Adriana kisses back. "Oh, you bet I will, and you bet we will. I'm not exactly going to rush out and tell people, you needn't worry." As Ophelia gets up to leave, Adriana says "Ophelia. Thank you."
She spreads her legs in front of him, showing off her pink vagina. "You know how I licked you? Now I want you to do the same to me. Learn to do this well enough, and any woman who lays with you will be putty in your hands."
The young monk looked at Marguerite's pussy with fascination, as he climbed on the bed with her. He chuckled, 'I don't plan on laying with many women, but... if it will please you... tell me if I do it right or wrong.' He positioned himself between her legs, his hand apprehensively touching her legs. Tentatively, almost afraid, he started to lick at her pussy. He was good enough at it... for his first time, but he'd definitely need some pointers to become great at it.
Letting out a sigh of annoyance, all the while rubbing her thighs together as she stood, the awkwardness of the situation was starting to build. She kissed her sister once, but it never happened again and she never really considered Olga attractive in that way before. It was much harder not to notice. Or how good looking any of the men around her with were too, in fact. In her head, Larisa has to imagine what would have happened if it had been her instead of Olga to be subjected to that gang of imps. Would she have saved herself? Or would she have been subjected to something more? Forced on her knees, stripped and exposed with that whole swarm shoving their cocks in her face trying to force her to blow them.... "Never mind that. We shouldn't stick around these parts for longer." It was good that Larisa had thought to mark the way they came to make it easier to get through these woods and back to somewhere safe enough to camp, and at least have the soldiers there to treat their injuries...then..she would need a private chance to take care of this. Olga still being out of it...Larisa thought of what she should do. Nobody here would really go out of her way to take advantage of her like this, but if she was overdrove with the arousal, it was possibly she'd go out of her way to try and make them. The only solution for it she could think of was to keep Olga close and in her tent until it wore off on it's own, grabbing her by the hand to keep her close by while attempting not to stare too hard at Ilya's cock still hanging out, which didn't help the flush color heating on Larisa's cheeks, forcing her to look away from him and fight back a weird tingle of curiosity that she wasn't proud of. "...do you want to cover that up already?"
“Anything for you, sis.” Ophelia smiled at her sister, then got off the bed and picked up her clothes that she had dropped earlier. Quickly she put on her undergarments, then looked at Adriana. “Mind giving me a hand with my dress, sis?”
The inquisitor gives him instruction, teaching him about her clit and g-spot, getting wetter as his skill increases. She pulls him up and kisses him, tasting her own juices on his lips. "Time for me to make you a man."
Ilya pulls up his hose to cover his dick, as Kuril takes charge of the situation. They get moving, covering several miles before dusk, when they set up camp. All the while, Larisa's lust increases. Olga has come to her senses, but Larisa notices that she's giving the same glances at everyone around capable of scratching her itch that Larisa is starting to give.
She nods, helping Ophelia with the laces. "Tell me," she says as she works, "is this the first time you've considered doing that with a sibling?"
Angelo followed her instructions, learning more about female anatomy than probably any monk he knew, he adjusted quickly to her teachings. Unlike before, when he just stood there stunned and let Marguerite kiss him, Angelo returned her kiss and pressed his chest down on her ample bosom, loving the feeling of her skin on his. He took a deep breath and gulped, 'So... this is it... no way back now. I can't believe we are about to do this. I don't even know you more than a day.' He chuckled at the absurdity of the situation.
"Sorry if I worried you, but something about the knight we encountered just seemed. Off. I didn't know it was that kind of off!" Allune said, "Still, don't you think we did good? I don't know what that thing was waiting for, but if someone else went to check on the gamekeeper. They won't be as lucky as us." She added, as they continued walking toward her horse.
Larisa seeing Olga start to settle down, doesn't really let her sister out of her sight, trying to keep an eye on things...but the feeling was worsening. Biting her inner lip, it was getting increasingly noticeable how her nipples were starting to tent underneath her clothes and how her panties were starting to soak underneath. Olga would mostly be fine on her own. But Larisa's breath was getting continually more ragged as she thought about more and more ways to try and satisfy the need burning in her unused virgin hole. She was pretty sure, she'd find someone hard pressed enough to stick it in anything, but Larisa didn't have plans to lose it to any of them. Not some strange men, she didn't know Kuril that well, and she certainly wasn't going to ask her brother. That left her with doing the one option of telling Olga to stay put so Larisa could break away for a moment to just go slightly away from camp. Not nearly as far as her siblings had ventured out. She could still see things when she looked back, but she ducked back against the tree, back pressed up against the bark, and her face locked only able to stare downward at her aching body while she squeezed one of her tits and let her fingers start to hike up her skirt.
Ophelia blushed at the question. “Well... as far as relatives go, I've never gone beyond thinking 'she's so pretty' - and even that was after I had had a bit too much wine. I had never gone further than that... until now. What about you, sis? Ever imagined you'd be doing this sort of thing?”
Margeurite places his hands on her breasts, rubbing her wet snatch against his length."I'm all yours, tonight."
"Good point. We're heroes!" He smiles, helping her on her horse. "I'll see you tomorrow, before you leave?"
"Well, never consciously. I think maybe I dreamt about it a few times, though." She finishes tying Ophelia's laces. "Done!" She gives Ophelia's round ass a slap.
"That we are." Allune giggled as she got on her horse, "Come on, he can carry the both of us. I'll take drop you off in the village." She said, offering her hand to him so that he could mount as well.
Angelo rubbed her heavy breasts, loving how soft and malleable they were in his hands, 'You're incredibly beautiful, Marguerite.' Shuddering at the moves of her nethers along his length, he gulped and then grasped his cock at its root. Slowly, he rubbed his cockhead on her pussy lips, not quite sure where to put it. He placed his tip at her entrance, but didn't move yet, a bit afraid to do it wrong, 'Is it down here?' At least he didn't try to enter her backdoor by accident.
"Ha. Ha. Very funny." Allune said in a sarcastic tone, as she makes her horse gallop toward the village. It was best to leave the forest immediately, lest there be more of those things after all.
