*Paying His Debts with Love is a fanfiction, not an original piece. Chris Jackson does not own the Witcher series or any of its characters. This is a free story accessible without a site membership and is not for purchase.*
A Lamb to the Slaughter?
He was unbelievably far in over his head. He was just a young hunter. Not a great warrior or ranger like his father before him, though he had his father’s bow. Unfortunately, his widowed mother’s sheep weren’t going to defend themselves against whatever beast or beasts that were picking them off.
As Caligor trudged through the knee-high brush and got closer to the thick woods behind his family farm, what his father did teach him in tracking paid off well. He was able to follow the tracks and the drops of spilled blood. Whether he had the strength and courage to do what was needed when remained to be seen.
After about a half hour’s walk, the young man found the final destination. A cave mouth nestled into the side of a slow-climbing and rocky hill, heavy with trees. It certainly looked like the mouth of a beast’s den. Taking his late father’s bow in hand, Caligor steeled his courage and headed into the cave.
The cave was pitch-black as he went further in, and the hairs on his arms and back of his neck, told him he was indeed not the only one in this cave. Then he stepped on something. It felt like a stick. In the crushing darkness, he couldn’t see it. His gut told him it was a bone, that he was deep in the lair now.
Caligor felt completely useless and defenseless. What good could his bow do him if he couldn’t see to use it? He was not his father, who stories say could hit a target in pitch-blackness just from where it breathed.
The young man stopped and closed his eyes, focusing on his hearing, on what he could smell. It was dank and mossy, moldy and altogether unpleasant. He could also hear deep breathing and snoring. He had crept his way right into the den. Into the heart of the nest of what had been stealing his sheep.
Before he could do anything, even draw his bow back, he felt something–a finger?–on his lips. In the quietest voice he had ever heard, a woman told him, “Don’t move a muscle.”
Saved by the Lion Cub
Over a few short moments, with eyes still closed, he heard the sound of cleaved flesh, a little whimper. He could smell musty copper, iron, maybe? In the deep dark, he couldn’t tell much about this woman. Only that she was a throat cutter, at least in this scenario. Why fight a beast head on when you didn’t have to? Who was this woman, Caligor wondered.
“Alright, let’s get you out of here,” he heard the woman say in a louder, more confident voice this time. Her accent was noble and refined. From the Continent? The East or Central, maybe. Nilfgaard? He had been saved by one of the Black Ones, and a woman no less.
As daylight shone bright on them again, Caligor had to squint until his eyes could adjust to the sunny conditions. The deep forest made it a slightly easier transition. “Th-thank you, milady,” Caligor said as he turned around to face his savior, and his jaw dropped.
The woman who saved him was stunningly gorgeous. Her features were sharp and regal, a long scar running down one cheek. Jade green eyes saw straight through his soul. He had never seen ashen white hair before, and it made her even more breathtaking to him. “What the hells did you think you were doing in there?” the lethal angel asked. She crossed her arms over her modest chest. “Caves are no places to traipse around in.”
“That beast–or beasts–had been taking my family’s livestock. Either it killed me or we starved. Not a lot of choice there, I’m afraid,” he said with a shrug. “What was that thing? Were there more than one?”
The mysterious girl shook her head. “Be thankful you didn’t see what it was. And that you listened to me when I told you not to make a sound. That was no monster you would wish to see in the light. It would have eaten your innards while you lived, had you woken it up,” she said coldly. She started to walk away. “Now if you don’t mind, I need to go take some of its teeth and turn those in for payment. Killing beasts with no fee doesn’t pay for an inn.”
Caligor’s eyes widened in recognition. He knew instantly who this woman was. “Y-you’re one of the Witchers, aren’t you? A monster hunter!”
“I’ve spent my life training with Witchers, living as they do, but I haven’t yet gone under the mutations.” She headed back into the cave. “Wait here,” she called over her shoulder.
Caligor only had to wait a brief time for the white-haired enigma to re-emerge, a small bag in her hand. “It was just the one beast?”
“Yes,” she confirmed. “There’s nothing alive in that cave, and that unfortunately includes your livestock. On the brightside, it won’t be getting anymore of your cows, sheep, or what have you.”
“That is quite the relief, at least,” Caligor said, following her closely. “Listen milady, I know you didn’t kill the beast on account of me, but I’d like to thank you anyway. I can’t afford to pay you, but my mother is off to town with a small group of neighborly traders. I would like to extend an invitation for you to stay the night. A warm bed and a home-cooked meal you don’t have to part way from hard-earned coin for.”
The Witcheress stopped and tilted her head to the side, taking in the young figure before her. “Very well,” she sighed. “Accompany me to the village trader, and then I shall follow you once I’ve been paid.” It wasn’t a question. This white-haired stranger would not be the one following orders. She was lethal, older than him, gorgeous and exuded a confidence Caligor never had.
“Very well,” he said and fell in step behind her. “I am Caligor, if it pleases you to know. My friends call me Cal.”
“Well met, Cal. You can call me Ciri. My full name is unnecessarily long and isn’t of importance to you,” she said with the smallest titter at the end.
Home Sweet Home
“This little cottage is not much, but it’s home, warm and safe,” Caligor said. He unlocked the black iron padlock on the door. Padlocks weren’t something every shepherd family could afford, but after Caligor’s father had been caught and killed unaware, it felt like something they couldn’t sleep without.
“It’s cozy,” Ciri said, stepping inside the comforting space, a small fire crackling in the hearth. “There’s only one bed,” she noted and set down her pack.
“I am aware of that,” Caligor noted and laughed nervously. “Because you’re the one who saved me, I was planning on you taking the bed. I was going to sleep in front of the fire.”
Ciri shook her head, a stern expression on her serious face. She looked like a warrior-goddess, the orange light of the fire casting shadows on her sharp jaw. “That won’t do, Cal. We’ll just have to share. I accept your offer of your bed, but I can’t kick you out of your own.” She paused for a moment, and then a knowing smirk graced her lips. “Have you ever shared a bed with a woman?”
Cal opened his mouth to speak, but Ciri raised her hand. “Excluding sharing this one with your mother out of necessity.” Cal closed his mouth and Ciri bit back a laugh. “I had a feeling.” She looked around the surprisingly spacious cabin. She tried to hide her excitement when her sharp green eyes caught the sight of a tub in the corner of the room. A small fire pit in the floor, and rocks around the side of it. The rest of the floor was properly planked, meaning this was absolutely by design, and a rather ingenious one at that.
Cal caught Ciri taking in the tub with its own source of staying hot. “Would you like a bath, milady? Supper’s already in the pot, but I’m sure I can find some way of keeping myself busy,” he said.
Ciri smiled appreciatively. “I would love a bath, Cal. If you show me where the stream is, I can collect some water.”
“There is a stream some ways away, but we have a well just behind the house. Please milady, while you are here, you must let me dote on you. It is the least I can do after you slayed the beast. You saved my family’s herd and no doubt my own life. It would be my honor to do such a little thing for you as to fetch water for you to bathe, Ciri.”
A surprised but very pleased smile contorted Ciri’s lips and made her eyes crinkle. “My, what a well-spoken sheep herder you are,” she marveled.
“I’m not just a sheep herder,” Cal mumbled to himself. He grabbed the buckets on the back brace and left the cabin. He was just a herder, though he would have liked to become a ranger like his father, but he had been robbed of that chance.
Just Who is Paying Who?
When he came back into the cabin, he nearly dropped the water. Ciri had already started a small fire in the earthen pit under the tub. He was going to do that for her as well, but what stopped Cal was that Ciri was completely naked. Not a stitch on, her lithe and strong body was cast in a beautiful firelight glow.
“I know you said you didn’t want me to lift a finger while you were gone, but I very much want this bath. I was willing to work to make it happen faster,” she giggled. She crouched down to push the just-catching few logs around. She was perched on the heels of her feet in such a way that her perky tits didn’t quite dangle, but the firm and roundness of her ass, the tight tone and strength of her thighs couldn’t be missed.
Cal stood there, heavy water buckets on his shoulders as Ciri stood back up and put her hands on her slim waist. She was completely immodest and unashamed. “Do you need help with that?” she asked. She tried valiantly but failed to keep a smile from her face as he shook his head and ambled forward before squatting low to put the buckets down. “You’re a strong one, Cal,” Ciri praised him, walking slowly behind him, like he was prey.
He swallowed hard when he felt nimble fingers brush his neck under long hair. “Farm work, and training on what my father taught me.” He gulped. “It keeps me strong.”
“That it does,” Ciri agreed with a purr, feeling the hard wall of muscles on his back. “I like strong men that don’t make a show of it. You’re a humble young man, hmm?”
“Y-yes. I suppose,” he stammered, feeling his mouth drying and his cock hardening. “Father always said a modest but earnest man is safest to trust.”
“Your father must have been a wise man,” Ciri said softly as she appeared in front of him again. Cal picked up one bucket, and Ciri the other. Together, they poured the water into the preheated tub. It wasn’t quite hot enough to cause instant steam. The tub was solid earthenware, well tempered, and showed no sign of warping or distress from the instant temperature changes.
“H-he was,” Cal answered, licking his lips as Ciri tested the water and then carefully stepped in. As she slid down, Cal ventured, “Would you like some of the dried flowers my mum keeps for baths? Makes the whole cabin smell good,” he added.
Ciri smiled softly and closed her eyes. “You’re such a good boy, Cal. That sounds lovely, if it won’t deplete the flower shop.”
“Not at all, milady. We’ve a whole garden and wild flowers live all around us. Our herb closet is rich for cooking and smelling pretty.”
Ciri let out another smile. This boy was just too damned adorable. “You’re too precious for this world, Cal. I’m glad I found that beast before you could have woken it. Fighting a thing like that… even if you had survived…”. She trailed off, seeing things she hoped to all the gods someone like Cal never would. “Well I’m just glad things worked out the way they did,” she said, ending abruptly.
Ciri luxuriated in the deep tub, the water good and hot but the tub wasn’t quite burning. She had stoked the fire with the expertise of someone who had lived by camp fires as much as they had lived away from them. The tub would stay hot and so gradually cool without scalding her or worse.
With Ciri soaking in water up to her shoulders, Cal tried not to make any big deal of it as he sprinkled flowers over the water. Ciri hummed appreciatively as the aromatic smells filled the cabin. “This… this is better than any inn, Cal. Thank you for this,” she murmured, feeling sleepy even. He put the jar back on a shelf and went to check the stew. “I should have asked earlier before you saw me wrapped in just skin, but how old are you, Cal?”
“Me? 19, milady.” He paused and chuckled. “And I know better than to ask you the same question. Last thing I need is to be run through with that sharp sword of yours.”
Ciri laughed, a light and tinkling sound, almost musical and definitely whimsical. “I could never hurt you, Cal. You’re much too sweet.” She looked down and saw that he was starting to tent a little. It had to be the proximity of a beautiful, naked girl giving him all of her attention. “There is something I bet you could run me through with, however.”
Cal spluttered and spit out the spoonful of soup he was trying. “Erm, well, I-I don’t know about that,” he said anxiously. “I’ve never, uh, I can’t say that I’ve, well….” He slurped loudly on another spoon of soup. “Dinner’s ready, lovie,” he said, using an affectionate term his mother had used without thinking about it. It made him blush even deeper.
Ciri erupted into a fit of giggles. “You are just too cute, Cal.” She slowly rose from the water like something out of Cal’s dreams. The young man couldn’t help but stare as the lightly steaming water poured off of her. “That smells delicious, Cal. I’m very excited to try your cooking. If your skill at a hearth is anything to match your hospitality, my tastebuds are in for a treat,” she said softly. She closed the distance between them and made no effort to reach for a towel or her clothes. Instead choosing to dry off slowly and naturally. She caught the way he licked his lips. The way his eyes followed a particularly fat water drop run down from between her gently rounded breasts and down her tight belly before disappearing between her legs.
“I get the feeling you wouldn’t mind if I took all night to dry,” she said with a knowing smirk. “You haven’t seen a lot of girls in their skins, have you?” she asked as she held a bowl while he ladled a pork, lentil and barley soup into it, seasoned with fresh herbs that made Ciri’s mouth water. “I may have saved your life, but I feel like I’m starting to rack up a debt here, Cal,” she said playfully.
“Well I won’t take your money because you refused to hear of taking mine,” he laughed as he poured his own bowl. He had to force himself to take his eyes from Ciri’s body, and it silently answered her question about if he had seen a naked woman before.
No Trade Backs
“I guess I’ll have to pay you in something other than coin then, if that’s not on the table. Maybe I’ll have to take something from you, but once it’s mine, it’s gone,” she said, smiling at her own riddle. She watched as the paths in Cal’s head worked, and then his eyes shot wide.
“Milady,” he said quietly, his face beet red and not all from the heat of the fire. “You can’t surely mean, you don’t want…” she left him speechless yet again.
Ciri set her bowl down, knowing she should either make it as obvious as possible or snuff out the candle sooner than later. “Look Cal, you’re sweeter than a strudel and you’re absolutely adorable. Your face is easy to look at and your body is as hard as your heart is soft. It’s been a long time since I’ve done such a thing. I would be very kind, gentle, and patient,” she explained softly. Motioning for him to come closer, like she had the realm’s most valuable secret. In a whisper she told him, “And I happen to know what girls like.”
Cal smiled sheepishly and he set aside his bowl before he could foolishly drop it or spill it due to nerves. “Well that’s… as nice as that offer is, and you’re well, so….” Before he could tie his tongue any tighter, Ciri took his chin in her surprisingly strong hand and kissed him, shutting his whole mind down.
Luckily the young man had enough instinct in himself to kiss her back, molding his lips to hers, following her lead and mimicking what she did. His eyes shot open as he felt her warm and wet tongue brush his lips. He slowly opened them, and Ciri licked between and ran tongue over his teeth, making him shudder. The moment his mouth opened, her tongue was cautiously worming inside, letting him feel it and taste her but not trying to scare him off with too much at one time.
After a single pass of her tongue into his mouth, she slowly retracted the pink muscle and he chased it, following it to her mouth and she hummed appreciatively, impressed at how fast he picked up, and enjoyed it immensely.
When Ciri broke the kiss, she opened her eyes and found a pair of big brown ones staring at her like he had witnessed some kind of horrible attack. “Caligor, are you okay?” she asked him, her fingers on his cheek. Had she broken him already?
“Y-yes. Quite alright,” he said, clearly stunned. He swallowed for what seemed to Ciri to be the hundredth time. He looked down his body and saw that there was no way he could hide the effect that kissing Ciri had on him.
Ciri chuffed as her eyes followed his own down, and she saw the unmistakable bulge. “I’d say you’re more than alright, Cal,” Ciri said, thankful they had put down their soup bowls. It freed her to reach out and untie his pants.
“Ciri, what are you doing?” Cal asked, slowly stepping backwards, but it only helped the white-haired wonder to pull his ties loose.
“If you want me to stop, if you want me to put my clothes on, I will,” she said softly, her eyes searching his for anything other than understandable anxiousness. If she so much as felt fear or anything deeper than a young man being nervous for his first time, she would stop this in a second. First time jitters were all she saw, so without a word from him, she let his trousers fall, and his cock stood free.
Cal’s eyes shot down and to the side, unable to look at Ciri. He was too afraid of how she’d react to that part of him. Ciri was more experienced than him, and he was afraid he wouldn’t compare to her others. Would she laugh at him?
“Oh,” she breathed out gently. “Oh my, Cal. You certainly could run me through with this.” She kept a watch on his face as she carefully moved her hand closer, and then slowly, finger by finger, took him in her hand until she was fully wrapped around him. “There. How does that feel?” she asked with an encouraging smile as she carefully stroked him.
A sharp intake of breath escaped Cal as he felt a woman’s hand on his cock for the first time. And this was Ciri, the gorgeous Witcher that saved him, not just some farm girl or laundress. “G-gods,” he shuddered. “It feels very good,” he said, his answer making Ciri smile wider.
Ciri removed her hand, licked it, and quickly put it back before he could think he did something wrong. “If I tell you something, will you promise to believe me, Cal?” Ciri searched his face, and he just nodded as he stood there, like the hand job was a paralysis spell. “You have a very nice cock, and I would love to show you what to do with it.”
Cal nodded, tried to speak, but it was a cotton-mouthed jarble of syllables. Ciri shushed him with a finger and guided him to the bed.
“Be a good boy and lay down, Cal. I’m going to teach you some things I’ve learned over my travels.” With a flourish of a push, Cal was on his back, hard cock aiming up at a very naked Ciri.
Cal leaned back on his forearms, his lean muscled body angling as he looked up at his mistress for the night. “W-what are you going to do to me?”
“Only what you let me do to you, sweet boy,” she whispered as she knelt by the bed and pushed his knees apart so she could properly see his balls hanging between his legs, big and heavy, full of cum for Ciri.
“Are you really going to take my virginity?” he asked softly, like he was afraid of getting caught speaking too loud in an academy’s study chambers.
Ciri kissed one of his knees and then the other. She looked up at him from between his legs. “If you’d like me to, I’d very much like to make it a pleasurable and informative experience for you.”
Cal paused, taking his time to answer. “I trust you, I believe you know what you’re doing, and you really are so beautiful,” he said softly, earning a real and very sweet smile from his ashen-haired protector. “I believe I’m ready.”
Ciri laughed softly at him as she licked her palm again and started to stroke him. “I’m not asking you to follow me into battle, Cal. I’m asking you to follow me into bliss and pleasure.” With Cal unable to keep his eyes off of the vision before him, Ciri kissed up his thighs and then kissed around his hips, licked around the thin wiry hair, and then placed a kiss to the soft and sensitive underside of his cock.
“Oh Melitele,” Cal groaned softly as he was bombarded with the sensations of a gorgeous young woman treating him so carefully, so intimately. “Just those small kisses, it feels so good, Ciri!”
“Wait until you feel this,” she cooed and then licked a hot and wet stripe up the entire length of him, making him sigh and his back arch. “Oh ho ho,” she tittered. “You’re a responsive one,” she said coyly and then licked up him again, but this time angling his cock in her hand so that she could circle the rim of his engorged head.
“Oh, oh shit,” the young first timer moaned and dug his hands into the bed as Ciri kissed his piss slit that was just starting to release delicious precum. She caught the smallest drop on her tongue and then ran the precious bead around the crown of his manhood, making his eyes roll back with the feeling of her skill and dedication to make this a time for him to remember.
“Ciri, milady, please!” Cal’s voice came out harsh and strangled, like he was already fighting against emptying his balls.
Ciri clicked her tongue softly and started to kiss up his labor and hard living formed body. “Is someone close to spilling their seed for the first time?” she teased him, licking the shell of his ear and making him tremble in the tiniest convulsion. “Will you let me ride your big, hard and inexperienced cock?” she asked and then suckled on his pulse point. “Do you want to fill your savior up?”
He nodded vigorously, his hands finding their way to her fleshy hips. “Yes. Yes to all of that,” he said vigorously, and then he kissed her, which she readily returned.
“You might be turning out to be a fast learner, Cal. There’s so much I have to teach you,” Ciri told him, swinging her leg up over him to mount him like a horse. “Funny enough, your first feel of pussy is going to be the royal stuff. Unfortunately, this princess of Cintra and daughter of his royal Nilfgaardian emperor is going to ruin you for any girl your own age.”
Cal just watched Ciri’s hips as she slowly rose up on her knees and took a firm hold of his cock. She nuzzled the head between her wet lips and he sighed, his head falling against the straw mattress. They could have wool batting instead of straw, but that would have been wool they couldn’t sell. He stopped thinking about straw and cotton when what Ciri had revealed to him kicked in. He blinked and shook his head. “You’re who now?”
She ignored his question and braced her hands on his chest. “Here goes, Cal,” Ciri whispered, and then her heat was sinking down, enveloping him and turning it to his manhood. “Oh,” Ciri pushed out in a breath. “Oh Melitele that is a cock! That is a man’s cock!” she moaned as she sat down fully, all of Cal inside her. “That’s so nice,” she purred. She opened her eyes, seeing the young shepherd and hunter looking at her with the widest, all-consumed-by-her eyes.
“Ciri, Gods, Ciri, you feel fantastic!” He groaned and arched his back, pushing up into Ciri’s tight pussy and lifting her off the bed as his fingers dug into her flanks. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”
“I know you haven’t, young man,” Ciri laughed softly as she ran her fingers through the light smattering of hair on his chest. She began to rise up again, watching his face as he watched his wet cock slowly reveal itself from her gripping insides. “Enjoying the view?”
“Yes, very much,” Cal confirmed with a deep chuckle, and Ciri could tell his confidence was quickly growing. “Tell me what to do, milady. Teach me how to fuck you.”
A smile graced Ciri’s seraphim warrior face. “You’re a good young man, Cal. What I need from you right now is to let me enjoy this cock. Your first lesson is that if you find a woman who loves to ride, let her ride. Just move your hips with me, and let me play,” she finished with a wink.
Ciri clenched her pussy around Cal’s considerable girth and then she started to rise, making herself work for every inch she came up. “You have a wonderful cock, Cal. Never let a woman tell you otherwise,” she praised as she made it to the top, just his head still left in her heat.
Before she could come back down, Cal pushed his hips up, making her gasp. When he let his hips fall and his ass hit the bed, he pulled Ciri back down by the hips, impaling her on himself.
“Oh Melitele!” Ciri cried and threw her head back. “Yes, Cal, yes!” she moaned as she fell forward and kissed him. She ground her hips, rubbing her clit on his pubis and feeling the cymbal ridge of his cock head brushing her g-spot. “Just let me hump this cock, Cal. Lay there and enjoy,” she told him between heated kisses.
It didn’t take much longer for Ciri to cry into Cal’s mouth as she came, her body convulsing as she swiveled her hips in tight circles, moving her belly like a dancer as he swallowed her orgasmic moans.
“M-milady!” Cal said in urgency as he broke the kiss. “I-I’m about to….”
Ciri knew exactly what he was trying to say, and with quite the effort, dislodged his fat cock from her tight cunt. She straddled his thighs and with both hands she vigorously jacked him off, his balls rising and falling quickly with the effort. With a final gasp, his back arched and nearly threw Ciri off of him.
He saw little white and black lines blurring his vision. He couldn’t see for a moment as his legs started to kick. Ciri’s skilled and enthusiastic hands rung the cum straight from his balls and up out of his cock. Thick, pearly white globs of cum shot up and out of him, hitting Ciri’s face, her perky tits, tight belly, and the last few strands ran out of his tip like a river.
“Melitele,” Cal groaned and covered his sweaty face with his hands as Ciri giggled and used her fingers to scoop his cum from her body.
“You did wonderful for your first time, Cal. I’m proud of you, and I had a lot of fun,” she told him honestly before sucking the cum off of her hand. “And you’re delicious to boot.”
Cal relaxed visibly and put his hands behind his head after the positive review from his gorgeous teacher. “I’m glad I didn’t disappoint. Thank you for the lesson,” he laughed.
Ciri smiled at him, leaned down and kissed him with a gentle peck before laying next to him. “How long is your mother going to be away at the city markets?”
Cal chewed his lip in thought. “She only left yesterday. Takes a few days to get there, she’ll be there for three days, and then she’ll return. At least a week, I’d wager. Why do you ask?”
“My my,” Ciri said wistfully. “It sounds like we have plenty of time for more lessons.”