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Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon—or Ciri—walked through the woods as the sun crept toward the horizon. It was late and growing dark, progressively fewer rays piercing the foliage. Across her back were two swords. One was silver for cutting down monsters. The other was steel, for human opponents.
Her stomach growled, making her frown.
"Thrice damned forest," Ciri cursed.
The pittance of coins she'd been promised for this job wouldn't usually be worth walking into the woods at night, for there was no way she would make it back to the village before the sun went down. The only reason Ciri had taken this job was because she was desperate. Travel funds were running low, with work opportunities having come at frustrating intervals. Let none say the life of a witcher is easy, especially for one who lacks their helpful mutations.
Ciri only had herself and her abilities to rely on. More than enough, she'd found, for all sort of monster. She had the utmost faith in herself to handle this job as well. Although, curiously, she couldn't begin to guess what the monster in question was.
Villagers reported hearing ominous grunting coming from the woods. They described the voices as almost like a human's, but gruffer and unnatural. Occasionally, they said words in the human language, with poor pronunciation as if they were mimicking sounds they had heard.
There were a few possibilities that could be. Frankly, Ciri just wouldn't know the real answer until she had more information to work with.
She didn't expect her boot to find the monster before she did.
It happened as she was crossing a root. Her toe dug into a little shape only slightly taller than her ankle, sending it sprawling. Ciri stared at the little brown creature as it shook its head. Its appearance was like a miniature human crossed with a potato.
The little potato human hopped to its feet. "Gettawayfrom'e!"
"You speak?" Ciri asked.
"Gettawayfrom'e!" "Gettawayfrom'e!" the creature said, stamping its feet.
She drew her silver sword. She didn't wish to kill something that was no threat to anyone… But she had seen enough strange things that she wasn't ready to assume it was really harmless.
When it saw her sword, the little thing turned around and sprinted away, going back and forth between two legs and all fours.
"Wait!" Ciri exclaimed.
She needed to at least bring the creature back with her, to show it to the villagers and prove she'd really found it. This WAS their mysterious monster; the voice had been a perfect match for the description.
Ciri ran quickly, displaying her exceptional athletics. The creature was FAST in the woods, she found. Even at her top speed she barely kept it in view.
As they ran, she heard a new sound: rather angelic singing. It was beautiful, which immediately put Ciri on edge. Beautiful singing in the midst of a dark and dense forest? That had "lure" written all over it. The creature she was chasing seemed to be running toward the noise as well.
As the singing got louder, Ciri reaffirmed her grip on her sword. She spotted light coming from up ahead. Another common sign in traps.
The potato man broke from the trees with Ciri close behind. She sprinted into the clearing in time to watch her quarry hide behind… The legs of a man?
He was wearing some kind of robes, almost like a monk without a hood. He was also strikingly handsome, with lovely black hair and bright green eyes, to the extent that Ciri considered he might be some kind of Fae creature.
He didn't immediately notice Ciri's presence, focused on the small creature she'd been chasing, who'd dove behind his ankle and put an end to his singing. "Oh, so NOW you've run back home, Reginald," he said. "But when I want to have a nice meal with you, you're nowhere to be found?"
The little being (Reginald, apparently?) pointed at Ciri, which was how this man noticed her for the first time.
"Oh! A person…" he said.
He didn't follow that up right away, seemingly a bit confused by the whole situation. So was Ciri.
"Are you from the village?" he asked.
"They sent me," Ciri said, still guarded. "They said a monster had taken root in the forest. They heard ominous grunts and other unnatural noises."
Both of them looked down at Reginald, who growled.
"The gnomes have been scaring people? That's no good," Harry said. "There's quite a few of them scattered through the forest. I can't tell them apart, so I call all of them Reginald. It's the best system I've found."
"They're called gnomes?" Ciri asked.
"Yes. They're really common where I come from," Harry said. "That's very far away, though."
"You live in this forest?" Ciri asked.
It certainly seemed like this clearing was his home. There was a little canvas tent for sleeping, a line hung up with drying clothes on it, and a poorly constructed seat made of salvaged branches.
"I do right now," Harry laughed. "Back home… How do I explain this? Well, there was a portal, and I wanted to see where it went. I chucked gnomes through as a test, because frankly no one misses Reginalds… But the problem was, they just disappeared and couldn't get back. Eventually, I got sick of it and went through the portal myself. That's how I landed here."
Harry chuckled, gesturing at the forest.
"You were never tempted to go into town?" Ciri asked.
"I have certain abilities that are pretty shocking," he said conversationally. "I thought I was as likely to make enemies as I was to make friends. My skills help me live on my own, so I've been doing that. It's… pretty boring, honestly. It's been weeks since I talked to another person."
"I see…" Ciri said.
"If you're already here, do you want to stay for dinner?" Harry asked.
This was the part in the story where he was revealed to be a monster, and he served her something that was poisoned or made of children. Or both. But Ciri was starting to believe that he was an actual human.
She couldn't say why, just that the intuition she'd developed living this way was telling her that he was alright.
"It's almost ready," Harry said, trying to tempt her further.
Ciri looked around the clearing seeing nothing, not even a fire. "Ready where?"
Harry waved for her to follow him. He ducked into the tent.
Ciri stood outside, her sword still out. "Is there even enough room for two people in there?"
"There's plenty!" was Harry's reply, sounding oddly far away.
"I don't believe you. It's not even as tall as a horse—" Ciri said.
A force suddenly grabbed her. It was like a witcher's Aard Sign but in reverse. She was sucked forward and landed on her stomach… In the midst of a space as big as a ballroom. It might've been the same size as the whole kingdom.
"Magic!" Ciri exclaimed.
"Didn't I tell you?" Harry was tending some kind of strange heating device, upon which a soup was boiling. "I guess I didn't. I'm a wizard. Do you like potatoes in your stew? I hope so, because I've gone a bit overboard with them."
LINE BREAK.
"So there I am, flailing around with a sword that I've never been trained how to use, meanwhile the basilisk is flailing because it's had its eyes gouged out—"
"It can't have been a basilisk," Ciri interrupted, a glass of good wine in her hand and an empty bowl of stew in front of her. "Basilisks aren't snakes. Scaly, yes, but with wings and the head of a chicken. Their eyes can't kill."
"Where I come from we might call something else a basilisk," Harry said, unoffended. "It is VERY far away. There's bound to be differences. Whatever you want to call it, I was in over my head. Somehow, I managed to stab it through the mouth. But it got me back."
He lifted his sleeve and showed Ciri an ugly scar. She winced. She had more than a few on her own body, though they didn't dim her beauty.
"The venom kills faster than anything my people knew of. No cure," Harry said. "Except for phoenix tears, something almost as rare as basilisks. Just as I'm about to die, Fawkes swoops over again and cries for me. It's the only reason I'm standing here today."
Ciri set her wine down to clap.
"An excellent story. Whether or not it's all true," she said teasingly.
Harry shrugged. "I have the scar."
"Which you could've gotten in a farming accident," Ciri pointed out. "This basilisk business would make a very good cover story."
"Do I strike you as a farmer?" Harry sounded amused.
"No," Ciri said. "You're definitely a mage. You have the chaotic personality of one. Plus, you think strangely. Throwing gnomes through a portal? Then going through it yourself? Eccentric, to say the least."
Harry shrugged, his smile dimming.
"I wasn't the first one to go through the Veil," he said. "The first one to do it willingly, maybe. There was a fight when I was a teenager. During it, my godfather was hit with a nasty spell and fell in. I just… Wanted to know where he ended up."
Ciri winced, picking her wine up and drinking from it again. "Are you satisfied now that you know?"
"Actually, I don't have an absolute answer," Harry admitted. "I threw about fifty gnomes through, but only a little over ten ended up here. I think the Veil might not lead to just one place. This forest isn't so bad, though, so maybe Sirius landed somewhere similar. I hope he made it and found happiness."
"Enough of this talk," Ciri said. She might've been a tad drunk. "My heart goes out for your loss, but I'll not make you think about it a second longer. You said you haven't visited the village once?"
"I looked at it from afar, but I didn't go in," Harry admitted.
"Then you must not have interacted with very many people," Ciri said.
"Yes, that would be right." Harry smirked. "Did singing to myself and talking to gnomes give that away?"
Ciri grinned back at him, moving swiftly on. She finished her wine and said: "You must not have been with many women, then."
"Oh, lots actually— or do you mean in this world?" Harry said.
"This world," Ciri confirmed.
"It's been quite a while, then," Harry mused.
Ciri liked the expression he made. It aroused her, the way he raised his eyebrows in thought. The fact that Harry was stunning to look at helped with that, and the fact that he'd fed her the best meal she'd had in weeks certainly endeared her to the eccentric mage.
"It's been a long time since I shared a bed as well." Ciri grabbed the top of her white tunic shirt and yanked the collar down to her stomach, baring her tits. "Shall we change that?"
LINE BREAK.
"Fuck! Fffuck!" Ciri cursed, writhing in Harry's bed.
The sheets were messed up around them after the two spent a good while rolling around locked into a passionate kiss. Harry's robes and Ciri's clothes and gear were scattered on the floor of the tent. At the moment, his face was buried into her crotch.
Harry's tongue worked wonders inside of her, which you could tell just by watching Ciri's body.
Her back arched and came up off of the bed. She grabbed the sheets, and when that wasn't enough she grabbed a tuft of his hair. Ciri moved her hips, grinding her face into his face.
"It's as if you have the tongues of ten men!" Ciri said. "Is that one of your spells?"
She regretted the question as soon as Harry chose to answer. Although, as regrettable as it was to temporarily lose the feeling of his tongue, she couldn't deny that he looked great with his lips glistening from her pussy's juices.
"No magic for this. Just good old fashioned practice," Harry said. "If you want to see a magic tongue…"
He buried his tongue into her again, causing Ciri to sigh with relief that the pleasure would return. Seconds later, her eyes stretched open.
"BY THE GODS!" Ciri screamed.
Harry's tongue—which had already felt so excellent—was now VIBRATING. It shook wildly, buzzing in place. All he had to do was press it onto her clit and Ciri lost control, squirting all over his face.
"Hah… Hah… Hah…" Ciri panted. "You— MMFF!"
She curved her back as her body tensed once again. She took to pounding the bed with her fist as the pleasure overwhelmed her senses. She was running out of juices to squirt as her pussy came like it never had before.
Ciri was certainly not a virgin, which made Harry's exceptional abilities stand out even more.
By the time that Harry lifted his head, the vanishing of the sensations felt like a mercy to Ciri. They had been pleasurable to be certain, but her mind was at risk of breaking if she was subjected to much more.
"Mmmmmm…" Ciri moaned, shivering as residual pleasure spread throughout her body.
Harry kneeled between her legs, his manhood now erect. Ciri saw with pleasure that it was large. Just another way for him to exceed her expectations.
Recovering with the fortitude of someone who fought monsters by trade, Ciri rolled over and rose up. She crawled to Harry's dick and ran her finger down the side of it. Looking up at him, she opened her lips and prepared her throat. She would be needing every inch of it if she was going to accommodate this behemoth.
"Ullllk! Ullllk! Ullllk!" Ciri said.
As expected, Harry easily pierced into the recesses of her throat. She didn't suck him until he was ready to cum. Rather, Ciri used her mouth and tongue like a washing cloth, wettening Harry in as many places as she could.
Proud as Ciri was to have fit him in her mouth, there was another hole that it was far more crucial he fit into.
Finally, Ciri leaned back, turning around. Harry gazed down at the beautiful white haired witcher while she raised her ass for him, arching her back flexibly. He rested his hands on her hips, eliciting shudders from Ciri who enjoyed the callouses on his hands.
"Rare to see a mage with rough palms," Ciri said.
"I've done all sorts of work," Harry said. "I like using my hands for a great many things."
He hinted at what one of those things might be by squeezing down, digging his fingers into Ciri's supple hips. Ciri moaned.
"I warn you, I'm a Witcher," Ciri said. "I've fought monsters since I was young. I've taken more knocks and hits than is wise, and I've seen my share of fucks as well. Both of those things have taught me that not only do I like it rough, I can take it. So, Harry Potter, you strange mage… Let me have it."
Harry slammed his dick into her, all of it in one sudden thrust. A wave passed through Ciri's sexy ass following the impact. She gasped, following it up with a laugh of satisfaction. Harry spanked one of her cheeks, leaving a big fresh handprint.
"Harder!" Ciri grunted.
He fucked her rough, letting weeks of built up lust run wild, pouring all his bodily frustration out on this masochistic monster hunter. Her beautiful scarred face looked back at him, her chin resting on her shoulder as she bent her neck. The harder that Harry slapped her ass or thrusted into her, the wider Ciri smiled at him.
"Fuck me, wizard! Ah! Ah! Yes, like that, Harry!" Ciri exclaimed.
Her pussy was tight enough that despite their foreplay, it still gripped Harry so tightly he worried his dick would get stuck. When Ciri came, her walls would undergo a tremor that rocked his dick. He went deep inside her, his cockhead striking somewhere sensitive that elicited divine moans.
Harry grabbed her arms, hauling her up and holding her by the elbows, until that didn't satisfy either of them anymore. From there, his fingers latched onto Ciri's flowing white hair.
He pulled it taut, keeping her up by nothing but her hair, a stinging feeling that promptly made Ciri cum.
"That's right!" she gasped. "Fuck me like an Oxenfurt whore!"
To Harry who had never left the forest in this world, he'd never experienced what an "Oxenfurt whore" was like, nor how one should be treated. All the same, he felt he could make an educated guess.
Instead of holding her hair any longer, Harry let go, leaving Ciri's head to fall back to the bed, driving an "Oof!" from her lips.
He leaned over her then, grabbing the side of her head and forcing it into the mattress so that her cheek was glued to the bed. His other hand went to her upper back, making sure that she was pressed down, unable to rise. He delivered heavy and slow thrusts, each one forcing a moan out of Ciri. "Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Like that, Harry fucked her slow and rough, until he could no longer hold back.
Harry let his cum flood into her pussy, drawing another climax from Ciri's cunt. Their juices mixed while Ciri made a long moan: "Oooooooohhhhh…"
Harry caught his breath, his hands still on Ciri. After his extended dry spell, he came in sufficient amount that semen started running down Ciri's inner thigh. Suddenly, Ciri gasped.
"Did you do it inside?" she demanded.
"You said that Witchers were infertile," Harry said, unsure what the problem was supposed to be. It was one of the things she'd shared as they traded stories over wine and stew.
"I never took the mutations!" Ciri said.
Harry was so surprised that he leaned back, his dick popping out of Ciri. This only made his mistake more apparent as it allowed the rest of his cum to start pouring out of her. Merlin, he'd pumped so much in!
"Oops?" Harry said weakly.
Ciri tried to look made, but it faded quickly. She shot her leg back and used it to swipe Harry's out from under him, knocking him flat on the bed. From there, she mounted him, planting her hands on his chest.
"Oh well," she said. "The damage is done. All we can do now is… Enjoy the night!"
Her screams filled the tent and the forest again after that, reaching such a volume that the local villagers hid in their houses, believing that the monster of the woods was eating the Witcher they had hired.
In a way, that monster certainly was "tearing her up". Harry and Ciri rolled from position to position until the morning.
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