She kisses him. "Not a compliment. If you weren't good looking, you'd be outside, freezing your ass off in a tent."
'That's harsh,' Angelo said and scooted very close to Marguerite, their bodies touching, 'I think I prefer it in here with you to the cold outside.'
The Scottish woman quickly draws another rune pointing at the bandit swinging a poleaxe at the elderly man and simply hopes that it'll fire off in time before leaving it and bolting up behind the bandit charging for the younger man pinned under the horse hoping to stab him from behind.
"Egh? Mm-what the hell is--mngh.." Her sudden alarm was cut off by the sensation that coursed through her pussy. How did it...she wasn't sure how it happened, but as soon as it came into contact with her nether regions, the feeling had came flooding back from before and she was too weak to summon up any magic power to do anything about it. It had sneaked into her tent, under her covers and worked it's way to the most vulnerable parts of her body without her able to do anything about it other than react with a audible moan, her mouth start to open into a shape of confused pleasure. She didn't really know how this happened, but the flooding of her panties made it that she was too turned on to care, staring at the growing bulge of the imp with fascination and worry.
"Yeah, whatever that creature was. The spirits were disgusted with it." Allune added, "I don't know if that knight made more, or if he'll come back. But you should tell the guards to not let anyone out at night, and to keep a sharp eye around. Especially when the animals suddenly get quiet. When that thing was still alive, the forest was dead silent."
The bandit doesn't hear her approach until it's too late, her sword piercing through the gaps in his armour and impaling him. He falls over, dead, and the man on the ground, a good looking youth of about 19 or 20, smiles up at her. From the lessons Morwenna has been giving Rhaelicca in between their travel and sex, the pagan realises he's asking for her to pull out from under his horse, pinning him to the ground.
Angelo held her close and pulled the bedsheet over them. 'Good night, Marguerite,' he said, idly stroking her skin, as he slowly drifted to sleep.
"Aye, I'll help ya lad. Just be careful. You might have broken something." Rhaelicca helps to push the horse off of the man and pulls him to his feet. Once he starts to put weight on them, she hugs around his middle and keeps him pulled up until she's sure that he's steady.
The imp kisses her, elongated tongue dancing with hers, as it thrusts forwards, its large member, far too large for its small body, entering her, giving her a massive jolt of pleasure. It begins thrusting forwards at a rapid pace, kissing her and mauling her breasts with its hands.
Darius nods. "I'll head out to tell the bailiff." He leaves her house, walking towards the rotuse, the town hall.
He wakes before dawn, the blue light of the premorning sun coming through the window, illuminating Marguerite as she puts on her armour. Having lived his life in a monastery, waking before dawn every day, he's not particularly drowsy or tired.
Not able to do much more than scream while also letting out a moan into it's mouth, she shudders at the fast intrustion into her untouched folds. She had fantasies like this before, but never thought about actually losing her virginity in such a royally fucked up way. The imp assaulted her body, that could only react with more rapid fire shudders, uncontrollable and eager for the thick red cock that worked it's way inside of her with a surprising amount of ease. She had always thought it would be much harder and how that thing even fit inside of her was a scientific marvel, in it's own right. Every part of her body actively in deep seated lust, Larisa creaking her chin upwards to allow the imp to assert his dominating kiss easier, and her own tongue soon returning to meet his, with some awkward inexperience. It didn't really matter with the imp being a creature that's only thoughts were to just fuck and asserting itself without any concern for skill or technique, leaving it's strange demonic saliva leaking into her mouth while her body continued to get brutalized, her panic being replaced with long drawn out muffled moans as her pussy clamped down onto the imp's cock, trying to pull it further in, and then further, to the point that her womb was endanger of it's demonic seed.
As she does it, the young squire holds onto her waist. He speaks again, smiling, though she has trouble understanding. He says something about liking being rescued by a beautiful woman. As he speaks, the old man drops his sword, grabs a mace, and slams it against the head of the man attacking him, who drops like a sack of bricks, twitching slightly. @Regin34 The man Mszczuj knocked over drops what remains of his weapon and holds his hand up in front of his face, shouting in Lithuanian "I surrender!"
Her body squeezes around the demon's cock, as it hammers inside her at a furious pace. Feeling herself brought to another orgasm, her head rocks back and her vision goes pink. Opening her eyes, she's still being fucked, but no longer by the imp. She realises she's looking into the eyes of Ilya, then of Kuril, then even those of Olga. Finally, as the shifting figure fucking her changes back into the imp, her senses are overwhelmed by pleasure, and she climaxes, her juices pouring everywhere. Waking with a start, Larisa sees that she's alone in her tent. Feeling herself, she realises that her virginity is intact, but that she's exceedingly wet.
"Mm. That's a good idea." Allune nodded, before looking at Matthias, "Would you like to stay for supper?" She asked with a smile.
Rhaelicca chuckles at his comment and pats his chest gently. "Aye, well I think ye might have hit your head on the way down. Save the flirting for later." After she's sure that he can stand on his own, she returns to Morwenna, "How you feeling lass? Didn't get hit by any stray arrow did ye?"
He nods. "I'd love to, but don't want to intrude." He grins. "I don't want to forget my place in front of a noble lady like yourself." As they talk, they can smell the scent of venison cooking.
Morwenna swears in gaelic, tearing open the sleeve of her robe to cast a healing spell on the gash there. "Idiot bowman. What about you?"
"You sure? You haven't really treated me like a noble lady in all our years, why start now?" Allune asked with a grin, as the smell of venison wafted in the air. "Come on, we hunted, it's only fair we both eat it too." She pulls him toward the dining table, forcing him to sit next to her.
