"W-What can I get you?" The innkeep, a thin, balding man in his thirties, asks nervously, the gangers now looking at him to see if he has any connection with Danielle. One of the gangers heads behind the bar, opening a small door there and walking through into a back room, where the enchantress catches the briefest glimpse of a stone object, about the size of a human fist, engraved with a rune that glows with magical light. Though her attunement to magical energy isn't the strongest, Danielle gets the sense that the stone is a potent source of magic. The door closes behind the ganger, and her view of the item is cut off.
It made snese. The trill would be drawn to magical things like this even if it didn’t realize it. How to actually get it was another challenge. For now, Danielle played things like it was normal. “The usual. Red wine.”
“Hmm, that's a tough one. I'm sure they will all look good on you. Let me think...” Varrin pretends to actually be thinking about the question instead of just ogling Madeline's naked body – though the bulge in his pants makes it obvious that her tempting nudity has not gone unnoticed. “I think you should go with blue. You'll look stunning!” The young man finally suggested after some more ogling... er, thinking.
They reach the inn a half hour or so after sundown, with a light drizzle raining down from the skies to land on Trista's hair and armour. The structure itself is nothing remarkable, a two story wooden building with a stable next to it, built along the forest road in a clearing where the trees have retreated back on both sides several hundred paces. Trista notes, however, that all around the clearing are rows of torches, standing upright from the ground on sturdy wooden stakes, and burning hot enough that the light rain isn't putting them out. The torches bathe the entire area in an orange glow. In front of the inn stands an old man wearing a cloak and holding a lantern, who looks at the newcomers with suspicious eyes. "Who're you three?"
Gunther nods to her. "Good night, my dear." If Miriella wasn't distracted, she'd notice that her father in law's smile has an unsettlingly devious tinge to it. Back inside her room, the noblewoman feels herself growing hotter, her fantasies becoming more vivid, and her pussy growing wet.
Hands shaking, the barkeep nods, pouring some wine for her and handing it over. A particularly large gang member grunts. "The same for me." As the barkeep pours another wine, the ganger sits down beside Danielle. "Never seen you around 'ere before."
(Flatout broken image) “Really?” Danielle feigned surprise. The ganger had approached and she doubted it was meant to be friendly, trying to vet why she was so confident coming here. “I do a lot of my shopping for things you can’t just get anywhere else here. Strange, we never met.”
The sexy milf's usual cold, and perceptive self may have noticed Gunther's smile. Unfortunately, Mirellia was far too panicked due to her suddenly horny state to. And as the fantasies grew vivid, her mind began to get clouded in a haze of lust. Once she got in her room, she slams the door shut, but forgets to lock it as she hurriedly removed her dress. "Hah. Hah. What is wrong with me. Mmh." She panted like a bitch in heat, as she got on the bed wearing nothing but her erotic lingerie. "Aahn." She moaned as her hand brushes against her already erect nipple. Mirellia then leaned back, spreading her stocking-clad legs wide as her other hand moves toward her pussy. The sexy milf shuts her eyes, letting her fantasies of Gunther take over as she played with her needy cunt.
Madeline evidently agrees, giving a brilliant smile and a twirl that shows off her body yet again, before heading to the tailor. "You heard him, I'll have it in blue." After paying and redressing, Madeline leads her brother once more through the streets, buying various goods and knick knacks that go straight into Varrin's hands to carry. She spots a man in flamboyant colours in the town square, announcing to the crowd. "Come one, come all! See Dandelion, the greatest bard and poet of a generation, performing in the theatre! Buy your tickets quickly, before they're all sold out!" Madeline is delighted by the prospect, heading quickly to the theatre. "Dandelion himself! I've heard that he's a master!" As she walks, however, Varrin spots two men leaning against a wall and paying altogether too much attention to his sister. She gets a lot of attention from both men and women, but these two, pale skinned men wearing expensive black garments over muscular bodies, don't seem to be looking at Madeline with lust, but instead with seething anger.
(Does this work?) The ganger takes a long sip. "Well, we've met now. I'm Aubry. Run things around here." He looks her directly in the eyes, expression unclear. "You doing some shopping now? What're you lookin' fer?"
“Aurby, nice to talk to the boss. I’m Danielle.” The redhead looked at him, giving a friendly smile. He looked capable of being dangerous if he wanted to be, but she assumed if he was the boss, then he’d have a mind for business. “I’m looking for compound minerals for crafting. Stones with magic resonance...glowing rocks.” She tried to make it as clear and easy to understand as possible.
Eyes firmly closed, Miriella begins to feel fingers touching her thighs, her body so sensitive that even light petting fills her mind with pleasure. The fingers pull apart the noblewoman's legs, and lips trail their way upwards, planting light kisses on her thighs, until they reach her pussy. The lips kiss her clitoris, making Mirellia buck her lips with pleasure, before a tongue reaches out to lick her, giving the milf more pleasure than she's experienced since Gustav entered and exited her life so many years ago. It isn't long until the tongue eating out her pussy drives Mirellia to a powerful orgasm, making her scream and spasm on the bed, her eyes flying open. Looking between her legs, she sees Gunther, smirking as he eats his daughter in law's pussy. Briefly, the elderly man pulls away from her cunt, saying "This is a dream, Mirellia, a fantasy. A glimpse at what you truly desire. With the haze of lust enveloping the merchant's wife, she finds herself accepting the explanation, and before she can begin to question Gunther's words, arguing that this feels to real to be a dream, Gunther is back to work, quickly driving her into a second orgasm that drives away any semblance of rational thought.
"You some sort of mage?" Aubry tilts his head slightly. "We might be able to accommodate you, for the right price."
"Haaahn!" Mirellia let out an erotic moan, that one would doubt that she could even make noises like it. With her orgasm slowly coming down, she was shocked that her fantasies had become so... real. "A dream..." She repeated, and with how cloudy her mind had become, she couldn't deny Gunther's words. And as she accepted it, Mirellia bites her lips, "T-then..." She gulped, spreading her legs wider, and moving her drenched panties to the side. Revealing her neatly groomed pubic hair, and her soaked, pink pussy. "R-rape me." She said, her cheeks growing red as she spoke of her fantasies, that would shock anyone that knew her usual cold self.
Trista rise hand in friendly welcome, to watcher. "Tired travelers looking for shelter and warm meal for night. Do you have free rooms for us?" She make sure, her medalion is visible on her armor,as she slow down horse, to show old men, they have no ill intentions.
The noble listens intently, gritting her teeth as Ard does his work, while the witcher leans against a wall with her eyes closed. When he's finished, Ard sees that he's done a decent enough job, and though the noble is in pain, she's no longer disabled like she was before. Before he rises, however, the woman plants a kiss on the elf's cheek. "Thank you, sir. I owe you greatly for stepping in. If you ever find yourself in Vizima, you would be a welcome guest at my estate. I'm Estelle, by the way. Estelle Villotette. Ah!" She cries out as she tries to move too quickly.
Varrin acted as if he had not noticed the two men. Moving closer to his sister he pretended to stat a normal conversation. “Yes, I've heard about him as well. Hopefully he's worth the money... and while we're watching you can tell me what did you do, because I see a couple of very angry pale-skinned men staring at you – and believe me, it's not lust that makes them glare at you...” His tone was rather low – Madeline would have no trouble hearing him, but anyone more than a couple of steps away would not be able to understand a word, thanks to all the hustle and bustle around them.
"Like you're lowballing me." Aubry grunts. "Make it four hundred." He orders some more wine, and is served immediately. Danielle gets the sense, however, that despite Aubry's words, he'd be open to haggling. Clearly he has respect for mages, or at least for their powers. "Unless you want to pay another way." Again, with his monotone, it's up to interpretation what he's proposing.
Danielle thought about it and swallowed down her wine. She wasn’t too naive to not know what he was getting at, but she wasn’t going to go through with something like that. “300. I can see vein damage from here.” She suspected he probably didn’t know enough about magic to correct and for a minute she did think about what she could do with this rock and how to put it to use for her own work, but rules against it as a bad plan, focusing on being able to just get it back as soon as she could without having to fight anyone for it.
