The Witchers Legacy Pt 06

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.

"Oh Good job, Talus! We don't want to make this too easy, do we? I mean, we want this to last. We want Charlotte to watch you try and slowly give in until... Well, until she has learned that guys like you are made to fuck girls like me, and girls like her exist so that we can get off on breaking their hearts."

Talus kept his eyes shut.

"I'll never betray Charlotte. Never."

Talus turned his head towards his bride and their eyes met. He saw the love in her in that moment.

"Mmmm... That's the spirit. Remember you said that."

The sound of Sarah's shoes clicking around to the side of the bed made him look around as she slinked up and sat down on the mattress beside him. He felt the sudden scratching of her nails as she started on his inner ankle and slowly dragged them up the inside of his calf to his knee. She let her nails climb higher and then clenched them sharply on his inner thigh. He gasped reflexively, the sensation making it harder to keep his cock from hardening.

"Please don't do this." He kept his voice low.

"Mmmm... that is the first time I've made you beg. It won't be the last. It just makes me want you more." Sarah cupped his swollen balls in her hand, nails teasing him as she debased him in front of the person he loved most.

Sarah purred when his thick cock twitched and she pressed her thumb into his scrotum until she could massage the base of his big soft snake. It began to harden immediately against his will.

"Oh my, Talus, I can see why my sister is so attached to you. It would be such a waste to condemn this gorgeous cock to a lifetime of underused by that sad, flabby bitch, when it could be wrecking hot sluts 24/7. Oh, unless it's already making the local girls squeal. Lemme check."

Talus opened his eyes immediately as Sarah leaned in, grinning wolfishly. She opened her mouth wide and her tongue stroked across her teeth before she locked eyes with him and slowly licked her way up his shaft from root to tip before swirling her tongue slowly over the big head of his now supremely stiff cock. She winked at him and then sat back up, teasing his balls again, his cock glistening and throbbing above his abdomen.

"If didn't know better, I would say Talus spent the night ballsdeep in some eager little whore. Came by the bucketload. Both of them. But only the Baron knows for sure. Don't you, Talus?"

Sarah held his gaze a moment longer and then her eyes slowly looked away, drawing to follow, looking over at Charlotte who, despite being exhausted, gagged and emotionally shell-shocked, still looked ready to protest his innocence.

"Don't worry Char, it's okay. None of that matters. I mean, compared to what you are about to watch, your love nailing some sluts to drain his balls is nothing. I know you love him and I know you love me too. So this is gonna sting a bit, because you are gonna watch me fuck him til there is no more resistance and he starts fucking me. It is gonna be rough and hard and dirty and he will hate me by the end, but he'll never stop fucking me and you'll just become his wife so I can enjoy getting daily hatefucks from my pussy-addicted brother in-law. I'll make sure you see plenty of those, because seeing your heartbreak is gonna make me cum, and, eventually, it'll make Talus cum too."

Charlotte just froze and Talus looked into her fearful eyes, willing her to hold onto her faith in him. Everything with Penni, and even everything with Kiara, had been him doing what he must to keep everyone safe. The fact that the sex was incredible and constant was not his fault. It didn't even matter that he enjoyed it on a physical level. It was coerced under threat of unspeakable acts and under the condition that Charlotte be kept safe from harm, both physical and emotional.

This was her tantalisingly sexy teen sister kidnapping and forcing him into sex in full view of Charlotte and was deliberately set up to break her heart.

Sarah let go of him and crawled onto the bed beside him. She stroked gently at his broad chest muscles, pressing her body against him as she kissed softly at his shoulder.

"Now, Baron, to the rules. You have to play your part in this. First accept that any time you disappoint me, I will take it out on her. Sometimes I will have to hurt her, which will be fun. But mostly, I'll use you to hurt her. She'll have to see you doing extra things to me that she just won't wanna see you enjoy as much as you will."

She dragged her soft lips across his neck, her big tits smooshed up against him.

"Second. Resist all you like. Seriously. Refuse me. Deny me. Tell me to fuck off and die in a hole. Make it clear to my sweet sister that you don't want this and you don't want me. It will be salt in the wound when you are fucking me night and day and are too busy making me squeal to tell her you love her."

"You've lost your mind, Sarah. I'm your friend. You have to stop this. I know you went through a terrible ordeal, but you are better than this." Talus didn't think this had much chance of succeeding, but he had to try, if only for Charlotte's sake. There was something very wrong going on.

He couldn't help but think Penni was responsible for whatever this was.

Sarah got up on her knees and gave him a look that suggested she might just be thinking it over. Then her bottom lip began to quiver as her eyes got wide. Her breathing stuttered and tears welled in her eyes.

Sarah broke into a sudden sob and her hands went to her eyes as she spoke through gulping breaths.

"Oh Gods! What have I done? Oh my Charlotte! My sister! I don't know what I'm doing. I'm so sorry!! I've had a crush on him all this time! And... and... and... after he saved me, I just got so jealous!"

The sincerity of her words seemed to cut through all she had done today to touch Charlotte's heart. She cried too and whimpered something through the gag as Sarah continued.

"All I ever wanted was to know what it was like to kiss him. To be special to him. To be... like you."

Talus could still feel her incredible body pressed against him, her superior tits against his chest and shoulder. Sarah's breathing steadied and his eyes found hers for a moment. Like before, she looked over to her bound sister and his eyes followed. Charlotte looked touched and looked at him, nodding her head. She made a muffled sound in the positive. Sarah answered.

"You mean I can? Oh Charlotte! Thank you! Oh, you don't know what it means that you will let me kiss him."

Sarah moved up closer, her face above his, her tears, gone and her eyes bright and excited. She shifted to rest her elbow by his shoulder, which pressed her breasts against more of his chest, the tops of them bumping against his chin. Her attempt to kiss him seemed to aim for his cheek and her lips caressed his skin until they covered his lips, touching so very gently. They both took a breath... and then another, barely touching, before her feathering touching pressed down gently, intimately against his lips.

She was half-draped over him and had a steadying hand just above his hip. Talus felt Sarah's fingers tighten enough for the nails to nip him and there was a momentary gasp where his lips parted. Smoother than silk, her tongue slipped between his parted lips and suddenly all he could taste was her.

Her hot, wet tongue caressed his lightly, playfully, beguilingly, until his moved to return the affection. She sighed into the kiss and her face moved, her jaw shifting as the kiss deepened and, with sweet suction and the compelling motion of her tongue that drew his forwards until she was sucking on his tongue while hers began to move like in a hot, passionate dance.

Sarah's nails eased up on his hip and drifted towards his abs as 'her kiss' morphed into 'their french-kiss'. He could feel her thighs squirming together just a little against his other hip and her big, round breasts shifting against his chest, those stiff nipples dragging against his pecs.

The kiss might be getting a little out of hand, given the way their mouths ground against each other and their tongues entwined hungrily whenever they weren't plunging down each other's throats. Sarah gave little whimpers and moans while enjoying the one kiss her generous and forgiving sister had agreed to. Her smooth, firm thighs rubbed against him and then one shifted up over his thigh and her stiletto heel dragged against the inside of his calf while her thigh and knee brushed up against his big balls.

Her upper body shifted and her tits ground into his chest as her kiss stayed hot and hungry, but drew back a little, more open-mouthed, letting Charlotte see the hungry way their tongues were tangling as Sarah enjoyed herself.

All of this could have been explained away as an exuberant, but adoring kiss, fulfilling a teenaged wish that has clearly been enhanced after he saved her life. Misguided but necessary to calm her heart and de-escalate the situation.

Until.

Her nails traced up his cock, trailing her fingers over his manhood as the now-wicked kiss continued. She made a show of it as she began languidly stroking him.

Long, luxurious motions. The Baron's mind was flooded with pleasure he should not be having. It took him too long to break off the kiss by his estimate, but he did it. Chained down, he was unable to stop Sarah licking his lips, his jawline and his neck, that long tongue claiming him a dozen times while she steadily worked her talented hand on his oversized hardon.

Then she kissed his nose while her hand slipped up to the head and she squeezed a hot drizzle of precum from him, which she licked off her fingers.

"Charlotte, my sister? How much should I cry to get him to cum in my mouth?" Charlotte took so long to realise she had been manipulated that Sarah started to laugh and raised herself up, swinging her leg over her captive stud to sit on his abs. He could immediately feel how hot and slick she was even as she slipped back to press her asscheeks against his cock. She rocked and bounced lightly on him as she laughed at her sister. When she looked back down at Talus, she winked and shook her tits at him.

"Talus gave that sweet little speech and, I just couldn't resist. He has a talented mouth, which, given where things are going? It's a pretty good thing." She looked from him back to Charlotte. "So, I know you felt like that was awful of me, but pretty soon you will wish I was just kissing him."

Talus barely had time to feel shame for what had just happened before Sarah made things so much more shameful.

"Now, since I can only take so much of Talus giving me speeches, like he is in charge, I am going to need to shut him up. I could use my panties to gag him, but I already balled them up and stuffed them into Charlotte's mouth before the gag went on, so I need another way."

When Charlotte heard this, she thrashed her head wildly as if she could shake off the gag, but there was no chance of that. Talus did not, for one moment, believe Sarah might be bluffing, he could recognise the silky red string hanging from under the gag. Some obscenely flimsy little piece of lingerie. He could not help her. He was chained to a bed beneath a sex-crazed teen, obsessed with him. He could not even reach Charlotte. The situation made him feel impotent, but clearly Sarah was going to address that.

Sarah let her older sibling rave through the lewd gag for a while as she slowly rolled her hips, letting Talus first feel her motions, then letting him get distracted watching her amazing body move, enticing him. When Charlotte quietened enough to have to breathe heavily through her nose to keep from passing out, Sarah continued as if she were patiently waiting for a child to stop whining before continuing with a lesson.