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Chapter Twenty-five: Making it weird...

(Mature Content 18+)

Geralt was walking out of his meeting with Dijkstra, going to find Jordan when he found that she was not alone and half of the bath house was listening to her activities...some people were even inspired in their own pools to follow in her footsteps and make rabid love...

Geralt found her bath and saw that Jordan straddled her red haired courtesan on a tile bench, riding the rod she wore on a harness while facing away from her, taking the smaller rod behind. All the while the blonde haired elf knelt in front of her...taking her roughly as she liked.

Jordan had lost all shame as she looked over at Geralt, "You may want to find yourself a girl, Geralt. I'll be here a while longer-errrahhh...!~" her words turned to a sharp moan and Geralt stood there watching. He couldn't look away.

The girls saw this and giggled as they pleasured Jordan, "I believe he wishes to join us, Mistress," the red haired girl said, the two slowing in their thrusts.

Jordan looked over at Geralt, flushing when she met his eyes. Geralt then weighed his options...make love to two, maybe three beautiful women and possibly tear a rift in a friendship...or go celibate, as he had been for months, much to his madness and preserve a friendship that might not even be altered by the experience.

Needless to say...Geralt decided to leave...

He didn't want to ruin the friendship he had with Jordan, as tempting as the prospect was...

***

"You're terrible," Geralt said and Jordan rolled her eyes.

"At least I'm getting some, old man," she huffed, as they went.

"You could at least have some modesty," Geralt grunted.

Jordan scoffed, "As I recall, you were the only one who saw us and it's not like it's the first time you've walked in on me with female company," she rolled her eyes, "You didn't exactly look displeased with the sight either," she added smugly as they left the bath house to go looking for one Vernon Roche.

"It would've complicated things," Geralt stated.

"Why?" Jordan questioned.

"Because it would have. Two friends can't just sleep together without one of them-" Jordan cut her companion off.

"I didn't wanna sleep with you. It would've been a foursome with a couple of whores and a lot of drinks. And nobody was saying that you had to fuck me. Could've stuck with the two girls, or even invited that brunette from room three to make it more interesting," Jordan stated both casually and factually, "The only one making this weird is you," Jordan said plainly and Geralt grunted.

"I am not," the Witcher seethed.

Jordan huffed, "You don't wanna talk about it...fine. That's fine," she rolled her eyes, "Because a lack of understanding has never ended badly for you before... Right. Got it," she spoke sarcastically, knowing it would burn Geralt...and sear him it did...

***

"Alright..." Geralt sighed as they reached the cave where Roche was said to be hiding out, "...Keep your hood up and let me do the talking," he ordered as they unsaddled and made their way toward the mouth of the cave...

"And if I don't like what you say...?" she wondered in boredom, only truly on edge about one thing...meeting Roche himself.

"Then, I'll owe you pay for a night at a whore house," Geralt replied dryly, not looking at her...

He had been avoiding that quite a bit as of late, in fact...