'What in the world?' Angelo muttered, as he felt quite weird, looking at the idol. He shuddered, 'What is this thing?' He tucked it away, rising to find Marguerite, maybe she'd know something.
"You have good mouth." Arne said as he enjoyed it. "Now mount me, slut... and start your confession." The inquisitor said as he started toying with woman's large tits. "Leave nothing out. I want to hear the truth, and only truth - you will colour it, when you will be writing the confession." He gave her nipples a light pinch. "Tell me about your deeds, your unclean thought and desires." He slapped her tit. "And then, tell me what do you desire to do in my service." As the duchess started riding him, he thrust his hips, penetrating her womb.
The finger was the last straw. Barely managing to cover her mouth with her hand Ophelia let out a muffled scream of pleasure as her body shook in the throes of her orgasm, Felina finally bringing her over the edge. Her juices flowed out and her pussy clamped hard on the maid's finger as she kept moaning, wave after wave of pleasure passing through her body.
“Since when was I the social one?” Larisa didn’t really know what Olga seriously expected her to do. Letting out a sigh, she figured she might as well. “I’ll see what I can do. And if not...I’ll see what I can do.” Larisa purposefully left it vague what that was supposed to mean, as she began to take off in the direction of the knight.
Mszczuj keept rubbing her clint. "Your mouth say that, but your body speaking something oposite." He said and use her hairband to blindhold Eva eyes. "You will give up." Mszczuj wisperd tickling her neck by his mustache.
She begins to ride him, moaning as he tweaks her nipples. "Ah! Yes, lord." Moaning and stuttering, she begins to lay out her tale of debauchery and treason, weaving a tale of adultery with men and women alike. In addition, she spells out how she used seduction, bribery and persuasion to assemble a network of plotters aiming to unseat the king's brother, with the intention of making the unstable king Charles XI their puppet and ruling over the kingdom. As she talks, her cunt clenches tightly around him, pussy drenched in her juices.
The maid cuddles up to the noblewoman. After a moment, her eyes shoot open. "Oh! Ma'am, I forgot!" She bolts up, still naked, heading to the other side of the room and handing Ophelia a letter. "This arrived for you this morning. Please forgive me, I was so wrapped up fantasising about this meeting that the letter slipped my mind."
She finds him in the courtyard, practicing his swordsmanship with one of Kuril's men. They call an end to the bout, and the blonde knight moves to the edge of the arena, smiling at her. "Ah, hello. I failed to say hello when I saw you earlier. I'm Lukas." He gives a small bow. "How may I help you, my lady?" She notices his eyes take in her body briefly.
"Cliamxing already? We are just starting." Arne slapped her tit, making the woman's pussy clench again over his rod. "And how does the Duke of Orleans fit into that? Why he is interested in you and what he would do with you?" He asked slapping her rear. "And don't think I didn't notice how you committed your role in my service, slut." Arne would enjoy completely dominating the busty blond...
Olga may have looked up to Larisa, but she was grossly overestimating her big sister's abilities. Magically, there would be next to no issue. Socially, that was a whole other matter. It's not as if she was incapable of being friendly or sociable. She just usually avoided getting in situations with the need to. The knight seemed like a friendly enough and polite sort, anyway. "I'm Larisa. I don't particularly need anything, but I was curious what your perception of Russian hospitality is. Everyone been treating you well?"
She yelps as the inquisitor mauls her tits. "I c-cant say f-for sure, but if I were him, I, ugh! If I were him, I'd want me as a slave, so he can rule Champagne through me, i-, Oh God! SO-, AAh!" She screams out as he attacks her sensitive nipples. "H-He can't just t-take my duchy, the other nobles would never allow it, but if he can get me, mmmh, obedient to him, he would rule Orleans, Champagne and the k-king's lands, making him, God almighty!" She leans against him, spent. "W-With all that land, he'd be by far the most powerful man in F-France." She breathes heavily. "He also l-likes blondes."
He grins at her. "Well, I've been having good experiences with Russians so far. Sir Kuril is a good man, and that Olga lass is quite charming, though I haven't had the chance to speak to her much. I must ask, though, are you and Olga related, or are all Russian women so stunning?
"I see... What, are you already too tired, to continue? How many orgasms that was? Three? Four?" Arne grabs her by the hair and throws on her back, on the desk. "Now, slut," He grabs her neck and slowly penetrates her rear entrance. "Tell me what you think of me. How you perceived me at the beginning. How you see my looks, my character. And your opinion of me now." He said in a hard voice as he slowly slid his dick into her ass until his shaft diapered inside her entirely - making the blond arch, pushing her large globes up. "Be truthful, because I hate to be lied to. I will see, if you are insincere - and I will make sure to show you my displeasure." He grabbed her breast with free hand and started mauling it. "I have tools, to make it even more painful." Arne said as he started thrusting his hips.
She moans out loud when his cock enters her ass. "I-I thought you were ugly, and fat, and repulsive. I assumed you were just s-some, ooh, stupid brute, but there was a cruelty in your eye that turned me on, a-against my wishes." She rocks against his cock, her asshole even tighter than her pussy was, and clearly she derives even more pleasure from the assfucking. "N-Now, I know that you're strong, powerful. Oh, God!" She cries out. "You're my master!"
"Fat, am I?" Slap! His hand landed on her cheek. He made sure that he hit lightly, the feature was more about humiliation and domination - but he made sure there was pain in there as well. "Repulsive?" Slap! The hand landed on her other cheek. "Ugly?" Slap! After the last slap, he grabbed her throat again and squeezed. "You are right about those. You are right about cruel. But stupid brute?" He gave her throat another squeeze "We are going to spend some time in the dungeon - I hope you will be looking forward to it." He said with a promise in his voice. "So tell me, if I turned you on, what were your fantasies about me? Did you have your servants tie you, because you wanted to experience my... tender hand?" He quickened his thrusts again. The slut's ass was great! Almost as good as her pussy and mouth! Really, that harlot was a find!
"I had a dream about you pinning me to the ground in my study with that big body of yours, a-and then raping me right on the floor, fucking me relentlessly until I was just a whore for your cock, and then making me your little bitch." She groans out, her asshole feeling divine.
Arne laughed loudly. "Is that so. So I guess your wish comes true." He let go of her throat and slapped her tit. "Now, tell me, being a slave to duke would have been... preferable to being my slave, to be whored around. Why choose me?" He grabbed her by hair, palm of his hand on her cheek, his thumb right in front of her mouth.
