"Well, not so much to hit you." He stands and walks over to her. "I was thinking more of spanking you."
She sighed a little at seeing him not give up the lute, but she had to admit his playing had came along way. The interruption was a little bothersome as the gang of men looked her over. Blasting them would probably break some rules against customers, so she decided the easiest way was to get them to argue amongst themselves and thrown out. The easiest way to do that was to smile and make the almost genuine sounding question of which one got to go first. She didn’t wait for the results expecting that to derail things with them shortly.
Hearing his reply, Mirellia shuddered for a moment. "W-what?" Her cold and strict demeanor breaking for a split second. "And pray tell, why should I allow that kind of reward?" She asked with a suddenly intense glare.
Her ruse works well, and soon the men are too engaged on the question of which gets to enjoy Danielle first, that they don't notice the redhead slinking away. On the ground floor, she finds her son as he finishes playing and singing a song about some "flame haired vixen", to subdued, but genuine applause from his audience. Seeing Danielle, he turns. "Ah, mother. Sorry to call you down here. I'm not entirely ready for my demonstration. Would you mind heading up to your room for a little bit and waiting?" He gives her an apologetic smile.
She was a little underwhelmed with him still having his heads in the cloud, but there was no denying that he could draw a crowd when he really wanted too. His song was mostly just nonsense and empty boasting. She had yet to see any alleged woman in his life, but apparently people ate it up. “That’s fine. Take your time.” Not wanting to rush him, she went back up to her room to clean herself up and find a place to sit on the bed while she waited.
Normally, such a glare would be enough to get Ashton to back away, spewing apologies as his eyes look intently at the floor in front of him, but not this time. The young man grins at her. "Well, for one, I accomplished the task you gave me. Two, nothing I'd do would ever cause you harm, and three- well..." Ashton's hands dart out, grabbing at his mother's breasts, squeezing them, before his hands grip the front of her garment, and with two sharp pulls in opposite directions, tears it open. "And three, because you want it, bad." With a smug grin, he raises his hands, before slapping them against her bra-clad breasts.
Seeing his grin, Mirellia was surprised as it was far from his usual frightened response. And as he began giving the reasons, the sexy milf sighed. Until he suddenly tore open her dress, revealing the same erotic bra he saw earlier. "Y-you-Aahn!" Just as Mirellia was about to scold him, the sudden slap on her large breasts caused her to moan. "Nnh. You foolish, nnh. I will forgive you just this once." She replied still with her intense glare. But Ashton would notice a slight blush, and that fact that her nipples was slowly straining against the flimsy fabric of her lingerie.
Danielle waits alone for several minutes, boredom beginning to tickle at the back of her mind, before finally there's a knock on the door. Standing there on the other side, however, isn't her son, but Samuel, his nose entirely healed. "Ah, dear." His look is unusually...intense. "Alain told me that he had to leave on short notice, so you don't need to wait for him any more." Danielle's husband looks at her body with an uncharacteristic hunger. "However, there was something I wanted to...uh...talk to you about." Samuel reaches out to grip her wrist and pulls her towards him. In a moment, he presses his lips against hers, and kisses her in the most 'un-Samuel' like way possible. Where her husband's kisses have always been loving, they've also been chaste, and this is anything but, filled with passion and lust. Pulling away for a moment, he looks at her. "I realised that I've been neglecting you, my love."
"Sure, just once." Ashton grins, as he pulls down the cups of her bra, revealing her breast, and leaving another pair of hard slaps on her nipples. In a swift movement, he slides her dress off of her shoulders.
"Wha-" Once again taken by surprise, as her bra was pulled away. Revealing her milky white breasts, and slowly hardening pink nipples. Mirellia's face was completely flushed, despite her glare. "Ash-Aaahn!" The slaps on her sensitive teats caused her to shudder, unable to stop her moans. And giving her son enough time to pull down her dress, revealing her curvy body covered only by a matching set of black panties, and garter belt stockings. "Khh! D-don't think I won't punish you for this!" She growled, despite taking a step back to regain her composure.
As she steps back, Ashton moves forwards, not allowing his mother to gain any ground, hands slipping around her waist and pulling her towards him. "I look forward to it, mother." The young man sits on the bed, bending Mirellia over his knee. Pulling back his hand, he begins to spank her ass, the soft flesh rippling and going red with each blow, the force not too painful, but sending shockwaves of pleasure to her sensitive nerves. "You hit me ten times, so I'll give you ten in return. I already slapped your tits four times, so we have six to go." True to his word, he strikes her ass six more times, each bringing her close to a powerful orgasm, but after the tenth, he pulls his hand away, leaving Mirellia on the edge. "Well, there we are. Thanks for my reward, mother."
"What, no let go of me!" Mirellia protested, but soon enough Ashton bent her over and spanked her. "'Mmh! Nnnh!" Biting her lips as she muffled her moan after every slap. Feeling her pussy grow moist, creating a damp spot on her flimsy panties. By the time Ashton's reward ended, Mirellia's arousal had started to cloud her mind. She wordlessly moved away, her stocking-clad legs shaking after every step on her heels. The sexy milf then bent forward as she grabbed her dress, almost as if she was presenting her soaked crotch to Ashton. And as she began dressing up, "Nnh. Prepare yourself, I'll be beating you black and blue tomorrow." She said, though her tone lacked any of her usual self.
"I'll be ready, mother. And if you ever need another spanking, you know where to find me." With a self satisfied smirk, he lets her leave.
Once her dress was back on, her bra was still exposed, due to him ripping it earlier. "Khh." Mirellia growls, glaring at him as she uses her arm to cover her bust. She then heads directly back to her room, trying to push down her arousal.
Mirellia manages to make it through the hallways back into her bedchamber, without being spotted by any servants. Inside, try as she might, she has no success in removing her arousal, though.
Unable to suppress her arousal, Mirellia makes sure her door is closed. Before removing her dress, putting it aside to bring it to a tailor later. Biting her lips, she fishes out her collar, putting it around her neck tightly. She then gets on the bed, breathing deeply as she awaited for her vivid fantasies to overtake her.
"Arent Humans supposed to live together and Help eachother instead of killing and burning eachother?" She asks back
Lying on the bed, it isn't long before Mirellia hears the door to her chambers open. "Y-You sure about this, mates?" A youthful voice sounds. "Don't worry, lad. Look at her, she's already waiting for us." A much more gruff voice replies. Looking up, Mirellia sees five mercenaries enter the room, licking their lips at the sight of her.
"Touche." Matthias chuckles, taking another swig of the liquor and handing her back the bottle. "Sorry, I don't mean to sound judgemental."
(So is this a fantasy, or is she getting kidnapped?) Hearing her door open, Mirellia immediately moved to cover herself using her blankets. "Who?" She asked, until she saw the mercenaries enter her room. She glares at them, taking a peek at her Gwyhyr by her night stand. "What do you people want?" She asked, calculating whether or not she could make it to her weapon before they got to her.
