Rowenna is probably going to take a look at the strength for herself and then some nice trinket for her Main Squeeze Morwenna.
Felina gulps. "Lady Miroslava, well, she's a very sexual woman. She...does it... with many people. Sometimes at the same time." She gulps again, before deciding that she's already crossed the Rubicon, and might as well say more. "She and her husband" she crosses herself again, "found me in a brothel. They fucked me, and had me come with them here."
The two women pray with him, before digging into their food. Marguerite questions Angelo and Volenca about their fight with the demon.
Never one to be ashamed of nakedness, Eva allows him to strip her, before pulling away his armour. "Sounds nice. Why did you leave your home and enter Sir Boleslaw's service? Was there no room for you in your home?"
Miroslava kisses back hard. "Yes... ooh, you and I will be so very close, my dear." Her fingers enter Larisa, stroking the younger woman's g-spot.
Morwenna looks at the necklace and nods. "That's real. Most of it isn't, but that should work, unless it's a spectacularly good fake." When she sees Rhaelicca looking for a gift, she smiles. "No need for that."
Matthias smiles deviously. "Why would I pay for lessons, when I've got the finest teacher in the land already?" Janina looks confusedly between the two of them. "What lessons? What are you people learning?" She sighs. "Whatever, bloody have to be mysterious, don't you?"
“I see... Thank you for your honesty, Felina. To be honest, I already suspected that might be how they met you. But still, I appreciate that you told me yourself.” Ophelia gave the girl a warm and friendly smile. “I'm not surprised they took a liking to you – you're a beautiful young woman.” She looked the maid over, openly ogling her for a few moments. “Do not worry, I am not one to judge people for where they used to work – not all people are fortunate enough to be able to choose what they do for a living... Do you like your current job? I hope the lady is not overworking you?”
Angelo retold the events from that evening as he ate his stew, not making it too graphic but he didn't gloss over the carnage either, '... The thing would've probably gotten us if either of us was alone. I'll probably have nightmares about those countless sharp fangs for a while.'
Allune simply frowned at Matthias for acting dumb, "It's nothing. Just take care of yourselves, I'll try to bring some interesting stuff back." She replied with Janina, as she hands her friend the empty tankard. "Well... I guess this is good bye. For now at least." Allune takes a deep breath, "You two make sure our town is still in one piece when I get back." She said with a smile as she walks back to her home, waving to her friends one last time.
“Anh..I’ll need to practice a lot.” Larisa managed to speak just before gasping, feeling herself getting edged to the limits. Who had really taken control of who, wasn’t clear, but Larisa briefly let her body compress against the curvier woman as she reached to the nightstand. “But we shouldn’t keep everyone waiting for too long.” Larisa opened the drawer, unsure of what she would find, but mainly used it as an excuse to be able to spawn an illusory object without being seen doing it. Given her aunt’s tastes, she probably had tons of things she couldn’t even keep track of. Larisa made use of it to create a toy. Long slender, and smoothly carved wood. The unusual shape could only serve one purpose, and Larisa’s face turned somewhat mischievous as she lifted back up her aunt’s dress, and inserting the phantom object into the mature woman’s fold with a single slow shove, spreading out her pussy lips in combination with her other spell to give the impression of discomfort. But Larisa refrained from pulling it back, letting it rest deep inside of Miroslava’s cunt, bringing the busty blonde’s panties back fo the correct position to keep it covered up as Larisa helped the older woman correct her dress to disguise the illusory toy spreading apart her cunt underneath. “We like a lot of the same things...this should keep you ready for when we get proper alone time...if you want to.” The last part came with a slight crack in the scholar’s voice, still unused to dominating anyone, let alone another woman, but she gave Miroslava another kiss keeping the older woman’s face up against her own. Down below, Larisa gave a sudden groping to Miroslava’s crotch, bunching the older woman’s dress again and looking to confirm that her misplaced talents in illusion were working as it should.
"Of course it's not necessisary. If it was, then it wouldn't be a gift. Now shut up and pick out something you want." Rhaelicca will hold onto the necklace to purchase
Mszczuj silent for the moment letting her help undress him. "Well, you get it. My father have three legal sons and there is no option for me to get my part of his legacy. I realy don't want to fight with my brothers so I have two choise. Become priest or ofert my service as warrior. As much as I love God, Jezus and my faith, I'm not going to sacrifice my freedom and being tied to one temple. And I don't escape, I made good bye with all of them and ewen my oldest brother promoted me to sir Bolesław. " He kick off his branches. " And here I'm"
She smiles at the compliment, before nodding. "Lady Miroslava isn't kind, but she's fair. And when the old Lord of Wilno came to visit, she'd share the workload." She grins nervously.
Miroslaa moans out. "Ah, I shall... treasure my gift. Now, let's get our dresses on." Illusory dildo still inside her, Miroslava picks out an elegant red gown, also low cut, as seemingly all her clothes are. "So, can I take it that you'll aid your poor aunt in keeping her liege on side?"
Marguerite nods. "Yes, but you can also take pride in the accomplishment. Few monks would have been able to do what you two did." Volenca says "Pride is a sin, but I'll take the compliment nonetheless." The redhead yawns. "Thanks for dinner, I'm going to head off to my tent. Walk me back, Angelo?"
"We will." They hug her deeply, Matthias kissing her while Janina's distracted by a brawl, before they let her go, waving back. Returning to her house, Allune sees the men at arms waiting out front on their horses, her own steed already saddled up. Her mother rushes to her when she sees her, wrapping her up in a large hug. "I'll miss you."
Morwenna smiles beside herself, and picks out a necklace of her own. At the counter, an elderly man says "That will be 500 groszy, my dears."
“The old lord of Wilno? So you've met him? What was he like?” Ophelia asked. It wasn't the question she had planned to ask, but the mention of the old lord had gotten her curious.
