Chapter 3 - Lion Cub's Love [Mind Control, Semi-Ero]

"Gods." Yennefer's mutter turned out nearly incomprehensible as the beasts took away from her breasts and allowed delicate milk to spill ever so softly. As raven hair flew down gently, both onto her shoulders and against the aged willow, she panted out with some kind of respite - her motherly duties finally ended, at least for today. 

It took a while to feed the entire litter of her little, lovely babies; they drank much and bit deeply and without any regard for how she could feel. Her nipples really grew sensitive since the start of her new life and perhaps swelled just a little bit more because of the unique pregnancy she was given. "Don't worry." She purred out to one of her children, rubbing the carapaced head with the delicate, changeless fingers. "Mother loves you either way."

She always sought to say this and now, saying it to nothing else but a cute, little, thousand-legged insect was nothing short of thrilling. "Good boy." Her finger ran across the crawling centipede, all as it wrapped around her thigh. There was this satisfying sting of her past thoughts, of what she once would think of herself forever stuck in the middle of a forlorn swamp, somewhere between deep grass and with dozens of little babies crawling across her body. 

She would be so silly back then. 

Serving this family was the finest thing that could happen to her and it felt almost ridiculous that she ever sought a different one. And of course, as yet another visitor loudly arrived on the bark above her, she was merrily reminded that this family wasn't the only one she was to serve. So she did look up with a keen expression on her face, spreading her maws far and wide. 

All so some other cock could arrive on top of her tongue; long, lengthy, pink and thin. Covered in goopy spunk that she eagerly clenched her lips around and then thoroughly cleaned, making sure that she'll squeeze the insectous nectar out of it with the very movement of her lovely lips. Transparent, chunky - it was a meal of its own kind and one she was well used to. 

The marshes were a different world, there was no envy or jealousy, some things just belonged to certain creatures and everything was but rooted in yours usefulness. So her centipedous lord cared little when other dwellers of the murky waters used her to their delight. Her womb was long claimed and with a clear owner, her lips painted black with spunk and her mind deliciously open. 

The dragonfly arrived every now and then, buzzing of his wings tended to herald a fine meal and his attempts to use her for his offspring were but cute. He would come, feed her and deposit his eggs but unlike her lord, he needed a bit more fertile body; nothing would ever come out of his courting attempts. Yet, he would return every time to try again. 

She didn't mind as Yennefer wouldn't pass on a warm spunk-meal these days. She only got so much from her love.

A few sucking noises followed soon after as she looked at these widely spread, white wings of a flying suitor. A gulp or two and a through licking afterwards, all before her lips separated themselves from the pink meat with a loud smooch. She smiled softly as the dragonfly turned around on the tree bark, now allowing her to look into its thousand eyes. 

They were beautiful but also filled her with sadness of a kind - this one would likely again seek to impregnate her and future his bloodline. With that he would fail again and leave with hopes, just to have nothing. It was rather unfulfilling to say the least and made her pity this wonderful creature; her heart could belong to someone else but still, this kind of misfortune was something she had to love with before. It was rather morose to watch someone else struggle with offspring. 

But there was someone else who could fix this. 

She extended her hand and stroked the cheek, or at last whatever of its head qualified as a cheek. Perhaps her imperfect womb could not properly host his babies but she knew someone whose womb was still usable. "Just wait a moment." She purred out, filled with resolve to help this poor creature and began to stand up. The little centipedes began to crawl off her body, perhaps understanding that the feeding hour was over. 

Bare body shined in the light, despite being used so thoroughly and fed so much upon, Yennefer remained as fine as always. Most of her magic was sucked away but this small bit left was enough to keep her as delicate and shapely as ever. More so, this week her husband was away on some fine hunt and her magical energies were filling her whole, spending just a little bit was no crime. 

And the cause was so fine as well. 

She licked these black lips, so permanently turned dark from vilest but most delicious of bug spunks. She spread her legs and extended her arms, long stained with dry seed and mud alike; her fingers twirled as she reached for the innate energies. She used to care about other humans and to a point where one of them was carefully attuned to her, granted a fine necklace that made Yennefer able to notice her at any time anywhere. 

And she was very proficient with portals as well. 

It wasn't long before she weaved the gate to distant unknown and caught a fine attention from the monstrous dragonfly behind herself; magical energies were a fine snack after all. So the lovely insect watched as conjured power illuminated the naked body before itself, it watched as this human clenched her hands and then suddenly some other human body appeared in front of the old willow. 

Yennefer on the other hand stood most satisfied as her former prodigy suddenly tumbled forth onto the muddy ground and grasped her head. Some portals had to be walked through but if you were just good enough of a sorceress, you could make things get through your portals. So she did. 

Ciri fell forth and grabbed her head while clenching pale teeth. She really thought only poor mages could give you a major pain with their portals and here it was, not to mention the blurry vision and nausea. She blinked twice, suddenly hit by some vile smell and confusion - only Yennefer was able to throw her across the land like that but as soon as she raised her eyes, there seemed to be no one. 

Except for a giant dragonfly monstrosity standing in front of her, waiting on some half rotten, dark willow. "What-" A single word was all that she would be given as delicate hands would soon fall upon her head and give her an even worse headache. The young witcher hissed, falling onto her knees and finding these hands awfully familiar; almost motherly. She would blink but a few more times and then look forth while grabbing onto the handle of the silver sword. 

Yet, her eyes would meet those of the insect and thus seal her fate. Her gaze would turn wide and quivering, all while this of the monster before her was cold and motionless; she would then feel it assault her senses and the delicate insides of who she was. That would be the beginning of her fight, of muscle-less combat for her personality. 

Yennefer smiled gently, seeing that her former adoptive was already caught in the struggle for her pointless self. No witcher technique would be of help now, not when it was all about your pretty consciousness struggling to exist against a foe much greater; an enemy who was alike stone and yet had to be beaten in stillness, of someone who could have only purpose to exist for a time and yet had to be beaten in focus. 

And yet her hand twitched, yet somehow she managed to clench her fingers around the sword. Obviously, she was a daughter of older blood and of lineage that really couldn't be compared to what the sorceress was; the pale haired girl could resist. Perhaps even she would resist long enough to slice the lordy dragonfly in two, had it not been for Yennefer who put her hands onto Ciri's head. 

"Don't fight." She declared merrily and squinted her eyes, soon intruding into her adoptive daughter's head. With a fine smile did she ease the flow of insectous influence into the human mind. The flyer's attack was but a murky river, a muddy stream trying to make its way into the chambers of another's consciousness; there was a lot of water necessary to drown the representation of another's cognizance. To bury the memories and intellect under a steady pool of muck. 

So she used decades of knowledge to hasten the flow, she broadened the riverbed and once she realized that Ciri's grip weakened and eyes widened, Yennefer keenly moved forth. She infused the insectous sludge with her energies and turned it even thicker and with the eyes of imagination happily watched as girl's brain drowned in it. 

Such a vibrant person, lovely drowning under muck. It was such a good little sight; to know that this muddy spunk will soon permeate another's presence wholly and turn it into yet another happy breeder. 

It took a good while before the chamber was absolutely gone, turned into a mire-filled box. This once perfectly immaculate, clean room of the mind, became but a vile cave and to Yennefer's delight, it was easy to see the effects. Yennefer's grip was entirely gone and her face blank, perhaps still left with shreds of former fear but that was not a thing to bother about - it would soon be love. 

As her brain was drowned and thoughts couldn't make it through the muddy sludge, the dragonfly could easily rearrange them; they could be easily put into new places, reshaped or most likely just removed. Busy mind was soon made simpler, unnecessary ideas consumed and remade while new were eagerly put in. 

Words were unnecessary, clothes became a thing of the past and monstrous insects were the lovely mates. Marshlands became home and whatever would be shoved into her mouth would be now considered food. 

Yennefer would but then gently let go of snow-haired head, there was no reason to furtherly aid the great insect lord; he already was in and would play with the mud of Ciri's thoughts at ease. So she got to different work and began to undo the clothes of the monster slayer; she untied the strings of her shirt and revealed the deep cleavage.

As the pale-haired girl clenched her teeth, knowing that a strong need to be bred was slowly implanted in her mind, the sorceress took the silvery sword out of her hand. "You won't need it again, darling." She declared and threw it aside, allowing the murky waters to splash and the shining blade to be lost in the thick mud. Naturally, the second sword soon followed the same fate. 

Her gloves were taken off, along with the lower attire of her belly, allowing the white shirt to be spread. Ciri's lovely nipples were already hard and brought a fine smile onto Yennefer's face - there would be a lot of love to be had soon. A very lot. 

Boots followed and as the old blood's breath turned faster, shallower, so were her pants removed. "So wet in here, lion cub." Yennefer purred out before removing the stained panties, seeing just how well her daughter was being repurposed. "So many…" She began as wet underwear stretched lines of juices after itself. "... good reasons to be." Sorceress discarded the panties, knowing they were of no use anymore. 

It was with the edge of her eye that she spotted her centipedous master returning, right as she ran her finger across the mind-fixed monster slayer's lovelips. Her husband was here and Ciri was about to get married

Everything just in time so that they could make love and offspring together. 



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