An unexpected exit

“You’re getting up?”

“Well, you’ve effectively woken me up, no use trying to go to bed again.” She said as she walked over to him naked and lay a kiss on his cheek. “Your beard is getting long again.” She said lovingly making him laugh.

“Yeah, a few people have been saying that, guess it must be true.” He said while feeling up his face. He watched her walk to the dressing area divide to change into some clothes. Geralt changed into his own clothes and freshened up along with Yen.

“The Wild Hunt are defeated, we have Ciri back what do we do now?” He asked Yennefer as they prepared to head on down to join the witcher and the crown princess of the Nilfgaardian Empire. Geralt, Ciri, Yennefer, and the Emperor had made an agreement that Ciri acknowledge her royal roots and accept her titles in exchange for her spending all her time that she doesn’t need for royal duties where she wants. Ciri had made an effort to spend most of the free time she was given training at Kaer Morhen, even though she had been repeatedly told that as an Empress she would not need an expert skill with a sword. Whenever Ciri was around, it felt a little bit more like home, Eskel appeared, and Lambert came back to visit along with Keira Metz his new ladylove. Geralt had whisked Keira way a few times for a tour of the bedroom, and it was pretty fair to say she knew the layout by heart.

Geralt had never been a one lady kind of guy at heart. Ever since the victory against the Wild Hunt, he had tried to stay loyal to Yennefer for as long as he could, until he finally told her one day that he couldn’t do it anymore. She was surprisingly understanding about it and suggested a solution; Geralt gets to sleep around as long as she gets to as well. Geralt had known that when they were not together she had been with many different men, so making the deal wasn’t that hard for either of them. They had made one rule in addition to the deal, and that was that neither of them should be in the room while the other is fucking someone else unless they agree that the other should be there. In every essence, what Geralt and Yennefer had was an open relationship, one so open that they discussed each other’s exploits openly to each other. Their relationship status had been kept fairly silent from most of their friends especially Ciri.

“Now that the Wild Hunt are gone and Ciri is back, we need to ensure that the Elder Blood continues. We Sorceresses have been looking after the holders of the Elder Blood for generations not for it to disappear.” She said confidently and in such a way that Geralt knew there would be no arguing with her.

“You want to get her married?!” He exclaimed

“What’s so hard to believe? She will be Empress one day, she will need a husband to sit on the throne with her, but that’s not what I’m talking about. We don’t need to get her married, just pregnant.”

“You would do that to a child? Bring them into the world as a bastard? Do you think Ciri would ever forgive for that?” Geralt asked.

“That child is my priority Geralt. The extension of the bloodline, I don’t care who, I don’t care whether it is you who knocks her up with the help of magic to offset your sterility, I don’t care.” She said.

“Dman Yen, give it some time. She’s still young yet.”

“Don’t you have to go somewhere?” She asked pointedly.

“Do I? I honestly don’t remember.”

“Skellige? You have a meeting with Cerys remember?”

“I do now. Damn, it’s a long ride from here to somewhere where I can get a boat. Love you.” He said quickly as he picked up his jacket and ran down the stairs from his tower.

“Don’t forget to say bye to Ciri and Eskel in your rush out.” Yennefer shouted after him.