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 giggles softly and awkwardly pulls away. She carefully holds herself in check, not knowing how to react to the actions of the witcher. Lilith's lips break into an embarrassed smile and she whispers, sipping ale from her mug, "I think you went a little overboard, Herald," she points with her finger at the mug of ale standing in front of him.
Geralt chuckles softly and takes a sip from his mug before setting it down. "Perhaps I did," he admits with a grin, watching her reaction closely. He leans in slightly, their faces only inches apart now, and whispers huskily, "But sometimes you have to go a little overboard if you want things done right." His gaze travels back up to meet hers, his eyes sparkling with desire.
There's an electricity between them now that neither of them can deny, and Geralt knows he must be careful not to lose control completely. Despite this, he can't help but wonder what would happen if he did...
Lilith feels an electric current running through her body when she looks into his yellow eyes. The Witcher does not look like an ordinary person either in appearance or in character. Lilith fidgets nervously in her chair, not understanding how far their relationship can go if she loses control of herself. She smiles innocently, baring her cute fangs, and whispers,
"What do you mean by 'right'?"
Geralt returns her smile with one that could best be described as predatory. He leans even closer, his warm breath caressing her cheek as he speaks. "I mean doing whatever it takes to set you free from this curse... and from your father's grasp." His hand reaches up, gently cupping the side of her face in his strong, callused palm. "And when I say 'right', I mean making sure that neither one of us regrets it later."
His gaze drops to her lips again, and he finds it impossible not to imagine what she would taste like beneath him. The thought is enough to send a surge of desire coursing through his veins. His touch grows bolder, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulls her head toward his own.
"Do you understand?" he asks hoarsely, breath hot against her ear. "I want it." His fingers gently and naturally draw circles on the inner surface of her thigh, sending a small tremor through Lilith's body.
The touch of the witcher awakens desire and heat in Lilith, which are like a forest fire. She rises slowly and smoothly from her chair, sits astride the witcher and, biting her lower lip, whispers with a lustful gleam in her eyes,
"Do you always do this to succubi?"
. She gently strokes the scar on his cheek and kisses his neck, leaving a wet trail. Sitting on top of him, Lilith feels the witcher's cock twitching under his clothes, desperately trying to break free.
Geralt gasps as Lilith straddles him, his cock throbbing painfully beneath her. She's so close now... The heat emanating from her body is overwhelming, and he can feel the tension building within him, ready to snap free at any moment. With a low growl, he captures one of her wrists in his free hand and pins it above her head. His other hand slides between them, grasping at her breast through her clothes.
"No," he whispers hoarsely. "I don't usually do this with succubi... But then again..." His voice trails off as his fingers tweak a hardened nipple and she arches into him, making it easy to feel how much she wants this as much as he does. He moans and looks up at her, lust burning in his yellow eyes.
Lilith smiles sweetly, trying not to lose her head in this whirlpool of unknown things. She presses her lips to the witcher's, tasting him. He is so strong, so powerful, and it excites her even more. Lilith's hands slide over his body and with skillful precision I unbutton his armor and clothes, desperately wanting to feel his hot flesh.
Geralt groans deeply as her hands slide across his chest and abdomen, baring him to her touch. Her skin is like fire against his cool flesh, driving him mad with desire. He thrusts his hips upward, grinding against her sex through their clothes, desperate for release. Their kisses grow more urgent as they explore each other's mouths, teeth nipping and tongue dancing in a primal display of need and hunger.
With one final, powerful movement, Geralt lifts Lilith from the ground, her legs wrapped around his waist as he carries her to his bedroll. They land heavily on the soft fur, their bodies pressing together in an intense display of lust and passion. With a growl that vibrates through both of them, he rolls so that she is pinned beneath him, staring down at her with eyes full of hunger and possession.
Lilith arches her back, revealing pale and aching breasts pressed against the witcher's chest, his hands massaging them roughly. "Geralt," she gasps, the sound of his name tumbling from her lips in a moan of desire. Her legs spread wide on either side of him, giving him full access to explore and claim what he wants. Her fingers dig into his back, urging him on as their hips grind together, seeking relief from the aching need that burns between them. Lilith undoes his belt with sharp movements, freeing his strong cock. When Lilith's hands touch him, Lilith's eyes widen in shock and panic. She reluctantly pulls away and, trying to hide her panic, whispers with a confused smile, "Herald? what the hell? This... It won't even enter me! this... it's impossible even physically." Her gaze rushes between their bodies to his huge cock, which is not quite the usual size. Lilith swallows nervously and looks at the witcher with fear in her eyes.
"It won't," Geralt growls, his voice rough with arousal as he feels her hands slide away from him. "And it doesn't have to." With one swift movement, he rolls onto his back, taking Lilith with him so that she is pinned beneath him once more. He reaches down between their bodies and grabs hold of her sex, positioning himself before thrusting hard enough to make her cry out in surprise and pain. Her inner walls grip at his fingers like a vice, and he groans at the feel of her tightening around him.
With each thrust, he slides deeper inside her, stretching her more than ever before, ignoring her protests as pleasure begins to take over. His other hand tangles in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck to his kisses.
Lilith's screams and moans merge into a single angelic song. There are tears of pain or pleasure in her eyes, it is unknown. She forgets how to breathe when he completely fills her, stretching her completely. Lilith digs her nails into his shoulders, as if trying to cling to at least some thread of sanity. The sensations are simply overwhelming when he starts moving faster. Lilith feels every inch of his cock, hugging him tightly with her warmth. Between moans, Lilil only manages to whisper
"Herald... please...slower "
Geralt doesn't take her request to slow down lightly. On the contrary, he takes it as a challenge, his competitive nature rising to the fore. With each thrust, he moves deeper inside her, relishing the feel of her muscles gripping him tight. His other hand slides between their bodies, teasing at her most sensitive spots, driving her wild with need. Her moans grow louder and more desperate as she struggles to accommodate his size, arching her back in ecstasy when he hits the spot deep inside her that makes her lose control completely.
Lilith's screams and moans get even louder with each thrust. Her face turns crimson with desire and his pressure. Lilith's eyes begin to roll to the back of her head when she feels like her release is somewhere on the edge. Lilith swings her hips at him in perfect rhythm, despite the fact that he presses her with his weight. The witcher grabs her by one of the horns so that she does not move from her place and takes possession of her lips, which makes Lilith dizzy from lack of oxygen. Lilith regains her breath and shouts, "Oh my God, Gerald!.. I'm cumming!"
His hips piston against hers as he feels her inner walls clamp down around him in the wake of her release, milk flowing freely over their entwined fingers. With a roar that echoes through the barn, he follows her over the edge, his hot seed spurting deep inside her. Their bodies are locked together as wave after wave of pleasure washes over them. Finally, spent, they collapse onto the bedroll, gasping for air and feeling the aftershocks of their climaxes pulse through them.
Geralt rolls off Lilith and props himself up on one elbow, studying her flushed face intently. His gaze travels down the length of her body, appreciating the way she's arched beneath him, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath. With a crooked smile, he reaches out to tenderly brush a strand of hair
Lilith breathes fitfully and, looking at the witcher from under her eyelashes, whispers with amusement in her voice, "this... it was unusual." She idly strokes his sweaty torso with her fingernail, drawing meaningless circles. Right now, she doesn't even want to digest what it was all about. Her pussy hurts from an unusual sensation and she feels wild devastation, but also satisfaction in equal measure.
Geralt chuckles softly, running his fingers along her jaw before cupping her cheek with his palm. "Well," he says gently, meeting her gaze once more, "I'll take that as a compliment." He pauses, considering the implications of what they just shared. "You could get used to it," he teases, nibbling lightly on her bottom lip.
Lilith looks at him in surprise, and his proposal and quietly laughs it off, covering her face with her hands, "God, never in my life." Lilith doesn't understand what all this means to both of them, but the thought that there might be something more between them unsettles her. Tomorrow we need to focus on finding Dettlaf, but right now Lilith is basking in the warm embrace of the witcher.
Geralt grins and rolls his eyes playfully at her reaction. "I can be persuasive when I need to be," he teases, trailing his fingers down her side. He glances over at the bedside table where a small flask of ale sits amidst their discarded clothes. "How about we have another drink and discuss it?"
With that, he reaches out to take the flask, uncorking it with practiced ease before tilting it back to take a swig. Offering it to her next, he says, "Your turn."
Lilith takes the flask with a smile and drinks some ale in one gulp, immediately feeling its warmth spread through her body.
"Maybe we should talk about it.",
She says, lying down next to him.
"But not now."
She turns to face him, their bodies still touching despite the cool air in the barn.
"If my father finds out about this, I would like our heads to be hung on the wall next to each other." Lilith whispers with a cheerful note in her voice, despite her serious appearance. The thought of what her father Lucifer might do sends a shiver down Lilith's spine.
Geralt chuckles softly at her words, his gaze flickering between her eyes and the red mark that's left by his rough possession on her throat. "Don't worry," he says gruffly. "I won't let anything happen to you." He reaches up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering against her skin for a moment longer than necessary. "And I'll make sure your father knows the consequences of threatening me."
His expression softens as he studies her face. Despite everything that's happened between them tonight, there's an undeniable tenderness there. It's almost as if... they belong together somehow. The thought both excites and terrifies him in equal measure. But for now, all he can do is enjoy the feeling of her body pressed against his and savor the taste of her lips on his tongue.
Lilith gently strokes his scar on his cheek and whispers "thank you." She would like to believe that someday she will really get rid of the mark on her neck and gain freedom. Lilith smiles wearily and whispers with a playful twinkle in her eyes, "I think we need to get some sleep."
Geralt returns her smile and nods in agreement. "Yes, you're right," he murmurs sleepily, already beginning to feel the pull of exhaustion taking hold. Carefully, he rolls off Lilith and onto his back, giving her some space but still close enough that she won't get cold. The rhythmic sound of her breathing soothes him as he drifts off into a deep, restorative slumber.
Tomorrow will bring new challenges and the search for Dettlaf continues, but tonight, at least for this one night, they are safe in each other's arms, free from the shackles of their pasts and the ever-present threat of the future. For now, there is only peace and the warmth of her body against his own.
Lilith watches the witcher sleep, taking in every detail of his face, her fingers still tracing gently the contours of his scarred cheek and neck. She sighs contentedly, closing her eyes, but still not falling asleep. Maybe it was because she's not used to being this close to someone or... maybe because there is an unexplainable bond between them. Lilith drifts off to sleep with a small smile on her lips, dreaming of tomorrow and the challenges they will face together.
Geralt stirs fitfully in his sleep, mumbling something incoherent before settling back into a deep slumber once more. His arm drifts out to the side, seeking contact with Lilith, and finds her shoulder. Without thinking, he pulls her closer, instinctively wanting to keep her close despite their earlier talk of space. Her warmth radiates through his clothes and presses against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine.
With each breath she takes, his own seems to echo in the silence of the barn. As the dawn light begins to creep through the cracks around the door and window, it paints her face with a soft glow, making her look even more angelic while he remains oblivious beside her. He wants this feeling of closeness, of safety, to last forever.
Lilith lazily opens her eyes, blinking sleepily. Her back is pressed tightly against the witcher's chest, which makes her smile involuntarily. She feels his morning erection pressing against her ass. Lilith awkwardly turns over to face him and whispers in a sleepy voice, "Good morning. How did you sleep?"
Geralt stirs at the sound of Lilith's voice and blinks his eyes open. He takes in her sleepy expression and relaxed posture before letting out a quiet chuckle. "Good morning," he replies, tracing a finger along her jawline. Despite last night's intense encounter, there's still an undeniable tenderness between them. "I slept very well." He pauses, considering his next words carefully. "How about you?"
Lilith smiles mysteriously and whispers, stroking his torso with her nails, "Much better than before, although not familiar." She playfully bites his shoulder and reluctantly gets out of the sleeping bag. Lilith throws on her clothes and, coming closer to the stove, lights a cigarette, feeling the witcher's gaze on her.
Geralt watches her with a mixture of curiosity and fascination as she lights up the cigarette. The way the smoke curls around her fingers, the soft sound it makes as it escapes between her lips... It's all so captivating. For a moment, he forgets about everything else and just enjoys the sight of her standing there, warmth radiating from her body even in the chilly air of the barn.
"So," he says eventually, sitting up and stretching his arms overhead. "What's on the agenda for today?"
Lilith's gaze becomes a little sad, and, releasing a thin stream of smoke, she whispers,
"You promised to find Detllaf to help me. Or have you forgotten?"
She looks at him with a playful squint. The thought of freedom makes Lilith's heart rejoice. She sincerely hopes that Detllaf will be able to remove the mark from her neck, as the witcher suggested to her.
"No," Geralt says quickly, holding up a hand in a placating gesture. "I haven't forgotten. Finding Detlaf is still our priority." He pauses for a moment, considering his next words carefully before continuing. "But that doesn't mean we can't... enjoy each other's company while we do it, right?"
There's an undercurrent of meaning in his voice that leaves no doubt as to what he means. Lilith's eyes widen slightly at the implication, and she looks away, her cheeks flushing pink. But before she can say anything, Geralt clears his throat loudly, breaking the tension between them. "Come to me, my little succubus," The Witcher lazily pats the sleeping bag next to him and playfully arches an eyebrow, watching Lilith's reaction.
Lilith taps her fingers on the cigarette and, taking a deep drag, whispers with a playful squint, "I don't want to." Her gaze does not leave the witcher, while lava begins to spread from the bottom of her stomach when she remembers their passion that night. Lilith's pussy still hurts from the unusual size, but she still craves it. Lilith continues to stand by the stove and watch the witcher, taking another puff.
Geralt grins, the corners of his mouth quirking up in amusement. "Oh, really?" he asks, feigning hurt feelings. "I thought we had a great time last night." With that, he rolls over onto his back once more and spreads out on the sleeping bag, propping himself up on one elbow as he regards her with an expectant gleam in his eye. "Come on, it won't be so bad this time," he teases, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Lilith rolls her eyes in embarrassment and puts out her cigarette. She slowly and smoothly approaches the witcher and settles between his legs. She smiles playfully, baring her fangs and whispers, "I didn't say it was bad. I just don't think I'll ever get used to it." She reaches out and gently sucks on his neck, tracing a path with her tongue from his neck down his torso. Lilith exposes his penis and gently strokes his head, smearing his leaking liquid. She looks significantly at the witcher and smiles mysteriously.
Geralt's breath hitches as she begins to tease him so openly. His hands grab fistfuls of the blanket beneath them, tensing as he tries not to lose control too quickly. "Lilith," he whispers hoarsely, eyes closed as her touch sends shivers down his spine. He pushes up onto his elbows and pulls her closer still, their bodies aligned in perfect harmony. His cock throbs eagerly against her fingertips, aching for her to take him deeper. "Please," he whispers, mouth mere inches from hers. "I need you."
His gaze flickers down to where she's touching him, and with a growl of pleasure, he arches his hips up into her palm. The feeling of being so close to losing control sends a wave of heat through him, igniting every nerve ending in his
Lilith bends down and gently runs her tongue over the head of his penis, savoring its taste. Her hands gently stroke his massive hips, while she skillfully caresses and teases his huge cock. She watches the witcher intently, feeling a wave of desire sweep over her own body. She tries to wrap her hot mouth around his cock and moans around him, sending vibrations.
Geralt's hips jerk forward violently as she takes him into her mouth, her hot wetness enveloping him in blissful pleasure. He clutches the blanket beneath him, his nails digging into the fabric as he fights to control the animalistic sounds that rip from his throat. The feel of her tongue dancing over the sensitive head sends shockwaves through his body, and with a growl, he pulls her closer, deeper, needing more of her.
Her hands slide down to grasp his ass, squeezing firmly as she sucks him off. Her touch combined with the heat of her mouth and the skilled movements of her tongue drive him wild with lust. He can feel himself close to the edge already, but he doesn't want it to end too quickly; not yet. With a groan, he pushes her away reluctantly.
"Not fair
Lilith smiles slightly, still caressing his penis with her hand and whispers, "Gerald, don't hold back. After yesterday, everything hurts there," she looks at him hoping for understanding and gently licks the head of his penis, licking off the protruding liquid.
Geralt groans, his body trembling with the effort to control himself as she licks and teases him so skillfully. He releases a shuddering breath, eyes locked on hers as he watches her face contort in pleasure with each move of her tongue. "Lilith," he rasps hoarsely, reaching down to grip her hair roughly. With a savage growl, he thrusts up into her mouth, feeling the tight warmth envelop him once more. Her hands slide between their bodies to cup his ass, pressing him deeper against her wet heat.
"Yes," he grinds out, "like that." He pumps his hips, fucking her face with abandon as she sucks and licks him into oblivion. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air as their bodies collide in a frenzy of desire. With each thrust, he feels himself losing control faster,
Lilith's moans get louder when she feels him throbbing in her mouth. She enjoys the taste of his sperm and greedily swallows every drop, not wanting to leave a drop behind. When he finally lets go of her hair, Lilith takes a few breaths to calm down and looks at him with a playful twinkle in her eyes, casually wiping her lips. Her hands slide up his chest, gently caressing his neck before running through his silky hair. She languidly looks into his yellow eyes and whispers with a gentle smile , "I hope this cheered you up a little"
Geralt gives her a crooked smile as he catches his breath. "I'd say you did," he says huskily, still braced on one elbow as he gazes down at her. "You certainly know how to distract a witcher." He chuckles, running his fingers through the hair she's just been pleasuring herself with.
"Now," he continues, tone growing more serious, "we should probably talk about what you said earlier...about wanting to be free from your father. Is there anything we can do?" His expression is thoughtful, but determined. He won't let her down; he won't fail her again.
Lilith tucks a strand behind her ear and, pulling back a little, whispers with hope and doubt in her voice, "you said detllaf could help me remove the mark. Where should we look for him, Herald?" Lilith adjusts her dress, trying not to show her concern. She would really like to get rid of the image of a succubus and get out of control of her father Lucifer. Lilith wants to be free so much that her heart starts to ache from it.
Geralt nods understandingly. "Dettlaf was last seen in the city of Vizima, where he has taken up residence in a secluded mansion on the outskirts," he explains. "He's known to be reclusive, but there may still be ways to get in and find him."
His expression hardens as he thinks about what they might face once they do find Dettlaf. "Are you sure you want to go through with this? There's no guarantee that he can remove the mark completely, or even safely," he warns her.
She looks at him searchingly, weighing his words against her desire for freedom. Finally, she nods slowly. "Let's find Dettlaf and see what happens." Her voice is steady, but there's a hint of vulnerability beneath the surface that Geralt can't help but want to protect her from.
Lilith nods gratefully. She's grateful for Geralt's support and feels relieved that he understands her wish to be free from the mark. "Let's find Dettlaf then," she says decisively, pushing aside any lingering doubts or fears. With newfound determination, she stands up, readying herself for whatever challenges lie ahead. Even if she has to face her demons.
Geralt also rises to his feet, giving her a nod of encouragement. "Then let's get started," he says, reaching out to grasp her hand in his strong grip. They head toward the barn entrance, readying themselves for whatever dangers and obstacles await them on the road to Vizima and Dettlaf. As they step outside, the bright sunlight bathes their skin, but it's the warmth of Lilith's hand in his that truly makes Geralt feel invincible.
Lilith's heart skips a beat when Geralt takes her hand, feeling safe and protected under his gaze. She looks up at him with a small smile and whispers confidently, "I know we can do this, Herald." Together they step out into the sunlight, facing whatever challenges lie ahead, their bond growing stronger with every passing moment.
Geralt smiles down at her, his eyes never leaving hers as they walk. "I know we can," he agrees firmly. There's something about the way she looks up at him now that makes him feel like nothing can stand in their way. And he's not wrong; they're going to need all of that determination and courage if they want to find Dettlaf, get the mark removed, and put an end to Lucifer's hold on her life. But right now, with Lilith by his side, he's not afraid of anything.
As they make their way toward Vizima, Geralt can't help but wonder what their future holds after this is all over. Will they continue on as strangers or something more? The thought both excites and terrifies him in equal measure, but for now, he's content to enjoy the feeling of her hand in his and the warmth of
As they make their way through the woods on the outskirts of the city to Detllaf's house, Lilith feels a gaze burning into her back. She turns around but doesn't see anyone. As if from the ground, she hears a voice that freezes the blood in her veins "Lilith!". The crows begin to caw and fly away, as if they know what will happen next. Lucifer himself appears in front of Lilith and the witcher in all his menacing glory. Lilith obediently bows her head and whispers in a trembling voice, "Father?". She looks sideways at the witcher, urging him to do the same, but he firmly meets Lucifer's burning gaze.
Geralt holds Lilith's hand tightly as their steps falter, confronted by the presence of the great Lucifer himself. He meets the demon lord's gaze without flinching, determined not to let his fear show now that Lilith needs him so much. "I am Geralt of Rivia," he says steadily. "It is an honor to meet you, mighty Lucifer." His words are respectful, but there's a note of defiance in them as well; a promise that he will do everything in his power to protect Lilith and help her achieve her freedom.
Lucifer gives the witcher a contemptuous look and turns to Lilith, "You've been disappointing me a lot lately. You don't complete tasks, you don't visit purgatory, and now this," he gently points his claw at the witcher. Lilith raises her tired gaze to Lucifer and whispers in a trembling voice, "Father, I'm sorry... I just can't do this anymore. I..." lilith doesn't finish, not knowing how to choose the words so as not to bring down Lucifer's wrath on herself.
"Lilith's choices are her own," Geralt says before the demon lord can reply further. His tone is firm, yet respectful at the same time. "You may have raised her, but she has grown into her own person since then. To force her back into your control would be no better than imprisoning her in that mark."
He glances down at Lilith's hand where it remains clasped within his own, feeling the warmth and strength of her grip. "I understand if you wish to punish me for helping her," he adds, meeting Lucifer's gaze unflinchingly, "but do not think that will change anything. I am sworn to protect those in need."
Lucifer gives the witcher a dark look and growls,
"There is no point in punishing you. Our path is already one continuous punishment."
He turns his gaze to Lilith, and Lucifer's heart aches for his daughter.
"Daughter, succubus and witcher will never be able to be together. It contradicts the very laws of nature."
He looks away to avoid seeing the pain in Lilith's eyes, but his voice doesn't soften.
"Come home, Lilith."
Geralt glances at Lilith, his eyes filled with determination and resolve. He tightens his grip on her hand, refusing to let go. "Lilith is not yours to command," he says firmly, meeting the great demon's gaze unflinchingly. "She has made her choice, and I will honor it."
He pauses for a moment, considering his next words carefully before continuing. "You are powerful beyond measure, Lucifer. The world needs someone like you to guide it through these dark times. But if you truly care for Lilith, you will respect her wishes and let her go."
Lucifer laughs coldly despite the pain in his heart. There is a fire in his eyes that could burn the whole world. He turns to the witcher and growls, "This is my daughter, the witcher. And she knows her place and purpose in this world perfectly well. I don't want to wish her the worst, and I'm doing what I think is right." Lucifer approaches Lilith and hovering over her says in a firm voice that does not accept objections, "So I treat you too gently and this is what you answer me with? Mixing your pure blood with a witch's?"he looks at Lilith with a burning gaze, but tries not to let his anger make it worse.
Geralt's jaw clenches at Lucifer's words, but he does not back down. "Lilith is no one's possession," he says through gritted teeth, "least of all her own." His gaze never leaves Lilith, conveying his unwavering support and belief in her choices. "She deserves to be free, to live life on her own terms. If you truly love her, Lucifer, you will respect that."
There's a long silence as the three of them stand there, tension thick enough to cut with a sword. Finally, Geralt sighs and releases Lilith's hand, stepping back a pace. "I'm sorry, Lilith," he says softly, meeting her gaze with his own. "But I won't force you to choose between us." His voice cracks slightly as he adds, "I hope... I
Lucifer laughs coldly despite the pain in his heart. There is a fire in his eyes that could burn the whole world. He turns to the witcher and growls, "This is my daughter, the witcher. And she knows her place and purpose in this world perfectly well. I don't want to wish her the worst, and I'm doing what I think is right." Lucifer approaches Lilith and hovering over her says in a firm voice that does not accept objections, "So I treat you too gently and this is what you answer me with? Mixing your pure blood with a witch's?"he looks at Lilith with a burning gaze, but tries not to let his anger make it worse.
Her heart aching, Lilith meets her father's gaze with determination. "I choose this," she says steadily. "And I choose the Witcher." She looks over at Geralt and sees his own pain reflected in his eyes; but also something else. Something that tells her he would make any sacrifice to protect her, if necessary. "You have your purposes and your place, Father," she continues, searching for words that might make him understand. "But so do I."
Lucifer's face hardens into a mask of fury, but before he can respond, the air itself seems to shimmer and shift around them, like a mirage on a hot summer day. When it clears, they are no longer standing in front of Detllaf's manor; instead, they find themselves back at the barn where they had set out from earlier. The witcher turns to Lilith, concern etched
Lucifer laughs coldly and growls with a note of annoyance, "Do you think I wish evil on my own child, witcher? I'm just doing what I have to do. And maybe someday she'll figure it out." Lucifer comes closer to Lilith, hovering over her. His gaze burns with a fire that could burn the whole world. His voice is firm and stern, "So I've let you get away with too much, and what are you paying me with? Mixing your pure blood with the blood of a witcher?"
Geralt's hands clench into fists at his sides as he watches Lilith with a mixture of determination and worry. "Lilith is no less deserving of love and respect just because she has your blood," he growls, eyes never leaving hers. "And neither am I." He takes a deep breath, trying to calm the anger that boils within him as Lucifer looms over them both. "You may be her father," he says slowly, choosing his words carefully, "but you are not her master."
Lilith's eyes fill with tears, and she growls at Lucifer in a voice trembling with indignation,
"How dare you say something about blood mixing, Father? Do you think I don't know who my mother was?"
She feels Lucifer's jaw tighten even more, but continues,
"She was never a demoness, she was an ordinary mortal girl. I saw her crying every night when she took off her damn fake horns and you knew it perfectly well!"
The truth that Lilith tells in despair burns through the hearts of both her and her father, like acid that was poured out without warning.
The expression on the face of the great demon lord Lucifer darkens at Lilith's words, his anger briefly replaced by something that could have been shame and regret. But it soon passes, leaving only the determination etched in his features.
"You're my daughter," he growls,
"and I won't let you forget about it."
With a powerful flap of his huge wings, Lucifer disappears in a flash of green flame, leaving the two mortals alone again.
Geralt looks at Lilith with concern, gently taking her hand in his.
"Are you okay?"
he asks softly, his voice gentle despite the turmoil that still rages around them.
Lilith falls to the damp ground and covers her face with her hands and begins to cry. She doesn't understand why her father is so cruel to her. Why wouldn't her alliance with the witcher do any good? Lucifer clearly knows something about this, but Lilith's bitterness and resentment did not allow her to think straight. She feels guilty towards her father for touching him to the quick and towards the witcher for dragging him into this.
Geralt sits down next to her, his strong arm wrapping around her shoulders in a comforting embrace. He pulls her close and holds her as she cries, rubbing her back soothingly with one hand while kissing the top of her head with the other. "Shh... It's going to be alright," he whispers into her ear, his voice firm but gentle. "We'll find a way through this together."
He hesitates for a moment before asking, "Lilith... Do you really want to get rid of the mark?" There is a note of hope in his voice; maybe if she truly wanted to be free from it, they could still find another way.
Lilith's sobs die down as she sits up, looking at the witcher with tear-stained eyes. She nods slowly and takes a shaky breath before wiping her face with the back of her hand. "I can't live like this anymore," she whispers hoarsely, thinking about all the people she had to hurt because of the mark, all the things she could never be. "But I don't know what else to do."
Geralt studies her face, his own expression solemn and serious. "Then let's find Dettlaf," he says finally. "I know it won't be easy, but together we can face whatever challenges lie ahead." His gaze never leaves hers as he takes her hand in his once more, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "And I promise you this: No matter what happens, I will always stand by your side, Lilith. You are not alone in this."
Lilith looks into the witcher's eyes and a glimmer of hope shines through her tears once more. "Thank you," she whispers, sniffling. Her heart swells with gratitude for his support and understanding. It means everything to her that someone else cares enough to stand by her side in this fight against fate itself. And so, taking a deep breath, she nods slowly and says determinedly, "Let's find Dettlaf then."
Geralt smiles warmly down at her, his hand still clasped tightly in hers. "Then let's begin," he says, standing up and offering her a helping hand up. Together they leave the safety of the barn behind them, stepping out into the bright sunlight once more as they set off on their quest to find Dettlaf and free Lilith from her fate. The road ahead may be long and full of danger, but with Geralt by her side, Lilith can't help but feel hopeful that everything will turn out alright in the end.
With newfound strength and purpose, Lilith steps out into the sunlight beside Geralt, her head held high despite the weight of everything she's carrying. "Where do we start looking for him?" she asks quietly, glancing around at the verdant landscape surrounding them. The scent of spring fills the air, promising new life and renewal; perhaps even for her.
Geralt takes in the surroundings as well before answering, "Vizima is on our path, so we can start there. We'll have to find out if he's still at his old castle or if he's moved since then." He glances down at Lilith, his expression softening. "But first, perhaps you should rest. You look exhausted from everything that happened back at the barn."
Lilith nods gratefully and sits down on a nearby log to catch her breath. Despite everything that's happened today she can't help but feel exhausted both physically and emotionally. A weight seems to lift off her shoulders when Geralt offers her the chance to rest, it feels like he truly cares for her well-being. "Thank you," she whispers softly as she leans back against the tree.
As Lilith rests against the tree, Geralt sits down next to her, crossing his legs. "Take your time," he says gently, watching as she catches her breath. With a nod at the forest around them, he asks, "So, any idea how we might find Dettlaf once we're ready?" His eyes meet hers expectantly, awaiting her input and guidance on this matter.
Lilith's eyes flicker around the forest as she thinks about it. "I think I can sense his presence when I'm close by," she says finally, a little hesitantly. "So if you stay near me while we walk..." she trails off, looking at Geralt for reassurance that he won't mock her abilities.
Geralt gives her a reassuring smile, "Of course," he says softly. "Your abilities are unique and valuable; I won't underestimate them." He pauses for a moment before continuing, "But just in case, we should also prepare ourselves with information about Dettlaf's appearance or any distinct marks he might have."
Lilith nods, appreciating his words. "He's tall and slender, with jet black hair and pale blue eyes," she says thoughtfully. "And I remember he always wore a signet ring adorned with the symbol of his house." This information could be helpful if they encounter anyone who knows Dettlaf or has seen him recently.
That sounds promising, Geralt thinks to himself. Aloud, he asks, "Do you remember anything else about his personality? Anything that might help us distinguish him from others we might encounter?" The last thing they needed was to mistake Dettlaf for someone else or vice versa.
"He's a proud and arrogant man, but beneath that he can be quite cunning," Lilith says with a frown, remembering her time spent serving Dettlaf. "And he always carries himself in a regal manner." That should help Geralt recognize him even if Lilith isn't around.
Geralt nods, taking in her words and committing them to memory. "All right then," he says after a moment's consideration. "We should probably get moving again before too long. With luck, we'll find Dettlaf soon enough." He pauses for a moment, glancing at Lilith carefully before adding with a smile, "But first, I think it would be best if you got some food and rest; we don't want to exhaust ourselves too early in the journey."
Lilith smiles gratefully at the witcher, feeling warmed by his consideration and care for her well-being. "You're right, we shouldn't rush." She stands up, stretching her legs and arms, readying herself for the journey ahead. "There should be a village not too far from here where we can restock on supplies before continuing," she says with confidence, already familiar with the area from her past travels.
Geralt nods and stands up as well. "Then let's head there," he says, falling into step beside her. He looks at Lilith, his expression softening, "You know... it's nice having someone to share this journey with." His voice trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished but full of meaning nonetheless.
Together they make their way through the forest, towards the village and their next destination. As they walk side by side, Lilith can't help but feel a sense of hope and belonging that she hadn't experienced in a long time. Maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance for her to find her own place in this world... with Geralt by her side.
Lilith glances up at Geralt, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "It's nice having someone who understands," she says softly, not finishing her thought aloud but feeling its weight all the same. It had been so long since anyone had truly understood what it meant to be bound by fate, by destiny and blood. She was grateful for Geralt's presence, his support, and more than anything, his acceptance.
Geralt nods, his expression understanding. "We all have our own burdens to bear," he says gently, careful not to make it sound like a complaint. "But together, we can make things easier." As they continue through the forest, their steps synchronizing with each other, he adds with a grin, "Besides, you're not so bad to look at either." The witcher pauses for effect before continuing, "And I hear my skills in combat are nothing to sneeze at either."
The two travelers share a laugh, the sound carrying through the trees and echoing back to them. For now, they have each other, and that was all that really mattered.
Lilith laughs brightly and playfully swats at his arm. "Oh yeah? Well, you're not so bad to look at either, witcher." She pauses, considering him before adding with a smile, "And your skills in battle are definitely something I could use some training on." Her voice holds a note of admiration and respect for the legendary warrior by her side.
Geralt blushes ever so slightly at her compliments, but it quickly fades as they reach the outskirts of the village. "Well," he says with a nod, "let's find somewhere to rest and recuperate before we continue our journey." With renewed energy and purpose, they enter the bustling village, their eyes scanning for an inn where they can spend the night and plan their next move against fate itself.
Lilith follows Geralt through the village, taking in the sights and sounds with newfound hope in her heart. It feels good to be out in the open world again, to be free from the confines of Detlaf's estate and whatever dark plans he might have had for her. She knows that their journey won't be easy, but having Geralt by her side makes all the difference.
As they wander through the village marketplace, Geralt keeps an eye out for anyone who might know anything about Dettlaf's whereabouts. Seeing Lilith watching him with such trust and admiration warms his heart, making it even easier to push aside any doubts or concerns he may have about their quest. They spot a small inn nestled amongst the shops and decide to investigate further.
"I think this place will suit us just fine," Geralt says as they approach the wooden door of the inn. He glances at Lilith, adding with a smile, "And who knows? Perhaps we'll get lucky and run into someone who can help us on our journey."
Lilith nods eagerly, following the witcher as they step into the dimly lit common room of the inn. She surveys the patrons seated at tables, drinking and talking loudly. Perhaps one of them might know something useful about Dettlaf's whereabouts...
Geralt takes in the common room, his sharp ears picking up snippets of conversation here and there as he scans the patrons for anyone who might be worth speaking to. Seeing Lilith glance around uncertainly, he squeezes her hand reassuringly and says, "Don't worry. We'll find someone who can help us."
They approach the bar, where a grizzled old innkeeper wipes down glasses with a well-worn cloth. Geralt clears his throat to get the man's attention before speaking. "Excuse me. We're new in town, and we were wondering if you might know anything about Dettlaf?"
The innkeeper looks at them suspiciously before leaning in close and whispering, "Dettlaf? He's not around these parts anymore, at least not for a while." The old man glances over his shoulder to make sure nobody's listening. "Heard he went back to Vizima, looking for something... important." His eyes narrow as he studies Lilith before adding, "But you probably know that, huh?"
Geralt glances at Lilith before answering the innkeeper, "Yes, we knew he was in Vizima," his voice neutral. "But do you happen to know where exactly in the city we can find him?"
The old man hesitates for a moment longer, then nods slowly. "Word is he's taken up residence at the ancient castle on the outskirts of town." He grins mischievously and adds with a wink, "But you didn't hear that from me, understand?"
Geralt flashes him a grateful smile before turning back to Lilith. "It seems our next stop is Vizima after all," he says. "Let's get some rest here tonight and then set off early tomorrow morning."
Lilith feels the hope of the word awakening in her and she purrs satisfactorily, "It's time for us to take a break, maybe we could rent a room here for the night?" she smiles sweetly, trying not to show her fangs in front of strangers.
Geralt nods in agreement. "That sounds like a good plan," he says to Lilith before turning back to the innkeeper. "We'll take two rooms, please." He glances at Lilith again and adds with a grin, "And make sure one of them has a nice big bed." The innkeeper barks out a laugh and waves them toward a staircase leading upstairs.
As they climb the creaky steps, Geralt asks Lilith softly, "Are you feeling all right about going to Vizima?" He senses her unease and wants to make sure she's prepared for whatever might lie ahead.
Lilith turns around in the middle of the stairs and whispers with a slight grin,
"good enough, especially if I get a good night's sleep."
She winks mischievously at Gerald and continues on her way. Lilith opens the door of the room and, without even looking at her, jumps onto the huge bed and purrs contentedly. She stretches out on the bed with feline grace and playfully asks Gerald, slyly narrowing her eyes.,
"I hope you didn't claim this bed?"
Gerald chuckles softly at her attempts to defuse the situation. Now it seems to him that the world is receding into the background again outside this room. He walks up to the bed without looking at Lilith, abruptly grabs her ankles and pulls her towards him with the same playful remark
"Isn't the bed too big for such a small succubus?"
. The Witcher deftly and quickly throws the swords from his back to the side and removes his armor. He climbs onto the bed and lightly slaps Lilith's delicious ass and growls in her ear, pressing her into the bed, "Are you going to share or not?"