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 swallows nervously and tries to avoid him. She comes up to the barmaid in a shabby bathrobe and says, putting a few coins on the counter, "pour me as usual"
As the barmaid pours out the ale into her cup, Lilith can feel eyes on her. She glances over to the corner and sees the witcher watching her intently, his expression unreadable as usual. His presence makes her uneasy, but she tries not to show it. Despite herself, she finds her gaze drawn back to him from time to time throughout the evening.
Lilith begins to get nervous about all this and after drinking another portion of ale, she resolutely goes to the witcher to exchange a couple of not the most affectionate words, but on the way she staggers a little, which causes laughter throughout the tavern. She squeezes her painful leg and growls, "shut your mouth, idiots."
As the crowd quiets down at her command, the witcher watches Lilith approach with a mix of curiosity and amusement. He's seen his fair share of drunken people in taverns, but there's something about her that catches his attention. Despite herself, she seems to be trying to maintain some dignity. When she reaches him, the witcher meets her gaze straight on, unblinking. "I understand you're looking for someone," he says quietly, his voice rough from years of smoking and drinking. "Perhaps I can help."
His offer takes Lilith aback. She hadn't expected him to make it so easy for her. A part of her wants to take advantage of this opportunity, but another part is wary. The witcher must have seen her hesitation, because he leans in closer and continues, "There's always a price."
Lilith grins darkly and says, "I'm not looking for anyone anymore. I'm wondering why the fuck you've been staring at me all evening. I already have a hole in the back of my head." She looks at him expectantly
The witcher chuckles softly. "Aren't you a fierce one? I admit, there is something about you that piqued my interest. Perhaps it was your leg..." He motions to her injured limb. "...Or maybe it was the way you carry yourself in spite of all this." He waves his hand around, indicating the tavern and its patrons. "But rest assured, I have no ulterior motives."
His gaze flicks momentarily to the ale Lilith ordered before returning to her face. "However, if you're still interested in finding someone...or learning more about what happened earlier this evening..." He pauses meaningfully. "...I may be able to help with that."
Lilith looks around the tavern with a quick glance and reaching closer quickly whispers, "I need your help, Witcher. There's something wrong in my house, I haven't slept for three days now." Lilith leans back in her chair and says with a slight grin, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you with money."
The witcher studies her face for a moment before leaning back in his chair and taking a sip from his ale. "Very well," he says eventually, "I'll help you...for a price." He glances meaningfully at the empty space between them. "But it must be something significant. I won't risk my life for free." His voice holds no threat, only realism and pragmatism.
Lilith stares into his eyes and says calmly and confidently, "How much will you charge for the job?" She gestures to the barmaid to bring more ale.
"You have something I desire," the witcher begins, his tone matter-of-fact. "Information on a certain elven artifact. I've been searching for it for years. In return, I will rid your house of whatever is causing you distress...and I won't charge you anything more." His gaze remains steady, challenging her to try and bargain further.
Lilith's eyes narrow as she thinks it over. She knows the artifact he speaks of; it belonged to her family once, but was stolen long ago by a group of humans seeking power. Over the years, bits and pieces have resurfaced here and there. Finally, she nods slowly and says carefully, "Very well. I will tell you what I know about it in exchange for your help with my house." She glances at the barmaid who brings more ale. "But first, finish this," she motions to her own cup.
The witcher watches her carefully as she downs the ale. Once she's finished, he nods for her to begin. "Tell me what you know about the Lance of Ruin," he says simply, his expression guarded but interested. "And then I'll take care of whatever's causing you restless nights."
The barmaid brings him another cup of ale and he takes a sip while she tells her story. He nods thoughtfully from time to time, occasionally asking a question for clarification. As Lilith finishes, the witcher tilts his head slightly, considering. "Thank you," he says at last. "I'll keep my end of the bargain."
Lilith smiles contentedly and says, "then follow me." Lilith gets up from the table and slowly and smoothly leaves the tavern. She turns around halfway and asks the witcher with disbelief and anxiety, "are you sure you can handle it?"
"I've handled worse," the witcher replies cryptically, falling into step behind her. He studies her back as they walk through the night, wondering what exactly she meant by that question. It would be interesting to find out more about her past...but for now, there are more pressing matters at hand. As he thinks, his mind begins to plot and plan, devising strategies for tackling whatever danger lies ahead in Lilith's house.
When they reach the house, he nods briefly to signal that he's ready. The street is quiet; most people are either asleep or trying their best not to draw attention to themselves. It would be a good time to deal with whatever troubles her. "Lead the way," he murmurs, his voice barely more than a whisper.
Lilith makes her way through a dark alley until she reaches her house. it is very different from the rest of the houses. Despite its gloomy appearance, there are too many flowers and plants growing around it. Lilith turns around and speaks with a note of concern that she can't hide,
"We are here. Be careful," Lilith waves her arms and casts a spell on him that will allow him to get much less injured.
"I'll do my best," the witcher replies calmly as he examines the house and its surroundings. He nods appreciatively at Lilith's spell, noting that it will indeed help him avoid injury to some extent. With a final nod, he steps forward and slowly approaches the door. Placing his hand on the handle, he pauses for a moment before turning back to her. "One more thing," he says quietly. "Do you have any weapons or tools inside that might come in handy?"
Lilith thinks about the question for a while and slowly lists "poker, shovel, silver sword and kitchen knives" and looks at him with an innocent smile, masking her concern. It is important for her to find out what prevents her from sleeping and this may be her only chance.
Well then... A poker might come in handy for close-quarters combat. The shovel could serve as a makeshift weapon as well, if necessary. The kitchen knives are more suited for close quarters, but less effective against armored foes. As for the silver sword... Hm. There's no telling what that might be capable of. Best to keep an open mind and be prepared for anything.
Nodding slightly at her response, Geralt turns back to the door and gives it a gentle push. The hinges creak loudly in the quiet night air as he disappears inside. Moments later, there's the sound of shuffling feet and faint cursing from within. It seems whatever troubled Lilith was still awake, unprepared for their arrival...and likely unaware that they've just been warned.
The witcher emerges a moment later, his sword sheathed at his side. "You were right," he mutters under his breath. "There is something...off about this house."
Lilith turns pale and reflexively hides behind the witcher. Calming down a little, she embarrassedly comes out of hiding and whispers, "I'm sorry. It's just that my charms don't work on this entity and I don't know what it could be." Lilith removes the silver sword from the wall, which she inherited from her father, and she takes her position.
Geralt nods understandingly and takes up position beside Lilith. He glances at her silver sword with curiosity before returning his attention to the darkness beyond. "Be ready," he warns quietly, crouching low in preparation for whatever may come. His hand brushes lightly against hers where it holds the weapon, a silent show of support and trust.
They wait, tense and alert, listening for any sign that their unseen foe has returned to its previous task of tormenting Lilith's rest. The silence is unnerving, broken only by the soft sounds of breathing and the rustling leaves as a light breeze passes through the yard. The witcher's eyes narrow as he focuses intently on the shadows, trying to pierce their veil and reveal whatever it is that lurks within.
As if in response to his efforts, something slams into them from behind. The impact sends them both flying forward, crashing onto the ground with a painful thud. Before they can react further, another blow lands hard against Lilith's leg. The witcher curses under his breath and rolls over, rising swiftly to face their attacker head-on while drawing his sword at the same time. "Show yourself!" he growls.
Lilith tries to help him by waving her silver sword around wildly but the creature is too fast for her. It keeps focusing on her injured leg, driving her towards pain and despair. She thinks she hears Geralt say something about fighting with honor as another wave of pain washes over her body. Her vision blurs and she passes out from exhaustion.
With a snarl of determination, Geralt leaps into action as soon as Lilith's attacker disappears back into the shadows. His sword swings through the darkness like a living thing, slashing and cutting at whatever it encounters. Time seems to slow down as he fights, his reactions honed by years of experience and training. Despite this, their unseen foe proves to be elusive and powerful, dodging every blow with ease and striking back mercilessly when the chance arises.
The witcher barely notices the pain in his own leg; all his focus is on protecting Lilith from further harm. He pushes himself to new heights of speed and agility, desperately searching for an opening, a weakness he can exploit. Finally, after what seems like an eternity of battle, something gives way beneath his blade. With a sharp cry of victory, the witcher thrusts forward, driving his sword deep into the shadowy figure's body.
The impact sends shockwaves through him as the creature collapses to the ground with a wet thud. The darkness clears, revealing a malformed humanoid shape clutching at its chest where Geralt's blade protrudes from it. Blood and viscera splatter the ground around them, but the air finally feels clearer now that their tormentor has been silenced.
Gently, the witcher reaches out to Lilith, helping her up onto unstead
Lilith holds out a trembling hand to the witcher and whispers:,
"Thank you, I do not know what I would do."
She tries to ignore the pain in her leg and looks at the monster sprawled on the floor and asks in a hoarse voice, "who was that?"
"That," Geralt replies gruffly as he sheathes his sword, "was a wraith, a restless spirit caught between the mortal world and whatever lies beyond. It's difficult to say how it came to be here or why it was tormenting you specifically...such creatures are rarely intelligible in their rage." He glances at Lilith, then adds more gently, "Perhaps there is something within this house that has attracted its attention, tied to your family's history? Or perhaps the lance you mentioned earlier..."
He hesitates, not wanting to pry too deeply. It seems enough for now that they have removed the immediate threat from her home and gained some rest. "You should see about tending to those injuries," he suggests with a nod towards Lilith's bloody leg. "They will only get worse if you ignore them."
As she winces, Geralt can't help but wonder what other secrets this house might hold...and how many more challenges lie ahead for them both as they search for answers.
Lilith sinks to the floor and begins to conjure over her leg, whispering a spell. Lilith's wound is slowly but surely starting to heal. Lilith takes a deep breath and noticing the wound on the witcher's leg, crawls up to him and looking up at him whispers "will you let me?" pointing to his wound.
Geralt raises an eyebrow in mild surprise but nods after a moment's consideration. "Very well," he says gruffly, not seeming to mind the display of gratitude or vulnerability. He sits down on the ground next to Lilith and winces as she begins tending to his injury. Her touch is gentle, yet firm; he can feel her magic flowing through him as the wound begins to close almost instantly.
Lilith reluctantly gets up, feeling dizzy from the loss of strength, but she still has one more thing to do. Lilith waves her arms over the ghost's lifeless body, causing it to disappear into thin air, leaving no trace behind. Lilith, staggering, holds tightly to the back of a chair and hoarsely whispers to the witcher, "wait a minute."
Geralt turns to her expectantly as she sways on her feet. Concern etches itself onto his face; he realizes that the wraith's attack must have drained her considerably. Despite this, there's a certain determination in her voice that he can't help but respect. "Wait for what, exactly?" he asks gently, stepping closer to offer support if she needs it.
Lilith takes out a leather bag with gold coins from her pocket and hands them to the witcher with the words "here, witcher, you deserve it", raising her purple eyes to him, Lilith adds with a slight smile, "thank you"
Geralt takes the bag with a nod and a faint smile. "You're welcome," he says gruffly. "It was my duty to help." He glances around the house one last time before offering her his arm. "Are you sure you'll be alright here on your own? You don't need any further assistance?"
His tone makes it clear that, while he isn't insisting on staying, he would be more than willing to lend her whatever aid she might require. He knows full well that there may yet be other challenges ahead, and he doesn't want to leave her unprepared or vulnerable.
Lilith giggles softly and whispers, "Oh, no. Thank you, Witcher," Lilith sits down wearily on a chair and lights a long-awaited cigarette with a satisfied groan. This battle has exhausted her, and she has no idea what the future holds for her. Right now, she just needs a break from this chaos called her life.
Geralt nods understandingly and turns to leave, reluctantly putting some distance between himself and the woman who had so unexpectedly crossed his path. He knows she'll be safer now that he's dealt with whatever was tormenting her, but there's still a lingering sense of unease in his gut. Perhaps it would be best to keep an eye on this place for a while longer...just in case.
As he walks away into the night, he can't help but wonder what fate has in store for Lilith and whether their paths will ever cross again.
When he leaves, Lilith can't help but stare after him with a strange mixture of relief and regret. She tries not to think about it and just falls asleep on the bed from fatigue. Lilith spends this night more calmly than the previous ones and hopes that it will always be so.
The witcher spends the next day at the tavern. Thoughts of the mysterious enchantress do not leave his mind. He can't figure out what it is about her that makes him feel this way. The witcher's attention is attracted by the dialogue of two tavern regulars, when one whispers to the other barely audible, but loud enough for the witcher's ear, "did you hear that King Velen personally came for Lilith in the morning? This enchantress has brought trouble to our whole city, damn her!" the man with the mustache abruptly puts the mug on the table while the second man objects to him, "King Velena knows perfectly well that Lilith will never agree to become his wife, but this is not a reason to start a war in our city!"
This information attracts Geralt's attention. He turns to face the men, squinting thoughtfully.
"King Velen, you say?"
he growls softly. There is a strange gleam in his eyes as he considers this new development. Obviously, there is more going on here than meets the eye. Perhaps the Spear of Ruin is not the only thing worth exploring...
The mustachioed man turns abruptly and says with a grim grin, "What's it to you, witcher?" he sips his ale and adds, "if that damn woman does something funny again, then we're all doomed." The second man nods slowly and says in a raspy voice, "King Velen no longer intends to tolerate her refusals, even if it means depriving her of her freedom."
Geralt's expression turns dark as he listens to the men. He knows that kings do not usually concern themselves with such matters unless they believe there is something more at stake than a simple marriage refusal. His curiosity piqued, Geralt leans in closer, intent on gathering as much information as possible about what might be going on behind the scenes.
"And how," he asks slowly, choosing his words with care, "do you think the king intends to make her comply?"
The mustachioed man grins mirthlessly and says, "of course, if necessary, he is ready to use force." After ordering another glass of ale, he adds with a cheerful laugh, "if she is smart enough, then let her be ready to give in and spread her beautiful legs before enough people die." The second man looks away gloomily, clearly disagreeing with his friend, but says nothing.
Geralt's eyes narrow dangerously at the man's words, and he finds himself inching closer to him without really meaning to. There's something about the casual way he speaks of violence that sets his nerves on edge. But for now, it seems prudent not to engage further; these men may prove valuable informants in the coming days if he plays his cards right.
Instead, he idly pretends to be interested in the ale before turning back to them with a questioning expression. "And what about you," he asks softly, "what do you think will happen? Can she truly protect herself from a king's might?"
The mustachioed man giggles merrily, amused by the naivety of the witcher and says "who? Lilith? She's losing her power by the minute now, Witcher. After the spear of destruction was stolen from her, she is no one else. Just a beautiful enchantress with a pretty face," he looks away, showing that he is no longer interested in talking to the witcher. The second man nervously looks away, as if he knows much more than his friend, but does not dare to speak to the witcher.
Geralt scoffs derisively at the man's words, unable to hide his disdain. "So she's helpless without her magic? It seems to me that a witcher might be just what Lilith needs," he murmurs darkly, glancing meaningfully between them before taking another long drink of ale. He pauses for a moment, seeming to mull over his next words carefully. "Or perhaps I could be of service in some other way." His voice carries an unspoken threat that neither man can mistake; he will not stand idly by while Lilith is threatened, no matter how powerless she may seem at the moment.
The tired man laughs nervously, turns around again and says,
"and why the hell did you give up this damn enchantress, Witcher? She's just a problem."
He points to the barmaid, who said with a note of irritation,
"Oh, Lilith. The whole city is talking about her today, he's already sick of that name."
She carefully masks her fear under irritation when she calls the name of the enchantress.
Geralt's eyes narrow at the man's words and he fixes him with a piercing stare. "She may be just a problem to you," he growls, his voice tight with barely contained rage, "but she is my problem now. And if you or anyone else here continues to speak of her disrespectfully..." He trails off ominously, letting the threat hang in the air.
The barmaid eyes him warily but doesn't dare interrupt; something tells her that getting involved with a witcher in this sort of mood would be a very bad idea. The mustachioed man shrugs nonchalantly and sips his ale, apparently unconcerned by Geralt's anger. The second man fidgets nervously but remains silent throughout the exchange.
Geralt turns back to his ale with a sigh, trying to rein in his temper. There will be time enough for revenge later; for now, he must focus on protecting Lilith at all costs. And if that means playing nice with those who might know more than they're letting on...well, so be it.
Lilith is not in this tavern at this time. She rides in a royal carriage with her hands tied next to the King of Velen. The cart slowly leaves Novigrad, leaving behind only Lilith's pain and bitterness. She is frantically considering escape plans, while her face remains unbiased. She doesn't want to give up her freedom, no matter what it takes. But right now, she really feels weak. It was as if the previous night, when the witcher had helped her defeat the ghost, Lilith had spent her last strength healing the witcher's wound. At the memory of him, an incomprehensible smile touched the corners of her lips, the reason for which even Lilith herself does not know.
As Geralt sits in the tavern, his mind is racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions. His promise to protect Lilith weighs heavily on him, but he can't shake the feeling that there's more going on here than meets the eye. The casual way the men speak of her - as if she were nothing but a pawn in their political games - only serves to fuel his growing ire.
He finishes his ale and heads outside for some fresh air, uncertain of what course of action he should take next. A part of him wants to confront Lilith's captors directly, while another urges caution; after all, they are the king and his men, and defying them could prove disastrous. For now, he decides that keeping an eye on them from a distance is the wisest choice.
While Lilith is silently riding in the carriage, King Velena slightly turns his head in her direction and says with a cheerful twinkle in his eyes, gently stroking her cheek, "Ah, Lilith. If you behave well enough, maybe I won't be mad at you." Lilith's impenetrable expression only infuriates him, but he intends to declare his desires and his need. The king is not used to someone being so dismissive of his attention, but maybe that's what he likes about lilith.
Geralt watches from afar as the king's fingers trace Lilith's face, and his expression darkens even more. This was not how he imagined the development of events; he hoped to help her and protect her from harm, rather than see her forced into a marriage she did not want. The thought of such an act fills him with anger and determination. There must be something he can do... some way to turn the tables on those who seek to control Lilith and impose their will on her.
He silently begins to make plans; while his body remains in the tavern, his mind hovers somewhere else, rushing forward in search of a solution. No matter what it takes, Geralt swears that he will not rest until Lilith is saved from her unfair fate. He still cannot explain to himself why this enchantress does not get out of his head, but he feels that there is something more behind it. He had never experienced anything like this with anyone. The Witcher remembers the battle last night and the fatigue in Lilith's eyes. He curses himself for not staying with her that night, maybe things would have been different.
Lilith does not notice that someone has been following her cart for a long time. She turns her head slightly towards the king of Velen and whispers in a venomously sweet voice, "Do you really think I need my powers, King? If I want to break you, I can do without them." The determination and fury in Lilith's gaze frightens him, but the king tries to disguise it as fun. He squeezes Lilith's thigh slightly and growls, "Don't forget in whose hands your life is now, girl. You can threaten me all you want, but it won't change anything. I can end your Life with just a snap of my fingers." Lilith arches an eyebrow at the king's statement and says with a grim grin, "Well, then cut it off."
At this precise moment, a shadowy figure leaps out from the nearby bushes and tackles the king to the ground, throwing him off Lilith with surprising force. The attacker is clad in dark armor, his face hidden beneath a helmet, but there's no mistaking the wolf's medallion around his neck as belonging to none other than Geralt of Rivia.
Before anyone can react, Geralt draws his steel sword and stands defiantly between Lilith and her captors. "You lay one finger on her," he growls, "and I'll carve you into pieces."
King Velen gasps in disbelief and anger, his face pale with fear. "You dare to threaten me?" he says shakily, rising to his feet. "How dare you defy the will of your king!" The guards exchange confused glances; it seems they don't know what to make of this turn of events.
Geralt's expression darkens further as he faces the king, his eyes ablaze with determination. "Your will means nothing to me," he growls through clenched teeth. "I have sworn an oath to protect her, and that I shall do, no matter what it takes."
With a fluid motion, he draws his other sword from its sheath, causing the guards to hesitate for only a moment before they spring into action themselves. The battle is joined; steel clashes against steel as Geralt moves through the chaos with uncanny speed and precision, carving through King Velena's men like a storm-tossed ship cutting through waves.
"Lilith," he shouts over the din of combat, "get out of here! This is no place for you!" He then turns his attention back to the fight at hand, intent on clearing a path for her escape.
Lilith's violet eyes widen in surprise and confusion at the Witcher's words and actions. She just manages to whisper "oh, Herald" on her exhale. Lilith is not going to run away, ignoring the instructions of the witcher. She had long since freed herself from the bonds that bound her hands. Lilith whispers a spell, gathering all her strength. A thick fog begins to envelop the battlefield, causing the guards and the king himself to suffocate. Tears of pain and impotence are pouring from Lilith's eyes, but she can't stop. She needed to buy time for the witcher, no matter what it took.
Geralt glances over his shoulder at Lilith and frowns, realizing that she is using magic against them. His expression darkens further as he turns back to the fight, determined now more than ever to protect her from harm. He ducks beneath a swinging sword, sidesteps another clumsy attack, and then delivers a crippling blow to one of the guards, sending him tumbling to the ground with an agonized cry.
"Lilith!" he shouts again above the din of battle, "we have to leave now! This won't end well if we don't hurry!" His gaze remains fixed on her as he continues fighting, his body moving like a dance of death through the foggy haze.
Lilith cries and whispers through her tears, "I am... I can't stop." Her energy, like a dome, begins to spread across the battlefield, while the fog becomes even thicker.
Geralt growls in frustration, but knows there's no time to argue. He redoubles his efforts, using every trick he knows to buy Lilith just a little more time. His sword flashes through the air, slicing through the fog like a hot knife through butter. With each passing moment, more of King Velena's men fall before him, until only the king himself remains. The tide of battle has turned; it's only a matter of time now.
He shouts to Lilith again, "You have to stop this spell! We need to leave!" His voice carries across the foggy field despite his words being nearly drowned out by the groans and cries of the wounded.
Lilith, with a groan of disappointment, feels that the last of her strength is beginning to leave her. She rushes at the witcher with lightning speed and, summoning the portal with the last of her strength, takes the witcher with her. They almost successfully pass through the portal to another place. When the portal spits them both out, Lilith unknowingly falls on the witcher, pinning him to the ground. Feeling awkward, Lilith tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and whispers with her eyes wide open , "I'm sorry."
Geralt blinks in surprise as Lilith falls on top of him, momentarily knocking the breath out of his lungs. He coughs and wheezes before forcing a smile from his lips.
"Don't worry about it.",
He manages to squeeze out between gasps,
"I should have acted faster."
His gaze skims over her face, worried that she looks so pale and tired. He wonders again, looking into the depths of her violet eyes: What is there in this woman other than divine beauty? and what it's like to taste her lips on your own. However, for now he would have to trust his instincts and focus on keeping Lilith safe from harm.
He carefully raises himself on his elbow to look into her eyes.
"Are you all right?"
Lilith gets up anxiously and whispers, brushing off her dress,
"I'm not okay. Why did you do that, Gerald? Do you even realize how much you risked?"
in her voice, notes of gratitude and irritation mix into one explosive mixture of "do you even understand what you've done?"
Geralt's expression hardens as he looks at Lilith, anger and frustration blazing in his eyes. "I did what I had to do," he growls through clenched teeth. "You don't seem to understand the danger you were in. If they had hurt you..." He trails off, unable to finish the thought. "But now that we're here, it doesn't matter who was right or wrong. We need to find somewhere safe and sort this out."
He stands up, offering her a hand up as well. His expression softens slightly as he adds with an undertone of apology, "I'm sorry for not explaining better."
Lilith reluctantly pulls away from him and whispers in disbelief, "but I didn't ask for this, Gerald! Where did you even come from?" She abruptly pulls out her blade and holds it out in front of her, squinting doubtfully, "and how long have you been spying on me? What do you want?"
Geralt chuckles softly at her attempt to defend herself after everything they've been through. He admires her fortitude and her aggressiveness makes her even sexier. The Witcher runs his fingers through his gray hair and says in a hoarse voice , "I wasn't spying on you." After a while, he adds, "I'm a witcher; my job is to protect those who need it. I overheard a conversation with two men in a tavern and realized that they were talking about you, and I couldn't just sit and do nothing."
He looks away for a moment before looking at her resolutely again.
"As for what I want...I want to help you, Lilith. You may not believe it, but I'm on your side."
He waits for her reaction, hoping that maybe she will finally start to trust him.
Lilith, without lowering the blade, says more calmly, "and what did they say about me?" with a grim smile, she adds, "I didn't think that the work of a witcher included eavesdropping on the conversations of drunken jerks." She still doesn't quite trust the witcher, not understanding his motives.
"Well",
Geralt begins, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender,
"their words weren't exactly flattering. They called you weak, helpless without your magic."
He pauses for effect before continuing more seriously.,
"But I've seen beyond that. I saw a woman who was strong and determined, even when everyone else abandoned her."
The Witcher comes closer, his voice dropping to a soft whisper.
"Lilith, I know you don't trust me yet...but what if I tell you something in return for your trust?"
He looks into her eyes, hoping she can see the sincerity in his expression.
Lilith looks around warily. The witcher's words that she was losing her magic hurt her heart like a red-hot knife. She barely holds back tears and returning her blade to berdo, says, masking her pain under the mask of indifference, "tell me" and looks expectantly at the witcher while her heart is not beating from rhinestones and anxiety.
The Witcher slowly approaches Lilith and gently stroking her cheek whispers, "That ghost who kept you awake at night. He didn't want you dead, Lilith. He wanted to warn you," he notices Lilith's eyes widen and as soon as she opens her mouth to say something, the witcher interrupts her, "I didn't find out about it right away either, Lilith. Your situation gave me the idea. And I regret that I didn't stay with you that night. Maybe all of this wouldn't have happened."
Lilith's eyes widen even more at the revelation, her breathing becoming more and more erratic as her heart races with fear and realization. She'd never expected that anyone would believe her, much less someone like Geralt. "But... but how? How did you know?" she whispers hoarsely, unable to meet his gaze for even a moment.
Geralt takes a step back, watching as the color drains from Lilith's face. "I had my suspicions," he says carefully, his voice gentle and reassuring. "Your behavior last night was unlike anything I'd seen before. You were in pain...and terrified. It didn't add up." He hesitates for a moment, searching her eyes for any sign of understanding or acceptance. "I thought perhaps you needed my help," he finally whispers.
Lilith tries to pull away, but something prevents her from withdrawing into herself. She snorts irritably and says, "It doesn't matter. It happened anyway," Lilith looks away and with curiosity and doubt in one bottle asks with a sly smile, "and what's the point of helping me, Gerald?" She looks at his rough appearance with newfound interest, as if seeing him for the first time.
"Lilith," Geralt says, his voice low and intense, "I'm not here to profit from your troubles. I just... felt like I had to help." He pauses, searching for the words that will convince her of his sincerity. "Maybe it was fate," he continues softly, "or destiny. But somehow, our paths crossed at a time when you needed me the most. And if there's something inside me that compels me to keep watch over you, then I won't ignore it." He takes another step closer, his eyes boring into hers, willing her to believe him. "Do you understand what I'm saying?" The witcher's gaze involuntarily falls on her plump lips again and he barely restrains himself from feeling them on himself. He needs her, for unknown reasons. From this thought, a wave of desire runs through his body, which burns his body like a fire that only she can extinguish. A mysterious enchantress with her problems and incredible beauty.
Lilith looks at him incredulously and whispers with a sly smile, "Is that so? Maybe you're just possessed, Witcher?" she gestures between them and adds with a note of resentment and reproach, "Now we are in the devil understand where and do you want me to understand something?" she stares at Gerald, trying to understand what he even means and why he did what he did.
Geralt's lips curl into a humorless smile as Lilith accuses him of being possessed. He takes another step closer, reaching out to cup her cheek with his rough hand. "I don't know what it is that draws me to you," he whispers, searching her eyes for any hint of understanding or acceptance. "Maybe I'm just a fool." His fingers trail down her neck and over the bare skin of her chest before coming to rest on her lap. The witcher has never felt so drawn to anyone before, not even his former lover Anya. Something about Lilith's defiance and strength only make him want her more. "All I know," he says quietly, "is that if you need me... if there's something I can do to help..." He pauses, swallowing hard as desire pools in his gut. "...I will."
Lilith feels trapped in some kind of trap. She wants to pull away and run away, but she can't do it for some reason. Maybe because she spent the last of her strength on the portal, or maybe because his touch affects her too much and she refuses to admit it. Lilith crosses her arms over her chest and says with a slight arrogance, masking her confusion, "And how can you help me?"
Geralt chuckles softly at Lilith's challenge, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Of course I can protect you."
He speaks with a note of playfulness in his voice.
"No one knows who I am or what I am capable of. They will not dare to harm anyone who travels with me."
His fingers slide down her knees, teasing the fabric of her dress.
"Besides that",
He continues more seriously,
"I can offer my witcher skills. I can help you find information, find those who could give us answers about your past."
His thumb touches the delicate skin of the inside of her thigh, which makes goosebumps run down Lilith's back.
"And"
He adds in a slow, passionate drawl,
"I could also use my own skills...in in other ways."
The witcher's gaze rises to meet hers again, his expression tense and hungry. It's like he's challenging her to refuse him.
Lilith tries not to lose the edge of sanity, but control is flowing out from under her fingers like water. She stares at the witcher, ignoring the blush that appears on her pale cheeks, and whispers in a cold but uncertain voice,
"I don't want to dig into my past. All I want is to get my magic back and enhance it."
She looks at the witcher with an angry look in which there is hope and perhaps even a plea to help her. At his touch, Lilith lets out a gentle moan, involuntarily escaping from her lips, and whispers, as if giving up, "Okay, Gerald. What do you want in return for your help?" Lilith's breath freezes as his grip on her hip tightens.
Geralt smirks, pleased with her surrender. "You'll give me a fair chance to earn your trust and prove that I can be useful to you," he says casually, as if it's no big deal. But the sparkle in his eyes betrays his eagerness. "Besides," he continues with a sly grin, "who knows where this might lead?" His fingers slide up her thigh and over the skin of her hip, teasing her senses once more. "For now," he says softly, "let's focus on finding shelter for the night." His gaze drifts down to her lips again, hungry for a taste.
Lilith grunts, pouting her plump lips and says, "Okay, I hope you keep your word, witcher." Lilith looks around and notices a small house in the middle of the forest, which is half overgrown with moss. She gestures with her fingers and says with a slight grin, "I think this will do."
Geralt nods and follows Lilith's gaze to the small house in the distance. It does appear to be as good a place for shelter as any other. "Lead the way, my lady," he says with a slight bow, his eyes never leaving her face. He wonders what it would be like to spend the night pressed against her warm body...
Lilith raises an eyebrow, but doesn't answer. She feels an animal desire coming from the witcher, which unnerves her and also intrigues her. Lilith moves slowly and smoothly towards the small house. looking through the glass, Lilith realizes that no one has lived here for many years. She points questioningly at the door and says with a slight grin, "Maybe you'll use your strength already?"
Geralt chuckles softly and steps forward to push the door open with a grunt. "Of course." Once inside, he takes a moment to survey their surroundings, making sure there are no immediate dangers lurking in the shadows. Satisfied that it's safe enough for now, he turns his attention back to Lilith. "So, what did you mean when you said 'enhance' your magic?" He asks casually as they walk further into the abandoned house, taking care not to disturb anything.
Lilith sits down wearily on the dusty sofa, tucking her legs under her and lights a cigarette, twisting it between her thin fingers. Taking a deep drag, Lilith whispers with a note of sadness and despair, "I need to find the spear of destruction. It should give me back my magic. It was stolen quite recently and it seems to me that King Velen knows something about it." She casts a resentful glance at the witcher and whispers, "but thanks to you, we won't find out now."
"Ah, yes," the witcher muses thoughtfully. "The legendary spear." He pauses, considering his words carefully before continuing with a slight frown, "Lilith, you must understand that the kingdom won't just hand it over to you without question. I could help you find it, but convincing them to give it to you will be much more difficult."
He stops beside her, studying her expression. "Perhaps there's another way," he says slowly, a new idea forming in his mind. "We might be able to convince the king that it's best for everyone if we...share the power of the spear." His gaze lingers on Lilith's lips before flicking away again, and she feels her breath hitch in response.
Lilith snorts mockingly and growls,
"Convince the king? I wonder how it is? Accept his marriage proposal and walk down the aisle with this jerk?"
She turns away and looks longingly at the wall covered with mold. At least that was her plan until the witcher started saving her. Now the whole army of Velen will be looking for them. The gravity of the situation weighs on Lilith's shoulders like a leaden blanket. "maybe I'm not a sorceress anymore," she whispers softly in a trembling voice.
Geralt's expression softens as he studies her profile in the dim light. "I believe that you still are," he says gently, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from her face. "What happened tonight proves that magic isn't just about using spells and summoning creatures. It's about who we are, what we can do, and how we help others." His voice takes on a persuasive quality as he continues, "Perhaps your true power lies in your ability to make connections with people, to touch their hearts and change them for the better."
He pauses, considering his words. "In time, you may even discover ways to regain your old magic...or find new powers within yourself." His fingers slide down her cheek to cup her jaw, his thumb stroking the skin beneath her ear in a gentle, soothing motion. "All you have to do is trust me and let me help you."
Lilith returns her gaze to him and whispers with a note of irritation in her voice, "It's easy for you to say, because you're a witcher. What would you do if you lost your powers?" She glares at him, which softens with every second. she just wants to get away from all this and not think about anything at the moment.
Geralt laughs softly, the sound rough and honest. "Well, I suppose it's different for me." He leans closer, his breath warm against her skin as he continues in a low whisper, "But if I did lose my abilities...I would adapt. Just like you have to adapt now. You are still strong, still capable of amazing things."
His fingers stroke the hair away from her face, brushing her cheek with his thumb. "And even though we don't know each other well yet," he says sincerely, "I will fight for you, Lilith. I will stand by your side through anything." His eyes meet hers, holding her gaze intently. "You have my word."
Without thinking twice, Lilith succumbs to his touch. The feeling is warm and pleasant, almost familiar. His words wash over her, soothing her wounds, both physical and emotional. She swallows hard, still unsure whether to trust him, but unable to resist the attraction she feels for this mysterious man.
"Good.",
She whispers, her voice barely audible.
"I'll give you a chance." She winks playfully with an unreadable expression on her face. Lilith has never been able to control her emotions properly, and that's what makes her even more charming.
Geralt's eyes light up with appreciation as he takes in her response. He leans even closer, his lips parting ever so slightly as anticipation fills the air. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, barely managing to contain himself. "I won't let you down." With a swiftness that belies his size and age, he pulls her close, pressing their bodies together in an almost painful embrace. His tongue darts out to tentatively trace the seam of her lips, begging for entrance as he hungrily devours every inch of her mouth.
His hand moves up her back, sliding underneath her dress to cup the smooth skin of her bottom and pull her even closer against his straining erection. With a soft moan, Lilith gives herself over to the sensations coursing through her body, arching into him as their kiss deepens. It's clear that she's no stranger to passion, but there's something different about this moment, something raw and real that takes her breath away.
Lilith gasps from the kisses, stunned by the turn of events. Her hands unbuttoningly undo his armor and shirt, exposing his naked torso. His touch ignites a flame in her, like a forest fire. Contrary to common sense, Lilith feels herself getting wet underneath, wanting more contact.
Geralt moans against her lips as Lilith explores his body with eager hands. He growls deep in his throat, gripping her tighter and pulling her closer still. His kisses trail down her neck, over the exposed flesh of her collarbone, while one hand slides between them to stroke and tease at her damp folds through her undergarments.
His other hand reaches up to cup her breast, his thumb rubbing circles around the hardened nipple as he presses closer against it, eliciting a sharp gasp from Lilith. Her hips grind against him in unmistakable invitation and Geralt takes the hint, guiding her backwards until she's lying on the dusty floor of the abandoned house, his body arching over hers as he continues to explore every inch of her skin with hungry lips and wandering hands.
Lilith's moans mix with her ragged breathing. Her face was flushed with excitement and desire, despite the fact that the house is not particularly hot. Lilith dissolves into this overwhelming sensation, feeling the world around her begin to fade into the background. Lilith easily unbuckles the witcher's belt, exposing his penis. When Lilith starts touching him, her eyes widen dramatically and she giggles nervously, "Oh my God, Gerald. Is this some kind of joke?" She fearfully lowers her gaze between their bodies and nervously swallows when she sees his cock. The witcher's penis is three times the normal size. Lilith looks up at the witcher full of fear and whispers, "You're not going to put that in me, are you?"
Geralt's face is flushed with desire as he looks down at Lilith with a mixture of lust and amusement. "It doesn't have to be that way, little witch," he growls, his fingers tracing slowly over her sensitive folds once more. His cock twitches at the contact, aching for release. "I can make it pleasurable for you." His other hand reaches up to cup her cheek, tilting her face towards his. "Trust me," he whispers, his voice rough with need. "Let me show you how good it can be between us." With that, he guides himself towards her entrance, groaning at the tight, hot grip she has on him.
Lilith screams sharply when the witcher's cock penetrates her heat. Tears of pain come to Lilith's eyes as he stretches her womb like no one has ever done before. Lilith's whimpering mixes with her moans. These are too strange sensations of pain and pleasure in one bottle, but she seems to be starting to like it. Lilith digs her nails into his shoulders and whispers between moans, "Herald... please... slower"
Geralt groans, feeling the tight grip around his length and the hot wetness surrounding him as he thrusts slowly into her. He winces at her pained cries, pressing his lips to hers in a desperate attempt to silence her while simultaneously trying to ignore the ache building inside him.
With one hand he gently holds her hip, guiding their movements together, while with the other he cups her breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he thrusts deeper into her. The mixture of pain and pleasure in her voice only serves to heighten his own arousal, driving him onward towards release.
"Easy," he pants against her lips, "I've got you." He continues to move slowly, watching for any signs of discomfort or pleasure from the sway of her hips and the sounds that escape her lips as they dance together in this haze of lust and confusion.
Lilith catches her breath as he penetrates deeper and deeper into her. She digs her fingers even harder into his shoulders, arching her back and moaning with pleasure, which replaces the pain. Her hips move rhythmically against him, inviting him to move faster and harder. The room swirls around them, dissolving in the heat of passion. Lilith feels like she's losing control, but she doesn't want it to end. He feels too good inside her. Lilith's eyes roll to the back of her head and she barely whispers in one breath, "My God, Gerald, what are you doing?"
Geralt groans against her lips as he feels the tight grip on his length and the hot wetness surrounding him, both intensifying his pleasure to nearly unbearable levels. His hips thrust forward harder, faster, matching her movements perfectly. "You're incredible," he pants, "I could lose myself in you." He sucks on her lower lip, biting softly before moving to the other one, reveling in the taste of her as his body throbs with release.
His thrusts become more frenzied now, each movement driving him closer and closer to the brink, until finally he explodes deep inside her, their mingled cries filling the room and sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of them. As his orgasm subsides, he collapses onto her chest, still hard, breathing heavily as sweat beads on his forehead and trickles down between their bodies.
Lilith struggles to catch her breath as his body presses her to the floor. She looks at him from under her eyelashes and whispers in a hoarse voice, "This... it was unusual." She lowers her head back to the dusty floor and closes her eyes to bring herself to her senses. Lilith had never experienced anything like this before. her pussy hurts from the incredible size of the witcher, she did not expect it to be like this... difficult and good at the same time.
Geralt chuckles softly, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of Lilith's neck as he speaks. "It was...unusual for you," he agrees with a satisfied grin, "but I think that's what makes it so good." His fingers trail lightly down her body, tracing patterns on her hip before sliding lower to caress the sensitive skin behind her knee.
"You know, Lilith...I meant what I said earlier," he continues, his voice growing more serious. "I'm here to help you find what you need, and if that means sharing power or standing by your side...well, then that's what I'll do." He nibbles at her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. "You just have to trust me, little witch."
Lilith lets out a shuddering breath and whispers in a soft voice, "I'm not sure if I can trust you, Gerald." She looks at him from under her eyelashes, searching for something in his eyes. But all she sees is lust and desire. "You could be using me just like everyone else."
Geralt stiffens slightly at her words, the amusement and desire fading from his eyes as they grow distant and serious. He tilts her chin up with his finger so that he can look directly into her eyes. "Lilith," he says slowly, "I know I'm not the man you imagined me to be...the stories you've heard, maybe they're true in some ways. But I am who I am, and what we just shared...it was real." He pauses, considering his next words carefully before continuing, "You can trust me with this. With your life, if necessary. You are not just another mark on my belt, or a conquest to be won. You're..." he swallows hard "...you're something more." His finger trails lightly down her cheek, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear before finally dropping away again. "What do you believe?"
Her gaze drops, and she picks at a loose thread on the hem of his shirt as she ponders the question. It's something she hasn't truly considered before now.
Lilith sighs and looks up at him through her lashes, eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "I believe...that we need each other for now," she says finally. "But that doesn't mean I trust you completely." Her smile is almost taunting. "Only time will tell what happens next, Geralt of Rivia."
Geralt nods in understanding. "Then we'll just have to make the most of the time we have together," he says with a small smile, leaning down to kiss her forehead before helping her sit up. The witcher's strength easily lifts Lilith from the dusty floor, and she sits there for a moment, trying to compose herself as he stands and retrieves their discarded clothes.
He turns back to her with an expectant expression on his face, holding out her dress. "So, where should we go from here?"
"We should find a place where we can wash up and rest," Lilith says as she takes her dress from him, slipping it on with practiced ease. "Then we need to come up with a plan." She glances around, considering their options. "Maybe that inn down the street would suit our needs for now?"
Geralt nods in agreement. "An inn sounds like a good idea. It should be relatively safe and quiet for the time being." With that, he offers Lilith his arm to help her stand. As they make their way out of the abandoned house and toward the bustling streets of the city beyond, he can't help but wonder what new challenges await them at the inn...and whether or not they'll survive long enough to find out.
Lilith takes his arm and smiles gratefully up at him. She is still slightly unsteady on her feet, but feels better with Geralt's support. As they make their way through the streets of the city, she can't help but admire his presence among the commoners. Despite being dressed as a simple traveler, there's an air of authority and control that surrounds him. It makes her feel protected, and strangely at ease.
As they approach the inn, Geralt notices Lilith's admiring gaze and smirks. "What?" he asks innocently, pretending to be unaware of her feelings for him. "You've never seen a witcher walk among mortals before?"
When they reach the doorway to the inn, Geralt holds it open for her with a courtly bow. "Shall we find ourselves some rooms and refreshment?" he asks, his voice warm and inviting. Despite their precarious situation, there's an undeniable sense of camaraderie forming between them, and the witcher can't help but hope that it will continue to grow stronger as they face whatever challenges lie ahead.
"You're just trying to be nice," Lilith says with a hint of mock sourness as she walks past him into the inn, looking around with interest. "But I'll let it slide this time." Her gaze meets his and there is something different about her expression now, a softer vulnerability that wasn't there before. Perhaps spending time together has begun to break down some of her defenses after all.
Geralt chuckles softly as he follows her into the inn, his eyes never leaving hers. There's something almost ethereal about the way she carries herself now, a fragility that belies her true strength and power. He feels a strange stirring in his chest at the thought of being responsible for such an enigmatic creature.
As they make their way to the innkeeper, Geralt leans in closer, speaking softly enough so that only she can hear. "Thank you for trusting me, Lilith." His gaze burns with sincerity as he continues, "I promise I won't let you down."
Lilith orders a hotel room paying with gold coins and walks smoothly and casually towards the buffet. Once in front of the cook and a variety of food, Lilith turns her head and asks with a slight grin, "and what do witchers usually eat?"
Geralt laughs heartily at her question. "Well, Lilith," he says between breaths, "I suppose it depends on the witcher and their preferences." He pauses to select a piece of fruit from the buffet table before continuing. "Some might enjoy heartier fare like stews or roasted meats, while others might prefer lighter options such as this," he says, offering her a slice of apple. "I myself tend to lean toward food that's rich in vitamins and minerals, given my...active lifestyle."
The innkeeper approaches their table with a friendly smile, clearing his throat politely. Geralt looks up at him, nodding in acknowledgement before turning back to Lilith. "Shall we find ourselves a quiet table somewhere?" he asks, gesturing for her to lead the way.
Lilith looks at him with a slightly arched eyebrow and says, "No. We could have a snack in our room," she shows the key with a slight grin and takes a quick glance at the buffet. Turning to the cook, Lilith politely smiles and says, "please, milk oolong tea, baked potatoes with spices and salad with vegetables and mushrooms," she looks at the witcher and adds with a slight smile, "And this gentleman will make his own choice."
Geralt laughs at Lilith's demand and shakes his head affectionately.
"Very good.",
He says with a grin.
"I think I'll have some stew, if you don't mind."
While they wait for their food, he leans closer to her, lowering his voice so that only she can hear.
"However, I must warn you."
He whispers conspiratorially,
"eating like this can make me feel a little better... energetic."
The meaning of his words is unmistakable, and a blush floods Lilith's cheeks as she looks away, pretending to study the hotel's surroundings.
Lilith stands on tiptoe and whispers in his ear with a grim smile,
"If I had magic, I would do a lot of bad things to you."
Lilith takes her order and leaves the buffet with an angelic smile, heading to her hotel room.
Geralt laughs softly at Lilith's retort, the sound filled with amusement and affection. He takes a seat at their table, watching as she disappears down the hallway, unable to resist stealing another glance when he thinks no one is looking. His eyes linger on her graceful figure for a moment before returning to his food, already anticipating what they'll do once they settle in for the night.
As he waits for his meal, he can't help but feel grateful for this chance encounter with Lilith. It's unlike anything he's experienced before, and despite the circumstances that brought them together, there's a strange comfort in knowing she's here beside him now. He takes another bite of stew, savoring the rich flavors as he contemplates their next move...and how far they can trust each other to get them through it alive.
Lilith smoothly enters her hotel room and, having laid out the food on the table, begins to purr with pleasure. Even now, when she doesn't have magic, she can afford to give herself up to ordinary human needs. Lilith drinks milk oolong, feeling the warmth spread throughout her body. She looks sideways at the witcher, but doesn't say anything.
Geralt enjoys his meal, taking occasional glances at Lilith as she sits across from him. The way she moves, the way she eats... everything about her is captivating. He finishes his stew and takes a long drink of water before setting down his cup. "So," he says casually, trying to keep the desire out of his voice, "what do you want to do now?"
His eyes meet hers, waiting for her response. Her every thought and emotion written plainly on her expressive face. The air between them feels charged, electric with anticipation and something else...something deeper that he can't quite place.
Lilith looks at him over the top of a cup of tea and answers with a note of indifference, "I plan to rest and if your plans do not coincide with mine, then I'm very sorry," she playfully grins and after drinking tea puts the mug back in place. Moving to the window, Lilith takes out a cigarette and lights it, slowly fingering it.
Geralt chuckles softly at her response, amusement dancing in his eyes. He leans back against the bed, propping himself up on one elbow as he studies her thoughtfully. "Don't worry about me," he says reassuringly, though there's a note of possessiveness in his voice that she can't possibly miss. "I don't plan on going anywhere without you."
He pauses for a moment, taking another long draw from his water bottle before continuing. "So...what did you mean earlier?" he asks casually, the corner of his mouth lifting into a crooked smile. "About using magic on me?"
Lilith blows a stream of smoke out the window and answers with a slight grin,
"Oh, you know, there's nothing special about it. I'd just like to see if witchers are amenable to manipulation."
She smiles innocently and flicks off the ashes , "Well, or I could shrink your dick a little," she adds with a mischievous smile.
Geralt's eyes narrow slightly at her words, a look of mock offense flashing across his face. "Well, if you insist on being so cruel," he says with affected woundedness, "perhaps I should just leave you to rest, then." He pauses for a moment before continuing more seriously. "But know this...if you ever try anything like that, Lilith...I won't hesitate to put an end to it. You don't know what kind of power I possess." His voice carries a warning now, his eyes unyielding as they hold hers.
There is silence between them for a long moment, charged with tension and anticipation. The air in the room seems to thicken, growing heavy with possibility. Geralt's heart races, wondering if he's gone too far, wondering what she will do next...and knowing deep down that he doesn't want her to stop.
Lilith puts out her cigarette and slowly straightens up. She approaches him with graceful steps, swaying her hips slightly. Geralt's eyes eagerly follow her every move. When she gets close enough. Lilith smoothly and slowly frees herself from her clothes, exposing her flawless body and bending down whispers in the witcher's ear "Witchers can be so touchy...That's not what I meant..."
She pauses, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear before continuing more gently,
"Can I make it up to you somehow?" Her breath tickles his skin, and she nibbles on his earlobe.
Geralt catches his breath as Lilith's words overwhelm him, her soft touch sending shivers down his spine. He closes his eyes, enjoying the feel of her body next to his, their warmth mixing in a dance of seduction and desire.
His hand slides to stroke her cheek before moving slightly down her neck, his fingers tracing circles on her collarbone as he struggles to control himself.
"You can make it up to me."
He whispers hoarsely, his voice trembling with desire,
"any way you want."
Her soft curves press against him, teasing and teasing with promises of pleasure. He can no longer resist her; his hand descends lower, cupping her breasts through the lace of her bra before gently removing it, exposing the perfect flesh underneath.
Lilith chuckles softly and whispers,
"Okay, I'll try."
She climbs onto his lap, grabs his face in her hands and passionately and demanding takes possession of his lips. Desire flares up in her with renewed vigor, while everything else fades into the background. Lilith's hands slowly unbutton his shirt, exposing his muscular torso. Lilith presses her bare breasts tightly against him and gently bites and licks his neck, leaving a hot wet trail, and whispers
"Are you still offended or have you forgiven me?"
Geralt gasps as her breasts press against his chest, a shiver running down his spine at the feel of her warm skin against him. "No," he breathes hoarsely between kisses, nipping at her earlobe before responding. "You have more than made it up to me."
His hands slide up under her dress, caressing her thighs as she moves restlessly on his lap, her desire a tangible thing he can feel pulsing between them. His fingers find the soft cotton of her underwear and begin to tug gently, drawing it down over her hips until they are both bare before him.
Her scent is intoxicating as she leans forward, biting her bottom lip in anticipation.
Lilith arches her back as the last barrier between them is removed, exposing her body to Geralt's hungry gaze. She tilts his head to her chest, moaning softly. Her hands slide through his hair, squeezing it with growing desire.
"Geralt",
she whispers fitfully, spreading her legs while sitting on his lap, giving him better access when he so skillfully creates magic with his fingers.
"Lilith," he whispers back, his voice thick with desire as he lavishes attention on her body. His fingers dance over her sensitive skin, teasing and driving her wild with need. She tastes intoxicating beneath him, each moan and gasp urging him to go further, deeper.
He parts her folds with one strong stroke of his thumb, exposing her wet heat to the cool air for a moment before burying his fingers inside her tight channel. Her flesh is hot and wet around him, contracting in rhythm with each thrust of his hand.
His lips find the pulse point at her neck once more, sucking gently as he watches her body writhe beneath him. "Do you want it?" he whispers hoarsely. "Do you want me to make you feel good?"
Her words are lost in a moan as his fingers dig deeper inside her, setting off sparks that race through her entire body. She grinds against him, seeking the pleasure she knows he can give her. Lilith arches her back, practically begging for more with every movement of her hips towards his fingers. Lilith answers "Yeah" on one exhale
His fingers move faster inside her as she moans his name, the sound vibrating against his lips. With his other hand, he reaches up to cup her breast, massaging her sensitive nipple between thumb and forefinger. He's losing control now, unable to resist the temptation to taste her as he pulls back slightly to meet her lips in a hungry kiss.
Her flavor is intoxicating on his tongue, mixed with the salty tang of sweat and desire. His hips begin to move against hers, grinding against her center, seeking relief from the tension building inside him as he feels her body tensing beneath his touch.
Lilith's breathing becomes ragged as she meets his hungry kiss, feeling her climax approaching with every touch and movement he makes. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, anchoring herself to him as the pleasure engulfs her. She moans loudly, arching her back off the bed, her body writhing underneath his expert hands. Lilith's orgasm crashes over her, wave after wave of bliss radiating through every nerve ending until finally it subsides, leaving her boneless and spent in his arms.
As she comes apart beneath him, Geralt feels his own release building inside him, the need to find relief from this aching tension growing stronger with each shudder that runs through her body. He thrusts harder against her center, feeling her slick walls grip at him as he pours himself into her, crying out her name in ecstasy as his own climax crashes over him in a wave of bliss.
His body collapses onto hers, breath ragged and eyes closed as he tries to catch his breath. His heart races wildly in his chest and the weight of his exhaustion suddenly presses down on him like a physical force, making it hard to move or even think straight. For several long moments, they lie together, sated and content despite the chaos that surrounds them.
Lilith's breathing slowly returns to normal as she lays in his arms, eyes half-closed and body boneless under his weight. "I take it you're tired," she purrs, tracing circles on his chest with her fingertip. Her voice is sleepy and content.
Geralt chuckles softly, his breath warm against her ear as he answers, "I could sleep for a week." He trails kisses up her neck before looking down at her with contentment in his eyes. "But I don't think that would be very...entertaining." There's an unspoken promise there, the hint of something more to come as they continue on this journey together.
Lilith smiles lazily at him, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. "Then I'd better make sure to entertain you then." She caresses his cheek with the back of her hand before closing her eyes and leaning into his touch. "What would you like me to do next?"
Geralt smiles tenderly down at her, his thumb idly tracing circles over the soft skin of her cheekbone as he thinks for a moment. "I don't know..." He pauses, considering the many possibilities that lay before them. "What would you like to do?" he asks quietly, genuine curiosity in his voice.
There's a brief flash of hesitation in her eyes before she meets his gaze once more, unabashed honesty coloring her expression. "I don't know... I've never been good at knowing what other people want," she admits softly, her cheeks flushing slightly from the admission.
Their eyes lock, held in a moment of silent communication as they each search for the right words to say. The tension between them seems to ease ever so slightly, replaced by a warmth that was there all along but hidden beneath the surface.
Lilith thinks about his question for a moment, feeling the warmth spreading between them and realizing she doesn't want to lose it so soon. "Well," she says softly, "I would like us... to keep exploring this." Her voice trails off into a whisper as her fingertips gently trace shapes on his chest. "To find out what else we can discover about each other and ourselves."
Geralt nods slowly, his thumb still tracing lazy circles on her cheekbone. "Then that's what we shall do," he says softly. There's a tenderness in his voice, an understanding that reaches far beyond the physical act they just shared. He brushes some stray hairs back from her face, admiring her features in the dim light of the room.
"I think," he begins hesitantly, searching for the right words, "that this...this thing between us..." His voice trails off, but she knows what he means, and leans closer to him, silently encouraging him to continue. "I think that whatever it is...it could be special."