Chapter 65: Episode 62

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A/N: Jesus, writing this sex-scene was harder than I thought. Get it, harder ‘cause it’s a sex-scene? Okay, I’ll stop. Well, I said I’ll have the Ep out yesterday, but it’s only a two hours difference, it’s not too much, right?

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Before her mind could even properly register what was happening, Triss was on her back with Leonis’ lips sucking on hers greedily. There was aggression in his movements, a wild, almost animalistic touch inherent to his every motion. It’s nothing like sex with Geralt, whereas the Witcher was gentle, then Leonis was rough, and harsh, and demanding in ways the White Wolf had likely never even thought of doing, much less attempting.

The Mage was the exact opposite.

With Geralt, it had been lovemaking,

With Leonis, it was fucking, like he was trying to unleash all of his pent-up frustration and desires,

And he was telling her to do the same.

Most importantly, there’s a certain touch of… Possessiveness in his actions, like he was trying desperately to mark her as his. Like he was ordering her to surrender more than just her body. It was toxic, Triss Merigold was no blushing maiden to be dominated and claimed, yet when the Mage bit at her throat, leaving trails of saliva over bruised flesh, or nipped at her earlobes lovingly, it was gratifying.

Try as she might, Triss found she could only just barely contain the cries of joy and contentment that leisurely, lazily climbed their ways out of her throat one after another.

The Sorceress practically melted under his touches, for once allowing herself to enjoy the moments, however brief and fleeting they might be.

The Mage pressed her onto the bed, pinning her arms assertively above her head, yet never quite forceful enough for the hurt to be so intense that it overwhelmed the pleasure and anticipation for the Sorceress. Gods knew if he had used even the smallest fraction of the Strength he was capable of, the Strength he had exhibited again and again, her arms would have been popped right out of their sockets.

For the first time in decades, Triss Merigold felt naked, even more than she already was.

The desire in his gaze, the burning passion humming underneath the windows to his Soul, emotions he had not once displayed facing Ciri and Yennefer. He found them beautiful, that Triss was well-aware of, during the lunch they had, she had seen the flash of appreciation Leonis had for her raven-haired friend even as they fought and bickered. But that was nothing compared to this.

It made her feel wanted– Needed, and yet it also caused her to experience a vulnerability that rarely ever surfaced.

The deeply rooted insecurity caused by Geralt’s constant rejections.

Triss tried to fight back, her tongue wiggling against his to assert some sort of control, wrestling to retake her identity as one of the most powerful Sorceresses of this Era… Not out of hate or fear, but out of a sense of responsibility and duty to herself. Regardless of how pleasurable it might feel, she couldn’t allow herself to be weak, to lose control, not after what happened during the Battle of Sodden Hill.

A battle in which a stupidly naïve and over-confident Sorceress nearly lost her life and was later baptized, replaced by the glorious woman the World now knew as Triss Merigold. Thus she fought, even while knowing full-well it was a futile effort.

Leonis hovered over her, a gentle, yet devilish smirk dancing on his crooked lips as he neared, whispering naught but sweetness in her ear, his hands– One palming her breasts, while the other was dipping in and out of her dripping folds.

“It’s okay, Darling. I’ll handle everything, just let go and enjoy yourself.” Triss groaned, straining to muffle her moans when the Mage began to press kisses on the crooks of her neck, taking his time to work up to her jawline. It’s only then that the Sorceress abruptly realized, she had failed to erect a Silencing Ward over the room.

She could not tell if it was intentional, or she had simply just forgotten. Perhaps deep down, the Sorceress wanted everyone in the building to know of their late-night… Activities? Or perhaps she was more tipsy than she initially thought.

Triss didn’t know, and when Leonis’ finger started to gently twist, scraping and prodding at her inside, she realized she couldn’t quite muster up the effort to care. All she could do was try her hardest to stifle the needy moans and mewls that rattled her teeth and tapped incessantly at the roof of her mouth, something which was quickly proven to be a fool’s endeavor when the Mage flicked at her swollen lower-bud, drawing a throaty whimper out of her.

Usually, Triss wasn’t one to cum fast, being alive for over seven decades did that to you, but tonight was different. It might be the change of partner, or the aggressive approach Leonis had decided upon, but she could already feel the heat, the pent-up pressure taking shape inside her stomach, begging for a release. “Leonis– You’re still not– Ah…”

Sadly, her Pride as the older and obviously more experienced sexually of the two would not let the Sorceress reach her climax, constantly reminding that she should be in control, that she must now allow the pathetic side of her show. That was exactly what the Mage intended as he crawled back. A wicked smirk on his face, a sadistic glint shinning, pulsing in the depth of his eyes.

“Don’t be so stubborn, Darling. Just leave everything to me, I want you to feel cherished.” He purred, kissing her again, fingers dipping into her honeypot once more, this time slower, much slower. Closing her eyes shyly, Triss felt the Mage’s breaths caressing her neck, moving down to her chest as his head reached the burn-scar. The Sorceress could have hidden it, but she had purposefully left the horrifying scar as a… Test of sort.

A test which the Mage had done wonderfully when he began to gently lick at what remained of her burns, as though he was under the belief that his saliva could heal and wipe away the scar. That did not happen, nothing of sort took place, but his actions did manage to nourish and soothe the pains in her heart. I can’t let him do all the works, Triss decided and sought to reverse their positions. She had expected a fight, had thought he would protest…

But, to her surprise, the Mage simply allowed her climb on him and do her things, her soaking sex pressed and grinded against the bulge of his crotch. “Are you– Uhmm– Are you enjoying this?”

Triss hated how vulnerable it made her sound, like she was a maiden in desperate seek of his approval, yet the Sorceress wanted– Nay, needed to hear it from him, to know he was not disappointed with what he had gotten thus far, and that she was every bits what he had hoped for and more. “I am, Darling. But–”

And there it was…

Someone once told Triss, ‘Everything before ‘but’ is bullshit.’

So far, that someone had not been proven wrong, not once.

The Sorceress’ lips trembled as his index finger, covered in her own scent, stroked her cheek. “I must admit I’ll enjoy it way more when I get to fuck you absolutely senseless, when I get to see that pretty lil’ face of yours utterly unrecognizable from the pleasure, like this–”

That was all the warning Triss got before she felt digits invade her backdoor, rubbing her inside in a circular, clockwise motion.

She let out a guttural, animalistic groan, which the Mage swiftly silenced by pushing– Shoving his tongue inside her mouth. “Leonishhh–!”

The Sorceress jerked violently, her back arched, her cum staining the bedsheet as a weak current of electricity jolted her clenching walls.

She slumped feebly on his chest, before being thrown on another ride as the feeling of her beautiful pink nipples dragging against his hard muscles forced an even more intense climax out of her.

“Now that’s what I like to see.” The Mage said, composed as ever, yet that calm façade could not hide the wickedness that clung to his very presence. Leonis’ hand lingered on his crotch, a mockingly thoughtful expression pulling at his sharp, Elven features. “I’m curious, Darling… Tell me, how many climaxes do you think I can coax out of you before we start with the main event?”

Triss gasped at the Darkness in his voice, her body jerking erotically as the Mage resumed fingering her again, his pinky circling just below her dripping slit.

“What- What was thaaa–!” She choked, barely managing to keep down an even louder shriek when that familiar current of electricity wreaked havoc on her body once more, tearing pieces by pieces, bits by bits from the proverbial flood-gate in her stomach. The powerful Sorceress strained to delay the inevitable, her womb and snatch aching due to the relentless waves of orgasms. “[Ansuz], Darling. The Lightning Variant.”

It had been what, ten minutes? And here she was, spurting buckets like a fountain, heaving as her lungs enlarged to help her suck in desperate gulps of air.

Gingerly, the sadistic Mage licked at his digits, slurping up her juices as though it was nectar from the Gods themselves, as though her fluids were the most delicious and precious things in the World.

Seeing Triss’ half-lidded, yet focused gaze, Leonis softly caressed her lips, his fingers prodding, seeking a path in like he wanted to share the delicacy with the Sorceress, to show her how absolutely delicious she tasted. She did not even hesitate to pry her mouth open, allowing the Mage entrance as she licked his hands clean, letting drools and her own sexual fluids trail down her jawline.

Now, the fiery Sorceress might be biased, but she must admit her taste was not half bad as she would expect. It’s rather similar to normal water, if said water was sticky, and stringy, and  infused with perhaps a teaspoon of salts. Closing her eyes, the Sorceress purred, trying to decipher the taste when she was once again thrown harshly on her back. “’Bout time you put that lovely little mouth of yours to better uses, my adorable Firefly…”

Before Triss could even realize it, Leonis was on the floor, strutting towards her until the bulge of his crotch was right above her head. His cock sprung free, standing to a proud eight inches as droplets of pre-cum splashed onto her face. It’s an inch smaller than Geralt’s, the Sorceress noted. But, as the veiny, thick tool rested on her face, filling her nostrils with his masculine musk and the invading scent of his sperm, it somehow appeared even larger than the famous White Wolf’s.

Triss went still at the sight, her mouth dropping open as his cock pushed past her lips, gently and smoothly entering her throat. She knew– The Sorceress was well-aware this was merely the beginning, that the Mage was graciously giving her time to acclimate with the feelings of having her throat violated upside-down, when he could have instead fucked her with reckless abandon.

The veins and blood-vessels around her bulging neck tensed, straining as the Mage sheathed and unsheathed his sword in her throat, slowly increasing his speed until the Sorceress was left panting and gurgling on his tool, spits mixed with pre-cum staining her face and marring her well-done mascaras.

Apparently, the pressure of the fleshy walls was still not enough for the Mage, because he soon decided to press on her throat. Unlike before, Leonis was not rough, he did not need to, for almost like an instinct, her constricting walls soon tightened, narrowing around his member hungrily and greedily. “Leo– Gurk… Gah–!”

He was treating her like a whore, and yet the usually fiery Sorceress found she did not… Dislike it as much as she had expected. In fact, she couldn’t quite explain, or even begin to understand the roiling feelings and emotions inside her.

On one hand, the sex felt different than the gentle, soft-core lovemaking Triss was used to with her other partners. On the other, the pleasure was nigh mind-blowing, and the way his cock throbbed and twitched every time the Mage made to thrust sent butterflies riling maniacally in her stomach. “HOLY FUCK, Darling! Your throat- It’s- It feels too fucking good.”

If her mouth wasn’t so… Occupied, Triss would have smiled victoriously. Instead, she opted to try and swallow even more of him. The fiery Sorceress succeeded, leaving him balls-deep inside her, her hands reaching to grab his waist as his cock pulsated in her throat. Being an experienced woman, Triss Merigold needed not a warning to know the Mage was ready to blow his first loads. Thus, she kept a tight hold on Leonis, refusing to let him off as he grunted.

Sure, he might have surprised her somewhat with tonight’s displays of aggression, but the Sorceress was no slouch herself. It's time for a little payback.

“Triss, fuck! I- I’m going to- I’m going to cum!” What she certainly did not expect was for the Mage to abruptly and forcefully grab her by the jawline, burying his sword to its hilt to empty the entire contents of his balls into her guts. Triss’ blushing cheeks swelled from the sticky liquids splattering all over the interior of her mouth, spilling down her lips and bubbling up and out of her nostrils. “Take it- Fucking take it all, you slut!”

A feminine mixture of a gasp and a low moan outside the bedchamber resonated with Leonis’ growl just as the Mage finished unloading his balls. Sadly, neither Triss nor Leonis noticed, too busy reliving their own orgasms to care. Leonis continued to rest his cock inside her mouth for a few minutes, before slowly pulling it out, smearing saliva and sperm over the fiery Sorceress’ features as she coughed, practically wheezing.

Getting up, Triss sent the Mage a scathing side-glance. “Slut? And– *Cough*–  And I even thought you were a gentleman, Leonis.”

“Sorry, sorry. It was in the heat of the moment, Darling.” The Mage sheepishly scratched his head, hugging the Sorceress from behind, his stiff erection poking at her naked butt. “C’mon, Darling–”

His hands snaked on her breasts, pinching her nipples and chuckling. “Let the two of us proceed to the… Main course, shall we?”

With one smooth motion, Leonis spread her legs wide-open, impaling her on his twitching member without a second more of hesitation. His cock slammed into her, splitting her tight slit and scraping at the entrance of her drooling womb. The fiery Sorceress squealed, hands blindly grabbing in desperate search for his arms.

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She had hoped that maybe, just maybe she could make him slow down with her actions, since her gaping mouth was less than useless for anything other than cries and moans in this situation, but she hadn’t expected the Mage to double– No, triple his speed, squeezing her cleanly-shaven snatch dry of juices. Tongue lolling out of her mouth, eyeballs rolling to the back of her head in sheer ecstasy, naught but incoherent screams and cries tore their ways out of the Sorceress’ hoarse throat.

“Urgh… Argh! Leonis- Leonis! Pleash… Slow- Slow down, I’m gonna lose my mind–!” Triss Merigold was no blushing virgin, neither was she a shy maiden, but as she felt him piston into her, causing electricity to jolt at her, ever-tightening walls, the Sorceress could barely form sentences correctly, juices darkening the velvety bedsheet. “Fuck– Oh… Ah!”

Up and down, she bounced.

His cock slipping in and out of her.

Pre-cum and cum staining the walls of her pussy.

He was getting faster, fucking her harder and deeper, enough for bruises to form over her lower-lips and womb, until even the seemingly composed Mage could not keep a lid on the pleasure anymore, blowing a huge load into the Sorceress and causing her stomach to bulge. It felt good, it felt every bit as enjoyable as she had initially expected, but Triss could not help feeling somewhat relieved when Leo finally slowed.

The Sorceress wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take.

She only knew if he had continued, the Mage would have left her bedridden for a few weeks, and with her Potion-Allergy, as ironic as it might sound, plus a lack of Healing Spells in her repertoire, that would have been an issue.

Unfortunately, the Sorceress had sorely underestimated Leonis’ Stamina. She had only been let off for a couple of minutes, barely coming down from her latest orgasms when he grabbed her again. Seeing Triss’ horrified expression, the smirk on Leonis’ face widened sadistically. “Surely, you didn’t think that was the end of it, did you darling? The night’s long, and I still have lots and lots of love to give you.”

“Wha–?! Wait Leonis- Wait I- Uhmmm!”

Thus, the battle inside the bedchamber raged on, meanwhile a certain ashen-haired Witcheress spied on them from outside, muffling her mewling moans with her knuckle as she furiously touched and caressed her pussy next to the door leading into the chamber, her own dripping nectars dampening the wooden floor beneath her crouched form. “Triss, Leonis- Ahhh… Hah!”

—— [Fate: DML] ——

I got up this morning feeling less refreshed than tired, but it was this sort of… Comfortable tiredness?

I wasn’t sure how to describe it, all I knew was when I saw Triss Merigold sleeping next to me, her gorgeous fiery hair splayed messily on the bed, that overwhelming sense of satisfaction and accomplishment dwarfed everything, not even the exhaustion I had procured yesterday– Both mentally and physically, could bring down my good mood.

I pressed a kiss on the slumbering Sorceress’ forehead, smiling as an annoyed frown crossed her peaceful expression. “Rest well, my little Firefly…”

Pushing away strands of her bang, matted with sweats she had worked up last night, I added, suddenly experiencing an odd need to whistle and skip cheerfully. “I’ll prepare us breakfast, ‘kay?”

Obviously, I did not expect her to actually respond, I did kind of drain her dry after all, making her try out at least half of the positions in the famous Kama Sutra for my– Well, our entertainment, ‘cause according to my nigh photographic memories, the Sorceress did enjoy herself plenty last night, as evident from the dark stains on the velvety bedsheet.

In fact, I was fairly certain if not for its darker color-scheme, the stains would have likely quadrupled in number. Not even going to lie, I was feeling pretty fucking good about myself right now. After last night… Showing, approximately five entire hours and over two dozen orgasms on the Sorceress’ part to be precise, I doubted any man could ever fill the hole I left, pun unintended.

Thank the Gods to the Witcher Trials for accelerating my growth, else I’d have had to settle with shooting blanks.

Of course, the fact that my completely unexpected growth-spurt had added three extra inches to ‘Little Leo’ had also contributed majorly in my phenomenal performance during our late-night escapade. Truly, choosing to modify and undergo the Trials had been the wisest decision I had made thus far! 10/10, would recommend to anyone looking to cheat the System.

I skipped towards the door, trying and failing to keep my excitement from showing. Practically, racing outside, my attention was immediately captured by the wet-looking spots near the door. My eyes narrowed as I closed the door, waiting for Triss’ scent and mine to fade, but the result was the same, this was indeed someone’s sexual fluids… And it definitely couldn’t be from Geralt or Yennefer.

For once, I doubted those two had a voyeur fetish,

And even if they did have that strange fixation, Geralt and Yennefer shouldn’t have been here.

If my memories had not failed me, they did not stay over yesterday, having left for their Inn by the time Ciri and I got back.

Meaning… ‘Princess, how naughty of you.’

A devilish smirk danced upon my lips, I was going to have so much funs teasing her today. It’s not my fault, the Witcheress was begging for it, alright?! If she had cleaned her mess up, I might, and that’s a might, not have found evidences of her spying on us having sex, and thus incapable of teasing her, but since she had left behind such a big puddle.

‘He- Hehehe– Oh-Princess, you should have known better.’ Directly blinking downstairs, I checked on our supplies. There wasn’t much inside the fridge– Yes, apparently my favorite Sorceress ever had a magical Artifact similar to a fridge to preserve her Alchemic ingredients, I must leave for the market, but it’s still quite early in the morning…

Thankfully, in the Hierarch Square, I knew of several stalls that were open 24/7, hopefully they would have fresh ingredients.

With a course of actions decided upon, I quickly conjured up a few pouches of coins, making my way to the Square– Or rather, blinked my way to the Square. Sure, it might draw unsavory attentions, but I was a powerful Magus on my own rights, I was not afraid of the peasants, nor was I afraid of the gangs and Nilfgaardian Soldiers, why should I traverse like normal people?

While my abrupt entrance did make the few wandering the Hierarch Square jump in fright, I paid them no mind, only caring about the stalls. After picking some fresh vegetables, mostly for Triss and Ciri, daddy’s a carnivore through and through. Just as I was about to pay the grubby merchant, a Squadron of Nilfgaardian Soldiers quickly approached my position. “Leonis Magnum, by order of the White Flame, you’re hereby under arrest! You are to report to the nearest station immediately!”

Sighing, I threw the pouches at the merchant, and with one smooth motion, left a giant crater on the Square. The Soldiers looked at me like I was a Monster, not the kinds they would find wandering the wilderness, but the kinds that were spoken about in fairytales and childhood stories. “Look, I’m very, very happy today, which is why I’ve chosen to spare you idiots–”

I completely blitzed the group, tapping the Captain’s helmet playfully. “You tell Emhyr if he keeps following this path, I’ll teleport in his room, tear out his spleen with my bare hands and shove it, alongside my fist down his fucking throat, you got it? Tell him to leave Ciri alone.”

“The- The Emperor’s orders are–!” The Captain stuttered, stopping when I slapped both his helmet off and his teeth out. “You- You, you dare disobey?! Men, seize him!”

I looked at the group of Nilfgaardian Soldiers challengingly, they stared back meekly, slowly dropping their weapons as their gazes moved from me to the crater left by a single stomp of my foot. “Well, Mr. Captain. It looks like your men are smarter than you! Who here wants a promotion?”

Unexpectedly, one amongst the group raised his hand, I hummed, choking back a laugh. “Hmmm… Fine, from now on, I hereby declare you’re to be this Squadron’s new Captain.”

Ripping the former Captain’s armor-pieces off, I kicked them over to him amidst the Soldiers’ astonished gazes, and in one swing, slapped his head so hard the muscles of his neck were shredded. I waved cheerfully at the group, who were gulping loudly, understandably terrified.

“You’re welcome.” I drawled and blinked back to the building we resided in, having done my good deed of the day. What? If these men were led by such an incompetent fool, they would surely lose their lives sooner or later, I was merely helping them! Carrying the bags to the kitchen, I started to make breakfast, even squeezing oranges in three different cups for Ciri, Triss and I, mouth constantly humming and changing between the songs, ‘Do it for me’ and ‘Animals’.

Try as I might, last night’s memories were clear in my head.

It’s even better than the sex I had with the Novigrad’s resident Succubus, that’s how good it was.

“Somebody seems happy.” My head snapped towards the ashen-haired Witcheress, a playful and confident smirk creeping over my lips. “Of course I am, Triss is a terrific woman, and last night was simply… Heavenly.”

“Yes, I’m aware, you two weren’t exactly quiet yesterday, I could barely sleep.” Ciri snorted, though her lingering gaze on my crotch, just a second too long, clued me in on his thoughts. I brought the cup, offering it to the Witcheress, my lips nearing her ear as I blew. “Maybe you would have had better luck sleeping if you weren’t so busy secretly peaking at us from outside, Princess.”

She instantly blushed, face reddening visibly. It’s made even cuter by the Witcheress’ pale skin thanks to her Elven heritage. Stammering, Ciri faked a cough to hide her embarrassment. “Well- Well, you two were being too loud, and I was curious, is it wrong?”

I ran my index finger down her inflamed-looking scar, smiling wickedly. “Oh? Curious enough to play with yourself while we were doing it, enough for you to cum and wet the floor? I almost slipped on the fruit of your labor this morning, you know?”

Covering her face with her gloved hands, the Witcheress cowered in her seat, slowly and shakily bringing the orange juice to her glossy lips. Ciri had barely gotten a sip of the fresh beverage in when I made to steal a kiss from her. She took it in strides, simply leaning back and allowing my seeking tongue to slip past the defenses of her previously tightly-pressed lips.

Wanting to know how much I could push her boundaries, my hand slid down her chest, abs, only to rest on her crotch.

It was as I had thought, her leather pants were quite thin, I could practically feel wetness spread under it as she moaned breathlessly into my mouth. Sadly, I was not in the mood to tussle for a second round, now that my Contract with the Man of Glass had ended, I must gather all the possible mutagens I could and return to Nasu, hence why I chose to back away, leaving the pouting and dissatisfied Witcheress to slump on her seat.

Beside, if I did fuck her here and now, who would fix our breakfast?

“I’m guessing it has been a while?”

She shyly nodded. “I- Before meeting you, my encounters with the Wild Hunt were increasing in frequency, so…”

“Next time, if you’re that horny, just ask to join us, I doubt Triss will refuse. I know I certainly won’t.” I was fairly sure that would work, Triss was fucking Philippa Eilhart in Assassination of Kings, she’s most definitely a bisexual, same went for our mewling Witcheress here. That would– Should resolve half of the reasons why the Sorceress opted to not immediately jump into a relationship with me, it’s a win-win! “I- I’ll consider it.”

I kissed her again, but this time on her nose instead. “I heard there’s an Ice Giant terrorizing Skellige, I want to hunt him later–”

I smiled, chuckling as a familiar excitement shone in the depths of her eyes. It’s good to know that even with her feelings for me, Ciri hadn’t changed much. “– You want to join me, Princess?”

Running my digits up her arm, I chuckled. “After that, I can help scratch that itch you have.”

The Witcheress laughed. “Careful, your ego’s getting a little out of hands, Leonis.”

“Hmmm… That’s not a ‘no’ I heard from you.” Ciri did not respond, but I could tell she’s just trying to keep a calm façade. Judging from her heartbeats, she’s at the very least half as excited as I was. “Fine, fine. I’ll join you, just send me a heads-up when you’re ready to leave.”

Smirking, I was about to kiss her again, but the scent of burnt foods quickly pulled my attention away. Frowning, I told her. “I need to return to the kitchen before our breakfast’s all burnt. Call little Firefly down for me, won’t you?”

“Shouldn’t you leave Triss to rest? You did torment her the entire night.” The Witcheress taunted. Unfazed, I simply wiggled my fingers patronizingly. “Ah-Ah-Ah. Remember, breakfast’s the most important meal of the day, no one should be skipping it, let alone someone who’s going to have… Issues moving about in the near future.”

“Very well, I’ll call her, but you better prepare the best breakfast ever, or Triss is going to be pissed.” Ciri taunted, turning to the stairs while I too left for the kitchen. “I know, I know. Be careful, don’t let our Sorceress burn your hair off.”

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