Varrin chuckled. “Well, that much is true. Though I am certain there are many more women that need to have their desires satisfied. Anything else you heard about me?” He took another sip, finishing his wine.
The dwarf nods, coating his axe in the oil he was given last night. "Alright, lass. Be safe." Gustav follows along, as the woodsman leads them into the cave. Inside, it takes a few moments for their eyes to adjust. The cave entrance is a large round chamber, with a table and some seating in the center, presumably leftovers from when the bandits occupied it. "All right," the woodsman whispers, "I'll stay here, in case you don't find anything and want to check somewhere else, but I'm not going any further if the werewolf is down there." He takes a seat, and Bogrid takes one opposite. Looking further into the cave, Trista sees two branching paths in the cave, leading right and left.
Trista coating her blade too and drink Cat. "Let's go tougether this one. Spliting up it is bad idea in my opinion." She whisper to Gustav as they walk on the right.
'A lucky young man, I would say,' Ard chuckled, guiding her closer to him by her hand. Face to face, Ard wrapped his arm around her waist and smiled at the young dh'oine noble, 'Let us enjoy each other then, Estelle.' He rolled on top of her, bringing her down to the pelts. Ard kissed her lips, down her jaw to her neck and to her collar. .... An hour later, Ard lay beside Estelle, both lying in the nude on the pelts and basking in the afterglow of their tryst. As she lay there, the elf's seed trickling out of Estelle, though there was little risk of pregnancy, elf and human only rarely managed to breed. The decades of experience had made the elf an astounding lover, very different from her friend from back home. Ard had shown the Human noble heights of pleasure she had never known, teaching her a lot about how to please a man and how a man could pleasure a woman. Ard for his part was quite satisfied with Estelle's companionship, she had been quite timid at first but got into things rather quickly. He leaned over and gave the human girl a kiss, his hands caressing her jaw. Parting lips, he smiled, 'I am glad you visited my tent tonight, Estelle.' [Sorry for skipping forward, but I didn't really feel like doing a lengthy sex scene.]
Caster can't help but let out a dominant growl at the sight of her, reaching down to enter her pussy with his fingers, his touch skillful, before he withdraws them. "Go to the tent." He orders. "When I find you, I want to see you on your knees, understood?" He takes hold of her chin, lifting her face up until they're making direct eye contact. "And you're not to masturbate until I arrive. Got it? I'll make sure we're not disturbed."
Matthias nods, and together they walk inland, towards the tower. They make it about half way before Verena's ears perk up, and she realises that they're being followed.
She blushes, finishing her glass. "Well, don't tell anyone, but I have heard that you're quite...gifted."
"Haahn." Gasping as his fingers touched her drenched pussy, Mirellia couldn't help but shiver in excitement. But as he withdrew his digits, she let out a frustrated whimper. Until she heard his command, "Aahn... y-yes, sir." She replied in a submissive tone, completely different from her usual cold one. The sexy milf hurriedly puts on her dress, before running toward her tent. Not even bothering to remove the collar. Once there, she slips off her dress, kneeling on her bed as she waited for Caster.
Gustav coats his silver sword and drinks his potion as well. "I'm with you." Heading down the right tunnel, they find the walls beside them growing narrower and narrower, until finally they open up again and the pair of witchers enter into a large room. The first thing Trista's cat eyes recognise are the bodies. A number of corpses in the armour of Kaedweni soldiers litter the ground, their breastplates torn open by claws. Near them, she sees a small box of coins, and a piece of paper.
Trista look in the shadows, if there is no monster hidding down there and grap piece of paper to read it.
Varrin blushed as well. “So I have been told...” He coughed and looked at their empty glasses. “Perhaps we should go back to your room and continue the conversation there? If you have too much to drink I might have to carry you back. Don't get me wrong – I'd be happy to carry you, but it might be embarrassing for you if we are seen.” He suggested.
(No problem) Estelle giggles and caresses his chest. "So am I, Ard." She bites her lip for a moment. "Who are you, Ard? You're not like any elf I've ever seen."
Verena walks slower and whispers at Matthias. "Take The lead and walk ahead. We are followed. Dont look behind You or You spook off whatever it is. I'm right behind You...."
After a few excruciating minutes, Mirellia sees the tent flap open, and the coachman walks inside, carrying several straps made of leather. "Good girl." He walks towards her, and begins binding her hands, before standing in front of her, idly groping her breasts. "I want you to please me, with your mouth." Caster undoes his pants, revealing a large cock within them, not quite as thick as Ashton's or Gunther's, but longer. The length before her springs up to slap against her face, a drop of precum rubbing against her cheek.
Ard chuckled and his hand moved lower to caress Estelle's arm, as his pale grey eyes looked at her ocean blue ones, 'I am not surprised, I am from a very different tribe of elves than the ones you know here. Though... these last few years I am not so sure myself who I really am. Maybe I am growing old and soft, living among Dh'oine and Aen Seidhe.' He wrapped his arm around her and drew her in to his strong body, 'We should probably get some sleep, if we want to be on the road to Vizima early in the morning.'
Shuddering in excitement as Caster arrived, Mirellia's arousal was at an all time high. Causing her erotic scent to fill the tent, she allowed him to bind her. Biting her lower lips as he groped her through the thin material of her underwear, he'd be able to feel how hard her nipples were. And as soon as he gave his first command, the sexy milf nods. Looking at his crotch expectantly, surprised to see he had such a length. "Yes, sir." Mirellia said in a quivering voice, as his meatpole slapped her. The sexy milf hurriedly began licking his cock, her tongue dancing around his tip. Before opening her mouth wide, allowing his length to enter. "Gghlp." And to his surprise, the noblewoman pushes herself down his length. Deep throating his cock with ease, Mirellia shows him... or rather lets him feel her skills in fellatio, which was good enough to put an experienced whore to shame.
Looking around, she finds no one. Taking a look at the note, her eyes, enhanced by the Cat potion, are able to read the letters after a few moment. Hey, you three. The local woodsman's becoming a problem. He keeps threatening to expose us if we don't stop. Obviously, I'm not here to tell three royal soldiers how to do their job, but maybe he could have an 'accident', or be killed while 'resisting arrest?' I don't care how you do it, just get rid of the woodsman. I've found a new guy who can replace him, someone smart enough not to ask questions, so all you need to do is kill the current one, and we'll all be sitting on a pile of gold. P.S: Speaking of gold, the box is filled with your payment. I know you guys only work after being paid an advance. -Anezka Thinking back, Trista remembers that someone last night had called the innkeeper Anezka.
"Why not?" Angelica nods, standing unsteadily. She giggles at the idea of him carrying her, but after stumbling a little, says "Carrying me might be a bit much, but perhaps I can lean on you?" Sliding an arm around Varrin's shoulder, the milf lets him help her to her room.
Matthias doesn't speak, simply nodding as he begins to walk in front of her. Verena feels the creature drawing a little closer.
"You weren't particularly soft earlier." She chuckles. "Good night." Estelle kisses the rider of the hunt, before quickly falling asleep in his arms. After an eventful day, Ard feels himself falling asleep not long after. He wakes early the next morning, the young woman still in his arms, breathing softly.
