"Then let me make it up to you." He rubs her clit to give her pleasure, before he thrusts forwards, breaking her hymen, and taking her virginity. Giving her a few moments to adjust to the feeling of a cock inside her, he begins to fuck her at a slow pace, hands on her clit and breasts, kissing her hard.
"Fair enough." She gets up, walking to Warsaw castle with him. The guards at the hate question Mszczuj what their business is.
"Aahn!" Allune let out a surprised moan, as he suddenly rubbed her sensitive nub. The feeling of someone other than her touching her most delicate part was foreign to the busty blond. The strange sensation barely giving her time to realize that she had been penetrated, and before she could cover her mouth with her hands. Matthias' deep kiss muffles her instead, "Mmmmh!" She moaned into his hand, as her pussy tightened around his cock.
Mszczuj speak with guards. "My name is Mszczuj from Ogrodzieniec and I serve under comands of sir Bolesław. He call me on important meeting here, after our last mission."
"Yes, thank you." Giving a quick reply, she follows along again, not yet used to the layout of the house. As comfortable as her clothes were, they weren't much for looking too impressive to prospective men. She was a little wary about Miroslava's choice in outfit, given Larisa's preference to dressing conservatively, but she wasn't going to refuse a clean outfit either, going with her to find somewhat private to get properly changed for the afternoon.
There's some checking, but they see Boleslaw's sigil on his clothing. They lead him through the castle, past a large, imposing throne room, and lavishly decorated halls, the walls and ceilings rich with illustrations. He's led to a door, and told to wait, as the guard knocks and goes inside. He comes out a few moments later. "You may enter." Inside, Mszczuj sees a large private parlour, with several tables and chairs in front of a fireplace. Inside is Boleslaw, standing next to his lord, a powerful looking man in his forties or fifties. Boleslaw says "May I introduce my friend and vassal, Mszczuj, and the lovely Eva. You two, meet his grace, Siemowit IV of the House of Piast, Duke of Masovia." The Duke sizes Mszczuj up for a few seconds, before leering at Eva. "Yes, she is lovely, isn't she, Bole?" He laughs, taking a swig of his wine. "So, you're the boy who slaughtered those Teutonic pricks? Good on you, boy. Good on you." He walks forwards and shakes Mszczuj's hand.
Kissing the hollow of her neck, Matthias begins thrusting a little faster when he feels her body become a little more accustomed to her. His hands pinch a nipple, still rubbing her clit as he fucks her with an increasing pace.
Once his mouth left hers, Allune's hands immediately moved to cover it. Muffling her moans, trying to prevent the others from figuring out what they were up to. But, as Matthias began to thrust even faster. Allune's eyes lost their focus, her body shuddering as another toe curling orgasm washes over her.
Miroslava leads the girl into her bedchamber, throwing open a large and well stocked wardrobe, heading into the back to find some older pieces. She pulls away with red, purple, yellow and green dresses, all, as Larisa feared, with a tight fit and plunging neckline, though all are of better materials than any of the dresses she had at home. "Which do you prefer? In any, I'm sure you'll drive him crazy." She caresses the fabric. "I certainly had some fun in these."
"I love you." He begins hammering inside her at a rapid pace, sucking on one of her nipples as he continues his assault on her clit, his cock reaching deep inside her, as far as it can go.
With his movements getting even faster, Allune barely had the moment to regain her composure. Her pussy clinging onto his cock, as if it was trying to milk every last drop out of him. Her erotic, yet muffled moans continued to escape her covered mouth. Tears slowly trickling out of her eyes, as she looks at Matthias with unfocused eyes.
Cock pistoning inside the beauty, Matthias finally gives a sharp moan. "I'm, I'm going to-, where do you want it?"
"W-what?" Allune kept her moans down, as she asked in confusion, she had no idea what he was talking about.
Mszczuj bow his head as he enter to Duke office. "It is my honour to meet member of Piast bloodline." He said knowing Siemowit is real politic who will use any way, to reach his target. Mszczuj shakes Duke hand back. "With Teuton's it was more their errors than my action. Their watcher were too split up, without possiblity to look after themself so it wasn't too hard sneak on them one by one." He explained.
"Ah..hmm." Larisa sorted through the variety of dresses. All of them were nice, but the vibrant colors were a little off putting to her, personally. However, she took sight of one that stood out to her. The material was thin, though still of top notch quality and it was definitely a step above what she was wearing. Satisfied with her choice, she took hold of it. "This one looks nice, thank you." Larisa looked at her choice over again...it made her laugh a little inside of her head as certain thought crossed her mind from her choice, but she did like it much better than the others one that seemed just too...there was a term for it, but she hadn't read it. Larisa looked over it, before taking a glance at her hair in the mirror. Soft and silky, but a bit of a mess. Spotting the eyeshadow and other various makeup supplies along the vanity mirror of the desk, she sat down to examine her skin and check out her face in the mirror. Actually taking into account people's apparent lust found in her appearance, she was accessing herself with a lot more thought than usual. Her opinion had changed somewhat now that she seriously considered her looks. There definitely was a certain countenance to it....if she just worked more at highlighting her features then... Her internal debating was cut off, by catching sight of her aunt still in the mirror. Larisa had to assume she'd be happy to see Larisa taking this seriously, though wasn't sure if she should ask her for help or not. "I'll try not too take long, though I think I will need a bit of time to get properly changed."
"My, ugh, my seed!" He groans, before pulling outside of her rapidly, before his cock erupts, spurting torrents of come that land all over her stomach and chest, painting her torso white.
"Ahn?" Allune let out a confused moan, as she felt something warm, and sticky land on her torso. She breathed deeply, trying to regain some composure. While her hands touch the white fluid on her body.
"You're too humble. They're a fearsome force, and you did well to slaughter them, boy. Bloody Teutons are devil spawn, even worse than that fucking pagan calling himself our king." He angrily takes a swig of his wine. Putting the goblet down, he looks again at Eva, seeing the way her robes hug her figure. "Not that all pagans are evil, my girl. Some are... exquisite." Eva smiles dutifully, knowing that responding angrily could have bad consequences for Mszczuj. "Thank you, your grace." The Duke looks back to Mszczuj. "Tell me, boy, have you ever fought demons?"
"Of course, my dear. I'll help you. Get rid of the dress you're wearing, and I'll help you with your makeup.
Mszczuj know pretty well, that Duke was realy close to become king of Poland, he was planing capture and mariage queen Jadwiga and only deline of her come to kingdom save her from that. For question about fighting demons he shake his head. " I know something about them from priest, veterans warriors and books Duke, but I never gain any personal expirence in fight with them. I know some theory about that monsters, but it never test in real life." Mszczuj suspect that answer didn't satisfate Duke, but it was better to speak true than get catch on lie later.
