Arisa reached down her hand hesitant to touch the strip of fabric between her thighs.  But she knew what had to be done.  Steeling herself she let her fingers continue down and she slid one fingernail between the maebari and the smooth skin of her mons.  Instantly she felt her body alight with orgasmic delight, but she managed to continue the motion, pinching the fabric and pulling it down and away.  Even as she fell to her knees, her body trembling in a powerful orgasm, she pulled the fabric from her smooth slit.  Master Fritz's magical spunk, held in place by the enchanted fabric gushed from between her quivering slit.  The thick gooey load that had been trapped inside her, filling her with inhuman volume, spurted out as her cunny quivered and clenched as a result of her forced orgasm.<br/><br/>She panted, on her knees, one hand on the ground as the master's seed dripped from her, trying to catch her breath and get over the magically forced orgasm.  Once she'd felt a little more in control of herself she stripped off the fancy green gown she was wearing and reached for the peasant's garb.  Strange, she noticed how the lights began to dim slightly and the world around her began to shift very slowly towards the real world that she was a part of.  But it wasn't instant like when she'd taken off the maid uniform.  She paused for just a moment, her body naked, the slick feeling of master fritz's cum still dripping from her and a few rivulets trickling down her thighs.  It was almost as if she could see both this world, the world of Tamilla and 'before' as well as the abandoned and decrepit bedroom that Arisa should have been in.  But it began to fade closer and closer to the real world, darkness settling into the bedroom as Arisa remembered that her lantern was in the room next door and she'd soon be in darkness.<br/><br/>So she picked up the peasant garb and began pulling the clothing on.  As she did the darkness faded, replaced again by the bright light of the world of the past.  It took her a few moments to get dressed, pulling on the garments and feeling for a minute nothing like a noble paladin, and everything like a terrified farm girl.  She tied the shawl about her head and then realized with a panic that they were waiting for her.  She gasped, what was she doing in this bedroom?  They were waiting for her downstairs.  She'd just needed a minute to clear her head but they would be upset if she took too long.<br/><br/>Dashing out of the door she hurried down the hall past the paintings hung in the gallery and went down the stairs two at a time.  Re-entering the living room she saw bright sunlight streaming into the living room from the windows as a man worked on the garden outside.  But there was her parents, tired yet hopeful, and the man that would be her husband as soon as all four of them signed the document on the table.  He was old, he was fat, he wasn't especially good looking, but he was powerful and he was rich.  The bride fee that he would pay her parents would save their farm, and keep them comfortable for many years to come.  Maybe, just maybe, if Tamilla was able to have a child with Master Fritz, and he passed on, she could bring her parents to live here in this mansion.  She smiled and bowed her head.<br/><br/>"Sorry I just needed a minute," Tamilla... no... not Tamilla, ARISA, said as she stepped forwards towards where her... Tamilla's parents sat with Master Fritz.  The document in front of him next to a pen and ink well.<br/><br/>Master Fritz smiled, and it was a calculated and greasy smile, one that made Tamilla...Arisa...feel like a piece of meat at the butcher's shop.  "Your parents have already looked over the document Tamilla," he said, "We've all signed it.  It just requires your signature then you will be Mistress Tamilla, lady of the manse.  Your parents will be escorted home by one of my guardsmen with the bride fee, and we can begin our lives.  I'm sure you already read it on the journey to my home, but if you'd like to read it again?"<br/><br/>Master Fritz turned to Tamilla's father and asked, "The girl can read, can't she?"<br/><br/>Tamilla felt embarrassed as her father nodded his head.  Of course she could read, she was a noble paladin...no...she was a poor farm girl...no...wait....Why did her nethers feel all hot and sticky?