Swordplay

Triss was snuggling back against me as always, holding her hands in mine, resting them against her chest as her back pressed into my chest. "Did it bother you?" I asked. It was the only thing still on my mind from the previous night.

"No. He deserved more."

"Okay."

"Does it bother you?"

"I'd have choked him with my bare hands, Triss."

"And I'd have watched you do it feeling rather content with my life."

I paused before I chuckled. "Okay, are we a little fucked up or…"

She spun around and kissed me. "Don't worry, it's not arousing but… I learned what others would have gone through. The interrogations and the torture. I lost a few fingernails. God knows what others were put through before they were finally led to the pyre." She laid a soft kiss on my chest. "We did the right thing, Ragnar. Those witch hunters which remain now have no leader. And they will now be scared. Everyone who was there is dead. No witnesses."

"Or so we hope."

She remained silent, kissing my chest again. "We'll be just fine, Ragnar," she said softly.

We eventually rose out of bed, Triss bandaging up her fingers before putting on her clothing. Heading downstairs, we ate breakfast before starting out for the day, finding Geralt and Zoltan at the usual place, but with an unusual visitor in Priscilla. Once I'd sat down with a tankard of beer, the next idea they had was explained. And that's when I said, "Sounds like you won't need my help with this one."

"You have other plans, Ragnar?"

"Aye. I remember promising a young woman a sword lesson."

"What young woman?" Priscilla asked.

"Rosa var Attre, daughter of the Nilfgaardian ambassador."

Zoltan burst into laughter. "Are you seriously considering ploughing the daughter of the ambassador?"

"Just add it to his list," Geralt murmured, meeting my eyes and smirking.

Priscilla had likely heard stories from Dandelion but, while she appeared amused, didn't say anything. Finishing my beer, I wished them good luck, and told them once they had Dudu safe and sound, to get in contact and we'd make our next move. I walked out, chuckling at the idea of Geralt trying to put on a play. I knew it was going to take a few days to get it all sorted, which was actually a slight relief, as I thought it might be an opportunity to finally help Triss with whatever she was trying to do.

Walking into Gildorf was a pleasant change of scenery as always. Thankfully it was the same guard captain outside the house with a pair of his lackeys. He didn't remember me, but once I said I was there to instruct the young lady in swordplay, he laughed, remembered me immediately, and just warned me to be careful, politely opening the door for me and gesturing inside.

A servant heard me enter and approached, asking me to head downstairs and wait for Rosa. I didn't have to wait long, taking off my chest piece at least, relaxing back in just a tunic, eventually walking around to take in some of the fine weapons and armour on display.

"Father isn't a fighter himself but he does like to show off."

I glanced back to see who I hoped was Rosa. Noticing my slight concern, she smiled. "It's Rosa, Ragnar. Edna isn't home anyway."

"Oh, good. Though I might have to test your skill with a sword to make sure."

"Is that the only thing you're here for?" she asked, taking a couple of steps closer to me.

Turning towards her, I leaned back against the display cabinet I'd been looking in. "Depends what else is on your mind, Rosa."

She stepped towards me again, confidence and nerves all mixed up in a single gesture. When she was barely a pace away, I stood up as she needed to look up at me. "You're certainly no bard, that's for sure," she whispered, "Please tell me you won't try and sing, play a lute or something in an attempt to woo me."

"I'm figuring wooing you would involve something physical… like swordplay…"

"Man after my own heart."

I walked past her and picked up two wooden swords, turning to hand her one. "Okay, here are the rules. For every hit you get on me, you…"

"Get a kiss?"

I couldn't help chuckle, which turned into a full blown laugh when she immediately tapped my arm with the sword. Stepping closer to me, a cheeky but shy grin on her face, I leaned down and met her lips. It was a short kiss, but when she pulled back, there was certainly more colour in her cheeks. "And if you hit me?" she asked softly.

"Hmmm… Might just have to return the favour." I tapped her butt with the sword and pulled her in close. The look in her eyes was just what I wanted to see as I leaned down and kiss her again, this time our mouths opening as she accepted my tongue. Swords were quickly dropped to the ground as I pulled her into my body, eagerly accepting my tongue as my hands found their way to her rather tight little arse, giving that a gentle squeeze as she couldn't help giggle.

"My sister can have the bard. I'm having you," she whispered upon breaking the kiss.

"Make an impression?"

"I really don't care about a sword lesson right now, that's for damned sure."

"Are we staying down here or…?"

"My room. Father isn't here. He'll find out but I don't care."

She took me by the hand and led me upstairs. Her bedroom was on the next level again. It was decked out as I expected, signs of exquisite taste, particularly the use of colour, with the finest apparel used in regards to things such as the couch, the bedsheets and the curtains. Shutting and locking the door, she leaned back against it and grinned.

"You're the first man I've ever had up here." Noticing the look of concern, she giggled. "Don't worry, Ragnar, you're not my first." I'll admit I sighed with relief. "I think part of the reason father sent us here is that Edna and I could find ourselves in trouble back home. She's obviously far worse than me, but that's not to say I don't enjoy a good time."

"With a man you've only met once."

"I had a good feeling about you immediately."

I sat down on the edge of the bed and gestured with a finger to join me. As she approached, she undid the buttons of her jacket, letting that fall to the ground, wearing only a thin white shirt underneath, a pair of tight black trousers and boots, hair done up as before. Placing a knee to either side of my body, she straddled my lap and kissed me, making me grin as it was immediately deep and passionate, my fingers moving to the buttons of her shirt, which made her smile. Once they were undone, I helped her shrug that off, finally able to feel her very soft skin at my fingertips.

"Think you just want me naked."

"Aye."

My tunic disappeared next, watching her sit back as her fingers run up my arms, over my shoulders before moving down my back, feeling her fingers take in the numerous scars, before she ran them up and down my chest, feeling more scars. "Warrior," she whispered.

"Aye."

That made her smile before I kissed her again, making her squeal as I rolled her onto her back. As she scooted back, I took off everything except my underwear, before crawling towards her. She definitely enjoyed the look in my eyes, the look on her face, the way her lips parted, the rise and fall of her chest. I could just imagine how fast her heart was beating in anticipation. Taking off her boots, thick socks then trousers, leaving her in black underwear, I liked what I saw in return. It suited her pale skin, though the slight colouring amused me, as it was obvious she was excited.

Though she looked good in underwear, I loved looking at a woman in good underwear, I wanted to see her naked even more. I could take off a bra blindfolded and with one hand, and I certainly appreciated the perky breasts that appeared as I threw her bra somewhere behind me. "That was expensive!" she said with a giggle.

"Buy you a new one," I stated before my mouth found one of her breasts, enjoying the immediate gasp she made, fingers soon running through my hair. I had a feeling she may have been around the same age as Tamara, but Rosa was far fitter. She had the body of someone who continually exercised. Explained that tight little arse she had, and the legs I was already looking forward to being wrapped around me.

Leaving her rather nice breasts alone, I kissed down her rather toned body before arriving at the fabric of her panties. I could feel the warmth from underneath and also inhale her scent. She was rather excited. Hooking my fingers in the band, I was just about ready to peel them off when she whispered, "Stop."

I looked up and the colour in her cheeks almost made me chuckle. But the look in her eyes… I already knew what she was going to say. "You're… I mean, I've been this far but…"

"I'm your first, aren't I?" She couldn't meet my eyes and nodded. I slowly kissed back up her body before I rested above her, using a finger so her eyes met mine. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"More than anything. It's just… you know… big deal and all…"

I couldn't help chuckle to myself. "I'm going to get a reputation with all this."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you're not the first virgin I've had recently."

"Oh…"

"Does that bother you?"

"No, not at all. You're obviously older and had sex."

"Obviously?"

That made her giggle, giving me a playful push. "You know what I mean." I leaned down and gave her a soft kiss, feeling her arms wrap around me, running my hand back down towards her arse, feeling her smile as I kissed her. "I want this," she whispered, "Please go back to what you were about to do."

Kissing back down her body, I ran my nose over the band and pressed it into her pussy, making her giggle again before I hooked my fingers in her panties again, looking up into her eyes as I slowly moved them down her thighs, over her knees and all the way off, depositing on the ground next to the bed. She immediately closed her legs, which didn't surprise me, so I gently spread them apart. What surprised me was the fact she was completely bald. Not a hair anywhere on her pussy. I definitely raised my eyebrows.

"I… um… planned this… obviously… Do you like it?"

"Love it, Rosa. And I can see you're rather excited."

"I've made myself orgasm before. Always wondered what it would feel like when someone else helps." I met her eyes and she just smiled at me. "Will I cry?"

"Maybe. Just depends on how you're feeling at the time. How do you feel now?"

"Nervous. Excited. Very turned on."

"What would you like me to do now?"

"Take off your underwear first."

So I did, sitting on my knees once I was naked. Her eyes widened considerably as she immediately sat on her knees before me, shuffling closer. Feeling her fingers grip my shaft, I simply smiled as she showed immediate curiosity. "I've felt it through your trousers but… it looks big…"

"The Divines did bless me with more than one gift."

"How big is it?"

"Larger than average. Never heard any complaints either way. I always take my time. Last thing I want to do is hurt who I'm with."

She met my eyes and leaned up to kiss me again, her hand still gripping my cock, I did growl into her mouth a little, which made her giggle. Gently resting her on her back again, I kissed down her body again before I was back where we both wanted, her legs spread, her pussy glistening with excitement. That first lick up her slit made her gasp, and I spent quite a while just teasing her, watching the way her body reacted, the noises she made.

I agreed with myself not to use my fingers on her, relying on just my tongue and all the tricks I knew to make her cum. That meant I could wrap both hands around her thighs and hold her in place, as I knew she was going to react, positively, but react all the same. "Ragnar," she breathed, her body already writhing at what I was doing. I had a feeling it might not take too long.

But I didn't want it to arrive too quickly, savouring her taste, the contours of her pussy, the way her body move, how toned but soft it felt, a strange feeling at times. She tried to look up and watch me, but whenever she met my eyes, she needed to look away. When she moaned loudly, her back arching slightly, I knew she was on her way, switching immediately to teasing her clit at the same time.

"Oh god!" she cried out softly.

Once she released another loud, long moan, it was only going to be a few seconds. She tried to clamp her legs closed as the orgasm hit her, watching her back arch in that almost usual way, seemingly unsure what to do with her hands, though one eventually found its way into my hair, grabbing on rather tightly.

As soon as she settled down, she burst into tears. I stopped immediately, crawling up to lie next to her, pulling her into my chest. She wasn't sobbing but it had clearly been a bigger moment than she anticipated. "Sorry," she murmured.

"You're not the first one. I have lovers that still need a little cry every so often if it's really good. Certainly nothing to embarrassed about."

She took a few deep breaths, no doubt waiting for her heart to start thundering along. "Lovers?"

I shushed her. "I'm here with you, Rosa. Thinking only about you. Only want to be here with you right now."

Lifting her head, I leaned down to kiss her, another instant smile on her lips as I rolled her over again, feeling my cock rest against her. She looked down and the smile broadened before she met my eyes again. Moving my body, I soon had the head of my cock ready to slide inside her, continuing to watch her eyes. I didn't want to move until she was sure.

"Please," she whispered. In fact, there was a certain tone of need in her voice that did please me. At that moment, she probably couldn't think about anything else.

Divines, she felt wonderful. I took my time sliding inside her as she was obviously very tight. She did whisper, as I was sliding inside her, that the only thing that had ever been there were her own fingers. I had to stop and chuckle as she happily admitted that. "Only two, Ragnar. Always felt really good though." She paused and kissed my cheek. "God, this already feels a million times better!"

"Haven't even started yet."

Once we were comfortable and had a rhythm going, she was thoroughly enjoying herself. I had to give her some hints and tips, which I didn't mind doing in the slightest. Depending on how long I was in Novigrad, I would hope to visit her again, but whatever we learned together, whoever she ended up with would be a very lucky man.

Letting her know that wrapping her legs around me would be good for both of us, once she did that, and the angle changed, the moan she released made me chuckle. She blushed before I leaned down and kissed her, feeling her fingers dig into my back as I picked up the tempo slightly, getting rather excited myself. "I can't believe it," she whispered.

"What?" I whispered back.

"I'm just… doing this… with you…" Then she smiled. "I thought about you for days after our first meeting."

"Make an impression?"

"If my stupid sister…"

"Definitely made an impression!"

I couldn't last forever and when I did finally cum, she giggled as I groaned, though she whispered it was because she could feel it. All I could do was rest on my forearms and try not to squash her, feeling her arms and legs wrap tighter around me, leaving soft kisses on my cheek as I relaxed.

Staying inside her, we took a few minutes to just relax, making out as we did, and she was certainly much more affectionate now, her hands all over my body and up through my hair, and she barely stopped kissing me the entire time. When I started to thrust into her again, she couldn't help giggle. "Again already?"

"Want me to stop?"

"No, I just thought it would take longer!"

Like always, she ended up on top, a little unsure what to do, so I bent my legs so she leaned forward, and after a little practice, she was soon riding me with a big grin on her face. I moved at the same time, and like most of my lovers, riding me resulted in an orgasm. When she enjoyed her second one that morning, there was no tears, breaking out into giggles this time, and she kept on riding me through it.

Running my hands down her back to her arse, I was soon gently pumping into her at the same time, and it's safe to say that's when I started to 'fuck' her. Never as hard as some of my other lovers, but she certainly seemed to enjoy it. There was one thing I really wanted to do though, so after she had another orgasm a little later, I positioned her on her knees, leaning her forward, as I slid into her from behind.

"Oh my," she whispered.

With that tight little arse on display, I'll admit my cock looked positively enormous disappearing inside her. Gently grabbing her by the hips, I started to pump into her. Her reaction was overwhelmingly positive, resting her head on a pillow, moaning away, and I knew I just wasn't going to last long at all. Feeling myself getting close, I lifted her up, resting her back against my chest, pumping into her a little faster, my fingers running down her body to her clit.

"Oh god!" she cried out, turning her head so I could I kiss her.

I came hard, barely able to remain on my knees, and I was thankful that the fact I kept pumping, and able to bring her off again, meant I could lean us both forward so we could relax, leaving soft kisses on her upper back and neck, earning more giggles.

Finally pulling out, I rolled on my back as she immediately cuddled into me. "I feel it… leaking out…"

"Want to me to grab something?"

"No. First time, want to enjoy the feeling." I met her eyes and grinned. "I never… you know…"

"Don't worry about it. I'm a man and love blowjobs, but I always prefer what I did to you before making love."

We lay in bed together until lunchtime, any idea about 'pumping' for information having evaporated once I had her naked. I just wanted to enjoy a few hours with this rather beautiful young woman. Once our stomachs started to rumble, she asked if I wanted to enjoy lunch with her downstairs. I must have looked concerned as she laughed. "It will be fine, Ragnar. Come on, I'm ravenous after what we just did."

Putting on all our clothes, she kissed me one final time before leading me downstairs towards the dining room. Her sister had arrived home in the intervening period, already sat at the table. Once we were sat down, servants delivered what seemed like platters of food. Meats. Fruits and vegetables. Half a dozen different sorts of breads. And plenty of things for those with a sweet tooth.

I did my best to behave myself, but Edna was very interested in my presence. "I was not expecting you here for lunch," she stated.

"Rosa and I enjoyed a very physical lesson."

"I'm certainly worn out," Rosa added, "Used muscles I haven't used in a very long time. Same again after lunch, Ragnar?"

"Maybe we could mix in a little swordplay and something else?"

"If we stretch it out long enough, you could stay for dinner?"

I met her eyes and grinned. "I like that. But… erm…" I glanced at her sister and then the servants. I stayed silent a moment before stating, "Sure, I'll stay for dinner."

Edna was definitely thinking something but neither Rosa or I gave ourselves away. She eventually left the two of us alone, and that's when one of the servants approached us, clearing his throat. "Is sir staying for dinner? If you are, we can prepare a few dishes."

"Um, sure, I guess."

He looked at Rosa before looking back at me. "Sir, if I may. Though the comings and goings of the Ladies var Attre are reported to their father, as he wants to know that they are safe while outside the safety of these walls, what the ladies do within these four walls are entirely their own business. If sir wishes to remain for dinner and the evening, that only concerns yourself and Lady var Attre."

I glanced at Rosa, and she'd obviously never heard that before, as she forked a bit of fruit into her mouth, the colour in her cheeks earning a chuckle from myself. "Thank you," I said.

"You are welcome, sir. Always nice to have visitors. And Lady var Attre certainly does enjoy training with the sword."

After lunch, she took me by the hand and led me outside to their expansive garden. I don't think she was much of a gardener herself, but we did need to relax after eating, and heading upstairs just to start making love again probably wasn't a good idea either. Still, she was rather more affectionate than I would have thought, wanting to hold my hand or hug me almost constantly. I certainly wasn't complaining, the change in behaviour was rather cute.

Once lunch had settled, we wandered back inside and downstairs, spending a couple of hours going through a series of exercises. Rosa had natural talent, but she certainly learned a few things during our long lesson. When it came to sparring, we both chuckled as we used the same terms as before. I think, by the end, we spent much more time kissing each other than anything else.

"I knew it!" a voice cried, Rosa and I breaking apart, looking towards the bottom of the stairs to see her sister standing there, "I knew something was going on!"

"Go away, Edna," Rosa stated with a sigh. I just hugged her tighter to me, earning a smile.

"Hang on, this is more than just a lesson and a few kisses. You…" Her mouth opened wide. "You've had sex! Did you fuck my sister, Ragnar?"

"We made love. He didn't just fuck me like some common trollop, Edna!"

"I can't… You finally gave it up, did you? After all this time!"

"I didn't give it up or anything or the sort, Edna. Ragnar is… a warrior. Just the sort of man I've always wanted." She caressed my cheek while meeting my eyes. "I'm glad I waited for someone like him." She glanced away and added, "Certainly not like some of the pathetic little boys you've had in your bed. Now, if you don't mind, Ragnar and I still have a few more drills to complete. Then he's staying for dinner. Then he's staying the night. Is that right, Ragnar?"

"Definitely am now, Miss var Attre." Edna stormed off, which was a little bit of a surprise. Looking back at Rosa, she simply returned my look and smiled, giving me a soft kiss. "Is she jealous?"

"Probably. She's always been more of a free spirit. I am certainly the more reserved. As I said, I was just waiting for someone."

"Like me?"

"Like you. But I also know this is only… a fling for both of us. Hopefully not just a one-time fling though."

I leaned down and laid a soft kiss on her in return. "I hope not too," I said softly.

We stayed downstairs until a servant called us for dinner. We were both feeling rather hot and sweaty by then, not due to anything except for a lot of sparring, laughing, talking and a little making out. Dinner was superb. The meat alone was perfectly cooked, succulent and served with the sort of sauces that only heightened the flavour. Washing it down with some of the finest liquor known to man, I had to keep everything in moderation, particularly as Rosa wasn't shy in whispering what she wanted me to do to her once we were back upstairs. There were one or two suggestions that certainly made me glance at her in surprise.

Edna joined us and was surprisingly quiet. In fact, Rosa and I barely noticed her presence, still managing to converse about anything that came to mind, that I mostly regaled with stories of my own life. I avoided anything to do with my love life so mostly talked about the battles I'd fought, and she certainly loved hearing about dragon fighting or my adventures with the Companions. Whether she thought I was slightly nuts about being from another world or not, she never said.

Dinner over, she took me by the hand and led me upstairs back to her bedroom. I was surprised that, before anything, she had hot water brought up, and once the massive tub was full, she had both of us disrobe before I sat back in it, Rosa getting in and leaning back against me. My hands were quickly running up and down her body, earning plenty of giggles. "I did wonder if we should enjoy it now or after we make love again," she said.

"We were a little sweaty after all our exercise before dinner."

She snuggled back against me. "I am enjoying your hands all over my body." I did something that made her gasp, turning her head to kiss me. "Definitely enjoying that."

Fondling her pussy under the water, it wasn't to make her orgasm, it was simply to keep her completely turned on before we headed to bed. She loved every second, needing to kiss me almost constantly, my other hand feeling up her breasts at the same time. "We'll need to get out soon," she breathed.

"I really want to go down on you again, Rosa. Maybe for a little longer this time."

"Now?"

A minute later, both of us still dripping wet, I had her back on the bed, my head buried between her legs. No idea how long it lasted, but that was just the start. No idea how long we ended up making love for. All I know is that, by the end, moonlight was streaming through the open curtains, and Rosa was snuggled up into my body, fast asleep, but in the moonlight, I could see the smile on her face.

Waking with her the next morning, we made love one last time before heading down for breakfast. I'll be honest, I would have stayed for another night or two, but I couldn't be distracted for that long. One night was okay. Anything more, no doubt Triss would wonder what I was up to. Leading me to the door after breakfast, we shared one final, very long kiss. Breaking apart, the smile on her face was the sort that made my heart beat just that little faster. It was utterly beautiful.

"Best day and night of my life, Ragnar," she said softly, resting her hands on my chest.

"Certainly up there in the list of my great nights."

"Will I see you again?"

"Absolutely, Rosa."

"I hope it's soon, but I know you're a busy man."

"Not too busy to stop here again."

Stepping over the threshold, I could see the guards giving me a curious look. The captain knew I hadn't left the day before, and seeing me leave the next morning, he simply gave me a nod. I had a feeling the servant had been honest. No-one would mention it. I figured the sisters kept them all sweet somehow, not in the manner some might think. Wishing each other farewell, I headed back towards the Kingfisher, though with no sign of Triss there, as I expected, I walked over the Rosemary and Thyme instead.

Only Zoltan was there, and I must have had that usual slightly smug look on my face whenever I'd had a good night, as he quickly had a beer placed in front of me as I sat down. "Triss did pop in earlier, wondering where you were," he said.

"Ah, was she pissed?"

"No, of course not, Ragnar. She knew you were likely with someone. To be honest, she probably appreciated the night to herself." He just gave me a look, causing me to chuckle, shaking my head. "She wasn't unhappy in case you are worried."

"Well, that's something. How is Geralt getting on with things?"

"Making progress already. Priscilla thinks they could have everything organised and the play on stage within a week."

"Geralt is doing what exactly?"

"I think he's organising things for making the play actually work. Spreading the word. Ushers. That sort of thing." He took a sip of his tankard. "So the ambassador's daughter?"

"Aye."

"He didn't show up, did he?"

"No. The only person who bothered us was her sister." He gave the sort of leer I would normally laugh at. "No, Zoltan."

"Did it cross your mind, at least?"

"Of course. They do look rather alike, being twins and all. Personality wise, they seemed to be rather different, though I think you have to get to know Rosa…"

"Or sleep with her…"

"Yes, that too, but to get to know her, you need to spend time with her. She can be a little abrasive upon meeting her without knowing her."

"Sounds like you… like her, Ragnar."

"Don't sleep with anyone I don't like, Zoltan. I might sleep with a woman within a couple of hours of meeting her, done that more than once, but I still need to feel that spark, that connection. If I don't, then I won't. Purely personal thing. But I felt that with Rosa. There was something about her I liked. Slightly prickly but definitely an armour protecting herself."

"Ah, I know why you like her. Different to Triss."

I couldn't help smile. "Although true, I only ever see a future with Triss. Though that future depends on finding Ciri, the war with Nilfgaard and Divines only know what else."

Zoltan sipped at his tankard. "Then if I may be so blunt, Ragnar, why the hell are you fucking all these other women?"

I sipped my own tankard before nodding in understanding. "It's how it's always worked. The day after we slept together the first time, I told her all about my romantic life back on Skyrim. I had half a dozen regular lovers, and I mean regular, not counting all the occasional dalliances I enjoyed." I took a sip of my tankard again. "You probably don't know, but when we were at the Lodge, I wasn't the only one…"

"I think everyone knows the Lodge wasn't just about the magic, Ragnar."

"Aye, I figured. You do realise Philippa…"

"Geralt is convinced you love her."

I sighed. "I care about her a lot. More than I should, not because of Triss, but because of some of the things she did. Her intentions were never entirely noble or pure, but she had her reasons, and the Lodge supported her. She was just the leader, so the buck stopped with her."

"No idea where she is?"

"None whatsoever. Once I find her, she's under my protection again. Like all of them."

"You really care for them all?"

"I do. Probably an idiot for it, but I can't help it. I did sleep with all of them, Zoltan. I have that connection with them."

Zoltan chuckled to himself. "Gods, slept with every member of the Lodge…"

"Except Yennefer."

"She was barely a member though, right?"

"True. She was never truly accepted, and she was never convinced by it. They met every couple of months and she was rarely if ever there. Triss and I were always present as we liked getting out of Vizima, and Philippa insisted we travelled." Zoltan laughed as I sipped at my tankard again. "I know, I know."

Triss did eventually walk in later that afternoon after Zoltan and I had spent all day drinking, so we were in rather good moods, enthusiastically calling her over. She laughed at us though she happily took a seat next to me, though whispered that perhaps she should escort me back to the Kingfisher before I wouldn't be able to walk back.

Thankfully, Geralt walked in not much later himself, and that gave Triss the excuse for me to leave, as Geralt could replace me at the table. He suggested nearly everything was in place, they just needed to get the right people in place for the actual play to work. I wished them good luck, though was told I would be attending to watch, as I would be another set of eyes looking out for Dudu.

Back at the Kingfisher Inn, Triss made sure we had something to eat downstairs first. After drinking all day with Zoltan, I was absolutely starving, making Triss giggle as I cleared three full plates before I felt full. Plus it did help soak up some of the alcohol. Once we were upstairs, she made sure I had a bath first, suggesting it would help sweat out some of the alcohol before I went to bed. When I suggested she join me, she stripped off immediately and joined me in the tub, surprised that even despite all the drink, I still go hard.

"I can feel it, but nothing is happening. You're going to bed to sleep," she stated.

I couldn't help but agree, feeling myself start to drift off despite the fact she was naked and resting back against me, running my fingers up and down her body without really thinking. And I must have fallen asleep I was gently shaken awake, glancing to see her already out of the bath, wrapped in a towel. She helped me up and out, immediately hugging her tight to me.

"Fucking love you, Triss," I murmured.

It made her giggle before I felt a soft kiss on my cheek. "Well, I love you," she whispered, "Come on, time for bed."

I passed out almost straight away and slept like a log. In fact, I was in such a deep sleep, Triss had to give me a gentle shake awake the next morning, though thankfully she was still in bed with me. I had an absolute stonking headache and didn't really want to open my eyes, Triss giggling as I groaned, feeling rather sorry for myself.

"How much did you drink?" she asked softly.

"Well, obviously way too much."

"And how was your night away?"

"Before I say anything, you're not mad?"

"Ragnar, of course I'm not. I know you, remember. And it's not the first time either."

"Then I had a good time with her. Lovely young woman. And…" I opened my eyes and met hers. She giggled as she knew the look. "Aye, I didn't know. She only told me when I was about to take off her panties. She was rather confident until that moment." I met her eyes again. "Sure you want to hear?"

"Ragnar, you remember the Lodge? You think I didn't hear about it from all the girls there?"

"Well, I know they would have given away a few things…"

"So… you had a good night then?"

"I did. As I told Zoltan, have to get to know her first. Once you peel away the armour, she's very sweet."

Triss snuggled into me. "Hope you're not planning on being anywhere else tonight except with and inside me though." I couldn't help laugh out loud at how eager she sounded. "Ragnar, since you returned, I've barely gone a night without you with me intimately. So…" I kissed her immediately, making her whimper once she accepted my tongue and pulled her into my body. Once she felt my cock press into her, she giggled, though when she reached down to grasp it, she only moved it so it rested between us. "I have things to do," she whispered, "And if that slides inside me, I won't be leaving here for quite a while."

"Are you staying safe, Triss?"

"I feel a little safer after taking down Caleb Menge and man of his witch hunters. Not heard any news of a replacement, but the witch hunters are out in force. I guess we should have expected a reaction."

"Just make sure you stay safe."

"I do but there are so many of us that need help. And I won't sit idle and let more of us die."

"Soon as this Ciri business is sorted, we sort out your business, once and for all."

That earned me a kiss… which turned into something else, and Triss was eventually delayed for at least an hour or so. She wasn't complaining when she walked out of our room with a smile, blowing me a kiss before closing the door. Once she was gone, I washed myself down with the remaining cold water before dressing myself and heading out again into the sights, sounds and definitely smells of Novigrad.