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The unlikely duo! (QB X Ursa)

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Isleen, the Sorceress of Darkwood: A feared Witch from the forests of a village named Tipa. Said to have 'cursed' the entire village on a whim, Inquisitioners searched and arrested her. Now, she awaits for her execution upon Saint's Haven.

Brother Roland, of Saint Yuleri: A battle brother from the Ordo Malleus. Stoic and devoted to Saint Yuleri, Roland has seen his fair share of battles protecting the faithful from brigands and escorting pilgrims. He houses a deep seated hatred for Witches and the enemies of the Church.

Marisala of the Darkest Black: Isleen's teacher and the head of the Blackwood Coven. She had raised her as her own, yet vanished one day leaving behind all of her notes, books and studies for her barely-trained pupil. Considered alive, seeing as her oathstone remains unblemished. Perhaps the inspiration for Isleen's fashion sense...

Brother Alphard, of Saint Yuleri: A devotist from the Ordo Sacrementus. Despite his high standards for faith and devotion, he has shown to be a caring mentor to his pupils. His harsh training helped shape Roland to the man he is now. He knows much about the boy's past.

Lord Daniel, of House Durham: A Duke from the ruling house of Durham. Cunning with a suave side about him, Daniel plots for the downfall of the royal family of Revis by co-operating with the Schwarzivald republic. His charm can win over most women's heart.
 
Saint's Haven, as it was known, was a citadel built upon the Martyr's rock, the very site where Inquisitioners loyal to the Shining Prophet, under the lead of Saint Teram died in their valiant fight, defending the statue of the venerated Saint Yuleri from the hands of heathens. Today only the statue remains of the old temple that once stood, built upon it was a mighty fortress and a long tower known today as Saint's Haven. But to others, it had another name: Crowshaw. Why so? Because the bodies of witches, heretics and non-believers hung within it's patterned battlements, denied a proper burial in testament to their disgraceful beliefs.

One such witch was the Blackwood Sorceress. The villagers of Tipa had long complained of a witch who had cursed their wells and hexed their crops to ruin. With righteous zeal she was weeded out, paraded before the pilgrim's road and then sentenced to death by the tribune. Now, Roland, the very Inquisitioner who had watched over the tower, walked past the rotting smell of dead flesh as he walked towards the cell.

She had been given a flowing robe, a habit that they had told her to don to hide her...immodest dress, yet time and time again she refused, instead using the modest clothing as a mattress to supplant the bare ground she slept in. Time and time again she was tortured under mental duress to reveal the location of her Coven leader, Marisala of the Darkest Black, yet time and time again she professed that she was the leader of the coven. Water wheels and threats did little to extract from her the information they craved, until one day she was sentenced to her death: her limbs and joints to be shattered upon the 7 Virtues, then left to hang upside down on the 7th ring of the tower, for her to recount her sins as the crows fed on her flesh.

Today was indeed her execution. She was to be escorted to the lower areas, first to the chapel for her confession and then to the execution grounds. With his mace readied, he went to the cell where the woman's immodest figure was framed upon the wall, arms spread out and chained with manacles. She was forced into the air, supporting most of her weight from her wrists while her ankles were spread out. The position she was forced to keep for almost hours now, surely they would have run her wit to an end. "Your execution awaits, Heretic." Roland said, reading from the sentencing scroll, "You are to attend to the Chapel for your last rites and you are to speak with Brother Markus, of Saint Yuleri." That last line was rather atypical: not many could gain an audience with the senior inquisitioner shortly before their death.

Despite that, Roland walked close, reaching up as he cuffed a Talisman upon her collared neck, holding the magic sink steady. If she tried to cast any spell, the talisman would absorb it as her arms and ankles were unchained, hands forced to her neck level as she was stockaded and led down, flanked by two grimfaced Inquisitioners, dressed in their battle regalia...the very uniform the executioners wore shortly before dispatching their prisoners in a brutal and painful way...
 
Ursa-Hime wrote:​

Contrary to the Hell she had been put through the past few days, this current prison and stocks felt like child's play. Isleen laughed to herself, looking as Roland arrived.

Immediately perking up, she smiled brightly at him despite the awkward position her body was in. "Roland! How kind of you to come and get me yourself~ I'd clap but as you can see that's a bit difficult right now!" She managed cheerfully, even as he cuffed a talisman to her collar, making her squirm.

"Oh honey~ do you really think that sort of thing can keep you safe against a Witch~? Well no matter, it looks like I have an important date to keep~" She said in a sing-song voice, as they paraded her around, her voluptuous form more than showing and enticing all those who would dare to glance at her, to come closer and look harder.

As they made their way to the chapel for her so-called 'confession', Isleen tilted her head towards Roland. "What's considered a sin honey~? Drinking too much~? Loving too much~?" she giggled, enjoying the little banter she was having with him, even if it was completely one sided.
 
Yes, the Coven witch had been so kind as to tell 'everyone' about her apparent infatuation with him, going so far as to blabber on about how the two were star-crossed lovers. In fact, she had to be gagged every single time, yet he didn't like hearing her gagged screams either. Whether they were in masochistic pleasure or genuine agony he knew not, but he just wished this woman would close her yap! Roland was indeed the one who found her home, nestled within the ruins of an ancient keep, with moss growing over the stone walls. A humble little house filled with many magical trinkets, inscriptions and scrolls. When they crossed looks for the first time they were visibly entranced, but all that ended when he had proclaimed the warrant for her arrest.

Had this been another world, the two would have truly fallen for each other.

"My faith alone can protect against your foul magicks, witch." he declared, a hint of weariness forming in his voice. He tried not to look back; temptation would always gnaw at the back of his head. True, he was abstinent, but even a man's primal desires could be awakened with the right vision... "And this is not a simple get-away. You are going to be executed. Have some modesty about yourself, you wanton wench." He tugged the chain a little bit, forcing her to take an extra step forward or to even lose her balance.

"All things in excess is considered a sin." he sighed, "But you ought to know that, you loose-moraled woman." he said, tugging her close. Such cold and almost unwanting eyes... the two Duosme bowed as they reached the lower area. This was the execution chamber. The last moments of her life was going to take place here, after her confession her sentence would be carried out. Having witnessed or taken part in many executions before, he expected this to be no different: defiant until the beginning, begging for mercy halfway as the pain became too great. Her execution was to be the four Sorrows, where she would be shackled down, each limb broken before letting her bleed out very slowly. It was never designed to be an execution, moreso to force a confession out of a dying person...

Atleast, most of him was glad that she would be gone...this world purged from her wicked evils. He opened the door, but was profoundly surprised when he saw only the high Quinton, dressed in his regalia, standing before him. "A-ah...your holiness Glenn." he said, kneeling in place. He pulled down rather harshly, almost forcing her to her knees. "Stand, little one." commanded the old Inquisitor. He led her close, tugging along. Yet...he simply took the stockade she was bound with and, with a whisper to the lock, the bondage became undone as with a dull thud, the stockade fell.

"Y-Your holiness..." he tried to speak out, drawing his mace and making a step towards her. Without the talisman...he was wide open to what foul magic she might wield. "Stand down, Brother Roland." he commanded, his voice. Petrified by an unknown force, Roland relented. The Quinton looked right at the Mage. He showed no enthusiasm in this, yet... Brother Roland was more shocked than anything else: where was the platform at which she was to be executed?! And why was the high Quinton here?
 
Isleen smiled and giggled at Roland the entire time he led her to her "death", although she did stumble more than once when he tugged her chain a little too roughly. Pouting as she looked at him, she decided that she could never be mad at Roland for too long - it was hard to be mad at someone who was a little too much fun to tease.

But even as it was, there might have even been a slight spark of affection towards him, that she showed only to him and was absolutely petrifying to anyone else that might've tried to approach her.

Tilting her head at Roland as she admired his body from behind when they walked, she laughed at his words. "Little me~? Know about things in excess~? Nothing is considered being in excess when you're careful about how you consume it~" she said in a sing-song tone before smiling brightly as she saw the high Quinton.

She was not surprised at his presence, for only days before she had made a deal with them - her services in exchange for her life. Isleen was not dumb - she may have appreciated her freedom, but she had appreciated her life much more and so, it was not a decision that she needed to sit on and think about.

Hissing slightly as Roland basically forced her to her knees (and not in a way that was she was interested in either!), she looked at the high Quinton as he released her from her stockage. Immediately, she got to her feet proper and stretched her body, flexing her fingers before summoning a little dark magic with it, jumping up and down excitedly, her more ample assets following suit and moving with her.

"Hee hee~ thank you 'your holiness'~" She giggled, leaning in to the high Quinton and leaving a peck on his cheek - out of affection and thanks before looking at Roland and waving, a wide grin on her face.
 
Thanks?! What was the meaning of all this? Redoubled with his vindication, Roland stood immediately, mace drawn loftily. He charged towards the mage, blinded by righteous fanaticism. "Enough!" yelled the Quinton, who, with the swift movement of his hand, warded his advanced with an ornate magical sigil. "Guaahhhhhack!" he gasped out, hitting the floor. "I shall have none of your insolence, Brother Roland!" The Quinton sounded quite angry. And all the while...she was looking at him with that kind of face...one that quite surely said 'I win'.

The Quinton sighed, unphased by the peck to his cheek. He took no satisfaction from this, however... Roland struggled to his knees, his faith quite shaken...a deal, with a heretic? Impossible! "Sometimes, brother Roland, one must make a deal with a darker force to defeat a more sinister foe." the Quinton began, "The Schwarzivald republic continues to spread, encroaching our borders even as they war with Ylisse and Sacae. The province of Carcino had long been annexed and it would not be long until our country, the Theocracy of Carderock would soon find the banners of war among us."

Yes, Roland knew well about the wars beyond their borders. Having long been away from the reach of the belligerent empire, Carderock existed with relative peace. But...that may soon change. "...You will require all manners of magic to overcome your trials, young one. Unfortunately, you must rely on her power to overcome them. Is that understood?" "Y-Yes...your holiness..." That look on his face must be giving her off quite the satisfaction!

"However...you will not be alone in this tribulation." he said, walking close as he, without warning, thrust his hand into her chest, passing through flesh and...touching her own beating heart. And onto a vein.. he attached a runic ring. The move was sure to surprise her. "This is known as the Saint's Engagement ring. Oaths were made upon these trinkets. Should she break the pledge...the ring would melt and she would die agonizingly slowly. You know well the poison of the Baneslock Weed, no? Only a Chimera's tear is more potent than that rare herb...and I am sure you'd be reluctant to feel it's sting." the Quinton said, as he too walked towards Roland, thrusting his hand to place the other ring.

B-but...why?! "These two rings are inseparable. If she is to die...then you shall also. But she cannot harm you: the ring is engraved. Only by reciting a canto will you allow her to cast dark magicks yet again." he said, "This, young Roland, is your test: if you are able to endure your trial, you shall become enlightened. Is this clear?" he asked.

Roland looked up to him, breaking out in cold sweat. "I...I understand, your Holiness."
 
Isleen almost felt sorry for the man as he charged towards her and was greeted with a blunt rebuttal by his leader, looking at him with a measure of pity before looking at the Quinton as he spoke. While it was stuff she knew already, she had no idea that the Schwarzivald republic had gotten so big in the past few months - all she knew was that they had been busy warring with the other republics, but apparently they had not let that stop them.

She knew her own teacher, Marisala had had dealings with the Schwarzivald Republic but herself - never. In the back of her mind, she silently wondered what had gone between her teacher and the leaders before being cut out of her reverie at the feeling of the Quinton reaching his hand deep inside her body, hissing from the pain as she wasn't expecting it before feeling the runic ring attach to her.

When he withdrew her hand, Isleen rubbed her chest slightly, pouting. "If you were gonna pull something like that then at the very least let a girl know would ya..." She hissed before biting her lip at the mention of Baneslock - she knew well indeed the power of the poison, because it was something she used in her own concoctions - mainly for her own amusement.

Looking as the Quinton did the same thing to Roland, she giggled and licked her lips, wiggling her fingers and showing her ring finger. "Looks like we're... married~" She grinned, heading over to Roland and wrapping her arms around him tightly, giggling.
 
Roland was bidden to rise. He was angry at the Quinton, but no more towards that...that witch. No words could describe the loathing and hatred he had for for her. Yet...despite all that, a very, very small part of him was relieved she was alive, despite how much he hated her very being for putting him in this predicament. "Very well, your holiness...what Tribulations await me?" It took all of his focus and his determination to stay perfectly still, feeling her arms wrap around him and her breast press tantalizingly close to him. No man could deny it: the Witch named Isleen was indeed a beauty, with a body blessed by the Gods and a playful attitude that would come off as endearing. He tried to push her away, however, showing slight signs of discomfort around her.

"You are to leave for today. Deliver this message I hold to Brother Hughton in Rausten." he said, handing him a message and a seal of the high Quinton. This was serious business. "Unfortunately, you must pass through Ylissean territory. Make sure that none except Brother Hughton can read this message...even you two must not know of what is inside." Such secrecy he could fathom: just the tube that contained the message was sealed. It would be impossible to read it then leave it as it was hoping that their recipient wouldn't notice. "This message is of grave importance for the precipitation of our alliance. Please see to it that the letter is delivered."

Roland wasn't exactly sure he needed her for such a task...despite the dangers of crossing Ylissan territory, the distance didn't seem that far. A good three or four day's ride should put them there. "Understood, your Holiness." he said. The Quinton smiled. "May the Gods bless you all the days of your journey, little one. You are dismissed." When he did leave, only then did he grasp her wrist, chaining her arms together to the pillory with force. "Even though you have been contracted, I cannot leave a dangerous witch like you unfettered." he said, moving her along. He wasn't sure just where he wpould keep her...throwing her into the dungeon was rather...unjust...but...leaving her in the Abbey was nothing short of a bad idea. Sister Cisqua would indeed dislike the wanton woman anywhere near a tabernacle!

That left only one other place. His cell. In the monastery, each room was called a Cell. Given how he was a Quatro, he had his own in the hall of Bernagie, a monastery-barracks for use by the Ordo Malleus. There, she was led inside, unchained perhaps to go relieve herself if she needed a drink or a break in the bathroom. They leave at sunrise...but already he felt uncomfortable, being near that woman. "Put these on." he said, throwing her the standard garb of a pilgrim: a short sleeved dress with a skirt that reached all the way to her ankles. As long as he didn't recite the Canto, she would be unable to cast strong dark magics. However...even small spells could go through, but he was confident he could defend himself against her trickery. The door leading outside was closed and he began to disrobe himself of his armor, leaving behind his breeches and a light tunic as he hung up his beret and his armor...
 
Continuing to press herself to him despite him pushing her away, Isleen licked her lips before playfully nibbling at Roland's ear. Despite the way he seemed, his roughness and cold exterior, it only served to make her more attracted to him. Looking at the Quinton, she looked bored - travel was never really her thing, that's why she had one particular base that she liked to stay at - and people always came to her.

Sighing cutely, she shrugged her shoulders before looking at the message, more curious and interested in opening it and reading all of its delectable contents. However, when she was about to pry her hands onto the letter, the Quinton left and Roland shackled her once more, making her pout. "H-heeeyyy! We're supposed to be working together-- what's with the shackles?!" Isleen whined before being taken to a different room - one that she wasn't used to nor had she seen before.

Looking around even as he released her from her shackles, she stretched her body again and looked around, before a grin came over her face. "This is your room isn't it~? I'm in my husband's room! " She laughed, heading to the bed and immediately sitting down, patting the spot next to her, as if gesturing for Roland to sit down.

She however, raised an eyebrow at the clothes he was presenting to her and she shook her head, wagging her long delicate finger. "Uh-uh~ no dice~ it's too old-looking~ the clothes I have on right now are so much better~ don't you agree~?" Isleen asked seductively, taking the same delicate finger and making a path from her neck down to her cleavage.
 
He didn't bother answering her. At this point, he was just so exasperated by the events that took place that he simply phased it all out of his mind. Nothing a good night's sleep wouldn't remove. And by the look of things...she surely wouldn't give him any of that! He didn't wait for her to take the dress, instead leaving it there. To forcibly strip her was to be a sin, yet even now, with his manhood hardened, he stood at the cross roads: yes, the temptation to take her as she sat on his bed did itch onto his mind.

He tried to ignore her as he, with a veneration, placed some fragrant perfume upon his body as he knelt to pray in silence. Guidance and will power he would implore for his patron saint Yuleri to impart onto him. He was completely silent, as if entranced by the prospect of talking to a God. To her, it would look like nothing but an inglorious attempt at wasting time. But to him...he was close to 'that tabernacle' in his dreams, praying dearly for safe travel and protection against wickedness. He had to fight temptation. He had to fight her off.

When finished, he wondered just where she will sleep. He threw a pillow on the floor. "Be thankful I didn't stockade you up for rest. Sleep. We shall awaken early tomorrow." he said simply freshening up before heading to his bed. Truly, this was going to be a long night...

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To the Duke of Durham, Edith presented a dilemma: was he to silence her right away and garner the suspicion of the royal family? Or was he to simply let her go and have the full weight of Revis pressing upon him? Rather...he thought of a more creative plan. Edith lay before him, clad plainly in her clothes. It would be only a matter of time before her sister, Selveria would share in her fate: bent forward at the back, her arms placed on portable stocks indoors before the Duke as he sipped tea. The woman in black...a mature one who smelled of Black magicks positively cackled as she sat beside him, drinking some tea herself.

"You see, my dear Edith, we have reached an impasse." Daniel's words were almost...too smooth, like the voice of an angel beckoning to her as he set aside his teacup, "I do desire to topple this corrupted monarch, but I feel equally spiteful of wasting a beauty like you..." he walked close, cupping her chin. With her tantalizingly short skirt, her white underwear was showing partially, given how she was forced to bend over with her arms helpless. "So...I want to ask...are you going to tell the crown Princess of this? Ahhh, but first...let's have a little fun, shall we?" he asked, smiling as his hand grasped her right cheek, spanking her twice from the thin fabric of her skirt, rubbing then reaching down low...
 
Isleen looked at Roland as he ignored her, choosing to watch him silently before he finished, her beautiful lips curling into a smile as he seemed as if he was ready to play with her again. Leaning towards him as he grabbed a nearby pillow, she continued to sit on the bed, ignoring the dress he had left for her. "My dear Roland~ why do you even bother to fight this~" She said with a mock tone of exasperation in her voice before smiling.

His manhood from earlier had not gone unnoticed and as he moved around, Isleen stood up behind him and hugged him tightly, her large breasts pressing against his back and her delicate fingers tracing around his hips and getting ever closer to his crotch. "You seem to have a problem here...~ maybe I can help you with that, husband~" She teased, nibbling on his earlove for good measure.

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Edith had really not meant to trespass - but considering the information she now knew, there was no way she could not share it with the royal family. Though she was loyal to the Duke, she was even more loyal to the Royal Family and thus, could not let this act of treachery go unpunished. However, she had been captured and thus, she found herself in this difficult position, completely at the mercy of both the Duke and mysterious woman in black.

Looking up at the Duke, Edith could not help but tear as he cupped her chin. "P-please sir... please let me gooo... I didn't mean to see anything... I-I wasn't going to tell her anything--! A-aaahh!!" She cried out as Daniel spanked her, gasping and whimpering before feeling his fingers go lower.

Marisala smiled at the scene unfolding before her, although it would appear as if she were more interested in the cup of tea she was currently drinking from. Hearing Edith cry and beg, Marisala looked up from her cup of tea and smiled. "My dear, why are you lying~? It was obvious from the get-go that you're going to tell~ so we've no choice but to keep you here~" she said, her voice coming more out like liquid sex, a deeply seductive tone.
 
Roland simply disregarded her first tease. That woman was almost everything that he hated in a female: wanton, lustful and faithless. Like the harlots he so looked down upon. Who would have raised their child to become a prostitute like this? Had they no shame? He threw a pillow down on the floor, almost regretting simply locking her in the cell she belonged to the moment she sat up, right beside him. He responded with only a heavy sigh as he tried to finish his deliberating rites. "Mea Sanctus, mea Sanctus, protege me a mala, quæ niteris hoc mundo. Mea Sanctus, mea Sanctus ... prohibete auferte tenebras quod imminet hoc mundo ..." he muttered beneath his breath. He didn't realize it, but...when he recited the very first syllable the runic engraving in her 'engagement ring' faded away. He was completely unaware she was able to cast dark magics again!

"Urkh?!" he gasped out, cutting him off from his repetitive mantra as she pressed her chest onto him. He was visibly frowning, yet...a light flush was beset upon his cheeks. Yes, they did say the body would never lie, beckoning to a darker, less restrained line of thinking. Something...bestial. "Khnngh..." he gasped, feeling her hands...gently stroking down low. His manhood was to be restricted, believing only in abstinence as the path to righteousness. Then, the moment her hands gravitated towards his obviously hardened manhood, he pushed her away, feeling his heart pound aflutter. C-curse his body for falling to such dark temptations!

"Call me not by that name, you wench! The desires of the body will not reflect my desires!" he said, immediately grabbing her wrists. Just as it seemed like he would force himself upon her, he tied up her wrists, together as he bound her to where a chandelier once hung, forcing her to her feet. "Know your place, you lustful demon!" he was going to give her a chance to rest, but she called it upon herself. Immediately covering himself with pillows, he went to rest, unaware that she could cast all manners of dark magic about as he fell to a deep sleep...

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Marisala looked like she was enjoying her time. The beautiful sorceress had done much to travel all the way here: Axel told him that she would aid in his attempt to overthrow King Lancel from his throne. Since then, he had kept her company. While many would loathe being anywhere near the sorceress, she was quite pleasant company, preferring to sip tea or curse his servants for what little infraction they may have committed to her. "What curses have you in mind for our interloper, my dear?" Daniel asked, gently keeping her chin level to him as he made her look right into his eye. Like a rabbit caught in an ankle snare, she was completely helpless before him.

"Oh dearie...I have just the thing..." the sly Magus whispered, her voice pure honey to the ear as she walked up close, making sure to strike her rump with a whispy strike from her wand. "I love it when they squeal...like pigs in a barn!" she whispered, stroking Edith's snatch with the wand. She was wet with more than just perspiration...her body enticingly open. Even Daniel himself felt hardened.

With a quick brand, a mark appeared over her rump. "Now she won't be having any of your dear children when you burst all over her...or is that what you were intending, mi'lord?" she asked, her hand softly trailing onto his chest. "Quite just the thing I was looking for..." he whispered, slowly lowering his breeches as he beheld his hardened member. Even Marisala licked her lips at the sight of his hard-on as he pushed aside the cloth that covered her panties, her juicy chasm open to him as he inserted...
 
Things had escalated quite quickly and just when she thought she had finally gotten through to him, he ended up tying her up and binding her once more, leaving her to hang from the chandelier. Laughing at his handiwork but not revealing that she had at least a part of her magic back (she felt it earlier, as if something inside her had changed and coincidentally loosened up), Isleen swung to and fro from the chandelier.

"Roland honey~ you say such strong words but I think your body disagrees~ I can see how eager your body is to have me~" Isleen purred, looking at Roland as he lay in bed - a desperate attempt to ignore her and her voice. Licking her lips, as soon as she had ascertained that Roland was unaware, she pointed a finger towards the lock, undoing it before letting ropes fall away from her as if they had not been there in the first place.

Jumping onto the bed with some force, she landed exactly on top of Roland, giggling. "Let's see how my husband likes it~ being tied up~" she smiled, using the same ropes he had bound her with to bind him - only without the use of her hands. Each rope had curled around a limb, in order to prevent him from escaping.

"Now~ which part of you do I explore first~?" The witch asked, her fingers dancing lightly on his waistband.

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Edith moaned loudly as the high witch whipped at her with the thin wood that was her wand. It hurt, terribly so. The feeling was more than enough to make her start crying, biting her lip as if doing so would prevent most of her tears from falling. At Marisala's words about the brand, Edith gasped looking wildly between Marisala and Daniel, shaking her head wildly. "T-that brand's just temporary right?! I-I still wanna have my own children!" She cried before moaning out loud when Daniel penetrated her. It hurt - even though she was wet, it still hurt her and the position she was currently only served to make it worse.

Marisala stood in front of both Edith and Daniel with her lips pursed into a thin smile, enjoying the show she was currently being given. She lovingly petted Edith on the head like one would a cute animal before looking at Daniel, her smile curving upwards slightly into a smirk. "Enjoying yourself, dear Duke~?" She said with a slow drawl, moving around to Daniel's side and tilting his chin towards him before leaning forward slightly and kissing him, her tongue immediately fighting his for dominance and winning - just because he was the one currently fucking the captive girl, it didn't mean that he was the most dominant one present.
 
Roland, from the exhaustion of the day as it had went, wanted to just rest until night fall, when he would return to the chapel and hopefully obtain a Sister's blessing before departure. He wanted to just detain his new prisoner within his room, hoping that she would not cause any trouble before their departure. Many things had occurred today, many of which rather exhausted him. Such tribulations...he could only wonder if he was going t- !? With a sudden start, he felt impact thrown right upon his body, startling him from the deepest of rest. Tied up?! "You devious wench, how dare y-?!" He was surprised when a lock of rope, ironically the same one she had been tied up with lashed out, chaining his left wrist up onto the head rails. As he tried to shove her off with his other arm, another rope bound around his wrists.

"U-untie me, you fiend!" he cried out, trying his best to struggle with his left arm. It was too late: the cinch was made and it was near impossible to break free at this point. Feeling the despair and the helplessness crawl up to him, his manhood stood even taller. "Gnng....let me go this instant!" he commanded. Sadly, his voice, no matter how raised, would not penetrate to the other side to warn his other brothers. In short...he was now her prisoner. His legs brought to rest when his ankles were bound, spread onto the four corners his limbs were immobilized, making his hard on all the more prominent.

"Kah! Y-you wicked witch! Release me at once!" he cried out, biting back a groan as her hand softly touched his manhood. N-no! She couldn't be...

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"Can't have your belly swelling throughout your...punishment, my dear Ediihuuhh...Edith." holding back his moan, he tried to please her by expelling forth an arousal sigh, thrusting in and out. He cared only for his arousal, taking her as a rapist would and not as a lover would to his beloved. Edith's chasm was tight and rather new, feeling already the proof slowly puncture as blood dripped softly from her, intermingling with the wetness. "You aren't worthy of holding my child within your womb, you common whore! No one enjoys an act of forced sex upon them and you are this wet!"

Deny it all she wanted, she was wet and aroused, perhaps only out of her body's desires. Spanking her rump as he picked up the pace, he looked right towards Marisala with a blush upon his cheeks. "Indeed so, Sorceress." he said, speaking to her as if he held her at equal regard with him. He felt his control slowly slide away, feeling her kiss almost...intoxicate him. "Ahhuuhh..." his moans softly begging for more, tongue wrestling with hers only to stop as he eventually ceased the rape of Edith, instead focused upon kissing her. Yes, he was so easy to allure...like a toy within her hands he could easily be manipulated! "Ahhnhh...you are quite a good kisser." he whispered, "Perhaps you'd like to use those...expertise to see to my manly desires?" he asked, his shaft still wet from her juices, throbbing and hard...
 
Letting out a girlish giggle, Isleen bent over Roland slightly, pressing her lips to his cheek and giving him a kiss there before moving to his forehead and kissing him there. "Mmm~ it is true what they say about your kind~ that sense of entitled purity you have tends to develop a certain flavor~" She laughed, grinding her hips up against his cock, despite the layers of clothing between them, her arousal for him was quite apparent, showing in the slight moisture quickly gathering in her panties.

Purring slightly at the feeling, Isleen cupped his face in her hands, licking his lips seductively. "How does it feel honey~? To be on the other side of all the tying up~?" She asked with a small smirk on her face. Moving her hands down his body and back to his manhood, touching it gently before revealing it from the fabric of his clothing.

Impressed with both the size and thickness, Isleen stroked it gently with her small hand before making direct eye contact with him when she planted a kiss on the tip of his cock, licking at the slit.

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"N-no! P-please stop--! A-aaahhh!!" Edith moaned, her body moving against the stocks she was currently bound to. The young knight wanted nothing more than to be free of this torment. However, as Marisala and Daniel had shown her, her body betraying her almost instantaneously. Each time Daniel would thrust inside her, there was a part that wished he would die in a fire and then the other part which was practically begging for Daniel to continue fucking her.

However, it seemed her former wish was granted when Daniel pulled his cock out of her, apparently offering it to the Black Witch to consume instead.

Marisala moved closer to Daniel, able to tell that the man was hooked by her which caused a low chuckle to escape from her mouth. Touching his face gently, she traced her fingers along his jawline before gripping his cock tightly - not hard enough to cause pain but only pleasure, stroking it slightly.

"If you really want to see how well I do, you'd do well to offer your services up first, Duke~" She said almost mockingly before pushing him to his knees and wrapping one leg around his neck via the shoulder, bringing him face to face with her crotch, already quite aroused from the situation earlier.
 
Helpless. Unable to fight back. Complete enfeeblement. Conflicting emotions did bring up his elation as he tried to writhe away, even as she laid kisses upon his face. "By the Saint, release me from this bondage, you heretic!" he cried out, his face softly easing out as she began to grind her lower hips against his manhood, almost begging to be freed from his clothing. With a frown twisting his features, he bit his lower lip trying his hardest not to give her any satisfaction as he tried to control his moaning. N-no! He mustn't show weakness at a time like this! He had trained long and hard for what agonies he may face during his test of faith...but not once had he prepared for when a seductress softly abuses his body!

He tried to struggle, but ended up chafing his wrists. Yet, he showed no slowing down, gasping softly then struggling even more when she began to slowly pull down his leggings. "Ghuhhh...L-Let me go!" he cried out, his language softening, much like the look of dismay as she forced his hardened, throbbing and cleaned cock right up, pointing upwards like the Tower upon pubic hair. Throbbing and warm, it was clearly begging for more as Roland closed his eyes tight, trying his hardest to hold back his body's sensation, only to lose as he let out a faint moan as she pecked his member's head, slowly glistening with the sweet dew of his precum onto the slit...

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Daniel frowned softly, but was easily brought to his knees when she did so. Something...was almost alluring about her, enough to cause his legs to weaken and his manhood to crave her. "Are you so certain as to be talking to me in that tohhhh~ne?" he asked, moaning softly. He looked so serene and almost...humble when he would groan in sexual pleasure. Almost contrary to that cocky smile so often shown upon his face. "I would do well to show you my...expertise in bed. But I am afraid you must wait. You are rather wet so feel free to fornicate or even have this obidient girl lick you away at it." he said, pushing her leg away as he stood. His manhood was almost flattening, but a few spanks to Edith's rump and he found himself hardening yet again.

"How many children did you dream of having, Edith?" he asked, slowly fitting his cock right into her pussy, warm and throbbing as it enveloped his hard-on. It was like...her body was craving him. "Aoughh...Ough...ohh yes! Knhhnn!" he pushed rather hard, caring not if she felt pleasure or pain. Blood from her proof dripped slowly along with her wetness. Marisala would not be the type to fondle herself without such dignity, instead smiling as she walked enticingly towards their stockaded prisoner. "Huhuhuhu...those stocks won't break no matter how hard to try to escape from them, dear..." she whispered, softly tilting her head up as she kissed Edith deeply, feeling her tongue enter, coaxing her clenched jaws to allow passage....

"They say the tongue of a traitor waggles like a snake..." Marisala leaned back, pushing aside her skirt to show the black tights against her cunt, tight and form fitting as the slit moistly stuck out the structure of her vagina, "Perhaps...you can bring me to a peak and do something that no Lord has done yet..." she whispered, tantalizingly pushing aside the cloth and spreading her cunt with her middle and index finger. Wet and warm, Marisala moaned just feeling her breath against her sensitive mons.
 
Isleen grinned at the situation - what a complete reversal of fortune this was for her favorite Brother. Watching him as he struggled against his bonds, she continued to grip his cock tighter to her and licked her lips, contently stroking his cock while watching him attempt to squirm away from her was absolutely glorious in its own way.

"You shouldn't try to struggle so much honey~ It just makes it hurt all the more~" She said lazily, licking at the precum that had formed on his cock. She enjoyed the taste - as if his purity had made it taste all the better and thus, more enticing to Isleen. The thought of potentially being his first was beyond mesmerizing to her and she sat up slightly, moving closer to him and bending herself so that she could take his tip into her mouth, coating it in her saliva and licking at the slit, maintaining the eye contact despite the fact that he had closed his eyes.

She wanted him to know that he was feeling this way because of her and that she would potentially be the only person to make him feel this way.

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Edith watched the Duke and the Black Witch interact, almost pleased that she could have a breather. She wanted nothing more than to leave, to leave them with dignity she had intact but she also knew that there was no chance of that happening. Edith had knowledge of something they didn't want her to have, and thus - if she were to leave it would be as a completely broken shell of a woman, or with no memory of the incident.

Before long, the attention was brought back to her and she cried out again as Daniel penetrated her, clenching her fists as Daniel continually pounded into her wetness - even though in any other situation she would've been happy that the Duke even thought to notice her but now, she never knew that the Duke even had such an inclination. "A-aaahhh! N-nnngghhh..! T-twoooo...!" She moaned, still managing to answer him

Opening her eyes, she was face to face with Marisala, who kissed her deeply before presenting her with her wet warmth. Edith's eyes widened and shook her head, moaning loudly before one of Daniel's particularly hard thrusts pushed her forward, her open and wet mouth making contact with Marisala's cunt.

Marisala let out a soft moan as Edith's mouth made contact with her wetness and she immediately placed a hand on Edith's red head, to keep the girl in place and encouraging her to open her mouth more. "Mmm~ that's a good girl~ while not quite skilled as some of the women I've had, you'll do~" She purred, spreading her legs not only to allow Edith more access but to show Daniel exactly what he was missing.
 
"Guuhkkkghhhh..." he moaned, trying his best to still cover up his shame as he tried to writhe from the unyielding ropes. Curse his body for falling to such primal instincts! Closing his eyes, he did not want to see her figure softly working him close and closer, despite the fact the arousal only made him harder and harder, her every touch feeling oh so heavenly upon his sensitive muscle. His body lusted, yet his mind abstained! It was clear just who was coming out to bet he winner. And with that, a droplet of precum left his hardness, almost...begging for arousal itself.

Frustration began to build, the haze of arousal clouding his puritanical beliefs as he tried to hold firm, yet felt his self control crumble. "Guuhhhnnnn~" he panted, chest rising up and down. Heart aflutter, pounding within his rib cage he stopped biting down as his pants slowly became drawn out breaths. His body tried to hold steady, but he almost thrust forward the moment he felt her lips curl around his manhood.

And then...finally, it came. "P-please..." it came in a voice barely a whisper, coming off as a surprise to him that he actually regretted the very action of moaning such. Did he...surrender?! "U-untie me at once! The Septon would surely punish you, so free me, this instant!" Such shaky defenses! It was clear he simply said that, hoping she would simply...forget about the soft whisper. However, he moaned softly, slowly giving in as his writhing slowed...

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"Two? Sadly, I would inteeeehhhhnnnd~ for you to have much more...enough to found an orphanage!" he teased, softly thrusting in and out, making sure the entire length of his manhood ended up inside of her, almost touching her cervix. He cared not for her feelings, enjoying instead the sensation of her body almost wrapping around his hardened, throbbing manhood. "Ughuh! Huuuuuu~!" he moaned, thrusting in and out, picking up the pace as he continued to thrust in and out, in and out...

"Auuhhh..." he moaned. Marisala looked like she too had a very tight snatch, perhaps more so than Edith herself. Yet, despite all that, the quickened pace softly ensured that she would bob in place, as if trying to contain the force of each blow. It was causing a bit of discomfort or even pain, but he cared not: Edith was like meat. Then, his breath picked up as he felt that sensation slowly swell out of proportion. "Huh...Huhnn..Hhnnn...Aghhhhh!" he moaned out, head tilted back as he unleashed a torrent of his masculine honey upon her pussy, flooding her chasm with the white jizm. The seal prevented her from becoming pregnant. Pulling away, with his manhood throbbing he sighed.

"Man...that was a good fucking." he whispered, softly stroking her hair. "How does it feel for a man's cum to me in your pussy?" he asked, taking now a 5-tailed whip which he used to spank at her rump. When Marisala looked pleased enough, he attached a few chains to the stockade, removing the initial wooden legs that held her steady, perhaps giving her a chance to lay down from standing up bent at her waist.

"Will you tell...anyone about what you saw?" he asked, whispering enticingly. Marisala looked positively...bored. As if she wanted more, but Daniel winked, signalling there was more to come for her. "I will release you...if you swear on it." he said. She was unaware that by 'release' he meant that she would be chained up uncomfortably int he dungeon, attended by some of his guards, raped continually until her mind broke.
 
The way Roland moaned was music to Isleen's ears and she continued her truly erotic actions, curling her the tip of her tongue around Roland's own tip and stroking it purely that way, occasionally pressing the head of his cock into the softness of her cheek. She continually lapped up the pre-cum that would leak out, 100% convinced that despite Roland's pleas for her to stop.

That is until that one whisper seemed to cut through the silence of the room - it had not gone unnoticed by the Witch but was quiet about it, chuckling to herself at his protests.

"Roland my dear~ please~ it's painful to watch you struggle~" Isleen said with a small smile before subjecting his cock to the full pleasure of her mouth, immediately covering his thick member in her warm saliva and pressing it all the way into her mouth and throat until her beautiful lips kissed his hips, holding back her gagging reflex quite easily.

Silently, she wondered exactly what sort of effect this would have on Roland - she was sure that he had never had any experience with a woman, unless her husband had been naughty and messed around with the nuns.

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Edith moaned and cried out at the Duke's remark, shaking her head wildly before blushing even more as it only served to fuel Marisala's own lust, licking her lips while watching the redhead go to work on her.

"P-please n-noooo!! A-aaaahhh!" The young knight moaned, whimpering desperate to be free of the shackles holding her. Soon, she felt the Duke cum inside her, almost thankful for the brand that the Witch had left earlier before panting, her own orgasm hitting her and letting out a stream of squirt that she wasn't even aware that she could do.

Panting as Daniel pulled out and started to spank her with the whip, her body shivering with each slap, she looked at both Daniel and Marisala. At Daniel's words, Edith looked as if she were going to be saved and nodded her head vigorously. "Y-yes! I-I promise I won't tell anyone!" She said almost happily, at the point of crying with tears.
 
Roland's frown softened, his eyes half-lidded as he groaned gently. His self control was slowly slipping away, threatening to wash him away in a seemingly uncontrollable flood of pure lust. He could only hold back for so far...sadly, not even the will of the Saint could hold back the pleasure that so wanted to overtake him. "Ahhhnnn~" he moaned softly, eyes trying to show his stone faced determination. He struggled as best he could, yet felt every muscle of his frame wriggle against the ropes. "S-stop..." he almost begged, only to moan out helplessly feeling her lips wrap around the head of his hardened manhood.

Saliva against his sensitive flesh was just the cherry on top: he moaned, this time unhindered by his resolute will. His struggles slowed, his body almost...giving up as he seemed content to simply wallow in the lustful invitations of Isleen's skilled manipulations. Judging from how easily she manipulated his feelings, she was quite skilled in her craft. How easily she made his virgin body quiver and moan! "P-Please...stop this...I-Isleen..." he whispered, yet from the panting of his chest it was obvious that he was almost...giving up. Perhaps it would be time to show him the finale...

Yes, the torture was exquisite, but for the first time, in his mind, as he cocked his head back and moaned without restraint, all vows of chastity and abstinence faded from his mind: there was only arousal and the flustered face of Isleen who pleasured him with much zeal.

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Daniel was left panting from the exertion. "Whew. That was a good fuck there. I really wish I could compensate you." he whispered, smiling as his hand ran onto her ruby-red hair. She looked absolutely gorgeous when left helpless like that and no matter how much she denied it, she was blushing. Marisala looked like she quite enjoyed it, despite the fact their little prisoner's torture ended way before she was able to climax. "Well, if you promise to cover your mouth I will be obliging to let you go. However, I have just one last gift..."

He whispered, smiling as she was released from the stocks, but as manacles wrapped around her wrists and her elbows, forcing her arms to meet. The due position was indeed strenuous and helped to accentuate her chest forced to such stature. A bar-gag, similar to the bit pieces used by horses was forced between her teeth, her ankles joined with a hobble chain that stretched just barely enough for her to waddle on. He attached a bell to her collar, one that jingled nicely as the chains would rattle on. He even left the key onto her as a bracelet. With that, he took what looked like a small bust statue, just the size of his hand as he worked it into her pussy, pushing in the cold metal and pulling over her panties to cover the stub.

"Walk home and you'll be all free." he said, smiling as he, followed by Marisala, led her towards the outside of his home. "If you manage to get back to your family's residence, I will consider you freed. I just wish the best to whomever finds you first!" he said. The movement of her chains was sure to cause noise, knowing the lustful guards she had to tread carefully otherwise she would be seen and raped...
 
Isleen giggled at how easily he seemed to give in to not just his temptations but to her as well. Licking his shaft as she continued to press her lips to his hips, she slowly started to bob her head up and down, enjoying the thickness of the shaft and the length of him in her mouth. Slurping up the excess saliva, she continued to smirk knowingly as she continued to orally pleasure him - now definitely knowing that this was the first time he had ever been pleasured in such a way.

Lifting her lips from his cock, she licked the sides of her mouth before looking at Roland as she stroked his member, her saliva now easily lubricating the movements. "Are you okay dear husband~? You look as if you're having a bit of trouble there~" She giggled, pressing a finger against his slit. Oh how she loved seeing him in this situation!

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Whimpering throughout the entire ordeal, she felt Marisala pull away from her before looking at Daniel as he forced a new type of bondage on her, tearing and crying the entire time. "P-pleaseeee! D-don't do this--!" She cried, muffled because of the bar-gag in her mouth, also causing her saliva to leak out of her mouth.

"M-mmmmm!!" She cried out as something cold and hard was pushed inside her and squirmed slightly, as if in a desperate attempt to get free. Having no choice but to walk with him, she looked at him through her tears and bit down on the gag, preventing more tears from coming out.

The first step she took was absolute torture, both the chains and bell ringing out, as if alerting everyone in the nearby area that there was a slut, ready to be fucked even if she wasn't exactly willing.

Marisala looked over Daniel's work and smiled. "Hmm~ most impressive my dear~ I do dare say that the girl would be freed indeed~ although not in the way I assume she wants to be freed." She said, licking her lips and fanning herself, as if already over the entire situation.
 
Trying to resist her, he found, was like pushing an unhitched wagon cart up hill alone: no matter how hard he tried, he was always faced with a set back. Every step he took, he fell back several more. No matter how hard he tried to resist, his body would quiver almost begging for more. His face lost that draconian, strict and unyielding look, instead softening up, eyes half-lidded, mouth softly open and his face painted a bright flush. "P-Please..." he whispered, no longer able to resist any further, moaning unbidden the moment her tongue softly wrapped around his fleshy, throbbing member.

"N-no..." he replied softly, an innocent tone to his voice almost implying his surrender to her. Yes, he couldn't resist her any further than this. The only thing he could do was try to refuse her, but it was all weak when his body would unconsciously thrust towards her's gently. He stopped struggling entirely, body rather struggling to get close enough to get the most sensation.

His eyes were practically begging her to let him go, to end her dominance and finally bring him to climax. Funny how the tables turned so fast!

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Daniel looked quite beautifully at his handiwork. Her helpless, embarassed frame, drooling helplessly and stumbling with every step. She tried her best to keep a low profile ducking behind pillars and leaning against the walls, but with every movement her groin would tighten against the small statuette, forcing her luscious, velvety muscles to clench around it. Perfect! "Let's just say she'll be begging for that kind of release soon enough. I'm sure my guards would want something to keep their minds off of molesting my maids. Think of this like a severance payment." he smiled.

Meanwhile, to her, it looked like she was home free, but it was quite the opposite. "Look at this little girl..." said a voice, as a guard grasped her breast, holding her forearm steady as she was forced to lean against him. "Looking quite fine there, aren't we, ma'am?" the guard's breath stank of lunch as he roughly groped her breast, another softly thrusting in and out the statuette inside of her precious parts. Then, she was slowly joined by more, who began to fondle, lick and kiss her. The bar gag was soon undone, as one man pressed her close to kiss him.

"Let's bring her to the dungeon." said one, with the others agreeing as she was led, corralled like an animal, towards the bleak and dark dungeon, perhaps to serve her penalty as the group's fuck toy...
 
Isleen laughed, a sound that was like the tinkling of bells. "You say stop but look at you~ enjoying this far more than you should be~ and all you can do is beg for me, since I'm not going to let you go until you cum~" She smiled before bending down again and taking his cock into her mouth, sucking on it vigorously before pushing his entire member into her throat, sucking him at the base of his shaft and practically kissing his hips.

"MmmM~ does it feel good Roland~?" She asked teasingly, his name rolling off her tongue like silk and velvet, so enticing, so inviting that if it were anyone else, they would beg for her not to stop saying their name. Gently caressing his testicles while she worshipped his cock with her mouth, enjoying the whimpers and the dominance she had over him.

She had something particularly nasty for him in mind, and the thought made her smile - as it would be the ultimate act of surrender from Roland to her.

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Edith teared but tried to maintain as much dignity as she could before moaning around the statuette inside her wet pussy, making her want to just collapse on the ground and writhe in pleasure. However, it was not to be as soon as she was found by guards of the property. She was once a proud Knight, a person who would've looked down at such guards for their insubordination but now she was just a helpless fuck toy. Tearing as they touched her, she shook her head and tried to shake free of their grasp before the bar-gag was removed from her, giving her her voice back.

"A-aahh! P-please don't!! N-nnnngghhh!" She cried, going on deaf ears as they led her towards the dungeon - she had no idea the exact fate that was in store for her.

Marisala looked satisfied before looking thoughtful and turning Daniel to her, redirecting his attention. "Now, good sir~" she purred, moving backwards and finding herself a comfortable chair to sit in. "I do believe you owe me something, yes~?" the Black Witch asked, revealing her still wet pussy, leaking her lewd juices even as she spread it for him, the pink folds glistening in the light.
 
It was almost...humbling, this experience was: a proud, chaste Inquisitor under the lead of Saint Yuleri, of the Ordo Malleus brought down so low to the point where he practically begged for release. He thought he was begging for release from his bonds...but the situation seemed to say otherwise. To see him so troubled, a fluster upon his cheeks as he tried to weakly struggle free. "P...Please..." the flustered Roland could say no more, no longer showing any bit of defiance before the arousal she pushed onto him. If anything...it looked like he submitted, feeling the rush peak as he moaned louder, feeling her pick up the pace.

The way she went deeper and deeper only made him shudder, moans and soft sighs leaving him as his sensitive member was further and further aroused. "Y-Y...Y..." he could not complete the word, but it was obvious just what he wanted to say. Everything, from head to his jewels, he was utterly sensitive, feeling her hands softly play with his testicles only made him sound out an aroused moan. No longer holding back, Roland felt the rush slowly coming to a peak, to a release he had never thought was possible...

ONly a few more and he was sure to burst, his moans peaking as he whispered "P-Please..." with bated breath... But the question remains: would she really finish him off like this, his stern look softened to the fluster of a virgin being pleasured...

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It was almost funny how things turned around so fast: days ago she was a member of his guard, semi-aristocratic inhabitants of Darcy who fought with valor. She in particular was rather stringent, often pressing soldiers to their post and guard duties without pay. Now, as the horny men dragged her towards the dungeon, in a locked room they dumped the woman onto the floor. They tore away her panties, letting the statuette fall as her legs were unshackled. Before she could even plead her case, the men began to disrobe...all four of them...are they really going to take her?!

"Lord Daniel had told me that you were to betray the empire to the Schwarzivald republic." said one of the wardens, "He told us to fuck and keep fucking you until you learn your lesson. Be grateful he didn't have you hung, drawn and quartered, you wench!" he said, grabbing her still bound hands as they placed her onto a table, her waist just at one edge and her body flat against the table as one man took a coarse round of rope, tying her ankles onto the legs as he took his hardened shaft and shoved it right into her pussy, as one man positioned close by, holding what looked like a ring-gag.

"Open wide~" he crammed the gag, thrusting his cock in and out as she was seemingly penetrated on both holes, mouth and pussy kept busy as the other two began to warm their shafts up, stroking their manhood in antiicipation of what was to come. Their moans filled the room, as the warden spanked her rear with every thrust. "I'm gonna fill you up with so much cum you won't need to eat for the next week!" he said, smiling as he, with a loud cry, came inside of her. Staggering back, another took his place, as now another man raped her, taking out a small piece of charcoal lining up one notch onto her right thigh to show she had been fucked once just as the other man came right into her mouth as another lined up...

The one before left, as if...going to invite even more. Was this hell going to end?!

Lord Daniel, meanwhile, smiled towards Marisala's advances. Yes, he had been warned not to take any advice from this dastardly magus, but with a body so enticing like such, how could he refuse?! "Hmhm...I'd love very much so to please you, Sorceress." he whispered, slowly undoing the clip that held her one piece dress steady, slowly slipping away her outer pantle to reveal her inner leotard. The crotch area was slowly pushed aside, but her breasts were almost...begging to be released, which he did so pushing the cups away as his fingers worked her breasts and her glistening pussy, moaning into her mouth with his manhood hardening...
 
The Witch with no concern for most things, was so invested in Roland, so charmed by his slight pleas that she almost released him from his bonds. However, it would detract from her real aim and so she continued to suck on his cock before moving back to pleasing him with her fingers, sitting up slightly and straddling him, licking her lips.

"If you want it so much Roland, then tell me~ what do you want~? And you have to say it if you really want it~" She purred, leaning in extremely close to him and smiling.

"Say my name~" She moaned, as if doing so would give him more incentive to obey her every wish and command.

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Edith struggled slightly although at this point it was nigh impossible but it didn't stop her trying even as they bound her legs. "A-aahhh! N-nnngghhh! S-stop--!!" Edith cried out, moaning loudly as they pounded into her small pussy, spurting pussy juices each time they would thrust. Each time they came inside her, some of it always leaked out, only serving to make a more erotic looking picture as it mixed with her own wetness.

Regardless of how many cocks were rammed into her pussy, Edith's pussy remained tight and plump, as if there were a secret part of her that was enjoying the way she was being treated. "M-mmmmm…!" She could only moan, her pussy and mouth full of cock.

Licking her lips, Marisala smiled at Daniel and nodded. "As you should Daniel~ I dare say that not many men have the pleasure of saying that they managed to go to bed with a witch~" She smiled as he revealed her body. Her nipples were already perky from the ministrations caused by Edith earlier.

Moaning softly, she felt her pussy clench slightly as his fingers touched her breasts. "Daniel~ do you have somewhere slightly more private where we could do this~?" She asked, pushing him back slightly.
 
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