The Witcher - Stories from The Path RP

[majus]

As Lutz heads for the stairs, the dwarf joins him, fresh from his own reconnaissance, informing him of some side roads out of the city that would avoid the guard checkpoint and swamps, though apparently those routes are having severe monster troubles at the moment. The dwarf enters his own room, leaving Lutz to retire for the evening. Inside, he sees the maid from before, fluffing the pillows of Lutz's bed. "Oh, sorry sir." She looks up. "I'll be done in just a moment." The redhead gets back to her work.

Lutz from his side informed the dwarf of what he learned, before entering the room. Seeing the maid, Lutz paused. He didn't say anything, just sat there and carefully observed the woman working. It was somewhat untypical for inn to take such care of clients... not unheard of but he did not except that from this place.

"Have you done my companion's bed already?" He asked.

 

[Tjf]

Mirellia played along until they reached the changing room, "Really now, but... I did expect this the moment you said the meeting was in a bathhouse." She sighed as she removes her dress, revealing her erotic undergarments, and the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. The sexy milf then removes her lingerie, revealing her neatly trimmed bush, and pink lower lips. She hurriedly covers herself with a towel, and follows Ashton back into the bathing area.

Ashton makes no disguise of the way he looks eagerly at her naked body. "Enough talk." He speaks in an authoritative tone, brooking no discussion as he eases into the role of her lover. "Let's go, before he gets impatient." Giving her ass a gentle spank, he walks back into the room with Mirellia. "So, Mr Varese-" Ashton speaks as he sits down opposite the dwarf, before being cut off. "My friends call me Cleaver." Ashton nods, referring to him by that name.

What follows is a long and tedious session of haggling, though Mirellia's sharp mind and background as a merchant's wife allow her to follow the conversation without difficulty. As expected, the dwarf, who she gathers is the leader of one of Novigrad's four largest criminal organisations, tries to set an absurdly low price for Ashton's goods, at which point Ashton counters with the secret information he uncovered, flustering Cleaver and forcing him to raise his price significantly. "Fine, boy. You're a decent negotiator, for a child." Cleaver's eyes move to Mirellia. "But dwarves don't much care for getting a poorer deal than they bargained for. If you don't want me to walk, you'll throw in a bonus." He grins. "I want to try out your whore."

 

[Tjf]

Lutz from his side informed the dwarf of what he learned, before entering the room. Seeing the maid, Lutz paused. He didn't say anything, just sat there and carefully observed the woman working. It was somewhat untypical for inn to take such care of clients... not unheard of but he did not except that from this place.

"Have you done my companion's bed already?" He asked.

The maid seems a little uncomfortable at the close observation, but continues to work. "Ah, no, sir. I'm doing his next. Your door is closer to the stairs, and I tend to work from the closest room to the furthest."

 

[asddas193]

Ashton makes no disguise of the way he looks eagerly at her naked body. "Enough talk." He speaks in an authoritative tone, brooking no discussion as he eases into the role of her lover. "Let's go, before he gets impatient." Giving her ass a gentle spank, he walks back into the room with Mirellia. "So, Mr Varese-" Ashton speaks as he sits down opposite the dwarf, before being cut off. "My friends call me Cleaver." Ashton nods, referring to him by that name.

What follows is a long and tedious session of haggling, though Mirellia's sharp mind and background as a merchant's wife allow her to follow the conversation without difficulty. As expected, the dwarf, who she gathers is the leader of one of Novigrad's four largest criminal organisations, tries to set an absurdly low price for Ashton's goods, at which point Ashton counters with the secret information he uncovered, flustering Cleaver and forcing him to raise his price significantly. "Fine, boy. You're a decent negotiator, for a child." Cleaver's eyes move to Mirellia. "But dwarves don't much care for getting a poorer deal than they bargained for. If you don't want me to walk, you'll throw in a bonus." He grins. "I want to try out your whore."

"Ah!" The spank on her ass, coupled with his sudden authoritative tone caused the sexy milf to blush. Though it could also be due to the fact that she was next to naked with a bunch of strangers. "Yes, yes... lead the way." Mirellia said as she quickly regained her composure.

And as their business talk began, Mirellia played along with the act of being a mistress. Despite having some understanding of their negotiations, along with the fact that her son was dealing with a crime boss. But as their talks slowly came to an end, what Cleaver said next caused her eyes to widen. Mirellia remained silent, looking at Ashton to see what his decision would be.

 

[majus]

The maid seems a little uncomfortable at the close observation, but continues to work. "Ah, no, sir. I'm doing his next. Your door is closer to the stairs, and I tend to work from the closest room to the furthest."

"I see." He said shortly, but said nothing, waiting until the woman finished, then paying her a tip.

 

[moonblack]

Isabella grunts from the strain of her spell. "S-Sorry... This frost, it's too powerful. If I'm distracted, the shield will fail." Beads of sweat dripping from her forehead, she gets back to work.

The rider continues to advance. Lifting up his mace, he feints a downward swing, before thrusting the weapon towards Varrin's unprotected face. Isabella's shield provides no protection from anything but magic and the weather, so the mace passes through the layer of magic with no resistance.

“Hang in there, sis. I'll deal with this guy... somehow...” Varrin tried to reassure both his sister and himself.

The young man assumed – correctly, as it turned out – that his sister's spell was meant to provide protection from the cold but not from attacks, and so dodged the strike by moving to the left (the rider's right). The initial swing turned out to be a feint, but the real attack was aimed at where Varrin's face had been and so missed him... barely. The young retaliated by slashing upward with his sword, aiming for the man's elbow where the armor should be relatively weak, trying to wound the man's arm and thus limit his ability to attack.

 

[Tjf]

"Ah!" The spank on her ass, coupled with his sudden authoritative tone caused the sexy milf to blush. Though it could also be due to the fact that she was next to naked with a bunch of strangers. "Yes, yes... lead the way." Mirellia said as she quickly regained her composure.

And as their business talk began, Mirellia played along with the act of being a mistress. Despite having some understanding of their negotiations, along with the fact that her son was dealing with a crime boss. But as their talks slowly came to an end, what Cleaver said next caused her eyes to widen. Mirellia remained silent, looking at Ashton to see what his decision would be.

Ashton chuckles, reaching out to caress his mother's body. "I can certainly understand the way you feel, but dwarves aren't the only ones with their pride. This is my favourite concubine. She belongs to me, and no one else. I won't let anyone else have her cunt." Cleaver chuckles. "I can respect that. What about a compromise, then? We'll share her." He leers at Mirellia and grins. Without looking at his mother's expression, the young man nods his assent. "Agreed. She'll pleasure you with her mouth and breasts, but her other holes belong to me." He yanks the towel down from Mirellia's breasts, revealing them to Cleaver, who grins even more widely.

 

[Tjf]

"I see." He said shortly, but said nothing, waiting until the woman finished, then paying her a tip.

The maid accepts the tip with a grateful smile. "Thank you, sir. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

 

[asddas193]

Ashton chuckles, reaching out to caress his mother's body. "I can certainly understand the way you feel, but dwarves aren't the only ones with their pride. This is my favourite concubine. She belongs to me, and no one else. I won't let anyone else have her cunt." Cleaver chuckles. "I can respect that. What about a compromise, then? We'll share her." He leers at Mirellia and grins. Without looking at his mother's expression, the young man nods his assent. "Agreed. She'll pleasure you with her mouth and breasts, but her other holes belong to me." He yanks the towel down from Mirellia's breasts, revealing them to Cleaver, who grins even more widely.

Hearing Ashton's reply, Mirellia let out a discreet sigh. Until the compromise was set, and her towel was yanked down. Revealing her large, milky white breasts, tipped with pink teats. "As... D-darling." She looked at her son, still pretending to be his concubine. But, knowing she had to play along. Mirellia takes a deep breath, "Understood... could we at least... do it in private" She said in a meek tone, almost the complete opposite of what Ashton would usually hear from her.

 

[Tjf]

“Hang in there, sis. I'll deal with this guy... somehow...” Varrin tried to reassure both his sister and himself.

The young man assumed – correctly, as it turned out – that his sister's spell was meant to provide protection from the cold but not from attacks, and so dodged the strike by moving to the left (the rider's right). The initial swing turned out to be a feint, but the real attack was aimed at where Varrin's face had been and so missed him... barely. The young retaliated by slashing upward with his sword, aiming for the man's elbow where the armor should be relatively weak, trying to wound the man's arm and thus limit his ability to attack.

The young man slashes as the elbow, his aim true, but he's disturbed by the sound of clanging, as the horseman's armour holds. The rider advances, an armoured gauntlet slipping around Varrin's neck and lifting him upwards. Varrin feels himself choking, as the cold fingers squeeze harder. "Let go of my brother, you cunt!" Shouting in anger, Isabella withdraws the shield from around them, concentrating it into a ball between her palms, and sending it at the rider. The ball, made of concentrated heat, impacts against the horseman's breastplate, partially melting it, and provoking a scream from behind the monstrous helmet.

The rider drops Varrin as he stumbles backwards, and the young noble collapses into the snow. Already, he feels the intense cold enter his body, the temperature below anything he's ever experienced. He realises that he only has a few moments to act, before the cold renders him unable to move, as Isabella attempts to gather up enough energy for another heat shield.

 

[majus]

The maid accepts the tip with a grateful smile. "Thank you, sir. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Two things come to mind." Lutz said slowly. "Information and entertainment." The man said, as his eyes roamed the woman's body, but he made sure to observe the woman for her reactions to both suggestions. He had no intention to push things that would cause him troubles.

 

[moonblack]

The young man slashes as the elbow, his aim true, but he's disturbed by the sound of clanging, as the horseman's armour holds. The rider advances, an armoured gauntlet slipping around Varrin's neck and lifting him upwards. Varrin feels himself choking, as the cold fingers squeeze harder. "Let go of my brother, you cunt!" Shouting in anger, Isabella withdraws the shield from around them, concentrating it into a ball between her palms, and sending it at the rider. The ball, made of concentrated heat, impacts against the horseman's breastplate, partially melting it, and provoking a scream from behind the monstrous helmet.

The rider drops Varrin as he stumbles backwards, and the young noble collapses into the snow. Already, he feels the intense cold enter his body, the temperature below anything he's ever experienced. He realises that he only has a few moments to act, before the cold renders him unable to move, as Isabella attempts to gather up enough energy for another heat shield.

Gathering all the strength he had left Varrin launched himself at the wounded knight, aiming his sword at the melted part of the breastplate in an attempt to run the knight through. If able to, he would also use the dagger in his other hand to stab at the knight's neck.

 

[Tjf]

Hearing Ashton's reply, Mirellia let out a discreet sigh. Until the compromise was set, and her towel was yanked down. Revealing her large, milky white breasts, tipped with pink teats. "As... D-darling." She looked at her son, still pretending to be his concubine. But, knowing she had to play along. Mirellia takes a deep breath, "Understood... could we at least... do it in private" She said in a meek tone, almost the complete opposite of what Ashton would usually hear from her.

Cleaver leans forwards, putting on a friendly expression, as his rough hands begin to grip her chest. "Don't worry, lass. I had the VIP section emptied for the meeting, I don't like prying ears. The only ones left are my bodyguards." The dwarf gives a whistle, and a group of tattooed dwarves exit from side rooms and walk out of the VIP, giving her a few leers on their way.

Ashton chuckles, pulling away his mother's towel altogether, leaving her completely naked. "Anyway, it's not the first time I've had you in public, darling. Remember that one party?" He points to Cleaver. "Now, be a good guest, and get to work." Cleaver pulls away his own towel to reveal the monster hanging between his legs. The dwarf's cock in no way matches it's owner's stunted height, long and as thick as the milf's wrist. Cleaver's cock stands at half mast, already partially stimulated by the sight of the milf.

 

[Tjf]

"Two things come to mind." Lutz said slowly. "Information and entertainment." The man said, as his eyes roamed the woman's body, but he made sure to observe the woman for her reactions to both suggestions. He had no intention to push things that would cause him troubles.

The maid gulps a little nervously, but doesn't seem to have any intention of rebuffing a customer who's already tipped her twice. "I-uh, I suppose I could help you out a bit. What do you need specifically, for both of those?"

 

[asddas193]

Cleaver leans forwards, putting on a friendly expression, as his rough hands begin to grip her chest. "Don't worry, lass. I had the VIP section emptied for the meeting, I don't like prying ears. The only ones left are my bodyguards." The dwarf gives a whistle, and a group of tattooed dwarves exit from side rooms and walk out of the VIP, giving her a few leers on their way.

Ashton chuckles, pulling away his mother's towel altogether, leaving her completely naked. "Anyway, it's not the first time I've had you in public, darling. Remember that one party?" He points to Cleaver. "Now, be a good guest, and get to work." Cleaver pulls away his own towel to reveal the monster hanging between his legs. The dwarf's cock in no way matches it's owner's stunted height, long and as thick as the milf's wrist. Cleaver's cock stands at half mast, already partially stimulated by the sight of the milf.

Completely shocked at the sight of the monster inbetween the dwarf's legs, Mirellia shuddered. "Y-yes." She said, moving to kneel in front of the dwarf. Allowing Cleaver to see her well trimmed bush, and deliciously pink lower lips. Once she was on her knees, the sexy milf shuddered. Closing her eyes for a moment, Mirellia gulped. "Here I go..." She said, giving the dwarf a brief smile. Before arching her back, so that the tip of Cleaver's cock was on the underside of her cleavage. Mirellia then leans forward, pushing her breasts together to stroke his meatpole from the tip, to the base. As his member pokes out the top of her cleavage, Mirellia gives the tip of his cock a lick.

 

[Tjf]

Gathering all the strength he had left Varrin launched himself at the wounded knight, aiming his sword at the melted part of the breastplate in an attempt to run the knight through. If able to, he would also use the dagger in his other hand to stab at the knight's neck.

Dashing forwards, Varrin feels his sword grind against the metal of the breastplate, fearing the worst, before finally he feels it give, and the sword presses forward to pierce the soft body within. Apparently the rider figured that his armour was enough to protect him, because he wears nothing but clothes underneath. Varrin's initial few attempts with his dagger come to nothing, clashing against the gorget covering the man's neck, but after stabbing the rider in the chest, he manages to find an opening between the gorget and helmet, and the blade presses through into the man's throat.

As the rider collapses to the ground, gurgling, Varrin feels the cold retreat somewhat, the temperature rising slowly, but not quickly enough to save him from the effects of the strange frost magic. Luckily, Isabella manages to recast her shield spell, and she clings to her brother as he falls to his knees, huddling with him for warmth. Finally warm, Varrin is able to stand and move on his own again, and he sees that the rider has stopped moving, blood leaking out of the armour and out onto the snow.

 

[majus]

The maid gulps a little nervously, but doesn't seem to have any intention of rebuffing a customer who's already tipped her twice. "I-uh, I suppose I could help you out a bit. What do you need specifically, for both of those?"

{if you have a pic for the maid?}

Lutz looked over the maid, looking her over carefully.

"First, tell me about the state of roads around the city. What do the customers say about it?" He asked, as he moved his hand to woman's rear and started lightly stroking her back.

 

[Thorn_]

Waldemar doesn't bother hiding his lust as he watches the redheaded milf dancing for him, the bulge concealed by his trousers growing ever more prominent every time Danielle reveals more of her body. As she lifts up her skirt, revealing the dildo, he grins like a cat with cream, eyes taking in the sight of her drenched cunt. "No need to be embarrassed, Danielle." He reaches out to pull her closer to the bed, where he sits leaning forwards. The gangster's hand slides slowly up her thigh, until it reaches the fake phallus. Gently, he begins to pull it out of her, and ease it back in, rythmically fucking her with the dildo.

"I brought you here to satisfy my needs, but I think we'll start off by seeing to your own needs first." His free hand reaches up to squeeze at her breasts, while he dispenses with her panties, his tongue lashing out to lick skillfully at her clit, his touch bringing much needed relief to her, after a day full of stimulation.

His touch is quick to get her to moan and falling easily vulnerable. As far as she knew, she never had another man touch her like this but with how her body had been constantly edged, she didn’t last long at all, cumming wildly remembering she was supposed to avoid this. She’d have to just get him off quickly then.

“Ah, wow. I didn’t know much much I needed that. Why don’t I do something for you?”

 

[moonblack]

Dashing forwards, Varrin feels his sword grind against the metal of the breastplate, fearing the worst, before finally he feels it give, and the sword presses forward to pierce the soft body within. Apparently the rider figured that his armour was enough to protect him, because he wears nothing but clothes underneath. Varrin's initial few attempts with his dagger come to nothing, clashing against the gorget covering the man's neck, but after stabbing the rider in the chest, he manages to find an opening between the gorget and helmet, and the blade presses through into the man's throat.

As the rider collapses to the ground, gurgling, Varrin feels the cold retreat somewhat, the temperature rising slowly, but not quickly enough to save him from the effects of the strange frost magic. Luckily, Isabella manages to recast her shield spell, and she clings to her brother as he falls to his knees, huddling with him for warmth. Finally warm, Varrin is able to stand and move on his own again, and he sees that the rider has stopped moving, blood leaking out of the armour and out onto the snow.

“Looks like... he's dead... thanks for the assist, Issie. I don't think I would have gotten through his armor without your spell weakening it.” Varrin managed to say as he dropped his weapons and huddled with his sister, slowly warming up. Then he remembered something he had put out of his mind while focused on fighting the armored man. “Do you see Madeline anywhere?” He asked as he started looking for his other sister, worried what the cold might do to her.

 

[Tjf]

Completely shocked at the sight of the monster inbetween the dwarf's legs, Mirellia shuddered. "Y-yes." She said, moving to kneel in front of the dwarf. Allowing Cleaver to see her well trimmed bush, and deliciously pink lower lips. Once she was on her knees, the sexy milf shuddered. Closing her eyes for a moment, Mirellia gulped. "Here I go..." She said, giving the dwarf a brief smile. Before arching her back, so that the tip of Cleaver's cock was on the underside of her cleavage. Mirellia then leans forward, pushing her breasts together to stroke his meatpole from the tip, to the base. As his member pokes out the top of her cleavage, Mirellia gives the tip of his cock a lick.

"Good girl." Ashton reaches down to caress his mother's cunt as she gives the dwarf a titjob, his fingers stroking her clit and pushing past her walls. Mirellia tastes a drop of precum as she begins to lick the cock in front of her, and gets the scent of the dwarf's musk. Cleaver takes hold of the sides of her breasts, squeezing them tighter around his length, as he begins to lightly thrust his cock between her breasts. "I can see why you like her so much, boy. Sure you're not willing to sell her? Ugh." He exhales slightly as his cock twitches with pleasure, soon becoming rock hard. Ashton grins as he fingerfucks his mother. "She was a good find. Sorry, friend, but she's out of your price range."