Letting out a relieved sigh as the wild hunt king finally fell, Mirellia couldn't help but have her legs give out from under her. "Hah. It's finally over." She said as she breathes deeply, seeing how the fight has ended in their favor... Once they made camp, Mirellia had removed her "borrowed" armor. Letting her large breasts free, and allowing everyone to see her cleavage. As the elven king spoke, she gracefully bows. "Thank you, it would be my honor to accept."
The peasant healer nods, looking. She's not going to make much progress in an afternoon, but Verena gets the sense that she's learning.
As Mirellia bows, she sees the king's eyes looking shamelessly at her breasts. Indeed, he's not alone, as several of his men are staring in exactly the same location, as well as Gustav and Varrin's rescued sister, Madeline. @unisol_gr44 @Regin34 @moonblack Auberon regards the group, "At my palace, there will be a feast, to celebrate our victory. Afterwards, you will consult with my chief navigator, who will return you to your world, at or nearby a location you specify."
Taking note of al the elves' stares, So I take it their hatred is just for human men? Mirellia thinks to herself. Before moving back, she takes a seat to rest her legs after all her agile movements, while wearing high heels.
With the battle won the adrenaline left Varrin and was replaced by exhaustion. He needed several minutes to catch his breath, during which time he checked to make sure his sisters were unharmed, but was otherwise quiet. “Thank you, your highness.” He gave a grateful nod to the king, happy to hear that they will be able to go home, and with Maddie in tow, too.
As Mirellia sits, the eyes on her leave only reluctantly. "Heh." She hears from beside her, and sees Gustav looking down at her, able to move as quietly as he could when she was young. "I see you haven't changed a bit. Too bad there's been no time to 'catch up', yet." @Regin34 Trista sees Gustav talking to the milf. The king inclines his head, before Madeline moves from her perch next to him, walking over to give both Varrin and Isabella, hugging both, before taking a seat in Varrin's lap. "You guys... I'm glad you came for me." She smiles.
Varrin returned the hug. “Of course we did – there was no way we would abandon you... I'm glad to see you're alright, Maddie.” The nobleman tried to ignore his sister sitting in his lap. It helped that he was exhausted after the fight, but he had only so much self-control so if she did not get off soon...
'Our victory would not have been possible without my cousin Eileann, she deserves as much credit and reward as I and... I do not think I will return as head of the family. I will have to talk with her about how things go from here,' Ard told Auberon. He looked to Abigail, 'I assume you will be going back home with the others?'
"Oh, I'm fine. Aubie's not so bad when you get to know him." She chuckles, though Isabella instinctively looks around, worried that one of the elf warriors heard the king referred to so irreverently. Madeline either doesn't notice that what she said , or has enough confidence in her position that she doesn't care. "Still, I think it's long past time to go home. The three of us have a lot of catching up to do." She doesn't move from her spot on his lap, though if he pushes her away she doesn't fight him.
King Auberon nods. "Then she shall be rewarded as well. If you don't want to take your seat, that's your own business. In fact, there are other paths you might take. But I'll leave that for later." Turning to Abigail, the redhead nods her head. "It's certainly been an experience, and this land is lovely, but yes, it's about time to return home. I'll see about the...reason I came here, and be off."
“Yes, we should go home some time soon. We've been gone for a while, so mother must be worried.” Varrin did not try to push Madeline away, rather enjoying having her in his lap. Part of him knew he should make her move, but he was tired so he'd do it after catching his breath some more... yep, definitely just tired and nothing more...
The former royal mistress just chuckles. "She'll be glad to see you. Probably give you a hero's welcome. Father will probably find a way to blame it all on you." Isabella grins at that last part.
“Yes, I am sure he will.” Varrin let out an exaggerated sigh of disappointment, though it was obvious he was doing it in jest. He tried not to think about the first part of what Madeline had said – having his sister sitting in his lap was already making things hard for him, he really did not need to add Angelica to the mix.
"Hm?" Mirellia wondered who chuckled beside her, only to see Gustav. Which made her shudder now that the tension of being sent to a new world was gone. "I've aged... though I can't say the same for you." She replied, gulping at the implication of his words. Though the sexy milf had indeed aged, her looks had only gotten more erotic over the years.
"I- well..." She seems reluctant to say, but seems to trust Ard. "It's a certain...artifact." She blushes. "The Wild Hunt took it when I summoned them the first time." She looks uncertain as to whether she should say more, before she's interrupted. Gustav grins. "Aged is a bit of a misleading term. Certain parts of you got bigger, certainly, but the rest of you looks just like the young noble I used to tie to my bed and-" Mirellia sees the giant in the rogue witcher's pants begin to stir at the memory, before he's cut off. "That's all right. While father's spending time with your brother, you'll have all the more time to spend with the women in your family." She teases mercilessly. "Maybe even-" As a blessing or a curse, she's cut off. @Regin34 The group is escorted back to the main city, where they feast in the king's palace, the dishes plentiful and delicious, the taste of hundreds of different worlds explored or conquered by the Aen Aelle. After a rather dour memorial to those who fell in the battle on the road, the festivities pick up, with dancers, firebreathers, and delights from across the different spheres of reality, some of then even being strange machines of various kinds that hum with electricity without any magic to fuel them. The elves of the Aen Aelle party harder than any human, the plentiful nature of their society leading to debauchery, but even festivities such as these must come to an end, and the guests begin to retire to their rooms. Auberon stands, informing the group that rooms are available for them, and that the navigator will be ready to take them home in the morning, before he departs. Finally, the travellers from The Continent sit at the table, alone but for a few last remaining revellers. Trista and Gustav sit next to one another, the male witcher making conversation with the female. Next to them is Mirellia, who Gustav occasionally flirts with, and who receives an invitation from the king to 'talk'. Ard is flanked on either side by Eileann and Evir'i, across from Varrin, who is flanked by Isabella and Madeline. The group is left to themselves, to converse or retire to their rooms as they please, and in whatever combinations they please.
Ard looked around for a moment to see where Abigail was, or if she had gone to search for her artifact. He had had his fill of alcohol at the feast, having nearly forgotten how freely and copiously drink and food came at an elven feast. He smirked, looking at nobody in particular, 'I have to say I missed these parties. I think I drank more wine in the last hour than in the past five years combined.' He chuckled and looked to his cousin, 'Thanks for believing me. Could not have done it without you, Elly.'
As she and Gustav chatted, Mirellia couldn't help but blush. Especially as she saw his growing erection, the sexy milf couldn't help but recall everything they've done together. Causing her to shudder in excitement, until their chat was cut off as they're lead to the city. Needless to say, Mirellia was breath taken as she watched how the elves feast and celebrate. So much so that the events of the evening went by in a flash. "I'll take my leave for tonight. Hopefully there will be no more attempts at a coup while we're here." She gracefully excused herself, before leaving the group. Though instead of heading back to her room, she heads to where the king wanted to 'talk.'
Abigail is still at the table for now. Eileann chuckles at her cousin's tipsiness, while Evir'i frowns slightly, worried about him having too much. Eileann shrugs. "Oh, yes you could have. Still, I'll happily let that be the version of the story the king believes." She grins.
'Now, do not sell yourself short. We could not have fought that battle properly without the food you gave us,' Ard smiled at Eileann, 'Anyway... tell me how you have been? You said it was tough to manage the estate but there must have been some bright spots too, right?'
