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You yelped cowering with a slight hiss as the huge male pinned you down, snarling and angry. A beast in full attack mode. He was confused and disorientated. Unsteady on his feet but even so this man had been a trained witcher, he wasnt going to let a little nausea and dizziness stop him from swinging his sword.
You laid flat and bared your neck, looking away from him showing your tummy and closed your eyes praying his instincts would override his panic. Because he was just like you now. Just as large and dangerous, you had no advantage anymore.
He paused growling before stumbling to his knees, dropping beside you tiredly. You could hear his breaths, deep drags through his flared nostrils scenting you, each breath deeper then the last. You flinched as his sword dropped in the snow beside you with a mighty thunk.
Then his fingers prodded your chin. You both gasped as the first contact was made. The little shock rolling over your skin as he tipped your head towards him. Your dark eyes locking with the amber molten irises of your mate. You locked gazes but he quickly saw it a challange and bared his teeth once more at you.
You shuddered and shrunk below him as he crouched over your slight form, his knees digging into the frozen snow either side of your fram e now fully straddljng you. You lowered your eyes knowing full well he was feeling himself for the first time, relishing in the nature that plagued your kind. It must be a terrible thing to endure, to experience monstrous instincts when youd gone your whole life hunting those that fell to the these basic needs. Kill, eat, fuck.
"What have you done to me?" You whined at the low growl, the timber of his voice was enough to make you want to present to him, to bend over and let your mate have you. It was the kind of voice that you could mistake for a cursed silver tongue.
"I...i saved you" you uttered quietly to him, trying to remain still and be as small and meek as you possibly could. Geralt wasnt convinced and looked the the trail of blood from the snow covered mound he knew was the dead bear that he'd been hunting. Then the tree around him was drenched in blood. His. He didnt know what had happened after he'd passed out from blood loss, but waking in a pool of his own blood next to a stunning ethereal looking woman who smelt like a divine meal seemed off. Not only that but he felt different, everything seemed more, colours brighter scents more intense, hearing sharper. He felt big and powerful but also like he had less control.
"It doesnt feel like it. What are you? A siren? Vampire? Or some other deceitful little beast?" He growled inspecting the lithe woman below him, his mind trying to think over all the possible monsters he had learned in the bestiary. But none could make him feel the way he did. None could amplify his senses and make him want to fuck her brains out at the same time.
"Non-none of those please- please let me explain" you pleaded eyeing him carefully wanting to tell him everything now that he was alive and well. Healed and undergone the whole process of turning.
You'd agonized over him as he turned, frightened his mutations would hindder his transformation. And in a way it had, youd had to help him, breaking some of the bones for him when his shift got stuck, even going far as to bite him another three times as he almost awoke, your venom wasnt as effective on him as it would a regular human. But it had been worth it. Once finished his form was the same as yours. A huge pure white polar bear shifter.
"Go ahead" the words felt more like a threat, a dare. He was daring you to lie to him. He wanted you to spin him a great tale of heroism. And he wasnt far off, you sighed and looked to the dead polar ear next to you and looked back to your alpha with a sigh before beginning to retell the story of how you got here with him, and what youd done to him.
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It had started a few weeks agos for you. There was an enforcer gone rogue. The story was he'd found his mate- human mate and had been to slow to claim her she'd been killed for being a mage. She wasnt. But the traveling witch hunter had deemed her eyes to be an 'unnatural shade of green' and suddenly she was being dragged to the nearest tree for a rope around her neck.
The enforcer got their too late and had gone mad. He turned and began his hunt, not after taking his grief out on the village. Killing those that had conjured stories about the so called witch to save their own hides. But the village had got a witcher in, thinking it was a curse from the deceased witch. But the shifter had already begun tracking this witch hunter acoss the wilderness.
And so it became a race, both you and the witcher were hunting down this rogue, not that the white wolf noticed you were good at staying hidden. You had sped up needing to get their first and kill this rogue. Witchers didnt know of your kind, and they didnt need to. The last thing you needed was a mutated human poking their nose into your business.
But alas luck wasnt on your side and youd been to late. Geralt had got there first and had mistook the rogue shifter for an ordinary bear. A fight ensued and geralt was out matched by the fury and rage the beast had. Youd arrived just intime to see the bear knock the famed witcher off of his feet into the snow, bleeding from the claw marks.
You had felt it instantly. The rage and fear, the scent of the witchers blood made yours boil in your vains, yet your stomach dropped and your heart froze. All you could think was mate. Mate. My alpha was hurt! He could die!. With that thought you burst into your shift and lunged with a ferocious roar. The battled didnt last long. The threat of your mate bleeding out had made you viscious. You didnt care about delivering a good death. You only cared about protecting your mate, you bit and tore into your opponent savagely not playing around. The longer it took the less likely your mate would survive..
After dealing with the threat you rushed to your witchers side and crowded him, snuffing at him and pawing him gently. He'd drifted into unconsciousness which was good for you because it gave you the chance to take care of the rogue alone without prying eyes.
Youd laid with him in the snow, curling around him keeping him warm unsure what to do. He was a witcher, but you were unsure what potion he needed, each smelt vile and none were labled or had any hint to what they did. You had shifted and tried to tend his wounds but could do very little for him. He was a mutated human and you wasnt sure what to do. All you knew was that pain killers were bad for them, they can become reliant on them to the point of addiction. And he didnt have much in the way of bandages.
So you stayed and tried mothering him. Remaining shifted in your bear form to look after him. Carrying him to the trees for some shelter and lapped at his wounds trying to help him. And nurse him to health.
But his heart had grown weaker, he had lost too much blood and was growing weak. Finally you had made your choice. You will not loose him, you cant. So with a heavy sigh you made the decision to bite him now. You will ask for forgivness afterwards, but right in that moment you had to turn him and let him heal.
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"You turned me? Into what!?" The rage in his veins multiplied as he began to understand what had happened as you told your story. He wasnt human. Or a witcher. You'd made him into something else, somthing stronger but unstable. He could feel it.
"A-a shifter... it was the only way, alpha please- i wouldnt have but your my... my mate and you were dying! I had to!" You pleaded weeping below him frightened of the rage rolling off of him.
He paused for a moment and calmed, for some reason the scent of your fear was unpleasant. Like the scent of acidic unrine and and rotting meats, the scent that would linger in his npse for days as a warning. He took a deep breath and hushed you, one hand moving to pet your hair on instinct needing to sooth you as you began to panic. He wasnt sure why but it helped as you craned your head into his palm with a sigh, and then the dreadfull scent wafted away leaving him the a sweet honeyed fresh smell oozing from you.
"You may not be a witcher anymore, for that i am sorry but you are a ploar bear shifter the same as me. As the biggest and strongest of all shifters were are expected to become enforcers" you breathed out in what was a strange relief. You were happy that he'd shifted into the same bear as you. A polar bear, huge and powerful. The strongest of all shifters, barely anything could overcome one. The only reason you had been able to kill the other was because of your protective rage at seeing your mate injured.
"Enforcers?" The male asked unsure of what anything meant in that moment. He was to busy running his hands over you, fingers drifting over your long pale locks and knuckes skimming your cheeks and neck. He couldnt stop, there was something addictive and soothing about touching you. Like an easing of his soul.
"Yes, its... similar to a witcher but we hunt our own. Shifters can turn, go mad and loose control of their beasts. They go rogue, we are expected to hunt them and put them down. They are a threat to our survival." Yoh uttered moving a hand up to your alpha shakey fingers reachingmout for him needing to touch him yourself, to leave your scent on him.
"So that one who attacked me?" Geralt asked before dipping his face down letting your small hand rest on his jaw, his breath hitched as the stubble met your soft hand. You sighed exploring him running your fingers over his,face, drawing along the contorsmof his strong facial features and handsome lines.
"A rogue yes.I have been hunting him, he is the one who you were after to. Your contract" you explained wincing slightly as you shifted growing uncomfortable in the frozen snow, the harsh ground making your back ache.
Geralt growned and retreated rising to his huge height and offering a palm to you. With no sign of struggle he hoisted you to your feet and twisted his hand, curlingnhis fingers around your wrist locking aroundmit like a shackle almost as if he was worried you'd bolt and try to flee.
"You mean shifters? Not werewolves but shifters? As in humans that can shift at will with full control? I hate to break it to you, but shifters are wives tales. Stories told to children to stop them from talking to strangers." Geralt huffed rolling his eyes and smileing at you amused that you'd buy such ridiculous tales.
"So you dont belive me?" You grunted irritated by his laughter.
"Its impossible you have more chance to see pixies!" Geralt exclaimed baiting you further.
"Good, if thats what you think then we enforcers have done our job." Yoh scoffed a little annoyed yet proud, relieved youd managed to stay hidden from these well trained hunters.
"They arent real" geralt huffed shaling his head alll his anger now becoming amusement, there was a light feeling he hadnt had in a long time. Not only had he connected with you but he felt relaxed and safe. He could feel the bond between you. He didnt necessarily understand it yet all he knew was thatyou and him were a team.
"Want me to prove it?" You asked growling with a petulant anger a stubbornness over takingnyou. You bristled at the following laugh from your alpha.
"Go ahead" geralt snorted making a sweeping motion with his hand as ha stepped to the side givingnyou space whilst internally preparing his 'i told you so' speech. But his smirk quickly dropped when your form shuddered and contorted before you arched forward and stood proud before him your shoulder inline with his. Your head craned up staring him in the eye. He was speechless as he peered at you, for a second he flinched, fingers itching to his scabbard. It was only then he panicked for a moment as his hands missed, the scabbard was empty.
But he paused as you let out a strange low chuff at him and dipped your head. He blinked and looked at you, this time really looked. Geralt of rivia had looked jnto the eyes of many beasts over the years, he knew what evil looked like, he had seen their eyes go from a savage rage to still and lifeless and everythingm in between. But yours? your eyes held their humanity, a deep soulful look that was intelligent and much more then the monstrous. Maim. Kill. eat. Fuck. It was then he knew.
He raised a hand to you slowly pressing his palm into the thick white fur. Both soft and coarse, fluffy and prickly on his skin. Your head was the size of his chest and pressed into him before tipping up and snaking your tongue out quickly tasteing his skin making him grunt and arch away making you bellow a chuffing chuckle at him ont you growl as he flicked your nose making you sneeze comically.
You shifted back and peered up as he growled pawing at the spittle on his face but still smiled down at you. Things took a more serious turn as you began speaking again, your smile dropping as you tried explaining the obvious questions that will follow.
"We are not safe geralt. Shifters are misunderstood and we need to be forgotten to history otherwise we would be culled. Look at the mages. And the monsters you hunt? That would happen to us. So we disappear blend in, live quietly and deal with our own" your voice was low, quite asmif you were tryjng to hide the truth you spk,e, in a way you were. These secrects were sacred, the secrecy was what kept your race alive for so long. Every bone in your body was against telling him despite the witcher being your mate.
BuT still he was just that, a witcher. Ones you were taught to fear just asmuch as the humans did. Probably even more, yoh were supernatural, a shifter was a creaturw with monstrous urges and frightening instincts. A witcher could find cause to kill you, a precautionary culjng would always be justified for a beast.
"But its dangerous, you should atleast inform witchers of your existence." geralt tried to argue back. He was growing annoyed. There was definitely a pull, a bond between you. But that wasnt what irritated him the most. It was the unknown, the fact your kindnhad evaded the wotcher schools for so long. How? How could an entire race hide from his own kind for centuries? He prided himself on knowing all of the beastiary and yet here yoh were. The impossible standing right befoee him.
Geralt paused an looked to his hands. His kind? He wasnt a witcher now. He wasnt a witcher. The thought shocked him a single tremor of terror rose up his spine. Thags all he knew. All he ever was, what he'd been t3rained for. A scared child how became a mutant. A trained witcher and now he was a... shifter?
"Why so you can kill us? So humans can blame us for things we dont do? We live peacefully in our packs and clans. We destroy the ones who go rogue. Its our business not yours" geralt was snapped out of his little epiphany as our words grew feirce and acidic, venom laced the words like a poisoned pblade, sharp and deadly. You were frustrated and axnious he could see your weremthinking a mile a minute probably tryingntomfigure out what to do from here.
"And still i was called to kill one" the former witcher huffed with a smug amusement trying to add some humour into the mix wanting to calm you.
"Yet i am the one who killed it. Geralt please try to understand we are frightened of your kind... well" you trailed off after trying to plead with him to see your predicament. You effectivly just outted an entire race because fate decided to mate you with a being you all feared.
"frightened?" Geralt paused, sure he knew many 'monsters' were scared pf witchers but it was strange hearing it from one so calm yet clearly powerfull. Those that dint hunt humans had no reason to fear witchers. Unlike what most believed witchers didnt just hunt monsters willy nilly. They werent bloodthirsty savages biting at the bit for a fight. They kept balance.
Kill those that threaten humans but not after trying to spook them off. Occasionally a witchers job was to usher the beasts away and sheild them from humans. Or atleast that was what geralt precived as his job. He'd rather avoid killing but only did so to protect himself and those weaker then these beats.
You stepped closer and eyed him worriedly. Shrugging your shoulders and peered at the dead shifter slowly disappearing iunder a fresh layer of snow.
"A witcher is terrifying even to us. Besides they are dying out, you cant make more of your kind so there no point in telling you now" you managed to avoid explaining further and made an ecxuse trailing off. Geralt eyed you for a few koments longer, standing taller posturing. You shrunk slightlymas your alpha held you in his stare. Honestly you were still waiting for him to reject you, to scream and try to attack you once more but he didnt.
"Come, we are returning home" the male grunted as he turned leaning down to pluck up his pack and swords. You frowned unsure of what just happened but the words sunk in. Home... your alpha had a den? And he was inviting you to it- he was accepting you?!
"h-home? You mean you have a den? I didnt know witchers had dens?" You suttered sniffling slightly trying jot to cry as tears welled in your eyes. You never thought youd be accepted by a male. Polar bears were too strong, they frightened the others thats why they were used as the enforcers. Youd resigned yourself to never experiencing the bliss of being with your soul mate. You pawed at your eyes willing away the tears as you shuffled closer. You wanted nothing more then to be close to your mate, your alpha! Someone who you could depend on. Someone who you could turn to and let your gaurd down.
"Den? I? Yes i have a den, its in the mountains i return for winter" geralt paused at the term but quickly nodded smiling softly. He moved closer stepping beside you his arm just brushing your shoulder as you both fell into step. The former witcher chuckled as you let out a low mewl like pur and craned into him. Suddenly youd changed from the anxious timid and flighty woman into a needy pup... cub? It was clear you were just as desperate for a family and home as he was deep down.
"That witcher stronghold? You cant be serious we cant go there" you flinched yelping, trying to stop in your tracks but geralt wound an arm over your shoulders and kept you moving alongside him.
"Yes kaer morhen. And we will let the others know" he announced as he tugged you out of the shaded wood area.
"No! Geralt you dont know enough! You dont understand!" You argued fighting against him, but a slow rumble echoed in his chest and you froze before letting him pull you closer to his frame as you both stepped out into the open. You almost swooned as he looked around the open space at past the tree line. He was Serveying the area, making sure it was safe for you to follow. It was a strange feeling, having him guard you without even realising.
"I understand enough to know youll do as your told. Afterall you are my female, i felt you surrender to me. You called me your mate and alpha. Im betting that im in charge now as your alpha" he explained with a smirk, his eyes alight with a gentle mirth, teasing you. You flushed and looked away shyly falling into this strange little role, the natural hierarchy of your race. Geralt was your alpha male now. His job was to protect and provide it was intimidating yet soothing. You no longer had to fend for yourself or be alone.
"now come along female its time to return home, we can discuss things with vesemir and like you said witchers are a dying breed, it shouldnt matter now" The words were accompanied by a swift light patt on your rump as he whistled in a high pitch calling for roach, who came trotting out of the woods after a few still moments.
"But we cant! We will never make it in time for-" you began fretting speaking before actually thinking about the words. Luckily you amanged to stop yourself short.
"For what?" Geralt asked as he climbed on top of roach and dragged you up with him, sitting you on the saddle infront of him a little surprized at how much easier it was. His strength was definitely improved along with his senses.
"Nothing" you flushed mumblingnunder your breath now fixing your gaze onto roaches mane in your hand as geralt se t the hors into a slow walk heading north intent on out running the winter and returning to kear morhen a few weeks before the snow hit the mountains.
"No what were you going to say?" He hummed curiously but you just squirmed before releasing a high whistled tune calling your own horse from hiding. Geralt cast a glance behind himas your own horse trotted up along side roach clearly used to following you whatever the circumstances.
"Nothing it doesnt matter" you uttered shrinking in uis lap as his heavy forearm draped across your tummy and pulled yoh tighter.
"No tell me it sounded important" geralt persisted his breath fanning your neck causing you to shiver and shift again on his lap, tryin to beat away the feeling in your loins as his thighs rocked with the gait of the mare. You whined breathlessly not wanting to think about your almost slip up when sat astride the wide mare with your alphas cock nestled tightly on you ass.
"Female dont play these games, tell me. What will we be late for?" He chided at your silence and dipped his nose into the crook of your neck growling and puring with each deep breath scenting you. You whimpered as his scruff dragged abong your skin, tickling you with a tiny bristly five o'clock shadow.
"It-its just mating season is in a few months" you sighed giving in knowing he'd just continue his teasing untill ou told him whats on your mind.
"Mateing?" Geralt asked rarejng back and leani g to the side encouraging you to face him. You blushed harder and shrugged nodding to him still trying to ignor the warmth from him, the way you both swayed rubbing against one another with the mares leisurely pace through the snow.
"Yeah... you know mating and cubs an'stuff" you spo,e trailing off not wanting to think about mateing this glorious male when your rocking on him. It wouldnt take much for him to scent your arousal. And you dodnt want to be mounted in the snow, your sure youd loose a toe or two to frostbite.
"Cubs? As in children? We can? I can have children?" Geralt frowned. That was absurd he couldnt have children her was a witcher; was a witcher but not anymore? You watched as his face lit up, eyes growing wide and his chest puffing up his entire being filling with hope. He pleaded with his eyes at you beggjng for you to answer the unspoken question, to confirm his suspicion.
"Well yeah... your a shifter now and my mate, so you can.. you know? get me pregnant and have a family" you nodded shyly smileing whislt nervpusly twiddling the horses thick mane in your fingers.
"My own child? I can have my very own child with you?" The question was breathless and haunting, like he was waiting for you to laugh and correct him. Tell him it was still impossible, that he was still infertile. But instead your cheeks glowed brighter and you huffed embarrassed nodding quickly avoiding his eyes.
"Yes geralt. Its what mates do! We bond and mate and have cubs!" You stuttered out yelping at him voice cracking under the embarrassment of talking about mating and such.
"And we have a month?" Geralt clarified suddenly very serious but theilled all the while. He seemed to have gained a new lease pf life at the prospect of cubs. But then again it was somthing he had long been denied and not by choice.
"Two."
"Two months to reach kaer morhen? Thats doable. Do not look at me like that mate. Thats my den, im sure im supposed to mate you in my den" he scolded yoh lightly as you grimanced at him pouting and frowning at him clearly unimpressed about haveing cubs in the qotcher school.
"Lets make a den somewhere else" you offered trying to sway him out of going to the famed witcher school. But he just craned his head forward pressing a soft kiss to the curve of your neck instantly placating you,the affection stunned you into silence all argument dying on your tongue as his lips moulded to your skin branding it with his heated kiss.
"No. Now come on we have two months" he stated as hepulled away from your neck before ushering roach into a canter now having a deadline to be home by.
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"What is- Y/N! MERLOT! WHERE ARE YOU?!" Geralt broke out into a run,sprinting down the well travelled path into the remains of his old witcher school. His heart racing as he scent of another male permeated the air. It hadnt taken him long to realise other males were a threat to his mate and adoptive cub Merlot.
Just over three years ago Geralt had followed a scent of shifter crossing his territory and gone out to investigate. It hadn't been long before he came across the corpse of a female bear shifter. She'd been wounded badly. And the boy Merlot had been hiding frightened into his first shift, curled up into mothers side alone and hungry. At first geralt had thought him to be a normal bear cub mistaking this shifter for his mother. The alpha was going to put him out of his misery only to stop when the cub had scented him, and quickly raced around the deceased female rushing to geralts side then transformd into a knee height toddler before his eyes. Tiny hands reaching up at him pleading with his eyes not to abandon him there.
It had been the first time he'd seen a shifter cub and had instantly scooped up the child returning home with him. You later explained that cubs were much more instinctive then adults. As you grew you gained more awareness and more consciousness over your beast. Merlot had instinctively recognised geralt as a strong alpha and his best bet at safety and clung to him.
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With no thought he barreled into his home eyes glowing snarling and posturing, back straight and chest puffed out smelling the unknown male. The scent was stronger in here. His nostrils flared and he froze ready to pounce as your heels clicked on the stone floor.
His heart seized as he took in the sight before him. You stood still by the door, hair pulled neatly into a half up half down style like those of the new westerners that were pouring into the continent. Your soft body encased in fine velvet, a stiff bodice pressing your full bosom up into two steep mounds and large full skirt swaying around your legs. Merlot stood beside you, one hand clutching your skirt the other tugging on his own new modern outfit, hair pulled back from his face in a low bun.
But it wasnt the new modern appearance that shook him to his core. Nor the growth spurt on his older cub- who was now a good four inches taller only just reaching your hip. No. It was the bundle you held in your arms. The tiny grunts and soft coos of a child coming from the wriggling blankets that hung down the front of your dress.
You smiled to him meekly and looked down repositioning the small cub. Twisting to cradle it sweetly letting geralts eyes see a tiny hand hover in the air, the profile of a small face peeking fron the swaddle.
"Charles. Look your papa is home" you hummed slowly aproaching geralt. The famed witcher met you half way eyes locked on the cup in you arms.
"Ch-charles? A boy- is it? Is he mine?" Geralt trembled, he couldnt help it he was over joyed but still dared not to dream. A child of his own flesh and blood had never been something he truly thought he'd have.
"Of course he is. Geralt this is charles, your son." With those words the dam broke and the usually strong stoic witcher was brought to tears as you handed him his miracle child. Charles. A strange name but it fit him somehow.
"He was a surprize. But a welcome one, he is two weeks old early and small but healthy. Merlot has been such a good boy, he has helped tremendously" yoh explained moving to stepp beside your step son pressing rubbing circles onto his back trying to calm the older cub who fretted over his place in the clan now that his father had a fullbloded cub.
"You have?" Geralt uttered looking to the boy letting a low rumble, calling his oldest to him. Merlot tiptoed closer to his father still unsure how things would be now there was a new cub. With one hand holding charles geralt held the other to merlot. Suddenly merlot was up on his fathers hip giggling as geralt scented him burrowing his nose into the boys hair and sniffing making merlot giggle out loud, all anxiety washed away as his father doted on him as normal.
"Yes papa, i play with him! And read to him when mama is sleepy an'hold him an'bounce him but-but he spits up on me... i dont mind though! Even if its icky" merlot spoke quickly now feeljng much better that his alpha was still accepting him.
"My good boy, i can alway countnon you to look after your mother and now charles... God he's tiny. So very tiny, is he-will he be a bear- a polar bear like us?" Geralt purred at him holding him tight letting merlot hok his arms around him snuggling deeper, the past few weeks of worry now melting and he could relax once more.
"He is small... and his colouring isnt like ours so maybe not? Only time will tell" you replied now coiljng arohnd your mate and arms holdjng his waist needingnto reacquaint yourself with him.
"Good, i dont want him hunting like us. Ever. He could be hurt. He deserves better" geralt hummed lookjng at the sleepjng newborn in his arm. Feeling a warm pride as he held his two sons.
"He does and so does Merlot they both deserve much better then here, i... i've been thinking i'd like to leave. As much as i love our den we need to intergrate. Its been two hundred years. These two deserves everything we can give them" you utterd slowly now wanting to ease geralt into your thoughts, the plans you'd made gfor your clan as your pregnancy became apparent.
"Where? I will take them anywhere. Give them anything" geralt said quickly not even needing to think about it. He would give his family the world, anytning they could possibly want or need.
"I think the west. England hasnt got a large shifter population. They are an island. Less shifters mean less rogues, it'll be safer. We can start our own clan make roots there" you said moving a hand to both of your sons blinoing up at geralt. He locked eyes with you and smiled nodding. Perhaps it was time to rejoin society and let his children thrive in the human world.
"Then we shall go to england" he agreed nodding to you before leaning in pressing a kiss to your lips, which made merlot whine and wriggle knowjng what was coming next and wanting to get out of the danger zone. But you and gerlat pulled back sharing a sly look before the both of you dived forward making the cub squeel as you both attacked him with kisses.
Geralt had never planned on this, never thought he'd meet a shifter and become a so called mpnster. But every day he was more and more greatfull because he now had a life he'd only dreamt of, he the white wolf-geralt of rivia the famed witcher was now a husband and father of two. And he wouldnt change it for the world.