Grita looks up at Arne. "I'm not going to insult you by offering my body. I know that that's already yours. I can only offer you the truth. I knew from the beginning that the compact with the devil wasn't real, and that Hild was just using us. I didn't say anything, because in truth, I wanted the excuse to be fucked. That's what I can offer you, the services of someone truly depraved."
"A waste of time? I wasn't aware you thought so little of your poor mother. What a good woman, it's a shame what's about to happen to her." She heads to the window, spreading her wings and preparing to leave.
Ophelia managed to remain calm as she replied to the succubus' unspoken threat. “I see... looks like you don't really care about those items you spoke of after all.” She commented as she made a quick prayer and cast a healing spell on her uninvited guest, focusing on her wings. She had read numerous times that demons reacted poorly to holy spells like that.
"No thanks, if I did, I might be the one holding the club." Allune shrugs with mischievous smile. "Yeah, let's head back so we can report on what's happening around the town." She replied to the monk as she holds onto her box.
Mszczuj look at Dobron suspiciously. "That joke wasn't funny Dobron. Did you drink something? Because I'm sure you would never forgotten orders from just hour ago."
The succubus grits her teeth, her eyes flashing with rage, before she calms down. "Your concern is touching, but I'd ask you not to do that again." She throws a scroll to Ophelia. On it is written a demonic text that she doesn't understand, but at the bottom, she sees the crest of her mother's family, her mother's personal seal. "Your mother really is quite an angel. When she was first married, one of your father's whelps got sick. Adriana, I think the girl is called? Your mother prayed every day, hoping that God would heal her husband's child, but nothing came of it. One of my associates approached her, and offered her a deal. Adriana would survive her illness, and in return, your mother would owe a debt." The succubus approaches Ophelia. "Get me what I want, and I'll erase your mother's debt, and she can live the rest of her life in harmony. Otherwise, she'll spend all of eternity...well, I think you can imagine." There's a knock at the door, Inquisitor Marguerite's voice sounding from the other side. "My lady, you sent for me?" The succubus walks to the window. "Think about my offer. Consult your mother, if you must, but know that I am quite serious. We'll be in touch." She leaps from the window, wings spreading, before she disappears entirely.
"Alright, I'll go store my dress in my room." Allune said as she tried to tell the time, if there was still time before the party. The busty blond would look for Opehlia to report about the brothel brawls.
She is told that Ophelia's father isn't coming for at least another day, so the party won't start before then. She breathes in the early evening air, before the maid tells her that Ophelia is currently in her chanbers.
“Come in,” Ophelia called to the inquisitor as she examined the scroll left behind by the succubus. The seal seemed real, but faking it was easy enough, so that proved nothing. She needed to know what the text said. Perhaps the good sister would be able to help translate it...
"I hope so. That message is important, so don't waste time." Mszczuj go with him to stables, to make sure he will ride.
After learning she had another day to relax, Allune lets out a deep sigh. "Phew, that's good to know. For now, I should inform lady Ophelia about what's happening in town. I hope she isn't busy." She said to herself as she breathes in the evening air. After that she heads to Ophelia's chambers.
Angelo nodded to Allune and then turned to Lukas and Ignatia, 'I'll head off too, store my new garments and take a bath. What a day... take care, maybe we'll run into each other later?' He turned and entered the castle. After putting the clothes on the bed in his room, he headed for the baths, eager to wash the grime of the day off.
"Aye. You are correct lass. I own your body." He said as he started dragging the tied woman. Arne have lead the woman to the drinking trough for cows, leaned her forward, so her tits submerged in water. Then he opened his pants and with one thrust penetrated her. The woman moaned in pleasure as the Inquisitor fucked her. "So, you are basically saying that you were not worshipping demons, so you should not be punished for that?" Slap! "Eh?" He urged Grita as he slapped her ass. "Instead of making coin on the streets, you paid to be fucked?" He grabbed her by the hair and pushed her head underwater - he groaned as her pussy clenched his dick as if it was a lifeline. After a moment he pulled her head over surface. "And then you say you are someone truly depraved?" He pushed her head underwater once again, but this time held her longer. Only when he felt her movements became more frantic, did Arne raise her head. Grita gasped for air, which was rather hard, as Arne continued fucking her mercilessly. "You better explain why you paid someone to fuck you, and why I would bother with a simple slut!" Arne grabbed her by the throat and held tightly, as he continued ploughing her.
The beautiful inquisitor opens the door and enters the room, bowing her head politely. "You needed something?"
She finds her way there without trouble, knocking on the oaken door. @moonblack Ophelia hears another knock on the door.
