Experiments and future planning

Ciri smiles into the growing morning sun as she settles on the flat rock by the riverbank. She's content, her thoughts calm. She feels the tingling on her skin where the sunbeams hit her, the water slowly evaporating from her body. The breeze that sweeps through the trees is gentle and cool on her wet skin. As she lies there, she lets her thoughts wander. She's been through a lot in recent days. She's been humiliated countless times and even cursed. Now she must also figure out how to get rid of that. The magic dildo, which she's possessed for a long time, now has a new function. The constant ejaculating was initially interesting, but it's tiresome that she practically has to bathe every time after. With a determined nod, Ciri gets up and reaches for the dildo. She examines it critically and then says firmly, "You won't ejaculate anymore." She's unsure if it will work, but the dildo should do everything she wants. So she decides to test it. She puts the flaccid dildo in her mouth and starts sucking on it. She can feel him getting harder in her mouth; she continues to suck and lick until he's completely stiff. After a while, she feels the throbbing, the sign that he's about to cum. Then he starts to pump, but no semen comes out. She smiles triumphantly. Leni obviously didn't think of that.

But one problem remains, Ciri thinks. The spell. Being temporarily sterile is great. But having to climax several times a day can be dangerous, especially on a mission. Ciri sits on her rock, the babbling of the river in her ears, and closes her eyes while she considers the different options. Breaking the spell herself is out of the question. A lot can go wrong even casting one when you’re inexperienced. Then Yennefer comes to her mind. Her foster mother, who also trained her as a child. She could certainly help, but Ciri doesn't know where she is right now or how to contact her. At last she thinks of Triss Merigold. Triss is like a big sister to Ciri and also a talented sorceress. And Ciri know where she is. Triss owns a house in Novigrad. She could surely break the spell. She stands up and walks over to Kelpie.

Ciri reaches into her saddlebag, pulling out a worn, folded map. With practiced fingers, she unfolds it, spreading the parchment across the grass. The detailed ink sketches of the Continent unfurl beneath her gaze - the rivers, forests, towns, and kingdoms, all etched with great precision. She traces her finger over the terrain, her eyes scanning the map. Her current location is somewhere near the border of Redania and Aedwen. First, she must go to Ghelibol, a sizable town at the crossroads of major trading routes. From there, she'll head north to Blaviken. An overnight stay in Roggeven, a modest settlement with an inn known for its warm beds and decent meals, would serve her well before she undertakes the final stretch of the journey to Novigrad. The path is long, and she anticipates that it will take her about eight days, perhaps more, depending on the weather and other unforeseen circumstances. With a firm nod, she refolds the map, her fingers deftly creasing the worn parchment along its old, familiar lines. The map is tucked away safely back into the saddlebag.