She had to look over the stone works and thing about it. It was difficult to determine. All of them would be useful. Not being worn down as easily had advantages, but so did pure defensive power. Her dress could already take a few more hits than it would lead people to believe, but if they were going to hunt down this criminal vault, she probably would need something more durable than what she had. Making her magic more powerful would have plenty of uses, though it wasn't as if she actually knew a lot of magic...and it wasn't really going to help with her divination. Though...if she was going to be with a group against these criminals, she wouldn't be there to rip heads and go blow for blow with thugs. Her main utility would be her war dance....combine that with something empowering her admittedly, only average magic into a proper force....her allies could potentially tear right through the enemy like they were paper. Resolving that this was the best option as long as she could manage keeping out of the enemy's face, she began to slip her own dress off, carefully placing it on the table as the red head milf was left in her lacy black underwear. She couldn't work on her clothes if she was still wearing them, after all. She wasn't too ashamed to strip in front of her own husband, him getting a perfect sight of her curves as she moved to the workbench, rounded ass bouncing and following behind her. As she turned to look over her husband, her tits followed, that slight jiggle coming with them as they strained against the cloth. "I'd be happy if we could make sure I didn't have any interruptions."
'No need to thank me, it was mutually beneficial,' Ard nodded to Kyra, 'Relax a little and enjoy yourself, we will speak again later, I am sure.' He turned to Abigail, 'Should we head out?'
"By taking her master's cum deep in her pussy." He grins, striking her nipples once more, and then her clit.
"Not an elf or a dwarf, a monster that doesn't think." The rider grips his weapon tighter, and Verena can feel the mud and grass beneath her feet beginning to develop a layer of frost. "Now, enough stalling, mutant. Make your choice."
Ignazy shakes his head. "To be honest, I have no idea. When I'm in my werewolf form, I tend to act on impulse, so I attacked him. As a human, though, I have no evidence to judge him guilty or innocent."
She feels Samuel's eyes on her when she undresses, but there's a feeling that he's not really driven by lust, but merely admiring her looks, which fails to excite her. The bookish man stands and walks over to the door, locking it. "There we are. If any girls need me, they'll have to wait." He walks back to her, kissing her cheek and sitting down. "You look lovely, by the way."
The witch nods and stands. "We're headed to the marketplace. My contact has a little shop off the main square. Be careful, Vizima's not a particularly nice place. There's a thousand people here who'd happily put a knife between your ribs, for a thousand reasons."
"Mmmh!" Whimpering as he once again attacked her sensitive bits, Mirellia was struggling to keep herself from cumming. "P-please, fuck me, u-use my as your cum dump!" She pleaded, pulling her panties to the side to reveal her dripping wet lower lips. Though Caster could tell, that once he penetrated her, she'd orgasm instantly.
Trista nod for that. "All right, so first let's go deal with the bandits lair, to rip of their claws and later we will take care of innkeeper." She said and put silver sword on her back.
"Forgive my lady, I thought that my role would be just information extraction, and someone else would be leading the mission." Lutz said, bowing slightly. He thought the dwarf was one of the underworld contacts - was he to be his partner for that mission?
“Not as much as you.” She went to work with the process of incorporating and introducing the broken up powder from the stone into the lining. Using the tools was pretty natural for her, but she stayed careful of avoiding any missed steps.
"You might be disobedient, but at least you know how to beg." Caster undoes his clothes, standing naked in the stall, cock standing high and firm. Grabbing a stool, he sits down on it. "Why, though, should I do all the work? You want this cock, slave? Then come and get it." Reaching out, he grabs her hands and pulls her close. "This is a stable, after all, so ride me." She sees his cock twitch in anticipation.
Ignazy nods, standing and taking hold of his axe. Trista, Gustav, Ignazy and Bogrid arrive at the ruins at sunset, the location deep in the woods. Trista spots four sentries standing around the perimeter, and hears voices from closer to the center, smelling smoke and assuming that there's a campfire there. Gustav looks to his fellow witcher. "How do you want to do it? A frontal assault, or maybe stealth?"
Sophia shrugs. "I thought you capable of making a plan for the criminals to execute. If you don't feel up to the task, however, I can find someone else."
"Ha! If only that were true." Samuel smirks, before quieting down and letting his wife do her work. It isn't long before she sees the glowing magical energy of the stones disappear, only to reappear on the fabric, visible only to her. Running her hands across her skimpy outfit, the enchantress knows that the work has been completed successfully.
Once he sat down, and finished speaking. Mirellia immediately moved, facing him as she grabs his cock, aligning it agaist her drenched hole. "Aahn." The sexy milf let out a whimper, knowing she'd cum once it was inside. But before Caster could speak, Mirellia impales herself on his meatpole. The soaked velvety walls of her pussy clinging tightly onto him, letting him feel each and every fold. "Aaaahn!" While the sexy milf moaned, squirting once again, pushing her breasts against his face as her stocking-clad legs quivered from the intense sensations.
Trista look at their party and shake head. "There is three of us in full plate armour, ewen with our mutants skills, we won't hide our present. And I prefer not taking my armor off, just before battle. Let's hit for them, fast and strong, we should be able to scared of at least few of them." She said and get her steel sword in hand and make quen spell to protect hersellf from arrows. " Alright men, follow me! " She said give run to the enemy.
'Thank you for the warning,' Ard nodded to Abigail. He collected his sword from the guards and hid his coin pouch beneath his clothes, before they headed to the marketplace.
Finishing her work, she gets changed and redressed. Now with her own work done, she opens the place back up to other people, so she can do some work for the girls and get on her good side, then she’d need to find Francois to ask him about who regularly visits.
