The party begins

Due to the fact that she would be the personal date of the man hosting the event, Riolta had had to show up early and was now standing next to Duke Leo as the guests began to arrive. Being dressed in a pair of black boots, black trousers and a most dashing red and black jacket with the von Schwechlen personal crest sown onto the right chest and with a spotless white shirt underneath, Leo was quite an impressive sight, although it was Riolta who would receive most of the attention as the guests went through the slow and meticulous procedure of entering the room in accordance with the prearranged schedule.

Feeling her pussy begin to moisten at the shock, awe and unsuccessfully hidden lust which the arriving noblemen and noblewomen were displaying as they gazed upon her, Riolta at least had the decency to not begin rubbing her slit.

Peeking at Leo as he stood beside her, Riolta noticed that his face was like a mask, and she recognized that he had know assumed his official persona, one which he had been trained to wear since childhood and whose main purpose was to ensure that he would at no occasion diverge from the display of serene calm and incorruptible self-confidence which he was carrying out.

There was a moment of confusion when the Countess von Koningswald with escort failed to enter at the agreed-upon time, but Leo had apparently foreseen that the Countess would breach standard protocol in this fashion, and soon the servants overseeing the entrance procedure had sorted the situation out and the next couple on the list were allowed to make their entry.

Swearing that even though this was a rather informal ball it was still a fantastically boring spectacle, Riolta fought the boredom by scanning the room in the hopes of finding potential playmates. This search did bring up a few candidates, and also assured her that so far she was the most outrageously attired person present in the ball room, but she was certainly aware of the fact that both Alexia and Emmanuella would give her some pretty stiff competition for the title of the Most Improperly Dressed Lady at the Ball.

People had been lining up along the far side of the room from the doors, with the host and hostess serving as the midpoint of the long line of distinguished individuals, and every guest had placed themselves in relation to Leo and Riolta, with the more senior people placing themselves near the two of them and the less distinguished guests having to make do with spots further down the line.

Alexia, owing to her being the nearest relative to the host present at the ball, would get to stand next to Leo on his left side, and she would also have been the last to enter the ball room if it hadn’t been for Emmanuella’s tardiness.

“Her Illustrious Highness Alexia von Schwechlen!” The servant next to the door announced, and Alexia and Redmond came sweeping in through the doorway.

Riolta was quite amused by the noises erupting from various present nobles when Alexia entered through the lofty doorway. Undoubtedly, a few of them had already seen her as they had stood next to her in of the anterooms while waiting for their turn to enter, but the general sense was still one of shock and bafflement as they gawked at her appearance.

Alexia’s chest was glazed with cum, and more of it was gleaming on her face and in her hair as she and Redmond walked across the empty floor and then proceeded up the line of guests, with Alexia carrying her head high as she proudly showed off her sluttishness.

For his part, Redmond was dressed in his ordinary uniform, and Riolta doubted that he didn’t receive a very profound sense of accomplishment from refusing to subject himself to the dress code which was, as always was the case on this occasions, implied rather than enforced.

He had however put on a clean shirt, and Alexia’s tailor had spent some time adjusting the width of his right trouser leg to accommodate his cock. It was the only reason why he could now walk without a limp.

Peeking at Leo once again, Riolta could see that the corner of his mouth had dropped a little, but that otherwise his face looked as though he had just been subjected to a taxidermist.

“That’s a smashing top, Alexia,” Riolta could hear the young woman next to Alexia say, “what’s the material?”

“Balljuice!” the teenaged tit-queen announced in a most direct fashion, and then patted Redmond’s cock, making sure to tap her hand against the head of his ginormous dick.

This meant that Alexia would have to lean forwards a little in order to reach down to the point just below Redmond’s knee, and this movement meant that a flurry of jizz-gobs was made to rain off her breasts.

All of this combined caused the young noblewoman who had posed the question, who apparently was a most innocent girl, to collapse against her date.

Riolta, who had witnessed the interaction, was already rubbing her hand over her toned belly, gradually working it down towards her foaming pussy.

“Her Serene Highness, the Countess of Koningswald, Emmanuella von Koningswald!” The servant at the door then screamed out. The traditional style in which to address a countess was a lie when referring to Emmanuella; there was nothing about her which was even remotely serene.

When Emmanuella finally showed up, even Leo was **** to release a short gasp as he got a first look of what she was wearing.

With her hair pulled back tight into a queue which began at the topmost part of the back of her head, Emmanuella’s face was augmented by just the amount of makeup and was radiating sexiness and confidence as she entered the room with her left arm locked around Hudds’ right one.

The dress which the Countess von Koningswald was wearing was made from a very thin material in dark blue and it was cut so that it began as a string around her neck before quickly reaching out to her sides, leaving her throat and collarbones completely exposed. From the area just below her armpits, the dress ran down along her side before stretching out across her breasts, where they gradually became increasingly thin until they met up at the golden ring which sat between her incredible breasts. The tongue of cloth was vaguely reminiscent of an hour-glass, and it left the topmost and lowermost parts of her breasts wholly unveiled while the fabric was in no way capable of hiding her nipples’ erect state.

Apart from the part where it extended out over her breasts, the dress remained in the shape of two parallel, thin tongues of cloth which ran down her sides, leaving her spectacular midriff without any unneeded and unwanted protection, until it reached her hip, where it began to spread out to cover her sex and go on to dangle between her otherwise uncovered legs.

When Emmanuella had walked past her, and sent her a very lewd wink, Riolta finally got to see the back of the dress, and found that it consisted of nothing more than the string around her neck and a similar stretch of material which ran in a steep v-shape over her derriere and leaving the top of her buttocks and anal cleft bare for people to ogle.

Paradoxically, the height of his partner, particularly when she was now wearing a pair of silver stiletto-heel sandals, conflicted with the pride which he felt over her appearance to make Hudds appear both taller and shorter than he really was.

“Here,” Alexia whispered to Riolta while Emmanuella and Hudds took up their place in the line, “take this.”

Riolta looked down on the object which Alexia had placed in her left hand, and found that it was the cockring. Perhaps she ought to give it to Harold…