The Widow and The Witcher (Complete)

Chapter 24 (Edited)

Hearing Geralt stir she felt the rumble of his voice "Mmmmm" it was a contented sound and one that Julia loved hearing. She moved up onto one elbow and looked down into his face his white hair strewn about, his amber eyes looking up into hers as she said. "Hey my love, how are you feeling?" a soft smile creasing his face as he reached a hand up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. He softly rumbled "Happy" searching her eyes he continued "other than Eskel you're the first person I have bought here" she smiled as he pulled her back down into his arms tucking her tight to his chest. He continued to speak as she closed her eyes and listened. "I think I was about 13 when I found this little slice of heaven. I had just survived another trial and was given the freedom to explore. I was glad for it as the walls at the castle were really starting to close in. This place became my escape, when another brother did not survive a test or if Eskel and I needed a place to just be the kids we were."

Taking his hand in hers she caressed the skin over his knuckles and spoke "So this was your place to come be you, to breath?" she heard the smile in his voice as he replied "Yes you could say that. If the anxiety or fear became too much this forest always gave me a sense of grounding. A place where I could let my guard down. The monsters stayed away from around these parts for many years as the Witcher's hunted them out. So, It was a safe place to let down my walls and relax." As Geralt talked Julia could just imagine him sitting here a young boy leaning against the mighty evergreens, or with a young Eskel pretend fighting or to play in the stream on a hot day. It helped her to see that amongst the early trauma there was also great happiness in this place.

(Warning sexually explicit scene to follow)

After a day of exploring the forrest, they made their way back to the castle. Today had truly felt how a honeymoon should, enjoying each other and relaxing. No intolerant villagers, no monsters just Julia and Geralt. The night was spent in companionable silence, the three sitting in front of the fire in Geralt's room. Vesemir hand made them a meal of Venison and then after they had finished, he left them to themselves. Julia watched Geralt as he seemed lost again his mind on the past. She could see clearly the thoughts moving around his head by the way he clenched his jaw. The firelight illuminated his features in a way that stirred not just compassion for her beloved but also desire.

Deciding to be the one to initiate tonight she stood and walked to her bag of elixirs. She had packed a small bottle of honeysuckle oil and a larger bottle of massage oil. Looking back and seeing he was still distracted by his thoughts she quietly changed into the garment that Ruth, Hannah Renee and Nessie had gifted her on their wedding night. Dabbing the scent on her skin she moved back towards her object of desire.

Geralt was struggling, his mind swirling with images from the past. It wasn't as bad as it had been this morning the anxiety wasn't as strong, but his time in the forest today seemed to have unlocked more memories from his childhood. He took a breath to centre himself and was hit with a scent that pulled him from his past into his present. Turning his head his breath hitched at the sight before him. A slow smile stretched across his face as he realised what Julia was doing. She moved quietly towards him her eyes never leaving his. He could see the desire in those eyes and that caused his heart to beat faster. As she got closer the fire illuminated her silhouette through the shear gown, a siren he was sure he had married a siren.

Julia chuckled at the look on Geralt's face, she knew she had succeeded in pulling him back to the present. Kneeling between his legs in front of him she gazed into his eyes, desire and love reflected her own as she began to undo his shirt buttons. She relished doing this part of their foreplay depending on his mood she would slow it down or he would just pull it over his head in haste. Tonight, she wanted it to be slow. His hands moved to play with her hair as she continues to undo each one, the feel of him running his fingers through her curls sent a shiver down to her middle. Finishing the last button, she moved her hands under the fabric to expose his muscular torso.

Pouring some of the oil on her hands she pushed him back into a reclining position as she began to massage the oil onto his chest. Geralt laid his head back in a groan as she worked her hands into the pectoral muscles and around the scars that were healing. She moved her hands lower working around the abdominal scar. It wasn't till she reached his lower abdomen that she heard a growl come from him, looking up she could see he was watching her intently. Wanting to show her beloved how much she desired him she started to undo his laces. She brushed ever so slightly the tent that was growing under the fabric of said laces and Geralt groaned.

– alternative to Smut below – and smiled down at his beloved she could see the desire in his eyes as he stood, picking her up and walking with confidence towards the bed. She smiled to herself thinking it had worked, before becoming lost to the sensations of desire.

Her hands ran along his hips and succeeded in lowing his pants exposing his desire. She smiled; she would never get tired of seeing his physical expression of desire for her. Looking back up to his face wanting to see his eyes as she ran her fingers lightly over the soft velvet skin the was stretched tight across his manhood. His eyes seemed to roll back into his head at the contact.

She was torturing him; he was sure of it. Each feather-light touch, and her faint breath on his hot skin as she continued to inspect every vein and ridge. It was sweet torture, every fibre of his being wanted to just take her now, but he could see in her eyes that she was enjoying this. Enjoying mapping out his body. Trying to relax and allow the sensations to dance, to prolong his need to take control he shut his eyes and focused on enjoying her touch. 

A hot moist feeling engulfed his senses, eyes opened and gazing down as he took in a sight that was almost too much to contain. Loudly groaning as he watched his siren devour him feeling the build-up and knowing he was close he reached down and pulled her up to straddle his body. He needed to be inside her, needed to claim her. Thankful for the easy access the garment afforded he entered her with ease her warmth engulfing him as she gasped with pleasure. Looking into her eyes he moved with easy until he lost control releasing a guttural cry.

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That night Julia lay cocooned in Geralt's arms, he had wrapped his himself around her and pulled her into the familiar warmth then fallen asleep. Julia had slept deeply until a sound woke her. It was a gentle sound at first a whimpering that she could hear just near her ear. She moved her body around so she could pull him into her embrace as the whimpers increased in intensity. Her movement was matched with a response as he snuggled into her arms as he had done the morning before. She was not sure if he was awake or dreaming so she just waited running her hands through his hair and whispering "Sh, Geralt." The whimpers faded, his breathing became steady and she felt him squeeze her gently. After a moment of laying in the dark, she heard his deep gravel voice whisper "Why did she leave me?" so much hurt laced that question. So much pain. Julia squeezed his shoulder knowing there was nothing she could say. The action brought about a surprising result as Geralt began to cry.

He held tight to Julia; his dream had been a memory. Visenna had been taking him somewhere, his child-like mind was focused on other things than the destination. He had been peppering her with questions, his normal chatter, when she had stopped the cart near a forest. Giving him a bucket, she had asked him to get some water. When he returned, he found her gone and Vesemir waiting for him. He had been walked back to Kear Morhen and bought to this room. Sitting on his bed he had begun to cry. He had awoken in Julia's arms her sweet voice whispering to him and her arms around him. As he voiced the question that he knew he would never have an answer for he began to feel the burning sensation in his throat. Not since he was a little boy had he allowed himself to feel this deeply but as he felt Julia squeeze him close to her it broke the last of his defences and he felt the deep grief bubble over as he began to weep.

Julia knew that she held in her arms right now not the strong warrior who was her husband but the child from her dreams. The child that needed to know it was ok to cry, it was ok to grieve. Geralt wept for a long time as Julia continued to run her hand through his hair and rubbing his back until he had cried himself to sleep. Unsure of how he would be when he awoke, she just held him. There was a sense of peace now in the room, a quiet. She heard the faint sounds of the forest birds waking as the light began to creep through the window. It was a new day and she hoped for Geralt it would be the beginning of his journey of healing.