Chapter 66: Episode 63

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A/N: Thus, the Witcher Arc ends here, next Ep Leonis will return to the Eldritch-ridden World of Nasu. There will be a section for them to say their goodbyes, obviously, but hopefully, if my mind allows it, it won’t be too long. Also, Merry Christmas! <3 Today marks this first day I receive a that from people whose faces I have never seen before, quite the novel-feeling actually, does warn my heart though.

A/N#2: Also, have you guys read Tokyo Revengers? The latest chaps are fucking wild, I thought Mikey was cool, but Shinichiro was a fucking beast. Look at what he did to the concrete-wall, holy shit. The ending was kind of anticlimactic though, not gonna lie.

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Breakfast was quite awkward, for Ciri and Triss that was, I was fairly certain the ever fiery Sorceress somehow heard of our conversation, or at the very least had some suspicions as to what Ciri and I were talking about this early morning. Maybe, it was her natural feminine intuition? Or perhaps it was simply due to how… Standoffish and shy the ashen-haired Princess was acting?

‘Seriously Ciri, stop glancing at Triss’ breasts, you’re acting like a closet-pervert.’ Likely sensing my amused gaze, the Witcheress blushed bright, quickly averting her eyes from her surrogate sister. Sadly, she didn’t seem to realize that only serves to make her look even guiltier than before. ‘Ah-And now she’s looking at Triss’ crotch next… By Gil’s Golden Grace, can you be just a bit more discreet, Princess?’

I thought, forcefully shoving down the laughter bubbling up my throat at Triss’ increasing discomfort. It dawned on me, if I was noticing Ciri’s rather lecherous gazes, trailing at every nook and cranny of the Sorceress’ curvy form, then surely the woman herself must have felt them as well. In order to make things just a bit less awkward for the two, I attempted to defuse the situation using my favorite social tool ever:

Small-talks!

That was sarcasm by the way, in case you hadn’t noticed.

Nothing, and I meant nothing could be more torturous for an introvert like me than fucking small-talks, other than maybe(?) being actually tortured.

But, if I was to become a prestigious Magus, and above all else, a true Harem King as Issei Hyoudou– The Oppai Dragon Emperor would put it, there were certain things, skills I’d have to learn/master, and… Sacrifices I must make. Having to get used to small-talks was merely one of many aforementioned sacrifices.

Hands clasped, I silently sent a prayer to the old friend who had been with me through times, thick and thin. Farewell, my Introvert-Life, you had served me well, but as a Gamer, I must therefore act like one and move onto grander, better things now. “So, Ladies…!”

Trailing off, I faked a cough and continued clumsily. “Lovely weather we’re having today, don’t you girls agree? It’s such a nice day.”

‘Smooth, Leo-tan. Real fucking smooth–‘ Angra snorted in my head, and I could practically feel his disgusted gaze staring… Down(?) at me, disdain coloring his tone. ‘Really, that’s the best you can do? Bring your A-Game, you idiot. I’ve heard better from a kindergartener trying and failing to flirt with that his teacher.’

‘Shut your hole Angra, I’m fucking trying my best. Beside, why does it matter how I speak to them, it’s not like they’re your girlfriends, you bodiless Wraith!’ Gritting my teeth, I bit back venomously, my expression twisted in irritation as the Daemon King scoffed, his haunting voice echoing, bouncing left and right, up and down inside my skull. ‘Your ‘best’ sucks ball-sacks then, Leo-tan. Just- Just, don’t be so stiff, be natural– Be you, forget those dating gurus you’re taking lessons from!’

“I’m not taking lessons from any guru. Now, SHUT. UP!” I hissed through my tightly-pressed lips, my whispers which should have been inaudible sounded like a gunshot in the silent kitchen.

“You alright, Leonis?” The Witcheress questioned and I just blurted. “I’m okay, just talking to the Daemon in my head, who’s suddenly very, very judgmental for whatever reasons.”

Ciri and Triss both eyed me with a blank expression for a full minute, before deciding it was not worth the hassle and returning to their plates. ‘Argh-Fuck. Now they think I’m crazy… Fantastic. Look what you did, you prick!’

‘Don’t blame that on me, you’re the one who admitted you have a Daemon in your head, Leo-tan.’ Bastard had the nerves to whistle innocently! ‘Choke on a bag of dicks and die, filthy Daemon-Scum!’

‘You first, you ungrateful piece of shit… And- And not even a big one, just a small, pitiful roll on the side of a nameless road.’

Surprisingly, we were able to keep a straight face for nearly two entire minutes, bursting into laughter a second later. Well, Angra did, I had to forcefully swallow it all down, almost choking on my own spits as my cheeks swelled up like a puffer-fish. Thankfully, my unusual actions were not seen by Ciri and Triss, the two being too busy ignoring each other, subjecting us all to this sort of weird, painful tension to notice anything was wrong with me.

“I heard you two last night, you in particular were quite vocal.” Ladies and Gentlemen, I presented to you, Cirilla of Cintra– The Witcheress, the Prophesized Child of the Elder Blood, the Lost Princess and Heir of the now defunct Kingdom of Cintra and the Nilfgaardian Empire! The Sorceress’ face lit up and paled at the same time as I groaned, practically balking at how direct and insensitive she was.

‘What a cool way to break the silence... No wonder you find her attractive, she’s basically you, Leo-tan.’

“I- Ciri, I’m sorry, I know how you feel about Leonis, I was selfish and I knew shouldn’t have, but–!” A tirade came spilling from the Sorceress’ lips, only to be silenced by Ciri’s hush. “Triss! That’s not why I’m mentioning this, I–”

The Witcheress paused, inhaling sharply, her skin reddening as her gaze zoomed in on Triss’ curves, then averting shyly to find solace in her lap instead. Damn, was this really happening, were they really working their issue out without any of my inputs? “I’ll be honest, I actually thought it was– You were erotic…”

It's coming, my first ever threesome, had it arrived at last?! “It’s weird, I understand. I have known you since I was a child, you helped me through my first flowering and practically raised me for a time. I never thought I’d say this, but- but I’m attracted to you. Whether this is purely sexual or has a hint of romance, I know not, but I–!”

Ciri’s head snapped towards the motionless, wide-eyed Sorceress so fast, I was genuinely afraid her neck would break, but what’s more was how much the Witcheress was trembling and quivering, understandably fearful of rejection as droplets of sweat dripped from her forehead to her nose, then rolled down her lips and jawline. Meanwhile, the Sorceress whom Ciri had basically just confessed to was…

ERROR

ERROR

Triss Merigold.Exe has stopped responding.

‘Oh-Dear, she’s too shocked to reply.’ Sensing the Witcheress’ increasing nervousness, I discreetly and gently tapped Triss’ leg below the table, snapping her awake and back to Reality. “Ciri- I, I’m not sure how to respond, can- can you give me time to- Uhmm- Process this?”

“Ye- Yes! Sorry, for throwing this on you so suddenly, you’ve always been in love Geralt and I just- I didn’t- I never had the chance to tell you how I feel, I didn’t know how and before I knew it, I was forced to run again…” In spite of her stuttering, her words conveyed more emotions than I could decipher. There were the awkwardness, angst, anger and so many more. ‘Sounds to me like she really does like Triss.’

Was- Was this ever mentioned in the Books or Games? He had never read the Books, he couldn’t afford it thanks to his family’s financial burdens, I think? Or was it because his parents separation–?!

Instinctively, I brought my hands up to clutch my head, the strange train of thoughts moving farther and farther, it was like I was attempting to grab at a Dream after waking up– It was impossible.

Shaking away the dull aches, I thought. ‘What was that…?’

‘What was what?’

I stammered in response. ‘I- No, it’s nothing, just a headache, that’s all.’

Thankfully, my mind was adaptable and able to the situation at hands. Perhaps it was the effect of [Harem Seeker]? After all, a Harem was much easier to build, maintain and manage altogether if the girls were also in love with each other… Regardless, despite being the catalyst causing this, even I was getting sort of uncomfortable now. It felt like I was intruding in a very precious moment between these two.

“I- Uhmm- I think I should leave you two to it, this is clearly an intimate moment, so I’m gonna go, ‘cause this is getting too awkward for me to handle–” Without a moment more of hesitation, I turned my back on them, shoveling the rest of my foods into my mouth and just… Fled to the stairs, I ran and ran like the Devil himself was on my tail, ignoring the offended outbursts from the two women. “Don’t forget Princess, we have an Ice Giant to hunt later!”

I was so fast I practically blinked into my bedchamber. I heard faux outrages downstairs, then chuckles, which quickly got louder and louder into full-blown laughter. My lips edged up, glad that my antics had somewhat eased the tension between the girls.

Turning to my bedchamber, I sighed. My assigned room was much the same as I left it, slightly dusty with the exceptions being my rock-hard bed and my Workshop. The rest I hadn’t touched for a while, being too occupied with O’Dimm’s Seven Souls Contract to actually clean up. “I’ll have to return to Nasu soon, don’t I?”

The question was aimed at no one in particular, none but myself that was. I loved Nasuverse! I missed Rin, Gil and Shiro, I did– I had waited for the day when I finally got to see them once more, what I didn’t expect was this, this morose, that beat and hammered against my ribcages. Then why- Why was I feeling like this? Logically, I should be thrilled, excited beyond measures to go home, to be done with this backward planet and its inhabitants…

And yet, when thoughts of what awaited me there beside the girls came– A cavalcade of Monsters,

Some Humanoid,

Some nightmares-fuel,

The never-ending waves of battles that were destined to come,

All I could feel was a bone-deep tiredness that stabbed at my very Soul.

‘We can just… Stay. Here where the only being capable of hurting us is Gaunter O’Dimm, who won’t interfere in our matters unless we cross him.’ A treacherous thought entered my brain, slithering and taking roots inside like the Snake that tempted Adam and Eve. ‘Shiro will save everyone anyway, what reason is there for us to involve ourselves? Everyone will be fine regardless, our presences there are merely an unnecessary precaution!’

I couldn’t object to the thoughts, even should our favorite Heroine of Justice lost, Alaya– The World, the Collective Consciousness of Mankind would intervene, right?

She/It would not let Humanity simply be snuffed out like that, the Nameless Martyrs never had a chance to begin with! And even if Alaya could not stop what’s to come, why did it matter? We had already established I was a selfish cunt, I had even preached to Triss about the importance of selfishness before, maybe it was time I took my own advices? ‘No, no. Rin, Shiro, Sakura and Illya might be safe, b- but what of Gil? What about the Golden Queen?’

Could I really leave her, knowing what her fate would be?

Invictus came to my hands, its presence affording me a brief moment of comfort in my confusion. ‘I can’t, can I? I can’t leave Gil, she will be disappointed and heartbroken for sure.’

“Three days… I’ll go back to Nasu in three days.” It was the optimal amount, I could get all my business in the Witcher-Verse settled, and it shouldn’t affect my resolve in any noteworthy way. ‘Is there a need to rush back so soon? The Holy Grail War isn’t situated for another decade, if my memory serves me right.’

‘I know, but I’m afraid any more and my determination will be shaken.’ I answered, my voice holding none of the conviction I wanted it to. Being in the Witcher-Verse was quite the experience. Despite all the foes the Verse had thrown my way, none proved to be truly dangerous except for Gabriel, and technically, she was from Nasu. “I’m relaxing too much.”

This lack of dangers was making me lax more and more. If this situation continued, I was afraid I’d be utterly unrecognizable. My new life thus far had revolved around conflict after conflict after conflict, the precious moments of respite were so short, so brief I couldn’t remember when was the last I had gotten to relax, to sit down, be alone and just… Blow off some steams? The Witcher-Verse had offered me exactly that.

Unfortunately, all good things would come to an end.

Thanks to Gabriel, I had lingered in this Verse for far too long, it was time to come home.

Thus, I started packing things, separating each and every mutagens I had harvested, putting my new collection of books in neat stacks stored inside a locked chest. Since I had not invented an Inventory even with the Elder Blood, I’d have to lug all this and more to Nasu, hence why I must put them in separate and secured containments each.

You’d think creating something akin to an Inventory Function was easy with the aid of the Elder Blood, but it was most definitely not. To create a Space that would remain connected to me and no one else, plus being capable of surviving even through teleportation, [Blink] and portals, which in and of themselves were different forms of distortion affecting Space and Time, was a challenge I had yet to overcome.

Although, in all fairness, I hadn’t delved too deep into the matter, opting to focus on honing my existing Skills and inventing new offensive Skills to give me different methods of capturing and dispatching my enemies. Who knew? Perhaps the solution was right in front of my eyes and I simply hadn’t seen it? I did tend to miss the most obvious stuffs ever…

‘Can you focus, Leo-tan? You’re spilling the Nekker’s liquefied brain all over the place.’ I looked down to see the Nekker Warrior’s mutagens I was handling dripping down my hands and onto the floor. “Yeah-Yeah, I’ll focus, but it is proving to be a challenge.”

Fuck it, I’d clean that later.

My eyes moved about the room as I sighed, and involuntarily landed on the Star-Gate.

Come to think of it, I’d have to move it to another location, wouldn’t I? I couldn’t possibly leave the Magical Artifact I had painstakingly built here for thieves and robbers once Triss and Ciri inevitably relocated to a different place now, could I? ‘So much to do, and so little time…’

Again, the treacherous thoughts crept in and I had to physically shake them away. ‘Maybe I should extend the three days period to a week instead?’

No- No!

Shut it,

Bad Leonis,

Bad…!

‘I’m very, very fucking worried about your mental health, Leo-tan. It’s one thing to talk to me, it’s another entirely to talk to yourself. Maybe you should get yourself checked up?’

‘You!’ My lips twitched angrily. ‘Shut your hole too, you Daemon-Prick!’

—— [Fate: DML] ——

The Ice Giant slammed his hands down at the poor sod who somehow, somehow got hiss ass captured. I didn’t understand how, the Giant was slow as fuck. His legs might be long, but his cumbersome form caused him a lot of difficulty walking, let alone running. That’s not mentioning the big-ass anchor he used as a weapon…

Gonna be honest, I had half the mind to leave the poor sod to his fate, if only to prevent his DNA from polluting the human Gene-Pool and making this planet an even shittier Hellhole than it already was.

Why? Judging from the discolorations on his pants, located right next to his knees and shins, he must have tripped while fleeing, which was the only, and let me repeat, only plausible explanation as to how he could have gotten himself in this situation. If the sod had been a pretty girl, it would be understandable since maybe, maybe he could have gotten caught up in a dress or something, but the lad was a grown man with a full beard and a stench hundreds times worse than the actual Ice Giant.

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“Leonis, what are you standing there for?! Block the Giant, I’ll get him out!” Fine, but only ‘cause you asked, Princess. I blinked in front of the Giant, pushing his anchor away with a Tai-Chi maneuver that would make those old men in the parks blush with shame. Added with a pinch of [Mana Burst], the rusty anchor swung, instantly making a full 180°. The Giant tilted his head in confusion, lightly tugging on the anchor that I deflected, now lodged inside the cave-wall. “Didn’t see that coming, did ya’?”

Apparently, for all his disfigurements, it would seem the Ice Giant still understood basic humans’ expressions, because my taunting smirk angered him so much he howled, blood vessels popping under his eyes. He yanked the anchor, fully intending to smash me to bits with it I’m sure, but Ciri, having just broken the idiot out of cage, was not about to let that happen. She blinked, jumping on top of the Ice Giant, her Black Keys humming with a light coat of tortoise-green.

“Get away from him, damned filth!” She rammed them into his neck, decapitating the Giant in one smooth motion, her chest heaving with exhaustion, yet Ciri refused to stop kicking the deceased Giant. The Witcheress seemed slightly agitated, which to be fair, I was kind of responsible.

I kind of, sort of made her solo the everything on the way to the Giant’s cave.

What? It’s for her own good, I was just trying to make the best Witcheress there would ever be!

Yeah, my method might have been a tad excessive, but if- When I returned to the Witcher-Verse, I wanted to see her alive, healthy and whole.

In this profession, there’s no way I could guarantee her safety when I was an Universe away. Even with the Elder Blood, Ciri needed experiences fighting monsters, actual monsters and learn not to rely on her hax as much. In fact, if I could find another of those Druid-looking motherfucking Lesshens, I’d like to pit the Witcheress against one of them. The Lesshens were one of the toughest monsters you could find the wilderness, they were strong, fast and they had plenty of offensive Magics.

Basically the perfect foe for the Witcheress to hone her Skills.

“Sir, ma’am. Thank thee, I knew not what would have happened to me if you two had failed to show up…” The sod shuddered, rubbing his shoulders in embarrassment. “May- May I know the names of mine saviors?”

I looked at him in disgust, the scent of alcohols and urines was thick on this one.

Ciri waved off the offensive smell with little trouble, offering him her gloved hand and going in for a handshake. I did not like the glint he had when he subtly trailed his gaze down her body, it’s not simply out of lust, but pure, unadulterated malice. “Cirilla of Cintra– A Witcheress, and this here is my…”

“Her grumpy Sorcerer lover, Leonis Magnum.” Ciri sputtered, cheeks reddening, but she surprisingly did not protest. “Now that you know, you can beat it.”

“Leonis!”

I shrugged. “What can I say, I don’t like the way this guy’s looking at you.”

It might be my imagination, but I swore I saw the supposedly ‘poor sod’ glare at me from the corner of my vision. “Hey, just out of curiosity, who are you and why exactly are you here?”

[Mesmerize] and [Axii] both activated as I stared into his eyes, watching the man’s jaws go slack. “Leonis, what are you doing?”

“Just… Checking something.” I said, gaze moving about the cave to find tons of rag-like sacks that looked suspiciously like what I’d expect slaves to wear scattered all over, then took a quick look-over at the rescued man. His armor didn’t seem exactly expensive, not like the Nilfgaardian, but they were definitely expertly-crafted. “I- I’m Erik, a- a former crew of the Haunted Maiden, and I- I’m…”

I felt his mind struggle against the bindings of my Spells and quickly tightened my control over his consciousness. “What exactly do you do on the Haunted Maiden?”

“I- I was the Captain of the Haunted Maiden, we’re paid handsomely to...”

“To what? Answer!”

“Transport- Transport the–” Erik’s nose began to bleed. “The slaves! Our Vessel was destroyed last week and- and the crews and merchandises were all eaten by the Giant!”

“And these slaves, where do you get them from? Do you really just transport them?” His eyes popped open, his forehead was bulging with blood vessels and his skin, in spite of the cold, was burning with exertion. “I- I get to test-tasted the merchandises. The- The customers don’t care as long as they can get their hands on some young girls.”

I released my grasp from his mind, eyeing the slaver as he stumbled on the ground, bleeding out from all of his orifices. “Take a look at this guy, Ciri. I know you’ve been on the run for so long, you can’t be bothered to care, but people like this exist everywhere in this World.”

I paused, raising my foot and smashing Erik the Slaver’s head open like a dropped-watermelon. “They exist in mine as well, and they can be convincing, a lot more conniving than this bastard here. Don’t let down your guard ever, I can’t be here to always help you. I won’t say I’ve fallen for you, but you are precious to me, and I do not want you to be taken advantages of ever.”

I sent the gaping Witcheress a smile, hands reaching to cup her cheeks. “Your kindness and Heroism are amazing, Princess. But, you also have to make sure you aim it at the right people. If I hadn’t killed him, if I hadn’t been here, Erik the Bastard would have likely tried to force himself on you at some point and…”

I caught myself in time, the possessive, ‘And you’re mine’ remained unspoken and in my head alone, but from how bright Ciri was blushing, she probably had some guesses. Or maybe, it’s just the fact that I was still cupping and caressing her cheeks. “I- I understand, I’ll be more careful in the future. Can- Can you let go?”

“Do you really want me to, Princess?” I smirked, trailing my digits down her inflamed scar and leaning on her shoulder, whispering. “I still remember how wet you were early this morning, I remember how tightly you pressed your lips to prevent yourself from moaning, I remember how you tried to buckle your hips so you can grind and feel my fingers better.”

I licked the Witcheress’ earlobe, thoroughly enjoying the shivers that I caused. Not anyone else, not that Elven Sage Avallac’h, but me. It’s almost addicting how much power I held over her, to see the usually confident and overly-excited Witcheress submit to my will. I knew she was somewhat submissive, if not masochistic from the snippets of the Books I knew, courtesy of this thing called YouTube, but I never expected her to be this submissive. “Le- Leonis, not- not here.”

I pulled her in my embrace, hands palming her toned ass, all while telekinetically throwing the corpses and rags outside. Another twitch of my fingers, and soon a bed– An exact replica of Triss’, appeared in the middle of the cave. But that alone was not enough, I quickly used [Ansuz] to summon gusts of winds that pushed and expelled all stagnated air and stench out. “Then push me away, or better yet, blink out of my arms, you know I can’t stop you.”

Chuckling, I spread her ass almost jovially, fingers pushing slightly into her puckered hole. She did not even make the slightest attempt to stop my actions, instead opting to lean further into my embrace, her voice breathy, more moans than coherent words. “Leo- Leonis, that- that’s not- that’s the wrong hole, you’re touching my…”

“I know exactly where I’m touching, Princess.” My right hand continued scratching at the entrance of her asshole, my left moving up hastily, almost in a hurry to tear the mewling Witcheress’ shirt off. Needless to say, she was shocked, snapping out of her pleasure-induced haze. “Leonis, I don’t bring another shirt with me!”

I ignored her outburst, rolling my eyes as I squeezed her breast, reshaping them with each move and motion as the complaints died in her throat, drowned out by Ciri’s unashamed moans. “My little Witcheress, my beautiful Princess.”

My erection was rock-hard.

Arm over her waist, I pulled her closer, cock pressing against her clothed slit. “I’m leaving in three days.”

I said suddenly, knowing full-well it might upset her enough to leave me hanging and blue-balled. I stopped, ceasing all my actions to carefully watch the different expressions flit through her face, until it landed on a mixture arousal, resignation and sadness. “Just- Just kiss me, you bastard.”

And I did, only I did not kiss her on the lips, I was more interested in her erected nipples. My tongue lashed at her breasts, leaving Ciri quivering in her boots, trembling as she trusted me with her entire weight. I kept tickling and teasing and sucking on her breasts, until she was so sensitive that her knees buckled, giving out from under her.

The Witcheress threw her head back, letting out a sound that was somewhere between a throaty moan and a squeal. “Leonis, Leonis! Just- Just fuck me already!”

I smiled, suckling on her tits even harder. “And give up the chance to tease every single moan, mewl and squeal out of you? No, no. My cute little Princess, I’m going to enjoy coaxing all those delicious sounds out of you.”

With Triss, I had to be rough to make an impression.

She was an experienced woman, but from all the sex scenes of her I remembered in the games, it was always slow, gentle.

Ciri was different, she had some experiences thanks the former, now deceased King of Aen Elle, but beyond that, the Witcheress’ sexual journey thus far had been almost exclusively with other girls.

With her, I could afford to bide my time, be gentle and loving.

My Mana surged, [Ansuz] activating again to raise a bonfire near us.

‘Fucking Ice Giant, he just had to live in the middle of nowhere, and on a snowy mountain at that too…!’

My hands slowly caressed her waist belt, before shredding it with a quick motion. Ciri jerked, almost as though she wanted to catch the fabrics. My touches were light, nearly ticklish judging from the hint of a smile creeping up her lips. Her abs felt hard under my palm as I slipped into her panties. Unlike Triss, whose underwear were all lacy, sexy stuffs, Ciri’s was… Boorish, for a lack of a better term, yet that too had its appeal, similar to a tomboy girl and a mature Milf.

Both were good, just in different ways.

Arousal pooled in her beautiful green eyes.

My pinkie hooked at the edge of her panties, pulling it down with care, licking my lips as I finally got to see her pussy.

My digits sunk into the neatly-trimmed strip above her honeypot and she twisted, teeth digging into my shoulder to muffle her moans and cries of pleasure.

It did not hurt, it didn’t even penetrate the skin of my neck, it served only to increase my excitement.

Carrying her on my shoulder like a caveman, I dropped Ciri on the bed I had projected using [Gradation Air]. Before she could muster a protest, my digits were already pressing on her naked back-entrance. Their colors and texture were simply incredibly, pinkish, soft, unused. Her reactions were instantaneous, like she had just been shocked, her hips bucking frantically from the sensation, the pressure I had administrated on both of her entrances.

Quickly, I yanked down my pants, regretting the fact that had not decided to wear projected clothes instead.

Yes, taking my pants off merely cost a few seconds, but those were some extremely precious few seconds, alright?! Breathings heavy, I sandwiched my cock between her ass-cheeks, using her juices to lubricate my throbbing tool. “I’m going in now, Princess. I’m going to make very, very good use of your cute, tight holes. I’m going to fuck you until your pussy and asshole are raw, my slutty, masochistic Princess.”

That did the job,

The Witcheress’ back arched up,

Her tongue lolled out, her eyes rolling back from the pleasure of the humiliation.

‘Masochistic indeed.’

The moment she orgasmed, I grabbed hip, thumbs digging into the flesh of her ass-cheeks, all in an attempt to spread and reveal her entrances better. Then, without a warning, I pushed inside more roughly than I’d have liked. Still, Ciri seemed to enjoy it, so why did it matter?

She was tight, tighter than Triss’ was, but not by much.

It’s likely due to the dry-spell she had been on recently, I supposed I had the Wild Hunt to thank for that.

Ciri lurched forwards, her ass slapping against my thighs furiously. Funny thing was, I wasn’t even doing anything beside standing there, the Witcheress was doing it on her own, and it’s so fucking hot, I couldn’t believe it. I thought I was in a dream, a very, very erotic dream. I tried to slow down at first, not wanting to hurt her, but seeing how excited she was, I could no longer contain myself. My hands grabbed at her biceps, ramming inside Ciri with reckless abandon.

Each time I pulled out, her pussy tightened, sucking and begging to the point it was painful, yet when I pushed back inside, it was the most euphoric sensation ever.

I tried to hold my own orgasm back, I did

But it was for naught.

I blew my entire loads inside at the same time Ciri reached her third climax.

Still, I refused to stop.

I wanted more than just her feeling good, I wanted to dominate, to possess, I wanted the Witcheress to never look at another guy again, which was why I bit down on the grunts, the growls and forced my cock up through sheer will and maybe a tidbit of Magecraft, reinforcing ‘little Leonis’ and pumping Mana into him to get the guy going.

“Leonis- Leonis! Oh- Aaahh, I- I just came, slow- slow down a bit!”

I did not listen to her.

Ciri had masochistic tendencies anyway, and judging from the iron-grip her pussy had on my cock, she’s clearly lying, or maybe it’s simply a way for her to regain some sort of control?

Didn’t know, didn’t care.

“I told you, did I not Princess? I’m going to fuck you until all three of your holes are covered in semen and raw to the touches, and I always keep my words.”

That day, moans and cries of pleasure spread through the entire mountains, overwhelming even the cutting whistles of winds, reaching the Ruins of Dorve.

Eventually, we did have to stop when it was nearly dark out, returning to Novigrad as a pair of exhausted, yet extremely satisfied Magus and Witcheress.

But, that was a tale for another day.

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