"I am not too late," Yennefer exhaled sharply as she saw Geralt alive, a wave of relief flooding through her body and untangling the knot of worry in her chest. He was squirming uncomfortably inside a giant cauldron, his hands tied behind his back, but he was very much alive, thank the Gods.

Always getting into tight spots like this one. What would she do with him?

She took a careful look around, using her magic to peer behind corners and into the depths of the cavern. Not good at all: she expected three rock trolls at most, but there were over a dozen here, most of them hungrily circling round the big pot. To make matters worse, the walls of the cave were lined with dimeritium, not much, but enough to throw her magic off balance. She would only be able to cast the simplest of spells.

A slow fire burned beneath the cauldron. Two trolls stood beside it, casually throwing broken sticks of wood into the dancing flames. She would have to act soon.

What could she do?

She had spent the day racing through the mountains of Skellige, using her magic to tease out faded tracks until she had finally traced him here. The winter snows and the harsh island winds chilled her to the bone. If she were any less exhausted she might have considered adapting her spells to the dimeritium and charging into battle; but, as things stood, she was sure this would only lead to defeat.


Yennefer thought back to her final year at the magical academy of Aretuza when she had been forced to take a meandering and largely useless course in geology. You would expect rock trolls to have stone cocks, hard, jagged, uneven. You would be wrong, she remembered. The loins of a rock troll are made of a mixture of azurite and stalacite, substances with magical properties, and their mixture is smooth, bendable. The penis of a rock troll is softer than rock, though naturally larger and harder than a human penis.

Much larger.

The trolls began throwing sacks of potatoes into the pot and Geralt dodged to avoid them. She heard them growl with pleasure, likely in anticipation of the stew they were soon to partake. There was no time to lose.

She walked straight into the cave, letting her heels clack against the floor and alerting the trolls to her presence. The air filled with the frantic sounds of stone scraping upon stone as the monsters roused themselves in her direction.

She walked steadily until she was within their line of sight, then paused and snapped her fingers. Her dress disappeared. She resumed walking towards them, now wearing only her high-heels and her semi-transparent black lingerie.

The trolls stopped, surprised, and Geralt looked at her dumbfounded out of the cauldron.

"I come to talk," she said, making her voice resonate off the cave walls with magic. "Put out the fire and we'll negotiate."

It took a long time to agree on a bargain, largely because she had a hard time understanding what they said and everything had to be repeated many times. But, in the end, they struck a deal. She would take on only six of them, and, in exchange, they would let her depart with their prisoner. When Geralt had understood what it was she was offering, he began to howl with anger and she had to cast a silencing spell in his direction.

She had hoped they could at least do it out of Geralt's sight but they insisted on taking her in front of the big pot. She sighed. Geralt would understand. Eventually.

She snapped her fingers and her lingerie disappeared. The trolls insisted she keep on her high heels. Geralt was turning deep shades of red in the now-tepid cauldron as he watched her lower herself onto the floor and rest on her hands and knees, her naked ass thrusting out provocatively.

It was agreed they would mount her from the rear.

"Titties nice nice round," mumbled the first one as he guided his stone cock into her. She could only groan in response as it filled her up.

Holy Melitele, it was enormous.

To say it was bigger than any human cock was an understatement. The thing filled her up in ways she never imagined possible. It hurt a little at first, but the pain soon turned to pleasure as the stone rod seemingly pressed into her in every direction. The troll began to grunt as it thrust in and out of her.

Against her own will, she found herself matching its movements.

She closed her eyes. She didn't care to see what Geralt's face looked like right now.

Fortunately, the troll did not last long, spewing its juice inside her in less than a minute. Moments later, it was replaced by the next one.

Once again, a giant cock began thrusting into of her. She couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure. This cock was even bigger than the last one. The troll cackled when it saw she seemed to be enjoying it.

"Magy-woman whore," it said.

"Yes," she replied, lost in the deliciousness of being taken by this monster, "yes, I am a whore."

After only a few more thrusts she felt herself coming close to orgasm. She opened her eyes and mouthed an "I'm sorry" to Geralt as she felt herself in the throes of it.

It might have been the biggest orgasm she had ever had. She felt herself shake, seemingly without end, and the screams that came from her lips seemed as if they might have come from someone else. Her body spasmed as she lost herself in waves of pleasure.

She felt liquid seeping out of her. It seems she had squirted. She had never done that before.

When it subsided, when she stopped shaking and her screams had quieted into lustful moans, a change had already occurred and the next troll had taken its place.

She felt dreadfully ashamed now, ashamed of being unable to resist orgasming at the hands of these brutes, of finding the experience so arousing. Above all, she was mortified to have Geralt here to witness it all. Despite all this -- or maybe because of it -- she felt herself growing excited once again as the next monster plowed its cock into her.

The next half-hour was a blur. The last four trolls took longer to climax and she lost count of how many times she came, how much she had squirted all over the cocks that filled her up one after the other.

When it was finally over, she found herself lying on the ground, naked, unable to muster the strength to rise. She felt Geralt - presumably freed now - take her in his hands and carry her outside. She drifted off to sleep in his arms.

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She awoke back in Kaer Morhan, naked in her room at the top of the tower. The trolls' semen was still inside of her and she felt it slowly oozing out of her cunt. Geralt was reclining on the floor beside her. She noticed with surprise he was slowly rubbing his cock with his hands.

"You dirty slut," he said when he saw her coming awake. Her silencing spell seems to have worn off.

He rose and moved to the foot of the bed, pulling her legs apart and guiding his cock into her.

"Darling," she said gently, "I had to. The dimeritium..."

She was very stretched out now and Geralt slid inside her with ease.

"I know," he said as he thrust into her.

"I had to save you."

"I know."

The trolls' semen had made her cunt slippery and he was able to slide in and out of her very quickly.

"Do you still love me?"

The witcher grunted as he kept on thrusting.

"More than anything, Yen."

She moved her legs to wrap around him and brought her face close to his own. She noticed now how hard he was, the frantic speed with which he was pumping in and out of her.

"You dirty boy," she said with a smile. "You enjoyed watching that a little bit, didn't you?"

He gave no answer and only thrust harder in response.

"Do you forgive me?"

"Yes, Yen," he groaned just as he was starting to shoot inside of her, "I forgive you."

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They spoke not a word more about it. It hung in the air between them but neither had wanted to discuss it any further, and, really, what else was there to say?

And so everything had gone on just as before.

They spent the next spring renting out the top floor of an inn on the eastern side of Oxenfurt. Yennefer wanted to learn more about some of the magical developments coming out of the academy and Geralt occupied himself by taking on contracts in the neighboring villages.

One evening he came back to the inn in a huff.

"You remember the contract notice from Carsten?”

“I think so,” Yennefer said absent-mindedly as she leafed through an ancient tome she had quietly smuggled out of the academy earlier that day. “Carsten -- where is that?”

“An afternoon’s journey north of here. Turns out the villagers are about to go to war with a group of trolls in the hills nearby and thought they could hire me to fight on their side.”

“Hmmm,” Yennefer said she turned the page.

“The trolls refuse to move out of their cave and the villagers insist on using the underground lake within the troll’s cavern to water their crops. Neither side shows any sign of compromising."

"I'm sorry, darling," she said. "But it sounds quite outside the scope of a witcher's contract."

"Yes," he said. "All the same, there may be a way to avoid bloodshed."

"Oh?"

"You see," his voice turned tentative now, "the trolls would move out of their cave if offered some incentives."

She closed her book sharply.

"And what sort of incentives did you have in mind?"

"Come on, Yen. You know what I mean. You enjoyed it plenty last time."

She looked at him with rage before turning away. How could he suggest something like that?

All the same, she found herself growing wet at the memory of her ravishment. She remembered the delicious feeling of enormous cock pounding into her, using her without any concern for her pleasure. She bit her lip.

"I see," she said icily. "Well, how many of them are there?"

"Ten. I figured that, since you were able to handle six last time, you could take on a few more. Besides, the trolls here seem a little smaller than the ones you…” -- he searched for the right word -- “bargained with. "

"And what would your role be in all this, exactly?"

"Well..."

Geralt seemed a little sheepish. It was endearingly out of character.

"They agreed I could be there. To watch."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Come on, Yen. It’s for a good cause."

"You really are the last resort here," he added quickly. "I asked around the village and none of the girls would even consider it."

Yennefer looked out the window, uncertain how she felt about it all. She supposed she could choose to be angry at Geralt or she could choose to take take it in stride.

She imagined herself used by monsters again, her cunt filled to the brim with stone cocks. Her underpants were positively drenched now. It felt wrong to enjoy the thought of her ravishment as much as she did, but she simply couldn't help herself. She looked back at Geralt with a mischievous smile.

"Well - all I can say is that, this time, I want a proper bed."