"I'm very glad." Gunther nods. "We'll have a day or two until our unwilling 'informant' gets here, so you're free for right now." Samuel adds.
"Mmmh!" Angelica bites her lip to keep from crying out. "I-I...I'm not sure that this is...ooh!" She lifts up her ass, showing her round and pleasantly thick posterior to her son.
Heading through the trees, she soon arrives at the base of the old tower, with a complex of ruined ivory building spread around in a stone circle around it. Looking around, Verena spots several entrances to go up the tower, or down underground, but no sign of Matthias.
"Very well." Mirellia stands up, seeing as she has nothing more to add. "I'll take my leave then. Do keep me informed when a plan is finally set." She speaking in a stern tone as she looks at Gunther, "Good day, gentlemen." The sexy milf bids them good bye, before walking out of the room. For now, she decides to walk toward the place they'll be staying at.
"What? Wait!" The sensation of heat rising made her jump with alertness for a few moments, but the "ungrh" sound she let out came with her trying to fight back her arousal. She was about to protest....then...she didn't know what happened. He groped at her breasts, and her nipples instinctively hardened underneath. It was less because of magic and more caused by experiencing the kind of assertive touch she never felt before. Overwhelming to her body, she could only quietly open her mouth to say anything back before he planted his lips on hers. Dizzing and overpowering, she tried to get a sense of what was going on, looking at the blurred shape of some stranger take charge of her. Was she really going to let some random stranger fuck her for money? She thought to step back and pull away a little bit, but not trying as hard as she meant and placed her hands on his chest to try and push him away, but with the heated arousal and clouded mind, all this really did was cause her to bring her hips in and grind against his waist a little awkwardly in her attempts to fight him off or show resistance.
Trista nod for that, most of what he said it was correct with what she managed to collected. "So you said she put blame on you for all murders what happen in the last days. But what about these bookworm who got attack by monster? Are you deny, that it wasn't you?" She asked and look at witcher and dwarf, to see what they thinking about that news. " Let's say, that we would help you. Do you have any evidence against her? Except that letter, what is proof for murder on you, but not rest of her action? "
'Hmm, yes... I am sorry it has to end but it's for the best,' Ard nodded, 'Your father would probably have me hung if he knew what we shared. And he would probably keep you locked up until he found a husband for you.' 'Come, let's continue,' Ard said, coaxing his horse to continue to the city gate.
Verena decides to head up the top of the Tower to get a better view of The Area and maybe find Matthias.
Gunther gives Mirellia directions to her own room. It's well decorated, though next door she can clearly hear another woman moaning.
“Yes, like that... beautiful... let me take a closer look...” Varrin brought his face close to Angelica's ass, her damp pussy and puckered rosebud exposed for him to see. Unable to resist the temptation he used both hands to spread her cheeks wide, then planted a quick kiss on her nether lips followed by a brief lick, getting his first taste of his mother's pussy. Then he moved up to her back door. “Yes, this spot definitely needs some special attention, my lady.” Acting quickly so as to not let his mother object – and to not let himself second-guess himself - he reached with his tongue and began licking Angelica's back door while at the same time slipping two fingers inside her wet pussy, getting them wet. A minute later he pulled his face away and instead pressed his fingers, now lubricated with the MILF's juices, against Angelica's back door, slowly forcing them inside and starting to fuck her ass. “Yes, like that...” Varrin used his other hand to grope his mother's ass. “But... it seems I can't quite reach deep enough... Fortunately, I have a tool that can help with that...” Pulling his fingers out he took his rock-hard cock in his hand and guided it to Angelica's ass. Soon the head of his member was pressing lightly against the MILF's puckered rosebud. “Should I proceed, my lady?” He asked, giving his mother one final chance to stop.
'Alain' continues to touch Danielle, to kiss her. "Damn, I've wanted this. All that time, watching you in that skimpy dress..." He slides her dress aside to reveal her breasts, squeezing, pinching and sucking on her nipples, as a hand reaches up to touch her pussy, stroking at her clit. His touch is clumsy, but under the effects of the spell, Danielle is being stimulated like nothing she's ever experienced before.
"That was me." He nods. "I stopped a bandit attack, but killed some travelers by mistake. I won't lie about it." He takes a swig of his drink. "I don't have hard evidence, no. I don't need it, either. I don't intend to take the woman to the local magistrate. I intend to kill her, and all her bandit friends."
Disoriented, she tries to bring her muscles to react properly, but keeps finding herself making surprised gasps every time she works up the energy. The thin fabric of her dress did nothing to protect from his touch and as he pulled it back allowing those giant tits to shake and wobble loosely, she found them tented up as her sexual need began to pent itself up, traces of her mature wetness flowing down from the stranger's touch. Her breath sharp and ragged as he went straight for her sensitive regions, the milf's body didn't put up much of a fight before her legs began to slightly spread. "Ah..sir...I have a husband. I can't...."
"Hah." Letting out a sigh as she entered her, surprisingly well furnished room in a brothel. Mirellia sits down to rest, but the moans coming from next door was quite... something. Causing her cheeks to blush even more, the sexy milf gulps. Her hand unconsciously teasing her nipples over her dress, causing her nubs to grow erect, and poke through the fabric.
Trista shake her head for that. "If we are going not to kill you, we cant't attack inn, or we will have to cut them all, with customers and travelers. We have to lure her someway out the tavern, if we want to end this." For Trista, her duty here was clear. Kill the monster, who attack on the travelers, and fact the monster is human, change nothing. "You seems to know her more, than normal neiboor. Do you know anything bait, what could lure her out her keep?"
Ah, so he had two tasks, but his main would be extracting information, not aiding the group. Lutz thought for a moment, about how to go about meeting the person of interest... he had no desire to join inquisition. Mindless brutals, all of them, with no appreciation for subtler arts of interrogation. But the criminals were not good of a solution as well... "Please, put me in contact with criminals." Lutz answered after a moment. "Who would I be working with?" He asked.
As the small group reaches Vizima, the gate guards looking suspiciously at the elf and witcher who've arrived with a noblewoman, but Estelle gives them a few sharp words, and is let through. Past the gates, Ard gets a good look at the streets of Vizima, which are mostly squalid and caked with filth. The city itself is nowhere near as large or populous as those in his homeland, but for a human settlement, Temeria's capital is decently sized. Abigail leans over Ard's shoulder, asking "Shall we look for my contact first, or go see Estelle to her father?"
Using aard, Verena is able to get through the door into the tower. She sees inside a massive winding staircase, curling upwards, illuminated at points by sunlight, where the walls have collapsed. Verena gets about halfway up the tall building, before she reaches a point where the staircase has collapsed, leaving a gap. The witcher judges that she can jump the gap without difficulty, but as she prepares to do so, she hears the sound of a wraith materialising behind her.
"Aaah! M-My-..." Angelica writhes in pleasure. Unlike Madeline, the older woman is unused to such stimulation, and is left reeling and incoherent at her son's attentions. Looking back at him, he sees her give a tentative nod. "B-Be careful... I've never- ooh!"
