'They do feel like goat horns,' Angelo chuckled and then raised an eyebrow at her reaction, 'You can feel something at the tips? What about these?' His hand went down to the touch her elongated ears, caressing along the lobe to the tip.
She gives a small moan that's equal parts erotic and adorable. "Ah! Careful, we have more erogenous zones than you humans, especially in this form."
'Really? Do Incubi react like that too if you rub their ears or horns?' The monk chuckled, before he smiled, 'Why don't you get up and into the light? So I can see you fully.'
@Regin34 "Really, you think after everything you've done I'll trust you?" Allune growled, then looks at the mustached knight, "Sir, I'd ask you don't kill him. Please. I want him to face justice for what he's done, and what he planned to do." She said to Mszczuj, "If you wish, would you like to come with us to Trakai?"
"More or less." She grins. "Want to get better aquainted with me in this form?" She stands in front of the window, the warm morning light illuminating the curves of her body.
Mszczuj point at Darius face by his sword. "To Trakai? I don't know where it is, but we have here our own task, to deal with demons which raid our villiages." He call rest of Boleslaw men and order to bound Darius. "I would pile driving him, for murder sir Bolesław. We don't have time to ride somewhere, where he could sneak away."
'I do,' Angelo smiled and admired the demoness' form for a long moment. The monk got up from the bed and went to her, 'You're gorgeous, in any form, Marguerite.' He looked her over for another moment, 'Your skin is a lovely shade of red. Horns, eyes, those curves, tail... is this an erogenous zone too?' He gently grabbed the base of her tail, and slid his hand down over the prehensile appendage.
“Oh,I'd love that!” Ophelia replied, her eyes openly roaming over the young girl's body. “Would you like to join me? I think the tub can fit us both, and it'll be easier to... talk...” She suggested seductively.
@Tjf "Yes, I would also like nothing more than to kill him. But, he's a nobleman of this country. I'm afraid if a foreigner killed him, it could spark a war." She said in a concerned tone. "I will make sure he pays for his crimes, to me, and to your fallen comrade."
Dobron walks up, as Darius is bound, still swearing and trying to bribe people. "Czuj. Boleslaw, he's still alive. I don't know for how long, though." He leads Mszczuj to the fallen body of the knight, who looks up at Mszczuj. "Mmmy b-boy." His words slur, tongue damaged by the dagger. "Ish- Yyou must llead now." He looks into the warrior's eyes. "Ddo whassht is rigght." He coughs blood, and his head falls to the side, the life gone from his eyes. Dobron puts a hand on Mszczuj's shoulder. "I-I guess you're in charge, now. About the girl, perhaps we can accompany her. Trakai Castle is where the king holds court. If this is happening on his lands, he'll want to be informed. Besides, the road those black knights took heads in that direction anyway." Lukas gets up, hand on his bloody nose, as the mustachioed Pole walks away to speak to the dying knight. "I'm sorry, Allune. I fucked up."
"You're not too bad yourse- AH!" She moans as he touches her tail. "O-Of course it is, don't torture me!"
Mszczuj whip off tears, what come to his eyes, there is no time and no place for that, he holding sir Bolesław hand as life gone for his body. "Yes Sir. I will lead, as you wish. Rest in piece." Mszczuj make cross on Boleslaw head and close his eyes. He stand up and look around sir Bolesław men. No... Now they are his men and he is responsible for them. Mszczuj look at Dobron. "You are right. Go to villiage and find some material, we have to wrap sir Bolesław body and rest of our fallen comrads. Andrzej, Cezar you will strip this murder of his armor, and put in our wagon. You will watch him and don't let him escape. Rest of you check your wounds with Eva." He look at Allune. " Fine, we will ride tougether. We will stay in this villiage for night and in the morning we will leave. "
Ilya frowns. "What about me?" Olga grins cheekily at him. "Sorry bro, I guess I'm just that much hotter than you are." She leaves her tub, water glistening down her naked body, steam billowing. "I think that that's a fantastic idea, Lady Ophelia. Brother, lock the door." Irritated, Ilya does as he's asked, as Olga lifts herself into Ophelia's tub. She sighs, steam relaxing her, before smiling. "So, what did you want to talk about?"
'Oops, sorry, I didn't mean to,' Angelo took his hand away, but hugged her from behind and kissed her shoulder, 'But just know, I don't find your real form disgusting at all. I love it.' He chuckled, ''We better get washed up and dressed, before we end up spending all day in bed.'
Ophelia gave Ilya an apologetic smile followed by a smirk. “Sorry, I don't think the tub will fit three people at once. But you get to watch two women bathing together – I've been told men like that for some reason...” She then turned her attention to Olga. “Well, how about you tell me a bit more about yourself while we wash each other?” She suggested as she reached to wash the girl's shoulders.
Her skin lightens and becomes pail, claws, tail and horns retracting. "Good idea." She kisses him, back in her human guise, and she puts on the robe with nothing underneath. "Shall we go to the baths?"
Angelo watched her transform, fascinated, 'Wow, that's really something. Can you change things about your human-form just like that too?' He returned the kiss and let her dress, 'Sure, if you want to. The bath maid might start to look at me funny with how often I show up there.' He put on the clothes he had been given by Marguerite.
"No, we both messed up. We both should have killed instead. Then none of this would have happened." Allune said as she watched the mustached knight head to the dying knight. "Now, we take him to Trakai, and tell everyone what he's done... and planned to do." She said to Lukas, while making sure Darius' binds were secured, and that he wouldn't bleed out from his wounds.
Ilya grumbles, getting back in his bath, but watching eagerly. "Oh, I'm not really that interesting of a girl." Olga smiles.
He sees her hair lighten, her frame shortening a little, and the face rearranging, until he realises that he's looking at the form of Lady Miroslava. The hair darkens, the already large breasts growing truly impressive, and now Angelo notes that Marguerite has transformed into Ophelia. The succubus grins, with the German noble's mouth. "I can change my appearance quite drastically, as you can see. "I can't transform into a man, or into a child, animal or inanimate object, but still, it's a very useful power." She transforms back into her original human visage. "I prefer this form, though. It's the closest to how I look as a succubus. Some of my kind spend too much time as other people, and start to lose themselves."
