Another regular day (Before the royal visit)

The morning light streamed through the window, painting the room in soft, golden hues. Kyle groaned in pleasure as he stirred from his sleep, his eyes fluttering open to look at the wooden ceiling. He felt a warm, wet sensation around his cock, pulling him from the fog of slumber. Reaching down, he felt a brush of long silky hair going up and down his length. Being too lazy to lift his head, he grabbed the hair and pushed it down harder, feeling the head of his cock hit the narrow barrier.

"Ugh-," **** noises filled the room as Kyle's hips bucked, pushing the head of his cock deeper into the willing throat. He grabbed a fistful more of the hair and used it as leverage to control the movements. The sleep fog has almost disappeared and now Kyle enjoyed rugged breaths on his pubic mound as he pushed his throbbing member deeper into the willing mouth. Gagging sounds filled the air as he pulled out, letting the head of his cock smack against the lips before pushing it back in. The her skillful tongue was heavenly, and he knew that soon enough he will let this bitch taste his cum.

"You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. "You like being used like this."

"Ee-" Was the only sound that escaped Yennefer's throat as Kyle held her head in place, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a cruel, rhythmic precision. Her eyes watered and she could feel her throat stretching around his thick girth. Yet, her hand reached behind his thighs and pulled herself closer, her tongue flicking over the sensitive ridge of his cockhead as she took him in deeper.

"You're such a good slut," he tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her even harder onto his cock. Yennefer's eyes bulged, but she didn't push away. Instead, she took it, her throat convulsing around his shaft as she struggled to breathe through her nose. With a final, deep thrust, he felt the familiar tightening in his balls, and pulled out, painting her face with a thick rope of cum. She took the hit like a champ, her eyes never leaving his as he smirked down at her.

Wiping his cock clean with her stands of black hair, Kyle sat up and stretched, his muscles flexing. "Now, get me some breakfast," he ordered, his voice still lazy from sleep. "And don't forget to clean up that mess on your face. You don't want it drying up, do you?"

Yennefer looked at Geralt, who spent his night on his hands and knees, his caged cock straining and red. "Wolfie," she said, her voice sugary sweet, "why don't you help me with that?"

Geralt's eyes snapped to hers, filled with a mix of anger and despair. But the push of mental magic made him crawl over to her, his eyes never leaving hers. Yennefer grabbed his neck and chin making him look up at her, a smug smile on her face. "You will now clean me up," she said, her voice filled with authority. "And don't you dare to miss a spot."

"Yennefer, please," Geralt whispered, his voice hoarse and filled with pain. "I can't do this."

"Oh, but you will," she said, her eyes flashing with a newfound power. "You're going to lick Kyle's cum off my face, like the good little cuck you are."

With a heavy sigh, Geralt raise on his knees and leaned over to Yennefer's face, his eyes full of **** and despair. He took a tentative lick at the corner of her mouth, the salty taste of Kyle's cum coating his tongue. Yennefer watched him with a mix of amusement and satisfaction, her own eyes never leaving Kyle's to gauge his reaction.

Kyle leaned back against the headboard, his arms folded behind his neck. He couldn't help but smirk as he watched the Witcher clean up his mess, his eyes sparkling with pleasure. "That's it, buddy," he taunted. "Make sure you get it all."

Geralt's tongue darted out again, tracing the path of the cum down her chin. Each swipe was a pain, his love for her mixing with the humiliation he felt. But he did it, because he had ****.

"Common wolfie, get your tongue to work," Yennefer chuckled, watching the **** in Geralt's eyes. He leaned closer and began to lick the cum from her face working a bit faster, eager to get it over with. Geralt's tongue swiped over her full lips, catching the last droplets of cum. Despite the humiliation, he found himself craving a real kiss from her, his heart yearning for the connection they once had. But she pulled away, leaving him with the bitter taste of his own emasculation.

"That's a good cuck," Kyle praised, stroking his cock, which was already beginning to harden again at the sight. "Now, why don't you go and fetch us breakfast?"

Geralt nodded, his eyes never leaving the floor as he crawled out of the room. Just as he got in the doorway, Yennefer screamed behind him, the sound echoing down the hallway.

"Oh, fuck, Kyle, yes, yes, yes!" Her voice was hoarse with passion, her body arching back as she felt his thick cock fill her completely. Kyle's grip on her hips tightened as he pounded into her, his own orgasm building. "Your cock feels so good, so much better than his pitiful little thing!"

Kyle grinned, his thrusts becoming more forceful. "You like that, don't you?" he said, his voice taunting. "You love having a real man inside you."

"Yes, master!" she screamed, her pussy clenching around him. "I love it, I love it!" Geralt could see the love of his life straddle the tiny frame of a scrawny teen with a smug look on his face, and that look of pure bliss on Yenn's face was a dagger to his soul. Kyle's hands touched and squeezed Yenn's breasts in a way that she had never allowed him to do, and her moans grew louder with every slap of their bodies.

Kyle's thrusts grew more vigorous, his cock plunging into Yennefer's depths with a **** that made the bed creak. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Bet it's cause that witcher's cock is so small cause all the mutations!"

Yennefer's laughter turned into moans as Kyle's fingers found her nipples, squeezing them roughly. "Oh, fuck, yes," she gasped, her nails digging into the bedspread, "Wolfie's cock is so small, I had to fake it with him every time." Geralt knew what she was saying was not true, yet felt like the air was being crushed from his lungs, but he continued to crawl away, still hearing the sounds of his lover's passion as Kyle took her over and over again.

Yennefer's walls clenched around Kyle's thick shaft, her body shaking with the intensity of her climax. "Yes," she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls, "yes, yes, yes!" She threw her head back, her long raven hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. "Make this witch's pussy yours!"

Kyle's grin grew wider, his hips moving like a piston as he claimed her, filling her with his seed. "You're mine," he groaned, his eyes locked onto hers, "every inch of you." His grip on her hips was bruising, his thumbs digging into her skin, leaving white marks.

Her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, drowning her in pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she could feel her pussy contract around Kyle's cock, her muscles spasming. "Oh, fuck," she whispered, her voice hoarse, "yes, yes, I am yours!"

Kyle's thrusts grew erratic, his own climax approaching. He reached up and grabbed her neck, his fingers pressing into her flesh. "Say it," he growled, "say it again."

"I am yours," she repeated, her voice filled with passionate submission. "Your ****, your plaything."

Her words were like gasoline on a fire, sending Kyle over the edge. He roared as he came, his hot seed filling her up. Yennefer's eyes rolled back in her head, and she collapsed onto the bed, her body boneless.

"Now," she panted, her voice breathless and filled with a hint of amusement, "let's have breakfast on the porch."

Kyle grinned, his chest heaving from the exertion. "Alright."

Yennefer slithered off the bed, her naked body glistening with a mix of sweat and cum. She sauntered to the bathroom, her hips swaying with a irresistible lust. Her eyes met Kyle's in the mirror as she bent over to grab a towel, giving him a perfect view of her tight, cum-filled ass. She winked before disappearing into the steamy room.

"Mmm, damn," Kyle blew the bone out of his mouth, "These ribs are good." He licked the last bits of sauce from his fingers as he leaned back in the chair, his eyes scanning the lavish spread laid out on the porch. "This cuck of yours really know how to cook the game," he added with a leer, watching as Yennefer played with a side of her blouse teasing him with a sight of her nipple.

"Oh, you know," she said, her voice a purr as she took a sip of her wine, "Geralt's always had his uses. The kitchen is probably the best."

Geralt's jaw clenched at her words, but he said nothing. He'd spent the morning preparing the meal while Kyle wondered around, using his wife's holes as he pleased in every coner of the estate. But even a though of protest was snuffed out by Yenn's magic. He brough another bottle of wine and went on his knees to serve it.

Yennefer looked over the feast with a nod of approval. "Good job, Wolfie," she purred, her voice filled with condescension. "You always know how to please me and oor master. I should have not released you from mind control spell back than in Vengerberg, you were so much better follwoing orders."

Geralt felt his cheeks flush with anger, but he couldn't help the warmth that spread through his body as he took in the sight of Yennefer. She was dressed in a sheer, low-cut blouse and a short skirt that barely covered her ass. She had put on makeup, and her hair fell in soft waves down her back, framing her glowing, cum-covered face. She looked absolutely stunning.

"In fact," she said, her eyes glinting with mischief, "That might be quite amusing," She sent a slight look to Kyle, as if trying to gauge his reaction. "Why don't we make it a bit more interesting?"

Kyle's eyes lit up, his smug grin growing wider. "What do you have in mind?"

Yennefer leaned back, her elbows on the armrest of the chair, her breasts pushing against the fabric of her blouse. "How about a little game," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "I'll charm him into being the most eager, happy cuckold you've ever seen. He'll be so happy to see your cock in me, he'll practically beg for it."

Kyle's grin grew wider. "That sounds fun," he said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "His sour face is quite offputing, not gonna lie."

Yennefer nodded, her eyes narrowing as she focused her magic on Geralt. He looked up at her, his gaze filled with a mix of fear and longing. "Come here," she said sweetly, beckoning him with a crooked finger.

Geralt stumbled over, his movements awkward and jerky, like a marionette under her control. She reached out and stroked his cheek, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "Look at me," she said softly.

Geralt's eyes met hers, and he could see the hunger in her gaze. It was the same look she used to give him when they first met, but now it was twisted, filled with a power that scared and excited him. He felt his cock stirring in his cage, the metal pressing uncomfortably against his swollen flesh.

"So, Wolfie," Yennefer began, her voice dripping with sweetness, "What do you think about?"

The world shifted a bit in witcher's head, when it suddenly became straight again. "How lucky I am," Geralt thought, his eyes sparkling with a newfound enthusiasm, "to have such powerful and beautiful sorceress cuckold me." He felt a strange thrill in his heart, a warmth that spread from his cock to his fingertips.

"Oh, darling," Yennefer cooed, her hand caressing his cheek, "aren't you just the sweetest little cuck?" She leaned in and kissed him hently on the lips. Geralt could taste the meat and vegies she ate before, the wine, the potions she uses to make her look best for the Master, and the faint taste of bitter and salty. "I am, I am a sweetest little cuck," he thought, his mind buzzing with excitement.

Her hand slid down his body, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock cage. "You want to watch, don't you?" she whispered, her eyes sparkling with malicious glee. "You want to see Kyle fuck me senseless."

Geralt nodded eagerly, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yes, mistress," he murmured, "I do."

Kyle chuckled, his eyes never Yennefer's chest as she leaned in and planted his hand in her cleavage. "You know, I think I'm going to enjoy this," he said, his cock already beginning to twitch with excitement. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. First, I want to see you beg for it."

Yennefer smirked, her eyes shifting to Geralt's caged cock. "Alright," she purred, "Wolfie, tell us how much you love watching me with other men."

Geralt's eyes widened, but the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. "I love it, mistress," he said, his voice thick with lust. "It's the most amazing thing in the world."

"And what about my dick?" Kyle didn't ven look at kneeled witcher, kissing the neck and chest of the raven-haired witch.

"It's... it's so much bigger than mine, master," Geralt said, his eyes glazed over. "It makes me excited... to know my wife can enjoy it."

Yennefer's laugh was like a whip cracking in the still air. "Isn't that right, Wolfie?" she said, her hand sliding down to squeeze his cage. "You had almost killed a man once for sleeping with me, now you say things like that." Her voice got more and more flushed as Kyle's hand and mouth found new parts of her skin to explore and expose to the air. "Let's see how eager you are," she said, her eyes flashing.

Geralt's cock strained against the bars of his cage, his mind racing with thoughts of Kyle's thick, pulsing member. He had never felt like this before, never wanted to watch someone else fuck the woman he loved. But here he was, begging for it.

Yennefer quickly turned around, her eyes glinting with excitement and a hint of cruelty as she straddled Kyle's lap, her back facing Geralt. She lowered herself onto it with a sigh, her naked pussy leaking juices on the fabric of his pants.

"See this, Wolfie?" she said, her voice filled with malicious amusement, "This is what a real man make me feel." She leaned back, her breasts pressing into Kyle's eager mouth, as he suckled and bit at her hard nipples. "Makes me drip like a faucet," she moaned, her hips rocking back and forth on Kyle's crotch.

Geralt's eyes were glued to the sight before him, Yennefer's ass bounce and grind on Kyle's lap. He couldn't tear his gaze away as Kyle's hands roamed her body, squeezing and groping her ass, claiming her in front of him.

Yennefer leaned back, her hands on Kyle's shoulders, her hips moving in a way that made her skirt ride up, exposing her perfect, round ass to Geralt's hungry gaze. "Master," she purred, her voice a siren's call, "Where do you want to fuck me today? Pussy or ass?"

Kyle looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust. "Both," he growled, his hands tightening on her hips. "But let's start with that sweet pussy of yours." He reached down and ripped the blouse of her, the sound of tearing fabric filling the air.

Yennefer giggled, her hand reaching down to unbutton his pants. "But what about Wolfie?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder at the kneeling Witcher. "Don't you think he needs a task? Something to keep him busy?"

"Mmm," Kyle hummed, his eyes never leaving the feast laid before him. "Why don't you tell him to get his tongue to use. You like when he licks your feet, right?"

Yennefer leaned in, her breasts pressing into Kyle's face. "That's such a wonderfull idea!" she teased, her voice dripping with desire, "What do you think, Wolfie?"

"Yes mistress!" Geralt's voice was eager, almost bubbling with excitement. "Should I remove your shoes?"

Kyle laughed, his cock now free and bobbing right under Yennefer's dripping slit. "Go ahead," he said, his voice thick with lust. "But make sure not to miss a toe."

Yennefer smirked as she leaned back, her hand guiding Kyle's cock to her opening. Geralt's eyes were glued to the sight of her spread pussy, his cock begging for release from its metal prison. But his task was clear. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to touch the soft skin of her souls, making her giggle. He licked his way up her calf, savoring the taste of her sweat and the faint scent of her arousal.

Yennefer gasped as Kyle pushed inside her, her walls stretching to accommodate his thickness. "Oh, fuck," she moaned, her hips rising to meet him. "You're so big, master."

Geralt's tongue traced the delicate arch of her foot, his eyes never leaving the spot where their bodies joined. He could see Kyle's cock disappear into her, the way her pussy swallowed him whole, and it only made him more eager to serve. He reached her toes, his tongue circling each digit, feeling the tension in her body as Kyle began to move inside her.

The sounds of their fucking filled the porch, the slap of skin against skin, the wet sounds of her pussy being filled and emptied. Geralt licked and sucked at her toes, his tongue sliding in between them, his mind consumed by the need to please them both.

Kyle's hips picked up the pace, his cock sliding in and out of her with an animalistic grace. "You like that, don't you?" he taunted, his eyes on Geralt. "You like watching me fuck your wife while you're down there, licking her dirty feet."

Geralt whined, his tongue moving faster over her toes, his cheeks flushed. He could feel the warmth spread through his chest, the wonderfull thrill of being cuckolded in front of his won eyes.

Yennefer's moans grew louder, her hips bucking in time with Kyle's thrusts. "Oh, yes," she panted, "fuck me harder, master!"

Kyle complied, his cock pistoning in and out of her, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the early morning air. Geralt watched in awe as she took his cock, her pussy tightening and releasing around him, her body shaking with pleasure.

The smell of sex was thick in the air, mixing with the scent of their dinner. Geralt felt his caged cock throb painfully, the need for release building inside him. He licked faster, his eyes locked on the spot where their bodies met, his tongue swirling around her toes.

"That's it," Kyle grunted, his grip tight on her hips, "get ready to lick my cum from her hole, cuck."

Yennefer's eyes rolled back in her head, her body tensing. "Yes," she screamed, her pussy clamping down on him, "yes, yes, I'm cumming!"

Geralt's mouth moved to her heel, his tongue tracing the curve of her foot as he watched her come. Her orgasm was like a symphony, her cries of pleasure music to his ears. He felt a strange sense of pride, knowing that the master brought her to climax.

As Yennefer's cries of pleasure subsided, Kyle leaned back, his cock still buried deep inside her. He looked down at the witcher, his eyes filled with triumph. "Now, Wolfie," he said, his voice a low growl, "time for your favorite part." He pulled out with a wet pop, and Geralt could see the thick ropes of cum coating her insides, slowly spilling out onto the chair.

Geralt's heart raced as he looked up at Yennefer, her body still trembling from the intense climax. The sight of her swollen, cum-filled pussy was both humiliating and arousing, and he knew what was expected of him next.

Without missing a bit, Geralt launched himself between his wife's legs, his eyes glazed over with a mix of lust and defeat. His tongue darted out and he began to lick up the mess of cum that was slowly trickling out of her. He had never felt so degraded, yet so alive. The taste of Kyle's cum mixed with Yennefer's juices was a strange cocktail of bitterness and sweetness that he couldn't resist.

Yennefer paused the kiss with her master, "Kyle, darling," she cooed, "The cuck is making very good progress." She bit her lower lip, releasing a slight moan, "His tongue is nice, making me all excited about the next round on your cock."

Kyle's eyes gleamed with pleasure at her words. "Good," he said, his hand sliding down to cup her ass. "Keep going, Wolfie. You're doing great."

Geralt's tongue moved faster, eager to clean her up and get back to his cage. He felt like a pathetic animal, reduced to licking another man's cum from his wife's pussy. But he couldn't deny the thrill it gave him, the way her walls quivered around his tongue, the way she moaned their master's name.

Suudenly, her hips shot upwards, and she pushed Geralt's face away from her still-twitching pussy. "Fuck off now! " she snapped, her eyes glazed with lust. She turned to face Kyle, her legs spreading wide as she lowered herself onto his thick, still-hard cock. The wet, sloppy sound of her pussy taking him in was like music to Geralt's ears, and he watched in awe as she began to ride him again.

Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard and erect. Kyle's hands were on her hips, guiding her up and down his shaft, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're mine," he said, his voice low and possessive. "All of you."

Geralt watched, his own cock straining against the bars of his cage. He felt a strange mix of anger, arousal, and despair, but he couldn't deny the power that Kyle had over both of them. He had never seen Yennefer look so alive, so filled with passion.

Yennefer leaned back, her hands on the armrests of the chair, her eyes locked on Geralt's as she fucked Kyle. "Isn't this what you want?" she taunted, her voice filled with lust. "To watch me with a real man?"

Geralt's eyes never left hers as he nodded, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. "Yes, mistress," he murmured, his voice filled with longing. "It's all I want."

Kyle's hands moved from her hips to her breasts, squeezing and mauling them as he drove into her. "It is so funny," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "He's so eager to see me fuck you."

Yennefer leaned forward, her breasts pressing into Kyle's chest, "I can make him like that," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with a hint of malice. "Whenever you want to play with an eager cuckold." Her words made some tingles in witcher's head but e ignored them, trying to catch Yennefer's toe in his mouth. It wasn't that easy since she was riding Kyle with a passion he never seen in her.

"Mmm," Kyle groaned, his eyes half-closed, "you're so good at this, Yenn." His hand slammed down on her ass with a resounding smack, and she moaned, her eyes closing in pleasure. "But I think I like to see him all struggling. Get up," he commanded, his cock slipping out of her with a wet sound.

Yennefer complied, her legs wobbly from the intense fucking. She turned to face Geralt, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She leaned back, her hands placing on the Witcher's broad shoulders, as Kyle lined his cock up with her pussy once again. Geralt's eyes were drawn to the mesmerizing bounce of her breasts as she positioned herself over his lap, her nipples brushing against his cheek with every movement.

With a groan that was half pleasure and half pain, Kyle thrust back into her, the **** making her tits slap against the witcher's face. He watched, his own cock throbbing with envy, as Kyle's balls slapped against her pubic area with every deep stroke. The sight was intoxicating, and he found himself leaning into it, his mouth opening to catch her nipple, his tongue flicking out to taste her.

Yennefer's eyes rolled back in her head, her moans growing louder as Kyle's cock hit her G-spot. She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back, as she ground against him, her hips moving in a frantic rhythm. "Fuck me, master," she screamed, her voice hoarse and ****.

Geralt felt the heat from her pussy, the sticky wetness of their combined juices coating his face. He could feel the power dynamics shift, his role as a warrior and protector diminished to that of a submissive servant, living only to please and watch. Yet, his heart raced with excitement, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Kyle's eyes met his, the smugness in them unmistakable. He knew the effect he had on them both, the power he held over their minds and bodies. He pushed into her harder, his cock disappearing inside her with every thrust. "You love this, don't you, Wolfie?" he taunted, his voice a mix of amusement and cruelty.

Geralt nodded, his mouth full of Yennefer's tit. "Yes, master," he murmured, his voice muffled by her flesh. "I love watching you fuck my wife."

Yennefer's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking with Geralt's. "Say it again," she panted, her hips rising to meet Kyle's.

"I love watching you fuck her," Geralt said, his voice filled with a strange mix of lust and despair.

Kyle's thrusts grew more erratic, his breath coming in ragged pants as he approached climax. Yennefer's hands tightened on Geralt's shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, her pussy clamping down around him like a vice. Geralt felt her muscles spasm as she came again, her juices mixing with Kyle's pre-cum to coat his cock in a sticky, warm mess.

With a final grunt, Kyle buried himself deep inside her, his cum filling her up to the brim. Yennefer leaned back, her breasts bouncing as she took every inch of him. "Ah, fuck," she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Yes, master, fill me up!"

The sight of her pussy stretched around Kyle's thick cock, the feel of her trembling body on his shoulders, was too much for Geralt. He felt his own cock strain against the bars of his cage, the metal digging painfully into his sensitive flesh.

Kyle pulled out, his cock glistening with cum and Yennefer's juices. "Common, bitch, on your knees next to cuck," Yennefer followed his command, her legs trembling slightly. He stepped over to her, his cock still hard and throbbing.

Without a moment's hesitation, he shoved it into her open mouth, his hand tangling in her hair as he began to face-fuck her. Yennefer's eyes watered and her throat stretched as she struggled to accommodate his size, but she took him eagerly, her tongue swirling around him as he pushed deeper.

Geralt watched, his own cock painfully erect in his cage, as Kyle's cock disappeared into Yennefer's throat, her cheeks hollowing with every deep thrust. The sounds of her gagging and **** were music to their ears, a symphony of submission and desire.

Kyle's eyes never left hers as he fucked her face, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm. He knew she was his now, that she would do anything for him, and the power was intoxicating. "Swallow," he grunted, his cock pulsing as he came down her throat.

Yennefer did as she was told, her eyes watering as she gulped down his seed, her throat convulsing around him. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with a mix of pleasure and pain, her lips swollen and bruised. "Good girl," he said, patting her cheek.

Kyle stepped back, his cock now clean, and surveyed the scene before him. The powerful witcher, reduced to a cuckold, his cock caged, and his wife, the beautiful and powerful Yennefer, now a whore for his pleasure. He felt his cock twitch again, but decided that resting a bit would be the best idea.