Hudds can't hold it in

Riolta took her time in choosing what to wear, rummaging through the outfits brought to the castle by a doorman at her hotel which she had neatly wrapped around her finger, though admittedly there were of the hotel staff that wouldn’t be ready to do the bow-woman a favour or two, and then slowly putting the outfit on and scrutinizing her look in the mirror before returning to the bedroom.
Despite the time that she had taken in getting dressed however, Riolta found that Hudds hadn’t moved at all, the young man still standing with his trousers around his ankles, his having remained achingly hard.

Riolta had opted for dressing up in something which to her was an evening gown; a pair of black panties with a triangular front that was surprisingly wide at the waistband, but which narrowed significantly further down, turning into nothing more than a narrow black string that disappeared in between her bald pussy lips, a corset which went in crimson red and black, and which was tight and low-cut, allowing anyone that was taller than her and standing next in front of her to see her nipples straining against the soft fabric. To the complement the outfit, Riolta wore black high heels and large silver earrings.

Seeing Riolta in that outfit, along with the pressure put on him by her stated ambition of fucking him, caused Hudds to first groan quite loudly, then spasm as his tumescent cock began to twitch and cum started to pulse out of his urethra, the gelatinous fluid forming into a long rope which swirled from the tip of his penis.
Swaggering over to the young man, Riolta caught the long line of cum with her fingers, and brought it up to her mouth, sucking it up whilst puckering her lush lips at the embarrassed Hudds.

“Poor Hudds,” Riolta said, with jizz now connecting her lips to his cockhead, “you haven’t been with that many women, have you?”
At this, the youngish watchman could only shake his head while keeping his eyes aimed at the floor, not wishing to meet the attractive woman’s gaze.
“It’s a good thing that I brought this along then,” Riolta remarked, holding up her left hand, around the fingers of which a linked metal band was hanging.

Hudds groaned when Riolta clasped the digits of her right hand around the softening trunk of his manhood, and used her other hand to slip the metal band over his cockhead, the cool feel of the metal causing him to shudder along with his groans.
Quickly pulling the circular band all the way down to the hilt of Hudds’ member, Riolta then took a step back and waited to see what would happen.

The cock-band had been the prize awarded to the winner in an archery competition held in an unusually misogynist little shit-hole of a country. Riolta, who had just been passing through, had been so fed up with the remarks about how she should find her way back to the kitchen and entered the competition to show the men that women could more than stand chained to a stove, with a kid on her arm, another on the way, and her feet bared.
A combination of circumstances, namely her superior skill, the other competitors’ underestimating her due to her sex, their bafflement at seeing a woman fire a weapon, and their arousal at her sluttish appearance, had meant that it had been one of Riolta’s most clear-cut victories ever in a tournament.
In the end, the blushing prince of the small kingdom had offered her the cock-band, and had nearly fainted when she remarked that it was probably too big to fit around her clit, but she would at least try, and that had been the end of that episode.

Nowadays, she kept the cock-band with her most of the times, but almost exclusively used if she was only with one man, since giving it to one member of a group of horny studs would quite possibly cause the others to be jealous.

Hudds felt how the cock-band began to press against his penis, and the watchman thought at first that the band was tightening, but when he glanced downwards he could see that it was rather his cock which was rapidly putting on weight, swelling to become several inches longer than before, and neigh on doubling its girth.
“Now,” it was Riolta who spoke, with Hudds staring in speechless disbelief at his enlarged dick, “you’re not getting out of this room until you put that thing into each of my holes, is that understood?”
To underline her point, Riolta placed her hand on the fist-sized head of Hudds’ cock, slowly slipping them over it to fist him.