The metamorphosis
Panic, like icy hands, gripped her from the inside out, causing her heart to beat at a frantic rhythm. Triss's eyes widened with horror and incomprehension.
- It's impossible!!! - she whispered, her lips barely moving with excitement and trying to find a logical explanation for what had happened.
Triss stood up abruptly, and on shaky legs walked to the mirror in the corner of the room, surrounded by darkness and flickering candlelight. Her gaze slid over the reflection, stopping at the contours of a body that had changed unrecognizably in a matter of moments.
- How did this happen? - she repeated like a prayer to the emptiness of the room. - I was supposed to summon someone, not....
She nervously ran her hand over her breasts as if checking the reality of what was happening, her fingers barely touching her firm form
- My tits... They're here, - she whispered, barely holding back her sobs.
Her hand moved tentatively downward, barely touching “that thing” about between her legs.
- ...Here comes the pussy... - she squeezed her lips together, almost disbelieving herself.
She had even more questions. Her mind raced with thoughts of the ritual, its consequences and possible pitfalls. Girl remembered the words of the ancient texts, which spoke of the inadmissible mixing of elemental elements and how such a thing could lead to metamorphosis.
Merigold inhaled deeply, feeling the cold air fill her lungs, and exhaled slowly, trying to drown out the inner noise of panic that was increasingly shaking her mind.
- Triss, pull yourself together, - she ordered aloud, trying to put confidence in her voice. - What was important now was to put the fear aside and realize exactly where the mistake had been made.
She walked over to the candlelit table and gently unfolded the open book of rituals, as if she were leafing through the pages of her destiny. Every symbol, every line was imbued with the magic of the past, and now they could be the key to regaining her former appearance.
Several tense minutes passed in intense study of the text. The candlelight played on the pages, creating the illusion of movement and life in the dead paper.
- Oh, shit! - The girl exclaimed, slamming the book down on the table, causing dust to rise in a cloud. - I got the symbols mixed up! That's where this metamorphosis came from!
Realizing the depth of what had happened, Triss stared at the shelves stacked with books, as if they might reveal the secret of salvation. Her gaze fell on an ancient volume bound in dragon skin that she'd never opened before, "The Treatise of Ancient Metamorphosis". Her heart hammered harder: her intuition told her that the answers might lie here. With trembling hands she pulled it out, the dust rising from the pages a reminder of the centuries this knowledge had spent dormant.
With feverish speed she flipped through the pages, searching for descriptions of rituals that could undo the metamorphosis. The complex spells described in different parts of the book appeared before her eyes, from those that required sacrifice to those that relied on the power of moonlight. But none of them produced the expected results. After each failed experience, the room filled with the smell of burning herbs and incense, and Triss herself felt more and more devastated.
Trying to hide her growing embarrassment, the girl tried not to look at the unusual change between her legs, as if it might disappear on its own. Every movement made her uncomfortable, and she realized that this state of affairs couldn't last forever. It wasn't just an inconvenience - it was an invasion of her very being, a sensation she wished she could erase forever.
It was then, at the peak of despair, that the image of her black-haired and enigmatic friend surfaced in her mind.
- Yennefer... - Triss whispered, like a prayer. - She is much more experienced than me and can help.
With determination in her heart, the girl quickly dressed in the long green dress that always emphasized her grace, but today it only emphasized the contrast with her new body. When she glanced in the mirror, she saw her cock still bulging under the thin fabric, causing a new attack of shame and anxiety. Pulling her hiking cloak over herself as well, she concentrated on gathering her thoughts, preparing to turn to Yennefer, but the sudden surge of emotion caused a strange and uncomfortable feeling. Thoughts of her friend, of her support and understanding, suddenly triggered a reaction she least expected. The sensitive fold between her legs began to rise slowly, like a living thing responding to emotion.
At first, Triss didn't immediately realize what was happening. Her heart beat an alarming rhythm as she felt the fabric of her dress begin to strain and then deform. Her gaze fell on her reflection in the small mirror next to the megascope, and horror gripped her as she saw the 'it' between her legs heaving as if trying to attract attention.
- No, no, no... - she whispered, trying not to breathe or move, as if the slightest movement might intensify this unperceived phenomenon. Cold sweat protruded on her forehead and her thoughts jumbled in panic. - Why?... Why now?
This suddenness seemed so overwhelming and frightening that Triss momentarily forgot her reason for turning to Yennefer. She was seized by a wild desire to hide, to disappear so that no one would see this shameful change.
- “How to explain? How do I even talk to her if it's ... like this?” - Was running through her head.
Desperate for control, she tried to focus on something else, anything that would lessen the arousal. But the thought of Yennefer seeing her like this seemed unbearable.
- Hey, Triss. What can I do for you? - Yennefer's voice broke the silence abruptly.
Triss, still reeling from her own body's sudden reaction, hurriedly turned away hoping her friend hadn't seen her 'metamorphosis'.
- Yenn, - Merigold said, blushing. Her voice trembled treacherously. - I've... I've run into a... a rather difficult situation. You could say that I have a... a 'big' problem.
Yennefer's discerning gaze, immediately caught the confusion and tension in Triss's posture. However, focusing on her friend's facial expression, she noticed nothing unusual about the area that was so embarrassing to Triss. Yennefer, accustomed to the variety of magical phenomena, was absorbed in emotions and words rather than the details of the physical condition.
- Tell me what happened. For you know I can see through most of your secrets, but not in this case, - Her ironic remark was more about hidden thoughts and fears than physical condition.
- Apparently, you worry more than you need to, - she continued, noticing Triss effort to stay out of direct stares. - Is it something serious?
- Yenn, some things are better discussed in person, - Triss muttered quietly, feeling the excitement engulf her again. Her gaze was directed anywhere but at Yennefer, and she was clearly trying to hide something important from her friend. - Perhaps it would be better to meet in person. You can... Can you come here?
Yennefer rolled her eyes, but her smile read understanding and soft mockery.
- Oh, Triss, - she began, shaking her head. - Do you know how many times I've heard excuses like that? Whatever the problem is, it always gets solved, especially if we're together. There's no need to be nervous.
- Okay, - Yennefer agreed, seeing that her friend was really worried. - But it's better that you move to me. This is a tricky situation, you see, and my absence might be noticed. And I don't want any unnecessary trouble.
Triss nodded, realizing that this was a much better idea
- Open the potal when you're ready. You see? - Yennefer moved aside, revealing a view of a part of the room where an ancient map decorated with glowing symbols hung. - Here are my exact coordinates: northwest entrance to the forest, a beacon with a red and blue light. Guard will be there, he will escort you inside.
With those words, Yennefer retreated into the shadows, letting the magical energy fill the space around her.
- See you later, Triss, - she said one last time, and her image slowly dissolved into thin air, leaving behind only a light scent of lavender and the assurance of a successful solution to the problem.
- Why did fate send me such an ordeal? - Merigold asked herself quietly, trying to get her thoughts in order.
Triss noticed that the tension between her legs was gradually easing. The erection caused by the first waves of panic and strange thoughts of her friend began to subside.
- “Finally,” - she thought, watching the process as if it were a miracle of nature bringing her body back to a familiar state.
With a sense of relief and determination, she quickly raked up all the books she had been studying, stacking them neatly in her leather bag. She paid special attention to that ill-fated volume "A Treatise of Ancient Enchantments: Treasures of Forgotten Times" which lay separate, like a stumbling block.
The red-haired witch gathered her will into a fist and swung her arms sharply, as if drawing an invisible pattern in the air. A thin thread of magic flashed around her fingers, and the portal, like a living organism, responded to the call, opening instantly.
For a while, the girl stood motionless looking into the abyss of the portal. Fear and hope struggled inside her, but the latter won, filling her with energy and confidence.
Slowly, taking a deep breath, Triss stepped forward, entering the portal, leaving behind the dark room where her troubles began.
When the portal closed behind Triss, she found herself in the spacious courtyard of the castle where Yennefer was now. The airy swirls of magical sparks dissipated, and the girl saw a majestic view of the ancient castle, surrounded by high walls and flowering gardens. At the foot of the main tower stood a tall guard in armor decorated with the arms of Toussaint.
- Welcome, - he said in a low voice, bowing his head in respect. His eyes, clear and attentive, studied her with professional caution. - I am Grimar, guardian of the castle. Are you looking for the enchantress Yennefer?
- Yes. I am Triss Merigold, - she introduced herself, trying to hide her excitement. - May I ask you to escort me to her?
Grimar nodded and they headed deep into the castle, passing massive oak doors and stained glass windows that flooded the corridors with warm light. Triss couldn't take her eyes off these magnificent interiors. The high vaults, ancient frescoes, and exquisite wall decorations were reminders of former grandeur and luxury so far removed from her humble existence of recent years.
- "It's been so long since I've been in places like this," - she thought, remembering her downfall after breaking up with Geralt and defeating the Wild Hunt. A life full of adventure and hope had turned to loneliness and wandering through small towns and villages where there was rarely anyone in need of the services of such an undistinguished but rejected sorceress.
- “How did I fall so low,”- girl pondered, looking at the gorgeous stained glass windows and comparing them to the squalid homes where she had wandered for the past few years. The poor neighborhood on the outskirts of the large city where Triss had settled was filled with shouting vendors, dirty streets, and a constant sense of poverty. -
- “I'm, Triss Merigold, living among the ruins of my ambitions,” - she grinned bitterly, remembering how she had once had to make a living by fortune-telling in the marketplace.
Following Grimar, Merigold looked around the castle, where every element spoke of power and mystery. The rich décor, the ancient books lining the walls, and even the scents permeating the air spoke of a life full of meaning and purpose.
When Grimar knocked on the door, it smoothly dissolved, revealing a spacious room filled with light streaming in through tall windows decorated with colored stained glass. The air was drenched in the scent of lilacs and gooseberries. Triss froze on the threshold, struck by the beauty and sophistication of the interior.
The walls were adorned with antique furniture covered in rich brocade fabrics, and in the middle of the room stood a massive wooden table littered with scrolls of ancient manuscripts and magical artifacts. The floor was lined with a mosaic pattern that reflected the sun's rays, and in one corner of the room a fireplace sat cozily with a crackling flame.
- What splendor, - Triss whispered as she slowly made her way inside. Her gaze glided over elegant balustrades, golden picture frames, and glass cabinets full of vials of tinctures and powders. The love of magic and art was evident in every object, and the atmosphere of the room breathed calm and wisdom.
- It's still only just dawning and Triss is already rushing off to find adventure, - Yennefer's familiar sarcastic but warm greeting was heard behind her.
Triss, hearing friend's voice, froze involuntarily for a moment. A mixture of feelings, from excitement to slight guilt, swept over her, coloring her cheeks with a slight blush. Her brown eyes met her friend's steady but friendly gaze, and she felt excitement stiffen her tongue. She nodded her greeting and watched Yennefer move toward her.
- So tell me... friend, what could possibly make you take up my time? - Yennefer said, her voice full of genuine interest.
Merigold, choosing her words, began from afar, telling of how she had found the mysterious spell book and emphasizing one of the rituals described in it.
- What kind of ritual is this? - Yennefer raised an eyebrow questioningly, scrutinizing her friend's expression.
- The call of the perfect lover, - Triss finished, a note of defiance in her voice, as if defying all conventions.
Yennefer watched her in silence for a few seconds, her gaze sliding over Triss's face, trying to find answers to questions she hadn't yet formulated.
- A lover? Triss, are you serious? You certainly don't need one, - she grinned softly, but there was a flicker of concern in her eyes.
- I need! - Triss said firmly, stepping to the table and nervously fixing her hair. - This is my chance... A chance to be needed... Wanted... Because after all our adventures and battles. who pays attention to a humble sorceress?
Her eyes sparkled as she continued:
- After the failed mission in Kovir. every day seems gray and monotonous. Even the simple herbalists and peasants have begun to treat me as an afterthought. I've tried to hide my disappointment, but now... this ritual is the last straw.
When she finished her rant, Triss walked to the window, staring out at the horizon.
- You didn't tell me you were in trouble, - Yennefer began carefully, as if trying not to scare Triss. - Not once when we were talking through the megascope or in person. Even when you were with the Heralts and I in Toussaint, it seemed to me that you were... Happy.
She stepped closer to Triss, holding out her hands as if offering support.
- We're friends, aren't we? I could help.... Ciri... She asks about you a lot, she's interested in everything about us. She wouldn't pass you by if she knew you were struggling.
- I know, - Triss replied quietly, her shoulders visibly relaxed, though she still didn't turn to look at her friend. Her eyes were staring off into the distance, where it was starting to get dark outside the window. - I don't need comforting, Yenn. It's just... sometimes I seem to make my own difficulties.
Suddenly her voice trailed off, and she took a deep breath before continuing.
- After saving Ciri from the Wild Hunt... life seemed full of meaning, but then... I left for Covir and it turned out to be a disaster. I was used and treated like a pawn in their game.
Triss turned to Yennefer, her eyes full of unspoken words.
- There, in Covir, I realized I had lost respect. All because I trusted the wrong person. It was as if my mistake had erased all my past accomplishments.
- Oh, Triss, - Yennefersaid softly, coming up behind her and placing her hands gently on her shoulders. Her touch was surprisingly soft and caring, which didn't go unnoticed by Triss. In the two years since they had last met, Yennefer had changed. She had become more open and attentive, as if she had shed some of her former reticence and austerity.
- "Geralt... Did he have that effect on her? He has some special power in him - the ability to see through a person and accept them for who they are. I think he taught her to appreciate the moments of the present, not to shut herself in her own world of spells and books."
Images of Geralt and those difficult moments when her heart had opened to him for the first time came to her mind. She vividly remembered the night he'd refused to continue his relationship with her.
That moment had left a deep wound in her soul. Triss thought she would avoid seeing Geralt forever. She withdrew into herself, wallowing in the bitterness of rejected love. However, fate had it differently. Geralt found Ciri, but she was still in trouble, and in the face of the common threat, personal resentments took a back seat.
In those days, Triss learned to overcome resentment by seeing Geralt and Yennefer working together for the common good. Their efforts were focused on enhancing Ciri's safety and survival, and Triss gradually began to see Geralt not as a source of pain, but as an ally in defense of the one she so truly missed.
Remembering Ciri, Triss felt a special tenderness and pride. Two years ago, when they had last seen each other, the girl had grown into a young woman full of determination and wisdom. A surge of emotion swept over her when Triss realized that Ciri had given up her throne, defying her ambitions for freedom and loyalty to herself.
- “A true witcher!” - she thought, admiring the girl's strength of character.
Every time Triss remembered Ciri, her heart filled with nostalgia and feelings of affection. She felt acutely guilty for not being able to support her daughter Ciri at that crucial moment. Triss realized that Ciri had become not a friend to her, but a close soul mate.
- “Ciri, where are you now?” - she often asked herself, imagining her clad in her armor bravely facing new challenges, leaving her fears and doubts behind.
- So, the ritual... - Yennefer spoke again, bringing Triss back to reality, -Is it an attempt to bring back something that was lost in time? Or... maybe just a desire to feel like a living woman again?
The black-haired witch put a hand on Triss's shoulder.
- Maybe you should have stopped by the nearest brothel for that?
Triss's reaction, however, was unexpected. With a sharp reaction, she turned around and their gazes met for the first time in a long time.
- Okay, okay, - Yennefer said softly, feeling that she had found the right point and would be able to get her friend talking. - If anything, you can always count on me. You said it right. I have a lot of connections.
Yennefer waved her hand and a cozy space filled with magical light appeared around them. The air was filled with a magical aroma that seemed to take away from all the problems.
- But let's focus on solving the problem, - Yennefer said, gesturing for Triss to sit down and continue the conversation. - Now tell me more about what exactly happened. You didn't like any of the summoned lovers? Let me guess. Nucker or Drowned?
Triss, blushing to the roots of her red hair like a starburst, shook her head uncertainly, her movements timid. She slowly lowered herself onto the bench next to Yennefer, trying not to meet her friend's gaze. Her breathing was ragged, her heart pounding in her chest like a caged bird.
- No, - she whispered, her voice shaking like an autumn leaf in the wind. Her eyes were fixed on anything but Podrguy's face. - I'm... have a... well... well, here.
With an effort to overcome her inner fear, Triss hesitantly lifted the hem of her dress, exposing her knee and above, the place that had become the source of her pain and shame. Her gaze fell on the cock, causing her to feel alienated and hateful.
- “Shit, why did I even come here?" - Was scrolling through her head. - "What if Yennefer thinks I'm a monster? What if she not only doesn't help me, but ridicules me? What if Geralt finds out.... Or Ciri... “.
These thoughts seemed so heavy that her breath caught and her hands involuntarily clenched into fists.
Closing her eyes, Triss inhaled deeply, trying to stifle her inner cry of despair. Her palm, trembling hand covered her face, as if protecting herself from the outside world that suddenly seemed so hostile and incomprehensible. She could hear her heart pounding frantically in her temples, creating a rhythm that sounded like the pounding of fate, which had decided to test her in the cruelest way possible.
Yennefer, noticing her friend's confusion, only said quietly:
- Oh, - her eyes widened in surprise. - Not a lover, then.
For a moment there was an awkward silence between them, soaked with unspoken questions and hidden feelings. But Yennefer quickly gathered her thoughts and, overcoming her sudden confusion, resolutely approached the book she had brought. Her fingers, confident and quick, ran through the pages until they found the very section describing the ritual that could help. Her eyes flashed with sympathy and determination-she was ready to support Triss no matter what.
Triss, barely suppressing her excitement, carefully lowered the hem of her dress, as if trying to hide her vulnerability from anyone's gaze. She took a deep breath, gathering her composure before she spoke the long-awaited words.
- I found a book of counter spells for all occasions, but there's nothing in here that would work for me.
- And it won't work, - Yennefer confirmed calmly, her voice without a trace of judgment. - It's not just magic anymore, it's a bodily transformation. What's more...
With a slight movement of her hand, Yennefer summoned several ancient scrolls to life, which dropped smoothly onto the table in front of them. Fine dust flew from beneath the bindings, filling the air with the mysterious scent of history and knowledge.
- When I had to change my appearance, - she began, looking at Triss with genuine concern, - I sacrificed my fertility. Everyone goes through that, you know.
Triss stared at her petrified, her eyes wide with surprise and bewilderment. Her lips moved faintly, forming words.
- No, I've never done anything like that, - she answered quietly, hardly believing what she was hearing. - I... didn't know such sacrifices were possible.
- No? You mean you can have children? - Yennefer looked at Triss, genuinely surprised, her dark eyes glowing with curiosity and wonder.
- Yes, - Triss nodded, feeling hope begin to dawn in her soul.
Yennefer, as if awakened from her own musings, stared at her friend in surprise. Her lips curved into a slight smile of understanding and admiration.
- Wow, - she said quietly, as if thinking aloud. - It's not every day you meet a witch who retains such a unique ability.
With another wave of her hand, Yennefer unfolded the books as if the ancient manuscripts were coming to life under her touch. Magic flowed through her fingers, making the pages flutter and turn by themselves. She was absorbed in the reading, her eyes running over the text, noting important details.
Triss, sitting still as a statue, kept her eyes on her friend. Her heart was beating faster, every rustle of the pages sending a wave of anticipation and fear through her. She caught every word Yennefer said, hoping to hear confirmation that her problem was not hopeless.
- ...I sacrificed my beauty, - Yennefer continued, her voice growing more confident and heartfelt, -And in return I gained wisdom. And you... You sacrificed your body, hoping for temporary happiness, but the magic took your wish too literally.
- Tell me, - she looked up at Triss, - Did you do all the spells correctly? Did you mix up any of them?
- Wrong, - Triss sighed, pointing to a page in the book. - Here.
- Damn it! - Yennefer exhaled, lowering her head.
- I guess this doesn't bode well. Give me a couple hours, - she said firmly, opening the portal and disappearing into its shimmering rays.
Triss, hearing Yennefer's firm statement, watched in silence as she opened the portal as if cutting through reality.
Left alone in the spacious chamber, the girl sighed heavily, trying to distract herself from her thoughts. She gripped her knees tightly with her hands, trying to quell the excitement inside.
Ciri's smile reappeared before her mind's eye - so sincere, open and hopeful. Moments of their encounters came to mind. Triss felt strangely comforted as she recalled those moments. She said quietly, looking at the portrait of Ciri hanging in Yennefer's chambers:
- When this is over... when I'm rid of this thing... we'll see each other again, Ciri. I promise you.
These thoughts gave her strength and support, but the anxiety wouldn't let go completely. The anxiety was building, making her nervous. She sipped slowly at the tea on the low table, and soon she had almost finished the entire cup, as if hoping the warm drink would dissolve her fears.
But just as the last drop touched her lips, the door of the chambers swung open with the force of a hurricane. Yennefer emerged from the portal like the embodiment of lightning itself, carrying a huge stack of ancient manuscripts bound by time and magic.
- This is what I found, - the witch announced, tossing them on the table. She paced around the room, swearing and scribbling complicated runes on the walls and floor with soot, the meaning of which Triss couldn't remember.
- Concentrate!!!- Yennefer said as she drew the last rune. Her voice sounded confident, as if she were on the battlefield. Smoke billowed around them, smelling of resin and ancient herbs.
Triss, feeling her clothes disappear, reflexively covered her breasts and pubes with her hands as if protecting herself from an unexpected intrusion. Her cheeks flushed brightly and she instinctively recoiled, her eyes darting about, trying to find some defense.
- Triss, be open! - Yennefer shouted firmly, her voice insistent but full of sympathy. She stepped closer, holding a flaming magic wand in her hand that lit up her determined face. - Magic does not tolerate shame or fear. Only purity of intention and openness will help us complete the ritual.
Through her embarrassment and excitement, Triss tried to organize her thoughts. She realized that Yennefer was right - fear and shyness only hindered the process. But how could she overcome age-old conventions and recognize herself as vulnerable in front of a friend?
With slow movements, as if overcoming an invisible wall, Triss withdrew her hands, allowing the magical space to envelope her. She felt Yennefer's energy envelope her, filling her with new strength and confidence.
Magical sparks erupted like a sparkling waterfall as Yennefer began to recite the spell, her voice rolling smoothly across the old parchment pages of the manuscript. As she finished the last phrase, energy swirls swirled around Triss, drawing strange, shimmering symbols in the air. Yennefer hastily scribbled them onto the blank parchment, her movements precise and full of confidence.
As the last burst of magical energy subsided, Triss felt her body panting from the strain of the ritual. However, instead of the relief she expected, she found that her cock had risen. Confusion swept over her instantly and she hastily covered herself with her hands, feeling the heat of shame.
Yennefer, noticing her friend's confusion, hurriedly turned away, trying to hide her own embarrassment. Her gaze accidentally fell on the standing cock, and she nearly stumbled with surprise, but quickly collected herself.
- “That's not what I expected to see, - her mind flashed, mixing professional knowledge with personal confusion.
- So, - she began, trying not to give away her thoughts, - To get rid of this new attribute, you will have to experience orgasm ten times using it yourself. And at the moment of climax you will have to read these lines.
She pointed to the right lines of the manuscript. And without looking up she stepped sideways, making way for Triss.
- But, uh. How? - Merigold whispered confusedly, lowering her gaze to her feet, where a stone of heaviness now seemed to stand. - After all, I can't ... socialize with other women in this state. Is there really no other way?
- Who says you necessarily need someone else? -Yennefer smiled, her eyes gleaming slyly. - You're perfectly capable of doing this on your own. Do you want me to explain to you what jerking off is?
- Masturbate with... with this? - she whispered, her voice shaking with a combination of fear and bewilderment.
Yennefer nodded, realizing the complexity of the request.
- I know it sounds unusual, - she replied mundanely, - Magic requires full body interaction to release energy.
Triss's face showed clear confusion and dislike for what was happening. Her eyes showed clear rejection, and her lips were pressed into a thin line. Yennefer, standing nearby, tried not to show her own emotions, but the corners of her eyes twisted in slight admiration.
She furtively glanced at her friend's lush breasts, the rounded shape of her buttocks, and the slim waist that contrasted with her usually austere appearance.
Yennefer, whose own beauty had always been more refined and graceful, couldn't help but admit that Triss's forms made her envious.
- “Such powerful femininity,” - she thought, - ”Real power and strength embodied in every line of her body.”
Those thoughts, however, quickly gave way to the realization that she needed to support her friend at this moment. Yennefer watched Triss's thoughts and furtively glanced at her rock-hard cock. Then she thought of a plan that she was afraid of herself.
- Listen, - she interrupted, seeing her friend's confusion. - For the first time. I'll... Help you!
- Are you going to... Jerk me off... - Triss whispered, her voice full of doubt and anxiety.
Yennefer only smirked back, snapping her fingers and the dress on Triss disappeared, leaving her completely naked.
- "I hope you know what you're doing,” - Triss's mind raced.
Yennefer's fingers gently circled her cock and then she leaned down and began circling it with her tongue, causing Triss to feel sensations she was experiencing for the first time in her life. Exciting, previously unexplored waves of pleasure rolled through her body.
- Oh, fuck... - Triss whispered, her breathing becoming ragged.
- Don't get distracted, - said Yennefer, licking her lips, her movements confident and skillful. She moved even closer and took Triss's cock in her mouth, causing new, unseen explosions of pleasure.
Yennefer, immersed in the process, seemed to enter a special state where professionalism and passion merged. Her eyes, usually cold and analytical, now radiated passionate curiosity and focus. Every movement of her hands and lips was thought out and executed with flawless technique. Triss couldn't help but notice how her friend's experience and confidence made the act a true art form.
The lewd sounds made by Yennefer were not just part of the process, but a kind of music accompanying the ritual. The sound of her swallowing, mixed with the sound of her breathing, created an atmosphere of intimacy and frankness that made Triss experience unfamiliar depths of sensuality.
- Oh, my God... Yenn... What are you doing to me,- Triss barely audibly said, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and delight.
- Relax, - Yennefer replied, pulling away from his cock. - We're just experimenting!
Triss watched Yennefer's face, which was completely absorbed in the process. The fire of passion and professionalism flickered in her eyes, making Triss realize why Yennefer had such a reputation among men. Her mastery of the art was not just impressive, but truly enchanting.
- “How she knows how to focus,” - Triss thought as she felt each wave of pleasure soak through her body. Her hands reached for Yennefer's dark hair on their own, trying to hold her closer.
Triss's body responded to every movement, muscles tensing and relaxing to the rhythm of her breathing, and the inevitable tension building inside. Triss's hands were digging into Yennefer's shoulders, balancing the desire to fall and the urge to stay on the edge.
The sensations were so strong that Triss felt both shame and gratitude.
- “How strange,” - she thought, - ”I, who have always sought independence and control, suddenly find myself in the hands of another woman, surrendering to her will and skill."
- I... now... - Triss whispered through clenched teeth, her breathing becoming ragged.
- Quick, read the spell! - Yennefer reminded, taking a moment to break away from her lesson, her eyes full of anticipation and encouragement.
Yennefer, sensing the peak approaching, sped up her movements, her lips working with feverish intensity. Triss, gathering the last vestiges of her will, tried to concentrate on the words of the spell that resounded in her head, merging with the pulsation of her blood.
Merigold strained her vision and looked at the parchment. The texts danced before her eyes, but with an effort of will, she was able to focus. The words of the ancient spell burst from her lips, merging with the flow of magical energy. In an instant, she felt the magical power and physical release come together in a powerful release of energy. Triss climaxed, her seed falling onto Yennefer's face, and she bit her lip in embarrassment.
As the first jets spurted outward, Triss spoke the words, and a bright glow erupted around them. An energy vortex picked up the flow of magic, mixing it with the physical release.
A few seconds later, Triss, still stunned, sat on the edge of the table, looking at Yennefer with gratitude and confusion. Her heart was still racing, her thoughts jumbled like leaves in an autumn whirlwind.
- Thank you, Yenn!..- she whispered, her voice hoarse from the experience.
- Oh, don't thank me, I've had a lot of fun watching this process myself, - Yennefer said, smiling. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and her delicate features expressed genuine pleasure. - Look, you have a mark on your choker. It really does seem to have a special meaning. So...
- So first time's a charm, - Triss answered for her, swallowing nervously. Her fingers absently touched the necklace.
- I never thought my mistake in the ritual would end in such an... in such an unusual way, - she admitted, her eyes meeting Yennefer's. - All this time I've been studying, studying ancient manuscripts, perfecting my spells.... And in the end... such an unexpected challenge.
Yennefer listened attentively, as she wiped her face gently with a napkin, her smile both soft and understanding.
- Well, given our general penchant for unpredictable situations, I guess that's what was supposed to happen, - she said, barely containing the laughter that rippled through her words, infusing them with warmth and friendly humor. - I never imagined I'd be giving my best friend a blowjob.
Both women couldn't resist the explosion of laughter that swept between them like a burst of spring wind. This laughter was not just a reaction to the absurdity of the moment; it was a catharsis, a release of tension and doubt from the soul.
When the laughter subsided, Yennefer waved her hand, returning Triss her dress.
- Thank you, again, - Triss said, her words now filled with a clearer realization of the situation, though no less anxious.
- I'm sure there are many more surprises to come, - Yennefer replied confidently, her voice sounding like a promise of support and understanding. - Besides, you should know that the lodge is a carnival of passions right now. They're using everything they can, including their bodies, to get the information they need.
Triss smirked and nodded, feeling her resolve strengthen.
THE END OF PART TWO