The Debauched Of Antlin 30 Troubled Tranquility. +18

Worried, he rushed up the stairs, but when he arrived in the middle of the steps leading to the first floor of this hotel known for its calm, he could hear a deafening din emanating from a room not far away.

This time very angry, he ran to the place where people who did not care about the rest of the customers were having a party without even bothering to lower their voices.

Paying no attention to the bedroom number, with his powerful leg, he broke the thick door that separated him from the indecent revellers.

He did not recognize the three men in fancy jackets who in all likelihood, took a real pleasure in masturbating, nor the one who was completely naked, lazily smoking a thick cigar out the window.

The Viscount also did not know who this very young beauty was who sat on a c.o.c.k filing her p.u.s.s.y and another one vigorously who penetrated her pretty little white a.s.s, held in her hands two stems whose sperm-stained glans she greedily licked...

... However, these two a.s.sholes who were f.u.c.king her wildly, he immediately knew who they were.

That's how his guards were performing their duties, when their colonel had to go to the Gentlemen's company to buy some toys that he hoped would satisfy his Rhea, who was until now insatiable.

Thinking of his Rhea, after having set foot on an idiot in a toga, tied up and pitifully crawling on the ground with the intention of fleeing, the speechless Viscount saw his beautiful one with swollen nipples in a most audacious position, kissing her little maid.

Perhaps bringing his beauty to this pervert Baron's house wasn't such a good idea after all?

After a brief reconsideration of his earlier action, the Viscount chased away the strangers who turned out to be the boss and hotel guests, offered a few generous a.s.s-kicking to his guards, and then ordered them to take the worm back to his cellar.

The troublemakers left, but faced with a Rhea who looked at him with hatred and held closely the young brunette with big b.r.e.a.s.t.s in her arms, so as not to risk compromising his marriage, he obeyed her orders and undertook to milk her swollen teats, and this, until the time of breakfast arrived and that the beautiful freed him from his obligations.

That day, around 09:00am, the time to leave having come, the Viscount gathered his soldiers and brought the carriages to the foot of the hotel in Rhea.

The carriages ready to go, hidden in their own, since his future wife had severely beaten them on several occasions, his concubines did not even dare to breathe.

Seeing no objection to the request of his beautiful wife, who no longer wished to be separate from her new friend, it was decided that Agathe would accompany them to the Capital.

…

For six days, the carriages were driven on a particularly well protected main road. Between the watchtowers, the mounted soldiers patrolling in the area and the many adventurers surveying the Niore region, the carriage procession did not encounter any group of bandits or monsters crazy enough to dare to attack the small army.

However, the heavy rains that recently drowned the lands of the small northern kingdom of Senia broke this tranquillity.

The small bridge over the main road washed away by the current of the swollen river, forced the procession to head south in order to bypa.s.s this problem.

…

The lunch composed of cold turkey and celery too stringy according to the girls, finished, Rhea, accompanied by Agathe and her maid Lola, discreetly moved away from the camp to go for a walk on a small path on the edge of a forest.

With their bellies a little too heavy, the three young women are lying peacefully in the gra.s.s, when Rhea suddenly stands up.

A few seconds later, Agathe, about to fall asleep, opens her beautiful green eyes, puts a finger on one of her rings and the next moment, a sword in her hands, the young woman stands firmly on her two legs.

"A platoon of soldiers?"

With her hands on the pommels of her two thin swords, Rhea shakes her head at the words of her lover.

"No, it's just a small squad. 8, no, 9 soldiers galloping directly towards us. Besides, they're not the only ones who aren't heading in our direction."

What a show-off that girl is. Does she think she can fool her by pretending to have such a sharp ear?

Agathe smiles as she looks at Rhea whose face hasn't lost her seriousness, but she doesn't respond to her presumptuous a.s.sertion and in order not to lose her vigilance, she focuses her attention again on the turn seven hundred feet from their position.

The sound of the horses galloping now closer, reverberating through the soil, the young maid wakes up and rubs her eyes.

She observes a little distractedly the two girls standing up who seem ready to engage in a merciless fight, but her life having become very sweet since she is under Rhea's orders, too lazy, she yawns and falls asleep again, immediately.

It is precisely at the very moment Lola joins a world made of beautiful dresses that nine soldiers on horseback appear after crossing the bend of the small shady path.

Rhea watches their armour carefully, however, according to her still confused memories, she doesn't think she has ever seen soldiers wearing white.

Seven hundred feet is only a small distance to cover for war horses thrown at triple gallop.

A distance so minute that so that the moment after their appearance, these men are already pulling the harnesses of their mounts.

…

A tall red-haired man turns away towards a stunted old man with weasel eyes, that's hanging on tight against his broad shoulders.

The old man pulls a small object out of his blue hooded dress, wears it to his eyes, and then nods his head repeatedly.

"We've finally found her, Sergeant Vidal. I can feel it in me, but more importantly, the link proves that one of these three women is the one we're looking for."

They've been looking for this woman for months, but every time they thought they could finally get their hands on her, she disappeared suddenly.

Each time, they would wait between two and three days before that crazy old mage Taberne felt her presence to several Miles from where they stood.

The red-haired man confirms with his head, then gets off his horse that one of his soldiers is holding by his harness.

"h.e.l.lo Misses, I am Sergeant Vidal, subordinate to His Highness the Second Prince, Eric of Visgon. We are currently looking for a group of a.s.sa.s.sins who are lurking in the area. For this reason, as well as permanently excluding you as a potential suspect, I'll ask for your cooperation in presenting me with your ID."

Distrustful but not wis.h.i.+ng to alienate the soldiers of the country in which she wishes to start her new life, Agathe lays her finger on her ring which has the particularity of conserving her objects in a small dimension independent of this world, that in this world, beings have named, storage ring.

With her card in her left hand, , without lowering her vigilance, she holds it out to this red-haired sergeant who inspires only distrust to her.