The monk heeded Marguerite's instructions, wanting to please her. He adjusted his legs a bit to get more leverage and started to thrust his hard pole inside her wet nethers with heightened speed and vigour. The increased pace and intensity would soon lead to his climax, the blissful sensation from before coming back to him slowly.
@Regin34 Mszczuj's sword shatters the ash haft of the poleaxe, and his horse sends the man reeling to the ground. Next to him, Boleslaw smashes into the bandit formation, slashing one across the face with his sword and blocking the poleaxe of another with his shield. Dobron doesn't fare as well. He kills his target, but the dead man managed to swing his axe beforehand, sending it into the skull of Dobron's horse and killing it outright. The horse falls, the squire with it. A swordsman rushes at Dobron while the young man is helpless. The short blade stabs through the rings beneath his armpit, causing the leader's swordarm to fall to his side, useless. One man rushes at the horsemen, leaving only the disabled leader and one axe wielder. The leader draws a dagger, whilst the axeman goes to cut Rhaelicca's head off. Morwenna springs forwards, her hands glowing red, and she presses her palm against the axeman's cheek. There's the sound of sizzling, as he screams and his flesh burns, throwing Morwenna off him. He raises his axe, but she's run off. The axeman has his back to Rhaelicca, as the leader comes at her with his dagger.
Only Kuril was injured in the attack, but he seems fine now that the wound has been disinfected with alcohol and fire, and bandaged. He looks to Larisa. "You were good back there. I'm impressed."
Marguerite cries out in pleasure, kissing the crook of his neck, as he feels her tunnel grow incredibly tight, and her juices flow freely. Breathlessly, she smiles. "That... That was what's called an orgasm."
“Oh.” Ophelia had the decency to blush at her sister's words. “Sorry about that, sis, we tried to be quiet, but... I guess we were not as quiet as I hoped...” She looked at Adela. “Thanks for keeping it a secret, sis. I would offer to make it up to you somehow for not letting you sleep, but... no time, so that will have to wait until I get back - I'm sure you understand. Again, I'm sorry for interrupting your rest. And thanks for helping me get dressed. Now let's see – am I forgetting something?” With Adela's help Ophelia quickly got dressed and now focused on the trip ahead of her and her brother, wanting to make sure she would not accidentally leave something behind.
"I didn't really do all that much. I'm not much of a fighter. I'm much better at supporting people who are actually capable in battle." Larisa probably played a role in things, she acknowledged, but she wouldn't be alive if it weren't for having a full squad of guards to carry her. "The succubus may or may not be an issue..but I doubt she'll wander away from her home territory to exact revenge. As far as she's aware, I can also use holy magic which will at least force her to think it over before attempting anything. I should be thanking you, as a matter of fact. I'm only alive thanks to your squad's fighting ability. That was the first real instigation I've been in. You also saved my siblings, so I do owe you a great deal." She gave a warm enough smile to Kuril while watching the fire. "It seems like a mistake that we never actually talked to each other before we actually needed to."
Angelo could not withstand the feeling. Chasing his own peak, he quickened the pace again for a moment, before he hilted himself inside her. With a groan and look of pure bliss on his face, the monk shot pulse after pulse of his virile essence inside the Inquisitor's warm core. Out of breath, with a goofy grin on his face and still with his cock inside her, Angelo looked down at Marguerite, 'Phew~. w-wow~, that was... something else. I had no idea. Is it like that every time?'
Quickly, Rhaelicca draws a Rune of Fire in the air pointed at the Axeman. Once the motion is done, the rune bursts into hot flames and etches itself into the air as it prepares to fire a blast of fire into the back of the axeman. With that finished, she turns her attention to the leader and again aims her sword strikes to target weak points in the man's armor and using the superior reach of her blade to keep out of reach of the dagger. She hopes to lure the angry man away from the Rune so that he doesn't disrupt it before it can cast its firey spell.
"He's my friend. And no, I was not imagining things. We saw a knight, wearing black armor, wandering around the forest. He gave off an odd feeling, so we went to investigate. You can check the gamekeeper's cabin tomorrow if you don't believe me." Allune replied with a frown.
The brother and sister find everything packed together onto a wagon, men at arms waiting on horses next to it. Both Ophelia and her brother find their horses there as well.
"We handled it well enough." He puts a hand on her shoulder, the touch feeling good. "How are you doing with that sting, though?"
She laughs at his grin. "No, not every time. It's only like that when both parties are good at it. Just a word of advice, though. inquisitors are sterile, so you don't have to worry about it with me, but cumming inside a girl like that is how you get her pregnant. If you don't want a bastard, I'd advise finding somewhere else to put your seed. On a girl's tits is always hot. On her face, too, if she's okay with it."
Ophelia had a quick look first at the wagon and its cargo, then at the men that would be accompanying them, and then looked at her brother. “Well, unless we're all forgetting something I'd say we're ready to go.” Ophelia got on her horse and took one final look around their home before leaving – they would not see it again for quite some time and she wanted to memorize it.
Morwenna sees what she's doing, walking backwards slowly to lure the man into the path of the rune. The leader dashes forwards, but can't get in range as Rhaelicca strikes with her sword. Eventually, he falls backwards, bleeding out, as the axeman raises his weapon to cleave into the female priest. Rhaelicca realises that the rune is ready to fire.
"Better. Just a nuisance." She dismissed it somewhat. Still feeling the itch, but able to at least suppress it and focus on the conversation. "For such weak creatures, they possess interesting enough properties that could be studied...though there's better things to focus on than what imps will attempt to breed with. I'd rather focus on expanding past my dabbling into the occult into some more potent magic, however, it's doubtful my aunt possesses a proper research department in her home for it. From what my father spoke of her, she's quite the socialite. An obviously transparent person despite her attempts to come across as a manipulative schemer, but with her money it seems she gets away with many things from simply paying out of pocket alone....I already suspect that I will not get along with the woman."
Angelo blushed, a bit embarrassed that he just went for it without thinking, 'Oh, yes... of course, I knew that.' He rolled off Marguerite, lying down beside her. He turned to her and caught her lips with his, 'I still can't believe we did that... it feels surreal.'
"Very well. If there truly is a monster, it would be best not to go there in the dark and risk an ambush." He puts the men on alert. "If what you say is true, going there was either very brave or very stupid. I was about to organise a search party, and I don't particularly want to be the one to tell your mother that you went missing in the woods at night."
Kuril nods. "I've known women like that before. I have orders to return once you get there, but I don't like the thought of leaving you with someone like that."
She kisses back. "Well, it's a long way to the baltic. There's time to do plenty more of it until it feels mundane."
