Chapter 2

The quite evening of Toussaint was shattered by the lewd sounds coming from Yennifer. Her mouth had been claimed by Kyle’s cock. Her throat was stretched wide as he pumped into her mouth, his thick shaft sliding in and out with a wet, sloppy sound that filled the room.

Kyle’s grip on her hair tightened, pulling her head back and forth, forcing her to take more of him in with each thrust. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes wide as she gagged around his girth, her saliva dripping down her chin and onto her breasts.

“Take it all, slut!” Kyle’s voice was a gruff, animalistic growl as he watched her eyes water and her throat bob with each movement. Her tongue danced around his cock, her cheeks hollowing with each suck, her teeth grazing him just enough to make him wince in a mix of pleasure and pain. She was doing her best to please him, her body moving on its own accord as she swallowed his length, the sound of her throat gagging sending shockwaves of pleasure through him.

He could feel his orgasm building, his hips bucking, his cock swelling in her mouth. His breathing grew ragged, his eyes narrowed with focus as he watched her, his mind filled with images of all the things he was going to make her do. “You’re going to do everything to please me, aren’t you?”

Yennefer nodded, her eyes never leaving his, her cheeks wet with tears and saliva. With a final, powerful thrust, Kyle released his load into her mouth, filling her with his cum. She choked and gagged, her eyes wide yet never leaving his. He pulled out, watching her throat constrict as she kept his white gooey mess from spilling out.

“Good girl," he murmured, stroking her cheek with a finger. “Open you mouth."

Without a hint of resistance, Yennefer obeyed, her mouth gaping open as she tried to breathe through her nose. Her eyes watered as she held his cum in her mouth, her tongue flicking over her teeth, making Kyle smirk. Suddenly, she started gurgling, the cum overflowing and spilling out the corners of her mouth, running down her chin and neck, pooling on her chest. He watched, fascinated by the sight of her struggling to contain his seed.

"Swallow," Kyle demanded, his voice a deep, commanding growl that seemed to resonate through her very bones. And with an eager nod, she did—his cum sliding down her throat with a gulp that was almost obscene in its enthusiasm.

"Do you like this slutty witch," Her words were almost muffled as she leaned in to clean his cock with her mouth, her tongue tracing the length of him as she licked off the remnants of his cum. "I know you like a cum-hungry whore."

Kyle's eyes never left hers, his smile growing wider as he watched her worship his cock. "Yes, I do," he said, his voice a low purr of satisfaction. "But it's not fun to **** a stupid bitch, you know? It is more fun when you act all high and mighty, then you get on your knees for me. So, I'll give you a chance to prove yourself."

He leaned back, his cock slipping from her mouth with an obscene pop. "Geralt gonna be back soon," he said, his eyes gleaming. "Let's see what the great Witcher thinks of his precious witch being used like this."

Yennefer's eyes widened, but she didn’t hesitate. She knew what Kyle wanted, what he was going to make her do next. "We can meet him at the door," she murmured, her voice still thick with the aftermath of his control, "I'll make sure he enjoys the...welcome home party."

Kyle followed her naked ass to the door of the mansion, the sound of her bare feet against the cold marble floor echoing through the halls. Finally they reached the porch where a pair of comfy chairs sat, overlooking the serene countryside of Toussaint. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the rolling hills.

"Hop on," he ordered, his voice thick with lust. Yennifer, once a proud and powerful witch, now complied with a smile and a nod, straddling the chair with a grace that seemed almost rehearsed. Her white knees now hugged Kyle's waist, her legs spread wide open as if welcoming him into her sacred temple of pleasure. She leaned forward, pushing her breasts into Kyle's face as he sat down, his erection standing tall and proud, begging for attention.

"Do it Kyle, make me scream your name, instead of that witcher!", she whispered, her voice dripping with anticipation.

He smirked, his hand reaching out to cup one of her small, pert breasts, feeling the weight of it in his palm. His thumb flicked her nipple, and she gasped, arching her back. "You want it, don't you?"

"Yes, oh yes, I want it," she moaned, her hips already rocking against him, her pussy wet and eager. "And you want it, you want to show that pitiful hubby of mine how much better you are than him." Her mouth was so close to his ears that her breath tickled his neck, sending a shiver down his spine.

Without waiting for his response, Yennefer lowered herself onto his cock, her tight pussy engulfing him in a warm, wet embrace. She sat down with a satisfied groan, taking him all the way to the hilt, her cheeks flushing with arousal. He could feel her muscles clench around him, trying to pull him in deeper, as if she wanted to swallow him whole.

"Of my HEAVENS! You ARE better," she exclaimed as she started to ride him with a passion that could be heard by the birds in the distant woods. Her pussy, now fully lubricated, took his length with surprising ease, her tight walls stretching and contracting around him like a velvet vice.

Kyle's hands gripped the chair, knuckles white, as Yennefer's hips moved in a hypnotic rhythm, riding him like a woman possessed. The sight of her, the feel of her, was almost too much. Her tits bounced in his face, and he couldn’t resist the urge to lean forward and suck one into his mouth, teasing the nipple with his teeth as she moaned louder.

And then, the sound of horse hooves.

Geralt's silhouette appeared on the horizon, growing closer with each beat of the animal's hooves. Kyle's smirk grew wider. "Looks like the witcher's home early," he murmured against Yennefer's skin. She didn’t stop, just leaned back, her eyes meeting Kyle's with a mix of mischief and excitement.

The gate to the mansion creaked open, and the sound of the horse grew louder. Yennefer's eyes widened as Geralt's furious figure appeared in the doorway. His eyes took in the scene—his wife, his Yennefer, naked and impaled on the cock of this smug, fat fuck who teleported into his home couple of hours ago. His fists clenched, his body tight with rage.

"You fuck!" Geralt's roar was deafening, his eyes alight with a fury that could melt steel. "Prepare to die!"

But Yennefer didn’t care. She still moved up and down on Kyle’s cock, making her moans even lewder to taunt Geralt. Kyle chuckled, the sound deep and satisfied, as he watched the Witcher’s rage boil over.

Geralt stormed towards them, sword drawn, eyes blazing with the fire of a thousand suns. But with a flick of Kyle’s wrist, the blade slipped from his grip, clattering to the ground. "You think that piece of steel is going to save you?" Kyle sneered, his cock still buried deep in Yennefer’s cunt. "You’re nothing but a toy to me, Witcher."

Geralt’s body jerked, his eyes glazed over as Kyle’s mind control took hold. "Drop your sword," Kyle ordered, his voice like a whip cracking in the still air. Geralt’s hand opened and his sword clattered to the ground. "Now, sit down and watch your precious witch get fucked like the whore she is."

Geralt’s legs wobbled as he complied, his eyes never leaving Yennefer’s face. She looked back at him, and he saw nothing but amusement and lust. "You are so good Kyle, show who is the boss here! Make me cum, and make him watch!"

The rage inside Geralt was like a beast, fighting to break free from its cage. But with each of Kyle’s thrusts into Yennefer, he felt weaker, more pathetic. His hand hovered over his head, as if trying to resist the unseen **** that compelled him.

"Now, now, Witcher," Kyle chuckled, "no need to be shy. Get closer. I want you to see just how much your woman enjoys being fucked by a real man."

Geralt's eyes darted to Yennefer's face, searching for any hint of the woman he knew beneath the haze of Kyle's control. But all he found was a hungry smile, her teeth bared like a wild animal in heat. He took a step forward, his legs moving of their own accord, drawn by the spell that held him captive.

"Good boy," Kyle taunted, his hips thrusting upward to meet Yennefer's eager descent. "Now, on your knees! Kiss her feet while she rides me. Show her how pathetic you are."

The rage in Geralt's eyes flickered, but the fight drained from him like air from a punctured bladder. With trembling legs, he dropped to his knees, the weight of his defeat heavy upon him. He reached out, his hand shaking as it hovered over Yennifer's foot. The irony wasn’t lost on Kyle, who watched with a wicked smirk as the mighty Witcher kissed the ground she walked on.

Yennifer’s voice was a siren’s song, a sweet whisper that seemed to dance in the air, "See how much I enjoy it, darling?" she cooed, her hips never missing a beat as they rode Kyle’s thick cock. Geralt's eyes, though clouded by the spell, searched hers, desperately trying to find the woman he loved, but only hearing her cruel laugh as his tongue first touched her toes.

"You never made me feel like this," she moaned, her body bouncing up and down, taking Kyle’s entire length with a loud mocking moan. "You, with your tiny, limp cock. Always so gentle, so... unsatisfying." Her words were like a whip cracking in the night, each one leaving a stinging trail across Geralt's pride, although he knew it was a lie.

"But Kyle," she breathed, leaning back to let him take her fully, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, "He's so... so much more." Her words were a sweet agony to Geralt's ears as he kissed her toes, his eyes never leaving hers, pleading for salvation.

"Oh, come now, Yen," Kyle said, his voice thick with pleasure, "You know Geralt can't compare. He's always been a bit... underwhelming, hasn't he?" He leaned back, watching her with a smug smile as she continued to ride him.

"Oh, underwhelming is such a fitting word," Her lips curled into a smirk as she leaned closer to Kyle's face making him fill her mouth with his tongue. "I mean, he never knew how to truly satisfy me," she whispered into Kyle’s ear, her voice a sweet, mocking symphony that sent shivers down Geralt’s spine.

Her hand reached down to cup Kyle’s heavy balls, gently massaging them as she increased her pace, her pussy squeezing around his shaft like a vice. "And soon enough you gonna paint my pussy with so much cum, that the pathetic mutant hasn't seeing in a life time. Oh, how I missed this, a real man who knows how to use his cock," she moaned, her voice dripping with scorn as she glanced down at her husband's desolate expression.

Geralt's cheeks burned with a mix of anger and embarrassment as his mouth was all around her soles, cleaning them with his tongue. "He is such a stupid lover, he has never figured out how much I love feet being cleaned with his pathetic tongue," Yennifer said directly to him, turning her head only to spit right into his face.

Kyle watched the whole scene with a sadistic smile, feeling his climax approaching, "You want this cum in you, don’t you?" He said, his voice thick with desire.

"Oh, yes," Yennifer's voice was a needy whine, her hips moving faster, her eyes glazed over with mindless lust. "Please, Sir, fill me up," she begged, her hands reaching behind her to grab his thighs, pushing him deeper into her.

"Fuck yeah," Kyle grunted, his own orgasm building. "You want me to cum in that tight little cunt?"

"Yes," she moaned, "I want to feel you fill me up like a whore I am."

"And what about him?" Kyle nodded towards the cuckolded Witcher. "What does he get to see?"

Yennifer giggled, "He gets to watch me be a good little slut for my master. He gets to see how much I love your cum."

Geralt felt his heart sink further as he heard the words that were once said to him in love, now being used to **** him. "You want to be a good cuck, don’t you?" She taunted him with a wink and a smirk. Her walls tightened around Kyle's cock, and she leaned back, her voice a needy whine. "Please Sir, fill me with your hot cum," she begged, her eyes rolling back in her head. "I want it so bad, please, please, give it to me."

Kyle's hand reached up to pinch her clit, his thumb rubbing the sensitive bud in circles as he watched her face contort with pleasure. "Beg for it," he whispered. "Beg me like the slut you are."

"Oh, please, please," she moaned, her voice rising in pitch. "Please cum in me. Make me your cum dumpster, your whore, your magic maid, whatever you want!"

With a roar, Kyle pulled out of her mouth and slammed into her pussy, his cock swollen and ready to burst. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, her orgasm building. "Now," he growled, and with a final, brutal thrust, he filled her with his cum, her pussy contracting around him, milking every last drop.

Yennifer threw her head back, her body arching as she came, her orgasm tearing through her like a storm. She felt his hot seed fill her, and it was all she needed to make her scream his name, her voice echoing through the halls of the mansion. Her pussy quivered around him, greedily taking every drop of his cum, her inner walls spasming in ecstasy.

"Fuck, yes," she gasped, her eyes squeezed shut, savoring the feeling of being used by Kyle. "So good...I'm your slut," she whispered, her breaths coming in ragged pants. "Your cum slut, and I will forever be your ****."