Trista didn't run after them, there is no point in Novigrad, with so much covers and hidding. She go to wounded nobleman, to check how badly he is hurt. "Hey, sir! Can you hear me? Where they got you?" She asked and if he pass out, she check if he still breathing and look for wounds.
The bandits are clearly experienced in running away from battle, splitting up in multiple directions, so she's unable to get them all. She manages to cut down a few, though, and one younger man trips and falls as he runs, raising his arms in surrender.
The noble stirs, moaning weakly. Blood pours from two stab wounds in his stomach. "N-no... Damn..." He breathes. "Whoreson..."
Trista curse. Stabs in stomach is really shity wound, it will be necessary to find medic or mage. She take bandages and use them to stop bleeding but without expert help that men won't hold up too long. "How far away are your home from there? I can take you there or find some medic." She said as she drag him, calling Isabella to help her. But Trista know, to find good medic is really rare in Novigrad, since witch hunters didn't see difference between mages and doctors.
{sorry, I seem to have missed that post} "Promises like that have no basis." Lutz said as he excited her more, fingering her, sucking her nipple. When it was erect, he prepared to pierce it. "and I am still not hearing what I want to hear."
The man cries out in pain as Trista drags him, and Isabella enters the alley. Kneeling beside him, the sorceress gets to work, while the noble tries to answer the question. "M-My home... Ugh!... Next to... The N-Nilfgaardian embassy..." Isabella looks up. "I've stopped his bleeding, but I can't fix the internal damage, not here in an alleyway.
Trista take him to carry on piggyback, to move faster. " Nilfgaardian embassy? What such important guy like you, doing alone here? By the way, my name is Trista and yours?" She asked him and run to rich district, leading party to place what she knowing pretty well how to get there. "Hold on noble boy, it is not far away." She said to him.
(No problem. I had the same issue) "Wait..." She cries out. "This is w-what the church does... We always need people like you! It'd be a w-win-win!"
@moonblack Varrin sees Trista run off, a wounded man on her back. The man cries out in pain, but wraps his arms around Trista's waist. "L-Long...story. M-My name is..." He cries out, leading people on the street to give concerned looks. "Selwyn." He slumps forwards. It takes several minutes for Trista to reach the distract, heading to the embassy. Luckily, there's only one house next to the embassy, so she sees where she's meant to go. Two guards wielding halberds spot Trista and Selwyn, and come running.
"Hmm?" Mirellia raised an eyebrow as they moved to her side, "If you think I need emotional support, you can save it for someone else." She replied, as she washes down her meal with a drink of water.
"You misunderstand me, dear." Gunther shakes his head. Looking at each other, and then at her, the two men reach out to touch Mirellia's thighs. "We've come to a decision about your future."
Trista get a cold, commanding voice as she run. "Hey, you two! Your master is wounded, so one of you call the best medic in the city and other one make place on the table for him. Hurry up guys!" Without waiting for them, she go to enter to house, to prepare Selwyn for operation.
{Ah, I thought you dropped out because of 'reasons'} "Oh, and you would not take revenge? And what guarantee I have you will keep that word? You think me a fool?" He asked as he quickly moved his fingers, stimulating the inquisitor's pussy, easily bringing her over the edge. A moment later, he pierced her other nipple and put a ring in it. Still riding her orgasm, the pain was muffled by pleasure, only giving her more stimulation. And that was Lutz's target - to mix both of those feelings and make her addicted to it. As she was still shaking with pleasure. Lutz grabbed a whip and struck her ass once, bringing her back to the present. "And don't think I did not notice, your delaying tactics." He said as he struck her breasts with a whip. He continued whipping her, landing strikes on her ass, tights, back, belly and breasts - all painful but also stimulating. Mixing pleasure and pain, driving the woman insane... making her crave for more.
"What then?" Mirellia sighed, giving him her usual cold gaze. But as soon as they grabbed her thighs, forcing her to spread her legs within her dress. "What is the meaning of this!" She growled, despite blushing ever so slightly.
Surprised, the two men eventually do as she orders. They find room for him on the kitchen table, clearing it. "T-Thank...you..." Selwyn breathes softly.
(Nah, I didn't see your post, and kind of forgot.) The priestess cries out in pleasure and pain, her juices squirting out from between her legs. "Aiiii! F-Fuck! I s-swear not to seek vengeance. It's...just business... I understand."
Trista take her knive and without hesitation cut off expensive clothes on Selwyn torso, to make room for wound. "You are welcome. Try to not pass out okay? I will feel bad if all my efforts go gone for dead men." She joked and look at servant. "Bring me warm water and soap, we need to clean him of blood. And more light, doctor have to see what he cutting. And bottle of brandy, the best what you have in the basement."
The two stroke and caress her thighs, while looking at her intently. "You know the state you were in when I found you, mother. You were begging to be fucked. Begging."
"That... that was because, nnh." The sexy milf shuddered as they began to caress her, her still heightened sensitivity causing her to quickly grow aroused. "S-stop this at... mmh. once." She tried to keep her composure, but they'll notice how much she struggled to do so.
The servants, a group of elves, get to work. A bearded man descends into the kitchen, maybe forty years of age, with a grumpy expression. "What's going on here? Who the hell are you?"
