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Sleeping Beauty Reloaded	By : dschinny Category: +S through Z > Witcher 2, The: Assassins of Kings Views: 1938 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The White Wolf
Meanwhile, Velita had made the face-on experience that Geralt’s razor stubble was as rough as his smile was gentle. She rose to stand in front of him, taking his hands. “You really need a shave and get comfortable, it’s late.” – “You’ve finally found somebody you can command around,” Geralt stood to his feet with a groan. - “Of course and I’ll make you enjoy it.” – “Good night guys and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he noticed Velita picked up their stuff. He climbed down the ladder in front of her so she could hand it down and climb safely.
The witcher excused himself to step out and she followed with the lantern. He ambled along the garden path behind the stable while she was doing dishes at the rain water tub, added wood in the oven, all the while chewing an a willow branch to clean her teeth. He had reached the hut at the far garden wall, where the smell of fresh horse manure became prominent again. Even with his enhanced night vision, he could not recognize the plants among the vapor rising from the fresh manure, but he could spot Velita as she vanished among the garden bushes. He had just completed his silent round when she returned and the pendant stopped humming. Nothing had attacked him and he withdrew his hand from the sword hilt on his back underneath his cloak. But his hackles were still standing, every sense alert.
Tonight, Velita would not escape his close inspection; even though he would make it most enjoyable for both of them while he fulfilled his intimate interests.
The saddle chamber was dark but warmed up from the cooking fire she had lit hours ago. She pulled out the three legged stool and stood on it to hang the lantern to the centre ceiling hook. Geralt had kicked off his boots and took him two strides to put his arm around her hip. He secured her during her task and then lifted her to the ground.
She smiled up at him; he was so strong and adorable and kept her safe. Once he let her out of his hold to un-strap the sword harness, she started on the clasps of his armor and they worked it off layer by layer down to his well worn black shirt.
“Will you do me a favor while I shave?” – “All I can.” – “Take good care of yourself tonight and wash off the day’s odor marks.” – Her lips formed a brief “Oh,” while she sniffed on her shoulder “I will,” she placed a clean bowl on top of the stool and got the ladle from the water bucket at the door to fill it with steaming water from the oven, while he took his shaving tools from the saddle bag.
Sitting on the bed, he chewed on a tooth brush twig, worked up a lather and watched her undress, or rather unwrap the unshaped cocoon of wool to reveal her pleasing trim shape underneath. Velita did not possess the ethereal beauty of a sorceress’s but she matched the witcher’s credo of ‘all women are beautiful’.
She shimmied out of the skimpy nightgown and mixed hot soap water in a big bowl to launder it, rinsed it, wrung it out and left the thinning fabric to dry overnight on the oven bar. She moved around in the naked as unconcerned as he would, providing him with steamed cloth on the way to the grate at the door.
He snatched the blue cloth from her hair as well, feigning a kiss just to see her jump from the layer foam that still covered the right half of his face. So she wasn’t submissively taking whatever he threw at her. “Unwilling to kiss a snowman?!” he laughed and flipped a wad of foam at her chest playfully then admitted, “I’ll be done in a few, leave your hair dry’n’braided.”
She obliged and felt the cold draft from the door acutely as she stood in her largest bowl to soak her blackened feet and prewash her body with her hands and swigs of lukewarm water. She worked up a generous amount of lather and rubbed it all over her skin. ‘Fuck the cold, I’m not dirty!’ a defensive little voice in her head yelled. It dawned to her that he did not flare his nostrils in anger. He just experienced the world very actively with a sense that humans rarely used, the sense of smell that animals relayed on constantly:
“You’ve got a fine nose, haven’t you Geralt?”
The witcher had wiped his face clean, pulled the black shirt over his head and undone his pants and knickers, “…and fine ears and sharp eyes as well,” he replied and threw his long mane back with a rapid movement of his head as he approached with fluent grace. As the shadow of his wide shoulders fell on her, the light of the single lamp formed a halo on his fluffy white hair and his yellow eyes glowed from his darkened features. The wolf head on his silver pendant snarled into her face.
“Like a white wolf,” she whispered breathlessly, a shiver running down her spine. But once her eyes continued their way down she realized that she had to work on her appeal – he was not exited about her nakedness. Maybe she still smelled bad.
He thought that he would never. ever. hear the end of it once Jaskier got wind from this. “And I like what I see. Turn around; I want to repay last night’s favor,” he commenced to wash down her back with gentle caress and slid his cloth covered hand between her buttocks. His respect for her modesty zeroed, he nudged her thighs apart to rub his palm over her pussy, “cause I’m thorough as well.”
He raised a finger to explore her deeper folds. She made a sexy little sound and caught her toe on the edge of the bowl. He steadied her with his arm around her mid. “Shhh, don’t forget to rinse your front side,” he breathed between her shoulder blades, folding the cloth over to wash down the back of her slender legs.
Outside on the aisle, the ladder cracked. “No admittance,” he whispered. “Put your hands against the door.” and sat on the edge of the wooden platform. He lifted her foot by the ankle and scrubbed the soles and between her toes, feeling the play of her long leg muscles against his biceps. Her scent had turned fresh, sweet and pure - a powerful attraction.
But he hesitated to give the meaty globe in front of his nose a teasing bite to attest its firmness. No, he would postpone any activities that could draw a yelp until the drunken celebrants had moved their clanking pot and damn bottles down the ladder. He wanted them out of the stable and on their ways before he tucked in the dessert. Feeling her calf flex against the inside of his forearm, he let go of her other foot, let her rinse.
His span had shoved the bowl of dirty water aside. Velita felt the grate quake underneath her soles as he stood right behind her. Goosebumps had spread all over her and her nipples were painfully hard. His warm breath was on her hair but otherwise…? She turned and bumped into him purposefully to sound out his level of excitement. Apparently, her feet had major appeal for him?! He had risen …but made no move to mount her?!
He just smirked and handed her a steaming hot cloth then extended his arms in a ‘come and get me’ gesture.
She understood that she had to fulfill his need for cleanliness first and chose the quick top-down-strategy. Hopefully she would be allowed out of this draft and between the warm sheets with him - where this would hopefully get more creative.
Once she had arrived at his raising manhood to renew their familiarity, he didn’t take chances with the efficient little butcher. “I can see you’re freezing, get up and wash my back,” he wiped off the sheen of musk, horse- and leather aroma that clung to his legs with the steaming cloth.
Standing between the radiant heat of the adobe oven and Geralt was already an improvement. The wooden platform made up for their height difference. She lifted his long hair over his shoulders to scrub his scarred back deftly without sparing his butt. This time he neither flinched nor avoided her until she was done.
While he turned over the used bowls and empty bucket and spread the cloths on a heap, leaving their wash place tidy and the way to the exit free of obstacles. He informed her, “You won’t freeze much longer, Velita. I have requested additional clothing for you from the steward.”
In the meantime, she had escaped the draft at the door and draped her sleeping blanket around her shoulders. She felt relief wash over her like a warm wave. “Thank you. Decent clothing will make my life so much easier.” She swallowed hard because she could not answer further, not hand him any details that gave him wrong ideas. He had to find out for himself who she was. She handed him his shaving equipment for cleansing and put the stool away. She dried the razor blade meticulously with a clean cloth before she snapped it shut and handed it back as well.
He watched Velita pass his test in stride. “I thought so,” he put the blade he had used as bait back into his saddle bag and sidled up with her. He plucked on the folds of the blanket around her shoulders gently. Once he found a hold he also got the certainty to pull her against him. His content sigh warmed her face, “I know very little about you, but I feel that I should not question you while your generous acceptance …provided me with options.”
“It’s alright Geralt, I don’t expect you to fix my life,” she slipped through under his scrutiny.
“We will see how it develops,” he huffed as she rose on her toes to kiss his smooth cheeks.
She inhaled deeply, “You’re doing well and I had a nice day,” she basked in the warmth of his embrace and stopped clutching her blanket, “let’s get comfortable and just enjoy each other,” she beckoned him on the sheets covering the hay padding. He sat and she climbed on his lap like a gracious cat, never loosing the hold around his neck as she deepened her kiss. “No more questions.”
He monitored his growing physical response at her request, her light weight that smoothed over his bare thighs. Her pubic bone nudged his manhood and her hard nipples wrote their own track on his chest before she melted against him, not a sorceress but firm and soft in all the right places. While he did not agree with that ‘no questions’-rule she tried to establish, he tuned in with her wish to live in the moment. He sunk backwards, taking her down on the sheets with him.
Tonight there would be no arguments, no insults, and no hurry.
He threw the wings of the blanket off her shoulders and kicked it down to cover their hips and legs against the cold draft that came from the door. Her eyes were brown and her pupils widened as she held his gaze, supporting herself on his shoulders. His freed hands wandered over her hips and mapped the shape of her thighs that loomed over his mid section. The inside of her thighs felt like cool silk against his stomach, while her center was moist and hot against the tip of his penis. She inched down, nibbling across his jaw and down his neck and over his collar bone. Her hands fluttered over the expanse of his chest.
He ran his hands back up her thighs and squeezed her butt. She tilted her hip in response, her pubic bone stroked firmly upwards on his belly. He pawed deeper and felt her muscles tighten under his hands. Moaning she bent her head back, presenting her small breasts and pert nipples to his welcoming mouth. He nibbled gently, then sucked and slid his forefinger into her folds, circling her entrance to feel for her arousal. She was so hot and moist and responsive that he had almost admitted her to take him inside right there.
“Not so fast,” he pushed his finger deeper, pumping her as she rolled her hips to welcome his touch. Her nub brushed against his firm abs rhythmically as she opened up for the sensation of his breath on her moist nipple and the teasing squeeze his hand gave her other breast. His nimble finger went to scout deeper and he mapped every fold and ridge of her neither region. She was wiggling with the tingling sensation but he would not let her out of his hold yet.
When she lifted her butt from his sensitive mid, he slowed his teasing finger and withdrew to hold her hips up and her thighs open so he could slide further down between her legs. He gave her a moment of reprieve to avoid her sensations reaching a peak. She yelped as he blew his cool breath over her heated nub. Oh yes, he let her know and expect what he was going to do. He chuckled, “One good reason to shave,” he dove upwards for her pearl of pleasure, strumming it with his tongue.
Now it was her place to shiver in helpless disbelief of his precise attack on her most sensitive spot. His strong arms held her tight, her muscles contracted to buck against his hold. It was to no avail than bringing her inner walls in even more gentle contacts with his tongue as he explored her delicate folds. She spread her legs wider to feel him - he pulled her down further; until her inner thighs were like silk against his cheeks, her muscles tight ropes. She moaned though she was not in pain. She was about to lose control and it turned him on massively. It was in his hands to provide her just one more nudge and all that stiff tension would shatter into a sweet, pliant jelly.
But he did not want to have his way like that. Since he had made sure she wasn’t hurting deep down, he wanted to put her delightful, trim body through all paces before he allowed her to come apart.
He sunk his wicked finger deep into her core again, but stopped suckling on her clit the same instant. He felt her vagina spasm around his finger, maybe he had stopped a moment too late to keep her on the edge? He withdrew very slowly, gently feeling for telltale signs whenever she was walking on air or she needed a reprieve.
“Please Geralt, I’m about to burst…” her palms hit the stable wall above his head.
“Easy lil butcher, please be easy on me,” he patted her butt, with the right motivation surely she could take and give much more. He grinned sheepishly as she eased up and shifted her weight on her toes, “you’ve been kneeling on my hair.”
“I’m sorry,” she would have flushed even more but her skin had already taken on a rosy hue all over. “I didn’t want to turn hard on you,” she inched away to allow him to breath.
He rubbed her moisture off his jaw on his finger and liked it off like apple sauce, “I like you wanton,” he would not let her go further down than his belly, put his arms around her and turned them over with the quiet single mindedness of an avalanche, “your need for more.” He needed no glimpse at the wall to know it was too close for what he had in mind. He grabbed her by the hip and pulled with daft efficiency. Her back slipped over the sheet as he leveled her groin up to his hard on.
She wanted much more and this time she did not have to wrestle to get hold of him. He allowed her to guide him to her entrance and easily held her as he sunk into her sopping heat slowly, with slight withdrawals to let her breath between his firm shoves. Her responsive tightness beckoned him deeper and he consented gently to let her find out for herself how much of his -as Yen called it- blessing she could handle. She was quite the enthusiast, but as he pressed on, she suddenly whispered “easy,” and rubbed her palm over her womb. He brushed his thumb over her sensitive nub and staid for a moment to feel her shiver around him. He made a mental mark were her personal border between pleasure and pain was located.
Tilting his hips in a gentle canter, he nudged her spongy insides lightly and rapidly, rewarding her confidence with pleasure. She held up and he grinned widely, now that the interplay of grit and guidance was established he could let his rutting instinct take over.
He withdrew further, pulling his grit through the long firm grip her entrance muscles had taken around him while he allowed her to adjust. She arched her back to offer up herself for his return and grabbed for hold on his knees. He tightened his hold on her butt as well, stroking that cord inside that made her mewl.
While she eased around him, he felt himself grow further inside her welcoming cavern. He raised her heels up on his shoulders to show her another spot he could nudge inside of her while he pumped into her with powerful trusts. Her braids were falling apart, but she chuckled and responded to his new challenge by twisting her foot to stroke his earlobe with her toe. He groaned as the play of her leg muscles ran all over his chest and abs, it was even replicated by her inner walls. For him, her whole beautiful body had turned into an erogenous zone. He nipped her firm calf and felt the back of her legs twitch across his chest. Silken skin brushed his coarse chest hair and teased his nipples. His balls were covered in her juices and slapped against the puckered star shape of her anus. He watched her small breasts bounce as he rocked her hourglass shape.
She convulsed around him and he shouldered through between her legs, not missing a beat. While he allowed her to relax her legs as he loomed over her, she proved uninterested in the reprieve he offered. “Please Geralt, don’t stop,” she clawed his back desperately, spreading her legs wide. She was beyond all vulnerability and ready to take him on no matter what. He reigned in his own greedy instinct to sink into her to the hilt. He would neither hurt her nor hold her back to play her further, just raise the pressure to reach the merciful release she needed so badly. He flattened his angle until his symphysis pushed her nub and his trusts became more shallow and rapid until she lost it.
His hot breath inhaled the sweat sheen that highlighted the soft mounds of her breasts. Pinching a nipple he kissed her deeply, their tongues twisting like his fingers in her hair. Breathlessly, he peppered kisses over her cheek and neck. Then he straightened again, his shoulders rigid, “Bite me,” he offered up his own throat and she raised her head to suckle a moist path down his corded neck. Taking firm hold in his long white hair she opened her mouth wide just to let him feel her teeth on the ridge of his thick delta muscle. While he was turned off by the idea of causing her distress, he himself was turned on by challenge and pain. He was so close that a tiny jolt of pain allowed him to unleash his animal desire and find his own completion in her convulsing tightness just before Velita faltered under the pleasure of their lovemaking. Her bite wrecked him and allowed him to sink deeply into the puddle of soft sweetness she had become.
As the twitching subsided, he withdrew gently. His bulky frame slumped between her long legs. He kicked the blanket off his heated body like a deer in its hollow kicked about the moss. He rested his head on her chest just underneath her breasts and dangled his heavy arm over the curve of her slim waist with a confident groan that paired exhaustion and achievement.
She brushed stray strands of hair from his forehead and rubbed the sting of her bite away. He did not mind her close attention as he listened to her rapid pulse rushing through the main vessels underneath her solar spot, so much quicker than his own. Whenever Gernot’s testimony had been accurate, it had not crumbled her personality or turned her into a hate ridden avenger.
She had declined to take the social fall into her heart and act on the disgrace. She had overcome the physical pain and tackled every opportunity to rise and feel normal again. She worked to eat, but she also organized, learned, cared, partied and she had just taken advantage of a total stranger for pleasurable sex. She was so generous and trusting, the world outside ceased to exist.
Her attitude was rare, slightly suicidal on her part and dangerously addictive to him. But he detected not a trace of hidden vengefulness that sent monsters to kill people. He rolled around and smirked up at her. She had chosen a different path and he so wanted to see the lord of the manor fail to put the result back into the box.
Velita smiled down at him “What?” – His smirk widened “Your order: No more questions.” He propped himself up on hands and knees with the grace of a lazy predator and loomed over her. She nudged his nose with her own. “You look quite smug, like you have made up your mind or you have come to a conclusion.” – “Don’t worry about it.” – “I don’t mind to answer to you, Geralt.”
He closed her lips with a kiss, first gentle then deeper, leaving her breathless again. Her trust was an invaluable present to him, “Thank you, Velita,” he lowered to the sheets by her side and pulled the blanket up and around them, holding her close.
Now that he had earned her trust, he could question her further, “What did you think?”
“That you are beautiful and that I like your hair whenever it is disheveled or not… and how your warmth is so comforting and what a splendid view on the landscape I have from up here… and then I wondered if you would let me comb your hair in the morning.” – “Maybe.” – “What can I do?”
“Maybe I won’t let you groom my hair, just dishevel yours properly before I pull off the menacing act out there.”
“Oh,” she covered her mouth with her palm, “what happened, or is it something you came up with?”
“Since Gernot informed me of this mansion’s curse, I wondered how you could take a monster to bed. You bared your throat to the wolf, just to bite him in return.” – “I… how?” – “My conclusion is because you can, because you lust for live.” The witcher was having fun to get some of the prophecy shit out of his system and watched the excitement that ensued.
“I bit you because you asked me to, but what curse?” she twisted to cast a nervous glimpse over the edge, head hanging, she remembered there was no ‘under the bed’ when it came to straw bales, “A monster in my bed? The monster is out in the woods, isn’t it? Didn’t you burn that piece you’ve shown me?”
“I burned it and nothing bad will come from it.” He stopped admiring the deep valley within her body’s landscape and pulled her foot, “Come back. You can call me a white wolf all you want, if you don’t mind me eating you again.”
“Ohh… that came as a surprise, I thought you had a fine nose?”
“I do and I like to smell and taste you, the more, the better…” he put it flatly to get over it, “I am just disgusted by other men’s odor on you.”
“That… um,” to promise him it would not happen again was a lie, impossible for her to keep. To tell him what had happened would invite the conflict into their relationship. “You asked the steward for clothing. I think that will help. And …I wash,” she cut it short. With a reward like him in front of her nose and his warmth all around her, an October dive in the rain tub suddenly did not appear as frightening as before.
“Yes, take care of yourself; you deserve to feel good. I will make them aware that I can smell it when they put their hands on you and that I will defend what is mine.” – “Yours?” – “They are convinced that I have no feelings and that I would murder just anybody. They offered you to me like some property to use. I’ve seen enough to not tell them otherwise. As long as they think you are mine, my bad reputation will keep you safe while Gernot and I are out on the job.”
“You plan to cater to their point of view for practical reasons, I see… Choi, Pike, Jun and Gene spun something along that line this afternoon as a diversion for the captain. It worked for us and I hope you don’t mind. They don’t touch me like… uhm… not like you do.”
“They let a dog out to drive the captain away from you?” – “No, I did. Bianca is the real deal, like Roach. The boys staged a merry chase so we could vanish from view and finally spun the captain a line that I had dropped into the dung pile. I just had to stay out of the steward’s vicinity or he would have noticed that I wasn’t dirty enough for that tale.”
“And the lord of the manor did not punish them for harassing another employee?”
“Ah… no. If the count noticed, I guess he would applaud and top up the action.”
“But he’s your feudal lord who got basically two duties: to protect his subjects from harm and to produce an heir with the countess.”
“He isn’t the real deal, either. The count acts in a duplicitous way: like a thing he has bought, to lent, to damage or destroy - but he is also aware of my human body and feelings that he can exploit.”
“Aside of the moral aspect, it appears illogic and uneconomical to me,” Geralt nodded and took her hands in his, “To not supply you with clothing and tools. To hurt you, though I’m glad you seem to heal well,” he ran his thumb over the darkened reminder of bruises on her wrists. “Other slaves get lashed.” – “I should be glad that the Count uses other ways …mostly.” – “Other?” he patted her back gently.
“Fear. Lack of clothing and knowing I’m always watched, that I would be degraded whenever I stepped out of line, that even if I made it past the garden walls I would not get away because Gernot’s dogs would tear me to pieces… By now I’ve learned a lot about the facts behind the bullshit, but I am afraid nevertheless. I’ve been good, gave him no reason to whip me and he’s probably more economic than you expect, even greedy.” – “How long has it been like this?” – “For several …weeks,” she had to think because she had been living from day to day. “Late August or September …and it is October now.”
That was shorter than he expected, maybe she had a live somewhere else he could return her to? It was a dangerous question that would probably start a real hassle. But he asked it nevertheless: “How did you get here first place?” – “I served my lady at a monastery for the last two decades until it was raided. They said I’m lucky that I still got sold at my age, when they murdered the elderly.” – That monastery seemed to have preserved her well, but it was not the time to discuss her physical aspects, “Elderly? How old are you?” – It took her another thought. Birthday parties hadn’t been priority in her later life. “I’m 43,” a mischievous grin came on her face as she retorted, “and you?” – “I’m 72.” – “Oh.” – “What?” – “By the looks… I felt like raiding a crèche.” – “You would?” – “I’m not in a situation to miss out good luck that comes my way.”
The thought crossed his mind that after the ‘luck’ to be sold into slavery ‘despite her old age’ to be fucked on a straw bale in a stable by a mutated mercenary could appear beneficial. ‘Maybe because she thinks she can use you after you used her,’ an inner voice started to debate, ‘You asked, she’s opening up... for you… because of your gentleness… because you are special to her…” another inner voice debated back. Whenever there were no crisscrossing whip marks on her back, she could still hide worse experiences deep inside.
Velita watched Geralt’s expression go blank while he continued to stroke her back very gently. Was he having second thoughts about the lesser evil again? Did he still doubt her feelings, even after their mutual pleasure? She shrugged and tried a diversion, “On the other hand, I don’t mind that you are older than me and had a couple of years to file on… your technique,” she grinned up at him mischievously.
“And I don’t mind that you’re blessed with the ass of a twenty year old girl,” he gave her a light slap on the backside. Yen was more than twice as old and looked like half Velita’s age. “Let’s be good and keep it that way.”
“I’ll do my best,” she snorted, her horizontal image of a curtsy shook the blanket. “I’ve almost managed to fade from the lordship’s view since I became too dirty for their lordships to put their eyes on, a shadow behind the stable. Hm... Geralt?”
“Yes, Velita?”
“I’m not sure if it helps my situation if you make a big announcement that you… claimed me, or even like me. That could renew the Count’s interest.”
“It could also protect you from the counts and the captain’s interest.”
“I think that the Count’s harassment could be connected with a lack of recognition, but there is no recognition I could possibly give to him to fix that, because to him, I’m just a thing… he can use for show off - but only if there is interest.”
“I might have to work on my bad reputation if I want to keep up with that guy. A pissing contest could do the job.”
“How can I explain…” she stood, went to the water bucket at the door to have a drink and freshen up, and then returned to snuggle with Geralt. “In the past the Count experienced difficulties to produce an heir and prove his sexual prowess. He re-married some years ago and the countess’ first pregnancy is something of a drag.” Velita shrugged, “I guess his frustration is rooted in there, so parading around together would get his attention but put me into danger.”
“If reproduction is his problem, he should get medical help and fuck the countess exclusively and frequently to fill his family portrait - and not sow wild oats elsewhere.”
“He is proud not to sow where it could grow wild. The Countess caught him ogling Choi and Pike and will probably not receive him in her bedroom any time soon, and since she’s pregnant he cannot do much about it.”
“Congrats. What more is to prove then?”
“You’ve met him in his rooms, also negotiated with him?” – “Yes. He’s quite average and soft spoken.” – “I share that impression and I think he doesn’t like to see himself as average. He has been raised like a prince without responsibility. And as a young man; he was questioned over a long period because he failed in his responsibility as a man. But he did not grow with the challenge, to become a deciding, charming or even attractive partner. I think it has made him sick and what he does is not rational… or economic - though he is ridden by greed,” she cupped Geralt’s jaw, “Please be very careful what you say to him. He will try to reduce your pay. He’s extremely vulnerable and jealous and relieves his pain by inflicting it on others, especially once he considers someone lower in his pecking order.”
“If he tries that with me, none of my rules will prevent him from finding out where his position in the food chain really is.”
“Where do you think is my place in that ‘food chain’?”
“Right underneath the wolf’s, of course,” he pushed her over, resting his weight on the elbow underneath her head, “You can be only eaten by me,” he had heard enough for a day. It was time for a diversion, “as a midnight snack.”
He kissed her thoroughly before he went to nibble down her throat and took a lick between her breasts. Everything to pull his mind away from the abyss she had shown him. Their combined scent filled his nose, the sight of smooth skin that covered a round mound and the dark hollow of her arm, the taste of her nipple… and the other one, he found as delicious. He moved lower, her thigh rubbed along his hip; he cupped her breast, feeling her nipple had stiffened with excitement as he nibbled down a salty path along her short ribs. Her waist was small underneath his hand; her bellybutton was accompanied by long lines beside her abdomen that ran fluently from her short ribs to her hipbone. She wiggled her round hip against him. She was so touchy underneath that arm, it was exiting.
Turning her around, he wanted to explore the valley that he had spotted when she hung face down over the edge of the bed. And also the dimples above her round butt, the ones that deepened when she looked at him over her shoulder. But first things first; her braids had come loose and he combed them out as he kissed her neck again, digging his fingers into the wavy dark mass that smelled of lemon balm. He bit her shoulder lightly to get even and her butt came up to nudge his groin. She would fit underneath him conveniently on all fours.
While she rose to fill the gap between their bodies and grant him easy access, he ran his palms over her sides and breathed down her spine. There was that cute dimple on her lower back! He squeezed the firm globes below and moved to find the other dimple. Her skin glowed golden in the lamp light. His palm ran deeper, exploring the silken skin and the horizontal fold underneath her bottom as his teeth closed around the solid muscle that padded the back of her hip bone for solid action. She moaned and he let go to get the full picture, “You really have a nice ass,” he praised.
He moved on his knees, carefully not to press on her calves. Her center was moist and ready, when he brushed his thumb over it gently, she shivered. “So nice,” he took a firm hold on her hip and guided his erection into the wanton slit without further ado. Rolling his head backwards, his hips pushed forwards, her heat closed around his penis like warm honey. It was perfect. From this new direction, she was tight again. He felt her twist, “shhh,” he grabbed her other hip firmly to steady her until his slow entry was complete.
She did not cry or fight or buck. She just froze up and submitted to his action in a wave of fear and adrenaline that went right into his nose. He felt like she had slapped him in the face and dozed him with cold water that smelled like something died in it. “Geralt please, I need to see you!” She pleaded and his hands opened like he burned his palms. She pushed herself up and knelt upright, her back arched and she twisted to make contact with his amber eyes. It was him, she was alright… but his pupils were wide in shock. He inched back, his withdrawal tugged on her inner walls. “Please don’t,” she breathed, trying to relax, to keep him inside her as she sat on his lap. “I can do it,” she promised.
So he had crossed her limitations after all, or rather found them with her help. He sat on his heels and pulled her knees against his hip to prevent her from squirming around on his lap, “You don’t need to prove me anything,” he placed his arm around her shoulders, holding her close. “It’s better to stop and listen to your body.”
“You did not hurt me the slightest;” she clung to him and dug her nose into his white hair “I’m alright.”
“Good. It’s not your fault but I need a break,” he lowered her on the sheets and ran his fingertips over her cheek gently as he stood. He stretched to his full height and pulled the ladle from the water bucket to drink, spitting the first mouth full into the gutter before taking more sips. He snatched a wet cloth from the pile and went to the oven to rinse it in a bowl of hot water. He wrung the cloth, the water searing his hands briefly. He shook it out to lower the temperature.
Velita had been watching him from the bed, “hey, that’s my job,” she piped up and moved to rise.
“No. You need to lay face down.”
“Hm.” She settled her cheek on her forearm and stretched out in plain view. If he wanted to return yesterday’s curtsey, she was all in for it. She shouldn’t have balked for nothing, she was such a coward. He climbed over her, brushed her long open hair from her back over her shoulders and placed the warm cloth flat on her bared neck and shoulders.
She could not see him anymore, but this felt nice and warm. She could do it, she had been fine before. His heavy weight shifted without touching her, the cloth moved lower, his fingertips ran lightly down her ribs, her sides, her hips. She realized that he was testing her and parted her thighs a bit more. His palms on the cloth followed her leg down to the ankles, then his touch vanished for a moment, went around her other ankle and up the other leg. His touch was hot while rest of her skin felt cold as the hot moisture evaporated. She turned her head and brushed her hair aside to see him, her hardened nipples scratched over the sheet.
She longed to see his face, but all she got was his muscular shoulder just above her, so close, so heavy it could crash her like… just memories. They were dead. Like bad dreams she would get over it by new dreams, new pictures, and new memories. He never put the slightest weight on her as he pulled the cloth away and threw it into the steaming bowl. The fingers of his other hand remained on the apex of her thighs, his large warm palm firmly in the crevice underneath her butt.
He was certain that she would let him take it much further, but he wanted expectation, not acceptance. “Did you like this?” – “Yes, Geralt,” maybe he would test her some more? – “Turn around then.” She did, everything was good when she could see him and he smiled down at her. Looming above her briefly to get the rinsed cloth back, he repeated the procedure over her front side and her arms. “You are very thorough,” she smiled and enjoyed his attention. - “It’s just water,” he flared his nostrils, the stench of fear had evaporated, her sensitivity returned but he would go no further.
He pulled her blanket up, got his own blanket from his saddle and extinguished the lantern on his way back into the bed. She moved so he could settle in. He nudged her to turn to the wall then spooned around her, breathing down her neck in the dark. He was right behind her, she could not see him, but no more fear was coming from her, just warmth and small sounds of comfort. Being with her was enough.
He closed his eyes as well, napping in constant vigilance like the predator he was.
She was worth protecting.
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