The Witcher - Stories from The Path RP

[asddas193]

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.

Being forced to stand, Mirellia's gushing pussy juices streaks down her white stockings, with some dripping right onto her bed. And as their lips touched, she actively returns the kiss, her tongue wrestling with Caster's as she shuddered from extreme arousal. But as he left, Mirellia instinctively held out her hand. "Wa... mmh." However she doesn't call out, knowing that tomorrow was a big day. The sexy milf decides to quench her thirsts using her fingers for tonight, completely engrossed in her fantasies. Mirellia would fail to notice anyone, even if they entered her tent, unless they call out to her.

 

[Tjf]

“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?

Heading onto the brothel's main floor, Danielle notices that she's already started to get attention, a number of customers looking at her with plain interest, and the courtesans looking at her with jealousy. Heading closer to the entrance, however, the enchantress sees something she wasn't expecting to see at all: her son. Alain walks through the front doors of the Passiflora, looking at the women and the luxuries, before his sight settles on his mother, and he gives a broad smile.

 

[Tjf]

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.

Abigail nods, getting into the saddle behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist, as Kyra and Estelle get onto their own horse. As the horses trot along the road to Vizima, the elf hears the herbalist speak behind him. "The Wild Hunt doesn't tend to be quite talkative when they appear in our plain. Any idea how you're going to prevent them from simply riding you down when we see them?"

 

[Tjf]

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.

The witcher's sword impales the wolf, killing it outright, but its momentum carries it forward, knocking Trista down. With her sword still embedded in the wolf's corpse, and the other sword on her back out of reach, the wolf who stayed back sees its opportunity, salivating as it strides towards her. Gustav wrestles with his own attacker, unable to really help.

 

[Tjf]

Being forced to stand, Mirellia's gushing pussy juices streaks down her white stockings, with some dripping right onto her bed. And as their lips touched, she actively returns the kiss, her tongue wrestling with Caster's as she shuddered from extreme arousal. But as he left, Mirellia instinctively held out her hand. "Wa... mmh." However she doesn't call out, knowing that tomorrow was a big day. The sexy milf decides to quench her thirsts using her fingers for tonight, completely engrossed in her fantasies. Mirellia would fail to notice anyone, even if they entered her tent, unless they call out to her.

Mirellia has another of her 'vivid fantasies' after being alone, Gunther and Ashton bursting into her tent to take the helpless milf from both sides. Mirellia awakens the next morning on her bedroll, completely naked, as the camp begins to pack up outside the tent.

 

[asddas193]

Mirellia has another of her 'vivid fantasies' after being alone, Gunther and Ashton bursting into her tent to take the helpless milf from both sides. Mirellia awakens the next morning on her bedroll, completely naked, as the camp begins to pack up outside the tent.

After another vivid fantasy, Mirellia woke up slightly satisfied. She hurriedly cleans up, putting on her usual erotic lingerie. And finally fishing out the dress Gunther gave her to wear, as they'll finally be arriving at Novigrad. Making sure everything was in order, and her collar was hidden in her luggage. Mirellia steps out of her tent to go to her carriage.

 

[Regin34]

The witcher's sword impales the wolf, killing it outright, but its momentum carries it forward, knocking Trista down. With her sword still embedded in the wolf's corpse, and the other sword on her back out of reach, the wolf who stayed back sees its opportunity, salivating as it strides towards her. Gustav wrestles with his own attacker, unable to really help.

Trista make sigil Axi, to cofussed wolf and send him away, as she get back on her feet and pull out her sword of the dead wolf.

 

[unisol_gr44]

Abigail nods, getting into the saddle behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist, as Kyra and Estelle get onto their own horse. As the horses trot along the road to Vizima, the elf hears the herbalist speak behind him. "The Wild Hunt doesn't tend to be quite talkative when they appear in our plain. Any idea how you're going to prevent them from simply riding you down when we see them?"

'Oh, a good question,' Ard chuckled, speaking to Abigail behind him, 'I thought about trapping them, before having a chat. I have got a few magical tricks that might help to that end.'

 

[Tjf]

@majus
Waldschmit Castle, Cintra
Lutz can hear the door to the dungeon open, down the hall. From beyond the threshold come the sounds of the castle above, of feasting and festivities, plotting and debauchery. None of that concerns the peasant torturer down below, however. In one of the cells, Lutz stands before a handsome stablehand, the young man broken in spirit as he slowly signs the written confession in front of him. The boy is illiterate, so he can't read what he's signing, but Lutz knows that it's a false confession of attempted rape.

Lutz briefly remembers that the young man had been unfortunate enough to catch the eye of a noble's daughter. The two had fallen in love, and planned to elope, but the girl's father had gotten wind of it, and asked a favour of Lady Sophie, who put her newest servant on the case. Abducting the boy had been easy, as had been 'convincing' him to sign the fake confession. The thrill of young love had given him a sense of invincibility, but now he felt nothing of the sort, realising that his fate was sealed. The good looking young man turns away in despair, as Lutz hears armoured footsteps approaching the cell. Looking to the bars, he sees a guard standing there.

"The job's done? Good." He nods, looking at the broken young stablehand. "Lady Sophia is in her study. She wanted to see you."

 

[majus]

@majus
Waldschmit Castle, Cintra
Lutz can hear the door to the dungeon open, down the hall. From beyond the threshold come the sounds of the castle above, of feasting and festivities, plotting and debauchery. None of that concerns the peasant torturer down below, however. In one of the cells, Lutz stands before a handsome stablehand, the young man broken in spirit as he slowly signs the written confession in front of him. The boy is illiterate, so he can't read what he's signing, but Lutz knows that it's a false confession of attempted rape.

Lutz briefly remembers that the young man had been unfortunate enough to catch the eye of a noble's daughter. The two had fallen in love, and planned to elope, but the girl's father had gotten wind of it, and asked a favour of Lady Sophie, who put her newest servant on the case. Abducting the boy had been easy, as had been 'convincing' him to sign the fake confession. The thrill of young love had given him a sense of invincibility, but now he felt nothing of the sort, realising that his fate was sealed. The good looking young man turns away in despair, as Lutz hears armoured footsteps approaching the cell. Looking to the bars, he sees a guard standing there.

"The job's done? Good." He nods, looking at the broken young stablehand. "Lady Sophia is in her study. She wanted to see you."

"Indeed." He answered. Then turned to another guard. "Put him back to the cell."

With that, Lutz put the confession inside his coat - he would present it once he arrived - then he started walking to the study. He wondered what was the job he would be given now...

 

[Tjf]

After another vivid fantasy, Mirellia woke up slightly satisfied. She hurriedly cleans up, putting on her usual erotic lingerie. And finally fishing out the dress Gunther gave her to wear, as they'll finally be arriving at Novigrad. Making sure everything was in order, and her collar was hidden in her luggage. Mirellia steps out of her tent to go to her carriage.

Mirellia finds that the dress is tighter and more revealing than she thought, as she puts it on. It amply displays her every curve, and as she walks through the camp, the milf feels every eye fixed on her.

Caster stands by the carriage, supressing a smirk. As he takes her hand to help her inside, she feels him steal a quick squeeze of her ass when he can't be seen. With Mirellia ready, the convoy can now move, and they head towards the city looming in the distance. They make good time, and pass under the gatehouse of Novigrad in the early afternoon. As Mirellia looks out her window at the massive and lively city, she sees everything from merchants plying their wares, criminals and whores patrolling the seedy alleys, nobles from dozens of nations strolling about their business in the more upmarket areas. After a little while, Gunther moves from his carriage to hers.

Sliding onto the seat next to her, the old man smiles. "A lively city, no? We've made it in time for my first meeting. It's up to you if you want to come or not, this isn't one of the meetings I'll need a beautiful woman on my arm for, so you can explore instead if you'd prefer." He smiles. "I'll be heading to a brothel called the Passiflora, a lovely place, but the meeting won't be happening in the public sections."

 

[moonblack]

"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."

“It's alright, we all have needs. That's nothing to be ashamed of.” Varrin blushed, painfully aware of his hard cock in his pants. His hand rubbed Angelica's back, moving close to her ass, but not close enough to be inappropriate. “And you're still young. If people who don't know us see us together they will likely confuse you for my older sister – or my girlfriend.”

 

[Tjf]

Trista make sigil Axi, to cofussed wolf and send him away, as she get back on her feet and pull out her sword of the dead wolf.

Moving her fingers in the arcane gesture, Trista sees the wolf's eyes change, going from those of a killer, to giving a highly congused look, as though it doesn't know where it is. Trista's sword comes free easily, as she stands, and the wolf remains defenceless for a few seconds.

 

[Tjf]

'Oh, a good question,' Ard chuckled, speaking to Abigail behind him, 'I thought about trapping them, before having a chat. I have got a few magical tricks that might help to that end.'

"Trapping them?" Abigail asks. "An ambitious plan. Though I don't know what they are, the riders have access to powerful magic. Still, something about your demeanor tells me that you're not just being arrogant."

 

[asddas193]

Mirellia finds that the dress is tighter and more revealing than she thought, as she puts it on. It amply displays her every curve, and as she walks through the camp, the milf feels every eye fixed on her.

Caster stands by the carriage, supressing a smirk. As he takes her hand to help her inside, she feels him steal a quick squeeze of her ass when he can't be seen. With Mirellia ready, the convoy can now move, and they head towards the city looming in the distance. They make good time, and pass under the gatehouse of Novigrad in the early afternoon. As Mirellia looks out her window at the massive and lively city, she sees everything from merchants plying their wares, criminals and whores patrolling the seedy alleys, nobles from dozens of nations strolling about their business in the more upmarket areas. After a little while, Gunther moves from his carriage to hers.

Sliding onto the seat next to her, the old man smiles. "A lively city, no? We've made it in time for my first meeting. It's up to you if you want to come or not, this isn't one of the meetings I'll need a beautiful woman on my arm for, so you can explore instead if you'd prefer." He smiles. "I'll be heading to a brothel called the Passiflora, a lovely place, but the meeting won't be happening in the public sections."

Feeling the fabric cling to her skin, Mirellia blushes a little. Yet she still retains her usual strict, and cold demeanor. But as Caster groped her, she shuddered in excitement. Which she frustratingly keeps down. And as they finally made it to their destination, seeing the bustling streets of the city, Mirellia lets out a relieved sigh. "Well, things seem to be as usual in this place."

As Gunther moved to her carriage, their close proximity allowed him to catch a whiff of her erotic scent. "I see, I suppose I'll come along. It'll be good experience to see how these meetings go." She replied with a nod.

 

[Regin34]

Moving her fingers in the arcane gesture, Trista sees the wolf's eyes change, going from those of a killer, to giving a highly congused look, as though it doesn't know where it is. Trista's sword comes free easily, as she stands, and the wolf remains defenceless for a few seconds.

Trista didn't wonder any time, only swing her sword and cut off wolf head. She look at Gustav.
"Let's see, if our host waiting for us, after sending his dogs." She point at dark cave.

 

[Tjf]

"Indeed." He answered. Then turned to another guard. "Put him back to the cell."

With that, Lutz put the confession inside his coat - he would present it once he arrived - then he started walking to the study. He wondered what was the job he would be given now...

Heading up side passages that allow him, and the lady's other agents, to move about the castle unseen, Lutz is able to quickly make his way to his employer's study, a large room with a round window built into the far wall, and two huge bookcases flanking an oaken desk. Looking out the window, Sophia sits, nestled in the lap of her favourite pet.

"Lutz." Her voice is warm, but as always is impossible to read, while the troll gives a menacing growl. She turns to face the torturer. "Your task is complete, I assume?"

 

[Tjf]

“It's alright, we all have needs. That's nothing to be ashamed of.” Varrin blushed, painfully aware of his hard cock in his pants. His hand rubbed Angelica's back, moving close to her ass, but not close enough to be inappropriate. “And you're still young. If people who don't know us see us together they will likely confuse you for my older sister – or my girlfriend.”

Angelica beams. "Your girlfriend?" She gives yet another giggle, finishing her new glass. "If only I were that lucky."

 

[unisol_gr44]

"Trapping them?" Abigail asks. "An ambitious plan. Though I don't know what they are, the riders have access to powerful magic. Still, something about your demeanour tells me that you're not just being arrogant."

'Spirits can be trapped, so why not them too?' Ard said, 'It all depends on if we can find your friend and if she can help us.'

 

[moonblack]

Angelica beams. "Your girlfriend?" She gives yet another giggle, finishing her new glass. "If only I were that lucky."

“I think that should be my line. Everyone would be jealous of me if you were my girlfriend.” Varrin chuckled as he picked up the wine bottle. “More wine?” He offered.