Ciri - The Witcher

Ciri's Respite: A Night of Passionate Surrender and Shared Ecstasy After the Edge of Battle, Culminating in Tender Climax Upon Her Breast

The flickering hearth cast long, dancing shadows across the rustic chamber, painting Ciri’s sharp, elven features in hues of amber and gold. Outside, the wind howled a mournful song through the ancient pines, a stark contrast to the burgeoning warmth within the secluded hunting lodge. She sat on a plush, worn bearskin rug, her back against the rough-hewn stone of the fireplace, a half-empty tankard of spiced wine warming her hands.