The Witcher - Stories from The Path RP

Ashton groans and cries out as Mirellia slams multiple hard shots onto his body. As she goes for the coup de grace, however, he pirouettes out of the way of her blow, and slaps the flat of his blade hard against her ass. "Hngh..." He breathes hard, but shoots her another grin. "I haven't even earned my reward yet, and you're already letting me spank you? I didn't know that my mother was so twisted."

"Nnh!" Letting out a muffled moan, as her ass was suddenly spanked. Mirellia glares at him even more, though usual calm. The sexy milf was still struggling to keep her desires down, which made her defenses drop even more, while her attacks intensified.
 
'Ah, you had one of those visions?' Ard said, looking slightly disappointed, 'And here I thought you had figured it out on your own.'

'Yes, my home world has its charms. You grow accustomed to it, but I imagine I will be quite in awe and relieved to return as well after such a long time here,' Ard said, 'If everything goes smoothly with my comrades and if you would like, you could come with me. Though, I cannot guarantee that my estate will still be waiting for us, maybe another of my family members moved in. And well... Humans are not exactly seen as worthy there, quite the opposite in fact.'
"Heh. What, you don't like me anymore because I'm stupid?" She chuckles. "I think it would likely be best if I stayed here. I didn't see why the Wild Hunt collects humans, but I can make a pretty decent guess."
 
"Nnh!" Letting out a muffled moan, as her ass was suddenly spanked. Mirellia glares at him even more, though usual calm. The sexy milf was still struggling to keep her desires down, which made her defenses drop even more, while her attacks intensified.
"Aah! AAH!" Ashton cries out as she lands another flurry of powerful strikes. Mirellia's son falls to the ground, but as she moves to check on him/finish him off, he smirks up at her, grabbing her sword hand. Normally, it would be child's play for her to shake off his grip, but she's disrupted as his hand moves to her pants, sliding beneath the tight garment to squeeze her clit.
 
"Heh. What, you don't like me anymore because I'm stupid?" She chuckles. "I think it would likely be best if I stayed here. I didn't see why the Wild Hunt collects humans, but I can make a pretty decent guess."
Ard smiled, caressing Abigail's arm, 'Yes, I would not want to rob you off your freedom. The name is »Dearg Ruadhri«, the red riders. Why did you want to meet us again, if you would like to tell me now?'
 
"Aah! AAH!" Ashton cries out as she lands another flurry of powerful strikes. Mirellia's son falls to the ground, but as she moves to check on him/finish him off, he smirks up at her, grabbing her sword hand. Normally, it would be child's play for her to shake off his grip, but she's disrupted as his hand moves to her pants, sliding beneath the tight garment to squeeze her clit.

"Huh?" Mirellia indeed tried to shake him off, but as his hands moved in to attack her sensitive nub. "Gggih!" The sexy milf's eyes widened, her legs instinctively closed, pressing her meaty thighs against Ashton's hand, which had already found its mark. "Nnnh!" In a desperate attempt to escape, Mirellia tries to slap her son's cheek.
 
Ard smiled, caressing Abigail's arm, 'Yes, I would not want to rob you off your freedom. The name is »Dearg Ruadhri«, the red riders. Why did you want to meet us again, if you would like to tell me now?'
Abigail pulls back a little. "Actually, I'm going to keep that one up my sleeve for now, if it's all the same to you."
 
"Huh?" Mirellia indeed tried to shake him off, but as his hands moved in to attack her sensitive nub. "Gggih!" The sexy milf's eyes widened, her legs instinctively closed, pressing her meaty thighs against Ashton's hand, which had already found its mark. "Nnnh!" In a desperate attempt to escape, Mirellia tries to slap her son's cheek.
Ashton's cheek goes red, and his head snaps to the side, but after her slap, he simply turns around to face her, grinning from ear to ear. "Did you really think that'd do anything? I've taken dozens of blows from your sword. A slap won't do a thing." He squeezes her clit harder, and slips a finger into her cunt, as he leans forward to whisper into her ear. "Perhaps you don't want to win, though?" He chuckles. "Grandfather said that when you're up against someone better than you, to find their weakness. You're better with a blade than I'll ever be, but I know your weakness." He illustrates the point by moving his finger rapidly to stimulate her.
 
Ashton's cheek goes red, and his head snaps to the side, but after her slap, he simply turns around to face her, grinning from ear to ear. "Did you really think that'd do anything? I've taken dozens of blows from your sword. A slap won't do a thing." He squeezes her clit harder, and slips a finger into her cunt, as he leans forward to whisper into her ear. "Perhaps you don't want to win, though?" He chuckles. "Grandfather said that when you're up against someone better than you, to find their weakness. You're better with a blade than I'll ever be, but I know your weakness." He illustrates the point by moving his finger rapidly to stimulate her.

"Gghhiii!" Mirellia couldnt't help but let out some erotic noises, despite biting her lips to muffle herself. But with Ashton's fingers pinching her clit, and pushing against her hole. The sexy milf was thankful that she was wearing pants, though with how tight they were, it only succeeded in preventing her son's fingers from entering her cunt. And did nothing to hinder the feeling of his digits prodding her cunt. Mirellia shut her eyes, intent on keeping her voice down. But at this moment, Ashton figured he had already won their match.
 
The dwarf moves up, hands going to his waist, but he seemingly changes his mind. "Nah, I wanted her cunt, but the boy went and filled her up. A shame to waste her, but I'll stop by the Passiflora later." The young man dresses without a word, and leaves, as the woman remains senseless.

After she's tied up, Lutz notices her coming back to her senses. Seeing the situation, she shouts angrily against the gag, her cries muffled, and struggles against her bonds.

"You sure?" Lutz asked then shrugged. "Well, suit yourself. Don't say I didn't offer." Lutz put a blindfold on the woman.

Then he and his companion transported the woman back into their hideout.

After the dwarf left him alone with the blue-haired woman, Lutz started to work. First, he made the inquisitor seat on the chair, with her arms still tied behind her back, then removed the gag and blindfold - right in front of all of his torture tools.

"You know the drill. Cooperate, or don't. I will get answers either way." He said to her.
 
Listening out, she hears the sounds coming from directly behind her, a fair distance out into the trees. The source of the noise is moving, but staying mainly in the same small radius, not approaching or retreating.

@moonblack Isabella leans in to whisper into her brother's ear. "See the way the witcher's ears are twitching? She hears something, something that has her attention."
(Did Trista hear what Isabella said?)
Trista turn around to direction where come sounds and nod to Gustav, being sure her hear the same.
"It look like something coming to us from the woods in our way." She said to everyone, putting hand on sword.
 
'Hard feelings?' Ard chuckled, 'Nothing of the sort, unless you mean my erection then yes, there are some hard feelings. I will just have to will it to go away.'

He laid down on his bedroll, 'Sweet dreams, Abigail.'
"Oh, you're hard already?" She smirks. "Well, you'll have to deal with it yourself." Sleep comes quickly to the elf, after such a busy day. He wakes to the sound of people scurrying around outside, talking in panicked voices.
 
"Gghhiii!" Mirellia couldnt't help but let out some erotic noises, despite biting her lips to muffle herself. But with Ashton's fingers pinching her clit, and pushing against her hole. The sexy milf was thankful that she was wearing pants, though with how tight they were, it only succeeded in preventing her son's fingers from entering her cunt. And did nothing to hinder the feeling of his digits prodding her cunt. Mirellia shut her eyes, intent on keeping her voice down. But at this moment, Ashton figured he had already won their match.
Ashton grins at his mother, and squeezes hard on her wrist until she's forced to drop the sword. He looks at her lasciviously, but as she thinks he's about to do something to her, he lets go, pulling back. "You don't have to take it so easy on me." He smiles, face now bright and innocent, as if he didn't still have drops of his mother's juices on his fingers. "Thanks for the match, mother."
 
"You sure?" Lutz asked then shrugged. "Well, suit yourself. Don't say I didn't offer." Lutz put a blindfold on the woman.

Then he and his companion transported the woman back into their hideout.

After the dwarf left him alone with the blue-haired woman, Lutz started to work. First, he made the inquisitor seat on the chair, with her arms still tied behind her back, then removed the gag and blindfold - right in front of all of his torture tools.

"You know the drill. Cooperate, or don't. I will get answers either way." He said to her.
The priestess scowls at the torturer. "By the flame, you're an ugly bastard, aren't you?" She sighs. "What do you want?"
 
(Did Trista hear what Isabella said?)
Trista turn around to direction where come sounds and nod to Gustav, being sure her hear the same.
"It look like something coming to us from the woods in our way." She said to everyone, putting hand on sword.
(Depends on whether she was listening, or if she put her whole attention on the noise in the bushes. Basically, up to you.)
Gustav nods slightly, as his own hand draws nearer to his blade. Whatever is making the sound keeps moving, but remains at a distance, not attacking or retreating.

@moonblack Varrin sees the witchers grow agitated by the noise only they can hear.
 
"Oh, you're hard already?" She smirks. "Well, you'll have to deal with it yourself." Sleep comes quickly to the elf, after such a busy day. He wakes to the sound of people scurrying around outside, talking in panicked voices.
Ard rose from his bedroll and stretched, going to the tub to wash up a bit. He didn't pay much mind to the bustle of the swamp dwellers as he was waking up.
 
“Let's hope it's nothing dangerous.” Varrin whispered back to his sister, but still made sure he was ready to draw his sword at a moment's notice. For now, however, he left it to the witchers to handle things – he would not be of much help against an unknown enemy he could neither hear, nor see.
@ Regin34

(Not feeling so great today, replies will be slow.)
 
Ashton grins at his mother, and squeezes hard on her wrist until she's forced to drop the sword. He looks at her lasciviously, but as she thinks he's about to do something to her, he lets go, pulling back. "You don't have to take it so easy on me." He smiles, face now bright and innocent, as if he didn't still have drops of his mother's juices on his fingers. "Thanks for the match, mother."

With Mirellia's full attention focused on the hand attacking her crotch, Ashton had found it easy to disarm her. And once he moved away, the sexy milf shuddered as her arousal had risen considerably. "Tsk." Mirellia clicks her tongue as her son moved away, though her twisted desires were eager to see what reward he'd ask this time. For now, the sexy milf cleans herself up, wearing her usual erotic lingerie, and one of her new dresses. Which seemed like her normal outfits, aside from the tighter fit, and slightly shorter skirt length.
 
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