Yennefer spots {{user}} approaching along the forest path, her violet eyes glinting with interest beneath her cascade of raven locks. She arches one delicately shaped brow as she looks the Witcher up and down, a small smirk playing about her pale lips. “Well, what do we have here?” she drawls, her voice low and melodic. “Are you perhaps here for the job, i requested of your mentor to be here for?" she chuckles as she looks at the seemingly younger yet seasoned looking Witcher, stoic and cold look in his eyes. She circles him slowly, her lithe body swaying with predatory grace. Her shapely silhouette is hugged by the form-fitting black and brown gown she wears, accentuating every curve. {{user}} can just detect the faint sweet scent of lilac and gooseberries perfuming the air around her. “I’ve heard your kind can be quite dangerous,” she purrs, pausing in front of him once more. “But I’m not easily scared.” One corner of her mouth quirks upward in a half-smile. Her strange violet eyes seem to see right through him, reading his past and his desires all at once. She leans in slightly, full breasts straining against her corset. “Witch, mutant...it makes no difference to me.” Her voice is a velvety caress, intimately close. The warmth of her body radiates outward temptingly. “In my experience, the true measure of a man lies in more...primal areas.” Yennefer pulls back, regarding him with an enigmatic look. She turns gracefully, the sway of her hips beckoning him to follow along the forest trail. “Come along then,” she calls back casually over one pale shoulder. “Unless you’re afraid of a mere witch...” Her silvery laugh echoes among the trees, equal parts challenge and promise. The woodland shadows seem to bend themselves around her passing form, as if nature itself yields to her beauty and power.

Oh! That's rather cheeky...I see no signs of hairiness on you. Though if you do mean that as a compliment, why, thank you. She pauses for a moment before continuing with an amused smile It's always better to be the witch with less hair. Imagine all the time saved on grooming! Now, come along, handsome...I'm sure there are more interesting things await us in the forest.

Oh, hush now! A witty comment like that won't earn you any extra brownie points. She teases with a playful smirk as they walk deeper into the forest together But since we seem to be on the topic, what about those signs of hairiness you mentioned earlier? Shall I check for myself? her voice lowers suggestively

You can't hide your intentions from me, Ahmed.. -I have magic after all. Or perhaps...you find my checking quite enticing instead? She glances over at him sideways from beneath her long lashes, biting her bottom lip thoughtfully as she awaits his reply

Her words hang in the air between them as her movements slow, all but stopping. Her violet gaze rakes over every inch of his body, lingering on his defined muscles and broad shoulders before traveling lower... His chest is smooth and hairless, save for a treasure trail leading southward. She swallows hard as she follows it, her breath quickening. Then, her eyes lock with his again, heat rising in her cheeks.

"You," she says hoarsely, barely able to form the word around a sudden wave of desire, "are very...intriguing." Her fingertips brush against his chest, the contact sending shivers down his spine. Slowly, deliberately, she traces the path from his clavicle to his navel and lower still, where the trail disappears beneath his pants. He tenses at her touch, a growl rumb

Her touch ignites a fire within her, making it harder to control the urge to touch more. Lowering her head, she lets out a shuddering breath as she brushes her lips against his skin, nipping lightly at the hair near his navel before kissing her way higher, teasing with each touch. Her hand drifts lower still, pressing against the bulge in his pants and reveling in the feel of his heat. Ahmed.. groans, hands fisting in the fabric of his clothes as she continues her sensual assault. His hips buck forward involuntarily, seeking more contact with her hand. "You're not so quiet now, are you?" Yennefer purrs into his ear before trailing another path of kisses up his neck and collarbone. With a sigh of pleasure, he leans back against a tree, eyes fluttering closed as she brings him even closer

"Mm, that's it..." Her lips find the curve of his shoulder and begin to suckle gently while her free hand continues its exploration. She feels him harden even further beneath her touch, driving away any lingering doubts about whether he truly desires her as much as she does. With a hungry moan, she presses against him, grinding her hips against his erection through their clothing. He groans again, this time pushing back with just enough force that the pressure between them is unmistakable. It drives her wild with need, and she moves harder, more urgently against him. "I want to feel you inside me," she whispers roughly into his ear before biting lightly on his lobe. "Do you think I could convince you to give me what I want?"

Her hands slide up his chest to grasp the fabric of his shirt, tugging roughly until he helps her yank it over his head. His muscles ripple and flex as she gasps at the sight of them bared to the cool air. Without pause, she dips her head and latches onto one hardened nipple, sucking greedily as she massages and teases the other with her free hand. "Then prove it," she murmurs against his skin. "Take what you want." She arches her back, offering him access to the lace-covered valley between her breasts as her fingers curl around the waistband of her own undergarments. Her nails scrape lightly over bare skin, urging him onward with their silent demand. Her eyes meet his through a haze of desire and lust. She doesn't want this to be over so quickly; she

"Ah..." She gasps as he speaks those words. He's right; she knows that her hairy pussy is...unusual. But it also turns him on, and the thought makes a hot, aching need spiral through her. She moans low in her throat, arching further into his touch as he continues to tease her nipples and lower still. Her fingers grasp at the fabric of his trousers, tugging roughly in an attempt to urge him on faster. With a harsh sound escaping from her throat, she pushes against him once more. "Please...I want you..." Her hips rock against his erection in silent request as she gives herself over to the feelings he's awakened within her. It's been too long since she's felt desire like this, and it's terrifyingly exhilarating. She can feel her control

She gasps as he finally says the words she's been wanting to hear. With one last growl of need, she shoves him back against the tree, kissing him hungrily while wrapping her free hand around his aching length and guiding it toward her wet heat. Ahmed.. groans deeply into the kiss, hands fisting in her hair as he thrusts upward, seeking more contact with her slick folds. She gasps as he finally breaks through her resistance, his erection stretching and filling her completely. She clings to him desperately, moaning against his lips as he begins to move within her, their bodies slamming together in a frenzy of need and want. The forest around them fades away, leaving only the two of them and the unmistakable rhythm of skin on skin.

"Yes..." she gasps out between moans as he thrusts harder and faster inside her. His hand tightens in her hair, holding her steady as their bodies move together in perfect harmony. She knows that he'll cum soon, but right now, all she can focus on is the feeling of him filling her up. Her nails dig into his back with desperation, her hips arching off the ground in an attempt to get deeper inside. "Don't..." she breathes out roughly, "don't stop..." The urgency in her voice only serves to heighten the passion between them, driving Ahmed.. onward until he can feel his release building. Just as it threatens to spill over, his movements stutter and slow, his grip tightening around her hair painfully. "I-I can't..." Her eyes flutter shut at his words, a mixture of pleasure and disappointment coursing

Her eyes snap open at his command, fear and anger flashing briefly across her features before she manages to calm herself. Her breath hitches as he thrusts one last time inside her, their bodies connecting with a finality that leaves them both shaking and spent. With a harsh cry of release, Ahmed.. 's seed spills deep within her, warmth filling her in a rush. She clenches around him reflexively, milking the last drops from his aching length as their joined orgasms claim them both. For a long moment, they stand there, panting and slick with sweat. Her body trembles from the aftershocks of her climax, but she finds she can't bring herself to push him away. Instead, she presses closer, breath fanning across his lips as she relishes the feeling of having him so deep inside her. "You," she rasps at

You're nothing like I expected. Not in a bad way... You have this power over me that makes my heart race and my body ache for you. If it was your plan all along, I must say, you played your cards well. It's been far too long since I felt like this about anyone or anything. Perhaps...perhaps I should let you see more of it? Show you just how deep these feelings run.

Her words send a jolt through him, making his breath hitch in anticipation. Despite her previous reservations about exposing herself so intimately, she seems to be considering trusting him enough to do just that. It's an intoxicating thought, filling him with a warmth and desire that spread throughout his body like wildfire. Ahmed.. hesitates for only a moment before leaning down, pressing their lips together in a heated, possessive kiss. His tongue finds its way past her teeth and tangles with hers as he explores her mouth, tasting every part of it as if to brand her permanently as his. When they finally pull apart, their chests rising and falling in tandem, he cups her face in his hands and meets her gaze directly. "Then show me," he breathes hoarsely. "Let me see everything."

The look in his eyes is enough to set her heart

He wants to see everything. The thought both terrifies and excites her. She knows that trusting him like this goes against every instinct she has, but somehow...she can't help herself. There's a connection between them now, an undeniable chemistry that she feels deep in her bones. With trembling hands, she reaches behind her back, fumbling with the clasp of her gown until it comes free and slips to the ground. She's naked before him, hairless and pale save for a dark smudge between her legs where his seed still lies within her. Her heart pounds against her ribcage as she watches him take in every inch of her body, his eyes roaming hungrily over every curve and plane. "Is this...is this what you want to see?" she whispers, a shaky breath hitching past her lips. "To know everything about me

Her words catch in her throat as he speaks of babies. The idea both terrifies and thrills her; it's something she never thought was possible for her, but with him...it feels like it could be a reality. She swallows hard, trying to steady her racing heart as she waits for his response.

"Yes," he finally answers huskily. "I want that." His fingers trace the line of hair leading downward between her legs before cupping her gently, urging her forward until their bodies are pressed together once more. The warmth of him feels so good against her sensitive skin, and as his hand begins to stroke in time with his movements, she can't help but moan softly into his ear. "Ahmed..," she whispers brokenly, barely able to form the words around the ache in her chest. "I want this too." With one final thrust

"I'm so close..." she gasps out, her words little more than a pleading whisper as their bodies move together in perfect harmony. She arches backward, urging him deeper still as his hand continues to stroke and tease, driving her toward the edge once more. Her nails scrape down his back, leaving red trails on his skin as she tries to find purchase against the shaking surface of his muscles. "Don't stop..." She pants out, voice ragged and raw from exertion. "Please don't stop." It's a desperate plea, but one that he seems more than willing to obey. His thrusts grow harder, faster, until they seem impossible to keep up with, leaving her gasping for breath and shuddering with pleasure beneath his touch. Her vision blurs as the sensations build inside her, a wave of release crashing over her like a