My Fearful Maiden Pt. 1
Dark & Bi!Geralt of Rivia x Black Fem!OC (Moldeva Olvenine) [pronounced Mōl-dév-āh O-vey-nine]
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Summary: Geralt was tasked with a job that he completed, but when the pay that was agreed upon was unable to be given… The disgruntled Witcher was more than willing to take another form of payment.
Warnings: 18+ content & dialogue, mentions of blood, death, threats of violence, acts of violence, threats of sexual assault, strong language. (If I am missing something, please kindly let me know.)
Per usual, he received the cold stares. Mother’s shielding their children from gazing upon the strange new man that rode into town on his brunette horse. The hooves of the animal left a trail in the mud from the rain that poured down violently just before the brooding stranger had arrived. His hood shielded his soiled face, dried blood from his last violent encounter re-moistened from the downpour. The village cats hissed at him as he rode by, jeers from the other townsfolk. It was the same thing every time, in every town and it was boring to the monster hunter.
For as long as he has been alive, one thing he knew for certain… no matter how much disdain people had for his existence, they would always need him to slay a beast. They will always need a Witcher to solve their problems. He got off his horse and tied its reins to the wooden post outside the inn. The swords on his back remained sheathed to protect the metals from the elements as he walked through the door.
All idle conversation stopped the moment the patrons recognized who entered their midst. The Witcher walked up to the bar and sat on a stool awaiting to be served. He pulled back his hood revealing his sour countenance and his bright yellow orbs, partially shielded from his notable white hair. The innkeeper sauntered over with a furrowed brow and if he was approaching a normal human being, intimidating demeanor. The Witcher was unphased by the corpulent man standing behind the counter.
“I need a mug of ale.” The Witcher spoke.
“We don’t fucking serve your kind here Witcher.” the man crossed his arms as they stared at each other.
“I only want one drink and then I’ll be on my way. I want no trouble.” The monster hunter continued.
“Trouble came the moment you arrived, you God forsaken, soulless bastard!” one of the patrons drunkenly replied.
The other patrons cheered in agreement with the intoxicated individual. The Witcher grunted and raised from his seat knowing he wasn’t going to get his thirst quenched at this rest stop. He began to walk away then suddenly a drunken customer threw a cup and it shattered as it hit the back of the Witcher’s head. He turned around and prepared to slay his assailant, until he felt a hand gently grab onto his wrist as he reached for his sword.
“Please, not here.” A woman softly spoke. She had thick, curly brown hair, poorly hidden by her hood and rich brown skin that almost glowed in comparison to his.
“Moldeva, you know better than to consort with the likes of… him.” The innkeeper scolded.
She released the monster hunter’s hand as she faced the .
“If you all weren’t such indolent cowards, I wouldn’t have to!” she contorted.
The innkeeper and few of the other males hung their heads low in shame.
“Please come with me, it is a matter of urgency I beg of you.” she softened her tone as the Witcher turned to face her.
“Very well, lead the way.” The Witcher replied.
The two went outside as the rain softened, but still showed on them. Geralt united Roach and the three of them proceeded on their way.
“I apologize for their behavior back there. Uneducated fools the lot of them.” she continued as they walked through town.
“No need, I’m used to this sort of ‘welcome’ in any town.” he replied.
“My name is Moldeva, Moldeva Olvenine. And you sir are?” She looked up at him.
“Geralt, Geralt of Rivia” Geralt introduced himself.
“Nice to meet you, Geralt of Rivia.” the Moldeva smiled.
“There’s nothing nice about me.” Geralt grunted.
“Don’t sell yourself short, there must be a reason you do the work that you do Witcher.” she countered.
“Yeah… coin. Now where are we going?” Geralt commanded after noticing him and Moldeva were now out of town.
“My home, well… me and my father’s home. It’s a cabin right outside of town. My father is the reason I need your help Geralt.” Moldeva’s face became sullen as she mentioned her father.
“If you try anything…” Geralt growled.
“No, this is not a ploy. I know you probably had a long journey and I wanted to make sure you’re okay before you help me.” Moldeva reassured him.
“Here we are.” The woman opened the door to a larger than normal cabin and went to the kitchen to get a cup of water for him. Geralt tied Roach next to a trough so that he could get some water as well.
“I’ll be back, Roach.” Geralt tugged lightly on his reins.
Roach neighed and resumed drinking the water. Geralt enters the home and sees Moldeva with her hood down. Her hair was fuller than expected and it seemed to defy gravity.
“Here you go sir.” Moldeva brought a cup of water for both of them and placed it on the table as she sat down.
Geralt remained standing as he grabbed the cup and drank.
“Now, how can I help you?” Geralt asked.
“My father has been missing for three days, he is a fisherman and he usually leaves to gather fish for the market and I would sell it. But this time, he never came back. We are all that we have left since my mother died. I desperately need you to find him. Please bring him back home.” Moldeva was on the brink of tears as she taps nervously on her cup.
“300 ducat if I find him alive, 200 if he’s dead.” Geralt named his price.
“Dead?” Moldeva looked up at him saddened and perplexed.
“Given that he has been missing for three days and he is constantly close to water. Unfortunately, it is more likely he is dead than alive. Exposure to the elements and lack of food and supplies take out greater men quicker than any monster. I need for you to understand that he may be already gone.” Geralt explained.
Moldeva began crying profusely. “Oh goodness, I wouldn’t know what to do if he was gone. How would I survive?!” Tears flowed down her face and stained the collar of her low cut white dress. Geralt, feeling guilty for his harsh, yet factual
words, walked over and touched the distraught woman’s shoulder in an effort to console her.
“Look, I can’t promise that your father is alive, but I will do everything I can to at least figure out what happened.” Geralt’s tone softened.
“Thank you, thank you so much Geralt. He was last seen heading west of here, not too far from Old mill.” the woman placed her hand upon his and stared into his eyes.
Geralt slowly slid his hand from underneath hers. “I must go, the sooner I leave the better chance I can get my coin and reunite you with your father.” He regained his rugged composure.
“Okay, just… be safe.” Moldeva sniffled. Her brown doe eyes looking up at Geralt, he almost thought that she said that with sincerity.
“What’s your father’s name?” Geralt asked.
“His name is Yosen.” Moldeva replied. He gave her a nod and began heading out.
When he left the maiden’s home he felt a tightness as he walked. He looked down to see a prominent erection aggressively pressing against the seam of his pants.
“Ah fuck!” Geralt muttered in frustration. It has been quite some time since the Witcher has taken a woman or man to bed, and his carnal appetite was almost impossible to defer much longer. As much as he wanted a sexual release, he knew he had to collect his coin before stepping foot into any local brothel.
The sooner he gets this minuscule task completed, the sooner he can feed his appetites multiple times over if he desired. He headed into the woods while riding Roach, he could hear the sound of roaring water. He knew that he was close to the last sighting of Moldeva’s father. Suddenly, a mysterious fog quickly surrounded the Witcher and his steed without provocation.
“Fuck.” the monster hunter grumbled under his breath.
Now he no longer could see the back of his hoofed companion. Roach quickly became uneasy amongst his new surroundings and began whining as if something was in the way.
“Easy roach, easy.” Geralt attempted to coax the visibly frightened animal.
Geralt’s efforts proved futile as the horse whinnied and then locked Geralt off of him and ran off in the opposite direction, his hoof barely missing the Witcher’s head as he fell onto his back.
“Fuck!” Geralt exclaimed as he arose from the ground quicker than he fell.
He heard menacing whispers of unseen creatures attempting to surround him. Geralt unsheathed his silver sword effortlessly as the sounds grew closer. The otherworldly fog made visibility nonexistent. The animalistic sounds grew closer and louder as Geralt stood his ground, but kept moving around in preparation for a fight.
Then suddenly the sounds abruptly stopped. Geralt was still in his fighting stance. The only sound that can be heard is his boots moving about in the mud. Then a monster lunged at the Witcher and in his peripheral vision he was able to see the beast and effortlessly cut it in half with his sword. Then right after another creature attempted to pounce on his back, but Geralt ducked just in time for the unidentified beast to miss the assault.
On bended knee, Geralt was slashing the horde of creatures left and right. His trusty steed long gone to find safety. The Witcher kept slashing and hacking away as his fluid movements brought him back to his feet. It was a dance of life and death and he knew he had to take to lead, lest he end up like his fallen brethren before him.
When the last beast fell underneath his silver blade. Geralt’s breath was ragged, his stamina was nearly depleted as his chest heaved up and down. In his mind, he must’ve killed at least 100 of those wretched beings. As the fog started to clear up and he reveled at the carnage surrounding him. His blood and entrail stained hair and face served as a reminder of his purpose.
“Hmm” he smirked at the work he had done. “Needs improvement.” he critiqued himself.
He could hear the sound of Roach slowly returning to his owner as he trampled over the monster carcasses. Geralt examined one of the slain creatures and noticed that it was a Drowner Dead which is very odd because they are not known to appear during the daytime, especially in the area he was presently in. Roach gently head butted Geralt to gain his attention.
“So glad you could join me Roach.” Geralt remarked.
Roach huffed and walked beside the Witcher, Geralt heard a branch snap and he quickly arose from the ground prepared to fight. Then a young man slowly approached him from the direction of the body of water.
“Please, I mean no harm. Do not hurt me, I was stuck up in a tree for several days. Those creatures were everywhere and I couldn’t escape. My name is Yosen Olvenine of Velen. May I ask the name of my savior?” Yosen introduced himself.
“I am no savior, I’m a Witcher. Geralt, of Rivia.” Geralt replied as he cautiously lowered his sword.
“It is a blessing to meet you kind sir.” Yosen took another half step closer toward.
“That’s close enough.” Geralt warned. Yosen quickly heeded his warning.
“Knowing me is not a blessing and I am far from kind.” Geralt retorted.
“Well regardless, I owe my life to you. I know my daughter must be terribly sick with worry over my disappearance.” the disheveled man stated.
“Daughter?” The monster hunter raised a single eyebrow.
“Yes, Moldeva. She is all I have left. And I know she would be most happy to see me home.” Yosen enthusiastically nodded.
“You mean the beautiful one living just outside of town?” Geralt smirked.
“Y-yes. Her mother passed away during childbirth.” Moldeva’s father replied in a concerned tone.
“Hmm… I admit, you look quite handsome yourself. You are too young to father that young woman.” Geralt looked the young man up and down repeatedly as he briefly moistened his lips.
“Forgive me, let me explain. After Moldeva’s mother passed away her sister, a mage was so grief stricken and enraged she cursed me and my child. I haven’t aged since then and I will most likely outlive her. I dread the day very much, but at least I will be back home to be with her.” Yosen sighed in relief as he began walking with Geralt.
“All the better, you get to be with your daughter, I get my 300 ducat and we all move on with our lives.” Geralt remarked.
“300 ducat?!” Yosen blinked twice.
“Yes, that’s what I offered Moldeva in exchange for your safe return.” Geralt raised a lone brow.
“Oh my, but sir I am a simple fisherman and my daughter is quite young. She doesn’t understand how money really works. I would not be able to pay you that much money, it would make us beyond destitute. Please, is there any other way I can repay you a lesser amount?” He pleaded with the Witcher.
Geralt stopped walking and held Roach by his reins. “Well... there is actually.” Geralt swiftly turned around with a hidden blade and plunged it deep into Yosen’s chest. Yosen’s eyes bulged in shock as he felt the cold steel penetrate his heart. A startled Roach whinnied in response as Geralt held Yosen up and stared into his eyes as he was slowly dying.
“I told her 300 for your life and 200 for your death. And if she doesn’t have my 200, well I guess I’m going to have to fuck her til’ she can’t walk for her financial freedom.” A devilish grin flashed across the monster hunter’s face.
All Yosen could do was gasp as he struggled to speak what would be his last words. “Please no, don’t… you.. don’t know… what… she… is. Please.” Yosen coughed up blood in Geralt’s face as his life was slowly fading away.
“I would honestly like to have the both of you, but it would be a waste of time and opportunity for more coin. I’m sure you understand.” Geralt chuckled as he laid Yosen down on the ground. “At least you won’t see the day you outlive your daughter. That is about as much mercy you will get in this life.” Geralt hastily removed the knife from Yosen’s corpse.
He then wiped off the blood soaked blade on Roach’s hind leg and took a random article of clothing and covered it with the murdered man’s blood and put it in his satchel. “C’mon Roach, time to pay a worried young woman a visit.” Geralt continued down the road with his horse to confront an unsuspecting Moldeva.
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This was awesome
