Hearing the sound of chatter, Mirellia stands up. "There are people approaching." She said in a hushed tone, just loud enough for the group to hear. "I suggest we hide, for now at least." She added, looking for a place to hide.
Heading out from the wilderness, Ard crosses the great bridge into the city, forced to marvel at how much more advanced it is than the world he's been trapped in. He walks unchallenged among his people, who stand respectfully out of the way of a member of the hunt. Heading through the city, he hears the sounds of partying and feasting, seeing dancers and artists littering the streets for one of the many, many festivals of the Aen Aelle. Finally, making his way through the throng, he sees his family's estate. He's satisfied to see that it's in good repair, though he only sees the family crest above the door, not the personal crest of one of his relatives, meaning that he's not sure who's in charge. Looking out front, he sees an obese Aen Aelle leaving the estate, recognising him as a local business magnate, though failing to remember his name. Behind him, he sees a face he knows well. (Ignore the cum) Evir'i, the family's head servant, farewells the businessman. Hailing from a world of immortal but pacifistic elves, Evir'i was taken as a slave and sold to Ard's family, but was freed after generations of faithful service, becoming employed by them. Diligent, faithful and kind, Ard's family trusts her implicitly, and Ard has known her all his life, even partially having been raised by her. Giving a bow to the exiting businessman, Evir'i turns and heads to go back into the house. Looking around, Ard sees that even if he doesn't want to announce himself, getting into the house won't be hard. Slaves work in the grounds, but he knows several rear entrances, and even an escape tunnel that leads straight into the building.
The blonde gasps as her clothes are cut open, revealing a curvy body beneath, but maintains her defiance. "Enjoy while you can, asshole. It's not like you could get a woman any other way."
"Aaaghg its....gonna...." Her Asshole twitches and swells large, indicating his next action on it will send her over The Edge.
She groans loud and cums, squirting into his Face. She mumbles in The afterglow, her Butthole still twitching slightly
Trista take a deep breath and follow busty woman to hiding, trying to make as little moves as she can. Plate armor is poor for sneaking so she has to be carefull to not let them hear her.
Unless her allies wanted to fight, which she doubted due to their fatigued state. Mirellia leads them to the small bluff, where they secretly watch the incoming people.
Heading up and out of sight, the two of them hear the clanking of plate armour, and speech in a language they don't know. From the noises, they guess that there aren't many people, Trista's ears in particular identifying only two.
He continues to play with her, and she feels her eyes grow heavy as she draws close to sleep, exhausted by her orgasm.
"You are correct about that." Lutz answered calmly as he removed her robe, then thorn of her underwear, leaving her only in her legwear - just the way he liked it. "But that's why I became really good at what I do." He said as he grabbed the bountiful of woman's chest and started groping them, checking the sensitivity. His fingers then ground against her labia, teasing her.
Letting out a sigh as they failed to understand the language, Mirellia carefully looks at their armor. Trying to ascertain whether or not they were with the wild hunt. "Hopefully this isn't a scouting party looking for us."
"There are only two of them, but I doubt they are looking for us. Stay quiet." She whisper to her companion, hoping to eardroop some information.
The elf lets out an involuntary moan, biting her lip as his skill sends shivers up her spine. "W-What do you even w-want in Tir na L-Lia? You'll die if you go there...or be e-enslaved." Lutz's employer, watching from her chair, sounds out. "That's none of your concern." The elf goes to say something in response, but all that comes out is a moan, as Lutz starts groping her breasts. She's not as sensitive as the priestess, but when he touches her labia he discovers that the groping has already made her wet.
@moonblack As they hide on the bluff, looking down, they see two figures approach the area where the portal was. Getting a better look, they see that the pair are clad in the black armour of the Wild Hunt. The huntsmen look around the area the group arived in, still talking to each. Their words are still too foreign to understand, but it's clear from their tone that they're confused, possibly irritated, but not suspicious or wary of danger. From what the group can determine, they're searching for something, but not for a threat.
Ard was tempted to join the revellers, but he didn't have that much time to waste. Happy to see a familiar face after so many years, he figured sneaking in would probably not be the best option, so he approached the doors Evir'i had just entered and gave them a knock.
Trista whisperd to her companions. "If they looking for something, weapon ready." She said grabing sword in hand. If they found them, she will be ready to strike, but best option will be stay hidding.
"Oh?" Lutz makes a surprised sound. "Are you maybe into ugly men like me?" he asks as he slides two fingers into her pussy and starts fingering the elf. He stops for a moment, when the elf's nipples are hard, then puts clamps over them.
