A gale breathed through the trees, bearing the tang of the pines that filled the valleys of western Aedirn. As dark clouds filled the sky, the snow capped peaks of the Mahakams that once glowed from the sun dimmed to a dull gray.
"Wind's howling" a gruff voice spoke up amidst the rattling leaves. A Witcher, alone in the woods cloaked in a heavy cloth, was wandering through the woods in the outskirts of a town he just left with a horse in tow. His medallion clinked ominously against his armor, but it showed no sign of foul sorcery or monsters in the area.
"Why men throw their lives away attacking an armed witcher... I'll never know. Something about my face?" he grumbled once again. To any normal onlooker, they would assume they were just hearing the crazed mutterings of a man to himself. However, to those who were fortunate enough to know the legendary White Wolf, the Butcher of Blaviken, THE Geralt of Rivia himself, they would know of his famed relationship with his horse, Roach.
"Neigh" Roach replied, surprisingly seductively. Geralt blushed, he had never been talked to by a horse this way. He rubbed his fingers together shyly and looked down. "R-Roach, where did this come from…?" he asked, hesitantly.
"Neigh" roach responded. Geralt gasped; before he could react Roach was on top of him. Roach stuck his 20 inch horse cock into Geralt's butt.
"You didn't wait for me to cast Quen, baka!" Geralt moaned. Roach responded by doubling his tempo, pounding Geralt into submission. It took all of Geralt's willpower to rummage in his pouch and pull out an elixir. He downed it, dark veins appearing on his face almost instantaneously.
"Ahh, nothing a little Swallow won't fix," Geralt said smugly, his composure regained despite the beating he was receiving in the rear. Suddenly, Geralt noticed something odd. He felt something… growing. He looked back under him to see his own cock, massively engorged.
"Damn it, that wasn't Swallow!" he moaned, realizing his reprieve was just a placebo. Now extremely horny and in massive pain from his ass being literally stretched to its limit, Geralt was making quite the ahegao face. Geralt's stomach bulged as Roach's cock reached into the farthest parts of his body, rearranging his internal organs. If it wasn't for Geralt's uniquely mutated and resilient body, he would have been dead as soon as this started. Roach's cock throbbed, and he thrusted it one last time into Geralt's sorrowful stump. As Roach filled Geralt's stomach with his seed, all Geralt could do was be thankful that the mutations made him infertile. As Geralt lay almost motionless, ruined and recovering from the ordeal he got a whiff of something familiar amidst the pine and horse cum.
"Lilac… and gooseberries!" he exclaimed in realization.
"What in blazes are you doing, Geralt!" Yennefer yelled.