The Countess

“We should begin with the countess,” Redmond informed Hudds, who knew his superior officer well enough that his reason for choosing Emmanuella first wasn’t the cynic’s calculation that she was higher standing than the missing maid.

“So far, the victims have been noblewomen.” Redmond spoke, pleased to find that Hudds had obediently waited for him to continue rather than to question his reasoning before hearing it, “And it’s a well-known but rarely mentioned fact that the von Tutchenwalds’ only employ maids that are little more than whores. After visiting the countess, we’ll make a round of inquiries among the guards to find out whether any of them spent parts of the night gang-banging a nubile young slut in a maid’s uniform.” Redmond went on, smiling faintly at the end of the sentence.
The pair of guardsmen passed through the corridors towards the suite where the countess von Koningswald had settled.
“Who is the countess, Sir?” Hudds asked, as they walked across a small patio.

“The countess Emmanuella von Koningswald is a recent arrival in town, and unlikely to become a lengthy guest to our beloved High Regent’s court.” Redmond began, “Her family has far too much money for her to stay in Tharros long without acquiring a mansion from which to carry out the assignment of looking after the family’s interests here, which is the reason why her father and master Duke Guillaume has sent her here.”

“Is the Duke independent?” Hudds inquired.

“Very good question, Hudds.” Redmond replied, suppressing a smile at his young subordinate’s quick wit, “He’s a vassal of the Zoracian emperor, and is the most powerful duke in the southwest part of the empire. His daughter Emmanuella has inherited her father’s intelligence and political acumen, along with her mother’s looks, I’m told. And from what I’ve been told about her behaviour at least one of them must have had a healthy appetite which was also passed on to their daughter.”

“Oh.” Hudds was disappointed over the prospect of having to visit some noble bird that wasn’t just of the usual stuck-up variety but a fat one as well.

“Not that sort of appetite, Hudds.” Redmond shot Hudds a weak smile. “More like the one which Miss Snow possesses.”

“Oh…oh!” Hudds couldn’t help but to let out his relief and sudden nervousness at the prospect of meeting another woman as voracious as Riolta.

The door outside the Konigswald suite turned out to be a pair of sturdy ones made out of teak and reinforced with iron. The trio of Palace Guards on post outside it straightened their backs at the appearance of the two City Watchmen, all of them wishing to appear smart before their none-too-loved brethren.

“Hmm,” Redmond began after greeting the Palace Guards, “there doesn’t appear to be any marks upon the door. Odd.”

Hudds kept his mouth shut. Normally, Redmond would ask him if he had any theories, and Hudds interpreted his silence as being motivated by an unwillingness to discuss the case in front of the competing Guards, many of which undoubtedly resented the City Watch’s intrusion on their turf.

With the Palace Guards watching them closely while shuffling their poleaxes in a vaguely threatening fashion, Redmond calmly told Hudds to knock on the door.
This caused the Guards to smart up even further, each of them standing wide-legged and with their chests puffed out.

The reason for the Guards’ sudden attempts to display manly vigilance and ooze testosterone was made apparent when the door opened inwards to reveal an icy blonde beauty, tall and with a pair of huge tits that strained against the low-cut white dress which hung over her voluptuous frame.

“Yes?” The blonde, who couldn’t be much older than twenty, said, directing a steely gaze at Redmond.

“Sub-Captain Redmond of the City Watch,” Redmond introduced himself by rank and name, “with batman, we’re here to see the Countess in regards to the night’s events.”

Nodding, the woman pushed the door back further and stepped aside to allow Redmond and Hudds to pass through it.
Once they had entered the hallway, Redmond and Hudds heard the woman close the door again and bolt its locks in place.

“This way,” she informed them as she walked past them, and led them through the hallway, allowing them to glance at her graceful back and delicious ass as she sauntered over the soft rugs which covered the floor.
Exiting the hallway, the trio entered a spacious room in which the floor was raised at the far end of it, where a group of divans were placed around two round tables made out of black wood.

Resting upon one of the divans but swiftly getting up on her feet at the new arrivals’ entry into the room was a woman who Hudds would have instantly thought was the countess if it wasn’t for the fact that the sight of her made his brain experience a temporary meltdown which made the formulation of any thought impossible.

The countess was a figure of near-perfection, with a flawlessly shaped face cornered by hair which shifted from golden blonde at the top to midnight black at the tresses which were draped over the emerald robe that she was wearing.
The robe, made from a light material, hung open to show off her pair of gargantuan tits, both of them looking large and firm enough to rival Riolta’s, her flat, discreetly muscular belly and hairless crotch.

The jewelled stud which stuck through her clit glistened in the sunlight as the countess moved one of her long, toned legs, setting the right one of feet down on the first of the three steps which led down from the raised part of the room, the heel of her pair of fur-lined stiletto slippers cutting into the mat as she gazed at the two men with a look in her eyes as if she was undressing them already.

“Delta.” The woman spoke to the icy blonde with the sweetest of voices, “These are the watchmen, yes?”

“Yes mistress.” The blonde affirmed.

Hudds could swear that his pants were about to burst as his massive cock was swelling up with blood at the sight of the countess, and one sultry look from her made it clear that she was all too aware of the growing bulge in his pants.

[Intrigue Notes inside]