Geralt went to rip Gretchen's shirt down the middle in a complete frenzy of passion, but Gretchen pulled back, shaking her head.
"No, don't...let me..."
Grunting, Geralt stepped back, allowing Gretchen to pull the baggy black shirt up. Hating the jealously he didn't think he was capable of feeling, he knew the real reason why she didn't want this shirt destroyed. It was her husband's. He rarely saw women wearing shirts and slacks. His thoughts drifted to Renfri, she dressed like this. In fact, Gretchen reminded him so much of her it actually seemed frightening. She pulled the shirt off, over her head, before tossing it to the ground. There Geralt stood back, taking in her naked form. She was thin, but her breasts were plump, firm, and perfectly shaped. Beneath her breasts, going down her stomach were three long ugly burns, all raised white dimpled flesh. Besides that, he saw no other flaws on her pale smooth body. Feeling his manhood begin to tighten in his slacks, he let out a deep breath before Gretchen crossed her arms, briefly covering her breasts for a moment as she cupped her elbows and sighed.
"Are you staring at my scars?"
Geralt's amber eyes glanced down at them before he nodded. A hint of color seemed to raise in her cheeks, as she dropped her eyes embarrassed.
"I know, they look awful..."
Geralt took a second before he unclasped the straps going over his vest, before peeling it off, before pulling his shirt off. Tossing his clothes to the side, he was amused by her stunned expression, staring at his massive muscular body. Geralt motioned to his arms and chest which were littered with scars. "It's okay...I've seen worse." Gretchen stepped forward, looking over his body with curious eyes. Gently, she placed her flat palm against his chest, feeling the taunt warm muscle beneath his scared damaged skin. Lightly, her fingertips traced trails and marks of the scars, all stories of his life, tales of creatures, monsters, and beasts.
"Creatures...like myself."
Her mind whispered. That's when she saw the recent claw marks going across his chest, four even line going across. Staring at them closely, she gently traced the healing scabbed over grooves where a massive claw must have swiped him.
"So this is where all the damn trouble began huh?"
Geralt smirked, his long white hair hanging down in his face.
"I guess so."
Gretchen lifted her eyes and stared ups t him. Geralt stared down, both locking eyes.
"Is it true about your kind...the stories I've been told?"
"People make up tall tales in order to deal with what we are."
"And...what are you?"
"A product of magic, pain, and necessary tragedy. I live for one purpose and one purpose only. To kill monsters, and walk the continent alone. There isn't many others of us left."
"Is most of the stories are tall tales, then you can feel emotion. You are half human? Have you ever loved before?"
Geralt thought of Renfri, her large eyes gazing up at him as she died by his sword. A strange tightening came from his chest, an ache he rarely felt anymore. Sighing, brow wrinkling, he stared down at her.
"Once."
"What happened?"
"She died...I...killed her."
Gretchen didn't even blink. She stared up with understanding eyes as Geralt cleared his throat.
"I had a choice, and in the end I picked the wrong one. There have been women I've felt drawn to, fascinated with...but this princess was the only one I truly think maybe I could have felt love for. I'll never know though."
"You've never spoken about her before?"
Geralt shook his head.
"There was another woman...but that was more fascination than with Renfri. She is the only one I wish so badly to have gotten a second chance with...this..."
He motioned to his sword, laying by his clothes.
"This was her crest. It's one of the few objects I hold precious to myself. She stays with me in whatever I have left of a heart."
"You aren't used to talking so much about yourself are you?"
Geralt nodded, staring at her. Gretchen sighed, running her palms slowly up and down his chiseled chest, feeling the marks of his scars.
"On my wedding night I showed Cahir these marks...the ones on my stomach. They were from the madam who took me in. I didn't remember the marks on the back until the sorcerer explained it was from men starting to turn. I told Cahir about my beatings and punishments...and...he was the first person to ever believe me and listen. Now I'm supposed to believe he's with his family trying to hunt me down like a dog. I know we barley knew each other...but I loved him Geralt."
Geralt grunted and shook his head.
"When men are frightened of the unknown, the real beasts reveal themselves."
Gretchen closed her eyes sighing for a moment.
"If I don't die before I fully change, I won't allow myself to. My heart is broken that this happened but there's no changing a single thing. I believe you are right. I don't want to bring Cahir any more pain. He may very well hate me, if he is in fact with the other men and his family searching to kill me. Still, I rather remember the few days we shared together. That...I'll hold onto until finally my time has come to an end. If I'm not a burden, and you truly believe this isn't all part of the spell...let me travel with you Geralt. You can teach me, and I'll try to make myself useful. Hell, we even saw earlier...these changes...they hurt, but they can help. When the time finally comes...I rather die by my choice. Then you'll be free."
"Gretchen..."
Closing her eyes, she shook her head.
"I just want to forget, help me Geralt of Rivia...help me."
Geralt stared at her, before she reached down and cupped the bulge that was forming in his leather slacks. She saw his entire expression change, caught off by surprise, as he closed his eyes for a moment, stiffening, before she gave it a gentle squeeze. Nostrils flaring, he stared down at her, before he tried to control the low rumble in his voice.
"Take your slacks off quickly, lay down..."
Gretchen stepped back, and quickly undid her slacks, before slipping out of them, and pulled each boot off carefully. Standing naked, she stared at him. Geralt's amber eyes glowed with arosal before he stared down at her womanhood, and the tiny patch of hair. He took a deep breath, before she laid down, and hiked herself up slightly on her elbows. Geralt took her in body, her long legs, her scars, her breasts, everything. Gretchen stared up before nodding.
"Now you. I want to see you."
Geralt grunted, before undoing his belt, unbuttoning his slacks, and pushing them down along with his boots. Kicking everything to the side without so much as another thought. He saw her staring at his penis, eyebrow raised in both shock, as well as surprise. He guessed her darling husband hadn't held a candle compared to his own loins. It was hard, sticking up around the hair that surrounded it, nearly touching his stomach. Without so much as another word, he knelt down, before taking hold of both of her knees. Prying her legs open, he stared down at her, but knew if he started kissing her, he wouldn't be able to hold back. This binding spell, or whatever it was made his balls as well as his own head throb. His penis stuck up painfully, swollen, and pulsing. For a moment, staring at her slim thin body he was tempted to tell her what himself and the sorcerer had suspected. Instead he ignored it, pushing it aside, before he reached down, and swept his hand between her legs against the slit of her opening.
It was slick and wet, and Gretchen closed her eyes and began to breath in steady breaths. He knew if he waited any longer, he would spend himself before he even entered her. Taking hold of his penis, he knelt between her open legs, before directing himself, and with one swift hard direct thrust, entered her. Gretchen snapped her eyes shut, loudly crying out before one hand roughly grasped onto his broad muscular scar littered shoulder. Her nails dug deeply into the skin, drawing thin blood. She tilted her head back, before she began shaking her head.
"Geralt, stop! Take it out! It's too big! Please..."
Geralt knew his size was often too much for women to handle. This girl had only been with one other man, her husband less than a week ago. He was determined to vanish any thoughts of this bastard from both her mind and her heart. He stared down at her, long white hair hanging before he leaned down and gently kissed her cheek. She shuddered from beneath him, eyes opening, rimmed with tears.
"It hurts..."
"Shhhh, it won't in a second, just lay back, spread your legs wider..."
Gretchen took a second, swallowing, sweat pouring down her face before her tense body slowly relaxed. She laid beneath him, before he stared down and pumped his hips down. Gretchen locked the cry in her throat, before he stared down, closely studying her before thrusting again. Her body laid limp beneath him, before he did it again, grunting as his bare ass lifted, and fell, lifted and fell, lifted and fell. Suddenly he saw her body beneath him relax. She was so tight he honestly didn't think he could last. Instead, he felt her legs jiggle on each side of him, before her hips started to respond with his. Slowly they started to raise up against his. He leaned down devouring his mouth with hers, sucking on her lips, tasting her, and moaning as his large hand cupped her breast, sweeping across her nipple, and mounding it between his large rough fingers. Slowly, he felt her left leg curl and wrap across his ass. He stared down, as she stared up, no longer in pain.
"Don't stop...faster, please faster..."
She panted, staring up. Smirking, he pushed his hips down again, before finding a rhythm. Here he began to thrust away at a frightening rate, grunting as he pushed her into the cold cave floor. He continued moving inside of her, hearing the faint wet slapping sound of his full balls go against her skin. Gretchen suddenly began to shiver from beneath him. Her eyes rolled back into her head, as her mouth opened as she started to cry out in passion.
Happy he was allowing her to feel such pleasure, he continued working away, bucking his hips, filling her womb with his manhood, enjoying the warm friction their own bodies were creating. That's when he felt himself coming close. Shoulder blades arching, he pressed his forehead against hers, when suddenly like an explosion he thrusted once, twice... and finally grunted, as he felt his penis deeply buried inside her warm tight body twitch, before his balls emptied out and the white warm ropy fluid, useless to ever provide a child emptied and oozed out between her legs. He gasped, before collapsing his full weight against her, before he felt everything seem to spin. He hadn't climaxed that hard in years. Exhausted, he laid there for a moment, still very much inside of her before he lifted his head, hair hanging down messy, before looking down at her.
"You okay?"
Gretchen blinked, before slowly nodding.
"Yes."
He smiled, leaning down he turned her head slightly before gently kissing the side of her mouth.
"I didn't hurt you much did I?"
Gretchen slowly shook her head.
"It hurt...but...it..."
Her words trailed off before she closed her eyes, embarrassed and giggled. This sweet sound in the cave caused Geralt to raise an eyebrow and smile himself.
"Really?"
Gretchen smiled before Geralt slowly pulled himself out of her. She looked uncomfortable for just a moment as his penis flopped back and forth, his semen spread and pooled beneath her thighs. Laying beside her, he hiked himself up on one elbow and looked at her. Gently she rubbed her lower stomach. Geralt looked at her.
"You okay?"
"Just a little sore..."
Geralt reached over, his large hand gently sweeping across her lower stomach. Gretchen smiled, before he went to lean down and kiss her. Gretchen tensed up, slightly pulling away. Looking down at her, he saw her eyes filled with guilt.
"Sorry..."
She held up her bare hand now.
"Guess...I..."
"Still feel married. It's okay..."
"We'll take off tomorrow?"
Geralt nodded.
"Where?"
"North. Gretchen nodded, before closing her eyes, hands resting on her flat stomach.
"I think I'll sleep good tonight Geralt of Rivia. But I'm afraid your manhood is making my insides ache. You are quite something else..."
She said, slowly whispering, before her eyes closed as Geralt watched as her breasts raised and fell as she began to sleep. Smirking, he turned over, taking his cloak which laid on the floor before turning back over and draping it over her naked body. She muttered something, turning towards him and continued to sleep. Staring at her, fascinated, he reached down and continued to stroke her lower stomach as well. It may only be a week or so old, but he could sense it, much like the sorcerer. Skin walkers, half breeds, any sort of that kind usually became pregnant quick. Their pregnancies were ten times faster than a normal human one. By next week, she would be showing.
It seemed as if Cahir, Gretchen's husband had indeed gotten her pregnant, his seed, along with her cross breed womb, going a child deeply inside of her. He wasn't sure in her condition if it would survive?
He knew this would complicate things. She might insist on trying to find Cahir again, even if it meant her life. Staring at her, he hated this was happening to her. This poor frightened young girl was told her truth, as well as given a death sentence. Now in just a few days, she would see another change happening to her body. one in which she wouldn't be able to stop. Would it mostly be human? A half breed like herself? Or a complete beast? Sighing, he didn't know. It was safely snug in her womb, and just moments ago he could sense it as he made love to her.
She was still unaware, and as they began to travel, he would be the one to tell her before she discovered herself. Sighing, he continued rubbing her flat stomach, hating that so much misery was happening to this poor cursed soul.
Not quite having the answers, he pulled her gently towards him before gathering her into his large arms. She muttered for a second, before nuzzling her head against his chest.
"Cahir..."
She softly said in her sleep/ Raising an eyebrow, he sighed knowing despite what he did, her heart still belonged to her husband. Laying there, holding her close he wondered what this husband would do knowing what exactly Gretchen was? How little time she had left, that just now she had made love to another man who felt he would murder for her, and most important...that she carried his child. Much like herself, not asking to exist with tainted blood. Cursed before it was even born. Not even having the slightest idea on what to do, he sighed before laying his head down and stared down at her flat stomach, thankful for one side affect of being his kind.
He could never give children.