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Bonus: Yennefer learns the peril of dealing with royalty (Witcher Chapter 01)

There were very few men in the world who could induce fear in her, it came from being such a powerful sorceress.

With almost everyone, from Nobles to Witchers, she was sarcastic, even bitchy at times... but she knew when to rein it in.

There were just some people you couldn't cross.

"I'll look for her, but I'm not bringing her here unless she wants to come." Geralt said stubbornly as she held in a flinch.

It was a shame Geralt didn't understand the same thing.

Looking into the clearly unamused red eyes of Kuro var Emreis, the Emperor of Nilfgaard and the Black Flame dancing on the graves of his foes, she just wished Geralt knew when to act with some decorum.

She loved Geralt's stubbornness, but right now it was putting them both in terrible danger, Emperor Kuro had had people executed for far less, and his palace was warded so heavily she couldn't teleport them out if things turned violent.

And despite Geralt's considerable skill with his blades, they wouldn't be able to fight their way out of Kuro's Palace, not with his heavily armoured elite Black Knights guarding the very room they were in, and Kuro knew how to deal with mages and Sorceresses, her magic would not save them. The Emperor wouldn't have let them in his presence if they posed even the slightest threat to him.

"You're disrespectful ways haven't changed, Witcher. Leave us, I grow tired of your presence, and I have more to discuss with Lady Yennefer. You will find my daughter, and you will bring her to me." Emperor Kuro ordered calmly, and as Geralt went to reply, no doubt something snarky that he thought was clever, she gave him a warning look.

Despite the mulish protest on his face, Geralt gave a half-heartened and frankly embarrassing attempt at a bow and left after a questioning look at her, getting a nod from her to go before he pissed off the most powerful man in the world any more than he already had.

After the door closed, Emperor Kuro simply... stared at her for a moment, forcing her to suppress the urge to fidget.

"Leave us." Kuro ordered to his guards finally, causing the room to clear out with the exception of Fringilla Vigo, who maintained her spot behind Kuro calmly.

She had no idea how Fringilla avoided imprisonment or execution for her betrayal of Nilfgaard with the Lodge, but she was almost impressed. Fringilla has gone from a traitor to seemingly the Emperor's right-hand sorceress.

Philippa would kill for a position like hers.

"Geralt hasn't changed..." Fringilla said almost idly making Kuro scoff.

"No, he has not. I have had people killed for far, far less..." Kuro replied, making her blanch, her already pale white skin turning almost sickly.

"Your majesty, I know Geralt can be... difficult to deal with, but he is your best chance at tracking Ciri down. I assure you, we will find her." Yennefer said quickly, making his eyebrow raise.

"I know, it's the only reason he was permitted to leave this room alive. Finding her isn't what worries me, that he will take her and run is, besieging Kaer Morhen and wiping out the school of the wolf would be an annoyance I don't want to have to deal with." Kuro said idly.

"I will keep my word, your majesty. I will bring Cirilla to you." Yen promised making him smile coldly.

"Considering there is nowhere in the world you could hide if you betrayed me, I expect you will. But Geralt must be punished for his disrespect, and I have decided how I wish to do so... I will not have him imprisoned or executed for his insolence, not while he has a use for me, but I have my ways to get my revenge." Kuro said, rising from his seat and walking around his desk.

"Your majesty?" Yennefer asked hesitantly as he approached her, catching a knowing... and rather pitying look from Fringilla.

"As the one who convinced me of the Witcher's usefulness, the punishment for his insolent behaviour falls to you, as long as you submit to your rightful punishment the Witcher will n out be executed, neither now or after his task is complete." Emperor Kuro said coldly as he stood before her, making her eyes widen as her mind raced.

After a moment, she bowed her head in uncharacteristic submission. As powerful as she was, as strong as Geralt was... they couldn't fight the night of Nilfgaard.

"As you wish, your majesty." Yennefer said calmly, keeping her face blank. She could handle some time with the imperial torturer if she had to.

This alliance was always one of convenience, she and Geralt needed the Emperors resources if they were to find Ciri and keep her safe, and the Emperor would find his daughter faster with them doing the leg work... but she had no doubts he could do so without them, they were replaceable to him.

"Fringilla, you know where my preferred tool for disciplining Sorceresses is, bring it here." Kuro ordered without looking back as her fellow lodge member bowed and left the room quickly.

She didn't blame Fringilla's for not trying to help her, not with her betrayal so fresh in the Emperors mind.

"You may tell Geralt what his insolence forced you to endure, or you may keep it secret to spare your lover the guilt, I do not care... but as long as he acts... like himself, you will take his punishments." Kuro said calmly as he gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at him, locking her violet eyes with his own deep red orbs.

"I understand... Your Majesty." Yennefer said obediently, already making up her mind to say nothing of this to Geralt.

In the best case it wouldn't help at all, Geralt simply didn't have it in him to be polite or respectful, and in the worst, but far more likely, case Geralt would confront Kuro over it.

As Fringilla returned with a large wooden case, she had to admit she was surprised that the Emperor has decided to handle her punishment personally, something he clearly had done before.

"Thank you, Fringilla. Get her ready, I take it I don't have to tell you what to do?" he asked as he took the case from her.

"No, Master." Fringilla agreed immediately as she walked over to her, taking her by the arm and leading her to the desk as Yen looked at her questioning.

"Just endure it and do as you are told, it'll be over quicker that way." Fringilla whispered into her ear, making her nod.

Clearly, Fringilla was not new to being punished by his majesty.

Before she could say anything else, Fringilla placed a hand on the back of her neck and forced her face down on the expensive wooden desk, and her eyes widened as her fellow lodge member undid her belt, yanking her trousers down to her ankles, exposing her pale white backside, barely covered by the thin black thong.

"Face forwards." Fringilla ordered as she tried to turn around. "Hands in the desk."

Despite her growing worry, she obeyed even as her thong was pulled over her curvy ass, joining her trousers as her privates were put on display, the slightly cold air of the office hitting her exposed pussy and asshole.

As Fringilla moved back, she heard the footsteps of the Emperor approached her slowly, forcing her to resist the urge to turn around.

"You will count the strikes, if you miss one we will start over." Kuro said calmly, and before she could reply, something long and thin struck her left buttocks, making her yelp at the sudden pain.

"I... one!" Yennefer said quickly, her eyes wide as he struck again, forcing her to count.

The Emperor of Nilfgaard... was cropping her backside. She was definitely not telling Geralt, or anyone, about this... for such a powerful sorceress to be treated like a disobedient child was humiliating, to have her ass cropped by the stern man as her colleague watched them.

Geralt might even find it amusing, or worse... get ideas from it.

As one of the strikes, the twenty-fifth to be exact, struck her quim directly, she moaned before her eyes shot open, a burst of pleasure rushing through her body.

It caught her so off guard that she utterly failed to count, something she only noticed moments too late.

"Disappointing, Yennefer. I expected better of a woman of your reputation. Fringilla handled her punishment far better, and I wasn't so merciful to her." Kuro drawled as she felt her face flush. "We will start over."

As the next blow came down, her eyes widened at the different feeling, his hand resting on her slightly sore ass, gently caressing the soft flesh before it moved to her slit, his fingers running along her somewhat wet pussy, moving back just as quickly before the crop came back down on her ass, making her start counting again.

It had never occurred to her that the Emperor has as much lust in him as any other man, and as she stated theirs bent over and naked below the waist except for her black leggings reaching her mid-thigh, she re-evaluated how much trouble she was in.

After every ten strikes, the Emperor's hand would come to her firm backside, caressing and molesting her red buttocks and slowly wettening cunt.

If the Emperor chose to push this further, if he took advantage of her exposed state and violated her... she would be able to do nothing to stop him.

This palace was warded so only permitted mages could use magic here, and she wasn't one of them.

She was as powerless as any other woman, and even if she wasn't... if she attacked the Emperor of Nilfgaard, there was no good way for that to end for her.

"T-thirty." She counted as his crop struck her cunt once more, shuddering at the sensation of the enchanted crop hitting her clit, something she had realised quickly enough.

"Hm, that will be enough of that for now." Kuro said with a cold tone as he pushed the top of the crop against her slit, rubbing it against her slightly as she moaned reluctantly, the constant strikes pushing her to the edge of climax despite the precarious situation she was in. "Despite your usual superiority complex, you took your punishment well, Yennefer... I suppose I can reward you." He said, pulling the crop back.

"T-that... isn't necessary, your Majesty." Yennefer said quickly, before his hand returned to her mound, forcing her to moan as a pair of long fingers pushed into her magically tight cunt.

"I insist." Kuro replied simply, pumping his fingers into her needy cunt as she moaned and whimpered, rapidly reaching her climax and letting out a half-scream as she came around his invasive digits.

Panting, she felt his fingers pull out of her, and his hand pull her from the desk, making her fall to the floor in front of him as her legs failed her, her juices covering her thighs...

As his fingers were pushed against her lips, she didn't need orders to understand as she opened wide, licking and sucking them clean of her surprisingly enjoyable arousal.

As he pulled his hand back, staring down at her, she was acutely aware of her current position, sitting on the floor with her head level with the Emperors crotch, a bulge noticeable against his expensive trousers.

As his hand came to his belt, she took a deep breath and prepared herself to endure through this, it wasn't like she was a prudish woman who had a problem with orally pleasing a man... but she was rather picky in her choice of partners and having the decision taken out of her hand hurt her pride.

As his remarkable well-endowed shaft was exposed, she let out a shocked gasp at the sheer girth and length of the dick hovering in front of her face, admitting mentally that it was the biggest she had ever seen, and as he rested it along her face, she simply obediently sat there, mentally apologising to Geralt for the unwilling betrayal about to take place.

"The next time Geralt decides to be his disrespectful self, I will think fondly of this moment... when his lover was on her knees with my shaft resting on her face. It might just keep him alive." Kuro said simply. "Fringilla, strip and join her." He ordered.

"Yes, Master." Fringilla agreed immediately, her clothes magically banished as she fell to her knees and crawled next to Yennefer.

Moving back behind his desk, he pulled out his chair and sat down, giving them both a stern look, causing Fringilla to crawl towards him, Yennefer following her lead after a moment of hesitation.

"Pleasure me, Sorceresses." Kuro ordered calmly, Fringilla shooting into action as she leaned forwards and took the bulbous tip in her mouth, making Yennefer hesitate before she too leaned forwards and pressed her lips against the shaft. Reluctant and filled with guilt, she ran her lips along his shaft, staring up into his amused gaze, her hand gently fondling his ballsack.

"Is there any way to get back at a man who disrespects you than by returning the disrespect tenfold? No matter how irritating or cocky he may be, I will simply think back to the moment his beloved Yennefer, bound to him by a wish, was on her knees before me pleasuring my royal shaft." Kuro said with a hint of triumph in his tone as Fringilla pulled back, gripping Yennefer's head gently and forcing her to take the tip in her mouth, guiding her lips down his prodigious shaft. "In truth, I have desired to see you on your knees servicing me with your snarky mouth from the first time you spoke, Geralt simply gave me the reason."

Unable to respond, she simply allowed her fellow sorceress to guide her head deeper, taking the thick shaft into her right throat, Fringilla's naked breast pressing against her back as she forced Yennefer's head to take the fat dick all the way, her nose pressing against his thin pubes as she chocked slightly, her eyes watering and her makeup running down her face.

Her image of the Emperor had changed rapidly over the last hour or so... but his power still remained true, and fighting him would end in tragedy for her and Geralt, and if sucking the Emperor's dick was what it took to save Ciri, she'd spend the next week on her knees.

Falling into her own mind, she took her mind off the violation of her mouth that was taking place, zoning out and simply allowing it to happen, minutes passing of her head being guided along the dick before she was suddenly pulled back, blinking in confusion before reality hit her... along with a thick string of cum.

Flinching as it struck her face and hair, she was unsurprised when Fringilla forced her to open her mouth, the next string landing on her lips and tongue, the salty taste making her scowl slightly, the third and final burst spattered onto her top, the black velvet stained with white sees as Kuro let out a satisfied sigh.

"You are excused, Yennefer. I expect a weekly report from you on both the Witcher's and your progress in your assigned task, delivered in person." Kuro ordered as she rose to her feet, the cum dripping down her face, her makeup ruined.

"I... of course, your majesty." Yennefer said with a bow, an unwelcome feeling of helplessness filling her.

"I must say, I enjoy your presence far more like this, submissive and covered in cum. It suits you, sorceress." Kuro said with a smirk. "If Geralt continues his usual attitude I do believe I'll... allow him to be present for your next punishment, perhaps it would help get the message into his extraordinarily think skill."

"T-that won't be necessary, Your Majesty... I'll make sure he is more well behaved next time." Yen promised quickly, making him smirk.

"See that you do, Fringilla... I believe our guest requires a bath before she leaves."

Later -

Washing her face as she laid in the Emperor's private bath, she stared at Fringilla.

"I am not going to apologise, you know why I can't defy the Emperor." Fringilla said after a moment.

"How did this happen? Emperor Kuro has never shown this kind of interest before..." Yennefer asked, admitting that Fringilla was right.

"I don't know, I truly don't know...he came to visit me in my cell, I thought he was going to order my death for my actions with the Lodge, but he simply gave me a choice... submit or die. He undid his belt and ordered me to pleasure him... and I did it. I sucked his dick through the prison bars until he came down my throat, then he let me out... under probation. Every night was spent in his bed, often being punished for my betrayal before he took me." Fringilla admitted. "I was under his desk before you and Geralt arrived, and he cums in my ass and pussy several times a day."

"I'm... sorry you had to go through that." Yennefer said seriously making her scoff.

"My choices were sexual servitude or painful execution. I have no regrets... besides, you are in the same position as me, do you think he'll be satisfied with your mouth when you come for your 'reports'?" She asked rhetorically making Yennefer flinch. "He's changed, he's still as intelligent as ever... more so given how he is dancing around Radovid, but his lust is insatiable. I've seen him have noblewomen and servants alike brought to his bed chambers. He has been asking about the location of the other lodge members as well..."

"What are you going to do?"

"Whatever I have to do to survive. The Lodges power is broken, and right now my place is under the Emperor... quite literally most of the time. Get used to the idea, Yennefer, the Emperor gets what he wants, and he wants us both."

Three Weeks Later -

Bent over at the waist once again, she writhed as the paddle struck her naked backside once more.

With her hands stuck beside her head in the pillory and the gag in her mouth, she could do nothing but whimper and moan as her ass was paddled ruthlessly, her body hot.

She had been forced to drink a potion before they began this time, and it only took moments before she realised its purpose, her body going wild with need as the aphrodisiac flooded through her body.

Her climax approached almost immediately as he started her... disciplining, due to their lack of progress, and to her shame and embarrassment, she had whimpered in desperation as she was denied her climax, some magical means stopping her from cumming until she was given permission.

For the last several hours, he had punished her traitorous body, and countless climaxes had been taken from her, pure desperation filling her body as she actively stuck her ass out in the hopes of finally cumming, to finally be pushed over the edge she had been teetering on for hours.

Geralt had made little progress on his side of the investigation, though he was now the fist-fighting champion of Velen for some reason, and he had completed several Witcher contracts.

His lack of progress had lead to her being punished each time she was forced to report, the first time she made her report she was ordered to strip and crawl beneath his desk, spending the rest of the very long day orally pleasuring Kuro. The second time she reported their lack of progress, she was ordered to strip and dance for him like some tavern wench, shaking her behind and breasts for his entertainment before she sat in his lap in nothing but her thong and ground herself against him, only the thin lace material separating his shaft and her cunt.

To her shame, she came first as he toyed with her breasts and ass.

He joined her shortly afterwards, ruining her panties with his sticky seed.

And now, three weeks in with no real progress to report, she was being punished once again as the paddle came down on her ass much harder than before, her scream muffled by her gag.

Walking around her, he looked down at her sweat covered face with a smirk, removing her gag as she panted deeply.

"P-please... let me cum." Yennefer's traitorous mouth said as he smirked down at her, her eyes locking onto his hard shaft. "I... I need to cum." She begged, her ass and breasts red from the paddling and cropping.

"You may... when you beg me to fuck you, slut." Kuro said as her eyes widened, indecision and need filling her mind. "Or, if you prefer... you may leave for this week."

One Week Later -

She was a willful woman, and no mere need could force her to actively beg to be violated by the man abusing his power over her...

That was her thought process one week ago when she left, unfucked and unsatisfied.

She'd tracked down Geralt after getting rid of the evidence of her punishment and practically jumped him, much to his enjoyment... but not hers as even his vaunted Witcher Endurance failed to bring her to completion.

For the entire week, no matter how she tried... her climax was always denied to her, eternally on the edge but never falling into the abyss of pleasure.

"Your report?" Kuro said calmly as she fidgeted in front of him.

"...Geralt spent the week playing Gwent." Yennefer admitted after a moment. "And killing cows in White Orchid for some reason. I was too distracted to make any progress."

"Once again, you fail to impress... and must be punished for your incompetence. Remove your bottoms and panties." Kuro ordered as her needy body perked up, hopeful as she shimmied out of her trousers quickly, pushing her thong down without complaint as she exposed her dripping slit, freshly shaven, to his eyes.

Moving from behind his desk, he walked around to her slowly, his eyes lingering on her wet pussy lips as she waited for his orders.

"Today, you have a choice, Yennefer... you can either drop to your knees and pleasure me with your mouth, then leave... or you can bend over the desk and spread your legs, and beg me to fuck your slutty pussy... the choice is yours." Kuro said calmly as he undid his trousers, pulling out his fat shaft.

Pausing for just a moment, she let out a deep sigh filled with self-loathing and guilt as she moved to the desk, bending over at the waist and spreading her legs wide, her ass pushed out towards the Emperor.

"P-please, Your Majesty, put this slutty sorceress in her place." Yennefer said weakly, taking a moment to remind herself that Geralt had already fucked Keira Metz and was cosying up with Triss in Novigrad. She needed this, and the Emperor would take her sooner or later anyway, it was unavoidable...

Moving behind her with a chuckle, he grabbed one of her legs and lifted it up onto the desk, his shaft already grinding between her firm buttocks as she awaited the imminent penetration.

As the tip of his shaft finally made contact with her dripping wet slit, she hissed in pleasure, already feeling more from this simple touch than she had from her entire time with Geralt.

Rubbing the slit along her slit teasingly, she whimpered, looking back at him with needy eyes, unwilling to ask again as he smirked at her in triumph.

With a single rapid thrust, she was filled to the brim as his shaft split her in two, her lips spread wide apart as he instantly bottomed out inside her, the room was filled with her moans as she immediately climaxed around the royal shaft inside her, her sopping cunt tightening around the almost painfully large dick as he started to rail into her, his hands gripping her hips tight enough to leave marks as he pounded into her cunt.

As his hips meet with her ass, the room was filled with the clapping of flesh against flesh, almost being drown out by her lewd moans, her ass moving back to meet with his invading shaft as he practically mounted her, one hand pulling her hair back roughly.

"It's always the same story... you Sorceresses are just cock-hungry whores under all that arrogance. Fringilla broke after a week, Assire in three days... and now the mighty Yennefer of Vengerberg willingly bends over my desk and begs for my cock." Kuro mocked, spanking her ass as she moaned to herself. "Do you know how I stabilised my country? I just fucked all the wives of the powerful men, breaking them until they willingly became my agents under my control. The merchants? The nobles? Their servants are watching them on my orders, their wives controlling them to suit my needs... you're just the latest in a long line of women I'll fuck into willing submission."

She could have refuted him, claimed she wasn't like so many other women who had met their metaphorical end on his shaft... but as he slammed his hips forwards, groaning in pleasure as his seed flooded her barren womb, she simply came again, moaning loudly as she was filled with his seed.

As he pulled out, she whimpered at the emptiness... before he flipped her over, slamming back into her with a smirk as she let out a scream of pleasure, uncaring of who heard.

"I think your reports are going to need to become more... frequent, three times a week should suffice.. for now." Kuro said calmly as he fucked her hard atop the desk.

"Y-yes... Y-your Majesty... of course."

- Kuro -

Pulling out of the now unconscious Yennefer, I smile to myself as I look at the naked woman laying on my bed.

It's not like I dislike Geralt, but when I came to this world... I had a dilemma. I didn't feel like being a hated mutant this time, nor did I want to be a male mage since they seem inferior to the Sorceresses, so I came to a conclusion.

Why don't I just eat Emhyr's soul and take his place instead?

And what's the point in being here if I don't indulge myself of the women of the Witcher?

"Enjoyed yourself, your majesty?" a voice asked as I turned to see my partner in crime.

"I am, Philippa... your potions and spells are as effective as ever." I say as Philippa Eilhart smiles ever so slightly.

"Then I have proved my worth?" Philippa asks as I walk up to her, reaching up and groping her barely covered breasts, causing her to roll her eyes... under her blindfold.

"You have, soon enough Radovid will be dead... and when Redania is under Nilfgaardian control, you will be given a position of power in it... ruling Redania in my stead." I agree as she smiles, uncaring as her dress is pulled down. "Now... how about we celebrate our alliance?" I ask, making her sigh as she turns and bends over the table, pulling her dress up and over her naked ass.

"You are insatiable... but very well, have your fun." Philippa says with a bored tone, one that lasts right up until I push myself into her tight slit, a quiet moan leaving her mouth as I start to fuck the uppity sorceress.

Sorceresses... all the same at their base core.

Just a bunch of slutty sexy bitches.

- Triss Merigold -

Finding someone to help her hide her fellow mages from Radovid's witch hunters wasn't as hard as she expected... in fact, someone approached her almost immediately after she arrived in Novigrad... which was concerning since she was incognito at the time.

Shortly before she arrived, a new crime lord took over Novigrad, wiping out the Big Four with ease as he took over, ruling over the underworld with an iron fist.

So when the Black King of the Underworld called for her, she realised that refusing wasn't really a choice.

In truth, their deal was almost fair... he hid all the mages she found in his hideaways, keeping the Witch Hunters and the Eternal Fire at bay easily, and in exchange, she worked for him... directly.

At first, that meant casting spells and enchantments, creating potions for him... but the Black King was a greedy one.

Looking up into his amused red eyes, she bobbed her head willingly, her tongue massaging his shaft as she took it deeper into her throat, entirely too used to her position under his desk by now.

She was disgusted at first, hating him and herself after every... payment session, she felt like a cheap whore and he used her like one, there wasn't a hole he hadn't fucked repeatedly... ass, pussy, mouth, tits, even feet... there wasn't a part of him that he hadn't used for his pleasure.

But for every degrading session, more of her people survived... how many had he saved from the pyres as payment for her bending over his desk? How many alchemists, apprentice mages and herbalists still lived because she had sucked his dick?

So very many... and her pride was worth nothing in comparison to their lives. Kuro was a man of his word, and for her submission and sacrifice, he had practically saved the mages of Novigrad and many more.

So she had eventually thrown her all into serving him, becoming enthusiastic in her service, instead of reluctant... meeting his lust with her own passion instead of disgust and shame.

She even started to enjoy it, looking forwards to getting bent over and fucked by his fat dick... and while she had her new mindset marred slightly by the return of her old flame, Geralt... he was with Yennefer again now, and he was too busy looking for Ciri to help her protect her fellow mages, not that Geralt could really help her... not like Kuro could, so she reaffirmed her decision and kept at it.

As a moan reached her ears, she rolled her eyes as she glanced over to the side, spotting Margarita and Sheala, pulled from a Witch Hunter Prison, making out, Sheala groping Margarita's hefty breasts as Margarita fingered her.

Sheala had been ready to die in that despicable place... and she was more than willing to join Triss in servitude in exchange for her freedom... and Margarita had done the same when she realised that Kuro had saved her students from the witch hunters pyres.

Kuro might be a criminal, but he was also the best hope the mages had.

What was a bit of dick sucking in comparison to that?

Authors Note: Since Kuro won't be going to the Witcher any more, instead going to Skyrim, I decided to do a little bonus chapter with some Witcher girls instead.

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