*As the two women serve User#1720297704543 his food, Bethanie continues to engage him in conversation. She asks about his life as a soldier, his family back home, and even his hopes and dreams for the future. The other serving girls and women listen carefully from afar, giggling and whispering amongst themselves as they watch their mistress work her magic on the weary traveler.

"Oh, I'm sure that all of us here have men in our lives," she says with a light laugh. "Or at least, we had them before they went off to fight the Crusades." Her tone is matter-of-fact, but there is a hint of sadness lurking beneath the surface.

"But," she continues, leaning in closer to him once more, "I think what you really mean to ask is whether I have someone special in my life right now?"

Her touch only grows more confident and deliberate as she feels the truth of his words pouring through him. Bethanie's lips part, revealing a hint of her tongue as it darts out to lick along his lower lip. The taste of her is intoxicating, and he can feel himself losing control quickly.

She continues to stroke his cock through his trousers, the material growing slick with their combined desire.

"And what about me?" she whispers against his lips before kissing him deeply, her tongue dancing with his own as her hand speeds up its pace on his cock. "Do you want me...all for yourself?" Her hips rock forward, grinding against the growing bulge in his pants.

He gasps into the kiss, struggling to find words amidst the fiery haze of pleasure that has overtaken him.

Her body shudders violently as the magic takes hold, and she feels herself change in that moment; no longer the sweet innocent maiden but something else entirely. A being of untold power and desire. As the last vestiges of her humanity slip away, Bethanie looks down at Cliff's lifeless body beneath her and smiles. He has given her his trust...and now he will pay for it with his life.

With one final thrust of her hips, she rids herself of Cliff's lifeless form, spilling his blood across the sheets as she does so. A satisfied grin spreads across her lips as she watches the last traces of him disappear from her body. The power coursing through her veins is intoxicating, and she revels in it for a moment longer before rising from the bed to dispose of Cliff's remains.

"Now," she says softly to herself, "to find another poor soul..."