The Caged Lioness

The Caged Lioness Ch. 3

I do not own or have rights to any characters in, or the Witcher. This is for entertainment only.

Warning: This chapter contains Yennefer and Ciri taboo. If that's a deql breaker, I'm afraid this chapter won't be for you.

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"Well, Master," Ciri said with a sigh as she took in the sight of an early morning Zarad, "It's our last day for my sworn service." If Zarad didn't know any better, he would swear she was going to miss it.

"Hopefully we'll make it as good as the first day," Zarad said as he kicked out of his bedroll and got dressed for the day. The night had been surprisingly warm, too warm for he and Ciri to comfortably share a single roll.

Before Ciri could get dressed, Zarad had already started preparing a fire. He urged her to take her time, as they had finished his rotation of the four villages. Today was their day, if they chose to spend it all in the wild and not head back for Willow Creek, or perhaps Ciri wanted to find somewhere for her exhibition games, which had become her favorite. The experience with Zarad had taught Ciri that she had a mighty kink for being watched... and sometimes used by strangers.

As Ciri laid on the top of her bedding, utterly nude, Zarad had just started a fire when a blinding purple light flashed, there was an odd, warping sound, and then a raven haired woman dressed in black was in the middle of their camp.

"Cirilla?" Yennefer of Vengeburg asked, her soft purple eyes glancing around. She spotted a very shocked looking dwarf, shook her head, and then saw Ciri, a very naked Ciri, scrambling to hide under her bedroll.

"Yen!" Ciri squealed, letting Zarad know right away that she knew this fierce but beautiful woman.

Yennefer wheeled back to the copper haired dwarf and with a flick of her finger, summoned a ball of flame from the ether. "You will tell me right now what you have done to my daughter!" The sorceress roared.

"Yennefer, it's not like that at all!" Ciri balked. "Zarad hasn't forced me to do anything!" she pleaded. "He's a friend! He saved my life!"

The fury in Yen's eyes dissipated, but there was still a spark in both her eyes and in her hand. "Who are you?" she asked Zarad as he slowly stood up, his hands raised to show he was unarmed. Yen's eyebrows slightly raised. "You're a damn tall dwarf," she marveled.

"Ciri has said something similar," Zarad chuckled. "As Ciri said, I am Zarad. I'm a sheriff. Ciri took a contract offered by myself and an innkeeper in Willow Creek."

"What Zarad won't tell you is that I carelessly rushed in, and he saved me, Yen," Ciri interjected slowly, sitting up but hiding her nakedness from the closest thing to a mother figure she had left. "I had been apprehended, and the deserters were attempting to strip me. Had Zarad not been in time, I could have been ravaged and maybe killed."

"That's quite the story," Yennefer said in shock but trying not to be too moved, "but it doesn't explain why you're nude in the wilds, darling."

"I understand I am the one on trial here, but might I know who you are, Lady?" Zarad asked courteously.

"I am Yennefer of Vengeburg, Cirilla's... adoptive mother," she trailed, not wanting to go into such a long story with this mysterious dwarf. "Will either of you tell me why she's naked?"

Ciri's face flushed at the elephant Yennefer kept dragging into the room. "Well you see, Yen, uhm... we have a rule, fully consensual, might I add, that I don't wear clothes in camp."

Yennefer's amethyst eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms under her chest. She vaguely motioned between the unusual pair. "And what kind of, erm, relationship is this?"

"When Zarad saved me, I pledged my service to him in any capacity he could think of. And I may have... steered it in a certain direction," Ciri loosely explained.

Yennefer averted her eyes from the once child surprise who was now a 23 year old independent and beautiful woman. "So this is your idea?" Yennefer asked, judgement clear in her voice, but then she dropped her shoulders and sighed. "Geralt and I have had some... experiences together, so as long as you are happy, I am happy for you. I am pleased that nothing is happening against your will," she said with a curt nod.

"Thank you, Yen," Ciri said, relieved and surprised that her stand-in mother was so understanding. "I'll get dressed and then we'll have breakfast?"

Yennefer shook her head. "Sorry, dear, but you made a deal with Zarad. You two agreed upon the rules that you are forbidden from wearing clothes in camp. Those rules must stand. Why would my unexpected intruding change that?"

"Yen, you're like my mother!" Ciri argued but Yennefer just held up her gloved hand.

"And a mother makes sure her daughter stays to her word, Ciri. Do not act like I am some prude, anyway," Yennefer laughed. "Zarad, tell me about yourself."

As Zarad prepared breakfast for the three of them, he recounted to Yennefer everything of his story he had told to Ciri, and to his surprise, Yennefer intently listened. "And that brings us up to meeting Ciri."

"You've had quite the life, Sheriff. I did not expect to find Ciri in the woods with such a character. Pray tell, what are your plans after Ciri has finished her 'service'?"

"Today is my last, in fact," a naked Ciri said as she laid a blanket on a log, protecting her fine skin from the rough bark. "What are your plans once my terms are up?"

Zarad shrugged. "My life shall go back to how it was before you, Ciri." There was a touch of sadness to his voice that he wasn't quite able to hide. "I don't expect to meet someone like you again."

Ciri's face softened and she sighed. "Our time together was the last thing I expected to happen when I went to Willow Creek, but I deeply enjoyed our time together, and I will be sad to part with you."

Yennefer is touched by the sweet scene, but she remained silent. It wasn't her place to say anything. She was then hit by a potent thought. "Ciri... you can teleport through time and space. Why are you traveling so mundanely? We defeated the Wild Hunt," the sorceress pointed out. "You're no longer tracked."

Ciri tilted her head in thought and then looked up at the matriarchal figure. "I guess I just enjoy traveling. The company's been good, too," she said towards Zarad with a smile.

"I never thought I would say this about you and a dwarf, but you two are quite sweet together," she said softly. Yennefer was known for being a cold and pragmatic sorceress, but this was her sweet Ciri, after all. With everything they had been through, she was pleased to see the young woman happy.

"It's the last day of your sworn time together, so shall I come back later, or...." Yen trailed off, not sure what they had planned, but given the "no clothes for Ciri" rule, she expected that it was a very sexually charged terms of service deal.

Ciri's cheeks flushed and she had to turn away from the raven-haired woman. Yen caught it and smiled at the scandalous way Ciri couldn't meet her eyes. "Oh, I see," the older woman teased.

"Ciri, I have no problem releasing you a day early," Zarad said easily. "You've chosen to stay by my side and I appreciate it, we've had a lot of fun, but I won't force you to stay our last day if you and your, erm, mother? have somewhere to be."

Yennefer shook her head. "I just dropped in to see how my darling was doing. I haven't heard from her in a while, and Witchering is dangerous work. But I see she's in good hands," Yennefer finished, placing a hand on Ciri's bare thigh. "Can I ask what you two had planned?" she asked, a knowing smile on her face, expecting a scandalous answer.

Ciri's face got even redder, if it could have, and Zarad almost spilled a bit of red wine he was drinking from a skin. "Yen, I'm not sure you want to, um, engage or spectate in our activities..." she said awkwardly.

"Ciri, we haven't seen each other in months and you're trying to get rid of me so soon," she teased.

"Well you're seeing a lot of me right now," Ciri said, thinking about covering her smallish but pert chest.

"I don't know much about the relationship between the two of you, but would it be misplaced of me to ask Lady Yennefer to join us?"

Ciri's jaw dropped. "No, Zarad! Yennefer is the closest thing to a mother I have. This is currently as much embarrassment as I can stomach, I think."

"My apologies," Zarad said deeply, bowing low.

"No apologies necessary, Sheriff," Yennefer chuckled. "Had Ciri not so hastily shot down the invitation, I may have considered tagging along on your dirty exploits."

"What?" Ciri asked in deep shock.

"Geralt has been away on business for some time and has not been able to satisfy my needs. I did not come here for that purpose. I have, however, heard some quiet but trusted sources say," her purple eyes dropped to Zarad's crotch, "that dwarves are quite well endowed."

Ciri's jaw fell even lower, and Zarad sputtered. "Um, well, that is a well-kept secret. And most dwarves that do talk about our size being larger or the same size as humans, are usually called blowhards or braggarts," Zarad explained rather studiously.

"Is it true, Sheriff? Are dwarves well endowed?" Yennefer asked, leaning forward, a knowing and teasing smirk on her face.

"I can't speak for other dwarves, but Zarad is the largest cock I've experienced."

"Ciri!" Zarad called in surprise.

Ciri smiled, but her face remained quite crimson. "Sorry, it's true. I have a hard time not singing your praises when I get the chance," she shrugged and smiled sheepishly. "And Yen, his tongue!" she almost squealed.

Yennefer's eyes widened with the delight of a school girl. "Oh, do say more!" she encouraged as she held Ciri's hand but looked at Zarad.

"I'm going to stop this right now," Zarad said, standing up and crossing his arms. "I thought we didn't want to involve Lady Yennefer."

Ciri smiled, looking at Yen. "I don't think it's a great idea, but she seems unbothered...."

"I'm becoming less bothered by the moment, actually. It's quite hard to find my sense when it's been a while since I've been relieved. My pretty little Ciri being pleasured by a big dwarf cock is making me quite hot under my collar," she said, playing with the white material of her undershirt, mostly hidden by her black traveling jerkin.

"Well if she's being invited in on our last day, she'll have to play by the established rules. No clothes, Lady Yennefer," Zarad said sternly, trying to control the situation before Yennefer could take over.

"Oh very well," she said with a roll of her eyes. She snapped her fingers and was instantly as naked as Ciri, only her signature black choker and her boots still on.

"Well that was easy," Ciri said, her eyes drifting appreciatively over Yennefer's form. "So Zarad, two beautiful, powerful women naked down to the boots in your camp. Whatever shall you do with us?"

"Have I already altered your plans beyond saving?" Yennefer asked, a sincere tone to her voice.

Ciri's face was starting to become permanently red at the rate things were going. "Well, we did have plans..." Ciri began, but she wasn't sure she wanted to divulge them to such a powerful and personal figure as Yen.

"You can tell me," Yennefer encouraged the white-haired girl. "We're both stark naked in front of your dwarf lover. What could be so bad you can't tell me in this setting?" she asked, motioning her arms to the woods around her.

"Well, Lady Yennefer, Ciri and I have found out that she, well, rather likes pretending to be a prostitute, and me her master."

Yennefer threw her head back and laughed at the image in her head. "Oh Melitele, I have to see that!" she roared. "Are you going to offer the poor girl up in exchange for drinks and lodging you know you could well afford anyway?" She sobered when both adults in question looked away. "Oh, oh I see. That's the fun of it for you, isn't it? Pretending to be destitute and leaving yourself in the hands of drunks and weaklings knowing you could smite the whole inn, maybe the village, in a breath?"

"That's exactly it, Yen. It's a little fun to pretend to be a whore, knowing full well I'm not, and that it's completely by choice. I still make my living on monster killing, or lately deputying with Zarad, but he whores me because... because it thrills us."

Yennefer listened to Ciri's declaration with a small smile. "Geralt and I aren't your real parents," she shook her head, "but you somehow still inherited our... eccentric sexual tastes."

"Are you talking about the unicorn?" Ciri asked, a teasing smile. "I remember Uncle Vesemir giving Geralt shit about it when he didn't think I was listening," Ciri giggled.

It was Yennefer's turn to blush. "Geralt and I have had plenty of... acting games, behind closed doors. Neither of us ever had the mettle to do anything so public, so I commend you both on your bravery," she said with a respectful half nod.

"Lady Yennefer, I can't help but notice how interested you seem, and you've already played willingly this far...." Zarad ventured. "Would you care to join us?"

"Hmm," Yennifer considered, staring into the flames Zarad had cooked their meal on. "I'm not sure I could bring myself to be one of your whores, however... I could play your wife and Ciri's mistress."

"Oh Melitele," Ciri groans. "Yen, do you really think you could stomach watching me being used in public, potentially by multiple people? Could you stomach giving me up to them?"

Yennefer ingests Ciri's words and pictures it in her mind. At first she wasn't sure, but then her imagination ran with the idea and she felt a warmth in her gut. "Yes, yes I can," she said with a smirk. "It will also let me ensure your safety if things go a way we do not want. Between the three of us, you shall be as safe as if you were alone with Zarad in a room enjoying carnal bliss."

"So... I, I guess we're doing this?" Ciri asked, still nervous about performing in front of Yennefer, let alone having her in on it.

"Indeed," Yennefer confirmed with a devilish smile. "However, before we go, we need to look the part." With a hand motion or two and an incantation, the experienced sorceress altered Ciri and Zarad's appearances.

Zarad wore fine suede pants and a linen doublet suitable for a man of business or leisure, the finest threads he had ever felt. Ciri then wore a simple servant's or barmaid dress, covering the goods but exposing her shoulders and a slit on her right leg stopped short of the hip.

"My my, Lady Yennefer," Zarad chuckled, obviously impressed by the raven haired woman's abilities.

"Shall we?" Yennefer asked, throwing a portal. As she stepped through, Zarad and Ciri followed. They appeared to have been transported to a bustling port town.

"Where are we, Yen?" Ciri asked as she followed the confident, much older woman through the streets, trying to ignore the glances the mismatched trio were already receiving.

"I've no idea," Yennefer shrugged. "This could be any one of dozens of port towns in Skellige. I purposefully chose a location nobody would know us."

"That's a bright idea," Zarad said as he began to worry about his purse. This town looked rough, a lot of the people seeming to be fishermen, hard working dock folk, carpenters and men of trades. This wasn't a town of accountants and bookkeepers. "What about there?" he asked, spotting an inn at the top of a rise that overlooked the bay.

"The Mariner's Respite," Ciri read the sign. "Wonder what kind of client they get here," she joked. "This place should work as well as any."

"Ready, lasses?" Zarad asked, his eyes darting to both of his beautiful partners in crime. "Safe word?" he mumbled quietly, hoping none around them in the bustling street would hear.

"Unicorn, I should think," Yennefer responded. "If any of us three should shout 'unicorn' I quickly have us portalled off back to camp in a blink."

"That'll do, I suppose," Ciri said. She was nervous as all hell, about to play this game with Yennefer involved this time, no less!

As confident as ever, Yennefer led their small party into the Mariner's Respite with Zarad behind her and Ciri walking drag.

"Good morning, ser," Yennefer addressed the small man behind the bar. He looked thin and... academic. Not quite the type she expected to hold down the inn before lunch time. "My husband and our..." she cast her eyes at Ciri, "servant, have been accosted on the road. We had to offer them the young girl here to stop them from taking the clothes off our back. We'd be obliged if we could beg for charity," Yennefer said smoothly, as if she had rehearsed this a thousand times.

"Begging charity?" the little man echoed back in a voice that suited his looks. "If you don't have coin, you can warm your bones at the fire, but that's all."

"Please, ser," Ciri said, stepping forward. Using her best innocent, humble voice, the witcheress said, "We've had the hardest journey from the continent, and those ruffians setting on my masters and I... we just need food and a little rest."

"Be a good lad," Zarad said, putting a big meaty hand on the bar. "Look at the poor thing, she's damn near manged with exhaustion and what those four sods did to her."

"Bad turn of luck that is, but I won't give out good bedding and food for nothing. Gotta keep this place open," he practically sniveled, he was such an unimpressive man. "Coin, or some form of payment. That's the end of it."

"Some form of payment, hmm?" Yennefer asked, a predatory gleam taking over her purple eyes. She pulled Ciri tight to her side. "Just what form of other payments would you find acceptable?" the sorceress asked shamelessly.

"Mistress, no!" Ciri whined. "Not after those bastards had at me just hours ago!"

"Shut up, you!" Yennefer bit back. "You washed in the river and we cleaned your holes out properly once they left us alone."

Ciri's cheeks flushed red at Yennefer's brunt wording and the images it left in her mind. "Please, ser, can't you spare some scraps?" the white haired girl begged. "Please don't make my mistress give you my body."

"Don't listen to her, lad," Zarad chuckled as he played with Ciri's silky ashen hair. "She put up a fight against the bandits at first, but you should have heard her moaning and drooling by the end of it," the copper haired dwarf chuckled.

"Master, don't tell him that!" Ciri pleaded, but didn't try to deny it.

"She'll beg you not to, but I bet if you reach out to touch her, she won't stop you," Yennefer adds. "And if she does, I'll order her not to. We're tired and we need the room, even if the price is a romp with the girl, here."

"Let's start here; I'll feed the poor girl, but she's gotta wait for it and eat it stark naked. I'll tell the kitchen what she's having once all her clothes are off," the barkeep bartered.

"Mistress!" Ciri yelped, clutching the simple ties of her servant's dress. "Please don't make me strip for food! What if more patrons walk in?"

The barkeep laughed. "Tell ya what. If more customers come in while you're eating, I'll feed your master and mistress. I need at least one customer for each of them."

Zarad just chuckled. "A little live entertainment to bring a crowd, eh?"

"Those are my thoughts," the skanky man nodded.

"Well girl, get those threads off. Your master and mistress are hungry, and I bet you are as well," Yennefer said coldly, selling the act convincingly. Had Ciri not known the woman, she would have felt downright intimidated.

"Not so fast," the scrawny barkeep added. "Make it a show." He pointed a slim finger at Yennefer. "If you strip her, I'll make it a good meal."

"I'm not the one getting stripped here, so it's up to you," Yenneder shrugged, playing with Ciri's captivating hair. "But you know my refined tastes," she said warningly.

"Fine. Chicken and potatoes does sound better than soup," Ciri sighed, resigning herself to her fate. "Go ahead, then," she muttered, clasping her hands behind her back in a show of submission.