Spoiler: Forgot to add this The sexy milf quickly gave herself to the pleasure turning the night into one haze of hedonism. And as she woke up, Mirellia cleans herself up, shuddering at the strange taste in her mouth, which she strangely savored. And as she got dressed, her hands strangely move to put on one of her more erotic undergarments. Which was thin enough to be see-through. Though she put on her regular dress, due to only packing a few outfits. Mirellia heads to the dining room to eat breakfast. And see how Gunther's visit to the casino go.
"Well, I was going to go to bed, actually, but since I'm just visiting the village, I don't have a hut of my own..." He looks at her.
"Well I guess we can share this Hut. It's large enough and I don't Need much Space. If Your not uncomfortable of course"
His behaviour wasn’t like anything she was used too from him, but her pent up lust already came into action, nipples standing alert and at attention before he even exposed them. Her inexperience with showing a lot of aggression of her own was there, but she made it clear as she pivoted her hips and pushed against him, excited to work him out of his clothes. His body felt...familiar. But also not quite how she remembered it being. But this was an improvement from how she remembered it. Quickly, she founded herself bringing him up higher on the bed as the sheets went over top to cover them both, trapped between the blankets just with their body head radiating off of each other as her thighs came between his hips to let him comfortably rest on top of her and give him an easy opening, but she locked her legs in place, anxious to see him take the proper initiative as she brought her face in and her soft cheek pressed against his. “You can use me anytime you like. I look forward to it actually. Just tell me to bend over your desk or make me blow you in a dirty alleyway..I love it when you take control.”
"Royal guards..." He muttered. "It seems we avoided a troublesome thing." He commented. Now they would have an easy way to their destination.
(Nice pic) Gunther awaits her downstairs with breakfast. "We've done some light scouting of the main level, though we weren't able to go downstairs. We'll have to see what our contact can come up with. In the meantime, we have a problem, one your blade might help to resolve."
"I don't mind sharing." Matthias nod. "Thanks. I promise not to do anything inappropriate. Well..." He doesn't say the next sentence.
Danielle hears the bed squeak below her as Samuel continues to fuck his wife with more passion than ever before, each thrust sending waves of pleasure up the milf's body. "Y-You're mine... All mine... Gonna fuck you whenever I want." He almost growls into her ear, no sign of the reserved bookworm she married. "Gonna breed you, my love."
"I see." Mirellia nods as she sat down, "What is it you need my help with?" She asked as she began eating.
“Ahm...yes..” The light sounds of passion were quiet, but intense, drawn in and feeling the strength of his thrusts. The reaction of her inner muscles to squeeze down on his cock and pull it in, almost threatening to never let it go as she used her inner walls to squeeze from all sides. “Do it! Make me your pet! Use me like a cumdump! Make me beg!” She didn’t know where this mood came from, but her arousal didn’t fight back in the slightest going along with it, pivoting, squirming...then coming to a complete stop, locked, tensed, cock aching inside of her, as she looked up, eyes going to meet his. “Master....slap me.”
The journey north is long and irritating, with little comfort, but eventually the dwarf and human find themselves within the walls of Novigrad. "So," the dwarf looks to Lutz as they ride. "We're here. Would you rather go scout out the target, or meet my boss? Or do you wanna relax first, find a bar or a brothel?"
"Those men you overheard the other night, the ones who were talking about us?" Mirellia remembers the Zerrikanians she eavesdropped on. "They're going to make a move, try to assassinate me to clear out the competition. I want to take care of them instead. They're in hiding now that they're planning to make a move, so I can't just send my men after them, so my only option is to wait for them to strike." Gunther explains, taking a drink. As she eats, Mirellia notes that, as with all of Gunther's food, her meal is excellent. "If I keep the mercenaries around me as bodyguards, the Zerrikanians won't attack, but if I travel alone with you, however..." He lets the sentence hang a little while. "They have no reason to suspect that you're a master swordswoman, after all."
Samuel's thrusts grow even harder and more pleasurable as his wife begs him to degrade her, but her last sentence gives him pause, and he stops for a moment. "S-Slap you?" The look of shock turns to a lustful grin, as he continues his hard fucking, and begins to slap her breasts hard. "Huh, you like that, whore?"
Mirellia listened to the plan, as she ate her meal. "Hmm. That does sound plausible. Do we know how many there are? I saw two of them enter the room. But if they had friends, it'll be troublesome." She replied, "Also, do you have ideas on where we'll be travelling?"
Matthias chuckles. "I won't lie, you're a fine looking woman, but I know better than to hassle a witcher." He lies next to her, though not touching. It doesn't take long for his eyes to close, and soon he breathes steadily, asleep. Above them, it begins to rain, droplets falling against the thatch of the roof, and Verena hears the crack of thunder.
The sudden change in hesitation, was more in line with what she was familiar with, but she simply held a mischievous smile with a nod. The sudden hard smack against her tit was loud, but so was the almost strangely level of aroused moans she made as she felt the stinging blow, nipples become even more rigid with excitement, as the red coloration marked her skin. “I...I meant my face.” Her request even dirtier and more machostic than he thought possible, she still looked clearly excited from the rough treatment as her womanhood engulfed his cock.
"There's one more, my agents tell me." Gunther nods. "I can go wherever is best for you. Would you rather they attack in public, or somewhere quiet where no one will see?"
Samuel lets out a laugh, before his hand moves sharply, striking both of her cheeks. "Never thought you were so much of a slut." His playing with her breasts grows more rough, squeezing and biting harder, as she feels his cock begin to twitch.
"Three then." Mirellia pondered, "Hmm. Somewhere private will be preferable. It also reduces the chance of them using bows and arrows." She replied.
