The White Wolf and The Red Bat

chapter 3

smut warning at end of chapter - 18+

Ban Glean, just North of the Pontar River, Year 1234. 

"Geralt, I know you just love the wilderness, but please might we find an inn for the evening? I've begun to forget what an actual bed feels like." Genevieve joked as she gently stroked roaches mane. 

"Do you have any coin to pay for this bed?" Geralt replied, lifting his head from the fire he was making. 

"Bed, singular? Geralt?" She smirked, earning a chuckle from him, "And... Just so happens theres a small village about a day's walk from here - someone might have a contract."

"Hm... Possible. Alright, Gen. We'll leave at first light. One more night of nature." 

Genevieve turned her attention back to the chesnut mare in front of her, stroking her neck and snout.  Though she didn't actually have to sleep - a nap every so often helped her regenerate and focus her abilities. But, tonight, she wasn't particularly tired. She decided to take a walk towards the river. She was sitting for about 2 hours, just listening to the sounds of the night, when there was a noise behind her. She turned, but there was nothing there. She drew her attention back to the river, her feet dangling lightly in the water.  The only light around her hailing from the stars.

"Well, hello..." A deep voice resonated from behind her.

She slowly turned her head, not even turning it the whole way. She counted 4. Two with daggers and one with a bow. The fourth looked like just a boy. 

"Hello, boys." She spoke softly, standing and turning to face them. 

"What you doin' out here all alone darlin'?"

"Hmm, it seems I might've got lost. Could you help?" She teased, stalking towards the group.

"Heh heh heh... Course' we can doll." The closest man said, putting away his dagger.

"Oh baby... Big mistake."

The men didn't even have time to blink before their throats were slashed with her talons. Clouds of black and red surrounded them, and their voices were silent in the depths of the wood. 

"God, I missed doing that." She breathed, and inhaled. Her pupils dilated, and she turned around to view the massacre before her. Stains of red and rivers of blood clouded her vision. 

Don't.

You've gone this long.

Don't.

"Damnit."

The sun was barely rising as Geralt woke, and noticed Genevieve's absence. He walked through the woods, searching for his companion. Just by the river, he found what he was looking for, but he wished he hadn't.

She was kneeling in front of one of the bodies, teeth buried in his arm, covered in blood.

"Oh Gen..." He said, worry in his voice.

She stood suddenly. Fear and embarrassment in her expression.

"Geralt, I- "

"I don't want to hear it."

"Please, Geralt  - they had knives, they were going to-" 

"I don't give a shit. Let's go. Clean yourself up. Goddamnit."

Genevieve had never felt this embarrassed herself like this before. She also couldn't believe what she'd done. It had been over 2 centuries since she'd tasted human blood.. It was seriously frowned upon in her culture. How could she forget what happened with Regis?

A while later, she met up with Geralt. He had gathered their belongings together, and was dressed and ready to go. 

"Geralt, look, I-"

"Save it." He huffed, barely looking at her. "Let's go to the village. You can contain yourself?"

"Yes, I- "

"Then let's go." He said, mounting Roach and walking off.

She huffed, and followed him. They shortly reached the village, and received stares from many of the townsfolk. Their first stop was the inn, to secure a room for the evening.

"A room." Geralt huffed to the barkeep.

"Only the one left, love. Queen bed." She replied, eyeing the pair.

Geralt lowered and shook his head, letting out a sigh. He raised his head to look at Genevieve's face. She had one eyebrow raised, but said nothing.

"Fine..." He growled.

They dumped their stuff in the room and settled for the night.

"You take the bed." Geralt spoke.

"Geralt, you forget. I don't sleep." She chuckled, "You take it."

He didn't argue, sitting on the edge of the mattress, undressing. Genevieve just watched. 

Gods, that's one hell of a man

He got under the covers, and Genevieve went downstairs to get a drink. She made some drinking buddies, and about two hours later she was 6 drinks in, and feeling it. She was drunk - but not too drunk to realise she needed rest, else she'd feel it in the morning. She slowly climbed the stairs, giggling to herself. She entered the room, knocking against the closet. Geralt was still fast asleep. She struggled to untie her corset, and tripped over herself doing so. She hit her head on the ground. 

"Ouch..."

"Genevieve." Geralt hushed, helping her up.  "Let's get you changed, come on."

He delicately untied her corset, and slipped it over her head. His fingers brushed over her collarbone, and her eyes met his. 

"Geralt?"

"You're drunk." He stated, letting go of her and turning back towards the bed.

She grabbed his arm, forcing him to face her again. 

"No. I'm completely clear headed, Geralt." 

He paused for a moment, taking her in slowly.

"Fuck."

His lips crashed onto hers, heavy breaths and gasps escaped their mouths. Her arms wrapped around his neck, grasping at his hair. He grabbed her waist, his arms running along her torso. He picked her up easily, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist. Moans and grunts could be heard from both.

He laid her down on the bed, his arms positioned on either side of his head, holding himself above her. She nodded, and he began kissing her again. He worked his way from her lips, to her neck, to the sensitive part of her shoulder. She writhed beneath him, moaning and gasping his name. She reached down to untie his trousers, and he helped her. She removed hers at the same time. 

"Are you sure?" Geralt whispered,

"Yes. Please." She nodded. 

He entered her as slowly as he could, trying not to hurt her. Her eyes widened, and they didn't break eye contact. They both grunted as his full length entered her. He started at a slow pace, to get her used to him. It soon quickened, both moaning each others names, heat building between them.

"Genevieve.." Geralt warned,

"Me too." She exlaimed,

Both reached their climax together, collapsing on the bed, both catching their breath. Geralt turned towards her, gathering her in his arms, pulling her closer. They fell into a deep sleep together, as Genevieve kissed him on the forehead.