"Well, love is a strong word. Lust would be a better descriptor." He laughs. "You could say that. I'm pretty sure that I'm not welcome back on my family lands because of my betrayal, now, and the king's brother nearly had me hanged, so yeah, you're probably better without family." "Oh, but I do so like the story, Allune." He sighs, before Ignatia tells him to shut up. After an uneventful bit of travel, they come within sight of Tarsovie.
'Yes, let's let the past behind and focus on what's important now,' Angelo nodded, before spotting the castle, 'There we are. Congratulations for a successful hunt are in order, I'd say. I'm looking forward to some venison later.'
She didn’t say anything as her hands went to respond to their touches with light touches of her own. The friction between their bodies began to build, Larisa still acting mostly passive, but responsive, parting her lips to allow the girl to explore the corners of her mouth as she writhed from the touch of her brother, that had surprising skill. When given some space to breath, she just gave a quick bashful nod, at the same time thinking they were taking too long to get anywhere. Trying to encourage them slightly, one of her arms wrapped around the woman back as Larisa tentatively delivered a light kiss to the other girl’s lips.
Allune took a deep breath, before letting out a relieved sigh as they neared the castle. "Haaah. We didn't get attacked by the knights. That's good, maybe they retreated back to wherever they came." She said as they continued to ride, "Anyway, let's prepare the deer, and boars. Hey Angelo, do you know where the hunters bring their catch?"
“Indeed, it is good to be close with one's family.” Ophelia agreed. “Unfortunately, sometimes misunderstandings happen. In fact, there was one such misunderstanding between me and Adriana – but I managed to clear things up before Benacio and I were sent here. At least, I think I cleared things – we'll see once she arrives...” The noblewoman shrugged, then asked a question of her own. “Any particular reason you're asking about Adriana? Is my brother not enough for you?”
'To the courtyard in front of the kitchen entrance, I'd imagine,' Angelo said, walking along beside the horses.
The siblings smile to each other, enjoying Larisa's enthusiasm. Taking the hint, the brother slides down her dress, revealing her pert tits, sucking and biting at her nipples, while the sister slides up Larisa's skirt, pulling aside her underwear to begin lapping at the witch's folds. "Tell me, girl, your sister, is she that bookish girl?"
"Of course, he's more than I could ask for." She looks at Ophelia. "It's simply, I never had a sister, so I'd like to be as close to you as you are with Adriana, if you catch my meaning."
A tired cook greets them in the courtyard. "Ah, good, we'll be needing some extra meat with the party coming."
Mszczuj gasp as his member getting harder on that. Damit, his body reaction betrayed him . "Oh... I see. I'm honored that you find me in that way but I have to refuse. " He said making little step back but not pushing away Marguerite yet.
Ophelia raised an eye at Miroslava's comment, wondering where this was going. “I'm not sure I do... I don't think I ever mentioned Adriana during my stay here, so I'm curious what you have heard. Did Benacio tell you something?”
@unisol_gr44 "Ah, great, someone came to pick it up." Allune cooed, but after hearing about the upcoming party. She froze, "Eh... Angelo, did you know about this party?" She asked as she dismounts from her steed.
Angelo helped to remove the animal carcasses from the horses and carry them to the cook. He pointed to the massive boar, 'This bastard was a whole lot of trouble, I hope at least he tastes good for all the hardship he caused us.' 'No, I had not heard of any parties,' Angelo shook his head.
"Ugh... I doubt it's a welcoming party for our group." Allune grumbled, "Which means it's someone's birthday... or there're more arriving nobles." She sighed.
She reached to respond to the girl with one arm, fingers brushing along her hips, trailing down across her flushing skin until they reached just between the girl's thighs and above her crotch, Larisa pressing two fingers deep on the lips of the blond's nether regions, and the witches other arm finding it's way to rub along the brother's crotch. Soon enough, clothes began to peel and shed, the witches body being teased to the point of need, but with a little assertion, her fingers wrapped around the man's cock to give it a few strokes and speed things along a bit as she heard the question. As far as she could tell, they bought the disguise. But then, they recognized her typical self as a prudish bookworm and here she was grinding her body against theirs. The change in personality combined with her accent was likely to cause a lot of confusion. "Mmm. She's the smarrrt one. Why?"
'There's a new inquisitor coming here, but I'd doubt they'd throw a party for him,' Angelo scratched his head, 'Maybe we should ask Ophelia? She'd know what's going on.'
Her hand moves upwards, and he feels himself assaulted by a wave of lust. "Are you sure?" The beautiful inquisitor smiles as she reaches his thigh.
"No, he babbled quite a bit when he was under the toxin's sway, but he said nothing to point to anything illicit." She smiles at Ophelia, taking in the other woman's curves. "Don't worry about how I know, focus instead on what I know. I know, for example, that your big sister loves these giant tits of yours." Miroslava reaches out to take a handful of one of Ophelia's mounds. "I know that she got on her knees before you, and licked your sweet little cunt." Her other hand touches Ophelia's clit through her dress.
"A new inquisitor?" Allune repeated, "Hopefully whoever they are, they'll be just like Marguerite." She said, before nodding. "Yeah, we'll just have to ask lady Ophelia when we get the chance."
Mszczuj gasp feeling coming promise of pleasure to him if he let it go. "Ye, yesss. I have to stay faithfull for my woman." Mszczuj take deep breath as his cock getting harder. "I... I'm sure that you understand that." He bite his mustache as Marguerite touching him.
