The Wild Mephisto

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Silence without, but giggles from within. This was the one. Geralt kicked in the door.

Mephisto froze on his hands and feet on the barn hay floor. A second Mephisto glared up from behind him, fingers dug deep into the hips of the first, unclothed and slick with sweat. A third walked out from a mucked up stall and nearly choked on his ball gag.

Geralt sheated his silver sword - this would need a different kind of monster slaying tool. He undid his belt buckle.

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