Duke Leo von Schwechlen

“Uh, yes…” Redmond staggered to come up with something to say, being flustered by the outrageous state of dress and glazing in which Riolta was apparently fixing to go through the day, and the court of the High Regent.

Harold, despite his nickname, was acting much the same, gulping quite loudly as he watched the thick droplets of cum slithering down Riolta’s hard, curvy body, particularly noticing one string of it which had slid onto the string of her panties, dangling between her firm thighs.
Hudds however, suppressing a smile, cleared his throat and then proceeded to address his flustered his superior officer.

“Pardon me, sir, but a message reached us last night, informing us that Duke von Schwechlen is holding an archery display this morning, to which Miss Snow has been invited.”

“Well,” Redmond finally managed to utter more than one syllable without stuttering, “I suppose that she should go there then, while we proceed with more discreet parts of the investigations.”

“Whilst hoping that glaze-tits here don’t cause any archery accidents.” Harold filled in.

“What on earth is it about my appearance that you find to be indiscrete?” Riolta innocently asked, sounding as though she was unaware of her current state of appearance, something which she most certainly wasn’t, since she took the time to scoop up a gob of cum from her flat stomach and feeding it past her lush lips while waiting for Redmond to reply.

Redmond didn’t however, instead settling for shaking his head and smiling as he did his best not to look directly at Riolta, from whom cum was now dripping onto the tiled floor.

Despite her teasing, Riolta heartily agreed with Redmond’s suggestion of how to share the workload for the day, and the group separated into two; Redmond and Hudds, the later being the smarter of Redmond’s subordinates and one which Redmond couldn’t quite stomach to leave alone with Riolta anymore, suspecting on good grounds than the thin man was involved quite tangibly in the causing of Riolta’s cum-soaked status and deciding, rather wisely, that Riolta was hardly someone who needed extra incentive to act in a lewd fashion.

Harold, therefore, became tasked with escorting Riolta, who Redmond suspected would be hassled by the Palace Guards and who Redmond with no small sense of irony was **** to view as the lesser of two evils in this situation.

Harold’s presence walking side by side with Riolta, though holding a distance of a few inches as to not have gobs of jizz tumbling from the spectacular slut hit him as they moved down the increasingly airy and spacious corridors, proved convenient as each guard that noted her at first stepped forwards before recognizing the authority of Harold’s uniform and rough demeanour.

This time around, Riolta did not pretend not to notice the stares of the nobles which she and Harold went past, but instead made sure to meet the gazes of each and everyone of them that stared at her as she sauntered past them, offering those who smiled at her passing a lewd smile and giving off an even lewder one to those who viewed her with scorn, even blowing one or two particularly contemning old ladies kisses which were accompanied by spits of sperm being blown from her lips.

Eventually, Riolta’s grand tour of sluttish exhibitionism came to an end as the pairing entered the courtyard, where a group of roughly two dozen people, predominately men but with a presence of half a dozen women.

Currently, one of them had been preparing to fire at one of the three hay-circles which had been put up at the other end of the yard, but the archer wisely lowered the bow as Riolta swaggered across the cobblestones, the flamboyant archeress making sure to wiggle her ass and move her hips as she approached the group.

“Riolta!” A surprised but delighted voice called out, and Leo von Schwechlen stepped out of the cluster of surprised people, the tall, handsome duke being the only one who wasn’t completely dumbfounded by Riolta’s attire.

The duke, a towering and muscular man who reached well over six feet in height, was currently dressed for archery, having donned tight leather pants which clearly showed the outlines of his long, thick cock as it stretched down the inside of his right leg, leather boots and a breast- and stomach-plate made out of hardened, brown leather.

“Hello Leo…” Riolta cooed out as the handsome nobleman stopped in front of her.

“I hope that you accept my apologies for not kissing you welcome.” Leo said with a thin smile, “But what are you doing here?”

“Cooperating with law and order.” Riolta informed him.

“Ah, and this is due to…?” Leo asked, pointing with his hand at Riolta’s jizz-painted body, smiling slightly less thinly as he noted the dangling pair of panties.

“Like I said, cooperating with law and order.” Riolta replied, and offered Leo a smile which was a lot naughtier than his.