Corvo Bianco
Ciri woke up to penetrating sunlight dancing on the wooden beams holding up the ceiling. Her room at her father’s giant estate at Corvo Bianco was fine, beautiful and well furnished, but it was altogether too pretty; her bed was too soft, the room was too big, there were dresses in her closet, a room befitting the empress lifestyle she had left behind when she opted to pursue life on The Path instead of take over after Emhyr. Instead, she preferred to sleep on the hay bales in Roach’s stable, underneath the big window that overlooked the rolling hills of Toussaint, most noticeably the sprawling vineyard next to Corvo Bianco that belonged to her older sister, Triss, and her wife, Philippa.
Ciri loved coming home to a big family; Yennefer and Triss had produced huge families and everyone was getting on so nicely that Ciri almost felt out of place now, so rough around the edges and undomesticated as her father, mother, and sister figures were building families and permanent homes and lives in just one place, no longer fighting, running, strategizing, hunting, or any of the things they had to do in their past lives to survive. But Ciri liked this; she would return to Touissant in the winters, when it was too cold and barren in the North, happy to come home to a warm estate with food and wine aplenty, but staying too long would have her swirling with doubts as to where she was supposed to belong in this big happy picture. Life on The Path felt right, and for the first time in her life she felt free, just roaming, sleeping under the stars, but it was now her fifth winter in Toussaint and she wondered if there was to be something else to keep her warm, not just the heat of Toussaint and all of the noises coming from the daily rituals of Yen, Triss, and Philippa, while Geralt looked after all the children.
Ciri was interrupted in her thoughts when she heard the sounds of a whole company of horses and carriages pulling into Corvo Bianco. Curious, she rushed outside, emerging from the barn in her thin linen shirt, opened well below her cleavage, light brown leather hunting pants, and dark fork-tail skin boots.
Ciri’s ears were correct; 20 horses, with officers dismounting, were standing in her father’s courtyard, with a huge, ornate, white and gold carriage pulled by six horses. Two women stepped out of the carriage, one with light brown hair, gold streaks shimmering in the sun, wearing a bedazzled gold crown and velvety green dress, and the other with black hair, fair skin, dressed in a tight black leather bodice and matching leather pants. Ciri was intrigued; as far as she knew her father never entertained, now being too busy with children and hyper-sexual wives and friends.
She followed from a distance as the company migrated into the house, no doubt joining the family for an early brunch. She darted into the back of the house, making her way into the main dining room from the kitchen so that she could properly observe the spectacle; she stood safely behind one of the full armor suits Geralt had on display.
‘Geralt, Geralt, how are you, old friend,’ the light brown haired one said as she embraced Geralt and marveled at the new artwork and weapons collections he had on display. She greeted the rest of the families, waiting until she had greeted everyone before continuing, ‘I apologize for the rather large company, but Geralt, you remember my sister, Syanna. This is her first time leaving the palace, and though I trust her wholeheartedly and we are closer than ever, I thought it would just put us all at ease if we could have some extra company.’
‘It is no bother at all; we shall dine outside then,’ Yennefer replied, signaling to Barnabas Basil to prepare the outdoor tables to seat the now huge party.
Ciri saw the black-haired woman roll her eyes, but smile weakly at what her sister had said. Complicated relationship it seems, Ciri thought as she examined Syanna, she had small scars on her cheeks and neck, and probably elsewhere, Ciri guessed.
While the food and tables were being set up, Yennefer nudged Geralt to show the party around his vast estate, which was in considerably better condition than when he first acquired the property; the grisly murders and financial ruin of the previous owners was now thoroughly erased from the restored Corvo Bianco. The Duchess, Ciri learned, Anna Henrietta, was thoroughly impressed and would hold her sister’s hand as they walked and they would whisper and laugh together occasionally. Other times, Ciri thought Syanna looked sad, or forlorn, longing in some capacity. Ciri made a note to press Geralt about what happened between the two sisters after they had left.
After a swift 30 minutes, the wonderfully adept majordomo found the party and informed them that brunch was ready. Barnabas Basil was an exceptional host and caretaker of the estate, and Ciri loved playing Gwent with him; during this meal she would probably steal a plate off the table and eat with him in the kitchen.
Geralt, Yen, Triss, Phil, Anna Henrietta, and Syanna all took seats at the end of the long table that was closest to the garden. Yen motioned to Ciri to join them, and Ciri panicked, knowing that now it would be almost impossible to sneak off to chat up her friend, away from the pleasantries. Ciri tried to pretend that she was running after the children, but even they came to the table when Yennefer gave them her signature stares; Ciri reluctantly followed and sunk into the seat next to her mother, putting her between Yen and Triss, directly across from Syanna.
Ciri felt awkward, and tried to smile stiffly when Yen introduced her to Annarietta, as she was sometimes called, and Syanna. Ciri could have sworn she saw the left corner of Syanna’s mouth turn up when they locked eyes, but Ciri quickly looked at the mountain of food in front of them and began attacking the enormous turkey roast in front of her, grabbing a leg with her left hand and a huge scoop of roasted potatoes with her right. Triss giggled as the rest of the table sat patiently as the servants set dainty salad plates down in front of each person, everyone jealously watching Ciri devour her food. Ciri ignored it all, showing Yennefer that she had made a mistake by forcing Ciri to join them at the table.
Syanna laughed and this made Ciri blush; Syanna’s laugh was so unique. Sharp and raspy, as if laughing was something she rarely did, despite all the giggling she seemed to do with her sister; Ciri guessed that much of that was forced, but this laugh was something else altogether. Ciri was frozen now, listening to Syanna laugh as Ciri’s cheeks turned bright red and she kept her head down into her food. Soon enough, everyone was laughing and started to dig in, even Yennefer chuckling while shaking her head and serving herself some potatoes.
When Syanna finally stopped laughing, Ciri looked up and smiled awkwardly, trying not to focus on her red cheeks as she tried to meet Syanna’s eyes, which she felt burning into her face. Syanna had an intensity about her, and when Ciri’s green eyes finally locked with Syanna’s deep brown eyes, Ciri blushed again as she cursed to herself. Syanna was studying her face, and just as Syanna was probably looking at Ciri’s scars, Ciri was looking at Syanna’s. Cliche as it was, the rest of the company faded into the background as these two just stared at each other. Ciri didn’t dare let her eyes wander down to the bursting cleavage being restrained by Syanna’s leather bodice, but Syanna had no such reservations, piercing her gaze through Ciri’s thin linen shirt, no doubt noting how hard her nipples were and how flushed her chest was becoming.
But the moment faded away again as Annarietta roped her sister into a conversation and Yen telepathically let Ciri know that she could go back to the stable now that she had made her appearance and sat at the table. Ciri thanked her mom and got up and left, cursing for looking so stupid and flush in front of Syanna.
She flopped back onto her hay bales and tossed her favorite rock up at the ceiling over and over, wondering about Syanna. What happened there? Why all the guards? Where did she get those scars? Ciri’s mind was spinning with theories, but she would have to wait until they were gone to ask Geralt.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Geralt popping his head in and saying, ‘Hey the ladies wanna go riding wanna come?’
Fuck, Ciri thought to herself, fuck fuck fuck fuck… She was rushing around getting a saddle on her white and brown spotted mare as Geralt spoke sweetly to Roach as they both got prepared to ride. Ciri also donned a tight leather hunting vest so that her nipples wouldn’t chafe as much while they galloped along. Once ready, they mounted and rode out to meet Annarietta and Syanna; the sorceresses had opted to stay home to tend to the children, but Ciri knew that they were dying for an excuse to steal away to their favorite section of the river and wash each other and play while their guests were entertained. Ciri envied how excited they were to be with each other, even Phil and Yen would giggle and hold hands sometimes while they both embraced their Triss.
Annarietta was on a beautiful white mare with silky braided hair and long lashes; Syanna was on an equally stunning black horse, with matching braids. They both changed outfits to stuffy royal riding clothes, the only difference being that Annarietta wore hers properly, while Syanna let her shirt go untucked and her buttons unbottoned, looking more like a rebellious son of a noble, donning all of the clothing of wealth and status, but wearing it with such little care.
Geralt hung back and indicated to Ciri that they should let the duchess and her sister ride in front. But Syanna wasted no time and took off, which forced Ciri’s mare to take off after the beautiful black stallion that Syanna was on. Oh gods, Ciri though, could this be anymore humiliating as she used Axii to help calm her horse to a manageable canter to catch up with Syanna. But Syanna was fast, and Ciri found herself soon telling her horse to speed up to catch up to the royal renegade. Ciri was panting as she clutched the rains and posted on her horse as the young mare flew beneath her, trying to catch up with the alluring stallion, no doubt. Syanna let her hair down, laughing as she looked back at Ciri trying to catch up.
Syanna made a sharp right turn, hooking behind a hill and Ciri struggled to make the sharp turn after her. She chased after Syanna, who was now riding into the trees, along the riverbank that led into Lac Celavy. Syanna disappeared as she rode through some trees, and Ciri got off her horse to see better the tracks that she had left behind. To her surprise, the tracks lead to the water, and Ciri was puzzled as she tried to look through the trees as to where this horse could have gone. Following the tracks and noting she was getting closer and closer to the water, she found the black stallion bending down to drink the water of the lake, and Syanna’s clothes strewn all over the shore of the lake.
Ciri’s breath left her lungs as she saw Syanna emerge from the lake, naked and wet, her pale skin puckering as a cool breeze swept through her hair. Ciri could see now the huge scars that were etched into Syanna’s body, pale strips or knurled skin that likely came from huge gashes all over her back and front; this time Ciri couldn’t help but stare. Syanna chuckled and said ‘Come join me; it’s not fair if I can’t stare back.’
‘I wasn’t—- I— I,’ Ciri was stammering, the words not coming out properly. Fuck FUCK she thought to herself as she hastily removed her clothing and jumped into the water, eager to submerge herself in the waters and not face Syanna’s teasing laughter anymore.
She emerged only after she had used up all of her breath, wishing she could have some Killer Whale potion to let her stay under the water even longer to live out her shame and awkwardness and embarrassment. She stared back at shore, watching Syanna giggle as she descended slowly into the water, Ciri squinting her eyes to watch the water level pass over Syanna’s legs, her navel, her breasts, and finally she submerged and swam up to Ciri.
‘Hi, Ciri,’ Syanna said, smiling genuinely with her eyes, which Ciri noted she did not do when greeting and talking with everyone back at Corvo Bianco.
‘Hi…’ Ciri said as she treaded water in front of Syanna. They were initially a meter apart, but Ciri could feel Syanna closing the distance with every passing second.
‘Nice scars,’ Syanna said, her eyes piercing Ciri’s.
‘You too.’
‘Ha thank you. It’s rare to meet someone like you.’
‘Likewise.’
Syanna seemed totally as ease as she grinned and approached Ciri, but Ciri felt her heart beating out of her chest and she was losing her breath fast as she tried to keep her head above water and maintain a distance from Syanna.
‘So where did you get yours?’ Ciri bravely managed to get out.
‘Hmm some knights and my father and some bad bad people,’ Syanna said nonchalantly, still smiling at Ciri, ‘What about you?’
‘Um monsters and battles and whatnot…’ Ciri said, trailing off as Syanna kept trying to move closer and closer.
Ciri had eventually run out of energy and tried to make her way back to shore, but this only made things worse as she felt sand in her feet, allowing her to stand in the water, and Syanna could stand even closer in front of her.
‘Why so flustered, Ciri? Have I done something?’ Syanna asked with the one corner of her lips upturned.
‘I just… I just… I am just curious about you,’ Ciri stuttered.
‘You see my pain, do you?’
‘Well I am not sure what I see, hence my curiosity.’
Ciri and Syanna were standing practically with their breasts touching, bobbing above the surface barely an inch apart.
‘I was born cursed by the Black Sun. And this led to me being treated badly and treating people badly in return. Hence the small army my sister brought to your house. Just in case I was feeling particularly… impulsive today.’
‘Ah. I see. Well I am glad you were able to find some restraint then,’ Ciri breathed as she felt Syanna’s nipples brush against hers, both of them now rock hard at the cold and the teasing stimulation.
‘Yes but you undoubtedly heard that everything is fine now according to my sister, so no need for any worry.’
‘You talk funny.’
‘How do you mean?’
‘I just mean that you deflect everything and act like it’s all a joke to you,’ Ciri breathed as she felt Syanna wrap an arm around Ciri’s waist, bringing their lips dangerously close together.
‘So what? Should I just sob in your arms, Lady Ciri?’ Syanna asked, smiling, rubbing her nose against Ciri’s while holding Cirilla close with both arms, no longer any water or air between their bodies.
‘I just wonder if you let anyone in,’ Ciri said, placing her arms on Syanna’s shoulders.
‘Have you anyone in mind?’
Ciri replied by pressing her lips against Syanna’s, before they heard the sound of Geralt and Annarietta’s horses. FUCK, Ciri quickly ducked under the water and swam away from Syanna, trying to get as far away from the cursed princess as she could before her father saw her.
Ciri, from underneath the water, could hear people talking above the surface, and she could see Syanna’s blurry legs leaving the lake. Ciri bobbed her head up to see Geralt turned away, facing the trees while Syanna got dressed and Annarietta was scolding her. Ciri figured it was safe to emerge once both the duchess and her sister were mounted on their horses once more. She saw them both leave before she got out to put her clothes on, hoping that Geralt had no idea what had happened.
‘I can’t read minds like your mom, but even I know when something is bothering you, Ciri,’ Geralt said after Ciri was clothed and mounted on her horse. They rode back together in silence, Ciri not wanting to say anything and Geralt not one to pry.
Ciri and Geralt returned to Corvo Bianco to see the duchess’s company preparing to leave. Ciri offered to take both horses to the stables so that Geralt could bid farewell to the duchess, but more so that she could avoid Syanna. Ciri put the horses away, removing their saddles, brushing them, giving them treats, lovingly stroking their coats and whispering sweet words of thanks for the rides today.
She turned around to see Syanna standing in the doorway, who said nothing as she walked right up to Ciri, kissing her forcefully, but not in an unwelcome way. Syanna grabbed Ciri’s ass with one hand and her hair with the other, letting it down to her shoulders while Ciri reached inside Syanna’s pants, forcing her hand inside her insanely tight leather pants. Syanna moaned and cursed as Ciri pressed two fingers inside her slit, barely sliding in and out, constricted by Syanna’s oppressive leather pants.
Syanna cursed some more and just pulled her pants down to her knees before Ciri pushed her onto a stack of hay bales and began pounding her pussy while biting her neck and moaning. Syanna was trying to undo Ciri’s pants frantically while Ciri felt her tightening around her fingers, driving Ciri wild as she slid three fingers in and felt Syanna start to squirt.
‘SYANNA WE ARE LATE LET’S GO,’ Annarietta screamed. Syanna was twitching, arching, screaming into Ciri’s hand that was pressing into her mouth as Ciri continued fingering her through her second orgasm before quickly withdrawing and pulling Syanna’s pants up again.
Ciri wiped her fingers on her shirt as Syanna put herself together again, both of them flush from pleasure and the rush of trying to stay hidden and silent while they ravaged each other. When they were both decent, Syanna gave her a quick peck on the forehead before they emerged and Syanna ran up to her sister, quickly ducking into their carriage as Ciri awkwardly waved to the company rolling out of the courtyard of Corvo Bianco.
When everyone had finally left, she could see Yennefer across from her, narrowing her eyes at her with suspicion, with Triss giggling next to her holding two of her young children.
‘Very smooth, Cirilla,’ Yennefer said telepathically.
‘Yenna don’t judge, Ciri is a grown woman,’ Triss replied telepathically while kissing Yennefer on the cheek.
Ciri grumbled at her telepathic mother and Triss as she retreated back into the stables as Triss put the kids down and started making out with Yennefer. They love to rub it in, Ciri thought as she slunk away, alone.