Trista kiss him back, because why not? She have her own needs, why than not take some pleasure? She let him take lead, at least for now. Witcheress break the kiss and bushes. "Come, attack wolf!" She whispered. "
Varrin let out a groan of disappointment when Isabella stopped what she was doing. “Exhausted me? Of course not! You don't really think I would be spent after cumming just once, do you?” He gave her a mock hurt look. “Still, let's not rush things. I'm curious what this 'something else' is... after that I could return the favor and pleasure you...”
'What an enchanting place, in the middle of misery,' Ard looked around the sights and sounds of the centre island. Coming to the pond, he looked around and then to Abigail, 'A lake within a lake, I would imagine this is the place. Hmm, perhaps we should have asked that man if there was some kind of ritual or procedure to this.'
She's led through the brothel into a back room, where a moustachioed man in flashy clothing is tied to a chair, a gag in his mouth. Next to him, a man identical to him stands, smiling and bowing to Mirellia. "Ah, you're ready! Shall we go?" The Doppler offers his arm, and together they head out towards the casino. As they walk through the streets, the Doppler looks over to her, as bystanders gawk at her revealing clothing. "I apologise for the other day, the way I touched you. It seemed necessary to sell the act." She gets the sense that he's talking about the time he posed as the priest and groped her in the witch hunter dungeon.
Gustav smirks, and then is on her, pulling away her armour and clothing. In a flash, she lies naked on the bed before her fellow Witcher, who positions himself atop her, groping her body in ways that make her tremble. "Attack? As you command, then." He quickly strips himself, standing naked before her, and she gets to see him in his entirely. Like her, his body is muscled and scarred, but between his legs, lies a member that is, to put it lightly, huge. Despite his prior boasting, it seems that he wasn't lying about his length, and for a moment she wonders if she can even take it. The Witcher reaches down, stroking her pussy brilliantly until she's drenched, at which point, Gustav rubs his cock along her entrance. "Ready?" He grins. (Sorry, I don't think I did a good job on this post.)
As they walked through the streets, Mirellia blushes as she hope no one remembers her face. And as the doppler spoke, she shakes her head. "Don't worry about it. If you didn't do what you did, those witch hunters might have gotten suspicious... a lot faster." She replied, "Anyway, tell me about this enchantress we're meeting. You should have that man's memories, yes?" She asked, recalling the lessons Gustav thought her about monsters. And how dopplers copy even a person's skills, and memories.
She chuckles. "No need to get offended. A lot of guys are one and done..." The sorceress grins up at him teasingly. "Oh, you want to see what I have in store?" She reaches up to caress his cock, light emanating from her palm, and it stands up rock hard. Cock jutting up as hard as it ever has before, Varrin feels imbued with energy, as though he could fuck for literally days on end, though without the ability to cum, that could be less pleasant than it sounds.
"If she's really a god, then surely she already knows we're here." Abigail shrugs, picking up a stone and throwing it at the water. The rock skips across the surface, and skips again, and again, and then comes to a stop atop the liquid, as if it were a solid surface. "Okay, that's actually impressive." Abigail concedes.
'Interesting, it does not look like ice... yet it is solid,' Ard looked at the water surface and probingly placed his foot upon it, seeing if it will hold his weight. If it did, he stepped onto the small pond's surface and slowly walked to the centre.
He nods. "Yes, she seems rather playful and eccentric, though I don't know how much of that is just showmanship. I don't know how much she'd be able to do in combat, but she is a skilled mage."
"I see. So I just better take care of her, before she manages to cast a spell then." Mirellia sighed, as she kept on following the doppler. While avoiding eye contact with the many people staring at her.
“Well, that's certainly a useful spell you've got there, Issie... Now, what would you like to do next? Hopefully something fun for both of us...” Varrin decided to let his sister take the lead for now.
(No, I think it was a good description. I'm bad with sex scene too, so don't worry about it) Trista gasp as Gustav striped her of armour and clothes, what was impressive in such short time. She have scars on her body too, one on her left breast was mark after bite of vampire. Her stare went to his cock and what she seen make her lost of words. That was... It was hard to describe. "Oh my gods!!!" She just stare on it, keeping hands on her breast, wondering how it could egziste. "Effect of mutation?" She asked and nod for his question for permission. Trista made her legs wide, to let's him enter but it didn't look like it would fit inside her. She breath faster, ewen before he enter into her.
The water has a peculiar quality to it, retaining the feel of a liquid, while still holding him up. There's a little give as he begins to walk, and for a moment he fears that he'll crash through the water, but he regains his footing. Reaching the centre, he hears a soothing voice. "Why have you come here, Aen Aelle?" The feminine voice sounds like it comes from all around. "What could a rider of the hunt want from me?"
Dressed as she is, she receives a lot of attention, but no one makes a move as they head through the city. Entering through some doors, Mirellia steps into a huge and elegantly decorated casino building, with a huge gaming section in the centre, a long bar along the wall, and a stage on the far side. "Alright, ready?" The Doppler smiles.
Ard looked nowhere in particular as he answered the disembodied voice, 'I am not looking to capture you as an exotic trophy if that is what you are thinking. Advice perhaps. Stuck in this world, returning home has slipped through my grasp so many times over the last years. I'm beginning to doubt it is truly my destiny to return to my homeland.'
"Well, you were looking at these, earlier." She gestures to her cleavage. "I got the sense you might have been interested." With a smirk, her dress disappears, and he sees her naked body in its full glory. Taking his cock between her breasts, she begins to squeeze them together delectably.
