Tall and sexy

The young woman tottered over towards Dacca on a pair of black-high heeled shoes trimmed with fur that Riolta wouldn’t have minded owning herself. The girl herself’s hair was black with blonde streaks or blonde with black streaks depending on how you looked at it. Rippling over her shoulders and no small way down her back, the wavy tresses were no doubt some innovative fad knocked up at one of the exclusive beautification parlours in the district.

The girl’s purposeful stride was abetted by her incredibly long and slender legs that led upwards into a very narrow waist that was packed with a sharply defined matrix of jutting abdominal muscles that flexed temptingly as she walked. Flaring up into her thorax, a pair of extremely juicy looking tits sat high on her chest capped by small brown nipples. Cloaked from head to foot in flawless, honey-coloured skin, totally at home in her nakedness, this was evidently one of Dacca’s top concubines.

‘Riolta, this is Lucia,’ Dacca said, off-handedly. ‘Lucia, Riolta.’

Lucia winked sexily and blew Riolta a kiss. After her journey through the castle so far past the image-conscious and snobbish glances of the nobility, Riolta felt it was the first genuine human interaction she had received. There was clearly no pretence about this woman. After blowing the kiss to Riolta, Lucia narrowed her eyes lustily and put the index and middle fingers from her right hand in a V sticking up on either side of her mouth and pushed her long pink tongue through the gap, signalling her love for licking pussy. At this welcome, Riolta’s pussy tingled.

As she reached Dacca, Lucia crouched on her haunches. Dacca stood up from behind the desk, and as he did his long, meaty, and obviously fully engorged prick thumped onto the desk in front of him and landed with an audible splat befitting its evident weight.

‘Do you mind if Lucia and I continue?’ Dacca asked Riolta, ‘it’s getting late and life’s really too short.’

‘Be my guests,’ said Riolta.

‘Thank you,’ said Dacca. With that, he gathered his cock underneath his ballsack and scooped his thick prong and his two weighty bollocks in his hand. Swivelling to Lucia, who opened her mouth as wide as it would go and extended her tongue as far out as was humanly possible, Dacca began to slap her in the face with his thick, prodigious tool and his heavy balls.

‘I want to make you aware of a few things,’ Dacca said to Riolta as he commenced smacking his stiff, saliva-lubed cock into the gorgeous harlot’s face. ‘Procedurally, you need to be circumspect. Not one word of this is to get beyond the palace walls. The people of Tharros know the aristocracy hate each other. This is really nothing new. But they don’t think they hate each other this much. If word did get out that one of them was a shape-changing beast, the implications could become severe. The murmurings of discontent against our particular style of rule grow louder every year. You’ve no idea how many revolutionary pamphlets we suppress calling for the abolition of privilege. This could fan the flames. So I must ask that this investigation be swift and silent.’

‘How do you know the beast is a noble?’ said Riolta, watching Dacca feed his balls into Lucia’s mouth, hold the base of his stiff cock at the root between thumb and forefinger and pistoning the dripping underside of his tube against her face. At either side of the pulsating tube as it came to rest along her pretty nose, Lucia’s piercing eyes looked up adoringly at Dacca.

‘Red silk,’ said Dacca. ‘Apparently the girls fought back. We found scraps of red silk at the scene of both murders. All the capes and cloaks of the aristocracy are lined with red silk. It’s a status thing. No-one else is allowed to line a cloak the same way. They can be prosecuted. Impersonating the nobility. It’s a court-bound tradition.’

‘Next thing,’ said Dacca, as Lucia proceeded to extract his balls from her mouth and rest them on her chin while she engulfed his big, veiny dick in her mouth in one go, then scooping the balls back in with a sweep of her nimble tongue, so that all of the Regent’s genitalia bulged obscenely from her mouth. She slapped her own, obscenely tenting cheeks with her hand lightly. Riolta was impressed.

‘You are an archeress of some repute. Redmond knows this. Let me be very clear here. People are proud of the extent of their family trees around here. They don’t appreciate branches being summarily lopped off. If you dispatch someone with undue haste and your suspicions prove to be unfounded… how can I put it? I won’t just break you, Riolta. It will be as though you never existed. I’m the top person. I can do that. That isn’t a threat, just a statement of principle. You’re not offended?’

‘No.’

‘Good. Redmond was right to bring you. You’ve got a cool head. You’ll make the right decision. It may be that you arrive at a situation where our beast presents himself. If that’s so and you get a clean shot, you take him out. Don’t think of the consequences. Better a few useless courtesans lack a benefactor than our best archer gets her body torn apart. That would be a waste of a spectacular body.’

‘There are rather a lot of… concubines here aren’t there?’ Riolta asked Dacca. When she said this, Lucia turned her head slightly to look at the archer, six inches of Dacca’s dick protruding from her luscious lips.

‘That’s so,’ said Dacca. ‘Why do you ask?’

‘Why doesn’t the beast kill them? Why does he only kill noble women?’

‘That’s something for you to find out. Now I have one question.’

‘What’s that?’ said Riolta.

‘Can you help Lucia bring me off?’