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It was dark in the dense forest when Geralt finally managed to knock out Cahir. Our Witcher took Cahir's horse and rode over to join Vesemir. "How many times will I need to fight the same bastard? Vesemir, how is everyone? Where is the dragon?"
"We are all back to the same place that we have been. The dragon is away to its home. Let's go, Geralt, your family is waiting for you."
"What about the villagers? Are any of them hurt?"
"They will get hurt if not for us. We need to return through the portal that Yennefer opened."
"F---!" Geralt expressed his feelings and shook his head before sheathing his sword. He caught up with Vesemir at the portal and put his gear through first before getting any further. Geralt then grudgingly followed Vesemir.
"Argh for Melitele's ****! Why doesn't it make sense to ever travel through these without sickness potions!"
Suddenly, Geralt smelled lilac and gooseberry. He followed Yennefer's scent all the way to the bedroom she had set up. Quickly, the Witcher got back to the room, already undressing himself and ready for whatever Yennefer has in mind. To his satisfaction, a bath magically appeared with hot water to ease his aching muscles, his portal dizziness diminishing immediately at the touch of his lover, who is in this bath already waiting.
"Geralt of Rivia, you certainly took long enough. Come in here quick." Geralt joins Yennefer in the water. "Mmm Yennefer, I need you to rub some chamomile on my bottom." "Heh you wish you stinky man!" Yennefer spanked Geralt playfully before indulging some apple wine. Her gaze followed his. She feels a strong pull. They kissed passionately, lips devouring lips, little by little getting closer and intimate. "Geralt, you have to take some rest. It's not going to help your insomnia if you don't bloody sleep." Yennefer pushed him back.
"Hmm...I miss sleeping next to you." Eyes closed, Geralt leaned against Yennefer's shoulder as he relaxed into his bath. "Bedtime? I'd assume you've gotten your own potions for it?" Yennefer got out the bath, dripping wet, Geralt handed her a towel. She looked back, appreciating the view. With his strong arms, he pushed Yennefer onto their bed, wet as he leaves the bath, covering her body with a trail of kisses.
"Mmm Witcher, what do you think you're doing?" Yennefer reached down to her sleeping potions, checking if she had some for helping Geralt later. "I'm kissing you, do you not like it Yen?"
"You know I do but I'm worried about you. The nightmares that I know plague your life, Geralt. I made some new sleeping potion that I'd like you to have to try tonight." She added the vial to his apple wine. "Drink it. I want you to sleep."
"But Yen," Geralt looks at her in a disappointed way and continued his quest of love. "I want to enjoy being around you, we should spend more together tomorrow."
Yennefer pushed him suggestively and giggled. "Tomorrow witcher, we can play hide and seek as much as we want. Goodnight, my darling," she said and kissed him softly and gave him the potion. Geralt held the glass and looked at it. "Here goes nothing," he poured the apple wine in a cup together with the potion then downed it all.
Geralt closed his eyes with a dream waiting for him as soon as the potion went down his system. "Visenna? How can you stand here? I was systematically poisoned with---" She looked into the bottom of dark pit. "Yennefer didn't poison me," Geralt was defending his lady because he was affronted that anyone would drug him, especially not Yen. So instead he questioned about the strange apparition, that dark pit.
"What is happening to you? Speak! Why did you say what this is?" Yennefer cupped his mouth and dragged his drowsy form boyfriend away. Confused
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