Varrin greedily swallowed as much of Isabella's sweet nectar as he could. Even after she had finished cumming he kept licking, until he was sure there was no more to be had.
'And what do you expect us to do about it? I am not sure what you want from us, vatt'ghern,' Ard told the witcher, 'First, you do not want to have anything to do with us, now you are coming after us.'
Seeing that they were already perving on her, Mirellia is able to easily to get the guards to pay attention to her. Saria looks uncertain. "I don't know... I'd like more freedom, but I don't know if I'd be able to my show anymore."
Gustav grunts a little, but his armour protects him from getting hurt badly, as she snatches his vodka away, the drink bringing warmth to her chest. Gustav gives a little chuckle, turning around to face her. "What, you wanted to cuddle afterwards?" He gives her a devious grin. "You were asleep for a long while. I got bored of waiting."
It takes a few moments for Isabella to become coherent again. When she recovers from her orgasm, body flushed red and eyes flashing with primal need, she doesn't respond to his request. Instead, she grabs him by the neck and pulls him in for a passionate kiss, before shoving him back on the bed and mounting him. Rubbing his cock along her entrance to tease him, she grins wolfishly. "How many times have you imagined this, I wonder?"
Abigail looks to Trista, shaking her head. "What is it exactly that you want with us? Are you planning to use that blade of-" She cuts herself off, looking towards the sphere in Ard's hand, which now blazes with magical light.
Heading outside to look up at the sun, he sees that the interrogation took quite a while, almost a full day. It's morning outside, the people along the docks moving about to go to their workplaces, on fishing and trade boats, or to market stands and warehouses along the shoreline.
She looks at him weakly. "D-Deal... Pay...you..."
@Sabine Wren As Ard holds the sphere, he sees it growing brighter and brighter, pulsing with power like it would with a navigator using it.
"I think I satiated your needs pretty well upstairs." He grins and eats some dried bacon. "As for the siblings, nah. I think they're having round two."
"I mean, that sounds nice. But..." She gives a confused look. "Aren't you here for a job? Why are you here if you've got somewhere like that?"
"Man of your word, eh?" The words echo out into the silence of the basement, and turning his head, Lutz sees his dwarf companion looking at them, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "Strange thing for a torturer to have a sense of honour. Or are you just worried she'd stab you in the back." Lutz recalls that he locked the door securely.
