Feeling the urge to look at herself wearing the armor, she makes sure her door is locked. Before removing her brigandine, and putting on the black armor.
“Hmm.” It wasn’t the best response, but the one she had. She had assumed the creature wasn’t capable of thinking, but if it was, that changed things a lot. From what she could tell, it either followed her orders by some kind of rule made by magic or because it chose to. Perhaps both. Whatever the reason, she figured if it was hostile then it would have turned on her well before now. Moving out of the light, she walked around the torch to slightly kneel and cautiously reach her hand out to touch it, only for her fingers to mostly just sink into the shadowy fur. They were slowed and she could feel some solidness..but it also wasn’t. The exact nature of it’s physical form was another mystery, but one she thought to look into later, eying the shadow beast wondering what it was thinking. It didn’t really possess the ability to speak, it seemed, but it was capable of making gestures to respond and still contained at least enough awareness to grasp what was going on. “How do you feel about following me so far?”
"How could I blame you? I'll be doing precisely the same thing." Marguerite grins, drying, dressing and heading to the library with Angelo in tow. As she sees a few pertinent tomes, the door opens, the Inquisitor and her monk follower entering the library. "Apologies for our tardiness, lady."
"And if I told you that the Duke was conspiring with the black knights? What would come first for you? Your loyalty to your liege, or your duty to your people?" She looks into his eyes.
Mszczuj look back in her eyes. "That is a realy serios accusation. I would have to see your strong proofs for that. " But Mszczuj have no doubts, that if that would be true, he will chouse his men.
As Allune puts the armour back on, looking up to see herself in the mirror, she's struck by the woman smiling back at her. She looks powerful, confident, proud, strong and, as the blonde realises with a start, sexy. The plate might cover up certain parts of her luscious body, but the tight gambeson beneath accentuates the curve of her breasts, waist and ass, and her golden locks frame a face so beautiful that it's all Allune can do not to reach out to the mirror and kiss her reflection. A flush of arousal flows through her, and she can't help but feel somewhat alone in the cold night. In an intoxicating instant, Allune sees herself once more atop the black horse, armed men kneeling before her in awe, respect and lust. She raises a fine bow in a gesture of triumph, before the vision ends, and she's back in the room by herself.
"I cannot prove it now, but when circumstances arrange for you to return to Warsaw, wait for our message, and we will show you all you need to make up your own mind."
Mszczuj was at her confussed, but only nod his head. "So, that was just a warming? Or something to make doubts betheen my liege and myself?" If that was a reason, well she made it. Mszczuj have a lot doubts now. "Our message? That mean there is more of you, so what kind of fraction do you belong? Someone oposite to Duke, that for sure he have mamy enemies."
Allune's eyes were locked on the mirror as she saw her reflection. She knew she had a body most women prayed they'd have, but with how the gambeson, and the armor emphasizing it further. The busty blond couldn't help but stare at her self, gulping as she felt herself grow aroused. But, as the vision returned of her riding a black horse. She immediately recalled her dream of watching her own mother get raped, while she prepared to kill her. Allune snapped out of her trance, "Hah!" A surprised moan escaping her lips, as she quickly removed the armor.
"You must understand, we can't just expose our hand right now. For the present, just know that we are a group of interested Poles and Lithuanians, who wish to see our new union thrive. Duke Siemowit doesn't care about the country, or its people. Whether with the Teutons or the black knights, he's willing to stab Poland in the back, to see himself on the throne." She reaches out, touching Mszczuj's chest. "You seem the honourable sort. I'm sure you'll do what's right."
Allune's hands go to the buckles of the breastplate, undoing them. Her initial impulse is to throw the black metal to the ground, but she finds herself gently putting it down in the corner. With the rest of the armour off, the rest of Allune's body is on full display under the tight gambeson, and the blonde has to take a second to just stare in a proud lust. She can't help momentarily thinking from other points of view, imagining herself looking through the eyes of Matthias or Svitrigaila, filled with lust as they ravage her perfect form, or even as Lukas, Darius and her father drive their big cocks into her fuckable little holes, despite that never having happened. She finds her hands subconsciously reaching for her nipples and clit, as the imaginary perspective shifts, and suddenly she's no longer looking through the eyes of a man, but those of a beautiful redhead. Allune imagines Ignatia overcome with lust, crawling into her room to kiss the blonde hard, her kisses trailing lower until they find her clit, and then the scene shifts one last time. She's looking through her mother's eyes, smiling at Allune over her immense cleavage. She leans forwards, planting a kiss on her daughter's full lips, before Allune moves down, beginning to suckle on the milf's nipples. Allune finds herself overwhelmed by various fantasies for a moment, each one vying to be the favourite of her lustful mind, before she snaps out of it. The blonde shakes her head to clear it, though these images are still in the back of her head, and her cunt is swollen and wet.
@moonblack Angelo nodded and smiled at Ophelia, his cheeks were flushed but it didn't seem like it was from being embarrassed, 'It's our fault, milady. We lost track of time.'
Carefully placing the black armor on the side of the room, as if it was a fragile piece of glass. Allune's eyes were once again locked on the mirror, as her body was on display even more. The only thing protecting her curvy form was the tight gambeson, and breeches she wore. She gulped, as her lustfilled mind suddenly began fantasizing about the various men she's met. Even with her father! Yet, it didn't disgust her, no, it instead engulfed her body with arousal. As she falls on her knees, while her hands groped her breasts, and pinched her clit. "Haaah!" She moaned, as her fantasy suddenly turns to Ignatia, then to her mother. Allune was engrossed with pleasuring herself that she barely realized her visions had stopped. But, when she finally snapped out of it. Allune was breathing deeply, her body felt warm. She was barely able to stop herself from continuing, but when she did. The busty blond stood up, and forced herself to sleep.
There's a knock on her door, Ignatia's voice sounding through. "Hey, Lune, are you alright in there?"
Mszczuj chuckled on that. "Siemowit maybe is a jerk and liar, but he isn't fool. He know very well his chance for getting throne was gone long ago, when he earn hatred of most Polish Nobles from Małopolska and Wielkopolska. Funny thing, that both fraction are rivals for power and wealth, but Siemowit in the end managed to unite them against him. And show me ruler who caress about country? With all respect to our King, he is Lithuanian, not Polish. " He look at her hand on his armour. " I hope so. But I'm not doing what is right because I will reward for this. I'm doing what is right, because it is right and that is enough. "
She chuckles with him. "True, Siemowit isn't stupid, but he is ambitious. Men do foolish things when they think that their birthright has been stolen." She leans in close to him. "Think on what I've said, and be ready, when you return to Warsawa." The noble begins to walk into the forest. "You'll find that we're more generous than your lord. Spend this time thinking of something you desire. When you discover the truth, and join us, we'll give it to you." She disappears into the blackness.
Ophelia waved off their apologies. “There's nothing to apologize for, it's not like we set an exact time we were supposed to be here.” She said as she looked around for a table where they could sit down and talk.
"I don't promise anything." He said knowing it wasn't full true. If Mszczuj was realy loyalty to Duke, he would call his men when he get know about proposition of treason. As he didn't done it, It mean he consider the offert. "Damit politics." He said to himself looking after Erika gone to forest. His desire? Simple, gain status of noble, with enough lands to live on there, marry nice woman and have chrildren. Mszczuj didn't need any more position or wealth, he is strong and young men, he could life on his own.
"Wha- ah. Yes, yeah, I'm fine!" Allune replied as she lay on her bed, "Uhm. Did, did you need anything?" She asked, as the sudden image of Ignatia crawling to her flash in her mind.
