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She's Not in That Much of a Hurry ...Again	By : Et2bruttus Category: +S through Z > Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Views: 4470 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
- 1-Chivalry's Reward
- 1
Ciri had gotten far too cocky this time. She’d been well-traveled as a witcher these past months, utilizing all the skills that Geralt had taught her before they’d parted ways, taking contract after contract. As such, she’d expected this particular contract to be more of the same - a quick kill followed by an easy payday. Things did not turn out to be that simple.
She’d tracked the arachas - a gargantuan and deadly insectoid monster - to its lair in the Temerian countryside near Maribor. She had meditated, prepared her blade oil and drank a potion in preparation, as she usually did. When she’d attacked the creature, sword drawn, the fight went well for her at first. Her ability to teleport and quickly skirt around the creature.
However, just before she’d gotten close enough to deliver the killing blow, the arachas had spat its poisonous ichor at her. Being the Child of the Elder Blood as she was, as well as being trained as a witcher, she was not quickly incapacitated like an average victim of the arachas would have been. Nevertheless, she could feel the debilitating effects of the poison all the same. Luckily, she’d managed to muster enough strength to strike down the monster on the next swing.
The lithe, ashen-haired witcheress staggered up to the massive corpse of the insectoid creature, wiping a sweat from her brow. She drew her knife and prepared to sever the arachas’ head for the bounty. “Just...just n- need to…” she muttered. Her gaze was suddenly blurry, and she felt the entire world spinning. The knife slid from her fingers and dropped to the dank ground of the cave.
Her breathing increased as she began to feel genuine fear for the first time since she’d began taking her own contracts. Like a drunkard, she ignored the creature’s corpse and stumbled out of the cave entrance. The poison’s effects were getting worse, she could tell. She needed to get back to her horse, where she had a potion that should be able to counteract the poison’s effects.
“K- Kelpie!” she groaned her horse’s name. Damnit, where did she leave her horse?!
She felt bile in her throat and her gaze was becoming cloudier. This was bad, very bad. The sun would be going down soon, and if she passed out in the forest before she was able to get back to her horse and take a potion, she would be at the mercy of wolves...or worse.
“I think I just need to...to rest for a moment.” She collapsed a moment later, losing consciousness.
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Something wet and slimy was swiping across nearly every inch of her face. Groaning, she swatted at whatever was touching her face, her eyes shooting open. She found herself face to face with a shaggy brown dog with its tongue hanging open in a dimly lit room. It cocked its head at her and gave a friendly low, friendly “woof”, wagging its tail at her.
The young woman looked down at herself, and for the first time realized that she was topless apart from a blanket that was covering her bosom. She instinctively moved to cover herself up, before realizing a moment later how silly that was, given that there was nobody in the room with her but this oddly friendly dog. Taking a look around, she saw that there really wasn’t much to look at; she was in a wood-walled room with a simple nightstand and a few dusty books and belongings scattered about, and she found herself lying in a decrepit old bed.
Her green eyes widened as her frazzled brain suddenly caught up with her. The arachas, the poison! She thought. She pulled aside her blanket and checked every inch of her flushed skin, realizing that the poison appeared to be wiped clean, and someone had also taken liberty of tending to the minor scratches she’d sustained during her fight with the arachas. That meant that she wasn’t alone here; someone had obviously dragged her unconscious body out of the forest, and somebody had lit the candle on the nightstand beside her. But who could’ve-
“Calanthe, don’t bother her!” The dog next to the bed gave a scolded whine and obediently padded across the room.
Ciri jolted up at the sound of the voice. An adolescent boy who was several inches shorter than her and who looked no older than fourteen or fifteen was standing in the doorway with a bow, a quiver of arrows, and a pair of rabbits slung over his shoulder. The boy had straight, slightly unkempt brownish reddish hair and wore a simple wool vest and leather pants.
The witcheress quickly moved to cover up her breasts from the boy’s gaze. Though, she realized that the boy had already averted his gaze on his own. Well, at least he has some modesty...whoever this lad is. She thought. Still, this boy was a stranger, and she would treat him with the same caution she treated most strangers in the Northern Realms.
“W- who’re you?” she rasped, realizing how dry her throat was. She was parched, likely a side effect from the poison as well.
The boy continued to respectfully keep his gaze away from her toplessness. “Um, s- sorry milady. My name is Mikael. Mikael of Cintra.”
Her eyes widened with surprise at that. Cintra? This lad hailed from her girlhood home that she was the rightful heiress of, bringing back old memories of her homeland to the forefront of Ciri’s thoughts.
After a moment’s hesitation she replied, “Ciri.” She frowned. “Wait, before, did you say Calanthe?” she asked.
He shook his head to the affirmative. “Ya, that’s my dog. Calanthe, come ‘ere.” The dog perked up and trotted over to him. The boy petted the dog’s head and the canine returned the boy’s affections by wagging her tail happily at him.
Ciri gave a small chuckle under her breath from the realization that the boy had named his dog after Ciri’s own grandmother, the late queen of Cintra who had died over a decade past. This was followed by a brief tinge of melancholy and sadness as she remembered the beloved grandmother who had raised her for much of her childhood.
“What is it?” the boy asked, cocking his head sheepishly at her, feeling at least confident enough to look in her direction now that she was covering her partial nudity up with the blanket.
“Oh...nothing,” Ciri replied, shaking her head. The boy didn’t need to know yet that she was from Cintra, assuming she even decided to tell him at all. She hardly knew this boy, after all.
Realizing again how dry her mouth was and how parched she was, she coughed a couple times. “Mikael...do you have any water?” she asked.
His eyes widened and he snapped to attention. “Oh, yes, of course.” He left the room for a moment and then came back with a flask, handing it to her. She rasped out a “thank you” before she greedily gulped down nearly the entire flask of water. The boy just stood there beside the bed, twiddling his thumbs. For a few moments, there was an awkward silence which Mikael tried to alleviate by setting aside his bow, quiver and rabbits.
She finished the water and she mentally cursed as sudden realization dawned on her. “Mikael, did you save me from the forest?”
Mikael rubbed the back of his neck and nodded. “Yes...I did. Calanthe found you laying out there when we were hunting, so I pulled you back here. I found your horse and led her along as well. At least I think it was your horse.”
“It was,” she replied. Ciri blinked, surprised, sizing him up. Mikael seemed to be in fairly decent shape for his age, albeit a bit skinny. She didn’t exactly weigh very much, so she supposed it was plausible for him to drag her back to...wherever she currently was.
“You know...most people would’ve probably just left me out there.” She raised a brow at him. “I don’t suppose that having the chance to get my shirt off might have motivated that decision to help me, did it?”
His eyes widened with fear. “Oh, n- no, that wasn’t it at all, milady! I had to take it off because it was covered in something poisonous. Calanthe took one s- smell and knew that it was something bad. It was on your skin too.”
Sensing the sincerity of his words, she nodded and gave a smile. “I believe you.” She had, oddly enough, found herself in a similar situation with a young man who was slightly closer to Ciri’s age named Skjall, over a year ago when she had fled from the Wild Hunt. Ciri inwardly sighed with bemusement. She really needed to stop ending up in situations where she passed out in the wilderness and needed to be rescued by seemingly chivalrous young men.
“Then Mikael, I owe you my sincerest thanks. You’re a good lad for saving a girl you don’t even know,” she said, smiling warmly.
He sheepishly smiled back at her, and Ciri was starting to realize that her earlier suspicions of this boy might have been unfounded. Not only had he helped her out of a precarious situation, but he seemed to be a shy boy, and pretty harmless and unassuming.
“You’re welcome,” he replied.
Ciri turned her attention to his dog at his side. “And thank you to her majesty Queen Calanthe as well,” Ciri said with a grin, reaching a hand out from the bed toward the dog. The dog perked up and approached her hand, sniffing it before eagerly licking it.
As she was petting Calanthe the dog, she looked back at Mikael. “Where are we, if I may ask?”
“Umm...in an abandoned watchtower near the Temerian/Cintran border,” he softly replied while he began skinning the rabbits he’d caught.
Ciri nodded. “So, Mikael. What village do you live in when you aren’t saving passed-out young women in the forest?”
He stopped his skinning and looked away for a moment. “I...don’t have a village,” he replied. “This tower has been my home for the past year.”
She frowned. “You don’t?” He shook his head at her. “I’m so sorry, Mikael. I know what happened to Cintra. But I would’ve assumed that you settled into a village in Temeria like other Cintran refugees did.”
He nodded. “We did, for a while,” he replied softly. “Then my father died fighting the black ones, and my mother fell ill and died last year. I left the village because I’m not so good around people.”
Ciri looked at the boy with sympathy. “I’m so sorry, Mikael. I know what it’s like to lose people.”
He shrugged. “It’s alright,” he replied. Ciri could detect the tinges of pain in his voice when he said it, however. It made her angry and frustrated, knowing how many people like Mikael had been orphaned by these wars ...wars that her biological father started.
“Oh, by the way,” Mikael said, seeming to want to change the subject, “I have one of my shirts that you can wear.” He scurried over to a nearby chest and after a few moments of digging through it he retrieved a brown shirt. He went to the bed and handed it to her.
Ciri accepted it with a polite smile. “Thank you.” She looked down at the shirt, and noted, thankfully that it appeared to be clean; she knew how teenage boys could be about such things.
“I- I’ll just turn around while you-” he’d begun to say, before realizing that Ciri had already dropped the blanket that was covering her bosom. He caught the briefest glimpse of the gentle swell of her breasts before she’d slipped on the shirt she’d given him. “Oh...never mind.”
Ciri did her best to be nonchalant and hold back a grin from giving the lad a peek at her tits. Though, he had already gotten an eyeful when he’d relieved her of her poison-stained shirt earlier. She looked down at the brown shirt of his, and found that it fit her fairly well. It didn’t fit her perfectly but it wasn’t a horrible fit, given that he had a rather skinny and slender build for a boy, not all that dissimilar from her slender build.
She smiled. “Thank you,” Ciri repeated, patting the shirt.
Mikael rubbed the back of his neck, looking at his feet. “You’re welcome,” he said with a small smile. He returned to retrieve the rabbits that he’d begun skinning and walked toward the door, whistling for Calanthe to follow. The dog cocked her head and took one last look at Ciri before she followed the boy.
“I’ll leave you to get some rest. I’m gonna finish with these rabbits downstairs,” he said softly. “I’ll check on your horse outside too.”
Ciri nodded with a smile. “Thank you, Mikael. You’re a very kind lad.”
He smiled sheepishly and left the room, closing the door behind him. Ciri settled back onto the bed, taking a relaxed sigh. She looked to her left and saw her silver sword sitting propped up against the end table beside the bed.
Ciri pondered for a few moments. Her natural instinct - built up from years of running - had told her to be wary of anyone, even someone who seemed kind and helpful on the surface. But logic and reason told her that if Mikael had wanted to do her harm or take advantage of her or lure her into a false sense of security, he would not have brought her back to his hideout with both her sword and her mount. He would have robbed her, killed her, taken advantage of her, or left her there in the forest where he found her while she was unconscious.
She was fairly certain that Mikael’s sheepishness and kindness were both genuine, but she would continue to get to know him a little better over the coming hours as well as she could. For now, the offer to get some more rest was too tempting to pass up. She still felt a bit fatigued from the fight with the arichas and the after-effects of the poison, and she’d been on the road for some time before that as well. She settled into the simple watchtower bed and drifted off a few moments later.
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Ciri came to a few hours later, rubbing her eyes. She relaxed her muscles and craned her neck, groaning from the ripple of discomfort that went through her body. The witcheress felt better than she did when she first woke up in the tower, but her body still felt fatigue and drained. Her stomach grumbled and she for the first time realized how hungry she was and still thirsty. She looked around the room and found that she was still alone; neither Mikael or his faithful hound were anywhere to be seen.
She drew herself out of bed and secured her belt with a dagger around her waist before she padded out of the room, the floorboards of the old tower creaking as she did. She descended the tower to the lower level and saw a small stone-fire oven in the corner of the room where Mikael had left the rabbits cooking over the fire. Mikael himself was nowhere to be seen, however.
Ciri then heard a voice outside. Her hand reflexively went to her dagger as she walked to the door, peeking through it to see who was outside. She relaxed and her hand slid away from her dagger when she saw that it was just Mikael. The boy was stroking Kelpie, Ciri’s horse, while softly muttering softly the horse, but she couldn’t hear what he was saying to her.
“Her name’s Kelpie,” Ciri said, catching the lad’s attention as she leaned on the doorframe, watching him. “She’s usually a wild one, but she seems to like you,” she added, smiling.
He looked at her, patting the mare’s nose. The horse nickered at him in response. “She’s a fine horse. My father used to have a mount just like her.”
Ciri too stroked the horse’s nose, the mare enjoying the extra attention. “Tell me, Mikael. How’d you get to be such a courteous lad?”
He blushed and rubbed his neck. “My mother, I guess. And my father. He was a knight who fought for Queen Calanthe and then for the Temerians against the black ones after she died. Err, the real Queen Calanthe, I mean,” he gave a small laugh. He then frowned again as he seemed to be overcome with melancholy. “I always wanted to become a knight like him, defending the innocent and doing what’s right.”
Ciri smiled at him, her emerald eyes twinkling. “And you saw me as one of those innocents, I take it?”
Mikael shrugged modestly. “I guess.” When he saw her raise her eyebrow at him, he quickly added, “N- not to say that you can’t defend yourself, m- milady. I saw that sword on your back and I saw your...scars. You’re more of a knight than I am probably.”
She laughed. “I don’t know about that. But yes, I have had my fair share of fights, believe me. I’m a witcher.”
His eyes widened. “Really?! I’ve never seen a witcher before. I only heard the stories from my mother. I didn’t know there were any girl witchers.”
She gave a theatrical bow and grinned. “You’re looking at the only one, as far as I know.”
The lad looked at her with awe, and Ciri had to admit that she liked the attention. She turned back to him and asked, “Where were you while I was resting?”
“At the pond,” he replied. “There’s a pond down that way.” He pointed in a southward direction. “That’s where I, err, bathe.”
Well-spoken, and he’s got good personal hygiene despite living rough. This lad continues to surprise, she thought.
“Hmm, I think I might need to take you up on that at some point,” she smirked. “For now though, I think I should feed Kelpie and then we ought to eat those rabbits you caught, yes?”
“Ah, I fed your horse already,” he said, patting her. “S- sorry, I found some oats in your saddlebag and I just thought I would...you know.”
“Well, look at you. You just have everything taken care of, don’t you?”
He shrugged as they walked back into the tower. Mikael whistled at Calanthe to follow. The dog, standing guard by the door of the tower, perked up and followed.
The auburn-haired lad took one of the rabbits on a skewer over the fire and handed it to Ciri. She accepted it with a smile and began to scarf down the rabbit, abandoning any sense of decorum and digging in. He didn’t seem bothered by it, in fact he dug into his own rabbit as well. Beside them, Calanthe whined and looked expectantly at the two of them as they ate, and periodically Ciri or Mikael would indulge the canine by tossing her scraps of rabbit meat.
Before long, Ciri had finished her meal and set aside the skewer, nodding at the boy. “Thank you, Mikael. That is just what I needed. I’m glad you’re able to fend for yourself out here. You and Calanthe here, of course,” she said, patting the shaggy dog beside her.
“I didn’t have much choice but to learn how to fend for myself. My father taught me how to use a bow...before he passed. I needed to catch food for both me and my ma,” he explained, looking down at the floor.
Ciri frowned. “I know the feeling all too well.” She looked across at him and put a hand on his shoulder, causing him to flinch slightly. “You seem to have great affection for your mother and father. I know you barely know me, but do you want to...tell me about them?”
He opened and then closed his mouth for a moment, and Ciri half expected him to refuse. But to her surprise, he started telling her about his parents and his life prior to being on his own. Over the next hour, he started pouring his heart to her about his long-gone parents, his childhood, and his time on his own with his dog. Ciri just smiled kindly and listened, chiming in from time to time but mostly just letting him talk.
“...and that was one of the most embarrassing days of my life,” the boy laughed, running a hand through his auburn hair. “I never did very well with a sword as I did with a bow.”
Ciri chuckled. “Believe me, it wasn’t easy for me either. The man who trained me, Geralt, got more than a few headaches from giving me sword training at Kaer Morhen.” She cocked her head at him. “You know...I could train you a bit, if you’d like me to.”
His eyes widened at her. “Would you?” She nodded with a smile. “Being trained by a witcher ...I never thought I’d ever get a chance like that!” he said with excitement.
He looked at her with adoration, and she saw that he was wiping a tear from his eye. “T- thank you for listening to me talk about them. My parents. It- it means a lot. I’ve never told anyone about them, ever since they passed.”
Ciri reached over and hugged the boy close to her, smiling when she felt his arms wrap around her midsection. She had to admit that she was becoming quite endeared to this boy very quickly. In only a few hours, he’d proven to be good company and a genuine and kind-hearted person. She’d spent so much time encountering the worst types of people that the Continent had to offer, but people like Mikael reminded her of the goodness that existed in the world as well. These parents that he’d spent the last hour telling her about had raised him well. Of that she had no doubt.
She pulled back and his eyes were twinkling at her in the moonlight creeping through the small window of the tower. Ciri took a deep breath, looking away for a moment before she looked back at him.
“Mikael, I have a confession to make. You shared a great deal about yourself, so it’s only fair I share something about myself to you as well. As long as you promise not to tell anyone.”
“I promise, of course,” he said.
She sensed the honesty in his words. Ciri took a breath. “I’m not just a witcher. I’m Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon. The late Queen Calanthe’s granddaughter. The heir of Cintra, your former home.”
He was staring open-mouthed at her like she was an apparition. “Y- you’re Princess Cirilla?!”
Ciri nodded. “So you see, Mikael, I’ve had to spend much of my life fending for myself too.”
Before she could respond, he’d fallen to one knee in front of her. “Forgive me, my Queen. I...I didn’t realize who you really were.”
“Oh please, there’s really no need, Mikael,” Ciri said, taking his hand and gently urging him to stand up again. “I shared this with you so that you can understand that I know what it’s like to be on the run, to feel alone. I am not looking for your fealty.” She smiled again and added with a more light-hearted tone, “please keep calling me Ciri, if you don’t mind.”
He took a few moments to process this before he nodded. “As you comm- I mean, as you wish, Ciri,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “S- sorry. Old habits.” Ciri chuckled and shook her head.
Shortly after this, Ciri excused herself to the bedchamber at the top of the tower, and Mikael and his dog followed after her. Ciri settled in the single bed again, but she turned when she saw Mikael laying out a bedroll on the dusty wooden ground on the other side of the room. “What’re you doing?” she asked.
“I’m sorry Quee- ...Ciri. Do you want to have the room to yourself?” he asked with concern.
Ciri rapidly shook her head. “No Mikael, quite the opposite. Don’t you want to share the bed with me? It’s your bed, after all. I wouldn’t want you to sleep on the ground on my account.”
He gaped at her. “Share the bed...with you? Are you sure?”
“Mikael...get your butt over here,” she said with a wry smile.
Obliging her, he shrugged off his shoes and settled into the small bed beside her as she held the blanket open for him. Calanthe settled down on the floor near the door and shut her eyes a few moments later. She smiled at Mikael’s genuine awkwardness and chivalry, as he still seemed to insist on giving her more room on the bed than himself as he settled in beside her. Once he’d settled in, she snuggled herself against him, clinging to the warmth radiating off of him. In only a few short hours, she no longer felt that Mikael was a stranger to her anymore and did not feel the same wariness she did with most people. He shivered from the close contact with her, and Ciri suspected that he’d never been in close proximity to a woman like this before.
“Comfortable?” she whispered.
“Mhm,” Mikael replied.
“Good. Sleep well, Mikael of Cintra.” Only moments later, she heard the sound of soft snoring and knew that he’d drifted off. Clearly whatever trepidation he had about sleeping near a woman for the first time was trumped by his genuine exhaustion from having spent all of the prior day attending to her.
Ciri herself drifted off a few moments later.
This sleep did not last long, however. At one point in the night, she felt someone’s arms snake around her midsection. She awoke with a brief start, turning over on her side. She relaxed, however, when she realized that Mikael was still sleeping, and had snuggled up closer to her. She could see his freckled face peacefully resting on the pillow right beside her ashen-haired head. She smiled, wondering when was the last time this lad had been able to sleep peacefully, even with a loyal guard dog.
For the first time, however, she became aware of something else. Something stiff and hard poking against her bum. Her breath hitched in her throat from the sudden realization that he’d gotten a boner in the middle of the night, and she could now feel it pressing right up between her cheeks, albeit separated between her pants and his.
The witcheress processed this, and realized that she was not perturbed by it in the slightest. Another woman in her position would’ve been disgusted and aghast. But Ciri was open-minded, and she’d had some frank conversations about such things with her close friend Bea, the Novigrad barmaid. She knew that men and boys could not exactly control their boners, especially while they slept.
However, the more she thought about it, the more her mind began racing. Had this young man gotten this erection because of her? It was a strong possibility, she knew. She’d caught him blushing a few times while looking at her, especially with that mishap with her shirt. Mikael seemed like a chivalrous young man, likely taking after his knight father in that regard, but he was still a hot blooded male underneath it all. Seeing his first pair of tits in the flesh, and now sleeping so intimately against a young woman, well, it was bound to arouse him. Especially since she suspected that he was likely a virgin.
Ciri was about to brush it all off and go back to sleep, unconcerned by the stiff thing pressing against her rear end. But the more she thought, the more she was not only untroubled, but also started to become aroused herself. Before she could stop them, salacious ideas began to run through her head.
Even before discovering the truth about her lineage, he’d gone out of his way to help her out of a very dangerous predicament, and he had not even broached the subject of getting something from her in return. Hells, she’d had to coax him just to share his own bed with her.
She wanted to reward this sweet boy. And she had the perfect reward in mind for him.
It was a spur of the moment decision, but one that felt oddly right to her. It had been some time since she herself had shared her body with anyone else; her thoughts briefly went back to Bea, her barmaid friend, and she blushed briefly. She had never been with a virgin before though, and the idea of taking the reins and being the guiding hand for someone else’s first time was new to her ...new, but not unwelcome. She just hoped that Mikael would be comfortable enough to go along with what she was starting to plan out in her head. She suspected that the shy lad would need some encouragement, but not much.
As carefully as she could, she slipped out of bed and tiptoed from the room to prepare for what she had planned. Calanthe the dog had already taken it upon herself to wander off, probably falling asleep in the downstairs chamber of the watchtower at some point in the night. Good, Ciri thought; canine or no, she wanted to be alone with the boy for what she was planning to do next. She shut the door to the room and then went to the endtable beside the small bed, lighting a candle.
As soon as the room was partially lit up, Mikael’s eyes squinted open. “Ciri?” he drowsily asked. “What time is-”
She gave a smirk from the lad’s flabbergasted expression when he rubbed his eyes and realized what he was now looking at. Ciri had taken off the spare shirt he’d provided her, baring her perky tits to his astonished gaze.
“...it,” he dumbly finished, at a complete loss for any more words.
Ciri grinned as her pants slipped down her legs along with her underclothes, leaving her completely nude before the astonished youth. She heard his breath hitch the moment her last articles of clothing fell to the ground and left the ashen-haired woman completely bare before him. She did not make a habit of flaunting it, but she knew her body was gorgeous, and she knew the effect her beauty had on men (and women). Mikael, as sweet as he was, was still a hormonal teenaged boy, and he was no match for her in the face of this display.
His gaze greedily took in every inch of her naked skin from head to toe, his sheer hormonal lust overtaking his usual shyness. The boy had had a crush on her ever since he rescued her, and this view alone was more of a reward than he could handle. His gaze fell onto her perky breasts, their succulent shape and dainty pink nipples enticing him to no end as he licked his lips.
Noticing where his gaze currently was, Ciri grinned mischievously, pushing out her chest while she reached down and caressed her pink perky nipples before giving them a light pinch, moaning as she did. She had to admit, she was getting increasingly turned on by the second, more than she had anticipated. Offering her body up like a slice of cake to this sweet boy, her “knight of Cintra”, was thrilling for her, and she only wanted to keep pushing the envelope.
“See something you like, Mikael?” she asked seductively. “You’re a sweet boy, but I know you’ve been thinking about these ever since you took my shirt off after you rescued me. Do you like my tits, Mikael?”
He was blushing bright red at this point, averting his gaze suddenly. “I...I-.” Poor boy, he was at a loss for words, and was too nice and chivalrous to voice what he was thinking.
“Hey, it’s alright, Mikael,” she said gently. “I want you to tell me.” She then added with a more naughty grin, “Your queen wants you to tell her.”
That seemed to spur him into action. He mustered up the courage to eagerly feast his eyes on his body again. Clearing his throat, he finally replies, “Yes, Ciri. By Melitele, yes, your...tits are amazing! They’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen!” he proclaimed with boyish enthusiasm.
Ciri smiled widely at that, feeling herself grow wetter. She sauntered toward him, swaying her hips as sexily as she could while his eager gaze followed her movement as she approached the bed. “I thought so, my sweet boy, my sweet knight.”
When she was right beside the bed, she leaned over him, her emerald green eyes gleaming at him while her perky, soft breasts were right in front of his hungry gaze. “Go on, Mikael. Touch them if you’d like.”
He gulped and nodded, reaching up slowly with shaky hands as he gently took each of her breasts in both of his hands, gasping as he did. Ciri let out a pleasured sigh when she felt him palm her breasts with his calloused hands, his thumbs grazing over her nipples as they grew harder from the contact, goosebumps forming across her pale skin as he did. While he spent some time caressing her breasts to his heart’s content, his gaze fell between her slender, toned legs, peering at the treasure that lay between them, his eyes fixed briefly on the intricate rose tattoo on her left thigh before his eyes turned toward her aroused sex. Ciri smiled and widened her stance, spreading her legs open so that he could see better.
“See something else you like?” she teasingly asked. Already knowing the answer to that question, she reached down with one hand, using her middle and pointer fingers to separate the petals of her labia, opening herself up for him with an intimate view of her most intimate region. He seemed particularly entranced by the fact that her pubic mound was shaven bare, completely smooth. Ciri tended to shave as often as she could while out on the road out of personal preference, but she had to admit that she liked how pleasing it was to the occasional lover that she shared herself with as well.
He groaned in response, his hands continuing to caress her breasts even as he was suffering some sensory overload from her seductive words as well as the sight of her lovely pussy. Panting like a dehydrated man in need of water, the boy eagerly asked, “My queen...Ciri, c- can I...touch it too?”
Ciri grinned, replying by gently taking a hold of his hand and guiding it between her legs. “One finger now. Gently slide it in.” Taking her words to heart, he slowly, delicately pushed his pointer finger between her folds and into her hungry pussy, her tight sex practically swallowing up the thin digit and gripping him. He was looking down at her, his mouth seemingly fixed in an entranced open-mouthed expression from what he felt down there. “What do you feel, my sweet boy knight?”
He chewed his lip. “It’s so tight, and wet. Is it supposed to be this wet?”
The ashen-haired twenty-three year old woman smiled at the lad. “It’s that wet because it means that I want your cock inside me.” His face was as red as a beat by this point, and he shyly averted his gaze in a way that she’d become familiar with. “Mikael,” she said, gently cupping his cheek and turning his face back toward her again. “Do you want to put your cock inside me?”
He pursed his lips for a few moments as he chose his next words carefully. “M- more than anything. But it isn’t right, is it? You’re my queen. I can’t have...sex with my queen, can I? Even though you said you aren’t a queen anymore and don’t want to be called queen anymore and you’re a witcher and…” he babbled nervously before she gently put a finger to his lips.
“Mikael, you’re a sweet, charming young lad who saved my life. Queen, witcher, plain old Ciri - whatever you want to call me, I'm just a woman who wants to give her savior the best reward I possibly can. Say the word, and I’ll happily do that.”
Looking into his blue eyes, she saw something seemed to click into place there, and the normally shy lad for the first time looked resolute. He nodded with conviction, though the lust was still very much there was well. “Yes,” he simply replied.
She smiled, her emerald eyes twinkling at him. “Alright then. Lie back on the bed.”
He eagerly obeyed, lying back flat on the bed. Ciri got up onto the bed, the decrepit frame of the bed creaking from both of their weight atop it. She crawled toward him, smiling with a hungry expression on her face as she drank in his look of desire and craving as his eyes traced over her nude form.
Her fingers went to the laces of his breeches, untying them while he watched, transfixed. She firmly pulled his breeches down his legs and his hard cock sprang out, throbbing and twitching against her thigh. Ciri licked her lips as she looked down at it. She had already had some idea of what to expect, having felt the prominent bulge in his breeches when he’d pressed up against her in his sleep earlier, but seeing it in the flesh got her more excited than she’d anticipated. Ciri had always been very particular when it came to men and their genitalia; she’d seen far too many drunken fools flash their smelly, ugly, veiny cocks in her direction in her time. Mikael’s wasn’t like that. It was a smooth and not at all ugly cock, and a healthy size for his age, big enough to be fun for her but not so big that it would cause her discomfort. And she was pleased to see that Mikael kept himself clean and well groomed, with only a small patch of pubic hair down there.
“Mmm, the young ladies of your village missed out on something nice when you left them, Mikael,” she purred.
“Thank you,” he softly replied. He blushed from her words, though she could see the tiny tug of a smile at the corner of his lips. Ciri knew that this was the lad’s first time, and she knew the importance of giving him a big confidence boost. Not that her words were insincere; while she’d tended to lean toward women in terms of her personal preferences, men were not out of the question for her either, especially a young man like Mikael who’d charmed her with his chivalry and humble politeness, and he had a quite nice manhood to boot.
She took him into the palm of her hand and he moaned, his cock twitching in her grasp. A burst of precum bubbled out from his plump cockhead, and she cooed, smearing the preseminal fluid around the head. Deciding to arouse the unprepared boy further, she brought her fingers up to her lips, her dazzling green eyes watching his face as she did. A thin cobweb of precum extended from his cockhead to her fingers as she brought them to her mouth and sucked her fingers dry. He groaned from the arousing display, the sound music to her ears. She felt his cock - by now as hard as the hilt of her sword - throb and twitch erratically against her thigh, tapping right up against the rose tattoo she had there.
“You liked that, did you?” She asked seductively. “I can feel how hard you are. It feels like it’s been ages since you last wanked off. It has been, hasn’t it?”
He opened his mouth and then closed it again. “I’ve not really...done that much.”
She looked at him with skepticism. “What, wanked off? You kidding?”
He shook his head. “Ever since Cintra, and the war, I always found it hard to...relax. Even with Calanthe to help keep me safe, I just never wanted to, you know, let my guard down.”
Ciri frowned. She could certainly relate to what he was saying; she’d spent years pursued by the Wild Hunt as well as others who wished to use her for their own ends. Any time she’d attempted to settle down and give herself some...alone time, it never went well. She’d constantly needed to be on the move, always running. She’d at least gotten the opportunity to relax and indulge a bit more when she’d teleported to other worlds to hide from the Hunt, thankfully. This was a luxury that even this lad didn’t seem to have, or at least he felt like he didn’t have it.
However, a strange desire suddenly began to manifest for Ciri as the revelation that Mikael had shared with her. The fact that she had a practically untapped virgin in front of her was a delicious prospect to her. A kink that she never even knew she’d wanted to indulge in was all she could think about now, as she felt her sex tingle and grow even wetter.
“Well, that’s all about to change now,” she said with a caring smile, leaning down and planting a kiss on his lips. “That is, if you still want it to.”
He eagerly nodded. “I do. My queen, err I mean Ciri. I want you to show me everything.”
Her green eyes twinkled with lust. “Oh I plan to,” she replied. She stroked his hard cock, feeling it twitch and throb angrily in her grip, the head of his cock a bright red from how positively pent up he seemed. “But I think for now, we ought to just skip to the main event. I plan to show you plenty of other things like foreplay later, but for now, it seems like you’re going burst, and I for one do not want your first proper orgasm to go to waste,” she said with a wink. “My savior deserves better than that.”
She swung her toned, slender body atop his lanky frame, feeling his throbbing cock rubbing deliciously up against her wet slit. She shifted her hips around atop the blushing lad, rubbing her juices up and down the tip of his cock. She settled herself right above his tip, before she looked into his face.
“Mikael...last chance. Giving me your virginity is a big thing, and I don’t want you to do it unless you’re really sure,” she said with a reassuring smile.
Mikael took in the captivating display of the gorgeous young woman straddling his hips, from her scarred yet lithe body to her silky smooth mound to her perky breasts to her vibrant green eyes staring back at him patiently. Something like fear flickered in his gaze from her words, but something told her that it was not fear of her taking his virginity, but rather a fear that he would never again get another chance to lose it to a woman like her if he didn’t seize the opportunity now.
“I’m sure, Ciri!” he replied with bated breath. “You’re such a beautiful gir- woman,” he said, correcting himself. “I wouldn’t want my first time to be with anyone but you!”
Ciri gave a wide grin and leaned down to plant a small kiss on his lips before pulling back. “That’s all I needed to hear.” She shifted her lips slightly, once again lining the plump, flushed head of his cock against her entrance. “I’m going to take you inside me now. Watch as it happens,” she whispered lustfully.
With him looking right at her smooth shaven mound, she took him in hand and held his throbbing member up, lowering herself down with a sigh. His cock pushed against her pussy, her delicate pink folds enveloping themselves around the head of his cock. The head popped into her pussy with a squelch and she threw her head back and moaned. While Mikael was only average sized, Ciri had not been with many men, and it had been some time since she’d last had any sort of intimate company, so Ciri needed several moments to reacclimate to the feeling of the once-virgin young man being inside her. After a few moments, she shifted her hips and sank down the remaining smooth inches of the lad’s cock until her wet lips met the base of his cock and his small patch of pubic hair, fully sheathing him inside her tight cunt.
She looked down at the lad beneath her, and she saw pure bliss on his face. His blue eyes were wide and his mouth was open in a wide “o” as he stared enraptured at her atop him, as if he could scarcely comprehend the lovely petite goddess that he was now sheathed inside. Ciri’s arousal spiked and her affection for the kind boy grew; taking his virginity and blowing his mind in the process was giving her a satisfaction and a pleasure that she hadn’t expected. She remembered how scared and uncertain she had been when she herself had lost her virginity all those years ago, and she was determined to make Mikael’s first time better for him.
“How does it feel, Mikael?” Ciri asked, struggling to keep her voice steady and confident from the pleasant sensation of his cock inside her. “How do you feel to be inside your queen?”
Mikael was breathing heavily, his hands digging into the bedsheets on either side of him. Ciri felt his cock make a prominent twitch inside her, sending a pleasant burst of pleasure inside her when she felt it. “It- it feels so amazing, my q- queen!”
Ciri smiled. “That’s what I like to hear,” she purred lustfully. She reached down and took his hands in hers, placing them on her hips. “Now why doesn’t my knight just sit back and let his queen take care of him.”
Ciri rose herself up, sliding Mikael’s cock almost entirely out of her before she dropped down again. They both moaned as their hips clapped together before she slid herself up and began to ride the young man in earnest. Her own breathing kicked up a notch as she began to quickly work up a sweat, her athletically toned body - perfectly honed to be an agile fighting weapon over the years - flowing like water every time she sensuously pumped herself up and down his member.
She felt his hands on her hips and, to her surprise, his thumb intimately began to rub her thigh where her rose tattoo was. It was a surprisingly loving gesture from the inexperienced lad, but not an unwelcome one. She began to ride him even harder, the boy’s blue eyes fixated on the swell of her petite and perky breasts dancing with the motion of her movements. His moans were music to her ears, and she could tell that he wasn’t likely to last long. That was fine with her though; admittedly, she was not going to last much longer either. It had been far too long since she’d been with anyone, and the lad’s cock was more than enough to scratch her itch and rub her g-spot with every downward strike.
The witcheress felt the boy’s cock twitching inside her tight pussy, and she could tell that he was mere seconds away from bursting. A rational part of her was tempted to slide up off his cock right now and finish him with her hands or her mouth. A life of being on the run had conditioned her to avoid the unexpected burdens of unwanted pregnancies, and years of being chased noblemen and the Lodge of Sorceresses to be used as royal breeding stock had naturally made pregnancy undesirable to her anyway. However, for some reason that she couldn’t explain, she did not want to waste Mikael’s ejaculation - his first proper one, by his own admission - on her hands or her mouth. The idea of taking this virgin boy’s first real climax inside her unprotected pussy just felt right.
It’s safe for me right now. I shouldn’t need to drink a potion. It’s worth the risk to make his first time as good as I possibly can, isn’t it? Ciri thought.
“Oh...C- Ciri! I’m about t- to-”
“Mmm, good, baby!” she moaned. “I’ll bet you want to blow your load inside your queen, don’t you? You did save my life after all, so you should - ugh - be able to cum wherever you want, shouldn’t you?”
“I...yes...if you think I should!” was all he was able to reply.
“Oh yes, I do! I think my young knight should blow his entire load inside his queen’s tight pussy. Do it!” she moaned.
The simple old bed was creaking up a storm as Ciri rode the young man into oblivion. She threw her head back and sighed in tandem with his moans of pleasure, running her hands through her ashen hair as she felt the twitching of his virgin cock inside her reaching a fever pitch. Mikael’s cock was scraping against her sensitive walls and rubbing against her g-spot, and she knew she was about to orgasm herself. To her delight, she realized that she was about to climax simultaneously with him.
“Oh goodness, Ciri!” he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.
A moment later, she felt his cock swelling before she felt a burst of warm, sticky wetness against her cervix. That was enough to set her off as well; she climaxed with a long moan of pleasure, her sweat-glistened slender body spasming while her hips continued to ride them both through their shared orgasm.
Before long, Ciri was amazed by the sheer volume of cum the skinny lad’s balls could produce, as her womb was quickly filled with his cum after a few frothy spurts, and yet still he continued filling her with more. The fact that this was his first time and he had gone so long without any kind of release certainly contributed to the seemingly endless gushes of spunk inundating her cunt. This boy, now a man, was an untapped reservoir of rich virginal semen, and her tight, silky sheath was milking him for all of it.
After he’d spent every ounce of his pent-up lust inside her now-drenched cunny, his head fell back on the pillow with a sigh and his body went slack just as her orgasm also reached completion. She collapsed atop his body, but her weight was negligible and he happily lied there with the gorgeous warrior woman several years his senior straddled atop him and his cock plugged up inside her.
She took a few moments to compose herself, resting her head against his slender chest, listening to the steady, relaxing thumping of his heartbeat. She could feel cum leaking out of their point of union and onto the bed beneath them, making her aware again of just how much he’d filled her with. She searched her thoughts and oddly found no trace of disgust from her first proper insemination. This was something that would have been off-putting to her several years ago, but instead she found that she actually...enjoyed the feeling of a sweet virgin lad’s pulsing gushes inside of her. If she was being honest, the feeling of taking the entirety of his spend inside her deepest place was intoxicating, and the fact that it came from a lad who’d saved her and expected and demanded nothing from her in return had no doubt contributed to the enjoyment she derived from it.
“Bloody hell ...if rewarding my brave knight is going to be this much fun, then I just might have to keep rewarding you. Would you like that?” she whispered with a grin. When he didn’t respond, she asked, “Mikael?”
She propped herself up and looked at the boy’s auburn head and saw that his eyes were shut and his soft lips were slightly opening and closing with noiseless snores. Ciri wiped a sweat from her brow and chuckled. She’d fucked the poor boy asleep. That was another first for her. The witcheress looked down at the lad with a bit of adoration. He actually looked quite cute when he slept so soundly, she had to admit.
Ciri pondered what she would do next, after she and Mikael woke up the next day. She knew that she really had no obligation to stay here with the lad any longer. She’d given him his reward, and she could leave to continue on with her travels if she wanted. But it only took her a moment to realize that she didn’t really want to just yet. Mikael and his canine companion were good company, and she wasn’t keen on parting ways just yet. And if she was being honest with herself, she wanted to keep “rewarding” him even more and playing the rather enjoyable role of sex educator. Being a virgin’s first “conquest” had been more fun than she’d anticipated, and it opened up a wealth of sordid possibilities for the young woman.
Perhaps I can train him to be my own personal squire. My sex squire. What other witcher can claim to have one of those, she thought with amusement, briefly wondering what Geralt and Yennefer would think about all this. By Melitele, hopefully they somehow couldn’t have any way of knowing what she was getting up to from their cozy new vineyard in Toussaint…
She shook her head and turned her attention back to the boy on the bed. Whatever she decided to do, she endeavored to gauge his level of comfort every step of the way and not push too much on him at once. Somehow though, she had a feeling that he’d be eager to go along with whatever she had planned.
“Sweet dreams, Mikael,” she whispered softly, leaning down and planting a kiss on his freckled cheek. She blew out the candle on the end table beside the bed, blanketing the lone tower chamber in darkness before she succumbed to sleep a moment later.
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