Swallowing Lilac and Gooseberries

BY : Oldman-Writer
Category: +S through Z > Witcher 3: Wild Hunt
Dragon prints: 8066
Disclaimer: I do not own "The Witcher," nor any of the characters. I make no profits off of this story. It is written only for the sake of entertainment.

There is a reason for the Adult ++ raiting. Don't let the first few chapters fool you. This is not meant for the faint of heat.

Ciri was walking around her room at a rather fast pace. Her hair was loose and laying on her shoulders. She was wearing a loose-fitting white shirt and a pair of black pants. Despite the comfortable clothes, she was sweating heavily. Constantly biting her finger nails, she tried to calm her nerves, but it failed. Her steps became heavier; the wooden floor made creaking noises under her bare feet, which made her even more irritated. She kicked the wall to let out some steam, but it only made her foot hurt. She couldn't take it anymore.

Eventually, she came up with a temporary solution. She put on her boots and cloak and left her room. On her way down the stairs, she heard Geralt and Yennefer in the other room, which made her heart pound even harder. She got out of the tavern and headed to Passiflora.

When she came back to the tavern, Yen and Geralt had quieted down. Ciri went back to her room with some warm water. She poured the water in the tub, took off her clothes and slowly slipped in. Even though she had spent almost all of her coin on two of the best whores at Passiflora, and even though by the time she was finished, both girls were so sore that they couldn’t move or talk, Ciri was still horny. She had to pay them extra coin, so they wouldn’t mention the fact that she kept referring to them as “Yen.”

Cirilla laid in the warm water, trying to remember hearing Yennefer’s moans when she was leaving for Passiflora. As she was slipping her hand between her legs, she heard a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” Ciri asked.

“It’s me,” Geralt’s voice came from the other side, “I’m leaving for a contract; it’s a griffin.”

“I’ll come with you.” Ciri immediately regretted saying that.

“There’s no need,” Geralt replied, “it’s pretty far. I’ll be away for at least 20 days. Besides, I haven’t gotten so old that I would need help to deal with a griffin, at least, not yet.”

“Good luck.” There was an ominous grin on Ciri’s face. She realised that her fingers are still between her legs. She pull her hand back and got out of the tub, “Who needs this when I can have the real thing?” Ciri giggled to herself.

She put on her clothes, and headed towards Yennefer’s room; as she was approaching it, she rubbed the growing bulge between her legs.



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