"I found it, a few years ago." She shrugs. "A Witcher did battle with your kind, and in the battle, that was dropped." As he asks his question, she chuckles, for the first time in the conversation expressing emotion. "You don't think I spend all my time here, at this particular pond, do you?" She begins to sink into the water. "I hope you find what you're looking for, Aen Aelle."
She grins and walks to the bed, laying down. "Yes. Anything you want." She beckons him with a finger.
Matthias begins slowly bringing the boat onto the shore. Looking at the island, she sees that it's beautiful and lush, unlike everywhere else in the swamp. As the boat moves into shore, Verena hears voices more clearly, and though she can't make out the words, she recognises one of them as the elf from before.
Trista cry as same when she bite Gustav. "Are you sure you are not werewolf? That was loud?" She joked, getting in rythm.
Verena ties the Boat on a tree with a Rope and goes with Matthias to investigate the voices. "You know You don't have to come along. You can wait by The Boat"
“As my lady wishes.” Varrin smirked and gave an exaggerated bow, then slowly made his way to the bed. He took a few moments to ogle Isabella's naked body. “Let me have a look...” Using his hands he spread his sister's legs, revealing her pussy. Leaning down he planted a kiss on her nether lips, followed by a slow lick.
Gustav doesn't answer, intent on driving her to her first orgasm with his thrusts, which Trista feels rapidly approaching.
"I'll stay here." He nods. "If you need to make a quick getaway, it's better if I'm already in the boat." Though his words could be construed as an excuse for cowardice, she doesn't see fear in his expression. Heading towards the center of the island, Verena spots a serene looking pond. Atop the water, somehow standing on it, is the elegant elf she recognises from the village. Near him, a green skinned woman smiles and slowly descends below the surface of the water. On the shore is the elf's redheaded companion.
Varrin's exploratory efforts are rewarded by the taste of his sister's juices, delicious and strangely sweet, on his tongue. "Mmh..." She coos. "That's where you belong, head between my legs." She looks down at him, teasing. The cries from next door only intensify.
The green skinned woman disappears beneath the water as she reveals herself. @unisol_gr44 Ard hears a voice from behind him and turns to see the Witcher from the village.
“Mmm, so sweet and tasty...” Varrin took a few more licks, enjoying the taste of his sister. Then he moved up and began sucking on her clit, while at the same time using his fingers to tease Isabella's wet slit, eventually slipping a finger inside.
'No, that is why I am asking,' Ard said, 'I see you are a busy woman, do not let me keep you longer then. Thank you and farewell.' With the Lady disappearing again, he stepped away from the centre of the pond and looked for the witch, pocketing the orb securely. Ard looked to the female witcher, quite surprised she would suddenly show up, 'And who were you looking for? The Lady of the Lake or the elf?'
Hearing the positive response, Mirellia nods. "Thank you. I guess it is safe to say that I got the job?" She asked with a small smile. And if the magician agrees, the sexy milf asks about the upcoming show.
Trista gasp and moan hard, feeling like a her pussy is going to explode in hard way, completely out her control. She cry, hugging harder Gustav.
Isabella grows warm in his hands, her breathing beginning to become more laboured and her chest, now devoid of cum due to magic, starts to redden as she enjoys her brother's efforts. "Harder, Varrin..." She groans. "I won't break."
She nods, giving a few details about pay. "We'll be performing soon, though not as often as I'd like." She sighs. "I have another job for the owners, that takes up most of my time, though I prefer this one."
Trista lose control of her body complety as her ograzm finaly hit her. Weeks on the path, without fingering or ewen touch herself, make her explosion! For that moment Trista make sure to do it as rare as possible, to take most possible pleasure of this. She wasn't sure if she can hold up to not pass out, that hard hit her.
