Angelo looked in awe, as Marguerite started to change shape several times, 'Lord in Heaven, no wonder the books said it was very difficult to tell a transformed succubus from a human. Indeed, that would be very useful.' He smiled, 'You're right... it looks the same as your native form, but without the demonic features. I prefer this human form too, it's... you... and not somebody else.' He grabbed her hand and squezzed, before letting go, 'Shall we head out?'
"Let's go." The inquisitor leads him through the castle, before reaching the baths. She goes to open the door, but finds it locked. @moonblack Ophelia hears the voice of the inquisitor woman she had dinner with last night. "Hello, is anyone in there? We'd like to take a bath."
Darius has his armour removed, his wound bound by a redheaded pagan druid named Eva, and is tied up and put under guard. The Poles and villagers begin looting the bodies of the Lithuanian warriors, while Boleslaw is buried in the churchyard with the many other people slain today. Dobron puts a hand on Mszczuj's shoulder. "We'll find a priest for him, to come back here and say a few words over his grave." Ignatia and Lukas help Allune prepare for the journey, the former approaching the blonde with a brigandine chest piece. "I think that this is your size, if you want it." The sun goes down, as the work is finished, leaving the village in darkness.
“I think you sell yourself short, my dear.” Ophelia smiled back as she kept washing Olga, her hands roaming all over the girl's body, but focusing a bit too much on her bust. “How do you like it here? Do you get along fine with your aunt? The inquisitors are not causing you trouble, are they? I've heard that some of them can be... difficult to deal with...” She asked as her hands briefly went down to Olga's butt followed by the inside of her thighs before going back up to her chest. Just then Ophelia heard Marguerite's voice form outside the baths. “Oops. Guess other people too want to take a bath. Sorry about this, Ilya, but would you be a good boy and let them in?” She asked with an apologetic smile as she moved her hands to not be anywhere inappropriate on Olga's body.
Mszczuj stand near to fresh grave of sir Bolesław, holding his leader's sword what was left after him. When that mission will be over, he will has to go back to Boleslaw wife and bring old knight armor and weapon. Mszczuj will look in her eyes and tell her about her husband death. God, give him strenght to do it right. "Old men... I don't understand why our Lord take you away. We still need your guidelead..." His tears dropped down, as he stand long time, until get dark.
"Ah, thank you." Allune said, taking the chest piece. "It's getting late, you think we should rest here?" She asked both of her companions, "I think we can camp out here, keep watch of Darius. What do you two think?"
She lets out a little moan. "I-It's nice here, but my Aunt doesn't seem to care for us. She treats Larisa, our bastard sister, like the daughter she never had, and has barely spoken a word to us." She looks at Ophelia. "Not that I have anything against Larisa. We both love her dearly, but we're unsure what we've done to offend Lady Miroslava." She sighs as her butt is caressed. "I-I have not had any interactions with the Inquisitors, but one of them disrespected Larisa. We showed her though." She giggles. "We-" She's cut off by Marguerite. @unisol_gr44 Ilya puts on a towel, and unlocks the door, opening it and allowing Marguerite and Angelo inside. The monk sees Ophelia and Olga together in the same bathtub, though not touching, as Marguerite grins, takes off her robe to reveal her naked body, and gets inside a steaming tub.
The beautiful redhead Allune was with, who introduced herself as Ignatia, approaches Mszczuj. She puts a hand on his shoulder to gain his attention, before her arms go around him in an embrace when she sees his tears. "Hey, it's alright. He's in heaven now." Her voice is soothing. "I was just wondering if you wanted a share of the Lithuanian's loot?" Ignatia leaves to speak to Mszczuj, but Lukas nods in agreement. "Good idea. I think it would be best to keep him here where everyone can see him." He's tied to a signpost in the middle of the village, as the rest of Boleslaw's 20 man company arrives, setting up camp in the square, as the tavern can't fit them all.
“Good morning, brother Angelo, sister Marguerite, sleep well?” Ophelia greeted the pair with a smile as she resumed washing Olga, her hands making their way back under the water's surface, though staying on the outside of Olga's thighs... for now, that is...
Mszczuj in first moment didn't hear her voice. He was too deep in his thoughts about his leader. "Yes, I know he is. But it didn't make pain less." He whip his tears. "Damit, I'm terible soldier. I get bound too hard to people and that what happen later." He said and turn around to Ignatia. "I will take armor of that murder, if it will fit me."
'Oh, hello, it's busy today,' Angelo remarked, 'It's good to see you again, Lady Ophelia. Yes, I slept well. Overslept quite a bit, to be honest,' He chuckled, 'We seem to run into each other here frequently.' He raised an eyebrow, that she was squeezing into the tub with the other girl, while there were free tubs available. He then looked to the young man and the girl in the tub with Ophelia, 'I don't think we've met. I'm Angelo from Mantua and this is sister Marguerite. Are you guests of Lady Miroslava as well?' The young monk looked around the room for a tub of his own, while making conversation and disrobing, revealing his toned body and flaccid penis.
Olga gives a nervous smile, her own hand reaching around to touch Ophelia's leg under the water. She looks at Angelo's cock for a moment, before tearing her eyes away, as the monk catches the young man sneaking a peek at Marguerite. Olga looks up at Angelo's face. "We're relatives of Lady Miroslava. I'm Olga, and this is Ilya. I think you met our older sister, Larisa?"
"You care about people, so your men will want to follow you. You'll be a fine leader, I can already tell." Mszczuj sees Eva approach. "Indeed, I agree." The druid walks up, hugging him, as Ignatia gathers up the armour. She places the breastplate over Mszczuj's chest, realising that it does fit, before handing him the armour. "The leg armour doesn't seem to fit, but the breast and shoulder plates are good."
Angelo smiled at Olga, 'Ah, yes, Larisa, I have met her. She's quite a handful. And now I do see the family resemblance. Pleasure to meet you both.' The monk got in a tub and relaxed, washing off the grime and dried juices from their activities in the night. He looked to Ilya next to him, 'Quite a sight, huh? Three beautiful women bathing. Well, one of them is your sister, but... y'know.'
Ophelia let Olga do the talking for now and just watched the pair disrobe. When she felt Olga's hand on her leg she moved her own hands to the inside of Olga's thighs, her fingers briefly brushing against the girl's nether lips before moving away.
Ilya smiles and speaks, his accent stronger than Larisa's, and his mastery of German weaker, but still comprehensible. "Yes, quite a sight, though I have seen my sister before, of course. While bathing, I mean." Olga inhales sharply, before her hand reaches around to squeeze Ophelia's ass.
Ophelia smirked at Olga's reaction and continued to wash the inside of the girl's thighs, her fingers brushing against Olga's lower lips and occasionally rubbing her clit. She shifted in the water a bit to make it easier to the girl's hand to grope her ass.
"Yeah, let's just rest for now. Hopefully those black knights don't return." Allune sighed, looking at the bound old man. "Anyway, don't you need to go get your nose checked?" She points at his broken nose.
"Most studies on things like truth drugs can generally be summarized as "bullshit that doesn't really work." It carries an affect mostly similar to alcohol. Making people more chatty, but not really going to guarantee the truth. Though I suppose those typical drugs don't involve magical enhancements to help them along." Larisa frowned and shook her head. "Truth be told, I'm seriously weak. It's beyond my power to heal anything. All I did was make him think I did." Taking a step closer, looking more fascinated by all the different kinds of equipment lying about, the witch fought back her excitement to just touch everything in sight. "I haven't been keep as low of a profile as I liked. That little incident in the woods forced me to use some questionable magic directly in front of Ophelia and some inquisitor...he seems like the naive type however and as far as I can tell, he hasn't mentioned it to any of the ones here. Ophelia seems...too preoccupied with her other concerns to care what other people are up to. Nobody will care about the lives of some bandits, but then the inquisitor wasn't even willing to finish them off properly. He's going to live to tell about it...I suppose this is why nice people don't do well in the army. I'm not crazy about the breed of holy warriors, but they do need a certain level of ruthlessness to carry out justice. They should just be targeting actually evil people." Larisa shook her head. "A single bandit living to talk isn't the end of the world...he needs to find people who will believe he saw what he thought he saw and even the stupidest peasants have trouble taking coward types like that seriously...still...I've probably been showing too much in public."
