(Flashback) Piotr gets supplies

"So your Mother has taken a liking to Prince Casimir of Sarmata, has she?" Grand Duchessa Agnese asked the dark-haired young man airily, whose face was buried between her thighs. They were both naked in her personal bedchamber, Agnese lying on her back as her much-younger lover ate her out with enthusiasm.

"Mmhm," was the muffled response. Piotr loved the taste of his godmother's pussy, by far the best he'd ever had.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, dear," she chuckled throatily. She thought idly to thank Catherine again for bringing Piotr into the world.

He promptly ate her out faster, causing Agnese to shriek with delight. There were no worries of anyone learning something they shouldn't in this part of her manor. Every person there was steadfastly loyalty to Agnes, and knew how to keep their mouths shut.

"Stop. Come up here," Agnese instructed.

Piotr promptly stopped eating Agnese out and climbed up to face her. She pulled Piotr in to kiss him, thoroughly exploring his lips with her own as well as her tongue, tasting herself on him.

"And she wants you to seduce his blushing bride, Velmira?" She asked, parting from his lips. She runs her hands down his back, paying attention to every finely sculpted muscle.

"Yes. That is why I came here. I need your help, Granny," he said with a naughty smirk. As far as the world at large knew, Piotr was Hadrian Turrisi, grandson of Grand Duchessa Agnese. Of course in truth they weren't related at all, but that didn't mean they both didn't love pretending their relationship was more taboo than it was.

"Hmph, and here I thought you came to visit because you were thinking of me. You know how to let down an old woman," she said with a faux-serious tone. Agnese in no part looked like an old woman. Save for her silver-white hair, no one would guess that she was in her late sixties. She had the body of a much younger woman, with a magnificent bust, a slim waist, and mouth-watering bottom. Unlike Catherine though Agnese tended to wear clothes in public to de-emphasize these traits, as she preferred to showcase her hidden beauty only to a select few. In her mind the common plebs didn't deserve to admire her true magnificence.

Of course that didn't apply to her beloved godson. "You know I spend more time with you than my own home," he pointed out, moving between her breasts, grasping and kissing them.

Agnese cooed at his skilled attention to her chest. "Oh I know, but I adore hearing you say it. Stand up."

Normally Piotr would balk at anyone other than his mother commanding him, but his respect for Agnese as both an ally and lover superseded his natural pride. He stood up on the bed, which Agnese had reinforced for precisely this kind of play. She sat up so she was facing his impressive erection. She took him in hand and began to stroke.

"Details, Piotr. What do you need?" She gave a long lick to his balls before taking one into her mouth.

Piotr let out a growl of approval at his godmother's expert mouth. "I will need attire worn by a Vichi nobleman." Agnese's hand reached around to palm his firm ass. "I will also need uniforms worn by the Vichi elite guard."

"Done," she assured, giving his cock a long lick. "Surely there's more than that." She popped the head into her mouth, sucking on it with practiced familiarity.

Piotr cursed. No one sucked him like Agnese did. "I will also..need...a written letter agreeing to talks between Vichi and Sarmata..with me..as your representative." It was hard to speak as Agnese had taken his cock deeper into her mouth while he spoke, sucking enthusiastically.

Agnese carefully removed him from her mouth to answer. "I can do this for you, but that is a tall order, even for you. If things go too badly Casimir may likely learn of Catherine and I's alliance. Sarmatian trade is good business for Vichi."

"I know, and I would never knowingly endanger your interests, Agnese," he said sincerely.

"I know that, but that's still quite a request." She thought a moment, then smiled. "I will do it, but you must do something for me."

"What would you have me do?" He asked, curious.