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Wet Cherry of Truth	By : uztre Category: +S through Z > Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Views: 96308 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Summary:
Yennefer is kneeling before Lambert and Eskel's cocks, getting clear about her feelings and actions first which led her to this very situation of her way to find Ciri. As Menge appears, she buckles down to the task and the situation turns into the most wicked threesome she has had so far, including some depraved disclosures about Triss and Vesemir. When everything is over and Yennefer seems to be had her whoredom, she gets confronted with feelings and pangs of remorse she neither is able to understand nor resist... Until one of the Devil's champions reveals his presence and it begins to dawn on Yennefer: Has she always been the mistress of her actions and motives, or victim of a sophisticated mind game?
Tags: F/M/M, threesome, consensual, blowjob, anal sex
Notes:
- Spell-checked on June 17, 2018
"How did I end up here?" Yennefer thought while she was on her knees, her hands tightly clutching Eskel and Lambert's semi-erect cocks. From the moment she burst upon Netek Rivay, it seemed she was maneuvering herself from one depraved encounter to another without having actual control about her life and the situations anymore, with rational thinking had become a mere ability of the past.

Until this moment, Yennefer hadn't been aware of how much she was really depending on her magic and how much it had been defining her character, or better say her desire how other people should be seeing her; as a powerful, independent and smart sorceress. In a world where many women failed, she accomplished to get one and therefore deserved acknowledgment.

Respect.

This was at least what she thought till Netek crossed her path, ravished her and put this dimeritium collar on her neck. Immediately, the balances of power, on which her first and second line of defense as a woman was built on, changed and Yennefer was literally drawn through the mud of humiliation and depravity she couldn't oppose.

The dimeritium collar, a simple tool of subjugation, was used to bring her physically to heel. No matter how fiercely or stubbornly Yennefer had fought its existence tooth and nail, its presence remained omnipresent and irresistible. It hadn't directly harmed but familiarized her with a side of her psyche she had learned to suppress and not abandon herself to.

This side was always craving after something so wicked and kinky neither Crach an Craite nor Istredd, and least Geralt was in the position to provide and give her. The dimeritium collar thereby only acted as a means to an end, as a key to open the door which had always kept her innermost self under tight wraps, the smarting truth Yennefer had refused to believe but had known it was actually there all her life.

And what was that?

As ironic and misogynistic as it sounded, and the raven-haired sorceress really had to pocket her pride to accept it in this very specific case, Yennefer of Vengerberg desperately went for kinky things like forced obedience, male domination, humiliation, exploitation and public disgrace. The slightest thought of them made her pussy wet and her stomach turn at the same time. It was like she was betraying herself and everything she believed in, only to get her most primal needs satisfied.

Did this late realization mean she wasn't herself anymore, that she was somehow broken and no mistress of her own thoughts, actions, and decisions?

When Yennefer was kneeling before all the sailors of Captain Vilgord's ship and giving them a head like a whore and depraved slut, then only because she wanted it that way and not because of her strong libido dictating it. Yes, of course, her mission to find Ciri and keep her secret intact from the Wild Hunt and the Witch Hunters played a vital role too in that moment, but the pleasure she had extracted from being Netek's Jenny and submissive wouldn't have been that tremendous and addictive if anything was only about pain, agony, and rape.

And as much as Yennefer's ego and feminist self were still in denial about this truth of her personality, she still preferred to not get used and forced by men to anything, dressed slutty but classy and sexy, respected but not humiliated. But as complex a woman's mind was in reality, as complex and also illogical a woman's sexuality was able to get.

And as much as Yennefer wanted to point a finger to the sadistic dwarf and declare him responsible for everything evil that had happened to her so far, including this revealing of her innermost self, it felt just too wrong. Neither Netek nor the dimeritium collar didn't really take away anything from her, on the contrary, give her something she would have been able to get otherwise. Yes, in a very brutal, merciless and consequential manner but Yennefer was cold bitch enough to take it in stride.

Nonetheless, she wouldn't mind getting her magic abilities back again of course, even though she couldn't make use of them except for her mind reading power.

Did the love egg change anything about her relentless personality or attitude then?

In contrast to the dimeritium collar, this sextoy had an actual, physical effect on her body, which was pulsating non-stop at the highest level of intensity and the whole night already. Bound to the dark magic of the slave contract she freely signed off, not only because of the zerrikanian slavemaster Javvar Azol's seductive charm and big black cock, but also because of the necessity allowing her to attend the party in the first place, Yennefer had decided to dissipate her fear and rather enjoy her temporary status of a haweenay, her Passionata outfit and the nobles' jealous glances at her perfect body and bubble butt.

Meaning the love egg made her constantly edge and needy like the greatest slut in town.

But did it change her?

Ignorant people and those who thought they would know her would have labeled her and her actions, as for instance sleeping with Menge to fool him and play out time, as whorish and slutty. Understandable if looked from outside. However, Yennefer still knew perfectly who she was, what mattered in her life and understood her mission; a mother, Ciri and her safety, and in that very order. Regardless of how much she liked and enjoyed her new side and sexuality, Yennefer would never lose sight of her 'ugly one'.

But there was no rule forbidding her to have fun sex in the meantime, neither.

And since she was someone who rather faced the truth than denied it, the decision of using her body to get ahead with her mission led to some additional realization. By accepting it to herself and she couldn't ignore a fact any longer: Geralt, her love of life, was - without a doubt - a beautiful father to Ciri, reliable partner and capable mate in bed.

But Yennefer was fair enough to accept that Geralt hadn't a fancy for these kinds of kinks the way she did. It would be wrong and not fair to demand from him to do it with her this way. At the same time, she couldn't get the persistent idea off her chest that the real reason for their break-ups over the last years actually resided in this very problem, because she instinctively wanted something from the witcher he couldn't give her and didn't possess.

To be fair, she didn't know it too until yesterday and felt sorry for Geralt. Both always thought the reason for their recurrent togetherness was the Last Wish, the magic bond pushing them closer the more they parted, leading them to believe that there was something between them where actually nothing was. Perhaps, the Last Wish wasn't meant to bind their fate together but theirs to Ciri's. At the very moment she crossed Geralt's life, all three of them seemed to be destined to stick together.

Perhaps and Yennefer didn't really like to admit at all, that was the actual outcome of Geralt's third and last wish. Yes and even though they were a strong attraction, their relationship was constantly moving in a circle of misunderstandings and general disagreement, making no headway. Perhaps, they both were clinging to something based on false expectations and assumptions. Perhaps, their intimate relationship was only made up by the djinn's magic and from the moment it was lifted, Geralt would become a stranger to her and vice versa.

Perhaps Geralt wasn't simply the one.
"So again, how did I end up here?" Yennefer asked herself in a fraction of a second, between Lambert and Eskel's legs and stretched-out cocks…

Quite contrary to those famous ignorant people who had constantly accused her of being a derisive, cold and heartless witch, Yennefer wasn't that of a monster who could justify both witchers' death to Geralt if time would certainly come later. Because that would have exactly happened if she asked for Lambert and Eskel's help to protect her, who both neither were carrying swords nor wearing witcher armor at the moment.

How she came up with this assumption?
Quite easy.

If Caleb Menge knew she was here, he must have already alarmed all witch hunter forces in the city. In case of doing her a favor, Lambert and Eskel would have certainly helped her to get out of the building, but outside of it, there would have been an entire army of witch hunters expecting them. Even for trained and experienced witchers they were, the outcome of this situation would have quickly ended deadly for them. Since Yennefer was someone of value for the commander, Geralt's friends weren't at all. Menge wouldn't have hesitated to execute them for a second. A meaningless death for both witchers who had good hearts and more importantly used to be Ciri's friends.

No, this was ineligible. Yennefer was someone who never pondered over something very long and took risks quickly and directly but only if the end justified the means. By asking for Lambert and Eskel's protection, she would have gained nothing, just Geralt's anger and Ciri's grief…

… If she had somehow survived the whole situation in advance, of course.

But Yennefer was sure she was going to find and embrace her Ciri again.

No matter what the costs were going to be...

No. The only way out of this mess led by keeping a low profile and putting Menge off, even though this decision meant she had to have sex with these both witchers. Yennefer rather explained Geralt why she had a sweaty threesome with Lambert and Eskel than why they had to die because of her. And by the way, his so-called close friends of Kaer Morhen didn't seem to be very reluctant by the idea of hooking up with her either, if she considered the way they lovely presented their cocks to her glossy lips without any embarrassment.

'Evil to him who evil thinks', Yennefer guessed and smiled to herself, the unleashed, wicked part of her always been secretly looking forward to this exact opportunity. It wasn't like Geralt never slept with one of her friends, right?
"Yennefer, if this is some sort of joke then it's not funny at all, you know…" Eskel muttered, his face still contorted in disbelief about what was going on before his cat eyes. However, before the raven-haired sorceress could give a reply, Lambert seemed to have suddenly found his lost tongue and tossed in with an unusually derogative voice, "What's going on, Yen? Finally decided to give Geralt tit for tat for all the countless times he PLOWED Triss Merigold in your absence?"

Yennefer's lilac eyes leaped up in annoyance, surprised by the degrading undertone in his words. Only Geralt used to spell her name like 'Yen', and the mention of Triss Merigold's name hit her hard for a moment. Lambert was obviously trying to provoke her, looking for a fight. Lucky for him that she hadn't time to rebuke him as Menge appeared at the corner and gazed evilly around. He was pissed off as hell, blood running down his face but hadn't spotted her yet, eyes running through the room and the lewd crowd.

The love egg intensely vibrated at the mere thought he was going to catch her.

"Are you out of your mind? Do you want her to shrink our dicks?" Eskel buzzed at his witcher friend, slapped the raven-haired sorceress' firm grasp at his cock off and made a step backward. Heart throbbing in her chest, Yennefer tried to crawl forward and catch him but then Lambert came into play.

"She comes in here, literally orders us to shag her like a fucking whore, and you expect from me to keep quiet and act like an ignorant moron?!" The witcher hissed back and pushed her palm on his cock away as well, his voice attracting notice from nobles having sex around them, and Menge of course. "Where's your pride, man? Have you ever had one actually?!"

With the witchers' childish dispute, the situation became hard to beat for its bizarreness. Yennefer knew she had to say something and intervene but unfortunately, Eskel preempted her again, face reddish like a tomato and eyes sparkling. This time he was really angry, ready to explode.

"You and pride, my arse, Lambert! Who of us two ended up… mistakenly in a gay brothel and was robbed to his bare skin, and then came up the road and begged for help like a little girl?!"

"You said you would never ever speak a word of it," Lambert countered immediately, whispering with ashamed cheeks.

"And you swore to me you would stop being a fucking prick, and look where we are now…"

From the corner of her eyes, Yennefer recognized how Menge's attention began more and more to focus itself on her current place. More of this nonsense and she was busted. Before everything went down the plughole, she had to get those stupid witchers to shut up and focus their attention on her and only her alone.

A strategy shift was necessary. She wasn't going to allow them to sabotage her mission to find Ciri.

"Boys, stop arguing please," Yennefer uttered sweetly, playing off her sexy voice no man on the continent could withstand. "This whole naming and shaming, that's not going to help, is it? We clearly had a bad start. Why don't we draw a line under it and take a fresh start again?"

Surprisingly, her words seemed to have the desired impact as both sighed and allowed her to crawl towards their dangling cocks. Their faces proved her that they were still skeptical and uncertain how to pin down her nice behavior. Yennefer used this chance and began to slowly rub their flaccid shafts from their girthy base up to their bulbous head trickling pre-cum.

"You were gone for three years, Yen," Lambert said and broke the short silent, still daring to call her the way only Geralt did.

"We thought you were in Nilfgaard. Geralt thought-"

Menge looked over at them.

Time had come now that Yennefer had to show what Netek had taught to maintain her cover so she could leave Oxenfurt unnoticed. Telling both witchers the truth was out of the question and would have risked everything. She couldn't take it if it was about her mission to find Ciri. Therefore, Yennefer decided to come up with the only 'false truth' which came into question at the moment. If General Azol popped up, her story had to be conclusive and apply to what he probably spouted off.

"Yes, I was in Nilfgaard and in prison to be clear," she started explaining and opened her mouth wide, which allowed her to drive Lambert's cock into her mouth. Her eyes flew open as she gagged, the shaft embedding itself without a second's hesitation right down her gullet. She choked on it, shuddering and twisting as it invaded and violated her throat while her other hand quickened its movements along Eskel's evolving dick. "But the Emperor…*glurp* released me on condition…*slurp* that I have to give up all my money…*glark* name and title, even my magic abilities…*glurk*.

Lambert didn't seem to listen already, as his hands grabbed either side of her head to help keep it steady as Yennefer's hard thrusts of her head shoved the cock deep into her throat, and the witcher seemed utterly uncaring about how difficult it was for her to take his thick, meaty intruder down.

"Ahh by the God of hell Eskel, she is goooood. No wonder Geralt keeps coming back to her all these years. Clearly not because of her personality." Fingernails dug into Yennefer's palms as she shivered in the surprise of Lambert's impressively big cock she used to hear rumors about but never was able to convince herself of its correctness in person.

Till now, and it was way bigger than Geralt's, that was sure.

"What do you- nghn this handiwork of yours is other-worldly, Yen. Keep going," Eskel mumbled, unable to bring himself because of the raven-haired sorceress' masterly handjob to finish the question as his head fell backward and a sultry moan escaped his lips. "You wanna suggest… you can't use your magic any longer? Is that right- hng dammit, those fingers are killing me." Both witchers seemed to get problems to hold themselves back, forcing Yennefer to wrap her hands around them, if only to keep them civil and from lashing out at her.

Luckily, Menge started looking somewhere else.

Lambert and Eskel kept their hips forward and their tips against her face as she kept stroking, pumping steadily to the rhythm with which her mouth was being violated. Yennefer was turned on by the situation as well, the love egg inside her pussy vibrating the hell out of itself and making drops of pussy juices trickling through the thin fabric of her thong down to the wooden floor as she was so carelessly shoved into a situation of debauchery and sluttiness by herself.

On one side, she wished she didn't have to bandy any words with those witchers in the first place, who she used to know and supposed to be Geralt's closest friends only to become more and more entangled in a web of lies which were going to be almost impossible to get rid of later. On the other side, however, Yennefer felt an intense, inexplicable urge to act her identity of slave properly she appropriated to herself over the last hours and lived up to expectations to keep her cover intact and 'innocent bystanders' safe.

Even if that meant betraying herself and sacrificing the 'we-are-just-friends' relationship she had with them, turning it into one called 'friends with benefits'.

Her mission to find Ciri was still her priority, and nothing was going to intervene it.
Not even a threesome with some well-endowed witchers of Kaer Morhen.

"I'm no…*glurk* sorceress anymore, boys. Put on a...*slurp* dimeritium collar and got rid of my…*glark* last name 'of Vengerberg' and…" Yennefer was interrupted by the love egg which caused her to cum three times in a row, moaning against Lambert's cock between her lips, eyes rolling back. What she was going to say next topped her most depraved dreams by far. Every fiber of her being of Yennefer of Vengerberg, sorceress and former royal advisor of king Demavend, cried havoc. "And agreed to become...*glurk* to become…*slurp* a sex slave...*glurk*."

Like being struck in the face, Lambert and Eskel bandied looks, unsure about Yennefer's last sentence they thought they had heard. Her words and the entire situation in the auction house blurred for a moment. Yennefer of Vengerberg, the know-all, cold-hearted, scheming and proud sorceress, and Geralt's 'toxic' girlfriend, a sex slave now?

What the fuck?!?

Either this was their luckiest day on the continent or the go-ahead of their very painful death.

Or perhaps a really good and perfectly staged prank. The sort of where people around them stopped screwing each other and laughed them out of court, and then Geralt appeared and tried to kill them.

But if this would have been the case, why was everybody acting like they would have been giving a shit about them like they had been the entire evening already. And Yennefer was still keeping sucking and stroking their cocks like a… yes, a sex slave.

And what a slave!

"Do you need help?... Does Geralt know about all this… you know?" Eskel achieved to open his lips and pose a question after a moment of shock. A wet, loud pop resounded through the room when Lambert's cock parted from Yennefer's lips and her eyes glowed threateningly.

"No and no! And you won't tell him anything about this. Nothing. And you never saw me here. If you do, it would break his heart, make my new life and work more complicated than it already is. This has to remain our little secret, boys!"

It worked. Menge scoured for her on the wrong spot. She had to proceed with… whatever she was doing right now. "Of course, Yen. We totally understand that, and if you don't mind my saying, this new life of a sex slave suits you perfectly, and considering the lingerie and jewelry, your Master must be very pleased with you as well," Lambert uttered and smirked the way Yennefer would have slapped in the face, in the past. In contrast to nilfgaardian and skelliger slavers, the zerrikanian and ofiri slavemasters used to be known as professionals, treating their slaves with respect and care.

How did both of them know that wasn't important...

Yennefer was surprised how well everything worked out till now. She expected them to go crazy and not believe her a syllable, but for some reasons Lambert and Eskel seemed to quickly become reconciled to the circumstance that she had changed her identity and profession to become a sex slave who freely sold her dignity and body to a man and Master who owned her like a house or horse.

First on the ship and now on the continent too, Yennefer didn't know for a second whether she should be happy about the fact that her cover was actually working or offended by the circumstance that even people who suppose to know her for years were instantly in agreement with the idea and not becoming suspicious of her overtly untypical conduct somehow. A sorceress, a slut, a whore and a slave. That's all the same for the people. Witchers weren't an exception, what a surprise...

Since the foundation of the Brotherhood of Sorcerers and the Lodge of the sorceresses, one might have thought that such unilateral and close-meshed mindsets about sorceresses must be a thing of the past, but her adventures of the last twenty hours proved her otherwise. It didn't matter what they already achieved or had done for the society, what knowledge they possessed. The only work a retired enchantress should hold down was either of a prostitute or slave. Something else seemed to be ineligible.

Before Yennefer could get negative feelings of these thoughts, the love egg made the decision for her by glowing inside her vaginal walls like fireworks, pushing all concerns aside and to the backside of her already overstimulated mind. In consequence, her eyes wandered over to Menge again, seeing now arguing with a pregnant woman having braided hair and brown mascara.

However, the coast wasn't clear yet.

"Oh, Lambert my Lambert, what a nice charmer you can be only if you want to."

A wicked smile crossed the raven-haired sorceress' face, what the witcher was more than willing to return.

"If the woman is worth the effort and time..."

"Ah really?" Yennefer countered with her pretentiously sexy accent. "What makes you think I am now?"

Eskel couldn't hide his smirk as he looked at his friend, curious about his answer.

"Because of your hands and lips around my cock, of course, you dirty slut." Lambert didn't blink his eyes once. "If you ask me, this is the only place you and those plush lips and that wicked tongue of yours really belong to. Can't wait to see what's the feeling like when I force myself into you." Eskel's eyebrows arched in surprise at the level of honest his friend displayed, expecting this time to see one of the raven-haired sorceress' famous tit-for-tat responses, but quite the opposite happened as Yennefer's palms even accelerated their twisting motions of ups and downs and her lilac eyes looked up, radiating an aura of need and lust Lambert and Eskel thought they would never catch a glimpse at, even in their most depraved dreams as both groaned and stepped closer.

"Do you think the same way, Eskel?" Yennefer asked and licked her lips, making him swallow and his belly spasm. "Be honest. You always wanted to shag me as much as Lambert, didn't you?" It didn't even take a moment for the usually so calm and reasonable witcher to share his honest thoughts with the world. "Yes, Yen... Ungh-- Since the first day we met, the first time I saw that perfect bubble butt of yours shaking its way on the streets and you walked by, this addictive scent of lilac and gooseberries of yours bewitched my senses in no time, you know..."

"And we, including Coën and Leo before they died, have been always thinking what a lucky guy Geralt is to hook up with you. Even Vesemir... He would rather prefer to die than to admit it to you but he was saying the same thing when you and Geralt were off with Ciri on several occasions," Lambert added, being absolutely honest like always, something Yennefer liked. "Everyone in Kaer Morhen did but no one would have ever dared to say these things to you in person, of course. 'Bros before hoes' because of Geralt."

"Hmm, Vesemir you say." Yennefer's brows raised in surprise. The truth about how much information she was able to get out only if she gave men proper handjobs was remarkable. She should have made use of this talented a long time ago. It would have spared her so many aimless discussions and empty, double talks. "For all these years and the countless times we argued with each other, the old man gave me the cold shoulder but secretly had spoiled ulterior motives of me? My, my, Vesemir. Now I regret that I've never visited Kaer Morhen before... No wonder Triss likes to hang out there, with you always needy boys ready for mischief and such hard-ons in their leather pants."

The last sentence caused both witchers to chuckle like little, spoiled girls. "Triss and Vesemir are a completely different story. You wouldn't believe what we have seen over the last years. Triss is everything but innocent girl, and there is a reason why Vesemir kept patting Merigold's tasty bum after she reached her adulthood..."

"Dear, darling Triss and Vesemir, hm? Is there a guy on this continent this treacherous whore hasn't shagged yet?!"

Both witchers had to chuckle at her statement.

"It's a wonder she hasn't tried to seduce you as well, Lambert."

"I've always had a stronger weak spot for black-haired women with a bitchy character," Lambert snorted.

"Yes, I can literally sense that Lambert," Yennefer smirked and teased by wagging his wobbling eight-inch dick.

A short silence fell over the place, with nobles around them snorting fisstech and pounding themselves senseless into the bliss. Eskel and Lambert's words mingled with the scenery and gave rise to imaginations Yennefer had successfully resisted and pushed away so far, but not this time though. It wasn't necessary anymore. Every personal secret and feelings they kept hidden from each other all those years was divulged in a conversation which lasted maybe a minute. What was the point of detaining if the next step was containing pleasure and satisfaction? The love egg's domestication efforts being in full spate and Menge's evil presence still in the room, the raven-haired sorceress decided to fish or cut bait and bit her glossy lips.

"Boys, what's it to be from now on?" She asked, teasing by Yennefer-like arching her eyebrow. "Vinegar or whipping cream? What would you like more?"

Lambert and Eskel bandied nods like they had telepathically come to a decision. They had already come this far. By making another step forward, they all wouldn't do any more damage to their relationship, as Yennefer pursed her lips and let her butt brace against her five-inch stiletto heels, straightening the back so both witchers had a perfect view of her pushed-up tits and the actively glowing surveillance crystal which they didn't spare a thought about. The raven-haired sorceress' expression, posture, and beauty didn't allow them to get distracted by anything else, eyes submissively locked on Eskel's first and then on Lambert's.

Both visibly couldn't wait to see their dreams come true right in front of their twitching cocks, as both witchers how Yennefer opened her jaw wide, stuck out her tongue past her lips and sat there, waiting for one of them to violate her mouth again. The witchers weren't able to waste any second to take Yennefer up on her offer, lustily rushing forward, with Eskel wanted to be the one who was going to have his turn this time.

Pushing Lambert aside with his elbow, Eskel didn't need more reason to take Yennefer up on her offer, lustily rushing forward, enjoying how Yennefer took his whole length with a single thrust of his hips, the magic feeling as his cock pushed into her throat. Yennefer's face was forced against his stomach, nose mashed against his clothes. The usually modest witcher let her sit for a moment, enjoying the sensation of having his dick sheath in such a tight, wet sleeve. Yennefer gurgled around his shaft, sitting in her esophagus and reaching down farther than she would have guessed by his size while keeping a tight grip on the back of her head, so even if Yennefer wanted to pull away, she was locked in place.

"Yeah Eskel, show that little slut what it really means to get facefucked by a witcher," Yennefer heard Lambert's insulting joking, but lucky for her, she managed to slither her tongue out of what little space existed between her lips and Eskel's heavy dick, just poking out of her mouth and teasing his balls with a few short laps which seemed to quiver in anticipation, causing him to keep her snared in place. Yennefer took the hint, taking her time teasing the witcher's sack with her tongue, which had a similar taste to his delicious cock. It didn't keep her from slobbering on it as best she could, wagging her tongue underneath Eskel's member like it was going out of style.

Despite how good Yennefer's sopping and panting tongue felt on his manhood, the usually modest witcher grew tired of her tongue-play and decided to give the sorceress slut what she wanted. Keeping a firm grasp on Yennefer, he snaked his cock out of her throat, trails of spit covering its length and leading out of her mouth before giving another deep push. Yennefer hadn't expected such rough treatment by Eskel, fought back her gag reflex hard while trying to keep some posture as Geralt's buddy started abusing her throat in earnest. Eskel's strength was readily apparent, giving powerful shoves into her mouth and throat. Even Lambert next to him with his own dick in the hand seemed to be impressed about his friend, not expecting such skills.

"Where did you learn to fuck a woman's face like that, man?"

Eskel gazed down at Yennefer who seemed to be asking herself the same question.

"Triss, of course," he replied and smirked the way Lambert never saw him doing, making Yennefer's love egg almost vibrate through the thin walls of her womb right into it. The imagination that her best friend had slept not only with Geralt but also his best friends filled her with anger and desire at the same time.

"You son of a bitch. Always acting like a faggot but in reality a damn ladykiller," the witcher stated and clapped Eskel on the shoulder, who still kept relentlessly shoving his cock into Yennefer's tiny mouth. "The way you are violating Yen means this thing you had with Triss couldn't be a one-off. How many times have you both slept with each other, man?"

"Didn't count, actually." Eskel grinned from ear to ear. "The first time was when she actually tried to steal our mutagens and equipment and I caught her in the act."

"Then I was fucking right from the beginning! This sorceress bitch was really after our secrets. Oh wait, don't tell me you blackmailed her?"

"Me, never," Eskel replied sarcastically. "Triss was so ashamed of herself that she came to me and offered herself freely, thought I'd keep still but I told it Vesemir later anyhow... You can't imagine what how many times Vesemir and I fucked that redhead's tasty ass sore and bloody till the mutagens got really stolen years later by that zerrikanian asshole Azar Javed."

After few good swallows though, Yennefer couldn't keep herself from gagging any longer, coughing and glurking around Eskel's thick shaft even while he continued reaming her throat. The sounds of her discomfort only made the witcher press on further, withdrawing less and less of his cock with every thrust until he truly was fucking her throat.

"Who are you and what have you done with my calm and always so reasonable friend?" Yennefer heard Lambert asking, looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes at the rough treatment his witcher colleague giving her mouth and throat. Next to him, Eskel's own eyes closed, teeth clenching and completely enraptured by the sensation of the sorceress wrapped around his dick. "And why the hell didn't none of you two selfish idiots say something to me dammit?!"

"Vesemir was against the idea, argued that Geralt would become suspicious if too many of us were hooking up with Triss at the same time... Lambert, you don't really know Vesemir before you saw first-hand how he treats and bangs women. Every time he was done with Triss, she was neither able to spell a word nor sit down for an entire week. Had to hold him back before Merigold got left with brain damage by all those orgasms."

"Old man Vesemir. Never guessed he would be that of sex monster."

"You've no idea. I actually learned a lot from him, almost anything to be honest. That old man is a Sex God and freaking mad dog in one person, Lambert. Once he's sniffed an exposed pussy, nothing can stop him till his prey begs for mercy," Eskel explained and groaned, suddenly slowed to a snail's pace, languidly sawing his cock just at the back of Yennefer's mouth as the majority of his manhood pulled free from her throat's embrace. The witcher looked down at the raven-haired sorceress, mascara-stained tears running down her face. Her lipstick was smeared over a sizable part of his shaft, spit dribbling out of the sides of her mouth and taking a mental picture of the sorceress desperately suckling at the end of his cock.

Yennefer couldn't believe her ears. Triss and Vesemir, an affair? On the other side, Triss was a treacherous, snaky bitch of a whore. It didn't surprise anybody that even the old Vesemir had his way with her. Triss never understood to say 'No!' to her own urges.

No time left to get angry, Yennefer folded her tongue around Eskel's length, making a U-shape that surrounded him with her slick, balmy muscle. The two remained locked this way for a few moments, the witcher not wanting to blow his load just yet, calming his nerves for just a moment as the feeling swelling in his balls began to fade. Just as abruptly, his cock shot back into Yennefer's throat, almost as if it belonged there.

It didn't take more than a few unsteady thrusts to return back to his previous rate, reaming Yennefer's throat as fast and as hard as his hips could buck into her. The sorceress resumed her guttural chorus of groans and grunts, slipping her hand down the hem of her thong and brushing her fingertips over her excited clit. Every thrust Eskel made into her throat made Yennefer grow hotter and hotter, her lusts rising steadily even as she was completely debased by a delicious cock.

"You okay down there, Yen?" Lambert simpered.

Not being in the position to move her lips, Yennefer blinked with her eyelids to signify that she hadn't had enough yet, her glurks and gluks hitting Lambert's ears and sending shivers down her spine as he watched one of the most dangerous and self-esteemed sorceresses in the continent turned into a wanton slave. Yennefer's eyes shot open when Eskel's pace grew faster and faster, coming close to his edge as it appeared this time he intended to finish off.

"Dammit, Yen is a good cocksucker. Her mouth is made for this," Eskel groaned and let out a few carnal grunts as he tried to hold on for a just a few more precious moments, but Yennefer could already feel the head of his cock begin to swell in her throat, scraping the walls of her esophagus as the witcher used it as a disposable fucktoy. After some long minutes and with one last push and grunt, Eskel let himself come to orgasm, shooting his seed directly into Yennefer's tiny throat. His head fell backward as he brought her face as close to himself as possible, covetously clutching his sex slave to make sure she swallowed every last ounce of his cum now freely flowing down her inner walls.

For her part, Yennefer tried her best to gulp down every spurt of cum Eskel gave her, the swallowing action of her muscles actually clenching slightly on his shaft and milking out more semen. The witcher's load was more than the raven-haired sorceress could handle it seemed, or perhaps it was just the fact that the scorching release was shooting directly into her mouth, but Yennefer couldn't help but cough amidst her swallowing. This way, some of Eskel's salty but juicy cum found its way up the back of her throat and oozing out of her little nostrils.

"Yeah, shut her up, Eskel. Don't back down. Let this dirty slut earn her place!" Lambert grunted in joy as he saw how Yennefer tried pulling away for a moment, but only found herself forced down tighter on his dick, Eskel coming for what seemed like ages as she sat and gobbled up every last drop she could. Finally, the witcher's climax began to subside, a few last driblets of cum oozing out of his cock as he pushed himself free of her embrace.

Yennefer coughed up delicious witcher cum and was an absolute slutty mess at this point, face streaked with seed, spit, makeup and mascara, glossy lipstick completely smeared around her mouth, and she panting heavily now that her airway was clear of the phallic obstacle. Yennefer gripped her neck, only a little sore, and looked at the ground as drops of cum began to pool between her legs and knees on the wooden floor of the auction house.

"And Eskel, what do you think?" Yennefer asked in an undertone of depravity and greed, licking up the cum from her face and lips with her fingers. "Triss, better known in Aretuza as Maribor Cumbucket, or me, Cocksucker Jenny. Who's better?"

"You both are too close actually," Eskel grinned. "No wonder has Geralt problems to make the right choice..." He knew his statement would make Yennefer jealous as hell even if the subject revolved around the question of who was the greatest slut on the continent. Although both sorceresses' friendship miraculously continued despite Geralt's constant sex flings with Triss over the last years, everyone in Kaer Morhen including Dandelion and Zoltan knew that both girls hadn't really spoken out and settled their differences yet.

In 1267, at the party in the evening before the Thanedd coup occurred, Geralt told them once that Yennefer had given Triss a tongue-lashing and run her down. He didn't hear anything about their actual talking, but Geralt would have recognized that only Yennefer was speaking and making Triss' face turn pale at the end. When they finished their conversation and both returned to him, Triss couldn't say a word and kept silent for the rest of the evening, and Yennefer would have told Geralt that the 'issue' was 'settled' and should leave it at that. Whatever that meant.

But the way Triss kept sleeping with Geralt during his famous time of amnesia proved later that she was still calling Yennefer's bluff and aiming to go toe-to-toe with her. Things got even more complicated when Geralt's amnesia was over and he was with Triss. Therefore, everyone was curious today to see what was going to happen next if both sorceresses collided with each other, and what was going to be the answer to the more interesting question: Will Geralt survive the cataclysmic event created by Yennefer's jealousy and wrath at the end, not to mention Triss?

Certainly not if considering Yennefer's previous reaction.

"What you are waiting for, boys. I'm not Triss. You can claim much more from me," Yennefer stated and smirked confidently, making the witchers smirk back and appreciate her lust for more as the sweet smell of their dicks hung heavy in the air. Going about her work, Yennefer grabbed the two cocks and began to stroke them again. This time, her motions were slow at first, just trying to coax them into former hardness, watching eagerly.

Even though they acted cool and like they were the greatest ladies' men all their entire life, Lambert and Eskel couldn't still barely believe their luck. The evening had been a dead loss until the raven-haired sorceress showed up. Did they believe her story about being a sex slave now? No, not really, but 'Never look a gift horse in the mouth', right? And if Yennefer told them to shag her with her so sexy accent, then why on the continent should they play coy and impersonate fake chaste chevaliers of Toussaint?

It's not as if Geralt hadn't already done the same by shagging his way through dozens of daughters, wives, widows and dryads, and Triss over the years, but people including them never called him a whore or a slut even once. So did they have to apply different standards only because of someone's gender? As witchers and so-called freaks, who were they passing judgment on Yennefer? Because Yennefer was a self-confident and beautiful woman, she could not simply enjoy her sexuality and have some fun like Geralt did?

Yes, it was absolutely possible as well that Yennefer had sex with both of them, Geralt's friends and fellow combatants, only because she wanted to take vengeance upon him this way. It might well be that the raven-haired sorceress was using them and not vice versa. And if this was the case, then why should Lambert and Eskel chicken out and not trying to take advantage of this exquisite opportunity to shag probably the greatest bombshell of a woman on the continent together?

Sounded like justification but both witchers were ready to take the risk in defiance of Geralt's feelings and friendship...

After all, they were but common men!

Right?

"Ah Lambert this is solid work but Vesemir and I could do something with Triss' mouth, you wouldn't believe it," Eskel told to his witcher friend as a side note, clearly trying to mock the raven-haired sorceress. "I don't think Yen is ready for it. Pity-"

"I am MORE than ready!" Yennefer tossed in in an instant.

"Are you sure? I mean-"

"Do it. I'm ready. Triss is better in something? Don't make me laugh. Come on!"

"Alright. Lambert just copy my movements..."

As Yennefer went about her task, Eskel reached down and kept her head still, forcing his member into her mouth as Lambert did the same. The two witchers tried to find any available space as they double-penetrated Yennefer's mouth, thankfully not pushing into her throat just yet as Yennefer obsequiously ran her tongue over the pair of dicks poking in her mouth, never blinking or losing eye-contact with them once.

Proving she was in no way inferior to Triss' blowjob skills, Yennefer took her free hand and put it to use around the cock her other hand was servicing, the two working together in opposite directions to jerk the witchers off, who moaned gratefully at the raven-haired sorceress' soft touch. Watching her do as they suggested overcame all of the witchers' instincts, as Yennefer's free hand groped and mashed one of her tits, teasing her nipples with an occasional pinch as she roughly handled herself.

Yennefer's own lusts were coming to a head, let out a loud moan around of the pair of cocks still in her mouth as one of her digits popped into her pussy, prodding at her clit as he wormed her finger as deep into her own cunt as she could reach. Yennefer's moaning and panting only spurred the witchers enjoying her throat to greater boldness, grabbing the back of her head and working in tandem to try and ram their meaty pistons down the wannabe sex slave's tiny throat.

As much as the raven-haired sorceress' throat strained to encase Eskel's girth earlier, it did all the more now so when two-equally endowed cocks of eight inches attempted to burrow into her esophagus. It didn't stop Yennefer from following her primal urges, however, her neck was bulging as the pair of cocks forced their way deeper into her gullet. She almost stopped moving entirely, trying to keep her whole body from spasming and her throat from retching as the two witchers started to move their dicks. Even Yennefer was surprised just how far down they went, grateful that the walls of her throat were still slick with Eskel's juicy cum and saliva to make the act less exhausting.

"Holy shit, Eskel. You learned all this from Vesemir, you say?"

"Like I said Vesemir is a damn mad dog if it comes to the purpose to bring a bitch to heel. We're just at the beginners' level."

"No kidding?"

"Have you really thought that the old man has done nothing else apart from chasing monsters, carrying out contracts and training new witchers during the last three hundred years of his life?"

"No, of course not. It's just hard imagining him as someone who is versed in such advanced sex practices. He's been always acting like he is too old and above these things we so-called young people have to grapple with every day..."

"Only when you and Geralt are around... Wait a minute. If you didn't know about the sex triangle including me, how did you know about Triss and Vesemir in the first place?"

"Caught them in the act during their famous alchemy lessons in Triss' room as Merigold's wooden bedstead cracked under Vesemir's thrusts. Didn't interrupt them of course, but every time I close my eyes to meditate since then, I can vividly hear Triss' words from back then: 'Fuck me daddy Vesemir, fuck that little tight pussy of yours!'... There is a touch of irony in the fact that later when they were done, Vesemir came to me and ordered me to fix Merigold's bed again, on the basis that I would have fixed it badly the first time."

Yennefer's whole petite body squirmed in place, her hands busily stroked, throat strained to its limit while her cunt and breasts were prodded and explored by her own pair of very talented hands hitting her sensitive spots in all the right ways. Even as her mouth hung open from the abusive treatment, no way being capable of closing it fully again, her moaning and groaning became more and more heated as she felt herself reaching her edge.

Just as her climax almost hit, the witchers abusing Yennefer's throat stopped their movement, pulling themselves free of her mouth and resting for a moment. Their ruddy, engorged heads sat in front of her, who licked either one as the two let themselves take a break from her incredibly tight throat.

"Yen, ready for the advanced course Triss had to learn to get used to in Kaer Morhen?" Eskel asked, cock-slapping and messing up her face with his splatter of cum. "Or have you already enough?"

"Get on with it, boys. I haven't been at the end of my rope by far!"

"Thought so. Lambert, what do you prefer first? Ass or pussy?"

"Always pussy first."

"Again just copy my movements."

Yennefer's hands were still stroking the witchers' cocks as the raven-haired sorceress got flanked front and back. She was unsure about just what the boys had in mind for her, but as they lifted her up into the air and hoisted her legs, Yennefer knew that it was a spectacle she was going to enjoy. Her fit body was literally a light load for their combined might as the two pushed against her with their members, the heat of their lengths rubbing against her petite body of a hot sorceress.

It took raising her a few more inches, but soon Yennefer was suspended over their big manhoods, dangling in their grasp as Eskel and Lambert lined up their tips with her front and back holes. Yennefer's mouth fell agape as they dropped her onto their dicks, spearing her ass and pussy almost to the absolute hilt with a single motion.

"Oh by the Goddess of- yesssss shag me!" She moaned out as her two holes expanded, clamping down tight with her body as she was viced between the two of them. She could barely keep from deafening the witchers, her cries, and screams of lust piercing the entire room as her head fell back slightly and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Lambert and Eskel needed a few moments to get better handholds on her, leaving Yennefer impaled as they did their best to raise her up again. Nobles who had become aware of the spectacle watched in amazement as the raven-haired sorceress writhed on the witcher's lengths, which slowly slid out of her slightly as they worked in tandem.

Just as Yennefer was about halfway up again, Eskel let her back down, more at a controlled pace this time. She wrapped either arm around them, still barely holding onto her senses as her witcher lovers began jostling her on their lengths. Once they had gotten into their rhythm, there was no stopping for Lambert and Eskel, who began bouncing Yennefer's body up and down on their cocks like a mere fucktoy. Their fitness made the task easy, letting her rise substantially before forcing her back down on their dicks.

The jewelry and garter straps jumping up and down, Yennefer's holes were merely a disposable plaything for the witchers to enjoy as they picked up their pace, even giving their own hips a few shallow thrusts to complement Yennefer's bobbing form. Lambert positioned in front of her did something none of them expected, planting his lips on hers and forcing his tongue into her mouth with a carnal need she hadn't experienced in such manner before.

Yennefer moaned around Lambert's beefy tongue, never expected to kiss Geralt's buddy even in her most depraved dreams, much less with such lustful persistence as Yennefer reacted excitedly, lashing out with her own tongue and soon they did a dance, each others' scent flooding into each other's mouths as they continued to kiss passionately, twisting their heads to get a better angle. Lambert was always known for his 'wicked tongue' but only now Yennefer clearly understood the positive side of its meaning as she kissed back.

After what felt like an eternity, Yennefer's head rolled back again, the combination of it bobbing and her own strength waning at the brutal double-fucking she was receiving. Her mouth free, the raven-haired sorceress' moans and cries returned to their full volume. “Ahh...that's it booys... don't stop... I'm gonna cum... Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh...”

Even as the words left her mouth, Yennefer's fierce orgasm hit, her petite form shivering in the two witcher's manly embrace. A sudden rush of warmed flooded around them using her cunt, Yennefer's folds convulsing around the length of his dick as it released a steady flow of her juices. She clamped tight around Eskel and Lambert's backs, bringing them even closer as having her cunt and ass fucked at the same time brought her to one of the best climaxes Yennefer had ever experienced since her visit of the Passionata's boutique. As the raven-haired sorceress came, both her front and back tightened, squeezing down around the twin lengths.

The words came too late as the quaking of Yennefer's teeny hole forced Lambert to his edge. Letting out a low grunt, the witcher's first load of seed began shooting into her. Some of the voyeuristic spectators in the room groaned as Yennefer's pussy started dribbling out cum, but the greedy man cared little as he made sure to keep bouncing Yennefer even as he released his load, trying to milk a few extra shots out of his cock before his orgasm subsided. The feeling of the seemingly-boiling goo shooting into her made Yennefer arch her sweaty form, her tender folds still aching as they were exposed to Lambert's release.

His fuck buddy, Eskel, figured that he might as well do the same, Yennefer's puckering hole clenching tight around his dick as it slid up and down his length. As much as he tried to hold on for just a few more moments, the sudden squeezing from the raven-haired sorceress' climax caught him unaware. Like Lambert, his cum flowed readily into Yennefer as he forced her down hard on his cock, keeping her still for as long as possible and keeping his whole length sheathed in her ass so that every drop of his cum lodged in Yennefer's entrails.

A groan resounded through the peers as they watched Yennefer's pink, tiny holes now oozing cum as the witchers lifted her off their rods and set her back on their feet, the pair panting heavily as their members began to softened after their orgasm. Even as they stood next to her, Yennefer couldn't help but stick her tongue out and lap up some of the cum that was hanging off of their cockheads, giving her a taste of her own ass and juices as she worked her tongue over their lengths. Watching noblewomen's fingers worked themselves into a frenzy as they caught sight of Yennefer performing the lewd act.

"Seems our little performance here drew some attention," Lambert chuckled.

"You got some strength left for another round, Lambert?"

"From pussy to ass?"

The Witcher with long scars on the face nodded slightly.

"Yen, still with us?"

The raven-haired sorceress was still running her tongue over the witchers' re-stiffening cocks, her mind succumbed to the carnal, basic instincts which were captive by the love egg's function. She was completely overwhelmed by her own lust and unable to do anything other than to please them. It was exactly how Yennefer secretly imagined it would go as Eskel laid his hands on her and began to get into new position, forcing her to straddle him lying beneath her.

Eskel started rubbing his cock between Yennefer's tiny cheeks and after a few strokes with her backside, he started poking his dick into her dribbling hole, slick and slimy with cum to make stretching into her ass easy. On the other hand, his eight-inch cock proved to be ready to give her the pleasure she desperately needed again, Yennefer realizing this as his length began spearing into her rear. She made no noise, but her mouth opened and her face contorted into a shocked expression as her ass was spread wide by the heavy penetration.

Yennefer and the witcher became now definitively main attraction of the entire floor as peers of all ranks formed a circle around them and watched with interested expressions while the fingerfucking sessions of their female servants continued without hesitation. Everyone wanted to witness at first hand and in the first line how next round of this lascivious ravishing of the most beautiful woman of this event was going to proceed exactly.

As much as Yennefer writhed and wriggled on Eskel's length, it didn't stop the others from advancing on her, carnality in their eyes. Lambert knelt at the raven-haired sorceress' groin, patting his length against her warm and waiting folds, causing it to make lewd slapping noises. The witcher seemed totally indifferent to the trail of cum that was leading from the butthole, taking it in stride as Lambert lined himself up with Yennefer's petite body.

The head of his cock wedged into Yennefer's still tiny cunt, its massiveness viced front and back once more on a pair of witchers' cocks. As they burrowed into her, Yennefer began rolling and bucking her hips, twisting their lengths deep inside her as she got a feel for their dicks. Eskel now in her front hole started sawing his length in and out of her, matching Yennefer's gait with his own dick.

The raven-haired sorceress was sure she could feel their big tips ramming together inside her, hitting her most sensitive areas and clamping her in place. Even as she sheathed the pair of cocks her front and back, Yennefer watched how her tits jumped out of the cups of her push-up bra due to the hard thrusts of her witchers' bellies and then began bouncing up and down like they were enjoying the exhibitionistic freedom of the momentum.

Soon, Yennefer was worming and bobbing around the two witchers, eager to please as them as thoroughly as possible while relishing the dyad's endowments. Her perfectly shaped body began beading with sweat, the heat of Yennefer's own lust and the warmth of Lambert and Eskel's bodies surrounding her making the whole room seem like it was it was a veritable skelliger sauna. It wasn't long before her beautiful skin was gleaming in the candlelight, drips of her sweat falling off her with every thrust and push that the witchers gave into her.

As Lambert and Eskel worked together, it soon became apparent that they were reaching their respective limits again. For as many whores including Triss as both witchers had had over the years, only Merigold and few of them seemed so eager to milk their cocks dry of their cum like Yennefer was, her hips bucking and her head bobbing around the duo of rods that were being forced into her and making her mind reel with delight.

"Want us to cum inside your little cunt and asshole once more, you dirty slut?!" Eskel asked with a possessive voice.

"Nhnng yesss, fill me up, boys. You and the Goddess herself know I deserve your juicy cum more than Triss, pleeeease!"

"Fuck Yen... Can't... Cumming fuuuck!" Lambert groaned wolfishly from behind.

Both witchers reaching their maximum point of ecstasy in unison, their massive dicks felt like they were going to enter Yennefer's stomach from behind at any moment as their scrotums began to spasm with delight. As Yennefer clenched around their length, they took her thighs in their grasps and mashed her down tight to the base of their big cocks. As the witchers did, the head of their cocks scraped along her inner walls as they traveled to her absolute depths, streaming their seed out all the while as they made sure that Yennefer would be carrying their semen in her entrails and womb for the days to come.

The almost-boiling release roiled up her backside, making Yennefer moan like the sex slave she was portraying for the even and bringing her to her fifth climax of the evening. The moans and shuddering of her body, quivering around the two holdouts in her mouth and cunt, drove the witchers wild as they gave a few more frenetic, bestial thrusts into her to savor what little time they had left to enjoy their fucktoy. They released in almost perfect unison, flooding her top and bottom with their cum that flowed readily into her waiting holes.
People around applauded and clapped their hands, never seeing a devotion of men trying to please their lady in such incredibly hot way. As much as the audience seemed to take delight out of the scenery, Yennefer was quite grappling with the aftermath of her climax and feelings.

Good and bad ones.

Still lying on Eskel's chest, an unexpected flow of tiredness overwhelmed her while Yennefer watched how Lambert got up, squeezed out the remaining cum of his cock onto her back and slapped across the backside of her spoiled bubble butt what made her cheeks wobble like ofiri pudding. A very tasty, perfect pudding.

"Hey what's that?" The surprised witcher asked after fishing his dick back into his trousers, pointing to something floating in the big puddle of cum beneath Yennefer's leaking holes. It had the size of an egg, its crystalline structure was irregularly blinking before it stopped glowing at all. It seemed to be broken.

Gazing down, Yennefer was still in a sensual frenzy and didn't understand first what Lambert was talking about. As her lilac eyes spotted the sextoy though, her eyebrows arched in shock and surprise. The love egg, which supposed to domesticate her to become the perfect slave by rewarding slutty behavior and keeping her sexual drive at the maximum, was somehow slipped out of her vagina and now out of use, coating in seed and pussy juice.

A sudden dash of panic emerged.

"Yen, is everything alright?" She could hear Eskel's concerned but hollow voice asking before she hopped into the air like stung by a wasp, and an unstoppable wave of awkwardness and disbelief mixed with anxiety and agitation hit her mind with full force, leaving her behind, confused and disoriented. Why? No frigging idea.

"I-I don't know..."

Yennefer really didn't know, trying to find random eye-contact with people around to make sense of the feelings punching her, but every one of the peers was already returned to his own pleasure. It was like she had become non-existent, or at least felt that way as her hands ran over her aching body, searching for the reasons of her confused feelings. Although her lingerie, stilettos and other things were in good order, including the crystal bug jammed inside her push-up bra, something important was clearly missing.

But what?!

"Hey it looks like the lock of your collar got open too," Lambert stated, picked the dimeritium necklace up off the wooden floor and handed it over to the raven-haired sorceress, having not the slightest clue of how much this circumstance was going to stir her up.

"This... this is not possible... possible... dammit!"

"Everything okay? Here take a sip from this-"

"Lambert?!" Yennefer rushed upon the witcher, eyes panicking and heart throbbing. "When you... we... when... you know..."

Both witchers bandied looks, having the impression she was acting like a madwoman.

"I shagged your ass, Yen?" Lambert smirked.

"No! I mean yes! Stop grinning, both of you! Or you'll regret everything, I swear!"

"Oh, not this again..." Eskel rolled his eyes.

Yennefer ignored the comment. "When you... were behind me, was there someone close or who stood right next to you? Perhaps touched the collar once. Even just for a second. Try to remember, it's important!"

"No, there was no one, the whole time. Would know that. Why? What's going on here?"

Lambert was telling the truth and Yennefer knew because she read his mind. Her magic was back and with it the guilty conscience and the shame about what happened to her and even more what she had done by herself since the first encounter with Netek and from the moment he had collared her.

Now, her memories were boiling up inside her head as her breathing became more frantic by the facts blazing up before her eyes. Due to inexplicable reasons, Yennefer was bearing the brunt of her suppressed emotions which didn't make sense at all. Only just, she was totally clear on her feelings and motives, why she had acted and dealt with things the way she did. And now like a pubescent teenage girl, Yennefer was getting cold feet and thinking woolly thoughts.

The impact felt real, physical. An avalanche she could neither evade nor escape...

"I freely pretended to be a prostitute, had sex with an entire crew, two redanian soldiers... and, and even animals..." Yennefer wished the ground would open and swallow her up. "Also acted like greatest slut and whore on the continent, and too willingly agreed to get dominated and enslaved by a zerrikanian slavemaster..." The wave of shameful feelings reached its peak as she realized her latest actions. "By the Goddess... Lambert, Eskel..."

Hands shaky, she braced herself against the wooden wall. True, her conscience was pricking her during the whole time already, but Yennefer felt now as if she woke up from the most depraved dream of her entire life and was forced to realize that her naughtiness was going to lead her to real consequences. Then, as if the first shock seemed to abate, another flashback of guilty pleasure hit her senses.

"Menge..."

"Menge?" Both witchers tossed in together, exchanged confused looks. "Like Caleb Menge?"

Eyes spinning around, Yennefer instantly swept the brimful room for her nemesis, to no avail. The commander seemed to be gone, probably looking for her in other parts of the buildings. At least one positive thing about this situation.

"What kind of trouble are you in Yen? What's going on, dammit?!" Lambert groaned, trying to grab and look into her lilac eyes but Yennefer backed off, emotionally too unstable to let anyone touch her at the moment. Both witchers were at a loss with the raven-haired sorceress' behavior who seemed to go to have a nervous breakdown soon.

"The collar... dimeritium... Netek was an asshole but not a liar... no, this doesn't make sense," the raven-haired sorceress mumbled away to herself, eyes spinning. "The love egg... magic slave contract... I'm missing something here but what?... Unless... No, this can't be... Irene... Irene's experiments... But... No... Unless... Shit!"

[Clap] [Clap] [Clap]

Three heavy claps resounded through the lewd room as someone stepped forward from the crowd, bald and wearing ordinary clothes in yellow and blue collars. As Yennefer looked around, everyone in the room was standing still and not moving anymore, including Lambert and Eskel whose faces remained contorted the same confused way like a second ago. Time stopped running and a dead silent spread over the place when the stranger slowly walked toward her, expression cold but determined. A whiff of danger and mystery was surrounding him. And evil.

"Finally, you get it. Thought you would never figure it out," he said, cold and calculating.

"What the devil-?" Yennefer countered in surprise, voice shaking slightly because of the creepy sight before her eyes. This was powerful magic of the dark sort. "What-- who are you?"

"I am a mangy vagrant. Gaunter O'Dimm, at your service, milady Yennefer of Vengerberg."
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