Into Beauclair
Ciri could not sleep that night, her mind racing and replaying that moment with Syanna over and over, the way her eyes rolled to to the back of her head as she orgasmed, screaming into Ciri’s hand. Ciri was too tired to wash her shirt from where she wiped the fingers she used on Syanna; she could still feel her encrusted fluids as she rubbed her fingers over the shirt, trying to place herself back in that moment.
She tossed and turned and wondered if Syanna was remembering too; if her defense mechanisms could have been penetrated by Ciri’s genuine attraction and curiosity. If she felt anything at all. Geralt had told Ciri afterwards that he once rejected Syanna’s proposal for casual sex on the basis of her not feeling anything or caring at all; Geralt was such a softie in this regard, but now Ciri was wondering if she was soft too. As much as Ciri did need release, and as much as she was confused and annoyed by Syanna’s arrogance and apathy, she could not bury how deeply intrigued she was and how on some level she was sure that they could relate to one another.
After a restless night, Ciri rose again the next morning to see Yennefer, Triss, and Philippa preparing breakfast and playing with the children. Geralt was preparing to do the weekly shopping, which now required him to hitch a cart to poor Roach, who now had to supply Corvo Bianco’s many, many residents. BB always insisted that the servants could do the shopping, but Ciri knew that Geralt loved his shopping time to get away and interact with the locals, patronizing the small farms and local businesses. Ciri opted to go with Geralt, needing to get away and ask him more questions about Syanna’s troubled past.
Ciri saddled her mare up with extra big saddle bags to help offset the load from Roach, and they rode side by side into Beauclair. Ciri loved riding through Toussaint, literally the most beautiful land she had ever seen in all her years and worlds and times. As they leisurely trotted along the country roads into the city, Ciri inhaled deep and just marveled at the wonders of the landscape around her. The great mountains on one side, snowcapped peaks showing just above the most fluffy and pillowy clouds, dipping down into lush meadows and tall trees. On the other side, the lake with crystal clear waters and people fishing, swimming, and feeling the simple joy of being alive in a place like Toussaint. As they got closer to the city, Ciri didn’t even mind watching the perfect rustic landscape slip away into the grand palatial mountains instead. As they rode into the market, all bowed before Geralt, the famed and respected Slayer of the Beast of Beauclair, a name that garnered respect from every citizen of the duchy and allowed Geralt to get hefty discounts on all goods, but Geralt always made sure to leave hefty tips in return. Locals would pile and pile their goods into his cart and Ciri’s saddle bags, honored to have the duchy’s most famous hero eating their crops. Geralt dismounted to hand out coin to every person coming up to his cart; Ciri could see why he loved this, for never had a witcher been so loved or so respected for both his deed of slaying the monster, but also the chivalric virtue of generosity. It was beautiful to witness, as Ciri herself dismounted to thank the lovely locals who were putting items into her saddle bag as well, offering coin and blushing at compliments of her beauty and resemblance to her father. Once they completed their loop around the marketplace and the cart and saddlebags were essentially overflowing, they parked their horses and made their way on foot to the armory, where Geralt regularly went to have his armor repaired and to look at the stock of gorgeous, master crafted weapons. Though he rarely took contracts anymore, Ciri saw him becoming more and more of a collector, fitting into his role as lord of a manor now, taking pride in displaying beautiful weapons. But Geralt never admitted this, since he always said that these were ‘for work and work only; vanity and materialism do not befit a witcher’ which always made Ciri laugh in his face as he cracked a smile.
On their way, they walked past the florist, where Ciri thought she glimpsed a familiar jet black head of hair and tight leather outfit, faced away from her, browsing among the orchids. Ciri felt her heart drop to the floor as she froze, trying to will the other woman to turn towards her. But the woman proceeded into the shop, and Ciri still could not move. Geralt, noticing Ciri had stopped walking, turned back and watched her gazing into the flower shop.
‘What are you doing? Just go in after her! Meet me back at the armory I will wait for you there. Gods know I could spend forever in there. Go’ Geralt said as he pushed her into the doorway of the shop.
Ciri pushed back against him and cursed at him as he threw her into the shop, forcing her to stumble across the threshold as she cussed him out and took note to beat him later. The tussle at the doorway caused all heads in the shop to turn towards Ciri, which prompted her to sweat and turn a bright, bright shade of tomato red. The woman with jet black hair looked right at her and laughed, that signature throaty laugh that had made Ciri blush so much the first time.
‘Did you really not want to see me, Ciri? To the point where your father had to force you in here?’ Syanna said as she strode towards Ciri, embracing the woman and whispering in her ear, ‘Have you been thinking about me?’
Ciri embraced her back, hesitantly, not sure where to place her hands. She couldn’t bring herself to answer Syanna truthfully, especially since she was scared that Syanna was teasing her and playing with her.
‘What are you doing out on your own? I don’t see your handlers.’
‘Ouch, Ciri. I am my own woman.’
‘NO that’s not what I meant I’m sorry I just thought—‘
‘Can you relax? It’s okay haha my liberties have been expanded to wander and buy from the local shops in Beauclair. Looks good for the duchy and lets me stretch my legs a little. How have you been? You look good, though a touch flustered.’
‘Oh I am fine. It’s a nice break being here, getting away from my thoughts when I am by myself.’
‘Mmm that I can understand. What’s say you and I get away? I know a little spot and I can get some food from the palace.’
‘Oh but Geralt is waiting for me and I shouldn’t keep him waiting—‘
‘Don’t do that, Ciri. You and I both know that Geralt is more than happy to leave you be. What’s the real reason you don’t want to be with me this afternoon?’
‘I… I’ Ciri was stammering, trying to not divulge all of the thoughts swirling around her head, all of the times she was remembering and thinking about Syanna and their quick moment of heat and passion and lust, ‘It’s not that I don’t want to ‘be’ with you… I just am hesitant because I can’t get a read on you.’
‘Ah so you think I am going to just take advantage of you since I am evil and not trustworthy. I understand’ Syanna said as she quickly paid for her flowers and walked out of the shop.
Ciri ran after her and grabbed her shoulder, ‘No no please wait that’s not what I mean. Please, Syanna. I… I just really am so intrigued by you and I have not felt this way in a long time and I am just scared of getting hurt. And I heard from Geralt that you don’t take your trysts seriously, but I do, and I can’t stop thinking about you and your lips and your everything UGH but I am scared and I don’t want to get hurt, so letting someone in would just throw everything off and I wouldn’t be safe anymore.’
Syanna turned around and cupped Ciri’s face with her free hand, gently pulling Ciri’s lips onto hers, kissing her sweetly and tenderly. She pulled away and hovered her lips above Ciri’s as she purred ‘Do you think that I am above loneliness? Insecurity? Fear? I know these things too, Ciri, but I sensed something different about you. You know my pain and you have the scars to show for it. But I can’t force you to trust me.’
‘Well can we start with a picnic then?’ Ciri giggled as she wiped a tear away from her face. Syanna laughed and grabbed her hand, leading Ciri back to the palace. On the way, they passed the armory and Ciri quickly ducked inside to let Geralt know where she was going. Geralt gave her a thumbs up and quickly returned to examining the swords that the master was presenting for him.
Ciri ran outside to rejoin Syanna, bravely reaching out to hold her hand, which made Syanna giggle as they walked to the palace. Talking about the weather, the beauty of Toussaint, and the fresh air, all things they never had when they were growing up as children on the run, fighting for their lives for as long as they could both remember. Ciri could not remember the last time she felt these butterflies, walking hand in hand with a woman, giggling and burying her face into Syanna’s shoulder. It was all new, and even Syanna was awkward at times, trying to hold Ciri’s hand and her flowers and turn around to kiss Ciri every few steps had made her hard exterior crack enough to make Ciri smile and laugh.
When they finally reached the palace and found their way into the kitchen, Syanna passed her flowers off to a servant and got a basket from the shelves. ‘Grab whatever you want and I will go get some wine.’
Ciri looked at the gigantic kitchen with eyes as large as dinner plates. She immediately grabbed all of her favorites, roast chicken, ham sandwiches, 4 kinds of cheeses, sourdough bread, grapes, pears, apples, and lots and lots of roast potatoes. She tried to neatly pack everything into the basket that Syanna had grabbed, but even the hefty basket could barely hold all of the nourishment that Ciri needed. When Syanna came back holding two bottles of wine, she laughed at Ciri trying to force all of the food into the basket.
Coming up behind her, wrapping her free arm around her waist, kissing her neck, she whispered ‘How about two baskets then?’
Ciri blushed and went to go grab another while Syanna chuckled and started taking out some of the food, ensuring the grapes did not get squished and that the pears were soft and that hot food was hot and the cold food was cold. Separating the food by temperature and packing the baskets this way, Ciri was satisfied and Syanna grabbed her hand again as they made their way out.
They walked along a path leading away from the palace for some time, walking out of the palace and city, into a grassy hill overlooking Beauclair. Ciri assumed this was the absolute limit of Syanna’s freedom, and she could tell that Syanna came out here regularly to get as far away as she could to be alone.
The grass was so soft that they didn’t need to pack a blanket, and they opened the baskets and tore into the food, both of them so used to eating on the ground outside, giving no mind to manners as they ate. They talked with their mouths full, fed each other, laughed, drank wine, and ate until they were positively stuffed. Then they both fell onto their backs and looked up at the crystal blue sky, puffy clouds, and the occasional bird that would fly overhead. The nearby trees were making music in their leaves and branches as little breezes would flow through and keep a perfect ambient temperature for the already perfect Toussaint.
Ciri got up on her elbow and looked down at Syanna, who was looking up at Ciri with a gentle, sweet expression that she had not seen while they were in public or at Corvo Bianco. Syanna reached up to touch Ciri’s face and bring her into a kiss.
‘I am sorry that the last opportunity we had to be together alone was so rushed… I know that I did not get the chance to pleasure you, dear Ciri.’
‘No that’s fine I loved watching you and I craved you.’
‘Well I shall return the admiration, lest you feel like I do not feel the same way you do,’ Syanna said as she gently pushed Ciri onto her back, kissing her deeply and slowly removing her own clothing and then Ciri’s, kissing her all over as she removed each piece of clothing. Syanna was not kidding, Ciri thought, she really does want to take her time, as she giggled as she felt Syanna’s tongue slowly circling around her navel and slowly licking up to her breasts. Ciri was melting to her touch, her back arching as her pleasure was swelling with every lick, feeling light beads of sweat forming on her back as Syanna teased her and slowly reached a hand down to play with Ciri’s pussy.
‘Oh Ciri…’ Syanna said as she felt Ciri’s fluids coursing out from her pleasure, ‘Gods you are amazing.’
Syanna was not slow in what happened next; immediately she pushed her head down between Ciri’s legs, sucking and licking up all of the juice leaking from the young witcher, gently pushing her lips apart to slide a finger inside while she continued to lick and drink from Ciri’s oasis. Ciri was moaning and running her hands along Syanna’s backside, feeling the bumps of scars and indents of burns, eventually finding Syanna’s pussy which was equally wet, inserting a finger and watching Syanna’s body shake as Ciri gently but forcefully massaged her insides, repeating the same patterns that had made Syanna’s eyes roll back uncontrollably the last time. Both of their pleasures were mounting and Ciri couldn’t take it anymore. She pulled Syanna’s face up so that she could keep kissing her as she orgasmed; she wanted to feel Syanna’s lips on hers as she rode out her pleasure. Syanna kept fingering her and Ciri kept doing the same, both of them starting to orgasm into each other’s hands, feeling their tongues massage each others and feeling the wetness squirting onto their hands. It was lucky that both of them could squirt, and smart of them to not be on a blanket that could get stained. Instead, they both moaned and sighed and kissed as they watered the grass beneath them, both of them gushing at the same time as they tenderly and slowly kept kissing. They were both well versed in multitasking as they kept their fingers moving adeptly as they both climaxed, Ciri going even faster, challenging Syanna to cum again. Syanna immediately responded by squirting a second time and picking up the pace to force Ciri to do the same. This time Ciri could not hold on and she had to break away from Syanna’s lips to let out a scream, which made Syanna giggle with pride. Even after they both came another time, and another after that, withdrawing their fingers, they never stopped kissing, and continued to make love with just their mouths on each others for the next hour until finally Ciri’s face was numb and she had to stop so she could look at the mysterious and amazing woman in front of her.
‘How is it that we both came to end up here in Toussaint, the most beautiful place on Earth, but didn’t know any semblance of happiness until we found each other?’ Ciri asked, daring to admit how Syanna made her feel.
Syanna kissed Ciri’s forehead and replied ‘I think it’s just a sign… being around family and pursuing love will eventually put us on the right path,’ as she turned bright red. ‘I— I don’t mean I love you, but I mean I wanted to pursue you and… and you make me feel happy too.’
Ciri laughed and climbed on top of Syanna and tickled her, kissing the soft skin of her neck, gently nibbling on her scars and enjoying the warmth of the sun on her naked back. This is heaven, Ciri thought, this is absolute heaven.
Before they knew it, the sun started to set, and the two of them put their clothes on as it started to get cooler. Syanna had a curfew that she also had to adhere to, a strict sundown, otherwise she would not be let out again for another month. So they packed up their belongings and held hands again as they walked back to the palace.
‘I’m sorry I can’t escort you home, dear Ciri, but I’m sure you understand,’ Syanna said, kissing her lover on the lips before ducking into the back entrance of the palace.
Ciri nodded and watched Syanna disappear into the castle, and started walking back to find her horse. Mounting up again to go home, Ciri slowly wove her way out of the city and found herself in the free open air of the Toussaint countryside once more, basking in her happiness and the beauty of her surroundings. The sun had disappeared behind the mountains and the night sky started to light up with stars and the moon; the crickets started chirping and she could hear villagers bringing out their music to dance and sing and drink. To Ciri, it seemed that being merry was just as important as any of Toussaint’s other chivalric virtues, and for once she could understand why.
When she finally arrived home, she put the contents of her saddlebags in the kitchen, put her horse to rest, and finally was able to have a good night of sleep with blissful dreams and pleasurable memories to help her get some much needed rest.