Double stuffed by Witchers

Tara Baker smiled to herself as she spotted a large rock at the bottom of the deep and rather large pond she was standing over. Spread across the submerged rock was the mossy Hornwort the young herbalist was seeking out. Her dark brown locks were done up in a ponytail, and a light and frilly white blouse gently hugged her slim torso with a pair of dark tight leather pants hugging her legs and tight ass, accompanying a matching pair of small leather boots. Slung across her modest-sized chest was a tan satchel, where she often stored and carried her herbs. Shrugging her satchel off, she began untying her shirt, slipping it off to reveal a leather bra supporting her bosom as her hands went to work on her boots. Being bent over, preoccupied by removing her boots, her heart-shaped rear was instinctively pushed out and presented; being quite the pleasant sight if any got a look of it. Struggling with her boots a little before discarding them, she finally unlaced her pants and slipped out of them to stand only in a small leather thong. She dipped a toe in to feel the water, wincing a little as she felt the pond's initial frigidness, she exhaled slowly giving herself a minute before she then began wading into the body of water. Once in the center she then dived down, unaware of any on-lookers or others about, the girl herself only spotted a few deer and rabbits, but could hear wild dogs off in the distance.

Calling them "monster slayers" was to define them by the activity that took the smallest portion of her lives. Actually fighting monsters was not as common an occurrence as people thought, and most battles didn't last long at all. The vast majority of the time, a witcher was on the road, moving from village to town, taking care of his equipment, or busies himself with resupplying his alchemical supplies. That day, Arryn and Tormel were occupied with the latter. They need a hornwort for nigerdo that they needed for-- oh, what did it matter. Tormel insisted, and what could Arryn do but comply?

It was a pleasant day in a generally pleasant spring, and searching for the best location that could hint at the presence of a herb was an unhurried task. They didn't say much to one another - being on the road together for half a year, you tend to run out of words at some point - but the hike itself was enjoyable.

Eventually, they did narrow down the location, and from a distance, they spotted a figure on the pond's bank. "Look," Tormel said, lifting a leather-clad finger to point. Arryn squinted, nodded with a curious twinkle in his eyes, and kept on marching. After a few more moments, they were close enough for their eyes to pick up additional details - but too far to be in comfortable shouting range.

"A girl," said Arryn.

"Nothing gets by you."

"Stripping."

"Really?"

"Much gets by you. Look."

"Oh yeah. You're right."

That little fact breathe some new life into Tormel, who was now marching a tad faster with a hint of a smile on his face. But before they arrived, Tara had already lunged inside and begun to dive.

Arryn walked over her equipment and sifted through it with his boot. He squatted by the satchel, opened it shamelessly, and then held it up for Tormel to see. "Herbalist," the dark-haired witcher said.

"Hah," Tormel replied, grinning wider and running a hand through his bright locks. "Spirited girl. I think she's after our hornwort."

"I think you're right," Arryn agreed, letting go of the satchel and straightening. The two witchers waited there for a head to break the surface of the water, the dark-haired one with a thumb hooked in his belt, the bright one with his arms folded.

Tara had a glass vial in one hand as she dove to the bottom, reaching the hornwort-covered stone after a few more minutes. Quickly she gathered the sought-after moss, fitting its tangled mass into the thick vial and corking it once done so. Feeling herself running out of air she pushed herself up to the surface.

Bubbles forming and reaching the surface right above her, her head breaking through with a sharp gasp for air from her. Her eyes opened and widened at the sight of the two leather-glad and armed men there to greet her. At first, she thought it was a pair of bandits, but it only took her a second to dismiss that notion as she was close enough to get a better look at the men. Though she had never met nor seen one, she had heard the stories of the both famous and infamous Witchers and their schools.

Treading water the vial of Hornwoot still in hand, she eyed the two men as she approached the edge of the pond, hesitating a little before she lifted herself up, knowing that the two men were about to get a good close up view of her nearly naked. Walking calmly over to her belongings, her back turned to them for a moment as she undid her ponytail and tried to dry her shoulder-length hair off a little with a small towel from her satchel. Turning her head over her shoulder, her ass to them "So, is there something that I can help you two with?" she inquired curiously before bending down, reaching into her satchel to put away the hornwort among her other various goods and herbs.

There was no hostile air about them when their gazes met, but there was certainly a curiosity. Even a hint of amusement in the eyes of the dark-haired one. She was younger than Arryn imagined. And much more attractive. They stood still and patient as she walked out of the water, but their orange-cat eyes were a bit too bold in how they lingered on her curves. Arryn's especially.

When the silence finally broke with Tara's question, Tormel just slipped a hand out from beneath his armpit to point at the vial that entered her satchel. "That," he said simply, though not in a demanding voice. If anything, there was a strange air of casualness around the light-hearted men, both wearing smiles that were neither lecherous nor coldly polite. The entire situation, for whatever reason, entertained them both and brought out a side to the gruff mutants that rarely surfaced.

Despite some of the stories Tara had heard about witchers, such as them being monsters themselves, she got no such impression from them and their lingering stares. The eyes were exotic in her opinion, different but not unattractive by any means, and she didn't mind having their eyes roaming over her curves after all. Something she was normally rather wary of with most men, a young beauty like her was often at times aggressively sought after.

Glancing down at her satchel at its referred contents she smirked "Oh? The Hornwort I just beat ya to?" she asked teasingly, her own eyes looking over each man, hungrily looking at their crotches before grinning and looking back up at them. Settling her hands to rest on her hips "But.. I could sell you boys some" she offered with a mischievous look in her eye.

Tormel barked out a laughter that wouldn't shame a Skelligan, while Arryn just smiled a bit sharper.

"She's got spirit!" Tormel proclaimed happily.

Arryn, shaking his head with a wider smile, jutted his head at her and motioned with his free hand. "What's the market price?"

Tara Baker bit her lower lip slyly as she looked at Arryn, raising a hand to gesture two with her fingers "Two cocks." she proclaimed with small giggle before adding "Witcher cocks. It's not every day a girl crosses paths with studs like you both." she confessed rather lustfully. She was a tad surprised with herself with how slutty and eager she was for them, though she was desperately hoping that the rumors about Witcher's 'perfect' cocks were true, as she would hopefully have two of them in her.

Reaching back she slipped off her bra to expose her breasts to them, stepping closer to the exotic-looking cat-eyed men, her hips swaying as she stepped closer, her breasts gently jiggling as she moved. Once close enough to touch them she ran a hand up from their abs to their chests "You two, good at sharing?" she asked teasingly, having to look up to meet both their eyes.

They had seen much on the road together, even promiscuous women, but this was a first nonetheless. Arryn's grin diminished a bit as his eyebrows rose and Tormel once again roared with laughter, not believing his luck. "Are you sure you're a herbalist and not a nymph, woman?" he demanded with glee, already feeling a twitch between his legs. Arryn's reaction, however, was much less simple, and when Tara came closer - and his eyes devoured her chest - a hand reached behind the girl to grab a fistful of her hair with confident slowness, and pull back on it just a bit.

"You're a highly unusual thing, you know that?" he asked her in a quiet voice.

Tara let out a soft gasp as she felt Arryn tug on a fistful of her hair, her eyes narrowing a little as they focused on him, smiling still at the man "Witchers are a highly unusual thing too, I bet we would make the perfect trio" she added with a wink, still smiling knowing that he was heavily eyeing her bosom, even if she did possess the most bountiful of ones. 

Her eyes then shifted to Tormel, smiling still "Maybe I'm both? Wouldn't that be your lucky day?" she added teasingly as her hands groped the men's chests a little more before trailing down their bodies playfully to their waists. Quickly and rather slyly she slipped her hands into their pants and their undergarments, her small and soft hands wrapping around each of their meat members, giving them both plentiful and full strokes as she looked up at the two.

The movement of those two dainty hands had Tormel's smile faltering with a squirm, and his cock twitched. They were big. Both of them. Abnormally so, with Tormel being the hairier one.

"You know," began Arryn, voice quieter. "I was ready to put on a show for you, but you seem more eager than a starving prostitute. So how about you get down on your knees, little thing, hm?"

She gave a nod and smiled as she dropped to her knees, fishing out the cat-eyed studs' cocks from their trousers, pumping their thick and rapidly hardening cock as she licked her lips. Eyeing them both she spoke up "I should warn you... I took a potion earlier... and will shift back to my true form soon.." she told them, wrapping her plush lips around Tormel's cockhead, bobbing and sucking on it for a few moments while she continued to stroke the other's cock.

Arryn grunted softly "Mm, back to being a Nymph?" he teased.

Tara popped the cock head out of her mouth, smirking, and shook her head. "No... back to being male.." she admitted sheepishly.

Tormel chuckled as he and his companion peered down at her "Hmm.. even better.. we prefer males anyways.." he teased back, not phased at the possibility of a threesome "Arryn and I like to fuck ass so much better.." he added bluntly.

The currently female Tara beamed proudly as she used the remaining time of her feminine form to suck and stroke the witcher studs; now reassured that the pair wanted her regardless. She now switched to suckling on Arryn's cock, be able to give him an equally sloppy blowjob before a blue glow surrounded her. Within seconds she was back to being male, the naked and smoothly toned twink batted his eyes up at the men.

Tormel hoisted him up to his feet, his strong hands reaching around to grope the twink's ass, squeezing it roughly "Oh we're gonna enjoy railing you hard, boi" he warned Tara, though the twink simply purred back at the mutant stud. His voice was still feminine in pitch "Mm good... my ass can take it... I can't wait to feel you hammering into me."

The hairy witcher shifted his strong arms to spin the lad around, bending him over and slipping his cock between the still girly and heart-shaped ass. Pressing his cock against the puckered boipuss, he gave a hard thrust into Tara. Who reached and gripped Arryn's smooth but chiseled and now shirtless frame "Ohhh fuck, Daddy" the twink groaned out, soon feeling himself being fully hilted by the hairy stud. His cock stood fully erect as the Alpha's balls smacked up against his. He let out a slutty moan "Make me your's" he told the men lustfully.

It wasn't long before Tormel and Arryn were pig roasting the smooth smaller male, the pair of witchers getting hot and bothered, reached over and locked lips. Passionately making out while Tormel slammed Tara's ass, the twink gagging and sloppily sucking on Arryn as he was rutted into. The lad realized he needn't bother being female any longer, knowing that he could woo and tempt hunks like this in his natural form.

The threesome quickly began to emit a chorus of masculine and slightly feminine moans of bliss, Tara the twink was lost in the ecstasy of being double teamed by the pair of mutant studs. Though it was clear that Tormel and Arryn likely would be making out at some point regardless if the cute smooth bottomed herbalist was there. The witchers turned out to be a pair of committed lovers, the two men being outcasts from each of their orders; their relationship likely being a factor. A cat and wolf very passionately involved was frowned upon, even for them. But Tormel and Arryn were in love, so the two decided to go rogue and simply do their profession alone, but together; willing to take lovers within them as they traveled. The occasional female, but the men preferred cock and other males overall. They had dominated more than a few mouthy men at taverns that had bigoted things uttered towards the yellow-eyed mutants.

"Mm, this one is pretty good..." Arryn muttered out between the intense kissing with Tormel.

"I'm glad... the potion... wore off... his... true form is quite tight... and smooth" his partner praised, one hand groping Arryn's muscular chest while the other reached down to smack Tara's ass and then skirt up that smooth arch of his back.

Tara for once in his life felt completely accepted, having resorted to potions and feminine trickery to get a good dicking. Most men he had lusted for, once they were balls deep, would keep going if time was up. Though Tara often planned it not to, especially if he wanted a repeat venture with said cock. With this pair of witchers though, he could proudly have a cock and be stuffed by them. The two animal-eyed super natural men had a lust that was almost insatiable. Tara had never been so rock hard, so aroused in his life; it felt so real, so right, so natural.

"Mmhppfm... take... me with you." he moaned out.

This caused both men to smile at one another as they made out, murmuring amongst their selves before answering

"Gotta break you in first" Tormel growled.

"Hopefully you survive until morning" Arryn added with a wink and a spank of that shapely ass.