the angels hidden blade

THIRTY NINE

THE WHITE WOLF

He watched in feral satisfaction as her pale pink eyes closed and she screamed in bliss.

Her incoherent moans sounded a lot like his name as she gasped for air. It did something to his mind as he watched in wonder. 

Her chest bounced mesmerizingly as he held her hands above her head and sat up. Re-adjusting his position inside her. 

Her already small walls clenched tight around him and he groaned as he began to push inside her faster. He had only been halfway when he knew he would probably never desire someone else again.

Her mouth parted as she cried and screamed his name again and again. 

Her hips bucked around wildly as tears and lust filled her eyes. Those pale pink eyes almost looked red as they stared up at him.

It felt like the most wicked and dangerous thing he'd ever done. 

He was consuming the innocence of the little angel and she loved it more than he did. 

He could tell by the bright pink glow on her cheeks and the screams that were defiantly reaching the bard who waited downstairs with nervousness. The bard had seen his fury when he realised she had run away. 

His eyes had gone black and his body rigid. 

Jaskier thought he was going to hurt the girl, perhaps scold her. 

He just needed to fuck her senseless.

She had done the most stupid, dangerous thing she could have. She had run. From him. 

The thought of any other man hearing her beautiful cries of pleasure made him flame with rage.

She was perfect and eased around his cock better than anything he had ever experienced. 

He knew he was fucked as he watched her cry in pleasure, his eyes moving between black and gold as he tried to figure out how to have her for longer. 

The small scars on her body glittered in the low light of the moon that reflected through the window. 

He knew no one could ever find out, especially not Vesemir or the men of Kaer Morhen, they would all be horrified. 

His eyes fell on the peak of her breast as it moved under him. Her pink hair curled around her head like a halo. 

She was an angel. 

He thought about all the times he'd imagined her under him and now she was he couldn't even remember what being with another felt like.

He groaned as her juices spilt around him, her warm entrance gripping him close as her walls quivered. 

"I-I think I'm going to....Wolf," Her half-cry, half-whisper and whine made his eyes fly to her beautiful face. 

Her plump red lips hung open and her round eyes widened as she neared her finish. Her pink eyebrows furrowed as the feelings overwhelmed her. 

He moaned in response and he buried himself hilt deep inside her. 

In that moment he knew he loved that new name more than anything else she could ever give him. 'Wolf'

He grabbed her hips and she gasped as he leaned over her, sweat coating both their bodies. 

"Are you sure, Cupid? I can ride you out longer," He made sure he cooed her name in the way he knew made the hair rise on her arms and a dark pink coat on her cheeks. 

The answering soft moan was all he needed as his hand wrapped back around her throat his lips searing into hers with a rough kiss. 

His hips moved wilder than before as his own climax grew closer.

He knew he was whispering things to her but as his climax built he couldn't hear himself. 

His words sounded half begging half promising as he moved faster inside her, letting the slickness of her rub against him. 

He felt her come, her walls tightening around him as her moans turned to high-pitched screams. 

Her fingers turned to claws and tore at his back as she writhed and screamed.

He only had to watch her panting and writhing beneath, tits bouncing and pink cheeks blazing before he started to come undone inside her. 

He felt her gasp as the hot liquid seeped into her core, watched her mouth drop her eyes a deep crimson red as the telltale sign of magic zipped across his skin again.

He felt his seed fill her. He knew it had because as he bucked into her harder his gaze flicked down and watched it pool out and onto the bed below them.

When there was nothing left his head fell onto her bare chest. The softness of her skin rubbed against his face as he listened to the wild erratic beating of her heart. 

He felt the rise and fall of her chest, his cock still deep inside her as he let all of his cum into her. 

What he hadn't expected was the feeling of her long fingers playing with parts of his hair, almost as if she had done it subconsciously as she stared into the darkness above them. 

Her now red eyes were wide. The black pupils inside them fully blown out.

He wondered if that's what she would look like if she wasn't cursed. 

That small amount of magic he felt slowly faded as the red in her eyes went back to that pale pink.

"Wolf?" Her voice was a quiet gasp in the quiet, her voice raspy and ragged from screaming.

It was sinful how much he loved laying on top of her, their skin touching as they listened to each other breathe. 

"Hm." He said as he listened to her heart beating loudly beneath him. 

Part was from exhaustion, the other from panic. His worry rose as he listened intently. 

"If I stay. Will you?" She asked quietly and he felt his stomach lurch his own heart picking up speed. 

Nefeli's question hung there, vulnerable and full of longing, leaving Geralt's heart caught in his throat. 

He could feel the weight of her words, the depth of her plea, and it sent a surge of emotions coursing through his veins.

Time seemed to stand still as he grappled with his response. 

Before he could give her an answer, tell her it was complicated and watch her vulnerability shatter and her heart close off to him, he turned to see her fast asleep, tucked against his scarred arm. 

Pink hair stretched across his scarred arm.

He hadn't told her about the soon-to-be queen's vision. 

The destiny that had been painted out for him was already in motion. 

He wanted to but he also selfishly wanted to keep her for himself. He needed to, he couldn't leave her now.

There were things fate didn't need to see.