Triss Merrigold - Vacations on Zangvebar (Patreon)

Triss was feeling adventurous and decided to take a solo vacation to the exotic island of Zangvebar. The sun-kissed beaches and crystal clear waters were calling her name. She had been working so hard at the tower, studying ancient texts and brewing potions, that she felt she deserved a little break. Little did she know, this vacation would change her life forever.

Upon arriving at the resort, Triss was struck by the sheer diversity of the guests. People from all over the world had come to enjoy the tropical paradise. She couldn't help but notice the handsome black men lounging by the pool, their muscular bodies glistening in the sun. Triss felt a stirring in her loins that she hadn't experienced in a long time.

As she walked along the beach, Triss couldn't help but feel out of place in her conservative swimsuit. She had always been a modest girl, but seeing the scantily clad women around her made her feel self-conscious. That's when she spotted a small boutique selling swimwear.

Inside, Triss was greeted by a friendly saleswoman who helped her find the perfect bikini. The tiny triangles of fabric barely covered her ample breasts, and the thong bottom left little to the imagination. Triss felt a thrill of excitement as she tried it on. She had never worn anything so daring before, but somehow it felt right.

Back on the beach, Triss strutted confidently, her new bikini drawing admiring glances from all directions. She couldn't believe how good she looked. As she lay down on her towel, she caught the eye of a tall, dark-skinned man across the beach. He smiled at her, and she found herself staring back, mesmerized.

Triss felt a warmth spreading through her body as the man approached. His name was Imu, and he was a native of Zangvebar. He introduced himself and asked if he could join her. Triss agreed eagerly, feeling a sense of adventure.

Imu sits down next to Triss, his dark skin glistening with sweat in the hot sun. He smiles at her, revealing a set of perfectly straight white teeth. "I haven't seen you around here before. Are you new to the island?"

Triss shakes her head, her golden hair cascading down her back. "Yes, I just arrived yesterday. I'm here on vacation from my work in Temeria."

Imu nods, his eyes roaming over Triss's scantily clad body. "Well, you're certainly dressed for the weather. Most people around here prefer to go au naturel." He gestures to a group of clothless people standing in the distance.

Triss blushes, suddenly feeling self-conscious about her revealing bikini. "Oh, I see. I'm not really used to being so... exposed."

Imu grins, reaching into his bag. "Well, let me help you out then. I have some oil that will protect your delicate skin." He squirts a generous amount of oil into his hands and begins rubbing it onto Triss's shoulders and back, his strong hands kneading her flesh.

Triss lets out a soft moan, closing her eyes as Imu's hands work their magic. She can feel the tension melting away, replaced by a growing sense of arousal. When she opens her eyes, she notices that Imu's shorts have grown quite tented.

"My, my," she purrs, reaching down to touch the impressive bulge. "It seems he's packing quite a bit of meat down there. How does it compare to... Geralt?" thoughts floods her pretty head as she feels the size of previously unseen cock.

Imu chuckles, guiding Triss's hand to stroke him through his shorts. "Oh, I assure you, I put any Northern boy to shame. Why don't you take a look and see for yourself?"

With trembling fingers, Triss undoes the drawstring of Imu's shorts, allowing his massive ebony cock to spring free. It throbs in the sunlight, far bigger than anything she's ever seen. She wraps her hand around it, marveling at its girth.

Triss's eyes widen as she takes in the sight of Imu's enormous black cock. It's easily three times bigger of Geralt's, thick and veiny and throbbing with need. She can't help but compare it to her lover's pale, modest member, feeling a twinge of disappointment. How could she have settled for such a mediocre man when cocks like this existed?

As if reading her thoughts, Imu grins and flexes his shaft, causing it to bob obscenely. "Like what you see, beautiful? I bet that scrawny witcher of yours could never satisfy a woman like you. Not with a cock like this."

Triss finds herself nodding in agreement, stroking the ebony column of flesh with increasing enthusiasm. She feels a rush of wetness between her thighs as she imagines what it would feel like inside her, stretching her walls in ways Geralt never could.

"You're right," she breathes, leaning in to lap at the swollen head. "I've been such a fool, wasting my time with that pathetic excuse for a man. I need a real cock, a black cock, to show me what I've been missing..."