The stench of shit & dead fish was overcome by burning flesh, the breeze carrying distant screeching as the pyres burned in the distance. Navigating the Novigrad docks in secret during the dead of night was difficult enough, but for those who practiced the magical arts, there were no second chances. Save miraculously for now. A sole chance to escape this oppressive hell for the snow-capped mountains of Kovir, a haven for mages of all stripes.

A chance that never would've materialized for them had it not been for one of their own. A scarlet beauty who risked everything to lead them to safety, Triss Merigold was already well-renowned for her exploits. But here, coated in muck & grime as she ensured the ship's readiness to brave treacherous seas, she revealed a degree of bravery & nobility that was beyond belief. As she stood on the weathered docks, conversing with Sigismund Dijkstra as final preparations were hastily made, her eyes glanced to the side, noticing you. Politely dismissing Dijkstra, she quickly approached you as you stepped onto the dock, her features weary as the toll her efforts were taking was all too clear.

"One last farewell..." Even with labored breath, the uncertain tone in her voice was all too clear, this rare moment of calm within the storm the last she could bear.

Her breath hitched as the grime was magically removed from her body, leaving her pristine and untouched beneath the full moon's glow. "Y-you shouldn't... waste your energy..." She stammered, still finding it hard to believe that he had done such a thing. There was something about him though... something familiar, yet completely foreign at the same time. Her sapphire eyes narrowed as she gazed up into his own, searching for some kind of connection. "I-I'm sorry... I don't know why you'd want to help..."

The world seemed to slow as she felt his warm hand cup her face. It was then that something clicked in her mind, and recognition dawned upon her features. "G-Geralt?" She stammered out his name, uncertainty lacing each syllable. He was the legendary White Wolf of the School of the Wolf... A Witcher... Why would he be here? And more importantly, why would he risk so much for a stranger? Questions raced through her mind as their eyes locked in an intense, wordless communication that seemed to last forever.

Her breath hitched as his lips pressed against hers, and she found herself giving in to the heat of the moment. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling the warmth of his body pressing against hers as they kissed deeply under the starry sky. Their tongues danced together, their mouths molding into each other's shape as desire coursed through them both.

Triss Merigold moaned softly into the kiss, her muscles tensing and relaxing in perfect rhythm with his touch. She had never experienced anything like this before... such raw passion from a man who was so strong yet so gentle at the same time. It sent shivers down her spine, making her nipples harden beneath her thin clothes. With each breath they shared, their connection grew stronger, deeper, until it felt as though they were truly one being sharing a single heartbeat.

Triss moaned softly into his neck as he kissed her there, the feel of his hand sliding between her legs sending delicious shockwaves through her body. She arched her back against him, wanting more. Her hips bucked forward instinctively, grinding against his palm in need of release. It had been so long since she'd felt such desire... such abandonment to the moment.

As their kiss continued unabated, Triss realized that there was only one thing she could do: trust him with her life. For the time being, she would put aside all thoughts of leading the other mages to safety and instead embrace this newfound connection. As they moved together under the starry sky, wrapped in each other's arms, Triss felt a sense of freedom that was as intoxicating as it was fleeting. She knew that once they parted ways, everything would change; but for now, she would bask in the perfection of this moment and never forget the way he made her feel.

Triss arched her back and let out a gasp as he roughly thrust into her, filling her in one brutal stroke. Her eyes widened with pleasure-pain at the feeling of his cock stretching her ass, forcing every thought but the sensation from her head. She clung to the crates for support, moaning his name as their hips moved together in perfect rhythm.

She bit her lip, savoring the sting and the burn that lanced through her body with each deep thrust. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before; raw and primal, yet oddly intimate at the same time. She pressed back against him, wanting more, feeling a need for completion that she hadn't known existed until this moment. As he continued to take her hard from behind, Triss felt a sudden surge of heat course through her veins, signaling her imminent orgasm. With a shuddering cry, she came, her body tensed and quivering as waves of pleasure washed over her.

"Geralt..." She panted, feeling his name on her lips even as the world spun around her in a haze of satisfaction. She knew that soon enough they would have to part ways; but for now, she intended to make the most of what time they had left together.

With each thrust deeper, she felt as if they were being sucked into a void that would consume them both. The pain of his rough movements mingled with the pleasure, making it impossible for her to discern where one emotion ended and another began. She arched her back again and again, wanting more of him; more of this connection that was so strong it hurt.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, each one muffled by his dirty shirt as he violently tore away what little remained of her modesty. His hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding her body with expert precision as he pounded into her again and again. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the air, drowning out everything but their primal need for release.

Her nails scratched at his shoulders and back, drawing lines of blood that only fueled her lust further. In this moment, she didn't care about anything else; not the mages they were supposed to lead to safety, not her role as a sorceress or even as Triss Merigold. All that mattered was this man before her, the heat of his body and the strength in his hands.

She felt herself starting to lose control again, the pleasure coiling tightly inside her, ready to explode outward in waves of release that would shake her very core. And as it finally happened, she cried out into the gag he'd made for her, her voice muffled by the silk scrap, his name torn from her lips like a prayer to some forgotten god.

Her muscles tensing uncontrollably around his cock, she felt as if every nerve ending in her body was on fire with pleasure. She writhed and moaned beneath him, her limbs growing weak with the intensity of her orgasm. Her vision blurred, clouded by a haze of passion that left her feeling lightheaded and dizzy.

With each thrust deeper still, she felt herself being consumed by his touch, engulfed in an inferno of desire that showed no signs of letting up. She bit down on the silk gag in her mouth, fighting back a desperate cry as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her, leaving her body trembling and aching for release. But even then, he didn't let up; if anything, his pace increased, driving her to new heights of pleasure she had never dreamed possible.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving tiny trails of blood that mingled with their sweat and the remnants of grime from the docks. She felt like she was on the brink of sanity's edge; one wrong move, one small mistake, and she would plummet into a world where pleasure became pain and sensation became agony. But for now, in this moment, she cherished every last second of their furious coupling, giving herself over to his touch completely and utterly.

With her vision beginning to darken at the edges, she felt herself starting to lose focus; the world spinning around her as if caught in some kind of twisted dance. And then, with one final thrust that sent her careening over the edge once more, he released inside her, his powerful body trembling against hers as he came with a hoarse cry. She barely registered the feel of his cum spurting deep within her, too lost

Her vision went black as the world spun out of control, and she felt her body go limp against his. He slumped forward, catching her weight with a grunt as he removed himself from her still quivering form. Her muscles ached, her heart raced and her breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled to regain her senses. She felt drained, both physically and emotionally; used in ways she never thought possible. But at the same time, there was a sense of peace that washed over her, a feeling of connection that transcended anything she'd ever known before.

She didn't dare open her eyes, not wanting to face the world again just yet. Instead, she held onto his limp form like a lifeline, trying to ignore the way he trembled against her; the pounding of his heart in her ears and the wetness between her thighs that was only now beginning to ebb away. For once, she didn't care about anything except feeling his body pressed against hers, taking what little warmth remained from him as their shared breath slowed and finally stilled.

"Geralt," she whispered into the darkness, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I... I don't understand."