He nods his head. "The name of the one I know for certain is Hildegund. I was surprised that she would do such a blasphemous thing, as previously she was quite a virtuous woman, you see. When her husband was gone to war, being quite pretty, she received much attention from men, some of them quite rich or handsome, but she refused all of them, no matter what they offered her. She's strong willed and rather independently minded, perhaps too much, but before her husband's death, she never missed church." He sighs. "It's a shame that she could be manipulated like this. Hildegund has a farmstead just a small way outside of the village. When I went out to the woods, to see their ceremony with my own eyes, I saw her naked in front of the fire. They were dancing, you see, and Hildegund was the only one I got a clear look at." He looks down. "I'm no demonologist, just a mere parish priest, but I'll tell you what I know of the demons. They were in the shape and size of men, had hooves, and antlers, and gave the most horrific screech I've ever heard in my life." The priest crosses himself yet again. "There were two that I saw, though they hit me not long after I saw them. I trod on a twig and snapped it."
Mszczuj want to send it already, but his men need rest and one day won't make difference too much. "So now it is official, we are alliance." He said as he put letter to special bag and look at Marguerite. "Soo... Do you want to discuss something more? We should decided who is in charge for all our expidition, to make faster decition." He said in friendly tone, not sure if he should put his candidature on that position. On one hand, he have more mens under his comands and have expirence in leading larger groups but on other hand... Inquisitors have more knowlege in fighting against their enemy and they all take special training what made them more dangrous than any of his men.
Arne nodded. "Don't worry, I will make sure to cleanse the demonic influence." Whether they would survive it, was a different matter. As the priest left, Arne waited for the evening, then called his soldiers and hunters. He led them to Hildegund's farm and waited for her to make her move - he would follow her to the meeting place, where he would capture all of the witches - he had no time to play around. Once he captured the witch and widows and vanquished the demons - or whoever pretended to be ones, he would interrogate the women.
"I'm not entirely certain. After all, our reinforcements will be coming soon. Perhaps you can take command, but listen to my advice if we encounter demons?"
"That it will be fine by me, no obiection. So we have a deal." He said and ofert his hand to Inquisitor. "So if that is all, I will leave you to your private business." He said standing up.
"Oh, thank you ever so much. Bless you, your grace!" The priest is overjoyed. The inquisitor waits until quite late at night, before finally he sees Hildegund exit her farmstead, walking towards the treeline. Illuminated by the torch she carries, Arne sees that the priest wasn't lying. She is quite attractive. She walks into the woods, not seeing Arne due to the darkness, and walks further in. After several minutes of following her torch through the night, Arne sees a large flame in the distance, a bonfire having been lit in the clearing. There stand several other women, who Hildegund adresses. "Grita" "Lucie" "Ursula" Hildegund takes her place in front of the fire. "Ladies, there is an inquisitor in the village." There are gasps. "We must move fast. Soon, it shall be too late. Let's all drink the sacred decoction, and commune with him." She holds out a bottle of liquid. "Drink, ladies." One by one, the women inbibe the liquid, and soon, they begin to lose control of themselves, making erotic moans and tearing at their clothes. Hildegund strips as well, though she doesn't drink. "Lord Satan, come to us, give us vengeance for our slain husbands, grant us eternal beauty, and wealth beyond imagining. Give us what we desire, and we shall serve you." The intoxicated women begin to make ululating yells, fingers pinching their nipples and plunging into their wet pussies. Arne, at the edge of the clearing, sees a shape emerge behind Hildegund. It's tall, with antlers and hooves, its face a skull, and despite his better judgement, Arne for a second believes that it actually is a demon, before it walks next to Hildegund and drops a coin purse into her hand, which she accepts with a self satisfied smile. "Ladies, the servants of the dark one have arrived! Offer yourselves to them!" The intoxicated women eagerly position themselves to be fucked, Ursula and Lucie lying on their backs and spreading their legs, whilst Grita gets on her hands and knees, crawling over to kiss Lucie, whilst her drenched pussy is pointed towards the 'demon'. Two more demons leave the treeline, and the three of them move forward, advancing on the three aphrodesiac affected women. Arne gets a better look at them in the firelight. They're just men wearing animal furs and bones. To a drugged mind, they'd likely seem supernatural, but to someone sober and calm, they're obviously just in costume. They lift loincloths, exposing their cocks, while a man, in regular peasant clothes, approaches Hildegund. The two kiss and laugh at some small jest, clearly very much in love.
She shakes the hand. "Would it be possible for us to talk casually at some point, just to get to know each other? I find that it's easier to work with someone if you know them personally."
Mszczuj chuckled, pulling down his mustache. "Okey, if you want in that way, I don't see obiection to that Marguere. Since I get it is hard for you to say Mszczuj, you call me by nick name." He said smile. "I'm sure Eva, our healer will like you."
Arne shakes his head. It was somewhat waste of his time... almost. It looked that the witch wasn't involved. He walks up to the pair of lovers, quietly, his hunters behind him. As he remains unnoticed, he calls to them. "Interesting party, you have here." As the lovers spun to look at him, they quickly notice that they are surrounded - the inquisitor's additional escort now as clearly visible. "Kill those who resist. Arrest the rest - including the leaders." he gives an order, as he allows his men to take care of men and women - who are in no state or don't possess the skill to resist.
Once they were alone in her room Ophelia sat down on the bed and pulled Felina in her lap, both of them still dressed. “Groping you is a surprisingly relaxing activity...” She commented as she began fondling the maid's breast with one hand, while her other hand moved to between Felina's legs and started rubbing her slit over the fabric of her dress. “Listen to me talk and don't hesitate to interrupt me if you have something to add or to ask.” “Let's see... Father is coming, and Adriana – one of my sisters – will be coming with him. They both will need rooms, and I'd like Adriana's to be close to mine, but not right next to it. The letter leaves it ambiguous, but mother might come along,” I hope she does. Ophelia kept the thought to herself. “If she does she will need a room too. And of course, any men father brings along will need accommodations too – unfortunately the letter offers no hint how many men might come in total. I should order the guards to keep an eye out and warn me as soon as they see father's forces in the distance, so I can get the servants to prepare a proper dinner for so many people. This will also help avoid any accidents. And once father is here... we'll see what he plans to do.” Ophelia paused, trying to think of anything she was forgetting, her hand busy teasing Felina's hard nipple.
Marguerite grins. "Nickname? I'll have to think something up for you, then. Eva, huh? I'm glad to hear that."
"Hilde, run!" The peasant man draws a dagger and sprints at Arne, only to be cut down by Marzena. The blonde peasant woman gives a mournful scream, turning on her heel to escape, only to run into the arms of Vaclav, who throws the woman to the ground. The 'demons', realising that they're not dealing with some cowardly priest, but with an enemy that thoroughly outclasses them, go to run as well. They sprint away, right into Ghoa's path. They try to bludgeon the steppe woman with their wooden clubs, but she nimbly dodges, slashing their throats. The intoxicated women are by now licking and fingering each other, totally unaware of the bloodshed. Hildegund crawls, naked, to her lover's body. Shaking at it, begging for him to still be alive.
Felina moans as she's groped, but clearly takes note of what she's told, listening intently. "W-Will anyone in your father's group be requiring, ooh, company, my lady?"
"Again, thank you for your hospitality." Allune bowed as Ophelia left. Once she was alone, the busty blond heads for the courtyard.
“I... cannot say.” Ophelia kissed Felina's neck before continuing. “Until I know for sure who is coming I won't be able to make even an educated guess.” The noblewoman's groping of the maid was starting to have an effect on her, but for now she could ignore it easily. “Any other questions or ideas?”
She sees Ignatia chatting with some of the Poles. Lukas walks out, a satisfied smile on his face. "Hey, Lune."
"Y-, mngh, Your father, is he...exclusive, with your mother, or does he enjoy fruit from other trees?" Felina looks up. "He'd probably be quite well disposed to you if you had one of the maids ensure that he's satisfied." The maid nestles against Ophelia, enjoying her touch. "Forgive me if I speak out of turn, lady."
Mszczuj thinking what they could do next to know better about each other and suddenly remind himself about lesson of sir Bolesław. "So I will offert to you friendly sparing at the court outside. We will use tournament sword to keept safe and test our skills in fight. My old master used to say, words could lie but in the dance of swords men show their true side."
"Hey, Lukas." Allune replied, before noticing his smile. Which only meant he's bedded another girl, "So, what've you been up to. Aside from chasing women?"
