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Zagathoth tilts his head and raises an eyebrow as he tries to puzzle through his lover's flowery answer. Giving up, he shrugs and replies, "he can make it so you're not tired or sore anymore... then we can make more sex. You want me to go get him?" This will be interesting... very interesting... You are spoiling me, Zaggy! replies Molly, blushing and biting her bottom lip... Alright, let's see how many more times we can reach the heights of paradise, my insatiable lover!
Can magic truly restore my virginity, Zaggy? Now that you've deflowered me, I don't know if my flower can withstand a new deflowering...
Spent and panting on the bed from their vigorous "celebrating", Molly grins at Zagathoth and hides under the sheets... Normally, I would scold you for such an improper suggestion, Zaggy... but I might have to start recruiting some of the other girls to help satisfy your superhuman cravings, my big, strong champion!
Zagathoth’s lover and Cardinal D’Borja’s scullery maid, Molly, dances seductively as well, her green eyes casting mischievous invitations to Zagathoth...
Molly’s normally tan face is pale as she stands before Cardinal Lucius, and she is noticeably nervous and mortified as the cardinal begins his stern speech. Her face reddens at his frank statement of the facts, but her eyes widen in unconcealable surprise and excitement when he offers her employment in his luxurious palazzo. She is trembling and damp-eyed when she smiles and nods vigorously to signify her consent to the cardinal’s conditions. Oh, My Lord! I won’t disappoint Your Grace! Thank Your Grace very much indeed! It’d be a proper honor to serve in Your Grace’s palazzo! She courtesies and kisses Lucius’ ring several times...
Well, then... Go ahead and ask His Grace if it’s permissible while I hide here in the sheets! Hahaha!
Molly lies flat on her back, tangled up in the sheets on Zagathoth’s bed, exhausted and softly moaning with satisfaction... Her head jerks up and she shoots a disbelieving grin at Zagathoth when he invites her to stay and make the sex with him frequently. But... surely you jest, Signor Zaggi! Would not the good cardinal object to a whor—er, common wench—staying in his fine palazzo!? I mean, not that I wouldn’t leap at the chance, my great big bull! Hehehe! She blushes and sighs as she massages herself...down there...
Whispering in the orc’s pointy green ear: Allora dobbiamo rimediare stasera, coraggioso guerriero... Italian dirty talk! Lol:
Then we must remedy that tonight, brave warrior... That night, Wench Molly takes Zagathoth’s virginity...
No, Signor, I am a maiden! Wench Molly blushes and flutters her eyelashes at the orc brawler...
A pretty lass keeps Zagathoth well fed, sitting on his lap and feeding him grapes, olives, cheese, and lamb shanks, and pouring ale down his throat to wash it down...
To Anabelle: Ha! In love again, ye hussy!?
Oh! .... The saints preserve me! .... Th-thank you, m'lord! .... Thank you very much, indeed! Wench Molly seems frankly stunned by Iommi-Tyr's rich tip.... She quickly recovers her wits, and sets about coming up with ways to make Tyr's stay more comfortable, convenient, and pleasant....
Wench Molly escorts Kiyu to the last available tub (there are four).... May I 'elp m'lady disrobe?
O' course I can, m'lady! I'll draw a nice 'ot bath for ye me self, m'lady.... The wench beckons Kiyu to follow her to an upstairs room with a fireplace where kettles of hot water are ready to be added to the leukwarm water that half fills several copper tubs in the spacious upstairs room.... Steam, and the scent of soap and perfumed oils fills the chamber....
There currently are other patrons enjoying a nice hot bath here.... The bath is only 4 pence, m'lady....
But I'm sure you're a good witch that practices white magic.... Not an evil witch that practices black magic.... If you're e'en a witch at all.... I'm sorry for assumin'....
Brazenly locking eyes with the Egyptian witch, the wench grins and replys: Not that I lose much sleep over sinnin' me self, m'lady.... I ought t' be stoned to death for what I've done, accordin' to The Bible.... So I'm all for turnin' the other cheek, as the Good Lord says we ought.... I got no personal qualms with witches, sister.... Me mum birthed me wi' the help o' a good witch, so I'm no one to judge.... Just a word to the wise, is all I meant.... The good witch what 'elped birth me was burnt at the stake along with some evil ones a few years ago....
Not long after Iommi-Tyr is seated, yet another lovely wench decides to try to milk him for some coins.... She comes up behind him, whispers something naughty about what other services besides drinks and food the wenches at The Boar's Head are willing to provide generous patrons, and begins to massage his tense and travel-weary shoulders rather skillfully.... You lot look a long way from home, 'ansome.... I'd guess you're a Viking boy.... Am I right? Denmark? Maybe Gotland? Or Norway?.... An' that friend o' yours.... She nods at Hisao.... 'e's a Chinaman, yeah? An'.... She squints a moment at Nacht, trying vainly to penetrate the shadows of the cowl that covers his head and face.... Can't tell.... But I'd guess 'e must be 'orribly ugly, to 'ide 'is face, beggin' my pardon--I mean no offense--but I'm sure e'd show 'is face if 'e were as 'ansome as you be, m' Viking lad! But your other friends look like a proper English lord.... nodding at Alphonse, ....and an Irishman, or I'm the Queen o' Fairyland! Heehee! Staring a moment at Kiyu.... Whozzat?.... Not your wife, I hope.... Looks like a Gypsey lass.... Be she a witch? 'Cause we burn witches around these parts, as The Bible says we ought! |
