Riolta makes a friend

“Well,” Raya purred out as she stepped closer to Dohar, leaving pretty much everyone in the room, including the dark-skinned dancer and the blonde seated next to Dohar, to admire how her dark, glimmering hair and heavy breasts moved and swayed in response to the movement of her legs, “it can get pretty lonely on the road sometimes…”

“Ah,” Dohar breathed out, and Riolta had to struggle to contain her satisfied laughter at how he was reacting to Raya’s boldness. Before setting out to try and catch Dohar, she and the rest of the group had discussed various scenarios which might develop and how they were to respond to them, including a sort of best-case scenario. They had all agreed that that one was quite unlikely to unfold itself, deciding it far more likely that they would have to seduce one guard at a time, but now Riolta began to suspect that they might just be able to pull it off, if they managed to cancel out Nashan’s influence over the situation, since she judged that he was the one who was really in charge, with Dohar striking her as being much too immature and vapid to come up with any sort of plot against anyone.

“I’m sure that Riolta wouldn’t mind showing you how she keeps me warm and cosy at night,” Raya added, managing to take another step towards Dohar without provoking any movement from either the guards or the bandits, though one look at Nashan told Riolta that he was becoming a bit uncomfortable with Raya’s increasing proximity to his liege.

“Yes, well, I don’t think that that’s something that my dear sister would want to see,” Dohar replied, a smug smile on his face as one hand stroked his goatee and the other came down on the left thigh of the woman next to him, who’s response to his touch was to cringe most awkwardly, though he didn’t seem to notice.

“A pity,” Raya decided, nonchalantly shrugging her shoulders and pretending as though she didn’t notice how all eyes were upon her breasts as the motion of her shoulders caused them to heave themselves upwards before sinking back down again, “the Duchess of Qir found our relationship to be most interesting.”

“You’ve been to Qir?” Dohar blurted out, his face suddenly sharpening up into an angered grimace at the mere mention of the duchess.

“Well yes,” Raya’s reply was perfectly pronounced to imply that she was suddenly becoming a bit distraught at Dohar’s sullen reaction, “she was very taken with my products, and very nearly bought up my whole stock.”

“And what sort of products are that?” Dohar now sounded as though he didn’t know whether to be interested or antagonized, and Riolta continued to view his behaviour as being very promising for their plans.

“I specialize in potions that are aimed at the enhancement of the male reproductive system,” Raya divulged, intentionally keeping her explanation as elliptical as possible to allow Riolta to make her presence known.

“Cocks, your highness,” Riolta clarified, “my mistress specializes in making cocks bigger, harder and in ensuring that they stay that way for as long as possible. Leave it up to my mistress, and she’ll make it so that you’ll stay hard for hours no matter how many times she makes you cum.”

“Really?” Dohar asked as he eyed Riolta, though she was more interested in the excited glances that his sister was sending her way, finally unfolding her legs and sliding forwards in her seat so that her pussy was thrust out over the edge of the chair, allowing Riolta to spot how the front of her tiny, sheer thong was clinging to her sex. The sight was enough to make Riolta want to saunter over to the voluptuous teen and free her of her underwear before plunging her tongue deep into her alluring honey pot, and before she knew it she had widened her stance and had slipped one hand down between her legs, a tingling sensation flowing through her body when she spotted how Dohar’s sister’s gaze became more intent and her plump lips were parted slightly in response to her using two fingers to push apart her vulva.

“You must forgive Riolta,” Raya requested of Dohar, with the archeress’ slutty behaviour being unplanned for but still something which the sorceress could use to her advantage, “but talking about hard cocks tends to get her all hot and bothered.”

“I… I see,” Dohar was much too focused on Riolta to notice how his sister was looking at her.

“She’s really rather incorrigible,” Raya said of Riolta as the latter went on to slip one finger inside her slit, with the silence of all those around her ensuring that her throaty, feminine gasp at feeling the muscles of her sex clamp down around the digit was heard by all.

“Still, returning to the matter at hand,” Raya had decided that it was best not to pay any closer attention to what Riolta was doing, thereby giving Dohar the impression that this was very much how the top-heavy brunette used to behave, “I sincerely hope that you’re not angry with me for selling my wares to the widow duchess.”

“Yes, well,” Dohar seemed unwilling to take his eyes off Riolta, whose left hand was now fondling one of her boobs while her right remained fixed between her legs, her lustful and utterly shameless behaviour meaning that she had now succeeded Raya in being at the centre of attention, “I suppose that I can’t fault you for it, though I think that you should have come to me first, rather than to that foreign trollop.”

“Oh but sire,” Raya managed to keep Dohar’s gaze from drifting back to Riolta by increasing the intensity of her sultry smile at the same as she held out her arms and thrust her ample chest forwards, “I only supplied her with a small portion of my stock.”

“Really?”

“Sire,” Nashan suddenly stepped forwards, having little trouble reading his liege’s intentions, “I can’t help but wonder if this is such a prudent course of action.”

“Nashan only wants what’s best for you,” Raya hurried to say, deciding that it might be fruitful to hurt Dohar’s pride by suggesting that others viewed him as being nannied by the older man, “and I’d be perfectly willing to arrange a little demonstration to certify that we’re neither charlatans nor assassins. Perhaps there’s someone who could volunteer?”

“Yes!” Dohar eagerly seized the opportunity that Raya had provided him with, “Nashan, fetch the prisoner.”

“Sire, perhaps you ought to reconsider…” Nashan tried, obviously frustrated at how easily Raya and Riolta had gotten Dohar under their spell and away from under his thumb.

“Nashan,” Dohar made an effort to sound as dismissive as possible, “the prisoner.”

“Yes, sire,” Nashan gave up the struggle, though Raya very much suspected that he would make an effort later to regain control of the air-headed count later on.