She takes The Bottle. "None taken. Its just awfully funny how You all live Your short lives in misery while You lecture other Races about their Beliefes and Lives. I have seen many things and I'm glad that I didnt end up in this Society. Killing things is much easier than Putting up with Your messed up Lives"
Lutz swallowed. The stories he heard about singing people in the forest, always ended with some kind of monster being the singer. "A human skin wearing monster?" He wishpered to his companion. "Let's move around it."
(It's a 'fantasy'. Sorry, I should have specified that they're the mercs Gunther hired. Mirellia recognises them from the trip.) Mirellia feels that she can probably reach her sword in time. The leader, a rough bearded man, grins as he approached the bed. "No need to worry, darlin'. We're just one of the dreams you've been having." He reaches out to touch her thigh. "Your lusts are getting stronger, and your fantasies are growing in intensity to match 'em."
"Our village isn't really like that." He shakes his head. "We live outside of most of society, so we don't really encounter the other races. Some people here have never even heard of elves and dwarves, let alone hate them." He takes back the bottle. "We don't lecture people. Honestly, it's not bad here, besides the monsters. The society you're thinking of are the cities and castles."
(No worriess, just wanted to make sure.) Realizing who they were, Mirellia was surprised. Enough that the leader got close to her, cutting off her path to her blade. And as he pulled away her blanket, revealing her curvy body, clad in erotic lingerie, along with the surprising leather collar around her neck. The sexy milf shuddered, especially as he touched her stocking-clad thighs. "Aaah. N-no, what is happening to me." She moaned, despite showing no signs to resist. And as his hands moved up, he'd feel her juices had already began trailing down her meaty thighs.
The trees flanking the grove are so thick and frequent that it almost seems like there's no space to hide, but Lutz and his companion manage to tuck themselves in and hide with their horses, though they can't move around, just hide and wait for the singer to pass. Looking onto the hidden road, Lutz sees a cart emerge from around the corner, an old man driving it and singing some bawdy song about whores, while a muscular thug stands at the side with a club, looking for trouble. For a moment, Lutz thinks that that's it, but from his hiding spot, he soon sees a figure following after the cart, stealthily. The woman draws two daggers, heading for the cart and the men, who don't see her.
She leans back and crosses her legs. "Oh make no mistakes, I was in some Towns who would send shivers down Your Spine. Couple Years back there was this Cult who sacrifised Lowlifes nobody would miss and wore their Skins and drank their Blood to trick Death to not comming for them. Villages are more worse often cause nobody will notice what's going on...." She smiles
"You've been surpressing your desires." The man moves aside her panties, beginning to finger fuck her pussy. Looking around, she sees the other mercs beginning to remove their armour, revealing their muscular bodies and erect cocks. "For years, you pretended to be a cold, distant housewife, when you really wanted someone to fuck you like Gustav did all those years ago." The other men get closer, beginning to touch and grope her body. "Your desires are beginning to appear in your dreams, because you weren't acting them out in real life. You've started to, but until you really give into your desires, your dreams will continue to grow more intense." The man doesn't sound like a mercenary anymore, though the rest still do, as they make lewd comments about her body.
"No thank you. Getting kidnapped was enough for me." He grins. "Speaking of which. The things that got me, were they the Wild Hunt?"
Lutz learned to appreciate women's bodies, especially when they laying on torture rack or hanging from the ceiling as he tortured them. He did appreciate the redhead's beauty - but saw that her fit body emitted deradliness. He would be careful if she was tied in his dungeon - he had no desire to interact with her now. Then his mind paused. Didn't the people in the city seek a redhead? That was something he certainly needed to stay away from. He put his hand on dwarf's shoulder, stopping him from taking any action, the dwarf would desire to take. "Let them pass." He whispered quietly.
"Yes they were Riders of The Wild Hunt. But You must keep this for Yourself. Do not talk about this with anyone, especially not those Strangers that came You understand?"
As soon as he started pleasuring her, Mirellia's arousal exploded almost instantly. Thanks to Ashton's spanking leaving her on the edge. Despite her lust filled state, the leader's words seemed to embed itself deep in her mind. And with the other mercenaries joining in, it didn't take long for the sexy milf to experience orgasm after orgasm. As each climax caused her sensitivity to rise higher.
A little stunned at the sudden force and aggression, she’s immediately responsive to her husbands advance opening herself up and pulling him down to the bed. “Haven’t seen this side of you before. I like it.”
The dwarf nods, and soon both the cart and the woman go out of sight, towards the city. As Lutz and his companion leave their hiding spot, they hear a shout and a scream of pain from the direction the cart went, and then no sounds at all. Heading down the secret road for another mile or so, they soon find that it intersects with the main road. Looking towards the city on the horizon, Lutz sees the royal guard soldiers far behind him, and notes with satisfaction that he's managed to make it past them without any confrontations. He can now head towards his destination, though there's still a far way to go.
"If you say so, I won't tell them anything." He nods. "You can count on me. Besides, I was unconscious the whole time, so I couldn't tell them much anyway."
It isn't long before the mercenaries join the milf on the bed. Mirellia's night is filled with pleasure, as the men gangbang her vigorously, fucking her in every hole over and over again, until she totally loses track of the world outside of the pleasure they're bringing to her. After what seems like an age, the men are spent, having each cum on or inside the milf multiple times. Groaning, they dress and leave her on the bed, wracked with pleasure. Mirellia wakes the next morning, covered in sweat. Strangely, though there's no cum on her, she can faintly taste it on her tongue.
Samuel moves atop her, continuing to kiss her, mouth pressing against her neck now as his hands shrug away the straps of her dress and reveal her breasts. As he gropes and squeezes at her chest, it still doesn't feel like her husband's touch, though it does feel slightly familiar. She can't remember why, though. "I guess I finally realised what a stunner my wife was." He sits up for a moment, removing his clothes. Her husband looks surprisingly fit, moreso than when he left their home to come to Novigrad many months ago, and his cock stands up more impressively than she remembers as well. "Time to make up for lost time." With a thrust, Samuel enters her pussy, pounding her with rough thrusts, though not so hard as to make it unpleasant for her. "Yes... Wanted this for so long." He squeezes and nibbles at her breasts as he fucks her with more energy than ever before.
