Maledict

Things seemed to have turned to a dead end. Iorveth had felt it for a long time but wouldn't admit it - not to himself or to anybody else. The Scoia'tael had fought for  so many years but there was no way they could ever win. It was a long hard road that led constantly downwards to hell. Even their own kin didn't welcome the guerilla elves. In Dol Blathanna they were regarded as criminals so the Valley of Flowers was no place for them as it was for the other elves Francesca Findabair had gathered around her.



Now the witchers had given Iorveth a way to get rid  of the kings that had for so long been his enemies. Not that it seemed to get Iorveth anywhere. He had been suspicious about Letho and his gang from the beginning and not given him all the information he had asked for. Give away all Scoia'tael hideouts! Iorveth snorted as he walked through the forest near Flotsam. If Letho expected the elven leader to really give away all his secrets then he was strongly mistaken.



Foltest was dead. The Blue Stripes and a Witcher called Geralt of Riva were in Flotsam and looking for Iorveth, the kingslayer and the Scoia'tael. Iorveth couldn't see where to go from here. Letho's promises began to sound hollower every day passing. Of course he was used to waiting and to the frustration of the ongoing war. Nilfgard had used the Scoia'tael for their own benefit and betrayed them once the war was over. There was something rotten about Letho as well and it smelled a lot like another Nilfgard plot. Of course he could prove nothing and all he had was a bad feeling.



He had to think things over and best way to order his thoughts was a walk in the woods. Iorveth had often felt tired about it and wished for peace - and damn it, for enough to eat to ease the hunger that was a constant companion of any Scoia'tael. Right now he felt the weight of his centuries with every single day of life putting a ton onto his shoulders. Of course he wouldn't give up. Not with all his men relying on him.



There was Vergen of course and Saskia with her dreams of a new order. Just this road was blocked as was the promise of peace from Dol Blathanna. Saskia regarded the elven leader as a murderer - nothing less, nothing more. Maybe she was right and still despite her opinion on him she and her ideas had caused Iorveth to hope for a better future. He just had to make her accept him by her side. Easier said than done. Without some help it seemed impossible. Letho certainly wouldn't get him there.



Strolling through the woods at night was dangerous, even for an elf. But Iorveth knew how to avoid the dangers and although he was alert for any danger he wasn't worried. Anybody else however shouldn't wander the forest carelessly at night.



So Iorveth was surprised to find the Blue Stripes soldier walk alone in the middle of the night. "Roche's pet," he murmered to himself when he spotted Ves heading towards the altar of Veyopatis. He scanned the surroundings for more Blue Stripes but she for sure was alone. Elite soldiers they called themselves but in the woods they were as lost as a baby without its mother. "What is she doing here in the middle of the night?" he wondered. She was part of Roche's troupes so it was worth finding out whatever mission she was on.



Iorveth followed her silently, watching her approach the altar and place something there to honour the god. The elf hoped whatever she left there it would be eatable. To find enough to eat for a guerilla army when one was forced to hide in the woods was almost impossible. Scoia'tael always were hungry. Iorveth could hardly remember when he last had not been hungry. The villagers often left gifts for Veyopatis - and the elves took whatever they gave the old god.



When Ves stepped back from the altar, Iorveth pulled an arrow from his quiver, put it to his bow and aimed. If she was only here to make a sacrifice to Veyopatis that piece of information wasn't of any use at all. She would never know what had hit her. Then she began to undress herself - and Iorveth lowered his bow and watched in ultimative puzzlement how the Blue Stripes girl cast all of her clothes to the forest floor and laid down with her legs widely spread. She had a silver rod she used to please herself with.



"What?" Iorveth gasped, staring in bewilderment and with growing passion at the female on the ground. The pale moonlight was bathing her flawless body in rays  of silver, making her doing clearly visible to the hiding elf. Iorveth sneaked closer to get a better few. He felt his cock hardening, wondering when last something had turned him on enough to make him hard.



The problem with a very long life was that things get boring - even sex. Iorveth had lived for a few centuries and during that time he really had tried out anything one could possibly fantasize about when it came to sex. He even had done a few things most people probably wouldn'teven thing about - but things had grown old sometimes and like the sex life of most old elves his had almost died.



Occassionally he found some woman or man interesting enough to spend a night or two with them. Sometimes he had more active phases when the sexual pleasures became intriguing enough for a revival. And lately he found himself attracted to Saskia in a way that made him almost feel young again.

 

Watching a Blue Stripes Elite soldier fuck herself with a silver rod shaped like a huge penis was certainly new to the elven leader. He watched her body shiver as she rammed the dildo into her moist cunt over and over again, her movements getting faster as did his breath and heartbeat. Her back arched to meet her thrusts, one hand played with her breast and nipples before she slid it down to rub her clit.



Iorveth swallowed hard. His hand gently stroke his cock through the leather of his pants. He had to admitVes was beautiful - for a human. He had heard tales about a Scoia'tael leader taking her captive after burning down her village because the girl intrigued him. Iorveth could totally understand that man.



Her moans were as soft as music and the cry she gave when coming onto the rod she rammed into her cunt was the crecendo of a lewd symphony. Iorveth had to bite his lips to stifle his own groans as he watched her with growing desire. He reveled in the sensation of lusting for her and the painful hardness of his throbbing length. Damn it, he wanted her more than he had wanted any woman during the last hundred years.



Making a decision Iorveth left his hiding place and stepped up behind her.

 

Ves still shivered from the sensation of her climax shaking her whole body. The silver dildo was slick with her juices. She was breathing heavily while she tried to regain her composure. She had fucked a lot of guys in a lot of different places and shyness wasn't anything she could possibly afford - still she felt slightly ashamed of what she had done right in the middle of the woods. Blushing slightly she lifted herself from the ground. "Hope that'll do it," she mumbled under her breath.



"Hope that will do what?"



Ves spun round at the sound of the male voice behind her.



"Iorveth!"



Out of all possible men in this world she had to meet Iorveth, the most wanted criminal in all northern kingdoms. Iorveth who loathed all Dh'oine even more than she hated the elves. He was a dangerous murderer without any scruples or pity for anybody. And Ves was completely naked and only armed with a silver dildo. Great! Things couldn't get worse, could they?



Then Ves recalled what Anezka had told her and she took a step back and shook her head. No! She hated that son of a bitch more than anybody else. It was absolutely unthinkable that she would fuck him!



Iorveth fingered the bow he held in his hands, watching her intently with his one eye. "First I wanted to shoot you. But I have to admit I am curious. What for did you just fuck yourself with that artificial penis you're so desperately clinging to?" He nodded at the dildo she was holding like a club.



For a moment Ves thought about bashing his head in with the dildo. Then she recalled the curse and made a quick pro and contra list Iorveth vs.pussy maggots and decided his cock inside her cunt couldn't be any worse than what she already had been through today. Actually he was a handsome son of a bitch. The reddish bandana around his head and right part of his face covered most of the horrible scar that had extinguished his beauty. Still he was a good looking man, even more interesting with the flaw than he would have been without.



"So?" Iorveth asked when Ves just stared daggers at him without responding.



"What!? It's none of your business at all," she snapped, pointing the dildo at him. "I just happen to be a very religious person!" How the hell was she going to get him fuck her instead of killing her for who she was and whom she worked for?



It started as a low growling chuckle. In the end Iorveth was laughing so hard, tears stung his one remaining eye. "Religious, huh?" he grinned, making Ves's heart jump. She had never seen him smile like that. It was almost of boyish charme, a reminder of days long gone before he had turned into the hateful monster he now was.

"You got any problem with that, Peeping Tom?" she asked, crossing her arms in front of her bare tits. Yes, she was naked but there was no use in hiding since he had already taken in all of her nakedness - she couldn't have missed how he had watched her up and down.



"I've been stuck in the woods for a while. I'm not too choosey when it comes to entertainment." He couldn't help gawking at her like a complete idiot. At least he didn't drool but that was about all composure he felt he could still manage. Luckily she didn't seem to notice how desperatedly he wanted her. She was Dh'oine and like all of her kind filthy scum.



"Oh, did you like what you see? Did it turn you on? Or are you impotent like so many of your  kind?"



She made a step towards him, grabbing the front of his pants, feeling his hard on through the leather fabric. "Seems that's not your problem." Ves gasped at the size of the cock she was clutching. He certainly matched the size of the dildo the dwarven smith had made - and honestly Ves had thought he had exaggerated it quite a bit. She hadn't thought real dicks did come that size. Well, obviously some did.



Iorveth gritted his teeth to stifle a moan when she touched him but didn't move away. Then she squeezed and rubbed his length through his tight pants and he couldn't hold back a groan anymore. "Oh," Ves chirped, "you like that, don't you?" She moved closer, wrapping her arms around his neck as she pressed her body to his and rubbed against him. This was beginning to feel like fun. She was Dh'oine girl about to seduce the most famous Scoia'tael leader ever heard of. Now wasn't it ironic? If she had to fuck him to get rid of this curse why shouldn't she enjoy it?



"Is that part of your devine service?" Iorveth asked against her neck, his lips brushing over her soft skin. Her hands were busy undoing his armor. Iorveth decided it was better to help her and thus make sure she didn't get hold of any of his weapons. Just because she seemed to be as eager to fuck him as he was lusting to fuck her didn't mean he trusted her.



"Yeah, and in the end I cut off your cock and present it to Veyopatis on his altar," Ves growled threateninjgly. He didn't seem to worry much about his fate as her threat couldn't stop him from cupping her perfectly shaped buttocks with both his hands and press her body even closer to his.



"Not that bad a way of dying."



"You're kidding."



"Well, better than being stabbed by a peasant boy with a dung fork."