Verden
Muffled moans and screams reverberate and clash with the chaos that fills the brothel; the men were always rowdy most of them came from Skellige Isles and needed to spread their seed.
"Woman!!!" One of the raiders slammed his metal cup against the wood of the bar spilling his ale on the counter. "Astrid" he shouted over the jolly cheers of the tavern.
The raider jumped over the counter; grabbed me by my hair and pulled me back against the wall, placing himself before me. "It is very impolite for you to ignore your guests"
"Impolite, that must be a very big word for you." I ripped own hair out by yanking my head forward and slamming my head into his nose hearing and feeling the crunch of the impact "my name is Astrilde not woman, not Astrid" I pulled my knife from my garter and pushed the blade against his throat, slamming him into the wall that he held me against. His long black hair flowed freely from the other Vikings who haunted this establishment yet none of his brothers in arms dared to touch me, they knew the consequences if anyone even breathed in my direction. "For those of you new here, this is my brothel, you can have any woman you want BUT NOT ME" I show him my brand that marks me off limits and his eyes widened knowing that he made a grave mistake when heavy boots walk into the door
"Fuck" Geralt grunts
"Astrilde, my word" Jaskier gasps just behind him, his eyes give me a warning that Geralt is having a bad day.
"You can call me Lady Vane" I hissed using an alias that was forced upon me two years ago before my father sold me to the Witcher when he didn't have enough coin. Geralt branded me as his but only slept with me a few times
since he was still in love with a mage
Geralt made his way behind the bar trapping the Viking and myself behind it and gave me a venomous glare with his amber eyes, silently ordering me to shut up then returned his gaze to the Viking who pissed himself, his flow hitting Geralts boots
"Hm" Geralt grunted pulling a dagger from his side and sank it into the man's gut, slowly and yanked up spewing his guts on the floor
"Now, why would you make that much of a mess?" I looked down at the guts then back up at Geralt who was very displeased with defending my own honor.
"We need to talk" he warned dropping the dying Viking to the floor and shot a glare at one of his brothers "clean this up" he ordered walking out of the brothel and Jaskier quickly followed
"I'll be praying for you from a distance of course, Lady Vane" Jaskier said taking his spot next to roach who intimidated him as much as Geralt did.
Geralt waited till we were close enough to the sea before he started his berate that I was still growing used to. I found his anger issues attractive especially knowing that he would never harm or force himself upon me to make a point.
"Have you lost your mind?" Geralt paced for a moment then confronted me. "You can't keep killing Vikings that touch you"
"Oh right, I'm supposed to be a damsel in distress waiting for my Witcher to come home and save me every single time." I placed my hands on my hips and stood on my tippy toes to yell at the giant silver haired, drop dead gorgeous but painfully annoying Witcher who owned me.
"You could have been raped or killed, but definitely outnumbered"
"I would have died fighting and be done with the wretched curse" I planted my feet waiting for him to strike instead Geralts eyes softened to my words; Jaskier gasped at my bravery and stupidity
"You think this is a curse?"
"Why did you call me out here?"
A young girl with whitish blonde hair emerged from the side of the tavern, her hair and clothes were dirty and bloodstain.
"She needs a safe place to stay" Geralt looked at her than looked at me.
"What is your name child?"
"Ciri" Geralt and her both said in unison
"How old are you?" I asked and placed my hand over Geralts mouth before he could answer for her. His amber eyes grew dark with my gesture and eye brows furrowed; a grunt rippled in his chest.
"Sixteen" she replied
"Pleasure to meet you Ciri"
"Your Lady Vane, Geralt's wife" she painfully reminded me
"By force, yes" I replied and Geralt wasn't happy with my response
"You must be his child surprise" I looked up at him and removed my hand and accepted my job as his wife to protect his adopted daughter and made my to the edge of the property to the house that Geralt built when he first brought me across the sea from Skellige Isles.
Jaskier returned to the brothel to provide entertainment to the raiders and the whores while Geralt followed us throughout the house.
"You can take Jaskiers room" I insisted
"Won't he be upset"
"I suppose, he might even sing about it in one of his awful songs" Ciri giggled and Geralt fought off a smirk "you may raid my closet until I can take you to the market, did you eat yet?" I grabbed a white night gown from the closet and a towel then proceeded to the bathroom
"Not yet, we have been on the road for a while now" She replied
"Go get the child food from the tavern" I ordered Geralt, who didn't fight me on it.
"He cares about you, you know" she broke the awkwardness between us as I prepared her bath water. "He talked about you on our journey, said you were the daughter of one of the raiders. That he was forced to take you away from your family and you never looked at him the same since that time" she rambled nervously
"Why does your voice tremble when you speak to me? Are you afraid?"
"I heard stories of you on the battlefield. You're bloodline of shield maidens and warriors were my bedtime stories" Ciri was still nervous yet alive
"Ah, the tales of Lothbrok" I smirked running my hand over the surface of the water making sure it wasn't too hot for her "do you like Jasmine?" I looked over at her while pulling off the cork and sniffing the luring aroma. Her eyes widened like I picked up on something. "You remind me of my sister Tove, so innocent, so free but brutal even with a wooden sword" I swallowed back the tears that threatened to build up and buried my past life back in a tomb when Geralt walked back inside the bathroom with a plate of food and two glasses of ale for the both of us.
Ciri looked at us confused on which one she should start first her bath or eating.
"Your food will be on the table, put your clothes to the side and I'll wash them tomorrow after I feed the animals" my hand rested on geralts chest and pushed him out the door to give her some privacy then wandered out to the kitchen with him following directly behind me.
"You think our marriage is a curse?" Geralt asked
"Make sure she eats" I pushed past Geralt and headed for the door but he was quick enough to catch my wrist into his hand and yanked me back
"Why do you fucking hate me so much?"
"You know why Geralt" I hissed and he grunted
"Well, too fucking bad you are mine" Geralt growled towering over me
"Yeah and so is your mage, you don't honor your wife, you cursed her into dying alone; cold and bitter" Geralt was taken back by my fury as he stepped back and seen the sorrow that I failed to hide in my eyes "I have to return to the tavern before the Vikings kill Jaskier" I pulled my hand out of his for a moment he squeezed forcing me to stay but let go when he noticed I needed to walk away before I said some things I would later regret down the line.
I made my way back to the brothel secretly kicking myself in the ass for being so cruel to him when he has been a great husband for the most part; kept me safe and protected like he promised my father he would.
"STOOOOPPPP!" Jaskier screeches like a woman hitting the high notes as the Viking men taunt and trap him behind the bar a few of them with lustful glares in their eyes as I entered the bar and pick up two of their battle axes. A few of the whores ran up stairs and watched over the balcony
Everyone's attention is on me and Jaskier jumps over the bar to protect the whores. One man launches at me and I swung the battle ax down cutting off his hand. Another comes from the side swinging his sword; I tilt back as the blade brushes along my blonde hair slicing a chunk of it off. I bring the axe beneath his thigh and drive the blade up slicing an artery when Geralt comes storming in and starts taking men out. His eyes darting between his attackers and mine as I fight off and kill the few of mine, his body count is piling up at the door
"Show off" I smirked and he returned the gesture confident that we would make up later
Geralt slowly makes his way toward me when the second man I cut gets up and limps to fight me, swinging his sword and sliced my cheek
"You're improving, dying but still improving"
"Don't provoke him,Astrilde" Geralt growls approaching the wounded man and decapitates him. Blood rains; showering us in a crimson rainfall as the Vikings body thuds to the floor.
The crimson shower turns Geralts hair a faint shade of red; blood splatter kisses our skin and we are both left heaving from the fight.
Without a word, Geralt pulls me into him. His head resting against mine as he silently takes in his moment. "You can't keep killing Vikings" he grinned his lips pressed roughly to mine for a moment and I immediately pulled away. My fingers ghosting over his kiss and glared up at him like he lost his mind.
"Ooo this is getting juicy" Jaskier rests his head on his knuckles as the girls cooed and awed
Geralt stalks me thought the carnage of the brothel as I make my way backwards towards the stairs, tripping backwards over a body while keeping eye contact with him. Geralt grunts, grabs my wrist and then tosses me over his shoulder.
"We're closed, get out" he looks directly over to Jaskier and the girls who don't question it and storm out of the brothel closing the door behind them. His heavy boots make the floorboards creak as he enters a bedroom with me still in tow then slams me down on the bed.
Sex, smoke, alcohol and stale perfume haunt heavily in this room but Geralt was used to this stench as he begins to peel off his shirt. My heart heaves to see his scars some of them silver and faded against his hair; muscular chest while others were pink and fresh. I was used to seeing his scars since he slept shirtless and down to his sleeping trousers whenever he was home but I wasn't used to him wanting me.
Our marital bed was always cold even when we both occupying it, our backs would face each other and cause a wedge between us.
Geralt pulled me to my feet and made me face him as he started to adjust my corset top yanking the string violently as they loosened before him, making it easier for me to breathe again until he finally was able to rip the corset completely away from my frame "all these fucking layers" he grunted peeling off the white blood stained long sleeve shirt over my head and exposed my breasts to him, his fingers softly running along my own battle scars. Than to my breasts, his calloused fingers brushed along my nipples and made them perk and harden to his touch.
Geralt brushed his fingers along my frame to my hips and a lowered my crimson floor length skirt fully exposing myself to him.
My hands started to work on his leather pants but his hands grasped mine tightly for a moment and then eased up
"I want to worship you for a moment" his words sent a chill through my body as he backed away and circled me slowly. His calloused fingers gently ran along the scars on my back and then finally the brand that told everyone that I was his.
Geralt pressed his lips softly against mine as I worked on adjusting his pants and lowered them as he kicked off his boots one by one still kissing me in the process.
Finally, I broke away from his embrace and stood on my tippy toes just to kiss along his jaw line to his neck and down his chest. Geralt grunted placing his hands on my biceps and attempted to stop me "I am supposed to be worshipping you not the other way around"
"Stop being so stubborn, husband" I continued kissing him, falling to my knees before his sex and finished taking off his blood stained leather pants and then pushed them aside.
Kissing the scar along his thigh then up to his hip before kissing, licking and accepting him with my mouth
"Mmm...fuck" he grunts allowing me to stroke a few times with my mouth before he grabs my arms and tosses me on the bed, fully taking control of the situation at hand. "No shoes in the bed" he grunted and gave a faint smile ripping off my boots
"Was that you being funny, Geralt?" I ask and he grunts with a smirk, stalking me back along the bed.
"Stop running away from me, wife" he growls inches away from my face as one hand plants to the side of me and the other one grasps my hip and yanks me back down to the bed beneath him; teasing my slit with his length before entering me.
Both of us gasp and grunt in acceptance towards each other as he slowly begins to thrust and I slowly begin to follow his movements.
"I'm sor-" my lips crashed against his, my fingers entwined with his hair and my legs locked around his waist giving him full access to me
Beam of sweat started to kiss our skin to the length of our encounter but Geralt took his time; figuring out what I liked, what got me there and how to finish me. His hand slipped between my thighs and played with my clit which made me kiss him rougher and my legs clenched tighter around him as my orgasms hit back to back
Geralt wrapped one arm around my hips to lock me in place while the other grasped onto the wooden bed post that slammed and cracked the wall to the impact.
"Fuck, Geralt" I cried out tossing my head back and he grunted as he clashed into me
"We should have done this sooner" Geralt stated
"We could have saved our marriage sooner"
"Our marriage isn't broke Astrilde" Geralt collapsed to the side of me
"We took an oath to honor each other, my loyalty is to you and you alone. No shares our bed when you are not home but you share yours with multiple women"
"I haven't slept with anyone since we have been married" he growled
"And you don't fuck your wife within the 2 years of us being married, I mean I know you never wanted me. You have made that perfectly clear from the start you could have sent me back home" the thought hurt more than the words did at this moment. I began to grab my clothing and slipped on my skirt
"Astrilde stop with this nonsense and come back to bed...please" Geralt growled grabbing my hand and pulling me back into bed with him "you're my wife, I'll always choose you"
"Then why didn't we do this sooner"
"When I kissed you at our wedding you pulled away from me like I was a monster to you, you were afraid of me back than now I can't get you to settle down and stop yelling at me. You're so angry and bloodthirsty all the time" he gave a faint smile
"You thought I thought you were monstrous? Intimating yes but never monstrous and then I kept hearing about your mage and thought you were seeing her behind my back so I harden my heart towards you and attempted to push you away."
"Don't listen to Jaskiers stories, he is very dramatic"
"How do you cope with not having sex?" I looked down at him
"I have my ways of releasing tension" he grunted growing uncomfortable to this conversation which I thought was adorable. I laid back down beside him resting my head on his chest and played with the soft hair that adorned it; placing kisses along his scarred flesh that made his length switch against my inner leg that was straddled over him and invited me to mount him. Geralt slowly grunted and placed his hands on my hips as I rocked against him
"Come here, husband" the demand felt warm as he rose to face me, my thumb trailed along his lip "do I feel like what you dreamt me to feel like?"
"No" he grunts admitting that he was thinking of me while he relieved his own tension "I forgot how much I missed doing this with you"
"I missed you" my fingers played with the medallion that scarred my skin; tracing over the details that match every single part of mine "do you regret it?" My eyes breaking away from the medallion to met his
"No" he grunted as we nearly stopped loving each other "I would have claimed you sooner" he admitted
"I wish you did" my lips ghosted over his before molding to them as he pulled me to the brink of ecstasy.
Our breathing patterns changed; intensifying as beams of sweat glazed over our skin, Geralt pushed harder as he brought my hips down on him repeatedly then allowed me to follow with my own movements and circle around him
"Fuck" we both said softly in unison as we met each other's desires once again.
"We should probably get back home to ciri"
"She will be fine for a night, Jaskier is there" Geralt held me close to him as we returned to our normal position, my leg draped over his waist as he tucked me beneath his arm and kissed the top of my head "good night, wife"
"Good night, husband" my lips pressed against his which he returned the gesture before returning to my place in his arms.