She turns him around. "Look at me. My old master once said that where a monk's life is sacrifice, an inquisitor's is compromise. Remember what I said about inquisitors going crazy? How are you going to fight off the supernatural wiles of a succubus, if you've never been with a woman?" She kisses him, hand stroking him through his robe.
"I-I adore it!" She clamps her hand hard around her mouth, as her pussy becomes drenched in her juices, signalling her orgasm. Adriana collapses to the bed, breathing heavily in post-orgasmic bliss.
Angelo gulped, after Marguerite turned him around, he looked down at her lush curves. He wrested his eyes from her breasts, as she asked him, 'F-Faith in the Lo--Mrmmgh~.' She cut him off with her kiss. He was stunned for the moment, his hands not doing anything, as she kissed him. Her stroking over the coarse robe caused him to grow larger, suggesting to the Inquisitor that the Lord had blessed the young monk in the lower regions.
Ophelia pulled her fingers out of her sister's holes and slowly licked them clean one at a time, enjoying the taste. She waited for a minute for Adriana to catch her breath before speaking to her. “Looks like you enjoyed that, sis. I did as well - I hope we'll get to do it again later, after I get back... But for now I want to know how you feel. Are you tired? Because if not, there's one last thing I want to try tonight. If that's alright with you, then lie on your right side and lift you left leg up in the air – I'll do the rest...” Ophelia instructed and waited to see if Adriana would play along, or if she was too tired for it.
Larisa's greatest talent was the fact she wasn't really much of a witch or spell caster. Just her ability to make people think she was. It's true that demons are no trivial task, and in a straight fight, the researcher of the arcane only knew about theories on killing monsters without any practical experience. However... She reached into her robe as if pulling out some last minute weapon against the demon. In actuality, this was more or less the reverse of the situation from "healing" the soldier from before. Instead of a rune to heal, underneath her clothes she shaped the light into taking on the appearance of a glowing amulet in the shape of the sun. It looked like some holy artificial, that was enough. It would force the demon to give some pause and possibly psychosomatically cause harm. However, to sell it, it was followed by another spell. "The light will cleanse!" Shouting some vague exorcist sounding threats, the words weren't as important as her second spell. Well it looked like she was holding the amulet out and it was the cause, in actuality, her fingers were jutted in the formation for another dark technique Phantom Pain. Mentally harming someone into believing the pain is real. A powerful move in the right circumstances and one that happened to combine well with her ability to also create things that weren't there. The spell attacked at the succubus's mind to tear away at it, giving off the impression it was caused by some sort of great holy fire from the non existent amulet trying to purge the creature of darkness. While she might have been bluffing about the source, the pain from it was very real.
She smiles. "Nice, I invited you up here because you're pretty, but it seems like you're well equipped too." She kisses him again, stroking him faster through the robe. "Get that off."
"Ha. Ha." Allune lets out a mocking laugh, "Come on, before the watchman sobers up." She said as she heads back to where the doe was.
As predicted, the imaginary light seems to burn the succubus with placebo flames, and rather than continue the attack, she sprints away with unnatural speed into the tree line. Kuril groans as he stands up, and the rest of the men arrive. Ilya, hand covering most of his still wet cock, looks both confused and mortified with embarrassment.
"Maybe, but do you really want to risk it?" Allune replied with a grin, "Let's go, maybe we can encounter a hare on the way back. Hehe." She added, while looking at Janina.
While allowing the enemy to escape is of great annoyance, she makes the quick order to stay grouped up rather than pursue into some potential for a trap. The succubus likely lived here and knew these woods. They were looking for an easy meal and had been taken off guard. It would be much harder to actual make a proper attack directly into her home. That left Larisa to stare at her brother and try to ignore the fact she could see everything on display. He was used to gawking at others, but obviously not at being stared at. But any time to bring up a proper conversation had to be cut off. "Olga. Where is she?"
Ophelia returned her sister's lustful look as she got on the bed, on the opposite side. With only a bit of maneuvering she got them in the position she had in mind, their wet pussies kissing each other. “Some call this scissoring. This way we can cum together, at the same time.” Ophelia explained as she wasted no time and started rubbing her pussy against her sister's. After playing with Adriana's butt she had gotten quite aroused and it would not be long before she reached her next climax – or so she hoped.
Angelo blushed and chuckled, 'I, uh, thanks?' Not really believing he was doing this, and with such a gorgeous woman as well, pulled the baggy robes over his head, baring his slim but moderately toned body to Marguerite, before he pulled down his underclothes. The young monk's generously-sized pole jutted out towards Marguerite from an unkempt mane of light hair. His blue eyes roamed her naked form, clearly liking what he saw. He mumbled a half-heard prayer, asking the Lord to forgive him for his lust.
The merchant's daughter sticks her tongue out as they begin to walk back. Matthias and Allune hear it first, the former shushing Janina, who had been chattering loudly. The sound of footsteps through the brush. Crouching behind a fallen tree, Matthias whispers "It must be the gamekeeper!" As Allune peeks up, however, she sees that that's not the case, not by a longshot. The figure striding through the forest is not the old, balding drunk she's come to know, but a warrior in armour. He's clad almost entirely in black, with a greathelm and mail. Over the dark mail is a black surcoat, upon which is emblazoned a crimson cross. The warrior sheathes a red sword, and walks away from the trio. It could be a trick of her eyes, but Allune swears that the dim light from the fading sun grows even darker, as he away, almost as if his armour was absorbing the light. Then, it looks for a moment like the cross shines. The warrior mounts a horse, and rides off, soon disappearing from sight. "That was wierd." Janina murmurs, Matthias nodding as he picks the doe back up. "Maybe we should pick up the pace back home." Allune can't help but feel uneasy.
A Adriana quickly gets used to the sensation, rubbing her cunt vigorously against her sister's, a hand reaching out to squeeze Ophelia's as she moans.
Allune couldn't help but instinctively place a hand on an arrow, while her other readied her bow. On the off chance the black knight approached them, she would be prepared to shoot him... But luckily, he left before any of that happened. Yet, Allune felt uneasy. An odd feeling she didn't experience much, which made her try to see what the state of spirirts were. "Yeah, come on, let's go before he decides to return."
Rallying the men and collecting her idiot brother, they are left to pursue deeper into the woods with Larisa only left to suspect some sort of demon behind it. It wouldn't be an easy task to properly kill one in a straight battle. Rushing headfirst would be a problem, but there wasn't time to plan too carefully, though Larisa took a brief moment to rot away some of the bark on a few trees, leaving them with decayed and deformed markings as a land mark to help navigate, periodically doing the same to a few other trees and plants ensuring that it would at least be possible to find their way out as they continued going into the darker and denser underbrush.
The inquisitor ignores the prayer, more interested in the bit of meat before her. She sinks to her knees in front of him, and leans forward. Her tongue touches his cock, circling around the tip, before travelling south to slather around his ballsack, travelling back up to give a long, lingering lick along his length.
