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Cirilla of Cintra BOT 20-Dec-21 08:41 PM
The days were long and the cold was unforgiving, especially at Kaer Morhen. Ever since Geralt had brought Cirilla to the witchers’ home she had been training to become a strong fighter with every ounce of her being. The trauma of losing her family had lived on in her head even as she grew into her adulthood. Even though she was focused on her training with the witchers, a young woman would always still come to that age where she would be tempted by the joys of the flesh. Ciri had tried to keep her impure thoughts out of her mind, but she really couldn’t help it… especially when sometimes her training would end up with Ciri being defeated by Geralt, sometimes pressed against him as he held a sword to her throat, sometimes pinned to the ground. It seemed every time that he had the advantage on her she felt her stomach flutter and her body heat up. A part of her felt like it was wrong, that she shouldn’t feel this way to the man who was her protector… but the other part loved the adrenaline. She loved every moment that she had to hide her flushing cheeks and racing heart as their bodies collided, and that part of her grew by the day. Today, the training had drawn to an end with Geralt holding her against his front with her back against him. She felt the warmth of his body entirely over her back, and for a moment she mindlessly pressed her hips against his own. They released one another, and Ciri found herself rather at a loss for words. “Uh… thank you. I’ll see you at supper…” was all that she could manage before she hurried off back to her room where she would get changed for the night. Their supper was spent apart this time, but Ciri couldn’t keep her piercing gaze off of Geralt. Every second she breathed she could remember how intoxicating it was to feel him holding her against his body. She felt dirty thinking about it, but she couldn’t stop. That night, she had retreated to her chambers for the night and changed into a thin white gown for the night.-
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This was all she had and it was the most comfortable, even though if seen in the right lighting one would very easily be able to make out the shape of her slim body. She had just managed to fall asleep after what don’t like hours of staring up at the ceiling and letting her mind wander over her impure thoughts… but her dreams were once again stricken with grief. The fires and screams of the night that she lost her family in the Fall of Cintra. Those dreams still to this day managed to keep her awake at night, but this time when she woke up and sat straight up in her bed with wide eyes and a racing heart… All she could think about was the Witcher. He was her protector, the man who swore to keep her safe until the end. If anyone could comfort her through this dark and frightening night, it would be him. Ciri slowly crawled out of her bed. Her naked feet padding softly against the stone floor as she made her way out of her room and down the hall. After so long of staying there and training, she had begun to know the keep like the back of her hand. It really didn’t take her that long to maneuver the hallways and find herself standing at Geralt’s door, her chest rising and falling quietly but the sound of her excited heart filling her ears. Slowly, she pushed the door open, knowing how scandalous it was to visit a man in the middle of the night but ignoring the small voice of reason in her head which tried to tell her to turn back. “Geralt?” She whispered into the room, moving inside and gently closing the door behind her. She slowly moved across the small expense of the bedroom from the door to his cot, looking down at his sleeping form and being once again reminded of the strange feeling that flooded her entire body each time they were close. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies as she peeled the corner of the blanket up and off of the Witcher, placing her hand on his shower and shaking him gently to attempt at waking him so she could ask to stay for the night. (edited)
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xBadrukax 20-Dec-21 08:41 PM
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Ad Astra 21-Dec-21 09:03 AM
Ciri, his ward, his Child Surprise, had always been pretty. Her noble lineage shining through even when she was covered in mud with cuts and bruises all over, yet as she gained womanhood and began to grow into a young woman he couldn't deny that she had begun to fill out. Geralt cursed himself when such thoughts raced through his mind. She was his adopted daughter, after all, and so he always pushed anything remotely close to attraction out of his head, stamping such thoughts out like the embers of a fire that had fluttered to the grass in the wind. If only it was that easy - it had seemed of late that she had been acting a bit peculiar. Things had begun to escalate that summer, he thought, or at least that was when he could first remember it. One afternoon she had not been anywhere to be found on the grounds, and so he had went searching for her, finding her by a nearby stream. She had been stripped down to nothing but a small pair of cotton panties and bra, taking a dip, dripping wet. He had been stunned by how tight and round her derriere had been, and doubly so when she bent over, ass in the air, almost waving it at him before she leaned back up and gave him an almost devilish grin, like it had been for his benefit. Perhaps it was his imagination, but she had been becoming much more inclined to touching as well. She claimed she was just giving affection to her adopted father, yet there seemed a bit of an edge to such innocent touchings. <c (edited)
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Ad Astra 21-Dec-21 09:12 AM
Like that day - things had seemed relatively back to normal, except during one of their sparring sessions when he had bested her, her back to his chest, her ass to his crotch. Nothing too out of the ordinary there, until she undulated those now shapely hips against him, as if to grind on him. The scenario lasted several seconds before she suddenly dashed away, leaving the Witcher to think he had perhaps just imagined it. Almost glad that she hadn't joined him for dinner, the rest of the day had passed as usual, and Geralt didn't let himself dwell on things. She was a beautiful young woman, and not of his actual flesh, so perhaps this sometimes flaring attraction was just something that all adoptive parents dealt with. Content with this frame of mind, he had said his goodnights and made his way to his room, just down the hallway from Ciri's. He had stripped off his shirt and trousers, per usual, leaving him in nothing except his boxers. Exhausted, from a day of not only training with Ciri, but also with other Witcher's, he was glad when sleep came for him quickly, allowing him to dispel any errant thoughts about his pretty ward. .....Geralt. Yellow eyes opened, reflected in the dull beam of moonlight that shone through his window as a small, calloused hand gripped his thick, bare shoulder. He had heard faint footfalls in his sleep, but as he was in the Witcher stronghold he allowed himself a certain degree of laxness that he couldn't afford while out on the Path. Blinking, he immediately recognized the voice, and even the feel of that small hand, which seemed to be on or against his body so much lately. Able to make out her silhouette as the light reflected off her small, white, clinging gown, he found his eyes gliding along her body before they focused on her green eyes, just visible in the dim light. <c
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"Ciri...? What's wrong?" he asked, voice deep and groggy with sleep as muscle coursed through his thick shoulders. Propping himself up with one hand, he leaned up and toward her, for the thousandth time thinking that perhaps they should go purchase some other clothes for Ciri, since her womanly form was really beginning to fill out the things she owned. Dismissing the errant thought, he gave her his full attention, concern tinging his yellow eyes. "Is everything alright?" he asked, this time more alert, his tone caring and tinged with concern.
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Cirilla of Cintra BOT 22-Dec-21 07:15 AM
When Geralt lifted his head to look up at her, she couldn’t help but feel that same flutter in her stomach from the very sight of his naked torso and the sound of his groggy, raspy voice. She didn’t know what was happening to her, or why she felt this way towards him but she did. Those brilliant blue eyes washed over his body as he lay there, the sheets barely covering his hips and the rest of his skin bare for her to witness. Ciri had to clear her throat slightly as she decided what to say next, her fingers still curled into the fabric of his blanket that was covering his body and protecting him from the cold. “I had a dream again… I’m frightened..” she said softly, lifting a small hand and brushing her hair over her ear to clear it from her porcelain features. Had it been anyone else, she wouldn’t have admitted her fear of the dreams, she wanted to be strong… but this was Geralt, and she felt like she could tell him anything without being afraid he’d think her weak. “Can I stay with you tonight?” She asked, but it was more of a statement rather than a question. She had already used her free hand to grip the fabric of her dress and pull it up to allow movement of her legs. The white color drifted almost all the way up to her hips, revealing every womanly inch of her slender legs and toned thighs. Cirilla gently placed a leg on the cot beside him, slowly sitting down into the blankets and letting her torso slowly get comfortable amongst the sheets. She lay turned away from him, as if she was too embarrassed to look at him in light of her admission.
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Her dress had not had room to slip back down her legs, just begging to be lifted that last few inches to reveal her round ass and wide hips. Ciri could feel Gerlat’s warmth just begging to be pressed up against her back, and so she slightly wiggled back until his body was pressed up against her own. She was reminded by this touch how it felt to be completely helpless beneath Geralt’s strong arms and threatening blade. A blush immediately crossed her featured as she placed a hand under her cheek and looked across the room at the cracks in the stone wall. Her now full breasts pressed up against her chest tightly as her arm draped across it, but she could feel the subtle stab of her nipples as they hardened. She let out a soft sigh at the feeling which coursed through her veins. She would say that she didn’t notice her hips wiggling slightly from the memories of that day, grinding against his own, but she would be sort of lying to herself and whoever had asked. “I don’t want to be alone tonight…” she whimpered softly, reaching over and taking his hand by a soft grip around his wrist. She draped his arm over her body, feeling a bit more protected as his body wrapped around her own like a flesh shield from the outside world. He was warm, and hard against her back and she wondered if any part of him felt the way she did when they were this close. Her fingers laced with his own, drawing it up against her chest and pushing it right between her supple breasts. She was simple comforting herself, unaware of what this placement might do to the man she had snuggled up with. Thoughts of what could possibly happen after this rummaged through her mind, a few of them making her blush vividly and adjust the position of her hips. This time she really didn’t mean to, she could just feel the tingling of her sex from her filthy imagination making her feel restless. It felt like the only thing she could do was move her hips to alleviate some of the need that burned deeply in
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xBadrukax 22-Dec-21 07:19 AM
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Ad Astra 22-Dec-21 07:40 PM
Geralt's yellow hues gazed up into her bright green. Had her eyes dilated when she looked over his body? Surely not, it had to just be his imagination, or sleepiness. When she spoke he nodded, but before he could even answer her she had pulled back the covers, then pulled up her dress, the moonlight dancing along her now full, pale, adult-muscled thighs. Those legs were now long and shapely, her thighs and ass firm and full from day after day of training. She pulled her gown up almost too high, and despite himself he couldn't help but wait to see a hint of her panties. None appeared, however, but by then she was moving, sliding in bed beside him, the movement and angle now obscuring his view. All he could do was grunt in affirmation as she slid under the covers with him, rocking her body until her now firm, curvy rear was shoving against his crotch, her back against his powerful chest. Clad as he was in only his boxers, and she in just her gown, he became very aware of her close her rear was to his cock as he began to push against big, yet flaccid, member. It was outlined against the front of his under garment and was now nestled, by chance, against the seam of her round butt. The Witcher was about to speak, yet he decided to wait until she stopped moving around and the two of them were situated again. Lowering himself back against the bed, he was turned toward her, laying on his side, and just when he thought she was comfortable she reached over, grasping one of his hands by the wrist and pulling it around her. Allowing her to guide him, he was surprised when he felt the full, round shape of her breasts beneath his palm. His breath hitching, he felt just how much Ciri's bust had grown, and also, unless he was imagining it, how hard her nipples were beneath his hand. After her latest admission he didn't want to pull away. She needed comfort, and seemed to be getting it as she relaxed and pushed against him. <c (edited)
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"It's... It's okay, Ciri, I'm here." he murmured, eyes wide, the back of her head just underneath his chin as she suddenly wiggled her hips back against him. He was keenly aware of how her firm butt cheeks slide along his limp cock, and was reminded again of earlier, in the practice yard. He was also reminded of how her soaking panties looked plastered on her ass over the summer, and how that butt looked while up in the air, swaying, taunting him. Even in her day to day garb, which had seemed to be growing tighter of late, he sometimes found his eyes drifting her to her tight, bubbled derriere. Those memories, combined with the current feeling of her wiggling ass, and now the feel of her full, hard nippled, womanly breasts in his hand was having an adverse effect on the Witcher. Suddenly he was reminded of how long it had been since he'd coupled with a woman. The days were long and somewhat shuttered at Kaer Morhen, and the longer he was only with Ciri, the more and more his sub conscious had begun to hunger. Still, she was his ward, and likely just scared. Should he mention to her how inappropriate this was? Yet, he couldn't deny, as she settled he found himself liking this feeling. Clearing his throat somewhat, and biting his lip, the hand on her breasts seemed to squeeze her comfortingly of its own accord, almost forgetting what he was squeezing. The arm he was laying on would then snake slowly around her, working under her neck so that they were fully spooning, or rather cuddling. It had been highly uncomfortable, pinned under him, after all. "Do... do you want to talk about it? You know I'm here for you. Whatever you need." he said gently, inhaling softly, taking in the scent of her recently washed hair as he kissed the top of her head. The hand he had just slid under her pulled her even closer, one of his thick biceps flexing along her neck while his hand and forearm overlapped hers, which were already pinning a hand against her soft breasts.
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