She gives a small yelp, as he slams her against the wall. "I wasn't aware you liked it so rough, Sir Mszczuj." She gives a small laugh.
Ophelia's eyebrows raised as she listened to Miroslava's explanation. “That's... quite an interesting ability – one I have not encountered before.” She made a brief pause as she considered what to say next. “Thank you for trusting me with this secret. I will be sure to keep it to myself, as this is the kind of thing that attracts unwanted attention from the inquisition. And yes, it seems like it won't help against the black knights, but that was a long shot anyway. Tell me, have your dreams revealed anything to you about the near future? Whether about me or someone else?”
'I thought we were going to have a drink?' Angelo said, 'Well, don't feel obligated to give me gifts for what happened in the forest. But, I'll accompany you, I could use some clothes.'
"Ugh... let's just finished washing the horses first." Allune groaned, "And yeah... hopefully wearing a dress is optional." She added as she scrubs her steed clean.
"Unfortunately, not recently." The blonde noblewoman shakes her head. "The most recent dream I had of the future was of two women here enjoying some time with one of the newcomers, a blonde knight, which I'm informed has come to pass. Apart from that, though, nothing. I doubt that's of any use to you?"
Lukas nods. "We'll get some clothes, and then something to drink." Ignatia pats his shoulder. "Since you're such a big spender, I'm guessing I get something too, of course?" Lukas gives a pained expression, but agrees. The group clean the horses of the blood, and give them a brushing, which they appreciate, nodding their heads along.
Mszczuj breathes like predator before prey and his body warming up. "No 'sir'! Not yet arghh." He said bite her in the neck, painfull but with desire. "I give you last warming. If I call here Eva, you will be... On lower position! It no mater what status is your outside, but inside this bedroom you will follow orders of my and Eva. You can still fall back Marguerite." He said, holding her arms up to head, in tone no joking. His cock getting erect like spear.
Once the her steed was clean, Allune gives him some feed, and water. Before taking her quivers, "I'll just store these in my room. I'll meet you guys by the gate?" She said, as she runs back to her room. Where she places her quivers, but before leaving. Allune takes her armor piercing arrows, and headless arrows with her as she runs to the gate.
"I did agree to follow your orders." She chuckles. "Deal, but you better be ready to live up to my expectations." Marguerite gives him a flirty grin.
Arne thinks hard... was the priest speaking the truth? "And here you are, enjoying a blowjob from the woman whom you condemned to death." He paused, as another idea struck him. "You loved her, have you not?" He asked as he slid one of his fingers into Hild's pussy and started thrusting it, encouraging the woman to be even more eager in her blowjob. Arne careful looked at priest's face, seeking signs of a lie.
“Not at the moment, no.” Ophelia shook her head. “Still, it's nice to know that people are enjoying themselves.” She smiled at Miroslava. “Anyway, you must be tired from the trip so I'll leave you alone for now. But please let me know if you have any dreams about the future that involve me or anyone from my family.” The noblewoman requested as she got up, ready to leave, then paused. “Unless there is anything else you wanted to talk about?”
She finds the group waiting. They head out, Angelo's horse having been brought over, and ride across the well traveled roads. After a while, they see the bustling trade town, full of people and stores of various kinds. In the town centre, there's a melee, two groups of about a dozen thugs each attacking each other with clubs and daggers.
His plan works, and Hild hilts herself on his cock, her nose rubbing against his pubes, as the priest moans out in orgasm. "YEEESSS!" He moans, pumping his seed into Hild's mouth. "God forgive me, I love her."
'What's going on now?' Angelo looked at the fight in the streets, 'We'd better... keep out of this one, I'd say.'
"If I have any more dreams about you, dear, you'll be first to know." She smiles as Ophelia gets up. "Well, talking isn't what I intended, but you've made your will clear. Enjoy your night, Ophelia."
Arne smiled. So that was the man's angle. He wanted to save the woman - naive little man. But, he guessed, he could include the priest. "Then I might have good news for you, priest." He said as he slapped Hilde's back, making the woman moan as she finished gulping the older's man sperm. "She is guilty of desecration and fraud but not witchcraft - which I cannot say for the other three. The three widows will die. But Hilde doesn't have to." Arne grabbed the woman by the hair and threw her on the table. "I could spare her... if you made her your housekeeper - she would still be branded for her crimes... but..." Arne spread her leg and nodded to Vaclav to release the priest. "Can you be strict enough to hold her leash and guide her? To control her and help her reach her redemption against her will? To punish her body and to keep her obedient?"
“You too.” Ophelia gave Miroslava a smile and a small bow, then left the room and went looking to see if there was anything else that required her attention. (Miroslava picked a bad time to try and seduce Ophelia – too soon after Ophelia enjoyed Felina's company...)
The priest nods. "I-I swear it. I won't let my feelings get in the way, I'll punish her for the evil she's committed." His cock quickly becomes hard again, and he plunges it into Hild's waiting pussy, the blonde peasant screaming in ecstasy. "I'll p-punish her!" He begins to rain down slaps, the sound reverberating across the room, her ass becomes flushed and red from the abuse.
