Allune grinned as Ignatia got desperate, but as the redhead suddenly lunged at her. The busty blond was taken by surprise, especially as her companion began reaching for her clit. "Aahn! H-hey wait a minute!"
'Hmm? What was that?' Angelo wondered, he hoped it was not another assassin. He got up close to the door and listened again, being quiet as a church mouse.
Mszczuj look at her and smile holding one of her hands. "Tell me, I heard stories that some druids to unite more with nature, go spend all day in forest, with nothing more than stick. Only wooden weapon to defend hersellf and no clothes." He said as they walk close to window.
Arne smiled. "Yes, crawling was the way to go - forfeit your pride." He praised the baroness'. "No, slut." For the first time, he forfeited her title, using a derogatory term to address her. Oh, he waited a long time for this turnaround. "It's part of your punishment. Your comfort is of no matter here. You will grith your teeth and take it all... and ask for more." He paused. "Or do you prefer to do it duchess way? Tied up and taken roughly?" He asked wondering what her answer would be.
“Felina! What a pleasant surprise! Were you waiting for me? Are you finished with your duties for today?” Ophelia asked as she ogled the maid. (Will catch up on what I missed later.)
"You have no more love for the lady then I do." A deep voice sounds through the oaken door. "Give me the idol, and live." Angelo then hears the voice of the woman he intercepted the other night. "I hate her, but you people are insane. You want to end the world!" The first voice grunts. "We seek to reshape the world in the image of the true gods. If you will not relinquish the artifact, then you shall die."
"Occasionally, yes." She nods. "I try to, when I can. Clothes are necessary to not freeze, or end up arrested by your church, but they separate us from the gods of nature. No one should be ashamed to walk unadorned."
'What in the-?' Angelo said to himself, before he grabbed his mace. Trying the handle first, he'd bash down the door if it was locked, to face whatever was going on behind it.
She moans, either in lust or despair, it's difficult for Arne to determine, and it makes little difference to him anyway. She begins to take his rod deeper in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down on it as her tongue swirls about to caress the sensitive parts of his dick. He hears her gagging as she forces herself deep onto his cock.
He sees the intruder from the other night, clutching a bloody lip as she gets up from being knocked onto the ground. In her other hand is clutched an idol of some sort, depicting a monstrosity made up of many eyes. Above her stands a tall, thin man in the the garb of a servant, who wears a ring with a glowing cross on it, and in his hand has a dagger. The thief bolts up, grabbing a dagger of her own, and tries to escape via the window, but the tall man blocks her path, looking both at the thief, and at Angelo. "Give me the idol, and you shall not be harmed."
“Well, then you better get to it, my dear.” Ophelia grinned back, curious to see exactly what the maid had in mind for today.
"You are good little cocksucker aren't you." He chuckled as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled off his cock. "Enough, now star using your lower mouth to please me." He commanded. By the time he would be finished with her, she would be his willing little toy. It would be good to have such an agent in Paris - both as a resource of income and a source of information. Oh, he would make her work her ass of. "Now, answer the questions slut." he ordered as she impaled herself on his dick. "Or do you want me to be rougher with you." He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, before moving his fingers to her nipples and started pinching them.
'You again!' Angelo called out, recognising the thief. He brandished his mace, looking at the man, 'You want that thing? You're not getting it, whatever it is.' There was a stand-off, Angelo wasn't sure who of them was the greater threat here exactly.
Mszczuj kiss her in mouth. "So, when you are alone in the forest, It is bigger chance to see you naked my dear? Good to know." He said put hand on her towel. "Maybe I should take away that too my dear? To let you for full conection with nature?" He tease her, moving his hands on her chest, up to towel.
“For now I want you to eat me while using the dildo to pleasure yourself.” Ophelia replied, then grabbed Felina's ass, pulled her close and kissed her, her tongue invading the maid's mouth.
Elise moans, bouncing up and down on his cock as she rides him, her cunt tight around his length, not used to a member of his size. "I-, yes! I want you to fuck me roughly!" He feels her grow wet.
The tall man cries out in pain, throwing away his tunic to reveal a bizarrely scarred chest, lines jutting out at odd angles. He flexes his back muscles, and suddenly a number of bumps erupt from his skin. The bumps stretch outwards, becoming long and thin, until they take up the form of four spider like limps that touch the ground and hold the man up into the air. Suddenly, the creature moves, limbs somehow adhering to the stone walls, and it crawls along the ceiling to pull shut the door behind Angelo, and smash away the handle. "You should have given the idol when you had a chance." It hisses, and the thief bolts for the window. Instead of pursuing, the creature bends its hellish limbs, and tenses up. Angelo realises that it's going to jump on the woman.
