When the Wolf and Fox Play

Geralt's mind raced in his dreams this night. They seemed to be more in tune with his concerns than usual even. He needed to catch Ciri before she got hurt. He needed to work his way through strange places with some kind of an elf. And Yennefer was pestering him about something from her bathtub in the last dream, her nude form on display. Geralt tossed and turned and eventually found himself waking up in near complete darkness. Only the light of a few candles next to the bed and the moon from an open window lit the room. He remembered who was next to him under the covers.

Triss Merigold's body gave off a comforting warmth as if her specialty of magic were emanating through her body. Geralt's chest and frontal body was pressed against the back of hers. He recalled how he ended up here. How he thought that Triss left on the ship to Kovir but returned only a minute later. How they had made love in the lighthouse outside Novigrad later that night. Geralt and her had stayed in the continents largest city for several days since then. He knew he needed to get to Skellige and try to find Yennefer and Ciri but he wasn't ready to leave Triss yet.

Her body shifted slightly and now that he was more awake, Geralt realized where a slight discomfort was coming from. He slowly moved his hand down his body and felt the pulsating erection he had gained from his dream. It was almost painful in its tight spot, angling downwards towards Triss's upper thighs. They were both naked under the covers, his right arm wrapped around her waist. She breathed gently and Geralt felt her body rise and fall slowly under his grasp. He wondered if she could feel his predicament in her sleep. He knew that it was not going to be easy to make it go away on its own. And the images of Yennefer's nude form were still in his mind, making him feel conflicted. He wanted to be done with her in that way. But it was like she was calling to him, telling him what he would be missing if he stayed with Triss.

Geralt slowly pulled his arm away from her body and as quietly as he could, shifted his body so he was laying on his back. He missed the feeling of her flesh touching his but dealing with this was more important. His hand grabbed hold of his sizable length of eight and a half inches and tried to move up and down. He hadn't had to do this in a while and he found it rather disappointing to need to return when there was a beautiful woman in bed next to him. However, he did not wish to wake her. Little did he know that Triss Merigold was already awake and aware.

Geralt closed his eyes as he stroked himself under the covers, trying to move the images of Yennefer from his mind but failing. Her black hair, violet eyes, and nude body distorted by the water from the bath kept coming back to him. His member felt better now that it had more room and was being touched but it was still uncomfortable. He thought he heard something to his side and turned his head. Triss Merigold's green eyes reflected slightly in the moonlight. The flame from the candles softly lit up the side of her face as she looked right at him.

"Having trouble?" she said with a devilishly seductive voice. Geralt's hand stopped in its movement and he gasped slightly at the realization of him being caught. He could tell through the dim light that she was smiling.

"It's nothing," he said sternly. He was embarrassed. "Let's just get back to sleep."

She moved one of her legs over his and pressed her bare thigh against his stiff penis. "It doesn't feel like nothing to me," she purred. Geralt sighed and tried to look at the ceiling to hide the awkwardness on his face. After a few silent seconds, she prompted him again. "Were you dreaming about someone?" Her voice was like a tray of treats and candies, almost as warm as her body.

He looked back at her. "Yes."

She leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Her breasts pressed against his arm. "I hope it was me," she whispered to his mouth. Geralt didn't know what to say back. Not the truth, that much was certain. His penis was growing even more unruly now that she was touching it with her thigh, as well at the situation. "Do you want me to help, Geralt?" His heart started to beat faster than before. A witcher should not feel this way even when a woman is being intimate with them. But he found himself nearly melting when faced with the fiery aura of Triss Merigold.

"I… I didn't want to wake you," he said. She grinned again and moved her arm slightly. He felt her hand grab the upper half of his erection. Her fingers made it throb in her grasp.

"I'm glad you did. I felt like I was being stabbed in my dream." Geralt was about to reply but her other hand reached up and placed a finger to his lips. "Don't apologize. Just relax, Geralt. Just relax and let me make you feel good." Staying quiet like she said, the witcher even held in his initial feelings of pleasure as her delicate but skillful finger pads danced around the tip of his penis and became slick with his arousal. Her other hand now moved down to it and began gently stroking the shaft up and down. Triss's eyes never left his, but from her own mouth came gentle sounds and gasps. He imagined it felt like a furious bull down south below these covers. She leaned forward once more and kissed his hairy cheek. "You can repay me sometime."

With that, Triss slowly peeled the covers off her side down to her waist and exposed her immaculate body. Her well sized breasts' shape were accentuated by the candle and moonlight. Her nipples were dark caps. She began moving herself over his body, her nude flesh touching the furry cover of their blanket. Geralt couldn't help himself but touch her skin as she moved, his fingers running along the small of her back to her round rear. He realized after a few seconds that she was straddling herself onto his chest. Her back and ass faced him as she leaned down towards his legs and began to pull off the covers from his lower body.

The cooler air of the room brought a small shriek to Geralt as his wet tip was exposed. Triss moaned once more to herself as she moved her upper body down towards his crotch. The witcher was met with the beautiful sight of the red head's sex, glistening with her own arousal. He planned to repay her deed fairly swiftly. He shivered as he felt her warm breath come down over his penis. Her feet were on either side of his head and as his right hand ran along her soft toes, it brought a small twitch from Triss's body. She giggled and shifted her buttocks closer to his face, her head now directly over his penis.

She started slowly, her lips tracing along his hot length from the head down to the base. Geralt finally let out a small groan as her silky lips moved around him. His hands roamed along her pliable cheeks and gently squeezed the flesh. Yennefer was beautiful in many ways but the witcher couldn't help but think that her body wasn't as sensual and carnal as Triss's. Everything from her well sized breasts, her seductive face, her heart shaped rear, to her legs were made to be perfect. Such is the result of that stage in a sorceress' training. And Triss wasn't considered the most beautiful of sorceress' by many for nothing.

Her tongue traced itself along his sensitive head, the wet muscle bringing tingles of pleasure through Geralt's body. It flicked around the ridge, making it swell more and more and become both increasingly better and worse. It felt good to have her please him this way but it only made him want her to go farther. She slid her tongue from the tip of his penis down to the base slowly and then kissed his scrotum a few times. Geralt's right hand moved underneath her right leg and slowly ran along her inner thigh, getting closer to her sex. He paused as he felt her mouth begin to take his head inside. Then she stopped.

He wanted to say something but felt like it would be unmanly to beg. His fingers halted their journey to her folds. Triss's voice spoke over his penis. "Geralt, do you love me?"

"Huh?" he asked immediately, perplexed by the question at a time like this.

"I want to hear it again. Tell me that you love me." Her tone was both sensual and nervous, like she was insecure about if she was still the woman he wanted. He almost said something sarcastic but stopped and instead leaned his neck forward. With a strong upward movement of his tongue, he licked at her vulva, bringing a sharp gasp from her.

"You are the only woman I love, Triss," he said in a deep, serious tone. "The only one."

"Good," she said softly and plunged her lips over his swollen tip, snatching it like it was the last sweet in the house. Geralt rolled his head back and bit at the air as the sensation of her warm wet mouth came over his penis. Her tongue, which at first had been delicate and gentile, now ravished over his head, curling, and swirling around the sensitive gland, licking at all of his arousal. Her hands steadied herself on his hairy legs, balancing her body as she bobbed her head up and down his upper length. Her plump lips sent shivers of pleasure through him as they went back and forth over the ridge of his head.

Geralt, through the haze of this blissful oral sensation, opened his eyes and remembered what he wanted to do for Triss. As her mouth began to take more of his penis inside, his hands firmly grasped hold of her butt. A small groan came from the sorceress' throat. The witcher leaned forward and planted a kiss on her sex, his own lips getting coated in her wetness. He enjoyed tasting her and Geralt found no discomfort in tracing his tongue along her folds. If anything, it helped him. Triss's moans were slightly vibrating his erection inside her mouth and bringing more sexual tingling to his lower body. Raising his left hand, Geralt gave one of her cheeks a solid slap and heard her give a small shriek. The flesh rippled in the candlelight and became a light pink in color.

The witcher tried to keep pleasing Triss's own carnal needs but the incredible sensation of her oral handiwork was taking much of his concentration. She had taken about four inches of him into her mouth before pulling away and giving a small cough. "How's that so far?"

"Incredible."

Her hand stroked his salvia covered member with long twists as she took a few breaths. "Feel free to keep going by the way. What you were doing with your tongue. I liked it."

"As the sorceress commands," Geralt said, and forcefully grabbed onto her rear before beginning to lap away at her vulva. Triss's soft groans filled the room for around ten seconds and then only humming as she returned to his length. Her speed had increased and now her throat claimed over half of him after just a few seconds. She used her left elbow to hold herself up while her other hand kneaded and massaged his balls. Geralt finally plunged his tongue inside her, sending shivers of pleasure through Triss's body. In her own world on the other end of the bed, she almost stopped her movements to savor the feeling but reminded herself to keep going. Her gag reflex wasn't too sensitive and she soon had almost his entire penis in her throat. Geralt was in heaven at the feeling of the fire sorceress' warm wet gullet and the tightness that came with it. The sounds of her moving up and down the length were better than any tune in any tavern.

All thought of Yennefer's beauty faded and Geralt knew that together they would have never shared a moment like this. She always wanted to make the moment and set up the room and mood. She never woke up in the middle of the night and asked Geralt to give her oral sex. He never felt they could just stop a moment in their daily tasks and rejoice in each other's intimate presence. Perhaps Keira was right. Yen treated him like a dog that should sit and wait until she says she wants to play with him. Triss was more spontaneous and just wanted herself and Geralt to be happy sometimes. And happiest were those days he spent with her recently. The search for Dandelion, the Vegelbud party, now these pleasant love filled days. Geralt was so caught up in his own mind that he barely realized he was close to climaxing.

Triss had taken his full penis deep into her throat and tried her best to hold the position. Geralt moaned quite audibly and felt his balls grow tighter in her hand. Looking back at her rear, the witcher began to rub the sorceress' clit with his fingers, bringing more sounds from her full mouth. "Triss…" he spoke softly. "I'm going to come." With that she muttered something that sounded like "me too" and slowly pulled her lips halfway up his penis before stopping and using one of her hands to jerk off the lower half. Geralt didn't want to deny her orgasm by any means and kept his fingers rubbing her clit and his tongue working her folds as he felt himself nearing the edge.

He barely had time to give Triss her own climax before his came on. His penis let off like a weapon of warfare, sending several big spurts into the sorceress' hot mouth. Her tongue ravaged his throbbing and pulsating tip, sending more pleasure surging through Geralt's body. His balls were on fire in her grasp, and her other hand never stopped its stroking. It seemed that Geralt's explosive orgasm helped Triss reach hers and as she was finishing him, her body reached the edge. She squealed into his twitching penis and almost held his head in a clutch with her feet. He continued licking and fingering her vagina as she rode out her orgasm, her nerves giving her incredible sensations. Geralt's penis was giving the last few strands of his orgasm, which her tongue lapped away from his tip. After a minute of her continued stroking and sucking on his sensitive post climax erection, she pulled off of him and breathed deeply through her nose. His member wobbled as it was met with the open room again. The witcher had enjoyed the show of watching her sex contract and tighten as she came on top of him, now finally settling down. Her vulva glistened with all the attention from his mouth and her arousal.

Triss sat up on his body once more and with a loud gulp, swallowed his semen. She breathed through her mouth for a few seconds before pulling herself off of his sweaty body. She then shifted to lay next to him once more. Her breasts moved up and down as her heart rate came back to normal. Her hair was a mess and her chin was covered in saliva and some of his seed. As she lay herself back down where she was before, facing him, Geralt grabbed her by her rear and pulled her closer. Before giving her a kiss, he used the blanket to wipe off her chin.

"Thank you," she said, and then placed her lips against his.

"You're not the one needing to give thanks," the witcher spoke.

"We helped each other, Geralt. You were… excellent. We are very much even."

He smiled and looked longingly at her burning green eyes. The only one, he thought.