"S-So good, Varrin! Your cock, ooh, it's amazing!" Varrin doesn't have to fuck his mother long, before he feels her orgasm, her already tight hole clenching down even tighter, while her juices flow readily from her pussy down to stain the bedsheets. Angelica eagerly presses her hips back to meet her son's thrusts, sending his length deep inside. Recovering slightly, the milf looks back to nod in response. "W-Whatever you want, sweetie."
Estelle guides the group through the streets, leading them to a large and elegant manse (by human standards), where several well armed guards allow them to pass through a gate at the demand of their master's daughter. Inside, Estelle is scurried away by a gaggle of maids, while Kyra, Abigail and Ard are escorted into a sitting room and instructed to wait, though they're never explicitly told for what. After a few minutes, Kyra's foot taps against the heated floor tiles impatiently. "Damn it, what's taking so long? I say we leave."
Sophia doesn't give a proper answer, but her meaning is clear, merely bobbing her head slightly. "Do you want someone to accompany you? A soldier, or a sorcerer, perhaps?"
Caster teases her, sliding the leather crop along her ass, but not striking her with it. As the anticipation grows unbearable, he speaks. "You thought? Who asked you to think? You're my slave, your job is to do as I say, not to think." Without warning, he slips the crop away, before raising it up to strike her clit with speed and power, the thin lingerie providing no protection from the wave of pleasure that assaults her senses.
Varrin's only answer was another moan as the pleasure overwhelmed him. He sped up even further, thrusting hard a few more times before burying his cock as deep as he could and shooting his load inside his mother's ass.
'Perhaps the steward or Estelle's father is questioning her first about what happened and deciding how to approach us,' Ard guessed, 'Did she promise you a reward for saving her life from those creatures? Perhaps they do n0t want to honour that debt.'
Francois, the handsome young maitre'd from earlier, steps into the room. "Madame Velotton? The manager has asked to see you. I hear you did very well." He gives an encouraging smile.
Angelica is silent for a few moments, besides some gasps as he kisses her neck. "T-That was... That was wrong. You're my son!"
Ard sees Kyra's ears twitching, as if trying to listen out for anyone plotting against her. Abigail shrugs. "If they wish to do something to us, they won't let me leave, so I may as well stay with you."
Varrin grimaced at the words, though his mother could not see his face. “I know, I know... I just... could not resist the temptation... neither of us could, in fact. All I could do was stop myself from using your pussy – precisely because we're related.” He made a brief pause to gather his thoughts. “Still, I do not regret what we did. We both needed it, and we both enjoyed it. Isn't that enough, Angelica?” He intentionally did not call her “mother”, to not make things even more awkward.
The grey haired woman regards Danielle cooly from behind her desk for a few moments, before nodding. "Quite well. Your client was a young man, seemingly of limited means, so it's unlikely he has much experience to compare you to, but nonetheless, he seemed exceedingly satisfied. Very well, consider yourself hired on a provisional basis. The courtesans here split their fee 50/50 with the house, non-negotiable. Your current garment is befitting the workers here, but you are free to wear clothes from the changing rooms. If you want clothes made or altered, we have a tailor who can do it for a fee."
"You dare?" Caster grabs her by the hair and painfully yanks her up. "You cum when I tell you, whore!" He begins to strike her ass with the riding crop, more than hard enough to leave red marks. "When. I. Tell. You." Each word is punctuated with a strike of the crop.
Verena fails to see any real weak points, as the figures answer in spectral voices. "He has seen things he should not have." The witcher feels the air around her begin to grow cold.
“Yes. Thank you, ma’am.” Not wanting to waste too much of her time or be pressed for details and get caught in a lie, she walked out, wondering what her next move should be. There was still no promises when the person she actually needed would show up, but it might have been a good idea to use her other set of skills with enchanting and get friendly with a few of the girls here.
After several more minutes, an elderly bearded man in the clothing of a noble arrives. "So, it was you three who rescued my daughter?" He regards them coldly. "Interesting that an elf would take the side of a human, against his own kind, and a mutant as well." He looks briefly at Kyra, who shrugs.