Varrin greedily swallowed as much of Isabella's sweet nectar as he could. Even after she had finished cumming he kept licking, until he was sure there was no more to be had. Varrin waited a bit for his sister to catch her breath and recover from her orgasm. “I trust my lady is satisfied?” He asked her with a smirk. “Would it be too much to ask for some assistance?” He added as he pointed at his rock-hard cock that was standing at attention.
"Regardless if I was wrong or not, People Die, looking for someone who is connected to The Wild Hunt..."
'And what do you expect us to do about it? I am not sure what you want from us, vatt'ghern,' Ard told the witcher, 'First, you do not want to have anything to do with us, now you are coming after us.'
With the list complete, the man has practically all he wanted - for him, the mission was almost finished. He checked the time, to see how much passed since he started interrogation.
Seeing that they were already perving on her, Mirellia is able to easily to get the guards to pay attention to her. Saria looks uncertain. "I don't know... I'd like more freedom, but I don't know if I'd be able to my show anymore."
Gustav grunts a little, but his armour protects him from getting hurt badly, as she snatches his vodka away, the drink bringing warmth to her chest. Gustav gives a little chuckle, turning around to face her. "What, you wanted to cuddle afterwards?" He gives her a devious grin. "You were asleep for a long while. I got bored of waiting."
It takes a few moments for Isabella to become coherent again. When she recovers from her orgasm, body flushed red and eyes flashing with primal need, she doesn't respond to his request. Instead, she grabs him by the neck and pulls him in for a passionate kiss, before shoving him back on the bed and mounting him. Rubbing his cock along her entrance to tease him, she grins wolfishly. "How many times have you imagined this, I wonder?"
Abigail looks to Trista, shaking her head. "What is it exactly that you want with us? Are you planning to use that blade of-" She cuts herself off, looking towards the sphere in Ard's hand, which now blazes with magical light.
Heading outside to look up at the sun, he sees that the interrogation took quite a while, almost a full day. It's morning outside, the people along the docks moving about to go to their workplaces, on fishing and trade boats, or to market stands and warehouses along the shoreline.
With a sight, Lutz retreated back and locked the door. He went behind the inquisitor and slapped her ass. Then he drove his dick deep into her and started slowly thrusting. "I guess I have everything I wanted from you... now, how to deal with you?" He grabbed her hair and pulled back, so he could look into her face.
"Breakfest to bed sounds nice. Or at least something to drink after. Never mind, you have a lot to learn about woman's needs." She said enjoyed warm inside. She look around. "Siblings didn't finished yet?"
"Keeping a show going, huh? Well, if you don't mind a change in venue. I can promise you more freedom, along with a different stage to play on." Mirellia whispered back, making sure the guard's attention was on her body, rather than their conversation.
"We had no deal my dear, and I am already paid." Lutz answered, then slapped the woman's ass, enjoying the feel of her pussy clenching on his dick. Working for inquisition? Well, working on witches, while appealing, was dangerous. And he disliked the inquisition. He quickened his movements, with free hand groping woman's bust.
@Sabine Wren As Ard holds the sphere, he sees it growing brighter and brighter, pulsing with power like it would with a navigator using it.
"I think I satiated your needs pretty well upstairs." He grins and eats some dried bacon. "As for the siblings, nah. I think they're having round two."
"I mean, that sounds nice. But..." She gives a confused look. "Aren't you here for a job? Why are you here if you've got somewhere like that?"
"Man of your word, eh?" The words echo out into the silence of the basement, and turning his head, Lutz sees his dwarf companion looking at them, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "Strange thing for a torturer to have a sense of honour. Or are you just worried she'd stab you in the back." Lutz recalls that he locked the door securely.
Trista take a bread and bacon, eating it. "Round two? Nice, but we have work to do. If they not finish before we eaten, I'm going to drag them out no mater what they wearing."
