“Thank you, Felina, that is all for now. But I'm sure I'll see you again later.” Ophelia smiled at the maid, then entered the dining room and checked the people that were already there. Miroslava is not here yet. Good – looks like I'm not late after all. Hello, everyone. How are you doing?” She greeted them all as she made her way to her seat, giving a nod to each of them: First Larisa and Ophelia's brother Benacio, the two of them engaged in conversation, then to Ilya, and finally to the beaming Olga. The noblewoman held the young girl's gaze and smiled at her.
Angelo grunted, 'Hnng~, I'd be lying if I said I didn't come here hoping this would happen again. You've been on my mind constantly since our time in the alehouse.' Marguerite found him already half-erect from looking at her and he quickly grew bigger and harder in her hand. The monk laid his hands on the raven-haired beauty's hip and back, pulling her close to kiss her. The young man kissed her needily, spurred on by his brush with death and eagerness to enjoy life while it lasted.
Mszczuj nod smiling pressing his cock. "Sure, when put it next to your breast and nice face... Is equal with them. And complety losing with your character and skills on battle field." He said with chuckled.
@moonblack Seeing the German woman approach to join the rest, Larisa looked up and did her best to politely smile trying to ignore the awkwardness of her observing the newly made witch fill Benacio’s wine glass. With everyone gathered though, she waited to see what anyone would say.
Benacio nods, but otherwise doesn't pay his sister much attention. Ilya takes the opportunity to ogle the beautiful noblewoman, and Olga beams at her, returning the smile.
"I saw a couple of kids doing it, I wanted to try. It was fun, I practices, and everyone said I had the knack for it." Allune replied, "And you? What made you want to be a knight?" She asked, watching him carve the deer.
Mszczuj laught, pushing his cock harder. "I know pretty well my dear. But with you it worked so I'm fine." He in joke voice.
'Ugh~. you don't need to ask,' Angelo grunted, as Marguerite stroked him. He stripped off his underwear, his cock springing free, 'Let me help you with that.' The monk kissed down Marguerite's neck and collarbone, before brushing off the strap of her bustier. He undid the laces on the back and marveled at her bare breasts as the garment slipped off. Not missing a beat, he cupped her big breasts and started to rub her exposed nipple. After a brief play with her breasts, he went down to remove her lower garments, leaving them both completely nude. 'Should we lie down on your bedroll?' Angelo asked a lustful glint in his blue eyes. [We can fade to black for the rest of the sex scene, if you like. The last one between them wasn't that long ago.]
Ophelia looked at Larisa for a few moments, examining her new dress. A cute witch, eh? The look suits her. Seeing as the young woman was busy talking to her brother she decided to leave the two alone and instead focused on Ilya and Olga. “So, how do the two of you like it here? It must be quite different from your home...” For the moment she pretended not to notice Ilya's ogling of her.
Larisa had mostly concluded with her conversation with Benacio. While she was on Miroslava's priority list, it was just bad etiquette to ignore everybody else. Besides, it didn't seem like it would be that hard to get his attention again later. This seduction stuff seemed pretty easy. Embarrassing, but easy. Still, Larisa really didn't know how or what to comment on. The general atmosphere of the room was almost everyone eyeing almost everyone else, appropriate or not. So, basically, just a regular gathering for nobility. Larisa did at least want to be on Benacio and Ophelia's good side, somewhat. They were transparent and just as bad as Ilya and Olga were...and herself, but they didn't strike her as being bad people. From what she could tell. Maybe that would change, but for now, she had no real reason to dislike either of them. As innocent as she looked, Olga would get friendly with just about anyone regardless. Not everyone. Demons and imps were off the table for her...though Larisa could see the appeal herself. Olga herself as more than happy to try getting along with any mortal thing that showed interest...so it was in a weird spot. Larisa would probably have to make a curse of vengeance later if it came to that, but she was trying to get with Ophelia's brother while Olga was trying to do the same with Benacio's sister. Except nobody told Olga to do that. It all mostly fell into the line of things people seemed to just choose not to talk about, but she didn't intend to be entirely rude or cold to the woman as tense as things could be. Seeing the empty space on her right, and directly across from Olga, Larisa made a motion to offer it to Ophelia, wondering if she'd accept or decline.
Tt He shrugs. "I'm not actually a knight yet. I'm the heir to the county of Liendsig, so I was raised as a warrior." He carves it and serves it onto plates, handing one to Allune.
She bends forwards onto her hands and knees, presenting her ass up to him. The next morning, Angelo wakes atop the blissfully sleeping inquisitor, the warmth of her cunt still tight around his cock. Outside, he hears the sound of activity, and judges that the camp is packing up.
"Thanks." Allune said as she took the plate, "Right, and I take it you've killed a lot of people already?" She asked as she takes a bite out of the meat she prepared.
Angelo rolled off Marguerite. He kissed her shoulder and stroked her back to wake her, 'Hey, Marguerite, maybe we overdid it a bit last night. I think we are packing up camp already.'
As the two groups of siblings flirt, Lady Miroslava enters the room in a tight, low cut gown. "Apologies, everyone, for my lateness." She claps her hands, and a group of servants enter the room, laying out trays of delicious and varied looking food. The matriarch takes the high seat at the table.
He shakes his head. "Just the one. That's why I embraced you earlier. I had the same experience not that long ago." He begins eating. Darius nods. "Dumb dynastic dispute over trade rights. My cousin decided that he had exclusive right to import a certain vintage of wine from Southern France. We had a skirmish over it a few months ago. I've been in a lot of fights, but that was probably the most pointless."
