Ciri has other plans. (MF, handjob)

Ciri lay there in Ahmet's arms, feeling content for the moment until the cart lurched again, hitting a particularly rough patch of road, and reality reaffirmed itself like a cold slap in the face. She sighed, then lifted herself from his cock before reaching for it, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began to stroke him.

She had known the Oferi diplomat for a little over three weeks, most of the time she had spent with him she had been naked, on her back or knees, being fucked in one way or another.

The cart rolled, shifting to one side as it found a rut in the road shifting them both together. Ciri watched as her hand traveled up and down Ahmet's shaft. Her fingers wet with her own juices and his cum.

He liked this, to be stroked after he came, to be held. It was almost hypnotic, watching her own hand work his cock, the last of his cum dripping from him and onto her. She wasn't sure why he appeased him now, a final kindness perhaps.

Ciri glanced outside, they had been on the road for nearly a day, and the sun was falling. The sky a dark shade of red. Finally, she let go of his cock, she reached for her pants and corset.

“How much longer,” Ahmet asked. He looked outside with her at the forest, large oaks and a thick underbrush blocked most of his view. The woods were dense and overgrown. “This is the road to Toussaint?” he asked and spied what looked like a town, maybe a fort in the distance.

“It’s a shorter path,” Ciri said, as she pulled her brown leather pants back on and then began tying up her corset. “It would save you a few days of travel, but the locals know to stay away.”

Ahmets eyes narrowed, he watched as the fort loomed closer. He glanced up at his guard who was outside the carriage guiding the two horses, his man looked uneasy.

“Why do they stay away?” he asked

“The road is unsafe,” Ciri replied nonchalantly, “infested with monsters.”

Ahmet had to smile. He looked the young woman up and down, “Ah,” he replied, “and are you here to save me, the Witcher girl” he chuckled to himself.

Ciri shook her head. “You’re not the first, you know.”

Ahmet hummed, his attention still on what was outside the window, from where they were now he could see the fort was not a fort but a castle, long since deserted. The once opulent-looking building now run-down, retaken by the forest, abandoned for who knows how long.

“First what?”

“Guards, bandits, fishermen, foreign diplomats. You’re all the same, all want the same thing.”

Finally, Ahmet turned his attention back to Ciri, “What are you on about?”

“I once spent a night in a fisherman's hut, tied up and gagged, used in every way by the men inside. That was the first time I had ever had three men inside me at once" Ciri finished tying the last binding on her corset. "I have traded my body to the City Guard to buy protection. I agreed to give myself to the King of the Wild Hunt until he put a babe in my belly."

Ahmet’s brow rose in confusion, “What are you—”

“Would it disgust you to know I have let monsters have their way with me?” Ciri interrupted. ‘‘I have let Drowners spill their seed inside me more times than you have. It shames me to say but I know what a ghoul’s cock tastes like. I have traveled to worlds where men with metal cocks fucked me until I did not know who or where I was. I have spent months high on succubus venom doing things that would make you sick.”

Ahmet rolled his eyes. “Have you gone mad woman? What is the point of this?"

“Everywhere I go I find men like you. For a long while I thought maybe I had been cursed. Or maybe that the gods had it out for me. That they **** me into one perverted situation after another for their own amusement. That maybe there was some higher being out there who enjoyed watching me get fucked.” Ciri said as she stared into nothing, lost in her thoughts. “We all have our own stories, maybe this is just my destined path.”

Ahmet looked at her like she was losing her mind.

“I am telling you this because I wish you to know that you are not special, not unique. You are just one of many.” Ciri said.

The carriage lurched to a sudden and abrupt stop. Ahmet looked taken aback, he peered out the window, something was moving outside.

“What is this?” he said as he heard his guard jump down from the reins, he heard him draw his sword.

“This is where your story ends,” Ciri replied.

Ahmet shifted, hurried to one of the small windows and peered outside. There was a grunt then an inhuman scream. His guard was fighting something, he looked, straining to see. It was getting darker, a gloom enveloped the forest. There were creatures in the woods, he could see their eyes glowing in the darkness.

“Nonsense,” Ahmet said, eyes narrowing, “Ghouls? My man could kill a dozen without a sweat. If you think you can so easily get rid of me you are stupider than I thought.”

“It’s not the ghouls, it's what lives in the castle that keeps people away.”

As if on command the night air was pierced by a loud, unworldly screech. Ciri watched, pleased, as Ahmets face went pale.

“A Bruxa calls his place home,” she told him.

Ahmet hurried back to the window, looking out, frantically.

“A Bruxa? You’ve killed us all then you stupid girl, my King will-”

“Your King won’t care.” Ciri interrupted him, she leaned back in her seat watching him panic. “I think you’ve been overselling your worth. I wager I could have killed you the day I met you. Send word you had fallen ill with a rare disease or had been mugged in town and nobody would have lifted a finger.”

Ahmets anger turned to fear and he turned to Ciri, he moved at her, his hand wrapping around her throat, he pinned her to the floor.

The screeching outside got louder, closer, faster.

“The great kingdom of Oferi has spies in every level of your so called government, we know of everything that happens in your pathetic excuse for a kingdom. If I am even harmed they will know, my kingdom will know and it will be you that suffers.” He yelled and his grip tightened around her.

“Maybe,” Ciri eyes narrowed, her voice tight, “but those spies now know you have left the capital to flaunt your importance in Toussaint, to drink yourself stupid and probably find new people to ****. You're nothing more than an arrogant official, who took the wrong turn and ended up dead.”

The fighting intensified outside, growls, and screeches, he heard his man scream.

Ahmet let go of Ciri, and went back to the window, he looked around the cabin as if he could find the solution to his problem there.

“If what you speak of is true you are dead as well.”

“I shall be fine,” Ciri smiled, “your spies must not be as good as you think if they did not know what I am, what I can do.”

“Run!” Ahmet's guard screamed, the rare sound of his guard's voice made Ahmet freeze in fear. It was followed by a grunt and gurgle, then utter and complete silence. Ahmet slammed the shudder of the window down. He was trapped.

Ciri smiled at him, leaned over and crawled onto his lap. Her hand reached between their bodies groping his flaccid cock.

“You were a fine distraction Ahmet of Ofir, but you are a vile man who does not deserve to live.” she leaned in closer to his ear, her lips pressing against his flesh. “You are lucky you have such a nice cock and know how to use it or I would have killed you the night you **** me.“

There was a scratching on the cabin, Ciri felt Ahmet stiffen under her, his face going pale.

“Please,” he begged.

“If it comforts you, try to think of all the fun you had **** me as you are torn apart and eaten alive.” Ciri pulled back and smiled. “Good bye, Ahmet,” she said before gently kissing him.

In an instant she was gone, a hint of green light flashed before Ahmet's eyes and then he was alone.

The carriage door rattled, then slowly began to open.

No, not alone.