'Can't argue with that,' Angelo chuckled, and looked over at Marguerite with adoration in his eyes, 'She's very special.'
A group of men have been posted around the village, mostly members of MMszczuj's band, but a few of the surviving village guardsmen as well.
"Whatever, woman. Just remember, when you live the rest of your life as a noble's bastard, or when your father foists you off on some obese merchant, that you could have been a countess." He closes his eyes. Ignatia sneers at him. "What a prick."
"He always was quiet. I think he knew about me, but never brought it up. So, now you've seen the first of my secrets." She pulls a small vial. "This is a little something I've prepared for our friend Benacio. Honestly, at this point I think he would probably agree to a marriage, but this will just make him a little more affectionate, and more likely to accept." She's vague as to who Benacio is going to be marrying.
Mszczuj walk around the post, checking if everything is alright and nobody touch a beer. Later he return to his tent, to catch some sleep before next day.
"I already told you, I have no intention of living as a noble. Bastard, or otherwise. I will meet with my father, and that's that." Allune growled, before looking at Ignatia. "Make sure he's bound tight, the last thing we need is him escaping. Although, the poles want him dead. And the forest is dark, and probably crawling with those black knights. So that's where your safest." She hissed at Darius.
Olga simply nods, squeezing Ophelia's clit as the woman plays with her. Marguerite continues her subtle movements beneath the water.
Larisa had to fidget a little uncomfortably at the implication. “Is that really okay? Shouldn’t we try to set him up with someone normally if that’s what you want to do? Rather than this...date rapey potion.” That was not the correct terminology for if, but Larisa felt it was still accurate. “What’s the plan here? You already have his attention. I don’t think he’d say no if you made the suggestion.”
“Good. I quite enjoy your company, too.” Ophelia smiled and made sure the guys were not looking at them before placing a quick kiss on Olga's lips. Her fingers sped up and her thumb started teasing the girl's clit just as Olga began doing the same to her. When Marguerite got out of the bath Ophelia watched the inquisitor dry herself, enjoying the view.
Miroslava is silent for a moment, before nodding. "I suppose you're right. I'm simply too accustomed to being in complete control of a situation. As for my plan, I was thinking that a marriage between the two of you would be a useful way of linking us to our new liege. What do you think?"
Olga kisses back with passion, before the men turn their view in her direction again. Ophelia sees that Marguerite has a curvy body, nearly as busty as her own, with a round ass. The inquisitor drapes her robe over her head, but without underlayers, her curves can be seen through the elegant garment.
“W-what?” A nervous squeak escaped from Larisa’s lips. “Isn’t Olga the better choice? She’s a proper heir, after all. And yeah..we did...that. But I don’t think he has any real attachment to me.” She had generally assumed her sister had more options, but she was the logical choice. Larisa had to wonder. She always knew she’s be likely married off some day, but now that it was time for the suggestion, she wasn’t ready for it, let alone for someone who likely had way better options.
Nice body... Ophelia though as she looked at Marguerite for a few more moments, before focusing on Olga again. “We should probably hurry up and finish... bathing. Other people might want to bathe as well...” She sped up, trying to get the young girl off, while her free hand made its way to Olga's butt and began fondling it.
The young monk finished cleaning himself, 'It was nice meeting you, Ilya. I'm sure we'll see each other around.' He rose from the tub and went to dry himself off, oogling Marguerite's curves as well. @moonblack Dressed again, he turned to the others, 'Lady Olga, Lady Ophelia, it was nice meeting again, I'll leave you to your privacy.' He looked to Marguerite, 'Shall we go?'
"It was nice seeing you again, brother Angelo, sister Marguerite. I'm sure we will see each other later." Ophelia smiled and nodded at each of the two even as her hands continued teasing Olga under the water.
"Good, let's get some rest." Allune replied, and motioms for her companions to sleep. But as soon as they're far enough, she whispers to them. "I know this is over secure. But, we should take turns watching him."
"Olga is your father's trueborn daughter. I can't marry her off to anyone, as your father likely has plans to link her to someone in Russia. I'd effectively be stealing." Miroslava puts her hand on Larisa's. "You're a bastard, though. Your father would hardly object to an advantageous match for his baseborn girl." She squeezes. "Think about it. I have no children of my own, so I need someone I trust to rule Tarsowie in the future. Someone with a good marriage."
The inquisitor/succubus nods. "Yes. It could take some time to find our little...friend, so we should head out as soon as possible." She leads him outside, beginning the walk towards the trading town Angelo visited yesterday. As the oaken door shuts, Olga clings to Ophelia, letting out a loud moan."C-Close."
