Van Bereaver

Chapter 22- Melitele

Geralt

I knew that I had been lying in a bed. The sun was shining in a warm room and I looked up to see a desk, books, and vines growing on the wall. I knew that I was in the Temple of Melitele.

I groaned as I lifted, pain surging through my body. There was a bandage wrapped around my arm, keeping up from being bent in the wrong direction. From the agony eating at every place in my body, I remembered everything that happened. I had nearly died in a war in Rivia. Dandelion was there but I wasn't sure if Ciri and Sage had come or if that was my imagination. The things she had said, and the wailing, were a blur.

I looked over to the door being opened and saw the priestess, Nenneke, walk in. She grinned and sounded for the others to come in. Ciri was the first and she was practically running and nearly jumped into my arms but resisted from doing so when she saw my covered wounds. Instead, she softly hugged me.

"I'm glad you're okay," she whispered. I rested my good arm on her back.

"Thank you."

"By the gods, we thought you were dead," Dandelion sighed. "I mean you kind of were since Sage was screaming so lousy my ears-"

"Sage. Where is she?" I spoke.

"She went for a walk in the forest," Nenneke responded. "I believe she said she needed a break. She'll be back shortly." She smiled at me and barely lifted a cheek. "Come on now, he needs some time to get back on his feet."

"I'll be fine." Nenneke glared at me as she reached for Ciri's hand and ushered her and Dandelion out.

Once the door closed, I dropped my head into the pillows thinking about her and her red hair. Nenneke had been right; I needed some rest because when I had closed my eyes, I drifted to sleep.

***

It was only the evening when I had awoken from my deep sleep. Someone had come in to light the candles and it illuminated the dark room, creating a warm tint. I sat up and placed my feet on the ground. I was about to stand but didn't when the door opened. I looked up to see the beautiful face that had appeared in my dreams. She had glossy red hair, and bright blue eyes that held the world in the them.

Sage's lips quivered as if she was going to cry but then she smiled. She approached my bed and sat down beside me where she placed a hand on my bare chest, right above my heart and felt it beat. She gazed at me and only a whimper escaped her lips before she leaned into the bury her face in my arms.

"You scared me," she whispered, finally pulling away. "Don't ever do that again."

"I'm a Witcher. What do you expect?"

"You don't have to be," she responded. I frowned at her comment, trying to understand what she meant. "You can denounce your title. Then we— me and you and Cirilla— can find somewhere quiet until the end of the world comes. Emhyr has shown mercy and I've severed ties between the mages. But if anyone comes for her, they'll have to go through us."

I stared intently into her eyes. She took my hand and squeezed, hoping that it would sway my decision. "After all we've been through, we're just going to run away?" Her eyes went soft and her brows turned in, on the verge of tears. "As long as it's with you."

Her lips downturned because she wasn't sure whether to laugh or to cry, and she smashed her lips against mine. I had no free hand to hold her but I could only lean in to kiss her back. She pulled away to look at me, wanting to know if I was sure about my decision and I nodded before kissing her again. She finally released my hand and I could put my arm around her.

"You know I can't do much," I murmured. She chuckled against my lips and nodded.

Sage gave me a chance to lie back in bed as she took off her cloak. I watched as she pulled the strings to the back of her dress and it dropped on the floor. I had already been shirtless and she trailed her soft fingers against my skin. Sitting at my side, she leaned forward to kiss me and I kissed her back.

She climbed over me, not putting too much weight on me, and began tugging my pants off. Eventually, she pulled them off and tossed them across the room. She then hovered over me, her breasts grazing my chest and she began placing kisses over my wounds. At first, it tingled but then it was soothing, especially when she blew air against the healing skin.

When she reached my lower half, she stopped and looked up at me, her eyes seductive. I closed my eyes, waiting for her to touch me and when she did, my lips parted to release a breath. I then felt her warm mouth encapsulate me and it was more than I could ever imagine. I had never thought she could be this good.

She stopped after a while for her to final sit on me, her womanhood being tight and silky. She placed her hands on my chest but didn't apply much pressure so she could ride me out. I let her do anything she wanted because we both knew that I wanted all of it.

The banshee's bright red hair was tossed behind her back and I couldn't help but sit up just to stroke it. My free hand pulled her hair back and she let out a moan and I began caressing her back and later her ass.

The hands on my shoulders pushed me back and I brought her down along with me. I had strength in my legs to force myself to play the other part in intercourse. As she went down my shaft, I went up and we created a natural bliss.

I could feel her insides contort as she tried to push me out but I had to ride her out. The moment she came, I released my insides and our fluids mixed together. She was jittering at this point, her body frozen after climaxing and she fell over. I pulled her in and she snuggled under my arm.

"When do we leave?" I breathed.

"When you get better."

***

A farm. That's where we went. Me, Sage, and Cirilla. Dandelion would've joined but he enjoyed the troubadour life too much. He couldn't visit us either because we agreed upon hiding from the world and if he knew where we were, then someone could us him to find our whereabouts.

He and Sage had a long hug before we left Melitele and so did I. He even started crying when she passed his lute on to Ciri; he would buy another one. Nenneke waved her goodbye and supported us with horses and food.

"This place seems nice," Ciri said when we arrived at a grass field. "A farm."

I could see Sage beaming, her vibrant hair matching her expression. I looked at her and she looked back to say, "What a dream."

The End