AN: I don't own any Witcher material from Netflix, the games or books. I've not read or played any of the games or books and I've only watched half of the series on Netflix but I just can't get over how hot Henry Cavill is! This fic is just about what Geralt gets up to at night. This is only my second smutty? Fic but I hope you enjoy!
Celeste had never been with a Witcher before and he was all the stories told off, and more. The man was built like a big, beautiful, silver haired bull. With all the muscle, strength and power rippling under his scarred, bruised skin.
Today had obviously been a rough day for him and he was in need to get rid of some spare pent up energy and then relax a little. Celeste was all to happy to give him what he wanted. She sent a silent 'thank you' up to the Gods for giving her one night with this gorgeous man, Geralt of Rivia.
She wanted to take her sweet precious time with this Witcher, giving him all the love, care and attention that she had in her. She wanted to do her very best to please him. Even though she only had an hour with him she had already decided that she wanted him all night long, even if her boss disagreed with this. He was her last client of the night, so fuck what her boss said. After Geralts hour was up and he had paid, she was done for the night so she was allowed to do whatever she wanted for the rest of the night, in this case Geralt.
Geralt had entered the brothel late and asked the barkeep for the most beautiful whore he had. He hadn't disappointed.
He now lay on his back slightly propped up by numerous pillows on a decent sized soft bed as the most beautiful being he had ever laid eyes upon straddled his hips. She had soft golden ringlets that fell midway to her back, big blue eyes; the darkest blue he had ever seen and soft, full very kissable lips. He had one hand round her tiny waist as his clothed erection pressed up into her and she responded by grinding down lightly, teasing him and causing him to become even more painfully erect.
She kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin at the side of his neck. A particular bite to the right spot caused him to buck up against her again. "Celeste." He growled out, fisting his hand into her soft hair and giving it a tug. She came up from his neck with a soft smile, "we have all night Witcher, no need to be so impatient."
"I paid for only an hour." He retorted.
"The hour is paid for. However the rest of the night I can do as I please." And she went back to kissing his neck. Geralt allowed himself a small smile to grace his lips. She was his for a whole night!
He placed both hands on her hips rocking her gently back and forth over his swollen cock. His hands grabbing at the flimsy white night dress she wore. Honestly she might as well not have been wearing anything at all. Come to think of it, she would look spectacular naked on top of him. He grabbed the hem of the dress and bought it up and over her head in one swift move. He ran his calloused hands down her sides then back up her belly and cupped each of her generous sized breasts and gave a good squeeze. She let out a hearty moan and pushed her chest more into his hands. He massaged them both, pinched the nipples till they hardened. She sat up properly now in his lap so he could take in her full naked form. Her skin looked so soft and pale in the light from the fire place and full moon beams coming in from the window. The moonlight caused her hair to shine a dull golden silver. The Witcher resisted the urge to reach out his hands to gently touch her face to make sure she was real and this wasn't some, super realistic sex dream he was having after passing out from too much ale or a blow to the head. Honestly either could be possible.
She continued her movements on his cock, reassuring Geralt that this was no dream. Each thrust made her tits bounce up and down wonderfully, delighting the Witcher to no end.
He bought one hand down from her breast gliding it down lower and lower until he reached her woman hood, she was already so wet for him. His fingers roamed till he found that magic little nub of skin and applied pressure to it and rubbed it in circles. "Geralt..." She panted out, "Oh Gods, Geralt." He just grunted in response. "Will you let me ride you, please?" she asked of him sweetly, looking down at him with big blue eyes. How could a man say no? "Sure."
"Then help me get your trousers off." She replied tugging at his belt and undoing the first few buttons. He helped her get the trousers off, then he too was in his full naked glory. Celeste just stared at him, mouth slightly agape, she couldn't help but stare. His body was amazing, so muscly, so toned, so pale. She decided every inch of his chest and torso needed to be worshipped by her mouth. She started placing hot wet kisses from his chest, across his nipples and down, down, down where his throbbing member stood tall and proud.
My god he was huge. Celeste moistened her lips with her soft pink tongue and lent forward giving the tip of his cock a kiss and then licking from the base right the way back to the tip before she took him into her mouth. Geralt tried to stifle a groan but failed as he watched his cock disappear into that beautifully wet warm mouth of hers. He placed his hand in her hair and just held on, not forcing her to do anything, he just needed something to hold onto too. Celeste expertly guided her hand up and down the base of his cock which she couldn't fit into her mouth as she licked, sucked, nipped and kissed the rest. She soon settled on a steady rhythm that had the usually quiet and composed Witcher moaning, groaning and even growling as he involuntarily bucked into her mouth. She smiled knowing he was almost about to cum when the hand in her hair tightened and his thrusting became more erratic.
Panting out her name he came hard into her mouth. She swallowed down as much as she could while giving him a few more sucks to milk him off his seed. She removed her mouth with a small pop and an accomplished smile on her face.
"I need to be inside of you. Now." Geralt ordered as he pulled her into a passionate kiss, his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth, then ravishing it. He could taste his tangy salty essence still in her mouth, which weirdly turned him on even more. His hands travelled to her arse and gave a good hard squeeze causing her to moan. "I need you inside me too," she replied "but I still get to ride you first."
"Whatever you want." His golden eyes were shining brightly with desire. She lightly gripped his throbbing length and positioned it above her wet core and lowered herself inch by glorious inch onto his thick cock. Once fully sheathed she took a moment to adjust to his size. "Oh wow Geralt, you're so big."
"And you're so tight, Celeste." He pulled her forward locking their lips into another passionate kiss as he thrust up into her wet, tight, pussy. She met him with as much power and enthusiasm as she could muster, riding him hard and fast as his cock sank incredibly deep into her, hitting all the right places. Soon she was a panting mess, her breath coming out in quick sharp gasps as he pounded into her. His hands were pawing at her arse, her breasts, groping any piece of flesh to pull her against him again and again.
Celeste just slumped over his chest letting him take control as he thrust faster and harder, the friction rubbing her clit causing her to tremble and moan out his name over and over like a mantra grounding herself to earth.
It didn't take long before Geralt could feel himself reaching his climax. With one last burst of energy he grabbed her hips and pounded up into her, her tits rubbing against his chest, he gave her arse a few good smacks causing her to cry out in pleasure. "Oh, fuck, Celeste I'm going to fucking cum."
"Me too, Geralt, me too." It only took a few more thrusts and she came all over his cock, Geralt soon followed suit with a growled out 'Fuck'.
Celeste slumped onto him, fully spent and worn out as she tried to catch her breath. That was the most mind blowing sex she had ever had. She chanced a glance at the Witcher who was staring down at her with golden eyes gleaming and a small smile of content on his face. He was busy stroking her hair and running his other hand gently over her back. She reached up and gave him a light kiss on the lips. "Well Geralt, that was the best sex I've ever had. Trust me I've had a lot, but you are truly the best." Geralt just hummed and mumbled a quick "thanks." He was truly tired after the day he had had. As much as he wanted to take this beautiful lady again and again late into the night, his mind and body just wouldn't allow it and he was soon pulled into a deep blissful sleep, Celeste falling asleep contentedly in his arms too.
AN: Oh dear, I hope it wasn't that bad and not too amateurish. Might turn it into a two part depending on what you guys want and like . Likes and constructive criticism are welcome!