Upon unanimous approval from the council, Koko had been granted the right to attend the Prince's Court - a place she had heard them speak of time and again. Though, she did not know what would await here there.
She trusted the Archbishop as he had not failed her yet, so she happily went along with their plans for her. Trunks and trunks of clothing, jewelery, and other frivolous things piled in her room in advance of her move, and Koko was restless as she waited for her orders. She had not cared for pretty dresses or baubles even before, but especially not now when she enjoyed being nude most of all.
Father Sylvester did make good on his promise to have her to himself for a full night, convincing the Archbishop he needs to check once more before his final recommendation to the council. This night, he seemed to be possessed as he laid her down on his bed, opening her up to gaze down at her pussy. He stared long and hard, inching a knobbly finger in and out. He seemed to be fascinated with how her pussy held on to his finger as he pumped it. With a groan, he then fell forward on top of her. Alarmed, Koko thought he passed out again until she felt his toothless gums grind against her nether lips. The sensation was pleasant enough and quite arousing but then his tongue slid forward and slid along her wet slit. Koko gasped as he clamped his mouth on her cunt, sucking her clit. Her hips jerked up at the strong pull, but his usual iron grip held her down, his nails digging into her hips as he ground against her. He was relentless as he made her climax after climax until she was sobbing in relief as he moved up her body. He had used his toothless gums against her like a weapon, holding her cunt hostage in his hot mouth, tongue and lips stroking her until she saw sparks behind her closed eyes. Rolling off her, he urged her strained body to cover him, pushing his pulsing cock into her sensitive pussy. Despite being weak from the multiple orgasms from his mouth and fingers, she dutifully moved over him, sinking on his cock over and over again until he groaned his release into her with a shout. In the early morning hours, he finally let her go with his full blessing this time, giving her a toothless grin as he leered at her. Though the puckered mouth had disgusted her at first, she now appreciated the talent and skill it hid. She was eager for him to ask for her again, knowing what she had discovered.
In preparation for her departure to join the Prince's court, the Archbishop hosted another gathering like the one she attended when she first arrived. Shuddering at what had happened to her later that night, she both anticipated and dreaded the evening. As she was getting dressed for dinner, Darryl walked into her room.
Koko was startled at the intrusion but relaxed when she saw who it was. She dismissed the maid who was helping her, stating Darryl will take over her grooming. She granted him a big smile before she turned her back, winding a pearl necklace around her neck, which hung in looping strands down to her chest. She examined her final look in the mirror. The necklace had been a gift from her favourite priest, Father Sylvester, and she was hoping he would notice how she favoured him. Perhaps he would ask for her again tonight, though she also had her eye on some others. She knew she would taste the Archbishop at least once more before she left so she was not worried about him.
Twirling around, she posed for Darryl, knowing he was burning hot for her even before he entered her bedchamber. She assumed the Archbishop had sent him here to get her down for dinner.
"You look ravishing." He whispered as his gaze snagged on her breasts. They were encased in the deep red velvet of her gown. Pearl strands looped around her neck, some of it resting on her chest, swishing back and forth as she moved.
With a growl, he pounced on her, his lips bruising her chest as he licked and sucked there. Koko gasped as he fumbled at her skirts until he grasped underneath it, pushing her drawers down around her ankles. He grasped her naked thighs as he pushed her onto the wardrobe, where he lifted her to sit.
"Oh I've missed this warmth of yours, Lady Constance. You won't deny me, will you?" He begged but didn't wait for an answer as two of his knuckles slipped inside her wet pussy and he began to finger fuck her. His mouth was hot on her neck, moving across her chest. He finally sank his tongue between her breasts before nibbling on the warm flesh. Koko sighed as she grasped his head against her chest, grinding against his fingers.
"I will never deny you, Darryl. Take me as you please." She cried out as he did just that, sinking his ready cock into her wet sheath without further ado. He took his pleasure until he nearly spent, pulling out with a cry as he panted, trying to savour the moment, for he knew she would be leaving for court soon.
With a hoarse groan he pulled her off the wardrobe only to turn her around. He pushed her down at her shoulder blades, her head resting on top of the wardrobe as she bent over. Placing her legs apart, he stood between them as his heated appendage found its way back to her core. Koko cried out as he pounded into her, screaming her release, yet he was not finished with her. Noticing the time, she tried to get up from her position - the Archbishop was waiting for her at the dining hall!
Darryl pushed her back down as he continued to slam into her, drawing out slowly each time. "Please, please Constance. Hold still." He coaxed her until she stopped resisting. Koko sighed as her pussy fluttered around for him, she was enjoying this as much as she was beginning to get nervous about her tardiness. Someone would come looking for her, surely the Archbishop would understand? Darryl had been given special permission to partake of her body as he pleased, in exchange for taking care of her so many times. This was no different from the other times. Perhaps the Archbishop had sent him here to prepare her for the night's festivities, even!
So convinced, she relaxed against the wardrobe, her breasts rubbing deliciously against the wood beneath her velvet gown. Her nipples poked through her garments, dragging against the grain and Koko felt her desire nearing it's peak.
"I see you have helped yourself once again to what does not belong to you." The Archbishop's cold voice penetrated the room.
Darryl froze in mid stroke, his dick half buried inside her, as he did not dare to turn around. Koko squirmed as she had been so close to finish, but she awaited the Archbishop for his orders. She did not want to rudely go for her pleasure while he was in the room and could give it to her himself if he so pleased.
The Archbishop grabbed Darryl's bare buttocks, and pushed him further into her pussy. Both her and Darryl cried out at the rough thrust. Kicking his feet wider apart, the Archbishop slipped two fingers in between Darryl's ass cheeks, screwing them into his asshole. Darryl did not dare move away or apart from where his pelvis ground against her bottom, even as he cried out at the intrusion.
Koko could not see everything from where she was bent over, but she saw the Archbishop take out his cock with his unoccupied hand, stroking it. She looked longingly at its strong and lean length. She thought maybe he would join her in some way, but he had finished teasing Darryl with his fingers, and now held onto his ass cheeks spreading him before spitting down the crack. Keeping Darryl's feet locked apart with his own booted feet in between them, the Archbishop rubbed his cock on the saliva, spreading the wetness into his servant's asshole. He pushed his cock forward until he was fully seated inside him, the motion rocking Koko as Darryl tumbled further into her, his cock jerking inside her. Darryl cried out, whether in pain or pleasure - Koko was not sure. She could not look at his face, but she saw part of the Archbishop's exposed hips where he had parted his robe. She saw his hips move forward in brutal thrusts even as she was moved bodily forward by his action.
She felt the liquid warmth inside her womb as Darryl climaxed inside her, his cries sounding painful. Yet he did not slip out as the Archbishop gave him no room. He set a punishing pace, slamming into Darryl in quick, strong strokes, dragging it out of him before slamming back in. The motion slammed Koko into the wardrobe each time, and she had to hold on with her hands against the edges of the furniture to prevent her head hitting the wall behind it.
She came loudly, her cries intermingling with Darryl's. Yet the Archbishop did not finish. He pulled out of Darryl, grabbing him by his tunic and yanking him out of her cunt. His cock had deflated but was still at half-mast. The Archbishop stared down coldly as he pushed Darryl down to his knees. Prying his jaw open with fingers of one hand, their Master fed his cock to Darryl inch by inch until the latter gagged and choked, tears streaming down his face. The Archbishop sank both his hands in Darryl's hair, fucking his mouth fiercely.
Koko straightened up silently, fascinated and horrified at the scene. She could not look away as she watched the Archbishop's anger fade, his face brightening as he came, jamming his cock in Darryl's throat one more time and holding it there as he spasmed. As he slowly pulled out, a string of semen and saliva connected his satiated cock and Darryl's open mouth.
"I did promise you both a swift punishment if I caught you without my permission, didn't I?" The Archbishop finally asked. He had wiped himself clean with a hand kerchief, then tucked his cock back inside the small clothes within his robes. He caressed Darryl's jaw, running a thumb over his lips, wiping the moisture around, before dipping a it inside his mouth. Darryl suckled on his thumb, taking it into his mouth. Koko watched this and thought, this probably was not the first time they had lain together. Yet she was still shocked to see them both in coitus. She would not have believed it to be true if she hasn't witnessed it herself. Even as she watched the Archbishop continue to allow Darryl to suck his thumb, his brows lowering in pleasure - she knew that look on his face as he fucked her often and well - she also watched in amazement as Darryl's cock strained up towards his belly - ready for another round.
Glancing at her, the Archbishop raised an eyebrow at her. "It seems you did not learn your lessons after all either, Constance. You both have disappointed me." Yet Koko didn't think he looked disappointed, he looked eager and a cruel smile fit his face as he turned from them both, removing his hand from Darryl's face, who seemed crestfallen at the loss.
"Straighten yourselves up, you will face your judgment, such as you have brought upon yourselves." He swept from the room, expecting them to follow. Koko rushed to follow him out, shrugging at Darryl as he tucked his fully erect cock back into the leggings he pulled up. He followed behind the two of them while still busy tying his leggings to his waist.