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A Fate Unimagined - Chapter Twenty One.

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Chapter Twenty One

“Hello, my darling. How are you?” Riley asked, greeting his ex-wife with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“No longer your darling, even though you do persist in referring to me as such,” she began, letting go to take a look at him. “What’s wrong? What trouble do you bring to my door?” Of course, knowing him as well as she did after being married to him for ten years, she knew when he was perturbed.

He and Geralt both explained everything to her right there in the candle lit welcome hall, Tayliss listening to every detail intently as she nodded, twirling a strand of her white blonde hair around her finger.

“I have exactly what you need. Follow me.” lifting her long, black dress she covered the floor quickly, reaching the steps leading to her tower, where she had her altar set up and much of her magical apothecary.

“A concealment spell or talisman won’t work, you still need to cross the water to reach the island. They’ll still be able to see the water beneath an invisible boat rippling and fire ball you right out of the sea. What I can do though is mix a potion which will have you take on their appearance. All you then need to do is navigate a boat across the water,” she continued with a smile.

“But we won’t look like anyone they know of. As soon as we come ashore, they will know,” Geralt stated, Tayliss shaking her head as she took his arm.

“Keep very still,” she told him, undoing the armour covering his arms and sniffing the fibres of his shirt. “Ember hair. I can smell two different types on you. Hold out your hand.” She then carefully extracted a hair with her long, pointed fingernails, placing it delicately on his hand before searching for the second.

“You’re too bloody clever for your own good,” Riley complimented her with, Tayliss winking a brilliant blue eye at him. That was the first thing which had attracted him to her all those years ago, her bright blue eyes. His time with her might have been over, but she remained the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

“Get out of my hair while I brew these, go and help yourselves to anything you like in the kitchen. Riley knows where everything is kept.” They both left gladly, their stomach’s growling from a lack of sustenance since they’d been held captive.

They found bread, cheese and a lot of fruit, eating plentifully and washing it down with the red wine Riley had missed since the dissolution of his marriage. Tayliss had a vineyard, wine was her passion besides her aptness for sorcery.

“So how do you know for sure that’s where Rin is being held? I mean it does seem obvious, but perhaps that’s what they want us to think? We shouldn’t discount that this could be a trap,” Riley asked, rolling crumbs beneath his finger until the formed a tiny little dough ball.

“My daughter told me.” Geralt received the facial expression he was expecting, Riley looking at him in a puzzled way before he continued. “She’s able to visit me in my dreams. She’s done it before and earlier this morning, she did it again to tell me where her mother was being held and exactly how to get out of our situation.”

“I suppose when we take into consideration her power, it isn’t hard to imagine that she can manifest herself in your dreams somehow. It makes me wonder though, how can Rin possibly be being held against her will when we take into consideration just how powerful the unborn force to be reckoned with is?” he questioned, Gerald raising his eyebrows and sighing.

“This is the reason I need to get to her, and quickly.” He paced around the kitchen, feeling useless as he waited for Tayliss to return, the mage appearing after a further hour, holding two black glass bottles.

“Whenever you feel your face starting to tingle, you have roughly twenty seconds to sip more or your true identities will be revealed. There’s enough there to keep you concealed for a week, should you need it.

“Go and get your ember, my house boy Ormand will travel with you to the coast and then bring your horses back here.” Taking the bottles and thanking her, they left at speed, Riley then suddenly turning back to take her face in his hands and kiss her on the lips.

“And she still tastes like cake. Damn, I’m a stupid man whore.” He exclaimed, winking and making her laugh through nose as she shook her head, watching him run after Geralt. Riley might have enjoyed taking different women to bed on a regular basis, but he always would regret that his issue with monogamy had cost him a woman like her, cake taste and so much more.

The coast was a half day ride away, the sailing distance to Rholkrhaden Island two days from their geographical location. If they were crossing from Peixe de Mar, the crossing would only take half an hour. It made Geralt extremely antsy from the moment they boarded the boat.

The plan they had devised as to why – as they were highly likely to be asked – they had left their charges and travelled back to Rholkrhaden was to say they fell under attack from the Sanctuary, the witchers in their guard being slaughtered and leaving them with no option but to flee home after finding themselves extremely outnumbered.

“You realise there is a chance they might not believe it. I think we are likely to be viewed with suspicious eyes, especially since those two embers have lived out on the Continent for so many years,” Riley said as they stood at the helm of the small ship they’d been able to hire.

It had cost a lot, but Geralt paid it gladly to the captain of the vessel. Pirates never came cheap, but they were more likely to sail to a place that most regarded as dangerous territory. The homeland of the embers was very much considered just that. He’d also agreed to wait for them, which was entirely necessary for a quick getaway.

“That is a chance I’m willing to take. What you need to remember also is that before Rin and the baby, the target upon embers was minimal. Now because of their involvement with what the Sanctuary consider to be an abomination, anyone who comes into contact with her is fair game. They should believe that.” He was quiet then, standing there staring out at the ocean ahead, willing the ship to move faster.

He have swam there if it would get him to the island any quicker, the only thing he was truly relieved at in that moment was knowing just how strong Rin was. Whatever they were inflicting upon her, she could handle it. She was tough. That didn’t stop him from being worried though, needing her to be where she belonged, back at his side.

“I’m coming, my fiery beauty.” He whispered into the early morning fog, a frown etching his forehead that would not leave until he had his ember back in his arms.

  “Rin, wake up, do not tell them I’m undoing these but here. You should at least be able to eat unfastened. I’m trusting you not to harm me,” Helvenna spoke as she undid the bindings of a sleepy Rin, moving the small table near to the bed so she could eat. She’d brought her a dinner of sausages, roast potatoes and broccoli, the food being about all Rin ever missed from her former home.

Immediately, Rin was suspicious. Giving the food a precautionary sniff, she then witnessed Helvenna take the cutlery and cut a small piece from each item, eating them with a shrug. “It isn’t tainted, see?” she spoke, smiling and handing the knife and fork over to her.

After witnessing such, she ate gladly, her stomach growling. While she did, Helvenna talked to her, the ember acting in a way that was far removed from the aloof, cold woman she’d known since she was a child.

“I really must enforce the point everyone else has been driving home, Rin. We honestly do not want any harm to come to you or the child. We’re thinking of you, dear girl, your welfare, your safety. This child that you carry is volatile, she presents a great danger.

“Think about it too, if the Sanctuary are pursuing you with this kind of might now, what on earth will they be like once the baby is actually born? That’s no life for a new born, fleeing across the Continent, not having a proper home,” she gently put to her, Rin balking at her words.

“She’ll have us, her mother and father. We are all she needs,” she spoke, spearing a small potato with her fork and mopping up the gravy with it before putting it in her mouth, eyeing Helvenna sharply.

She knew what was going on. The elder ember was attempting to wheedle her way in with kindness, showing her charity in untying her, likely attempting to bond through some false notion of sisterhood that never existed in the first place. “You won’t wear me down, Helvenna. I know what you’re doing. I’m too clever to fall for it.”

“Rin! There’s no trickery here,” she began, laughter rippling her voice. “You poor thing, you must be going through so much because of that fucking Sanctuary of the Blessed bastards. It isn’t surprising that you do not know whom to place trust in.” Reaching out she attempted to stroke her hair, Rin jerking her head away and scowling at her.

“I know exactly who to trust. The man who put this baby into my womb, that’s who, the man you snatched me from. If I could trust you at all, you wouldn’t have done that. You would not have segregated me from him. You’ve only done it because you attempt to wear me down and think such an exercise will be easier for you if he isn’t here. He’s one less person you have to try and cajole,” she spat, eyeing her with distaste.

Helvenna couldn’t answer immediately, being faced with the undeniable truth of their actions in making sure Geralt was kept out of the way. “Yes, I’ve got you there, haven’t I?” Rin added further, shaking her head. “It won’t work. You’re not taking my daughter from me and I’m not murdering her.”

“Well you have to fucking decide something, because there is no third option for you, you cocky little shit!” Flinging her unfinished dinner through the air with an angry flick of her hand, Helvenna stormed from the room, growing tired of Rin’s lack of conformity.

They’d expected her to buckle by now, having been held there for almost a week. They’d thought the fact she had no other choices other than those presented to her would have forced her hand into one of the options presented to her. They also knew she wouldn’t use the powers of her unborn child either, for if she did, then everything people were claiming about it was true; the baby would be a monster, an abomination.

What they didn’t bank on was her unshakable faith in both herself and Geralt. If she couldn’t escape under her own will, she knew Geralt would find a way to her. It would take considerably more than that to shake her faith in her witcher.

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From the Ashes - Chapter Twenty Four

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Chapter Twenty Four

“I’m not disturbing that, no bloody chance! I know better than to disturb him. He won’t shout at you, you do it!” Jaskier told Daida as they hovered outside Arelle’s tent, the sounds of her receiving a sexual annihilation from within of course, very audible.

“What are you two mincing around over there for?” Davrin then asked as he approached, looking amused when he heard what they did, shaking his head.

“We’re just deciding who’s going to disturb the fact that currently, Geralt is balls deep in your sister and we have a meeting to attend,” Daida replied, making Davrin laugh.

“Arelle! Hurry up and cum. We’ve got a meeting,” he shouted. “There, done.” He then said to an entertained looking Daida and Jaskier before walking away.

“You sprites, you’re very…” he trailed off, attempting to choose the right word.

“Unprudish and blunt? Absolutely! You humans get too hung up on decency.” Walking away, Jaskier stood there quietly laughing for a few moments, forgetting until the sound of Arelle screaming suddenly drove him away quickly. Meanwhile, back in the tent…

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, ahhhh!” Arelle cried out, her hands gripping one of the bed posts as Geralt pounded her cunt savagely from behind. “I don’t care about any bloody meeting, don’t you dare stop!” She then growled, absolutely out of her mind with pleasure.

“You have me mistaken for a lesser man if you think I’m about to cease fucking you, my love.” His love. That was the first time he’d referred to her as that, making her heart somersault in her chest as he continued the onslaught from his cock, her wetness so great that it coated her thighs, his balls, dripping onto the bedclothes as lewd squelching noises permeated the air.

He had her hair wrapped around his fist, her head pulled back hard as the other smacked her bum, leaving red hand prints behind. Slowing for just a few moments to dampen the fire in his groin, his need to fill her with cum, he reached beneath her and stroked her clit before taking his wetted middle finger and pushing it against the puckered muscle of her anus.

As it slid in, she made a noise more animal than sprite, a low, utterly bliss soaked moan, her nails scratching across the wood of the bedpost. A second finger was added, fucking her with them in time with his cock in her pussy, the third then added being the catalyst to an orgasm that wrecked her trembling body.

“If I’d have known you were partial to this, I would have done it much sooner,” he told her, filling and emptying her a little more rapidly again, giving her no recovery from her undoing.

“If you don’t put your cock where your fingers are I shall lose my mind!” she demanded, still catching her breath. Geralt raised an eyebrow so high it virtually vanished into his hairline at hearing this. No woman had ever been brave enough to take him anally before, his cock was so humongous.

“Are you certain?” he checked.

“I require a bottle of almond oil,” she firstly spoke, holding out her hand and having the tent deliver just what she needed. “Here, douse your cock and fuck me.” He nearly came on the spot, being told such. Taking the bottle from her he did as requested, removing his fingers after bathing himself in plenty of oil and pushing against her for entrance.

He did so very cautiously, mindful that it was likely to hurt her greatly, taking something so thick. She made a few noises of displeasure but urged him to continue, feeling him slide around halfway in before he slowly retreated again. For Arelle, it was utterly magnificent even though it hurt her to begin with, feeling something so thick imbedded in her backside.

For Geralt, it was tightness incomparable, taking him everything he had not to cum as quickly as the fire burning in the pit of his loins decreed he probably should. He kept going steadily, not ever entering her with more than half of his length (any more would have been too much for her to take) and slowly, little by little, speeding up.

His hand slipped beneath her body once more, fingers rubbing her clit as his other hand grasped her shoulder, her breathless loans making his cock jerk. With oily constriction wrapped snugly around him, his lady making more noise than he’d ever known her to as well, it was a constant battle not to give in to the pleasure. This was especially so when her hot body shook and tensed, her second orgasm rolling over her strongly.

He was so overcome by it, he almost felt light headed, a little drunk on her and what she was letting him do. Little shooting shockwaves ran up and down his cock, sensations unlike anything he’d ever felt as he groaned in abandon, still holding back. That was, until Arelle made it okay for him not to.

“When you cum, I want you to take your cock out and shoot it all over my back.” That was exactly what he did too after a final few furious thrusts, a guttural groan leaving his mouth as he covered her spine in hot ejaculate. His head swam, feeling like he was far away as he lay down and pulled her close, kissing her shoulder as he fought to regain his breath.

Their morning of unbridled passion had to come to a close at that point, both washing and dressing again before going in search of the meeting they’d been told about. A few felled logs had been assembled in the way of seating, the meeting only extending to the few hundred sprites, elves and humans who travelled in their particular group, the rest of the army all similar sequestered too.

It had been called by fae elders, the two whom were waiting for Geralt and Arelle not looking impressed by their lateness. This descended even less when a lack of room meant the former pulled the latter down onto his lap when he sat, giving them a challenging look that dared them to make a bigoted comment about a sprite not being with one of her own kind. Needless to say, neither bothered.

“You may be wondering why we have gathered our assembled travelling groups together,” The elder of the two sprites began as he walked forward. “We, the elders have been in discussion over our battle strategies moving forward as an army. We need more structure, more formation to combat the awful losses we are suffering. Make no mistake, friends, we might be successful in defeating each wave of Vulc we encounter, but it is not without great personal loss which could be avoided.”

He then began to explain the plants to implement battle plans, using the information brought back to them via the scouts and fight in better formation. Also, the use of generals to lead and advise the troops was to be put into place, a list of names being called out.

“You too, latecomer. I apologise, I do not yet know your name.” He then said, pointing in Geralt’s direction. Well, that was who Arelle thought he was pointing at as she looked at him.

“He’s referring to you,” he told her, Arelle looking stunned.

“What?” she said sharply, her head spinning fast to look back at the elder.

“You’re quick witted in battle, have the ability to make snap decisions that lead to the benefit of others and you’re strong. You’re what we need, you’re a general. There’ll be no arguments.” He told her sternly, Arelle just sitting there looking gobsmacked.

It was a surprise that lasted too, well into the evening as her little group sat together, Jaskier making everyone laugh by waving her hand in front of her face to absolutely no reaction. She didn’t even blink.

“She’s gone,” he announced, Geralt pinching her side and making her sit up suddenly with a squeak.

“That’s how it’s done,” he said, taking a swig of ale. “You look as if you’re in some kind of trance, still. Surely this has sunk in by now, your new status.”

“No, it truly has not. Why me? Why not someone else? I don’t really want such a responsibility,” she spoke in exasperated tones, sighing. Arelle truly did not like the idea of such, the attention and responsibility that would come hand in hand with it.

“You should be honoured to have been appointed such a position,” Geralt told her, Daida nodding next to him.

“Would you be?” she challenged.

“No, but I’m a nomad. In this war I am mere sword for hire. The northern army is your army though, as a woman of the north. This is why it should be an honour for you to have been chosen as a general of it,” he put to her, squeezing her arm.

“I don’t even know how to be a general!” she exclaimed, looking bewildered. “I am honoured, I do not want anyone to think that I’m not, but I just don’t want to mess it up.”

“We will learn together, my friend.” Daida told her. She had also been appointed the same, the elders thinking it wise that there should be at least one of the mages within the higher ranks. Still though, Arelle found the news extremely hard to adjust to, pacing the tent later that night.

“You’re wearing a trench in the floor,” Geralt told her, reaching for her arm.

“I’m nervous!” she declared, beginning to chew her thumb. “This is something I didn’t expect, nor did I want. It’s a lot of responsibility.”

“Which you shall cope just fine with. You’re much more capable than you often think yourself to be, Arelle. Meet this new challenge with your usual pragmatism, don’t expect to be perfect right away and you shall see. It’ll be fine,” he assured her, Arelle sighing as she stroked his shoulders.

“You have unshakable faith in me, don’t you?” He nodded in confirmation. “I’m glad of this.”

Allowing herself to be pulled back into his arms onto the bed, Arelle forgot her troubles for that moment, blissfully unaware that the politics surrounding her role of being a general would not come easily to her at all.