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Now you hadn't exactly been planning on trekking through the damn Blue Mountains of all places to find the comfy as an icicle home of the Witcher's. But life never seems to lead you on the path through the meadow filled with butterflies living in a world like this one. However, it is nice to see your old white haired grumpy grump Geralt after a many years apart, although let us retrace our steps first and find the exact moment you changed your course of history for the better.
Where were you? Oh, yes, that's right! Attempting to speak with the trees in order to find a specific kind that is said to have certain healing properties. Which would be fortunate considering the nasty looking ragged burn scars adorning your left forearm and backside of the hand. This incident was simply an unfortunate accident involving you standing too close to a torch against the wall, and you're tendancy to piss people off.
Which therefor resulted in yourself getting pushed into the wall and then the torch fell and you got badly burned, you did disfigure the bastard who shoved you though. As well as his friend, then you went out and stole their horse, freeing the other one before riding off and finally tending to your painful wounds. But that was a few years ago and still have you not found anything to properly heal your skins disfigurement like how you would like to.
So that's why you're currently out in some forest in the middle of fucking nowhere for the peace and quiet and to talk to some trees. That is if they feel like waking up.
Your horse snorts just as you're about to take a drink from your cup which causes you to startle and spill some water all over your face and the front of your long-coat. Eyes the color of the gemstone Ammolite, which is a perfect mixture of an iridescent sea green paired with flecks of reds and blacks around the pupil of the eye. You turn this enchanted gaze swiftly to your horse, Jester, appropriately named.
"What the fuck!" You snap, wiping off the wetness form your cheeks and chin, "That's the fifth time this week you've done that and I'm really starting to believe it's on purpose."
Jester simply snorts again, you tilt your head at her, "S'cuse me? What was that? You talking back to me now you little shit?" She raises her big head a couple times while neighing like she means to laugh right in your face, you purse your lips together in frustration before throwing the cup at her though she steps back, letting you miss.
Standing there a bit defeated do you shake your head before walking over to her, stopping right in front of her big long face, "Now, let's talk about this. What's wrong? Why'r you being an ass and not a horse?" She nudges your shoulder with her nose, "What? That's why? You want more apples, well I don't know if you've taken any notice to your surroundings but it's winter so go eat a fern or something. Chew on some bark."
Jester snorts as you simply roll your eyes at her, "I can't do a whole lot about this, Jester. You wanted to come with me remember..oh, ow oww okay okay don't push me, yes I know. I'm the reason you're here, now hold still I need something from my pack alright? Maybe I'll find an apple while I'm at it?" She luckily lets you walk around to her side where you flip up a saddle pack before rummaging through it and pulling out a small bound sack.
This object appearing as though you've just taken it from a queen's bedroom as the material is way too nice for being out here, and probably even in your hands. With sack hanging in your left hand do you walk over to your ashen campfire and hold it up for Jester to see, "Now this. This will solve all my problems, most of them at least....the current one." She almost looks to have raised an eyebrow, somewhat interested in your usual nonsense.
Holding the sack no larger then a pear within your left hand do you set it upon the ground where it magically grows to the size of a small fat cat. Jester snorts, giving the ground a single stomp as you wink at her and kneel to open up the sack. Sticking your hand deep within before pulling out a silver and glass chalice filled with hot chocolate, warm delicious hot chocolate. Standing with drink in hand do you pretend to toast to Jester before taking a sip, not too hot not too cold.
Jester neighs as you sip your tasty beverage, you simply shrug at her, "What? This or alcohol."
She takes a playfully threatening step forward as you hold out an arm, "Alright, alright! You stay right the fuck there I'll get you your damn apple you bitch." She stomps her hoof as you make a face before reaching in the sack and pulling out an apple, "Here you annoying cunt eat your pretty apple." She neighs excitedly as you throw it, she immediately catches it and with that eats it in a couple bites.
Sipping your hot chocolate do you shake your head at her, "Horses."
Once finished with your chalice are you ready to wake up some old creaky trees, setting the chalice to the snow covered earth do you walk over to a big bulky barren birch, say that three times fast. The tree is tall as a giant, wide as a king sized bed and the colors of white and black by nature.
A real beauty, a real bitch to wake. Standing directly in front of it do you raise your hands out, palms open, you take a deep breath, "Oh mighty birch of these woods..in, someplace, oh waken up to speeketh to me! I ask thou great mighty tree lord! Hear my voice and open thy eyes, take in a breath and rise!"
Jester snorts, you snap your head over to her, "And you can fuck off."
She neighs this time, head bobbing up and down as you keep your hands outward, "Thy mighty, wondrous, incredible birch here before me! Oh great lord of the trees, protector of the forest, king and queen of the animals that roam these lands. Awaken!" A small breeze blows by, causing your hair to fly into your face and mouth, Jester neighs sounding much like laughter as you get your hair out of your face.
Ignoring the horse do you raise your hands to the great birch once more, "I ask as a kind and humble mage, please awaken." Nothing happens so you continue, "I am not a product of Arituza if that makes a difference, but I am very skilled so if you need something we could most certainly work ourselves out a deal.....Oh huge, massively solid being of earth!"
Jester blows raspberries as you turn your irritation to her, "Shut up I am being kind! And yes, for your information this is the tree I'm looking for." You bring your focus back to the unmoving birch, "It's just....maybe this big guys a little sleepy? It is winter after all....and this is when they're usually asleep and oh Jester I am sick of this fucking arm! I want to rip my damn skin off why couldn't I have been blessed with healing abilities like my little sister?! And I can't even ask her to heal be because she's fucking dead! Fuck this fucking fuck stupid fucking shit!"
Jester snorts, tapping a hoof to the hard earth as you lower your hands and look at her, you freeze, "Oh."
There stands Geralt of Rivia with Roach and some blonde girl seated upon the mares back, he gives you a friendly nod, "Y/N of Falkrym."
You glance from the concerned young girl to Roach to Geralt, "Witcher....and Roach, but it appears you now have a child. Didn't know you adopted?" You make a face, squinting your eyes at her, "This doesn't look right. Geralt, should I even ask this, where'd you get your new friend?"
He takes a casual glance at the blonde girl, "It's a long story."
"I like stories...and, yeah, stories."
His lips turn into a small grin, you're still the same as ever which he's indeed missed dearly. Geralt sighs, leaning from one foot to the other, "What are you doing out here?"
"Not contributing to the war. Doing whatever the fuck I fucking please."
The girl grins at this while you set your hands to your hips, enchanted gaze focused onto the undoubtedly magical child, "And you are? Since this shipwreck of a man can't seem to offer me your actual name."
Her smile falters only a little, not expecting you to speak to her so abruptly, "Oh uh, I'm Ciri." She mutters.
You give her a friendly smile, "Ciri? That's a weird fucking name." Ciri looks bewildered by this as Geralt purses his lips together, you chuckle, "Just kidding. It's a lovely name, simple and sweet, easy to remember unlike mine."
"What's yours?" She hesitantly asks. Geralt rolls his eyes though she luckily doesn't see this, it's more for you then her.
You take a bow, "Y/N Sapphirine Mercedes Peridot Realgar Pendragon." Her dark brows raise as you cross your arms over your chest, "There's three gemstones in that name I'm named after. My mother was an interesting mage, what can I say?"
She looks to you, less nervously this time, "My full name is Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon."
"Now that, is a name to have." You add with an impressed little smirk, your eyes are soon locked onto Geralt's, "So big boy where we going?"
He doesn't even change a shade, "Kaer Morhen." He says gruffly.
"Hmm, Kaer Morhen, Witcher stronghold....deep in the Blue Mountains...hmm, in the literal shitfuck of nowhere." You pause a moment to move your enticed gaze over to Jester, you raise a brow as she bobs her head, you look at Geralt, "We're coming."
"You don't have to."
"We're coming."
He sighs, "Fine."
You look at Ciri with a curious face, "You hungry?"
"Uh...a little."
"Well from that brilliant answer I'm going to say yes you are." She snickers a little as you kneel down to pick up your chalice and your cat-sized sack that looks like it's made of silk and gold and laced with gems, "Guess I don't need this empty chalice huh?" You casually toss the glass and silver chalice into a tree where it turns into snow on impact causing Ciri to gasp in her seat at the abrupt transformation of whatever she just witnessed.
"Don't worry about that." You hold up the sack, "Magic. A wondrous thing eh?" You then stick a hand in the sack but pause a moment, "What are you hungry for, may I ask?"
"oh, uh...I guess, I guess a bowl of duck soup with mushrooms."
You give her a friendly wink, "As the little lady commands." You then pull out a tall cylindrical bowl of duck and mushroom soup as her greenish-blue eyes widen in awe, Ciri then quickly gets down from her saddle to walk across the snow to meet you. Taking the oddly shaped bowl of soup in her cold hands, you then hold out an opened palm, "You might need this." In seconds does a silver spoon appear in physical form right in your grasp, "Here you go, my dear. Enjoy."
Ciri happily takes the spoon, dipping it in the bowl before tasting a bite, her little grin grows brighter, "This is delicious. Geralt do you want anything? This is wonderful."
You raise a brow at him, "Yeah, Geralt. You want something? A chicken leg? Pheasant breast? A few juicy peaches? Really I can do anything within reason here."
"We need to keep moving."
You wave a dismissive hand at him, "We have all the unmoving time in the world. What's the rush? You're in the presence of the Continent's most intrinsically paramount of all mages currently roaming these lands. You're both protected with me here and Jester."
Ciri brows furrow as she swallows her soup, "Who's Jester?"
"oh, who's Jester?" You point a hand at your horse as she looks, "That piece of shit over there." Jester snorts, stomping a hoof to the ground before blowing more raspberries into the air as Ciri laughs. Turning her sights back to you, "Yeah she's a real time. An annoyance, but if any bastard tried to hurt my lovely Jester I would pull their insides to their outsides and let them choke on their own screams and blood."
"Alright, very nice Y/N." Mumbles an unenthusiastic Geralt, "Come on Cirilla, let's go while we still have some light left."
Ciri drinks a little from the cylindrical bowl before wiping her mouth and holding it out for you to take, you hold your hands out and away, "Can't take it back once given. That's part of the spell."
"oh, what do I do with this then? It is very beautiful."
You give a casual shrug, "Throw it at the tree over there...or Geralt. That works too."
"Y/N." Warns Geralt as Ciri looks from the bowl and spoon to the closest tree. She then takes a step and launches the bowl into the tree where it bursts into a mess of fresh powdery white snow, the spoon doing the exact same thing.
"Very nice." You look over at Geralt, "So unfortunately I can't make a portal unless we have consensual intercourse first."
He slowly blinks at you as Ciri holds in her laughter on her way to Roach, Geralt remains indifferent, "Sorry. Not in the mood."
"Damn. It's been a while too. Oh well, guess it's not going to hurt if I let you all know I can't make portals." You pause a moment to then hold up a finger, "Portals....inside places."
Geralt simply rolls his eyes, "Are we getting to Kaer Morhen this afternoon or in two days?"
"This afternoon if you're nice to me." He watches as you walk over to Jester with your enchanted sack in hand, though it looks significantly smaller then before, you place the sack into Jester's side pack. "Alright. Everyone be ready to walk through, we all have a portal buddy right? Okay good, very nice." You take a couple steps forwards before bending your elbows, balling up your fists before opening them up and with that does a swirling portal of shimmering golden flecks appear.
You express an amount of strain and concentration as you hold your hands out, "Well come on now, we don't have all day." Geralt hums in reply before leading Roach and Ciri who's seated upon the mare into the golden portal, "Jester, go." She neighs, walking around you and straight through the portal she goes, you then run right through.
Smacking precisely into the large butt of your horse which causes you to fall into the thin blanket of snow, huffing in annoyance at the abrupt cold sensation do you slowly get up. Brushing yourself off as you walk over to Jester's front where she's getting her neck pet by Ciri, "There you two are. Too bad we can't do that all the time eh?"
"You don't portal all the time?"
"I don't. Drains me of too much energy and I like to see the world anyhow." Ciri nods, somewhat understanding of what you mean as she slowly walks away to take a look around at the giant courtyard surrounded by tall stone walls. You begin to remove the saddle and saddle packs off of Jester, stuffing all of these things into another magical satchel so that all you have to carry is a dark bag embroidered in red roses and deep green leaves.
"Y/N. You coming?" Asks Geralt as you throw your bag over your shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm coming." You begin walking over to him, "But I'll come faster when I meet one of your brothers."
Geralt just about chokes on his own spit as Jester casually treks past him on her way to you, "Y/N. The stables are over there."
You stop and turn around to come face to snout with Jester, "oh, right." You pat her on the nose, "You need to be an owl now." Jester snorts before nudging your shoulder and racing across the opened yard at record speed right before her body surrounds with dark and golden wisps of light as the horse is gone and out flies a barn owl.
Ciri watches on in great surprise as Jester flies around the courtyard before finding her place on your shoulder. You just give the young girl a wink as the three..er..four of you all head inside to find the evening hall where all the Witchers are sure to be.
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Standing off to the side of Ciri, the two of you watch as Geralt greets his wolf brothers with laughter, jests, and great bear hugs all around. You side eye her, "Well, this is quite the disappointment."
"How so?" She whispers back.
"Not a single one of them would I...oh, never mind." Ciri smirks as you look all round the cavernous room, so this is the Witcher den? What a place. You like it.
Suddenly does an older white haired man look from Ciri to you and the owl perched on your shoulder, goldenish eyes looking inquisitively back to Geralt. Geralt shrugs, "Made a few stops on the way."
"Yes you fucking did." Says a red haired man as he steps past Geralt, eyeing you up like a rare diamond set before him, he smirks at you, "And who is this lovely woman to bless the eyes of these halls?"
Your own confident grin appears as he grows closer, "Just a weary traveler. Lucky I found these two wild things in the woods."
Stopping a few feet away does he chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest as he tilts his head at you, "You pick that up in the woods too." He says, referring to the owl on your shoulder.
"This is Jester. My dear companion who's got more brain then whatever's up in that mane of yours."
A couple of his brother's laughter can be heard from behind him as his smirk falters only slightly, "And she's funny too. We need more of that around here you know? Sticking around will you?"
"Oh perhaps, depends if I like the company."
"We're pretty good company I'd think." He says, giving a glance to his brothers, "The names Lambert by the way, pleasure to meet you."
You give him a respectable not, "Y/N of Falkrym, I sure hope it's a pleasure to meet you." You nod to Jester as he chuckles, "This is Jester, officially."
Lambert nods, "Nice to meet you, Jester....and Y/N of Falkrym. Welcome to Kear Morhen."
-
After snatching a quick meal before Lambert got to tell his riveting story about some hunt for a mora or whatever he was doing on a lords farm. Have you chosen to have a look around while the men and Ciri take their time to relax and tell their tall tales until they choose to end their afternoon meal and go elsewhere amongst the fortress. While wandering down a long hallway does Jester make a squeaking-chirp sound, "What is it now?"
She nudges your cheek with her feathery head, "Yeah, I know it's dark. These boys lack few too many torches, might have to do something about that." You continue walking down the long corridor until you turn a corner and meet Ciri who's on her way in the opposite direction.
"Y/N. Looking for a room too?"
"Sort of." You shrug, "Kind of just snooping, might find something good."
Her brows furrow, "You don't mean to steal?"
"No, no...not at all. I'm just a curious person by nature, who knows what fascinating things may be lurking around the corner? I've never been to Kaer Morhen before so this is quite the adventure for me."
"hmm. Are you staying with us for the winter too?" She asks, hopeful.
You make a thoughtful expression as you think about this, "Perhaps. Still haven't met everyone yet."
"Alright, I'm going to keep looking for a room. See you later Y/N." Ciri gives a small wave as you smile.
"See you later." You reply. Jester chirps.
She wanders down the hall as you continue walking in the direction in which she already came when something catches your eye in a door-less room, you stop and let your beautifully peculiar eyes wander over the broken back wall. Snow flutters in, making a powdery drift from the windowsill to the flooring below. It's cold and dreary in there; footsteps are heard to your left coming down the hall.
Though you cannot see this mysterious possible stranger due to the slow curve of the hallway until at last does a set of blueish-red eyes spot you standing casually in the hallway. With an owl perched on your shoulder. He is tall and handsome, hair pulled back in a messy bun as a brunette wavy piece falls to the left of his face. He wears a dull greenish color top, though all his clothing is rather worn out and beaten, however this suits him well.
But what gathers your attention, besides his beautiful irises, is his lips and a distinctive fish hook of a scar that marks its place on the right side of his cheek. He looks at you curiously, not nervously and far from fear, he studies your face as you study his. A mutually pleasant feeling finding itself within your body as it does with his, though you can't tell this quite yet.
"You must be the lovely Y/N of Falkrym my brothers have been talking about." Says the man as he looks you up and down.
"Am I lovely?"
His brows furrow, as he appears caught of guard like he was going to say some sly comment to test your possible shyness. Instead he's casually asked by your admittedly lovely voice, paired with an equally lovely face, "Well I.."
You hold up a hand, "You needn't say more. So, who is this lovely Witcher to cross my path?"
He smirks at this, "I'm Eskel."
You raise an inquisitive brow, "Eskel. Hmm, never heard that one before. I like your name as well as those eyes you've got there."
Eskel tilts his head at you, "I could say the same." He flirts back, "But you're not a Witcher."
"I don't think so. At least the last time I checked, but considering I've never been here before would it be safe to say I am not one."
Eskel lets out a breathy laugh as he looks at you, you are indeed a beauty. He looks from you to the room and back to you again, "Looking for somewhere to sleep tonight?"
You glance from the opened door to him, "I was making an attempt, yes. However if I play my cards right I may have a kind soul to share in the warmth...and a bed." You give him a wink before turning to keep walking down the hallway, "Nice meeting you, Eskel." You just want to see what he does about this, is he willing to follow?
Eskel freezes in place as you slowly walk away, that was probably the hottest thing he's ever seen in his whole life from a decently harmless interaction. Suddenly the leshy sting pricks at his back right shoulder, drawing him through his current predicament and the little problem he's now acquired. The pain dulls and with that does he make haste to catch up with you before you happen to disappear to who knows where.
Not hearing any footsteps walking do you whisper to Jester, "Two coins he comes back, begging for more." She chirps as you chuckle, "Alright, maybe not begging. But you think he's going to follow or not? I know he is."
As if poetic timing or simply right on cue does his footsteps sound in the vacant hallway, you stop and turn just as he finds himself at your side. Eskel halts and gifts you an adorable cheeky little grin, "You again. Think I'm going to get lost?"
"Can't get lost if you have someone who knows their way around." He counters as your lips pull into a smirk.
"Well, well, if we're going to be walking down this never ending corridor do I think we may need some more light." You flick a hand out and with that does the torches grow with vibrant flame, seemingly ignited for the first time, showing even brighter then they've ever been.
Eskel's eyes widen at this before he looks to you, "You're a mage?" He says, astonished. For him that's actually kind of fortunate to hear, this could be really good in fact.
You're brows furrow as you lean in to narrow your eyes at him, "What? You saw something weird? I didn't see anything out of the ordinary."
"You. Are a mage, I thought only Triss ever came to Kaer Morhen?"
Leaning away do you shrug, "I know who that is. Didn't know she came here. And yes, you've caught me, I am indeed an enchanted being of immense power and awe. But you can just call me Y/N."
Eskel grins as he glances down the hall, "Come on, I'll show you the armory."
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Walking past a wooden man coated in some type of armor are you drawn to a dagger placed on a hold, Eskel watches as you eye up the old artifact once used by his brethren many years before his time. He wanders to stand off to your left, "You like it?"
"I do. It's beautiful and practically dripping with history. Though I can't say I care enough to know anything significant about it." You turn to face him, "In fact. I'd like to know about you."
"Not much to know." Mutters Eskel with a casual shrug.
"Now that right there tells me there's quite a bit to know." You raise a brow, "You're a Witcher of Kaer Morhen my dear Eskel. Tell me something perhaps? Humor me even?"
His eyes shift from your curious face to the dagger and back to your face again, "Nothing about my past is something you'd want to hear. Trust me." He says so disdainfully you want to know it all now.
Rolling your eyes do you chuckle, "Now that's just plain boring. There's nothing you can say that's going to scare me off, alright? I'm friends with Geralt, remember?"
He sighs, "Uh....I once, uh...I once slit the throat of a kikimora." So unenthusiastic.
You look to him expectantly though he says not another word, the odd tension growing in the deadly silent room increases by the second until you take a step to walk past him, "Fine then. Tell me why you're in pain?" Eskel freezes as you busy yourself looking elsewhere at something new. How could you have known that?
Still turned away, he makes a face of deep puzzled confusion, growing a tinge irritated with all your poking and prodding, "I'm not in pain." Mutters Eskel, tone rising with provocation.
Running a finger down a silver blade do you smirk, "Oh yes you are. Need something looked at or am I truly a nuisance to be around?"
Eskel shakes his head, turning around to properly face you, "I'm fine and I don't think you're a nuisance and don't ask me again. I don't fucking need anyone's help." He grumbles, unintentionally sounding more frustrated and cold then he means to. He likes you but this damn leshy sting is honestly a bitch, and any other questions about it or him might trip his trigger.
You hold up your hands in defense, "Fine, fine. Are you sure?"
The muscle of his jaw tightens, "Y/N I'm fine." This man.......idiot.
"Well I know better, and I don't believe that shit for a second. Come, lets get you something for whatever it is that's gifting you this sour mood."
"I'm not in a sour mood." He mutters, clearly in a sour mood.
"Sure you're not." You nod towards the doorway opening, "Come on, there's gotta be something sufficient around here somewhere." Eskel looks almost loathed to follow you so instead of testing him by leaving this very second do you walk over to him and playfully flick that hanging piece of hair from out of his eyes, "I promise not to ask you anymore questions if you promise to follow me. Do we have an acceptable deal? Or do I have to bend you to my will?"
His irked mood seems to instantaneously dissolve at this honestly adorable little gesture paired with that admittedly provocative ending comment, he purses his lips together, "Alright. I'll show you to where we keep the healing remedies." He begins to walk past, "Try not to get lost." Adds Eskel in a more humored and flirtatious tone then before, now this you like very very much.
You follow him out of the armory without another word until your walk finds an end in some large room high with shelves of books, glass bottles, herbs, and some other random miscellaneous items hung or sat about. He walks over to the far end of the room, past a chunk of open wall that's currently letting flakes of snow inside while you wait in the clear center of this large thin room.
"What's with all these holes in your home? You Witchers upset some rock giants or something?"
"We almost found our extinction, that's what." Answers Eskel as he kneels down to loosen a wooden box of seven or so bottles of something liquid inside that highly peaks your interest. "And rock giants don't exist."
You snicker as he pulls the crate along the smooth stone flooring with more effort then should be needed, you can tell his shoulder is bothering him a lot. At this do you hold an opened palm out before closing a fist and with that does the crate filled with bottles of whatever slide across the floor and out of his grasp until they reach your feet. He turns around to face you, a bit surprised nonetheless.
You reach down and pull out a bottle the size of a regular wine bottle, "Maybe rock giants do exist, maybe they don't. But alcohol does and I think we use it, what do you say to that?" The puzzlement on Eskel's face turns swiftly into a mischievous smirk as he walks across the room to meet you in the middle.
You hold out the bottle for him to take which he gladly accepts, "You know what this is my dear Y/N?"
"Can't say I do. But I'd love you to tell me."
Eskel could have melted into your arms at that, oh how you can unapologetically push at his buttons and tug on his heart strings all in one. Beautiful bastard you are, so very very beautiful....and so very very enticing. The corners of his lips curl into a blissful grin as he pulls on the cork with a small bit of force until it pops right off, "This is stramonium. A kind of pain reducer used by my brothers when one of us gets hurt on the job." He takes a hearty swig, making a slight face right after, "And we use it for other things too."
Taking the bottle from him do you glance from him to the bottle, "I can imagine what else." The smell is a mixture of alcohol, mint, and some berry you can't quite place. Without another care are you drinking the decently strong liquid as Eskel watches, highly impressed that you're able to take it down so well. After a few seconds do you remove the opening from your lips, "Pretty damn good too. Fine choice my lovely Witcher."
Eskel breaks out into a joyous smile at this before he takes the bottle from out of your hand, "I'll take the rest and let's have some fun with this. What do you say?"
"I'd say another fine idea."
-
Walking into the large evening hall do you stop dead in your tracks in the doorway at the sight before you, almost causing Eskel to bump right into you. Hands full with two bottles do you speak to him from over your shoulder, "When did they get here?" You ask in reference to the dancing, laughing, and voluminous beautiful women enjoying their time amongst his brothers.
Eskel sucks in a breath, sighing as you turn to gift him a questioning eye, "I might have shown them the way here. I...I met a couple whores in the village before the road to Kaer Morhen." He smiles at you apologetically, "Didn't realize they'd actually come." He had the absolute full intention of bedding one of them tonight to distract him form the pain of the leshy sting, however his plan came uncoiled the second he found you wandering around.
He hadn't even thought about the whores since now. And though this shouldn't feel awkward at all, he can't help but feel a bit wrong about it now with you here as the only woman on his mind. One of them was giving him such a look too when he met Danica, their head mistress, now they're actually all here. Hopefully he's left the fuck alone so all his attention can fall onto you, the last thing he'd want would be for you to get upset and choose to leave.
However the longer he's been around you does that option feel less likely.
You give a slow nod, "Whores in Kaer Morhen. Yeah alright, gives you're brothers something to fawn over then." And to his surprise do you simply begin walking towards the center table closest to the large round metal hearth, Eskel on your tail, and Jester still perched on your shoulder. Highly enjoying the whole sexual tension between yourself and Eskel since the moment you two met.
"Eskel! Y/N!" Shouts Lambert excitedly, "What you got there? Is that stramonium you sly beast?"
You nod as Eskel sets the crate onto the table, holding in his pain, "It is. Come get some." Though you're still aware enough to know he's hurting.
Holding the first bottle Eskel opened do you take a step back as the men crowd around the table to snatch up their own bottles and get to pouring in the ladies empty cups, as well as their own. You take a swig of the alcohol before turning to face him, "Too bad there's no bards here to liven up the place."
"A damn shame." Says Eskel as he takes a step to you, removing the bottle from your hand to drink from it though his eyes never once leave yours. When finished does he hold it out for you to take, "Drink. And we won't need any music to have a pleasant time."
Suddenly Jester chirps, flapping her wings as you get an idea, "You're right, Jest. Eskel I think I can help with that actually." You then raise your foot to rest upon the wooden bench, your hand goes down the inside of your boot until you pull it out, now holding the sack you had before.
"What's that?"
"This." You throw the sack, catching it right after, "Is our way to some strings and drums." His brows furrow as you set it onto the table, it grows in size, you then stick your hand inside and soon enough are pulling out a lute and then a single drum. "Hold this." He's handed the lute as you grab the sack and put it right back into your boot. How it became so small like that he's not sure.
He then follows as you walk over to the side, away from the talkative crowd where you stop and right before his very eyes cast some sort of hex or spell or something onto the floor. A beautifully intricate symbol arises in a blueish-gold light and then it's gone, leaving just a circle stained onto the stone floor.
You set the drum in the circle, taking the lute from out of his hands to set it right next to the drums. You look to him, "Watch this shit." Your hands display out in front of you as you speak in Elvish, a second later does the lute and drum come to life. Music immediately filling the evening hall, causing the increasingly tipsy Witchers and women to dance and laugh and drink more and more.
Facing Eskel do you swiftly gift him a peck on the cheek before walking away to snatch up that bottle you left on the table. Unbeknownst to you does his smile grow tenfold as he watches you saunter on off. When you reach the table do you pat Jesters feathery head, "Alright wolf-bait, time for you to go explore on your own for a little while. There's a handsome Witcher I'd like to see a lot more of in this coming hour." She nudges your cheek in reply before flapping off and away to somewhere in the near vicinity.
Eskel soon finds himself at your side, leaning over your shoulder to slyly take the bottle out of your hand. You happily let him. He drinks deep when you turn around to face him, slowly taking the bottle from him before matching his thirst. You're already starting to feel a buzz at this point, and clearly so is he.
With the lute strumming and the drum gifting the room a pleasant tune can you not help in the way that your body begins to sway. Eskel watches, deeply intrigued as you slowly sway to the music not exactly sensually but enough to make this more then it seems. His grin grows with the closer you sway to him until you take another sip. Your hand finds itself to his left shoulder, so gently and light you press while taking another drink.
He reaches up to hold your chin in between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head up ever so slightly while his eyes glance from your lips to your beautiful irises. You know exactly what's on his mind but choose to have some fun with this first. Your hand finds itself around his wrist, you pull his arm away and with that does his fingers leave your chin.
His confident smile falters only slightly, returning to him once more when your lips press to his cheek. His heart jumps with excitement when you pull him away from this table to another on the far right, the mixture of alcohol and his elevated euphoria with you around causing him to almost trip over his own two feet. Luckily he doesn't, just stumble a little as you tug him along.
Suddenly a summery blonde whore finds her talons attached to his bad shoulder, his hand slips from yours as he recoils in pain, clearly uncomfortable and a bit agitated now. But before her drunken speech is able to reach your ears have you shoved her away from him as he watches, saying not a word.
"Who's you?" Slurs the blue eyed flirt, "He's not with you now is he?"
"He is." You then use your one hand to press two fingers to her temple, "Leave us and..and...now you can only make cat sounds till midnight." Her eyes fog over a second before they return to their usual color as she smiles.
"Meow."
Holding back your laughter do you turn back to Eskel, you take his hand in yours as the whore walks away, your concerned gaze now looking over him, "You alright?"
He shakes his head, brushing it off, "I'm fine."
"Good. Drink some of this, it'll make you feel better." You hand him the bottle.
"You, makes me feel better." He mutters, swaying just slightly, gifting him a wink do you pull him over to the vacant table before plopping down on the bench. Eskel sitting between your parted legs, most of him leaning against you.
Now this, you like very much.
He drinks deep as you watch the other Witchers and whores dance and laugh and some who pretend to sing though it sounds absolutely horrendous. The night is lively and fun however you can feel something strange is afoot this night, a magic besides your own lingers near. Something unseen, yet felt.
You can't place it though, and it's not Ciri either. The odd feeling subsides as Eskel leans his head back to lay it upon your right shoulder, beautiful irises looking up into yours. He grins, "You know something?" Mumbles Eskel.
Pushing that one piece of hair out of his eyes do you kiss his cheek, "I know many things."
He smirks, "I'll tell you something you don't know of."
"Please? I'd like to know of this mystery."
"This mystery is truth." He whispers, "The truth being how beautiful you are. Like the snow in the moonlight, that's you." He's drunk, but you hope he means it, it feels like he does.
"Oh?"
Eskel sits up, the warmth of him leaving your lap as he turns in his seat to face you better, "I could see nothing but you forever and I'd be content with that. Y/N you're incredible, you know this?"
"Can't say I knew that." You take the bottle from him and drink before setting it onto the table, "But my dear Eskel, I could let you tell me how pretty I am for a hundred more years."
His face lights up at this, "A hundred more?"
"A hundred more. If you're willing?"
"I am. You age that long?"
"Eskel." You take his face in your hand, holding him by his chin and lower cheeks, "I have looked like this for ninety-seven years, being a powerful mage means I can live as many lifetimes as I choose of."
"And you'd choose to spend them with me?"
"Fuck yes I do." His hands find themselves upon your cheeks as he pulls you in for a deeply heated kiss. He tastes delicious and fiery as your hands slip to his chest, lips moving together in blissful unison until he's forcefully pulled away from you by Geralt. Eskel's standing on two feet as Geralt faces him, a bit concerned. Well that was abrupt.
"What the fuck Geralt?" Grumbles Eskel, "I was with Y/N. The fuck do you want?"
"I want you to take it slow. You're still healing and need your rest or lest this leshy sting will take longer to heal." Advises Geralt as Eskel scoffs, deeply agitated now.
"Why should I listen to you?" He challenges, "I'm not going anywhere."
Geralt sighs, "Eskel. Go."
Sneering does Eskel turn around to face you before swiftly whipping around to throw a punch at Geralt which is quickly reprimanded. The conversation is short as he holds Eskel close, telling him to go to bed, now. Eskel's released and staggers back a little as he takes your hand, "Come on Y/N. We're getting out of here."
You're forced to stand as Eskel gives Geralt the eye while pulling you away from him and the evening hall altogether. Soon enough does he have you staggering down a hallway, though with your buzz can you do nothing but laugh and play along. Glad to be alone with Eskel for once, Geralt was being a bum...as he tents to be often.
Eskel pulls you through a doorway and into a cavernous room with potions and other medical type equipment spread about. Down a couple stone steps to the center before he pushes some unimportant things off of a flat stone table before you jump upon it. Giggling like an excited child as he find's himself between your legs, hands all over you as yours do the same to him.
He kisses all over your face and neck as you lean your head back at the wondrous feeling of his lips to your skin. Suddenly your tight leather clothing holding your torso and breasts is undone and pulled away. Revealing your loose long sleeved shirt underneath, thin and barely covering a thing, you all but tease him. He kisses your clavicle and then the skin right below it.
His lips pull away and with that does he pull down your top to finally expose your gorgeous breasts to him. Eskel kisses them feverishly as you hold back a moan but to no avail, this feels too fucking good. Then his mouth sucks on a hardened nipple and you're gone, head falling back as you release a pleasurable gasp. He uses his hand to squeeze your free one.
You tug at his clothing top and soon pull the right side down to see more of Eskel, he licks your nipple, trailing butterflies kisses up from your breast to your neck then jaw, cheek, and finally your sweet lips. You playfully bite his bottom lip, letting go to lick it before kissing him deeply. He pushes his tented hardness into your annoyingly clothed nether region, and oh does it feel nice.
You're wet as a spring and he's grown hard and wanting as a stubborn rock, you kiss him hungrily, drunk and sloppy as he does the same. The hand gripping onto his right upper forearm moves to his shoulder for better support. But when your fingertips land on flesh does a spot in his skin feel as though it sinks in like a small crater.
He recoils in pain when you press your index and forefinger deeper into the hollow. Eskel forcing himself out of your grasp with a distressed yelp, "Y/N what the fuck?" He mutters, holding a hand over his right back shoulder where you were just touching when he gasps, "Ah, shit!"
"What?" You worry, hands held out in question, "Eskel what the fuck did I just touch?"
He turns to look at his leshy sting better and you gasp in surprise at the small root peaking out, it grows a little outward by the second as you quickly slide off of the table. "That's a fucking leshy sting!" You cry.
He stares wide eyed at the squirming root, "What the fuck?" It grows even more, like it means to break out of him, as his skin around the cavity is jagged and weird, almost like tree bark in human skin. Fused together in a grotesque strangeness.
Ignoring your naked breasts do you grab his bicep and turn him to get a better look, "When the actual fuck did this happen?"
"Today."
"Today?" You shout, "So this is the little painful problem you failed to tell me about to save your stupid pride huh?"
He avoids your gaze as the root moves, causing him to flinch in pain and deep discomfort. You eye up the incredibly unsettling sight before you, "Will you still fuck me if I hurt you?"
His brows furrow as he looks at you over his shoulder, "Depends on what you're about to do?"
"I'm about to save your life you dumbfuck." He scoffs, looking away from you as you push him towards the stone table, "Now bend over. Bet you've never had someone tell you that before." You tease as he bends, not really enjoying any of this, nor the dying tent in his pants.
The odd leshy root grows taller, it squirms like an enchanted tree snake as his odd human fleshy-like bark begins to shift into actual leshy bark. Your eyes widen at this as Eskel grimaces in pain, "Y/N it fucking hurts." He seethes, trying to look and see what's happening.
"No." You command, pressing his left shoulder into the table more as you bring your right hand up, "I won't be offended if you'd rather never see me again after this." Eskel doesn't have a second to contemplate your words as you snap your fingers.
Immediately does your hand ignite into hot flame as you then essentially finger his wound, causing the leshy root to writhe in pain. He cries out at the heated contact as the leshy sting turning his flesh to bark retracts and dies. The root growing smaller and smaller as you burn and sizzle the area until the skin begins to close and the flesh-bark turns black.
Eskel grunts at the ache of the burn as your magic transforms the last of the sting back into his original skin color and soft feel until all that's left is a little scar. Your fingers remove themselves from his smoke smudged flesh as you get off of him to take a step back. Distinguishing your flames as he stands fully once again.
You watch as Eskel looks over his shoulder, feeling it all with his opposite hand, feeling nothing but normal skin. Feeling no pain at all, absolutely nothing...it's like he was never even stung at all. You swallow as he turns his attention back to you, appearing rather relieved then before. You purse your lips together, "Eskel if I..."
Your words are gone as he pulls you in for a deeply heated kiss, lips locked to yours as you stiffen with shock before melting like gold right into his warm embrace. He moves with you in his arms, suddenly your bum hits the tables edge, he picks you up and places you onto the table without removing his mouth from yours. So skilled he is, and apparently full of surprises.
When he pulls away can you suck in a deep breath of needed air, "What.."
"Thank you." Breaths Eskel.
Shaking your head do you wave him off, "Just fuck me you idiot."
He smiles brightly. Soon your pants are off and so are his though you stop him from getting any closer, he rolls his eyes and swiftly pulls off his top. Yours is still on but your breasts are out so removing it all now doesn't matter. Your legs part wide for him as his grin grows brighter at the sight of your wet cunt before him now. Sweet and dripping.
He takes a step forward, pulling your body closer to him as he lines himself up and with that, pushes his tip between your slick folds so very gently. He teases you, pulling a little out to pester your clit with the sensation of his hardness rubbing against it. You moan, "Come on you bastard. I deserve it."
Eskel chuckles before sliding his cock into you with ease, you gasp at the new feeling of his fullness inside you. Letting out a breathy moan when he pushes deep, letting his thick member fill you up good and tight. When you adjust enough does Eskel place his hands to either side of your hips before sliding halfway out of you and thrusting back in again.
He does this over and over and over again, fucking you stupid as you grip the side of the table for dear life, the sound of skin slapping against skin seeming to echo throughout the whole giant room. That and your moans and his grunts as he focuses on reaching his high and yours.
His cock slips in and out of your wetness with skill and ease as your arousal is so prevalent you can't help how soaked you are down there. Eskel loves it. He fucks you with all that he can on this table, cock twitching, pulsating as he thrust up into you again and again. He's relentless, and a much better lover then all the other men you've ever spent the night with in your time.
Eskel knows exactly what he's doing and he's doing it well, even better then well, he's fantastic. You couldn't even form a coherent sentence if you wanted to with how he's pounding you like his life depends on it. You're practically going at it like rabbits, it's pathetic, but feels so so very good.
Suddenly he pulls out, you don't have a chance to protest when he flips you onto your back, feet touching the floor as he bends you over the table. Your breasts smoosh up against the cold stone as he takes you from behind. His cock pushes into your dripping entrance all the way until his hips press to your butt. You've never felt so stuffed in your entire life, it's amazing.
Slowly, deliberately, deliciously does he take his time, thick cock sliding out and in at a gentle pace while his hands stabilize on your waist. "How's it feel?" He asks. Setting a kind pace to fuck you on.
"Uh, s'good." You mumble, "Faster. I need...I need more."
Eskel smiles at this new command of yours, he then swiftly pulls out before slamming himself into you, filling you up to the brim as you squeak at the abrupt feeling. He begins to thrust more vigorously once more, fucking you like a wild man who hasn't had the touch of a woman in years. Nor her sweet cunt to warm him in the night like yours, oh there's not a single other person to compare.
You're simply the best he's ever had. And he's rightly the same for you too.
The grip on your sides tighten as he lets out a low guttural grunt that sends shivers down your spine. His hips pound into you over and over creating a sweet blissful friction that hits your sweet spot every single time, drawing you to the edge with the buildup of pleasure. Your nails claw against the stone surface as he slides in and out of you.
You can't say anything but moan like a needy whore as he thrusts and grunts and fucks you stupid. You feel spread wide as a tree struck by lightning, legs spread apart as he thrusts up into you. Hands pulling you closer to him you think he might break you, but you know that's not possible. However dying because of a good fucking by a handsome Witcher wouldn't be a half terrible way to go.
He suddenly hits right on the target within your slick walls doing all and everything needed to cause your orgasm to ignite. You let out a breathy moan, walls tightening around his hardness as you shake with pleasure. Feeling as though you're full of a thousand butterflies all fluttering wildly about inside of you all over.
Eskel smiles happily at this, eyes watching in the way that your back arches upwards, hands going into fists as you squirm underneath him. Shaking and moaning like a ravaged princess on her wedding night from the love of her life. The way you feel with him inside you, the way he feels with your walls convulsing around him as he thrusts sets him over the edge.
Eskel moans as he spills inside you now, coating your walls in his seed as his fingers leave red marks on your hips while he erupts with pleasure. His cock twitches inside you, warmness everywhere within though he continues to pump into you for a short while more. Really riding out his high as you bite your bottom lip from the over-stimulation.
Holding out to give Eskel this moment though you feel like screaming, he slides in and out a few more times before stilling. Cock still buried deep inside you, he rubs his thumbs over your warm skin while sighing blissfully, "I'm glad I met you."
Head rested on the stone do you side eye him, "Mhmm hmm. Me too."
He smiles down at you, "Apologies for earlier. I could have been kinder to you."
You wave him off, "You could have. And then we could have done this sooner...and even sooner if you would have shown me your leshy sting."
He pulls out, you suck in a quick breath with him gone so suddenly like that, you feel swollen and empty. Some fluid runs down your leg but is caught and wiped off by a cloth, then you're pulled up and into his arms from behind. Eskel hugs you close, naked self with strong arms wrapped around you when he gifts your cheek a kiss.
"Thank you again." He murmurs against your skin, "I don't know what I would have done without you."
Holding his arms close to your body do you lean your head into his chest, "Probably turn into a giant tree. You'd be far less attractive then."
"You think so?"
"Probably grumpier too."
Eskel chuckles, "Did I hear you right? You think I'm handsome?"
"No I find your cock handsome, your face is alright."
He laughs before giving your body an affectionate squeeze before turning you around to face him, "Just one more thing to ask." He leans down to kiss you, "Just one thing."
"Let's hear it."
"Will you stay with me? In Kaer Morhen for the winter?" Expression so soft and pleading how could you ever dare decline?
Touching a soft hand to his cheek do you smile, "Only if we can do this on a bed next time. That hurt my back and this place doesn't look like it's been cleaned in centuries."
Smiling brightly does he nod, "Yes, yes, anything you want. All winter, just us."
"All winter." You repeat slowly, thoughtfully, "What happens to us in the spring?
Eskel rests his head against yours, "I turn into a big daisy."
"Alright smartass."
"No....I leave then. Go hunt, do Witcher things."
You pause a moment to think, "Mind if I join you?"
He looks at you a bit surprised, "You'd want that?"
"Of course. I usually travel alone with Jester, sort of like that better but since I've met you...well I, I'd love to have you with me."
"Sounds good to me." He whispers, "Want to see my room now? Last place you haven't seen...might take us a while to see all the wonderful things I have in there. We'll probably need some extra time to look at the bed."
Leaning up do you kiss him sweetly, "Can I have my pants back first?" Eskel chuckles at your cheekiness that never once tends to falter. Gods does he really love you.
"Whatever you ask."