Separate stories

Harold had commandeered a horse at the stables and was riding it through the main courtyard and out into the city. Primarily it was because he hadn’t felt like walking all the way back to Riolta’s hotel but it had also given him a chance to snarl at a stableboy, so it was two for one sort of deal.

Things were hotting up. This assignment was a little better than the sort that he usually got, using a club to enforce antique drunkenness laws on the waterfront, and the court was certainly an interesting place. His mind went back to the interaction with Dhara from earlier today. What a woman. Riolta too was interesting. He’d never seen marksmanship or sluttishness like it, and these two qualities had become entwined when she had used Redmond’s dick to blast Dhara with cum. Perhaps Redmond had been right to bring Riolta along. Nonetheless, it made little sense to trap her in an enclosed room with only a bow to defend herself with, and there Harold didn’t agree. If it came down to it, in tight quarters, she’d get taken apart. That, he supposed, was where he came in. Harold could best most things in hand-to-hand combat, man and beast. Redmond had been quite specific with his orders. He didn’t care about an arrest. He had to take the beast down.

Tethering the horse outside Riolta’s hotel, Harold went to the desk in the hotel lobby and brandished his brass badge.

‘Watch business. I need access to Riolta Snow’s room.’

The young man behind the counter gulped when he took in Harold’s size.

‘I’m sorry, sir. We can’t allow access to our patron’s room.’

Harold’s eyes narrowed meanly. He was going to make a remark about shoving the man’s teeth down his neck but then thought better of it. His hand came out of his pocket with something. The concierge jumped.

‘I’m authorised,’ said Harold.

It was the letter that Redmond had brandished yesterday to Riolta, with Dacca’s wax seal. Recognising it, the concierge went and got the key.

Well what do you know? Harold thought. Diplomacy had its uses too. Maybe the court was rubbing off on him.

Riolta made her way back briskly to the von Koningswald suite. Hudds had been alone with Emmanuella for quite some time now and she half expected to see cum seeping out from underneath the door. As it was, there were the same two guards on duty as before.

Striding up to them in a confident manner, Riolta smiled, ‘Riolta Snow for Countess von Koningswald.’

‘Miss Snow,’ said one of the guards, ‘it’s bad enough being so close to the Countess Emmanuella all day without the likes of you teasing us as well.’

‘Now boys,’ Riolta admonished wickedly, ‘I’m just a member of the watch. Remember, your rivals from across the city? Anyway, I happen to know that Delta gives you guys all the perks you need.’

‘She does,’ admitted one guard, sheepishly, ‘but she’s no Riolta Snow.’

‘He’s a big fan of yours, Miss,’ said the other guard.

Riolta smiled dazzlingly at the guard, who blushed deeply. ‘Is that so? Well, let’s play a little game. You two start jerking off – if you dare – and when I’m coming out shortly, if you’re at a particular point. Well, let’s just say I might let you use me for target practice. How’s that?’

Both guards gulped. Eventually, one of them opened the door.

Riolta sashayed into the Countesses’ suite, leaving the two perspiring guards in her wake. The room was empty. Riolta looked around. Cum was everywhere. On the chairs, the tables, tapestries, splashed against statues and dripping from the chandelier in the centre of the ceiling. Following the trail like a true detective, Riolta went out onto the balcony.

There, on the balcony overlooking the courtyard, Emmanuella was standing, holding the rail, her perfect ass jutting out behind her and her long legs placed together, so that the pair of fur-lined high-heeled slippers that she wore were next to each other. Hudds was behind her, plugging her asshole with his horsedick, making the Countesses’ elastic asshole dilate enormously as he sawed back and forwards into her sweet derriere.

‘Hi Countess,’ said Riolta.

Emmanuella turned her head, the blonde on black tresses falling away from her face, and for an instant Riolta was genuinely shocked at how beautiful the other woman was.

‘Riolta…’ said the Countess huskily.

‘Redmond wants you to move quarters, just for tonight. He thinks you should sleep elsewhere. And that I should move in here for the duration.’

‘She can sleep in my room,’ put in Hudds, ‘isn’t that right, Countess?’ at this, Hudds smacked her tanned ass, his other hand reaching round to grope her huge tits.

‘Anything!’ squealed Emmanuella, ‘just FUCK MY ASS!’

Hudds obliged, and Riolta noticed how a couple crossing the courtyard below looked up at the balcony as the Countess screamed her injunction and shook their heads.

‘Well, that’s settled then,’ said Riolta.

Redmond was waiting in the von Schwechlen suite. Presently, Leo came in through the other door.

‘Sub-captain Redmond,’ he said, ‘will this take long? I’m preparing for the ball tonight. There’s a great deal still to arrange.’

Redmond decided not to use the ‘stupid copper’ routine on the Duke. ‘Duke Schwechlen.’

‘Von Schwechlen, actually.’

‘Ah yes, the title. I’m glad you corrected me, you’re going to be seeing a lot more of me,’

‘And why’s that?’

‘Because I’m taking your sister to the ball tonight.’

The Duke bridled. ‘How lovely. Well, as Alexia’s little tricks go it doesn’t surprise me one bit. But then again, little sister is very big hearted.'

'That's not the only place she's big.'

Leo was stung. Redmond was looking to get a rise out of him.

'As I thought,' Leo said eventually. 'Consorting with commoners is cheap, but an effective way of getting attention.’

‘Yet you’ve consorted with Miss Snow. Are you looking for attention?’

‘Hardly. Now what’s this about? Did you just come to tell me about Alexia?’

‘No. I came to offer you my sympathies over the untimely **** of your fiancee and assure you that I’m doing everything I can to catch the beast.’

‘You think the beast will strike tonight?’

‘I’m counting on it.’