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Yennefer stared at the weathered oak doors of The Alchemy Inn, her violet eyes narrowing with each passing moment. Two weeks. Two infuriating weeks she'd spent in this academic cesspool of Oxenfurt, waiting for Geralt to arrive with payment for the rare magical components Azud had procured. Her slender fingers drummed against the wooden table, nails clicking rhythmically as her patience wore thinner than cheap Temerian silk. The sorceress had more important matters to attend to than babysitting a Zerrikanian merchant, no matter how valuable his wares.
"Another goblet of wine, my lady?" The innkeeper approached cautiously, having learned over the past fortnight that the raven-haired beauty's temper matched the intensity of her gaze.
"Why not? It appears I have nothing but time to waste in this establishment." Yennefer's voice carried the chill of a northern wind as she adjusted her position on the uncomfortable wooden chair. She watched the innkeeper scurry away, taking small satisfaction in the fear she inspired. The wine here was barely passable, but it provided something to do besides contemplate creative ways to make Geralt suffer upon his eventual arrival.
Across the room, Azud Jovan lounged comfortably, his corpulent form draped in vibrant silks that spoke of distant lands and exotic wealth. Despite his current predicament as an unwilling guest in Oxenfurt, the Zerrikanian merchant maintained his jovial demeanor, entertaining local scholars with tales of his homeland. Yennefer observed him with grudging respect—the man had delivered exactly what she requested, rare ingredients that were nearly impossible to find in the Northern Kingdoms. Dragon scales, basilisk blood preserved in amber, and essence of mandrake root distilled under a blood moon. His connections were impressive, his prices exorbitant, and his patience apparently limitless.
"Lady Yennefer!" Azud called out, his accent thick as honey as he rose from his seat and approached her table. "Perhaps you would honor me by joining our conversation? These fine scholars have never heard of the Canyon Gardens of my homeland. I was just explaining how the poison vines there produce the very extract you purchased." He smiled broadly, seemingly unbothered by the delayed payment that kept him stranded in this provincial city.
"I'm afraid I have little interest in educational lectures at the moment, Azud." Yennefer didn't bother softening her tone. "What I am interested in is whether you've received any word from your contacts about the shipment of black pearl dust I inquired about last week." She gestured to the empty chair across from her, a reluctant invitation that the merchant eagerly accepted.
Azud settled his substantial frame into the creaking chair, his rings glinting in the tavern light. "No word yet, but such things take time. The pearl divers of the Skellige coast are superstitious folk, especially when harvesting from the cursed shipwrecks." He leaned forward, lowering his voice. "I understand your frustration with the witcher's delay, but perhaps there is another arrangement we might consider? I have clients in Novigrad who would pay handsomely for a sorceress of your caliber to enchant certain items. The profit would more than cover what you owe me, with plenty remaining for whatever project requires these rare components."
Yennefer's lips curled into a cold smile. "I'm not some court magician performing parlor tricks for merchants, Azud. And I'm not concerned about the coin—Geralt will arrive with it eventually." She took a long sip of the freshly delivered wine, grimacing at its mediocre quality. "What concerns me is the time wasted. Knowing that witcher, he's off playing cards in some backwater village or accepting pathetic contracts to rid farmers of drowners, completely oblivious to more important matters." She didn't voice her deeper concern—that despite her annoyance, a small part of her worried something might have actually delayed him. Not death, certainly; the man had an irritating habit of surviving the most hopeless situations. But injury was always possible, and the thought troubled her more than she cared to admit, even to herself.
Azud's hearty laugh filled the space between them, his eyes crinkling with genuine amusement. "Ah, Lady Yennefer, your witcher sounds exactly as the tales describe—perpetually distracted by the troubles of common folk." His expression shifted suddenly, the jovial merchant replaced by a shrewd businessman as he stroked his perfumed beard. "However, I must inform you of certain... time constraints. In precisely two weeks, my ship bound for Zerrikania departs from Novigrad harbor. After years of trading in the North, I must be aboard with my goods if I am to maintain my standing among the merchant guilds back home."
He traced the rim of his goblet with a bejeweled finger, his voice measured and calm. "I would not dream of asking you to reimburse my stay at this charming establishment—such expenses are calculated in my business ventures. But I must be practical." Azud leaned closer, lowering his voice. "Several scholars from the Academy have made rather persistent inquiries regarding the very items you commissioned. Items currently sitting in my locked chest, awaiting your witcher's payment. If he does not arrive soon, I may need to cut my losses and accept their offers instead."
Yennefer's violet eyes flashed dangerously, a pulse of magic briefly disturbing the candle flames on their table. Inwardly, she cursed Geralt with every creative expletive she'd learned across her decades of life. The components Azud had procured were essential for a ritual she'd spent months researching—one that might finally provide answers about Ciri's bloodline and her unprecedented Elder Blood abilities. To lose them to some academic who'd merely display them as curiosities was unthinkable.
She assessed her options with cold calculation. Her personal funds were tied up in property and investments across the Continent. A teleportation to retrieve them would require time and energy she couldn't spare. Magical favors could be offered, but Azud seemed the type to value more... tangible assets. Yennefer felt a familiar resignation settle over her. Throughout her life, before and after her transformation, her body had often been her most valuable currency. She'd sworn never to use it as such again, yet here she was, contemplating exactly that.
"Perhaps," she began, her voice shifting to a silken purr as she leaned forward, allowing the neckline of her dress to reveal more of her pale skin, "we might arrange an alternative form of payment? One night of pleasure with a sorceress is something few men can claim to have experienced." Her fingertips brushed against his hand, a calculated touch that sent a pulse of subtle magic—not enough to manipulate, just enough to heighten sensation. "Surely that would cover my debt while you await Geralt's arrival?"
Azud's breathing visibly changed, his pupils dilating as his gaze traveled from Yennefer's violet eyes down to her generous décolletage and back up again. The merchant's expression grew serious, almost reverent, as he considered her offer. He took a long drink from his goblet, seemingly gathering his thoughts before responding. When he spoke, his voice was deeper than before, tinged with both desire and business acumen.
"Lady Yennefer, you honor me with such an offer. However, the value of the items in question..." He paused, calculating not just coin but opportunity. "Three nights would be more appropriate compensation. Three nights, and I shall consider your debt paid in full, regardless of whether your Witcher appears with his coin purse." His eyes held hers, unwavering, a merchant making his final offer on a precious commodity. "The items will remain yours exclusively, and I shall turn away all other interested parties. Do we have an agreement?"
Yennefer considered the merchant's counteroffer, her violet eyes calculating. Three nights was steep, but the components were irreplaceable. With a slight tilt of her head, she extended her hand across the table.
"Three nights it is, Master Jovan. Shall we begin the first installment of our arrangement now?" Her voice carried a sultry edge that made nearby patrons glance their way.
Azud took her slender hand in his, bringing it to his lips with surprising gentility. "I would be honored, my lady."
Yennefer rose from her seat with fluid grace, not waiting to see if the merchant followed as she made her way toward the stairs. Her black leather boots clicked rhythmically against the wooden floor, her hips swaying with deliberate purpose. She could feel Azud's gaze fixed on the curve of her ass, perfectly accentuated by her tight black trousers. A small smirk played on her lips—if fortune favored her, perhaps the Zerrikanian would prove to be one of those men overcome by mere anticipation, finishing before they'd properly begun.
They reached her chamber door, a heavy oak affair that Yennefer sealed with a casual flick of her fingers once they were inside. The magical lock hummed with energy, ensuring their privacy more effectively than any physical bolt. The sorceress turned to face her evening's companion, assessing him with a practiced eye.
"Let's dispense with unnecessary pretense, shall we?" With a snap of her fingers, her clothing dissolved into wisps of shadow that dissipated into the air, leaving her gloriously naked. She stood proudly, shoulders back, allowing Azud to admire what he had purchased. The merchant's eyes widened appreciatively as they traveled across her flawless pale skin, lingering on her full breasts with their dusky rose nipples, down to the flat plane of her stomach and the dark triangle between her thighs.
"By the eternal fires of my homeland," Azud breathed, his accent thickening with desire. "You are a masterpiece, Lady Yennefer." He began disrobing, first removing his elaborate brocade jacket and silk shirt to reveal a body that, while plump, carried its weight with a certain dignity. Despite his corpulence, there was something undeniably attractive about him—perhaps the confidence with which he carried himself, or the intelligent gleam in his dark eyes. Yennefer recalled rumors about his life in Zerrikania: a vast estate, a harem of beautiful concubines, and some forty children, all either wealthy in their own right or well-provided for. A man of appetites, certainly, but also of responsibility.
Her clinical assessment of the merchant shattered when he finally pushed down his silk breeches. Yennefer's lips parted in genuine surprise as his manhood sprang free—a magnificent specimen by any measure, dark-skinned and impossibly thick, standing proudly at what must have been nine inches. For the first time in longer than she could remember, the sorceress found herself momentarily speechless, her mind going utterly blank.
Azud chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that filled the chamber. "Ah, you have the same look in your eyes as my youngest wife did on our wedding night," he said, stroking his impressive member with casual pride. "She too believed herself prepared for what awaited her, until the moment of truth arrived."
Yennefer's mind gulped at the comparison, though her face remained a mask of cool confidence. A wife young enough to be surprised by his endowment? The merchant clearly had a taste for collecting beautiful things—and now she was to be temporarily added to his collection. She pushed aside this momentary discomfort, striding toward him with the pride and poise befitting a sorceress of Aretuza. Her violet eyes locked with his, refusing to be intimidated despite the impressive display between his legs.
"I assure you, Master Jovan," she purred, reaching out to wrap her slender fingers around his shaft, "I am not some trembling virgin bride." Her breath caught involuntarily as her hand failed to close completely around his girth. The weight of his cock was substantial, the heat of it radiating against her palm as she stroked him experimentally. A pearl of clear precum formed at the tip, glistening in the candlelight before slowly trailing down his length.
Yennefer shivered despite herself, her body responding to the sheer physicality of him. It had been some time since she'd taken a lover other than Geralt, and while the Witcher was certainly well-endowed, Azud's proportions were almost alarming. A small part of her wondered if she'd made a miscalculation in her bargaining, but she quickly banished the thought. She was Yennefer of Vengerberg—she would not be overwhelmed by mere flesh, no matter how impressively sized.
Azud's jeweled hand reached up to cup her chin, tilting her face upward. His touch was surprisingly gentle, at odds with his imposing size. Yennefer looked defiantly into his dark eyes, determined to maintain the upper hand in this transaction despite her physical vulnerability. "Such pride," he murmured, his thumb tracing the outline of her lower lip. "It makes breaking it all the sweeter."
Before she could retort, he leaned down and captured her mouth with his. The kiss was not what she expected—not rough or demanding, but deep and skillful, the kiss of a man who understood the art of pleasure. His full lips moved against hers with practiced ease, his perfumed beard tickling her skin as his tongue sought entrance. Yennefer found herself opening to him, their tongues meeting in a dance that sent an unexpected flutter through her heart. He tasted of exotic spices and wine, his mouth hot and insistent against hers.
Yennefer's hand tightened around his cock as the kiss deepened, feeling it pulse and grow even harder in her grip. More precum leaked from the tip, coating her fingers as Azud's tongue explored her mouth with the same thoroughness she imagined he would soon apply elsewhere. Despite herself, despite the transactional nature of their encounter, she felt a rush of genuine desire flood through her, her nipples hardening and wetness gathering between her thighs. Perhaps, she thought hazily as his kiss consumed her, this payment might prove more pleasurable than anticipated.
Azud broke the kiss then picked her up easily, his strong hands gripping her waist as if she weighed nothing at all. He placed her on the bed with her legs dangling over the edge, spreading her thighs with a gentle but firm touch. Before Yennefer could voice any instruction or command, the merchant dropped to his knees between her pale legs, his dark eyes gleaming with hunger as he gazed upon her glistening sex.
"Oh fuck," Yennefer gasped as his mouth found her cunt, her back arching involuntarily off the bed. His tongue was skilled beyond measure, alternating between broad, flat strokes along her entire slit and precise flicks against her swollen clit. Her hands flew to his head, fingers tangling in his perfumed hair as she pressed herself shamelessly against his face. "Gods, yes... right there... don't you fucking stop!"
Azud hummed against her flesh, the vibration sending shockwaves through her core as he devoured her with enthusiastic precision. His large hands gripped her thighs, keeping them spread wide as his tongue delved deeper, tasting every inch of her dripping cunt. Yennefer felt a deep blush spread across her cheeks as she heard herself making sounds she hadn't made in decades—desperate, needy whimpers that would have mortified her under any other circumstance.
"Fuck my cunt with your tongue," she commanded, her voice breaking as pleasure coursed through her. "Deeper, you bastard... make me cum on your face!" Her hips bucked wildly against his mouth, her usual composure completely shattered as the Zerrikanian merchant worshipped her sex with the devotion of a man who truly appreciated a woman's pleasure.
Azud pulled back just enough to look up at her, his beard glistening with her arousal. "Such a sweet sorceress," he murmured, his accent thicker with desire. "So wet, so responsive... I wonder what other sounds I can draw from those beautiful lips?" Without waiting for a response, he returned to his feast, this time sliding two thick fingers inside her while his tongue circled her clit with relentless precision.
"Fuck! Oh gods... your fingers are so fucking thick," Yennefer cried out, her voice echoing off the walls as her inner walls clenched around his digits. "I'm going to cum…. I'm going to cum all over your fucking face!" Her thighs trembled violently, her toes curling as the pressure built inside her. It was humiliating how quickly he'd brought her to the edge, how completely she'd lost control under his skilled ministrations.
The orgasm hit her like a lightning bolt, her back arching sharply as she screamed obscenities that would make even the most hardened Novigrad whore blush. "Fuck! Yes! I'm cummming... I'm Cumming on your tongue!" Her cunt pulsed around his fingers, her essence flooding his mouth as he continued to lap at her through her climax, drawing out her pleasure until she collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving and violet eyes wide with shock. If this was how he began their three nights together, Yennefer realized with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation, she might have severely underestimated what she'd bargained for.
Azud smirked at her flushed face as Yennefer blushed. The sorceress who commanded respect with a mere glance, who had men worship her beauty across the Continent, was now writhing beneath him like a common tavern wench. Her usual composure had crumbled completely, replaced by raw, unfiltered desire. The plump merchant was making her gush like a virgin sorceress taking her first lover, and the knowledge clearly pleased him immensely.
"My, my, Lady Yennefer," he purred, his beard glistening with her arousal, "for someone who approached this as mere transaction, you seem to be enjoying my services rather... enthusiastically." His dark eyes glinted with mischief as he slowly licked her essence from his lips, savoring her taste like a fine wine.
Yennefer attempted to regain some semblance of control, propping herself up on her elbows to glare down at him. "Don't flatter yourself too much, merchant. A body's response to stimulation is merely..." Her words died in her throat as she considered the man between her thighs. If he had a harem and so many children he'd planted in his wives' wombs, then he was no doubt a skilled lover—one who had spent decades perfecting the art of pleasuring women. This wasn't beginner's luck; this was expertise.
Just as she was coming down from her pleasure, Azud's mouth returned to her sex with renewed hunger. His lips captured her swollen clit, sucking gently at first, then with increasing pressure that made her eyes roll back in her head. Yennefer's hands flew to his head once more, her fingers digging into his scalp as she held him firmly against her dripping cunt.
"FUCK! Oh gods, you magnificent bastard!" she screamed, her back arching violently off the bed. "Suck my clit! Don't stop sucking my fucking clit! I'm going to flood your fucking mouth again!" Her voice echoed through the chamber, raw and desperate as a mini orgasm tore through her, making her hot cunt juices gush out in a way she hadn't experienced in centuries. Her thighs clamped around his head, her body convulsing as waves of intense pleasure crashed over her.
Azud drank greedily from her fountain, his hands gripping her ass to lift her more firmly against his mouth. When he finally released her, allowing her trembling body to collapse back onto the bed, his face was drenched with her essence. He looked up at her with undisguised triumph, licking his lips with exaggerated satisfaction.
"Three nights, Lady Yennefer," he reminded her, his voice a deep rumble that sent aftershocks through her still-quivering body. "And we have only just begun the first. I wonder how many times I can make the great sorceress lose control before the sun rises?" His massive cock twitched against her thigh as he rose to position himself above her, the impressive head pressing against her entrance. Yennefer could only stare up at him, violet eyes wide with a mixture of anticipation and something dangerously close to fear as she realized the true depth of the bargain she had struck.
Azud positioned himself between Yennefer's trembling thighs, his massive cock resting heavily against her soaked entrance. The contrast between his dark skin and her pale flesh was striking as he slowly dragged the plump head of his manhood along her slick folds, coating himself in her abundant arousal. Yennefer's violet eyes widened as she felt his girth pressing against her most intimate place, teasing but not yet entering. The merchant seemed to delight in this moment of anticipation, watching the proud sorceress squirm beneath him with growing desperation.
"Put it in, you bastard," Yennefer hissed through clenched teeth, her hips bucking upward in a futile attempt to impale herself on his impressive length. "Get your money's worth." Her voice was thick with desire, her usual cool composure shattered by the promise of what was to come. Her hands gripped the sheets beneath her, knuckles white with tension as she waited for the inevitable invasion.
Azud chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as he continued his torturous teasing. "Such impatience from a woman who has lived for decades," he mused, pressing just the tip inside her before withdrawing again. "Perhaps I should take you back to Zerrikania when our arrangement is complete. You would make a magnificent addition to my harem—my latest concubine. It would be a pleasure to break that fierce pride of yours, night after night."
"Never," Yennefer smirked up at him, defiance flashing in her violet eyes despite her compromised position. "I belong to no man, merchant. Not even one with a cock as impressive as yours." She reached between them, wrapping her slender fingers around his shaft, guiding him more firmly against her entrance. "Now fuck me properly before I lose what little patience I have left."
The Zerrikanian's smile widened, his dark eyes gleaming with anticipation as he leaned down until his lips nearly touched hers. "As you wish, sorceress." Without further warning, he thrust forward with powerful force, burying half his length inside her in one smooth motion. Yennefer's back arched violently off the bed, a primal scream tearing from her throat as her body struggled to accommodate his massive girth.
"FUCK! Oh gods, your cock is splitting me in fucking half!" Yennefer howled, her nails digging crescents into his shoulders as her cunt walls clenched desperately around his invading member. "It's so fucking thick... so deep... keep going, you magnificent bastard! Stretch my tight cunt with that monster cock!" Her obscene encouragements echoed off the walls as Azud continued his relentless advance, pushing inch after glorious inch into her trembling body until, finally, he was hilted completely within her.
Azud remained still for a moment, allowing her to adjust to his size, his breathing heavy as he savored the exquisite tightness gripping him. "For a woman who has lived so long," he murmured against her ear, his accent thicker with desire, "your body feels like that of a maiden's—so tight, so responsive." He began to withdraw slowly, only to thrust back in with deliberate force that made the bed frame creak ominously beneath them. "But no maiden would cry out with such delicious filth, would they, Lady Yennefer? No proper lady would beg for cock like a Novigrad whore." His words were punctuated by another powerful thrust that sent waves of pleasure crashing through her core, making her toes curl and her vision blur as her inner walls stretched to accommodate his magnificent girth.
"You're right, Lady Yennefer," Azud growled, his voice dropping to a primal rumble as he established a punishing rhythm. "You belong to no man—but for these three nights, this cunt is mine to use as I please." He punctuated his claim with a particularly brutal thrust that made Yennefer's eyes roll back in her head, her mouth falling open in a silent scream before finding her voice.
"Fuck yes! Pound my tight sorceress cunt!" Yennefer wailed, her usual composure completely abandoned. "Split me open with that massive fucking cock! Oh gods, it's so deep I can feel you in my fucking womb!" Her body bounced beneath his relentless pounding, her full breasts jiggling with each impact as Azud's hips slammed against her thighs with enough force to leave bruises on her pale skin.
The merchant's pace increased, sweat glistening on his brow as he drove into her without mercy. "Look at you, sorceress whore," he taunted, his accent thickening with each word. "The great Yennefer of Vengerberg, moaning like a common tavern slut with a merchant's cock inside her. What would your Witcher think if he could see you now, spreading your legs for another man's pleasure?" His hands gripped her hips with bruising force, angling her body to drive even deeper.
"Harder! Fuck me harder, you bastard!" Yennefer screamed, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer despite the overwhelming fullness she already felt. "Make me your slut mage for tonight! Fill this cunt with your cum until it's dripping down my thighs!" Her violet eyes were wild with lust, her usual cold calculation replaced by raw, animal need as her inner walls clenched rhythmically around his massive shaft.
Azud grunted with satisfaction as he felt her legs lock around him, pressing her full breasts against his chest as she arched upward. "Such eagerness from a woman who pretends this is merely business," he panted, driving his cock against her cervix with each powerful thrust. "Your body betrays you, sorceress. It craves to be used, to be filled completely." He groaned as Yennefer suddenly claimed his lips in a desperate, hungry kiss, her tongue invading his mouth with the same ferocity with which he invaded her body.
The kiss broke only for Yennefer to shower his face and neck with frantic, open-mouthed kisses, leaving crimson lipstick marks across his skin like a brand. "Don't stop! Don't you dare fucking stop!" she cried between kisses, her lips trailing fire across his jaw, his cheeks, his throat. "Your cock feels so fucking good stretching me open! I'm going to cum all over it again!" She squealed as a particularly deep thrust hit something exquisite inside her, her entire body tensing as another orgasm built rapidly within her core.
"That's it, take every inch of this cock," Azud commanded, his thrusts becoming even more forceful as he felt her tightening around him. "Cum for me, slut mage. Show me how much you love being fucked by a real man." He shifted his angle slightly, ensuring the thick head of his cock pounded directly against her cervix with each thrust, watching with satisfaction as Yennefer's face contorted in a mixture of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, her screams of ecstasy filling the chamber as her body surrendered completely to his domination.
Yennefer's body convulsed beneath Azud's relentless assault, her inner walls gripping his massive cock like a vise as another orgasm tore through her. His powerful thrusts never faltered, driving into her with methodical precision that sent waves of pleasure crashing through her trembling form. The bed frame creaked ominously beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall with each brutal impact of his hips against her pale thighs.
"FUCK! I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" Yennefer screamed, her voice hoarse from her previous climaxes. "Your thick cock is destroying my tight little cunt! Don't stop fucking me! Fill me up with that monster!" Her nails raked down his back, leaving angry red welts across his dark skin as her body bucked wildly beneath him, her juices gushing around his shaft and soaking the sheets beneath them.
Azud maintained his punishing pace, his breathing heavy but controlled as he watched the proud sorceress come undone for the third time. A cruel smile played across his lips as he leaned down, his perfumed beard tickling her ear as he whispered, "Perhaps when your witcher arrives, I should fuck you in the corner of the tavern where he won't see us at first. I could bend you over a table while he searches for you, your pretty mouth stuffed with cloth to muffle your screams." His voice dropped even lower, thick with malicious pleasure. "Then, when he finally notices, I'll turn you around so he can see your face as you bounce on my cock like the whore you truly are."
"You fucking bastard," Yennefer moaned, even as her cunt clenched tighter around him at his words, another orgasm building rapidly within her core. "He'd... he'd kill you where you stand... OH GODS I'M CUMMING AGAIN! YOUR COCK IS MAKING ME CUM LIKE A FUCKING TAVERN SLUT!" Her back arched violently off the bed as her fourth climax crashed through her, her vision blurring at the edges as pleasure overwhelmed her senses. Despite her protests, the image Azud had painted bloomed vividly in her mind—Geralt's golden eyes widening in shock as he witnessed her being thoroughly claimed by another man, her body betraying her with obvious pleasure.
With surprising strength, Yennefer surged upward, claiming Azud's mouth in a desperate, hungry kiss. Her hands clutched at his face, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist as if trying to take him even deeper inside her. Her tongue invaded his mouth with frantic need, tasting herself on his lips as she kissed him with an intensity that surprised them both. It was as if she could erase his cruel words with the force of her passion, drown out the shameful scenarios he'd conjured that made her cunt clench with forbidden excitement.
Azud broke the kiss with a satisfied chuckle, his dark eyes gleaming with triumph as he gazed down at the thoroughly debauched sorceress. "You should know," he panted, never breaking his rhythm, "two of my wives are sorceresses like you. Both have pushed out strong sons and beautiful daughters for me." His hands gripped her hips with bruising force, angling her to take him impossibly deeper. "Perhaps I'll make you do the same, fill your womb with my seed until it takes root, until your belly swells with my child."
Yennefer's violet eyes widened at that, genuine shock momentarily replacing the haze of lust that had clouded them. Sorceresses couldn't get with child—it was the price they paid for their power, their wombs rendered barren during their transformation. It had to be a lie, a cruel taunt designed to unsettle her... and yet, the conviction in Azud's voice, the specific detail of his claim, planted a seed of doubt in her mind. Could there be some Zerrikanian secret, some ancient magic unknown to the Northern mages that could restore fertility? The possibility, however remote, sent a strange shiver through her that had nothing to do with the physical pleasure still coursing through her body.
"You're lying," Yennefer gasped, her voice trembling despite her attempt at defiance. "Sorceresses cannot bear children. It's impossible... the price we pay for our power." But even as she spoke the words, uncertainty flickered across her beautiful features, her violet eyes searching Azud's face for any sign of deception.
Azud chuckled darkly, never slowing his relentless assault on her cunt. His massive cock continued to stretch her impossibly wide, hitting depths within her that she hadn't known existed. "You Northern sorceresses," he panted, sweat glistening on his brow, "so certain of your limitations. In Zerrikania, we have ancient magics unknown to your Aretuza scholars—rituals that can restore what was taken from you." His rhythm faltered slightly as he leaned closer, his hot breath against her ear. "My wives bore me strong sons with magic in their blood, sorceresses who once believed as you do now."
"Fuck! You're lying!" Yennefer cried out, but the seed of doubt had taken root, flowering into something dangerously close to hope. Her body betrayed her mind's skepticism, her inner walls clenching tightly around his shaft at the forbidden thought of her womb quickening with life. "Even if—OH GODS YOUR COCK IS SO DEEP—even if it were possible, I wouldn't bear a child for a merchant I barely know!" Her words were a desperate attempt to regain control, to remind herself this was merely a transaction, not a surrender.
Azud's thrusts became more frantic, more primal, his massive balls slapping against her ass with each powerful drive into her depths. "Look at you," he growled, his accent thickening as his pleasure mounted. "The mighty Yennefer of Vengerberg, legs spread like a common whore, taking a merchant's cock while her witcher is away." His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her even wider as he pounded into her with renewed vigor. "Your body knows the truth even if your mind denies it. You were made to be bred, sorceress." He said roughly, thrusting harder.
"FUCK! FUCK! YOUR MASSIVE COCK IS DESTROYING MY CUNT!" Yennefer screamed, her back arching violently as another orgasm built within her core. "FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM! FLOOD MY WOMB WITH YOUR FUCKING SEED!" Her words shocked even herself, torn from some primal place deep within that responded to his domination, to the forbidden promise of fertility he dangled before her. Her nails raked bloody furrows down his back as her entire body tensed, teetering on the edge of another shattering climax.
Azud's rhythm grew erratic, his breathing harsh as he drove into her with brutal force. "That's it, take it all," he grunted, his dark eyes locked on her flushed face. "Take my seed like a good whore. I'm going to fill this tight cunt until it's overflowing." His massive cock swelled even larger within her, the veins pulsing against her stretched inner walls as he approached his own release. "When you're round with my child, remember this moment—remember how eagerly you begged for my cum, how your body surrendered completely to mine."
"DO IT! BREED MY TIGHT SORCERESS CUNT! FILL ME UP WITH YOUR FUCKING SEED!" Yennefer wailed, all pretense of control abandoned as she felt him swell within her, giving into the fantasy of being bred.. Her legs locked around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper as her inner walls spasmed around his massive girth. "I'M CUMMING ON YOUR THICK COCK AGAIN! FUCK ME FULL OF YOUR BASTARDS!" The room filled with her screams as Azud drove into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his release began.
With a triumphant roar, Azud slammed his cock deep into Yennefer's womb, his massive balls drawn tight against her ass as he erupted within her. Hot, thick seed flooded her depths like a virile molten river, pulse after pulse filling her to overflowing as Yennefer's body convulsed beneath him. Her eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream before finding her voice, howling her pleasure to the rafters as her cunt gushed around his shaft, her juices mingling with his abundant seed and leaking onto the sheets below. The Zerrikanian held himself deep inside her, grinding his hips against hers to ensure every drop of his potent essence remained within her trembling womb, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watched the proud sorceress come completely undone beneath him.
With a satisfied groan, Azud finally withdrew from Yennefer's thoroughly used body, his massive cock sliding from her depths with agonizing slowness. Yennefer whimpered as each thick inch left her, her cunt gripping him possessively, as if reluctant to release its prize. When he finally pulled free completely, a flood of thick, pearly cum gushed from her swollen opening, pooling beneath her on the already-soaked sheets.
"Clean me, sorceress," Azud commanded, rolling onto his back beside her, his still-hard cock glistening with their combined fluids. "Show me how a woman of your station services a merchant prince." His dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched Yennefer's flushed face, her violet eyes still hazy with the aftershocks of multiple orgasms.
Despite her exhaustion, Yennefer moved between his muscular thighs without protest, her usual defiance temporarily subdued by the lingering pleasure coursing through her veins. Her raven hair fell in disarray around her face as she lowered her head, taking his massive cock between her plush lips. "Mmmmm," she moaned around his girth, her tongue swirling along the underside as she tasted their mingled essences. "Your cock tastes so fucking good covered in my cunt juices," she murmured before diving down again, taking him deeper into her throat with practiced skill.
"That's it, my little sorceress slut," Azud purred, threading his jeweled fingers through her tangled locks. "Clean every drop of your pussy cream from my cock. Two more nights of this, and I'll give you everything you need—the rare ingredients, the ancient artifacts—all for the pleasure of using this magnificent body as it was meant to be used." His hips bucked upward slightly as Yennefer hollowed her cheeks around him, creating a delicious suction that made his toes curl.
Yennefer released his cock with an obscene pop, her crimson lips swollen from use as she moved lower, nuzzling against his heavy sack. "Two more nights," she agreed, her voice hoarse from screaming her pleasure. "Just two more nights of service, and our bargain is complete." Her tongue darted out to lap at his balls, cleaning them with thorough attention before taking one into her mouth and suckling gently. "Gods, your balls are so fucking full and heavy," she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as she worshipped them with her mouth. "No wonder you flooded my cunt with so much seed."
Azud watched through half-lidded eyes as the sorceress moved back to his cockhead, her plush lips wrapping around the sensitive crown. Without warning, his cock pulsed, shooting another thick load directly into her eager mouth. "Swallow it all," he commanded gruffly, watching as Yennefer's throat worked to accommodate the unexpected offering, not a single drop escaping her lips as she consumed his essence with apparent relish.
"Another two days," Azud murmured, pulling her up against his broad chest once she had cleaned him completely, "and you'll be begging me to take you back to Zerrikania, to join my harem and spread those lovely legs for me whenever I desire." His large hands moved to cup her full breasts, thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples and drawing a shuddering gasp from her lips. "You'll forget all about your witcher once you've experienced the pleasures I can offer—the magic, the luxury, the endless satisfaction."
Yennefer didn't respond to his boast, her body too exhausted to resist as he continued to fondle her breasts with expert touches. The merchant's words echoed in her mind, stirring a confusing mixture of indignation and forbidden curiosity. Two more nights of this exquisite torture, she thought hazily as sleep began to claim her, two more nights before she could return to Geralt with the ingredients she needed. Yet as Azud's possessive arm draped across her waist, pulling her against his broad chest like another prized acquisition, a treacherous part of her wondered if two nights would be enough to satisfy the hunger this Zerrikanian merchant had awakened within her
The next two days passed in a blur of raw, animalistic pleasure as Azud claimed Yennefer's body with relentless enthusiasm. The Zerrikanian merchant seemed determined to extract maximum value from their arrangement, barely allowing the sorceress time to recover between bouts of vigorous lovemaking. Meals were brief interludes, with Azud often feeding her by hand like one of his prized possessions, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watched her regain just enough strength for him to exhaust her once more.
"Get on your hands and knees, sorceress," Azud commanded as the second day's afternoon sun filtered through the inn's curtains. "I want to mount you like the bitch in heat you've become." Yennefer complied without hesitation, her usual pride and defiance long since shattered by the merchant's skilled attentions. She positioned herself on all fours, her raven hair cascading down her back as she presented her dripping cunt to him, already slick with anticipation.
"Fuck my aching cunt with that monster cock!" Yennefer howled as Azud slammed into her from behind, his massive girth stretching her impossibly wide. "Gods, you're splitting me in fucking half! Deeper, you Zerrikanian bastard! Ruin this sorceress pussy for any other man!" Her obscene encouragements echoed throughout the inn as Azud established a punishing rhythm, his heavy balls slapping against her clit with each powerful thrust. The bed frame protested beneath them, creaking ominously as the merchant pounded into her with enough force to drive her face into the pillows.
Mirza, the innkeeper's buxom daughter, paused outside their door, clean linens clutched to her ample chest as another series of explicit cries filtered through the thick wooden door. "Fill my fucking womb with your seed again! Breed this tight sorceress cunt until it's overflowing!" Yennefer's voice, hoarse from days of screaming her pleasure, was followed by the unmistakable sound of a harsh slap against flesh and a delighted squeal of approval. "Again! Spank my ass harder while you fuck me with that magnificent cock!"
"Gods above," Marla whispered to herself, a deep blush creeping up her neck as the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh intensified, punctuated by Yennefer's increasingly desperate pleas. "He's absolutely destroying that sorceress." She couldn't help but linger a moment longer, her own breath quickening as she listened to the famous Yennefer of Vengerberg being thoroughly debauched. "Fuck my tight cunt harder! Make me your Zerrikanian whore! I'm cumming all over your thick cock again!" The sorceress's cries were followed by a deep, masculine groan and the sound of the headboard slamming repeatedly against the wall with increased force.
Marla hurried away, her face burning and thighs pressed tightly together as she tried to ignore the warmth pooling between her legs. It was improper to eavesdrop, she knew, but the raw passion emanating from that room was unlike anything she'd ever heard in her years working at the inn. The famous sorceress—known throughout the Continent for her beauty, power, and icy demeanor—was being reduced to a mewling, begging mess by the exotic merchant. "Pound my cunt until I can't walk! Fill me with so much cum it drips down my thighs for days!" Yennefer's final cry followed Marla down the hallway, causing her to nearly drop her linens as she quickened her pace, wondering what manner of man could bring such a formidable woman to such a state of wanton abandon.
The pale light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the thoroughly disheveled room. It was the third and final day of their arrangement, and Azud stood beside the bed, carefully sliding his arms into the sleeves of his ornate silken shirt. The rich fabric gleamed in the morning light, embroidered with intricate Zerrikanian patterns in gold thread that caught the sun as he moved. His muscular chest was still exposed, the shirt hanging open as he adjusted the cuffs with meticulous attention, his lower body entirely bare.
At his feet knelt Yennefer, once the picture of composed elegance, now transformed into something altogether more primal. Her violet eyes gazed up at him with undisguised hunger as her swollen crimson lips stretched obscenely around his massive cock. After days of relentless fucking, she was still breathtakingly beautiful, but wonderfully debauched—her carefully applied makeup smeared across her face, mascara tracking down her cheeks from tears of pleasure shed throughout the night. Her full breasts hung heavy and glistening, streaked with dried and fresh seed alike, evidence of Azud's seemingly endless virility. Her long raven tresses, normally immaculate, were now tangled and matted, thick strands stiffened with dried cum where he had used her hair to clean himself between their countless couplings.
"Mmmmph... slurp... fucking love... gag... your thick cock," Yennefer moaned around his girth, her voice muffled by the impressive member stretching her lips wide. She bobbed her head with practiced enthusiasm, taking him deeper with each forward motion until the bulbous head pressed against the back of her throat. Her pale thighs were spread wide as she knelt, revealing her thoroughly used cunt still dripping with globs of pearly seed from their earlier activities, thick rivulets of cum trailing down her inner thighs and pooling beneath her on the wooden floor.
"A bargain well struck, wouldn't you agree, Lady Yennefer?" Azud groaned, his jeweled fingers threading through her tangled locks, guiding her movements with firm pressure. "Three nights of pleasure in exchange for those rare ingredients you so desperately need." His hips bucked forward slightly, driving his cock deeper into her willing throat and drawing a delighted gurgle from the sorceress. "Though I must admit, I find myself reluctant to conclude our business. My offer still stands—return with me to Zerrikania. Become the crown jewel of my harem. I would dress you in silks and gold, parade you before envious eyes, and fill your cunt with my seed every night until you bear me strong sons with magic in their blood."
Yennefer's only response was to suck harder, hollowing her cheeks around his impressive girth as her tongue swirled along the sensitive underside of his cock. She didn't trust herself to answer—didn't trust the treacherous part of her that found his offer tempting, that had grown addicted to the relentless pleasure he provided. Instead, she focused on the task at hand, her head bobbing with increased fervor as one hand reached up to massage his heavy balls, feeling them tighten in preparation for his release.
"Fuck my throat with that magnificent zerrikanian cock!" she cried out when she briefly released him, her voice hoarse from days of screaming her pleasure. "fill my fucking mouth with your hot cum! i want to taste every last drop of your seed before you leave!" She immediately engulfed him again, taking him deeper than before, her throat visibly bulging with his girth as tears streamed down her face. Her free hand moved between her own legs, fingers plunging into her dripping cunt as she pleasured herself while servicing him, moaning wantonly around his massive member.
Azud threw his head back, a primal groan escaping his lips as his release built rapidly. "Here it comes, sorceress whore," he growled, his accent thickening with pleasure as his massive cock swelled even larger in her eager mouth. "Swallow every drop like the good little slut you've become." His fingers tightened in her hair, holding her firmly in place as his cock pulsed violently, flooding her mouth with a final load of his thick seed. Yennefer's eyes widened momentarily at the sheer volume before her throat began working frantically, swallowing gulp after gulp of his essence with submissive eagerness. Not a single drop escaped her lips as she consumed his offering, her violet eyes locked on his face in a silent display of obedience that would have shocked anyone who knew the normally proud and defiant sorceress.
Azud laughed as Yennefer sucked and cleaned his cock with devoted enthusiasm, her tongue lapping at every last drop of his essence. She finished with a reverent kiss to the swollen head, her violet eyes gazing up at him with an expression that would have shocked anyone familiar with the normally haughty sorceress. The Zerrikanian merchant grunted, his massive cock twitching one final time as several thick streaks of pearly seed spurted across her flushed face, decorating her high cheekbones and swollen lips like exotic war paint.
"I shall keep my end of our bargain, Lady Yennefer," Azud said, tucking his impressive member back into his ornate silk trousers. "The ingredients and goods you ordered await you there." He gestured toward a collection of packages carefully arranged on the room's small table. "I hope you find them satisfactory for your arcane purposes." His dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched her kneel before him, cum dripping from her face onto her full breasts. "Should you require my services again—of either variety—you need only send word. I would gladly traverse the Continent to bury my cock in your magnificent cunt once more. Few women, sorceress or otherwise, have taken me so completely or with such... enthusiasm."
With a final appreciative glance at her thoroughly debauched form, Azud departed, the door closing behind him with a soft click that seemed to mark the end of their sordid arrangement. Yennefer remained kneeling for several moments, her body still humming with residual pleasure as she collected herself. Finally rising on unsteady legs, she approached the table to examine what she had purchased at such a carnal price. The rare ingredients were there as promised—dragon scales, midnight bloom petals, essence of ancient oak—all meticulously packaged and labeled in Azud's flowing script. But alongside them lay unexpected additions: a bolt of shimmering Zerrikanian silk in the exact shade of her violet eyes, an ornate silver necklace studded with amethysts that would complement her existing jewelry perfectly, and a small vial of golden liquid labeled only with a cryptic symbol she didn't recognize. Gifts, not part of their arrangement, that spoke of something beyond mere transaction.
After a long, thorough bath in which she scrubbed away the physical evidence of her three-day debauchery, Yennefer carefully reapplied her makeup and restored her raven locks to their usual immaculate state. Her body still ached pleasantly in places she'd forgotten could ache, but she moved with practiced grace as she descended the inn's staircase, head held high despite the knowing glances from other patrons. The innkeeper averted his eyes as she approached to settle her account, his cheeks flushing crimson as he no doubt recalled her explicit cries echoing through the establishment among the tamer exclamations that had surely entertained the entire inn for three straight days. His buxom daughter Mirza was less subtle, openly staring at Yennefer with a mixture of awe and curiosity, as if trying to reconcile the composed, elegant sorceress before her with the wanton, screaming woman who had begged so shamelessly to be bred and used.
For the next month, Yennefer secluded herself in a rented cottage outside Oxenfurt, focusing intently on her experiments with the rare ingredients she had acquired. The work was delicate and demanding, requiring her complete concentration, which proved a welcome distraction from the confusing mixture of emotions that surfaced whenever she recalled her time with Azud. During quiet moments, her hand would sometimes drift to the Zerrikanian silk he had gifted her, fingers tracing the luxurious material as unbidden memories of his powerful body moving above hers flooded her mind. She would quickly banish such thoughts, reminding herself that their arrangement had been purely transactional—a means to an end, nothing more—even as her body responded traitorously to the memories, growing slick with desire at the mere thought of his massive cock stretching her to her limits.
The month passed quickly in a blur of magical formulations and careful measurements, and Yennefer had nearly completed her work when a familiar presence approached the cottage. Geralt of Rivia, the White Wolf himself, entered with his usual quiet confidence, a rare smile softening his scarred features as he greeted her. "Yen," he said simply, his golden eyes warming at the sight of her. "Mission accomplished." He reached into his pocket, producing a playing card with obvious pride. "The rare Roach Gwent card, just as you asked. Took me nearly a month of tracking down that collector in Velen, but I finally convinced him to part with it." His smile widened slightly, clearly expecting her to be impressed by his dedication to her request.
Yennefer stared at him for a long moment, her violet eyes narrowing dangerously as she processed what he had just said. She had asked him for money not a playing card. With a flick of her wrist and a muttered incantation, a portal suddenly opened beneath Geralt's feet. The Witcher's expression shifted from confusion to resignation in the split second before he plummeted through the magical gateway, a startled curse escaping his lips before the sound was cut off by the splash of his body hitting the cold waters of the lake she had targeted. The portal snapped closed with a satisfying crack as Yennefer turned back to her worktable, a small smile playing across her lips as she imagined Geralt's bewilderment, dripping wet and wondering what exactly he had done to deserve such a greeting after a month apart.