The Witcher's Legacy: Part 6
This is the sixth in my ongoing series based around the villainous Ladies of the Wood from the Witcher 3 video game. Gross monster bodies abandoned to slut it up and corrupt a pure, loving man, the new lord of Crow's Perch. Everyone is fictional, over 18, and not at all copyrighted by me. I don't own them, this is purely fanfic.
The consent in here is dubious, but it's in there. Promise.
Now, read on...
Talus was a big man, but whoever drugged him had used something pretty strong, so his journey back to consciousness was not quick.
Opening his eyes was a struggle and once he was able to peer bleerily around, he saw that he was in a boudoir of sorts, with a few key features. This room was round -- some kind of stone tower. It gave him an immediate sense that it had been recovered from a condemned state, or at least temporarily spruced up from such.
The furnishings seemed sturdy, the air perfumed. He was laid on his back on a bed big enough for five and the sheets, mattress and pillows were fine.
He was also shackled at the wrists and ankles. Not stretched, but very secure, a fact his powerful arms confirmed as he bunched his muscles and heaved to no avail.
He wasn't getting loose with muscle alone, even though he felt no weakness in his body, just drowsiness which was fading quickly.
The last thing he remembered was waking up with Kiara working his cock for every ounce of pleasure she could...
No. There was more, and it steadily seeped into his mind.
Penni had shown up, so of course there had been more misbehaving. Afterwards, the two of them escorted him to the chapel...
The realisation that he might be missing his own wedding made Talus throw his prodigious strength against his shackles again with the same frustrating result.
"Those chains could hold a werewolf as still as a sleeping babe. I'm afraid you'll miss the wedding, though I'm sure they'll forgive you. After all, you've important work to do."
Even in his current state, he recognised that voice.
"What is going on? I'm supposed to be with Charlotte at the chapel."
The answering laugh that his captor gave in response was high, sweet and melodic.
"Oh, I'm afraid that will have to wait."
"What is this? Why am I here?" Talus asked, unable to see her as she stayed back out of sight.
"You, Talus, are here because I chose to bring you. No one is coming to rescue you, and when, or rather if, I decide to let you go? Well, you may not be much of a loving husband when you finally reach that altar."
She spoke confidently, sweetly, as if it was all a game, but the threat was there, rich with coldness and cruelty.
"You're wrong. I will get out of here and Charlotte will love me no matter what you do. She has seen me at my best and my worst and she loves and trusts me." Talus was utterly convinced of this.
The fact that his absolute conviction made her laugh in genuine amusement sent a shiver through him.
"It is so sweet that you think that. You really look like you believe it too. Such confidence for a man who is chained naked to a bed on his wedding day."
Talus suddenly realised he was naked. Waking up like this, with the drug still clouding his mind, he hadn't noticed that his body was stripped bare. There was a pillow beneath his head, so he could at least look down his body and find a skerrick of consolation that, for a change, his cock was not hard.
Her heels clicked sharply as she finally walked into his field of vision. The hooded robe was a rich red velvet and hid the contours of her body as well as her face. She waited until she was stood on the opposite side of the room, where a modesty screen covered a section of the room from view. Then she spoke.
"I'm sure you are right, of course. Charlotte will love you no matter what I do to you. She loves you and she definitely trusts you. But you aren't completely right, are you? I mean, she hasn't really seen you at your worst. Not yet." She took hold of the screen and pushed it over, sending it clattering to the floor.
"But she's about to."
And there she was.
Charlotte. His beautiful bride, in all her wedding day splendour. Her dress was lovely, an heirloom of her house, handed down to her by her mother. White satin. Delicate lace detailing. Flattering cut and resized to fit her slender frame.
But.
His bride had been tied roughly to a chair, with rope that was thick and coarse. She was just waking up into the situation, her makeup smeared and her hair a ragged mess. A gag had been tied over her mouth, white cotton, secured firmly, with a thin loop of what looked like red twine hanging out from beneath it.
Charlotte looked up groggily at the hooded figure, confused and whimpering, as if trying to ask the same questions Talus had moments earlier. When she looked over and saw him, shackled to the bed, and she gave out a pitiable whimper, muffled into insensibility.
"Yes. She will love you no matter what I do to you. But, I wonder. Will she love you once she has seen what you do to me?"
When she pulled back the hood, the cruel smile on her face made her intentions a little clearer. Charlotte began to shout, to scream into her gag, her gentle form wracked with deep, panicky sobs.
Talus spoke for her.
"How could you do this? How could you betray her like this? Why, Sarah?"
Sarah sneered cruelly and she still looked painfully gorgeous. Her dark brown hair kept its alluring curling waves that framed her heart-shaped face. Her eyes sparkled with that rich emerald green. High cheekbones, long lashes, wickedly arched eyebrows and a delicate button nose. Her lips were full and were a tempting shade of red.
"Don't change the subject, Talus. Charlotte is here to observe so we can see if she really loves you after what we get up to. This is where we test how much she trusts you once she has watched you lose control."
Sarah walked back to the foot of the bed. Talus was still staring at Charlotte until Sarah coughed at him, making sure she had his full attention. She smiled at him, a sweet smile that reminded him of the sweet teen he used to know. Maybe this would all turn out to be an ill-advised prank.
Sarah unclasped the robe and it fell away, leaving her breathtakingly naked except for the shoes.
Unlike Charlotte, her skin was tanned. Every inch of her. Tanned. Not a wrinkle, not a hint of unnecessary fat or blemish on her. She posed for him so that he could survey her perfection. She had the sensual curves that are so rare and hardly ever last into a woman's mid-20s. Her stomach was flat, with gentle definition, not overly muscular, but positively mouthwatering. Sarah's breasts were free and rode high and proud on her chest, daring gravity to even try to work against them, despite being a ripe set of D cups, with nipples that looked painfully hard and absolutely irresistible. Like the rest of her, Sarah's mound was absolutely smooth, her pussy on display, but still a sweet, tight little slit.
Talus ran his eyes down her long legs, her high heels perilously steep to really accentuate the toned and tanned limbs The shoes were black leather and the straps crisscrossed up her calves, tying off just an inch or two below her knees.
Sarah had a white satin garter in her hand. Charlotte's, for the celebratory reception after the wedding. A gift from Lysanna from just after Talus proposed. The bratty kidnapper's lush tits jiggled as she reached up and gathered her hair back into a ponytail at the base of her neck, using the gift as a hair tie, leaving a couple of loose bangs to frame her face. She grinned at him and shook her head, testing the integrity of her new hairdo, clearly planning on shaking and bouncing around in future. It certainly made those tits bounce and sway.
She knew what she was doing and, thanks to Penni turning him into a non-stop human fuck-machine, his cock was waking up at the sight of that vision of lust that was Sarah.
He clenched his eyes shut and focused on the recently acquired memory of Charlotte, bound and gagged and terrified. He took deep, steadying breaths.
