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Teachable Moment update
🕑 Added 2020-04-14 23:00:01 +0000 UTC
As usual, Geralt was a balm and a comfort and a hex on Yennefer’s body and soul. She had lost track of how many times she had been mounted and brought to climax by the White Wolf, bringing her baser instincts out from under those more refined, with a vengeance. She allowed herself to cultivate that hedonistic streak until it threatened to overshadow her ambitious nature. She drank often, enjoyed her sensual indulgences with Ciri, and went mad beneath the savage rutting of Geralt.
Politics intruded on even the most cordial of surroundings. Yennefer had no patience for the whole terrible, tangled web—the rot setting in as it always did. Someone was out to get Geralt and sooner or later he would come to her for help and she would give it to him, sleep with him, be a little more in love with him no matter how much she wasn’t. Drinking with Ciri, she wondered if the girl understood. She probably thought it’d be terribly fun to be Geralt’s woman, the lovely little piece of white fluff.
“Tell me something,” Yennefer said to Ciri’s silky fall of silver hair, in the garden courtyard where rose petals fell all around them and the birds sang just for them. “I know that was a new experience last night, but was it your first kiss at all?”
Ciri smiled, toying with the empty wineglass. She had tried to keep up with Yennefer’s consumption of wine and that was starting to feel like a mistake. She thought she’d stopped herself in time, though. She was relaxed and any awkwardness she thought would crop up after their lovemaking was melting away in the face of Yennefer’s friendship, as warm as ever.
Ciri even felt a tear of gratitude burning her eye; the wine making her maudlin. She dabbed at it, lifting her face. “Not the first ever—the first that meant something, maybe.”
Yennefer smiled understandingly and put her hand on the back of Ciri’s where it rested on her skirt. Under both was the shapely thigh that, after feeling it wrapped around her head, now felt so incongruous with the endearing innocence in Ciri’s young, even adorable visage.
Yennefer could not yet reconcile how naïve and goodhearted Ciri was with the lustful indulgence that came over her body like some magic spell. It was like there were two people living in that white-haired skull—one virginal naïf and one ravishing temptress. And Yennefer didn’t even know which she preferred.
She squeezed Ciri’s hand warmly. “Tell me all about it, Ciri. After all we’ve shared, it can’t be too difficult to let it pour out.”
The teenager looked at her older counterpart, finding the expected warmth in her eyes, but also a fire. Ciri couldn’t tell if it was protective, jealous, or simply lustful. Perhaps all three.
“I was going riding,” Ciri began haltingly. “But I only had so much experience. The horse saw something, he got spooked, and he ran. Ran wild with me on his back. I should’ve thrown myself clear, but I didn’t. I let him carry me around wherever he was going. I thought—maybe eventually—he would calm down. I shouldn’t have thought that. It was silly to excuse not doing anything.”
Yennefer smiled, but there was no ridicule in her curved lips. “Even a small horse is more formidable than a slip of a girl. What chance did you have once he got it into his head to do something you didn’t want?”
“You’re sweet,” Ciri said, “but I know it was the rider’s fault, not the mount. That’s what Geralt always says, anyway.”
Yennefer rolled her eyes. “Go on. You tell it, not Geralt.”
“I didn’t know what to do; I thought I was going to die. Then this… courier was there. He swept me up in his arms and threw me on the back of his horse. I was so frightened that I still didn’t know what to do. He pulled the horse to a stop and helped me down and then he just… did it.”
“How did it feel?” Yennefer asked smoothly.
“Good,” Ciri said after a pause. “Unexpected, but good.”
“And that’s all he did? Kiss you?”
“Yes—I suppose he didn’t want to chance any more than that. He got back on his horse and rode off then. I had to walk back. My horse came back to the stable later.”
Yennefer reached out, laying her caressing hand between Ciri’s breasts. “Did you wish he had done more, though? Were your nipples hard when you were walking back? Sensitive?”
Ciri dropped her eyes down to where Yennefer was touching her. “Yes—that feels good.”
“You like it, then? Having them touched?”
“Yes.” Ciri gave a nervous laugh. “Aren’t people supposed to? Especially when it’s you, Yennefer?”
“Yes, they are,” Yennefer assured her, taking her hand away languidly. She gestured and made the bottle pour itself into their glasses twice more.
Ciri didn’t drink, although Yennefer did. “Do you think I should’ve done something? That maybe that was fate’s way of saying I was… overdue? Or ready? Or something?”
“No, Ciri, I think what happened, happened at the perfect time. But you do have a whole new world of pleasure to explore, now that you know what your body’s capable of.”
Ciri shivered at Yennefer’s words, thinking of what had happened between them instead of what might have happened between her and the stranger. How Yennefer’s tongue had licked her so effectively, pleasurably, bringing her near to orgasm so many times, and then making her lose count when she did climax. “Yes… I thought you were just doing something nice for me, but I really made you feel good, didn’t I Yen?”
“Wonderful, honey. You’re a natural. And you don’t have to be shy about it. If a man can like quim, why not a woman? Maybe you’ll like cock more, even a lot more, but you’ll always like quim at least a little. And even if you only like it a little, there’s no end to it. You can take as much of it as you want and it’ll keep giving. You can come and come and come, like you did when I sucked you.”
Ciri blushed and looked away. “I really liked that.”
Yennefer laughed. “So did I.”
“Do you want to do it again?” Ciri blurted out.
Yennefer’s smile widened. “Yes, Ciri. But I’m going to take charge again. Now that it’s not so new to you, I expect you to be an exceptional learner—not just a natural talent.”
“I want to learn everything, Yen. I want to get you off even better than you’ve done for me.”
Yennefer stood. She crossed to Ciri’s side of the table, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet. Smiling at Ciri’s pliability, she ushered the girl to the floor—lying her down on her back. With a simple spell, Yennefer sent her clothes away, leaving only her choker and her stockings, both continuing the usual, alluring contrast between dark clothes and white flesh.
All but naked, she straddled Ciri’s face, her knees pressing in on Ciri’s ears. Then she simply lowered herself down, reaching into Ciri’s hair as her sex connected to Ciri’s mouth.
“Eat me, Ciri. Show me how delicious my cunt is.”
Ciri pushed her tongue out of her mouth and it was immediately immersed in the taste of Yennefer, the swelling pressure of her cunt, the heat that told her how aroused Yennefer was. Of course, Yennefer was always aroused when she had sex with Ciri. Ciri wondered which came first—the arousal or the lovemaking.
“Oh my!” Yennefer gasped, immediately rolling her hips in symphony with Ciri’s licking tongue, grinding and thrusting her sex onto Ciri’s mouth. “Yes—taste it—drink it—the more you take, the more I’ll give!”
Ciri slid her hands up Yennefer’s lithe thighs to cup the well-rounded buttocks that seemed to burst from the top of her stockings, trying to hold Yennefer’s pumping hips in place. She moved her tongue in a blur up and down Yennefer’s sex, wanting every drop of that delicious taste to stay in her mouth forever.
“Give your fingers to me!” Yennefer cried. “Put them inside me! Make me come with them! I’ll come all over your face at this rate! And you’d love it, wouldn’t you, my darling? You’d love having your face just covered in my happiness! Keep going, Ciri! I’ll give it to you! I won’t even be able to hold back!”
Ciri reached under her mentor’s ass, sliding two fingers up into Yennefer’s core. It was tight, strong muscles sucking at Ciri’s fingers, but Ciri drove them in hard enough to reach the knuckle long before Yennefer’s folds could pull them into place. Yennefer screamed and lifted her hips, dropping her ass down on Ciri’s face with her juicy pussy right before Ciri’s eyes. Ciri could see fresh dewdrops rolling out of it.
“Lick my asshole, Ciri,” Yennefer insisted. “Every inch of me deserves that tongue.”
Ciri experimentally prodded out with her tongue until it met a tightly puckered hole that could only be Yennefer’s anus. Ciri couldn’t believe it. How could she be going along with something so obscene? But then, once, all of this would’ve seen obscene. If it could bring as much pleasure as what they’d already done…
Ciri more firmly set the tip of her tongue against Yennefer’s asshole. It actually wasn’t so bad. There was no real taste to it, except the vanilla tinge of Yennefer’s body. It was the idea more than the reality that made Ciri want to gag. But the taboo also aroused her—it felt incredibly lewd, naughty, and more intimate than anything they’d done before. She thrust her tongue into the tiny sphincter. Under the pressure, it opened up and allowed her to explore…
“Hhhhff!” Yennefer bit her lips, running her hands through her raven hair, before she couldn’t stand there not being more. She shamelessly reached down and pulled her buttocks further apart, offering her asshole to Ciri’s tongue with total desperation. “Lick it, Ciri! Oh God, it’s throbbing! It’s going to make me come! I can feel it, I’m going to come! Make me come, Ciri! Give me an orgasm in my ass!”
Ciri felt Yennefer’s anal passage throbbing around her tongue. She extended her middle finger and reached it into Yennefer’s asshole, giving her even more to feel. And while she thrust the finger in and out, she returned her lips to Yennefer’s womanhood, giving her tongue to a pussy that was wetter than ever.
Yennefer gasped and squealed as Ciri gorged herself on the taste, stuffed herself with all the juices of Yennefer’s cunt, her finger thrusting in and out of Yennefer’s asshole, anally satisfying her and trying to meet the tongue inside Yennefer’s sex.
“Coming!” Yennefer shrieked, her anus flexing violently on Ciri’s pistoning finger, her pussy sucking at Ciri’s tongue. She rocked between the two penetrations so hard she would’ve fallen off Ciri’s body if Ciri didn’t hold her in place with her free hand. “Eat me, Ciri! Finger my asshole! It’s so hot—both my holes are so hot! Nngg! I’m commmiinnggggg!”
Yennefer moaned and shook in the throes of an endless orgasm, delivering her pussy to Ciri’s mouth over and over again. Ciri eagerly kept tasting her until the spasms had completely worked their way out of Yennefer’s sinful body.
Yennefer came to a rest, her cunt still snug on Ciri’s lips in something like a soulful kiss. Ciri’s misgivings reawakened and she began pulling her finger from Yennefer’s anus.
“No!” Yennefer cried. “No need for that. Just because it’s your turn now doesn’t mean that mine has to stop. Remember last time?”
She turned around on Ciri until she was lying on top of her, her cunt still kissing Ciri’s mouth, but now when she laid down her full breasts flattened on Ciri’s stomach. Ciri felt Yennefer part her thighs, then her lips glued themselves to Ciri’s sex the same way Ciri was mouthing Yennefer.
Ciri found no trouble in both pumping her finger into Yennefer’s asshole as well as licking and kissing Yennefer’s cunt. In fact, doing both well-met her growing desire. It distracted her from the overwhelming pleasure as Yennefer eagerly devoured Ciri’s womanhood. Until finally, the inevitable happened.
“We’ve got to stop,” Yennefer said minutes later, her face now bright crimson. “We must—attend to your lessons.”
“Now?” Ciri pouted. “I thought I was just getting the hang of this…”
“Hang? You seem to know as much as I do now. I haven’t come that hard since Triss and I… well, in a while.”
“You’re kidding!” Ciri exclaimed. “You and Triss? I’d like to see that!”
“And a voyeur too now. You’re certainly ahead of the class!” Yennefer laughed.
Ciri grinned sheepishly. “I suppose I’ve always had rather… decadent tastes. Being with you has helped me admit them. It’s much more fun to be honest than to pretend to be someone I’m not.”
“It certainly is!” Yennefer exhaled heavily. “Whoever marries you is in for a pleasant surprise, my darling.”
“You think? I mean, you don’t think anyone suspects, do you? Do you think I look guilty?”
Yennefer laughed once more. “It’s not something that shows, sweet one. Except for how happy you look, and people rarely realize a lady can enjoy sex that much.”
“Even I didn’t know,” Ciri mused thoughtfully.
“Now you do. The trick is not to let on—not at times and places not of your choosing. That’s a wanton’s department, and you are a lady, not that.” Yennefer could see the question in Ciri’s eyes. “You only fuck like one. You don’t think like one.”
Ciri was wide-eyed and red-faced. “Good lord.”
“Come. We must continue your education. Fun and games are all well and good, but real power requires more than a wet cunny.” Gesturing, Yennefer returned her clothes to her body. “Although you’d be surprised how good your cunny feels, once you have some real power.”
