“You're such a tease, Maddie...” Varrin groaned in a mix of pleasure and disappointment. “Still, this feels good, so I am not complaining... Any preference about where I should come? All over your feet, or someplace else?”
They're allowed inside the palace, there apparently being some sort of event on in which commoners are allowed to attend. Lutz sees that he's not the only person with a human slave, as well as slaves of other races, so they blend in. Inside, they see people drinking and revelling, but at the entrance to the library stand two armed guards.
Eileann sighs when she hears what Evir'i did. "Typical Evir'i, thinking of my happiness, and not giving a damn about her own." She looks up at Ard. "Evir'i loves you as much as I do. In this way, not the way you know normally." She gestures between each other.
It isn't long before Auberon starts to moan. She quickly feels him grow hard again in her mouth, and he starts moving her head back and forth. "Damn it... You're giving Madeline a run for her money..."
'She does?' Ard looked quite surprised, 'Well... she is very attractive, but I see her too much as my mother to see her that way, I am afraid. But... how do you feel about her? Perhaps... we could surprise her?'
“Well, in that case let's see where it lands...” Having had enough of her teasing Varrin grabbed Madeline's feet and held them in place, pressed against his dick. Then he started thrusting hard and fast, fucking her feet, his arousal growing, until finally he came, his thick cum shooting out of his cock and all over his sister. When he was done cumming he looked down at Madeline and examined the result.
Hearing the king's moans, Mirellia's competitive side takes over. "Mmmh." She continued deepthroating his cock, and once she feels he's close to cumming. The sexy milf takes his entire length inside her mouth, bobbing her head down his length, until her nose touches his pelvis. She doesn't move back until she's swallowed his entire load, or he pushes her away.
Verena readies herself for whatever comes towards them, angling her Sword over her Shoulder and pointing forward.
Lutz looks at the guards, considering just knocking them out, but decided against it. "Will you be able to enter and bring us inside? And can you teleport us out, once we have the artefact?" Lutz asked as he looked over the duo of female guards. He might try to seduce them, maybe bring the duo as prisoners back. Maybe he could keep them...
Varrin feels himself erupt, his seed covering his sister's thighs, stomach and breasts. Madeline chuckles, collecting a drop on her finger. "Been saving it up for me, have you?"
"Hm, you refuse my offer, but still willingly put yourself in a position where I could keep you for myself, and you'd be unable to stop me." Auberon mocks, as his cock travels down her throat, before finally filling her stomach with his cum. Pulling out, he wipes himself clean on her cheeks, before allowing her to collapse onto the bed.
As she looks, she sees the branches part, and a rider of the Wild Hunt stumbles into the area. The blonde jumps in shock, as Verena gets a good look at the warrior. His armour is scratched and dented, and he seems tired, the sounds of his heavy breathing coming even through the helmet. "W-Witcher..."
The elves on the door look back at him as they spot him staring, but make no moves away from their post. Spoiler: Guards Aelle nods. "I think I can teleport us out. As for whether they'll let me in, I'm not sure."
"A debt... You owe a debt... Witcher." The huntsman slowly rises, the blonde looking at the two in confusion. "It is...time to repay it."
"Haaaah." Mirellia let out a deep breath as his cock finally leaves her throat, barely even reacting as he wiped his shaft on her cheeks. "Of... course. A little... danger goes a long way in enhancing the pleasure one feels." She replied as she collapses on the bed, her juices soaking onto the tops of her stockings. While his cum slowly dried on her back.
Lutz nods. "Do you think I would be able to seduce them? Or would they be interested if you offered me to fuck them?" That was simple thinking, but due to low birthrates, elves had a kind of reputation for fucking.
"Is that so?" Auberon grins. "Maybe you just understand your place, human. In any case, you've fulfilled your part of the bargain." Crossing over to his desk, he opens a box and withdraws an elegant looking dagger, the metal a glimmering form of meteorite ore, with a bejeweled hilt. Mirellia gets the idea that it would be worth a lot in her homeworld, or make a fine companion to Gwyhyr in a fight.
