"I am not too late," Yennefer exhaled sharply as she saw Geralt alive, a wave of relief flooding through her body and untangling the knot of worry in her chest. He was squirming uncomfortably inside a giant cauldron, his hands tied behind his back, but he was very much alive, thank the Gods.
Always getting into tight spots like this one. What would she do with him?
She took a careful look around, using her magic to peer behind corners and into the depths of the cavern. Not good at all: she expected three rock trolls at most, but there were over a dozen here, most of them hungrily circling round the big pot. To make matters worse, the walls of the cave were lined with dimeritium, not much, but enough to throw her magic off balance. She would only be able to cast the simplest of spells.
A slow fire burned beneath the cauldron. Two trolls stood beside it, casually throwing broken sticks of wood into the dancing flames. She would have to act soon.
What could she do?
She had spent the day racing through the mountains of Skellige, using her magic to tease out faded tracks until she had finally traced him here. The winter snows and the harsh island winds chilled her to the bone. If she were any less exhausted she might have considered adapting her spells to the dimeritium and charging into battle; but, as things stood, she was sure this would only lead to defeat.
Yennefer thought back to her final year at the magical academy of Aretuza when she had been forced to take a meandering and largely useless course in geology. You would expect rock trolls to have stone cocks, hard, jagged, uneven. You would be wrong, she remembered. The loins of a rock troll are made of a mixture of azurite and stalacite, substances with magical properties, and their mixture is smooth, bendable. The penis of a rock troll is softer than rock, though naturally larger and harder than a human penis.
Much larger.
The trolls began throwing sacks of potatoes into the pot and Geralt dodged to avoid them. She heard them growl with pleasure, likely in anticipation of the stew they were soon to partake. There was no time to lose.
She walked straight into the cave, letting her heels clack against the floor and alerting the trolls to her presence. The air filled with the frantic sounds of stone scraping upon stone as the monsters roused themselves in her direction.
She walked steadily until she was within their line of sight, then paused and snapped her fingers. Her dress disappeared. She resumed walking towards them, now wearing only her high-heels and her semi-transparent black lingerie.
The trolls stopped, surprised, and Geralt looked at her dumbfounded out of the cauldron.
"I come to talk," she said, making her voice resonate off the cave walls with magic. "Put out the fire and we'll negotiate."
It took a long time to agree on a bargain, largely because she had a hard time understanding what they said and everything had to be repeated many times. But, in the end, they struck a deal. She would take on only six of them, and, in exchange, they would let her depart with their prisoner. When Geralt had understood what it was she was offering, he began to howl with anger and she had to cast a silencing spell in his direction.
She had hoped they could at least do it out of Geralt's sight but they insisted on taking her in front of the big pot. She sighed. Geralt would understand. Eventually.
She snapped her fingers and her lingerie disappeared. The trolls insisted she keep on her high heels. Geralt was turning deep shades of red in the now-tepid cauldron as he watched her lower herself onto the floor and rest on her hands and knees, her naked ass thrusting out provocatively.
It was agreed they would mount her from the rear.
"Titties nice nice round," mumbled the first one as he guided his stone cock into her. She could only groan in response as it filled her up.
Holy Melitele, it was enormous.
To say it was bigger than any human cock was an understatement. The thing filled her up in ways she never imagined possible. It hurt a little at first, but the pain soon turned to pleasure as the stone rod seemingly pressed into her in every direction. The troll began to grunt as it thrust in and out of her.
Against her own will, she found herself matching its movements.
She closed her eyes. She didn't care to see what Geralt's face looked like right now.
Fortunately, the troll did not last long, spewing its juice inside her in less than a minute. Moments later, it was replaced by the next one.
Once again, a giant cock began thrusting into of her. She couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure. This cock was even bigger than the last one. The troll cackled when it saw she seemed to be enjoying it.
"Magy-woman whore," it said.
"Yes," she replied, lost in the deliciousness of being taken by this monster, "yes, I am a whore."
After only a few more thrusts she felt herself coming close to orgasm. She opened her eyes and mouthed an "I'm sorry" to Geralt as she felt herself in the throes of it.
