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“Are you ready for this?” Yennefer asked her daughter as Bea took the gurgling babe from her arms. “No more than you or Geralt are,” she said, cooing at the child. Yennefer took a step and looked fondly at the two young women mesmerized by the child. Ciri in particular, her belly seeming to grow larger by the day, looked radiant as she imagined the two twins set to join their elder sibling in a few weeks.
Ciri was right Yen realized. Long lived as Sorceresses and Witchers were, they were also mostly infertile. Witches because of their age, Witchers because their mutations rendered them sterile. It meant that Triss, Yennefer and Geralt, for once had no more experience than Shani, Ciri or Bea despite the many years they had on them. While it was true Geralt and Yennefer had some parenting experience having raised Ciri; she had been an adolescent when she came into their lives. That too had been frequently interrupted by their traumatic history. Raising in infant? They were all novices at that, and every day had been an adventure for everyone. Starting with the day of Shani’s delivery…
It had happened in Redania oddly enough, far from Cintra or Toussaint where Yenenfer and Geralt had imagined the birth would take place. Olgierd’s serfs had asked their lord for aid as a series of communities found themselves attacked by a bandit group led by a mysterious leader known as Little Red while Adda wrote about Novigradian traders waylaid on the routes North by a Griffin. The Lord von Everec as he was now known had asked the Witcher for aid who had gladly agreed. When Shani learned they were heading north however, she demanded they all go, expressing a desire that her child be born in in the same country she hailed from.
Since Triss and Yen had no objections, the whole family had decided to go, with the three women moving into the much more spacious and well attended von Everec estate now returned to its former glory. Stepping back into the house where he had released (and released on) Iris’ spirit had been a rather nostalgic moment for the Witcher, while for his women it was a chance to visit one more site of his adventures.
Sadly, Geralt and Olgierd didn’t have time to dwell on nostalgia for very long as they embarked on the hunt for the monsters plaguing Redania. With Orianna staying behind in Cintra with Regis, Rita and Bea, and the two witches sticking to Shani to look after her, the pair of hunters had departed alone. Their questing kept them away far longer than they had anticipated however. Taking down the Griffin had only taken a couple of weeks. The bandits however had turned out to be a more organized group than Geralt had anticipated and their hunt kept the Witcher and the Lord on Path for a very long time. Little Red was eventually revealed to be a werewolf, and hunting down all her subordinates took them more than a little while. She appeared to have merged her cohort with remnants of the Order of the Flaming Rose who had devolved to banditry. Scotching all the bandit camps was not a quick task. Yennefer and Triss kept them informed through magic, but the distance and time away from Shani chafed for Geralt who worried nonetheless.
The very day that Shani gave birth, Geralt had cleared out a nest of ghouls on Crane Cape, attracted to some of the shallower graves of the buried Ofieri dead and disrupting the functioning of the Lighthouse. After that had been problems with a Wraith haunting Drahim Castle south across the Pontar, and even a detour to Novigrad where a succubus who dwelt as a prostitute had killed some guards. Though the Witcher left her in peace, she was had to leave the city. All in all, the Witcher’s contracts kept him busy for months, and he was only able to return with Olgierd weeks after the birth. As an Imperial Court Witcher, Geralt had a far greater obligation to attend to the troubles of people, and it kept him from his family.
Perhaps it had been worth it though. When Geralt had first walked in it was to the sight of Shani sitting there with the babe in her arms as Triss played with it and making it laugh. All he could do was smile, feeling a surge of joy that he had felt very rarely before. The last time had been when Ciri had returned safe and sound from the tower in Undvik, having battled the White Frost. Before that, it had been the relief and joy he had felt knowing Ciri was alive on the Isle of Mists. He had simply stood stunned as Yennefer smilingly brought him up to speed.
The platinum white hair on the child had been the most shocking surprise for Olgierd and Geralt. “You can thank the Lady of the Lake for that. Stepped out of the fountain in the front gardens a few days after little Vlod was born. Declared that it would bear the attributes of both its fathers. Left after some cryptic statement about visiting her favorite knight who knew how to not worship her…” Yennefer had explained, eyes twinkling in delight. In response, the Witcher had simply taken little Vlodimir into his arms marveling at the knowledge that this was his son.
It really struck Geralt as he held that fair-haired child that he had a son. First there had been Ciri, and now baby Volodimir von Everec. His daughter was all grown up now, empress of half his known world, married, but Geralt had another child in his life now. As Geralt held his boy, Olgierd bowed out, his longstanding paranoias overcoming him again. Not that the Witcher could blame the man. He had been clear from the start that he worried about his skills as a father, and it was why everyone had agreed Geralt would be father in name and deed, bringing up the heir to the von Everec fortune.
That first evening back had passed by in a blur of laughter as everyone feasted, together again after such a long time. Shani described her first few weeks of motherhood, explaining how they split Yennefer and Triss split the duties of motherhood with her. Geralt sat next to her, one arm around her shoulder, idly playing with one tit as the boy suckled on the other. Motherhood suited Shani he mused, as he casually fondled his pretty little concubine, making her flush slightly with arousal as she spoke. Yennefer meanwhile kept him appraised of the work that lay ahead. “Don’t think your only job is to play and cuddle that baby Witcher,” she had said, her usual regal self as she explained the different skills Geralt would need to pick up, the nights he would spend half-asleep so that his women might enjoy their own while he looked after a howling baby. Changing swaddling clothes, cleaning up… There were a great many tasks ahead for him and Shani, Triss and Yennefer detailed them all, grinning widely as they planned to order their poor Wolf around.
Other visitors meanwhile came to the estate, eager to meet the newest and youngest cub of the wolf pack. First had been Priscilla and Dandelion, accompanied by Zoltan. “Do you know how filthy Novigrad is?” was all Shani had said when he proposed visiting them in Novigrad; her refusal absolute. And so, they came to Shani, spending several pleasant days waited upon by Olgierd’s servants. Olgierd himself had departed the same day as they arrived, travelling to Tretegor to report to Adda. “Any friends of Geralt’s are friends of mine. You’ll always be welcome here, even if the Witcher isn’t around” he said to the trio as he left, welcoming them in after his apologies for not being present to host them. As the Witcher and his wives watched Priscilla fall madly in love with little Volodimir, cooing and cuddling the child, they all grinned at each other. It wouldn’t be too long before she and Dandelion embarked on the same adventure. Judging by the moans that had erupted from their room that evening, the two bards were eager to start as soon as possible.
A week later Adda had come accompanying Olgierd, her entire court behind her. It was tradition for the heir to be presented at the court of the new ruler. In deference to her relationship with Geralt, and in view of the fact that soon after Geralt and his women would take the child to Cintra, Adda declared that rather than the infant coming to her Court, the Court would come to the infant. Young Radovid came with her, an adorable child himself, bumbling under everybody’s feet and awed at meeting the Witcher his nanny and mother told him bedtime stories about. On the ancestral lands of the von Everecs, Vlodimir was confirmed as heir to the titles of his birth parent, as Olgierd watched satisfied with the knowledge that his line and family would live on.
A few days later, another pleasant set of visitors arrived in the shape of Baron Strenger and his wife, and Roche and Ves. The latter pair had finally gotten around to getting married in the years since the restoration of Temeria, and Roche explained rather apologetically that they had kept the ceremony brief and quiet with the threat of the Ofieri upon everyone. Personally, Yen was convinced the reason it was kept private was Roche’s concern that with Geralt around, Ves might go back to her habit of bearing her midriff in an attempt to entice the Witcher. Still, she knew her wolf knew how to behave, and Ves wasn’t a harlot either. As they caught up on events in Temeria, Geralt had a chance to finally reacquaint himself with Anna Strenger, the woman he had first known as Gran. Both the Baron and Anna had of-course been present at Ciri’s wedding as well, but with the distractions of that day they hadn’t really found the time to all catch up. The Witcher learned that Anna had converted a large portion of the holdings in Crow’s Perch into an orphanage, looking after young children orphaned by the years of war and suffering in memory of her time at Crookback Bog. Her daughter Tamara aided her, the work helping her as she overcame the brainwashing of the Eternal Fire cultists while also making her detention more bearable. Thanks to the Witcher and Ciri, the family seemed to have finally found some measure of peace and comfort with each other.
And then it was finally time to return… home. There was no other word for it. Yennefer had spent her life with no place she could truly call home, and now she had many. And wherever Ciri and Bea were was definitely a home. Overruling her husband’s usual grumbling about Portals, they had returned, Ciri growing impatient at the enforced distance and eager to meet her…
Truth be told they still hadn’t worked out what the right words for the relationships were. As Philippa had once snarked at Geralt, it was rather odd that Triss played the sister to Ciri, yet had jumped into Geralt’s bed. As his wife, it was more absurd, since she still saw Ciri as a little sister. And Shani? Yennefer had to laugh at the idea of Shani being comparable to a stepmother for Ciri. The physician was closer in age to her and Bea than to Geralt and Yennefer. The reality was that Ciri regarded her like a sister as well. Which meant that Vlodimir was hardly going to be Ciri’s little brother. It would have to be nephew and aunt, Yennefer decided, with Ciri’s children to be Vlodimir’s cousins. It was certainly less strange than having poor little Vesemir and Rita call the babe uncle Vlodimir.
“An Oren for your thoughts?” Her husband said quietly, coming up from behind as he suddenly wrapped his arms around her. He must have been observing for a little while Yennefer realized as she leaned back into his comfortable warm embrace, eyes closing in pleasure. “Just admiring our little Ciri” she whispered, as Geralt let his eyes fall on the pair. He had to agree with Yennefer. The sight of his swallow, glowing with happiness as she fussed over his son, resting him on her belly while Bea stood next to her, the pair of them radiating joy and satisfaction… his heart almost hurt with love and pride.
Life was good at the Imperial court in Cintra, the Witcher thought to himself as he held his wife in his arms and watched his daughter bond with her… “Nephew” Yennefer whispered to him, reading his mind and smiling as her husband grappled with the same conundrum she had just settled. Nephew seemed right Geralt nodded to himself, kissing Yen’s bare shoulder. Life was good however, Geralt told himself, returning to his wandering thoughts. He looked at Bea, remembering her as the flirty barmaid from Novigrad his daughter had been smitten with. She was consort to the Empress now, and ruled over the domestic side of Ciri’s court masterfully. Without her at Ciri’s side Geralt doubted his daughter could have managed to rule half as effectively as she did. Every day the Empress’ wife organized her life, allowing the ruler to focus on the task of ruling. Every evening she welcomed her with loving arms, letting her look forward to the challenges of the following day.
But it wasn’t just them alone either. Ciri’s task was aided by the cabal of women behind her. The twins Rosa and Edna helped her navigate the ins and outs of Nilfgaardian nobility, always there to make sure their mistress never slipped up amongst the infinite rituals and protocols of the social life at court. Margarita, her former teacher turned lover, guiding her on policy both magical and mundane. Rita had discovered for herself that which eluded so many sorceress and mages except her sisters Yennefer and Triss; a true love, in the form of Bea and Ciri. She had left behind Aretuza, the school she had led for years, and taught at even longer. Recognizing the sacrifice, Ciri had kept her at the task of tutoring future magic wielders. Instead of a single academy, Rita was given the charge of overseeing the running of all the magical academies in the Empire. In addition, she was allowed to bring up select students, and tutor them herself. The magical school at the Imperial court quickly attracted the competitive interests of the best students from across the land as it was obvious that training under Rita almost guaranteed a senior position. Only the most driven students who could impress her were allowed to study under her, with Lambert and Eskel preferring to consult her as well on future recruits for the Wolf School Witcher-Mages. And while Geralt’s presence ensured Ciri would remain at the peak of her physical and martial training, Rita ensured that her magical edge never dulled.
Rita wasn’t the only one who provided magical aid to Ciri. As a member of the Lodge of Sorceress, Ciri’s position was secured by the most powerful witches in the land. There had been a time when the Lodge had tried to control Ciri for their own ends, no different from Emhyr, the Aen Elle or any of the other idiots obsessed with her elder blood. In the Lodge’s case, Ciri had put paid to their ambitions by joining them, and pounding them into submission… literally. Geralt had helped there ofcourse, giving Ciri her first converts in the form of Keira and Triss. Ciri had followed that up by ensuring the devoted allegiance of Margarita and finally even Fringilla. Though Philippa Eilhart remained formally the leader of the Lodge, its agenda was now set by Ciri. In Philippa’s defense, the arrogant mage had eventually accepted her submission, and both she and Fringilla found themselves rewarded with the occasionally amorous attentions of the Empress. In Fringilla’s case, it also included the additional reward of Geralt’s sexual interest every now and then. She looked forward to those nights when the Witcher and his harem of women made her submit, reducing her to an overwhelmed exhausted orgasmic mess. In the meantime, the various sorceresses advised and worked together for their ruler, adding to the efficiency and prosperity of Ciri’s rule.
As Geralt considered the occasional dalliances with Keira Metz or Fringilla Vigo, Yennefer blushing slightly with arousal as she continued to read his lewd thoughts, Shani came up to the pair. Her first day back in Cintra had been a nice little vacation from motherhood. She had spent the day relaxing with Triss and Orianna, the latter having given her a surprisingly effective massage. This had been followed by a long hot bath for the trio of redheads. And so, she went straight to Ciri and Bea, whispering in Bea’s ear as Geralt and Yennefer watched. Geralt cocked an eyebrow wondering what was up as Bea giggled and nodded her acceptance to whatever request Shani made of her.
“Right then Geralt,” Shani turned to him and Yen, Ciri and Bea walking away with Vlodimir to their rooms. “No baby tonight, and after so long without you, I think I’ve earned a special treat this evening.” Geralt had no problems agreeing to that. “Of-course Minx. Want me to take you somewhere special? A romantic evening at Ciri’s garden maybe?” He asked, letting go of Yennefer and pulling the redhead into his arms, kissing her on the forehead. He had misunderstood her request somewhat though. “A romantic evening?” Shani scoffed at him. “Geralt I want you to pound me silly until all I see are stars. I’m going to call the shots tonight, and Yennefer, Triss and Orianna are going to do what we tell them. I expect tonight to end with you fucking the ability to move out of me.” she explained, pressing herself against her Witcher as she dragged his hand up to her sensitive breasts. Geralt had no objection to that. His Minx had earned her special evening a million times over, and if that was what she wanted, that was what she would get. “Lead the way Shani” he said, grinning at her while quickly squeezing her tit.
Shani pulled away at that, grabbing Yennefer and spinning her around, making her squeak in surprise. “Walk raven” she growled dominantly, pushing Yen to her knees as she collared her with the silver chain Geralt had used on occasion since Kaer Morhen. “Yes mistress” Yennefer breathed submissively, crawling on her hands and knees as Shani swatted her ass, leading her pet towards their bedroom. Geralt waited for a moment, and then followed, admiring Yennefer’s ass accentuated against her dress as she crawled.
As he walked into the room, Geralt froze, admiring the sight Shani had set up. Triss and Orianna lay completely naked on the bed. Orianna was hogtied and gagged, on her side as her arms were pulled back to and tied to her ankles, the position causing her tits to stand out as she lay squirming; moaning into the cloth stuffed into her mouth. Triss in contrast was spread-eagled, arms and legs splayed and shackled to the bed posts. Geralt whistled when he noted the two dildos stuffed into her ass and pussy, making the poor witch whimpering with arousal.
“Seems like you’ve already been having a special night Shani” The Witcher growled, stepping up to her from behind and wrapping his arms around her, leaning down to nuzzle into her short red hair and breathing in her scent. Shani wriggled in his grip, jerking at Yen’s collar and pulling her closer. “It’s not special without you Geralt,” she whined gently, again bringing his arms up to her tits. He massaged them appreciatively through her shirt, drawing a moan of pleasure from her. As he kneaded her flesh and rolled her nipples around, he felt the slight dampness on the cloth. He grinned to himself, “I’m going to enjoy some new tastes tonight Minx…feasting on you is going to be wonderful” he whispered into her ear. Shani’s eyes closed as she melted into his grip. As his hands teased her flesh and his lips pressed into her neck, she pulled at Yen’s collar, dragging her to feet as she moaned slightly in protest. With the Raven on her feet, Shani tugged her into an embrace, sandwiched between Witch and Witcher, hands spanking at Yen’s ass. “Kiss me slut” she commanded; her voice low with arousal. Yennefer complied, leaning in, letting out little squeaks each time Shani’s hands landed on her bottom. As soon as the Witch’s lips closed on the redhead’s she found her hair grabbed, as Shani held her there, forcing her tongue between her lips while tugging slightly her locks.
On the bed Orianna lay watching, squealing slightly in outrage while Triss continued to moan in frustrated pleasure, staring at the ceiling. Shani had ordered her not to look, and the fox was complying though the sounds coming from her lovers drove her mad with desire and anticipation.
Geralt pulled away after a few moments of fondling his Minx, leaving her shirt with growing stains against her tits as Shani’s full breasts leaked milk from his attentions. She pushed Yen away as her Witcher stepped back, looking at her and licking her lips. “Geralt… look at her. See how she looks so proud and regal in that dress?” she said, mockingly complaining to him. “Why does my submissive little bitch think she’s better than me? Show her place please? Rip that proud dress from her body.” “As you wish dear” The Witcher replied, stepping forward and possessively grabbing at Yen, taking a moment to feel her up. There was something hilarious about Shani’s whiny dominance, and Geralt was happy to oblige her.
Yennefer gasped in pleasure as Geralt’s hands started tugging at her top, the elaborate expensive cloth slowly giving way in his grip. As she wriggled in his grasp, the tears in the fabric deepened. The Witcher then growled and flexed, shredding her shirt as it tore down the front, exposing her. Shani watched appreciatively, hands under her tights as she fingered herself, biting her lips at the sight. Once her top was off, Geralt roughly bent Yen forward, spanking her ass hard. As she squealed, he grabbed her pants at her thighs, pulling at the fabric till it shredded and came away. He kept working, tearing it off her in patches, revealing more and more of her pale skin, stopping for occasional spanks which made her moan with lust. Yen’s panties he tugged upwards, wedging the cloth into her quim and making her squirm with pain and pleasure as the silk bit into her till it finally gave way. The bra Geralt simply unclasped, thinking Yen had taken enough torture as her thighs glistened with moisture.
“Thank you, my wolf,” she moaned, pleasure coursing through her at the rough treatment, and at Shani’s predatory gaze on her. Her next move was to step forward, pressing herself against Geralt as she guided his hands to her hips. “Undress me Witcher” she whispered, leaving Yen to stand there, eyes closed and panting lightly in just her choker and stockings. Geralt obliged, gently undoing Shani’s clothes as he kissed her neck and cheeks, lips brushing against her skin. As he tugged her shirt off, he spun the redhead around, running his hands up and down her body before slowly untangling the laces binding her skirt and tights, letting them loosen and slip off, pooling at her feet. His hands were now under her panties, fingers stroking her labial lips as Shani shivered delightedly, pushing her own panties down in eagerness.
“Ready for that pounding then Shani?” he breathed into her ear, two fingers gently parting her cuntlips while his other hand brushed just below the swell of her breasts, tantalizing her sensitive mounds. Her moaned agreement earned her a gently spank over her pussy, after which the Witcher let her go. She tottered over to the bed pulling at Yen’s leash to make her follow while Geralt undressed.
Shani got on to the bed as Yen undid the chain around her neck, pulling it aside. The Witcher watched fondly as she ordered his Raven around, making her untie Triss and Orianna. “Spread that vampire out like the whore she is” Shani commanded, yanking the dildos from Triss and making her gasp, pushing the two witches to tie down the Bruxa in the same position Triss had been in. Once she lay spread-eagled on the bed, Shani slipped one of the dildos onto a harness and strapped it on, kneeling between Orianna’s legs.
“Fuck me Witcher” Shani gasped, as Geralt got on the bed behind her, fondling her large tits and biting her neck as she slid her dildo against Orianna’s slit, making her writhe against her bonds. Triss and Yen sat submissively, waiting for their next command as they looked on lustfully at the dominant pair. Geralt responded to Shani’s request by pushing her down towards Orianna, sliding himself into her cunt. Shani sighed in pleasure, luxuriating in the sensation of the Witcher filling her up after so long while he hissed at the sensations of her pussy clenching at him. New mother or not, Shani was as tight as she had always been, and Geralt reveled in the sensation of her body sucking him in. Noticing Shani’s dildo poised against Orianna’s, Geralt thrust into her with greater force, driving her forward with his hips.
Orianna screamed in pleasure as she was penetrated, while Shani moaned lewdly, her first orgasm overtaking her as the magic of the dildo let her feel what Orianna felt, while her own cunt was plundered by the Witcher. “Aaaahhhhf-fuck Geeeeeralt… I missed this” she panted as her cum slid down her thighs, slicking against Orianna as Geralt pounded them both. Just as Shani started to recover, Geralt took control of the proceedings. “Yen, Triss service your mistress. Show her whose cumsluts you two are” he commanded, and they immediately got to work. His fox slid her tongue along her flanks, kissing and licking at the side of her tits and along her flesh, moving from neck to hips. Yen meanwhile gently started stroking her tit, while her other hand lovingly fingered her ass, slipping two fingers inside her sphincter and curling them within her. Orianna’s hands wandered over her mistress’ body as well. The sensations of all the lips and touches against her skin, of Geralt’s cock penetrating her to the core as he guided her to fuck Orianna below her… it was all too much for Shani. Barely recovered from her first orgasm, she started cumming again, groaning as her body succumbed to the pleasure shooting through her.
Geralt kept pistoning into her, his thrusts keeping Shani in an orgasmic state as he alternated between driving in and out and hilting inside her and grinding his hips against her as she lay fully pushed into Orianna. Soon the screaming Vampire was also reduced to a moaning orgasm as Yen and Triss turned their attentions to her so that Shani wasn’t overwhelmed by their attentions. As Geralt neared his peak however, he pulled out of Shani. Without giving her any warning, he yanked her off the Bruxa and laid her flat on her back. As she lay still, eyes closed and gasping with pleasure, he let himself loose, his load shooting over her heaving body, streaks of his jizz landing on her face, her tits and her stomach. Geralt knelt there, stroking himself gently as he coaxed more cum from himself, casually letting it drip onto Shani while he admired the sight of her prone form. A nod to Triss had Orianna unshackled, allowing him to move Shani to the center of the bed as the three women waited submissively for their next orders.
“Clean her up” he ordered, as he put his hands to her hips, prodding her ass gently with his cock, as he worked the strap on off her. The women fell upon Shani, eagerly kissing and slurping at the cum coating her body, making her squirm in ecstasy. “Mmmmmm” she moaned, enjoying the different pace as Triss’ and Yen’s hands stroked her breasts, while Orianna kissed her, alternating between locking lips with her and biting down on her neck. Geralt kept up his teasing, sliding his dick against her soaked crotch, returning to a full erection as he ground his hips against hers.
Soon enough Shani’s moans grew louder as she felt herself rising again, fingers and lips all over her body. “Stop” Geralt barked as he sensed her reach the edge, and at once all three women pulled away. Picking up the discarded strap on and second dildo he tossed them to Triss and Yen. “Enjoy Orianna a little. Right now, this pretty one is mine,” he ordered his women, who promptly fell on the Bruxa, making her squeal delightedly. “Geeeeralt” Shani moaned, frustrated by the Witcher cutting her off at the edge. In response he bent over her, starting to slide his cock into her ass. Unlike Yen and Triss who loved being assraped, Shani preferred gentility and Geralt gave her that, slowly and lovingly letting himself push in as she moaned in pleasure.
“oooh soooo biig” she gasped out as she felt her sphincter stretch and her bowels get filled slowly. The Witcher meanwhile squeezed and kneaded her tits, rolling her nipples around. Geralt coaxing her breasts to yield their milk sent her into a frenzy of arousal, which rose even further as his lips closed around her tit, sucking at her. “Ooooh gods Geralt” she cried out as he feasted on her milk, his ass gently splitting her body asunder as she squeezed down on it. As his teeth pressed against her flesh and his dick invaded her completely, she came, her back arching into her lover as she felt her cum flowing from her again. Geralt kept up his attentions, starting to pump in and out of her with slow gentility, while he switched from one tit to the next, his hands always on the other, making her breastmilk dribble down her body.
“You taste delicious Minx” he whispered as he hilted himself inside her again, her ass muscles clenching desperately at his dick while she slipped smoothly from one orgasm to the next, eyes rolled up into her head as she shivered and shook under his amorous attentions. Besides them Orianna’s squeals rang out as Triss and Yen had her sandwiched between them, savaging her ass and cunt making the vampire shriek as she came. The contrast of the wild rutting beside them while Geralt held her with such gentle love had Shani squirming, pressing herself up thankfully against her Witcher.
Geralt continued making love to her with slow passion, letting her slip in and out of orgasms. Soon however he was at his peak, and felt himself twitch within her. “I’m going to fill your bowels up Shani” he growled into her ear, grinding within her ass. “Doo it… drown me in your cum Geralt” she cooed in delight, as he let loose within her, his hot sperm flooding into her. Shani clung to him, starting to cry with pleasure and happiness as he rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him and holding her close.
The Witcher wasn’t done however, as he slipped from her ass. “Time to fill up that womb now minx” he growled, grabbing Triss off Orianna and casually making her suck him off, while he fingered Shani’s ass. He let his finger get coated in his cum leaking from her, which he then pressed to her lips. Shani eagerly licked the finger, as Triss slobbered over his rapidly hardening cock. Next Geralt returned his attentions to her tits, running his fingers against the milk he had let smear her flesh, wetting them before he returned them to her lips. “Go on minx, taste yourself. See how delicious you are” he whispered, about ready to start fucking her again.
As her eyes fluttered open, looking at him lustily he knew she was ready for the next round. He positioned himself under her, slipping back into her soaked cunt with east. “Taste your mistress my pets” he commanded, and Shani cried out in pleasure as the women descended upon her exposed body. Triss and Yen immediately latched onto her tits, eagerly suckling away, their tongues lashing her sensitive flesh as she felt her milk drawn from her. Orianna knelt between her legs, tongue flicking over her clit, as Geralt’s cock pushed into her cunt. “Oh gods more… please moooore” Shani screamed in pleasure as she was feasted upon while Geralt started to bounce her on his cock. His dick filling her up while Orianna fingered and suckled at her pussy at the same time had her bursting into orgasm in no time, even as Yennefer and Triss drained her completely.
They kept up the pace, as Shani’s body stayed in overdrive, shuddering and shaking in pleasure as she screamed her arousal to the room, letting voice grow hoarse. Geralt kept his hands at her hips, as he kept driving himself into her, plunging deep into her. He sensed Shani was soon at her limits however and he didn’t want to push her beyond them. Reaching down, he forced Orianna lower, making her suck on his balls to push him further towards his own edge, a race against Shani’s imminent sexual collapse. Growling, he bit into her neck, making Shani wail his name, as he pushed himself entirely within her, breaching her cervix as he let loose. “No moooore” Shani cried out as he shot his load into her womb, filling her up. Yen, Triss and Orianna all pulled away as Geralt spurted within her, draining himself into her body before he pulled out. Shani was done, and she moaned incoherently, fucked into oblivion as she had demanded.
Geralt kept his arms wrapped around her, slowly stroking her as she tried to recover. As was their habit, the other snuggled up to him. Yennefer pressed into him from behind, her soft luscious tits pressing into his back. Triss lay next to Shani, kissing her gently as she cuddled her face to face. Orianna meanwhile curled up against her Alpha’s legs, her head resting between Shani and Geralt as she breathed in the overwhelming scent of sex that emanated from everyone. Being fucked by the Witcher and his family was always a feast for the Vampire, and would leave her simultaneously sated for weeks yet ever-hungry for more. She shuddered briefly with horror as she regarded her existence before Geralt and Ciri had fucked her into submission.
Geralt meanwhile stayed awake, spent and tired, but not exhausted as the women around him were. Yennefer and Triss started to doze off, snuggled up to their lovers. Shani fell into a deep sleep quickly, shutting down after the overwhelming experience. As Orianna nuzzled into him, he realized he’d probably wake up tomorrow to her eagerly blowing him.
Things were different now, he mused. He had a son to look after. “Not just a son” Yennefer whispered naughtily into his ear as she read his mind. “You’re going to be Grandpa Geralt soon” she continued mischievously, making his eyes widen as that particular realization hit home. It was true… Soon little Vlodimir would be joined by another pair of squalling brats, and they were also his family. The kids would need to visit Skellige as they grew up, visiting his birth father and step-brother, young Crach, whom Jutta had given birth to not long before Vlodimir, heir to the An Craite clan. Dandelion and Priscilla would have kids too soon… the next generation of the Pack and its extended allies was arriving. Things had definitely changed.
For the moment Geralt considered how much his life had changed since he embarked on the quest for Ciri and Yennefer all those years ago. He was still on the Path on occasion, but now he travelled and worked at the behest of his daughter. No longer did he travel from town to village, wandering the countryside in search of contracts. He worked for a ruler now, going where she asked him to go, still mostly hunting monsters but at times leading men and engaging in statecraft. It was a stark change from where he had started. The old Geralt would have raged at the idea of being subject to a ruler, working for a king or queen. But there was more than a little satisfaction in Serving the Empress, Geralt mused, and he looked forward to seeing how his tale would evolve under her rule.
Author’s Note: Well… over 100k words and 18 chapters is a reasonable place to close this story, I think. So, I’m completing this here. I have some vague ideas about future arcs in Serving the Empress, but nothing concrete. The story will continue there, but now at a reduced pace as I figure out whether I want to keep writing this fanfic and if so, where do I take the story. Future chapters of Serving the Empress will follow a more poll-based attitude, asking readers to decide on arcs and smut. Its been fun writing this and hope you all liked it.