Danielle kept up her smile and showed her initiative by bringing him close, feeling her curves against his scrawny form. It was definitely a question for others how such a weak nerd looking guy could end up with such a sex bomb of a wife, but the amount of love doveyiness they shared was usually enough to make any onlookers tell them to dial it back. In private, she kept close, giving him a slow and deep kiss on the lips, before frowning herself. “I should be asking you that. Obviously, I have no plans on sex with random guys or stepping out on my perfect husband...but he might not even show up today and I might still get chosen by a few people to keep up appearances. I can make excuses or find ways to get out of it..but I’ll have to lead them on at least a little bit, to keep up appearances. None of those creeps can compare to you, but are you going to be alright with that? It’s not really all that different from my usual job, really, but...”
Sniffing inquisitively, Verena smells nothing but vegetables and a little bit of pork in the soup. "Sorry, miss." The man nods. "I'm Matthias. I was told to lead you to the elven ruins, if you wanted, or to lead you safely out of the swamps if you wanted to leave."
Samuel kisses her lips, softly but lovingly, and holds her close against him. "I trust you, Danielle. I know you'd never do anything to hurt me." He kisses her again, a little more deeply than last time.
"Ashton!" Mirellia yelled, her fingers instinctively forming the Aard sign, which sends a shockwace toward the elf. And as the squirrel was staggered, the noblewoman lunges toward him, stabbing her rapier toward his chest. Her rushed movements causing her long skirt to rip, giving her dress a high slit, which revealed the tops of her stockings. Once the elf was dead, Mirellia pulls out her blade, looking around for more enemies, while crouching in front of her son. Which causes the new slit on her dress to reveal her erotic... and already drenched panties to Ashton. "Are you alright?" She asked, while prepared to engage more elves if necessary.
“You know me so well.” She responded with a deeper and more sensual kiss, her passion increasing, but somewhat reluctantly pulling away. “Well...not time like the present. We’re going to have a lot of work to do, the both of us. I guess, I should go see the owner then...later, you can help me with my outfit, if we get the time. Or...I don’t think they would mind if you bought me for the night for yourself, it comes to it.”
Verena gulps down The Bowl of soup and stands up and walks close to him. "Well Maththias, If You bring me to those Ruins I would appreciate it. However I hope You are skilled with That Stick. There a some nasty creatures in these Swamps."
Trista yawn as she wake up, tried to remeber something from her dream. The elven ruins weren't rare, maybe if try harder, she will recognise the ruins of something well know. "My head... I want to finish job as soon as possible." She said to hersellf and wash her face in the cool water. Than, she begins getting dressed in her armor and clothes.
Mirellia feels the energy leaving her body, her elbow bending back slightly in recoil as the scoia'tael reels back from the shockwave, leaving him utterly defenceless against the noblewoman's blade. Gwyhyr stabs through the elf's thin clothes and through to his heart, killing him almost instantly. Looking down at her son, she catches Ashton sneaking a peek at her legs and panties, before he nods. "I'm fine, mother. Are you?" He struggles to make his way back to his feet, as a dwarf rushes towards them, a javelin in his hand, but is caught in the chest by Caster's crossbow bolt and sprawls to the ground. Looking around, Mirellia sees that the tide has turned against the scoia'tael. Now that the element of surprise has worn off, the better armed and armoured mercenaries are fighting off their opponents without much trouble. A horn blows from the treeline, and the elves retreat, rushing away out of sight between the trees. As the mercenaries let out a victorious cheer, Ashton grabs onto his mother's hand and pulls himself onto his feet, clinging to her for a few moments with their bodies pressed together.
Seeing a bolt land right onto the charing dwarf's chest, Mirellia looks at Caster, giving him an appreciative nod. As she acts like she didn't notice Ashton's wandering eyes, she helps her son up. Surprised as he goes in to embrace her, allowing him to smell her erotic scent, a little weaker than when they were in her tent, but he might still find out that his mother was still... in heat? Hearing the squirrel's call for retreat, Mirellia lets out a relieved sigh. Using one of the corpses' shirt to clean her blade, before sheating it. She looks toward the direction of the unconscious elf, and whether or not one of the squirrel's came to rescue her.
Samuel laughs. "I don't think I could afford a woman as fine as you. All right, would you like me to take you up to see the owner, or will you head up yourself?"
The soup is decent, especially for a witcher who isn't exactly used to gourmet meals. Matthias nods and picks up his staff. "I'm no Butcher of Blaviken, but I fought in King Foltest's army against the Nilfgaardians, and have been dealing with swamp beasts all my life, so I should be alright."
As Trista finishes with her armour and pulls on her gloves, she heard a knock at her door, Bogrid standing behind. "Oi, lass. You about ready? We're going ta' head off soon."
Ashton doesn't seem to react to her scent, but she can feel that he's hard as he presses against her. Almost reluctantly, the young man lets go, as Mirellia heads to the unconscious elf. She can hear Gunther at the head of the convoy, barking out orders, as she walks towards the woman, whose chest rises and falls steadily as she breathes, still unconscious. Near her is the corpse of another scoia'tael, who evidently tried to save her, and was killed in the attempt.
Trista smile and gently punch him in the shoulder. "Sure dwarf, ready as possible. Here, take it." She give to him oil for licantropes. "Before fight put it on your axe. Werewolf have regeneration ability, they can heal themself in the fight. Silver and these oil block their regeneration, what make killing them. But be carefool to not touch your skin or you get a rash." She warm him as they walk downstair. "Did Gustav get up already?"
Feeling her son's hardness, which had already penetrated her just this morning. Mirellia shuddered as they move apart, and just for a moment, Ashton would he able to see a different side to his mother. A side, he had only seen in his dreams. "You did great, Ashton. But you should work on your swordplay every now and then." And as the moment ended, the sexy milf was back to her usual stern self. Moving toward her captive, Mirellia decides to end the elf's life. Seeing as she'd only be tortured for information... and fun. The noblewoman quickly draws her gwyhyr, and thrusts upon the elf's chesr, ending her life quick and painlessly.
"I'll head up myself. I'll leave you to your work for now." Danielle left the room and and opted to head up stairs to find the brothel owner.
Ashton nods. "Perhaps you could train me?" Unconscious, the elf has no defence against gwyhyr, and is killed easily. As she stops moving, Gunther approaches Mirellia. "Well done, my dear. I saw you fighting earlier. Very impressive indeed." She sees that he also takes a quick peek at her exposed leg. "Will you be needing a new dress?"
Trista eat apple, and piele of bread as they walk to stables. "Mhm... Good, today we have to ask few question to woodmen." She said with full mouth and gulp her breakfest. As they found Gustav, she wave to him. "Hello wolf. Are you ready for hunting?" She started putting saddle on her horse.
Heading up to the top floor of the Passiflora, Danielle quickly finds herself in front of a door marked Manager. Opening the door, she sees an elegant but tastefully decorated office, with a severe looking older woman behind a desk, grey hair framing a wrinkled face that Danielle guesses would have been beautiful a few decades ago. The madame tilts her head and examines Danielle for a few moments. "Yes?"
