'I would need to hunt myself if I was a witch hunter, do not worry about that. I saw you in the vision,' Ard started, 'Nude and bathed in blood from head to toe, in front of a massive bon-fire. The spectres you know as the Wild Hunt came riding through the woods and towards you. I am not sure what it means, if it means anything at all.' He continued, 'You see. I am looking for a way to summon those spectres or at least to divine the place they will show up next. It is a bit odd that I would see a vision of you and the spectres just when I touched your hand. Maybe it is my own wishful thinking manifesting, I am not sure.'
Ashton gives a cruel smile as he spots the collar, grabbing it and quickly strapping it around her neck. "A collar, eh? Maybe I should put you on a leash and walk you around camp? You'd love it, wouldn't you? All of those filthy mercenaries seeing you on all fours like a beast." The young man resumes his assault on Mirellia's breasts, pudgy hands roughly squeezing her bust.
"I agree." The knight nods, drawing closer. The sorcerer backs away. "No, you have it wrong! I have nothing to do with it!" Danielle feels a flash of magical energy, and gets the sense that the youth is preparing some sort of spell.
"Good man." Madeline smiles. "I'll be sure to tell father how helpful you've been. Though I don't think he needs to know any specifics, do you?" After hearing Varrin's request, she nods. "Oh, of course, right." She gives him an address, and describes in detail the woman he saw in this room last night.
The alderman backs away, face going pale. "I'm sorry, we were desperate!" He gulps. "We're poor here, we have nothing!"
Abigail listens silently as Ard recounts his vision. "I... Yes." She says simply, though the elf isn't sure what she's answering. "What you saw did happen." There's an uncomfortable silence for several moments, before she speaks again. "I can't help you find the Wild Hunt. I may know someone who can, however."
"No, I only saw one creature. If there were more, I didn't notice them." Prokop reaches out to take a swig of vodka. "It happened on the road, not far from the clearing."
"Mmh." Feeling the leather wrap around her neck tightly, Mirellia shuddered at the thought of being paraded around. "Aahn. N-noo. I-if you did that, my... my reputation as a noble." She gave a weak excuse, especially as she kept on stifling her moans while he toyed with her breasts. Ashton would be able to feel her erect nipples poke through the fabric of her outfit, while Mirellia quickly felt her orgasm build up. Spoiler
Trista nod to him and smile friendly peting his shoulder. "Alright, thank you for your help. We will stay here for few days to solve these problem so if remind yourself anything, just call me." She said leave the room, and go down stairs to get know her companions get know.
Ashton chuckles, pulling her dress down beneath her bust so he can suck and bite on her erect nipples. "I'm sure you could persuade them to keep their mouths shut." Ashton smirks in between bites. "I'm sure if you let them all fuck you, one after another, in every hole you have, they'd keep your secret safe." As he uses his mouth on Mirellia's breasts, Ashton moves his hands down south, touching her needy cunt. His touch lacks finesse, but with how worked up his mother is, he hardly needs it, sending Mirellia to the peak of orgasm. Before she can climax, though, he pulls away. "Too bad this is just a dream, eh?" Ashton smiles once more, and Mirellia's vision fades out. The noblewoman is startled awake by a tapping on the door. "Ma'am, your tent is ready, whenever you wish." Caster's voice sounds from outside the carriage. Examining herself, Mirellia sees that the collar is gone from her neck, and her dress is back in perfect order, with no traces left that Ashton was ever in here. The one thing leftover from the 'dream', however, is Mirellia's burning lust, her body aflame from being teased and denied orgasm. "Is everything alright, ma'am?" Caster asks from outside.
Prokop reels back from her touch, but his sister thanks Trista for her help. Downstairs, Trista sees Bogrid in the doorway to the kitchen, talking with the cooks, while Gustav sits at the tables, laughing and flirting with a group of four women.
Realizing the potential danger involved, Danielle looks cautious, deciding she had to get in the way between them. She didn’t want to pick a fight with either, but kept cautious. “Wait. We need to properly talk about this.” She tried to insist to get either side to ease off.
Both men stop, though between the knight's anger, and the sorcerer's panic, it seems like the situation could erupt into violence at any point. Danielle notices Gynnie subtly edging her horse away from the two.
Witcheress sigh seeing Gustav enjoying the evening once they have to work, but she decided to not interupt. She go to corner and give back key to innkeeper wife. Next she go to Bogrid and wait as he finish his chat with the cooks. "So, anything intresting?"
"Haahn." Letting out a needy moan as her son teased her, Mirellia's mind was flooded by more perverse fantasies. Of her offering herself to the mercenaries, or accepting the alderman's offer... or begging her coachman to take her right then and there. But as she felt her orgasm about to erupt, she returned back to reality with a gasp. And upon hearing Caster's voice, Mirellia's cheeks were flushed red. "Ah... yes, thank you, you may take your leave for the day." She said in a strangely flushed tone, as she dismisses him. Once the sexy milf stepped out of her carriage, with the collar hidden inside her sleeve, Caster would he able to see her red cheeks. But as he saw her drinking, he could just think she was drunk. Mirellia then moves to her tent, making sure she wouldn't be disturbed. She strips out of her dress, leaving herself in just her erotic lingerie as she gets on her bed. The sexy milf gulped, staring at the collar, biting her lips as she shuts her eyes. She fastens the collar around her neck, and waits for her fantasy to once again take over.
The dwarf finishes his conversation. "Not much, but one of them says he sometimes goes out to hunt for the venison they serve here. He said that he found the bodies of deer, a little while before the attacks on humans started. Apparently the deer were torn apart with fangs and claws, like a normal animal attack, but the weird thing is that the skins had been removed first, precisely, as though with a knife, rather than claws." Bogrid burps and shrugs. "I ain't no witcher, lass, but it sounds like our 'monster' is intelligent."
Not really thinking of a proper way to ease the situation, she tried to think about it, while moving slightly away from the potential danger. “There’s still a lot of room for interptation. It’s still possible to prove his innocence with enough time.”
Caster, not wanting to embarass his employer, backs away, not noticing the collar. In her tent, Miriella notes that the young man was very thorough, laying down not just a sleeping roll, but a small portable desk and a chest of supplies, as well as burning some pleasant smelling incense. As Miriella lies down, she finds herself tossing and turning impatiently, but she can't quite get to sleep, leaving her lust to continue to rise, without her fantasies to sate her. Outside, the camp grows quiet, as all but the sentries retire to bed, and still Miriella's lust rises.
The sorcerer says "If I go with them, they'll torture me into confessing. Look, I've committed some crimes, but I'm no murderer!" Danielle's mediation seems to be having some effect, though, as she feels the sorcerer's rush of magic dissipate with a whimper audible only to mages, and sees the knight lower his sword slightly. Gynnie speaks for the first time since the start of the confrontation. "If the boy lied about his star sign, could that have thrown off your reading?"
Feeling her lust continue to rise, while her fantasies failed to satisfy her. Mirellia shuddered as an idea pops into her head. She waits for night time, when visibility was at its lowest. Before leaving her tent, wearing nothing but her lacy black lingerie, garter belt stockings, high heels, and leather collar. Mirellia then uses her skills to move about unnoticed by any sentries as she makes her way to Ashton's tent. Though instead of entering, she finds a hidden spot, where she begins masturbating, while biting her lip to muffle herself.
