“As my lady commands,” Varrin replied with a smirk. He added a second finger in her pussy and then a third, his thrusting gradually speeding up, made easier by how wet she was. At the same time his tongue teased Isabella's clit for a bit before he resumed sucking on it, and his free hand reached up to play with one massive tit, fondling and squeezing it, and occasionally pinching her nipple.
As her orgasm washes over her, the witcher feels her consciousness slip away, and this isn't helped by the way Gustav continues to fuck her. By her second orgasm, her tongue looks out of the side of her mouth, and by her third, she passed out completely.
"No, no, nothing you can do." She shakes her head, trying to figure out how to phrase things. "Let's just say that there's something very important I do for the bosses here, and they wouldn't be pleased if I left."
Isabella reaches down to run a hand through his hair, moaning openly at this point. "F-Fuck, Varrin! Don't you d-dare fucking stop!"
Mirellia sees the guards grumbling, and Saira makes a fake laugh. "Forcing? Me? No, I think you've misunderstood! I love being here..." Despite her words, her tone is less than convincing.
Varrin did not bother answering, but he did change what he was doing a bit. He pulled his fingers out and moved them lower to her back door, trying to get one inside, using her juices as lubricant; his mouth moved to her now-free slit and Varrin's tongue forced its way inside, the young man enjoying the sweet taste of his sister's nectar and trying to get as deep inside as he could; and the hand that had been playing with her tit moved down to her clit, rubbing, teasing and pinching.
The nobleman's efforts are rewarded as he feels his sister's body shudder and tremble, nearing orgasm. "F-fuh..." She moans cutely, expression at odds with her usual fearsome disposition.
Varrin's finger forced its way inside his sister's back door and started moving slowly.
Trista put hand on her forehead, trying collect her thoughts. Damit, that is why she hardly ever get convinced to such actions. She slowly move of bed, trying to getting dressed herself.
"I'm here for Your Elven companion. A Village was raided by a Group of Badits who were looking for her. Is that connected to The Wild Hunt? I want to know what is going on here. Innocents died for Her"
'My elven companion?' Ard scratched his head and looked confused, 'I do not seem to have one of those.'
She bucks her hips and let's out a scream as she cums, her juices squirting out onto his tongue.
She's still a bit stuff from the pounding she received, but Trista manages to get her clothes and armour back on. Looking in the crawl space, she sees that her money is all still there.
She nods. Together, they begin the rehearsal, bodies making exotic movements as they carry out a risque but otherwise normal magic show backstage, Saira guiding Mirella from step to step.
The redheaded witch shakes her head, pointing to her very much human ears. "No female elves here, I'm afraid. The only elf I've seen in days is him." She points to Ard. "Maybe you were misinformed?"