They leave, but have a last gift for Ciri

The bandits are almost ready to depart. The space where the camp stood just hours ago is now vacant. Amid the deserted site, only Ciri remains, bound and helpless, but the spark of hope in her eyes has not yet extinguished. Leni throws a measuring glance at Ciri before picking up Ciri's clothes and sword. She carefully folds the clothes and places the sword on top. With a soft sigh, she positions the bundle a few meters away from Ciri on the ground. "For you, for later," she says, her smile inscrutable, almost impish. Ciri silently watches Leni, her mind a whirl of thoughts and emotions. She feels the hard, cold stake in her back and the biting restraints on her wrists. "So, you're letting me go?" she asks, her voice steady.

Leni regards Ciri for a moment before inspecting her restraints more closely. She mutters a few words in a language Ciri doesn't understand, her voice sounding soft, almost gentle. "They'll dissolve in a few hours," she says as she returns to dismantling the camp. With the final preparation for the journey completed, Leni suddenly turns to Ciri, a mischievous smile on her face. "You know what, Garek? Before we depart, I need one last... kick," she says, throwing him a meaningful glance. Garek's eyebrows shoot up and a broad grin spreads across his face. Ciri watches the two, her eyes widening in anticipation of what's about to happen. Leni's fingers reach for the hem of her pants. She slowly pulls the pants down, first one hip, then the other. She undresses deliberately slowly, almost like a performance for Garek. With one final tug, the pants and underwear fall to her feet, and she steps out of them, naked and unrestricted. With a sly smile on her lips, she approaches Ciri. She places her hands on either side of Ciri's head and leans forward until she's almost looming over her. "Come on, Garek," she says in a flirtatious voice, never taking her eyes off Ciri. Garek laughs, takes his already hard member in hand, and steps behind Leni. The naked, moist tension between Leni's legs is unmistakable to Ciri. Her eyes widen as Garek presses his member against Leni's labia and then penetrates her with a deep moan.

Leni gasps, her eyes fixed on Ciri. Her hands grip the rough wooden stake tighter, her chest rises and falls with the rhythm of Garek's thrusts. Ciri can't help but hear the overlapping sounds of their breathing and Garek's panting moans. Garek holds Leni's hips tightly, his thrusts deep and rhythmic. Each time he penetrates her, Leni moans out, and her gaze on Ciri intensifies. The proximity of their bodies, the smell of sweat and arousal in the air, is almost overwhelming. With one final, deep thrust, Garek climaxes in Leni, his moaning mixes with her panting. Leni bites her lip and closes her eyes, taking in his orgasm.

While still bent over Ciri, Leni presses her wet, semen-coated labia against Ciri's face. "Clean me, Ciri," she commands, her voice a soft pant. Ciri, aroused by the entire scene, follows Leni's order and starts licking her labia. She tastes Garek's semen and Leni's own fluids, a bitter-sweet mix that confuses her senses. With Ciri's tongue on her clit, Leni starts panting and moaning, her hips moving rhythmically against Ciri's face. After a few intense minutes, Leni reaches her climax, her juices mixing with Garek's semen and flow into Ciri's mouth. Finally, Leni disengages from Ciri and stands up, dresses, and returns to Garek. They throw Ciri one last, satisfied glance before they set off and disappear into the forest on their horses. Ciri is left behind, their taste still on her tongue, waiting for her freedom.