#sub geralt

[0dde11eth]

@help-help-i-need-an-adult

[captainmaxatx]

I’ve never written smut before and I think I wanna give it a try, starting off with Geralt/Jaskier because that’s the smut I read.

Problem is I’m stuck with a bit of choice paralysis over what to write first, so give me some ideas, what do you guys wanna read, I’m very much a top/dom jaskier truther and only interested in monogamous Geraskier.

Give me some smut prompts, as filthy and kinky as you want, can’t promise I’ll write any of it but I just want to know what there is an audience for, it seems like a good place to start

[jay-arts-t]

There is a criminally small amount of Dom Yennefer/Sub Geralt and Top Yennefer/Bottom Geralt fics. What the fuck. First goddamn scene with Yennefer and she's in a dominatrix get up at an ORGY. GERALT IS GERALT. WHATS NOT CLICKING listen, listen, in a relationship there's no "who wears the pants in the relationship" but it's Yennefer. Terrible. Terrible. I guess I have to write my own.

[0dde11eth]

[hold-me-witcher]

I'm sorry, was I supposed to see Jaskier on his knees in chains and not redraw it as him being subby???

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[sleep-0-deprived]

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[geraskierfanficprompts]

Why did they do that tho

Every once in a while I think about how in the books, Geralt does anything and everything for his Dandelion, and goes murdercrazy when Dandelion is threatened/captured, and Geralt loves and looks after his Dandelion at every point And the netflix show made Geralt hate him, ignore him, and barely acknowledge his pain after getting TORTURED I just- YOU DON'T NEED TO BE AN ASSHOLE TO YOUR FRIENDS TO BE A 'BADASS HERO'!

In my heart they are happy and in love and geralt's not a cunt <3 I am a okay with the the half of the fandom that is firm on them just being friends, hell yeah they're friends! Amazing ones, at that! But you know who we all hate? The people who agree with TWN!Geralt's treatment of his bard... For shame... For shame....

[geraskierficrecs]

Anarchy Update!

New chapter here.

Teaser:

It was always a little disappointing to hunt a common criminal.

They could never live up to the quick wit and vicious skills of the Dandelion.  Geralt had become spoiled on plots and heists that were concocted by a master craftsman.  A part of him had always looked forward to the chase, the barbed one liners, and that cocky smirk that haunted his dreams long before he’d learned the taste of his skin.

Now Geralt leaned against the wall of a grimy bar and tried not to roll his eyes at the cliche behaviors around him.  Women dressed in outfits that clung to each line of their bodies leaned heavily against their dance partners, eyes flat and disinterested while their hands slid down to free wallets from their pockets.  A few groups of men and women lingered near the edge of the crowd, carefully watching as they traded cash for small packets of powder or pills.  The undercover cops that had attempted to infiltrate the space had already been escorted out by the sharp-eyed bouncers near  the bar.

All of it felt pedestrian compared to the intensity of a life with Jaskier.  It took all of his effort to keep himself focused on the task at hand rather than simply calling in Eskel to clear out all of this trash.  Geralt toyed with the condensation on his untouched beer and tried not to think about the smells currently assaulting his nose.  

His iconic hair was hidden beneath the plain black baseball cap and he’d taken pains to hide the breadth of his shoulders beneath a baggy flannel. The effect had the added benefit of disguising the shape of the gun at his waist and knife along his spine. Even his eyes were shadowed with the low lights of his preferred corner. 

Jaskier would have teased him for the moody atmosphere. His villain would have seen this all as a tawdry show—all low budget edgy drama. 

It soothed some of his ragged edges to imagine Jaskier’s commentary on the club and its patrons if he were here.  He would have laughed at Geralt’s clunky attempts at disguising himself.  There’s no hiding those biceps, love.  Men have gone to war for less.

[0dde11eth]

Geralt being a brat and getting spanked one evening

The other kaer morons laughing at him when he winces sitting at the breakfast table the next morning

Jaskier is very smug with his work. That'll teach geralt to insult his singing

[goldandlights]

Whoever is the more """""""obvious""""""" dom in a ship due to power dynamic, age, personality or whatever

You can bet my brain want's them to be the sub

[roughentumble]

wait but physical therapist who focuses on kink positive PT and the majority of his clientele is people into kink and Geralt who just needs PT and gets recommended Jaskier by a friend

Jaskier automatically assumes Geralt's PT is kink related (like if it's for his knee he assumes Geralt's kneeling a lot) and Geralt's too shy and flustered about it when he realizes what Jaskier's specialty is to actually correct him

good lord youre a fucking genius

[hold-me-witcher]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Additional Tags: First Times, Oral Sex, Bondage, Dom/sub, Alternate Universe - BDSM, BDSM, Sex, Dom Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Gentle Dom Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Dom Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Sub Jaskier | Dandelion, Non-Human Jaskier | Dandelion, just a tad, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Says "Hmm", Blow Jobs, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Has a Large Penis Series: Part 4 of You have me Summary:

Jaskier has made it very clear and gone into at length how much he enjoys sucking cock. So the fact that Geralt hasn't asked him specifically for a blowjob yet? Rude. It's worth the wait, though. For all parties.

[ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist]

Henry Cavill Masterlist

Here you will find all of my Henry Cavill works, arranged by character and type of work.

One-Shots

Forever And A Day - Explicit - Geralt x Black!OFC - Geralt and Lavinia share a passionate reunion.

Events

You're Mine | Geralt of Rivia + Female Reader + Daddy Kink + “Can you feel how much I want you?” + Darkfic (Sweet Treats Events 2024)

Series

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing)

Touch and Go (possibly ongoing)

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

Requests

Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth - Explicit - Walter Marshall x Reader - You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!

Challenges

Fifteen Minutes - Explicit - Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC - What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.

Headcanons

Hobbies

Events

A Little Fresh Air | Walter Marshall + Female Reader + Public Sex + “Hmm, you’re not very patient, are you?” + Smut (Sweet Treats Event 2024)

One-Shots

Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe - Explicit - Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader - Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.

Some Things You Just Can’t Refuse - Explicit - Dom!Clark Kent x Sub!Reader - A collection of first times with Clark Kent, and one last time.

Don’t Kill My Vibe - Explicit - Clark Kent x BestFriend!Black!Fem!Reader - You help Clark ease the pain of his broken heart.

Requests

Happy Birthday, Cupcake - General - Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader - Clark surprises you for your birthday.

Praise You - General - Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader - Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.

One-Shots

What Are You Doing, StepBro? - Explicit - Humphrey x Stepsister!Reader - You and Humphrey don’t have the best start, but before long you will reach an arrangement.

Requests

Doing Something Unholy - Explicit - Charles Brandon x Reader - This is a prompt fill for some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over.

Series

Scrapbook (finished) - Side characters include Walter Marshall, Evan Marshall, Syverson, and Gus March-Phillipps

One-Shots

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director’s Cut] {DARKER FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Series

Love, Napoleon (ongoing)

One-Shots

I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl - Explicit - Napoleon Solo x Reader - Napoleon wines and dines.

Series

Daddy Knows Best (possibly on hiatus)

One-Shots

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director’s Cut] {DARKER FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Treat Me Like A Slut - Explicit - August Walker x Reader - August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.

Requests

Executive Temptation - Explicit - CEO!August Walker x Employee!Reader - You’ve caught the eye of CEO August Walker. What happens when he asks you to go to his private office?

One-Shots

Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind - Explicit - Sherlock Holmes x Reader - As you were getting close to Sherlock, he stops visiting. You pop over to Baker Street and share an eye-opening moment.

Requests

The Paganini Problem - Mature - Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader - Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him.

Series

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

Challenges

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out - Mature - Syverson x Reader - When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.

Requests

Shape-Up - Explicit - Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches) - Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.

Drabbles

My Little Strawberry - Mature - Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches) - A follow-up to Shape Up. Sy has a conversation with his baby girl while she’s still in your stomach. 

Events

Say It Again | Captain Syverson + Female Reader + Phone Sex + “Hmm, you’re not very patient, are you?” + Smut (Sweet Treats Event 2024)

One-Shots

Nothing More Than An Animal - Explicit - Henry!Wolverine (Cavillrine) x Female!Reader - After entering a dangerous biker bar alone, you’re almost assaulted. You are saved by a mutant with metal claws who might be more animal than man.

Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Clark Kent (Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League)

Humphrey (Stardust)

Charles Brandon (The Tudors)

Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

August Walker (Mission: Impossible - Fallout)

Gus March-Phillips (The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare)

Will Shaw (The Cold Light of Day)

Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes films)

Captain Syverson (Sand Castle)

Evan Marshall (Blood Creek)

Melot (Tristan and Isolde)

Thomas Apreas (Hotel Laguna)

Chas Quilter (The Inspector Lyndley Mysteries)

Stephen Colley (I Capture the Castle)

Henry!Wolvie AKA The Cavillrine (Deadpool & Wolverine)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR HENRY

FULL MASTERLIST IS HERE.

[inexplicifics]

I’m not sure if this is your kind of thing or not, but ever since I thought of it, it has been stuck in my brain and I love it SO MUCH.

So, modern AU. Jaskier is still everyone’s lovable music genius, but he typically sticks to more acoustic style music (somehow the madman actually managed to get his hands on a goddamn lute from a secondhand shop somewhere?? They still make lutes?? Who knew? Certainly not Geralt.), but he has friends all over the local music scene and he’s skilled with so many instruments that, in an emergency, he has been known to sub for bands who are down a member on show night.

And one night someone, maybe Lambert/Aiden, are at a more alt/metal/rock kind of music scene and out comes a band with Jaskier absolutely SHREDDING on an electric guitar. Just absolutely killing it.

(I normally see modern AUs of Jaskier still sticking to folky style or acoustic music, but it makes sense that he would be amazing with any kind of instrument he could get his hands on, and the idea of a Jaskier who is a Electric Guitar God, but just prefers his acoustic, folk music is endlessly entertaining to me for some reason.)

(I really hope I didn’t make this come across like a fic request or anything. I’ve just had this idea in my head and it made me laugh, and I hope it made you laugh, too!

Thanks for your time and I appreciate everything you give to this little corner of the internet to make people’s days brighter.

Hope your day is going well and your 2025 is off to a good start! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°)

This is a delightful plotbunny, and Jaskier is absolutely the sort of person who would teach himself how to play every instrument he could get his hands on just for fun. (I've met people like that, they're terrifying.)

The mental image of Lambert just staring at the stage, jaw hanging open, beer about to fall out of his hand, in blank shock at Jaskier killing it on an electric guitar, is a beautiful one. Thank you!

[sweetdreamcreater]

Elixirs of Fate

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Human Female (OFC)

Warning /tags: smut (18+), NSFW, unprotected sex (practice safe sex, please), creampie, Oral sex, dirty talk, light dom/sub, p in v, fingering.

About: Geralt finally accepts his feelings for Andrea (OFC)

Part 1

“You’re staring, Geralt.” Andrea’s voice was soft, teasing, and laced with something unmistakable. Her lips curled into a sly smile as she leaned back against the counter of her cluttered cottage, one hand resting on a vial of shimmering blue liquid.

Geralt’s golden eyes flickered up to hers, his expression unreadable—or so he thought. But Andrea could see the slight tension in his jaw, the way his fingers twitched at his side. She knew him too well.

“I’m not,” he muttered, gruff as ever. His voice was low, gravelly, but there was a hint of something else beneath it. Something she’d been waiting to hear for months. She tilted her head, letting the firelight catch the sheer fabric of her dress. It clung to her curves like a second skin, the material so thin it left little to the imagination. The neckline dipped dangerously low, and the slit along her thigh teased just enough to make Geralt’s breath hitch. He tried to look away, but his gaze kept drifting back to her, drawn like a moth to flame.

“Liar,” she purred, taking a step closer. The scent of herbs and spices filled the air around her, mingling with something sweeter, something entirely her. “You’ve been staring since you walked in.”

He shifted uncomfortably, his broad shoulders tense under the weight of his armour. “I came for potions,” he said firmly, though his voice lacked its usual edge. “Not… whatever this is.”

Andrea chuckled softly, her laughter like a melody that made his chest tighten. “Oh, I know why you came,” she said, her green eyes locking onto his. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun while you’re here.”

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The first time Geralt had met Andrea, she’d been knee-deep in mud, harvesting rare herbs by the edge of the forest near Kaer Morhen. He’d been on patrol, his senses sharp, his instincts warning him of danger lurking nearby. But when he’d seen her, crouched among the roots of an ancient tree, her auburn hair glinting in the sunlight, he’d momentarily forgotten all about the monsters. “Careful,” he’d called out, his voice cutting through the stillness of the forest. “There’s a leshen nearby.”

She’d looked up, her eyes wide with surprise, but not fear. “I know,” she’d said simply, holding up a small pouch filled with crushed leaves. “That’s why I brought this. It masks my scent.”

Geralt had been impressed despite himself. Most villagers would’ve run screaming at the mention of a leshen. But Andrea wasn’t like most villagers. She was a healer, a potion brewer, and one of the few people who didn’t flinch at the sight of a witcher. Over the months, their paths had crossed more often than he cared to admit. Each time, she’d greeted him with that same confidence, that same spark in her eyes that made him feel… unsettled. And each time, he’d told himself it was better this way. She was reckless, wandering the woods alone, risking her life for ingredients he needed. It was dangerous. Too dangerous.

But tonight, as he stood in her cottage, surrounded by the familiar scent of herbs and the faint crackle of the fire, he found himself questioning everything.

“Fun?” Geralt raised an eyebrow, his tone dry but tinged with curiosity. “Last time I checked, ‘fun’ wasn’t part of your usual services.”

Andrea smirked, setting the vial down on the counter before moving closer. She reached out, her fingers brushing lightly over the hilt of his sword. “Maybe I’m feeling generous tonight,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Or maybe I’m just tired of waiting for you to make the first move.”

His breath caught in his throat as her hand trailed up his arm, her touch sending a jolt of heat through him. He could feel the warmth of her body, so close now, and the way her eyes never left his.

“Waiting?” he echoed, his voice rough.

She laughed softly, the sound sending a shiver down his spine. “Don’t play dumb, Geralt. You’re many things, but oblivious isn’t one of them.” Her fingers grazed his cheek, warm against his cool skin. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. The way you try not to look at me.”

He swallowed hard, his hands itching to reach for her, to pull her closer. But he hesitated, the weight of his doubts pressing down on him. “It’s not safe,” he said finally, his voice strained. “You know that.”

Her expression softened, and for a moment, she looked almost vulnerable. “And what if I don’t care about safety?” she asked, her hand resting against his chest. “What if I care about you?”

Geralt’s heart pounded in his chest, the battle between logic and desire raging within him. He’d spent years building walls, keeping people at arm’s length. But Andrea… she wasn’t afraid of him. She saw past the mutations, the scars, and the rumours. She saw him.

Before he could stop himself, his hand came up to cover hers, his fingers intertwining with hers. “Andrea,” he murmured, her name slipping from his lips like a prayer.

She smiled, and it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “Finally,” she whispered, rising on her toes to close the distance between them. Her lips brushed against his, light as a feather, and yet it was enough to make his knees weak.

He couldn’t hold back any longer. With a low growl, he pulled her flush against him, his mouth crashing down on hers with a hunger that surprised even him. She gasped into the kiss, her hands tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervour.

Her skin glowed in the firelight, smooth and soft, and he couldn’t help but run his hands over every inch of her.

“Geralt,” she moaned, arching into his touch as his fingers explored the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist. Her voice was music to his ears, a symphony of pleasure that drove him wild.

He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed in the corner of the room. The old wooden frame creaked under their combined weight, but neither of them noticed. All that mattered was the way their bodies fit together, the way she trembled beneath him as he kissed his way down her neck…

"Wait," Andrea breathed, her hands pushing gently against his chest. Geralt froze, his muscles taut as he stared down at her, confusion and desire warring in his eyes.

"What is it?" he growled, his voice thick with need.

She bit her lip, her gaze darting toward the vial of blue liquid still sitting on the counter. "The potion..."

Geralt’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smirk as he leaned closer to Andrea, his breath hot against her ear. “The potion can wait,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. His hand traced a path down her side, fingertips brushing over the thin fabric of her dress, feeling the heat of her skin beneath.

Andrea shivered, her body arching slightly toward him, but she feigned resistance, pressing her hands more firmly against his chest. “Geralt, you need it for the hunt,” she murmured, though her voice wavered, betraying her words.

“What I need,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument, “is you.” His fingers grasped the hem of her dress, tugging it upward with deliberate slowness. The fabric slid up her thighs, revealing the soft curve of her hips, and the pale skin of her stomach. Andrea’s breath hitched as his touch grew bolder, his palm sliding up to cup her breast through the flimsy material.

Her nipple hardened instantly under his attention, and Geralt let out a dark chuckle, pinching it lightly between his fingers. “You’re already so eager for me,” he murmured, his eyes locked on hers. “I can feel it.”

Andrea’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t deny it. Instead, she bit her lip, her breathing growing uneven as his thumb circled her nipple, teasing it through the fabric until she couldn’t help but gasp. His other hand moved to her opposite breast, kneading and squeezing with just the right amount of pressure to make her squirm.

“Geralt…” she breathed, her hands finally sliding up to grip his shoulders instead of pushing him away.

“Tell me you want this,” he demanded, his voice rough with desire. His fingers slipped beneath the neckline of her dress, pulling it down to expose her breasts fully. He paused just long enough to admire the sight—her nipples hard and pink, begging for his attention.

“I want it,” Andrea whispered, her voice trembling. “I want you.”

That was all the encouragement Geralt needed. He bent his head, capturing one nipple between his lips, sucking and flicking his tongue over the sensitive peak. Andrea moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair as he lavished attention on her breasts, moving from one to the other, leaving them wet and glistening in the dim light.

He grabbed the hem of her dress once more, pulling it up and over her hips, exposing her completely. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he muttered, his hands gripping her ass, spreading her open. Andrea gasped as he leaned in, kissing and nipping at her inner thighs, driving her wild.

But Geralt wasn’t patient tonight. He rose to his full height, unbuckling his trousers and freeing his cock, already hard and throbbing with need. He pressed the tip against her entrance, teasing her, making her whimper with anticipation.

His hands roamed lower, sliding over her hips and down to her thighs, spreading them apart as he positioned himself between her legs. “On your knees,” he ordered, his voice firm but laced with hunger.

Andrea hesitated for only a moment before obeying, turning around and positioning herself on her hands and knees. The dress clung to her curves, the fabric barely covering her ass as she looked back at him over her shoulder. Geralt’s gaze darkened as he took in the sight of her, ready and willing.

Andrea’s nails dug into the sheets. “Please, Geralt,” she pleaded, her voice shaky. “I need you inside me.”

Geralt thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. Andrea cried out, her body arching as he filled her completely. He gave her no time to adjust, setting a steady, punishing rhythm that had her gasping with every stroke.

One hand gripped her hip tightly, holding her in place, while the other reached around to play with her breasts again. He squeezed and pulled at her nipples, the sensation shooting straight to her core, making her clench around him.

“You feel so fucking good,” Geralt groaned, his pace quickening. His breath came in ragged bursts as he fucked her harder, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

Andrea’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter within her. “Geralt… I’m close…” she managed to gasp, her words barely coherent.

“Come for me,” he growled, his fingers pinching her nipple sharply, sending a jolt of pleasure through her.

That was all it took. Andrea cried out, her body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. She felt Geralt’s grip tighten on her hip, his own release following shortly after as he spilt inside her with a deep, guttural groan.

For a moment, they stayed like that, both of them panting and trembling as they rode out the aftershocks. Then Geralt leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. “Still think the potion can’t wait?” he teased, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Andrea laughed weakly, collapsing onto the bed beneath her. “Maybe… maybe just a little longer,” she admitted, turning her head to look at him with a sly smile.

Part 2

The room was still warm, the air thick with the scent of their shared desire. Geralt lay on his back, one arm draped lazily over Andrea’s waist as she nestled into the crook of his shoulder. Her fingers traced idle patterns across his chest, her breath soft and even against his skin. For a moment, it was peaceful—too peaceful for a witcher used to chaos.

But peace had a way of turning restless when Andrea was involved.

Her hand slid lower, her fingertips brushing the faint trail of hair leading down his abdomen. She felt him tense beneath her touch, his body already responding to her unspoken invitation. “Tired already?” she murmured, her voice dripping with playful mockery as she tilted her head to look up at him.

“Never,” she replied, her smile widening as she propped herself up on one elbow. Her other hand continued its exploration, wrapping around his hardening length and giving him a slow, deliberate stroke. “I think you’ve got one more round in you.”

Geralt’s golden eyes flicked down to meet hers, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You don’t know when to quit, do you?”

He groaned, his head falling back against the pillow. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”

“Oh, I doubt that,” Andrea purred, leaning down to press a kiss to his chest. Her lips trailed lower, leaving a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses along his torso. When she reached his waist, she paused, glancing up at him with mischief dancing in her eyes. “Let me take care of you this time.”

Before he could protest—not that he would have—she lowered her mouth onto him, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip before taking him deeper. Geralt’s breath hitched, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he tangled his fingers in her hair. “Fuck, Andrea…”

She hummed in response, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through him. Her pace was unhurried, almost teasing, as she worked him with her mouth and hands. Every now and then, she’d glance up at him, her eyes dark with desire, and he couldn’t help but wonder how someone so delicate could wield such power over him.

When she finally pulled away, his cock was throbbing, pre-cum glistening at the tip. Andrea wiped her lips with the back of her hand, a coy smile playing on her face. “Now, where were we?”

Geralt didn’t give her a chance to answer. In one swift motion, he flipped her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head as he settled between her legs. His gaze burned into hers, predatory and possessive. “You’re playing with fire, darling.”

Andrea laughed, the sound rich and throaty. “And yet, here you are, ready to burn with me.”

He growled, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he lined himself up with her entrance. With one firm thrust, he was inside her again, both of them moaning at the sensation. He set a steady rhythm, each movement deliberate and deep, as if trying to brand himself into her very soul.

Andrea arched her back, her nails digging into his shoulders as she urged him on. “Harder, Geralt. Please.”

He obliged, his hips snapping forward with increased force. One hand released her wrist to cup her breast, his thumb circling her nipple before catching it between his teeth. Andrea gasped, her body trembling as he bit down lightly, the mix of pain and pleasure sending shockwaves through her.

His mouth moved to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention while his free hand roamed her body, exploring every curve and dip. He loved the way she responded to him, the way her breath hitched and her muscles tightened with every touch. It was intoxicating, knowing he could reduce her to a quivering mess with just his hands and mouth.

“Geralt,” she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m close…”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Releasing her breast, he braced himself on his elbows, his movements becoming more frantic as he chased his release. Andrea’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper still until they were both teetering on the edge.

With a final, powerful thrust, Geralt buried himself to the hilt, his roar mingling with Andrea’s cry as they came together. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them lost in the throes of passion.

As their breathing began to slow, Geralt pressed his forehead to hers, their noses brushing as he looked into her eyes. “Still think I’m tired?”

Andrea chuckled weakly, her fingers trailing down his spine. “Not in the slightest. But maybe… we should take a break. Just for a moment.”

“A moment,” he agreed, though neither of them made any move to pull apart. Instead, they lay there, bodies entwined, savouring the heat and intimacy of the moment.

But moments had a way of slipping by too quickly, especially when Andrea’s hand began to wander once more. “Or…” she whispered, her lips grazing his ear, “we could see just how much more you can take.”