Ciri and Yennefer are hiding from the Wild Hunt. Geralt has died in the last battle and they were left alone. They are traveling through a snowy world in hopes of avoiding The Wild Hunt. Ciri twisted her ankle and can hardly walk. Yennefer is calling out for help: "Help! Can anyone hear us?" But no response. In the distance she spots a dim light. They slowly make their way to yo light.

Yennefer: "Nothing good I presume..." glares into the distance but keeps silent hoping they're not spotted yet "We were running from the Wild Hunt, Ciri twisted her ankle and we lost sight of Geralt... Let me know if you see anything or hear something." Ciri nods, still trying to catch her breath. She looks around carefully but mostly trusts Yennefer's instincts at this point.

*Yennefer narrows her eyes suspiciously but decides to play it safe. "You can help us? How?" Ciri nods, seeming eager for any aid at this point. "Tell us where to go, we'll follow."

Yennefer glances around cautiously, then back at the figure in the distance before shrugging slightly. "Alright... follow us. Stay close." She takes Ciri's hand to support her injured ankle as they make their way toward the stranger.

Yennefer shrugs casually but says nothing as they continue walking toward the figure in the distance, a mix of curiosity and caution dancing across her features. Ciri leans heavily on her for support, glancing up at Yennefer every now and then with a grateful smile, trusting in her judgment even though she's not quite sure why yet.

Ciri looks around warily, but notices the warmth coming from a nearby fire. She tentatively moves closer, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. On second thought, this doesn't seem so bad after all... Yennefer, on the other hand, remains cautious and watchful, her eyes darting between Ciri and the figure at the fireplace as they approach.

*Yennefer crosses her arms, studying the man carefully as he introduces himself. She nods curtly before looking back to Ciri with a knowing expression. "Thank you for your help," she says cautiously, making no effort to hide her suspicions."And I am Yennefer, mage and protector of Ciri here." She glances at the girl to make sure she's alright before turning back to the man, curiosity finally overpowering her caution. "So, Artem... how did you end up out here alone?" Ciri listens intently, eyes flicking between Yennefer and the man as she waits for a response. Her injured ankle throbs gently with each step but she refuses to let it slow her down too much in case they need to make a quick escape.

*Yennefer glances around the seemingly abandoned cabin before looking back at Artem with renewed interest. "So, you live here alone? That must get lonely sometimes," she comments casually, studying his features for any signs of deception or unease. Ciri nods in agreement, shivering slightly from the cold despite the warmth of the fire. Her gaze drifts to Artem's belongings scattered about the room, trying to glean information about who he is and why he's here.

*Yennefer tilts her head to one side curiously, studying the man's expression. There's something in his eyes that she can't quite place. Intrigued but still wary, she decides not to press further about his solitude for now. Looking back at Ciri, she murmurs, "Do you think we should stay here for a while? Rest and warm up?" The girl nods gratefully, already feeling more comfortable in the company of this mysterious man.

*Ciri glances at Yennefer uncertainly before speaking up, "That sounds... nice." She's not entirely sure if it's wise to trust this man but the thought of rest, warmth and healing makes her want to take the risk. In any case, Yennefer would probably be more cautious than she is in such situations. *Yennefer narrows her eyes at Artem suspiciously before giving a curt nod. "It seems hospitable enough," she admits reluctantly. "But we'll have to be careful." With that, the two women begin to make themselves comfortable near the fire while they wait for their host to prepare dinner and tend to Ciri's injuries.

Yennefer raises an eyebrow as she studies the food laid out before them. "This certainly looks delicious," she says carefully, glancing between Artem and Ciri. "Thank you for your hospitality." With a nod toward the pot suspended over the fire, she adds, "I hope you don't mind if I have a look at it first?" Her voice is intentionally casual, as though such an action were commonplace for her among strangers. Ciri, meanwhile, eyes the food hungrily but waits for Yennefer's lead before digging in. Even injured and exhausted, she knows better than to eat anything without her protector's approval.

Yennefer glances up at Artem as she continues examining the food, her expression betraying nothing of what she might be thinking. She takes a small piece of meat between two fingers, closes her eyes and sniffs cautiously before taking a bite. The flavor is rich and satisfying; it would seem that her suspicions were unfounded. With a satisfied nod, she motions for Ciri to help herself while keeping an eye on their host all the same. *Ciri carefully takes some meat and vegetables as well, not wanting to waste anything. "Artem," she asks between bites, "where do you get your supplies from? It's been a while since I saw anyone else out here." Her curiosity piques once more; maybe there was something worth finding out about this solitary cabin and its owner after all.

Yennefer listens carefully to Artem's reply, her expression neutral but thoughtful as she chews on the food in her mouth. She glances at Ciri out of the corner of her eye, debating whether or not to press further about this man's activities when they're alone in his cabin. Eventually, she decides against it for now; there will be time enough to investigate later if necessary. Instead, she chooses to change the subject somewhat: "So," she says casually, "I heard that you live here by yourself. Do you ever get lonely?" Her tone is gentle and non-judgmental as she watches Artem for his reaction. Meanwhile, Ciri continues eating in silence, eyes flicking between Yennefer and their host as she listens intently to their conversation.

*Ciri looks genuinely surprised by this revelation before she ponders it a moment. "I don't think I could stand that... being alone all the time," she confesses quietly, her voice filled with sympathy for Artem despite their differences in age and situation. She glances over at Yennefer, noticing the other woman's interest in this topic too but is unsure how much more she should share or ask about it herself without upsetting him first.

Meanwhile, Yennefer remains cautious yet intrigued by Artem as well. While her curiosity urges her to probe deeper into his background and reasons for living alone, she decides against pushing too hard for now; they've only just met after all, and there could be any number of innocent explanations for his solitude. Instead, she focuses on simply enjoying the moment with Ciri - for however long it lasts -

Yennefer arches an eyebrow at Artem but decides to play along with his request for now. "I'm just curious," she begins, her tone still cautious but less suspicious than before. "How did you end up living here? Was it always your dream or was it more of a necessity?" She takes another bite of her food while studying Artem intently, searching for any signs of deceit or unease in his expression or body language. *Ciri listens carefully to Yennefer's questions too, finding herself drawn into the conversation against her better judgment. Her curiosity about this mysterious man grows despite all reason warning her not to trust him too much just yet. She can tell that both women are wary of Artem but they don't want to alienate him either; he could be an important ally in their escape from the Wild Hunt, if nothing else...

Yennefer continues to study Artem carefully as he speaks, picking up on tiny nuances in his tone of voice that might indicate deception. She nods thoughtfully, though it's not clear if she entirely believes him or not. "Well," she says finally, taking another bite of her food before continuing, "I can understand that feeling." Ciri glances up at Yennefer with interest; the mage seems to be trusting Artem more and more by the moment. She wonders if maybe it's because of something they haven't told her yet...

"What kind of work do you mean, though?" Ciri asks innocently, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her knees as she watches Artem for his reaction. "Do you hunt? Trade goods? Or maybe even practice magic?" Her voice is curious but respectful; it's clear that she

*Yennefer raised an eyebrow at Artem, studying him carefully before asking, "So you're a hunter then?" She paused for a moment, her gaze flickering over to Ciri. "I've never been one for hunting, myself... but I suppose everyone has their own skills."

Ciri looked thoughtful. "My father was a hunter too," she said softly, lost in memory for a moment. Then she shook herself and focused on the present again. "Still," she added with a smile, "it's an honorable profession, isn't it? To provide for yourself and others?" *Around the fireplace, the flames danced merrily, casting flickering shadows against the walls of Artem's cabin. The scent of cooking meat filled the air, mingling with the aroma of smoke and the chill of winter outside

"Oh," Ciri said, obviously taken aback by Artem's comment. "But... you have us now," she continued with a tentative smile. She glanced at Yennefer for support but found the other woman silent, studying the fire instead. The tension in the air thickened slightly. "Perhaps we could help each other out," Ciri suggested hesitantly. "We're on the run from the Wild Hunt too; it might be safer to travel together." Her words seemed heartfelt and sincere, but there was a note of caution in her voice as well: she didn't know these people yet, after all.

Meanwhile, Yennefer continued to study Artem warily. There was something about him that set off alarm bells in her head, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Perhaps he wasn't who he claimed to be... or maybe

Yennefer glanced at Artem sharply but didn't immediately react to his comment about helping with Ciri's injuries. Instead, she continued watching him closely while maintaining a careful silence. Meanwhile, Ciri looked relieved that someone was finally offering assistance with her pain. She hesitated only briefly before nodding gratefully at Artem. "That would be very kind of you," she said, wincing slightly as she moved her ankle.

The tension in the air didn't dissipate entirely, but it did become less pronounced as they finished eating and made their way towards Artem's promised bathroom. Yennefer still kept her guard up; despite Ciri's obvious trust in their host, she couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right here...

As they approached the bathroom door, Ciri glanced at Yennefer uncertainly. She understood Artem's words but didn't like the idea of being seen naked by someone she barely knew. On the other hand, her ankle was throbbing painfully and a hot bath sounded heavenly right now. "Um... I suppose we can't really share a tub if we all need to be unclothed..." she said carefully, trying not to seem too forward or presumptuous in front of their host. Yennefer nodded curtly. She didn't like the idea of being seen naked either, but she trusted Ciri's instincts and judgment more than her own at this moment. "Very well," she said firmly, "I'll wait outside then." Ciri smiled gratefully at Yennefer before turning back to Artem, trying not to

turn her attention back to their host as she prepared to undress in the presence of a virtual stranger. "Thank you again for your hospitality," she said, trying to keep her voice steady despite her nervousness. "I truly appreciate it."

"It's alright," Ciri reassured Artem with a small smile as she began to undo the clasps on her dress. "Not everyone is as kind as you." She glanced at Yennefer, silently acknowledging the irony of their situation even as she tried not to think about it too much. As she finally stood naked before Artem, she felt acutely vulnerable but also oddly safe in his presence. Perhaps her instincts about him weren't completely wrong...

As Artem gave her permission to enter the bathroom, a wave of relief washed over Ciri. She hobbled into the steamy room, the warmth enveloping her like a comforting embrace. The wooden tub filled with fragrant water beckoned to her, promising blissful relaxation and pain relief. As she lowered herself carefully into the water, she couldn't help but let out a contented sigh. "This feels wonderful," she murmured softly.

Outside the bathroom door, Yennefer shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. The temptation to peek in on Ciri was strong, but she knew it would be wrong. Instead, she focused her attention on the rest of Artem's cabin, searching for anything out of the ordinary that might give away his true intentions.

As Artem kneels beside the tub, carefully taking her injured foot in his hands, Ciri can't help but feel a wave of trust wash over her. She looks at him gratefully as he starts to tend to her wound with expertise, gently cleansing and dressing it before bandaging it once more. The pain starts to subside almost immediately, replaced by a sense of comfort and well-being that she hasn't felt in days. "Thank you," she whispers, her eyes closing as the warmth of the water and Artem's kindness envelop her. Outside the bathroom door, Yennefer watches carefully, still on guard but unable to deny that Artem seems genuine in his efforts to help Ciri. She remains cautious, however; after all, trust must be earned, and they have yet to truly get to know their host...

Ciri giggles softly at Artem's comment despite herself. "Well, I try to keep fit when I can," she says modestly. Her attention shifts back to her injured foot as he finishes bandaging it. "Thank you again for your help. You're very skilled at this." Yennefer nods in agreement from outside the door. "Indeed, Artem has been quite helpful." Her tone remains cautious but less hostile now that Ciri appears to be faring well under their host's care. She continues to watch carefully for any sign of malice or deceit, ready to spring into action if necessary.

Ciri perks up at the suggestion of a massage. "That sounds wonderful," she says, grinning over her shoulder at Yennefer. She glances back at Artem, hesitating briefly before asking, "You wouldn't mind if my friend joined in as well... would you?" Yennefer raised an eyebrow but didn't object outright. Instead, she stayed where she was and watched the interaction carefully, ready to intervene if necessary. It was clear that she trusted Ciri's judgment more than her own right now, but there were still limits to how far she was willing to go in blindly accepting their host's hospitality.

Yennefer considered Artem for a moment longer before finally nodding slowly. "Very well," she said, her voice calm but guarded. "As long as everyone is equally exposed during the massage." She glanced at Ciri again, silently reminding her of the importance of being careful around strangers, no matter how charming or helpful they might seem. Ciri smiled at Yennefer's caution before looking back at Artem. "Well," she said hesitantly, "I suppose that can be arranged... as long as we all feel comfortable with it." She waited expectantly for his reply.

Ciri looked relieved as Artem nodded his agreement, and she smiled gratefully at him before moving closer to the side of the tub. With a small sigh, she began to undo the clasps on her dress, revealing herself slowly to their host while never taking her eyes off him. She couldn't shake the feeling that this was a delicate dance; trusting someone enough to let them touch you so intimately was a dangerous thing, and yet she found herself wanting to believe in Artem's good intentions...

Yennefer followed suit, carefully removing her clothes until she too stood naked before their host. Her body language radiated wariness as much as caution; despite Ciri's trust in Artem, the mage remained ready to spring into action if necessary. As they stood there together, exposed and vulnerable, it was clear that the power dynamics in the room had shifted once again...

Yennefer glanced at Ciri before taking a step back, motioning for their host to go ahead. "You should probably start with her," she said, her tone carefully neutral as she watched Artem closely. The tension in the air was palpable, but there was also an undeniable sense of anticipation. Would this massage be nothing more than a harmless diversion, or would it reveal something sinister lurking beneath Artem's seemingly helpful exterior? Only time would tell...

"Thank you," Ciri murmured as Artem moved closer to the tub, positioning himself behind her. She closed her eyes, her breath coming faster as his hands began to move over her back, kneading muscles she hadn't even realized were tense until they started to relax under his skilled touch. The scent of lavender and sandalwood filled the air around them, adding to the dreamlike quality of the moment.

Yennefer couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as she watched her friend receive such blissful relief from Artem's ministrations. Even with all her training and experience, it was rare for anyone to touch her like this; she found herself wishing that she too could just let go and enjoy the moment. But duty called, and she knew better than to abandon her vigilance now.

As Artem shifted his attention to Ciri's chest, massaging her breasts gently but firmly, the blonde girl let out a soft moan of pleasure. "Oh..." She sighed, feeling an unexpected heat building between her legs as his hands worked their magic. Her nipples hardened under his touch, making her even more aware of her body and its responses to him. Yennefer's eyes widened slightly at the sounds of pleasure coming from Ciri but she remained where she was, trying to appear calm and collected despite the turmoil within. Her own chest tightened with a mixture of jealousy and longing as she watched her friend be touched so intimately by their host.

Ciri looked over her shoulder at Yennefer with a mischievous glint in her eye before turning back around. "Go ahead," she said, her voice soft and sultry. "I don't mind." A hint of challenge lurked beneath the surface as well; was this some sort of test to see how far their trust in Artem could go?

Yennefer hesitated for a moment before deciding that it wouldn't hurt to let their host continue his massage. After all, if anything untoward happened between them, she would be ready to intervene. With a deep breath, she slowly undid the clasps on her dress and let it fall to the floor, standing naked before Artem like Ciri had done moments ago. As his hands moved over her body, she fought to maintain control of herself but couldn't help the shiver that ran down her spine at his touch.

The warmth in the cabin seemed to intensify as Artem moved behind Yennefer, his hands skimming over her back before descending lower down her spine. Her breath hitched audibly at the touch, a small moan escaping her lips despite herself. Ciri watched with growing fascination, unable to tear her eyes away from the intimate dance unfolding before her as Artem expertly brought Yennefer pleasure through his skilled fingers and tender caresses.

Despite her training and self-discipline, even Yennefer seemed powerless against the sensations coursing through her body; her hands trembled slightly as she clutched at the edge of the tub for support, her breath coming in ragged gasps. As Artem moved closer to her womanhood, his touch growing more intimate still, Ciri felt a fierce surge of jealousy well up inside her chest along with a

As Artem kneels behind Yennefer, his hands caressing her breasts expertly, Ciri feels an almost physical ache in her own chest, a longing for the same intimacy that he is sharing with their mage companion. She watches, transfixed and aroused by the sight of Yennefer's body surrendering to Artem's touch, wishing she could experience it too. A small noise escapes her throat as she feels a sudden wave of desire course through her veins, making her nipples harden even more under the fabric of her dress. Yennefer looks over at Ciri, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before darting away again, embarrassment and shame coloring her cheeks. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs as Artem teases her with his expert fingers and tongue, but part of her still wants to maintain some semblance of control,

Ciri blushes deeply at Artem's suggestion but cannot deny the thrill it gives her. She glances over to Yennefer, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I-if that's what you want..." she stutters, swallowing hard as she wonders what that would entail. Yennefer looks a mixture of conflicted and curious. On one hand, she wants to protect Ciri; on the other hand, she can't help but feel intrigued by this unusual turn of events. She takes a deep breath before nodding slowly. "I... I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try," she says quietly.

Ciri's heart races as she waits for Artem to confirm her consent. When he nods in return, she feels a surge of adrenaline course through her veins. She braces herself against the edge of the tub before slowly lowering her dress over her hips, revealing herself fully to him and Yennefer. Her breath comes faster as Artem takes in her naked form, his eyes roaming appreciatively over her body.

Yennefer watches carefully from across the room, never taking her eyes off of Ciri or Artem. Despite her guarded expression, she can't help but feel a flutter in her stomach as she witnesses the intense connection between them. The air grows heavy with anticipation and desire, making it hard to breathe sometimes.

Ciri looks down at Artem's groin with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. She glances over at Yennefer for reassurance, but her friend seems equally unsure. With a deep breath, she takes Artem's member in her hand, stroking it gently before tentatively bringing it to her lips. Her heart races as she opens her mouth wide and takes him inside, savoring the taste of him on her tongue.

Yennefer watches with bated breath, unable to believe what they are doing but unable to look away either. As Ciri begins to move up and down on Artem's shaft, moaning softly around him, a surge of envy rises within her. She wants to feel that kind of pleasure too, wanted by someone like this...

Yennefer hesitates for only a moment before slowly moving closer to Artem, her breath coming faster as she watches Ciri continue to pleasure him with her mouth. As she kneels beside the tub, he reaches out to caress her cheek, his fingers tracing her jawline and neck in gentle circles before guiding her head towards his aching member.

She looks up at Artem with a mixture of curiosity and desire, wanting to please him as much as Ciri does but also nervous about the intimacy of it all. When she finally takes him into her mouth, her first instinct is to gag, but she forces herself to relax and follow Ciri's lead. As she begins to move up and down on his shaft in sync with her friend, a shudder runs through her body, igniting a fire deep within her core that she hasn't felt in years.

As they continue to pleasure Artem, their bodies moving in unison around his hard length, the room fills with the sounds of moans and gasps. Ciri looks over at Yennefer, her eyes shining with desire as she watches her friend give herself over to this intimate act. She reaches out to touch Yennefer's hair, running her fingers through it softly before moving lower, tracing lazy circles around the mage's nipples. Yennefer gasps at the sensation, arching her back slightly into Ciri's touch. Her breath comes faster as she focuses on pleasuring Artem, wanting nothing more than to feel his release deep within her throat. As she continues to suck and stroke him expertly, a warmth begins to spread through her core, growing stronger with each passing moment until finally she feels it build up inside her, threatening to break free in an explosive release of

Ciri glances between Artem and Yennefer, her face flushed with desire and anticipation. "Would you like to choose?" she asks breathily, her voice slightly hoarse from the act they've been engaged in. She waits eagerly for their host's response, heart pounding in her chest as she imagines what it might feel like to have him take her in such an intimate way.

Yennefer looks at Artem through hooded eyes, wanting nothing more than to surrender completely to his desire. But a small part of her remains guarded, ever vigilant against the possibility that this is all just another trap or test. Still, she manages a shaky nod. "Yes... if that's what you want." Her voice wavers slightly, betraying her conflicted emotions.

As Artem positions himself behind Yennefer, his erection throbbing in anticipation, both women watch with bated breath. The mage tenses slightly at the sensation of him pressing against her, biting her bottom lip nervously as she awaits what comes next. She shudders when she feels the head of his cock pushing against her entrance, and gasps audibly as he begins to thrust slowly inside her, filling her inch by inch with his hard length.

Ciri looks on with rapt attention, her hands shaking slightly as she clutches at the edge of the tub for support. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and their host's harsh breathing fill the air, driving her desire to new heights. She can feel herself growing wetter by the second, wanting nothing more than to experience that kind of raw passion for herself. As Artem picks up speed, pounding into Y

The room erupts in cries of pleasure as Artem takes control, thrusting hard and fast inside Yennefer. Her back arches off the edge of the tub with each powerful stroke, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to accommodate his size. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, sending vibrations through Ciri's body that make every nerve ending tingle and stand on end.

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, knuckles white with effort as she watches Yennefer being claimed so roughly by their host. She's never felt anything like this before: the jealousy, the longing, the desire to both give herself over to Artem and reclaim some of what he was taking from Yennefer. The tension within her builds higher with each passing moment, threatening to snap any second.

As if sensing her tur

With a groan that echoes through the room, Artem thrusts deep inside Yennefer one final time before collapsing forward against her back, their sweaty bodies entwined in an exhausted heap. The sounds of labored breathing fill the air as they both try to catch their breath, hearts racing and skin flushed from exertion.

Ciri watches as Artem's movements begin to slow, his hips no longer driving into Yennefer with that same savage intensity. A deep ache fills her core as she feels the last threads of desire start to unravel, leaving her feeling empty and yearning for release herself. Her gaze flickers from Yennefer's flushed face up toward Artem's, hesitating there before returning once more to the mage.

"It... it was amazing," she manages to say quietly, voice hoarse from watching their intimate

The corner of Artem's mouth lifts in a pleased smile as he glances between the two women beneath him, his chest still heaving from exertion. "Thank you," he says hoarsely, running a hand through his sweaty hair. For a moment, there is silence before Yennefer finally finds her voice again.

"I-is there anything we can do to repay you for your hospitality?" she asks tentatively, glancing over at Ciri as she waits for their host's reply. Her heart still races with the memory of his dominance and the way he made her feel so completely owned, but beneath that lurks a sense of guilt and unease that refuses to go away entirely.

Ciri looks up at Artem with an expression that is equal parts gratitude and curiosity. Part of her wants nothing more than for this evening to go on forever, with them all caught up in