"Yes, I do." She leans forwards to kiss Ophelia passionately, her hands groping at her breasts and reaching down to touch her clitoris.
"Yes, upstairs there are rooms for the inquisitors, who each get a room to themselves. The rest of us camp outside."
Things go well for the next few days, until they draw close to the border with Poland. Ilya and Olga complain about sitting constantly on the carriage, and begin riding some of the fresh mounts. The next day, as the sun shines down to let Larisa know that it's noon, she looks around, noticing that Ilya and Olga are nowhere to be found.
She bucks wildly, moaning out at the pleasure, while her hands caress Rhaelicca's body. "G-Going to c... Ooh!"
Mszczuj look around the camp. "How prisoners in the night? They were calm and no one try to escape?" He drink some water from barrel.
Seeing them no longer with the group, she naturally has to stop to ask around about it. The first person to start with being Kuril who she knew the best as someone to potentially talk to, approaching him to ride side by side and strike up a conversation. There was a lot of magic she could use, but didn't really have much in the way to track someone so the next best step was just to approach people and ask what they've seen. "I haven't heard complaining in a while. Have you seen Olga and Ilya since last night?"
"Fuck...fuck...fukkin fuck!" each time she shouts f-bombs in pleasure, she jill's the catholic girl's pussy roughly with her fingers until finally a shudder of pleasure floods over Rhaelicca's body from Morwenna's fingers on her own pussy and the Scottish girl collapses against her companion and shudders with ecstasy.
"Let's go!" Allune cheered as she lead the way, looking for tracks, and keeping her ears open for any sound their prey might make.
"No, they were bound too tightly for that. They wouldn't shut up, so Pyotr, that Rus we picked up the other day, kicked one of them. They've been utter angels ever since." He offers Mszczuj a flagon. "Wine?"
Kuril's head darts around. "I saw them when we broke camp this morning, but not since." He rides his horse and asks the men. A man at arms, the same man who had joint pain, reports that he last saw the two about half an hour ago.
Ophelia eagerly returned her sister's kiss. One of her hands went to the back of Adriana's head and in her hair to keep her from pulling away while the other went down to Adriana's ass and started groping it. Ophelia moaned into the kiss when Adriana's fingers reached her clit and started teasing it, then her tongue invaded Adriana's mouth and started fencing with hers.
Pressing her head against Rhaelicca's chest to muffle the sounds of her orgasm, Morwenna clings to the Scottish girl.
Going deeper into the woods, Allune's trained ears hear the sound of hoofbeats, and at a stream a little further in, she sees a doe, drinking. Matthias nods that she can take the first shot, their system consisting of taking turns. Janina, a far inferior archer to her friends, hunts for hare, at a distance so as to not disturb Allune's prey.
Tongue still lashing with Ophelia's, Adriana pinches her sister's nipple, kneading it, as her other hand stops caressing the younger sibling's clit, instead pressing inside her cunt. Making come hither motions with her fingers, Adriana strokes Ophelia's g-spot.
Ophelia moaned some more as their tongues continued fencing. Having grown wet with arousal her slit offered no resistance to the invading finger and she moaned again when her sister started stroking her g-spot. Ophelia decided to return the favor, her hand leaving Adriana's butt and instead going between her legs. She slipped one finger inside, then a second one, and started doing what her sister was doing to her, while at the same time teasing Adriana's clit with her thumb.
While it’s going to be a delay, she gives the order to return and retrace their steps from where they were last. If they went off by themselves, it couldn’t have been that far without proper supplies and if something worse happened, thete should at least be evidence for it somewhere.
"Just feed them something, we don't get money if they starve with us. " Mszczuj take flagon and gulp one drink. "Uuu... That what I need. Did sir Bolesław wake up already? It will be better for us leave this place and put our ransom to tower. No ofence, but I prefer keeping them under roof than outside."
Allune nods at Matthias, nocking an arrow on her bow. She aims carefully, looking for an oppurtunity to shoot an artery near the doe's heart. With her experience of archery, Allune takes in account the wind before letting her arrow loose.
