Ard wiped the blood off his sword before he sheathed it. Looking to Abigail, he smiled,' Thanks for the help. Nasty creature.' He looked around for their guide and said, 'Shall we continue?'
“It does...” Varrin agreed with a groan, enjoying both the service he was receiving and the sight of his sister kneeling – it was not something one saw often. Isabella seemed to know what she was doing and did not need any help or instructions, so he let her do as she wanted and enjoyed her skilled assault on his cock, letting out more groans of pleasure.
Gustav grins, approaching the bed. "I'd almost given up hope." He leans down and captures her mouth with his, kissing her passionately.
"No, I was mainly asking because it might not be time for the interview yet." Mirellia sighed as she begins to strip, revealing her erotic lingerie to the redhead. "So then, what will you be doing?" She asked as she puts on the dancer's outfit on top of her underwear, hiding her stiletto dagger in the skirt.
It takes a little while for the young man to find his rthym, but soon he's licking her pussy and stroking her clit well enough to make her very wet indeed, prompting moans out of her mouth unbidden. Reaching upwards as he licks, he slides his hands under her shirt and begins to caress her breasts. "So good." He breathes briefly in between licks.
"No problem." Abigail nods. Looking around, Are spots that the guide has fled in panic. Luckily, though, a rowboat has been left on the shore, allowing pilgrims and travelers to cross the the Lady's island.
She looks down to him "This was supposed to be punishment. But if You enjoy it so much then be My Guest..."
Though in a traditionally submissive position, Isabella proves to be anything but, pressing her brother against the wall and deep-throating his cock mercilessly, caressing and squeezing his balls roughly, though always with care not to harm him. Occasionally he sees light from her palms, and feels waves of magic induced sensitivity that makes her ministrations simply mind blowing in their intensity. Looking downwards, he gets a good look at her cleavage in the tight dress, the sorceress as busty as all the women in her family, and possibly slightly more so due to magic.
'Too much for his faint heart? No matter, he probably wouldn't come with us anyway,' Ard helped Abigail into the boat, before he pushed it from the shore and climbed in himself. Taking the oars, he started to row the boat towards the island.
"Oh, me?" The redhead looks with some interest, though she doesn't leer like most men would. "I have my own job. I've got to get one of the gangsters to bring me close to the vault."
“Issie... that feels incredible... If you keep it up... I won't last much longer...” Varrin managed to warn his sister between gasps, groans and moans of pleasure. She was better than he had expected, and with her magic heightening his pleasure he would not be able to hold back for much longer despite his best efforts. The sight of her impressive cleavage really wasn't helping, either.
"No, we had no deal my darling. Now, let us see if your testimony holds in the next couple of hours..." Lutz said as he continued interrogating the woman for next couple of hours, every now and then asking for the list and competing to the list he was given earlier.
"I see. That sounds troubling." Mirellia replied as she finishes putting on the "dress," and hiding her dagger. "Alright, I'm ready." She sighed, letting her bundled up hair, loose.
In response, he takes his hands briefly from her breasts to slip them around her legs, pulling her forwards on the chair and allowing his tongue to get even deeper in her pussy. Verena feels herself flush, and knows instinctively that she'll soon be coming to an orgasm. The young man might not have the skills of an courtesan, but he's clearly better at this than the average man she's been with.
Abigail hops in beside him, and together they cross the small body of water to the centre of the lake. Stepping on shore, he can't help but note that it's simply better here than in the rest of the swamp. The air is warmer and cleaner to breathe, the leaves on the trees are green instead of brown, and it even seems slightly brighter than it did on the other side of the lake. Heading through the trees, he comes across a pond perfectly in the centre of the island.
The Witchers yellow Eyes rolls back while her Mouth opens with a loud shout as She orgasms, her juices filling The Mans mouth and flowing down his Lips and Chin. She breaths fast and hard, comming slowly down from her Orgasm.
She pulls back, his dick leaving her mouth, though a string of saliva continues to connect them. Looking upwards, she gives a triumphant grin, clearly pleased at the power she has over her brother. "Oh dear..." She murmurs with a smirk. "Have I exhausted you already? Well, I could make you burst right here and now, or we could take a little break and have you pleasure me. Or..." She looks deviously up at him, "There's something else I could do to you." He remembers the way she used her magic on him the day he peeked on Madeline to keep him from orgasming, the way it felt immensely pleasurable, but also held an element of torture.
Though there are a few false positives she managed to add, for the most part the priestess was truthful, and the fake answers are replaced by the truth with little effort. Finally, she hangs limply, barely conscious, and Lutz feels more than confident that he has the list, correct and complete.
