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Yennefer had been noticing a change in Ciri as she spent time on the other plane. The woman had grown more affectionate, constantly cuddling and making advances on Yennefer, who resisted them for a time. One day, while they bathed in an inn, the exhausted mage would let Ciri have her way with her. Ciri's touch was gentle as she eased and caressed Yennefer, their lips pressing together as they kissed. Ciri's kissing would move lower and lower, Yennefer letting out a timid moan as a tongue began to stimulate her vulva. The ashen-haired woman parted the mage's labia, licking Yennefer, who could not hide her pleasure as her moaning grew louder. Despite enjoying this special treatment from Ciri, Yennefer stopped her, the mage desiring to climax together.

They exited the tub, drying off before rejoining on the bed. Yennefer noticed a familiar substance as Ciri took a swig from a vial. The naughty woman had brought along some of Elliandri's concoction. Yen laid herself on the bed, preparing for Ciri, who now had a sizable member between her legs. Ciri began to mount Yennefer, her stiff phallus pressing against the mage's backside. Yennefer trembled as Ciri eased her erection into her womanhood, pushing her rod until not an inch was visible. Ciri began to thrust, swinging her hips in a steady rhythm, Yennefer noticing a familiarity with the woman's style. Ciri, whether she realized it or not, moved in a manner not too dissimilar to her mentor. Yennefer gasped as the shaft buried itself deep within her, Ciri's thrusts stimulating the mage, pleasuring her in an all too familiar way. The thrusting began to accelerate, Ciri audibly panting as she drove her hips harder into Yen's, who cried out, desperate for the girl to bring her to orgasm. Ciri granted Yennefer that release, the pair trembling as the warm fluid spurt from Ciri's penis. Yen's vulva clenched the pulsating shaft as she breathed satisfied sighs of relief.

Ciri pulled out, her seed flowing from Yennefer's nether regions as the mage rolled onto her back, facing her lover. Yen noticed that Ciri's shaft remained erect, the pale-haired woman looking into her eyes, eager for another round. The raven-haired mage acquiesced as Ciri reinserted herself, Yennefer's approval made unmistakable by the emphatic outburst of pleasured moaning. Ciri showed no mercy as she plowed her hips into Yen's, her balls slapping the mage's hindquarters as each thrust made an erotic wet "Plapp." Yennefer's moans became cries of passion as Ciri thrust, the mage nearly calling out Geralt's name as the ashen-haired woman made similarly passionate love. Ciri's muscles tensed, her penis throbbing as sperm filled Yen's womanhood, still thrusting her hips, stimulating her lover ceaselessly. Yennefer's hips bucked as she reached her climax, her body convulsing as Ciri pulled out, squirting onto bedsheets, exhaling in ecstasy. Ciri collapsed on top of the shivering mess that was Yennefer, the pair gently embracing, snuggling one another as they drifted off into slumber. It appeared that Ciri took after her mentor in more than one way. The two of them would have to go at it again sometime.