Bonus chapter for y'all. In a future setting wherein... err shit got real, the white frost is explained to an extent, and we get to see some old faces i was fond of in Witcher 1 and 2. That said, i've never been able to get around to writing up and publishing that future sadly. have some bits done, and much of the ideas... somewhere but eh yeah.
If any of you are interested in seeing those ideas and maybe helping bring them to fruition I would happily accept and all comers. just message or review. and well lemme know. anyhow in the meantime enjoy. not as vivid as the other scenes i know but eh, hope you find some enjoyment in this.
Iorveth's kisses were frantic this night, as he took them back to the bed they'd shared for so long these past 20 years or so. The stress of the past few months obviously having taken a significant toll on him, as they had with her, though arguably to an even greater extent.
She returned his kisses eagerly, digging her nails into his finely shaped pecs, enjoying that unique feel of him. soft and unbelievably smooth, almost infantile seeming skin, over taut whipcord muscles that were anything but infantile.
No words were shared this night, only heat, comfort, and sorrow as they commiserated to one another.
Iorveth plunged into her, and she accepted him happily. Her body had long since adjusted to his, and they now fit together as perfectly as well oiled machinery, or a sword and its sheathe. Shani gasped, and groaned, clutching at him with her thighs, as he penetrated deep into her as always, already locked onto that spot deep within her that promised to drive her wild.
Iorveth's thrusts, like his kisses however were more frantic than usual, and she could see heavy strain in his body as he thrust into her, his veins taut, muscles tense.
And she almost sighed as she realized that this, was going to be one of those days when he really wanted, or just outright needed to finish quickly. By the time she had resigned herself to that fact, he'd taken the final plunge over the precipice, and he groaned, burying his face in her shoulder out of habit to muffle his groan as he speared himself as deeply as he could into her warm, inviting sanctuary of flesh and spent himself within.
He clutched at her, shuddering almost violently, and she clutched him right back, shivering in turn as his seed flooded her, his cock expanding just a tad with each fierce pulse, sending more tingles throughout her core, and giving her body unreasonable hope of proper satisfaction, that her mind already knew wasn't going to be coming tonight.
Still, Shani held onto him, and nuzzled his neck just as fiercely, her teeth marking him just as he did her, and feigned the motions of an orgasm, though she doubted he had his wits about him enough to even notice her act. Still he was already stressed enough about the absence of their fiery daughter, no sense adding to his stress by hurting his pride.
So she clung to him, like she knew he wanted her to. Kissing the side of his face gently, and enjoying how his ear twitched against her hair.
Eventually he rolled off to the side, exhausted yet satisfied, and pulled her in close for some good snuggling. She quite liked that part of him, though she would have enjoyed some privacy to take care of her own physical needs, she settled for having her emotional ones met. If there was one thing Iorveth was good at, it was emotion.
Later as they layed together in the darkness, his head on her chest, as he clutched at her, she had to wonder just what it was that made him so afraid of the dark these days. It seemed more and more common lately that he came back from the woods seeming frazzled, and his lone eye watched the shadows carefully.
She knew the answer had to lie with his partner, the one who'd truly held his heart all those years ago, however unlikely it had been.
Unfortunately, that meant that the truth of the matter was more than likely never to be had. Iorveth had never spoken of the matter to her, but she'd heard enough rumors to piece together at least an idea of what had occurred.
one of the leaders of the Wild Hunt had returned, along with the last of the terrible witches of crookback bog, with the once beloved Isengrim as their champion.
They'd worked together to bring something from between the worlds... something that the white frost had held at bay.
And in the end the only thing that had been able to stop it had been Iorveth, her old friend and lover Geralt, and A... woman who'd been avid hunter of nonhumans like Iorveth himself, though she wound up becoming a nonhuman herself ironically enough during the crisis with the Salamandra organization
they'd fought hard and valiently together, and though they had triumped in the end... it came at at terrible price. The price being that of the woman Iorveth had grown to care for in a way he never had for Shani, or indeed anyone else in the world really.
Shani didn't bare the woman any grudge, despite the terrible things she'd heard. In fact more than anything else in the world, she wished... oh how she wished that that woman could return, so her Iorveth could face the darkness head on, without leaning on her as he did now, and be more of the proud solid figure he once was... even if it meant losing him herself.
Goddess Melitele, I know I'm not one of your most devout children... but please for the sake of the man I admire, and cherish above all others, who has brought me children, knowledge, and happiness above all that I ever really thought possible... I beg of you, please bring White Rayla back.
White Rayla, for those of you who don't know is a woman who was like the female and human version of Iorveth... or a female version of Roche. who wound up killed, and resurrected by Salamandra experiments, only to be killed again, by Geralt in the first game. She was very fond of killing elves.
Eh, i gots ideas for her.
Anyhow, please do lemme know what you thought of this. Sorry if it didn't make much sense. i just felt like publishing something Witcher related. and well... here you go.