The elegant lady of the castle leads her out to the courtyard. There, the castellan leads inside two young figures that are obviously nobles, a beautiful and large-chested woman, and a muscular and ruggedly handsome man. Larisa sees her aunt, a charming smile on her face, angling herself to show her thin but curvy body in the most flattering way possible, as she steps forwards. Ophelia sees an attractive blonde woman in her late thirties step forwards into the courtyard as they're led inside. She smiles warmly. "My lord and lady, it's an honor to welcome you to my hall. I trust your father is in good health?" Beside her is a young, stunning woman of slavic descent, with a slightly nerdy look. "This is my niece, Larisa."
The part, just shy of 50 warriors and priests in total, makes good time, marching several miles. By the time to make camp comes, though, Angelo is barely keeping up, feet aching intensely. A life within the walls of the monastery simply hasn't prepared him to march so far, especially barefoot.
Angelo helped to set up the tents, his feet aching terribly and eager to rest. He sat down exhausted and rubbed his aching feet after the tent stood sturdily.
"Aahn." Allune moaned, her head still foggy from how quickly things were happening. Despite being the one to invite him. "Mmh." She moaned once more, as he kneaded her heavy tits. "I-I think I should remove my trousers." She said in a shy tone.
It turns out that Morwenna was incorrect in her timing. It takes over two weeks for the group of thirty to reach Warsaw. During the long ride, Morwenna softens up to Mszczuj, no longer angry at him for shooting her, and Rhaelicca meets a redheaded pagan druid named Eva. Eva and Morwenna work together, and by the time they reach Warsaw, Rhaelicca has a rough understanding of Polish, and knows the very basics of Lithuanian. Warsaw itself is bustling. Though nowhere as large as London, and a bit smaller than Edinburgh, the city is home to a large number of cultures and groups, markets and taverns filled to the brim. In the distance, Rhaelicca and Mszczuj see their destination, the castle of Warsaw. Sir Boleslaw pulls up ahead of the group. "My lord, Duke Siemowit, will let us into the castle soon. Enjoy the city in the meantime at your leisure."
Volenca approaches him. "Hey, I know it's against your order's rules to wear footwear besides slippers, but surely it's allowable if you're doing the Lord's work, right?" She hands him some sturdy leather boots, the kind made for pilgrims, and footwraps.
Matthias's fingers delve beneath her waistband, pulling down the garment covering her lower body. He kneels down, and with his hands raised to gently squeeze her nipples, he plants a kiss on her vagina.
'Thank you,' Angelo took the boots and chuckled, 'Well, going barefoot at least doesn't have the risk of getting bad blisters if you wrap the foot wrong or have ill-fitting boots.' 'From the tales you, Brother Robert and Sister Marguerite told me, I probably ought to see about getting armour too,' Angelo said.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, my lady, and you too, lady Larisa. I am Benacio Lindhoff-Ortella, and this is my sister Ophelia. Today has been a long and boring day, but seeing your beauty makes it worth it.” Ophelia's brother introduced them, then took each woman's hand and kissed it briefly. “Indeed, it's a pleasure to meet you, lady Miroslava, and you too, lady Larisa.” Ophelia gave each woman a nod as she discreetly checked them out. Mentally she noted how her brother had left it ambiguous which woman's beauty he was referring to - or if he meant both of them. “Our father is in good health, just very busy with his duties and unable to come in person. Thus he sent us.” She smiled at the two women. (Not sure I did the whole “nobles greeting nobles” thing right, but I hope it's fine.)
Mszczuj look at Eva and smile to her. "After we will put in jail our prisoners, I would like to go on small shopping in the market. It would be pleasure if you join to me on this trip." He offered her his hand.
"Maybe you can, who knows? That inquisitor you've befriended might be able to help you with that." Volenca smiles.
'I might bring it up with her, though I don't expect we carry spare armour to just hand out,' Angelo said and smiled back at Volenca, 'Uhm, do you know how to wrap these footwraps properly? I haven't the faintest idea.'
"Nnnh." Allune let out an embarassed moan as her bare crotch was revealed. Letting Matthias see her neatly trimmed bush, and her slightly moist pink pussy. "Haah!" Allune shuddered as he suddenly squeezed her sensitive teat, while kissing her lower lips at the same time. "Mmmh!" She used her hands to cover her mouth, remembering her mother's loud cries of passion.
Larisa remained silent for now, mostly shrugging off the man’s flirtatious approach as directed to Miroslava. Larisa decided it was better to just let her aunt do the talking until there was an actual need for a comment on her part, offering a polite smile, but not really saying anything.
The lady of the castle beams at the compliment. "You do a simple country widow like me too much credit, though my niece is a beauty, isn't she?" She looks appraisingly at the siblings, clearly liking what she sees. "I must say, your father raised quite the attractive pair of siblings, himself. Come inside, I was preparing a meal for my niece and her siblings, but in just a moment I'll have some food for you as well. If you'd care for a bath after your journey, I'll just have the water changed." @Auraicide "Would you entertain our guests for a moment, while I make the arrangements?"
The redhead nods with a smile and gets to her knees before him, tying the cloth around his feet. "Yes, I suppose you wouldn't really know how to use footwraps, given your background. Watch what I do carefully, okay?"
The hunter kisses it again, harder, before pulling apart her pussy lips to reveal her clitoris, his tongue lashing out to lick the small nub.
“A bath sounds like a wonderful idea - the trip so far has been long, with few chances for a proper bath...” Ophelia exclaimed, her brother quickly agreeing with her sentiment.
