Small talk

If Leo was intending to keep ignoring his sister, he might have a hard time doing so, since they were now to eat at the same table. Each round table housed six people, three couples, and the finest table was that around which the host, the host’s nearest relative and the High Regent himself were seated, along with their dates.

And because this was a less than maximally formal gathering, the men would sit on one side of the table, where they could discuss important matters and the women on the other one, so that they could be free to discuss womanly issues such as knitting and pregnancy. Unsurprisingly, the seating arrangement was rather old, and it had been made truly outdated with the rise of female rulers several centuries ago. But it hadn’t been changed regardless, and the possibility of any reform in the near future was practically zero, with the rather absurd consequence of this being that if a female ruler wanted to visit a male counterpart to discuss important matters in a relative free environment, she would be wise to hope that the reception would be of the more formal sort, where the seating arrangement was man-woman-man.

The “entertainment” started up as the appetiser was served, and it was in the form of some rather sedated music being performed by a small orchestra backing up a wispy, thoroughly forgettable singer. To Riolta, whose idea of safe entertainment was a naked dancing girl performing and risqué entertainment being that of a dozen or so dancing girls being fucked on stage by a throng of well-hung studs, the singer was quite incredibly boring, and as she sat on Alexia’s right side she busied herself with deciding what to do with the cock ring.

Delta was present at the ball, standing with the other servants alongside the far wall, having previously been mirroring their masters’ positioning in front of them, and since she was a very skilled and experienced handmaiden she had quite naturally decided that one of her tasks was to not outshine her mistress. This meant that Delta was currently dressed in a very light, very simple white dress which reached down to just beneath her ass, although the way in which the dress’s thin décolletage reached all down to her bellybutton ensured that Delta wore the most enticing outfit of all the servants.

Managing to fix the icy blonde with her gaze, Riolta watched how Delta allowed her gaze to wander to her mistress, who needed several moments to recognize that her handmaiden was vying for her attention.

In a wordless and very discrete conversation, Delta nodded at Riolta before receiving a nod from Emmanuella, after which Delta was free to walk up to Riolta’s table.

“Yes?” Delta whispered as she leaned in next to Riolta’s right shoulder, allowing the archeress a nearly unrestricted view of her right nipple thanks to her revealing neckline.

Leaning back, Riolta whispered into Delta’s ear and then handed her the cock ring, both of the women making sure to keep their hands below the tabletop so that their transfer of the ring wouldn’t be too noticeable.

With only the weakest hint of a smile to sully her otherwise flawlessly professional demeanour, Delta gave Riolta a discrete nod and then moved away from the table, arousing quite a bit of attention in despite of her near-silent movement across the floor towards one of the service entrances.

“So,” Riolta leaned back in to hear Alexia carrying out some small talk with the other cum-adorned woman, who was seated on Riolta’s right side, “when did you arrive in town?”

“Not that long ago at all, actually,” Vionne replied, “our order just recently managed to secure a deal which finally allowed us to spread our good work to this city.”

“Oh really,” Alexia was sounding positively intrigued at this point, “a deal which you struck with the High Regent himself?”

“Oh yes, the High Regent has been most accommodating.”

“And is that his cum on your face?” Riolta glanced across the table and smiled when she spotted how Alexia’s latest question had caused Dacca and Leo to abruptly halt their conversation, each man looking quite frozen, with Leo actually holding his fork in front of his chest, a piece of food attached to it which he could no longer remember that he was supposed to put into his mouth.

Redmond, on the other, was grinning, although he did hold a napkin in front of his face to keep Leo and Dacca from seeing it.

“Why yes it is.” Vionne replied, carrying on with a discussion which was already a perverse parody of the ordinary small-talk. How they were saying things might have been pretty standard fare for this sort of occasion, but what they were saying certainly wasn’t.

Hudds and Emmanuella were seated one table away from the finest company, the other guests at that table consisting of a dry elderly couple where the wife was trying her best not to look at the other women seated by the table and the husband doing his best to look without being caught by his wife, and of a much more interesting couple.

The man was Maximillian Neizvestny, the emissary from the Federation of Khartof, who had already announced that he preferred to be called Maxy and that he had met Riolta earlier during the day, and his date Lucia Borgare, who was a stunning woman with hair that was an even mix of black and blonde and who had on a black dress which would have been considered quite daring under most circumstances but which was looking pretty damn conservative as she sat next to the much more scandalously attired Emmanuella.

“So, what is it that you do?” Emmanuella asked Lucia, once again showing off the fact that she had no qualms about talking quite affectionately to people even if they didn’t have an inherited title to pin in front of their surnames. Maxy was meanwhile busy describing the young Tsarina of Khartof to Hudds while at the same time throwing lewd glances at Emmanuella and Lucia.

“I’m a consultant to High Regent on special matters, primarily those relating to the Kettle and the palace’s entertainment.” Lucia told Emmanuella.

“Not this dreadful tripe, I hope…” Emmanuella nodded towards the musicians.

“Most certainly not! My areas are much more entertaining.”

“I see, and you have a close relationship to the High Regent?”

“We have a most intimate working relationship,” Lucia assured Emmanuella.

“Really? Well do tell me, how big is his cock?”

Harold was quite bored as he watched the ball from up in the gallery, and was beginning to think that the beast appearing would almost be a welcome occurrence as it would relieve him from the appalling boredom of watching toffs eat undersized portions of food.

The sudden noise behind him caused Harold to swing around, his sword already in his hand as he completed the manoeuvre. Having been prepared for a fight to the ****, Harold was quite shocked to see that the person coming towards him was none other than Delta.

“Delta, what are you doing here?” Harold asked, “I’m on duty.”

“Miss Riolta told me to give you this, and not leave until you’d put it on.” Delta announced as she held up a shiny ring.

“Put it where? It’s too small for my wrists and too big for my fingers... oh.” It dawned on Harold where he had previously seen the ring.

“Would you please put your sword away and whip out your cock?” Delta asked, and watched as Harold rapidly did just what she’d asked him to.

He could get used to having her kneeling in front of him, Harold thought as Delta dropped down onto the floor and wrapped one hand around his member.
Holding it steady, Delta began to slide the cock ring down Harold’s dick, the richly veined surface of its trunk meaning that the ring was given quite a bumpy ride before it was finally secured at the hilt of his member.

The ring’s effect was pretty much instantaneous, and Harold was given cause to groan lustfully as his cock suddenly grew a good four inches in length and was made thicker and harder while his balls underwent a drastic expansion in their circumference.

Even as precum began to squirt out of Harold’s pisshole to land on Delta’s face and tits, the ring suddenly cracked and fell to the floor in two equally sized pieces.

The ring might now have been sapped of the last of its strength, but it had at least succeeded in granting Harold a cock which rivalled that of his boss, and Delta certainly couldn’t think of anything to complain about as she watched the massive pillar of meat stretching out in front of her.

“So,” Alexia asked Vionne, “what’s the biggest cock you’ve ever seen?”

“Alexia!” Leo suddenly interrupted the conversation, his voice being sharpened rather than made louder.

“What?” Alexia protested her innocence, “I’m only conducting small talk!”

Seeing an opportunity to help her date out at least a little, Riolta suddenly moved her left hand onto Alexia’s thigh, watching the busty teen’s eyes widen a little as the archeress quickly went on to plunge her hand further down and grasp hold of the underside of her bejewelled panties before pulling it down to press the front of them against Alexia’s pussy.

Noticing that this seemed to be quite effective in shutting Alexia up, Riolta proceeded to burrow her fingers in under the side of her panties and move them onto her hairless slit.

“You slut, your pussy’s already soaking wet.” Riolta lovingly whispered into Alexia’s ear as she began fondling her clit.

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