The Witcher's Destiny-Part 2
Geralt stirred awake slowly. His keen senses taking in the feel of Ciri wrapped in his embrace, her long hair loose and tangled around his wrists having come loose from her braid, well before his eyes opened fully.
Both Ciri and his legs were tangled together, her head on his bicep with his arms wrapped around her offering their warmth even in sleep. The fire was only embers, and the room was chilly with bright sun shining through the hazy and dusty glass of the window, the storm having passed in the night.
Geralt took a deep breath, the lingering smell of their lovemaking still strong enough he could taste it on his tongue. It caused a stir of arousal in him, but he quickly tamped it down knowing Ciri would likely be sore this morning and he needed to take care with her. The pang of protectiveness with that possessive undertone hit him again. Mine. She was his now. Completely. She was his responsibility to keep safe and he felt that now even more deeply than he thought possible.
Slowly, so as not to wake her, he extricated himself from their tangled limbs. Ciri turned seeking his warmth in her sleep and he wrapped the cloak around her to keep her warm in his absence. He stoked the fire bringing the embers to a bright glow and added more wood so that it caught and within a few minutes he had a blazing fire warming the room again. He took their cooking pot out of his pack and set about warming water from their supply over the fire.
The cold boards of the floor began to warm with the heat on his bare feet where he stood completely nude in front of the flames, his thoughts wandering as he waited for the water to heat. He replayed last night over in his head, unable to stop the images, and when he opened his eyes, his dick was hard and jutting out and Geralt grunted at it reproachfully.
He grabbed his pants off the floor and pulled them on thinking the material would help hide his errant prick when Ciri awoke. He felt like a randy youth unable to control his own erection at the mere thought of the girl lying wrapped in the fur of his cloak. He padded quietly to the window and stared out at the frozen landscape set afire by the sun now shining over the hilltop. The glistening beauty of the freshly lain snow never ceased to amaze him, not even after all these years.
"Geralt?"
Geralt turned and found Ciri sitting up with his cloak clutched loosely around her bare shoulder's looking at him with uncharacteristic uncertainty in her eyes.
"Cirilla…" He let her name linger in a low gravelly timbre, then dropped to a knee before her and tipped her chin up to place a light kiss to her lips, his golden eyes searching her green ones.
Geralt held up a finger when Ciri looked as if she would speak again, and he rose and grabbed the now steaming water from the fire using a couple pieces of leftover kindling to leverage it out of the flames. He pulled a strip of linen from his pack and dipped it into the water. He hissed at the heat on his fingers as he rang out the excess back into the pot. He let it cool a few moments, so it wasn't too hot for Ciri's soft skin, then gently coaxed Ciri to lay back as she watched him with now questioning eyes.
Geralt tipped her nose with his finger teasingly and she smiled as he took the warm cloth and proceeded to caress it across the curve of her collar bones. He didn't speak and neither did she, the quiet in the space not uncomfortable but full of unspoken emotions. Geralt took his time bathing her. His wolfish eyes watching the gooseflesh break out on her skin as the heat and wet of the cloth smoothed across her flesh wherever he touched her.
Ciri closed her eyes and melted back into the fur as Geralt continued his ministrations with the warm cloth. She could hear the water dripping and splashing as he rang it out after refreshing it several times keeping the heat just right for her flesh. She gave a gasp when he let the water run between her legs, her teeth biting into her bottom lip when he spent what she thought was an exorbitant amount of time gently cleaning her in that place making her cheeks redden with the intimacy of the act.
He took a moment to wash himself of a few smears of dried blood. Geralt's voice was raw and low when he asked, "Are you very sore this morning?"
Ciri peeked at him from under her lashes and she was dazzled by him. His pale skin glowed in the light of the morning sun, stretched across thick corded muscles that she knew held strength beyond that of any ordinary man's and yet here he was touching her with measured gentleness. Instead of speaking she rose and pulled him to her, her lips seeking his bravely.
Geralt grunted and kissed her languidly, their lips joining slowly giving their breaths time to mingle between them. She cupped his face as they kissed liking the feel of his scruff beneath her fingers. She prided herself on being a quick study and she darted her tongue in to play with Geralt's and thrilled at the groan he gave her as a reward.
"Ciri…" Geralt nearly growled out, "Gods girl… what you do to me."
"What… what do I do Geralt?" Ciri challenged him.
Geralt chuckled low, "I think you know exactly what you minx, but enough for now, we need to get back to Kaer Morhen. They were expecting us yesterday. Besides, you will need time to heal from last night."
Ciri pouted. She wasn't ready to leave. She didn't want to have to face the reality of what lay in wait in the real world for her just yet. She wanted time to enjoy this newfound part of their relationship without the prying eyes of the other Witcher's judging her or Geralt of which she was positive Lambert, at the very least, would have plenty to say about it. The thought of trying to hide it was pointless, Geralt's brothers would smell it on them the second they walked back into Kaer Morhen.
Geralt was up and moving, packing the few things they had back into their traveling bag. Ciri grinned to herself deciding she needed to come up with a plan. She stood and stretched before tiptoeing to the fire to warm her hands. She grabbed a comb from her pack and spent several minutes untangling her hair before she pulled the long ashen tresses over her shoulder to plait them. The comb slipped from her hand, and she bent at the waist to retrieve it. She turned ready to plead her case to Geralt but froze at the look he was now giving her.
His eyes were dark, she could barely see a halo of gold around his large black and dilated pupils. He seemed to be near panting as if he'd just been running, the muscles of his jaw clenching, and she watched as he lifted his face and scented the air before closing his eyes and ground out a deep, "Cirilla" then nothing as he hung his head, eyes squeezed shut as if concentrating very hard on something.
The sound of her name spoken by him as it was, sent a myriad of shivers down her spine. It was only then that Ciri remembered she was completely naked. She'd been so busy trying to think up a plan she had nearly forgotten the best weapons at her disposal.
"Geralt."
Geralt's head snapped up, his predatory gaze finding her instantly as she took slow deliberate steps toward him.
"I don't want to return to Kaer Morhen just yet. I want to stay here… with you."
Ciri let the implication of her words sink in as she made the last two steps and nearly pressed her front to Geralt's.
Geralt grunted then started to take Ciri by the arms then thought better of touching her, "Ciri… I'm trying to… I don't want to be the cause of any undue discomfort for you. You don't know your own limits."
"Don't know my own limits?" Ciri was starting to get angry, "Well you're mighty full of yourself aren't you White Wolf! What, you think one romp with you, and I should be laid up for a week?"
Geralt huffed out, "That isn't what I meant, you know that. I'm just trying to…"
Ciri stopped his words with a fierce kiss. It was all heat, tongue, and teeth as though daring the Witcher to deny her what she wanted. She grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head from her mouth, "I'm stronger than you've ever given me credit for. I don't need to be handled like glass Geralt. In case you haven't realized, I don't break so easy."
Geralt growled low in his chest the moment Ciri yanked his hair, he took a few seconds to search her face as if deciding something then she found herself being lifted and they slammed into the wall behind them. Geralt immediately turned, pressing Ciri's back against the faded wood slats as he brought her legs up to wrap around his hips then pressed her hands above her head with his.
Ciri clung to him with her legs as he growled, nipped, and licked his way across her neck and behind her ears, returning over… and over again… to her mouth until her lips were dark pink and swollen, his scruff scraping deliciously across her tender flesh before he found the tips of her breasts and lavished them with the same attention making her squirm and mewl like a needy kitten.
Geralt maneuvered himself so that he had Ciri pinned by both wrists in one hand as his other pushed his still unfastened breeches down his hips freeing his ready and swollen cock. He didn't even check if she was ready, he could smell she was, and it was driving him mad with need. He lined up to her core and sunk into her. Her sheath enveloped his prick, so hot and tight against him he whined with the intensity of it. He wrapped his free arm around Ciri's waist and used his strength to hold her in place as he pumped into her, Ciri's head coming forward to rest on his shoulder as she bit into the skin there muffling her moans of pleasure.
Ciri felt her body melting and molding to Geralt's in a give and take with each thrust that was so intense in its sensations she could barely process any thought; she could only feel. The slide of their body's everywhere they touched, the heat of Geralt's panting breath as it ghosted over her skin, the push and pull of her insides as he thrust deeply into her core. She became aware of a keening sound and realized it was coming from her and her legs trembled with the rising tide of her impending climax. She could feel it building, like a tidal wave pulling all the water out from the shore, building strength and then the sudden release as the wave crested and came crashing back down. Her head flung back, and she screamed with the release, the windows rattled with the force of it, her hold on her magic nearly slipping.
Geralt answered her scream with a resounding roar of his own and pumped furiously several more times and then he was spilling into her, the heat of his seed filling her as he pressed up, trying to sink as deep as possible.
They lay against each other gasping as their hearts slowed from their climax. Ciri's head lolled on Geralt's shoulder. Geralt turned and carried her back to the cloak and lay them down, cradling her too him. Gods she would one day be the death of him, but until then, he planned to enjoy every moment he could with her. After so many decades of being alone, this sudden desire to be with someone was both foreign and welcome. She would be a challenge, of that he had no doubt, but would he really have been happy with anything less. He smiled and placed a kiss on her temple, and she murmured, already nearly asleep.
Yes, this woman, would someday be the death of him, but he would die happier than he ever believed he could.