Redmond’s surprise

“Redmond will escort you,” Dacca suddenly announced before Alexia had gotten round to giving Vionne her reply.

“Why, thank you Hugo,” Vionne addressed the High Regent with a familiarity which few would have dared to employ.

Dacca’s announcement had left Redmond without a say on the matter, and so he got up on his feet and waited for Vionne to do the same.

“Oh, and Redmond,” Dacca addressed the sub-captain, “I want you to understand that Vionne is our city’s esteemed guest. Her will is not to be denied.”

“Understood,” Redmond then made sure to hold back for several seconds before finally letting out a very curt, “Sir.”

Getting up on her feet, Vionne made no effort to hide her satisfaction at getting what she wanted as she held out her arm for Redmond to take.

With their arms hooked, Redmond and Vionne proceeded to walk through the room back towards the doors, with most guests turning to gaze at the couple as they walked past their tables, although most people had their attention turned almost exclusively to Vionne, not that Redmond minded that.

“You know,” Vionne spoke to Redmond in a voice loud enough that the people nearest to them could hear it, “you’re the reason why I came to think of that Minotaur.”

“Hmm, I wonder what those two are up to.” Maxy said aloud as he took one last good look at Vionne’s awe-inspiring ass before it disappeared from view.

“The captain’s probably just providing her with an escort,” Hudds suggested. Lucia was still running her hand over his cock, appearing to be incapable of accepting that it really was as long and as thick as it seemed. At some point he would have to stop her or suffer a rather dramatic and sticky trouser-accident, but for now Hudds would allow her to caress his member for at least a little while longer.

“Yes, the sub-captain really does have a very hands-on approach to law enforcement,” Emmanuella chimed in, her statement having a lewd quality which was maintained in the smile which followed it.

“Now, Maxy, you’ve yet to supply us with a full description of the Tsarina,” Emmanuella told Maxy.

Harold had watched as his commanding officer exited the ballroom arm in arm with the latest exhibitionistic slut who they had to protect from the beast. Sighing to himself, Harold took one last glance at the ballroom below and then went on to descend one of the stairs leading down from the gallery.

The part of the corridor into which he appeared a few moments later was not in sight of any of the palace guards whose job it was to provide official security for the ball, and just as he stepped out into it Vionne and Redmond came sweeping round the corner, with the sub-captain looking quite stiff and the lady whom he was escorting looking quite pleased about her latest catch.

“Boss,” Harold greeted Redmond, straightening up a little into something which might pass for standing at attention.

“Who’s this?” Vionne asked Redmond, seemingly devouring Harold with her eyes before allowing her gaze to rest on the massive bulge at the front of the muscle-bound watchman’s trousers.

“This is Harold, one of my men,” Redmond introduced his towering subordinate, “Harold?”

“Boss, what’s the reason for your leaving the ballroom?” Harold asked, swallowing hard as he noticed the way in which Vionne was looking at him.

“Just a small matter, the lady wishes to freshen up and I’ve been ordered to escort her. Return to your post.”

“Yes, boss.” Harold began to turn back towards the stairs leading up to the gallery when a soft “Wait!” from Vionne stopped him in his tracks.

“Harold,” Vionne had slipped away from Redmond and stepped up to Harold, who would have had to been blind not to notice how her mesh top hid nothing of her superlatively curvaceous body, “I’m Vionne.”

“It’s a pleas….” Harold began, but was stopped short by Vionne’s right hand coming out to cup his cock through his trousers.

“I want you to know,” Vionne told Harold, “that before the sun rises I will have had this monstercock of yours inside me.”

Harold could feel a bead of sweat roll down his forehead as Vionne released him from her grip and turned back to Redmond.

With Vionne and Redmond temporarily absent, Dacca and Duke Leo engaged in a friendly conversation, with Leo jumping at the chance to socialize a bit with the single most powerful man in the city and Dacca approving of his younger counterpart’s intelligence, charm and wit as he sized him up to determine whether or not he would make a good ally in the never-ending struggle for political dominance.
Riolta would occasionally take part in their conversation, saying a little something whenever one of the two men saw fit to address her, but mainly she remained focused on letting Alexia moan and pant for a little while longer.

Finally deciding that her blonde friend was worthy of her reward, Riolta began using her fingers to manipulate Alexia’s clit directly, and the result of that would come just a few moments later when the lovely teenaged slut announced her climax with a deep, primal moan as the archeress’ hand was suddenly spattered by the thick ropes of gelatinous girlcum which suddenly burst forth from between her puffy labia.

To ensure that Alexia wouldn’t get too noisy, Riolta fixed her hand against the back of the blonde’s head and pulled it towards her, planting her lips on Alexia’s and forcing her tongue into her mouth, with Alexia responding to the kiss by returning it in a most passionate manner.

Seeing what the two vixens were up, Dacca cocked his right eyebrow and then returned to his conversation with Leo, who had been careful not to look at Riolta and Alexia.

When the flow of honey from Alexia’s slit eventually came to an end, Riolta broke off their kiss and put her lips against Alexia’s ear, whispering “It’s my turn now,” before leaning back in her chair and lift the minuscule front of her dress aside to bare her bald, swollen slit to Alexia’s lustful gaze.

Smiling at Riolta, Alexia licked her lips and then thrust her right hand down between her lover’s firm thighs, quickly forcing a heartfelt moan of lust from her as she found her clit and began to toy with it.

“Ah, here we are,” Vionne announced as she and Redmond entered the restroom nearest to the ballroom, the two men guarding it having stood aside as soon as the two of them had come sauntering up to its entrance.

Redmond guessed that the lavishly decorated room which formed the foyer to the toilets themselves was larger than his childhood home, and that its interior was probably worth more than what he made in a couple of years.

“Wait here, I’m going to freshen up,” Vionne ordered Redmond, and then slid away from him, making sure to move her glorious ass as she made her way to one of the toilets.

Almost becoming hypnotized by the sway of Vionne’s behind, Redmond found himself **** to adjust his trousers a little as soon as she had disappeared from view.

When she returned to the foyer a few minutes later, Vionne had removed the strands of jizz which had dangled from her face. While her cum-beard had served as a very apt testament of her character, it had also hidden the truly astonishing beauty of her face, and Redmond actually had to gulp when he really looked at her plump lips for the first time.

“Alexia really is a charming girl,” Vionne declared as she sashayed her way up to Redmond.

“Yes, I think so.” Redmond replied.

“And she has a very appealing sense of style, doesn’t she?”

“I suppose…”

“You’re the one who painted her tits with cum, aren’t you?” Vionne went on to ask, smiling seductively at him before carrying on to declare “I would like you to paint these as well” as she used her hands to push her gargantuan breasts together.

“No,” Redmond’s reply actually caused Vionne to look astonished, and Redmond guessed that she wasn’t exactly used to having men turn her advances down.

“What?”

“I’d like to, but I can’t.” Redmond explained.

“Of course you can,” Vionne leaned in so close that her lips were only a few inches away from his and her small, hard nipples were brushing against his chest, “all you have to do is to undo your belt and drop your trousers, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

“No, you misunderstand me, I can’t because of Alexia.”

“Alexia? But she’s just spent most of the dinner having her pussy fingered by Riolta! You really don’t believe that she’d mind if we were to fuck, do you?”

“No, but there’s a difference between believing and knowing,” Redmond maintained, and he suspected that Vionne was actually quite pleased by his fidelity to Alexia.

“How long have you known her?” Vionne asked.

“About eight hours, give or take.”

“And you would defy me and the High Regent himself for a woman who you barely know?”

“That’s pretty much accurate, yes.”

Pulling back from him, Vionne walked round Redmond and up to the door, which she opened before stepping out into the corridor beyond it.

“You,” Vionne addressed one of the two guards, “go to the ballroom and fetch me Alexia von Schwechlen.”

This was followed by the sound of rushed footsteps as one of the guards set out to do Vionne’s bidding.

“Excuse me, Lady Alexia,” Alexia was suddenly interrupted in her nimble fingering of Riolta’s pussy by the voice of her thinly, old servant as he leaned in next to her.
“Yes, what is it?” Alexia replied while Riolta let out a disappointed groan at now having her slit toyed with any longer.

“There’s a guard outside saying that Vionne wishes to speak to you about Master Redmond,” the servant declared.

“I’ll escort Lady Alexia,” Riolta readjusted her dress and got up on her feet before being joined by Alexia, whose arm she took before the two of them began to follow Redmond’s and Vionne’s path.

Alexia had not adjusted her thong, which had been pushed aside during Riolta’s lengthy playing with her slit, and so she now went on to cause quite a stir amongst the guests as they began to spot that her bald, soaked pussy was plainly visible for all to see as she and Riolta sauntered across the ballroom, with glistening strands of her girlcum gleaming against the insides of her thighs.