They make it back without further incident, the town mostly dark aside from the torches of guardsmen and a few candle lights in windows. She sees that multiple candles have been lit in her own home.
“Naughty girl. I might have to punish you again when I get back.” Ophelia smirked at her sister, her eyes traveling up and down Adriana's naked body. She hesitated for a moment before speaking. “You seemed to really like having my finger in your butt. How about you play with it on your own while I'm away? And when I get back I want to try putting two fingers inside. Then you can return the favor and do the same to me. Would you like that, sis?” Ophelia felt herself blushing. “Anyway, I really should be going now. Good night, sis. Pleasant dreams.” She turned to leave.
"Woah, there." Allune stops her horse, letting Matthias get down, "There we are. You think we should warn the guardsmen of that thing?" She asked, while looking at him.
Working her fingers past her underwear, she pushed them into her pure folds and began to pump with little too no foreplay or preparation, just focused on the need to cum as quickly and as fiercely as possible, tweaking her nipple still hidden beneath her shirt as her legs quickly already began to buckle, as the pleasure overtook her rapidly. She hadn’t had any private time for this the whole trip and after the incident with the imp, she was left letting out a loud cry that she was aware everyone was going to hear back in the camp, but too caught up in the moment to stop until finally letting out an explosive orgasm. Slumping against the tree for a moment, she collected her breath and redressed herself before heading back to camp to join the others, not having totally worked it all out of her system yet, but being a lot more tolerable to handle. (Starting work in just a bit here)
"They might not take us seriously, just think we got spooked by shadows. Let's tell those knights. If they tell the bailiff, he'll have to send someone to check it out."
Angelo smiled, 'You do look like an angel, though.' Not sure where that corny line came from in his mind, he thrust his hips forward. A jolt of pleasure assaulted him, as his head slipped past her slick folds and entered her. Pressing his eyes shut and shuddering in pleasure, he slowly sank his cock inside Marguerite inch by inch until their hips met, reaching her deepest parts and stripping away the last vestiges of his virginity. He remained there motionless for a moment, hilted deep inside Marguerite and getting used to the new sensations. He looked down at Marguerite adoringly and caught her lips with his own, as he slowly and a bit awkwardly started to rock his hips on top of her. The groans and moans coming from his core told that he was enjoying the act very much.
In the camp the men are passing out stew. Kuril, bandage over the cut on his chest, smirks at her but says nothing. (Don't let those dickheads bring you down)
Marguerite cries out, muffled by his kiss, before her hands take hold him and pull him down to kiss her even harder. She seems to enjoy to comment, corny or not, rocking against him, wet tunnel squeezing his length tightly.
She isn't stopped, the household having retired to bed by now, and makes it to her own room. She's awakened the next morning by a gentle shove. Opening her eyes, Ophelia sees the beautiful face of Adela smiling at her. "It's time, sister. Our brother is downstairs."
"You're right, let's go." Allune replied as she made her horse head back home. They enter the stable, where she pets her steed, giving him some food and water. "Come on, let's tell em." She said, leading Matthias in her home, she looks for Darius. "Hey! We need to talk. We killed a creature in the gamekeeper's cabin, a creature that was... made from the gamekeeper and his wife. I think a knight wearing dark armor left it there." She said, sparing no details.
After a rocky start and awkward movements, Angelo slowly got the gist of it and started to thrust more effectively and powerfully. Any doubts and fears about fornicating with a woman were wiped away and pure lust and passion took him. He started to understand why people liked to do this as often as they could, one might get addicted to this pleasure. His mouth and lips eagerly kissed his partner, wanting to feel everything about her. The lewd sounds of moans, flesh slapping on flesh and smooching mouths filled the room. Marguerite's spell must've done wonders, since he didn't expect to last at all.
Ophelia returned to her room, took off her clothes, put on a rather thin nightgown, and went to sleep, a smile on her face. Morning came a little too quickly for her liking. “Good morning, Adela.” Ophelia greeted her sister and covered her mouth with a hand to hide a yawn. “I guess it really is time to go. Mind giving me a hand? It will be faster to get dressed with a little help.” While she could put on her clothes and gambeson on her own she was still somewhat sleepy and would need a few more minutes to fully wake up. “How are you feeling today, sis? Sleep well?” She asked as she removed the covers and got off the bed.
"Aye, I don't need a translator to know what he wants." Rhaelicca slides off her horse and walks between the horse and the bandit leader. She shouts at their leader. "Hey you! You want a fight? Well you got one, but if you have any balls in that sack of yours, then you'll fight me head to head." To emphasize her point, she draws her sword and points at the leader. Then bangs the hilt of the blade against her chest. Then she doesn't wait for him to provide any notion of acceptance of the duel and Rhaelicca immediately strikes out at the man. It wasn't that Rhaelicca was confident in her ability to take out eight armed men. Indeed, if they all chose to take her down, then there wasn't anything she could do to. So the best way to handle it would be to goad their leader into fighting her directly. She aims her blade towards the weaker points in the lamellar armour under the arm on the right side in the hopes of taking out his sword-wielding prowess quickly.
Thinking it was better just not to say anything about it, since they all probably had an idea, she acted like nothing had changed, ignoring the fact that there was still a burning sensation down below, not quite fully pleased with her rapid pace, but manageable enough to sit along with the rest of the group and take her share of food when offered. In a odd way, the lack of a real reaction was something she made a mental note of. Only a month ago, before anything changed, the idea was something she'd probably be made fun of for..and only two weeks ago they would've been too afraid to make a comment. Now, the middling reaction of no real concern about it other than just amusement was almost a welcoming in between. She was no warrior, but apparently risking getting gored by a succubus was an easy way to blow past a few walls and make friends quickly. She had finally learned all their names and the idea that they had that she could solve all their problems wasn't factual, but felt oddly nice in it's own way to be someone they all expected to be reliable. In a lot of ways she was, but she always considered her family to be more along the lines of actors than intellectuals. Her best spells were essentially just pretending she had powers that she didn't actually have and to great effect. And Ilya and Olga put a show on in their own way. Getting a proper look at them, she thought on it. Illya who was still a little battered from the earlier run in with the succubus, most likely just caused by scratches from the throes of passion, was back to trying to put on the airs of being a confident suave guile hero. Of course, since everybody here knew him for more than a day, nobody was buying it in the slightest. Larisa herself considered the best term to describe her brother, even by her standards were the words "Total dork." Then Olga who had calmed down since her introduction to the lust attacks of the imps, had always even been described at home as "Nice, but useless" Not that many people really disliked her...they just kind of given up expecting her to be good for much. She worked hard to try and mimic Larisa's use of magic..except without anything someone would call "talent." Larisa had seen train enough to be perfectly aware her inept skills with dark magic weren't actually incompetence. She was just too nice to ever use spells that could seriously hurt anyone. As much as she tried to be the dignified noble lady, she was the most excited about this whole exploration and this was far from the first time she had dived headfirst into some kind of adventure without any idea what she's doing. Keeping her thoughts to herself, Larisa silently ate her share while looking over the soldiers to determine how bad their injuries currently were.
The knight looks confused. "Wait, what? A creature? Are you sure it's not just your imagination? And who's this?" He looks at Matthias.
"Well, my room is next to Adriana's, so not so well, no." Adela giggles as she helps Ophelia with her dress. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."
