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The Dragon And The Wolf Ch 14

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Chapter 14 - Daisy

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"Priscilla!" Zoltan cried as I walked through the door of the Rosemary and Thyme.

"Who?" I asked, taking hold of the tankard Zoltan passed to me as I joined the pair at a table.

"That's who you've been looking for," he explained, gesturing to Geralt, "As I've told him, she's a trobairitz. Quite popular of late. Picture Dandelion with a pair o' tits and you've got the general idea."

"Well, there's an image forever burned into my mind," I muttered.

"Zoltan believes our friend has fallen in love, Ragnar."

I burst into laughter. Geralt grinned but Zoltan gave me a look that brought my laughter to an abrupt halt. "You're not kidding?"

"Who does Dandelion love most?" Zoltan asked.

"Himself," Geralt and I replied in unison.

"Aye, exactly. And in Priscilla, she's his mirror image. He is absolutely head over heels in love with her, lads. I've never seen him like it before. Talks about her more than he talks about himself."

"Shit, must be serious," I only half-joked.

"Even better news is that Priscilla works with a mummer's troupe, called 'Renarde and the Foxen.' Whenever they're in town, she performed nightly at the Kingfisher."

I raised my eyebrows. "Hadn't noticed."

"You were otherwise engaged," Geralt stated, "So we're going to meet there tonight and hopefully make contact. Might have to delay your nightly lovemaking with Triss for a couple of hours."

"Making up for lost time, Ragnar?" Zoltan enquired, a grin on his face. I just waved away his question. I didn't talk about such matters, despite what people might have thought.

With a day to myself, the first time I'd had a day since... White Orchard, Geralt and I agreed to split up, as he was going to continue his search. Without his particular set of skills, unless I ended up just bumping into Dandelion or someone I recognised, there was little I could actually do. I did wonder if Francis Bedlam would know anything, but I didn't particularly want to sit down and discuss anything with him, and I simply had no idea who in Novigrad would know anything.

So I ended up spending most of the day wandering around. Spent some time by the docks. Always loved ships, and while most were merchant vessels, there were a few warships that captured the imagination. Having lived in Skyrim nearly all my life, the chances of travelling by ship was few and far between. There was the one time I travelled to Solstheim, but that was it.

I enjoyed lunch and a couple of tankards at a tavern by the docks, chuckling at all the accents I could hear, as the men who worked on ships were from across the Continent, and there was no missing those who came from Skellige. They were the men who, after a few drinks, generally went looking for a fight.

Returning to the main square, I ended up heading into the Kingfisher by late afternoon, laying back on my bed and reading a book. Triss walked in as it was probably growing dark outside and noticed me, having a little giggle as she immediately took off her coat and lay down next to me. "What are you reading?"

"Novel called the Sword of Destiny. Pretty good, to be honest."

"Still carry around a couple of books when on the road?

I met her eyes and grinned. "Of course. Geralt isn't exactly known as a conversationalist, is he? I made sure I learned how to read and write when I was younger, so at moments like this, I could just pick up a book and pass the time." I put the book down and turned to cuddle her. "Need to head downstairs later. We made a breakthrough. The name Priscilla mean anything to you?"

"No. Should it?"

"She's a performer that Dandelion has apparently fallen in love with."

Triss just smiled and cuddled into me. "We'll head downstairs later then. If Dandelion has fallen in love with her, then she must be special."

We must have drifted off, as I was eventually given a gentle shake, waking up to see Geralt standing over us, telling us he'd been knocking for five minutes before he just tried the knob. "I'm just glad you're both dressed. Priscilla will be on stage in around ten minutes."

Yawning, Triss and I got up and headed downstairs, Zoltan already at a table with drinks for us, though I ordered a little food for Triss and I. There was plenty of noise as the place was as packed as I'd seen it, though Geralt had been right. Triss and I would usually be upstairs doing other things by this time of night.

A beautiful blonde woman appeared from a side door and stepped up onto the stage, the crowd immediately starting to quiet down as she fiddled with her lute before finally looking up and gazing over the crowd. She had the voice of an angel. The entire crowd was spellbound with every word she sang, every strum of her lute. Triss was cuddling into my side within seconds. And, when listening to the words, it was one of Dandelion's ballads about Geralt and Yennefer. My witcher friend rarely showed emotion, but we could all see he missed her as he rested elbows on his thighs, his shoulders lumping, Zoltan patting him on the back.

It was obviously sung for a reason, as once the applause died down, she headed straight for Geralt. They shared whispered words before Priscilla disappeared upstairs. Geralt and Zoltan turned around, gesturing for us to wait. We finished our tankards before Geralt stood up, the rest of us following him upstairs into another room where Priscilla was waiting for us.

She was just as sweet as I thought she would be. No wonder Dandelion fell in love with her, notwithstanding the jokes about seeing himself in her. But from that one song alone, the talent had been obvious. Sitting us down and offering us a drink, once we all had a tankard in hand, she sat down and got straight down to business.

"You're looking for Dandelion, I take it?" We all nodded. "I haven't see him in... a couple of weeks. The last time I saw him, he spoke about a heist. Sigi Reuven's vault."

"And that is?" Geralt wondered, "Who is he?"

"Tall, fat, bald. And very, very intelligent. Not someone to mess with."

"Heard any news about his whereabouts since?" I asked.

"I've asked about him everywhere, or at least with those I can at least trust. Ask the wrong person, and I'd probably end up in whatever hole he's found himself. What I did learn is that he caused quite the ruckus over at Whoreson Junior's lair. Then Whoreson had his men chase him across Novigrad in return."

"You know who this Whoreson Junior is?" Geralt asked Zoltan.

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"Aye. Biggest prick in town. Not literally, but..."

"What do we know about him?" I asked.

"He's one of four bosses who control the city's underworld, the others being Sigi Reuven, Carlo "The Cleaver" Varese and the King of Beggars."

Geralt looked at me. "Well, we already know who the 'King' is, and I think he would have known we were his friends, so I think we can count him out. Fairly sure he would have made a big issue about it when meeting us the first time. But Sigi Reuven? Definitely someone we can approach, Ragnar."

"And this Whoreson?" I wondered.

"Next on our list. But if Dandelion has gone after his treasure, I had no doubt he's involved in his disappearance."

"I don't know about Whoreson, Geralt, but Reuven runs a bathhouse. Careful, though. He's a dangerous character." Then Zoltan looked between us and chuckled. "I think you two will be just fine."

"I won't be leaving Novigrad anytime soon," Priscilla added. "All I want to know is that Dandelion is okay. I knew there was no chance of talking him out of this idea of his. I'd never seen him so focused on something though. He was determined to go through with this. I just have no idea why."

"We'll bring him home, safe and sound," Geralt stated, "Come on, Zoltan. We'll head back to the tavern. Ragnar, meet us there tomorrow morning and we'll start our investigations."

Thanking Priscilla for the help, the four of us left her in peace, Zoltan and Geralt heading downstairs, Triss and I heading for our bedroom. Door locked, Triss walked away, and between the door and the bed, she managed to take off all her clothing except her underwear, turning back towards me wearing quite the smile on her face. I just walked towards her before taking her in my arms, loving the feeling of her soft skin on my hands as I kissed her. Removing her underwear, she did have a giggle about the fact she was naked and I was still dressed. "I think you like having me around naked," she suggested.

"I certainly wouldn't complain."

I did end up as naked as she did within a couple of minutes, sat on the edge of the bed as she kneeled between my legs. Caressing her cheek, I leaned down to kiss her, pulling her tight, feeling her soft fingers grasping my cock. "It's been a long time since I've just spent... hours playing with your cock, Ragnar."

"I do remember certain nights when I'm sure you just wanted me to feel completely and utterly empty."

"I made sure you ate right so it tasted better." I chuckled loudly as I remembered the certain fruits that always seemed to end up on my plate. "Would you like me to please you in such a manner all night?"

"If I can return the favour eventually."

"Of course. Later, though."

Watching Triss Merigold make love to my cock with her mouth would be something I would never tire of seeing. Some women generally did it out of obligation, not enjoyment. I'd had more than one lover like that. Triss adored doing it for me. As much as I loved going down on her, she loved going down on me. And as much as I would tease her when eating her out, she would tease the hell out of me. I loved every second of it.

When I needed to cum, all I did was groan, running fingers through her hair. She would look up and smile, at least appearing in her eyes, hearing her make audible gulps as she would generally swallow, though not always. Sensing I was now empty for the time being, she would sit back wearing a grin, perhaps using a finger to clean up any cum that had escaped her mouth. "I love doing that for you," she whispered.

"Uh huh," I muttered, as I wasn't exact with it.

"You've got ten minutes, Ragnar, then I'm going to continue. I'll have the joy of sucking you off for even longer."

"Fucking love you," I stated.

"You're just saying that because I swallowed and I'm ready to keep going."

"One of the many reasons."

She had me lie back, crouching between my legs, grasping the base of my cock and she was soon slowly sucking my cock again. Gods, the woman was far too talented for her own good. She'd been pretty good when we first started our physical relationship, but through the years we'd been together, she had only got better and better.

I made her laugh when I did beg a little about her turning around so I can return the favour. But she didn't move, not yet, remaining sat between my legs, her head continuing to bob up and down, looking up with those gorgeous green eyes of hers. I have no idea how long she ended up blowing me that second time. Must have been an hour at least. I could see her shoulder moving, suggesting she was fondling herself at the same time, no doubt a little tease that she could touch herself but I couldn't touch her just yet.

"Getting close?" she did ask later. I just nodded, not really trusting my voice. "When you cum again, then you can eat me out."

"Thank god," I groaned, making her giggle again.

I'll admit I almost passed out when she made me cum again. Each shot felt even stronger than before. Groaned loudly, so loudly I'm sure someone would have considered knocking, asking what the hell was going on in the room. I heard her slurp and gulp for a few seconds before I felt her lips removed, resting my cock back against my body as I felt soft kisses up my chest.

Her eyes met mine, nothing but a smile lighting up her face otherwise. "So..."

"Want to sit on my face in a few minutes?"

That made her laugh out loud. Just another dagger to the heart. I loved making her laugh. "Sure you won't drown in my pussy?"

"No better way to die. 'How did Ragnar die, Miss Merigold?' 'He drowned while eating me out, doctor. I got a little too wet, I didn't even realise until his tongue stopped moving.'" She burst into fits of giggles, and I couldn't help laugh as she rested against me, wrapping my arms around her. "I've missed this," I whispered.

"You always knew how to make me laugh, at least," she whispered back.

"Considering life for us hasn't always been easy, humour is sometimes the only way to cope. Got to find joys in life when it's collapsing around you otherwise. The day I don't make you laugh..."

"You will always think of something silly to say, Ragnar. Anything to earn a smile."

The rest of the night was spent how it started. She did eventually sit on my face, and I loved the feeling of her almost grinding on my lips as my tongue got to work. Turned on as she was after pleasing me for so long, she enjoyed a couple of orgasms herself before she moved off my face, straddled my lap, and happily slid down my cock instead.

We didn't make love for all that long as we were both a little tired by then. Triss eventually ended up on her back, arms and legs wrapped around my body, neither of us really moving otherwise, spending more time kissing than anything else. Once I enjoyed a final orgasm, we stopped completely, though still inside her, resting on my forearms as we mixed kissing and quiet conversation. We must have stayed like that for quite a while before she finally started to laugh. "Have we been talking while you're still inside me?"

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I looked down to see my cock still buried inside her. "Aye."

"And you're still hard?"

"Aye."

"How?"

I met her eyes and grinned. "You."

That earned one of those grins I adored. Then I felt her squeeze my cock, which made me chuckle. "Okay, one more, Ragnar, then we should go to sleep."

"I'm not sure if I have the energy for all that movement."

"I always have enough for one last ride, Ragnar."

We woke up in rather good moods the next morning, Triss having turned around during the night so she was snuggled up against me, heading resting beneath my chin, holding her as close as I could while still being comfortable. Once both awake, she smiled and we moved so I was between her legs again, slowly sliding my cock inside her, making love for a while until we both enjoyed an orgasm. Only then did we wish each other good morning, making each other laugh, before finally getting up, dressing, and walking downstairs for breakfast.

Walking into the Rosemary and Thyme, Zoltan took one look at me and burst into laughter. "Was it like this when you were living together in Vizima?" he wondered, handing me my now usual morning beer.

"We were happy, Zoltan."

Must have been something in my tone, as he simply grinned, patting my arm a couple of times. Over drinks, we discussed our next move. For a time, we talked about splitting up and hitting both Sigi Reuven and Whoreson Junior. But while perhaps a good idea, we simply had no idea what we might end up dealing with. Geralt and I could look after ourselves most of the time, but both of us carried scars from when we'd underestimated the enemy. And we agreed that we did work well together. Geralt would happily admit that me just standing next to him, silent and brooding, in addition to him doing exactly the same thing, usually worked. We were almost a double act at times.

The bathhouse was only a short walk away, though in the classier Gildorf district of the city. They were establishments I rarely visited. When living in Vizima, Triss made sure we had a water closet where we could wash. She went so far as to buy a tub large enough we could relax in together. I did enjoy a bathhouse for things like a steam room though. Get a good sweat going, then a quick dip in cold water. Rather invigorating, a reminder of similar places back in Skyrim.

Both of us were surprised to find the door closed and locked upon our arrival, considering it was still only mid-morning. Never one for patience, Geralt was quickly banging on the door, demanding we be let in. A slot in the door finally opened. "The bathhouse is closed. Please return later."

"I need to speak with the owner," Geralt stated.

"He's terribly busy. Come back later."

"Tell him Geralt of Rivia and Ragnar Dragonborn are here to see him. That should grab his attention."

The voice remained quiet for a few seconds. "I will let Mister Reuven know who is at the door. Please wait."

As the slot closed, I gave Geralt a look. He returned my look and shrugged. "What?"

"You do have your ways with people."

"All that matters is tracking down Ciri, Ragnar. And if he has information, I want to hear it."

We didn't have to wait long for the door to open, a short, bald, fat man greeting us. "Sigi Reuven cordially invites you to join him. I'm Happen. The meeting is in the baths. We will pass through the dressing room, so you can leave your weapons and clothes."

Following him through the bathhouse, it was certainly exquisite. Lots of money must have gone in the dΓ©cor and design. The fact there were a few gorgeous women around probably helped the appeal as well, left thinking this was an establishment for men only. And maybe women who had certain tastes. Geralt and I undressed, wrapping ourselves in towels. Neither of us had anything to hide, but it appeared decorum was on the menu this time.

Walking into what I assumed was the VIP bathroom, there were three men in there. No doubt Geralt recognised one of them immediately as Francis Bedlam. The fact he was there wasn't a real surprise, as it was easy to figure out who the meeting was between. The dwarf I'd never seen before, but the tattoos and manner suggested he was nothing but a thug. The third man though. The one calling him Sigi Reuven. Geralt and I definitely recognised him, but were smart enough to keep our mouths shut as we listened into the conversation before our introduction.

Happen cleared his throats. "Your guests, sir."

"Thank you, Happen. You may leave."

It was definitely him. Never forget that voice. My run-ins with him had been few, but there were certain people that lingered long in the memory.

"Why the fuck you let them in here?" the dwarf asked with attitude.

"Because I want to talk to them. And where one goes, the other usually isn't far behind. The white-haired one is Geralt of Rivia. The bigger one..." That made me grin. I had a couple of inches and was broader than Geralt. "The bigger one is Ragnar Dragonborn."

Francis stepped forward, offering his hand. "Good to see you again. Is Triss well, Ragnar?"

"She is. Thank you, Francis."

He knew what I meant by that. He might have been extorting her, but he'd kept her safe. That's all anyone could ask considering everything going on. He merely returned a brief nod before stepping back.

"As always I'm out of the swivin' loop. Who the fuck are you?" the dwarf asked again.

"Witcher," I replied, pointing at Geralt, "Dragonborn," I added, pointing at myself, before gesturing at Reuven, "And this is..." I glanced at Geralt. "Well, calls himself Sigi Reuven now, Geralt."

"Last I heard, his name was Djikstra. Sigismund Djikstra." Djikstra was a big fucker. Taller than me, and... fat. But while he might have been fat, he was a beast of a man. Powerful. Skilled in many ways. Dangerous. And had a fierce temper that he could amazingly keep in check when required.

"What brings you to my humble establishment, witcher?" Djikstra asked.

"We need to talk." Then he paused and looked at me. "Shit. People coming, Ragnar. And we have no weapons."

"You sure?" Djikstra asked.

The screams behind us confirmed Geralt knew what he was talking about. The one thing you could say about Djikstra was that he was always prepared. I took hold of a club and threw away my towel, much to the amusement of the others. "The ancient Nords used to fight naked, a long time ago now. Fuck it, they want to attack while I want to relax, the last thing they're going to see is me with my cock flopping around as I put this through their fucking heads."

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