This is EASILY the filthiest thing I’ve ever written. There is no plot. I just really couldn’t stop thinking about Geralt throat fucking me, okay?
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Warnings: SMUT! It’s so rough, if you aren’t into that plz move along.
“I wanna see my cock bulging through that little throat” The Witcher choked you: one giant hand effortlessly wrapped around your throat and squeezing tightly to punctuate his intention.
You lay sprawled on the bed, sweaty and writhing. Geralt made his way to the opposite end and pulled you roughly towards him. You were on your back, panting toward the ceiling. He effortlessly dragged you to the edge of the mattress, so your head dangled off and the rest of your naked body laid vulnerably before him. He positioned himself in front of you. He is so very huge and tall, he had to widened his stance to get closer to your level. Your forehead sat between his giant, hairy thighs and the weight of his impressive balls rest pressed against your face. You were consumed by his manly smell and licked your lips with anticipation.
Geralt had already made you cum three times, you were already wet and worn but he had a way of making you- well, cock drunk. You simply couldn’t have enough of him and you were deliriously at his every whim.
As if reading your mind he growled above you,
“you’re such a little slut for this cock, aren’t you princess?” His massive length twitched above you, tickling your lips and your chin.
“Mhmmm” you sang in response bucking and wriggling your hips missing him inside you- any part of him in any hole would do. When he had you like this, you felt empty without him filling you-just as he intended. You brought your fingers up to squeeze your hardened nipples, desperate for more pleasure and continued wriggling for Geralt. You felt a sharp sting as his hand came down firm on the fleshy part of your hip.
“I don’t remember giving you permission to touch those, princess”
You whined at him and kicked your feet defiantly. You were frustrated, truly aching for more pleasure. Geralt had such a way of getting you to this humiliating and exhilarating state.
“Hmmmmm,” he beamed down at you, pleased with how desperate and pathetic you were for him. You felt his large, calloused hands drag up your sides from your hips all the way up to your cheeks, which he held for a moment to bring your eyes up to him. You savored every inch of his touch. He was looking down at you wickedly, smiling and a low growl resonated deep in his chest. He released your head to dangle off the bed again and took your wrists roughly.
“Now, hold on like a good little girl” he put your hands around his thick thighs and you held on obediently. He drew his hips back momentarily to position himself before your mouth. Your lips fell open for him and a moan escaped, to which he chuckled deep and gravely, amused by your pathetic plea.
He pushed his length into you, allowing you a moment to stretch your neck and make room for him. He threw his head back and groaned loudly. He inhaled again sharply through his teeth. You found it nice to take him in your throat like this, and he knew he could slam into you from this angle with a dangerous force. He pulled back and winced as his cock left you, before slamming back in and groaning again.
You felt his fingers lightly reach your throat.
“Gods you take me so well. Look how my cock bulges in that tiny little throat” he moaned, almost to himself. He continued pumping in and out of your throat like this, meeting the light touch of his fingers that admired the depth he achieved in your throat. He traced the outline of his cock underneath your thin skin before pulling out a few times, in true admiration.
Admiring himself ignited a sadistic fire in him- he can be quite arrogant. Geralt’s strong legs gained so much force in this position, he soon was easily fucking your skull into the mattress. His balls clapped on your face lewdly, but you loved it. The Witcher was right, you were a cock slut, desperate to take in as much of him as you possibly could. You dug your nails into the back of his hairy thighs and he pounded your face even harder, encouraged by your invitation. He was merciless, treating your throat rough like he would your pussy, disregarding the fact that your throat served other purposes- not to Geralt, not right now.
“Such a nice little hole for Daddy to pound, princess”
You struggled to breathe through your nose, suffocating slightly under the heat of his entire undercarriage. You gargled and choked inadvertently on his hard, giant cock but he did not skip a beat. He established a quick and powerful rhythm driving and pounding into your face with no reserve.
“Fuck, y/n” he moaned between thrusts above you, clearly starting to come undone. He quickly worked to hitch one foot up on the bedframe for more leverage and your eyes widened, you whined and fussed as he adjusted knowing what would follow.
“Shhhhh, be still for daddy”
With one leg hitched up and one still planted on the floor, he brought his cock to your lips again. You were hesitant this time, knowing with this new position would come hardly tolerable power behind his thrusts.
“Say ah” he growled at you and your lips fell apart for him obediently. He slid into you and moaned loudly bringing his hands to your hips. He wrapped his hands underneath you, and grabbed you roughly by your ass cheeks. He brought you even closer to him, shoving his cock deeper down your throat.
Once settled with his new grip and stance, Geralt bore into your face with an unparalleled force. Your hands left his thighs and gripped the side of the mattress for support. You whined and gargled, slobber and precum dripping down your face and into your eyes, which were tearing from the rough treatment. Geralt’s balls were slapping into the wet mess, making your face look even more destroyed with every thrust. He grunted and yelled with most every thrust and his cock was absolutely rigid inside you. You whimpered, thought you might vomit, but you didn’t.
“Take that big cock you slut” Geralt growled angrily over you, feeling you fade beneath him. The sloshing and gargling in your throat heightened as his pace quickened. You whimpered and cried as your stamina faded-his body weight slamming into your head, the blood rushing all to your battered brain and the mush of your thoughts clouded by a persistent pathetic desperation.
Geralt howled, throwing his head back and digging his nails into your ass cheeks, he was almost lifting you as he drove your whole body, backwards into his cock and spilled into you. You held your breath, knowing you would surely choke and/or vomit if you tried to breath through his orgasm. You felt his giant load exploding right down your throat. He twitched inside you, each movement punctuated with a labored groan as every last drop drained from his cock. He finally pulled from you and you sat up abruptly, coughing and wiping your face.
“Gods I love wrecking that pretty little princess face with my cock” he brought a hand gently to your face, helping to wipe the slobber from your cheeks. He patted your back lovingly as you continued to cough and regain your breath. Patting turned into gentle rubbing as his giant hands made their way easily all over you.
You regained your breath finally and had stopped your eyes from watering. You brought your gaze to meet Geralt’s again and licked your lips at him. His cock twitched at the sight, already ready for more.
“There she is” he praised.
SO FILTHY! Plz share thoughts below omg. I’ll tag people tomorrow it’s literally 3am I just wanted to get this out there for y’all to enjoy. Someone lock me up.
