Untangling the Knot (Ciri x werewolf) (Excerpt - Examination)

NOTE - I wrote this excerpt a while back and decided to post it. I’ve also recently added this story idea to my author prompt list, if anyone is interested in supporting it and wants to see more.

Alayne smiled at the exhausted and nude witcheress as she got up onto her examination table. Ciri sighed and spread her legs open. The sorceress stepped up between the young woman’s lithe, toned legs, lowering a finger down. 

Ciri winced when the sorceress probed her pointer finger gently into Ciri’s sex. Noticing the wince, Alayne raised a brow. “Hmm…tender, yes?”

Ciri sighed. “Yes, you could say that.” 

“Hm, sore as well?”

“Somewhat, yes, “Ciri replied, looking away sheepishly. 

“I thought as much. Otherwise, you look no worse for wear.”

Without another word, the sorceress went to her cabinet of potions and retrieved a small green jar. Returning to Ciri and uncorking it, she dipped a finger in and smeared it along the outside of Ciri’s puffy pussy and then along the inside of it. Ciri cooed as she felt a numbing sensation in her nethers. 

Once finished, Alayne corked the jar and set it aside. “A healing salve,” she explained. “It should alleviate the soreness.”

Ciri nodded. After several moments of silence, the sorceress cocked her head at her. “Lord Bohemond is quite pleased with your work, madam Witcher. He observed this morn that the creature was far more passive and docile than he usually is during a full moon. And I must admit that I am equally impressed.”

Ciri blinked with surprise at this. “And…does Lord Bohemond know what I did to bring about this result?”

Alayne gave a wry, knowing smirk. “No. Only I am privy to that. Your secrets of the trade are safe with me.”

Ciri nodded with a sigh of relief. The ashen-haired young woman had indulged herself in a deeply-held fantasy to finally fuck a werewolf. Though the act had been done in a genuine attempt to cure him, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t do it for herself as well. 

“Might I ask you something, dear?” The older woman asked.

Ciri shrugged. “If you wish.”

“Did you enjoy the act of being mated by the werewolf?”

Ciri blushed bright red, and she could feel a stirring in her loins just from thinking about it again, her pink nipples beginning to harden. It had been the best sex she’d ever had, truth be told. But did she tell this other woman that? 

She decided to be at least somewhat truthful. She cared little what others thought anyway. 

“I did,” Ciri answered, levying a firm expression at the sorceress. So what if she considered her some manner of deviant? 

Instead, Alayne smiled widely. “I thought as much. Did you orgasm from the act?”

Ciri gulped. “Why do you ask?”

“Call it professional curiosity.”

Ciri crossed her arms. “I did,” Ciri admitted without shame. 

Alayne chewed her lip, the older brunette looking very engrossed in the answers provided. “Multiple times?”

“Mayhaps I did,” Ciri said softly, laying her proverbial cards on the table. 

Alayne smiled widely. “At times during a feeding, I’ve observed the creature’s penis emerging from his sheath. It is quite a large one. It’s impressive to think that a woman with your slender build accommodated the werewolf's full size so effortlessly.”

Ciri was blushing from the woman’s praise. “It was not effortless,” she said with an awkward laugh. “And I could not take the entire thing.”

Alayne smiled. “Thank you for your honesty.” She leaned forward conspiratorially, saying in low tones, “you have a beautiful body, madam Witcher. You should feel no shame in flaunting it, or using it. Nor is there any shame in finding enjoyment in your work. Especially when it produces tangible results.” 

The sorceress reached up and brushed one of her gloved thumbs over Ciri’s nipple. Ciri gulped. She had a preference for both men and women, but this was still very bold of the sorceress considering they hardly knew each other. 

“I…” Ciri was silent for several moments. “Thank you.” It was actually a relief to find someone else who understood her. Very few others would. 

The sorceress withdrew her hand from Ciri’s naked body. “Apologies. I got carried away. I have my preferences for the fairer sex, but I am a professional and should conduct myself as such.”

She went to her work table and retrieved several objects while Ciri watched her curiously. “That said, there is one other thing I can do for you.”

“Which is?”

The sorceress produced a small metal rod with some kind of tiny bulb or nozzle at the end. Turning back to Ciri, she said, “I am going to dilate your cervix. Then next time you encounter the creature, it should be even easier for you to take all of him.”

Ciri’s eyes widened at this. Her heart rate quickened from the implications. “That is…I mean, yes. O- of course. If you feel it is necessary.”

Alayne smiled knowingly. “Please spread your legs open for me again.”

Ciri gulped and did so, leaning back and spreading her pale legs open. Alayne had affixed a glass manacle onto her left eye with a magnifier - it looked like a miniature version of a megascope. Getting down on her knees between Ciri’s legs, the sorceress gently inserted two metal prongs inside her sex to keep her spread open. Ciri shivered from the feeling of cold metal on her vagina. 

With her spread open, Alayne leaned forward so she could get a close look with her magnifier lens. She clicked her tongue at what she saw, smiling up at Ciri. “Your cervix looks very tender from the creature’s pointy tip poking against it.”

Ciri said nothing, but she remembered the pleasure/pain sensation of the werewolf’s pointy red tip jabbing repeatedly at her innermost spot. 

Alayne retrieved the small contraption with the bull at the end. She inserted it into Ciri as the younger monster hunter let out a small gasp. “This may feel strange.”

A moment later, Ciri’s eyes widened as she felt a strange stretching sensation deep inside her as the court sorceress pressed repeatedly down on the bulb at the end of her tool. 

“There we are,” Alayne said, extracting the object from Ciri’s sex. “Your cervix has been dilated. I also applied a tincture to ease the discomfort the next time the werewolf mates you and goes deep.” Taking another look inside her, she licked her lips. 

“Oh. Some of the werewolf’s seed is still inside you. Some of it made it into your womb.”

“I am aware,” Ciri murmured. It was taking all her restraint not to start fingering herself to the thought of another creamy sperm-filled helping of werewolf cum. 

Alayne stood up on her feet, looking at Ciri. “I appreciate a woman comfortable in her skin, Ciri. You should be proud.” 

She clapped her hands together, concluding her business. “In any case, Lord Bohemond graciously wishes to continue your pay so long as we continue to see results.”

She walked toward the door as Ciri started dressing herself, but not before turning around and flashing Ciri a wink, “and do enjoy your work to the fullest, my dear.”