A happy reunion

“Thanks,” Hudds said as he followed Riolta inside, closing the door behind him, asking her “how’s the wound?” as he followed her into her living room.

“Much better, thank you,” Riolta replied, seating herself on a lush couch and patting the seat right next to her, “how’s everyone else?”

“It’s a long story,” Hudds said, feeling as though Riolta would jump him at any moment as he sat down next to her, “Emmanuella is living in a mansion now, Dacca made sure to make it available for her, and more or less ran her out of the court. Me and Harold and the Captain aren’t Watchmen anymore, we got honourably kicked out, and Alexia very nearly got sent away from the city altogether.”

“Really?” Riolta sounded suitably concerned, “And how have the three of you dealt with being mistreated like that?”

“Well, I managed to find Emmanuella yesterday,” Hudds looked somewhat sheepish at admitting that, “and Harold first went on a bit of binge. But Delta managed to find him this morning, just as he got released from the drunk tank, and got him back to Emmanuella’s place. She’s taking good care of him, cleaning him up and getting him new clothes, but she won’t let him wear anything for a while.”

“She’s a warm-hearted girl, Delta is,” Riolta observed. She remembered that she hadn't gotten to see what effect her magic ring had had upon him yet, and looked forwards to that occasion.

“She is that, and the Captain just sort of disappeared. Emmanuella’s told me to find him and you and to get the both of you to her, since she’s decided that we shouldn’t accept being treated like trash by Dacca.”

“And you agree with her?”

“She’s makes it very hard for me not to, Miss.” Hudds revealed.

“Please, just call me Riolta,” Riolta requested of him, “and I can guess what tricks Emmanuella uses to win her arguments with you.”

“You know,” Riolta went on, placing one hand on Hudds’ massive cock and beginning to massage it through his pants, “I haven’t had a cock inside me for three days. And that’s hellish **** for a girl like me.”

“Riolta…” Hudds groaned, “I’d love to, but I’ve got to find the Captain…”

“Oh alright, I suppose I can wait a little while longer,” Riolta decided, and then flicked her wrist, conducting a move which caused Hudds to bend forwards and his eyes to bulge forwards as jizz began to pump out of his cock.

“Oops.” Riolta giggled.

Two hours later, Riolta showed up at the address which Hudds had provided her with before moving on to find Redmond. Emmanuella’s new residence was an imposing city mansion located on the outskirts of the nicer part of town, but which was located a bit too close to the Kettle for the really posh and uptight people to want to live in it.

Glad to finally be able to dress to kill again, Riolta was attired in an outfit which consisted of a pair of platform sandals which combined glassy platforms with thin black straps, a black satin collar round her neck, a pair of golden circles to cover her nipples, the small pieces of metal interconnecting thanks to a thick chain, and a red leather belt which went from her left to her right hip and which was held together by the four chains which covered the distance between the two ends of the leather, with the lowest one of the tiny chains almost coming down far enough to touch the lips of her slit. It was a pretty daring outfit, and just what Riolta felt that she needed after her isolation. She had been wearing a scarlet cloak during her journey to the mansion, but that would come off as soon as she was in the hallway.

Riolta honoured her promise to herself by simply allowing the cloak to fall to the floor as soon as she was through the doors, very nearly giving the old servant which had let her in a heart-attack.

After that, Riolta was shown to the salon, where she found Hudds and Emmanuella waiting for her. Hudds was clad in a pair of loose-fitting trousers and a pair of boots, while Emmanuella had on an outfit almost as sluttish as Riolta’s own, the Countess’ one consisting of a thin white robe which she wore over the corners of her shoulders, ensuring that the garment hung down on the outside of her heavy tits, knee-high, stiletto-heeled boots made from white leather, and a white satin sash which went around her waist and had a thin strap of it distending downwards from its front to cover her pussy.

“Riolta,” Emmanuella smiled as she approached the archeress, and once more the two of them engaged in a lengthy kiss, with Riolta thoroughly enjoying the sensation of having another curvaceous woman’s body pressed against hers.

Hudds too got a kiss from Riolta, after which the three sat down for a chat, with Riolta being informed that Harold and Delta remained upstairs. Just then, Riolta could hear a high-pitched scream of raw lust, and got the general picture of what exactly Harold and Delta were up to.

Shortly thereafter, Redmond showed up, and Riolta thought that he looked pale and unshaved, but at least seemed to gotten himself a bath and a fresh set of clothes recently, his uniform having been replaced by an ensemble consisting of a short leather coat, a simple white shirt and pair of loose cloth pants.

“Welcome Redmond,” Emmanuella greeted the former captain, but neither she nor Riolta attempted to offer him a kiss, and the four of them began to discuss the issue which had brought them there.

“Now,” Emmanuella began, “we all agree that we must punish Dacca for how he has treated us, yes?”

The other three nodded in agreement.

“Right,” Emmanuella said, “but then the question is how we’re going to accomplish that. One way would be to find out what exactly happened after beast was slain, and to reveal Dacca’s foul play.”

“Or we could do something else…” Redmond cut in, with the others looking at him as he smiled and continued on, “have you all heard of the crosier which is a symbol of this city?”

“Well, yes,” Emmanuella responded, “it’s supposed to be carried in a public procession by the High Regent once a year. It has something to do with the **** of Tharros’ last king, I believe.”

“Yes, but did you know that it’s been stolen?”
Redmond’s question was met with stunned silence.

“Well, it has,” Redmond went on, “and all attempts to recover it has so far been in vain.”

“But doesn’t that mean that it might be just a teeny bit hard to find? Not to mention to steal from whoever it was who stole it in the first place?” Riolta objected.

“You’re quite right, but a friend of mine has been kind enough to supply us with a few clues.” Redmond smiled again as he revealed that, enjoying the chance to once more play the role of the man who had all the information.

“That does sound promising,” Emmanuella decided, “but before we carry on I think it’s time for you to get cleaned up a bit, Redmond. Hudds, would you be a darling and escort Redmond upstairs?”

“Certainly, Emmanuella,” Hudds got up on his feet and waited for Redmond to do the same.

Somewhat taken aback at having been interrupted like that, Redmond hesitated a little before giving in and standing up next to Hudds.

“How are you, Sir?” Hudds asked Redmond as the two of them ascended up the stairs and set off down the corridor connecting the rooms on the second floor. The orgasmic screams coming from Harold’s and Delta’s room were louder now.

“I’m not your superior officer any more, Hudds,” Redmond pointed out.

“Sure you are, Sir,” Hudds replied in a calm manner which made it abundantly clear to Redmond that the subject wasn’t open for debate, “but how are you doing?”

“Well, I’ve lost my job and the sexiest girl I’ve ever met in my life was stolen from me, all thanks to the machination of a pair of blue-blooded twits. I’ve had better weeks in my life.”

“I’m sure that you’ll soon feel better, Sir,” Hudds said with a smile that signalled that he knew something which Redmond didn’t, and then stopped in front of a door and added, “This is your room, Sir.”

“Right,” Redmond nodded, still not sure of why there was such dire need for him to shave, or whatever it was that Emmanuella wanted him to do.

“I’ll meet you downstairs later on, Sir,” Hudds said and then walked off down the corridor.

Watching his subordinate disappear round a corner, Redmond shook his head and pulled the door open in front of him.

The room which Redmond had entered was lavishly decorated and seemed to have been designed as a suite, with a few sofas and a drinks cabinet placed in it and a bed being visible through an archway which connected it to an adjacent room.

The thing in the room which really caught Redmond’s eyes however was Alexia, who was standing next to one of the sofas, sending him a warm smile.

“Alexia?” Redmond asked, almost afraid to believe that she was really there.

“Hi honey,” Alexia offered him a playful greeting, and then allowed the blue robe which she had been wearing to slide down her arms and fall to the floor. She felt certain that Redmond would approve of the outfit which Emmanuella had provided her with to wear for their reunion.