Chapter 2 - Finding Ciri


“I need to find her,” said Geralt. 

 Yennefer opened her eyes and saw his muscular back as he stood hunched before the fireplace, gazing into the flames. He couldn’t have been more miserable. Yennefer did the best she could to lift up his spirits, but she knew that he would not be himself again until they found out where Ciri had gone to once more.

“It’s not like her to leave like this.”

 Naked in bed, Yennefer sighed. “You know that’s not true.” She would’ve liked to at least fuck once before they were back on the road, but all her attempts so far to get him to entertain her had failed. 

 Geralt rose and turned to match her gaze, his eyes glaring. “Not like this!” he snapped. “This is… I don’t even know what to say. I’m worried about her.”

“You’ll find her.”

“Why are you so unconcerned?”

 Because she’s probably fine, as always. Or she will be when we find her. Yennefer pushed back her black locks and did her best to look convincing: “I’m very concerned.”

 Geralt said nothing. Instead he strolled over to the clothes by the bedside and started pulling up his trousers gloomily.

“Oh, for the love of…” Yennefer bit her lip. “Is this what you’re doing now? Punishing me for something I’m not even guilty of?”

 He pulled on his shirt and started buttoning it. The golden eyes fell on her disdainfully. “I’m going to go look for Ciri.

“Oh really?” Yennefer grabbed her glass of wine and took a sip, then hurled some magic at the shuttered window to open it violently. Stars shone in the dark sky. “You’re going to go look for her in the middle of the night?”

“That’s right,” he replied coolly. 

 This was one of those moments when he made her so annoyed that Yennefer genuinely wondered how she hadn’t murdered him yet. There were dozens of men ready to drop to their knees and worship her. Why was she putting up with this? “Is Ciri between Triss’ legs? Or is it some other whore you’ve chosen for the night?” 

 Geralt stopped what he was doing and froze, staring at her. He snorted in disbelief and smirked. “You need to calm down.”

“Don’t tell me what I need to do. You needed to fuck me. And you’ve had several days to do so. Instead we’re wasting this precious time sitting around and looking sad. You haven’t even done anything to find her, you’re just sulking.”

“That’s why I’m going now.” 

“I hope you get stabbed as soon as you go out that door. I hope you go down a dark alley and find the worst thing possible - because when you call for help, I won’t be coming.” 

 Despite her harsh words, his smirk did not disappear. Geralt confidently sheathed both blades into place, then stepped towards the threshold. “Good night, Yenn.” 

“Have you ever considered that she’s just sick of you? Ciri, I mean. I couldn’t blame her, you know. I’ve considered leaving you many, many times. But you’re such a reliable lapdog that I’ve stayed with you even though I could replace you with real men that wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to plough a goddess such as myself all day and all night.” 

 He may have tried to look cool, but the powerful way he slammed the door as he exited told her her words had scratched at least a little at his heart. You damned beast. Yennefer half-considered hurling the glass of wine at the door, but she was not planning to stop drinking just yet… 

 She twisted around in the covers and then blew out the candle by the bedside, slipping a hand down. I suppose I’ll just have to take care of myself. And as petty revenge as it was, she would do her best to think of another man.

 

 The next day it was not only Ciri missing but Geralt, too. Where has that idiot gone?

 Yennefer waited around until the afternoon, hoping that he would return home like a stray dog in need of food as he always did after a night of whoring. But even as the sun dipped below the horizon, there was no sign of him. 

 You’re not serious, are you? Yennefer asked no one in particular as she looked out the window. I’m not supposed to be the one going to chase after them, am I? 

 The sorceress returned to the bed with the hope that things would be settled the day after, but promised that she would start asking around if Geralt didn’t show up by noon. 

 Unfortunately, he did not. 

 Yennefer dressed up as best as she could, then set out to ask around. She was certain she would find him drunken out of his mind with some whore, but no one had seen him since she last did. It was only after she checked with Triss, too, and discovered that she was ignorant of his whereabouts that she became truly worried. 

“Do you think something bad’s happened?” asked Triss. “You guys should’ve told me you’re looking for Ciri. I would’ve helped.” 

 Now that she realized he really hadn’t been to see the damned redhead, Yennefer was starting to feel guilty. Where are you, you idiot? “No, I suppose we hoped she would turn up soon.”

“Have you tried tracing her? I can come he-”

“I’ll go fetch Geralt and we’ll do it right after,” said Yennefer briskly, letting Triss know to stay away and know her place with an icy smile. 

 Triss cocked a brow. “I thought you didn’t know where he went.” 

 Yennefer turned away and started strolling back towards the street. “I’ll find him. Or he’ll find me. We’re destined to always bump into one another.” 



 Yennefer rode the whole night in search of him, already imagining the worst. If anyone’s got both of them… This might be getting messy. If the enemy was too strong, then she wasn’t sure she could even handle them all alone, and there weren’t many people she could think of calling for help. 

 The help was usually Geralt.

 Her fears settled down when, after going from village to village, she ended up in one that Geralt was in and found him in the alehouse. 

 Yennefer found him plastered out of his mind at one of the tables, his hair hanging down in his half-eaten meal. She emptied the dregs of his drink over his head and slapped him. His glazed eyes came up to look at her. “Yenn?...” he croaked weakly.

“Wake up, idiot. I thought you were out searching.”

“I did… and I can’t find her, Yenn… Not a trace.” 

 She slid into the seat opposite him and took off her gloves. “Well, that’s fine. No need to panic yet. There are more… unorthodox alternatives to appeal to.”

“Ones that never work.”

“Ones that sometimes work,” she corrected darkly. “And you don’t look like a man with a lot of options.” 

 Geralt coughed and got up. “Alright, then, let’s go…”

 By the look of him she could tell that he was three steps away from puking his guts out or passing out altogether. “I’ll go get started. You stay here and rest until tomorrow.”

“But-”

“You can’t help me anyway,” Yennefer insisted. “This is sorceress business. I’ll be back.”

 Geralt crashed back down into his seat and hiccuped. When she was almost out of earshot, she could hear his distant and longing, “Yenn…” 

 She glanced at him over her shoulder in parting. “Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll find her, don’t worry.”

“You look beautiful.” 

 This was the time he was choosing to flirt? “You look like a mutated frog.” 

 Geralt grinned. “So like always?”

 Yenn smirked. “Almost worse, somehow. I’ll be back.” 



 In the end, the efforts to find her via magic proved about as successful as going around and asking every villager if they’d seen a girl by Ciri’s description, which is exactly what they ended up doing. 

 Yennefer and Geralt split up and went in different directions, each one doing their best to come across something. 

 For her part, Yennefer had almost given up. Gone without a trace. This is a girl that doesn’t want to be found. So why are we putting so much effort into doing so? 

 She analyzed the most recent memories of Ciri over and over, trying to figure out what could’ve led to this, but none of them pointed in any solid direction. 

 A storm caught up to her as she was making her way to a nearby village, and it was only by chance that Yennefer entered the inn located at a crossroads between the two. All the lecherous peasants looked her way, while the overweight whore with a bosom on display went slack-mouthed.

 Yennefer tossed a coin to the middle-aged innkeep. “Get me a glass of wine if you have any. If not, water will do.” 

 As she drank her cheap wine, she could sense the quiet in the inn. A bunch of the peasants had gotten up and came close, hovering around her like loyal admirers, some of them leaning in to smell her hair. It’s all so tiresome… 

“What brings you all this way, miss?” asked the innkeep. 

 Yennefer described Ciri to them as best as she could. As expected, there was nothing to get back. “I doubt any young girl like yourself would waste her time around here. Just your visit alone will be the talk of every drunkard in here.” The innkeep sniggered and looked her up and down, his gaze stopping at her bust. “The thought of you will keep us busy and warm us up for a long, long time.” 

 Yennefer smirked at him. “I don’t doubt it.” What would this dimwit have said if he knew her real age? You should respect your elders. 

 With the storm outside, Yennefer saw no reason to leave before it passed, especially without any particular destination in mind. 

 It was a fortunate decision, because as she stood at her table getting questioned by every horny peasant out of the dozens that formed a wall around her, one of them, a toothless old man, mentioned something noteworthy. A terrifying image in the forest.

“What are you talking about?” asked Yennefer, her interest piqued. 

 A burly patron smacked the old man from behind. “Don’t listen to this one. He’s the village idiot.”

 Yennefer’s baleful gaze froze the burly man in place. “I’d like to hear it. Continue.”

 What he described did not sound like Ciri at all. A pregnant woman that was seen roaming around the woods naked. Yennefer would’ve dismissed it as some child’s tale, but the way he spoke about her pale skin and white hair gave her pause. But it can’t be… Ciri’s pregnant? 

 Yennefer wasn’t even sure Ciri could get pregnant. Though if she had somehow managed to do it, perhaps it was a good explanation for why she disappeared without a trace. Is she afraid of what Geralt would say? But why? It was possible that he wouldn’t have approved of the man she chose as the father, but surely that wasn’t enough of a reason to disappear like this into the night without another word. 

 Then again, her letter did mention meeting somebody…

 The more she thought about it, the more she became convinced that this old man may have held the answers she was looking for. “Where exactly are these woods?” asked Yennefer.



“This is as far as I’ve come,” the old man said. 

 Yennefer stood in the middle of the forest. The storm abated, but the smell of it was still in the air. The peasants followed them out here too. 

 The old man pointed north. “She was right there. Well, far away from here, but that direction. I ran away as soon as I saw her.”

“Weren’t you concerned?” asked Yennefer.

“Miss… She didn’t look like… She didn’t look normal, you understand?”

 His insistence upon it being a frightening sight was what made her worry. “That’s fine. I’ll continue from here on my own. Please, all of you, return back to your homes. Your wives will worry about where you’ve gone.”

“What about you, miss?” they asked. “Don’t you need protection.”

 Yennefer zapped the canopy above and watched them reel back in terror. “No, but you might if you keep irritating me. Make yourselves scarce.” 

 The sorceress went on without them, looking around for any sign she could see. Why would anyone in their right mind come all the way out here?

 After an hour of wandering, she finally came across a lake. She followed its edge, finding the fresh river that fed into it, then went along the cliffside until she came to the gaping black mouth of a cave. She could hear faint echoes coming from within… sounds she did not wish to be hearing. 

 That’s Ciri, isn’t it? It sounded to her like she was making love to someone, but there was no way to make sure without going in herself. Here goes nothing, I suppose…

 Doing her best to stay quiet, Yennefer snuck into the cave expecting to come across Ciri with a man on top of her and her legs wrapped around him. What she saw instead was Ciri lying on the ground massaging her breasts while they and her pregnant stomach writhed from within. All around her there were cockroaches on the march, and many of them were comfortable resting on top of her body like a blanket. Her small pussy appeared to be infested with them while others had their small black bodies pressed together against her nipples, eager to get a chance at them. 

 Yennefer stared for a couple of seconds in complete shock. 

 Then she turned around and hurled, running out of the cave as fast as she could. What is happening? What the fuck was that?...

 After what she had seen, Yennefer was reluctant to even go inside there. What would she say to Ciri? Now Yennefer understood why she had come all the way out here in the middle of nowhere. She’s waiting to die. 

 Still…

 There may have been a way to fix all this, if only she could get the girl to cooperate.

 Yennefer took some time to straighten her resolve then walked back inside. “Ciri?” she said quietly. “Can you hear me?”

 No matter how many times she called out, there was no response. Ciri’s mouth was open, but all she could do was moan like a bitch in heat as the cockroaches ravaged her body. Yennefer closed her eyes and gagged, but she could not come up with anything. “Ciri, I need… I need to help you…”

“I can feel all of you inside of me,” said Ciri with a smile. “All of you…” 

 They’ve laid their eggs inside of her, thought Yennefer. Perhaps the only real way to solve this was to let them hatch and then deal with the aftermath. 

 As the cockroaches crawled towards her, Yennefer crushed some underfoot, then scooped one up in her hand and imprisoned it. “I’ll go see if there’s anything to find out them,” said Yennefer. “You… wait here.” Not that she appeared to be going anywhere. 



“Still nothing?” asked Geralt. 

 Yennefer had met up with him in the agreed-upon spot if they came up unsuccessful. She wanted to tell him about what befell Ciri. She truly did. But she couldn’t begin to imagine what that would do to him. And Ciri as well. 

“Unfortunately not,” she said. 

 The last time Yennefer had seen Ciri was a day in the past, and she left her supplies by the caveside to make sure she wouldn’t starve. She hoped that when she returned she would find a distraught, but sane Ciri to converse with.

“We should return to Vizima,” he said. “Maybe she’s come back.”

“You go. I have some business to tend to first.” 

 Geralt eyed her angrily. “Now? When this is happening? Yenn…”

 If only you knew what I’m saving you from, thought Yennefer. 

 Comforted by the fact that he was on his way back to Vizima, far away from his beloved Ciri, she returned to the cave where she last saw the girl and entered.

 This time Ciri appeared less… worked up, but she was still laying lovingly among the disgusting filth and letting them play with her body. So distracted was Ciri, in fact, that she hadn’t even seen Yennefer walk in. She had her palm held under her enlarged nipple, and in it there were small, white cockroach nymphs. “Ciri.”

 The green eyes swung her way. “Yennefer… Yennefer!...” 

 The sorceress took a step closer to her. “Don’t worry, I’m alone. I know what’s happened to you. Just calm down.” 

 Ciri looked more angry than afraid. “How did you find me?”

“What did you think would happen? Geralt started searching for you. You’re lucky he wasn’t the first to find you.”

“You need to leave,” said Ciri. “And not come back.” This was not the reaction Yennefer was expecting. Does she not understand what position she’s in?

“Ciri, what are you saying? You’re sick…”

“NO!” shouted Ciri. She lowered her head in her hands. “Please, go.” 

 Yennefer took a step closer. “Let me help you.” 

“I don’t want it.”

“Please.”

“I don’t want your help!” 

 Yennefer entreated her honestly, but Ciri moved away. The cockroaches seemed to sense her violent state of mind and were scattering all over. Yennefer felt one trying to get up her leg and smacked it off, then crushed it underfoot.

“No!~” Ciri cried. “Yenn, don’t do that! They’re my… my babies…” 

 The moment she heard that Yennefer’s whole face lost all sympathy and turned sour. “They are not your babies, Ciri. These are insects. You’re a human.” At least you were one. “They are using you as a host, and they are killing you off. You are sick. And you need help. And I’m going to give it to you whether you like it or not.” 

 Ciri dragged herself over to the crushed roach. Her muscles had been worn down by this whole thing, and her breasts had definitely swollen up by several sizes. There are probably still eggs inside of her, thought Yennefer, disgusted at the idea. 

 Truth be told, if this hadn’t been Ciri, she may have given up and just set a fire to burn everyone in the cave at once.

 Ciri put her arms around her legs and sobbed. “I can’t go back after this… Look at me!…” 

“Ciri.” Yennefer wanted to reach out to touch her, but even with her gloves on she did not really want to touch that filthy body of hers. Just think of how long she’s been here with them… and she enjoyed it? What in the world? Though she knew Ciri was innocent and was arguing for precisely that even now, she could not change the visceral way she felt about seeing Ciri having sex with roaches. “People don’t need to know. Nobody does.”

“Not today,” Ciri begged. “Please, not today. Come tomorrow. Come get me then.”

 Yennefer sighed deeply. “Fine. I’ll leave you here until tomorrow to say your” - she glanced at the rivers of cockroaches streaming behind her - “friends.” Children, was what came naturally. 

 

 I can’t go back, thought Ciri. 

 It was impressive that Yennefer found her, but that had not been intended. This was a disaster. It was fine if she died here. Completely fine. But there was no way she could go and cross eyes with Geralt after she let this happen to her. 

 Yennefer saw me here. She saw me and just… just did nothing. 

 That thought made Ciri burn up with anger. Had she seen Yennefer in a similar position, she would’ve killed the sorceress as a mercy. At least she thought so. 

 Though Ciri had agreed to leave this cave that was her new home, she knew that she couldn’t. She needed to find a way to explain to Yennefer that leaving her to die was the best outcome. It’s what needs to happen. 

 The more she thought about it, the more it seemed unlikely that Yennefer would be coming here willing to talk at all. She’ll try to take me by force. Looking around her cozy little cave, Ciri knew what the future would be for her children if she let that happen. Every single one of them would be without a mother. And she would never experience the pleasure of their love ever again…

 Slowly, Ciri got herself to stand up and tried to exercise her arms and legs. Doing nothing for so long had left her aching and dulled, but she knew there had to be strength left in her limbs still. I just need to go. Go somewhere she can’t find me. 

With goosebumps all over, she made her way towards the cave exit and stepped out into the night air, wondering where she could go. She hadn’t expected Yennefer to be encamped right outside, but she could see the fire and noticed the sorceress watching her.

“Ciri?” Yennefer asked, alerted by her sudden presence. 

 The purple eyes of the sorceress were terrifying enough that Ciri reacted without thinking. With the cockroaches hanging from her nipples and pussy lips, she bolted, running as fast as her legs could take her.

“Ciri!” Yennefer cried behind her. “Ciri, get back here!” 

 Even with all the confidence she had built up before, her physical condition was far worse than she expected. Yennefer caught up with her quickly, grabbed her by the arms, and slammed her into the cliffside. “CIRI!” she yelled sternly. “What the hell is wrong with you?” 

 Somewhere up above Ciri could hear a low rumble but she wasn’t sure what it was. 

 Yennefer paid no attention and just stared into her eyes. “Ciri. An-”

 All Ciri heard was a dull thud before every muscle in Yennefer’s face went slack. She crumpled to the ground at her feet, twitching every few seconds. Ciri could see pebbles raining from above and then saw the rock next to Yennefer. It was no bigger than an egg, but it must’ve struck her with enough force to kill her lights.  

“Yenn?” Ciri dropped down and inspected her. She was bleeding from her mouth and struggled to keep her eyes open. When they did open, they rolled backwards by themselves and went in and out of focus constantly. Her mouth was trying to speak, but the words were slurred. 

 Ciri held her like that for a while, thinking she would come back to her senses. “Yenn?...” she asked after what seemed like an eternity. 

 The sorceress tongue and lips moved as if her entire mouth were numb. “Hel… Ge.. Hel…” 

 Help. Get help. Ciri understood what she was saying. But there was a zero chance she would be going into the village. Nobody could know she was here. “Yenn, I can’t understand you,” she said coolly. 

 Though Ciri felt bad for the sorceress, a part of her did think of this as some cosmic punishment. All Yennefer needed to do was walk away, and none of this would have happened…

 There was no way she could leave her out in the open like this, so Ciri dragged her back into her cave. As they reached their destination, she could see Yennefer’s eyes open in horror for a second; but only a second, before she returned to being completely out of it. 

 Looking at the sorceress lying there, Ciri began to wonder what the right thing to do was. I can’t let her go back, she started thinking. She’ll tell Geralt and take me away…

 Of course, she understood how far her mind had fallen that she wanted to be here. This was a living nightmare. Yet Ciri knew this was what she deserved after what she allowed to happen. No matter what way she looked at it, there would be no return to normal life from here.

 As she lay against the cave wall considering her options, she could already see her children rushing to Yennefer. 

 Ciri remembered it. The first time she found the cockroach inside of her. The disgusted way it made her feel. The terror. The way they slowly broke her and made her theirs, until now, when her body only existed to breed and feed them. 

 If she did not intervene now, the exact same thing was going to happen to Yennefer. She hadn’t considered this when she pulled her in the cave, but now she could see the shiny roaches crawling all over the sorceress’ outfit. 

 Yennefer was just awake enough that she could understand what was happening and grunted, struggling to shake them off with the little power she could muster. But there just wasn’t enough. The cockroaches were overwhelming her vulnerable curvy body with violent urgency.

“I’m sorry,” said Ciri as she reached down to touch herself, her brain turning to aroused mush as she considered what was going to happen to Yennefer. The great, great Yennefer. She won’t tell anyone anything after this. She can join me here. At least I won’t be alone. The thought made her feel happy. 

 Ciri didn’t need to offer her children any help because they found a way to get her under her clothes. They always did. 

 She could tell, too, that they must’ve reached Yennefer’s sweet pussy because of the way the sorceress helplessly tried to close her thighs off to them. Her heeled boots were kicking helplessly at the ground.

“Nnhh~” Yennefer grunted. “Nnngh!!~” 

 Ciri could sense her fury and despair, but that only made it hotter. “I felt the same way, Yenn. The same way. There’s no point in fighting it. Just accept it.”  

 So many of her children were rushing over to the new host that Ciri almost felt jealous. It had been a long time since she needed to pleasure herself instead of letting the roaches do it for her. 

 Yennefer, though, was starting to kick with more and more strength. She even managed to roll around and lift herself on her arms. “Shiri!” she slurred with fury. 

 It was only a matter of time now before she would be able to use magic, so Ciri knew she needed to act with haste. She rushed over and kicked Yennefer hard in the stomach, then undressed her as she reeled. The sorceress struggled but even in her weakened state, Ciri was still strong enough to fight her after that head injury.

“Please, Yenn, stop fighting back…” she begged, feeling genuine sorrow at having to hurt her. If only she can feel this pleasure, she’ll understand…

 Ciri stripped her down to her bra and panties, then pulled the panties off and stuffed them in the sorceress’ mouth to keep her from talking. She had always found Yenn attractive. For as long as she could remember, actually. But she never thought she would have the sorceress at her whim like this. 

 She ripped Yennefer’s top and used the fabric to find her wrists and ankles together, then removed the bra for good measure. 

 When she stepped away, Ciri could see the purple eyes blinking rapidly and even tearing up as the roaches gathered around her breasts and pussy. 

“It will feel good after a while…” said Ciri earnestly. “I promise. The moment you give in and just accept it, it will be so much better.” 

 The roaches went to work on Yennefer with mind-boggling haste. Perhaps it was the magical aura she exuded that drew her to them, but one after another slipped past her pussy lips and buried itself inside there, while the others were biting on her breasts and stretching out her nipples to pass into them. 

 As Yennefer got closer to regaining her full senses, her reactions worsened, till Ciri could hear her howling into her gag. To give her comfort, she got down next to her and took hold of her neck the way Geralt taught her, cutting off the oxygen until Yennefer stopped struggling again. The glazed, purple eyes looked up at her with hatred. 

 Ciri caressed her flawless white skin and squeezed her breasts, realizing for the first time just how huge her udders were under that tight black clothing. “They’re going to fit so many eggs inside of there…” she said aloud, mostly to herself. 

 Yennefer heard her and struggled violently again, till Ciri had to apply enough pressure to get her to almost pass out. “Shhh. It’s over, Yenn, it’s over,” she said lovingly. “Please stop. You’re going to move around and accidentally hurt one of them.” 

 The roaches were crawling not only over Yennefer, but some of them had returned to Ciri as well. She gasped as she felt their small legs moving all across her back, slowly making their way towards her breasts. Some of them remained lodged inside of her at all times, but Ciri spread her legs wide as she held Yenner and opened up her pussy to make sure this new batch got enough room to make their way in. 

 Yennefer was wrestling around on the ground and grunting in an attempt to speak. “I will take away the gag, all right?” said Ciri kindly. 

 Yennefer became still, waiting for her to do it. When it came out, Ciri could tell it was no longer the effects of her hit that were making her stammer and gasp but the cockroaches that were coming to infest her body.

“Ciri, let me go… At once… Release me…”

“I can’t do that, Yenn.” 

“Let me go, Cirilla, or I swear you will regret it for the rest of your life,” she vowed. “You only know a part of me. Do not ask to know the others. Whatever has happened to you thus far will pale in comparison to what I have to offer you.” 

 Ciri saw that she avoided looking down at her body, almost as if she were trying to pretend nothing was going on. Ciri could see one of the roaches moving through Yennefer’s hair until it reached her ear. 

“AAghr!~” cried Yennefer, trying to get away. 

 Ciri seized the cockroach and pinched it between her fingers, watching it move its legs helplessly. “The things they make you feel…” She laughed by herself. “It’s almost ludicrous.”

“CIRILLA!” Yennefer boomed, trying to put all the authority into her voice. But with her fully tied up and getting slowly infested, there was no real threat. 

 One of them must have hit something inside of her, because Yennefer’s entire body arched and then she began to snivel. “Cirilla, please… I’m begging you…” 

 Ciri almost felt bad for her now, but what could she do? “I told you to go.”

“I’ll go,” Yennefer swore. “I’ll go, I’ll go, just untie me and you’ll never see me again. I’ll leave you here to rot with these creatures…” As another came towards her lips, she closed her mouth and sobbed quietly. “Phleashe… Shiri…” 

 Why is this turning me on so much? Ciri wondered. They have truly ruined me. My body and soul. Yennefer was delusional to think there was any going back to society. She just needed to learn the same lesson. 

 Ciri set Yennefer down on the ground as she wept. 

 For a brief moment, she could see the hope in Yennefer’s eyes. 

 Then Ciri lowered herself on top of her face. Yennefer panicked as Ciri’s cockroach-infested pussy lips caressed along her nose and lips, but could do nothing to stop it. Meanwhile, Ciri rested just on top of Yennefer’s mouth, then grabbed her nose to make sure it would open. 

 The sorceress gave a final tormented closed-mouthed scream, then opened reluctantly when she ran out of oxygen. Ciri grinded her pussy against the open mouth, allowing the cockroaches slippery with her juices to fall past Yennefer’s lips as she shrieked and struggled to spit them out.

 It was so funny to watch her try to resist. Didn’t she understand there was no way out?

 After a while Yennefer became so exhausted that she no longer managed to keep up. Her mouth was getting stuffed with cockroaches while Ciri grinded against it, squeezing her own breasts till she could feel the cockroaches inside of them wriggling from the pressure.

“Use your tongue,” she ordered Yennefer. When it didn’t happen, she slapped the sorceress. “Use it!” she commanded. 

 Where this dark energy came from she herself wasn’t sure of. All she knew was that she wanted the pleasure this moment had to offer, and with how little there was to look forward in her life going forward, she was going to steal it selfishly no matter what it did to the sorceress. 

 Fully broken down and weeping, Yennefer lapped up and stroked her pussy’s lips and sucked the cockroaches out of it into her own mouth. 

 Ciri thought she had reached the zenith of pleasure when giving birth several nights before, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. “You feel so good, Yenn… I’m not surprised Geralt enjoys your company.” 



 The morning air was chilly.

 Yennefer woke up naked and still tied up, and opened her eyes to see Cirilla cuddling her from the front. I thought of you as my own daughter, she wanted to say. Now all she desired was to tear her apart limb from limb. 

 But first she needed to get out of here somehow before… before it got worse. 

 Yennefer didn’t need to look down to know what was happening to her body. Feeling them inside of her was enough. 

 There was no way she could’ve imagined anything feeling so vile, no matter what dark horrific scenario she stole from fairy tales. 

 I need to get out of here, thought Yennefer. As fast as possible. 

 But as she lay there trying to remain single-minded, it was impossible not to think of what was happening to her. She knew it was better not to look down and check her body out, but her grim curiosity got the better of her… 

 They were crowded around her nipples. But the slim, pink nipples she was used to, even when they were enlarged from arousal, were now triple in size. Her breasts were swollen at least to double what they were as well, and she could see bumps writhing as they moved through her, getting ready to deposit their eggs. 

 That she hadn’t been able to feel that was a blessing, but now she just gagged. For a moment Yennefer thought she was throwing up and tried to swallow it back down. But then even once she had relaxed, she could still feel the lump in her throat. She panicked once she realized it was moving and tried to force it out, then felt small black legs clutching at her tongue before she spit the thing out.  

 The massive cockroach gleamed with her spit and took a few moments to get its bearings, then continued its progress across her body. No, thought Yennefer, no, no, no… 

 What was this living hell?

 The white-haired bitch was still deep asleep, so there was a chance to figure a way out of here. In her current position there was no way for her to cast a spell, but if only she got her hands free then she could start working on getting herself out of there. 

 Yennefer shifted back against the stone wall, looking for any part that was chipped and rough enough to rub against. After a long search, she found a jagged edge she could use and slowly began to move her binds back and forth to wear them down. 

 The cockroaches were doing something to her. 

 Yennefer gasped and bit her lip, refusing to admit to herself that what she felt was, in fact, arousal. They were grinding against her insides and filling up both her holes in a way that nothing else ever had. And though there were enough of them inside to raise her belly, more of them were trying to get in, rushing to deposit their eggs and make them hers.

 Fuck, she thought, a little drool slipping from her open mouth. 

 Across from her, Ciri turned on her back and started moaning. She was still asleep, but the roaches were working their magic and making her come as she lived out her fantasies in her dreams. 

 This damned whore, thought Yennefer. All she needed to do was warn us of what was happening to her and all of this could’ve been avoided.

 Too late for that now though. Oh, far, far too late for that now…

 Yennefer’s own body was starting to convulse as her orgasm came. She closed her eyes and tried to suppress it, but it was so intense that she mewled helplessly anyway. Ciri opened her green eyes and glanced over at her, smiling stupidly. In that moment, she almost resembled Geralt after sex, and that was disturbing.

“Yenn…” she said in a low tone. “You feel it too, don’t you? It’s good… So good!~” Ciri breathed in deep and squeezed her breasts again. “I think I have more of them coming soon. It’s good you came. I don’t think one person would’ve been enough for them anymore…” 

 Yennefer took it nice and slow and tried to keep her distracted. “You’re right, it’s not that bad.” 

 Who ever knew that it would take so damn long to break the fabric of her garments? They ripped so often that it drove her crazy, but now it was difficult to break them loose? Come on! 

 Ciri’s entire body looked inflated compared to the day before, from her pregnant stomach to her chest. They were laying their eggs inside of her again. 

“Doesn’t it hurt?” asked Yennefer.

“No, not anymore…” Ciri smiled bashfully. “It’s so strange to have you here, Yenn.”

“I bet.” 

 Finally! Yennefer could feel her hands go loose but kept them behind her. Ciri was so dazed that she lifted her legs up and untied the knot at ankles. Now fully free, Yennefer eyed Ciri with a murderous glance.

“Yenn?” asked Ciri. “Is everything all right?” 

 The sorceress did not even want to use magic. Not after last night. She got on top of white-haired cockroach whore and dug her fingers into her neck, choking her as hard as she could. “I was nice to you!” Yennefer yelled. “But this is what you do? Oh, Cirilla… you wanted to be left alone? You have no idea how alone you will be soon enough. I promise you!” 



 A year later…

 Yennefer woke up to feel the warm sun falling upon her naked body. The window was wide-open, but there was no one to disturb her here at her new estate. Only the occasional traveler passed by, but apart from that it was only her servants. 

 The other side of her bed was cold; but that was fine. She did not need companions. Though Geralt would be coming to visit soon enough, she could feel it.

 Unfortunately, she did feel aroused…

 In decades past, this would’ve been the right time to use a dildo or even her hands if she was feeling delicate and lazy. This time, though, she opened the drawer by the bedside table and pulled out a small black box. 

 Inside of it were several cockroaches, all in a dormant state beneath the glass. Out of the ones she had experienced thus far, these were her favorites, and Yennefer had ensured she could keep them around to play with whenever the moment came. She removed the glass, then grabbed the biggest one and slid it inside of her pussy. Another one of the smaller ones she placed into her ass. Then, the final five she placed between her tits and pressed them between her cleavage. 

 After a couple of minutes of breathless anticipation, she could feel the large one inside her pussy starting to move. It was followed by the one inside her ass, then she glanced down and saw the ones between her breasts waking up too. She released her tits and let them fall to the side of her torso, then watched as the roaches advanced to her nipples. The smallest of the bunch immediately squeezed through her nipples and rushed into her breasts, while the larger ones caressed the surface of her nipples with their palps. 

 Yennefer shuddered all over and covered her mouth. “God,” she whispered. 

 All it would’ve taken to come was to touch herself, but Yennefer did not want to rob herself of a long build-up. Instead she got out of bed and got dressed, leaving them inside of her where they would be for the entire day until she came back to bed. 

 Nowadays, it was no issue. After she got away from Ciri it had only taken her a week to discover a way to rid herself of the insemination. Two days of bathing in the right alchemical purifier had killed off everything. 

 But she could never quite get over the pleasure she had felt in that cave. That was when she allowed herself the pleasure of experimentation and used only a few, making sure they were washed and performed, but still able to perform. Nowadays, the use of cockroaches became routine. Yennefer was even writing a pamphlet about the issue that would remain anonymous, in part to teach other women how to avoid losing their minds to them, but also to give them a chance to experience true pleasure without being at the mercy of a dumb man.

“Good morning, Lady Yennefer,” said the servant girl as she came down. 

 The young blonde was so innocent that Yennefer thought of slipping one of her friends into her bed at times. But she wouldn’t ever do such a thing to someone that didn’t know better. “Is something wrong?”

“That man is here.”

“Geralt? Really? Where is he? Bring him in.” 

 Yennefer headed over to the breakfast table and started peeling an orange. Geralt showed up soon after, grinning as he saw her. “Still enjoying your endless vacation away from the world?”

“It’s not away from the world, it’s away from you, to be specific. And, yes, I am. What are you doing?”

 He sat down and grabbed an apple, but did not bite into it. “Just came back from Novigrad. Went asking around for Ciri.”

“Any luck?” 

 He shook his head gravelly. “I don’t know. Maybe she’s dead.” 

“I’m sure she’s fine. Don’t lose hope yet.” Yennefer rose from the table and strolled over, then gave him a long kiss on the mouth. “I’ll go tell Liza to prepare you a bath. Relax. Take a nap. You can even take her with you if you want.”

 Geralt sniffed darkly and scrutinized. “You’re in a good mood.” 

“I am. I just have some… sorceress matters to deal with, then I’ll come see you.”

 Geralt moved his hands under her robe until they felt her naked ass. “Alright.” 

 Yennefer could feel the roaches inside her breasts and bit her lip as she watched him go, waving flirtatiously. 

 She waited until Geralt went out of view, then went to the door that led to the basement. It was one area in the house that no one was allowed in except for herself, and there were both physical as well as magical precautions to ensure that. 

 Yennefer lifted the locks, then strolled down the stairs till she reached the subterranean cool. She grabbed the lamp hanging there and proceeded deeper inside. Already she could see small dark shapes scurrying about. 

 There was one more door with intricate locks that needed to be removed, but she took care of those, too, then opened. 

 She could hear light moans coming from inside. 

 The light first caught the flexing white toes, then moved up until it illuminated the entirety of Ciri’s body. 

 She was chained from the ceiling, unable to even set foot on the ground. Her breasts had become so immense from the constant use that they were swollen far beyond what her slender frame could support. Even now, they were writing powerfully as a whole colony of roaches had deposited their eggs inside of her. 

 Yennefer got close and ran her fingers along the breast, feeling the violence inside. Ciri could not even speak. The only thing that told Yennefer whether she was aroused or in pain was the tone of her gasps and moans.

“Geralt is here to visit me,” she said. “I think I’ll take him out for a picnic. I don’t think I require his services anymore, but I wouldn’t want him so poorly of me. He’s still looking for you, you know. What a shame.” 

 Ciri’s whole body convulsed as she came and Yennefer caught the drip of her juices as they fell down her leg. Though there was pleasure on her face, the pain in her eyes was deep. “Pl… Pl… Please…” she managed to get out.

 Yennefer gave her a playful slap. “You’ll be fine. There’s nowhere for you go, my dear Cirilla. Your children need you. Plus, I’m running some experiments with this new batch. I’m trying to see what would happen if they become a little… rougher.” Yennefer smiled politely. “I’m sure you’ll tell me how it goes. Anyway, enjoy the rest of your day.” 
 Yennefer took one last look at the swollen white body, the breeding toy of her new companions, then closed the door and locked it shut. I did warn you not to cross me.
