The Witcher's Legacy: Pt. 07

"I hope she speaks with Sister Breowyn to get the help she needs. A night of prayer at the Chapel with her would do Charlotte some good." Talus' voice strained at these words too.

The ladder barely creaked as Charlotte, clinging to the hope that she could make things right, climbed back into the light and rushed off towards the salvation.

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Back on the bed, Sarah watched her leave. Through the wall. Her constant feedings on Baron's cum had reinvigorated her magical prowess and she was enjoying using it, although not as much as she enjoyed fucking this gorgeous, slightly corrupted man.

She had no plans to let this one go, and between the three Ladies of the Wood, there was more than enough arcane skill to make sure Baron stayed this perfect for as long as they all lived.

The idea was delicious. They just needed a way to keep Charlotte alive that long, so they could all enjoy mating with him while corrupting and distorting true love for their own dark pleasures.

"You did so well, Baron. She believed every word that came out of your mouth. She always does."

One of Sarah's hands was already rubbing his cock through his pants. The other was undoing them to set his big prick free. It was already hardening under her touch. It had taken participating in the cruel deception of Charlotte to soften his usually throbbing pole. She had whispered to him what to say as they restrained themselves in front of the peeking Charlotte.

If he'd been slamming his cock into Sarah at full throttle, he would have felt less guilty. That was sex. Lust. And necessary to protect people. Pretending to think and feel those cruel things about her tore at his heart and all he wanted to do was go to her.

Which was why Sarah crawled onto him and smothered his mouth with hers. She was small compared to him, but she knew how to get her way. For once, her heels were off, which meant she could bunch up her long legs, using her feet to push his pants down his legs as she kissed him and squirmed in his arms.

Her thighs spread and she sat on top of him, her tiny g-string somehow still in place while his long, thick cock throbbed through the fabric against her clit deliciously. He helped her peel the teddy off and drop it on the floor. One hundred gold Florins worth of cloth that could never compare to her naked body. His strong fingers shredded the g-string and he tugged it away from his prize, the material dragging over her pussy, making her gasp.

"Mmmm, now that she is gone, we have all night, and I am going to make it one you will never forget, baby." She pulled him onto her as she rolled onto her back, feeling how eagerly and how naturally he guided his cock to her wet pussy and plunged into her. As always, she was tight around him like clenching fists, but he thrust himself into her hungrily and without hesitation, making her moan loudly. Somewhere beyond the room was the sound of the front door banging shut as Charlotte ran to seek salvation as the one true love for her buried his incredible cock into the succubus in his bed.

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The chapel was warm and bright when Charlotte arrived, despite the hour. She moved down the aisle and realised that it was the same aisle she should have been walking down to marry just a few days ago.

She knelt before the main altar, the Eternal Flame spilling heat across her features. The altar of Melitele had been moved to the small altar in the entryway. It wasn't long before the new priestess wandered out, still wearing her long robes, though the hood was removed.

Sister Breowyn was a little older than her, maybe thirty, maybe more. Her hair was straight and black as night. Her features were truly lovely, beautiful and refined.

"Hello Charlotte. I had a feeling I would be seeing you. You look to be recovered. In body, if not in spirit. I think that, since this is going to take a while, we might pray for the Flame's forgiveness and understanding before we take our tea close to the fire, don't you?''

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They had fucked for hours.

Even now, an hour before the dawn, his cock was hard and still buried inside Sarah's milking, squeezing pussy. His back was scratched up badly from her nails. Sarah was truly multi-orgasmic and, if he had tried to count how many times she came, he would have lost track long ago.

Baron Talus was well aware that a large amount of his seed had been shot straight into Sarah's womb. Their mingled cum had spilled out of them in huge amounts as they rutted. Forget cleaning the sheets, the servants would have to throw out the mattress.

He had no idea if she could get pregnant, but he would not put anything past her, or Penni for that matter. The way he fucked Kiara, if she wasn't already carrying his child, she would be soon, unless she took steps. He supposed that he knew a pair of witches who could help her, unless they wanted to watch her swell with his bastards while they took turns fucking him.

What mattered was the gorgeous creature his cock was hilted inside. Both of them were exhausted but neither one wanted to release the other. Her pussy tugged and suckled at his manhood, which he kept stuffed ballsdeep in her, as he ground himself around inside her just to watch her eyes roll back and to feel the shuddering spasms of her sex.

Their kisses had melted into a constant entangling of their tongues, as if their mouths had fallen in love somewhere along the way and were slow-dancing for as long as he and Sarah let them. Half awake, exhausted and still absolutely inseparable.

Talus knew it was wrong. He hated himself and he hated Sarah, and Penni and even Kiara. A small part of him resented Charlotte for not being strong enough to see through it all.

But that was Talus.

The three sluts had birthed a new personality in him.

Penni had coerced him into sex and shown him how incredible it could be with her, this agent of unbelievable evil. She had made him enjoy this sin. So, so much.

Kiara had taken this new persona and given it a name. She called him 'Baron' - initially as a title, but soon it became her name for him. She worshipped him for his cock and the way she felt when they fucked. And she was engaged to a trusted friend, who they were both betraying with their sinful deceit.

Sarah had come at him in disguise, the stolen appearance of Charlotte's own teenaged sister. Even when she was younger, she had been a genuinely beautiful girl, but Talus suspected that this dark version of Sarah had been perfected for the express purpose of making his cock hard. Everyone who travelled with Sarah was dead and Charlotte had not seen her sister in several years, after all. To Baron, none of that mattered. This Sarah was the fuck of the century and everything about her made him want her. Sarah embodied his desire and his lust. She was the one who introduced Baron to the addictive pleasures of her body. The addictive pleasures of sinning with her. Of being corrupted.

Talus knew it was wrong, and Baron loved it. Talus hated himself, and Sarah, Penni and even Kiara, because he could see how much Baron was enjoying fucking the shit out of these wanton whores. A small part of Talus resented Charlotte for not being strong, but Baron?

Baron was enjoying cheating on her. It seemed like it would only be a matter of time before he was openly fucking them all while she sat and watched and prayed for his irredeemable soul, loving Talus deeply while Baron took control of his body and indulged his lusts.

Every moment spent with them was corrupting Talus and making Baron stronger.

Sooner or later, the two Ladies of the Wood, the Whispess and the Weavess, would resurrect their eldest sibling.

There was no telling how far things would go when that happened.