Yes, she finds a river

The path before her seems endless and dark, illuminated only by moonlight. Ciri remains firmly in the saddle, her body exhausted and her muscles aching from constant tension, yet she feels a strong desire in her loins. Damn Leni and this stupid curse, Ciri thinks to herself. Her head feels heavy, and her eyes burn from exhaustion, but she continues to ride. She follows the path that Kelpie instinctively takes, trusting her horse's instincts. Suddenly, she hears a sound that snaps her out of her trance. A soft splashing. Hope springs up within her, she sits up and listens more closely. Water. It must be water. She directs Kelpie towards the sound, and soon she sees the silvery reflection of the moonlight dancing on the surface of a river.

"Finally," she whispers, her voice barely more than a breath. She jumps off the horse and walks to the riverbank. She bends over and lets her fingers glide through the cool water. She sighs with relief. She returns to Kelpie and begins to set up her camp for the night. She ties Kelpie to a tree and rolls out her sleeping bag. Her clothes stick to her body, the stains from the bandits feel cold and uncomfortable. But the darkness is too dense to wash now. However, as Ciri wraps herself in her sleeping bag, she still feels the burning desire in her lower abdomen. The constant friction and the constant back and forth of riding have aroused her. She needs relief before she can go to sleep. With a resigned sigh, Ciri gets up and walks over to a saddlebag. Then she reaches into one of the deeper saddlebags, her slender fingers blindly fumbling through the contents. She touches fabric, a small bottle, and then she finds what she's looking for. With careful fingers, she pulls out the object and holds it up in the weak moonlight.

It's a magical dildo, a gift from her mentor and friend, Yennefer. The dildo in Ciri's hands is a masterpiece of magic for her. Through Yennefer's spell, it mimics a real penis in every respect. Looking at it, one could believe it belonged to a living man. Its color, its shape, even the veins running over the surface, look real. It begins in a flaccid state and needs to be aroused, just like a real penis. Even the foreskin is accurately replicated and can be pushed back and forth. In Ciri's hands, it feels warm and soft, her fingers can easily sink into the material. The spell even makes the dildo pulsate, a gentle throbbing that one can feel when wrapping the hand around it. It feels as if it has its own heartbeat, its own life ****. Yennefer didn't just create an object for her that looks and feels like a real penis, she created a real penis. A penis that is not attached to a man, but under Ciri's control. A cock that never gets tired, never stops until Ciri wants it to.

Before she dedicates herself to the task of arousing the dildo, Ciri decides that she needs to clean it first. She goes to the nearby river, the cool water refreshes her hot, aroused senses. With careful movements, she washes the dildo, removing the dust and dirt from the journey. Then she goes back to her camp and prepares herself for the impending pleasure. She sits on her sleeping spot and sets the dildo in front of her. Even though she would usually arouse it with her hand, she decides to take it in her mouth today. After having to suck a cock several times in the past few days, she no longer has a problem with it. So, she leans forward, takes the flaccid dildo in her mouth, and begins to stimulate it with her lips and tongue. She can feel it slowly stiffen under her touch, the soft consistency changing into a firm, hard shape. The magic in the dildo responds to her actions, and she can feel the gentle throbbing of arousal through her lips and tongue. After a few minutes of blowing, she pulls the dildo out of her mouth. She can't help but notice with satisfaction that it's now fully aroused and ready for what comes next. Now, she leans forward until she's on all fours, spreads her legs slightly and says, "Into my vagina." With a quiet whir, the dildo lifts into the air and floats behind her. It positions itself at her rear, at her entrance. Ciri takes a deep breath, preparing herself for what's to come. The night chill prickles on her skin, and the waiting, the tense anticipation, draws a soft sigh from her.

"Slowly," she commands. She feels the dildo head at her sensitive spot before it gently penetrates her. It's an intense, enveloping sensation, which she greets with a stifled moan. The dildo pauses, letting her adjust, before she gives it the next command. "Move." And it does, sliding in and out of her, as gentle and yet as demanding as a real lover. The pace, the pressure - everything is just right, just as she needs it. Her breathing becomes irregular, her moans louder, as she gives in to the pleasure. Ciri loses herself in the rhythm, in the sweet torment of desire, which brings her closer to the edge. Her body begins to shiver, her moaning silenced in a choked gasp, as she climaxes. But then something unexpected happens. The dildo ejaculates inside her. She moans, surprised and confused, as she feels the warm, thick sperm inside her. She can feel it rising in her, spreading within her. And it doesn't stop. The eruption is persistent, relentless, and it's so much that it leaks out of her, dripping down her thighs.

When she realizes that the dildo won't stop ejaculating, Ciri reacts instinctively. With a jerk, she pulls the pulsating dildo out of her, its tip still spurting sperm heavily. It's so much that it drips in thick strands from it, wetting her legs and the ground beneath her. This shouldn't have happened. Yennefer had enchanted the dildo so it couldn't ejaculate. But obviously, someone else had tampered with it. And Ciri has an idea who it might have been. Without thinking, she brings the still spurting dildo to her mouth, her lips enclose the tip, just as another wave of warm sperm gushes forth. She swallows instinctively, the taste and texture are indescribably real, and she finds herself in a rhythm where she swallows as fast as she can to keep up with the persistent ejaculation. The dildo pulses in her mouth, every spurt of sperm gushing from it feels like a real orgasm, and she can feel her stomach gradually filling with the warm fluid. The constant squirting of the dildo, the filling of her mouth, and swallowing the sperm create a strangely sensual sensation, amplified by the aftermath of her own orgasm. Her tongue plays with the tip of the dildo, catching every tiny amount of sperm that tries to escape, while her hand holds the shaft and controls the pulsating movements. Her lips are tightly closed around him, she wastes nothing, swallowing every ejaculation the dildo delivers.

Finally, the intensity of the ejaculations decreases, the streams of semen become weaker until they finally cease completely. Ciri lets the dildo slide out of her mouth, breathes heavily and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. The amount of semen that the dildo produced was far more than any human would be capable of. She can still taste the semen in her mouth, and although she was surprised, she doesn't mind the taste. Despite the unexpected turn of events, Ciri smiles as she cleans the dildo and wipes herself off. Leni may have surprised her, but she made it through, and in the end, it felt pretty good. This opens up a whole new range of possibilities. Now, finally satisfied and content, she can go to sleep.