An elderly man in an expensive doublet answers. "I should think so. The swampers believe in all sorts of crackpot religions. Anders!" He calls out to one of the 'swampers', a man in mud covered clothes with short brown hair. Anders approaches. "You follow the lady, don't you?" Anders nods. "Aye, I do. Why, you interested in the good word?" The merchant simply laughs in response, and points Anders to Ard and Abigail.
"Nnhhhhh!" Letting out a sharp, yet muffled moan as the hot wax drips on her sensitive nubs. Mirellia shudders from the perverse pleasure she's feeling, especially as he rips open her lower body armor. Revealling her slightly see-through panties, and letting her erotic scent fill the room. "Hhahn... e-even if you did torture me, I won't tell you anything." She said in defiance, despite the fact that she was already breathing deeply.
'Thank you,' Ard nodded to the well-off man, before he turned to the 'swamper'. He said, 'Indeed I am interested, in fact, I'd like to visit her island.'
"Oh, so you are one of these guys right?" Trista made relaxed pose, but she have no doubts. That mage come here prepared and fighting with him would be realy dangrous. "So, you know already my name, but I didn't hear yours. Would you like to introduce yourself, like civilsation men doing?"
Varrin feels a soothing sensation course through his body, lowering his arousal to a manageable level, probably due to the way Isabella is waving her arm around. "Would that be the lovely Isabella back there?" The mage calls out. Varrin sees his sister stiffen up at the sound of her name.
"My name is Ernest De Cavolla, apprentice to the sorcerer Vortigern." He smiles. "The woman you butchered in that in worked for me."
"She speaks defiance, but moans every time I touch her." Menge walks to his desk, pulling out a pair of clamps. "She claims to be a lady, but wears the undergarments of a whore." He attaches the clamps to her nipples, the pieces of metal squeezing down hard. "I couldn't break you, Feldonna. You've already been broken." He kneels between her legs, grabbing the candle. Pulling aside her panties, he laps up her juices, before letting the hot wax fall into her clit, flooding her senses with pain and pleasure.
“I get the feeling this guy is just playing with us...” Varrin mumbled loud enough for his sister to hear as he gazed at the unknown mage. For now he chose to watch and wait. “A sorceress' apprentice?” Varrin gave his sister a questioning look, waiting to see if she was familiar with the names.
"I see." Anders nods. "Well, I can take you to her island. No guarantee that she'll be willing to see you. You might stand about for hours for nothing. The only problem is that there's a monster in the water. You willing to fight to get to the Lady?"
Isabella nods. "I don't know this man, but I've heard of Vortigern. He's one of the greatest sorcerers of all the North. No idea if he's actually an apprentice though, or just using the name for clout."
Trista look at kikimore and smile ugly. "So I guess you didn't come here for revenge, because it would be much easier just attack us right? No, you are talking with us, so you are going to give to us proposal what we can't refuse." She said.
Hearing his words, Mirellia looks away in shame. Only to fail and notice the clamps he retrieved, and soon attaches to her erect teats. "Nghiii!" The sharp sensation causes her to squeal, and thanks to her holding herself back, she barely kept herself from cumming. But as he moved inbetween her stocking-clad legs, "N-no, stay ba-aaahn!" Mirellia moaned as he licked her juices, letting him taste the delicious flavor of a noble. And as soon as the wax dripped on her clit, "Haaaahn!" The sexy milf shuddered, squirting right in front of Menge.
'A monster? So nobody has visited her in while if that beast blocks the way?' Ard raised an eyebrow, 'What kind of creature are we talking about here?'
“Well, regardless of whether he is telling the truth or just using the name he seems dangerous enough, but not in a hurry to attack, so let's hear what he has to say.”
The mage smiles. "I can't say you're wrong. I cared nothing for the innkeeper besides the money she was giving me, so revenge is pointless. Instead, I'll make use of your skills." The mage points to Varrin and Isabella. "You're looking for something, am I right?" He fishes into his pocket, holding up a jet black sphere of smooth rock. "It looks exactly like this. In exchange for telling you what to look for, I simply want you to replace the real thing with this imitation." He tosses the sphere to Barron. "You can keep the real sphere. I'm just interested in you putting the fake in it's place." He turns back to Trista. "I'd like you to aid them in this task. I'll pay you for the effort, in crowns or florens."
Menge laps up her juices greedily as she squirts before standing, reaching up and pulling at her nipple clamps for leverage to propel him up to his feet. "You've been fantasising about this situation, haven't you? To be trapped with no way out." He unlaces his trousers to reveal a short but incredibly thick cock about the width of her wrist. He quickly grows erect, dick pressing against her upper lip, with his musky scent rising up into her nostrils. "Get to work."
"A few days." He nods. "We're not sure what it is. It stays in the water and pulls people from their boats, but it's bigger than a drowner." He frowns. "A worshipper was dragged out of his boat, and then two warriors who went hunting for the creature. A few people watched from the shore, but they didn't get a good look because there was fog that day.
'Hmm, it would be better to somehow lure it on land, can't really fight from a small boat, whatever it is would just tip it over,' Ard said, 'Although... what if the lake was to freeze over?'
He sure knows a lot... Varrin caught the black sphere and examined it. “We can do that...” Was his only reply as he looked from the sphere to his sister and then back. He waited to hear Trista's answer to the man's words.
"Nnnhh!" Mirellia bit her lip to keep herself from moaning, but as soon as he tugged on the clamps. "Gaaahn!" A moan from a mixture of pain and pleasure escaped her lips, while her pussy continued to leak out more of her delicious juices. But as Menge revealed his cock, making her inhale his musk. He'd notice the milf take a few deep breaths, before turning her head away. "Get that filthy thing... away from me." She growled, still denying to let the deeply hidden side of her loose.
