“Cum, if you want to breath.”
A delicious, albeit plotless fic is which Geralt fucks you nine ways past sunday while choking the coherence out of you. Sounds fun until your brain is too busy trying to breathe and ignores the fact that you very desperately need to cum. I’m disgusting lol. Enjoy!
(Porn without Plot, Breath play, Choking, Sadist!Geralt, Crying, Overstimulation, Orgasm Denial, Face slapping, Rough sex, Dirty talk.)
A series of breathless whimpers and cries leave your lips as Geralt fucks you deep and hard, the soft head of his cock pressing against your cervix each time he bottoms out.
He’s hitting every spot you could possibly imagine in this position, your legs over his shoulders as he pounds into your overflowing cunt. You can hear the obscene sound of your juices and his balls meeting as they slap against your ass. His cock, thick and girthy with veins stretches you deliciously as it makes its way in and out of you, spreading your walls to accommodate him. You can feel every thrust as your nerves are ignited with the pleasure he’s giving you.
“Yes! Oh fuck!” You scream as he starts to speed his thrusts, the friction of him driving you wild.
His hand suddenly comes up and wraps around your throat and you gasp as it tightens, allowing you air into your lungs, but squeezing at the veins along side your jugular, stopping the blood from entering your head. You immediately feels the effects, breathing slowing. Your mouth falls open and you start to get tunnel vision, only able to moan incoherently as your entire body is jostled by the pounding of his hips.
He licks into your mouth, his tongue curling in and finding yours as he fucks you into the mattress. His fingers flex and unflex around your neck sporadically as he allows you about five seconds of oxygen every once in a while as to keep you breathing, but barely. You’re nearly brain dead with pleasure and the lack of oxygen, eyes rolled to the back of your head and mouth being thoroughly used by his as he licks into it.
You can feel your pussy squeezing around his length with every plunge into it, preparing for and orgasm so strong, you can feel it licking fire up your spine. You feel cold, but his every touch is warm, hot, against your neck, against your breasts, his lips against yours, the tongue rubbing away in your mouth, and his cock, gods, his cock. It was ablaze, the heat of it making your thighs shake.
“You’re making such pretty sounds. Look at you, fucking desperate for my cock, aren’t you?” He asks, breathless as he continues to viciously pound his hips against yours.
You can barely hear anything over the pounding of your heart in your ears, but you can vaguely hear desperate, wanton noises, like a bitch in heat as he fucks your brains out. His fingers continue to flex around your throat and you start to whimper because the lack of oxygen is making it harder for you to cum. Your body is too concentrated on getting oxygen, and is ignoring the tense fire that has gathered in your core, roaring to be released. You need to cum.
Geralt notices the urgency in how your hips are moving up to meet his thrusts, and he finds it cute how your hands start to grab at his arm, trying to get him to stop choking you. But he knew it was all for form because you’d never try to disobey. If you needed something immediately, you would safe word, or give the safety signal. This was just you being a brat. He laughed at your desperate sounds as your need to cum grew greater and greater. It was as if your brain was edging you, too busy trying to survive to notice the immense ball of pleasure that has built in in that apex dripping between your legs.
His free hand comes up and you gasp at the slap that lands against your cheek, your head swiveling to the side. You whimper and stop grabbing at his arm, knowing that that was a warning.
You obey and your lips fall open, and he smiles at the high pitched keens that leave you, punched out by each powerful thrust into your cunt. He moans too as you clench around his length rhythmically, signaling that you’re gonna cum very, very soon. He immediately tighten his hand around your throat and thrusts his tongue into your mouth again. The filth of the action throws you into a frenzy and you moan wildly and desperately into his mouth, hands grabbing at his waist as to get him to fuck you harder. His mouth leaves yours and you’re sobbing now, thought it sounds breathless. After a few minutes, your hands go limp, falling beside you as you openly sob, overcome with the urge to cum. It felt impossible. You needed stimulation. You needed his finger against your clit, or his mouth. You were so needy at this point, you feared that his words would push you over into an orgasm strong, you wouldn’t be able to handle it.
“Such a good slut. You wanna cum, Y/n? You wanna cum on my cock?” He asks breathily, fucking into you harder now.
You sob out a choked ‘yes’, pleading with your eyes between wails of pleasure. Deep down, you knew what he was doing. He wanted to make you cum untouched, the fucking sadist. He knew the lack of oxygen was messing with your brain.
“You feel so good baby.” He groans as his hand tighten even more around your neck, and you feel yourself on the fine line of passing out and cumming harder than you’ve ever cum before.
“G-Geralt.” You choke out, head clouded with lust as he pounds into you harder and harder, each thrust promising you that you’d definitely not be able to walk tomorrow. His lips move to your ear and as he breathes against it, you hear the words that throw you over the edge.
“Cum, if you want to breathe.” He grits through clenched teeth.
Your walls spasm wildly around his length, and with a surprised shout at the sudden overwhelming tightness, he cums hard, flooding your cunt, bathing your womb in his thick spunk. Each pump of his semen into you is answered by a wild spasm of your cunt. Your mouth is open in a silent scream as your brain finally catches up with your cunt, sending waves and waves of bliss through you. His hand loosens around your throat, and the sharp bite of oxygen that saturates your blood and lungs reignites you’re orgasm and your wailing as you cum around his cock again, squirming and grabbing at him, frightened of the way your feeling. Geralt grins and starts to thrust into you again, fucking you through your orgasm, and to your astonishment, into another orgasm that has you basically seizing under him, openly sobbing at what feels like heaven against your abused cunt. His thrusting slows, then finally stops, punctuated by one last powerful thrust that has you keening.
He pulls out of you and sits up, then swiftly but gently pulls you into his arms, ignoring the wet sound of his cum dripping out of you and into his thigh. He’ll clean it later. Your entire body is limp against his as you catch your breath, still feeling woozy from the whole experience.
“You did so good my love. Such a good girl. My good girl.”
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