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The Witcher: Let Darkness Take You	By : caramelcaptain Category: +S through Z > Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Views: 27511 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-The Curse
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Yennefer of Vengeberg was attracted to danger. It was not something that she cared to admit freely but it had become quite clear to her over the years that she had something of a weakness for dangerous men. As a woman who could rain fire from the sky with but a thought, the allure of ordinary men was considerably lesser. Perhaps it was why now, even without the influence of that fateful wish, she felt herself invariably drawn to Geralt. For what man was more dangerous than a Witcher? Perhaps it was not the healthiest inclination. Geralt had always been a magnet for trouble and anyone around him had suffered the consequences. Few could manage to cope with such stress. Fortunately for both of them, Yennefer was one of those few.

Yen burst into the room and went straight to where Geralt lay,, Dandelion just a few paces behind. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw Geralt laying unmoving on the mattress. His eyes were closed and clothed only in his trousers, the bare skin of his torso revealed the burn marks of powerful sorcery added to the tapestry of scars already adorning his skin. His breaths were almost imperceptible and his skin was somehow even paler than usual. Kneeling by his bedside, Yen’s hands found his and squeezed gently as Dandelion fidgeted nervously to the side.

“He came in rambling like a mad man before he passed out,” muttered the bard. “I had heard tale of him hunting for the final crone, Weavess. Perhaps this is her doing?”

Yen shook her head and sighed as she knelt beside the Witcher. It was just like Geralt to go after a monstrosity like Weavess alone. She reached out, scanning her palm over Geralt’s forehead. Immediately, she recoiled, hit by a wave of revulsion. There was most certainly some powerful, dark magic at work. She grimaced. It was going to be a long night.

“Dandelion,, you need to get out of here,.”

The bard crossed his arms indignantly. “I am insulted, Yennefer. I will have you know that I can handle-“

“Dandelion, I won't say it again. I don’t know what’s going to happen once I start to break this enchantment and I don’t need you distracting me with your incessant prattling.”

Dandelion was silent for a moment before releasing a sigh. Yen was not sure whether it was one of exasperation or relief.

“Very well, Yennefer. Good luck.”

She waited until she heard the door shut behind her before she began. After taking a deep breath, she gathered her power and began to pour it into Geralt. She was unsure of what manner of enchantment vexed him but Yen had never been in shortage of raw power. She hoped it would be enough.

It had almost been a whole hour before Geralt sat bolt upright, gasping for breath. His eyes flitted wildly across the room, wild like an untamed beast’s. Yen’s soft fingers found his burning skin, stroking his arm gently.
“Geralt?” she murmured, concern written across her features. He looked at her, still tense, as if he was in pain. Yen frowned. Perhaps the spell was still active?

“Are you alr-“

Geralt’s lips and tongue forced the words back down her throat as his rough hand tangled in her raven hair, pulling her to him. Her eyes widened and instinctively, she pushed against him, trying to pull away but he held fast. His tongue, deft as ever, caressed her own and as his other hand began to run up her thigh, Yen just sighed and returned the kiss. Even when in mortal peril, the Witcher was a romantic.

But it soon became clear that Geralt had more than romance on his mind. The kiss grew deeper, more ferocious and before Yen knew it, Geralt had wrestled her down to the mattress, his mouth now ravaging her throat as his hands scrambled to unlace her bodice.

“Geralt – wait …” Yen breathed, her voice just a moment away from a moan. His reply came as a strained growl.

“Yen, I need you.”

It was is if a candle had been lit in her mind as she realized what curse had been plaguing him.. Geralt was suffering from a lust curse. She would have been lying to herself if the idea hadn’t stirred just a small spark of excitement within her. As his hands clawed at her, finally resorting to simply ripping away her leather bodice to reveal her brazier, it was apparent that it was a powerful one. Despite the situation, Yen couldn’t help but smile slightly. He had been gone for a while and she hated to admit it, but she had been lonely. Perhaps this could be a blessing in disguise. There was only one cure for a lust curse.

With a deft roll of her hips, the Witcher found himself tumbling end over end and suddenly, he was on his back in the middle of the mattress with a raven haired sorceress straddling his waist. There was a mischeivious smirk on her face as she stared down at him. With a wave of her hand, the pair became engulfed in orange light. When the light disappeared, so had their clothes. A trick Yen knew was one of Geralt's favourites.

Yen almost laughed as she saw Geralt’s eyes roaming her body, his expression awestruck as ever. She had always enjoyed the way that he looked at her, as if she was some sort of goddess.

“Don’t worry, Geralt,” she said, her voice husky with barely contained lust. “I’ll take care of you.”

She shuddered slightly as his hand darted between her legs and his fingers glided over her sex. Se realised she was already glisteningly wet.

Yen let out a soft mewl that she knew Geralt loved loved as his digits caressed her lips, but her own fingers found his, pulling them away.

“Not so fast, WItcher,” she purred.

With liquid, feline grace, she slid down his prone body, fingers running down his sides as she went.

Geralt moaned out loud as he found his already iron hard dick suddenly enveloped in an exquisitely soft pair of breasts. He looked down, revelling in the sight of his pulsing head poking up from the top of Yen’s cleavage. Her heaving bosom pumped up and down around his member as Yen grinned at him. Slowly, her breasts caressed his burning flesh and he could only lay back and moan.

Yen chuckled and slid down slightly so that his dick popped free form her bosm. She bowed her head, lips and tongue dancing around the head of his cock. Yen purred like a cat and wrapped her tongue round his shaft as she bobbed down and strained to fit him in her mouth. With his size, it had always been a struggle. Surprisingly, Geralt’s hand snapped to the back of her head and pulled her down further. Yen gurgled as the head of his cock popped past her teeth and filled her mouth, but she did not struggle, and soon her lips were sealed tightly around his shaft and her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck in earnest.

Geralt’s hands bunched into the mattress and he groaned long and loud, hips bucking slightly. Yen increased her efforts, slurping noisily, sending rivulets of saliva running down his shaft. She had closed her eyes and began to bob her head lightly up and down, and soon her hands were speeding up as well, rolling and stroking his balls between her palms. Yen knew that in this situation, he was little more than her puppet on a string. But now it was her turn to dance.

She pulled up, releasing his rod and moved up so that she straddled his waist once more. Her glistening lips glided over his dick as she positioned him at her entrance. Geralt breathed out a sigh, pleasure radiating through him as she lowered herself down, taking in his throbbing rod with a lewd squelch.

“God...” he moaned.

She let out a soft groan as well, remaining still for a moment as he filled her. And then it begun. She began to shift her body back and forth, gasping loudly with each movement, as her fingers danced across Geralt’s bare torso, caressing his sweat slicked musculature. He could see where his thick rod disappeared between her dripping lips. As if that sight wasn’t lovely enough, each time she bounched, she raised her hips several inches, revealing his cock gleaming with her juices only to slide it back inside. The muscles in her stomach and legs rippled as she bounced on top of him enthusiastically, impaling herself deep every time. Those tantalising mewls that left her lips were driving him crazy. He wanted more. He needed more.

Yen gasped as his hands suddenly latched onto her hips and pulled her down as he thrust upwards in the same movement. Geralt had been blessed with a member that should have been classified as a weapon in of itself and he had always been a gentle lover. But this was something else. Eyes wide, she wheezed as she drew a long, shaky breath. She felt a tremendous heat building in her body and she closed her eyes, trying to keep her breathing in control.

She drew another slow, wheezing breath as Geralt lifted her up, just far enough that he could feel her slick flesh sliding around his cock, then pulled her down again, pressing her hard against his hips. She whimpered, hands twitching as her arms scrambled for purchase on Geralt’s biceps. He tightened his grip, and instead of his previous short, calm movements, raised her up about a hand's breadth, held her there for a moment, then pulled her down hard, shaking the bed as her ass smacked against his upper thighs. Yen screamed, her raven hair whipping backwards. He raised her again, and pulled her down. Faster.

It felt like he had split her in half and the bolt of searing pleasure that burned through her was almost painful. Her spine arched as she stared up at the ceiling, panting heavily. And it wasn’t over yet. Geralt repeated the motion with gusto, slamming up into her again and again. Yen squealed at the debilitating pleasure. She was yelling out in time with each thrusts, her nails digging into his skin as she fought to maintain control.

She was in half a mind to tell her to slow down – or speed up, she did not know which yet, had she not been busy gasping for air between impacts. She was making a lot of noise now - brief, high-pitched sounds, abruptly ended every time he pulled her down, fully sheathing his cock inside her. Her nails dug into his arms, holding on for dear life. This was not what she had expected.

Somehow he managed to speed up and Yen shook, her nails raking furrows across his arms and wrists, almost losing her grip, but his own grip was secure. She screamed. Tried to scream. But even when she opened her mouth, she couldn't make a sound. Geralt growled and dragged the sorceress close to him as he sat up. In the same motion, he thrust upwards into her with all of his strength.

“So...so deep...it’s so deep...AHHH,” she gasped, barely enough breath in her lungs to vocalize her awe.

One particularly hard thrust shook her and she finally did find her breath. With a shriek, she finally did lose her grip and her arms flailed limply as he shook her. She fell forwards, breasts pressing against his chest as his hands claimed her ass, digits digging deep into the sweat soaked flesh to pull her ever deeper into his thrusts. That was the final straw.

“I...I’M CUMMING!”

Yen screamed, a blood-curdling, banshee scream, as if that heat had built to a towering inferno at her very core. Her whole body shook viciously in his grip, from her fingers to her toes and everywhere between and the muscles of her pussy constricted and vibrated around Geralt’s rod.

It was only when the pleasure began to fade that he realized that he was still hard. It was only a few seconds before he was already beginning to rock her back and forth. Groaning, she leaned down with her hands on his chest, weakly holding herself up on trembling arms.

"You - still-" She groaned and shuddered, clamping down hard on his cock before going limp. "Still." Her voice was raw and weak, cracking. Geralt said nothing, only snarling in response as if he had reverted to some primal state.

The slow, gentle rocking became both less slow and less gentle. Yen yelped, almost collapsing on his chest. She was beginning to realize what she had gotten herself into.

"No," she whimpered unsteadily. "No. No, no. Not - not more. Can't-"

The words were lost in another yelp as he began to thrust back up against her, and now she did collapse, her forehead thumping against his sternum.

“Fuck...hahhh...guahh...I...I can’t hold on,” she groaned, head twisting back and forth on his chest.

With animalistic strength, Geralt twisted her on her back and gripped her thighs. He began slamming into her at breakneck speed. Her legs flopped around like limp noodles, her eyes still wide with disbelief even as the pleasure began again to reach critical mass once more. In and out, in and out, Geralt drove his raging member into her velvety depths, pummelling her again and again. He slammed her remorselessly, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Her legs tried to wrap around his waist but with each thrust whatever grip she found was obliterated, leaving her legs to flop limply with his thrusts. She shrieked, clawing at his shoulders, eyes wide as she came for the second time.

Waves of orgasmic pleasure crashed over Yen and her ass arched up completely off the mattress as her back curved into a C shape, leaving only her shoulders on the bed. She tried to restrain herself from making too much noise, but it was simply impossible as the wails and rending cries were torn from her mouth with each debilitating thrust.

Then without warning, Geralt scooped her up in his arms and instinctively her quivering legs wrapped around him. He stood and walked across the room, carrying her still orgasming body with him. By the time she finally came down, she realized she was being pressed up hard against the wall, suspended only by the crushing weight of Geralt’s body upon her trembling, sweat drenched form. She began to desperately gulp down as much air as she could, trying to regain her bearings. But Geralt would not give her the chance.

He stayed still, embedded inside her only for a moment before moving. And when he started moving, she could only hold on for dear life. As soon as he began to thrust, his hips snapped against her at a rapid, jackhammer pace, hard, harsh and unforgiving, thrashing her about like a ragdoll.

Yen’s head tilted back and she could only moan as he penetrated her quivering tunnel from a new angle, one that directly stimulated her engorged clit. He pushed into her, harder and harder, furiously slamming into her with utterly reckless abandon. She could feel her legs trembling, she could feel her arms quivering as he took her, slowly driving her further and further towards the edge, towards anotherinevitable explosion.

“Oooohhhh ffff-ffffuuuuuuuckkk,” she breathed, clinging on for dear life as her entire body shuddered against him, the tremors threatening to break her death grip around his shoulders. “So …s-so ffffucking FULL!”

Yen continued to cry out as she felt herself tightening, squeezing and twitching inside with each thrust. Her hair was flinging every which way from the force of his assault, her whole body coming undone as the hard grind of his hips broke her apart, piece by piece. Each thrust forced Yen’s breath out, making her moans come out choppy and ragged. Unthinkably, impossibly, he was fucking her harder and harder with each thrust, slamming into her with such force that she feared they would break the wall.

Geralt was far gone by this point. The normally calm and collected Witcher had been reduced to little more than a slavering beast with one instinct. To fuck this woman until he was satisfied. Inexplicably, he began to thrust harder. No longer capable of making a sound, Yen's mouth fell open, long lashes fluttering. She was climaxing once again, weakly fighting against his grip on her body, her lithe body rippling and bucking against him, in complete silence but for the ragged sound of her breathing and the persistent slam of her back against the wall.

Her eyes rolled back as everything else in the room, in the plane, in the world melted into oblivion. The only thing that mattered was the roiling, rippling wave of euphoria washing over her. Her muscles locked and spasmed, her necks strained as her head whipped from side to side. It felt like sanity itself was being washed away by the way. But at this point, she couldn’t care less. She was shivering and bucking with him impaled inside her, and each wave of blinding pleasure that rampaged through her made her pussy ripple around him. It stretched on and on until Yen was fairly sure she would suffocate.

She could feel her insides twisting, twitching around his pounding member as she continued to shudder and jerk in his grip. Nails raking like claws over Geralt’ shoulders, arms and chest, Yen sobbed into his neck as he churned her into a pile of sexual mush.
Finally, she simply went slack in his grip and Geralt’s thrusts ceased. He continued to hold up her delirious, half conscious form, breathing heavily. This was but a momentary reprieve. Geralt was far from done. He began to walk back to the bed, carrying Yen as if she weighed nothing at all and threw her limp body onto the mattress. She landed on her back without a sound, arms and legs splayed out at her sides, staring unseeing at the ceiling.

She barely reacted as Geralt flipped her over and gripped her hips, forcing her to raise her ass in the air. Some spark of reason returned as she moaned slightly upon feeling the engorged head of Geralt’s member press against her sex once again. She tried to raise herself up on her arms but her body had the consistency of a wet rag.

Geralt used both hands to pull her up by the hips, raising her firm, round ass invitingly in the air. Yen made a faint sound as he began to push his cock against her once more. She moaned a little louder as he managed to slide the tip inside her and shuddered silently when he finally hilted himself, hips against her upturned ass. He began to pull out slowly, gradually and Yen’s fucked numbed brain posed to her that perhaps he might be finally slowing down. Then he thrust, and Yen shook with the impact. She managed to find her voice once again.

"NNNNGGHNN.... OHHH.... AHHHH...... FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK."

Yen lost it. Shrieked like a banshee, her body twitching and jumping, legs kicking uselessly. Geralt grabbed her flailing arms and pulled her back onto his cock as he stepped back himself so that her jerking legs dangled off the bed while he used her own arms like reigns to drag her into his thrusts. Her head filled with white noise, and for several moments, that was all she knew.

Yen was blubbering now, sobbing, head tossing back and forth.

"PLEEEEASe... nnnnnghn... Ahhh.... Fuuuuck..."

She didn’t know how long he fucked her like this. She didn’t know for how long he manhandled her, wrestling her around the bed, twisting her body in every shape imaginable. Orgasm ran into orgasm. Time blurred in Yen's mind.

She was on her knees, face down and buried in a pillow, while Geralt fucked her from behind. He was kneeling with her on his lap, facing away from him as he pulled her up and down on his cock, as if masturbating himself with her body. She was on her side, one leg raised, her fingers gently stroking his balls as he pumped deep into her from behind. She was lying on her back again, bent almost double, her feet up on Geralt's shoulders as he crushed her against the mattress with every thrust into her.

She was coming, coming, coming, coming - on her back, on her hands and knees, lying on her stomach, on her side. Fucked. So completely, utterly fucked, so completely, utterly full of his cock.

Coming. Screaming, or in silence. Clawing and biting, or lying still, unable to do anything else.

Coming until her entire body ached, until she could scarcely move, until she could no longer make a sound - until she could barely even breathe.

It was all she knew. The cock inside her. The pressure against her clit. The firm grip on her tits.

She didn't know how many times she came. She didn't know for how long.

She was only vaguely aware when it ended. She was on the verge of an orgasm. But this one was different. It had been swelling, lurking behind the constant barrage, slowly building, as if it were the culmination of all that had come before. But then he stopped. Panting, sweating, she lay staring into the ceiling, trying to make out the window, the stars outside, but the spots dancing before her eyes were brighter.

Geralt was inside her, still.

She felt him pull out, and shuddered. Bleary, half focused eyes looked up at him and her clouded mind managed to see something different in his eyes. She felt it then. This was it. The last barrage.

Then he took hold of her legs, pushing them up into a V before throwing them over his shoulders. She blinked, trying to will the strength back to her limbs.

Geralt thrust. Yen’ eyes widened and her mouth dropped open and she screamed. Somehow, Geralt had kicked it into a whole new final level. He was a man possessed, plunging into her depths with maddening force. It felt like she was being churned from the inside out. The two were locked together in a primal tryst and Yen felt like just as much of an animal as he did. Sweat was pouring from her glistening body, soaking into the sheets. Her hair was strewn across her face, flying every which way as she was thrashed around, framing the anguished look on her flushed face. The sorceress would have been shocked to see herself so utterly dominated as she clawed at the mattress, shuddering with each thrust.

She was twitching fitfully, no longer coherent in any sense of the word. The intense, mind shattering pleasure finally broke through her pride. It was just too much, she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think. If Geralt didn’t stop, she felt as if she would lose her mind.

That building pressure erupted, an explosion, so overwhelming that she feared she might break - just briefly, before even that fear burned away. She couldn't even writhe and kick as she had before - her body lay still, numb, shuddering. She squirted, a hot jet spattering on Shepard's stomach, showering her thighs and stomach with droplets.

Geralt roared, finally at the point of no return. With a few more strokes, he let loose.

He slammed into her one more time, her entire body lurching from the force and then erupted inside her with astonishing force. Her eyes flew open again and she shrieked, still only half conscious of what was going on. Geralt slammed into her again as more of his seed burst forth and a shockwave raced through her flesh, squeezing out another hoarse yell from her ravaged throat.

His release burst inside her, coating her inner walls. He pulled out of her, and a flood of goo burst from her overflowing cunt. He wasn’t finished yet as he clambered over her and positioned himself on his knees over her face. He grabbed her by the hair and without warning; he slammed himself back inside her open mouth, pushing her face right into his stomach. He began pumping into her mouth, each fierce thrust ramming his knob-end deep into her clenching vocal tract.

She was making extravagant gurgling noises in the back of her helpless throat and her airway, spittle bubbling from the sides of her mouth. A thick burst of cum exploded from his cock, flooding her throat. Geralt pulled out once more and a river of his seed flowed from Yen's wretching mouth, dripping down her chin and splattering down all over her heaving breasts. Yen’s head fell back limply on the mattress, her eyes shut once more. She didn’t respond as Geralt thrust his member into her pussy one last time, roaring like a wounded beast as he fired his volley flooding her canal with such force that the excess squirted out from around his invading cock, splattering her legs and the mattress beneath.

Geralt stepped back, looming over Yen. His cat eyes gleamed, still crackling with the dreadful power of the witch's curse. He wicked smile crossed the Witcher's face as he looked upon the wreckage he had left on the bed.

Yennefer was an absolute mess. The sorceress lay limp in a pool of her own juices, her eyes closed, her exhausted body still twitching and quivering in the aftermath of the fuck storm she had just endured. Her skin was flushed, glistening with sweat where it wasn’t covered with Geralt’s seed. His cum had fallen to form a spiderweb pattern over her heaving tits. Her legs were still spread, allowing Geralt to see his cum still oozing from her battered pussy, forming a puddle on the mattress. Her face was a sticky mess, white goo pooling around her eye lid and dripping lazily down her chin.

“Poor little sorceress, “ he murmured and if Yen could have heard him, she would have scarcely recognised the voice. Geralt sat beside her and scooped his hand under her back, roughly wrenching her head up. Her head lolled bonelessly, her raven hair strewn across her cum splattered face. She made a faint sound and coughed, cum still dribbling from her mouth.

"We're just getting started,” Geralt growled.

TO BE CONTINUED
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