"Well, it look like we will have to sleep with that. Varrin, what egzacly that thing is so special, that you want to risk with Novigrad gangs?
"That sounds like a good Suggestion. But You killed innocents. How about You try that on someone who is not defenceless?" Her eyes spark and She charges the next closest bandits and attack with her Sword with incredible speed.
Isabella looks to him, shaking her head seriously. "And tonight was going so pleasantly... I don't trust him, but we have no other leads for saving Maddie." She sighs.
"Since when does a Witcher care abou-" The lead bandit is cut off as Verena springs forth. He tries to defend himself, but can't move fast enough, and her sword slashes through his stomach. As he falls, however, she's surrounded by bandits on thee sides.
"Nnh!" Letting out a muffled moan as her sensitive, still erect nipple was toyed with. "G-get your hands off of me, you filth!" Mirellia tries to glare at him, but with her flushed cheeks, her appearance was far from frightening.
The thin developing layer of ice cracks, and a shape emerges from the cold water, as Abigail readies herself beside Ard, flames leaping into her hands. The out of the water comes a feminine shape. As its aquatic tail transforms into a pair of legs, it leaps to the shore, beckoning the elf towards it, and for a moment of madness, Ard feels his feet moving without his consent, before he regains control. The monster, a rusalka, grins seductively at Ard, and begins to approach.
“Indeed...” Varrin agreed with a sigh of his own. It was hard to tell which part of Isabella's words he was referring to – perhaps both... “To cut a long story short, it's required to locate a missing person important to us. Admittedly, we did not know we would have to get involved with the criminals of Novigrad – but it changes nothing.” Varrin shrugged. As far as he could tell they really did not have any other options.
"Don't worry 'bout us, my lady," the guard groping her breasts says mockingly, "the boss said to make you comfortable, and we're good about out jobs, after all." There's a stinging pain as the second man strikes her ass with a wooden paddle.
Ard shook his head and steeled his nerves, he wasn't going to be charmed by the creature. He held his sword at arms length, ready to strike if she approached to closely. He narrowed his eyes at the aquatic monster and spoke in the elder tongue, »Stay where you are, Rusalka. Why do you haunt the the Lady's lake and prey on her worshippers?«
Trista put coin bag in her saddle pack and nod. "Alright, I understand. It must be important person if you willing to risk so many to save that person. " She look at the fire and sit near. "I suggest to get some sleep, tomorrow we will reach Novigrad and begin our quest. But remeber, in Novigrad, walls have ears so better not talk too much about our task."
"I will Kill every Single one of You. The only Chance You have is Running and Hoping that I won't get all of You"
"Hhn... mmhn." Mirellia bites her lips to muffle her moans, as the guard begins to grope her. The sexy milf's pussy once more begins to leak out her delicious nectar, which soon trails down her thighs, onto the tops of her stockings. And as the second man spanks her, "Haaahn!" Mirellia's eyes widen as a sudden surge of pleasure jolts up her spine, causing her to let out an erotic moan.
“We'll keep that in mind, thank you, Trista. And yes, we should get some sleep – before someone else decides to come and give us a task.” Varrin tried joking, then covered his mouth with one hand and let out a yawn. “Yep, definitely time to get some sleep.”
The rest of the night is uneventful, and the party awakens the next morning, the walls of Novigrad visible in the distance.
The remaining seven of them step forwards, cautiously. "You think we'll let you go, after you killed two of us?"
The creature chuckles and responds in the same language. "Why, I'm here because there's plentiful prey to feast on." She looks him up and down appraisingly.
She smiles and quickly chops another ones Head off with a Fast Swing. "Three....who wants to be Number Four?"
The men continue to toy with her body, though they never fuck her. The sexual torture goes on for hours or days, it's an impossible to tell in a windowless dungeon, Mirellia's captors taking turns driving her crazy with lust. Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Menge enters the cell, grinning. "Enjoying yourself, my lady?"
