We all have had the pleasure to read, witness, and play the Witcher, be it the games, books, movie, tv shows, and everything in between, but what if I told you there was someone else, someone in between, a boy, a Young Witcher whose repeated Trials have given him a unique gift, lack of sterility. The boy was taken in by the School of The Cat, but after their fall fell into the Hands of three other Witcher Schools, the School of The Bear, the School of The Griffin, and the School of The Wolf. The boys name is Artur, a boy of Redanian and Temerian Royal Blood, through an affair between King Radovid V of Redania, and Adda of Temeria before the birth of Adda the White. The child being the cause of a Political Scandal was sent to the Witcher School's because of the stain. However, upon the Birth of Princess Adda, Foltest, wishing for his daughter to have a sibling of her own sought out his nephew. But the Cat's being their heartless selves told Foltest he'd died undergoing the Mutations. Not long after the School was wiped out and the young Artur was sent to the School of The Bear, whose Trials of the Grasses which Artur was given to stabilised the incomplete Mutations of the School of The Cat, but remained incomplete, only the Mutations of the School of the Griffin who primed the Mutations and increased his Signs and Senses, before the Wolf School created a Perfect Witcher in the Young Artur, or so they thought.
Because of the repeated Trials, Artur was forced to break and repair his mentality constantly, and on top of that his Elder Blood abilities, being born of both a Latent and an Activator Bloodline, for the first time, produced a Male with the Full Elder Gene of Lara Dorren. But because it was a primarily Female Gene, it caused his Elder Powers to be half-powered when compared to someone like Cirilla. The funny thing is the New Gene itself was a Mutation in and of itself, which being a male gene of a Female Gene, meant that it produced odd things. The Repeated Trial of the Grasses turned the Gene off and on, the Gene itself was active, but the Incomplete Mutations of the Cat School changed the Elder Gene, the Bear School turned the Gene back on, the Griffin School turned it off, and finally the Wolf School permanently activated it, but at the cost of lower raw power with each Trial. This and his mental state required hands on help, and Ciri was a key part of it. The two fell in love, but the fractured mind of Artur made things confusing, and Artur went on to have relationships with several women, not fully conscious of most of it.
After Rivia, Artur became a proper Witcher, so to speak. He cultivated a reputation of Integrity, Professionalism, and Honesty, but of course there were small bits of infamy. Nilfgaard in particular didn't like him, because he butchered an entire garrison for breaking his Contract Terms. Killling a number of Nobles as well.
This is the story of The Witcher Artur of Tretogor, a man whoses story is complex and simple in varying points...This is the Story of the Witcher King...
(Novigrad)
Artur was walking the streets of Novigrad, he had a deal with the King of Beggars and Sigi Reuvan, Bedlam gave him protection and money, while Ruevan or more accurately Dijkstra provided him the safe haven to help wage a Civil War against his Father's tyrannical reign. Artur and Dijkstra had been trying to find enough Mages, Alchemists, and Soreceresses in order to take Radovid's Head, Artur himself had already found Ida, Francesca Findabair, and had heard rumors about the locations of Keira Metz, Triss Merigold, Fringilla Vigo, Philippa Eilhart, Margarita Laux-Antille, and Sheala de Tanceville. Out of those Soreceresses Artur had had relations with all but Sheala, Francesca, and Fringilla. Yes, Artur had been in the Bed with Philippa Eilhart, laugh it up, but in his defense he was technically raped by her at the time since Philippa was both stressed, horny, and slightly intoxicated.
Of the others he'd taken to bed He actually had a real and genuine attraction to Triss, Margarita, Keira, and Ida. Before the Witch Hunters started their Hunts he'd been in a very enjoyable embrace with Triss, who had left him her rush to escape the Hunters, which was how he came to be at the Putrid Grove awaiting the arrival of said Redheaded Sorceress. ''Ah, miss Merigold, lovely to see you again, I take it your here to see the King?'' Asks The Gate Guard.
''Yes, though I don't appreciate the summons to my hideout.'' Says Triss's unmistakable voice.
''Yes, well, you see, the King was asked to do so by Sigi Reuvan you see, Mister Reuvan recently found a certain prince you would be interested in meeting, specifically the last Male heir to the Temerian Throne.'' Says The Guard.
''What? But Prince Boussy died.'' Says Triss.
''He means me, hey Triss.'' Says Artur.
''Artur? Your Temeria's last Prince?'' Asks Triss surprised.
''Yes, and Redania's, odd, seeing as my sister and cousin are the Queen and ward of Redania. I am Artur, son of Radovid and Adda of Temeria, half-brother and stepson to Redania's Queen, Temeria's Adda the White, and cousin to Princess Anais.'' Says Artur as he reveals his Royal Ring, the one thing his mother let him that he has left.
''So you mean to tell me I've been actively sleeping with the man who has been hunting and persecuting my Sisters of the Lodge?'' Asks Triss, but given her notoriety for sharp wit, it's obvious the offense is mock and false.
''Don't be so surprised I told you I was a Prince among Men and Monsters, not my fault that you took it for a between the sheets joke.'' Says Artur in a casual and flippant shrug.
They enter the room he'd been renting at the grove and Artur presses Triss against the wall and himself against her. Her hands glide across his armored chest even as Artur gropes her. ''You left me to fight the Witch Hunters in the nude, that wasn't very fair now was it?'' Says Artur in a low growl, and Triss Whimpers in arousal as he grinds against her. ''You know, I'm the only Witcher who's able to bear children, and I really want you to give me one Trissy.'' Says Artur and Triss quickly begins to press back against Artur's body, fighting for dominance. ''Oh no you don't, last time I let you have control you left me tied to the bed, Prick pointed up sky high as Witch Hunters Broke down the Door. As I said Triss, I want you to bear me a child, after all, as the Future Grand Court Sorceress of Redania and Temeria you'll have responsibilities.'' Says Artur as Triss pauses at that last bit, given Artur the opportunity to slap a pair of Dimeritium cuffs on her and tienher to the bed.
''Redania and Temeria? You mean to take the throne?'' Asks Triss.
''That and more, Dearest, My father has to be stopped, and as the last male heir to his Throne and Temeria's I'm in the best position to do so, but I can't do so alone. I've already got the Support of Several Temerian and Redanian Families, and Ida, Francesca Findabair, and all I'll need is the support of you, the other Sisters of the Lodge, and At least two independent Kingdoms, namely Kovir and Poviss, and Lyria and Rivia. I'm making in roads to Skellige, but nothing worth your weight in beauty.'' Says Artur as Triss giggles.
''This Grand Court Sorceress Job, what will it entail?'' Asks Triss.
''I wish to unify the Northern Lands with an Empire that will forever stall Nilfgaard's advance, Redania, Temeria, Kaedwen, Aedirn, Lyria and Rivia, Kovir and Poviss, I plan to sit as the High King, and with you as my Grand Court Sorceress you will command the entirety of Magical governance and study, you will be required to accompany me at all times and wherever I travel, you will be by my side, I will build a Fortress on the Temerian and Redanian Border, that sill servd as the Capitol of the newly unified Kingdoms, you as Grand Court Sorceress will be required to appoint a Sorceress to serve as the Court Sorceress and First Minister of each Kingdom under the Empire's banner, with two Soreceresses to serve you as your aides.I also wish to revive the Witcher School's, but with a new guiding hand. having undergone several Trials of Grasses my lifespan is enough to guide them and our descendants.'' Says Artur as he plants kisses on Triss's neck and collarbone.
''You say you want an Empire, but will you be another Radovid or Emhyr?'' Asks Triss.
''No, While I sit as the High King, each Kingdom will have near-complete autonomy, but the passing of new laws, Acts of War, and Magical of Witcher related matters fall under the purview of myself and my successors. Most of Kaedwen and Aedirn have fallen under Redania's Banner, as has Temeria, and soon Novigrad, if I'm to have any chance I need your help to take down my father and assume total control of the Combined Kaedweni, Aedirnian, Temerian, and Redanian Militaries to push Nilfgaard back forever.'' Says Artur as he unbinds Triss's hands to pull her into his lap.
''If you prove as adept at keeping promises as you are in bed, you've got my support.'' Says Triss, as she goes to remove his armor.
Artur reluctantly stops her. ''Not now, you and I have to get to a meeting, Sigi and Bedlam have given me their support and have strong armed that little shit stain Cleaver into supporting me, in exchange I place the Church under Bedlam's thumb and Sigi becomes my First Minister and resumes his previous position in Redania's Intelligence Service, Hell in turn bring in Roche, Thaler, John Natalis, and Ves. Father's claim to Temeria is bound by Adda and failing that Anais, with Radovid here, I have an opportunity to get into his organisation and secure myself an opportunity to assassinate him and take Anais and Adda for myself. But I'll need a sacrificial Lamb, a Mage or Sorcereress high enough to get his attention but not important enough to damage our goals." Says Artur.
Triss is deeply conflicted, but she wants a sense of security and safety, so it means that she has to help him. "I have just the person, he's been a problem for a while, and is trying to independtly launch his own exodus of Sorcerers and Mages. His methods are counterproductive to the greater Exodus." Says Triss finally.
"Give me his Address, and I'll take it from there." Says Artur and Triss writes it down and hands it to him. "Alright, I'll be back soon, I've a room at the Passiflora, find me there." Says Artur.
(Novigrad Docks)
Artur came to the Dock of his Father's boat. "Halt, you approach the ship of his Majesty King Radovid the Fifth, state your business and purpose for coming here." Says the guard.
"I bring word of the Lost Prince, and a literal basement of Sorcerers and Mages. They're mostly Nilfgaardian Magic users, people with personal connections to Emyhr, and if that doesn't get his attention, tell him I was there during Prince Artur's Trial, and am a compatriot of Geralt, he'll know what those means." Says Artur.
"You have proof?" Asks the Guard.
"Give him this, it belonged to his first love, ironically it's the ring of his wife's mother." Says Artur.
"Wait here." Says the Guard, who is quickly sent back.
"It seems you have caught the King's interest, in fact his interest is greater than when someone brings information on Philippa Eilhart." Says the Guard.
"I myself have problems with Eilhart, you know she actually strapped me to the bed, in chains, stripped me naked, and raped me? So when people say King Radovid's got issues, I go and say, yeah well Eilhart's the one with Issues." Says Artur, causing the guard to chuckle in amusement.
"Take your word for it." Says the Guard as Radovid is brought in to sight.
"Information aside, what could one who witnessed Artur's Trial need of me?" Asks Radovid.
"Witnessed? Don't be daft, I was the subject, hello father, it's been a while." Says Artur, and Radovid narrows his eyes.
"Impossible, my son died during the Witcher Trials!" Says Radovid.
"No, not quite, see the Cat's Trials were incomplete, and after repeatedly taking the Trials of other Schools I have been rendered a Virile Witcher. I can bear children, I've been told my face is the telltale sign." Says Artur, and Radovid eases out of his chair.
"I don't believe it, you have her face." Says Radovid before stepping off his throne and approaching him.
Radovid hesitantly puts his hands on Artur's shoulders, before hugging him.
"After all this time, My son is home." Says Radovid, in a rear moment of emotion, before killing it and returning to his stern normal self. "Captain, send word to the Royal Army, Prince Artur of Temeria and Redania has returned to the fold." Says Radovid. "Come, my son, we have to catch up." Says Radovid as he leads him into his quarters.
After a long discussion and a week of conversations, Artur had ingratiated himself into Radovid's company, and explained he was best used subtly, as a Witcher he is likely to be less suspicious in asking questions. Artur asked his father to write a letter to Adda, explaining the situation that his return had put them all in, and Radovid agreed, and sent him to bed before he wrote it. Now it happens that with this little developement Radovid wishes to use him to secure his fronts and build an Empire. Artur needed to meet with Sigi and discuss the approach to take, Artur could have cut his father's throat, but he needed an alibi. He'd have to go see his favorite prostitute at the Passiflora, and bed her, repeatedly, in order to paint a picture that he had nothing to do with his father's death.
Speaking of which e was currently entertaining her, two guards stood outside his room as he fucked her.
"Oh gods...deeper...keeping going...fuck!" Amryn screamed loudly. Artur pummeled her pussy hard, and fast. He reached his peak and spent himself inside Amryn hard. He rolls off of her, and Amryn climbs into his arms. "You seem to like me a lot." Says Amryn.
"I like elves, but your easily the best." Says Artur, causing Amryn to smile.
"Oh you. Did you mean it? When you promised to fuck me in the royal bed?" Asks Amryn, now aware of his Princely status.
"Of course I, did, I, Artur of Tretogar, do hereby lay claim to Amryn of Novigrad's pussy and her body." Says Artur as Amryn giggles and cuddles into him deeper.
"Uh...Your Highness, Mr. Menge is here to see you." Says the Guard through the door.
"Send him in." Says Artur.
"Your highness, I take it you've been here for the last week." Says Menge.
"Ask anybody, I've been here with my sweet Amryn." Says Artur.
"It's my duty to inform you that your father King Radovid, has been assassinated." Says Menge.
Artur bolts right up. "WHAT?!" He shouts.
Menge studies him, and satisfied with his reaction pours himself a cup of wine from the bottle of the Erveluce in the room. "Queen Adda has recognised your right to sucession, and has decided to recognise you as the King." Says Menge.
"Shit, alright, I want the Generals here by the weeks end." Says Artur as he nods for Menge to leave. "One last thing, I want all the Witch Hunters in the City summoned, I wish to assure them they won't be thrown away." Says Artur, Menge nods, and departs.
"Now then, you've laid with a Prince, but never a king." Says Artur, Amryn smiles before spreading her legs for Artur.
(Three Days Later)
Artur surveyed the damage, every Witch Hunter lay dead, they'd been killed at his Order, and Menge was amongst the corpses. "Well at least they done, I want all the Mage Hunters dead, put them to the sword, our Mage Hunts are done, we'll need the Mages to make Nilfgaard fuck off." Says Artur as he leaves. Amryn is waiting for him, wearing an expensive silk dress. Artur had taken her as his acknowledged Mistress, all that was left was to go and fuck Nilfgaard in it's ass figuratively speaking, especially since most Nilfgaardians were such stiffs even after a good rutting. Artur would need to also deal with the chaos of his new rule, they were at war. They were out a good hundred Witch Hunters, a strong force of men, but in return they'd get the Mages a much better force of might in Artur's opinion. Artur would need a wife, and with Ciri nowhere that's known Artur needed a good match to cement his rule. He could remarry Sister dearest to Stennis, the Aedirn King in exile, or betroth Anais to him, by that same token he could do either to King Tankred, or maybe some Skellige Jarl or King, of course he could find himself a wife in these lands too, or even a few mistresses..okay time to reign it in...or at least his penis or being ruled by it