Ch7. Ambush

The trio woke up, sticky but satisfied, exchanging loving glances. The experience of last night brought them incredibly close on a physical and even spiritual level. There was no longer any doubt nor reluctance in being next to each other, completely naked or even filthy and in Bella's case, covered in cum. They just enjoyed the company.

Cleaning up after themselves was not such a chore with Bella around. A few swishes of her wand and viola, their bodies were cleaned, the cum-filled bed was vanished and new clothes were conjured. Even Irene enthusiastically agreed Bella's magic is incredibly versatile. She did not however forget to make a jab at its weak offensive power, making Bella sullen.

Bella decided to conjure a black Victorian-style dress paired with black partially see-through silky ornate lace gloves covering the entirety of her forearm, and black boots for herself.

Irene promptly changed the dress with her enchanting, shortening the skirt to knee-level, adding multiple frills and exquisite patterns onto it. The upper part was changed to a corset-like, short-sleeved dress that temptingly hugged Bella's body, emphasizing her bust and blossom and showed enough skin to tempt yet covered her body sufficiently without appearing vulgar. All in all, it went incredibly well with her curly black hair.

Bella at first protested but a few offhand comments that it would be easier to fight in it than her previous attire quieted her somewhat down and Thomas's compliment on how incredibly sexy she looked in it shut her up for good.

Irene opted for a white neat baggy shirt and brown pants. Thomas thought her attire was similar to what men wore in films about pirates. On top of that, she donned a pure black robe with a hood capable of covering her upper face up to her nose. Of course, it had a see-through enchantment on the inside. Her knee-long red locks were intricately braided into two big braids, yet not quite as thick and massive as she was used to, reaching her hip. These braids lazily yet proudly laid on the frontal side of her body for the world to see.

The girls made quite a show of dressing up for Thomas, intentionally making him hot and bothered. Nothing a quick morning blowjob wouldn't cure, the girls mused as they licked their lips after seeing his expression and hard on.

He then asked for a copy of what Irene wore, just without the robe. This made Bella cutely pout in mock-jealousy due to them wearing the exact same clothes but of course, Thomas was not about to don a skirt, no matter how cute her sullen pout was. And in Bella's case, she was not about to change the clothes Thomas praised.

They finally got out of the make-shift house and collapsed it, neatly restoring the previous appearance of the clearing.

As they finally reached the edge of the forest, they appeared at what seemed to be a muddy road.

Thomas groaned.

"Shit... muddy road."

"Is that a problem?" Bella cutely tilted her head.

"It means the underdeveloped world." Irene helpfully quipped.

"And an underdeveloped world means no plumbing, no computers, no TV, no entertainment! What will I do in my free time!" Thomas horrifiedly exclaimed but before his panic could surge higher, Bellatrix stopped straight in front of him and pushed her index finger on his mouth.

"Shh, honey. I and Irene can entertain you enough, I assure you." She gave him a doe-eyed gaze with a longing expression as her face came closer to his but instead kissing she was letting him sniff her fragrance. "But you can always start learning magic." She seductively whispered to him in a drawn-out tone with upturned eyes.

Irene, as amused as she was, pulled Bella away from Thomas.

"Don't get too close yet, Bella, dear. The morning fun was good and all but each of us need time to get accustomed to the new sensation in our soul. It would be unwise to have sex too much just yet." Irene quipped and when she saw her sullen look, she flippantly added in the same seductive drawn-out tone Bella previously used. "You can always practice magic."

Bella's indignantly huffed, crossed her arms, and watched the surroundings, trying to ignore the chuckling Irene.

"Certainly. Maybe this won't be so boring at all." Thomas smiled at their antics. "Not with you two with me."

As the trio enjoyed their journey, Bella distractedly pulled her wand out of her hair in a slow, leisure motion when suddenly ten men jumped out of the bushes, surrounding them.

Thomas was about to panic when he felt Irene squeezing his hand. He turned to her and calmed down as she saw her reassuring smile, quickly remembering just who is standing next to him.

"Thank you." He silently told her with a wry smile, earning himself an eye-roll.

The bandits swept their gazes through the girls and Thomas and their grins widened.

"Ha, lad! Leave your valuables and those women and we may let you keep your life yet!"

One of them called out as others laughed. Thomas offhandedly realized he understands them as they spoke in some kind of archaic English.

When the thugs saw Thomas not reacting, their courage grew enormously. As did their irritation at being ignored. The leader took a threatening step forward, trying to appear menacing.

Bella's grin widened at that but Irene stopped her short.

"Take the three behind us, Bell." She told her as the earth rose, forming a brownish staff in her hand, startling the bandits. "I will take care of the seven in the front."

Before Bella could react, Irene dashed forward at inhumane blinding speed, brandishing her staff with ease expected of Master at Staffmanship. At the start, she appeared in front of three thugs gathered together and with one swift swing of her hardened staff, she sent all three flying, instantly breaking their spine. Before the four remaining bandits in her targeted group could react, Irene spun and stabbed her staff in the direction of another thug, jabbing its dull tip into his throat, right into his Adam's apple, caving his throat in.

The man started immediately suffocating as his body flopped down on the ground, writhing in agony.

"Oh, bugger." Bella sighed and jabbed her wand at one of her targets, sending a sickly yellow curse in his direction.

The man didn't stand a chance as he was too stunned to dodge. As the curse hit him, he started shrieking as hit organs started to liquefy themselves, killing him in untold pains. Bella, annoyed at the lack of resistance, sent a blood-boiling curse at another man, overpowering it unconsciously, killing him instantly as his blood literally boiled instead of getting painfully warm as intended.

Unfortunately for the last man in Bella's group, this did not improve her mood. On the contrary. She shrieked in anger as her eyes gleamed, her insanity showing.

"Crucio!"

The curse hit the gaping man and sent him thrashing on the ground in never before felt suffering as he begged all deities to just make him die.

Before Thomas reacted and hugged Bella from the back, quenching her anger, the man was already beyond redemption, his mind destroyed. Bella huffed in indignation as she pressed herself closer to her lover and a quick 'Avada' ended the last bandit.

That was when the remaining three men in the front finally decided to join the fight and brandished their swords, running at Irene. It was painfully obvious to Thomas, she was playing with them when she lazily parried every strike while leisurely sidestepping their body tackles.

She parried a sword, redirected her staff downwards and hit the kneecap of one bandit, completely snapping his leg like a twig. Before he could crash to the ground, her free hand grabbed his jaw and violently twisted to the side, breaking his neck with inhuman force induced by momentarily enchanting her arm's strength.

Before the body even hit the ground, yet another thug was going down as she bashed his skull with her staff, making a mashed soup out of his brain at the same time as she leaned backward, letting a sword harmlessly sail next to her shoulder and swiped her hand with straightened fingers in cutting motion an inch in front of her attacker's neck. He started to barf blood out of his mouth and choke on blood as his inner throat was completely sliced to tatters.

With a self-assured smile, Irene stepped forward to the only remaining man alive from her group, the leader.

"Now, I wonder, will you be a good boy and stop resisting, earning a swift death or will you be naughty, prolonging your pain?" She asked with a hint of humor, not reaching her brutally ruthless cold gaze.

The poor man could only piss himself as he watched his comrades massacred in seconds and only now his feeble mind realized the harsh truth.

He fucked up.