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Gift of the Elder Blood	By : Redfields Category: +S through Z > Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Views: 33074 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Philippa Eilhart rushed up the path. She hated rushing. It felt so … powerless. Everyone knew being late was a power move. Rushing denoted the desire not to be late, thus the lack of power.

Of course, a few weeks ago, she might not be rushing. She might not even have been at this appointment. Or she may have forced the other person to come to her.

But that had all changed at a meeting of the Lodge of Sorceresses. Ciri had been there, or rather, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Queen of Cintra, Pincess of Brugge, Duchess of Sodden, Heiress to Inis Ard Skellig and Inis An Skellig, and Suzerain of Attre and Abb Yarra, Empress of the whole bloody world, it seemed.

Of course, Empress of Nilfgaard and Head of the Lodge of Sorceresses were about on equal footing. Or should be, Philippa thought. And with a bit of manoeuvring, she would’ve had the upper hand.

But she’d over-played her hand, using sympathy for her blindness one too many times. Ciri had abruptly stood up, crossed the room before anyone could blink, and put her hand on Philippa’s head. The palm Philippa’s forehead radiated warmth, and there was a bright flash of light, and then intense burning in her eye sockets. She tore off blindfold, and was nearly blinded by the sight of the world around her.

It was instantly clear what Ciri had done – restored her eyes. Either magically creating her own or finishing what Philippa had started with the gemstones, but Ciri had done it. And so casually, too. She simply sat back down afterwards, as if such an awesome display of power was a normal thing. It secretly infuriated Philippa that Ciri was actually modest about it, instead of the fake modesty that so many others of the Lodge would have put on.

That little display had swung opinion and power towards Ciri, both in that meeting and now, and was the reason why Philippa was rushing up the path to the Imperial Palace for the summons she’d received from Ciri.

Philippa would have to act quickly to gain her influence back. With the experience Ciri would get playing politics as Empress and thus, referee for all the various factions, it wouldn’t be too long before she’d be able to see through most of the ploys Philippa would undertake. Especially not with Yennefer and Triss whispering advice in her ear.

She presented herself at the gate, waiting for the large doors to open. A servant, dressed in finery, waited for her just inside. Blast. It seemed that no matter how early she tried to be, Ciri still let her know it was wasted effort. Of course, that servant had probably been stationed there since the morning. It’s what Philippa would’ve done.

The servant led her through a maze of corridors. If it was to throw Philippa off, Ciri was mistaken. Philippa knew this palace like the back of her hand, though she’d rarely been there. It lightened her mood to know that Ciri was not as all-knowing and powerful as she pretended to be. She was fallible, and Philippa would strike when the time was right.

She was led into the Empress’s office. Ciri was sitting behind the desk, waiting for her. Triss and Yen were standing on either side of her. Of course they’d be here. She sighed internally. She’d have to be on guard, to out-think the three of them. Perhaps it’d be best not to make a move this meeting, just play it out.

Ciri was straight to the point. “If you want my support, you’re going to have to work for it.”

“Well, I wouldn’t expect anything without giving in return.” Philippa responded.

“Work for it as if we were men,” Ciri emphasized.

What could she … oh. Philippa kept the surprise off her face. Most of the lodge was used to sleeping with each other for a favor at some point, she just hadn’t realized Ciri had been so quick to join in. Was this a new thing on Ciri’s part, or had Philippa just not known about it? Blast, she’d have to find out. But later, of course; right now, she had an empress to please.

A simple spell removed her clothes, but Ciri just chuckled and stood up. “Not here.” The most powerful woman in the world led the trio through more corridors, eventually reaching a large bedroom with an ornate bed, a few rather comfortable sofas, and several bookshelves.

Kiera Metz was seated on a sofa, also naked, reading a book. She made to put it back when the women came in, but Ciri waved her off. “You can borrow that one, Keira.”

“Thanks.” The blonde responded. She raised her eyebrows at the others, who were all naked as well. All save Ciri. “So, uh … how will this work?”

“You two must convince Triss and Yen.” Ciri explained. At that, the redhead and brunette sat beside each other on the sofa, spreading their legs. Triss slipped her leg over Yen’s, giving the other sorceresses easy access. They knelt in front of the couch and got to work; Keira on Triss’s red-ringed slit, and Philippa licking out Yen’s shaved snatch. “And whatever you do, don’t look back.” Ciri instructed.

Once they were fully engaged again, Ciri cast her own spell to remove her clothes, finally letting loose her rock-hard cock. It’d been straining at her pants for quite a while, the thought of sliding it into Philippa’s ass giving Ciri an erection she’d had to hide most of the day. Normally, she’d have taken one of the serving girls for a ride (and they were most willing), but she’d wanted to save it for the two witches before her.

She grabbed a vial of special oil, then uncorked it and dripped it on the backsides of Philippa and Keira. Keira flinched, but kept up her ministrations on Triss. Philippa never missed a beat, burying her tongue deeper into Yen’s delicious pussy.

Ciri took a handful of oil and rubbed her own cock with it, coating it completely. Then she lined up carefully behind Philippa, briefly resting her cockhead against that beautiful brown pucker, and plunged in.

Philippa grunted in surprise. She wasn’t a stranger to anal sex, of course (it was astounding what a woman could make a man do with such a promise), but the fleshy intrusion didn’t seem like fingers to her. Almost like a penis. But that was impossible. She resisted the urge to look over her shoulder, both because of what Ciri had said, and what Yen might do if she stopped licking the tasty snatch in front of her, however briefly. But her curiosity gnawed at her.

While Ciri had her prick plundering Philippa’s bowels, her hands weren’t idle, slipping two fingers into Keira’s unfilled rear end. Again, the blonde flinched, probably not as experienced at this as Philippa. Time to give her more, then.

Ciri pulled out of the brunette and shifted over, plunging into the blonde’s sultry ass. Keira moaned. Hmmm, maybe she wasn’t as inexperienced as Ciri had thought. She used her fingers on Philippa’s now empty back door.

The anal action was not lost on the two witches on the sofa. “Mmmmm, don’t be afraid to work my ass, Keira.” Triss instructed, sighing in contentment as the blonde started fingering her back door.

Yen got into the action as well, extricating her leg from under Triss’s and raising both of hers high above her head. It pushed her rear to the front of the couch and gave Philippa oral access to her ass. The brunette was new to eating ass, but dove in regardless, wary of what would befall her if she didn’t.

Ciri switched back to Philippa, replacing her fingers with a hard thrust of her cock, rocking her forwards into Yen’s luscious ass. Philippa’s ass was no stranger to cock, and she definitely knew how to work a cock, even if she didn’t quite believe that’s what Ciri was ploughing her with. Maybe it was a well-done fake? Curiosity gnawed at her, even as she milked it with her rear.

Ciri pulled out of her, then slammed into Keira, eliciting grunts of appreciation. The blonde worked her cock as well as the brunette had. Yeah, she definitely had a lot of anal experience. Ciri plunged in a few more times before switching back to Philippa.

Philippa, unable to contain her curiosity any longer, stopped licking Yen’s ass to look back over her shoulder. Ciri pulled out, showing the brunette her cock, but also disappointed in her for not following instructions.

“Tsk tsk tsk, what shall we do with you?” The empress asked. “A punishment, definitely. Maybe some spanking? I heard you have experience with that.” She added slyly. Philippa didn’t react, but memories of Cynthia flooded her mind.

Ciri went back to work on Keira, whose head had been locked in place by Triss’s legs during the exchange, making sure she couldn’t look back. Not that she wanted to; Triss’s pussy was lovely to lick.

Ciri began to smack Philippa’s backside, even as the witch resumed her oral ministrations on Yen’s derriere. Ciri wasn’t particularly good at this, partly because she’d never done spanking before, but mostly because she was pumping hard into Keira’s sweet ass, an ass that was harder and harder to pull out of each time she thrust in.

Her spanks got more erratic as she concentrated more on pumping Keira hard and fast. Soon she forgot all about it, bring both hands to Keira’s hips to give her more leverage. She slammed into the blonde, her orgasm rapidly approaching.

It was a sentiment shared by most of the other women in the room as well. Philippa’s expert tongue was bringing Yen along quickly (aided by her own furious clit-rubbing) and Keira was working Triss like a seasoned whore. Keira herself was close to cumming, Ciri’s cock plundering her bowels giving her far more pleasure than she’d expected. She tried her best to concentrate on Triss, but it was a race. Who would come first?

Yen did, fountaining girl-cum all over Philippa’s head, even as she held the brunette’s head in place. Philippa kept her tongue buried in Yen’s twitching butthole and rode out the woman’s orgasm.

Triss came at almost the same time, squirting her own cum down Keira’s throat, who greedily lapped up the delicious fluid. It got a bit harder when her own orgasm crashed into her, and she just stuck out her tongue and let Triss grind on her face. Waves of pleasure coursed through her, increasing when Ciri thrust into her one last time, powerfully, and dumped a load up cum in her ass. Her belly nearly swelled from the amounts she was getting at both ends, sending her into joyous ecstasy so intense she nearly passed out.

Ciri’s orgasm tensed all her muscles, and her body was rigid, shaking, while pleasure overwhelmed her. Keira’s clenching ass milked Ciri’s cock dry, and rope after rope of sperm spouting off deep inside the blonde’s intestines, filling her to the brim.

Moments seemed like hours, until finally the women were drained of fluids and energy. Ciri slowly pulled out and collapsed, lying on the floor. Kiera simply fell over where she’d been on hands and knees, still quivering in pleasure. Yen and Triss lay sprawled on the sofa, panting as they recovered. The only one with energy was Philippa.

She was secretly delighted. Now she knew the Empress’s secret. The woman had a cock! As she internally celebrated the triumph, it slowly dawned on her precisely what that meant. Who would she tell? Obviously, only the few people it mattered to. Would they believe her? Hmm, perhaps, perhaps not. She’d have to dwell on that. But then it finally hit her. Even if she could gather a cabal of people who thought the empress shouldn’t have a cock, who would dare ask her to lift her skirts and prove it?

The loss seeped into her mind, and she realized how she’d been played. Ciri hadn’t cared if she found out, because the knowledge was useless. The only thing that’d happened was Philippa had proven she couldn’t follow imperial directions. Blast! Well, a second round to the empress then. Philippa would have to up her game if was to take the next ones. With a sigh, she cast the spell that returned her clothes to her, and left the ladies to their post-orgasmic recovery.
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