Ciri confronts the Captain.

That night Ciri trailed the guard captain, watching him as he left the barracks to hit the local tavern. Ciri followed him in and watched from a corner as he drank the night away before stumbling home.

The next morning the guard captain left his surprisingly small apartment and seemed to be heading for the guard barracks. First he stopped at a posting board, though and nailed a sheet of paper to the wall. Ciri watched all this. After he had left the posting board, Ciri approached.

It was a contract, Ciri noticed. Something in the northern foothills had been disrupting caravans. The monster hunter tore the paper from the board and headed towards the barracks.

'Just what I need to establish leverage,' Ciri thought.

Two temple guards stood watch near the front gate of the barracks and both glared at her as she approached. They seemed to mostly glaring at her tits, Ciri noticed.

"Here to talk to your Captain," Ciri said, lifting up the contract paper.

One guard let his eyes drift over her, getting a last look at her breasts, before grunting and stepping aside.

"Top floor, office straight ahead," The guard grumbled.

Ciri entered, making note of the windows and doors. Three men sat at a table, their eyes following her as she made her way up the stairs. (These guards seemed more focused on Ciri's ass.) Two more guards stood talking across the room. She could only assume that there were countless more behind the many doors that led to their sleeping quarters.

"What now?" Ciri heard the Captain yell after she had knocked on his office door. Ciri entered in time to see him toss down a scroll in anger. He had a scowl nearly as big as the scar across his forehead.

The guard captain looked angrily at Ciri, his eyes narrowing as he sized her up.

"What are you here for, Girl?" He asked with a bark.

Ciri approached confidently and dropped the contract onto the table. The captain looked at his paper, then up at Ciri.

"I put that up not an hour ago," The captain noted. "Little thing like you that quick?" He asked with a hint of derision.

"I'll deal with this problem," Ciri replied, "but first I'm here to negotiate terms."

"Terms?" The Captain said dismissively. He went back to his scroll. "It's 50 crowns plus one quarter the value of any goods you can recover from the lost caravans, no negotiating."

"You can keep the gold," Ciri told him. Ciri was happy when she saw the guard captain jerk his head up.

'That caught his attention,' Ciri thought to herself with satisfaction. She pressed on.

"Pocket it yourself or give it back to your commander I don't care," Ciri said. A smile crossed her lips as she saw the surprised look on the guard captain's face.

"Then what do you want if not gold?" The guard captain asked.

Ciri crossed her arms, looking tough. "You have an arrangement with a witch staying in the city that needs to end," She said firmly.

The Captain looked at Ciri for a moment, then leaned back in his chair. His hands interlocked on his rotund belly as he eyed Ciri skeptically.

"What witch?" The guard captain asked innocently. "It's my duty to detain, arrest and execute any unauthorized user of the dark arts; why would I ever leave a witch alone?"

"Don't play dumb," Ciri replied, staring coolly at the older man.

The Captain ran his tongue over his teeth before stretching his jaw. He glanced down at the orders he had been reviewing. Then he looked up at Ciri, sizing her up. The Witcheress gritted her teeth as she felt the guard captain's eyes running up and down her body. Finally, the guard captain spoke.

"The witch and I have come to a mutual agreement, 50 crowns won't end that," He said, seemingly switching into negotiation mode.

Ciri shifted on her feet. "Any goods I find as well, I have no care for them," She offered.

The Captain shook his head. "Neither do I," The captain said. "What else can you offer me?" He asked.

Ciri eyes narrowed at the man as she watched his eyes lower to her breasts, a grin crossing his face. She knew exactly what he meant.

"No," Ciri stated plainly. Just the thought infuriated her.

"No?" The Captain raised an eyebrow. He laughed "The witch said no at first, too. But she has been drinking down my cum every week since the last snow fell. She's your friend, I assume?"

The Captain stood, enjoying the rise he was getting out of Ciri.

"Well, every week your friend comes to me and takes me into her pretty wet mouth."

Ciri clenched her jaw, her hands turning into a fist.

The guard captain continued.

"It's a nice arrangement, actually. I make sure the Witch Hunters look the other way when it comes to her and her friends, and she makes sure I'm a happy man. And I'm never more happy than when she's whimpering around my cock every week. My favorite part are the tears running down her face from the shame of it all as she admits to me that she's a worthless whore. Why would I ever stop that?"

Ciri looked down, her stomach turning at the thought of Triss giving herself to his man.

"But you are something special," The Captain said as walked around his desk. He closed in on Ciri, his gloved hand pushing a stand of Ciri's white hair from her face. "You're something very special, aren't you? I bet you'd look real pretty with my cock in your throat."

Ciri slammed her hand down on on the guard captain's table. The captain only laughed at her impotent rage.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't growing bored of her," The guard captain admitted. "But I'm not going to turn down weekly blowjobs. Unless..."

"Unless what?" Ciri asked, gritting her teeth.