To Thaw A Frozen Heart

~ chapter 18 ~

18+ warning , CNC

The kiss wasn't like their last, this one was pure, raw, emotion. It was like they couldn't breath when their lips were apart.

Antea's legs now straddled Geralts, and she was sitting on his lap. His arms were reaching desperately at her waist and back, pulling as close to him as he possibly could. Thea brought her long black locks to one side of her neck, allowing Geralt space to latch his mouth to the sweet spot that sat between  her neck and shoulder, gently kissing and sucking at her skin.

Antea's breath was becoming shallow and her hips began moving against Geralt subconsciously. He breathed hard against her neck and worked his kisses up to just below her ear, where she started moaning in pleasure. As he started kissing her ear, she felt his hardness beneath her, and began moving against him, applying pressure as best she could. Her breath hitched as his hand grasped her bottom, and his other made its way into her hair, and tugged lightly.

They both paused for a moment, and gazed at each other, both sweaty and soaked from the steamy water they sat in. As they were looking into each others eyes, Geralt lifted Antea slightly, and pushed her back down onto himself. His eyes rolled back as she let out a gasp while he entered her. They sat like this for a moment, then Antea began rolling her hips, she could feel him in every part of her - it was bliss. 

Geralt just watched as this beautiful girl pleasured him, and began to see her struggling. He grasped her hips tightly and suddenly thrust his hips upward with force, earning a gasp from Antea. He continued this motion for what felt like forever - but neither tired. 

"Geralt -" Thea gasped, "I'm -"

"I know. Me too" he replied between grunts.

The pair both tensed and grasped at one another as they finished. Antea collapsed into Geralts arms, panting. Geralt held her up and stroked her hair, before pulling her face from his chest and kissing  her forehead. Thea grew a small smile at the gesture.

"Well, that was quite the show." a voice chuckled behind them.

The pair whipped their heads towards the door and Geralt felt his face heat with rage. Antea turned back around and buried her face in Geralts chest with embarrassment, muttering a few curses.

"Jaskier. Get. OUT." Geralt growled at the grinning bard.

"Oh relax Geralt, I didn't see anything, just heard it. All of it." he grinned once more.

Geralt began to stand up, placing Antea next to him as she covered herself.

"Woah, woah, WOAH I do NOT want to see that Geralt." Jaskier began, shielding his eyes. "I just came to tell you that its time to repay your debt." he opened his eyes as he heard the slosh of water, indicating Geralt had sat back down. 

"What debt? You're probably asking yourself in your head. Well, I'll tell you - I've made you famous witcher."

"Jaskier, do you really think this is an appropriate time-" Antea began, but was shortly cut off,

"Annie, my darling, it is the most appropriate time - see, Geralt can't run away from me right now" He answered, gesturing to the miserable looking witcher next to her. She felt a smile grow on her face at the bards reasoning.

"By rights, I should be claiming ten percent of all your coin, but instead, I'm asking for a teeny teeny weeny little favour..." Jaskier began.

"Fuck off, bard." Geralt grunted, and put his arm around Thea.

Jaskier brushed off the harsh words and continued; "For one measly night of service, you will gain a cornucopia of earthly delights. The greatest masters of the culinary arts morsels worthy of the gods. Maidens that would make the sun itself blush with a single comely smile, and rivers of the sweetest drinks from the rarest of-"

Geralt stood then, not caring what was seen by Jaskier, and planned to do exactly what the bard said he would - run away.

Jaskier cursed under his breath, and summarize; "Food, women and wine, Geralt! Of course the women wont mean a thing because of our darling Annie here."

Geralt stopped in his tracks and looked at Antea, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh come on..." she muttered.