She takes The Bottle.
(It's a 'fantasy'. Sorry, I should have specified that they're the mercs Gunther hired. Mirellia recognises them from the trip.)
"Our village isn't really like that." He shakes his head. "We live outside of most of society, so we don't really encounter the other races. Some people here have never even heard of elves and dwarves, let alone hate them." He takes back the bottle. "We don't lecture people. Honestly, it's not bad here, besides the monsters. The society you're thinking of are the cities and castles."
(No worriess, just wanted to make sure.)
The trees flanking the grove are so thick and frequent that it almost seems like there's no space to hide, but Lutz and his companion manage to tuck themselves in and hide with their horses, though they can't move around, just hide and wait for the singer to pass. Looking onto the hidden road, Lutz sees a cart emerge from around the corner, an old man driving it and singing some bawdy song about whores, while a muscular thug stands at the side with a club, looking for trouble.
She leans back and crosses her legs.
"You've been surpressing your desires." The man moves aside her panties, beginning to finger fuck her pussy. Looking around, she sees the other mercs beginning to remove their armour, revealing their muscular bodies and erect cocks. "For years, you pretended to be a cold, distant housewife, when you really wanted someone to fuck you like Gustav did all those years ago." The other men get closer, beginning to touch and grope her body. "Your desires are beginning to appear in your dreams, because you weren't acting them out in real life. You've started to, but until you really give into your desires, your dreams will continue to grow more intense." The man doesn't sound like a mercenary anymore, though the rest still do, as they make lewd comments about her body.
Matthias gulps. "Drank their blood? Wore their skins?" He shakes his head. "You must be kidding."
"No thank you. Getting kidnapped was enough for me." He grins. "Speaking of which. The things that got me, were they the Wild Hunt?"
The trees flanking the grove are so thick and frequent that it almost seems like there's no space to hide, but Lutz and his companion manage to tuck themselves in and hide with their horses, though they can't move around, just hide and wait for the singer to pass. Looking onto the hidden road, Lutz sees a cart emerge from around the corner, an old man driving it and singing some bawdy song about whores, while a muscular thug stands at the side with a club, looking for trouble.
For a moment, Lutz thinks that that's it, but from his hiding spot, he soon sees a figure following after the cart, stealthily.
The woman draws two daggers, heading for the cart and the men, who don't see her.
The dwarf nods, and soon both the cart and the woman go out of sight, towards the city. As Lutz and his companion leave their hiding spot, they hear a shout and a scream of pain from the direction the cart went, and then no sounds at all. Heading down the secret road for another mile or so, they soon find that it intersects with the main road. Looking towards the city on the horizon, Lutz sees the royal guard soldiers far behind him, and notes with satisfaction that he's managed to make it past them without any confrontations. He can now head towards his destination, though there's still a far way to go.
"If you say so, I won't tell them anything." He nods. "You can count on me. Besides, I was unconscious the whole time, so I couldn't tell them much anyway."
It isn't long before the mercenaries join the milf on the bed. Mirellia's night is filled with pleasure, as the men gangbang her vigorously, fucking her in every hole over and over again, until she totally loses track of the world outside of the pleasure they're bringing to her. After what seems like an age, the men are spent, having each cum on or inside the milf multiple times. Groaning, they dress and leave her on the bed, wracked with pleasure.
Samuel moves atop her, continuing to kiss her, mouth pressing against her neck now as his hands shrug away the straps of her dress and reveal her breasts. As he gropes and squeezes at her chest, it still doesn't feel like her husband's touch, though it does feel slightly familiar. She can't remember why, though. "I guess I finally realised what a stunner my wife was." He sits up for a moment, removing his clothes. Her husband looks surprisingly fit, moreso than when he left their home to come to Novigrad many months ago, and his cock stands up more impressively than she remembers as well.
