Mszczuj take one of Marguerite breast and massage her. "Eva, let's make change of places. Take off your clothes and put on yourself Marguerite part of uniform. To leave your pussy and ass still visible for others and your breast barely covered. We will make her to confess all her secrets like Inquisition." He said smiling and massage area around Inquisitor pussy.
"I'm especially interested in drugs that influence behaviour," Arne answered. "What exactly, can you offer - I guarantee, I can pay." Arne said as he took out the bag with gold coins jingling it in front of the woman.
She moans lustfully, muffled between the constant touch and action between their bodies. Larisa twitched again, having apparently came once, but they kept going at throwing themselves at each other in a heated, sweaty mess. (Really hard to sit down and think of good replies in the span of my work break, sorry.)
@Tjf "Let's at least go ask what they're fighting about." Allune said, looking for someone to ask about the brawl. While also holding her bow, just in case the men were bandits.
He shrugs. "We're not a large force. 10 men at arms, including me, Adriana and your mother. Your father, obviously, and a few servants. One quit after the attack, so... all in all 16." He chuckles. "Your father gave no orders for me to return, so I'm staying right here." He gives her a kindly look. "How are you? I hear things have been chaotic here." The knight looks around. "Where's your brother? Asleep?"
Eva chuckles, stripping and putting on the inquisitor's robes. "How do I look?" Without Marguerite's armour beneath, the robes cling to her womanLy form. Marguerite moans as she's touched.
As Arne moves, the firelight from the stove illuminates him better, and her eyes widen as she sees Arne's robes. "Err, I don't have anything like that, sir. Could I tempt you with a digestive potion, or perhaps something to help your eyesight?"
After what seems like an age, the brother moans and cums over Larisa, as his sister drives the witch to yet another orgasm. "Enjoy, pet?" She smiles.
@unisol_gr44 A helpful beggar informs Allune and the group of what's happening. Apparently, the owners of the two largest brothels in town are in a dispute, and thugs like this have been clashing in the streets seemingly endlessly for the past few months, ever since a pair of siblings set up shop here. A man is stabbed, and the two groups disperse, undisciplined and unwilling to put themselves in more danger, at least for now. The groups slink off into alleys, and the fight ends inconclusively, the injured man lying in the street, moaning and clutching the knife in his stomach.
"Ah, thank you." Allune said, as she gave the begger enough money for a hot meal. Then she thought to herself, really? They're going to have disputes like this, when a nerby village was just recently ravaged? She then groaned as the group dispersed, revealing a man on the ground who's clutching a stab wound. "What do we do?" She asked the group, since she had no experienced in treating wounds.
Weary on the bed, she pants, needing to catch her breath. "Ya budu khranit' eto vsyu zhizn'." Clearing her throat, and taking a proper look at him, she gave something close to a genuine smile towards him. "Zat is, I vill rrremember it forrr rrrest of my life, as vill you." Hanging in the afterglow of sex, she started to readjust her robes, gently laying his sister down on the bed, stroking her cheek lightly as the witch started to redress. They were naked and unarmed....now would be time to make a move. It probably was about a solid hour or two ago...but the amusement had died down and Larisa's lips shifted into a more serious look. "But..." Her eyes were cast over to the black shape under the windows where the curtains were drawn. Tufts of black fur started to peek out until becoming larger and larger, but not given the guy any time to know what he was looking at before hearing it's guttural growl and it springing into a pounce against him. It already knew enough of Larisa's thoughts to know it's goal wasn't to kill these two, though she certainly wouldn't tell it not too. Instead, it knew the idea was to tackle and pin down the easy targets and keep them still for another solution that the witch had in mind. "I don't like being trrricked." There was almost a certain level of irony all things considered, but their intent was from their perspective to trick a naive girl into sex. The crimes were clear and she was confident if she investigated their brothel, there would be more than enough evidence to warrant a public execution without anyone saying boo. Her arms folded, and the witch herself almost giving off a ominous air of darkness, there really was no way to know what she had in mind as she approached the bed where they were pinned, letting her hand run across their cheeks, only this time, it was without the kind of gentleness or loving touch. Cold. Lightly cupping the man's face first, she glared. Mentally, she allowed her voice to come back to sounding more proper in their language, wanting to make it as clear as possible as she passed her own sense of judgment, her fingers starting to well up with blackness, spreading to his cheeks and veins. "As a special favor to you, I won't kill you....but you won't be showing your face around town again." The curse of decay. The solution was simple. They relied on their looks to try and charm and people and it was because of his sister sleeping with the bailiff they got away with things...and Larisa delivered the same curse to the girl. Harsh, but also maybe just a bit too lenient. But well....they weren't about to be seducing anyone like this. The bailiff would most likely come down on them and they would have to pay for their crimes properly, Larisa avoiding racking up a higher body count even though she wasn't convinced these people really mattered enough to value their lives...nonetheless, she resolutely believed this to be the most decisive punishment they could receive.
Mszczuj look at Eva and smile, seeing her erect breast trought material. "Like horny hunter. Let's give the their own meducine." He said and lead Eva and whisper by ear what she will do next. Mszczuj relase Inquisitor hands, only to force her to stand up and bound against polles of bed. Druid take whip made of branch and spanking Marguerite bare ass. " Well, well let's see for what are you be punishment." He said and make Marguerite suck his fingers, still wet after massage of her pussy.
Arne chuckled seeing as woman tried to dodge the subject. "My dear, the story is out. Hilde sang as hard as she could before she was fed your drug." Which he had to admit, was quite impressive. He grabbed the woman's chin as he entered the hut. "The question is, what you are going to do about it."
Lukas shrugs. "Need we do anything?" @unisol_gr44 Ignatia looks at Angelo, seeing if he'll move to aid the man.
The two pimps grow white with fear, before they look in horror at the mirror, seeing their own decayed faces. Wary of the wolf, the sister gives Larisa a hateful look, while the brother kowtows to the witch. "P-Please, change us back! Please, we'll do anything!"
Marguerite licks his fingers eagerly, her ass red from the spanking. Eva grins. "You're enjoying this a lot, aren't you?"
She gulps, before gathering her courage. "The question isn't what I'm going to do, but what you're going to do." She moves his hand off her chin. "You could kill me, or torture me and break me, with my own drug perhaps, but I think that there's a better solution." She moves to her cauldron. "I think that a drug that can addle the mind and envelop one in lust would be rather useful to someone in your line of work. Don't kill me, and don't break me. Employ me, that's my suggestion."
Mszczuj smile to Eva. "As same as you my dear. I like most when our submise girl enjoy it too." He grab Marg hard by her breast and hold it tight as Eva spanking her foot. "Something telling me, It is not the first time when you take submise side in the bedroom. Come on, tell us about your first time and why do you enjoy it."
Larisa was really starting to question her own morals. Doubly, since she knew full well she didn’t posses the ability to heal things. Possibly, absorbing life force might...but even if she had the skill to do that, she wasn’t inclined to help them. No doubt they would be sworn enemies and swear revenge, but their means of getting it were going to be severely limited without being able to sway anyone. With her own penchant for drama, she lifted her arm up, over her should and clenched her fist as she summoned an illusory image of a water drop to be imprinted on the wall, glowing orange with apparent burning flame. They wouldn’t get the meaning, but wiccans would know it represented purification. She didn’t know how long it would last for people to investigate, but it would make for quite the story, if it did. She wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but she’d come up with some meaning for it later. “Clean up the filth in your own heart before worrying about how you look on the outside.” Was that a cool enough line? She debated it. She was still new to this dark justice persona. Oh, what if..no too late. She felt she had thought of something better to say, but couldn’t liger on it. She quickly turned to her newest trick of apparent invisibility. They were too stressed to think carefully, understandably and the apparent blinking out of existence would add to the panic, allowing her to take her time to make her exit. She couldn’t interact with objects easily, but it was easier to sustain keeping still. She’d give the impression of almost vanishing and they would likely react by trying to rush out...then she’d simply walk out through the door. Not the most daring escape, but effective.
Arne nodded. "I like intelligent women. Your offer is tempting..." He looked around but didn't leave his eyes from the woman. The fact that she was now near cauldron, meant that she might try something. "But how will we secure your loyalty?"
