One night (MF, dubcon)

"One night," The guard captain said simply.

"One night?" Ciri whispered, slightly confused.

"One night with you and I let your friend be and as long as I am able to. I'll make sure she goes unharassed by the temple guard and witch hunters."

Ciri shook her head. she couldn't consider this. "Bu-"

"Of course," The guard captain said, walking behind Ciri as he spoke, "If it's only going to be one night then you're going to have to give me a lot more than a blowjob."

Ciri's face filled with disgust. "Never," She hissed.

The guard captain just shrugged. "Have it your way," he said. "I'm fine keeping your friend as my personal whore. I'll think of you when I'm cumming on her face next week."

Ciri was reeling. The guard captain was disgusting, immoral, despicable. Ciri would have gutted him right there if she wasn't worried about every guard in Novigrad suddenly being on her back.

But Ciri couldn't get the sight of Triss on her knees in front of this disgusting, immoral, despicable man. How much had she sacrificed for her own safety? How many more horrible acts would this man make her do? If Ciri could sacrifice to save Triss from her fate, shouldn't she do it? It wasn't any worse than Triss herself had done.

And, Ciri knew, Triss would have done the same for her.

Ciri didn't really know that she had said it. The actual act of speaking hadn't seemed to register in her mind. Only the guard captain's face made her realize that she had spoken.

"Fine."

Ciri's words hung in the air as the guard captain's face lit up with delight. Ciri quickly tried to walk back her words.

"I'll come back tonight and then we'll go over some ground rul-"

"No," the Captain said. "We start right now."

He bent down and kissed her, roughly forcing his tongue into Ciri's mouth. She grunted and pulled away but he followed her, forcing her to back step until her back hit the wall.

"Unhgh," Ciri groaned and twisted her head away.

The Captain grinned. "Make too much noise and my men might come see what's wrong," He hissed. "You wouldn't want that, would cha’?"

He reached up, cupping Ciri's breasts before fiddling with her belt and corset. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her back towards his desk, bending her over roughly and scattering the papers on top. He grabbed her sword and tossed it to the side, then pulled on her pants.

"Hey!" Ciri objected. But the Captain ignored her and soon she felt the strings of her pants break open and her trousers go loose. With a rough tug, he pulled Ciri's pants down to her knees and groaned at the sight of her tight little ass bent over his desk.

There was no foreplay, no warning. In a flash he had his cock out and, with a hand tangled in Ciri's ponytail to **** her to arch her back, he drove himself fully into her cunt.

"Ahhh!" Ciri cried out before muffling herself with her gloved hand.

"Fuck," She moaned into her hand as the Captain's length buried himself into her body. Her body immediately reacted, squeezing tightly around the length of his cock. His hips slapped against her ass, causing her body to lurch forward. Her thighs dug painfully against the desk.

"Unngh," She moaned again as he pulled out and drove back in hard enough to make her see stars.

"Stupid witch never let me use her cunny," The Captain grunted and pulled on Ciri's hair, forcing her to arch further back until she was almost touching his chest. He wrapped his other hand around her, cupping her breast. "But you're such a little whore you didn't give it a second thought did you?" He spat.

The Captain finally let go of Ciri's hair and Ciri flopped forward onto his desk. He pushed into her again and this time it wasn't painful; her body adjusted to his girth and began to warm to his touch.

Ciri held onto the end of his desk tightly as the Captain fucked her roughly from behind, grimacing with every thrust. Ciri moaned with every movement and, as much as she wanted to deny it, every touch felt better than the last. She closed her eyes and tried ignore the ever-intensifying pleasure coursing between her legs as his fucking became faster and faster until he finally groaned and drove himself into her as deeply as he could before spilling his seed into her womb.

The Captain fell forward, his heavy body leaning on top of Ciri.

"Good job," He congratulated her. "You're definitely tighter than the whores in Old Town."

Ciri laid there for a moment catching her breath, shuddering as she felt his cock slip from her body. His cum spilled from her pussy and ran down her inner thigh.

"We done?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"Not even close," The Captain laughed. His response didn't surprise Ciri but the feeling of handcuffs slapping over her wrists did. She twisted but was too slow as the dimeritium bands were clasped around her hands, pinning her arms behind her back.

"What the hell!" She shouted as she twisted onto the desk until she was on her back and stared up at him. "This wasn't part of the deal!"

The captain put a hand to his lips as his eyes drifted down to between Ciri's legs, her cunt glistening with her juices and his cum. He grinned.

"I have you for one night, until dawn," The Guard Captain reminded her. He pushed his cock back into his pants and grabbed Ciri's shoulder, lifting her so that she was standing. He pulled her and she did her best not to stumble over her pants, which were now around her ankles.

"I have to work, and unlike some I can't do that laying on my back," The Captain opened a small storage room in his office. "You'll wait here on your knees until I need you. Be quiet. Or do I need to gag you?"

Ciri shook her head at the thought of being pushed inside this small room that was barely more than a closet. She couldn't put up much of a fight, though, with her hands bound and her feet tied up, and the Captain pushed her in then closed the door behind her. Ciri sighed, then dropped down to her knees while she tried not to think about what the Captain was going to do to her.

The Witcheress pulled on her cuffs and then shifted to try and get comfortable. As she did so, a fresh load of cum leaked from her freshly fucked body. Ciri groaned and leaned her head back against the wall. It had been a long night and an even longer week.

Ciri could hear the Captain talking to someone through the closet door, giving out orders and guard patrols. (Curiously, she never got up off her knees.) It seemed like busy work, and Ciri idly wondered if anyone knew she was locked away for the Guard Captain to use later.

'At least Triss will be free of him after this,' She thought as she began to doze off.