Loving, Living, and Forgiving, The Witchers Way. | By : J915WinterKing Category: +S through Z > Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Views: 6787 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: Jealousy, violence, hurt/comfort, love, war... Everything, starts during the Threesome quest, but definitely doesn't end there! Also, any character that I did not create for this story DOES NOT belong to me, they belong to CDPR. |
Well here it is, at long last we are KOVIR bound! Yes! I hope none of you thought that I had actually killed off Triss in chapter 13... That would be bad, I'd never do something so evil!
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Pretty hectic chapter on our way to Kovir, laughs and lols, and since it's chapter 15, also gonna be nice NSFW too, I think this is the best so far on that front. This chapter is... Different. This is still the same day as chapter 13, this one is mature for sure, adult themes and the like... Enjoy, gonna be good.
Chapter 15- Out of sync.
Same time (I've been putting the wrong POV every chapter haven't I? Sigh...) It's actually 3rd person.
(HINT HINT READERS: ONE MAJOR FORESHADOW in this chapter, if you think you know what it is, write in a review and if you're right I'll give you a cookie in the form of your choosing.)
Triss and Geralt gathered their things from their old room at the Inn, Geralt only having to gather his four total swords and a few bombs and potions, his extra clothes and armor he just folded into a carry bag and slung over his shoulder. Triss didn't have much more, mages didn't carry much with them anymore since they were constantly on the run... She just had a few dresses and her Sorceresses outfit to pack, she obviously didn't need to carry her staff because it just disappeared and reappeared whenever she wished. He carried all her stuff for her, being a gentlewitcher and all... (I have been spelling disappeared wrong this entire time...)
"Triss, how are we going to find a ship going to Kovir? This isn't the Novigrad port." Geralt said.
"I know, but for the right price you can get any captain to go anywhere." Triss said, sounding smart.
"True." Geralt replied.
"Alright let's go, hopefully we'll have some luck with ship captains in the port..." Triss replied, weary.
"Let us hope... Are you feeling better? No offense but you don't look much better than you did early."
"Yes, I'm feeling better, whether I am or not I'm not sure though, I'll be back to normal by the time we reach Kovir." She replied, confident.
"Hopefully... I never thought that I'd ever be asking this, but why can't you just teleport there?" Geralt asked, confused.
"Pfft, the portal hater is asking why we can't teleport somewhere... How ironic. Anyways, I can't teleport there because I've never been there, and since I've never been there I can't teleport there, I'm not Ciri." She explained, looking sad at that last comment.
"Oh, I suppose that makes sense, sorry..." He replied.
"Got nothing to be sorry for, if I had the coordinates I would be able to teleport there, simple as that... Just think of what happened in Aedirn, I aimed for Philippa, and I ate dirt. Because I didn't have the coordinates." She explained.
"Ugh, don't remind me of that... I get it."
"Only example I had, I don't like thinking of it either... Now if you'd like a more detailed explanation from a less impatient teacher on the workings of magic, talk to Rita." She said, and turned to walk toward the door.
"Pfft," is all he huffed in response.
"But I'm just warning you, when she starts teaching, she doesn't stop." She commented over her shoulder.
"Seems the type..." Geralt commented.
"Pfft, tell me about it."
They opened the door and walked outside. Rita was standing there, not looking impressed... Every other man that walked past glanced at her, interested. Haha
Geralt noticed this and turned to her to say: "I hear that Tancred is single..." and laughed, Triss did too.
Rita just blushed bright red and told him: "Stop it!"
"Come on Rita, you're no fun." Triss said to her.
"The jokes and teasing just aren't my cup of tea." She explained.
"Oh really?" Geralt asked and leaned down to whisper in Triss's ear, she looked confused but nodded.
Geralt cleared his throat and in his best Rita voice said: "Phillippa?"
Triss, in her best Phillippa voice said: "Hmm?"
Geralt responded in his best Rita voice again: "Want a cracker?"
Triss burst out laughing and Rita blushed bright red.
"Ok... Ok, Rita," Triss was panting, "I take that back, you're a barrel of laughs!" She exclaimed.
"Th-that... I-I must have been drunk!" She exclaimed.
"Really? You looked and smelled quite sober, and you obviously remember it, so I doubt."
"Fine! You got me..." She admitted.
Triss just laughed, when she calmed down she said: "Alright, let's find a ship." They all nodded and followed her.
There were a few ships in the port, they all looked like voyager ships, so they decided to start with the one closest to them. The captain was a tall man in his middle years, clearly a die-hard seaman, Skellige accent thick on him... He had decent clothes and a good ship which mean that he got money from somewhere, maybe from passengers? They decided that they liked the look of this fellow, and that it was safe... This was Skellige after all.
"Sir, our small group here needs to get to Kovir, can you take us?" Geralt asked him, sincere.
"Kovir eh? That be fur away from here, days trip!" He exclaimed.
"I can pay, handsomely." Geralt urged.
"Hmmm... How mooch we's be a talking?"
"How much do you charge?" Geralt asked, he's a witcher, master haggler.
"To Kovir? Long trip, so two thousand." The captain said, for them that wasn't very much at all.
"Great, when do we leave?" Geralt asked.
"Early mornin' " The captain replied.
"Three thousand if we leave now." Geralt bargained.
The captain pondered, and smiled. "Tis a deal."
"We want cabins too," Geralt added.
"Got no other passengers, so two hundred crowns per cabin for the trip."
"We'll take two, your best ones, please."
"I just cleaned and tidied 'em all, take yer pick." He pointed to the row of cabins, two on the sides and one big one in the middle down a short alley.
"Get yerselve's settled in, I'll gather the crew and supplies, we leave within the hour." The captain said to them, they nodded and he nodded. Triss and Geralt set off toward the biggest cabin, Rita took the one on the left.
When the sorceresses got in the rooms they immediately cast a cleansing spell on the room, even though the captain said he had cleaned them.
Geralt set their things down in the room, and propped his swords against the wall. "Triss, I was really worried about you."
She turned and walked over to him, she smiled and said: "Thank you, I walked into that all but blindly, at least I won't have scars on my back like Francesca..." She said, giggling at the end.
He didn't say anything, just leaned down and kissed her, he brought his hands up to her shoulders and kneaded, massaging her.
"Mhhmmmm, Geralt, yes, my shoulders are so tense..." Triss said, purring.
"Want me to give you a massage?"
"You'd do that?"
"Of course, take off your top and lay down on your stomach." He told her.
"Mhmm," she replied, smiling seductively.
"Triss..."
"Fine, I won't tease, geez." She exclaimed and walked over to the bed, she shed her all her clothes except her undergarments and lay down on the bed face down.
"Good girl," Geralt praised, grinning. She whined lightly in arousal at that, heehee.
He walked over to the bed, shedding all his clothes except his underpants. He got on the bed right over top of her, and settled over her on his knees right above her thighs. He leaned down and put his hands on her back, she sighed as he caressed her back and loosened her muscles, the feeling of his hands on her was far more intoxicating than the strongest wine. It made her feel so good, to be the center of his attention, soaking in his love and affection like a sponge.
"I wonder how many times Yennefer has made him massage her, for her own pleasure and relaxation, and then not even show any appreciation to him after... Mhmm, I can picture it clearly. Ahhhhh, he's so good at this! I should ask him that about Yen, don't ever like to bring her up when we're like this, but I have to know..."
"How often did Yen make you do this?" Triss asked, suddenly.
"Grrr... Often, she knew I loved her and would obey her, so she made me massage her back till she fell asleep, or until she grew bored of teasing me... She always acted just like you did at Kaer Morhen." He replied, unimpressed, it probably came out a bit too harsh...
Her eyes widened, and she instantly got that feeling of dread and guilt in her heart... He just compared her to Yen, something that she vowed she'd never let happen, because she would never give him a reason to... "Now look what you've done, good fucking job, Triss..." She thought, scolding herself.
He must have noticed her reaction, since she had tensed up, so he said: "Triss, calm down, I'm not mad at you, and I don't hold it against you." He said, trying to make her feel better.
She didn't seem convinced... He stopped rubbing, for the moment, and got off her, he layed down right next to her so he was looking into her eyes.
When he looked into her eyes she looked away, but he could see that she was hurt.
"Triss, look at me." He told her, and she did.
"I shouldn't have said that... I'm sorry, you're better than her in every way, we're sailing away from that old life... Leaving it behind. I know it's easier to say than do, believe me... But leave the guilt behind with it, because you have nothing to feel guilty for, not in my eyes." He told her, lovingly and scooted closer to her, still looking into her beautiful eyes.
She stared into his eyes for a few moments, then she turned and brought the covers over them, he extended his arm out invitingly and she snuggled up to him, he pulled her into his chest.
"Geralt, it was selfish for me to use you like that at Kaer Morhen, I had good reason at first... But I made it go on far too long, and I'm sorry." She said to him, meaning it.
"It's irrelevant now, Triss, nothing to be sorry for." Is all he said.
She looked at him, "you're right... It is irrelevant, and it has been for a while, those bad memories don't need to come with us to Kovir."
"Mhm, they don't." Geralt said, and leaned in to kiss her. She kissed back eagerly, and mewled against his lips, but she pulled back.
He frowned.
"Geralt, I'll just say it... Will you come with me and Rita to appear before the King?" She asked him.
He raised an eyebrow, "I heard you mention that to Rita..." He said.
He sighed, deeply, and rolled onto his back. "Yeah I will, I've got to bow though, right?" Geralt asked. She just looked at him, a pleased smile on his face, and said: "Nope, no bowing, just kneeling."
"Chamberlain wanted me to bow elaborately to the Emperor when I was summoned by him to find Ciri... I didn't. But I will if it's you asking me to, how do they kneel in Kovir?"
Triss just raised her eyebrow and looked astonished, she knew how the nilfuckers were about bowing and all that... But she decided not to ask, she just got up off the bed to stand a ways away and kneeled down so her right leg was flat on the floor, her left leg coiled like you would doing sit ups, her head bowed, left arm resting neatly on her left leg and right arm holding her up fist planted the ground.
"You're at just the right height to trigger some lewd thoughts..." He teased.
She blushed bright red and lost her balance, which conveniently at that moment the ship rocked, causing her to stumble across the room. He laughed.
"DAMMIT! Can you take ANYTHING seriously!?" She shouted at him, embarrassed.
"You look really cute when you're angry." Geralt teased.
"Yeah! And you'd look really cute sleeping on the floor for the whole trip!" She threatened.
"Fine, fine, I'm sorry..." He conceded.
She smirked, knowing she won... She walked over and got under the covers to lay next to him, their disagreements rarely lasted long, and even rarer happened in the first place.
"I should be able to repeat that, thank you for showing me." Geralt said to her, sincere.
"You're welcome, I'm just happy that you agreed to come." Triss replied.
"Anything for you, beautiful." Geralt said to her, pulling her in for a kiss , their lips locked with passion as they hugged under the covers, after a few moments Geralt started running his hands down her side, down to her thigh, she moaned into the kiss at his touch and he moved his hand inward.
She suddenly pulled away from him, making him think that he did something wrong, or that she wasn't in the mood... She sat up and got on her knees facing the other wall, she reached up and undid her twin hair buns, shaking her head to make her hair cascade down her shoulders, she had grown it out a bit, letting it grow longer.
He smiled and sat up to kneel right behind her, he ran his hands through her hair and sensually kissed her neck. She tilted her head to give him better access and mewled at his sucking, turning her on more and more by the second.
Just as Geralt started moving his hands up her sides the door opened, Rita stepped into the room and when she saw them she blushed furiously. Triss stopped purring and brought her head up to look at who interrupted them, when she saw Rita she was a bit embarrassed but grinned.
"A knock might have been nice, Rita." Geralt said to her.
"Mhm, would've been nice..." Triss agreed.
"Next time I will... You look like you're having fun, Triss, maybe I'll find myself a man in Kovir." Rita said to them.
"I didn't find him, he chose me." Triss corrected her, she waved her hands and clothes appeared on her and Geralt, they settled on the bed in a less compromising position. Rita looked at Geralt questioningly, and he just shrugged.
"So what brings you by, Rita?" Geralt asked her, sounding slightly impatient, but who could blame him?
"I didn't mean any offense... 'I'm sorry, I know that you treasure him dearly.' and I came by to tell you that there is a storm in the area, whether we will have problems because of it is possible, but not certain." She finished, the 2nd part she communicated to Triss through a mind link.
"A storm? How bad of one?" Triss asked.
"Big enough that we can see it from on deck, It appears to be southwest, and we need to go northwest to get to Kovir." Rita said.
"Ugghhh, my brain hurts." Geralt mocked.
"Stop being dramatic." Triss scoffed.
"Pfft, anyways, storms at sea can be bad, but can't you just do some weather magic? Like Ermion?" Gerat asked.
"That's different, Geralt, he's a Druid. Do I look like a fucking druid to you?" Triss scolded.
"Not what I was getting at, and you know it." Geralt said back to her, locking eyes with her intensely.
He won the staring contest that time, and she sighed in defeat. "Fine, I suppose me and Rita would be able to dream something up... But it would probably be easier to just guide the ship through the storm, redirecting lightning and wave breaks... That sort of thing."
"Ugh..." Rita said.
"We'll deal with it if the danger presents itself," Rita finished.
"Mhm, hopefully we'll just have smooth seas for the voyage." Geralt added.
Meanwhile- About 3 or 4 hours have gone past, FYI.
Francesca was sitting up in her bed in the medical tent, she was feeling better and with some magic care from the other sages, all three of the slashes on her back were healed, although they did unfortunately scar a bit... Now she had three faint red lines on her back, great.
"Only person that is gonna see them after today is Cedric, hopefully, that is... I hope it won't be a turn-off or anything, that would be bad. Deal with it when I get back, right now I need to get out of this bed, and go see my dear-old-friend the Emperor of Niflgaard."
Francesca thought to herself, sounding deeply sarcastic at the last line. She got up and made Queenly and formal clothes appear on her figure, along with her crown, which was just an illusion because her real one was left behind in the Valley of Flowers. She then turned and walked toward the exit of the tent and into the world.
(A/N: Cut, cut, cut! Ok, I have no idea how there has been no questions of yet... But I did NOT explain Francesca enough in this story, she was made Queen of the Elves by the Emperor of Nilfgaard (canon). In this story that is true, BUT, it happened a long time ago, like over 50 years. Her and Cedric have been friends for their whole lives, since they grew up, with is roughly 170 years ago. So Francesca is about 180-190 years old, Cedric is the same age. The reason that Avallac'h is like over 400 years old in the game, is because he is Aen Elle and they live a much safer life on the world of the Aen Elle, whereas Aen Seidhe Elves are persecuted and executed because of humans in their world. So Francesca, Ida, and Cedric are the oldest Elves of the Aen Seidhe. Make sense? If it doesn't just completely disregard everything I just said and think of the Elven lineage in this story however you like, because it is fanfiction, after all!)
"Francesca?" She heard when she walked out of the tent, It was Ida, all the other Sorceresses had gone off to do who the fuck cares what, but Ida stayed because Francesca was her Queen. Also because unlike the others, she cared.
"Hello, Ida, I'm feeling a bit better, and I need to visit an old acquaintance."
"Oh?"
"Oh, yes."
"Might I know who this individual is?"
"The Emperor of Nilfgaard."
Ida raised an eyebrow. "Yes, my reaction exactly... I'm not thrilled about it, but I don't see anyone else going to tell him that his daughter died saving the world." She pointed out.
"True, good luck, enid." Ida replied kindly.
"Thank you for staying out here for me, you're the best."
"That's what friends are for." Ida replied.
"Mhm, indeed. Va fail, Ida." Francesca said.
"Wait, Francesca... How did you end up fighting Eredin alone in the first place?"
Francesca sighed. "I don't know, Ida... It just happened, I was fighting alongside the Nilfgaardian captain, and then I found myself fighting Eredin on the Naglfar... I was seconds from being killed when Geralt saved me. They teleported away, and twenty minutes went by until they teleported back, and Geralt killed the bastard. His last words were that Avallac'h had tricked them both, then we went together to see if it was true, and it was apparently a lie... Anyways, the scars on my back will serve as a reminder for the rest of my days."
"A reminder of what?"
"That eventually... You realize you can't do everything alone."
Ida nodded, "You are certainly a cause for inspiration, Francesca. No one could ever be a better Queen."
"Thank you, Ida, I try, though I'm not perfect." Francesca replied, repentant.
"No one is perfect, Francesca, but you're about as close as they get, and I'm saying that as your friend not a fellow Elf."
Francesca looked at her for a few moments, then smiled: "Thank you, I couldn't have a better friend, Ida. You should visit more often."
"You're welcome, and maybe I will... The dh'oine's are getting pretty annoying."
"That they are, old friend, that they are..."
"Speaking of annoying dh'oines, what was that Geralt said about a king?"
Francesca blushed. "Geralt is not a dh'oine, and there is no King, not yet, but me and Cedric finally became more than friends."
"Oh my! Lucky you, but I can't possibly imagine he just up and made a move one day, he'd never do that to his Queen."
"He didn't... You're right, he respects me far too much. I simply cordially invited him to visit me before I left..." She blushed.
"Ahhh, smart. But there is more to it then that."
"There is... But you don't need to know them, just know that when he saw me he looked at me as a woman and not his Queen." Francesca replied, suggestive.
Ida raised an eyebrow and looked knowing, "My my, who would have thought that the Queen was such a vixen." She mocked.
"Pfft, don't you dare tell anyone." Francesca told her.
"I won't, I swear. You best get back to him soon, he probably misses you, and I can only imagine how much pressure he's under being trusted with the kingdom." Ida replied.
"Good, and you're right he probably does miss me, I miss him, and I'll be back tonight. I'm sure everything went fine, he's very good with politics, he's been my hand for decades."
"Hopefully, he's a good one, don't scare him away."
"I know, and I won't, you can be sure. Right before I left, I told him that I wanted him to be my King... Wonder how he took that?"
"Pfft, you really did? Cedric? Oh he probably had an anxiety attack."
"Gosh I hope not..."
"Only one way to find out, and congratulations, Francesca."
"Thank you, I certainly feel like I accomplished something, it got lonely being Queen alone."
"I can imagine... And you know how I am."
"Yes, lonely loner."
"Mhm, only the dumb men glance at me, and that's because the smart ones find an excuse to leave the room when I walk in."
"It's a shame, there are a lot of men that would gladly court you."
"The right one has yet to approach me, maybe I should try to appear more approachable..."
"That might help..." Francesca states, like it was obvious.
"Pfft... I don't know, I've never had the urge."
"Because you've never thought about it, there's a reason why Triss fell head over heels for Geralt, and the same reason is why I wanted Cedric."
"Hmph, I suppose you're right, maybe it will come to me one day, just need to try harder."
"There is no shortage of good men in Dol Blathanna, if you visited you might have some luck."
"I'll think about it, it does get rather boring with only myself to talk to..."
"That's the spirit, alright, I have to go. Thank you, old friend.
"Va fail, Aen Saevherne." She replied, nodding.
They both opened portals and left.
Francesca exited her portal just on the inside of the doors that lead into the Royal palace in Vizima, as soon she stepped through the guards all leapt to attention.
She looked around the room, and spotted a character she knew. "Voorhis!" Francesca called.
He looked surprised but walked over to her, the guards relaxed.
"Well, my my, Francesca Findabair, I do say it is a surprise seeing you here." He exclaimed and bowed softly to her.
"Yes, I wouldn't have come if it wasn't important, may I see the Emperor?"
"Of course, this way, please." He said and gestured for her to follow him.
They walked along the right side of the room and went through a door, walked along a hall lined with battle statues, and then up a staircase.
"His imperial majesty is right past this door."
"Thank you, General, va fáill."
"va fáill," he replied, bowing curtly.
She pushed open the door and entered, there was Emyhr sitting at his desk, writing.
"Your imperial majesty," She greeted, bowing.
"Francesca, what a surprise, what brings you here?"
"I wouldn't have come if it wasn't important, believe me... Your daughter, Cirilla, she's dead." Francesca told him, sounding mournful, which she was.
He looked down, a slightly grief stricken expression on his face... "How did it happen?"
"The white frost, she gave herself to stop it."
"I knew of her abilities... Where is the body?"
"I highly doubt it will ever be found."
"Hmmph... Who knows about this?"
"Avallac'h, Elven sage, but I doubt you'll find him either." She conveniently left out the others, it could hurt her in the future, but she wouldn't risk their happiness in Kovir.
"Very well, thank you Francesca."
"You're welcome, your majesty."
"You may leave, va fáill."
She nodded and replied: "va fáill."
With that she walked out of the room and opened a portal to the Inn in Novigrad so that she could use a megascope to teleport back to Dol Blathanna, at long last.
Yennefer sat alone in her room at the chameleon, crying. Cirilla was dead, and she hadn't even confessed what she had did to her... She hadn't even been able to say goodbye, the last exchange they had was Ciri slapping her.
Dandelion didn't even give her a friends discount anymore for fucks sake, he barely even had let her stay in the first place, he told her that she can either pay 1.5x the normal price, or she can pay the base fee AND work as a courtesan! The fucking nerve! He charged her 120 crowns a night now! It's outrageous! She would run out of money soon, and she'd rather be homeless than work as a courtesan. She could gather up all her coin and hire a ship to go to Kovir... But then she'd have to live in the shadow of Triss, and Geralt would be around the city, and neither of the three were on good speaking terms as of right now... This is what she had been reduced to, the mighty and powerful Yennefer of Vengerberg running out of money, and running out of places to go. She had lost just about everything, her lover, her title as the most powerful, her respect, and her dignity.
Suddenly she felt a pulse of power coming from the room down the hall, she got up, wiped her eyes and tried to hide the fact she had been crying, opened the door and walked down the hall. When she got to the door, she knocked and heard a "Come in," from the inside.
Inside the room, Francesca Findabair was sitting on the bed, criss-cross, glowing with power, she was gathering power to open a portal she realized.
"Well, well, it's the backstabbing selfish child." Francesca said.
Yennefer didn't respond.
"How did you get in so bad shape? Did you really rely on Geralt's butler services that much?"
"What do you care?" She spat.
"I care because it's funny, how the might Yennefer of Vengerberg is crying in Dandelion's inn, as her former lover and former best friend are on a boat to Kovir, where they are going to live happy and wealthy, and madly in love for the rest of their days! HOW DOES IT FEEL!?" She laughed.
"You're just a bitch, Francesca."
"Careful now, I can turn you into a figurine faster than you can say "Valley of flowers."
"I'm not scared of you anymore."
"Pfft, maybe not, but anyone could put you on your ass with how shaken up you look."
"Hmm, as much as I hate you, where are you going?"
"To Dol Blathanna, and you are going to help me gather the power."
"Pfft, in your dreams, I need gold, if you give me crowns I'll give you the power."
"Oooh, where are you going?" She mocked, fake interest in her voice.
"Somewhere far away from this shitty place."
"Hope you're not planning to flee to Kovir, Geralt knows about your little betrayal of Triss."
Yennefer's eyes widened, she had refused to help Triss because she despised her, and Geralt knew of it... If he ever saw her he'd kill her, that is IF he actually loves Triss, he's just a cheating bastard.
"Ha, you really are a stupid child, Geralt loves Triss far more than he ever loved you, and he's definitely not a cheating bastard."
"Reading my mind, too? What could you possibly know about Geralt?"
"More than you it seems." Is all she said.
Silence.
"Face it, Yennefer, you're weak and you mistreated the only man that's ever loved you so much that he ditched you like a bad habit for your best friend because she was so much better." Francesca was trying to get her to lose it, to go ballistic.
"Fuck you, Francesca, you can gather your own power I don't fucking care, elf." She spat and stormed out the door.
"Cry more, bloede dh'oine!" She called, laughing.
Yennefer was going to leave that city one way or another, she was also going to sail to Kovir regardless of Geralt and Triss being there, maybe she could ruin it for them, sweet revenge.
"I hope the megascope blows up in her fact, that fucking she-elf! I need to gather some coin, but how?" She thought to herself, and walked into her room to see what she could rummage together.
Rita had left them alone after some further talking, she needed to do some reflecting and thinking, she found that she did this often... Old habits.
"When I walked in she looked so happy, her head back with an ecstatic smile on her face, purring like a spoiled cat as Geralt gave her his attention and affection. Watching her be rejected over and over was heartbreaking, and she looks as if she couldn't be happier, I'm so happy for her and so proud! I am going to Kovir to start a new life, my students are not coming back, and Aretuza is practically a lost cause... Maybe that new life includes finding a good man to make me feel loved, and treat me as a woman, fill that hole that I've been living with in my heart? It will be worth it if I can feel even a fraction of the happiness Triss has. If I survive appearing before the King, then I will try and find a companion, I need to have that happiness that I saw in Triss, I do. For fuck sake... If Francesca can, I can. Another thing that I need to think about, is how I am going to repay my debt to Geralt... He saved me from an awful fate at the hands of the witcher hunters, so I owe him, I owe him a life debt... I'm no future teller, but I somehow have a feeling that I will have an opportunity to pay it back in Kovir, somehow." Margarita thought to herself, reflecting and deep in thought, she would have many opportunities to both improve her life and to correct mistakes in her life in Kovir, and she would take advantage of them.
When Rita left, and after her and Geralt had kissed for a few minutes, sensually and intimately, Triss had gotten back into the position she was in when Rita barged in. Sitting on her knees facing the wall, Geralt was right behind her in the same position. She moaned as he kissed her neck, lightly biting and sucking, turning her on. His hands creeped up her sides, moving along her silky smooth skin, she had shed her clothes except for her lingerie, and she had locked the door this time...
His hands moved to her back, sliding up until they got to the buckle of her bra... She moaned in anticipation and he masterfully undid it, not even having to look down. It fell off her shoulders leaving her beautifully bare except for her panties. He brought his hands from her back, around to her front and slowly cupped her breasts.
She moaned, loving his hands touching her, she rubbed her thighs together. He kneaded and caressed her feminine mounds... He made sure not to touch too low on her breasts, making sure not to agitate her bruise, she was still shaken up and he definitely didn't want to hurt her.
"Triss... I don't want to hurt you." He whispered in her ear, his hands stopped kneading
She stopped mewling and stopped rubbing her thighs together, she put her hands cross on her chest over her breasts and got up, she turned around and tilted her head instructively. He got the message and scooched up so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed, she sat down in his lap and wrapped her legs around him, taking her hands off her breasts and latching them around his neck, bringing him in to kiss her. He kissed back and moved his hands to caress her back.
"Geeraaalt," she purred, "I'm not as fragile as you think I am, I don't need your worry, just your love." She told him.
He looked at her skeptically, still not convinced completely.
She looked at his expression and brought her head down to his neck to give him a love bite, marking him, she ground her hips against him to give him the message.
That was all he needed, he kept his right hand on her back and brought his left hand down to caress her thigh. She moaned and he kissed her neck, lightly sucking and he bit her, giving her his own mark.
This caused her to cry out in pain and pleasure, making her arch her back, just the reaction he wanted as he kissed down her neck and onto the top of her breast. He lightly kissed and sucked, slowly moving toward her sensitive, hard nipple. He licked down and just before his tongue reached her aching teat he pulled away.
She whined at the loss and teasing, he asked her: "Did you put a sound spell on the room?"
She shook her head and moved her hands, they glowed blue and after a few seconds she said: "Mhm, now make me scream." Seductively purring, he was more than happy to oblige, he was so hard it hurt.
He brought his head back down and latched his lips onto her right nipple, sucking hard and swirling his tongue lovingly.
She moaned loudly and grabbed his hair to hold him to her chest.
She always lived to act exactly the opposite of Yennefer, always showing him that she (Triss) was far better, and that he will and always will be happier with her. So she never made him work for it, but there was a silent request that he worship her in moments like these. She loved it, craved him, and when he worships her like this it's indescribable...
He snaked his hand that was down at her waist up her bare sides and to her neglected breast, he cupped her and kneaded it in his hand, making her moan louder.
You see, Geralt knows his sorceress very well, and he's figured out that she has exceptionally sensitive breasts, even more so on her tits. He's also figured out, that if he stimulates her enough, drive her high on lust and arousal, that he can make her orgasm hard just from sucking on her nipples.
He expertly kneaded, sucked, and swirled his tongue on her breasts, driving her crazy and making her moan and gasp loudly, digging her nails into the back of his scalp in pleasure.
"Ahhhh, YES, Geralt, worship me!" She moaned loudly, her panties were completed soaked through with arousal, and she was close. She reached her hand down and rubbed his shaft, he was incredibly hard for her.
He groaned at the feeling, she uses her magic to make his undershorts disappear in harmless flames. She barely wrapped her soft hands around his shaft and and pumped. He moaned into her nipple sending vibrations through her extremely sensitive breasts, she moaned loudly at the feeling, her hands both on his head and his cock coaxing him. She was so high on lust and pleasure that her eyes glazed over, her mind turning to jelly and her hands just moving out of muscle memory. Her dripping wet, tight vaginally walls were tightly clamping hard inside her, desperately craving something to squeeze. She could feel her clit throbbing intensely between her legs, if Geralt even brushed her between her legs she'd come, hard.
"Yes, Geralt! Your mouth feels soooooo good, don't stop, please!" She moaned, he was making her feel unbelievably good.
He lightly brushed her nipple with his teeth, not biting her but brushing her with his teeth.
That did it... She screamed and came hard, her already soaked panties getting drenched with her sweet love juices. She dug her nails into his scalp and without thinking, she dug her nails into his cock too...
The pain of her nails digging into his cock made Geralt's mouth bite down hard on her extremely sensitive nipple that was already extra sensitive since she had just orgasmed, he yelled in pained into her nipple... Her nails hurt like hell, he didn't mean to bite her, his mouth instinctively clamped down.
She shrieked so loud that it hurt his ears, she clawed at his head frantically trying to pull him off of her nipple, but his jaw was clamped down...
Finally after a good 10 seconds Geralt got it together and pried his jaw off of her poor nipple. It looked bruised and bloodied, he guessed that he bit down harder than he thought, dammit... He felt bad, she wasn't going to like him for this, that's for sure.
She had tears in her eyes, now it was not his fault, but he still felt bad. She was panting, like she had just got done being tortured.
They didn't say anything, just looked at each other for a few moments. She looked down, at her bloodied and bruised nipple and she whined, it would be so embarrassing asking Rita to heal that... sigh.
Then she looked down between her breasts at his cock, not with lustful eyes but horrified, grief stricken eyes... He had four nail marks that ran the impressive length of his shaft, she looked at her hand and she had light blood stains on her nails, she gasped and looked up at him with wide eyes.
"Geralt, I'm so so-" She started, her voice panicked, but he interrupted her by putting his hand over her mouth. She looked back at him with fearful eyes and he looked at her soothingly, he took his hand away and before she could say anything he kissed her passionately, soothing her and letting know that he's not upset with her.
"Don't look at me like that, Triss... It breaks my heart to see you scared of me." He whispered to her, comforting.
She didn't respond, she just buried her face in his neck and cried lightly.
He rubbed her back lovingly and layed down on the bed, pulling the covers over them and her into him. He caressed her hair, comforting her.
"It'll heal, Triss, are you going to be alright? I didn't mean to bite you, I'm sorry."
"No, don't be sorry... You made me feel so good, worshiped me, and I dug my nails into you... I'm sorry, do you trust me to heal you?" She asked, uncertain.
"Please, I trust you with my life." He said, as if it was obvious. She smiled warmly and she moved her hands to circle over his cock, she incanted something and her hands glowed, after a few moments he groaned at the feeling. It felt good, didn't hurt anymore, and it was healed now... But he was still rock hard though.
Triss, getting an idea... She wasn't gonna let him go unsatisfied, not after he made her feel so good, and then she clawed him. However before she could act on these thoughts, he sat up and sat in front of her, he brought his hands to her back and massaged.
"Thank you, Triss." He said to her, kindly.
"Mhm, you're very welcome, I'm sorry."
"Don't be, it was an easy fix, and that was far from the closest I've come to being castrated before." He said, chuckling.
"What?" Triss exclaimed.
"Doesn't matter, can I do something for you?"
"S-sure." She said, uncertain.
"Do you trust me?"
"With my life." She said, meaning it.
He leaned his head down to her breast, the one that he bit earlier... He brought his mouth and licked around her nipple, comforting, then he brought his lips and lightly wrapped them around her bruised areole.
She sighed in content, lovingly massaging his scalp with her hands.
"That feels good, Geralt, it doesn't hurt nearly as much with your mouth around it." She said, sweet.
With his other hand he massaged her other breast, he kept lightly and soothingly sucking on her swollen teat and she was purring from the feeling.
"Geralt... Do you have any idea how much that hurt me? Just curious." Triss asked.
"Do you have any idea how much your nails on my cock hurt?" He replied, then went back to sucking.
"Fair enough..." Triss said, resigned...
"You must really love and trust me to let me do this, after what happened." He said aloud, momentarily taking his mouth off.
"You'd never hurt me on purpose, and as I said, I trust you with my life and I love you more than you can imagine, they go hand in hand." She replied, sounding matter-of-fact.
"I think the same of you," Geralt replied and she smiled.
"Thank you." Triss said to him.
He didn't take his head off to reply, he just sucked harder, more lovingly.
"That's a good enough reply." She replied, humming.
He kept sucking, loving on her, and she just enjoyed it, she asked: "What do you think? Should I ask Rita to heal it? Or wait and see if it heals on it's own?"
"Lesbomancy? Makes some images come to mind, mmhm..." He replied, mockingly.
She just looked at him incredulously, then slapped him. "Get your filthy head... OUT OF THE GUTTER!" She scolded.
"Sorry not sorry, Triss... Those thoughts are so hard to block, especially when you're in them." He said.
"So try harder! There's 3 main reasons why that is so wrong.
1.) I'm the ONLY woman you should be thinking of!
2.) I don't swing that way! At least not anymore!"
He raised an eyebrow and she blushed.
"And 3.) Rita is like a mother to me!" She finished.
He looked at her apologetically, and leaned in to kiss her, she kissed back eagerly and wrapped her arms around his neck.
After a minute he snaked his hands down to her ass and lifted her up, she yelped and he turned around and set her on the bed, leaning on his arms above her.
She blushed, she was trapped and he had a hungry look in his eye.
"Triss, I never said that I fancied Rita, I only have eyes for you." He spoke softly to her.
She grinned seductively and said: "I think you should just think a bit more before you speak, or better yet, just don't talk about other woman in the first place, at all unless it's a serious conversation."
"Mhm," Geralt hummed.
"What I'm trying to say, in short, is that there are much better uses for your mouth than speaking." She said, seductive.
"Oh really? Funny... That's exactly what I was thinking about yours." Geralt shot back at her.
She blushed crimson and licked her lips, her eyes darkened.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She cooed.
"Mhm," Geralt agreed, smirking sexily.
"Hmm, well then lay down." She told him, her voice full of love and lust.
He raised an eyebrow and got up, he also grabbed her soaked panties and tore them off her, making her moan at the display, it made her glisten in arousal.
"Mmmm, horny girl, completely soaked." He teased, holding her torn panties, his voice husky.
She blushed and said: "Only for you, that's what you do to me." She purred, seductive.
"Mhm, and you have a very similar effect on me, too." He said, sexily.
She of course could see that, he was and has been for a while, rock hard.
She moaned in arousal, rubbed her things together and arched her back off the bed.
Geralt finally lost it, he completely forgot or just didn't care anymore about what she had all but promised to do for him... He growled, grabbed her thighs and pulled her to him roughly.
She squealed in surprise and he smirked, his eyes were dark with lust and he was incredibly aroused as it was.
He'd been in here with her, hearing her scream and moan in pleasure as he touches and sucks on her... And unlike her, he didn't already come once, so he was insanely aroused.
She was underneath him, her hair in waves across her shoulders and her perfect breasts even more perfectly accentuated in the laying down position... It was a sight like no other.
Triss said: "W-what are you doing?" Fake hesitation and fear dripping from her voice.
"Taking what's mine." Geralt replied.
She moaned and spread her legs wider for him, putting her hands above her head.
He growled and palmed her breasts, leaning down to kiss her, she moaned, and kissed back eagerly.
He got into position atop her, leaning on his arms, she wrapped her arms around him and he teased his member over her warm and wet cavern.
She moaned and ground up into him, then he slammed his lips down on hers and he thrust all the way in.
She screamed into his lips, since she was super aroused and he was super aroused, it probably hurt her a little, he was bigger than usual and she was tighter than usual.
He always filled her out perfectly, every small space being filled and stretched, causing them both extreme and blissful pleasure.
She dug her nails into his back, the pain subsided quickly, replaced with so much pleasure Triss was sure her mind would be jelly when he was done with her, probably long before that...
He knew it hurt her so he didn't move, looking into her eyes sympathetically and waiting for her permission.
Her eyes opened, glazed over with lust and she wrapped her legs around him.
"Fuck me." She told him, her voice husky with lust and love.
He was more than happy to oblige.
A half an hour later Triss lay cuddled into his side, both exhausted from their relatively out of sync day of loving, and more than worn out from the day all together...
"I love you, Triss."
"I love you too, Geralt." She replied, voice full of love.
"Being here... With you by my side, snuggled up to me? There's nowhere I'd rather be, I wouldn't trade this for the world."
She smiled.
"Actually that's not right, I already have the world."
She giggled, "how do you figure?"
"Because you are my world." He replied, lovingly.
She smiled in bliss at the statement, it was so full of love...
Just like that they fell asleep, tightly holding onto each other, never wanting to let go...
They were on their way to Kovir, a place that to them seemed like a dreamland, a place they can live in bliss, together.
A/N- I got serious writers block with the love scene, either that or I just got... distracted. Yeah, whatever right? I hope this chapter wasn't too much? Lots of drama and romance...
Anyway, the MAJOR FORESHADOW was somewhere near the middle of the story... Hint hint.
I give a free cookie, of your choice, to the first person to leave a review with the correct answer to what the foreshadow was, and who it involved.
Kovir is gonna be awesome for these two lovers, it's gonna be great! I have plenty of action ideas left so this story is NOT getting boring ANYTIME soon, trust me!
Not a real cookie BTW, a story cookie. I had something else I wanted to say but I can't think of it... Ah whatever, PLEASE REVIEW!
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