"Well You won't be save from them for much longer and they don't intend to bring You anywhere but underwater. I suggest You adjust course." She points at The Creatures in The Distance.
Looking around, Mirellia sees that Caster's chosen a good time to approach her if he wanted to get her alone. The camp is obscured from view by trees, and the sounds of singing by the fire indicates that most of the convoy is over there, enjoying the festivities. There are sentries around the camp, but none near Mirellia and Caster, who stand atop the sheer side of the hill, which cannot be climbed and therefore doesn't need to be guarded as well. The young man moves closer, until they're nearly touching. He speaks, voice husky. "Fuck the money, ma'am. I'll take my bonus now." With a start, he reaches out to slip the collar around her neck, and fasten it tightly.
Mirellia places her hands on his chest, yet he'd feel no force, indicating that she isn't actually pushing him away. "This." She shuddered, feeling the collar tighten around her throat, "Do you know what this means. If we're caught..."
Angelica smiles brightly, grabbing a shawl to put over her lingerie (though Varrin notes to his pleasure that it fails to cover up much) and takes hold of her son's hand. "Then let's go!" Standing, she leads the young man down to the kitchens, where she furiously begins preparing a meal of roast beef and some sort of foreign sweet for desert. The meal is utterly delicious, and Varrin finds himself eating more than his fill. Afterwards, Angelica pours some wine for the both of them. "Ah," she drinks greedily, "That was fun. Your father doesn't like me cooking, he says it's demeaning for a noble to cook when we have servants to do it for us. I like it, though."
The woodsman nods, leading them further into the forest, where the trees grow more numerous, blocking out more of the sunlight to make the area darker. Gustav frowns. "Hopefully we can catch it while it's still in human form, then."
Matthias nods. "Don't worry, we won't be going near them." He makes sure to keep a good distance between the boat and the drowners. After rowing for several more minutes, Verena spots a white stone tower in the distance, covered in ivy and moss. "See that? That's where we're headed."
“The meal was delicious! You're really good at cooking!” Varrin complimented his mother and took a sip of his own wine. “Well, I can see where he's coming from, but on the other hand, as a noble you are allowed to indulge your desires from time to time. Nothing wrong with some cooking on occasion, if you ask me.” He shrugged and drank some more of his wine to cover up his staring, as Angelica's shawl really wasn't covering much.
Trista think for the moment about that, as they walking deeper into forest. "It is possible. But we have to be sure he is werewolf what we are hunting for. Sometimes werewolf it could be smart enought to make fake evidence on another human, living him alive with tracks of licantrophy." She said, as she use her ears and nose to find the tracks.
"Looks promising. Let's Hope we are The First ones who make it there alive." She pulls a tiny vial from her belt and Drinks it's Black Liquid to make her Blood undesirable for Drowners and Blood sucking Creatures. Her eyes glow more yellow and The veins on her Face become black and visible from The Potion.
"I don't care." He slips a finger into the D ring of the collar and pulls her towards him. One hand slides around her waist, squeezing and caressing her ass, as his lips find hers and he begins to kiss her passionately. His touch isn't cruel or humiliating like Gunther or Ashton in her fantasies, but the young coachman is very dominant, taking control of her body with no hesitation.
"Indeed." The milf taps her glass against her son's. "Though from what I hear, maybe you take 'indulging your desires' to the extreme?" She smirks at him.
"Mmh." The moment the collar was secured around her neck, Caster would feel as if Mirellia's demeanor had changed completely. And as he groped her ass, he'd finally be able to feel her soft, supple flesh underneath her dress. As he took her lips, he'd find her open her mouth, allowing his tongue to enter. "Mmnh." The sexy milf moaned into his mouth, her nipples growing erect underneath her dress, while her sweet nectar began to leak out of her needy cunt.
Looking around, she sees tracks here and there, large enough to be from the werewolf, but they've been skillfully obscured, someone ensuring that they don't leave a trail. The woodsman calls a halt, and facing in his direction, she sees the cave in the distance, a crevasse in the rock, the interior too dark for even a witcher to see into.
“Sadly, most of the stories you hear are exaggerated.” Varrin sighed with mock disappointment and took another sip. “Though I am curious, what, exactly, did you hear?” he gave Angelica an inquisitive look.
Quietly, Matthias rows around to the side of the island, and runs the boat aground. In the far distance, Verena spots some drowners, but they're too far away to see her in return. Looking around, she sees that the island she's on is quite large, with a sizeable forested area inland, above which the tower is visible.
Trista take vial of Cat and nod to Gustav. "Bohgir, stay here with woodsmen and watch our back. Gustav and I will check the cave for tracks and werewolf." She get ready her silver sword and walk to the cave.
Caster continues to kiss her with need, his free hand moving to squeeze her breasts, before he pulls back. "Your lingerie. Are you wearing it?" He asks her expectantly.
Angelica giggles, drinking some more. "I heard that you've been making some of the local women rather satisfied, and their fathers rather furious."
"Mmh. A-always..." Mirellia replied, shuddering as her hands undo her dress. Allowing it to fall into a bundle by her feet. She reveals a white one piece underwear, which was already transparent, especially around her drenched crotch. Her juices trailing down the tops of her white thigh-high stocking, as she allows the coachman to see her erotic form.
Verena stares at The Tower for a while before turning to Matthias. "Stay close to Me and hold Your staff ready. No Heroics. Keep an eye on Our back allright?"
