To Heal A Lonely Heart

The Calm Before The Storm

"You seem to forget, though, that I always make you pay for it," he whispered into my ear huskily before nibbling on the tender skin beneath.

"Maybe, that is what I want?" I purred in return and let out a yelp when Geralt pushed his hips up while holding mine down, bottoming out at once. I clenched hard around him, my walls slowly reacquainting with the stretch of the hefty cock inside me. And then we just sat there for a moment, heavy breath mingling. A twinge of pain ripped through me when Geralt started moving, and of course he noticed and immediately halted, hand coming up to caress my cheek.

"Are you alright, my love?" he whispered concerned, and I nodded, biting my lip.

"It'... I'm fine. It's just been a while and you're... well, huge. But really, I'm fine, minne."

He said nothing, just guided my lips to his and claimed them slowly, slippery tongue gliding along the seam, asking for entrance. I didn't deny. He let his tongue invade my hot cavern, stroking against my tongue expertly, eliciting a deep sigh from me. As I relished in his taste and talents, I slowly began rocking my hips in his lap, a hum of pleasure escaping both of us. Geralt let his hand slide from my cheek to the side of my throat, thumb resting against my jaw, the other fingers digging their tips into my scalp.

Everything was slow as I rolled my hips into him, a hand coming to my lower back to support my movements. When I tried to pick up my pace, the hand stopped me.

"Let's keep it slow," Geralt murmured into my mouth, then resumed kissing me deeply.

It didn't take long for the coil in my belly to grow, too long since I felt him. And the ragged breathing coming from my husband told me he felt the same. Keeping the pace, I pressed myself further down on him, taking every single inch of his length as we grinded our pelvises together. Deep sighs and the gentle sloshing of the water was all that was heard in the room. There was no need for words, telling one another how good we felt; we were one. The soft touches and our deep kisses told the other how we felt.

I felt Geralt swell within me, his hips bucking slightly as his cock twitched with the nearing of his high. I too was close, the coil in my belly burning, threatening to snap. Still, we kept the pace slow. My fingers slid into Geralt's hair, tugging gently as his lips wandered down my throat, leaving little marks behind. He nibbled and sucked on my collarbone, the hand that rested on my cheek moving to knead my aching breast.

"Minne," I sighed as my walls fluttered around him, and a second later the coil inside me snapped, my core clenching hard around Geralt, throwing him over the edge as well. I felt him spill himself deep inside me, his seed coating my walls, an invisible mark that I was his for only to two of us to know. We came with breathy groans of each other's names, rocking our bodies together to prolong this intense and intimate moment.

Once I was completely spent, I let myself collapse against his chest. Geralt chuckled and stroked my back as I tried to catch my breath. For a while, we just sat there wordlessly, basking in our bliss and the presence of each other. I felt his seed wallow inside me and a thought hit me.

"What if we had another child?" I asked quietly.

"Do you want another?" Geralt asked back, voice gentle.

"I don't know... But what if it happened?"

"Guess then we don't have another choice, do we?"

I shook my head against his shoulder. "Guess we don't. But I bet Crevan would be over the moon if we told him he'd be a big brother," I smiled.

Geralt chuckled at that, "He would. But do you think you could deal with him and a baby? Because this time, I won't be able to stay."

"No, I know," I sighed, "It was just a thought, though. I don't know if we'd even manage to make another. Remember, it took us six year of trying till we had Crevan?"

"Yeah, I know. But why did you ask, then?"

I blushed a little at Geralt's question, giggling I answered, "'Cos I can feel you inside me."

"And your first thought was that my seed could take?" Geralt chuckled teasingly.

I pulled back and pouted at him. "Yeah, that's usually what happens if a man comes inside a woman, you know."

"I am joking, my love," he smiled and cupped my face in his large, warm hands, "Come on, let's get washed up, hm?"

I nodded the best as I could and rose on my knees, making him slip out of me. Immediately, the milky liquid tinted the water and I laughed, watching my husband stare with fascination as his seed seeped into the bathwater.

"Like what you see?" I giggled and his eyes snapped to mine with a proud smile.

"Definitely. I was just reminded that you are mine, Nienna. My beautiful wife."

"Oh? You don't see that when we're at home? When I take care of your son? When I wash your clothes?" My voice was accusing, but my grin was teasing.

"Not like in moments like this," he grinned back, "Don't get this wrong, Crevan is my world, but sometimes I miss not having to care about where I fuck you."

"Mhh, yeah, I miss that too, not gonna lie," I laughed and then lowered my eyes back to the water, tinged with our mixed fluids.

"Let's get out," Geralt suggested, but I shook my head.

"We haven't washed, and you haven't shaved," I argued while holding my hand out above the water, the white shadow disappearing. We washed up quickly, not without the occasional teasing. Once we were done, I let Geralt soak in the tub some more while I got out and shaved that damned beard.

Don't get me wrong, I loved his stubble and its scratch on my skin. I preferred it to him being completely clean-shaven, but the beginning of a beard... whenever we touched it left my skin uncomfortably raw.

He relaxed against the tub while I let the sharp knife run along his soaped jaw. In all honesty, little things like this made my heart swell with adoration for my man. As a witcher, he was used to not being able to trust anyone. He was used to violence and hatred. The fact that he trusted me enough to let me do a task like the one at hand, his vulnerable throat exposed like this, was more special to me than a thousand love-confessions.

Once done, Geralt climbed out of the bathtub, dried off and went straight to bed, where I gladly joined him, nuzzling up in his arms and chest, basking in his warmth and gentle touch.

"If I asked you to stay here tonight..." he started.

"You should know that I would say no," I finished, determined not to let him face the Graveir alone. It might be old, but it's still very strong and at least twice the size of the witcher. There is no way in hell I would let him go alone.

"I feared you'd say that," Geralt sighed but left it at that, "Just promise you'll stay back and only step in when I tell you to. You'll do exactly as I say, understood?"

"Yes, I understand. And I promise, Geralt, I'll do as you say. As long as you promise not to wait till the last moment to say you need help."

"Alright, I promise. And now, sleep. Tonight will be a long night."

With that, Geralt closed his eyes and within minutes, his soft filled the room. Running my hand up and down his broad chest gently, the feel of his slow, steady breath and heartbeat against my fingertips soothing me into a deep slumber.