"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."
“Well, that’s sort of take can of.”’ Daniellge exchanged her goodbyes and while she made a sigh of relief, it was soon back on road again.
Mirellia nods as Ashton ran out, and as Gunther gave his warning. "You seem to forget, but I am one of the best fencers in the country." She replied as he left, she immediately covers herself with her blanket to hide her erotic lingerie. And as Ashton returned, she nods, "Thank you, Ashton. But now isn't the time for compliments. I doubt the attacker would strike again, now that the camp is alerted, but we can never be too cautious." She said in her regular strict tone, "Good night." Mirellia added as she turns away from her son, closing her eyes in an attempt to sleep.
“Thank you, Aelle.” Varrin took the gem and looked it over before putting it in a hidden pocket. “It was a pleasure to meet you. Maybe we'll see each other again later...” He gave the elf a smile before getting up and heading back home, wanting to get this over with.
Trista wink to him and point by one. "Well, I like dancing on festivals, with songs and music in ears. I enjoy good drama in theatre, once I saw intresting drama in Novigrad about king Nemanir, Cutters of Sigrid and band of dwarfs when they hunt down golden dragon, but in the end dragon kick their ass. "She said as she making right proportion for oil.
"Well then You shouldn't have Hired Me!" She sighs and shooks her Head. "What else can You offer me besides Coins? Anything of value?" She crosses her Arms, pacing around in The Room.
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. Following the directions in her husband's letter, Danielle finds herself in one of the more affluent areas in town, looking up at the brothel he wrote about. The building stands elegantly against the cliffside, looking out towards sea, with elegantly dressed courtesans and customers standing around the front, where a small garden has been planted.
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. The milf's eyes flutter open the next morning, Ashton's sleeping form still pressed against her, as she hears activity all around as the camp packs up.
"Mmh." Mirellia was struggling to decide between pushing him away, or waking him up. But then, her perverse self decided to let him be, shrugging it off as He's simply frightened due to the "attack." And as she drifts off to sleep, the sexy milf rested for the next day. As she awoke to the camp's hustle and bustle. "Ashton, it's time to wake up." She called out to him, yet doesn't move out of her son's rather possessive embrace.
"I have no doubt that we will." Aelle grins, as Varrin stands and leaves. As he steps back through the gates of his family estate at sundown, the nobleman can finally relax. He sees that Isabella's personal horse is still absent from the stables, indicating that she's likely still gone, meaning that the young man has no more responsibilities for now, and can do as he pleases for the night.
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?"
E 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?"
Trista smile as she full three vials of oil, one for dwarf, and two for witchers. "When we get paid for job, you may see it, when I get enought drunk." She chucled and finish preparation. "I think, we should make Cats too, that werewolf may hidding in some cave."
"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.
"Nnh." Mirellia bites her lips as he moved, Mmh... I... I'll just let him sleep for a few more minutes. She gave a weak excuse as she lays back down, closing her eyes, while gently pushing her ass towards Ashton.
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.
"You would be suprised what kind of alcohol he drink daily for breafeast. But right, torches sounds fine."She said and show her own elisirs. "By the way, don't think it is strange that only human become witchers? No dwarfs or elves? It weird, they can't mutagen right or what?"
