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The weather on Skellige had always been harsh. Especially in winter. Geralt knew that he had to get cover before the blizzard came.

"Damn, a storm," the White Wolf cursed. Kaer Trolde was far behind and the only hiding spot was a cave nearby. The snow became so thick that the trees appeared as the confetti, as if they were the flakes that danced. Everywhere there was light, every crystal magnifying the rays from above, the mountain as brilliant as any diamond blazing in the sun. The Withcer narrowed his eyes, when he saw something dark near the rocky waters. It looked just like...human.

He knelt down, though the cold was surrounding him and made his vision nearly zero. The human- shaped something was human for Geralt`s curious hand. It was a man, pale, black hair, leather coat, unconscious. Geralt had no time to think- the man could freeze any moment, so he started dragging him to the nearby cave.

"Fuck!" swore the Witcher again. "What`s he made of, stones?"

Nonetheless, the White Wolf managed to drag the stranger into the cave, away from the blizzard. Into the safety, for now.

The stranger moaned quietly, but didn`t open his eyes or move. Geralt had no idea, how badly he could`ve been injured. But first, he had to gather some wood and make a fire to get some warmth. Casting Igni was the easiest way to make everything and if needed to....make everybody burn.

"The smell of death..."

Geralt almost jumped. The injured man looked at him with eyes wide open. Something deep in the Witcher`s mind told him, that this stranger wasn`t mortal. Quickly, Geralt brushed it off. There was no need and time to think about it right now. Cautiously, very slowly Geralt took a step closer. And another... and another. The pale man didn`t move, only grinned at him with bared teeth. Just for a second, but this was enough for Geralt to see his sharp teeth. A Higher Vampire. Geralt knew, that Vampires could heal from all kind of wounds pretty quickly, but what about being unconscious and almost frozen?

"It's so cold."The Vampire stated, looking around. "What happened?"

"You tell me." Geralt knelt near the fire, trying to warm himself up. "Found you frozen on the rocks. Dragged you inside."

The Vampire nodded. Then he raised his head and sharp black eyes moved over Geralt. "You are a Witcher?"

Geralt nodded. He had his Aerondight and Winter`s Blade still on his back, so it was obvious. Neither of them spoke a long time.

"Where am I?" asked the Vampire quietly.

"On Ard Skellig." Geralt answered. He stood up and went to the entrance of the cave to see, if the blizzard had ended. To his dissapointment it hadn`t, but it had gotten weaker. But not weak enough for Geralt to leave.

He had to stay inside with the unknown Higher Vampire, who hopefully wouldn`t attack him. He took a deep breath and turned around, heading back into the dark cave.

The Vampire had seemingly fell asleep, or so it seemed. His eyes were closed and he was breathing very slowly.

"Hopefully I can get some sleep."Geralt sighed. He pulled his woolen coat tigher around his body and closed his eyes. Inside the cave it wasn`t so cold; the fire had somehow warmed the place up a bit. The Vampire was looking at him with intense gaze. Geralt shivered; he felt uncomfortable under his piercing eyes. What did the Vampire want?

"I`m not going to bite you." the Vampire whispered, his breath tickling Geralt`s neck.

"Huh?" Geralt blinked, like he didn`t understand, what the Vampire just said. "Are you cold?" he managed to ask.

"Yes."came the quiet answer. "Can I...?"

Without waiting for the question to end, Geralt nodded, silently cursing himself for that. It was like invitation- come and get me. But the better part of him knew, that Vampires were colder blooded, so they needed warmth. He sighed, meeting the Vampire`s eyes again. His eyes were beautiful sky blue.

"Give me your hands and come closer." he ordered, "you need my body warmth. Cannot let the skelligers find you here, frozen solid." he added dryly.

The Vampire did as he was told and pressed his body against Geralt`s. Geralt bit his lip nervously. One part of him was afraid, the other part of him enjoyed the body against him. He shook the thoughts off, it was a Higher Vampire though! This creature could kill or injure him with one simple hit, if he had to. And Geralt was just a vessel to get some needed warmth. But still...

"I...I don`t even know your name." he murmured, feeling weirdly relaxed while the Vampire pushed his cold hands under Geralt`s coat. "I`m Geralt."

"Dett...laff..."sighed the Vampire. He was half-asleep again. His head fell on the Witcher`s shoulder and he visibly relaxed. Geralt shifted a bit, trying to find a more comfortable position. Dettlaff purred, flashing his fangs. "Could you...touch me?"

"Listen..."Geralt begun, "if we are sharing the body heat here, there is one condition."

Small snarl. "What is that?"

"Fangs off!" Geralt`s eyes were half-closed. Dettlaff looked at Geralt wantonly, licking his lips. Without thinking much, Geralt turned to face the Higher Vampire. His hands found Dettlaff`s soft trousers, opening them. He found the already erect member and moved his fingers around it, squeesing slightly. The red velvet was pushed aside, baring the pale skin, as pale as Geralt`s.

"Aaarrggggh!" Dettlaff`s head fell back; he begun to move his hips back and forth enticingly.

Geralt quickened the pace a bit, cursing his curiosity silently. Dettlaff roared, fangs bared wide. He bucked and moved in Geralt`s steady hand. The Witcher watched Dettlaff heave with lidded eyes as he twisted his hand faster and tighter, touching his buttocks with the other hand.

"Haaaaaaaaah!" It was too much for Dettlaff. Jerking wildly, Dettlaff spilled his load everywhere. Finally Dettlaff stiffened, taking heavy breaths.

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When Geralt woke up, he was alone in the cave. The blizzard had ended. Dettlaff was gone. He stretched himself and stood slowly up. He was kinda sad, that his companion was gone, but well, what the Hell...

*Time to return to Kaer Trolde.* Geralt thought, leaving the cave behind. After walking a bit, he could hear screaming nearby. There was a small village nearby, Geralt remembered. When almost in the village, Geralt saw that 2 Vampires were attacking villagers. With inhuman snarls, the Vampires pounced on their prey. With silver sword out, Geralt raced into the small village in a full sprint, slowing in horror at the sight.

A 'little girl' had pinned the much larger man underneath her, suckling his neck loudly. A 'boy' had the woman bent backwards over gray rocks, mouth dripping from his efforts.

"Where the fuck did they come from?"

The White Wolf reached into his cloak for Black Blood potion.

"Get off!" he shouted, startling them. Both Vampires snarled at him, not willing to leave their victims.

The girl turned to mist and faded, Aerondight passing through her. The boy spun around, roaring, and faded as well.

Geralt knelt by the victims, feeling for a pulse. Both were dead already.

"Fuck!"

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Two wisping trails slid through the air, fading in an abandoned sawmill.

"Ssss! Who was that?" the 'girl' wanted to know. She had beautiful auburn hair and green eyes.

The 'boy' looked up thoughtfully. "Could that have been the Witcher? He looked certainly like one."

The girl nodded. "Yes. He knew exactly where to find us. But how?"

"He is a mutant and he sees tracks and things ordinary humans don`t. Also they don`t age that fast, which makes them almost immortal."

The girl looked up momentarily, fangs too large in the small face. "There`s something outside, a monster!"

They disappeared again, leaving behind a trail only another Vampire or a Witcher could see.

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Geralt was back at Kaer Trolde, deep in his thoughts. * Would that I had a true description of the 'attackers'. This is getting out of hand. Vampires in the form of kids, 2 of them... Are they connected to Dettlaff?*

Noise from outside got his attention.

"It's true!" A man yelled nearby Geralt`s private room. "People attacked, blood missing. Vampires!"

Someone was arguing with Crach an Craite.

"I understand your concern." Crach begun slowly. He needed time to think.

A woman`s voice. "I've seen a lot of things in my day, but there's something scary happening in our islands. As your brothers and sisters we have the right to be protected!"

Geralt stepped out, Crach turned to see him. "Geralt! Just the man I need. We have a problem!"

Geralt nodded. "Vampires?"

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Crach an Craite eyed Geralt, who stood on the doorway. The Witcher looked like he`d went through mud and frost, which he literally had done.

"Not just Vampires, Witcher." he coughed. "Something has been scaring our people away from a sawmill. A Monster, they say."

"Hmmmmm..."Geralt nodded. He already knew, where this was going. "I`ll take a look."

"Thank you, White Wolf."

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Since the moment Geralt had returned to the abandoned sawmill and the victims of Vampires, he felt something else nearby. Not Vampires, something else. Soon enough, the Witcher found a bloody trail leading into the nearest house. He found a corpse, torn to pieces and some human bones. The stink of the corpse and flies buzzing around made Geralt cough and he stepped outside.

There, he noticed a murder of crows nearby. A crow of perfect black inky wings alights upon a tree, cawking loudly. Then Geralt smelled it- blood again. Fresh.

"Fuck."swore Geralt. He didn`t like crows, especially not such a big pack. It usually ment one thing- a Leshen. Geralt noticed a dead dog nearby, similar wounds to the man he`d found inside the house. Dead people, dead animals, the attacker must`ve been very angry.

Geralt decided to look around. He found broken branches, quite strong ones. A human couldn`t do that. It had to be a Monster! More dead people, broken necks, torn limbs, all kinds of fatal injuries. Huge claw marks everywhere, blood splatters, tracks... definitely a Leshen! The question was, who or what had angered the creature? In the eerie scene there was a chance to learn how to silence fear and for the eyes to see better than they ever have. Geralt took a deep breath, preparing himself to fight the Leshen... He covered his Aerondight with relict oil and closed his eyes.

It was already dark, when Geralt woke from his meditation. Something, a sound, had gained his attention. Full moon was shining, so he could at least see his surroundings. Geralt saw his reflection in the dark water. His features were dulled by the rippling current. Dead things called to him, from the depths below. Geralt spoke the words that the old hag had taught him, and he saw the darkness begin to swirl. Fleshless limbs, deep sockets: devoid of eyes, matted hair, and tattered algae covered clothes rose to the surface. None needed breathe, nor did they feel the cold chill of the wind. None needed food, their only hunger was for revenge. They were the souls of everyone, who`d been killed on that place...

Something was coming. Something big...

There, between huge old trees, stood the Leshen. Geralt could see the fog around the creature moving, like it too was alive. His Wolf medallion vibrated intensely. The creature moved it`s claws slowly, looking straight at Geralt. It was larger than any Leshen Geralt had seen before, at least twice the size of normal Leshen.

"How you like that silver?" the White Wolf growled, taking Aerondight slowly out.

The Leshen made an unearthy scream and attacked. Geralt cast Quen and jumped aside, trying to get out of the reach. Geralt rose again like some yellow eyed demon, angry like Hell. He was tired of the world, tired of everyone in it. Geralt wished he didn`t have to slay this beautiful creature. But he knew from the moment their eyes met, that there was no escape. The Leshen knew, that Geralt had invided his territory. Now Geralt would have to kill him.

With a roar, Leshen charged again, barely missing. He was only yards away from the matter of seconds. Geralt sprang into action. Coming up to one knee, Geralt glanced at the sharp tip of his silver sword. It hadn`t even injured the Leshen properly. And Leshen seemed to be annoyed at the tiny scratch Geralt had delivered. The Witcher was forced to step back and protect himself for the blows. He moved in again, this time casting Igni and making the Leshen helpless for some time. The Witcher was about to attack again, when Leshen struck with his left arm, landing a blow that knocked the wind from Geralt and sent him flying. Before Geralt could understand what happened, he was crashing into the forest bed.

"Fuck..."

He transformed the fall into rolling and got to his feet, ready for the next hit.

The Leshen was furious now.

Geralt was barely able to protect himself. After some minutes, Geralt felt himself getting tired. Fear was creeping into his gut. Due to the Leshen`s size, Geralt had to put immense amount of effort into each move. Twice as big, twice as far to roll. He wouldn`t last much longer...

Just as this thought crossed his mind, the White Wolf came out of the roll a bit too short. He managed to rotate, almost avoiding Leshen`s claws. Almost...

Geralt grunted at the force of the hit, swore and pulled himself back to his feet. The Leshen stood in one place, something was disturbing him. Eyes narrowed, Geralt watched and waited. Gathering himself, Geralt found the Leshen staring him down. Geralt`s leg was injured, so he couldn`t move as fast as he wanted to.

Then the huge beast Charged.

"Fuck!" Geralt swore. There wasn`t much he could do. A moment before the Leshen hit, Geralt surrounded himself with Quen. It lessened the blow, but Geralt still went flying through the air. He landed heavily against a tree, all breath driven out from his lungs as he fell onto the ground.

He was barely conscious. Everything was numb, his legs, his body. Eyes fluttering. Geralt tried to raise himself with one hand, but failed. Utterly spend, the Witcher collapsed into the dirt. Before he lost consciousness, he heard the Leshen`s cry of death.

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Geralt woke up with a gasp. He was surprised to be still alive. He opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings. He was in somekind of caverns, near a bonfire. The entrance of the caverns was nearby, so Geralt managed to stumble outside. Bats glided in moonlight streams as if the night sky were the most fabulous of fairground rides.

The Witcher didn`t like bats much, they always reminded him of Lesser or Higher Vampires.

The sky was black tranquility married to a poetry of stars. It was the softness that called body and brain to rest and let the heart go to its steady rhythm. Night came as a reward of sorts, a restfulness above to calm the soul.

Geralt wanted to move closer to the edge of the cliff, but a quiet voice stopped him.

"I wouldn`t do that if I were you..."

White Wolf turned and his eyes met the Higher Vampire he`d saved some time ago.

"You...saved me?"

Dettlaff nodded. "I repaid my debt. You saved me from freezing, so I saved you from the Leshen."

The swarm of bats flew over their heads, Geralt had to cover his head.

"Don`t be afraid."Dettlaff smiled at him. "They are my friends. Bats follow me, where ever I go."

"Guess it`s some kind of Vampire thing..."

The Higher Vampire put his strong hand around Geralt`s waist and helped him back inside. "You shouldn`t move much around, you haven`t healed properly. Yet."

Geralt sighed and sat down again. "The child....Vampires? Know anything about them?"

Dettlaff shook his head. "Must be different tribe. I happened here alone. They are not from Gharasham tribe."

Geralt was concerned. "Won`t they attack every skelliger they see?"

"Probably. There`s nothing I can do."

The Witcher swallowed hard. "I must warn them, especially my old friend Crach an Craite!"

"Do as you must..." Dettlaff stretched himself slowly. "But not while you`re still weak."He leaned closer, so close that Geralt could feel his breath against his neck. "Breathe deep the darkness...Breathe deep the sadness..."

Geralt wasn`t sure, what he was feeling. It wasn`t fear somehow, it was excitement, caring and arousal.

"I'm so torn between love, death, life, and hate..." Dettlaff`s long fingers with sharp nails moved over Witcher`s shoulders and neck. Geralt closed his eyes and bit down a moan.

"I have to see..."

"What do you want to see?" Dettlaff kissed his neck.

"Why are you..?"Geralt grabbed the Vampire`s hands between his own, trying to stop him from moving, from scratching him so gently, so delicately.

"Why am I..?" The Higher Vampire echoed his question.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Time is the bond of mortal life..."Dettlaff moved infront of the White Wolf, smiling at him with bared fangs. "Love was the curse upon my soul! Usually we don`t feel emotions as strong as desire or love. The heart that beats inside my chest was cold..."he leaned in, so Geralt wanted to take an involuntary step back."But you...you woke something in me, something I cannot explain!"

Dettlaff turned away for a short time, standing in the darkness, head down. "Make the sadness go away...I have become empty and I hate it. I see the sadness in your yellow eyes, you feel the same!"And he was back at Geralt again, taking his face between his hands. "Look at the pain around me! This is what I cry for! Look at the pain around me! I don't mean anything..."

Realization, when it hit, hit hard, sending the Witcher into startled silence.

"Geralt, I..."Dettlaff begun.

"You`re having feelings towards me?" It was, at first, a frantic question.

Dettlaff groaned inwardly.

"Geralt," Dettlaff began again. "I..."Suddenly he couldn`t find the right words to describe, what he was feeling.

"When I saw you in that cave," he said carefully, taking the Witcher's face between his hands and not allowing him to pull away."You awoke something in me, that I haven`t felt a long time, maybe hundreds of years."

Geralt's head did snap up then, jerking free of the gentle grasp. "Do I really have such skillful fingers?" he joked.

Golden eyes bore into blue ones. "Dettlaff."The name was like a prayer on Witcher`s lips.

"Do you believe in love?" asked Dettlaff, "Do you believe in destiny?"

"I thought once, that I did."Geralt whispered, closing his eyes. "That didn`t last. "

Gentle stroke along his throat, trying to relax the painfully tight muscles there. "What a beautiful thing you are..."Dettlaff smiled. He moved behind the Witcher, putting his hands around Geralt`s waist.

Geralt was shaking now, the faintest quiver in the muscles of his shoulders that sent shards of pleasure rushing through Dettlaff. Dettlaff pushed the black linen shirt down his shoulders, baring Geralt`s torso.

Author`s notes: I`m vaguely using https://witcher.fandom.com/wiki/Abandoned_Sawmill_(quest) here, that`s where the Leshen fight came in.

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The Vampire moved around behind the Witcher, and he could feel the Witcher`s displeasure as he passed beyond his gaze. Geralt felt blind now, and vulnerable. Dettlaff touched his back, trailing fingers down the sweat-sheened spine. Dettlaff dropped to his knees and pressed the softest of kisses between the two shoulder blades, feeling Geralt tense under his hands. Such perfect, pale skin, it seemed to glow with its own luminescence. This man was strength and beauty personified. Dettlaff wanted to defile this body, to rend its perfection until it would be nothing but a battered, bloody shell, but he refrained. Even its light iwas painful to him, and he would not give up that perfect torment for all the world.

Dettlaff`s hands moved around Geralt now, moving to caress the warm peaks of his nipples. They were already hard for him, and Dettlaff smiled again, enjoying Geralt`s distress at his body's betrayal. Smooth skin, sliding like satin under his palms. The Witcher`s muscles quiver under his hands, and Dettlaff was quite certain that it was not entirely from revulsion at his touch.

"You have many scars," Dettlaff told him, letting his breath fall hot on Geralt`s ear. He arched, the smallest sound coming from the depths of his throat, but he made no other acknowledgment that Dettlaff had spoken. "You are so beautiful..."

Geralt tried to move away, but Dettlaff held him tightly. His nails scraped down across Witcher`s chest, drawing forth a small gasp.

Geralt was breathing hard now. Dettlaff vand der Eretein could feel it in the flutter of the pulse at his throat, as well as in the shuddering of his body that he hold in his arms. He tasted good, like winter wine and blood, and Dettlaff wanted more. He wanted to taste Geralt`s essence on his tongue, to draw the Witcher into him until there was nothing left of him that Dettlaff did not possess.

Dettlaff wanted to see his eyes, and he was disappointed to find them closed. The skin of Geralt`s face was pale, his lashes a dark charcoal against his cheeks. He was exquisite in his fear, and in his arousal. Geralt denied this still, and it was the denial that brought him pain. How little he understood.

Dettlaff`s fingers slided under the waistband of Geralt`s leather pants, loosening the laces with slow purpose. He watch Witcher`s face carefully, enjoying the strain he saw present between his elegantly sculpted brows. His lips were moving, just barely, and Dettlaff couldn`t make out the words that he was saying.

"Please..."Geralt whispered, "stop this teasing..."

Dettlaff`s fingers moved around Geralt`s erect member, squeesing none too gently. He gave another small gasp, this one sounding pained, and the line of distress between his brows deepened. His hips undulated faintly under Dettlaff`s touch.

"Dettlaff..."Geralt whispered, resting his head against the Higher Vampire`s shoulder. "What are you doing to me?"

"Relax," Dettlaff told him.

Now Geralt was naked before Dettlaff. For a moment, the Vampire couldn`t breathe, and his body tensed in sudden anticipation as he took in the smooth, well-honed sight of him. The Witcher was exquisite. The faint light pooled along the lines of his muscles, which were clearly delineated underneath his pale-silk skin. His skin was the tell-tale of the monsters he`d fought and defeated, scars everywhere. Yet, this made him even more desireable in Dettlaff`s eyes.

Dettlaff could taste him on the air as he breathed.

Extending one sharp-clawed finger, Dettlaff traced the underside of the straining flesh that rose unashamedly from between Geralt`s legs. His eyes were open now, and the look he speared Dettlaff with was full of lust and longing.

"Please..."

This time, Dettlaff trailed his lips across the planes of Witcher`s stomach. The muscles there jumped as his cold breath caressed them, as if they seeked to escape his touch. The scent of Geralt`s arousal was thick around the Vampire. Unable to resist any longer, he took him into his mouth.

He tasted like satin on Dettlaff`s tongue, slick and yielding. The Vampire had to surround the urge to bite down, to draw blood. Geralt`s scent surrounded him, as he sucked on his flesh in long hard gasping pulls.

*Come for me, love. Scream for me.* Dettlaff spoke mentally, not even believing, that Geralt could hear him. * Let me hear your liquid anguish as it shoots down my throat. You are close now, so very close, and the energy rising from your shuddering body is almost blinding. Why do you fight this? Why do you struggle against that which we both know you desire?*

"I`m... coming for you..."Geralt moaned, trying to fight back, "I`m so close..."

His face as he came was stripped of all defenses. The cry he made reached to the ground above them, to the sky, to the stars. It was a cry that was made for Dettlaff alone.

Geralt`s golden eyes were dazed as Dettlaff drew up beside him.

Dettlaff`s weight pinned him to the ground, and it was maddening to feel the Witcher writhe beneath him. Dettlaff sunk his teeth into his neck, unable to stop himself, and he tasted blood. It was the taste of rapture, the taste of ecstasy searched for and then found.

Sweet. His skin tasted sweet under Dettlaff`s questing tongue. The Vampire closed his eyes for a little time. Then realisation hit him.

With concerned eyes he checked the small wound on Geralt`s neck. The Witcher didn`t protest. Neither of them cared, that the ground of the cave wasn`t the most comfortable to lay on.

"I`m sorry..." Dettlaff whispered, covering his face, "It`s just a reflex for us, the Vampires. Just a reflex, like fear or sex..."

"I understand..."came the quiet answer from Geralt of Rivia. "It`s not that bad..."

Dettlaff`s painful arousal was demanding that he attended to it, and for a moment he kept still and silent, allowing himself to feel the quiet agony of unfulfilled need. Then, very slowly, he reached down between their bodies to free his straining desire from the prison of his leather and velvet clothes.

A shudder passed through Geralt, a subdued, agonized expression of need. He knew then, that there was no going back.

"It might be slightly uncomfortable for you," Dettlaff told him, trying to calm Geralt`s fear. Fear had no place between them, not now. The Vampire`s hand stroked down Witcher`s side, soothing the tremors out of him until his fingers curled around his hip. "Embrace it."

Dettlaff could feel Geralt listening to him, every cell in his body attuned to his words. It was a moment of awakening, and Dettlaff savored it.

Geralt's eyes smoldered, his breathing ragged. "Yes, please... Want you..."

Dettlaff closed his blue eyes, sighing. "Don`t...want to hurt you..."

"Please!"

"Plenilunio drives me crazy...I....I shouldn`t do that!" Dettlaff begun to pull back slowly.

"Pleni...what?" Geralt stood, stepping away, letting the Higher Vampire make his decision.

The Higher Vampire looked at him, like he was scared. Scared of him, or his own emotions?

"The full moon."

With a Vampire's quickness, Dettlaff pulled Geralt against his chest, pulled his head down and proceeded to devour the Witcher's lips. Geralt backed a step further away with every step Dettlaff took closer. Soon the Witcher found himself cornered and he knew he'd been had. With a sensual smile, Dettlaff placed a hand on each side of his body against the rock wall and pressed his body against Geralt so he could whisper in the Witcher`s mans ear. "Don't fight it, Geralt... Let me love you. Give in to your desires."

"Let me go, Dettlaff." The Witcher warned, a desperate edge in his voice.

"No." the Vampire replied plainly before crushing his lips to Geralt's once again in a searing kiss. Then he moved slowly to his neck and shoulders, biting gently down, breaking the skin, drawing blood.

Geralt of Rivia moaned out loud, closing his eyes.

"Do you still want me to let you leave, Witcher?" Dettlaff breathed into his ear.

"No..."Came the shaky reply.

"You're mine," Dettlaff hissed, hardly recognizing his own voice. The Witcher was silent but for soft whimpers, his hands clutching Dettlaff's shoulders as he slid lower, burying his face into the warm skin of Geralt's belly.

He bit again, making another bleeding wound and Geralt yelped. "You're mine! Say it!"

"I...I'm yours."

"Mine," he rasped against heated skin and Geralt moaned in response, clutching desperately at Dettlaff's shoulders and pleading in broken whispers for more. He pulled back enough to flip Geralt onto his stomach, cupping his backside in his two large palms as Dettlaff nuzzled the small of his back, licking and sucking at the sweat-salty flesh.

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Dettlaff shifted upward, covering Geralt's body with his own, and rubbed his swollen erection in the cleft of Witcher's buttocks. Geralt looked over his shoulder to Dettlaff, their eyes met, Dettlaff licked his lips. The Witcher wanted to move, but Dettlaff shook his head. Pressing down with more of his weight, he stilled the Witcher, sliding a hand around to stroke Geralt's hardness, distracting him. Geralt shuddered and moaned through closed teeth.

He didn`t have any oil or anything to make it better for both of them, so he spat on his fingers.

Shifting aside just a bit, Dettlaff moved a sticky hand over his own erection, moaning at the feel and rubbing his hips against Geralt's. Soon, yes, he needed this soon, and he quickly moved his hand to Geralt, slipping a finger, then two deeply inside the Witcher's body. Geralt cried out in surprise, struggling briefly and then he paused, whimpering as he seemed to change his mind, his hips instead moving timidly backwards onto those invading fingers.

"Not that way..."Geralt tried to turn around. "Want to see...your face..."

Dettlaff sighed and moved, letting the Witcher turn around. Geralt was straddling him, with a grin on his pale face.

Dettlaff wanted Geralt of Rivia. In fact, he started wanting him since he first saw him in that same cave during that blizzard.

Their bodies pressed tightly together, rubbing their cocks together, slowly, then faster, until Geralt pulled away, their sweat-slicked bodies coming apart with a sucking pop. Dettlaff`s body seemed colder against Geralt.

With an almost feral growl, Dettlaff twisted away and fell backwards, bringing Geralt with him. He rolled them over so that he lay atop the Witcher.

Geralt looked up at him with his bright yellow eyes. There was no fear in his gaze.

"Do it!"

Capturing the Witcher's lips in a searing kiss, Dettlaff crushed Geralt to him, moaning as his throbbing penis rubbed against Geralt's thigh.

Lifting himself slightly, the Higher Vampire ran his hand and long claws over Geralt's stomach and chest, and then quickly slicked his engorged penis with his saliva again. He took a moment to admire the view of the Witcher surrendering to him, to his primal needs. With a shaking hand he positioned himself at the Witcher's small opening and gently pushed against the tight muscles.

With a moan, Geralt pulled his legs up, his hands grabbing the backs of his thighs, and then gasped as the head of Dettlaff's penis finally gained entry.

"Fuuuuuuuuuccccck..."

"How....can you be so tight?" Dettlaff groaned between gritted teeth. He closed his eyes and with a grunt, he slid all the way in.

"Because..."Geralt took a deep breath, trying to relax. "...I haven`t done this before..."

Geralt cried out sharply at the burning sensation as he was stretched and filled, but then Dettlaff began to move inside of him, and the pain quickly turned to pleasure.

The Vampire pulled almost all the way out, his entire body trembling with need, and then slowly began pushing back in. He didn`t want to hurt the white haired man beneath him, but the need made it almost impossible. Dettlaff groaned deeply and gritted his sharp long teeth, as Geralt arched against him, pushing him deeper inside.

As he once again began to slowly pull out, Geralt grabbed his shoulders. With an animalistic roar, Dettlaff began to savagely plunge in and out of the slick passage, the head of his penis rubbing Geralt's prostate with each thrust. He reached between them and grabbed Witcher's renewed erection, squeezing tightly as he stroked it hard and fast.

The Witcher howled as his body began to convulse, causing the muscles surrounding Dettlaff's penis to clench tightly, and with a final thrust, Dettlaff threw his head back, his mouth opened in a silent scream as he came, filling Geralt with his seed. For a moment, he looked down at Geralt, his black hair covering his face and then collapsed next to the Witcher.

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A song was echoing through Kaer Trolde, that could be heard all over the biggest island of Skellige.

"The sky grows dark
Decay underneath
The ravens in the sky
And kings shall deceive"

Crach al Craite needed his men in the coming fight against new enemies, the Vampires. Somehow, the Vampires had invaded some islands of Skellige. And Geralt was missing. Both of Crach`s children, Cerys and Hjalmar were out, looking for anything, that could help them to drive the Vampires away and find Geralt.

"We have come into the night
Plunder and raise and war are nigh
We have come into the night "

The song was coming eve through the closed windows of the Kaer Trolde castle. Crach swore loudly. Never had he seen so many Vampires before, especially so near to his home. Something had driven them there. But what or who?

He had to find the White Wolf. Geralt was like best friend to him and his children. Especially after finding out about Birna Bran and her failed plan. If there were no Geralt, the berserkers surely would`ve killed everybody.

"Drengr of Ragnarök
Drengr of Ragnarök..."

He remembered the angry cries of that woman, when she was dragged away, to the place of the punishment. The shocked face of her son, Svanrige Tuirseach. The man was innocent, but the mother had deserved death penalty.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Cerys stopped at her tracks so abruptly, that Hjalmar almost collided with his sister.

"What`s wrong?" he asked.

Cerys gave no answer, instead she knelt down and inspected something on the icy ground. Hjalmar hesitated first, then moved closer. Bloody footprints going into the nearby village... or what`s left of it.

Cerys shook her head. "This doesn`t look good..."

Bodies everywhere, blood, signs of useless fight. They passed some huts and gardens, all abandoned.

"Let`s move..."Cerys whispered.

After entering into the deep and foggy forest Cerys abruptly stopped again.

"What now?" asked Hjalmar.

"Look..."

Hjalmar saw it- a huge Leshen, dead and torn into pieces. What was so strong, that it could destroy a Leshen like that? Not a Witcher obviously...The horned head of the Leshen was completely torn off, pieces of it`s body scattered around nearby. It looked like someone with hugher claws had fought the Beast off.

"What`s that?" Hjalmar suddenly asked, crouching down and looking at something on the ground.

"What`s what?" now Cerys came closer to him. "Two sets of tracks, both human. Bloody trail..."

"My guess is, that we should follow it." Cerys took a deep breath and looked around. She didn`t like the forest, it was too dark and gloomy. The dark woods, that community of heaven-spun trees, slept and dreamed together of the dawn.

Cerys let her eyes rest on the trees, their bark scarred by forest animals seeking insects. Each of them was soft brown, their injuries mahogany and deep even where the light reaches them. Periodically there was a raised ring under the bark going right around the girth, regular and chaotic all at once. She usually loved the forests of Skellige, but something had changed and she felt it.

Soon, Cerys saw something, that looked like a cave.

Brother and sister looked at each other in silent agreement. Cerys took a deep breath and wanted to step in, but Hjalmar was first to enter. At first, the cave seemed pitch black, but then they saw something not far away, that looked like a fire. Slowly and carefully they moved closer and closer....until Hjalmar suddenly stopped.

"What is it?" whispered Cerys. She couldn`t see because of darkness.

"Come and see, but don`t wake them up?"

Cerys wanted to ask, what Hjalmar ment under "them", but instead she sneaked next to her brother.

What she saw, was interesting, to say at least- in each others arms were Geralt and a dark haired pale man, sleeping. The White Wolf seemed to be wounded, cause he had bruises and fresh scars, some covered and bandaged up, some left bare.

Cerys nodded, then wanted to spet back. Hjalmar accidently stepped against Geralt`s sword, which made a clinking sound. The Witcher opened his eyes and looked around.

"Hjalmar? Cerys?" he asked quietly, not wanting to wake Dettlaff. "What are you doing here? How...how did you get here?"

Hjalmar knelt down next to Geralt, Cerys did the same.

"We were looking for you, Witcher. What happened?" He then looked at Dettlaff, eyes wide. "Who`s this?"

Geralt put an arm around the sleeping Dettlaff, then tried to relax. "A Leshen attacked me, I got injured. He saved me. But before, I saved his ass."

"Yeah, but what`s his name?"

"Dettlaff."Geralt sounded, like he wanted to tell something more, but wasn`t sure about it.

"What is it? Does he have to do something with those killings here?"

"No."

"Good. You wouldn`t stick together with murderers, I know it."

Geralt nodded. "The murderers are Higher Vampires."

"What? How do you know?"

"Let`s just say, that I have information."He looked at his sleeping companion again." When the time is right, I will explain everything."

"What you gonna do now? Kill the Vampires?"

Geralt shrugged his shoulders. "In my condition? You`ll have to wait, until I`m completely healed from my wounds. It might take a day, or two. Not more than three."

Cerys smiled. "Glad, that you`re alive. We started to worry."

"You should thank Dettlaff here. I give him your thanks, when he wakes up. But you two should go back to Kaer Trolde and inform Crach, that you found me."

Hjalmar grinned. "Wise words. Come on Cerys, let`s go!"

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"What shall we do now?" asked Cerys, stepping out from the cave. "We found Geralt, but we didn`t get him."

Hjalmar scratched his beard. "I got no slightest idea, sis. This man... he seemed so pale... like a..."

Cerys nodded. "A Vampire. But since Geralt get`s along with this creature, we should also be safe. Look, he`s a Witcher and he would`ve at least tried to kill that beast, if it had attacked the villagers!"

"So we have one friendly beast and Freya knows how many agressive ones..."was Hjalmar`s conclusion.

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Geralt woke to a kiss on his forehead. He opened his eyes to find Dettlaff staring at him with concerned eyes.

"Someone has been here, while we were sleeping," he sniffed the air. "Two persons, young..." He looked around, baring his sharp teeth.

"Calm yourself, Dettlaff."Geralt put a hand on Vampire`s shoulder. "These two were my friends. They were looking for me."

"Did they see me? Us?"

Geralt nodded. "Don`t be so worried. Cerys and Hjalmar won`t touch you. And I hope, you won`t touch them either..."

Dettlaff sighed. "I know their smell now, I will avoid attacking your friends, Witcher."

"Thank you."Geralt relaxed visibly, which made Dettlaff smile. He touched Witcher`s white, long hair and inhaled deeply.

"You smell good."

"Are you, Vampires, always so intense?" asked Geralt, letting his head rest on Dettlaff`s shoulder.

"We feel emotions stronger than humans. So the answer is yes."

"I`m not a human."Geralt looked up into Dettlaff`s eyes. "I`m a mutant. Humans look at me with disgust and distrust. I`m like an outcast, all Witchers are."

"A beautiful outcast." the Higher Vampire whispered, kissing Geralt`s neck. The Witcher shivered. He didn`t know, that his neck could be so sensitive. Actually, he quite enjoyed it. When Dettlaff`s teeth touched his shoulder, he moaned quietly.

"You like it?"

Geralt could only nodd. He felt his skin tingle, like someone tickled it so-so lightly.

"You are strong, Witcher."the Higher Vampire whispered letting his long claws touch Geralt`s tighs. "I have seen weak creatures, very weak. When weak court death, they find it. But you....you are something else!" Geralt turned his head, so their eyes met. " You abandoned your illusions of control, surrendered to me and survived..."

Geralt grinned. "I know, when not to fight."

Dettlaff laughed at that. "Says the Witcher, who almost got killed by an Ancient Leshen, because he refused to run."

The Witcher groaned to that. Dettlaff was right, though. "I had a contract on that particular Leshen."He sat next to the fire, warming his hands. "Also, I`m looking for the Isle of Mists."

"Haven`t heard of it. Why you want to go there, Witcher?"

"I need to find my child surprise, Ciri. She`s like a daughter to me, Dettlaff..."

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

When Dettlaff returned to his hideout, he saw another Higher Vampire, Khagmar, standing near to Geralt.

"Wake him." Khagmar demanded.

Dettlaff shook his head. "No. He's in a very bad condition right now. He needs to rest. Besides, he`s under my protection. "

Khagmar glanced at Dettlaff with disgust and surprise. "Since when do Vampires protect Witchers?" Ignoring Dettlaff, Khagmar forced his way in to Geralt's corner but Dettlaff stretched out his long arms to block Khagmar and bared his teeth in silent warning.

"Move out of my way!" Khagmar said angrily.

"Fuck off!" Dettlaff snarled.

Khagmar stood in silent for a while but then he smirked. "You have to keep an eye on him...accidents might happen, you know."

"You stay away from Geralt, or I`ll..."

"You know, what happens to those, who kill someone inside their tribe." Khagmar said slyly.

Suddenly, without a warning, fire came out from nowhere and burned Khagmar`s hand. The Higher Vampire screamed in pain, trying to extinguish the fire.

"Igni!" It was Geralt, who had casted a sign. He looked very angry and his eyes glared at Khagmar. "Leave..."

Khagmar shook his hands rapidly trying to put out Geralt's fire. "Don't you dare lay even just a finger on us!" The Witcher exclaimed.

Khagmar was so pissed. He didn't even care about Dettlaff anymore. "You!" He pointed his finger towards Geralt of Rivia. "How dare you to set me on fire?!"

Then he turned around and vanished in a cloud of red smoke.

Dettlaff relaxed visibly, then turned to Geralt and tried to make him lay down again. Geralt gritted his teeth, trying to hide his pain. His body faltered when he stepped on to the furs and blankets, but he quickly regained his balance.

"Who was that?" he asked, sitting down and covering his body with white wolf`s fur.

"Khagmar, a member of my tribe."Dettlaff said. "I`m surprised to see him here. He is quite an asshole..."

The Vampire sat down next to the Witcher, his eyes intense.

"Show me your wound." Dettlaff asked.

Geralt hesitated only for a moment. He knew that this wouldn't be pretty. Even so, he lifted his linen shirt showing his body and all the bandages that covered up his wounds. Geralt hadn`t still healed properly. He gasped as he felt the pain throbbing in the pit of his stomach. He curled up his body trying to endure the pain. He could feel his healing wound opened again and blood flowing out of his body so he pressed his hands against his chest and stomach to stop the bleeding.

"You shouldn`t have done this..."Dettlaff rushed to him, taking the Witcher into his arms. Geralt gritted his teeth, refusing to make any sound. He didn't want Dettlaff to see how much pain he was in.

"I...I thought...he wanted to attack you..."Geralt finally managed.

"He doesn`t dare. "

"It hurts..." Geralt let out a voice that sounded more like a whisper.

"You know, what night it is?" Dettlaff asked, covering Witcher`s wounds with the oil Geralt had given him before.

The Witcher shook his head.

"The Night of the Striga. All lesser or higher Vampires are supposed to go out to hunt or meet each other. That`s why Khagmar was here, I suppose."

"Oh." Geralt didn`t know, what to say. Supposedly this had nothing to do with him.

"I must keep my eye on you, White Wolf." Dettlaff said as he turned his back."Khagmar isn`t a nice Vampire. I`ll be back soon. Stay here...please?"

Geralt watched as Dettlaff walked deeper into the forest until he couldn't see him anymore. Then he tried to stand up but fell again on his knees. His hands were getting colder and black dots started to appear on his sight. He had no choice, he had to stay in this- luckily quite comfortable now- cave. Geralt always kept his word, or at least tried to.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

When Dettlaff returned, he found Geralt leaning against the cave`s wall.

"Witcher!" It didn't take long for Dettlaff to realize the blood that soaked on all over his shirt and on his hands. The Vampire`s eyes grew wide in shock when he saw Geralt's painful face.

"I told you not to move!" he whispered.

Geralt shook his head. "No. You told me not to leave the cave."

"I found a better place for us in a nearby village. Can you walk?"

Dettlaff half-carried, half-walked the Witcher through the clearing and village, Fayrlund. The village was in the middle of forest, surrounded by ancient trees. Geralt, observing things, noticed deer heads on almost every house. It seemed odd, as if the villagers were worshiping some old God or Monster. There was a hug of houses in the green that together made a village. His Wolf medallion started vibrating gently.

"Dettlaff..."Geralt looked around, eyes narrowing. "Something is wrong here."

The Higher Vampire didn`t answer, but guided Geralt to a unhabited, but comfortable house.

A man with red-brown hair and beard came closer hesitantly. "You`re right, sir,"he turned to Dettlaff. "Your friend needs help and rest." He saw Geralt`s swords, but didn`t say anything.

When inside the house, Dettlaff pushed Geralt onto the bed and laid him down. He unbuttoned Witcher's shirt and began unwrapping the bandage full of blood on his body. The large cut across his body looked so terrible that Dettlaff almost looked away from it. There were also old scars behind the newer one.

Dettlaff's gaze moved from the wounds to his eyes. "How did you get all these wounds?" He asked.

"By fighting humans and monsters."

"And in this condition you want to go to look for your step daughter?" Dettlaff shouted. "You must be crazy..."

Geralt sighed. " The Wild Hunt is following her...I must try and save her."

"I get a medic or herbalist." Dettlaff wanted to stand up.

"No," Geralt said quickly. "Please, just help me clean my wounds and put another bandage on top of them."

"But..." Dettlaff protested.

"I know my body."He stated. "This kind of injury won't kill me. I'll be fine a few days."

Dettlaff didn`t want to interrupt or make the Witcher more tired. Was he used to this kind of pain that it didn't even bother him so much anymore?

Dettlaff helped him to clean up and bandage the wounds. Geralt hissed a few times when Dettlaff's hand got to close to his wounds. It was finally all cleaned up now and didn't look as terrible as before. The Witcher covered his body with the blanket, trying to get some much-needed rest.

"Hey," Dettlaff van der Eretein said. Geralt opened his eyes. "Do you mind if I stay here for tonight? I mean, in case your wounds got worse or you have a fever because of it. I don't think that I'll be able to sleep either if I leave you like this."

"Go ahead." Geralt tried to smile, but was too tired. He actually didn`t want Dettlaff to leave, the Vampire seemed to understand him nonetheless. Geralt relaxed and let his head fall on Dettlaff`s shoulder. He hadn`t felt that safe for a long time. But now, in this Higher Vampire`s embrance...It was so unreal. There was something in that Vampire, that reminded him strangely a bit of Regis.

Author`s notes: Khagmar was, according to several myths and legends, a Higher Vampire living in Toussaint after the Conjunction of the Spheres. He had a taste for human blood and, in one night, was able to drink the blood of an entire village. His behavior has led to the commencement of hunting vampires, in which people used the help of witchers and wizards. Although only vampires can kill other vampires, the hunting became the mosquitoes to a vampire's ear. Therefore, the vampires decided to punish the false representative of their race.

They seized him and placed him in a cage in his so-called, "Place of Execution" in the dungeons of the fortress of Tesham Mutna.[1] The cage was made of silver, dalvinite, and meteorite steel, and Khagmar spent more than two hundred years in it. To increase his suffering, there were constantly cages surrounding him filled with humans, whose blood was always drawn, to keep him in an eternal state of arousal and agony.

I brought him in for a whim, but I have yet no idea, what to do with him.

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That night, Geralt had a wierd dream.

In this dream, he was following a huge, possibly very old deer. He wandered into the deep forest, following the trail. After a few minutes though, the Witcher begun to feel a little uneasy. It took him a moment to realize why. There were no birds singing. Gerald hadn’t noticed at first because the creek was so close by that it provided its own ambient noise, but once he was aware of the birds’ absence, the silence was deafening. He was looking around, trying to find what or who had scared the birds away. Nothing. Silence.

Then, he heard a snap. Turning cautiously, Geralt strained his eyes to see what could have caused the noise, and his hand reached for the silver sword. Medallion was vibrating fiercely...

Though at first it blended in with the trees and brush, the White Wolf noticed the deer rather quickly. Geralt relaxed a little, exhaling in relief as he removed his hand from the sword. But the Witcher still felt uneasy though, even at this distance he could tell that there was something off about the animal, and the birds still hadn’t returned. The silence was deafening.

It was a buck, with a beautiful set of antlers. This already struck Geralt as somewhat odd, as most of the bucks around Kaer Morhen had long since shed their antlers at this point. Even odder, however, was the structure of the antlers, rather than two large antlers with multiple points facing upwards, it seemed more like 6 to 10 spikes extending out of the skull. On further inspection, the deer was malnourished, emaciated even, with clumps of fur missing. This was very odd, even for Geralt. How could this deer move around in this terrible condition?

As the Witcher watched, it hobbled feebly on unsteady legs towards the river, lowering its head to drink.

Then its antlers twitched.

It didn’t look like they were going to fall off due to shedding or anything like that, the points moved outwards slightly, like a hand unclenching from a fist. As soon as the antlers twitched, the huge deer stood up from its drink, eyes wide, almost as if it were standing at attention. It seemed as it wanted to make a sound, but it only opened the mouth once, twice, but no noise came out. It seemed, like it was in terrible pain or something...

Geralt still didn`t move. As he watched, the now clearly articulated antlers further stretched, bending until the points touched the side of the buck’s head. Then they began to push...

As the Witcher watched in stunned horror, something ripped itself out of the deer’s skull with a disgusting crack of splintering bone. The objects Geralt previously thought to be antlers were, in actual fact, the spider-like legs of some sort of horrible monster, Endrega Warrior or worker. But how?

"Fuck!"

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Geralt woke up to a smell, that reminded him of someone...Yennefer. He hadn`t seen her long time and he wasn`t even sure, that he wanted to. Because of Dettlaff. He didn`t think, that it`s possible to have so strong emotions towards a man, a Higher Vampire precisely. Geralt had always liked women before. Even a friendly hug with Eskel or Lambert seemed awkward to him.

But Dettlaff was different. When he found the Vampire almost frosen on the rocky beach until now.

If the Vampire had wanted to, he could`ve killed him.

The Witcher stretched himself and cautiously stood up. Dettlaff was nowhere to be seen, though. Geralt thought about the other Vampire, Khagmar, who was very agressive, even hostile towards him and Dettlaff. If he remembered right, him and Dettlaff were from the same tribe. But why the hostility then? Was it because of him?

*Hopefully he had a good reason to leave.*Geralt thought, getting dressed. His wounds were itching slowly, but nothing worse, not even slightly bleeding anymore.

He still wanted to see, what was wrong with this Village. He remembered his medallion twiching when he came here and it still vibrated. The Deer heads upon the doorways, like the villagers were afraid of something mighty. Maybe an Archgriffin or an Ancient Leshen?

But first he had to go and find Ciri. Hopefully the Wild Hunt wouldn`t track them down, but it was useless to even think that way. The Riders were good at finding their targets, whatever the distance was.

So he took Roach and rode to Whale Graveyard to see, if there were any boats available.

Finding the boat, he stepped in and started to sail to the direction he was given. Never had Geralt wished so much for the land, to feel the sweet brown soils of the Forests. For on this sea he fell the rage within, as if the ocean was countless tears ready to pound at the feet of man, to teach he who has wanted yet not nurtured as he should. It was a gale that screamed under dark and serious clouds. Yet the boat sailed over these watery fists, to find it`s destination.

Then came the lightning, and storm.

The thunderstorm came as if an eternal question, to ask if any had gratitude for the calm?

Geralt saw a scary-looking tower in the distance, but decided not to go inspecting. He had more important things to do- to find Ciri.

On the way Geralt had to avoid Sirens, who were notorious from drowning the boats. He burned some down with Igni and continued his way.

And then he saw it, Avallac`h`s firefly, that was sent to guide him. Geralt turned his boat and followed the sparkling white creature through the thickening mist.

*The Isle of Mists must be nearby.* he thought and looked around. After moving some time, that seemed like half a day carefully around rocks and cliffs Geralt`s boat finally found the rocky beach. He climbed out from the boat and sighed. This didn`t seem like a nice place, not at all.

The Mist was thickening, Geralt grabbed his silver sword. Foglets, two of them, attacked. With Yrden and quick movements the White Wolf got rid of both of them.

The Firefly continued moving, so Geralt followed it.

Soon, it stopped at a small house. Geralt approached it to find the door locked.

"Please, let me in!" he asked, while knocking on the door loud enough to wake up anyone inside. "I`m not gonna hurt you, open up."

A loud sneezing was the first answer he got. "Ach! You blew our fucking cover!" a voice sounded angry. "Who are ya and whadda ya want?"

"I`m Geralt, a Witcher. Looking for a ashen-haired young woman...scar on her face."

"Go away!"

Geralt didn`t give up. "Let me in. How many of you are in there?" he asked, getting both annoyed and curious.

"Why ye`d need to know?" the same voice asked. "Ye taking a bloody census?"

To that, Geralt laughed a bit.

"By my mum`s beard, get yourself together, lads. You there! Outside the door- Geralt- was I right?"

"Yeah, Geralt..."the Witcher stepped closer.

"Listen, Geralt. Let`s cut to the thick of it. We survived a shipwreck- recently. Beasts from the depths ate some of us, and the rest of us found shelter here. Not too special, that, as dangers litter this Isle. But it does go to explain why we are a wee bit distrustful."

"No way you can get to this Isle conventionally..."

Laughing from behind the door. "Crickey. Ye call a shipwreck conventional?"

Another voice. "Leave it, mate. Ye know, what he means."

Sneezing. "Let me explain... A short while past we was en route from Skellige to Novigrad. And Ferenc got talkin` with the Captain, who sold `im magic firefly purported to know the way to hidden treasure."

Geralt sighed. "This conversation is getting tired. Listen, let`s make a deal."

The second voice commented again. "If that`s a Demon, it`ll try to dupe us by now."

"I`m not a Demon."Geralt took a deep breath, trying not to lsoe his calm. "You don`t need to fear me. Gimme a chance, I`ll prove it."

"How ye aim to do that?"

"Say I find your mates, will you believe I mean no harm?"

"Aye, but I don`t count on either coming too easy..."

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"How many of you are missing?" Geralt asked.

"3, Ivo, Gaspard and Ferenc."

"Okayyyyyy... Can you tell me, where I`m supposed to find them?"

After getting the whereabouts of the missing persons, Geralt went out for the search.

The Mist was thick, but the Witcher senses helped Geralt to locate the first of the dwarwes. Yes, on the top of the nearby cliff was a dwarf, and he sounded surprised.

"A man!" he yelled. "Hah! Am I ever pleased to see you!"

Geralt sighed in relief. "I talked to your friends. Come down."

The Dwarf started to climb. "Right. I`m coming...You know, I have one regret... that..." To Witcher`s horror he slipped, lost his balance and fell down. Dead.

"Fuck!"

Geralt ran past a lake. The inpenetrable mist danced upon the lake waters as if it were in some magical daydream.

The other Dwarf had to be in the nearby tower, so Geralt headed that way. The Mist wasn`t so bad here, so at least he saw, where to go.

The tower rose as a might oak upon the grassy knoll. It was the most sincere of greys, that deep slate-blue. The Witcher opened the door and started climbing up the long ladder. There, next to some candles and food, lay the sleeping Dwarf.

"Hey, wake up."Geralt crouched next to him.

"Shoo...back to bed, Nibbles..." the Dwarf spoke through his dreaming.

*This is gonna be hard.*thought Geralt.

"Wake up!" Geralt repeated, a bit louder.

"Wha...What`s happening?" the Dwarf finally opened his eyes and looked around. His gaze stopped on Geralt. "Who`re you?"

"I`m Geralt." The Witcher still didn`t move an inch. "You and your friends- what happened?"

"Rabenick and Company. Real estate appraisal, insurance, mass event organization. Gaspard Sutter- my friends call me Sleepy. I even slept through that storm." the Dwarf yawned. "It`s a shame so many died..."

"Any chance you`ve seen an ashen-haired young woman here?"

"Here? Not a soul."Gaspard yawned again. "But a lot passes me by on account of my sleepin`..."

"Your friends asked me to find you, Ferenc and Ivo."

Gaspard`s eyes widened. Then he scratched his ear, thinking. "I`m afeared they`re dead. Some horrors swarmed Ivo, saw it with my own eyes. And Ferenc... I heard him- a blood curdling cry, then the roar of a Beast."

"Let`s get back to the hut. "Geralt stood up. "I`ll protect you along the way."

"Shame about the lads, really, but what can ye do? Come on."Gaspard finally stood slowly up. "But I should warn you, I suffer from narcolepsy, meaning... yawn..."

"I know what it means." the Witcher smiled. "Don`t worry. I`ll keep you awake."

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Finally Geralt and Gaspard arrived at the house.

Geralt knocked on the door again. "Brought your friend."

"That so? Let`s hear him, then..."

The man or dwarf behind the door was quickly interrupted by Gaspard. "Let me in!"

The door was opened, and happy voice cheered. "Haha, Gaspard. Welcome back!"

Dwarves hugged each other. "Gaspard! You seem a bit muddled!"

"Drowsy, that`s all." Gaspard corrected, starting to yawn once again.

"What of the others?" the dwarf with black beard and hair asked, looking up at Geralt.

"Found one near a Monster`s den. He was already dead, sadly. Saw another fall from a cliff. Broke his neck."

"Shit." the black-haired dwarf swore loudly. "Rabenick told me to have an eye on the snot. It was his nephew." he looked up again. "Thanks for the help. Sorry, I didn`t trust ye."

Another drawf, dressed in all red, snorted. "Argh, everything`s gone wrong. What`ll we do now?"

"Got a boat."Geralt stated. "You can leave with me. But I need to find someone first."

"An ashen-haired lass?" asked the dwarf, who stood next to the open door.

"Yes." Geralt nodded. He was tired and the feeling, that Ciri was very close, was getting stronger.

"Oh - dreadful sorry." the dwarf stated.

This made cold sweat wash over Geralt. "What...do you mean?" he asked shakily.

"She`s cold. Spirit has left her..."

The tone of Dwarf made him really scared. He took a deep breath and quietly opened the door. At first the Witcher saw nothing, cause the huge room was dark. Then, he saw her. Laying on the bed, was Ciri.

She lay there on the bed. Silently. Too silently...

"Ciri?"

Geralt took a step closer, then another...and another... Ciri`s body wasn`t moving, not a single breath taken...

Geralt sat next to her, touching Ciri`s shoulder gently. Then, he turned Ciri to her back. She wasn´t moving. Nothing at all...

"No..." Sad and desperate, trembling all over his body, Geralt stepped back, then fell on the bed again, crying. He was too late! Too late to save Ciri.

Then he gently pulled Ciri up, to give her a final hug. He held her like that for a long time, time lost it`s meaning.

A sudden movement awoke the Witcher from this immobility- Ciri was putting her hands around him! Ciri was alive!!!

This brought back a memory of himself and Ciri playing in Kaer Morhen and training the sword fighting. A relieved sigh came from Geralt, when he returned the embrance.

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"Guess not all Vesemir`s teachings`ve receded into oblivion." Geralt commented, while sitting next to Ciri.

"A Witcher can forget to eat, to drink, to breathe, but a Witcher never, ever forgets to care for his blade." Ciri smiled, while oiling her blade up. The fire from the chimney was warming her, she relaxed.

"Heh, yeah, used to repeat that incessantly."Geralt looked at the door. The dwarves were supposedly still waiting for them to come out. "Never tired of doing it, either."

"What creature was it?" Ciri suddenly asked.

"Huh? Creature?" Geralt was surprised. What was Ciri talking about?

"One that gave you the scar over your left eye."Ciri explained, pointing at Geralt`s face. "It`s new, I don`t remember it."

"Souvenir from the Cockatrice of Spalla. Another addition to the collection. Nothing special. "Geralt smiled, eyeing Ciri. "Yours has healed beautifully, though."

Ciri grinned. "Avallac`h - he prepared some special ointments for me."Then she looked into the fire, sighing. "But that was before the curse gripped him... Wonder where he is now."

"We lifted the curse. He`s at Kaer Mothen, waiting for you."

"Are you serious?" Ciri cheered in relief and happyness. "You`d not jest about something like that...Hah! A nice thing to wake up to."

"You trust him?"

"Avallac`h? He`s not let me down to date. Not once."

"You know, he`s calling me. In my dreams." Geralt sighed suddenly, fear in his eyes. "His voice... I can sometimes hear it..."

"Who?" asked Ciri. She`d never seen Geralt being afraid of anyone. This was new to her.

"Eredin..."

"Do you remember anything...something from the time you were with them, Geralt?"

"No. Nothing at all. Maybe it`s good...I don`t think I wish to remember." White Wolf stretched his shoulders. Then he shook his head. "Why you ask?" He shuddered at the thought, that his memory-loss might be important.

"It might be important. But I am not sure." She stood abruptly up. "Come on, we should get outta here."

When they stepped out from the hut, the dwarves and also the boat were gone.

"Fuck!" Geralt swore loudly. Then he turned to Ciri. "Listen, we gonna think a way to..." He felt the sudden, freezing cold. On the shore, there was Naglfar, Eredin`s ship.

"Get us outta here." Geralt whispered to Ciri, who was standing, eyes wide.

"They know, where to find us both..."Ciri backed away, "they want us both. "

Geralt took Ciri`s face between his hands. "Ciri, take us home."

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Geralt woke up to head ache. He opened his yellow eyes to find out, that he in fact, didn`t know, where he was. One thing was sure- this wasn`t Kaer Morhen. He tried to move, but couldn`t- he was chained up. Dimeritium chains, so he couldn`t cast signs...

Two metal chains fixed to the wall and attached to bracelets around his wrists had Geralt suspended with feet barely touching the floor. However long he'd been there, his weight had hung on those chains, and the pain from torn and burning muscles, twisted joints and hands gone blue from lack of circulation ... the pain was terrible.

"Fuck..."

The White Wolf pushed upwards, biting his lips, tasting blood as he tried to take some of the weight -- and the moment he moved his shoulders every muscle inhis back cramped and went into spasm. Geralt whimpered like a child, gasping as wave after wave cramped its way over his spine.

Geralt looked around in the room to see, if there was somebody else. But it was empty, except for a small sealed storage chest against one wall. The stone walls and floor radiated chill and the air stank of some stale, decayed odour. Geralt had, all in all, been in better places. It was like a cellar.

He closed his eyes and tried to remember... Getting with Ciri to Kaer Morhen through a portal... Ciri and Vesemir hugging. Then, getting everybody, Roche, Ves, Letho, Lambert, Eskel, even Yennefer and Triss together. Keira had shown up on the last minute, a pleasant surprise... It all had begun so well, but something had gone terribly wrong...

As Geralt swung back around on the chain to try and break it the door opened behind him and a tall figure entered. The Witcher bit his lip, trying to figure out a way to escape.

"I see you have finally regained consciousness..." Geralt knew that voice, a shiver vent over his body. It was Eredin Breacc Glas also knows as Sparrowhawk, the King of the Wild Hunt. He`d spoken to Geralt in his dreams often lately.

Eredin liked to be dramatic and dark. Black clothing to match his dark hair, to highlight his pale skin. He studied Geralt as well, matching his stare for stare and when he spoke, his voice was a deep, satisfied whisper.

"My, my, Imlerith has done a good job by chaining you up..."

Geralt gave him no answer.

Eredin studied him with calm intent, the dark blue eyes bright in the pale, skinny face.

"I have a proposition for you, Witcher."

"What makes you think, that I`ll accept it?"

"If you don`t, I`ll make you."

Geralt`s eyes narrowed. "Speak, then..."

The pale features twitched into a smile. "You remember, that my homeland is in verge of death, right?" Eredin continued, as he'd turned towards away, "but recently I found out, that powers similar to Witcher`s might save it..."

He glided forward to stand very close, so close that Geralt could smell the sour odour of his breath. Leather slid over skin as he drew on a pair of black, unusual gloves, with the ends of the fingers tipped with small sharp claws. Those artificially clawed hands touched Geralt`s shoulders and twisted him around on the chain he was pressed to the cold metal wall. The hands slid down Geralt`s back and around his waist, slowed at the groin then moved up to undo the clips of his belt. Belt and leather pants dropped to the floor and Geralt flinched as his black linen shirt was torn from hem to neck, the two parts left hanging from his arms.

"Trial of Grasses to whole Wild Hunt. What do you say, Witcher?"

One gloved hand stroked down Geralt`s back, the claws trailing lightly over the skin.

"You are crazy..."

He closed his eyes again. Images of him, Lambert and Letho riding out to the nearby woods in order to close the enemies portals. They had killed several Red Riders and hounds, until Geralt had spotted a particulary huge portal. Of course he had wanted to go alone and close the damned thing.

"You go to the others!" he had ordered. Carefully, trying not to be spotted, he moved closer and closer. A hit to the head and nothing then, until he woke up in this place. With Eredin...

Eredin had stepped away and Geralt heard the rustle of material and leather. The Witcher managed to turn his head and as he did the King of the Wild Hunt was stripping, folding his clothing with restrained neatness and placing it on the floor near the door.

He watched Geralt, motionless for a time, wearing only a pair of red silken underwear, then took out a long, two-tailed whip.

Gathering the strips of the whip, Eredin slowly ran them through his long fingers.. "This is called the Tamer. This will help you to submit to me, to the Wild Hunt."

"I consider myself something of an artist with the Tamer. Let me introduce it to you - you will come to know each other very well." And Eredin drew back his arm and struck with all his strength behind the blow.

It hurt. Ripping pain, a tearing snap across the width of Geralt`s back and into his right shoulder. It was impossible not to have some reaction, to hide or call back the small moan that skittered out between Geralt`s clenched teeth. He wanted to deny Eredin the pleasure of hearing him cry out. The Witcher wanted what it was impossible for him to have : some kind of control over his own reactions. Each breath ended with a sob, each blow triggered a grotesque dance as Geralt tried helplessly to push himself through the wall, to push away from the relentless cutting blows.

Nerves on fire, Geralt was both hot and cold as shock began to take its toll. He was shivering, the moans coming with a sort of staccato hiccup matching the blows.

Eredin finally stopped slicing open Geralt`s back and pulled him around.

"What`s your answer, Witcher?"

Between the bright flashing anguish Geralt could see Eredin`s face; it was peaceful, serene. He stood back to observe his handiwork. Geralt could sense every inch of his skin, could feel the blood dripping to the floor down his sides and legs.

Eredin curled the whip and dropped it to the ground, stepped forward and grabbed a handful Geralt`s blood-matted hair, pulling his head forcefully back to look into his eyes, apparently pleased by what he saw there. He stepped forward, pushing Geralt back against the wall, pressing his chest to the Witcher, smiling as Geralt winced when the torn mess of his back hit the cold wall.

The White Wolf watched in horror and disbelief Eredin lower his head and kiss the shattered skin of his shoulder, felt the hot tongue lap up the blood that had pooled on his collarbone, sensed his pleasure at the taste. Strong arms wrapped around Geralt, pushing the hair back, as he whispered against his skin.

"All you have to do is to agree...I will stop then."

Geralt hissed his hate at him and he laughed. "You're as stubborn as I remember. But I'm a lot more persistent than I was. With a different set of ...needs ..."

Eredin reached up to the chains and pulled Geralt around to face the wall, forcing his head back so that he could see Geralt`s face, and rotated his hips, pressing him to Geralt`s torn back and then Geralt could feel the swollen ...

"Fuck... no..."

Geralt could feel Eredin`s fingers closing around his throat, leaving him almost breathless. Then, he let go of Witcher`s neck, and took a hold of his hips instead. Yes, that was what he had in mind, of course. Leather covered fingers trailed around Geralt`s back and into the cleft of his buttocks, the leather slick with blood.

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"Tell me, have you had many partners already?"

Geralt tried to get away from Eredin, but the Elf held him in place with one hand, while pushing a finger in.

Geralt moaned then, for Eredin still had his gloves on and the blades on the tip of it cut into the tender parts inside the Witcher, ripping through skin and muscle as he stroked him. almost gently. The sound of Geralt`s agony amused him, Geralt could feel his erection growing behind his back but all he could do was feel and sob, all control gone.

"Just agree with my proposition, and I stop..."

"Fuck...you..." The Witcher gritted his teeth. "You think you're the only ones who matter. You think you can... put off death. But peace that made you foolish and thoughtless. If you kill someone, someone else will kill you... this hatred binds us together."

Then a second finger joined the first and Geralt passed finally out. But the relief was cut short; Geralt was jolted awake by the even greater pain of penetration as Eredin thrust his engorged penis in through the torn ring of muscle.

The Witcher tried to get away, break the chains, to push and kick, to drag himself away from that impalement. But each surging movement, each shuddering moan only enflamed Eredin even more and the driving pressure increased until he was pumping deeply into the Witcher and Geralt could feel the sharp tear of skin and muscle, the painfully stretching pressure. And all the time Eredin groaned his pleasure, thrusting and withdrawing, pushing in further until he was stopped by his own body pressed flush against Geralt`s buttocks ... and even then it seemed as if it wasn't deep enough, close enough ... that he wanted more.

"You see...Geralt... you have...nowhere...to run..."Eredin stopped briefly, holding back.

He slowed again, eased back from the edge of orgasm so as to extend his pleasure.

"This time...I got you..."

The White Wolf was barely conscious by then, held up only by the chains and Eredin`s hands, and the pain that had become so much a part of him that Geralt was almost accustomed to it. Finally, sobbing like a child with his face pressed to the cold wall, Geralt knew he was beaten. There was simply nowhere to go inside himself that Eredin hadn't touched, and no strength left to give to pride.

Eredin sensed the surrender, kissed him forcefully, and drove into him again, not caring about the pain he caused. With a moan, he came deep inside Geralt, who was about to lose consciousness.

"I didn`t want to hurt you like that ...but you see...you`re too stubborn..."

Whatever energy Geralt had managed to dredge up deserted him then and his legs buckled and he fell onto his knees. As he began to topple backwards Eredin was behind him, catching him, lowering Geralt`s head onto his lap. Geralt looked up into the pale face, his vision swimming in and out of focus and felt him touch his face. Eredin had taken off the gloves and his skin was warm and surprisingly soft.

"Nobody will save you...cause nobody knows, where you are..."

And then everything went black finally, and Geralt passed out.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

"Where is Geralt?" was Ciri`s first question, when Lambert and Letho returned.

"Didn`t he return?" asked Lambert.

"No!"

"Shit... he went to close another portal." Now Lambert started to have a really bad feeling. The Riders were gone, the attack had been pulled off. And Geralt was missing. This couldn`t be a coincidence.

"Maybe..."Letho begun.

"Yes?" Lambert turned around hastily. "Speak up!"

"We can track him to find out, what happened."

During the conversation Vesemir and Roche had already come to the gates to find out, why the Red Riders had suddenly disappeared. Finding out, that Geralt`s missing, Vesemir become very serious. He turned to Ciri.

"Geralt told you, that Eredin was speaking to him in his deams?"

Ciri nodded.

"About what? Did he tell you anything more?"

"No. We had no time to talk about it. They were after us and...and I teleported us here!"

"The whole attack has been called off and they`re all gone. Just like that..."

Nobody had noticed Avallac`h on the balcony or the red-black cloud of smoke appearing nearby. Not until the elven Sage finally spoke up. "You seem to have a problem...I might know, where to start our search."

"Enlighten me, too." came a voice to which Avallac`h turned. He saw a pale Vampire, arms crossed over his chest, standing on the doorway. "I am Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Regis to my friends."

"What are you doing here, Regis?"

The Higher Vampire couldn`t even answer, because Ciri approached him and gave him a hug. "Regis!" she cheered, then her face dropped. "We need your help."

The Vampire was looking around, like searching for somebody. "Something`s wrong? Tell me."

"According to Letho and Lambert, Geralt has gone missing..."

"Missing, you say? I was just looking for him, when I heard about the Wild Hunt."

"They are gone." Lambert sighed. "Fuck! If I only had followed Geralt..."

Regis looked around the Kaer Morhen courtyard. It was beautiful and spacious much like Geralt had described it to him.

"You can`t blame yourself." Regis stated. "Besides, how would you`ve known, what`s going to happen?"

Regis felt the urgent need to speak with Avallac`h, who had entered the fortress again.

*We need a plan.* he thought, following the elven Sage.

* * * * * * * * * * *

A gentle touch to his cheek woke Geralt up.

"Wha...who?"

"Quiet, Witcher..."

Another voice Geralt knew all too well, Imlerith. "This night will hurt you like nothing before..." the bald Elf grinned. Geralt could barely see him in the darkness.

Geralt moved his hands; to his surprise he was no longer chained up. Maybe, just maybe he could have a chance to escape. Out of this place, right. But then- where?

"Need to understand..."Imlerith seemed furious in this darkness. "we won`t let you go. You are too important to Eredin."

"Facing this unbearable fear like meeting an old friend..." Geralt begun to remember his time with the Hunt. He wished he didn`t. His body was in pain from Eredin`s torture, but Geralt had to run.

"Not a hero unless you die! Our species eat the wounded ones,"Geralt wasn`t moving, waiting for his chance. The General was standing in the middle of the small room, hands crossed over his chest.

"Drunk with the blood of your victims..."The Witcher put one foot to the floor, then another."
I do feel your pity-wanting pain,"Geralt knew, that the Elves didn`t see in the pitch blackness, like he did. "Lust for fame, a deadly game."

He reached for the door, an inch closer, another...

"Now where you think you`re going?" Imlerith`s voice stopped him. Geralt had to act quickly, he cast Aard and the General lost his balance. That short moment was enough for Geralt to open the door and trying to make his way out of that tower. Yes, round steps going down, this could take a while and Imlerith was chasing him.

"You got nowhere to hide, little Witcher!" Geralt could hear Imlerith`s voice behind him. "Give up, while you still can..."

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Geralt was almost at the entrance, when Imlerith grabbed his hair forcefully.

"I told you to give up." he stated bluntly.

" Fuck!"

Geralt sank to his knees. Not now, not the weakness again! And the pain...

The Witcher moaned as another wave of pain rushed through his body. He had overestimated his body this time. He felt as if he was on fire, his whole body aching.

"Can`t...move..."

Imlerith released his hair, trying to pick him up. The pain subsided, leaving Geralt even weaker, trembling.

"Get...away from...me..." he managed to whisper, his voice almost gone.

"You can`t even take one small step, can you? Don`t worry, I bring you back into the tower, little Witcher."

Geralt's mouth opened in a silent scream as something inside him broke.

Imlerith let him fall to the bed and covered him with a blanket. Geralt wasn`t responding, his eyes were open wide.

"All you all right?" the Elf asked.

Geralt sighed and closed his eyes.

"Witcher, look at me!"

He did, reluctantly, and Imlerith was struck by his vulnerability.

Imlerith sighed. "Me and Ge`els will take care of you until Eredin is away. "

"Thank...you..." Geralt stopped and looked away.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

"I might have a plan, how we can find, where Geralt is." Triss Merigold came out with an idea. Her, Regis and Avallac`h were sitting in the middle of Dandelion`s cabater "Chameleon".

"Yes?" asked Avallac`h. "How?"

"Does any of you have something, that belongs to Geralt?"

"I have the sring from his hair."announced Ciri quietly. She had appeared behind Triss. "Would it help?"

"We need to find a fountain, and nobody should follow us, especially the Witch Hunters!"

They found a fountain behind Passiflora and Ciri gave Triss Geralt`s string.

"What will you do now?" she asked.

"You`ll see. You just need to look into the water and tell me everything, that it shows! We can`t let anything go amiss."

Triss threw the string into the water. "Greame et dwyr! Rhobeir`me gelle a failte!" Triss said the magic words. "Greame et dwyr! Deagnis cair-lle ess pyr`shena a et cleytte!"

"I see Geralt..."Ciri looked at the image. "Eredin! The Wild Hunt..."

"This is bad."Avallac`h paced forth and back. "But at least we know, what happened to him. Did you see anything else, Zirael?"

"A castle, tower, Elves..."Ciri hesitated briefly. "And things I can`t describe."

"Tir na Lia."

Regis hadn`t said anothing until now. "How are we supposed to go there?"

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"I can`t believe, what Eredin`s done to you..." it was Ge`els, sitting next to Geralt.

"Believe it," the White Wolf said. His yellow eyes were narrowed in barely contained rage. "If I only could leave this realm..."

Ge`els nodded. "I might have an idea."

"Tell me, please!" Geralt demanded. "Will you help me?"

Ge`els shifted and stood up. "Let me see your injuries."

Geralt bit his lip and removed his shirt. Ge`els' gaze moved from the wounds to his eyes. "How did you get all these wounds?" He asked. "Did Eredin do this all?"

Geralt averted his eyes from Ge`els'. "Guess."

"I hate seeing you like that, Witcher." He touched the fresh wounds on Witcher`s back.

Geralt slowly opened his eyes. At the same time, pain returned to his body. "Don`t..."

Ge`els looked at him with warm eyes. "You don`t need to fear me. I hope you have it figured out already. But Sparrowhawk wants you to be his Consort."

Geralt's eyes grew wide in shock. "What?" He asked one more time, unable to believe what he just heard.

"I heard him and Caranthir arguing about it this morning. Caranthir was furious." Ge`els responded calmly.

"I can`t believe that!" The Witcher raised his voice. "Does he plan to hurt me like this forever?" He couldn't contain his anger and pain anymore.

"No. Just until you give up defying him." Ge`els looked irritated. "Eredin will be away several days. I`ll see, how well I can tend to your wounds first." He bent down and started washing blood off of Geralt`s scars and wounds. "A shame, leaving you here like this..."

Geralt fell silent. Why was Ge`els willing to help him? Wasn`t he the viceroy, Eredin`s second in command?

"After 2 days, a portal will open somewhere here and I shall bring you there, if your friends don`t come here first."

"But...why?"

"Don`t ask. I got my reasons, Witcher. Maybe one day I will tell you."

"Eredin will get angry. You know that!"

"Not if I cover my tracks..."

"I hate portals."

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"Geralt, wake up!"

"What...now?" the White Wolf opened his eyes. "Ge`els? What`s wrong?"

Eredin`s viceroy was standing next to Geralt`s bed, intense look in his eyes. "The portal is about to open. We must hurry!"

"I...hate portals!"

Nonetheless, the Witcher got dressed quickly. Ge`els handed him both of his swords.

"How did you find them?" Geralt couldn`t hide his surprise.

"As Sparrowhawk`s viceroy I have access everywhere." Ge`els smiled.

"Thank you."As they hurried downstairs, Geralt stopped Ge`els. "Tell me again, why are you helping me?"

"I don`t like, what Eredin did to you. I have no ill feelings towards you, Gwynbleidd. You must know that."

"You should meet Avallac`h, he`s with my friends. I guess they went to Novigrad after I got kidnapped." Ge`els didn`t say anything, but lead Geralt to the portal.

Then, he took a hold on Geralt`s shoulders. "Let`s go."

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"We must hurry."Avallac`h opened the door of a cellar, where the supposed portal was about to open, as he had stated. Regis rolled his eyes, but followed him.

"Do you see anything?" he asked, when they were inside, looking around. He could hear something buzzing or humming somewhere, but he couldn`t find the source.

"Behind that wall. Can you hear it?" Avallac`h put his ear against the brick wall, nodding. "We must break it down."

"Step aside!" Regis ordered. "I`m going to demolish that wall."

Regis` nails grew, even his face changed somehow. He became paler, also stronger. He hit the wall with his claws once, twice... again, when finally it came crushing down.

"Can we go now?" he looked at the glowing portal.

"Wait!" the Elven Sage stopped him abruptly. "I feel, that something or someone is about to come through?"

"What? Through the same portal?"

"Yes..."Avallac`h sounded scared a bit. He didn`t exactly know, what or who was coming through.

"Maybe we should step back?" offered Regis.

The Elf nodded and pulled the Vampire away, into the far, dark corner.

The fuming sound became stronger, then stopped and 2 figures came through. One of them fell to his knees, panting heavily. The other wasn`t moving at all.

"Are you alright, Gwynbleidd?" Ge`els put his arm around Geralt`s shoulder, trying to make him stand. Geralt refused, he was feeling too ill and weak.

"Where are we?" asked Geralt, looking around, then he fixed his eyes to where Regis and Avallac`h were hiding. "I guess, we got company..."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I hate portals..."

Ge`els turned to look, where Geralt aimed and he sighed in slight relief. One of the persons he saw, was Avallac`h, the other was unknown to him. When he turned his attention back to the White Wolf, the Witcher had already slipped into unconsciousness.

"Come on,"Ge`els called. "Help me!"

Regis hurried to him. "Will Geralt be okay?"

"Only time will tell. He`s been through Hell and back..."

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"Regis? What are you doing here?" Geralt was in one of the rooms Dandelion had freed for them all, the best room was left for him.

"Happened there just after you disappeared, Geralt." Regis smiled. "Care to tell me, what happened?"

Geralt shook his head slowly, closing his yellow eyes. His hands grabbed the blanket and Regis saw a tear sliding down on his cheek. This must have been really bad.

"You can tell me, Geralt..."Regis insisted, covering his hand with his own. He grasped one of Geralt's hands, tracing the thick fingers with his thumb. Swallowing hard, he met Geralt's eyes.

"It was Eredin..." Geralt was silent for a moment. "I was tied up, unable to fight him..."he said slowly."He tortured me. I couldn`t resist him, when he..."

Regis nodded. "You don`t have to go into the details, my friend. I fully understand."

Regis lifted Geralt's chin, brushing a finger across his cheek. "You have gone through a lot..."

"I`m unable to..."

"Is there something you want to say?"Softly asked, deceptively simple. "Have you found someone and feel bad because of what was done to you?"

Geralt could only nod.

"Will you enlighten your old friend?"

Geralt gave him a weak smile. "I resqued him on Skellige, he was almost frozen solid.... a Higher Vampire." then sighed and shook his head." He later saved my life, when a Leshen almost killed me. He was reading my mind and I`m his. Can you believe that?"

"You and this Vampire are bonded." Regis remarked calmly." How does he look like? Surely slim, blonde..."

Geralt was quiet for a long time, smiling at him warmly. "No. He has black hair, almost to his shoulders, a bit grey on the sides. When I first saw him on his full strength, I was afraid for just a short time... his black coat and the brooch on it. It was funny brooch- just like a moth, even it`s wings seemed to move...I just wish I could look him in the eyes again!"

Regis didn`t say anything, but Geralt saw a happy smile on his pale face.

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"Tell me, Regis, how came you and Avallac`h found the portal?"

Regis stretched his shoulders slightly, then turned to Geralt. " He said, he knows, where it is. We were about to enter it, then you and the other Elf appeared."

"So you were about to come to Tir na Lia?" The Witcher couldn`t believe it. "How did you know, that I was there? That Elf is Eredin`s viceroy Ge`els."

"Triss and Ciri managed to locate you. I don`t understand much about sorceresses and magic, but they saw your reflection in a well."

"What?" Geralt wanted to stand up from the bed. "Exactly how much did Ciri saw?"

"I`m afraid, that she saw everything." Regis` face was concerned. He pushed Geralt back onto the bed. "She seemed very disturbed, that I can say."

"Fuck..." Geralt`s hands turned into fists, then relaxed again. "Do you know, what Eredin wanted me to do? He wanted me to perform the Trial of Grasses to every member of the Wild Hunt. Literally to turn them all to be like Witchers!"

Regis` eyes narrowed. "But this didn`t happen, because Ge`els helped you out, am I right?"

Geralt nodded. "I`m thinking, that he hunted Ciri only to get me to move and catch me. Which he succeeded. My priority is to protect Ciri, so it`s impossible not to help. Eredin is no fool."

A crow flew in and came to sit near Regis. The Vampire scratched the black bird gently, then told it something. The crow made a sound and flew outside again.

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Ciri was waiting on the balcony, when Geralt and Regis walked in. Ge`els and Avallac`h talked with oneiromancer Corinne Tilly about something.

She turned around and hugged Geralt. The Witcher embranced her, then stepped back.

"You`re healed!" Ciri smiled. "I was so worried!" then she become serious once again. "What Eredin did...that was horrible..."

Geralt looked helplessly at Regis, who shook his head. "I don`t want to talk about this..."

Ge`els turned to Geralt. "The proof you promised, where is it? Can this lady here help us?"

"You will see it."Avallac`h stood up. "In your dreams."

"Oh yes, she should be the oneiromancer. Visions, that cannot be fabricated. Do you wish to show me how Eredin murdered our King?" Ge`els sounded hesitant. He looked at Ciri and Geralt. "What then? Am I to incite the Aen Elle against Eredin? Call for revolution and proclaim Avallac`h our new King?"

"You`ll do what you want." The Witcher grossed his arms. "If you decide to continue serving the regicide, so be it. Though I would be disappointed in you..."

Ge`els looked down. Then eyed Geralt again. "Very well. Have the oracle summon dreams of my King`s last moments."

"We shall all dream them."Avallac`hmoved next to Corinne Tilly. "To make certain there are no misunderstandings."

"Why not..."

Avallac`h touched Corinne`s head, while her eyes closed slowly.

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The King of Aen Elle, Auberon Muircetach was sitting on his throne, a vial in his hand. The vial fell to the floor from his lifeless hand. Dead... Lifeless... poisoned...

A shadow standing in the darkness, inching closer. Eredin, picking the vial up, grinning evilly. "The King is dead. Long live the King."

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Geralt woke up, panting, drenched in sweat, heart pounding with adrenaline and fear. He was sitting on the couch, everybody else around him was ending their dream also slowly. Ge`els had been the first one to wake up, he was standing on the balcony, head down. Sad, yet relieved somehow.

Without turning around, he begun to speak, voice low. "You must face him on your terms, in this world, in a place of your choosing. It`s your only chance. Sail to Skellige and find the Sunstone. With it, you will summon the Naglfar. Eredin will come, too. " He then turned around, facing everybody. "Should he call for reinforcements, no Aen Elle will answer. "

Regis smiled, baring his fangs. "You have done the thing most just."

Avallac`h bowed to Ge`els. "A new portal to Tir na Lia will open. I shall stabilize it, and you will return. Come with me." Ge`els and Avallac`h left the room.

Geralt sighed in relief. Ciri hugged him once again.

"We did it!" Ciri said, sitting down next to Corinne. "Ge`els isn`t that bad as I remembered him."

Geralt wasn`t so enthusiastic. "Well, he has changed, for better. I agree."

"What now?" asked Ciri, looking down to the dark streets of Novigrad.

"We must go to Undvik, but before it I shall find the Sunstone. It will lure Eredin into a trap, or so Avallac`h told me."

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The water was freezing, when Geralt came to the surface. With great difficulty, he`d maganed to free himself from dying Calanthir`s grasp. He`d almost drowned.

He climbed to the ice and knelt there, catching his breath. He was freezing.

"Gotta find Ciri and Eredin..."

A huge swarm of bats passed him. This was odd, Skellige isles never had any bats habitant there. Something was off.

A Garkain landed next to Geralt, but instead of attacking, the Vampire just stood there. As if waiting for something.

"You don`t smell good..."Geralt grinned. The Vampire had really bad body odor. The Witcher wasn`t sure, but he saw some Fleders flew by. The Garkain still didn`t move, only it`s eyes were darting back and forth.

Geralt took a look around- fog, bats, ice. And there, through the thick fog he could see Naglfar, Eredin`s ship.

Staggering forward through the mist, Geralt run into Udalryk, who helped Hjalmar. Hjalmar was wounded, but luckily not seriously.

"Geralt..."Hjalmar`s eyes widened. "I thought you`re dead..."

The Witcher looked around, the fog was clearing. There, next to Naglfar was Ciri, unconscious. To Geralt`s horror, a portal opened and two Wild Hunt warriors came through, but before they reached Ciri, another ship rammed into Naglfar, crushing the warriors on it`s way.

Geralt, almost out of breath and weak, tried to run, to get Ciri. He was too weak to run, he could barely move himself.

Ciri stood up, cluthing at her shoulder, which was bleeding.

"Ciri..."Geralt raised his hand. A flashing in the air and she teleported herself away. Geralt sighed in relief, he knew that she was safe.

The swarming of bats around the Naglfar caught his eye. A huge blackish-red cloud was amongst the bats, moving on separatedly, like it had a mind of it`s own.

It took little effort to climb onto the Naglfar, but there, Geralt stopped. The sight before him made the White Wolf feel both surprised and scared.

A huge Vampire with four hands and wings stood infront of Eredin, who was gravely injured and bleeding profusely. The King of the Wild Hunt tried to protect himself. His armor was torn into pieces, his wounds were bleeding. Blood was everywhere around him and the Vampire.

"I will kill you in the name of my justice !" the creature roared, raising one of it`s hands for final blow. "Only my justice !"

Crushing blow ended Eredin`s life. His body was in the pool of his own blood, defeated, crushed.

Geralt stepped closer silently. Something in this Vampire`s voice caught the Witcher`s attention. He knew that voice! This had to be Dettlaff, the Higher Vampire he had feelings for. How had he gotten there, on Naglfar?

"Dettlaff?" he asked. "Is that you?"

The Vampire turned around, covering his face. Geralt moved closer, cautiously. He took one of Dettlaff`s hands between his and pulled it against his cheek. "Dettlaff. It`s over..." The Vampire still didn`t respond. Geralt looked up and caught Dettlaff's gaze.

"I`m not afraid of you." Geralt continued. "I love you, Dettlaff!"

Dettlaff let out a moan and begun to change back to human-ish form.

"Geralt..."Dettlaff smiled, eyes flashing. A long moment passed, with a hungry stare hanging in the air between them. The Witcher snapped, surging forward to capture that fanged mouth with his own, tasting, exploring. It felt so right, so good, so perfect.

*My little Witcher.*

Geralt almost lost his balance. He struggled to regain his control, taking deep breaths. Dettlaff was there, catching him, pulling him against his chest.

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Geralt returned to consciousness slowly, first aware of the pain in his head and chest. Taking a deep breath was impossible; indeed, breathing shallowly was difficult. There was a tickle, a bothersome irritation in his lungs. He could feel...Could almost remember... The massive coughing attack brought him to full consciousness and he attempted instinctively to sit up to quell the fit. The result was agonizing. His mind went black, white stars streaking through his brain, blocking any outside thoughts.

Immediately Geralt was pushed back against the pillows.

"Shhhhh…" a voice hushed him. "Be still. It will pass."

Geralt attempted to speak, but found he could not. His chest continued to contract painfully; his throat felt raw.

Above him, Regis came blurrily into focus.

"Geralt, my friend," he said softly, leaning over the bed. "Welcome back."

Confusion in his eyes, Geralt lifted a weak arm, trying to reach his best friend.

"You should not move much,"Regis told him. "Me and Dettlaff were worried. Witchers are the worst patients."

Geralt furrowed his brow at the remark, then refocused his attention on his friend, eyes imploring. Regis looked him over for a full minute, relief in his deep eyes.

Standing up, Regis pulled a low chair over to the bed and sat down, at an easier angle for Geralt to look at him. "I'm so glad you've come back to us," Regis said, voice rough. He laid a warm hand on top of Geralt's in gentle support.

Geralt made an impatient noise which came out more like a hum. It got Regis' attention.

"Do you know where you are?"

"No..."

Geralt's eyes moved about the room, and he shook his head. It was a huge bedroom, but it had children`s toys in every corner. A puppet maker?

"We are is Toussaint. Me and Dettlaff moved you here, to heal. The house belongs to Dettlaff." Regis stopped, as if considering his words. He studied the Witcher silently, for so long that Geralt wondered if he would go on.

"Dettlaff killed Eredin. "Regis said finally. "Do you remember that?"

Geralt nodded. How could he not remember! Seeing Dettlaff in full monster form, it both scared and aroused him in some wierd way.

Regis continued. "When I found you both, you were unconscious and Dettlaff at the edge of despair. Not another living sould around you..."

Geralt closed his eyes, thinking. A pained looked crossed his face, but he shook his head.

"Did you see Ciri?"

"No." Regis said, sounding as if he were forcing the words out."I guess she`d teleported herself into safety. The Wild Hunt is dead."

"No, it isn`t..."he looked up at Regis. "There is still one left...Imlerith..."

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A moving nearby woke Geralt from his sleep. The room was dark and Dettlaff was at the far end of the room, pressed against the wall near the entrance of his bedchamber.

"Geralt..."the Higher Vampire whispered.

"Come here..." the Witcher's voice was low, pleading. "I missed you."

Dettlaff bit off a groan,"I missed you too, terribly."

He moved closer, so the White Wolf could reach him.

"I`m feeling better already. Sit here, will you?" Geralt made room for him. Dettlaff stayed where he was. Geralt sighed.

"Closer."

Dettlaff`s eyes were now on his mouth. Geralt felt a tingling at the base of his spine and licked his lips. Dettlaff was bending towards him and was almost close enough to touch him now.

"Closer, Dettlaff."

The Witcher could feel the pressure of Dettlaff's body against his thigh and shoulder now. Dettlaff was leaning into him, bending his face towards Geralt's neck and inhaling. And baring his long teeth.

"You smell so good..."

Geralt bent his head a bit, to bare his neck. "Take what you need."

The Witcher had the overwhelming urge to submit to it, and he arched his neck at the same time as he grasped Dettlaff's leather coat and pulled him in. Dettlaff met the flesh of Geralt's neck with his mouth open, already sucking. He mouthed under Geralt's ear and down the straining cords of his neck to its base, grunting, biting down, and then licked at his adam's apple. Small drops of blood fell onto Geralt`s chest.

The Witcher moaned and Dettlaff's attention snapped off his neck and to his mouth.

Dettlaff was leaning over him now, one hand moving up to slide into the hair at nape of his neck to cradle his head. The kiss began and remained open-mouthed, with Dettlaff's other hand slipping up to rest at Geralt's throat, using his thumb to press down on Geralt's chin to open his mouth further when he wanted deeper access.

Geralt was not sure how long the kissing went on, but he was melting backwards into the bed, slouching down in surrender to it. The kiss was long, hungry, messy and bloody, perfect. Then suddenly he was laying flat on his back and Dettlaff was spreading himself over him with determination. As more of Dettlaff's body came into contact with his own, Geralt realized that the Vampire was losing control.

"Slowly, please..."Geralt whispered, touching Dettlaff`s hair gently.

"I`m sorry,"Dettlaff murmured, kissing him again.

Geralt moaned and gave himself over to it. The kissing was really, really working for him.

Dettlaff was heavy and wasn't taking much of his weight on his arms, and between the pressure and the continuous necking, Geralt wasn't getting much time for breathing. Geralt writhed under the pressure of the big body, excited by his trapped and prone position.

He came into contact with Dettlaff's thigh and pressed himself against it, thrusting. Dettlaff groaned into his mouth and pushed one of his hands beneath Geralt and squeezed his buttocks, encouraging him closer. The Witcher moaned his approval.

Dettlaff's fingers were edging closer to Geralt's opening and Geralt tore his mouth away to say, "That's it, don`t hold back," suddenly frustrated that he was too entangled with Dettlaff to spread his legs and provide better access. Dettlaff's fingers pressed hard and the leather of Geralt's trousers gave a bit, allowing Dettlaff's fingers to come into contact with the heat of Geralt's clenching entrance. Thw Witcher gave a cry of pleasure and Dettlaff whispered brokenly, "Oh my... you want it, don't you?" And Geralt moaned again by way of a response.

He realized that something hot and hard was pressing into his hip and that it must be Dettlaff's erection. Geralt felt a little thrill of embarrassment and daring as he worked his hand between them and palmed it. When he made contact, Dettlaff made a little high-pitched sound in the back of his throat.

Geralt rubbed his palm along its length through the red velvet and Dettlaff shuddered above him, fingers pressing harder into Geralt's opening.

"I can`t force myself onto you, Geralt..."Dettlaff closed his eyes. "Not after what Eredin did to you."

They both stared at one another, breathing hard.

"You are not forcing,"the Witcher held him down. "I want this as much as you do!"

"Geralt," Dettlaff began, "are you su-"

The Witcher shot him a look.

"Listen, I might be frightened, or even feel uncomfortable, but that`s none of your fault. We must get over of it." He took Dettlaff`s huge hand. "Together."

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Geralt woke some time later to Regis and Dettlaff speaking to each other. Their voices got closer.

"Is Geralt still sleeping?"

Dettlaff 's voice now, deep and smooth," Geralt, me and Regis decided, that you need to be taken proper care of..."

"I`m not sure, that I like this idea of yours." Geralt mumbled into the pillow. He cracked open one eye and peered at the two Vampires standing at the foot of the bed. Lovely, both of them. They were both grinning amiably. Dettlaff's eyes sought his and they finished their slide into full dilation. The Witcher felt his breath quicken.

Regis came around the side of the bed,"How are you feeling?" His hands moved on Geralt`s buttocks, massaging him slowly.

Geralt grunted, still face down on the bed.

Dettlaff was breathing audibly now,"Regis my friend, I`d like you to umm...join us."

Regis smiled at that. "I think he needs some fingers, to help him relax. Don`t you think so, Dettlaff?"

Geralt heard a bottle snap open and Regis' hand returned to him and parted him wide.

A slick finger made contact with Geralt's tender opening, rubbing the oil into him in gentle circles.

Geralt gasped, "Fuck!" and Dettlaff spread his buttocks apart further.

Regis slowly withdrew his finger and Geralt's muscles clenched, struggling to keep him inside. He could feel every callous, every knuckle as Regis withdrew.

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"Try to relax, Geralt." Regis said in a low voice.

"He is still tense." Dettlaff panted.

Regis pushed a freshly coated finger back inside Geralt. "I see you bit him, Dettlaff..."

Dettlaff moaned,"I couldn`t stop myself."

"My, my," Regis groaned, moving his finger in and out now. Geralt was clenching his buttocks and thrusting into the bed, pulsing with arousal.

"I bet he tastes good, like fine wine..."Regis closed his eyes.

"Good, like the best wine I`ve even had... even better..."Dettlaff rasped.

"Let`s turn our little Witcher over, "Regis suggested, and Dettlaff moved off him and they rolled Geralt over.

For the first time, Geralt could fully see Dettlaff and Regis. They both were flushed and focused.

Dettlaff looked up at Regis, "Would you like to take him, Regis? I think he needs us both..."

Geralt groaned loudly.

Dettlaff got off the bed and began rapidly pulling off clothing. Regis started doing the same, both of them eyeing the other silently. Geralt stared at both of them as their bodies were revealed; nipples pointed and flushed, Dettlaff's smaller and rosier than Regis' darker pair. Regis' muscular flat and narrow waist, black hair trailing down from Dettlaff's bellybutton through the trough of v-shaped muscles on his abdomen. The dimples on Regis' flanks. Geralt gulped and reached down and pulled his knees up, exposing himself. Regis abandoned his undressing and crawled up on the bed, shirt and boots left on the floor and his trousers pulled down to reveal his pert buttocks and stiff penis.

"Oh," he said, eyeing Geralt's slick little anus. He rubbed a thumb over it. The bed dipped and they both looked over to see Dettlaff, completely naked, kneeling beside Regis with the bottle of oil in his hand. Dettlaff reached over and palmed Regis' cock with a oily hand, making Regis suck in a breath and his eyes roll back a bit. And then they were kissing, one of Regis' hands hooking behind Dettlaff's neck and pulling him closer.

Dettlaff pulled off of Regis' mouth and mouthed his ear. He grasped Regis' penis and guided it to Geralt's hole.

"Fuck him," he growled.

"Oh yes," Regis groaned, and he pushed forward, Dettlaff's hand holding him steady.

"Ugh! Fuuuck!" Geralt cried. He dimly heard Regis moaning over the roar of blood in his ears and his own shouts of pleasure.

Regis immediately laid into him with solid, hard thrusts, arms braced on the bed and face transformed with pleasure, fangs bared.

"He's tight, isn't he?" Dettlaff asked. "I was Geralt`s first, can you imgine..."

"Oh he`s so good," Regis agreed.

"Don`t hurt him..."

"Oh fuck it's so good..." Regis moaned.

Hearing Dettlaff talk about him that like that drove Geralt crazy and he grabbed his cock, moaning. A large hand covered his pumping fist and he looked up to see Dettlaff's pale face very close to his.

"Wait for me, little Witcher," he breathed, looking wild. "I want to be inside you when you come."

"Oh, oh, oooooh!" Regis jerked and came inside Geralt. He fell down next to the Witcher, panting heavily. Then he pulled out and rolled aside, closing his eyes.

Dettlaff was gone in an instant, appearing between Geralt's legs.

"You look so fucked," he said, entering Geralt without any difficulty.

Geralt gave a groan of pleasure as the thick head penetrated him. Regis had taken Dettlaff's place next to Geralt, and he stroked the long white hair off Geralt's forehead with a shaky hand. "Take it Wolf," he whispered. "Let him fuck you with that giant cock."

Geralt gasped and he felt his muscles give way a bit and Dettlaff slid all the way in to balls.

"Dettlaff!" Geralt moaned.

"I know," Dettlaff rasped, and he pulled out almost all the way and re-entered Geralt forcefully. The Witcher saw stars. Dettlaff began to thrust into him with wet squelching sounds, balls slapping against Geralt`s parted cheeks. Regis was staring at the point of penetration with wide eyes.

"You're stretched so wide Geralt," Regis murmured.

"It feels so good," Geralt gasped. Dettlaff began to move more quickly, rolling his hips forward in long strokes that had Geralt shaking all over. Regis' hand moved gently between their bodies and took Geralt in hand, gently rolling his foreskin up and down between his long fingers.

Dettlaff moaned, "You're so good little Witcher, so tight." He gave a particularly hard thrust that slid Geralt up further on the bed by several inches. Dettlaff growled and pulled him back down onto his cock, the angle just right to ram into Geralt's prostate. Geralt gave a shout and Regis squeezed his penis. The size of Dettlaff's sex made it *almost* impossible to take, the sensation skating that line between discomfort and intense pleasure that sent Geralt out of control with shameful speed.

Dettlaff fucked into him with another deep lunge and Regis chose that perfect moment to bite Geralt to the exact place where Dettlaff had marked him before.

Geralt came with a howl, all over Regis` hand and his vision went blissfully black.

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Geralt awoke as Dettlaff was pulling out of him, eyes heavy with satiation. Dettlaff crawled up beside Geralt and rolled him onto his side so that he could spoon up behind him. Regis turned on Geralt's other side so that he was pressed against the Witcher's front, chest to chest.

"I think, that Geralt`s not tense anymore,"Regis said cheekily. Behind him, Geralt heard Dettlaff give a rumbling chuckle.

"Fuck..."Geralt mumbled, a little embarrassed that he had passed out yet again. Regis stroked his hip gently and he could feel Dettlaff's breath on his neck. Geralt felt a rush of contentment. Really, it wasn't a bad way to heal and relax at all.

"We should eat something, soon."Regis commented.

Geralt 's stomach rumbled in agreement.

He looked up at Dettlaff`s eyes. They were pitch black.

"No relief?" Geralt asked, worried.

"It`s good now... but we should continue, sooner or later..."

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"You know, Geralt," Dettlaff stretched himself behind the Witcher, pulling him closer, "you should meet some people here."

The Witcher turned his head, smiling sleepily. "You have someone in mind?"

"Yeah, a lady here, Orianna, is hosting some masquerades. I`d like to have you as my company."

Geralt nodded. "I hope I`m not stepping into somekind of trouble."

"She is safe, believe me!" Dettlaff kissed Geralt`s neck, making the Witcher shiver.

"There`s something you`re not telling me, Dettlaff..."Geralt sighed, turning around to face him. "Tell me." he insisted, kissing Dettlaff`s cheek.

Dettlaff took a deep breath. "There might be more than one Vampire present. I suggest you to be very careful."

Geralt growled softly."Where`s Regis?"

A wet tongue licked along the beard. "He went to talk to Queen of the Night, his ex-lover."

The Witcher purred, green eyes flashing brightly. "That's nice. Hold me" he wiggled in tighter.

Dettlaff gently bit him. Another rumbling purr. Blunt nails gently raking thick nipples, teasing them.

"Geralt... stop teasing!" Dettlaff complained. He arched back nontheless.

Geralt`s lips kissed the strong throat. "You were the one to wake me up..." a strong hand reached down between them, squeezing a stiffening cock.

"Geralllthhhhhhhhhhh..." Dettlaff groaned, eyes shut.

The hot mouth found his again. "Mmmmm...." tongues pressed together.

The White Wolf slowly increased the pressure of his hand, a sliding stroke, while pushing his tongue against the back of Dettlaff's teeth.

Dettlaff twitched and strained underneath. The big body pushed up.

"Damn you" he hissed against the wet mouth. "Let...go of me."

Geralt pushed his own tight groin against Dettlaff's, sliding his erection alongside his pulling hand.

"Come on" he growled, pumping their erections hard. "Give me what you've got. You gonna talk...or do it!"

"Do it!" Dettlaff roared, slapping Geralt`s ass, wrapping long legs around. Lengthening nails raked the paler back, trailing fire. The Witcher arched at the touch. Howling with delight, they broke together, jacking and bucking. A flood of sticky warmth flowed between them.

Dettlaff bared long teeth. "Just give me five minutes, little Witcher..."

Geralt licked his tongue out. "I`m waiting..."

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The Mandragora was easy to found. Geralt just couldn`t miss a door having a symbol of two beasts with faces together and bodies connected, like a ring or something. Dettlaff and Regis were already waiting for Geralt at the entrance.

"Interesting symbol."Geralt thought, then turned to his friends.

"I don`t have a good feeling about this..."muttered the Witcher, following the Higher Vampires.

A pale, red haired young man, possibly also a Vampire, greeted the trio. "Monsieurs! An extraordinary pleasure to welcome you to the Mandragora`s soiree."

Regis smiled, baring his teeth. "We`re here for Orianna."

"You are her friends, I assume?" the man asked. "She`s inside, talking to our beloved duchessa Anna Henrietta."

"Perhaps you can tell us, where we find them?" Dettlaff asked, losing his patience.

"Hmm... I guess the ladies are on the balcony, enjoying the Sangreal."

The red head opened the gate, letting them in. The whole time Geralt hadn`t said anything at all.

"You are unusually quiet." Regis remarked. "Is something wrong, my ...friend?"

"I`m not sure." Geralt looked around. "Seems to be a nice place. You mentioned, that mostly Vampires come here?"

Dettlaff nodded. "Very often. I can see at least three other Vampires. Keep your eyes open, little Witcher."

Geralt nodded. "One can never be too careful."

Regis put a hand on Geralt`s shoulders. "Wise of you to hide the swords. It would`ve drawn too much attention otherwise."

Dettlaff watched him in amusement. "We make a lovely trio. Should we go up, to meet the host of the party?"

Regis nodded. "Let`s go. We don`t want to let ladies wait for us, do we?"

Geralt smiled at him faintly. He had a feeling, that someone was watching him. The Witcher looked ariund, but saw nothing suspicious.

The odor of wine was pungent.

When they reached the balcony, two beautiful women were having a discussion. Geralt knew one of them, duchessa Anna Henrietta. The other woman, a ginger, was very pale. Eerie and unnatural, beyond skin. Like a Vampire, Geralt thought.

"Regis!" Anna Henrietta stood up, hugging the Vampire. "How nice to see you!" then she saw Geralt. "And you, master Witcher. And your friend is...?"

"Dettlaff van der Eretein."

"Regis, you`re in a company of the Witcher?" the ginger lady, Orianna, asked, surprise in her voice. She stared at Geralt.

"He`s my best...friend." Regis smiled openly. "Him and Dettlaff here are like family to me."

"Geralt, how are you feeling?" Anna Henrietta asked.

The White Wolf was pale. Gritting his teeth, he pulled a sharp knife out of his shoulder. He was shivering. "I'll be fine, if I can have a potion or two..."

Dettlaff found the Swallow from one of the Geralt`s pockets, and handed it to him.

"Feeling better? You`re bleeding..."

"Well, I am a little tired..." The Witcher stood shakily, almost falling over.

"Geralt!" Dettlaff leaped to his feet, catching him. Regis was there on the same moment. "Huhh" Geralt slumped into him. Regis steadied him.

Together they helped Geralt to sit and relax.

"That`s not good."Dettlaff commented, cleaning the wound. "Someone is targeting him...us."

"Who?" Regis wanted to know.

Dettlaff laid Geralt down gently on huge chair. He stroked the damp forehead.

Orianna had been quiet the whole time. Now she moved closer.

"How are you holding up..." Dettlaff said softly, eyes darkening.

"I`m fine." Yellow eyes flickered. "It just hurts, that`s all."

"Shh. Be at ease" Regis touched his head between the brows. The Witcher leaned back, eyes closed.

"I`m thinking...that my blood...will lure every Vampire here..."

Regis settled back on the nearby couch. He sighed. "I'm going below. Gonna find out, who attacked you." He looked at Dettlaff. "Stay with him."

Author`s note: Listen to (5) The Witcher 3: Blood and Wine - The Mandragora Extended - YouTube and imagine the atmospehere.

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"Why is it so cold here?" Geralt asked, shivering. "Am I the only one, who can feel it?"

Dettlaff shook his head. "No...I can feel it too." He took a huge sip of Sangreal, grinned and then took another sip.

Regis nodded.

"Something is wrong."Geralt stood a bit shakily up, Regis helped him. "My guess is, that someone from the Red Riders survived..."

"And he made his way to Toussaint?" asked Orianna quietly, covering her shoulders with a cape. "It`s impossible!"

"Then tell me, where did the Frost came from?" Geralt retorted, grabbing his steel sword tightly in hand. "I don`t recall Toussaint having any frost or snow of any kind..."

Orianna shook her shoulders. "I guess, you`re right, master Witcher..."

"Where is Anna Henrietta?" asked Geralt. "We should protect her."

"She`s with her cousin, Fringilla Vigo."

"When did she arrive?"

"I have no idea."Orianna answered. "My guard has gone missing..."

"What?" Geralt begun to grow nervous, though he tried to be calm. "How?"

"I have no idea..."

Geralt sniffed the bloody knife, his eyes narrowed. "This smell is kinda familiar..."

Regis and Geralt shared a gaze, then both went down from the balcony, Geralt trying to track the scent down.

"Have you seen any child-vampires here lately, Regis?"

"No. Why you ask?"

"When me and Dettlaff were on Skellige, I saw 2 of them, attacking some villagers. The knife smells like them, except my blood."

"I see..."Regis sounded concerned. "So according to this, one of them threw the knife at you, while remaining hidden?"

The White Wolf nodded.

"Do you smell anything, Regis?"

The Higher Vampire shook his head. "No. The smell of your blood hides every other scent."

"Shame."Geralt bit his lip. The wound was itching slightly. "I guess I have to follow my Witcher senses then."

The faint odor led Geralt out from Mandragora, to the dark streets of Beauclair. Regis wanted to follow him, but the Witcher thought, that he should stay with Orianna and her guests. Regis agreed, though he wasn`t happy about it.

When Geralt went around the nearest corner, the Vampire sent a crow to follow him. Just in case.

Geralt walked around the corner, gently checking the healing wound on his shoulder. He expetced to see someone, maybe even the Vampire he`d set on fire, when he was on Skellige.

He wasn't disappointed. A shifting mist curled around him, coalescing into a human-like form.

"Witcher..."came the unearthy voice. Geralt stopped, casting Quen shield.

Khagmar stalked slowly towards Geralt, his eyes roaming over the white-haired man.

Geralt felt his skin heat under the intense gaze. "What do you want?" The shield was no use against Vampires.

Khagmar licked a finger, then traced it along Geralt's collarbone.

"Your blood smells so good. Can you imagine, how a Vampire can feel, when someone is bleeding nearby?" He grinned, baring his sharp teeth. "You cant..."

Hands clutched in the long hair. "Get off or I`m forced to fight you!"

Geralt spun, staring at Khagmar. The Vampire returned a look of triumph.

Geralt grabbed his silver sword just on the right time. The Vampire lunged at him with a snarl. The Witcher kicked him in the stomach, knocking him over for a moment. Empty wine bottles flew in the air. Khagmar stood up, long claws moving against the wall nearby.

He was angry. He attacked again, Geralt jumped aside, barely avoiding him.

A thick cloud of fog hide Khagmar from him. Only two bats were swaying in the air.

Geralt couldn't see the Vampire, he was suddenly gone. "Fuck!"

Khagmar tried to leave quietly, the Witcher was very strong despite his injury. A black haired man in leather coat and red velvet blocked his way.

If anything, this Vampire seemed disinterested in the calamity. He looked down at Khagmar. It was Dettlaff. He was half-drunk, yet agressive.

"Leavin' the fight I see, Khagmar. Whassamatter, can't hang?"

"You..."Khagmar gasped. "Didn`t I leave you behind already?"

"Nuh-uh. We meet again. You stay away from my mate! You hear!"

Khagmar staggered to his feet. "Your mate? Are you crazy?"

The other Vampire shrugged. " You keep your distance or we`ll lock you up."

Khagmar stared, stunned. "But..."

Dettlaff`s eyes blazed ferally. "Leave!"

"You wish!"

Dettlaff stepped so close, that he could smell the other Vampire. They stared at each other, neither wanting to break the eye contact first.

Khagmar bared his teeth again. "You can`t watch him forever, Dettlaff!"

"Yes I can!"

"What about....what was her name...? Rhenawedd- the girl you met and who disappeared?" Khagmar had cruel smile on his face. "Not going to look for her?"

He circled around Dettlaff slowly, trying to catch his gaze. "Not going to tell your mutant lover about your little affair?"

"Stay out of this! Or..."

"Or what?"

"Leave Geralt out of this!"

"We`ll see!" Khagmar turned into black smoke and vanished.

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"Did you find the assailant?" asked Regis, when Geralt returned to Mandragora.

"Yes. But he fled." Geralt looked around, then sat next to Regis. "I had a short fight with that Vampire, yet he decided to turn into smoke and vanish."

Regis nodded thoughtfully. He inched closer, so close that he could feel Geralt`s breath on his neck.

The Witcher let his head rest on Regis` shoulder and took a deep breath. "I met the Vampire once before, on Skellige..."

"Oh?" Regis seemed interested. "You haven`t told me much about your time on the Isles. All I know is, that you found Ciri and met Dettlaff." he touched Geralt`s neck gently. "Would you like to tell me more?"

Geralt shivered, but didn't answer.

Regis continued to simply look at him, smiling gently. "You know, you can always trust me, Geralt..."

Regis' tone was so calm, the Witcher thought admiringly, so reasonable, as always. He said nothing, simply continuing to look at Regis.

"Geralt?"

Ah, now that one word held a bit of ...could it be irritation? Geralt considered this, analyzing the tone critically. Yes, very faint, but definitely irritation. He simply continued to look at Regis.

"The attacker... Khagmar, wanted to kill me, I guess. Dettlaff stopped him and I used Igni to make him leave. Now he is back."

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Dettlaff opened the door to the tower, where Khagmar had led him.

"Is that you?" the black haired short woman hurried to greet him. "I can't... tell if I'm dreaming.."

The Higher Vampire stood motionless, confused, angry.

"Call my name..."she whispered, moving really close to Dettlaff. The Vampire could smell her odor, but still he gave no reaction. "Come to me..."

She reached with her tiny, child-like hand towards Dettlaff. "Feels like I'm...missing and broken..."

Dettlaff grabbed at her shoulders, forcing Syanna to stop moving.

He grabbed at her chin, forcing Syanna to look at her. "What do you want from me? How...how did you get here? Why?"

"You know me. I`d never let anyone to hurt me. I waited for you to come."

Syanna pulled Dettlaff closer to kiss him, but was stopped by Regis and Geralt coming into her room. Dettlaff sighed, pain in his eyes and stepped away from Syanna. Geralt`s eyes widened at the sight, but he gave no reaction otherwise.

The banisched woman was confused, but regained her composure quickly.

"What`s this all about?" she asked angrily.

Regis looked at Syanna, then to Dettlaff who was covering his face and then to Geralt. "Is she Anna Henrietta`s sister?"

"She had to be in that particular tower...very one we`re right now. Which incidentally, looks nothing like a prison cell."

Regis nodded, looking around. "I see Khagmar`s possessions here also. Looks like they were planning something....evil."

"What`s your point?" asked Syanna, who had moved next to Dettlaff again.

"Giving you one chance, to tell us everything- by yourself." Geralt wasn`t even angry, just tired and annoyed. If it wasn`t for Regis, he would`ve left the tower at that very moment. Dettlaff had to make up his mind, alone.

"I`ve nothing to tell."

"Really?" asked Geralt, crossing his hands on his chest, eyes half-closed. "Who sent Khagmar after me? Why here, why now?"

"Witcher, what is this?" asked Dettlaff in low voice.

"Sorry Dettlaff, but a special *someone* sent Khagmar to kill me- which Khagmar failed and then he lured you here."

Regis nodded. "Sounds like a plan to me."

Geralt nodded, moving away from Dettlaff and Syanna, to stand next to Regis.

"Dettlaff, please..."Regis wanted to stop Dettlaff, to talk to him. "Geralt is right. Something is wrong here!"

"Never was any abduction,"Geralt continued with the same, emotionless voice. "She faked it to be able to control you and separate us. "

"You lie!" screamed Syanna. "You know nothing about Dettlaff! You`re just a Witcher, emotionless mutant."

"Let...him speak." Dettlaff was on the edge; he either wanted to attack someone or turn into the smoke and leave. The choice was made before he even could react.

"I`m glad we didn`t do the bonding ritual...yet."Geralt`s voice broke as he turned around and left the tower, Regis following him shortly.

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"Look, Regis,"Geralt was sitting on a tree thump in the middle of a cemetery. "Dettlaff has to make up his mind and I...I need a new place for living."

"I understand."Regis hugged him. Geralt relaxed in his arms, feeling safe and loved. "May I join you?"

The White Wolf nodded. "If you didn`t offer joining me, I would`ve asked you." then his voice turned serious, even sad. "Syanna is right. I don`t know Dettlaff at all..."

"You might not know him so well, but you have the connection between yourselves, like me and you. That means something. We, Higher Vampires don`t form bonds with simply anyone. You are special, never forget that, Wolf."

*Geralt...*

The White Wolf bit his lip, Dettlaff was speaking to him through the bond. He wasn`t sure about answering, because he was now unsure about Dettlaff`s true feelings towards him.

*Geralt...*

*No.* The Witcher answered mentally. *I will not disturb either you or Anna Henrietta`s sister!*

Regis was quiet, now his gaze was serene. "Dettlaff spoke to you. I could hear it, too."

"You did?"

"Yeesss... as I told you before, all three of us share that bond. Dettlaff must be re-thinking his actions."

"I...I don`t want to talk about it now."

Regis nodded. He understood Geralt perfectly. He, too, wasn`t very happy about Dettlaff`s behavior.

"You know, dear,"Geralt put his hand on Regis` shoulder, changing the subjects, "The Duchessa offered me the Corvo Bianco estate. But on one condition."

"What`s that?"

"I have to find out, what...or who is causing this frost in Toussaint."

"Do you have some ideas?" Regis sounded interested. "You speak like you do."

"You are smart. But you surely know that." The Witcher smiled. "Usually the cause of this frost is either a lonely Wild Hunt Hound or a General, who survived. In this case I think, that we...or I got both problems."

"Is there something I can do to help you?"

Geralt looked at a crow, who had appeared nearby. "Maybe your feathery friends could track down the whereabouts of the troublemakers?"

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"We knew, that to summon you here was a great idea!" Duchess Anna Henrietta was eyeing Geralt, who bowed to her.

"And I`m truly....umm...honored."answered the Witcher. "You summoned me here...why, Your Grace?"

The beautiful woman sighed, narrowing her blue eyes. "The mysterious frost, that appeared from nowhere. I need you to investigate and get rid of it, Witcher."

Her dirty blonde hair were like oreol around her tiny face, making her look even younger, than she actually was.

"Also do you have any news about my sister, Syanna?"

Geralt didn`t answer quickly, he tried to find the nicest way to inform the Duchess.

"Your Grace, I know about her whereabouts, but there is a problem. I might have to solve that aswell."

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"Tell me what you want to do?" Syanna tried to block Dettlaff from leaving, leaning against the door. "You want to bite me?"

The Higher Vampire made no movement, he only bared his sharp fangs.

"You can`t keep me here with your lies."Dettlaff snarled. "Are you blind? Or just ignoring me?"

The brunette woman looked at him defiantly, small hands turned to fists. "Is that what you want? To leave and be...with him?!"

Dettlaff came dangerously close to her, so he could smell Syanna`s fear and frustration. He straightened, frowning. "Reality is knocking at your door, Rhenawedd or Syanna or what your name is... I`m leaving you behind."

He turned into a cloud of dark smoke and vanished through the nearest window, leaving angry Syanna standing against the closed door.

Syanna blinked.

"Damn!" she screamed in pure frustration. "Why can`t even just one of my little plans succeed?"

"Looks to me, like we got problems." Khagmar commented with a wry grin, "Dettlaff isn`t useful to us anymore and that Witcher is still dangerous."

"Like that was my fault!" Syanna sniped back. "I want you to get rid of that Witcher once and for all. Kill him, if you have to!"

Khagmar chuckled and moved towards the door. "With pleasure." With a puff of smoke, he was gone.

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"How do I get here to sleep?" Geralt twisted on the bed, his face lightly sprayed with sweat.

"Can you hear me, Witcher? I'm coming..."

"Where am I? Who are you?" he gasped, reaching for the voice he was hearing.

"Who do you think I am?"

Geralt couldn`t give an answer, not even in his dreams.

"Come. Come with me, for me...Come to me..."

Geralt slid off the bed.

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Regis woke.

He instantly pinpointed the sound that had drawn his attention and pulled him from sleep - a soft, persistent scrabbling sound. It came nearby, from the master bedroom, where Geralt was sleeping. But as Regis could see, Geralt was walking, eyes closed, somewhere.

The Witcher was sleepwalking.

A brief sound, almost a hiss, from outside dragged Regis' mind away from the dilemma of waking Geralt or not. He looked out of the window hesitantly. For a moment, he believed he saw a shadow skittle across the far edge of the small verandah, but as he kept watching, the movement was not repeated.

*Probably a Garkain...*Regis thought. But Garkain in Corvo Bianco? While Regis had never heard one hiss before, he figured there was first for everything.

Why had Geralt opened the main door? A soft sound from somewhere made Regis stop and look around.

The soft sound came again, almost a cry. Coming from Geralt's bedroom. Moving before he thought, Regis stopped outside the Witcher's door. The soft sound came again, a moan. And another sound, a soft sucking sound.

That was odd.

Thoroughly bewildered, Regis moved into Geralt's room.

More so than his had been, the master bedroom was drenched in moonlight, bright and silver. It illuminated the room clearly, the White Wolf silhouetted, laying sideways on the bed, hands weakly gripping the coverlet, a silhouette on top of him, kissing his neck, stroking his face.

Regis could not suppress the soft gasp. Who? How?

Regis slowly became aware that something was not right. Geralt lay still, barely moving, though moaning softly as the stranger kissed him. But he had not moved from his neck, and those strange sucking sounds continued.

It was Khagmar, the hostile Higher Vampire, who had encountered Geralt on Skellige!

He shifted slightly, and Geralt cried out again.

He tipped his head to the side, eyes falling on Regis, but obviously sightless as Geralt didn't register his presence. The attacker pulled him up, drawing him into an embrace, never moving his lips from Geralt`s neck. Witcher's head fell back, his eyes closed.

Without making any sound, Regis attacked the other Vampire, pulling him away from Geralt.

Geralt fell back on the bed as he released him, not moving.

Khagmar leapt backwards, snarling viciously. Regis maneuvered him closer to the main door, wanting him out from their home.

Regis` long claws wounded Khagmar`s shoulder. There was a hideous screech as Khagmar was forced to back away from Geralt`s room.

The Vampire screeched again, a piercing, drawn out scream, before hissing spitefully at the protecting Vampire. The screech would knock off the Witcher, but it didn`t help against another Higher Vampire.

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Geralt lay inert on the bed, semi conscious and moaning. Blood still flowed from the gash on his throat, and Regis quickly applied himself to healing it.

A cloud of smoke appeared next to him and Dettlaff transformed slowly.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Khagmar." Regis casted him a worried gaze. "So, you finally made up your mind?"

"I had nothing with Syanna! You both gotta believe me!"

"Geralt? Can you hear me?" Regis touched the Witcher`s cold cheek.

Soft groans were his only response, Geralt slowly opened his yellow eyes.

"Regis.... Dett...laff..."

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"You want me to believe, that Duchess` sister didn`t mean anything to you?" asked Regis, eyeing Dettlaff suspiciously. The black-haired Vampire was feeling uncomfortable under his friend`s piercing gaze.

"That`s the truth, Regis. I swear!"

"I want to believe you, my friend. But you have to explain it to our little Witcher aswell!"

"What happened to him?"

"Khagmar."

"That son of a bitch!"Dettlaff bared his fangs in anger.

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Geralt groaned as the headache and weakness made itself known. It started as a soft pulse in his temples, easily ignored at first, allowing him to remain in his almost sleeping state. But then it made its was to his forehead and it was there that the pain bloomed, a crimson surge.

His hands instinctively came up to touch his face, only to find another hand already there. Cautiously lifting one eyelid, the Witcher blinked.

"Dettlaff..."

He was shocked to find his own voice rough with exhaustion. He blinked again, wincing against the headache and nausea, that rosed with the resurgence of pain.

Dettlaff's hand slid up from his cheek to his forehead, gently trying to soothe away the pain, bringing it down to a tolerable level. Absently catching the hand and holding it in both his own, Geralt studied Dettlaff's features in surprise.

The Higher Vampire was crying.

"What happened?" Geralt managed through his parched throat.

"You were attacked in your sleep, my little Witcher..."

Geralt stared at him blankly for a second, then suddenly stiffened.

"The voice in my head..."

Dettlaff was forced to grab him and pin him down as Geralt surged up off the bed.

"Regis!"

"Regis is fine, he got you here before I arrived."

Geralt sighed in relief. "You...came back..."

*My little beloved Witcher, I couldn`t stay away.*

Geralt nodded weakly. Dettlaff bowed down to kiss his forehead.

*l love you, Geralt.*

Dettlaff undressed and climbed onto the bed, next to the Witcher. The Vampire crouched over the White Wolf, grinning. Wet tongue laced along a pale chest, teasing plump peaks.

Geralt writhed and gasped, eyes shut."Dettlaff...please... you`re teasing me!"

Dettlaff cupped the rounded pecs, suckling them mercilessly."You taste so good! I`d like to bite you..."he slopped noisily on pale nipples.

Fire danced across Geralt's chest, racing down a clenching stomach. His groin tightened. He arched, moaning loudly.

"Dettlaff, more!!" clutching the Vampire`s head mindlessly, seeking more stimulation.

*His chest is so sensitive.*Dettlaff smiled by himself.* I can make him come only by touching it.*

As if in answer to his thought, something poked him in the stomach. Dettlaff refused to touch the swollen shaft, still concentrating on the peaking nipples. Lapping the space between pecs. Short nails raked his back as Geralt continued to wiggle and strain from the sensual onslaught.

"Ooohhh...please, Dettlaff!!" he shouted, pushing up. The Vampire thumbed the thick navel, pulling on it faster and faster, sucking and biting the moist buttons, gently raking nails across the taught stomach. Face flushed, eyes rolling back through lashes.

*What a sight...* Dettlaff thought vaguely as his own body raced with heat. He stretched out lengthwise against the Witcher. Sensually sliding their chests together, rubbing nipples with prickly heat. Geralt clutched him closer, bouncing up. A tight groin leaked growing wetness between them.

Dettlaff gasped, biting down on the silky neck. The Witcher cried out, spewing a flood of thick heat, legs wrapping around strong hips. Groaning, Dettlaff jerked in response, heaving and firing wetly between them. Flame danced behind their eyes briefly as they wracked.

"My little Witcher." Dettlaff murmured softly, as they collapsed into unconsciousness.

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Geralt opened his eyes slowly. His vision was obscured by a mass of black hair. Pushing it aside, he pecked a kiss on the strong jawline. "Love you."

Dettlaff turned his head, smiling with a glow. "Love you too. I thought you'd never stop sleeping."

Geralt licked his lips. "Did I mention" he said huskily,"how good you are at pleasuring me?"

Toothy grin. "I thought I'd try something different. You seemed to enjoy that."

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"You smell good, Syanna."Khagmar panted, eyes lidded. "Want you..."

"Take it easy, Khagmar!" Syanna smiled at him wickedly. Khagmar pressed his body against the beautiful woman, inhaling her scent.

The Vampire gave a toothy grin. "You are wearing too many clothes, dear."

The brunette reached down, massaging the bulge. It grew even stiffer.

"Gaaaghk! Hurry" Khagmar gasped.

"Quiet" Syanna hissed. "You want everybody to hear?"

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Syanna had the most wicked smile of her face. "Why, what's wrong? Does this hurt?" She pulled on the root, hard.

Khagmar arched against the wall, stifling a scream.

"I swear, I should...."

The hot mouth was on him, pulling with tight heat. Syanna swallowed him whole, then let him go.

Khagmar hissed in pleasure, eyes shut. He curled and swayed against the wall as Syanna deep throated him.

Hot blue eyes looked up as she worked it.

Deep brown eyes, slitted, looked down. "Yesss!!"Khagmar grated harshly. He touched Syanna's forehead.

"What`s this?!!" an unexpected voice made them both stop. "I was almost sure, that you had something going on between both of you..."

It was Dettlaff, standing on the doorway. His voice was unnaturally cold.

Syanna didn`t dare to stand up, she covered her face. Khagmar bared his fangs in anger. "You!"

Dettlaff nodded, eyes flashing. "So, it was all your plan? Getting rid of Geralt..."

"Fuck you!" hissed Syanna. "We wanted to kill that Witcher!!"

"Shut up, Syanna." Khagmar tried to stop the angry woman from speaking, but it was no use.

"I fucking wanted to blame it on you and that other Vampire, Reg-something!"

"Syanna, you stupid wench, you ruined everything!" Khagmar yelled in anger and frustration. He didn`t notice a cloud of dark smoke appearing near the window, blocking his way out.

"Why Geralt?" asked Dettlaff. "What has he ever done to you?"

Syanna frowned at Dettlaff. "Because he is a damn mutant Witcher and Vampires just cannot bond with them! You ruined everything by refusing to be with me and all I wanted was revenge!"

"I never loved you, Syanna." Dettlaff sighed. "I just wanted to help you. Geralt is the one I love truly, deeply. I will consumate the bond with him, no matter what you think." Mentally he added. *I really hope, that the Unseen will agree to let us three bond on our conditions...*

Khagmar raised an eyebrow."The Unseen Elder won`t be pleased."

"I will speak with him, if needed." It was Regis, transformed from the smoke.

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Geralt woke up to a screeching sound somewhere nearby. Sleepy as he was, he couldn`t quite make sure, where the sound came from. But then, he smelled something. Something awful nearby.

Bat droppings next to his pillow! Geralt looked around to find the cause of this. Screeching continued. The Witcher looked up, to the ceiling. Usually Geralt didn`t fancy bats that much. But the bat in front of him was just cute, cute and furry. It's features reminded Geralt of a cat, but perhaps crossed with a pig. It had two bald ears, a snout-like nose and fangs nestled within its mouth.

"Hey there, little one,"Geralt reached slowly up, not to scare the little furball. "What happened to you?"

On closer inspection Gerlt saw, that the bat was a bit frostbitten. Frost in Toussaint?

This needed some inspection. Also, Anna Henrietta had asked, no demanded him to get rid of whatever was causing this weather in Toussaint.

Though the snow and wind could have frozen any earthly matter, the sun still rose and illuminated the slopes as if proud of illuminating their every tiny feature.

Geralt got into his warmer, Ursine armor, took his swords and went to get Roach.

Roach was a sweet and bonny horse, a kinder temperament nor more reliable friend a man never had.

Geralt scratched her between the ears for sometime, then climbed on her back.

"Now we have a journey to make."He mumbled. "And it will be dangerous!"

He wasn`t sure, but he could swear he saw some crows following him carefully.

"Giddy up, Roach!"

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Geralt looked around. The weather was terrible, snow and cold rain.

Tracks, that looked like those made by Wild Hunt Hounds... Leading somewhere.

A mountain path, hugging the curves of the land, rises to his right. Geralt unmounted Roach, cause it seemed too risky going up with a horse.

"Devil Mountain," the Witcher looked around, not seeing any threat. At least not yet.

The White Wolf had heard about the elven cemetery of Tir na Bea Arainne. Geralt was almost sure, that whoever caused the frost, was hiding himself there, inside the cave. All he had to do was to find and enter it.

The tracks were leading him into that direction anyway. So Geralt decided to follow them.

After some searching, Geralt found the entrance. The cavern expanded as if it was some natural ballroom, as if so at home in the black, the blessed spirits have their nightly dance.

"Cold..." the Witcher crossed his hands across his chest, to get some warmth.

He looked around, so see if he could find any hints or something, that could him lead on. The animal tracks led him to a wall, with an interesting painting covering it.

"Odd..."Geralt looked at a painting, that seemed too fake to be real. "Seems like an illusion."

It was made to protect something behind it. Geralt was sure, he could recognize Avallac`h`s style.

He took the magical lamp Keira Metz had given him and the illusion disappeared, revealing another cave, a cemetery.

Even before entering it, he could hear growling. So, at least Hound of the Wild Hunt was there. Geralt pulled out his silver sword and stepped in.

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The angry growling got louder and louder, when Geralt went deeper into the cave.

"Guess I need Dragon`s Dream..." Geralt turned around the corner and threw the bomb. To make the gas explode, Geralt had to cast Igni and jump back. The explosion made it`s work with the Beast.

It lay dead as Geralt turned around the corner once again.

"Who`s there?" asked a familiar, unpleasant voice. Imlerith! So he had caused all this frost in Toussaint...

Geralt gave no answer, but stepped into the cemetery room, to see Imlerith standing there. Waiting for him.

His amber eyes went wide, as he saw the Witcher.

"You..."

He grabbed his mace and covered his head with heavy helmet. "I`m going to crush you, Witcher."

"You can try, Imlerith."

Actually Geralt wasn`t ready to fight, cause the bloodloss still made him feel weak, sort of. But he had to fight Imlerith.

He was ...tired.

When the Aen Elle Elf swung his mace at him, he almost lost his balance. It was pure luck, that he didn`t get hit.

And Geralt refused to die on his knees.

The Wild Hunt general he fought wasn't weakening by any stretch of the imagination. If anything he was growing stronger, feeding on Geralt's hopelessness and anger.

The Witcher fought desperately, knowing that he was finished, parrying strikes that came closer and closer to breaking through his guard. He found out, that his signs had no effect on Imlerith, even Igni did nothing.

Then it happened. He failed to block the strike, Imlerith's mace scratched the side of his neck with agonizing pain and he ducked, fell to his knees to scrabble for his steel sword, but it slipped from his fingers as he tried to evade a lethal thrust that charred a hole in his armor and seared him again. Near fainting, Geralt knew. He was finished. He was going to die. And on his knees after all, he told himself bitterly, dizzy and sick with pain, then....

A final try, he desperately pushed his sword up. Imlerith didn`t see it on the right time and ran straight into it. Getting pierced, blood everywhere, scream of anger and agony.

Geralt`s last nonsensical thought....*I don`t want to die...not yet, not here...*

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*Geralt, where are you?*

The Witcher`s eyes snapped open, he looked around and seeing Imlerith`s corpse nearby, remembered everything.

"Fuck!!!"

He stood up, still kinda shaky. The cave was filled with Elven graves, Geralt wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.

*Geralt, answer me, please!* it was Regis, this time.

*At Mount Gorgon.* Geralt swore quietly, he wasn`t sure that he could even ride Roach after such a fight. But he had to get back to Corvo Bianco. He wanted to get back.

Somehow, with difficulties, he got on Roach. His body was aching and he wasn`t feeling all too well. Geralt`s next destination was Mandragora, to find Orianna. When he arrived, the red-haired Vampire was about leave the house.

"In a hurry to get somewhere?" Geralt asked, appearing in front of the red-haired Vampire.

"Very much so."Orianna`s eyes moved over the Witcher. "Now be kind enough to step aside."

"Look, I need your help..."Geralt didn`t know, if he could trust Orianna or not. Finally he spoke again. "Need to ...uh, see your Unseen, about some personal matters. Heard you could help me with that."

Orianna grinned at him. "My, my, seems that my dear Regis needs to be reprimanded. He`s become rather...indiscreet."She sighed. "And you... there are simpler ways to commit suicide. A number of bridges you could jump off of, for instance."

"Just wanna talk to him."

To that, Orianna laughed. "Talk...lovely. He`ll rend your head from your neck, make shreds of you before you can open your mouth."

"Let me worry about that. Willing to do it or not?" Geralt was slowly losing patience.

"Hmm... whatever you decide to do, I won`t stand on your way, Witcher. But to reveal such a secret to a Witcher..."She turned around, facing Geralt again. "Know what? Come with me. I must tend to a certain matter. Then we can talk."

"Fine. But I don`t have much time. Khagmar and..."

"And I`m about to mount my horse. So either ride with me or finish your monologue alone."

"Dammit. Fine..."Geralt decided to follow Orianna.

They left Mandragora through it`s main gate.

"Where are we going?" the White Wolf asked.

"Not far. You see, I maintain some kind of...shelter, just outside Beauclair. An orphanage, to be precise. "She mounted her black horse and eyed the Witcher again. "I, too, dislike Khagmar. He is violent and brutal, so if you`re going to stop him, I would be glad."

"Let`s go."

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*I hope, that I can go to Unseen Elder unnoticed.*Geralt thought to himself.

The orphanage had interesting name- La Compassion Orphanage. It was really dark, when Geralt and Orianna arrived there.

The Witcher looked around. "Must cost a small fortune, maintaining this place..."

Orianna sighed. "What can I do? I have weakness for children. " Something in her tone seemed odd to the Witcher. Geralt didn`t say anything, but he decided to keep an eye on Orianna.

"Meaning?" Geralt asked.

"Meaning, that I..."She stopped, looking nervously around. "Smell that?"

The sweetish-nasty smell could be only one thing.

"Blood." Geralt`s hand went to his Wolven silver sword. When he moved slowly forward, he saw a dead child on the ground, the kid`s throat was torn to pieces.

"Arnaud!" screamed Orianna, following Geralt. "Arnaud!"

She rushed into the house, searching for the children, calling them by their names.

Only one kid- a boy came out.

"P-p-lease... Shh, shhh..."he was very afraid of something or someone.

Geralt found Orianna hugging- or so it seemed, the boy, when he entered, sword in hand.

"What happened?" asked Orianna. "Where is Arnaud? Speak!"

"Shhhhhhhhhhh...o-or... the... Monster... will c-c-come..." the boy couldn`t even speak because of fear.

Geralt put his sword back and slowly moved closer. "Easy, little man. You`re safe now."

He cast Axii on the kid, so he wouldn`t be afraid that much.

"I was so scared... s-s-so scared..."the boy begun to speak slowly.

"Of what?" asked the Witcher, standing in front of Orianna and the little boy. "You can tell us. Take your time."

"I...I woke up because of the bells... then the sc-screams... I pulled my quilt over my head...so I wouldn`t hear. But...they were so loud." The boy took a deep breath, brushing tears away from his little face. Then he continued. "And...something begun pounding on the roof...boom, boom louder and louder. Then Uncle Arnaud came and said "Sit quiet... real quiet... shh, shh....and you`ll be alright. "

Orianna`s voice was filled with anger. "The whoreson abandoned them. Left them and ran away!"

"What happened then?" asked Geralt, not giving any attention to Orianna`s outburst.

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The boy continued crying and speaking. "Bartez, Nieve, Maura...and some others...they ran out. My sister Anna and me, we hid right here, in the room." He begun to cry again. "But Anna, she begun to cry. I covered her mouth, whispered shh, shh, held her long, til she stopped. "

Orianna gasped. "You mean to say, you...?"

"Drop it." Geralt`s voice was stern. "Who`s this Arnaud?" he asked.

"The Guardian." Orianna answered. "He ran the orphanage, with his wife... for generous fee. I don`t see them. Can`t hear or smell them, either. They fled. Left the children behind as bait."

The boy looked at Orianna again. "Uncle Arnaud told us to be quiet as mice...and the Monster wouldn`t come. But it did, it came!"

The Witcher sighed and stood up. "Think I know enough."

"As do I. Something killed my children."There was a red flashing in her eyes, as she hugged the boy. "I stay with the boy. He shouldn`t be left alone again. You...you trach down this scum. Bring me it`s head and I`ll help you with the Unseen."

"Fine." Geralt really didn`t have any choice. "See if I can find any lead."

"Excellent."Orianna gave a toothy smile. "Go on, get to work."

Geralt slowly turned around and moved towards the door.

He could hear Orianna talking"Come, little one, I`ll sing to you...Wolves asleep amidst the trees...Bats all a swaying in the breeze....But one soul lies anxious wide awake... Fearing all manner of ghouls, hags and wraiths..."

A wierd sound and a puff of black smoke made Geralt stop on his tracks.

"Regis?" he turned around.

He hurried back to Orianna`s orphanage to see Regis holding the boy and Orianna being quite angry. Boy`s neck had two little bitemarks.

Geralt`s eyes narrowed. "What did you do, Orianna?" He was about to pull out the silver sword.

Regis put his free hand on the Witcher`s shoulder, holding him back. "There is another solution to this." he turned to the red-head, who bared her sharp teeth. "Why don`t you give the kids under my and Dettlaff`s care, Orianna?"

"Why should I do that, Regis?" Orianna asked, wiping blood off of her lips.

"Because you kill them one by one. Better leave them under our care." Regis looked at her with intense gaze. After thinking a bit, Orianna gave up.

"Fine. Do as you wish."

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"Syanna..."said Khagmar sharply.

Syanna looked up. "Yes, my love?"

"Syanna," the Higher Vampire said firmly. "We should leave this tower before your royal sister catches us here. Come, pack your things..."He paused for a moment."Wait....someone`s coming!"

The door to the room got pushed open and there, in her anger, stood Anna Henrietta. Behind her stood some guards and Regis.

Anna Henrietta`s eyes moved to Khagmar, then to Syanna. "Ooooof with her head"

"Wait...what?"Syanna tried to break free, when two Guards dragged her towards the door. "No- noooooo! I always loved you, sister! Noooooo!"

"In light of the above,"Anna Henrietta brushed a lock away from her beautiful face, "there can be but one sentence- death by decapitation. Take her away!"

When Syanna`s cries had faded, the Duchess turned to Khagmar. "As for you..."

She hesitated, cause Khagmar was a Higher Vampire and Anna Henrietta couldn`t send her Guards to certain death.

"Khaaaaaagmaaar..." an embodied voice called the Vampire`s name.

Khagmar stopped, looking around in visible fear.

"Yes," he whispered. "who`s there?"

"You knoooww, who I aaaam..."

Khagmar bowed, not daring to move or speak. Nobody, even Regis moved the slightest. By that time, Geralt arrived with Dettlaff behind the Guards.

From the pitch black smoke emerged the Unseen Elder, like a self-mutilated, skin and bones, and sick to death individual. He loked like he was sick or dying, but looks can be deceiving. With a quick movement, so quick that even Geralt`s eyes didn`t catch him, the Elder stood in front of Khagmar, who didn`t dare to look up.

Without saying a word, he broke Kharmar`s neck and let the body fall to the floor.

Then, he looked to where Geralt stood, between Regis and Dettlaff.

"You are honest Witcher, Geralt." his tone was somewhat friendly. "If you`ve told me even one simple lie, you weren`t standing here, allowed to bond with Emiel Regis Rochellec Terzieff-Godefroy and Dettlaff van der Eretein here. I give you three my permission."

With that, the Unseen Elder transformed into a swarm of bats and left through the open window.

"What was that?" asked Anna Henrietta, trying to collect her thoughts. "Witcher, care to explain?"

"Some umm....personal matters, Your Grace." Geralt covered his face with his hand.

"Well done." Regis smiled. He put a hand on Geralt's shoulder and gently squeezed. "I must say, you are brave."

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"So...about the bonding..."Geralt asked, feeling qurious. "Dettlaff, Regis I'm not entirely certain what to say..."

"Please say yes," Dettlaff asked quietly. "I promise that nothing will happen that you don't want to happen, my little Witcher."

Regis smiled contently, which made Geralt feel a bit better. He still had no idea, how the bonding should happen.

"It's not that, it's just, well, I just don`t know, how..."

"Your feelings and discretion do you credit."Regis smiled widely. "Me and Dettlaff are best friends, lovers...anything you can imagine. I was very happy, when he met you on Skellige and your bond started. Our friendship is a success in large part because we respect each other's right to have relationships with others. But you are special and important for both of us, Geralt. Don`t forget that."

Geralt bit his lip. There was still one thing in his mind. " You aren`t mad about...Vilgefortz? I left you behind..."

"There was nothing you could`ve done, dear Wolf."

Geralt made a non-committal grunt; he didn`t want to forgive himself for abandoning Regis.

"Don`t worry, Geralt."Dettlaff smiled. "Everything is fine."

The Witcher started to speak, but stopped short as he furrowed his brows. "So what exactly do we need to form a correct bond between three of us?" He hesitated a moment, then continued delicately. "Do you need to drink my blood? Or drink some wine? I have Sangreal in my cellar."

"Blood and wine." Dettlaff shook his head with a small smile. "And your love, Geralt."

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Geralt took several ragged breaths, head on his chest. Finally he forced himself to look up, his jaw working.

"I couldn't," he whispered."I couldn`t imagine, what you felt, when burned down like that, my dear Regis..."He stopped to take a slow breath."Then I met Dettlaff on Skellige...he was almost frozen solid and I warmed him up next to a little bonfire. We saved each other. Then Khagmar came..." closed his eyes, bit down hard on his lower lip. Finally he continued in a rough whisper." Later I found Ciri and got kidnapped by Eredin. " He opened his eyes."Ge`els helped me to escape. I love you both!"

"And we both love you, little Witcher." Dettlaff said gently as he gathered the resisting man into his arms."I know, what Eredin did to you. Regis and Ciri saw it in the well. But that`s past now." He held Geralt for a long moment, then pushed him out to arm's-length. "We are here to make you forget all the pain, all the sadness."

Geralt pulled away, shakily stood up. Regis also rose to his feet.

"Dettlaff told be about Skellige, his feelings."Regis said quietly."I feel relieved, that Dettlaff is not with Syanna, but with us here."

Regis looked at Dettlaff, held his eyes for a moment, then turned back to Geralt.

"We would be honored, if you`d like to be our bonded mate, Geralt." He knelt before the Witcher. "Will you accept our offer?" He hesitated a moment, a hitch in his breath. "I didn`t dare to tell you about my true feelings before. I hope you understand."

Geralt stood frozen, staring at the figure kneeling before him. He looked helplessly at Dettlaff, who was standing silently several feet away, smile on his lips.

"He is wiser than either of us, Geralt." Dettlaff glanced down at Regis, than looked back at his beloved Witcher. "You both are so good to me and I almost fell into Syanna`s trap. Imagine that!" He gave a strained smile." Regis does love you so much, Geralt, if you will but look. All he ever talked about, was you."

"I too, have deep feelings for both of you." Geralt said, his voice hoarse."And I wish to be your bonded mate more than anything!"

He looked down. "Regis..."

Regis looked up.

"Don`t you ever doubt in my feelings." Geralt knelt before Regis, and gently ran his fingertips down Vampire's cheek. He dropped his hand to his side."You both have waited so long. You don`t need to wait anymore."

The Witcher got to his feet slowly. He sighed heavily as he looked down at Regis. He looked briefly at Dettlaff, his eyes smiling.

"So..." came a throaty purr. "How about showing us just how much you love us, little Witcher ?"

"Be careful what you wish for, Regis," growled Geralt, eyes narrowing. "You're going to be on the bottom for one hell of a long time to make up for everything you've put us through."

"Promises, promises," complained Regis as he grabbed Geralt's belt in one hand and Dettlaff's hand in the other. "Let's get to some action."

Both Geralt and Dettlaff chuckled as they let themselves be led into Master bedroom. The Witcher felt anticipation building the closer they got; a little shiver passed through him as they went through the door.

Regis looked up and met Dettlaff's eyes - with a small nod they moved as one to throw the Witcher upon the bed. They swiftly divested him of fboots and the remnants of his Wolven armor, managing to lose all but their own pants along the way.

A twisted silken blanket had captured Geralt's feet - as he kicked it loose a large hand pushed his chest down until he was lying flat on his back. He looked up into brilliant blue eyes, warm breath mingling with his own. The hand crept up his throat to caress his cheek.

"You are so beaufitul."whispered Dettlaff. "I`m glad I happened to be on Skellige."

"I`m happy, that I managed to help you."Geralt reached up to pull Dettlaff's head down. Dettlaff went willingly, even eagerly, his lips locking onto Geralt's.

Heat flooded through the Witcher as the kiss continued. Geralt closed his eyes and absorbed the pleasure, so engrossed he failed to notice when his hips were lifted and his pants removed. There was an unmistakable hardness poking into each of his hips. He was between Regis and Dettlaff, one kissing his neck, the other Vampire going slowly down on his body.

"Oh fuck..." sighed Geralt happily. He reached a hand on each side to grasp Dettlaff`s and Regis' erections, watching greedily while Dettlaff pressed closer and kissed Regis deeply. He gently squeezed the organs as the kiss continued until the Vampires suddenly shifted their attentions. The Witcher gasped and arched upward when a mouth descended upon each of his nipples. He moaned and twisted as tongues lashed his nubs into hardness, then moved, one up and one down, driving him frantic, two sets of hands seeming to touch him everywhere.

A large cock wandered near Geralt's face and he blindly turned to capture it. The Witcher shifted onto his side and worshipped Dettlaff's phallus, long, slow licks from root to tip, sucking on the crown, running his tongue just underneath the sensitive ridge. He hummed in pleasure as a hot mouth engulfed his own cock and began moving up and down; Geralt wrapped his hands around Dettlaff's organ to get better leverage for his own attempts to reciprocate. He bucked and moaned inarticulately, almost choking, from a sudden lewd assault on his rear. Long fingers joined the long ones imprisoning his hips as a slick tongue slid down his lower back, along his crack, and then vigorously assailed his opening, penetrating deep, a teasing precursor of the larger incursion to come.

"Too close!" moaned Geralt. "Want you... inside... please!"

"Don't worry, we're not going without you," smiled Regis. He gentled Geralt with slow strokes up and down muscular his belly. He offered the Witcher a glass of Sangreal, which Geralt greedily drunk.

Geralt sucked in several deep breaths as the exquisite ache in his cock subsided to a more manageable level. "I want you so much!," he mumbled. His eyes stung from the salt sweat dripping down; his nerves buzzed with the intense urges pulsing through him. "Want you both!"

"Then have us you shall," Regis smiled gleefully.

Regis plumped up a pillow and laid two towels over it, then settled himself on his back, cock hard, waiting.

The Witcher felt Dettlaff reach under his shoulders and pull him up; with both of themon their knees, they paused for a kiss that ratcheted Geralt's pulse back up to a racing fever.

"We gonna both be inside you, little Witcher." Dettlaff whispered. "Can you take it?"

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"Ooohhhh," breathed Geralt. Dettlaff was kissing his neck, barely biting.

"Good?" came a voice in Geralt's ear.

"More than good," moaned Geralt.

*I love you, Dettlaff...* Geralt sent through the bond as he reached over and entangled his hands in Dettlaff's hair.

*My little Witcher.* Dettlaff responded, deepening their kiss. Then Geralt looked at Regis, who sat up and kissed him deeply. *My beautiful Vampires.*

Geralt was kneeling above Regis, who took a bottle of oil into his hand, opening it and coating his fingers. Looking at Geralt and smiling a devilish smile, Regis began to rub the oil all over his right hand.

"Oh please," the Witcher whispered as he realized what was about to happen to him.

Regis looked at him, his expression suddenly tender. Dettlaff chose the moment to bite down on Geralt`s neck, leaving a mark behind. This wound was something special, the bonding mark.

*My brave Witcher. So fearless, so beautiful, so generous . . .* Regis slipped in to telepathy.* So loved...*

Geralt closed his eyes and could only moan quietly, while Regis inserted first finger, slowly.

*Love you, Regis.*

More oil and then two large fingers were sliding into Geralt. Already aroused, he took them in easily, squirming a little and moaning to let Regis know how good it felt.

Regis fucked him like that until Geralt was staring down at him with unabashed pleading. "More?"

"Please, Regis, please..."

A third finger moved into him and now it did hurt, but still a good hurt.

*Regis?!*" he breathed, or did he just think it? The pressure was already building up and he didn't know how long he could keep his body and his Witcher senses separate.

"Let go, Geralt, my little Witcher," Regis murmured softly. He had tucked another finger inside Geralt, and the Witcher's body practically threw itself off of the bed.

Dettlaff was holding him in place, eyes wide, panting hard, teeth bared.

"Too....much!" Geralt screamed. He was shivering all over his body, trying to control himself.

Slowly he raised up, away from these fingers.

"Careful-" Regis began, but Geralt had raised himself already off of Regis' hand and had moved back toward his cock. He gave one last stroke, drawing a shudder from the Higher Vampire.

With a mutter that sounded suspiciously like, "You can do this," the Witcher slowly reached behind him, took Regis' cock in hand, and held it still as he slowly sank down, impaling himself on his Vampire lover.

"Dettlaff..."panted Regis, holding Geralt steady. "Can you hang on just a little more?"

"Barely..."came the husky answer.

"Ohhh..."

"Geralt," Regis said, concerned. "Wait..."

"No-ohh." Trembling with effort, the Witcher literally forced himself lower onto Regis' cock, not wanting to stop until he was fully coupled. To his credit, Regis merely held on, caressing and fondling anywhere he could lay his hands, murmuring what encouragement he could, even the sight and feel of his lover above him steadily turned him into jelly.

"Geralt..."With great difficulty he tried to remain still for his lover's sake. But the urge to drive up into that tight warmth was too much...

Great Melitele, but Regis was big. And hard. Just like Dettlaff...

Geralt was pulled down, against Regis` chest. He knew, what was about to happen, when he heard Dettlaff move behind him.

It stung, at first, having both Regis and Dettlaff inside. Geralt bit his lip, silencing the cries of pain. Dettlaff kissed his shoulders and back, while Regis closed hand around his cock.

The Witcher tried to relax, willing his body to cool down.

"Dett...laff," Geralt choked out. "Please."

"I'm sorry," Dettlaff said softly. "Just hang on a bit, it will get better..."

Geralt`s breath hitched as he felt strong arms glide around him, gathering him gently into a loving embrace.

"It's all right," Dettlaff said softly. "Let it out."

Geralt rested his head on Regis` shoulder and did just that. His body relaxed slowly, letting Dettlaff sink farther in.

"Mmmm, so good," murmured Dettlaff. "Just as I imagined it. All three of us together..."

Geralt was stretched to the limit, only his mutations and wine helping him now.

Regis pulled him down again, this time biting his neck, just near his ear. He licked and sucked a bit, leaving a mark behind. The blood welled down his neck and began to ooze down the skin. Geralt closed his yellow eyes, breathing in short, hard breaths through his nose.

Regis slowly pushed up, while Dettlaff started to press in, pulling out. Somehow, Geralt managed to relax. The stretch was still there, but the pain started to fade, slowly.

"Just a bit more, my little Witcher," said Dettlaff, pushing all the way in. Geralt cried out when Regis thrust up again, while Dettlaff pushed in, and out...

Somehow, Regis managed to capture his cock between his lips. Geralt shook his head when hot suction captured his organ. He clenched his jaw, fighting the combination of pain and pleasure which was rapidly hardening his penis.

Regis thrusted up again, smiling wickedly. "Magnificent." Regis licked his lips. "So beautiful... so hot."

"You know you like it a bit rough," Dettlaff growled as he thrust harder.

Geralt grunted and tried to turn his head to kiss Dettlaff.

Dettlaff used his left hand to grab Geralt's hair and force his head still. He kissed fiercely, forcing his way into Geralt's mouth and ravaging it with his tongue.

On the same time, Regis pulled out. Blood and sweat lessened the friction between the two bodies as Regis moved against the Witcher. His movements became jerky and rapid, increasing to a frantic pace. He finally broke the silence to howl in ecstasy as his cock spasmed, adding cold his seed to the blood on Geralt's belly.

The quiet in the room was broken only by the hard breathing of the trio as Dettlaff clung to the Witcher. Geralt groaned softly, his painfully hard cock restrained by Dettlaff`s hand around it`s base. Regis moved out from under Geralt, resting and enjoying the view.

Regis drew in a few more deep breaths. "Oh, that was good."

He offered Geralt wine. "Relax, my Witcher. Dettlaff`s not done with you, yet..."

Dettlaff held Geralt in place, letting him calm down, get his breathing under control again. Then, he pushed Geralt onto the bed, on his back now.

Geralt was still slick from the lovemaking before and Dettlaff carefully eased the tip of a finger inside.

"Enough, Dettlaff, please!" It was a near sob and Dettlaff responded to it, withdrawing his fingers. Lifting Geralt's hips onto his knees, he shifted so that the head of his shaft was pressed against the tight entrance, groaning aloud at the blissful pressure. And there he stopped.

"I love you, my little Witcher," he whispered on his exhale as he pressed forward.

Geralt was squirming against him, crying out softly as he struggled against his lover's stillness, pleading and begging in soft, broken words until Dettlaff felt he would lose his sanity. The Witcher looked up at him a little wildly, and their eyes caught. For one frozen moment, the only movement was the rapid rise and fall of their chests from their ragged breathing and the trembling of straining muscles as they gazed at each other.

Heat was arcing between them regardless and Geralt threw his head back, keening loudly as Dettlaff managed one deep thrust. Another thrust and Geralt screamed, wet, warm pulses flooding between their already sweat-slicked bodies as he came.

Geralt`s orgasmic cramps pushed Dettlaff over the edge and he tipped Geralt back onto the bed, thrusting hard a last time as he came. Sweet ecstasy sparked through him and he was dimly aware of crying out, of Geralt still writhing beneath him even as he collapsed, trembling with aftershocks as he gasped for breath.

A contented sigh from beneath Dettlaff, and then, Regis commenting : "I guess the bonding is completed."