{Thank you for taking the time to read this one - I have been having fun writing these, though this one miiight be a little rushed - sorry}
A quick Disclaimer - I not the owner of anything Witcher-related. This is fan-fic and is purely written for fun. I will take it down if requested by the actual owners. All characters are adults and this is all just kinky fiction.
I wrote a lengthy and detailed summary of the previous chapters. Then I remembered that the whole point of the previous stories was to read them, so I took the summary back out again.
The Witcher's Legacy: Part 5
Penni gave him some space. She was by no means staying away, she was just being less obvious, less aggressive. Somehow, in the three days before his wedding, she managed to fuck him three more times, blow him twice and jerk him off with her mouth-watering tits until he painted her face and cleavage with the entire contents of his swollen balls.
And ever since Penni forced her way into his life, his balls were constantly swollen. It really was lucky that she was so eager to drain them.
Every moment that he wasn't having her beautiful face buried in his lap, deepthroating his long, girthy cock, he was either preparing for his wedding, organising for a search team to locate Lysanna, and doing his best to take care of everyone at the Perch, his bride and her sister included.
Sarah, Charlotte's 18 year old sibling, seemed to be recovering nicely. She was barely scratched in the entire ambush and kidnapping. Talus could attest to this, since he had spent a night guarding her as she pressed herself close and slept in his protective embrace. Her choice of sleepwear had barely been enough to keep her modest, not that a girl with a body like hers had ANY reason to be modest.
He had not seen her in four years, and during this time, she had blossomed from a pretty, but gangly teen into one of the most spectacularly attractive young women he had ever seen.
The poor girl had seen and experienced a lot but was remarkably resilient and would not discuss it with anyone but Talus. Neither of them talked much about what had transpired in the woods that night.
"Talus saved me."
Sarah would say nothing about what happened.
She had asked Talus not to say anything and, even though it meant Charlotte could not learn what had happened to her sister, she loved Talus even more for protecting her sister.
Sarah's bad habits started to reveal themselves all too soon.
Exquisitely proportioned to the point of being downright angelic, she was still stubborn and delighted in teasing her older sister. The girl might be a brat, but it didn't help that she clearly knew she was more attractive than her older sister.
Like, a lot more attractive.
But her being distractingly gorgeous was not the problem. Neither was her brattish behaviour.
The problem was that she spent all of her time getting between Talus and Charlotte. It was like a game to her. Any time the two of them got together, Sarah would appear and plant herself on Talus' lap or cling to him before the soon-to-be married couple could so much as hold hands.
She was sweet at first, but it became apparent pretty quickly that, for whatever reason, she was enjoying ruining any tender moments between them whenever she possibly could. The two of them were understanding, they even indulged her behaviour initially, because of all she had endured.
Within a day, Talus was still giving her the benefit of the doubt, but was growing concerned. The teen knew all of Charlotte's insecurities and weaknesses as if she were reading them straight out of her head.
When Charlotte mentioned she was looking forward to lunch, Sarah commented on her thickening midsection and then flaunted her tiny waist at Talus, asking him which looked better.
She pointed out when Charlotte made mistakes or misspoke, making fun of her older sister, especially when she had an audience.
Talus could feel his patience wearing thin the day before the wedding. Charlotte managed to steal a soft kiss before sitting down to breakfast.
Sarah held off long enough for Charlotte to take a single bite of breakfast before she started.
"Really Charlotte, do you absolutely have to stuff yourself like that the day before your wedding? Talus shouldn't have to marry a woman who takes such poor care of herself."
While the putdown was aimed at his beloved, it was Talus who reacted. He kept kept his eyes on his plate, his voice coming as a low growl.
"Sarah, your sister does not deserve this and I will not stand for it. No one insults Charlotte. Not you. No one. Clear?"
"God, you just get cuter, the angrier you are." Sarah smiled. "I'm only telling her because I love her. If she lets herself become a fat sow before you are even married, how long will she be able to hang on to you?"
Charlotte fled in tears while Sarah settled in and began to eat as if nothing untoward had happened. Talus pursued Charlotte, but she closed her door and told him she wanted to be alone.
Then she locked it.
Talus had no idea what to do. Charlotte was upset, but didn't want him to see her, feeling too self-conscious after Sarah's barbs.
He had no idea how to deal with Sarah either. When he rescued her, she was so fragile, frightened, and gentle. As soon as the shock of everything wore off, a petulant, brattish side had flared. He knew that Charlotte considered this to be a reaction to the lingering trauma of her ordeal, so she was just taking it. Worse, still his reaction woulld further upset Charlotte while Sarah just seemed proud of the trouble she had caused.
