Alain looks up, giving her a loving smile. "I've wanted that for so long." While she's still stunned, he reaches up to kiss her lips. "So, what do you think of my spell?" His smile turns to a grin, and Danielle realises that his cock is still inside her.
Caster gives a cruel chuckle, as he grabs hold of his employer's arm. "Oh, you don't get a room." He pulls her into the stables with him, shoving her roughly into one of the empty stalls, and closing the door behind him. Reaching out, he grabs one of her nipples and twists roughly. "What, the whorehouse got you all worked up?"
"That...you..." She tried to think of what to say. Worse was the fact that she still felt herself aroused for reasons that she hated herself for. Why did she still feel arousal from this? For many reasons, her face was red from the confusion and embarrassment. "What did...you basically just assaulted me." As much as she tried to call it that, she hadn't actually worked all that hard to pull or push him away, still feeling that lingering hardness inside of her. "And...pull out already." She somewhat paused at the last part, as if having to remind herself to say it.
Heading back down, Verena gets to see the figures from a closer distance, her sharp eyes picking up the details of their armour.
Verena has a Suspicion who they are and stays in cover. She wouldnt be able to take them on alone. She keeps on watching them.Heading back down, Verena gets to see the figures from a closer distance, her sharp eyes picking up the details of their armour.
They mount dark horses, preparing to ride away, though Verena isn't sure where they can ride to, given that this is an island.
Then she acts against her better judgement and walks out from cover.
"Of course, mother." Alain pulls his cock out, all at once, causing her to feel a rush of pleasure. "Now, I actually have one more spell I'd like to show you." Before she can react, Danielle sees Alain grab a flower from his discarded clothes, much like the one she used herself to probe memories. "I paid a fortune for this," she hears him say, "let's see if it works." He plucks one of the petals.
The sudden disappearance of his cock left her feeling empty, her cunt eager to replace it back, but too caught up with her proper focus returning, she had gotten up and quickly moved to redress herself as she scowled, almost looking seriously ready to debate at the very least hitting him for what he had just done. While she tried to make her best menacing face, even though she was clearly angry, with her features, even her scowling tended to look somewhat sexual as if daring someone to use her while she was making that face of hate at them. It didn't help that she instinctively crossed her arms and brought her chest up as the small crackle of electricity from her fingertips emerged. Alain knew as rightfully pissed off as she was, she would never actually hurt her own son as much as she tried to seem threatening.
“Ooohhhh! Angelica... your ass... this feels... incredible...” Varrin moaned in pleasure as his mother's ass squeezed him before relaxing. With some effort he managed to get his entire length inside and paused briefly, letting the MILF get used to the feeling of his cock filling her. Then he slowly pulled out until only the head remained inside, before thrusting forward again, and again, and again, gradually speeding up, soon getting into a rhythm.
Caster chuckles. "You really need it, don't you?" His expression darkens, however. "Who told you that you could remove your dress, whore? You undress when I say you can. I think you need to be punished." The milf sees her master take hold of a riding crop."Aahn." Moaning as she's lead to the stable, Mirellia shuddered. "W-wait, here, people might hear." She said in a low, submissive tone. Before shuddering as he pinched her nipple. Causing her lust to once again take the better of her. The noblewoman hurried undoes her clothes, but makes sure it remained clean, to prevent questions from being asked. Once her dress was removed, Mirellia stands in front of Caster in nothing but her erotic lingerie. Her juices already leaking through her panties. "Aaah... master."
The riders of the hunt, three of them, turn quickly, distorted sounds coming from their helmets that Verena judges to be some sort of dialogue between them. Looking at the witcher, they brandish weapons.
Alain gives a pleased smile. "If it makes you happy, I'll keep training. All right, I'll see you in a little while, it's probably best if we don't talk too much while you're here, for obvious reasons." The young bard walks over to his mother and kisses her cheek, the chaste show of affection bringing her an inappropriate feeling of warmth. "Love you." He walks out the door. Danielle is left on her own for about half an hour, until she hears a knocking at the door.
She flushes slightly from the kiss, without really noticing, but soon Alain leaves her to herself in the room to sit on the bed for a bit. Sighing , the day somehow felt more exhausting than it has been and the knocking gets her attention.