Preparing for the evening

Sporting a facial that clung stubbornly to her jawline as she made her way around the court, Riolta busied herself with the next task at hand. She had donned her leather vest again, making sure when she fitted the single-shoulder strap over her left side not to dislodge the sticky rope of semen that dangled in a little ribbon from her chin as she did so. The tight shorts went back on again, a pair of immodest leather things that showed more of her ass cheeks than they did shiny material.

Riolta greatly enjoyed some of the reactions that she was eliciting, which consisted mainly of stares from men. Whether servant of courtier, the general theme was of a genuine double take followed by a fit of spluttering. One older courtier who had been deep in conversation with a younger one had to be lowered to sit on the step to catch his breath. While she hadn’t been painted by the guard on the Countess’ door, there was more than a generous helping of spunk decorating her gorgeous face.

The band of spunk still dangling freely from her chin by the time she made it back to her own chamber, Riolta seized her bow and headed straight back to the main ballroom. Although she had a ballpark idea where she was going, before long she got lost in a long gallery that she hadn’t seen before. Looking around, she located a young pageboy.

‘Hey you!’

‘Yes ma’am!’

The pageboy, who must have been about eighteen years old, skipped over solicitously. When he reached the buxom archeress, he caught sight of the cum that was affixed to her chin. Stiffening immediately, he tried to think where to look. A futile task, as every part of her glorious body made his cock ever more turgid.

‘I’m a little lost…’ said Riolta, looking around her vaguely, ‘I think I need directions.’

The pageboy stared, transfixed at Riolta was the rope of cum danced as she spoke, swinging back and forwards. At one point he thought it was going to attach itself to her slender neck or her collarbone, but it did neither, and continued to jiggle, suspended in the air.

‘W-w-where would you like to go, Ma’am?’ the pageboy stuttered.

Riolta looked at him and fixed him with her dark eyes.

‘The ball… room,’ she said, drawing out the words. ‘It’s very hard… to find.’

The pageboy uttered a silent prayer, but came in his pants all the same. It took several seconds for his ballsack to evacuate itself, and all the while he was standing rigidly in front of Riolta, his hands by his sides. After a short while, he swallowed hard, and raised a finger to point down the hallway.

‘Through that door, second door on the left. Down the stairs.’

‘Thank you,’ said Riolta, and turned briskly away.

‘Thank you ma’am,’ the pageboy said quietly, watching her ass as she sauntered away.

Alexia was on her back in the bath, her head raised up, and Redmond was in a standing position but crouched over her, feeding his gargantuan fuck-missile in her throat. The busty teen noble had her arms raised and was using her hands to massage his bloated testicles as she inched her way down the shaft, the monstrous tube intruding on her windpipe. Long ropes of saliva coursed out of her mouth and down her chin as Redmond poked the rigid pole further still, her lips forming an airtight seal over the long pillar of hot flesh. After some more of this, Redmond pulled back and she gasped for air, pausing only to spit a huge wad of saliva onto the monstercock and massage it into the veiny dick.

‘Generally it’s the done thing for a gentleman to make a present of something for his lady to wear to a ball such as this,’ Alexia ventured.

‘Oh yes?’ said Redmond.

‘Indeed it is,’ Alexia continued, fisting his dick, ‘like an article of jewellery, something of that nature.’

‘I don’t have anything like that to give you Alexia. I’m just a working man.’

‘I know that,’ said Alexia, ‘but there are one or two things that I daresay are within your means…’

‘Such as…?’

‘A pearl necklace?’ said Alexia with a wink, ‘and perhaps a matching set of earrings… maybe even a tiara? How do you think I’ll look then?’

Redmond groaned and his eyes rolled to the top of his head.

Harold was back in the court. He’d stowed the strange potion in the room and was beginning to think about how to get the final part of the plan into operation, that of getting the bow in the von Koningswald suite. As it happened, when he made it to the door, two deliriously happy but tired looking guards eyed him suspiciously.

‘Where are you going with that bow?’

‘I’m a member of the Watch. This is Riolta Snow’s bow.’

‘Really?’ the two guardsmen’s eyes goggled.

‘Yes, I’m to put it in here. She’s to give the Countess Emmanuella lessons,’ said Harold, thinking on his feet.

‘Anything for Miss Snow,’ one of the guards said, ‘in you go.’

Once again Harold was surprised at how he hadn’t had to smash someone’s head against a door in order to open it for him. For the first time, he felt like a real copper. Going inside, he was taken aback by the state of the room. Cum was splashed everywhere. On the couch in front of him, he could see a naked Hudds ploughing the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life with astounding vigour.

Things were getting really strange around here.