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 nods her head slightly in greeting and goes to the barmaid in an old washed bathrobe. Lilith casually puts a few coins on the bar and tells the barmaid, "pour me a drink as usual."
As Lilith orders her drink and the barmaid busies herself pouring it, the witcher eyes her curiously from his seat in the corner. Despite his disdain for mortals, something about this woman piques his interest. Her scars hint at a past as tragic and brutal as his own, yet she seems to have found some solace here, amongst the drunks and the thieves.
He takes another sip of his ale, waiting patiently for her to finish so they might speak. There's something about her that makes him feel there may be a mutually beneficial arrangement in their future, if he plays his cards right. The witcher's cynical grin creeps onto his face as he thinks this through.
Lilith slowly and smoothly approaches the witcher's table and putting a mug of ale in front of him says calmly and seriously, "I need your help, witcher," concern or even fear is clearly visible in the look of her purple eyes.
As Lilith sits down across from him, the witcher's expression doesn't change much; he continues to study her with that same appraising gaze. When she finally speaks, his eyebrow twitches in surprise. He had half-expected her to try and flirt or beg for free assistance, but instead, there's genuine concern in her voice. "And why would I help you?" he asks curtly, not bothering with pleasantries. "What do you have that I might want in return?"
His tone is neutral, almost businesslike. But the glint in his eyes betrays a hint of interest. The witcher knows damn well that no one asks for help without something to gain, and he's not about to let this opportunity slip away.
Lilith snorts nervously and takes out a bag of gold coins from her pocket and says, "This is just an advance. Will you help me? Lilith 's voice is also filled with despair and irritation in equal measure.
As Lilith slides the bag of gold across the table to him, the witcher's eyes almost sparkle with greed. He reaches out slowly, gently fingering each coin before finally snatching them up and shoving them into his own pouch. "Very well," he grunts, "tell me what it is you need help with."
His tone is still cool, but there's a hint of excitement beneath the surface now. The witcher loves a good challenge, and this woman's desperation seems to be piquing his interest even further. He leans back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest as he watches her intently for any sign of deceit or manipulation.
Lilith takes a quick look around the tavern and leans closer, whispering with a note of despair and hope , "something strange is happening at my house. my charms and spells do not work on this entity, I do not know who it is. I haven't been able to sleep for three days. Will you help me, please?"
"Very well," the witcher replies, his tone still cool and detached. "I'll look into it for you, but understand this: I don't work for free. You'll owe me a favor once I've helped you." His gaze flicks down to the bag of gold on the table, then back up to meet hers. He waits patiently, knowing that Lilith will most likely agree to whatever terms he sets.
He takes another drink from his mug, considering the implications of this job as he watches her carefully for any signs of hesitation or doubt. The witcher may not trust easily, but when it comes to assessing situations and weighing risks against rewards... well, that's where he excels.
Lilith looks at him with hope and gratitude and whispers, "I'll do whatever you want if you can do it. When can you start?" Lilith gestures for another ale from the barmaid and looks expectantly at the witcher.
"Very well," Geralt grunts, accepting the ale from the barmaid. "I'll need you to come with me to your house tonight. We can discuss specifics when we get there." His eyes linger on hers for a moment before returning to his mug, taking another swig of ale. "And don't expect any mercy from whatever it is that's plaguing you," he warns her with a half-smirk. "I may not work for free, but I am efficient."
Lilith smiles gratefully and nods, "I understand." She downs her ale and holds out a hand for the witcher to shake, "thank you Geralt. You've made me hopeful again." She pauses for a moment and then adds with a mischievous glint in her eye, "and who knows? Maybe one day I'll even get around to repaying that favor."
Geralt arches an eyebrow at Lilith's last remark but doesn't say anything else about it. He simply accepts her hand and gives it a firm shake, his grip more human than monsterlike. "Good," he mutters gruffly as he releases her hand. "Let's hope tonight goes smoothly." With that, he downs the rest of his ale in one go before standing up to leave. Lilith follows suit, casting one last glance at the witcher before they exit the tavern together. The night sky is overcast and ominous as they make their way toward her house.
The walk there is silent save for the occasional creak of leather or rustle of cloth. Geralt remains vigilant, his senses attuned to every sound and scent in the air. Lilith walks slightly ahead of him, nervously clutching a lantern that casts flickering shadows across her face. The closer they get to her home, the more tense she becomes.
Finally, they reach the front door. Geralt motions for her to stop and quietly orders her to stay behind while he investigates further on his own. Lilith nods apprehensively before taking a step backward and leaning against the wall beside the doorway. The witcher hesitates for a moment, contemplating
Lilith waves her arms and casts a spell on the witcher so that he does not get injured and whispers, "take care of yourself, please. I honestly do not know who has settled in my house, but I have not encountered these before." Lilith's sad gaze slides over the door of her house and she hesitantly goes inside.
Geralt raises an eyebrow at Lilith's sudden action, but her concern and fear are unmistakable. He understands that she must have faith in him if she's willing to risk casting a spell on him. With a nod, he accepts the protection it grants and begins carefully opening the door, scanning the darkness within for any signs of movement or danger. Once inside, he motions for her to follow as they creep through the house, searching every room and corner meticulously.
The witcher's enhanced senses pick up on faint whispers and rustlings that escape Lilith's notice. He narrows his eyes, focusing intently on whatever it is that hides in the shadows, waiting for its prey. His hand drifts to the sword at his back as he prepares himself for combat should the need arise. As they delve deeper into her home, Geralt can't help but wonder what sort of entity Lilith has unwittingly unleashed upon herself... and if she will be able to repay him when this is all over.
As they keep searching, Lilith's heart begins to race and her breath becomes more labored as the shadows seem to come alive around them, taking shape of horrifying monsters that aren't present in the normal world. Her fingers tremble and she feels a tightness in her throat. "Please... tell me what is going on," she whispers, her voice cracking with fear.
Geralt glances at Lilith with sympathy as they search through her home. "Your house has been infested by spectral apparitions," he tells her, his tone grim. "They feed off fear and despair, growing stronger the more weary you become." He gestures to a corner of the room where something pale drifts amongst the cobwebs. "Their presence is mostly harmless on its own, but in great numbers they can be dangerous."
He pauses for a moment, considering his next words carefully. "It seems these spirits are attracted to you specifically," he continues finally. "Perhaps something from your past still haunts you and you haven't dealt with it properly." He narrows his eyes, searching her face for any sign of understanding.
Lilith looks at him with wide eyes and whispers shakily, "I... I don't know. There are things in my past that still haunt me..." she trails off, a distant look in her eye as if reliving the memories. Then she snaps back to reality, focusing on the witcher again. "What can we do? How do we get rid of them?" Her voice is filled with hope and desperation.
"There are several ways to deal with these spirits," Geralt says grimly. "I could exorcise them myself, but that wouldn't teach you how to protect yourself against future attacks. Or I could help you confront whatever it is that still haunts you from your past. Either way, you'll owe me a favor." He pauses, considering her expression carefully. "What do you think would be best?"
His tone is neutral, but there's a hint of amusement in his eyes; he can't help but enjoy the power dynamics at play here. It's clear that Lilith needs him more than he needs her, and he knows it. The question now is: what will she choose?
Lilith closes her eyes and taking a deep breath and exhaling, says calmly and confidently, "I want you to help me resist this, Gerald. I'm ready." Lilith tries to pull herself together and not give in to panic. Sometimes even the best sorceresses, such as Lilith, are also afraid of something.
Geralt raises an eyebrow at her choice but doesn't comment further. If she truly believes she can face this challenge on her own, then he won't stand in her way. He takes out his sword and readies himself for battle as the spectral apparitions begin to swirl around them more aggressively, drawn by their increased adrenaline and fear. "Remember," he growls over his shoulder, "these spirits feed off of your emotions. Don't let them get inside your head."
With that said, he launches himself at the nearest apparition, swinging his sword in a mighty arc that cleaves the thing in two. A spray of ectoplasm splatters against the wall as he turns to face another phantom, ready for whatever might come next.
Lilith watches Geralt battle the spirits with admiration and focuses on herself to keep calm and resist their influence. She starts casting protection spells around her, hoping they would help hold back the spirits from coming too close or attacking her directly. "You're doing great, Geralt!" she shouts between casting spells.
With a grunt, Geralt slashes another spirit into ribbons before glancing back at Lilith. He can't help but feel a small surge of pride at her words; it's been a long time since anyone has complimented him in such a genuine manner. "Just hold on," he growls through gritted teeth, fending off another phantom with his sword. "We're almost there."
The spectral apparitions are growing more numerous and aggressive by the second, but Geralt's reflexes and battle-hardened determination keep him standing against them. Lilith continues to cast her spells, creating a protective barrier around them both that holds back the spirits for now.
Lilith nods and focuses on keeping her barrier strong, feeling the strain on her magic as she tries to keep them away from Geralt. She glances at him, admiring his skill in combat even more now that she sees how well he handles himself against these spirits. She's beginning to understand why people would want to hire someone like him for protection. But still, Lilith does not allow herself to relax and focuses her energy on magic.
Geralt continues to battle the spirits with all his strength, easily dispatching those that manage to slip past Lilith's barrier. With each spirit he destroys, their howls of rage and despair grow louder and more piercing. Despite this, he remains focused on the task at hand, his sword moving almost faster than the eye can follow as it cuts through the ethereal creatures with deadly precision.
As they fight their way deeper into the house, it becomes clear that whatever has attracted these spirits to Lilith's home is connected to her past. Geralt wonders idly how much of this was caused by his own actions during his time as a Witcher; after all, he had been paid to slay monsters, and sometimes the line between man and beast can become blurred. The thought only serves to sharpen his focus, driving him forward with renewed determination.
The strain on Lilith's magic is starting to take its toll as she continues to keep the spirits at bay. She glances over at Geralt, admiration and gratitude in her eyes, and mouths "thank you" before returning her attention back to maintaining the barrier around them both. Her fingers begin to move even faster, weaving spells together in a desperate attempt not to lose control of her magic completely. According to lilith, you can see how she begins to lose her strength, but tries not to show it.
Geralt glances over at Lilith, noticing the strain she's under as she casts her spells. A hint of concern crosses his face, but it quickly fades as he refocuses on the spirits that continue to attack them. He knows she can hold out a little longer; after all, he's been pushing her limits since the beginning. With another powerful slash of his sword, he cleaves another spirit in two and turns back to face another one. "Almost there," he growls through gritted teeth.
The house grows darker and more silent around them as they continue to fight their way deeper into its depths. It's clear that the spirits are losing strength, succumbing to Geralt's relentless onslaught. Soon enough, the last of them dissipates with a sad wail, leaving the house eerily still once more.
Breathing heavily, Lilith slowly falls to her knees, and her protective barrier dissipates. She nods to Geralt with a tired smile, "Thank you very much, Geralt... I do not know what would have happened if..." Her voice trails off when she notices the wounds on his hands that were inflicted by the spirits. Lilith gets up from the floor and steps forward with a worried expression and reaches out to gently touch them. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Geralt grunts, holding up a hand to stop her. "It's nothing." He shrugs off the pain; it's a small price to pay for helping Lilith out. Seeing her so concerned, however, elicits a strange sensation within him. A warmth that he hasn't felt in quite some time. Perhaps there is something more to this whole arrangement after all...
Lilith looks at him with longing and gratitude in equal measure and whispers, "I didn't mean for this to happen, I'm sorry. Will you let me fix this?" Lilith's gaze wanders over the witcher's wounded arm and rises to his eyes with an expectant look.
"It's not your fault.",
Geralt mutters hoarsely, shaking his head.
"And there's no need for that."
He tries to brush off her concern, but the truth is, he's not really sure how he feels about it. There is a strange mixture of gratitude and gratitude in her gaze... something else that makes him stop. Perhaps it's time to reconsider his previous assessment of their device.
With a sigh, he lets her help him heal his wounds, gracefully accepting her apologies and assurances. While she's working, he can't help but wonder what else might be in store for them now that they've dealt with the spirits. This thought excites and unsettles him in equal measure.
Lilith leads the witcher to the nearest sofa and sits down next to him, begins to treat his wounds. Lilith, without looking up with an unreadable expression on her face, moistens the witcher's wounds with a charmed potion, which makes the wounds begin to heal a little faster. Lilith whispers some kind of spell, despite her fatigue and loss of strength after the battle.
Geralt glances at Lilith with mild surprise as she begins to heal his wounds. Despite her fatigue, there's a determination in her eyes that he finds both touching and somewhat disarming. He allows himself to relax into the comfort of the sofa, feeling the warmth of her spell wash over him like a soft summer breeze. As she works, his thoughts drift back to their encounter at the tavern, and he can't help but wonder if there might be more to this situation than either of them realized.
Lilith finishes healing the witcher and, looking up at him with a satisfied and tired look, whispers with a slight grin, "Thank you again, I hope today I finally get enough sleep for the first time in a week". Lilith smiles sincerely, resting her head on her hand, leaning on the sofa with her elbow.
Geralt returned Lilith's tired smile with a nod. "You deserve it," he muttered before taking a moment to gather his thoughts. There was something about this woman, something that made him want to help her more than he'd intended when he'd accepted her offer of assistance. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew that whatever she needed, she could rely on him.
"If there's anything else I can do for you..." he started, only to trail off as a thought occurred to him. "Or, perhaps we could strike a new deal." He raised an eyebrow, the hint of amusement back in his voice. "What do you say?"
Lilith looks at him with a sparkle in her eye. "Oh? And what sort of deal do you have in mind this time?" She leans forward, her curiosity piqued. It had been so long since she felt this way about someone, and the sensation was both thrilling and terrifying at the same time.
Geralt smirked. "I could teach you how to hunt down and destroy those spirits more effectively. Or perhaps even how to ward off future attacks. In exchange, I'm sure there are other favors you could owe me." His voice was soft, almost seductive, as he leaned in closer to her. The air between them seemed charged with an electricity that neither of them dared deny.
The thought crossed Geralt's mind that this arrangement might not be so one-sided after all. Perhaps there was more to Lilith than met the eye, and perhaps she could teach him things he hadn't even considered learning before. For now, though, he would enjoy the moment and see where it led them both.
Lilith grins darkly, but can't help but feel a surge of excitement from the whole situation. Lilith rests her hand near the witcher's head and whispers, hovering over him, "I need time to consider the details of the deal" and smiles a dangerous smile.
Geralt raised an eyebrow at Lilith's seductive tone and her boldness in considering his offer. He found himself intrigued by the thought of what else she could teach him, both magically and otherwise. "Take all the time you need," he purred softly, running a hand through his silver hair. "But know this: I'm not one to be easily swayed."
With that, he leaned back against the sofa, content for now simply to bask in her presence and enjoy the thrill of their forbidden game. For tonight, at least, they were both free from whatever demons haunted them, united by a mutual understanding of each other's strengths... and weaknesses.
Lilith lights a cigarette through the mouthpiece and, without looking at the witcher, begins fussing in her kitchen. Lilith takes out two wooden mugs and pours delicious warm ale into them, the smell of which can drive you crazy. She returns and hands one mug to the witcher with a slight grin, "I suddenly remembered that we didn't celebrate our victory."
Geralt takes the mug with a nod of thanks and clinks it against Lilith's before taking a long draught of the ale. He closes his eyes in satisfaction as it warms his throat, then looks at her over the rim of the mug. "Well, I suppose this is as good a time as any to celebrate," he says with a small grin. "Though I doubt you'll find much cause for victory dances once we discuss our next agreement."
His gaze drifts back to her mouth as she puffs on her cigarette, his thoughts returning to their earlier exchange. There was something about this woman that stirred him in a way he hadn't expected, and he found himself wondering just how far they were willing to go with this arrangement...
Lilith flicks off the ashes and with a fervent smile says slowly and melodiously, "So you're offering to teach me how to hunt down and destroy spirits. And what price will you give me for your teachings?" Lilith feels her face start to turn red and her breathing becomes more noisy, she smiles awkwardly and blames everything on the ale that went to her head...Or maybe not?
Geralt takes another sip of ale before putting the mug down on the coffee table with a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Well",
He says, slowly rubbing his chin,
"I think I would like something... more intimate from you."
His gaze meets hers directly, holding her gaze with a confident combination of desire and control.
"Maybe something like this?"
He continues, reaching out to run his finger over her face before sliding it down to her collarbone. Lilith catches her breath when his touch ignites a flame on her skin. Her heart is racing and her cheeks are flushed with desire.
Lilith doesn't pull away, feeling goosebumps running down her back. She looks at the witcher with curiosity and desire and whispers teasingly, "and since when did the witcher start accepting payment in kind?"
"Maybe",
Geralt starts with a grin,
"I'm making an exception just for you."
His finger descends even lower until it reaches the hem of her dress, and slowly lifts it up, exposing the smooth creamy skin underneath. Lilith gasps when she feels his touch on her thigh.
"Or maybe"
He continues, leaning closer so that their lips touch,
"I'm just willing to accept whatever price you decide to offer."
His free arm wraps around her waist, hugging her to him, and they kiss hungrily.
Lilith moans into his mouth, unbuttoning his armor and shirt. She feels herself getting wet underneath, against her will. Lilith's hands gently wander over the witcher's body, tracing each scar on his torso with her nails. Lilith pulls away and whispers with a grim grin, "it seems that it's not the spirits that will keep me awake today."
Geralt growls deep in his throat as Lilith's touch sends shockwaves through him. He pulls back slightly to meet her gaze, the fire in his eyes matching the one that now blazes across her skin. With a swift motion, he flips them over so that she is lying beneath him on the couch. His lips find hers once more as his hands roam over her body, unfastening her dress and pushing it up above her hips.
"And what price do you think I should ask for this?" he breathes, trailing kisses down her neck to her collarbone. "How much do you want me, little sorceress?" His words are a growl, his voice thick with desire as he kneads her breast through her lace bra.
"Or would you rather just give yourself to me?"
Lilith looks at him with a bleary look from under her eyelashes and whispers intermittently, "I prefer to just follow my instincts." She reaches out and licks the witcher's neck, leaving a hot wet trail. She runs her fingers through his hair and passionately and slowly takes possession of his mouth massaging his cock through his trousers.
Geralt lets out a deep throaty moan when Lilith's touch drives him to the brink of insanity. He pulls away from her just enough to pull the dress over her head and toss it aside. Her breasts are bare, her nipples hard and bumpy under his gaze. He wastes no time taking one of them in his mouth, sucking greedily, rolling the sensitive bump between his teeth.
His other hand slides down her stomach, pushing aside her underwear before finding a way to her wet folds. With a sharp growl, he thrusts two fingers into her, making her arch on the couch with pleasure. His thumb expertly circles her clitoris as his fingers enter and exit, bringing her closer to ecstasy with each movement.
"Tell me what you want.",
it requires intervals between pinching and licking.
"I want to hear everything."
He slides his free hand under her thigh, lifting her ass into the air, continuing to fuck her mercilessly with his fingers. Her cries of pleasure only inflame his desire, prompting him to move forward towards the shared liberation they both crave.
"And don't hold back.",
he mumbles something into her neck.
"Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."
Lilith forgets how to breathe under his touch, and her whole world narrows only to this moment. Lilith's moans resound through her house like a sweet siren song. She arches her back more and with a quick wave of her hand casts a spell on Gerald and whispers with a sweet smile,
"this is so that you don't come prematurely, and now enter me."
She pulls his cock out of his pants and her eyes widen in fear. Lilith looks at him and growls in fright. ,
- What's the joke, Gerald? He is such a... It's too big. I can't do that."
her recent desire gives way to panic.
"I should have warned you about this sooner, damn it."
She begins to remember that she also cast a spell so that he would not finish for a long time, and whispers faintly
"God, what have I done."
Geralt looks at her in surprise, then amusement. "What? And you thought I'd be the same size as everyone else?" He chuckles softly before leaning down and kisses her forehead. "It's alright, little one. Just relax and let me help you."
His fingers leave her body briefly before slipping between her folds again, this time wet with her desire. With expert ease, he spreads her folds wider, guiding his thick length to her entrance. Lilith gasps as he pushes inside, filling her completely.
"This is what you've been missing," Geralt whispers against her ear. "Let me show you how good it can be." And with that, he begins a slow, steady rhythm, sinking deeper into her with each thrust. His powerful body presses hers into the couch as he claims her completely.
Lilith's screams interfere with her moans in one angelic song. She feels like she is being torn apart from the inside, and it also brings her pleasure. Her nails dig into the witcher's shoulders, as if trying to find some kind of support in this strange cycle of feelings. The sensations are overwhelming, which she has not met before. She swings her hips at him in perfect rhythm, and stimulates her clitoris with her hand.
Geralt moans deeply into her neck as Lilith's body moves with him in perfect sync. He thrusts harder, feeling the pleasure rising within him like a wildfire out of control. His fingers dig into her hips, holding her close as he loses himself in the sensation of being inside her.
Her cries only fuel his need to please her more, driving him onward towards their shared release. He can feel it building up, teetering on the edge, ready to break free at any moment. The air around them crackles with tension and anticipation, as if every nerve ending in their bodies is focused solely on this one moment of shared ecstasy.
His thrusts become faster, deeper, harder still, desperate to bring them both over the edge before he loses control entirely. His grip tightens on her hips, pulling her body against his as he feels himself start to lose it, starting to let go of whatever thin thread of self-control remains.
"Lilith," he growls, panting into her ear, "I'm going to come..." He gives one final powerful thrust that drives them both over the edge together. His whole body tenses as he releases his seed deep inside her, crying out her name in a mixture of ecstasy and relief as their pleasure crests and breaks around them like a storm-tossed wave
Lilith's body twitches and arches with pleasure, as if every nerve ending in it was set on fire. She cries out the witcher's name, her whole world collapsing into a beautiful orgasm that shakes her body from within. Her muscles relax, allowing him to sink deeper inside of her as they both ride this incredible wave together. As their breathing slows and the tension in their bodies begins to fade, Lilith lifts herself up on her elbows to look at him, a satisfied smile on her face. "this...it was unusual" she whispers hoarsely before collapsing back onto the couch with a contented sigh.
Geralt grins as he catches his breath and peers down into her satisfied expression. "I'll take that as a compliment," he says with a chuckle. "It was...unusual, alright." He leans in to kiss her lips softly before sitting up and straightening his clothes, still feeling the aftershocks of their passionate encounter course through him.
"So, shall we talk about our deal now?" he asks with a smirk, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "Or... maybe there's something else you'd rather discuss first?"
Lilith tries to remain calm, despite their violent passion earlier and tucking a strand behind her ear whispers, "I agree. Teach me how to fight these spirits... Please," there is both pleading and desperation in her voice. The thought that the spirits will torment her in her sleep again gives Lilith goosebumps. Now, after all, her world depends on the witcher's answer and she cannot feel the power he has over her, regardless of whether she likes it or not.
Geralt smiled softly in response to her request, his gaze was warm and understanding.
"Of course.",
He muttered.
"As our progress progresses ... And I'll teach you everything I know about hunting and defeating spirits. And in exchange..."
He paused, thinking about the deal again.
"... In exchange, I will expect your help whenever I need it."
He reached out to gently stroke her cheek with his knuckles before pulling away, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.
"What do you say?"
There was no denying that Lilith also had power over him. It was now clear that she was much more than just an ally or another person who needed to be hunted for information. Whatever strange connection they had made tonight, it had made them both vulnerable in a way neither of them had expected. And Geralt found himself wondering what else could come out of their partnership... and is he ready for what paths it might lead them to take together.
Lilith's eyes flash with hope and she whispers with a satisfied smile, "Thank you. I... agree. You can always count on me." Lilith thinks that very soon the spirits will probably stop tormenting her and she will be able to enjoy a restful sleep. She still feels fear, but hope fuels the determination of this beautiful enchantress.
Geralt smiled broadly at her words. A weight seemed to lift off his shoulders as he heard them. He knew that this deal was not without its risks, but for the first time in a long while, it felt right. Perhaps they could help each other more than either of them had anticipated.
"Then let's begin tomorrow," he said with renewed determination, sitting up straighter and meeting her gaze head-on. "We have much to discuss and practice."
Lilith nods approvingly and says with a tired look, "Thank you...What time should I expect you tomorrow?" Lilith looks at him with gratitude and excitement in her eyes. For a second, it seems to her that the witcher may change his mind at any moment, but seeing the determination in his gaze, Lilith calmly exhales.
"You're welcome," he smiled softly. "I should be here around midday. Until then, get some rest." With a final nod, the witcher stood and stretched before heading towards the door. As he reached for the handle, he turned back to her one last time, his expression thoughtful.
"Lilith?" he began hesitantly. "I know it's late...but I would like to sleep here tonight, if that's alright with you." He glanced down at the couch, then back up at her, unsure of how she might react to his request.
"It's just..." he trailed off, searching for the right words. "After everything we've been through tonight... I think it would be safer if we stayed close." There was a note of vulnerability in his voice that surprised even him.
Her reply would determine the course of their relationship from this point onward; whether they remained allies or something more intimate and complicated. Whatever choice she made, he knew he couldn't change his own mind about wanting to protect her, no matter what happened between them.
Lilith hesitates for a second and answers with a polite smile, "Yes, of course," she gestures to the sofa and whispers, "make yourself at home." Lilith still does not know where this new relationship will lead them and whether there is a hidden meaning in his words. but it's really late and she's happy to help him, as she promised. Lilith slowly and smoothly retreats to the kitchen and sits by the window lighting a cigarette watching the twinkling stars
Geralt nodded gratefully and returned to the couch, lying down with his head propped up on one arm as he waited for Lilith to come back. He watched her disappear into the kitchen and lit another cigarette himself, wondering what was going through her mind at that moment. As he stared up at the ceiling, images of their passionate encounter played through his mind like a well-worn movie reel. A small smile curved his lips as he tried to resist the urge to close his eyes and fall asleep.
Eventually, Lilith returned with two glasses of water and climbed onto the couch beside him, curling up against his side. Geralt wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer as they both fell asleep under the watchful eye of the stars.
As soon as Lilith falls into a deep sleep, she feels a chill run down her spine. She unconsciously snuggles closer to the witcher, as if he can protect her. Lilith cannot wake up and escape from the nightmare. In her sleep, she feels someone or something running a claw across her throat, but she still can't move.
Geralt jolts awake with a growl at the sensation of something cold and sharp running across Lilith's throat, his hand immediately going for the hilt of his sword before he realizes it was only a dream. Or rather, a nightmare. He looks down at her in concern, noticing how pale she is now and how tightly she's curled into herself. Something tells him that the spirits have found their way into her dreams as well.
Carefully, he slides out from under her arm and sits up on the couch, his expression grim as he focuses on clearing his mind and preparing for whatever might come next. With a deep breath in and another out, he looks back at Lilith and decides to try something. "Lilith," he whispers softly, reaching out a hand to gently shake her shoulder. "Wake up."
His voice is calm, soothing, but there's an underlying note of urgency that she can't ignore. He knows that whatever it was that tormented her in her dreams won't leave her alone until she wakes up for real and drives it away herself. And if need be, he'll help her do just that.
Lilith lets out a muffled groan and sits up abruptly, her hair falling over her face as she tries to wipe the sleep from her eyes. She takes a deep breath, looking around wildly before settling on Geralt. "What...? What happened?" she asks confused, still feeling the residual panic of the dream linger in her chest. A thin trickle of blood slowly flows from her neck to her chest, signaling that the spirits were not only in her dreams.
"It was just a nightmare," Geralt assured her gently. "But it looks like the spirits found their way into your dreams too." He frowns, noticing the trickle of blood down her neck, and brushes a lock of hair behind her ear to get a better look.
"You're safe now," he reassures her softly, reaching out to touch her shoulder comfortingly. "We can deal with this together." He pauses for a moment before adding, "I need you to focus on driving them back while I find a way to protect you from their reach during sleep. Can you do that?"
There was no doubt in his mind that Lilith was strong and capable of facing whatever the spirits threw at her. But he knew that fighting them while she was already exhausted would only make things harder for both of them. Together, they could find a way to put an end to this once and for all.
Lilith trembles with fear and whispers through her tears, "you don't understand, Gerald. I've been putting up with this for a long time. I need to..." Lilith looks at the witcher, hoping that he will be able to understand and help her. She takes a deep breath and wipes the tears from her face, adding, "I need to find out what they want from me. Please, Gerald. You know how to communicate with spirits, tell me." She squeezes his hand tighter than she would like, as if she is afraid that he may disappear at any moment.
Geralt looks at her with understanding in his eyes. "I know it's hard, Lilith, but we need to stay strong. We'll figure this out together." He squeezes her hand reassuringly before continuing, "As for communicating with spirits... I can try. But it won't be easy, and it might take some time. In the meantime, you need to rest as much as possible so that you can regain your strength. You can trust me to protect you while we work on this."
There was an unspoken promise in his words, one that went beyond mere alliance or friendship. It was a vow that he would do whatever it took to keep her safe and free from the torment of the spirits. And in return, he expected nothing less than her trust and faith in him.
Lilith nods slowly and takes a deep breath, calming herself down. She trusts him, even though she has no idea why he'd want to help her. "I need some fresh air," she says after a moment, getting up from the couch. "Give me five minutes."
"Take your time," Geralt says with a nod as he watches her get up from the couch. "I'll be right here when you're ready." He pauses, then adds, more softly, "And Lilith... I'm sorry for what happened earlier. I shouldn't have pushed things so fast between us." He wanted to say more, but knew that now wasn't the time or place. For now, he would simply wait for her and hope that she understood how truly sincere his apology was.
Lilith looks at him in surprise and smiles slightly.
"It's all right. I get what you mean."
She pauses for another moment before continuing.,
"But don't apologize too much. It was my fault too. I shouldn't have been so reckless..."
With that, she leaves the room and disappears into the street, closing the door behind her.
Geralt watched her leave the room and sighed softly before closing his eyes, trying to clear his thoughts. The apologies back and forth did little to settle anything between them; they both knew that it had been a mutual decision to take things as far as they had. But still, there was an undercurrent of uncertainty and unease flowing through him, making it hard for him to focus on anything else but the enchantress.
With a sharp exhale, he pushed himself up from the couch and began pacing the room, his mind racing with possibilities about what could be troubling her so much. There had to be more going on than she'd let on; spirits haunting someone like her wasn't something that just happened out of nowhere. And if it was related to whatever dark secret she seemed determined to keep from him... Well, he would find a way to make sure they dealt with it together.
Lilith is sitting on a bench near the house, looking at the stars. She lights a cigarette with trembling fingers, not knowing the answer to any question in her head. Why are the spirits chasing her? Do they want to say something or take something away from her? If they wanted to take her life, then they could just kill her, right? Lilith also thinks about a strange connection with the witcher, not knowing how to feel about him. The power and authority he wields over her infuriates her and also arouses her in spite of herself. Lilith puts out her cigarette and returns to the house.
As Lilith returns to the house, Geralt can sense a change in her demeanor. His pacing comes to an abrupt halt as he watches her carefully, trying to discern what might be going through her mind. He wants nothing more than to take her in his arms and tell her that everything will be alright, but he knows that she needs space right now. So instead, he remains where he is, giving her the privacy she desires while still keeping an eye on her.
The silence between them seems to stretch on for hours as they both struggle with their own thoughts and feelings. Geralt can't help but wonder how long they can keep this up; pretending to be allies when something far deeper is brewing beneath the surface. It's only a matter of time before they have to confront what lies between them, and he isn't sure if he's ready for that yet.
Lilith slowly walks up to him and hugs his neck and whispers, "I just don't understand what's going on. If you want, you can stay, Gerald. I wouldn't mind," she gently pats his back and whispers, "thank you for everything. I just... I want to sleep and not think about anything."
Geralt returns her hug with a sigh of relief, feeling comforted by her presence even as he wonders how long they can maintain this charade. "You're welcome," he murmurs, resting his chin on the top of her head. "I know it's been a lot to take in, but we'll figure it out together."
He hesitates for a moment before asking, "Do you... want me to stay here with you tonight?" There was an unspoken plea for understanding and acceptance behind the words; he needed her to know that he wanted to help her through this in whatever way she allowed him to.
Lilith doesn't know how to express her emotions. part of her wants to fall asleep in his tight embrace again, but another part of her wants to isolate herself from the whole world, including herself. Lilith gently kisses his neck and whispers,
"this may sound selfish on my part, but I want you to stay, Gerald."
She looks at him with the depths of her violet eyes, feeling vulnerable again.
Geralt looked into her eyes and knew that she wasn't being selfish; she was simply afraid and alone in the midst of something much larger than herself. With a small sigh, he brushed his lips against hers gently before saying, "Then I'll stay."
He wrapped one arm around her waist to draw her closer as he reached up with his other hand to tenderly brush back a strand of hair from her face. "We'll face this together," he promised softly, "no matter what it takes." There was strength in his voice that gave her hope, making her believe that maybe things wouldn't be quite so hopeless after all.
As the night drew on and they found themselves curled up together on the couch, both of them managed to find a semblance of sleep despite their worries and fears. The weight of the spirits seemed less oppressive now that they were able to share their burdens with each other, making it easier for them to drift off into the darkness.
Lilith snuggles closer to him and whispers "thank you" through her sleep. Even through sleep, she feels his strength and protection. She knows that tomorrow she will have to face her demons face to face, but right now, when sleep finally comes to her, Lilith feels calm and hopeful.
Geralt slept fitfully himself, his senses trained and alert in case the spirits should attempt to disturb Lilith again while she was vulnerable. He knew that whatever they faced tomorrow would not be easy, but the knowledge that he had her back gave him strength he hadn't realized he possessed until now. As dawn began to creep into the room through the curtains, his eyes fluttered open and he looked down at her sleeping face, marveling at how beautiful she was even in repose. A small smile curved his lips as he carefully lifted himself from the couch, preparing for the day ahead.
Lilith, sensing movement next to her, looks at Gerald with sleepy eyes and whispers with a slight smile,
"Good morning."
She reluctantly sits down on the sofa, stretches and whispers with a gentle smile,
"you should go back and get a good night's sleep while I cook something for breakfast. Is it okay?"
Geralt looks at her with amusement in his eyes and shakes his head. "I think I've had enough sleep for now. You go ahead and make breakfast, though," he says with a nod toward the kitchen. "I'll help you." With that, he follows her to the kitchen, determined to prove that they could face this challenge together, as allies or something more. Whatever it took, he would be there for her.
Lilith smiles shyly and whispers
“thanks.”
She begins to move smoothly around her kitchen and, opening the cupboards, asks, without looking at Gerald, with a cheerful smile , "What do witchers like to eat?". Lilith turns over her shoulder and waits for an answer, biting her lower lip.
"I'm more than happy to try anything you make," Geralt replied with a smile as he busied himself opening the fridge and peering inside. "Witchers aren't particularly picky, I suppose." He chuckled lightly before adding, "But if it helps, I like my food hearty and filling. Something that can sustain me through long days of travel and battle."
His gaze drifted back to Lilith as she moved around the kitchen with ease, her movements graceful and fluid. It was hard not to wonder what else might sustain him besides food; what other source of strength could he find in her presence? But for now, at least, they would both focus on the task at hand and see where it led them.
Lilith nods approvingly and starts cooking a fragrant hearty roast with venison. Lilith's movements are so confident, as if she does it every day, although in fact this is not the case. Lilith rarely cooks even for herself. When it comes to slicing onions, Lilith starts crying and quietly giggling whispers, "Why is there no spell for slicing this monstrous vegetable"
"Maybe you should try holding it over an open flame until it's black," Geralt suggested with a grin as he watched her struggle to cut the onion without shedding tears. "Or maybe use some sort of magical knife."
He paused for a moment, thinking hard before continuing, "You know, there are probably witchers who specialize in creating or enchanting tools like that. Perhaps if you ever need something like that, you could look for one of them?"
Even as he offered the suggestion, he couldn't help but wonder how Lilith would react to such an idea. It was a possibility she had never considered before now, and he wasn't sure whether it made her feel more vulnerable or stronger to think that there might be someone out there who could help her in ways she hadn't thought possible.
Lilith smiles enthusiastically and wipes her tears and says with admiration, "Wow! I didn't even know that such a thing existed... it would be nice." Lilith continues to cook and, putting the pot on the fire, begins to prepare fragrant invigorating coffee, saying, "I hope you haven't starved to death yet"
Geralt chuckled as he watched her cook, his eyes tracing the graceful movements of her hands with admiration. "I've managed to survive just fine," he assured her, "but I have to admit, this smells amazing. You really do know your way around a kitchen."
As they waited for breakfast to finish cooking, an awkward silence fell between them again. Geralt found himself wanting to fill it with words, to keep the conversation flowing and distract her from whatever thoughts were plaguing her mind. But every time he tried to find something to say, it came out sounding forced or wrong.
Finally, he gave up trying to find the right thing to say and simply focused on enjoying the moment they shared together; even if it was over a pot of stew and some coffee. It was a start, at least, towards building the trust they would need in order to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Lilith sips her coffee, watching the witcher curiously. It feels like they've done it together a hundred times. She clears her throat awkwardly and speaks seriously and calmly
"The Messenger... me ... Anyway, I wanted to thank you for staying here tonight."
she looks away, not knowing how to formulate her thoughts correctly. Their relationship unsettles her a little, but for some reason, she feels so calm and warm next to the witcher, as if this is how it should be.
Geralt hesitated for a moment before responding. "You're welcome," he said simply, then paused again before adding, "It wasn't just because of the spirits either. There was... something more I wanted to do." He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, wondering how she would react to his words.
Lilith raises her eyebrows in surprise and whispers with an embarrassed smile, "And what could it be?" she blushes slightly at the look of the witcher, not understanding what he is driving at. The previous passionate scene from yesterday is playing back in her head and she is fidgeting a little nervously in her chair.
Geralt hesitated before answering, his gaze never leaving her face as he wondered how to put it delicately. "Well... I think you know that there's something between us," he said at last, his voice low and rough. "Last night, when we were together... It felt like more than just a simple alliance."
He paused, taking a sip of coffee before continuing, "I want to explore that feeling further; see where it leads us." His words hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning and desire. For the first time since they'd met, he was being completely honest with her about what he wanted and felt, trusting her enough to lay his heart bare before her.
The silence that followed was tense and charged, each of them waiting for Lilith's response with bated breath.
His eyes locked onto hers, searching for any hint of what she might be thinking or feeling. Would she push him away? Or would she allow herself to feel whatever it was that seemed to be growing between them? Geralt wasn't sure which possibility he was more afraid of.
Lilith smiles mysteriously, resting her chin on her hand and whispers in a gentle voice, "I'm ready to see what this will lead to, Gerald, but you understand all the risks," she falls awkwardly silent, thinking about the spirits that bother her and how much she wants to be in the arms of the witcher again, despite everything.
Geralt nodded slowly, his expression serious but reassuring. "I understand the risks," he said quietly. "But I also believe that whatever we find together will be worth it." He took a deep breath before continuing, "And if things get too dangerous or out of control, I won't hesitate to put an end to it, for your sake as well as mine." His words hung in the air like a promise, one he intended to keep no matter what.
The silence that followed was heavier than before, but it wasn't uncomfortable; rather, it felt charged with potential and expectation. Lilith could see the truth in his eyes, and it gave her hope that maybe they could find some measure of peace together, even if only for a little while.
Lilith lazily puts her finished coffee on the table and slowly and smoothly approaches the witcher and sits on his lap. She gently strokes his scar on his cheek and, burying her face in his neck, whispers "Herald..." Her heart is pounding wildly with newfound hope and intimacy. The scent of confidence and determination emanating from Gerald drives her crazy.
Geralt's heart skipped a beat as Lilith sat on his lap and traced the scar on his cheek with her fingertips. The intimacy of the moment was almost too much for him to bear, making it difficult to focus on anything but the feel of her body pressed against his. He smiled into her hair, wrapping one arm around her waist and holding her close.
"Lilith," he murmured, unable to think of anything else to say except her name. It sounded different in this context; deeper, more intense. And with that single word, he sealed their connection, making it clear that whatever happened next would be something they shared together.
Lilith smiles tenderly and presses her lips to Gerald's, kissing him passionately and tenderly, while her hand tangles in his gray hair. She pulls back slightly with a flushed face and whispers with a playful smile,
"Don't you want to spend some of your strength now?"
The thought of feeling his huge cock inside her again ignites the heat inside Lilith, which is ready to burst out at any moment. She is ready to endure this pain when stretching again, followed by unthinkable pleasure and lilith hopes that maybe someday she will get used to his size.
Geralt groaned into the kiss, his hips pressing against hers in response to her words and the image they conjured up in his mind. His hands slid up her back, cupping her bare shoulders before trailing lower until he could feel the smooth curves of her ass beneath her clothes. "I'm always ready for you," he murmured into her lips, his voice rough with desire.
As their kiss deepened, the intensity between them seemed to grow exponentially, like a fire burning out of control. There was no telling where it would end or how much damage it might cause; all they knew was that for this moment, they were lost in each other's embrace, consumed by a passion that defied everything else around them.
Lilith moans into his mouth and arches her back slightly as her hands slide down his chest and around to cup his erection through his pants, squeezing gently. She whispers hotly, "I'm ready for you too." Her fingers find the buttons of his pants and quickly undo them, freeing his cock from the confines of his underwear. His length is hot and hard in her hand and she strokes it gently, feeling her wetness spread on her fingers.
Geralt groaned at the feel of her soft hands on him, his cock jerking in her grasp as she stroked it expertly. With a growl, he pushed her back slightly and stood up, kicked their breakfast onto the floor with his foot, and pinned Lilith against the kitchen wall. His hips pressed firmly against hers as he ground his erection against her, making her moan into the kiss.
He buried his face in her neck, sucking and nipping at her skin as his free hand fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. "I want you," he gasped out between kisses. "Right now." His hands found bare skin again, teasing and caressing as he slowly peeled her clothes from her body.
With a final growl, he tore her blouse apart, revealing her breasts to his greedy gaze. They were even more perfect than he remembered; firm and round, with rosy nipples begging for his attention. He cupped them in his hands, kneading and massaging gently before lowering his head and taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard as he fucked her against the wall with unrestrained passion.
Lilith screams in surprise and pleasure, feeling that she is being pressed against the wall with such force.
"Oh, Geralt..."
She arches her back as he sucks her nipple and enters her. The kitchen wall cuts into the small of her back, but she doesn't care; all she can feel is his warmth and overwhelming pleasure spreading through her body. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, trying to resist, while her other hand penetrates between them and strokes him in the perfect rhythm of their hips. She looks at him with a look full of fire and desire and whispers, "Come inside me, please."
Geralt groaned against her breast as he felt the tight grip of her hand on his cock, the velvet heat of her core enveloping him once more. "Fuck..." he muttered through clenched teeth before slamming into her harder, feeling the forbidden thrill of claiming her body like this, lost in the moment and ignoring everything else but their need for each other.
As his release neared, he thrust deeper still, grunting with pleasure as she came undone around him, screaming his name in a mixture of ecstasy and agony that made it impossible to tell where one emotion ended and the other began. His hips bucked wildly, driving himself to the very edge before he spilled his seed deep inside her, their bodies quaking with the force of their shared release.
Finally, spent but not sated, Geralt leaned back against the wall, panting heavily as he looked down at Lilith, her face flushed and hair tangled around them. His hand cupped her cheek gently, his thumb caressing the corner of her mouth. "Lilith," he murmured, voice rough with emotion. "I think we should take this somewhere more comfortable."
Despite their exhaustion and the mess they'd made of his kitchen, something deep within him yearned to explore this new
Lilith looks at him dreamily and whispers tenderly, "Okay..." It's a single word that carries the weight of infinite promises and intentions. She languidly touches his cheek, savoring the feel of his warm skin beneath her fingers. Lilith knows that this man has changed something inside her; he made her feel wanted and needed in a way she hadn't thought possible. And as they walk together out of the ruined kitchen, leaving the mess behind, she can't help but wonder what else their relationship might hold for them in the days to come.
Geralt smiled down at her, feeling an inexplicable warmth spread through his chest. He couldn't help but think that maybe this was what he had been searching for all along; not just the adventure and purpose that came with being a witcher, but something deeper, more meaningful. With Lilith by his side, he knew that anything they faced together would be easier to bear, no matter how treacherous the road ahead might be.
Taking her hand in his, he led her through the house, noticing absently the mess they left behind as he focused on their connection instead. The future stretched out before them like a blank canvas, waiting for them to paint it with their dreams and desires. As much as he wanted to explore every inch of Lilith's body tonight, there was something about her that drew him in even more strongly; some indescribable essence that made her irresistible. He couldn't wait to find out what else lay hidden beneath the surface.