The Witcher: Ciri’s First Hunt
Story by: Sinbad
Artwork by: The Original Badgerhttps://discord.gg/ywU4FcA
The Witcheress Cirilla strolled down the docks of Novigrad, eager to slay a beast that had been killing the dock hands, as well as complete her first contract by herself. Tracking it down using the skills that Geralt had taught her before his retirement, she kneeled down before a crowd of horny dock hands wearing only loincloths. Ignoring the jeers and taunts that fell upon her lithe body, the warrior examined the tracks, sludge and odor to determine that the beast preying upon Novigrad’s citizens was a Katakan. Applying vampire oil to her silver sword, Ciri kept following the tracks to an old, decrepit building that was nearly collapsing into the bay.
Entering the tarnished home though it’s squeaky door, she drew her sword out of a practiced reflex and held it aloft, the moonlight reflecting off of the wickedly sharp blade. Creeping along, she heard raspy breath coming from and wrinkled her straight nose at the horrible odor emanating from upstairs. Climbing a set of battered, broken stairs, Ciri pressed her thin, fit body against a door frame and peeked around the corner, catching a glimpse of the grey-skinned vampire inside. Seeing the monster’s latest victim crumpled up close by, the witcheress cocked her sword hand forward and rushed in fool-hardily.
The ancient vampire heard her nearly silent footsteps the moment she had entered his lair and had already taken the necessary pre-cautions against his attractive assailant. Pulling a lever close by as soon as Ciri let out her battle cry, he watched with glee as a log swung from the low ceiling and caught her in the chest, nearly breaking a rib in the process. Cackling as the white-haired maiden cried out and cupped her chest, the Katakan moved in close and swiped with his long-blades claws, nearly cutting her open as she recovered. Jumping backwards, the vampire screeched and lashed out again, this time landing a blow that ripped Ciri’s white shirt open above her brown corset, leaving her in her grey bra alone.
Ciri gasped as her modesty was nearly taken from her by a nameless beast and responded by swinging her sword with lightning speed. Landing a series of fast strikes, the witcheress giggled as hot red blood sprayed from the slash wounds covering the beast’s body. Feeling a retaliatory blow coming, Ciri flashed away to a dark corner of the room, unintendedly illuminating the dark corner with a blinding green light that burst through the covered window and onto the street below. Re-appearing behind the vampire, Ciri’s oiled blade sang as it sliced through the air and landed directly on the beast’s neck, slicing through its vertebra with astounding ease! Standing victoriously over her kill, the Witcheress bowed mockingly over her first completed contract and removed Geralt’s trophy dagger from its sheathe. Freeing the Katakan’s head, she hefted the odd trophy aloft and turned to leave when a gleeful witch hunter appeared before her.
Scoffing at the buffoon in front of her, Ciri raised her sword up towards the hunter’s face and threatened to take an eye if he didn’t leave. The hunter, obviously nervous changed his expression to one of smugness and dove down, catching sight of a second Katakan hiding in the rafters above! Ciri felt confused as the usually bold magic-hater dropped to his belly with hands over his shaved head, blissfully unaware of further danger behind her. Sniffing the air, the foolish witcheress spun on her tall boot heel and raised her sword up even higher, unfortunately taking a full set of Vampire claws to her leather corset!
Crying out and ripping off her tattered shirt and chest piece, the nearly topless warrior engaged the dead Katakan’s mate in brutal combat, flashing away whenever a strike got close and re-appearing behind the blood sucker after avoiding the attack. Her moves were not perfect however, with her skin-tight pants and boots taking several hits that reduced them to mere tattered covering her athletic legs. Rolling forwards and under the monster, Ciri stabbed upwards and sunk her sword into the beast’s gut, getting a cry of pain from the vampire as payment. Her glee was short-lived however, as soon after her strike the beast stomped down on her face, leaving her beautiful visage bruised. Ciri, feeling both tired and annoyed cried out with a war scream and charged, burying Zir’rial deep into the mess of bone and horns that served as the beast’s face. Feeling completely exhausted as her contract’s mate fell dead, she dropped her sword and fell to her knees.
As the witcheress gasped and wheezed from her many bruises and cracked bones, the hunter slowly arose and grinned at his good favor. Feeling his thick member grow hard, he approached the nearly beaten warrior woman removed his massive sword from it’s sheathe. The Ashen head shook as she coughed loudly, blood coming from her lips as she fell over onto her tits. Clucking his tongue with an annoying loudness, the hunter kicked the wheezing woman over onto her back and held the tip of his blade to her throat. Mockingly telling her that he wouldn’t take her eye, he sung his heavy blade back and cried “I’ll take your whole head!” Just as the words left his lips the blade sunk through his victim’s neck and out the other side, neatly separating both parts of her lovely remains.
Standing proudly atop her shocked face, he grabbed her ashen hair and lifted her face towards his own. Before acting on his sudden, violent urges, the hunter glanced at the remarkably untouched skin of his kill and placed her pretty features on a chair within the room. Dragging her body towards a post by the wall with a torch burning at head height, he ripped the burning stick off and tossed it by the stair’s landing, illuminating the dim room with a brilliant orange light. Grabbing a wide bar with 2 hoops on either end, he saw that her fit body was still clothed. Taking the bloody knife she had beheaded her first vampire with, the hunter made quick work of her shredded pants and boots. Finally relishing in her fully exposed body, the hunter quickly forced her legs apart and locked her bare ankles inside.
Lifting the light corpse of the Witcher up, he tossed her thin remains atop the iron torch scone and slid her unto the open loop. Pleased with the suspended body, He finally turned his gaze back to Ciri’s then relaxed face. Scooping up her scarred head, he opened her eyes wide and gazed into the deep green irises the lady possessed. Pleased with the uncommon hue, he shrugged and flipped her head in his hands, grinning at the blood still flowing from her arteries. Feeling his cock become fully erect, the hunter cackled darkly and freed his dick. Looking at both her head and coprse, the vile hunter grasped his sword once again and stabbed down swiftly, impaling her pussy with his sharp blade.
Turning his gaze back to his other “sword”, he flipped her head downwards and finally pressed his aching dick towards her pinched throat. Trying and failing to open her neck hole with his broad dick, he then scooped up some forgotten vampire drool from the floor and covered his member with the impromptu lube. Prying open the unlikely fuck hole, he brought forth his mighty member and pressed into the bloody hole once again, this time managing to stick his dick her bulging neck.
Gasping as the brand-new sensation ran from his dick to his brain, the hunter grabbed Ciri’s loose bangs and pulled her head upwards on his dick. Finding a sudden urge to laugh undeniable, the shaved hunter reared back his own head and let loose a deep and evil laugh. Wrapping his large hands around her narrow head, he pressed even further into her exposed windpipe. Struggling to fit more of the lovely lady’s severed head onto his member, the hunter finally stopped to bask in self-appreciation as the smoothly cut throat finally rested atop his full balls while his broad dick-tip appeared from behind her soft lips!
Unbelievably happy with the head fully impaled upon his cock, the hunter slid his impromptu sex-toy along his dick, his thick tip breaching her lips fully with every thrust. Feeling the Witcher’s magical blood slashing out of her cut neck, the hunter ignored the oddly hot blood dripping down his balls and kept ramming into her tight throat. Shoving her even harder against his crotch, the hunter felt his testicles heave in their pouch and pulse! He had failed to fully pop out of her mouth as the cum shot from his dick and was caught on her bottom lip.
The hunter was far from finished with his orgasm however. Pressing hard against her face, he successfully breached her mouth and fired off another 3 streaks of his seed. 2 flew from the tip of his dick and directly landed atop Ciri’s own sword while the third hung from his pulsing dick-tip. Pleased with his domination of the magic-user, the hunter finally slid his cum-coated dick from her bloody neck hole. Finally, too dumbstruck to think, the mindless hunter returned to the hunter’s barracks and stepped inside, ignoring questions about the large sack covering his studded back. Rushing upstairs, he entered Menge’s office and opened the sack. Ripping out Ciri’s cum-coated head, the nameless thug took the hefty sack of gold from his boss and spun around, leaving Menge alone with Ciri.
The dedicated hunter opened up the rest of the sack and gazed in wonder at the headless body with a longsword running through her athletic form. Sliding the Gnomish blade from its fleshy sheathe, the head hunter of the Eternal Fire deemed her butchered cunt too damaged for himself. Dragging the nude corpse out to the balcony, he ordered his men to look up at him and threw down her remains atop a wooden table. Telling the swirling crowd that she was theirs to do with as they pleased, the depraved man went back inside and hefted her head. Setting the sticky Witcheress’s messy face atop a short spit, he got on top of her and pushed down, eagerly waiting to see the wooden pillar jutting from her mouth. When it finally did, Menges cackled with glee and looked over the first piece of his collection. Right beside her stunned face were 2 more plaques, already titled. Removing Yennefer’s empty piece and then Trish’s, he swiftly tossed both back on the wall and headed back outside. Rallying his troops, Caleb Menge ordered them to ride hard and find the 2 sorceresses’. Hopping on the wagon, Menge shimmered and spun as his bones shrank down to their half-sized shape. Dudu, pleased with the oncome cracked the whip and ordered his troops forwards. After all, they had another which to collect.