The Baths

The baths weren’t exactly labyrinthine, but there were enough rooms to cause Redmond to double back on himself at least once in the search for his errant private. Matters were made worse by the wreathing of cloying steam around each of the chambers, which made it difficult to discern who was in what room and doing what to whom. If he could have seen clearly enough Redmond would have observed that he was garnering some strange looks for romping about the place fully clothed. As it happened there were more than a few nobles in the baths getting prepared for the evening’s festivities, and more than once Redmond stumbled quite by accident upon a scene involving a young lady performing some type of ablution.

Just as Redmond was beginning to reflect that this, not the ball, would be the perfect place for the beast to strike he encountered Harold. The muscular private was actually in the process of pulling on his uniform in one of the changing rooms.

‘Finally, Harold. Have you been here all the time?’

‘Yes, sub-captain.’

‘Well, you’ve missed some excitement, I have to say.’

‘Oh,’ said Harold slyly, ‘I wouldn’t say that, sir,’

As Harold said this a young lady sauntered into the chamber from the adjoining room, towelling her wet chestnut-coloured hair. Redmond had had a surfeit of beauty already that day but he was always ready for more, and this woman provided it. It helped somewhat that her body was dappled in droplets of moisture from the muggy temperatures around her, so that she was shimmering slightly, but everything else was in order too. She was wearing a pair of extraordinarily tight black leather trousers that clung to her long, svelte legs like a second skin and was perched on a pair of ankle-length leather high-heeled boots. The trousers themselves were lowriders, and were slung low around her hips, calling into view the sculptured state of her abdomen and drawing attention to the leather g-string that rose over her hips. Her top was a similarly slight affair, a sliver of leather that didn’t seem capable of holding her enormous boobs inside it.

‘Sir, this is Dhara,’

‘Pleased to meet you, Dhara,’ said Redmond, ‘my name is Sub-captain Redmond, I’m directing the Watch operation here at the court,’

‘Charmed, I’m sure,’ said Dhara, and then, on reflection: ‘Or perhaps I’m the one that’s doing the charming? From what I can see you’re quite excited there…?’

Dhara had drawn attention to the patently obvious, the question of the monstrous bulge jutting from Redmond’s trousers. Harold had noticed it, but had thought not to say anything.

Redmond cleared his throat, ‘I’m rather afraid that I’ve fallen under a particularly nefarious one of Miss Riolta Snow’s little ploys this morning, Dhara.’

‘Ah, Riolta,’ said Dhara with a smile, ‘yes. You don’t have to say any more than that. Isn’t it curious? I could say exactly the same thing to you, Sub-captain. She has a way of bringing out the best in people. I encountered her this morning too.’

Redmond and Dhara smiled at each other, pleased at their instant rapport, a piece of communication that baffled Harold.

‘Speak of the devil,’ announced Harold.

At that moment, Riolta appeared in the same doorway that Redmond had come through. She, too, was towelling her rich, wet tresses down. She had picked up a rudimentary pair of garments from somewhere, a very tight leather vest, almost like a boob-tube that went around her tits and then was left hanging over her tight belly. She also sported a pair of indecent leather shorts. She too had a similar pair of ankle-length high-heeled boots on to Dhara.

‘Redmond,’ Riolta smiled, ‘I’ve been here for ages, where have you been?’

‘Following my nose. Where’s Alexia?’

‘She went back to the von Schwechlen apartments. She said she’s rather have her servants draw her a bath.’ At this, she advanced into the room. ‘Dhara! So nice to see you! I hope you don’t hold my actions against me this morning, but a bet is a bet…’

‘Indeed it is, Riolta. And Harold has been helping me get clean. It’s taken a few hours…’

‘Yes, I rather have the feeling that my outfit is going to have to be destroyed. It’s been such a messy morning.’

‘No hard feelings, then!’ joked Dhara.

‘Oh, just the one,’ said Riolta, and demonstrably let her hand snake towards Redmond’s trousers for the umpteenth time the action eliciting a groan from the sub-captain as she unbuckled him and let the trousers fall to the floor.

‘FUCKING HELL!’ exclaimed Dhara, staring goggle eyed at the huge meaty staff that Riolta was beginning to jack off. ‘That thing is huge!’

Even Harold gulped, unaccustomed to the power of Riolta’s magic ring.

Redmond did nothing but clench and unclench his hand as Riolta, a wicked grin on her face, jerked off her superior officer savagely, running her determined hand in forceful strokes all along the length of the far-over-footlong-cock.

‘How about another shower, Dhara?’ said Riolta.

Dhara stared, transfixed, her brain boggling at the size of the blunt instrument pointing at her and didn’t have the wit to get out of the way. At this point, Redmond exploded.

With a howl, he came, expelling a juddering series of sticky bolts of cum directly at Dhara. The gooey issue jetted from his cock with alarming velocity, each splattering volley thick and creamy splashes of jizz, spewing out and discharging messily over the leather-clad brunette noble. Dhara squealed at being caught in the hot, sticky shower of cum, feeling the thick pellets of semen splatter her body, and Riolta wrung Redmond’s fuckpiece mercilessly and continued to blast her with messy wads of thick semen.

After about a full minute of this, Redmond’s ejaculation stopped. Dhara stood motionless on the tiled floor of the bathroom, the front of her body pasted from forehead to heels in Redmond’s sticky semen. One hand was rested on her hip and the other one placed against her mouth.

‘I guess you’re going to need another bath, too,’ Riolta said cheekily, pressing Redmond’s dick down so it sprang up and down between his legs. Dhara still stood there. ‘Looks like every time we run into each other for some strange reason you end up covered in cum! Come on boys…’

With that, a smiling Riolta turned on her heel and was followed out by Redmond and Harold, Redmond stuffing himself back in his trousers and Harold mouthing apologies to the oblivious Dhara.

Five minutes after they had departed, the stunned Dhara was discovered in exactly the same attitude as when they had left the room by a young serving maid, confused at the odd decision to place a statue in the changing room.