Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of the witcher. Those are property of Mr Sapkowski and I using Netflix series canon mixed with the books and my twisted version of the lore.

Warnings : Whump. Eroticism, blood and gore. I try to stay not too graphic as always. Especially the sexual parts, as I am not comfortable with that. Swearing and racist comments.

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Note :

The erotic scene makes me nervous as I lost everyone last time, but well Geralt and Yennefer are a hit couple :').

The Djinn - Part 3

Unleashed

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When Geralt regained control, he was in the dark, in a cave of some sort. He tried to move but a piercing noise of metal hurt his ears. He had chains to his wrists and a violent migraine.

- "Welcome back…" Said someone on his left. He turned his head and recognised the elf that helped him in the military camp. He had dry blood and marks on his face, as if he had received some hits.

- "Chireadan ?" He asked, surprised by himself to be able to remember the man's name with this level of a headache.

- "Himself… And are you back to yourself too ?"

- "I guess. What happened ? Where are we ?"

- "We are in an unofficial detention place after you brought chaos to the city."

- "Yennefer… the spell."

- "Yes. Didn't I tell you that was a bad idea ? That you wouldn't resist her."

- "She played it low to get… Jaskier !"

He tried to get up but both the restraints and the migraine brought him back to the ground.

- "She wants the Djinn for herself. She wants Jaskier to formulate his last wish... How long have we been there, and why are you there ? You have nothing to do with what I could have done under the spell."

- "Unfortunately, after you went yesterday, I was afraid that something like this would happen. After my service, I drove back to Rinde, trying to find you. You were already under her spell and bringing havoc in the town center when I got to you. I tried to stop you. But the authorities decided that an elf was guilty by default and they accused me of being your accomplice. They needed ten people to stop you and they almost shot you down. They prefered to beat you for revenge. I guess what is said about witchers healing ability is true then, because we are talking right now. Though, you might experience a terrible headache, with the blows you received during your arrest."

- "I confirm… A terrible headache."

- "Now they are preparing our execution and that would probably not be very pretty. Rinde is a very conservative city of Redania and the throne lets them deal with their affairs the way they want. Last month two gnomes were executed on a dog hunt, like games. They like blood. They hate ours."

- "Hmmm…"

- "I was so proud to have managed to integrate human society well, and be respected in my job without discrimination, even in a country so against my own kind. I was an example for many. Now I am going to die like a pig, just because you crossed my path…"

- "I am sorry."

- "You are not enough… The saddest thing about that is that they would use that to persecute us more. I can already hear them : see we cannot trust non-humans. They are evil and bring chaos. Kill them before they spread. And…" Chireadan looked at the ground, sorrow replacing anger. "I will never see her again…"

- "Who ?"

- "Her."

- "You are in love with Yennefer ?"

- "Aren't you ?"

Geralt was surprised more by the question than by the fact the elf had fallen for the sorceress. He had already deduced that. But wasn't he in love with Yennefer ? In his dreams he could tell. In reality he was attracted to her. But there was fear and suspicion. She used him. Jaskier was in danger. How could love fit in ?

His thoughts were cut by the intervention of a guard entering their detention dungeon cell. This was a brute, Geralt could already tell.

- "So, you animals. I hope you slept well." The man said with an undertone growl. "Your kind is rare, witcher, and this is the first time I am gonna have the pleasure to play with one."

He didn't reply. He knew that was pure provocation. But that didn't please the man that didn't hesitate an instant to hit. With his chains own on Geralt couldn't move well and couldn't escape the rain of fits connecting with his body. Mutant or not, he was still healing from the round he forgot about last night, and this was hard to handle. He soon felt the coppery taste of blood filling his mouth and his ribs protest.

- "Stop ! You are gonna kill him !" Yelled Chireadan.

- "I don't give a shit about hanging a corpse." The guard laughed without even turning toward the physicist.

Geralt opened his mouth and let the surplus of blood drip on the ground between his legs as he tried to find a better position. The man took a knife out of his belt and menaced him.

- "I am gonna throat you like a pig. Do you have any last wish before I end you, monster ?"

- "I wish you explode, blotted by your own stupidity." Growled Geralt, looking at the knife.

Suddenly the wind rose out of nowhere and the dim lights entering their prison seemed to disappear in a dark mist. The Djinn was filling the space and suddenly whirling around the man, panicking. The chaos stormed in the room and the guard began to suffocate. He tried to get out but didn't have the time to pass Chireadan. The ghostly creature entered his body which dilated suddenly under some unknown forces and… exploded.

The elf more than Geralt was covered in gore. But despite the shock, he said what the witcher was realizing suddenly, as on his forearm a new scar appeared next to the one he did when he took the broken amphora near the river.

- "You are the master of the Djinn. Not your friend…"

- "They are both in danger then." He said looking at the remains of the guard. "We need to get out now."

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Geralt didn't restrain himself. He didn't kill anyone but he distributed blows after blows to those who tried to stop them. Chireadan was afraid but he understood quite quickly that he was his only chance of survival.

They stole a car and drove back to the mayor's house. They wouldn't have much time till all the security forces of Rinde would track them down there. He parked near his Roach and ran toward the house above which abnormal dark clouds were accumulating. He could feel an enormous concentration of chaos building up around. The sorceress and the Djinn were probably already fighting.

He dashed to the entrance he found the day before and almost ran into the apple juice man, in more clothes than how he left him.

- "Are they still inside ?" He asked urgently.

- "Who ? I don't know what you are talking about, but if there is still someone here they should leave as soon as possible. The walls are shaking. Who are you ?" The man was confused.

There was a sudden chaos deflagration and the windows shattered. The man screamed and ran away.

The heavy weight settled in Geralt's stomach soon lifted with the sudden apparition of a terrified Jaskier. He couldn't help but smile.

- "Are you ok ?" He asked looking critically at the impressive patches of dry blood from the day before.

- "Geralt ! Oh thanks to the gods, I am gonna live to see another day !"

The sound of his friend's naturally singing voice was suddenly the best thing he ever heard. He took him in a strong embrace, feeling every drop of pure joy it was to see him well and sound. Jaskier was shivering in his arms.

- "What happened ?" He asked as he broke the embrace.

- "I was having a loving dream, implying women. The first one was generous, tender and the second one significantly more terrifying !"

Geralt got that Jaskier was in a semi comatose state half of the day before and plunged into a forced sleep during the night; he was probably a bit confused. And the witcher knew how to navigate an incoherent Jaskier by experience. Precise questions was the key. He had a brain made to give details anyway.

- "What about the second one ? What did she look like ?"

They were moving toward the cars where Chireadan was waiting nervously, while chating.

- "Black hair, devilish purple eyes, painted an amphora on her abdomen. The usual, I guess."

The humor was there to hide the fear, but the young man gave precious informations. Geralt stopped at once.

- "She wants to become the vessel…" He muttered, looking back at the third floor of the mansion.

- "What ? You know this woman ?" Jaskier just needed a second to read his expression. "Of course you know her."

- "This is gonna kill her."

- "Well, let's pray for her, on our way out of town !"

The young man just resumed walking toward the cars but Geralt didn't follow. He went directly to the mansion. He had to find Yennefer and stop her. But Jaskier suddenly rushed toward him and blocked his way, spreading his arms like a barrier. Chireadan came too.

- "Are you crazy ?! Buddy, don't tell me you have fallen for her."

- "She is magnificent, I understand you, sir witcher." Said the elf with a dreamy look, that the gore still covering him made look uncanny.

- "I don't speak about her beauty. Of course she is incredibly beautiful. But she is dangerous !" Jaskier's voice got up, as the fear was taking him back. "Geralt, please, listen to me. Leave her to her inevitable demise."

- "I can't do that. She saved your life."

- "What ?! How does it matter ? She is crazy. She tried to…"

- "You always told me that I had feelings and I always rejected them. Now I know what this is like and I can't ignore them anymore."

- "Nice ! Good ! But, by the gods don't reject reason too. Let's find some nice place and speak about that…"

- "I am not leaving her. As much I couldn't leave you to your inevitable demise…" Jaskier frowned. "I created this situation, I have to make things right."

- "Are you telling me that…"

- "Love is a spectrum, my friend." He offered him a tiny smile.

The singer was shocked by this undoubted love declaration. Geralt knew that things were really different for him but his feelings were there and valid. Jaskier was his best friend, for whom, he was certain now, he could give his life. And Yennefer was the strange mystery that would take his heart forever if it let it grow. Maybe, even if Destiny could go fuck itself, this was the time to listen to the signs. Abandoning Yennefer to that creature was undignified of a witcher and especially for him anyway. He had to intervene.

He pushed Jaskier out of his way and entered the house. He rushed to the room, on the third floor. The chaos energy from the battle between the sorceress and the Djinn was shaking the walls. He heard her screams of pain and his blood ran cold. He forced the door.

The sorceress was kneeling on the ground, disheveled and half naked, her skin glistening with perspiration. The seal symbol over the bed head, was glowing red bright, and menacing to emblaze the wall.

- "What are you doing here, witcher !" She screamed.

- "You have to stop this. The Djinn is gonna kill you. Release it.

- "No !" She roared.

She suddenly arched back in pain. The mark on her abdomen was dripping black paint on her skin. Her belly deformed as the creature inside was trying to get out.

- "Why is it not weakening? That stupid pet of yours gave his final wish." She complained, pushing herself back in a kneeling position.

- "That's because he wasn't the master of the Djinn. I am !"

- "Then what are you waiting for ? Say it !"

- "Release the Djinn ! Don't be foolish ! Whatever you want from its power, this is not worth your life ?"

- "How convenient ! What do you know about my needs ? Why are you trying to command me ? Fine, if you don't want to help, then I will do what I always did. I will fight and I will prevail !"

- "What do you want !?"

- "I want everything !" She screamed at him, sending him flying over the room with one swift movement.

She was so powerful but Geralt knew that she was fighting a lost battle there. He got back on his feet and tried to approach her again but the chaos was intensifying and it was hard to handle, even for him.

The sorceress arched back again and howled in pain as the Djinn pushed again, deforming her body from the inside.

- "You are killing yourself ! That creature will change you !" He needed to scream every word then the storm inside the room was so loud.

- "Every transformation is painful ! I did it once. I will do it again !"

Geralt knew that she was talking about the beauty spell most of the sorceresses were using to fix their appearance. He noticed the signs already, and that was just confirming that she went through a lot to be what she was today. But he understood from the way she was rejecting everything that was coming against her will that things went probably very hard on her. Maybe she was like him or Jaskier. Someone whose choice to exist the way they wanted had been removed and that she was seeking freedom as much as them. That thought printed something powerful in his mind and heart. He felt the attraction to her building up stronger than ever.

His eyes landed on her and she was much more than those perfect curves, she was a beast unleashed, trying to reach something impossible and she was ready to die for it as much as the monster inside of her. She was a dream he couldn't explain and a precious being about to be destroyed. He forced against the storm and made two more steps toward her.

Then, her body moved against all laws of gravity. She began to levitate in front of him. Her long black hair was dancing in the wind that the chaos storm was creating. She was magnificent and terrifying. Geralt was in awe. She opened her eyes - the mark on the wall shined brighter - they were totally red. She was possessed. The Djinn was speaking but her will was coming through. How strong was that woman ?

With a distorted voice she screamed :

- "Make your final wish, my beast ! What do you want ? You could choose not to be a witcher. What do you desire ? Immortality ? Riches ? Fame ? Power ?"

Her dress tore apart, piece by piece, dancing like ghost fragments around her body, as the chaos was beginning to shift violently, ravaging everything around. Geralt wanted to do something gentle. In his mind played every moment Jaskier was there when his mutant nature was showing, holding his hand, singing to him back to normality. He wanted her to feel that. He wanted to be the hand and the voice. He wanted to free her. But for that, she had to live.

He wasn't good at this but for a brief moment, he knew what to say, and in the storm raging he whispered his last wish. The Djinn responded to that immediately. The seal on the wall cracked and Yennefer fell hard on the floor. She gasped and looked back at him.

- "What have you done, witcher ?" She asked in the sudden silence.

He didn't have the time to reply. The Djinn broke free. The sorceress had an incredible reflex. She threw herself at him. He felt the chaos around him as she formed a portal underneath him and they fell through the floors until they met something soft. They were down to the first floor in a room made for feastings and certainly other activities implying being naked.

Despite the soft landing, the three floor fall cut his airways and Yennefer body pressed against some sensitive areas of his, after the beatings he received during the night and the detention. The house shook when the Djinn liberated itself and then the calm descended on them.

Yennefer pushed herself up and looked at him with an angry look.

- "What will happen now that this creature is free ? What havoc will he bring on us ?"

- "None."

- "How can you be so sure ?"

- "Djinns are like every other creature, they don't like to be imprisoned. I bet you would be angry if trapped."

She looked at him quizzically.

- "I had things under control." She said nonetheless.

Geralt smiled sarcastically.

- "That's what I could see."

She studied his face for a second but soon she was smiling too. The situation was ridiculous. Even if it implied deep needs and old traumas on her side, she had the intelligence to see it, despite the pain. He could tell she was finding him amusing. Her look changed to something softer and genuine.

Then, everything was obvious. For both of them. She leaned back to capture his lips. But this wasn't like the day before. He wanted that to happen. He was almost shaking in anticipation. She was tender at first, but as soon as every closed door inside of him was opening toward an experience he knew just once, the passion took over their reason. She almost tore his shirt apart to take his skin. She impatiently removed his belt and freed him from his trousers and pants. He covered her in kisses and caresses while she knew what to do. They joined in a wild union.

She was the tempest, he was the beast. Passionate. Free. Unleashed.

For a brief moment, in this overwhelming ocean of pleasure that was menacing to take him whole, he turned his head, giving her access to his neck, and he saw Jaskier, looking at the window. He had red eyes, as if he had cried, and was looking back at him with a strange expression. But Yennefer's kisses engulfed his last coherent thoughts.

Suddenly chaos vibrated as the sorceress was unleashing her magic to take them somewhere else. The portal materialized itself under him and they traveled through weird places. She wasn't controlling the destination and the strange whirlpool of landscapes and places that streamed around them added to the magical aspect of the experience. In their moving bubble of chaos they became one. He captured her whole. She owned his body and soul. They were free. Free from the limitations of the human world. Free like the monsters they were in the eyes of others but as wonderful as the shining stars in the darkest night for each other. Nobody could stop them. Nobody could be like them.

Geralt felt somehow complete for the first time of his life.

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When he woke up, he was in the forest, in a bed of roots and muss. He was cold as the morning dew was dampening his clothes. He was a bit bedraggled but his pants and trousers were back in place. He sat up, looking around. He was alone. Yennefer had left him. His heart constricted painfully in his chest.

- "Of course, she would not stay." He said to the emptiness.

He looked at his arm where three marks were apparent now. The third wish of the Djinn had a strange effect, he thought.

He stood up and absently rearranged his shirt and hair. He tried to ignore the pain of being abandoned growing back in his chest. He felt stupid because this had nothing to do with the terrifying experience of being left to the witchers as a kid. This was just a woman not wanting him. He never tried to woo anyone but his mutant condition was enough in general to keep people away.

He suddenly felt bad for all the time he minimized Jaskier's pain when he told him he was heartbroken.

Thinking about him, he put his hand in his side pocket to take his phone so he could call him. But he found a folded paper with it. Surprised, he looked at it first. It smelled like Yennefer. His heart jumped in his chest as he read the message.

- "I don't fall for men easily, my beast. You are different from any I have encountered and all those who tried to save me from myself before. Don't try to reach me. I have to return where free wolves don't belong. My world is not made for someone like you but I hope our path will cross again. Yennefer of Vengerberg."

He smiled. This was bittersweet but this was hopeful too. There was a chance for him after all. He never searched for that but this was an experience he was willing to get a shot at. He liked the idea of letting the time and the events do their magic. He wouldn't wait for her. She wouldn't wait for him. This was perfect.

He folded the paper back and put it in his pocket and took a long breath to shake out of him the overwhelming feelings that possessed him for a moment. Then, he looked at his phone. He had a message from his friend.

- "You can come back to the city if you want. The charges against you and Chireadan have been dropped. I explained that this was the actions of a powerful wild Djinn that took over half of the authorities, the sorceress and you. And I said that you got him, in the end. They were hard to convince. Roach is still at the mayor's house. I'll wait for you for a bit but not too long. See you, buddy."

This was an abnormally restrained message from Jaskier. He called him right away.

- "Where are you ?" He asked first.

- "In the city center, in a pub."

Geralt grimaced. He could hear in his friend's voice that he wasn't in a good mood.

- "I am…" He looked around. "Somewhere in a forest. I need to find my position. Please stay in Rinde. I'll get to you."

- "Ok."

The conversation just ended there. Geralt sighed and began to look for a way out.

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Yennefer had left him in the middle of the forest near the city and it took him half of the day to get out. He went directly to the mayor's house to get his pick up back and drove back to the city center. He had to call Jaskier again - which ended up pretty much like the first conversation - to find his precise location. And they got reunited by the end of the afternoon.

Jaskier was in an isolated corner of the pub with a drink at hand hold. He had changed clothes. The residual marks of the Djinn's attack were still visible on his throat. Geralt sat in front of him.

- "Hey."

- "Hey."

He could tell that his friend was brewing but chose to stay silent.

- "I am glad you are ok. This could have turned out very badly." He tried.

- "Yep."

- "Are you gonna make only monosyllabic answers? Because I am not the one at ease with chit-chat. Either way you engage, or I go if you don't want me to be here."

He had no patience for this kind of childish behavior. Jaskier sighed.

- "Ok then. I am sad and scared. If it is what you wanna know."

- "Sad, I think I can guess why but why scared ? The curse has been lifted. You are safe."

- "But you are not."

- "What are you talking about ?"

- "Go to the first point you guessed to get the answer…"

Geralt frowned. He understood the allusion but not why Jaskier was speaking that way. Usually he was the kind of man to say everything out loud. The exception was when it hurt him deeply. Julian's past was the most blatant example. For now, Geralt was thinking about some jealousy over Yennefer. He vaguely remembered his friend's look by the window when he caught them making love. This could be it. But for this kind of pain, Jaskier had a totally different approach. He was vocal in other ways.

He would write many songs with metaphors and multiple readings just so the whole Continent would live his heartbreaks and love stories with him. And behind the curtain he would write many more songs and poems, while crying in the dark. This was not that. Cold anger and mutism. For him to be that cryptic, it meant that the pain was different. But he couldn't understand why.

- "Yennefer isn't a danger to me." He clarified. "And she is not there anyway. But whatever is your opinion on the subject, this is my story, my path."

Jaskier smirked.

- "You are cute, buddy."

- "If you are jealous you can say it ?" The young man didn't reply. His hands were fidgeting with his glass. "I don't have to give you account for the people I choose to sleep with."

- "I know. Just… I have a bad feeling because..."

- "You shouldn't."

- "Well, excuse me, but the fact she tried to kill me for that Djinn should be enough of a warning."

- "She saved your life. She didn't try to kill you. Be grateful that things are good."

Jaskier seemed clearly angry suddenly.

- "She saved my life only because she believed I was the wish owner. You weren't there when she sent me flying over the room, banging on the walls, and put that knife on my throat, threatening to cut it back open if I didn't comply." He mimicked the gesture.

Geralt was pissed off. He had this extraordinary experience with Yennefer. He was finally more open than ever. He had thought that this was something he could share with his friend but this was going to uncomfortable places very fast.

- "You're a dick sometimes, you know... You came to me in the middle of nowhere, drunk as a barrel. You lectured me and stole my Djinn. I saved your life after you fucked it up. She saved your life lifting the curse. I have been beaten and almost executed in return. And you are making strange allusions just so I won't be with her."

Jaskier was strangely calmer than him there.

- "I was a dick. You are right. That happens sometimes when I am in pain. You know that. This is not new. But I guess with all the things that happened that you forgot why I was a dick in the first place."

- "Jaskier… I don't want to play. Speak already."

- "I did. You just don't believe me because you are experiencing your first love blindness, I guess. Secondly. For what it's worth, I did pay back for the fuss. You are here, free, because I covered all the mess for her actions and pushed you as a heros instead. You're not in danger anymore. Neither is Chireadan, by the way. I may be a dick. But I try my best to make things right too."

- "Are you trying to push the fault on me or her ?"

- "No. I am saying that things are always more complicated, especially when it involves feelings."

- "There is nothing complicated now, Jaskier. You were right about me. I do have feelings and they are not the usual kind. The problem is that they are not for you then ?"

- "Buddy. You proved that you loved me yesterday in more that one way. First, saving my very life. I won't forget what you did. And then, you said it, in your own words, before running back to the lion's den. I never thought it was possible. To be fair, I could end my life today and die happy." Jaskier smiled briefly. "But this is not about me. That sorceress…"

- "Yennefer."

- "Yennefer would play with your heart in games you are not prepared to. This may be unintentional, just circumstances. But one thing is certain, she will place herself before you in any case. Whatever happened to her, it made her very dangerous to be with if you are not ready to be hurt by her or to die in her rage. She is as dangerous and unpredictable as a storm."

Geralt could hear his arguments and he was silently applauding his friend's capacity to see people. But this wasn't fair to him.

- "Funny that you said that. I am a monster and I was known to be a mass murderer when we met. You chose to follow me willingly. You know that my life can be dangerous for you and yet you stay. What's different from my choice ?"

- "You are afraid to hurt. She is not."

Jaskier's gray eyes were sharp and piercing. His words had touched a very deep truth in him. Geralt gulp.

- "I might never see her already. She left me in this forest. But she let the door open in a note she gave me. I want to let that door open too. I want to try this path. This is my choice, Jaskier. And that's final."

- "Alright. I respect that. You know how to find me if you need."

The young man searched in his pocket and put money on the table, then stood up.

- "Where are you going ?" Geralt was puzzled.

- "Oxenfurt. The coast."

- "Jaskier…"

- "I know that you don't want me near right now. That's ok. You have a lot to process. So do I. Just remember. I am mortal and I age fast. So if you wanna see me, just try while I still can follow you. I'd love to be on the road with you again some time. Till then… See you, buddy."

He smiled and blinked but Geralt could tell this was all façade. The witcher stayed there, looking at the half empty glass. What just happened ?

I am not entirely satisfied with this chapter. I struggled a lot in some parts that I needed to rewrite several times. I hope this doesn't feel weird.

Also I feel, like a part of my predicate isn't well developed. I will try to build up a bit more the relation that common people have with the "hidden world". What they believe or not.

See you soon.