Witcher - Seeking the Djinn - Sex Stories

Witcher - Seeking the Djinn

... reduced to a mere whimper as he pleaded for his life.

Yennefer's lips curled into a victorious smile, savoring the taste of her triumph. Tendrils of smoke gripped him as he found himself overwhelmed by her magical charm. “Mayor, you disgust me! Let’s share my disgust with your townspeople.” She whispered a command in his ear and he promptly left but before he could go she asked, “And when you are done, bring me back some fresh apple juice!” She smiled at the ludicrous request.

“Yes master,” he replied, immediately leaving with lustful intent.

In that chamber, Yennefer stood as the embodiment of power and retribution. She had turned the tables on those who sought to manipulate her, and now she reveled in the sweet taste of her victory.

The mayor grabbed his robe and slippers and wore them on his way to the stables. As he approached, the stable boy scrambling to attention, did as he was told and captured a nanny, a female goat. He tied a hemp rope around the goat's neck and handed the mayor the rope. The mayor's eyes appeared glazed over as if his thoughts were elsewhere. The mayor pets the goat, his hands gliding over her wiry fur calming it as he guided the animal from the stables to the town square. The boy shrugged assuming the mayor had a debt to repay.

As the mayor arrived at the town square, he walked the goat to a center fountain where it stopped to take a drink. The mayor's silk slippers, now ripped and tattered from the long rough walk, seemed just as ...

... out of place as he did drawing the eyes of the townsfolk who whispered at the odd sight.

The mayor of Rinde moved behind the goat, his hands gripping her boney hips like the reigns of a horse. The mayor’s eyes closed as his hips began to rock back and forth. The murmurs of the townsfolk increased, confusion setting in stopping the day's business. As his movements become more forceful the robe fell off of his shoulders, opening up wide for all the see. The sizeable fat rapist, his belly round and jiggling with his body's rapid movements, was fucking the nanny. The goat's call, a loud “baa”, sounded as an alarm drawing more and more people to watch this unholy beastiality.

The goat bucked backward into him, trying to prevent it from falling into the fountain water. His tool pierced her fur covering, found her lubricated vulva, and thrust over and over into her. His moans of pleasure were disgusting to the townsfolk but were too obscene for many to take their eyes off of. Jolts of laughter erupted as the fat mayor seemed to relish the moment, pulling her boney hips into him again and again, telling her how beautiful she was and how he would treat her well. With a final thrust, he released his load, filling her with his cum with a howl of pleasure. He stood there, motionless for at least a moment, savoring her feeling. He stepped back, satiated, and spent. He walked to the nearest market to fetch some fresh apple juice.

ACT 4: The Masquerade Ball

In the depths of the ...