A/N: Starts with a bit of banter, followed by absolute raunchy smut, no plot in sight, F/F/F/M . Direct continuation of the previous chapter, so the setting is the same, though the beginning might lead you to believe otherwise.


"Come on, Geralt. I swear this place is worth it."

"I don't know, Dandelion. Forty crowns? That zeugl contract paid eighty and I'm not going to spend half of it on a bath. The river is just beyond the guard tower. It might be cold, but it's free."

"You think I want to go there for the hot water? No, Geralt! Unless that river has a stray nymph who has lost her mind and gone into heat, you're unlikely to find anything like what's inside this fine establishment. Not to mention the wine… They have the finest Metina Rosé gold can buy."

"Rosé? Really?" Geralt grimaced. "You've been spending too much time with your poets if that's what you're drinking nowadays."

"And you've been spending all your time with monsters. None of which make for a good shag, hence why you've become absolutely unbearable." He poked one accusatory finger into his chest. " Hence why you need to come to the bathhouse with yours truly."

"You must never have met a succubus," Geralt replied with half a grin.

Dandelion rolled his eyes and tugged his arm, not meeting much opposition from Geralt because as much as the witcher loathed to admit it, the idea of going to the bathhouse was tempting. He was tired, his limbs were sore, and the sun bore down on him, heating up his armour. He deserved a little rest. He deserved to indulge. Though, a nagging worry lingered that there was someone out there who was waiting for him and who would mind if he took his pleasure in a whorehouse. He just couldn't remember who.

"Come on! And if you're worried about your lady love, Yennefer, finding out, I'll have you know that Vizimir's entire army couldn't pry this information out of me with torture."

"Yennefer?" His brow furrowed in confusion and for a moment he lost track of where and when he was. Aedd Gynvael? No, that couldn't be right. That was ages ago and Yen wasn't waiting for him. She couldn't care less about what he did or with whom, but he had the faint notion that there might be someone else out there who did. Something about him being there with Dandelion didn't fit.

"Raven curls, violet eyes, the temper of a banshee? But worry not, dear friend. She's back in Vengerberg, still mad at you. Definitely won't give you the kind of delights that await us inside."

Geralt shook his head, still confused. It must be the heat, he thought. They really needed to get into the shade until the midday sun mellowed, so they passed through the stone archway that separated the bathhouse gardens from the bustling street. Already the air was cooler and a slight breeze blew a cool mist from the fountain at the centre.

Straight through the main entrance, they were met by five eager young women wearing thin dresses, nothing but smiles and batting eyelashes. They quickly parted them from the bathhouse fee and escorted them into separate changing rooms to help them out of their garb and Geralt had to admit they were unusually adept at working off his armour. With three pairs of hands on him, moving over and under fabrics, brushing more or less intentionally over every sensitive part of his body, he was having a hard time keeping his excitement in check and by the time he was bare, he was already half-hard.

One of the girls wrapped a towel around his waist and grabbed a few more before leading him to the bathing area. Fragrant steam hung in the air, partly obscuring the intricate murals and floor mosaics, so that all his attention was focused on the centrepiece in the room - a large pool with clear water pouring in through elaborate stone carved figurines.

"Impressive," he hummed as he was led to the pool and the murals were slowly revealed to be detailed depictions of sex acts.

"We could say the same," one of the girls whispered, pulling off his towel and brushing her fingers along his length, getting him just a little harder in the process.

Another pressed her mouth over his shoulder blade while the third unlaced her bodice and slowly disrobed. He let them work their charms, delighting in the way they pressed up against him, full, soft breasts brushing against his skin while he watched her dress fall to the floor. She kept her eyes on him, and with a mischievous smile, she approached and took him by the hand, leading him into the water to sit on a stone bench. She draped herself over him, climbing onto his lap and sensually running a washcloth over his shoulders while the other two undressed.

His eyes drifted from one woman to another, unable to settle on which one was more attractive. They were all beautiful in their own way and the idea of having all three of them cater to him sent blood rushing to his groin.

Dandelion had definitely been right - these were crowns well spent.

That thought was only enforced when the other two dipped into the water and sat on either side of him, one nibbling on his neck while the other washed his chest. The one in his lap watched with a smile as he went between the other two, kissing them in turn before growing bolder and cupping one's breasts to bring them to his mouth. The woman giggled and leaned forward to aid him, letting her ample breasts be suckled on.

Goddamn worth it! he thought, circling a pink nipple with his tongue while a tangle of hands stroked him to full hardness. He moaned into the woman's wet skin and grasped her ass under the water, giving it a firm squeeze.

Perfect!

Fingers tangled in his hair, undoing the tie that held it together and brushing through the length while the hand around his girth stroked slowly, bringing the tip of his cock against nether lips and letting it test the stretch before moving out of reach. He damn near growled at how good that felt, driving his hips forward but meeting only fingers and water.

"Patience," the one in his lap whispered as her lips ghosted his jaw. Her voice was strangely familiar.

Mhm, it was easy to ask for patience. Not as easy to have it when three sets of hands, breasts and legs caressed every inch of his tired body. Not when three mouths nibbled on his skin. Damn, those mouths felt good! And that hand kept stroking him. Another joined, lightly brushing over his tip and then another cupped his balls.

"Fuck," he gasped, throwing his head back. Between them, these women could make him come in a matter of minutes.

A tongue licked the shell of his ear as the woman giggled.

"Not yet."

"Mhm, not yet," another voice mirrored the sentiment on the other side and he almost jumped at how similar they sounded, but the fingers around him felt too good and then a soft mouth engulfed him.

He gasped, looking down at the woman who had just been in his lap the moment prior. Now, she was fully submerged, on her knees between his thighs and her mouth… oh, her mouth was deliciously wrapped around him.

"Fuck," he gasped once more. "Didn't know you could do that."

Giggles were the only reply as the women continued to caress his chest, nibbling on either side of his neck.

Surely this was some sorcery. Women couldn't do that, could they? He sighed as a soft tongue licked him from balls to tip and his train of thought was interrupted. Sorcery be damned! He could put up with a little of whatever this was as long as she didn't fucking stop.

Her hands glided up his thighs, massaging his sore muscles while her tongue rolled over the cock that was half buried in her mouth. He should probably care that no human could possibly hold her breath for so long, but he couldn't muster the brain power to think of anything except the fact that he wanted to sink deeper into her mouth.

Another one of the women disappeared under the water and her mouth joined the one swallowing him. On each side of his cock, a set of lips pressed on his skin. Then two tongues licked up and down, working in perfect sync.

He was a witcher. He really should care, he thought as the third woman kissed him lasciviously before nipping his lips. Then the second mouth swallowed him down while the first came up for air. Every muscle in his body now felt lax and soft. Nah, he really didn't give a shit. It could be a succubus going down on him and sucking the literal life out of his body, but at least he was going out with a smile on his face. His eyes shut tightly, letting him focus only on how his body felt.

"You taste so good, Geralt," the third woman whispered into his ear.

He was so drunk on pleasure that it took a second for him to register what she called him.

"I don't remember telling you my name."

She laughed, light and girlish. "Oh, love. You still are in dreamland." She pulled on his earlobe, letting her breath warm his skin. "I was wondering if I could get you to come without waking up. Seems I still might have a chance of succeeding."

A breeze blew in and despite the room being windowless, light came in from somewhere.

With great difficulty, he opened his eyes against a bruising sun. Two suns. A canopy bed. The scent of apples, caramel and lime. Oh , he thought remembering where he was and with whom. His gaze drifted to the side to see her kissing his shoulder with one slim hand caressing his chest. And yet his dream lingered because he still felt the other two mouths on him - one licking, one sucking, both so fucking well. He looked down, expecting to see nothing but bedsheets, but instead saw two identical copies of her working their mouths all over his cock.

"Damn, I think I'm seeing things," he said, dropping his head back down onto the pillow with a satisfied sigh. This was a pretty good way to go insane as far as he was concerned.

"You're seeing just right," she cooed. "I woke up in a mood, hope you don't mind."

He tentatively opened one eye to see her grinning, then caught another glance of the two copies pressing their lips on either side of his cock and moving up and down and lightly sucking.

"So there really are three of you? It's not the wine?"

"It's definitely not the wine." She shook her head, still smiling. "Just a little magic. Same as when we fought Reys, but a little less… appropriate in use."

One of the mouths sank onto him until the lips met his groin and he arched back into the mattress at the sudden delightful warmth and pressure. Then a second set of lips brushed against his testicles before placing open-mouth kisses all over them.

"Though, I'll admit it's not exactly easy to focus on so much at the same time," she said before pressing her lips to his chest.

"Oh, fuck," was all he could gasp out, faced with the intense stimulation.

She moved from his chest, up to his neck, nuzzling him tenderly as his fingers tangled in her double's hair, keeping her pressed down on his length for a moment before releasing her to resume her slow bob up and down.

He moaned, low and gravelly. It was all he could muster while having every inch of him in her mouth… mouths… Fuck, it was confusing, but so good.

"Gods," he groaned, one hand fisting the sheets, the other cupping her nape. "I'm an inch from coming."

His hand dropped from her nape to her ass, slipping between her thighs and over wet skin. All three hummed against him and his whole body sang in reaction. He fought to keep himself from coming, wanting to enjoy her for longer, but as if on cue, she sucked his cock down to the root and flexed the back of her tongue rhythmically and he was done. His eyes squeezed shut and his back arched off the mattress as he came, feeling his joints creak from muscles wildly contracting in every part of his body. He doubted he even breathed for a minute, but his pulse pounded in his ears, deafening.

When his body finally relaxed, she pulled off, licking the last drops of cum beading on the head, then moved to kiss around his abdomen and groin. Another kissed his chest and a soft tongue slipped into his mouth, twirling lazily with his. He doubted there was an ounce of cum left in his balls and yet his erection wouldn't die down. His body still craved more, even if the slightest touch bordered on pain. She seemed to know this, because all three mouths steered away, leaving him to recover.

"You really are spoiling me," he said, prying his lips from hers for a moment.

"I can't help it. You get this gorgeous blissed-out expression when I'm sucking you off. I just want to see more of it."

"It was nearly my last expression," he admitted. "Though that might be the best way for a man to die."

All three pairs of lips laughed against his skin, sending shivers through him.

"How do you even do this?" he wondered. "I mean, be in three bodies."

"A little magic… and a lot of focus." One mouth kissed, another licked and a third spoke. "I wouldn't want to accidentally bite you."

"But all of you feel everything at the same time?"

"Mhm."

His fingers brushed against a breast and all three shuddered, so he let them drift lower, between her nether lips and over her clit and the three gasped in unison. A dirty thought crossed his mind.

"What if you touch yourself? I mean a copy touches you?"

"The sensation is amplified twofold," she hummed as he let his fingers slip into her, then back out and around her clit.

"I'd love to see that," he breathed against her cheek. "See how you'd touch yourself. Kiss yourself," he whispered, his mind running a mile a minute with feverish thoughts, but he just couldn't cool off. "Sorry," he continued. "I know I'm being an absolute pervert right now, but with you, I feel like a hormonal adolescent. All I want is your mouth, and your cunt, and that sweet little ass of yours," he ended as he captured her lips in a messy kiss.

She hummed and smiled with her eyes closed, tightening on the two fingers buried inside her. He expected her to push him off, but despite his absurd requests and his lust-filled lecherous words, she was melting in his arms and moaning against his lips, thrumming with desire.

Gods help him, he felt fit to bust with lust. Just then, she broke their kiss.

That's it , he thought. She's going to tell me to go fuck myself. But instead, both of her copies came around to her side of the bed, one taking his lover's mouth, the other gently suckling on a nipple. He watched mesmerized as the three moaned and writhed, mouths and fingers skillfully seeking sensitive pressure points. One laid back, arching into the mattress while the other two suckled on her breasts, one on her hands and knees and the other laying on her side. For a split second, he wondered which one of them was the real one, but that thought was drowned out when the one on her knees let her hand drift down between his lover's open legs, softly teasing. He couldn't help himself and his own fingers reached out for the one laying on her side, gliding over wet skin and effortlessly disappearing inside her hot cunt while the one on her knees lowered herself between the open legs. He hissed a breath as he watched her kiss her lower lips, letting her tongue trail up and down, spit and slick mingling between them. She grasped her hips, using her thumbs to spread her wider and pressed her tongue flat against her. All three moaned and Geralt moaned with them, dizzy on lust. His mouth lowered to the neck of the nearest one, while his fingers crooked inside her massaging slowly. Their backs arched and the one licking stuttered a curse with her mouth pressed against wet skin. Her tongue flicked faster just as his own fingers picked up the pace, driving the one in his arms to her climax.

"Oh, it's too much," she groaned, waving a hand to make the copy on her knees disappear even as her inner walls tightened and spasmed around his fingers. So the one on her side was the real one , he thought.

"Mm, don't think I ever saw you come this quickly before," he said, kissing the crook of her neck and still pumping his fingers lazily into her.

"It's hard not to when everything is enhanced like this," she replied, pressing her ass back into his groin while her replica nuzzled her breasts. "It was impossible not to come once I felt you inside me, even if it was just your fingers." She reached back, wrapping a hand around his neck, gently scratching his nape. "All I could think about was that thick cock of yours stuffing me full."

He shuddered at her words and without thinking, he pulled his fingers from her, hiked one of her legs over his arm and lined himself. She was so wet from her orgasm, he sank into her until he bottomed out on his first thrust. Her mouth fell open with a sigh as she stretched around him and her copy looked up with glazed eyes.

He moved slowly, easing her into the rhythm but her hips drove back, matching his movements and pushing him deeper inside her until he was fucking her in earnest. He could read the delight on her face and hear her quite loudly as she moaned his name. She was heading fast toward another peak with him inside her. One quick brush of his fingers over her would have been enough, but their unique situation offered a different opportunity that was more tempting to see. His fingers tangled in her copy's hair, pulling her from her breast and dragging her lower.

"Go on. Eat her out," he said at the confused look she gave him when he stopped his thrusts entirely.

A sparkle lit her eyes and her mouth covered her clit, completely engulfing it between soft lips. Her tongue darted up and down as he resumed his thrusts, partly sucking on her clit, partly lapping at his cock and balls.

"Fuck," he gasped, caught off guard. "You're going to make me come if you keep that up. Focus on yourself."

So she did. With slow licks, she headed to a new high and he felt her cunt tightening around him with each pass. It was hypnotizing to see her spread out like that, her clit being laved over while he buried himself inside her. He had to claw himself back from the edge a few times until her lips covered her clit and gently suckled. It took only mere moments for her to turn into a moaning mess and arch into him, every single muscle firing out of control until her walls tightened unbearably around him in powerful pulses. He wished he could last longer, but her cunt was milking him mercilessly and he couldn't stop himself from coming inside her, absolutely breathless and high off the lack of oxygen. He wasn't sure if he blacked out for a moment, but when he came to, her copy was gone and he was left with the lover in his arms. Instinctively, his lips dropped over hers in a sensual kiss filled with all the bliss of the afterglow.

"Good?" she asked, prying her lips away for a second before resuming their kiss.

He simply hummed into her mouth, unwilling to break the kiss and unable to form words while his cock still throbbed inside her.


A/N: Second part will be what I promised long ago - M/M/F. It's already written and will be up in a few days.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter, comments are always welcome to encourage the smut fiend writing this 😈