The Witcher - Stories from The Path RP

"That... that was because, nnh." The sexy milf shuddered as they began to caress her, her still heightened sensitivity causing her to quickly grow aroused. "S-stop this at... mmh. once." She tried to keep her composure, but they'll notice how much she struggled to do so.
Mirella feels herself flushed with pleasure as Gunther reaches out to pinch one of her nipples through the fabric of her chest, while Ashton moves in to kiss the nape of her neck. "That was because you have certain needs, my dear." Gunther smiles as he touches her. "And we're both willing and able to accommodate them. Better us, than some slaver who manages to capture you, right?"
 
The servants, a group of elves, get to work. A bearded man descends into the kitchen, maybe forty years of age, with a grumpy expression. "What's going on here? Who the hell are you?"
Trista started to cleaning mess on Selwyn torso, soap and water quicly become red.
"My name is Trista and I managed to save Selwyn from bandits attack. I just was in the area." She turn around for servant. "Where is that medic?! We need him here right now!"
 
Mirella feels herself flushed with pleasure as Gunther reaches out to pinch one of her nipples through the fabric of her chest, while Ashton moves in to kiss the nape of her neck. "That was because you have certain needs, my dear." Gunther smiles as he touches her. "And we're both willing and able to accommodate them. Better us, than some slaver who manages to capture you, right?"

"Mmh!" Throwing her head back, as her sensitive nipples was pinched. Followed by her own son kissing her nape, Mirellia began to shudder with need. Her pussy once again aching to be filled, while Gunther spoke. "Haahn." The sexy milf could only let out a needy moan in reply, as she felt her flimsy panties grow damp.
 
(Nah, I didn't see your post, and kind of forgot.)
The priestess cries out in pleasure and pain, her juices squirting out from between her legs. "Aiiii! F-Fuck! I s-swear not to seek vengeance. It's...just business... I understand."

"Hmm..." Lutz hummed as he grabbed her tits and hanged a small weight on each ring. It wasn't much, but it was noticeable. He then took a whip and struck her rear again. But this time stronger. The woman arched from pain, but the pleasure followed, shooting her. Then another followed, making her tits jump - the weights making it harder for her.

"You still did not answer my question." Lutz said as he rolled the whip. He then started rubbing it against the woman's sex. "You have to choices. You will either tell me, and I will fuck you - or you won't, and you will experience first hand why bullwhip is not to be used on pussy."
 
"I can brew the potion, with some ingredients." Isabella announces. "I-" She's cut off by the sounds of screaming from an alley.
@moonblack Varrin sees Trista run off, a wounded man on her back.
Varrin watched Trista vanish from sight, then looked at his sister. “Well, I guess we are on our own for now. Hopefully the guy, whoever he is, lives – I'd hate to see Trista's efforts go to waste. In any case there's no point standing around waiting. What would you like to do? We could explore the city some more, or we could go back to the inn – I memorized the way.” He was fine with either option, so he left the choice to his sister.
 
Abigail, worried about collateral damage, takes careful aim with her fire magic, sending a blast at the rusalka that forces the creature back and lets Ard slash into her chest. The creature moves backwards, beginning to retreat.
'You are not getting away that easily,' Ard said and conjured up another ball of frost, launching it at the monster.
 
The bandits are clearly experienced in running away from battle, splitting up in multiple directions, so she's unable to get them all. She manages to cut down a few, though, and one younger man trips and falls as he runs, raising his arms in surrender.
She holds the Edge of her Sharp Sword against his Throat.

"Who did You look for?! Answer Me!" She says in a menacing tone.
 
Trista started to cleaning mess on Selwyn torso, soap and water quicly become red.
"My name is Trista and I managed to save Selwyn from bandits attack. I just was in the area." She turn around for servant. "Where is that medic?! We need him here right now!"
The bearded man grumbles, but steps forward, removing his expensive tunic. "I was a medic in the Redanian army. Let me have a look at him. Get my tools!" He calls that last sentence to one of the servants.

Heading to Selwyn, the man examines him. "Damn it. I told the boy not to mes with Whoreson..."
 
"Mmh!" Throwing her head back, as her sensitive nipples was pinched. Followed by her own son kissing her nape, Mirellia began to shudder with need. Her pussy once again aching to be filled, while Gunther spoke. "Haahn." The sexy milf could only let out a needy moan in reply, as she felt her flimsy panties grow damp.
The two of them continue to caress her body, while Gunther explains. "When the job is done, and we return home, you'll divorce Wendel and marry me." Ashton begins to lift up her skirt. "To the world, you'll remain what you seem to be now, an elegant merchant's wife." Ashton grins. "But behind closed doors, you'll be our pet."
 
"Hmm..." Lutz hummed as he grabbed her tits and hanged a small weight on each ring. It wasn't much, but it was noticeable. He then took a whip and struck her rear again. But this time stronger. The woman arched from pain, but the pleasure followed, shooting her. Then another followed, making her tits jump - the weights making it harder for her.

"You still did not answer my question." Lutz said as he rolled the whip. He then started rubbing it against the woman's sex. "You have to choices. You will either tell me, and I will fuck you - or you won't, and you will experience first hand why bullwhip is not to be used on pussy."
"F-Fine..." She moans and slumps forwards, exhausted. "I'll tell you... Just remember my offer..." She gasps, and after regaining her breath, begins to give Lutz a list of names and locations.
 
Varrin watched Trista vanish from sight, then looked at his sister. “Well, I guess we are on our own for now. Hopefully the guy, whoever he is, lives – I'd hate to see Trista's efforts go to waste. In any case there's no point standing around waiting. What would you like to do? We could explore the city some more, or we could go back to the inn – I memorized the way.” He was fine with either option, so he left the choice to his sister.
Isabella stares at her brother for a moment. "I think we should go back to the inn. We have a little unfinished business, I'd say."
 
Heading back to the inn, the bartender hands Varrin the keys to his room with a knowing smirk, and together the siblings head upstairs. As the door closes behind them, Isabella gives him a seductive grin.
Varrin returned the grin. “Well, here we are. Nice room... Say, do you know a spell that would prevent people from eavesdropping on us? Just in case...”
 
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