Ciri tries other means to forget that night (MF)

"Harder!" Ciri moaned shifting her hips and lifting her body to try to meet the man on top of her.

His hips drove into her own, crushing her ass down against the rough wood floor of the cheap tavern room she was in. Her shirt caught underneath her pulling tightly against her breasts as she tried to scoot forward to help the man drive his cock deeper inside her aching body. She reached up clawing at his back trying to give herself more leverage. She was **** and needy and whimpered as she was fucked.

His breath smelt like ale, his clothes smelt like the ocean and he had one bad eye that was clouded over milky white but his cock was thick and hard and that was all that mattered.

Ciri gasped and gave up her futile attempts to match the man's thrusts. Instead she fell back onto the floor and spread her legs wider. The man held onto one thigh, dirty grime covered fingers digging almost painfully into her flesh. The other hand was planted firmly on the floor beside her head bracing himself. He grunted through tightly clenched yellow teeth. Each time he drove himself into her, drilling his cock into her aching cunt, spurts of ale tainted breath and hints of spit splattered Ciri’s face.

Ciri looked down between them as his cock slipped from her cunt. She bit her lip as watched and felt the thick member, visibly slick with her juices, push back inside her needy body. She shuddered as her lower stomach bulged and she felt her muscles stretch and squeeze tightly around him. Even with how wet she was, how incredibly turned on and willing it still almost hurt as her body strained to accommodate him.

The feeling of being filled sent pleasurable waves up her spine and made her head spin. The feeling of being fucked hard and rough on a dirty floor in a rundown tavern, being used by a man she didn't even know made her stomach flutter. But it wasn't enough, she needed more.

Ciri grabbed the arm that was planted beside her head and pulled it towards her neck wrapping it around her throat. She stared up at the much older man until she caught his eye.

"**** me," Ciri whispered softly and whimpered in ecstasy as she felt his fingers tighten around her windpipe.

She was close now, so damned closed. The man's gut grinded against her toned stomach. His rough hairy skin rubbing against her own smooth soft flesh and his hard cock drove deeply into her. His balls slapped against her ass making the beautiful young woman's body tighten up around him massaging and milking his cock.

Just a little more. Ciri held onto the man's hand and tried to tighten his grip. "Fuck me," she moaned demandingly wishing he would do more, wishing he would hurt her.

Then she felt him shudder then stop. He pulled out suddenly and she felt empty without him buried inside her.

"No," Ciri moaned helplessly, "inside me," but it was too late as she watched as his cock twitched then throb. A stream of his cum spurting out over her bare stomach. Coating her abs with his seed. Another squirt and another string painted her thigh and the man was spent.

Ciri's body went slack and she let out a frustrated groan. Her chest heaved and she laid there, legs spread wide, her cunt still aching, still dripping with the proof of her need.

She stared at the ceiling then to the bed. They hadn't even made it to the bed. She glanced at the man who was sitting at her feet leaning against the wall. The man she had chosen. The man that had failed her.

Ciri closed her legs and rolled to her side looking for her leather pants. She glanced back at the man. "Leave,"

"But this is my room," The out of breath man replied.

Ciri let out another groan. This wasn’t her, she was losing it. Ever since that night with the Drowner she had been spiraling out of control finding herself in one sordid encounter after another, desperately searching for something she couldn’t find. Slipping on her pants she swatted the man's hands away as he approached. She looked down at her stomach before grabbing the blanket off the bed to clean up the mess he had made before she quickly left the room.

She ignored the few glances she received as she came down the stairs into the main hall of the tavern and continued walking until she was outside and standing in the pouring rain. As much as she hated the rain it felt cool and refreshing against her overheated skin. She gave another heavy sigh and started to walk through the dark muddy streets.

There was a reason she had come to Oxenfurt and it wasn't to get fucked by a fisherman in a seedy tavern near the docks. She turned left following a sign pointing her towards the Academy.