The Witcher - Stories from The Path RP

[Thorn_]

"Oh, uh, okay..." The young man heads to the counter and speaks to the concierge, reluctantly handing over a sum of money. Afterwards, he returns to her. "I got a room, Mot-, I mean...Danielle. S-Shall we?" He holds out a hand. Heading upstairs, mother and son enter into a small but pleasant looking bedroom. "Wait, so, you got a job here? As a...you know?"

She kind of blushed a little at him offering her hand, but took his. She had a rule about not touching and the situation didn't really make it any less strange, but she forced a smile and followed trying too make herself look like a good brothel whore. Since usually in this case an older woman would be leading an inexperienced man, she figured it was best to move ahead of him as if guiding him to the room before the door opened and it closed behind them.

Letting go of his hand, she walked out a few feet to look around the room. It really was a surprisingly upscale place for a brothel. Folding one of her arms underneath her immense bust, it looked like she was about ready to rip into a lecture before Alain actually seemed to be connecting the dots and asked about why she was here at all. "I mean...yes, but no. We're tracking a criminal who comes by here frequently. Your father is aware of the situation....it was his idea, in fact. But it would be a problem if too many people knew of our plans, so the owner thinks I'm here for an actual job and has put me on a trial basis for now. I need to find someone whose going to put a good word in without needing to sleep with them....which is a problem."

 

[Tjf]

Verena stays light on her feet and keeps them infront of her as She moves backwards and Sideways, slashing with her Sword at them when they are in range.

The sword cleaves through one of the spirits, silver cutting them where steel wouldn't, and they back away, not being able to get around her guard. One moves in front of her, as though to attack, but soon disappears. She soon feels it again, directly behind her, cold air on her neck.

 

[Tjf]

"Vault?" Mirellia repeated, recalling the Zerakanian's words. "This fault... it doesn't happen to be related to a Dijkstra does it?" She asked, glaring for a moment. "But, very well. I suppose I did say I was going to help. What is it you need me to do exactly?"

Both men look shocked for a moment, glancing at Mirellia in surprise. "W-Wait, how did you know it was Dijkstra's vault?"

 

[asddas193]

Both men look shocked for a moment, glancing at Mirellia in surprise. "W-Wait, how did you know it was Dijkstra's vault?"

Mirellia sits down, crossing her stocking-clad legs. "For starters, I overheard some Zerakanians mumbling about a vault, and Dijkstra. Among other things." She replied with a sigh. "So, tell me, what is your big plan then?"

 

[Avatar Kyoshi]

The sword cleaves through one of the spirits, silver cutting them where steel wouldn't, and they back away, not being able to get around her guard. One moves in front of her, as though to attack, but soon disappears. She soon feels it again, directly behind her, cold air on her neck.

Verena lets herself fall on her knees to avoid a potential attack from The Spirit and holds her Sword up backwards, stabbing the creature in The Center of its Body.

 

[Tjf]

She kind of blushed a little at him offering her hand, but took his. She had a rule about not touching and the situation didn't really make it any less strange, but she forced a smile and followed trying too make herself look like a good brothel whore. Since usually in this case an older woman would be leading an inexperienced man, she figured it was best to move ahead of him as if guiding him to the room before the door opened and it closed behind them.

Letting go of his hand, she walked out a few feet to look around the room. It really was a surprisingly upscale place for a brothel. Folding one of her arms underneath her immense bust, it looked like she was about ready to rip into a lecture before Alain actually seemed to be connecting the dots and asked about why she was here at all. "I mean...yes, but no. We're tracking a criminal who comes by here frequently. Your father is aware of the situation....it was his idea, in fact. But it would be a problem if too many people knew of our plans, so the owner thinks I'm here for an actual job and has put me on a trial basis for now. I need to find someone whose going to put a good word in without needing to sleep with them....which is a problem."

Alain looks at his mother wide eyed, taking it all in. The atmosphere of their surroundings must have gotten to him also, since he looks at her body with interest for a few moments before his eyes snap back up to meet hers. "Well, it won't be a problem anymore, will it? No one will know that we're related, so I can just give the owners a glowing review, right?"

 

[Thorn_]

Alain looks at his mother wide eyed, taking it all in. The atmosphere of their surroundings must have gotten to him also, since he looks at her body with interest for a few moments before his eyes snap back up to meet hers. "Well, it won't be a problem anymore, will it? No one will know that we're related, so I can just give the owners a glowing review, right?"

Danielle smiled. "Exactly. At least something worked out."

Letting out a sigh, she moved to sit on the bed inadvertently giving him a top down view of her cleavage as she leaned back a little. "All we need to do is just loiter for the night so they think we did that."

 

[moonblack]

Angelica presses her face against the pillow, and so misses Varrin revealing his cock. She lets out a moan as he touches her pussy, finding her damp already. "B-Be careful, honey."

“Of course, my lady.” Varrin promised and made a genuine effort to properly massage his mother's behind – though his fingers still brushed against her wet pussy several times, getting them wet with her juices. For a bit he hesitated what to do next and how far he was willing to – easily covered by the continued massage – then lightly pressed one finger against her back door to check her reaction.

 

[Tjf]

Mirellia sits down, crossing her stocking-clad legs. "For starters, I overheard some Zerakanians mumbling about a vault, and Dijkstra. Among other things." She replied with a sigh. "So, tell me, what is your big plan then?"

"Zerrikanians?" Samuel looks troubled. "Do you know where they were?" Gunther leans forward to explain. "We've not yet formulated a full plan. We still have to determine the vault's location. Samuel's wife is a mage who can search the memories of one of the men involved with the vault, so we can find out without the owners knowing. As for your part, we'd like to use your blade for any...rough stuff...and your beauty in case we need a distraction."

 

[Tjf]

Danielle smiled. "Exactly. At least something worked out."

Letting out a sigh, she moved to sit on the bed inadvertently giving him a top down view of her cleavage as she leaned back a little. "All we need to do is just loiter for the night so they think we did that."

The young man looks at Danielle's cleavage a moment, before moving to sit down next to her on the bed. "Sure. Ah, I guess we can just pass some time before we go to sleep?" He looks away for a moment, before turning back to face her. "Why don't I show you a spell I learned recently, and you can judge how well I'm doing?"

 

[Tjf]

“Of course, my lady.” Varrin promised and made a genuine effort to properly massage his mother's behind – though his fingers still brushed against her wet pussy several times, getting them wet with her juices. For a bit he hesitated what to do next and how far he was willing to – easily covered by the continued massage – then lightly pressed one finger against her back door to check her reaction.

Angelica continues to let out soft, breathy moans as her son touches her most private places. The milf looks nervous, but doesn't make any protest, or warn him again.

 

[Tjf]

Verena lets herself fall on her knees to avoid a potential attack from The Spirit and holds her Sword up backwards, stabbing the creature in The Center of its Body.

Verena's sword rises up behind her, and she feels the spirit burst into dust as it's slain. The other spirits back away out of sight, until she can't sense them any more, though her instincts suggest that she's not seen the last of the spirits.

 

[Thorn_]

The young man looks at Danielle's cleavage a moment, before moving to sit down next to her on the bed. "Sure. Ah, I guess we can just pass some time before we go to sleep?" He looks away for a moment, before turning back to face her. "Why don't I show you a spell I learned recently, and you can judge how well I'm doing?"

That made her lift her head up to look at him, curiously. “You’re actually working on your magic? Now, I have to know.”

Sitting upright, she took a look at him to observe wondering what he could have been developing. “Maybe fine tuning your magic will get you back into court. It’s just going to take some practice. It’s a better pursuit than chasing women anyway.” And it’s just not going to happen. She left the last part in her head as she got up to stand at the far end of the room and watch him expectantly.

 

[Regin34]

Gustav nods, as they walk together. Heading down to the frontmost chamber, the witchers see a bearded man sitting at the table, drinking something hot from a mug. He looks over to Trista, nodding curtly. "I'm Ignazy. You here to talk, or should I just transform and get this over with?" Through the cave entrance, the daylight streams in, hurting Trista's eyes, but she can position herself away from it.

Trista take position away from daylight, but she made friendly face.
" Nice to meet you Ignazy. My name is Trista, the witcheress of griffin school. I guess you are werewolf from birth, not from curse? Cursed men can only transform in the full moon." She said as she steped closer.
"We managed to know that you know about innkeeper illegal business and he send after you thugs of keadven army."

 

[unisol_gr44]

"Are they spirits, though?" Abigail ponders. "People call them 'spectral riders', and yet they seemed very much real when I saw them." She shrugs. "I suppose we'll find out." The road from White Orchard leads the small party to Vizima rather quickly. At the end of the second day of travel, they find themselves facing the walls of the city. Estelle looks over at Ard when the horses draw up parallel to one another. "Well, I suppose it'll be good bye, soon."

Ard looked up at the walls of the city and at the surrounding lake, before he turned to Estelle, 'Is it already, Estelle? I thought your father would offer us a place to stay while we are in Vizima.'

 

[asddas193]

"Zerrikanians?" Samuel looks troubled. "Do you know where they were?" Gunther leans forward to explain. "We've not yet formulated a full plan. We still have to determine the vault's location. Samuel's wife is a mage who can search the memories of one of the men involved with the vault, so we can find out without the owners knowing. As for your part, we'd like to use your blade for any...rough stuff...and your beauty in case we need a distraction."

"They have a room here, I overheard them talking while I was waiting for you." Mirellia replied to the old man, before listening in on whatever plan they currently have. "Sounds... interesting. Very well, I suppose I can handle it." And as they finally shared her part, the sexy milf was taken a back. But still agrees to being "used as a distraction."

 

[moonblack]

Angelica continues to let out soft, breathy moans as her son touches her most private places. The milf looks nervous, but doesn't make any protest, or warn him again.

Emboldened by the lack of objections or protest Varrin continued his less-than-chaste massage. His fingers rubbed against Angelica's pussy a few more times, collecting more of her juices. Finally, after swallowing a lump in his throat, he pressed one against her back door again, but this time did not stop there, instead using her juices as lubrication to slowly push his digit inside. “I believe this spot right here needs some special attention.” He commented before slowly pulling out. “I recommend changing your pose, my lady.” The young man suggested, trying to get his mother to lift her ass up in the air.

 

[Avatar Kyoshi]

Verena's sword rises up behind her, and she feels the spirit burst into dust as it's slain. The other spirits back away out of sight, until she can't sense them any more, though her instincts suggest that she's not seen the last of the spirits.

Verena gets up but keeps her Sword in her Hand and runs towards The Tower to find Matthias and get her Potential Reward within The Ruins.

 

[Tjf]

That made her lift her head up to look at him, curiously. “You’re actually working on your magic? Now, I have to know.”

Sitting upright, she took a look at him to observe wondering what he could have been developing. “Maybe fine tuning your magic will get you back into court. It’s just going to take some practice. It’s a better pursuit than chasing women anyway.” And it’s just not going to happen. She left the last part in her head as she got up to stand at the far end of the room and watch him expectantly.

"It's just two spells that I know, but I've been practicing them a lot. Over and over. I guess you could say that I've found my motivation." He gently takes her hand as she goes to get up. "Actually, we have to be close for this one to work." Alain moves closer to his mother, closing his eyes. She feels him channeling his power, more than he's been able to before, and a light begins to emanate from his fingertips. "Here goes nothing." Alain's hand presses against her chest, and for a moment, she feels nothing. After a few seconds, though, Danielle feels a heat rising through her body, sensations rushing across her, to her breasts and pussy.

Her vision seems to narrow, and with every second she begins to see Alain less as her son, and more as a man. Alain smiles, before leaning forwards to kiss her on the lips, the kiss more passionate than her husband had ever done, and he reaches up to caress and squeeze her massive breasts, which are fare more sensitive than normal. "I think I want to get what I paid for, after all."

 

[Tjf]

Trista take position away from daylight, but she made friendly face.
" Nice to meet you Ignazy. My name is Trista, the witcheress of griffin school. I guess you are werewolf from birth, not from curse? Cursed men can only transform in the full moon." She said as she steped closer.
"We managed to know that you know about innkeeper illegal business and he send after you thugs of keadven army."

Ignazy listens quietly, before nodding. "You seem to know most of it, then. The innkeep was in league with a group of soldiers who moonlit as bandits. She'd mark down which of her customers were good targets, and sell the information to them. As woodsman, I kept finding the bodies they dumped, and it wasn't long until I found out about the scheme. The bitch tried to kill me, but didn't know what I am. I slaughtered three of the bandits, then went for her, but she was able to put up some damn spell involving those torches. If I go close to the torchlight, I turn back into a human, and she has other bandits with her, too many for me to kill as a regular man. So, we're at a stalemate." He sighs.

"So, what do you intend to do?"