"Aaahn. Haaahn!" Mirellia's moans grew louder, and more erotic after every thrust. While her well trained ass clung to his shaft like a vice, giving evena virgin a run for their money. And as Caster pulled on her collar, he'd fail to see the usual strict, cold, and frightening appearance of his employer. No, instead he'd see an expression that revealed how much she was drowning in lust. With her eyes rolling into her head, and her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she moaned like a whore. Mirellia barely recognized her drench pair of panties, but as he shoved it in her mouth. "Mmmmh! Mmmmh!" It succeeded in muffling her erotic cries, and the sexy milf was able to taste her own delicious nectar. Coupled with the hard thrusts in her ass, it didn't take long for Mirellia to convulse. Squirting all over her bed, as her coachman had full control of the situation.
Trista whisper to Gustav. "Be quiet." She make slowly walk, doing her best to sneak on the wolfs waiting for them or maybe ewen werewolf in person.
Angelica eagerly accepts more wine. The milf nestles against her son, voicing no protest at their closeness. "No, dear, you're doing wonders for me, just being here." She rests her face against his chest. "Your sisters are always busy with their schemes. Gabriel is a good boy, but so dour. Your father isn't interested in me at all now that I've given him his heirs. You, though, I always loved spending time with you."
Verena goes in a defensive stance. "Something is here. Perhaps a Spirit or a cursed Soul. Run for The Ruins and don't look back, I'm right behind You"
Caster continues to ravage his mistress as she reaches her orgasm, but the thrill of fucking the woman he's been fantasising about, as well as her insane tightness, quickly drives Caster to his own orgasm. The young man unleashes a torrent of cum into her ass, before collapsing atop her. Mouth agape, Mirellia feels the panties fall from her mouth, as Caster breathes heavily, moving slightly to give her a far more chaste and romantic type of kiss. "By the gods..."
Unfortunately, though witchers have extremely powerful senses, they have few ways of obscuring their own scent, which the creatures down the tunnel can clearly smell. The wolves are still out of sight, but the growling becomes louder, and closer.
"Mmnghiii!" Squealing once more as Caster filled her ass with his seed, Mirellia collapses onto her bed as he lost strength. "Haahn... master..." She said through deep breaths, and as he kissed her. The sexy milf collects her strength, moving toward his crotch. She submissively cleans his cock, lapping up his cum, collecting it in her mouth. And once she was done, she opens wide, showing Caster all the cum she collected. Waiting for permission to swallow, Mirellia's saliva dripped down her chin, onto the tops of her breasts.
Trista leave the chest with gold and take battle stand with sword ready point in direction for wolves. "It look like they will spare us effort and simply go to us. How nice, let's give the warm welcome." She said, smiling.
Grinning wildly, Caster nods and gives his assent, idly groping at his mistress' breasts. Standing up, he makes her stay on his knees, looking down at her so the difference in position is obvious. "In public, I'll stay your loyal and devoted coachman, and what I saw last night won't go beyond this tent. In private, however, your body is mine. When I want it, how I want it. Understand?"
Once he nodded, Mirellia closed her mouth. Gulping, her throat momentarily expanding as she swallowed. And gulped it all down, she opens, showing her master her empty mouth. As Caster stood up, forcing her to look into his eyes as he made his demands. Mirellia shuddered in excitement, 'Yes, master. I-I will serve you to the best of my abilities." She replied almost as if their roles had indeed reversed.
“And I love spending time with you.” Varrin replied, enjoying the feeling of his mother's body against his. “I find it hard to believe that any man could be not interested in you, though. You're gorgeous! How can anyone lose interest in you?”
“Um..yes, ma’am.” She could figure something out from here, she was sure. Giving a polite nod, Danielle left the office to see what she could manage on the floor. She was pretty used to grabbing attention anyway, how hard could it be?
Ard had to chuckle, 'Good morning. Yes, we had a pleasant evening.' He a smile to Estelle and a nod to the witcher, before he turned to Abigail again, 'You can ride with me if you like, Abigail.' Ard rummaged in his pack for some dried meat as a morning snack, chewing it as got up in the saddle.
The growls increase, and eventually Trista sees three shapes emerge from the tunnel, coloured grey by the cat potion. Gustav chuckles, getting into his own combat stance. With a start, the wolves leap forwards at the witchers, Trista and Gustav each attacked by one, as a third stands behind, waiting opportunistically to kill the more defenceless witcher. The wolf in front of Trista flies through the air, fangs ready to tear out her throat.
Matthias swears angrily, but begins to run, as Verena's senses light up. From all sides, she can now see her foes, dark hooded spirits. Giving unearthly moans, they begin to move towards her, hovering across the ground.
Trista take her sword in both hand, using it as short spear and let wolf stab itself on it. In small room area, wolvs can't round around her, so she don't have to worry for her back.
Caster chuckles, running a hand through her hair. "Good girl. I know you will." He slips his finger back into the D ring of her collar, pulling her up a little so he can kiss her one more time, tongue enjoying her mouth, before he turns and leaves.
"You're sweet, Varrin." The milf feels warm against his chest. "But I'm not the young woman I once was, and your father was always more interested in running the family, anyway. I understand, but it's a shame. I'd like to feel hands on me sometime. Hands that weren't my own." She giggles, realising she said something inappropriate. "Whoops. Forget I said that, sweetie."
