The verification of various credentials

Riolta eyed the newcomer as cooly as she could considering both the fact that he was an intruder and that he looked to have an extremely interesting package bulging in the front of his trousers. The fact that she was scandalously attired in the way that a concubine might dress for a night with her liege rather than a woman who was just going down to breakfast didn’t bother her; she was used to it. Of course, the affair with the beast had predisposed the busty archeress to take extra care in her interactions at the moment, and the figure at the bottom of the stairs, if so inclined, would have the drop on all the other people in the house if he managed to get past her.

‘I’m fairly certain that I’ve been introduced to everyone living in this house,’ Riolta said, ‘so the question is: are you an invited, or uninvited guest?’

The man smiled. ‘I go where I’m needed.’ His mouth hung open slightly as he appraised her.

‘And you might be?’

‘My name is Quinlan Mannix.’

‘That name doesn’t mean anything to me.’

‘But yours does to me, Miss Snow. Or may I call you Riolta?’

‘I’m not impressed,’ Riolta said, ‘I’m a famous archeress. People know me.’

‘Indeed they do, but it’s enchanting to finally meet you in the flesh for the first time. And what flesh, may I say. Yes, you’re wearing just a tad less clothing than the last time I saw your image, on a poster depicting your likeness for the state-wide ranged-weapon tournament.’

Riolta grinned, ‘Don’t believe it. That portrait had to be touched up for the sake of public decency.’

‘I understand that during the contest you yourself were touched up and it resulted in a case of public indecency.’

Despite the situation, Riolta kept smiling. She enjoyed recounting her exploits. ‘Well, yes. I keep my friends close and my adversaries closer. And I have found that blowing my competitors between rounds does somewhat weaken their will to win. Not to mention the fact that if they lose to a girl and then that particular girl lifts the trophy while their face is dripping with their cum softens the blow somewhat.’

‘It probably doesn’t soften much else,’ said Quinlan.

‘Quite. And of course that particular wining portrait has pride of place over my bed. And that one hasn’t been modified. But we’re digressing on the subject of your credentials. Sneaking around in the household of a noblewoman during the dawn chorus isn’t my idea of an illustrious personage. Explain yourself.’

‘I’m a friend of Redmond’s. I’ve been helping you with the beast episode.’

‘I’d like to believe you,’ said Riolta, ‘but of course I need to be sure.’

‘Naturally,’ said Quinlan, ‘would it make you any surer to know that I know what happened to the potion of invulnerability I specially concocted for your group, that I know who broke it and how it broke?’

Riolta nearly smiled. ‘Harold is something of a butterfingers.’

‘It really can’t have helped his composure for you to show him your pussy, though, can it?’

‘Oh, I don’t know…’ began Riolta. Only someone on the right side during the beast farrago could have known about the fragile potion of invulnerability, making her ninety-nine percent sure that Quinlan was the outside help that Redmond had referred to back at the court. With this in mind, she decided to make the encounter a little more exciting. ‘If I showed you my pussy right now, what would that do for your composure?’

Quinlan smiled and folded his arms over his chest. ‘Let’s see, shall we?’

Riolta took her cue and made her way down the rest of the staircase. Her gloved hand slid easily down the banister as her platform-soled, stiletto-heeled stripper shoes clicked on each of the steps. When she finally got down to the bottom, she was standing about three feet from Quinlan. For the moment, she rested her hands on her hips.

Quinlan drank her in. Up close she was mesmerisingly gorgeous, her face astoundingly beautiful, her eyes dark and haunting. What was most immediately apparent was the size of her tits. Riolta was really quite slender, slim waisted, but her breasts projected out of her chest like melons. The perfect bulging flesh burst from her in two huge globes that stuck out more than half a foot in front of her, awesomely firm, solid, just huge, jutting mounds.

Starting to tease her new acquaintance, Riolta began to play with the lacy straps holding up the sides of her panties that were currently resting on her hips. Snaking her legs suggestively, the megaboobed brunette vixen commenced the inexorably slow task of sliding the thong downwards, looking Quinlan directly in the eye as she did so. When the thong reached halfway down her thighs, Riolta stopped, leaving the underwear suspended across the slender, lightly muscled legs.

Riolta was looking to Quinlan for signs of nervousness, but so far there were none. When he looked down, Quinlan saw that much like the underwear strung between her thighs, a number of gelantinous ropes of girlcum were glistening between her legs.

‘Not even a smile?’ said Riolta.

‘I am smiling,’ said Quinlan, with the same, impassive face.

Riolta took the opportunity of reaching downwards and slowly running her fingers over her juicy quim, suggestively stroking the lips of her velveteen vulva with her right hand while the left one pinched one of her nipples. Easing a sigh out of her pouting lips, the huge-breasted archeress then brought her gloved hand back up and placed it on Quinlan’s top lip.

‘I’m a juicy slut,’ Riolta said, ‘that’s proof. Now it’s your turn to prove something to me.’

‘What’s that?’

‘Prove that what you appear to be packing in these awfully tight trousers is the size I hope it is.’

Now it was Quinlan’s turn to put his hands on his hips. ‘How big do you want it to be?’

Riolta’s eyes narrowed nastily. ‘Do I get a choice?’

‘It depends on you. If you’re a little slut, it’s a little cock. If you’re a big slut, it’s a big cock. If you’re a huge slut, it’s a huge cock.’

‘Honey,’ said Riolta without hesitation, ‘I’m the biggest slut you’ve ever seen.’

‘Well then,’ said Quinlan.

His utterance was punctuated by a sound. It was the sound of leather tearing at the seams. Riolta’s heart leapt. Quinlan still stood in front of her with his hands on his hips. There was another staccato rip. Involuntarily, Riolta let out a little gasp. After a couple of seconds there was a longer tearing sound that went on for quite a while. Riolta looked downwards and was amazed to see the fabric of the trousers tenting impossibly from below and then stretching and splitting. Something indeterminate was moving slowly but definitively down Quinlan’s left leg. She bit her lip and looked him in the eye. He still seemed impassive, even as the fabric of his trousers was agitated at with even further ****.

Riolta looked down again and saw that by now the fabric of Quinlan’s trousers was shredded nearly completely through. Underneath the frayed strands of the material something pulsed and quivered. Suddenly, with one almighty tear, the pressurised fabric was rent asunder as a vast pillar of flesh sprang up from its confines, flying upwards to land with a wet ‘SPLOTCH’ directly between Riolta’s massive tits, the huge bell-end smacking her in the face on the way down.

For once, Riolta was utterly speechless. When she had got over her initial shock, she came, her pussy squirting to drench the thong still strung across her thighs. Quinlan waited patiently for her orgasm to subside.

Then he said, 'breakfast is served.'