Trista show leter to Gustav and letting him read it. "Hmm... it look like there it is much bigger problem than we first thinking. My theory, is the local innkeeper, Anezka doing something illegal and woodsman tried to stop him. Anezka send on him thugs in keadwen army, but it look like woodsman was werewolf since birth, not by curse, so he managed to defend himself as werewolf and run away. Than, we witchers show up and we will be dealing with problem." She look at Gustav. "The only question is, what we do next? People die here by werewolf attack and we don't know what innkeeper done, but it must be big money, if he was willing to kill neibourhood, to keept it secret."
Caster moans out as his employer sucks his cock with east. "Good fucking whore...ugh..." Realising that she's having no trouble deep throating his cock, he places both hands on either side of her head, grabbing hold of her hair, and begins to pull her up down his length, roughly fucking her throat, his cock going far down and leaving her with no way to breathe. "You're lucky you hit me with that blast the night I caught you touching yourself, slut. I would have fucked you right in front of the whole camp."
“Come on, then, let's go.” Varrin took the unfinished bottle of wine along and led the way as he tried – and failed – to ignore the pleasant feeling of Angelica's body touching his. Any hope of his hard cock going soft any time soon was gone in an instant and it took some effort not to do something inappropriate, such as “accidentally” groping his mother's ass. He made some small talk along the way and soon they were back in Angelica's room, where he helped the MILF sit and put the wine bottle down, before sitting next to her again and trying to ignore the bulge in his pants.
Gustav looks at the note, before nodding. "Indeed. It would explain, too, why the new woodsman was attacked. The werewolf might have thought that his replacement was in on it." The elder witcher thinks for a moment. "You're in charge of this contact, so it's up to you. If it were me alone, I'd kill the werewolf, and then blackmail the innkeep for more money. Another option could be to talk to the werewolf, and see if he'll stop killing humans after he gets his revenge. After all, we're not meant to kill sentient creatures if they aren't a threat to humans."
Once he began moving, Mirellia stopped bobbing her head. Allowing Caster to set his own pace, as she focused on sucking and licking his length. Feeling his cock repeatedly slide down her throat, the sexy milf's pussy began to throb. Aching to be filled, until she heard him speak. Mirellia froze, her eyes widening. But soon enough, her lustful expression returned. Her deeply hidden self enjoying the fact that now she had an excuse to keep on fucking... and being fucked by him.
Ard gently woke Estelle with a small shake and a kiss on he cheek, 'Morning, time to get up.' Slipping away from her, he got up and took a swig from his water-skin, before slowly put on his clothes. He looked at the human girl lying on his bedding, her beautiful body on full display, 'You are beautiful sight to wake up to, Estelle. Do you need help with your dress?' When they were both fully dressed again, Ard and Estelle left their tent and Ard started to break camp. With his belongings packed and stored on his horse, Ard went to the witch's hut, knocking on the door, 'Abigail? Are you awake yet?' Kyra and Abigail had probably heard what was going on in that tent the evening before, the two weren't exactly aiming to keep their voices down.
"Let's first find the werewolf and then we will see if he is willing to talk or revenge blind him too much. We could use woodsmen as the bait and wait in his house." Trista take the box with coins, with them. "I doubt these werewolf was ever here, because of these letter, but I still want to check secend path to know what is on the other side." She said as they go out
"That's right, slut. I remember everything." The coachman gives a wicked grin, before hilting his cock down her throat and holding it there, cutting off the milf's air supply. As she feels her vision beginning to go blurry, and her mind go into a daze, Caster finally pulls his cock out of her mouth, letting her breathe again. As Mirellia gasps for air, he casually slaps her cheeks with his length. "Not that I'd have to blackmail you." He chuckles. "It's funny, I always imagined our first time being tender and romantic. I'll take you like take someday, but today isn't that day. Today, I'm your master." After she's had time to recover, Caster roughly grabs Mirellia's wrist and spins her around until she's facing away from him, on her hands and knees. Rubbing his length against her ass for a few moments, he prepares himself for penetration. Rubbing his cock against her pussy, he lathers his length with her juices, before moving it upwards. "Time to make my dreams come true." With a sharp thrust, Caster enters her ass, pistoning in and out of her tightest hole.
Verena senses something approaching from behind, hears footsteps across leaves and twigs, smells the stench of swamp water and some sort of rot. As she feels the creature draw directly behind her, reaching out for her, she pivots and draws her sword in a well executed slash. Her blade, however, hits nothing but air. Whatever she could feel behind her a moment ago is gone now, without a trace. Matthias looks in the witcher's direction, raising his staff, but his look turns to confusion. "W-What happened? Why'd you draw your sword?"
Kyra kneels down out in front of the hut, in some sort of trance. As Ard goes to knock on the door, it opens, revealing Abigail, a pack slung across her shoulder, evidently filled with supplies. "Ah, good morning. I trust you both enjoyed last night?" Abigail's tone doesn't seem teasing, but Estelle nonetheless blushes. Looking back, Ard sees Kyra leave her trance, standing up. "Mornin', kids." The witcher heads to go saddle her horse, quickly doing it.
Angelica leans back against her son as they sit on the bed, yawning. "Ahh, it's nice spending time with you, sweetie. I see so little of you these days."
Feeling his cock block her throat, Mirellia shuddered. But not from fear, or panic. No, the sexy milf shivered in delight as she experienced a small orgasm as she was choked by her coachman's member. "Ggghhmp!" She moans on his length, her voice making her throat vibrate pleasantly on his shaft. As her juices leaked out of her already transparent leotard underwear. Sadly for him, most of what he said was silenced from the sheer amount of pleasure she felt. And as he put her on all fours, her wrists still bound together by the leather straps he brought. Mirella coughed, breathing roughly from lack of air, and over excitement. "Hiii!" Feeling his cock prod her already well trained ass, Mirellia squealed, "W-wait, not, not that h-oooooooh!" She pleaded, as her years with Gustav made her realize how much more sensitive her asshole was, compared to her already excitable pussy. The sexy milf moaned, "P-please master, s-slowly, I-I haven't used tha-ahn-that hole in years. Mmmh. I-I can't keep my voice dowwwwn!" She continued to beg, moaning after every thrust as another climax quickly built up.
Verena looks at their sorrounding and shoots her head. This never happened before. Her Instincts never fool her. "I thought I heard something....Keep Your Guard up" she continues on with Matthias and keeps her Sword drawn and ready.
Gustav nods, heading back with Trista through the passage. Returning to the cave entrance, the two find Bogrid and the woodsman still sitting at the table, chatting slightly. The two men raise their axes as they hear sounds coming from the tunnel, but sit back down when they see that it's just Trista and Gustav. Heading into the other tunnel, Trista finds that this one is far more open than the last, and easier to navigate. Heading through the darkness illuminated by the potion, she begins to see a few nooks, where tattered bedrolls lie, probably belonging to the previous occupants. Heading a little further, she smells something familiar, and then hears an unwelcome noise. Growls.
“Yes, we haven't seen each other much recently. That's why I wanted to spend some time together like this.” Varrin nodded. Without thinking he put his hand around Angelica's waist, holding her close. “Should I pour you another glass of wine? Or anything else I can do for you?”
The woman rolls her eyes. "Indeed? And so you think you're qualified? Would you hire someone who's built a few shacks to construct a castle? Would you recruit someone who's been in a few fist fights as a royal guard? That's the equivalent of what you're asking." She sighs. "If it were anyone else, I'd tell you to find work in some back alley, but since you do undeniably have the looks, and your husband has been of great use, I'm willing to give you a test. Find a customer and go upstairs with them. Based on their feedback, we'll discuss whether you can have a job."
Caster chuckles. "Is that so? Then I suppose we have to find a way to fill your mouth." As he fucks her ass, Caster tugs on Miriella's collar, pulling her roughly up to face him. Giving her a look of pure lust, he captures her mouth with his, muffling her cries of pleasure in a kiss. Pulling away, he reveals a bundle in his hand with a grin. After a few moments, Miriella recognises the black fabric as a pair of her own panties, still wet from her masturbation earlier. Redoubling the speed and force of his thrusts into her ass, he shoves the panties into her mouth to use as an impromptu gag.
Matthias nods, his staff at the ready. Heading through the treeline, Verena quickly steps into a small clearing in the woods, surrounded by dead, grey trees. Her senses perk up again, hearing and smelling the threat in front of her, and them behind, then to the sides, moving impossibly quickly, just out of sight behind the trees.
