Once she was ushered inside, Mirellia immediately takes her time to cleanse herself. As she knew what was coming next. They day went by in a blur, and the sexy milf eagerly waited in her room.
When she heard the knock, her heart skipped a beat. And soon, the three men entered. With the old, fat man handing her a collar. She shuddered as she choice was left to her, but it didn't even take her that long to decide. "I... expect to be fucked unconscious every night." She replied as she stood up, causing her unfastened dress to open.
Revealing her erotic lingerie underneath, as her hands reach fornthe collar. Which she quickly locks around her neck, "Aaahn." She moaned, her stocking-clad legs shuddering from excitement.
"Oh, believe me, my dear." Gunther smirks and strokes her cheek. "We can fulfill that demand."
TWO MONTHS LATER
"Mirellia! Mirellia! My love! Please, let's just talk!" Mirellia hears Wendel's voice out the window, the bankrupt merchant somewhere down on the street below, as she begins to come down from her pleasure high. Hours of constant fucking have taken their toll on the milf and left her exhausted, and Ashton, Gunther and Caster have done little to alleviate her fatigue. "Fuck...Coming!" With a cry, the carriage driver lets loose, flooding Mirellia's womb with his seed.
Normally, the coach driver isn't allowed to fill up Mirellia's cunt like that, but given that she's already pregnant, Gunther has decided to allow the young man leave to cum where he pleases, a reward for excellent service, and his work in corrupting the milf. Despite the fact that she has a child growing within, fathered by Gunther or Ashton, the truth of the matter both impossible to discern and entirely irrelevant, Mirellia has received little opportunity to rest in the days following her marriage to Gunther. With the money earned from king Auberon, the pair have been able to increase their standing and power, due largely to Mirellia's hard work during the day, and pleasurable whoring at night with various contacts, trading her body for favours or coin.
Wendel's pleading cries for her to take him back fade away, as Mirellia feels herself being carried from the bedroom of their new mansion. The world is still a blur as she's taken to the opulent bath chamber, the room twice the size of the bedroom she shared with her first husband, and is washed, before servants reapply her makeup and fix her seductive lingerie.. Finally, she's returned to the bedroom, clean and desirable. Her hand instinctively goes to grab Gwyhyr and her dagger as she hears unfamiliar footsteps coming up the stars, and barging into her bedroom, her skills still practiced despite her new life. Looking at the intruder, however, she drops the weapons almost immediately.
"Job's done. They're all dead." Gustav tells Gunther, the witcher having returned to this world not long after Mirellia, taking up a job hunting people instead of monsters, enemies of Gunther and his wife.
"Good. The payment's downstairs." Gunther replies, grinning.
"Thanks." The witcher looks at Mirellia with open lust. "Think I'll take my bonus now, though."
As Gustav's massive cock impales her, Mirellia can't help but think to herself how she ever tried to resist this. This was her life, now, and what a wonderful life it was.
ENDING: BUILDING A DYNASTY
