The Black Overlord of Dragons and Wolves (ASOIAF & Multi) Chapter 2: Ciri & Yennefer of Vengerberg: Flashback, a X-overs + A song of Ice and Fire Crossover fanfic

The Black Overlord of Dragons and Wolves (ASOIAF/Multi)

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Summary

Crossover AU: At the age of 10, Jon found out the truth about himself. At the age of 14, Jon left Westeros for Skyrim to start his destiny. At the age of 21, Jon returns to Westeros to reclaim his right and begin his reign as Overlord of the Empire of Dragon.

Warning

This story is made of pure imagination of the author's crazy imagination. Please don't read if you're not of age or have problems controlling your imagination. The author does not encourage such things to be done by the ones mentioned above in real life. I strongly discourage 18- from reading this.

Jon, in this story, will be very dark and amoral with no sense of a moral code or reason of goodness in him. If you expect your atypical good guy to use evil powers Jon Snow, then don't read this story and don't flame me or send comments about how 'OCC' Jon is in this fic which is the story's purpose.

In addition, for those who are 18 plus, this story contains sexual material not suited for morons that cannot tell fantasy from reality. This is a work of imagination like a belly bulge; a massive dick can release a gallon of cum and unholy stamina. Do not ask me why I put this warning.

Also, warning for Gore and Extremely Dark tone of the fic.

Remember, you have been warned.

Chapter Summary

Flashback Chapter: In which Ciri and Yennefer learn the true value of total submission and obedience to the Black Overlord of Dragon and Wolves, whether they want to or not.

Theme

Dark, Slutty, Sluttifcation, Noncon-to-Dubcon, Coercion Sex, Harem, Hypnosis, Big Cock, Big Breasts, Big Ass, Cock/Body/Muscle Worship, Worshipful Sex, Mind Break, Mind Control, Brainwashing, Incest, Dom/Sub, Corruption, Moral Degradation, Humiliation, Degradation, Dark Sex Magic, Rough Sex, Fucked Silly, Breeding, Magical Clone Sex, Addictive Cum

The Black Overlord of Dragons and Wolves (ASOIAF/Multi)

Chapter Two: Ciri/Yennefer (Flashback Chapter)

In time, there was a young highborn bastard by the name of Jon Snow, the Son of Lord Eddard Stark of House Stark of Winterfell. He was a bastard who was outcast due to biased disgust toward those who were 'born of sin and lust' and affront to the honor of Lord Eddard Stark and especially his lady wife Catelyn Stark who felt nothing but hate and fear toward him, out misguided notion of him stealing her children birthright from nothing more than improperly paranoid and fear.

Even as the Bastard of Winterfell shows little to no interest in stealing the birthright of his trueborn siblings who he loves with all of his heart and soul.

All he wanted was to be accepted by people. To stand before them and look at him not with disdain or distrust, but awe and admiration. To be seen as a true man among men and hear his name cried out with a roaring boom of thousand among thousand men and women who will forever sing tales of his action of fame and glory for the rest of time.

However, it would never come true. As he was a bastard in the eyes of people and the Faith. A creature of sin and lust, born to disdain and hated by people who would never look beyond Snow that marks his name and symbol of his bastardy and stain of Lord Eddard Stark honor and constant reminder of Lady Catelyn Stark of her husband infidelity and his unyielding loyalty and love to the women who made a good place in the stoic but noble heart of the Lord of Winterfell.

The cold, bitter realization of his place in the heart of Jon Snow who felt in the cold rage at the unfairness of his bastardy. It wasn't fair that he was treated less than dirt just because of his birth and biased notion of the Seven Kingdom. The Bastard of Winterfell was sicked and tired of the cold disdain and derision in the eyes of the people who look down on him and told him he would never amount to anything but be forgotten stain in the eyes of the people and meager shadow in the presence of his Trueborn children of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn Stark.

The Bastard of Winterfell accepts it with cold bitterness and realization and his future to either join the Night Watch where he spends the rest of his days as Black Brother of the Night Watch until died in duty or when he is an old man, forgotten by the Seven Kingdom sans the selected few people who knew of him…

...Until a certain night where he stumbles upon Lord Eddard Stark and his uncle Benjen Stark arguing about him. Where he heard of the shocking discovery of the truth of himself and of his secret birth. The night when Jon Snow the Bastard of Winterfell dies and the renascence of the Third Overlord of the Dark Tower and the Dragon Emperor of the Empire of Dragon was born with the grand ambition to make reign far exceed his forefathers and to make those who dare stand before him pay for their transgression against him…

...No matter the price of it...

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…Location: Dark Tower - The Private Quarters - The Overlord Bedroom

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Overlord Tyraegon Targaryen better known as Jon Ysmir Stormcrown, the Black Overlord of Dragon and Wolves of the Empire of Dragon sat in his personal bedroom, on the edge of the large and wide king-size bed. His strong, scarred, and battle-hardened body is bare and vulnerable in the cold morning air and the enchantment in the bedroom that kept the room nice and cold for the young man who was born and raised in the North of the Seven Kingdom and grown in the harsh and dangerous province of Skyrim the Old Kingdom where he became true Warrior of the North.

He stares at the floating orb that floats in midair before his very eyes, the orb showing the aged visage of Gnarl, the aged but very much-feared Minion Master of the Minion horde with sharp, cold but highly smoldering grey eyes that cowed the many heart and soul of the lesser individual with a mere sight of his dark penetrating eyes.

"[Your Sire. They have captured them and are waiting inside of the Throne Room for your audience.]" Gnarl said with a twisted but courteous smile on his deeply weathered and sinister face, with his yellow eyes on the tall young dark-haired man.

He nodded his head at the ancient being. "Good," He said to himself and stared right into the eyes of Gnarl. "I shall be down there to meet with them." He replied calmly with a slight smirk. His sullen-grey eyes narrowed in fiery yet stoic gaze that brimmed with supreme air of authority, daunting menace and pure malevolence.

Gnarl bowed his head and replied. "I shall be waiting for you in the Throne Room, Sire."

With that said and done. The feed of the orb was cut off and leaving the orb blank and showing the hardened-but-handsome face of Jon who stare at the orb for brief moment before he discard the orb with a wave of his hand as he stood up from his bed, as the sheets fall off his lower body, revealing he was nude the day he was born as he summoned up a long, ornate blood-red hooded cloak and pair of dark breeches and pair of tall armored boots, but he wore no shirt, showcasing his wide and muscular torso, and the many testament of battle-earned scars and large, glowing tribal-esque tattoos on his strong warrior physique. He left his curly thick, unkempt flowing dark hair loose on his mighty, broad shoulders and framed his hardened, handsome and bearded face like a curtain, showing his bright, grey eyes and sharp menacing glower in them.

He glanced backward on the bed. Seeing nothing but a pile of the gorgeous fucked-unconscious nude women, in a blissful and sweaty state, with their wombs filled to the brim with the hot steaming cum that was as thick and fertile as bull-in-heat. These gorgeous women that were on his bed ranged from human to elves to beastkin to even divine folks who were enslaved to his dark will and obeyed him as by the primordial law of conquest and power.

A small but proud smile on his lips as he turned his sight away from the glorious sight of his fucked silly harem and made his way down into the throne room to attend to his business in the throne room and the people that his loyal and competent men had captured on his order alone.

'Let's see if the Princess of the Kingdom of Cintra and Lady Yennefer of Vengerberg could be 'convinced' into joining my campaign against the Nilfgaardian Empire and Northern Kingdoms.' The Dragonborn-Overlord thought with sinister glee in his mind, as his cold piercing grey eyes flash in the bright and unnatural shade of malicious yellow and his human pupil shifted into the dark predatory slit of Dovah.

It was time to meet with them...and begin his plan...

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...Location Transition: Dark Tower - Throne Room…

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To say Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon had a problem would be the understatement of cataclysmic proportions. The ashen-haired Cintran along with the raven-haired Aedirnian stood inside of the Throne Room waiting for the audience of the 'Overlord of the Dark Tower' with the ancient brown goblin-esque creature whose name was Gnarl who stare at them with maniacal leer on his aged face and the towering giant of a man whose was known as Ebony Warrior who stare at them with an impassive air of silence and forbearance as his large powerful hands were on the pommel of the huge black claymore sword to come into the throne room.

She glanced at Yennefer who was gagged and chained quite heavily with dimeritium shackles that surpassed her access to her impressive reservoir of her dangerous magical abilities that made her well-known as a powerful mage that nobody don't want to get on her bad side (which the people within the room did but honestly don't care). The sheer fury and rage that twisted the beautiful countenance of the woman who was her mother in all but blood and title was quite remarkable. As the beautiful and deadly woman who was quite cold and imperious at times, but due to the factor of getting captured along with being treated in this manner made the temperamental woman quite eneraged to say the least to Ciri and the other two stood in the throne room

Ciri has no clue who this 'Overlord' guy is or his reasons regarding them. All she knew about the bastard was that he was the reason why they were captured in the first place; a well-hidden trap that was made for them and they walked right into it like they were nothing but a moronic pair of ill-prepared and inexperienced novices with no wit in their mind. Which fueled the flame of rage in her heart as she clenched her bare hands into a tight fist as her mind conjured up with thoughts of punching the bastard right in the face for daring to piss her off and put her and Yennefer into this situation in the first place.

She was going to…

"Your Majesty. You have greatly blessed us with your presence and audience." Said Gnarl. Interrupting Ciri's train of thoughts as she along with Yennefer turn their sight on the one who is supposed to be the 'Overlord' who entered the Throne Room.

When she set her eyes on him. She kind of has sort of a hypothetical image of what the Overlord guy is supposed to look like. Tall muscular man in his mid 30's or possibly in his early 40's with grizzled veteran look and clad in huge, heavy jet-black plate armor that was designed to intimidate people just by looking at the armor alone. No doubt the man could be old enough to be her father and the kind of man who is nothing but pure ambition, greed and malevolence made flesh. A harsh-hearted man who is brutal in action and intention who craved violence, death, and absolute mastery over all he deemed his. A man who is quick to take offense, slow to forgive, and fearsome in his wroth. Preferring to use fire and steel and brutal warmongering tactics over settling issues through discussion and diplomacy and negotiations to take what he wants.

However, instead of an older, harsh-featured man in large black armor that entered the throne room. She saw a handsome young man with fair yet pale skin and sharp handsome countenance who stood very tall and proud with a dark imposing presence which curtained the entire room the moment he entered the room. He has thick, unkempt long black hair and small well-groomed beard, sharp grey eyes with cold but mesmerizing stare and a very-defined and powerful physique with wide muscular torso and gorgeous chiseled abs, and he dressed in simple yet elegant manner with long, flowing and ornate blood-red cloak and jet-black breeches with tall pair of heavy armored boots.

Ciri along with Yennefer eyes couldn't help but look at him up and down of his perfect body with reluctant interest and desire in their searching gaze as they followed him walking toward the large throne with calm and confident stride and up until he took a seat on the large dark throne.

He stared down at them with a hardened gaze which quickened the raw sensations swirling within the heart of Ciri and Yennefer who felt so unimaginably weak and powerless to the huge muscular incubus of a man.

"Gnarl. Supreme Commander Klerkca." He speaks up with a deep, dark baritone voice with a smooth northern accent. Was it wrong to feel aroused by the rumbling baritone note of his voice? And the hardened gaze of the sitting man who has an unearthly dark handsomeness that makes her feel more like a naive maiden instead of a hardened woman who has seen too much darkness and grimness in her childhood up to her young adult years.

"Yes, your ?" Said Minion Master Gnarl and Supreme Commander Avih Klerkca the Ebony Knight who stood in attention of his young liege and master.

"You have done excellent service for me, and you shall be greatly rewarded." He started off with approval toward the tall black-armored giant of a man. "Especially you Supreme Commander deserved to be richly rewarded." Finished the Stark-Targaryen Overlord who set his mighty penetrating gaze on the towering behemoth of a man who gazed back at him.

"I have no need for a reward. I am nothing more than but you're a sworn Sword until either death or you have no need of me." Replied Avih in a polite and humble tone of voice. His low rumbling voice thick with strong air of loyalty and obedience of an honor-bound warrior who took his oath of fidelity very seriously.

They watched on as the dark-haired youth sat in brief silence but he simply nodded his head. "If that is your wish, Supreme Commander?" He asked diplomatically with a raised brow in the air.

"That is my wish." He affirmed his decision toward the young but cold-as-ice northern born man.

He chuckles, his dark baritone that reverberates through the mind and soul and body of Ciri and Yennefer who once again felt the undeniable sensation and the irresistible urge to submit to the man before them. As if it was natural for them to submit to the handsome and powerful incubus-god of a man.

"Once again you're far too modest and humble for your own good, but I shall respect your wishes." He said with a sharp smirk which shamefully moisten up the undergarment of Ciri and Yennefer who witnessed that near-literal panties-wetting smirk of the exceptionally good-looking and well-muscled man. "If that's your choice. You're dismissed and free to leave the throne room to return to your duties."

The Supreme Fleet Commander of the Empire of Dragon militaries and the Black Fist of the Empire of Dragon who nodded his head and made his way out of the throne room with a heavy boom to the hard footsteps of his huge armored boots.

He immediately disregarded his Supreme Fleet Commander and the Fist of the Empire of Dragon (and of his advisor who took his leave as he got other business to attend to when felt his presence was no longer needed) regarded Ciri and Yennefer with keen eyes.

"I am sorry for rudely ignoring you two at the moment," His coldly deep baritone voice set in an even tone of speaking with the soverigian edge of supremacy. This will not happen again as I assure you…I will put a good deal of my attention with you two….especially you princess..." He said in a calm yet ominous tone with his sharp eyes simmering in pure intensity and vehemence as he got up from his throne and went toward the raven-and-ashen-haired women who stare at him with a weary expression on their faces. Uncertain of his intention, but was aware it wasn't noble or pure as the duo's stare on the cold, baleful eyes of the young man.

Soon enough, the dark-haired brawny-figured young man toweringly stand before them. His strong presence is extremely dark and intimidating with intensely forceful pressure that bear heavily on them and subtly instilled a undeniable sense of primal submission and total obedience into them. Yet at the same time, they could not deny the raw attraction to his well-rugged physique that brimming with powerful muscles upon muscles which combined with his otherworldly handsome good looks and the fearful but incredibly magnetic presence that was lurking around him like a second layer of skin. Made them feel so many conflicting feelings toward the handsome bastard of a man who gave them a dark, fearsomely ravenous grin that broke his stone-cold stoicism that was on his handsome visage.

"I am going to be taking good care of the two of you," He put a massive hands on the duo as he gave their shoulders a firm squeeze in a subtle show of assertiveness and dominance. "You two shall be under my hospitality as my guest...

'Yeah right. 'Guest' my sorry arse.' Ciri sardonic thought, her lips deepened into deep displeasure frown, even as her cheeks were red and burning and her heart skipping a beat from the immediate presence of the tall, dark, strong and very much handsome son of a bastard of a man

"...just like the rest of the great figures of importance who were invited to be part of something much bigger and more important than anything they hoped…"

'What on fuckin' earth is he on 'bout/What is this fool talking about?' Ciri and Yennefer simultaneously thought as they felt growing existential dread as the man slowly prowled around them with cold methodical steps.

The man continued on with his speech as he said. "...and as all of them came to me and became my devoted supporters after hearing my vision and ambition of domination of the Known World as its one and true Emperor of the Known World." He stopped behind them as he placed both of his huge, powerful, manly hands on the head of ashen-haired Cintran and raven-haired Aedireen who froze at his daunting feeling of his big bear-like hands that dwarfed their entire head like a half-helm.

He let go of their head and walked around them so he faced them with cold, malicious eyes."And those who opposed my vision…" Ciri and Yennefer felt a deep sense of dread and anxiety as he held up a hand which sparks with malevolent electrical energy around the hand.

"...I managed to convince them otherwise…" He said his piece to them as he aimed his hand at the duo where the raw malevolent energy coated the hand.

The moment he aimed his hand at them. Ciri and Yennefer immediately knew what the dark-hearted man was going to do with them; he was going to use the foul magic to take away their free will and their memories. They knew they must fight off the foul brainwashing magic or they'll be nothing more than tool of conquest and be reduced to that of a submissive, obedient sex slave for his vile urges for the rest of their lives until death claimed them. Even as they admit they do feel a slight (if potent) attraction to the highly attractive man, he still was a vile-hearted man who was going to turn them into his instruments of conquest and sex slave for his depraved urges.

"I will never submit to you!" Said Ciri with strong defiance in her voice and glare in her emerald eyes with Yennefer giving off the same defiant glare in her sharp violet eyes brimming with aggression of her indomitable spirit of defiance.

The Northern Overlord responded to their defiance with a wide, vile grin on his visage. "You got spirit. Lets see how long your spirits and defiances can last against my Overlord magic?" He unleashed the torrent of dark brainwashing magic that was an extension to his will to corrupt and dominate everything in sight.

Ciri and Yennefer screamed in anguished pain as the vile magic hit them. Trying to corrupt them and dominate their soul under his dark and powerful will. Fighting with all of their spirits and defiances to the best of their abilities against the dark onslaught of the corruptive feeling of the forbidden brainwashing magic that was utterly vile to feel on a mental and spiritual level, but the powerful and corruptive magic was more powerful than their collective willpower as they felt their mind slowly succumbed to the potent power of the vile, corruptive brainwashing magic.

The Northern-blooded Targaryen smirks as he witness the power of his corruptive brainwashing magic work it charms on the fit, beautiful duo; he watched on with sheer depraved glee as they started to moaned out his name and calling him 'Master', all the while they feel each other up with vivid expression of sheer horniness on their red-faced and lust-drunken visage. They even go as far as to tear off their shirts to reveal their firmly athletic and juicy-looking perky B-cup breasts and the hard erected nubs that were their nipples in his cold, dark and lustful grey eyes.

Their resistance to the vile power of the Overlord magic was crumbled to dust as the large musclebound and dark-haired warlord erased all traces of their strength of defiance that was turn to nothing but dust by the time he was he finished rewriting and reshaping their mind and soul under the careful manipulation and warping of his malicious brainwashing magic.

Under the last remaining minutes of corrupting them to that of a nice and obedient slave. The duo collapsed on the floor of the throne room; their will was broken and their soul belonged to him for the rest of their long natural life.

The Overlord took one look at the broken pair with cold but delighted eyes as he strutted toward to them with a wide devilish grin on his face

"Hmmm...Perfect." He said to himself as he grabbed onto the duo and hefted them on his large, mighty shoulders with a dark, deep chuckle escaping his lips as he exited out of the empty throne room and onto his bedchambers with his sharp, shimmering grey shining with a malicious glow.

This? This was going to be fun...

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...Location Transition: Dark Tower - The Private Quarters - The Overlord Bedroom

After a brief journey to his chamber, it was quite delightful to be laying down on his soft comfortable bed with his latest beautiful concubine-slave, without a shed of clothing on them as they held onto his massive, behemoth cock in their hands. The sheer size and girth of obese and humongous cock were outstanding and out of the world, with almost no equal to compare.

Yennefer mused that he was certainly bigger than Geralt who was a fairly well-endowed man with fairly sizeable girth and length, with Ciri who was virgin and had no comparison with the exception of an adult donkey in length and girth.

And the sheer thought of having this thick throbbing beast of a cock inside them watered two of their top and bottom mouths quite profoundly.

Leaning forward, the beautiful ashen-haired and gorgeous raven-haired wastes no more of the powerful young warlord's time on their reverence to his awe-inspiring sight of his large and glorious cock. They have their duties and honor as his concubine to attend to, and they're more than determined to give him the best time to the best of their abilities and competence…

...As the ashen-haired Lion Cub of Cintra took on his bulbous cock-tip and swallowed it down to each to each inches due to her lack of sexual inexperience but make it up with passion enthusiasm to bring him pleasure, with Yennefer licking up and down on the rugged side of his veiny pillar of a cock, her soft pink tongue trace the vein with the tip of her tongue and using bit of making to enhance her tongue-worship and bring pure bliss and pleasure to his cock.

Jon rumbled out a guttural moan as the brain-dominated sluts work on his cock like the good little cunt they are. As he felt his couple of his cock-meat in the tight, virgin throat of the ashen-haired Cintran princess and the raven-haired Aedirnian socress work on his thick, veiny side and his swollen fertile nutsack with her full, cocksucking lips and worshiful tongue. With his large powerful hands and his strong, rugged fingers curled around their silky, smooth hair and gave it a harsh, domineering tug on their hair to exert his vast overwhelming sexual power and dominance over the two fit, gorgeous sluts who mewled lustfully and wantonly with glowing hearts in their bright, shimmering violet and emerald-green eyes.

The Overlord saw them take turns globbering down on his thick throbbing pillar of man-meat. He saw as they devoured his throbbing pole like a starving predator devouring the flesh slab of meat from fleshly killed prey. He watched with devilish delight in his sharp simmering eyes burning with volcanic hunger and desire.

"GAGHK–! GAGHK–! GAGHK–! GAGHK–!"

The beautiful sound of two beautiful cunts gagging on his thick manhood was music for the powerful and handsome young man. One of his favorite music to hear as he let out a roaring growl of contentment escape out of his lips as he set his eyes, the unnatural color of unblessed flame of hellfire from the deepest part of the Infernal Realms. "Oh fuck!~ You two are doing fine," He said to them, his enriching voice dark as the void yet as smooth as honey. "You're making your master good. Keep it up and soon enough...You two are in for a good delicious reward~!" He finished with a dark grin spread across, his strong, fine-featured, handsome face, with his soft yet deep and authoritarian voice oozing with the sweet and domineering charm that sent shivers down the spine of Ciri and Yennefer who's already soaked pussies get even soaker and wetter than before just from the richness and darkness of his dark, powerful and incredibly charismatic-sounding baritone voice.

After a few minutes of getting his cock worshipped. His large, magnificent piece of manhood explode like a volcano; with thick deluge of the hot, creamy cum filling upthe mouths and covering the faces and perky tits of the slutty duo's of fuck-slaves. They moans, mewled and cooed at the wondrous sensations of the one-man bukkake party of the fat-dicked young stud who let out deep, dark and utterly primal growling moan as his cock exerted it domination over the sexy, athletic whores who came on the spot from the warm, sticky sensation of the rich cum on their beautifully petite, yet highly athletic figure that made the dragon within him roar out it desire to mark it dominance over the duo's.

And he shall. As he pushed the duo off his cock and the duo instinctively understood what he desires as they got on all fours. A perfect position that suits these two pairs of bitches who were nothing but horny sluts underneath the mask and reputation they have built upon themselves. And he was the one who break them out of the notion they weren't anything but cunt-bitches for virile, powerful, big-dicked man like him who set them in their new place as his woman and agent of conquest for these lands his eyes had been on since he arrive into this world.

Starting with claiming the maidenhood from the beautiful, hard-willed woman who will be the instrument of conquest over Northern Kingdoms and the Nilfgaardian Empire as he moves over to the gorgeous warrior who was wet and ready to be devoured by the likes of him.

So without a moment to waste or any sort of hesitation from him. The dark-haired Overlord takes his right and claims the unclaimed maidenhood of the Princess of the Northern Kingdom of Cintra in a single, harsh thrust that puts all of his lengthy humongous manhood right deep into her cervix and up into her moist womb that made her thin yet well-toned stomach bulge quite bit due to the sheer girth and length of his glorious piece of manhood into her.

With the beautiful ashen-haired youth yelped out in pain of having her maidenhood claimed so roughly, before it shift into a wanton moan of pleasure as her hands clawed on the sheet of the bed and her back arches like a cat as her tits bounce up and down once more with the power of his massive thrusts. He was so unbearable thick and big inside her, and it too all of Ciri willpower to not lost her mind at the fast, brutal onslaught of the strong domineering sex with the overpowering sorcerous warlord…

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK—!

...And it did little to help her as her gorgeous, athletic body went after orgasm after orgasm that wrecked her mind like a glass box against a giant sledgehammer. Each of the explosive orgasms lead asunder and ruinous destruction on her poor virginal cunt that was so deliciously vulnerable and weak against to the fast, harsh, domineering thrusting that was outright telling her that she was nothing but mere weak, submissive cumwhore to raw, powerful and virile young stud-muffin like him who was the living embodiment of pure unadulterated power and sheer unrestrained dominance that have her screaming by the end of it as her bright emerald green eyes glowed with sheer lust and pleasure and her tongue hanging shamelessly out of her sexy, soft lips.

As while the Northmen Overlord kept his deep, powerful machine-esque thrusting in her tight quim, he took the moment to slap her nice, firm ass-cheeks. He slapped each of her cheeks with a quick yet harsh slap that made the fit ashen-haired beauty scream in ecstatic, rapturous pleasure as she experienced another massive, explosive orgasm that laid complete and utter ruinous pleasure and sexual gratification all over and inside her of spasming, hyper-sensitive cunt.

With Yennefer doing nothe else but watching on with envy glint to her bright, glowing violet eyes as she rubbed her wet, needy pussy with one hand as she watched on the beefy and broad-shouldered young man laid his daunting dominance and force on her adoptive daughter like the powerful and mighty conquering warlord he was. How she wish it was her that was getting her slutty pussy ruined by that thick slab of man-meat that was akin to a fucking donkey then a human male, even Geralt for all his natural sexual prowess and sizeable cock didn't compare to his cock or the raw display of his domineering sexual prowess that made her feel so wet at the sheer sight of the rough dominating sex that he was inflicting on her daughter.

A few minutes more of the rough and dominating sex. The black-haired youth spoke, his voice gravelly and throaty with primal hunger and lust.

"I am getting close to cumming. Hope you're ready to take my superior dragon cum and become one of my many broodwhores. Did you know that men with the blood of dragons are so virile and fertile that they can have multiple children in a single setting and can even impregnate a infertile, barren women without fault or failure in impregnation success?"

Yennefer and Ciri heart skip a beat, and then both of them shamefully orgasm at the sheer thought of getting impregnated with his child. Especially for Yennefer who has been longing for a child of her own, and to believe the man who was her master can make her deepest wishes come true.

Ciri herself exploded in sheer, unrestrained pleasure as she cum on the spot with a loud, bellowing guttural scream that shook the foundation of the bedchamber. Her secret kink of getting bred by a powerful and virile warlord was exposed by him and his amazing cock. Her slim, athletic physique shake and shiver in utter sexual bliss and enjoyment

The Overlord just laughed at her visceral reaction of her imminent impregnation, before he amped up the speed and force of his deep and powerful thrusting deep into her moist fertile womb, before a thick deluge of hot white cum splashed right deep into it. His creamy juice overfilled her womb until more than enough cum exploded out of her cunt and stained the soft fur-sheets of his bed with its mixed fluids.

As Jon pulled out his hard cumming cock and covered her shapely backside and her hair with his hot thick viscous to mark his domination over the athletic warrior-princess with a victorious aura of supremacy around him who took a single look at the princess, a wide dark smirk of pride and contentment spreading across his well-chiseled and attractive visage as the sight of the semi-comatose slut was a sight he will never forget about. Her firm, perky buttock up in the air and her cunt, gaping like a bleeding wound and seeping out thick deluge of cum onto the sheet, and mewling in pure blissful pleasure.

He slowly turned his bright passionate yellowish-grey eyes on the gorgeous mature sorceress with pure passion and lust swirling behind them as he spoke in a soft yet dark tone of dominance and oppression.

"You are next, slut." He said to Yennefer with intense stare in his piercing eyes, as he exert out the sheer overwhelming weight and force of his Overlord magic in the bedchamber that crashed down on the mind of Yennefer who rolled her eyes behind her skull and squirted out her love juice onto the sheets with zero shame in the normally proud and dignified woman.

This pale young musclebound man, who's her one and only true Master and the embodiment of power and dominance. A man who is a born conqueror and true warrior who women by sheer force and cow them into total submissive obedience and compliance.

A shuddering shiver ran down her spine as she set her bright violet eyes on the domineering, intense stare of the tall, dark and herculean young man with deep submission and passionate lust toward the young conquering warlord.

"Yes...I am next…"

The lips of Overlord Jon's split up into wide, dark and wicked grin as he prowl toward the beautiful, fit and graceful form of Yennefer of Vengerberg with raw sensual hunger to dominate and ravage the gorgeous raven-haired mature woman and make her bear his progeny like the good, breedable baby factory she was...

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...Timeskip: Fifteen Minutes Later...

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"Ugh! Fuck yes I do! Fuck me, Master!" Screamed Yennefer as she stood on her two shaky legs and her hands on the edge of the massive-sized bed with her sexy medium-sized perky breasts bouncing wildly and her tight ass ripple with the thrusting of the black-haired, handsome and powerfully built young man piston in and out of her tight cunt with his thick battering ram of a cock. "Fuck your stupid worthless slut!" She screamed even louder and harsher as she bounces her tight bubble booty the big fat cock of the tall, strong, black-haired, fair-skinned and musclebound giant of a man who was brimming with sheer dominating lust and desire to fuck and breed the gorgeous sorceress from Vengerberg.

A deep malicious chuckle came out his lips as a wide dark grin spread across on his well-featured, handsome visage from ear to ear, as he grabbed hold of her thick lock and pulled back, hard and harsh to assert his domination over the stunning woman, and the wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh grows all the harsher.

"Do you wish to breed?" He asked, his low and powerful tone of voice dripping darkness and sheer sexual malice as drive his big, powerful cock reached deeper, rougher and harder into the hot, moist room of her womb with unnerving ease, his hips moving with the skills and experience of a well-traveled lover of many sexual conquest and domination. "To be the one of the many mothers of my progeny? To have your stomach grow round and heavy with my kin? To have your teats grow even fatter and full of milk for my offspring to drink from?" He finished asking the mature sorceress as he use the power of his magic to enhance the sensitivity of her pussy tenfold and to make each of her orgasm more powerful and potent then the last to left a deep impression of his carnal prowess on the brainwashed wench

The dark urges to fuck and breed the stunner of a enchantress was undeniable and unquestionable. He was man possessed; a dark man consumed by the indomitable urge to fuck and breed the wench he was pounding into oblivion of nirvana as her loud guttural screams of pleasure was music to the dark lord as he moved his massive, powerful hands from her hips to her perky teats and gave the pair of delectable melons a nice squeeze, infusing magicka into the tip of his fingers to enhance the sensitivity of her beautiful and lithe yet curvy hourglass figure like a very well-experienced and accomplished master puppeteer with his puppets.

The sheer sensation of the dark but extremely powerful magicka he was infusing into her delectable figure made the mature raven-haired beauty who was a slave in soul and mind as the primordial law of conquest and domination. With him being the dominator of will and body and the slender yet curvaceous mature woman as his nice, submissive breeding slave.

With Yennefer utterly hapless to fight or defend against the waves after waves of pure unadulterated pleasure coursing through her slim and shapely frame. Weak against the battering-ram cock wrecking and sundering the moist inside of her womb with fierce, explosive and ruinous force that instilled a primal imprintations of pleasure of utter and complete submissive obedience that made the normally strong-willed and obstinate-minded woman into a weak, mewling shell of a woman who cannot do anything but moan and mewl like a good little cunt-slave she was to the one true lord and conqueror of the many Known World.