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The Witcher: Untamed Desires
🕑 Added 2023-09-15 17:02:09 +0000 UTCYet again Ciri found herself crawling through the smelly, suffocating hallways of an Elven Tomb dedicated to some Elf that died centuries ago. “Once I’m out of here, I’ll be taking a bath for a week”, Ciri muttered to herself as she brushed the dust and dirt from her clothing. Peering into the inky darkness, Ciri pushed deeper into the vast underground crypt.
But why was the young Witcher spelunking? That was a question she was asking herself over and over. As usual it was another contact that led to her being somewhere dark and cold. And this one was no exception. People were disappearing from the village of Mulbrydale. At first it was just the young folk. Other residents assumed that they were fleeing to the city for a better life. But then others started to go missing. One by one, person by person. The village was suffering and they needed help.
As with most god-fearing, back-water villages, the habitants assumed the worst- that a foul and evil monster had descended upon them as punishment for their wicked sins. When prayer fails, they turn to the next best thing - a Witcher.
And that is where Ciri entered into this horrid tale. Being hired to find the monster, slay it and, if possible and for a bonus reward - to find the villagers who had been taken in the dead of night.
The Witcher certainly had her work cut out for her on this one.
At first her investigation brought up nothing but cobwebs and small town gossip from the townsfolk. However, one old hag with a dead eye and hair as dry as her wrinkled skin said she saw a dark figure one night. Even with being blind in one eye, this woman was able to make out some distinct features of the shadowy figure.
“It had long arms with claws as long as you’s and I’s arm. Oh, and I saw a shimmer of its razor-sharp teeth in the moonlight I did. Tis a foul beast. Look after ye self, or elset you’ll end up like the rest.”
Based on the woman’s description, Ciri assumed she was either dealing with a Leshen or a Vampire of some kind. Leaning towards the latter she headed out to the spot where it was last seen and found tracks within the mud. With a solid lead at last, Ciri followed the footprints through the shrubs and bushes to find them abruptly stop.
Confused, Ciri wondered if the creature flew off, but thankfully found the entrance to an old tomb obscured by tall grass, weeds and thorns. If it wasn’t for the tracks leading her to this spot, she’d never have seen the entrance which was little more than a crack in the ground where the earth had broken through the stone ceiling.
The Witcher had little else to do than recount the events that brought her here as she crept through the inky black hallways of this maze-like tomb But, after what felt like an eternity, Ciri could hear the grunts and panting of something that was not human further down the corridor. Picking up her speed, Ciri dashed through a doorway to find light ahead of her - as well as her contract. However, it was not alone.
Ciri’s assumption was correct. Her elusive monster was a vampire, a large Katakan to be precise. However, it was not sleeping nor eating but had its cock buried deep in a middle-aged woman. Ciri guessed this was one of the missing village people. Creeping closer, Ciri could see that the woman’s eyes were glazed over, her skin soaked with sweat and a pool of cum was forming below her as the vampire shot another load into her vagina. Even in the limited light, Ciri could see and hear that the woman was in a state of ecstasy.
Ciri felt some urges stir from within, but had to push them aside to complete her task, regardless of the warmth growing between her legs. Drawing her sword, Ciri stepped cautiously through the final hallway and into the tomb itself. Both the Katakan and the woman hadn't noticed her approach.
A blinding light shot its way into the large room through a gaping hole in the ceiling. Rocks were scattered across the room and grass had begun to grow between the stone slabs on the floor. And standing right in the center of the room, was the towering monster, still oblivious to Ciri who could see that the beast’s cum was dripping down the woman’s legs and onto the ground in thick, white strands.
Something had finally caught the beast’s attention as, in the blink of an eye, it snapped its gaze to Ciri and let out a deafening shriek. Immune to the howl, Ciri braced herself for a fight. As the Vampire tossed the woman aside, her body sliding across the stone flooring, Ciri knew that she had to strike hard and fast
In the back of her mind, she remembered old Vesimir’s teachings. “Remember, child, that a monster will have more stamina than you’ll ever have. Best to hit them hard. Fast. Immobilise them and be ready for a killing blow before they can get their bearings.” Ciri knew what she had to do.
As the Katakan lunged at her, the Witcher waited until the last moment before pirouetting around the large, razor-sharp claws. In one, swift, elegant move, the Witcher had spun around behind the monster. Without giving it time to change direction, Ciri raised her sword high above her head - ready for the killing blow.
The Vampire turned around, only to have the sharp sliver come down and slash it across its neck Clutching at the wound, it crumbled to the ground, with Ciri quickly standing over it, the tip of her blade pressing against its bleeding neck. Before she could deliver the killing blow, the Vampire held out its hand - almost as if pleading for its life.
Suddenly the world turned black. Ciri felt a throbbing pain in her head, as if some force was going to rip it apart from within. Just as quickly as the pain appeared, it faded away and Ciri opened her eyes only to find herself in an empty void of nothingness. Looking down she realised that she was naked with the Katakan floating over her, its penis fully erect.
Ciri felt something in her mind encourage and urge her to place the fleshy penis in her mouth, and, without even a second thought, the Witcher found herself sucking on the Katakan’s cock. She could feel the claws on the back of her skill, pushing the cock deeper into her mouth. As the cum dripped and oozed from her mouth, Ciri found herself swallowing as much of the sticky substance as possible.
Without any sign, Ciri was back in the tomb, fully dressed. The Katakn was still lying on the ground. Somehow, Ciri knew what this beast wanted. Whatever spell or old power it used, allowed her and the Vampire to communicate on a level that mortals cannot. Although she could not gather just how long she was under its spell, she knew that this Vampire was a very old one - possibly being over a 1000 years old at this point.
Something had awoken it from its long slumber and it set out to satisfy its primal urges, to eat, drink and mate. Finding a nearby source of local women, the Vampire would lure them down into its makeshift home in the dead of night for them to fulfill his needs. Although Ciri wasn’t sure why, she made a deal with this monster. Unable to find it in her heart to slay such an intelligent and old creature, she proposed that she would give her body and in return he would leave this tomb and let the woman folk return to the village. The aging Vampire agreed as Ciri begun to unbuckle her belt, ready to give this beast the fuck of it’s long, long life.
