The Ravaging of a Dh'oine | By : DarkLaraJade Category: +S through Z > Witcher 2, The: Assassins of Kings Views: 11490 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Witcher and Witcher 2. I do own Setsuna the main character as she is my creation. I do this for entertainment and not profit. |
Disclamier: Iorveth, the Scoia'tael, and Cedric are not mine but the female character is mine. This is done purely for entertainment purposes and not for profit. The title is self explanatory; don't know why so many people hate Iorveth. He fights for a cause although a little hateful and he makes me cream my panties, he's so hot. This story has a lot of explicit sexual content including gang bangs and a woman being used in helpless sexual situations. If that's not your thing, turn back. I also used some Elven language in here, so if don't play Witcher or Witcher 2 you might not know the lingo and be a little lost but you can always goggle it. The story still flows well regardless. It is based loosely upon the storyline Witcher 2: Assassin of Kings, Iorveth's path. ****Elven language/Elder language/Elven tongue- Anything written in bold and italics is Elven language being spoken as a conversation. The main character Setsuna does not speak this and has no comprehension. The Ravaging of a Dh'oine By: DarkLaraJade Chapter 7 The brothel was beneath the Flotsam inn; common knowledge in Flotsam. However Setsuna had never seen the real thing. She followed Madame Margot into the inn and immediately felt a foreboding feeling. Despite the brightness of the day, the top floor of the inn was dark inside. The windows were caked with dirt and seemed like they hadn't had a proper washing in years; thus adding to the filth, gloom and lack of sunshine in the inn. In wooden chairs sat patrons at old wooden tables. They sipped out of large cups and steins of ale, mead and any other liquor they could consume. A host of prostitutes with heavy rouge and lipstick stood in a corner waiting for prospective customers. Their strapless corsets were cinched tightly, minimizing their waists and enhancing their cleavage. Colorful fabrics were sewn into small skirts that barely covered the prostitutes' buttoms. Setsuna stopped Madame Margot as soon as they entered by placing her hand on her shoulder lightly and whispered frantically, "Madame Margot, those women in the corner are showing their legs!" The Madame turned to Setsuna and blinked for a moment, first looking at Setsuna's wrist and then at her face. Then Margot's expression changed to one she couldn't place, "Well of course dear. They have to show off their goods otherwise the customers won't buy." The Madame spoke as if it was common knowledge. Perhaps it was and she was the only one who was clueless. The Madame then reached out and grabbed her left wrist and turned it gently, "This is the only unusual thing here." Her green eyes inspected Setsuna's wrist and the intricate Elven tattoo around it. It was colored with black vines and leaves and above them were strangely artistic yet illegible writing. The beautiful writing had dots for punctuation just above the carefully placed waves of foreign cursive. Setsuna watched Madame Margot's face contorted in wonder as she looked over her wrist, "I've been meaning to ask you Setsuna. What is this?" Setsuna smiled, "The Elven elder did the tattoo. Like human's have an engagement ring, Elves get tattoos. Mine is on my left wrist and Cedric's is on his right. That why when we hold hands on our wedding day, our tattoos with intertwine now and forever. Most can't see him because of his gauntlet." "What does it say?" "It talks about our love and being meant to be. I can't tell you exactly because I can't read Elven tongue." Madame Margot released her wrist and for a brief second she thought she saw the Madame fretting. The woman with thick curly blonde hair looked at her regretfully before saying, "Well its lovely dear. It's rare to find a man who loves a woman so much. Especially these days." Setsuna became concerned for a moment, "Margot are you okay? You seem….worried." Margot looked surprised and quickly changed back to her fake smile, angry that she had let her emotions get the best of her but she hid it well. "Hahaha. Oh no dear. You're so sweet. Just think you're a lucky girl is all." Setsuna smiled back lightly; she could feel Margot was lying but she didn't know why or what to say at the same time. Suddenly a cute bard wearing colorful red and gold attire with green pantaloons wandered up to Setsuna. He was staring at her but speaking to Margot. The man was obviously a traveler; Setsuna hadn't seen him before. "Margot! Who is this lovely woman you have with you?! A new girl I'm hoping!" The bard then began to strum his lute and sing her a bawdy tune about getting under her skirts and between her legs, making Setsuna wring her hands and blush horribly. The Madame seemed annoyed, "Oh for goodness sakes Dandelion, every woman who walks in here with me isn't a whore. She's not one of my girls. Now come along Setsuna. I'll be downstairs; you can find your own way. You're no baby even if you are young." Setsuna tried to follow Margot but the bearded bard quickly ran to cut off her path and continued to sing to her. He eyed her lustfully as he continued his dirty song and he swayed with his words. "Enough Dandelion.", a handsome man with white hair yelled as he came beside Dandelion. Setsuna gasped; a Witcher. She only heard stories about them but they were real! His white hair was pulled into a half ponytail, allowing some of his hair to still flow freely around his shoulders. His deep scars adorned his handsome face and his glowing amber eyes portrayed his Witcher's trademark. The man wore rough black armor made of some kind of animal hide he had undoubtedly killed on his quest. The bard she now knew was Dandelion stopped sing instantly as the Witcher put his hand on his shoulder. "Awww calm down Geralt. I was just having some fun. I was hoping I could sway her." The Witcher never took his eyes off of Setsuna and she shivered as his amber eyes roamed over her body. They landed on her cleavage and then her wrist. The Witcher Geralt motioned to her wrist, "This one is spoken for. Betrothed or married already depending on the inscription on her wrist." Sestuna was shocked, "You know that?" The Witcher cocked his head to side, "I know more about things non-human than human young one. I'm Geralt of Riveria and this mouthy bard is my traveling companion Dandelion. And you are?" The blonde beauty said shyly, "Setsuna." His eyes rested on her cleavage and then on her face again, "Sestuna. That's a pretty name for a beautiful girl. Unusual but pretty. I've also partaken in many whores and I know you're not one of them. I can tell just by looking at you. So tell me Setsuna. What are you doing here?" "I'm cooking for a party tonight. Why?" Geralt raised a white eyebrow in skepticism, "I know of no party and I'm in Loredo's good graces for now. I would know if there was one." "It's out of town." The Witcher blinked for a second and said, "There isn't anything around here for miles. This is a port Setsuna. What you've said makes no sense at all." Setsuna swallowed and said, "The Madame asked me. She's a very nice woman and I trust her." The Witcher Geralt walked up to her and grabbed her shoulders with his strong gloved hands and looked at her cleavage again. Her golden blonde hair was braided down her back and long lashes adorned her almond shaped eyes. Her tan skin contrasted her beautiful blue eyes and heart shaped pouty lips pursed on in a sweet inviting way. She easily had the largest breasts he'd ever seen on a girl so petite. Geralt wanted the girl desperately. Had she been a whore he would have paid any sum to be with her. But right now he was worried about the ludicrous story she had just told him. Women could never be too careful and there was no possible way the Madame was telling her the truth. Then he looked to her face and peered into her crystal blue eyes and said, "Listen Setusna, I know you're the kind of girl men like. Beautiful, buxom, clean, young and sweet; those are qualities men like and Madame's look for. I also know a Madame doesn't ask you to cook for out of town parties in the middle of nowhere. There are only two people you should trust with your life Setsuna. Yourself and one person dear to you that you know loves you. You should never trust a woman who sells women's virtue and bodies like a butcher sells meat in a window. Your business is your own and I only help those who ask for it. But I ask you to think twice about where she's taking you. You might not come back." The words startled Setsuna, "You don't know what you're talking about!" "I know the world Setsuna. I know people. That's enough.", The Witcher said simply. Setsuna broke away from his grasp and stared up at him fearfully. "Setsuna. Where are you?!", Madame Margot's voice yelled. Setsuna looked behind the Witcher to see Madame Margot standing in the doorway of a basement stairwell. Setsuna ran to her and grasped her arm protectively. She tried to tell her what the Witcher said but the Madame hushed her, "Quiet down Setsuna! I've been waiting for you. Now come on you have to get ready, we don't have much time." "But-But-" "No buts! Come on!", Margot yelled, grabbing her wrist and pulling her down the stairs. As the Madame pulled Setsuna down stairs, Setsuna's expression changed from distressed to bewildered to sickened. The house of ill repute was exactly that. The dark wooden inn was thick with prostitutes and their "clients" in the basement. Women were standing outside their bedrooms with their breasts bare and only bloomers or skirts covering their bottom halves. Sounds of moans and depravity rose from occupied rooms around her. Setsuna stood at the foot of the steps timidly and the Madame disappeared down the hall to her office. She instructed Setsuna to one of bedrooms to an Elven prostitute named Derae. Derae was to dress her presentably before she went the kitchen. The innocent girl looked down at herself. Although her breasts were large, they were fully covered and the waist cincher around her waist was normal fashion. Her dark brown skirt of wool reached her dainty ankles and she was anything but un-presentable. Especially when compared to these dirty women who ploughed any kind of man available for money and showed their legs. Furthermore, Cedric told her about Derae and she didn't feel comfortable talking to the woman. Setsuna wouldn't have it and she ran to Madame Margot's office. But when she opened the door she was taken aback. The Madame's office had no windows of any kind and was only lit by candles and lanterns. There was a bookshelf full of books the woman had placed clearly for decoration and not use. A dark brown desk made of oak and a wooden chair made of the same rough material sat at the desk. The wood was not polished or smoothed like that of person of worth; it served to prove that she was still far from the richer classes although she was well off. But that wasn't what shocked Setsuna! The light of candles danced on hundreds and hundreds of gold coin pieces in the light. Seven small sack of gold lay strewn across Madame Margot's desk and even spilled from the confines of the brown burlap sacks. The coin covered her desk to the point where the rough wood couldn't be seen. Madame Margot turned around with a thick gold piece in her hand; she had been counting it and biting them to prove to herself the gold was genuine. Setsuna had never seen so much money in all her life. Such a fortune could feed herself and Cedric for at least two years straight. Madame Margot rushed over to her and tried to push her out the door, "Oh no dear. That wasn't for you to see. I must remember to lock this door more often." Setsuna stumbled out the door as Madame Margot pushed her and when she was outside, Setsuna watched the appearance of the gold slowly fade as the door was closed behind Margot. "Where did all that gold come from?", Setsuna asked in astonishment. Madame Margot seemed hesitate, "Well…its for the party." The party? What kind of party was that to warrant so much gold for one night? Setsuna decided to voice her concern, "That much gold?! For one night. I realize there are prostitutes involved but what kind of party is this? And the Witcher. The Witcher said I might not come back." Margot turned beet red with anger, "Now you don't listen to one thing a Witcher has to say! There's a reason why no one trusts them. And the party is for men with the means to afford the girls." "Like Loredo?' The Madame got quiet, "…no not like Loredo. But they can afford them." Then suddenly Madame Margot yelled at the top of her lungs for Derae. Deare was not preoccupied since she was one of the girls to be taken that night. The beautiful elf girl ran her eyes over Setsuna and then looked to the Madame. "Is she the one?", Deare said curiously. Margot nodded, "She is. Take her to your room and get her cinched up in a nice bodice as best you can." Setsuna was confused and her blonde waves swayed back and forth as she shook her head in confusion, "Why?" Deare smiled at her sweetly and grabbed her arm lightly, "Because if you're coming with us you need to look presentable. We won't be seen with a girl who isn't properly dressed."
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