The next course

Vionne had clearly been allowed by Dacca to allow her charm to come to the fore and just be herself, and had decided not to hold back, keeping the table captive with debauched tales of her and her holy order which she retold with gusto. Leo seemed happy enough to let this go on and Redmond expected that this was because Vionne’s smutty tales restricted young Alexia’s opportunity to pipe up and make a fool of herself, although when Vionne told a particularly lurid story about her taking on a minotaur that had terrorised a small village he noticed a genuine mirth in Leo’s laugh, rather than just the polite gesture he had expected.

Nonetheless, Vionne was so captivated in telling of her own sluttishness that she barely even noticed as she talked when Alexia took it upon herself to gently catch hold of the tip of the long string of cum dangling from her own chin and pull it outwards, attaching it to the bottom of the thick beard-like tendrils of semen that hung from Vionne’s jaw, and leave it there, so that the two cum ropes hung in the air, attached, suspended between the two sluts like a little bridge. Thus connected, Alexia went on with her meal and Vionne with her story, neither woman remarking on the thick line of cum which now swung between their chins in a gooey rope. Riolta herself was amused at both womens’ studious method of eating which had thus far seen them use their cutlery in ways which expressly avoided dislodging the bands of cum drooping from their chins.

Riolta herself was quite happily feeling Alexia’s velveteen vulva, and had her hand stuck down the table and was reaching across, stroking the silky lips of the young noble’s slit. More than once Alexia giggled and dropped her cutlery, which drew attention to the pair, but neither really minded. Vionne’s almost disturbing and profound beauty was the only thing of that nature holding the table hostage.

By this time, the singer had stopped, the starter had been cleared and the main course had arrived. Emmanuella was telling her table about the wonders of Sven Hasslefresian’s miraculous ship the ‘Voltsvaghn’ and some of the delightful cruises she had had. Lucia was listening for gossip, and Maxy was plugging the Countess for more information, on the lookout for exciting projects to take the Tsarina of Khartof to see and do upon her arrival the next day.

When Maxy started to engage Emmanuella in more detailed discussion about costs and pricing, Hudds noticed that Lucia began to pay more attention to him. Unaccustomed to this, he found conversation with her to be a little difficult, with Lucia clearly interested in speaking to him but occasionally stumbling over words, losing her thread and at one point remarking upon how hot the room was. At this point it struck Hudds that he was having quite a profound effect on the young woman, who was both intrigued and a little nervous about interacting with the mysterious man who had conquered the Countesses’ affections.

‘So when did you two meet?’ asked Lucia.

‘Oh, earlier today,’ said Hudds.

‘Wow!’ said Lucia, ‘you two must have really hit it off!’

‘I think you can say that,’ said Hudds with a smile.

‘She’s lovely,’ said Lucia, ‘I’ve never seen her up close.’

‘Yes,’ Hudds agreed, ‘but then again, there are so many beautiful woman in and about the court. You yourself, for example…’

Lucia blushed deeply, and put her hand forward to touch Hudds on the arm. Emmanuella hadn’t noticed.

On the upper level, Harold had decided that there was no time like the present and Delta had taken up where she had left off from their prior meeting and was on her knees sucking his cock. Amazed at the size to which his dick had ballooned, Harold gulped as the magnificent blonde lavished a series of licks to the vein-ridged exterior, tracing her tongue along the hard shaft, before grasping it between her dainty fingers, opening her mouth as wide as it would go and engulfing the swollen tube in her wet, hot mouth. With her other hand, Delta pulled on Harold’s ballsack, weighed the heavy testes in her hands, massaged them, and then took the unorthodox step of gripping his drooping scrotum and manouvouring it to the side so that his dangling balls were scooped from their drooping position and hoisted upwards to rest on the top of his massive pillar of cockmeat. Delta applied more pressure to his balls and pulled her face of his horsedick, jerking it fiercely.

‘I’m afraid it’s me that has to leave this time,’ Delta said, her lower lip pouting, ‘I need to go back downstairs and attend to the Countess…’

‘Just another minute,’ said Harold, who wasn’t far from cumming and was keen to see what Riolta’s magic cock-ring had done to his sperm production.