Geralt looked across the table at Keira, carefully considering her face. “Must’ve cost you a small fortune. Sure, you don’t need me to pitch in?”
“Please, I manage. You know, a dozen eggs here, a cock or gander there…Besides, my finances are about to improve.” Keira replied, her voice light and unhurried. Geralt cocked an eyebrow. “How? if you don’t mind me asking? I mean, you’d think the only work to be had in Velen would be in farming…”
She laughed lightly “Very true. So, I’ve two options. I can either start cultivating. some turnips or…leave. But that’s not what I wished to discuss. Thank you once again, Geralt, for your help with the tower. You were fabulous.”
Geralt kept his eyes locked onto the sorceress’ his face stern as he regarded her the light blush in her cheeks, the strong wine clearly getting to her. Or perhaps it was his refusal to let his eyes wander down, where her dress, with its scandalously wide neckline, revealed her pale and unblemished neck. Attire that was entirely inappropriate for a petty village’s alchemist located so deep in war-ravaged Velen. But not maybe inappropriate for a former royal mage, and member of the Lodge of Sorceresses.
“Not the first curse I’ve lifted.” Geralt replied casually, having paused while he regarded her.
“But among the most difficult, correct? What happened on that island…Why, I shiver at the thought. And the laboratory… I sincerely hope you burned everything — the cages, the corpses, the papers…” Keira trailed off, her voice and gaze almost sincere in its worry. Geralt was careful to not let his eyes narrow at the inquiry. Keira was slipping. She would normally have been more careful about disguising her interest.
Perhaps a little misdirection was warranted Geralt realized. “Didn’t destroy the workshop, if that’s what you’re asking. Didn’t see any reason to.” He replied, shrugging lightly, uninterested. “If Alexander’s findings were to fall into the wrong hands… Although… Fyke Isle has a terrible reputation. None even dare go there. Perhaps there’s nothing to worry about.” Her hands stroked her wine chalice as she spoke, her eyes breaking contact and looking off into the distance as she finished. Geralt was impressed at the performance. He might almost have thought she wasn’t planning to head there.
“Ugh, I’m sorry. Such a gloomy subject to broach… I simply shouldn’t have — not during our romantic dinner.” The Witcher’s eyebrow shot up again “Romantic? Thought we came here as friends.” “Friends…with benefits. So?” The mage replied coyly. Geralt gave her the lightest of grins, allowing his gaze to drop down to her chest, letting himself ogle her as he imagined the secrets her dress barely concealed.
“Your fairytale, your rules.” He growled, letting his arousal suffuse his voice. Her blush deepened, as she set the chalice down “Really? Then, close your eyes…and count to ten.”
“One… Two… Three… Four” Geralt slowly began counting, eyes closed but his enhanced Witcher senses listening carefully as he heard her rustle away. Once he was certain she was at a distance, he stopped bothering and got up, a wolfish smile to his face as he considered what Keira’s expectations were and how the night was going to play out.
The Witcher followed the witch’s trail of clothes down the short distance to the beach, where he regarded the fair-haired sorceress as she stood, clothed only in her lingerie, her body framed against the moonlight over the water and looking back at him. “Found me. Congratulations.”
“Do I get a prize?” Geralt asked, grinning more openly now, his gaze predatory as his eyes wandered over her body, the undressing only a mental exercise for now.
“I’ve nothing on me, but I’ll think of something.” She spoke, her voice seductive and soft, as she slowly came into his arms, pulling his shirt up.
Geralt plucked at her bra, undoing the straps that kept it tied before raising his arms. He let Keira pull his shirt off, then returned his hands to her back, slowly exploring it while she shrugged her bra off her shoulders and let it drop, exposing herself to him. She locked eyes with him again, one hand travelling down and pushing into his trousers as she stroked his erect cock.
“mmm I’m not sure who’s really getting the prize here” she whispered, before nuzzling into his neck, breathing in the waves of arousal coming from the Witcher’s toned and sculpted body. Geralt’s hands meanwhile ceased their travelling over Keira’s back and moved down, past her hips before they grasped her buttocks, pulling her body against his as he groped her ass. Keira gasped in pleasure as she felt her self moulded against him, her soft skin pressing into his harder body, the roughness of his scars pleasant to feel. Keira felt heat spread throughout her and she moaned
“mmm Geralt, are you only going to touch your prize or will you actually take it properly?”
He growled in amusement, reaching down to her neck and biting it, making her squeal in surprise as she felt her wetness below increase dramatically. His teeth kept gripping her neck pressing into her skin while his hands slipped into her panties from behind, a finger tracing itself along the cleft of her cheeks, as it pushed towards her dripping pussy.
“Oh Gods Geralt” Keira moaned, pressing herself harder against him, before pulling away. She kept her arms locked around his neck and slid backwards, sliding towards the ground and pulling the Witcher down upon her. Her hands then moved down, pushing towards his pants, eager to free the raging erection and remove the last layers separating her body from its heat.
With his pants removed, Geralt pulled away, taking the chance to prop himself on his elbows and look down upon the sorceress, her face flushed with desire as she breathed heavily, staring back at him. Seeing her lips lightly parted, Geralt quickly reached down and kissed them, his tongue thrusting gently into her mouth, as he tasted the last of the wine from their delicious meal. He then broke contact, slowly sliding downwards as he kissed her chin and then her neck, moving ever southwards towards the swell of her breasts. Keira moaned gently, breathing faster as each kiss flamed her passions.
Geralt suddenly switched tactics, grabbing each tit with a hand. As she gasped in surprise, he clenched lightly, squeezing her boobs and then pushed her upwards, causing her to slide while he brought her navel level with his face. He grabbed her panties, now soaked in her juices and pulled them down, while burying his grizzled face against her cunt.
“Aaaah Geralt” Keira sighed, his beard bristling against her sensitive skin. There wasn’t much breath left for words after that as his tongue flicked over her pussy-lips, tasting her arousal. Geralt nuzzled her quim, reveling in her heat he licked and prodded with his tongue, while above him the witch gasped and moaned in wanton ecstasy.
Keira writhed in pleasure as Geralt’s tongue pushed into her pussy, her panting quickly giving way to a small scream of pleasure as his hands reached up and grabbed her boobs, kneading and pressing her flesh roughly, in sharp contrast to the gentle pressure from below as the Witcher ate her out.
“Stop it Witcher” she managed to finally get out, near to bursting with pleasure “Stop teasing me and get on with it.”
“As Cinderella demands” he said, pulling away and smiling down at her as he lined his dick against her folds and paused. Keira’s eyes flashed, but just as she was about to speak, Geralt pushed in, his massive length slowly but firmly penetrating her. The annoyed demands dying in her throat, Keira Metz’s eyes rolled upwards as she exploded in orgasm at being penetrated. Geralt felt her cum against him as he hilted into her, fully pressed into her body while she breathed rapidly as she started to descend from her body-shaking orgasm.
As she shook and trembled beneath him, he started to pull out, before thrusting back in, setting a steady pace as he fucked her. Giving her no time to recover, Geralt slowly pushed in and out, his dick diving into her tight and incredibly soaked pussy, even as he slowly reached around with one hand and squeezed her ass.
“ooh f-f-f-fuck Geralt. You feel so good” The Witcher picks up the pace of his thrusts, while his hand strokes her ass gently for a few seconds. “your slutty cunt feels amazing Keira” Geralt whispers against her ear, the rude language causing her to moan. He stops stroking her ass as she wraps her legs around him, trying to pull him deeper into her, and instead pushes a finger against her butthole, teasing her anus lightly and gently pressing the digit into her hole. The combination of thrusts and her ass being played with are too much and Keira cums again, her locked legs falling apart as she loses control of her body. Geralt slides in and out of her for a few more strokes, before finally cumming in turn, shooting a hot load deep into Keira’s womb as Geralt held tightly onto the woman, pressing the length of his body against her.
Breathing heavily and gasping, more to catch her breath than from arousal now, Keira pushes him off her, and lies there, spent momentarily. She stares blindly up at the sky for the moment, while Geralt slides up against her and rests there, silent while he waits for her to recover.
A few minutes pass in silence and then Keira suddenly speaks “Know what they call that constellation in Zerrikania?” “Dragon something, I bet.” The Witcher replies, tensing just a little, careful not to give himself away to the sorceress.
“No, it has a different name… A bit indecent, actually. Lean closer and I’ll whisper it in your ear.” She speaks softly, and then just as Geralt turns his head she whispers, her voice echoing slightly “Egvane navr.”
The witcher’s eyes quickly close, his body relaxing as he falls into a deep slumber. Keira looks at his face for a few moments, before she gets up, a pleasurable shudder running through her body as she feels Geralt’s cum sliding out and down her leg. “Enjoy that slumber Geralt. You were a very pleasurable diversion” she speaks to the prone Witcher as she magically gathers up her clothes.
She starts to walk away when suddenly she feels a hand grab her ankle. “What the-“ she manages to get out, before she feels her legs pulled out from under her and she falls onto her back, the wind knocked out of her. Geralt’s yellow eyes look down at her, the seemingly magically entranced Witcher wide awake and alert.
“Going somewhere Witch?” he growls, all traces of arousal gone from his voice, now only filled with menace as he props himself up. Before Keira can react, he sets himself on top of her, pinning her hands and legs under him.
“Let go of me Witcher” Keira struggles, fruitlessly, wriggling and writhing under him as he looks down at her. “Did you think I was an idiot Keira? I knew something was up the moment you asked me about the lab and whether it survived. And I’ve learned a thing or two from Yennefer and Triss about warding myself from spells”
She finally stops struggling and stares up at Geralt, recognizing that she’s been outmaneuvered for now.
“You don’t understand. I need to get to Fyke Island. It’s the only way!”
Geralt pulls himself off her a little, considering briefly. “All right Metz. Talk. I’ll let you up, but if you so much as breathe a syllable of Elder Speech, I’ll detonate this at your feet.” She stares in trepidation at the orb he’s rolling around in his hand. *Where on earth did he even get that from* she wonders, eyes widening as recognizes it as a dimeterium bomb. “It won’t harm you, but I know it will hurt like hell. And I’m not in the mood for any games” Geralt says evenly, no hint of the playfulness from earlier left.
“I need to get to Fyke Island Geralt. I absolutely need to” Keira repeats. “You said that already. But why? What do you want with Alexander’s lab?”
“Alexander was studying the Catriona plague. I’ll use his notes to produce medication, perhaps a cure…or at least a vaccine.”
The Witcher looks at her skeptically “Mhm. Strictly humanitarian motivations, is that it?”
“No. Strictly selfish ones. The mighty would pay willingly for such a remedy. Can you imagine how much? Take Radovid, for instance. Why, he might even consider forgetting my past associations with the Lodge.” Keira responds, her temper up as her shock and surprise fade.
Geralt sighs “You’re either incredibly gullible…or you’re trying to play me again Keira. Radovid has one objective — to defeat Emhyr. Curing Catriona, stopping the plague, won’t help him do that. So he’ll either burn you at the stake with those notes among the kindling…or he’ll make you use them — to create a weapon. After which he’ll kill you anyway. Its suicide, Keira. You’ll wind up tied to a stake, burned to bolster the morals of the masses while entertaining them. And that’s if you’re lucky”
“Lucky? What do you mean” Keira looks at the Witcher, completely thrown by his last statement. “Radovid’s completely insane, but he’s also obsessed with his martial superiority. Why do you think he fans the popular hatred against Mages. Just because he hates them personally?” Geralt begins explaining, as Keira listens patiently. “He does it because it makes him popular. It makes the people shout his name on the streets of Oxenfurt. He’s obsessed with winning this war and making himself undisputed king of the entire North. A pretty mage like you falling into his trap? He’ll just use you to bolster his popularity with his army while feeding their hatred for you”
“Get to your point Witcher. Why would me burned at the stake be the fortunate outcome” Keira snaps
“Because he’s more likely to shackle you in Dimeterium and toss you to his troops to use you as they please. For as long as you last” Geralt said, quietly and without any affect to his voice.
Keira stared at him, stunned into silence. Geralt watched her quietly, and then reached around, pulling at something from under his discarded trousers. “I figured you were after something the moment you sent me to that island Metz. As I’ve said, I’m no idiot.” He flashes a set of papers at her, and her eyes widen. “Alexander’s notes” she manages to whisper, before Geralt makes the sign for Igni with one hand, settling the collection alight.
“Yes, Alexander’s notes. I figured they’d be important.” Geralt mutters, looking closely at Keira, watching her slump her shoulders in defeat. She looks at Geralt, quiet fury in her voice as she raises her arms. “look at me. See this?” She points to a line of red bites on her otherwise unblemished pale skin. “Bedbugs, Geralt. Bloody bedbugs! I, Keira Metz, advisor to Foltest and member of the Lodge of Sorceresses, have bedbugs! Think what you will, but I’ll not stay in this bloody swamp one day more. Not one day! I shall cross the Pontar, and that means Radovid’s men will find me sooner or later. Don’t you understand?! I don’t have a choice. And now I’ve nothing left to bargain with either” Her voice breaks as she speaks, raging at her situation and the Witcher.
“Then don’t!” Geralt snaps her, grabbing her hands and pulling her to him. “I’ve got another option. Go to Kaer Morhen. I can’t promise you safety, but neither Emyhr nor Radovid will be able to reach you there. And there are no bedbugs.”
Keira looks at Geralt, silent as she considers what he says. “And the other Witchers. Think they’ll just let me enter and stay?” Geralt shrugs at her “They will if you tell them I sent you.”
It doesn’t take long for Keira to make up her mind. “Very well then. I’ll go Kaer Morhen” She starts to get up, figuring the conversation is at an end.
“Not so fast” Geralt growls at her, yanking her by the arm, as he hauls himself into a sitting position. “There’s a couple of issues to settle first” he tells the sorceress, as he pulls her naked body down across his lap. “Let go of me you brute” Keira squeals, finding herself shocked for the second time that day, which has certainly not gone the way she had planned it. Her compromised position however also lights a small spark of arousal in her stomach, and she shudders lightly.
“First, lets not forget you trying to magic me. Hoodwink me and take advantage of my good nature” the Witcher rumbles at her, one hand stroking her back while his voice seems to echo with menace. “There’s also the question of your payment”
“Payment?!” the sorceress gasps, outraged. “What payment?” “Witchers don’t work for free, and if you’re to enjoy my lodgings, I think we should settle the question of the rent owed you little slut” Geralt barks and swats the sorceresses ass.
“Eeeeeeeeeeep”
“Lets first deal with your punishment.”
THWACK Geralt spanked her again, leaving her left asscheek red as Keira’s legs kicked helplessly in the Witcher’s firm grip
“Noo stop it Geralt!”
SLAP. Geralt landed his second blow, harder this time.
SLAP! SLAP!! He landed two more blows in quick succession, and felt a shift in Keira’s body language, her wriggling and writhing changing under his grip as he felt her pussy grow wet again on his lap. Her arousal from being treated like this triggered his own
“You’re horny again, aren’t you” he asks, an amused bite to his voice as he spanks her again, this time across both cheeks.
“You’re”
SPANK
“just”
SPANK
“a”
SPANK
“filthy”
SPANK
“slut”
SPANK
“aren’t you?”
The sorceress’ ass is now bright red, her struggles having faded as a powerful orgasm overtakes her, wracking her body while Geralt spanks her. “Ooooh gods, yes” she moans, once her voice recovers “I’m…uh… just…”
SPANK “say it cunt”
“mmmmmmgeralt” she moans out “I’m just a slut” surrendering completely to the Witcher who’s dominating her so effortlessly.
“Bet the Lodge would love to see you now” Geralt grins to himself, then suddenly stands up, causing Keira to tumble to the ground, where she lies, too exhausted to push herself up.
“Since you’re enjoying your punishment so much, and there’s still the question of my payment. Lets step things up a notch” he mutters, as he gets behind our, roughly pulling the witch up by her hips, grinding his crotch against her.
“wh…wha…what do you mean” Keira manages to get out.
“You’ll see” the Witcher rumbles ominously, lining his monstrous rigid dick against the prone sorceress. He looks down for a quick second at her sweat covered, heaving body, flushed with arousal as her juices slide down her leg, still mingling with the cum from their last encounter.
Without another word, he places his cockhead against her ass, and before Keira’s pleasure addled mind realizes what’s going on, he pushes in fast and brutal into her unprepared but.
Keira raises her head, screaming into the moon as Geralt savages her ass. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH”
“That’s it my little cumslut. Howl for your wolf” he whispers, pushing deep into her bowels. The witcher pauses for only a moment as he stuffs his entire cock up the screaming and panting Witch’s ass.
“Geralt… aaAAAH… Please… ugh, its too much”
Geralt doesn’t bother answering her, simply pulling out a little, before brutally thrusting back in, setting up a hard and rough pace. “No..ugh… stop…mmmmm…p…please” Keira moans, her tits jiggling as her ass is ploughed, her body bouncing forward and backwards from the force of the thrusts. She arches her neck backwards, pain and pleasure coursing through her as heat begins to build in her exhausted lower body, climbing to another orgasm.
Geralt reaches out around with one hand, roughly grabbing a tit, as he rolls her erect nipple around between his calloused thumb and forefinger none too gently. His other hand grabs her short hair, yanking at it hard as he pulls her back against him, while continuing to surge in and out of her ass, making her feel as she was being torn open.
“I..aahaa…can’t…take…any…mmmoooooooooooore” Keira howls, another orgasm ripping through her as the Witcher assrapes the witch into a dribbling, mewling mess. He squeezes her tit hard, leaving sharp red fingermarks that will linger for days, as he stiffens, shooting his load into her ass.
Geralt holds her in that position for a little while as his dick pumps the last of his cum into her bowels, before he lets her go. Keira falls forward, collapsing into a soaked, leaking mess. Keira simply lies there, wheezing into the dirt as Geralt stands up, gazing out over the ocean.
He finally looks down at the spent sorceress, before speaking somewhat harshly to her. “That’ll get you into Kaer Morhen slut. Though its no guarantee that the others will let you stay. You’ll have to earn your keep while you’re there.” Geralt picks up her clothes and tosses them onto the Witch, but not before he uses her panties to clean his cock off their mingled juices.
“Now put these on, and get on your way. I have to get back to looking for Ciri, and we can’t stay here forever”
It takes Keira a few minutes before she can recover her strength, and the she finally stands, starting to dress, pulling her soiled clothes back on.
“Earn my keep you say?” she manages to get out, looking lasciviously at Geralt, still standing naked before her. “Tell me Witcher. Are the others as good as you in the sack?”
Geralt looks at her evenly then shrugs “Probably not. But there are three of them, and even Vesemir can handle himself for now”
Keira stares at him saying nothing, but a smile slowly creeps over her face. “Kaer Morhen then. And I’d best make sure I do nothing to irritate my Witcher hosts while I’m there…”
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