Red Witcher

part twelve

Geralt pushed through the green branches of the willow tree, brushing pollen from his shoulder. He stopped abruptly at the sight in front of him.

The Sirens were bathing Elizabeth, their hands, pale, wandered her body, washing the dirt from her. With each touch, he felt himself once again filling with need, for her. A stunning blonde Siren floated closest, nose almost touching Elizabeth's own. The creature gently smoothed back Lizzie's hair, fingers running down her soft cheek before pressing her lips against Elizabeth's.

Movement snapped Geralt from the tender moment. Alto stood against a tree, watching too, puffing on his pipe.

"Damn it."

Geralt huffed gruffly before heading over to the mage.

"Enjoying yourself?"

The mage chuckled,

"Just keeping an eye on her for you Geralt. She's fine. You okay? That was pretty....intense."

Geralt too leant against the rough tree.

"Iam fine. Are you sure they won't harm her? They look pretty...interested."

Both their eyes were drawn back to the water as the blonde creature lifted Elizabeth with ease onto a rock. The other creatures gathered around, their colourful tails whipping water into the air. The blonde one, who seemed to be the leader began to brush the Princesses long hair with a makeshift comb, gently untangling it.

The sight of a fully nude Elizabeth had Geralts heart racing. She was truly the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Alto smirked, returning his pipe to his pocket. He cleared his throat.

"Well, iam off to get clothes for the damsel in distress. Iam sure you can manage keeping an eye on her..."

Geralt didn't reply, his eyes never leaving her. With a shake of his head, Alto was out of sight. Geralt swallowed, shifting his weight against the tree.

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After a long while, Elizabeth emerged from the water, dripping onto the rocks below her feet. The Witcher moved slowly towards her. Their eyes met.

He stopped close to her. Still for a moment before handing her his shirt he had removed a few moments ago. With a trembling hand, she took it, their fingers grazing slightly. Her cheeks turned pink as she slipt it over her head.

"Thank you Geralt."

"Your welcome Lizzie."

Silence.

Unsure what to say next, he instead turned to walk back down the path, careful not to look back at the women. She followed, bare feet slapping against the rocks. She wrapped her arms around herself, turning to wave at the Sirens, who were smiling at their new friend.

After a few more minutes of silence, Elizabeth spoke.

"Geralt, about before. Iam sorry, I hope we are okay....I had no control, none. All that was in my brain was...pleasure. I've never felt that before. So strong. I hope....I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

Geralt halted mid stride, shutting his eyes for a moment.

"It was the poison, thats all. Think no more about it."

Elizabeth's chin fell, feeling highly embarrassed of herself. What did he think of me? Some lowly women who throws herself at any available man.

Hearing no reply, Geralt turned to look at her. Quietly, he reached for her chin, lifting it with one finger until she was looking at him.

"I've seen worse. As long as you are okay, that's all that matters."

"But why does it matter to you? Iam no one."

He shook his head, laughing dryly.

"I will explain all once we get to our destination. Right now, we need rest. Come."

Elizabeth nodded lightly, her wet hair falling over her face. With hesitation, he dropped her hand, walking once again back to Drakes cottage, silent once more.