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There was something wrong happening.

At first Geralt had avoided the woods, because it felt like that off-ness was concentrated there. The birds and insects had gone quiet at first, and soon after they'd started to flee to the forest's edges. Though autumn had barely begun, in some areas Geralt found trees turning rusty, leaves dying off.

That had been at first, and from there things had gotten wronger.

When Geralt realized what was happening, he went to the woods. He worried it had no longer become an issue of protecting himself until he managed to leave Darrow, but of protecting Darrow potentially from himself.

Whatever corruption existed in the forest, growing and spreading, it affected his body, and his mind. It had twisted itself around the witcher mutations, had expressed them in new ways, or simply more.

And so Geralt was back at his old camp. Hiding, biding time, and keeping a baleful eye on the situation. He ought to do something about it, but what? What could he do, when he didn't even understand what was happening to himself?

He sat beside the fire, hunkered over an evening meal in a foulest mood. His skin was paler than usual, dark veins standing out against the white. All of his senses screamed. He gripped his dinner in hands that had begun to end in blackened, pointed nails, that reminded Geralt too much of Regis. That was the bruxa in him, no doubt, a fact that he wanted to put little thought into, if he could avoid it.

The canines that filled his mouth too much more than they used to, those were likely more attributable to a manticore mutagen.

And the fact that he had made dinner of a squirrel, and had not felt the bother or desire to cook it, that Geralt wanted to put thought into even less.

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Geralt tilted his head to look down at Nina with a strange expression of amusement. He supposed that he should be glad he could still muster it, in the state he was in.

"What, you couldn't pick just one?"

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Nina rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. She slid one hand up to gently curl her fingers in Geralt's hair.

"Why pick one when I can have all three? Besides, it was more like overlapping than a neat, sequential march. For instance, now that you're alright, I'm mildly frustrated with you, but mostly just relieved."

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"Sorry," Geralt said, sounding actually contrite. He shuffled Nina slightly against him, moving her so that she could rest her side and head against his chest and shoulder.

It freed up one hand to adjust the fire in front of them, aerating the coals.

"You want me to walk you back home? I could put this out, pack up and go back with you."

He didn't like the idea, but he would do it, for her. Though he was also sorely tempted just to leave the fire burning. It might burn the woods down, and that might even help the situation. But it probably would not.

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"It's alright," she murmured as she settled into a better position against Geralt. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing him in. "I would probably have hidden, too."

A little smile touched her mouth and she opened her eyes to peer up at him. That he would pack up and come back with her was endearing. She leaned up to kiss Geralt's cheek.

"Or we could stay out here," she offered.

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"What, really? You didn't strike me as the camping type."

Geralt knew, of course, that it wasn't the camping experience that would keep Nina there with him, if she stayed. He sat there, listening to her breathing, in and out.

"Seriously, though." He met her look with one of his own, yellow eyes searching her for any visible sense of misgiving. She didn't smell anxious, or afraid, but human habit had him looking for other signs.

"If you're okay with it. And if Inej won't kill me for it the next time she finds me."

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Nina laughed. She supposed she deserved that. "I'm a trained soldier, Geralt. I've slept in more unpleasant places than this. At least once with someone that wanted to actively kill me and only refrained because I was keeping him alive."

She lifted an eyebrow at him; her eyes were warm, maybe a little amused. Her smile lingered even as she leaned in to give him a kiss. "Seriously though," she echoed gently. "I'm happy to stay out here with you if you want the company. And if Inej tries anything, I'll break Kaz's other leg."

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Geralt kissed her. He couldn't keep himself from doing so, not when every cell of his body felt wound tight. He'd wanted to eat her up since the moment she arrived and he caught the smell of sandalwood from her hair, the look of her skin in the firelight.

It was a strong kiss, his tongue searching into her mouth, though his teeth were careful of hurting her. He didn't trust them, not the way he was.

Geralt lifted her arm, slid the fabric of her cardigan up. He moved his mouth down it, from the inside of her elbow to her wrist, where he licked, kissed, until he knew he felt her start to shiver from the touch and not the cold of eveningfall under the cover of trees.

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The kiss startled her but rather than pulling back, Nina pushed to meet him. She opened to him, because she really had worried, and she felt silly for feeling his absence as much as she had.

She turned toward him more, held his shoulder tightly.

While Geralt's mouth was more gentle, Nina bit his bottom lip before he pulled away. Heat rushed into her cheeks as his mouth teased down her arm, from elbow to wrist.

"Saints, Geralt," she whispered, a bit breathless.

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"Not sure they had anything to do with it."

Geralt's breath was low, hot, even. His body felt too warm, too quickly. There was a noise in the back of his throat, somewhere between a groan and a growl, and he reached for Nina's hips and lifted her, settling her back down straddling his lap. He pressed their foreheads together, the unnatural heat of his against Nina. Her own skin felt cool to his touch.

"If we keep this up, I'm not going to be able to stop at just putting my mouth on you."

It was something he'd never said before. Geralt had very good control over himself, always. Never became so excited. He stared at Nina.

He would never hurt her, not even under the circumstances. But she may not be interested in what he was suggesting, and she deserved to have at least one final chance to get out, to leave.

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She'd been so aware of the chill of creeping night before; she'd been thinking about getting the blanket out of her bag. But by the time she was straddling Geralt's lap it seemed like an easy thing to forget. She felt nothing but warmth, aware of every place their bodies touched.

Saints, it wasn't fair how much he excited her.

Nina pushed her knees into the grass so she could press closer against Geralt.

"I don't want you to stop," she said, her own voice low and wanting. She trusted the look in his eyes, trusted that he would never hurt her. A smile curved her lips. "Just don't tear this dress. I like it."

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"I like you in that dress."

He had permission. Geralt lifted her up, enough to pull the dress up over her waist, so that she was sitting on only her knickers against him.

"But I think I like you more out of it. Arms up."

He dropped his head, licking a long, hot stripe across her pale, soft stomach, right above the line of the bottom of her belly, right above the waist of her knickers.

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Nina complied, helping him get all the fabric gathered around her waist before the dress came off over her head. There was a momentary shiver when all her skin was exposed to the air, a rush of goosebumps that rose and faded.

Her underthings were wine red, dark against her pale skin. Nina leaned back, everything in her jumping at the intimate touch of Geralt's tongue. Saints, it was perfect.

She pushed her fingers into his hair, desperate for something to hold onto.

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He felt her skin prickle under his fingers, and then settle again, beneath his touch. With her dress lifted over her head, Geralt gave a grunt and lifted both of them from where he sat to drop them onto his makeshift camp bed, a pile of quilts and furs on the top of a pile of dried, shredded grass.

Geralt mouthed at Nina's hip, tracing the soft way the bone of it stuck out just enough when she was on her back. His teeth tugged at the lace band of her dark underwear.

"You're so soft."

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Nina's breath escaped in a little huff when her back hit the camp bed. She could smell the leather and fur and sweet grass, and she liked it.

But she didn't have a lot of time to think about how much she liked the scent as Geralt's mouth, hot and perfect, traced kisses across her hip. She squirmed at the light scrape of his teeth.

"I work very hard on that," she quipped, a grin lighting her face. It was nice to hear the appreciation in his voice.

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"Mm, the work paid off. Could probably use some more time soaking in a tub and some oil myself."

Geralt's voice was distracted, his eyes drinking in the details of Nina's bare skin. The gentle way her belly button dotted the middle of her, the constellations of tiny, light brown moles that decorated her here and there.

He took her underwear in his teeth firmly this time, and while lifting her hips with his fingers pressed gently into her, he tugged the fabric down toward her knees. Setting Nina back down, Geralt moved them the rest of the way off, slowly, moving inch by inch as his rough hands smoothed down the length of her bare legs. She shaved them.

That caught his attention, made his trousers feel uncomfortably tight, too restrictive. But Geralt left them on, at least for the meantime.

Geralt caught the scent of her down there, stronger now that she was bared, and excited. His eyes fluttered shut, his jaw gave a shudder. When he opened his eyes again, the thin pupils shivered.

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Nina bit her lip as Geralt peeled her panties off with his teeth. She lifted her hips to help, so aware of the callouses on his fingers, the rough slide against her soft skin.

She wasn't even trying to listen and she could still hear the thrum of his heart, the way his body responded to hers, and she didn't bother to try to quell the ache she felt. She looked at him, lips slightly parted as she breathed and she couldn't help the shiver coursing through her.

Anticipation.

There was a joke, some little witticism on the tip of her tongue, but it died there when she saw his eyes, the way he looked at her. Saints.

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Geralt leaned toward over her, body touching hers, his skin hot even through the thin fabric of his white blouse. He smoothed one of his palms up her chest, careful of the points that had developed, unwanted, at the ends of his nails, but only just. He let them trace Nina's skin, barely, until he reached her bra. He pressed his palm below the cup of it, molding against the round give of her breast. Her nipple, already becoming hard, rolled against his palm.

He made another growl of interest in the back of his throat, very softly, and bent low over Nina again, pulling back so that his head rested between her legs.

Geralt rubbed his cheek against the inside of her thigh, rough hair there brushing against sensitive, impossibly tender skin.

"Nina," he murmured, eyes gone half-lidded. "Still okay?"

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Nina arched her back and reached beneath herself while Geralt teased her breast through the damned fabric. With a soft, frustrated sound she managed to get the clasp free. As much as she appreciated the lingerie here, she wasn't quite used to bras yet.

She managed to get it off, tossing it somewhere while Geralt slid down her body; she could feel the scruff of his beard against her thigh. It took every ounce of restraint not to try to wiggle her hips. She could feel his breath against her and it was maddening.

But she still shivered at the way he said her name. Oh, she'd be dreaming of that.

"Geralt," she breathes, voice tight with desire. "I promise I will be very clear when it's not okay."

Her fingers slid through his hair, tangling, giving a little tug.

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Geralt chuckled, because he knew that Nina was becoming frustrated, could smell it on her. Knew that she was serious and she was saying she was about done with hearing his consistent requests for reassurance. She wanted him, badly. He wanted to give himself to her.

"Shhh," he murmured. "I won't interrupt."

He pressed his long, straight nose against the mound between her legs and breathed in, hands beginning to shake unsteadily against her, holding himself back. Geralt darted his tongue out, hot as his skin, and licked along the split of her, before slipping his tongue in. The motion was gentle at first, curious and thoughtful, as he memorized the smell and taste of her.

Then he found the center of her and folded his tongue around, moving against her with more and more pressure, more and more roughly, but patiently, restrainedly slow.

He was, as promised, utterly silent.

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His laugh was infuriating and Nina slid one of her legs over Geralt's shoulder like she had every intention of hooking his head closer if he didn't do it himself.

But saints, he did. Nina's head dropped back with a soft, sharp gasp at the first touch of his tongue. Oh it had been ages, and Geralt knew what he was doing. Her fingers stayed tight in her hair and the other hand grabbed at the blanket beneath her.

"Don't stop," she moaned, like she was legitimately concerned that he might. Nina moved her hips, nearly matching the rhythm of his tongue, seeking more, more. "Tak, os tak."

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Geralt didn't, he wouldn't have. His tongue kept moving against her, experienced, untiring. His breath was hot, deep, impossibly even. He worked her until he could feel her nearing an edge, feel the muscles in her thighs tense and shake.

And then he slowed, gentled, until she fell back from the edge. But only once. Any more, and she would become too sensitive, he might risk making her overstimulated, sore.

He urged Nina on again with a soft noise of encouragement, his hands moving up and down the sides of her torso in long, gentle strokes, assured and eager to hear her tumble over.

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Her thighs trembled and her hands clenched and unclenched, pulling at his hair and at the blanket as he worked her higher. She could feel the sweet coil of tension in her, low in her belly. She couldn't be still and she was trying, desperately, to ride his blessed mouth when he started-- he started to slow.

Nina whimpered, eyebrows drawing together in sweet consternation as Geralt teased her.

She eased down from that sweet edge with a soft whine, tried to catch her breath. But it only lasted a moment and she shivered hard when his voice vibrated against her. The way he touched her, his rough hands dragging down her sides to her hips as he worked her up again.

This time he let her have it. Her voice broke and she reminded herself they were in the middle of the woods and who cared if a bunch of deer and a few foxes heard her? She moaned, sharp and sweet as her body tensed. She tried not to trap his head, fairly certain a man needed to breathe even if she coming. She nearly sat up as her stomach tightened and as she sank back down again she pushed at his head, gentle but insistent.

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Nina practically shoved his head against her, and Geralt gave the same laugh again, very quiet, a rumble. He lifted his face, Nina's hands still pulling at his white hair. Geralt replaced his tongue with his palm, pressed the flat of it against her there as he crawled up her body.

He mouthed her hip, sucked until he left soft, damp red marks. Geralt found Nina's neck again, soft, shapely, and instinct, the heady smell of her, had his lips wrapped around the column of it before he could argue otherwise with himself. His teeth dug in, less gently, and he pressed into her skin with them, leaving a broad love bite there.

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Her fingers loosened their grip, going weak in the wake of her pleasure. A little grin flickered to life when she realized he was leaving little bruises along her hip. His shirt brushed over her skin as he climbed higher and even that felt exciting.

Nina's breath caught when Geralt's mouth covered the delicate column of her throat. Her fingers tightened in his hair, a brief warning to be gentle. But he was. He bit her, but it was more tantalizing than anything else, and she blushed to think about explaining the mark to Inej.

Maybe she would just let her wonder.

As soon as he released her, she tugged Geralt's head a little higher and kissed him as she framed his clothed hips with her thighs.

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"You smell gorgeous this way." He mumbled against her mouth, face flushed pink from arousal, eyes swamped with black. He kissed her back, messy, feeling her lips against his, against his beard. Geralt let out a very long, low growl.

He shifted to straddle one of Nina's bare thighs, pressing down against her, rough and hungry for contact, his cock hard and trapped between his legs. It wasn't a terrible sensation, arousing in its own right, all sweet torture and ache.

Geralt gripped one of the quilts beneath them with his hand, hard enough that his pale knuckles turned a pure white even under firelight. His nails, what had become claws, ripped into the layered fabric. He was alright with the sacrifice of a blanket or two. He'd managed to be gentle with Nina.