Angelica is silent for a few moments, as she processes what happened, before awkwardly giggling. "I knew you were my favourite for a reason." The milf pulls away, Varrin's cock leaving her ass slowly, so as not to overwhelm either of them with pleasure. She turns, facing her son with an affectionate but nervous expression. "I can't say that it wasn't what I wanted, my love, only... What now?"
She finds Samuel in his office, nose buried in a book, before looking up to give his wife a smile. "Ah, my love, how did it go? You didn't do anything too scandalous, I hope." He smirks, teasing.
The rider in the center, the tallest, and evidently the leader, steps forwards. "Ah, a witcher... We could use the services of a witcher." There's more of the distortion as the riders speak among themselves. "Pledge to do us a favour in the future, and the human goes free."
'You must be Estelle's father. My name is Ard, well met,' Ard stood from his seat and inclined his head to the noble, 'I care little for the Scoia'tael and their goals. They behave like thieves and bandits, so I do not see why I should treat them any different. Your daughter did not deserve to die by their hand or get used as some kind of bargaining chip.'
Varrin groaned as his dick slowly left his lover's ass. “Now... well, now I return to my room and we go back to being mother and son... at least until the next time you need someone to take care of your needs.” He made a brief pause. “At least, I hope there will be a next time. Because, to be honest, I doubt I will be able to find a woman whose ass could compare to yours...” He sighed dreamily. “Oh, but don't get me wrong. I'll be happy to spend time with you even if we never get to do something like this again. Spending time with someone as gorgeous as you is its own reward, Angelica.” As he said that Varrin pulled the MILF's face close and placed a light kiss on her lips.
Caster strikes her ass over and again, without mercy, before gripping her shoulder and roughly turning her to face him, so he can bring the crop down on her nipples and pussy. "And why should I forgive a disobedient whore like you?" His expression is darker than she's ever seen, causing waves of trepidation and arousal to flow through her.
"Of course not....I ran into Alain earlier." Her face shifts more serious. "I had the discussion with him about how he's spending his time in places like this, but I don't think it's going to stick. He is coming along with his magic though....we need to find a way to get him to focus on that. But that's another conversation that takes way too long to get into. You said the girls needed help with their outfits and enchantments. At least this is where I excell...though while we have the materials here, maybe I should look at making some my adjustments to mine with quality materials. What do we have to work with here?"
The main raises his hand, to indicate that Ard should stop talking. "I'll not have it be said that Agustin Villotette is ungrateful to those who aid his kin. The hospitality of my house is open to you, within reason. Rooms have been prepared for the three you, when you're ready to sleep, and the cooks have been instructed to provide you with food when you're hungry."
The milf blushes, kissing back. "If only your father was more like you, Varrin." The comparison is strange to the young man's ears, given that he's been compared to his father many times, and almost always in such a way as to indicate that the son is inferior to the old man. "I shouldn't... But I want to do this again. If you ask me again, I don't think I'll be able to refuse."
'You have our thanks, Sir Villotette,' Ard inclined his head, 'We will not overstay our welcome.'
"It would involve tracking down a certain creature, not a human." The lead rider replies in his booming voice. "Your skills in tracking would be what we need, not your sword. Agree to help us when we ask, and the boy goes free, and unharmed."
"I can fight as a human, I just can't take down a whole group of soldiers by myself." Ignazy finishes his drink, wiping his mouth. "When I'm by your side, I won't be a liability, if that's what you're asking." Trista remembers that Ignazy tried to kill the second woodsman recently, and notes that the second man is still in the back of the cave.
Varrin's still-hard cock twitched at his mother's words. “Then I will be sure to ask you again.” He declared, completely serious. “Though it won't be for at least a few days. Maybe we could go on a date of sorts... something to think about later. “He looked own at his dick, still erect and wet with Angelica's juices. “I don't think it will go soft any time soon with you here, so, as much as I enjoy your company, I better go...” He sighed.
"He'll find his way eventually, especially with you as a teacher." Samuel smiles. "I have some things that might help you." He holds up a small leather satchel, revealing three runestones. To Danielle's eyes the stones glow with magical energy, and by touching them she can discern the effects they provide. One can increase her stamina, the second increases resistance to wounds, and the third makes magic more potent. She knows that only one effect can be applied to her clothes.
Abigail nods, standing, as Kyra lazes on the couch. "I think I'll stick around for a few days, maybe have a bath and find someone to take care of my needs. In case we don't see one another again, you have my thanks, elf."
