The Witcher's Legacy:

The Witcher's Legacy: part 8

Apologies for anyone who was waiting on this next chapter - I took longer than usual, but life can be complicated, so it is what it is.

Anyway - usual disclaimers - corrupting sex & blackmail - Not my world, just some fun fanfic. No one under 18 and everyone is fictional and I give full consent on their behalf. We good?

Awesome.

I hope this chapter engages you - I have read over it too many times to be sure. Many more to come as our protagonist will find out. A lot of Witcher material to explore.

Thank you for reading.

Sister Breowyn had already made tea.

With a practiced motion that suggested she did this a lot, the priestess poured two cups of the aromatic brew. To Charlotte's frazzled mind, it was the finest, sweetest tea she had ever tasted.

"I like to keep a pot of tea on for nights like tonight. It is soothing, but tea is always better shared." She said conversationally, not because she believed Charlotte had any interest in small talk, but because it provided a sense of normalcy.

The priestess fetched a few pieces of firewood and fed them to the fire blazing at the altar. Charlotte was about to ask, but the priestess beat her to it.

"This is not the Eternal flame. I have not yet had a chance to properly sanctify this chapel. Everything, in time. This is just a fire, but it will serve our purpose tonight, I think." She gave Charlotte a comforting smile and took another sip.

Charlotte sipped the tea, enjoying the hot cup in her hands, forcing her to feel and giving her something to hold so her hands wouldn't shake.

"I'm sorry to disturb you so late at night, Sister, but I need your counsel. As you know, the day of the wedding, I fell and injured myself and I... missed my own wedding. Poor Talus was left alone at the altar, thinking I had abandoned him."

Sister Breowyn placed her cup on the saucer and set it down by the edge of the fire, close enough to keep it hot without making boiling it over again.

"Ahem, I... was aware that something was amiss. I must admit, I did not get an opportunity to speak with Baron Talus in the chapel on the day. He must have left quite quickly once the news came that you were not going to be in attendance." Her tone was carefully neutral.

Charlotte's head lowered and she sighed sadly.

"I hurt him when I wasn't there. I was drunk from the night before and I must have hit my head." The bruise on the side of her face still showed as a dark purple mark, marring her appearance.

The priestess reached out and touched her cheek, raising her chin and turning her head to survey the injury.

"You sustained this injury in a fall? Goodness, you must have been heavily inebriated to manage such a feat. You do seem to be recovering well though. So, I assume you explained and apologised to His Lordship? Surely, his love for you is strong enough to weather even such a storm as this?"

Charlotte took a longer draught of her tea and let the warm spill through her.

"I fear I did more harm than you perceive. My Talus still loves me, I have no doubt of that, but will that be enough when I have lost so much of his trust? To make matters worse, in a brief moment of lucidity, I made my sister promise to protect his heart and she is." The words spilled from her in a rush.

"What does it take to protect such a strong man's heart when his true love is not there on their wedding day?" Her question was rhetorical, as she was no fool.

Charlotte did not seem to be aware of nature of the question.

"My teenaged sister is all over my fiancé, night and day, kissing, touching, wearing virtually nothing! I am afraid I -"

Sister Breowyn waited for the rest, knowing Charlotte would not be able to hold it in any longer.

" I am afraid I am losing him! I fear that he will start having sex with other women. With my sister!" Charlotte cried.

"If you fear losing him to things he must do, then perhaps you were never meant to have him? Is this man a possession to you? A treasure to be hoarded? Do you not love your sister?" Sister Breowyn challenged Charlotte, and the would-be bride's composure fell apart.

"What? Of course I love her, I just don't want her fucking Talus! He's mine!" Charlotte clamped a hand over her mouth at the outburst. Swearing in the chapel was bad, but so was her claim of ownership of this man she loved more than life.

"So, you are telling me that you love him, as he loves you, but you hurt him and then you asked your sister to use her body to soothe his heart and bring him happiness. She is now doing precisely what you asked of her, and doing it so well that you are jealous of her, despite knowing that she loves you so much that she is willing to sacrifice her honour and the sanctity of her body for you?"

"When you put it like that..." Charlotte was struggling to refute the logic of Breowyn's assertion.

"Moreover, as Baron, there is an expectation, enshrined in law that he share his seed with the worthy, to make Velen strong, is there not?" Charlotte nodded again.

It was an archaic law, but it was law. She would love to ask Talus to repeal it, but how cnaould he change a law at the whim of a jealous wife?

Breowyn sipped her tea again.

"The problem, dear Charlotte, is not the sex. The only way to make him whole again is to allow it to continue. Otherwise, you risk making him resent you. No, the problem is the sin. All that sex without love for them. He loves you but risks his soul because, while sex with them must happen for all the reasons you acknowledge, it is loveless sex. Fornication. Even done for such excellent reasons, every time he does his duty, corruption will creep in from the sinning."

Charlotte could see that the priestess was building to something that was difficult to say.

"I fear there are dark forces taking advantage of this who will seek to deepen the corruption of his pure, sweet soul. It is the will of the Flame that we met, for only I can help you save the soul of your beloved Talus."

For a moment it seemed like a weight lifted from the priestess and she took a deep breath, seeming to finally feel free of something that must have felt burdensome.

"What I am about to tell you, dear Lady Charlotte must stay between us. If people learned what I am about to tell you, they could get the wrong idea. My position within the Order of the Eternal Flame, I am unique. I am a sin-eater."

The Lady Charlotte was aghast.

"Oh, how awful! You poor thing!" Charlotte said, thinking the worst.

It isn't as bad as it sounds. Sin-eaters are exceedingly rare. Our gift and our curse is that we can draw sin out of people. We take their sin upon ourselves and the purge it into the Eternal Flame where the sin burns away."

Charlotte was visibly relieved and just a little bit embarrassed. Sister Breowyn continued, smiling at the girl's concern.

"The love you share with Talus is the truest and deepest of loves. It is transformative. Magical. Holy. But such a blessing upon mortals comes with at a price. Your husband has a great and meaningful destiny that will shape all of Velen. He has it in him to change everything, for good or ill. And you are his anchor, Charlotte."

Breowyn finished her tea and Charlotte followed suit. The priestess got them both a second cup and then sat opposite Charlotte, speaking conspiratorially.

"You will help him carry the burden this destiny, as will I, in my way. To help Talus forge a destiny, we must lighten his load. You must sacrifice for him. If he spends his time with you in... carnal pursuits, two things are likely."

Charlotte listened with rapt attention.

"Firstly, asserting to him that he should only be using your body for sex will make you appear jealous and untrusting. It will diminish you in his eyes. He has already had sex and, handsome hero that he is, it was undoubtedly amazing sex with more attractive women -- probably many of them. I mean no offence, dear child, but a sugary coating is not what you need. You can't compete with the beautiful, experienced women who have been with him in the past, and you shouldn't try. You need not remain a virgin, but making yourself his sole source of sexual release will just draw comparisons that won't paint you in a flattering light."

"Frankly, he needs sexual release and a lot of it. It is what he is built for, which leaves you in a tricky situation, since you are too sweet and righteous to meet his needs. You will need to walk a fine line, Charlotte. Our first step will be to get you married and once you are, the two of you will be bonded to one another, regardless of whatever else he needs to do."

Charlotte nodded slowly.

"Wait, Sister? What is the second thing?"

Sister Breowyn's lips tightened, and she took Charlotte's hands in hers.

"What if all he has is YOU to absorb all of his physical needs, and you prove not to be up to the challenge? You will fracture Destiny itself. You will doom him, and you WILL lose him. He will abandon love. Abandon you. And with a bevy of spectacular sluts dying to steal him, he will be so changed that he will never look back."

"I will be brutal now, Charlotte, because to be gentle would not prepare you. You must use the twin virtues of acceptance and of forgiveness. Acceptance of his need to have sex with these women. Sluts. Whores. Woman who just want him inside them to hurt you. Out of jealousy. Out of spite."

"And forgiveness of the fact that he will enjoy pumping his virile seed into each and every one of them, steeping himself in corruption. In sin. It is a natural consequence of the kind of sex they will provide to him."

The look of horror on Charlotte's face was matched by a glint of steel in her eyes. She would do whatever it took.

"When it comes to that accumulation of sin? Well, that is where I come in." said Breowyn.

"I will ensure that, as the sin builds up in him, it is extracted and burned away in the Eternal Fire, leaving him uncorrupted and true of heart. It will be my greatest honour and pleasure to protect you and your beloved from corruption, whatever the cost. I am your priestess and, I would like you to think of me as your friend. As such, your understanding and permission is important to me."

Breowyn looked into Charlotte's eyes as she took her hands and held them supportively.

"It's alright, Charlotte... I know. Just say thank you and we'll leave it at that, hmm? Oh, and you can call me Bree." The priestess gave her a bright, warm smile.

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Just a couple of weeks ago, Penni had come to Crow's Perch, and seduced Talus. It was then that her life was begun anew. Since then, so much had changed, some of it surprising, even to her. Not too long before that, she was the last of her kind.

They had fallen before the might of Cirilla of Cintra, ward of Geralt, the Witcher. She was something different. Child of the Elder Blood. Impossibly powerful, an entire order of magnitude beyond what even the Ladies of the Wood at their height. Penni, the Weavess, lost her two sisters that day and nearly died herself.

But.

In the battle, the injured crone had managed to procure just the tiniest taste of Cirilla's blood and used the power it conveyed to change herself form to that of an absolutely irresistibly fuckable young woman. She had made sure to alter her appearance enough that she wouldn't be recognised, not that many who had ever seen any of her previous forms had lived very long afterwards. The Ladies of the Wood were not in the habit of letting people live. They were as monstrous as they come. Untold centuries learning darker, and more vile magics until they were as horrific inside as they were out.

Their defeat, and near-extinction, was a wake-up call.

She reinvented herself as 'Penni' and fucked Talus the very first time they met. She revealed everything to him, who she really was and what she could do to everyone in his life and in the lands over which he now ruled. That was how they started, Talus being sworn to fuck Penni and in return, she would hide everything from Charlotte and do him the extra favour of not killing everyone in his lands.

His powerful destiny, combined with the fact that he and Charlotte shared a genuine 'true love', blessed by the Gods, made him perfect to corrupt, Penni knowing that she could draw power directly from fucking him. From corrupting him. From having him cum in and on her.

It wasn't until they started to fuck that she realised that Talus was truly magnificent. Powerful. Loyal.

And he could fuck all the live-long day.

It had been several days since she had absorbed even the smallest taste of his potent seed, and she was still brimming with power. During that time, he had been fucking near-constantly and was still bouncing back, ready for more at a moment's notice.

Even better, he was still voicing his resistance, even as the corruption built up slowly, but inexorably.

Right now, he was obsessed with fucking them, even if he was rationalising every act as a sacrifice for his people. Sarah was currently the one who could drive him out of his mind with lust, but he would succumb to Penni or Kiara with minimal provocation. Penni had taken one look at the gorgeous barmaid and she knew that the girl would be invaluable in corrupting the young lord. It was an excellent decision. Kiara was helping to find the cracks in his armour of fidelity. The rewards she would heap on that girl for the way she had gotten under his skin would be substantial.

But his heart was Charlotte's and his heart was strong.

Sarah was not bound by any deal and was content to taunt and bully Charlotte while openly seducing the love of her life. Penni could tell her sister was as impressed with the Big-dicked Baron as she was. Maybe more. Sarah was a battering ram of sin and corruption. She was the weaponised embodiment of lust.

Any other man would have forgotten Charlotte's name by now, but he was still deeply in love with her. He always would be.

But the fact that he loved her was mattering less, and little by little his interest in her was being replaced by his growing addiction to fucking hot and mostly evil, sluts. The connection between them was as strong as the pillars of the world. It would never break.

Every moment he spent rutting with the Ladies of the Wood, he was feeding them that energy and it was heavily flavoured with betrayal.

This special, intimate power, carved out of Fate itself and intended only for Charlotte and Talus was instead being eagerly, desperately and oh-so-happily fucked into Penni and Sarah.

Soon Penni would be able to introduce him to the third sister, the Brewess, who would be every bit as focused on usurping Charlotte and fucking Talus as they were.

Charlotte loved him fiercely and he loved her back -- it just didn't compare to the pussy he was getting.

Penni had sacrificed Lysanna, Charlotte's friend, after she witnessed Penni fucking the shit out of the handsome young Baron. It was that sacrifice that brought the Whispess back from beyond the veil. Sure, Talus' seed provided the power, but Lysanna was the blood sacrifice.

A life for a life.

Penni had seen pictures of Charlotte's sister, younger then, but very promising. When she brought her younger sister, The Whispess back, she was reimagined as the hottest, sluttiest, most fuckable version of Sarah that she could conceive of.

Penni was proud of how perfect her sister was.

She knew too, that they would both feel complete when they had their sister back.

When Penni woke, she hurried straight to Baron's room.

Baron and Sarah had not had much of a chance sleep and recover, but it didn't seem to matter.

He had awoken feeling more powerful and energised than he had in years, and his cock was already moving deep inside Sarah as she drifted into consciousness with soft gasps, his mouth on her breasts, claiming big mouthfuls and sucking hungrily over and over as he churned his cock into her. He was so focused on her that he failed to realise that Penni had walked right in on them.

"Ahh sister, why did we spend centuries as old crones and monsters, when we were built for this gorgeous stud? Morning Baron..." Penni's wicked voice sentiment seemed to spill across his back, her voice husky and hot.

Sarah moaned as his big dick flexed inside her thanks to her elder sibling. She drew Baron down into a deep kiss and, by the time the kiss ended, the door was locked, and Penni was naked. She knelt behind him, drawing his face around to hers and kissing him as deeply and passionately as Sarah had.

As the kiss drew to an end, Penni nipped his bottom lip with her teeth and purred.

"Take your big cock out of my baby sister." Penni said, pouting at him cheekily, pretending to be angry until she grinned deviously. She had plans for the morning.

He drew back, his prick dripping with Sarah's juices and the sisters rolled him onto his back. Penni helped Sarah up so that the two of them were kneeling on either side of him.

Witches were famous for naked rituals. These two witches didn't use any words more magical than, "Finally, we have a chance to say hello properly. I have missed you, my sister." Baron's slut-sheened cock jerked at the thought that they were sisters, corruptors, and total cocksluts for him and him alone.

Then they began to kiss. They started off soft and sweet, welcoming each other to this new life, but it didn't stay soft or sweet. They were making out and, despite the gentle beginning, it became clear that they weren't just trying to impress Baron, but to impress each other. They pawed at each other's bodies as their mouths all but fucked each other.

When they stopped, panting, they eyed him up like he was made of solid diamond.

"So, was the real Sarah really this amazing?" Penni asked.

Sarah grinned, shaking her head and slipping down to begin plant lustful kisses on Baron's thick, veiny shaft, giving him something better to think about than some poor girl's fate.

Days ago, he would have been tormented by the idea that the real Sarah was imperilled, but now his focus was on the whorish doppelganger he couldn't resist.

Penni slipped down and joined her sister, her soft, sweet lips wrapping around one of his balls and suckling, her tongue lashing him as the suction increased and her mouth began to draw succulently until his bloated, drool-slickened ball popped out of her mouth.

"Did you tell him what happened to her?" Penni asked her diabolically fuckable sister, speaking softly before reclaiming that ball and bathing it in spit and pleasure.

"Pfft. Why? What good would it do? She's not coming back and I'm not going to give him up. Are you?" Sarah didn't show the slightest concern about discussing the missing girl she was impersonating right in front of Baron. With the Ladies of the Wood worshipping his balls, he was completely lost to lust and barely noticed that they were speaking, except for those moments they stopped working his cock ever so briefly.

Penni still had one of his balls in her mouth when she moaned and gave her head a little shake while her tongue tip traced lazy circles against the big cum-tank she had claimed.

Sarah's eyes were locked on his and she looked deeper than most people could. Despite all this pleasure and sin, beneath it, there was a fire of resistance and righteousness. Of love and dedication to Charlotte. Her thighs squirmed together, loving seeing that fire struggling against her lustful onslaught.

Knowing what is best for putting out a fire, she chose to smother it.

Sarah opened her mouth wide and inhaled two-thirds of his massive prick. Then she began to suck his cock, drooling her spit and their mingled juices down him and slurping up what she could over and over, letting Penni gulp down anything that escaped.

The wicked sisters were enraptured by his cock, working as a team to drive him absolutely fucking wild. He couldn't take his eyes off them as his thick cock was licked and sucked passionately. Sometimes they shared. Sometimes they competed. But when he came, his load exploded across their gorgeous faces and eagerly open mouths.