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.