The Witcher - Stories from The Path RP

Ard wasn't quite expecting her to go straight to negotiations, he had to make something up. He chuckled under the helmet, 'I better stand, I wouldn't want to ruin your furniture.'

He looked at her intently, trying to read the emotions on her face, though she couldn't really see where he was looking in the helmet, 'What do I offer? If you stand aside and don't help the king, the continued existence of your house perhaps. If you are more... ambitious and aid us. How does becoming the wife of the new king's right-hand-man sound to you?'
She's silent for a few moments, but Ard can see her mind racing, calculating pros and cons, odds and probabilities. "A wife can be discarded and thrown aside. I'd need certain...boons as well."
 
She's silent for a few moments, but Ard can see her mind racing, calculating pros and cons, odds and probabilities. "A wife can be discarded and thrown aside. I'd need certain...boons as well."
'Why would I ever cast aside an elf as lovely as you?' Ard, feeling a bit weird telling her that, but he had to keep up pretences to scope out her loyalty for now, 'You're used to moving up, aren't you? I know this place didn't belong to you originally. But fine, I'm a generous man, of course there would be some losers of this coup. You may choose some of their assets for yourself. If I ever... decide to "cast you aside", you'll have those in addition to what you own now.'
 
"A-As i-ahh!" She lets out another moan as the dildo enters her, juices running down her leg. The blonde blushes as the tightness of her pussy, coupled with her pressing her thighs together, keeps the dildo in her pussy.

"Oh, we can't have you using your tights." Lutz said as he partially unshackled the woman - making sure the shackles that were cutting of her magic were on her. He then leads the woman to the middle of the room, shackled her hands to the chains hanging from the ceiling, then pulled up, forcing the woman to stand straight. Then he tied her ankles to rings in the ground, and spread her legs apart, not allowing her to keep her tights together.

"Much better, don't you think?" He asked as he trailed his hand across woman's chest, gently. Then he gave her ass a smack.
 
'Why would I ever cast aside an elf as lovely as you?' Ard, feeling a bit weird telling her that, but he had to keep up pretences to scope out her loyalty for now, 'You're used to moving up, aren't you? I know this place didn't belong to you originally. But fine, I'm a generous man, of course there would be some losers of this coup. You may choose some of their assets for yourself. If I ever... decide to "cast you aside", you'll have those in addition to what you own now.'
She smiles softly at his flattery, but doesn't seem taken in by it. After a few moments of silent contemplation, she speaks. "What would I need to do?"
 
"Oh, we can't have you using your tights." Lutz said as he partially unshackled the woman - making sure the shackles that were cutting of her magic were on her. He then leads the woman to the middle of the room, shackled her hands to the chains hanging from the ceiling, then pulled up, forcing the woman to stand straight. Then he tied her ankles to rings in the ground, and spread her legs apart, not allowing her to keep her tights together.

"Much better, don't you think?" He asked as he trailed his hand across woman's chest, gently. Then he gave her ass a smack.
She yelps as he strikes her ass, and though her tightness keeps the dildo inside her for now, without her thighs pressed together, gravity begins to have its way. She bites her lip hard as the dildo slowly slides downwards, rubbing against her walls as it slowly begins to exit her.
 
Trista nod to Varrin and Mirallia to attack ridder on the left, when she take one on the right. She take her sword by blade and using handpiece like mace, she attack rider in the head to knock him down, even with helm protection, he must feel strike.
@asddas193 @moonblack Trista mives quickly, and taking her sword in a murder stroke position, rushes the riders. Swinging, she's rewarded with a clang as her weapon's hilt smashes into her target's head, clearly causing pain.
 
Trista nod to Varrin and Mirallia to attack ridder on the left, when she take one on the right. She take her sword by blade and using handpiece like mace, she attack rider in the head to knock him down, even with helm protection, he must feel strike.
Nodding first to the witcher and then to the MILF Varrin gripped his sword tightly and examined his target carefully. He decided to go for the the opponent's neck and then launched his attack.
 
Gustav nods and slips away to go down the path they came from and cut off their escape route. Even for a witcher, he's remarkably stealthy.


Isabella nods to show that she's recovered a little. "I can't do any offensive spells like this, but I'll muffle any noises in this area, so no one hears you killing them." She whispers. The two hunters continue to call Caranthir's name, before they shake their heads, grumbling in irritation.
Trista nod to Varrin and Mirallia to attack ridder on the left, when she take one on the right. She take her sword by blade and using handpiece like mace, she attack rider in the head to knock him down, even with helm protection, he must feel strike.

With all of them in aggreement, Mirellia silently follows behind Trista. And seeing how they had the element of surprise, she draws her sword and lunges for the back of the elf's neck.
 
She smiles softly at his flattery, but doesn't seem taken in by it. After a few moments of silent contemplation, she speaks. "What would I need to do?"
'Oh, nothing much. We've got the... gruesome side of things covered. I merely need your support to make Eredin the next legitimate king, as Auberon has no sons,' Ard started, 'Although... I am a bit disappointed you would abandon the king so easily. Has grandfather not taught you better?' He leaned the staff on the wall and took off his helmet.

Revealing that it wasn't Caranthir but her cousin Ard, he smiled at her, 'It has been a while, has it not? I am glad to see you have grown into a fine young lady, Evelienn.'
 
She yelps as he strikes her ass, and though her tightness keeps the dildo inside her for now, without her thighs pressed together, gravity begins to have its way. She bites her lip hard as the dildo slowly slides downwards, rubbing against her walls as it slowly begins to exit her.

"You seem to be having problem." Lutz said as he gave the dildo light push up, before letting it go. "Say, you ask me really nicely to give your ass five whips, and I will push that back up." Lutz said as his hands trailed along elf's chest, careful not to touch any of the devices.
 
Nodding first to the witcher and then to the MILF Varrin gripped his sword tightly and examined his target carefully. He decided to go for the the opponent's neck and then launched his attack.
With all of them in aggreement, Mirellia silently follows behind Trista. And seeing how they had the element of surprise, she draws her sword and lunges for the back of the elf's neck.
The elf, hearing the commotion, turns around. He's too late though to stop Varrin and Mirellia. He blocks Varrin's sword, but can't stop Gwyhyr from sinking into his neck.
Trista attack his head again, to not let him grab his sword, attacking him in weakest point.
The elf reels backwards as she hits him again, the blows making him feel disoriented.
 
'Oh, nothing much. We've got the... gruesome side of things covered. I merely need your support to make Eredin the next legitimate king, as Auberon has no sons,' Ard started, 'Although... I am a bit disappointed you would abandon the king so easily. Has grandfather not taught you better?' He leaned the staff on the wall and took off his helmet.

Revealing that it wasn't Caranthir but her cousin Ard, he smiled at her, 'It has been a while, has it not? I am glad to see you have grown into a fine young lady, Evelienn.'
Evelienn's eyes go wide in surprise as she sees her older cousin. "A-Ard? What... What are you doing here? I thought you were dead!"
 
The elf, hearing the commotion, turns around. He's too late though to stop Varrin and Mirellia. He blocks Varrin's sword, but can't stop Gwyhyr from sinking into his neck.

The elf reels backwards as she hits him again, the blows making him feel disoriented.

Feeling her blade sink into the elf's flesh, Mirellia pushes it in deeper. Before pulling it away, flicking away the blood, as she sheathes it. "Right, now, we'll need to hide the bodies."
 
The elf, hearing the commotion, turns around. He's too late though to stop Varrin and Mirellia. He blocks Varrin's sword, but can't stop Gwyhyr from sinking into his neck.

The elf reels backwards as she hits him again, the blows making him feel disoriented.
Trista hit him behind knee to make him fall down and tear off his helmet and strike him against to knock him out.
"It look like we will have prisoner to hear our." She said smiling.
 
The elf, hearing the commotion, turns around. He's too late though to stop Varrin and Mirellia. He blocks Varrin's sword, but can't stop Gwyhyr from sinking into his neck.

The elf reels backwards as she hits him again, the blows making him feel disoriented.
Not taking any chances Varrin attacked again, aiming for the rider's throat, wanting to make sure their oppnent was dead.
 
"You seem to be having problem." Lutz said as he gave the dildo light push up, before letting it go. "Say, you ask me really nicely to give your ass five whips, and I will push that back up." Lutz said as his hands trailed along elf's chest, careful not to touch any of the devices.
The blonde groans as the dildo moves up, and then down, inside her, her juices now a flood that eases the dildo's downwards path.

"You can't! S-She said you couldn't hurt my body!" She looks to Lutz's employer who shrugs in indifference. Taking Lutz' threat seriously, her head hangs down in shame as she relents. "F-Fine... Hit my a-ass."
 
Evelienn's eyes go wide in surprise as she sees her older cousin. "A-Ard? What... What are you doing here? I thought you were dead!"
'Nearly but not quite,' Ard chuckled, 'I can understand your surprise. It took me quite a while to find my way back here from the world of the lesser elves. And now it happens in some quite turbulent times. You seem to be doing well, I'm glad you kept Evir'i as your head servant.'
 
Feeling her blade sink into the elf's flesh, Mirellia pushes it in deeper. Before pulling it away, flicking away the blood, as she sheathes it. "Right, now, we'll need to hide the bodies."
Not taking any chances Varrin attacked again, aiming for the rider's throat, wanting to make sure their oppnent was dead.
As Varrin adds his blade to Mirellia's, the man stops moving, and falls on his back.

Trista hit him behind knee to make him fall down and tear off his helmet and strike him against to knock him out.
"It look like we will have prisoner to hear our." She said smiling.
The rider, dazed, still puts up a commendable fight, but is no match for a witcher. His helmet flies off, and he collapses as she hits him with the hilt of her sword.
 
The blonde groans as the dildo moves up, and then down, inside her, her juices now a flood that eases the dildo's downwards path.

"You can't! S-She said you couldn't hurt my body!" She looks to Lutz's employer who shrugs in indifference. Taking Lutz' threat seriously, her head hangs down in shame as she relents. "F-Fine... Hit my a-ass."

"Did she?" Lutz asked. "You sure you did not imagine this?" He wondered. His orders were no permanent damage. "Ah-ah!" He waved a finger in front of the woman's face. "I said, ask really nice, but you failed to do that. So I think not... unless you beg." He smiled pleasantly and looked down. "I would hurry up on your place."
 
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