Capítulo 328: A Lonely Witch (Dishonored 2)
A/N: A Lonely Witch was a commissioned one shot originally written back in August of 2021. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!
Themes: Rough Sex, Breeding, Fucked Silly
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He'd known going into this that it would be no cakewalk. But then, nothing had been simple about any of what'd he been doing ever since Delilah took his daughter from him. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, he knew that he had to get her back. To that end, he would need to infiltrate the Royal Conservatory to deal with a woman named Breanna Ashworth before she could complete her mysterious device.
Honestly, he thought himself prepared, even if he knew it was going to be difficult. The Royal Conservatory was said to be crawling with Brigmore Witches, the female members of Delilah's cult, her followers. The Conservatory was where many of them practiced their black magics, from what Corvo had been told.
But not even his greatest expectations could prepare him for what he actually found, once he managed to sneak his way past the guards and overseers and enter the Royal Conservatory itself. Having scaled the outside wall, Corvo had found a partially opened window for him to slip in through, using it to enter via an empty bedroom.
As he'd stepped out into a hall, carefully closing the door to said bedroom behind him, he'd noted that it seemed to be some sort of makeshift dormitory… and had found himself drawn by strange noises coming from another slightly open door just down the hall. He should have moved on, probably. As he'd gotten closer, he'd been able to distinguish the sounds for what they were… a woman, pleasuring herself on her bed.
Normally, Corvo wouldn't have intruded. Just because she clearly forgot to close her door all the way, didn't give him the right. And sure, she was an enemy… but the idea of interrupting her in the midst of masturbating to silence her or what have you… it didn't sit well with him. He would have turned away too, he would have moved on… if he didn't hear his name from her lips.
"Corvo… Corvo Attano…"
She moans it out, even as Corvo stiffens, eyes widening beneath his signature mask. Briefly, he believes that she's noticed him standing in the crack of doorway staring at her, and he tenses up, ready to burst into the room and silence her in truth before she can raise the alarm. But then he realizes what's actually happening. She's not looking at him at all… she's moaning his name AS she plays with herself.
"T-That's right… I'm completely at your, oooh, mercy. Give it to me. Give me your big… fat… cock. Nnngh, I want it, unf, unf, unf!"
Her hips arch off the bed, her fingers driving into her pussy three at a time as her other hand plays with one of her tits. She's very notably a Brigmore Witch, with all of the transformation that entails… and yet, she's not unattractive. Certainly, her desire to be… what, captured by him? That makes her very attractive indeed.
For a moment, Corvo wonders to himself if he's really going to do this. Is he really going to enter this room to give this witch what she needs, all on the off chance that she'll capitulate and submit to him? She could be an incredible source of information. She could be exactly what he needed to get through the Royal Conservatory in one piece. With her helping him, completing his objective should be fucking easy.
For just that moment, he hesitates… then he thinks of Emily's face, frozen in a rictus of terror as Delilah turned her to stone. For her, for his daughter… he'd do anything.
Easing the door open, Corvo slips into the bedroom, keeping an eye on the witch on the bed the entire time. Naked and writhing under her own hands, her eyes are closed, her mouth open as she wiggles and moans at her own touch. She doesn't notice as he comes in and properly closes and locks the door behind him. Nor does she notice his approach.
She certainly notices when he leaps atop her, one gloved hand covering her moaning mouth while he brings his blade to her neck with the other, causing her to freeze in stupefied shock at the sudden turn in events. Her eyes flutter open and then go absurdly wide as she recognizes who's atop her, staring up into his mask in abject shock.
Corvo leans in close and growls, doing his best to… sell the act so to speak.
"I heard you having a good time in here and thought you might like to make your fantasy… a reality. Is that something you might be interested in?"
He watches her closely for any deception, but her fear quickly gives way to excitement, the witch nodding as best she can as he draws the blade away from her neck just enough to let her do so. Not sensing any deceit as far as he can tell, Corvo grunts and pulls the blade entirely away, folding it up and holstering it as he looks down at her.
After a moment, he gestures to his crotch and the witch shivers before nodding again, remaining quiet and submissive as she reaches out and begins unbuckling his belt buckle, pulling at his pants until finally, his cock comes free. She wastes no time with it, grabbing hold of his dick with both hands and stroking it up and down as her chest begins to heave with panting breaths that push against the leather of his glove.
… At this point, he's in too deep to back out. There's no stopping this now, is there? If she screams, well, she's the one who's got him by the cock now. And so, trusting in the witch's libido, Corvo releases her face, letting her mouth go as he instead plants his hands on either side of her head. He needs to keep control of this encounter at all costs. It's what she expects. He can't let a single ounce of unease or fear show through.
So, he leans forward, his cock surging up to just above her breasts as her hands move with it, continuing to stroke even now that it's pointed down right at her mouth.
"Suck it."
The order is followed without question, the witch taking his dick in her mouth a moment later as her eyes flicker between it and his masked face, as if she's looking for approval. Well, she can't see his expression, so Corvo settles for resting a hand atop her head, lacing his fingers through her hair as he… tries to figure out what she might want him to say.
"Good girl."
That certainly seems to do the trick, because she quickly redoubles her efforts, sucking even more of his cock, her hands sliding down closer and closer to the base, giving ground to her mouth as she lifts her head higher up off of the pillow to take more and more of him into her gaping maw. Corvo groans at the pleasure, tilting his head back in enjoyment of the witch's technique… and is rewarded with even MORE enthusiasm in response.
"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"
Taking him all the way to the hilt eventually, the witch ultimately lets her hands drop away from his cock. One stays very near, placed on his balls where she gropes and massages his nut sack to her heart's content. But the other slides back down between her legs, and the schlick wet sounds of fingers pistoning in and out of a needy, horny cunt fill the air right alongside her choking and gagging and gurgling all along every last inch of his cock.
"Fuck… that's good."
It'd been a while for him, just as it'd VERY clearly been a while for her. Still, he'd never not been well-endowed. His cock had always been… sizable. And indeed, the witch seemed to be enjoying his member as much as the late Empress had. It felt a little like a betrayal, engaging in such… debauchery, but Jessamine was over a decade dead at this point. He couldn't… he was only a man, at the end of the day.
"Keep going. I know you can handle more."
His tone is rough and aggressive, as he firms up his grip on the witch's hair and begins to finally thrust forward, taking a more active role in the oral sex. They go from her enthusiastically deep throating his cock to him face fucking her in mere seconds, not changing much in the grand scheme of things, but certainly increasing the pace a fair bit.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
Still, the more he fucks her mouth and throat, the closer Corvo can feel himself getting. And he can't afford to make an enemy of this woman… which means it's time to move onto the main event. Abruptly and rather roughly pulling free of her throat, Corvo's cock leaves the witch's lips with a pop, causing her to gasp and pant and moan as he moves down the length of her body, his grip on her hair remaining. He drags her with him, yanking her up off of her back and spinning her around so he can manhandle her into position on her hands and knees.
Not fighting him in the slightest, the witch mere moans louder, more wantonly, wiggling her ass back in his direction. Well, his cock is rock hard and ready for more, so Corvo doesn't hesitate to give it to her. Her pussy lips are currently spread open by her fingers, and so it's as easy as thrusting forward to enter her, filling her cunt with his cock right then and there.
He covers her mouth with his hand again a moment later to cut off the loud, keening squeal that tries to exit the witch's throat, but other than that, there's nothing stopping him from fucking her silly… and so he does, pounding into her from behind with all his might… and all his pent-up lust too. It's been far, far too long.
The last time he might have had an opportunity like this… it would have been during the mission where he'd taken care of the Pendletons. There would almost certainly have been girls at The Golden Cat who would have loved to give him the time of day. But Corvo had still been too fresh off of Jessamine's murder at the time. More than that, he'd been single-mindedly focused on the task at hand… not just handling the Pendleton brothers, but also finding and rescuing Emily, both his daughter and the Princess.
After that, his time was taken up in raising Emily Kaldwin to be the sort of Empress her mother could have been proud of. As her Protector, sacrifices had to be made. But perhaps he should have found time to blow off steam sometime before now, given that he was finding himself buried ball's deep in a woman who should have been an enemy.
At some point, Corvo's hand falls away from the witch's mouth, both of his hands eventually settling on her hips so he can fuck her harder. Her voice grows louder and more impassioned, and she cries out in an ugly manner befitting a woman being fucked hard and fast by a very large dick. Her pussy walls clench down hard around his cock, and she cums more times than Corvo can count, certainly more times then he can keep track of.
Pistoning in and out of her from behind, fucking her with all his might… Corvo's attention grows a little lax. He's focused entirely on the task at hand and ensuring that this witch gains as much pleasure from this encounter as possible. If they both come away from this happy, then surely, she'll be willing to help him with his mission, right?
At least, that's what he tells himself as he fucks her, until finally he can hold back no more and with a loud, earnest groan, he empties his balls inside of her. His seed fills her womb to the brim and then some, and she collapses forward onto her face, her back arching beautifully as her ass remains high in the air.
Her loud wanton moans descend into mumbled words as she nuzzles her bedding. Corvo slowly pulls out of her, wondering when she'll be recovered enough to help him… only to have a cleared throat draw his attention over to the door. Whipping around, his blade pulled free once more, Corvo freezes at the sight before him.
It's as if every other witch in the Royal Conservatory has been drawn to the siren call of their sister. Over a dozen women stand in the entrance of the room, having apparently shown up while he was… distracted. Realizing he's massively outgunned, Corvo is just about to pull something drastic to get out of this situation… when the first among them suddenly shucks her shirt off over her head and leaps forward.
"Me next!"
The others all follow suit, and before he knows it, the Lord Protector to the Empress and the Royal Spymaster of the Empire finds himself in the middle of a massive orgy, a reverse gangbang as the lonely witches of Delilah's little cult all apparently find him far too appealing to kill. All of them want a piece of him… and all Corvo can do is hope there's enough of him to go around.
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Sometime later, Empress Emily Kaldwin, reinstated of course, sits upon her throne, tapping the arm of it with a finger rather… mulishly. While it was all well and good that she'd been released from her stone prison, while it was all well and good that Delilah had been defeated and deposed, and everything was going back to normal…
Well, no. That was the problem. Everything was NOT going back to normal. Dunwall Tower was once again Emily's, and she was once again Empress. That was good, that was how it was supposed to be. It was what she'd been training her whole life for. But things… things weren't as good as they could be, mostly because of how her father and Royal Spymaster had gone about taking down Delilah in the first place.
Even as Emily sits there upon her throne, a side door suddenly opens, and a pair of heavily pregnant witches stride through, going across the throne room and out the other door. They're cradling their bellies and giggling to one another, and barely pay her any mind as they continue on their way. Emily's nostrils flare, and the young Empress clutches at the arms of her throne in… something akin to anger, she thinks.
It's not FAIR! While she would never begrudge her father his happiness, she wasn't sure that Corvo needed to impregnate over a dozen women just to be happy! Certainly, he hadn't had to go and breed the followers of their enemy, even if they had changed loyalties remarkably fast as a result! The way her father told it, it'd all happened so quickly that he hadn't had time to stop and consider any other options, but Emily… Emily knew better. She knew men or liked to think she did.
D-Damn it all… why did Corvo have to go and knock up all of those witches? Some were even telling her to call them 'mother', as if!
… I-If anyone should be the subject of her father's physical affections, it s-should be HER!
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