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Ciri's Misadventures	By : nitchgut Category: +S through Z > Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Views: 124175 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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-Long time no see. As always, not beta’ed so forgive any mistakes I might have missed-

Empress Ciri

-Ciri returns to Nilfgaard with her father to learn how to rule and quickly finds out that the royal court holds its own dangers-

Ciri twirled a quill pen between her fingers, folding the feather against her palm before letting it drop to the wooden desk. With a weary sigh she reclined back into the overly decorative chair she sat. She kicked her feet up, pressing them against the large oak desk until the chair leaned back precariously close to tipping over.

The large hearth roared beside her, keeping the room warm and welcoming. Ornate lanterns hung on the walls keeping the room well-lit. It was comfortable, more comfortable than any other place she had ever stayed. But gods was it boring. She leaned further back balancing the chair on the edges of its rear legs.

She was starting to think coming to court had been a mistake. The Emperor, her father, had left the capital the previous week leaving her to her own devices. But there was nothing to do but paperwork and entertaining stuck-up nobles. She hated it. She hated the way she was required to act, the way she was dressed, the way she was meant to think. She looked over at the sheathed sword that leaned in the far corner of the room and let her mind wander to more exciting times when all she needed to worry about was the next contract and what to kill. She was quickly learning that she preferred solving problems with her sword rather than a pen.

She flinched when a loud knock rang against her door. Her eyes left the sword and darted over to the door. Again another round of knocks. She lifted her feet letting the heavy chair crash loudly back onto its front legs.

"Enter," she yelled and momentarily buried her head in her hands and rubbed her eyes before looking up as the door swung open.

"Your Highness," the heavily armored guard said as he caught Ciri's eye, his head bowed slightly. Ciri shrugged back at him and tried to place his name, there were so many of them and they all wore the same garish steel helms that hid most of their faces.

The guard wasn't alone, behind him walked a tall lanky man with olive skin and dark hair speckled with hints of grey. He wore a dark purple and blue robe that flowed lightly as walked into the room.

"The Ofir Ambassador has arrived," the guard said raising his hand to motion to the man, "Lord Ahmet Javid Aga,"

The guard looked at Ciri before standing straight, "Princess Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon."

Ciri rolled her eyes and hoped he didn't go on to prattle off all the titles to her name.

"My dearest apologies your highness," Ahmet said and stepped forward, "We were to arrive two weeks prior, the seas were not kind to my vessel,"

Ciri shrugged and stood, "One can hardly blame you for the weather, welcome to Nilfgaard. On behalf of myself and my father I hope this marks the beginning of a strong relationship between the Nilfgaardian people and the Ofieri."

--

“The dignitaries from Toussaint wish to discuss-”

“Rising taxes on the city of Metinna will need to put-”

“The situation in the Magne needs our attention-”

“Lord Menis of Southgate has arrived and wishes-”

"Reports of attacks on the Northern route too-"

Ciri groaned, ignoring half the things she was being told. It had only been three weeks since her father had left the capital and it had never stopped. She stared down at the papers in front of her. Taxes, supply chains, planning events, battles. Complaints and requests from Lords and Knights and Barons. Seemingly every last person in the entire Kingdom wished something from her.

From dawn to dusk there always seemed to be someone in her ear, pushing and prodding. She glanced to the corner of her room, where her sword lay. Simpler times. She half thought her father was doing this as some kind of test, there was no way this was how he spent most of his days. There was no way.

“Supply chains to the Northern Kingdoms must-”

Ciri pinched her nose and buried her head in her hands, gods it would never end.

“The Oferi ambassador asks if you would like to share a glass of wine and discuss-”

“That,” Ciri interrupted, slightly shocking the assistants around her, “I’ll do that,” she repeated. She had only half heard what the assistant had said but she had heard the word wine and the gods only knew how badly she needed a drink.

—

Ciri downed the Ofieri wine with little hesitation and let Ahmet refill her glass when he offered.

"Good yes?" Ahmet asked as he sipped some himself.

"Sure," Ciri responded, the alcohol burned her throat but it tasted no better than the others she had sampled. But perhaps she was spoiled in that regard. Oferi wine might have been a rare find in Nilfgaard but she had traveled further and experienced more than most anyone. But she was happy to be away from her ‘work,’ so incredibly happy.

She looked towards Ahmet's guard. He stood near the door, his eyes forward, his stance stiff. He was a brute of a man, nearly four heads taller than herself. His arms were thicker than most men’s thighs.

"Does he speak?" Ciri asked.

Ahmet shook his head no with a grin, "Swore a vow of silence in order to better focus on his oath to protect me, he may only break that vow if my life is in the most mortal of danger."

“Dramatic,” Ciri muttered to herself and did her best not to roll her eyes. "Not much to fear in the royal castle," Ciri replied as she looked around the Ofieri man's quarters.

"You might be surprised," Ahmet replied, "Or maybe you wouldn't be, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't heard the rumors about you and your past."

"They are just that, rumors." Ciri answered, her father had told her to downplay that part of her life with other nobles. It wasn't dignified for a person of her stature or gender.

"Then if I might be so forward and ask," Ahmet said, sliding a finger across his eye where Ciri's scar was.

"Kitchen accident," Ciri said with a wiry smile.

"Ahh, of course, at least it takes nothing away from your beauty,"

Ciri smiled, the man was charming enough and attractive if not a little arrogant. Admittedly he was much more appealing than most of the men who flirted with her, but he was old enough to be her father.

Either way, she was tired of this. He was fishing for information like everyone at court and the thought of more politics exhausted her. She finished her glass. Besides, if she left now it would be easier to slip her guards after she left the Oferi’s chambers. Then she could finally have a moment to herself.

"Thank you for sharing your wine but I must attend to some matters."

Ciri went to stand and immediately felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, she shook her head, maybe the wine was stronger than she had thought.

"I knew at least some of the rumors would be true. A female witcher of course is preposterous but I also heard tales of your beauty, and I am thankful that at least those are true, if anything they do not do you justice.”

"Thanks," she murmured and steadied herself, grabbing onto one side of the sofa she had been sitting on.

"There is no one quite like you in all of Ofir, the ashen hair, your green eyes, and your-" Ahmet paused as his eyes wandered down Ciri's body. "-To be honest I have been infatuated ever since I first laid eyes upon you."

Ciri was barely paying attention as she focused on not falling flat on her face, she stumbled but made her way to the door only to meet the wall of muscle that was Ahmet’s guard.

"Move," Ciri asked, seeing two of the large man, she blinked trying to clear her vision. "Tell your man to move," she demanded to Ahmet when he did not.

"Now why would I do that Ciri," Ahment said. Ciri turned to face him and then felt the guard's hands grab her shoulders.

"Hey," she said before he pushed her forward. She stumbled, reaching out for the sofa she had just risen from. The room spun from the sudden movement, and she had to sit before she fell.

"My cousin is King of all things Ofir, but he is an old man, he lost his wits years ago. His son runs the kingdom. My family is an ancient one and while I may never sit on the throne being only a few steps removed has its advantages."

Ahmet moved to kneel before Ciri, his hand coming to rest against her cheek, his thumb rubbed over her eye and down her scar before tracing her bottom lip.

"I get to do whatever I want, and do you know what I want Princess?"

Ciri tried to shake the cobwebs from her head and opened her mouth to speak but when she did Ahmet pushed this thumb past her lips.

"I want you."

She tried to bite down on his digit but she couldn’t find the strength. Her lips barely closed around him. Her entire body felt numb, her muscles weak and loose, as if she had just finished a week's worth of training exercises.

Ahmet grin widened. "Good," and he stood.

He pulled himself from his robe, and Ciri's eyes widened at the large thick cock before her. Her eyes followed his hand as he rolled his hand up and down his shaft.

Ciri turned her head away but he grabbed her twisting his hand in her hair and forcing her to face him. The head of his cock pressed up against her lips, smearing precum against her mouth before sliding across her cheek, he rubbed his shaft against her face until his balls pressed against her chin.

The scent of him was overwhelming, as well as the heat of his thick cock laying across her face. She grimaced, and blushed with humiliation, helpless as this man rubbed his member across her face as if he was marking her as his.

"There's no need to fight Ciri," he pulled back, dragging his shaft across her cheek before pressing himself against her lips once again. This time she hadn't the strength to keep her jaw shut and he forced himself into her warm wet mouth.

Ciri gasped, then gagged, her tongue thrashed weakly against him making him groan, he stopped, letting only a few inches rest in her cheek. Her eyes watered as she looked up at the grinning fuck.

She would kill him, cut his head off and feed him and his guard to drowners.

Ahmet rested his hands on her head holding her still. Not that it mattered, Ciri could barely summon the strength to keep herself upright let alone fight against him. Her eyes rolled back and she gagged again. The cock in her mouth pressed against the inside of her cheek, bulging out with each of his slow movements.

"That's a good little whore," Ahmet groaned as his hands wandered down her chest cupping her breasts.

Whatever he had spiked her drink must have been strong as Ciri barely had the energy to lift her arms up and press them against Ahmet's legs.

"There's no need to fight my Princess," Ahmet said as his hand drifted back up to Ciri, he held her chin and one hand went behind her back as he guided her head over his cock. "That's it," he groaned, closing his eyes as he felt Ciri's tongue press against the sensitive underside of his cock.

Ciri couldn't stop herself, gut reaction made her tongue push against the invading member, trying to force him from her mouth. But all it did was pleasure the rapist as he moved faster.

Ciri gagged, and drool dripped down the side of her mouth.

"That's it," Ahmet groaned, his grip on the back of Ciri's head getting tighter as he began to move faster. He pulled his cock back, forcing it down her throat. Again Ciri gagged, gurgling around his member.

Spit and precum coughed up from her throat, escaping around Ahmet's cock to drip from her lips onto her chin. Her body convulsed and she could feel tears pool in her eyes as she sat there helplessly.

Ciri's fingers dug into his thighs as with one thrust Ahmet buried himself deeply into the back of her throat and emptied himself into her stomach. Her eyes went wide in shock as he held himself there blocking her windpipe as he squirted his seed into her gullet before pulling back.

"Ahh," Ciri gasped before coughing cum on her lips. Without his support her body slumped forward only for Ahmet to catch her, his hands grabbed her head bending her neck back. His cock pushed against her face, rubbing against her lips and then cheek. Another spurt of cum erupted from him, painting her face with the creamy liquid, leaving her cheek and nose streaked with his seed.

Then he let her go, Ciri barely managed to catch herself, barely managed to stop herself from falling off the sofa in a boneless helpless heap.

Ahmet stood and looked down at his new toy. Reaching down he grabbed her by her thin waist picking her up like a sack of potatoes. He tossed her onto the bed.

“Stop,” Ciri murmured. She forced herself to move but barely managed to roll over onto her back before her strength gave out once again.

“Why would I do that?” Ahmet pondered watching as her body whither on the bed. Her clothes pulled tight against her hips and ass. He grabbed one leg and dragged her to the edge of the bed and positioned her legs apart so he stood between them.

His hand traveled up her thigh, over her clothed stomach to her breasts, squeezing them lightly, delighting in the glare the princess was giving him.

Ciri flinched when she heard the fabric of her dress tear then felt his hands on her bare skin.

“I had heard rumors that Niflgardian sluts shave between their legs.” His fingers slipped over her slit and found her wet and waiting.

Ahmet smirked, “You ready for me princess?”

“I’ll kill you,”

Ahmet shrugged

“Focus” he said, then slapped her across the face.

It shocked her more than it hurt her, she had been hit by much worse, but still, it stung, Ciri winced and tried to sit up only to be immediately pushed back down.

“I want a little fight in you for the first time I take you.” His hands trailed up and down her exposed body coming up to her breasts to cup her, his fingers sliding over her nipples before pinching them painfully hard.

She squeaked out a moan in protest and Ahmet grinned. He grabbed her legs dragging her body fully to the edge of the bed. His cock was hard once again as he stood over her, lorded over her.

His palm slapped against her face again, she winced but her mind felt clearer. He slapped her tits next.

“Wake up princess!”

Ciri’s eyes rolled back as she felt the head of his cock press against her opening. She twisted and turned in a desperate but futile attempt to get away. She lifted one foot, trying to kick the Oferi man but he easily swatted the limb away.

“That’s it,” Ahment said, grabbing her hips and pushing her down. “Fight.”

Ciri moaned, her hands gripping the sheets of the bed trying to pull away but it was no use she was still too weak. Her body spread for him as he pushed forward with a moan of pleasure.

“Tight little cunt.” he moaned, watching as her body opened to him and his thick cock slide inside her firm little body. His hands went around her throat, squeezing her as he entered her.

Every time she looked away or closed her eyes his hands tightened around her throat forcing her to open them, forcing her to watch.

His cock moved slowly inside her, every movement deliberate, timed. She could feel every inch of him, every wiry vein, every ridge, every time he impaled his entire length into her tight waiting body she felt his balls press against her ass grinding against her flesh. He held there for a moment before he dragged himself out, her body gripped him tightly, betraying her as if she wanted his cock to stay nestled in her cunt for eternity.

“It’s not so bad is it?” Ahmet gloated. She was wet as he was hard, the whore loved this even if she would never admit it. His grin grew wider and he thrust himself into her. Ciri cried out, her beautiful, green eyes, filled with hate and desperation opened wide for him to see. All for him.

She was panting now, Ciri wanted to think it was because he was choking her but she knew it wasn’t true. With every movement, every thrust a tension grew inside her, tight and undeniable, she liked it, craved it and she would never admit it but she wanted more. A fine sheen of sweat covered her body and his as well as he moved. As he fucked her, used her.

Gods what had he done to her, what vile liquid had poisoned her with. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the growing heat in her belly. He slapped her again, but this time it barely hurt, instead it made her cunt clench tighter around him. It made her moan. She opened her eyes to him, staring. She hated him, she pushed back against him.

No longer passive, her hips moved up to meet his thrusts. Her eyes still shot looks of pure hatred at the man but now they were half closed, her nostrils flailing, her stomach clenching.

Faster he moved. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room. Her panting turned to moans. Ciri could hear herself and she hated how much it sounded like she was enjoying this.

She shuddered then, she couldn’t stop herself as a wave of pleasure shot up her spine.

Ahmets grin grew even wider still.

“Do you enjoy this whore?” He pushed harder and Ciri cried out as his cock drove into her nearly battering her womb, spreading her cunt, and sending more waves of pleasure up her spine.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he told her but she couldn’t speak only moan.

“Tell me to stop,” he moaned again into her ear. “Stop moaning like a whore and I leave you in peace.”

Unable to stop herself Ciri moaned and pinched her eyes closed, she couldn’t speak, couldn't think. She panted out a groan and cried out as her body clenched tightly around him.

He came with a grunt and a laugh. His cock twitched inside her as he emptied himself into her womb. Ciri moaned as he fell forward onto her both of them slick with sweat, his body pressed against hers.

Another throb of his cock pushed more of his seed inside her. Ciri wanted to scream but was unable to do more than lay there, forced to feel him throbbing inside of her. Warm wet cum spilled from her used cunt, dripped down her slit and onto her ass. He pulled away and Ciri looked away.

Ciri rolled to her side, expecting another attack but it did not come. Instead, Ahment walked away from her, dressing himself as if nothing had happened.

“I’ll have your head for this,” Ciri whispered, still feeling his hands on her, still feeling his seed spill from her aching body.

Ahmet shrugged as if he did not care.

“No doubt you could. But at what cost, Princess? I am a noble dignitary from Ofir. Nephew of the King. What will happen when word comes back that you executed me? Or even that I died while in your castle, under your protection. My King will not take kindly to that will he.”

Ciri glared at the older man. She pulled herself up to rest on one elbow, the drug's effect seemed to have diminished, maybe it was the abuse, or simply the time that had passed but she could feel her strength returning to her.

Ahmet shook his head. “Can your father afford another war and not with some northern peasants? Hmm?” he pondered. “No I don’t think you’ll have my head, but I do think you will return to my quarters tomorrow night and every night after.”

Ciri stood her legs shaky. “If you think-”

“I do not think, I know, If you do not entertain me I will find someone who will. I saw a pretty serving girl earlier, maybe I’ll take her instead and do not think I will be as kind to her as I was to you.” Ahmet walked up to where Ciri was standing and reached to the bed pulling her clothes wrapping them around, dressing her as if it was a kindness. “No, I do not think she will be screaming in pleasure like you were.”

“You are disgusting, vile,”

“See you tomorrow night princess.”

—

Ciri stared at her sword that still sat in the corner of her room.

The dull incessant voices of her advisors continued to ramble on, she responded in turn, with little thought telling them what they wanted to hear.

Raise taxes here, increase army patrols there, increase supply shipments to the armies in the north, and reduce them for the armies in the east. She nodded and agreed in turn, her mind elsewhere.

It would be easy to kill him. She doubted his guard would be much trouble, and would likely suspect nothing from her, she had killed men larger than him.

But the Oferi was not wrong. He was noble born and her father was very interested in an alliance with the distant kingdom. His death would cause problems, problems she did not wish to deal with.

Ciri chewed on her bottom lip. It had been a day, she had ate and drank and taken three baths since last night and still she swore she could taste the flavor of his spiked wine on her lips, the taste of his cock on her tongue. She could still feel his hands pawing over her and his thick cock nestled tightly inside her body.

She stared at her sword in the corner. It would be easy.

A lantern to her left flickered and died as it ran empty of oil. It was replaced quickly but served as a reminder of the passing time. It was late, maybe later than Ahmets ultimatum.

“We’re done for the day,” she announced. Her advisors knew better than to protest and began gathering their things. Ciri stared at her sword, at least things weren’t boring anymore.

—

Ciri stood at his door, unsure of her next move. Killing monsters had been easy Good, evil, it was simple. This was something else.

Then she heard it, shuffling from just past the door. Movement, then the door opened and a young girl quickly left, her face down, so rushed she barely noticed Ciri standing there. Ciri’s stomach turned and before she stop the girl she saw Ahmet, an arrogant smirk on his face.

“You were late,” he shrugged.

Ciri stepped forward letting her anger get the best of her, she would kill him.

The Oferi ambassador turned his back on her and left the entranceway of his chambers. Ciri followed, reaching behind her where she had hidden a dagger.

His mute guard was faster than he looked, he moved without hesitation, grabbing Ciri, one hand going to her hidden dagger, the other to her neck.

In one clean and swift motion, he picked her off the ground, spun them both away from Ahmet and slammed her into the wall.

Ciri gasped, her hands wrapping around his large hand that tightened around her neck. He let the dagger fall, it clanged on the ground.

Ahmet seemed unphased and leisurely made his way towards a glass of wine before sitting and turning his attention back to where Ciri had been pinned to the wall.

“I told you what would happen if you did not come back, what happened that that girl is your fault, not mine.”

Ciri glared at the Oferi, then turned her attention to his guard, he stared at her emotionlessly. He was stronger than her, by far. She watched as his forearm flexed, his grip tightening around her neck. His hold was strong enough to restrict her breathing, but not enough to cut off the blood of oxygen.

“So you’re here to kill me then?” Ahmet asked.

Ciri scowled at Ahmet then back at his guard. He was fast and strong, but he was leaving himself open. She could land a knee to his cock in one swift motion. He had also missed her second dagger that sat hidden strapped to her forearm, with little more than a flick of her wrist she could cut the tendons in his arm, he wouldn’t be holding on to anything then. And that was not to say about her magic, they had no idea what she was capable of.

“Let her go,” Ahmet said and the hand around her neck was immediately gone. The guard watched her carefully, still tense, ready to attack, but backed off.

“If she wishes to kill me, so be it.” Ahmet said and stood, he lifted his arms as if in surrender.

Ciri stood before him at an impasse.

“That’s what I thought,” he continued. “It was anger that drove you to act, you were angry because you care. It is the same reason you won’t do what needs to be done, Princess. My death in your castle would cause war. So many more would suffer.”

The olive-skinned man stepped forward. “Isn’t that right, you didn’t come here to kill me did you?”

She heard the heavy thud of the door closing behind her and flinched. Her face fell in defeat.

Ahmet bent down, picking the dagger from the ground, twisting it in his hand. He licked her lips as he stared at her.

“Remove your clothes” he ordered.

Ciri felt the heat of humiliation rise to her cheeks as she stood defiant before Ahmet. She hated the man, but he was not wrong. There was a better way to handle this, one did not involve slitting his throat here and now.

“You will leave the servant girl alone, you’ll leave them all alone,” she said through clenched teeth, Ahmet nodded in agreement.

She began to unbutton her shirt, it was a thin thing, silky, it hung loosely over her shoulders, she took her time, making sure to remove the dagger on her wrist as well. She put the shirt down on a table beside her.

Ahmets eyes darkened, Ciri wore nothing beneath, her breasts were perky, her nipples already hard. Goosebumps scattered across her bare flesh and her chest rose and fell with a heaviness that conveyed her own anticipation.

Ahmet stepped closer, licking his lips as he did. Ciri felt her body tense even more and she was barely able to stifle a moan as Ahmet brushed his hand across her chest. “You’re mine now. You’ll do what I say, when I say it. Understand?”

Ciri closed her eyes, and nodded. Ahmet reached down, his hand running along the hem of her dress that hung on her hips.

“You are not finished,” he said.

Ciri took a deep breath, and with no choice but to obey she stepped back, her gaze never leaving his. He reached out and ran his hand down her arm as he began to undress her the rest of the way.

She let the skirt fall to the floor, Ahmet smiled in appreciation, again Ciri wore nothing under her clothes as if she had come here knowing what would happen.

Standing there naked before him was humiliating, demeaning but there was little she could do. She shifted on one foot, and Ahmet's eyes drifted down her naked body in appreciation. She hated how her body warmed as he leered.

“Good girl,” he replied. A chill ran down Ciri’s spine. “Now,” he said as he walked behind her, he grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her back.

Was this what she had wanted? What she had planned. Ciri closed her eyes, Ahmet's hands guided her hands across each other, then she felt it. Course rope wrapping around her wrists. She flinched, then pulled away, Ahmet's grip tightened around her.

“You came into my room armed with a weapon. I do this for my safety.”

“You think I have more weapons hidden on me?” Ciri bit back. Ahmet looked her up and down, taking in the beauty of her naked form.

The rope around her wrists went taunt, Ciri winced as it was knotted tight, then wrapped around her elbows pinning her arms behind her back. Ahmet's hand trailed up her thigh, over the curve of her ass, giving it a hard squeeze before pushing her forward, he reached around cupping one breast, his breath warm against her back.

“There,” he pushed her forward, guiding her like she was his pet.

The rope was tight, limiting her movement, her skin was red from the pressure, and the tension on her arms forced her to stand straight, her breasts up and out. He turned her, both hands cupping her breasts before he bent down and captured one nipple in her mouth while walking them back to his bed

Ciri gasped at the sensation and felt her knees weaken. Ahmet smirked as he pulled away, his touch tickling her sensitive skin. He muttered to himself something about not wanting to be too gentle and pushed her forward onto the bed. That she needed to be punished for her transgression.

The silk sheets were soft against her skin, a stark contrast to the rough fibers of the rope binding her. They were cool to the touch compared to the heat coming from Ahmet's hands and mouth. He moved between her legs, looming over her. His hands clutched her waist, his eyes drilled into hers. He was in control here.

He bent over her, his warm breath sending goosebumps coursing up her stomach as he leaned close before he opened his mouth scraping his teeth over her navel, the flat muscles of her stomach flexed tight against his touch. He grabbed her ass, fingers dug into the well-toned muscle as he pulled her up, dragging him closer to him. Ciri held back a gasp. He kissed the skin of her stomach, then lower, then lower still, sliding comfortably between her legs.

Ciri did her best not to moan, to whimper, to admit to him or herself she enjoyed any of this.

This man was a predator, a villain, evil, she would not allow herself to enjoy what he was doing.

She felt his warmth breathe on her core, she twitched and felt a shiver run up her back. Her cunt ached.

“MMh,” She moaned as his tongue finally touched her, licking up her swollen slit. The sensation made her body twitch and throb. She had come here- Ciri moaned again -what had she come here to do? To kill him, to let him fuck her?

Ahmet's hands were everywhere, exploring and tantalizing her body as his tongue delved deeper into her folds. Ciri tried to resist, grinded her teeth together, she looked at the guard as he stood watching, still emotionless. She looked away, then down to where Ahmet was nestled between her legs, kissing and stroking and licking.

The sensation of his tongue on her was nearly too much. Her back arched and she twisted but he kept her still, his strong hands holding her in place, his mouth working wonders on her aching cunt.

Her thighs spasmed. Wet warm heat leaked from her cunt and spread throughout her body.

One of his fingers entered her, pushing past her tightness, aided by how wet she had become, then another joined and she could not stop from moaning. The sensation was overwhelming, her body trembled with intensity as she reached the brink of pleasure. She held onto the edge, determined to keep control, she would not let him win.

Ahmet felt Ciri's tight walls close around his fingers and he smiled. His tongue still moved, drawing lazy circiles around her clit, send pulsing vibrations through her body as his free hand kneaded her breasts rhythmically pulling and twisting her nipple, pushing Ciri further into a state of confused ecstasy. He would break this foolish girl who thought she was some kind of warrior, some kind of leader. He would bend her to his will.

The curl of his finger almost set Ciri over the edge, she whimpered, her vision going dark for a moment. She could not stop herself from lurching up and off the bed in a desperate attempt to increase contact between them.

Somehow her legs had found themselves wrapped around his head, holding him in place, her quivering thighs guiding him. Was this her plan? To return to her rapist and have her delve into her core, to submit once again?

She wanted to cry out, to moan but she held it back behind clenched teeth. He was a despicable disgusting man. His fingers curled again, pushing deeper inside her, his tongue swirled around her clit making her body tremble.

She had faced wyverns and vampires without flinching, she had been stabbed and blunged without making a sound, but even still she could not keep quiet against his man's onslaught.

"Ahh," Ciri cried, whatever resolve remained broken, her thighs quivered as he quickly brought her closer to release. She was so warm and tight and very so close. She pinched her eyes closed and waited for it, wanted it.

He pulled away and Ciri gasped.

“Tell me,” he demanded, “tell me what you want.”

“Fuck you," Ciri spat then fell back on the bed, her legs squeezed his head, she lifted her hips. She couldn't stop herself, she wouldn't say it, but she did not wish for him to stop.

Ahmet smiled. He slid two fingers along her slick walls and felt them tighten around him. His other hand massaged her clit, rubbing the sensitive bud between his thumb and forefinger.

Ciri's breathing quickened, she was close to the edge, but he didn't let up, working his finger in deeper as he rubbed faster and pushed deeper inside her.

“Fuck,” Ciri cried out,

“Do you like that Princess? Do you like my tongue on your cunt?” Ahmet asked

“Fuck yoouhh-” Ciri repeated only to break into a moan as he pushed three fingers into her, and another teased her asshole. His mouth now taking her clit in greedy sucks and bites.

Ciri quivered, her body shaking as he drove her closer to orgasm with each thrust of his fingers. He felt the tension build with each stroke, he teased her, pushed her, his tongue swirled around her clit, and each time she rewarded him with a whoreish moan, each time her cunt got wetter for him.

No matter how hard she tried she could not stop the tidal wave of pleasure, it hit her hard, her body tensed and lifted off the bed. Her cunt clamped down around the invading fingers. Ahmets lips sealed around her clit, sucking harder.

Ciri cried out, cumming hard. Her orgasm hit her like a ram. She thrashed and then froze, a raspy moan escaping her.

“Fuuuck,” Ciri cried out, trembling, Ahmet continued to suck on her, his hands gripping her ass, squeezing and pulling her cheeks apart. Her breath caught in her throat, and she whimpered, warm pleasure coursed through her, blanketing her body, washing away the anger and despair and humilation, leaving nothing but need and want. She hated herself but loved how this felt.

She fell back down, her body going limp. Spent, done. She closed her eyes and wanted to weep. Her body was soaked with sweat, her cunt soaked with her arousal. She wished for this to be the end but knew she would find no luck.

Ahment kissed her thigh, then her cunt, then her stomach, he worked his way up her body, dragging himself across her. Ciri trembled with disgust as she felt him slide against her, every inch of him touching her,

He reached her face, grabbed her head and forced her to look at him, she felt him reach down, grabbing his cock. She whimpered as a tremor ran through her as he lined himself up with her aching swollen cunt.

He pressed into her and her body spread for him, welcoming him. Her wet cunt ached for him.

“Tell me what you want Princess,” Ahmet groaned, his entire body pressed into her, her thighs had nowhere to go but to cradle his hips, his chest pressed against hers, wiry hairs rubbed against her peaked nipples.

“Tell me.” he pulled on the back of her head and pressed his hips forward.

“MMh,” Ciri moaned as the first inch of his cock entered her. Her cunt spasmed and she bared her teeth in a growl. Her arms pulled on the rope holding them in place.

“Fuck you,” she repeated for a third time. Another inch of his cock entered her, the pressure inside her was deliciously painful.

“Tell me whore,” Ahmet said and reached down between her bodies, finding the clit he had been torturing with his mouth minutes before.

Ciri’s eyes rolled back in her head, her body shuddering.

“Fuck me,” she whined, and Ahmet pushed forward, sinking the full length of his cock inside her wet and wanting body.

Ahmet began thrusting, each movement a little harder and faster than the last. Ciri’s hips rocked to meet his movements, her pussy gripping him, milking him with each pull.

“Harder!” The Princess cried out her voice rising in pitch with each deep thrust from Ahmet. He complied pulling her tighter against him, her moans and screams echoing off the walls of the chamber.

Ahmet started to move faster, his thrusts becoming more powerful with each stroke. Ciri’s cries of pleasure reached a fever pitch as she fell over the brink into orgasm and Ahmet followed her moments later, releasing deep inside her.

“Mine,” he repeated.

Ciri closed her eyes, feeling nothing but the warm sensation of his cock emptying his seed inside her womb.

—

Ciri knelt in front of Ahmet, she still wore her crown, the symbol of her status, her position. The gold and gems radiated from the light coming off the fire beside them. Her gaze was fixed upwards, her emerald eyes filled with nothing but loathing and contempt. She sealed her lips around his member, gliding against its length with tantalizing strokes of her wet tongue. He arched his hips towards her and Ciri willingly took more of him into her mouth. She cradled him letting his shaft rest in her throat as she swallowed his cock.

Ciri suckled on him, bathing and massaging his cock with her tongue, her head bobbing up and down stroking him with her mouth and pouty lips. She moaned against him sending reverberations up his cock.

She had become very good at this, at sucking cock. Sucking his cock in particular.

With a grunt he came, spilling the bitter warm seed onto her tongue. It filled her mouth and her senses. She cringed, tasted it, then swallowed.

She paid him little attention as she rose from her knees and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Are you happy?” she asked, disgust dripping from every syllable.

Ahmet grunted in return and shoved himself back into his pants.

“Then leave,” Ciri demanded, luckily he did as requested, leaving her chambers. She watched him go as her advisors who she had dismissed earlier began to filter back into the room.

This had been her life, meetings and fuckings. She would fulfill her obligations as acting Empress during the day, then seek Ahmet out during the night where he would use her as he pleased. Every night, until dawn.

And now he seemed to have grown bored of just their evening rendezvous, growing impatient and demanding he entertain him during the day as well. Meetings and fuckings, she thought, she was unsure which she enjoyed less.

She gave a half-hearted smile to acknowledge the advisor who came to her side and swallowed, the taste of Ahmet's cum still on her tongue. It would be a long day.

—

Ahmet grabbed hold of Ciri's hair and pulled back, forcing her head upright and her back to arch giving him a better angle. She gasped in pain but felt the tightness between her legs give way, allowing his thrusts to penetrate deeper than before.

Heat began to spread from within her as he moved faster and faster; she was losing control of herself, no longer merely passively submitting but actively surrendering to him. She let out a strangled moan as their movements intensified, their bodies coming together in a brutal dance of need and desire. She could feel the familiar tension building inside her, that heat and pressure that she had spent the last few weeks trying and failing to ignore. He pulled again on her hair, bending her neck back to the point of pain.

“Fuck!” Ciri growled. Ahmet's cock pounded into her from behind and she could only moan and take it and do her best to fuck him back. Sweat dripped from both of their bodies, each hit of his hips sent shockwaves up her contorted spine that drove her higher and closer to her release until she thought she might break.

She moaned, whorishly loud and animalistic. The muscles of her ass tensed and squeezed, she pushed back wanting more.

She had to stop herself from begging again, from pleading to fuck her harder. Thankfully he did not force her to debase herself again. Seemingly too lost in her submission and the feeling of her tight body squeezing his cock to care to humiliate her any further.

Ahmet's hand gripped Ciri’s ass, digging into the firm flesh, she tensed in anticipation. The pleasure was intense and painful, radiating through both their bodies like an electric current as they moved together. He had trained her well, she was resisting him less, she was quicker to submit, faster to cum.

Ahmet was pushed harder and deeper with each stroke until suddenly she gasped out loud. She was close, he could feel it, the way her ass clenched around his cock, how her body seemingly pulled at him demanding more. The strong muscles in her back tensed. He watched them flex and tense and fucked her harder.

She was unbelievable, unreal. So tight and warm and whorish. He had fucked hundreds of women but none quite like her. She hated him, but that just pushed him harder. She would break, they all did, each time he made her cum, had her trembling and moaning on his cock she inched closer to realizing what she truly was meant for.

Ciri felt her toes curling and heat spread throughout her whole body; the sensations racing through her like wildfire, growing ever more intense. She gasped for breath as she felt an inevitable wave of pleasure build within her, thrusting its way outward into every vein and muscle in uncontrollable surges until it burst forth with an intensity that left Ciri crying out in a strangled moan. Sweat beaded on her skin as the sensation of warmth enveloped every nerve, each one taut with pleasure yet still begging for more. Her breathing grew labored and heavy; wetness seeped from between her legs, she cried out after each labored gasp until finally, she broke.

“Fuck me,” she cried, her body trembling as she came. "Fuck me, fuck me," she chanted, her eyes rolling back, her vision going black. A part of her never wanted this to end.

—

Ciri lay restless on the bed, her pale skin soft in the lamplight as she wiggled against her bindings. Her eyes were large and dark, filled with a desperate longing as Ahmet stood above her. He seemed indifferent to it; no tenderness touched his features.

She was utterly exposed to him, naked and vulnerable, but she did not back down, glaring at her captor as he stalked around her a whip in his hand. Moans muffled by her gag emerged from between red swollen lips; sweat pooled beneath her heaving breasts. Wetness dripped from her cunt and her thighs trembled in anticipation.

The leather straps came down across her skin spreading a stinging pain across her flesh.

“Mmhhh,” Ciri cried into her gag. Ahmet smiled.

“I bore of this place,” Ahment said, walking around his captive pet.

Ciri lay naked in the middle of the bed, her wrists bound tightly by leather straps above her head to the headboard. Her legs were spread wide, each foot tied to a bedpost. Her body glistened with sweat, tight and toned from hours of witcher training. Her perky breasts rose and fell with each breath, reflecting the intensity of her current predicament.

“Your father seems to have no plans to return to his capital and I tire of waiting.”

Ciri watched him with dark eyes as he circled her.

The whip came down again, striking her skin across her belly. She felt a sharp, searing pain that was followed by an intense pleasure coursing through her veins. Her breath quickened and she could feel heat pooling between her thighs as excitement built in intensity with each stroke of the whip.

The warmth spread to other parts of her body; soon she was trembling uncontrollably with anticipation and arousal. Again he hit her, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to hurt, red welts formed across her sweat-covered flesh. Her heart raced furiously in time with every lash across her bare skin.

“I will leave this place soon. But before I go I wish to see more of your backwards country. This Toussaint I have heard so much of, its daring knights and delicious wine. I wish to see it and I wish for you to join me.”

Ciri gasped, she pulled on her restrained, a futile attempt. If anything the leather straps felt tighter now, they dug into her flesh. She watched the whip as Ahmet passed it between his hands.

Again he hit her, this time across the breasts.

"Mmhh," She hissed past the gag, her eyes fluttering shut. Her cunt clenched around nothing. Drool spilled from between her lips, and her cunt wept with want.

This time he did not whip her, instead he placed his hand over her sore body, caressing gently over her breasts and stomach, coming to rest over her aching cunt.

Ciri nodded her head quickly.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Toussaint,” she said, she would go with him. Through the gag all that came out was a garbled mess of words but he seemed to understand.

Ahmet grinned, pleased that the decision had been made. Reaching down, he removed the gag from Ciri's mouth and offered her something else instead - his own hard cock, bobbing in front of her face. Ciri didn't hesitate for a second; she eagerly sealed her lips around his head and began to work him with fervor. Ahmet's eyes widened at the sensation

“Good, good-” he said, his hand settling in her hair, guiding her as she sucked on him “-it is settled then.”

—

The carriage rocked as it rolled over uneven terrain.

Inside the elaborately decorated cart, Ciri moaned, she sat straddled on Ahmet's lap, naked from the waist down, impaled on his cock. She rode him in time with the rocking of the carriage, soft sounds of pleasure hissed through her clenched teeth.

His hands were on her hips and ass, guiding her motions, letting her drag herself up and down on his thick cock. Her body clung to him, stretched for him as she rode him

“After we return from Toussaint,” he said in a harsh whisper. “You will return to Oferi with me, yes?”

Ciri moaned in return barely hearing the words he was saying she was so close, so very close.

“You will tell your father you will meet with my King to forge a new alliance that will strengthen both our Kingdoms.”

Ciri buried her face into his shoulder. Her hips moved faster, her moans became louder.

“My King has many wives, you will join them.”

Ciri straddled Ahmet, her legs spread around him. She grabbed his shoulders and leaned in, savoring the feel of his hardness inside her wet sex. Her slick walls pressed down on him possessively as she began to ride harder and faster, lifting herself only to sink back down onto him over and over. Sweat beaded along her skin, she bit her lip, pushed herself harder, forced his cock deeper until it almost hurt.

He wished for her to join his King's harem? Ciri could bring herself to care, the warm tightness in her belly was the only thing that concerned her.

“And when my King's seed takes root inside you, your child will be heir to Nilfgaard. You will have served your purpose and will return to my side.”

Ahmet groaned feeling Ciri tense around him

“Would you like that pet?”

Ciri moaned, he would make her his sex slave. This would be her life, constant fucking and abuse.

"Yes," Ciri purred, bouncing on his cock. "I am yours," she cried out, she clung to him, holding him as she rolled her hips.

“Just fuck me,” Ciri moaned, her thighs tightening around Ahmet, her release slowly building in intensity.

Ahmet smiled as he increased his speed, his hips pounding against hers. Ciri felt the end rush up to meet her.

She whimpered and moaned, and Ahmet knew she was close. She reached between her bodies and found the small bundle of nerves between her legs and it was more than enough to send her spiraling.

"Fuck me," Ciri moaned. The carriage rocked, and Ciri rolled with the movement, crushing herself against the man inside her. "Fuck me," she sobbed as the waves of pleasure crashed over her.

"Fuck fuck fuck," she muttered, shaking. She buried herself in his shoulder. His hands dug into her ass, she felt him throb, her cunt pulled on his cock, milking his cum from him.

In this moment nothing else mattered, she lost herself in it. Everything else just fell away. It was a weakness she knew, losing herself too much in pleasure, but she couldn't stop herself. Her body trembled again, the waves crashing around her slowed to a gentle push that was prolonged every time she felt his cock throb inside her, or his fingers dig almost painfully into her ass.

"What is Oferi like?" she whispered, her body and mind feeling weak and well used.

Ahmet groaned, his body relaxing under her.

"For you? It will be nothing but pleasure and service. You will be at my beck and call. You will serve me my food, you will wake me every morning with your mouth around my cock." He rubbed his hands up and down her back.

"You aim to make me your sex slave?" Ciri said softly. "That is all I am to you?"

Ahmet’s hands traveled up her back to her neck before tightening around her.

"I will make you nothing because that is what you already are," Ahmet said, he pulled her face back, "You might not know it but your body does, even now your cunt clenches around me at just the thought of it."

Ahmet let go of her, and Ciri fell back into his arms.

"We both know this is true," Ahmet said as his grip returned to something more gentle, caressing her back and butt.

Ciri lay there in Ahmet's arms, feeling content for the moment until the cart lurched again, hitting a particularly rough patch of road, and reality reaffirmed itself like a cold slap in the face. She sighed, then lifted herself from his cock before reaching for it, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began to stroke him.

She had known the Oferi diplomat for a little over three weeks, most of the time she had spent with him she had been naked, on her back or knees, being fucked in one way or another.

The cart rolled, shifting to one side as it found a rut in the road shifting them both together. Ciri watched as her hand traveled up and down Ahmet's shaft. Her fingers wet with her own juices and his cum.

He liked this, to be stroked after he came, to be held. It was almost hypnotic, watching her own hand work his cock, the last of his cum dripping from him and onto her. She wasn't sure why he appeased him now, a final kindness perhaps.

Ciri glanced outside, they had been on the road for nearly a day, and the sun was falling. The sky a dark shade of red. Finally, she let go of his cock, she reached for her pants and corset.

“How much longer,” Ahmet asked. He looked outside with her at the forest, large oaks and a thick underbrush blocked most of his view. The woods were dense and overgrown. “This is the road to Toussaint?” he asked and spied what looked like a town, maybe a fort in the distance.

“It’s a shorter path,” Ciri said, as she pulled her brown leather pants back on and then began tying up her corset. “It would save you a few days of travel, but the locals know to stay away.”

Ahmets eyes narrowed, he watched as the fort loomed closer. He glanced up at his guard who was outside the carriage guiding the two horses, his man looked uneasy.

“Why do they stay away?” he asked

“The road is unsafe,” Ciri replied nonchalantly, “infested with monsters.”

Ahmet had to smile. He looked the young woman up and down, “Ah,” he replied, “and are you here to save me, the Witcher girl” he chuckled to himself.

Ciri shook her head. “You’re not the first, you know.”

Ahmet hummed, his attention still on what was outside the window, from where they were now he could see the fort was not a fort but a castle, long since deserted. The once opulent-looking building now run-down, retaken by the forest, abandoned for who knows how long.

“First what?”

“Guards, bandits, fishermen, foreign diplomats. You’re all the same, all want the same thing.”

Finally, Ahmet turned his attention back to Ciri, “What are you on about?”

“I once spent a night in a fisherman's hut, tied up and gagged, used in every way by the men inside. That was the first time I had ever had three men inside me at once" Ciri finished tying the last binding on her corset. "I have traded my body to the City Guard to buy protection. I agreed to give myself to the King of the Wild Hunt until he put a babe in my belly."

Ahmet’s brow rose in confusion, “What are you—”

“Would it disgust you to know I have let monsters have their way with me?” Ciri interrupted. ‘‘I have let Drowners spill their seed inside me more times than you have. It shames me to say but I know what a ghoul’s cock tastes like. I have traveled to worlds where men with metal cocks fucked me until I did not know who or where I was. I have spent months high on succubus venom doing things that would make you sick.”

Ahmet rolled his eyes. “Have you gone mad woman? What is the point of this?"

“Everywhere I go I find men like you. For a long while I thought maybe I had been cursed. Or maybe that the gods had it out for me. That they forced me into one perverted situation after another for their own amusement. That maybe there was some higher being out there who enjoyed watching me get fucked.” Ciri said as she stared into nothing, lost in her thoughts. “We all have our own stories, maybe this is just my destined path.”

Ahmet looked at her like she was losing her mind.

“I am telling you this because I wish you to know that you are not special, not unique. You are just one of many.” Ciri said.

The carriage lurched to a sudden and abrupt stop. Ahmet looked taken aback, he peered out the window, something was moving outside.

“What is this?” he said as he heard his guard jump down from the reins, he heard him draw his sword.

“This is where your story ends,” Ciri replied.

Ahmet shifted, hurried to one of the small windows and peered outside. There was a grunt then an inhuman scream. His guard was fighting something, he looked, straining to see. It was getting darker, a gloom enveloped the forest. There were creatures in the woods, he could see their eyes glowing in the darkness.

“Nonsense,” Ahmet said, eyes narrowing, “Ghouls? My man could kill a dozen without a sweat. If you think you can so easily get rid of me you are stupider than I thought.”

“It’s not the ghouls, it's what lives in the castle that keeps people away.”

As if on command the night air was pierced by a loud, unworldly screech. Ciri watched, pleased, as Ahmets face went pale.

“A Bruxa calls his place home,” she told him.

Ahmet hurried back to the window, looking out, frantically.

“A Bruxa? You’ve killed us all then you stupid girl, my King will-”

“Your King won’t care.” Ciri interrupted him, she leaned back in her seat watching him panic. “I think you’ve been overselling your worth. I wager I could have killed you the day I met you. Send word you had fallen ill with a rare disease or had been mugged in town and nobody would have lifted a finger.”

Ahmets anger turned to fear and he turned to Ciri, he moved at her, his hand wrapping around her throat, he pinned her to the floor.

The screeching outside got louder, closer, faster.

“The great kingdom of Oferi has spies in every level of your so called government, we know of everything that happens in your pathetic excuse for a kingdom. If I am even harmed they will know, my kingdom will know and it will be you that suffers.” He yelled and his grip tightened around her.

“Maybe,” Ciri eyes narrowed, her voice tight, “but those spies now know you have left the capital to flaunt your importance in Toussaint, to drink yourself stupid and probably find new people to abuse. You're nothing more than an arrogant official, who took the wrong turn and ended up dead.”

The fighting intensified outside, growls, and screeches, he heard his man scream.

Ahmet let go of Ciri, and went back to the window, he looked around the cabin as if he could find the solution to his problem there.

“If what you speak of is true you are dead as well.”

“I shall be fine,” Ciri smiled, “your spies must not be as good as you think if they did not know what I am, what I can do.”

“Run!” Ahmet's guard screamed, the rare sound of his guard's voice made Ahmet freeze in fear. It was followed by a grunt and gurgle, then utter and complete silence. Ahmet slammed the shudder of the window down. He was trapped.

Ciri smiled at him, leaned over and crawled onto his lap. Her hand reached between their bodies groping his flaccid cock.

“You were a fine distraction Ahmet of Ofir, but you are a vile man who does not deserve to live.” she leaned in closer to his ear, her lips pressing against his flesh. “You are lucky you have such a nice cock and know how to use it or I would have killed you the night you drugged me.“

There was a scratching on the cabin, Ciri felt Ahmet stiffen under her, his face going pale.

“Please,” he begged.

“If it comforts you, try to think of all the fun you had raping me as you are torn apart and eaten alive.” Ciri pulled back and smiled. “Good bye, Ahmet,” she said before gently kissing him.

In an instant she was gone, a hint of green light flashed before Ahmet's eyes and then he was alone.

The carriage door rattled, then slowly began to open.

No, not alone.
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