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"Well, you keep secrets for living." Lyudmila chuckles softly, scritching softly across the top of Olena's breasts until her fingertips rest at the cups of the other woman's bra, slowly peeling the fabric downwards until it reaches the edge of Olena's - by this point quite erect - nipples. She...

"And what..." The baron slides the leather of the knout slowly across her skin, letting her feel the roughness across her stomach, and then the underside of her breasts, and finally circles the tip around one nipple and then the other. "...secrets would a vagabond heiress have to share? Shameful...

"Ah...Ah...Ah...!" The queen's gasps of delight fill the room, skin caked in sweat, looking back at him with a less than regal hunger, as Eran feels pleasure both from the tightness of her ass and the depraved thrill of soiling someone so high in status. As his fingers roam her, circling in time...

Lyudmila's eyes glint softly as she gazes up at the spy, letting the Vixen climb atop her and pin her down with a minimum of fuss. Her fingers squeeze the soft flesh of Olena's hips. All of a sudden, she bucks upwards as she turns, bringing Olena's back crashing down onto the sheets as Lyudmila...

Benson and Maria protest but can't fight back as he gags their mouths, their complaints muffled by the thick fabric. Moving a nearby chair into the corner, Witch keeps watch on the CIA spooks and the door at the same time, showing her tradecraft. With their charges secure, Alistair has the...

"Those suit you." Lyudmila utters as Olena bares herself - though frustratingly her tone is so neutral that Olena can't quite judge whether it's just fashion appreciation or appreciation for he body underneath the lingerie. Her laugh is warm and loud, more of a cackle, as Olena makes her...

"H-Hah...Hah..." The queen pants, her gorgeous skin covered in a shimmering layer of sweat. "We are pleased to see you're capable of going again." She looks back at him. "We have been...disappointed, before." She says, before subtly nodding her head, allowing him into perhaps the most secure...

"Sounds like a challenge." Reuger chuckles, reaching forward, the cuffs clanking heavily as they clamp firmly around her wrists. "I suppose, then, I'll have to give you a reason to come back and get caught again..." Hand on her arm, he guides her to the bed.

"Y-Yes..." She groans, flesh yielding to his thrusts, tired as she turns her head to face him with yearning eyes. "A tool, but... Please...Give me a chance... A chance, ooh, to regain your interest...I don't...I don't want to be alone again, in that fucking, ugh, box..."

Cerim's fucktoy snuggles up against his rod, semi-conscious, as the elf sees the two humans already lacing up their breeches - it seems they're not quite as used to how draining women like the elf's pets can be. Turning his attention, Cerim sees Daisy smiling happily and absentmindedly as she...

Witch comes to the railing. "Hmm... The green one looks like scopolamine." She says. Alistair knows it pretty well - agencies across the world have long sought a 'truth serum', but scopolamine is about as far as they've gotten. It can't force someone to tell the truth, but it lowers inhibitions...

"I'm starting to. You kind of wear your heart on your sleeve." Lyudmila smirks, turning. "Da, tovarisch." The phone goes off not long after that - Mama's voice is terse and to the point as she explains that Olena and Lyudmila will be infiltrating the West via the tunnels underneath Berlin. She...

"Ah... Hah..." The queen groans, pressing her hips back to meet his steady thrusts and drive him deeper within her. Working his finger in past her tight rim and into her ass, he hears her hard exhalation soften over time. "That is...not as unpleasant as We thought..." She finally moans. "But...

"I had...ambitions." He grins. "Come now, a woman like you who fights for a living... Don't tell me you've never imagined it. Being caught. Restrained. At the mercy of a man..." The cuffs jangle slightly as he picks them up.

Eran feels the human twitch and writhe in time with his ministrations against her clit, juices dripping down onto his hand as he eagerly molests the royal. "You are lucky, ooh, you have our favour..." She groans, ass clinging tight as he slowly eases out of her and fills her womanhood once more.

"Hah, as you please." Reuger chuckles, holding up his pants with one hand as the other grips hers. She's pulled through the cold corridors, naked footsteps on the cobblestones, Claudia imagining that every intersecting pathway contains a leering pair of eyes as they go past. Finally, they enter...

"Sounds pretty." Lyudmila admits, lifting her long legs up onto the bed to laze about on her side. "And while we were in Odessa I could swipe some jewelry from the party members' wives vacationing." She adds with a cheeky smirk, before growing pensive. "Berlin isn't Lviv, but I'm sure there are...

"Got it." Witch nods, pulling out a micro camera and approaching the board. As Alistair watches the couple, he sees Maria quiet down, regulating her breathing and keeping herself calm - though occasionally swearing. Benson, on the other hand, blusters and threatens, shouting out about who he is...

"U-Ungh..." The ghost elf groans loudly. "You...I...I will lead you to the jewels...Help you track down my descendants..." She promises.