It was strange and different being in a place surrounded by men. Ciri had often dressed down to play with knucklebones with the boys in Cintra, but there was something that felt much different in spending her days with grown men. She was tough, she liked the thrill of training, feeling like one of the brothers, but as a young woman who could now be with one of them, having had no previous romantic encounter, she felt a budding attraction to Lambert. She wanted to look nice for the possibility of suitors, having her eye on him.
But when Lambert and Coen saw her, and made fun of her, even if it was simple jesting, she knew she wasn't being taken seriously. They were brutes, it was clear. They didn't care about the flowers in her hair, that she had tried to look pleasing. Instead, they made her feel silly and childish.
She deflated, turned saddened, but hid it behind anger as she fumed and walked past Geralt and out of the room. Geralt could see she was upset and he immediately glared at the other two witchers. Lambert chuckled, shaking his head in amusement, "Do you see that? Prancing around like she's a fairy."
Coen's eyes lit up with humor and said quite bluntly, "Thinks she's going to get some."
They both laughed heartily and Geralt glared impossibly more, fuming now on her behalf, just as she had. It bothered him, their talking in such a way about his daughter, acting as though it were fine and it wouldn't disturb him severely. He cared about Ciri and wouldn't have these men, his brothers or not, bully her, or hurt her feelings. He got up close to Lambert and spoke gravely, "Speak more, and there will be two more medallions on the tree."
He'd never really threatened his fellow witchers in that way before, but Ciri was a soft spot for him. He never thought he'd have a daughter, someone to melt his cold, distant, heart. She was precious. So he knew he had to go to her, to make sure she alright, and show she was cared for.
He walked through the halls until he came to her room. He slowly pushed the door open to see her sitting on the edge of the bed, her face wet with tears, even if her expression of blank. His heart fell and he softly closed the door behind him, pausing a moment with his back to her.
She was silent as he thought of what to say. Finally he turned and took a step toward her. "They may look like men, but they are still boys," he swore.
Ciri brought a hand up to her face to wipe some of the tears away quickly, but she still stared ahead, silent. Geralt frowned before sighing deeply. He closed the distance between them and knelt down before her, placing an arm on his knee. He looked into her eyes but she averted them.
"You're lovely, Ciri." He wanted to assure her, but even though it was to encourage, he wasn't used to doing so, so he sounded awkward when he added, "Any man would be lucky to have you."
The lion cub of Cintra felt her heart flutter at the comment, but she was too upset to give much of a reaction. She continued to look away as she spoke so quietly, "I never wanted a man before Lambert." There was a pause and then she finally looked into Geralt's eyes, "Why doesn't he think I'm pretty?"
Geralt felt so bad for her, but when she asked that he placed his hand on her knee and gave a light chuckle, "I assure you, he thinks you're pretty." Then he said more pointedly, "Because you are."
Ciri gave a genuine smile at the words and another beat passed before she lifted a hand to take hold of one of the locks of hair hanging in his face, twirling it within her fingers, "You're pretty too, Geralt."
Geralt's lips parted and he gave a soft look of surprise, he hadn't expected the compliment. But it was sweet, and it made him feel good about himself, just as he had hoped he'd do for her. But he felt silly, he wasn't one who cared if others saw him as attractive or not. But something about the way Ciri was looking at him, how much she meant to him, and the way she was touching his hair, it made his stomach flutter lightly.
He squeezed her knee lightly in a show of thanks as his lips closed into a smile and he looked away with a gentle grunt.
Ciri grinned, "You're blushing."
That made Geralt grin as well, how absurd that was. And he blinked and looked back to her, "I am not."
The princess suddenly slipped her arms over his shoulders and slid forward to rest her forehead against his, feeling comfortable and blissful with him. She was smiling happily and it was heard in her voice as she spoke dreamily, "Somehow it makes you even more handsome."
Those words made Geralt's breath catch in his chest, it was so sweet, so charming, coming from her. He lifted his free arm to place his hand on her back in a hug, but when he spoke, "Ciri…" it was in warning, though there was a pleasantness to it. He wasn't quite sure she was being appropriate; he couldn't tell what the nature of her words were.
The moment felt nice, for them both. But Ciri was distraught, and Geralt was there, so comfy and kind, and she couldn't help but to tighten her arms around him. "It's true," she said so softly, so sweetly, "Any woman would want you. You're so kind, so strong."
He felt his abdomen and chest tighten at the praise. But he felt it was a bit much, coming from a young woman that had become his daughter. He didn't want her to be attracted to him, for it to change that kind of relationship, but something about it was so precious, just as she had always been, and he couldn't stop himself from feeling good that she saw him in such a way.
"I want someone like you," she breathed.
That made another flutter pass through hm, but he immediately knew it was wrong to react in such a way. She was simply disappointed and wanted to make up for not getting the affection she wanted from Lambert, he knew so. All he could do was pull back and cup her cheek, looking sincerely into her eyes, "You can have that. Someday."
She gripped his shoulders, almost looking panicked in a subdued way, "But what if I want that now? What if I want you?"
Geralt's brows creased and he looked confused and a bit pained. He didn't know what to say. He deflated again, closing his eyes, and once again warned with a soft, "Ciri…"
She pulled him closer, "Haven't you thought about me?" she questioned, sounding hopeful.
"Ciri, please…" he groaned.
Then he felt her lips press against his. They lingered for a long moment, so soft and sweet, and he felt a stirring that he immediately despised. He loved her, he cared for her, but this was not what he had seen their relationship as turning into. He wanted his daughter, what he had accepted her to be. Yet, he waited until her lips left, still feeling them once they were gone. He was about to pull back when he felt her hands slip down to the buttons of his shirt, where she began to undo them. "Please, Geralt," she whispered.
Heat spread within his chest as his shirt was opened, and he knew he should have stopped her, but he was in slight shock. "You don't want this," he spoke deeply, trying to convince himself that even he didn't want it.
He felt her hand slip into his shirt and rub his chest and she gasped silently, his chest beginning to heave. "Yes. I do."
He groaned, feeling defeated as he opened his eyes and saw the seriousness within hers. Her hand continued to fondle his chest and he couldn't deny it was arousing him in such a dangerous way, to the point where he couldn't stop her. Then she spread his shirt open and did something else he hadn't been anticipating, she began to kiss at his chest.
He looked down, watching, growing aroused at the feeling and the sight. This was going too far but it felt too good. He lifted the hand on her knee and ran it through her hair. "Hng, Ciri," he groaned before tilting her head up and dipping his down to kiss her again, this time allowing their lips to move together.
There was a painful ache in his chest that was both arousal and regret as they kissed and he pulled her closer to him. She whimpered into his mouth and it sent a pang of desire though him. He was hot now, feeling like he couldn't resist. He couldn't deny her.
He slipped a hand beneath her leg and lifted her onto the bed as he kissed her, climbing onto her and wrapping the leg around him, then he broke the kiss and rasped, "You don't know what you're getting into."
"Fuck me, please, Geralt," she pleaded, her voice quivering.
He hurt, but he was so hard that he didn't think he could stop now, he could tell from the way she spoke and shook lightly that she desperately wanted him. His heart was pounding as he yanked down her pants and he quickly took himself out. He groaned deeply as he took no more hesitation in slipping deep inside her.
She gasped in deeply and clutched at him and let the gasp out in a, "O-ohh… G-Geralt…" her voice shaking, and then she whimpered.
He gave a sharp thrust and she gasped again. He rutted into her, sharp, steady, and strong. "Fuck, Ciri." He was shaking now as he pulsed inside her, growing with each deep, powerful thrust. It felt too good despite how wrong it felt. And as she began to cry out louder with each pump of his hips it fueled his intent to make her feel like she had never felt before.
He gripped her leg tighter and began to pound into her almost as desperate as she had been and she cried out with a loud, "Geralt!"
He began to pant, growing so painfully close. And he felt anger with himself, but her cries and whimpers were so stimulating. He gritted his teeth and called out her name as well, "Ciri."
She was holding onto him so tightly, "Ah, ah! Geralt! Geralt!"
And just as she began to scream she fluttered and clenched around him and her body wracked with shudders. She whimpered on the verge of tears as she came with an intensity that astonished Geralt. He tensed hard and continued to thrust until he was pumping firmly through his own release, groaning deep and loud. "Fuck, Ciri, fuck."
Finally he halted within her, breathing heavily and so exhausted. He was blown away by his own release. So heavy and powerful. He stroked Ciri's hair and uttered another, "Fuck," in disbelief.
"That was…" Ciri breathed out, "Geralt…" She pulled him to her again and nuzzled into him.
He hugged her, feeling a relief that she seemed to be alright, and after a moment he kissed her head before rolling off of her. He laid on his back beside her, trying to come down from the high. Ciri rolled onto her side and placed a hand on his chest, "Thank you, Geralt."
Geralt just closed his eyes and gave a soft grunt, and they both drifted into sleep, Geralt trying to come to terms with what he had done, and Ciri content knowing that the man who protected her had given her what she needed.
