Yennefer searches for Ciri. (MF, brief)

Yennefer had never been fond of the Academy or Oxenfurt in general really. The Redanian city, home of the famous school was filled with old pompous fools with too many books and too little knowledge. Added to this were all the students, young and naive, most of which arrogantly thought they were going to change the world. The city reeked of self-importance, it reminded her of being at court but without the opulence that followed royalty.

So she silently regarded the man who sat behind the desk of the so-called great library with as much distaste as she had for the city. He was an older man, with graying hair cut short and neat. He was so engrossed in whatever was reading he had not noticed her enter.

She cleared her throat and crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the man and waited for his response. His eyes darted up wide with surprise then narrowed slightly as he quickly looked her up and down. She wore her normal traveling clothes, black leathers, pants and jacket, a silver medallion attached to a choker around her neck, a black travel cloak draped over her shoulders, its hood down.

"The library is closed to the public," he stated dismissively.

"I'm not interested in your library." Yennefer replied curtly. She had been on the road for weeks now, retracing Ciri's steps, traveling the coast from one backwater village to another. The weather had turned in the last few days, a storm rolling in from off the sea making her travels even more miserable than they had already been.

"Then why-"

"I'm looking for a girl, green eyes, ashen hair, a scar-" Yennefer traced line down her cheek. "-over her eye. I was told she had planned to make a stop here."

The librarian put down his book and looked back up at Yennefer, regarding her carefully for a moment. "And what of her?"

Yennefer focused in on the man. Using magic to read another person's mind was frowned upon by most. A person's thoughts were there own and reading them was a violation, an unholy act, that did nothing to help cull the hatred people felt towards sorcerers. But Yennefer cared little about that, she needed answers even if she knew she would not like them.

The man was weak-willed, his mind as easy to read as the open book in front of him. Images flashed before her. More than images. Sights, smells, sounds, even emotions. The creek of a chair, the press of its hardwood against his thigh. She saw his memories through her eyes as if they were her own. She lived his experience. And she saw Ciri standing there, in the same place she now stood. Water dripping from her ashen hair, her clothes clinging tightly, wet and heavy, to the curve of her breast, her eyes bright.

"So she was here." Yennefer mused. "Why?"

"I never said she-"

"You did not have too." Yennefer interrupted. "Your thoughts are guarded as poorly as this library."

"What?"

"The girl." Yennefer glared. "What business did she have here?" she said the words slowly, loudly and did not hide the contempt from her voice as she stepped closer to the desk.

"I am High Custodian Alar--"

The man stopped mid-sentence at Yennefer's pointed look. "I do not care," she interrupted silencing him

She looked into the man's mind again and more memories came to her. Two beautiful green eyes staring up, dark with desire. Ciri's lips wrapped tightly around his cock, her mouth so exquisitely warm and wet. It felt- No, Yennefer did not want to think how amazing it felt, but how could she not. The memory flooded through her. The sound of it, the wet slurp of her daughter's tongue, of the drool escaping her lips and mouth as she slobbered over the man's cock. The way her tongue danced around his shaft, the way her cheeks hollowed and pulled as she suckled on him with a **** need to drink down his seed. The memory was so damned good. Yennefer clenched her jaw and ignored the unwanted warm flush of desire that ran up her spine.

Reading a man's mind was more than just seeing their thoughts. It was closer to reliving them, not as a spectator looking on but as a participant. Every feeling and emotion of the moment was much hers as his. The stolen memories were vivid enough to be her own, as if Ciri was buried between her legs instead of the perverted old man's.

Sometimes she hated telepathy.

"She was looking for something," the Librarian said.

Yennefer snapped to attention, revived by the man's comment. She had lost herself in the memory, she couldn't' let herself do that.

"Show me," Yennefer demanded shaking the thoughts away.

"I can't" he shook his head.

"You can and you will or I will make sure everyone in Oxenfurt knows what you actually do here at night."

He flinched at the threat and looked at her for a moment before he gave a resigned sigh. "Fine," he muttered as he motioned her back to the library. The halls were large lined with shelves stocked full of books, tomes, and scrolls. The air was dry and dusty and smelt faintly of mold. The building was nearly completely silent, their footsteps muffled by thousands of pages of aged parchment.

She followed him towards the back of the library to a somewhat secluded spot that opened up to a reading table, rows of shelves surrounded them and the librarian went to quick work looking over each shelf until he found what he was looking for.

He returned to the table with a number of books in hand. A large ancient overbound tome that looked to be falling apart and a few newer volumes, bound with leather, markings on the front denoting their titles and authors.

"Books on beasts and monsters," he said motioning to the books on the table. "I showed her where they were and that's it."

She did not need to read his mind to know he was lying but even still the librarian's thoughts were so loud they might as well have been shouting them at her at the top of his lungs.

Ciri had been here alright. Yennefer could see it as if it was happening right then and now. The green-eyed ashen hair beauty on the table, bent over, her legs spread. The proof her arousal running wet between her legs and coming from her mouth in breathy whorish moans. The librarian had fucked her daughter, drove his cock into her aching cunt and she had loved every moment of it.

Yennefer swallowed down the bile in her throat, her hand traced over the table where the librarian had previously taken her adopted daughter. Fucked her until she had came. It was an odd revolting mixture of her own disgust and the lingering memories of the man's arousal. She wasn't sure if she wanted to puke or do something else much more disgusting.

The effects of the memory were not missed by the librarian.

"Are you alright?" he asked and reached out but she swatted his hand away. Giving him a look of utter distaste.

She had been down this road before.

Ciri had been missing for months now. Yennefer had picked up her trail on the southern coast and had followed it north until she ended up here in Oxenfurt. There were a lot of stops between here and the southern coast. A lot of seedy taverns, and seedier men.

This mans memories had been unwelcome but not unexpected. It had not been the first time she had been bombarded with images of her adopted daughter in sordid acts of depravity. How many shady taverns had she visited, how many run down backwater villages.

How many men with vivid memories of her beautiful Ciri knelt down submissively before them. Her lips wrapped around their dirty disgusting cocks. The glimmer of lustful delight in her green eyes as she stared up at them from her knees. She did not want to think of how many times she had watched the memories of men fucking Ciri, cumming on her face and tits, treating her like a piece of meat to stick their dicks into. She did not want to remember the salacious moans of pleasure Ciri would make every time they did.

The depravity of it all was almost overwhelming. Yennefer had almost lost herself to it a few times while reading the minds of those men. Getting too caught up in their thoughts and feelings, forgetting where she was, who she was, as her mind was flooded with the hormonal high the men felt while they fucked Ciri.

She had almost succumbed a few miles south in a shit hole of a tavern in a shit hole of a town. The memories so fresh and vivid she and fallen into an almost stupor unable to shake the image of Ciri squeezed between two fishermen, their cock's filling both her pussy and ass while she sucked eagerly on a third.

She had almost lost herself to it, the men whose mind's she had read had seen her change of attitude as an invitation and led her upstairs, much as they did with Ciri. They had planned to do to her what they had done to Ciri. Take her in every way possible, use her cunt, ass, and mouth. Fuck her raw until they could no more and in that moment Yennefer was going to let them, Yennefer wanted them too.

But they had been too eager, too rough, one of the man's greedy hands had grabbed her too quickly and too hard causing enough pain to snap her out of her daze and bring her back to her senses. She had left two of them crippled and the third fearing for his life. She would not let that happen again.

“Are you alright?” The librarian repeated, breaking Yennefer from her wandering thoughts. He stook a step forward and his eyes narrowed slightly.

More images of Ciri danced across her mind, on her knees, moaning, this man’s cock in her mouth. She could practically taste him, feel him throb in her throat. Ciri’s desire became her own and she shuddered. Yennefer tried to shake of the memories, the feeling. She would not succumb to them, or would she?