I originally intended to write a series of fan fiction vignettes featuring Cirilla (the grown up Cirilla from the end of the game "The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt"), and possibly others, from The Witcher series by Andrzej Sapkowski. Later on I wasn't sure if I wanted the Ciri in my story to be the same one from the series and I still haven't really decided yet. But you can imagine this Ciri whichever way you prefer, as a young female swordswoman in a generic fantasy setting, or the young female witcher from the world of The Witcher. Either way Alwyn is still just some guy I made up. Yay first literotica submission!
All characters are 18 years or older.
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With the camp finally squared away for the night Ciri took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. She was weary from being in the saddle all day and felt eager to collapse by the campfire which by now was burning cheerily in the center of the camp.
With an unceremonious "oomph" she plopped down next to it. Her recently rescued companion, Alwyn, had already found a comfortable spot to sit on and seemed to be staring intently at the fire, lost deep in thought. The two sat in companionable silence for some time. Occasionally Ciri would poke and prod at the fire to stoke it, using the branch in her hand which she had broken off from the yew tree they were sitting under.
"So tell me about yourself." said Ciri.
"There's really nothin' to tell. Nothin' special..." replied Alwyn.
"Oh come on. There's got to be something. Where are you from? What were you doing on that battlefield?"
"It's a long story."
"We've got time."
"It's also a bit embarassin'."
"Come on! You can tell me. I won't laugh. I promise."
Alwyn was silent for a moment. "All right" he sighed. He'd already had his life saved by her. What further harm could it do?
"Well, there's this girl in my village..."
"Of course" Ciri quipped with a wry smile.
"Me and her have been sweethearts since we were children. I been planning to ask her to marry me, but I know that I'm just too damn poor to give her a good life. So I swore to meself that before I asked her to marry me I would find a way to provide her the kind o' life she deserves, you know? That's why I set out, joined the army, went to seek my fortune that way."
"Mmmm. That's noble of you." Ciri said softly "She's a lucky girl."
"Ah well...turns out I'm a lousy soldier. Not surprisin' really since I ain't got a lick o' combat trainin' to speak of. They just gave us a sword and shield and then sent us straight into battle." He paused, reliving those chaotic events in his mind's eye.
"That's how come you found me out on that battlefield blunderin' about like an idiot." Alwyn laughed half-heartedly.
The warm light from the fire danced on Ciri's face, covering half in shadow and highlighting her beautiful features in profile. She tucked a stray curl of ashen white hair behind her ear and turned to face Alwyn, "At least it's nice to see a man being so chivalrous for his lady."
Alwyn didn't reply, and Ciri felt a bit awkward as the thought hung in the air between them. Suddenly he put his head in his hands. "Oh gods! What am I to do now? I can't go back to my village like this." he lamented.
"Why not?" Ciri asked "I'm sure your lady misses you terribly and would love to see you again."
"But I can't go back to her empty handed! I just can't! I made an oath..."
Ciri wanted to go over and comfort him but somehow she didn't think that just giving him a hug would do the trick. "No" she thought "I've got to distract him, get his mind onto something else." At that moment a deliciously naughty idea forced itself into her head. Young as she was, she still knew the one thing that would be able to distract any male away from his present thoughts. And despite all the hardships Ciri had endured in her lifetime, she was still technically a virgin.
She had been intimate with a fellow swordswoman in her younger days and she always recalled with the greatest affection the time they spent together. Oh gods, how they would spend all night with limbs entwined, exploring, caressing, pleasuring each other to completion. The first time that Ciri had been brought to orgasm by having her soaking wet slit and clitoris tongued she thought she would pass out. She had bucked her hips uncontrollably; moaned and gasped until she was light headed and red in the face. Then, with her loins too sensitive to stimulate any further, they moved on to her modest breasts. And she learned just how erogenous her achingly hard nipples could be when licked, then sucked, then pinched. Over time they became so familiar with each other's bodies they knew just the right buttons to push, so to speak, just how many fingers to insert, and just how far to reach to find their most cherished spots.
But for all that Ciri had never been penetrated by a man, which she considered the true act of defloration. She was in no hurry to lose her virginity, but her curiosity about sex was beginning to overwhelm her inhibitions at the moment. "Oh what the hell?" she thought "Holding on to my virginity isn't making me any safer in this profession and he seems like an upstanding fellow."
"Say Alwyn? Have you and your special girl, ever... made love?" Ciri tried to ask as matter-of-factly as possible.
Alwyn quickly looked up and blushed "What? Of course not! What kind o' girl do you think she is?"
"She's as pure as a... um...." he searched his mind for just the right poetic metaphor.
Ciri half lowered her eyelids and made her voice slightly deeper, duskier "Well then I'm sure a pure girl like her must be saving her honor for you. Mustn't she?"
"Uh... well...." Alwyn was stunned.
"And the thing is, a pure girl like that...she would really appreciate her first time being in the hands of a man with some experience. Puts her at ease and makes her more comfortable." said Ciri at her most flirtatious.
She looked Alwyn directly in the eye.
"Would you like to gain some experience with me?"
Alwyn's heart started pounding, his breath came faster, and his mind was blank. Just as Ciri had anticipated, all previous thoughts about his sorrows were forgotten.
He swallowed hard and struggled to find his words "Umm... ah... Lady Ciri.... are... are you sayin', uh... what I think...?"
Ciri, who had been sitting on the ground with her legs spread rather provocatively instead of crossed, threw the stick she was holding into the woods. She got on her hands and knees and slunk like a cat in heat, figurative tail in the air, over to where Alwyn was sitting. She made sure to give him a good angle of her cleavage and pushed out her shapely rear end.
"Am I saying that this is your once-in-a-lifetime chance to have me... Any. Way. You. Want? Yes, I am." It was almost a whisper.
Alwyn had his mouth agape. All he could do was nod.
Ciri leaned forward and took his face in her hands. He closed his eyes in anticipation and drew in a deep breath, getting a strong whiff of Ciri's natural scent. She smelled sweet with a hint of tartness, like a mixture of fruits and berries he could not identify but knew he would never forget. She brought her lips to Alwyn's to share a full kiss between them. Ciri parted her lips oh-so-slightly so she could slip her tongue into his mouth. "But don't leave it there too long" she reminded herself. She took Alwyn's hands in hers and guided them to her breasts where her nipples eagerly hardened beneath the touch.
Ending the kiss, Ciri rocked back onto her knees and slowly unbuttoned her tunic, drawing out every moment. Alwyn stared, like a starving captive staring at his last meal, while unconsciously holding his breath. Button by button she exposed herself. After tossing the tunic aside she reached behind her with her left hand to undo the wrap she used to cover her breasts.
With Alwyn momentarily stunned by the topless beauty in front of him, Ciri took the initiative, leaning forward again to kiss him, but this time she kept one hand on his crotch so she could stroke his hardened cock through his breeches. Alwyn was already hard after the first kiss, but now he was positively swollen after being fondled. He didn't think he could take much more.
He started to untie his breeches so he could pull them down but was having trouble while kissing Ciri at the same time. Starting to feel quite aroused herself, Ciri gently pushed Alwyn down so he was lying on his back. She pulled his breeches down to his thighs, allowing his cock to finally spring free and erect. Then she stood up to untie and take off her own riding breeches so that she was now wearing only her simple cotton underwear. She could feel her panties were already damp and the wetness was spreading. Suddenly overcome with spontaneity and daring she got down on her knees and took Alwyn's cock in her mouth.
"Ah! Lady Ciri!" groaned Alwyn. "I can't... Ah... I'm goin' to come!"
With her free hand Ciri played with Alwyn's balls, used her tongue to push him yet higher, and prepared for him to come in her mouth.
