The sensation of being dragged through the water was not one that Geralt would ever get used to, that water smothered him and made it almost impossible to move with any power, but this was the first time he had never wanted to break away and sink his sword into the beast chest. Not with his mate clinging tightly to him. Adva arms were tightly clamped around him, her talons firmly pressed against his skin, not piercing but protecting a warning to those around her. Despite his mutated eyes and his body being pressed against her, he could only make out the pale silver of her skin and the curtain of hair that obscured her from his eyes. The only thing that he could make out was the tail that propelled them through the water. The red from the moment before was now a black that melded into the darkness of the water. Occasionally the sunlight that penetrated the depths shimmered across her tail, making it glisten menacingly.

Just as his lungs began to burn, he felt a flood of oxygen invade his body, and he let an involuntary gulp of air as he was heaved up on a solid slab of stone. Grunting lowly, the Witcher heaved himself up onto his elbows on his back as he blinked the water out of his eyes. The cave was dark, only illuminated by the light pass through the surface of the water. It was just enough light, but even in darkest places, her beauty would shine out as she gentle bobbed in the water.

'Adva….'

Gliding through the water and pulling herself up hard against her 'You are mine.'

'Adva…'

'You are mine….not hers or theirs but mine.' Adva purred angrily as she effortlessly pulled herself onto the bank of stone, tail flourishing behind her before vanishing and two pale legs appeared from somewhere as she crawled her way across to him, boldly saddling the bewildered Witcher.

'Wha…Adva stop…..What are you doing…stop.' Geralt spluttered his rough hands awkwardly posed on the near-naked woman as she pushed forcefully against him.

Golden eyes roamed the body of his mate. The rags that clung to her body obscured the most intimate parts, but it was far more of her body then he had ever seen—all pale and plump, saddling his waist.

'You. Are. Mine.' A growl vibrated against his mouth as she claimed his mouth with a searing kiss.

A moan rumbled through his chest as weeks of longing and suffering ending in that one soft kiss. Awkward hands found a home on the small of her back and tangled in her wet locks. Her own small hands rested against the sides of his face as their lips met in a passionate embrace.

Between his legs, a painful reminder of her need began to stir. The need had built up since 'that' day his touch did nothing in neither satisfied the ache nor filling the want to hold her against him as they lost themselves in each other. The feel Adva's body against him after so long was enough, but her lips on his and the feel of her core on his waist was more then flesh and body could stand.

'Adva' the plea fell deafly in the air as she promptly reclaimed his lips. Her eyes where dark and stormy, not a trace of those soft metallic blue eyes that he adored remained. 'No Adva stop.' The Witcher growled, as his hands found their way to her waist, freeing him from her intoxicating lips' Wait…we. I can't… you'll regret this….please.' A low moan escaped him as if in pain.

'NO. Your mine. Only mine. You aren't hers. You are my mate, my love. I can't be without you anymore.'

Geralt's golden eyes found that exposed blue in her eyes, and the gentleness of the features that exposed that vulnerability look down at him, pleading with him. The strength that struggled within him buckled under the weight of that look, all that want, and desire surged within him as she sat up to capture her lips in a tender release of his feelings.

Moans and groans echoed against the walls of the cave spurring the two lovers. With each moan spurred Geralt on and his aching cock twitched painfully between his leg, which Adva seemed to sense in a surge of want spurring her to clumsily roll her hips against him. Frantic hands pulled at his shirt, sliding it his shoulders before letting her hands explore the broad explains of his chest. Geralt himself let relevant to his need to touch her and let his hands slide down her sides and settle teasingly on her hips fingering patterns into the tender flesh. With another roll of her hip, her core settled against the lace of his breeches coyly grinding against his cock.

A breathy rumble roared from his chest as even through the leather of his pants; he could feel her wetness. Pulling back a predatory smile etched over her hands as she frantically pulled at his tie before exposing his long hard length and sat heavily against his stomach.

'Adva….' The plea turns to a hiss as she seated herself on top of the warm cock, her sleek pussy tentatively ground against him

A primitive growl forced its way from his chest and roared savagely into the air. It felt like pure heaven before it had been a passion-driven dry hump through their clothes and that felt like nothing he had experienced, this was something wholly different, their bare skin touching in the most intimate area and he had no power to stop himself. He knew she would hate him for taking advantage of her in this state, whatever it was, but he could not bring himself to care, it this moment she was his, and he was her and nothing in the world was going to stop them at this moment. He was hungry for her touch, deprived and wanting and as much as he knew he should stop her, he was powerless.

Hands-on hips, Geralt rolled his hip up to meet her thrusts, causing her head to full back in a loud moan. 'Oh, Geralt.'

With a growl he did it, again and again, his eyes never leaving the picture of ecstasy that moved above him. Pushing him down, Geralt watch in awe as she settles herself down against him and with a frenzied need began to move at a frantic pace, Geralt hands pushing and pulling her hips with every thrust there lips meeting in a hungry lips

'Geralt….gods….so good.' She cried out as he pulled her head back to let out a soft cry of pleasure.

'Come for me….Come….for me.' Geralt grunted out through clenched teeth as his lips found her once against.

In a sudden act of defiance, Adva pulled away; hips stilled as she sat up and readjusted herself to rest her hands on his chest before feverishly grinding her pussy against his cock. Her wet pussy rolling over his head, again and again, hitting her clit with every movement causing a shiver to run over her body with her thrust. The feeling was pure torture, it felt like hours since they had started the sounds of their cries filling the cave and Geralt felt the last of his resistance fail him, and he collapsed against the cold stone floor and shifting his legs jolted her forwards and sprawl across his chest. Letting him wrap his arms around her and work his hips hurriedly against her hers. The sweat sticky their bodies together.

'Geralt….Gertalt….arghhhh…Mmmmm' the power of her orgasm ripped through her, and the feel of her wetness surging onto his cock sent the Witcher over the edge in a howling mess of grunts and growls as thick ropes of white cum painted his chest.

Geralt's gazed up at her in awe; her wet hair clung to her face as she rode out her orgasm as gentle tremors still shook against her body. She looked like a goddess, water dripping from her hair and trailing down her body before sliding out of view behind the tatter rags that were once her clothes. Her pale skin painted with a dark pink afterglow. As long as he lives, he would never meet anyone as perfect as she was now. The Witcher watched as she blinked away the lust-filled daze that clouded her mind, and she smiled at him. That same loving smile he showed him that day he walked her into town, sweet and warm but her eyes, her eyes were now the metallic blue that he had come to know so well. Panic swelled within him as he felt her body tense up, and the look of embarrassment take over her features. The stunning afterglow turned into a violent blush that spread across her body.

'I….I don't know…How…I am sorry.' A stammered string of words fell from her lips, and she scurried off the Witcher. 'I don't know what came over me.' A whisper chocked out a whisper as the mermaid's eyes fell on the mess that was currently splattered across his chest. 'Ohhhh' a new wave of embarrassment washed over her skin as she curled into herself, hiding her face from his gaze behind a curtain of wet locks.

The white-haired Witcher wanted to say something, anything, an apology, an excuse, reassurance, a plea of devotion but being a man of very few words his speech failed him, instead she received his usually grunting hum.

'hmmmmmmm'

Never letting his eyes fall from her form, Geralt pulled his soaked shirt from the floor and tenderly wrapped it round the shaking woman, their passions no longer keeping her warm from the Cave harsh conditions.

'Come on the little flower.'

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It was not a pleasant walk back she dressed in what remained of her clothes. At some point on their journey back, Geralt had found a horse blanket that he wrapped her shivering form. Geralt was bare-chested, leather trousers hanging loose on his hips. The harshness of the weather did not seem to faze him as he steered her through the grove of trees and up the steep stone steps, in his typical moody, pensive state. It was times like these that she wishes she could understand what went through the Witchers head, did he regret the cave, was he worried about the attack her sudden acquisition of a tail or her throwing herself on top of him and taking advantage of him. A warm feeling spread over her body as she recalled the furious frenzy of the cave. The feeling was different from their first time; this was passionate and animalistic. And this time she was on top and turned Geralt into a grunting mess. That made her feel powerful, and bringing her soulmate to the edge was something that she wanted to do again and again.

'ADVA! Thank god' Jaskiers shrill voice carried across the hall.

Adva couldn't help but wince at the sound. It was too loud. As much as he loves the bard she didn't want to deal with him she just wanted to stay with Geralt and forget about the mermaids, mages and all the stupid messed up stuff that had been her life for the last few months.

'Your concern for my welfare is touching, Jaskier.' Geralt grunted out, and he pushed Adva further into the warmth of the castle.

'Are you hurt? How do you feel, should I get Triss? Jaskier rumbled off much to the annoyance of both mates.

'I am fine. Just want a bath and to get warm' Adva smiled at her friend's overenthusiasm

'Come on, Adva we will run you a bath in the kitchen.' Jaskier cooed adoringly as he wrapped her in his arms, pulling her towards the kitchen.

'You are not taking her anywhere.' Geralt growled through bare teeth.

'Geralt…enough with the possessive caveman thing you have going on. You have more important things to attend to in the library.' Triss butted in appearing from behind the library doors. Her face looked haggard and worn, even in the brief while since she had last seen her. There was a look that past between the mage and the white-haired Witcher. Adva noticed the tension; it was clear to see something, something important. 'both of you.'

Adva frowned at them, more than anything she wanted was to take Jaskier up on the bath, but despite her escapee with Geralt, her attack was at the forefront of her mind. The last six months of her life had been overwhelming, forcible removed from Brightwater, dragged halfway across the land, attacked by jealous mages and mermaid minions all the while dealing with the fact she was an actual Mermaid. A literal mermaid- with a god damn tail. And even if that was not enough, she was a mate to a handsome Witcher. That Witcher being Geralt of fucking Rivera, the most famous and converted of all the Witchers. Staring up at the hulking form of her mate, nostrils flared, and fists clenched as he scented the air and darkness consumed his golden eyes.

'Go with Jaskier.' Geralt grunted as he pushed forward past Triss and into the library.

A still of annoyance surges within as she brushed off Jaskier's hands and followed the Witcher.

'Hello Geralt, I would say I am pleased to see you, but in my current mood. I am really not.'

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Cersei sat at the head of the table sipping tea from a delicate china cup, the scent of lemon and ginger waffled through the air paired with the sweet scent of Jam and scones piled high on a silver platter. Vesemir all the while staring daggers at her from the other side of the table from behind a flagon on bitter smelling ale. She looked as elegant as ever, dressed in a vibrant green dress and looked almost out of place in the grim greyness of the library. She seemed to be unconcerned about the raging tempers that bubbled around her, instead of focusing on the tea in front of her.

'You!' Geralt yelled, accusing as he marched toward the woman, chest heaving as a growl resonated against him.

'Yes, Geralt, me. I think anyone with eyes can see who it is. Don't be some overdramatic.' Cersei snapped as she settled down the teacup on the armrest to look at Geralt with some disdain. 'I leave you to take care of YOUR MATE and look at her; she is practically naked covered in that filthy blanket, covered in cuts. Call yourself a mate, letting her be attacked by a Merperson. I don't call that looking after her.' Cersei quipped, a perfectly plucked eyebrow arching over the brim of her teacup.

'You are hardly one to talk. How could you not tell Adva what she was.' Triss growled out, marking her was to stand shoulder to shoulder with Geralt.

'Adva had to be completely ignorant of her heritage. Advanna was placed in my care for her own safety. It was a precautionary measure needed to protect her from the people who want to bring about her demise. If you haven't noticed Adva here isn't a full mermaid but the first hybrid to be born in the Great Sea. As you can imagine, Queen Azalea was keen to keep her daughter safe knowing one day that she would be strong enough to return and rule, but her mothers' side with her mate.' Cersei retorted, putting down her teacup and standing, carefully smoothing out any wrinkles from her dress as stood.

Adva clutched the blanket closer to her as she glared across at her former guardian. Her tone was so cold and prim it made her fists itch with the want to connect with the blondes face. It was her tone and manner that made her feel an incensed amount of rage. A small part of her felt ashamed of the hatred of her former guardian, but the rest of her just felt angry, angry at her lies and deceit.

'Well, Geralt hasn't bonded with her, yet so you can piss off' Triss gritted out tensely, advancing on the older mage, who remained unbudging from her place.

'Wait, did you just say her mother is Queen Azalea? Her mother is an actual queen?... That is gonna make a great song.' Jaskier whispered mostly to himself but caused a wave of eyes rolls from around the room.

'Fortunately, with the mess that Geralt has been making of all of this. I come with a solution-' Cersei smiled tightly and from thin air appeared a turquoise vial. In the shape of a heart. Not the symbol but an exact replica of a human heart with all its veins and arteries in a delicate silver shining against the green of the glass.

'It a potion that will disconnect the link between you. All you need do is add a drop of your blood to the potion, and I will give it to Adva to drink and then I will take her to her mother who is very…anxious for her return.' Cersi stated calmly and tossed a fine glass vial to the Witcher.

An enraged roar erupted from Geralt chest as he bared down at the mage.

'That is suicide; breaking the bond would kill Geralt. For one person to sever the link, the other slowly becomes and shell and dies of heartbreak.' Triss gasped.

'Adva is stronger than anticipated. We didn't think that would be able to transform, but now it's clear she is much more powerful than we thought. She may even outpower her mother with training. Its time Adva takes her place right beside her mother.' Cersei soothed, proffering the vessel to the snarling Witcher. 'Geralt you are a good man, but you clearly cannot look after her properly. It clear. You have lived a long life already. This spell would only shorten your life to that of a mortal man. Look at her….. it's for the best.'

Geralt gazed over at his mate, standing against the door, shivering. She looked so small and vulnerable, looking up at him with pleading eyes. It was true; he could not look after her; she was covered in dirt and cuts. He almost lost her to Yennefer hair-brained scheme and that murdering mermaid. He loved her. More than loved her, he adored her. Every fibre of his body needed her more than oxygen more than anything. He would wade into battle with the foulest creatures and endure the severest hardships just to get a glimpse of his smile. She was so pure. Their brief escapades would be forever engraved on his mind; every touch burnt onto his skin that would comfort in the darkest days to come. Slowly he let his hand clamp over the sharp edge of the top, red liquid dipping into the container.

Cersei waited patiently as it filled slowly, the burgundy substance mixing with the other liquid till finally, a soft hum emerged from the small object, and the blonde extends her hand towards her former ward. 'All you need to do little one is to drink this in one, it won't taste nice, but it will sever the connection with Geralt. You won't feel a thing, neither will Geralt.' The soft voice the only sound in the library.

Adva let her gaze focus on the little bottle with all its little ornate decoration, she has never seen an actual heart but is how she would imagine it would look. If she had been given the bottle, she wondered if she would have taken it, swigged it without a second thought, but know the sight of the thing made her feel sick. Without moving, her eyes scanned the rest of the room, all eyes fell upon her, apart from the only pair that mattered. Geralt's back was to her, shoulders slumped, staring straight ahead out of the window into nothingness. Maybe at the start of this, she wouldn't have cared, hell a week ago she probably would have but now, now was different.

'Get out. Now' Adva growled.

'Adva….' Cersei gave a sad smile, but that infuriated her all the more.

'Don't you dare Adva me…you lied to me my whole life? I am not drinking it, and I am not coming with you…I am going to stay here with Geralt.

'You don't need to stay here, Geralt gave his blood to the potion, he has given you the freedom to come home. To where people love you.' Cersei's hand stretched out against offering the bottle.

Snorting in disgust Adva's hand flew out violently, knocking the vessel into the floor with a soft clatter the brown contents seeping into a small puddle onto the floor. 'Geralt loves me…I think, or at least he has never lied to.' Adva hissed. 'You and this so-called mother kept me from my family, my people and placed me with Tradi and in a Brothel. Did you really think that was the best place for a child, do you know how should achingly lonely I was? You left me to figure all this out myself.'

'I did that to protect you…' Cersei tried.

'I don't care. I have made my decision. I am not alone anymore; I have Geralt. I thank you for everything you tried to do for me, but I don't need you. And I certainly don't want anything to do with the Queen of the Mermaids. I am taking charge of my life; I am choosing Geralt. We are going to figure out the whole mate thing, so help me for good or bad it will work. Now I am telling you one last time- leave before I make you.' Adva snapped, and to make her point all the poignant she slammed the heel of her foot down onto the bottle, the glass cracking in a soft, sharp snap, even with the glass slice through her foot she refused to back down.

'Just because you have grown a tail girlie do not for a second think you can talk to me like that….you are coming home with me. You need to be with your family.' Cersei bit out.

'I am with my family.' Adva gritted out.

Cersei narrowed her eyes at the scowling woman

A surge of wind began to bellow outside and batter against the window, golden hand raised in a tense claw, fingers fidgeting in spasms of energy. Geralt was first to react, barrelling towards the blonde mage only to be bounced away and sprawled against the table and deafening clatter sounded as the contents of the tabled flew across the floor. The next was Vesemir, who got further than Geralt, almost grazing her hair before being sent spiralling into the air knocking into the Triss and Jaskier.

'Enough.' Adva growled, dropping the blanket from around her shoulder and throwing her hands forwards, twisting her hand out crippling her blonde women in front of her, contorting the figure into paralysis figure of fear, gasping and wheezing.

'I don't ever want to see you again. I want you to leave us alone, and I never want to hear from my mother. EVER. Triss!'

A groan echoed through the room as Triss pushed Jaskier off her with an almighty push. Scurrying to her feet and summered a shimmering white portal and grabbing the mage by her long blonde hair chucked her through the portal with a triumphant smirk.

A huff of relief fell from her lips as she let her hand fall to her hips, only for her to notice she was only wearing thin strips of fabric. A deep blush covered her body, and her arms wrapped around herself to cover what was left of her modestly.

'Adva…. Who knew what you were hiding such a voluptuous figure?' Jaskier beamed. 'Would make a rather risqué ballad…. I think I could even work in the pretty but psycho mage.' Jaskier jumped up as if he had been sprawled across Vesemir and began to search the wreckage of room quill and parchment.

A primitive growl erupted Geralt as he took Adva in his arms, scooping her up and carrying her out of the room slamming the door behind him.

'Oh, thank god, I don't think I could have taken any more moping' Vesemir gruffly grunted 'Quickly pass me the ale, I don't want to be sober when that bed start squeaking.'

I am so sorry that I haven't updated on here. But I have been so busy with work so I am treating you with two updates. Please leave a comment they make my day.