Mszczuj decided it will enough of this and tell his men to get ready. When that servant come closer, they all will catch him. For head, arms and legs if it will be necessary.
He keeps walking down the tunnel, not even suspecting that someone else is there, until his torch illuminates Mszczuj's face. The man turns tail, but Ignatia and the men grab him, restraining his arms and legs, and gagging his mouth. He looks up at Mszczuj, terrified.
“Oof! Dammit!” Ophelia cursed as she fell down on her back, the wind knocked out of her. She had overestimated her ability to dodge the beast's body and had lost her mount as a result. The noblewoman need just a few moments to recover, then quickly got up and looked around, trying to decide what to do next.
Of course he does, wait, did he say, "Every once in a while?" Allune said out loud as she thought to herself, she pushes him back as he tried to wrap his arm around her waist. "Khh." She growled, gritting her teeth as she spoke. "Once." She clenched her fist, "I'll "accompany" you once, then you'll free Lukas, and execute Darius." She said with an intense glare.
Mszczuj smile to him and grab gently servant bread. "I must say, that I'm impresed for you. Ewen when your master is in prison for his crimes you still support him and doing your best to help him. Truely loyal, that is what I can respect. Ewen if you serve bad master, I will respect you." He move closer to him. " So, as long as you stay calm and didn't try anything stupid, we will talk as two christians shall we?" If he agree, Mszczuj will tell his men, to let him speak.
Angelo groaned and held his chest for a moment from the blow, his wound might've healed but it still stung like hell. Seeing Ophelia knocked down, he rode his horse to her side and offered her his hand, 'Get on, we can get your horse back.' He kept his gaze on Marguerite, trying to judge if she needed help against the knights.
Ophelia sees Angelo ride up, offering to let her on his horse. Angelo sees Marguerite fending off the attackers with a sword and mace, when a huge knight stabs her in the shoulder. She screams, dropping her mace, and falling off her horse.
He looks back at her. "Feisty, eh? I like it. Fine, then. Once." He begins kissing her neck. "But, if I only get you once, then we do it my way. You call me master." He reaches out, undoing the brigandine, and tweaking one of Allune's nipples through her clothes.
Mszczuj look on him seriosly. "I won't ask you to betray your master, because we made it clear you want do it. We just want to make that our friend who take visit in local basement will stay safe and health as he enter them, you get it? So, which one is cell of him? Did anyone torture him? "
“Thank you, brother Angelo,” Ophelia said gratefully as she took the monk's hand and got on the horse, behind him.
"Khh." Allune growled as he kissed her neck, while untying her brigandine. However, when she heard his condition. Her blue eyes shot open, "What! Nnh!" She exclaimed, before whimpering as he toyed with her nipple. Allune shut her eyes, forcing her rage down. Once, just this once, and everything will be okay. She said to her, while gritting her teeth and growling. "Fine."
"T-The second cell to the right. Beside Darius'. No, no one's tortured him that I know of. Darius could only afford to bribe a few of the guards. He's far from rich."
The royal begins pulling away her gamebeson and underclothes, exposing Allune's large chest. He toys with her nipples, squeezing them hard to send waves of pleasure through her body. "Say it. Say yes, master."
“The enemy of enemy is only a friend as long as there’s a threat to band you together. When the time comes, we’ll have to deal with the inquisition too....we still need them to win this here, but we can allow them to gather up some losses.”
'Hold on,' Angelo said and rode his horse towards Ophelia's, 'Hop over, quickly.' He let her get on her own horse, before he spurred his mount to rush towards Marguerite, slamming the steel mace into the helmet of the knights at full gallop.
Allune's cheeks grew red, as her upper clothes were stripped away. Shivering as his skilled fingers forced her to feel aroused. Once, you just need to do this once, and it's all done. She thought to herself, her eyes still shut as she takes a deep breath. "Y-yes... master." She said through grit teeth, as she glares at him again.
"Indeed. How deliciously pragmatic." Miroslava smiles as the battle rages. "These knights seem to be launching their counterattack. We'll wait for a few more inquisitors to perish."
