Doesn't Feel Like It

Artur Awoke Still Firmly Buried Inside Yennefer's Cunt With Cerys and Ciri On His Sides. "Morning Handsome, Enjoy You Sleep?" Asks Yennefer As She Pushes Herself Up and Down On His Cock. "I Am So Dead." Says Artur As He Remembers The Previous Night...............................

Artur, Yennefer, Ciri, and Cerys Had Gotten Out Of Bed, and Dressed, Though That Was Difficult When Yennefer Kept Giving Him A Handjob. Regardless It Was Morning and Cerys Had To Return To Kaer Trolde. Which Was How It Came To Be That She Had Been Seen Off, and Yennefer and Ciri Were On Both Sides Of Arturs Arms, To The Isle Folk A Man Who Could Look After His Woman Was A Good One, But One Who Could Look After Two Was A Great One. Artur Had Already Arranged For The First Great Annual Hunt Amongst His People, A Time When The Villagers Tested Their Mettle Against That Of The Local Witchers, By Hunting Beasts and Game. The Jarl Would Then Appoint The Two Best Among The Witchers and The Local Hunters To Compete For The Best Hunter For A Year, Which Would Be Competed For The Following Year.

Regardless, Artur Had To Deal With The Fallout Of The Previous Night, Three Women In His Bed, One Of Whom Was Skellige's Sovereign Queen. This Pretty Much Confirmed Their Jarl Was In A Relationship With The Queen Of Skellige, A Potential Problem In The Future, But Not One Right Now. Artur Felt The Cool Skellige Wind On His Cheek, He Felt Ciri and Yen's Hot Breath On His Neck, The Feeling Was Arousing To Say The Least.

Artur Was Sharpening His Knives Alongside Letho and Lambert, They Were Preparing For A Hunt With The Other Jarls, Chief Amongst Them Jarl Uldaryk and Jarl Donar, Who Had Come To Undvikk To See What Progress Artur Had Made. The Hunt Was To Symbolise The New Bonds Between The Clans......