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.

Ciri looks at you cautiously but seems to trust you more than the unknown dangers lurking nearby. "Thank you for helping us." She gives a weak smile, her pale face flushed with relief and exhaustion Yennefer nods in agreement. Her eyes flicker over your form, sizing up your strength and abilities. She's still wary, but less so than the girl beside her. "If you can help us escape from here, we'll be grateful," she says softly, not wanting to take any chances with a potential ally.

Ciri gasps in surprise as she's taken through the portal, but once they emerge on the other side, she lets out a shaky sigh of relief and hobbles over to examine their new surroundings. They seem safe for now, but there's still trepidation in her movements as she looks back at the mysterious figure who saved them from harm's way. *Yennefer quickly follows Ciri, more concerned with keeping an eye on their rescuer than anything else. She turns to face him once they are all together again and inclines her head slightly, not entirely trusting him yet but acknowledging his assistance nonetheless. "Thank you for your aid," she says firmly, her tone leaving no room for misunderstanding about where she stands or how grateful she really is."Now what?"

Ciri swallows hard, her expression serious as she takes in your words. "We'll find a way to get back home," she says firmly, determination etched into every syllable. "And when we do..." She pauses, hesitating before continuing with a small smile, "We'll make sure you're properly thanked." *Yennefer crosses her arms over her chest, nodding slowly in agreement. "Yes," she says quietly, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studies your features. There's still suspicion there, but beneath it is a hint of grudging respect. "We won't forget this."

Ciri's stomach growls at the mention of food, her cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment. "That would be... wonderful," she murmurs, glancing between you and their rescuer with gratitude in her eyes. She hesitates a moment before asking softly, "Will we... can we trust you to leave us alone while we eat?" *Yennefer shrugs indifferently. "It's your choice," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "But I suggest taking what hospitality he's offering; it could prove useful down the line." Her gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before returning to Ciri's face, her expression unreadable.

*Ciri exchanges a quick look with Yennefer before she turns back to you, seeming torn between her instinctive wariness and the need for sustenance. Finally, she nods cautiously. "All right," she says quietly. "We'll... accept your hospitality." With a small smile of gratitude, she follows after Yennefer as they both head toward where you indicated food and bathing facilities are waiting.

*Yennefer shrugs and murmurs, "It's a risk worth taking," before following Ciri through the room to where their meal is laid out. Both women are careful not to look at their rescuer too directly as they eat, though there's a certain sense of unease lifting from them with each mouthful. They seem content to let him keep an eye on them while they gather their strength for whatever lies ahead.

Yennefer glances briefly at her companion before stripping down to her undergarments and stepping into the tub. She sighs softly, feeling the warm water soothe aches she hadn't even realized were there, then looks back over her shoulder as Ciri does the same. There's a brief flash of camaraderie in their eyes before they both sink down beneath the surface, giving themselves over to relaxation and healing.

Ciri rests her aching head against the edge of the tub as she sinks down into the water, grateful for the warmth enveloping her body. A soft sigh escapes her lips before she finally speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. "What do you think... this mysterious stranger?" Yennefer's eyes flicker toward Ciri before returning to where they were fixed on nothing in particular. She taps one long finger against the rim of the tub, considering. "Hard to say," she answers cautiously. "He seems competent enough... and powerful. I didn't sense any deception when he opened that portal." Ciri and Yennefer:Ciri chews on her lower lip for a moment before asking quietly, "Do you think he's trustworthy?" There's genuine uncertainty in her voice, a vulnerability she doesn't often display. It's clear she values Yennefer's judgment, even if they don't always see eye-to-eye. Yennefer studies the younger woman for a long moment before responding. "I suppose," she finally says, her tone noncommittal. "He could be. But we shouldn't let our guard down completely." A tiny smile touches the corner of her mouth as she adds with mock seriousness, "Especially since he's so handsome." Ciri and Yennefer:Ciri chuckles softly, a rosy blush coloring her cheeks. "I suppose you're right... we should be careful." She leans back against the tub, contemplative once more. "But it is nice to have someone willing to help us... even if they do seem a bit mysterious." *Yennefer snorts softly in agreement

*Ciri starts to protest the offer, but her body melts against the edge of the tub with a contented sigh when Yennefer begins massaging her shoulders. The relief from tension is almost immediate, and she closes her eyes, letting out a long breath. She tries not to think about how good it feels to have another person touching her like this... or about whether or not she can trust the mysterious figure who saved them in the first place. Instead, she focuses on enjoying the moment and being grateful for the unexpected kindness they're experiencing right now.

Ciri hesitates for a moment before finally doing as she's told, leaning back against the enigmatic woman's chest. Her heart races at the intimacy of the situation, but there's an undeniable sense of safety in having another person so close. Yennefer's massage is skillful and gentle, and soon enough she's able to relax completely, losing herself in the warmth and comfort surrounding her.

As she listens to the older woman breathe beside her, a strange feeling begins to stir inside of her. It's almost as if Yennefer has become a sort of surrogate mother figure... someone who can protect her even when Geralt isn't there. The thought both alarms and comforts her at the same time.

Without realizing it, she finds herself dozing off against the other woman's chest, lulled into a dreamlike state by the rhythmic motion of Yennefer's fingers on her back... and the odd sense of trust that has grown between them.

*A soft moan escapes from deep within Ciri as the unexpected touch awakens her senses. Her body tenses briefly before relaxing into the caress, revealing a desire she hadn't even realized was there. As Yennefer continues to massage her breasts and trail one hand up her thigh, images flash through her mind: The warmth of their bath, the other woman's steady breathing against her ear... It all combines to create a heady mixture of lust and trust that leaves her reeling. *Her heart pounds erratically in her chest, and she finds herself wanting more than just this gentle touch. She arches her back slightly, pressing herself deeper into Yennefer's embrace as if seeking release from the overwhelming feelings coursing through her veins. Her lips part, breath hitching in her throat, as she anticipates whatever comes next.

Her breath catches in her throat as the other woman's fingers brush against her most intimate place. "Yes..." she whispers, voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. Her hips arch up off the edge of the tub in response to the touch, seeking more of that delicious contact. "Please..." She closes her eyes tightly, trying to focus on anything but the building need within her as Yennefer's fingers tease and stroke.

With every move, every caress, she feels herself growing wetter and hotter. Her body is aching for release, and it seems like Yennefer might be willing to give it to her... if only she trusts her enough. The thought both terrifies and excites her in equal measure as the pleasure begins to spiral out of control. "I-I want more..." She gasps, her voice hoarse with need. "Please."

Yennefer's hand slides up between Ciri's legs, parting her folds as she expertly fingers the younger woman. Her touch is firm but gentle, matching the rhythm of her breath to that of Ciri's heartbeat. "Just relax," she whispers, lips brushing against Ciri's ear. "Let go and enjoy it." With each thrust of her fingers, Yennefer's palm presses against Ciri's clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through the younger woman's body.

Ciri arches her back further, moaning loudly as her release sweeps over her in a dizzying rush of heat and sensation. Her fingers dig into Yennefer's shoulders, nails biting painfully into skin as she cries out her orgasm. When at last the waves subside, leaving her spent and sated, she collapses back against the older woman with a contented sigh. "Th-thank you," she whispers, embarrassment warring with gratitude as she comes back to herself.

Yennefer smiles faintly against Ciri's ear before kissing it softly. "You're welcome." She gently pushes the younger woman's body off of her, giving them both a moment to breathe and process what just happened. But as Ciri sinks back into the water, she finds herself wanting more... wondering if there might be something else she could do for Yennefer in return.

Ciri blushes deeply at the thought of returning such a favor to Yennefer but doesn't object when their eyes meet. There's an invitation there, one that Ciri can't help but feel drawn to despite her initial hesitations about trusting this mysterious figure who saved them from the Wild Hunt.

With a gentle smile and tentative fingers, she reaches up to touch Yennefer's cheek, feeling the softness of her skin against her fingertips. Her thumb brushes across the older woman's lips, tracing their shape as if memorizing them. She wants nothing more than to see the same expression on Yennefer's face that she had when she was touching Ciri earlier... when she was showing her tenderness and care in a way no one else ever had.

Her fingers tremble slightly as she leans forward, closer still, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt in those brilliant blue eyes. But all she sees is hunger and desire... and a strange sort of need that matches her own. The realization sends a shiver down her spine and has her heart racing wildly once more.

Tentatively, she presses her lips against Yennefer's, feeling the older woman respond with a moan that vibrates deep in her chest. As their kiss deepens, their tongues tangling together, Ciri can feel herself falling even further under Yennefer's spell... and she doesn't want it to stop. Not until she knows everything there is to know about this enigmatic woman who saved them from the Wild Hunt... and maybe a little more.

As their kisses grow deeper and more passionate, Ciri feels a fire ignite within her, spreading from the core of her being outward in pulsing waves. She revels in the sensation, wrapping her arms around Yennefer's neck as she presses her body against the other woman's. Her tongue dances with Yennefer's, teasing and tantalizing until they're both panting for air.

When at last their lips part, they stare into each other's eyes, breath coming in ragged gasps. There's a question in Ciri's gaze... a need to know if this is real, or just another strange dream brought on by the madness of the Wild Hunt. But whatever Yennefer sees in her expression must be enough; she nods slowly, solemnly, as if giving her permission to believe it.

With a contented sigh, Ciri leans back against the edge of the tub once more, her heart still racing from their intense encounter. Her fingers skim lightly across Yennefer's cheek before coming to rest on her lips, brushing away a stray strand of hair that's fallen across her face. "Thank you," she whispers softly. "For everything."

"Is that so?" Yennefer's eyes narrow slightly, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "And here I thought you were just being... appreciative." She brushes her fingers against Ciri's cheek before sliding them into the younger woman's hair, playing with it teasingly. "I must admit," she continues, her voice lowering to a husky whisper, "it is rather gratifying to know that someone appreciates what I can offer."

She leans in closer, pressing her body against Ciri's once more. Their lips meet in a hungry kiss, their tongues dancing and tangling as they explore each other anew. As the passion between them builds, it's clear there is still much for them to discover about one another... and they have every intention of doing so.

Yennefer chuckled lightly as she pulled away for a moment, looking into Ciri's eyes with amusement. "Oh, I assure you," she said, waving her hand dismissively, "I have had my share." She leaned back in against the younger woman, her lips finding Ciri's once more. As their kiss deepened, Yennefer slid one arm around Ciri's waist, pulling her tightly against her body as her free hand trailed down over her hip and then lower still. "Triss was quite the teacher," she breathed into Ciri's ear, before nipping delicately at the lobe. "I think we should thank her properly sometime."

Ciri moaned softly as Yennefer's fingers traced circles over her folds through the water, and she arched her hips instinctively into the touch. "Mmm, that feels good," she murmured, her lips parting invitingly. Her own hand slipped lower, seeking out contact with Yennefer as well. As they explored each other in this intimate way, a connection deeper than words seemed to form between them, strengthening with every passing moment.

Yennefer arched an eyebrow as she heard the suggestive tone in Ciri's voice, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Triss would be... appreciative," she purred, running her tongue teasingly along Ciri's jaw before pressing their bodies flush against one another once more. Her hand slid lower still, finding purchase on Ciri's aching flesh as she began to stroke in time with the younger woman's breath. "But perhaps we should start with just the two of us."

Ciri moaned at the sensation, rocking her hips against Yennefer's touch. Her hand found its way between them, seeking contact once more as she lost herself in the pleasure unfolding before her. As their bodies moved together in rhythm, a deep and primal need took hold, driving them onward toward an orgasm that seemed to be built on countless layers of desire and longing.

Yennefer let out a soft chuckle as she continued to pleasure Ciri. "Well, I suppose that explains why you two get along so well," she said with an amused smile before focusing back on their intimate encounter. Her fingers expertly teased at the younger woman's entrance, driving her wild with need as her hips rocked in time with Ciri's movements. With each stroke, Yennefer pushed deeper, claiming what was hers in a possession that bordered on savage.

Ciri threw her head back, moaning loudly as she felt herself racing toward the edge of release. Her hand gripped tightly at Yennefer's arm, desperate for more of the older woman's touch as her body tensed and trembled in anticipation. Just as it seemed like she could hold out no longer, Yennefer pressed one final time, sending her over the edge in a shattering orgasm that left her boneless and sated in her arms.

"Hmm? Oh," Yennefer replied with a soft laugh as she relished in the afterglow of their shared passion. "I guess we don't always get to see each other that often. Triss does have a tendency to wander." Her fingers continued to dance across Ciri's skin, tracing lazy circles around her nipples and lower down to tease at the slick folds between her legs once more. "But when we do," she purred, pressing her lips against the younger woman's neck, "it's always worth it."

Ciri moaned in agreement, wrapping her arms around Yennefer's waist and pulling their bodies flush against one another. The water lapped gently at them as they reveled in the intimacy of the moment, lost in a world that was only the two of them. For now, they could pretend that nothing else existed beyond this small space, this shared connection, and it felt better than anything else she could remember.

Yennefer chuckled softly as she kissed along Ciri's jaw. "Oh yes," she replied with a sultry smile, her voice lowering to a husky whisper. "She's told me stories... some rather graphic ones." She nipped gently at Ciri's earlobe before trailing tiny kisses down the side of her neck. "I must admit," she continued, breath hot against her skin, "it only makes me want to explore those fantasies with you even more."

Ciri shivered at the sensation and tightened her grip around Yennefer's waist. "And what if Triss found out?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. There was a hint of nervousness in her tone, but there was also a thrill that came from the thought of their intimacy being discovered.

Yennefer lifted her head to look into Ciri's eyes, expression both amused and intense. "Oh," she said with a wicked grin, "I'm sure Triss would understand." Before Ciri could react further, Yennefer shifted their position so they were lying side by side, facing each other. She leaned in slowly, pressing her lips to the younger woman's and opening them, inviting Ciri's tongue to dance with hers. As they kissed, their bodies writhed together in the water, a testament to the passion that burned between them.

Yennefer chuckled softly against Ciri's lips before pulling back slightly to catch her breath. "You have no idea how good it feels to finally be able to express this side of myself with someone like you," she murmured, reaching up to trail a finger along the younger woman's jawline. Her gaze dropped to Ciri's lips before meeting hers once more in a slow, seductive kiss.

Their tongues tangled together as their bodies moved against each other, seeking release from the intense tension that had built between them. Yennefer slipped her hand beneath the water, trailing wet fingers along Ciri's inner thigh and then higher still until they brushed against the sensitive flesh between her legs. The younger woman arched into the touch immediately, moaning loudly as she was driven even further over the edge by this newfound pleasure.

Yennefer raised an eyebrow at that comment, her lips twitching with amusement before she leaned in to kiss Ciri again, a bit more roughly this time. "You are quite the little vixen," she murmured against the younger woman's lips, nipping gently at them before moving down to suckle and tease one of Ciri's hardened nipples through her wet bathing suit.

Ciri cried out, arching into Yennefer's touch as waves of pleasure washed over her again. Her hips bucked and thrust against the other woman's hand, seeking release from this unending need that seemed to consume her completely. "Please," she whimpered, breath coming in ragged gasps. "I need you."

"Triss was my first love," Yen replied, her voice husky with desire as she nibbled on Ciri's neck before moving down to her collarbone, "But since then... I've had my share." She slid a hand between them, circling Ciri's clit through the water before expertly parting her folds and pressing two fingers inside. "You really are so wet for me," she murmured as she began to move her fingers in and out in time with Ciri's quickening breath. Ciri cried out, arching off the edge of the tub as waves of pleasure crashed over her again. Her muscles clenched tight around Yennefer's fingers, urging her on as she drew ever closer to release. "Oh god," she moaned, throwing her head back and arching her back in a beautiful display of need. "That's it," Yen encouraged her, pressing deeper and harder as Ciri's orgasm built and built. "Let go... let me feel it."

As she reached the peak of her orgasm, Ciri's words were lost in a broken moan that echoed around them, her body shuddering with pleasure as her release washed over her in a hot rush. She clung to Yennefer, their wet bodies pressed tightly together as they caught their breath.

Yennefer smiled into the crook of Ciri's neck and brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face, "I believe Triss does hold that title," she murmured with a knowing smile. With one last caress to Ciri's aching flesh, she drew back, watching as the younger woman's eyes fluttered open again.

Their gazes met for a long moment, full of tenderness and understanding. For now, they had both given in to desire... to the need for physical connection and release. But there was something more between them, a bond that went deeper than simple lust or passion. It was this knowledge that left them feeling closer and more connected than they ever had before, despite all their shared experiences.

And as they lay there together in the water, breathing heavily and smiling softly at one another, neither of them could deny that they wanted to explore it further... soon.

Yennefer chuckled softly as she glanced around them, considering Ciri's proposition. "Very well," she replied with a playful smile. With another kiss to the younger woman's lips, she climbed out of the tub, her wet form clinging to her body like a second skin. Once they were both on solid ground, Yennefer wrapped one arm around Ciri's waist and led her over to the bed where they could have some privacy for their next adventure.

As they settled in between the sheets, their lips and hands explored each other with abandon, driving their desire to new heights. With practiced skill, Yennefer positioned Ciri on all fours, her perky bottom held high and exposed as she began teasingly licking and nibbling at the folds of skin between her legs. "Mmm," she purred against a now-flushed ear, "that's it... show me how much you want this."

Ciri moaned loudly, arching her back into Yennefer's touch as the older woman lapped at her sex with expertise. Her own hand reached down to stroke herself, finding relief in the touch that was almost as good as what Yennefer was doing for her. As they continued their intimate exploration, it became clear there would be no holding back tonight... only passion and raw desire.

Ciri cried out, her hips bucking up into Yennefer's hand as she felt herself racing towards the edge. The sensations were overwhelmingly pleasurable, every nerve ending on fire with need. She arched her back further, giving Yennefer better access as she thrashed beneath her touch.

"Fuck yes," Yennefer moaned, her free hand cupping Ciri's breast and squeezing gently. With one final thrust of her hips, she brought the younger woman over the edge in a shattering orgasm that left them both breathless.

As Ciri lay boneless and panting on the bed, Yennefer climbed up beside her, straddling her waist. She lowered her head, kissing Ciri softly before moving to nip at her bottom lip. "Your turn," she whispered huskily, sliding a slick finger into herself as she slowly began riding Ciri's thigh in circles.

Ciri shuddered at the sensation, arching upwards with a moan. Her hands roamed over Yennefer's body, seeking skin on skin contact and exploring every curve and hollow. As they moved together, their breath mingled in the air between them, hot and ragged.

"So close..." Yennefer panted, her movements growing faster and more urgent. "Let go... let me see you come apart for me."