Chapter 2 - Witcher Storm II

II

 He ended up sleeping well. Thankfully, Triss was thoughtful enough to wake him up with a blowjob on this big day, and made him spill away his anxieties all over her beautiful face.  

 Geralt got out of bed and washed himself by the basin in his cabin and ate some quick breakfast. Then he went out and climbed up to the main deck to see his officers at ready and the crew making good on their tasks. 

 We might live through this yet.

"Captain!" his second-in-command said. "We're closing in on the merchant vessel." 

"Already?" Geralt planned for it to happen in the evening, possibly even at night. And here they were, approaching unexpected, before he could even prep up any potions. Are they trying to take us by surprise? 

 He had the crew make ready to their posts. Triss stood at their side to take care of the wounded. On the starboard horizon, Geralt could see the smaller ship coming in fast. 

 He ordered the men to start firing, though he had a much different plan for how to bring them down. 

 Already, before any cannons came close to hitting their hull, sorcery was being unleashed from the incoming ship that splintered parts of the deck and set it aflame. The crew went around desperate to put it out, while Geralt held onto his sword, ready for action.

 Come now, sorceress. We'll see how you manage up close. 

 The merchant vessel barely had any cannons at all. They had taken the gamble on letting the sorceress take out Geralt's ship. But despite her power - which seemed great - a single sorceress could only do so much to bring down a battle-hardened warship by herself.

 Still, that took some attitude. No wonder they want her. 

 Seeing their defeat as imminent, the merchant vessel made a last ditch effort to sail away and escape. Alas, even in their much smaller ship, they were no match for the speed of Geralt's warship. Few could match the Exiled Moon. Geralt stood with the fighters of his crew near the railing, ready to jump down and get the sorceress...

 The two ships made violent contact, both rocking precipitously as their hulls passed one another in a splinter and clash of wood. But once they were in range Geralt sprinted forth and jumped. 

 He came down well on the deck of the other ship, looking with some amusement at the well-dressed men holding their guns out at him. "We can shoot!" 

 Geralt narrowed his eyes and chuckled. "Can you?" He strolled past them, taking them on their bluff, and searched the deck for the sorceress. "Where is she?" 

 A blow from behind sent him lurching forwards, though he managed to keep his balance despite the bloom of agony in his back. 

"I'm here," said the sorceress. 

 She walked out of the shadows, dressed in all-black, her lacquered waves of dark hair standing immovable in the rushing wind. "Well," she said mockingly. "Aren't you reckless?" 

 Geralt didn't give in to his bad instincts. Perhaps that was what she wanted. "You're coming with me."

"Or what?"

 Strangely enough, the crew of the merchant ship didn't protest. It seemed as if... they were both afraid and happy to be rid of the sorceress. Strange, considering her otherworldly beauty.

 Yennefer, thought Geralt. Why did he feel that name would end up amounting to all sorts of trouble? 

 Once the discussions concluded, they let the rest of the others take their ship back and go off unharmed. But Yennefer came with them, and rather than entrusting her to the wits and whims of his crew, Geralt took her to his cabin and bound her there himself - rather uncomfortably, to the wall.

 The sorceress' penetrating blue eyes never left him. Even in her position, there was a smugness to her expression and a disdain in her gaze that seemed impossible to wipe off. She exude pride and arrogance with every part of her being. "You aren't very impressive," she said. "Not for a witcher. Not for a pirate captain either."
 
"Good thing that didn't stop me from capturing you," he said, pulling her arm roughly to test the strength of the ropes. Yennefer yelped. Geralt smiled.

"You'll pay for this, fool!" she screamed, angered now. "I can promise you that!" 

 All in all, things had gone rather well. Geralt left Yennefer alone to cool off, and went to congratulate the crew on the job well done. They weren't too happy with letting the transport off so easily. Strangely, Triss seemed off as well.

 Geralt caught her alone going through her supply box and crouched at her side. The breeze rippled through her bright hair, her lips curled in a downward smile. "What's with you?"

"Nothing." 

"Is that so?"

 She sighed. "It's just... You realize you took that woman to your cabin."

"As a prisoner."

"Right." 

 So that was the problem then. They're always jealous. "She won't be with us for too long." 

"If you say so." 

 The passive aggressive act began to gnaw on his nerves. "I hope you realize, whatever I ever decided to do in regards to this, our relationship has no bearing on it at all. We're only friends."

 Triss bobbed her head. Her eyebrows arched theatrically and she seemed to be engaged in a mental conversation with herself but said nothing else to Geralt. 

 He left her there, feeling annoyed, and went to have some food. He gambled for amusement with the crew for the rest of the day, occasionally checking on Yennefer to make sure all went well. For dinner, he released her and stood over her as she ate in total silence, then locked her back up. 

 Afterwards, he found himself thinking about her. As much as he hated to get mixed up with a person he had been tasked with handling, he couldn't deny that she held a certain appeal. Though he doubted she had most of the strength she expressed in her facade, there was certainly something there. She did really try to bring our ship down single handedly, after all. 

 Geralt went back to his cabin to sleep. 

 Yennefer stood where he left her, this time looking a little more sad. "Homesick already?" he asked. 

"You know," she started. "I was rude to you before. I wanted to apologize."

"Oh?" 

"I... I shouldn't have spoken to you that way." She forced a smile - an act that seemed to bring physical pain to her. "I was thinking maybe we could get to know each other better." 

 Geralt stepped up to her. Their faces were only inches away. "And how do you suggest we do that?"

"Perhaps we could spend the night together. Talking, of course." 

"Ah. Talking." 

 He turned away. Not so much because he hated the notion as much as due to the temptation behind it. But he knew it would be a bad idea. As soon as things ended between them, he would feel indebted to her. And how would I turn her in then?

"I'm going to let you sleep on my bed if you want," said Geralt. "Since it's comfortable. I can take one of the hammocks with the crew." 

"I mean--"

 A knock sounded on the door. 

 Triss stepped in of her own accord and shut the door. 

 She wore nothing. 

"What's this?" said Yennefer, giving her a disgruntled look. "You keep whores on this ship?"

 Triss sashayed over to Geralt and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm sorry about before, I... I wasn't thinking straight."

 Geralt gazed down at her naked body and the way she came in, no doubt knowing Yennefer would still be inside. "Are you thinking straight now?" he asked with a raised brow.

 She grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bed, pushing him down. Then she knelt in front of him and began to unbuckle his belt... 

"Excuse me!" snapped Yennefer. "What do you think you're doing?"

 Triss ignored her.

"Answer me, you whore! You think you can just barge in here mid-conversation?" 

 Geralt could almost see into Triss' mind as the emotions played out over her face. The indignancy, the frustration, and finally... the anger.

 Yennefer couldn't believe the nerve on this little trollop. She thinks she can interrupt me? And yet, though she built up an image in her mind of the redhead as being a good-for-nothing simpleton, it was hard to deny that she at the very least possessed a... nice body. She was nothing. A nobody. And yet she still triggered a sense of insecurity inside of Yennefer. 

 But suddenly the girl - what was her name? Triss? - came towards her, her magnificent breasts swinging with every powerful step that she took. She came to stand in front of Yennefer, her nostrils flaring, a single lock of her red hair coming down over her heated and sweating forehead. 

"Apologize for what you said," said Triss.

"Apologize?" Yennefer tittered. "Surely you're joking." 

 Triss placed her first against Yennefer's stomach. "Do it, or I'll hurt you."

 Geralt stood up. "Triss!" he hissed at her. "Just pay her no mind."

 Pay me no mind? The absolute state of this witcher. Just who did he think he was? 

"Apologize," Triss insisted.

"..." whispered Yennefer quietly.

"What?" 

"..." 

"I can't understand you!" 

"Come closer," said Yennefer in a low tone. "I'll only say it for you to hear." 

 How in the world she fell for it, Yennefer had no idea. But as soon as Triss' confused face closed in, Yennefer pushed her drawn-back head forwards and bashed the forehead right into her nose. 

 Triss tottered back, right about to cry, holding her nose with one hand. You idiot! How could you fall for that? Yennefer smiled all by herself. She might've been a sorceress, but who could say she had no other tricks up her sleeve?

 Geralt ran over to Triss quickly and checked up on her. "You're fine," he said, but his tone didn't sound too concerned. Is he on my side, then? 

 The wounded gaze of those green eyes found Yennefer, and suddenly the redhead rushed her. Geralt caught her just in time to hold her back, using the momentum to turn her around and send her to the bed. "Do not get up," he ordered harshly. 

 He walked over to Yennefer. "As for you" - he began to untie her binds - "you'll finally get what you wanted now." 

 What's that? She couldn't understand. Wouldn't she be punished for this? Perhaps this witcher liked her more than he led on. 

 But once he brought her down from the wall, he brought her arms together behind her back and tied her wrists once more, then pushed her to the bed on tottering legs. Yennefer found herself standing before an angered Triss, who looked up at her equally confused. 

 Geralt jumped onto the bed and stretched comfortably. His erect cock snaked down his thigh inside the tight pants. Well, he's... very big, thought Yennefer, a tingle of arousal hitting her down between her legs. And at a time like this.  

"Now, Triss, you can make things even," said Geralt.

 Make things even?...

 But before Yennefer could figure it out for herself, Triss threw her onto the bed... into Geralt's lap. She could feel the stiffness of his cock pressing against her lower back, while his arm came around to wrap around her neck. A dominating move at the surface, but one almost full of gentleness and concern in its execution. Though Yennefer had no idea what would happen she felt... strangely aware that nothing too bad could happen with him there. 

 Her cheeks bloomed nervously. Is this seriously happening? She could feel Triss picking her clothing apart, and pulling it off with the tantalizing rustle of fabric sliding across smooth skin. At last, she could feel the empty air around her crotch, followed by fingers that came to rest on her thighs. 

 Triss spread her soft thighs open, then caressed at her trembling pussy with the back of her hand. "She's so wet," said Triss mockingly.  

 Was she? Yennefer couldn't even tell... And yet the gentle touch of Triss' hand aroused her thoroughly. Why? I'm not even... I don't... Could she seriously allow this to happen? To receive... pleasure from another woman in front of this witcher? She was not opposed to the idea of trying things with a woman, and certainly this Triss was hot putting aside her personality, but...

 Yennefer pushed her head back and moaned. 

 Triss stuck a finger inside Yennefer. Just a finger and yet - so tight. The redhead swerved her tongue along Yennefer's clit, stroking it gently, causing her whole body to react instinctively: her pussy relaxing, her thighs opening, her back arching, and her eyes closing as soft sounds of pleasure left her full, wet lips. 

 Geralt retained his hold on her, saying nothing, but she could feel his cock stirring against her. Yennefer thought of how much she would've wanted it in her mouth at this moment, or even inside of her instead of that finger, but she couldn't even deal with the shame of accepting this, never mind begging to be fucked by some witty witcher that fancied himself a pirate. 

 Triss reached up with her arm under her blouse and began to squeeze her breasts roughly, her fingers pinching her nipples hard enough to make Yennefer yelp weakly in response. Was this revenge, then? It could've been much worse...

 A second finger slipped inside of her glistening pussy while Triss brought her lips down. She took Yennefer's clit between her lips and massaged it, her tongue up and down the sloppy pussy lips every so often to clean up the flowing juices. 

 Do I taste good? Yennefer wondered. For something that should've been her punishment, she got off to the idea that this little slut savoured the wetness of her pussy and wanted it so desperately. 

 When the third finger went in her insides exploded with feeling. A prickle started from her pussy and rippled out in waves throughout her body as a possessing shudder, causing her back to arch wildly. Yennefer suddenly found herself locking eyes with Geralt upside down. The curious yellow eyes caught the glint of the candlelight as he gazed down at her and smiled knowingly. 

 Such a nice smile too...

 Yennefer closed her eyes and grabbed at his arm, taking the finger-fucking she deserved from an angry, though equally turned on, Triss. The sloshing sound of the redhead's fingers coming in and out of her soaking pussy resounded in Yennefer's ears, while the extended and drooling tongue lapped reverently at her pussy. 

 Yes! Yes, worship me, you unworthy whore... 

 Her legs began to quiver in response to the pressure as she neared the climax, the screams and groans that came out of her mouth getting lower and lower until her mouth remained open in pure shock at the pressure she received. The fingers fucked her too fast for Yennefer to even respond consciously to her body's reactions. All she could do was allow the orgasm to rip through everything as her pussy ruptured and gushed juices into Triss' open, willing, drooling mouth. 

 Convulsing, she held still as much as she could, feeling the blaze of pleasure running through her form. Her nails dug into Geralt's arm, but he only chuckled at her with amusement. This is funny to you? But she could only laugh in turn as she struggled to take in air and deal with the wild swell of feelings and emotions.

"You're t-too easy," she could hear Triss stammer. But her tone had become forced, and ultimately came across as meek. She licked her lips.

"That's what you get for hurting one of my crew members," said Geralt, raising his hand to unglue the wet strands of Yennefer's hair from her flushed and sweaty face. 

 All she could do in response was giggle like a little girl. Sooooo goooood!! She couldn't even feel a thing apart from the warm tingles that spread all over. It was as if someone had taken out her bones and melted her down into a pile of warm goo... 

"I... deserved... that," she managed to say at last. 

 She closed her eyes, only to relax. But after the sleepless nights she had spent on the merchant vessel in preparation to deal with Geralt's attack, combined with the expenditure of sorcery during her little performance, and standing the whole day uncomfortably tied up, it was hard to fight her instincts. 

 Geralt holding her protectively, Triss lapping at her pussy slavishly, Yennefer finally got swept away into the darkness of a good dream and fell asleep... 
