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Wet Cherry of Truth	By : uztre Category: +S through Z > Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Views: 96295 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Summary:
Like Cinia told her, Triss attends the Golden Sturgeon to meet her most dedicated and anonymous patron. As clueless the redhead is, she can't believe her eyes when she finally gets behind the unknown customer's true identity. Shocked and thrilled at the same time, Triss decides to make one step further and have the best sex of her life so far but ignoring the impact on her past completely.
Tags: F/M, blowjob, pussy-eating, doggystyle, bareback, rough sex
Notes:
- Spell-checked on June 14, 2018
Being on her way to her newest patron and fan, Triss drifted in her high heels through the damp backstreets of the Novigrad Harbor. The aim was the Golden Sturgeon, one of many taverns within the city walls. Its harborside location made the roadhouse a popular location for locals and travelers alike. Majorly frequented by sailors and longshoremen, this rowdy and expansive tavern had a reputation for violent behavior, where fistfights and the battle-hardened people went to quench their thirst for mead and sometimes bloodletting. And it seemed for intimate nookies and flings with whores too.

It was almost dark as the red-haired sorceress reached the tavern with its sign in the form of - what else could it be - a golden fish, a sturgeon swinging in the wind. The place was brim-full. The stench of alcohol almost made her keel over as she stepped in and closed the door behind. Triss' eyes skimmed over the table where merchants, sailors, and slackers were playing some rounds of gwent, laughing and jabbering on about the tight security measures of the Temple Guards or their nagging wives at home.

"The first floor, left room. Here is the key. From time to time I'll do inspection rounds and check everything is fine. Okay?" A beautiful, young girl appeared. Her freckles and blue eyes amazed the redhead. According to the girl's clothes, she was a barmaid and between twenty and twenty-five years old.

Triss only bowed with a smile and scurried upstairs through the cheerful crowd like a phantom. That was the plan. On the way, she felt how eyes fixated her lascivious body, how sweaty palms slid up the skirt of her skimpy dress and possessively fondled her butt cheeks like they were free-to-use, how fingers ran over her pussy and even pushed inside. Her cheeks blushed as Triss was slapped across the backside several times and she helplessly tottered on to a beefy sailor's lap, chest pressing against each other.

Seeing his chance coming, the drunk man immediately pressed his hands against Triss' C-cup breasts, pinched her already hard nipples and played with them like they belonged to him. A sultry moan escaped the hot-tempered sorceress' lips when the molester reached out for the hem of her dress and pulled it down, made her tits cramped inside the tight dress ooze out like overripe fruits, blatantly presented to every men's pleasure around. "Fuckin' titties are sweat!" Triss heard men blurting. "How much, whore?!" Some of them asked straight to the point. "Which back alley and corner is your home, bitch?!" Another uttered nearby. Triss didn't find the time to drop her own comment as the strong sailor taken her tits hostages began to suck and squeeze his fingers together, tongue flipping over the sensitive skin of her teats before lips embracing its pink buttons and sucking them sore.

The whole affection was too much, as Triss closed her eyes and let him do as he liked. She could feel her pussy juices moisten her black thong and dripping down the man's pants. "What a needy whore we have here. What's your name?" He occasionally asked, breath smelling of cherry. "Triss Merigold, Sir. But for twenty bucks I can be whoever you want," the red-haired sorceress teased, her wet slit constantly caressing his semi-erect cock through the thin fabric of his trousers. "Where is your place to turn tricks, bitch? Where can we all find you if we need a fuckmeat to plow?"

"Massive Oak, Sir," Triss replied in an instant, breathing quickly. "If not there, I'll usually go on the game somewhere nearby. You can't miss me."

"Good, whore. Now fuck off and stop drenching my clothes with your horny cunt. I said bugger off, you useless cumdumpster! I'll fuck you later, not now!" The sailor barked and nudged the surprised sorceress the way she was forced to stand up again. Pussy juices were visibly pouring down the white thigh-high stockings and causing the audience to chuckle in a disdainful manner. Triss' cheeks turned red, not because of the men's abusive treatment and humiliation which was a normal thing and she grew accustomed to it during the last seven days, but because of the shameful realization that she was such a horny slut if she hadn't had her daily usual dose of eight cocks she became so fiercely inured to. Her pussy was lingering after some rough affection so evidently that she had found herself on the verge of selling her curvy body at a symbolic price of one copper to every man passing by.

It was the first time in her life when Triss experienced how much the job and the situation in the brothel had changed her. She was always aware of her strong libido but this was different now, more possessive and tenacious. It revealed a part of her, a dark desire she had accomplished to suppress so far.

But that fight seemed to be over now.

For better or for worse? Triss had no clue.

After stretching the hem of the skirt down to her stockings and fishing the raw tits back under the dress, the red-haired sorceress rushed upstairs. The first floor itself was used as a large storeroom, chests, and bags clogging the way. At the end of it, there were two wooden doors side by side. Triss knocked two times to make sure that no one was inside and then jiggled the key into the lock, and pushed the left door open.

The sight which was presented to her was quite fair, appealing and well furnished from the beginning to the end. Triss thought it smelled like honey as she stepped inside and let the gaze drift over the walls which were decorated with red, golden curtains and a picture of a man holding a quill in his right hand. In the left corner behind, there was a long bed with several pillows placed on the mattress. There wasn't a comforter or anything else covering it, either - just slightly yellowing sheets, ones that were probably new long before Triss had even been graduated, wrinkled and in need of replacing. Triss would never call the bed pretty or luxurious, but considering the situation of the tavern, it was acceptable. On every side, there were also dressers and cupboards filled with bottles and bits and pieces, and candles. A lot of them. Their yellow wax was almost melted down to the wooden surface of all furniture.

"Charming," Triss muttered quietly to herself. "Quite the lover's paradise. But it could be worse I guess. It's at least a solid change of scenery compared to the Massive Oak." Up next, she noticed some clothes thrown over the bed's frame. When she put the pieces in her hands, her eyebrows raised in surprise and shock. The boots, gloves, pants, thong, shirt, belt and bags, even the dagger. Every single piece of the outfit was exactly the same as she used to wear during the siege of La Valette's castle and the search for Letho, the Kingslayer, in Flotsam. It was back in the time when she was with Geralt, and in a relationship - some sort of. After Letho kidnapped her and she ended up in Loc Muinne, Triss didn't bother to go back to Flotsam again. It seemed her newest customer had somehow achieved to get ahold of her old stuff and was using her original outfit to fulfill his deepest fantasies.

"Oh, poor boy..."

Although it seemed to be a little bit creepy, Triss saw no reason to pack the job in and began to strip naked, slipping out of the high heels first and then pushing the stockings down to the floor and got rid of her pussy-juice-leaking, black lace thong. Finally, she grabbed at the hem of her dress and pulled it over the head, stored all the things in a chest under the bed. As Triss turned herself to reach for her new, old undergarments, her gaze locked at the sight of her naked and sexy figure reflecting from a mirror placed on one of the dressers next to her.

In contrast to popular superstition, sorceresses didn't choose to look so beautiful because of their vanity but as a logical consequence of the way how magic worked. Unlike priestesses and druidesses, who only unwillingly took ugly or crippled girls, sorcerers took anyone who showed evidence of a predisposition. If the child passed the first years of training, magic entered into the equation - straightening and evening out legs, repairing bones which had badly knitted, patching harelips, removing scars, birthmarks, and pox scars. The more an adept in Aretuza was performing advanced arcane magic through the very core of her being, the more her body changed as a result of it. In other words, Triss didn't ask to be beautiful and a bombshell but didn't mind it, either. Which woman would do that? Young sorceresses became attractive because the prestige of their profession demanded it. The ironic result was pseudo-pretty women with the angry and cold eyes of ugly girls. Girls who couldn't forget their ugliness had been covered by the mask of magic only for the prestige of their profession.

Triss never thought she was one of those girls before she became a sorceress. Unlike Philippa or Yennefer, she hadn't knowingly and willingly improved parts of her body to look more 'perfect', just made the scars disappear she had suffered from the Battle of Sodden Hill. Triss was convinced that the freckles and moles on her face, her larger than average breasts and slightly curvier body, her red hair, these things made her different from the standard dolly look of the others. Less a sex object. More unique. Real...

But was this still true?

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

A wave of horror ran through Triss as she stared at the door, not ready to welcome the client the way she should.

"Just a moment please, Sir."

Hurrying back to the original plan of being a cheap whore again, the red-haired sorceress put on her clothes of the good old days by snapping her fingers and casting a spell which let each piece of the outfit perfectly fit on her body in an instant. Her fingers snapped once more, making the makeup and mascara on her face get replied. Triss hopped into bed and felt something hard pricking her arm through the sheets; the fox mask. Immediately, she put it on too and stretched her body lasciviously with one leg over the other, right hand bracing her head while the left ran over her thigh. Heart throbbing, she was anxious to see the mysterious client who had a crush on her.

"Please come in now!"

Slowly, the door got open and a well-built, strong dwarf with tawny hair color, a mohawk haircut, and full beard barged on into the room. The pace of Triss' heartbeat changed painfully, stopped for few seconds while she lay there, paralyzed and taken aback.

Zoltan. Her client and secret admirer was Zoltan.

One of Geralt's best buddies. And her friend too. She felt light-headed.

She was staring at him with her green, wide-open eyes, clearly in shock.

Triss felt like her head was completely empty and yet a hundred thoughts were running through it. Zoltan was using her old clothes to pay whores so they exactly looked like her when he fucked them? For months, maybe years? It was hard to believe that someone she knew for decades was secretly lingering after her this way. All the times when they both had a conversation or just drinking together in a tavern, Zoltan was ready to try to get at her, thinking about a way to talk her around so he could finally push his fat dwarven cock deep inside her tiny sorceress snatch?

And all the time she had no freaking idea. On the other side, it would be a lie if she said that she would have never thought about having sex with him, imagined to look at herself in a mirror while he pounded her mercilessly like a massive, five feet tall bull his bitch, and then Geralt bolted in with white face. But instead of flipping out and trying to kill Zoltan, the witcher would drop his trousers and join in as well. That would have been an interesting and challenging three-way talk afterward...

"Hello Triss," Zoltan said as he entered the tempting tavern room, nodding as he rubbed his hands together in gleeful anticipation. "You're beautiful as ever, even better. You look... you look just like her. Just everythin'." He closed the door and unzipped his brown tunic and white shirt, taking it off and tossing it to the side of the bed. "Are you ready to have some fun tonight?"

"With you anytime, Sir," Triss replied, maintaining her cover while she needed time to reflect. 'Zoltan what the fuck are you doing here?' and 'I'm not a slut', she actually wanted to say, except she couldn't make herself actually say the words. A part of her was keeping her back, deceiving her to play along. And to her shame, she didn't exactly mind having Zoltan's dick in her mouth, either. "You are such wanton bitch, Merigold!" The red-haired sorceress heard herself thinking. "Stop thinking with your vagina and finish this stupidity before it's too late! C'mon, Triss!!"

"And your voice... holy mother you sound just like her. You have the same sexy voice!" Zoltan shined with happiness, sat down on the edge of the bed, touching her calve softly. "But stop callin' me sir, o'right? My name's Zoltan, Zoltan Chivay. And Triss always calls me by my first name... Wow. It's so incredible. When they told me they would have a new girl called Triss Merigold of Maribor now, I thought you would be just a cheap imitation. But you are beyond me wildest dreams, girl."

"Just go away. Just leave. You don't even have to say something. Just leave!"

"Your height, your long legs, your breasts, your hair color and style, even your fragrance... If I wasn't one hundred percent sure that me lovely Triss would never demean herself to go hookin' like a common wench, I'd have picked you for her. No offense." The dwarf's bold hands slithered up from the calve and bag of vials to her thigh and tasty ass.

"None taken, Zoltan," Triss replied sweetly. She knew she should stop this whole situation but the excitement gained the upper hand, and she was still curious where it was going to lead her to. "And I'm flattered. sorceresses are among the most beautiful women on the continent and you said I'd look like one. But before we begin, tell me Zoltan how do you know sorceress Triss Merigold of Maribor? What's your and her story? Please tell me everything. Every detail could help me to sweeten our night here."

And then he told her almost everything. Really everything. How they meet each other for the first time. His role in the Second Nilfgaard War. Their connection and time together. His best pal Geralt and Dandelion. Her and Geralt. His secret crush on her since the first day. How he tried to get over her by marrying Eudora Breckenriggs, and he miserably failed. His code of honor, Geralt, and reasons he never revealed his feeling to her. The brilliant idea of stealing all her remaining things from the whorehouse in Flotsam and giving them to harlots to let them dress exactly like her so he was able to cum harder than ever. Having sex with her once every two weeks in the beginning, then two times a week later. How this whole thing started with simple carnal desire and then became an obsession.

Triss had the luck to have her gaping eyes hidden behind the mask while she was listening Zoltan pouring out his heart to her, indirectly. The whole monologue lasted maybe an hour and she felt sorry for him. She couldn't explain why exactly but the entire dilemma Zoltan had been dealing with, the unrequited love and strong desires he had been facing every day, reminded her of herself and Geralt. Triss knew perfectly how it felt to fight for a lost cause and then hate herself for it...

So, and under these special circumstances, she decided to do her dwarven friend the favor he was desperately seeking for. She was having sex with him, and as long as Zoltan didn't know who she really was she didn't have to be afraid of anything. She was just going to treat him like a common john, let him plow her in return for his already made payment. He was a customer like everyone else. And if Triss was honest with herself, she was a simple harlot like one of those hundred girls in Novigrad too.

"Zoltan?"

She started to kneel in front of her friend, descending down between his splayed legs. "Let me suck your cock and I will show you how I really feel for you." To her surprise, though, Zoltan held up a hand in front of her, his smirk growing even wider as he gave her the indication to stop. Twirling his finger, he pointed upwards, motioning for her to stand right back up again.

"What's the rush, Triss?" Zoltan said cheerfully. "I mean, don't get me wron'. I'd love to see those soft, perfect lips of yours embracin' me cock. But..."

"I don't understand," Triss said quietly, totally surprised by his dominating manner, as she watched him rise and plop lazily into the chair next to the door. "What do you want me to do? I thought you wanted-"

"What I wanted," Zoltan interrupted, voice shifting from friendly to possessive. "Was for you to entertain me first. Don't worry, you'll get to suck me dick soon enough. But first, I want you to put on a show for me. I want you to strip for me. Slowly. Take off all your clothes so I can look at every inch of your naked body. And make it sexy, dammit..."

Triss arched her eyebrows, seeing a rather impressive bulge between his legs starting to tent up inside his pants.

"C'mon, Triss. Do it," Zoltan repeated dominantly. "Strip."

Triss stood up nervously and began to move her hips. It was the first time she had to do something like this. Most men visiting her in the brothel just came straight to the point and fucked her. Not her dwarven friend it seemed. Slowly, Triss undid her belts and dagger, and let them fall to the floor. Next, her hands slid over the square, iron button of her green, hooded cotton shrug and its strap, opened them and pushed the piece off her shoulders. In the meantime, she was keeping her body in sexy motion, eyes locked at his.

Zoltan mesmerized the red-haired sorceress' doing, enjoying it to the fullest. Triss proceeded by taking her leather gloves off and with them her green cotton sleeves, tossing them on the dresser nearby. Only her over-the-knee leather boots, her tight brown pants, and white shirt and lengthways green stips remained. As her fingers slipped to the shirt's green stripes, Zoltan interrupted and tossed in, "That's enough for now, Triss. Keep entertainin' me!"

Triss obeyed and put up her arms over her head, closing her eyes as she slowly twirled about in front of her horny dwarven friend. "Did he ever look through my underwear drawer in Flotsam when I was on the way with Geralt? Did he... did he sniff them? Masturbate with them?" The red-haired sorceress asked herself. To her dawning surprise, Triss found the thought of that incredibly arousing. Thinking about Zoltan with his trousers pulled down, with her panties wrapped around his stiff dick as he jerked himself off. It made her start to feel damp with desire.

"How many times did he watch me through the hole when I took a bath, changed clothes or masturbated in my room?" Triss thought, heart pounding with nervous, naughty excitement as she spun around right in front of her friend. As she finished spinning around, she dropped to her knees right in front of him, slapping her hands squarely on his thighs, wiggling her tasty ass about as she suggestively licked her lips. With her face right in Zoltan's crotch, she couldn't see his face, but she heard the short, surprised gasp that escaped from his lips, and she fought hard not to smile. "He thinks he's in charge," Triss mused. "Maybe I should show Zoltan who's really in charge..."

The red-haired sorceress ran her fingertips further up Zoltan's thighs, tracing them lightly over the outline of his raging hard-on. As the dwarven john gasped again in unabashed pleasure, Triss slowly rose to her feet. Taking a deep breath, she quickly tugged at the strings of her shirt and let it drop to the floor, exposing the C-cup tits jammed in the strapless bra. With Zoltan's rapt attention on her perky bosoms, she made several steps back, sat on the bed while stretching her legs wide open so she could take off her long boots. Barefoot and biting on the lower lip, Triss turned around and kneeled on all fours, spanked her butt few times before pulling the pants down her long legs, presenting Zoltan her almost naked body and flesh.

"Good, Triss. You were always such a talented sorceress. No wonder Geralt was in love with you," Triss heard him uttering, hooked her thumbs into the barely-there waistband of the skimpy lace panties she wore, and yanked them down to her ankles as well. Swaying her hips in rhythm to the music in her mind, she moved right up to Zoltan again, his eyes wide and glazed with utter lust, gyrating in front of him. Triss reached behind herself, undoing the clasp of her strapless bra, and let it fall into the dwarf's lap, letting her huge, luscious breasts free right in front of his lust-crazed face. As she danced, the sorceress watched with a mixture of dread and delight how Zoltan's eyes glazed with wanton excitement, sliding downwards to stare right at her crotch, right at the red curls of her damp muff... and then Triss clambered on top of him, putting her hands on his shoulders as she straddled him, shamelessly grinding her pussy against the bulge in his pants.

"Is this what you want, Zoltan?" She asked her secret admirer, her voice quavering with both submission and excitement as she brazenly rubbed her cunt against his lap. Lowering her face so her forehead touched Zoltan's, her nose almost grazed against his as her red hair brushed against his face. "Do you like it when I act like a whore-"

Suddenly, Triss felt her friend's hands roughly grabbing her sides, and then, Zoltan yanked her towards him, crushing his lips against hers as she writhed naughtily on his lap, his tongue eagerly pushing into her mouth. Triss didn't stop him. Instead, she passionately kissed her ex-boyfriend's best pal right back, her tongue intertwining with his as she pressed her round, heavy breasts against his chest. His hands roughly grabbed her ass cheeks as she continued to gyrate lewdly on his lap, kneading her soft, pale flesh with his strong fingers, and she felt her dwarven john's erection start to rub insistently against her wet, excited slit.

"Can't believe it what I'm doing right now. But it feels so good," Triss thought dazedly. "So fucking good..."

"More," Zoltan gasped, as he finally broke off his passionate kiss with his sorceress girlfriend, and then, abruptly, he grabbed Triss by her arms, pushing her up away from him and tossing her onto the bed. Shocked and impressed by the dwarf's strength, the red-haired sorceress lay naked on the bed on her back for a moment, reflecting what had just happened, her heart racing inside her chest as she struggled to catch her breath.

Dimly, Triss was aware of Zoltan standing at the edge of the bed, yanking off his pants and his boxer shorts. Up next, she began to realize that he was pulling off his shirt as well, as she prepared herself for sucking her dwarven friend's cock, and letting him bathe her tonsils with more of his hot, sticky jizz. But the fact that Zoltan wanted more than that made her wish he would have told her earlier about his feelings, showed her how much he really wanted to fuck her. And as her friend stripped completely naked as well, and clambered onto the bed with her, Triss realized that his depraved desires for her went far, far beyond anything she had imagined.

"What... what are you doing, Zoltan?" Triss asked curiously, her eyes widening in pleasant surprise as the dwarven fancier crawled between her legs. She noticed that his cock was stiffly standing at attention, with clear pre-cum already dribbling with excitement from its fat tip of his eight-inch piston. "Aaahhhh!!!" Triss let out a soft, excited groan as Zoltan put his face right over her slit, then began lapping earnestly at her sodden pussy, parting the lips of her nether regions with his tongue and noisily slurping her wetness. Helplessly, the red-haired sorceress looked down at Zoltan's rucked face as he began to eagerly devour her cunt, licking the soft, slick folds of her sex with obvious glee.

"Gettin'... mmnnff... your pussy ready for me, Triss," Zoltan said. "Always asked myself... ssslllppp... how your pink snatch must taste like." The dwarf's tongue fluttered under the hood of his best girlfriend's clit, and she moaned in unashamed pleasure, her hands tightly gripping the sheet that covered the bed as his talented tongue lapped hungrily at her cunt. "You're me whore now, Triss... and I'm going to fuck... mmnnff!!!... fuck you like the whore you are!" The horny sorceress felt the blood drain from her face, even as her hips bucked against her dwarven john's ravenous tongue. And while there were a thousand reasons why Triss knew she shouldn't let Zoltan put his cock inside her cunt, one point craved inside her head louder than all the rest...

... she was infertile, couldn't bear children. Due to somatic changes and dysfunction of the pituitary gland, all sorceresses were sterilized once they became apprentices in Aretuza. Her womb and pussy could be sullied and filled with endless supplies of fruitful cum and she didn't have to fear any serious consequences, never. And there was more to it. Apart from the well-known infertility, the change essentially affected every sorceress' sex drive by raising its intensity and sensitivity to giddy heights as well. Which was not logical at all. According to biology, the reproductive capacity of a woman was closely linked to its estrogen release. In other words; if a woman was sterilized, her biological clock should be severely weakened and the sorceress should almost lose her sex drive.

So why was quite the opposite the case here?

Margarita Laux-Antille herself, headmistress of the magical academy in Aretuza decided to approach the problem. After five decades of study and research, she found out that magic was altering the hormonal regulation and constantly creating a natural counter-effect by balancing the loss of fertility and boosting the sorceress' libido. The reason why this discovery was so remarkable was the fact that the effect itself happened unknowingly and naturally. Although magic was the primary trigger, the following process was just biological. And again, there was more to it; a so-called 'negative' effect. As the last consequence, the inner clock of sorceresses, which was responsible for forcing them to get impregnated and become mothers, was altered too. Or put another way; once Triss willingly or unwillingly started to have sex, she became a slave of her magically misguided inner clock, which was desperately coercing her to get knocked up and fucked till the job was done, and her need to become a mother was satisfied.

A doom loop, sorta.

So Triss didn't see the urgency to stop, couldn't actually. But she had noticed that Zoltan's fat cock was still twitching, and she saw that feral, hungry gleam in his eyes. He fully intended to fuck her, and wanted to fulfill his most depraved dreams of shagging his best friend Geralt's red-haired mate while any doubts were able to enter his lust-crazed mind anymore. He wanted to fuck his sorceress friend and whore, that was all... and nothing was going to stop that.

Absolutely nothing at all.

"Please Zoltan," Triss whispered. "Fuck me... Make me your sorceress wench... oooohhhhHHHH!!!!"

The red-haired sorceress groaned with obscene delight as the dwarf's tongue slipped into the wet folds of her sex, running her fingers through his spiky, mohawk haircut as he decadently pleasured her with his mouth. "He's such a good pussy eater," Triss thought dizzily. "He makes me feel so good... so fucking good... I bet his cock would feel even better, and much better than Geralt's." As crazy as it was, Triss realized that she didn't want Zoltan to stop at all. And that she was actually looking forward to having him fuck her. Tears of guilty shame rolled down her cheeks, even as she groaned in ecstasy, and Zoltan's tongue slobbered and slurped away at her sopping cunt. The red-haired sorceress felt like a complete, disgusting whore, exactly like people and especially Yennefer said she was...

... and she was loving every second of it.

Triss let out a sudden cry of surprise as she felt Zoltan's tongue abruptly leave her twat. She felt his hands roam across her legs to firmly grip her thighs, spreading them even wider apart. Tilting her head up slightly from where she lay to look at Zoltan, Triss saw that her dwarven lover was sitting up on the bed, kneeling excitedly between her legs, moving her body around so the backs of her thighs rested on his knees. She felt the tip of his cock graze lightly along the length of her creamy, naughty slit, and she sighed and squirmed with pleasure.

"Time to show you what a dwarf's prick is made of, Triss," Zoltan said with a happy, wicked smirk. "You don't have to settle for little witcher dick anymore... you can have my dick, girl, whenever you want!" He held his impressively big cock in his hand for a moment, lewdly slapping it against the entrance to his sorceress friend's sex, then pushed the head of his prick into the sensuous depths of her sweet, dripping honeypot.

"Zoltan... I want you," Triss whispered hoarsely. "Fuck me please nnmmmfff!!!!" She let out a loud, sobbing scream as her lover's cock fully entered her, sliding enthusiastically into the depths of her tiny, sorceress pussy, then entered her, fucking her. He was actually fucking her, the snug walls of her cunt gripping the length of his pistoning shaft as he frantically began pounding away at her with wild abandon.

"Holy shit," Zoltan gasped. "Your pussy feels amazin'... nnnggghhh!" He pushed himself fully inside Triss' cunt, the full length of his cock buried inside her warm, wet depths. "I can't believe... aaahhh!!!... so much better... than I even... nnnggghhh!!!... ever imagined! I can't believe it... fuck, yeah!!!... can't believe I'm fuckin' you!!" Triss looked up in disbelief at Chivay as his scrumptious dick began earnestly hammering away at her sex-starved twat, her eyes widening as she saw the expression on her dwarven friend's face change from something malevolent and cold to one of absolute, blissful joy, and inexperienced joy at that.

"Zoltan is really fucking me," Triss thought. "Geralt's best friend is humping me... I'm his bitch!" As ashamed as Triss should feel by Zoltan fucking her, she felt strangely pleased by that more and even more turned on by that thought as well. I'm his whore... I'm his first sorceress lover... "By Melitele's big tits, you're so tight," Zoltan said happily. "I'm fuckin' you... damn, yesss, I'm fuckin' you, Triss!" His scrotum slapped hard into Triss' ass cheeks as he slowed his pace for a few moments, clearly savoring the depraved sensation of his prick slowly sliding in and out of his girlfriend's wet pussy. "This is... uunnghh!!!... so fuckin' PERFECT!!!"

The red-haired sorceress looked up at Zoltan's body as he fucked her, admiring his just five feet tall but potent body. "He's so robust," Triss thought. "Because of his shorter height, he can't haul off as much as Geralt, but Zoltan is slim, wiry, massive, with incredibly hard clout at each thrust and... and an incredibly big cock." Triss had already gotten a rather up close and personal look at Zoltan's impressive prick one day he visited her at home in Vizima. After he used her bathtub and had forgotten to take a towel, Zoltan asked her to bring him one. Easy thing, right? Triss refused to use her magic and decided to push the towel through the curtains. So, the barefoot sorceress walked upstairs and towards the standing and shaking dwarf behind curtains, and then slipped on the moist floor and touched down right between his legs. It was an awkward moment. Back then. As Triss straightened herself, her face was on the same level as Zoltan's semi-erect cock. Just a simple 'Wouuuw' came out of her mouth while her eyes were locked on his eagerly twitching manhood. Within few seconds the situation lasted, only one question unwittingly crossed her mind: How it would be to have such a cock gloriously stuffed inside her tiny cunt?

And today, finally, the lust-crazed, horny sorceress knew it felt utterly fantastic!

And when Zoltan began ramming that impressive prick inside her with hard, frenzied strokes again, it felt even more fantastic. "Oh Zoltan," Triss whined, as the dwarf enthusiastically began thrusting his cock into her cunt at an even more frantic pace. "Don't pull out... fill me up, please... MMMM!!! FUCK!!!... when you think you're going to cum... you can cuUUHH!!! YES!!!... cum on my tummy, or my tits... even on my face or in my mouth... OHH!!! SHIT!!! MMMM!!!... just mark me as your dwarven bitch! Please..."

Triss' voice trailed away into a mewling, incoherence whine of decadent bliss. As amazing as letting Geralt fuck her had been, the feeling of Zoltan's cock plundering her cunt was even better. She lay there on the bed, pinned beneath her horny, sex-crazed son, raising her legs high in the air and wrapping her ankles behind his waist, loving every deep, savage thrust of his hard dick into her wet pussy. She humped her hips shamelessly back again Chivay's invading shaft, pressing her feet against the small of his back, trying to cram as much of her best friend's beautiful prick inside her sorceress twat as she could. "You like my cock inside you, me sorceress bitch?" Zoltan growled at Triss, as his cock slid relentlessly in and out of her slick, sodden pussy. The veteran grinned wickedly down at his best pal's girlfriend as he fucked her, his eyes gleaming with wanton delight as beads of sweat dripped from his whiskery chin and splattered onto her soft, jiggling breasts.

"Do you... uhhhh!!!... do you like bein' fucked by a proper dwarven cock? Bet I... nngghh!!!... fuck, YES!!!... bet I fuck you way better 'n Geralt does, right?" Triss closed her eyes and nodded. She said nothing but began slamming her pelvis back against Zoltan's invading cock, moving her hips slightly from side to side as he fucked her with wild abandon. Wallowing in the delicious sensation of having her tight, naughty pussy hammered hard by her depraved, excited friend, she moaned loudly, writhing in ecstasy as her snug sex gripped Zoltan's glistening, pistoning prick.

"That's what I thought," the muscular dwarf said with a lazy smirk. He slowly pulled his hard cock out of his sorceress harlot's dripping cunt, running his hands down her sides and across the pale, creamy flesh of her toned, flat tummy, making her whimper with unashamed exhilaration as he teased the entrance to her wet sex with just the fat, thick mushroom head of his dick. "Tell me you want it, Triss. Tell me you want me cock inside you, fuckin' you like a slut..."

"I-I want it," Triss whispered, could scarcely believe the words coming out of her own mouth, totally underestimated her dwarven friend's big cock and sex drive. It was as though someone else was speaking. Except she knew the words were hers. And she knew that they were absolutely true. "I want it, Zoltan. Fuck me!... Fuck me like a slut. Your slut!"

Zoltan's eyes widened and Triss realized that even he was convinced by what she was saying, then saw that naughty grin on his face growing even wider, and let out a scream of ecstasy as he slid the length of his wonderful, yummy prick fully back into the depths of her warm, willing cunt. Brazenly, Zoltan gave his best girlfriend a vicious slap on her ass cheeks with the palm of his hand as he resumed fucking her in a hard, wild frenzy, and Triss whimpered with surprised glee, loving how good the dwarf's cock felt sliding in and out of her cunt, loving the sweet hurt from his slap, surprised as well by how much she enjoyed the stinging hurt of his hand.

Zoltan leaned forward slightly, bringing his face to Triss' ample, bouncing chest. His lips closed down tightly around one of her big, firm nipples, and she cried out loudly as he enthusiastically began sucking on her breasts, even as his thick prick kept relentlessly slamming in and out of her cunt. She moaned as his teeth tugged playfully on her nipples, and she found herself - to her own amazement - grabbing her own ankles, raising her long, lean legs and lifting them high into the air, spreading her thighs even wider. She wanted Zoltan's dick even deeper inside her, the raw sensation of his full length plunging into her pussy was unbearably good. Every part of Triss' perfect body tingled with raw, decadent excitement, and her hands clenched hard at the filthy sheets of the bed, her toes curling as Zoltan's fat cock brought her closer and closer to the edge of a powerful orgasm.

"Zoltan, yes, yes, yes," Triss hissed loudly. "Fuck me like a nasty whore... ooh!!! Like that, like... UUUGGGHHH!!!... yes, yes, YES!!!!... like that, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuckmefuckmeFUCKME!!!!" The delicious sensation of having Zoltan's dick inside her cunt was simply fantastic. She couldn't get enough of it. She loved it, every single filthy second of it. And she wasn't scared or embarrassed or afraid of the notion of being used by Geralt's best friend anymore, not at all. If anything, the beautifully perverse thought of sucking and fucking Zoltan like some disgusting, filthy whore made her excited beyond belief.

"I'm some kind of sick pervert," Triss thought. "And I don't care... I love it... I love having Zoltan's cock inside me..."

"Ohmigoddess, I'm going to cum, Zoltan," Triss gasped. Her soft, round breasts bounced around madly as her lover kept relentlessly plowing away at her pussy. "I'm going to... oohh!!! ooHHH!!! OOOHHH!!!! OH SHIT, Zoltan, YES, FUCKING YES!!!" She threw her head back and let out a loud scream, not giving a shit if the entire tavern could hear her cries of ecstasy through the paper-thin walls of the room, arching her back as her hips bucked and spasmed with uncontrollable, unimaginable bliss. Dizzily, Triss felt a wave of sinful delight wash over her entire body as she creamed herself all over her dwarven lover's thrusting cock, bathing the full length of his plundering shaft with her lewd juices.

Bright lights danced in front of her eyes as she came, again and again, her whole sorceress body shuddering with carnal joy as Triss found herself lost in the foggy haze of her orgasms. In fact, she was so drunk on the lewd pleasures coursing delightfully through her body that she didn't notice the glazed, excited look on Zoltan' face.

Or what he was saying.

"I'm gonna cum, too, Triss!" He gasped hoarsely. His body suddenly stiffened as the thrusting of his cock into his sorceress slut's cunt grew more labored, and his hands gripped his red-haired wench's upper arms tightly, pinning her firmly beneath him. "Yeah, Triss... oh, shit, yeah! I'm cummin'!" The red-haired sorceress' eyes flew open wide with surprise as she felt the dwarf's cock twitching urgently inside her slick pussy, and then felt the lewd, exquisitely wonderful sensation of her best dwarven friend's cumming messily inside her, shooting jet after ropy jet of hot, sticky semen into her cunt.

"No I shouldn't do this," Triss should have said but brought out no letter. Every blast of Geralt's closest friend's hot cum flooding her eager, naughty cunt felt absolutely heavenly to her. In fact, it felt perfect. Triss found herself hugging Zoltan tightly with every spurt of his semen, locking her ankles again around his waist, keeping his hard, spasming dick deep inside of her for as long as she could.

"When Zoltan is inside my pussy, it feels so good," Triss thought dizzily. "It's just the way it should be..."

She raked her fingernails lightly down the dwarf's back, scarcely believing what was happening. And how much she loved it. A ragged sigh of euphoria escaped her lips as Zoltan kept fucking her, his cock still pumping her cunt full of his seed. Finally, he let out a moan and collapsed on top of her, resting his head on her shoulder. As his sweat-covered chest pressed against his sorceress friend's soft, succulent tits, Triss was delighted to feel the rapid pounding of his heart against her, her own mask still intact.

"Tell me, Triss. Are you still convinced that you made the right choice when you chose Geralt over me?" Zoltan asked her, his rigid cock still firmly buried deep in her cum-drenched cunt. As he tilted his head slightly upwards to look at her green eyes hidden behind the fox mask, though, Triss thought she also saw a hint of a wicked spark in her dwarven john's eyes too.

"I was a fool, Zoltan, a stupid sorceress. Can you forgive me?" Triss asked, and before her dwarven john could say anything leaned up slightly, putting a hand to his head as she drew him into a slow, sensuous kiss.

"You are ME girl, ME bitch now. Not Geralt's anymore. Do you understand that?" Zoltan said excitedly, expression gleaming with dominance. "As ME bitch, Triss, your sorceress body is dwarven territory now. It belon' to ME. I OWE IT!"

"Yes, Zoltan. I'm yours, only yours," Triss uttered. "You fucked and treated me the way Geralt never did. He was always too gentle, too slow, too weak. Now I regret spending so many times with him instead of you. Your cock is so much better." The dwarf smirked delightfully, running his fingers across the curves of Triss' full, heavy breasts as he propped himself on top of her sweaty, trembling body. As Triss kissed the top of his sweaty head, stroking his hair gently, Zoltan played with her tits before nestling his head against her shoulder, kissing it softly. The red-haired sorceress wriggled her hips about a bit and loved the sensation of Zoltan's still-hard cock inside her cunt, realizing how she could make him gasp with pleasure when she did it.

"The next time when Geralt visits you, what are you gonna tell him, Triss?" Zoltan asked. "Next time when Geralt asks you about your job, your life, and purpose, what will your words be?"

Before Triss wanted to give Zoltan his deserved answer, she put a finger under his chin, lifting his face so she could give him a soft, sultry kiss, sucking on his tongue as it slipped into her mouth. In return, Zoltan kissed her neck, and gently pinched one of his newest bitch's big, dark nipples. "I'll tell him that I go hooking like any cheap whore in Novigrad, that I'm your personal property and bitch to use and abuse now. That I love big, fat dwarven cocks... your cock more than his little sausage. I'll tell him he should bugger off again, that there is nothing to dig out here."

"I'd like that, me little sorceress slut. It's good to see you know your place. But Geralt is not here yet and I paid for a whole night. So let's make the remainin' hours worth me time," Zoltan uttered possessively and a wicked shiver of delight ran up his spine. And just a short while later, as Triss straddled him on the tavern bed and rode his cock again to another delightfully filthy orgasm, her big, round tits bouncing around merrily as she came messily once more all over her best dwarven friend's pistoning shaft and was so lost in her decadent pleasures that when Zoltan blasted her pussy and her womb full of another huge, creamy batch of his dwarven baby batter again, Triss' cheeks reddened with pleasure when the words 'Yes, breed me Zoltan, please...' flipped over her plush lips.

The next coming hours made the red-haired sorceress lose track of time. She briefly remembered how they fucked each other doggy style on the bed, then missionary again on the table which almost seemed to collapse because of Zoltan's heavy, brutal thrust into her slushy snatch. The usually calm and polite dwarf she used to know even accomplished to plow her against the door while carrying her entire weight and body with his arms. Triss was amazed by Zoltan's stamina and strength, stopped counting after he came inside her eleven times in a row. Luckily, the fox mask survived all adversity and remained in one piece. It would have been a disaster if not.

It was the pure fuck-orgy till dawn when Zoltan finally spluttered his last seed deep inside her womb, and then rolled over to his side of the bed and began to doze off. Back bracing against wooden bedstead, Triss sighed in relief, her ass totally sore of spanking and bouncing. It didn't last long when the dwarven john's satisfied snoring and breathing filled the entire room. Zoltan gave everything he got and was totally worn out. And the red-haired sorceress felt the same way, as she let her gaze shift around the messy room and admire the beautiful scenery. Sleep was knocking at the backside of her head but she knew she couldn't stay here much longer. The job was done, her dwarven friend delighted with the best night of his life and time had come to leave.

Feeling the elastic band of the mask pressing painfully against her head, the tired sorceress decided to take it off as she nudged Zoltan several times to make sure he was sleeping like a log. "Hey Zoltan, are you asleep? Zoltan?" The dwarf's crashing snores continued with the same intensity like before when she covered his body with the blanket and gave him a little smooch on the head. "Good dreams my little bear. You earned it."

With that said, Triss got out of the bed and tugged off the aching mask, savoring the clear view before her eyes. After whisking the cum and sweat off of her face, she opened the chest and put her work clothes of a whore on, with the undergarment and stockings first, then dress and high heels at last. Finally, her fingers shifted in the air and reformed her sexily ruffled hair to a two-bun hairstyle.

Ready to go.

But as Triss reached the door, she noticed that her medallion wasn't with her and around the neck. Quickly and quietly as possible, she turned around and sneaked towards the cupboard next to the bed. Because of the predatory fucking, Triss had decided to put it away before it got crush to thousand pieces. Luckily, Zoltan was sleeping soundly, his snores muffling the 'ticks and clicks' of her heels. It didn't take long when Triss closed the clip of the medallion and was ready to leave for good again.

Well, that was the plan. And sometimes things didn't work out the way people thought they would.

Zoltan seemed to have stopped sleeping right at the moment the medallion touched her skin, her hands still at the backside of her neck, as Triss noticed his gaping, shocked eyes locked on hers.

"Triss...?"

"Zoltan...?" She whimpered with hesitation.

The dwarf's eyes were totally paralyzed, face starting to bleach like chalk. For a moment, Triss hoped he would turn his face away and sleep again, maybe believe it was just a bad dream and she was a ghost or something.

But he didn't, of course.

Instead of shouting out loud and barking 'What the fuck?!?' and 'FUUUUCK?!?', the always loyal and controlled Zoltan Chivay only uttered, "Geralt is gonna kill me... so fuckin' kill me..."
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