Chapter 1 - A Strange Case

 Dark clouds appeared over the horizon as they rode towards the village.

“Looks bad,” said Geralt.

 Ciri glanced at him sideways from her mare. “It’s just some clouds. Since when are you superstitious?”

“I’m not. But that doesn’t mean I want to ride all wet.” 

 Smiling as she rode next to him, she kicked him playfully in the shins. “Are you saying you want to race there?” 

 Geralt smirked. “Don’t try your luck.” 

 Gripping the horse with her inner thighs, Ciri held on tight and spurred it forwards. The white mare bolted down the dirt road by herself, leaving Geralt and Roach behind. 

 It wasn’t much of a race, since it turned out the village was just below as she left the forest behind, and by the time Geralt caught up Ciri and her mare were standing before the locked gates.

 Roach snorted as Geralt got closer and dismounted. Somewhere in the distance, it thundered. “All closed up.” He pulled his hood on and banged his gloved fist against the gate.

“Who’s there?!” slurred a voice from the other side.

“There was a man that came to Vizima saying you needed help.”

 Ciri dismounted and joined him. There was coughing on the other side and then the gates swung open. A drunkard’s reddened face loomed closer to get a good look at them under the shadow of their hoods. “Damn near night now, man. You come banging ‘ere like that, we’ll put a pitchfork through ye.”

 A cold smile played on Geralt’s lips. “I wouldn’t recommend it. What ails you?”

 Ciri followed in her mentor’s footsteps as the drunkard led them to a squat house at the edge of the village, far away from the other fine-looking houses in the vicinity. It was a dilapidated place of rotting wood, though the oak planted in the grassy yard was vibrant and growing. “I ain’t going in there. But she’s in there.”

 Geralt looked at the shadowy porch. “Who’s in there?”

“Elder Toma’s wife, Lisara. She got sick and we were told to put her far away from the others.”

“Sick how?”

 The drunk smirked but shook his head, then pointed a finger in his face. “You want to get paid, do ye? Go and see for yerself.” 

 As he waddled away - Probably back to the local alehouse, thought Ciri bleakly - she looked over to Geralt and saw his hesitation. “What’s wrong?”

“Man that came to Vizima spoke of a monster inside of her. If she’s diseased, then there won’t be much we can do. Still, you stay back here. I’ll go see what it is.”

“Absolutely not,” said Ciri decisively. “I’m going in, too. I’ve probably read more on the topic than you, old man.”

 Displeased, Geralt sighed and led the way in. The place was gloomy and cold, the windows all shuttered. On the ground they could see several cockroaches scurrying about. 

 “Hello?” said Geralt. “Anyone in here?” They went in separate directions, with Geralt going into the kitchen while Ciri took the bedroom. 

 The chamber was so poorly lit that at first she saw nothing. But then she noticed Lisara: lying on the bed, a naked female body, mouth open and convulsing rhythmically. Given the look of the place she expected an old crone, but the woman was young, more of a girl, really, with creamy skin and golden locks. There was jewelry around her neck and wrists that gleamed, and a gorgeous gown of silver thread draped at the end of the bed. 

 The girl’s entire body was plump and lush, the type meant for breeding a household of children, though Ciri noticed something off about her breasts. They were not only big but unnaturally huge for the size of her body and her nipples were far too dark for a person of skin as fair as that.

 The girl’s head lifted in panic from the bed. “Who’s there?”

“Ciri!” Geralt yelled. “Did you find her?”

“Wait, wait!” said Ciri, pushing him away. “She’s naked. Let me deal with this…” Looking him in the eye, she whispered. “She’s young and looks sick. Let me talk to her and dress her up.”

 He pursed his lips. “Be careful. Do not touch her without your gloves.” 

 Ciri gently closed the door. Looking down now, she could see that there were more cockroaches crawling about. They were on all the walls too, at least a dozen of them scurrying in every direction. Who would leave a poor girl like this? 

 Lying on the bed, the girl gently massaged her swollen breasts and moaned. Ciri came to stand over her. “What hurts?”

 The light brown eyes looked up at her lazily. Then the girl’s mouth shone wetly and smiled bright. “Nothing hurts. It feels like heaven. It’s the damnedest thing...”

 Ciri watched Lisara press her breasts and then tilt her head back, labored breaths leaving her small O-shaped mouth. What she was trying to do eluded Ciri; though she could see the hands were stroking the breasts all the way down to the enlarged and darkened nipples as if she were trying to milk them. 

 After a couple of attempts, Ciri saw the first drop of milk fall. That same drop moved by itself and went up her breast. What? Confused, Ciri grabbed the moving drop between her fingers. 

 It wasn’t milk, but a small, white, almost translucent creature. What in the world? 

“Oh, they’re coming. Oh there’s so many of them!” said the girl happily.

 The immense breasts writhed from within. Dozens of the same white, bug-like creatures emerged through her nipples as she cooed, just like the first. 

 What godforsaken monster is this? But their shape was not so different from that of the cockroaches in the rest of the room, though these were only nymphs. As they popped out of her nipples at a steady drip, her chest convulsed, till, by the end, they dropped almost a third in size.

 Ciri inspected the rest of Lisara’s body till she got down to her legs and saw that the girl kept them clutched tightly. Given Lisara’s ecstatic state it was easy to handle her, so Ciri pried the thighs open. Between her legs she could see a pussy stuffed with writhing adult roaches going up into her body.

 What the hell! Disgusted, Ciri took a step back and bumped against the door. “Ciri,” said Geralt from the other side. “What’s going on in there?”

 Ciri was at a loss for words. “I don’t… I don’t know.” 

“Let me in?”

 As she stood there, she could feel something tickling her thigh. She pressed against it and felt the cockroach there, trapped between her skin and the leggings, then tried to squeeze it back out with trembling hands. That alone scared her, but then she could feel another up her back and shrieked. 

 Geralt pushed the door open and gritted his teeth as he saw the girl that cooed as her newly-birthed cockroach babies decorated her body.

“CIRI!” Geralt boomed. “Get out of here!”

 Ciri ran out and got outside searching for cockroaches. She got every one out of her clothes then moved away from the house, utterly in disbelief.

 Geralt emerged a moment later and swaggered towards her. “I hope you didn’t get bitten by one of those things.” 

“No…” said Ciri. 

“Good. We need to leave this place.”

“What about… that girl? We’re just going to leave her like that?”

 Geralt narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. “It’s brutal, I know. But she’s going to be dead in a couple of days. The best thing to do is to let this run its course and then burn down the entire house. If these fools have any mercy, they’ll kill her - but that’s not a witcher’s job.” 

 Ciri gulped, thinking about that beauty. How did this happen to her? “But there must be a cure…” 

“Ciri,” said Geralt in a steely manner. “They’re not monsters. They’re parasites. They use the host to safely store their eggs at any cost.”

“But she’s not mind controlled by them.”

 He clicked his tongue. “Of course not. I thought that you read every book that Vesemir let you get your hands on? No, Ciri, they don’t control you, they just deceive you. You’ll feel hungry all the time as if you’re starving even when your stomach is bursting because they devour you from the inside out. You’ll feel happy even as your body is slowly dying, because that’s what parasites do - they find ways to live with the host until they take everything out of them. By the time the host realizes how dire it is, it’s always too late.”

“But they’re not worms…” she said, her voice faint. “They’re cockroaches.” Geralt’s explanation was insufficient. If only she could get back in there, maybe she could give it another go...

 He sighed deeply, looking over at the house. “In this case, I’m not sure what to say. She seemed to be… enjoying herself. It would be one thing if she didn’t know what was happening to her and just felt normal, but she’s in the final stages and still loves what’s happening to her.”

“Maybe it’s some mutant species.” 

“I doubt that.” 

 Geralt took a jar out of his pouch and showed her the captured cockroach. “I took one to check, but they look normal to me. Unfortunately, this may just be a case of insanity first and foremost. Worse than monsters, I know. But it’s not for us to fix any of it.” 

 As she glanced back at the house one last time, all Ciri could think about were those pale nymphs emerging from the abused young breasts. She let them lay eggs inside of her breasts. How could that be? Just thinking about it made her feel aware of her own tingling nipples and her whole body shuddered in fright.

“Come on,” said Geralt. “Let’s go before this storm catches up to us.” 



 That night they had slept out with the horses with a fire going all night. At least, Ciri did, though she suspected Geralt only pretended to sleep so he could keep watch over their small camp as she rested. She did not like him sacrificing himself for her sake, but after years of his stubbornness she had come to accept the paternal affection and respond with gratitude instead of trying to fight it. 

 What she witnessed was still present in her mind, and every time the slightest tickle came up her leg or arm, Ciri jerked violently, afraid that it was one of the cockroaches from before. Geralt noticed it in the morning and eyed her. “We’re far away from that place now.”

“I know.”

“There’s a river not far from here. If you’re worried you can wash yourself and the clothes there.” He gazed up through the canopy. “Looks like it’ll be a sunny day. They might dry quickly.” 

 Ciri shook the worry from her mind. “No, it’s nothing. I’m just overreacting. I’m going to be taking a long bath at home.”

 It was a good thing they hadn’t gone by his advice because it turned out to be completely wrong. The black clouds from the day before caught up to them and surpassed them, leading to a storm that whipped against them mercilessly from the front, drenching them from head to toe. “Seems you’re getting your bath early!” Geralt shouted with amusement.

 Ciri shielded her eyes, feeling bad for her poor mare. “So are you!” 

 They were so close enough to the city now that there was no point in turning back. They arrived at Vizima after nightfall, waiting sodden by the gates for the guards to let them get in. 

 When they returned to their current living arrangement, Yennefer ushered them in with a scowl. “You’re late,” she told Geralt. 

 Leaving a trail of rainwater on the floor, he gave her a quick kiss.“Don’t tell me you’ve cooked dinner.”

 She smirked. “You look like some stray dog off the streets. And you smell like one too.” 

 Ciri let them talk among themselves and headed up the stairs to her room. She knew the right thing to do would’ve been to take a long bath and cleanse herself. But warming the water would take time, and now all she wanted was to rest. 

 She lit the lamp in her room, then sat down at the edge of the bed, pulling off the water-laden boots with slow, tired motions. Then she undid her shirt. The exhaustion overtook her and she lay back, telling herself she would only rest before she went to take a proper bath…

 

 She awoke the next day with the sun shining brightly through her open window. There were birds singing in the garden right below the house and in the distance she could hear the chatter of the city, the clatter of moving wagons, and the occasional bark of a dog. 

 Ciri could no longer remember what she dreamt but it was a pleasant experience. Her whole body tingled happily. As she glanced down, she could see that her sodden shirt had dried with her stiff nipples poking through it. She nudged one of them and bit her lip, realizing just how horny she was feeling. It’s been too many days on the road… 

 Before anyone could disturb her, she slipped a hand down into her pants and started rubbing her pussy lips. They were oversensitive and ached to be rubbed, and as her fingers massaged them along with her clit in a gentle motion, a shiver went up her spine.

 Her back arched and she suppressed a moan, realizing she was close already. That must have been some dream... 

 She came quietly as she rubbed herself, gritting her teeth, then pinched both her nipples powerfully as she rode the orgasm till the very end. 

 Ciri relaxed, took steady breaths, her face shiny with sweat. 

 Geralt waited for her downstairs with Yennefer in his lap, giggling with one another. “Ciri!” he said. “You’re up at last.” 

“Sorry I woke so late.”

“Didn’t sleep too well?” he asked, leaning over the table towards her. “Nightmares?”

“Nothing like that. I was just tired.” 

 Yennefer’s purple eyes held her intensely. “Geralt told me what happened. That was a horrible thing that you witnessed. If you have trouble sleeping I can brew you something.”

“Brew her something?” Geralt smirked incredulously. “She’s studied at Kaer Mohen. What exactly are you going to brew her?”

 Ciri could sense the sexual tension between the two and didn't want to get involved in the playful spat. “It’s fine, really.”

 As they ate, she remembered that she hadn’t washed herself the night before but tried not to worry about it. If one of those things had been on her body, she would’ve felt it by now. 

 She spent the day reading and relaxing while Geralt went about his business, though her body was still oddly worked up from before. As her eyes skimmed over the pages of a Redanian history book, she could feel her hard nipples brushing against her garment and felt her trousers getting damp around her crotch. 

 Closing the book, she sighed. “Yenn?”

“Yes!” came the sorceress’ voice from the other room. 

“I feel tired. I’ll go take a nap.”

 Ciri headed upstairs and this time locked her door for good measure. She slipped out of her clothing and crawled back in bed, touching herself as soon as her back hit the mattress. 

 She hadn’t felt such an intense desire in a long time, if ever. It reminded her of the first time she had discovered that she could play with herself. Every muscle in her body reacted in unison and the juices flowed freely, sloshing around inside of her, begging for a dick...

 Biting down on the pillow, she rubbed herself again, faster and faster. She rarely put anything inside for fear of ruining the experience of being with a man, but this time she wanted it. 

 She slipped a finger between the drenched lips of her cunt and felt it getting squeezed by her muscles. Eyes rolling back, she fucked herself with the tip for a time, then drove the finger deeper still, her sweaty abs flexing up and down as she breathed violently. Her whole body felt so hot that she could have passed out...

 As the tip burrowed deeper into her pussy, it hit something hard. She was so inexperienced in matters of sex that she thought she had gone too deep for a moment, but then thought about her anatomy lessons and realized that nothing hard should’ve been that deep inside of her.

 Trembling, she moved her finger pad over the strange object deep... felt movement! Tiny legs clutching at her finger. Ciri shrieked and pulled out. She crawled away from the bed, trying to get away, but the thing wasn’t there, and was still lodged inside of her. 

 A cry came from below. “Ciri? Are you alright?”

 It’s in me! What the devil is happening? Ciri put a finger inside her again and felt that it was there. Shuddering, she looked around for anything she could use to get it out. 

 The loud thuds of Yennefer’s heels coming up the stairs and her haughty voice terrified her. “Ciri!” There was a bang on the door. “Are you alright? Sweetheart, I’m going to open this up if you aren’t.”

 Despite her state of terror, Ciri tried to put her training into practice and calm her nerves. “I’m fine,” she stated. “I had a bad dream. Please, I need to be alone.”

“Oh… Very well, but I’ll be downstairs if you need me… You can tell me anything, you know.” 

 For a split second, she considered telling Yennefer what was happening to her. But it was far too shameful. It had been irresponsible of her to go to sleep without checking herself first - then again, she never would’ve guessed that it would’ve crawled inside of her like this. 

 She found no tool that she could use,  and ultimately gave up and shoved both her fingers inside to grip the cockroach. At first she ripped one of its legs in an attempt to yoink it out and tears of frustration fell down her cheeks. “Get out of me!” she wept quietly and angrily. “Get out!” 

 Then she got on the bed and spread her thighs wide, burrowing as deep as she could go with her fingers. It hurt to spread them wide enough to encompass the cockroach, but she managed to get a hold of its body and then pulled out. 

 The thing was slimy with her juices, moving chaotically as she held it. It was half the size of her palm, so she had no idea how she hadn’t felt it.

 Afraid that it might get away, Ciri crushed it in her fist, her fury getting the better of her. “You bastard!” she yelled. 

 She noticed with dismay that it was not just juices dripping out of her pussy but something else. Small black eggs flowed out with her wetness. 

 Realizing that she had been inseminated, Ciri broke down and bawled her eyes out, trying to think on how to fix it. In the end she took a long bath and washed herself, watching in disgust as they floated out. She hoped she got all of them, but there was no way to be sure. 

 They’re inside of me, she realized. In my womb…



 When no more turned up in the next two days she became hopeful that she got rid of all of them. 

 Geralt and Yennefer noticed her strange behavior but thought it came from the shock of what she saw that day at the village. Ciri played down their concerns, pretending as if nothing were wrong. There was no way she could tell them what happened. What would they think of me? 

 At least the nightmare was over.

 So Ciri thought.

 So she hoped.  

 When nothing turned out for a week she allowed herself to believe it.

 But then one morning Yennefer was watching her and made an observation that chilled her. “Your breasts have gotten bigger, haven’t they?”

 Ciri had been so preoccupied by what was in her body that she barely paid attention to what it looked like anymore. “Did they?” 

 She hoped that the sorceress was wrong, or perhaps saying that in a bad attempt to cheer her up, but when Ciri went up and looked at herself in the mirror there was no mistaking it: her breasts had grown significantly, almost doubling in size. 

 How did I not notice this? 

 She squeezed one, half-expecting eggs to come pouring out…

 Nothing happened. 

 In the end, she reasoned that she must have been undergoing some type of growth that happened at the wrong time. That could explain why she was so turned on that day, too, since it could not have been from that stupid cockroach…

 Though the worry tormented her for a few more days, she pushed it aside, and a week later it was disregarded.



 About a month later from the night she found the cockroach, Geralt was talking about how it was time to leave Vizima. “Business is taken care of here. At least for another year or two.” 

 Ciri wanted to share his enthusiasm but could not. Not only had she noticed her breasts getting bigger over the last few days but they were lumpier too, and she became certain that she had been, in fact, successfully tainted with that cockroach’s filthy eggs. 

 They were inside of her breasts. She knew that. But she tried to keep her resolve and stay calm. All she needed to do was let them hatch, clean herself, and then forget about all of this forever. Geralt said as much before - it was disgusting, but by no means deadly.

“I think I’ll stay here for another month,” said Ciri.

“Why?” asked Geralt.

“Vizima is a nice play, and I’d like to be alone for a time…” 

 He and Yennefer suspected she had met some boy and said it was fine so long as she kept writing to inform them of what happened. 

 Ciri bid them goodbye and planned it all out: she prepared some letters, gave them over to a trustworthy innkeep to have them sent every few days, and brought provisions. 

 She headed into the outskirts of Vizima by herself and found a suitable place to go suffer through the horrors to come.

 There was a cave near a lake to which no path led. Ciri took the heavy bags of food she brought along and carried them in, then patted her mare. “Go back. It’s not safe for you here.” 

 She seemed to understand what she was saying and left as Ciri entered the cave all by herself. 

 To be here was a gloomy prospect, but she was prepared to let it happen. 

 Soon it will be over, she told herself. It will be over. 

 After what happened with the cockroach lodged inside her pussy, Ciri hadn’t been in the mood to touch herself since. But alone in the cave with only some foodstuffs as company, she became bored and thought of the wrong things. 

 She thought of a handsome villager accidentally finding her cave and getting friendly with her. Or maybe a filthy old man to take advantage of her. 

 Either way, Ciri gave in and fingered herself again, this time pleased that there was no longer anything inside of her. 

 She fell asleep after doing so several times but woke up the following morning with a strange feeling. It was like she was coming, though she hadn’t touched herself at all. 

 It was an unbelievably intense, almost painful feeling, one that, strangely, came not from her pussy but from her heated breasts. Looking down, she could see her big tits writhing from within and her swollen nipples leaking milk. 

 It’s happening, she thought. 

 Her hands went over her breasts, squeezing them gently, sensing the chaos inside of them. As a burning pain came from her left nipple - Ciri tilted her head back and screamed, unable to hold back the tears as she birthed her cockroach children. 

 She could follow the swollen bump as one moved up her nipple and then emerged, wholly black and dripping with milk. Ciri remembered the tiny, barely visible ones of the girl she saw and wondered why these looked so different. Stronger, fully developed…

 It was the most depraved thing she ever felt, but a strange feeling of pride swelled inside of her at the sight of it: Mine are healthier.  

 Ciri knew she should’ve reached out and crushed it, but some unholy maternal feeling kept her from it. By the time she decided what to do, more were coming, forcing their way through. 

 Her whole frame convulsed in response, and waves of pleasure overwhelmed her. Beaten down by the demands of her body, Ciri reached with a trembling hand to touch herself as her children all emerged. 

 As she fucked her pussy she felt something again and cried out in fright. Something gripped her finger, and as she pulled it back to look at it, she could see another small cockroach that had attached itself to it. They were still inside, she realized. The cockroach must have planted enough eggs that some remained lodged in her womb, impossible to get out, but had now successfully hatched.

 Her psyche broke under the strain, the combination of unbelievable pleasure mixing with her deep sorrow, shame, and disbelief. She wept as she came, still rubbing her clit with one hand while she clutched her hair in despair with the other. 

 The birthing process took hours and left her exhausted. At the end, Ciri just lay on the ground, barely breathing, her nipples stretched out and leaking while her legs were spread open to let her pussy breathe, now raw from how hard she had rubbed it down. 

 There were dozens of them…. Hundreds scurrying about the floor of the cave…

 I need to get up, she thought. Crush them…

 But she could barely lift her hand. She fell into a deep sleep and woke up when it was day again. 

 Most of the cockroaches were devouring the foodstuff she left by the bedside, feeding themselves. Others were moving across her skin, nipping at her body in a way that was almost… loving.

 Ciri saw several of them biting on her elongated and swollen nipples as if they were begging for attention. 

 Tears came to her eyes again as she thought about this nightmare she ended up in. These animals deserved to be killed yet her instincts all told her to keep them safe. I’m their mother, she thought, bursting with emotion. 

 Her finger reached out hesitantly and caressed the body of one of them. The head looked up curiously, its antennae shifting left and right. “Do you understand me?” Ciri asked stupidly. 

 It bit down into her nipple afterwards and the strength of its small mouth almost knocked her out. The others soon followed suit, biting down on her nipples as others moved to do the same to her pussy.

 Feeling an orgasm coming, Ciri scratched the stone floor with her nails. How do they know? How do they know?! It seemed impossible that an insect could know how to pleasure a human female. And yet that was exactly how they behaved…

 Ciri closed her eyes and let her children prod and nip at her flesh, promising herself she would do away with them soon enough. 



 Time passed with shocking speed. 

 Ciri could have sworn it was only a day or two that she was there in that cave until she saw that the full bags of food she had brought were almost empty. She no longer had any disgust in sharing food with her children, and could bite into a piece of bread with ease even after shaking the cockroaches off. 

 The nymphs had matured and were very quickly entering adulthood. 

 At this point Ciri knew she could not kill them. There was no way. But she needed to leave the place soon. The letters would soon run out and Geralt would start to wonder. 

 But she had been there for so long that her body felt weak. Even standing up on her own two legs was difficult. “Tomorrow,” she promised herself, getting back down on the blankets laid on the ground. “Tomorrow I leave…” 

 She was eager to spend the last night with her children and did not oppose them as their small mouths made her come over and over. Ciri went so far now in her affection that she swore she could tell them apart. Those she was most affectionate for she picked up and licked along their undersides, trying to pleasure them as much as she could. 

 With her legs spread wide, they burrowed deep inside of her pussy and made her whole body writhe powerlessly under their control, their hard bodies grinding against one another as they explored every inch her insides.

 It feels so good, she thought, her mind numbed and broken by the pleasure. Too good…

 Ciri was so lost in pleasure that she did not see what they were doing until she noticed that her breasts had grown so much that she could barely see past her tits as she looked down. Her belly was as large as that of a pregnant woman. 

 There was no doubt - her children were filling her up with their eggs. Her tits were so stuffed that some were stuck along her nipples, unable to fit inside the breasts. Reaching down and probing inside her pussy, she could feel the same thing… eggs deposited in her womb by the tens and hundreds... 

 Her mind almost entirely obliterated, Ciri simply put her head back down and closed her eyes, too tired to think about this. Instead she lay there on the ground, pregnant and swollen with their rich eggs, cradling her belly like a protective mother.

 I will have to find food… she thought.

 

 Incapable of keeping track of time or thinking, Ciri just passed in and out of wakefulness, tending to her children and her eggs, occasionally having a bite of food. When the last piece of bread was eaten, she was gloomy, aware that this was the end for them all. 

 Though now she felt sadder for eggs and her hatchlings that would need nourishment than for herself. 

 It seemed like starvation was almost guaranteed, until one morning she woke up and saw boxes of food filling up the cave. 

 The shock of it made her sit up. Who… brought… these… her addled-mind was able to wonder.

 Ciri crawled towards the entrance of the cave, holding a hand over her cunt to keep the eggs from dripping out of her hot and protective pussy. The adult cockroaches scurried over the boxes, eager to feast. 

 Looking out into the world, Ciri could see no one. 

 Perhaps it had been Geralt. Perhaps it had been a kind stranger. 

 It did not matter anymore. Just standing tired her out from the weight of the eggs and she had a feeling she would not be leaving this place too soon, if ever again. 

 Like any good mother, she opened one of the boxes to feed her children. 
