Author Note
The fourth part of my Dragonborn adventures. Having once again been forced to flee to another dimesnion due Hermaeus Mora the SI finds himself in the world of The Witcher and decides to go back to doing what he does best.
Expect lots of sex, volience, and adventures. All the good stuff.
Dragonborn Gothic 4 - Witcher
Part 1
White Orchard Village. Temeria.
I'd found myself in village located in what had until very recently been part of Temeria, and as the name suggested, famous for its fruit orchards, whose boughs burst out white blossoms come spring. To me that sounded like a very pretty place to come see, alas the war had rather spoiled the area, but on the plus the conflict attracted monsters, so there was plenty of work for someone like me.
It was good to go back to fighting creatures rather than people. For too long I'd been caught up in affairs of nations, I'd been spending my effort on polictics when I should be out dealing with threats to people. Somewhere along the way I'd forgotten what it mean to be the Last Dragonborn. I was no conquerer, and now that I'd spent some time away from Westeros I could see that Miraak must have been infuencing me, I might not hear his voice, but I had his soul within me.
Perhaps that was just an excuse for my own foolishness in thinking what a good idea it would be to conquer the pirate infested islands known as the Stepstones. Acquring power, wealth and knowledge were fine, but I'd never wanted to be tied down to one place. I'd always wanted to be free to go where I pleased when I pleased without the chains of responbity holding me down.
I'd miss Dragonstone, the island and castle that I'd called home for a time and I sure wouldn't mind going back to pick up some of my stuff as I'd left some cool stuff in that castle, but I couldn't risk going back, not with a Daedric Prince still after me I'd just place others in danger. I would have to do the best I could with what I had on hand. Thankfully I was far from defenceless even without all of my stuff
I had Lightbringer, the sword I'd had forged to slay the Night King, and had been blessed by the Lord of Light. It would have a masterpiece even without the magical spells I'd cast during its forging. The silver-coloured dragon on the pommel had little rubies for eyes, the handle was dragonbone that had been coated in a layer of mithril, samples of both I'd picked up from some other universes. The red gem in the rainguard, the bit where the blade meets the crossguard, that was actually a bit of Heartstone from Solstheim that had been carefully cut by some dwarves. The blade was valyrian steel, nothing new to me. The scabbard was made from dragonhide and some ebony from Skyrim. It was worth more than some countries, at least in my view.
So far it was proving to be rather effective against the threats of this world including the ghouls I'd come out here to slay after getting a contract from the local garrison. The men stationed there didn't have silver or experience fighting monsters so I would be paid well for driving away the monsters so that the bodies here could be burned or buried depending on the practics of the invaders.
My armour was the set I'd taken from the corpse of Euron Greyjoy back when I'd aided Yara Greyjoy in claiming the Iron Island. That had been a good battle and Yara had been very grateful for my aid, so much so that she'd requested that I put an hier in her. Looking back now I couldn't recall exactly why I'd much cared about siring some bastards, but it I did smile sometimes when I wondered if like Tiber Septim I might have sent up a dragonblood dyansty if Dany did have my child as planned.
As for the armour, it too was Valyrian steel and while it didn't offer as much protection as my dragonplate set it was much lighter. The armour was a set of braces along with a cuirass and a pair of dragonhide boots to go with it. Under the metal was a thick material I'd enchanted to be much more durable than it should be. I could go swimming in this armour and not have to fear drowning due to its lightweight.
The sceptre I kept in my pouch of holdong had been my attempt at making something akin to a wand, only I'd wanted something far less fragile since it needed to channel a lot of power. It was made from Valyrian Steel that was hollow enough for me to have filled it with the dragon heartstring that I'd purchased while visiting the Wizarding World The sceptre, whatever you might want to call it, was topped with a carved piece of Heart Stone which are said to be pieces of Red Mountain that scattered across Nirn when it erupted in the early Fourth Era.
As I'd hoped the sceptre worked just like a wand, only it was much stronger and it had served me as a weapon as well since Valyrian steel was very sturdy stuff. I could see why the wizard and witches of Harry Potter's world used wands, they weren't expensive, at least when compared to what it had cost me to make my staff, they fitted inside a coat and were easy to carry due to not weighing very much, but since I fought monsters I needed something that I could also use a club in a pinch and a magical focus that wouldn't burn even the flames of a dragon.
Aside from that I had a good dagger at my side, a curved elven one with a drain life enchanment upon it. Not one of my more powerful weapons, it was just the one that I'd chosen to carry that day. I also carried my pouch of holding, which I had stocked with useful items such as healing potions, some rations and enough coin to last me a while, although it was a good idea to get more as while I couldn't visit the Iron Bank and withdraw my account and I did have plenty of wealth stashed in other places such as Gringotts and the bank in the Stormwind.
However I didn't wish to open a portal to any other world right away as I didn't know how Mora had tracked me. Given how long it had taken the Prince to locate me even when I'd been making use of my ability to summon Daedra I suspected that as long as I didn't summon anything that the tentacle horror might never find me, but there was no harm in being careful and I was hardly lacking for chances to make some coin.
My current coin making job would soon be coming an end as my errand was to cleanse the battlefields of any ghouls before reporting back. They were making this easier by charging right at me as soon as they sensed me and while most people wouldn't like a group of monsters coming at them I felt fine about it.
Lightbringer didn't glow in the early morning later, but it did reflect the rays of the sun as I lashed out with the weapon. I had many years of experience fighting a great many types of foes and a magical sword so I made quick work of the first ghoul to get within close combat range. Another jumped and dodged the attack while slashing with Lightbringer. The sword was not silver, yet it had so much magic in that this didn't seem to matter. I wondered how much power the Lord of Light had placed into this weapon and what sort of price I'd paid for that power beyond performing the ritual.
"YOL TOOR SHOL!"
The world before me became consumed by a magically created inferno as the Thu'um incinerated the corpse eating creatures called ghouls. Fire seemed a very easy way of dealing with the monsters, and the only downside to this quick victory was the stink it caused.
"And I thought the falmer were disgusting" I muttered to myself.
With my job done, there being no more sign of monsters in the area, I followed the Ismena River as flowed through the nearby village and continued north. I wasn't yet familair with these lands and I no desire to get lost, nor any wish to depend too much on magic. An experienced mage such as myself could cast a spell to guide him, it was just that this wouldn't help me to learn my way around these lands.
I was mostly ignored as I moved through the village and what looks I got weren't friendly as they didn't much care for outsiders. Hardly shocking as after the Battle of White Orchard, the village lost any independence it had enjoyed when it was annexed by Nilfgaard who seemed to be trying to unite the continant much like how Tiber Septim had all those centuries ago when he created his empire.
Talos had been on mind much recently, and I found myself fiddling with the amulet I wore around my neck, one of the baubles I'd brought from the Dremora Merchant whom I'd often summoned. I dare not summon that creature again in case it somehow led Mora to these lands. I could only hope that the Prince of Knowledge turned his gaze elsewhere now that I had departed that world.
As for why I kept thinking of Talos, he'd become a god, a divine, and since I knew that the only way that I'd be safe from Mora would be to be able match him I'd considered trying to obtain godhood. It might suck all the challange out of my life, but better than tentacle rape. Perhaps I'd get lucky and one day find a safe haven for someone like me, I just wouldn't get my hopes up.
Before too long I found my way to the Nilfgaardian Garrison that was headquartered in the northwest point of the region near the mouth of the river that I'd been folllowning. I knew that it was under the command of a man called Captain Peter Saar Gwynleve as we'd met before. I didn't think he liked me as I was a sellsword in this view, even if the truth was much more complex that that, but no Witchers had get turned up so someone had to deal with all the monsters. Aside from that griffen, I was going to leave that one to the proffesionals.
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White Orchard. Temeria.
"I found out where Yennefer was heading" said Geralt to Vesemir as he took a seat at the table "She was spotted heading towards the garrison I'm going to head over there and find out where she went next".
The Witcher had just found that out the peice of information from a rather colourful character who talked to much and despite seeming harmless the White Wolf couldn't help thinking that O'Dimm would be trouble for him, either sooner or later, for now he needed to focus on Yennefer. She wouldn't have written to him if it wasn't important and she had been in this part of the world.
"I've heard something interesting" mentioned Geralt's teacher and old friend "Apprantly there's a Witcher working in this area, or at least someone who thinks he's a Witcher".
Despite his desire to be off to find Yennefer the Witcher was somewhat interested in this news. Not that anyone who didn't know him well would be able to pick up on this.
"He might be a knight" Vesemir was now saying "According to the locals he wears some fancy armour and has a magic sword, but he kills ghouls and drowners without much trouble, the only contract he hasn't taken up is the one on the Griffen. I heard that he's waiting for experts to deal with that creature".
So he wasn't some idoit then and Witchers weren't the only warriors who could fight monsters, if they were the world would have been overrun many years ago as there hadn't always been Witchers around to deal with the many threats to mankind. Granted most normal humans only battled monsters as part of a group, and even they took losses, so to find someone who could fight the lesser monsters on their own who didn't have Witcher mutations was a far thing. He might even be a monster himself, albeit a somewhat friendly one. He could even be Witcher, there were a few left in the world.
"Maybe he is a Witcher" Geralt wondered "A careful one".
Vesemir had reasons to think otherwise.
"He wears a dragon medillion" informed the older man.
That didn't make any sense.
"Never heard of dragon school" said the White Wolf.
"Because there never was one" stated Vesemir "And my thinking is that we should find out more. If nothing else we should deal with this griffin in case we don't catch up to Yen anytime soon, we could be on the road for a while".
Geralt wanted to get moving, but his mentor's words made sense, and as luck would have it the subject of their conversation had just entered the tavern. The two witchers couldn't see the door from where they sat, so it was their medillions that alerted them to the fact that someone with a grear amount of magical power had just entered this building.
The White Wolf looked over the source of magic when he came into view. He did indeed wear fancy armour, but it was scuffed and dirty meaning that it had seen use. If anything his sword must be of even higher quality and the knight (if he was a knight) never let his hand drift far from its handle. It was as if he expected trouble.
"Only one sword" commented Geralt in whisper.
Witchers always carried two and on their backs rather than at their sides.
"If it's magical enough it might not matter" commented Vesemir .
He'd seen a lot of strange things during his very long life and unless he had the chance to inspect the sword he wouldn't rule it out being effective against both man and monster.
"We should talk to him about the griffen contract" said the older Witcher "If nothing else he might have an idea of where its nesting".
Geralt wasn't one for being sociable, yet he understood well the importance of gathering information before hunting down his prey. He was about to get up and go talk to the knight when the man who raidated magic came over to them while holding three mugs of something strong.
"I hated this stuff at first" said the knight "But I'm really starting to like this Temerian rye".
The man took a swig before speaking again.
"I'm Gothic Dragonborn and you two are Vesemir and Geralt aka the White Wolf" he introduced "I'm a big fan of the Wolf school".
Geralt wasn't shocked that the stranger knew him, he'd become more than a little infamous over the years and Witchers tended to stand out.
"Odd name" commented Vesemir
The knight smiled.
"Dragonborn is more of a title than a name" he explained.
Geralt found this man to be odd, and that should have made him wary, only he didn't feel as he had when talking to O'Dimm, this knight seemed somewhat trustworthy.
"So I hear you're looking for Yennefer of Vengerberg" said Gothic.
Both of the Witchers sat up a little straighter.
"Where did you hear that?" the White Wolf wished to know.
Gothic took another swig.
"No where" he answered "I get glimpses of the future, its a dragonborn thing. If you kill the griffin she'll come to you".
Neither of the men knew what to say to that.
"I have to run an errand" said Gothic "If you want to go after the griffin with me I'll met you in the field around back in a few hours. I'd like to see some master Witchers at work".
The knight soon left and both students of the wolf school found themselves feeling confused about what had just happened.
"Interesting fellow" commented Vesemir "I wouldn't mind learning more about him".
The younger man was pondering something.
"What are you thinking, Wolf?" his mentor asked.
"I was thinking about Saskia" he answered.
Saesenthessis, commonly known amongst people as Saskia the Dragonslayer or the Virgin of Aedirn, was a dragon with the ability to take on the form of a human. She was a key player in the battle of Vergen. Right now Geralt was wondering if Saskia had a brother.
Her ideals about freedom and equality lured the oppressed from far away who soon started to call her the Virgin of Aedirn. She eventually moved to the city of Vergen in the Pontar Valley. Here, she created quite a unique city where dwarves, men, and elves lived together as equals. Though things looked great initially, a tragic event soon occurred where King Demavend III, Lord of Aedirn, was assassinated. While the late king's son, Prince Stennis, was in place as Aedirn's heir, another king, Henselt of Kaedwen, decided to take advantage of the disarray and sent an invasive force to the Pontar Valley with the intention of annexing it. Thus the prince and his noblemen joined forces with the Dragonslayer and came to the city of Vergen.
"You think this Gothic could be a dragon going around pretending to be knight" said Vesemir .
In some sense that was actually the truth, but not in the way that either of these men were thinking.
"If he is a dragon he won't need help taking on a griffin" stated Vesemir "Or anything else for that matter. Whole armies have fallen before a single dragon".
Saskia had taken human for good reasons and if she could fool people then perhaps another dragon could do the same.
"A dragon fighting a griffin would draw a lot of attention" reasoned the White Wolf "Maybe he doens't want to blow his cover. He seems to be enjoying himself".
The older witcher considered the situation. It would be wise to move carefully and to do nothing that would upset this Dragonborn because no matter he was the fact that he had great power could not be ignored. Even without their amulets both Witchers would have been able to feel it.
"We know for sure that he has a lot of power and he isn't causing anyone any harm" said Vesemir "Maybe we should have him tag along, if only to keep on him".
If this Gothic was a dragon in human form then he wouldn't need to play games with the Witchers if he meant them harm. He'd have simply laid waste to the village and been done with it. Still it would wise to keep an eye on this Dragonborn.
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White Orchard Village. Temeria.
Since I'd arrived in this world, at some point before the start of the Witcher 3 game if I was any judge, I'd been finding ways to keep myself busy that went beyond killing non-humans for anyone who was willing to pay. I wasn't greedy for coin I just knew that I would need it in the future as I'd be getting involved in the fight against the Wild Hunt, and if there was thing I knew about war, on any scale, was that it could get expensive. Sure I had the power to turn stones in gems and iron into cold thanks to transmuation, it was just that I didn't that getting out, nor did I wish to sit around all day not doing anything. The Dragonborn was not built for a sedate life.
"I came to check on Lena" I told the herbalist
Lena was a local girl who'd been hurt by the griffin that now terrorised the countryside. Her head wound had been beyond the ability of Tomira to heal and most healing magic would have failed as well as such spells worked by speeding up what the body did naturally, so fixing bones, removing brusies and closing wounds weren't that hard, but damage to the brain was something else.
Lucky for Lena I was not a normal mage, I was no god either, but as a dragon, be it on in human form, my existence isn't like that of a mortal. I can do things that other people can't. The Thu'um gives me the power to alter reality by yelling at it. Okay so that was a massive simplication of how Shouts worked, however it wasn't exactly wrong so I heal people in ways that shouldn't be possible. So all I'd needed to do was form a Shout meant to heal rather than do harm.
"She's already gone home" Tomira told me "Her family want her to rest at home".
I'd impressed the local healer by not only saving Lena, which neither of us took the credit for simply stating to be good luck or that someone's prayers had been answered, and also by brewing her up some simple magic potions. You could just throw herbs into a cauldron and get a magic potion you had to be able to activate the magical properites of the stuff you put into cauldron this is what seperates alchemy and potion making from herbal medience or soup. Hence why I could make magical potions and Tomira had to rely on more mudane methods that were less impressive in results, but no less worthy of praise due to her dedication to the healing arts.
While working on potions for her, which she would have to ration since only I could make more, she'd told me a little about her life. When Tomira was 18 years old, she was taken in by Mother Nenneke to become a healer. However, there was a young man named Goslav that all the novices, including Tomira, couldn't keep their eyes off of at work and Tomira ended up leaving the temple for him. The two spent a summer together but then Goslav left and when Tomira tried to return to the temple, Nenneke refused to take her back. Her own parents refused to say a word to her as well and simply gave her a travel cloak and a small coin pouch.
Tomira traveled for a long time, trying to find a place that was both safe and where she felt she was needed and finally ended up in White Orchard.
"So we're alone" Tomira stated.
While speaking she'd gone over to what I thought of as her work station, bending over and placing her hands on the wood surface, and sticking out her ass. It soon became clear that she no intention of performing her craft even if she was pretending do. She gave her backside a slight shake, doing her best to enticie me. Not that I responded right away since I was enjoying the show.
"Well? Are you waiting for an invitation?" she asked.
I smiled and moved over to her didn't need to be told twice, I came up behind her and pulled up the skirts she was wearing. Soon I was exposing her fat heart shaped ass to my eyes. She wasn't overweight by an means, but she was more curvy than other women around these parts.
"No smallclothes?" I asked.
People in less advanced worlds than mind don't use the word underwear.
"You can't be complaining" she replied.
I most certainly was not as there was nothing to complain about. Not when I was about to have some fun. I played with her buttcheeks for a while, enjoying how they jiggled, and how she giggled when I spanked her bottom. I kneaded the flesh of her ass with my strong hands, an action that elicited small gasps and moans from the herbalist. After some time spent playing I pulled her ass cheeks apart, revealing her puckered asshole and I noticed that she was very clean. Despite her causel attuide when I'd arrived it was clear that she'd planned this and had gone to trouble to make herself presentable for me. Something that I intended to rewards.
Not that what I did next was that reward and while she was a nice lady I'd never met a women who objected when I spanked them. Perhaps it was nothing than my natural domiance, all beasts even men bowed to the dragon, but I couldn't thinking that no matter how strong a woman gets there's still a part of her who wants a big strong man to come along and to spank her as if she's a naughty girl.
"Are you going to fuck me?" I asked.
I felt no need to rush to give into her wants since I would take what she had on offer when I wished to. Besides I did have a matter to address.
"While I am a badass monster killer I'm not sterile like a Witcher" I warned.
There was no concern in Tomira's voice.
"I have herbs for that" she said.
Seeing no reason to delay further I undid my belt. I never had any trouble getting hard enough to use my dick as a stabbing weapon and as eagerness took control of my actions Tomira gasped as a I shoved my cock inside her. No sooner was I in her than Tomira began to grind back against me trying to get as much of me inside her as she could and given the postion that was all of it. I had no trouble fitting inside her wet fuckhole, and I had no intention of letting her control the action. With that in mind I grabbed her by the hips and held her still.
With the healer in place I began to drive my hips forward, and I could now feel my dick moving in and out of her as I fucked. I sighed in pleasure and Tomira gasped. I drew back nearly pulling all the way out of her, before driving forward and resheathing the least dangerous of my swords into its tempory sheathe.
To begin with I set a slow deliberate pace as while I wanted to fill this eager sluts cunt with my seed I wasn't in any real hurry I had time before the Witchers would be prepared to go hunt the griffin. I wanted to enjoy mysellf as I felt the healer's cunt begin the process of trying to milk my seed out of my balls into her waiting womb. She might have herbs to act as birth control, but her body acted as if she was eager to bred.
Tomira moaned and whimpered as I began to speed up.
"Faster. HARDER" she demanded.
It was fun to deny this woman what she so badly wanted, yet I wanted it to so before long I pulled back my hips and then slammed back into her into with more force than she'd been expecting. I was a little impressed that she didn't cry out for me to stop, in fact she seemed to enjoy this rougher treatment, enjoying the fact that I pounding into her.
"OH YES!" Tomira called out.
When she made to move I ordered her to stay in the bent over postion. She obediently stayed still, at least in terms of changing postion, allowing me to further drill into her. The roughness and force behind my thrusts caused Tomira's workstation to shake, knocking over ingredients and other objects. It was a good thing that she lived some distance from everyone else or she'd have some complaining neigbours due to the noise and likely many envious ones as well. Not that the healer worried about this, she was calling out my name, and sounding more like a beast in heat that an intelligent woman.
I'd fucked more than my fair share of women in my life, and I knew that while romantic books spoke of making love, what women really wanted was a good hard fucking. They wanted me to bend them over and use them. Women desired to bred by me because on some level they knew that I was superioer to other men. It was always a boost to my ego.
As she reached her climax Tomira spasmed and her legs kicked out as her cunt felt as if it had tightened up around my cock. Her pussy might as well be screaming for my baby batter at the point and before long I fed its hunger with the contents of what must now be a pair of very empty balls.
"That was just what I needed" said the herbalist.
It took me a while to remember that I'd actually come here with a question in mind. It took me a while to ask since I was admiring my handiwork.
"Oh right we need buckthorn I think it's called to make bait for the griffen" I mentioned.
While I'd played through Witcher 3 more than once it had been many years ago, and while there were some points of the main mission I intended to skip as much as possible, I might just kill the bloody baron and take the Eleven Sage by force, I would need to follow the plot to some extent at to start with in order to put certain events into motion.
Tomira just pointed in certain direction and I figured that this would enough. But first I was going to lie down just for half an hour.