Seeing as she would have to part with her guard soon, Larisa approached Kuril and the other guy to strike up a conversation with them. "We arrived. Seems quite nice here...on the surface, anyway." Larisa frowned briefly but returned to giving Kuril a warm look. "Got patched up properly?"
Mszczuj nod. "Sure, but I hope you don't destroy your health in that way. It would loss if some sickness catch you." Now, they get their cucambers soup.
Olga leans against the side of the tub, her perky medium sized breasts pressing against it, as she answers, blushing. "Ve have problem... Vith imps. They sting me, make me feel hot, and nearly take me. Ilya fuck succubus." She giggles, and the young Russian man goes bright red.
The stick does a surprising amount of damage, partially caving in the creature's head. It stands, but sprints away rather than fight any longer. An arrow catches it in the leg as it runs, and it collapses, before limping up. Volenca chases after it, sending another ball of fire at it, burning it even more badly. Exhausted from the use of magic, she backs away, almost collapsing. "F-Finish it, would you?"
Angelo hurried after it and brought his weapon down to finish the creature. When it looked like it was dead, he turned to Volenca and approached her, 'Are you alright? You saved my hide back there, thank you. I didn't know you could do spells like that.' He listened for the sound of battle to know if the fight was over.
“Oh, my!” Ophelia looked at Ilya's blushing face briefly before her gaze returned to Olga's. “Looks like you got rather lucky there - I have not met any demons myself but based on what I have heard they can be quite dangerous, especially in large groups. Our trip, on the other hand, was pretty boring and uneventful.” She said as started washing her large breasts, pretending not to notice the looks she was getting.
Allune keeps on licking around his cockhead, before finally moving toward his shaft. She was still just randomly licking, while she fondled his balls.
"Honestly? Surprisingly young. From the way dadd-father portrayed her, I was expecting some sort of old crone that couldn't be exposed to natural light else it will burn up. She looks quite good for her age." Larisa put emphasis on the part looks to make it clear that she still wasn't willing to get fully friendly, but she sounded less certain of her being a almost demonically evil entity that enjoyed the suffering of mortals...but she hadn't seen a lot of evidence to refute that. Usually the burden of proof would be on the party that brings the issue up, but this was one of those times she'd make an exception. "She didn't waste time trying to get friendly with those noble kids. They seem pretty nice, overall though...I'd be surprised if Illya doesn't end up snapping his own spine trying to impress that girl and Olga is probably trying to get friendly with them...I already did the, as Illya put it "Cock blocking" once. He was joking, obviously..but they're adults. I can't be around to tell them what they can and can't do. Just teach them the best I can to make good decisions....though I'm still not convinced Illya ever really needed to be charmed by the succubus to begin with." She laughed off the laugh part. Really, she was just as bad as they were. Her perverted dreams were evidence of that. She was just less open about it.
"Y-Yes." She breathes heavily. "I'm fine, just tired. I can't do too many of those. Luckily it was just the one." There's a scream, and one of the men lies on the ground bleeding as the last Shakar is killed.
Olga nods. "If zey sting you, izz hard to resist. I can not. They lifting my dress when I am recue by Larisa and guards." Ilya adds "I was there too!" Olga grins. "Vith no pants and no swwords, fool."
He laughs. "I highly, highly doubt it. He probably went with her entirely willingly. If I didn't suspect that she was luring Ilya away so the imps could rape your sister, I'd say poor succubus." He takes a swig of his wine. "As for the lady, well, if you don't feel safe here, I can stay."
'I'm glad you're okay. I better go help,' Angelo said to Volenca and hurried to the bleeding soldier. 'Hang in there,' the monk said and spoke a prayer in Latin, asking the Lord to heal the soldier's bleeding wound, and laid his hands on the gash in his side.
Ophelia chuckled and returned Olga's grin. “Sounds like it was quite the little adventure. Good that it all ended well. Though I hope you will be more careful in the future - I'd hate to see something happen to a beautiful girl like you, Olga.” Ophelia smiled at the girl and kept washing herself. “Or to you, Ilya.” She added after a moment.
"I'd still rather have you where they need you. Everything will work out. Olga and Illya will defend me as always, and as always, I'll be protecting them. Those nobles from earlier didn't really set off any alarms to me, and my brother and sister are going to drool over anything anyway. I can't promise the safety of any monster or person that attempts to assault them, though I imagine the amount of scenarios where that happens with them being very few and far between. In any case, we'll manage."
The inquisitor swears. "You can have armour that'll block swords, spears, whatever, but these bloody hellhounds bite through it like it's paper." The man bleeds through a bit wound on his torso. Using magic, Angelo feels the power leave him and travel to the wound, staunching the bleeding and closing it. The man's still hurt, but he'll live.
