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Chapter Nineteen: Missed a spot...

The days passed and Geralt headed for Midcopse. He had found evidence of the Baron's abuse and addressed it, then he was given orders to meet Jordan, as planned...

When he found Kiera's​ home, he looked through her things and found a skull on a shelf with carvings atop its dome. Some runes of magical power which summoned a portal upon his hand making contact with it.

Then, he noticed Jordan's satchel left behind on Kiera's vanity chair, her cloak draped over a chair with her swords, "Hmm...she went with Kiera unarmed?" Geralt hummed in thought before entering the portal...

***(Mature Content: 18+)***

On the other side, Geralt found a personal haven. A pocket world created by Kiera for her to slip away to relax or just to bathe...

Geralt might've spoken, if he didn't hear a sharp moan of pleasure from Kiera's bath which was seated at the top of a set of stone stairs.

Geralt smirked, "She didn't..." he muttered.

Jordan cried out then, "Fuck! Keep going...just like that- ah-haaahhh~" she screamed out and Geralt blinked at this.

He walked up the stone stairs, his curiosity piqued, only to find Jordan sitting naked on the edge of the tub...with Kiera's face between her legs...their clothes tossed aside before the tub as if in a hurry...

Geralt took a gratuitous moment to study the scene. Jordan had seduced Kiera into love making, or the seduction was the other way around... and they were making a great deal of love...completely oblivious to Geralt's presence as well, or so he thought.

Jordan gave a final cry before she was done. She then grunted, catching her breath. Kiera raised her head from Jordan's delicate area and rest her hands on her hips, Jordan pulling her in for a hard kiss. Kiera's eyes remained open for this however, looking directly at Geralt.

When she pulled away, Kiera smirked at the hound dog, "You're a little late to the party, White Wolf," she giggled and Jordan jumped, slinking down into the tub quickly, her arms crossing over her chest.

"You could've announced yourself, you fuck!" she snapped, glaring at him over her shoulder.

Geralt crossed his arms, "You were kind of distracted...understandably," he said as he watched Kiera get out of the tub, handing a robe to Jordan before using magic to conjure her own clothes.

Jordan tied the robe before turning to face Geralt, stepping out of the tub, "You bet your ass I was distracted. I was- uh...investigating Ciri's whereabouts when she invited me to...soak," she cleared her throat.

Kiera grinned like a Cheshire cat, "I meant it platonically, at first. You initiated it," she said plainly.

Jordan crossed her arms, "I didn't hear any complaints. Actually, it was more like squeaking praise while you were pulling my-" she glanced at Geralt, "Not important. We fooled around for a few hours. Now, we are going back to Crow's Perch before the Baron burns his fucking keep to the ground. We'll be back for the Elven ruins another day, perhaps," she referred to Geralt going with her.

Kiera crossed her arms, raising a brow, "It felt pretty important to me," she chuckled, "No kiss goodbye? For the parting of two lovers...?" she asked and Jordan smirked.

"Geralt?" she asked.

"Yeah?" he replied.

"Go to the portal. I, uh...missed a spot," she said tactfully and Geralt understood, heading down the stairs.

Jordan pulled Kiera back to her by her waist, "Oh! Again already...?" she asked excitedly.

Jordan nodded, "For you, Cinderella? Anytime," she reminded her before kissing her hard, then down her neck...

***(Mature Bits Over)***

The two Witchers rode from Kiera's cabin an hour later, headed for Crow's Perch, only to find the stables aflame...and the Bloody Baron piss drunk...

Jordan rushed to save a man in the stables, while Geralt went to deal with the Baron, beating him down before drowning the drunk out of him, shoving his face into a water trough, depriving him of air just enough to calm his rage and scare him.

Jordan kicked the stable doors open and the horses ran out while she helped a man walk out, his arm over her shoulders as he limped.

When the man was safe, she went over to Geralt, dragging him back from his assault on the Baron, "We still need him, Geralt!" she snapped.

Geralt glared at her, "No, we don't! You know everything, don't you?! Why did we come to this godforsaken land in the first place?!" he barked and Jordan let go of him, stepping back.

"Because he needs us and it's a Witcher's job to help!" she grimaced, "And I won't change your timeline. I will not take your story from you," she said more quietly, "I asked for your trust before, and I still need you to understand that everything I say- everything I do-...is to help you get to Ciri as if she had never brought me, Geralt. Because if I change the way, if I change you, the Wild Hunt may destroy us all," her eyes were pleading, "If I wasn't a Witcher, I might've killed myself by now because of how much shit I'm holding back. Shit that I just.can't.tell.you...not yet, at least," she frowned, and Geralt did as well.

The Bloody Baron watched this exchange, "The fuck are you on about?" he asked and both glared down at him.

"None of your business. Now, get up! You smell like a wet dog," Jordan growled before walking to the keep by herself...