Gunther grins from ear to ear and stands up, revealing his unimpressive body, and rather impressive cock, before positioning himself over his daughter in law. With both hands, he delivers two sharp slaps to her breasts, the sensation nearly making her cum again outright. "Rape you?" He gives a cruel chuckle, before twisting both of her nipples, hard. "Beneath all that aristocratic veneer, you're just a filthy minded slut, aren't you? Oh, but I'll give you what you want." One hand finds its way to her throat, while the other takes hold of his cock, rubbing the tip teasingly against her nether lips. Miriella feels herself cum again the moment her father in law's cock enters her, but she has little time to savour the orgasm, as he begins to pound her, his hips slamming against hers and driving his cock deep into her body. The noblewoman's vision is hazy for a few moments, but eventually she's able to momentarily clear her head enough to see Ashton in the doorway, a wicked grin on her son's face.
Ard was about to help the injured girl to her feet, though the kiss did take him a bit by surprise. An almost imperceptibly rosy tint came to his cheeks. His arm went to steady the young noble girl, as she rose too quickly, 'Ceádmil, Estelle. I am Ard Gynvael aep Coram, you can call me Ard. I thank you for the invitation, though from what the elves had to say, I do not think your father would approve.' He looked around for the girl's horse and helped her walk to it, 'Why are you travelling so far from home if I may ask, with a witcher as protection no less?'
Madeline chuckles as they move towards the theatre, not glancing towards the men, who push off against the wall and begin following at a slow pace. Varrin's sister begins a rather vague explanation. "You noticed them, did you? Perhaps father underestimated you!" She gives him a smile that's hard for him to resist. "Those two likely work for someone with whom Isabella and I had a...misunderstanding with. Don't worry about them for now. They won't try anything in public. Just make sure they don't get up right close to us where they could stab us without anyone noticing." She treats the situation as though it's trivial, her enthusiasm for the bard's show not dissipated at all.
Mirellia shuddered, her strangely hypersensitive body reacting to Gunther's devious smile. Especially as he slapped her breasts, and pinched her erect nipples. "Haaahn!" The sexy milf arched her back, as her pussy gushed out more of her delicious nectar. "Y-yessss. Ngh." She choked as his hand squeezes her throat, and as he rubbed his cock against her drenched slit. The sexy milf was already about to beg, until he suddenly impales her. "Aaaaaaahn!" Mirellia let out a loud, erotic cry as she orgasms for a second time. "H-harder, rape me, use me, mmh. It feels so gooood!" She moaned over, and over, until she saw Ashton. Her eyes widened, until she remembered that everything was just her "fantasy." Shrugging it off as her frustrated mind enjoying itself. So Mirellia looked away, wrapping her stocking-clad legs around Gunther's hips, encouraging him to move faster, and rougher.
There's silence for several moments, before Aubry nods, taking another sip. "300, then." He holds out a hand to take the money, while he uses the other one to signal his gang mates to bring out the stone. A man and a woman, both tattooed, head into the back room and retrieve the stone, placing it on the bar. Right up close to the item, Danielle begins to get a sense for its power, more than its underwhelming physical appearance would suggest, and thinks that she may have paid less than what it's truly worth. Aubry drinks the rest of his wine and stands up, moving away. He looks over his shoulder at the last moment, though. "Oh, this might not be of interest to you, but the guy who hired us to grab that rock tried to screw us over and take it without paying. He burnt two of my boys alive, and made damn sure that another won't be winning any fairest maiden contests, before we slit his throat and dumped him behind the bar. I don't know if he had any friends, but there might be others out looking for that stone of yours. Doesn't matter to me, though. Pleasure doin' business." The criminal sits back down at his table.
What sort of mess did the two of you get yourself into, I wonder... “I see... alright, I'll keep an eye on them and defend you if necessary – hopefully it won't be.” Varrin kept following his sister, though he did his best to keep an eye on the suspicious pair and stayed alert for any more people following them. He was ready to drop the things he was carrying and draw his sword in an instant.
“I’ll be coming back if I need anything special.” Danielle had gotten the rock and without a ton of difficulty, so now she just had to leave and return it as soon as she could. The gang was still alive, but if they’ve been screwed over once, they weren’t going to try to steal from that troll again. The important part was that it would like her, specifically. With Gynnie following, they made their way back in something of a hurry to make up for wasted time and hand the rock over.
"Witchers, eh?" The old man looks at the travelers suspiciously. "And a dwarf, too? Well, we have rooms, so long as you don't cause no trouble."
"Oh, he's not fond of your people, but he wouldn't deny the person who saved his daughter." Estelle leans against him, before the witcher helps her up on her horse. "I was under travelling with an escort to Kaedwen, to make a trade deal, but the convoy was...torn apart...by these horrifying monsters." Estelle shivers. "I ran through the woods, and I thought I was going to die, before Kyra here rescued me. I owe her my life, like I owe yours." The witcher, evidently named Kyra, shrugs. "I was hunting down a pair of katakans. Stumbled on the girl. She was a useful distraction, so I kept her alive."
'The roads are dangerous these days, your gods must be looking out for you, young Estelle,' Ard said and then looked at the witcher, 'You will be escorting her back to Vizima, Kyra?' Ard went to his own horse and leaped into the saddle, 'I shall join you on the road to the capital, though I have yet to decide if I should test your father's hospitality.'
Gunther obliges happily, speeding up his thrusts, his cock slamming against the walls of Miriella's womb. "You little fucking whore! You want this, don't you! You want me to fuck you in real life!" Ashton, with a satistfied smirk, approaches the bed, pulling off his clothing on the way to reveal his pudgy body and fat cock, far more impressive than Wendel's, and standing rock hard at the sight of her. "You're fantasising about your son?" The young man looks at his mother being ravaged with a chuckle. "You really are a slut, aren't you?" He reaches out to pinch and twist her nipples, while Gunther continues to pound her. Ashton leans in, kissing Miriella hard and dominating her mouth with his tongue, before pulling back, as the two men's touches send the milf to the edge of yet another orgasm, before both men stop. "Go on, if you want it to keep going say it yourself. Admit it."
The men continue to advance, as a colourfully dressed man comes onstage with a lute, to the cheers of the crowd. As the two men, now at the opposite end of the room, draw nearer, Madeline looks to Varrin. "He's handsome, don't you think? And that voice, like an angel's!" She couldn't seem to care less about the approaching threat.
Tristan smile to him friendly and get off the horse, with Gustaw. "Order something warm for me okey? I will take care of the horse." She said and lead her horse to stable, to take off him sadle and clean him of water and mud on skin.
The two of them make good time out of town and get about halfway to the bridge, when Gynnie says "We have a tail." Looking back, Danielle spots a person on horseback trailing them, a black cloak obscuring their body and face and making it impossible to determine their species or gender.
Hearing the elf, Danielle looks over and has to assume that’s one of the people searching for the rocks. Taking a detour, she goes through a few alleyways hoping to confuse him with corners too tight for him to follow on horse.
Kyra nods, mounting the horse with Estelle clinging to her waist. "Yeah, I might as well get the girl back, after all the trouble I went through to get her this far." Together the two horses move away from the ruins and back onto the main road. "You're not like those squirrels, are you?" Kyra uses the slang term for scoia'tael. "You're different. From another country, I guess? Dol Blathanna or something?"
Being used by Gunther, and teased by Ashton, Mirellia's eyes quickly rolled back into her skull as her orgasms continued. "Nghiiii!" The strict noblewoman let out a squeal, that was unbecoming of her cold demeanor. And as they stopped, Mirellia's expression was that of a whore who's drowing in pleasure. "Y-yesssss. I admit it, for years, my body ached ever since Gustav trained me. I-I yearned to be a pleasure slave!" She screamed, "Hahn, s-so, fuck me, fuck me as hard as you can!" Mirellia mewled, urging her "imaginary" partners to use her to their hearts contents.
The two head inside the inn, while Trista deals with the horses. Looking out of the stable for a moment, her sharp eyes catch a shape on the edge of the clearing, cast in shadow. The shape, somewhat larger than a man, draws up towards the torchlight, before retreating back into the trees.
“I guess...” Varrin shrugged as he moved to stand between his sister and the approaching men. “I'll trust your opinion on him.” He decided that his two daggers would be easier to use then his sword, if it came to it, and so prepared to be able to draw them at a moment's notice. He pretended to be listening to the bard and checking out Madeline, while doing his best to keep an eye on the men.
Ard rode beside the witcher and Estelle, 'I have been to the Elvish valley, a bewitching place, but no, I am not from there. I am from further away, beyond the blue mountains.'
