Gwent Play – Chapter 1

Chapter 1 – “Rural Yennefer”

Inn at the Crossroads, Velen – Nightfall

“Explain to me one more time why do we have to stay in some forgotten-by-God pisshole, instead of spending the night in the castle of the nation that has already gone beyond just lighting a wooden rod, and sticking it in the wall?” Yennefer asked irritated, looking around the place.

“Can’t you speak a bit more quietly?” Geralt asked, glancing at the Temerian soldiers, sitting a few tables away from them. “And you know why, I hate teleports, I don’t trust them, and we can’t risk getting through the swamp at night, even with me.”

“Simple-minded superstition, so unfitting cosmopolitan witcher such as yourself. Besides, my teleports are safe.”

“I heard a similar assertion from a wizard during my stay at Rissberg, fella was doing a demonstration of a new formula, much, much safer than the previous one, and tested, obviously. For such a breakthrough he set himself a rather simple task, to teleport himself from one point of the hall to the other. He incanted, even explained the theory, and proud as a peacock entered his glowing circle. To be fair, the other teleport opened exactly where he anticipated, but what it spitted out was just a bloody leg, followed by a small creature, something even I didn’t recognize. Looked like a mixture of Nekker and Rotfiend I suppose.”

Yennefer snorted.

“Very enlightening story, thank you, does it have any moral?”

“Yes, the crowd of wizards captured the creature, fascinated about the new discovery, and the wizard didn't even get a funeral,” Geralt said, unable not to smile.

“Tactless as always, but I’m not a fool who can’t even get around the spheres,” she said dismissively.

Geralt seemed not impressed by her reasoning, looking at the bar.

“Geralt, I will not survive another evening of looking at drunk farmers and soldiers, followed by a night on a prickly bed with stains. Look at me, it will ruin my clothes,” Yennefer kept grumbling, showing her usual black-white attire.

Used to her tone when she wanted something, Geralt just ignored her, sweeping the room with his eyesight, when suddenly...

“There is really no reason for you to-”

“Fine, let’s bet, if you win we leave just now and teleport to the damn castle,” Geralt interrupted her.

“Bet? Bet on what? Horses? Coin flip? I don’t see too many options in this shithole.”

Geralt smiled slightly with the corners of his mouth and nodded his head at Temerian soldiers shouting to each other over who was cheating.

“You gotta be kidding... Gwent? 10th-century dwarfs played more sophisticated games...” she said with disbelief.

“It’s okay if you’re scared of losing, no need to blame the game,” Geralt said spreading his arms.

Yennefer’s eyes flashed with a magical purple glow, intensifying the color of her murderous glare.

“Take your deck out,” she said snapping her fingers, a pile of Nilfgardian cards appeared in her hand.

“Not so fast, what if I win?”

“Right, like that gonna happen. Well? What do you want?” She snorted.

“Since we’re going to spend a night on a 'prickly bed' in this 'pisshole', it would be nice to spend it together, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” Yennefer waved her hand carelessly. Her cards were now flying mid-air in front of her, framed with light-purple glowing magic.

“You mind playing with your hands, Yen?” Geralt asked, looking eloquently at the bunch of thugs staring at levitating cards.

“I don’t care about some peasants, they can look, besides, Nilfgardian garrison is a few miles from us, it’s not the North anymore, and they will not dare to lift a finger. Better stop grumbling, and let’s play.”

“Very well. A Nilfgardian deck, huh? How predictable for you to play spies and tactic cards,”  Geralt thought, taking out from one of his breast pockets a Monster deck of cards, the best counter to her poison.

“Let’s play.”

15 minutes later

“TEDIOUS GAME!” Yennefer threw her remaining cards against the table, as she lost the third, final round.

Geralt smiled almost unnoticeably, he didn’t want to give her any clues about what just happened. The truth is the game lasted so long because he allowed it. Yennefer’s cards were amazing, some so rare even Geralt didn’t have them. But it was like giving Geralt’s sword to a nine-year-old boy, he just wouldn’t be able to use it effectively.

Geralt acted like it was a pretty tight game, he felt the hunger to win something far more precious than her pussy today, her pride.

“Don’t be a sore loser Yen, it was close,” Geralt used one of his kind smiles.

“I demand a rematch,” she hissed, frowning.

“I don’t know... I already have my prize, and I would much rather go and consume it just now.”

“Blowjob.”

“What?”

“If you win I will blow you dry. Happy?”

The truth is, Yennefer agreed to the previous bet so easily because it was a win-win situation for her since she didn't get laid in months. She would either spend the night in a warm castle or in the arms of a great lover. But even when they were together, she would hardly do such a thing, being one of the most powerful, proud sorceress.

“I got a better idea. If you lose, I can do whatever I want with you for the rest of the night.”

“What?” A purple lightning just sparkled around her hand.

“If I win, you become mine for tonight, like a pet,” said Geralt, glad the mutations took away his emotions, the ice he just stepped on was something unexplored in human history.

Yennefer got so upset hearing the word, she gritted her teeth.

“Very well,” she answered with a devilish smile after a moment, like she solved the problem. “But if I win, you will not get with any other women for a year after tonight.”

Geralt gulped loudly. ‘A night with Yennefer against a year without women,’ Geralt quickly did the math in his head.

“Deal. Let’s play,” he said after a moment, shuffling his cards.

9 minutes later

“YOU SON OF A BITCH, THERE'S NO WAY YOU HAD THAT KAYRAN ALL THIS TIME IN YOUR HAND!” Yennefer yelled as they left the inn.

Luckily it wasn’t one of those cold nights, but the ground was all drenched, as it was raining earlier on, just as Geralt anticipated.

“I demand a rematch! Where are you dragging me!?” She kept shouting as Geralt hold her arm and harshly lead her behind the inn, hoping over a wooden fence.

“Shut up,” he growled in his low voice, letting her go as he carried her over the fence with one hand. Yennefer staggered due to the impact, and the fact she was now in heeled shoes on an ocean of mud. She got so angry she didn’t know what to insult first, Geralt or the state of the ground.

“You had your shot, now get on your knees, sore loser.”

“You got to be out of your mind if you think I am going to lower myself of serving you outdoors, in filth like this.”

Geralt knew she would honor her word, she was that kind of person in the end. All he had to do is show her he wasn't fooling around.

His moves were fast, much faster than she could predict, before she realized what happened Grealt grabbed her and hang over the wooden fence, with her stylish black skirt sticking out.

“Geralt!-”

A loud slap landed on her right chick.

“OUCH! Wha-”

*SMACK*

“You’re my fucking pet now, understood?”

“Fu-”

*SMACK*

Geralt kept sending his hand in motion, not caring about what the sorceress was saying anymore, just enjoying the softness of her bum.

Yennefer tried to protest a couple more times, but stopped, seeing it wasn't giving any results. The truth is she didn’t expect such rough treatment from Geralt, he used to show some of his primal side in bed, but never like this. ‘What is happening to me?' She asked herself as a familiar, warm sensation started to rise between her legs.

Suddenly, she got grabbed by her neck like a cat and thrown back, landing in the mud with a splash sound on her bum, covered in a dress that probably cost more than the monthly income of the whole place.

Yennefer gasped, feeling the fiber of her underwear absorbing the cold wet water from the ground. Right after, she felt a firm, brutal grasp in her hair that lifted her up on her knees. She was on her knees in some village between nowhere, with her butt and legs greased with some muck, about to be fucked like some back-alley whore for 20 orens? Her? Yennefer of Vengerberg, once a member of the Lodge of Sorceresses, and the new court sorceress of Nilfgaard? No. A promise is a promise, but she deserved some dignity.

“I!-” She said looking up at her oppressor, but stopped, seeing just his fully ready length, inches from her face, and glowing yellow eyes. ‘Gosh witchers are fast,’ she thought.

“Words are superfluous, whore,” Geralt growled, and lead her head against his cock, driving the shaft under her nose, laying it straight on her face, and tapping her all over with the tip.

“That’s right, right now you’re a whore, so start acting like one.”

With these words he spat on her face, let her go, and backed a few feats to lean against the fence, waiting to be served with his hands crossed.

“Crawl here and suck this dick. Now.”

At this point Yennefer lost it, something always telling her to be the cold, tenacious woman Tissaia taught her to be, broke. With her cold-wet soaked clothes and the warm spit on her face, she allowed herself to let go and enjoy the pleasure of being decided from. Dominated.

She fell on her hands and started to go on four, intentionally shaking her ass each time she changed her hand. When she arrived at the destination, Geralt lean his hands on the fence and pushed his hips a bit forward. Yennefer got on her knees again, but this time with a smile, and gave the shaft a loving kiss. Soon after, her warm lips got joined by her hot tongue, and the whole cock started to be getting properly worshipped with lustful licks, little sucks, and clucks all along its length. Her new performance got quickly accompanied by her hand caressing Geralt’s swollen balls, teasing the most sensible parts with delicate moves. She was now doing the very thing she said she ‘would never do’ moments ago, showing the devotion and eagerness that would put many actual prostitutes to shame.

As she was enjoying the foreplay, she felt a cold drop on her forehead and frowned instinctively only to realize it was starting to rain.

“It’s getting cold, I said suck it, you dirty slut,” Geralt said with spite in his voice and grabbed her head, this time with both of his hands. Yennefer gasped, surprised, but obediently opened her mouth. Half of his hard-rock cock got pushed into her, and seeing she was on the board, he backed way back and made a powerful thrust, feeling the back wall of her throat with the tip of his cock.

Unused to such violent treatment, Yennefer started to gag and gasp for air, but that didn’t stop The White Wolf, who kept deepthroating her mercilessly.

*GULP GULP GULP*

She started to make short, high-pitched noises each time her mouth got hammered.

“FUCK, that’s good!” Geralt screamed, overwhelmed by the experience. “Look at me!”

Yennefer looked up with her dark-violet eyes, and the eyeliner completely ruined, dripping down her chicks. Geralt wasn’t sure if it was because of her tears or the rain that started drizzling properly, but the view only drove him closer to the edge.

“I should’ve done it a long time ago. I’m close, with both your hands, now,” Geralt growled the command and backed his hands on the fence again.

Yennefer released the dick from her mouth, but just for a moment, as she gathered all the heavy mixture of her saliva and spit on the dick, causing bubbles to pop. Right after, she grabbed the shaft and with quick slides of both of her tiny hands, she started coating Geralt’s 3rd sword in her special oil.

Satisfied with her job, she put the cock back in her mouth, bobbing her head devotionally, harmonizing her moves with the strokes. Nasty sounds of Yennefer swallowing her lover’s cock kept filling the yard. Her sloppy blowjob, causing spit to drip around on her chest, hands, and the ground, couldn’t leave Geralt without response for too long.

“Don’t fucking you dare to waste a drop,” Geralt hissed through his clenched jaw, as he released the whole load in her mouth for the first time in his life, as she wouldn't allow him to finish in her mouth even in the prime of their relationship.

Hearing that, Yen backed from his cock, focusing on the glance, swirling her tongue, and sucking powerfully, like she was trying to literally suck out all of Geralt’s balls' contents. And she did not stop, even after the last spasms of hot, thick cum painted the insides of her mouth.

Just when she felt Geralt’s legs stop trembling, she let him go and opened her mouth, showing him his doing. A thin white line run down from the corner of her lips, splashing on her distinctive dark star necklace.

“Wasteful bitch,” he growled dangerously, and grabbed her by her soaked hair, pulling her up and pushing her over the wooden fence.

Yennefer quickly swallowed the salty content of her mouth, and asked the question. “What, are you doing? You just ca-” she stopped, feeling her dress being pulled up, and her underwear dropped to the knees level. Before she could say anything more, Geralt’s still hard cock got placed against her entrance, and without any warning, he sank it into her damp pussy. The cold rain intensified, while the dick was digging deeper and deeper, fighting against her tightening walls.

“FUCK THA-” Yennefer wanted to scream, as she threw her head back, but stopped, spotting a movement around the corner of the building.

“Geralt... GERALT! I think we’re being watched,” she gasped worriedly, having trouble talking.

“I know. They’ve been there almost the entire time. 'I don’t care about some peasants, they can look,' that’s your words,” Geralt said, quickening his pace.

“Hey you! Come here for a better view!,” Geralt yelled, and 3 thugs came from around the buildings with their dicks already in their hands.

“THAT’S NOT WHAT I ME-EEAANT!” Yen wanted to complain, but got brutally grabbed by her arms, and with one firm move, her stylish top got pulled down. Her prudent nipples from both the excitement and the cold rain, got released, jumping along her tits every time Geralt threw his hips.

“GET OUT OF HERE LOWLIFES! UGH... UHGN... LOOK AWAY PRICKS!” Yennefer kept releasing insults between her moans and sighs. Not that they really cared, actually, one of them came, when she called him a 'scumbag', spraying the dirt with his semen.

Meanwhile, Geralt doubled his efforts, pounding her now aggressively. And as the high-ratio, skin-on-skin sounds were filling the yard, the fence of questionable quality started to shudder now with each thrust.

All of that managed to drive Yen very close to the edge, as her lover's bat was rubbing places in her that haven't been touched in a very long time.

“NYUUH! YES! HARDER! FUCK! ME! HARDER!” She squealed, not minding the douchebags that she would blind in the past just for looking at her in an inappropriate way, not minding the mud, and stabbing cold all over her body, abandoning the remains of her pride and dignity of the sorceress, or even women.

“YeeEEESS! RIGHT THeEERE!” Yennefer screamed at the top of her lungs, reaching the strongest climax she has ever experienced.

Feeling the muscles of her hot pussy clenching around his raging cock, Geralt felt the time has came also for him, and within seconds he released a big dose of his cum, letting her arms go at the time. This created a dynamic force that drove Yen forward, breaking the planks of the fence. The sorceress flew forward, unable to restrain the fall with her hands, landing in the mud with her face, and ass sticking out, with a snow-white river flowing out of her cunt.

Exhausted, both physically and mentally she stayed on the ground, panting in shock, trying to figure out how a simple game that was to kill the boredom, led her to that moment.

Geralt on the other hand started simply laughing, amused by the prose of the situation.

‘God I love Gwent,’ he thought.