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“What makes you so sure of that?” Duke Leo asked.

“You’ve provided him with an excellent opportunity.”

“Are you referring to the ball? That’s hardly an unusual occurrence!”

“No, but it’s an excellent occasion for the beast to select his next victim.”

“You keep referring to this creature as ‘him’, do you have any proof that it’s male?”

“I’m not at liberty to say,” Redmond responded, talking great pleasure in being able to deny the young duke something, “although I’m sure that we’ll all know that after tonight.”

A moment passed during which neither of the two men said anything, Duke Leo looking at Redmond with a sort of tired scorn while the sub-captain sported a thin smile as he stroked his beard. Apparently the young duke wasn't quite accustomed to commoners refusing him.

“Is there anything else that you want to tell me, or can I return to my preparations?” Duke Leo finally asked, his voice implying that he was going to great lengths to keep his temper under control.

“Please do, I have nothing but the utmost respect for you nobles and the pressing matters which you must deal with.”

Duke Leo nodded his head at Redmond, somehow managing to make such a simple action appear hostile and contemptuous, and swung round and left the room without waiting for Redmond to respond.

“It seems as though I struck a nerve,” Redmond told himself once the duke was gone, and then set out to find the bathroom.

Harold was alone as he entered Riolta’s hotel room, his cop-instincts kicking in as he did a quick scan of it to see if there was anything that looked like it didn’t belong.

Slightly surprised by the fact that Riolta’s room wasn’t decorated with lewd paintings and statues, Harold nonetheless decided that it was like it should be; decorated by someone with much too much time on his hands and an unfitting interest in other men.

There was just one thing that stood out, and that was the chalked circle which had been drawn on the floor, but that was enough to make Harold pull up the short, wide-bladed sword which he carried for those occasions when his club wasn’t enough.
After making sure that he’d closed the door behind him, Harold proceeded to stealthily search the room, moving forwards under the assumption that he would find himself in a fight at any second.

He felt a little sheepish when he suddenly became aware of the fact that someone was standing behind him, and swung round to face his adversary.

The figure had appeared without a sound and was standing in the chalked circle; a man of normal build and normal height and with a face so bland and nondescript that Harold doubted that he would remember what it looked like. The most startling thing however was the fact that the man was transparent, with Harold being able to see the painting on the wall behind him.

“Great, a wizard…” Harold snarled as he assumed a fighting stance.

“Stop that,” the man ordered Harold, “and tell Redmond to meet me at the usual location, one hour before the ball.”

“What?” Harold straightened himself back up again, his expression betraying his confusion.

“And tell him that this needs to be drunk two hours beforehand to be effective,” the man went on, and then tossed something at Harold.

Harold could see how the object, a thin-necked flask, went from grey and transparent to being much more solid as it flew towards him, seeming to contain a purple liquid.

As Harold caught the flask with his left hand, the wizard disappeared into thin air, leaving no traces behind him apart from the bottle in Harold’s hand.
Stepping up to the spot where the wizard had been standing, Harold discovered that the chalked circle had disappeared as well.

Shaking his head, the massive watchman stuffed the flask into his bag and proceeded with his original task of fetching one of Riolta’s bows.

In his study, Quinlan Mannix resumed his normal shape and took another sip of tea. He and Redmond had agreed earlier that Riolta’s hotel room was one of three possible locations where the sub-captain would go, or send someone, to make contact with the wizard.

He had just finished preparing the potion that morning, and was feeling confident that it would be enough to give Redmond and his people a better chance of taking down the beast. For a moment, he considered how the beast would react when it clawed at one of the watchmen, only to find that it had done no damage.
Picking up another thick tome before returning to his pulpit, Quinlan continued his inquiry into the nature of the beast.

When Riolta exited the von Koningswald suite, she found the two guards busy stroking their cocks, each man having his trousers bunched up around his ankles.
Thinking it quite comical how the two men stood a few feet apart and with their backs turned to one another, Riolta brought her fist up to her lips and announced her presence with a light cough.

The two guards swung round to face Riolta, and she noted with no small amount of satisfaction that they were quite well-endowed; no doubt the Countess had demanded that none but the most well-hung of the guards should stand guard by her door.

Smiling at the way in which the two men were looking at her, Riolta quickly undid the strap on her vest, after which gravity and the size of her breasts kicked in to make the garment slide apart and reveal her small, dark nipples and the perfectly shaped swell of her huge boobs.

Deciding to reward the two guards for the bravery, Riolta then turned round and leaned forwards before pulling her indecent shorts down her legs, attaining no small amount of delight from the groans which the guards produced as she exposed her juicy ass for them to gawk at, the archeress imitating the Countess by placing her long, toned legs together in an effort to make her ass seem even more spectacular.

When suddenly faced with Riolta’s heart-shaped derriere, the guard who had addressed her first was unable to contain himself any longer, and the buxom archeress felt his hands come down on her hips while the tip of his came into contact with her sphincter.

This wasn’t exactly what Riolta had planned, but she was hardly about to complain as she felt the guard’s thick cock push her cinnamon ring apart and enter into her tight anus.

“You better shut me up,” Riolta advised the other guard, “or I’ll probably attract some company with my screaming,” but he just stood there, looking foolish.

“Put your cock in my mouth,” Riolta then helpfully suggested, and this stirred the second guard into action, with the result that Riolta was soon being rocked back and forth between the two men, one pushing his cock into her ass and the other watching on in amazement at how quickly his dick could disappear into her mouth.

The first guard would erupt inside her rectum, the sensation of his cum being shot deep inside of her triggering Riolta’s orgasm, but the second one would pull out and shoot his load all over her face, with Riolta remembering to open her mouth wide and stick her tongue despite being quite preoccupied enjoying her orgasm.

“Enter!” Redmond could hear Alexia call out as he knocked on the door to the bathroom, and he pushed down the handle and stepped inside. Alexia had apparently been informed by her servants that he was waiting for her, and had instructed them to bring him here.

The bathroom was predominantly white in colour, and it was Redmond’s guess that a smaller cliff worth of marble had been used to construct it.

Currently, it was steamy and warm as a result of the heat emanating from the water which had been poured into the massive marble-tub through the pipe which was laden with minerals which served to cleanse and warm it.

“Redmond!” Alexia cried out as he walked up to the bath, her voice revealing how delighted she was to see him.

For his part, Redmond was quite pleased to see Alexia too, particularly since she greeted him by stretching one of her long legs up into the air so that he could watch how beads of water ran down its luscious form.

“Alexia,” Redmond flashed her a smile. The two of them apparently had the bathroom to themselves.

“The water’s still warm,” Alexia suggested, and Redmond had soon stripped to just his trousers.

Making sure that he had her undivided attention, which he unsurprisingly enough did indeed have, Redmond yanked open his belt and pulled his fly apart.

“I get dizzy every time you do that,” Alexia commented once she’d enjoyed the sight of Redmond’s massive fuckstaff springing out into the open.

“I’ll have to leave them off then.”

“I certainly wouldn’t mind that,” Alexia watched as Redmond climbed into the tub.

Sitting in it so that the water reached up to her bust, Alexia was a most seductive sight, her wet hair gleaming along with her tanned skin, with her hard nipples being just above the surface, and Redmond could feel the precum begin to pour out of his pisshole as he lowered himself into the water. His cock was sticking up into the air like some massive rock in the middle of the sea.

“I had a chat with your brother, and he doesn’t seem to like me very much.”

“You shouldn’t be mean to him,” Alexia said as she brought up a soaked sponge.
Redmond had a hard time coming up with response due to Alexia now having placed the sponge against his cock, beginning to rinse it gently. The sponge was pretty lathered with soap, and so Redmond’s rigid monsterdick was receiving a much needed clean-up, with Alexia carrying out the task of cleaning it with characteristic enthusiasm.