In the fist moment Trina wanted to run after kikimores to save merchant, but secend look at his broken scull and open belly with flesh and blood around his body, make her belive he is realy dead, so there is no point in trying to save his body. She split angry on the ground and swing her sword, whiping it out of the green blood of kikimores. "That is right, fuck!" She respond angry to Bogrid. Not only she don't get paid for her job, but also her reputation and opinion not only about her, but about Griffin school will lower down, after such failure. "These kikimores shouldn't be ewen here! Not this part of year, we are far away from swamps, so there is no way they show up here! Nekkers or ghules, sure but not kikimores." She said complaining about oblivious fact, that they job is failure.
The driver nods, waiting for Mirellia to enter the carriage, before snapping the reins and heading off. Passing through her neighborhood and into the slums, Mirellia hears a thump on the carriage roof as one of the peasants in an overhanging building throws a bucket of human waste out their window. Luckily, none manages to find its way inside the carriage, and soon enough the carriage finds its way to nicer parts of Redania's capital. Soon, they enter a luxurious area, a long street lined with large, luxurious mansions. Stopping in front of one, Mirellia sees her father-in-law's newly purchased home for the first time, a large and distinguished looking estate, with multiple buildings and extensive gardens. The driver helps Mirellia out of the carriage, and she's escorted into the building by an elegant looking dwarven butler. The interior of Gunther's home is even better than the exterior, filled with nothing but the best in terms of furnishings, the walls painted with beautiful pieces of art and pleasant smelling incense hanging in the air. After a few minutes in a lavish sitting room, the noblewoman hears Gunther's voice ring out. "Mirellia, my dear!" Striding through the doorway, Gunther quickly approaches his daughter in law, eyes sneaking a peek at her bust before looking her in the eyes. "What a pleasant surprise! Your son is upstairs, right now, if you've come to see him."
Opening the door a crack, Varrin is relieved to discover that Madeline's senses aren't as sharp as her father's. From where he stands, peeking into Madeline's room, he can see the lower portion of his sister's bed. The young man can't see any more of his sister than her legs, spead atop the bedsheets, but he gets a good look at the woman between them, a stunning golden haired elf. The woman teases Madeline, kissing along her thighs and lightly stroking her pussy, but keeps the noblewoman at a simmer, eliciting needy moans and mewls. "Come on, Aelle, stop teasing!" Madeline huffs in between her sweet sounding moans.
Alain looks up as the door opens, a ballad ending abruptly as the young man lowers his lute. "Oh, evening, mother." He smiles up at her, looking healthy, though Danielle notices that he's put on a little weight recently. "Anything you needed?" For the briefest of moments, Danielle catches her son's eyes taking in the sight of her curves, revealed and accentuated by her dancing costume.
Mirellia kept to herself as they passed through the slums, thanking the fact that her carriage was still in good condition. Maybe it was due to it only being used on occasions, or maybe thanks to the coachman's attentiveness. She didn't know, but if it was due to the latter, she knew she'll have to pay the young man a bonus. As she takes a note out of her father-in-law's book, "Good work, gets good pay." And as she arrived at the old man's newly purchased mansion, Mirellia takes the coachman's hand as she stepped out of the carriage. Giving him a better view of her large breasts shake underneath her dress. "Thank you, please clean that up, I won't be long." She said as Gunther's butler arrived. Mirellia follows the dwarf, a little surprised at how well the old man was doing. Hah. If only his son had his wits. Even just a little, to make him realize how foolish he's been acting. She thought to herselfnas she waited. As the old man arrived, she gives him a quick curtsy, "Good after noon, Gunther. Sorry for dropping by unannounced." She said in a polite, yet cold tone as she looked around. And if she didn't see anyone else, Mirellia gets right to the point. "No, I'm not here for Ashton, as I know he's in good hands. I am here because..." The sexy milf clenches her fists, "I must ask for some assisstance. As Wendel's gambling has spiralled out of control. Hah. Well, all I ask is for you to pay off his debts. I of course wouldn't expect you to do it for free, so I am willing to assist you in any way I can." She said in a forced tone, offering her services to the old man, who knew that she was one of the best fencers in the world.
She approached slowly, not wanting to interrupt him when he was still playing. If he just invested more time into other things than that instrument then...but that wasn't the conversation to have right now. Seeing his eyes cling to her costume made her jump a bit, but the whole purpose of a proper stage outfit was to draw attention. He probably wasn't trying to look on purpose or anything. Just was having a hard time finding somewhere safe to look. On the one hand, she was glad her body held up so well, on the other, it drew the attention of a lot of dirty old men expecting she would be easy. "Your father sent me a message that he needs help with a project, so I don't know how long I'll be gone. You're an adult now. You'll survive without me for a while. But I don't want to hear you've been skipping training while I'm gone. You're lute playing is fine, but women won't be impressed if you let your body turn to complete flab." Knowing her son's range of interests, she kept her point to something that he'd care about to keep him motivated enough.
What a beauty! I'd love to get to know her a bit better... Varrin licked his lips as he checked out the elf, his cock growing hard in his pants. He looked around the hallway, making sure that it was empty and that he was alone, then took out his dick. After not getting to do anything with the young woman from earlier he wanted some female company, but in the meantime spying on his sister and the elven beauty would do.
The elf gets the evil eye from the bandits, but his display seems to have worked, as they keep their distance. As Ard rides through the village, he sees most of the inhabitants reel away from him, heading indoors after the stunt he pulled, though a few remain outside, quietly mocking the bullies who were so publicly humiliated by an elf. For a few hours, Ard rides peacefully through the countryside, the road winding through peaceful, well tended fields and well maintained forests, good sights for the people living here, but a poor omen for a person who makes a living hunting monsters. As the sun begins to dip beneath the horizon, however, Ard hears a piercing female scream. Looking up, he sees an old Aen Seidhe fortress atop a hill, long since crumbled into ruins. Another scream sounds out, echoing against the broken stones of the fortress.
Bogrid holds out his hands in a placating gesture. "Eh, calm down, lass. Nothin' we can do about it now, the job's already gone tits up." The dwarf shoulders his axe. "Those bastard kikimores are still out there, and I need your ears if we're going to avoid ending up like our boss." He looks at Trina. "Alright, lass?" Heading to examine the wagon, Bogrid finds his fears confirmed. "Yep, the blood's soaked through, right into the silk. No amount of washin' will make these sellable again." He sighs. "Alright, so as I sees it, we've two options. We can go to Ard Carraigh and tell the merchant's family about his death, and hope that the family gives us a few coins in repayment. Or, we can head towards the Redanian border, which is closer, meaning we're less likely to get attacked again. What do you think, lass?"
The blonde coachman stares for a few moments at Mirellia's bust, before coming to his senses. "Yes, my lady." He gets to work immediately, opening his pack to get a rag, and looking around for a well to draw some water. Inside the mansion, Gunther smiles sadly, gesturing for Mirellia to take a seat on an plush chaise longue, and sitting down next to her, close enough for their thighs to touch. "Believe me, my dear, if it were just for you, I'd give away my entire fortune if you required it, but it's Wendel that is the problem." The old merchant sighs. "I spurned him in public, in front of the capital's finest. If I were to save him, it would make me look weak, and my competitors would swoop in like vultures. I'm afraid I must refuse."
The young man blushes as she mentions his weight. "Er, um, yes, mother. I'll try to spend a bit more time working on my body while you're gone." Something in his tone suggests that he's just telling her what she wants to hear. "I'll miss you while you're gone, but I'll be fine here by myself."
“You have a lot of talents. You just need to mix your musical skills with other things.” She didn’t know if he’d follow through, but she’d have to deal with that later. “You’ll be alright, I know you will. You’re old enough to take care of yourself. I will be trying to finish this project soon, but with careful results. Stay safe.” Giving her goodbye, the redhead walked away, ready to leave and learn what this big secret was.
"Indeed it would." Mirellia replied, not really reacting to how close they were. "But as I said, I would be willing to work for you in exchange, so it can be said that it would be my wages in a way." She said, pausing for a moment to sigh. "I'm afraid if Wendel keeps on tarnishing the Feldonna name, I will be forced to use a document my father used, which will divorce my marriage with him." Mirellia said in her usual cold tone, not even realizing she had just told Gunther that with a simple document, she could take away his noble titles.
The elf, evidently named Aelle, giggles, spreading her Madeline's long legs and leaning forwards, her tongue probing at the wet muff between them. Madeline begins to moan more loudly in pleasure, whimpering as she tries to make Aelle go faster and harder. "C-C'mon, Aelle, stop t-teasing!" Madeline isn't the only one feeling pleasure, as Varrin's cock stands rock hard, either the elf's beauty or the naughtiness of spying on his sister assaulting his senses as he begins to jerk himself off, a drop of precum falling from his tip onto the stone floor. "You want to cum, Maddie? Why of course! All you have to do is beg." Aelle gives her partner a teasing grin. Suddenly, the pleasure Varrin feels grows overwhelming, threatening to make the nobleman orgasm outright, but no such release arrives, and the pressure begins to go from pleasurable to torturous. "Spying on your sister?" A voice sounds from behind Varrin in the darkness of the hallway, smoky, seductive and filled with implicit danger. Isabella chuckles, unseen. "How naughty of you." A dainty and elegant hand slides over Varrin's shoulder, moving towards his chest. "And you're even touching yourself? I should go tell father all about this. I fear what he'd say and do when he found out what his younger son was doing in the hall at night."
At this time of night, most of the castle is either asleep, or still feasting, so Danielle's only company as she steps out into the quiet courtyard are the guards, standing like stones along the walls and at the gates. As she begins to see to leaving, the redhead is approached by one of them. "Leaving, miss? It's dangerous beyond the walls, especially at night. I've heard tell of monsters, even lesser vampires, prowling around."
Gunther smiles. "Oh, I suppose I've never been able to refuse you." She feels his hand brush her thigh briefly. "I've been planning a trip, actually, a business trip. Perhaps you could accompany me? You'd be paid for your time, and if you wished, could spend your wages on Wendel's death." He sighs. "How sad that a woman as exquisite as you must earn a wage. If only my third wife had died a year earlier, I'd have married you myself, instead of wasting you on my son." Gunther gives a smile that's meant to be charming, but comes across instead as lecherous, and Mirellia gets a keen impression that the old man is imagining in vivid detail what would have happened if they'd married.
“Father is... busy. There is... no need to bother him.” Varrin managed to get out, trying hard to ignore the torturous pleasure he was now feeling. “How about... you join me and we watch together? I am curious if Madeline will beg... After that we can continue this conversation... some place else.” He suggested, trying both to placate his elder sister and to continue observing what was going on in the room.
Danielle didn’t know the name of this one, but gave a polite smile. “I’m aware of the dangers, but I’ll manage. Besides, those stories are largely exaggerated, are they not?” She eyed her sword whip that she kept close, weighing it in her hand. “I’m sure, I’ll manage.”
"A trip? Very well, I suppose being gone for a few days won't change anything. I accept. When will we be departing?" Mirellia said in a calm tone, despite noticing his obvious attempts at touching her body. "I don't think my father would have accepted that." She replied at his comments about marrying her, but as she realized what he was thinking. Mirellia also recalled the time she spent with Gustav who was also an old man, and also her master in all meanings of the word. The sexy milf clears her throat, before she reminisced further, "Either way, where will we be going? I'd like to know if I should wear a dress, or armor."
Isabella chuckles quietly, though there's something unsettling about the sound. "Two siblings, watching as their sister is defiled? How depraved you are, little brother. And you want to take me somewhere else afterwards? I wonder what you plan to do?" Again she chuckles. "Still, I suppose we can watch for now." The pressure on Varrin's cock alleviates all at once, the sensation nearly making him cum outright, but he manages to retain his control, and soon enough, he returns to normal. "Go on," Isabella encourages, "you like to watch, so show me how much." In the room, Madeline mewls and with a huff, begs her lover. "F-Fine. Please, make me cum, Aelle!" The elf smirks in triumph, before pressing forth to lick Madeline's pussy with increased intensity. The elf is clearly quite skilled, causing the young noblewoman to buck and squirm, her hand held in front of her mouth to keep from screaming. Aelle moves one hand up to shrug the dress off of her shoulders, revealing a pair of large and pert breasts, while her other hand snakes its way underneath Madeline's thighs, a finger moving up towards the young woman's asshole.
