Werewolf? Or leshy, guard of the forest. Trista thought but shrug her arms. There is point in worring about every mistery creature what wander around human building. As long as these creature don't attack, Trista don't see reason to thinking about them. She finished with horses, give them food and go to the inn, to eat something. She was realy hungry, after long day of travel.
As the pursuer notices that they've been made, they spur their horse into a canter, but soon Danielle is able to lose him in the tight alleyways of the town. Some time later, at the bridge, the enchantress catches sight of the troll, who calls out excitedly. "You find rock?"
The two men share a look, before Gunther resumes his fucking. Ashton sneers. "Gustav? One of your lovers, I assume?" He takes hold of her hair, pulling her close to his cock, close enough for her to see the precum around the tip, and smell her son's musk, before he thrusts forwards and enters her mouth. Ashton is no more gentle than Gunther, ruthlessly fucking his mother's throat. Both men continue the brutal fuck for what seems like an eternity, driving Mirellia from orgasm to orgasm, until after being filled with cum, the noblewoman passes out. Mirellia wakes up from her 'dream' the next morning, laying on her comfortable bed. She feels sore, but there's no trace of any cum in or on her body, reinforcing the idea that what happened last night was just a vivid fantasy.
Keeping an eye on the two men, he sees them subtly pull daggers from their sleeves, hidden from anyone who isn't specifically paying them attention. Madeline leans in and whispers. "I have a plan to deal with them. How good are you with a blade? You think you can take them both if you have surprise on your side?"
Estelle beams, clearly interested. "Oh, really? Please, tell me about it. I do so love to hear about faraway lands."
Heading inside the inn, she sees a long bar illuminated by candlelight, with some tables off to the side. At the bar sit Bogrid and Gustav, though there are a few people at the tables as well. The young woman finds a bottle of vodka ready for her in front of a stool between the dwarf and wolf school witcher.
“Depends on how good they are, and whether I need to defend you at the same time or can focus on taking them down. But if I have the element of surprise I should have no problem with both of them.” Varrin gave an honest answer as he kept looking at the men, trying to determine if they were wearing any sort of armor under their clothes.
'Is that why you agreed to travel to Kaedwen for a mere trade deal? As you wish, let me tell you of my land,' Ard chuckled but obliged the young woman. As they rode, he told her and the witcher of his homeland, Tir Na Lia. He spoke in vague enough terms that it could be a place on this world beyond the mountains. He certainly didn't tell her that they had eradicated all the Humans in his land or that unicorns are roaming the land, who his people were long at war with. Nor that he had been a warrior scouring this world for slaves before he was stranded here.
Mirellia was about to reply, but as her son suddenly pulls her head closer to his cock. The sexy milf took a deep breath, imprinting the smell of his musk in her mind. Before Ashton suddenly thrusts forward, his lengthy cock pushing past her lips, as he fucked her face. While Gunther continued to fuck her drenched pussy. Mirellia was in heaven after finally feeling the sensations she longed for, for years. Moaning, pleading, and acting nothing like her usual strict self. As her "fantasy" of being her son, and father in law's sex slave continued until she passed out... As Mirellia awoke, she shot up. Blushing, I-I can't believe it. For me to... no, I just hope nobody heard that. The walls seem thick enough, so maybe they didn't. She thought to herself as she got up, cleaning herself, and putting on a fresh pair of purple colored lingerie, and black garter belt stockings. Mirellia then chooses her red luxurious dress to wear. And after changing into it, she holds onto her gwyhyr. Then looks for Caster to fetch her things, and bring it to the carriage they'll be using. Once that was taken care off, she looks for Gunther to see if there were any change in plans. Spoiler
Though he's not an expert, Varrin can't spot any sort of bulges or strange shapes that would indicate that the men are wearing armour. Indeed, both seem highly muscular, making their clothes too tight for any serious armour to be feasible. Madeline nods and takes her brother's hand, pulling him through the crowd and out a side door. There, in a dark alley beside the theatre, the young woman shoves Varrin against the wall and kisses him hard, while her hands roam across his body. After a few moments, Varrin notices the side door open, and the men enter the alley, though Madeline makes no show of noticing, as her hand reaches down to stroke Varrin's cock through his pants.
Estelle nods. "Indeed. I volunteered for just that reason. I wanted to see the mountains." The young woman listens intently as Ard talks about his homeland, seemingly drinking in every detail, and asking a myriad of questions. The witcher, however, narrows her eyes, seemingly noticing that the elf is hiding something, though she has no idea what it is.
Caster's jaw drops momentarily as he sees his mistress in her new outfit, but does as commanded, loading the carriage. Downstairs, the milf finds Gunther and her son eating a light breakfast of mainly fruit. Gunther smiles up at his daughter-in-law as she comes down. "Ah, my dear, you're awake! You look lovely today." He looks to Ashton. "I was just talking to your son, and we've decided that he'll be coming with us, so he can learn some things about the trade in practice, and so that you won't have to be separated." Ashton smiles. "I look forward to it, mother. Would you like any food?" The young man offers her a plate, his demeanor completely different from the man in her fantasy, though she catches a glint in his eye at one point that makes her instinctively shiver.
Shrugging the glint in his eye as a remnant of her fantasy, Mirellia quickly controls herself. "I see, that'll be wonderful then. The more he learns, the better a merchant he'll be." At least, better than his father I hope. She replied in a tone that almost makes it seem like she's a completely different person. Mirellia sits down as her son offered her a plate of food. "Thank you, Ashton." She said as she begins eating, her demanor once again that of a cold woman, rather than last night's lustful whore. The sexy milf starts eating, "So, I trust there's no change in plans?" She asked as she eats, her every movement causing her breasts to jiggle in her dress.
Ard chuckled, 'Eager to see the world? Well, the Mahakam mountains are not far from your home. Maybe you should go there next time.' Having finished his own tale, Ard looked to the road, 'We best find some place to camp or ideally a hamlet where someone could look to Estelle's leg before it gets dark.'
Managing to confuse their pursuer, Danielle steps to present their success and show it. “A lot of hummies wanted it too, but we kept your rock safe.” Handing it to the troll, she looked proud, but took a half step back in case this might set him off.
Varrin happily returned the kiss even as he kept an eye on the door. He put a hand on Madeline's ass, making it seem like he was groping her, but it would be easy to pull his sister to the side at a moment's notice. His other hand was hidden by his sister's body and he used it to pull out a throwing dagger while pretending to be groping Madeline's crotch – and trying hard to ignore her groping his crotch. Then he waited to see what the men would do – this was their last chance to turn back. If the pair were to move closer to where the siblings were, one of them would get a dagger stuck in his body, likely in the throat or the heart, and the other would find himself facing a young man that was quite comfortable fighting in the narrow alleyway using a pair of daggers.
Trista take a set on the wooden stool and give sigh of relief. "Ahh, long ride on the horse is always trial for ass." She said and take small gulp of vodka, nice warm feeling touch her troat and belly. "Anything good to eat here? Or standart menu?"
"Besides your son joining us, not at all." Gunther smiles, looking now and then with interest at her cleavage. Ashton adds "Well, apparently the carriage boy is coming along as well, I guess." He shrugs dismissively. The food isn't as delicious as last night's meal, but it's fresher and tastier than what she'd normally have, the fruit quickly invigorating her for the day. Gunther stands, wiping his mouth clean of the juices, and smiles at his daughter in law. "We'll be going quite soon, when you're ready."
Estelle nods in response to the advice, before answering the question. "Well, my convoy passed a herbalist's hut not too far from here, only..." She lowers her voice. "My lady-in-waiting said that the woman was a...witch." The witcher smirks, but doesn't add anything. Ard sees that the woman's horse is packed with camping supplies.
Danielle's instincts scream at her to reel back defensively as the troll rapidly reaches out its arm towards her, but she isn't fast enough. Luckily for her, instead of cruhing her, the troll merely snatches the rock out of her hand. The monster examine the rock closely, before nodding and giving what might possibly be called a smile. The creature's hand moves out again, grabbing Danielle and pressing her against his chest in an awkward one armed hug. "Good humie! You cross." As the creature's stench threatens to overwhelm Danielle, Gynnie manages to extricate her employer from the troll's embrace, and she gets away. "You cross, and if you come back, I help you if you need."
