Emilie spun the knife in his hand, deftly sheathing the blade in his belt Probably wouldn't need it at the moment seeing how wet she was. Made him a little uncomfortable to be so close as he followed her down on his knees. Her breath was hot and it took a few seconds for the young man to gather his thoughts. With her features not twisted in rage, she was quite beautiful. As could be expected of a noble, he chuckled. Still, she was beautiful with her short dark brown hair framing her face. Casting a glance at Reise who buisied himself with the countess, Emilie sighed at his subordinate rough handling and begun. "Countess Avilés. Listen to my voice, it is your voice. I want to go home. I miss Aska. They need me. Baroness Ferrer killed the way I had to go home. I am angry at her for that. So I need to find another way. Listen to my voice, it is your voice. Until then I need to survive. The traitor Emilie is resourceful, he can help me survive until I can go home. He wants to go home too. No matter my feelings for him, we will work toward that goal..." Emilie paused, looking at her slack expression. She looked a little pale, probably the bloodloss. He would have to tend to that in a moment. Her cheeks, however, were still flush and rosy. Made he could try something else, since she was in the right frame of mind. "Listen to my voice, it is your voice. Every time I masturbate or become sexually excited, my thoughts will drift toward Emilie. More and more each time, until I can't stand it." He felt a little dirty after saying that, and he was certain he felt the commander's quiet amusement. "Reise. Throw me one of baroness clothes. Need to bind a shoulder." Emilie had turned his attention away for the moment. Catching the thrown fabric before again returning to the countess. "Listen to my voice, it is your voice. I will wake when I hear Emilie's fingers snap." He cut out a large section, scrounging the fabric into a ball and pressed it toward her wound to staunch the bleeding, then he snapped his fingers. "Please, don't move your arm. You're bleeding, Tirana, and lost consciousness for a while. It could be serious." His voice and expression filled with concern. "Trust me, for now. Please."
“Perfect, this is just what I needed.” Silnariel nodded in approval as she examined the place. “Andelia, stay alert for any danger while I work.” The princess instructed her trusted companion, then set about scrying their surroundings, starting with the closest areas and gradually expanding outwards, searching for any nearby landmarks and locations of interest.
As Safiyah made her way down the hill, she entered the forest. She travelled until she reached a small stream in the forest. There, she saw a particular group. A group of armed women, wearing leather armour - a rich form of bikini armour - were talking. There was a group of peasants tied and hurled by one tree. A little away from the group, one of the female warriors, was drugging young man who had his hands tied. She threw him on the ground and stripped him. Then she stripped herself, got on top of him and started raiding him.
"Here." Reise said as he threw the clothes. As Emilie looked at him, he noticed that the man handled the baroness roughly, with vicious pleasure. The baroness was stripped naked - only clothing Reise allowed her to keep, were her thigh-high boots. He tied her hands behind her back, the rope coiled around her impressive bust, making it even more prominent. Commander used the rope to gag Isabel, keeping her mouth open, salivating constantly. He also put a blindfold on woman's eyes. As Emilie finished, he realised, that to his satisfaction, all of his suggestions were implanted, as woman breathed hotly with each command received. He even noticed her hand, travelling to her crotch and start rubbing it. The moment he finished implanting commands, the woman moaned orgasmically, asher body shook from pleasure and collapsed on the ground, unconscious. "Mind if I fuck the bitch?" Reise asked as he pulled baroness' hair, making her groan, his other hand gripping her tit, roughly.
As Silnariel started scrying, an image showed itself in the mirror of water. The princess quickly realised that she made a terrible mistake when she started crying. Her body continued staring at the water, but her consciousness has been sucked into the pool. As she looked around she realised that her consciousness travelled somewhere away, while her body was still looking at the mirror. "Well, well. Look who dropped in - a pussy ready to be broken in." She turned to the sing-song voice and froze - a succubus was advancing upon her. Her crazed eyes and erection spoke of her intentions.
(Ouch, talk about a nasty surprise...) Crap! This isn't good... The princess cursed as she realized that she had screwed up. “That's a rather rude way to greet someone. How about introducing yourself first?” She tried reasoning with the horny succubus as she took a few steps away from her. At the same time she tried ending the scrying spell.
{dice said "1" out of "20" - you can't go lower.} To her surprise, the woman actually paused and laughed at the princess barb. "Well, I don't introduce myself to those that intrude my realm." Any thought Silnariel had about escaping stopped as the smell and magic hit her at the same time. She moaned as her body shook from pleasure, her juices gushing down her legs. "I can smell your heat, slut." The blond laughed. "Your pussy is itching for my cock to ravage it." She paused, "Or is it your ass?" The thought of the unnatural thing penetrating her ass, made the elf shudder with pleasure. The succubus's smile widened, as she started stalking forward, eyeing princess like a cat would eye a canary.
Silnariel grit her teeth and gathered all her willpower as she tried to resist the succubus' influence. “My apologies, I did not mean to disturb you. But now that I am here... Why the rush? How about I suck your cock first and get it all nice and ready?” She suggested as she took a few more steps away and tried ending the spell again.
The sight of the countess orgasm sent a thrill of excitement down to his sex, hardening, and growing hot. He groaned, shifting in his tightened clothes, but kept control of himself and focused on wrapping up the wound. With her body leaning against the tree it was both a hinderance and an advantage. He certainly knew his way around his knots. She was not only restrained but in a way that was as humbling as it was humiliating. There were only the two of them now, but his friend would be happy to parade the stuck up noble through the streets as part of the victory parade. How were they doing back at home? They had more than a few people to bring things together, both rebellions and governments were run by people and always some one to pick up the flag. Emilie realised that he was staring and hadn't said anything. "Sure, Reise. Make sure to take her out of sight. Don't want that to be the first thing Triana sees or hears when she wakes up." Smiling softly at him as soon as the baroness was donned with the blindfold. Perhaps it was a little cruel, but Emilie only needed to convince the countess. In the hierarchy of the nobility power and accountability almost always flowed downwards. A baron occupied a lower rung than a count, so Baroness Ana Isabel Ferrer would obey Countess Triana Avilés. Doubly so if the baron was a direct vassal of the count. Although in a foreign land, the titles and trappings of nobility made less sense than they already did. No matter how long they'd be here, hopefully they both would realise that fact before they returned home. Until Avilés woke up from her mind blowing orgasm, all he could do was wait. Taking a seat next to Alcheamie, he talked softly and in low tones of the memories they had shared together. They couldn't have a burial - although he expected her to want them to throw a party - and her corpse would have to be left here, so he wanted this time to say goodbye.
What's the point of armor that doesn't actually protect your organs? It wasn't as if her outfit was really all that protective, but she wasn't allegedly in the front lines. She had to assume they were some kind of bandits and could already take a guess at being some kind of women only bandit outfit that thinks it's a bigger deal than it actually is. On the plus side, this meant her companion could drop all pretense of acting passive now that there was an acceptable target. He only needed to take a look to Safiyah and know he was given the go ahead to fly in and make his move to publicly impale the closest one. Safiyah wasn't planning on getting in the middle of the fighting herself and invoked her magic to spawn something out of the mist. A serpent like creature that slithered quickly along the ground. The distinct lack of armor was going to be a problem for the other target as it found it's way the second closest one ready to punish by lashing out with a bite and Safiyah already prepared her magic to follow up with a wind blade to finish the job when the guard was dropped. She doubted these kind of thieves had ever had to deal with any actual resistance from villagers so if two of their comrades were bumped off before they could react, it would leave them disorganized and probably more likely to run than anything.
Moan escaped Silnariel's mouth as the aura overwhelmed her senses, forcing her to climax. Next thing she knew, the succubus was right in front of her, her tail coiling around elf's tight, holding her. "Eager to run so fast?" The woman's voice made the elf shiver. "Why, I think I will accept your offer. Why won't you get on your knees, and put that mouth of yours to work?"
Reise nodded and dragged the baroness into the forest. Emilie could hear from time a muffed groan coming from the direction the due had disappeared. Some filled with pain, some with lust, and some with desperation. As he finished paying his respects to Alcheamie, he returned to countess. He noticed that Triana started moaning in her sleep, her hand traveled to her sex and started gently caressing her nether region.
The snake slid under one of the women, coiled, then jumped up, disappearing between woman's legs. She feel on the ground, rolling, her hands moving to her nether regions. "Get it out!" She screamed. The gollem attacks one of the warriors, but the woman must have heard him, as she dodged the main strike - still, the construct managed to scratch her arm. As Safiyah threw her magic, her target didn't even realised her attack. The woman's face showed confusion, as her head fell to the ground, her body still standing, not registering that she was dead, for a few seconds, before falling on the ground. The four women attacked at once. Safiyah immediately realised her mistake - it was not rabble, these women were warriors. The first one strikes the gollem, destroying his left arm. Two others followed, with their attacks, crumbling the construct's material, taking pieces of him. But the fourth was not that lucky, as she was about to strike, the golem headbutted her, knocking her out.
“Alright...” Silnariel agreed as she got down on her knees. Gathering all of her remaining willpower she began jerking off the succubus with both hands, before reaching with her tongue and starting to lick the demonic cock. As she licked the tip one of her hands moved to the succubus' balls while the other continued jerking off the large member. Finally, she opened her mouth wide and took the tip inside... then bit on it hard, her teeth sinking as deep as they could. At the same time her hand squeezed the succubus' balls hard while her other hand gripped the demoness' length, her nails digging into the tender flesh. Hopefully the sudden pain would be enough of a distraction for the succubus to allow the princess to escape... (I almost feel bad for this... but only almost.)
"Oh, fuck it." The chancellor swore under his breath. There were limits to what he could stand, like the rest of the people stuck here he was only human. Emilie stood up and walked to the countess, dropping his pants after he had reached her. His package bulged against his underwear, whiplashing out to its full length as he discarded them too. He was clean shaven, though there had never been much hair there or anywhere else on his body, so his balls and cock were on full display before the sleeping countess. Holding it firmly at the base, he gently brushed it against Triana's lips, smearing a dollop of precum over them. He started to work the shaft with his other hand, pulling the foreskin back as he slid it the cock through his palm. The noises Emilie made were slick and obscene, a perfect accompaniment to his roughening breathing and the low sounds of the countess' moaning. Still hearing Reise in the distance had him yearning to force himself on the countess taking her as he pleased, but he had to satisfy himself with this. He slapped his cock against her cheek, then rubbed the enorged head against her skin before he got himself under control. Continuing to masturabte alongside her, cock close to her mouth and nose.
"Razaeng!" This wasn't supposed to happen. He could always be rebuilt, though it would take no small amount of time. But it wasn't meant to go this way. In response, Safiyah decided that warriors or not, she could still separate them with panic. Not a lot of materials to work with, but her decision was to spawn a lesser golem through the ground between the group forcibly dividing them and then she threw out another windblade, before resorting to turning invisible to keep out of sight.
As she bit the succubus wailed with pain, pushing the elf away. Silnariel dodged her tail, as it aimed at her lower holes, pushing the demon. "Ah!" The woman screamed as she fell on the ground, holding her cock, her face twisted from pain - and suprisingly pleasure.
As he pressed his cock, against her lips, her tongue started licking his head. She opened her eyes - but there was no light in them. They were half-opened and it was evident that she was still asleep. In that state, she parted her mouth, allowing his cock to slide in...
Safiyah cast a spell and golem started forming, but before it was even finished, one of women decapitated it, making it crumble to the dust. She prepared to attack again, but she noticed movement at her side. She tried to dodge it, but the sword grazed her arm, leaving a bloody trail. A naked woman, wearing only her boots, holding a sword, attacked her - the same one that was fucking the boy but a moment ago. Razaneg managed to catch one of the women, his remaining arm piercing her through her stomach. His bloodied claws stuck fro the woman's back, as her body hanged limply on his arm. But that was chance for the two remaining warriors, as they attacked with fiercness - one cut the gollem's leg, making sway, the other smashed the ax against his back, making him fall on his knees, one of his wings removed.
“You seem to like that.” Silnariel commented as she cast a Magic Arrow spell and aimed it at the succubus' cock.
