Ciri heads back to the estate with plans to rescue Yen

Hoat eyed her skeptically as he pondered her story.

"Caleb kept you behind," he repeated back to her, there was disdain in his voice, but the story was believable enough, it was true after all. "And then you were ambushed by bandits."

She nodded in reply then flinched as he grabbed her chin turning her to face him. She had to play the part. She could remember when the **** were first leaving her system, the confusion she felt then, the unease, she did her best to mimic those feelings now.

Returning to the estate had been easy enough, less than a day's ride from the tavern she had tested the antidote on. The estate guards had not given her any trouble and had quicky escorted her to Hoat's private chambers.

"You're more than a week late," he said, "when was the last time you took the potion?"

She scrunched her brow, "I don't know, he gave me a dose..." she trailed off and looked away, "then the bandits--"

"Why did you come back?"

She looked at him, "I was told too."

He reached down, handled her another vial and nodded at her to drink it.

She did as she was told, lifted it to her lips, and swallowed. She closed her eyes, savoring the warmth as it spread down her throat.

"How many bandits?" he asked.

"A dozen," she replied.

"And they took you?"

"Yes." Ciri replied. Memories of the nights she had spent with the bandits returned to her. The Witchers potion she had created had been able to nullify the mind-controlling effects of the succubus's venom, but it did completley dull the aphrodisiac qualities.

Warmth pooled between her legs and she found herself blushing, even the memories of those disgusting thugs **** her turned her on. Those bandits had done terrible things to her, terribly wonderful things.

"And the bandits?" Hoat inquired, barely paying attention

"Dead." Ciri replied. Hoat looked up at her, his eyes lazily gazing over her. He licked his lips and eyed her suspiciously.