"You little..." Auberon pulls away her panties and bra roughly, before entering her with a sharp thrust, sending every inch of his length inside her. "Don't get arrogant, ugh, just because you killed that traitor." He begins to fuck her hard. "You're not in control, here."
The door opens, Ard's cousin on the other side. The blonde has removed her makeup while in the room, but she doesn't really look any less attractive for it. "Ard? Is something up?"
She grins up at him. "The deal was that when the time came, I was going to be the first one to fuck you." Madeline's gaze turns leering. "In return I promised that we could share afterwards."
Ard entered the side bathroom, closing the door behind him. He smiled at Eileann, 'Yes, there is.' He stepped up closed to her and brushed a blonde strand from her face behind her pointed ear, 'This might just be wine talking, but... I really like you, Elly. No, not just. I love you, and I missed you when I was gone.'
“Well, that's not very sisterly of you, is it.” Varrin smirked. He decided not to ruin the moment by mentioning what he and Isabella had done during the trip. “Do you have anything in particular in mind?” He removed his last piece of clothing, exposing his cock, already semi-erect thanks to the sight of Madeline's tits.
"A-Ard..." Eileann's fair skin goes red at his touch and his words. "I-I love you too." Her voice is soft and uncharacteristically nervous, but no less honest for that fact. "What now?" She looks up at him.
Thinking this to be just another part of her training, the blonde nods and raises the weapon, angling her body in a rough approximation of the witcher's pose.
The vixen's long, shapely legs reach out to touch Varrin's cock, while she coos at the sight of it. "Well, she got some other stuff as well. As for what I had in mind, I was thinking that, since you're my heroic rescuer, you could do the honour of choosing how this goes."
"Have you ever been with a king before?" Auberon grunts as her cunt squeezes his length tightly, and he reaches down to bite roughly at her nipples.
Sophia gasps as the torturer tears her clothing. "There's an artifact that I want." She explains. "Something of great power."
The woman gasps at the rougness, before following along. "A weapon... From another world." She explains. "It'll be in the palace."
Auberon ravages her ass with gusto, reaching down to roughly pinch her clit as he pistons back and forth. Finally, she feels his cock begin to twitch. As she lingers on the edge of unconsciousness, Mirellia feels the king grab her hair and pull her to face him. "What do you think? Should I fill your whore ass up, or should I cover you in my seed?"