The Caged Lioness

Disclaimer: I do not own the Witcher or any of its characters. This story is for entertainment only.

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Ciri woke the next morning with the rising sun, and a dwarf in her bed.

Her body felt light and floaty but there was an unmistakable soreness between her legs. She didn't have to wonder why, because she vividly remembered the hard fucking her new friend and lover, Zarad the sheriff, had given her at the public bath.

"Good morning, Master," Ciri said with a comforted sigh. She didn't regret the debt oath she swore to him yesterday after he had saved her from the bandits, and liberated the sleepy village of Willow Creek.

"Mmmm, 'mornin' lass," Zarad said with a scratchy throat, rubbing his hand over his face and down his beard. He turned his head and looked into smiling emerald eyes. "You are real," he sighed.

"Did you think I was just a dream?" Ciri asked with a giggle, putting her hand on his chest and playing with his coppery curls. "I'm very real, and so was everything that happened yesterday," she purred.

"Does that mean...."

"Yes. I am still yours to do with," Ciri began, wrapping her hand around Zarad's morning wood, "as you please. Today, and for the next twelve."

"I wish we could just stay in this room for two weeks and dissolve into pleasures, but I do have a job," Zarad informed the witcheress solemnly.

"My oath goes past the bedroom, Master Sheriff. Consider me your deputy as well. If you ride, I ride. Everywhere we go, I am yours to command, not just in the tavern."

Zarad sighed as he luxuriated in the way the white-haired temptress played with his dwarfhood, and he had to pull all his willpower together. "Ciri, lass, we should get the bite Caringad owes us and then be on about our day."

"Oh very well," Ciri huffed, giving Zarad's balls a gentle fondle as if in farewell. She tossed the sheet back, revealing their nakedness, and stood up, not ashamed or humiliated in the slightest by either of their undress. "I'll get us some breakfast and I'll return shortly," she announced, heading to the door without putting on a stitch.

"Lass," Zarad chuckled, "You're still in nothing but your skin."

Ciri giggled. "That's because you've not yet commanded me to put anything on," she said with a wink.

Naked as when she was born, the sharp warrior exited the room and confidently strolled into the tavern proper, paying no heed to the stunned and appreciative looks she received from the breakfast clients.

"Good morning, Caringad. Might I trouble you for breakfast for my master and I?" Ciri asked, leaning in on the bar, natural as ever. She was beyond not caring that her ass was presented to anyone who looked, she was proudly showing off her backside.

Caringad turned around and nearly dropped his cleaning rag when he was greeted by the sight of a fully nude witcheress, her long ashen hair down over her back, pert young breasts with rosy pink nipples displayed.

"Oh, well, humph, yes," the older man stammered, trying to collect his thoughts and not stare at the young, lethal beauty in front of him. "I can bring it to your room."

"You don't charge for room service?" Ciri teased with a playful smirk.

"You being here is plenty pay enough for delivery, Lady Witcher," he said with a curt nod.

"Why thank you," Ciri smiled and turned on the balls of her feet, seeing the eyes of every patron on her delectable frame. "Plenty of looking, no touching," Ciri reminded them in a melodious voice, adding extra swing to her hips as she sashayed back to her room.

"Caringad will have our food over shortly," Ciri said, closing the door behind her. Turning to see Zarad, she pouted as she watched him already pulling his boots on.

"Thank you, Princess," Zarad said, a grateful smile on his face. "After we've eaten, I'll get the horses ready to leave."

"I respect your duty sense, Zarad," Ciri said, approaching him, paying no attention to the tattered mess that had been her clothes, "but you seem to be in a hurry for someone who has a willing woman to fulfill his every desire."

Zarad took Ciri's much smaller hands in his and rubbed the back of them with his cracked and rough thumbs. "Ciri, believe me; if I could just stay in this room and fill you full of half-dwarf babies, I would. Unfortunately I have four other villages I must make sure are safe. I have deputies throughout, but I'm the only sheriff."

Ciri smiled and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "Right, well let us eat to restore strength, and then we shall go check in on your waiting subjects."

"I'm just a sheriff, lass," Zarad chuckled, shaking his head. "You're the princess."

Ciri kissed him on the lips that time. "But for now, you are my king." She giggled. "What a story, the Dwarf King and the Witcher."

"A story I'm happy to be in with you," he smiled kindly, his eyes on Ciri's little rose tattoo on her thigh. "In a bedroom or on the road, I'll be happy for the company, Princess."

Ciri paused and a smile graced her face. She grabbed Zarad by the shoulders and tossed him towards the bed.

Zarad scrambled a little but caught himself. He hopped on the bed, taking the cue from Ciri's rushed hand signals.

Ciri had just managed to fish Zarad's large cock out from his pants as Caringad opened the door without knocking.

"Oh good, breakfast!" Ciri beamed at the middle-aged man, her hands both wrapped around Zarad's prick, pretending her heightened senses hadn't alerted her to his approach. "Well, second breakfast. This one woke me up early needing to be taken care of," Ciri giggled and Zarad became red. "I lost track of how many times the Master Sheriff took me last night. No one warned me about the endless appetite of dwarves!"

"Yes, well, next time I'll knock. Mighty sorry, Sheriff and Mistress Witcher," Caringad stammered, leaving the tray on the nightstand and shuffling away.

Once the door was closed again, Ciri couldn't help but to burst into giggles and laughter at what she had done to the poor tavern master. "This is too much fun."

"You're trying to make me a legend around here, lass?" Zarad asked, looking at Ciri from braced elbows, but didn't move to sheath himself.

"Let's eat and be on our way, shall we?" Ciri asked, pushing off of the floor and standing up to her full height.

"Hold on a second," Zarad said, reaching out a hand. "I think we have a little time to spare." His eyes raked over Ciri's fit beauty, and he let out a small growl. "I do only have you for a short time...."

Ciri smiled and got on the bed, straddling his hips. "I'm glad you see it my way, Master Sheriff."

Zarad laid there and watched the fit woman who spit on her hand and worked it into his length, getting him ready for her. "You don't mind if I make this quick, do you?"

Ciri shook her head as she slowly began to sink down his shaft, gasping as he filled more and more of her. "Th... that's fine," she sighed as she soaked in the feeling of a massive dwarf cock deep inside her. "Don't want breakfast getting cold, anyway."

With Ciri's permission granted to finish this quickly, Zarad rolled them over, putting Ciri's back on the bed, making her giggle at his eagerness, but it was pushed into a gasp as he reeled his hips back and pushed into her needy cunt.

"Oh heavens," Ciri whined as she screwed her eyes shut and wrapped her legs around Zarad's muscled lower back. "Fuck me, Master Sheriff!"

"Wish granted," Zarad growled as he buried his fingers into Ciri's fleshy thighs, pulling her into him as he pushed, driving himself in as far as he could, making Ciri let out a choked sob with every powerful thrust.

"Yes, yes Master!" Ciri moaned as Zarad fucked her into the mattress, the boards creeking under her. Between her moans and the old wood, anyone still trying to enjoy their breakfasts would hear what was going on in that room.

It wasn't long before quiet screams crawled out of Ciri's throat as Zarad rutted in her, shooting his seed deep inside of his princess.

"Still just as good as the first time," Zarad chuckled, kissing Ciri's rosy pink nipple and then the other as they came down from their orgasms.

"Agreed," the white-haired wonder said with a heaving chest. "I'm glad we took the time to enjoy each other this morning. I'm not sure we'll have time later today."

Zarad laid down between the soft subtle pillows of Ciri's breasts. "I get the feeling you're enjoying this little arrangement as much as I am, lass."

Ciri giggled as she ran her hands through Zarad's rusty colored hair. "I enjoy being well fucked, and the break of monotony from my usual life is a welcome change," she explained.

"Well I'm glad to help with that, and for what it's worth... I'm glad it's me, Princess," Zarad admitted in a moment of softness he didn't usually allow himself.

"I'm glad it's you, too, Zarad. You certainly aren't who I expected you to be when I met you yesterday morning."

Zarad let out a low, dry chuckle. "That's how I come off to everyone at first. It's important armor for a dwarf, especially one who's been through my path."

Ciri crooked a finger under Zarad's beard and made him look at her. "Tell me a bit about your former life, Zarad, if you can." Her voice was soft and gentle, caring. She wouldn't pry, but she would hear his tale if he chose to tell it.

"Get dressed, Princess. We'll eat, and I'll tell you more about myself on the road. It'll help the day pass."

"That works for me," Ciri said as Zarad got up, allowing her to rise as well.

Zarad chuckled to himself as he saw Ciri go for the food first.

"Zarad, we do have one small problem... those bandits ruined my clothes."

His large dark eyes grew two sizes. "That's right, isn't it? I'll have to acquire some new ones for you. Can't have you traveling around thw county wearing shreds."

"You could, but as much as I enjoy our arrangement, I'd prefer not," Ciri joked. "I still have my leather kidney belt and boots, but my shirt and pants were quite well demolished by the horny bastards."

"I'm sorry it took me so long to get there, lass. I'll pay for your clothes. Had I gotten to the camp sooner, you'd still have your original gear," Zarad lamented, but was a strong enough dwarf that he held her eyes.

Ciri shook her head and took his hands. "It's okay, Zar. You got there as soon as you could. I rushed in hot headed. It's my own fault. You saved me when it mattered, too. You owe me no apology, and I will continue to hold my oath of service."

"I'm not trying to get rid of you, Princess," Zarad chuckled. "Breakfast's getting cold," he reminded his snow-haired maiden. "Let's eat our fill, and then I'll be off to get your new clothes."

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"Your new wardrobe has arrived, Princess," Zarad said as he re-entered the room, only to find Ciri asleep on the bed once again. He smiled softly, taking in the resting beauty, curled on the mattress and clutching the soft sheets to her bare chest.

He wondered how rare it was for her to have such a commodity, let alone such a nice bed. As precious and stunning as this girl was to Zarad, he had to remind himself that she was a professional monster hunter and killer that slept rough in the wilderness more nights than not.

"Ciri, wake up, Princess," Zarad called to her but knew better than to try to physically rouse someone who had seen and been through as much as she had.

"Hmm?" Ciri mumbled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "I fell asleep, I see," she laughed. "This bed is just so enchanting."

"I know, but we really do need to get you dressed and be on our way,"

Ciri sat up in the bed made for two, the sheet falling and pooling at her waist, showing her delectable body again to Zarad, who never got tired of the sight.

Zarad met Ciri as she stood up, casting the sheet behind her to reveal all of her morning glory as her dwarf handed her a parcel wrapped in shop paper, tied closed with twine. "I hope they fit and that they are to your liking."

"I hope they're to yours as well, Master Sheriff," Ciri said with a wink and a smile as her nimble fingers easily undid the knot. As she pulled the paper away, her eyes widened at the sight of crimson red linen. It was a shirt much like her own old one, but had black cuffs and neck outline, and a solid tunic form with a deep V and no closure tie. The sleeves looked right to her, but the hem was a bit above her belly button when she put it on.

"Hmm," Zarad chuffed. "Fit looks right 'cept in the trunk length. We'll have to return it."

"I rather like it," Ciri commented, running her hands over her soft, flat stomach. "What did you find me for pants?" she asked, pleased with Zarad's efforts so far.

Next from the paper, Ciri's hands felt sleek leather, and she smirked. The Lioness held a pair of black leather breeches with silver accents over the seams of the legs. "Zar, these look wonderful," she sighed happily as she stepped into them and shimmied the tight-fitting material up her toned legs. "These are divine," she marveled as she ran her hands over her encased thighs. "You have wonderful taste."

"It's a mesh of what I hoped you'd like and what I thought you'd look good in, I must admit," Zarad chuckled, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

"Great choices," Ciri purred. "Well let me gather what those whoresons didn't destroy, and let us be on our way then, hmm?"

After a few short moments of Zarad patiently waiting, the odd couple were off, bidding momentary farewell to Caringad, who had seen fit to wrap some provisions for the new heroes.

As soon as Kelpie and Rock Eater were saddled, they set down the road towards the next village Zarad was responsible for keeping safe and orderly.

"So Zarad," Ciri said, watching her travel companion from the corner of her eye. Now that Willow Creek is behind us, will you tell me a little more about yourself?"

"Certainly. Ask and I shall answer." He sounded agreeable enough to the Witcheress.

"How did you fall into enslavement?" she asked, getting to it.

Zarad huffed. "I was unfortunate enough to have grown up in a border village near Nilfgaard. When I was but a few years old, can't remember exactly how many, they inevitably invaded. My father was killed in a poorly orchestrated defense of our village. My mother and I were sold into slavery."

Ciri sighed and looked to Zarad with compassion in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Zar. I've heard similar stories plenty of times, but it feels so much worse now that I know you."

"You escaped a sight worse than mine, watching what happened to Cintra. I've seen your scars, Princess. We've both had rough lives. You became a Witcher and fight all kinds of beasts. I escaped a life of slavery and fighting pits. We've both seen too much of the atrocities of this world."

Ciri blinked, stunned a little by this gruff dwarf's perspective. "Zarad, I cannot begin to express how happy I am we were fated to work together."

Zarad tilted his head up and looked at his white-haired companion. "Me too, Princess, me too. It's not just because of the arrangement, either. Not that it hurts, of course," he chuckled, which pulled Ciri's plump lips into a smirk.

"Thinking about the next time you can use those abilities, hmm?" the lady-Witcher teased.

"How couldn't I be? Who wouldn't be? The bandits we fought off wanted a piece of you, too," he reminded her, though she remembered well enough. "I find your company both intoxicating and distracting."

"I like you too, Zarad," Ciri said with a sweet smile. "Did I ask you how long a journey we have till the next town?" she asked, bringing them out of the touching and then hot moment.

"Through the day, and then about mid morning tomorrow," the dwarf said.

"So we'll be camping then?" Ciri asked.

"Yes. I looked at your saddle trappings and saw you're packed for it, so I didn't think it to be an issue."

"It isn't. We'll just have to stay close tonight to keep warm, Master Sheriff," Ciri teased him yet again.

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"This looks like a decent spot to set up camp for the night, hmm?" Zarad asked as he guided Rock Eater into a small glade, dense trees all around them.

"I should say," Ciri agreed. "Healthy grass means soft soil, should make tent setting easy. Tree break is good, keep the wind down. Well spotted," she smiled as she dismounted Kelpie. "It's still pretty warm, even with the sun setting. Any orders, Master?" Ciri asked with a very noticeable purr.

Zarad chuckled at the eagerness of his lethal plaything. "Clothes off. I want you completely nude when we're in camp."

Ciri smiled and curtsied with a wolfish grin on her adorable face. "As you command, Lord Sheriff," the agile beauty said as she shed her sword and then her shirt.

Zarad couldn't help but laugh as Ciri took her sweet time, putting on a show as she undid her dagger belt, looking at him with innocent eyes as she untied the drawstring of her leather pants and then peeled them down her long athletic legs.

"You have me all alone out here in the woods, at your every whim and command, Master Zarad. What will you do to your willing princess, hmm?" Ciri asked as she touched herself over her undercloth.

"It all comes off, Princess. Unders too," Zarad said, sounding almost stern as he crossed his thick arms. He stared at his servant's rose tattoo as she followed his command, pulling down her panties, leaving her in black gloves and leather boots. "Just as beautiful as last time," he said with mirth. "Now let's get camp set up and a fire burning before it's too dark. After that, we'll have a sit by the fire, my lap as your throne, Princess."

With Zarad fully clothed and a Ciri just in protective hand and footwear, they set up the camp at great speed. Given his more protective clothing, Zarad didn't mind starting the fire himself as Ciri set bedding in the tent. She didn't bother to tell him she only set out one sleeping roll.

"Well that's the quickest I've ever had everything set and pitched," he said happily, his large hands on his hips. "Goes by a lot faster with a second pair of hands, especially hands that aren't new to living hard."

Ciri smiled back. "I barely broke a sweat." Her hands were on her lean hips, but they were far more visible than Zarad's. "Well," she began," camp is set, the stars aren't quite out, and here we are."

Zarad's eyes left the fire and wandered to Ciri's naked frame, lit in the beautiful glow of the flames. "You are such a pretty thing, Princess."

"Aww, only pretty?" Ciri asked with a giggle, spreading her legs as she stood, bringing her hand to her furless mound, deft fingers feeling her smooth skin.

"Come here," Zarad growled and motioned for her with a finger.

"Did I upset you?" Ciri asked, lip quirked and eyebrow raised. "Did I do something wrong?"

Zarad chuckled and shook his head as the taller Ciri stood before him. "Just shut the fuck up and put your leg on my shoulder!" he ordered, and Ciri giggled as she lifted her leg high to put her flawless snatch in his face, Zarad only having to bend his knees a little to reach a comfortable height.

Ciri gasped when she felt that scratchier-than-a-human's tongue flick against the inside of her thigh. "So many women have no idea how good a dwarf can lick them," the ashen-haired beauty marvelled as she stood on one foot and held Zarad's head in her hands to help her stay balanced.

"I take pride in knowing I'm the only dwarf who has tasted Princess Cirilla," Zarad said, his voice lower as he took in Ciri's unique and personal scent.

"The only dwarf to taste me, be sucked by me, to fuck me... the only one to ever have me at their every command," Ciri added as Zarad kissed and nibbled the junction of her hip and thigh, building her anticipation for his mouth to be properly on her.

"I'm glad you're not regretting that decision," Zarad told her, his breath hot on her dewey lips. "I haven't even properly touched you yet and you're already wet," he chuckled, letting his tongue slither forward to just touch the edge of Ciri's perfect and puffy vulva.