A/N: Hello dear readers,

Each chapter will be a missing scene from my main fic "Shadow and Light", all of them will be explicit and most of them will feature Geralt & OC, but I tried to make it so it could work as a 3rd person Reader insert. I'll update the fic whenever the fancy strikes me, so there'll be no precise schedule, but if there's enough demand, I'll do my best to provide.

The setting for the first chapter is: Geralt is taken by Ciri to our modern world and left in the care of a sorceress specialized in healing. Of course, he manages to fall into bed and then in love with her, but they also get a little bit into trouble. While there, they stumble upon a government organization that hunts vampires and Geralt is blackballed into working for them.

With that said, enjoy! (And feel free to let me know if you liked it in the comments!)


They took a short walk through the nearby park, just long enough for Geralt to tell her that someone had broken in while they were away. Given their current situation, the only conclusion they could come to was that his new boss placed surveillance equipment in their apartment. The thought of being watched sent Geralt into a fit, and he threatened to rip their devices apart as soon as they got back, his concern being that "some lecherous creep would watch us fuck", as he bluntly put it.

"And it's a right shame, too. The way you look tonight... I'd do some lecherous things to you myself," he said in a low growl right next to her ear. His arm curled around her waist, holding her tight against his side as they sauntered along the park alley.

The lust in his voice, the heat of his strong chest against her, it all sent shivers down her entire body. And the thought of someone watching... well, let's just say she had no qualms about it.

"So what's stopping you, witcher?" she asked with a sly smile.

He quirked an eyebrow at her and carefully measured his words.

"After this whole mess is sorted, I can do all sorts of obscene things to you. But for now, let's just go back and spend a quiet evening on the couch."

"It's a bit late for that now. You already got me curious about those lecherous things you envisioned doing to me. And if this is still about you worrying that they'll be watching us... You should know that I find being watched kind of thrilling."

"Mmm," he hummed with a raised eyebrow. "Does it have to be a stranger to thrill you?"

"Not at all. An audience of one witcher will do just fine. He can even make requests for what he wants to see tonight."

He stopped dead in his tracks right in the middle of the park alley and pulled her flush against his chest. His smile and the sight of mischief in his eyes sent a rush of warmth through her. With no shame, he grabbed her ass with one hand while the other ran up from her hip to a breast, cupping and fondling it. The next moment, his mouth was over hers, just as possessive as his hands, stealing her breath and all her attention. His kiss was like wildfire running rampant through her, and she was helpless to do anything but let it burn through her. Each smooth stroke of his tongue rendered everything around them less important. Nothing felt real, but the heat of his body pressed up against her, the pleased humming sound building in his chest, the feather-light touch of his hair against her cheek and neck, his rough hands taking hold of her like she was his and no one else's. She clung to his neck like it was her lifeline. And in many ways, it was. He kept her grounded while the world moved around them, meaningless and unimportant at the moment, just like all the amused coughs from passersby, watching them kiss like two fools mad with lust.

When he finally released her lips, he didn't pull away from her. Instead, he rested his forehead against hers and his golden eyes were burning with the same fire that roared inside her. His lips brushed hers once more, then her cheek, not as a kiss, but as a tease.

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind," he whispered against her cheek before nipping at her bottom lip and then unhanding her, albeit reluctantly.

The world came into focus again. Men and women walked the park, passing by them, shooting them glances, it all became real again and yet she felt no shame for having made them witnesses to their lust. His enigmatic promise only riled her up more. Now she was thoroughly intrigued and her mind was set on finding out what he had envisioned doing to her, so she suggested they head back right away.

Soon they were in front of the apartment door. His hand stroked over her bum and his lips neared her ear as she rummaged through her purse for the keycard. It was hard to keep her focus on anything when he was so close to her, his touch so firm and sensual, the warmth of his breath caressing her neck. He was one man she could never resist for long.

"You'd better find that key soon, or I might just fuck you up against this door right here. After all, you said you don't mind being watched... Might as well put on a show for all your neighbours to see."

Her fingers trembled with anticipation at his words. Fuck! Why did it sound so appealing when he said it like that? Perhaps it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if she couldn't find the key.

"I can already imagine lifting your skirt and pounding into you, your pretty cheek pressed against the door. Your lovely voice calling my name loud enough for the entire building to hear." His hands were already shifting her skirt up, raising it in increments until it was halfway up over her ass. Palms curved possessively over bare skin and her heart rushed in response. A more modest woman would have looked over her shoulder, worried that there might be someone passing by, but in her case, the thrill of someone catching them like this sent a surge of heat between her legs. Just his low voice promising to do lewd things to her was enough to get her soaked.

She hit upon the key at the bottom of the purse just as his lips pressed into the crook of her neck, breathing into her skin, his hands holding her ass flush against his hips to feel how hard he got just thinking of what he would do to her. It almost made the key slip out of her fingers, but she caught herself at the last moment and rushed to open the door before they really got at it in the hallway. As appealing as it was to think of him fucking her against the door, she feared she really would wake the whole building once he got her in his thrall. Sex with him was never a quiet affair for either of them.

They slipped inside and slammed the door behind them. He spun her to face him and kissed her again with the same passion as before, a hand already up her partially hiked up skirt, the other grasping a breast through her blouse. Ravenous kisses and bites were followed by a heated look that scoured her from head to toe. A second later, she was upside down, tossed over his shoulder like she was a spoil of war, his hand landing a hard slap over her ass.

"The quiet evening will have to take a rain check... Tonight I think we'll be getting quite loud," he growled and carried her straight to the bedroom.

Her back met the mattress with a soft thud as he laid her down, covering her body with his. Strong arms bracketed her and then his mouth was over hers again, his lips coaxing hers open as his thigh pressed between her legs. He was kissing her in all the right ways, moving from wild and passionate, to sensual, then back to hungry, like he couldn't decide what he felt more intensely. His thigh rubbed against her through her underwear, and she pushed back, grinding on the solid muscle. Every part of him just felt so damn good. Like he was built to bring her pleasure and satisfy all her wants.

When he broke the kiss with a hum and ran his fingers through her hair before standing up, just from the way he looked at her, she could tell it would be one of those nights where he'd fuck her stupid.

He took a few steps back, keeping his eyes on her while he unbuttoned his shirt in a torturously slow fashion. She was aching with anticipation, hoping it wouldn't be long before he was back on top of her, with considerably fewer clothes between them. To speed things along, she sat up and made to unzip her skirt.

"No, stay like that," he stopped her. "I want to undress you myself."

"Can I at least kick off my shoes?"

He shook his head. "The heels stay on. They look good on you."

He took off his shirt and took a few steps back to toss it over a chair. In the dim light, he stood before her, bare-chested, with a devilish smile. She bit her lip, looking over every piece of scarred skin that stretched over full muscles. He emanated confidence. Everything about him screamed it, from the look in his eye to his smooth movements as he approached her. With a dirty smile, he laid her back on the bed and hiked her skirt further up to her hips, revealing her lace-trimmed stockings and lingerie.

"Been dreaming of this since I saw you dress this morning," he said as his eyes ran down her body.

Again, he kissed her slow and tender, his tongue slipping between her parted lips with a groan. He only got a brief taste of her mouth before he moved lower, placing kisses down her body, on her neck, collarbone, cleavage, over her shirt, lingering on the spots that got her moaning as he eagerly lowered himself between her legs.

He kissed over the thin material, gradually going lower until his lips met the already soaked lace between her legs. His tongue licked over it, drawing a full moan from her. He repeated the motion and followed it with a gentle bite, just scraping his teeth over the material, then licked over it again. It was torture feeling his mouth so hot and tender over her while still having clothes in-between them.

"You taste so good," he groaned. "And you're already wet enough for me to fuck."

His fingers hooked underneath the thin bands to pull her underwear down her legs, to her ankles, until it was off. She shifted her hips in anticipation, eager for him to go down on her again, this time unimpeded by any fabrics. Already she imagined his hot mouth against her, slanting over her, licking and sucking at her. But that's not what he had planned. Instead, he straightened himself with a crooked smile and took a few steps back.

"Sit up and open your legs for me," he demanded.

Bracing her hands on the bed behind her, she did as he asked, opening her legs wide, hoping some part of him would soon be between them. She'd take anything he wanted to give with equal pleasure, but he just continued to smile and look at her from afar.

"Touch yourself for me," he requested in a heavy voice.

She tilted her head to the side and raised an eyebrow at him before licking a finger and sliding it between her legs. "Are you going to join me?"

He shook his head. "Not yet."

"I thought you were going to fuck me," she said, running her index and middle finger over herself, catching her clit in between them.

"Who says I'm not?" he asked with a grin. "But for now, I want to see you make yourself come."

She smiled and bit her bottom lip. Her fingers moved between her legs, running slow circles around her clit, slipping inside to draw more slick, and his eyes watched her every movement with hunger. She teetered between making herself come faster so he'd fuck her sooner, and drawing it out for both their enjoyment. In the end, the latter prevailed.

The way he was watching her was thrilling, resting his back against the wardrobe with an arm crossed over his chest, his other hand rubbing at the corner of his mouth and his bottom lip. His eyes were lit up by lust as he was taking in every detail about her, coursing over her spread legs from her high heels to the fingers swiping between them. She could come just like this, but she still hoped to get him to take part in some way. "You want to tell me how to touch myself?"

He shook his head. "No, do whatever pleases you. I want to watch you enjoy yourself."

"Then come get a closer look," she beckoned. "I want your hands on me."

He hummed and took a step towards her, then another, until he stood between her splayed legs, making her tilt her head back to look at him.

With a firm but gentle touch, he cupped the side of her face with one hand, while the other skimmed down over her cleavage, sliding under the rim of her shirt and her bra. She leaned back and arched into his hand as he cupped a breast under her shirt while his other hand trailed down her neck, moving down to undo the first buttons of her blouse. She attempted to help him take off her shirt, but he wouldn't have it.

"Let me undress you as much as I like and don't stop touching yourself while I do it."

Her hand once again dipped between her legs, through the slick that made her fingers glide over her clit so smoothly. She put two fingers inside, imagining they were his instead, yet they were far too small to mimic any part of him. A whine escaped her as she thought of his thick cock fucking her instead, then her eyes fixed on his face, delighting in the intense look he had while he watched her.

He dragged her open blouse off her shoulders and cupped her breasts once more, pushing them together, swiping his thumbs over her cleavage, pulling on the fabric of her bra under her breasts. She sighed and moaned under his heated touch, still caressing herself. Just the way he looked at her, wetting his lips as he eyed her breasts, made her imagine him with his mouth around a nipple and his fingers thrusting into her. It was enough to drive her to the edge of an orgasm, but she wasn't planning to come just yet, not when he was enjoying the show so much. She slowed her movements deliberately to edge herself as an idea sparked in her mind and took over her thoughts.

"Can I touch you?" she asked, already reaching out for the top of his thigh.

The corner of his mouth curled up as he slowly nodded, so her hand caressed him through his trousers, feeling the hard ridge of his cock. Even touching him through clothes sent a jolt of pleasure through her, the result of the magic that coursed through him. It never ceased to amaze her just how good he felt. His hands never stopped exploring her, unbuttoning the rest of her shirt and sliding it off her arms to pool around her wrists, revealing more and more of her body to his eyes. He stared at her breasts pushed over her bra and caressed her with a teasing touch, pinching little moans out of her while she drew circles over her clit. It was maddening.

He grasped a pebbled nipple and rolled it between this thumb and middle finger while he arranged her hair behind her ear, ghosting her neck with the tips of his fingers, never losing sight of her body, taking in each gasp and moan. She was so close and seeing him standing between her open legs, hard under her hand, devouring her with eager eyes was almost unbearable. A need to have more of him overcame her. With one hand, she undid the button of his trousers and unzipped him, then leaned forward to kiss his abdomen, but his hand came up to stop her, cupping her cheek gently.

"I thought you said I could touch you," she said, looking up at him, eager to continue.

"Yes. Touch. Not kiss."

"But isn't a kiss a touch of my lips?" she asked mischievously, and he chuckled at her persistence.

"It is."

"Then let me touch you as I please and you'll get to watch me come with my lips wrapped around you."

He groaned. "How the fuck could I say no to that?"

She pulled his trousers and underwear down under his ass and looked at his hard cock. All for her, she thought as she licked along his length, looking into his eyes while she did so.

"Fuck... You look so good like this," he groaned again as her tongue flicked over his tip before her lips fully wrapped around it and slid down to the base.

The hand that was on her nape curled in her hair as he bottomed out inside her mouth, another curse leaving his lips. She swallowed him down and held him fully down her throat for a moment before coming back up and running her tongue over him. Again and again, she sucked him down, revelling in the taste of him and the beautiful, growly sounds that left him each time he bottomed out. And her fingers moved ever faster between her legs until all she could do was moan around him. The sound resonated up his spine, and he gritted his teeth, holding himself from pushing further into her mouth.

The closer she got to her climax, the faster her mouth moved up and down his length and the fire in his eyes burned even brighter at seeing her so utterly enticed by the taste of him, his breathing ragged from the effort of holding himself back from spilling into her mouth.

She looked up into his fiery eyes as a final swipe of her fingers brought her over the edge and sent a bolt of lightning through every nerve in her body. With a loud moan, she came with her mouth around him, just as she wanted, her thighs fighting to close shut against his legs as every muscle in her body spasmed. She wanted to keep sucking him down, to make him come, but he pulled out of her mouth and cupped her jaw, leaning forward to kiss her.

"I want to make you come," she said, breathless between kisses, still in the thrall of the echoes of her orgasm.

He chuckled. "Not yet, my nymph. I'm not done with you." After another nip at her lips and a lust-filled look, he kneeled between her open legs, grasping her bunched up skirt to drag her to the edge of the bed, and licked along her inner thigh, nearing the apex of her legs. When he finally reached it, she shuddered under the touch of his tongue, still sensitive from her last high. She finally shook off the blouse that was still hanging around her forearms and wrists and grabbed onto the sheets instead.

With patience, he licked around her lips, easing her down and getting her ready for another high, his hands keeping her legs open for him. He caressed up and down her thighs, from her knees to her hips, grabbing her ass when he reached the top, pulling her even closer to his mouth. He looked up at her with unmitigated hunger in his eyes, tasting her slick, covering his lips and chin in it, then diving in for more. Even on his knees, eating her out, he still looked like a proud warrior revelling in his spoils of war, his scars stretching and moving over his powerful muscles. The sight of him made her weak, and she gently slid back up the slope to a new orgasm with breathy whimpers.

"You taste so fucking good," he moaned from between her legs as he swiped over her with increasing hunger, feeling her rising arousal. His tongue pressed flat against her, and all she could do was moan and writhe against it. She bucked into his mouth, desperate to feel as much of him against her as she could. He held still for her, letting her take charge for a moment before pulling his mouth away and using his fingers to toy with her.

"Will you come again for me, my nymph?" he asked with a glimmer in his eyes before sucking her clit into his mouth, his gaze on her, still watching her, still revelling in her ecstasy.

She nodded and curled her fingers into his hair. "Geralt! Ah! Don't stop," she begged with her eyes closed, her rapture fast approaching. He obeyed and dragged his tongue over her while sliding two fingers inside her. She tightened around his fingers, needing to feel the fullness of him inside her, thinking of how good it felt when he fucked her. And his able tongue felt so hot against her, slick and perfect, like nothing else. She gasped as her orgasm came crashing down, strong and mind-numbing. A string of loud moans left her as pleasure raced through her, spurred by the continuous thrust of his fingers into her and the pressure of his tongue. He lapped at her until the echoes of her orgasm finally abated, then he stood from between her legs and removed the rest of his clothing, licking her slick off his lips and still keeping his eyes on her.

She could barely muster the brainpower to speak, so she just looked at him with half-glazed eyes, drunk on ecstasy. He had barely started on her and she was already blissed out. She bit her lip and chuckled.

"What?" he asked with a sly smile.

"I've forgotten how to speak, and you haven't even fucked me yet. I fear that by the time you're done, you'll be watching a brain-dead puddle."

He laughed. "I'll stop if you want me to."

"Fuck, no!"

"Thought so," he laughed harder. "But if it's too much, know that you can always tell me."

He moved her up the bed and nestled himself between her legs, his hard cock rubbing back and forth over her, sending jolts of electricity through her each time it touched her still sensitive clit. She rolled her eyes and arched her back, barely controlling herself.

"That good, huh?" he asked with that smugness that suited him so well.

She just hummed in approval as he slid inside her in a smooth, slow thrust. His face twisted in concentration as he drew back and then buried himself in her again. He lifted both her legs over one of his shoulders and pushed deeper still while he caressed up her calves, kissing them over her stockings, eyeing her high heels appreciatively.

"Gods, you look so good!" he said as he thrust deep into her, gradually picking up the pace. His eyes pinned hers as she grabbed onto the sheets and balled her hands into them to push back to meet his hips. "I love watching you come undone for me," he continued as he held her legs with one arm while the other reached to grab and pinch a nipple. That small prickle of pain mixed in with the pleasure and drew another moan from her.

She hummed under his touch and he gave her another smug smile before moving one of her legs to his other shoulder. His hand drifted down from her breast to her hip and held on to her bunched up skirt while he fucked into her, his face twisted with pleasure.

"Touch yourself again while I fuck you," he demanded in a heavy voice. "Help me make you come."

She wanted to, she really did. But when he hit that perfect spot over and over again, she arched her back and moaned. It was impossible to think. Her third orgasm was so close, her walls already tightening against his cock. She came before she even had the chance to move her hand to touch herself, her eyes rolling back into her head, legs spasming against his chest as he held himself inside her through her climax, kissing her thighs, humming satisfied.

"Someone is in a rush," he joked as she eased down her peak with heavy breaths.

"You feel too good..." she said in barely a whisper.

He chuckled. "Then we'll just have to try again. I still want to see you touch yourself while I fuck you."

He pulled out of her and leaned over to kiss her. His tongue licked deep into her mouth, his kiss slow and thorough. He cupped her jaw and brushed her cheek, tender and sweet. It was a perfect interlude after his hard thrusts.

"Think you can handle one more for me?" he asked against her lips, his eyes lit up by lust, with pupils fully dilated.

She nodded, her mind still in a blurry daze, fully entranced by the sight of the gorgeous man on top of her, eager to sate all her wants.

He kissed her once again, resting on one forearm, while his other hand grabbed the back of her thigh and pushed it to her chest, skimming over soft skin and stopping for a moment at the edge of her stockings to play with the lace before going up to her ass to tilt her hips. It felt like sweet torture to wait for him to be inside her again.

Her hands stroked up his wide back, enjoying the feel of his muscles writhing under her fingers as he moved, feeling the smoother skin of his scars until she latched onto his neck as she returned his kiss with eagerness. She brushed her lips against his, teasing, nipping, licking against him like some wild thing. All of him felt too good to stop herself from wanting to give herself over to his capable hands.

"Fuck me," she whispered to him between kisses and once again he buried himself in her, pushing in until his groin slapped against her wet skin with an obscene sound. "Fuck me till I lose my mind," she begged as his hips rolled against hers in a sweet burst of friction. Like a mellow wave, again and again, he moved atop her, grinding at a languorous pace. Each time he pushed into her, she tightened her inner walls around him, wanting the feeling of fullness to last forever. No one but him could drive her crazy like this with a slow fuck.

He buried his head in the crook of her neck, kissing along her jaw as he thrust into her, and she whimpered in delight, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her fingers tangled in his hair, while he held on tight to her skirt once more.

"So fucking good," he moaned into her ear while she held him tight inside her. "You feel so fucking good," he repeated, again and again, moving faster against her, sending her into a frenzy of moans. "And you sound just as good." He punctuated his words with a hard thrust and a growl. "Don't come just yet, beautiful." A hard slap landed over the side of her ass, drawing her from the spiral she was descending on. "I want... Fuck," he cursed out of breath, fighting to not come either.

Instead of finishing his sentence, he lifted himself from her and stood on his knees between her legs, cock still buried inside her, but frustratingly still. She grasped his thighs for support and writhed against him, clenching her walls around him, until his hands held her hips still.

"Touch yourself."

In her frenzy of need, she had all but forgotten what he wanted from her. He leaned forward, thrusting slowly into her, his thumb brushing back and forth over her clit while he took her hand into his. His smooth tongue licked her index and middle finger before sliding them into his mouth, covering them in saliva. He pulled them out and placed her hand over her clit, letting her take over.

She swiped her fingers over her clit, then spread them and moved lower to stroke against his cock as he drilled into her, slow and deep. With a growl, his fingers clenched on the back of her thighs, pushing her legs to her chest. She repeated the movement, bringing pleasure to both of them until his low voice stopped her.

"Focus on yourself," he said, caressing up her thigh. "I'm still not done with you, so I don't plan on coming just yet."

She bit her lip, not knowing if she should be thrilled or worried at the prospect of more orgasms. With a moan, she moved her fingers more purposefully while she tightened her muscles around his thick cock in time with his thrusts, wanting to feel every inch and vein as they moved to please her. She closed her eyes and arched her back, so close, so full, so ready, and when she opened them again, his eyes met hers, that smouldering look still burning inside them. With a shudder, she came around him, calling his name as he fucked her through her intense orgasm, robbing her of all her senses and reducing her to a moaning mess.

His thrusts slowed once her climax abated, and he smiled softly, still keeping his eyes on her.

"You really do look so fucking good when you come. I could watch you like this all night," he said in a low, lust-filled voice.

The next moment, he was pulling out of her, leaning back on his heels. He lifted one of her legs and caressed it down to her ankle before removing her stilettos, then moved to the other and did the same. Then his thumbs rubbed against her inner thigh as he scorched her with his gaze, a debate going on behind his eyes.

All her limbs felt loose and her muscles soft. With difficulty, she raised herself first on her elbows and forearms before sitting up, with her heels planted on either side of his hips.

"This is hardly the time to be deep in thought," she said.

"I thought you could use a little break while I decide on how I'd like to see you come next."

"What are the options?" she asked, amused and still aroused.

"Either with your mouth around my cock since you looked to be enjoying it or on your knees with your ass up. Love both of them too much to decide which one I want to see."

"I'll let you in on a secret if you let me I decide for you."

He hummed in agreement with a sly smile.

She leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "You don't need to choose between them. First, you'll fuck me from behind and there's no need to be a gentleman about it, then you'll come in my mouth. I'm dying for a taste of you."

He huffed and kissed her, his hands clasping her thighs again, moving up to her ass to lift her and shift her up on the bed. "Did I tell you I love it when you talk filthy?"

"And here I thought you loved me best when I was demure," she replied with a grin.

"Oh, I love you without pause, but I know better than to take you for a shy woman. You know how to chase your pleasure in the dirtiest of ways."

For a moment, he lowered himself over her, his mouth still over hers in a possessive kiss full of all the lust that bubbled up inside him. Then he sat up again and grabbed one of her legs to flip her onto her stomach. He pulled her hips up to bring her to her knees. For a long moment, he just studied her, his hands smoothing over her ass before landing a light spank over each cheek. There was something about having him in charge of her that sent a surge of pleasure coursing through her.

"Fuck," she cursed, looking over her shoulder. "Do that again!"

He landed two quick slaps over an ass cheek before grasping it firmly and rolling his tongue over the red mark he left. It made her melt into the sheets.

With one hand, he grabbed a pillow while the other wrapped around her waist and lifted her. The pillow fit under her hips, lifting her ass up as she kept her cheek flush to the mattress.

His hands smoothed over her hamstrings and ass, then up her back in a heated caress. She looked over her shoulder to see him shifting closer to her, on his knees behind her. Fingers dug into her plump cheeks as the tip of his cock pressed against her, slowly edging in. He inched into her with care until he filled her once again.

"Fuck," she sighed as he pressed up flush against her.

His response was a low chuckle. "Still haven't had enough, my greedy nymph?"

"I can never have enough of you! Fuck me, Geralt!"

He grabbed onto her hip with one hand and pulled out, only to slide back into her. With a steady rhythm, he fucked her at a delightfully slow pace that fostered the heat building between her legs, his free hand caressing over her buttock, landing light slaps against her skin from time to time. All this time, she gazed over her shoulder with her lips slightly parted, her fists balled in the sheets. She sighed when his hand landed a harder slap, followed by a slow but powerful thrust.

"Yes, fuck me just like that," she said on a breath, so he did it again and again until it spurred her to want to ride his cock. A grunt and a hiss left his lips as she pushed back, filling herself with him. He held still, letting her shift her hips up and down over his length.

"You're fucking amazing. Don't stop," he growled as he watched her entranced, his hands lightly resting on her lower back then sliding up to grab onto the blackstrap of her bra like it was a harness on an unruly mare. Even that small detail got her hot and bothered. He was fucking her partly dressed, with her tits hanging over her bra, and her skirt around her waist, like he wanted to imagine that he was savaging a proper lady who wanted to slum it with a witcher.

He smoothed over her bum and landed a slap over it even as it bounced on top of him and grinned mischievously when he looked into the mirrored doors of the wardrobe. His hips thrust forward again, taking over control of the rhythm and picking up the pace once more.

"My beautiful nymph, you look so good when you're getting fucked," he said. "So fucking good," he repeated as his hand curled in her hair, pulling her head back so she could see herself in the mirror, on her knees, with her breasts swaying as he pounded into her. He brought his mouth right to her ear. "Can you come for me again?" he asked as he reached around her hips to stroke her clit. She keened loudly in response. "Mhm, sounds like you can."

With one hand in her hair, holding her back arched to see herself getting fucked, the other rubbing her clit in tight circles, she was spiralling down again, lost in his thrall.

"So fucking good," he kept repeating as he thrust into her, fast and hard, while his fingers toyed with her clit, driving her to madness with their perfect touch. She closed her eyes, her focus on the deft fingers pleasing her, on the thick cock that fucked her, on the voice that cooed in her ear, coaxing her to come crashing down from the soaring heights he brought her to.

Again he fucked her through her orgasm, unrelenting, demanding, greedy for her pleasure while she lost herself as every fibre in her body sang his name, twitched and writhed with ecstasy. She collapsed onto the sheets, exhausted, with her heart pounding against her chest, fighting to catch her breath.

He pulled out of her and knelt behind her, lapping at her cunt, tasting the mess between her legs. His tongue felt unbelievably soothing against her heated skin, the perfect sensual caress she needed to ground her and bring her back to her senses.

"So fucking good." It was her turn to praise him. He just chuckled and continued to lave over her.

"One more?" he asked in a heavy voice between two slow licks.

She laughed against the sheets and shifted away from his mouth, even if she was tempted to let him finish what he started.

"No, Geralt. Five is more than enough. It's my turn to see you come."

She turned to face him, her hands skimming over his chest as she kissed him. His mouth tasted of her, and she delighted in it. In how he was hers, how he loved her and lusted for her, just as she did for him. She pushed him onto his back and knelt beside him, leaning over him, eager to bring him as much pleasure as he gave her. He hummed as soon as she wrapped her lips around him. She swiped her hair to the side and his hand came up to hold it in place as she sucked him down to the root, swallowing him whole. With a steady rhythm, she moved up and down his length, her hand coming up to stroke him as she moved up to the tip and back down to the base.

While her lips slid up and down, he held her hair as his other hand caressed her, cupping a breast, moving over the curve of her ass, slipping between her legs, diving into her. His eyes devoured the sight of her, prostrated over his cock, engrossed by him, single-minded in her purpose to reward his zeal.

A gasp escaped him as her tongue reached out to lick his balls while he remained hilted in her mouth. She pulled back, licking all the way up to the tip, looking up at him to gauge his reaction.

"Fuck, that's so good!" he groaned. "Do it again, please," he urged her, cupping her jaw.

She obliged and sank back down to meet the base of his cock with her lips, then licked again. He sighed with a heavy breath and threw his head back. She repeated the movement a few more times, enjoying the feel of him in her mouth, the fullness he brought to every part of her.

His fingers curved over her ass then slid inside her, and she moaned around him. When he started pumping them into her, she instinctively picked up the rhythm and mimicked it, sucking him as fast as his fingers were fucking her. His hips thrust towards her mouth in a minute movement that heralded the approach of his orgasm, but he restrained himself and slowed down before it happened again. Instead, he pulled her off his cock, curling his fingers into her hair. She whimpered, displeased at the loss. All she wanted was to suck him dry, to feel him spill his cum into her mouth and swallow every drop of it. He grinned smugly as her hand kept stroking him, her tongue extended towards the tip of his cock while he slid his fingers in and out of her hot cunt.

"So fucking hungry," he said, eyeing her attempts to swallow him down even as he held her back.

"Geralt, don't be a tease. It's my turn to watch you come," she begged.

His fingers slid out of her so he could land a hard slap over her ass, before thrusting inside her again and hitting the sweet spot that made her eyes roll in the back of her head.

"Only if you come on my fingers while you taste my cum."

Spurred on by mind-numbing lust, she rode his fingers just as he wanted. He loosened his grip on her hair, allowing her to lap at his cock, then swallow it down.

He bit his lip in concentration and twisted his hand to swipe his thumb over her clit until she moaned. Rapid flicks over the tender skin sent electricity running through her. It all felt too good. And his hard cock only got harder in her mouth. He was close to coming, only hanging on so he could watch her unravel first. She let go and gushed over his hand with her eyes closed, a long moan leaving her chest. His fingers stilled inside her and his thumb pressed on her clit, letting her ride out her orgasm.

"Fuck... Fu..." he stuttered and thrust into her mouth a few more times, coming hard and painting her white as he called her name.

She licked and lapped and swallowed him down in a trance-like state, focused only on not missing a drop while his fingers stroked her, coaxing her pleasure to last longer.

Both their breaths were ragged, and she could hear the beat of her heart inside her ears. Only the touch of his hand against her cheek drew her from the dazed state she was in. His warm eyes were on her, lust replaced by love. He pulled her up beside him on the pillows, but she crawled over his chest instead, so he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"Did you enjoy being watched?" he asked, with echoes of lust in his voice.

"I did. Thoroughly."

"Good, because I loved watching you tonight," he breathed against her hair. "I think I'm becoming vain in my old age," he continued after a long pause.

"How come?"

He huffed and shifted under her, caressing up and down her arm, postponing his answer. "Tell me," she goaded.

Instead of answering right away, he pinched her chin between two fingers and kissed her, slow and sensual, then spoke next to her lips. "I'm starting to like how my name sounds when you say it. I think that's something that could be considered vain."

She grinned and nipped at his bottom lip. "You can be as vain as you like. You deserve it when you're so awfully good at making me say it. Loudly. And repeatedly."


On the other side of the screen, a man was watching the exchange with beads of sweat dripping down his temple. He rubbed a hand over his tired face and loosened his tie while his colleague elbowed him.

"Bet you're not regretting your assignment anymore," he said with a short laugh.

"I don't even fucking know," he answered honestly. What the fuck would he even put in his report? All he watched them do was fuck for hours. "Fuck," he cursed again and opened the file, struggling to find the words to put on the page, horrified that the Director himself would be reading it in the morning.


A/N: Well, that was 7k worth of smut, hope you got a kick out of it. I have plenty more ideas for other chapters, but for this fic I'm willing to consider requests from readers. So if there's anything you'd like to see, leave it in the comments and I might just indulge your whims :D

If you want more story to go with your smut, feel free to try my main fic "Shadow and Light".

Thanks for taking the time to read and please leave a comment if you liked it and want to read more in the future!