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Multiversal Cheaters, Hotwives and Cuckolds - Chapter 09
🕑 Added 2024-01-25 07:06:32 +0000 UTCMultiversal Cheaters, Hotwives and Cuckolds
Chapter 9: Punished in Perpetuity
Fandom: The Witcher III
Tags: Cuckolding, Open Relationship, Chastity, Punishment, Huge Cock, Humiliation, Cum-eating, Gang-bang, Domination, Kink
Geralt stalked away from the Great Hall of Kaer Trolde with a frown. Having grown tired of waiting for Yennefer to finish playing her political games, he decided to retire to her room and wait for her there.
It had been a gruelling journey, one filled with distractions, annoyances and often feeling like a wild goose chase at times, but he’d finally caught up with his lover in Skellige, the powerful and beautiful sorceress apparently embroiled in half a dozen plots and schemes already.
So just usual Yennefer things then.
He grunted and pressed his fists into his tired eyes. He didn’t mean to be dismissive, he was just annoyed and irritable. From what he’d gathered, Yennefer had tracked Ciri down to these islands and was trying to piece together magical clues that would lead them to her current whereabouts, their adoptive daughter’s unique style of magic apparently leaving a trail Yennefer was able to follow.
Not only was Yen simultaneously spinning those precarious plates atop needle-thin rods, she also had the rather tedious issue of having to deal with Skellige’s local politics. Geralt had travelled to these islands several times before, and he’d always left with aching headaches.
If the general, run-of-the-mill clan politics wasn’t enough, there was a succession battle going on, the throne up for grabs. Then, on top of all that horseshit, Yennefer had to play nice with the druids if she wanted to use their artefact to help her track down Ciri.
Even thinking about what his long-time lover had had to deal with was giving him a headache. A part of him was genuinely shocked that the notoriously short-tempered and vindictive sorceress hadn’t burnt down the entire island already, especially with Ciri’s safety on the line.
Maybe she’s finally mellowing out in her old age.
He snorted in amusement, imagining what torment she would have brought down upon him had she heard his thoughts.
No more than usual, I wager.
Finding her room, he wasn’t surprised to find the door unlocked. A sorceress had no need for such things - had they been unwelcome, something undeniably unpleasant would have happened to the prospective intruder.
He paused, taking in his surroundings as he shut the door behind him, the scent of lilac and gooseberries both welcomingly familiar and overpowering to his senses. The room was dark, which had little to do with the perpetually dreary Skellige weather and more to do with the thick, black velvet drapes that covered the windows. The hearth crackled with a dim, purple fire, its light mostly adding a familiar ambiance than providing any real visibility or warmth.
She’s certainly made herself at home.
A large, ornate bed dominated the space, its high, solid-timber headboard and sheets of velvet and silk called out to his aching body like a siren, but he ignored it for now as his eyes scanned the room. Two plush, leather chaise lounges, a luxurious tub, a sturdy, handsome writing desk, stacked bookshelves, art covering every inch of wall - all of it provided a sense of opulence he very much doubted was the norm for these rooms.
No matter the length of her stay, or the reason, Yennefer doesn’t slum it.
Strolling over to her armoire, he opened the door, his fingers brushing the lush fabrics. Making his way over to her desk, he smiled soberly at the sight of a familiar portrait, a painting of him, Yen and a much younger Ciri, their dysfunctional little family during much simpler times. His finger brushed young Cirilla’s cheek, his lips pressing into a thin line as he steeled his resolve.
I’ll fucking kill them all.
He made his way over to one of Yen’s most prized possessions, a bathtub made of a silver-copper alloy with intricate and beautifully carved designs. The Sorceress had had it made after lasting about one hour at Kaer Morhen with their meagre accommodations, insisting that she not live like a pauper when visiting him or Ciri.
Sending a burst of magic into the onyx crystal in the carved raven’s eye, Geralt hummed in approval as scalding hot water started to fill the tub. Finding some soaps amongst her belongings, Geralt disrobed and prepared to bathe - Yen always did very much hate, what she called, his road stench.
After scrubbing off and soaking in the tub for several minutes, his muscular legs and arms hanging over the edges, he let out a long, tired sigh, his eyelids growing heavier by the second.
I guess I’m more tired than… I… realised…
Later, when his eyes fluttered open, it took him a second to regain his bearings.
‘You’re getting sloppy in your old age,’ a familiar, elegant, husky voice pointed out from somewhere nearby. Geralt’s head didn’t immediately snap to Yennefer, instead eyeing his heavily scarred, naked form tied to her heavy desk chair with thick rope. ‘Not even a peep, sleeping like a babe while I secured you to that chair…’
Geralt grunted, his amber eyes focused on his cock and balls.
Or rather, his caged and shrivelled cock and balls, the very familiar sensation of the steel ring and cage with a wolf-motiff - a detail that always tickled Yen - making itself known.
Looking up, he breathed in heavily through his nostrils at the sight of his longtime, on-again, off-again lover.
She oft drove him crazy, but just laying eyes on her was enough to remind him why he put up with her…eccentricities. Dressed in nothing but a slinky, black, floral lace night robe that was completely transparent, she looked utterly stunning, far from the stressed politician he’d been expecting when he spied her work earlier.
Geralt’s eyes dropped to her pale, perky tits, her dark-pink nipples visible through the fabric and teasing him with their hardened nubs. He wanted nothing more than to join her on the bed and ravish her, and the temptress knew that, smirking at him and leaning back on the plush velvet, one leg crossed over the other.
‘You seem to be enjoying yourself,’ he finally remarked idly, making himself comfortable and leaning back against the high-backed chair. ‘Thought you’d be more stressed with, well, you know.’
The smile on her face didn’t reach her eyes and she shrugged. ‘I’m enjoying myself now,’ she tittered, crossing and uncrossing her legs, her robe slipping open and providing a tantalising glimpse of pale cleavage. ‘And one has ways to alleviate stress, as I’m sure you’re well aware.’
Geralt didn’t take the bait and instead motioned towards his caged cock. ‘Is this really necessary?’
Smirking, Yen ran her thumb along her alluring decolletage until it hooked the chain that looped around her neck. Pulling on it, she dangled the small key in front of him like he was a dog and it was a treat. ‘You’ve been a very busy, very naughty boy, my love. The whores, your little medic, Keira.’ Her eyes narrowed, her lips pressed into a thin line. ‘Triss.’
She’d hissed the name out like it was a curse and Geralt rolled his eyes in exasperation. ‘You expect me to believe you’ve been chaste, my love?’
Naturally, she only smiled mysteriously at him, completely dodging his question. Geralt shuddered as Yen started to run a pale foot up and down the inside of his thigh, coming dangerously close to his pathetically caged cock, but never touching it.
Yen sighed, her chin in her palm. ‘Oh Geralt, what am I to do with you?’
The Witcher tilted his head to the corner of the room, where a very familiar horn could be seen poking out from behind the dressing screen. ‘What say you unlock this cage and we can go for a ride with your friend over there?’
Yen’s lips twitched in amusement, her eyes flashing with desire. The sorceress actually looked tempted, like she was considering, but a heavy knock at the door snapped her out of it and she sent another wicked, amused smirk in his direction.
Geralt felt his gut churn at the thudding sound, having suspected where their night was going the instant he awoke and found himself bound in more ways than one. If it were possible, he didn’t doubt his cock would be straining against the cage that bound it.
‘One moment!’ Yen called, standing and strolling over to her desk. Geralt watched as she lit a very familiar stick of incense, its scent causing him to growl with both arousal and frustration. Yen turned to him and smirked at the sound and, as incense smoke started to steadily fill the room, she strolled past him, a pale hand lingering on his chest as she paused at his side and bent down.
‘I told you to keep your grubby little mitts off that red headed whore,’ she hissed, a surprising amount of genuine venom in her tone as she reached down and slapped his balls with a not-inconsiderate amount of force.
Geralt grunted in pain, earning an amused, sultry chuckle from his lover as she strode past him and answered the door.
Geralt’s ears perked up when he heard a sharp inhalation of breath.
‘You’re late.’ Yennefer admonished, presumably standing in the door and giving whoever answered an incredible eyeful. ‘Where are the others?’
‘I, uh, I don’t know,’ the man stammered, his Skelligan accent thick and voice so deep it reverberated in his chest.
‘Whatever, don’t just stand there like an idiot, come in,’ Yen commanded, the disapproval and annoyance clear in her tone.
Yen led the man inside, and Geralt didn’t even flinch when they entered his vision.
It’s all a bit old-hat at this point.
‘Dear, meet my friend Bron -’
‘Um, Bran -’
‘I don’t care,’ Yen snapped, her teasing smile replaced with an annoyed frown as she glared at the huge man.
And he was huge. Clearly a warrior of some sort, he wore no shirt, and dark blue tattoos covered his well-muscled body. A skinned bear carcass was thrown over his shoulders like a cape and his skin was littered with so many scars, Geralt wouldn’t be surprised if the massive man had killed it with his bare hands.
Which made it all the funnier when the supposed half-giant froze upon seeing him, his eyes widening in fright at his bound form.
Good to know my reputation still precedes me.
Seeing his reaction, Yen rolled her violet eyes. ‘Really? I thought you were supposed to be the fiercest warrior these islands had to offer.’ She punctuated the claim with air quotations, clearly unimpressed with his fear of her bound lover. ‘You’re scared of one bound Witcher?’
‘N-no,’ Bran stammered, clearing his throat and regaining what little of his dignity he had left. ‘I, I wasn’t expecting an audience, is all.’
Yen sat back down at the end of her bed and pulled the giant man close. ‘Whatever, I didn’t invite you here for your courage, or apparent lack of it.’
The man didn’t resist as Yen untied his trousers and breeches, letting them fall to the floor in an undignified heap. A bit of the man’s confidence understandably returned when his utterly monstrous, half-hard cock was revealed, thicker than Yen’s wrist and hanging almost down to his knee.
Bran’s confidence grew when Yen unceremoniously gripped his heavy shaft and started to tug at it with an almost mechanical efficiency, his gaze finally landing on Geralt’s pathetically caged cock and smirking in delight.
Growing impatient, Yen stared into Geralt’s eyes and bent down to take the tip of the huge cock into her mouth, her thick, glossy lips spreading wide to accommodate his girth. He watched, his muscles bulging as he struggled against his bindings. He didn’t know tonight would be one of those nights, and just seeing Yen’s beautiful, violet eyes dancing with mischief and delight made him want to tear away the ropes, gut the interloper and take her right there.
Something his lover knew very well, if the look in her eyes was any indication.
The incense smoke had really started to fill the room, giving the scene an almost dreamlike aesthetic, though he knew it was more than that. Bran will find himself lasting much longer than usual, long enough to satisfy the sorceress that was usually far, far out of his league.
Yen’s lips slid up and down only a few inches of Bran’s shaft, but it was enough to make the man’s frightening cock harden all the way. Pulling off him with a gasp and a pleased sigh, Yen stood, holding the giant of a man’s member like a weapon and sashaying over to his bound form. Bending down, she held the huge cock right next to his caged one and laughed, the sound sexy, sultry and causing the man’s member to twitch in excitement.
‘See?’ she asked cheekily, her twinkling violet eyes locked with Geralt’s amber as she spoke. ‘You have nothing to worry about, the Witcher barely even qualifies as a man.’
Geralt’s growl was deep, animalistic and very much like the symbol of his school. Yen’s smile only widened and Bran, after apparently getting over his fear, rumbled out a laugh that shook their bones.
Standing, Yen slid her robe off her shoulders, her perfect, pale body revealed to them both in all its glory. She revelled in their hungry stares, her sultry smile still wide as she slowly sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned Bran close, the key to Geralt’s cage dangling between her perky breasts - always out of reach.
Turning to Bran and making sure Geralt had a clear view of the fun, Yen cupped her perky tits and bracketed the man’s shaft, sliding them along its length as she planted gentle kisses on the tip resting against her face. Bran enjoyed the experience, his fingers interlocked atop his bald head and groaning in delight.
Yen kept this up for several minutes, her enchanting eyes never leaving his as she teased and tormented Geralt with the scene before him.
She loved to perform even more than Geralt enjoyed the performances she put on for him.
When Bran came, it was with a roar. Yen took the tip of his cock into her mouth once more and accepted all his seed, her cheeks bulging with the sheer volume of the discharge while some even escaped the tight seal her lips had around the girthy, pulsing shaft. The huge man collapsed back onto the bed in a daze, his heavy cock hanging over the edge and spent - for now.
Yen stood, her lips sealed but still smirking devilishly at him. Geralt struggled against his magically enhanced bindings, but it was no use. Yen put a hand on each of the armrests and leaned over his lap, her lips right above his caged cock. Parting them, Bran’s seed started to drool out of her mouth and into his lap, coating his caged cock and thighs in a pool of slimy, viscous discharge.
Yen laughed and licked her lips, relishing in his deadpan stare before pecking him on the forehead and patting him on the cheek.
‘That’s a good boy.’
She turned and he watched her hips sway as she sashayed back towards the bed, joining her giant lover.
‘Get on the floor,’ she demanded and Bran stirred, his cock already hardening and raring to go thanks to the magical incense. His brain must have still been a little fuzzy and clouded with pleasure however, because he was taking far too long for Yen’s liking. With a sneer and a wave of her hand, Bran yelped as he was lifted off the bed with telekinetic magic and unceremoniously deposited at Yen’s feet with a heavy thud.
The huge man looked ready to protest, unwisely, before remembering himself and where he was. Swallowing his anger, Yen smirked and spread her legs, her fingers spreading the delicate petals of her naked flower in invitation.
Bran didn’t need to be told twice and he dove in, burying his bald head between her pale thighs and getting to work. The tension oozed out of Yen’s frame and she sighed in pleasure, leaning back on one arm while the other rested on her lover’s scalp, encouraging his cunnilingus.
‘So,’ Yen began conversationally, her hand still grinding Bran’s face against her womanhood. ‘You certainly took your time.’
Geralt rolled his eyes, not even blinking at the absurdity of the situation. ‘I hit a few snags along the way.’
‘Oh?’ she purred, moaning in pleasure as he piqued her interest. ‘Do tell.’
So he did. He wasn’t worried about the stranger overhearing. If Yen deemed anything he said too sensitive, she had ways of making sure he forgot.
‘I followed her trail until I ran into a group of hags known as the Crones of Crookback Bog.’ He shrugged, remembering how annoying they’d been to deal with. ‘Naturally, that didn’t end well for her.’
Yen sighed and moaned again, Bran apparently doing something right. ‘Silly girl,’ she muttered, her tone pure fond exasperation. ‘I’m assuming you dealt with them?’
Geralt didn’t answer, he just stared into his moaning lover’s eyes. She smirked, biting her lip and playing with a pert nipple.
‘Right,’ she purred sensuously. ‘I shouldn’t have asked. What next?’
He shrugged. ‘She escaped their clutches and sought refuge with the self-appointed lord of Velen.’
Yen’s eyes narrowed, her breathing escalated from the pleasure but she still listened to his words with rapt attention. ‘The so-called Bloody Baron?’
Again, Geralt shrugged. ‘He offered Ciri refuge, so I let him be. I poked around for clues, and eventually found she’d travelled to Novigrad after recovering.’
Yen’s laughter was breathy and beautiful. ‘That eventually is doing a lot of heavy lifting, I imagine, knowing you.’
The corners of Geralt’s mouth twitched but he said nothing more. Yen rolled her eyes and shook her head fondly, the fact that a huge, naked man was eating her out as she did so somehow totally normal.
They had an…unconventional relationship.
‘Ciri caught up with old friends and eventually booked passage to, well, here. Jeskier says hello, by the way.’
Yen’s lips curled and she rolled her eyes at the mention of the bard. ‘He’s not the only old acquaintance of yours you met there, I hear.’
Geralt rolled his eyes in exasperation. ‘Really? This again? Now?’
Seeing no hypocrisy in her actions, Yen’s eyes fluttered closed and she moaned in bliss, Bran having added his thick, sausage-like fingers to the mix to enhance her pleasure. ‘I, mmm, I told you not to fuck that, hah, whore.’
Geralt sighed, his head shaking in annoyance.
‘One would, mmm, think you rather enjoy my punishments, hah, given how often you disobey me.’
A part of him really did - not that he’d ever tell her that. She had enough power over him as it was.
Yennefer came with a shuddering groan, her tummy tightening as she curled herself around Bran’s head as her body shook from the feelings of her powerful climax.
She recovered much more quickly than her eager lover had, standing on wobbly legs and patting him on his bald head. ‘Good boy,’ she praised condescendingly before making her way over to her liquor cabinet and pouring out three drinks of amber liquid. Two glasses floated towards Geralt and Bran while Yen joined him, sipping her own drink while sitting on his bound lap and rubbing her soft behind in the puddle of Bran’s secretions with an amused titter.
His hands unable to grasp the glass, Yen’s magic gently tipped the liquid down his throat while Bran eyed his own glass suspiciously.
‘Afraid it’ll turn you into a toad?’ The sorceress’ tone was filled with amusement, but given the comical way the huge noticeably flinched, she’d hit the nail on the head. ‘Oh for goodness’ sake, if you were worried about being drugged, you should have paid closer attention to the incense smoke you’ve been breathing in for almost half an hour.’
Geralt grunted in amusement when Bran’s pale skin turned noticeably pallid.
‘Are you serious right now?’ Yen asked, her lips curled in disgust. ‘Do you really think I’d need to be so sneaky if I wanted to do you harm? I’m a sorceress!’
The man turned to Geralt, as if desperate for comfort and affirmation.
He wouldn’t get any.
‘Don’t look at me,’ Geralt muttered with a shrug. ‘Look what she’s done to me, and all I did was point out that she was ageing gracefully.’
If he was terrified before, Geralt’s words struck the fear of God into him.
Geralt chuckled when Yen slapped him on the back of the head, the strike feeling more like a tickle and well worth it given how much it was spoiling Yen’s plans. ‘You’re not helping! And what do you mean ageing gracefully?’
Geralt didn’t answer her question, instead choosing to lock eyes with the huge oaf with a knowing grin.
‘Oh for goodness sake!’ she bemoaned in exasperation. ‘The incense will just help you last longer, you stupid oaf.’
That seemed to help the man find his spine again. He beat his barrel-like chest with his fist and stood proud. ‘I need no such help to please you, Sorceress!’
Geralt could hear her narrowed eyes in her next words. ‘Are you sure about that Bron?’ He didn’t even bother correcting her, recognising the danger in her tone and taking a shaky step back. ‘Are you willing to bet your life on it? I will be most displeased if you come up…short.’
Such was the beauty of Yennefer of Vengerberg that the very real threat against his life only caused him to pause before swallowing audibly.
‘Well, I have had a few drinks, no need to take risks, yeah?’
‘Lovely,’ Yen drawled, smacking Geralt on the back of the head once more for good measure, his mischievous words having almost ruined her night.
He doubted she’ll be forgetting the jab at her age anytime soon either.
Whatever. Angry Yen is the best Yen.
Nodding in affirmation, Yen finished her drink and walked past his seated position, pushing Bran down onto the bed and crawling over his huge frame. Geralt’s amber eyes followed her pale ass, her lover’s huge shaft towering high and resting against her glistening lips. Yen’s body undulated against Bran’s, his member sliding against her womanhood and drawing pleased moans from the sorceress. She kept this up for minutes, long enough for Bran’s cock to be drenched in her secretions.
Geralt watched it all with a stoic resolve, his eyes glued to her pale behind and the huge hands cupping it. His manhood was aching, throbbing painfully as it strained against the unforgiving cage. As if sensing his turmoil, Yen looked back at him with a wicked smile, her hand reaching back and running up the length of Bran’s cock until she aimed the tip right at the entrance to her delicate flower.
He sucked in a silent, excited breath as Yen’s lips parted wide around the girthy invader, a deep, guttural groan escaping her lips as she sank back and impaled herself until Bran’s huge cock was butting up against her cervix.
Balancing herself on his pecs, Yen locked eyes with him through a nearby mirror as she moaned and groaned, biting her plump lower lip as she relished in his squirming. Geralt’s eyes flicked between the mirror, and the delicious sight of Yen’s beautiful womanhood stretched obscenely around the girthy cock.
It looked rather fortuitous for Bran that Yen had lit the special incense, because it sounded like he wouldn’t be lasting much longer. To be fair, Geralt couldn’t blame him. Yen’s beauty was unparalleled, literally magical. She was likely the most beautiful woman Bran had ever seen, let alone laid with.
With his impressive strength, he suspended Yen mid air, his huge hands gripping her pale ass so tight her soft, pliable flesh was seeping through his sausage-like fingers. With Yen held aloft, Bran thrust up into her, his large balls flopping all over the place as he speared her again, and again and again.
Yen’s eyes were screwed shut in bliss, her teeth nibbling at her lower lip. Her moans were sultry and made Geralt’s cock ache even more, raising in pitch every time Bran buried himself as far as he could go.
When Bran finally came, he did so with a roar, his hips launching off the bed and smashing against her cervix as he started to climax. Yen moaned in surprise and visibly winced, the brute’s eagerness with his endowment no doubt painful.
Fortunately for him, Yen liked a little pain. Fortunate for both of them, really.
When Bran’s climax eased up, his thick shaft no longer pumping fresh seed into Yen’s infertile womb, he collapsed back onto the bed, his legs and arms splayed wide as if he’d just been shot by a crossbow bolt.
Yen remained sheathed on his huge cock for several moments, breathing heavily as she gyrated her hips and tried to prolong her own pleasure for as long as possible. Geralt watched the erotic dance with gritted teeth and aching, caged cock, wishing nothing more than to tear himself out of these bindings, bend her over and fuck her snug ass right there.
As if sensing his desire, Yen turned all the way around and gave him a playful smirk. She pulled herself off Bran’s cock, her legs barely able to support her own weight as she stumbled towards him on shaky legs.
As Yen slowly made her way to him, Geralt’s eyes flicked over to a surprised Bran, who was tugging at his still hard and glistening cock with surprise, his eyebrows arched with impressed curiosity.
When Yen returned to him, her smirk widened as she gently ran the back of her fingers down the side of his chiselled features. ‘You know what to do, my love.’
Without another word, his longtime lover turned, bent over and backed her behind up towards his face, her normally perfect pussy red with abuse and marred with hers and Bran’s combined juices.
With an audible sigh, Yen relaxed her kegel muscles and spread her cheeks for him, a veritable river of cum starting to ooze out of her womanhood, looking more like roiling magma with its viscosity rather than a gushing river.
The things I do for love…
Screwing his eyes shut, Geralt buried his face and tongue in Yen’s soiled womanhood, wishing nothing more than for his hands to be untied so he could play with her clit while he cleaned out her sloppy, used pussy.
Yen hadn’t cum when she was fucking the huge man, but now she squealed as Geralt cleaned her, biting her fist in embarrassment at the sounds she was making. Geralt didn’t let up, pulling upon his immense experience to not only do the job she wished of him, but bring her to a shuddering climax with his tongue alone.
Before he was completely finished cleaning her - there was a lot of cum and Geralt felt a little queasy - he’d brought Yen to two screaming orgasms. Turning, she thanked him with a searing, passionate kiss, her nethers deliberately grinding against his cage.
‘Does it hurt?’ she whispered, pulling back and looking down at it between their bodies.
‘If I said yes, would you take it off?’
Her mischievous smile was all the answer she needed and, with her arms draped over his broad shoulders, she continued to grind against him, moaning softly as the cool metal brushed against her sensitive nether regions.
Bran cleared his throat behind them and Yen pulled back, smiling down at him mysteriously. She pinched and twisted his nipples, ripping a pained groan out of him before turning and joining the hulking man on the bed again. Yennefer turned her face aside when her lover leaned in for a kiss, brushing her ebony locks over a shoulder and allowing the man to position her so she was on her hands and knees, facing Geralt.
When Bran slipped back inside her, Yen arched her back and moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as he sank even deeper.
‘Yes,’ she hissed, gently rocking back and forward as Bran thrust in and out of her, her perky tits jiggling with every reverse of direction. ‘He’s so big,’ she cooed, her voice faint and her violet eyes drilling into his own. ‘Do you like watching this brute fuck your woman?’
Geralt grunted and both Bran and Yennefer chuckled at his squirming.
‘He’s reaching so deep inside me,’ she groaned, flipping her raven-black hair so it fell over her other shoulder. ‘So much deeper than you can reach. I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to have a real man fuck me.’
Geralt could almost feel the smug pride radiating off Bran, the hulking man’s hips picking up in pace as he fucked the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on.
‘Why do you even want me to unlock you?’ she whimpered, her eyes closed as she relished in the feelings of her pussy being stretched wide, and her cervix being pressured. ‘It’s not like that little thing can ever bring anyone, hah, pleasure - think of all the coin you’d, mmm, save by not forcing those poor whores to endure your, mmh, manhood.’
Yen knew how much he loved it when she talked dirty. She was driving him to a frenzy and they both knew it, the second he was released from his bindings, she’d get the fucking she was truly waiting for.
His show was interrupted by another heavy knock at the door.
Yen pulled off her lover with an annoyed grunt and stood. ‘About time,’ she grumbled, walking past him and out of his line of vision to answer the door. Geralt could hear the increased heart rates of their two visitors the second they laid eyes on the gloriously naked Yennefer. ‘You two are late.’
‘Couldn’t be helped,’ one voice answered in a daze as he no doubt stared at Yennefer’s perfect form. ‘Sarge kept us back late to deal with some thieves.’
Neither cared for their story, Yen pulling them inside and bringing them over to the bed while Geralt tracked them with his unnerving, amber eyes. The newcomers gaped at his bound form in shock, staring between Bran and him as if in question. Bran only shrugged, tugging at his huge manhood as he waited for Yen to join him on the bed again.
The newcomers weren’t as large in stature as Bran, but they were just as well-endowed. When they removed their clothes, each sported a hidden weapon, their half-hard manhoods hanging low. Yen bit her lip and purred at the sight, her violet eyes smouldering with lust and allowing herself to be manhandled back into a doggy position, the two newcomers holding out their cocks to her, either side and at the foot of the bed.
Yen turned back to him and smirked. ‘Enjoy the show, my love.’
Geralt strained against his bindings again, lurching as if to stand but the rope held firm. Still, the two newcomers flinched at the sudden motion, earning a smirk from Geralt as Yen rolled her eyes and took one of the impressive members in hand, the other between her lips.
All four groaned as they quickly started - or for Yen and Bran, went back to - fucking. With her mouth full, alternating between the well-endowed newcomers, Yen could no longer talk dirty to him, but the teasing, mischievous look in her twinkling eyes was enough to keep his cock throbbing and aching against the cage.
The scene was truly like a dream he’d had countless times before, of watching Yen be gangbanged by a group of bandits and enjoying it like the filthy whore she was - the smoky haze from the incense just driving the surreal vision home even more.
When one of the newcomers started playing with her perky breasts, Geralt knew her switch had been flipped. Yen loved having her tits played with, it was the quickest way - other than cuckolding him - to get her going. She repositioned, laying one of the new guys down on the bed perpendicular to his seated position, before gently sinking down on his hefty endowment. She groaned, the sound causing his caged cock to throb. Not wanting to be left out, the other newcomer spat on her ass and started to work the fluid into her tight rear end.
Yen was about to refuse him, but one look in Geralt’s direction, and seeing the look in his eyes, had her smirking. She spread her cheeks in invitation and hummed as the man first sank his thick fingers inside her, before replacing them with his hefty cock.
Feeling left out, Bran stood near her head and held his massive member to her lips. After working up a rhythm with the two new men, she opened her eyes and quickly took Bran’s still glistening member between her plump lips.
Her moans were muffled by the thick shaft, but the sight of Yen having all her holes plugged, sawing between her lovers as they gang-banged her with abandon had Geralt desperate for release.
Despite being fucked by three brutish men, Yen never looked like the one who was being fucked. She projected supreme confidence and sensuality, somehow exuding an aura that let everyone know that she was the one fucking them.
Geralt felt his desire grow, like a mini-sun about to burst in his chest. He knew he could rip apart the bindings any time he wanted, but the cage that bound his manhood was enchanted, he could risk a hell of a lot more than blue balls if he tried tampering with it.
So he sat like a good boy, watching the show Yen was putting on for him. She was preparing him, he knew, like cooking him low and slow as if he were a steak. When she was ready for him, he would be ravenous.
Just the way she loved him.
The newcomers, both in her pussy and ass, came with cries of triumph, filling both of Yen’s holes with their first ejaculate of the night. The incense did its job and they didn’t soften however, continuing to saw in and out of her with wide-eyed, shocked expressions, shaking in bliss at the continual stimulation of their quivering, tingling manhoods.
Seeing their reactions to her magic, Yennefer laughed, the sound deep and sultry. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, her hips undulated and gyrated between the two gifted men, their combined juices making an utter mess of her nethers, but they didn’t stop. They all continued to ride the waves of euphoria, their incense-fuelled energy allowing them to strive for even greater heights of pleasure.
The men had all-but forgotten Geralt was still sitting there, forced to watch them fuck his woman over and over, her orgasms continually crashing into her like a waterfall against the rocks.
Yennefer never forgot though, never lost sight of the purpose of this evening. Geralt wondered how her face wasn’t sore from the constant smirking, her eyes never leaving his as she was taken in front of him. He adored the look on her face, the way her body was glistening and shining with sweat, the way her perky tits shook back and forth, the way her plump ass rippled with each thrust - she was breathtaking, and Yen knew he knew that. She relished the fact, drawing energy from his libido.
She was a blazing inferno, and he was the oxygen that fuelled her.
At some point, Yen forced them to take a break so they could rehydrate. Geralt licked his lips and she smirked as she approached, rivers of cum oozing out of both her womanhood and rosebud and making a mess of his lap when she sat in it.
‘Are you enjoying the show, my love?’
The men were scarfing down the carafes of water like their lives depended on it, and given how turned on Yennefer was, it just might.
Geralt grunted in amusement. ‘When are you going to stop punishing me for Triss?’
Yen’s eyes twinkled with mischief, which he supposed was a step up from the cold fury news of his sexploits with her had driven her to in the past. She leaned in close, her perfect breasts squishing against his muscled chest, and put her lips against his ear.
‘When you stop enjoying it,’ she whispered, her warm breath and sinful words causing a shiver to run up and down his spine.
When she rejoined her lovers on the bed, she mounted one reverse cowgirl, taking him in her loosened ass while one suckled on her nipples and the last strummed her clit. She was facing Geralt, her mouth finally free so she could announce her pleasure to the room.
‘Are you, mmm, enjoying my hospitality, hah, my love?’
Geralt grunted in amusement. ‘Nothing I’m not used to.’
Her temporary harem all laughed in unison, apparently finding the entire situation hilarious. Yen froze and turned a steely eyed glare to each and every one of them. ‘You are all here to be felt and not heard.’
They bowed their heads, properly chastised, and went back to pleasuring her.
Yen bit her lip as she eyed his bound form up and down hungrily, her mesmerising eyes landing on his caged member and burning with desire. ‘I wonder what dear Cirilla would say if she saw her father the way I’m seeing him now?’
The grin slipped from Geralt’s face and he frowned, his eyes narrowed. ‘Don’t,’ he hissed in warning.
Yen was not one to respect boundaries however. Never had been, never would be.
‘Do you think she’d be repulsed? Or, mmm, or maybe she’d be turned on? The girl adores you.’
Geralt’s lips pressed into a thin line. ‘I’m warning you, Yennefer.’
Yen’s pale cheeks were flush, her smile predatory and filled with a perverse glee. ‘Maybe next time you can watch mother and daughter both having a party - would you like that?’
Geralt snapped. ‘The girl is in danger and you’re playing games!’
The smile finally slipped from Yennefer’s features and she looked genuinely annoyed that he’d question her motives. ‘Tomorrow, you’re going to convince those, mmm, fucking druids to let me perform a necromatic, nnh, ritual on the body of a boy I suspect to have been Cirilla’s lover. Tonight, you’re, hah, you’re going to sit there like a good little cuck while I fuck my frustrations out in front of you!’
And so she did.
Bran, the one working at her womanhood, smirked up at the bouncing Yennefer and slipped one of his sausage-like fingers inside her, his digit likely having more length and girth than the average man could boast. When he hooked said digit inside her, and started to rub against her g-spot, his other hand pressing down on her mons, Yen’s head lolled back and she screamed.
‘Yes, fuck, yes, right there you brilliant oaf,’ Yen groaned with bliss, her voice husky and guttural. She’d stopped bouncing, the man she was riding instead taking a hold of her hips and thrusting up himself, while the man at her teat had his head trapped there by Yen’s strong grip.
When Yen’s head rose back up again, she looked deep into Geralt’s eyes, her mouth open in a silent scream and her eyes wide in pleasant surprise. He smirked, relishing in one of the few moments where the beautiful, conniving cunt was at a loss for words.
Bran, apparently more clever than they’d both given him credit for, never eased up on his ministration, perhaps instinctively knowing that if he did, the sorceress would end him. His hand pressed deep into Yen’s womanhood, his finger rubbing her g-spot hard.
When she came, Yennefer squealed, juices squirting and rocketing out of her womanhood as violently as the spit of an endrega.
Bran did not let up in his rubbing, his target now her clit as Yen convulsed, shaking with the power of her orgasm, the man buggering her only adding to the pleasure. Yen shot several streams of squirt from her womanhood, each time eliciting a surprised screech.
Geralt inhaled deep, trying to calm his racing heart. He’d brought the woman to such screaming orgasms in the past many times, but it was a whole lot different seeing it happen from such a prime viewing angle. Yen’s body slick with sweat and writhing in ecstasy was one of the most beautiful sights he’d ever laid eyes on, and he made sure to imprint this vision of her in his memory.
Geralt watched them all fuck for another two hours before Yennefer was finally done with her three studs. He watched as, with a wave of her hand, their eyes went glassy and they stumbled out of the room completely naked, their clothes held bunched up in their hands.
‘That can’t be healthy,’ Geralt remarked dryly and, with a flex of his powerful muscles, he effortlessly snapped the thick ropes that bound him.
Yennefer, standing by her mirror and fixing her makeup with rivulets of cum casually oozing out of her holes, looked at him through the reflection and shrugged. ‘Why would I care about their health? They were chosen because they like to get aggressive with the waitstaff.’
Geralt snorted in disbelief, rubbing his sore and aching muscles as he eyed her naked form like a wolf eyed a haunch of meat. ‘And I’m sure it’s a complete coincidence that they also happen to be so…well endowed.’
Yen looked at him through the reflection once more, opting for a cheeky grin instead of answering.
Geralt shook his head and stalked over to the beautiful sorceress, his hands going to her hips as he ground his caged cock against her plush behind. Yen shivered at the feeling of the cool metal against her sensitive womanhood and melted into his embrace.
‘They’ll wake up with the pigs in the morning, their reputations utterly ruined and with no memories of what happened tonight.’
It’s adorable that she thinks she needs to assuage my ego.
‘What did the pigs ever do to deserve that?’
Yen grinned, but again, elected not to answer.
Geralt leaned down, his lips trailing kisses down the side of her face until they paused at her ear. ‘Take this fucking thing off me.’
Yen giggled but didn’t immediately acquiesce. She turned in his grasp, her hands on his pecs as she stared up at him with lust and longing - never love, at least she’d never admit to it. Leaning up on her tippy toes, she planted a desperate and needy kiss on his lips, and Geralt raised his brows in surprise.
Seeing his surprised expression when she pulled away, she grinned. ‘I can feel it, we’re so close to finding Ciri. Then we can deal with the Wild Hunt and put this entire mess behind us.’
He didn’t answer, his eyebrows raised in challenge until she sighed in annoyance and dropped to her knees, the key dangling between her breasts in hand as she unlocked the cock cage she’d had him in for hours.
The cage with the wolf motif fell to the floor, and Geralt groaned as she handled his naked cock, pulling the ring around his shaft and balls free. For a moment, his shaft just dangled there, pathetically tiny and shrivelled.
Then the spell that suppressed him broke and he started to grow. From a pathetically shrivelled, two-inch dicklet, his member surged with repressed desire and vigour until Yennefer was nuzzling his girthy, ten-inch cock she was so fond of.
Yen’s plump lips trailed kisses along the thick vein that travelled along his entire length until she got to the tip. ‘I miss you,’ she whispered, her eyes locked on his cock and ignoring him completely.
Geralt snorted in amusement. ‘Didn’t look like you missed it an hour ago.’
Yen’s eyes flicked up playfully to him before returning to his cock. ‘Don’t listen to your mean master, we were just playing a game. You’ll always be my favourite.’
Geralt rolled his eyes at the absurdity of Yen talking directly to his cock. He was about to pick her up and toss her on the bed, but he winced when Yen gripped his balls in an iron-clad grip to stop him in his tracks, her eyes now firmly staring up into his own.
‘No more hiding behind the cage, my love,’ she teased, her tongue poking out and licking up a bead of precum. ‘How aroused were you really at the thought of Ciri joining us next time?’
Geralt’s eyes widened in surprise and Yen laughed with pure delight when his traitorous cock surged against his will, throbbing with desire right in his lover’s face.
With a growl, he bent down and threw the misbehaving wench over his shoulder. He was about to throw her on the bed, but he paused when his eye once again caught something poking out from the top of the nearby privacy screen.
When Yen saw what had grabbed his attention, she smirked then squealed when Geralt threw her over his shoulder and marched directly towards the stuffed unicorn.
