Mirella feels herself flushed with pleasure as Gunther reaches out to pinch one of her nipples through the fabric of her chest, while Ashton moves in to kiss the nape of her neck. "That was because you have certain needs, my dear." Gunther smiles as he touches her. "And we're both willing and able to accommodate them. Better us, than some slaver who manages to capture you, right?"
Trista started to cleaning mess on Selwyn torso, soap and water quicly become red. "My name is Trista and I managed to save Selwyn from bandits attack. I just was in the area." She turn around for servant. "Where is that medic?! We need him here right now!"
"Mmh!" Throwing her head back, as her sensitive nipples was pinched. Followed by her own son kissing her nape, Mirellia began to shudder with need. Her pussy once again aching to be filled, while Gunther spoke. "Haahn." The sexy milf could only let out a needy moan in reply, as she felt her flimsy panties grow damp.
"Hmm..." Lutz hummed as he grabbed her tits and hanged a small weight on each ring. It wasn't much, but it was noticeable. He then took a whip and struck her rear again. But this time stronger. The woman arched from pain, but the pleasure followed, shooting her. Then another followed, making her tits jump - the weights making it harder for her. "You still did not answer my question." Lutz said as he rolled the whip. He then started rubbing it against the woman's sex. "You have to choices. You will either tell me, and I will fuck you - or you won't, and you will experience first hand why bullwhip is not to be used on pussy."
Varrin watched Trista vanish from sight, then looked at his sister. “Well, I guess we are on our own for now. Hopefully the guy, whoever he is, lives – I'd hate to see Trista's efforts go to waste. In any case there's no point standing around waiting. What would you like to do? We could explore the city some more, or we could go back to the inn – I memorized the way.” He was fine with either option, so he left the choice to his sister.
'You are not getting away that easily,' Ard said and conjured up another ball of frost, launching it at the monster.
She holds the Edge of her Sharp Sword against his Throat. "Who did You look for?! Answer Me!" She says in a menacing tone.
The bearded man grumbles, but steps forward, removing his expensive tunic. "I was a medic in the Redanian army. Let me have a look at him. Get my tools!" He calls that last sentence to one of the servants. Heading to Selwyn, the man examines him. "Damn it. I told the boy not to mes with Whoreson..."
The two of them continue to caress her body, while Gunther explains. "When the job is done, and we return home, you'll divorce Wendel and marry me." Ashton begins to lift up her skirt. "To the world, you'll remain what you seem to be now, an elegant merchant's wife." Ashton grins. "But behind closed doors, you'll be our pet."
"F-Fine..." She moans and slumps forwards, exhausted. "I'll tell you... Just remember my offer..." She gasps, and after regaining her breath, begins to give Lutz a list of names and locations.
Isabella stares at her brother for a moment. "I think we should go back to the inn. We have a little unfinished business, I'd say."
The rusalka's legs are hit by the magic, as they begin to transform back into an aquatic tail, and the creature falls onto the muddy shore.
"S-some elf! I don't know the name!" The young man panics, sweating. "H-he pissed off the boss, that's all I know!"
“Yes, let's do that.” Varrin nodded in agreement, trying not to seem too eager, and led the way back to the inn.
Heading back to the inn, the bartender hands Varrin the keys to his room with a knowing smirk, and together the siblings head upstairs. As the door closes behind them, Isabella gives him a seductive grin.
Varrin returned the grin. “Well, here we are. Nice room... Say, do you know a spell that would prevent people from eavesdropping on us? Just in case...”
She chuckles. "Why? Do you expect that we'll be loud?" Her hands light up, indicating that she's cast a spell.
"If You want to life, You bring Me to this Elf right now, or I remove Your Limbs and leave You for The Drowners to feast on." She eyes him.
"That doesent help Your Situation in The slightest. Hmm let's start with Your left Leg" she rests the Blade against his Leg.
