Angelo bit Marguerite's earlobe, as she stroked him and he listened to her, his cock leaking a bit of pre-cum down to her fingers, 'Hmm~. that does sound enticing.' He kept kneading her breast, always loving the feeling of her mounds in his hand, 'My fantasies? You've fulfilled all of them, really.' His other hand snaked around the brunette's back and came to her front, slowly stroking down her belly to her crotch. He started to stroke her pussy lips, 'Hmm, there was a wet dream I had some weeks ago... well, it was part nightmare part wet dream and a bit blasphemous. I went to your tent like so many evenings, but I heard moaning and screaming inside. I opened the flap and saw you being fucked by a massive Incubus. I fought and slew the beast, but you were so addled with lust, you immediate stripped me and started to ride me. As you did, your eyes and skin slowly turned red and you grew horns and a spaded tail. When you bared your fangs and went for my neck, I woke up in a cold sweat but with a painful erection.'
Having to research an entirely new way to do things that she knew nothing about, wasn’t going to be easy. “We got proof that you CAN use summoning magic, if nothing else. Needing to start from square one isn’t going to be a simple process...on the other hand, you’ve taken to it much faster than any illusions I tried to teach you. We can probably call this a stopping point for today...at least, until we can find a proper place to reliably gather without it looking strange.” Larisa did stare at the raven that perched itself along the roof. As ominous as it looked, it was defiant to Olga’s influence. “If I’m going to make a rough guess...I think it’s a lack of willingness to assert dominance. I have to assume treating animals like your friends is the better option, but more difficult to control them that way...but makes them much less likely to turn on you. The bond is magical in nature, so it is mostly a matter of will rather than verbal. If it’s anything like my own summon, it already knows what to do before it’s told. Magic is just a guiding tool.” Larisa looked to where her shadow would be, but didn’t bother calling it, still accessing the scene. “Just as a thought experiment, try to stay decisive and authoritative..” Larisa looked over the balcony and down at the inquisitor woman with the hammer loitering about in the courtyard. There was also another specific reason for Olga to use a bird on Larisa’s agenda. “...we, of course, can’t harm our guests...but are you aware this part of the world considers birds unloading to be good luck? Try and see if we can’t manage to order that bird to deliver some to our guest.” It was something of a petty act, but the closest Larisa could get away with and while not sure the bird would take to the suggestion, she had high hopes that it would.
She sees Felina's chest grow red, and the maid moans wantonly. Ophelia can tell that she's nearing orgasm.
"Haa. For now, I just want to make sure the horses are well rested." Allune said, before taking a mouthful of ale. "Ahh. Also... I don't suppose there's someone that sells arrows here, is there?"
Marguerite gasps as he gropes her, stroking him a little faster. "I like this dream of yours. Sadly, you can't catch being a succubus, so I can't fulfill the fantasy, but maybe when we visit your little friend tomorrow..."
Larisa's sister struggles with the bird, simply not being strong willed enough to dominate it, but finally, she manages. The raven takes flight, flying across the courtyard. A white drop falls from it, landing atop the belligerent inquisitor's head with a plop. She jumps, before touching her head, looking disgusted. The blonde inquisitor travelling with her turns, and begins to belly laugh, making her go red as she moves to clean herself in a trough. Olga thrusts her fist into the air, before ducking to avoid attention.
"We have a fletcher, yes. I think that he was in here just before, so he survived the attack. I can lead you to his place."
Seeing that Felina was getting close Ophelia changed her assault a little bit. As she kept fingering the maid's back door she began sucking on her clit and used her free hand to finger her snatch, slipping three fingers inside in quick succession. She kept thrusting in and out, occasionally pausing to curve her fingers inside the girl's pussy before resuming her thrusting again, trying to get Felina off.
Angelo chuckled, 'Sadly? It's fortunate that it doesn't work like that. If you had a succubus' libido in addition to your own... I'd die of dehydration.' He kept kneading her breast and inserted a finger into her wet pussy, his cock pulsing in her hand, 'You want to... with Sarva? Not that the thought doesn't excite me greatly. Is it wise to lay with a demon? They can drain you and all that.'
"Yes, please do. I have some arrows left, but I'd like to stock up... in case... we encounter those knights." Allune said, chugging the last of her ale. Before standing up, "Ahh. Let's go, Lukas will be... preoccupied for awhile." She sighed, waiting for Ignatia to lead her.
"Ooh! Nice..." Marguerite shifts around as he touches her body. "If she tried anything, I'd save you. After all, no one breaks my toys but me." She grins. "Seriously, though, if you want her, I can make sure she doesn't harm you."
“Not likely to ever be useful for battle...but satisfying enough.” Larisa bit her lip, trying not to let out a childish laugh at the petty act, before following Olga’s lead of getting out of sight, making a fast wave with her hand to het off the roof. “We better go. Lesson done for the day.”
Ophelia greedily swallowed Felina's sweet nectar, lapping up as much as she could, her tongue going back inside in search of more. Eventually, having swallowed every drop, the noblewoman pulled away and looked down at the freshly climaxed maid, a smirk on her flushed face. “Did you enjoy that, my dear?” She asked as she waited for the girl to catch her breath, wanting to give her a short break even as Ophelia's own pussy was dripping with arousal.
They head outside, into the main village, where the mound has been temporarily covered with a shroud, and people struggle to pick back up what they were doing. Ignatio leads Allune to a house/storefront, walking through the door. Allune sees arrows of various types all around, as well as tools. A bearded man looks up from his workshop at the two women. "We're closed today." He takes a better look at Allune, changing his mind. "Actually, scratch that. I'm open, but just for you, given how you helped us. How can I help?"
'You'd save me?' Angelo chuckled, 'That's sweet. Maybe you should've turned into an angel instead of a demon in my dream. I think you'd look good with white wings.' The young monk kissed her neck, 'That depends if she wants me. I'm not going to force her to do anything. And how would you keep me from harm?'
Olga giggles as they descend into the castle. "That was fun." Ilya looks at Larisa. "Did that person do something to you? You don't really do that stuff without provocation."
Felina pants, face and chest red. "You know...I did." She laughs. "That was...incredible. You've tasted many women, I assume, or are you just a natural? Men too?"
"I might serve the church, but I'm no angel." She punctuates the sentence by squeezing his cock. "She's a succubus, and you're a handsome young man who rescued her. Of course she bloody wants you." Marguerite chuckles. "As for how to protect you, I could literally just pull her off you, if she's as pale skinned as you say. Unless of course, she's faking her inexperience, in which case, I'd know that before I let her touch you."
“I'm happy to hear that,” Ophelia smirked “It's a bit of both, I believe. I've tasted some people, and I seem to be a natural – or so I have been told.” She intentionally left it vague and did not say anything about her partners. “Anyway, since you are able to talk I guess you don't need any rest. In that case I have a much better use for your mouth.” Ophelia moved forward on the bed, until her wet pussy was above Felina's face. “Time for you to return the favor...” She spoke, her voice filled with lust as she sat on the maid's face.
