Thank you for reading, whether you are dipping your toe on this one for the first time, or following this series in sequence. My hope is that my writing is improving as I go. Please remember that I make no claim to own any of the characters I have incorporated into this fan-fiction. I saw three very attractive, naked villains in a fantastic video game and I thought. Why not make them give up their nasty monster forms, stay hot and corrupt the hell out of a good man in a loving relationship. Because they are villains! None of this is based on anyone real. All characters are over 18/of legal age and all of the totally reasonable disclaimery goodness we all know belongs here.
Talus rose with the sun.
He would be leaving with Charlotte, her Lady-in-waiting and some guards to surprise Charlotte's sister, Sarah, who was on her way to help the blushing bride with her wedding preparations. The land between Crow's Perch and the hamlet of Claywich were once rife with banditry and monsters. The brigands and deserters were thinned out as a priority when Talus became the Baron.
Rogues. Brigands. Deserters.
These foes were dispatched with methodical strikes by Talus and his men. Better tactics. Better training.
Ghouls. Drowners. Nekkers.
These foes were dealt with using silver and fire, herding them into open ground, killing as many as possible and then making sure to burn the decomposing bodies that were attracting them. It wasn't perfect, but it helped.
Besides, not too long ago the fabled Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, had swept through Velen putting the monsters to the silver sword.
Hell, he had almost single-handedly slaughtered legions of monsters right throughout the nations of the Continent.
That bard who followed along with the Butcher of Blaviken was apparently composing an epic composition about the entire affair. Doubtless, the other bards would be plagiarising it just as soon as they recovered from their paroxysms of jealousy.
Songs or no, the Witcher had done the hard work, and Talus was smart enough to capitalise on it. This trip would be comparatively safe for their retinue.
For Charlotte.
That was assuming, of course, that Charlotte and Lysanna, her Lady-in-waiting, could drag themselves out of bed and dress so that they could get under way.
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Charlotte finished dressing, wondering where her Lady-in-waiting was hiding. Lysanna was usually the first one up and she absolutely loved to travel, exploring the sprawling landscape of the Continent whenever the opportunity arose.
It was probably a consequence of growing up on one of the smaller islands of Skellige. The sweet maiden had a true adventurer's spirit and was one of Charlotte's favourite people. The two friends had planned to scour through Charlotte's outfits to find something that was both suitable for surprising her sister and for drawing the eye of the young Baron so she could drive him suitably wild as the wedding drew closer. It was unlike her to skip an opportunity to contribute to romance. Charlotte asked her maid to look for her, but so far, no luck.
Whatever she was doing, Charlotte was certain her friend was having a marvellous time and living life to the fullest. Lysanna was bound to show up before long and they would get back to preparing for the rest of their lives. Charlotte was certain of that much.
Charlotte was so completely wrong about this that it would have been laughable if the truth were not so heartbreaking.
As Charlotte was blissfully unaware of the fate of her friend, she continued making her way through the chore of dressing and packing for the journey ahead.
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Down in the yard, Talus thanked the stewards for readying the horses and carriage before dismissing them to go to breakfast. As they departed, Talus did another lap of the horses to check that nothing had been missed.
As he rounded the head of the last horse, checking the bridle, he found himself facing the doors of the new stables.
Penni was leaning against the door, her deliciously curvy body on display, dressed in a shamelessly short skirt of leather and a shirt that that was ripped away just below her mouth-watering tits to expose her bare midriff. Her brown hair was down for a change, flowing down her back with just the slightest wave. She gave him an inviting smile and then strolled into the stables, the door left open behind her.
Talus felt a jolt at her presence, but it wasn't the same reaction as before.
His initial meetings with Penni evoked a mix of fear and impotent rage at her presence and the very real threat she posed to everything he loved.
Since then, she had made certain that the one thing he would never feel in her presence was impotent. The rage remained and even some of the fear, but both were tempered by the undeniable truth that there was a bare, animal lust between them that was growing. The more she fucked him, the harder it was to deny just how incredible sex with her was.
It was a problem. SHE was a problem.
Talus growled as he followed her inside. She was stood against the far wall, smirking as he barged inside and stomped towards her. He reached her in five steps and flung his hands out towards her, grabbing her tiny waist and lifting her, slamming her body back up against the wall as she squealed and her legs wrapped around his waist. The lust in her eyes waged a war with the fury in his. The fury of Talus was not the victor.
Penni threw her arms around his neck and shoved her tongue down his throat, kissing him ruthlessly. Tightening her grip on him and ground herself against his cock. Her hot mouth working against him passionately until he was kissing her back just as ferociously. Penni sucked his tongue into her mouth to tangle and tease even as she felt his big cock coming to life against her.
Talus dropped his hands onto her thighs and they slid under her skirt, groping her perfect ass, not surprised to find she wasn't wearing any underwear. He groped those smooth, round asscheeks as the little witch-slut ground her clit against his prick shamelessly, his meaty crank as hard as steel.
Penni broke the kiss and pushed his face into her cavernous cleavage, hissing out a word of power that yanked his trousers to his ankles and let his thick cock slap against her slick, bald mound.
The Baron hiked her higher and his blunt cockhead found her entrance letting him pull her down as he rammed himself up inside her.
Penni's mouth fell open in a lusty cry as the long, girthy cock slammed into her obscenely tight cunt. Her nails bit into his back and her back arched, smothering him in her glorious tits. It took another three furious thrusts to bury him to the hilt in her, but once he was all the way in, the feeling for them both was beyond words.
Penni pulled him back up out of the embrace of her tits as he began to skewer her pussy in long, rough strokes. Her pussy squeezed hard around his cock as they rutted, pawing at each other.
