Heading inside the inn, they find the rotund dwarf behind the bar, drinking with some rough looking humans. "My turn! You're gonna be flat on your ass, little man!" A bandit declares confidently, before taking another shot of vodka, and passing out. Brosca chuckles as he wins the drinking game, and looks up to see his new customers. "Ah, Trista! I was startin' to miss you, lass! And who are your companions?" He looks to Varrin.
"The pretence has fallen away entirely, eh?" Menge chuckles, looking up at her. "I was tempted to keep you here, but the price that's being offered is fantastic. Someone wants you dearly. Got some enemies, have you?" He smirks, reaching up to stroke her cheek. "Not that it matters any more." Menge pulls away as a voice shouts out. "Buyers've arrived, boss!"
“Hello, good sir. Nice to meet you. We are travelers visiting the city and in need of a place to stay while here.” Varrin greeted the dwarf with a friendly smile. “We met Trista on the road and traveled together for a bit. She recommended your place.”
"Nnnh." Letting out a whimper as he touches her, her pussy aching even more from the physical contact. But as soon as she heard that her buyer has arrived, Mirellia felt her heart skip a beat. Her juices beginning to leak out of her cunt in excitement.
@Regin34 "And for good reason!" The dwarf gives a prideful laugh. "We have the best vodka from here to Nilfgaard! So, you're wanting a room? No problem, but we're a bit full, so some of you will have to share.
Menage chuckles at her reaction, as Mirellia hears footsteps echoing down the corridor. Coming into view slowly, three men walk into the cell, Mirellia's foggy mind struggling to recognise them. After a few moments, the blur ends, and she starts to discern their faces. In front stands an obese man in the robes of a high ranking clergyman, who picks his lips as he observes Mirellia. Next to him stands... Ashton? Mirellia's son stands next to the priest, dressed in expensive clothing. Subtly, he raises a finger to his mouth to indicate quiet. On the other side of the priest stands Caster, in his regular clothes, posing as the priest's servant. "Mmmh..." The priest reaches out to touch Mirellia's breasts. "I think I'll take her."
Realizing who had come to buy her, Mirellia's fogged mind barely cared that her son could see her current state. The sexy milf could only pant, like a bitch in heat as her arousal refused to go down. She could only hope that they manage to outbid the obese man.
Menage grins readily, eager to make the sale, but Ashton looks at Mirellia dismissively. "She's so sex hungry that I'm not sure she'll be good for anything else, but if you want her, your excellency." He nods to the priest, and then to Menge. "20,000 crowns. My servants will deliver you the cash momentarily." Menge nods happily. "Very well. I'll just go verify everything. In the meantime, feel free to get acquainted with your new purchase." The hunter turns and leaves Mirellia alone in her cell with the three men. Ashton moves forwards. "Mother!" He calls softly. "Are you alright? We're here to rescue you!" The priests hands glow red, and he grabs the chain connecting the milf's shackles, the metal beginning to sizzle and melt.
"Ash...ton." Mirellia said in a weak tone as she collapses on the puddle of her own juices. Though deep inside, she was a little disappointed that the obese priest was actually with them. But, as she realized she was safe, the sexy milf's fatigue crashes down on her. Causing her to pass out in her son's arms... but before she fell asleep, "Gwyhyr..." A single word escaped her lips, hoping they'd at least retrieve the family heirloom... and her armor if possible.
Mirellia awakens, still in the cell, lying on her back. "Mother, we have to go!" Shouts and hurried footsteps sound from the corridor. He passes Gwyhyr into her hands, and she can see the discarded pieces of her armour still on the floor where they were dumped after she was stripped, minus the breastplate. "Can you walk?" He lifts her up, and she notices blood on his hands.
"Nnh... wha?" Mirellia's eyes flutter open, realizing they had done something dire. She musters the last of her strength, barely able to keep herself up. "Y-yes... but I don't think I can fight as well as I usually do." She replied, putting on what's left of her armor, though without the breastplate, her large tits were bare for anyone to see.
"Try to stick behind us, then." He stands in front of her protectively. A door opens, and men storm into the room, a group of guards, and in front of them a man that looks exactly like the priest who "bought" her. "There! An imposter! It's an escape attempt!" The real priest points at the fake, and the guards move forwards to attack. (Sorry if that's a bit incoherent.)
Mirellia nods as she follows them, only to have the witch hunters arrive. But the most surprising part was another priest, who looked exactly like her new "owner." The sexy milf was confused, "What... what's going on?" She said in disbelief, as she attempts to help take care of the guards.
Trista smile and chuckled. " Sure, I will take room with Gustav, he is a witcher too as I. Varrin and Isabella will take secend room. Ignazy and dwarf will take thrid." She said and take a sit near the table. "What do you in menu today, Brosca?"
As the guards engage, one of them comes at Mirellia. Not wanting to damage what he views as property, he moves to snatch Gwyhyr out of her hand and press her against the wall.
Taking note of his intention of not harming her body, Mirellia pretends to be powerful. Before running her blade through his stomach at the last moment.
Brosca makes a note of the room situation, and gestures for her to sit. "For food it's the usual, plenty of meat. For drinks, I've got vodka, ale, mead, wine, whatever you want."
Unprepared, the guard doesn't even notice the blade entering his body for a few moments, until he looks down and sees red, falling backwards. Looking up, Mirellia sees the fake priest setting a guard aflame, while Ashton stabs one and Caster kills another with his crossbow. For a moment, the hallway is clear, the real priest running away, and Ashton checks to see if his mother is wounded, though his hands touching her still sensitive body has unintended consequences.
"For me, ale and stew." Triste make hersefl comfortable on the sit and sigh. When Brosca return with her food, she asked him. "Tell me, anything intresting happen in Novigrad since last time I was here? Temple of Eternal Fire maybe calm down a little or gangs make some order betheen themself? "
"Haahn... I-I'm fine, lets go." Letting out a surprised moan as her son touches her, her pussy quivering as it begged for attention. While Mirellia was barely able to keep herself from masturbating, she decided it was better to escape for now.
