There's a loud clang as the weapon slams into the knight's helmet, sending him reeling away, where he's attacked by the woman with the warhammer. Marguerite stands, shanking a knight attempting to kill Angelo, before trying to get on his horse with her one useful arm. @Auraicide Larisa sees the woman with the warhammer, who insulted her, go down, killed by the mace of a black knight. Her partner rushes to her side, attacking the man in a fury.
The king's brother kisses Allune hard. "Good girl, but I'm not sure you mean it yet. Before we start in earnest, I want you to beg for it." He presses a hand on her shoulder, turning her around before he presses her face down on the bed, removing her breeches to expose her cunt. Using his fingers and tongue, he quickly brings Allune to the edge of orgasm, before pulling away. "Beg for me. Tell me who really owns this pussy." He brings her back to the edge, before stopping, over and over again, teasing her relentlessly. "Beg for your master's cock."
Angelo turned his horse around and went in for a second swing on the knight, trying to avoid the blonde inquisitor.
Mszczuj nod and look at servant. "Very well, we will come back now and will be our guest. And remeber, if you tried something stupid we will kill you. You are not noble, so your protection by laws are much weaker than your master."
"Mmph!" Allune groaned as he kissed her, failing to keep his tongue out of her mouth. And as he pulled away, and spoke. Her glare only intensified, even as he pushed her head down onto the bed. "Khh!" The busty blond growled, despite telling herself this was a one time thing, she just couldn't stand his cocky attitude. Then, as he pulled down her breeches, thinking he'd fuck her and get things over with. "Haaah!" She when she felt his tongue, and fingers on her pussy. His skilled digits finding each and everyone of her weakspots, making her knees quiver as her juices began to leak. Allune quickly felt her orgasm build up, and recalling her dream when she was made to climax repeatedly. The moment his fingers left her high and dry, "Mmmh?" Allune let out a disappointed moan. What the hell just happened? She thought to herself, before he began teasing her again. Only to remove his fingers when she was at her peak. "Nnnh... s-screw you!" She growled at him, as she felt her legs slowly give in. Allune's hand clenched, gripping the sheets tight as she breathed deeply.
Larisa felt a certain smug sense of satisfaction at her withdrawal of action meant getting the woman killed. She was unpleasant, but did she really deserve to die because of it? It was still necessary that both their forces take some casualties and she was just fated to play the role. She didn’t know if she truly believed in the idea of evil, but her actions lately were certainly starting to feel that way...and she wasn’t convinced she actually regretted them either Had she always been like this? Was she just being the person she would have been anyway if she had taken to using her magic earlier in life? Where would she be had she just went and used her powers for whatever felt like back then? Meditating it on it, would have to wait. She sounded the horn and motioned for Miroslava to finally act with their plan now having waited far longer than they should have.
Thanks to the monk Ophelia was soon back on her own horse. Not wasting any time she tried to make her back to her brother and the castle's forces.
All at once, the battle outside Tarsovie Castle ends, and turns into a slaughter. Knights, who before stayed away from the fight, turn on their brethren, charging into their midst and massacring them as they attempt to counterattack the Inquisition force. Larisa sounds her hunting horn, and the massive swine guardian bursts from the woods, carving into horses and riders, and killing a horde of lesser demons. Where once there were over a hundred attackers, now a handful of survivors wheel their horses and flee into the woods. They round a bend, and when horsemen go after them, they quickly return, reporting that the besiegers have disappeared, not even leaving any tracks. The knights are not the only ones to have suffered losses, however. The Inquisition force is utterly crushed. Not including Angelo and Marguerite, 6 Inquisitors are left alive. Ophelia notes with a hint of satisfaction that every man she led out in the attack has survived, though one of Kuril's Russians fell off his horse and was trampled, injuring him. The battlefield is suddenly silent, the only sound being that of a small grass fire left when the cannons were destroyed.
"Not quite what I want to hear, Allune. You don't get rewarded until you do what master wants." His fingers work themselves deep inside her wet gash, finding their way to her most sensitive spots as though he has a map, taking her even closer to the edge, perilously close to orgasm, before the pleasurable release is snatched away from her. Again and again he teases, and Allune feels her world contracting, gaining tunnel vision centred around her denied climax. Svitrigaila's words echo in her mind. "Just do as you're told, and I'll give you what you want. Obey your master. Beg for me."
With Allune's only sexual experience being her fingers, her childhood friend, and thst crazy dream. She was far from prepared to endure Svitrigaila's skilled fingers, deny each and every orgasm she was about to have. The busty blond began panting, unconsciously moving her hips to the same rhythm as his fingers. Trying to ride them to completion, only to be denied that much faster. Allune's legs had already given out, causing her to kneel by the bed. "P..." She was still actively trying to defy him, but her body's need for an orgasm was getting too strong. "P-please... mhhh... ma-master." She managed to say through grit teeth.
Larisa was content with the damage caused to both sides, but she suspected that they wouldn't feel the same way. Deciding it was better to keep her distance than join in any victory celebration, she gave a look to Miroslava. "I'll be getting my things today. I'm sure the Guardian won't complain if I stay with him, while we figure out a better place for me. It's better that I'm not around them anymore. At least for now."
"Good slave." He backs away for a few moments, and then she feels a large slab of meat, resting atop her ass cheeks. "Get ready for your reward." In a single thrust, he enters her sopping wet pussy. His hard cock is even bigger than Matthias' large member, and it reaches deep inside Allune, pistoning in and out of her body. Svitrigaila slaps Allune's round ass as he fucks her, the cheeks becoming red, vibrations traveling down to stimulate her clit as he thrusts deep inside.
Miroslava nods. "Very well, my sweet. It'll be a few days before I can get the peasants started on a home for you. You are welcome in the castle whenever you like, though."
Allune shuddered as she felt that thick slab of meat rest against her ass. With her fist still clenched on his sheets, the busty blond was unconsciously moving her hips from side to side in anticipation. And just like that, the moment he penetrated her. Allune's whole body convulsed, her blue eyes rolled into her skull, as she moaned. "Aaahahhn!" Her erotic cries echoed around the room, and depending on how soundproofed his room was, outside the hall as well. The busty blond squirts on his meatpole, with every slap on her ass prolonging her orgasmic bliss. Allune was at a loss, the orgasm Svitrigaila gave her was much more powerful than the ones she felt in her dream. So powerful that it almost knocked her unconscious due to the sensations that flooded her.
"I wouldn't expect anything right away...." Larisa had to think about it, staring upwards as she thought about something. "...I don't know how soon it would be possible...but maybe it's in our better interest to try bringing a few people who...share our practice, here. At most, we're essentially just four people." She didn't doubt that Olga and Illya would help, however they could, but that was far from enough to be repelling entire holy armies. "After today, there's no way the use of dark magic here can be kept a secret. Getting some experienced magic users here would be useful. Eventually...we'll even have to look at recruiting a few...but that takes time to find someone worth investing into and train their skills. And it would be easier to manage raising students after we get a few well practiced magic users alongside us. But nonetheless, even if we weaken the Inquisition, we'll still have to ultimately prepare for war."
Allune, half insensible from her orgasm, feels the king's brother turning her over, so that she lies on her back on the bed. Facing her, he fucks her relentlessly, plunging his massive rod deep inside her, leaning down to kiss her deeply, tongue dancing with hers, and massage her sensitive breasts. He pulls up to look deep in her eyes, still moving inside her. "Who owns this pussy, slave?"
Miroslava gives a disquieted look."War? We can't fight the entire Catholic church, my sweet. We stay safe by remaining in the shadows. By being discrete, and giving bribes of coin and flesh where necessary. Fighting is suicide."
When he turned her over, Allune instantly arched her back. Her eyes rolled up, while her mouth was agape as she continued to emit such erotic moans. Giving him the perfect oppurtunity to dominate her mouth. The sensations of his thick cock spreading her tight pussy open, his skilled fingers toying with her sensitive tits, and that deep kiss as their tongues wrestled. Was enough to push Allune over her peak once more, the busty blond shuddering as she squirts a second time. Though, as he asked her a question, only incoherent moans left her mouth.
"Not the entire church, of course. But it definitely wouldn't hurt if we had a few more witches on our side. Covens aren't uncommon and I'm going to guess, as strong as some may be, they know their odds are probably better together than independently. Besides, we still can't be sure the full degree of these black knights or just how large their whole army is. The holy knights need to win...but in such a way it will be too costly to turn around and hunt us later...but we also need to do enough to ensure they live that long...it's a complex puzzle, to be sure. Fighting the entire church would be ridiculous, but after they're wrapped up with the enemy, they'll be softened up a lot...we won't fight them, but the prospect of routing out an entire coven won't look attractive just coming out of a war and much more risky than hunting down one or two people on their own. Thoughts for later anyway...but we don't know how much later we will have from either side."
