Bindings of Pleasure

Chapter 32: Frostfeld

The next morning, Corantin was lazing in bed enjoying his usual wake call. Last night had been Vallerie's turn to share his bed. Just like her sister, she loved to wake up their master with oral sex and being rewarded with a mouthful of the most delicious juice in the world.

Once fully conscious, he lifted the covers and admired her work. She was currently running her tongue all over his shaft. As she moved her tongue, Corantin could see glimpse of the lewd mark now adorning her tongue. Having no criticism with Vallerie's tongue work, Corantin remained silent until he neared his limit at which point, he warned her so she could drink to her heart content.

"I'm cumming, drink up."

When she heard her master warning, Vallerie stopped licking and opened her mouth wide and sticked out her tongue aiming to catch as much cum as possible. Meanwhile, she used her hand to finish her lord. Corantin then reached climax and gleefully blasted Vallerie's mouth, tongue, and face. Once no more cum was coming out of the man's urethra, the knightess closed her mouth and savored the semen. After swallowing everything, she cleaned up Corantin, before leaving the bed to prepare herself for the day.

As Vallerie put on her armour, Corantin stayed in bed and observed her. As the mark on her tongue hinted at her body modifications had been completed in the last week. Her curves now filled out her armour so nicely, nobody would believe someone else had been used to take the measurements.

"Vallerie, wait," Corantin interrupted her as she was about to leave the room.

Responding to the order the knightess turned around to face her master still enjoying the softness of his bed.

"Since yesterday we had no more troublemakers sighted in the territory, today, we'll use the teleporter to deal with that other issue in the North."

"In the North...Oh! You mean in Frostfeld. Yes, master, it's time for them to pay for what they did to Emily," replied the woman after figuring out what the lord was alluding to.

"Are you sure you want to do this? I thought you loved one of them?" asked Corantin, usure about his knight commitment.

"Yes, they'll pay. You are the only one for me now, master, I don't have any affection left for that asshole," assured Vallerie, vindictive.

Preparing to punish those who had wrecked his loving maid, that is what Corantin had set out to do after the auction. He had taken the sisters to their old home. Once there, he had wished to finish his business in a single visit, but things had been more complicated then expected. Corantin had to settle for establishing a teleportation point so he could come back at any time.

***

An hour later, the trio arrived in the basement of an abandoned farmhouse. Corantin pushed the girls out after ensuring the surroundings were safe.

Frostfeld had once been a prosperous Duchy composed of lush plains which provided much of Cydonia's food in its early days. However, nowadays, it was a barren land ravaged by multiple wars between Cydonia and Viclardie.

The party walked North towards the town of Wyverfall. It was the oldest town of the duchy. As they approached the wooden walls providing meager protection to the townsfolks, the once majestic manor stood imposing over them.

The trio walked into town to start the search for duke Frostfeld. Finding a duke would have normally been easy, but for months nobody had seen him, his estate left vacant. Words were the man had angered the wrong people and now had to live in hiding.

***

At the end of the day, to the surprise of none of them, their search was unsuccessful. How else could it have gone. Nobles with connections in the region had failed to find this man for months, or if they had caught him, they stayed quiet about it. Corantin had, nonetheless, chosen this fruitless endeavour because there was no other starting point. But to not get a single lead was strange. House Berestine was a wanning family, if their head had gone in hiding, he had nowhere to flee, but his own territory. Therefore, there had to be some hints of his presence somewhere. There had to be a servant that brought food to his hideout regularly, or signs of where they grew crops when they had no access to their granaries or taxes. Yet, nothing at all, at least in this town. The trio would apparently need to scour the entire duchy countryside for these signs.

To follow on that plan, Corantin suggested to ransack the Berestine manor. He did not want to go for signs of the duke, nobody would be dumb enough to leave clues in the first place everyone would search, but to find a map of the duchy.

***

With wind magic it was child play for Corantin to bypass the simple stone wall surrounding the estate. It was further proof of the fall from grace the Berestine had suffered that no magical wards impeded their intrusion.

Once at the door, it's lock opposed a similar lack of resistance.

"Candlelight!"

The man and his lovers entered the hall and Emily conjured a ball of light to illuminate their surroundings.

Emily took the lead and guided Corantin and her sister to the duke's office. In usual fashion, the office was located on the first floor. But instead of it been in the back and forced visitors to walk through a maze of corridors like it was in his own home, the office was located on the front façade of the building. Because of that, it barely took them a minute to reach it

The office was a large room featuring a large window occupying almost all the back wall of the room. From it one could see the entirety of Wyverfall on the bottom of the hill the manor had been built on. The room was soberly furnished. The only real decoration in the room was the chair's high back towering over the accompanying desk and everyone entering. Overall, this gave the room a cold and intimidating atmosphere. Which long ago, signaled to all that entered the owner's power, but nowadays gave off the vibe of somebody clutching at straws to stay relevant.

The trio started their search. Emily looked inside the desk drawers, Corantin searched the filing cabinets and shelves on the right and Vallerie those on the left.

After a few minutes, Vallerie let out a triumphant scream.

"I got a map!"

She rushed to the desk, and she unrolled the map on the desk. Her enthusiasm was squashed when the map was shown to be a map of Cydonia. They did not have any use for that. They wanted a map of Frostfeld not for its shape but for the location of its towns.

She told Corantin that the map was not the one they were looking for and went back to the cabinet she had found it in, hoping there would more maps inside it. After a few more minutes of rummaging, she had to accept that no other maps were kept in that closet, so she moved to the next one. In that one she found what she was looking for: a dozen of maps rolled up resting on the top shelf.

She brought her finds to the desk and began to look at each map. With Emily looking over her shoulder, she unrolled map after map. With each map they began to stress out more, fearing the duke had destroyed the maps of his domain before fleeing. Yet, when they looked at the very last map, they let a loud sigh from relaxation when it revealed to be the duchy map.

They rerolled the map and without bothering tidying up the office they left in haste.

As they were about to open the door, they suddenly heard a loud noise echoing in the empty halls from the office they had just left. Corantin signaled to Emily to stop her candlelight spell and he observed the office entry for what would happen.

From it emerged a man. He held an oil lamp in his hand, and he was shifting his head left and right without rest. Corantin held his breath as the man was scrutinizing the corridors. At last, the man stopped looking left and right and rushed to the back of the mansion, his goal, probably, to exit from one of the back doors.

When the light from his lamp disappeared, Emily spoke up.

"Master, I know this man. He's the head butler, Mr. Earnest."

"The head butler? Then I think we won't need that map after all," responded Corantin.

"Why?" asked Vallerie.

"That sound we heard. It must have been the sound of a false wall moving to reveal a secret passage. That passage must led to were duke Berestine is hiding," answered the young lord.

Corantin walked back to the office, but he cursed when he saw that the butler had close the passage behind him.

"Jackak shit, we don't know how long he will be gone. We can't stay here and search for how to open the passage."

"Master, you go back give the catgirl her daily training. I'll stay here and keep watch until Earnest comes back. Then I'll spy on him and find how to open the passage," said Vallerie with a confident voice.

"Are you sure?" confirmed Corantin.

"Yes, I'm your knight, you go take care of our new sister and leave things to me here," reassured Vallerie while knocking her fist on her chest.

Although with a cloth bikini top and not a chest place it gave more of a lewd impression than of a combative one. Nonetheless, touched by the knightess devotion Corantin grabbed her ass and brought her into a hug. He planted his lips on hers and invaded her mouth with his tongue in a lewd kiss. At the same time, he gave plenty of massaging to her doughy cheeks. Of course, this led to the knightess damping her bottoms with her juices. When droplets started to hit the floor Corantin let her go.

After separating from her, Corantin turned around to leave, but before doing so he gave Vallerie a glance. She had also whirl to observe the office where the office door was located.

"Hii!!!" screamed Vallerie in surprise.

Corantin, unable to resist, had gave her plump ass a strong slap.