Geralt accepted the bulging coin purse from the village elder, tucking it into his travel pouch. With a nod, he turned to leave, heading for the outside of town when a small group caught his attention near the tavern. Stopping a little ways away, he listened in, pretending to read the road sign.

"Maybe we should have the witcher deal with miss Kara" one of the men said. "Will only be a matter o' time afore the young miss turns her dark spells to the town."

"Aye" another man joined in. "she's been strange since that vampire killed her parents. T'ain't no secret that she turned to witchcraft."

Geralt raised a brow and sighed inwardly. He had seen the young tailor when he spoke with her about her parents death. He felt no dark aura from her, perhaps a faint sense of magic, but she seemed more rooted in herbs than sorcery. Yet as witch frenzy spread through the lands of Velen, this young woman was likely to be targeted if he did nothing.

"I can look into it, if you would like." he said, speaking loud enough that the group could hear him. "Do it for free too, unless she uses her magic on me. If I survive the night with her, she's no sorceress." he finished, getting nods of approval from the group.

Geralt knocked at the door of the woman's house, regarding the young woman, likely hardly twenty as she opened the door.

"Master Witcher!" Kara exclaimed, surprised to see the handsome man again. "What can I do for you?" she asked, opening the door to let him in. Behind him, she could see the people in the streets watch with a keen eye as he walked inside.

"The folk of the village think you're a sorceress." he said, speaking plainly as he looked around her one room cabin. Bundles of herbs stood by a basin of water along with some clothes in need of mending.

Kara's lovely face turned to a brief scoff "Because I collect herbs now and not simply mend?" she sighed. The lovely woman's voice was melodious and had no touch of the country slang that her fellow villagers used. "I started after my parents died, true. However I did so from desire to learn how to save a life with the bounty of nature." she said, watching him nod "I have been studying in secret with the village herbalist. I even chose to learn to be a midwife. I watched my parents die, Master Witcher. Why would I wish more death on the world?"

Geralt nodded, sensing no deception from her as she spoke. "I told them if I survived a night with you, that you were hardly a dark spirit." he said with a small smirk.

A smile burst from her lips, along with a small, nervous laugh. "Then I suppose we should prove them wrong..." she remarked, reaching behind her and pulling at the strings holding her dress up. Her gown fell away to pool at her floor, exposing her body like a sculpter reveals his masterpiece. Her body was small, but blossoming in its womanhood.

Gerelt felt his eyes linger on the beauty as she moved closer, biting her lip as if deciding if she should kiss him or not. His own body felt hard, aroused by the sight of her supple flesh and her open invitation. Making the choice for her, he bent and captured her lips in one fluid motion, crushing her small body to his armored, muscular one. She let out a soft whimper of pleasure before he released her, quickly starting to throw his gear and clothing down on the spot. She backed up, blue eyes wide as she watched him bare first his chest, then everything to her. His member was already hard from just the sight of her.

The Witcher paced up to the girl like a predator to prey, strong hands wrapping around her waist and lifting her to wrap her legs around his waist. "Which way is the bed?" he asked huskily. She clung to him, feeling his hard member press against her. Letting out a breathy groan, she pointed, and he began to move, laying her on the bed a moment later.

He could still hear her heartbeat and sense the nervousness in her actions as he laid her down. Leaning up, he decided to put her at ease. He captured her mouth again, his mouth less forceful as he kissed her this time, ready to put her at ease. This sensual kiss lasted until he felt her shift, move her legs so that he could feel his tip against her warm entrance. She'd grown more comfortable as he kissed her, his hands stroking her body gently, more importantly, she'd grown aroused. Her body was warm and moist against his tip, making him groan in yearning. Pulling away from his kiss, she slipped her slender hands to his shoulders and gave him a small smile and a nod.

He blinked, his testosterone slowing enough for him to realize something he should have noticed from the start. "You're a virgin." he remarked, pulling back from her a few inches.

Blushing, she nodded, but grabbed his arm as he started to pull away. "I choose to give my first time to you!" she said, making him look at her. "Look around my village! None of the men would take my hand anyway. Like that legend, about the girl that was so beautiful that men would only stare but none wished to marry her. That is my life in this village. I would die a lonely old maid if I were to stay here. I do not wish to though. I wish to leave... and I wish to thank you in this way. Please, do not leave my bed this night. My flesh is yours to sample" she said, tone pleading.

With a sigh, Geralt settled back between her legs, his body aching with desire, but his mind wondering if it was truly a good idea. Lust overcame his senses and he moved closer, positioning himself to enter her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he thrust, deep and to the hilt, feeling her membrane break and her body tighten in mix of shock and pain. Her head arched back and her fingers dug into him as she fought to keep silent, not wanting her neighbors to know what she was up to. Geralt remained still, letting her body adjust, already he could smell the faint metallic scent of her blood, confirming that he had, in fact, claimed her purity. After a minute, small gasps showed her getting herself under control before she nodded again. He needed no further encouragement; he began to thrust, his hard length piercing her deep, filling her small body. He could feel her tight walls around him as he pushed, knowing that her gasps were mixed pain and pleasure. It didn't take long for him to finish, his thrusts growing harder and deeper, feeling something give way in her body, he finished, pouring his sterile seed inside her. She gasped, soft whimpers leaving her.

The rest of the night was spent in bliss as Geralt made sweet love to her, ravishing her body in every way he knew of until she fell into a sated sleep near dawn. He brushed the hair from her face, looking at the girl who gave her innocence to him, when most others wouldn't. She would be a hard one to forget. Getting up, he decided to leave before most of the village could wake and wonder what he was doing there.

He'd heard of a monster to the east where a village put a contract on it, he'd head there. He stopped and looked back towards the bed Kara slept in. "I hope you find the life you wish for." he said simply before walking out the door, not intent on returning.

Kara awoke to an empty bed and house, and she sighed. She wasn't sure what she had thought would happen come morning, but he was gone. Brushing her hair out with a bone comb, she dressed herself and set to work.