The diplomats get a pleasant surprise

Half an hour went by until the last of the male guards had had his balls drained by the two insatiable sluts, with Korvac being the only male member of the guards who yet to blow his load on either Riolta or Raya, although precum was now oozing so profusely from his pisshole that a puddle of it had formed around his feet.

At some point, Raya’s spells had all come to an end, and the sorceress had been much too preoccupied with being fucked silly to cast any new ones.

Thanks to the amount of cum which each man was capable of producing, it was now impossible to tell Riolta, Raya and the gorgeous blonde who had been Vaino’s and Ojo’s playmate apart; each woman being wholly drenched in jizz.

Throughout all this, the duchess had remained on her throne, using it as a vantage-point from which to observe the proceedings rather than to partake in them, and her features were still hidden beneath her exquisite suit of armour.

Letting her gaze wander from the spot where Riolta and Raya were bunched up on the floor, the two women being engaged in a lengthy and fiery kiss whilst their voluptuous were pressed together, to where Ojo and Vaino were standing, with the blonde vixen kneeling between them as she sucked on their cockheads, the Widow Duchess leaned forwards in her throne and clapped her hands together once.

The result of this was that four female guards now stepped forwards to gently but firmly pry Riolta and Raya apart and get them up on their feet, all four of them doing their best to ignore the way in which each of the two sex-crazed sluts were groping them.

As for Ojo and Vaino, they were cruelly cut short when the super-stacked woman kneeling between simply abandoned their cocks and shot up into a standing position, quickly taking a few step forwards to escape their reach.

“This has been a most entertaining spectacle,” the Widow Duchess announced, “and a very impressive introduction.”

“Thank you, your Sluttishness,” Riolta replied, and then released a multitude of cum-ropes which fell to the floor by bowing to the Widow Duchess, and her three companions followed her lead by bowing.

“Now however it is time to initiate the negotiations,” the Duchess proclaimed, “you will be taken to a more private location, where I will join you shortly.”

The Duchess then nodded at Korvac, who quickly organized a group consisting of a dozen guards, six male and six female, who formed up around the foursome of diplomats.

Thus equipped with a proper escort, Riolta and her friends left the massive hall, with Ojo and Vaino making sure to cast a few longing glances at the sultry blonde who had taken them both on before leaving the room.

As it turned out, the quartet were led to a relatively small room, although it was still larger than most of the houses in Tharros, which was dominated by the pool which filled up the room’s centre.

With its far end lacking a wall and facing an opulent garden, the room was filled by the steam which radiated from the pool. Tables and chairs made from ornately decorated metal surrounded the pool, and trays overflowing with wine and food were placed upon the tables. The room certainly did its part in reinforcing the impression that Qir was far from being a dirt-poor provincial town.

A loud squelching noise was produced as Riolta slid out of her left boot, and a quick glance revealed that the boot was filled with jizz from the orgy which she had just partaken in. Pulling off her right boot, Riolta found that it too was about half-full with balljuice, and she did nothing to protest it when a few servant girls swept in and relieved her of her footwear before leaving the room with them.

Like Riolta, the rest of the group had stripped down until they were all buck-naked, after which a throng of servants filled into the room and went on to wash the four of them clean by pouring buckets of water over them.

With all of them being reasonably clean, the four emissaries were left alone as the room was emptied of all the guards and servants.

Vaino was the first to enter the pool, descending down the wide marble stairs which led down into it, and Riolta followed in after him. She found the water to be of perfect temperature, and spent a short moment wondering whether that was due to magic or engineering before immersing herself fully in it, disappearing beneath the surface before re-emerging from under it a few moments later.

There was raised platform in the middle of the pool, and it too was loaded with wine and fruit. Upon reaching the platform, Riolta heaved herself up onto it and poured herself a cup of fine wine, while Vaino and Raya spent some time floating in the water and Ojo sat at its side, alternating between sipping down some wine and biting rich chunks from the pear which he’d picked from one of the trays.

Everyone seemed a bit taken after their audience, and so nothing was really said or done during the quarter of an hour which went by before the door to the room was entered and the Duchess entered the room, with the huge-titted blonde and Korvac coming close behind her.

“I see that you’ve settled in nicely,” the Duchess observed, and Riolta wondered how many guards were currently hidden away and ready to interfere if she or any of the others would try anything funny.

“Yes,” Raya responded, now standing with the water going up to her waist, pearls of water slowly trickling down her huge tits and firm stomach, “I daresay that we have.”
A half-dozen servant girls, all of them voluptuous and half-naked, then entered the room, and the Duchess held her arms out as the servants began to strip her off her armour.

Watching the armour being removed with peaked interest, Riolta observed that while it was normal for armour to exaggerate the physical dimensions of the person wearing it, abs being made bigger and arms made to look thicker and so on, the woman beneath this particular suit of armour turned out to mirror its proportions rather nicely, particularly when it came to her bust, which could easily rival those of the other women in the room when it came to their size, shape and firmness.

Blessed with a flat belly and discrete muscles on her arms and on her long legs, the Duchess turned out to have a very rich dark complexion, almost like copper, while her jet-black hair had a shimmering air about it.

Smitten both by the Duchess’ body and her perfectly proportioned, almost angelic, face, Riolta nonetheless felt as though something was wrong. Redmond had described the Widow Duchess to her, and unless Riolta was mistaken, he had specifically mentioned that she was a blonde.

Noting the questioning look which Riolta was giving her, the Duchess smiled softly.
“You seem concerned about something, Miss Snow?”

“Oh no…” Riolta protested weakly, “it’s nothing, your Sluttishness.”

“Actually, it’s not me whom you should address with that title,” the Duchess suggested.

“Tanya is quite correct,” the blonde woman suddenly announced, “it is I who am the Duchess of Qir.”