Chapter III: A Lonesome Lover

Yennefer paced throughout the room like a disappointed parent, trying to think of the right punishment for their disobedient child. Geralt didn't care to be the receiver of any kind of ridicule or disciplining this evening. Especially not from this woman. He leaned back against the wall of her rented home in Kaer Trolde, orange light dancing on the walls from the fireplace. Their shadows were long and lean as they covered the decorations hung up. Geralt waited for her to say something else. He knew she would.

"So, all that talk about searching for me, caring so much about finding me again, that was all a lie?" She stopped in front of the fireplace. She wore her raven black dress that exposed her shoulders. It was the only color she ever wore it seemed. She was daintier than Geralt had remembered, especially after spending so much time with Triss. "You and Vesemir travel the harsh lands and devasted battle fields. And for what?"

"I did want to find you, Yen," Geralt spoke softly. "And I did care." He paused. He could tell she didn't take any of that kindly. "Yet now… I—

"Found someone better?" she finished. She shook her head slightly at the witcher. "I thought you told me that was in the past. Back at Vizima. That you realized your mistake."

"I thought it was," Geralt said, a hint of ice in his tone. "I was wrong."

Yennefer's eyes flared for a moment with a quiet rage. "What did it take? To so swiftly change your mind? Did all Merigold have to do was speak in a delicate voice, tell you what you want to hear, and then press her rear against your belt?"

"No, I'm not sure if I can explain what it was." He looked at the fire for a moment. "But I'd rather you not talk about her like that."

Yennefer scoffed. "You went from begging me to stay with you to threatening me for being angry in the space of what, a few months!? Who's to say you'll not be back in half a year on your knees before me?"

"I'm sorry that I've hurt you, Yen," he said. He meant that. He had felt a quiet sense of guilt since he and Triss kissed in the hedge maze of the Vegelbud Estate. Not regret, however. None at all. It was in that moment, holding the sorceress in his arms, that he knew something had reawaken. And she had known it too. "But, I don't have feelings about us like I used to."

"All that talk about how it wasn't the Djinn then? That you really did care?" Geralt hadn't thought about that. What that meant. She sighed and leaned herself forward against a table.

"We need to find Ciri," the witcher spoke after a moment of silence. "That should be our focus here, Yen. She needs us more than we need to hash out our anger. We might not have all the time in the world."

"So at least you still care about her," the raven sorceress spoke with bitterness. "Or pretend to. I wondered why it took you so long to get here. Did you spent the days and weeks that you were meant to be looking for my daughter instead in bed with that woman?"

"She's my daughter too," he said with a firm bark. Wanting to follow his own advice he'd just given, Geralt was conflicted. The part of him that still resented her was boiling up. More than he'd like. "Besides," he said with a look straight to her eyes, "she never treated me like a dog."

"A dog?" Yennefer mocked. "Did Triss tell you that as well?"

"Keira Metz actually."

"Oh so there have been several of my friends you've fucked on your way to see me?"

"The only reason I came here was Ciri," Geralt said, getting away from the wall and walking towards her. "Otherwise, I would have stayed in Novigrad. The only part of me that still cares for you is that you're Ciri's mother. I know how much she loves you."

"Well isn't that sweet of you to say?"

Geralt stood only a few feet away from her. The shadow of his two swords rose onto the wall behind him from the flame. "I may not love you, Yen." Behind a veil of outward anger, he could see these words cut. "Not like I thought I once did. But I do mean what I said. I can't find it in myself to hate you. Despite… all the reasons why I probably should." Yennefer stared at him with a piercing glare for a few seconds. It seemed she wanted to say more, to counter what he claimed about her. Yet her eyes moved down to the ground for a moment and then to the door in her room, leading to the main hall of the tavern. Her arms were crossed at her chest. Her body shone with an almost orange glow. For a fleeting moment, the witcher recalled what once was. And then it was gone.

"It is best you get some sleep, Geralt," she said, still not looking at him. "There may be another room available. Ask the innkeeper. Or find another place. We can talk more tomorrow on our way south."

Standing still for a moment, Geralt eventually turned and headed towards the bedroom entrance. As his hand turned the knob and began opening the door, he stopped. Part of him said to tell her not to command him anymore. Another urged to say some biting words before leaving. The part that meant what he said to her was what spoke instead. "Tomorrow we'll see what we can do to find her, Yen. Together… as her parents." Leaving before hearing if she had anything else to say, Geralt walked into the starkly contrasting rowdy tavern hall.

The witcher paid for the small room at a complete opposite angle to Yennefer's. Being that his bed wasn't far from the loud Skellige raiders and tavern wenches, Geralt didn't know if he'd have much luck sleeping. Perhaps he'd just meditate overnight instead, preparing himself for the coming day. While he had missed Crach an Craite and Cerys, the windy, chilly peaks, and rocks of Skellige were not a welcome change. He had in some ways come to like the lively and colorful city of Novigrad during his days there with Triss.

Triss.

It had only been a week or two at most since he'd seen her, yet Geralt already felt it'd been a life. The almost too perfect atmosphere of his stay with the fiery sorceress contrasted depressingly against these mourning shores. Looking at his bed, made of hard wood, patchy and ripped mattress, and ale-stained sheets, he felt even more lost. The warmth of Merigold's bed, the thick fur blanket that covered the two as they slept in each other's arms, the presence of another beating heart next to him. It all comforted him. He had not felt that before. Not with Yennefer, not with any other women of notability or common prostitutes. It was with her that he felt safe to lay his two swords away from where he slept. She was fun too, something Geralt didn't realized he quite wanted to see in a woman. Triss wanted to try new things, whether they be different foods, stores, or even new ways to engage in love. If Novigrad was a safer place then she could have done even more with the witcher and done it more freely. Not hidden under a cloak. Yet that still didn't stop her from doing many of the things she wanted.

And knowing they wouldn't see one another for at least a few months due to Geralt's departure, Triss wanted to make sure their nights were spent in passion and in ecstasy. The witcher also had a hunch she wanted to completely draw him into her and away from ideas of Yen. She was much more docile in bed than the raven sorceress ever was. She would almost worship his erection with her tongue and mouth, at times she would submit her body to whatever Geralt felt like and worked harder at making his climax explosive than any other woman.

As Geralt lay in the uncomfortable bed, two swords just half an arm's length away, he tried to remember those nights and days in the free city. His armor lay set against the nightstand. He felt unsafe without it in this place yet didn't think he could fall asleep with it on. When the room grew dark, and the clamor of the raiders in the hall slowly quieted, Geralt's mind wandered as he crept closer and closer to sleep. In this reality he was lying on a torn-up bed in cold Skellige near his angry and bitter past lover. In dreams and memories, he was back in Novigrad, in that warm bed with the woman he loved.

(A few weeks earlier in Novigrad)

"I'm rather surprised you said yes," Geralt spoke. He got up from the chair across the room from her bed and walked over to her. Triss stood with her hands on her waist, a face full of self-satisfaction. He knew that she wasn't sure about the idea but deep down he could tell it piqued her interest. Besides, it was something Yen never gave him. And Triss would always want to make sure she gave him everything that woman didn't.

"I wanted to make you happy," she said as her eyes trailed up towards him. "Making you happy makes me happy." He leaned down and kissed her sweet lips. His right hand wandered behind her back and grabbed hold of her hind. She chuckled through their kiss. "I'm glad you like it so much," she purred into his ear.

"Can't help myself," he whispered back and then proceeded to pick her up. Triss gave a small, excited squeal as she felt Geralt's strength lift her off her feet. He held her with relative ease and slowly strolled over to the end of the bed. Laying her down with his hand on her back, Geralt felt himself already beginning to harden. Triss's hands moved to her yellow and blue jacket and began to undo the buttons. The witcher stood back up and did his part, removing the tunic from his body. His exposed chest bared the mark of a hundred fights against humans and ghouls. Triss eagerly drank in the sight of his muscular abdomen and arms laced with scars. When her jacket was undone, she peeled away the sides from her front. Geralt never grew tired of the sorceress's chest. Her breasts were like the softest pillows, capped off with a perfect red nipple. She maneuvered her arms out of the clothing and tossed it away from the bed.

"Should I undo my hair?" she asked, watching his eyes as they enjoyed the view.

"No. It gives me something to grab hold of."

She smiled at that and began to pull down her tight leggings. The witcher helped. Her smooth, creamy legs were enticing to him as he pulled down his own trousers and boots. The only thing between them now was a couple loose undergarments. Geralt climbed on top of her at the end of the bed. He lowered his head and took one of her breasts in his mouth. Hearing her slightly moan at the familiar feeling, he swirled his tongue around her hardening nipple. He popped his mouth off of one to go treat the other. "How much do you think it will hurt?"

"What will?" he replied foolishly, forgetting what he even planned as he lavished Triss's mound.

"Fucking me in the ass," she put quite bluntly. The witcher took his lips away and gave a small laugh. "It was your idea in the first place."

"I think…," he said, standing back up. "It shouldn't hurt too badly as long as we're well lubricated." With that, the witcher forcefully gripped hold of Triss again and flipped her over onto her stomach. She gave a grunt and didn't seem to understand his game for a second. "Arch your back for me," he commanded. The sorceress did as he bid, raising her still covered rear end in the air towards him. Geralt pulled down her pink panties to her knees to reveal her sex. And her arsehole. He had never tried providing pleasure to a woman this way before, yet it would certainly make the act afterwards easier.

Geralt grabbed hold of Triss's pliable ass and leaned in. Slowly, he traced his tongue along her sensitive vulva and clit, bringing slight moans from her lips. She was already slightly aroused from just the idea of trying this, despite the concern. Trying to ease her into it, the witcher licked away gently at her sex, her juices coating his lips and tongue. She tasted exquisite. "I think you're getting better at this," she mumbled as he focused on her pleasureful clit. As she began to grow more relaxed, her body loosening, and her mind forgetting about what was to come, Geralt decided to make his move. Planting a final kiss on her sweet pussy, he trailed his tongue up to her rear. Tightening his hold on her cheeks, the witcher eyed how her light pink hole flexed from his grip. Smiling deviously to himself, he flicked at it with the tip of his tongue, causing her to gasp. "Geralt?" she asked, looking over her shoulder. His mouth massaged the small entrance to her virgin hole, trying to coax her into this new form of pleasure. He started off slowly and gently, teasing her anus with his tongue. Once she was past the initial surprising reaction to feeling him there for the first time, Triss noticed how sensitive the area was.

Muscles she hadn't considered much before started to feel relaxed and lost their tension. Geralt built up the pressure of his tongue play bit by bit. He made sure to leave plenty of saliva around so it would make penetration easier. After all, that was what he said he was down here for. In more honest terms, the witcher had wanted to be buried in the sorceress's ass for quite some time. It was a sexual desire he hadn't yet fulfilled with a woman. And it was as good as he'd imagined. Taking his hands away for a moment, he moved his right arm down to her sex and began to massage her clit as he lapped away at her rear. Triss was beginning to like this newfound idea as well, a pleasure she hadn't considered before. Her legs felt looser, like her whole lower half just gave up its fight. As the witcher finished up his work down here, he dribbled a large portion on spit between her buttocks.

Now that she was sufficiently lubricated, Geralt stood back up. Casually walking around the side of the bed, he stopped at Triss's head, her cheek on the fur cover. He grabbed his well hardened member by the base and aimed it to towards her. "Now you're turn," he spoke. She turned her chin up and saw his large length seeming so painfully swollen and erect. She grinned as she looked up to his commanding eyes. "Come on now, Triss. Take too long and I might need to get back there again."

"Doesn't sound so bad to me anymore," she said, gripping his cock. Leaning her head forward she engulfed the first three inches without any trouble, the warmth and tightness of her mouth a small heaven in these four walls. While Triss had grown to enjoy giving head, she knew she couldn't be as intimate as she wanted to be tonight. Drawing her lips back and forth she did her best to make it as messy of a mouth fuck as possible. Besides, at the end of the day it was her that was getting penetrated back there. She should want to make it less painful.

Geralt placed his hand on her head and reeled his neck back in ecstasy. Her right hand delivered long strokes to the rest of his length, working in the saliva. The room was filled with the wet sounds of Triss's oral proficiency for a moment. Her tongue played less of a part in it than usual today but she still made sure to give attention to his sensitive tip. When the witcher looked back down and saw she had done aplenty, he grabbed the base of his penis. "Sadly, I think that's all I can handle," he spoke as he reluctantly pulled himself from her throat and mouth.

Triss gave a small cough and wiped her lips. "Good enough?"

"You'll tell me if it is in a minute or so." Returning to the end of the bed, Geralt gently pushed Triss up it to make room for himself. Resting his knees on the soft fur blanket, Geralt took hold of his member and aimed it for Triss's arse. She kindly arched it into the air again and spread her legs. Her folds were dripping with arousal from all their foreplay. Putting one hand on her lower back, Geralt leaned forward and pressed his tip against her anus.

"Wait," she said suddenly.

"What?" Geralt asked with a slight annoyance.

"Promise me you'll stop if I tell you it hurts too much."

The witcher sat for a few seconds in silence before speaking. "I promise."

"Thank you, I… fuck…" she stammered as Geralt pressed his swollen throbbing head firmly against her hole, forcing it to open and let him in slowly. Even with the lubrication from her short blowjob and his oral play it still hurt. It felt like she was getting stretched out. And only his tip was in at this point. However, to the witcher it was a sensation unlike any other. Her ass was tighter than anything else he'd experienced and it closed around him in a vice grip. He was unsure how long he would last inside her. It occurred to him now that for once, the woman may be hoping for it to be a quick performance.

"Damn," he said in a low growl as he grabbed hold of Triss's thin waist and gently began pushing more of himself inside her. It was more difficult than vaginal, that was for sure. But every inch she claimed added onto the pleasure. The spit they applied to each other definitely made it easier for Geralt and more bearable for Triss. Her ass was like velvet around his throbbing hot erection. Once he was almost six inches inside her, he decided to try and pull back to the tip. It proved a little harder than he thought.

"Oh, Geralt," Triss whimpered as he started pulling back. "This better start to feel good soon. I'm not really getting anything positive out of this." She grunted as she felt that his tip all that was left inside, stretching her tight entrance more than she thought it could. "Other than making you happy."

The witcher gave her right arse cheek a firm slap, her plump skin rippling from his touch. "Oh, I am very happy right now," he said before pushing back in faster than at first. It was almost like his penis was being crushed inside her with how tight it was. Yet it was a pleasant sensation. Like nothing he had experienced before. In some way he felt closer to her than he had previously. Gradually, Geralt built a faint rhythm to his still gentle thrusts, not wanting to hurt the sorceress on account of her admitting it was uncomfortable. Though the selfish and horny side of him, which often spoke its carnal ideas in his head as he was doing the deed, wanted to be forceful. To watch as her ass rippled under his powerful strides and her insides stretch to accommodate him.

Over the next couple minutes he didn't have to do the first of those thoughts to get the second. Triss could feel the difference between now and the very start as her rear began to envelope around his length with less discomfort. Her grunts of slight pain turned to groans of building pleasure. It didn't feel as good as when Geralt was inside her sex, not at all. However, each time he pulled back out it actually felt good. The way her entrance expanded and contracted around the ridge of his tip and then down his thick shaft was where satisfaction started to take place. Besides, like she said to him, knowing he was going crazy over doing this was enough pleasure by itself.

"We should have tried this sooner," he muttered as he pounded his groin against her fat rear, her buttocks giving light jiggles at each impact. Reaching his right hand up from her waist, he did as he said he would and gripped her ponytail.

Triss grunted as she felt her head pulled back slightly. She propped herself onto her elbows. Now with each powerful thrust her breasts swayed above the covers. Geralt wished he had a spare hand to reach down and grab one yet he wanted to remain a firm hold on her body as he properly plowed her. "It's definitely getting better," she said, her eyes looking forward at the bedframe, watching it rock back and forth by the wall. "You're already so big, Geralt, yet you feel massive right now. I wasn't sure you would even fit."

"Did you wish that I wouldn't?"

"Can't say I think that anymore," she spoke softly, gently moaning at the newcome sensations and pleasure of her virgin arse being filled and stretched around Geralt. She didn't know if she could reach down and rub herself. She doubted she would climax without her sex being involved.

Yet the witcher certainly knew that he could and would not last forever inside the woman he loved. Especially not like this. Every added stimulation pushed him further towards the edge. The sound and feeling of her ass colliding with his groin. Her slight groans of pleasure. The sight of her breasts shaking with each strike. At a certain point he even felt her pushing herself towards him, meeting his thrusts, wanting him to go deeper. As he let go of her waist for a moment to slap her rear again, he felt himself building up towards an orgasm.

"Fuck," he grumbled under his breath as he felt the familiar sensation.

"You really must be enjoying this then," she chuckled. Triss felt his thrusts become a little slower yet more powerful, pushing farther inside her than before. She moaned gently as his heavy balls slapped her aroused sex.

"A little too much." He breathed heavy as he sensed he was about to explode.

"Cum inside me." Three words was all it took to make the witcher climax in that very moment. Geralt let go of her ponytail and firmly gripped her arse with both his hands. Thrusting deep inside her, he howled as he felt the first spurt of his orgasm burst from his pulsating tip. Triss gave a deep sensual groan as she felt his thick erection throb and erupt fiercely inside her. She always found a great self-pleasure in feeling him climax in her, but never in her ass before. Rope after rope of Geralt's cum covered the inside of the sorceress's contracting tight hole. Shivers of sexual sensations moved throughout him as he felt her perfect body milking him for all he was worth.

"God damn I love you, Triss," he said out of instinct as he rolled his head back in ecstasy. He had said it before plenty of times since they first made love in the lighthouse and he imagined he would do so on many more days ahead. Yet each time he did, it always brought a grin to her face.

"After this, you better," she said with a smile of satisfaction. His engorged tip slowed its twitching. Triss moved back and forth over the last few inches of his still erect member, making sure she got all of it. The sensitivity of his post orgasm tip was tingly as usual and the witcher both reveled and winced at the sensation. After a half a moment of her gentle movements, Geralt leaned back and pulled himself from her. As his tip left her anus she gave a loud moan of either pleasure or relief. He watched naughtily at her gaping hole as it slowly went back to normal. Some of his seed was already leaking out. It would certainly be easier next time, he thought to himself.

"That was… fantastic," he sighed.

"I'm glad." Triss was still recovering from being pounded like that for the first time. She went down flat at first and then turned herself over to face Geralt. He eyed her beautiful form as he knelt over her. His penis slowly softened yet looking too long at Triss Merigold would no doubt give any man cause for a second round. She looked up at him and bit her lower lip before grinning. Spreading her creamy thighs between him, she revealed her pink pussy, still needing to be given the attention it deserved. She obviously found some enjoyment in trying anal for the first time. "I would say," she said in a voice smooth as silk and seductive like a siren, "I am due for a reward."

"Oh, miss Merigold," he said in a low voice. "I'd be honored to deliver it." With that, the witcher moved down on his stomach and brought his face up towards her sex. Steadily tracing his tongue around her inner thigh all up to her folds, he tasted her arousal. Lifting one hand up to her breast, he fondled the plump bosom. He began to lap away at her, his nose pressing against her clit. She moaned gently and massaged her other breast. Yet right as the witcher would start to get in a groove with his oral play, he felt a loud crash from somewhere outside the house. He ignored it at first but there it was again. And again. "Are you hearing this?" he asked.

Between moans and sounds of pleasure, Triss spoke. "You need to get ready," she whispered.

"What?" He lifted his chin up. Her eyes snapped shut.

"Are you coming, Geralt?" she asked

"Triss, are you…" Another series of crashes. They sounded like hammers bashing against the walls. Triss repeated herself again before whispering something with the word that made him sit back up.

"Ciri."

(In a rowdy tavern on Skellige shores)

The light blinded him at first, as if the Wild Hunt had ridden in on frozen ships. His eyes hurt to peel apart, yet when they did, they saw the four small walls and a large hole in one of them. Someone moved from that light closer to him. His pupils began to adjust to the once pitch-black room's new illumination.

It was a woman.

"Triss," he whispered as he looked up towards her. Yet this woman was thinner, more petite, with hair let down. He blinked twice and felt his eyes widen as raven black hair shone with the glow from the tavern's hall. Whatever dream of a memory or memory leading to dreams he was in faded in that moment. "Yen?"

"Once upon a time I would have slapped you for saying that name in…" she stopped as she reached the side of his bed. She seemed to be looking at him sternly. No, he realized. She was looking below his head level. Looking down his body to see where Yennefer's eyes locked onto, he nearly threw himself entirely under the covers bunched up below his thighs. His dreams seemed to leak into reality as his exposed manhood stood as rigid and well drilled as a Nilfgaardian soldier. Reaching down to the covers, he quickly pulled them over his lower body, leaving only his chest bare to the sorceress's eyes. After staring at the still prominent bulge under the thin sheet for a few seconds, she finally turned her attention to him. "Well, I'm assuming that wasn't for me."

Geralt didn't know what to say. He lay frozen.

Yen looked troubled for a moment before speaking again. When it seemed she wanted to say something about it, however, she stopped before even a sound was uttered. Instead she stiffened up and looked at him like a general. "We need to head south to the forest, Geralt. I expect you to be on your horse forthwith." She turned around and swiftly marched towards the bedroom door.

"Yen, wait!" he called from the bed. Yet she kept moving, out of his room and out of the tavern. She didn't even close the door. Cursing her name silently under his breath yet equally as annoyed at himself, the witcher stood out of bed and tried to quickly don his armor and gear. All the while just wishing he was back in Novigrad under those warm covers. Yet here he was, in unforgiving Skellige. And his journey seemed to have just begun.

Note from Author:

I hope you enjoyed this new chapter for Geralt and Triss's story. It's been a while since I've updated this but I had a couple other things to write and plenty to do out in the world. However, I hope to be able to write plenty more for the next year. Since starting half a year ago, I'm quite happy with the progress I've made on my page. If you are interested in reading any mature/erotic Game of Thrones stuff I also uploaded my first one for that today as well. Till next time, have a Merry Christmas!