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Ciri's Misadventures	By : nitchgut Category: +S through Z > Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Views: 124150 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Temple Guards (Gangbang, Ncon, reluc)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own or claim ownership of or make any profit off of any of the characters or other elements contained within the story.

Again no editor so forgive any glaring mistakes I have missed. This chapter is probably in need of a heavy rewrite but I'd probably take a year to get around to that so here is it flaws and all.

It was almost dusk. The low hanging sun basked the port city of Novigrad in a warm orange haze that went a long way to mask the caked on mud and shit that covered the ground and walls of the small village just outside the southern gates.

Ciri walked past the poor beggars. Her boots splashing in the small puddles of mud. She smiled at them sadly for she had no food or coin to spare. She had been in the south, in a small village when the Wild Hunt had appeared. She had been foolish and had thought she had more time and had barely made it out of there with the clothes on her back let alone her coin purse. If her luck didn't pick up she would be going hungry tonight as well.

The large steel gate loomed over her as she past through. The two guards on duty gave her a appreciative glance before going back to harassing a pair of non humans who were seeking entrance to trade.

Novigrad would offer her protection, for a short while at least. The streets ran thick with people during the day making it easy to hide in the big city and even the Wild Hunt wouldn't risk a full out attack on a city as large and well armed as Novigrad. They would wait, and that would give her time. Time to rest. Time to find her friends.

Ciri knew Triss was here somewhere in the city, she had even heard rumors where. So she kept her head down, ignored the cat calls and merchants trying to hock their wares and instead focused on making her way to one of the poorer districts. On the way she slipped through the marketplace and discretely lifted a hooded cloak from one the tables. The nights would be cold this close to the water and she needed to be prepared if she was to spend it alone.

Tossing the cloak over her shoulders she obscured her face under the hood and walked until she reached the a tall house, its foundations seemed to sink in one side making the house lean precariously to one side as if it was about to fall.

If her information was correct then this was the place. Finding a place out of sight she waited.

It wasn't long before she saw Triss, her crimson red hair would stand out in a crowd let alone a nearly empty city street. She stood ready to show herself when she noticed two temple guards approach. She reached for her blade before hesitating. There were no calls to attack, no magic flung their way. They were simply talking to her and Triss seemed relaxed and willingly followed them down the street.

Ciri's brow furrowed in confusion. The city was on near lockdown. Witches were being exiled if they were lucky, burned at the stake if they were not. Why would Triss be willing going with them? She did not know so she did the only thing she could do. She followed them.

They came to a large well guarded barracks and went inside, two men fully armored guarded the front door making sure no one who wasn't supposed to be there got in. Thinking fast Ciri quickly climbed an adjacent building, crawling along the roof until she spotted Triss through on the many windows that lined the large square shaped building. She watched and crawled making sure to keep Triss in sight before she was brought to what seemed to be an office.

The room was large enough to have its own balcony, so quietly Ciri jumped across, crouched down and leaned in hoping she could hear as well as see what was going on.

"You're making too much of a ruckus," a tall, stocky built man said. He rubbed his hand through his dark hair which was pulled back in a tight pony tail. "That stunt down at the docks..."

"I had no choice," Triss offered as she stood in front of the man who was sitting behind a large desk. "There was an infestation in a warehouse near the docks, I was paid too-"

"I don't care, if Menge hears that not only is there a witch in my district but she's actively practicing magic he will have my head,"

"I needed the money, I- "

"Don't care." The man looked her up and down, his gaze traveling slowly up her body. Triss was wearing tight leathers that clung to her every curve and her neckline gave the barest hint of cleavage. Her a hood that was pulled down to show off her bright red hair and freckled face. "If you need money so badly there's other ways you could be making it,"

Triss's eyes narrowed and Ciri could almost hear her teeth begin to grind.

"No," Triss replied.

"No?" The man chuckled, "Never for money then?" He asked with a smile.

Triss didn't respond instead she crossed her arms and looked away.

"Do you have what I want?" The man asked and Triss looked back at him, she pulled out a small bag and tossed it to him. He caught it one hand before smelling it quickly and smiling. He tossed the bag into a drawer then stood and made his way around the desk.

"Good," he leaned against the desk. "and now the other thing,"

Ciri watched as Triss simply stared at the man.

"It takes you a lot of work to make sure you stay unnoticed by the temple guards and witch hunters. It's very stressful,"

Triss rolled her eyes but stepped forward. "That'a girl,"

Ciri's eyes went wide in disbelief as she watched Triss drop to her knees in front of the man, her hands sliding up his legs to slowly untstring his pants. His cock was thick and hard and Triss didn't hesitant to pull it out immediately begin to stroke him.

Ciri couldn't look away as Triss leaned towards his hard cock opened her mouth and began to gently lick the man, teasing him for a moment before slipping him into her mouth. She could hear Triss moan then the slurp over his cock.

Maybe it was the unexpectedness of it all, the shock, but Ciri was practically memorized at the sight. She watched as the man wrapped his hands tightly into her friends fiery red hair. His cock throbbing in Triss's mouth as he forced her head back and forth.

Triss gagged and Ciri shifted uncomfortably where she squatted and began to blush. She could barely believe she was watching this happen.

"That's it witch," the man moaned as his hands pulled on her head.

Ciri watched as the man pulled back stroking his cock directly at Triss's face. Triss opened her mouth sticking her tongue out and closed her eyes.

With a grunt the man came shooting a stringy line of cum across Triss's freckled cheek, up across her nose and eye. He moaned again then shot another wad directly into her mouth and is if she had done this a dozen times before Triss opened her eyes and took him into her mouth. Ciri could see Triss swallow down another load as she went to work cleaning off the mans cock.

A few moments later as if nothing happened Triss stood and adjusted her clothing. She wiped her face collecting the man's sperm in her hand before to Ciri's dismay licked it off her fingers.

"Same time next week witch," the man said with a grunt as he plopped back into his chair and began rifling through his papers.

"I need the temple guard postings for Market Square."

The man regarded the beautiful red head for a moment before grumbling. He leaned over and pulled on one of the drawers in his desk before tossing Triss a small rolled scroll.

"Damn priests have been complaining of pickpockets so we're moving half the guard from Old Town to the Grand Picket, I'd stay clear if I was you," He added with a gruff grunt, "Wouldn't want that talented tongue of yours to end up tied to a pyre."

Triss rolled her eyes, and looked at the scroll in her hands before turning back to the Temple Guard Captain, "I'll see you in a week," she said before turning and leaving.

The man looked up and stared at the Triss's ass as she left then with a scowl turned back to his papers.

Ciri sat dumbfounded she looked away from the window and stared up at the night sky, then down at the near empty street below. Triss was selling herself to this man for protection. So she could go unseen by the witch hunters. She couldn't let this stand, she had to do something.

That night she trailed the man, watching him as he left the barracks, then hit the local tavern. She followed him in and watched as he drank the night away before stumbling home.

The next morning he left his small apartment, made his way to towards the Temple Guards barracks before stopping at a posting board and nailed a sheet of paper onto the wall. Ciri watched then approached after he had left.

It was a contract, something in the northern foothills had been disrupting caravans. She tore the paper from the board and headed towards the barracks.

Two temple guard stood watch near the front gate and both glaring at her as she approached.

"Here to talk to your Captain," Ciri said and lifted up the contract paper,

One guard let his eyes drift over her, before grunting and stepping aside, "Top floor, office straight ahead."

Ciri entered, making note of the windows, and doors, three men sat at a table their eyes following her as she made her way up the stairs. Two more stood talking across the room. She could only assume that there were countless more behind the many doors that led to their sleeping quarters.

"What now," she heard the Captain yell as she knocked on his office door, she entered in time to see him toss down a scroll in anger. He had a scowl nearly as big as the scar across his forehead.

He looked up at her, his eyes narrowing as he sized her up. "What are you here for girl?" he asked.

Ciri approached and dropped the contract onto the table.

"I put that up not an hour ago, little thing like you that quick?"

"I'll deal with the problem," Ciri said, "but I'm here to negotiate terms,"

"Terms?" The Captain replied "It's 50 crowns plus one quarter the value of any goods you can recover from the lost caravans, no negotiating"

"You can keep the gold,"

That caught his attention and he looked back up at her.

"Pocket it yourself, or give it back to your commander I don't care," Ciri said.

"Then what do you want if not gold,"

"You have an arrangement with a witch staying in the city that needs to end."

The Captain looked at her for a moment, then leaned back in his chair. "What witch? It's my duty to detain, arrest and execute any unauthorized user of the dark arts, why would I ever leave a witch alone?"

"Don't play dumb," Ciri replied staring coolly at the older man.

The Captain ran his tongue over his teeth before stretching his jaw. He glanced down at the orders he had received just last night before the red headed witch had paid him a visit. He had been reassigned to Oxenfurt which meant his three month long little agreement with that red headed minx was already over. He looked up at the ashen haired girl, she was thin, but held herself well, a look of confidence shown in her green eyes. He could pocket the gold as a going away bonus or maybe...

"The witch and I have come to a mutual agreement, 50 crowns won't end that,"

Ciri shifted on her feet, "any goods I find as well, I have no care for them,"

The Captain shook his head, "Neither do I,"

Ciri eyes narrowed at the man as she watched his eyes lower to her breasts, a grin crossed his face. "No," she stated plainly.

"No?" The Captain raised an eyebrow, "The witch said no at first too. But she has been drinking down my seed every week since the last snow fell. She your friend I assume." The Captain stood, "Every week she comes to me and takes me into her pretty wet mouth."

Ciri clenched her jaw her hands turning into a fist.

"I make sure the Witch Hunters look the other way when it comes to her and her friends, and she makes sure I'm a happy man. And I'm never more happy than when she's whimpering around my cock. Tears running down her face from the shame of it all. Why would I ever stop?"

Ciri looked down, her stomach turning at the thought of Triss giving herself to his man.

"But you are something special," The Captain walked around his desk, his gloved hand pushing a stand of Ciri's white hair from her face. "Something very special arent' you." He glanced back at his desk at the scroll that contained his new orders. In less a weeks time he would be gone from this place, away from his red headed witch, gone from this new ashen haired beauty.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't growing bored of her," he said looking back at Ciri. "she only ever let me use her mouth, but maybe." He paused. "One night with you."

"One night?" Ciri whispered.

"One night, where anything goes and I leave your friend be and as long as I am able make sure she goes unharassed by the temple guard and witch hunters."

"Fine," Ciri replied through gritted teeth.

The Captain's face lit up.

"I'll come back tonight, at-"

"No, the Captain said, we start right now." He bent down and kissed her, roughly forcing his tongue into Ciri's mouth. She grunted and pulled away but he followed her forcing her to back step until her back hit the wall.

"Unhgh," Ciri groaned and twisted her head away.

The Captain grinned "Make too much noise and my men might come see what's wrong, You wouldn't want that wouldcha?"

He reached up cupping her breasts before fiddling with her belt and corset. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her back towards his desk, bending her over roughly and scattering the papers on top. He grabbed her sword and tossed it to the side, then pulled on her pants.

"Hey," Ciri objected. But he ignored her until she felt the strings of her pants break open and her trousers go loose. With a rough tug he pulled her pants down to her knees and groaned at the sight of her tight little ass bent over his desk.

There was no foreplay, no warning. In a flash he had his cock out and with a hand tangled in Ciri's pony tail forcing her to arch her back up into him he drove himself fully into her cunt.

"Ahhh," Ciri cried out before muffling herself with her gloved hand. "Fuck," she moaned as the Captain's length buried himself into her body. Her body immediately reacted squeezing tightly around the length of his cock. His hips slapped against her ass causing her body to lurch forward her thighs digging painfully against the desk.

"Unngh," she moaned again as he pulled out and drove back in hard enough to make her see stars.

"Stupid witch never let me use her cunny," the Captain grunted and pulled on Ciri's hair forcing her to arch further back until she was almost touching his chest. He wrapped his other hand around her cupping her breast. "But your such a little whore you didn't give it a second thought did you?"

He let get go and Ciri flopped forward onto his desk. He pushed into her again and the first time it wasn't painful, her body adjusted to his girth and began to warm to his touch.

She held onto the end of his desk tightly as he fucked her roughly from behind grimacing with every thrust. Moaning with every movement and as much as she wanted to deny it every touch felt better than the last. She closed her eyes and tried ignore the every intensifying pleasure coursing from between her legs as his fucking became faster and faster until finally he groaned and drove himself into her as deeply as he could before spilling his seed into her womb.

He fell forward leaning over her.

"Good job," he congratulated her. "Your definitely tighter than the whores in Old Town."

Ciri laid there for a moment catching her breathe shuddering as she felt his cock slip from her body, his cum spilling from her pussy and running down her inner thigh.

"We done?" she asked knowing the answer.

"Not even close," The Captain replied, his response didn't surprise her but the feeling of handcuffs slapping over her wrists did. She twisted but was too slow as the dimeritium bands were clasped around her hands pinning her arms behind her back.

"What the hell," she twisted onto the desk until she was on her back and stared up at him. "This wasn't apart of the deal,"

His eyes drifted down to between her legs, her cunt glistened with her juices and his cum. He grinned. "I have you for one night, until dawn." He pushed his cock back into his pants and grabbed Ciri's shoulder lifting her to stand, he pulled on her and she did her best not to stumble over her pants which were now around her ankles. "I have to work, and unlike some I can't do that laying on my back" He opened a small storage room in his office. "You'll wait here until I need you. Be quiet. Or do I need to gag you?"

Ciri shook her head, and looked at the small room that was barely more than a closet. The captain pushed her in then closed the door behind her. She sighed, then slid down the wall until she was sitting and tried not to think of all the things he was going to do to her.

She pulled on her cuffs, then shifted trying to get comfortable and tried to ignore the feeling of cum leaking from her freshly fucked body. She leaned her head back against the wall. It had been a long night, and even longer week.

She could hear the Captain talking to someone through the closet door, giving out orders and guard patrols, busy work she thought while he kept her hidden, locked away for later. At least Triss would be free of him after this she thought as she began to doze off.

She woke with a start as soon as she heard the door swing open. She didn't move instead staring up at the guard Captain as he towered over her. How long had she slept she though. The temperature had noticeably dropped and sunlight no longer shined through the many windows of his office.

"You ready to finish your end of our bargain?" The Captain asked and before she could answer he began to undo his trousers.

Ciri watched as he freed his cock, "Been thinking bout this all damned day." He said before stepping close.

Begrudgingly Ciri shifted her weight to her knees and rose up to be face level with his member.

"Go on now, earn your keep," the Captain said when she hesitated.

Her lips with parched, her throat sore. She hadn't had a drink of water in hours.

"Could I get some water first," She looked up, his cock blocking half her view.

The Captain's eyes narrowed at her, "The only thing you'll be drinking is my piss if you don't hurry up,"

Ciri looked away, 'piece of shit' she thought to herself before she leaned in and pressed the head of his cock against her lips. Her tongue darted out tasting him before she moved her head to the side. She licked the side of him letting his glands rub against her cheek. She moved forward dragging the shaft of cock against the side of her face until she reached his balls.

"Don't," Ciri paused before licking the base of his cock. "You want," he took one testy into her mouth and hummed around it, "my mouth," she pulled back dragging her tongue against the underside of his cock, "Nice and wet," she sealed her lips around his shaft, her large green eyes staring up at him. She suckled on the tip of his penis, her tongue dancing over the overly sensitive nerves.

She pulled back with a pop and licked her lips. And stared up at him submissively.

"Fine," he groaned and leaned down putting one hand under her arm and pulled her up, he half dragged her towards his desk. He forced her back onto her knees before her grabbed a canteen and brought it to her lips. He titled it pouring the water unceremoniously all over her face.

Ciri swallowed a mouthful, then coughed spitting water all over her chin neck and breasts. She turned away, cleared her throat and went for one more gulp before he closed the canteen.

The sat onto his chair and looked at her expectantly as his cock stood proudly erect. Ciri sighed and crawled over to him and leaned over him balancing her mouth over his groin. She could smell him, the stank of sweat and sex nearly overwhelmed her senses.

"I could do more with my hands free," she said as she hovered over his cock,

"Do more with your mouth," the Captain ordered.

Ciri closed her eyes once again and her lips parted. He tasted musky and sweaty as she took him into her mouth. His fingers entangled into her hair as she began to bob her head up and down dragging her lips over his shaft.

"Much better than the witch," The Captain groaned as Ciri worked her mouth over his cock. She kept her eyes shut as she massaged him with her tongue and lips, pressing him into the side of her cheek as she sucked him off.

She strained against the cuffs bending uncomfortably over him. Her head moving up and down.

"That's it," the man groaned his hand tightening into her hair as he forced her mouth up and down his shaft. He took complete control pistoning the young girls head up and down his cock until he heard her gag and felt her throat convulse around him. He groaned and let her head go letting her take back control. Letting her slow her own pace as she suckled like the little whore he knew she was.

Ciri moaned around his cock as she shifted on her knees. She was drooling, unable to stop the saliva from spilling from the sides of stretched lips. She hated his, hated it she told herself repeatedly as she sucked him between her cheeks and pressed her tongue against the underside of his cock. She began to move faster and moaned around him, her lips and tongue vibrating against manhood.

Ciri felt his hips thrust upwards towards her forcing more of him inside her enough to make her gag again, she pulled up with a gasp, drool trailing from her lips to the head of his cock before she dived back down swallowing him whole.

She didn’t want his seed inside her mouth. She didn't want to taste the shame of selling her body to help her friend. So she pursed her lips and pressed them against his head before sticking out her tongue and dragging it down his shaft all the way down to his balls then back up again.

The way his face was scrunched and the muscles in the legs tense she knew he was close so he closed her mouth around the tip of his cock sucking on him just hard enough to set him off. His cock throbbed as he came and Ciri quickly pulled back.

Ciri saved herself from having him explode in her mouth but she wasn't fast enough to move away and a load hit her across the lips and up the side of her cheek. She winced and pulled back watching as his cock throbbed in the open air, another line of his jizz erupting out of him to fall back onto his stomach.

She watched as the man moaned and went limp, slumping his her chair. Her eyes glanced around hoping to find something to wipe her face with. The only option being the Captain's own pants but she doubted he would approve and she didn't want to get on his bad side.

So she sat there slumped back onto her knees and face covered in cum silently waiting for the next degradation the Captain had in store.

After what felt like an eternity the Captain finally opened his eyes and took a deep breath. "Quite the talent you got there," he said with a grin before he sat up. "Stand up,"

Ciri sighed and looked down before twisting her legs and standing. She stood before him her pants around her ankles, her blouse disheveled, only being held in place by her corset and belt.

The Captain leaned over cupping her behind giving the toned flesh a hard squeeze before looking down at her pants.

"Kick those off before you trip on them," he ordered and Ciri did as commanded, kicking her pants to the side. He looked up at her, which was still dripping with his seed.

"You're very beautiful, scars and all, you know that."

"I've been told," Ciri replied,

"I'm sure you have," the Captain said as he reached up and began to undo her corset. Slipping the strings apart until it loosened. "I'm sure you've had quiet the hard life. Pretty girl like you must have needed to protect herself," he glanced over to where her sword now rested against the wall. "and needed to do what it takes when she couldn't"

He pulled the corset loose, pulling up and out from underneath the belt she wore before throwing it in a pile with her pants. Her shirt went slack, pooling around her waist.

He regarded the jeweled belt with half interest and it quickly joined her other clothes.

Her shirt, he took time with, unbutton top slowly taking in the expanse of her chest hidden behind her bra. Fully open he reached around her to pull the shirt down her arms until they got stuck on the handcuffs. With a tug they ripped and fell free, leaving Ciri standing only in her bra.

He tugged on the front ripping off of her shoulders, making Ciri wince. This hands gently graced her sides running slowly up and down her stomach watching as goosebumps followed in his wake. He pulled her closer until she was practically in his lap before dipping head down to capture one breast in his mouth.

"Ahh," Ciri wouldn't help but moan as he rolled the sensitive bud of flesh with his tongue and lips. She pulled away which earned a chuckle from the older man.

"Don't like to be reminded that you like it do you?" He asked but Ciri didn't respond. She could already feel his cock hardening once against beneath her. Where would he stick it this time. Her mouth again, or pussy, or maybe he'd take her ass?

But before she could find out she heard something. Movement from outside the room. She twisted around to look.

"I guess the boys got bored of waiting."

Ciri's eyes went wide, "I never agreed-"

The Captain stood picking Ciri up with him. "You agreed to be mine for the entire night, and am I not allowed to share what is mine?" He dropped her onto his desk. "What do you take me for a selfish man?"

Ciri twisted and pulled on her cuffs to no avail. She heard the door swing open but before she could turn to look the Captain grabbed her and pushed her down onto her back on his desk. The desk was short enough to barely support her shoulders leaving her head hanging freely.

She watched upside down and in horror as a train of men entered the room. One after another, a half dozen, then more before she turned back to the Captain.

His cock was once again hard and he held it firmly as he stood between her legs.

"This wasn't apart of the deal," she said

But he ignored instead he pressed himself against her slit. Ciri bit her tongue refusing to moan for this man but was unable to hold back as he slipped inside her wet and waiting cunt.

"Ahhfuck," she cried out. Her upper body twisted, and her legs kicked out trying to push off awkwardly against the desk to no avail.

Suddenly her head was pulled back one hand wrapping around her neck the other against the back of her head. And before she knew it another hard smelly cock was pressed up against her face.

"No, no, no," she whimpered and twisted her head away.

"Yes," the captain said as he pulled out of and thrusted himself deeply into her. Her body immediately clenched around him and he could see the muscles in her stomach contract and feel her thighs squeeze him as her body reacted.

"Ohh," Ciri cried out and was immediately silenced as her open mouth was filled the new man's meat.

"Unnghh," she moaned around him he tongue thrashing wildly against the invading cock.

"AHhhung," she screamed as the Captain pulled out again only to drive back in .

The man in her mouth none to gently forced himself deeper until his balls rested against her nose filling her senses with the stank of sweat and sex.

Again the Captain pulled free of the vice like grip her body had on his cock to drive back in. It was enough to make Ciri see stars as pleasure shot up her spin. The man in her mouth pulled out letting her breath.

Ciri gasped sucking in deep breaths of air, grunting as the Captain drove into her. Her body convulsing around him as he fucked up. She felt light headed, she felt disgusted but she knew this wasn't a battle she could win, or even a battle she wanted to win. She looked up at the man towering over before opening her mouth again. He grinned down at her and let her wrap her lips around his cock and she willingly began sucking him off.

Slowly the two men found their rhythm. Moving into her making her moan and twist in pleasure. It wasn't long before she cried out, her back arching off the desk as she was overcome with ecstasy.

The man in her mouth came quickly after and as much as she hated it Ciri willingly swallowed him. There was little rest as soon as he pulled free another man replaced him slipping into her warm, wet waiting mouth.

Her eyes closed as drool and cum spilled from her lips draining downwards on her hanging head covering her nose, eyes and hair with their spunk.

Ciri went limp and let them use her. Man after man, as soon as one done he was replaced with another, her cunt overfilled with cum, as she was rocked into orgasm after orgasm. She could taste nothing but cock, smell nothing but jizz as her mouth filled with countless loads.

She lost track of time, of space as the large group of men used her as their own personal fuck toy. She could feel them on her, groping and prodding. They started to pull out and cum over her stomach and face instead of inside her.

Eventually one of the men got bored of her cunt and flipped her over, she didn’t resist as she felt him press his hardness up against her ass. She simply moaned like a bitch in heat as he drove into her. Her body rocked back and forth in the desk, her cum covered features rubbing against the stained wood. Her aching breasts rubbing delicately against the scattered papers that now clung to her sticky body.

She came with a desperate whimper as she felt him empty herself into her bowels and felt herself fading away.

The rest of the night was a blur, moments of consciousness. Of them releasing her handcuffs. Of a group of men surrounding her as she sucked on them and jerked off others. The feeling of warmth as pleasure coursed through her. A stench of cum covering her body, hardening and into a sticky paste as it dried. No inch of her was left untouched or unexplored as the group of men use her completely.

The last thing she remembered was reaching back to spread her ass as a man eagerly pushed himself deeply into her behind. The pleasure of being filled so completely. Locked between three men and at their mercy as they ruthlessly fucked her. The feeling of her back snapping as her orgasm hit her like a cannon blast. As she passed out all she could think of is how she never wanted it to end.

Ciri woke with a start her eyes opening quickly only to find one eyelid stuck shut.

"Ungh," she groaned in disgust and rubbing her face. The caked on goo of countless men rubbed off onto her hand and for a moment she had to stop herself from vomiting. She looked down at her cum covered body in disgust.

She was still in the Captain's office but she was alone. The sunshine through the windows and his desk was cleared off except a single piece of envelope with "Whore" written on it. She stood and stumbled towards her. Every muscle in her body ached. She grabbed the paper and read its contents.

"Consider our deal done, your friend will no longer be in my debt,"

She read the paper once more before crumpling it up tossing it aside. She could hear movement downstairs. She needed to leave.

Quickly she found her clothes but hesitated to put them on. She was still covered in the remnants of last night, and didn't want to sully her clothes. She remembered the closet and seeing a few assorted pieces of clothes inside.

She dressed herself in what seemed to be an extra old uniform. It was much too large for her but it would do. She made her way to one of the windows and looked out before opening it and climbing down. Her real clothes held tightly under one arm and her sword on her back and headed to the closet bath house.

It was almost a half day later before she left the bathhouse, spending most of her time soaking away her sore muscles and cum covered skin. She almost felt human again, good enough to track down Triss and figure out a way to tell her she no longer needed to bother herself with the Temple Guard Captain.

She looked upon the leaning house for a moment. It had been ages since she had last saw Triss, and after last night it would be nice to see a friend again.

She knocked and nobody answered, she couldn't' help herself and opened the door. She could hear faint chanting and an orange glow coming from upstairs. Carefully she creeped up to the room, and peaked through the door.

There Triss was, seemingly in the middle of a spell, chanting at another woman who was wearing a cloak and standing in a small marked circle. . She waited until the ritual was over before knocking on the door and opening it slowly.

Triss's eyes lit up as soon as she noticed. "Ciri," Triss exclaimed and bounded over to envelope her into a hug. "How long-"

"Too long," Ciri replied and relaxed in her friends embrace. They pulled apart and Triss noticed Ciri looking at the back of the hooded other women.

"Come in come in," Triss said pulling her into her room. "It's been so long you must tell me where you've been, what you've been up to,"

Ciri nodded but first needed to know who the other person was, "Who is she," Ciri asked.

Triss looked dumbfounded for a moment then finally clued in. "Oh, that?" Triss said before speaking a handful of words Ciri would not understand, The woman turned and Ciri was shocked to find herself face to face with Triss's doppelganger.

"It's no one, an illusion." Triss explained. "A spell I've been working on."

Ciri's felt her stomach drop.

"She looks like me, smells like me, acts like me," Triss said, "but," with another phrase the illusion vanished in smoke."she's not real, just an illusion. With how dangerous the city has become for witches I decided to play it safe, the illusion lets me-" Triss paused and blushed. "- lets say it lets me do things I would normally never do in order to keep myself and my friends safe."

Ciri's head spun and for a moment, and her stomach; still full with the cum of a dozen men turned making her feel sick. She needed to sit down before she puked.

~The end~
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