Francesca Karlburg was a highly respected mage - Powerful, she was one of the most important members of the town council of Rendsburg. The town was growing a lot, and the people were prospering, a great deal part in thanks to her wise leadership of the town council. She had flowing golden hair that framed her aristocratic face, and sensual, gorgeous lips. Ron reckoned they were a perfect pair of dicksucking lips when he saw them, frankly - That's how the horny old perv viewed women.She wore an elegant white robe with smooth slits that ran from her calves to her thighs, exposing the pale marble thighfat that swelled out into her jiggling rump of deliciously breedable MILFmeat, and perfect breeding handle hips, wide enough to pump out plenty of kids! Her eyes glowed with intelligence and wisdom- And those eyes fixed on Ron when he arrived to the town, judging him a little suspiciously.
Ronald was little more than a homeless vagrant, moving from place to place, banging any girl in sight before dipping to the next, a cycle that repeated itself over and over. Recently Ron had moved in a new village, which just happened to be led by a powerful couple, one of them being the gorgeous sorceress Francesca. She was really hot! That and her influence made her quite an appetizing target for him. And so it was that as he snuck into the town of Rendsburg, he would find himself escorted to be screened by the ruling couple. And when she came up to him, Francesca could feel her head suddenly get a lot lighter. And the moment Ron spoke, she couldn't take her eyes off of him, for the old bum wore only a set of bathing robes.
"... We've had a lot of New Arrivers lately. Luckily for you, I've actually got enough time to interview you personally. We don't allow just anyone into this town." She folded her arms, and signalled to one of her assistants. "My husband will conduct an interview with you- You were hoping for temporary residence, yes? If you're just passing through, the process will be less rigorous. If you pass the interview, my husband will take you around the town and spend some time with you to introduce you to important people and places." The slightly weedy young man came over to Ron- "Good afternoon gramps- Could you just come with me this way?" Francesca turned away, making to leave the room, picking up her mages staff as she went.
"Well, I was hoping you could do a one to one interview with me? I do feel a lot better being accompanied by a good looking girl like yourself. So long as you're sure your man won't get on our case for it, that is~" He chuckled. Ron casually flirted with the powerful queen mage like she was any random woman.
Francesca turned around when he addressed her. There was something about this old-timer... Something strange. His look made her womb quiver, but she didn't know that yet- She stammered. "H-Hm? What? Well-" She scoffed. "That's outrageous! I'm- You shouldn't..." Francesca considered, pausing her objections... Mulling over the idea.
Her husband John stammered- "H-Hey, gramps, be polite to my wife- Don't-"
Francesca just laughed. "Oh sweetie, don't worry about it! I'll interview him- I can sense something about him."
"So, I heard your name was Francesca, right? I know you are beloved by your people. It must be hard living up to the expectations of the masses. I would love to know more about you as well, your majesty." Ron would gently hold her hand and plant a kiss on it. Seemingly as a sign of submission and respect, but in actuality, as a way to worm his way into her mind
"Oh~!" Francesca laughed, a blush rising to her face as Ron so casually and confidently kissed her hand. She froze for a moment, then spoke a little more calmly. Firmly. "You can leave us now then sweetheart." Her husband frowned- "... Sure, honey, okay. Call me if you want me." Foolishly trusting his wife, who obviously couldn't possibly resist Ron (She was only female after all), he walked out the room. Francesca gave a stunningly girlish giggle as he shut the door, making him shiver. "Oh, don't call me your majesty~! I'm just on the town council, ahahaha- Yes, I am Francesca- Francesca Karlburg." Her brain was fizzing a little from the kiss.
"And where do you hail from, old man? You look like a total tramp, I must say..." She frowned at him- But it didn't last, and she was soon smiling submissively again.
"You're not wrong. I have nothing. No home, no family to turn to, nothing. I just try to do my best to live, going from place to place just trying to survive. Truth be told, I never had a chance at a normal life..." Ron made a troubled face. Seeing as he already built rapport with Francesca, he used this opportunity to try and appeal to her heart and make himself seem miserable. It was a shameless act of course, but Francesca would be too high off of his erotic aura to sniff out the truth from him
Francesca smiled sympathetically- "Oh you poor man! At your age, truly? That's awful!" She sighed, and rubbed her forehead. "It's dreadful how these things happen." The kind witch shook her head sadly. "I hope this town can give you a second chance, Mr Ron- That-" She was shocked to see his next action.
"I was just hoping to find refuge. You have a great reputation for being a benevolent leader, so I was hoping you, Francesca, could help me out" Ron would get on his knees in front of her, and proceeded to kiss her feet. It seemed like he was putting himself below her, but quite the opposite, it only made her feel more interested in him. And as Francesca could notice, Ron wore nothing underneath, as the outline of his big dick was visible on the robes. If it were anyone else she would have freaked out and called it a pervert, but after hearing from him about his situation and getting used to his pheromones, she couldn't help but chalk it up to him being homeless. Not that she disliked the sight of it anyhow.
"I always dreamed of helping a big powerful woman such as yourself, Lady Fracesca. Would you allow me to serve you? I promise, I will work myself to the bone for your sake from this point on!" Ron gently massaged her feet as he continued. Getting her to soften up to his touch. And from that angle, Ron would take the opportunity to peek under her dress as his eyes darted from her panties to her eyes, pleading to her.
She shook her head hurriedly- "Really, you needn't serve me Ron." The massage was just worsening her total attraction to the perverted old-timer. She even noticed him look up her robe, but her brain just didn't process there could be anything problematic about that. "Come on Ron, you're clearly a harmless old fellow- Why don't we get you some clothes? Our town is famous for it's weavers- I can take you around, it would be my pleasure. And please, don't kneel! It's fine, really-" She stammered as he touched her feet again- Just his kiss sent an electric thrill through her, making her bite her bottom lip and quiver a little. "H-Hnfh- Anh- Really, Mr Ron, do get up."
"Oh, really? Why thank you!" Ron would suddenly grab a big handful of Francesca's fat ass, using it to 'pull himself up. "Yes, do get u- Oh~!" The MILF Sorceress gave an adorable squeal of surprise, her hand flying to her cheek- She just stammered. "Ahahaha~! Sorry, you surprised me Ron~!" She brushed her hair behind her ear, giggling shyly at the old timer's hand casually crushed her PAWG assfat through the tight fabric of her mages robe.
He stood on command. For now, he obeyed her, selling the servile act quite a bit. It was blatant the improper act despite him making it seem as though he just wanted to feel the fabric, it was literally molestation, and yet, Francesca couldn't help but weirdly enjoy and somehow excuse him as just being playful
"That's a quality dress, Francesca. It does look very hot on you." She giggled. "Oh, you think so? Thank you Ron~! That's very kind." Francesca nodded proudly. Ron grinned. "I hope your weavers can make something nice for me." Francesca smiled reassuringly. "Oh definitely, they'll make something excellent for you."
