The guards do not listen

Nobody came, his command went unanswered. Ciri moved to stand, her body ached, she was drenched with cum, she ignored it, her sword was a few feet away. A guard was standing over it, looking at it, at her, at Hoat, a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"Stop her," she heard Hoat demand, from behind her but the guard didn't move.

"What?" he muttered to himself.

The antidote, it was finally taking effect. Now if only--

As if on queue, she heard another set of footsteps, hard hoofs on the wood floor.

Ciri crawled forward towards her sword, the closer she came the stronger she felt.

"I'll do it myself," Hoat said, she heard him move, then stop.

"No," he said, and Ciri looked up. Finally, she thought ruefully.

The succubus was still naked, chains still around her neck, sliding between her two perky breasts. She stared at Hoat, a sly smile on her face.

"You," she purred and stepped forward towards the man that had held her captive.

"No," Hoat said, he stepped back, stumbled still clutching his wound. "Stay back."

The succubus did not listen.

Finding strength she didn't know she still had Ciri grabbed her sword, stumbled to her feet and made her way to where Yennefer lay. The dark-haired sorcerer was in a similar shape. Naked, exhausted, her skin caked in dirt and cum.

Ciri looked out past what remained of the tattered red curtain, the lords still alive looked shellshocked, the guards looked confused.

None tried to stop her as she and Yennefer hobbled from the building. She heard Hoat beg, then scream. Ciri would leave his fate up to the succubus, if anything remained of the man after that Karlik would certainly find a suitable punishment for him.

Their steps grew fast