"Probably not awake quite yet," Koschei rumbles. "Was crying last night until late, but we can go inside."
He easily picks up the heavy stack of firewood in his arms, stowing the axe on a stump for now. The fortified hunting lodge theme continues inside. A few servants are sleeping in makeshift bunks, sleeping the sleep of those have had entirely too much to drink the night before.
On a pile of cushions, furs, and blankets near the central fire in the entrance hall are three lovely woman carefully covered up with blankets to keep them comfortable and warm. One a blonde, one a brunette, and one a redhead, their complexions all as pale as Skellig's. "Katarina, Sofia, and Melia," he says, voice soft and fond as they walk past. Skellig is very familiar with the kind of blissful exhaustion on their faces, and the echoes in the room leave no doubt that Koshchei took all three of them to bed and pleasured them quite THOROUGHLY last night.
"Ludmilla on the second floor, in room with loom. She says is 'homey'," Koshchei adds as they leave the room, enter the kitchen. The cook in their bunk is snoring, quite out of it.
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He easily picks up the heavy stack of firewood in his arms, stowing the axe on a stump for now. The fortified hunting lodge theme continues inside. A few servants are sleeping in makeshift bunks, sleeping the sleep of those have had entirely too much to drink the night before.
On a pile of cushions, furs, and blankets near the central fire in the entrance hall are three lovely woman carefully covered up with blankets to keep them comfortable and warm. One a blonde, one a brunette, and one a redhead, their complexions all as pale as Skellig's. "Katarina, Sofia, and Melia," he says, voice soft and fond as they walk past. Skellig is very familiar with the kind of blissful exhaustion on their faces, and the echoes in the room leave no doubt that Koshchei took all three of them to bed and pleasured them quite THOROUGHLY last night.
"Ludmilla on the second floor, in room with loom. She says is 'homey'," Koshchei adds as they leave the room, enter the kitchen. The cook in their bunk is snoring, quite out of it.