A demonstration

‘My friends,’ said Leo throwing his arm open to make something of a show of Riolta for the assemblage of dignitaries, ‘may I present Miss Riolta Snow, the most successful tournament archer ever to have lived. And, I might add, the most beautiful, though that hardly needs saying.’

‘You’re too kind,’ said Riolta, blushing more over the complement than a public exhibition of cum could ever make her.

‘And may I also present Maximillian Neizvestny, ambassador to the Tharros from the Federation of Khartof,’ Leo continued.

A well-dressed man with a neatly-trimmed beard stepped forward and clicked his heels, saluting Riolta. ‘Call me Maxy,’ he said, his eyes roving the cum-splashed archeress, taking in her massive boobs and the thick tendril of cum that still hung from her chin. ‘Ordinarily I’d offer to cover your modesty with my cloak, but I suspect this is your custom…?’

‘The ambassador is perhaps too refined,’ said Riolta, smiling. ‘But you guess correctly. And you may call me anything, Maxy. Even, should you like, Cum-Hungry Slut.’

‘We’re here about the beast,’ said Harold, cutting in, already impatient with the rigmarole of court decorum, even subverted as it had been by Riolta’s lewd remarks.

‘Ah, the beast,’ said Leo. ‘A dreadful business. We do hope that it will be sorted soon.’

‘I’ve been meaning to speak to you about that, Leo,’ said Maxy, ‘when the young Tsarina arrives tomorrow I do hope she’ll not be put to any personal danger.’

‘Not to worry,’ said Leo. ‘With Miss Snow here to protect us I’m sure we’ll all be able to sleep safe in out beds. As, perhaps, she might like to demonstrate?’

Leo gestured to an armoury rack at the side of the group that was stacked with projectile weapons of various types.

‘I’d be only too glad,’ said Riolta, moving towards the rack and perusing the weapons. She selected an inlaid bow and hefted it to get a sense of the weight and balance. Then, taking up her stance, she estimated the distance towards the hay-circles at the other end of the courtyard. Each one, she noticed, was marked with a tiny red heart-shaped bulls-eye in its centre.

The bow was well-made. So well-made, in fact, that Riolta would have found it practically impossible to miss. In quick succession, she released three shafts, one into each target. Without fail, she pieced each of the targets dead-centre. Tiny droplets of red paint oozed from the midst of each makeshift heart.

There was a polite patter of applause, even from some of the ladies present, who, if they didn’t approve of Riolta’s choice of attire, were certainly impressed with her marksmanship.

Riolta replaced the bow on the stand. ‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘Of course, if you all want a demonstration of what I really do best, I’d be on my knees and sucking the Duke’s cock. I can assure you all that letting him explode all over my face would make for a far more compelling show of skill.’

Leo looked around at the faces with a smirk. The men that were present were all, to a man, showing signs of being rattled by the cum-splattered harlot in their midst, but so far no-one had voiced an objection to her behaviour. In fact, there were actually one or two encouraging murmurs from the group.

Riolta had a butter-wouldn’t-melt expression on her face, which made it impossible to know for sure if she was being serious. The glazing of cum oozing off her face and body added some substance to the sense that she might be in earnest.

Harold was watching Von Schwechlen carefully, scrutinising the Duke for any indication of what might be lurking under the surface of his smooth exterior. Riolta’s line of questioning wasn’t exactly textbook, but it might present a way of forcing the issue that somehow penetrated the slippery dictates of ‘don’t ask don’t tell’ protocol at the court. This was exactly what she had been brought in to do.

Riolta weighed her huge tits in her hand, trying to help to the Duke decide. The huge globes protruded with astounding pertness from her chest, shining with a glossy sheen of cum.

‘Well?’ Riolta said, ‘do I have permission?’