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Shanty's Bar, Aedirn
Even with the tattered, beaten brown hood covering her beautiful face, it had been easy to spot Ciri from the drunken crowd. As much as she hated visiting this putrid bar, her foster daughter had written to Yennefer that she was staying in the area. Apparently there was a new infestation of drowners killing the local folk in the sewers and Ciri had been contracted to deal with the beasts. 'My little lion has grown so strong. And so beautiful.' Yen thought as she sat down across from her ashen-haired daughter, offering her another mug of mead. She could feel the pendant around her slender neck vibrate as Ciri took the drink, smiling as she fingered it gently. "So, you were saying, my dear?"
Ciri grinned enthusiastically, sipping her mead, as she continued with her recent monster excursion. "So there I was, drowners surrounding my every exit, their sharp teeth bared with their mouths dripping with the blood of their recent victim."
"Ciri, please, at least spare me some of the gory details." Yennefer grimaced, imagining the foul creatures that her daughter was describing. Even when Geralt used to talk about them, he knew to avoid describing their personal appearances. Once more, her pendant moved against her neck, this time feeling it heat up as she imagined her past witcher paramour. Another wicked smile stretched across her face, touching her adornment which got the attention of Ciri.
"You keep touching your pendant." Ciri looked closely, squinting her eyes. "Wait, is that a new choker? Since when have you liked men with horns on your jewelry?"
'Since they've fucked me in fantastic ways that you'll soon experience.' Yennefer chuckled playfully, "Oh, it's just something I picked up during my own travels. Truth be told, this didn't really appeal to me at first. I thought this pendant was a bit too…haughty for my tastes. But, after really getting a taste of how wonderful it makes me feel, I just couldn't refuse it anymore." Her smile grew larger as she zeroed in on her foster daughter's perplexed gaze. "Perhaps you would like to try it on?"
Ciri shook her head. "No thanks. Neckwear was never my thing. That always seemed to be a you and Geralt sort of fashion choice." She took another drink of her alcohol, coughing a bit as she wiped the spittle from her lips. "Are you sure this is what I asked for? This tastes a bit stale." She blinked a few times, her eyesight becoming fuzzier as the room almost looked like it was spinning.
"Oh no, perhaps you took a harder blow than you thought from those drowners. Maybe you should lay your head down, my sweet. Just for a little bit?" Yennefer moved to her daughter's side, rubbing her shoulders comfortingly.
If Ciri didn't know any better, she could've sworn that Yennefer's concern for her seemed phony. Trying to stand up from her seat, her legs would not stop shaking. "P-Perhaps I've had a bit too many drinks tonight. Maybe a small r-rest would be for the best." She turned to her adoptive mother, not noticing the conniving grin on her face as she laid back into Yennefer's embrace.
"Yes, a rest. That's what you need. And when you awake…" Yennefer waited until the drug took hold of her ashen-haired daughter, her emerald-green eyes closing shut, "…you'll find yourself in a better place, my sweet."
Yennefer's Lodge – Vengerburg
Her body felt heavy when she awoke. Colder too, as if all her clothes had been stripped away. Ciri could barely even open her eyes, seeing an unfamiliar ceiling dangling over her head. She was on a bed, but not the one that she had been sleeping on back in Aedirn. For starters, this one wasn't laced with bedbugs and was far more comfortable. The ashen-haired girl tried to move, wincing as something that felt like burning-hot wire pinched her skin. Sluggishly, she moved her head to look down and saw what looked like fiery, blazing cords binding her feet to the bedposts. The same went for her wrists, trying desperately to break free, or use her powers to teleport away, but found herself powerless.
"Oh, you're awake. That's good. We were starting to get worried, sister." A voice called out to Ciri. Sitting on a nearby chair was a familiar freckled face, Triss Merigold, with her burning red locks framing her gorgeous face perfectly. The last time she saw the redhead was when the sorceress helped Geralt and Yennefer fight the Wild Hunt on her behalf, so why was she here? And why wasn't she helping her out of this mysterious predicament?
"Triss, w-what's happening? Where am I?! The last thing I remember I was catching up with Yennefer at this dingy bar and then I…passed out, I think?" Ciri tried recalling her memory but it only ended up hurting her head.
"Ugh, I told Yen not to use too much Peace Lily, otherwise these types of aftereffects always happen. I really hope she at least didn't mess up the proper mixture of Absenta and Damiana." Triss frowned. She moved towards the bindings, making Ciri think that she was about to undo them, but felt her hope fade away as the redheaded sorceress instead began pouring magic into the magical wire.
"AGH!" Ciri wailed as she felt the magical binding become more powerful, digging into her ankles and wrists even harder. "T-Triss, what are you doing?! Help me!"
"I'm sorry, my little cub, but that won't be happening." Yennefer called out as she walked into the rustic bedroom, clad in lingerie that could only be described as raunchy-looking. Covering, or in this case not covering, her sizeable breasts was a midnight-black, lacy bra with floral patterning that rested a few inches above her nipples. Razor thin panties barely covered her crotch, showing off her black pubes, along with a mysterious tattoo that was emanating near her pussy.
Ciri had always found her adoptive mother attractive, even when she knew it was wrong. And what she was wearing right in front of her only fueled those taboo thoughts. Yennefer seemed to catch that, seeing that familiar smug grin form across her luscious lips, and noticed her eyeing up her own pussy. She didn't need to look to know that it was gushing provocatively with her juices after seeing the gorgeous raven-haired woman emerge from the adjacent room. This type of perverted scenario, Yennefer proudly strutting towards her as she awaited for her foster mother to join her on the bed, had been a constant in her dreams.
Her voice caught in her throat, Ciri barely managed to croak out a, "W-What are you wearing," before trying, and failing, to pull her thighs together so Yennefer would stop staring at her dripping slit.
"Ciri, my dear, there's no need to be ashamed. I'm a beautiful woman, so it's natural to lust after me. Even if I am practically your mother." Yennefer chuckled, fingering the pendant that was vibrating wildly against her neck. "Patience, darling, patience. Let me ready her up before you make your appearance." She looked to Triss after, her smile dropping as a colder stare took its place. "Will you be leaving or should I make this bed bigger to fit all four of us?" It was clear by her tone which she wanted to happen, but seeing the mischievous glint in Triss's eyes, Yen knew what the redheaded bitch's answer would be.
Instead of saying anything, Triss looked at the blushing Ciri, winking coyly at her, and flirtatiously began waving her hands across her body. Violet sparkles of light glistened in the air, surrounding Triss, as the clothes that she had previously been wearing started evaporating, revealing her nude body to the ashen-haired woman. She left herself naked for a few moments, letting Ciri gawk at her perfect figure, before a marron cloth bra covered her chest, creating an X over her bosom, as tight red panties with a cute bow in the middle formed on top of her crotch, with bright red leggings covering her thighs and legs. Once her naughty bedwear was on, Triss quickly leapt onto the bed, wrapping an arm around Ciri's waist and kissed her neck.
Yen growled under her breath, clearly upset with how things were playing out, and crawled to the other side of her foster daughter. Possessively, she grabbed one of Ciri's teats, firmly grasping it as her thumb toyed with the nipple. "Do you like that, my sweet? When I pinch your cute little nipples like this?" The dark-haired woman whispered, licking Ciri's ear, as she put more pressure onto her daughter's nub. On both ends, Ciri was being pleasured, mewling, while Yen and Triss kissed and fondled her taut body. The sorceresses' hands met down at Ciri's drooling slit, glaring at the other, and stuck their fingers inside, spreading her folds.
"UUUUUUUUGHA!" Ciri let out a guttural screech, feeling both Yennefer's and Triss's fingertips stretch her out, as they drove them deeper into her cunt. Even if she could have broken out of her binds, the ashen-haired woman would have chosen to stay if it meant being pleasured by two of the most gorgeous women she knew. "F-Fuck!" She spat out, biting her lip in an attempt to stifle her squeals. Yen had found her budding clitoris, rubbing it incessantly with her free thumb, while Triss stuck another finger inside her pussy. "Yes! Yes! Yes, oh don't stop! Please don't stop!" Ciri begged, nearly on the cusp of orgasm. The princess of Cintra looked into Yennefer's eyes, the woman who practically raised her and in every possible aspect was her maternal figure. Where once was simple affection there was now a carnal lust that wanted nothing more than to see her cum.
"Go on, baby. Cum for mommy." Yennefer whispered, pressing her lips onto Ciri's, and rolled her tongue against her adoptive daughter's. The taste was sweet, almost like gooseberries, her favorite, and figured it was from one of the drinks that Ciri had ordered earlier. Yen made sure to take the lead, never giving the ashen-haired girl an inch, fully dominating the kiss, while Triss watched with bated breath. The two sorceresses made eye contact, both incredibly turned on at what was transpiring. Though they both still detested the other, the women could at least admit that they found the other attractive.
"That's it, Yen. Make her submit. Come on, little sis, just let go. We promise that it'll only get better from here." Triss moved closer to Ciri, groping one of her tits, as her tongue slid against her neck. "Don't fight it. Embrace your lust. You know you want this. I bet deep down in your darkest fantasies; you've always wanted this." The redhead felt Ciri's body shiver against her, telling her just how right she was. "I always thought you were a daddy's girl, always wanting to follow in Geralt's footsteps, but now I see what you really are. All this time you didn't want his life, you wanted his woman, your mother." She lifted her mouth to Ciri's right ear, nibbling on it with her front teeth. "Admit it."
Tears were starting to pool at the edges of Ciri's eyes, her body becoming mad with lust and how unbelievably horny it was. Nothing before this point had ever driven her almost to the point of madness, wanting desperately to get off in the most perverted of manners. She was close, oh so close to climax. Just a little bit more. Her kiss with Yen had become fiercer, more passionate, something that she had dreamt of ever since her first wet dream of the sorceress that hailed from Vengerburg. "Make me cum, mommy. Make me yours, please." Ciri gave in, hearing Yen's and Triss's laughs, and nearly laughed herself at how embarrassing it sounded coming from her own voice. But as soon as she spoke those words, she felt Yen tweak her clit, as Triss jammed her fingers as deep as they could possibly reach, causing Ciri to finally ejaculate.
Never once die Ciri scream as loud as she did at this very moment, climaxing intensely as her juices sprayed out like a stream, and marked the bedsheets with a dark, murky stain. Her body felt numb, the high of orgasm flooding her veins, but Yen never broke away from their kiss, not until she was suddenly pulled away by Triss wanting a piece. Ciri welcomed the redhead gratefully, eager to taste another beautiful sorceress inside her mouth. She heard the grumble of jealousy uttered by her adoptive mother, only to be replaced with a delighted squeal soon after. A warm fiery light then enveloped the room, interrupting her kiss with Triss, and turned to see the pendant attached to Yen's neck beginning to glow bright. The light was so intense that she had to shield her eyes from being blinded, waiting until it finally subsided before removing her hand from her eyes.
"Finally, we were wondering when you'd finally show." Triss remarked, looking to Ciri who was just regaining her vision. "Ciri, allow us to introduce our…well, I'd like to call him our boyfriend, but I think the term 'master' serves a better perspective on our shared relationship." She could easily tell that the ashen-haired woman was taken aback by what she was hearing and looked to Yen to take over.
"W-What?" Ciri asked, dazed, staring at the demon in clear confusion.
"It would take too long to explain, my sweet, just think of him as the new man in my life. One that I've been so excited to show to you." Yen kissed Ciri's neck, chuckling as she shivered from her lips. "And he's been just as eager to introduce himself to you as well." She turned to her master, who was giving her ashen-haired daughter a lecherous once-over, devouring her with his eyes. "Kilmore darling, enough gawking, it's time to come play." Yennefer sensed the trepidation coming from Ciri as the silver-haired demon stalked closer to the bed. "Be calm, Ciri, Kilmore doesn't bite-"
"-Unless you ask me to." Kilmore finished, crawling towards the subdued ivory-haired woman. He could hardly contain his joy, his cock bulging in delight at seeing the Lady of Space and Time, the child of destiny, laying before him with her legs spread wide. Her cunt was a delicious little thing, drooling at the sight of his thick erection. Their eyes met for a moment, Ciri gnawing on her lip embarrassingly as she glanced upwards at him and his giant manhood throbbing between his legs. "Don't be shy, look all you want, Princess. Or do you prefer Zireael?"
"…Ciri." She answered shortly, Ciri's eyes never looking away from the cock that was inching closer to her pussy. All of her instincts were telling her to teleport away, to try anything to escape, even if it meant biting off her hands. But something kept her still, submissive, waiting for the demon to tower over her with his domineering aura. His tail sashayed behind him, slapping Yennefer's ass with a hearty spank, and quickly giving one over to the adjacent redheaded sorceress, each squealing in pleasure. Neither seemed to be under duress over their current circumstances, nor did they seem under some kind of brainwashing spell. No, this was obviously the result of remaining under the influence of Kilmore, the demon's, intoxicating, aphrodisiacal aura for so long. She knew this because it was already starting to affect her as well.
"My, what a gorgeous specimen you are." Kilmore took a loud inhale of air, breathing out contently as his hand cupped one of Ciri's modest breasts. "I can practically taste the Elder blood coursing through your veins. The smell is invigorating. To think that after tonight, you'll be mine, a child of Lara Dorren, a woman of incalculable beauty. Truly this will be a night to remember." Grabbing her legs, he spread them apart further and stuck his between them, lapping his tongue slowly over her slit.
"Ahhhhh~!" Ciri wailed, her body twitching as the demon began eating her out. His tongue felt hot, yet it didn't hurt at all, setting all of her nerves on fire that almost made her cum right then. Yen and Triss held her down, massaging her tits with their palms, as their demonic master licked her pussy and the juices that came pouring out. Thoughts of escape were disappearing from her mind, being replaced with desires to fuck Kilmore, imagining all the ways he'd take her and what positions he'd use. All of it made body run hot, causing her to squirm and mewl, while Kilmore quickly brought her to climax.
"Mmm, quite tasty. Your cum tastes different than that of an ordinary human. It must be the Elf blood coursing through your veins." Kilmore wiped away some of the juices that had clung to his lips, using his thumb before offering it to both of the horny sorceresses. Yen was the quickest, latching her mouth to his appendage, moaning as she swallowed her adoptive daughter's cum. "Yennefer, share." He ordered, firmly frowning towards the raven-haired witch, who gave him a look that told him that she wanted to refuse. "Yennefer." His tone darkened, leading to the sorceress to shudder in fear before popping his thumb out of her mouth.
Silently brooding, Yennefer turned to the smug Triss, gripping her fists into balls of anger, and opened her mouth to her. The redhead chuckled, giggling playfully as she tugged at one of Yen's erect nipples, and placed her lips onto Yen's, kissing her and exploring her mouth with her tongue. As much as she wanted to hate it, Yennefer couldn't deny how good Triss was at kissing, not that she'd ever admit it aloud. A surprised muffled squeal came from Yen, feeling Triss smack her hands on top of her ass cheeks, firmly grasping them, and deepened their embrace. Not one to be outdone, the raven-haired sorceress did the same, grabbing ahold of the redhead's meaty rear and fondling it while the two continued their kiss.
"Good. I do so love it when you girls play nice." Kilmore smirked, turning his attention back over to the blushing Ciri. "Enjoying the show, are we?" He laughed as she moved her head to look at him, her face glowing red at being caught staring at her adoptive mother kissing another woman. "Don't be embarrassed, little one. Your mother and Triss are very attractive women, so it's natural to become aroused when watching them pleasure each other. Does it arouse you, Ciri?"
"Y-Yes." Ciri admitted it, the demon's deep voice rousing her inner desires towards the surface.
"Do you want to fuck your mother?"
"Y-Yes!"
"And Triss?"
"Yes, I want to fuck her too!"
"And me? Do you want to-"
"YES! I want you to fuck me while my mother kisses another woman!" Ciri screamed, writhing like a wild animal as she tried desperately to break free from her bindings. "Fuck me! Come on, do it already! I want you! I want your fat demon cock stuffed inside my-UUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!" A guttural screech echoed from within the cabin, cracking all the nearby glass from the sheer volume. The ashen-haired woman twitched, sensing something huge and girthy shoved deep inside her cunt. She tilted her head and saw that Kilmore's manhood was lodged inside of her. Ciri felt his hands grip her thighs, caressing her rose tattoo, and screamed again once he began thrusting forward. "F-F-Fuuuuuuuuuuck," was all she yelled while the demon rammed his dick further into her.
Yen and Triss had broken their kiss, watching as their darling Ciri was falling under the corruptive snare of their master. They stared with proud smiles while the ashen-haired woman screeched and yelled, shouting obscenities, as Kilmore fucked her relentlessly. The two of them remembered well what it had been like to be on the receiving end of the demon's relentless sexual stamina, never getting a break until he was satisfied. Even with their months of nonstop fucking, they still found it difficult to keep up with the hellspawn. Moving towards him, they wrapped their arms around his shoulders, pressing their soft, giant bosoms against him, hearing him growl in amusement.
"Remind me to reward you two for bringing me such a remarkably tight cunt to fuck!" Kilmore grunted, straining himself as he pumped his cock further into Ciri's gushing pussy. The way she gripped and rubbed his erection, stimulating every vein of his shaft with her ribbed walls, made his back shiver in ecstasy. 'So this is the raw sexual power of Elder blood.' Never before had the demon felt something like this, a constant sensation of euphoria that set every inch of his body ablaze with pleasure. Even as the sorceresses who had bound themselves to him, his sexual slaves in every sense of the word, kissed and licked his face and neck, all he could focus on was the ashen-haired woman in front of him. If it hadn't been for the centuries of sexual experience, including the thousands of elves who had given themselves over to him in body and soul, he doubted he could have lasted this long.
Kilmore lunged forward, taking Ciri's lips for his own, kissing her as their tongues wrestled in a saliva-filled embrace. He felt her body shiver underneath him, sensing her ejaculate as he kept fucking her, and grinned haughtily down at the green-eyed woman. It only got better once Yennefer and Triss joined in, lolling their tongues to link them into a four-way kiss, each fighting for their own brand of dominance. Neither would back down, all too proud to give in, but still they were all bound by the same goal, a sexual stimulus that kept them going. While it was mostly due to Kilmore's presence, there were also other factors that contributed, such as the taboo arousal between Yennefer and Ciri, adoptive mother and daughter that were not bound by blood but by bond. Another was the clear belligerent sexual tension amongst the warring sorceresses, though neither would ever admit to being attracted to the other. And of course, the ever-present vying for dominance that Kilmore desired, to claim what and whoever he wanted, even if they were the most powerful women in existence.
"Ciri, keep tightening up! Grip my cock with all your might! Open your womb to me! Allow my seed to spread inside of you and mark you as my property!" Kilmore's eyes grew bright red, as Ciri's glowed a pale green, shining the cabin in an ethereally, otherworldly light. One hand moved to her clitoris, pinching it tight between his fingers, as the other gripped her neck, squeezing it as Ciri moaned from the constrictive pressure. "You belong to me, your body, your heart, your womb! All of it! From this day forward, child of the Elder blood, you will serve my needs and do as I command till the sun dies out and the moon falls from the sky!" A wraithlike screech echoed from Ciri as he spoke, but no words of condemnation nor refusal sprung forth. "Now spread open your womb and bear my children, Elder slut!"
Kilmore roared in tandem with Ciri's banshee-like shriek, breaking all the glass of the cabin and breaking every tree within a dozen miles in half. The torrent of cum that spurted from the demon stained every inch and crevice of Ciri's insides, spraying deep into her uterus until it was fully packed to the brim. As Ciri's womb was laid claim to by Kilmore, a glowing familiar emblem began forming atop her crotch, the same that was seen on both Yennefer and Triss. Both sorceresses were ecstatic to see that the pact was a success and that Ciri was bound to Kilmore like they were. What amazed the two even more was the fact that their demonic master was still ejaculating into the ashen-haired woman, pumping his hips with reckless abandon onto her.
"Master, you're so amazing~! Please pump me full of your glorious sperm after you're done with Ciri!" Triss pleaded, drooling out of the corner of her mouth, as she stared in awe at Kilmore's backside.
"Yes, my darling, impregnate my daughter. Let her be the first to sire your child. Together the two of you will create a spawn of remarkable talent. Just please let me be the next to be seeded by you!" Yennefer begged, fingering herself as her own cunt was oozing with happiness and excitement at watching her beloved daughter be filled by Kilmore's semen.
Once Kilmore was finished, he released the grip that was still wrapped around Ciri's neck, thrusting a few more times into her, before pulling himself out finally. He looked with prideful glee as a waterfall of sperm seeped out of the ashen-haired woman's distended slit, staining the bed with a mixture of their juices. Seeing the womb tattoo emblazoned on her crotch made his cock spring back to life, twitching in victory at taking the Lady of Space and Time for himself. The two sorceresses began trying to steal his attention back with Triss stuffing her face between his ass, rimming his sphincter with her tongue, as Yennefer wrapped her glorious tits around his shaft and stroked him off.
Though he should have been fully content with the possession of two beautiful sorceress and the all-powerful Zireael at his beck and call, the demon still wanted more. After all, it was in his nature to desire, even if that greedy feeling never stopped. Now that these three had been conquered, his sights were now being set on the few remaining sorceresses that still remained within the world. Wherever they were, no matter how far, they all would be his, in one way or the other. And he knew just what to bait them with, for he knew exactly what all sorceresses craved, no matter what background they came from: power.
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