Post witcher 3
Location: Avallac'h's lab
"Avallac'h," Ciri called out.
"Zireael," Avallac'h said. "You're drunk."
"Where's the bitch? She's supposed to be here, isn't she?" She asked. Swaying, she fell to the floor before being carried to bed by Avallac'h.
...
"Zireael. How do you feel?" Avallac'h asked.
She groaned, her head pounding from the alcohol.
"Avallac'h. I came here to ask a question," Ciri said. She froze and realised she was lying in bed. "Is this... the bed where you fucked her?" She shook with rage. "How dare you?!"
Ciri teleported with the bed. A moment later she reappeared, soaking wet and sans bed.
"What've you done?" Avallac'h asked, horrified.
"I disposed of your bed. It sits at the bottom of the sea now, with the fishes," Ciri said.
Avallac'h quickly recovered from his shock. He decided not to press the matter. "You... you're wet. Come, let me warm you," Avallac'h said. "If you don't warm yourself, you'll risk hypothermia."
"As if you care," Ciri said, sniffing. She reluctantly stood still in front of him. Avallac'h moved his hands over her body, warming and drying her with a spell.
"Ahem." Avallac'h cleared his throat. Ciri had crossed her arms over her chest. So she uncrossed it and let Avallac'h move his warming hands over her chest and down her thighs and legs.
Her face warmed due to entirely different reasons. "Alright, all done now." He straightened himself up. "You came here seeking for answers to your questions," Avallac'h stated.
"Of course," Ciri said.
"First of all, the she elf you're referring to is not here. I am no longer in a relationship with her," Avallac'h said.
"Why?" Ciri said. "You got bored of her?"
"If you could refrain from comment," Avallac'h said.
"Wait, why are you still here? Shouldn't you be back in Tir ná Lia?" Ciri asked.
"I knew you'd come searching for me here," Avallac'h said.
"Hmm. Part of being a Knowing One," Ciri said. "I have another question. Since Caranthir, Imlerith, Eredin, not to mention Auberon are all dead, I wonder if and how you're still going to go ahead with the blood debt repayment. Besides, I already defeated the White Frost."
"That is... entirely up to you," Avallac'h said.
"So I get to choose between you and Ge'els. Or... is an Aen Seidhe elf also able to do the job?" Ciri asked.
"Most Aen Seidhe elves are mixed with human," he said.
"Likewise, most humans are mixed with elf. I don't want a repeat of what went on with Auberon," Ciri said.
"You seem eager to repay this blood debt," he said.
"I... well." Ciri turned her back towards him. "I have been... unable to find a mate. I would like to repay the blood debt once and for all. In return, I would like to take a lover."
She turned to look at Avallac'h. His face was unreadable, lost in thought.
Finally, he said, "I would like some time to deliberate further on the next course of action. For now you may stay here in this lab with me. You may come and go as you wish."
...
Ciri was unable to sleep. What would Geralt think if he knew what she was doing? But Geralt had no such problems like she did, she always heard of his exploits. Ciri had personally seen and heard Yennefer with Geralt... those thoughts sent a tingling in her nether regions. If she was on her own, it would be time for her to masturbate. Unfortunately, she was not on her own.
She was on the floor of Avallac'h's lab, wrapped in a fur sleeping bag of sorts. This reminded her of the time they were on the run from the Wild Hunt.
"I'm sorry. About your bed," Ciri said.
"You take offense at anything that remained of the she elf," Avallac'h said. "You're jealous."
Ciri's cheeks burned. "Yes," she said. "For a Knowing One... You should've known that earlier."
"Perhaps... it would be not such a bad idea," he said, stretching a hand out to touch her cheek.
She was jealous. Avallac'h found it pleasing to know that. He felt the way she heated beneath his touch and also found that pleasant indeed. She desired to be touched by a mate and was already physically ready. Avallac'h could smell the musk of her feminine flower and it was very heady indeed.
"Zireael, let down your hair," he instructed.
She always kept her hair up in a bun but Lara always let her hair down. Avallac'h wanted to see for himself how similar they were.
Ciri sat up and loosened her hair, letting it fall on her shoulder. She lay back down, covering herself up to her face until all that was showing was her eyes and hair.
And there it was. He could fool himself it was Lara, build his lust and desire for her body and end with its consummation. Avallac'h lost himself in his fantasy.
Ciri had never seen Avallac'h as passionate as this. He kissed her with abandon and then their clothes started to come off. He made her tremble, made her sigh. And when he mounted her, he finally achieved what the Alder King could not.
...
They lay there afterwards in each other's arms. She had welcomed him willingly, eagerly, without restraint. Avallac'h had admittedly enjoyed it. Lara had been nothing more than polite towards him when he wooed her.
"Avallac'h," Ciri said. "Does this mean that we are lovers now? Since you are to be the father of my child."
"Was that sufficiently pleasant enough for you?" Avallac'h said, avoiding her question.
"Hmm," she said, giving a noncommittal reply.
...
By morning, Ciri was gone. Avallac'h waited the whole day, and it wasn't until the following morning that she returned, weary and stinking of blood.
"Contract not too far from here. Just some drowners and a water hag," Ciri said. "Can I get a bath?"
Avallac'h set up her bath while Ciri stripped. He stared as she nonchalantly threw her clothes to the floor and stood completely nude.
"What? You've already seen me naked... and more," Ciri said.