The audience

After preparing themselves in their separate quarters the foursome gathered in the salon. It had been at Raya?s insistence that they had agreed on visiting the duchess unarmed, and the others had agreed with her, although both Riolta and Vaino expressed their apprehensions about leaving their weapons aboard the ship.

Now, after the Voltsvaghn had pulled to a halt in the castle?s harbour, its lashings secured to the wharf and the gangways placed out, did the diplomatic party depart from the ship, Sven watching them from his position up on deck.

The dwarf captain found as he watched them that Riolta and Raya had dressed themselves in accordance to their preferences.

Raya was dressed in a manner which implied that she had been unable to decide on whether to dress like a mage or a slut, and had thus gone for both.

An ornate gold tiara with a gleaming sapphire the size of a quail?s egg was placed on her head, and supplemented by matching gold ear-rings. Over her body she wore a suit in a dull shade of black which began as a thick strap hugging the back of her neck before plunging down just inside of her collarbones to widen into a tit-hugging top which was interconnected by a golden ring which had been worked into the fabric, then the outfit spread and thinned out again to span down the outer edge of her midriff before being connected by a pair of gold-rings to a miniscule thong of the same colour and material which hugged its way up over her hips to plunge into the crack between her juicy buttocks.

Attached to the spaghetti-strap of Raya?s thong was two flowing pieces of cloth, one for each leg, which served almost as a dress as they stretched down to her ankles, giving Raya the best of both worlds; the loose dress was befitting of a sorceress while her minimalist underwear was shown off as it stretched out in a **** and utterly hopeless attempt to cover all of her hairless sex.

Completing her look was a pair of black shoes which combined high platforms and ankle-breaking heels and giving the impression that Raya was three inches taller than she really was.

Riolta meanwhile had gone for something simpler than Raya?s elaborately designed outfit, although Sven thought the archeress? simpler choice of clothing to be just as effective as that of the female wizard when it came to making his cock harden.

Glistening thigh-high boots in black leather hugged Riolta?s long legs, their wide brims only inches below her pussy, which was exposed due to the fact that the archeress had opted for wearing a sheer black micro-skirt which looked as though someone had designed it with the intention of making it differ from all the other micro-skirts, which the designer apparently thought to be far over-sized. Simply put, the tiny garment was probably less than an inch wide, and it looked more like a wide belt than like a skirt.

Cover for Riolta?s awe-inspiring breasts was provided, though Sven doubted that that was the correct term, by a pair of black nipple-pasties which looked as if they had been measured to be marginally too small for her nipples, thus leaving plenty of her dark areolas visible, while a black satin collar was wrapped around Riolta?s slender neck.

Vaino had opted for wearing a simple loincloth, and had covered most of his muscular frame with a mesh of swirling blue, red and green paint, while his short fur boots gave witness to his northern origins. Ojo, finally, had opted for the same simplicity as Vaino by donning a white linen codpiece which looked to be too small, resulting in his balls swelling out over its edge and much of the trunk of his cock being visible as the tiny article of clothing was stretched by the bulk of his genitals.

Upon stepping down onto the paved ground of the wharf, Riolta and her new friends could see a small group of people, consisting of one thin but tall man clad in a purple caftan and a matching turban leading a handful of guards clad in black leather armour and a metal helmet equipped with nose- and cheek-guards, come rushing towards them.

This was undoubtedly the welcoming committee, stirred into action by the report on the trio of flags which the Voltsvaghn had been flying when accessing the harbour; one to signal the diplomatic status of its passengers, one to signal that it came from Tharros, and the last one carrying the heraldry of the house of Dacca.

?Greetings,? the caftan-wearing man, an aristocratic-looking gentleman with an impressive nose which put Riolta in mind of an eagle?s beak and vivid blue eyes, said ?you?re undoubtedly the diplomats from Tharros, yes??

?That is correct,? Riolta granted the man, and then handed him the official note which described the intent of their mission and which was signed with the seal of Hugo Dacca himself.

?Excellent,? the man dispassionately declared after reading through the note, ?I shall guide to her Grace.?

With that, the group was off, the caftan-wearer leading the way up the impressively sized steps which led upwards from the wharf to the castle itself, with the four guests following after him and the spear-wielding guards flanking them whilst ogling the two lewdly clad women.

Eventually, the foursome was stopped by Mister Caftan in front of a set of fifteen-feet tall iron doors, and told to ?wait here? by their greeter, who scurried off down the airy, marble-clad corridor in the opposite direction of that from which they had come.

The guards were placed out some distance away from Riolta and the others, although the pair who had been standing next to the doors remained there, and none of them spoke to the quartet during the hour or so which they spent waiting for Mister Caftan to return.

He finally returned wearing a thin smile on his lips.

?Her Slutishness will see you now,? the greeter announced.

Moments later, the two massive doors were pulled open and the group was free to enter, Mister Caftan and the guards making no motion to follow them inside.

The room was as massive as those doors, constructed of the same marble stones and pillars as seemingly everything else in the castle, and Riolta guessed that there was a good hundred and twenty yards from the doors to the far end of the room, where a lavish throne, clad in gold and further decorated by hundreds of smaller gems and at least a dozen bigger ones, had been placed atop of a small staircase pyramid.

A red carpet had been laid out for them, with thirty guards standing on each side of it.

The right line of guards was composed solely of women who seemed to have been gathered from a variety of ethnicities, but all of which wore helmets matching those of the guards seen earlier, but bladed with gold which made them glow and with a much larger variety of plumes attached to the top of it.

Apart from the helmets the women were wearing only leather bracers which ran up their arms from the wrists to just below the elbows, which meant that there was nothing to hide their ripped physiques, their long legs, tits which varied from large to enormous or their uniformly juicy asses.

On the other side of the red carpet, to Riolta?s left, stood a line of guards made up solely of men who were on even levels with Ojo and Vaino when it came to height and muscularity, and who differed from their female counterparts in wearing more clothes.

That didn?t mean that they were any more decently attired though, for even if the male members of the inner royal guard was wearing cuirasses in black leather with a golden triangle embroidered in the centre of it and a loincloth consisting of a slim leather belt from which a piece of bright orange fur speckled with black dots, the tongues of fur had been designed to be too small to cover all of their genitals, which Riolta quickly judged as ranging from large to very large in size.

Unlike the women, who had been armed with spears, each man was brandishing a curved sword in his right hands while his left one was clinching to the handle of a large, golden round shield.

All in all, the guard looked like one that Riolta might consider hiring, should she ever end up becoming a super-wealthy, single duchess.

In front of the steps leading up to the throne stood another man, dressed just like the male guards but apparently being both older, as demonstrated by the specks of grey in his otherwise dull black hair, sturdier built, his arms looked only slightly thinner than proper tree-trunks to Riolta, and even better hung that they. In fact, Riolta wondered if that man wasn?t in possession of the biggest cock in the room, and it was backed-up by a large scrotum which contained a pair of apple-sized balls. He got plenty of Riolta?s and Raya?s attentions as they came closer to the throne.

Finally, there was the duchess herself?