The Witcher 2: I Love Her More pt 4“I fear for Ciri, Yen.”The Witcher 2: I Love Her More pt 4 by A-D-Aether
“But . . .”
“Trust me.” She hugged him. “Trust me, please.”
“Aretuza on the island of Thanedd. Her home. For so many years . . . When she comes out of here, she’ll be a grown woman . . .”
“Stop. Don’t think about it and don’t talk about it. Instead . . .”
“Make love to me.”
He embraced her.
Geralt looked out the window. The moon was in the sky, but what happened a moment ago should have thrown it to the earth.
“Wow,” said Yennefer after a time, wiping tears from her eyes.
They lay motionless between the disordered sheets, between the warmth and the expiring happiness. Geralt knew that in moments like these, sorceress’ telepathic abilities were heightened and very strong. He thought of her. Yennefer smiled, listening to his thoughts.
Geralt smiled to himself as the memory receded
The Witcher 2: I Love Her More pt 3Geralt bobbed gently in the saddle as he and Triss rode through the fields spreading away through the valley. The grass here was sparse and the earth dry, but in the distance, it sprang up fuller, thicker, and taller, a sea of grass rising on hills to the distant forests bordering Aedirn. Peering at those distant trees, Geralt tried to remain alert. Nilfgaardians were everywhere. The fire and smoke had not stopped, and everyday, the screaming grew worse. Given the ceaseless marching of the invaders, it probably would have been smarter to travel by night and camp by day.The Witcher 2: I Love Her More pt 3 by A-D-Aether
It was Iola’s vision. It was Ciri’s prophesy. Death, death, and more death. Geralt’s face hardened bitterly. Destiny, it seemed, had a firm hold of him.
Geralt glanced at Triss when she reached from her horse to pluck a stray bit of grass from his arm. She was always doing that lately – finding excuses to touch him. He wore a black jerkin with white sleeves that billowed against his arms in the w
The Witcher 2: I Love Her More pt 2Geralt’s bright feral eyes snapped open, glowing fierce in the dark when he felt a hand in his trousers. He grimaced and tightened his fingers on the hand. Behind him, he could feel the press of Triss’ breasts against his back and heard her cry of pain. He hadn’t meant to hurt her. He let go with a guilty wince and sat up. She sat up as well.The Witcher 2: I Love Her More pt 2 by A-D-Aether
They were in Triss’ house in Vizima’s trade quarter. Geralt cursed himself for being stupid enough to teleport here with her. After that long and dismal night spent outside Loc Muinne with Iorveth, the elf had announced he was going his own way. He had contacts in Dol Blathanna, and as much as he loathed the place, it was the safest place for an elf at the moment – especially with Nilifgaard invading. Perhaps he could blend in with the other elves until he could safely return to Vergen.
Geralt had been half-inclined to travel to the Edge of the World with Iorveth, but Triss offered to teleport him to her house i