Seb's shirt came open under her hands, and she pushed it off his shoulders with a satisfied sound, palms flattening against his chest, feeling the heat of him, the scars, the steady pound of his heart under her fingers. He shrugged the fabric away entirely and reached for the hem of her own tunic, tugging it up and over her head in one smooth move, and for a moment they both simply looked Ciri with her ashen hair loose and wild around her shoulders, firelight dancing gold across her skin, and Seb with his hands already spanning her ribs, thumbs tracing the line of old training scars, the lean muscle beneath.
"Gods," he said, low to himself.
"Less talking," she said, and pulled him back down into a kiss that was all teeth and demand, stepping out of the rest of her clothes between one breath and the next while his hands roamed the length of her, mapping her, learning her by touch. She was warm and alive under his palms, and every place his fingers found made her arch a little more into him.
He lifted her off her feet entirely then, and she wrapped her legs around his waist without a word of complaint, arms looped around his neck, mouth never leaving his. He carried her the short distance to the bed and set her down on the edge of it, following her down, the furs soft and cool beneath them before their combined heat chased that away within seconds.
Ciri's hands slid down between them, working at the laces of his trousers with an impatience that made him laugh against her mouth.
"Something funny?"
"You're in a hurry."
"I told you," she said, fingers finally winning their battle, "I've waited long enough." She got a hand around him, and whatever clever reply he'd been forming died somewhere in his throat, replaced by a sharp intake of breath that she clearly enjoyed. Her smirk returned, slow and wicked. "There. That's better."
"You're enjoying this far too much."
"Not nearly enough yet." She gave a slow stroke that had his eyes closing briefly, then released him and hooked a leg around his hip, pulling him down against her. "Come on, witcher."
Their kisses deepened gradually, Ciri arched beneath him, pressing her breasts against his chest, her nipples hardening against his skin.
Seb's mouth traveled down her throat, pressing soft kisses along her collarbone before taking one peaked nipple between his lips. He sucked gently, tongue circling the sensitive bud while his hand cupped her other breast, thumb brushing over its twin. Ciri's fingers threaded through his hair, holding him close as soft sounds escaped her throat.
His hand slid lower, fingers parting her folds to find her already slick with arousal. He stroked her slowly, circling her clit with gentle pressure before sliding two fingers inside her. Ciri gasped, her hips rolling to meet his hand as he curled his fingers, finding that spot that made her breath hitch. He worked her with thoroughness, building her pleasure layer by layer until her thighs trembled around his wrist.
"Seb," she whispered, voice thick with need. "I want you inside me."
He did not need to be told twice.
He positioned himself between her spread thighs, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. Their eyes locked as he pushed forward slowly, inch by inch, giving her body time to adjust to him. Ciri's walls clenched around him, drawing him deeper until he was fully sheathed inside her. They stayed connected like that for a moment, foreheads touching, breathing the same air.
When he began to move, it was with long strokes that dragged his cock along every sensitive inch of her inner walls. Ciri wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her heels pressing into the small of his back. Each thrust was thorough to make her feel every ridge and vein of his cock as it moved inside her.
Seb's hand found hers, fingers interlacing above her head as he rocked into her. The slow pace let them savor every sensation, the tight grip of her pussy around his cock, the way her walls fluttered when he hit just the right angle, the soft sounds she made each time he bottomed out inside her. Sweat beaded on their skin, making them slide together with delicious friction.
Ciri's free hand traced down his back, feeling the muscles flex and release with each thrust. She lifted her hips to meet him, creating a rhythm that was entirely their own. The fire crackled softly beside them, casting dancing shadows across their joined bodies.
"You feel incredible," Seb murmured against her ear, his voice rough with emotion.
She answered with a kiss that spoke volumes, her tongue sliding against his in time with their movements. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock, drawing him deeper with each contraction. The slow build of pleasure was exquisite, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge without rushing.
Seb shifted slightly, angling his hips so his cock rubbed against that spot inside her with every stroke. Ciri's breath caught, her fingers tightening around his. He maintained the same pace, letting the pleasure build gradually until she was trembling beneath him.
When her orgasm finally washed over her, it was deep and rolling, her pussy pulsing around his cock in waves that seemed to go on forever. Seb followed her over the edge, his cock throbbing as he filled her with hot pulses of cum, their bodies locked together in shared ecstasy.
They remained connected afterward, his cock still nestled inside her as they kissed lazily, hands stroking sweat-slicked skin. The fire burned low beside them, casting a warm glow over their entwined forms as they savored the afterglow of their thorough, intimate lovemaking.
Ciri's fingers traced idle patterns along his shoulder blades, and she tilted her head up to look at him with heavy-lidded, satisfied eyes.
"Are you done?" she asked, voice low and lazy.
Seb let out a breathless laugh, still catching his breath. "Are you..."
She smirked, slowly, and he shook his head, still dazed, smoothing a strand of damp ashen hair back from her face.
"Are you okay with me finishing inside like this?" he asked quietly.
Ciri laughed, arching an eyebrow at him. "We've done it so many times like this already. You're a witcher. There is nothing to worry about." She paused, and her smirk sharpened into something far more dangerous. "Or are you suggesting you want to finish somewhere else..."
Seb's gaze dropped to her mouth, then back up, a slow, crooked smile spreading across his face. "Maybe..."
She kissed him again before he could elaborate, her mouth moving against his with a confidence that left no doubt who was in charge of this particular moment. And as she kissed him, she started to move, rolling her hips deliberately against his, and Seb's hands slid immediately to her ass in response.
He'd gone still inside her, softening in the afterglow, but not for long. Her slow, teasing roll had an immediate effect, and he felt himself hardening again inside her, filling her once more as she moved. Ciri noticed, and pulled back just far enough to look down at him with that wicked, satisfied expression he knew far too well.
"You're still hard," she murmured against his lips, grinding down against him with deliberate slowness. "Maybe you'll get the chance to do what you want still."
Seb exhaled through his nose, a low, rough sound, and his hands tightened on her ass not to stop her, but to match her rhythm, to move with her, inside her.
Ciri pushed herself up then, straddling him properly, hands braced flat on his chest, hair falling wild around her shoulders, catching the firelight like spun moonlight. She looked down at him like he was something she'd finally, finally gotten her hands on after so long, and she took exactly what she wanted rolling her hips with a slow, grinding rhythm that had both of them shuddering, her thighs braced either side of his waist.
Seb's hands moved with her, guiding her, feeling every roll and rise of her hips. He let his palms slide up her sides, up the lean taper of her waist, thumbs tracing the underside of her ribs, then down again to her hips to pull her harder into each stroke. Her back arched, head tipping back, breath breaking into soft, uneven sounds, and the firelight cast her whole body in gold.
"You have no idea," he said, low and rough,"how long I've thought about this as well."
"Oh, I have some idea." she leaned down, palms framing his face, hair falling like a curtain around them. "You're not nearly as subtle as you think you are. I caught you looking at me like you wanted to devour me back in Tir na Lia."
"She punctuated the last word with a sharp roll of her hips that wiped whatever retort he'd been building clean out of his head, and she laughed softly at the sound he made.
He reached up and caught her mouth with his, dragging her down against him, and for a while neither of them had anything clever left to say at all, just hands and breath and the steady, building rhythm of her riding him, his hips rising to meet hers, each stroke a little harder, a little deeper than the last.
The fire threw long shadows across the stone walls of Kaer Morhen. Somewhere beyond the window, the Blue Mountains stood silent and none of the world's cold, distant watching mattered. Not tonight.
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