Chapter 7- I'm Done Resting
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Sable awoke to the light of midday, as gentle rays of sunshine flickered through branches of the tall trees.
She felt somewhat improved after her near-death experience with the three headed monster only hours before.
She almost couldn't believe it had actually happened, if not for the huge tear in the middle of her tunic that now lay soaked, on the ground.
Raising her head, she immediately looked around for the Witcher, relieved to see Geralt had kept his word, sitting by her side.
Leaning his back against a tree, his arm was resting on bent knee, quietly staring into the flames.
'You don't sleep much?' She asked, wiping a lock of hair from her face as his gaze shifted towards her.
'Makes for fewer nightmares.' Geralt replied as Sable raised herself to sit on her hip, leaning on one arm towards him.
Geralt had removed his armor, his black shirt , open at the collar, revealing a hint of his muscular chest beneath.
Sable observed that his injuries from the monster remained, not having used any of her blood from the vile, on himself.
He had used it to save her instead.
Geralt had a significant gash to his thigh.
Although he had bandaged it over his trousers, much blood had stained the white fabric of the dressing.
How did she not notice this before?
Concerned, Sable placed a gentle hand on his knee.
'You must be in some pain. I need to heal you.' Sable started, looking around for something sharp to extract her blood.
'No.' Geralt said firmly. 'Not yet. You need to get your own strength back first.'
Sable paused, then nodded reluctantly.
He had a point.
They were both worse for wear after their violent encounter with the three headed monster.
Still sleepy, Sable shifted closer to him, leaning her head on his shoulder, she closed her eyes.
Moving an arm around her, Geralt drew her in as he kissed her on the forehead.
After staring into the flames in thought for some time, Sable spoke.
'Tell me about yourself, Witcher. I have heard many stories, but tell me more about the real you.'
Geralt raised an eyebrow.
No one had ever asked him that before.
No one wanted to know about the life of a Witcher.
They only wanted a Witcher around when there was a monster to dispose of.
Geralt proceeded to tell Sable of his battles with monsters of every type, meetings with magical beings, elves and dwarves.
Sable listened with fascination.
Geralt went on to tell her about his home, Kaer Morhen, The school of the wolf, a Witcher's keep used for rest and training over the Winter. His training and experience as a child, and of Vesemir.
'Vesemir has always been like a father to me. But unlike me he wanted to become a Witcher, I didn't have a choice.'
'But, do you like being a Witcher? Are you… happy?' Sable asked, turning to face him.
No one had ever asked him that before either.
'A Witcher's life is not meant to be happy or fulfilling. It is one of purpose and servitude.' Geralt explained.
'We kill to save lives. That's what Vesemir always said. I have never enjoyed killing. It is just what I do.' Geralt explained.
'But… you make me happy. It is not a feeling I am accustomed to.' He added which received a small smile from Sable.
'Right from the start, I felt drawn to you. Like it was destiny for us to cross paths.' Geralt admitted.
Sable raised her eyebrows, nodding slowly.
Perhaps it was.
After some time lost in reflection, Geralt spoke in reflection of their recent encounter with the monster.
'I really thought I had lost you.' Geralt admitted.
Sable raised her eyes, looking at him point blank, their faces close.
'Well you had me thinking you couldn't stand the sight of me...' she replied in a defensive but playful tone, before adding, '..so we're even.'
They kissed, this time much more slowly, tender and gentle.
Her soft lips on his, surrounded by stubble.
Without thinking, Geralt ran his hand over her cloak covered thigh affectionately, before hesitating and withdrawing his touch.
'You need more rest.' He said.
'No.' Sable shook her head defiantly.
'I'm done resting,' she said with conviction feeling something stirring inside her at his touch.
She had never wanted anything more in her life than how she wanted Geralt right now.
Now that she knew he wanted her too, she didn't want to wait a moment longer.
Almost forcefully, Sable planted her lips on his once more.
She couldn't quite explain it, but she needed him.
More of him…
All of him.
Now.
Wearing nothing but Geralt's cloak draped over her entirety, Sable raised herself to straddle Geralt's lap.
Small flashes of her bare skin under the cloak was evident as she moved.
They were now face to face.
Surprized at her forward gesture, Geralt paused momentarily before sliding his hands through the centre part, to underneath the cloak.
Firmly clutching at the soft skin of her small waist, Geralt quickly become aroused as they kissed again.
Sable's skin tingled all over as Geralt's mouth worked downwards, exploring the delicate skin on her neck, as his hands ran across her back pulling her closer to him.
His touch was electric.
Sable closed her eyes and dipped her head backwards as Geralt cupped her breast in his palm.
Sable never wanted him to stop touching her.
Dying had been worth it if being with Geralt was her reward.
Sable began unbuttoning Geralt's shirt, revealing more of his muscular chest, before he quickly untucked it and drew it over his head.
Holding her firmly, Geralt repositioned them both, laying her down by the fire.
Lying over her, remaining between her legs, Geralt traced his fingers along the soft skin of her inner leg down to her intimate folds, touching her gently.
He felt Sable tremble.
Usually, Geralt didn't have to worry about the other party.
Whores knew what to do and how to do it.
Sensing her inexperience in such matters, Geralt paused above her.
'Are you sure this is what you want?' He questioned looking into her eyes.
Sable could feel his desire contained within his trousers, press against her.
Sable nodded in reply, locking eyes with him.
'I have never been this certain about anything in my whole life.' She whispered back.
'I am finally free to make my own choices and… I choose you.' Sable said with conviction.
That was all Geralt needed to hear as he reached down to free himself.
Sable inhaled a sharp breath as she felt him slowly push into her for the first time.
She had wondered and imagined for so long what this felt like.
To be so close to someone.
To make love…
She wasn't disappointed as sharp pain soon dissolved to growing pleasure.
Sable followed Geralt's expressions and movements above with her eyes.
Feeling Sable gradually relax into enjoyment, Geralt allowed his control to lapse, pushing deeper.
Torn between focussing on her own bombardment of sensations and emotions and wanting to absorb the Witcher's heated breath and building pleasure, Sable resisted closing her eyes.
Geralt's movements become quicker and more forceful as he gazed down at her beneath him.
Geralt felt Sable open her legs wider as Geralt continued to push into her, the building pleasure grew to breaking point.
Sable closed her eyes as waves of pleasure engulfed her, gasps and soft moans escaping her lips.
Geralt reached his own climax soon afterward, letting out a low growl on his breath.
Words seemed unnecessary, staring at each other as their breathing stabilized.
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Waking hours later, lying on his back with Sable fast asleep nuzzled into his side, Geralt felt unusually warm.
Looking up in the receding light of day, Geralt saw one of Sable's wings outstretched, large feathers sheltering them both from the cool of the approaching evening.
Smiling to himself, Geralt gently separated himself from Sable and stoked the smouldering coals beside them.
Geralt felt surprisingly… refreshed.
It was then that he noticed that she had healed him once more.
She must have done it when he had fallen asleep, before her.
For once Geralt admitted to sleeping better than he had in a long while, contently, deeply.
And although much dried blood remained on his skin and clothing, his wounds were no more.
Geralt rose to tend to Roach, before strolling down to the river.
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Sable roused not long afterwards to find Geralt not by her side, or anywhere else for that matter.
Her eyes searched for movement in the dim evening light, but he was nowhere to be found.
Where had he gone? Where was the Witcher?
Mostly unconcerned as Sable saw Roach still tethered to a tree, she raised herself to a seated position, hugging her legs.
Warmed by the cloak covering every part of her, Sable stared into the gently flowing water as she thought back to their recent encounter and smiled to herself.
Still watching the gentle motion of the river downstream, Sable was startled when Geralt broke the surface suddenly, raising his head and shoulders out of the river.
Geralt smoothed his silvery white hair back as he rung the water out with his palms, his muscular arms on show.
Sable looked on in awe as water cascaded off his muscular arms as he raised them out of the river.
Finally turning his broad shoulders in Sable's direction, Geralt locked eyes with her.
They gazed at each other from a distance, neither wanting to break the connection first.
For a few long seconds, Sable sat, admiring the view, before slowly raising herself to her feet.
Stepping down the riverbank towards Geralt with the cape draped around her, flashes of her nuditiy caught Geralt's attention as the hem of the cloak dragged behind her.
Sable raised her hand to unfasten the cloak from around her neck.
The cloak fell to the ground leaving Sable completely naked.
Geralt watched, motionless and expressionless as the beautiful, winged woman, wearing absolutely nothing, walked towards him.
Slowly, one foot in front of the other.
Carefully stepping into the water, although still cool, Sable was pleasantly surprized that it was not as cold as she last remembered, being warmed from the sun.
As she waded further into the water, their eyes locked once more, Geralt holding still as Sable moved closer towards him.
She felt drawn to him like it was animalistic, instinctual.
Crouching down to his level so the water was just covering her breasts, they gazed at each other, with much desire.
'You, were too far away', she said, now eye level with Geralt.
Moving her face closer to his, Sable kissed Geralt once more, planting her soft lips on his.
Geralt took Sable in his arms and held her against his strong frame.
The shared warmth of their skin was comforting against the cool water gently flowing around them.
Raising her face slightly above his, kissing Geralt more deeply, Sable ran her hands around the back of his head and through damp strands of his silvery white hair.
Geralt felt Sable's knees wrap around his waist as she placed her arms over his broad shoulders.
Sable could feel Geralt's desire as he held her close.
She too felt a growing arousal as he brushed against her delicate folds.
They were so close to becoming one, once more.
Struggling to contain himself after watching her seductive walk down into the water, Geralt hastily rose to stand, taking Sable with him in his strong arms.
As water drained rapidly off Sable's wings, Geralt carried her, with legs still wrapped around him, to the riverside.
Stepping out of the shallows, Geralt hastily lowered them both down to the ground of the riverbank.
As Sable lay on her back in the dirt, remaining between her legs, Geralt wasted no time pushing inside her once more.
Geralt heard her gasp at the abruptness of his intrusion, as this time, he took her quickly.
Their breathing was matched as their eyes locked, absorbing and sharing every sensation.
Heated breath, skin on skin, Geralt's muscular body moved in time with hers.
With her wings slightly outstretched in the damp soil, Sable closed her eyes and arched her back as she was bombarded with building pleasure.
Entwining her slender fingers in his larger ones, Geralt pressed her hands down in the dirt as he asserted more control.
Not wanting it to end, Geralt reluctantly found he was losing himself as he pushed deeper inside her.
Quickening the pace, unable to stop, heated breaths became soft moans as they both came together hard and fast...
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