she stirs awake

Just as Helga had **** Yennefer to swallow the charm, the sorceress awoke, her eyes opening to see the woman standing before her, staring at her. At first, Yennefer was confused until she looked down at her nude body. Her cheeks burned red as she sat in shock, her hands darting to cover her body. “W-what is going on?” Yennefer asked.

“What do you mean?” Helga said, trying to act confused. “You’re in the sauna and you seem to have awoken from your nap.”

“My… nap?” Yennefer said as she looked around for a towel, but Helga had already snatched and gotten rid of it so there was no towel left. “What happened to my towel?”

“You threw it away,” Helga said. “It was quite the sight.”

“I… what?” Yennefer said, still blushing. “But…”

“My, sorceress… you are quite the vision,” Helga said as she sat down next to Yennefer. “I can see why the men and some of the lasses talk about you.”

Helga reached out and peeled away Yennefer’s hands. “Hey…” Yennefer said, her face glowing red.

“I mean just look at this tit of yours,” Helga said. “So round and plump and perfect. Hell there’s not a flaw on your body to see.”

Yennefer was frozen. She didn’t know what to say as Helga moved her other hand the other way, spreading her legs apart. “I…”

Helga touched Yennefer’s pussy as she stroked her slit, toying with the few hairs. Yennefer swallowed as she squirmed, feeling aroused by the touch. “Let’s see…” Helga said as she lifted Yennefer’s legs up until her feet were flat on the bench, her lips spread.

Yennefer gasped as Helga continued to stroke her crotch and even make her way down to her butt cheeks as they spread open while the other hand rubbed her breasts and toyed with her nipples. “Wait…”

“And to think you were acting so modest earlier,” Helga said. “What does the great sorceress have to hide? We were thinking you had a birth defect or something, but it seems that that’s not quite right. Is it?”

Yennefer gulped. If only this woman knew what her true form looked like, but Yennefer would never dare return to that state. She would be the laughingstock if people found out the truth.

Helga smiled. “I get it. You probably want to save yourself for your man. The witcher is it? Or did he move on to the other one. What’s her name? I’m sure Dandelion’s sung about it or some other bard.”

Yennefer squirmed as Helga continued. “So why are you even here? Looking for someone?”

“My daughter,” Yennefer said. “I’m looking for my daughter. Ashen hair. Has a scar on her face. Name is Ciri.”

“Oh, so you’re unpure?” Helga said. “Interesting.”

“Not by blood,” Yennefer said.

“Oh,” Helga said. “Well that does change things, doesn’t it?”

“What do you want?” Yennefer asked as Helga hadn’t stopped toying with Yennefer causing her to hold back moans and signs of arousal.

Helga smiled and then she repeated Yennefer’s question. “What do I want?” Helga said. “Well… I want… to make you squirm.”