Catch up with him

Adella makes a snap decision and hurries toward the cloaked figure. As she nears him, she calls out, “Excuse me…. Sir?” If the man hears her, he makes no indication. Far more likely is that her voice has been drowned out by the cacophony of sounds as bodies slap against each other, combining with the voices of dozens of partiers crying out in pleasure and ecstacy as they achieve sexual climax.

When Adella catches up to the man, he is almost at the exit. She reaches out and tugs at his cloak to get his attention. The man says, “Are there not enough libidous members of your own species with whom you can rut? Is it not obvious from my attire that I am not one partaking in your copulation convention?”

He turns as he speaks and briefly glances at Adella’s mask before extending his gaze to the rest of her body. At first, Adella feels a renewed sense of self-consciousness until she realizes that he is drawn not to her nudity but to the roving patches of invisibility that continue to invade her flesh. She hastily looks around to see if anyone else has noticed. Fortunately, the guests are all preoccupied with their sexual excursions and repulsed by the cloaked figure to have noticed Adella’s condition.

“What have we here?” the man asks, abandoning his irritation. “You have been partaking of more than the spiced wine, haven’t you?” Although his face is all but obscured by his hood, Adella can feel his eyes scrutinizing her.

“I have made a dreadful mistake,” Adella confesses. “By chance, could you help me?”

The man brings his hand to his chin as he continues to scrutinize Adella. At last, he says, “Perhaps I know of someone who can. You must come with me.” After a moment of further consideration, he adds, “But you will not be able to get your clothes back in this condition. It will raise too many questions. You must hide under my cloak until we get to my carriage.”

Adella looks dubiously at the man’s cloak, wondering how that could ever work. Fortunately, everyone seems to instinctively look away from him for some reason, so that would work in her favor. On the other hand, it’s possible she might be able to retrieve her dress from one of the attendants without anyone noticing her condition.

As Adella ponders her choices, she feels a fresh feeling of concern for her friend, Courtney, who selflessly offered herself to Duncan to save Adella from dishonor. She considers whether she should do something to rescue Courtney and save her from such indignity. She looks toward the place where she last saw her friend. As if on cue, she hears the unmistakeable sound of Courtney’s laughter. It takes a moment for her eyes to pick out her friend because of the nearly-solid wall of nudity between them. At last, an opening forms in the crowd, and Adella can clearly see her friend.

Courtney’s mask is askew, only partially covering a corner of her face. What is visible shows that distress is the last thing she is feeling. Her mouth is open in rapturous joy as she yells out, “Oh yes! YES! That’s so fucking amazing!”

It is no secret what is causing her to react in such a way. She is standing upright, being held up between two handsome, well-toned male bodies. One is facing her and supporting her not only with his arms but apparently also with his cock, which is buried deep in her pussy. She is receiving additional support from behind by the man who is driving his cock rapidly into her ass.

The sight of her friend being double fucked is so shocking that it takes a moment for it to register with Adella that neither of the men are wearing masks. As such, it is clear that her friend is being double penetrated by the two hosts for the evening, the royal princes Stewart and Duncan!

It is clear that Courtney does not seem to feel the need to be rescued. There is no time for that, anyway, because the cloaked man speaks again to Adella and says, “We must make haste, young lady, and be gone.”