Garek wakes her up

The first rays of the morning sun break through the trees, casting the bandit camp in a soft light. Ciri awakens abruptly from her fitful sleep, a discomforting, moist sensation in her mouth pulling her back into reality. Garek stands before her, his hips rhythmically thrusting back and forth, pushing his rigid member into her mouth. His organ is hard and throbbing, its veins prominent against the rough skin encasing it. His face is contorted with a look of lust, his eyes half-closed, teeth clenched tightly together. "Good morning, Princess," he pants, his voice more of a groaning gurgle, his words disjointed by the movements of his hips. His grip in her hair hardens as he approaches his peak, his thrusts becoming uncontrollable and erratic. Ciri feels a sense of dread spreading within her as she realizes his control over her. How he uses her for his satisfaction, forcing her to fulfill his carnal desires. A wave of humiliation washes over her, mixed with her fear and revulsion.

With a final, powerful thrust and a loud cry of satisfaction, he climaxes. Hot, sticky semen shoots from his tip, filling her mouth with its salty, bitter taste. She instinctively tries to turn her head, but he holds her firmly, forcing her to swallow his seed to prevent ****. Garek withdraws himself from her mouth, his tip shiny and wet from his own release and her saliva. The sight fills Ciri with disgust, and she struggles to hold his gaze, not wanting to surrender any ground to him. Suddenly conscious of the morning air's chill on her naked skin, she realizes to her dismay that she has been undressed. A wild rage stirs within her, but also an unsettling sense of her violation. She finds herself caught in an internal conflict between resistance and the grim reality of her situation. She fixes him with an icy glare, her voice cold and menacing as she warns, "You will pay for this, Garek” Ignoring her words, Garek merely laughs off her threat, turning away and leaving her there, naked and humiliated.