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"Oh yes, vatt'ghern! That's right! You're making excellent use of your third sword!" moaned Francesca Findabair, also known as Enid an Gleanna, the Daisy of the Valley, Queen of Dol Blathanna, a sorceress belonging to the Lodge, and the most beautiful woman in the world. Now lying naked, sprawled with her long, golden hair spread across a large, ornately framed bed.
And above her, leaning over her, was a naked witcher, his body marked with a hundred scars from various monsters, his long, massive cock thrusting in and out of the beautiful elf's tight, wet, lust-smelling pussy. The witcher's face was truly focused on the beautiful, naked sight before him.
He absorbed every curve and curve of the elven ruler and sorceress with his yellow, catlike eyes, making his fingers itch, wanting to grab the woman's long hair and tug, to hear the proud Francesca Findabair moan as she begged for more. For sorceresses rarely begged, if ever. At that moment, he felt an unpleasant tingling in his head.
“You can grab my hair if you want, Geralt,” Enid murmured, looking at the witcher with those large, doe-like eyes the color of the sky. So different from the familiar violet eyes and dark eyelashes.
"Francesca, you know I don't like having my mind read," Geralt murmured quietly, looking at the not-so-ugly two full curves against his member.
Francesca Findabair laughed heartily, her laughter sounding like spring rain. Warm and pleasant. Geralt squeezed one of the elf's pale buttocks, and she moaned at that.
"I know that well, Gwynbleidd. Yen told us a great deal about you. And little Merigold did too. She, in particular, didn't leave out a single juicy detail in her stories, including your considerable…attributes. Indeed, you're carrying a third sword in your pants, much nicer than the steel and silver ones," Francesca replied as Geralt grabbed and tugged on the sorceress's golden hair.
"Ah, not so hard, Geralt. Although I admit, I like your enthusiasm. I think I'll have to invite you on special assignments more often. Isn't that a wonderful idea?" Francesca moaned.
Geralt said nothing. Silently, he slammed his almost rhythmic rhythm into the elven ruler's hips, driving his witcher's cock into the tight pussy of Francesca Findabair, the most beautiful woman in the world. Or at least, that was the common belief in wizarding circles and beyond. The witcher remembered well how he had found himself in Dol Blathanna, the Valley of Flowers. He had been in Novigrad at the "Chameleon," visiting Dandelion, Priscilla, and Zoltan, and in the process buying himself a new leather jacket. A mounted courier burst into the inn and handed Geralt a sealed letter. It contained a message from Yennefer.
Dear Friend,
I hope all is well with you, because I am well. So, without wasting time on unnecessary courtesies, I hasten to inform you that one of my sorceress friends is having a problem with a monster and urgently requires the services of a witcher. Not just any witcher, but you, Geralt of Rivia himself. This sorceress is Enid an Gleanna, better known as Francesca Findabair, ruler of Dol Blathanna. So go there as soon as possible. Francesca has promised a handsome reward for dealing with the monster.
Your dear Friend,
Yen.
The letter smelled of lilac and gooseberries, the inseparable combination of scents typical of the raven-haired sorceress. The witcher was always on the Trail, so he couldn't miss such an opportunity. He said goodbye to his friends and set off on the long journey to Dol Blathanna on the back of the faithful Roach. He never expected it would end with him in bed with Francesca. Not that he was complaining. Geralt appreciated elven beauty, and the fact that he was now fucking the most beautiful woman in the world would give many a man such an ego that he wouldn't fit through a doorway. And he simply reveled in it.
He thrust into her rather roughly, listening intently to her almost brusque sounds. Even without his heightened witcher senses, he could easily pick out every moan. The elf drew them out, each one standing out from the previous one.
As he thrust into Francesca's tight pussy, he increasingly matched the woman's moans in rhythm. He did this almost unconsciously, except that he always remained alert, and after a while, he noticed the convergence of the two. He instantly pulled Francesca to him, his left hand buried in her tangled, blonde curls and his right on one of her buttocks.
The sorceress turned to him, literally facing him, and then Geralt did what any other man would have done in his place.
He pressed his lips against Francesca's warm ones, kissing her passionately. The elf was surprised, but quickly regained control, responding to the witcher's kisses with equal fervor. Their tongues fought a fierce battle, vying for dominance. And Geralt emerged victorious. For, just like fighting monsters, the white-haired witcher had experience in this.
"Geralt," Francesca murmured, licking her full, red lips. "You're a great kisser for a Dh'oine."
"Francesca, if you haven't noticed yet, I'm not an ordinary Dh'oine," Geralt replied.
"You can call me Enid, Geralt," Francesca murmured, placing a finger to the witchers' lips.
"As you wish, Enid," Geralt replied, struggling not to be distracted by the elven ruler's ample breasts.
"I wish you much, Geralt," Enid said, flipping the witcher onto his back and then riding him with incredible fervor.
Geralt watched Enid an Gleanna's bouncing tits in admiration, enjoying the way she rode his cock. He saw those doe-eyed blue eyes staring at him. A flirtatious smile appeared on her face.
"You can play with them if you want, Geralt. And I know you want to," Enid said.
"Are you reading my mind again?" Geralt asked bluntly.
"I don't need to read your mind for that, Geralt," Enid replied. "Especially when I see you staring at them."
Geralt didn't refuse. He rose, caressing and groping Enid's large, full breasts, kissing her neck and pointy ears. He felt one of the elf's hands cup his neck, pulling him closer, while the other scratched his back. And how much she moaned as she did so. The Queen of the Valley of Flowers could put many a whore to shame.
"Oh yes, Geralt, right there! Gods, don't you dare stop until I come, or I'll teleport you to some swamp," Enid moaned.
Geralt wasn't looking forward to wading naked through a swamp full of drowners, water hags, kikimores, and other abominations, so he certainly wasn't about to stop until the beautiful elf came. He also intended to show her what a witcher's endurance was. He busied himself with her pale nipples, licking and sucking first her right nipple, then her left. He listened with pleasure to Enid's moans. He knew how to please a woman.
Yen, Triss, and dozens of other women could attest to this. He turned at an angle, thrusting into her faster and harder. He must have hit the infamous g-spot, because Enid suddenly moaned louder and more profoundly than before, demanding that Geralt strike there. Which he did, eliciting lustful moans from the beautiful woman.
"Ysgarthiad! I'm about to come, Geralt!" Enid moaned after a long moment. The witcher had just pressed the sorceress firmly against the bed, plunging her pussy mercilessly, enjoying the way she tightened around his cock like a second skin. He smiled at that.
"If you say so. I'd love to see the most beautiful woman in the world come on my cock," Geralt murmured, holding her hands and fucking her.
Finally, the witcher felt Enid come deeply, experiencing a powerful orgasm. He himself finally came deep inside the Dol Blathanna ruler's pussy, which writhed like a fish washed ashore. Geralt pulled his cock out of her, still hard and ready for more. The sorceress looked at Geralt's cock and smiled.
"Still hard? You surprise me, Geralt. It's true that witchers have extraordinary stamina," Enid said, not taking her eyes off the witcher's manhood.
"That's certainly true, Enid," Geralt replied. "And I'm wondering whether I should use your ass now, or perhaps watch you choke on my cock."
"Oh, both options sound tempting. And even more so if Ida joins us for a threesome. Ida Emean aep Sivney, be so kind as to reveal yourself so Geralt can see you," said Enid, who was lying on her stomach, her long, slender legs swinging freely. Very beautiful legs.
Across the room, a beautiful elf with vermilion-red hair, dressed in a flowing daffodil-colored dress, appeared as if from nowhere. Her cheeks were flushed, and her hand was tucked between her legs. She was looking at Geralt with almost lustful eyes, especially at the cock dangling between his legs.
"The invisibility spell. That's why my medallion was constantly twitching," Geralt muttered. He cast a long glance at the beautiful, red-haired elf. "How long have you been spying on us?"
"Practically from the beginning, Gwynbleidd," Ida replied without embarrassment. "Enid told me to come quietly under the cloak of invisibility and watch you, so to speak, rudely fuck her."
Geralt glanced sideways at Enid. The elf was grinning as if it were no big deal.
"I thought I'd invite Ida to join us. But first she needed to convince herself, so at my request, she came under an invisibility spell so she could watch you fuck me, and as you can see, it turned her on beyond measure. Ida, come here and take care of our witcher. He's solved the problem of the fiend terrorizing our lands and deserves the full hospitality the Aen Seidh can show him," Enid said, twirling her golden locks.
Before Geralt could say anything, Ida was in front of him, kneeling, and taking his entire cock in one go. Her red lips stopped only at the base of his shaft. No one had ever managed to take his cock in one go before; even Yennefer had needed many attempts to finally achieve it. And Ida managed it as if it were no big deal.
"Don't be surprised," Enid murmured, hugging the witcher from behind, her golden curls tickling his back. "Ida is one of the Aen Saevherne, and they can do many things."
A knowing one, Geralt thought. Of course, that explains a lot. These elven knowing ones were supposedly vastly knowledgeable in various fields, not just magic. However, he hadn't realized that this also applied to matters of bed.
He groaned as he felt Ida's tongue expertly work his penis. He felt her lick the underside and move up and down its length. He groaned again, grabbing her red hair and pulling her closer. Ida remained composed, not choking or struggling, but sucking his cock with pleasure.
It took Geralt a moment to notice that Enid had disappeared, no longer hugging him or touching him with her hair. And Ida continued to proudly work his "sword" with relish, her blue eyes, paler than Enid's, gazing at him lustfully.
"Move over, Ida. Let me work on his balls," Enid said, and the elven Sage shifted, though reluctantly to give her ruler room.
Geralt watched the blonde elf take his balls into her mouth, licking and sucking them with relish, as the redhead continued to tirelessly suck his penis. It looked like the most erotic dream, but he knew it wasn't. And he probably wouldn't dream of Enid and Ida. Nevertheless, he enjoyed the way two powerful elven sorceresses worked his cock and balls in tandem. He could get used to it.
"You're truly well-endowed, Geralt," Enid murmured, releasing his balls and working on the part of his penis that Ida wasn't currently sucking or licking.
"Fuck," was the only thing the witcher managed to choke out, considering how well both women were doing to him.
"Yes, that's indeed an appropriate word. I wouldn't suck a dh'oine's balls or cock. Neither would Ida, for that matter," Enid said, looking amused before returning to sucking his balls.
Of that, he could be sure. Enid was arrogant and confident, proud of her elven heritage. And certainly the most beautiful woman Geralt had ever seen. But she didn't have raven-black curls or violet eyes. But now he was on the verge of coming, and it was hard not to moan as two beautiful elves gave him such sensual pleasure.
And as they kept switching positions, Enid sucking his cock and Ida his balls, and back again, Geralt felt like he was going to come at any moment. He held out for a long time, though, before finally ejaculating in Ida's mouth, who was sucking his cock again while Enid worked on his balls. The red-haired Sage swallowed his entire load, licking her lips as she did so. Enid leaned down, exchanging a kiss with Ida, taking some of the witcher's seed from her.
“Yes, your semen tastes quite good, Geralt of Rivia,” Ida said.
“A quite tolerable taste,” Enid added.
Ida stood up, untying the ties of her dress, which had fallen to the floor. Geralt could admire the curves and swells of her body, and his cock grew hard again.
“Oh, our witcher is ready to continue, Ida,” Enid said, staring at Geralt’s hard cock.
“I hope he uses it well. I want him to fuck me so hard I’ll barely be able to walk straight afterward,” said Ida, who sat on the bed, sticking out her luscious ass at Geralt.
“Come, Gwynbleidd, and take me,” Ida said in a flirtatious tone.
Geralt didn’t need to be told twice. He moved behind Ida, grabbed her hips, and with a single thrust, slammed his cock into her pussy below. Without oil, he wasn't about to subject the redhead to the painful discomfort of oral fucking. Instead, he began to pound her wet, tight pussy.
"Oh yes, Geralt! Oh yes, fuck me there!" Ida moaned, and Geralt adjusted the angle of the fuck, searching for her sensitive spot, but so far he hadn't found it.
And what about Enid…his acute hearing picked up her muffled moans, irregular breathing, and the movements of her fingers. The Queen of Dol Blathanna was clearly pleasuring herself while watching Geralt fuck her Sage. It was a very pleasant and relaxing activity, fucking her, listening to her moan his name and tell him where to fuck her, holding her hips—pretty lovely hips, by the way—and listening as Enid pleasured herself while watching the witcher please her advisors.
"Gwynbleidd, I don't know how you do it, but your cock must be magical! I feel like I'm about to come on your cock. Don't stop, Geralt!" Ida moaned incoherently, and Geralt grabbed and tugged at her hair.
"I'm not going to stop, but you be a good elf and take my witcher's cock," Geralt said dryly, but this only aroused Ida, making her moan louder.
"Oh yes, oh yes, give me more of your witcher's cock, Gwynbleidd!" Ida practically screamed.
Geralt didn't respond, but focused entirely on fucking the beautiful Wisdom, whose words were becoming less and less coherent and more like incoherent nonsense. This suited him. He didn't like to say too many words during intercourse, but sometimes it was unavoidable.
"Oh gods! I'm about to come, Geralt! Cum inside me, Gwynbleidd. Cum and mark me as yours!" Ida moaned, and Geralt decided she was getting carried away with all the ecstasy of their intercourse. But he wasn't about to refuse the beautiful woman. With a few final thrusts, with a loud groan, Geralt ejaculated deeply inside Ida, who moaned loudly before collapsing on the bed, completely exhausted.
Geralt slowly pulled out of the redheaded Wisdom's dripping pussy and sat on the bed. His gaze fell on Enid, who landed nimbly as a cat on his lap.
"Not bad, Geralt. You fucked my Wisdom so hard she'll probably be unconscious for hours. I hope you'll do the same to me," Enid said.
"Women, you're going to kill me," Geralt muttered, but he didn't refuse Enid. Death by sex would be far more pleasant than by the claws of some monster.
So he pushed Enid onto the bed and took care of her, her moans sure to be heard throughout the palace.
Geralt didn't care. Only this moment mattered.