"Y-yes, mother, at once." Ashton races out of the tent. Gunther gives a chuckle, before leaving too. "Please, if you notice anything, notify the guards. Can't be too careful, my dear." The old man leaves, and the pudgy youth returns with his sleeping roll, laying it down next to his mother's. Lying upon the roll, Ahston awkwardly tries to get comfortable. "Y-You look lovely tonight, m-mother."
Trista wink to him and point by one.
Ard looked to the entrance, spotting Estelle. He sat up on the furs he used as bedding. Having gotten ready to sleep, his chest was bare, quite broad for an elf and decently muscled, showing the scars of a warrior. He looked at the Human girl, smiling faintly, 'There is no need to apologise, Estelle, you were not in control of yourself there. How fares your leg?'
"Yeah, I'm glad that ended without trouble." Gynnie agrees, as the two head down towards the great port city. Heading through the gates, the two walk their horses down bustling streets, with throngs of people walking around about their business, soldiers and criminals standing guard around various protected areas, and merchants at stalls, shouting out their wares to lure in customers.
Ashton falls asleep quickly, his breathing turning to snores. During the night, the young man moves closer to his mother, and Mirellia can feel his cock poking up against her thighs, even with the blanket seperating the two. Finally, after tossing and turning, Mirellia feels herself drift off into a dreamless sleep.
"I have no doubt that we will." Aelle grins, as Varrin stands and leaves.
Gustav smirks and rolls his eyes. "Not quite what I was thinking of. Still, I wouldn't mind seeing you dance sometime." As they work together, it isn't long before Trista smells the proper scent from the oil, knowing instinctively that it's ready.
"U-Um..." The man looks around desperately. "Cod?" He raises his hands placatingly. "Wait! I do know of a ruin, hidden in the swamp. Elvish. You might find something valuable there. That's got to be worth something, right?"
Estelle's fair face goes red as her eyes drink in the sight of the elf's bare chest. "Oh, it's, um, fine. Thank you for asking." Keeping her voice down, the noble says "You know... I know I said my father would reward you, but... If you wanted, well..." Nervously, she sits down near him. "Is there, uh, a woman in your life?"
"Mmmh." Ashton stirs a little, but doesn't wake, still holding her against him. The young man's cock moves as he does, rising up to rub against her pleasantly.
Gustav chuckles. "I'll hold you to that. First round is on me." At her suggestion, the older witcher reaches into his pack and withdraws a few vials. "I keep some Cat on me. We'll have to get a torch for the dwarf, though, unless we want to poison him."
Ashton begins mumbling in his sleep again, as his pudgy hands reach around her hips, moving up towards her breasts, as his cock rubs up against her pussy, beginning to press against her lips through the blanket and her panties. Dreamily, but in the cruel voice she remembers from her own dreams, she hears him mumble the word "whore", directly into her ear.
