Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

Wet Cherry of Truth	By : uztre Category: +S through Z > Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Views: 96308 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own or claim ownership of or make any profit of any of the characters or other elements of The Witcher 3 contained within the story.

Chapter List
- 20
- 21
- 22
Summary:
Yennefer goes to the former nilfgaardian ambassador's chamber to find and retrieve the magic crystal bug as agreed, not knowing that Menge is close on her heels and ready to take his revenge. A cat-and-mouse game of the finest sort.
Tags: F/M, blowjob, Dom/sub, humiliation, reluctance
Notes:
- Spell-checked on June 17, 2018
After taking a masquerade mask from the table and putting it on, the raven-haired sorceress headed toward the former nilfgaardian ambassador's personal quarters. The operative word was 'trying'. Since the sex party was quickly started and in full swing now, every floor and room in the auction house became a possible spot for rampant sex and mass orgies. It was hard to move a foot forward and squeezing herself through the crowd while unknown noblemen shamelessly fondled her butt and inner thighs, or even pushed their middle finger through the slit of her black dress and right into her itchy cunt.

When the bell tolled, all peers seemed to have completely lost all their inhibitions as women ripped their clothes off and got down on their knees, and men fished out their cocks and presented them proudly to their future worshipers. Blowjobs, doggies, and missionaries as far as the eye could reach. Everything resembled one-hundred percent the famous parties of the Lodge with the only difference between hosting more bare-shaven pussies than big cocks.

And Yennefer had to resist to not give in and let herself get fucked by all those already erect cocks around her. It was hard to overcome the fervent temptation. The love egg inside her tiny vaginal walls was vibrating the whole time and kept her horny like the greatest slut on the continent. It was absolutely reckless, a pleasurable instrument of torture. Every time Yennefer had wanton thoughts, and there many of them, the sextoy began to glow and then repeatedly send intense impulses to all her g-spots, rewarding her with blushing cheeks and multiple mini-orgasms.

An addictive medium of self-domestication and self-enslavement.

A heaven for submissives like she had become.

But Yennefer kept going, for Ciri's sake and for her own, struggling downstairs to the second floor where the private rooms were, unaware of the shadow following her. When she found the magic crystal bug, General Azol wanted her to come back and go for a stroll through the entire building with him. This way, she would have been able to record anything and keep her part of the bargain. Her black Master also left it up to her to choose whether she wanted to stay here any longer or leave the place, or even remain his slave and return with him to Zerrikania by becoming the real haweenay's first apprentice.

As Yennefer reached the door, she gazed around first and stepped inside. Her heart was throbbing. Immediately, she buckled down to work and examined the worktable, the closet, and bookshelf. Nothing. Since the exact figure of the crystal was unknown, the raven-haired sorceress had no idea to look for. It could have been everywhere, embedded in some furniture or looking like a common article. Then again, it should have been hidden somewhere from which it had a free view of the entire room.

Yennefer's hands floated over the wall lights, nothing, then over the king-size bed's pillows, nothing, and finally over the mattress. Even as she wanted to give off an annoying sigh, the candlestand on the bed table caught her lilac eye. Like to the other candlestand on the other side of the bed, this one was ornamented with violet sapphires too, with one difference; a crystal in size of a nut was embedded in the middle of it.

Strange.

"There it is..." She muttered with a smile and squeezed the bug out with her fingers, as it slipped and fell under the bed. "Dammit. Where are you?" Arms stretching, Yennefer tried to feel the object with her fingers and then went to the other side of the bed. Ass raising in the air and head stuck under the mattress, her ears didn't recognize the way the door got open and a dark presence entered the room, towering right behind her.

"Now that's what I call an enticing welcome," Menge stated and enjoyed the smashing of Yennefer's head against the mattress. "It's been a while since I eyed up such a tasty butt."

As the shocked sorceress stepped back and got up again, her eyes widened at sight of the intruder's face. The love egg seemed to have found that funny and went crazy. "Nghnnn... I'm sorry but are you looking for someone here?"

Menge smirked like the devil himself. "Yes, for you."

"Me? You must confuse me with someone else." Yennefer had the creeping horrors while the vibrator inside her pussy was pushing her almost into an orgasmic nirvana, causing her to stumble back against the bookshelf. Stimulated by fear and the irresistible need of being a submissive and slut, the sextoy was trying to dictate her behavior the way it was corresponding with the magic slave contract.

Yennefer was never so happy wearing a mask like now.

"I'm just Master Azol's slave and haweenay... Sir."

"Noo you're much more than that," Menge said and licked his lips, making two steps closer to his prey who, on the other side, groped about a way out, eyes moving from the window to the door and back. "Gorgeous, witching and by far the most beautiful woman at the party too."

"T-thank you..." Yennefer replied shyly, not knowing what to say in addition to overcome this awkward situation. Caleb Menge, a witch hunter and temple guard, was making sexual advances to her, and the raven-haired sorceress couldn't rid herself of the feeling that her newest admirer wanted to screw her really badly. "You are too kind, Sir."

Menge stepped a little bit closer again, the beautiful scent of lilac and gooseberries bewitching his senses. "That was just an understatement, and those Louboutin stilettos, sexy stockings, and jewelry... If you weren't looking so hot in this outfit of yours, I'd have never taken notice of you at all. Always had a soft spot for black-haired and lilac-eyed women wearing a push-up bra and strap garters."

The commander's imaginary noose was slowly tightening on Yennefer who decided to turn the corner by using the Master-wants-to-see-me trump card. "My Master hoped to impress the people this way and show his fabulous wealth by clothing me... Better go now before he gets mad at me for keeping him waiting so long."

"But you are wearing the mask?" Menge tossed in, trying to sound disappointed.

"What about it?"

"By putting on the mask, you agreed to become fair game for all men."

Yennefer's eyes widened.

"Oh, you didn't know that. What a shame! Then you better put it aside before it causes more misunderstandings-" Before Menge's hands reached her mask, she flinched and chuckled girlishly. "No, I was just kidding, Sir. Knew that of course..." A shudder of disgust and fear hit every magically-improved cell of her body. Yennefer realized now what this entire conversation boiled down to and could beat herself for her own stupidity because she wasn't able to prevent it from happening.

Meanwhile, Menge just let out a loud and insane guffaw inside his head. It was too easy, he thought, as he smirked and shut the door, placed the key on the desk before the tense sorceress' very eyes.

"Dear Lord, anyone, it could have been anyone. Why does it have to be Menge? WHY!?!"

"Good. Now just let me admire your beauty camped in these most expensive lingerie and jewelry someone can buy for money these days for a moment... What did you say, what's your name again?"

Many names crossed Yennefer's mind, but only one seemed to appropriate to her current situation and mood right now. "Jenny, Sir. You can call me Jenny." When she survived all this, she had to take a long bath to get rid of all the thoughts and dirt caused by him, seeing how Menge's cold eyes sparkled possessively at the sight of her body.

"Wow. Your beauty is jaw-dropping!"

"Thanks..." Yennefer muttered, feeling uneasy to hear it from one of the greatest monsters ever.

"You know I'm a proud owner of two slaves as well. Margarita and Sheala used to be their names, but I always call them my useless rape cows and sorceress cumdumpsters," Menge told blatantly, enjoyed Yennefer's jarred expression. "At the beginning, they refused to get referred that way and insisted on their real names. Later, after I was done raping and drugging them, they couldn't get enough of being my sweet, little bitches."

"Why is this sick, retarded bastard telling me all this?"

Before Yennefer was able to ponder more, the commander grabbed hold of her wrists and practically threw her up against the wall. Then, without warning, he leaned forward, stuck his tongue out and licked up her cheek. The raven-haired sorceress shuddered in disgust once more.

Trembling and trying to push her evil incarnate off without avail, Yennefer felt another lick down her neck and along her shoulders, which caused her lips to shiver as Menge adored the drop-dead gorgeous sorceress' scent, all too ready for what he was about to do to her and the heavy debauchery he would soon be engaged in. Yennefer of Vengerberg was his, and there was nobody to save her from this. No fucking one.

“On your knees,” he snarled, and tugged down on her wrists, urging her to lower herself down to her knees. "Show me your worth as a subhuman female being, slave."

Seeing no way out at all, Yennefer complied and knelt before the commander, as she saw the massive, throbbing cock press forward, grinding against her face as he laughed even louder. Shivering, Yennefer's lilac eyes shut tightly, but that wasn't enough to help her escape. The heat radiating off of Menge's cock was intense, and she had even worse things to contend with as the friction up and down of his shaft along her face carried with it some heavy and obvious implications that filled her with some feelings she thought she would have left behind on the ship long ago; humiliation and inferiority.

The softness of Yennefer's pretty face against his throbbing, bright cock left him groaning in absolute delight, and the terror in her lilac eyes as she squatted there, not even offering up a struggle to his touch, was only making him even more excitable. Licking his lips, Menge stared down at her wincing face, pre-cum dripping from his tip and trickling down Yennefer's perfect face.

He could feel her hatred for him, ready to say something, but Menge was eager to make sure she didn't get the chance as he drew his hips back then shoved them brutally forward, claiming her mouth with a single-minded ferocity and a hunger that knew no bounds. As a result, all Yennefer could do in response to the cruelty being hurled her way was to gag noisily around the cock driving past her lips, eyes going wide as she took something into her throat that she was simply not prepared for to take.

Menge's dick was massive, girthy enough to leave the lining her throat feeling a little bit strained as it pushed its way down, forcing her body to accommodate him rather than letting her have even the faintest bit of preparation. Yennefer was just forced to take it all, and the choking noises she made in response were the cost of it, the sweet feedback for the commander that told him that she was not ready for his brutality or his size at all.

He liked it better that way.

Slamming brutally forward, Menge threw his head back and closed his eyes excitedly, drawing his hips back, watching as Yennefer whined and leaned in toward him a little bit, only for him to shove her head right back against the wall with another brutal thrust forward, one that made her choke once again. With her wrists pinned up over her head, she had no leverage and was utterly helpless against his vitriolic retribution. There was no way she could purge herself of the commander's male vigor, too busy struggling to breathe and keep herself together through even the beginnings of what he was doing to her.

His next thrust was quicker, and the one that followed left her realizing exactly where he was going with this and the sort of savagery that Menge was going to subject her to, and she helplessly knelt there as he began to brutally fuck her beautiful sorceress face. There was nothing either subtle or gentle about the way he treated her because he was not here to play around. Menge had only one goal in mind, and that was the thorough humiliating and ravaging of Yennefer of Vengerberg. Nothing would stop him in that pursuit, and the only way to achieve it was to go as hard and brutal as humanly possible.

And Menge did.

And how he did.

There was nothing, save for maybe the imagination of raping Philippa Eilhart someday in the future, that had inspired as much excitement and savagery in Menge as what he was now presented with. This was the sweetest of treats to him, and he was going to savor every second of the brutality he was about to engage in, and more. Back and forth his hips bucked, each one driving his cock down Yennefer's tiny gullet, basking in the way she gagged on each thrust so sweetly. It was very apparent that the slender and petite sorceress wasn't built for taking so big of a cock down like that, but unlike the other enchantresses in Deireadh prison, she seemed to have experience there to help her out.

"What's wrong, Jenny? Never had a real facefuck before?" Menge sneered, delighting in the way he was pushing her to the limits. There was a nasty surprise in store for her yet that she couldn't even have begun to expect, and he was excited by the prospect of letting it loose on her, on leaving her shocked by what was to come as he felt too impatient to live in the moment.

He had Yennefer pinned up against the wall and was treating her mouth and throat to the harshest treatment she hadn't felt for a long time, and all the commander could think of was more, even though her glossy lips were down at his base now as he worked his entire cock down her esophagus now. His heavy balls slapped against her chin with each thrust and Menge could see the struggle in Yennefer's strained expression, but even that wasn't yet enough.

Not by far...

Streams of sweet pre-cum dripped down Yennefer's throat, and it was doing things to her body and mind she didn't want to. Menge's cock should not have had this powerful an effect on her, and yet Yennefer could feel her thong clinging to the outline of her puffy mound as the commander railed her face, her lingerie-shrouded body growing hotter and needier, overcome by something powerful, ravenous, and utterly unwelcome in the face of his harsh violation.

This wasn't right at all, and Yennefer knew that something was up as she continued to endure it, having no choice in the matter that her own life was at stake, but also worried that something about his cum was going to bring even greater problems in the very near future. With her throat plugged, breathing was trouble and there was no way for Yennefer to swallow anything, which meant that all the saliva that the presence of something in her mouth produced had to go somewhere. In particular, down her chin and into the cleavage of her push-up bra and tits. As she choked on Menge's cock, she sputtered spit everywhere, getting his pants moist around his loins but moreover, making a wet mess of herself.

Each outward pull of his big cock brought more, his saliva-slick cock dripping with thick strands of spit that attached themselves to her face and her lips before gravity pulled them down and snapped them. Each piece of Yennefer's lingerie and jewelry got wet, her face was a mess and a pool of saliva was forming between her b-cup breasts and running down her body to her garter belt and garter straps. It wasn't enough to be subjected to Menge's brutality. The hatred commander had to make an absolute wreck of her in the process while the clicking noise of her Louboutin stilettos filled the room with each brutal thrust.

"Don't worry. If I'm done with you, you'll love it," he said, tone threatening and full sovereign contempt as he let the raw, powerful instincts take over, driving him further forward. The harsh, utterly savage pace Menge set the fucking to was wearing Yennefer down physically, and he had others ways of dealing with her mentally. The brightness of her violet eyes was flickering away as they remained wide, the air becoming harder to take, all of the will leaving her as she gave in to the hopeless futility of her situation.

Menge had her, and whatever he was going to subject her to seemed like it would prove much worse still than if he had just drugged and dragged her to the Deireadh prison. But here, Yennefer was on the losing end of a fight and pushed deeper by way of raw humiliation. There was no mercy for her, every thrust a reminder that he, her greatest enemy and worst nightmare, had her where he wanted her, every gagging noise she made an acceptance of the fact that she couldn't do anything to stop him.

Going limp with hopelessness, the raven-haired sorceress' body shook as his brutal facefucking wound up to its conclusion, and she had no idea it was even coming, the twitch of his cock in her throat all she had to brace herself with, and it wasn't enough. With another heavy growl, the commander came down her gullet, emptying himself inside of her, and that was when Yennefer knew with absolute certainty that something was up, because the flood of cum splashing along her throat and down into her stomach felt like it was robbing her of something.

Her mind throbbed and dulled, vision going bleary for a second before coming back into focus, and across her body, Yennefer could feel an intense burning across her skin, particularly between her legs. Her pussy suddenly ached with a powerful need that she didn't want to. Menge pulled out of Yennefer's mouth, but pushed quickly forward again and let his cock rest against her smudgy face.

"Did you really think someone would eat your retarded story about being a slave up from you?" He asked with an evil smirk, excited to see her in such a ragged state of utterly broken desperation. A little wiggle of his hips rubbed the slimy cock against her face, smearing the saliva already on it and adding plenty more. "Did you really think you're gonna get away with this, you sorceress freak?!"

Yennefer should have taken to her heels, wanted to hiss and curse and yell, try to take him down but instead, she whimpered like a meek little bitch and nuzzled against his cock, feeling the deep shudder of something within her that she had no hope of fighting against. Although her greatest nightmare seemed to come alive, her body was losing itself to Menge's dark whims, to a deep need for his cock to penetrate her.

For unknown reasons, she refused to act like a surprised victim.

She had already gone through so much and had enough of hiding.

"What do you mean, asshole?" Yennefer uttered even as her face rubbed along the thick shaft and lilac eyes looked up to his. "Do I look like I'm trying to get away with anything right now?"

"No, cunt! You look more like a normal rape victim to me," the commander snarled, laughing as he pulled her up by the wrists until she was on her feet once more, setting his sights on breaking in the depraved sorceress slut to keep as his own private rape toy.

"Rape victim? Whose talking about raping someone, faggot?" Yennefer smirked like Devil's Queen herself. "By definition, rape is a crime of forcing a woman to submit to sexual intercourse against her own will. This is NOT the case with ME, idiot. I will allow you to fuck me, even spread my legs and pussy lips for you. Hey, I will even beg you if you want me to. BUT you will NEVER accomplish to RAPE ME. BECAUSE I will freely surrender myself and body to you!"

The sexual tension seemed to have hit the high point. Menge forgot how attractive self-confidence could be if shown by women before they were utterly broken and sex addicts.

Now he wanted to rape that little sorceress whore all the more.

"That's good to hear. A little dignity at the beginning makes the success later even sweeter."

A hand went around Yennefer's throat, not squeezing, but certainly threatening to as he held her to the wall, allowing his other hand to run down her body, fingernails striking downward with a measured strike that cut her priceless dress and mask down the middle all the way down to the halfway mark. The torn fabric fell aside and exposed her perky, firm breasts as he then reached up between her legs.

As the hand pressed against her pussy through her panties, Yennefer let out a sharp yell that sounded much, much more eager than she would have liked. She couldn't help herself; the love egg's pleasure-enhancing effects she was under were intoxicating and she had too much to contend with amid all of the many thoughts swirling around her mind. There was something intense about the degree to which she felt like she had no control, and the force he steadily applied to her slick cunt through her clothes didn't make it much better.

"You make me so wet, Caleb," she uttered sexily, shivering and biting her lip as he held tightly onto her throat, worried he was going to actually start squeezing. "Is that what you always wanted, right?"

Menge could have answered her question. He almost wanted to answer it, to describe his lust for her in terms so vulgar and degrading that she would turn the same flush pink as her heart charms. But instead, he decided to show her, pulling the thin fabric of her thong aside and squeezing her tits out from her bra, causing the flexible garter straps along her sexy thighs to judder and the love egg magically disappear to make space for what was coming next.

The motion of replacing his hand with his dick was a swift one, one that went so fast Yennefer was completely unprepared for it. Just as her mouth had not been ready for a cock like Menge's, neither had her pussy, and she immediately felt herself being torn open by the thick cock driving forward and taking her, forcing a scream past her lips as she twisted and shivered about in mad frustration.

"You caused me a lot more trouble than you're worth it, sorceress freak. Now is my payback time," the commander snarled, keeping his hand around her throat as he fucked her against the door, laughing as he grabbed her legs and guided them up around his waist. The raven-haired sorceress' body was burning with such intensity that she felt like she had no choice, and in so many ways she really didn't. It was so overbearing and intense to feel him simply resting inside of her pussy, the sensation of being stretched out utterly by it driving her mad, but there was so much worse in store. Instead of bothering to thrust, Menge simply went all out this time, whipped up into a frenzy from his first push forward, and he loved the way his little sorceress bitch yelled as he started to ravish her.

"Scream of me, slut. Beg me like you said you would do for me!"

"Menge, ngnh! Fuck me, harder, please!" Yennefer yelled and meant for it to be a plea for mercy, the beginning of some kind of attempt at appealing to good sense within him and keeping him from subjected her to this brutality, but as he started to pound her, pre-cum dripped into her needy, sloppy twat, and the ignition that it caused within her most sensitive and receptive places made sure that she felt nothing but raw pleasure, the frustration building as finally she figured out his plan. That his narcotic cum was driving her appetites harder and hotter, and that his plan was to fuck her into a state of bliss so intense that she would break utterly for him.

Menge was going to pound her right into submission, and there was nothing she could do to stop it as even the dosage her body already had was enough to leave her weak, lying limp against the door as he fucked her lingerie-dolling body senselessly. His feral brutality had won over and she was left to endure more and more of it, trapped now in a cycle where she could only get worse from here, and she had to watch herself suffer through every second of it.

The hand on her neck shifted to instead seize her silken black hair as he grabbed her full ass to help keep her upright, not that she needed much help given the fact that his body pinned her right up against the wooden door and simply refused to let go. His touch was possessive and aggressive. He already owned her in his mind, even if she hadn't yet come to realize it, and he fondled her like she was his. Many things about him and this situation resembled Netek and his way to prove his love to her.

Menge's steady, savage thrusts knew no end, the speed remaining terrifyingly consistent as he had his way with her, drive by the utter carnal indulgence of his hunger. He had lusted after the petite, gorgeous body of Yennefer's for some time now, the wannabe powerful sorceress' existence always a nuisance on the continent's history, but a nuisance whose butt shook so addictive-making way from one side to another as she ran that and whose tits heaved every time she made a step in her heeled shoes that would briefly fill his thoughts with nothing but a sadistic desire for her, and Menge was more than ready to give vent his those desires as they shifted into very real wants that he knew it was time to become real. It just happened to be a very brutal form of abreaction.

So Menge slammed into her, and he didn't fucking stop. Left her body heaving, her breasts bouncing from the pure impact running through her, and made her scream in increasingly more eager delight. The enjoyment raised as he fucked more of his pre-cum into her, but it would pale in comparison to the real load and they both knew it, Menge eager for it and Yennefer dreading it less and less as she drew closer to orgasm and the ignition of her inner walls with addictive pleasure became something she simply could not be without. She was losing herself, drawing closer and closer to the surrender that the witch hunter craved to see, her will teetering atop a dangerous line as he sought to lay her low and ravage her, and she was powerless to stop it, or better say craved for it.

Making it all sweetly worse was that Yennefer came first. She hadn't meant to, but the powerful swell of sensation struck her too harshly to resist and she found herself howling in mad release as her body tightened and burned up, her orgasm being at the perfect level of intensity she had gotten addicted to as her primed body responded with all of the sensitivity she had built up, left to buck and twist, almost convulsing against the door and against Menge's grasp as she felt herself burn brightly, her pussy clamping down around the commander's cock, and though she didn't beg him for his cum, her body certainly did, inner walls trying to milk his cock of its precious payload. And he was more than happy to provide, giving her a guttural snarl and a slam forward as he came inside of her, pumping her greedy pussy full of what it craved and laughing as he hit her with a harsh dose right where it counted.

"Yes, yes, yeeeeees!"

Never before had Yennefer felt so much cum flood into her all at once, but she was pumped so full that she could feel her womb filling up with cum, and she wasn't able to hold onto herself anymore, left gasping as she was pulled off of the door, Menge pulling out of her and throwing her down to the king sized bed on her hands and knees, laughing at her as the intense aftershocks of her orgasm proved almost as potent as regular orgasms themselves. The raven-haired sorceress bucked and shivered, gasping out as she realized just what her body was being subjected to as cum leaked out of her sloppy hole and dropped to her stockings and stilettos.

"C-commander..." Yennefer whined with an innocent, girly voice, biting her lip and wincing tightly as she realized what she was about to say. "I... Please, w-will you... Nnngh!" The noise of need both sexual and general was the sign of just how gone she was, a sloppy wreck leaking all of the cum she suddenly needed. "Rape me!... Like those worthless cunts, Sheala and Margarita please?"

Menge's eyes glowed in joy. "What sick, subhuman piece of rape holes you and your kind are..."

Yennefer looked back, smirking and arching her butt by pressing her entire upper body against the fluffy blanket and pushing her legs apart. The sight Menge was confronted with couldn't have been beaten for hotness and lechery, the combination of the garter belt, stockings, and garter straps raised her to the throne of the sexiest inferior sluts on the continent, with streams of cum still bubbling out her shaven pussy and pouring down her slender thighs.

The commander was upon Yennefer instantly, driving his cock back into her pussy, and this time, when she screamed, she did so with nothing but absolute bliss, moaning and throwing her head back as she felt him claim her, the savagery of his thrusts as he fucked her from behind suddenly very welcome and much appreciated.

Menge had no patience or desire to see her whimper and plead with him, unable to tease as he entered a state of pure need that left him capable only of feverishly rutting the bitch he was breaking in, and he savored the way her body clenched around his cock in the process. One hand seized her hair again, tugging her head back and making her scream in masochistic glee while the other came down again and again across her round ass, making it jiggle as it heaved from the force of his thrusts.

"Who and what are you again?!"

"Jenny, a useless bitch and the most depraved cock-sucking whore on the continent, commander."

Yennefer didn't care where the words came from or why she was saying them because they ran too true to care. "A slutty sorceress whore who wants to get raped on all fours and her own sweat of the depravity. Fuck me, rape me, cum in me and breed me, commander. Use me. Whatever you want, I'll do it. I'm your obedient slave!" It hadn't taken much for Menge to see the genuineness of her words while Everything within Yennefer's mind and body craved more, and there was no reason to fight when it all felt so good, when all she had to do was accept how much she wanted it and how much of a filthy whore she was to get every last drop fed to her and pumped into her holes.

Better being a sorceress slut with dignity than an actual sorceress with teary face and eyes.

Riding high on the thrill of seeing the raven-haired sorceress dragged low, Menge felt like the happiest rapist alive, loving the screams she made as he utterly forsook everything about the party. Nothing could ever have possibly mattered as much to him as claiming the trophy of Yennefer's precious will and her gorgeous body. Her curly hair shaking at every thrust as he gave her a nice, feral pounding doggy style, something fitting for the two of them, both being twisted in their own way.

Yennefer's addiction to Menge's cum meant a sensitivity and a desperation that knew no end, and her body understood the way to get it was to get off as quickly as possible and hope the clenching of her stretched out pussy would be too much for him to deny. So once more Yennefer came, screaming out in mad delight as she lost herself, eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out like a bitch in heat as pleasure overwhelmed her body with such intensity that she couldn't hold on to any of it, and was thrown into the vicious, overwhelming release that she craved more than anything in the world.

Screwed utterly stupid, she embraced it, and her body began to milk Menge's cock in desperate search of its next fix, now a wannabe rape victim who wanted only one thing, and fortunately for her, her drug of choice was something the sadistic commander was all too happy to give to her in spades.

Another mass load flooded her infertile pussy, and if two shots had already turned her into a begging toy like this, willing to insult herself with the barest of prompting, then Menge couldn't wait to see what other depravities he could drag her down into, as he groaned and withdrew from her spent hole, laughing and swatting at her rear end as he pulled out of her and smiled.

"Tell me, slut, what happened to you on the ship of Captain Vilgord? And where is he actually?"

"I got raped, fucked and domesticated by fifty sailors like dogs their bitch," Yennefer replied weakly, slumping down to lie face-first in the saliva-soaked pillow, eyes still rolled back as she stopped processing where she was. None of that mattered to her right now, and as she was naked, twitching and dripping with cum while not putting up any kind of fight. "And Vilgord got murdered the way he deserved. Who knows where his dead body is right now..."

"Thought so. And how did you get inside this city?"

"I disguised as a whore and pretended to be from Poviss looking for new customers. After two redanian soldiers paid me five crowns each and fucked me, they let me go without a problem."

Menge snorted and wasn't surprised at all to hear such things. Then, even if he wanted to ask more about her story and connection to General Azol and the guy who murdered Captain Vilgord, Yennefer jumped up from the bed and punched him with the bottom of the candlestand in his face. Like being hit by a heavy shield, the commander dashed backward to the wooden floor like a sandbag, body twitching in the painful stupor and blood spurting out his nose and lips. Menge wasn't knocked-out but dazed, giving Yennefer enough time to grab the magic crystal bug and jump to the door.

"This pussy and body are already owned, faggot. Never forget that," the raven-haired sorceress chuckled and rushed out with having nothing on than her lingerie and Louboutin shoes as Menge tried to reach for her in total anger, "Fucking whore, you dead! Do you hear me? YOU ARE FUCKING DEAD!!!"

Without having the mask anymore, Yennefer trotted through the corridors in search of Javvar Azol. The party was in full spate, a rapid progression almost impossible since in every corner and on every sideboard people were romping together. As she turned the next corner, the raven-haired sorceress could see Menge's hateful outlines right behind her and close to her heels, causing her heart almost to explode and the love egg to go nuts.

"Have to disappear into the crowd. Somehow... with somebody... now," Yennefer realized but all peers seemed to have been already too busy fucking each other, as her eyes recognized two figures in the far end of the room, standing side by side and talking. Without giving a second thought, she stroke off and stowed the crystal away under the hem of her stocking.

"An entire building full of sex-crazed hussies and none of them want to sleep with us. A tang of irony, right Eskel," Lambert said and looked over at his witcher friend. "Maybe it's because of your damn face. It literally scares all people away on this continent."

"Haha, you're so funny, Lambert. Freaking hilarious. You should go and ask Dandelion to become a Radovid's next funny man on the court," Eskel countered. "I'm sure he will laugh as much as the rest of us and give you a title as well. Lambert, the headless stand-up comedian of Redania."

"Boys cocks out. Now!" Yennefer appeared and hissed with her typical, commanding voice.

"Yennefer..." Eskel and Lambert mumbled and tried to say something with gaping eyes, not believing to see Geralt's so-called love of his life and mate, and even less what she demanded from them as her hands reached out for their pants' clasp.

"Yennefer, what the fuck?!? No, I mean- Geralt- dammit," Eskel achieved to mumble, trying to push her fingers off. Lambert, on the other side, seemed to be too confused to say anything in addition - perhaps for the first time in his entire life.

"Shut up. Both of you! I said cocks out. Now!" Yennefer ordered, knelt down before them, looking up in dead-serious eyes the witchers were used to see from her. She was not joking. "There's no time for explanation. You both will fuck me now, hard, rough and without protest. If you don't do it, I'll make sure you will never have sex in your miserable lives again. Am I made myself clear, gentlemen?!"

Lambert and Eskel exchanged unbelieving glances...

And then fished out their cocks from their pants and presented them as ordered. Both knew the raven-haired sorceress was not a person to be trifled with. Better do what she demanded and not challenge her to fight.

Geralt would have done the same.

Right?
- 20
- 21
- 22
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Wet Cherry of Truth