"Cae-what?" The villager, an old woman, shakes her head, as Abigail gracefully descends onto the planks of the village. "You'd have to speak to the alderman." She points to a hut that Ard thinks could be slightly larger than the others, though it's hard to tell. The elf doesn't have to go that far, though, as an old man exits the small dwelling at the behest of a younger assistant of some kind, looking at the elf with the same shock as the others. The man bears no signs of rank, and his clothes are no different from those of anyone else here, nor does he have any sort of aura of gravitas that a could be expected from a leader. The only real proof that he he's alderman is that no one around has disputed the claim. "I-uh, you want somewhere to stay, sir? Here?"
Feeling like she had him baited fairly well, she inches in a littler closer. “Well...I could always show you in private.”
Gunther steps behind Mirellia, his hands reaching out to touch her shoulders, fingers pressing down to relieve the tenseness of the athletic milf's muscles. "Indeed. My witcher didn't seem to be much of a professional, given what he described doing to the poor girl." He squeezes harder, undoing a knot. "Tying her up, ravaging her, making her call him master..." He chuckles.
“That does not sound good. I don't know who they are, but we need to hurry. Help me free Isabella so that we can flee if necessary.” The news about the unknown knights, combined with the strange chill, made him worried, like something was wrong, or some sort of danger was approaching their small group. Varrin redoubled his efforts to help free his sister.
'Greetings, you are the leader around here?' Ard asked the old man, 'Perhaps, we would like a place to stay the night. There are very few places in these swamps where one could camp for the night. A bath would be welcome too. Above all, I could also use some information. Did you hear about a sighting of the wraiths known as the Wild Hunt in your swamp?'
Waldemar grins wolfishly, his hand reaching out to brush up Danielle's thigh, coming to a rest not far from where the dildo still offers the milf near constant stimulation. "So I'd get the honour of being your first customer? I'd love to." The criminal squeezes her thigh a little bit, fingers drawing just a little bit closer to her mound. "You have a room here? I'll pay and we can go up together, I'd love to see you dance a little, before we get to the main course." Waldemar's trousers are tight enough for Danielle to know that she's excited the man quite a bit.
Shuddering once again as Gunther held her, he'd feel her shiver as he began describing what the witcher has done. As the sexy milf recalled the same instance, causing her arousal to rise. With the old man standind behind her, he'd be able to notice how her nipples had began straining againsr the fabric of her dress. "D-did he... now. Indeed, that... poor girl must have been desperate then." She cleared her throat, allowing her to speak in her usual cold, strict tone.
The flushed excitement of her body caused her to lean into his touch slightly more than she meant to. "I got a nice little room for the two of us. Be sure to put a good word in for me, if you like what you see." Slightly brushing her fingers along his legs in return, she rose letting him get a view of her ass she walked to the stairway, waiting for him to follow. (Just woke up. Can't really write right now, sorry.)
Isabella gets both hands free, as Varrin sees them emerge through the trees. The cold has grown substantially, pale frost emerging on the leaves and branches, as Varrin's teeth begin to chatter together from the cold. The riders in black come straight for Varrin and his sisters. Isabella sends a fireball flying at them, like the others, but it hits the lead rider to little effect. The sorceress gathers energy for another attack, but soon the riders are upon them, only a few feet away.
“Stay behind me!” Varrin shouted to his sisters as he got in front of Isabella, trying to protect her from the charging riders. Ignoring the cold he focused on the riders, preparing to try and deflect any attack aimed at the trapped sorceress behind him. There was little else he could do.
"A place to stay?" The man scratches his head. "Yes, we can provide you with an abandoned hut for the night. It won't be fancy, but it's within the village, so you won't have to worry about monsters as you sleep. As for a bath, we can do one, but it'll cost you a few coins, since getting clean water hear takes a while." As Ard asks his question though, the man's helpfulness ends, and his face goes pale. "T-The Wild Hunt? Here, in our swamp?" The man takes a few steps back, making some sort of folksy hand signal to avert evil, before looking back to Ard. "We've heard nothing of the sort around here about those devils, and it's a good thing, too. My grandfather used to tell me stories of them." He shivers, not realising that one of the creatures from his nightmares is standing right in front of him. The villagers surrounding Ard and Abigail, who've all gathered in to take a look at the strange newcomers, all seem fearful as well. Apparently this village believes in the 'superstition' of the Hunt, even if they've never had any contact with one of the riders.
"Yeah im sure You are thirsty...." She takes The Bottle from his Hand and opens it, taking a Big sip before Handing it back. "Not bad...."
Gunther's fingers slide a little lower, approaching Mirellia's chest as he continues to massage the milf. "Heh. Actually, from what I hear, she loved it. As soon as she got a taste, she became totally addicted, couldn't get enough."
Waldemar stands and follows close behind, eyes trained on her. "Oh, I certainly do. I get the feeling that this is going to be a very profitable day for you, Danielle, and a very pleasurable one for me." (No problem, I'm going to bed soon.)
"I... see, well, everyone has their own... tastes." Mirellia replied, breathing heavily as she recalled being trained by Gustav. Barely even noticing Gunther's wandering hands.
As he moves to protect Isabella, Varrin quickly realises that he made a mistake. The riders don't bother stopping to deal with the nobleman, or the trapped sorceress, merely ploughing past them on the way to the circle. As Varrin is knocked to the ground, barely avoiding being trampled by hooves, he feels the cold almost become unbearable, and hears a scream. Gathering his strength to sit up and look, he sees Madeline being pulled up into the saddle by a black armoured gauntlet, a rider snatching her up as he rode past. As the riders gallop down to the circle, Isabella finally frees her legs, collapsing to the ground next to Varrin. Weakly, as affected by the cold as he is, she raises her hand, and an orange ball of magical energy appears around them, cutting them off from the bitter cold. Finally, some warmth makes its way back into Varrin's body, and with it some strength.
He shrugs. "I got it outside the village. Can't stand the swamp liqour." Matthias takes a sip of his own, as Verena hears a hubbub coming from outside, talking and whispering happening from seemingly the whole village, not too far away from the hut.
"True, but those a certainly interesting tastes. I have to imagine how she felt, a woman of class and distinction, being pounded in every hole by a lowly mutant, begging him for more." Gunther chuckles, squeezing tightly, his face lowering to hover right above her neck, hands getting ever closer to outright groping the milf. "In any case," he releases her, "I suppose I should stop disturbing you with my lurid tales, my dear, forgive me. Do enjoy your meeting."
'You would be compensated fairly for the bath and the place to sleep, of course,' Ard said, 'Did anyone you see a female witcher with red hair perhaps?'
