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The unlikely duo! (QB X Ursa)

Isleen immediately jumped on the bed as they made it inside, rolling around on it as if laying claim to it before looking at Roland who was removing his outer layer of clothing. At his joke, she blinked and tilted her head to the side before understanding that it was his attempt to tell a joke - though she was sure that people shouldn't joke about such things unless it was in a sexual manner. Moving herself on the bed so that she was lying on her stomach, she licked her lips and moved her legs back and forth in a girlish manner.

"I'd prefer to stay free tonight thanks~" She smiled before watching him as he got to his knees. He was praying again, and Isleen could not even begin to fathom what for. Moving her position, she sat facing him on the bed, watching him and gently lifting her foot to his face, brushing away strands of hair that kept her from seeing him fully.

"When you pray husband, what exactly do you pray for?" Isleen asked, looking down at him from her position. The position of her feet only served to make their difference in position more obvious, a haughty smile almost on her lips.
 
The Cleric tried his hardest not to pay any attention to her shenanigans as he knelt to pray, closing his eyes as he began to chant quietly, his voice hollow and almost...soulless, as if he had sung these same cantos time and time again. If she really didn't want to be chained up like last time...then perhaps she'd act with greater humility and act properly! He stopped his prayer halfway, however, when he noticed her laying about on the bed. "As long as you do not attempt what had occurred yesterday, then I will be sure not to bind you down." Hoping that it would be the last of the distractions he went back to prayer, facing the edge of the bed, like any good Cleric would.

Though, when she began to move his hair with her feet, he opened his eyes, flushing when he saw her juicy clit, slightly engorged trapped against what few strands remained in the way. She hadn't changed her clothes?! He flushed a bit, stumbling as he shook his head, sighing as he pushed away her leg. He paid no mind to the haughtiness she displayed. The feel of the smooth toes and the gentle caress of her nylon full-body tights. "I pray for my Master, the Quinton, Saint's Haven and all the adherents in my prayers." he stated plainly, "And of course, I pray for rightful judgment of souls who had long strayed from righteousness...for only either penitence or hellfire awaited them." It seemed like he said the last part just for her, but he sighed.

"And...I pray for this journey...so that I may return back to the Monastery, safe and sound..." He showed no real anger for being stuck with the engagement ring. He didn't admit it, but...he did pray for her as well, to hope that no ill would fall to her and that she would turn from her sinful ways... but to that, he sighed.
 
Noticing his glance towards her lower parts, Isleen tilted her head to the side and smirked. Letting him push her foot away, she kept quiet for now while listening to him talk, finding it somewhat interesting. "Don't worry~ I won't do what I did yesterday, that I can promise~ however... that's funny, what you pray for. Have you ever thought that those people who strayed from your idea of 'righteousness' strayed because they wanted to? Maybe because they found no solace in your petty little idea, they found it much easier, less restricting...~?" She asked curiously, genuinely wondering if this was something Roland had ever considered before.

"Some people stray because they don't have a choice~ others stray because it's what's best for them and the decisions they choose to make," Isleen continued, flicking her hair to the side, letting black strands of hair slip through her fingers before looking back at Roland and smiling. Leaning in towards him, moving her legs over his shoulders and his face pressed to her almost bare breasts, she licked her lips as she whispered in his ear. "And besides~ don't you wonder what it would be like~? To play a little on the dark side~? I mean! What religion can you be if you do not truly open yourself to all the pleasures that your body can offer~! It's not something that has to immediately become a desperate obsession you know~" She smiled, pulling away from him.
 
That was new: a thoughtful idea, from this harlot? He ended his prayer on a quick note, taking a look her way as he deliberated an answer to her question; this was an easy one. "Perhaps that is why there is suffering in this world: people stray away from righteous teaches and commit all sorts of crimes. Had everyone followed the teachings of the Saint then I would be most certain there would be no violence in our world." he came off sounding pretentious and rather arrogant, but...there was a sense of longing in there. "Prurient desires are fleeting. Rewards in the afterlife aren't. It is all a choice of one's reward." While he was not faithful to seek a reward, he could not help but think also...

And then, she said so. While he couldn't fathom just who would stray away from the Saint's teachings intentionally, he did question their judgment. "One must trust in the Heavens, not in their individual power. But, that is their own foolishness, sadly." But...then... what about her? He couldn't fathom the Saint abandoning anyone...wasn't the Saint the figure who would welcome all and any (save for heretics) into her fold?

When tempted, he felt her breasts almost against him, sucking in his breast and consequently softly blowing against her nipple and supple flesh unintentionally. He tried to move away, however. "No. I don't want to imagine what it's like to be a woman without morals and a loose sense of fidelity." he spat out, trying his best to keep his composure to hide the fluster on his cheeks. But...her invitation was almost...enticing.

"Why...why don't you pray, Witch?" he asked curiously. He never asked why heretics did what they did so: if anything, this question was a first. instead of simply condemning her for her disbelief, he wanted to know why...perhaps then he might come to understand...
 
Isleen smiled as Roland finished his business and spoke to her and she listened, as she was genuinely intrigued with what he had to say. Tilting her head from side to side, as if to an invisible beat, Isleen looked at him and smiled. "You say that, but again I tell you - what if the teachings of your Saint could not provide them with the answers they needed? After all, I doubt your Saint's teachings put food on the table for a starving family of four." She smiled, biting her lip as she felt Roland moved against her breasts but let him pull away, laughing at his words.

"Oh~ You have such a low opinion of me, Roland dear~ I may be without morals but my fidelity is not loose, of this I assure you husband." Isleen replied, licking her lips and laughing internally at him, watching him try to hide his blush and his embarrassment from her was almost too much fun. Crossing her legs one over, Isleen rested her head on her hand and watched the man in front of her, regarding him with her dark amused eyes.

At his question, Isleen contrived to look thoughtful before looking at Roland. "Why do I not pray... Hm. I was born into a Saint-less world. There was no one to guide me as to what the difference between right and wrong was, therefore, my good is your wrong and my wrong is your right." She replied softly, and it was true. Her mother had always been the one to guide her how to live her life, and in turn, it had become the only thing she had ever known.
 
Testing of one's faith never really ended on a pretty note: most of the time it involved, at the very least, passionate insults and at worst, genocide. Yet here Roland was, listening to her every word trying to lend a reasonable ear to her words. The puritanical him would have smote the witch where she stood, but he took heed of her reasons, replying "The Monastery-Brothers often feed those who are hungry. There are always answers in the Saint. All you have to do is look into the light and stop playing int he darkness." The reply sounded so basic, but he did not continue beyond that.

He snorted sarcastically when he heard her words. "Immoral, yet faithful? I believe you cannot have only one or another. You need to be both to be a splendid wife...not that I'd take you for one!" He flushed, blushing with the insinuation. By this point he acknowledged just how beautiful Isleen was. Now, he wanted to just resist the urge to perhaps molest or take her advances head-on.

When he heard her story, he felt almost...sorry for her. To think that someone would be born at a time when the Saint herself turned away... "If you live a simple, prurient life with faith and devotion, your eyes will be opened to a truth." he said, trying to move away from such...close contact with her especially after he had just finished praying..
 
Isleen tilted her head to the side and smiled. "It's more than just feeing those who are hungry... I'm trying to tell you Roland, your Saint does not offer all the answers you think it does. What does your Saint say to a girl who has been raped and beaten by other men? She did nothing to deserve such treatment and yet it still happened to her~" The Witch said rather carelessly, having seen it happen more than once during her travels.

Pouting adorably at his sarcastic snort, she leaned over to him again, elegant beauty more apparent up close. "You're saying your wife can't be a beast in bed? Why does it always have to be one or the other with you~? If that's the way you feel, I feel sorry for your future wife! Your cock is probably going to shrivel up and die in her barren mound!" She said with a tone that teetered on both teasing and warning, with both of them knowing she had the power to exact such vengeance on him.

Flicking her hair rather haughtily as he spoke, Isleen turned to look at him. "If I had a choice, I would've lived a simple life. But as such, one's machinations never come to be and life often has a greater plan with those called to its service~" She said with a profound tone.
 
Such fallacies...it made it hard for him to resist drawing his mace and smashing the bones of the heretic before him! He boiled with white-hot fury, yet he simmered in regret. While he did play the pious one, he could not...refute the things she said. He remembered a woman who was flogged in public after she was considered to have wantonly cheated on her virtuous husband. She had told them she was raped, yet she received punishment when she ran to the office of a Penton, only to be found with her dead raped with her throat slit, perhaps as revenge for tattling with the Religious authorities. Such an incident disgusted him, but the Penton had but one answer: 'That was her fate, the fate of all who practice infidelity'. He did not respond, instead left to stew in his own silent reflection.

He tried to shift back when she moved close, instead sighing. "The act of sex m-must be used only for impregnation, not for one's carnal desires!" he said, feeling his body act against him, flustering while his manhood began to harden. "I will take no wife, I have vowed such upon the Saint's honor!" For the first time...he began to fear Isleen. Not because she was dangerous, but rather how easy it seemed for her to insert such poisonous yet truthful words that contradicted the dogma he so defended!

Yes, everyone would have wanted a simple life. Looking quite out of answers, he simply snorted then said "Hmph. I shall have no more of this! Let us get our rest and we shall be about it!" he said, wanting no more to argue about her as he tossed her a pillow and a blanket, instead removing his outer mantle as he thrust himself into the bed, wanting instead to forget about her words...
 
Judging by the look on Roland's face, Isleen knew she was right and shrugged her shoulders before giggling as he shifted back from her. The Witch was amused by the effect that she seemed to have on the man, for every time she moved forward he pulled back from her. With slight amusement, she noted that it was probably because she was having more of an effect on him than he anticipated. Isleen had expected as much though - considering he had lived an entirely sheltered life, safe under the rules and laws of his Saint, despite the fact that the rest of the world hardly abided to him.

"Take no wife~? But we're married remembered~?" She said teasingly, pointing at his heart and drawing a little circle in the air. "After all, if I die, you die too~" Isleen continued with a mischievous lick of her lips at the end of her sentence. Laughing to herself as he tossed her a blanket and a pillow, she realized that the man was out of sharp words before watching him as pressed himself into the bed.

Considering she was sharing the other half with him, she pressed the pillow in between them and covered herself with the blanket, before a dirty idea crossed her mind. Not really caring if Roland was awake or asleep, she pressed her hands to her body, running them up and down before freeing her breasts from the ripped material they had been entrapped in. Slowly, she started to tease her own nipples to erection, intent on getting the orgasm(s) she was so cruelly denied the night before.
 
Ignoring her words, he stuffed the other pillow above his head, trying to drown out what words came. They weren't married, they were simply bound to the same fate! How dare she try and reason otherwise! Tossing and turning, he tried to remove the vision he had of her from his mind, wanting no longer to imagine her beautiful appearance. Such temptations...was he too weak to resist?! He could not fathom the idea of such, struggling to keep himself focused away from the happenings of the day and onto her irresistible body.

The moan made him rise up intently, almost afraid that she had been harmed...only to completely gawk when he had seen the creamy smooth skin of her beautiful breasts, her pink nipples hardened, twin peaks atop her suppleness. "W-what are you doing?!" he gasped out, feeling his hardness begin to form as he struggled with his conscience. There was...a fire within his figure that wanted to take her, for a repeat of the things that had happened prior.

Instead, he lunged towards her, trying to stop her from fondling herself...only to fall with his hands onto her wrists onto a position that was all too compromising. When he saw this, he gasped, his face fully flushed and his erection against her wet groin. "S-stop this at once!" he gasped out. He was slowly losing his control. All she needed was to tip him away...
 
Purring as she continued to touch herself, one part of her was amused that Roland seemed surprised by her and the other part was too busy admiring herself to actually care to stop. Yelping loudly as he suddenly lunged towards her, she licked her lips and grinned lopsidedly at him. "Well well~ you're the one who said stop and yet, look at you~ so eager to have your way with me~ why...~ look at this!" She giggled, arching her hips towards his hard thickness, once again tempting the man into having his way with her.

"It's not that hard you know...~ and it's not something particularly immoral... Roland... think of it this way~ I'm a bad girl, in need of dire punishment and the only way you can punish me in a way I'll understand, is with this~" She explained, nudging his cock with her hips again. If this worked to convince him, she finally had her out to have him fuck her so hard she couldn't walk straight whenever she pleased!
 
Only when he realized what he had done he tried to flee, breaking away from the forcible pin, pushing himself back on the bed. He was right all along...he should have just put the sultry Magi in her place instead of taking her along with him...it hadn't been a day since their travels and already he found himself wasting away his purity because of the evil things that she seemed all too fond to do. "I...I only acted in defense, to restrain your bohhhhhhdy!" he moaned out, gasping when he felt her hips rubbing against his hardened shaft. His nightly breeches failed to hide the erection, poking against the cloth.

"O-outrageous! Absurd!" he cried out, gasping as he heard her terms. Yet, for reasons only the Saint would Know, he felt...sort of on the same page as he, a line of thought that was dangerous. Then, with a sigh, he looked her way. "I...If I do so...will you dress modestly, act more maturely and not...try to do more of such things?" he asked, finally giving up. Most of his body just wanted to grasp her beautiful breasts, suckle her tits dry of milk then rape her to oblivion. His mind wanted to reason with him, but it was clear that his body wanted carnal desires wile his mind desired the spiritual rewards.

"Promise me never to try such things...to seduce me, if I were to sleep by you?" he asked, looking right into her eyes, wanting to hear her next move...
 
Isleen couldn't stop being amused with Roland - she had truly chosen a worthy husband! Continuing to move her hips against him, she licked her lips as he looked back into her own and smiled. "You can only restrain me with your own body...~ I'm just saying...~" She said with a delightful purr before looking at him as he seemed to finally relinquish his control.

It must've been quite tiring for him to be in control all the time, especially when his more carnal desires wanted nothing more than to break free of the prison that his virtues had built. Laughing at his words, she moved her leg back expertly around to rub against his hardened cock, his clothing doing very little to hide his arousal. "I won't dress any different~ if it pleases you, I'll try to act maturely although if I must be honest, this is the most mature I get...~ and, if it so pleases you, I won't seduce you~" She smiled, almost acquiescing too easily to his last demand.

After all, either finding another man to bed or touching one's self couldn't count as seducing him when he wasn't even directly involved couldn't count, right?
 
Roland was so disgusted that he couldn't help but feel embarassed. He was seething with fury inside yet he refused to show none of it. He simply lay there, his hardness showing and his face almost dumbfounded, as if she had posed a question that truly stumped him. He tried to form sentences, but none would come, his eyes fixed upon her haughty visage, her breasts right before him tantalizingly within reach, nipples hard against the sheer fabric that tried in vain to cover them up. He wasn't really sure what to say, even. How was he going to react with her reply? Was he going to use his body to physically restrain her? Or did he just have to sate her...?

"N-no. I ask for more. If you can meet me halfway then I shall oblige." it pained him to throw away a virtue so strong, but if that was what it took to accomplish this mission...perhaps then...for sure he'd have to go on a pilgrimage and to ask for purification for all the sins he was about to do! But, there was something in him that sort of...enjoyed what was occurring, to some degree. Such prurient pleasures...why was must he be tempted so!?

"If...if you keep such...carnal things to the bed, I shall agree." he stated, "Of course...atleast repair the cloth of your...bodice." He hated to admit it, but at times he would often catch a glimpse of her moist nether regions or the pink shade of her nipple from time to time. Atleast, he hoped, that he could keep her under control...no matter what the cost.

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Marisala had done well to keep their 'livestock' well handled. He noticed his men were alot more alert and eager to work if that meant giving them a chance to go 'to the stables'. He didn't bother getting them more slave girls like that cock-craving Knight, but she had done much well to keep her wanting more. There were vestiges of her loyalty, as proven when she tried to escape, but he had all the time in the world to break her in.

When Marisala returned, he was quick to kiss her, groping her breast. She was no liar: he found himself entranced to the spell caster, her beauty and her skill was beyond mesmerizing. "Ahhh. A pleasure to see you return. How fares the dealings with those uncouth barbarians?" he asked, having sent her on a mission to bring a few unruly bandits to his cause. Regardless of what technique she used, he was pleased to hear she had done her job well.

Walking down, he watched as a guard walked out of a locked door, smiling as he saw his craven little whore Edith. Bound with a bar spreader on her ankles, forced apart quite a distance she was stockaded, a pillory affixing her neck and arms while chains dangled the pillory upwards, a pully above for other such toys like the wooden horse or a pike with a phallic object replacing the spearhead for more tortures. She was open-mouth gagged, for the men loved hearing her gagged squeals while small weights dangled from her breasts and a few rings on her clit: a symbol of her servitude to him. "Good afternoon, cow." he said, wondering if she had lost her name among the many times she was called Whore. He motioned for Marisala to renew her seal. Childbith would be most detrimental to them!

"Are you ready for a serving of my Noble cock?"
 
Isleen smiled at Roland, now keeping her limbs to herself. It was amusing to see him struggle so much - another part of the dynamics between them that had made selecting Roland so much fun to Isleen. Breathing softly, her chest heaving up and down as she listened to him speak, nodding her head every once in a while to indicate she was still listening. "Mmmm... I guess I can try to~ and of course, repairing my clothing is easy~" She said with a grin before moving her face closer to his, their lips inches apart.

"Of course~ it also comes with my own conditions~ if you get to have yours then I definitely get to have mine~" Isleen continued, licking at Roland's lips. "You must sate me when I choose so, with the exception of a few pressing matters, you will do this without fail."

It was really up to him whether or not he acquiesced - such carnal pleasures was a necessity for Isleen, as much as she hated to admit and she would be getting what she wanted with or without his knowledge.

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The Witch was greeted with a kiss from the Duke, letting out a wanton moan as he groped her breast before smiling. "Mmm~ they came along quite willingly~ all I had to do was bat my eyelashes at them and they were falling all over themselves~" Marisala smiled before following him as he moved to where the cow was being kept. Despite the number of times she been filled up, Marisala still found it amusing that she had thoughts of escape. Sighing to herself, she pressed her hand to the girl's side, the familiar mark showing up before letting Daniel have at the woman.

Edith hardly had any semblance of who she used to be, even the escape she had attempted before was more of a reflex than actual knowing why she needed to escape. Biting her gag slightly, she made muffled cries when Daniel and Marisala appeared before her, struggling slightly. She knew exactly why he was here - it was the same reason any of the guards came here to her. Tearing almost instinctively, Edith could only nod her head at the Duke's question, having no other choice.
 
While he was reluctant to agree to her terms, he knew well just what kind of a person she was like: witches were very deceptive, just knowing what kind of foul tricks she could perform even without the binding canto reminded him about how very dangerous she was. On the other hand, he knew that he had to trust her...otherwise they would not make it far int heir mission. While the fact that she could dress a little modestly was a small source of consolation, her offer was a bit...hard to swallow. Not to mention that he had to pleasure her and give up to his wanton desires... "O-Only in private. That is my only condition." By the saint, he was so red from all the embarrassment! He knew almost nothing about pleasure...even if he just went straight to using...that to pleasure her, he wasn't even sure if he was doing it right!

"L...let's get this over with." he sighed, crawling up to the bed. He began to undo his breeches, but stopped short of being naked down low. "W-w...what should I do?" he asked, his status as a novice who simply got lucky that time becoming apparent at this point. He was flustering, not really sure what else to do...her breasts did look very enticing from where he lay, however...he didn't seem to have the courage or initiative to reach out to fondle them...

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With his breeches lowered, he eased his cock right into forced-open mouth, already dripping with semen and her drool. Abused time and time again. If he removed her gag what he'd hear would probably be just some gagged whimpers and useless sobbing. "So, we're going to get our plan in motion soon...just a little more and ugghhhnnnmmmpphhh~! I'll be sure you let you go on your own way~" he promised, his whispers ever so enticing as he moaned, cumming right on her face and letting the jizm slowly drip down her face.

"Do you like taking it up the pussy too, cow?" he asked, spanking her rear as he, with vigor continued to thrust in and out of her all-too abused pussy. Even so, she was still pretty tight right inside, his cock massaged by her inner tunnel as he continued to make love to her, as had many men often with her in such compromising and straining positions. How long had she been forced to stand, back bent like that? The torture never seemed to end even after they broke her mind mostly.

He turned to Marisala, asking "What do you like most in men?" he asked curiously, squirting deep inside of her as the brand prevent her pregnancy yet again.
 
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