You walk into a dark, smoky tavern, and you immediately feel his presence. In the corner, by the crackling hearth, sits a figure with a sword on his back. Your face is covered with scars, and your eyes, sparkling yellow, seem to see right through you. The witcher. He raises the cup to his lips, barely glancing at you, but that short glance is enough to understand that this man knows more about death than many people do about life.
Lilith orders a mug of ale from the barmaid and slowly and smoothly approaches the witcher. She sips from her mug and puts her hand on his shoulder and says with a note of concern and anxiety, masking it with a slight smile, "I need your help, Witcher. Don't worry, I'll pay you handsomely."
He turns his head slowly to face her, one eyebrow raised in curiosity and skepticism. "Oh? And why would you need my help, Lady Lilith?" His voice is rough, like gravel scratching against leather. "What kind of service can you possibly offer that's worth my time?" He takes another sip from his ale, staring at her with unblinking yellow eyes.
"And how do I know I can trust you?" he continues. "For all I know, this could be some sort of trap." The corner of his mouth twitches in a bitter smile as he watches the young succubus, waiting for her reply.
Lilith sits down on a chair opposite him and quickly looked around the tavern and said seriously and calmly, "Someone has appeared in my house. I haven't slept for a week and my spells don't work." Taking a short pause, she adds, "I do not know what it is, I have not encountered this before. If you refuse me, I will understand," and looks expectantly at the witcher with his purple eyes.
He smirks, shaking his head. "Very well, Lady Lilith." He pauses for a moment, considering her offer. "You'll have to pay in advance, of course. Ten gold pieces up front, and fifty more once the job is done. And," he adds with a warning glance, "if I manage to banish whatever it is that's been plaguing your dreams, you're bound by contract to give me my pick of anything else in your estate." His voice hardens as he speaks, revealing his disdain for such terms.
Still, a job is a job, and Geralt of Rivia needs the coin. "Now," he says, setting aside his mug, "tell me more about this creature that haunts your dreams."
Lilith takes out a leather bag with gold coins from her pocket and puts it in front of the witcher with the words "this is an advance. The rest will be when you're done. and I sincerely hope that you will do it." Lilith takes a sip of ale and says tiredly and calmly, "The creature strangles me at night and does not let me sleep." Lilith slightly pushes back the neckerchief, which hides the claw marks and bruises on her pale neck.
"Very well," Geralt mutters, pocketing the coin. "We'll need more information before we go charging in blind. What does it look like? Does it speak? Any idea where it came from?" His eyes narrow as he studies Lilith, searching for any hint of duplicity in her words. He's no fool, and he won't be taken advantage of so easily.
"And," he continues with a hint of suspicion, "if your houseguest is responsible for the marks on your neck... why hasn't anyone else noticed? Surely someone would have said something by now."
Lilith glares at him icily and growls, "Damn it, are you a witcher or a detective?" After a while, Lilith adds more calmly, "I haven't seen what it looks like and I don't have any witnesses because I live alone."
Geralt raises an eyebrow, unimpressed by her temper. "I'm just asking questions," he says gruffly. "It's my job to know what I'm getting myself into." He takes another sip from his ale, considering. "Fine. I'll help you, but be warned: once we find this creature, it's likely going to try and defend itself. And if it's as powerful as you seem to suggest..." he trails off with a shrug.
"We should leave tonight," he says finally. "The sooner we deal with this, the better." He stands up from his seat, drawing his sword in one fluid motion. The blade hums eagerly, hungry for blood and battle. Geralt's face is grim as he awaits her reply.
Lilith looks at the Witcher for a long time and says, "follow me." Lilith leaves the tavern, leaving a tip on the table. Lilith slowly makes her way down a dark alley towards her house. Lilith's house is very different from other houses, it is painted black and there are countless blooming flowers growing around it. When they reach the door of the house, Lilith looks closely at Gerald and whispers, "I need to do something else."
Geralt narrows his eyes as he studies the succubus, suspicion evident in every line of his body. "What do you mean 'do something else'?" he growls. "I'm here to help you deal with whatever's been plaguing your dreams, not provide you with some kind of cover." He glances around the alleyway, wary and ready for any threat that might materialize.
"Either we handle this together," he continues, "or I leave right now and forget everything about it. It's your choice." The sword in his hand trembles slightly with barely contained fury, a testament to the weariness he feels from dealing with such games and tricks.
Lilith rolls her eyes at his outburst of anger and with a wave of her hand casts a spell that will help Gerald not get hurt. Lilith looks at him wearily and says, "you need to be calmer sometimes."
Geralt's expression darkens even further at her words. "Pardon me, milady," he says coldly, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "for not being as composed and level-headed as you seem to expect. Perhaps I should just leave now." He takes a step back, sheathing his sword once more.
"But since you've seen fit to cast that spell upon me," he continues, his voice steadying somewhat, "perhaps it's best if we continue this discussion inside. If there is indeed something else you need help with, let's get it out in the open now." He pauses for a moment, then adds with a warning glance, "And keep your tricks and games to yourself. I have no patience for them tonight."
Lilith does not react to his words and grumbles. she takes hold of the door handle with trembling hands and, looking at Gerald with a look full of anxiety and hope, whispers, "take care of yourself. I just don't know anyone better to help me deal with this." Lilith resolutely enters the house and removes the silver sword from the wall, which she inherited from her father.
Geralt narrows his eyes as he watches Lilith disappear inside her home. "Fine," he growls to himself. "But if you're playing me for a fool, succubus... I will make sure you regret it." The witcher steps forward, grasping the doorknob and pushing the door open with a creak. He pauses at the threshold, taking in his surroundings quickly before entering the house and closing the door behind him. "All right," he says softly. "Where do we start?"
Lilith looks absently towards her bedroom, considering a plan. as a result, she turns to the witcher and, approaching him, whispers in his ear, "I can create the illusion that my double is asleep. At this time, we can sit in ambush and wait for this damn entity to show itself," she pulls away to hear his approval or, conversely, indignation.
Geralt listens carefully to her plan and raises an eyebrow. "It might work," he admits grudgingly, "but it's risky. What if whoever-or whatever-we're dealing with sees through the illusion?" He pauses, considering. "Better than nothing, I suppose. We should move quickly and quietly; if we make enough noise, it might become suspicious."
With a nod toward Lilith's bedroom, he continues: "Lead the way, Lady Lilith." His sword remains at his side, ready for any threat that might arise during their stalking mission.
Lilith slowly walks into her room and begins to draw symbols in the air with her hands, concentrating all her energy. Lilith's double appears on the bed, completely indistinguishable from her. Lilith turns to Gerald and says, "I'm hiding under the bed, so my energy will come as if from an illusion. What are you going to do?"
Geralt nods slowly in understanding. "I'll take position near the door," he says quietly, "and wait for whatever it is to make its move." He pauses a moment, glancing at Lilith under the bed before continuing. "Just don't do anything foolish or suspicious while I'm gone. If you give me reason to suspect that this isn't real..." He trails off with a grim smile.
Silently, he slips out of the room and takes up position near the doorway, his senses on high alert as he listens for any sign of movement or danger. His sword rests easily in his hand, poised for action should it become necessary.
Lilith nods and whispers, "I understand." It's several hours before anything happens. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blows through the room, lifting the curtains and causing Lilith to lose her concentration momentarily. The illusion fades as quickly as it appeared. She hurriedly scampers out from under the bed, sword in hand.
Geralt curses under his breath as he senses the wind through the room and sees Lilith's illusion shatter. He draws his sword, readying himself for whatever might be lurking in the shadows now that their cover is blown. "Stay back," he warns her, his voice harsh with warning. "Let me handle this." His yellow eyes scan the room, searching for any sign of movement or danger.
"Show yourself!" he roars, unsheathing his blade and advancing toward the center of the room. "I know you're here! Come out and face me like a man... or whatever you are!"
The words echo through the room as a shadowy figure emerges from the corner. It's humanoid in shape but with glowing red eyes and razor-sharp claws. Its muscles ripple under its black, leathery skin. As it advances toward Lilith, she feels a chill down her spine and knows that this being is much more powerful than what she's used to dealing with.
Geralt tenses as the creature emerges from the shadows, his eyes locked on it like a hawk on its prey. "Stand down, Lilith," he growls through gritted teeth. "This isn't our fight." The witcher readies his sword, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The creature pauses for a moment, apparently taken aback by the witcher's presence and defiance.
Lilith looks at the monster's eyeballs and tries to run around to the side, but she can't do anything. She starts to panic and screams
"Herald! I can't move! What's going on!" she tries helplessly to move with all her strength, but feels as if a spell has been cast on her.
Geralt ignores Lilith's screams as he focuses on the creature before him. He feints a thrust toward its chest, then swiftly jumps back out of reach as it attempts to counter. With a savage grin on his face, he launches himself forward once more, this time aiming for its neck. His sword slashes through the air with deadly precision, tearing into the creature's flesh as it screams in agony. Blood sprays across the room, painting the walls a vivid crimson as the monster collapses to the ground, finally defeated.
"Lilith!" Geralt calls out, turning toward her, sword still raised. "You can move now." He approaches her carefully, watching for any sign that she might be under some sort of spell or control. When he's close enough, he extends a hand to help her up. "Are you alright
Lilith is trembling and not even crying in horror. She looks at Gerald with wide-open eyes and stammers, "thank you." Lilith slowly bends over the monster's figure and bitterly whispers, "I know him," which makes her heart ache more and worries her even more than before.
Geralt watches Lilith warily, unsure what to make of her reaction. "You know it?" he asks carefully, not taking his eyes off the succubus. "What is its name? How do you know each other?" His expression hardens as he speaks, prepared for any answer she might give.
"And," he adds darkly, "be warned: if this creature was after your life, or somehow related to that mark on your neck... things may not be as simple as we thought." The witcher's voice grows colder as he speaks, his body tensing for a fight should the need arise.
Lilith goes to her desk and takes out a cigarette holder, she nervously takes a deep drag and whispers, setting fire to the monster's body with a lighter, "if you're really interested in knowing, I'll tell you" she lets out a thin stream of smoke and watches the burning body with an empty expression.
Geralt eyes the burning corpse suspiciously as Lilith speaks, his sword still at the ready. "Very well," he says quietly. "Tell me what you know, and why this creature was after you." He takes a step closer to her, careful not to make any sudden movements that might provoke an attack. "But first, let's get rid of the evidence. I doubt anyone will be happy to find this on your property."
Lilith waves her hand and the charred remains of the monsterthey disappear into thin air without a trace. Lilith turns to face the witcher and, taking a deep drag, calmly and tiredly says, "I was given the task to steal the soul of a boy, the son of King Vilen. I refused to do it and defied the devil with it." She looks away, feeling the bitterness on her tongue.
Geralt raises an eyebrow at her confession. "And what made you think stealing a soul would be any different from what you do every night?" he asks bluntly. He glances around the room, searching for any hint of deception or double-cross in her words.
"I'm no priest," he continues with a sigh, "but meddling with such things can have far-reaching consequences. The devil doesn't take defiance lightly." His yellow eyes bore into hers, demanding truth from the succubus.
Lilith indignantly opens her mouth and growls, "you don't know me, witcher! Do you think I enjoyed doing this?"tears begin to gather in the corners of her eyes, which she does not know about. Lilith slowly walks over to her desk and takes out a bag of gold coins from a drawer, more than the Herald requested. She hands him the bag and says calmly and tiredly, "Here, you did a great job, I do not know what I would do. There's a little more than you asked for."
Geralt's expression softens a little at her words, but he does not completely lose his vigilance.
"I'm really sorry.",
He says hoarsely, taking the bag of gold from her.
"But that doesn't change what you did. Stealing a soul is not an easy task, Lilith."
He hesitates for a moment before speaking again.
"Perhaps I can help you find another way out of this mess."
he suggests cautiously.
"But first you must be sure that the devil will not send any more of his servants after you."
His eyes scan the room, looking for any signs of danger or betrayal.
"What do you want me to do?"
"What is it?" he finally asks, sheathing his sword and turning to her. The air between them is tense with unspoken words and possibilities, each waiting for what the other will say next.
Lilith looks away wearily and whispers, "Nothing. thank you very much. You've done your job." Lilith gestures around her room and says, "Take what you like."
"Very well," Geralt says gruffly, pausing to consider her request. "But only what I truly desire. I won't take anything just because it catches my eye." He studies Lilith for a moment before continuing. "I want you to tell me more about this world of yours, Lilith. The creatures you encounter... the bargains you make. It could prove useful knowledge in my line of work."
He waits for her response, his sword still sheathed at his side.
Lilith looks at him with a look full of pain and despair and reluctantly says, "For a long time I served the devil, my creator, until he ordered me to do what I could not. He banished me from his lair for disobedience." Lilith pauses and whispers, "I can't harm people, I don't want to keep doing this. All I want is a quiet life."
Geralt listens intently to Lilith's story, a mix of compassion and curiosity in his eyes. "I understand," he says gently. "No one deserves to be trapped in such a cycle, forced against their will." He pauses, weighing his words carefully before continuing. "If you truly want to find peace... if there's any way I can help you break free from this life... I will do whatever it takes."
His expression hardens as he speaks, steel entering his voice despite the softness of his tone. The room feels charged with possibility and danger, a thread that tugs at Geralt's gut instinct. He doesn't yet know what course of action to take, but he knows that it will be difficult. Very difficult.
Lilith looks at him incredulously and whispers with a note of irritation, "I don't have anything else to pay you, Gerald. Just leave me alone," Lilith turns away and sits down at her desk, resting her head on it, resting her horns on the table.
Geralt stiffens at her words, the tenderness in his expression replaced by anger and frustration. He takes a step toward her, voice low and threatening. "Don't you dare play me for a fool, succubus," he says through gritted teeth. "You know damn well I can't just leave this alone."
His hand tightens on the hilt of his sword, ready to draw it at any moment. The room feels impossibly tense, electric with the threat of violence. Lilith's dismissive tone has thrown him off balance, stirring up feelings he thought he had long ago buried. He must tread carefully now, lest things spin out of control entirely.
Lilith looks at him with contempt and slight fear as she whispers,
"Then what do you want. Since when are witchers interested in the problems of cursed succubi?"
She stands up slowly, the anger in her eyes reflecting his own.
Geralt growls in frustration, not at all pleased by her tone. "I'm not just some mindless tool, succubus," he snaps. "I have my own reasons for being here." He paces across the room, trying to calm his anger and regain control of the situation.
Finally, he turns back to her. "What if I told you there was a way for us to help each other?" he asks softly, his expression thoughtful. "A way out for both of us." He studies her face carefully, searching for any hint of agreement or fear. "Would you listen to me?"
Lilith takes a deep breath to calm her emotions and says calmly and confidently, "you're only here because I asked you for help and paid for it." After a short pause, she says, "what do you want, witcher?"
Geralt narrows his eyes at Lilith's words but doesn't let it rattle him. Instead, he takes a step closer, lowering his voice to nearly a whisper. "What I want," he begins carefully, "is to help you break free from this cycle." He glances around the room again, making sure they are alone before continuing. "I know of a way for us to do it... but it won't be easy, and we'll need each other's help along the way."
He pauses, waiting for her reaction. Her expression gives nothing away, so he decides to continue. "If you trust me enough," he says slowly, "I can lead you to someone who can undo the mark upon your neck, freeing you from the devil's control once and for all." His gaze locks onto hers, searching for any sign of hope or fear in her eyes.
Lilith looks at him with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity and says with a slight smile, baring her cute fangs, "I'll trust you if you tell me why you want to do this." She looks expectantly at the witcher, trying to count at least some emotion on his face, but she can't do anything. This infuriates Lilith and confuses her at the same time, and she looks away in embarrassment.
Geralt's expression hardens slightly at her question but doesn't waver from his determination to see this through. "Because," he says firmly, each word deliberate and clear, "it's the right thing to do." He pauses for a moment before continuing. "And perhaps... there is some redemption to be found in helping someone like you." His voice softens as he speaks, hinting at something deeper beneath his surface.
He takes another step closer, reaching out and taking one of Lilith's hands in his own. "Do you trust me enough to take this chance?" he asks earnestly. "To free yourself from the life you've been living for so long?"
His grip on her hand tightens slightly, conveying both strength and vulnerability in equal measure. The power dynamic between them shifts once more as their fates become inextricably ent
Lilith wants to pull away and pull her hand away, but something prevents her from doing so. fear or curiosity? or maybe it's just the hopelessness of the situation? She looks at the witcher and, unable to find the right words, slowly nods her head. She still does not understand why the witcher decided to help her in such a difficult task and what price he will demand in return.
Geralt nods grimly and squeezes her hand reassuringly before letting go. "Good," he says quietly, looking her in the eye. "Then trust me one more time, Lilith. There is a way out of this... but it will not be easy." He pauses, considering his next words carefully. "First, we must find someone named Dettlaff. He holds the key to your freedom."
With that said, Geralt steps back and straightens his posture, his expression once again hardening into one of determination. It's clear that he expects her to follow him on this new quest; the question is whether or not Lilith will have the courage to do so.
Lilith carefully takes a step back and asks, arching an eyebrow,
"and where do we look for this Detlaff?"
Before looking away, Lilith notices a bleeding wound on the witcher's leg, which he probably received during the battle with the archdemon. Lilith slowly sinks to the floor in front of him and whispers, pointing to his wound, looking up at the witcher , "Will you let me?"
Geralt looks down at the wound on his leg with a mixture of annoyance and resignation. He knows it won't heal properly if left unattended, but he isn't exactly in a position to turn away help from someone who might soon be an ally. "Very well," he grunts, making room for Lilith beside him. "See what you can do."
Lilith closes her eyes and, gently stroking his leg, begins to whisper a spell. The wound slowly begins to heal, leaving behind only a little blood and a small scar. Lilith opens her eyes, a little confused, and reluctantly removes her hands from the witcher's leg. She smiles slightly and asks quite seriously, trying to hide her confusion , "So how do we find this Detlaff?" She tries not to make eye contact with the witcher, looking around her room as if she is seeing it for the first time.
"You truly don't know who he is?" Geralt asks with a raised eyebrow. Lilith shrugs sheepishly in reply. "He's the Lord of the Coast, ruler of one of the great human empires to the south." The witcher stands up and begins to pace around the room again, deep in thought.
"To find him, we must first travel to the city of Verden. It won't be easy, but once there... well, I have a contact who may be able to help us locate him." He pauses, looking at Lilith intently. "Are you ready for this journey, succubus? Because from here on out, there's no turning back."
Lilith lights a cigarette and silently begins to pack her necessary things into a bag. She feels the doubts in her heart begin to be replaced by a semblance of hope. Lilith comes closer to the witcher and says calmly and confidently, "I'm ready."
Geralt nods grimly and gestures for Lilith to follow him out of the room. "Then let's be off, succubus," he growls as he strides toward the door. "We've got a long journey ahead of us." As they exit her lair, the witcher pauses and looks at his surroundings one last time before setting off toward Verden, determined to see this through no matter the cost.
The air outside is cold and crisp, signaling the start of winter. It's a harsh reminder that they must move quickly if they hope to find Dettlaff and put an end to Lilith's curse before it's too late. Geralt keeps up a brisk pace as he leads the way through the city, weaving through crowds of people who go about their daily lives oblivious to the impending danger that stalks them.
Lilith hurries to keep up with the witcher's pace, her breath escaping in small clouds as she exhales cigarette smoke. She warily looks back at the people passing by them, hoping that they don't attract too much unwanted attention. Lilith throws on a cape with a hood to hide her horns. She glances sideways at the witcher and feels his strength and determination, not understanding his motives.
Geralt glances at Lilith out of the corner of his eye, noting her attempt to conceal herself. He nods slightly in approval but does not comment on it. Instead, he continues to focus on their surroundings, carefully avoiding any potential ambushes or trouble that might beset them on their journey.
As they reach the outskirts of town, Geralt's pace slows somewhat as he searches for a safe place to rest for the night. The air grows colder still, and snow begins to fall, dusting the ground and making travel even more treacherous. After several minutes of searching, the witcher spots what appears to be an abandoned barn tucked away among the trees. He motions for Lilith to follow him as he approaches it cautiously.
Lilith follows the witcher, occasionally looking back. Her skin was frozen, despite the fire inside her stomach. When they enter an abandoned barn, Lilith begins to examine the situation. approaching the old stove, Lilith lights a flame in it with a wave of her hand and sits down next to it to keep warm.
Geralt surveys the barn with a critical eye before nodding in satisfaction. He spreads out his bedroll near Lilith's makeshift fire and sits down, pulling his sword from its sheath to clean it. The steel glows brightly in the dim light of the fire as he works, but his focus remains on the task at hand rather than any potential threats that might come upon them during the night. The witcher occasionally glances at Lilith, wondering why he decided to help this woman in the first place. His gaze involuntarily lingers on her cheeks, on which the blush from the stove has begun to form. she looks so calm and detached at the same time, and the witcher is damn interested to know what else there is in this Succubus besides her hard fate.
Lilith starts rummaging in her purse, ignoring the witcher's gaze. Lilith tucks a strand behind her ear and takes out some food from her bag and begins to place it on a shabby table. Lilith pours strong ale into two mugs she found and, with a slight grin, hands it to the witcher with the words "that's all there is," she gestures to the table and sits down opposite.
Geralt takes the mug gratefully, swirling the ale around before taking a sip. The liquor warms his insides and brings him a measure of comfort in the cold barn. He glances up at Lilith as she sits across from him and nods appreciatively. "You didn't have to do that," he says, gesturing toward the food.
"Perhaps not," she replies with a shrug. "But we'll need our strength if we hope to find what we're looking for." The words hang in the air between them, hinting at an unspoken understanding of their situation and its dangers. Despite this, Geralt finds himself unable to tear his gaze away from hers. There is something about Lilith that he can't quite put his finger on...
Lilith sips her ale and says with a note of irritation, "you could just say thank you." Lilith looks away and whispers uncertainly, "I'm sorry... simply...I guess I'm just tired." Lilith looks at the fire in the oven, thinking about something. Her whole life now lies in the hands of a witcher who volunteered to help her and she doesn't know how to feel about it.
Geralt considers her words carefully before responding. "You don't have anything to be sorry for," he says gently. "I understand how you must feel... trapped, uncertain." He pauses, taking another sip of ale before continuing. "Perhaps our journey together will help you find some peace." His gaze meets hers once more, filled with an empathy she hadn't expected to find in the hardened face of a witcher. Geralt's gaze slides to her mouth as she takes a sip from her mug, wondering what it would be like to taste those lips, to feel them wrap around him in a kiss...
Lilith takes another sip of ale, purring as warmth begins to spread through her body, and whispers, casting a quick glance at the witcher,
"I hope so too."
She realizes that it's probably too early to thank, she still wears the devil's mark around her neck, but a tiny hope still lives in her heart. She feels Gerald's gaze on her and starts to blush a little, but blames it on the ale in her blood.
"I hope so too," he says quietly, his voice barely audible above the crackle of the fire. His gaze wanders back to her lips for a moment before looking away, clearing his throat as he tries to focus on something else. "Tell me more about yourself, Lilith," he asks carefully, tilting his head slightly in acknowledgement that they're both skirting around the subject of their shared situation. "Before all this... what did you enjoy doing?"
Lilith grins darkly, trying not to show her indignation and dull pain, and says with a sultry smile, "I never liked doing this. It wasn't my choice." After taking another sip of ale, Lilith continues, "I don't know what I like and what I don't. I'm just used to following orders and haven't seen another life since I was born." She pauses and puts on a polite smile.
"I see," Geralt says thoughtfully, carefully considering her words. He takes another sip of ale and sets the mug down on the table before turning to face her fully. "Perhaps once we've freed you from this curse, you might find something else that brings you happiness." His expression is stern but sympathetic as he holds her gaze. "I'm not just doing this for my own sake, Lilith," he says quietly, "but because I truly want to help you rediscover who you are... and what it means to live freely."
Lilith giggles nervously, trying to hide her embarrassment, and after taking another sip, whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.,
"Thank you..."
She feels even more control coming from the witcher, which irritates and excites her in equal measure for unknown reasons. She looks away, fidgeting nervously in her chair. The power the witcher possesses intoxicates her more than any ale, no matter how much she wants to deny it.
Geralt watches her reaction with interest, unable to deny the effect he seems to have on her. "It's nothing," he says gruffly, trying to play it off as if it were no big deal. "But I mean what I say, Lilith." He pauses for a moment, his eyes boring into hers. "I want you to find your freedom, and I won't stop until you do." The witcher's gaze reluctantly lingers on her lips and the curves of her neck against his will. He feels warmth begin to spread through the bottom of his stomach and his penis begins to harden against all common sense. He reaches out his hand and gently strokes Lilith's cheek, watching her expression with dancing amusement in his yellow eyes.
Lilith flinches slightly at his touch and the unexpected change in his mood. Her heart starts beating faster and she whispers with doubt and misunderstanding, "Why are you doing this? I... I mean, all of this?" Lilith falls silent, not knowing how to chat the right words. his touch continues to unsettle her.
Geralt studies her face carefully before answering,
"I can't deny that part of me is curious about what kind of person you are behind all this... But mostly I do it because I want to see the look on your father's face when he realizes what I've done."
The mention of Lucifer takes her by surprise and she frowns.
"He's been manipulating people for too long," Geralt continues, his voice getting firmer
"and now that you're almost free of him..."
His hand wraps around her face, gently stroking her cheek while his thumb touches her lower lip. The touch ignites a fire deep inside him, and he feels himself getting more aroused every moment.
"I want you to have a chance to live your life."
Lilith wants to pull away, but she can't do it for unknown reasons. She looks at him with indignation and indignantly whispers,
"Are you completely crazy? Are you trying to defy my father and become invisible?"
She catches her breath from mixed emotions when the witcher runs a rough finger over Lilith's tender swollen lips.
Geralt chuckles darkly and leans in closer to Lilith. His breath fans her cheek as he whispers, "Don't underestimate me." There's a glint of humor in his yellow eyes, but there's also an undeniable determination there. His grip on her face grows slightly tighter, almost possessive, but there's no malice behind it. Quite the opposite: for some reason he can't explain even to himself, Geralt finds he genuinely wants what's best for Lilith.
With each passing moment, their proximity only seems to heighten the tension between them. The air crackles with anticipation as they stare deeply into each other's eyes, searching for some sign of what might come next. But right now, all Geralt can focus on is the feel of her skin beneath his fingers and the taste of her sweet breath on his lips
Lilith looks at him with wide-open eyes and confusedly whispers, "I am... I don't really understand what you're talking about." Lilith feels like a small animal trapped and she doesn't know what she should do in this situation. The determination in the witcher's gaze and his touch are alarming even for such an experienced succubus as Lilith. She knows that she should be grateful to him for helping her, but she also feels that their union can change at any moment.
Geralt's hand slides down to cup Lilith's cheek before tracing a delicate line along her jaw and down her neck, his touch sending waves of warmth through her body. The determination in his gaze only grows stronger as he studies her face intently, searching for some hint of what she's truly feeling.
"Trust me," he whispers, the words barely audible above the crackle of the fire. "I know what I'm doing." His thumb brushes gently across one of her nipples through her thin shirt and draws a soft moan from deep within her chest. "Just let go... and see where it leads us."
Lilith swallows hard and nods slowly. With trembling fingers she unbuttons her blouse revealing her bare chest to the witcher. Her eyes stay locked on his, afraid of what might happen next but also feeling an excitement that makes her heart race faster. The air between them grows even thicker with tension as they await whatever comes next.
Geralt's eyes are drawn irresistibly to Lilith's exposed flesh as she bares her chest before him, his pupils dilating further in response. He dips his head, taking one rosy nipple between his teeth and gently tugging on it. Her body arches involuntarily into the touch as he teases the sensitive bud with his tongue and lips. With one hand still cupping her cheek, he slides the other lower down her belly, pushing her skirt upwards to expose more of her warm, smooth skin. The heat emanating from her core threatens to consume him in an instant.
"That's it," he murmurs against her skin. "Let go... and let me show you how good it can feel."
Lilith feels a wave of desire running through her like a forest fire. Lilith's fingers tangle in the witcher's hair as she reaches out and kisses him gently and fervently. Her hands selflessly stretch his armor and shirt, wanting to feel even more of his naked skin. She gently strokes his bare muscular torso with her nails, sending a sweet shiver through his body.
Geralt moans into Lilith's lips when she touches him, her hands burning on his skin. He feels the steel links of his armor heat up under her nails, and succumbs to the pleasure that permeates him, surrenders to the desire that has been building in him since their first meeting. He pulls back slightly from the kiss, gazing intently into Lilith's eyes as he tucks a lock of hair behind her ear.
"It's an amazing feeling.",
He whispers hoarsely, running his thumb over the soft flesh just above her collarbone.
"But we should move this to a more convenient location."
Without giving her time to object, he scoops her up in his arms and lays her on the hay neatly stacked in the corner of the barn. The Witcher pulls back to see how beautiful she looks and leans on top of her with a satisfied grin, caressing her body with his hands.
Lilith gasps and arches her back when the witcher touches her like this. Her whole body tingles with pleasure, igniting every nerve. She moans his name as he kisses her, their tongues dancing and fighting for dominance. Her fingers run over his chest, playing with his nipples, before sliding lower to grope his cock. Lilith's eyes widen sharply, she pulls back a little and, stuttering, whispers,
"What's the joke, Gerald? It won't enter me! It's physically impossible!"
She looks at Gerald's huge cock between their bodies again and nervously swallows, while her desire begins to give way to panic.
Geralt looks at her in surprise for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Oh ho," he says between gasps, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. "You really don't know what you're missing, do you?" He cups her face gently, brushing her hair away from her forehead. "The curse doesn't make your body impervious to pleasure... only immortal."
With that, he rolls onto his back, taking Lilith with him. Their bodies entwined, he guides her over him, feeling the heat of her sex pressed against his cock. With a groan, he thrusts upwards, pushing into her tight channel with enough force to send shockwaves through both of them. His hands grip her hips as he begins to move in earnest, their bodies sliding against each other in a sensual rhythm that drives them both wild.