Chapter 3

The morning on the fluffy goose-feathered bed was really nice. Kyle stirred, his eyes cracking open to reveal a pair of swollen, sleepy orbs. Above him, the canopy of the bed fluttered gently, the soft light of dawn peeking through the half-drawn curtains. His nose caught a whiff of something sweet and tart—lilac and gooseberries, the unmistakable scent of Yennefer. The sound of soft, rhythmic breathing grew clearer as he blinked away the last vestiges of sleep.

He felt a warm, wet sensation on his morning wood. Yennefer, dressed in nothing but her long, raven-black hair cascading down her pale back, knelt before him, her eyes cast down, a picture of submission and need. She had once been a mighty witch in her own right, a **** to be reckoned with, but now she was his. Kyle's cock twitched in her mouth as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around his girth like a serpent charmed by a snake charmer's flute. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her eyes watered slightly, and she moaned around his shaft, the vibrations sending delightful ripples along his length.

Yennefer's magic was subtle, but oh so potent. As she worked his cock with her mouth, her slender fingers danced over his chest, and Kyle felt his nipples harden and throb in response. It was as if invisible hands were kneading them, sending bolts of pleasure straight to his core. He looked down at her, watching the rise and fall of her head as she took him deeper, her throat working to accommodate him. He chuckled to himself, his chest puffing out slightly with pride. He had the power to make this woman, once so powerful, into his personal sex toy.

"Mmhmm," she mumbled around his cock, looking up at him through her thick, dark lashes. Her eyes, those deep, violet pools, seemed to sparkle with mischief. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and she reveled in it. Her mouth popped off his cock with a wet smack, and she began to lick and kiss her way up his body, her breasts dragging along his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "Good morning, sir," she cooed, her voice a siren's song. Kyle felt his heart race as she straddled him, her wet, shaved pussy hovering just above his face. He knew what he wanted, and she was more than happy to oblige.

He flicked out his tongue, tasting her sweetness, and she gasped, her hips bucking slightly. Her magic swelled, and he felt his cock being stroked by an unseen hand, the sensation making his toes curl. He pushed her back down, his hands finding her firm, round ass, and guided her to sit on his face. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, and he buried his nose in her folds, inhaling deeply before licking her from clit to asshole. She squirmed and whimpered, her hands coming up to squeeze her own tits.

Kyle knew he was in for a day of pure pleasure, with Yennefer eager to serve him in every way she could think of. His cock swelled even further at the thought, and he felt the cage of his newfound dominance tighten around him. He was going to enjoy this, every single moment of it. And who knew what other delights the day would bring? For now, though, he was content to lie there, his face buried in the warm, wet heaven between her thighs, as she rocked back and forth, riding his tongue and magic-induced nipple massage.

As Yennefer moaned and writhed, her climax building, Kyle's thoughts turned to last night when he put Geralt in his place. The stoic Witcher had stumbled in, his eyes widening when he saw his lover ride his dick. Yennefer had looked up, a smug smile playing on her lips, and Kyle knew that she was enjoying every moment of her new role. The sight of her, so eager to serve, had sent a thrill down his spine, and all he wanted was for men who had once shared her bed would now watch and envy.

The bed creaked slightly as Yennefer's body tensed, and Kyle felt her pussy clench around his tongue. Her moans grew louder, turning into a keening wail as she came, her juices flooding his mouth. He lapped up her sweet nectar hungrily, savoring every drop as she praised him in broken gasps.

"Oh, Kyle," she panted, her voice trembling with pleasure. "No one has ever made me feel like this. You're better than... all of them."

Her words were music to his ears, and he reveled in the power he had over her. He felt his own orgasm building, his balls tightening in anticipation. But he wasn't quite ready to let go yet. He wanted more, needed more.

"Tell me," he murmured, his voice muffled by her wetness. "Tell me how much better I am."

Yennefer's eyes rolled back in her head as she leaned back, her fingers tangling in Kyle's thick, black hair. "So much better," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her screams. "Your tongue reaches places even my magic can't."

Her breaths grew ragged as she climbed down from her high, her body trembling slightly. Kyle took the opportunity to get on top of her, his cock standing tall and proud, demanding her attention. She looked at him with a mix of awe and hunger, her pupils dilated and her cheeks flushed.

"Please," she begged, her voice needy. "Only you can make me cum by fucking my throat! Fuck me, Kyle!"

Her words were like a spell, and Kyle's cock grew even harder. He grabbed her head, guiding it back down to his shaft, which was now slick with her juices. Yennefer took him in eagerly, her eyes glazed over with desire. Her cheeks hollowed again as she took his length deep into her throat, her eyes watering as she tried to keep up with his thrusts. Kyle's breath hitched as she gagged slightly, the sound sending waves of pleasure through him. He could feel the pressure building, his orgasm just out of reach.

But he wasn't going to cum in her mouth. Not yet. He had other plans for her. He pulled out, his cock glistening with saliva and precum, and flipped her over onto her stomach. He spread her legs wide, admiring her tight, pink hole winking at him. He spit on his fingers, reaching down to rub the spit into her asshole, watching as it puckered and relaxed under his touch.

"Oh, yes," she moaned, her voice muffled by the pillow. "Please, Kyle, fuck my ass. I need it so badly."

He didn't need any more encouragement. He lined up his cock and pushed inside her, feeling her tightness squeeze around him. Yennefer's back arched, her body trembling as he filled her up completely. He began to thrust, slow and deep, watching her ass cheeks jiggle with every movement. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, a testament to their passionate union.

"Is that good, slut?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.

"Yes, yes," she panted. "So good. Oh, sir, you're so big, so thick..."

He picked up the pace, his hips smacking against her ass, the sound echoing through the room. Yennefer's moans grew louder, filling the space with the symphony of their lovemaking. She reached down to play with her clit, her body moving in sync with his thrusts, her orgasm building again.

The door to the chamber creaked open, and in crawled Geralt, his face red and eyes downcast. He was wearing the cum-stained underwear Kyle had left for him, a clear sign of his submission.

"Yenn," he whimpered, his voice low. "Please, let me go... Don't make me watch."

Yennefer's eyes snapped open, and she looked at him over her shoulder with a wicked smile. "You will watch," she purred. "This is Kyle's home now, his rules!"

With that, she lifted one of her dainty feet, her toes curling seductively. "Come here, pet," she called to Geralt. "You know what to do."

Geralt's face contorted with a mix of humiliation and arousal as he shuffled forward on his hands and knees. His eyes never left the floor, and his cheeks burned with a blush that stained them crimson. Kyle chuckled, the sound deep and resonant in his chest. He pulled back, allowing Yennefer's tight asshole to breathe for a moment before slamming into her again.

Geralt reached her outstretched foot, his eyes flicking up to meet hers for a brief second before he lowered his mouth to her toes. He kissed them gently, his tongue darting out to lick the soft skin between them. Yennefer's smile grew as she felt his hot breath, and she wiggled her toes, urging him closer.

"That's it," she cooed. "Suck on them. Make them nice and clean."

Geralt took a deep breath, his cock straining against the fabric of his underwear. He closed his eyes and took a toe into his mouth, sucking hard. Yennefer's eyes rolled back in her head as Kyle's thrusts grew stronger, pushing her closer to another orgasm.

The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking—Kyle's grunts, Yennefer's moans, and the wet smack of their bodies meeting. The scent of sex grew stronger, mingling with the lilac and gooseberries that surrounded them.

Kyle leaned over, his chest pressing into Yennefer's back as he whispered into her ear. "Fuck, that's so fun. Mighty Geralt is so pathetic now, we should make him into a real cuck!"

Yennefer's eyes snapped open, and she watched in the mirror as Geralt serviced her toes, his eyes still cast down. Her pussy clenched around Kyle's cock, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out too loudly.

"Keep going," she ordered him, her voice a mix of sweetness and steel. "And make sure you don't miss a spot. And I have a gift for you after Kyle fills my ass up with his cum."

Geralt's eyes widened slightly, his face a picture of utter submission. He nodded, his tongue flicking over her toes with renewed enthusiasm. Kyle picked up the pace, his eyes locked on the reflection of the witcher's humiliation in the mirror. The sight of the once-proud monster slayer brought to such a lowly position was an aphrodisiac, and he felt his climax approaching like a freight train.

"Fuck, yes," he grunted, his balls tightening. "I'm going to fill you up, Yen."

Yennefer's body quivered in anticipation, her hand reaching back to spread her cheeks wider. "Do it, sir," she urged, her voice breathy. "Give it to me."

With one final, powerful thrust, Kyle came, his semen filling her up to the brim. She squealed in pleasure, her body shuddering beneath him. He pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with her juices, and watched as she lay there, panting, her ass still spasming around his shaft.

"Now, wolfie," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "Your turn."

Geralt looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of revulsion and hate. Yet his body moved just as Yennefer's hand directed more and more magic into his brain, making him more and more docile.

"Good boy," she murmured, stroking his hair. "Now crawl over here and clean me up."

With a whine, Geralt obeyed, his face contorted into a snarl of humiliation. He positioned his mouth at her entrance, his tongue flicking out to taste the remnants of Kyle's cum. She felt his hot breath on her skin, and she shivered with excitement. This was what her master wanted, a strong man like Geralt, reduced to nothing but a pitiful cuckold, and she would do everything to make her master happy.

"Good boy," she whispered, stroking his hair. "Lick me clean."

Geralt's tongue slid into her pussy, tasting the mixture of her juices and Kyle's seed. He groaned, his body responding despite his mind's protest. His tongue swirled around her clit, and she bucked her hips, pushing herself deeper into his mouth. Kyle watched, his cock still semi-hard, enjoying the sight of the man who had once been her lover now serving as her pussy cleaner.

"Look up," she ordered, her voice firm. "Look at me while you do it."

Geralt's eyes met hers in the mirror, and she saw the anger and despair in them. Yet, his tongue did not stop, his movements growing more vigorous as he cleaned her thoroughly. Yennefer's legs quivered, and she felt another orgasm building.

"That's it," Kyle encouraged from above her. "Make sure she's nice and clean. You wouldn't want to miss a spot, would you?"

Geralt's eyes never left hers, and she knew that he hated every second of this. Yet, the more he licked, the more her arousal grew. The taste of Kyle's cum, the feel of Geralt's subservience—it was intoxicating.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She pushed him away, his face glistening with her juices. "Good boy," she murmured again. "Now, crawl back to your corner and wait for your next order."

Geralt scurried away, his head hanging low, his eyes never leaving the floor. He was nothing but a whipped puppy, a pathetic shell of the man he once was. Yennefer felt a twinge of pity, but it was quickly overridden by the thrill of power.

"Now, Kyle," she purred, turning to face him. "What's next for our little cuck?"

Kyle chuckled, his eyes gleaming. "Oh, I have so many ideas. But for now, let's enjoy the sight of him in his cum-stained underwear, a constant reminder of his place in our bed."

Yennefer nodded, her own smile widening. "Indeed, it's a sight to behold. And a reminder to him of what he's lost to you."

The two of them lay back on the bed, their bodies entwined, watching as Geralt sulked in his corner. His eyes flicked up to them every few moments, and she knew that he was **** to be a part of what they shared. But he wasn't allowed. Not anymore.

"I think he's learned his lesson," Kyle said, his hand idly stroking her thigh. "But just to make sure, tomorrow I'll have him clean both your holes after I've fucked you."

Yennefer's pussy clenched at the thought, her body responding eagerly. "Yes, master," she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed. "Whatever you wish."

The rest of the day was a blur of delights for Kyle, as he enjoyed his new powers. Yennefer had a devilish twinkle in her eye as she paraded around Geralt in nothing but a thin, see-through negligée, her body on full display. Geralt's eyes followed her every move, **** for a taste of what he could no longer have. Yennefer knew this was what Kyle liked, and she reveled in it, eager to please her new master in every way.

As the sun set, casting the room in a warm, golden glow, Yennefer turned to Geralt with a mischievous smile. "You know, pet," she began, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Master Kyle enjoys watching you suffer. And I think it's only better if you get no fun watching at all."

With a flick of her wrist, she conjured a cock cage, the cold metal glinting in the candlelight. Geralt's eyes widened in horror as she approached him, the cage hovering in the air. "Open your legs," she instructed, and despite his obvious ****, he complied. The cage locked around his cock and balls, leaving him unable to even get an erection. "There," she said, patting his cheek. "Now you won't distract us with your pathetic desires."

The quick dinner, prepared by Geralt, and enjoyed by Kyle and Yennefer, was filled with kisses and groping. The cuckolded Witcher served them meekly, his eyes never meeting theirs, his face a mask of resentment. Once the meal was over, Kyle took Yennefer's hand and led her back to their bedroom, their destination clear.

The candles flickered as they entered, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Yennefer's heart raced with excitement as she hear Kyle announce his next game, "Yenn, come here, sit on my cock, I want to watch you beat that pathetic cuck's balls every time you feel really good from my cock!". She straddled him eagerly, his thick, hard length sliding into her wet pussy. Geralt was **** to crawl over, the metal cage around his cock and balls already showing signs of his desperation.

With every deep thrust Kyle made into her, Yennefer couldn't help but smirk down at Geralt. She reached out with her leg and began to tap his caged balls with her foot, the sound echoing through the room. "Of fuck, you know I love a good slow-start," Kyle grunted, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. She smiled and her next smack was harder, making witcher whimper through gritted teeth. "Fuck, that's it," Kyle encouraged, his voice growing more excited. "Show me how much you love making him suffer."

Yennefer leaned back, her breasts bouncing with every deep penetration. Her hand reached down to caress her clit as she began to beat Geralt's caged cock in time with Kyle's strokes. The rhythm grew faster, the sound of her slaps syncing with the slap of their bodies coming together. "Of fuck, Geralt!" she moaned, her eyes glazed with lust. "I should made you into a cuck since the first day I met you!"

Geralt's face was a mask of agony and arousal, his eyes flicking up to meet hers. "Please, Yen, don't," he whined, his voice cracking.

"Don't what?" she panted, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Don't enjoy this? Don't get off on another man's cock while you're stuck here, unable to do anything about it?"

Kyle chuckled, his grip tightening on her waist. "Look at him, begging like a bitch," he said, his voice low and filled with contempt. "It's a good thing you're caged up, wolfie. You'd only make a mess."

Yennifer's cruel laughter filled the air as she ground herself down on Kyle's cock, the slick sound of their fucking joining the symphony of their shared pleasure. Her hand danced over her clit, the tender flesh swollen and begging for release, while her other leg swung back and forth, delivering stinging slaps to Geralt's caged manhood. Each impact sent a jolt of pain through him, his whimpers mingling with the wet smacks of her pussy around Kyle's girth.

"Please, Yen," Geralt's voice was strained, his eyes pleading as they met hers in the mirror. "I can't take it."

"Good," she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction. "You shouldn't get to enjoy this. You're just here to watch."

Kyle's grip on her hips grew tighter, his thrusts more urgent. He was close, she could feel it. His cock swelled within her, the head hitting her g-spot with every deep plunge. Her orgasm crested, her body tightening around him as she screamed out his name. The sound sent him over the edge, and he came deep inside her, his warm seed filling her up.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies a tangled mess of limbs and sweat. Yennifer leaned back into Kyle's embrace, her chest heaving with the aftermath of her climax. She gently held his softening cock, her thumb playing with the sensitive head. The room was quiet now, save for their heavy breaths and the crackle of the fireplace. Kyle's hand traced lazy patterns on her ass, his breath warm on her neck as he slowly drifted to sleep.