Alain looks up, giving her a loving smile. "I've wanted that for so long." While she's still stunned, he reaches up to kiss her lips. "So, what do you think of my spell?" His smile turns to a grin, and Danielle realises that his cock is still inside her.
Mirellia approaches him, her expression let her frustration be known. "P-private... somewhere... where's your room." She asked, her voice completely void of her usual strict tone. And with how close they were, Castdr would be able to see her nipples poking through her tight dress.
Verena curses. It was for reasons like that, that She worked alone. She hurries down the Stairs again to follow The Mysterious Figures from a safe distance and out of sight.
Caster gives a cruel chuckle, as he grabs hold of his employer's arm. "Oh, you don't get a room." He pulls her into the stables with him, shoving her roughly into one of the empty stalls, and closing the door behind him. Reaching out, he grabs one of her nipples and twists roughly. "What, the whorehouse got you all worked up?"
"That...you..." She tried to think of what to say. Worse was the fact that she still felt herself aroused for reasons that she hated herself for. Why did she still feel arousal from this? For many reasons, her face was red from the confusion and embarrassment. "What did...you basically just assaulted me." As much as she tried to call it that, she hadn't actually worked all that hard to pull or push him away, still feeling that lingering hardness inside of her. "And...pull out already." She somewhat paused at the last part, as if having to remind herself to say it.
Heading back down, Verena gets to see the figures from a closer distance, her sharp eyes picking up the details of their armour. They mount dark horses, preparing to ride away, though Verena isn't sure where they can ride to, given that this is an island.
Verena has a Suspicion who they are and stays in cover. She wouldnt be able to take them on alone. She keeps on watching them.
"Aahn." Moaning as she's lead to the stable, Mirellia shuddered. "W-wait, here, people might hear." She said in a low, submissive tone. Before shuddering as he pinched her nipple. Causing her lust to once again take the better of her. The noblewoman hurried undoes her clothes, but makes sure it remained clean, to prevent questions from being asked. Once her dress was removed, Mirellia stands in front of Caster in nothing but her erotic lingerie. Her juices already leaking through her panties. "Aaah... master."
Then she acts against her better judgement and walks out from cover. "The Wild Hunt....Your far from Home"
"Of course, mother." Alain pulls his cock out, all at once, causing her to feel a rush of pleasure. "Now, I actually have one more spell I'd like to show you." Before she can react, Danielle sees Alain grab a flower from his discarded clothes, much like the one she used herself to probe memories. "I paid a fortune for this," she hears him say, "let's see if it works." He plucks one of the petals. Danielle comes to her senses a few hours later, clothes fixed, but her mind a little groggy, as she tries to remember what happened. Soon enough, her 'memory' returns to her, images coming to mind of Alain showing off some of his newly found pyromancy powers, flames coming to his fingertips, before the two spent their time together in a magic lesson. It's not much, but a marked improvement over his previous magical abilities. Her son sits at the other end of the room, practicing with his lute. As Danielle looks upon him, she can't help but think that he looks more manly and handsome, a strange feeling of attraction coming unbidden at the back of her mind. Alain stands, putting aside his instrument. "All right, I think it's been enough time. I'll go out and see if they approach me to ask what I thought of you. I'll talk about your professionalism, or something, so that they're impressed with you." (Hope that wasn't too incoherent)
The sudden disappearance of his cock left her feeling empty, her cunt eager to replace it back, but too caught up with her proper focus returning, she had gotten up and quickly moved to redress herself as she scowled, almost looking seriously ready to debate at the very least hitting him for what he had just done. While she tried to make her best menacing face, even though she was clearly angry, with her features, even her scowling tended to look somewhat sexual as if daring someone to use her while she was making that face of hate at them. It didn't help that she instinctively crossed her arms and brought her chest up as the small crackle of electricity from her fingertips emerged. Alain knew as rightfully pissed off as she was, she would never actually hurt her own son as much as she tried to seem threatening. "I don't know if I should report you to the guard or tell your father. One thing is for sure. Don't come home." As she was busy threatening to kick him out which was still probably an underreaction all things considered, Alain began the process of his spell. Not that it would change anything. "What? You're trying to read the future to find out if I'm bluffing? I'm telling you now, I'm not kidding." She had assumed he was using it for the same reasons as her but then the sudden...wave? Cloud? She didn't remember or see what it was. "Looks like you've come a long way. See? Isn't magic a much better use of your time than chasing girls?" Like nothing happened. His mother smiled again. The past few hours just gone. She continued the conversation as if nothing had changed or like she had even noticed how much time had actually passed. Back to being friendly and loving, the whole event had effectively never happened in her mind. Though Alain could still see the results of his work in her dress still not being put on quite properly and leaving him with a loose view of one of her still stiffened nipples, she had failed to notice. Her mind had reset. The state of her body, had not. The traces of arousal were still present, but she seemed to have completely forgotten about them or just wasn't calling attention to them. When... She was focused on another question. She could still feel. The warm wet traces of his semen still overflowing her womb from where he had came inside. The bard would realize the risk of getting his mother pregnant, but if that happened, she wouldn't even be aware of it until it started to show. Danielle could feel the oddness in her crotch. Her brain had landed on the idea that she and Samuel must have had made some time for each other earlier...he did surprisingly well too. With her mind filling in the blanks on it's own, she probably wouldn't even realize the actual cause or how even if she did end up pregnant. Alain could guess the risk, but his mother's face showed that she was oblivious to any of the implications. "Alright. I want to see how those skills are coming along, so come back soon. I want to see you stick with it." Unaware that they were talking about two completely different things, she praised his fire magic skills. "You're growing into quite the man now. You'll do great."
Trista scratch her head, thinking about this. "So that mean, only us three will enter to these ruin, when stay outside and catching these who run away? Or you know how to figth without your werewolf form?" She asked, wondering what to do with secend woodsmen, in their party.
“Ooohhhh! Angelica... your ass... this feels... incredible...” Varrin moaned in pleasure as his mother's ass squeezed him before relaxing. With some effort he managed to get his entire length inside and paused briefly, letting the MILF get used to the feeling of his cock filling her. Then he slowly pulled out until only the head remained inside, before thrusting forward again, and again, and again, gradually speeding up, soon getting into a rhythm. “Amazing... your ass feels amazing, Angelica...” Varrin managed to say between hard thrusts and moans of pleasure. He wanted to prolong this as much as he could, but it felt too good, and the knowledge that he was fucking a virgin ass, never before touched by another man or woman, was not helping with his self control. He could tell he would not last much longer. “I'm getting close... can I come inside, Angelica? Or should I pull out and come on your ass instead?” He asked as he kept fucking his lover hard and fast, trying to get her off before he reached his own peak.
Ard looked around the city streets before he answered Abigail, 'We should bring Estelle home first, get a place to stable the horse.'
Lutz nodded. "It shall be done discreetly. I understand that you don't want the officer to survive?" He said, not really asking the question. In this kind of operation, no witnesses was the policy, from what he heard. The reason why he was on this mission, became clearer. The question was, would he be allowed to live after it. "Who shall be accompanying me, my lady?" He asked.
Caster chuckles. "You really need it, don't you?" His expression darkens, however. "Who told you that you could remove your dress, whore? You undress when I say you can. I think you need to be punished." The milf sees her master take hold of a riding crop.
The riders of the hunt, three of them, turn quickly, distorted sounds coming from their helmets that Verena judges to be some sort of dialogue between them. Looking at the witcher, they brandish weapons.
Seeing his expression change, Mirellia shuddered in excitement. But as he told her off, the sexy milf whimpered. "A-aahn... forgive me, master. I-I just thought." She said, despite placing her hands on a wall, presenting her ass toward him. Where he'd see her dripping wet cunt, covered by her erotic panties.
Alain gives a pleased smile. "If it makes you happy, I'll keep training. All right, I'll see you in a little while, it's probably best if we don't talk too much while you're here, for obvious reasons." The young bard walks over to his mother and kisses her cheek, the chaste show of affection bringing her an inappropriate feeling of warmth. "Love you." He walks out the door. Danielle is left on her own for about half an hour, until she hears a knocking at the door.
She flushes slightly from the kiss, without really noticing, but soon Alain leaves her to herself in the room to sit on the bed for a bit. Sighing , the day somehow felt more exhausting than it has been and the knocking gets her attention. “It’s open.” She sat on the bed waiting to see who it was.
