"Oh, how lucky I am, to have such a great warrior to teach me." She says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Fine, have at it."
"Ah, yes. Haven't spoken to her much yet." Right. He just reminded her that he had a sister. Larisa did have to wonder about that. What was her reaction going to be if she saw someone clearly trying to fuck her brother? It felt like that would be an awkward conversation...on the other hand, she did have to remember how friendly she was with Olga...that wasn't really a conversation she wanted to have either. Not to mention, she had just spent the past hour getting happily molested by her own aunt...there was a lot of conversation topics that were probably better left avoided. At least for now. Trying to steer the conversation into more comfortable topics with her, she just choose to try and bring up subjects she liked the most. "Zey prrrobably don't tell you storrries of how zey von't rrread anything if zeirrr lives depend on it. Have you rrread Regiment of Prrrinces?" While her accent was still thick, the crack in her voice to sounding genuinely hopeful and excited made it pretty evident that as prettied up as she may be now, as much as she tried, there were some parts of her that just wouldn't change.
Allune nodded, and at Lukas's signal she runs back while staying low. Doing her best to muffle her movements as she ran back to their camp, to inform them about the tatars.
He shakes his head, smiling. "No, I'm afraid that I've never come across that one. Tell me about it?" He's either genuinely interested, or very good at feigning interest, though his eyes are still roaming her body. Ilya heads into the dining room and sits down, a servant bringing some bread and wine.
Mszczuj move birch to her red nipples, checking how much it hard. "Ohh, I see you speaking something but your body saying something oposite my dear." He said and gently push her breast. "So perky." He said and flogg just under her breast. Not to hard, more to tease her and build the mood.
"Aaargh! That idiot! He must have engage those "tatars" I think that's what he called them." Allune growled in frustration while informing Darius about the enemies.
Darius's eyes fly wide open. "Tatars? Fuck! Since when do those bastards raid so far in? He draws his sword. "If that kid bites it, I'll have hell to pay. You can stay here, or come with us. Be warned, though, you will see people die if you come."
“Zomas Hoccleve, I alvays zought vas bit derrrivative and morrre orrr less just trrrying to mimic his alleged inspirrration vith Chaucer, but if you look at- She didn’t care or seem to notice how rapidly she spoke or how difficult she might have been to understand, and even delving back into Russian a couple of times while speaking. Her siblings had made their way out strategically, with the German man may now realizing why they bid such a hasty retreat. After some length of time, Larisa had to actually stop to breath. She gave a quick cough to clear her throat and took a look to the dining room, trying to debate the best way to appear more seductive to him, trying to recall a scene she had read in her great library of glorified amur at home. “Shall ve go? Kould I get you some vine, perrrhaps?”
Mszczuj hug her from behind by one arms, as other started flogging her breast. "If I'm pervert, than who are you? My little submise druid?" He strike harder on her breast and belly, feeling how her blood moving in body.
"Ugh." Allune groaned, she hasn't seen anyone die yet. And killing the abomonation that was the gamekeeper, and his wife was different as they no longer resembled a human. But, knowing that people like that black knight was around. She knew she had to get used to it sooner or later, or risk losing those close to her. "N-no. I can help." She said with a pained expression.
She nestles against him, defiance fadine before the pleasure, as her hand reaches for his cock. "Perhaps. You don't mind doing this in front of one of your precious priests?"
Moving quietly through the forest, she sees Lukas where she left him, lying prone and observing the tatars. She can see them now, four in total. Two, including the one she saw, are clad in heavy brigandine and lamellar armour, while the other two, clearly light cavalry archers, from what she remembers of her education about the hordes of the East, are clad in mere furs. One of the archers spots the Lithuanians, nocking an arrow and raising his bow.
"Shit!" Allune cursed as one of them noticed her group. Nocking an arrow as well, she only hoped she was faster, or that he had bad aim. Without even thinking that she would end another man's life, Allune fires aiming for the archer's head.
Mszczuj look at priests and smile seduce. He whisper to Eva ear. "If she have something against it, she would protested and try to stop us long ago. It mean she get turned it on too. So maybe we should proposal to her join to us, if of course you don't have anything against it." He said whipping her breast one by one, making them more red.
The Tatar's arrow sails past, glancing off Darius's shoulderplate, while Allune's strikes true, flying through his eye and into his skull. The dead man's comrades turn around as he falls to the ground, dead, and it begins. The remaining archer draws his bow, as the two heavily armoured men raise their axes. Lukas, Darius and their two men at arms charge down the hill towards them.
Allune stared as she had just killed a man. Taking a deep breath, trying to calm her heavily beating heart. She nocks another arrow, aiming for the second archer. Cold sweat trailing down her face, she once again lets her arrow lose.
Her arrow flies true, embedding itself deep into the archer's chest, and he falls over, dead. The men at arms soon swarm the armoured Tatars, Darius stabbing one through the armpit, and Lukas shoving the other to the ground and stabbing him in the eye with his knife. As quickly as it started, the fight is over. The men let out a cheer, and Allune, still horrified at her actions, feels a rush of adrenaline at being victorious.
