“It’s more durable than you think.” Danielle didn’t go into full details, but smiled at the elf. “Having you on the roads should make things easier. Shall we go?”
Aelle begins pushing her finger into Madeline's ass, as her tongue reaches deep into the young woman's snatch, lapping up her juices. It isn't long before Madeline lets out a muffled scream, her juices squirting out onto the bed and wetting the elf's face. As he watches his sister orgasm, Varrin can feel his own release rapidly approaching.
Trina sign and look at dwarf. "In that way someone is right now have the same problem with kikimores like we have before. Let's check it, at least our day won't be ruin complety." She said point her horse in the way of fight.
Too horny to stop, Varrin still had enough presence of mind to realize that shooting his load right there was probably not a good idea, so he decided to try and collect as much of his cum in his hand as he could... while wondering if Isabella would let him come, or if she had other ideas...
Ard was enjoying the ride through the tranquil countryside, there were some nasty creatures living in this world but it seemed none lived in this idyllic place. Lost in thought for a moment, he was ripped from it by a scream. He looked up to the castle ruins, sharpening his ears and eyes, and asked himself, 'Que suecc's?' Spurring his horse up the slope, he tried to find a way up to the ruin, to see what was happening up there.
Wendel is silent as his wife heads back into the carriage. The silence continues for several minutes during the trip back, before Mirellia hears the coachman's voice through a small grate used for communication between driver and passenger. "Pardon me for disturbing you, my lady, but you said earlier that you were going on a trip? Did you perhaps want a manservant to accompany you? To see to your needs?" The young man's tone is neutral, so Mirellia can't tell if that was a double-entendre, or if he meant it entirely literally.
Mirellia did't mind the silence much, as she's used to it, thanks to her cold demeanor scaring most people. But, as the coachman asked his question, "I might. But if you do come with me, you may lose your life to bandits." She said in her regular strict tone, "But if you're brave enough, you're free to follow, if Gunther approves." She added. And as of the moment, no one has seen to my "needs" in years. She thought to herself while waiting for the coachman's reply.
The elf returns the smile, nodding. Quickly, she saddles her own horse and is mounted up beside the dancer. "Alright, if you're ready, we'll head off." Together, the two women begin their trip, riding out through the front gate of the castle, and through the small town below. "I'm Gyn'vael, but you humans tend to call me Gynnie. We should be able to make it out a few miles tonight, but after that the terrain gets bumpy, so I'd recommend making camp. Otherwise, the horses could slip and break a leg." Having given her advice, the woman changes the subject. "So, you're the dancer everyone's talking about, eh? I hear that half the castle's in love with you."
Bogrid nods, following along. Heading into the trees for a short while, Trina's enhanced vision quickly catches sight of several figures, a humanoid fighting at least half a dozen kikimores. Trina doesn't need to get close to realise that the person fighting is a witcher. They dart around at incredible speeds, with razor sharp reflexes, dodging and pirouetting before darting in to cut off a kikimore's front legs, and using a silver chain to pull another one off of its feet and drive a silver sword through the carapace of another. The four remaining monsters see Bogrid and Trina approaching, and decide to retreat, pulling back further into the forest. The mysterious witcher turns, and Trina can see that he's from the wolf school. "Good afternoon, friends." He looks at Trina, and sees her eyes and medallion. "Good to see another witcher out on the path. Name's Gustav."
Aelle clearly isn't done with Varrin's sister, but the erotic sights prove too much for the young man, and he erupts in a powerful climax that leaves his knees weak. Most of his seed lands safely in his hand, but some of it ends up on the floor, and Madeline's door. As he regains his senses, he realises that Isabella is no longer standing behind him.
Trista rise hand in mark of welcome. "Good afternoon, wolf. My name is Trista, of Griffin school, and here is my companion, mr Bogrid." She introduce dwarf. "I heard sounds of fight, but it look like there wasn't anything to add. It is strange to see kikimores in that part of year."
As he regained his senses Varrin first took another peek inside to make sure he had not been noticed, then looked around for any sign of Isabella – or anyone else that might be there.
Clambering up the slope, Ard finds himself looking at a standoff in the middle of the ruins. Almost dead center in the ruins lies the woman who screamed, a well dressed noble from the look of it, who moans in pain and clutches at an arrow embedded deep in her thigh. Her face is currently scrunched up in pain, but Ard gets the sense that she'd be quite attractive in normal circumstances, at least for a human. Behind the noble stands another woman, this one clearly a warrior of some sort. She's dressed in leathers, and wields a deadly looking sword protectively around the wounded woman. Ard sees that her eyes are bright yellow, and deduces that she's probably what humans call a 'witcher'. On the opposite side of the noble, and looking at her with clear hostile intent, stand three Aen Seidhe, seemingly members of the scoia'tael resistance group, or so their appearance would suggest. The three elves advance, bow and swords brandished with lethal intent. "Stay out of this, Vatt'ghern. Our quarrel isn't with you." The witcher takes up a defensive stance with her sword. "You've attacked my client, which kind of makes it my quarrel, Aen Seidhe." The elves scowl and draw closer. Clearly, blood is about to be shed.
The coachman moves back from his seat and heads down to the window to face her, his expression earnest. Keeping a hand on the reins, he nods. "I'll do whatever you need, my lady." In a tenuous position, he quickly returns to his seat. The rest of the ride is uneventful, and Miriella soon arrives back at Gunther's estate. The dwarf butler meets the noblewoman at the door, and leads her upstairs to one of the guest rooms. The dwarf opens the door, and inside Miriella sees that the room is much like the rest of the mansion, more impressive than hers. Her aristocratic blood can't help but boil at the fact that this mere guest room is almost twice the size of her room at home, with a larger bed and more comfortable bedding. The dwarf bows and leaves gracefully, leaving Miriella to her own devices, after informing her that she's invited to dinner in an hour.
Gustav nods. "I agree. Something's wrong here, but I'm not quite sure what, exactly. Maybe someone will pay us to find out. Who knows?" He sighs, cleaning blood off of his sword and sheathing it. "I hate to trouble you, Trista, but my own horse was killed by the kikimores. Could I ride with you? Your horse looks strong enough to carry two of us."
Looking around the hallway, he sees no trace of Isabella. Her door, situated opposite Madeline's, is firmly shut. Peering into the darkness of the hallway, the young noble neither hears nor sees a soul. Looking back into the room, however, Varrin spots Aelle grinning at him, before returning to lick between Madeline's legs, not acknowledging Varrin again, or alerting his sister to his presence.
"Good, I do hope you at least know how to wield a sword just in case. Now then, since you've proven quite brave, do give me your name." Mirellia nods giving the coach a rare amused smile, before returning to her usual strict expression. And as they arrived at the mansion, the sexy milf sighed, Hah. Just how different can a father and his son's abilities be? She thought to herself as she readies her armor for tomorrow. Using the hour to swing her gwyhyr around in the huge room, practising her foot work, which was still amazing despite wearing heels. Since Mirellia's lessons with Gustav mainly had her wearing nothing but lingerie, and high heels. She gulped, biting her lips as she recalled her past experiences, Hah. No, that can wait after dinner. She thought to herself, as Mirellia's lust had to be quenched.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Danielle if you don’t already know.” The redhead rode her horse while making conversation along the way, hearing the elf speak. “Well, that’s an exaggeration. The bigger reason for why I’m in the court is because of my skills at enchanting. Dancing is one of my skills though and it helps.”
"Since you don't ask where we are going, it mean you right now have no direction of joyrney. That is fine" She offert him her hand and let him sit behind her in the saddle. Her horse give voice of disapprobite, but Trista calm him down by few words. "Okey, hug me Gustav. Don't be shy, I'm not made of glass, it can be tighter." She said joking.
Magic, as can be expected of Isabella... Varrin sighed mentally after finding no trace of his sister. Then he saw Aelle grinning at him and started to wonder. How long has she known I was here? And why is she keeping quiet? Is she working on orders from Isabella? Or is she Isabella disguised by an illusion? Or am I overthinking this? In any case I think I have overstayed my welcome. Taking a handkerchief out from a pocket the young man did his best to clean his hand, then to silently remove any trace of his seed on the door and the floor. Afterwards he put his cock in his pants and headed to his room. I think that's enough excitement for tonight...
