Right there

Ciri smiled as she laid on her back, spreading her legs and arms. “Treat me here, please,” Ciri said as Greta giggled a bit at the sight.

“Wow,” Greta said as she massager Ciri’s bare breasts. “You’ve got quite the body, miss.”

Ciri raised an eyebrow. “Did I never formally introduce myself? You can call me Ciri.”

“Ciri…” Greta said, then her eyes widened. “Wait, I’ve heard that name before… are you the daughter of the emperor?”

“Estranged daughter,” Ciri said. “Yes. It’s quite complicated actually.”

“Oh,” Greta said. “So you have met the Witcher Geralt?”

“He’s actually my mentor,” Ciri said. “I see him as a father or a very cranky uncle.”

“That’s cool,” Greta said. “I wish I had a family like that…”

“You have no family?” Ciri asked.

Greta frowned as she stopped massaging. “They were killed, miss. By bandits.”

“Oh Greta…”

“Enough. This is too depressing for something that’s supposed to be pleasurable,” Greta said. “Please, miss Ciri, let me indulge your urges.”

Ciri nodded as she shut her eyes as Greta continued to massage Ciri’s breasts, her hands made their way down Ciri’s stomach and crept to her bare crotch. Greta slowly inserted her fingers into Ciri’s slir, toying with her clit as she did.

Ciri moaned as she felt Greta’s soft hands as they danced around her clit. “P-please…” she moaned as she kept her arms and legs spread. “Greta…”

Greta straightened her index and middle finger gliding in an out of Ciri’s vagina. She bent her mouth down, sucking on Ciri’s nipple. “Ciri…” Greta moaned.

Ciri’s hips thrusted up and down, grinding with Greta’s motions. “Greta….” Ciri moaned louder.

Sensing Ciri reaching her climax, Greta removed her fingers and pulled out a chastity belt and pulled it onto Ciri, locking it as she did. Greta giggled as Ciri gasped. “Hey! That’s not fair!”

“Of course it is, miss,” Greta said. “You asked for me to do as I pleased, and given that I think it’s only fair that I decide when you get satisfied.”

Ciri blushed. “And here I had you pegged as a vanilla girl, Greta. You never cease to amaze me,” Ciri said.

Greta smiled. “Just wait. We’re only getting started. Say do you have any oils laying about?”

Ciri blushed. “Uh… y-yeah I do. Over in that cabinet.”

“Oh how wonderful,” Greta said as she opened a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of oil. “This will be perfect.”