"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.
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..."
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."
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.
“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.
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."
"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)
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.
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 stays calm and focused, summoning up The Quen Sign to create a Should around her and force The Wraith away from her Body.
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.
(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."
"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.
The creature lets out a shriek, as an orange energy shield erupts around Verena, forcing the creature back. It reels away, and disappears once again, leaving Verena alone on the staircase.
(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.
"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.
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?”
Outside the brothel, she catches sight of the coachman out by the stables, the young man catching sight of her and grinning lewdly.
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.
