45 Geralt x Ciri (The Witcher) by Davelle

Geralt stood by the fire letting its warmth pull the blistering cold out of his limbs. His fingers and toes stinging as the blood began to circulate back into them. Ciri was huddled at his feet with his cloak wrapped around her as she too sat as close as she could get to the small fire he'd managed to build in the crumbling hearth of the dilapidated cottage they now sheltered in for the night.

They'd been on a hunting trip and Geralt let Ciri talk him into venturing further and further out because she insisted on putting her newfound skills with a bow to the test and she was as stubborn as a goat on her good days. Geralt had let her have her way because he was enjoying the freedom outside the walls of the keep, his boredom through the winter starting to wear on him even with Ciri there to break the monotony.

Geralt could smell the storm coming and they managed to make it to the cottage just before full dark and they were both half frozen by the time he managed to gather enough dry kindling and wood to get the fire going and have enough to last the night. He'd taken shelter here many times before but this was the first time he wasn't alone as he looked down to see Ciri doing her damndest to set his cloak on fire.

He grabbed her back, "Watch those embers, that's my favorite cloak!" His harsh tone balanced with a smirk and twinkle in his eyes at Ciri's exasperated huff.

"Well I wouldn't feel the need to practically sit in the fire if you hadn't taken half the night to get the fire going!" She shot back, her eyebrow arched in challenge.

Geralt chuckled as he turned to let the fire warm his backside before replying, "Well maybe we could have been back home and warm in the keep if you hadn't insisted we continue further North just so you could kill a few tree's." The remark earned him a hard punch to his thigh and he grunted then chuckled again. Yes, the bow was definitely a new skill for her and she'd only managed to maim a few limbs and branches in her attempt to kill any game they came across. It's why she had insisted they go deeper and deeper into the forest as she tried to prove she could do it.

Geralt swung his large frame down and sat next to Ciri by the fire, their knees almost touching. A grumbling made its way out of the cloak and before Geralt could make a remark Ciri barked, "Leave off Geralt!"

Geralt bit his cheek to stifle a third chuckle and simply pulled two hard tack biscuits out of his pack and handed one to Ciri who took it while giving him a side eyed glare and began to nibble on it as he bit into his. They sat in silence as they each ate their meager dinner, sharing a wine skin to wash the dry bread down. Geralt sat thinking over the many times in the last year they had found themselves in similar situations. Ciri was turning out to be quite the brawler, she had a bit of a temper and a mean right hook to back it up.

The wine helped warm them further and soon they were relaxed and began to chat about the adventures, both laughing at the recounting of the many kinds of foliage endangered that day by Ciri's not so deadly aim as she playfully slapped Geralt for teasing her. Eventually the conversation turned to Ciri's upcoming seventeen birthday and Ciri began to nag Geralt again about taking her on a real monster hunt as her birthday gift.

"I think I should probably stick to the sword for monster hunts though." Ciri smiled widely up at Geralt and his breath hitched slightly. The firelight surrounded her in a halo of light sparking off her green eyes like flashing emeralds and her cheeks were flushed a lovely rose by the fire and the wine she had consumed. She looked small and vulnerable with his large cloak wrapped around her and the sudden surge of protectiveness he felt also held more than a tinge of possessiveness that caught him off guard.

Mine.

The thought once loose in his brain continued to ricochet until he was hyper aware of her closeness and her scent, now as familiar to him as his own suddenly making his skin feel tight and he couldn't help the flexing of his muscles in response.

Ciri having been training with Geralt for nearly two years now noticed the change in him immediately and instinctively grabbed for her sword thinking the sudden tenseness in him was due to a threat she hadn't picked up on yet. "What is it?" She sat quiet and still listening for any sound she may have missed. Inwardly berating herself for always being one step behind Geralt.

Geralt forced himself to relax and said simply, "It's nothing I just thought I better go check on Roach and make sure he is secure so he doesn't wander off in this storm."

Geralt rose quickly and swung out into the night hurrying to close the door behind him so the cottage retained the heat from the fire. He made his way to Roach where he was sheltered under a lean too and stroked Roach's soft nose as he took deep breaths trying to regain some composure. What the hell was he thinking, she was barely more than a child he berated himself. But the other side of his brain, the one that saw the beauty that Ciri was dismissed his rationale telling him, if there had been no war in Cintra Ciri would likely already be married to some Lord or Baron.

The thought of Ciri being married to some fat old bastard pulled a growl out of his chest making Roach skittish and snort. "Woah, Roach, easy…" Geralt soothed the horse in an attempt to calm his own emotions as much as the equine now bouncing around pulling at the rope sensing the Witcher's unease. Geralt laid his forehead against the long neck of the horse and took a deep breath of his scent, something that always calmed him as he gave in to the thoughts that were now plaguing him.

If he had not intervened, where would Ciri be. Many girls her age were already married, some with children by now. The fact that she was a princess and Queen Calanthe wanted to make a political move with Ciri's marriage is the only reason she was still unmarried. Calanthe hadn't had the chance to make the match before Cintra fell. Hell, Ciri's own mother Pavetta was wed to Duny at fifteen and Ciri was almost two years older now. Wasn't Pavetta promised to Duny by the Law of Surprise, so why shouldn't Ciri be his?

Mine.

Again the thought drowned out all other thoughts. The word repeated like a beating drum in his soul as he warred within himself trying to tamp down the animal instincts inside him that rose to the surface alighting his senses to the point he swore he could smell Ciri's inviting and unique scent through the snow whipping around his head, the smoke of the chimney, and behind the closed door of the cottage.

Feeling no calmer, Geralt made his way inside in case Ciri began to worry and came looking for him. Geralt stopped just inside the door and shut it quietly behind him. Ciri had spread Geralt's fur cloak in front of the fire, leaving room for him and fallen asleep. He grunted at himself. How many times had they slept next to each other on the road? More times than he could remember or count but the ease with which he would normally fell asleep to the warmth of the girl next to him eluded him this night.

Geralt lay gingerly next to Ciri and spent the next hour tense, uncomfortable, and overly warm as he listened to the even breathing and occasional sighs coming from Ciri next to him. It didn't help that she had curled into his side as she had done many times before. The heat of her skin traveled to his bones. The fire had died down some, the light darkening as it did, only serving to enhance the intimacy in the room. Unable to deny the urge any longer, Geralt rolled so that he was facing Ciri and drank her in with his eyes. What had changed so suddenly for him that he couldn't stop envisioning her below him. The vision in his minds eye was so clear his body shuddered in anticipation and a low keening sound began to emanate from deep within him. The sound disturbed Ciri and she tossed in her sleep throwing a leg over and across Geralt's.

Geralt froze, his whole body rigid as his wolf vision took in Ciri now splayed out before him. She'd thrown the leg closest to him high up on his thigh, leaving her legs splayed open and both her arms were tossed above her head as though she didn't have a care in the world. A small smile played around her lips and her eyelids fluttered in her sleep. Her silken lashes left shadows on her cheeks as long strands of ashen tresses escaped her braid and framed her face as they curled against skin that glowed golden in the low firelight. She was fully dressed but to Geralt's senses she may as well have been naked as the day she came into the world for all the good the material did to hide her from them.

Gods he wanted her. The full realization of just how bad was evident in the rock hard press of his cock against the lacings of his britches. He found his hand hovering just above her breast and didn't remember moving it toward her. His fingers shook slightly as the need to touch her became all consuming. Gingerly he traced a finger lightly across her exposed collar bone, that simple exchange of skin to skin contact lighting a fire in his belly as no other woman had, not even Yennifer.

Another sigh escaped Ciri and then he caught his breath and held it as he heard Geralt whisper across her lips as she snuggled into his side again. If Geralt had been an ordinary man he never could have discerned the reason for his name humming from her lips now, but Geralt was not ordinary and his olfactory sense was soon flooded with the musky pheromones of lust mixed with her natural sun ripe peaches, sea salt, and vanilla mixture drifting to his nostrils from the dreaming girl next to him creating an intoxicating aroma that seemed crafted to be the perfect aphrodisiac just for him.

The simmering desire he felt brewing now blazed and coiled in his gut sending fresh blood rushing to an already swollen cock making it pulse mercilessly against the constraints of his pants. Geralt growled low in his throat his body instinctively bowing and curling toward Ciri as he fought the urge to pull her directly beneath him. His fingers curled and clenched aching to touch her everywhere.

It was too much and not enough to have her so close to him. He had to have more and knowing that she was dreaming of him only cemented the conviction forming deep in his heart of hearts that she indeed was meant for him. The very cosmos themselves had intervened to bring her to him and make her his. Who was he to deny what fate had ordained?

It was this thought that freed him to reach for her. He gently cupped her cheek and turned her face to his whispering her name to wake her up. Her eyelids fluttered and opened, her expressive eyes searching in confusion as she stared into his intense gaze before sucking in her breath and her mouth forming a small oh before catching her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Ciri," Geralt whispered again to her now that she was awake. That one word filled so blatantly with the barely controlled desire and need Geralt was feeling. He wanted her, but he also needed her to want him. He stared into her eyes, the tension so thick he could taste it on his tongue. Ciri blinked up at him, a slew of emotions crossed her face as Geralt tried to gauge her reaction to his closeness and obvious intent.

Ciri began to shake, not with fear exactly, maybe something like it, but it wasn't fear of Geralt. It was more of the intensity of her own reaction to the look in his eyes. She'd never felt the way she did now. She didn't really understand these sudden emotions and that scared her. She didn't like feeling out of control and looking into Geralt's gaze she knew chaos was brewing in his expression. A deep longing she'd been burying rose to the surface and threatened to overwhelm her with its sharp intensity.

"Cirilla?", her name passed Geralt's lips again in a low guttural timbre and she discerned a multitude of emotions and questions in that one simple uttering of her name. Geralt's fingers trembled against her cheek and before she even realized what she was doing she brought her own hand up to press his palm against her lips as she turned and tenderly kissed the callouses there before turning back to look Geralt in the eyes, her cheek now pressed into the cup of his large hand.

The first touch of her lips against his skin seared Geralt to his soul. He sucked in a hot breath and began to lower his head slowly to Ciri never breaking eye contact with her, searching for any sign of reluctance or hesitation. He saw none. Just an expression of complete trust and wonder as she stared boldly back as a blush flitted across her cheekbones and pinking her ears.

Geralt carefully, as if handling fragile glass, tipped Ciri's face up to meet his as his lips found hers in a whisper soft kiss. No more than a brushing of his lips across hers before stopping with barely a centimeter of space between their lips as their uneven breaths mingled in the scant space between them. Geralt could still smell a hint of sweetness of the wine she drank on her breath.

He paused so long just staring into her eyes letting their breaths settle into a matching rhythm as he listened to the rising beat of both their hearts climb and chase each other into an echoing crescendo of each other. It was Ciri who broke first as she moved and closed the distance pressing her lips to his again in invitation and Geralt did not hesitate to oblige her.

He caught her up in his large arms pulling her into him to form her shape to his as his lips moved and coaxed hers to open for him. Ciri's arms wrapped around his neck and she tangled her fingers in his hair surprised to find it's texture much softer than she expected and moaned into the firm mouth now seeking her tongue with his.

Geralt slowly rolled his tongue into Ciri's mouth mentally taking notes of every sound she made, gauging what she most liked as his hands roamed her backside until his hands cupped her bottom and he slid his hand pulling Ciri's leg to wrap it high around his thigh all the while reminding himself he had to go slow for Ciri's sake, then almost instantly abandoned the thought when Ciri brought her hands down and began to tug and pull on his shirt trying to rid him of it.

Geralt growled low in his throat and with one arm reached over his head to drag the offending garment off to be tossed aside carelessly before grabbing Ciri to him once more, their mouths crashing together as Ciri raked her nails through the hair on his chest leaving red streaks in their wake making Geralt hiss and moan at the same time as he rolled, pulling Ciri on top of him.

Ciri gasped as she found herself astride Geralt's hips, she could feel the pressure of his manhood through his pants press into the juncture of her thighs. A demanding pulse was beating there and the friction she found in this position released it somewhat and she instinctively ground her hips down trying to release more of the pressure. When she did Geralt ground out a guttural fuck and she found she liked the sound of that and did it again making him grunt and throw his head back as he grabbed her high up on her thighs, so high his thumbs were nearly touching the center of her as he pressed her down hard against him. She took the opportunity to slide her fingers up his stomach feeling the muscles clench beneath her hands, excitement filling her at Geralt's reactions to her touch.

Geralt grunted as he slid his hands up to grip Ciri's blouse still tucked into her waistband, "Sweetheart, I want to see you." The low rumble of the words passed his lips and again he had to remind himself this was Ciri, not one of his experienced whores for a night.

Ciri blushed again but gave him a brave nod looking him in the eyes as he pulled the shirt from the band of her pants and proceeded to pull it over her head her breasts jutting forward, the dusky rose of her nipples already pulled tight and Geralt slid his hands to cup their weight as his thumbs brushed the tips eliciting a small gasp from Ciri and Geralt leaned up unable to resist tasting her. He flicked his tongue lightly across her left nipple and Ciri moaned as her head drew back and pushing her breast forward and Geralt growled again this time rolling his tongue around and drawing the nipple deep into his mouth before letting his teeth scrape the bud slightly as it drew from his lips.

The mewling sounds Ciri was making was driving Geralt mad. He switched to her other breast, his tongue laving across and suckling it until Ciri grabbed his hair in two hands as she gasped and panted. Geralt grinned around her nipple basking in her reactions to his touch. He pulled her head down to capture her lips in another searing kiss until he had to pull away his breath heaving with the racing of his heart.

Geralt still cupping Ciri's face in his palms grunted out as he lay his forehead against hers, "Gods Ciri, I want you, I want to be inside you, but I need you to be sure you want this, because if not, we have to stop now or I may not be able too."

Ciri clutched at Geralt's shoulders needing to ground herself before she flew off somewhere into the universe. "If you stop now, I might just stab you in your sleep White Wolf!"

Geralt threw back his head and laughed knowing she meant it then brought his lips crushing back to hers as he lifted her and swung her beneath him. Ciri's legs wrapped tightly around his hips and Geralt kissed and sucked his way down Ciri's neck to her collar bone until she was writhing beneath him.

He didn't stop there, he licked his way across both her breasts gently squeezing them together as he playfully sucked both nipples into his mouth at once before traveling down to her navel to dip his tongue there and feeling her stomach contract as he nibbled his way to her hip bone. Geralt grasped her pants in both hands and Ciri immediately lifted for him allowing him to slide the pants down past her hips and beyond as she kicked her feet and sent the them over both their heads.

Geralt stopped to look his fill. He was kneeling between her legs and she was completely naked before him. The pale blonde hair of her Mound of Venus already glistening with moisture, her breasts flushed and rising in uneven breaths as she watched his eyes drink her in. He grabbed her ankle and brought it to his lips, kissing the delicate bone there, his hand sliding up with his mouth following and leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles in its wake until his was at the juncture of her thighs.

Ciri's breath was ragged and she shivered uncontrollably, her brain finally coming to terms that this was real and not one of her many dreams she'd had of her White Wolf. Ciri watched in awe as Geralt nuzzled his nose into her most private arts before he spoke, his hot breath ghosting across the most sensitive of her flesh, "Gods, you smell incredible, I can't wait to see if you taste just as good." Then before she had time to grasp his meaning his tongue delved deep into the cleft of her folds, it's velvet texture hot and wet against her sensitive flesh making her legs clench against his face and her back arched off the floor.

The squeal that escaped Ciri this time produced another answering growl from Geralt as he wrapped his arms around her thighs to hold her down as he raked his tongue repeatedly around the bud at her center until she was mewling curses as she grasped at his hair and shoulders needfully.

"What do you want sweetheart, tell me." Geralt demanded, his voice hoarse and low.

"I…I want…more…you…Geralt I need more!" Ciri gasped out and Geralt drove his tongue deep into the core of her as he pressed his thumb to the heavily swollen bud and caressed it rhythmically. It felt like only moments and Ciri was crying out as she fell apart under him. Her orgasm shuddered through her body making her clench around his tongue as he continued to caress her clit as the flow of her juices filled his mouth and he lapped them up hungrily.

As Ciri lay gasping, Geralt quickly divested himself of his own pants before lowering himself back to her, pressing her body into the cloak covered floor below her. He captured her lips in another kiss letting her taste herself on his tongue. His cock was drooling with need and he used it to stroke himself slick as he aligned himself at her core.

"Ciri, sweetheart, open your eyes, look at me."

Ciri's green eyes fluttered open, staring into the glowing yellow of Geralt's. Geralt whispered "Wrap your legs around me," and she did, linking her ankles at the base of his spine as he pressed his hips forward until she felt the head of his cock pressing her open making her gasp at the pressure.

Geralt wrapped his arms around Ciri cradling her to him as he gripped her shoulders. He didn't want to hurt her but knew this first time it couldn't be helped, he rocked his hips forward slightly balancing himself as he held Ciri's eyes as she looked up at him trusting him completely. He dipped his head and captured her mouth as he thrust forward sharply breaching her maidenhead and burying himself to the hilt, Ciri's cry of pain captured with his lips.

Once he seated himself within her he stilled, giving her body time to adjust to the feel and shape of him. He rested his forehead to hers breathing deeply, letting her heat and tightness clench around him. It was heaven and agony. She shivered and he kissed her eyelids and her nose before gripping her chin to kiss her deeply on the mouth. "I'm sorry for the pain sweetheart, I need to move now, are you ready?"

Ciri shook her head her eyes wide in wonder, the feeling of Geralt inside her at once foreign and wonderful at the same time. She'd never felt so many things at once in her life. It was as if she'd been missing a piece of her soul and only just now found it, her sense of completeness nearly as overwhelming as the fullness she felt with Geralt deep in her belly.

Geralt pulled back slowly and a deep groan escaped him as he pushed in deeply, he dropped his head burying his face in the curve of Ciri's neck breathing in her scent as he started slowly thrusting in and out of her keeping tight control over his movements until Ciri began to pant and tentatively meeting his thrusts.

Geralt's body developed a sheen of sweat as he picked up speed and rose up on his arms allowing him more leverage to thrust deeper. Ciri clung to him, her nails digging into his back as Geralt's control began to unravel. He thrust deep and hard, Ciri gasping at the pace and reveling in it. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed in the room their breaths and moans mingling in the stillness of the night.

Ciri felt Geralt reach between them and his thumb found the bud of her clitoris pressing into it as he thrust harder. Her legs quivered and she flexed and gripped the fur cloak she lay upon when her back arched up involuntarily as the pressure built higher and higher in her loins.

Geralt was so close, he felt his testicles drawing tighter to his body but he needed Ciri with him when he came, needed it as much as he needed the release himself, "Sweetheart, let go, come… fly with me." Geralt angled his body again thrusting impossibly deeper and Ciri saw stars when he was suddenly hitting some spot within her wrenching a screaming "fuck fuck fuck" from her at the intensity and did just as he commanded and her body burst into atoms and flew out into the stars. Geralt felt her clench around him once and he was gone too, pumping erratically as he gave one last guttural howl and then his seed was pouring into her as he pushed deep into her letting the rhythmic spasms of her climax milk him dry.

Geralt all but collapsed, only just managing to pull Ciri with him so that they were laying side by side with her leg wrapped strongly around his hip still buried in her, feeling the after shocks of her release periodically squeezing him tighter. They lay panting, their body's slipping against each other wetly, and Geralt hugged Ciri too him and crooned lowly as he lay soft as butterfly wing kisses anywhere he could get his lips to her skin. She clung to him as the atoms in her body finely returned and settled her back into a human again. Making her whole but not quite the same. For something was fundamentally different now. Now, her body was no longer just hers, but tethered to the man still inside her and she knew that would be an irrevocable change from this moment on.

Geralt's heart beat finally slowed back to a normal rhythm as he cradled Ciri to him even after his now sated cock slid from her leaving him feeling almost bereft at the separation. But that didn't matter, because part of her now belonged completely to Geralt of Rivera just as he now belonged to Ciri..

Destiny had brought them together, and together they would remain.

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Geralt stirred awake slowly. His keen senses taking in the feel of Ciri wrapped in his embrace, her long hair loose and tangled around his wrists having come loose from her braid, well before his eyes opened fully.

Both Ciri and his legs were tangled together, her head on his bicep with his arms wrapped around her offering their warmth even in sleep. The fire was only embers, and the room was chilly with bright sun shining through the hazy and dusty glass of the window, the storm having passed in the night.

Geralt took a deep breath, the lingering smell of their lovemaking still strong enough he could taste it on his tongue. It caused a stir of arousal in him, but he quickly tamped it down knowing Ciri would likely be sore this morning and he needed to take care with her. The pang of protectiveness with that possessive undertone hit him again. Mine. She was his now. Completely. She was his responsibility to keep safe and he felt that now even more deeply than he thought possible.

Slowly, so as not to wake her, he extricated himself from their tangled limbs. Ciri turned seeking his warmth in her sleep and he wrapped the cloak around her to keep her warm in his absence. He stoked the fire bringing the embers to a bright glow and added more wood so that it caught and within a few minutes he had a blazing fire warming the room again. He took their cooking pot out of his pack and set about warming water from their supply over the fire.

The cold boards of the floor began to warm with the heat on his bare feet where he stood completely nude in front of the flames, his thoughts wandering as he waited for the water to heat. He replayed last night over in his head, unable to stop the images, and when he opened his eyes, his dick was hard and jutting out and Geralt grunted at it reproachfully.

He grabbed his pants off the floor and pulled them on thinking the material would help hide his errant prick when Ciri awoke. He felt like a randy youth unable to control his own erection at the mere thought of the girl lying wrapped in the fur of his cloak. He padded quietly to the window and stared out at the frozen landscape set afire by the sun now shining over the hilltop. The glistening beauty of the freshly lain snow never ceased to amaze him, not even after all these years.

"Geralt?"

Geralt turned and found Ciri sitting up with his cloak clutched loosely around her bare shoulder's looking at him with uncharacteristic uncertainty in her eyes.

"Cirilla…" He let her name linger in a low gravelly timbre, then dropped to a knee before her and tipped her chin up to place a light kiss to her lips, his golden eyes searching her green ones.

Geralt held up a finger when Ciri looked as if she would speak again, and he rose and grabbed the now steaming water from the fire using a couple pieces of leftover kindling to leverage it out of the flames. He pulled a strip of linen from his pack and dipped it into the water. He hissed at the heat on his fingers as he rang out the excess back into the pot. He let it cool a few moments, so it wasn't too hot for Ciri's soft skin, then gently coaxed Ciri to lay back as she watched him with now questioning eyes.

Geralt tipped her nose with his finger teasingly and she smiled as he took the warm cloth and proceeded to caress it across the curve of her collar bones. He didn't speak and neither did she, the quiet in the space not uncomfortable but full of unspoken emotions. Geralt took his time bathing her. His wolfish eyes watching the gooseflesh break out on her skin as the heat and wet of the cloth smoothed across her flesh wherever he touched her.

Ciri closed her eyes and melted back into the fur as Geralt continued his ministrations with the warm cloth. She could hear the water dripping and splashing as he rang it out after refreshing it several times keeping the heat just right for her flesh. She gave a gasp when he let the water run between her legs, her teeth biting into her bottom lip when he spent what she thought was an exorbitant amount of time gently cleaning her in that place making her cheeks redden with the intimacy of the act.

He took a moment to wash himself of a few smears of dried blood. Geralt's voice was raw and low when he asked, "Are you very sore this morning?"

Ciri peeked at him from under her lashes and she was dazzled by him. His pale skin glowed in the light of the morning sun, stretched across thick corded muscles that she knew held strength beyond that of any ordinary man's and yet here he was touching her with measured gentleness. Instead of speaking she rose and pulled him to her, her lips seeking his bravely.

Geralt grunted and kissed her languidly, their lips joining slowly giving their breaths time to mingle between them. She cupped his face as they kissed liking the feel of his scruff beneath her fingers. She prided herself on being a quick study and she darted her tongue in to play with Geralt's and thrilled at the groan he gave her as a reward.

"Ciri…" Geralt nearly growled out, "Gods girl… what you do to me."

"What… what do I do Geralt?" Ciri challenged him.

Geralt chuckled low, "I think you know exactly what you minx, but enough for now, we need to get back to Kaer Morhen. They were expecting us yesterday. Besides, you will need time to heal from last night."

Ciri pouted. She wasn't ready to leave. She didn't want to have to face the reality of what lay in wait in the real world for her just yet. She wanted time to enjoy this newfound part of their relationship without the prying eyes of the other Witcher's judging her or Geralt of which she was positive Lambert, at the very least, would have plenty to say about it. The thought of trying to hide it was pointless, Geralt's brothers would smell it on them the second they walked back into Kaer Morhen.

Geralt was up and moving, packing the few things they had back into their traveling bag. Ciri grinned to herself deciding she needed to come up with a plan. She stood and stretched before tiptoeing to the fire to warm her hands. She grabbed a comb from her pack and spent several minutes untangling her hair before she pulled the long ashen tresses over her shoulder to plait them. The comb slipped from her hand, and she bent at the waist to retrieve it. She turned ready to plead her case to Geralt but froze at the look he was now giving her.

His eyes were dark, she could barely see a halo of gold around his large black and dilated pupils. He seemed to be near panting as if he'd just been running, the muscles of his jaw clenching, and she watched as he lifted his face and scented the air before closing his eyes and ground out a deep, "Cirilla" then nothing as he hung his head, eyes squeezed shut as if concentrating very hard on something.

The sound of her name spoken by him as it was, sent a myriad of shivers down her spine. It was only then that Ciri remembered she was completely naked. She'd been so busy trying to think up a plan she had nearly forgotten the best weapons at her disposal.

"Geralt."

Geralt's head snapped up, his predatory gaze finding her instantly as she took slow deliberate steps toward him.

"I don't want to return to Kaer Morhen just yet. I want to stay here… with you."

Ciri let the implication of her words sink in as she made the last two steps and nearly pressed her front to Geralt's.

Geralt grunted then started to take Ciri by the arms then thought better of touching her, "Ciri… I'm trying to… I don't want to be the cause of any undue discomfort for you. You don't know your own limits."

"Don't know my own limits?" Ciri was starting to get angry, "Well you're mighty full of yourself aren't you White Wolf! What, you think one romp with you, and I should be laid up for a week?"

Geralt huffed out, "That isn't what I meant, you know that. I'm just trying to…"

Ciri stopped his words with a fierce kiss. It was all heat, tongue, and teeth as though daring the Witcher to deny her what she wanted. She grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head from her mouth, "I'm stronger than you've ever given me credit for. I don't need to be handled like glass Geralt. In case you haven't realized, I don't break so easy."

Geralt growled low in his chest the moment Ciri yanked his hair, he took a few seconds to search her face as if deciding something then she found herself being lifted and they slammed into the wall behind them. Geralt immediately turned, pressing Ciri's back against the faded wood slats as he brought her legs up to wrap around his hips then pressed her hands above her head with his.

Ciri clung to him with her legs as he growled, nipped, and licked his way across her neck and behind her ears, returning over… and over again… to her mouth until her lips were dark pink and swollen, his scruff scraping deliciously across her tender flesh before he found the tips of her breasts and lavished them with the same attention making her squirm and mewl like a needy kitten.

Geralt maneuvered himself so that he had Ciri pinned by both wrists in one hand as his other pushed his still unfastened breeches down his hips freeing his ready and swollen cock. He didn't even check if she was ready, he could smell she was, and it was driving him mad with need. He lined up to her core and sunk into her. Her sheath enveloped his prick, so hot and tight against him he whined with the intensity of it. He wrapped his free arm around Ciri's waist and used his strength to hold her in place as he pumped into her, Ciri's head coming forward to rest on his shoulder as she bit into the skin there muffling her moans of pleasure.

Ciri felt her body melting and molding to Geralt's in a give and take with each thrust that was so intense in its sensations she could barely process any thought; she could only feel. The slide of their body's everywhere they touched, the heat of Geralt's panting breath as it ghosted over her skin, the push and pull of her insides as he thrust deeply into her core. She became aware of a keening sound and realized it was coming from her and her legs trembled with the rising tide of her impending climax. She could feel it building, like a tidal wave pulling all the water out from the shore, building strength and then the sudden release as the wave crested and came crashing back down. Her head flung back, and she screamed with the release, the windows rattled with the force of it, her hold on her magic nearly slipping.

Geralt answered her scream with a resounding roar of his own and pumped furiously several more times and then he was spilling into her, the heat of his seed filling her as he pressed up, trying to sink as deep as possible.

They lay against each other gasping as their hearts slowed from their climax. Ciri's head lolled on Geralt's shoulder. Geralt turned and carried her back to the cloak and lay them down, cradling her too him. Gods she would one day be the death of him, but until then, he planned to enjoy every moment he could with her. After so many decades of being alone, this sudden desire to be with someone was both foreign and welcome. She would be a challenge, of that he had no doubt, but would he really have been happy with anything less. He smiled and placed a kiss on her temple, and she murmured, already nearly asleep.

Yes, this woman, would someday be the death of him, but he would die happier than he ever believed he could.