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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.
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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Date: 2017-09-22 01:59 am (UTC)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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Date: 2017-09-22 02:06 am (UTC)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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Date: 2017-09-22 02:25 am (UTC)"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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Date: 2017-09-22 02:41 am (UTC)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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Date: 2017-09-22 02:49 am (UTC)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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Date: 2017-09-22 03:00 am (UTC)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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Date: 2017-09-22 03:14 am (UTC)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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Date: 2017-09-22 03:24 am (UTC)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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Date: 2017-09-22 03:33 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2017-09-22 03:39 am (UTC)She lifted her eyebrows at him and her hands released his hips to start gathering his shirt, drawing it higher across his back; she let the fabric tease his skin as much as her fingers did until she pulled it over his head. She met him with another kiss and she could hear the fabric tear as he dug into it.
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Date: 2017-09-22 03:46 am (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2017-09-22 03:53 am (UTC)"Is that really necessary?" She knew something had him spooked, but she trusted him and more than that, she trusted herself.
As his weight settled against her, Nina tried to calm down a little. "Don't think you had to worry about me getting cold," she said with a small smile as he gathered the blankets around her. As it was, his body heat was doing plenty for her.
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Date: 2017-09-22 04:16 am (UTC)He didn't smile, but in the firelight, his eyes glittered. He settled in beside Nina, now shirtless, and he pressed their chests against one another, curling her against him, beneath his chin.
"You still planning on staying? Not sure what you might wake up to in the morning. Might be a side of me you're not gonna like."
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Date: 2017-09-22 04:21 am (UTC)"Yes, I'm still planning on staying. I'm a very stubborn person, Geralt. Surely you've noticed." Her voice was light and she pressed a tender kiss to his chest. "Besides, you might see a side of me you don't like. I am not a morning person," she sniffed.
"Are you sure you don't want...?"
She trailed off but as she did her hand slid down his stomach, until her fingers brushed over his covered cock.
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Date: 2017-09-22 04:29 am (UTC)He was about to tell her to relax, to go to sleep, when her hand found the heat and throb between his legs. He'd been trying to will it to settle, trying to wait out the hormones in his own blood, but the gentle ouch, knowing that it was a woman's hand, renewed it all.
"Mm," was all he managed to say. He pressed his hips against her hand, his mouth a thin line as he sighed.
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Date: 2017-09-22 04:33 am (UTC)It seemed like a thin line to walk: he had stopped, and perhaps she should just respect that but-- but he'd wanted, hadn't he? Nina wanted to offer, just once more.
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Date: 2017-09-22 04:41 am (UTC)It was soft, but certain. Nina wanted certainty from him, he understood perfectly. He was willing to give it. He reached down, fingers tugging, a little clumsily, at the laces of his trousers. He hadn't grown used to the change to his hands yet. Fortunately. Nina had stopped things where they were.
At least for now.
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Date: 2017-09-22 04:46 am (UTC)The blanket fell away from her as she straddled him and she made quick work of his laces from there. "Men and all your complicated gear," she teased as she leaned down over him, smiling as she nudged into another kiss.
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Date: 2017-09-22 05:04 am (UTC)"And you haven't seen the first of it. I'm under-dressed tonight."
He had figured nothing would bother him. That was true enough -- Nina was here, but she was the opposite of a bother.
He kissed her back. His hips, narrow beneath her, gave a jump when her knuckles brushed against his cock, beneath the thin fabric of his underwear.
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Date: 2017-09-22 05:14 am (UTC)Her eyes, deep green in the dim light from the fire, slowly traced back up to Geralt's face as her fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly.
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Date: 2017-09-22 05:21 am (UTC)"Nina, please."
His hands serched for purchase, and found it, one in the blankets, one on the nearby log he'd sat on.
Geralt's nails dug in deeply, fingers pressing into the old wood with a strange strength reserved usually for landing sword-blows against fleders and forktails.
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Date: 2017-09-22 05:26 am (UTC)She lifted her eyebrows, coy to the last. She tried little things, learning what he might like best, paying close attention to even the subtlest changes in his pulse, in the flicker of his pupils.
Nina could hear the faint groan of the log when Geralt dug his fingers against it; she'd take it as a compliment, and she wondered, faintly, what it would feel like to have him gripping her thighs.
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Date: 2017-09-22 05:41 am (UTC)Her hand moved over his cock, her wrist changing the stroke here and there, reacting to whatever it is that Nina could feel from him, his heart-beat, his breathing.
"Little more," he whispered. His thighs began to shake. It was better, it always was, when it was someone else's hand.
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Date: 2017-09-22 05:48 am (UTC)It was easy to lean forward, bracing her free hand against Geralt's chest so she could kiss him again, lingering, chasing the taste of him as long as either of them could stand it.
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Date: 2017-09-22 06:02 am (UTC)He thumped his free hand against the log, his spend landing on her hand, on the ground. It was off, like the rest of him, just slightly, but it always had been. A cleaner smell, sweeter.
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