Some light banter

“Quite well, thank you.” Leo placed his fork back on the plate, waiting with eating the slender piece of vegetable until he had replied to Riolta’s inquiry about his sister, “She takes after you, you know.”
“Oh my…” Riolta gasped in mocked shock and dismay.
“My poor mother’s sentiment exactly, though the rest of the family are convinced that she’ll settle down with age and a wealthy husband who can spoil her rotten.” Leo finally had time to taste his lunch.

Leaning back, a wide grin came to decorate Riolta’s face as she thought back to how she and Alexia had interacted earlier, during her unusually long affair with her brother.
“I don’t know exactly what I did to cause such an impression on your beloved sister,” Riolta teased Leo, “though I can think of quite a few things.”
“Please, let us not discuss my youngest sister’s sexuality while I’m eating. It’s not something which does much to wet my appetite.”

“Sorry,” Riolta playfully apologized, “where is your sister, by the way?”
“Oh, she’s here in Tharros, operating out of the court and causing diverse scandals, big and small, all across town. I’d tell you more about them but that would spoil her fun when you meet.” Leo flashed a brief smirk as he finished the sentence.

“What, she’s coming here?” Riolta replied, her pussy moistening as she thought back of what she and Alexia would do to one another.
“Yes, she was supposed to join me for lunch. I can only assume that she’s been delayed.”
“Did you inform her that I would be here?”

“Then she would have been here already. We share a similar taste when it comes to women. No, I felt that it might prove a valuable lesson to her if she was to miss you due to her being somewhat challenge in the field of punctuality.”
“You’re a cruel and horrid man, Leo.” Riolta’s naughty grin was a tell-tale sign that she didn’t mean it.
“Is that not how older brothers are supposed to be?” Leo returned Riolta’s mischievous expression.

Just then, the cum-in-the-pants servant returned, bringing another silver tray with him. As the man carried out great efforts to not pay any notice of Riolta, he began to deploy the contents of the tray; another plate of fine porcelain with a light and healthy meal plus a glass of pale red wine, onto the table.

“Though it would appear as though she won’t miss you completely.” Leo remarked upon the addition of another plate, a sign that his sister was soon to arrive.
“Jarvis,” Leo addressed the servant, “has my sister announced her impending arrival?”
“Yes, milord.” Was Jarvis’ solemn reply, the man soon adding; “She sent a runner to inform us that she will arrive from the baths in five minutes time.”

The courtyard, a few minutes earlier
“Thank you.” Dhara said as the hulking watchman helped her hike her tight pants up over her hips. Unsure of what else to say to a man who had just recently introduced himself to her by sodomizing her in front of a crowd, Dhara said nothing more. Normally, she would at least be properly introduced to a man before being treated to his cock thrusting up into her rearward entrance.

“Glad to be of service… ma’am.” Harold’s mind raced as he tried to remember all those things that the toffs had as a habit of saying to one another.
“Please don’t call me ma’am, it makes me feel old.” Dhara shot Harold a smile. He seemed a bit of a lug, but he was the only around that had offered to help her, putting him well ahead of all the gathered dukes and counts when it came to chivalry.

“I’m not sure if that’s even possible with how you’re looking.” Harold went on, now sounding a bit like his usual self, albeit without the curses and snarls.
“True. Old ladies rarely get showered with sperm.” Dhara’s remark made Harold’s chins burn, a sensation which he hadn’t experienced since stepping in on his mother and his umpteenth “uncle” when aged seven.
“Ehum,” Harold hacked, “that’s not really what I meant.”

“I know,” Dhara stopped speaking and spent a few seconds carefully shifting her lips before adding, “would you mind accompanying me to the baths. I feel a certain need to clean up.”
Usually, bathing wasn’t something which Harold viewed as a worthwhile activity, “dirty” wasn’t entirely based on his behaviour and language, but now he felt his heart race at the prospect of a lengthy submergence in water.

“Yes ma’am!” Harold replied with an enthusiasm that would have shocked most of his superior officers to the brink of heart attack-induced ****.