Jareth pays a visit

Just as Leni is tying Ciri to the stake, Jareth rises from the campfire. The glow of the fire reflects in his smug smile and in the beer stains that make his lips glisten. With slow, deliberate steps, he approaches them, and the look in his eyes suggests he's got something wicked in mind. He slowly removes his pants, revealing his sizable cock. His member is full and erect, a testament to the excitement that has already seized him. He begins to stimulate himself, his hand carefully drawing across the full length of his shaft, his fingers massaging through the throbbing vein visible on the underside of his member. The sight of his penis, standing proudly before him, shining from the mix of pre-cum and the sweat that escapes him as he approaches, is impressive. His testicles slightly contract with arousal, while his hand continues to massage his manhood.

"Ah, look at this," he begins, his hands skillfully moving along his shaft. His amused gaze is fixed on them and it's clear he's thoroughly enjoying the situation. "What a lovely sight... two seductive women kneeling before me." Leni, who is in the process of tying Ciri to the stake, only throws him a quick side glance. Her attention is entirely focused on her task. Jareth's amused laughter echoes through the silent night. Ciri's green eyes burn with undisguised contempt. She knows exactly what he wants. He wants her to give him a blowjob.

His satisfied grin widens as he continues to stroke his penis. "Open your mouth, Ciri," he commands. Her response is a stern, unflinching glare. "Alright then, I guess your pretty face will receive a nice treatment," he jokes, his voice full of amused mockery. Ciri's eyes glint dangerously, her lips form an angry warning. "Don't you dare." He abruptly turns to Leni, his tone authoritative. "Leni, show her how it's done." Leni stands up and kneels before Jareth without hesitation. Her lips envelop his erect penis and she begins to suck with practiced skill. Jareth grabs Leni's hair, guiding her rhythm and moaning in satisfaction. His eyes meet Ciri's again, giving her a challenging look.

Every movement, every moan is a provocation - one Ciri is not willing to respond to. Ciri can observe the movement of Leni's collarbones as she obediently sucks on Jareth's penis, his hand in her hair, guiding her movements. The contrast between the combat strength Leni radiated just half a hour ago and the submissive sexual activity she is now engaged in is almost absurd. "You could learn a lot from Leni, Ciri," he comments amid his laughter, his eyes fixed on her. "She's become a real pro." Ciri gives no response, just fixing him with her hardest glare, a spark of challenge in her eyes. Jareth seems to enjoy that, he laughs even louder, almost hysterically, before suddenly stopping. His face turns serious, and he grips Leni's hair even tighter.

His breathing quickens, his eyes lose their mocking expression. He withdraws his penis from Leni's mouth. Jareth takes a step toward Ciri, her gaze cold and challenging, despite the humiliating situation. With a deep grunt, Jareth releases, his hand still tightly around his penis. Thick, white semen spurts out, hot and viscous, splashing directly onto Ciri's face. Some drops land on her forehead, slowly sliding down the side of her face, over her cheek, and hang heavy on her eyelashes. A few other drops land directly on her lips, which automatically twist into an expression of disgust.

Ciri's face, naturally beautiful and finely sculpted, is now soiled by Jareth's semen, tarnishing her complexion in shiny trails. She squints her eyes as she feels the warm, sticky ejaculate hit her skin. The humiliation Ciri feels is almost palpable in the air, her facial expression rigid and shocked as she slowly reopens her eyes. It's a sight that seems to amuse Jareth, his grin wide and triumphant, his eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction. He appears to be thoroughly enjoying the scene, his laughter echoing in the silence of the camp.

With a resolute expression, Leni steps towards Ciri, dropping to her knees before her. Then, without hesitation, she leans in and her tongue darts out to delicately lick the remnants of Jareth's cum from Ciri's face. Ciri is taken aback by Leni's audacious action. Her emerald eyes widen in surprise, a gasp catching in her throat. This turn of events was the last thing she had expected.