The Witcher - Stories from The Path RP

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...."
"Don't worry, mother. I won't tell him a thing." Alain kisses his way down from her breasts, down her stomach, and finally reaching her cunt. As he reaches her cunt, he begins to lick at her pussy, the feeling sending jolts of pleasure up her body, combined with the lust spell.
"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.
As Mirellia begins to touch herself, she starts to hear words mixed in with the moans. "Ah...sir...I have a husband." The woman breathes lustily, before her lover replies "Don't worry, mother, I won't tell him a thing." Mirellia feels herself grow wet as she stimulates herself, breathy moans coming uncalled for from her mouth.
 
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?"
Ignazy nods. "The bandits have a hoard in a ruined castle, not far from here. Part of the gold there is the inkeeper's share. She would never let her money slip away." He takes another sip. "The place is enchanted, so I can't go there as a werewolf, and it's too heavily guarded for me to attack alone. With two witchers and a dwarf, however..."
 
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.
Sophia examines his expression before saying "A dwarf named Carlo Varese, also called Cleaver. He's a brute, but he and his gang have proven useful in the past. However, he's not to know the true reason why you're snatching the woman, understood? If he knew, he'd cause problems. Say it's because of a dispute or grudge, or come up with an excuse yourself if you can think of anything better."
 
"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!"
Never? Really? Varrin's eyes widened in surprise at the revelation. “I'll be careful and as gentle as I can.” He promised as he began slowly pushing his cock inside Angelica's virgin back door.
 
"Don't worry, mother. I won't tell him a thing." Alain kisses his way down from her breasts, down her stomach, and finally reaching her cunt. As he reaches her cunt, he begins to lick at her pussy, the feeling sending jolts of pleasure up her body, combined with the lust spell.

As Mirellia begins to touch herself, she starts to hear words mixed in with the moans. "Ah...sir...I have a husband." The woman breathes lustily, before her lover replies "Don't worry, mother, I won't tell him a thing." Mirellia feels herself grow wet as she stimulates herself, breathy moans coming uncalled for from her mouth.
“Ah, wha...” Her brain tried to register it, but being too clouded by the fog, couldn’t properly process it. Her brain didn’t focus on any thoughts. Only the physical feeling of stimulation and her growing arousal. Her thighs began to quiver as the tingle of reaching on edge came fast.

Despite her appearance, she hadn’t been with many men and it was obvious by how easy it was to lead her body. “..agh..nu..no..” As much as she made the words to try and protest, her body obviously wasn’t. Nipples completely stiff and juices pouring down her thighs, almost expectingly.

“...just hurry up, and do what you paid for then.” Mind clouded, she did the best she could think off to take control and rush this, her fingers coming to his trousers to start to pull them down and release the growing bulge, hoping he could be enticed to finish quickly before she could give into the sensation.
 
Never? Really? Varrin's eyes widened in surprise at the revelation. “I'll be careful and as gentle as I can.” He promised as he began slowly pushing his cock inside Angelica's virgin back door.
Pressing forwards, Varrin feels resistance from Angelica's previously unused hole, but slowly, he presses his cock inside his mother. Immediately, he feels vindication. His mother's rear entrance squeezes tightly around his length, sending feelings of pleasure up Varrin's body. "H-Honey...That feels...good!" She moans softly, as her ass is slowly fucked. After a few moment, he feels her relax slightly. "Y-You can go a little harder, dear."
 
“Ah, wha...” Her brain tried to register it, but being too clouded by the fog, couldn’t properly process it. Her brain didn’t focus on any thoughts. Only the physical feeling of stimulation and her growing arousal. Her thighs began to quiver as the tingle of reaching on edge came fast.

Despite her appearance, she hadn’t been with many men and it was obvious by how easy it was to lead her body. “..agh..nu..no..” As much as she made the words to try and protest, her body obviously wasn’t. Nipples completely stiff and juices pouring down her thighs, almost expectingly.

“...just hurry up, and do what you paid for then.” Mind clouded, she did the best she could think off to take control and rush this, her fingers coming to his trousers to start to pull them down and release the growing bulge, hoping he could be enticed to finish quickly before she could give into the sensation.
"With pleasure." He chuckles, giving a last, lingering lick around her clitoris. As she undoes his trousers, she feels his cock spring into her hand, the length fat and lengthy. Already drenched, Danielle needs no preparation, as her 'client' mounts her, rubbing his cock along her pussy to tease her, sending her wild with need. Finally, when she thinks that she can't take it any more, Alain thrusts forwards inside her.

The act of penetration leads to what Danielle is sure is her most powerful orgasm ever, but she has little time to contemplate the thought, as the man above her begins to pound her pussy with a ferocity she's never experienced before, filling her up like Samuel never has.

(Sorry for the poor writing)
 
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.
She turns quickly and performs a downward strike to Kill The Creature once she's materialized.
 
As Mirellia begins to touch herself, she starts to hear words mixed in with the moans. "Ah...sir...I have a husband." The woman breathes lustily, before her lover replies "Don't worry, mother, I won't tell him a thing." Mirellia feels herself grow wet as she stimulates herself, breathy moans coming uncalled for from her mouth.

Hearing her neighbor's conversation, Mirellia's eyes widen in shock. Gulping as her other hand moves to caress her pussy over her dress, as her fantasy turns to her own son. N-no, this kind of establishment. They're probably just acting. She thought to herself, but as she recalled the time she slept with Ashton in camp. Mirelia knew that she had already been fucked by her son... "Hah... I... wonder what he'll do if he realized I was awake... and how turned on I was." The sexy milf let out a sensual sigh.
 
Verena's blade slices through the wraith, but even as her foe disintegrates into spectral dust, she feels the arms of another slip around her waist, pulling her towards the collapsed portion of the stairwell, trying to drag her to her death.
Verena stays calm and focused, summoning up The Quen Sign to create a Should around her and force The Wraith away from her Body.
 
Hearing her neighbor's conversation, Mirellia's eyes widen in shock. Gulping as her other hand moves to caress her pussy over her dress, as her fantasy turns to her own son. N-no, this kind of establishment. They're probably just acting. She thought to herself, but as she recalled the time she slept with Ashton in camp. Mirelia knew that she had already been fucked by her son... "Hah... I... wonder what he'll do if he realized I was awake... and how turned on I was." The sexy milf let out a sensual sigh.
For the next few minutes, Mirellia caresses her body with her hands, but she finds that it's simply not enough to satisfy her. No matter how much she touches herself, she can't bring herself to the orgasm she so desperately needs.
 
"With pleasure." He chuckles, giving a last, lingering lick around her clitoris. As she undoes his trousers, she feels his cock spring into her hand, the length fat and lengthy. Already drenched, Danielle needs no preparation, as her 'client' mounts her, rubbing his cock along her pussy to tease her, sending her wild with need. Finally, when she thinks that she can't take it any more, Alain thrusts forwards inside her.

The act of penetration leads to what Danielle is sure is her most powerful orgasm ever, but she has little time to contemplate the thought, as the man above her begins to pound her pussy with a ferocity she's never experienced before, filling her up like Samuel never has.

(Sorry for the poor writing)
(Kind of my fault. I just can't focus on making anything decent lately.)

The tension began to mount, ready to break. For a few moments, there was a strange tensed silence as if both of them were wondering if this was really going to happen. And then...

"Ahhhmm!"

The next she heard was her moan. How do the girls here live like this? Being paid by any random stranger to be taken and used and have them force their cocks into their bodies as they're used as cheap sex rags. The odd thought came into her mind as she felt her pussy lips, stretched out and filled, with an odd enjoyment to go along with the discomfort. The thick cock strained against her insides. Warm and inviting, her motherly cunt instinctively clamped down as she wondered. How would she live with being bought and used as a cheap sex toy for a stranger? The sudden drive down below, gave the answer. She would drown.

Her eyes going back to the client as her body writhed, she still couldn't get a good look at his face. Just blurred. All she knew was how he made her feel. Assuming, this was some kind of kink he was paying for as a service on his end, to call her mother, the overwhelming lust in her brain told her to just go along with it. She needed to make sure he'd leave a good review. "Ah-you're so rough with mommy~"

Looking up she gave him a playful wink, assuming it was just an act on her part as she teased, but letting out some gasps that were very real. "Lusting after your own mother like this? So dirty~ Now, come on. Fuck with mommy."
 
For the next few minutes, Mirellia caresses her body with her hands, but she finds that it's simply not enough to satisfy her. No matter how much she touches herself, she can't bring herself to the orgasm she so desperately needs.

"Haahn. D-damn it all." Mirellia cursed, biting her lips in frustration. "R-right... Caster... I just need to get him in private. Then he'll..." She said, almost as if in a daze. The sexy milf stood up, leaving her room to tell Gunther that she'll be leaving to take a walk. After which she heads out, looking for her coachman.
 
(Kind of my fault. I just can't focus on making anything decent lately.)

The tension began to mount, ready to break. For a few moments, there was a strange tensed silence as if both of them were wondering if this was really going to happen. And then...

"Ahhhmm!"

The next she heard was her moan. How do the girls here live like this? Being paid by any random stranger to be taken and used and have them force their cocks into their bodies as they're used as cheap sex rags. The odd thought came into her mind as she felt her pussy lips, stretched out and filled, with an odd enjoyment to go along with the discomfort. The thick cock strained against her insides. Warm and inviting, her motherly cunt instinctively clamped down as she wondered. How would she live with being bought and used as a cheap sex toy for a stranger? The sudden drive down below, gave the answer. She would drown.

Her eyes going back to the client as her body writhed, she still couldn't get a good look at his face. Just blurred. All she knew was how he made her feel. Assuming, this was some kind of kink he was paying for as a service on his end, to call her mother, the overwhelming lust in her brain told her to just go along with it. She needed to make sure he'd leave a good review. "Ah-you're so rough with mommy~"

Looking up she gave him a playful wink, assuming it was just an act on her part as she teased, but letting out some gasps that were very real. "Lusting after your own mother like this? So dirty~ Now, come on. Fuck with mommy."
(Nah, your writing is good)
At her words, Danielle's lover is worked up into a frenzy, the room reverberating with the sounds of fucking and moaning. The client kisses Danielle hard, his hands groping at her breasts, as his hips continue to drive his cock deep inside her. The sensations soon become too much for the pair, and Danielle feels herself climax, mere moments before the client cums inside her.

It takes Danielle several minutes to recover after her climax, before she looks down at her client, who breathes heavily atop her, head nestled between her breasts. Looking down, she sees that his face is no longer a blur, and realises that the man who just came in her was her own son.
 
(Nah, your writing is good)
At her words, Danielle's lover is worked up into a frenzy, the room reverberating with the sounds of fucking and moaning. The client kisses Danielle hard, his hands groping at her breasts, as his hips continue to drive his cock deep inside her. The sensations soon become too much for the pair, and Danielle feels herself climax, mere moments before the client cums inside her.

It takes Danielle several minutes to recover after her climax, before she looks down at her client, who breathes heavily atop her, head nestled between her breasts. Looking down, she sees that his face is no longer a blur, and realises that the man who just came in her was her own son.
She didn’t know what happened. Loud. Wild, destructive. She only came too, to find herself in bed, hair disheveled, body exhausted and sweaty as she felt a weight on top of it. Mind coming too, to realize it was another person, she felt a pang of guilt at realizing she just slept with another man, and even more guilty at her body still lingering with pleasure. But as her face turned to see who this client was, she froze, only able to stare trying to convince herself that she did not just do what she thought she did.

“A-alain?”
 
"Haahn. D-damn it all." Mirellia cursed, biting her lips in frustration. "R-right... Caster... I just need to get him in private. Then he'll..." She said, almost as if in a daze. The sexy milf stood up, leaving her room to tell Gunther that she'll be leaving to take a walk. After which she heads out, looking for her coachman.
Outside the brothel, she catches sight of the coachman out by the stables, the young man catching sight of her and grinning lewdly.
 
"This better be worth it...." She sighs and clears The Collapsed staircase of The Ruble with a Controled Aard push to continue ascending to The Top of The Tower.
At the top, Verena has a commanding view over the entire ruins, and over much of the swamp. Looking out, she sees strange figures at the edge of the ruins, large man-shaped figures in black armour, exiting the underground section of the ruins. Verena spots Matthias, unconscious and slung over the shoulder of one of the armoured figures.
 
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