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Maledict	By : kruemel Category: +S through Z > Witcher 2, The: Assassins of Kings Views: 8178 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: The Witcher 2, the characters of the game and Andrzej Sapkowski's books don't belong to me. This is a non-profit fanfiction.

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"Cursed you will be! Any of you who dares to touch me, will be cursed!" the old hag screamed when she found herself cornered by Roche's Blue Stripes. "Your manhood will be eaten away by maggots, it will rot on your living body..."

Uneasily the men looked at each other, some even fumbled the front of their pants as if to reassure their cocks were still there. None of them made a move towards the witch that was crouching in the corner of her ramshackle hut. Ves rolled her eyes and took over, walking towards the miserable woman.

"Cursed you will be!" the old woman screamed, clawing at the female soldier towering in front of her. Ves ran a hand through her short blonde hair and shook her head with a grin of amusement playing around her lips.

"It's over, hag. We know you helped the Scoia'tael. That makes you a traitor and traitors get hanged. It's as simple as that and no curse will save your sad old ass. Besides I have no cock," Ves informed the witch in a bored matter of fact manner.

"Cursed you will be!"

"Yeah,yeah." Ves grabbed the old woman by her tangling grey her and dragged her out of the hut. Her comrade Blue Stripes gave way, none of them daring to touch the witch. "Sissies," Ves spat at them.

"You say it, you got no cock," Thirteen mumbled, clutching to his through his pants as if he feared it could fall off any moment. "People say she really can do stuff like that, you know. Curses, magick, wicked shit."

Ves snorted. "Anybody of you man enough to give me a hand with her?" she asked pushing her captive to the ground under the tree she was going to hang from sooner or later. More likely later as none of the male Blue Stripes moved to help Ves with the rope. Cursing them under her breath Ves attached the rope herself, tossed the loop over the traitor's neck and fastened the rope's and at her horse's saddle.

The old hag looked up at her from the ground. Her eyes were blind and still Ves shuddered under her gaze. It felt as if she was seeing right through her into depths not even Ves truly understood of herself. "Cursed you will be!" she repeated over and over again, her voice shrill and hysteric.

Ves stepped back and slapped her horses backside, ordering it to move and pull the hag upwards by her thin wrinkly neck. She began to twitch and shake when her feet lost contact to the ground. Her face turned blue than black, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets as she gasped for breath, her tongue poking out of her mouth, thick and black. It was nasty and took far longer than Ves had intended. The whole incident left Ves feeling awfully guilty and dirty.

"Ding, dong, the witch is dead," Thirteen sing-songed once it was over and the body was dangling lifelessly from the branch of the oak tree.

"Argh, shut the fuck up, you jerk!"

Two weeks had passed and nothing had happened. During the chaos Foltest's death caused Ves had almost forgotten about the old hag and her curse. She felt an itching between her legs that would grow stronger during time passing but it was not really painful, just a little unnerving and uncomfortable. She found herself checking for maggots and of course found none. "You're a fool, Ves," she scolded herself. "Get over it. There is no curse! Concentrate on what you have to do, your duties and forget about that silly curse."

It was in Flotsam that very night that she had been waiting for a very long time. She was loyal, she was the best soldier Roche could possibly find and she would do anything for him. If he told her to jump she would only ask: "How high?" Vernon Roche had freed her from the Squirrel gang that had burnt down her village and killed anybody but her. And he had seen in her more than just a village girl and given her a chance and a mission. She was thankful and paid back as good as she could. She was as obedient and loyal as a dog when it came to Vernon Roche - and she was secretly in love with him.

Of course she wouldn't tell or make any move. It was unthinkable that they could be together. It would endanger the mission and the mission was far more important than her wet dreams of her and Roche between the sheets together.

Of course ther was a tension. She could sense it whenever they were alone together and she knew Roche felt it, too. It was too obvious to ignore and still they did there very best to avoid and body contact and keep their conversations strictly to business.

Until, well, until after Foltest's death everything changed and she found herself alone with Roche in their headquarters in Flotsam while the Blue Stripe Elite soldiers were trying to cross the river on whore's backs together with the Witcher. They had gotten it into their dickheads no matter what Ves said or tried so she frustratedly picked up their clothes and stuff and returned to the headquarters.

"Where the hell has everybody gone to?" Vernone asked on her entry. He looked her up and down, spotting the clothes and weapons she carried. "Do I want to know?"

"No, Sir, you don't. But I'm afraid you will learn about it anyway. It's totally impossible to keep secret and the whole town will laugh about it for months." Ves threw Geralt's belongings into a chest and her comrades' stuff onto their beds. She was very aware she was all alone with Roche. Like always distance was her best armor so she avoided even looking at him. "Stupid bunch of idiots," she murmured. "They make complete fools of themselves. I really tried to stop them."

"And of course they wouldn't listen." Roche knew his men. He had chosen them personally, all of them and he knew her faults and qualities. Whatever they did, none of them would ever endanger the mission. He got up from behind his desk and patted Ves shoulder.

Ves hadn't expected this from him and spun round to find herself face to face with Vernon Roche - close, very close, far too close for her to avoid blushing bright crimson. She wasn't a shy girl or inexperienced. She had to get along with a bunch of elite soldiers after all. And the "elite" didn't include their manners. She knew quite well how to handle them and although her gender made her stand aside sometimes they accepted her.

When it came to Vernon things were different. She could fuck any Blue Stripes man without destroying what the Blue Stripes were for her. Spreading her legs for Vernon wouldchange everything.

She was staring at him with her beautiful blue eyes, longing for him to make the first move across the point of no return - and hoping he wouldn't.

"Ves," Roche mumbled and she could smell he had drunken wine - probably enough to make this situation difficult. She found herself proved right when he moved closer, placing one arm around her waist. He raised his hand to brush her cheek softly and Ves knew this was the last chance to break away and get things back to what they should be like. Instead she leant into the touch and welcomed his kiss when his lips met hers.

It was then when she felt the pain. And the wiggling movement between her legs. The kiss that should have tasted sweet was foul and rotten. Ves choked on the taste and pushed away from Roche. He stumbled and fell, the scarf around his head gone lose blinding him for a moment. Ves didn't care. Neither for him calling her nor if he had gotten hurt when falling.

She rushed past him towards the latrine as fast as she could. Cursing she fumbled with the laces of her pants and when she had finally gotten them down far enough to see what the hell was there moving between her legs she wished she had never looked.

Ves almost puked. She had seen enough rotting corpses and the maggots eating at them - but maggots spilling out of her pussy were certainly new to her and an experience she could have done without. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she whimpered. She had to get help. Now. "Don't panic,don't panic!" Ves was a good soldier because she functioned even when in deep shit trouble. This had gotten her through all kinds of trouble alive and she was planning to keep things going that way.

She pulled herself together and pulling her pants back up stumbled out of the latrine to find Anezka. The Blue Stripes never went anywhere whithout finding out anything about that place that was worth knowing. A witch certainly was a thing one would want information about so Ves knew exactly about Anezka's profession and where in Lobinden she could be found.

Not caring for the late hour she hammered at Anezka's door until the witch opened. She didn't seem too surprised about the visitor. If only half of the rumors about her were true she probably had many people seeking her advice any time of the day. "I have a problem and you will help me," Ves said hastily while pushing the witch aside to enter her hut.

About five minutes later Ves had explained the problem and Anezka had come up with a solution that made Ves stare at her in disbelief.

"You have to be kidding!"

"Nope."

Somehow Ves couldn't get rid of the feeling Anezka was enjoying the situation.

"Okay, let me get this right. At midnight I go to the altar of Veyopatis. I put a gift on the altar - you suggest bread in the form of a huge penis - and then I fuck myself with a silver dildo that you have rubbed with some herbs until I come. And when I'm done I go and fuck the very first guy I meet."

"Exactly." Anezka beamed at her,

Ves frowned. "This isn't funny."

"Not for you," the witch admitted.

"Where the hell shall I get a silver dildo from?"

"Ask the smith to make one for you."

"And penis bread?"

"A baker might be the right address."

"You have to be kidding!"

"Sweetheart, your pussy is being eaten by maggots. I would hurry if I were you."

Anezka was right and so Ves made her way towards the smith. The witch promised to take care of the bread so Ves at least wouldn't have to visit the baker as well.

"You want a WHAT?" the dwarf asked in disbelief. She had literally kicked him out of bed and he was standing there in his nightshirt with his beard neatly rolled up in curlers.

"You totally understood. Hurry up and don't waste my time with stupid questions. I pay you a fortune that's all you have to know," Ves snarled, stepping from foot to foot in the hope it would ease the awful wiggling feeling - which it didn't.

"Sure, sure," the dwarven smith grumbled as he made his way to his smithy. "Just one last question, lass, what size do you want it to be?"

It was almost midnight when Ves returned to Anezka's hut with the silver dildo. The witch rubbed it with the ointment and handed Ves the basket with the bread. "Hurry, you have to start the ritual exactly at midnight," the witch instructed her. "You have one try. Don't mess it up."

Ves felt like a complete idiot when she walked through the woods towards the altar of Veyopatis with a huge silver dildo in her pocket and a basket with freshly baked penis bread. "This better works," she mumbled under her breath.

Like a huge silver plate the moon hung in the velvet sky, peeping through the branches of the forest trees. Dots of stars surrounded her like sparkling gems. Ves was unaware of the beauty. All she could care about was the pale light illuminating her path. She had thought the forest to be silent at night but there were far too many noises to make her jump. Her hand reached for her sword more than once and if not for that damn curse she'd have not set a foot into that damn forest alone at night.

Ves arrived just in time. Hurriedly she put the bread onto the altar inside the mouth of the huge stone head that she guessed was meant to be Veyopatis. That was the easy part.

"Veyopatis, please release me from this curse," the Blue Stripes soldier murmured while she stripped out of her clothes.

She laid down on the ground on stones covered with cool soft moss and held up the dildo for the god to see before she slowly eased it into her cunt. The silver felt cool against her hot skin, soothing the pain between her legs. The moment she had sheathed the large toy inside of her the wiggling stopped. She waited for a few moments, not daring to look. Then Ves pulled the toy out again and with utter relief found the maggots gone. She was tempted to just leave now but Anezka had warned her to do exactly as she had told her. There was only one chance to gain Veyopatis help to lift the curse from her. If she messed up Anezka couldn't do anything for Ves anymore.

So obediently Ves slid the dildo back into her pussy, working it with the silver rod. First she had difficulties relaxing and giving into the sensation of the hard metal stretching her cunt. Then she found her pace, her breathe quickened and her free hand began to wander over her body. She caressed her tits, twisting the nipples between her fingers until they were hard little pebbles. Her hand slid farther down to her sensitive clit, rubbing it until the pleasure took control over her whole body and she truly worshipped the ancient deity.
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