Miroslava smiles, warmly encouraging the young witch. "That's right, just a little deeper. You're a natural, my sweet." Benacio moans, his cock twitching, before adding "She's-ooh-perfect. You both are."
The chamber door opens, and she lets him inside, lighting a candle with her powers. "There's only a single bed, I'm afraid."
Not feeling like doing anything after the rather eventful day Ophelia retreated to her room and spent some time relaxing as she waited for dinner – and for what would come after it. She tried reading a random book, but couldn't focus on the text and quickly gave up on the idea, instead just lying down on her bed.
Hearing the words of encouragement, Larisa began to take it in more vigorously, still delivering a few hard squeezes with her free arm against Miroslava's clit, fingers sliding to pump into her pussy while the witch was left facing the man tasting him, her lips trailing downward across the ridges of his cock until they came to a halt, his full length driven to the very back of her throat,, the witch reflexively choking for a few moments, before breathing through her nose and loosening her mouth up to take it more easily as she slide back, letting it slip loose out her mouth, still wet with her saliva, and the witch leaving her mouth hanging wide open as she braced herself for feeling the first load from a man's cock.
'What a shame, we'll have to cuddle up real close to fit comfortably,' Angelo smiled at Marguerite, 'I can only recommend the bath, the maid gives an excellent massage as well.'
"What? Why would I be taking his place? I'm just his bastard daughter." Allune replied, as she looks at where he was pointing. "Is there a village nearby?" She asked, her hands moving to her bow.
There's a knock on the door, and Ophelia hears Felina's melodious voice. "My lady, dinner is to be served soon."
Benacio groans out. "Oh...oh, yes! So good!" Miroslava's hands roam her niece's body, plunging into the witch's tight pussy, until she feels her own orgasm approaching. As her vision grows foggy with pleasure, she tastes Benacio's seed on her tongue, an impressive load flowing down her throat. Miroslava pulls her orgasming niece away from the cock when the nobleman has finished, trading cum filled kisses as Benacio sits back, panting. "Y-You two... You're bloody amazing, you know that?" There's a knock at the door, the castellan's voice sounding through the oak. "Madam, the kitchen maids inform me that they're ready to serve at your command." Miroslava thanks him, before kissing Larisa again. "You've impressed me, my sweet. Tomorrow I'll teach you some of the secrets of Tarsowie."
"I could certainly use one, but it's a bit late tonight. I'll let the maid rest and bathe in the morning." She smiles. "So, ready for dinner? I'm guessing the food in the monastery isn't exactly great, right? Now you get to see how nobles eat, though the mistress of the castle may not be so willing to give us her best food."
He nods. "There was. Right where the smoke is coming from. Should we go around and take a detour, or check what's happening in the village?"
The horse eats hungrily, as Boleslaw begins ordering men to set up tents. The old man looks up. "Ah, Mszczuj! I was hoping that you could do a little scouting, make sure nothing bad is out there."
Ophelia stiffed a yawn as she got up and made her way to the door. Opening it she smiled at the maid. “Thank you for letting me know, Felina. Please give me a hand with my dress – I want to make sure I'll look presentable at dinner.” Despite her polite tone it wasn't really a request. I should probably get another dress so I don't go to dinner with the same clothes every time... Eh, maybe later.
Felina steps inside with an accommodating smile on her lips. "Of course, my lady." She stands ready to help Ophelia.
Mszczuj give banner to Bolesław, it was useless in the sneaking in the forest. "Sure, no problem. I will take two mens with me, if something bad happen, one will bring the news to you." He said and look around company, for men who wnet with him to teutonian camp.
With Felina's help Ophelia began taking off her clothes and then putting on her dress. “So, how did things go with brother Angelo's bath? Did you have fun?” She asked and gave the maid a knowing smirk.
"We should check it out, maybe we can at least save someone." Allune said as she points at Darius' unused horse.
The troops, a white haired old man named Andrzej and a plump noble's bastard called Cezary, are sitting by the newly created campfire, and after some groaning from Cezary, agree to head with Msczcuj. The tracker's instincts guide him well, and he and his group go quietly through the brush. Mszczuj feels a familiar scent enter his nose, and he sniffs again, quickly identifying the source, smoke. Moving a little closer, he hears screams and the clashing of swords in the distance.
'The food in the monastery isn't bad, we have our own vegetable and herb garden. Well, I already went to eat something after the bath,' Angelo said, 'I think I'll skip dinner, if that's alright.'
Felina smiles bashfully. "Let us say that the brother in Christ has been rather...gifted by the Lord. Nonetheless, though he was interested, nothing happened. Most likely for the best, I wouldn't want to upset Lady Miroslava." She grins. "Or wear myself out before my...duties tonight."
He nods, and together they ride down the trail. As they approach the village, they hear screams and the sounds of combat. Lukas suggests that Allune and he should ride into the woods bordering the village, so they can scout with a lesser chance of being spotted.
