Eanne needed a few moments to decide how to answer that question. “I''ll say it's a woman I care about, but she's not special to me the way my future husband or wife will be...” Eanne's thoughts went back to that day as she recalled her naked body pressing against her mother's, the older woman's dress the only thing separating them as the two women danced a rather complex dance... followed by her mother actually keeping her side of the bet – stripping naked, getting down on her knees, and demonstrating that she was indeed very skilled with her mouth... “I was surprised that she honored her side of the bet – since the whole thing started as a silly joke I would not have held it against her if she had refused... But enough about that.” Eanne shook her head. “I doubt I will be doing any more naked dancing... well, maybe if you asked me nicely, but that's the only exception...”
“Oh, I'm sure you'll think of something...” Eanne smirked as she got up. “Anyway, I think we got a little distracted here... let's get back to dancing, shall we?” She offered her hand to Sitra.
"Oh my. How wonderful." Vizelle hummed, taking in his scent. Before licking his cockhead clean, and then taking him into her mouth. "Mmmh." She hummed, bobbing her head up, and down his length.
Elena smiled. "Then, after we finish the inspection, we can retreat to my quarters to discuss... things." Elena chuckled. The two moved with their escort to Ingrid's cell. "An here, we are keeping the high profile prisoner." She said as she waved to the guards. She would corner the man and try to discover his reasons for plotting treason. Maybe he could still be salvaged.
"Sure." Sitra seems simultaneously pleased and reluctant to change the subject. "Let's go." She takes Eanne's hand.
"Ahh, nice..." The sergeant grins, taking a handful of her hair and guiding her up and down his cock, his length sliding to the front of her throat. "I knew knocking out the lieutenant would be worth it..."
"Oh, I thought we'd be going straight to your cabin. Your offer was-" He sees Ingrid inside the room, and his fists clench. "Ah, I understand."
Feeling his cock slide down her throat, Vizelle shuddered. Her sensitive body making it feel as if he was fucking her pussy instead. "Ghk. Ghk. Ghk." The sorceress' hands slowly moves to pleasure herself, one groping her breasts, while the other gently caressed her pussy through her soaked panties.
"Good." Elena nodded, as her guards took posts behind her, weapons at the ready. "Then care to explain?"
"So good... So fucking good..." He moans lewdly, grabbing her head to roughly fuck her throat. Vizelle quickly feels the man's balls churning, so close to her chin, and realises that he'll quickly be cumming down her throat.
"Guhk. Guhk. Guhk!" Vizelle accepted his rough thrust, licking and sucking his shaft as he fucked her throat. And as she felt his balls churning, the sorceress speeds up her own pleasure. Pinching her nipples, and clitoris. She aimed to orgasm the same time as he did.
"I make no excuses." He faces her, looking dignified and stoic. "I betrayed my oath to the emperor. I did it for the empire, to get rid of the fools running our military, and replace them with fighting men and women of quality. I tried and failed, so do what you will." He tenses into a fighting stance, after ordering his guards to stand down.
"Damn, you're a naughty little whore..." He moans, closing his eyes and leaning back, before spurt after spurt of his warm cum sprays down the sorceress' throat.
"Mhmhmmmm!" Vizelle moaned on his cock as she orgasmed, squirting her juices onto the floor. While gulping down his seed, "Gulp. Gulp. Mmmh." After she was sure he unloaded everything, the sorceress licks his cock clean. "Haahn. Delicious." She cooed, opening her mouth to show him how nothing was left.
The old soldier grins. "Damn, you'd give Dubernay's courtesans a run for their money. Lucky for me a slut like you ended up in the order, and not the bordellos. I'd never have been able to afford you." He idly gropes her breasts through the skimpy bra, and Vizelle sees his cock begin to rise. "Twice in a row? Heh, that's rare for me. You're something special, slut." He pushes her away, before looking lecherously at her. "Get on your hands and knees. I ain't done."
"Fufu. I aim to please, after all, this is your hard earned reward." Vizelle hummed, shivering as he played with her breasts. She licks her lips as she sees his cock harden again. "Aahn. How rough. I like it." She grins, getting on all fours, presenting her perfectly shaped ass to the sergeant.
“If you ever want to try dancing in the nude, away from prying eyes, I'll be happy to... assist you.” Eanne offered as they resumed the lesson. All this talk about nude dancing was starting to affect her, but she tried to focus on what they were doing.
Elena hummed thinking for a moment. Only Ingrid's moans interrupted the silence. "Your reasons... are not as... ill, as former confessor's." Elena said after a moment. "I shall give you chance to present your reasons before the Emperor. You will explain your reasons and motivations for your actions. Our Lord, will be the one to decide your fate." She narrowed her eyes. "Is that understood?"
The man grins, pulling away her panties before entering her with a sharp thrust. He's a brutish as his appearance would suggest, fucking her with brutally hard thrusts, intermixed between slaps to her ass and hard squeezes to her breasts.
