Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 (Still me)

IV
 
It was peaceful. At the end it was peaceful.
 
Vivienne found herself thinking that line over and over as she lent sadly on the carved marble railings of the high balcony that adjoined her chambers in Skyhold. At least it had been peaceful. Had it been as it had been before the Inquisitor had done what she could to help, Vivienne doubted that she could have borne it. At it was it had been horrible seeing Bastien slipping away after all they had done, after everything they had tried. She had hardly slept since then, hardly eaten. How long had it been? Two days? Four days? Only one day? Everything had seemed so empty and grey, nothing she did, heard, saw, said or took part in felt more substantial than mist. Mist, slowly spreading over and around her, forming transient shapes that were gone an instant later as the clouds billowed on. Nothing mattered, nothing remained.
 
The tears were never too far away. The lump in her throat never completely relaxed. She just existed in this state of misty, grey numbness. She dreaded to think about what she’d say when she met with Bastien’s family. She knew it would come eventually, but could not think of anything even remotely encouraging to say.
 
“You have been very quiet.” the voice from behind her made her jump, even though it was soft and kind. Jerked out of her miserable reverie Viviene spun on her heel to face whomever it was that had managed to sneak up on her.
 
“Inquisitor…” she stammered, when a moment later she recognised her visitor, “Forgive me, I did not hear you come in.”

Ciri waved a hand, “No, forgive me, I should have announced myself better. I did not mean to startle you. I thought you might want some company, I don’t think I’ve seen you talk to anyone since…”
 
“Thank you.” Vivienne said quickly, not wanting to dwell on what lurked in the silence at the end of Ciri’s sentence, “I have not meant to be so insular. It is just… It’s hard.”
 
The Inquisitor nodded and stepped forward next to Vivienne and they both stared out at the starry sky high above. When she spoke her tone was calm but a slight tremble in her throat revealed the feeling with which she meant the words.
 
“I know. I know how hard it is to lose everything. To be without purpose and without meaning. I know what it means to be so alone that nothing else is even real any more. I know how much pain you are in.”
 
Vivienne’s face hardened slightly, her pride rose to the surface despite Ciri’s all-too-accurate observations.
 
“I’m not in pain.”
 
“Just because you don’t feel it doesn’t mean it isn’t there.” there was still a slight shudder in her voice as she continued, “If all you feel is nothing, how can you know? Let yourself feel, and then you can start to deal with the feelings, whatever they are.”
 
Vivienne turned back to the stars, the distant cold stars. The tightness in her throat clenched again. She was in pain. She ached like one of her limbs had been torn off. Half of her self wasn’t where it ought to be. She was wounded.
 
Vivienne let out a huge sigh. Her whole body heaved with it and it shivered with the emotions that poured forth in the voiceless expression of sorrow that she had held inside herself ever since Bastien had been taken ill.
 
When it was over and her head was hung low against her chest, her fingers, which had been gripping the railing now relaxed, Ciri put a hand on her shoulder with a reassuring squeeze. Vivienne reached up one of her own trembling hands to take hold of it.
 
“Thank you.” she said, very quietly, and moved to hug her friend.
 
They embraced for a moment, before Vivienne sprang away, her arms up in surprise her face a mask of confusion at what she had felt between her body and Ciri’s, what she had felt like a hot, fleshy pole that seemed to run from Ciri’s waist all the way to her bust. Her eyes raked up and down over the thick travelling cloak the Inquisitor was wearing.
 
“What. Was. That.” she asked with very slow deliberate words.
 
Ciri blushed, but raised a hand to loosen the tie of her cloak which slipped from her shoulders, and revealed It.
 
It was clearly visible under the white blouse Ciri usually wore, indeed a clear inch of it was visible between its hem and her belt, the rest was restrained by the cross-laced garment, and the base seemed to be barely held by a belt that seemed to have been repeatedly reinforced.
 
The thing that held her gaze though, the thing that made all her emotions, all the mist, all the greyness fall into the background was the angry, reg, bulbous thing resting between the Inquisitor’s breasts.
 
“Its… You’re… Well, that is really something.”
 
Ciri tried her best to explain how and why it had happened when she had been present at the Conclave, but Vivienne hardly listened. She kept looking at the thing, it’s two halves like two halves of a large mango, it’s surface shiningly smooth and rigid. She could see it pulsing, was that in time with Ciri’s heartbeat? Her legs seemed to weaken and she lent in what she hoped was a nonchalant way against the railing to support herself as she tried to imagine having that thing inside you, having that thing ejaculate on you. Her pants, she realised, were already sodden.
 
Ciri was saying something again, possibly to fill an awkward silence left by Vivienne’s continued hypnotised stare.
“And what with going with you, and my other duties, I’ve not been able to… Well, to have a release, for a while. It always does this.” she added, indicating the thing’s stubbornly erect state.
 
Vivienne smiled suddenly, smiled because a more primitive part of her brain had jumped to the front and sidelined any more complex or nuanced reasoning, smiled because everything seemed like a good idea right now.
 
“Then let me repay your past kindnesses, Inquisitor.”
 
She stepped close to Ciri again, wrapping her in a tight hug. She felt the thing straining in the pressure between their bodies, and she hooked one of her legs around one of Ciri’s, pulling them even closer, grinding herself up and down slightly as she lent into a kiss which the Inquisitor returned warmly, between barely suppressed shudders and sighs.
 
Clumsily Vivienne tried to loosed Ciri’s top without releasing her either from the hug or the kiss. She wormed a hand between them and tried to pull the laces loose so she could get at the thing it barely held back. Eventually the blouse came undone, opening as Vivienne reached in with both hands now to grasp Ciri’s truly unbelievable member.
 
She pulled it out from between Ciri’s breasts, having to step back now so she could see it as Ciri opened her belt and let her trousers fall. Tenderly Vivienne freed the thing from the few remaining laces and sank to her knees in silent awe. Ciri was still blushing slightly but the firm grip of the Mage before her kept her from thinking too much as every slight movement made her whole groin twitch and throb with pleasure.
 
On her knees Vivienne looked up a the thing towering over her, eyes wide. Her hands moved almost of their own volition, teasing the thing, as her eyes drank in the amorous reactions the movements caused. Dreamily she reached up to run a tongue along the length, tasting the flesh of it and feeling with another sense the trembling of it as it longed for release. When she reached the head she was almost standing, stretching upwards to try and fit her mouth over the very tip of the vast head. It was an impossible task but she did it anyway, trying to force her jaw and cheeks to accommodate the thing as her hands worked faster and faster up and down teasing it out, making Ciri moan and flex her fingers, her eyes closed in ecstasy.
 
When the blast came it took Vivienne completely by surprise. Her eyes, which had been half closed as her tongue lapped up every salty lick of precum that hung around the flaring tip snapped open as in a single rapid rush her mouth was filled and overflowed. She gagged and tried reflexively to swallow. It leaked out through her straining lips and forced its way out from her nostrils. She had barely enough time to register the amount of cum that had suddenly been shot into what felt like her entire head before another load came after it. It now splattered from between her lips and the pulsing flesh of Ciri’s member, it flooded out of her nose, it forced its way down her throat through pressure alone.
 
She managed another two blasts before she had to let go. Cum poured from her mouth as she coughed and spluttered, struggling for breath. More of it landed on her head, staining her hair and clothes, almost drenching her in the last few volley’s from Ciri’s testicles, which Vivienne now noticed through the haze of pleasure were as oversized as her penis.
 
She knelt there, staring up at the still flaring head, her eyes wide and glassy, and not just because they were glazed with cum. Her hands still limply hung on to the shaft but were too paralysed with pleasure to move. The single thought blazed across her conciousness - “more!”. That thought motivated her body while her mind was still lost in the strong, warm taste of Ciri’s cum that still seemed to fill her entire head. Her body relaxed backwards, she flopped onto her back, legs splaying out from under her, and slightly hitching up the long earthy green robe she wore.
 
Ciri, herself still borne along by the force of her orgasm simply grinned down at Vivienne’s prone body and pounced down onto her. She dragged the robe up, exposing her copper-brown legs, and, Ciri’s grin widened, her lack of underwear. Later she would ask about that. For now though she just drove forwards, one hand gripping Vivienne’s exposed thigh, the other guiding her enormous member. When the head connected with the glistening folds of her body Ciri growled primally and pressed hard against Vivienne’s lips that suddenly strained to stretch far enough to allow the thing entry.
 
When her pussy finally gave way Vivienne let out a rolling squeal and her eyes crossed. She had reached up to hold tight to Ciri’s arms when the latter shifted position, now her hands gripped white knuckled to her new lover. Ciri had moved both arms, letting go of herself and Vivienne to plant them both firmly on either side of the Mage’s waist, pinching her body between and leaving the blind force of her penis alone to finish the job of getting inside.
 
It worked; Ciri’s new position shifted more of her weight behind her penis and the head wedged itself inside Vivienne. Her groin had been soaked by her arousal, within was positively drenched. Slickened by her inner fluids, Ciri’s penis lanced inside with liquid rapidity. Vivienne’s legs bent madly outwards to accommodate the increasing girth as Ciri seemed to still be growing, still getting harder, despite the outline of its bulk already standing well proud of Vivienne’s body, straining the bodice of her robe with each inch it went deeper.
 
When at last the base of the thing hit Vivienne’s madly gaping femininity the length of it went as far through her body as it had along Ciri’s when she had first seen it below her cloak. Vivienne’s eyes were still crossed and unfocussed so she didn’t see Ciri move her arms for a second time. She lent further forward, leaning down closer to Vivienne’s prostrate body. She moved her arms from flat on the ground to looped around Vivienne’s thighs, her hands now gripped her buttocks tightly. Unsupported now her torso came forwards so that their breasts rested against each other. Her additional weight, together with the lift applied by Ciri’s gripping arms drove the thing somehow even deeper into Vivienne, so that even though she didin’t see the change she felt it well enough.
 
The pressure moved a good few inches up through her body, under her ribs, and seemed to settle at the base of her throat, very much like the lump that had been there before Ciri had arrived in some ways. The new position almost cut off her air and her already ragged breath ended in a gurgle as Ciri ground her hips amorously, savouring the tight hotness that clung now to every inch of her massive penis in the form of the pinned Mage.
 
Then she started thrusting. Ciri rocked her buttocks back and forward, each movement bringing her groin down hard against Vivienne, seeming to make the thing move somehow even further up through her with each thrust. Vivienne’s body trembled, every nerve was on fire, every sensation was an elastic vibration of ecstasy, every part of her insides seemed to be being stimulated by the fucking the was receiving. Her legs, limp since before Ciri penetrated her now waved back and forth in response to Ciri’s continued pounding, and occasionally visibly quivered in response to what was possibly another orgasm.
 
In truth Vivienne had lost conception of it. Each new rising wave of pleasure made all permanent ideas and concepts vanish under its breaking tide, each time less emerged from the rising level. Soon there had been nothing left but the giddy feeling of riding the waves as every movement Ciri made caused cascades of new pleasure to explode across Vivienne’s body.
 
When the cum came again the force of it, and of Ciri’s final thrust seemed to cut off Vivienne’s air completely and through darkening eyes she gazed up at the Inquisitor’s rapturous face as she fired load after load of her seed so deeply into Vivienne’s limp, unresisting and impossibly opened body. She managed gasping half-breaths when the pressure ebbed ever so slightly between bursts, each one ending in another gurgle as her windpipe was suddenly cut off by another wave of pressure against it from her stretched womb. The pressure, moved by the squeezing spasming movements of Vivienne as an orgasm so intense she blacked-out half-way through gripped her, slithered down the length of Ciri’s penis and with nowhere else to go oozed in pulsing splashes from around the straining lips of Vivienne’s pussy.
 
Ciri saw through her own half-blind pleasure Vivienne’s eyes roll up into her head and felt her whole body relax as she passed out. The sudden slackening allowed repeated waves of cum to flow freely from her pussy, still spread open by Ciri’s still raging erection. When the Inquisitor moved, releasing Vivienne’s buttocks and lifing herself up the change in position made the thing recede slightly, the lump finally moving far enough down her throat that she could breath again.
 
The mage dragged air in, returning with lights popping in her vision to conciousness to feel the growing sense of emptiness left behind by Ciri’s member as the Inquisitor started to stand. Her mouth was slack and her tongue seemed to be paralysed but Vivienne managed to slur out enough words to express what she was thinking; “more. Harder. Now. In me.”
 
Ciri smiled, and nodded. In truth she had not planned on stopping, it was just her fearsome erection was so large she needed to stand up for it to stop pinning Vivienne to the ground. It took some pulling to make it leave. The head seemed to catch around her entrance so that her hips were lifted slightly from the ground. Then they gave way and the last of Ciri’s penis came free, along with another tide of cum. It had formed a large pool now, spreading over the balcony and dripping down between the gaps in the carved railing.
 
Without Ciri atop her, Vivienne flopped down completely, her legs and arms falling to her sides. Her legs were splayed, displaying the gaping hole of her vagina still leaking cum. Ciri smiled down, holding her still raging erection in both hands. Vivienne stared up at the magnificence of it and almost managed to roll over. Her legs moved jerkily and her arms tingled. Her naked knees slipped on the expanding pool of cum beneath her as she turned first on her side, then on her front and slowly tried to raise her rump up from the floor, presenting herself to Ciri.
Ciri steadied Vivienne with a hand, helping her to find purchase on the floor, then with the other she lay the trunk-like bulk of her penis gently between the mage’s inverted and parted buttocks. It was still slick with their combined fluids and it slid up and down over Vivienne’s ass easily as Ciri started moving again. Vivinne managed to let out some fragmentary sounds as the thing moved, sending unfamiliar yet scintillating pleasures through an unexplored part of herself. Ciri dragged herself back and forth, each time the flaring head of the thing pressed briefly against Vivienne’s, each time pushing a little harder, each time making a louder, more rapturous sound escape from the Mage’s mouth.
 
When on the ninth or tenth time the enormous head pressed against Vivienne’s exposed anus the repeated teasing and easing paid off and this time it gave way and with an wet elastic sound Ciri’s cricketball-sized glanis lodged itself inside Vivienne. The mage tensed like a current had been passed through her, her moans rose a few octaves and her arms and legs twitched bizarrely. Then the pleasure came and everything went limp again; arms and legs slumped into stillness and only Ciri’s hands and erection held her in position as the Inquisitor pushed an inch or two further inside her, before she withdrew to feel the strain of Vivienne’s sphincter before pressing in again, deeper than before.
 
It took minutes for Ciri to even get the first half of herself into Vivienne’s virgin rear. Each thrust that drove her deeper, stretching never before stretched parts of the mage she didn’t know she had, making the noises still being forced out of her rise and fall in time with them. When long minutes later Vivienne dimly felt the presence of Ciri’s testicles against the back of her thighs the had one again been brought to the edge of unconsciousness by the rising tide of pleasure feeling her inside once again being rearranged by the invading thing. The hardness of it, the throbbing, pulsing, beating, driving, lancing force of it parting her body, opening her insides, filling her in ways that violated several cardinal laws of biology.
 
This time there was nothing preventing the advance of the thing through her; no elasticated membrane of her womb holding the thing inside. This time it did not stop at the base of her throat but ended up securely lodged inside it. Vivienne choked on it, gasped for air, gargled trying to breath past the thing now bulging her neck outwards. Like before though, when the Inquisitor started thrusting it gave her the chance to catch brief, ragged breaths before the thing slammed forwards once more, forcing itself further up her ravaged throat.
 
Ciri could feel the muscles all through Vivienne’s body working furiously against the invading bulk of her penis. Every inch was being gripped and teased by contractions and shiftings trying to dislodge it. Each of them was blissful for Ciri, but best of all was the frantic working of Vivienne’s throat as she tried to breath between thrusts. The tingling pleasure drove Ciri on half mad with pleasure, pounding against the Mage’s unresisting and limp body. All the sounds she made now were the same gasping gurgles the had made before as she fought ecstatically for breath.
 
Ciri looked down at Vivienne’s face. Her pupils were almost hidden behind her eyelids, her tongue lolled out and drool slithered over her lips. Her head rocked back and forwards in rhythm with the Inquisitor’s thrusts. Ciri lent forwards, pressing her body close to Vivienne, clinging to her hips with her hands and resting their breasts together. She planted kisses on Vivienne’s slack mouth, the latter managing to twitch in response and make a soft moan between her strangled gurgles of pleasure.
 
Ciri was still kissing her when the reached her final climax. Her hands gripped tightly to Vivienne pinning them together as she pressed her lips to hers. Vivienne spasmed as she felt the throbbing passing up the length of her body. When it was disgorged in a rush into the back of her mouth. Like before, one, two, three, four, five, jets of hot cum erupted in her throat and filled her mouth. It squirted out between their kissing lips. Ciri swallowed some. It leaked from Vivienne’s nostrils as it felt once more like her whole head was being filled with thick, sticky liquid. Sparks erupted in her mind as more of it came up from her straining neck. Her cheeks bulged, Ciri tried to drink faster but still gouts of it escaped to run down over Vivenne’s cheeks to pool on the floor at the opposite end of her to that which had poured from her ravaged pussy.
 
Ciri couldn’t stand it any longer, the sight of her cum overflowing from Vivienne’s mouth brought her straight back to orgasm and she clung on ever tighter as she sent another salvo of eruptions all the way through the mage.
 
Vivienne blacked out again, her last sensation the solid hardness filling her from end to end and the hot pulsing rush of cum filling her mouth, nose and throat. After that she felt nothing, she didn’t feel Ciri take her two more times, didn’t feel her roll her over, still impaled, and driver her cock so hard against her ass that it finally emerged properly into the back of Vivienne’s mouth, sitting on her tongue and firing ever more cum straight out of her limp open mouth.
 
She didn’t feel her lover at last soften and retreat from her body. She didn’t feel Ciri carry her in from the balcony and lay her gently on the bed. She did, just, feel Ciri slide under the sheets beside her. She rolled over and Ciri was big spoon. In the few moments between returning to conciousness and falling a sleep she could feel the slumbering beast nestled between her buttocks, then she slipped into dreams of what Ciri’s morning erection might be like…
 
 
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Late the following afternoon.
 
Ciri had woken late, woken to the feeling of Vivienne gripping the slumbering shaft of her massive member. She opened her eyes to meet the rakish grin of the mage and returned it. They had made love for hours. She had gone for so long without release that she was still, even after the night before, ready to do everything to Vivenne, and she did, twice. She smiled to herself as she saw Vivienne struggle to stand because her legs were still weak.
 
“I have to go and see Bastien’s family.” she announced, both hands clutching her belly which was still ejecting large amounts of cum between her flaring lips. She walked shakily to her dresser and flung a robe on, “Would you come with me?” she asked, not feeling brave enough to meet the Inquisitor’s eyes.
 
Ciri stood up, her unfettered but limp member swung between her shapely legs, and walked slowly towards Vivienne and drew her into a hug.
 
“Of course.”
 
“Thank you. I’m sure everything will be ok, now that you’re beside me.” she paused, one hand managed to find the dangling snake-like thing and stroked it loveingly, “and inside me.”