Chapter 6 -- The Power of Love
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Approximately six months after arriving...
Since that first night, Triss had been staying in my room, but... while there had been a lot of making out each night, we'd barely done anything else. Maybe a little under the dress action regarding feeling up her rather full but still perky breasts, which always made her laugh, and perhaps a little grinding, like we were a pair of frisky teenagers, but we seemed to be taking our time before finally just getting naked and giving into temptation.
Thing is, I didn't mind a bit. Some women were just worth waiting for. I would have waited for Aela, but she was the first to give in, rather quickly to my amusement. With Serana, it had taken months before we were intimate, but once I had learned the reasons why, I would have waited years. Hell, I would have just not been worried and been her friend regardless. But she eventually wanted to feel real intimacy, simply so she could forget what she'd been put through.
I was in the middle of some repair work one morning, as although I trained with the witchers, I probably spent more time assisting Vesemir keep the old fort habitable, when Triss approached me, wondering if I'd like to go for another walk. I glanced at the old man, who practically told me to go unless I was utterly stupid, so after washing my hands and changing my shirt, I joined her downstairs. I offered to carry the basket, as it seemed heavier than last time, and we walked hand in hand along the same path, only the colours on display slightly different.
Being early afternoon by the time we arrived, Triss suggested a dip in the water before we ate. The fact she suggested it then immediately started to undress was a sign that was exactly the reason we'd walked here. Her dress, shoes and everything else was off before she stood in front of me in just her underwear. Like her hair, it was red and it looked spectacular on her body, particularly in comparison to her rather pale skin.
"Well, I already love that look in your eyes, Ragnar," she said, bending he arms back to remove her bra.
Absolutely perfect breasts. I'd seen quite a few in my life, not to sound completely arrogant, but there were some that were flawless. Triss was something else entirely. Removing her panties as well, I approved on the small patch of hair above her pussy. Bald was nice but I didn't mind a little trimmed fur. Turning and giggling, she skipped towards the water, crying out when she dipped a foot in, as I knew it was going to be rather cold, before she slid underneath, disappearing for a few seconds before her head appeared above the surface. "Are you going to join me or not?"
I stripped so fast, I fell over in my haste before I joined her in the water. Being a Nord from Skyrim, I was used to cold weather and colder water, so it made Triss look at me, mouth slightly agape, as I happily swam around as she was quite obviously not as comfortable. So I eventually stood by her, as my feet could touch the bottom, as she hugged me.
"You're so warm!" she exclaimed, "How is that possible?"
"I'm built for the cold."
She jumped a little and I felt her legs wrap around me, joining the arms already wrapped around the back of my neck. "I'll admit it's a reason I like sleeping with you every night. You're like a natural source of warmth."
"There are other ways I could warm you up, Triss."
She removed one hand from around my neck, resting it on my chest. "I just wanted to wait a little bit. Not because I worried you'd think I was... easy or something..."
"I don't think that about any woman I've been with. If we sleep together the first night, that just means we had an immediate spark. But I also don't mind waiting, because although we had the spark, we've spent time getting..."
She shut me up by kissing me. One hell of a kiss that told me everything that she wanted from me that afternoon and beyond. She was light so carrying her back to the blanket I'd unwrapped and laid down wasn't particularly difficult, and once she was laying on her back, I sat back on my knees and drank her in. She did the same thing and it was the first time she got a proper look at my cock. I'd worn trousers every time we'd gone to sleep before.
"Damn," she whispered, "I mean, I feel it prod me every morning..."
"I won't lie. I've heard compliments before."
She met my eyes with a smirk. "Do you have talent with anything else, I wonder?"
"Oh, I take it you want something else first, Miss Merigold?"
She sat up and kissed me again before leaning back just enough to meet my eyes. "It's been... too long, Ragnar," she whispered, "Since I felt the touch of a man so intimately."
"Must be a lot of pathetic men around."
That made her grin. "Just waiting for the right one to be introduced to me."
Running hands down her back, feeling the occasional scar of her own, I pulled her close as we resumed kissing. Though we'd done a lot of kissing before, we'd always been dressed, mostly anyway. This time, there was nothing to stop us being intimate, and I knew it was what we'd both wanted since that first night together.
Lying her back, I could have teased her, but I think we'd teased each other enough. A gentle fondle made her gasp and told me what I wanted to know, and so although I could have given her body attention, she gave me the eyes that told me what she wanted. Lowering my mouth as she slowly spread her legs, that first taste was... exquisite. Like savouring a fine wine. A strange comparison, sure, but I knew from that first moment that I'd happily do it the rest of my life.
"Yes," she breathed as, in addition to my tongue, I slid a couple of fingers inside, searching for that spot I knew every woman had. She shuddered when I did that. "Ragnar," she breathed, feeling her fingers run through my hair, looking up to see her looking down at me. The smile on her face was breath-taking, but the shimmer in her eyes suggested it was a big moment for her. Hell, it almost got to me for a moment.
Then I watched her head roll back as she cried out, feeling her squeeze my fingers, her back arch slightly as there was no doubt she was enjoying quite the orgasm. Normally I'd just keep going, but when heard her whisper that she needed me to stop, I did so straight away, removing my fingers and slowly kissing up her bodies, watching her shake slightly whenever my lips pressed against her skin. When her eyes opened and met mine, I was dragged down for one hell of a kiss.
Sliding inside her barely a few seconds later, it's safe to say that the best way to describe our first time was making love. I loved every second, the feeling of being inside her, the way her body reacted to whatever I did, the way her fingers dug into my back as she whimpered quietly.
"Cum in me," she breathed.
I was planning on doing that either way, but hearing a woman say that was just... erotic was the word I would use. "I wasn't planning on doing anything else, Miss Merigold," I whispered back.
"We're doing this the rest of the day. I don't really want to move," she said with a giggle.
