“I see...” Ophelia was looking forward to seeing Adriana again, as well as possibly – hopefully – seeing her mother again. She read the letter a second time, trying to figure out when her father might arrive – hopefully they had at least a few more days.
Mszczuj didn't yet let her come, even whe was close to that by himself. "Come pagan! Say what I want to hear!" He moves his cock faster around her labia.
Arne grumbled as he looked up from his paperwork. He looked at Louise, who was now wearing her new uniform and assisting him as a scribe. Just to drive a point, legwear and nun's cloak was everything she was allowed to wear - she could not wear any underwear. The little slut accepted readily his command, eager to please. She was coming along nicely, yes. "Better not make a sound, slut." He called to Marzena, who was kneeling under his desk, blowing him. "Enter!" He called.
“Alright. If nothing else...” Larisa began to walk away to just go and explain the situation to Olga wondering how she ended up as the messenger to all of this.
"This...hmmm" She examines it. "It's clearly infused with some kind of magic, nothing nice. Let me do some research."
Her father had already travelled rather far throughout Germany when the letter was written, according to the contents. Ophelia guesses that it won't be too long.
The door opens, and Arne sees the obese figure of Cardinal Bruno enter the room, leering at Louise. Bruno, then just a bishop, had recognised Arne's talents when the inquisitor was still a young man, taking him under his wing. Thoroughly amoral, the cardinal saw a kindred spirit in the young man, raising him up through the ranks, and helping shield him from the consequences of his depravities. "Ah, duchess. Enjoying your new home?" He grins. Louise looks to Arne for permission to speak, before nodding. "Yes, your grace. My master is very...accommodating." As Marzena almost silently slups on Arne's cock, Bruno approaches the desk. "You pissed off the Duke of Orleans, kid. Even with a cardinal protecting you, it's probably time for you to take up a post outside of France. Speaking of France, you have any of that lovely wine left?"
Arne smiled seeing his old mentor. The man who made him inquisitor, after Arne extracted confession from his previous mentor, Filippa Gade. He still fondly remembered the time, when both of them fucked the fallen inquisitor, right before her execution. "Ah, Cardinal. Forgive me for not getting up, but Marzena is keeping me occupied. Please sit." He reaches for the bottle of wine and takes it out, along with two cups. "Louise, disrobe and use your mouth to keep Cardinal's sword warm." He orders. As the woman kneels in front of Arne's mentor, wearing only legwear and headwear, Arne purred both of them wine. As Louise started bobbing her head, skillfully blowing the cardinal, Arne gave him the cup. "Fuck the Duke - the Duchess was too much of a prize to let go." Not to mention, Louise kids were now firmly in the care of Cardinal Bruno's subordinates. That gave him control of her duchy. Even though they had to refuse the regent, they gained much... Arne sighted... He knew the consequences... but it was worth it. "But, I understand. Where to now? Holly Empire? Italy?" He asked, noticing that his mentor greatly enjoyed duchess' mouth.
“This changes things...” Ophelia looked at Felina, her expression serious. “Do you know if my brother also got such a letter, or was it delivered to just me?” She asked as she thought about what preparations to make before her father's arrival.
'Sure, here take it. I get shudders down my back looking at it,' Angelo said and let Marguerite do her work.
Mszczuj pushing his cock inside her, fucking her like wild dog. They both finaly explosive, Mszczuj let his sperm inside Eva and lie next to her. "Ahh... I waiting for this for long time." He said and cover bound Eva by blanket.
Bruno moans as the warm mouth of Louise moves along his length. "Ahh, Arne, you're simply too kind. I am sorry for what happened with the Duke." He drinks from his cup. "Yes... But I can certainly see your new slut's allure." He grabs the sides of her head and begins to face fuck her, the sounds of Louise gagging echoing across the room. "I... What was I talking about? Ah, yes, your relocation." Arne is quite sure that the old man's constant bouts of forgetfullness are feigned. "The cardinals are sending you to the Baltic. An Inquisition group was ambushed by a group of devil worshippers. Take it, you pompous whore!" He distracts himself, fucking Louise's throat. "Yes, the group defeated their attackers, but lost many in the process. We're sending warriors to back them up, but an Inquisition needs not just brutes, but men who can determine the truth of things, uncover the lies of pagans and heretics. Oh..." He moans as he cums down Louise's throat. the former duchess begins cleaning his cock. "As you know, the region is far from christianised fully. In charge of the group already there is a member of your order, Sister Marguerite." He leans in conspiratorially. "A little minx, if ever I met one. She's the same rank as you, but I've sent her a little missive informing her that you're someone with a bright future. She's a smart girl, and will know that you're to be treated right."
“I see...” Ophelia nodded as she considered. “Let's get dressed. After that help me find my brother – I should let him know about this. I would let the lady know as well, but she's still not back, is she.”
