"So A Witcher & A Huntsman Walk into a Bar..." by littlemissjazz _______________ [Scene Set-Up: A medieval town, more specifically, in a tavern. The place is warm and hearty with the sound of music, chatter and drunken laughter filling the air among the pattering rain outside. The place is packed with the promise of good ale and the smell of spices bringing in customers. With the sound of boots hitting the floor, our first protagonist enters the scene. The Witcher. He has come from a far off kingdom miles away just to slay a monster. Only thing is apparently, he is being paid handsomely for it by the mayor of the town himself and he isn’t dumb enough to turn down some coin, especially when his plans are to leave for the kingdom over. As he walks in, all eyes are on him despite the hood on his head to conceal his appearance. He barely reacts. He just walks straight to the bar wanting to get some answers and quick.] ***Script Starts Here [Faint sounds of medieval music and random conversation in the background] [The sound of a door creaking open & footsteps as our witcher enters the scene] Witcher: (grunts) Goddamn stools. That’ll add another bruise to my ass on top of last week. (clears throat) Oh, just a *** of ale. I won’t be here long. I’m just here to meet someone. [a slight pause as he regards the tavern woman’s question] Who? Do you really want to know? (chuckles dryly) What, so I’m just entertainment for you because I’m a stranger? I hide my face under this hood for a reason. (sighs) But I suppose it will pass the time. Between you and me, the mayor of your little town offered $50,000 in coin to kill the monster that has been murdering and eating the males here. According to your mayor, it has been occurring since the late summer, so nearly five months. Your mayor found out about me, what I do and offered to pay me for my services. Simple as that. *in a growly, impatient tone* This old fucker better get here quick too. That monster could be on the other end of the world for all I know. (chuckles bitterly at the tavern woman) Thank you for the luck, and no, I won’t be needing it. I have been doing this for years. This is my job. I don’t make mistakes when it comes to coin. [Sound of door slamming open] Huntsman: (exhales dramatically) Ah! Hello again, sweetheart. (laughs) Yes, the usual. And pass me the bottle with that too, would you? I’ve had a long day. [a slight pause as he turns to the witcher sitting next to him] *in a dark tone* Who the hell are you? Witcher: *taken aback* Excuse me, what? Huntsman: I said. Who. The hell. Are you? Witcher: (chuckles dryly) Is that how you address every person that walks into this tavern looking for a drink just like you? Hunter: That’s how I address strangers. And I don’t recall ever seeing you before. Just what makes you think you can enter my town and my bar and get think I’ll be friendly with you? Last time a stranger came into this town he slaughtered half of the villagers here. Witcher: I have no interest in slaughtering your villagers, huntsman. Only monsters. That’s my job. And I think I recall another man running this town and not you….say, the mayor, perhaps. Huntsman: (snorts bitterly) Mayor. You can’t even call that fat cowardice fool a mayor, let alone a man. He is the very reason this town is plummeting to the bottom of the pit. And now this goddamn monster is running rampid in the streets, killing our males and- Witcher: *shocked* So you know of the monster too? Huntsman: (laughs) Of course, I do! I’m a civilian and the huntsman of this town. I’ve been hunting monsters and all kinds of magical if not evil shit since I was 15 years old. My question is how do you know about the monster, Witcher? Witcher: I….wait. *in a quiet tone* You said “witcher”. How did you- Huntsman: You think I can’t see those wisps of white hair under that hood? You are a witcher. Question is why you’re here. I haven’t seen one of your kind for ages since they were all wiped out. You’re kind of an endangered species if not a minority, friend. Witcher: *in a hissy tone* I’m not your ******* friend! And I don’t need to tell you why I’m here. My business here is none of your business just like your business here is none of mine. Huntsman: You...wait. Turn your head for a moment. Witcher: What? Why? Huntsman: *exasperated* Just do it! I want to see something. It’s important. Witcher: (sighs) Alright, but if you try anything, I will result in plunging my sword into your side. Make no mistake, huntsman. Huntsman: (gasps quietly) My God...the symbol on your shirt. It is you! You’re the one I was supposed to meet here. (growls angrily) Goddammit! That **** set me up! Witcher: What are you talking about? Huntsman: (sighs) It seems to me that we are both on the same boat, witcher. The mayor who so generously offered you $50,000 in coin offered me the same to kill the monster you speak about. I have been trying to track down that thing for months, but it has no patterns. Its attacks are so random and it is in the darkest parts of the forest that I cannot cross without magic. I needed a guide. And I guess the mayor realized that. Witcher: So...he never planned to meet me here? He set me up? (growls angrily) ****! I should’ve known! That slimey ****! Huntsman: (chuckles dryly) Slimey isn’t even a word enough to describe him. This monster has been raving through here for months and he is only doing something now. He probably thinks we’re both going to die so he can keep his coin. Witcher: No! No, he’s going to give me my goddamn pay if I have to rip it out of his hands and then cut them off. (sighs) ****. Well, I didn’t come all this way for nothing. What do you suppose we should do, huntsman? Huntsman: *slightly taken aback* You’re asking me? Witcher: You know more about this monster than me and apparently, this is your town. So what do we do? Huntsman: Well… (sighs) Eh, what the hell? I do need a magical source to help me get through the forest. Alright, witcher. Consider us temporary partners. But after we kill this **** if we don’t die trying, you’ve got to go. Witcher: Understood, but there will be no dying. At least for me. Now lead me to the forest. Huntsman: Fine by me. Just don’t stab me in the back on our way there. [Scene Cut to the dark forest. The witcher and huntsman leave their horses on the bank of the forest to feed on grass as they trudge through the darkest part of the forest. The trees, bare and black with twisted branches, loom over them as they attempt to walk properly over gnarled roots & jagged rocks in the black dirt beneath their boots. There is a silence & an unsettling feeling to the air but it bothers neither men] [Sounds of owls hooting, birds chirping & leaves crunching under their feet] Witcher: So this is the place that’s got your village scared in their britches, huh? (chuckles cockily) This is like slight work to me. Huntsman: I have no doubt it isn’t. It’s not about the forest but more about that’s in it. Trolls, evil fairies, spirits, monsters, lake witches, you name it. This place is crawlin’ with ‘em. But this recent monster has put the fear in the hearts of everyone. Especially the men. Though it seems that it is only killing and eating those who are alleged rapists and killers. Witcher: Hmm..strange. I’ve never heard of something like this. Huntsman: (chuckles) Yeah, no kidding. Just a week ago, a father of three was found in the woods, his body parts strewn everywhere. Rumor has it he’s been drugging and raping young women in the night, leaving them in the woods. There are four of them. They all came forward but the case was dropped rather quickly. (huffs angrily) Slimey ***** in the law enforcement here. Witcher: I’ll keep that information in mind. So is this where the monster was last seen? Huntsman: Last time I saw it, yes. It was feeding and I tried to attack it from behind, but- [Sound of a brush rustling] *in a whispery tone* What was that? Witcher: Shhh! *in a whispery tone* Stay quiet. We have company. I sense it near the lake. Huntsman: That’s only a couple steps away! Here, let’s get behind this tree. We don’t want it to see us. Witcher: Jesus, it’s huge. How something like that is able to vanish so quickly is beyond me. So what’s the plan? Huntsman: (chuckles) No way. Nah, I’m lettin’ you take the reins with this one. If anything, I’m going to be the one to kill it first and get my pay. Witcher: Wait...your pay? (scoffs) It’s not your pay at all if the mayor promised it to me too. Whether you like it or not, we’ll have to split it which means splitting the monster. Huntsman: (groans quietly) Goddammit! There goes my plans to travel. The next kingdom over had my name written all over it. Witcher: Well, forgive me for saying that I don’t care to know about your fairytale fantasies of the future. But since you so kindly decided to hand me the baton, I think we should attack it from both sides. You take the front, I take the back. That way, we can trap it. Huntsman: Sounds good to me. We should hurry because it looks like its guard is down for now. Witcher: Great. On the count of three, you take the front and I take the back. One- Huntsman: Three! Witcher: (growls in anger) ******* hell! [Improv of physical altercation w/ optional sounds of grunting, cussing from the men, swords slashing & a monster’s roar/screech/whatever sounds they make] [Sounds of blood & organ squelching as our protagonists defeat the monster] Huntsman: (pants heavily) Phew! That was a workout. Nice doing business with you, partner. Witcher: (huffs) Yeah, whatever. Let’s just lug this monster back to the town and- Hey. Where in the hell did it go? Huntsman: It just ******* disappeared! But that’s impossible. All that’s here is this girl. No, not a girl...a woman. She’s just sitting there shivering in the dirt in her satin nightgown. Where in the hell did she come from? Witcher: Who cares? She probably knows who took the monster’s remains. Come, we must ask her. Huntsman: Wait, wait! What if it’s a trick? What if she’s the monster, we didn’t really kill it and it’s just waiting for us to take the bait? Witcher: (chuckles) I assure you, huntsman, I know when and when I haven’t killed a monster. I am a witcher after all. Now come on so I can get this coin. Excuse me…(clears throat) uh, miss? [The woman jumps, afraid] Don’t be alarmed. We’re not here to hurt you. Not if you don’t try anything rash, anyway. Huntsman: Ma’am, may I ask you what you’re doing out here? How did you get here? [a slight pause] You don’t remember, eh? But you live in this town and you have no family. Good to know. Perhaps you’re a forest spirit or something? Witcher: (groans, impatient) Oh, God, who the **** cares? Look, miss, we’re sorry to bother you from...whatever it is you were just doing, but we need your help. You see, we just slayed a monster that has been terrorizing the males in this town for five months and we- [a slight pause] Wait...you know where it is? Huntsman: Wait, wait...you? You’re the monster we killed? But...but I don’t understand. How are you not dead? How did this even happen? [a slight pause as the woman explains her curse] Witcher: I see. So you were assaulted by a man one night and came to a witch wanting to get revenge. She cursed you to walk these months to fill your feed and in order to do that, you must kill any man that has evil inside of him. Huntsman: That’s why you targeted only the rapists, murders and every other scummy male in this town. I almost wish we didn’t slay your monster form so you could’ve gotten the mayor. He’s the scummiest of them all. (sighs sadly) I’m sorry for what happened to you, sweetie. Witcher: As am I. It wasn’t right for the witch to give you this curse, but at least you were purging some of the world of such awful people. Well, no matter. If you wish, you can come with us back to town. We need to get this payment. [a slight pause] Payment from you? No, no, miss, we don’t need that. Huntsman: We appreciate the generosity, but our payment and our business lies with the mayor. He hired us to slay the monster and once we introduce him to you and you explain your curse, he is sure to cough up the dough. No payment from you is needed, lovely. Witcher: [a slight pause] You...you want to pay us? Okay...well, if you insist, miss, what exactly do you have to pay us with? Coin? Some kind of jewelry? Huntsman: (chuckles in delight) I’ll take what I can get. Even if it’s a pint of silver, I’ll take it. But only if you have it. No pressure here. All of my pressure is with…. *shocked* oh. So that’s the kind of payment you meant. Witcher: (gasps) Jesus ****, woman! What the hell are you doing? Put your clothes back on! [a slight pause] N-No, it’s not that I don’t like it! I just…(growls, flustered) ****, what does that matter? You’re ***** in front of two strange men! [a slight pause] ….Two strange, lovely men who just saved you from a horrible curse? (scoffs, dumbfounded) Are you serious? You’re not serious. Huntsman: (clears throat) Um...what I think my partner means is, sweetness, as lovely as your face and body are, we truly do not need that type of payment. *in a slow, quiet tone as he gazes at her body* Even if your skin is so soft and luscious-looking...and your hair is long and glossy...and your nipples are like hardened peaks in the cool breeze… Witcher: *confused* Huntsman? Huntsman: And...and your lips are so pink, ripe and kissable...****, I wonder what your other set of lips look like. Would I like to see? W-Well- They way you *** your ******* like that...so insistent. So needy. You really want this, don’t you? Witcher: *becoming just as bewildered & aroused* And the way your eyes twinkle like that...so loving...I… (growls in protest) No! **** no! You may be able to bewitch the huntsman but not me. I’m a witcher. I will not fall for this kind of trickery. Ma’am, remove your hand from my arm before I cut it off. [a slight pause] (scoffs) Oh, yeah? And why won’t I do it? *shocked as he is suddenly kissed* Mmph! [Soft, persistent kissing sounds] No...Stop. You can’t just throw yourself at me like that. I-I won’t be able to control what happens next. You don’t know what you’re doing. Huntsman: I have to agree with the witcher, sweetness. As gorgeous as you are, I am afraid that I cannot control my own animal instincts either if this continues. All of the pent-up fantasies I have ever have of being with a woman, finally feeling that love and freedom, will overcome me. [a slight pause] (chuckles sheepishly at the shocked woman’s question) Yes, I am a virgin. The rugged good looks and hardened personality fool most people, but yes. I...I’ve never been with any woman before. Witcher: I… (sighs in defeat) I am the same. I have been in love many times, but I have never truly given my body to any women in my lifetime. You look so shocked. Perhaps it is the ruggedness and the body mass that has mislead you. [a slight pause] And the handsomeness? *flattered by her comment* Well, thank you. Mm...I can’t help but notice the way you hold my hand. So tightly yet giving me space to move away if I wish. You really want this, don’t you? (chuckles softly) I don’t think I’d be lying if I said we don’t want this either, would I, huntsman? Huntsman: (chuckles suggestively) You certainly wouldn’t, witcher. My **** is so hard that I could **** a hole into a wall if I chose to. My question to you though, darling...is if you really want this too. I don’t want you to think you have to do this just because we saved you. [a slight pause] You say no, but I can already see the answer in your eyes. You really think you can handle us? Witcher: Both of us? [a slight pause] Well, if that’s how you want it, then shouldn’t we leave this place? Maybe go to a brothel or something? I surely don’t want you uncomfortable… [a slight pause as she says no] You’re comfortable as long as we’re here with you. Well, if you’re up for the challenge- Huntsman: -then come the **** here. [Rough kissing sounds w/ grunting & groaning from him] Just who do you think you are, hm? Flaunting that luscious, curvy body of yours in front of two strange men? [Dialogue continues in between kissing session] Two men who could crush you right here if they see fit? So you think you can handle the both of us, hm? (grunts deeply) Can you handle this, sweetness? My hand gripping that throat as I kiss you? Witcher: Can you handle this? My body pressed up against your ***** back? (chuckles quietly) I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re shivering. So needy. Something tells me you’ve done this before. Huntsman: Tell me something, darling. Have you done this before? Surely not with men the likes of us, but with any man at all? (chuckles) You’re blushing. Your body language gave you away before. I can’t say I blame that man who has taken you already. Who would be able to resist such a gorgeous seductress? Witcher: (shudders with a soft moans) Seductress isn’t even a word enough to describe her. I am still so sure that you’re some kind of witch that has me under her unbreakable spell. I don’t understand it. I don’t understand how your beauty is affecting me so greatly. *breathlessly* ****, I can barely contain myself. Huntsman: Mmm...your lips are so soft. So sweet. I wonder if the rest of you is like that. [Soft, wet kissing sounds] Do you like the way I kiss down your neck while my hands glide down your hips? (groans in pleasure) Oh, ****, and that little laugh of yours! Are you ticklish, darling? Hopefully, not in the place I’m trying to reach. I swear, that laugh of yours could make me explode right here. Witcher: (laughs lightly) Already, huntsman? We haven’t even gotten our clothes off. (hisses in pleasure) But when you grip my **** through my pants like that...****! It feels so much better than my hands ever could. Well, if you’re going to grip something of mine, I think I have that right too. (grunts deeply) You like this? The way I grip your luscious ass? It’s so round and soft...****… [A light spanking sound] Yes, you liked that, didn’t you? My big hand slapping against your ass? You deserve it for being such a naughty girl. Huntsman: (laughs) You look so shocked, love. Shamelessly flaunting yourself in front of two handsome men, yes, but two strangers? Mmm, your nipples just got so much harder. Was that from my words or from the witcher’s big hand spanking your ass? Maybe you should give her another, witcher. Just to teach her a lesson while I [sounds of tongue flicking & wet kisses as you suck her nipples] suck and lick these gorgeous ****. Witcher: Mmm, with pleasure. [Another spanking sound] Mmm, ****! The way you moaned like that...my God, could you get anymore tempting? Mmm, ****, I want you so ******* bad. My **** is practically aching in my pants. [a slight pause] Oh? You want to see it? Both of us? Huntsman: Well, if it’s what the lady wants then I guess we can’t keep her waiting, witcher. [a slight pause as she asks to strip both men herself] You want to do it? Well then, by all means, sweetness. We won’t stop you. I especially want to feel those soft hands on me stripping me of my clothes. Take what you want from us, darling. [Sound of clothes rustling as you strip] Huntsman: Well...what do you think? (chuckles sheepishly) From the way your eyes lit up like that, I guess you like what you see. I was kind of concerned. Even with the scars, I guess I still got it. Many battles, many bar fights, many hardships. Witcher: You’re not the only one with scars, huntsman. I have some scars that have healed, some that haven’t yet. I have some that will be on my skin for as long as I live. That’s part of the reason I was afraid to be intimate with anyone. I was afraid to… (clears throat) scare a woman away. But you’re not scared. If anything, you look like you adore them. What are you doing now? (moans softly as she begins to kiss down his body, adoring his scars) That’s...****, your lips...they feel so heavenly. I’ve never felt something like this before. And your hair feels so soft and silky in my hands. Huntsman: (moaning in ecstasy) Mmm...God! Your hands are so soft caressing my scars while you kiss his. I can’t even be jealous because your fingers feel so damn good trailing down my stomach and over my arms like that. (chuckles softly) So you didn’t want to leave me hanging, eh? I’m not complaining, darling. Run your lips over my skin. Show me how much you love my scars. Witcher: (grunts in pleasure) As nice at this is, my **** can’t stand another minute in my trousers, I’m afraid. [a slight pause as she tells them she wants to see both of their cocks] You want to see both? Huntsman: (chuckles lightly) You sure you can slay both of these monsters, sweetness? Because I’ll have to warn you that I’m pretty large down there. Witcher: As am I…[a slight pause as she says she’s alright with it] Well, if you’re okay with it, we won’t keep you waiting. [Zipper sounds as both unzip their trousers] Huntsman: Well, here we are, gorgeous. Out, hard and throbbing in the open. So are you going to do something with them or just stare at them? (hisses sharply) You surely take charge. Feeling your hand wrapped around my **** like that… Witcher: Mmm, yes...turn your head and open your mouth like that while I (moans loudly) slide in and out. ****, I can feel the back of your throat! [moaning improv] Oh, God, yes, that’s...that’s so ******* good! Yes, you like me tapping the head against your tongue like that? Mmm, you like this ****, don’t you? Yeah, you like taking my shaft down that pretty throat? (grunting & groaning as he slowly yet roughly ***** her face] Huntsman: I wanna some of that too. Turn your head and take me deep into your throat. (groans softly) Yes, that’s it. Run your tongue down the base just like that. (grunts) Mmm, ****, you’re a natural. Let me just (grunts) grip that hair and thrust my **** in and out of that pretty throat. Look up at me while I **** that pretty face of yours. [grunting & groaning as he slowly yet roughly ***** her face as well] Witcher: (moaning loudly) God! You can’t even fit your entire hand around me. Let me help you then, darling. I’ll just (grunts) thrust in and out of your hand. Does it feel good pleasing two cocks at the same time? [moaning, grunting & whimper improv as she sucks & strokes both men] Witcher: (grunting) ****...****! Enough of this. I’m not going to cum into your hand. (chuckles softly) No, darling. I want to be inside you when I cum. When I feel the walls of that wet, luscious ***** clamping down around my ****. And from that little smile, I know you want that too. Huntsman: (shudders in pleasure) I can’t say I’m not aching for the same thing. Say, witcher, why don’t we switch? You take the front, I take the back this time? Witcher: (chuckles) Fine by me, huntsman. Lay down with us, sweetness. Right on our cloaks. Hopefully, we can keep you just as warm though. Huntsman: Don’t worry, love. You can sit on top of me. I won’t let you sit in the dirt. We want you as comfortable as possible. (chuckles softly) Please, I’m fine, beautiful. I’ve rested on worse things than a forest floor before. This is actually the most comfortable I’ve been. That’s it...yes, sit right on top of me. I’ve got you, gorgeous. Let me just hold your hips steady. Witcher: And I can settle between your legs. [soft kissing sounds] It’s your turn now to feel adored. Mmmm, I love sounds you make when I run my hands down your curves. (moaning softly) Oh, ****, my **** is pressing right up against your thigh. Can you feel me? Can you feel how hard this big **** is for you? (chuckles) You shivered. Do you like me talking to you like this? Look at how soft and supple your skin is. And your hips and your legs...*in a lower tone* and those *******. Your nipples give you away, baby. They’re so hard and perky for me. And that smell…(moans softly) you smell so yummy. Huntsman: You’re avoiding the most important part, witcher. Spread your legs for us, darling. Show us what we want. Witcher: God! You’re so wet. Is that all for me? Really, kitten? (laughs lightly) [wet tongue flicks & kissing sounds] Do you like that, kitten? You like the way my tongue flicks across that needy little clit? How about how I nibble at your lips? [wet nibbling sounds] You like that, hm? [wet tongue flicks & kissing sounds in between lines] That’s it, moan for me. Say my name. God, it feels amazing to know I’m the one making you like this. Can you feel how hard I am? Can you feel my **** pressed up against your thighs? So big...and thick...and hot? Huntsman: Mmm, seeing him pleasing him is making me so jealous. Here, maybe I should…. (grunts loudly) Do you feel that? Do you feel my **** head just grazing your ass? I’m so close that I could just slip inside of you and there I’d be. Witcher: (growls softly) I can’t take much more of this. Forgive me, kitten, but I have to be inside you. And I can’t be gentle either. I’ve never been gentle a day in my life. Are you sure you’re alright with that? Huntsman: I’m afraid I’m the same. I need to **** you until my **** explodes inside of you, so much that I’ll be leaking down your thigh. [chuckles as she says she still wants it in the most unlady-like, dirtiest way] Such a mouth on you. Well, if it’s what the lady wants- Witcher: -then you’ll get it. Don’t say we didn’t warn you though. (hisses & moans in pleasure) Does it feel good feeling me slide my **** up and down your lips? How about when I [light smacking sounds] (moans) smack it against your clit? (laughs through his moaning) You’re so cute when you’re flustered. No, no, darling. You don’t get what you want until you beg for it. Huntsman: We want to hear you beg. Tell us how much you want us. How much you want our throbbing, hard, thick cocks inside of you, filling you up until you can’t even think of anything except the pleasure. Say please, darling. [ a slight pause as she begs for them to make love to her] Mmm, good girl. You get a reward for that. [A spanking sound or two more if you wish] Witcher: Alright, enough of that. We’re ready for you, darling, and I know you’re ready for us too. Let me just take you by the hips and slowly...sink…. (moans loudly) inside of you. Does that feel good? I’m not hurting you? [a slight pause] Okay, good. I’m gonna start moving now. [a slight pause] You want me to just shut up and **** you, huh? (chuckles) Well, if it’s what my kitten wants… [Wet sounds & the sound of skin slapping as you begin to move] [Feel free to use a fleshlight here] Huntsman: Oh, ****! Yes! You’re so tight and wet around me! It’s like you’re trying to make me cum with each thrust. (grunts loudly) Oh, God, yes! Seeing you bounce on top of me like that...give me those ****. Let me hold them in my hands...grip them tightly… [moaning improv w/ wet, slapping sounds continuing] What’s that, baby? You want me to go faster? You want me to pound into that ***** from behind so fast and hard, huh? Witcher: Yes! ****, YES! This is so damn good! Yes, throw your head back and cry out, kitten. Let the entire forest, the entire world, know how good you feel. Let’s see if that voice will work if I (grunts) wrap my hand around that pretty throat. Does that feel good for you? [growling & grunting sounds] OH, ****! B-Baby...did you use some kind of spell to make yourself tighter? Because nobody can be this tight! You sure you’re not a succubus because **** ME! (laughs breathlessly) Huntsman: [More moaning improv w/ wet, slapping sounds continuing] **** yes! Do you like this, darling? Two men ravishing your body at the same time? Two cocks filling up both of your holes? What if I just...take a fistful of your hair like that? Is that good? Witcher: Yes! Choke and moan around my hand, darling! Let me lift your legs up and **** you harder, like the willing little thing you are. That feel nice, my naughty girl? Mine. You’re ******* mine. You’re both of ours. [More moaning improv w/ wet, slapping sounds continuing as you go a little faster] Huntsman: God! I just felt you get tighter. You’re going to cum, aren’t you? Cum for me then, darling. Do it! I demand it. I won’t stop railing my **** inside of you until you cum around it. Do it! Make this **** yours. Claim it. Yes, that’s it! Witcher: Oh, God, I can feel it too. Cum, my love! Cum around both of our cocks. Cum like a good little girl. [moaning in time with thrusts here] Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes… Witcher: [Moaning improv as she climaxes] Oh, God, I feel you! I can feel your wetness all around me...mmm, I can taste it. I can smell it. God, it’s so good! I-I can’t take it. I’m going to cum soon. Do you want that, darling? Do you want me to claim that ***** while he claims your ass? Huntsman: I can’t hold on for long, gorgeous. I’m going to explode soon. Here, let me hold you tighter in my arms. Tilt your head back so I can kiss those lips. [Rough, passionate kissing sounds] Witcher: [Moaning becomes louder & thrusting becomes more frequent] Oh...oh, ****! Baby...I-I gonna cum. You’re too ******* much for me. I...you’re gonna cum again? Really? Jesus, you sure you’re not a succubus? (laughs lightly) Huntsman: [Gradually the wet slapping sounds & moaning become faster & louder] Oh, ****, yes, fill her up. Cum deep inside of her. (grunts loudly) And I’ll do the same. And you’re going to take both of our loads, my sweet. You’re going to take every ounce of our cum in that sweet little ***** of yours. And everyone’s going to know how two handsome strangers took you in the middle of the woods like you’ve never been taken before. Witcher: Oh, God! Oh, God, that’s so goddamn GOOD! [Dialogue falls into nothing but sounds of pleasure] [Grunting, moaning & growling improv as both get closer to their climaxes] Huntsman: You gonna take it? Hm? You gonna take our cum, pretty girl? Yeah? [Go ham at this part here lol] ****! ****, I’m close! Yes, cum with me, my love! Please cum with me! Oh, ****, yes! Witcher: (grunting in absolute ecstasy, unable to hold on anymore) God! I’m cumming too! Take it, kitten! Take all of it! Take all of me right...*******...NOW! [Improv as both finally climax] [Both men cum with grunts, growls & moans, so feral & so deep in their pleasure] Huntsman: (panting heavily) Oh...oh, my God…. (laughs) Oh, God! Wow! That was...that was... Witcher: Amazing. (breathes heavily) That was absolutely amazing. You are something else, my love. [a slight pause] (laughs lightly) So are we? Well, I’m glad we were able to please you. Please. Kiss me. [Soft kissing sounds] Huntsman: Hey, don’t be selfish, witcher. Daddy needs some sugar too. [Soft kissing sounds] (sighs) So perfect. [a slight pause as the afterglow dies down] So...what now, witcher? Are we still going after that coin? Witcher: Hmm...well, my original plan was to kill the monster, get the coin and head off to the next kingdom as early as I could. But now...now I cannot feel that I am leaving something behind in the process. *in a saddened tone as he looks at the listener* You look so sad, my love. [a slight pause as she admits to wanting to leave this town] You don’t want to stay in this town? Well, if I was just a bastard-eating monster that many of your people tried to kill, I’d be pretty damn distraught too. Huntsman: I cannot say the thought of leaving you doesn’t make me upset either. I never like to leave behind what’s mine. [a slight pause as he thinks] Hmm...say, witcher...maybe, just maybe, you could let me join you on your journey. If you don’t mind having a partner who regrets his ignorance towards you. Nothing like some good loving and much-needed ***** to help form a partnership, right? Witcher: (laughs) That does seem like it as of right now. So does that mean we are official partners now? Huntsman: If you wish it. And if you don’t mind maybe a third addition to this duo. Witcher: I wouldn’t mind that at all. (hums happily) And from the way our kitten has that happy light in her eyes, I’m guessing she is all board for this. But before we do anything, we need to get this coin and make the mayor choke on his words. And before that, we need to get this woman some clothes. Huntsman: (laughs) I can think of nothing better. Come, my love. Let’s get you cleaned up. ***Script Ends Here