“We are on our way to Novigrad. My sister needs to go there,” Varrin intentionally did not say anything more, leaving it to Isabella to decide how much – or how little – to tell their new acquaintances, “and I decided to accompany her – both because it's dangerous for a lone woman to travel there, and because I have never been to the city so I wanted to visit it at least once. Have any of you been there before?”
'I was not planning on doing anything else,' Ard smiled, driving his cock into her for the last few times he could muster. The elf captured her lips and drove himself in to the hilt, fully embraced, his cock erupted inside her, filling her to the brim. Another orgasm washed over her and her mind went blank. In a flash, Abigail saw herself in a strange, foreign land. Inside an elaborate mansion, with fine carpentry and lavishly decorated, she saw an elf standing in the middle of the room, two slave girls, one human and one elven, helping him put on armour, which was jet black and shaped like bones. The armour of the Wild Hunt she had seen for herself. The scene shifted and the armour clad elf mounted a pitch-black horse, along side a number of similarly armoured riders. A miasma of magic opened before them, guided by an elf with a sceptre, and the riders rode through. Now in her world, the riders tore through a village, the place completely cast in fog and ice, killing whoever resisted and taking whoever did not. As the riders retreated and the leader opened another portal over a sheer cliff near the village, an unseen hunter in the treeline readied his bow and aimed at the galloping mass of black knights. The riders took to the air and rode towards the portal, as the arrow loosed and hurried towards them. The rider she saw in the mansion was hit by the arrow between his armour plates and fell towards the flowing river below. Washed down stream by the current, the elf was lucky that he hit a shallow part of the river and could crawl to shore. Bleeding and out of breath, the elf removed his grim helmet. That elf was unmistakably the elf she knew, Ard Gynvael. As her vision faded, only a few seconds had passed, Ard had rolled off her, but remained at her side and caressed her arm and belly, kissing her shoulder, 'That was wonderful.'
“Never heard of it, sounds nice.” Receiving his kiss, the warmth flooded her body. She couldn’t deny how turned on she got from his skill, even if it was wrong. “I’d love to see it though...maybe with me in it and with some rope.” She tried her best to emulate some flirting tactics she saw by the courtesans here, but her face quickly flushed at the implications of her own idea.
Trista put hands near fire to get warm herself, rubbing cold fingers. "Novigrad? Yes, I never seen secend city so large as Novigrad. It is pretty easy to get lost betheen 40 000 people living in city, not mention about visitors. Few temples, the biggest is Eternal Fire, mills, twenty diffrent traverns and inns, shops and merchants with wares from all world. Theatres, horse races, and many others entertaitments."
Varrin looked at Trista with interest, listening carefully. “So you've been there before, I take it. Any particular locations you would recommend we visit? And more importantly, any locations we should avoid? We've heard that it can be a dangerous place, especially for the unprepared. No need to get ourselves in trouble by visiting places we should have stayed away from.”
"Well, Novigrad half year ago, when I was the last time there, it split betheen three bandits gangs, one of Skurwiel Junior, secend King of leppers and last one some dwarf thugs. No offence Brogid. Where I was... Oh yes, so I recomend not walking on the street after night and awoid poorest districts of the city, if you are not afraid getting your teeth broken." She smile, like someone who tell joke. "From the more nice things I can recomended markets in the centrum, but be carefull for your coinbag, both merchants and thiefpokets will try to leave you bare. If you like paid for these things, Passiflora is the best brothel in the city, where you not catch some sickness and you not get robbed after evening. If you like playing Gwent, there are once per month champions for players with hight stakes in Passiflora too. City was build on elven ruins, so in the sewers you can find some relics, if you are able to deal with nekkers."
“I see... thank you for sharing. While things might have changed since you were last there, I'm sure at least part of what you told us will be of some use.” Varrin gave Trista a grateful smile. Then he decided to change the topic. “Our trip has been pretty uneventful so far. No bandits or monsters seen, thankfully. How was yours? Any trouble on the road?”
Lutz, observed the scene with interest, in no haste to break it. He would give the young man time, to fuck the priestess' mind out. He would wait for the man to tire the woman out. He would consider it the last pleasure/wish granted to the woman. With interest, he watched as the woman's back arched, her breasts emerged from the water, each time the pleasure rolled over her, then sunk back, as the man prolonged the 'agony' of pleasure.
She sees the young man in the courtyard, as the carriage pulls up to the mansion, already in his training gear, and with his wooden sword, making a few practice hits against a straw dummy.
The witch exhales sharply, seemingly not paying attention to Ard as he kisses her. "You," she finally says, "You're a rider of the Wild Hunt."
The thug chuckles at her suggestions. "I didn't think you'd be into that sort of thing, but if the lady insists..." He flashes her a wolfish grin. "I'd be more than happy to agree to your request."
"Not far, about a half hour away, by boat or by road." She shakes, teeth chattering as she tries to speak.
"I'm full of surprises." Getting close to him, she lightly rubbed her hands along his shoulders, slightly admiring his physique while internalizing her contempt. He was impressive physically....but that was about all she respected about him. Getting ready to leave with him, she briefly thought about the idea of being bought and sold to a shady criminal, forced to please him...there was traces of reluctant arousal, but she bite them back for now as she began to leave with him.
The young man starts slowly, relishing the task as he licks the priestess' cunt, provoking her first orgasm."Get up here and fuck me, now." The blue haired woman growls as she recovers. The young man obeys, lifting her up to the edge of the bath and spreading her legs, before hammering his cock inside of her. For what seems like hours, he continues to fuck the priestess from orgasm to orgasm, and finally she climaxes, squirting hard, as her eyes roll back into her head and she lies back, senseless, covered in cum.
"Sorry, but it'll have to be another day. I have work." He kisses her and gives her a purse of 50 crowns as a tip. "Till next time." He leaves, and as Danielle redresses, she hears a pounding on her door, before it opens without her having given permission. "M-Mother..." Alain stands in the doorway, gasping and sweaty from exertion. "F-Father's outside... The church... They've sent inquisitors after him."
"I'll be waiting." Forcing a smile, as he left, she inwardly cursed about the delay to their plans. It was short lived the time to focus on the issue as she heard another knock. "What? Now? Why? How many?" This was serious. Not to mention he hadn't really did anything wrong, but also they'd try attacking him. When he needed to defend him self seriously, he was no pushover, but the inquisition made a point of getting really good at hunting mages...this definitely was a real problem. Getting her whip sword, she got ready for action, not sure how much help she'd be, but trying to work herself up for a fight. She wasn't the strongest fighter herself...but...it wasn't long ago she made friends with someone who was. "Where is he now? How much time do we have? Do we have time to round up anyone? I'm not much of a fighter...but I do have a few friends on my side." Thinking about Gynnie, the elf would be a good help...but more importantly, her recently made friend. The troll. Not exactly the most communicative but he did promise to help her when she needed it.....though she wasn't sure if there would be any time to make the trip . If not, they'd just have to risk it without gathering up their numbers first.
Verena wastes no Time and takes one of The Boats, heading up The River, following the Noices of People in The Distance.
"T-Tonight... They're coming for him tonight, at midnight. One of the courtesans was with an inquisitor, and he mentioned it when he was getting dressed." Alain recovers slightly from his exhaustion, as Danielle does some quick calculations, judging that an attack at midnight gives her about half a day to prepare. Getting Gynnie is no problem, and collecting the troll and coming back with him would be doable in that time frame, though getting a monster through the city gates will take some convincing of the guards. "Father's out in the city somewhere. I looked for him, but I have no idea where he is. He has no way of knowing that they're after him..." Alain breathes.
