Varrin shrugged. “Who knows? In any case it does not hurt to be a little cautious in a new city like this...” He replied as he started taking off his armor, figuring that he would not need it for the time being. “So... where were we before we got interrupted?”
Mirellia shudders, barely holding her moans back as they kept on teasing her. As Gunther lifts her skirt up, he'd see her erotic panties were already wet. Though the proud noblewoman was trying to resist, the two could see that her body was more than happy to accept such an arrangement.
"N-No, please! I don't know!" He cries out. "We know he came here to the swamps and went to one of the villages!"
"So You burn down one by one and kill Inncocents? You make me sick. Is that all You know?" She moves the Blade to his Throat.
“Go ahead, I am all yours, my lady.” Varrin gave Isabella a charming smile and let her work. (I have to stop here for now. Will be back in a few hours.)
Slipping under the table and between her legs, Ashton pulls aside his mother's panties and gets to work eating her out, tongue exploring her depths, as Gunher frees her breasts from her dress. "Gustav told me everything, my dear. All the things that turn you into a wanton whore, and we're going to do all of them to you." He chuckles. "The only difference between us and him, is that unlike witchers, we're able to breed you." He chuckles, squeezing her tits.
"I-I can describe him!" He gives her a description of the elf's physical appearance, the description reminding her of the elf she saw in the village, the one who asked her about the Wild Hunt. "P-Please, I gave you what you want! Let me go!"
She pulls his cock from his trousers, expertly massaging the length with both hands. "The problem is, I promised Madeline that I'd let her have you first..."
"Haahn. N-no." Mirellia muttered weakly, as her son moved inbetween her legs. And as he pulled her panties aside, he'd see her dripping wet, pink pussy eagerly waiting for whatever he planned to do. Which became apparant, as he ate her out. Her juices filling his mouth, "Nnh... haahn. Aahn!" The sexy milf leaned back on her chair, as Gunther freed her breasts, causing her large tits to sway. And as soon as he squeezed, Mirellia shuddered. "Hyaaahn!" Squirting right into Ashton's mouth. Letting them know that whatever things the witch hunter did to her, has caused her to be more receptive to pleasure.
Ashton greedily laps at her juices, loving the way she tastes, while Gunther begins to suckle at her nipples. "Mmmh", the old man grins, coming up for air. "Tell me, of all the depraved things your lover did to you, which was your favourite?"
With Ashton's continued licking, and Gunther's sudden sucking on her sensitivie nipples. Mirellia shuddered, her orgasm prolonging itself, until it stretches into a second one. Causing her mind to grow cloudy, "I-it was when he trained my assss." She mewled as her second climax washes over her.
Trista make a room for medic near Selwyn. Medics who served in the army, in Trista opinion, have more experience than common medics so it is good news. "Do you need anything to help him? I sometimes helped medic in operation, so just tell me." She said keeping in the fact, of Selwyn getting involved in the Whoreson Junior way's, what always lead to trouble.
Gunther pulls Mirellia up out of her chair, knocking over the piece of furniture, and forces her to lean forward over the dining table. Removing his trousers, he presses forwards, easing his cock into her ass. "Consider it a wedding gift." He laughs. From below the table, Ashton moves his mouth away, instead electing to finger fuck her pussy.
"Can you use your witcher spells to calm him down?" As the man gets to work, Selwyn begins to toss and turn in pain.
Trista rise eyebrown, she didn't tell him that she is witcheress but maybe he noticed her cat eyes. She make Axii spell on Selwyn. " Calm down young men. It will be all right, pain doesn't matter." She said to give spell stronger effect as she hold him by shoulders.
The young man calms, and after a half hour or so, they finish up and he falls asleep. Washing his hands, the bearded man backs away. "From now, he just needs to rest. So, witcher. Did you just do this out of the goodness of your heart, or do you expect a reward?"
"Mmh." Moaning as she's manhandled, Mirellia placesnher hands on the table. Obediently presenting her ass, while her pussy juice trails down onto the tops of her stockings. She shuddered as she felt his cock enter her asshole, which to his surprise easily accepts his intrusion. And with her son's fingers attacking her pussy, both her holes cling tightly to their intruders. "Haaahn." While Mirellia moans, her stocking-clad legs quivering as she feels another orgasm build up.
Trista washed her hands too. "In first hand I help him because it is something what it should be done, but I won't hidde, some paid sounds fair. After all, looking where he living I think he will be able to thank me for his life." She said and rise her eyebrown. "You tell me, that Selwyn messed with Whoreson Junior? Do you know anything more about this?"
