She finds a spacious and well adorned room, with a large bed and stained glass windows. After a few moments, her father arrives, giving her a hug and sitting down on a chair near the door. "Allune, I hear you wanted to talk with me?"
Mszczuj nod to Allune. " No any problem. Just remeber we are going to leave at dawn, so I suggest to take some sleep. " He said and hug Eva." Yes, It will be better." But now he have still dutties as leader. "Alright, let's settle watchers on the night. First will be Andrzej, secend Cezar, third myself, four..." He order to everyone by name and go to his own tent, to catch sleep before his watch will come.
"Indeed. I suppose that we could do both." Miroslava pulls up her skirt, revealing a dagger strapped to one of her long legs. She unsheathes the blade, handing it to Larisa. "Why don't you take the blood and do your illusion, and I'll raise the dead. 15 is a lot, even for me, but it might actually be better if we sent them off in waves." She begins putting the herbs in the mouths of the dead.
"Erm... yes. Well... I just thought we should. Uhm. Get to know each other?" Allune fumbled with her words, as she looked at her father.
Angelo grunted, as Sarva started to lick his whole cock with her tongue, his hand reaching to pet her head, 'Aagh~, you're good at that, Sarva.' He let Marguerite go reluctantly. The young man watched her lustfully, as she bathed herself. His arm wrapped around her and he kissed her hard. His cock hard as steel and leaking copious amounts of precum, Sarva's blood having awoken a libido he didn't know he had. As he pawed Marguerite's pale skin, he smiled, 'Ugh~, I want you in your natural forms, my lovely demonesses.'
He falls asleep, and a few hours later feels a light kick at his side, opening his eyes to see Cezar looking down at him. "Your turn, boss."
“Right..I haven’t really done much changing with the forms of people before..but..hmm...they are armoured and clothed as knights. Maybe if we just hide the wounds t make them look alive they can get the advantage of surprise on their approach.” Proceeding with the ritual and plan, Larisa began the process with her aunt to utilize rather complex magic for the time being and went to work with her spell to mask the appearances of the corpses and have them appear still living.
Mszczuj yawn and get up for sleeping roll. He put his sword on knees and sit near the fire, listening in the night. "Well, candle will show to me when my time is up." He said to himself and drink some water.
He reaches out to take her hand, beaming. "I'd like that too, my dear. Very much. I've only gotten to know you through your mother's letters, so I'm eager to talk in person. I'm sorry if I was a little blunt earlier. Much is going on right now, so I can be a little...impersonal."
Ophelia shook her head 'no'. “Sorry, bro, but I don't have any spells that could be used for setting traps. I'll try to learn some later, but right now all I can do is use my spells to attack another spot as a distraction. Did you see anything other than the cannons that's worth attacking?” She asked and made a mental note to learn some new spells, as her current selection was clearly lacking in utility. “Speaking of spells,” the noblewoman added as she got an idea “in addition to the spell I used against the bandits I also know a fire arrow one. I believe the barrel with gunpowder is within range of both, so I could hit it with a fire arrow – or two, to make certain - and blow it up. If we're lucky they won't notice where the attack came from, and if not – well, a shot from your hand cannon will give them something to think about and hopefully make them hesitant to rush us due to not knowing how many such weapons we have.” She explained her idea.
As he gropes her breasts, he sees Marguerite's skin go red, horns and tail reappearing as she grins. Looking down, Angelo sees that Sarva has transformed as well, as she takes his dick into her mouth, deep throating him effortlessly, with extreme skill. Marguerite's hand goes lower, caressing his swollen ballsack as he's sucked off. Marguerite grins. "You're such a romantic."
It takes a little work, but within a few minutes, five dead knights now stand before the two witches. The Guardian's axe made Larisa's job hard, cleaving straight through their armour, but the Russian is able to make their garb appear impeccable. Miroslava nods. "Good work, my niece."
As Mszczuj waits, he sees movement in the darkness of the courtyard. When his eyes fix on the disturbance, however, nothing's there.
"That's not such a bad plan, sis. Alright then. Wait for me to load, then fire away." He fiddles with the hand cannon, before giving her a thumbs up to note that he's ready.
Angelo kissed Marguerite's neck and licked up to her ear, as he enjoyed Sarva taking all of him, 'Ugh~, damn she's something else.' His hand went to the elder succubus' arse, while his other hand pawed her red breast and dark nipple, squeezed it and then lightly touched her tail, 'Romantic? Is it a big deal that I want you without the Human disguise?'
Larisa was impressed at her own accomplishment. But it wasn’t time to relax yet. Their combined efforts had worked well together, and they had readied a cheap and disposable unit to pick off the key pieces by surprise. “Let’s hope it’s enough.”
"I see... I understand if you're busy. These attacks on the villages must have brought in a lot of things to work out. Besides, mother never told me anything about you. She just said you were a noble, and left it at that. Which... made me believe she was lying." Allune sighed, as she sat on her bed. "Ah. Please, sit." She said, scooting over to make room... on the big bed.
As Sarva takes Angelo's cock to the hilt, Marguerite moans, her sensitive tail twitching. "Ahh. S-Some humans don't like the reminder that they're fucking a demon."
Looking through the window Ophelia aimed carefully at the barrel and waited until all the enemies seemed to be looking away from her target. When her brother gave her the thumbs up she held her breath and cast her spell. A flame in the shape of an arrow flew at the barrel at high speed, as if shot by a powerful ballista.
Allune's father happily sits next to her, a hand over her shoulder. "I'm not really the man she knew when we were together. I'm certainly not as good looking." He chuckles. "She probably didn't say much because she knew that I'd come for you some day. I promised her, the night I told her we couldn't be together any more." He gets a sad look on his face, before smiling awkwardly. "Though I did say that I'd be the one to take you away. I should never have sent men in my stead, I'm sorry for that."
