Red Witcher

part eleven

Outside the air had a chill to it, fresh and crisp. Geralt took a long breath, blowing out steam into the night. That had been...intense. He had had many women before, a few men too, but nothing like that. His erection ached, almost painfully so. He ignored it, following the mage who was blowing steady puffs of smoke from his pipe as he walked.

"That's her isn't it?"

Geralt sighed, running his hand through his thick hair.

"Yes. That's Princess Elizabeth of Gaia. My....my....yes, that's her."

Alto nodded, turning to nod at the Witcher knowingly, he chuckled, blowing a huge smoke ring upwards. Geralt watched it levitate for a moment before disappearing.

"Lucky bustard."

Geralt stiffened, glaring at the other man.

"Shes yours, i know. Come, I will buy you a drink, looks like you need one."

He patted his friends strong back, steering him towards a loud, brightly lit tavern nearby. Music was emanating from it, joyful and happy, erupting louder as they pushed open the door.

"Alto! Geralt! Come! Drinks on me!"

A voice called, friendly and slightly slurred. Zander, his arm wrapped around a lady friend, smiled at the newcomers as they sat on the high bar stools.

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Elizabeth leant against the fence of Drakes humble abode, silently watching the stars.

"Come sweet child, I will take you to bathe. The Sirens will help you out, then I will get some clothing from the Elves, they are always sewing. Hey, don't feel bad about before, it wasn't you."

He gave her shoulder a playful shove, his eyes lingering on her exposed skin for a moment before leading her down the path to the Sirens lair.

~

Geralt sat quietly, listening to the stories coming from his friend. He tried to pay attention but found his thoughts moving back to Elizabeth, her lips on his, how right his hands fit on the dips of her hips. He drained the last of his latest pail of meade before standing.

"It's been a while, I should check on her."

Alto nodded, smiling drunkenly,

"She's probably washing and getting new clothes, oh, just watch her with the Sirens, they usually only go for men but she really is something.....beautiful."

Geralt bit the inside of his cheek. 'She's mine. Wait. Where did that come from?' He thought to himself, pushing off his chair and heading to find his Princess. Alto shook his head, sipping once again on his brew.

~

Elizabeth arrived at the waterfall, a different one from where they had arrived. This one was much lusher, green plants hung down to dip into the clear waters surface. The constant rush of water soothed her and she breathed a sigh of tiredness. Drake leant against a tree close by. Turning to look at him apprehensively before he ushered her away with his hands.

Biting her lip, she made her way to the water. Dipping her toe in to check the temperature. Perfect. Not too hot, not too cold. She hummed happily, wadding in, her eyes darting around for Sirens. Looking over her shoulder she saw Alto standing guard.

"Well, turn around then."

He laughed, covering his eyes playfully.

"As I said, bit late for modesty Princess."

She screwed up her face at him before sighing again. Pulling the remains of her dress off, leaving them in a pile at the bank of the water.

Altos eyes shot up his head and he whistled lowly. Elizabeth huffed before wadding into completely. She laid her head back into the water, savouring the feeling of being clean.

Suddenly, something brushed against her foot. She yelped. Alto immediately at attention, moving closer to the waters edge.

A soft hand moved up her leg, over his hips before stopping on her stomach. A beautiful head popped up in front of her nose. A girl. Golden, wet hair flowing around her. She looked at Elizabeth curiously, her eyes soft. Elizabeth stilled, just watching.

Before long another head bobbed up, then another and another, until she was surrounded by women. Sirens.

One of them made a sound, so high pitched she almost missed it, and all of a sudden they swarmed her.