The effects of the Succubus finally wears off.

A rare moment of clarity washed over her, memories of Professor Hoat, real memories without the haze of whatever he had done with her, memories of her kneeling before him, taking his cock eagerly into her mouth. Memories of being chained down with a half dozen creatures surrounding her, lights illuminating her as men watched her being ****. Memories of being sold off, cumming and crying on top of old men as she pawed her body. Memories of Yennefer.

Ciri rolled onto her side and half off the bed and vomited.

She didn’t look at the mess she had made or paid any attention to the man behind her chuckling, instead, she sat up, suddenly very aware of how naked she was and how tired she felt. She had done all those things, she had let all those things be done to her.

The glitter of broken glass near the center of the tent caught her eye, a few small vials lay empty and broken on the ground. They had **** her and used her and Yennefer was still trapped in there with those monsters.

“My men were betting on how much you could swallow,” the man behind said in a bemused tone. She ignored him, instead she glanced to where her sword leaned against one of the posts holding the tent up. She could not ignore his hand and it snaked around her waist.

Ciri closed her eyes and trembled, her legs parting slightly on their own volition as his hand roamed over her flat stomach and then headed lower. Her head was finally becoming clear but her body still warmed to his touch. She grabbed his hand and pulled it away.

She heard the snort behind her, “The whore is suddenly shy?” he asked incredulously.

“I’m no whore,” Ciri responded softly looking at her dagger that lay beside her sword with her belt.

Another chuckle came from behind her and she felt the bed shift.

“Could have surprised me. How many men have you fucked hmm? And eagerly too, You would be making a pretty penny if we were paying you.”

How many men? Ciri did not wish to think of it, it had all been a blur of fucking and sucking and-- how many days had it been. Two? Three? How far ahead had the rest of the caravan traveled?

“I was ****,” Ciri stated.

“What?”

“They **** me with succubus venom and made me their ****, sold me to be used, made me fuck for their entertainment. Then you came along with your piece of shit men and continued where they left off. You’re rapists and murderers, you’re monsters.”

His hand slipped around her cupping one breast and she felt her nipple harden and she held back a moan.

“That's a nice story," he half murmured amused. His teeth dragged along the back of her shoulder, his voice a whisper against her flesh. "I like stories, I like pretending." His hand slipped lower but this time Ciri did not bat it away.

"You're just an innocent girl," his finger teased her clit making Ciri shudder. "**** to do all these disgusting things, **** to fuck and suck and swallow, **** to beg us for our cocks. But you're no whore, you don't sell your body for coin, but what are you then, what do you do? A farmers daughter? A barkeep? Maybe you're a lost princess hmm," he pushed one fat finger inside her, making her gasp.

What was she? What did she do? Ciri looked over at her sword and dagger. They were gifts given to her by the people who trained her. What did she do?

She killed monsters.