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Ciri was not exactly new to “roughing it.”
She had led a very tumultuous life in her brief 19 years, the latter half of which she spent as essentially a nomad across time and space. But this year in particular had been a particular pain in her ass.
The Wild Hunt had been chasing her for years, and she always managed to stay ahead of them with her gift, but now, seemed to have gotten some edge, something that got them closer to her than they had been before, something that forced Ciri onto her heels. She was too busy running for her life to figure out what that thing was.
Back in Skellige - again. Even with the power to travel between infinite worlds, she somehow always ended up back here, her birthplace.
She wished she was there under better circumstances, though, nearly getting killed by the Novigrad Temple Guards. She felt bad about leaving Dandelion behind, and hoped that he was alright. She arrived to the Northern Isles, wounded, scared and exhausted - she was lucky someone found her - Skjall, the portly warrior and his sister Astrid - taking care of her when they didn’t need to bother themselves, they could have just as well minded their business as many in small villages tended to do, and left her to drown, but alas they did what they thought was right and saved her, and for that, Ciri was thankful.
Despite it being her birthplace, and Ciri spending part of her life there, hell she was even a heiress of a few of the islands, Ciri never felt like a Skelliger - she didn’t have the accent since her royal Cintrian upbringing and heritage made her sound rather posh, something she hated being called. She didn’t much look like a Skelliger either; her hair white hair notwithstanding; she was a tall girl, but most Skelliger women still had an inch or two on her, at least - cold island life made them a hearty bunch.
For the moment, Ciri was stuck; her mysterious elf companion was off trying to find a boat, and she couldn’t risk using her powers and attracting the Hunt, so for the moment Lofeton was where she found herself. But If she was going to be momentarily stuck, she would be so in comfort.
The Sauna. The Skellige isles had hot springs all over, and given how cold it got in winter months, many of the isles’ settlements were built surrounding said springs. Astrid had invited her to the one in the village, as a part of her recovery. Ciri didn’t want to impose, but in all honesty she was sore all over, and a hot spring sounded heavenly.
The spring was located at the center of the village, a large structure, with the sauna inside, and the springs providing the heat in the back. Astrid pointed her in the direction, telling Ciri she’d met her there. Ciri got to the springs, and waited, stripping down to her small-clothes. Astrid arrived after a few minutes, but she wasn’t alone.
“Girlie.” Greeted happily, walking through the door. “I see ye found yer way, no problem.”
“Yes - the sauna was hard to miss.” Ciri replied, not really looking at Astrid.
“Ah, where are me manners?” Astrid chirped. “These are my friends. Lydia, and Helga.”
Lydia, on Astrid’s right, was much like Astrid: a tall, pretty girl of her early or mid-20s, with brown hair slightly lighter than Astrid’s and a simple, but pretty farm ready dress.
Helga, on the other hand, stood out quite a bit. While most of the other Skelliger women might’ve had an inch or two on Ciri, Helga was a full head taller; with fiery ginger hair and freckles to match. While also pretty, she was a stout woman, with broad strong shoulders, a rather large chest, and large legs, which were only made to look larger by the fact that she was wearing a pair of baggy riding breeches instead of a dress. She was clearly of warrior lineage, child of the viking raiders that the isles were famous, or rather infamous for.
“Hello, I’m Ciri.” Ciri introduced politely.
“Quite the scar ye got there.” Helga noted starkly.
“Helga!” Astrid admonished. “That’s just plain rude.”
“I meant it as a compliment.” Helga dismissed. “Scars tells stories - the most borin’ people in the world don’t got scars. So - you got stories to tell, Ciri?”
Ciri’s face pinked a bit at the attention of the room being on her. “Plenty - but maybe for another time.”
“Helga. Quit interrogating my guest.” Astrid said, slapping her friend’s rather firm bicep. “Let’s hurry and get undressed and get in the sauna.”
“I am undressed.” Ciri said. Helga looked her up and down, and snorted.
“No yer not. Unless you plan to sweat through your skivvies.”
“Wait - you mean I must strip down all the way?” Ciri asked, eyes going to Astrid. The other girl gave her a sympathetic smile.
“Best way.” Astrid told her. “Don’t be shy. We’re all girls here.”
That was true. Honestly, Ciri was so used to keeping the company of rugged men that she sometimes forgot how to be around women her age - another thing she felt out of place in. She put on a polite smile, and pushed down her anxiety, nodding her head.
With a bit of trepidation, she undid her breast wraps, letting her breasts swell to their fullness. It made her feel a bit better that the others weren’t paying much attention to her, as they were working themselves out of their own clothes. She turned around and placed her wraps on a small table, before slowly pushing her underwear down her legs.
“Should I just leave these - SWEET FUCK!”
Ciri was hard to surprise, she really was after a life of adventuring. But some things still caught her off guard. Namely, the near horse's cock that was swinging between Helga’s legs.
Skellige was a strange place for many, but really it was just like anywhere else, with its own culture and values, however there was a rather…unique genetic trait that existed there. For some reason, that went all the way back further than even the Conjunction of the Spheres, about 5% of the women on the Isles had cocks. A queer circumstance really, women in every way, except for the cocks that hung between their legs. For the Skellige, it wasn’t much of an issue, it was just another trait someone might have, like blue eyes are blonde hair, they even had a moniker -Daughters of Freya. But for someone who wasn’t familiar with the island, or hadn’t been there in a while in Ciri’s case - well it could be a rather stiff surprise. Ciri of course had known about the trait - she was born there after all, but she had never seen it for herself given the rarity. She stared openly, and rather rudely, as Helga continued to stripe, the large woman’s large cock swinging and bobbing as she did.
“Ciri? Is something the matter?” Astrid asked in a bit of concern, halfway out her dress. Her voice shook Ciri from her staring. Ciri was about to respond, when Astrid let her dress drop down past her waist, and to Ciri’s even greater surprise, there lied another cock - not quite as big as Helga’s. But still long and thick, and looking out of place on Astrid’s thin frame. Ciri’s mouth dropped open this time as her eyes transfixed on the new member in front of her. Now, as it were, one Daughter of Freya in a village was statistically rare, so two was a statistical anomaly - so when Lydia dropped her dress, and was sporting a cock somewhere between Astrid’s and Helga’s, Ciri thought that the gods must have been playing some kind of bawdy cosmic prank on her. It was the only explanation.
“Girlie act’s like she’s never seen a cock before.” Helga jibbed, wiggling her hips a bit, causing her large cock to swing.
“Helg, don’t be crude.” Astrid admonished, but only lightly. “Maybe she hasn’t seen a daughter of Freya before.”
“I have!” Ciri announced loudly, feeling the need to come to the defense of her worldliness She technically had met a daughter of Freya - it was rumored that one of her grandmother’s maids in waiting was one, but she never saw her naked of course, and even if she had, she doubted the woman would have had cock’s rivaling her forearm, but Ciri didn’t share that detail.
“Well, then you have nothin’ to be bashful about, innit?” Helga hooted, stepping forward and clapping a large hand on Ciri’s shoulder. Ciri was about to say something, when Helga spun her around, and place a hand dangerously low on her lower back, pushing her towards the sauna. Astrid and Lydia didn’t seem to take issue with their friend’s rather bold behavior, and followed behind.
Once in the sauna, Ciri relaxed, but only minutely. Naked and now sweating, she was a bit out of her element, and the cocks swinging around her didn’t help. She sat down on a far bench, away from the others, but they didn’t seem to get the hint, following her and sitting down beside her - Helga sat especially close, her large leg’s pressing up against Ciri’s, cock hanging between her slightly spread thighs.
“Nice, isn’t it?” Helga asked, leaning against Ciri, making the small girl shift a bit. Ciri slid over. Helga followed. Ciri frowned at the large woman, but Helga just smirked and put on a face of innocence. Ciri might not have spent a lot of time around people her age, but she knew when someone was messing with her.
“You’re a bit close.” Ciri said, trying to keep her voice flat and polite, despite her anxiety bubbling. Helga looked down at her through her eyelashes in a positively predatory fashion. And in an even more predatory fashion, Helga placed a large hand on Ciri’s upper thigh, squeezing, and causing Ciri to squeak in a fashion unlike herself.
“Everything alright over there?” Astrid asked. She was on the other side of Helga, the redhead's large frame blocking Astrid from seeing what she was doing to Ciri. Helga kept her hand on Ciri’s bare thigh, eyes challenging her. Ciri glared back - she wasn’t so easily balked.
“Just peachy.” Ciir replied.
“Great.” Astrid said. “Helga, be a dear and get some more steam going.”
“Of course.” Helga said. Slowly, she retracted her paw from Ciri’s thigh, and stood, walking to the hot stones at the center of the room, giving Ciri a moment to breathe a moment of relief. Helga grabbed a bucket of water, and slowly poured it over the stones, causing the steam in the room to thicken and the temperature to spike.
Helga sauntered back over to Ciri, cock swinging hypnotically as she did, but she didn’t sit back down; instead, she stood directly in front of Ciri, hands on her hips and crotch directly level wih Ciri’s face. Ciri’s eyes hopped between the cock in her face, and Helga’s face looking down at her.
“This is a Sauna, yet ya look so tense.” Helga teased.
“I’m not used to it.” Ciri replied; with her eyes locked on the girl cock in front of her, it would seem she wasn’t talking about the heat.
“Hm, yes, I suppose you mainlanders wouldn’t be accustomed to our ways.” Helga replied.
“Helga…” Astrid said, with a bit of warning in her voice. She seemed less offended that Helga was flashing her cock in Ciri’s face, than her general lack of manners. But Helga ignored her friend, continuing to lord over Ciri.
“I was BORN here.” Ciri informed them, a bit snidely.
Astrid looked surprised by that. “Really? I would have never figured.”
Ciri glanced over to her, taking a bit of offense. Helga scoffed derisively.
“I don’t see it.” Helga dismissed flippantly. She reached out and grabbed Ciri by the chin, her fingers digging into the Ciri’s cheeks. She turned Ciri’s head this way and that, examining the white haired girl. Ciri could pull away, but didn’t feel the need to cause a scene. She could withstand a bit of hazing, she was a warrior, after all.
“Besides the scar, ya look as dainty as a tulip.” Helga commented, tilting Ciri’s head up. “Skinny frame, posh accent-”
Ciri HATED being called posh.
“-you wouldn’t pass for a Skelliger.”
“Why, because I don’t have a horse’s cock between my legs?” Ciri bit back.
Now, commenting on how big someone’s cock was, man or woman, was hardly the most piercing of insults, but Ciri got her point across, if by no other indicator than the small gasp she heard Lydia let out. Helga, of course, was not insulted or offended in the slightest, smiling broadly with mischievous eyes. Helga’s hand traveled upward, crawling from her face up to the top of Ciri’s head, and then her fingers curled, tightening into a fist in Ciri’s white hair. Ciri let out a small gasp as Helga gave her hair a slight tug, and the energy in the room went from playful bullying, to something a bit different. Ciri kept her eyes on Helga’s not wanting them to waiver even as Helga yanked her hair and head about.
“Helga, maybe you should-” Lydia tried, but was deftly cut off by the larger woman.
“Mind yer business, Lyd.” Helga snapped. Helga fisted her hand around Ciri’s bun, and made Ciri tilt her head back a pit painfully, craning her neck upwards. “You say yer a Skelliger? Let’s see if ya got the endurance of one - the drive.”
Ciri swallowed thickly, and her nostrils flared - a different kind of heat filling her besides the steam. Her Witcher training had attuned her senses, but she didn’t exactly need super hearing to hear the shift in Helga’s pitch, and she didn’t need the keenest eyes to notice that Helga’s cock had been steadily filling with blood and engorging - while not quite completely hard, it was rigid enough to be nearly pointing at Ciri’s chin. At this point, Ciri could have pulled away, fought back, done something besides sit there like a good little girl - but she didn’t very much WANT to do anything. She had spent most her life running - hell she had been running just hours ago, so she’d be damned if she ran from some big-dicked gal with an attitude. Plus, she was her father’s child - Geralt that is. She might not have been a Witcher proper, but as far as her libido went, she was as full-blooded as any. So when Helga gripped the base of her dick, and began to gingerly slap Ciri on her cheek with the length of her cock, her horniness outweighed any potential outrage.
Helga looked at her expectantly as he cock-clapped her, looking at Ciri expectantly. She was waiting on Ciri - for the silver haired girl to step to her challenge, or to cower away. The other two watched on, looking disapprovingly, but with obvious interest, neither moving to step in.
Well, Ciri was no coward. She gave Helga her most defiant gaze she could, and said,
“I can handle anything you throw at me.”
Helga smiled like a maniac - that’s all she needed to hear.
“That’s the spirit.” The redhead grinned, before giving Ciri’s hair a sharp yank. Ciri couldn’t help but gasp out in pain, which was all Helga needed. In a flash, quicker than a woman of her size or with her cock, should be able to move, Helga crammed the bulbous head of her cock into Ciri’s open mouth.
“HMPH?!” Ciri sounded around Helga’s cockhead. Helga still had a grip on Ciri’s bun, pulling Ciri’s head forward, and forcing Ciri’s mouth apart. Ciri had sucked a few cocks in her years, eaten a few pussies too. The most intense and large of which left her with a sore jaw or so, but Helga was a different beast entirely - Ciri felt like her jaw might come in two, her mouth being forced to accommodate Helga’s unreasonable size.
“Open wide.” Helga taunted. Ciri didn’t really have much say in that matter - Helga was pulling Ciri’s head forward, while simultaneously driving her hips forward, feeding Ciri her length, her glans pushing into the back of the smaller girl’s mouth, causing Ciri to sputter and drool a bit. She brought her hands up to place on Helga’s large thighs, but the redhead batted her hands away.
“No hands.” She admonished, pulling Ciri’s head even more forward, causing Ciri to let out a wet sounding gag as Helga’s cock pushed into her throat. “Real Skelligers can swallow cock, no problem.”
Ciri blink backed a few tears and gave Helga an annoyed and pained glare. A Skelliger’s ability to gobble up cock seemed oddly specific, even Ciri obeyed no less, gripping the edge of the bench tightly.
“HRUCK .” Ciri gagged as she was forced to take another inch - she wasn’t even halfway down Helga’s near 16-inch length, and for most people, that would have been a hard limit, but having Elder Blood made her more durable than your average wench, so when Helga snapped her hips forward and suddenly shunted an additional 4 inches of her cock into Ciri’s gullet, the small girl didn’t break as most other woman would have.
“GRUUUUUCKKK!”
It still wasn’t the most pleasant feeling on earth, having her throat violated by a cock the width of her forearm. Her lips were stretched to their limit, tightly sealed around Helga’s cock - the only thing leaving Ciri’s mouth was globs of spit running down her chin, and the sporadic gag and sputter; her throat bulged obscenely around the thick appendage forced into her throat. Helga seemed to gather that this was about as much of her cock that she was going to be able to stuff into Ciri’s mouth, so she shifted her hands to the crown of Ciri’s head, and slowly began to pull Ciri up her length, before slamming her back down, setting a rhythm, and steadily fucking Ciri’s face.
Gag tears fully trailed down Ciri’s face at this point, her throat being pumped and pummeled with very little abandon or concern on Helga’s part, fucking Ciri’s mouth mercilessly - propping a foot up on the bench beside Ciri, so she could thrust her hips with extra leverage and force.
“GRRUCK…GLURCK….HRUCKK…GRACKK!”
“Hmmm, you’re putting up a decent enough effort, but any main lander whore can do ‘decent’” Helga sneered.
There was nothing decent about throating a 16-inch cock, Ciri thought, but she wasn’t really in any position to verbalize that. Still, she had thought she was doing a good job - she didn’t particularly have much agency in the situation, being rendered to not much more wet oral cavity for Helga to fuck her cock in to, but still, Ciri figured most other people would have tapped out by now. But if Helga wanted more than decent, Ciri would give it to her. Ciri brought a hand up, and snaked it around behind Helga, to the Skelliger’s prominent glutes.
“I thought I said no ha - OH!”
Helga was quickly quieted by two of Ciri’s slender fingers pushing past the muscled rim of her asshole, pushing into the second knuckle.
“Cheeky little cunt, aint ya.” Helga grunted, though by the way her cheeks clenched around her fingers, Ciri could tell she was enjoying it. She would’ve smirked if not for the cock she was currently drooling around. “Well, if yer interested in my arse, why not have the full monty!”
Ciri wasn’t given the time to wonder what that meant - Helga shifted, and pulled her hips back, drawing her cock from Ciri’s mouth. Ciri instinctually took the moment to take a large gasp of air, but Helga had other plans. Helga quickly spun, and reached back to grab Ciri but the top of her head. Using her grip, she yanked Ciri forward, burying Ciri’s face between her ass cheeks and pressing Ciri’s open mouth against her off-pink asshole.
“MMMPPPHHH!” Ciri let out, in a muffled gasp as she was french kissing Helga’s backdoor.
“Come on. Get in there!” Helga laughed. She squatted down, pressing her ass down more into Ciri’s face, making the Ciri’s neck crane a bit. She wasn’t quite sitting on her face, but it was damn near there. With Ciri’s mouth and tongue dutifully, if not a bot involuntarily, going to work on her asshole, Helga looked over to her friends.
“You two plan to just gonna sit there with yer dicks hard, or are ya going to come join me in the fun.”
Up until now, that’s exactly what they had been doing, watching from the other side of the sauna, cocks rigid and leaking, as their friend worked over Ciri. The two girls looked at each other, searching the other’s face for approval or disapproval.
“We shouldn’t.” Astrid said.
“She’s our guest. Wouldn’t be right.” Lydia concurred.
But their eyes and cocks had a different conversation entirely, one that ultimately won out.
Helga let go of Ciri’s head, letting her breath freely finally. Ciri slid off the bench in oxygen deprived exhaustion. When her sight became less spotty after several blinks and deep breaths, she saw that now all three women were standing around her. Helga smiled evilly, Astrid looked a bit apologetic, and Lydia looked like her cock would explode if it wasn’t shoved into something soon. Ciri swallowed as she realized that her brazenous might have gotten the better of her.
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“We…ngh..really can’t keep doing this.” Astrid grunted.
“Nonsense.” Helga panted. “We don’t make these lasses do anything they don’t ask for”.
“Damn, she’s tight as hell.” Lydia noted.
“MRPMMPH” Ciri choked and gurgled out.
As it turned out, gang fucking mainlanders wasn’t exactly new to Skellige trio, as Ciri was learning first hand.
They manhandled - or rather “womanhandled” Ciri onto the bench - Ciri was stronger than she looked, and very skilled in combat, but it seemed these Skelligers had skill of their own in tossing girls around like ragdolls. They had Ciri on the bench, Helga was under her, hands gripped onto Ciri’s hips and cock driving upward into her pussy - she didn’t have time to even attempt to get used to it before Lydia was behind her, shoving her 11 inches into Ciri’s ass. The wetness in the air and sweat made the sudden intrusion more bearable than it could have been, but it was still being fucked up the ass with a fat prick. Astrid was in front of her, and in a small mercy, her cock was only about 9 and a half inches as it slammed into Ciri’s throat.
Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon - the sole princess of Cintra, child with Elder Blood, and the Lady of the Worlds, was being made air-tight, fucked in all her holes by a trio of big dicked ladies. If she were anybody else, she’d probably be torn asunder, or at least suffering from some general organ damage, but her powers made her hardy - hardy enough to withstand a brutal gangbang - she learned that from a bit of trial and error during her travels.
The three Skelligers seemed to have done this frequently enough where they had their own internal rhythm, their stokes and thrusts syncing up to fuck with the maximum efficiency, always moving, always ensuring that at any given point, SOMEONE was balls deep in one of Ciri’s holes.
Worse yet, or perhaps better yet - Ciri was enjoying it.
“By Freya, the bitch is cumming again.” Helga laughed. It was true - Ciri’s pussy clenched around Helga’s cock that was slamming in and out of her, that would make her 3rd orgasm, or maybe fourth - Ciri wasn’t really counting. She didn’t have the brain capacity to count - her body buzzing from hard pleasure, and some oxygen deprivation from constantly having her throat fucked. At the moment, she was a mewling fuck-doll; no brain cells at work, just a tight set of holes to be fucked, and after weeks running from murderous elves, Ciri wouldn’t have had it any other way. They had been fucking for nearly two hours now, with Ciri having her mouth, cunt and ass full almost the entire time. There were a few instances where the girls would switch positions back and forth; they had gotten it down to an art, never being out of Ciri for more than ten seconds, before slamming right back into her
“Wait, I have an idea.” Helga said suddenly. Ciri was too delirious to make out the rest of the brief conversation, but a moment later, they were pulling out of her. She let out a moan, feeling very empty all of a sudden. That feeling wouldn’t last. Suddenly, she was lifted in the air, Astrid was on one side of her, while Lydia was on the other, cradling her so that her legs were being supported by their hands, and her arms thrown over their shoulders. With Ciri securely in their arms, they lifted her up high enough so that her bottom cleared their hips. Then, under her, the two women angled their hips, so that the underside of their cocks were pressed against each other, pointing upward. Then, they lowered Ciri; her ass, their target. When their twin cock heads began to press into her ass, Ciri’s eyes flashed open, and her mouth hung open, suddenly feeling VERY awake - her whole body like a nerve.
“Wait, wait-” she tried, but they had no intention of listening, as they continued to sink her down on their combined cocks, splitting her ass open in a way Ciri never imagined was possible. Astrid and Lydia never did this with any other woman before - not for a lack of trying. The durability and apparent malleability of Ciri’s body made her perfect for this new position, the snug fit of her ass gripping the two women like a vice
“FUUUUUUUGHHH!” Ciri screeched out, as Astrid and Lydia finally managed to wedge and shift their way up her ass, finally bottoming out.
Helga, who wasn’t one to stand and watch idly, positioned herself in front of Ciri, where her pussy was free, lining herself up, and slamming her hips forward. Three cocks were in her again, but in a new configuration - two cocks sawing in and out of her ass, and one pummeling her pussy.
“UNGGH…UNGHH…UNGHH!” Ciri grunted and moaned, sounding a bit like a farm animal.
“She’s taking us.” Lydia said, sounding almost surprised, as if she wasn’t currently one of the ones double stuffing Ciri’s ass.
“Guess she might be a real Skelliger after all.” Helga laughed, giving Ciri’s face a playful smack for good measure. Ciri’s tongue loled out her mouth, and she drooled down her cheek and chin. Lydia and Astrid worked in tandem to lift and drop Ciri onto their dicks over and over, while Helga assaulted her pussy from the front, giving her ample opportunity to insult Ciri to her face, and spit into her mouth as she pleased.
It seemed the Skelliger girls’ synchronization also applied to their orgasms, too, as their 3 sets of balls all tightened within seconds of each other, pumping Ciri full of an ungodly amount of come, so much so that a slight bulge grew in Ciri’s stomach as she was pumped with 3 loads from these women that looked like it came from six men
Ciri let out a scream as her own brutal orgasm hit - one that she had no control over and that was full of power. One that pierced through the room, causing it to shake, one that echoed in the village - she hadn’t lost control of her voice like that in years, but given the circumstance, control wasn’t really on the table. The Skelliger girls were startled by the scream, and quickly pulled out of Ciri, dropping her in a heap like a sack of potatoes, covering their ears.
When Ciri’s orgasm subsided some seconds later, she just laid there, twitching in a sweaty mess, cum leaking out of her now gaping ass and pussy, a silly look on her face.
“The fuck was that?” Lydia asked, slowly taking her hands off her ears.
“Girl has a pair of lungs on her.” Helga noted.
“That’s an understatement.” Astrid said. “That wasn’t normal.”
“Eh, nothin is round here,” Helga dismissed. She gave a quick stretch, her still wet cock leaking a bit of residue cum onto the floor. “Man, I needed that.”
Helga lazily stroked her cock over Ciris body, shooting out any left over come that might have been backed up - Lydia and Astrid joined her, making sure their balls were completely empty, splattering ropes of still thick come onto Ciri’s pretty face and tits in a full glaze/
“Think I’ll go wash off in the pool in back.” Helga sighed in satisfaction as her cock finally began to soften a bit
“What about her?” Lydia asked, nodding her head to Ciri’s supine form - her eyes had rolled up into the back of her head. “Shouldn’t we, ya know, clean her up?”
Helga jabbed Ciri’s side with her foot. A spurt of cum shot out of Ciri’s cunt.
“She aint going nowhere. I’m going out back.”
Helga grabbed a towel, and walked to the back door, pulling it open. She was hit suddenly by COLD. That was impossible - it had just been a sunny day. Stranger yet, it was snowing.
It seemed that Ciri’s scream was heard further than they could have imagined.