Sunshine & The White Wolf
In which an angry witcher and a ray of sunshine fall in love and have filthy, dirty sex & he lowkey gets rid of his rage by fucking the literal sense out of her.
(GeraltxReader, Sadist!Geralt, Porn with a little plot, Choking, Spanking, Overstimulation, D/s elements, Anal play, Ass eating, Just a whole lotta nastiness tbh.)
Witchers were rumored not to feel anything.
Rumored to be soulless beings â disgusting mutants that could barely even mimic human emotion. That being true would mean Witchers felt no love, no guilt, no lust, nor disgust.
It wasnât true. Witchers did have emotions. They felt all these things as much as the next person, but one thing Geralt had a problem with was that usually, he felt anger.
Anger at his mother, at people he helped, at the world and the people living in it. Anger at so called âdestinyâ, and at people naive willingness to believe in it. Anger at all who tried to force it on him, and anger, at the fact that sometimes, he caught himself doubting his own rationality, thinking maybe âdestinyâ really does exist and isnât just humanityâs way of making sense of all the bullshit.
He was good at hiding this anger. At least, most of it. People saw him as a cranky individual. Rude, at most. But if they knew how he truly felt â at how he wanted the world to burn sometimes... Well, you get the gist.
Usually, the anger brew inside him, making him almost sick to his stomach as it festered and roared. And then he met you.
A pretty little thing, all flowers and sunshine. A light in the disgusting bog called your home town. He found himself visiting often, even after having slayed the werewolf that had tormented your town a while back. He never approached you however. He just liked to watch from afar, hiding his smile at your bright and playful antics.
You approached him first â timidly asking if you could pet his horse, Roach. He agreed, keeping his gruff facade. Of course, you knew it was all an act. Youâd been watching him too. Youâd seen his sweet moments, helping up a fallen child, assisting older women across a busy pathway. But youâd also seen his rage. Heâd try his hardest to hide it, but youâd notice his fist clenched as he watched the mistreatment of a servant girl, or the way his body tensed whenever he saw your infamously corrupt mayor in town, as if willing himself not to rip the man limb from limb.
It didnât take long for things to become intimate with you two. Passing glances turned to something more. Before you knew it, youâd both fallen into bed together where youâd both discovered something very interesting â Geralt, that he enjoyed hurting you, manhandling you, bending you to his every pleasurable and torturous will, and that you, as insane as it sounded, would do anything and everything this man ever asked you to do with great pleasure.
Heâd never say it out loud, nor would you ask, but Geralt was less angry after every sexual encounter you two had together. It was almost like being with you melted away his problems and quenched the roaring flames of his rage. You loved him, and him you, and with this visit, after such a long time apart â nearly three months, he was insatiable.
Right now as he forced your head down his cock, fingers tangled in your hair, and felt the gurlgling choking noises that escaped you as you swallowed around the thick girth of his manhood, he felt a mixture of both guilt. He enjoyed your struggle to breathe â basked in the glory of you giving up the very essence of life to bring him such pleasure.
His bottom lip slips into his mouth and he bites down on it, utterly enamored at the sight of your lips obcenely stretched around the thickness of his cock. Your eyes are glazed over as he fucks your mouth, thrusting rhythmically in and out and in and out of your drooling lips. He holds back a moan everytime he thrusts inwards and is met by a lush, warm resistance that is your uvula and tonsils and tongue, and fuck, every retreat out is a delcious, snug suction, and he mentally curses because how can your mouth be so virgin wet and so cunt warm?
You occasionally let out a whimper, but otherwise remain lax to his rough treatment of you, feeling the place between your thighs grow increasingly wet. There are no panties to cover you either, and you fear that when he moves you from that spot, you would have left a small puddle of arousal.
Geralt suddenly pulls you off his cock, and you sputter, gasping for air, coughing slightly as you stare up at him submssivley, already practically begging for more.
âYou did so good my love.â He tells you, his thumbs wiping at the tears that spilled down your cheeks.
âThank you, sir.â You rasp, wincing slightly at the scratchiness in your throat.
He smirks and guides you up by your hair. Once youâre on your feet, he lets go and you stand between his legs, a bit shaky, but otherwise okay.
Youâre pulled forward into his arms and your hand rest on his shoulders, and youâre a bit giddy, enjoying the warmth of him. His palms run up your thighs, massaging you lightly, a tad bit ticklish.
You feel a little shy though. Youâre completely naked, nude as the day you were born, while heâs still fully clothed, except for his steel hard imposing cock pulled out from his trousers.
You gasp and moan when you feel his fingers rub into you clit from behind, spreading your wetness over your folds. Your knees buckle slightly and your fingers dig into his shoulders. A firm smack lands on your bottom and you jump slightly with a yelp of indignation.
âStand upright.â He commands, and you obey, straightening your shaky legs.
âBend over a bit. Yes, just like that.â He says as you shamefully bend over his shoulder a little, sticking your ass out a little more for him. You can practically hear him smirk.
You mewl as his fingers run over your clit over and over again, spreading your copious amounts of juices over your sex. Your legs start to shake even more from the extertion of keeping this embarrassing position, and Geralt is relishing in your wanton sounds of need and squirming.
When his finger slides into you, your knees buckles again. They slither in and out of you, and a lewd squelching sounds is heard, making you blush.
Suddenly, he gets up and towers over you for a second, then youâre pushed flat against the bed. A gasp leaves you as his hands manhandle you into a position he wants â face down, bottom up high, thighs spread apart.
You whimper into the sheets at the sting of his palm sharply smacking against your ass cheek.
A little yelp leaves you and you try to jerk your body away but his other hand roughly yanks you back into position and he doesnât even need to warn you of what will happen if you do that again.
âArch your back for me, love.â He grunts, and you can hear his hand tugging at his cock, making your stomach clench in need.
You do as he says, whimpering into the sheets in shame at this very undignifying position. You can feel his eyes locked on that place between your legs â that place that was supposed to remain hidden and precious, but you knew he was going to defile.
âI wonder... what I should do to you first.â He murmurs, and you feel a shiver go up your spine.
One of his hands caresses your ass cheek, occasionally pulling at it, spreading you to expose your other hole and youâve never been so embarrassed and turned on in your life because you know heâs very capable of choosing to fuck that hole instead.
âG-Geralt.â You whimper, canting you hips backwards.
You jump and let out a broken sob, struggling to ignore your brain yelling at you to snap your legs shut or rub at the fire that has erupted on your now throbbing pussy. You shake with the strain to not move or touch because all you want to do is soothe the pain brought by Geralt spanking your lower lips.
âDid I say you could speak?â He asks gruffly, and before you answer, his palm meets your cunt sharply again, making you jump with a wail of both pain and raw unadulterated lust.
Your lips shut and you stay quiet, occasionally sniffling in pain at the stinging that just wonât go away if you donât rub at it.
âAw, did I hurt you, little one?â He cooes, his hand bow rubbing at your ass cheek, knowing good and well that thats not where you want him to be.
You let out a whine and nod into the sheets, and he can practically hear you pouting. His hands spread your ass cheeks once more and his cock jerks at the embarrased sound you make, and also at how your pretty little hole clenches around nothing, blowing him pretty little kisses. His thumb brushes against it for a second before he lets go and turns his attention back to your still throbbing cunt.
âLet me see.â He cooes, and you hear his knees his the floor.
Your body tenses as you feel his warm breath waft against your throbbing womanhood. Shame eats away at you as you feel your self drip unto the sheets. He saw that happen, you think.
Suddenly, a warm tongue is laving over your cunt, flat and wet, and your moaning into the sheets, fingers clenching open and closed over them. His hands suddenly close over your wrists and theyâre pulled down, now held where your hips would be.
Pure pleasure courses through you as he widens his mouth over your mound and starts to suck at your whole cunt, his tongue running up and down your slit, catching at every drip of arousal that leaves you. His tongue thrusts into your hole, wriggling lewdly, then out again, licking up and down your slit.
You canât help the uncontrollable moans that leave you as he starts to lick at your clit, hard and firm, then soft and fluttering, teasing you and overstimulating you both at once. His lips wrap around your throbbing nub and he starts to suckle, and a broken keening noise leaves you at the intense pleasure of him suckling at such an intimate place.
His tongue leaves you at some point and your heart catches in your throat because youâre scared for a moment that heâll just leave you like this, but then a gasp of shock leaves you because his tongue is now on your other hole, prodding and flicking against it. You struggle against his hold and a frightened whimper leaves you because you donât understand why this also feels so good.
He smirks slightly and continues to lick your tight, fluttering rosebud, flicking the tip of his tongue against it, then using the tip to push against its resistance till it gives way slightly. He continues to do that, shallowly fucking your asshole with his tongue, then flicking agianst it to get you to relax again, and soon his entire tongue is buried in your ass as he uses your arms to get you to fuck back against his mouth.
You face is buried down in the sheets at this point, mouth wide open as you pant loudly, speechless with sensation, mindlessly quivering at what Geralt does to you.
Youâre embarrased to say it, but youâre on the brink of cumming. It seems that he can sense it, which is probably why he brings your hands up to your ass cheeks. You ashamed to say you instinctively hold yourself open for him, basically sobbing in pleasure into the sheets. With his hands now free, one of them slides between your thighs and your toes curl as his thumb now starts to coax you into unimaginable bliss, rubbing firmly at your clit.
You donât know when you start begging and pleading into the sheets, but Geralt is pleased to hear that itâs you beggung for him not to stop and to please make you cum.
His tongue is still buried deep in your ass, undulating like a serpent, when he puckers his lips at the same time and starts to suck against your sensitive, fluttering rim all while his hand commits utter sinful actions against your dripping cunt and you barely recognize the wail of completion that leaves your mouth as you cum, hard.
Geralt laughs against your rim, tongue still undulating inside you as you cum, elongating your orgasm. His fingers againt your clit feel so fucking good as you cum, and soon you start to whimper because heâs not letting up, his tongue now flicking against your swollen, overly sensitive rosebud. You shake and cry out when his fingers continue to rub against you.
âG-Geralt! T-Too much! Please! Oh fuck!â You cry out, jerking your hips away. You successfully crawl up the beds, now on your back, shutting your thighs closed as you stare at him at the base of the bed.
He does not look impressed. Your heart picks up in speed as he gets up to his feet, towering over you, irriation written on his face.
You quickly skitter back towards him before he even says anything, and you stare up at him from your knees. His hand comes up and holds your cheek delicately and your eyes fall closed, savoring this gentle moment with him. But that doesnât last.
A choked gasp leaves you when his hand suddenly wraps around your throat and tugs you up, and your knees leaves the bed, legs dangling as you paw at his arm. He looks pleased as usual when he sees you in pain, the sadist in him eating it up. You feel yourself get wet too, as well as heavy headed from the lack of oxygen.
He pushes you backwards and youâre gasping for air as you hit the bed, limp as you pull the air into your lungs greedily. He yanks at your ankle, pulling you till your ass is at the base of the bed and he pushes your knees towards your ears. Your neck strains to see what heâs about to do but then you feel it.
A gasp tears out of you along with the whisper of fuck as his cock pierces into you, sliding into your squeezing cavern. He groans as he finds himself enveloped in your wet warmth, clenching rhythmically against his length as your cunt instinctively tries to push out his imposing manhood.
His hand rests againt your throat as he starts to fuck you, not quite choking you, but reminding you of your place. He stares down at how your cunt is stretched obscenely around his girth, almost thigh to thigh, your liquid ambrosia covering his length. Every thrust leaves you breathless as he reaches depths his fingers nor yours could ever reach. It almost aches as the head of his cock meets resistance where your cervix is, but itâs an ache you welcome, pulling your legs further apart with your arms.
âYes, yes, yes!â You chant, voice shaking along with your legs as he cants his hips back and forth, rubbing his length along your walls, the delicious friction bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
He groans as your cunt starts to basically suck at his cock, every retreat met by what feels almost like a grasp, a suction, a plead from your cunt. Youâre so wet now, dripping down his balls as he pounds into you, forcing your pussy to yield to his abuse. You canât help the yelps that leave you now as each thrust jostles you, and soon, heâs quite literally fucking you into the mattress.
His hand tightens and relaxes around your throat, choking you when he wants to, and letting you breathe when he decides to. Heâs nearly laying on top of you now, drilling you hard and deep, his lips next to you ear as he whispers filthy, thrilling words into it.
âSuch a warm, wet cunt for me, huh? All mine. Mine to abuse how I want to. You fucking love when I do this to you, huh?â He whispers, his words punctuated by a particularly rough row of thrusts that leave you speechless, simply punching the air out of your lungs.
âYouâre so fucking good for me, love. Taking what I give you, right? Holding yourself open for me like this. Such a good girl.â He praises you, his thrusts slowing down, this time, pushing deeper into you, and you cry out his name at the hot drag of his cock in and out of your quivering cunt.
âYesss, fuck me Geralt! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeâ God!â You squeal as your begging throws him into a frenzy.
He grunts now as he pounds you hard and fast, lewd squelching sounds filling the room as his cock is squeezed by your walls like raw fruit, yeilding sweet, filthy juices down the crack of your ass.
Heâs growling into your ear, then sucking at your neck, then licking at your lips, thrustung his tongue into your mouth in the filthiest action that you canât even calls a kiss. Youâre nearly there, just teetering on the edge of a blinding orgasm.
Heâs suddenly canting forward a little steeper and you screech, fucking beside yourself in pleasure because the place where his cock meets his hips in now rubbing against your clit, causing the most insane amount of pleasure with itâs constant friction and your crying now, sobbing because its all just so fucking good and heâs fucking you so hard and the string snaps. Nothing could have prepared you for how fucking hard you cum.
You can vaguely hear yourself scream his name as your legs wrap around his hips, entire body spasming and jerking in his arms. Your eyes roll back and clenching hard rhythmically around his cock as you orgasm harder than you ever have, and with a loud groan, heâs splurting his seed inside you.
A burst of warmth fills your cunt and heâs panting loudly, as he fucks you both through your orgasms, milking them for all theyâre worth. It must be part of his mutation, because no mere man can cum this much, and you feel bloated and full and round with his seed. He pants heavily into your neck as his cock twitches in the warm heat of his cum and your cunt. He doesnât want to pull out, but knowing that you wonât remain comfortable for much longer, he sits up and does.
An obscene splurting sound is heard, like when a tube of icing is stepped on, as fat dollops of his cum comes out following his cock, thick dribbles of it dripping down to your asshole. You shudder, as its still warm and the feeling arouses you. You whimper and look up at him, only to tense in shock.
His cheeks are flushed and his bottom lip is sucked into his mouth as he stares at your now sullied private parts.
Oh my god, youâre insatiable.
You donât even realize you said it out loud until he laughs, a dark laugh that has you wet again. His eyes move up and meet yours, and his hand slips down between your thighs. You legs twitch as his fingers make contact with the mess of cum leaking out of your hole.
You see his other hand come up, and you notice a vial containing a black liquid in it. He pops it open with his thumb, and simply takes a small sip of it, barely a few drops really. You know what it is. It enhances his fighting skills from what youâve seen. He grunts, and you donât know why, but you feel yourself get even more aroused as his skin pales and his eyes go black, staring down at you with promise of danger and fun.
A smirk slides unto his lips at the sight of your chest rising and falling rapidly and he can smell the lust coming off you in waves.
Youâre flipped over unto your stomach in an instant, and manhandled into position, hips high in the air once again. The feeling of his thick thumb sliding against your back hole has you shuddering and keening.
Insatiable, he thinks with a smirk. Oh, you have no idea.
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