Chapter 2: Unholy Wine. (3/5)
"And then I made my way here."
Malak of Cintra just finished telling his uncle Dandelion about the events that occurred in Temeria, he did let out the part where all of it was a plot from Adda the White to secure her birthright though. The two were playing dice poker with a few of the drunks there while enjoying several cups of Toussaint's famous wines.
"Hah! You sure know how to be on the receiving end of exciting adventures." Dandelion commented as he tossed his dice. "Although, I must ask..." He spoke before drinking his wine. "Where do you plan on going after leaving here?"
Malak took a sip of his wine before replying. "I'm gonna go back to Kaer Morhen for a bit." Mainly to see how Leo's training is going and see if grandpa Vesemir needs help with anything. "After that, I don't know." Honestly, Malak has been doing that for a while now, just moving without destination. "What about you?"
"Oh, I'm gonna pay Zoltan a little visit." His uncle Dandelion informed him. "Apparently, he has something that he needs my help with."
"What could uncle Zoltan possibly need your help with?" Malak asked in complete doubt, as although uncle Dandelion has a few useful skills, he just can't see any of them serving any purpose in whatever his uncle Zoltan has to do with this.
"I'm not really certain to be honest." The bard replied. "But I know that Zoltan wouldn't ask for my help unless he really needed it."
"I agree with you on that." Malak spoke as he prepared to launch his dice. "I won."
Some of the drunks that were playing with them grunted in annoyance. But Dandelion just clapped. "The student surpassed the master." His uncle Dandelion was the one that actually taught him how to play dice poker when he was a child. "Another round?" He asked him.
"No," They already went five rounds. "I'm going back to my room to get some sleep." He gulped down his cup of wine after saying that.
"Suit yourself." Dandelion spoke before preparing to go one more round with the drunks.
"Good night, uncle Dandelion." Malak told him.
"Good night, my boy." Dandelion cheerfully told him.
With that, the Black Wolf left the Master of the Seven Liberal Arts alone with the drunks to continue their game of Dice Poker. Making his way up the stairs to get inside his room. Once inside, Malak took off his clothes, leaving only his black undergarments. Moving towards the bed, Malak ended up seeing his reflection on the mirror, checking himself on it. Malak Of Cintra was shorter, less broad and thinner than his father, Geralt of Rivia. Though he had the same muscle definition as him, complemented by the fact that he has no scars on his body, which made his muscles more visible. Honestly, the Black Wolf is the least intimidating Witcher in the School of the Wolf, but in compensation, his grandpa Vesemir did claim that he was the prettiest Witcher he ever saw. But honestly, when you think of a Witcher, someone like Malak certainly doesn't come to mind as he heard on multiple occasions that he looks much more like a handsome Prince or a Knight in Shining Armor straight out of a fairy tale than a Witcher.
Upon taking his eyes off the mirror, he moved towards the table where his equipment was on top of it.
He decided to polish his weapons before going to sleep. Starting with his sword, pulling it out of its scabbard to polish it. The scabbard was made of steel but it was also gilded in gold and had very elaborate ornaments that combined with his armor while being encrusted with rubies.
Once he was done with his sword, he moved to his dagger, which used to belong to his mother but only really used once. He made a few changes to it. The dagger itself is a stiletto with a long slender blade and needle-like point, primarily intended as a stabbing weapon, his dagger possessed golden hilt sculpted to resemble a naked women who appear wanton. I wonder how you are doing these days. He thought sadly as he cleaned the weapon as the woman resembled someone that Malak cared about.
Then he moved to his most peculiar weapon, the Bullet Thrower. Ortolan, you were a naive old man, but you were also a genius. Malak thought as he observed the last creation of the legendary mage. As it was indeed the work of a genius. The weapon itself was pretty bland when Ortolan gifted it to him, but Malak's taste for extravagance caused him to make some alterations. The wood parts of the weapon had several elaborate carvings that resembled a particular unicorn that Malak met once, while the metal parts, mainly the barrel, was gilded in silver with several gold inlays that were actually elven inscriptions. The Black Wolf was always fascinated by elven culture, which mainly originated from the fact that he's actually Quarter-Elf like his mother.
Done with the polishing of his weapons, Malak then decided to check on his armor. He was definitely the only Witcher from the School of the Wolf that uses such elaborated armor. But after seeing his father, one of the greatest Witchers who ever lived, getting stabbed by a peasant with a pitchfork, it sincerely made him see the importance of good armor. His armor in particular, was dwarven made. The silver gilding and elaborated ornaments were added later. The ornaments actually resemble the image of a wolf on the left side of the armor, while the right side resembles a lion.
The Wolf Pup of Kaer Morhen and the Lion Cub of Cintra. Malak thought about his and Ciri's nicknames as he stared at his armor. The emeralds pale in comparison to her eyes. Though, the color was the same, which was why his armor was encrusted with emeralds.
"I Love you, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon." Malak told her that once.
"Wrong." He still remembers her folding her arms and looking at him apprehensively in a downright horrifying imitation of his mother.
"What?"
"Say it again, the right way this time."
His confusion at the time was understandable. But he quickly figured out what she meant. "I love you... Ciri."
"That's right."
The sadness that plagued his heart has once again showed itself. Causing distress to the Black Wolf. But before he could react to that distress, he heard a knock on his door. Did uncle Dandelion get in trouble with the drunks? He asked himself as he moved to open the door but the moment he did, he was actually greeted by the attractive auburn haired innkeeper who was on the other side of the door. "Hello..." Malak actually didn't really ask her name.
"So, are we going to continue that game of Gwent or not?" The woman still hasn't accepted her defeat.
"Don't you have a bunch of inebriated men to serve?" It wasn't really a question as there were a pretty considerable number of drunks downstairs.
"My little brother can serve them for the rest of the night, so are you up for a rematch or not?" The Innkeeper bluntly asked the Black Wolf.
"Ummm... I guess I am." He replied before allowing the Innkeeper to enter his room.
"So... Are you going to tell me where exactly we are supposed to meet this contact?"
After a painfully long and sleepless night playing Gwent with a Innkeeper that refused to accept defeat, Malak decided to follow his uncle Dandelion on his idiotic quest for the so called "special" wine. The Bard managed to get some horses for them, two brown Mares to be more precise.
"It's better that I show you because telling will take too long and we're almost there." The Bard wearing a crimson colored outfit explained to the Witcher.
The nice breeze of the Land of Wine passed through his long hair and the path was peaceful and quiet. It was something that the Black Wolf certainly appreciated. Malak wasn't much of a horse rider as he prefers to teleport into places which is both quicker and more practical for traveling long distances. But part of him could still appreciate a peaceful ride. He ended up picking up his pipe and lighting up to appreciate some tobacco, he also took a bit of wine for the trip, his personal leather flask was filled with it after gaining some for free after betting against the Innkeeper in Gwent.
His uncle Dandelion then picked up a lute, not his personal lute which got destroyed when he got captured. He started to play as the galloped besides one another.
The fairer sex they often call it
But her love's as unfair as a crook
It steals all my reason
Commits every treason
Of logic with naught but a look
Malak personally never liked that song, because he always suspected that the "she" that he was referring to in the song was actually his mother. But he decided to humor his uncle and remove the pipe from his mouth in order to sing along with him.
A storm raging on the horizon
Of longing, and heartache, and lust
She's always bad news
It's always lose-lose
So, tell me, love, tell me, love
How is that just?
The Black Wolf had a good singing voice, and his uncle once said that it puts several bards to shame.
But the story is this
She'll destroy with her sweet kiss
Her sweet kiss
They passed through an area that allowed them to see Beauclair, the capital city of Toussaint. Where Malak would prefer to be as far from as possible as he doesn't know when Duchess of Toussaint will return.
But the story is this
She'll destroy with her sweet kiss
The horses seemed to be enjoying the song for some reason, or hating it as it reminded him of the sound of Roach. I miss Roche, all of them...
Her current is pulling you closer
A charge in the hot, humid night
The Red sky at dawn
Is giving a warning
You fool better stay out of sight
The Witcher notices a building from afar.
I'm weak, my love, and I am wanting
If this is the path I must trudge
I'll welcome my sentence
Give to you my panence
Garrother, jury and judge
They were almost there, and the song was coming to an end.
But the story is this
She'll destroy with her sweet kiss
Her sweet kiss
But the story is this
She'll destroy with her sweet kiss
But the story is this
She'll destroy with her sweet kiss
Her sweet kiss
But the story is this
She'll destroy with her sweet kiss
The story is this
She'll destroy with her sweet kiss
Once the song was over, they arrived. And Malak just had one question. "An Orphanage?" It was obvious to him, especially since there was a couple of children playing outside of it.
"La Compassion Orphanage, to be more precise." His uncle Dandelion clarified before he got off the horse. "It's owned by a very wealthy and a philanthropist called Orianna." The bard explained as Malak got off his horse as well.
Malak was a little skeptical for a very specific reason. "Is this Orianna the contact?" He asked him before he put his pipe away, since it was odd that they'll met at a place owned by her.
"I don't think so, some old acquaintance of mine arranged this meeting." Dandelion replied as he signaled Malak to follow him.
As the Witcher and the Bard passed through the gate, they noticed a couple of children playing together on the yard. Though they all spared looks at both Dandelion and Malak, though Malak was clearly the one that was calling the most attention due to the armor that he was wearing.
"Is he a Knight?"
"No, I think he's a Noble or something."
"He has to be a Prince."
"He's so beautiful."
"I wish my hair was that pretty."
"Whoa! Look at that sword on his back."
"I'm gonna get an armor like that someday!"
More and more comments could be heard by him. With the little girls speaking about his beauty and the boys speaking about his armor and weapons. Malak thought it was quite adorable.
"WHAT DID I TOLD YOU ABOUT PLAYING WITH THAT AROUND HERE!" Before Malak and Dandelion could reach the main door of the orphanage, they heard someone yell something.
"I-I'm sorry Mr. Arnaud." They heard a child's voice.
Moving his gaze to the right, Malak caught the sight of a tall and lean and comely middle-aged man, with blue-green eyes and sandy, sun-streaked hair wearing simple brown clothes. He was yelling at a small brown haired child with freckles that looked frightened. The child was holding a small flute made of wood.
"GIVE ME THAT!" The man grabbed the flute off the child's hand.
"No! Give it back!" The child begged.
The man's response to the child's pleas was to slap the boy's face hard, which caused him to fall into the ground. Then he tossed the flute on the ground and stomped on it. "YOU AND THE REST OF THIS UNGRATEFUL BRATS ARE GOING TO LEARN TO RESPE-AAHH!"
Unknowingly to the man, Malak was approaching him from behind as he was yelling at the child and once he got close enough, he grabbed the man by the collar with his right hand and pushed him into the nearby wall and lifted him off the ground. "I think it is time for you to learn how to treat small children." Malak spoke with a lot of venom in his voice, and the only thing that was keeping him from killing the man was the amount of children that were watching them.
"Who are you?!" The man, who is apparently called Mr. Arnaud, spoke.
"The one lifting you off the floor." He pointed out the obvious in response. Then he puts him down and slaps his face with his left hand, hard. "The one slapped you once." He slapped him again. "Twice." And again. "Three times." And again. "Four times." And again. "Five times." And again.
The children were laughing as they saw Malak slapping the man, which is a clear indication that they enjoy his suffering. Something could not be a good sign, and it pretty much indicates that this man doesn't treat the children well.
"STOP! ENOUGH! I'M SORRY!" Mr. Arnaud begged after getting slapped once again.
"Why are you apologizing to me?" He slapped the man once again. "Am I the one you slapped?" Another slap was given. "Am I?" And another.
"NO! I'M SORRY,SORRY, SORRY! JUST STOP!" Mr. Arnaud apologized to the kid and begged Malak to stop.
"Was it so hard to have manners?" Malak let go of the man, and he fell on the ground immediately with his face swollen from all the hard slaps that Malak gave him. Then the Black Wolf moved towards the flute that the man just destroyed and picked up in order to return to the boy. "Here."
The child, who was standing just a few steps away from the man, looked at it sadly as it was broken.
But Malak just smiled at him. "Hold it like this." He instructed the child, as he demonstrated how he should hold it.
The child was confused, but he obeyed the Witcher and held the flute in a specific way. Only to be shocked when Malak touches it, using a spell to put the flute back together. "You fixed it!" The child spoke in complete joy.
"I did," Malak told him while standing up. "Next time, play on a more private spot because there are certain animals that can't appreciate music." He spoke loud enough so the man could hear him. "Run along now."
"Thanks... Ummm..." The child didn't know what to call him.
"Sir Malak of Cintra." I'm certainly not going to be referring to myself as sir, but...
"Thanks, Sir Malak!" The boy bowed to him before he ran along to find a private spot to play his flute.
Malak let out a smile at the child, before he turned towards the man, who was still on the ground. "If I discover that you touched any of these children after today, you'll discover the hard way that my fists can do much more harm than my hands." The young man with long curls threatened the man. "Am I being clear?"
"Y-yes..." The man spoke before he forced himself to stand up to run as far away from him as possible.
"Can't say I feel bad for him." His uncle Dandelion, who was leaning on a wall with his lute at hand, told him. "Destroying a child's instrument is a terrible crime, especially for a bard." The Bard spoke clearly disgusted by the actions of that man.
"Exactly." Malak agreed with him. "Now, we should see this contact of yours."
Dandelion simply nodded and moved to enter the orphanage with Malak following behind him. The two of them passed through the door and saw that inside the orphanage was very cozy and well kept. It was also kind of hot inside, though it was probably a result of the lighted fire on the house, which Malak didn't really understood the purpose as the heat was pretty decent.
"I don't know how you deal with Lady Orianna, but if you think you can order me aroun-" Suddenly, they hear a woman speaking.
"I indeed can order you around, unless you would like me to inform Lady Orianna that you didn't show me complete hospitality." A woman replied to what the other voice said.
Both the Witcher and the Bard moved their heads to the left where they saw two women conversing with one another. One was an overweight middle aged woman standing up and the other was a young woman with long black hair wearing a fancy black outfit.
The woman with long black hair notices their presence and orders the woman. "Now, go grab something for my guests to drink."
The other woman looked at her angrily, before reluctantly obeying her.
The woman then stood up and moved towards the two of them. Once she got close enough, she spoke. "Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove, I presume." She extended her hand to his uncle Dandelion.
"I know who they are..." His uncle Dandelion responded once he took a good look at the woman's face. "You're Syanna, Anna's older sister."
That, obviously, surprised Malak. The Black Wolf did hear about the Duchess's sister. Sylvia Anna as it turns out, she had been born rather inopportunely. She came into this world during an eclipse and thus fell victim to the panic surrounding the Curse of the Black Sun, which was said to affect young girls from ruling families born in similar circumstances. Malak personally thought the curse was nothing more than an idiotic invention created by someone in order to instill fear into others, and it worked. Syanna's parents certainly seemed to be among the foolish believers of the curse, for they deemed her too dangerous to be allowed to remain at court and forced her into exile.
"Very few special people are allowed to call me that, and I certainly don't consider my sister's lover to be one of them." She reacted negatively to being called that by her uncle.
"Former lover to be more precise." Malak couldn't help but point out.
"Oh please, I'm pretty certain my sister is as dry as a desert nowadays and I can already predict she'll gladly take him back as he's possibly the only person foolish enough to have her." Sylvia replied to what Malak said, and he pretty much agrees with her about that. "And you must be Malak of Cintra, or someone that disturbingly matches his description."
"Oh, there's a description?" Malak asked in a somewhat amused tone.
"Something along the lines of, being too beautiful to be a man." She joked at the way people usually describe Malak. "And you, the description usually goes, having an exceptionally punchable face." The beauty told the Bard.
"That is certainly a description that most men would give me, but most of the women I meet usually describe a very kissable face." His uncle Dandelion attempted to respond to that comment with a... semi-joke, as Malak could tell that he genuinely believed that.
She smiled in amusement before speaking once again. "I don't think you need me to spell it out for you, but I am the contact that you came to meet."
"It was pretty obvious already, but thank you for informing us anyway." Malak spoke in response while folding his arms. "Would you kindly explain to us, what could the exiled sister of the Duchess of Toussaint need from us?" That was a question that he really wanted an answer to.
"Technically, I was only supposed to meet with him." Sylvia corrected him while pointing at his uncle Dandelion. "But since you are here as well, things might have got much easier."
Soon enough, that woman that Sylvia was speaking with earlier reappeared bringing some cups filled with what he assumed to be wine.
"Take a seat, and I will explain to the two of you what exactly I need from you." She specifically pointed at Malak while signalling him and Dandelion to sit down.
After a few drinks, Malak and Dandelion sit through Sylvia's explanation about what exactly she wants them, Malak specifically, to do.
"You want me to kill four people for you?" It was Malak's question.
Sylvia Anna's single request in order for her to give them the location of the vault where the so called "special" wine is kept, was that the Black Wolf killed four men by the names of Louis de la Croix, Vladimir Crespi, Milton de Peyrac-Peyran, and Ramon du Lac. All four are knights and quite respected ones by her description of them.
"Precisely." She confirmed.
Malak moved his head to look at his uncle Dandelion, who was just as confused as he was about the request. "Ummm... Why?" The Bard asked the Duchess's sister.
"That is not really your concern," She bluntly answered the bard. "I'm offering something you seek in exchange of a favor and that's all you need to know." There was a certain condescending tone in her voice, though it sounded a little forced. "So, do you accept my proposal or not?"
Both the Witcher and the Bard stared at one another once again. "It's your decision, I will help in whatever you decide." Malak informed his uncle. Though, killing four people over wine just sound unbelievably stupid for the Black Wolf.
His uncle seems a little reluctant, but he probably remembered that he promised the wine. "We have a deal..." He spoke, not exactly sounding so sure about this.
"Wonderful." The beautiful woman spoke. "Prepare to take off in an hour in order to take the first target out." She ordered them without even bothering to explain to them.
"An hour?" Dandelion noted what she said.
"Yes, Vladimir Crespi owns a Vineyard that is not too far from here." She explained to them as she stood up from her chair. "He's currently making a deal with someone at Beauclair and when he returns it shall be the perfect time to strike."
Malak sighed. "If that's the case, just show me the location and I shall handle this." He requested the woman. I'll just shoot him in the head from afar with the Bullet Thrower and get this over with.
"Not so fast," Sylvia Anna was quick to rebuff. "I will be accompanying you to each of this assassinations." She informed him.
Malak made a confused face. "Why?" Is she mad? If someone recognizes her as the exiled sister of the Duchess, she is going to be in a world of trouble.
"Because it's personal, and that's all you need to know." She made a serious expression when she said that.
Okay, this four that she wants me to kill must have done something to her and she now wants revenge. That was the best explanation that Malak could think of.
"Malak..." His uncle Dandelion called him. "I think it's better that I stay out of it." The Bard told the Witcher. "I know this is all because of me, but I would probably just get in the way and I can't exactly risk being seen." That was actually true.
"You can hide here for the meantime," Sylvia suggested. "No one would think of searching for a fugitive in an orphanage." Actually, there was the risk of them actually coming to search, but it was still the best place for him to hide for the meantime. "Besides, no one would dare to kill you until my sister actually returns so..."
"Yes, I think I will do that..." Dandelion decided to accept her idea.
The Duchess's sister than approached the Witcher. "I guess it's just you and me." She pointed out.
Malak of Cintra certainly didn't like where this was going and he had a feeling that something was going to go bad. But, he already decided that he would help his uncle Dandelion in whatever he needed. So killing four Knights that probably did something to the beautiful woman in front of him, was something that he would have to go through. "Yes."
Thanks everyone for reading this chapter, you're support means a lot to me.
As always, Questions and Answers:
Bloody auto correct I meant Malak and Ciri's paths aren't for the lodge to pick and choice
Been meaning to say to since Malak's legend is already reaching the heights of his fathers and will one day over take it and all that in some kingdoms can Malak already be more famous for example
Kovir and Poviss
Lyria and Rivia
Dol Blathanna
Zerrikania
Ofir
Temeria
By the time he leaves Toussaint to
Cintra
I'm also hoping he's well loved in Skellige and to the people of the Isles while the rest of the world knows him as the Black Wolf to them he is the Sea Wolf say he also has joined Cerys on a few endeavours and more than just clan an Craite could welcome Malak with open arms but so could clan Tuirseach and Brokvar
With the Lodge again I do kinda hope we get a moment where Yen complains some of the members have approached her trying to patch things up with her so to speak because they don't want her getting in the way of them getting involved with Malak
To which Malak could say he didn't put them up to it but he finds the sentiment sweet haha
Also maybe Malak's time in Ofir could change what a certain Sorceress from there called Radeyah wants haha
Back to the lodge can Margarita insist on Malak calling her Rita and can some joke he is perhaps the only person who can make her happily leave her school for a time
Common mistake.
Maybe...
Sea Wolf? That's kind of weird but it would fit, though I doubt that Malak will like it.
More like, her getting in the way of them trying to manipulate him for their own gain. (One of Yen's bezerk buttons here, is when someone tries to control or manipulate Malak, as Ciri is the only one other than her that she would ever allow it to control Malak.)
Hah! That would be interesting.
Rita actually took Malak's virginity.
I checked my review for this chapter, I meant to say Yen's but it somehow turned to Yesn's lol
Common mistake.
Is Malak sterile like a normal witcher?
No. (Malak was a born Witcher, so he never went through the alchemical process and mutagenic consumption that the Witchers go through for their mutations, which is the major cause of their sterilization. His body kind of adapted itself to it while he was in his mother's womb and so did his reproductive system.) But, he is extremely careful with that as he's exceptionally afraid that his child is born like him and his mother were. {Though, he does have a Dryad daughter that he's unaware of.}
I'm worried about what you said about Geralt, is he dead in this story? so, that's really sad. I've never even thought of a Witcher story without Garalt in it so it's gonna be really weird.
also, you responded to my last review with Malak didn't come out perfectly out of his mother and for some reason that sounds so cool! especially if he was a hunchback with a deformed face like Yen's and the frighteningly pale color of a witcher's skin. that sounds exactly like what the genie would do, to grant you your wish but in the worst way possible.
Like I said before, this story starts after the books but before the games. The books actually ended with Geralt and Yennefer presumed dead , only to be revealed in The Witcher 1 that they actually survived. [It's showed in the Witcher 2 in a form of a flashback, how they did it.] (But poor Malak does believe that they are really dead and is still depressed due to grief as he was very close to his parents.)
You're correct, he was born exactly like Yennefer and his unbelievable beauty is actually Yen's doing.
To clarify something auto correct screwed me I didn't mean to write Aryan getting on with Phillipa it was supposed to be hope Malak gets on with Phillipa despite what his parents relationship with her is like autocorrect kinda screwed me there
After playing some fun games of Gwent like how it really wasn't difficult for Malak to break his uncle out of prison
Curious on how Malak is going to get this special wine for Dandelion
Of course Anna isn't going to be happy about the break out I just hope most of her annoyance is directed at Dandelion not Malak because Dandelion was the one to summon Malak in the first place to bust him out
Oh and since Dandelion only publishes Malak's sexual escapades which is both brilliant and hilarious I now do really hope Priscilla becomes the writer of his tale so more can hear of his exploits and not just his sexual ones haha
Also curious to know who the other lady who joined in on Mal and Ciri's first time was
She might do it, for manipulation purposes, but he certainly will prefer Cynthia.
He already knew the place head to toe from reading the guards minds.
You'll be surprised.
Definitely not, and she might do something naughty with Malak just to break Dandelion's heart. (Dandelion may retaliate by writing a song about it.)
Malak actually knows Priscilla and writes to her regularly , so it's a possibility that she already started.
Let's just say that... a certain Red Rose may have taken advantage of a psychologically numb Ciri [After her bad experience with Fire Magic, after she ignore Malak's warning.] and a injured and physically incapasitated Malak [After having to single handedly fight against , Sweers and his Trappers while being magically exhausted.] . (But the two returned the favor by basically tag teaming on her later, if you know what I mean *wink* *wink*.) (They may reunite with their red rose at some point and Malak may be on the receiving end of a... exceptionally pleasant surprise, similar to one that Geralt almost had with Triss and Yen, but fortunately:
{
Ciri: What's with that face, were you expecting something else?
Malak:I admit, I was half-expecting the two of you to actually just leave me here tied up.
Ciri: Although, I do agree that it would actually be hilarious, I woudn't ruin this moment with such a stupid prank.
"Red Rose": Especially since I waited a long time to do this with the two of you again.
}
Ah so I'm guessing the chances of him leaving the land of wine with Arondight are slim well that's a shame
Out of curiosity who was the other participant in Ciri's first time?
Emperor Malak does have a nice tone to it haha
Also when Geralt returns even with his memory fuzzy can Malak just say right you can take over babysitting Dandelion
When Mal's love of Gwent takes him to a certain tournament that has Carthia or rather Sasha in it can he for one know her and while he does willingly help her he just says to himself can't even have a simple tournament of bloody Gwent haha
Speaking of ladies of Nilfgaard with Cynthia can she be among the people Mal has meet on his travels over the years to
Lastly with the Lodge again while Mal could have a better relationship with it than either of his parents can Mal have stated to them quite clearly both his and Ciri's patches aren't for the Lodge to pick and choice and he has tried to warn them about thinking to highly of themselves as a group
Lastly lastly any chance of a preview of a scene between Mal and the likes of Ciri or Saskia
Like I said, Malak only uses his personal sword because it was custom made for his personal fighting style.
The person that Ciri made that Red Rose tattoo for. (She also has a tattoo for Malak.)
It does, but Duny won't like it at all.
LOL! Malak loves his uncle Dandelion but he'll certainly like the prospect of not having to babysit him anymore.
Maybe...
They may have to work together on a secret mission.
His relationship with the Lodge will be a bit complicated. (One of the reasons they want Ciri to join them here is because she's one of the very few people that can actually "control" Malak other than Yennefer.)
Preview for Mr. Guest:
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The sleep was welcome, especially with this entire mess. Malak decided to stay out of the planning for the upcoming battle against Henselt , though Saskia gave him her word that Henself will be executed if the battle is won.
Sadly, his sleep was interrupted by something, a very pleasant sensation. Opening his violet eyes, Malak of Cintra saw something peculiar. He saw the beautiful Dragonslayer on top of the bed, wearing only a white shirt, sucking the Dragonrider's cock. "Didn't you have a battle to plan?" Malak asked her as he gently touched her blond hair.
"The planning is done, so I just came here to pass the time." She informed him as she stroked his cock.
"Just pass the time?" He asked with a smirk.
Saskia gave a smirk of her own, before she started to slowly suck Malak's manhood. She was surprisingly skillful at it, which makes him wonder if she has done it before with one of her dwarf lovers or something. There was also a certain enthusiasm that she was showing, which Malak suspects that it's a result of their bond.
The Black Wolf allowed his mind to wonder as he was being pleasured by the Virgin of Aedirn. He was mostly thinking about what would happen after the battle, mainly because he still had one king to eliminate and it happens to be the most difficult one so far. The Witcher did his best to come up with some methods, but he cannot plan anything until he knows what he's dealing with. He would have to find a way to rescue his aunt Triss from the Nilfgaardians and Adda before King Radovid forces her to marry him in order to acquire Temeria. I already expected that Radovid would not react well to Adda breaking their betrothal after Foltest's death, but kidnapping her to force her to marry him. The fool doesn't know what he got himself into when he involved Adda into this. The memory of Adda saying that she loved him kept replaying in his head, and despite the fact that his heart belonged to Ciri, Adda did have a place in Malak's heart which motivated him even more to rescue her from the King of Redania.
"Mmmm..." Saskia made a small sound that called Malak's attention, causing him to look at her. Her mouth was warm and wet, and she was skillful with her tongue. Another thought that passed on his mind as he observes Saesenthessis pleasuring him. She did tell me that there have been very few Dragon Riders because of the rarity that involves the binding between a Dragon and an Individual. But that makes me wonder, did any of them actually had this type of relationship? It was a possibility since Saesenthessis and Malak were attracted to one another upon their first encounter despite the two being bound to one another since she was born thanks to the deal between her father and his mother. And her confession of her preference towards Dwarves.
After some contemplation, Malak decided to stop thinking about it after a minute, because it was pointless. So he sat up on the bed and grabbed Saskia. It didn't take long for the Black Wolf to get on top of her, placing her legs on his shoulder, allowing him to bury his cock deep inside of her.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" The Virgin of Aedirn released a loud scream as his cock entered her. "NNNNHHHHH!" Malak delivered slow but hard thrusts into Saskia's cunt. With her letting out screams that are probably being heard by the people outside. Saskia probably doesn't care but she still had her shirt on, just in case of someone walking in on them. "MMMMMHHHHHH!" In all honesty, Malak used to genuinely believe that those exaggerated screams that she does were fake, but now, he's actually certain that they were serious. Observing them closely, they greatly resemble the roar that she does on her dragon form.
"Roar for me..." He requested his dragon as he kept thrusting into her cunt.
"RRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRR!" She made a near exact roar. Which caused Malak to increase the speed. "RRRRRROOOOOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRR!" Another roar escaped her lips though unintentionally. Saskia then grabbed Malak's head as he tries to go even deeper inside of her. As they stared into each other's eyes, the Witcher wondered if it feels the same for the Dragon as it does for him. His question was answered when Saskia pulled his head closer in order to connect her lips into his, the kiss was intense but there was more passion than lust in it, which confirmed Malak's question. Ironically, that caused him to slow down once again and deliver hard but slow thrust while their lips were connected and their tongues were enthralling together .
Part of him did feel a bit sorry for Iorveth. It was clear to the Black Wolf that the Scoia'tael had feelings for the Virgin of Aedirn. But sadly, even if Malak wasn't involved, he would still have no chance with her since she has a preference towards Dwarves, with Malak being the only exception due to his place as her Rider.
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There, I hope it answered some of your questions about how their dynamic will be like.