Trista wrap arms across her cheast, thinking about offert. "You want to replace this... what ever it is and you need service of witcher? You must know that witchers aren't the best for sneaking, spy and stealing mission, so I guess my task will be to clear way for these two. Clear by monsters I guess?"
"Freeze?" The farmer leads Ard and his lover to a small cart, signalling for them to follow after slumping some sacks down into it. "If the water were to freeze, sure, the thing'd probably come out. How would we do that, though? It's not cold enough."
"Exactly. Make sure they get to their destination and obtain the object, and you'll be handsomely rewarded." He smiles, looking at both Trista and Varrin. "Deal?"
“Sounds good to me.” Varrin nodded despite his misgivings about the mage. I'm not convinced this guy can be trusted, but we do need to find the item, and having some help will be nice.
"Still pretending?" He chuckles. "No need to hide what you are, love. We both know that you want nothing more than this. Still, if you're going to be disobedient, I have to punish you." He walks to his desk. Rummaging around, she sees him extract a third, vicious looking clamp, and a cat o' nine tails. The clamp is placed on Mirellia's clit, while Menge strikes her breasts, his implement not breaking the skin, but still inflicting a huge amount of pleasure and pain. As he strikes the final blow, he looks at her. "Now, are you going to do as you've been told?"
"Very well. You'll find the item you're looking for in Novigrad, in the casino of Sigi Reuven. I'll warn you that you're not the only one hunting for the object." He smiles mirthlessly.
Seeing the third clamp, Mirellia's eyes widen as she tightly presses her thighs together in a desperate attempt to deny Menge. But once the whip lands on her breasts, "Gaahan!" The sexy milf couldn't help but throw her head back, her control over her body loosening enough for him to snake inbetween her breasts, and attach the clamp on her sensitive nub. "Ghhiiinnn!" Mirellia's eyes rolled into her head, squirting once more as her consciousness almost slips away. The sexy milf breathes heavily, shuddering as she replies. "Yessss..."
Menge grips her hair. "Now, now, don't pass out on me." Returning to her senses, Mirellia feels the fat head of his cock pressing against her lips and into her mouth, salty taste filling her senses, before he gives her clamps a good tug.
Trista chuckled for words 'handsomely rewarded'. "Before I agree, I want to know to who egzacly it will be robbery and how much coins you are going to pay. Handsome reward is not too specific words for me."
"Fair." He nods. "You're robbing Sigi Reuven, a Novigrad crime lord. The pay will be 5000 crowns, or the equivalent in florens, with 1000 in advance."
"Nnh!" Moaning as the clamps were pulled, and with the salty taste filling her mouth, the sexy milf's hazy mind makes her open her mouth. Giving the witch hunter's cock a lick, before allowing it to slip past her plump lips, right into her warm, moist mouth. "Mmh." Mirellia moans, as she gently bobs her head up, and down his length.
The witch hunter lets out a moan as his captive sucks his sick, chortling and putting a hand on her head to force her a little deeper. "Look at the haughty little noble now. You might have a title, but you're a bigger slut than the filthiest street whore."
Trista gasp as she hear who they are going to robbery. Sigi Reuven is one of the most dangerous men in the Novigrad or ewen in the whole north. He isn't someone who is stupid or overconfident, he is really good in what he doing. But on other hand, reward... "Alright, but I want also have place on ship to Skelige after work, to get as far as possible from him to not be in area when he find out about replace. So, I guess you know some secret tunel to his house, because frontal assault isn't option. What kind monsters live down there? Common nekkers and drowners shouldn't give too much trouble. "
"Oh?" Lutz raised an eyebrow. He then moved his hand between the woman's tights and started fingering her mercilesly. "I am listening."
"Gghhk! Gghhhhmm..." Mirellia was caught by surprise as he suddenly forces her head down his length. But to his surprise... or maybe not, he'd fail to find any resistance as his cock slips down her throat. The sexy milf's moans making her throat vibrate on his cock, while her tongue actively licks the underside of his meat pole.
"You're well informed." The mage chuckles. "You're right, though, a frontal assault is out of the question, so you'll be going in through the sewers. I don't think there'll be anything but common monsters down there, but there are many of them. They thrive beneath Novigrad, on the corpses and trash dumped by the city above."
"I'll-" she lets out a shrill moan, "I'll give you t-the information you want..." He feels her approaching orgasm. "Afterwards, you'll let me go, and I'll get you w-work with the inquisition... W-We'd pay well for s-someone so s-skilled..."
With Mirellia licking and moaning on his dick, it doesn't take much to set Menge off, the sadist erupting in her mouth. Breathing heavily as he pumps the last of his salty cum down her throat, Menge pulls back, wiping his cock on her face dismissively. Tucking his short but fat length back into his trousers, he grins at the noble milf. "I can't decide whether to make you my personal whore, or give you to the garrison as a communal plaything. For the moment, you can stay in the dungeons." He calls out, and two guardsmen enter the room, leering at Mirellia's exposed chest and pussy. "Take her to a cell, and make sure she's comfortable." The guards grin, and move to Mirellia's chair, undoing the shackles.
Trista nod for that. " Alright, show the money and we have a deal. " She said and put sword on her back.
The mage fishes in his pack, tossing the Witcher a purse filled with coins. Counting them, she sees that there's a thousand crowns as promised. "You'll get the rest on completion. Don't worry, I'll be able to find you when you're done, and I'll have a ship ready."
