She has to pause for a moment to think about what Miroslava is trying to imply. "Ehm..you want me to..?" The faint color of blush returning to her face . On the one hand, her aunt was praising her for getting along with them. But she expected her to...do that. As masochistic as she might have been privately, it was embarrassing to actually talk about. "But I never even..." Larisa made something a protest. She knew that people really ate up the idea of taking someone's virginity, using it like a fine prize, though Larisa still had some strong doubts. "What do I even do?"
'Thank you, Inquisitor, losing family is bad enough, I think,' Angelo said, returning to Volenca, 'There's nothing we can do for the others, we best ride back to camp.' After they returned to the horses, he helped her up in the saddle again and climbed up too.
“I'm happy to hear that, my dear.” Ophelia replied, ignoring the boys' reactions. “As fun as talking to you is, the water is getting cold, so we should probably get out. Besides, your aunt invited us to dinner – we should not keep her unnecessarily.” She slowly got up and out of the tub, then began slowly getting dressed, pretending not to notice the stares she was getting.
"You've never?" She smiles. "Even better. If you're truly hung up about it, you needn't fuck him, but I do expect that you'll pleasure him. He's attracted to us both, and I intend to give him both of us. Perhaps he'd even take one of us as a wife, though I doubt it. He's a lord's son, and I'm too old, and you're a bastard. Still, with both of us, I'm sure that the young man will be telling his father exactly what we want the old man to hear."
It's dusk by the time they return. Volenca smiles at him, having recovered a little. "You did a noble thing, Angelo. Good on you for turning down those goods." She kisses his cheek.
"Good point, I am chilee." Olga leaves the bath and dries off, Ilya and Benacio soon following. "I look forwardz to deener." She smiles, as the men leave.
First she was relieved at hearing she didn’t need to go that far, but it was short lived as the older woman finished. The blush worsened at what she was hearing. “Both of us...together?” She took another look over Miroslava’s body. Older and more mature, and curvier. She seemed way more impressive for her age, but Larisa tried not to let her gaze linger too hard. She had never really thought much about other women sexually and the proposition was something she had to ponder. “Olga is at that age and a proper noble..but she would be better off making ties in Russia once she can return. She’ll have a lot of options.” Larisa wasn’t crazy about the possibility of ending up with a threesome with her own aunt, but she still found herself transfixed by the blonde’s curves.
Angelo blushed a little at the praise and kiss, 'It was the right thing to do. Are you feeling better?'
Mirolslava feels her niece's gaze on her body and smiles seductively. She caresses Larisa's cheek. "I see that the idea isn't exactly repellent to you." She grins, drawing Larisa in closer. "You're a beautiful girl, my sweet, but for some reason you choose not to believe it. If you only accepted how desirable you are, you could have great things."
'I'm glad, wouldn't want you to get hurt for me volunteering,' Angelo said and hopped off the horse, helping Volenca down as well, 'I think I really ought to ask the Inquisitor to teach me some skills, that fight was far too evenly matched for comfort and it was only one of those hounds.'
Larisa has to tense a little at the too close for comfort touch. Their faces being drawn in so close, inching towards that they may end up touching, but stopping before it got to that stage. Kuril had tried the same kind of approach before, but he was under her family’s employ. She never saw it as genuine. Hearing it from her own aunt was definitely odd, but somehow felt believable when she heard it. “Ah..” She paused again, taking a little while to slip away from her aunt’s touch, trying to think kf any excuse before it went too far. “Should I change into something else for dinner?”
“So do I,” Ophelia replied as she finished drying herself and started putting her clothes on. “Hmm, I should probably find the room I have been given and change into something more suitable for dinner.” She realized as she finished getting dressed, then looked at Olga. “I guess I'll see you at dinner, my dear. I look forward to it...” She licked her lips as unashamedly ogled the young girl, before finally leaving the bath and trying to find a maid to help her get around the unfamiliar place.
Rhaelicca turns to her companion, "So ah...we're looking for a Rudolph of Luxembourg so that I can work for him. Will we find him in the castle? Or elsewhere?"
"Mm." Allune moaned as she felt his cock rub against her still moist crotch. "E-enough flirting, don't think you're off the hook for hiring a whore." She frowns at him, with her cheeks flushed with arousal. Allune could feel her heart start to pound in her chest, as she's about to lose her virginity.
Mszczuj eat all soup with her, It was tastly but not masterpiece if someone ask him. "It look like it is time for us, to go back to castle my dear. Better not be late when it is meeting with Duke." He said and paid for their meal to innkeeper and leave tavern with Eva
"You did very well. You were very heroic." She grins. "Honestly, though, you maybe should get some combat training. Maybe a weapon, too."
Miroslava smiles knowingly, but doesn't press the issue. "Yes, your dress is nice, but it's dirty from the road. Follow me, my body was much like yours when I was younger. I'll find something for you."
The pretty maid who was serving Ilya and Olga before is sweeping up in the hall. She leads Ophelia upstairs, into a large bedchamber, well furnished and clean. "M'lady had me make sure that you were comfortable. I hope the room meets your standards."
She nods. "Yeah, he's in the castle, with the Duke. A word of warning, though. Rudolph is... Well, he's related to the kings of Bohemia and Hungary, and he has tendency not to shut up about it. Try not to get so bored that you throw yourself out a window." Morwenna grins.
