The Debauched Of Antlin 33 A Confession At The Wrong Time

It is in one of these small villages, often welcoming but which has not much to offer, that Rhea and Agathe, still very lively, get restless in the bedroom she shares after having bought some local sweets and managed to find an inhabitant to lodge them.

At nightfall, lying on the small mattress filled with straw that p.r.i.c.ks her little b.u.t.tocks, Rhea is subjected to the torture of a very fit Agathe.

"No, I don't want this horrible tasting candy. These local products are really to vomit. Really, I feel like the baker made them with his feet."

Climbing on Rhea's belly who strugglles to push the candy Agathe is trying to force into her mouth, the brown girl in tears she laughs so hard, decides to tickle her belly to lower her defenses.

"But see who is playing her rebellious little girl and wickedly pus.h.i.+ng away all my good attentions. Come on, girl, open your pretty little mouth to please me."

Unable to stand the tickling any longer, Rhea bursts out laughing. Unfortunately for her, it doesn't take more than that for Agathe to take advantage of the opportunity and throw this horrible candy in her mouth.

"Ugh, but are those things made from manure or what? You b.i.t.c.h, you're gonna wish you hadn't done that. Prut."

The candy soaked of saliva almost immediately spat out by Rhea, lands on Agathe's cheek. Without the young brunette having time to react, she rolls to the side and soon she's the one who's subjected to Rhea's will.

The two smiling girls stand still for a moment for looking into each other's eyes. Rhea, blocks Agathe's wrists, slowly leans her face towards her. With her sensual mouth open, she takes pleasure in blowing towards the nose of the beautiful brunette, whose complexion instantly fades.

Believing that this gentle torture is not enough compared to the one her friend inflicted on her, Rhea runs her tongue over her lips, then she puts them against that of poor Agathe.

Her accomplice clenches her teeth so tightly, that despite all the force she exerts, Rhea's tongue cannot find its way to the warmth of her beautiful lover.

Less teasing than Aghate, Rhea frees her two arms. Her hands, now unoccupied, caress her flat belly, move up towards her beautiful b.r.e.a.s.t.s, slide over her big, erected nipples, and finally linger on Agathe's long brown hair.

To the great despair of the Vicomte La.s.sale, who sometimes feels a little lonely without his hypothetical future wife, the two girls refuse to separate.

They like to laugh together, to walk hand in hand, to fall asleep in each other's arms so that they can kiss each other as soon as the first rays of the morning sun traverse windows.

Sometimes they bicker, insult each other. Sometimes they even bite each other, pinch each other or pull each other's hair violently. No matter how intense their arguments are, their cold spells never last long and after these bad moments come the most delicious reconciliations.

With her hand caressing Rhea's cheeks, Agathe decides that this is the best time to talk about her future plans with her beautiful Rhea.

"Once I arrive in Piotre, I'll buy myself a small mansion in the upper town. Oh, not a very big one, but I will employ a maid who will also act as a cook. To occupy my days, I have decided to become a proud adventuress who will work for peace. I'll beat the countryside to defeat the monsters that terrorize the weakest and I suppress the bandits who prey on women.

I will join a small team of two men and two women. Parity is very important to maintain good relations within a group, at least, that's what I believe.

Well, I'm not going to beat around the bush. Rhea, when I met you, I wanted you immediately. After only a few hours in your company, I couldn't take a step without you. I wasn't sure what those feelings were that I didn't know, but today I can say that I love you. Rhea, forget that useless Viscount and come and live with me. Hiii, I'm so ashamed!!!!"

If the moment was different, Rhea would have laughed at the scarlet face of her pretty Agathe. Yet, seeing her now lift up her pillow to hide her adorable head, she just sighs.

If only she could remember who she is... If those dreams that seem to guide her didn't come to haunt her... She wouldn't have this conviction that she has to carry out a mission whose objective is unclear, then maybe...

(ding dong ding dong...dong ding dong)

The sound of the warning chimes placed on the tower near the wooden ramparts surrounding the small village, brings Rhea out of her trance.

Taking advantage of this opportunity sent to her by providence to avoid answering Agathe, she throws herself out of bed without wasting a moment.

Never wearing underwear, her tight warrior outfit is quickly on her back.

Hurry to escape from the room in which, sitting on the bed, the beautiful Agathe painfully contains her tears, she jumps out of the ground floor window.

In the main street, where the chickens walk freely, the thin wooden doors slam and the locks are double-locked.

Rhea, more eager to get away from their host's little house than really worried, propels herself forward.

Less than two seconds are enough for the red tornado to reach the city gates, near which several agitated villagers, themselves on hold not far from the Viscount's soldiers.

"Why ring the carillon in the middle of the night, My Lord?"

It's been a long time since his wife to be called him that. By the way, when did Rhea arrive? Perhaps he was too concentrating on this things that are approaching for noticing her?

Considering that knowing "when" is certainly not his priority, Viscount La.s.sale concentrates his attention on the small opening dug in the palisade.

"To tell you the truth, I'm completely overwhelmed by what I'm seeing now. Those things heading towards the village are not looters, nor soldiers from a neighboring kingdom. From my observations, they are not monsters per se, however, how on earth can the dead leave their graves? Really, I don't understand."

Dead people rising again? Awake and yet carried away in one of her dreams, when Rhea comes to, a relieved expression appears on her beautiful face.

"You can only blame yourself and I'm afraid this is only the beginning. These creatures that are coming back to life are really very weak, so may I ask why you won't exterminate them?"

If he were on his land where had resumed active duty as Colonel, Viscount La.s.sale would have long ago gotten rid of these slowly approaching deaths, however, given his current position, it's not that simple.

"As ludicrous as it may seem, the villagers refuse which we are suppressing these putrefied bodies. If I were on duty, and I'm not. If this land was part of my area, but it is the land of a count, then I could have launched an a.s.sault on these dead.

What a ridiculous situation! Things being what they are, it will certainly take one or two villagers to be devoured, before these stupid hillbillies beg us to save them from these corpses that they consider their parents and friends."