Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

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.

Chapter List
- 7
- 8
- 9
So... surprise! It took me about five seconds of thought to come to the conclusion that I was 100% going to write Francesca in, no hesitation. I hope you enjoyed the character introductions, don't forget about Cedric! Think of Francesca as an Elven goddess, she is called thee most beautiful women, after all! Another shout out to ArenLuxon for the incredible support! We're transitioning slowly back into the story line now, for a reference to the game, we are moving into "Battle Preparations" now, but it's going to be different... For example, Avallac'h is NOT on the ship waiting for Geralt, and the sorceresses are obviously not on the ship either. They have yet to plan the next stage of their plan. Again, reviews are HUGELY appreciated! They are very good motivators, give me inspiration to write better and more.
Chapter 8- 50 different shades of drunk, make for 50 different shades of red.
2nd person POV
Geralt, Triss and Rita all woke up with a big hangover.
Triss was on top of Geralt in the bed, both completely naked. Rita however, was on the far edge of the bed, still fully clothed.
Many wine bottles, broken and whole, along with clothes, gwent cards, and glasses lay strewn about on the floor.
"Uuuuugh, I have a splitting headache." Margarita groaned.
(A/N I can't resist, Margarita drank one too many Margaritas! 'Margarita Laux-Antille'? More like 'Margarita lixes Antequila!' What would you call Rita's father's cock? A Margarita maker!)
Rita got up from the bed to sit, she was holding her head with her right hand.
"My head's fuzzy..."
"We had a lot to drink," replied Geralt from his humble position with Triss naked atop him...
Rita suddenly remembered she wasn't alone and look behind her at him, big mistake...
Her cheeks instantly flamed, and she squeaked.
"What?"
"Ahhhh, Geralt?" Rita asked.
"Huh?" he replied calmly.
"Ugh, lower your voices..." Triss croaked.
She took in her surroundings, Rita, and then Geralt beneath her.
"Ahh!" she squealed and wrapped the covers around herself.
She looked at Rita and then to Geralt, her eyes narrow.
"Did yo-" she started but he quickly replied.
"No, of course not. The alcohol didn't affect me quite as much as it did you two, I remember some things, and that didn't happen, I made sure of it... You were pretty eager though..."
Triss blushed a deep shade of red.
"You took advantage of me?" she asked seriously.
He paled, "ahhhh... I... um."
She erupted in laughter, "Relax! I'm kidding... and quite pleased." She assured him and leaned down for a kiss.
He eagerly returned it, relieved she wasn't upset.
Unlike Yen, Triss told herself she'd never snap at him for being who she loved.
She leaned down again to his neck, and still feeling possessive, bit him right on top of the old mark, refreshing it.
He was hers.
Rita cleared her throat.
Geralt smirked, and Triss looked proud, she probably was beaming at the idea she just kissed and marked him in front of another women.
Not that Rita was any competition, or wanted to be, but that was completely irrelevant to Triss.
"Oh, sorry Rita."
*giggle* "That was fun, I can't remember the last time I was blind drunk... Oh, that's probably because I was too drunk to remember." Rita explained.
They all laughed at that.
"I'm going to go stand on the balcony and get some fresh air, leave you two alone."
They nodded.
The two kissed again, making out to each other like they always did in the morning.
His hands ran up and down her sides, her hands tangled in his hair or along his toned chest.
Rita watched them, unknowing to them of course, she watched as the greatest student she ever had, and her lover, the man she owed a life debt to. Showed their love for each other, it was truly a wonderful sight, Rita noticed how eager and happy Triss was with him, and knew that she truly enjoyed his attention and just the ability to be with him.
"She bled her life blood to be with him, sacrificed so much to be where she is right now, with him... I remember that day all those years ago when Phil made us tell Triss that if she didn't give up Geralt she'd be kicked out of the Lodge, when presented with the choice Triss immediately and without hesitation told Phil to go fuck herself, then terminated the connection with a kick." She smiled, knowing just how happy her prodige was.
"She made the right decisions, she earned him, truly. There is no better couple, than those two."
She watched as Triss started moving her hips, she was doing something because they both obviously liked it.
She sighed in content, watching the two lovers.
"Yennefer always was a stupid girl, she honestly struck gold that Geralt was so attracted to her instantly the first time he met her. She treated him like shit but he thought it was worth it, used... or more precisely wasted, his last wish to bind them together so he could have her forever. Most women would have feinted at how romantic that is, and died of jealousy to be in Yennefer's shoes. But Yen just abused it, treated him like a dog, cheated on him, just about never lifted a finger to help him when he needed her..." Rita could think of quite a few examples, "Then he met her friend Triss, and she fell for him like a rock in water. For years she tried to get his attention, and all but completely failed. Then Geralt dropped into her life, practically in her lap, without any memories. It couldn't have been more perfect, she couldn't have been any luckier. Triss saw how Yen treated him, and she wasn't there, she knew she could treat him better and really make him feel loved, more than Yen does. So she did, she treated him like a god, gave him every bit of love and devotion she had, did everything she could to help him recover his memories, and she was his, for a year or so... Then he left her in search of Yen again, it broke her heart. Stupid fool of a man... Later, after what he elaborated yesterday, Yen flew into a rage when she found out, and was also cheating on him the whole time... Never went to look for him, to help him, not a finger. Sometime after that he must have finally realized that Triss was better, that she loves him more than anyone other than her can understand. Ha, I doubt even she knows just how much she loves him." Rita knew only 3rd or 4th hand the story, but she knew it well enough to know how much Triss sacrificed and how much she bled to be where she is now, and also that she doesn't regret any of it. "She still blames herself though, for a lot of the bad things that happened during those years, those scars can't be seen on the outside, but if you look hard enough their there... On her heart. Only Geralt can heal those scars." She thought to herself, thoughtfully. "Triss really does a good job of treating him far better than Yen did, and she clearly treats him better too..." Rita smiled at herself knowingly at that last thought, "Geez, now I'm swooning... Must be the hangover."
Geralt and Triss were getting more and more passionate by the second, she moaned and he growled, he was about to turn them over when a BOOM, sounded in the room and a portal boomed to life in the middle of the room.
"Not again..." Triss whined.
Geralt just growled again, this time at the interruption, the look on his face said he wasn't amused.
Triss sighed in dissatisfaction and moved to tuck into his side, moving her hand in a gesture and making underwear and t-shirts appear on them
They all looked at the portal in anticipation, and after a good 10 seconds a woman stepped out.
It was Francesca Findabair.
"Ceádmil gwynbleidd, sisters." She nodded to them.
After they got out of the shock of seeing her, and her appearing here, Geralt responded:
"Ceádmil, Aen Saevherne." He politely greeted to her.
Triss looked at him with an impressed look, kind of surprised.
He looked at her, saw her expression and said:
"What? I know Elder speech, quite proficiently, I might add. I'm twice your age after all."
"Really? Sure you didn't just hear that somewhere?"
He looked at her seriously and said: "Me Daerienn, Duettaeánn aef cirrán Cáerme Gláeddyv. Yn á esseáth. Esseath me elaine crevan, minne." ( My Sorceress. The Sword of Destiny has two edges, you are one of them. You are my beautiful fox, lover.)
She blushed, then kissed him in apology. "Squass'me" (Forgive me.)
"Well, I can see nothings changed... I'm glad you picked her, or am I wrong and you're still shunning her?"
"Thaess aep, rhena." (Shut up, queen.)
"Pfft, Squass'me, vatt'hgern." (Pfft, forgive me, witcher." Mocking
"Ok... That's enough Elder Speech for one day, why are you here Francesca?"
"Ahh, I almost forgot that Margarita Laux-Anthill was in the room..."
"Bitch! It's Antille!"
Francesca shook her head. "Nope, no, not Anthill I say it is."
"Fuck off!"
Sigh...
"Stop it, why are you here, Franky?" Geralt mocked. Triss and Rita both giggled at the nickname.
"DON'T, call me that."
"Pfft, I'll call you whatever I feel like."
"Oh you litt..." She was irritably cut off.
"Oh, Franky, how about you tell us why your lips are swollen?"
Francesca blushed bright red.
"Ooooh, the Queen has found herself a lover!"
"AH HA HA HA HA!" Both Triss and Rita laughed, Geralt wasn't though.
"Triss, don't laugh at me, I'll have you know that I was against the decision to make you give up Geralt for the Lodge, remember that."
Triss paled, and stopped laughing. "You're right, Squass'me, Francesca."
"Get lonely, Francesca?" He used her real name because he was being sincere.
She had a hurt look on her face.
"Yes, too lonely... Being the Queen, an Elf, and a Sage means that I live a long time, and it got lonely. My second in command, my hand of the Queen, has been my best friend ever since we were growing up together... It turns out he had the same feelings I had for him." She blushed again.
Geralt nodded, not going to push it anymore, he could tell it was something she would rather not talk about to them.
"I see, I'm happy for you, truly. Why are you here, though?"
"Well, I came because Triss asked me to."
Triss looked shocked, "But you said that you weren't coming?"
Geralt added: "Yeah, I remember her telling me, said you weren't gonna leave your little realm with a war raging on."
"Cirilla is most important, if Eredin gets his hand on her death and destruction will rain on the entire world, including Dol Blathanna, I came to fight by your side. Those fucking Aen Elle wraiths will marw." (die)
Geralt looked at her approvingly, and said: "Thank you, enid." (Thank you, Daisy.) (A/N She's Queen of the Valley of Flowers, duh.)
She smiled, and bowed her head. Triss elbowed him in the ribs for his comment.
"How'd you know the coordinates to this room?"
"I stayed here momentarily, a long time ago, it was the cheapest inn..."
"And also a brothel back then," Triss added in her mock voice.
Francesca sighed... "Unfortunately, wasn't a problem though, I did have one dh'oinne try and bed me though..."
She saw their raised eyebrows and said: "What? This was still called the Ruby Suite back then, he must have though I was the most expensive whore or something... It was a brothel after all, no matter how much I despise it, I just told him that I was just sleeping here, and definitely not a whore."
Their eyebrows went up further.
"What? I was actually flattered that he was so attracted by my beauty, he could have used a better pick up line though... "How muuuuch for the night?" didn't get him far."
She chuckled, and they all had a good laugh at that.
"I did walk into a brothel, what was I expecting? By the way, is this still a brothel?"
"Hmmph, no, my friend Dandelion owns it." Geralt replied.
She sighed in relief.
"So, I take it you don't have anywhere to stay? Maybe a tour?"
"Well, I was hoping that my old room would be open..."
"Well that's clearly not the case." He replied quickly.
"Like I said, my friend Dandelion owns the place, he gave Triss and I the best room." He explained, which earned him a pleased smile from Triss and a kiss to the cheek.
"Pfft, fine then. I'll go pay your friend a visit and ask for a room, and thanks but no thanks on the tour, I don't need to see anymore of this place than I have to. Are any of the other sisters here?"
"Yes, currently it's: Myself, Rita, Phillipa, and I think Yennefer is still around here somewhere... and there is of course Cirilla, but she's already made it clear she is NOT joining the lodge, so don't get any ideas."
"Pfft, what the hell did Yennefer do this time?"
"Short or long?" Triss asked.
"Short but with details."
"In short, Yennefer and I foolishly tried to trick Geralt into thinking we got over our jealousy and were gonna give him a threesome... But in reality we were planning to cuff him to the bed and leave him there, instead it turns out he had his own plan and did exactly the same to us, he was very angry with Yen, not as much but still angry with me. He tricked us with pretty bracelets that were supposed to be "gifts," but were dimeritium. He cuffed us to the bed and left us there till morning, Yen naked and me thankfully with clothes still on. He did a few other things to Yen... Dandelion freed us, demoralizing... Yen of course immediately plotted revenge, while I planned how I could make things right with him, and how I could earn his forgiveness, which you can see worked... Yennefer teleported into the room in the morning and was going to insult Geralt, it turned violent quickly, she attacked him but I blocked it. It ESKELated quickly after that, we had a good battle of powers, but in the end I outsmarted her, I baited her and she ended up pinned to the wall. Phillipa took her away later after she and Rita showed up."
Francesca had an impressed look, "Well done Triss."
"She attacked my lover, she'd have never escaped my claws." Francesca nodded in respect and then they changed topics.
Francesca grinned sexily and said: "Daaaaamn Geralt, you gotta do a better job keeping your bitches in line." She emphasized the word 'bitches.' Sarcasm dripping from her voice.
Rita laughed hard at that. "Yes, Triss came to me pleading and heart broken, I realized that I couldn't live without her and was foolish to try. Turns out one is all I need, and all I'll ever want." He mumbled.
Triss beamed at him.
"Yennefer always has been a bitch, she was far better as a figurine..." Francesca stated.
"She's tolerable occasionally, and Ciri looks at her as a mother." Geralt argued.
"Ahh yes, I almost forgot... But I suspect that will change-" she stopped and pointed at the bed then swirled her finger at them. "with this." she finished.
"I hope," Geralt said.
Which earned him another smile from Triss.
"Alright, it was pretty taxing teleporting all this way... And I need to see the other sorceresses, and most of all get some serious sleep."
"Va fáill , gwynbleidd, sisters." She nodded to each of them.
"Va fáil, Aen Saevherne." He nodded respectfully to her, and with that she turned on her heels and headed to the door... Down the stairs and towards the counter to talk to Dandelion and get a room.
A few moments later in the Ruby Suite Geralt said to Triss:
"You remember when you said that some say Francesca is thee most beautiful women in the world?"
She narrowed her eyes at him and hummed: "Mhmm..."
"Well now that I could finally have the chance to really compare, I can finally say my opinion on that rumor."
"And what would that be?"
"That's it's bullshit."
Triss smirked, "And who would be the most beautiful women then?" She purred at him and moved closer to his mouth so her lips were inches from his.
"Without a doubt, You are." He replied, and leaned in.
A/N- I had to rewrite the beginning to this three times to finally get it the way I wanted it to be, I think it turned out right. I guess you could say this was the transition chapter? Nothing real special, I hope it wasn't a slogger to get through... Please Read and Review and tell me what you think about the story so far! Or even just tell me what you think about those special little LOL moments I try to add into these chapters, like Francesca's nickname for example, or my terrible Margarita puns...
- 7
- 8
- 9
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Loving, Living, and Forgiving, The Witchers Way.