Red Witcher

part thirteen

Inside the warmth of the cottage, the other two men were already there, busying themselves in the kitchen. As Elizabeth and Geralt arrived they turned, cutting their conversation  short.

"Ah, there you two are. Tea?"

Alto asked, offering them each a cup of the steaming beverage. Which they both great fully accepted.

The two mages gave eachother a knowing smile, setting down a pile of clothing in front of the Princess.

"Some clothing my Dear, Drake over here has generously offered his bed for you for the night, he will stay with me. Geralt, I would suggest staying with her too, although our sanctuary is safe from outsiders, some of its occupants can be a little....um...curious of newcomers, especially human ones. Goodnight."

He bowed low to Elizabeth, who gave him a small smile and nodded at Geralt before leaving. Drake smiled flirtily at them both, tipping his imaginary hat at them before also leaving. Shutting the door behind him.

This left Elizabeth and Geralt alone.

"Well, I guess we should sleep. Goodnight Princess."

Geralt said, making his way to the couch. Elizabeth bit her lip, worried slightly from what they makes had said. Taking her tea, she sat beside Geralt, sipping slowly on her drink. It tasted earthy and sweet. Geralt smirked before beggining to remove his armour until he was left shirtless. He too sipped at his tea, the warm liquid soothing his throat.

"Or not. Elizabeth, we are safe here, don't listen to them. I would be able to tell if danger were near."

She nodded, leaning back against the cushions, pulling her bare legs up onto the comfortable sofa.

"I know. It's just....I'd rather stay with you, I mean...just incase."

She glanced sideways at the Witcher, not wanting to elaborate and hoping he didn't ask. Truth was, she was afraid. This new world was full of things she didn't understand. Not yet.

He grunted, sipping again on his tea before replacing it on the coffee table and leaning back too. He caught her eye, understanding in a instant her reluctance of being alone.

He grabbed the blanket hanging from the back of the couch, moving to cover her with it before laying back once more, his tired eyes closing.

Elizabeth did the same, her eyes watching the Witcher as his breathing evened out. After a moment she moved slightly closer, getting comfortable.

"Geralt. Thank you..."

She whispered, wondering if he was asleep.

"You're welcome Lizzie."

She smiled as she fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.

~

Sometime in the night she must have moved, as the next time she awoke she was laying against the Witchers chest. His even breaths blowing on the top of her head. His arm was around her, holding her protectively. He didn't stir as her eyes opened tiredly.

Reluctant to move from his warm embrace, she stayed still, her fingers the only thing moving. Sliding over the bumpy scar on his chest where it rested . She wondered what monster had caused it. Her eyes moved down, over the pale white of his skin until they got to his pants. Her pupils widened as she noticed the bulge. She swallowed hard, remembering how she had touched him only a few hours earlier. Remembering the look in his eyes as she had kissed him. Without thinking she ran her hand slowly down, earning a low moan from the man.

He stirred slightly, his lips brushing her forehead. She stilled. What was she thinking? Was it the lingering of the poison in her blood making her do it? She didn't know. Her hand stopped just at the band of his pants, fingers gripping onto it.

"Hmmmm..."

The man hummed happily, a deep grumble from his chest. His body moved, pushing slightly against her hand, almost needily. Perhaps he too was still affected by the poison? She thought. Yes, that must be it.

Suddenly he moved, his hand moving from her back up her shoulder and down her hand. Slowly, purposely. His rough hands felt amazing on her soft skin and she sighed lightly. His hand came to rest on top of her own at his pants. She stilled again, her breathing becoming more rapid as he moved her hand downwards until it was resting on his hard cock. His hips arched slightly, a small needy noise escaping his lips as he rubbed her hand against himself.

She buried her face into his neck, her cheeks red and hot. He began to move his hips more and more, greedily using her hand in obvious pleasure. She felt her own body begin to respond and let slip a small moan into his neck.

This awoke the man, who was so dangerously close to release. His eyes shot open.

"E...Elizabeth!"

His tone was urgent. His hand stilling atop her own. She didn't stop though, slipping her hand from his she pushed it under his pants, feeling the heat of his cock against her palm.

"Elizabeth...."

He whispered more urgently into her ear.

"You...you don't have to...ahhh...do this..."

She moved her face from his neck, looking into his wide eyes, almost black as his pupils dilated.

"The poison...it takes a while to ah...leave your system completely..."

His words were interrupted as she brushed the tip of her finger over his cock head, feeling the warm liquid that leaked from it.

He growled lowly, a almost animal sound. He couldn't help but press against her hand, seeking more.

His hand moved to grip her hip, bare under the shirt she wore.

At this moment, the door swung open.

"Good morning you two!"

Alto and Drake emerged through the door, early morning sunshine shining in. Elizabeth blinked a few times, quickly pulling her hand away and fixing her clothing. Geralt did the same, attempting to hide his his erection from the men. Sitting up quickly his eyes went back to normal. He cleared his throat.

"Sleep well....oh, my. Well looks like you didn't get much sleep. We probably should have warned you about the after affects of the poison...."

They two men grinned knowingly, Drake looking jealously at Geralt. Elizabeth quickly stood, grabbing the clothing still on the table and heading to the bathroom, not looking back at any of them.

Geralt stood too, grunting as he fixed himself.

"Yes, you should have told us, what if...what if something had happened! She's just a girl. I...I could have hurt her...."

Annoyed he pushed past the two, heading outside into the warm sunshine. He took a deep breath. People bustled around, doing their normal morning chores. He leant on the fence  watching them.

"Geralt, she's fine. You're fine. Relax. Would it had been that bad? Looks like you were both enjoying yourself..."

Geralt grunted before gripping his shirt collar, pulling him close until they were eye to eye.

"Drake, thank you for your help, but we are leaving, before anything else goes wrong. It's my duty to take care of her, keep her safe, even if that is from myself."

The mage stared into the dark eyes of his friends, then he nodded. Geralt let go, heading back inside just as Elizabeth reappeared.

Dressed in a beautiful green dress, a brown leather corset extenuated her breasts, on her feet were brown boots and she was holding a fur lined hood.

"Thank you Geralt, but I think you are the least of my worries. Thank you for your help Drake, Alto."

She moved to Alto, pushing his hair behind his ear softly before pressing a kiss to his cheek. She moved to Drake, holding his chin with her dainty fingers before kissing his forehead.

"My Princess, til we meet again."

He bowed, smiling happily at her. She smiled back then moved to stand next to Geralt, handing him back his shirt.

"So, onto our next adventure?"

Geralt looked down at the small Princess, nodding.

"Indeed."