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Maledict

By: kruemel
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Rating: Adult +
Chapters: 6
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Disclaimer: The Witcher 2, the characters of the game and Andrzej Sapkowski's books don't belong to me. This is a non-profit fanfiction.
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Chapter 5

Iorveth wiped the blood off his nose and stared at the beautiful Dh'oine in mere disbelief. "You punched me..."



"Hush," Ves shushed him, leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose. She was so enjoying this. Especially because it was Iorveth she was playing with. Hell, he was probably one of the most dangerous men that had ever lived. He was a legend and the tales of his deeds were no bedtime stories for little children. She had seen some of his crimes and if she made a list with the names of his victims she'd not be done in a month.



And now here he was, lying beneath her and staring at her with his eye glazed from desire. His throbbing length was sheathed deeply inside her cunt and she made him moan in pleasure as she rode him excruciatingly slow.



Ves bent down to kiss him, her tits brushing against his chest while she moved on top him. "That's much better, don't you think?" Iorveth had to admit his new perspective had its advantages. His hands resting on her hips he adjusted his rhythm to hers and watched her breasts bouncing with every thrust.



He ran his hands up her side  to cup her tits, squeezing them none to gently. Her tits were perfectly shaped with exactly the right size. He lifted himself to a sitting position to caress her breasts with his mouth, sucking hard on her pink nipples. "Gods... Iorveth...!" Ves moaned. Her nipples were so sensitive she almost came simple on him sucking and biting at them. The tension building up inside her became painful and she set to a faster rhythm.



It felt so damn good how his huge dick stretched her pussy. She couldn't recall she had ever before been so totally filled with a man's cock. "Fuck me, Iorveth! Fuck me!" the female soldier cried and the Squirrel commander obeyed, shifting position to lay on top of her with her legs resting on his shoulders.



He fucked her hard, ramming his impressive length into her over and over again. "Do you like this, bitch? Do you like being fucked hard?" he growled. In response she bucked like a wild horse, trying to drive his cock deeper into her cunt. The sensation of his huge rod stretching her inner walls was making her shiver with passion. Every time he moved he hit her most sensitive spot, driving her onward and over the edge into a wild climax.



Her pussy clenched around his cock when she came and  pulled him with her into a mindnumbing orgasm. He called out her name, spilling his cum inside her.



They were both sweaty and exhausting. The cool night breeze was caressing their hot skin as they lay on the forest ground, holding on to each other. Iorveth was still sheathed inside the Dh'oine girl. He could feel her heart beat against his chest matching his own pulse.  They kissed more tenderly than before, taking their time to taste each other and add soft caress to their rough encounter.



Ves certainly was the last woman Iorveth had ever thought to end up fucking. She was part of everything he despised and there he was holding her in his arms and kissing her with a passion he hadn't expected to be still able to feel.



Times were changing. Iorveth knew there maybe was only one chance left for him and his men to escape the vicious circle the Scoia'tael were caught in. Iorveth had a dubious fame as a mass murderer and ruthless criminal. Still he was no bloodthirsty monster. One didn't become a living legend without a plan behind one's actions.



Holding on to the Scoia'tael Ves wondered how she had gotten to like him enough to not kick his balls or even reach for her sword to at least try to kill the bastard. Instead she held on to him.



Damn, he probably was guilty having aided the murderer of her king.  She couldn't really say what it was about him that made her stay and feel him grow hard inside her again. Maybe it was the glimpse behind the mask he had involuntarily granted her. She was surprised by his vulnerability, smitten by the boyish charme of his smile and the beauty of his tatoo that told of a softer side he kept perfectly hidden.



She looked him in the eye. A strand of hair had fallen into his face hiding the destroyed part of his handsome features.



"You're a bastard," she said matter of factly. "And you are the best fuck I ever had."



"Well, seems you're lucky that I'm not done with you yet," the elf replied with one of his seldom smiles.

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