"Not sure." The words were in perfect honesty. Geralt made an exquisite grimace as Nina pressed up against his cock, throbbing where it was caught between his legs. He bared his teeth, gave a pant.

"I like that. I liked it- it was-- " He breathed again, more slowly.

"I should really just ... calm myself down. Maybe throw myself in a river."

It wasn't that he didn't want her, because he did. It wasn't that Geralt had any particular hangups, because he did not. But something was still wrong, something was still off in him. He didn't fully trust himself.

But he lay down against Nina. Gathered the blankets around her. Lifting a hand, he brought the fire to stronger life, the flames lifting more, warmer.