Yennefer Unaware of the Shrunken Geralt of Rivia – The Witcher
Pre-context: Yennefer manipulated her way into the Mayor’s home and then enchanted all the servants into a massive orgy. They danced around one another with silk white cloth and partial masks covering their tender naked skin. Geralt was looking for a witch to help his friend, Jaskier the bard. In this version, Jaskier’s condition was a lot less severe and mostly made him act like he was drunk.
The two men arrived at the Mayor’s home. Jaskier leaned on the Witcher’s shoulder as he tried to stay upright. His condition was mild but still made him act woozy.
“Geralt of Rivia. My friend, you are a good friend. Bringing me to a witch so I don’t meet my end.” Jaskier mumbled happily in a slight melody.
Geralt looked at the bard and grunted in a lack of amusement. He found the man to be quite annoying; however, he somehow still felt the need to be responsible for his wellbeing.
“Witcher, you brought me to the witch… But which witch is the right witch, witcher?” Jaskier joked holding back a smirk.
Instead of an answer, Geralt just dropped him into a pile of hay. He then proceeded to inspect the door and attempt to open it. The door would not budge as there was a magical barrier preventing any visitors from entering. There was only one way the witcher knew how to get inside.
Geralt grunted once again before saying, “I am going to have to shrink to get past this.”
He stripped naked before the bard and then cast his own spell. The man’s body vibrated as he shrunk from 6 feet to half an inch. Jaskier’s jaw dropped at the sight of such a magnificent spell. He couldn’t help but stare in bewilderment. This whole event gave him an idea for a song. Geralt crawled underneath the door as the bard sang a drunken tune he made up on the spot.
When a humble bard
Faced a spell go wrong
With Geralt of Rivia
Along came this song
From when the full moon rose
A silver-tongued devil
Her army of none
At her heels were no revel
She came after him
With masterful deceit
Broke down his heart
And she kicked in his defeat
While the devil’s hormones
Cast a spell to tender meat
And so cried the Witcher
He can’t be bleat
Toss a tiny to Yennefer
O’ Valley of Plenty
O’ Valley of Plenty
O’
Toss a tiny to Yennefer
O’ Valley of Plenty
At the edge of her curves
Fight the mighty ass
That bashes and breaks you
And brings you to pass
He thrust every inch
Far back in her cave
High up on her mountains
From whence he came
She whipped out her breasts
Hot licked to his chest
He’s a mend of her insanity
So give him the rest
That’s my epic tale
Our champion prevailed
Pleasured the villain
Now his size rescaled
Toss a tiny to Yennefer
O’ Valley of Plenty
O’ Valley of Plenty
O’
Toss a tiny to Yennefer
The mend of insanity
Toss a tiny to Yennefer
O’ Valley of Plenty
O’ Valley of Plenty
O’
The mend of insanity
Toss a tiny to Yennefer
O’ Valley of Plenty
O’ Valley of Plenty
O’
Toss a tiny to Yennefer
The mend of insanity
Geralt couldn’t help but smirk at the song during his travels. Eventually, the tunes faded as he reached a massive room filled with naked servants. He snuck past under their feet while they danced in a group orgy. The sexual aroma encapsulated the space while Yennefer sat on a couch across the room, wearing a sexy black dress. The giants and giantess nearly crushed him while they performed all sorts of weirdly positioned oral sex. The closer he got to Yennefer, the more her beauty hypnotized him. Her black hair was up in a bun, revealing her pearly smooth skin. She wore deep red lipstick with some casual jewelry to finish to outfit. Being a giantess, her attraction was intensified, creating a tunnel vision to which Geralt couldn’t refuse. Eventually, the tiny arrived at the goddess’ feet. Her dress overhung the couch, reaching the floor between her legs. It was the best way to climb up onto the couch. His tiny body barely dented the fabric as he climbed. Once he made it up, he then realized that he was between Yennefer’s legs. Her smooth skin traveled up her dress to her soft white thighs. It was dark beyond that point, but he could slightly make out a slit and some creases from her ass.
“Hmmmghhhh.” Geralt muttered fighting his deep internal desire to venture further.
He turned around about to leave when the orgy moans caught his attention. There were 20 men and women all fuming of sexual bliss. Their vocal cries of pleasure vibrated through his body and tempted him to give Yennefer some of the oral ecstasy. His hormones got the best of him as he continued up the woman’s dress. She sat there admiring her servant’s performance, completely unaware of the witcher’s presence. As Geralt arrived between Yennefer’s thighs, the sight was breathtaking. Being half an inch made everything so much bigger and wonderful. The woman’s pussy stood four times his size, and her seductive odor was a hundred times stronger.
“How have I not done this already?” The witcher asked himself ready to strike.
He couldn’t resist her sweet flesh any longer as he dove headfirst into her slit. The soft tissue gave way to his movements as he crawled into her wet folds. His desire was to please the magnificent giantess before him. Her clit was practically calling his name. Yennefer couldn’t feel the tiny venturing inside her, but she could feel a blissful tingling coming from her crotch. A fire was starting in her loins that she had never experienced before...
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