'The Lord created us and everything around us, how can there be older gods than him?' Angelo asked, 'But, it really doesn't matter much whom they serve, they are murdering people as they please, they need to be stopped. It is good knowing that you are on our side, Guardian... or at least on your own side and not with them.' The young man's eyes darted briefly to Larisa, 'Well, we have warned you about them... I don't think there is much else to discuss. We probably should leave you to your privacy.' He looked at the other three women in the hall, so they could say something they had on their mind, before they left.
Larisa tried to focus on bits and pieces of the conversation, but in the middle of worshipping the beast man’s cock, any responses were just a muffled mess as she went back to sucking him down, using slow movements to run her lips across the shaft, eyes straight ahead focused on the monster cock in front of her. When it came back out of her mouth again, she bowed her head, then arching upward, allowing his fat cock to rest along her face, feeling the rough skin imprint on her soft skin, and her mouth still hanging open, looking utterly engrossed in pleasing it, offering a few licks, as it mostly sat idle on her for the time being, the look in her eyes as she stared upwards, planting another kiss along his shaft, eyeing upwards to the pig monster, perfectly happy to act as his cock holster.
He begins riding out the gate, a man holding her father's banner riding next to him. Benacio opens his mouth to utter a reply, when an arrow hits the bannerman in the neck. Ophelia watches as he falls from the saddle, as a wave of black figures emerge from the forest. Coming closer, she sees that they're knights, clad in black armour, with shining red crosses on their surcoats and banners. Beside the knights, are demons of various shapes and sizes, from humanoid goatmen, to the small, perverted imps, to bestial hellhounds, and behind them a human archers in black gambesons. A rider at the front, wearing a greathelm with something emblazoned upon it that's too far away for Ophelia to make out, raises his hand, before dropping it, and the enemy force springs forwards, rushing into the village. The archers nock and loose their arrows, killing two more of Ophelia's men. As the enemy force rampages through the village, screams sounding as people are butchered, Benacio turns his mount and gallops back for the safety of the castle. Behind him, several black knights follow in a wedge formation.
With nothing more to discuss, the hall goes silent but for the sounds of Larisa working the pig man's shaft, before heavy footsteps echo. A guardsman, in the colours of Miroslava's house, runs inside and collapses, bleeding heavily. "M-Men. Black...armour." He passes out. Miroslava approaches him, slapping his face. "What men? Where? Wake up, damn you?" She slaps him again, as the Guardian stands, looking down at Larisa. "Cock sleeve, go fetch my clothes, I left them in the bedroom. Get my axe as well, the bearded one, not the wood cutter." He gives the orders to Larisa, and then addresses the group. "Men are outside, a large number of them."
Mszczuj bite his mustache, as always when he focus on something in mind. " Yes, It will have to be enough what we can get. And keept eye on Darius, he tried to escape and killed one of my men, what cost him hand. He is still dangrous. "He said and look at noble lady. " There is no need making room for me or my men, we will stay in tents. " And it let them stay tougether.
Angelo rushed to the wounded soldier, seeing if his magical skills could save him, 'They are attacking already? Damn, they move quicker than we thought. What should we do?'
"The man tried to rape my daughter. Believe me, he'll be kept under tight guard, and if he makes another escape attempt, then we'll hang him. As for your accommodations, you may stay in tents, if you wish, but I'll need your word that you'll tell the Duke that we offered you the choice to sleep in the castle. Your liege already doesn't care for the king. I'll not give him reason to complain that his men were denied hospitality."
Snapping to attention at the news, which took a little longer than it should have to register, she rose from her position, not having time to be concerned about more of the crowd gathering, gathering the pig monster’s gear hoping that he would prove it was worth the trouble to keep him happy. The axe that Larisa had found required a lot of strain for her to lift and her muscles were aching ready to drop by the time she got back to the throne room to kneel and offer it. After she was done that, Larisa hastily righted her clothes before approaching the rest of the group. “I knew they would come again...I didn’t think that it would be so soon. Is it better to just hold up here where it’s mostly isolated for now?”
"Yeah, well, as much as I'd like to keep away from them. If we let them be, they'll just attack more villages, and create more fo those... things." Allune replied with a sigh, "Anyway, that mustached knight will be coming with us. And, hopefully, we'll have proper weapons to deal with that faceless thing."
Ophelia let out a curse unbefitting a lady – but right now she could not care less about proper lady behavior. “Get back to the castle and close the gate!” She shouted at their remaining men - hopefully her shout would help shake them out of their shock caused by the surprise attack and sudden deaths of their friends - and turned her horse around, galloping after her brother.
"Kill them. I've recieved my payment, so time to do my job." The pig man snarls. The massive beast pats Larisa's head as he takes hold of the massive axe, holding it as though it weighed nothing, and pulls on his clothing. "No, I'f we wait in here, they'll kill and attack the people of Tarsowie. You can join me, if you wish, or stay here and prepare yourself for another fuck." He looks up at Angelo. "You can join me or stay here, as well."
Larisa wasn’t thrilled about dealing with an enemy she knew nothing about, but still gave a nod of assent to contribute though she doubted how much use she’d have in a large scale engagement. Taking a look over to Sarva, Larisa’s face was back to looking analytical and focused. “What have you seen from how they fight? What kind of powers do they have?”
"I certainly hope so. Damn, I was hoping never to see one of those things again, but I probably won't be welcomed back home due to my betrayal, so I'll have to stick to you for now. Aren't you a lucky girl?" He gives his trademark grin, though Allune sees a hidden glint of fear. Ignatia looks pensive. "Have you talked much with the Polish knight?"
They make it back just in time, the heavy iron portcullis slamming into the ground just in front of the knight's charge, and the drawbridge begins to close. The horsemen begin to retreat from the castle as crossbowmen fire down at them from the walls, heading down to the village.
'I know how to swing a mace, but I'm not sure how much help I'd be against knights in full armour,' Angelo said, but grabbed his mace, ready to follow the beast man outside.
Once they were inside the relative safety of the castle Ophelia immediately checked on her brother and their surviving men, to see if anyone was wounded.
"I'm scared too. But if we don't do this, you can forget about defending your lands, since everyone will be dead." Allune said to Lukas, as she noticed the fear in his eyes. "The knight... no we haven't spoken much, but his missions is more or less the same as ours. Which is to hunt down those black knights, and stop the demonic attacks on their villages."
Sarva shakes her head. "I never saw them. I was in the village when they first tried to recruit my sisters, and when they k-killed them." Marguerite cracks her neck. "The mace is best against armour. Just do as I've taught you, and you'll be fine. Alright, let's go." The pig man nods, and Miroslava decides to stay inside with Sarva, as Marguerite, Larisa, Angelo and the Guardian exit the cave. Marguerite curses at her lack of armour and weapons. "If either of you speak a word of this to anyone, I swear I will kill you." She pulls the robe up and over her head, tossing it to the side, revealing her exquisite naked body, before her skin turns red and she transforms into a succubus, long claws and fangs revealing that she's ready for combat despite her nakedness. Outside, a group of 15 black knights armed with spears and maces await, their red crosses glowing. Their leader, wearing a greathelm with a strange assymetrical pattern on it, speaks. "Will you submit?" He addresses the Guardian. The pig man says nothing, moving forward to swing his axe. The leader of the crusaders dodges out of the way, but the massive axe, with supernatural strength behind it, carves through one of the knights. The rest form a shield wall, moving towards the Guardian, clearly intending to stab it from a distance.
Benacio snaps off part of an arrow embedded in his shoulder. "God's blood, fuck that hurts." The screams can be heard from the village, but the enemy make no moves yet against the castle.
