The Witcher - Stories from The Path RP

Gustav begins to quietly laugh, before he composes himself and joins in, pressing down on the bed to make it squeak as he breathes out dirty talk. The witcher raises his hand to slap his own face, the sound reverberating the room, and no doubt being audible to the people below, who likely assume that the sound belongs to a more intimate action.
Trista make moans and gasp of pleasure.
"Ohhhh... Yes, yes!!! Harder, harder!" She act like actress on the stage, before eyes of hundreds viewers to act like woman extazy.
 
"Mmmh." Abigail sighs softly, Ard's cock sliding between her ass cheeks, which begin to squeeze against him as she moves backwards and forth. "Ah, so that's why you wanted to share the bath, huh?" She chuckles and lets out a moan as he begins to grope and kiss her. "Your little noble girl didn't satisfy you properly?"
Ard gave an appreciative hum, as Abigail rubbed her butt against his erection, his hands left her breast and caressed down her belly, holding her close as he chuckled, 'Forgive me, I could not resist and got carried away there.'

'We better get out before we shrivel up like prunes,' Ard said as he rose from the tub and stepped out. The elf could not manage hide the thick and long cock between his legs, as he started to dry himself off.
 
Lutz gave a slight nod of appreciation as he looked at the woman. He was actually looking forward to playing with the woman's body.

He turned to his companion.

"Walk so she catches a glimpse of you." He said to him.

He then carefully observed the woman, observing her reactions, and evaluating her.
The dwarf heads into the courtyard, walking past the priestess. She gives him a brief look, but her gaze quickly returns to the prisoners, as she focuses on transporting them to the dungeons. "Hurry up, you heathen scum! What, you're finding it too hard to walk? Then why don't I give you some motivation?" A young man screams as the priestess summons flames in her hand with magic, before pressing the fire into the prisoner's back. The dwarf looks up to Lutz's vantage point and shrugs, unable to attract the woman's attention again.
 
“Nothing to thank me for, sis,” Varrin smiled at Isabella, then gave her a quick hug. “Well, I'll let you rest now. Good night and I'll see you in the morning.” Unless his sister had more to say he would head to his room and get some sleep.
She returns the hug, breasts pressing against him, before she lets him go. "Alright, brother." Heading back to his chambers, Varrin quickly finds himself falling asleep again. He wakes up late, noting the absence of Madeline's foot kicking him, posing in her revealing underwear to tease him.
 
"Understood." Mirellia nods, thinking she could use the money to fix her torn dress... and buy a few new ones. She heads to her room, mainly to retrieve her Gwyhyr, and hide her stiletto dagger on the sleeve of her dress. She the meets up with Gunther. "Here, it would be suspicious if I was seen holding onto it." Mirellia said as she hands him her precious sword. "When the fighting starts, just make sure you're close to me."
"I'll take good care of it." They soon head to the carriage, Gunther strapping Gwyhyr to his hip as if it was his own blade. Caster nods respectfully, and drives the carriage into the city. As they head closer to the cramped slums, Gunther leans over to make some light conversation. "So, your coachman." He gestures to Caster. "Has he been servicing you adequately? I can find a replacement if you'd like."
 
Not sure, how much time had passed, she had to get up, still feeling the mess they had made inside of her and headed to the bath area to get cleaned up.
Exiting the room, feeling a little sore from the pounding she just endured, Danielle hears cackling from beside her, turning to see a courtesan regarding her with a grin. "Have a good time, love?" She chuckles again and heads back into her room. Heading to the baths, Danielle finds a secluded spot where she can wash away the sweat and seed she accumulated during her lovemaking session, and feels refreshed.
 
Trista make moans and gasp of pleasure.
"Ohhhh... Yes, yes!!! Harder, harder!" She act like actress on the stage, before eyes of hundreds viewers to act like woman extazy.
Gustav supresses a laugh as he continues to pretend to fuck Trista, pressing down on the bed to make it squeak. The enhanced hearing of the witchers quickly allow them to hear people moving around below to listen to the 'sexual' sounds from Trista's room. She judges that she's got the innkeeper's attention, as well as her guard's.
 
"I'll take good care of it." They soon head to the carriage, Gunther strapping Gwyhyr to his hip as if it was his own blade. Caster nods respectfully, and drives the carriage into the city. As they head closer to the cramped slums, Gunther leans over to make some light conversation. "So, your coachman." He gestures to Caster. "Has he been servicing you adequately? I can find a replacement if you'd like."

Before they left the estate, Mirellia whispers to Caster to keep his crossbow hidden and ready. Telling him they might be encountering some mercenaries, and to fire once their attention was on Gunther. And as they left, Mirellia nods at the old man's question. "Yes, he's been doing a good job... despite Wendel's incapacity to pay." She replied, "There'll be no need for that."
 
Ard gave an appreciative hum, as Abigail rubbed her butt against his erection, his hands left her breast and caressed down her belly, holding her close as he chuckled, 'Forgive me, I could not resist and got carried away there.'

'We better get out before we shrivel up like prunes,' Ard said as he rose from the tub and stepped out. The elf could not manage hide the thick and long cock between his legs, as he started to dry himself off.
Abigail exits the water beside him. "No need to apologise, elf. If I wasn't interested, I'd have turned you into a frog." Her hand touches his chest, stroking its way downwards.
 
Exiting the room, feeling a little sore from the pounding she just endured, Danielle hears cackling from beside her, turning to see a courtesan regarding her with a grin. "Have a good time, love?" She chuckles again and heads back into her room. Heading to the baths, Danielle finds a secluded spot where she can wash away the sweat and seed she accumulated during her lovemaking session, and feels refreshed.
A little confused at the woman’s nosiness, she says nothing and proceeds to clean herself up quickly. Still amazed at the intensity, she was definitely going to remember that. After finishing up, she went back out, debating how she could be killing time. (Really don’t know what to be doing here)
 
Gustav supresses a laugh as he continues to pretend to fuck Trista, pressing down on the bed to make it squeak. The enhanced hearing of the witchers quickly allow them to hear people moving around below to listen to the 'sexual' sounds from Trista's room. She judges that she's got the innkeeper's attention, as well as her guard's.
Trista hold up to not laught of fun, and slap hard in the bag, giving voice of pain and pleasure.
"Ahh!! Harder daddy! Ugh!!! Harder!" She quiet move to window and light candle, to give signal to werewolf.
"Arg!!! Ewen wiverns didn't strike so hard!" She scream and kiss Gustav in the mouth, without warming. What ever, something to be more realistic it could be helpfull.
 
The dwarf heads into the courtyard, walking past the priestess. She gives him a brief look, but her gaze quickly returns to the prisoners, as she focuses on transporting them to the dungeons. "Hurry up, you heathen scum! What, you're finding it too hard to walk? Then why don't I give you some motivation?" A young man screams as the priestess summons flames in her hand with magic, before pressing the fire into the prisoner's back. The dwarf looks up to Lutz's vantage point and shrugs, unable to attract the woman's attention again.

Lutz subtly shakes his head. He saw what he had to see.

Her rejoined his dwarven companion.

"For now, I'm done here. Let's get a hiding place set up and prepared, before meeting your boss."
 
Before they left the estate, Mirellia whispers to Caster to keep his crossbow hidden and ready. Telling him they might be encountering some mercenaries, and to fire once their attention was on Gunther. And as they left, Mirellia nods at the old man's question. "Yes, he's been doing a good job... despite Wendel's incapacity to pay." She replied, "There'll be no need for that."
Gunther nods, as the carriage enters into a squalid nonhuman slum. The elderly man exits the carriage, and as Mirellia follows, she sees a shadow moving across one of the rooftops.
 
A little confused at the woman’s nosiness, she says nothing and proceeds to clean herself up quickly. Still amazed at the intensity, she was definitely going to remember that. After finishing up, she went back out, debating how she could be killing time. (Really don’t know what to be doing here)
After she washes herself, Danielle sees the courtesan who pointed out Waldemar the first time. "Hey, uh, Danielle? Your client just walked in, if you're interested."
 
Trista hold up to not laught of fun, and slap hard in the bag, giving voice of pain and pleasure.
"Ahh!! Harder daddy! Ugh!!! Harder!" She quiet move to window and light candle, to give signal to werewolf.
"Arg!!! Ewen wiverns didn't strike so hard!" She scream and kiss Gustav in the mouth, without warming. What ever, something to be more realistic it could be helpfull.
She sees movement from the trees, before she kisses Gustav. The older witcher seems surprised for a moment, before his hands move across her body, and he kisses back hard.
 
Lutz subtly shakes his head. He saw what he had to see.

Her rejoined his dwarven companion.

"For now, I'm done here. Let's get a hiding place set up and prepared, before meeting your boss."
The dwarf nods, before leading Lutz to an abandoned warehouse along the docks, somewhat small, but isolated enough for sound not to travel far, and with an extensive basement level. "We sometimes use this place for smugglin'," the dwarf explains, "so we don't get many break ins. The riffraff know to stay away, lest they make Cleaver mad."
 
Gunther nods, as the carriage enters into a squalid nonhuman slum. The elderly man exits the carriage, and as Mirellia follows, she sees a shadow moving across one of the rooftops.

Despite noticing their tail, Mirellia doesn't react as she wanted the element of surprise on her side. She sticks close to Gunther, following him while keeping her watch of their surrounding.
 
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