The Witcher: Oblivion

Chapter Nine

"I won't let you control me any longer."

The sound of her father's dagger that she had taken, impaling his chest caused her to jerk awake. Her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room, realizing they were still at the inn.

"You're always talking in your sleep."

She tilted her head to the side to look at Geralt. The witcher was still naked, his sweaty body glistening in the light of the fire. He laid beside her, watching her.

A loud bang came to the door, and Victoria sat up in a fright. She lifted the blanket over her bare chest and glanced over at Geralt.

He pretended nothing happened. "You we're talking about your father."

Victoria sighed. "It's because he talks to me when I'm asleep."

Geralt stared at her confusedly. "I thought you killed him?"

Another bang against the door. "I did kill him. But my father is an extremely advanced sorcerer, I'm making the assumption that he somehow resurrected himself."

The witcher sat up beside her. "He must really want to kill you."

She didn't wanted to think of that. She decided to change the subject by running her fingers over the scars that were embedded in his skin. Geralt watched her immensely, noticing the defiant look of concentration on her face.

Her fingers traced over the scar on his thigh, and she pursed her lips. "Would have been a shame if it was gone."

Geralt leaned over and pinned her wrists down against the bed. He pressed his lips to her neck as he held her pinned down.

"A shame for you,"

The door barged open, and Victoria scrambled beneath Geralt as he took his time pulling away from the naked pix. Victoria hugged the blanket as the innkeeper entered, glaring at the two.

Geralt lifted his arms, annoyed.

"Off with ya, Witcher." He said. "Not enough coin for a whole night, aye."

Victoria slid out of the bed and managed to slip her dress on before dropping the blanket from her body. She glanced over at Geralt, who was just getting up.

"And not enough coin to stain my sheets, no!" He shouted. Victoria felt embarrassed, and she turned to him.

"I'm sorry, it wasn't on purpose." She said. The innkeeper sent her a look, but he looked away once Geralt ripped the sheet from the bed.

"It won't kill you for a new sheet." He said. Geralt bunched the sheet up before tossing it into the fireplace.

The innkeeper growled as he exited the room. Victoria sighed and slipped her boots on.

"We shouldn't have done it." She said as they slipped outside. She was greeted by Roach, who huffed at the pix once she approached him.

Geralt looked at her offendedly. "Do you regret it?"

Victoria looked up at him and shook her head, a little too quickly. "No—it's just. . . The first time is a mess, isn't it?"

Geralt walked towards Roach. "He doesn't have to smell what tosses in his sheets. I can smell them from the next room."

The horse nudged Geralt, who froze.

"Don't judge me."

Geralt turned to the innkeeper. "I'll be back with payment in a few days. Anything happens to my horse. . ."

The innkeeper chuckled. "You don't scare me."

Victoria scratched at her ear nervously as Geralt took a menacing step towards the man. He glared at him as he towered over him, causing him to stiffen.

"Point me to Temeria." Geralt demanded. The innkeeper pointed, swallowing.

Victoria reached out for Geralt's arm. "Thank you for allowing us to stay, and I apologize again for the mess."

She pulled him away from the man, and the two began walking. She tightened the blanket around her body as the wind nipped at her skin.

"You do that on purpose." She said.
"What do I do?" Geralt asked as he walked beside her.

"You purposely make people afraid of you." She said.

Geralt grunted, and the corner of his lips turned upwards into a faint smile. "Because they should be afraid of me."

Victoria huffed. "Well, you don't scare me."

Geralt crossed in front of her and blocked her from walking. She looked up at him as her chest bumped his, noticing the change of color in his eyes.

She clenched her jaw warningly. "Geralt."
He took another step towards her, causing her to step back unwillingly. Her back hit a tree, and she huffed in surprise.

His lips twitched.

"Stop it." She said, pushing against his chest. The witcher smirked, and his eyes returned to their usual gold. She walked past him and shoved his shoulder with her own.

"You've made me afraid of you in your witcher. . . State— or whatever. There, are you satisfied?"

Victoria felt his hands grab her waist, pulling her right back. The witcher pinned her to the tree, brushing the flyaways from her cheek as she stared at his lips.

"I'm nowhere near satisfied," he said, sliding his hand down her back. Victoria's lips parted as he grabbed her backside. "But that's in your hands."

Victoria stared at him for a long moment, but she fed in to her craving. The pix grabbed Geralt's face and kissed him hungrily, as if she hadn't had him all night.

Geralt wrapped his hands around her thighs and lifted her until her knees were hitched over his hips. He slid his hands under her dress before bunching it up above her thighs.

The woman shivered at the cold air as Geralt quickly unzipped his trousers and settled between her legs. Victoria closed her eyes and grabbed ahold of his white locks as he rammed into her, causing her to yelp loudly. Geralt breathed against her skin as he placed his hand against the body of the tree, thrusting into her.

Geralt grunted as he came to a stop. He blinked several times and stared at Victoria, who was walking ahead of him. She looked back at him, pressing her lips together.

"What the fuck was that?" He asked.

"You want to play your games, I'll play mine." She said, turning her back to him again.

Geralt cursed as he tried to shrug off the sudden arousal after receiving the mental images she had planted into his brain.