Dacca and guest

Hudds had taken stock of his entrance to the room, composed himself, and was feeling quite chipper. For one thing, he had expected to have been completely ignored as they strode into the ballroom, with all eyes quite naturally on the Countess, dozens of pairs of eyes feasting hungrily on whatever boldly outrageous choice of dress that she was going to favour.

While that was true to a degree, Hudds was quite unprepared for the stir that his own entrance had caused among the young ladies of the court. He thought about it. The Countesses’ amorous affairs, while legendary, were perhaps the hottest articles of gossip citywide, but while they had attained the status of myth, so were the identities of her paramours. Here, however, was novelty. A completely new gentleman companion that the Countess had been keeping secret. In short, dozens of the most eligible young ladies in Tharros were staring at him and trying to guess who he was, where he had come from and what his secret was.

The eyes roving down the body of the tall, handsome, well dressed young man didn’t have to go down too far to discover what that secret was. Upon spotting the enormous bulge jutting from his legs, quite a number of ornamental fans began to flutter at flushed faces. Hudds allowed himself a small smile. Not bad for a young copper. . A servant made his way down the line with a tray full of champagne. Hudds took a glass. Not bad at all.

Riolta fingered the ring absently as she heard Leo whispering a conversation with Alexia.

‘You know, little sister, you may well be the youngest member of our family to be disinherited.’

Leo’s face was still a mask. Alexia turned to Redmond and winked at him. A blob of cum was perched on her thick eyelash.

At length, the servant at the door made the final announcement.

‘The Grand Regent of Tharros, Hugo Dacca!’

A rather red-faced Dacca entered, peeling down the line, with a young woman by his side. As they approached Riolta looked and saw that the woman had one of the most outstandingly voluptuous silhouettes she had ever witnessed, long, beautifully slender legs on a pair of black platform heels with straps that wound up her legs just past her shins.

The closer she got, the more Riolta could see something swinging from her face. At first she thought it was a beard, but she cleared her head of that notion immediately, taking it just to be an over-large pendant swinging from her neck. As Dacca and the woman approached, however, she recognised it for what it was, a long thick rope of sticky cum composed of a few dangling tendrils each fastened onto her jawline almost hanging from ear to ear, all twined together into a congealed clump and attached quite stubbornly to her face.

Riolta smiled to herself. She ought to have known that Dacca wouldn’t allow himself to be outdone.

Up on the gallery, watching the room, Harold groaned. Another slut to look after.

Redmond allowed himself a sigh of relief. Just when Leo seemed at his most displeased for corrupting his kid sister, another, bigger slut showed up to put Alexia into contrast.

Hudds gulped and concentrated on not ejaculating.

As the golden couple neared, Riolta took stock of what the woman was wearing with approval. It was a body-hugging long-sleeved pink mesh top. One thing made it unsuccessful as a garment for which the wearer could hope to escape with a shred of modesty. First, the woman’s gigantic tits - a pair of monstrous orbs jutting far out in front of her and making her slender, if womanly frame seem out of proportion – were so huge that the elasticated material was being stretched around them. This meant that although the top was nominally meant to cover her pussy too, the woman’s huge boobs actually had the effect of lifting up the lower hemline of the garment, revealing her bald slit to the room.

The blonde amazon was staggeringly beautiful was she neared Leo and Riolta at the head of the line.

‘Leo,’ Dacca said, ‘I’m delighted to be here. I see we have a fine crowd here tonight,’

‘We do now Hugo,’ said Leo.

‘Allow me to present Vionne,’

‘A pleasure,’ said Leo, clicking his heels together.

‘Vionne is the high priestess of Girvyn for the whole of Tharros,’ Hugo informed them.

‘That makes a lot of things slot into place,’ said Riolta.

The woman smiled at Riolta. The rope of cum on her chin was about a centimetre from connecting to her massively protruding rack, ‘if you’re the illustrious Riolta Snow, I understand that you yourself have been making a lot of things slot into place.’

Riolta smiled, despite herself, ‘have you met Alexia?’ she said.

Alexia looked at Vionne. For a while, neither cumfaced slut said anything. Alexia’s eyes narrowed as though she was surveying a woman at a party wearing the same dress as her.

After a few seconds of this, a lump of cum slid off Alexia’s chin and plopped into her champagne glass. After this, she couldn’t help but crack a smile.

Vionne smiled too. ‘I was afraid I was underdressed. I’m glad I have a kindred spirit.’

Alexia melted a little and turned to Leo, ‘if I am disinherited, I think I know just what religious order to devote my life to.

Leo ignored her and turned host.

‘Let’s eat!’ he announced.