Castle Mroczna - Family Bonding

Katarzyna sipped her wine as she stared out through the window, the sun setting behind the trees that topped the ridges of the valley, casting the land below in deepening shadow.

The days were a little longer, it was Spring now. Though still cold, the villagers were out tilling what fields they had during the day, and making the most of the warmer months. But that didn't stop it turning to night quickly on the valley floor.

All the same, the longer days had left her feeling a little agitated. She'd spent quite a lot of time within the castle lately, busy handling the annoyances of diplomacy, honeying the words of her dispatches to that upstart Duke of Cardon, Enrique Hansa, whom she had entered into a trade agreement with, in no small part thanks to the subjugation of his emissary, Hector Cruz.

She had... enjoyed him, a few times. Arrogant as he was, he proved to be fun to pin beneath her.

His blood was quite sweet too. Perhaps she'd have him 'donate' some for the next batch of her personal vintage.

But he was far away. And right now, so soon after waking up, after a dull night prior, she did not want to deal with more human nonsense.

She loved her servants, but they could not soothe her stress this night.

But she knew who could.

With a smirk, she heard whirling air, and turned to see her three daughters, standing in a row with their veiled heads bowed politely, though even she could see their lips twisted into knowing smirks.

"My dearest daughters, thank you for coming so early in the evening~" she greeted, moving her wine glass through the air as she gestured to the three of them.

"We would never leave you waiting, Mother~" the eldest, Aniela, said, voice dripping with calm desire.

"We know you've been working so hard this past week... you haven't even taken the time to send a servant to the recovery room," the middling child, Kalina, remarked with wicked amusement.

"We would do anything to help you take a load off~" Izolda stated with burgeoning excitement beneath that calm demeanour.

Katarzyna smirked, seeing that her daughters already knew exactly what she had in mind this night.

"My sweet girls, you are always so good to me~ You know exactly what I need~"

She splayed her arms wide, beckoning them to embrace her.

"Come, let me hold you~"

They all giggled and approached, wrapping their arms around Katarzyna's large frame, though it was no simple hug. Their hands wandered, gliding along the curves contained beneath their mother's white dress... and Katarzyna was no less depraved, her gloved hands crossing the rump of Izolda on the right, Kalina on the left, and occasionally moving one or the other to grope Aniela in the middle.

She licked her lips as their hands crawled across her back and her hips, letting this 'hug' continue for a little while longer before they proceeded.

Izolda pushed her crotch against Katarzyna's leg, grinding against her mother's great thigh even through her mother's dress and her own.

Soft murmurs escaped Izolda, whilst Kalina cackled quietly, looking at their mother with lustful eagerness, their hand finding a way beneath Katarzyna's attire to caress their mother's voluminous rear directly, their fingers plucking at the edge of Katarzyna's underwear.

Leaving Aniela to gaze up at their mother, though their view was obstructed by Katarzyna's great chest, not that they minded staring at them much, chuckling softly and wrapping their arms around their mother to graze along her spine.

Katarzyna crooned softly, gyrating her voluptuous body against them. A moisture formed in her underwear, the desire for her daughters growing ever stronger. She touched them, rubbing her gloved thumbs against their lips, seeking entrance and getting it, depressing their tongues and playing with their lips.

Soft moans came from the three smaller vampires, her wonderful daughters.

She envied them, able to hunt more effectively, to hide amongst the villagers, to speak to visiting outsiders without arousing much suspicion. Able to lure in their prey, unaware of the danger.

They could even disperse into smoke, disorienting their prey and infiltrating any place they wished.

Of course, Katarzyna, in exchange, had power they did not. A strength they would never know and a resilience to much. And something much more that she kept a close secret, though they knew.

Envy or not, she still loved them, and they loved her.

A great deal.

"Come, my daughters... let us share each other's company with nothing to obstruct us~"

She pulled away from her daughters and spread her arms. Each of the three knew what their mother wanted, and with giggles and no further preamble, they again approached, though this time they went for Katarzyna's clothes, dexterously finding the hems and the clasps and the hidden straps. Izolda took her wine away, placing it on a table on the other side of the room, returning to help Aniela remove the upper part of Katarzyna's massive white dress, letting her bust spill out a little more, though still contained by the dark brassier that was until then well hidden beneath her dress, despite the generous window of her cleavage.

Kalina slowly and sensually tugged Katarzyna's skirt down, gliding their hands sensually along the curves of their mother's hips and rump and soon her thighs, leaving only black underwear covering Katarzyna's shame, not that she had much of that. Dark stockings covered her lower legs, held up by a luxurious pantyhose.

Aniela dropped down to aid Kalina, and the two of them delicately removed each of Katarzyna's dark, glossy high-heels, helping her step out of them and her clothes, until she was barefoot and subjected to the soft caress of lips upon the tops of her feet and along her shins.

Izolda was busy unhooking the clasps of Katarzyna's brassier, reaching up to their much taller mother. But even with the height discrepancy, they had no issue releasing the clasp, freeing their mother's breasts from the confines of the dark garment, each pallid globe bouncing to a slow rest, pale nipples erect from arousal.

From behind, Katarzyna felt a pair of gloved hands slide up her sides, and eventually press to underbellies of her bust, Izolda having to stretch her arms a little to reach and caress those heavy mounds, fingers curling into the supple, spongy flesh, though not as well as Izolda no doubt wanted.

Katarzyna smiled; Izolda would get their chance.

Meanwhile, Aniela and Kalina let their own hands, their gloves removed, glide up Katarzyna's legs, feeling the voluptuous curves she exhibited in every part of her body, the picture of curvaceous, matronly beauty.

More than once in times past she had mesmerised intruders with her features should they have caught her naked.

Even a simple moment of hesitation was enough to doom them.

Her daughters' fingers found the edges of her underwear, as well as her pantyhose. And with practised efforts, slipped them down and discarded them as delicately as the rest of her garb.

All that remained was her jewellery and her gloves, which Katarzyna removed herself, handing all to Kalina to take over to her vanity, where they'd be safe and out of the way.

Her pale form stood out in the growing gloom of the bedroom, no candles or lights lit just yet, but even shadow did little to hide the massive, pallid woman, looking over herself and running her hands along her body, lifting her breasts slowly and enticingly, before letting them drop and bounce, her daughters unable to keep their eyes off those wobbling mounds.

She grinned, sliding her hands down her body and twisting slightly, provocatively, cupping one of her cheeks as she showed off her mature but gorgeous body.

When she was finally done with her teasing dance, she backed up to her bed and laid herself upon it, reclining herself to look upon her daughters.

"Now let me see your beautiful selves, my children~"

All three grinned, and all three were subsequently surrounded in swirling black smoke as their clothes disintegrated around them, the smoke vanishing into nothing.

Now Aniela, Kalina, and Izolda stood before Katarzyna, their nude, slender bodies on full display without any shame.

She admired them, the beautiful women they had become, even after so many years; they looked quite similar, but a mother could pick them apart easily even outside their hair.

Aniela, she was the oldest, and though she was nubile like all of them, she possessed the most supple curves, her dark auburn locks hanging to her shoulders, front and back. She also looked the most mature, though still so youthful.

Kalina, the one Katarzyna bore second, she had a beautiful frame, perfect and silky like the others, but her curves were lesser than Aniela's. Her body was taut also, a subtle athletic physique hidden beneath that supple, tender frame, her short, black hair adding to that feel, barely reaching her shoulders.

Her face had a slight leanness to it, like her body, hard to discern, but it reflected her forceful nature well.

And Izolda, the last of Katarzyna's daughters. Curvy like her sisters, but she was slimmer than they were, her breasts in particular handfuls for most but no more, though that didn't stop her from using them on men, and effectively at that. Her dirty blonde hair hung past her shoulders, marked with dark streaks, from behind, but her bangs barely reached below her chin from the front. Her visage was the most youthful, still that of an adult, but her position as the youngest showed.

All three were equally beautiful to Katarzyna, though Aniela, as the oldest, was the one most likely to succeed her, in however many decades or centuries that would take.

Unless all three took the mantle together. Katarzyna could only imagine what that would be like, smirking at the thought.

But the far future was meaningless to her in the moment. Right now, she wanted her daughters before her, and with a subtle lick of her lips, she beckoned them with a curl of her finger.

"Come~ Show me the love for your mother~"

The three sisters giggled, and crawled onto the large bed eagerly, their combined weight barely making it creak, built to withstand Katarzyna's most violent of trysts.

Their hands crept up her frame, fingertips delicately drumming, sliding, or squeezing along her softer flesh, lips peppering her calves and thighs with familial affection.

They painted brush strokes with their tongues against her pale skin, lingering, slow. Fangs grazed against silky, mature skin, the occasional nips from Kalina not going unnoticed.

They'd all get a taste soon enough, but they were happy for now to find every soft part and tense joint, and let their love and desire smooth away the stress aches Katarzyna had accumulated.

She sighed in pleasure as they moved higher up her great body, eight feet of enormous, voluptuous woman, broad and plush, a little pudgy where it mattered, something her daughters delighted in as they took small handfuls of her belly.

And of course, her slightly plump vulva, fingers splaying the puffy, silky smooth labia wide, though her daughters only toyed with the petals, keeping their fingers from touching anything more sensitive, or going any deeper, for the time being.

Further they traversed their mother's body, gliding their succulent frames across her own with an almost unnatural grace and weight, either exerting no force at all, or letting their light weights press on their mother sensually, gliding bellies and thighs against her as their hands heralded their advance.

She felt her breasts grasped by three hands, from a daughter each, one switching between the two mounds, one kneading the left globe, the other grazing along the nipple of the right.

Their other hands endeavoured to squeeze the pudgy, supple layer of smooth fat that hugged her voluptuous frame, belying the strength and steel of the muscle beneath. She could crush a human's skull with ease. But she had little need for such barbarism, when a bite was enough to ensure their submission.

The softness of her body only made them sink further into her dominion.

As for her daughters, they adored her mature curves, squeezing, kneading, and most certainly kissing.

It was in their nature to be... 'orally stimulated'. Katarzyna was no different. It made them feel good to use their mouths, to lick and kiss, to bite.

Kalina continued to nip at their mother's body, laughing in their characteristic way; assertive, confident, just that faintest hint of enthusiastic aggression, contrasting with the playful, carefree giggling of Izolda, and the mature, sultry chuckles of Aniela. Not too dissimilar to Katarzyna's own, though she possessed a deeper, much richer tenor.

Right now, only delighted sighs escaped her, sliding her legs against each other as she shifted weight from one side of her body to the other, sliding a hand along the arms of Izolda, and letting the fingers of the other play through Aniela's hair.

Her daughters lingered, peppering her belly with their oral affection, planting sucking kisses, painting tongue strokes, and playfully gnawing upon her soft, slightly chubby stomach, the curves of mature beauty that her daughters were so enamoured with.

In time, they couldn't stop their advance and crept further, their bodies gliding so sensually upon her own until they were finally upon her breasts.

Fingers sank to knuckles inside her pliant mounds, her bust quite yielding, supple flesh spilling out between their fingers, filling their palms, but the resistance, that springy pliancy that sought to return her globes to their prior shape, even as they splayed and flattened from gravity, and shifted and sagged heavily and enticingly as she rocked her weight from one side of her body to the other.

Her daughters giggled as they played with her breasts, feeling their legs rubbing against her lower body. Kneaded, groped, squeezed, their hands were all over her mounds, each twice the size of their heads, which in turn found themselves buried in her abyssal cleavage, Izolda the first to take the plunge and kiss their mother's sternum.

Katarzyna chuckled gleefully, caressing her daughter's head and reaching down to firmly grip their rear, taking a handful of that tender rump.

Soon they pulled free, to find one of Katarzyna's nipples, supple lips latching tight and tugging hungrily as if she could nurse her daughters.

She knew she would if she could... though there was a way they could emulate the sensation. That could come later.

Kalina was next to bury their face between their mother's breasts, shaking their head from side to side with that energy Katarzyna had come to know well, tongue curling vigorously upon her sternum.

Her daughters were not just keen to be so intimate with their mother; they touched each other just as much, Aniela curling a middle finger against Kalina's sensitive back door, Izolda nibbling their spine as the middle child continued to indulge in the wrapping pressure of those enormous breasts either side of their head, their body undulating from every little touch they felt.

But in time, Kalina let Aniela have their turn, the eldest of the three wrapping their arms around Katarzyna's bust in a firm hug, squeezing her breasts against the sides of their head. They twisted to let their lips peck and lick at the globes on either side of them, all as their sisters latched their lips onto a nipple each, suckling hungrily, tongues flicking against those sizeable and terribly stiff nipples. Their lips only barely covered her areolae, and they made sure to trace those pink discs too, coating them in cool saliva.

They were warming as they grew lustful, but without a human to share their heat, their own lust, and their blood, they would remain cold.

Their hearts could beat when they were excited, as they were now, but they were still dead things.

Dead things with more life than many among the living.

Warming breaths washed over Katarzyna's bust as Aniela pulled their head free of her cleavage, a salacious gasp leaving him.

They fixed their mother with a yearning gaze, and crawled further, past their sisters, and cupped Katarzyna's cheek.

Even if Aniela was likely to take her place one day, Katarzyna had no favourites... still, Aniela was often the first to steal a kiss if they could, the first to move things along. Trying to prove something to her? Or just nursing an older love compared to their sisters.

Whatever it was, Katarzyna's comparatively oversized lips meshed eagerly with her daughter's, both working their jaws away in lecherous desire, their tongues mingling without delay.

But Katarzyna was so much bigger, able to overpower Aniela's tongue with ease. Though never for too long, letting her daughter take back the initiative, again and again, their smaller muscle tracing ever flexing contour of Katarzyna's greater tongue.

Their lips started to smack, mixing with their lusting murmurs, Katarzyna fondling her daughter's glutes, taking one each into her large but tender hands, squeezing firmly.

The sensation of lips upon her nipples did not go unnoticed, of course, feeling her daughters suck as much of her supple peaks into their mouths as possible, tugging hungrily, even though they knew full well their mother was dry in that regard. But her body was sensitive, and their ardent suckling was pleasant.

Slowly, she brought the kiss with Aniela to a close, and directed her attention to her other daughters, enticing them off her nipples. Izolda came next, the youngest of her three eager to kiss, but proving to be more energetic, suckling on her lips and darting their tongue in and out of her mouth, letting it flicker across her own.

Aniela took their place on Katarzyna's teat, ensuring they got their own chance to tease their mother.

Izolda's playful nature was a delight to Katarzyna, always invigorated by their energy. She tried to match, her tongue twisting and jerking about to brush over her daughter's at the right moments where the most slippery contact could be achieved, tastebuds grinding against tastebuds. Izolda's hands were content not to hold onto Katarzyna's cheeks, instead resting on her shoulders for leverage.

But soon, it was Kalina's turn to kiss their mother, and after Izolda returned to suckling a breast, albeit not the one they started with, Kalina all but forced their lips upon Katarzyna's, their tongue effectively shunting into her mouth to perform a vigorous tango around their mother's.

Kalina happily tugged and nipped at Katarzyna's upper and lower lips, and would've happily, but gently, pinned their mother's tongue between their teeth, but they got no such opportunity, instead twisting their lips upon their mother's with an enthusiasm that went a bit above eagerness.

They could never dominate Katarzyna. Never wanted to dominate her. But that didn't stop Kalina asserting themselves all the same, always one to push forward.

They could be soft when they wanted to be... but Katarzyna knew Kalina's preferences. They were more primal than the rest of them, even if it was often subtly expressed.

They 'chewed' into the kiss firmly, pushing and tugging their head with each motion of their lips, until they finally released with a gasp.

They didn't get much of an escape for long, Katarzyna suddenly grabbing the back of her daughter's head and pulling them into a deep, firm kiss, Katarzyna shoving her tongue as deep as it could manage before letting Kalina go, chuckling deviously.

Kalina shot their mother a wicked, knowing smirk, before the three sisters stopped what they were doing to look at their mother with eager expressions.

"Come now... don't you want to make your mother scream~?" Katarzyna mused with a heavy-lidded glance between them, lips twisted into a tempting grin.

The three giggled and exchanged looks, knowing exactly what their mother wanted.

They retreated back down Katarzyna's body, though not without peppering her with more kisses, sucking and lingering, their yellow eyes luminous and fixed on their mother's.

But they soon returned to her hips, the three of them sliding themselves between their mother's legs, forcing her to spread them wide, bending them at the knees slightly. But even with her stature, it was cramped.

They didn't care, as they let their hands creep along her thighs and her hips... and most importantly, across her puffy vulva, one hand grazing along the edges of her outer labia, another sliding an index finger between those lips and teasing the moist flesh within, a third hand rubbing gentle circles upon the tip, where her clit was hidden beneath her spongy vulva.

A soft croon escaped Katarzyna's lips, and she brought her hands to her breasts, eagerly touching herself, filling her fingers with her own voluptuous flesh, pinching nipples between digits and groaning.

Her daughters continued to tease their mother with their hands, compressing her vulva, splaying her labia to expose the pink, glistening flesh within, and of course, curling fingertips against her erect clitoris, the bulging nub so firm and sensitive, Katarzyna could hardly resist the stimulation.

She groaned and arched her chest slightly, gripping the bed as the dexterous fingers of her daughters did their magic, playing across her mound, dancing with fleeting caresses like the tickles of wind against satin cloth.

Her thighs were gripped, thick and meaty, plenty for them to sink their fingers into, though firm if tensed up. More than one human found themselves afraid their skulls would be crushed between them when she began to squeeze.

She never did, of course... but she enjoyed their sense of peril as she tormented them in more delicious ways.

Her daughters, they'd love to be constricted between her legs, but right now their focus was on pleasing their mother and soothing her stress.

They were doing a tremendous job so far, a shudder coursing along her spine when Izolda slipped a pair of fingers into her pussy.

It was no secret that Katarzyna's size hardly equated to looseness, easily squeezing tight around any man's cock. And Izolda's fingers got to feel the constricting muscles closing in around their fingers, hardly crushing for a pair of digits, but tight enough that Katarzyna quite felt the movement of fingers in and out of her depths, Izolda pushing them to the knuckles.

They turned their hand over and curled their fingers upwards, slipping a third finger into their mother's pussy until only their thumb and pinkie finger remained outside to frame her puffy vulva.

Kalina meanwhile focused on their mother's clitoris, pinching the nub between thumb and index finger and delicately rolling it between them.

Leaving Aniela to spread Katarzyna's labia wide, further exposing her pink flesh and stroking fingertips along that more tender meat.

Katarzyna's moans were only natural, subject to the agile motions of her daughter's hands playing across and within her pussy.

She groped herself with greater vigour, a sigh passing through smiling lips, head rocking back with pleasure.

Things, however, only got all the more intense when Izolda removed their fingers from Kataryzna's depths... all so none of them were impeded when they brought their tongues to their mother's pussy.

It took a little shuffling, moving their bodies a little, finding what space they could, all to jointly taste Katarzyna and curl their tongues slowly but teasingly along her sex.

It's what Katarzyna had been waiting for. To feel her daughters' mouths upon her sex, to feel their tongues curling between her labia, flicking over her clit, and twisting together at her entrance.

They giggled, chuckled, murmured in lust, jostling to kiss and suckle at whatever they could reach. After all, they had such little space to do it, and they had to take turns to put their mouths upon Katarzyna's vulva.

Their tongues could mingle and tease together, and it made Katarzyna's loins quiver in anticipation, feeling something growing.

"Yesss... that's it, my daughters... right there~" she praised, her hands leaving her own body to find their heads, taking the time to caress their crowns affectionately, to play with their locks of hair, raking thick fingers through the silky strands, to brush over their scalps with loving pets.

The moisture between her folds increased significantly, glistening in the candlelight of Katarzyna's room, and like a nectar to her daughters. They took turns to taste her, dragging their tongues firmly up between her folds, letting the flats of their muscles press to that sensitive flesh, and licking all the way to Katarzyna's clitoris.

Each lick to her bud made her shiver some more, and her daughters were only getting more ardent, tongues curling with an aggressive fervour against her sex, drilling against the entrance to her pussy, eager to slip inside.

But for now, the three devious sisters focused on their mother's bud and vulva, tasting her labia and waggling their tongue against her clit with growing speed.

Katarzyna huffed, and played with her breasts, making sure her eyes always looked into those of her daughters, drinking in the lust on their faces, they enjoying the similar look upon Katarzyna's own.

They laughed playfully, salaciously, and Katarzyna moaned in delight as they latched their lips around her bud in turn, heads twisting, lips rolling against the hood of her clitoris, tongues grinding chaotically upon that button, their murmurs buzzing the overly sensitive nub and earning deeper, richer moans from their mother.

Her hips began to buck, juices began to flow, and she could feel herself nearing a very intense climax.

They knew, dragging their fingers along her hips and thighs with possessive need, fingernails clawing against her skin and leaving welts that rapidly faded, scratching their desire for their mother into her.

The flurry of tongues and lips around her womanhood was reaching a fevered pitch, all of them almost frenzied in their hunger. But not yet. The frenzy had yet to start.

All the same, their enthusiastic efforts were rewarded; with a few more vigorous laps to her clit, Katarzyna's hips lifted off the bed several inches, a low, shuddering moan escaping her lips and translating to the rest of her body, the muscle spasms of orgasm making her entire form shake.

Juices sputtered from her pussy, her daughters eagerly lapping up the feminine release before they found themselves kissing one another with such deep eroticism; their blood relation only inflamed their desire for one another, their hands roaming across their bodies, gliding around their curves, groping their breasts, thighs, glutes and more.

They kissed one, then the other, or all at once, their fingers finding their own pussies and toying with each other's intimate places. They pressed breasts together, rocked, undulated, twisted their bodies in obscene desire, their panting laughs of desire muffled by murmuring kisses.

Katarzyna could only grin at this wicked display, both delighting in its lechery, and ever happy her daughters got along so well.

But she had calmed from her climax now... and thus, it was her turn to make them twitch and whine.

What kind of mother would she be otherwise?

With a twisted grin, she rolled forward, sliding her legs behind herself as she adjusted, the bed creaking ever so quietly in protest.

Izolda yelped as they were grabbed and pulled onto their back, Katarzyna pushing between their thighs until their lips were almost brushing across their neat, slim vulva.

They watched their mother with anticipation, Katarzyna licking her lips upon examining how sopping they were.

"You always were so quick to glisten for me~" she teased, her daughter giggling in lusting embarrassment. Giggles that turned to gasps when Katarzyna dragged her tongue firmly up that thin little slit.

Her tongue was broad and strong by comparison, so much larger than her daughters, and she used that to her advantage, pressing firmly enough to splay Izolda's labia either side of her muscle, waggling her tongue like a slithering snake, pushing against the inner folds and massaging that tender flesh.

Slim as Izolda was, their mound was still pleasantly puffy, soft and malleable. Perhaps more so than even her curvier sisters, though they were not so different. A distinction those servants who had come to know the three well struggled to discern. One Katarzyna knew intimately.

However, she was not about to let her focus be on Izolda alone, her hands leaving their hips and finding those of Kalina and Aniela, dragging them closer either side of Izolda, forcing them onto their backs.

There, she pressed her fingers to their gashes, and rubbed and circled against the pliant flesh of their vulvas, massaging them, getting them more aroused than they already were. Circling fingertips to their clits, listening to their sweet gasps and desirous moans, feeling them squirm and grind into the bed, much as Izolda was.

The three tantalising her was a wonderful experience... but she could easily handle all three by herself. Moans slowly replaced the gasps of all of them... especially once Katarzyna pushed two digits each into Aniela and Kalina's pussies.

And for Izolda, that broad tongue invading their depths was equally intense, the muscle curling and twisting about, waggling left and right, tugging on their folds and contours.

Much the same happened with her fingers in her two other daughters' pussies, her digits curling and twisting as they plunged repeatedly. Katarzyna couldn't hook her fingers upwards towards their trigger spots, so instead she kinked her fingers, long and fat compared to the two normal-sized vampires, pushing her knuckles into the opposite walls of their depths, and earning exquisite moans when she hit those sensitive points.

She thrust her digits into them both repeatedly, and pushed her tongue deeper into Izolda's own hole, rocking her lips against their vulva, suckling hard and hungrily, eager murmurs thrumming against their mound as Katarzyna stirred up their innards with her tongue.

A symphony of their combined moans played out wonderfully to Katarzyna's ears, and she was eager to hear that symphony reach a crescendo.

She worked her jaw more vigorously upon Izolda's pussy, practically thrashing that tongue about inside them like a cut snake. As for her hands, they were merciless in probing Kalina and Aniela's depths, moving so fast Katarzyna could hear the slick, sopping noise that came forth, their arousal thick and slippery.

She felt all three of their walls try and clamp down on her fingers and tongue, their bodies starting to quiver.

She had them now, on the cusp of ecstasy. And she had no reason or intention of stopping now, all but chewing on Izolda's pussy and plunging her fingers into Aniela and Kalina's depths like piledrivers, set on pushing them all over the edge.

She got exactly that, all three of them moaning loudly, practically screaming as climax took them, three bodies spasming on three sets of Katarzyna's appendages, feeling their walls quake and clench around her fingers and tongue as sweet surges followed, her lips twisting into a grin right into Izolda's sex.

Their climaxes endured, not least of all because of Katarzyna's continued efforts, stimulating them for as long as she could, making them writhe and squirm helplessly... until she finally pulled back, tongue retreating from Izolda and her fingers pulling free from Kalina and Aniela, leaving all of them to shiver and groan in bliss.

Katarzyna sat on her knees, licking her lips and bringing her fingers to them to have a taste, slipping each digit in turn into her mouth, tongue weaving between her digits and savouring the flavour of her daughters.

This family moment was far from done, however, watching as her three children recovered from a most intense climax shared.

They murmured in desire, and rolled over to again embrace and kiss each other, a tangle of pale, nubile bodies with hands probing and exploring everywhere they could possibly reach.

It was another delightful sight, but Katarzyna did not wish for Aniela or Kalina to miss out on such pleasure.

She leaned forward, and suddenly plucked Aniela from the tangle, draping their legs over her shoulders and forcing their crotch against her face, supporting them with one hand to their rump.

With the other hand, they gripped Izolda, and dragged them beneath her own body, trapping their head between her calves and thighs before smothering them with her voluptuous bottom end, her puffy labia 'kissing' their lips.

She felt their hands creep up the sides of her body and grasp her rump firmly, possessively. But Izolda wasn't going to just work, as they were already doing, dragging their tongue up and down her pussy.

Katarzyna twisted her body slightly to glance at Kalina around Aniela's legs. With a simple look, Kalina knew what their mother wanted, and grinned eagerly.

Trapped in the darkness of Katarzyna's rump, Izolda did not expect Kalina's fingers to plunge into their pussy, their middle sister stirring up their sex with that characteristic aggression.

Kalina laughed gleefully, but that was soon twisted with moans when Katarzyna's free hand found their rump and gave it a good, firm squeeze.

She explored her daughters ass, rolling gropes and sensual, gliding caresses, squeezing firmly enough to let the taut meat partly fill the gaps between her meaty fingers. But soon, her hand shifted as she made for her true goal, grazing a fingertip or two over Kalina's sensitive back door, though she wasn't going to plunder that hole, not right now. She just teased it, finger circling against that ring of muscle, pressing at the entrance but not forcing herself inside.

She was content with this for now, though she'd owe Kalina another orgasm, just as the other two were going to receive.

Izolda moaned into their mother's slit, Kalina's fingers stirring up their innards, whilst Aniela whined and gasped as they clung to Katarzyna's head, feeling that broad tongue curl up and down their slit, the tip tugging on their button repeatedly.

The rolling motions of Katarzyna's muscle flowed over it, pressing it down, swamping it in warming, slick and wriggling flesh, wending back and forth.

Aniela's moans were rich and musical, their walls twitching around Katarzyna's tongue as they were held against her mouth. Their mother happily sucked on their mound, 'chewing' motions with their mouth maximising the stimulation.

Katarzyna's sensitive ears were filled with the slick noise of her tongue exploring Aniela's depths, whilst the vibrations from Izolda's own moaning tickled her sex. It made her purr and croon, and rock her hips, grinding her voluptuous, plush rump to Izolda's head.

Many a man and woman had lost themselves trapped beneath Katarzyna, lost to the wondrous sensation of her chubby, voluminous and pliant cheeks compressing and conforming to their countenance, drowning them in soft, pale flesh, letting the fat roll over their heads, smothering them at every level.

And Izolda was no different, their hands caressing and lustfully clawing at their mother's hips and rump as they sank into the enveloping embrace of their mother's rear. All as they were being fingered by Kalina.

Whom now faltered, feeling Katarzyna's fat digits slide beneath them, gliding a palm across their belly before slipping between their thighs, and finally between their walls, pumping back and forth vigorously.

Kalina moaned luridly, her knees shaking a little from the sudden plunging into their sex.

Aniela was no different, quivering around their mother's head as they left Katarzyna's face sopping, their thighs just as stained with their arousal.

Katarzyna could feel how close they were, their walls closing in on that probing tongue, and with Katarzyna's stature, she could really feel the pressure.

The matron of the house practically crooned into Aniela's pussy, grinning against their nether lips, red eyes peering up at their eldest daughter with wicked glee gleaming in them.

Aniela whined, but they were not holding back, more than ready to endure their next orgasm.

They all were, Kalina's pussy clenching around their mother's fingers, Izolda's tongue shuddering against Katarzyna's clitoris.

She herself was not about to be driven over the edge, Izolda too overwhelmed by her ass to mount an effective attack on her pussy, but Katarzyna would make sure she got her fill of release one way or another.

And quite abruptly, her daughters found their second releases, one after the other, a procession of three different cries of ecstasy filling the air, bodies spasming against their mother, who made sure their bliss was prolonged, rocking her hips upon Izolda's face, pumping her fingers so rapidly in and out of Kalina's pussy it sent droplets flying, and thoroughly stirring up Aniela's spasming canal.

Their carnal song swirled around Katarzyna's ears, but soon enough, their orgasms tapered off and Katarzyna withdrew from their bodies.

She let Aniela lay down on the bed, and lifted herself away from Izolda's body, freeing their head, and pulled her fingers from Kalina, who ceased their attack on Izolda, giving all three a chance to recover for the next blissful release.

That left Kalina as the only one who had yet to feel their mother's tongue.

She gave her daughters a few moments more, before suddenly grabbing Kalina and laying herself on her back. Kalina yelped and laughed as they were placed atop of their mother's face, made to straddle Katarzyna's mouth whilst those two large hands held them in place atop of their mother's head.

Katarzyna looked deep into Kalina's eyes, smirking against their nethers. Her tongue came next, firmly curling between her daughter's labia and caressing the tender, pale pink between.

Kalina moaned softly, and their hands were soon groping themselves, kneading their breasts and caressing their belly.

Katarzyna's own hands wandered, though not to Kalina, one grabbing a hold of Izolda and guiding them upwards until they were laying next to Katarzyna, getting them to turn around until they were laying the same direction as their mother.

Katarzyna walked her fingers down Izolda's belly, circling their navel before creeping between their thighs. She teased her daughter's vulva, two fingers grazing along those sodden outer folds. She curled a thumb inward, and loosely brushed it across Izolda's clitoris, making the young vampire squirm and arch their back slightly.

Katarzyna giggled into Kalina's depths in response, letting their fingers dance across Izolda's pussy. Meanwhile, her other hand beckoned Aniela up to her body. The eldest daughter obediently complied, and was instructed wordlessly to turn around, finding their head grasped from behind, and pushed into Katarzyna's crotch.

Aniela needed no further commands, tongue darting against their mother's clitoris, leaving Katarzyna to traipse her hand up Aniela's back, fingertips rolling over the flexing vertebrae of their spine until her hand came to rest upon Aniela's rump. She took a firm handful of that youthful buttocks, feeling the perky flesh push between her fingers. She kneaded that pleasant, curvy fat, and slipped a thumb between the cleft of their glutes.

A small squeak escaped Aniela when they felt their mother's thumb graze over their backdoor, tracing the shape of that ring of muscle, sensitive and... practised.

She prodded Aniela's pucker, threatening to push inside, applying a firm, rolling massage with her thumb. But she wasn't about to force her way in just yet. They were all so resilient, but it was better to do things more delicately.

She slipped her thumb down, until she felt the tip of Aniela's sex, soaked with the residue of two orgasms and constant arousal. She rubbed her thumb against their vulva, spreading their labia and pushing against the pink, sliding their thumb about to get it all nicely lathered up.

Once Aniela's desire was clinging to her thumb, Katarzyna brought it back to their backdoor, applying yet another firm massage to the ring of muscle. Only now, she wasn't holding back, slipping it to the centre of that ring of muscle, and pushing down firmly, the rest of her hand gripping a full palm of soft, pliable ass.

Aniela groaned exquisitely against Katarzyna's bud, earning a few shudders from the Lady of the House herself. But they did their best not to falter, continuing to lick and suckle on that sensitive bump.

Katarzyna's thumb sunk to the knuckle inside of Aniela's rear, and once there, began to slowly pump in and out of the tight passage, while groping Aniela's buttocks.

She was not neglecting her other daughters in this time, nibbling carefully upon Kalina's own clitoris, letting her teeth ever so gently graze against her daughter's bud, teased with strokes of her tongue.

And with thumb and fingers, she got Izolda squirming and moaning with shrill delight next to her.

It was a wicked tangle of small bodies around a large one, all moaning, all gasping and breathing out their desire. They twisted and undulated, grinding against one another if they could, and never staying still for long, Kalina in particular grinding their hips on Katarzyna's face from the pleasure, the circular motion caressing their mother's head with the luxurious motions of their flexible body.

Katarzyna moaned from Aniela's efforts, bringing their fingers in to graze along Katarzyna's labia.

She pushed her tongue firmly into Kalina's pussy, feeling how their walls clenched and grasped at the invading muscle, trying to snare it like they would any cock that found itself lucky enough to be caught within.

But Katarzyna's tongue was no easy thing to pin down, and she dug it deep between Kalina's walls, earning such luxurious moans from their daughter in the process.

Katarzyna grinned, and intensified her efforts, shaking her head against Kalina's groin, counter to their own movements, waggling their tongue mercilessly at the same time.

By now, they had warmed their dead bodies, and their hearts were racing with lustful vigour, their desire overcoming their immortal undeath's stillness. The heat of their desire burned within them, and they could all smell the blood boiling in each of their bodies.

Katarzyna couldn't help moaning, almost drunk off lust, drinking down the fluids that Kalina secreted from her pussy, their desire just as potent.

Every one of them was utterly sopping, and they only got wetter as they approached their third climax each. Katarzyna was eager to send them over the edge again, but Aniela was doing wonderful work, sucking hard on her clitoris, preparing to push their mother over the edge herself.

It was a race to the finish now, their loud moans filling the bedroom.

But once again, Katarzyna proved her power; Aniela came first despite it just being their anus receiving stimulation, shuddering and spattering liquid lust against the side of their mother's body. Kalina second, buckling over their mother's head and crying out with such potent need, Katarzyna drinking the deluge down with wanton hunger. Izolda spasmed next, squirming atop of the bed and loosing their own surge of ecstasy, the bedding going to be in need of a good cleaning after this. Hardly an unusual state of affairs, plenty of extra linen always on hand... for most every bed in the Castle.

And given what often stained the sheets, they had strong cleaning agents, locally crafted.

Katarzyna banished such thoughts when she felt her own climax come over her, a loud moan buzzing Kalina's pussy as Aniela's efforts, shaky from their orgasm, still pushed their mother over the brink.

The four of them shivered together, pulling their mouths free of whatever was obstructing them to loose such wicked gasps of release.

They basked in the afterglow together, but as before, the ravenous vampires were quick to recover, Katarzyna especially so, licking her lips and grinning deviously as she laid herself on her side, and beckoned for her daughters to come to her.

"Let me hug you~" she purred, and they eagerly crawled to her once they regained composure, giggling and murmuring into kisses received, the three of them taking turns to lock lips with their mother, whoever remained on the sidelines contenting themselves to revere their mother's enormous, voluptuous form, peppering kisses and painting licks gracing the smooth, pallid skin of Katarzyna's form.

She herself was more than happy to shift her lips elsewhere, suckling on nipples and kissing breasts, licking and smooching bellies, and leaving brush strokes of saliva behind on thighs and calves.

She looked down upon them whenever they weren't kissing her, focused on enjoying her body, her hands doing the same to theirs.

They all knew what was to come next, but they wanted to enjoy this wonderful moment for as long as possible, embracing one another, kissing, grinding, groping, caressing.

They entwined each other, Katarzyna groping Izolda's smaller breasts and buttocks and suckling on their neck, both watching Aniela and Kalina embrace and kiss each other deeply, nubile bodies gliding upon one another, legs and arms constantly shifting and touching.

At some point, Katarzyna had Aniela and Izolda suckling her nipples whilst Kalina playfully gnawed and mouthed over one of her glutes. But they all took turns to worship the different parts of her body, in different positions, Katarzyna constantly rolling to let her daughters take her in different ways, at one point smiling down at the upper half of Aniela's face, their eyes just barely visible looking up through her cleavage, one hand wrapped around her bust to utterly smother Aniela in her bust. The other hand was firmly gripped to the back of Izolda's head, pushing them into the smooth, curvy rolls of her belly, leaving Kalina to groan as their mother slowly gyrated their glutes atop their face.

She wanted to make sure all her daughters got a turn, and gave them a chance to make up for orgasms they didn't get to give their mother, spreading her legs wide for Izolda who let their fingers dance across her clitoris with all the prowess of a master pianist. Fingertips twirling around her bud, between its surfaces and its hood, twin digits gliding either side of that nub, ever so gently pinching it and rolling it between fingertips. Their other hand pushing three fingertips as deep as they could go into Katarzyna's pussy, flexing and curling, tugging on the contours of her sensitive depths. With such masterful ministrations, it did not take long at all for her to cum, moaning aloud into the cool air of the bedroom, though with how hot their bodies had become, and how little the cold mattered to them, they couldn't feel the chill at all.

Kalina soon took Izolda's place, leaving the eldest and the youngest to embrace one another, their lurid kiss a welcome side spectacle to Kalina opting for a different approach, fitting their personality; they slotted their legs around one of their mother's thighs, and firmly ground a thigh of their own against Katarzyna's vulva, their knee occasionally reaching their slit and rubbing against her clit.

They rocked their body, practically growling their lust as they sought to make their mother cum, reaching forth to assertively fondle Katarzyna's breasts, swapping between them at their leisure.

Suffice to say, even the aggressive approach was working, Katarzyna's bud swamped by taut but pliant thigh meat, smooth skin quickly slicked by her arousal.

The mattress shifted beneath their motions, and Kalina's moans turned to soft but primal laughs, a growling edge to them as they rubbed their leg to their mother's vulva.

This almost animalistic energy was a contrast to the others, a lovely bit of variety among the vampires of Castle Mroczna.

Even still, every caress, every brush of smooth skin against voluptuous flesh, was tantalising, sensual. Even when pressing firmly, it felt light, a hint of grace ever present. Kalina knew exactly how much pressure to apply even with such a seemingly crude method to make it a joy, rocking Katarzyna's clit back and forth beneath their leg.

And soon, their efforts bore fruit, Katarzyna groaning loudly in bliss, rocking her head back and shuddering as orgasm took her.

Kalina laughed in delight and triumph, always ecstatic to make their mother cum.

Afterwards, they returned to their mutual, erotic cuddling, Katarzyna kissing her daughters and holding them close. They kissed her, and each other, there was no real hierarchy now, though her daughters were smitten with her soft body. All the same, they groped each other just as much as they did their mother, thighs grinding against thighs, fingers sinking into supple fat, lips leaving sucking kisses everywhere. Nipples were sucked, fingers grazed against sensitive points but opted not to escalate. They were simply basking in the aftermath of their debauchery... and resting for the most obscene finale to come.

Slowly, their lips gravitated towards necks, and fangs grazed against skin in hungry nibbles. Katarzyna was no different, curling her tongue firmly up the neck of Kalina, pricking their throat with her fangs. She slipped her lips to the side of their neck, a shuddering, submissive but happy sigh escaping the normally assertive Kalina.

Katarzyna grinned... and bit down slowly.

Her lips sealed to the skin as her fangs sank to their roots inside of Kalina's flesh. There was no pain for her daughter, only a luxurious, exquisite moan, toes curling softly, fingers digging into their mother's breasts. Katarzyna hadn't even started drinking yet, but the bite alone was enough to send shivers down Kalina's spine.

When she did start to sip, the breathless gasps of ecstasy were exquisite.

Kalina's head lolled back, and clung to their mother whilst their sisters kneaded their ass and traced fingers along their vertebrae.

They giggled whilst Kalina moaned, and Katarzyna grinned against her daughter's neck, starting to gently tug with each audible gulp.

Izolda and Aniela nipped at their mother and sister, gently biting down on soft parts of their bodies, kneading and groping too.

Murmurs escaped their lips, all of them, as their desire and their hunger intensified.

But Katarzyna wasn't about to feast on Kalina in one go like her usual prey. This was something more mutual... and moaned when Kalina rocked their head forward, and sank their own fangs into their mother's shoulder.

They too began to drink, mutually sharing their blood as arousal freshly slicked their pussies, though they had no need to touch themselves now.

But soon after, Katarzyna released her daughter's neck, and Kalina did the same, both gasping with obscene lust. There was no need to go so quickly, as Katarzyna beckoned Aniela into her embrace.

They happily complied, moaning just from feeling their mother's strong arms wrap around them, taking a firm handful of their rump with one hand. They kissed each other, curled their tongues together, before Katarzyna brought her terrible, tantalising fangs to Aniela's shoulder, rivulets of crimson rolling down the back of their shoulder as a moan escaped them.

At the same time, she felt a bite to her rump, Izolda playfully sipping from that supple flesh, moaning from the taste of their own mother. Katarzyna moaned too, the feeling of her own blood being sapped such a wondrous experience.

They squirmed together, twisting around in their bliss, but Katarzyna eventually released Aniela too, to let them have their turn, gasping as their eldest bit down on her chest, groping her at the same time they drank down her blood.

Aniela faltered when they felt Kalina take their arm, sipping straight from their wrist. Soon, Aniela pulled away from their mother and coaxed Kalina off their arm, the two moving to embrace each other and engage in a mutual bite to their necks, moaning salaciously, grinding and humping against one another and letting their hands roam shamelessly across their bodies.

Katarzyna took this opportunity to pry Izolda off her ass, flipping her daughter over and making them playfully yelp. The mattress sagged under Katarzyna's weight as she shifted positions, splaying apart Izolda's rump and exposing her back door. She gave the ring of muscle a teasing lick, before getting her revenge and letting her fangs puncture that supple ass fat.

Izolda yowled in delight as their mother sipped from her glute, and Katarzyna simply admired her daughter's curves; though Izolda was the slimmest of the three, that didn't mean they were little more than a stick, their chest and rump still able to comfortably wrap around a man's penis, if barely. Such softness proved the downfall of many humans, and Katarzyna happily indulged in it.

But once she decided Izolda had punishment enough, she released them, delighting in their moans.

Kalina and Aniela had released each other too, if for but a moment, a pause before they returned to draining one another, but Katarzyna had other designs. She grabbed Izolda and Aniela, and coaxed them to her chest as she sat up, reclining on her thighs.

She didn't say a word, but when they felt their mother's hands to the backs of their heads, and saw where Katarzyna was guiding them, they showed no resistance, smiling wickedly as they were drawn to their mother's chest.

Their lips clasped around her areolae and rapidly flicked against her nipples, teasing the sensitive nubs mercilessly.

But they knew why their mother had brought them to her chest; she could not nurse them the normal way. But she could do so in a more depraved way... moaning as they bit down and pierced her with two sets of fangs.

They began to suck, 'chewing' on her breasts and sipping down her blood, tugging on her breasts with each gulp.

It was a wicked but wonderful sensation, something that made Katarzyna feel so very good, on a level above what her daughters were inflicting on her.

To be able to 'nurse' her precious girls, to feed them like this... it filled a small piece of her that was too often empty.

They murmured softly themselves, melting into their mother's soft body, kneading her breasts to coax more 'flow' from them, red stains forming around Katarzyna's peaks.

Such pleasure permeated her, holding her daughters' heads to her chest to let them feed so lecherously. She'd happily let them feed until she came, but there was one going without such delight right now.

Katarzyna gave her two daughters a few more moments to suckle, before gently prising them off her, their mouths as messily stained as their mother's breasts.

They giggled and grinned, blood-stained teeth contrasting with the darkened lips around them.

Katarzyna was little better, laughing softly before laying on her side and tempting Kalina over to enjoy their fill.

They pushed into their mother, lying on their side and taking the breast closest to the bed into their mouth, before putting another set of puncture holes into her teat and beginning their feed.

Their other hand groped Katarzyna's unattended breast, whilst Aniela and Izolda wrapped themselves around each other and bit down into neck and shoulder respectively, moaning as they rubbed themselves together.

Kalina moaned and murmured happily, enjoying her 'breastfeed', pinching the nipple of the other breast between two fingers, lewdly gulping and smacking with rocking head movements upon the mammary they feasted from.

Katarzyna smiled upon her daughter, and looked to her other girls, happily locked together as they fed.

In time, Kalina released their mother's breast, and a traipsing hand from Katarzyna broke Aniela and Izolda out of their embrace, giggles and rich laughs filling the space as they all came together again.

Their lips were stained red, messy and glossy, though the blood was dark. Normally, feeding on the blood of the dead was harmful for a vampire, but not so if it was from another vampire. It had a different taste, an exquisite taste.

And given they all shared the same blood running through their veins, it brought them such delight.

Again, no words were shared, but a languid frenzy ignited, as they all descended upon one another, taking turns to bite each other, to suck and to feast. To lick, kiss, grope, and tease. They massaged one another, Katarzyna smothering her daughters and biting into them where she could, at one point lifting up the leg of Aniela as they were pinned beneath her rump, their fangs sinking into her buttocks while Katarzyna fed from their calf, arching her spine as much as she could.

She felt teeth in her thighs, she bit down into arms, faces sank into her belly and fed from there. They were now a constantly shifting mass of curvaceous bodies around this one truly voluptuous core, moans mixing together in a discordant but utterly debauched song, accompanied by lurid, wet slurps, smacks and gulps. Giggles, laughs, cackles, they came too as the slow frenzy heated up. Hands and lips smeared blood stains across pale skin, red lip marks peppered that silky canvas of flesh, and the smell of sex and blood filled the room as their combined moans began to intensify.

They were at their most intimate now, sharing their blood, feeding and being fed on, biting and being bitten, mother and daughters together as one squirming mass of ecstasy and taboo.

Dark puncture wounds covered them, though they would regenerate in a timely enough manner. They embraced, they slid breasts against one another, stained with blood and spreading the terrible 'paint' across each other, streaks of red breaking up their pallid forms.

Their panting and moaning got quicker, more intense. And soon, they were crying out, repeatedly. One orgasm, two orgasms, three, four, spaced out quite a bit, giving plenty of time for their heaving bodies and roaming hands and sliding legs to grind and grope, the wicked massage of their sinful communion a sight both terrible and utterly lurid to behold, erotic in the extreme. Juices spattered from their pussies, moisture surging in their ecstasy and leaving the bed a mess of bloodstains and marks of arousal.

Pleasure was theirs, they indulged as they wanted, none to tell them otherwise.

But even they had limits to their endurance, and in time, they were both filled and drained, and very satisfied, their pallid bodies covered in scattered splotches of crimson.

Aniela, Kalina, and Izolda laid against Katarzyna, happy and content as their mother stroked their curves and their hair. They occasionally turned over to kiss each other, but even that eventually died down as they basked in their satisfaction.

"You are so good to me, my children~" Katarzyna spoke up softly, holding her daughters close.

"We'd do anything for you, mother~" Aniela assured, pecking Katarzyna's breasts.

"You'd do anything for us~" Kalina added, nibbling teasingly against their mother's belly.

"And you make us so happy, we can only return the favour~" Izolda finished, caressing Katarzyna's thighs.

Katarzyna chuckled happily, licking her lips.

"All true... you are my precious girls~ Nothing on this Earth will change that~"

They giggled happily, and snuggled closer to their mother.

She sighed out contentedly, and then looked over the bed and laughed.

"Stay with me a little longer, my dears... let us not dump the mess we have made on the servants so soon~" she remarked, earning giggles in response.

"Of course~" the three younger vampires replied in unison, sharing laughs as they embraced their mother closely, basking in the lingering warmth of their ecstasy and their sinful lovemaking. And they'd not long woken up...

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Two cloaked figures stood amongst the trees atop one of the ridges overlooking the valley, the dour village of Dolina Mroku already shrouded in shadow as the sun set behind the valley walls. Castle Mroczna sat overlooking the village, the final glints of sunlight fading from the peaks of its turrets.

The dark cloaks shielded them from the wind and the Spring chill, but most importantly, shielded them from prying eyes, if there were any.

"That's the place?" a woman spoke quietly, her voice muffled by cloth mask, obscuring her accent, though she was clear enough.

"Yes," replied a man, gruff and clinical. He handed the woman a parcel, and she took it deftly, slipping it into her cloak.

"This is a weird job you're hiring me for," she told him.

"You need not take anything if you don't think it important. Information is what is valuable to us, not trinkets."

"And you're sure the castle is occupied?"

"You've heard the news. It is not as abandoned as it seems. The occupants are dangerous and perceptive. Make sure you use what is in that parcel, it will help hide you."

The woman bowed her head downwards at her body sceptically.

"If that isn't ominous," she quipped.

"As long as you stay hidden, you'll be fine. You're used to this sort of thing, are you not?"

"Usually my employers want me to steal things too, but gathering information isn't abnormal. And you're paying me generously enough. Just know I'm sure you're not telling me anything."

The woman adjusted a pack hidden beneath her cloak, and began to descend towards the road leading into Dolina Mroku.

"But when has that ever stopped me?" she called back before focusing on the mission at hand.

The man watched, until she was out of earshot.

"Hopefully you don't have to find out what you're walking into. But we can't risk our own until we're ready. Good luck," he said to himself, and then turned around and headed back the way he came.