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Teachable Moment update
🕑 Added 2020-05-09 21:59:59 +0000 UTC
Ciri laid out on the grass, sunning herself, listening to Yennefer describe the first time she’d been with Geralt. Out of the corner of her eye, Ciri could see the excitement in Yennefer’s expression and how her breasts trembled in the fluttering light of the sun. Her own sex and her own breasts quivered to hear Yennefer speak of such a forbidden subject, as though she were the woman who Geralt had possessed.
“Did he do it like we’ve done it?” Ciri asked. “In the—from behind?”
Yennefer tilted her head in a bit of musing. “Somewhat. He used his finger—not anything else.”
“So, then, it was pretty good, huh?”
“Really good.” Yennefer turned on her side to face Ciri. “I took his cock down my throat.”
“Really? You didn’t throw up?”
“No. That’s the gag reflex, Ciri. You can suppress it, with a bit of technique.” Yennefer smiled a little, actually flushing some. Ciri didn’t think it was embarrassment at what had happened so much as excitement to be sharing it with her. “What about you?”
“What about me?” Ciri asked, genuinely curious what Yennefer meant.
“When we did what we did. How did it feel? How would you describe it if you were talking about it to someone?”
“I don’t—I don’t know. I guess that it was surprising, but a good surprise. I could tell you knew what you were doing, so I just sort of went with what you wanted to happen. And it was wonderful to be licked and touched and—everything rubbing together—“ A thought struck Ciri. “What about Geralt? Does he lick things?”
“Not much. Men don’t take their time, usually. It’s quicker, but more intense. Not better, just different. It all depends on what you’re in the mood for.”
“I can’t imagine anything better than a tongue inside you, moving around like it’s got a mind of its own…”
“And a part of me hopes you never do,” Yennefer teased, grinning. “But if you can find a man who can do to you what Geralt does to me—well, I’d be happy for you.”
Both women were growing heated as their talk drew on, like the sun focused more intently on them as they spoke shamelessly. When Yennefer talked about how Geralt had fucked her, the image flashed into Ciri’s mind, exciting her. And Yennefer found it just as erotic to imagine Ciri in some of the positions she had been in with Geralt—getting fucked over a counter, or on her back on a dinner table.
Yennefer resisted the urge to touch herself, but Ciri couldn’t help herself. Unconsciously, her hand strayed down to rub lightly at her sex. And seeing it, Yennefer felt almost as aroused as if she were touching herself.
“Is it true what they say about witchers?” Ciri asked. “Boy witchers, I mean?”
Yennefer shrugged. “What do they say?”
“You know… that they’re big. Real big.”
“I wouldn’t know. I might just be tiny,” Yennefer teased. “But it does feel like he’s stretching me—no matter how many times we do it.”
Ciri looked up at the cloudy sky holding in the sun, feeling a certain sadness. With all Yennefer’s big talk about fucking, it was hard not to think that she had only half lost her virginity—the only woman around who hadn’t, or hadn’t yet, or couldn’t snare a man. She looked at the glow of satisfaction on Yennefer’s face. Maybe it was love. Or maybe it was a kind of sex that was realer and more immediate than what Ciri had shared with Yennefer.
“If he were here now, would you fuck him again?” Ciri asked. “Or are you done with him?”
“I suppose the honest answer is I’d let him romance me.” Yennefer sighed. “There are things that are pleasant because they happen easily and things that are pleasant because they happen with difficulty. Now, what you and I do, that’s easy. We fit together. Geralt and I, we’re more… well, it’s hard to explain. But he doesn’t want me to take him for granted any more than I want him to take me for granted.”
“That’s not a yes or a no,” Ciri said.
“It isn’t. But I’m very changeable. And I’m charitable enough to leave him room to impress me.” Yennefer sat up. “Are you worried I’ll change my mind about you, dearie?”
“No. No, I’m not,” Ciri said.
“Because it’s not the same. It can’t be. I enjoy you both, but I enjoy you in… simpler terms. Less complicated.”
“Like I’m just some… tavern wench?” Ciri asked challengingly.
“No. Of course not.”
Ciri sat up. “But that’s what you said! You said fuck like a wanton.”
“Yes, but not to think like one. You’re special, Ciri. Hasn’t anything I’ve done made you feel that?”
Ciri crossed her arms. “You love Geralt. You just like me. I’m your pet or something, aren’t I?”
“Honestly, Ciri, where do you get these ideas? Have you forgotten already how I feel?” Yennefer reached out and ran her hand up Ciri’s legs, smoothly gentle, even as she traced between Ciri’s thighs. Lightly touched her sex. “Does that seem like how I’d pet some smelly old dog?” She circled her hand closer and closer to Ciri’s pubic hair, eying Ciri’s face expectantly as her fingers daringly broached the hood of Ciri’s clit. “Do you feel like a kitty cat, sitting in my lap?”
Ciri trembled, feeling ecstasy inside her that was only beginning. It felt so nice. Too nice to possibly be false. Yennefer was her friend, Yennefer cared for her, and even if this wasn’t what she shared with Geralt—well, Ciri loved it.
She moved to Yennefer, completing a circuit between them. Her mouth latched onto Yennefer’s rigid nipple, her tongue flicking across it, becoming a sloppy kiss that lathered the tip of Yennefer’s left breast in her saliva. Yennefer shook with what Ciri was doing, how Ciri was touching her, and Ciri knew it was too real for Yennefer to be blasé or callous about what was happening.
Yennefer touched her inner thighs. Ciri almost came then and there. Yennefer’s touch was soft, warm, loving—she wasn’t some glutton ravenously feeding herself on whatever was handy, but a gourmet, appreciating everything Ciri did for her, appreciating Ciri’s body with every finger she laid on it. Ciri let herself go, giving her mind permission to enjoy Yennefer’s soothing touches and caresses, closer and closer to her sex.
Ciri shook in excitement as she ran her hands down Yennefer’s sides and back up her hips, memorizing the potent curvature of Yennefer’s subtly emphatic figure. Everywhere she touched, Yennefer was warm and soft and smooth, to such an extent that it was difficult for Ciri to believe she was actually touching her. As usual, she felt like she was in a dream, and was anxious to touch Yennefer’s divine slit before she woke up. Ciri had learned so much about what pleased her in recent days. She wanted to know if the same touches would work on Yennefer. Her hands trembled with an inability to wait, but otherwise Ciri just barely managed to hold herself back.
“Mmmmmm,” Ciri moaned—Yennefer was responding in kind, feeling the same rush, yet seeming perfectly in control as she eased a slender finger inside of Ciri’s silken pussy. The finger curled; Ciri’s clitoris fluttered madly as the touch moved closer and closer to it.
Ciri panted hoarsely. Her button was pulsing with all the mad desire in Ciri’s body, centered in one perfect place. All of her wanted to be stroked and massaged and caressed by Yennefer’s wonderful touch, but her clitoris was where Ciri had to be touched.
Her legs spread as if by magic. Yennefer crawled in closer. Ciri’s skin was burning, electric—she felt Yennefer’s hips on her inner thighs as her mentor moved between her legs. Another finger slid into the wetness of Ciri’s opening, raking Ciri’s engorged clit as the fingers ran in and out of her.
“That’s incredible! Incredible!” Ciri gasped out loud.
Yennefer smiled her contentment at Ciri’s reaction, even as her eyes flashed with the desire for more. Solving Ciri like a puzzle, one hand spread Ciri’s labia, the other experimented with the tender pink folds inside. Ciri grinned shakily, sharing the smile with Yennefer as her mentor felt out how smooth, how silken Ciri was on the inside, to a lover’s hand.
