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The unlikely duo! (QB X Ursa)

"Huaahhh...Ahhh...Anghnnn...." he moaned out, helplessly writhing not to escape, but to further his arousal as he tried almost to press closer as best as he could under such restrictive bondage. He was trapped in a haze, lust clouding his judgment. Nowhere in his mind was any mention of the word 'chastity'? How it shamed his soul, moaning as he tried to writhe, wanting more and more...until that unknown peak was reached, relief from the frustration that was quickly building. Yes, she was stunning and beautiful...the way her face contorted when inserting his shaft or the way her saliva and tongue caress his sensitive flesh all while each breath literally blew him away....

Left with an ultimatum, Roland responded almost immediately. "P-please! Let me...L-let me...reach it...please..." Given how chaste and the fact that he was a virgin prior to her little act of rape, he had no real word for it. But he hoped that the meaning would be translated. His legs completely quivering, he felt his body struggle as he moaned throatily, whimpering from the arousal.

"I-I...Ihhh...Ishhleen..." he moaned out, not even getting her name right as with a louder than normal moan, he tried to thrust upwards. "Auuuuuh~"

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Again and again, and again. Who knew such degenerates showed such resilience?! Thrusting in and out, the group suddenly swelled to eight, with each one taking turns. After each one recovered they would immediately queue up to take her mouth. Sometimes, they would smear some of the cum dripping away at her pussy, smearing it to her ass hole as her anus would be taken, her wetness and cum used as lubricant. Over time, the rape continued. The notches on her rear read as: IIII IIII III. She was fucked thirteen times at her pussy, two times at her anus and almost fifteen times at her mouth.

"Disgusting...she looks like she's enjoying this! Who knew this knight would have the body of a slut!" said one, smiling as the ropes were removed from her body, freeing her only temporarily as she was thrown to the cold floor. Obviously, it wouldn't be enough. "Now girl...lick it." one man said, grasping her hair and pressing her against his side, asking her to give him a blow job ungagged. "If you accidentally bite or scrape with your teeth, I'll throw you outside to be fucked by horny peasants!" he said, as the others began to move closer, as if expecting her to service two more with her hands...

Daniel smiled. Yes, Marisala was just irresistible. "And I heard from rumors that even less of those who slept with witches live after the third day." he teased, gently rolling her hard nipples onto his fingers. Her tunnel felt somewhat tight, but he wasn't quite sure until his hand softly entered her pussy, feeling her muscles almost try and make it comfortable inside. "But half the fun is from where some could see!" he said, smiling as he opened the door slightly, almost an invitation for any servant to come by inside.

There, he pushed the curtains aside as he turned her over, kissing her nipples only to press her body against the glass, coldness against her nipples as he lifted one leg, her left as he began to immediately fuck and penetrate her.
 
Isleen smirked as he finally gave in - even though he had not said her name correctly, it was only a testament to how much he had wanted this, wanted her to give him what his body seemed to so desperately craved.

"Alright dear Husband~ I'll give you what you seem to so desperately want~ after all, what sort of wife would I be if I didn't~?" She asked questioningly before removing her hand from his thick cock and leaving it alone temporarily.

She enjoyed watching him writhe for a bit before suddenly straddling him again, pressing her wet slit against his throbbing member, smiling before pushing it inside her slowly, arching her back - it wasn't only Roland who wanted this after all, she had wanted this as much as he did.

Moaning and purring as his cock filled her completely, Isleen cupped her own breasts, moving forward slightly to press them against Roland. "If I let you go, will you be a good little husband and fuck your wife~?" She asked, waving a finger around.

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Edith hardly had the voice to yell for the men to stop, silently resigned to have become a cum dumpster for the guards abusing her. It was her first time having anal, but that was easily taken from her - just as it was easy to penetrate her ever wanting pussy.

Whimpering as she was thrown to the floor, drool leaked out of the side of her mouth as she was presented with another cock, she obediently took it inside her and sucked hard on, tucking her teeth behind her lips perfectly so that she would not hurt the man before seeing two other men approach. In time, she also took them into her hands, stroking them at the same speed as her mouth fucking the guard's cock. She was slowly, becoming a whore more and more and as she started to lose track of her mind, she decided that it was okay - nothing beat cocks in her ass, pussy and mouth after all.

Marisala smiled at his words, letting him touch her nipples before moaning softly. "Well, that's because we witches are known for our voracious sexual appetites~ we usually need strong partners, because if not, then our partners just die from oversexing~" She laughed, as if she were talking about the weather instead of a serious issue.

As she was pressed against the glass, she moaned loudly gasping before letting out a low sensual purr as he started to fuck her, pressing her hands and body to the glass, letting the Duke have his way with her.
 
"Auuuhhh...Ahuuuuuuu!" he moaned out, struggling harshly against the ropes, hoping for respite that didn't seem to be forthcoming. Yes, YES! He did want this treatment. Of course he wanted to be pleasured by Isleen! His body pretty much screamed for her, begging for the release even as his frustration peaked, but his climax did not. The despair within his eyes was a tell tale sign that he hated being denied as such, but instead he continued to moan helplessly in his bondage. When she gave him a chance to be freed, Roland simply writhed, blushing.

Yes, her mastery over his arousal was almost too much. If anything...it looked like he enjoyed being raped by the woman as she did almost everything she needed to do to set off arousal almost everywhere, feeling her breasts pressed together right against him. He choked out a weak nod and a yes, though his hands softly held her close and began, almost instantly, to penetrate her, as if...his cock craved to be inside of her.

"Nghn! Nguhh...Anhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" he moaned, grasping her thighs as he pushed aside her coverings, the tightness of her clothes pushed aside only to feel even more skin tight down low within her vagina, as if her pussy invited him in. "Ohhhh! Ahhuuhhh...G-goohhdd..." he moaned almost freely, tearing up the latex of her skin tight dress. He looked almost willing, as if driven by pure lust to enjoy...

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"Hey look at that slutty woman! She's enjoying this! Ahhhgg fuck yes!" moaned one, noticing the eyes she had. She did look very slutty, taking in the man before her's shaft and working it well. Even her tongue tickled his testicles, causing him to moan and grasp the side of her cheeks as he pushed in and out deeper, causing him to cum right into her throat. Then...another had taken her place, just as one man grasped her up, forcing her to bend forward as her ass this time was penetrated and, predictably, filled with cum.

The torture continued, until the men were visibly exhausted. She had been raped onto her pussy a total of twenty two times, her anus took eight climaxes and her mouth about twenty. She looked like a total cum dump, with semen flowing out of her mouth. The last guard dragged her forward, throwing her into a cell and locking her up, hands above her wrists and the gag in her mouth. "Heh. Traitors like you need some lodging too. I'll look forward to fucking you again after my shift!" he said, smiling as he walked away.

"Oh really? I sure hope you're ready to take me on fully!" he said, ramming her even faster, watching as the same seal was drawn, except this time on her right ass cheek, thrusting in and out, in and out as one hand spanked and the other fondled. Her breasts against the glass and her nipples being fondled created an almost beautiful synchronization as she was fucked hard, then mounting towards her anus as she was penetrated. "How about you, Marisala...how many children do you want?" Daniel asked, between moans as he thrust it deeper and deeper inside of her.
 
The feeling of her pussy pulling Roland's cock deeper and deeper inside her, she licked her lips before completely undoing the bindings holding him, smirking adorably. "Mmmmm~ Roland~ husband dear~ how does your cock feel inside my wet warmth~?" She asked, nuzzling against him before kissing him. Licking his lips happily.

Moving slightly, she smiled and grinded her hips up against Roland's hips, waiting expectantly for him to move while constantly teasing him. Now that Roland was completely free, Isleen was excited to see what sort of 'demon' she had unleashed inside of Roland with all of her teasing.

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The young knight screamed in pleasure as she was continually penetrated by several men at different times. There was never a time where she wasn't full with a cock, and certainly a time when she wasn't filled with cum. Each time one of the men came inside her, she smiled adorably, wanting more and more.

Limp as the man threw her into the cell, Edith was bound, cum all over her as well as leaking out of her. She managed to swallow what cum she could before another gag was placed in her mouth. "M-mmmm… f-fuck me more…" she said softly, her voice muffled through the gag.

Marisala laughed at the Duke's words. "Those are big words for a human~" she said with a teasing smile, moaning as he continued to rub her faster and feeling the brand on her ass cheek. Licking her lips, her breasts and body continued to be pressed up against the glass and the witch let out a deeper more sultry moan as her ass was penetrated. "Nnnngghhh… children…~? I already have one - one is more than enough for meee…~" She smiled, thinking only fond things of the girl with her raven long hair and her dark eyes - things that just screamed potential to her.
 
When words should be used, she was met only with panting and groans as he couldn't control his virgin body, almost driven mad by the arousal as he pumped in and out, shoving his hard, erect and throbbing cock deep inside of her. His speed was quite swift, feeling his sweat drip down. He was completely exhausted: the teasing she had done to him was almost enough to tire him out, but from within vitality sprung forth and he found himself pushing forward with renewed strength.

"Guuh...Ahuuuuhhh!" he moaned, softly thrusting, almost ravaging her love tunnel. Of course it was arousing for the two, but the way he took her...it was like a rapist taking her, not like a lover would on their first time in bed. "Y-you demon..." he whispered, slowly coming to his senses, but only a little. He clenched around her throat, almost...choking her while he thrust into her, in a kinky show of power before he pulled away, placing his cock between her breasts. The last thing he wanted was to impregnate her, so he took her nipples and began to massage his cock in between them.

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"A child, you say? Interesting. What's her name?" he asked, lifting her thigh up as he, beginning to moan, thrust harder and harder. Marisala's body was, no doubt, made for child rearing: hips that were rather slender yet capable of enticing a lover to pound away at her tenderness. "You know...I am sure you can handle another." he whispered, sotly thrusting in and out as he, with an ecstatic look on his face, thrust in and out, almost synchronizing with her moans as he returned to her pussy, unloading his semen onto her as he pushed, pressing her tits harder against the glass as he pulled out, cum dripping from her cunt. "My...that was something else, Sorceress." he said, but he whispered "Do not forget your original purpose. We are to plot their downfall, and we shall use that slut as our tool..."

Once Marisala cleaned herself, he walked downstairs, towards the dungeon where he heard quite a bit of moaning...perhaps even pleasured ones. Upon entering he saw Edith, dangling by her chain, legs held up as a guard thrust violently inside of her. From behind her drooling gag semen dripped, the flush and the aroused look in her face showed that she enjoyed it. When the man burst, he smiled as he walked away, but not without bowing to his lord, Daniel. "Edith. How pleasurable to see you!" he said, watching as her legs rested onto their tippy toes. "I'm here to strike you a deal you won't refuse: I will place you under torture, never experiencing a single cock or climax unless you agree to take the blame for our plot." he said, smiling as he held her hair up. "DO you want to feel what it'll be like?" Not that it mattered; if she agreed to go along she'd still be tortured. Daniel smiled wickedly.
 
The Witch moaned and arched her back, gasping as he thrust in and out of her like it wasn't his first time having sex. His speed was incredible and the thickness of his member currently ravishing her pussy was almost more than she could take. She continued to move her hips against his, enjoying the feeling that he had given in to his base desires and given her what she had so desperately craved, only serving to moisten her warmth more.

Laughing at his words, she flicked her hair almost haughtily even as he continued to ravage her wet warmth, enjoying the power behind his thrusts. "Oh I'm the demon~? Says the m-man f-fucking me like h-he wants to fuck me r-raw! M-mmmm!!" She squealed before gasping as he choked her slightly, saliva pooling in her mouth and leaking out of the side before moaning as her pussy clenched even tighter around his cock.

Just as she was on the verge of orgasm, Roland pulled out of her and placed his thickness between her breasts. Blushing adorably she proceeded to press her breasts together for him, enveloping his hot member in between her twin softness and started to move them up and down, massaging him.

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"Mmm~ spectacular thing she was…! A-aahh~!" Marisala moaned, feeling Daniel lift her thigh which only brought her to orgasm quicker. Smiling at his words, she shook her head before feeling her warmth quickly reach its limit, clenching Daniel's thick member inside her before she came, her lovejuices quickly showering Daniel's cock before feeling his cock expel his hot cum inside her, the feeling making her shiver slightly. Nodding at his words, she quickly cleaned herself up but not before reaching a finger down into her warmth and licking at his cum that was in there. Smiling, amused at her own actions, she followed Daniel to the dungeon.

"Oh…~ her name is Isleen, by the way~" the witch said fondly before looking at Edith, currently having her brains fucked out by the guard.

Edith could not help but moan, pleased to have another cock inside her before looking at Daniel, drooling somewhat and squirming in her bonds. "M-mmmm…" She said weakly, looking away from him as he held her hair up. It was something she most certainly did not want - to have it heard that she would betray her kingdom!? It was something that was unthinkable for the girl and yet, Edith knew that if she did not obey, not only would she not see the light of day again, she would be forced to live without both an orgasm and a cock, a thought that suddenly petrified her to no end.

Tearing and crying into her gag, she shook her head at his words. "I-I'll d-do it…" She said in a muffled tone, unable to stop her tears from flowing.
 
"Nghhgnnggghhhrrr!" Roland moaned out, thrusting hard against her breasts, feeling her softness massage his rock-hard shaft. The act of sex between them was so sacriligious yet it felt so...good. The cleric no longer made excuses, thrusting in and out, getting her body to move along the rhythm as they had passionate and hot sex. Feeling her nipples press against his hardened shaft made Roland moan. "Ahhhn...Ohh...Ohhh..." he moaned, feeling his pleasure slowly climax as he, with a demurely moan, came all over her face, spraying her collarbone, neck and her face with a spurt of hot semen all over her. All the while, Roland kept his mouth wide open, a lingering feeling of arousal completely bewildering him.

Panting, he fell to his back, completely spent and utterly bewildered. Yes, he was indeed made to cum entirely and that the bondage he endured was most...pleasurable, to say the least as he looked right at himself, feeling his old...self return. "B-b...by the saint..." he panted, wearily, his erection slowly losing it's hardness as he looked towards Isleen. "Y-you craven whore..." he gasped out, pathetically looking right her way as she surely enjoyed the taste of his cum...

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"Isleen? A mother and daughter...how I'd love to see you both begging for cock in my dungeon!" Daniel chuckled softly, teasing a hint to come as he talked back towards Marisala. Then, he turned towards Edith, smiling as he removed her gag. "What would you like as a reward in return? Would you enjoy having my seed inside of your vulgar belly?" he asked, teasingly. But of course, that wouldn't come quite quickly.

He unchained her, leading her towards a pillory in the room. There she was chained, as he took position right in front of her. "Well. Marisala, would you rather have her pleasure you from the front or would you prefer to pleasure her from behind?" he asked curiously, his impressive shaft already hardened and ready for the occasion.
 
Watching as her husband came all over her milky white chest, looking at Roland shortly after, giggling at the look of utter bewilderment on his face making her giggle. Licking her lips at the semen on her face, she let out a seductive moan as she scooped up some of the cum from her face and neck onto her fingers and sucked on it, licking her fingers before looking at Roland and rolling her eyes at him.

"If you really felt that way about it then you wouldn't have cum all over me like you just did~" She stated in a matter of fact tone, cleaning up her fingers before sitting up on the bed and patting him on the head. "You talk like you didn't enjoy it and only minutes before, whose name did you have to moan in order to get any sort of release~?" Isleen asked, her dark eyes glittering in the slight light.

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Marisala laughed at Daniel's cock. "If you think I have an appetite for cock, you'd do well not to cross Isleen's path~ that girl could handle cock better than most whores~" She said with a laugh before looking at Edith, the silly little cock whore still begging for more it seemed, the very look of the girl both attracting Marisala and repulsing her. However, if the situation had been different - if it were indeed her own darling little Isleen in the same position, Marisala knew it would be quite different as she would have men begging to be fucked by her and them using her as her toys. She looked towards Daniel as he addressed her, she shook her head. "I will do little but observe for now, my dear~ I do not entertain myself with a whore who has been stuffed with cock in all of her holes." She said disparagingly, sitting down on a nearby chair.

Edith looked at Daniel as he removed the gag, tearing adorably. "M-mmmpphhh… p-please… p-please fuck meee…" She moaned, arching her body towards Daniel before letting him unchain her and moved her towards the pillory, her entire body quivering with anticipation as she knew what usually came next. The young knight looked up at Daniel, his cock in front of her face and she wanted nothing more than to take into her mouth and suck it hard.
 
Roland was flushed a full pink. Not only was he molested by this...this...seductress, but he ENJOYED it. Well, it was against his will, yet...why else would he have thrust in and out, her breasts softly jiggling as he continued to fuck her at that time? "Y-you have clouded my judgment. Now, I must atone for my sins, you dirty wench." he said, but that would wait until later. He would have to ask Sister Cisqua for some penitence just before leaving...blame this whore for doing such things!

Yet, no matter what he may say, he did indeed find their time together in bed very arousing. Of course he abstained from the pleasures of the flesh, however...he could not help but believe that their little session was indeed...arousing. Grasping her wrists, he led here away from his bed, shackling one arm to the wall but lowering the chain so that she could rest. "Get some sleep. We depart for Revis tommorow." he said, throwing her a pillow, the same one that was slightly dampened by his semen. He recited a small canto, the same one that had the ring inside of her lock up her power. There was no escape for tonight...

Roland tried to rest, but...felt himself unable to try fall asleep, his heart still aflutter. Then, with a sigh of guilt, he removed her chains. "Sleep on the bed. I'd do best not to watch you suffer like that." he said, not sure why he was almost...alright with giving her an easier time. Regardless, he sighed as he took his own pillow, resting his head against the wall. He resolved to sleep on the floor, while giving her somewhere to rest...

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"Suit yourself." he said, smiling as he eased in his cock, grasping her hair and forcing her head back. "What's that? How many times have people cummed into your slutty body?" To think that the brutal rape she endured almost immediately shattered her willpower. Nowhere was the very same knight who so dedicated herself to the defense of her homeland, now standing in stark contract was a girl whose eyes were half-lidded, begging to be fucked and used as a sex toy.

Then, with her head in such an awkward position, he thrust his cock inside, pushing in and out feeling her tongue softly lay and touch against his erect shaft. "Auuhhh...let's see how well you can use that tongue of yours, you whore." he said, thrusting in and out. Lord Daniel had quite some vitality about him: all that rape and he was still able to continue? He thrust in and out, in and out, slowly...driving himself to another climax as he spurted his hot, white semen right on her face.

"Well, I'll be working out the kinks to your confession. Until then...enjoy!" Lord Daniel said, walking away and instead greeted by a few very, very eager guards... And so, that was how most of her days were spent: bound into compromising positions raped almost daily by multiple men, as Marisala would often stop to renew her seal.
 
Licking her lips once more for effect, Isleen let out a small sneeze as if her name was mentioned in some distant land before feeling Roland grip her wrists. Barely having time to complain, she was chained to the wall, making her sigh. "Was this really necessary?!" She pouted before sighing, catching the pillow with her other hand. She was somewhat sexually frustrated, she didn't manage to orgasm before he pulled out of her, making her sigh before hearing another sigh and her chains being released.

Blinking at him, Isleen didn't say anything before curling up on the bed, not bothering him any more. She was tired and horny and feeling a little insulted that her beloved Husband hadn't even stopped to consider her own orgasm. Pouting a little in her little fetal position, Isleen quickly dropped off to sleep, thinking of nothing and dreaming of nothing, her magical power having been locked away for the night again.

The next morning, Isleen was up and ready, having taken the liberty of using Roland's personal bathroom to tidy herself up and clean the cum off her - however, she did not fix the tears in her clothing, deciding that she could probably start a new fashion trend this way. Heading back to the bed, she looked at Roland as he slept and resisted the urge to jump on him to wake him up, as if paying him back for the fact that he had left her high and dry.

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Marisala nodded her head at Daniel and watched him with amusement - how many times had he cum already and yet he was still so willing to go again! Laughing slightly, she watched Edith take in all of Daniel's cock and suck it up willingly. Changing direction, she looked out the window and sighed, their plan about to be put into motion very soon. She had to plan on no disturbances and no distractions during this time - everything needed to be perfect in order for it to be flawless.

Edith moaned and cried out around Daniel's cock as he thrust it inside her before feeling him shoot his load all over her face - a look that was not particularly unusual for her anymore. "M-mmmpphh…. cuummm…" She moaned softly, lapping at the corners of her mouth. Before she knew it, there were more men to service and she did so with a lopsided smile on her face.

Through the next few days, the young knight once so noble and proud of her country was reduced to nothing more than a cumdumpster, having taken the loads of only the Saint knew how many men in her ass, mouth and pussy. Whimpering slightly, she was completely broken, her eyes showing a blank contentment with her current state.
 
He felt somewhat...guilty when she started to act silently. It wasn't like her to walk about without even taunting or trying to seduce him! Nevertheless, he stirred in his sleep very little right against the wall he felt his back ache when he had awakened. Yawning, he looked right up towards Isleen, with a sigh. He didn't really greet her, still quite...adamant about the events of yesterday. Of course she could tease him all she wanted... but he would never admit that he did such on purpose. But who the heck was he kidding?!

"Witch, we are to depart. Do you know any route aside from the main roads?" Traveling there would prove to be very dangerous and risky. The last thing they wanted was to be stopped by the Schwarzivald army on their way to Revis. He didn't know much by way of travel, instead consulting a map of the local area instead. He hoped that Isleen did know a thing or two about the kingdoms, at least she'd be useful for more than just...magic. And bedding.

Despite that, Roland looked towards her, sighing. He really shouldn't forgive her for doing that, but...why wasn't he...angry at her? When she was quiet, he couldn't help but notice...a lonely side to her. Nevertheless, he entered back into his cell, bringing with him some fish, bread and a pint of water. "Eat. We need to be prepared for our journey. Faith alone won't carry us through."
 
Nodding her head at his words, Isleen jumped off the bed rather easily before looking at him as he brought food to her. Staring at it for a few minutes, she wordlessly took the food from him and started to eat, delicately as usual. When she was finished, she looked at Roland and smirked mirthlessly. "'Faith alone won't carry us'? Says the extremely religious man~" before going straight to the door. She had no personal possessions on her, only the clothes on her back which in turn meant that it was awfully easy for her to go light. Looking out at the sun as she took a step outside, she felt it touch her skin and she smiled slightly before looking at Roland again and continuing her silent treatment as they approached the horse that they were supposed to be taking with them.

Getting on the stallion right after Roland did, she sat behind him but did not cling to him for support of any kind, staying quiet and instead, admired the scenery. She herself was unsure as to why she was so upset at the man - be it a combination of her frustration from last night, his insults towards her 'craven whore' and 'whore' in general, while okay sexually for her was on a different level after the deed was done, or her own sick way of teasing him again. So there she was, being silent and cold towards him, as if anything he was going to do was of little consequence to her.
 
He was indeed quite uncomfortable feeling her right behind him, but she kept her distance as best as she could with the saddle, which came as a surprise to him and only furthered his guilt. Did he...offend her in some way? He couldn't really look behind him, eyes intently looking towards the horizon. He traveled light, eschewing his traditional dress for something as simplistic as a mantle, his breeches and a sign from the Quinton himself to show that he was indeed a religious messenger. This silence treatmen was really unnerving to him, sighing as he carried his pack along.

They stopped near a stream, a lake that was blessed with clear waters as he stopped along, taking out a few provisions. He packed very little but kept quite some currency about him, mostly for lodging and, if needed, bribery. "Come, eat with me." he invited, waiting to see her response. Nevertheless, he clasped his hands together, saying grace to the Saints as he began to eat. It was a simple fare of cheese, bread and some salted pork, hoping it would be enough until nightfall when they would reach the small village of Kisca.

Roland didn't want to talk to the Witch, given how...rather angry he was with how she had forced onto him last night, but he felt somewhat concerned. He sat rather close, the food onto the stone used as a table. While he would never admit it...she seemed so much more charming and beautiful when she was quiet and contemplative, aside from the issue of her dress and the brief glimpses of her creamy smooth flesh exposed from where her clothes had been torn.
 
Continuing to keep to herself, Isleen was somewhat amused by the effect that her silent treatment was having on Roland. It was serving its purpose well of keeping him uncomfortable. Not even having her magic to keep her company, she could only draw patterns in the air with her finger before feeling them come to a stop at the nearby stream. Watching as he got off the horse first, she waited until her promptly invited him to eat with her. Glancing at him for a second, she finally jumped off the horse and went to his side - she liked to think it was because she was bored and not because he had implored her.

Looking at the meal, the witch slowly began to eat, as if contemplating every bite she put in her mouth but managed to remain silent, as if she were unaware of Roland's presence next to her. She could tell that he wasn't exactly in the mood to talk despite the worry his face seemed to suggest from time to time, and truth be told, she didn't really want to talk to him either. Why, they could've spent an eon together in silence and she probably wouldn't have minded.

She still felt a little tender from his words last night and with that last thought in mind, she huffed suddenly, finishing up her meal before staring out at the river, looking silently at it as it flowed endlessly.
 
The silence was really gnawing on him now. All this time he prepared himself to resist her temptations but not a single one came. In fact, he felt almost...guilty, as if she was angry with something and that she was punishing him by remaining silent. Yet, no matter how much he tried to rationalize everything, he...he still felt somewhat guilty. Was it how he had chained her up there, all alone and completely...rejected? Was it the fact that he thrust so hard inside of her that she ended up feeling hurt? Roland wasn't sure but, ironically, now that she said nothing he ended up looking towards her more than when she had yet yap going on and on.

"...Is something wrong, ..I...Isleen?" he asked, "Had I slighted you by my actions yesterday?" he questioned. Nowhere was that fanatical zeal in his words. All that remained...was pretty much an invitation to perhaps talk to him about anything that might be troubling her. Roland tried not to seem so harsh. Who knew there was a more gentler side to him! He did take his time, taking it slowly as they sat down. The weather looked very nice out, the perfect time for someone to be riding on.

While Roland didn't want to remember or relive the moments of yesterday, he still felt bitter yet...he wanted to quell the guilt in himself...
 
Blinking at Roland as he attempted to speak to her, the saying of her name startled her somewhat and her glare softened slightly. Still feeling a bit anxious about talking to him, Isleen said nothing for a long time, choosing to fidget with her fingers and the material of her clothing instead. Eventually, she opened her mouth, biting down on her lip slightly as if it were almost something that was embarrassing to admit.

"You sure know how to show a girl a good time, don't you~" She said bitterly before leaning in closer to him - in fact, leaning so close to him that if she had moved even just an inch, their lips would've met. "While I'm fine with name calling, leave it to the bedroom. Call me a 'craven whore' once more, husband and I will make sure you eat your words." She continued with a slightly dangerous aura around her.

"Oh! And next time you have no intention of getting me off, tell me so that I may do it myself~" Isleen finished haughtily, crossing her arms over her large chest.
 
Roland, like any person new to the act of sex simply blinked twice, mostly confused by the suggestive meanings she put forward. He didn't even remotely consider being GOOD at sex. Her words made him fluster, not really sure whether or not to take her words as a compliment. Yes, she was beautiful, but,atleast to him, he didn't want to take it any further than mere admiration. "A-alright...It is only right that you feel so, however...do not tempt or coerce me to such things as yesterday. Agreed, Witch?" he asked, immediately reverting back to his more prurient and almost...stern self. Despite that, it was almost cute to see him stumble with his words.

Getting...off? He wasn't quite sure what that meant, but he would assume it had something to do with the things that happen in bed. "What do you mean?" he asked, this time a little more assertively. He had to quell his impulsive and curious side, but even that could not stop him from inquiring about it. Like a parent telling her son all about the wonders of sex before marriage, Roland hated to admit it, but he was...curious. They had plenty of time before riding to Revis, so they spent some time taking a break from the otherwise long journey up until now.
 
Looking at him as he reverted back to his good ol' stern self, Isleen raised an eyebrow at his terms before pouting and nodding. "Alright, deal~" She replied, taking his hand in her own and shaking it as if a sign of a pact. She did however have to admit that it was quite adorable, watching him struggle with himself and indeed, struggle with the inherent fact that he did enjoy the sex they had last night - probably the best part being the part where he managed to ejaculate all over her breasts and face - an honor that actually very few men had.

Stretching her limbs lithely, Isleen yawned before stopping at his words and laughing loudly. "W-wha!? A-are you serious right now?!" She asked in between fits of giggles, biting down on her lip before lying back and continuing her laughing fit. After she came back up to breath, she wiped at her eyes and looked at Roland with glee. "'What do I mean'! The saintly husband is so saintly~" Isleen said before leaning in towards Roland again, her fingers touching his cock for the briefest of moments.

"Getting off... is what you did on me last night~ but you didn't let me get off~ you pulled out before I could~ besides, I have a brand on me which keeps me from getting pregnant you know~" She grinned like a Cheshire cat.
 
Deal? That...went smoothly. Roland did put some effort into the handshake, however before that it was rather limp, as if he hadn't prepared himself for the possibility of her agreeing to it. "A-alright...I will honor this agreement with the Saint's own term." he said, pretty much swearing never to call her with such harsh vulgarities, even though she had acted as wantonly as a prostitute eager to woo him into such evil deeds. He really didn't like how she had bound and pretty much forced herself to him, but...he hoped she would stay to her word.

Roland looked perplexed as she seemingly overreacted to his earnest question, laughing when she had heard him question it. Yes, it must be because of his overly modest and chaste self. When she touched his lower regions his hand pressed against her wrists, looking quite serious...had it not been for the light flush on his cheeks as he heard just what she meant. "T-th...that was my own body's natural reaction. Do not mistake that as my desire!"

He said, his facade crumbling before her wide grin. He didn't like being smiled at like so, wanting nothing more than to look away. "S-stop grinning like that. It's distracting." he whispered, sighing softly. Nevertheless, he tried to distract her from the words he spoke, saying "Why don't we go on our way? It's not far from here..."
 
Nodding at him, Isleen was rather proud of the progress her husband seemed to be making, with regards to learning about sex things. In truth, she wanted nothing more than to giggle - she had been encouraged to be highly sexual from a young age, so Roland's all around naivete was amusing to her and she wanted nothing more than to delight in playing with it. Looking at him as he spoke, she let out a few more giggles.

"What~? Cumming is your body's natural reaction~? Mmmm~ I'd be glad to help you have a few more then!" Isleen said seductively, leaning forward and licking the obvious blush on his face. It had been a while since she had had fun with some one as pure as Roland was so she was no doubt, going to milk it -and him- for all he had. Amused at his attempt to distract her, she leaned forward into him and while it was almost a violation of the deal they had just made, to Isleen it was probably worth whatever punishment he would met out.

"Oh~? But we can always explore a bit of ourselves here~ you know Roland~ do some learning~" She said lightly, licking her lips erotically, her breasts pressed together as if begging to be touched by the man.
 
"T-that is not my insinuation! That was my body's reaction and had I the will to resist, I would have!" Roland began to blush, trying his best not to appear too austere. He looked warily towards her, feeling her tongue against his cheek. This close contact did go against their...agreement, but he didn't feel at all compelled to react to it. Just how close she was...he was feeling 'that' rush once again. Such flawed and utterly craven body, godspeed until he is able to go beyond this mortal flesh, free from temptations!

Roland's patience was thinning. He pushed her softly, not really seeing the fact his hands accidentally pressed against her almost wanting breasts (In fact, her nipples seemed to stand against he fabric) to shove her backwards playfully. "Away from me, you temptress!" he said, unaware of the hardness gently forming. There was a heat within his loins and his cheeks. Was it this easy to tease him?!

"Mhmph. Let's go." he said, trying to look away as he wanted to get on their way to Revis. There was a small village named Kisca, not too far from there. Perhaps they'd rest there for the night; bandits roamed within these bounds.
 
Isleen let out a loud laugh as Roland pushed her away, whimpering slightly as his hands touched her breasts. "M-mmmm...~ your hands seem more than willing...~" She giggled before looking at the hardness starting to form in his pants. Licking her lips, his cock was quite an exceptional one - a lot better than the ones that she had been exposed to before. Letting him look away but unable to ignore his blush, the Witch leaned forward again, this time to pinch his cheeks. "Hee hee~ you're adorable~ I'm glad you're my husband~"

However, the best was yet to come for her and Roland too, eagerly awaiting Roland to get back on the horse. When he did, Isleen pressed up against him, her breasts on his back as her arms snaked around to his front, gently touching his waist. "So where to now~? Perhaps the little village of Kisca~? It's a quaint cute little village~ been there a few times myself~" She said happily, her fingers pressing into his cock now, massaging it gently as she rest her head on his shoulder.
 
"M-my hands?! Ack!" he immediately tried to move away, furthering his embarrassment. He didn't want to admit it, but...her compliments were really flustering him up. He didn't apologize, but he was quite embarrassed by the events that occurred. He felt so...disgusting whenever she was close, always making him feel less...chaste. Yet...there was a side of him that couldn't help but admire her, feeling a certain...emptiness in her voice. Like all those sweet words she could coo close to his ear was nothing more than just hollow words.

Roland tried to swat her arms away, but instead vouched to ignore it as best he could. "Yes. I feel we should rest there, just so that we wouldn't risk venturing out into the darkness." he said, sighing. All that changed when she felt her hands encroaching towards his groin. He just glared at her, then continued towards the village. Kisca was a small and sleepy town, save for a few caravans and soldiers the town was largely quiet.

Then, he turned towards Isleen, looking wearily as he came back from paying the stable boy. "Please don't do that ever again." he said, sounding rather...tired and weary, referring to their first night when she forcibly made him 'come'. He wasn't hungry at all, despite the amount of time it took to get there, instead booking a room. "...Not again."he said, sighing when there was only one bed in that room. Oh how suggestive this would be!
 
Isleen laughed as Roland glared at her, removing her hands from his crotch but keeping herself pressed against him rather affectionately, as if she enjoyed the intimacy. When they arrived at the village, she jumped off immediately and took in the sights - indeed, it was the same as it ever was. She had come here a number of times under different guises and always enjoying the little game she played of break the strongest man in town, usually using her sexual prowess.

Giggling to herself as she remembered each time fondly, she stretched and then looked to Roland who was looking a little more than worse for wear. Tilting her head to the side slightly, Isleen moved towards him and nuzzled him affectionately before letting out a laugh. "Ahahahaha~! Well, as long as you don't chain me to the wall again, anything goes right~?" Isleen asked with a mischievous giggle.
 
Truly, things were going to turn up as they had the previous night. He shook his head almost instantly, wanting not to remember the events that transpired then. "R-remember our contract, you witch!" he said, immediately laying down his pack and his outer mantle, revealing simple breeches, a sash around his waist and his pants. He looked awfully plain, Roland didn't really do much aside from leave the room only to return with some water and a bit of bread.

As he read the map, he sighed. While his travels with...the witch had been most atypical, there was something inside him that couldn't deny wanting to travel with her. "Do you desire me to tie you down as well?" he asked, trying, for the first time, to crack a joke her way. His brief moments with Isleen did change him, for the better or worst one could argue. He was alot more...open to showing feelings other than contempt or stoicism and for sure, he wasn't hurting her for being so lewd to him as compared to before when he'd gag or outright strike her cheek for doing so.

The night was young, but they were quite weary from their journey, his rear quite numb on that saddle for so long. So, he knelt, closing his eyes and clasping his fingers, reciting, unknowingly, a different canto to ensure she would not have her dark powers released once again...
 
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