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🍎 ｡:*• ─ SEXY ABC. › ( a list of questions, from A to Z, to help develop some headcanons about our muses. most questions are nsfɯ, so please make sure you’re not a minor and read at your own risk ! )

send a pairing + one or more letters for some headcanons regarding our muses’ sex life !

A ─ After care. Do they take care of each other after sex ? How ?

B ─ Breeding. Is this one of their kinks ? Do they often have unprotected sex ? Have they ever had any pregnancy scares ?

C ─ Condoms. Do they use them ? Do they have a preference ( color, flavour, etc… ) ? Have they ever had an accident ? Would they continue anyway, if they’ve forgotten/run out of them ?

D ─ Dreams. A wet dream my muse has had about yours, and whether they’d want to make it come true.

E ─ Experimenting. Are they willing to experiment new things ? Is there something they’d like to try with their partner, but haven’t had the chance yet ? Any experiments gone wrong ?

F ─ First time. How was their first time together ? Was any of them nervous ? Did it live up to their expectations ?

G ─ Games. Do they play any games involving sex ( like adult board games, throwing dice to decide what’s their next position, engaging in roleplay, food play, etc… ) ?

H ─ Humour. Are they the kind to share a laugh during sex ? Has something funny already happened to them ( breaking the bed, one of them falling off the couch, funny noises, etc… ) ?

I ─ Infidelity. Has any of them ever cheated on their partner ? Whom have they cheated with ? If not, is it something they could do ? If yes, have they told them or has the other found out ? Could they forgive and forget ?

J ─ Jewellery. Do they own any sexy jewellery ( like butt plugs with rhinestones, piercings in intimate areas, cock rings, collars, etc… ) ? What do they think about it ?

K ─ Kissing. How important are kisses in their relationship ? Any favourite kind of kisses ? Do they have any rituals involving kissing ( never leaving for work without kissing the other, always sharing a kiss goodnight, etc… ) ?

L ─ Lingerie. Do they enjoy wearing it and/or seeing their partner in lingerie ? What kind of lingerie do they find the sexiest ? Any other clothing they love seeing their partner in ( like grey sweater pants, wearing nothing but an apron, really short shorts, etc… ) ? Do they often wear what the other likes, just to please them ?

M ─ Masturbation. Do they engage in it ? Together or alone ? Do they enjoy watching their partner masturbating ? Do they use any toys, or just their hands ?

N ─ Nudes. Do they send them to each other ? Do they save them on their phones ? Do they keep them to themselves, or do they show them to their friends ? Have they ever sent one to a wrong number ?

O ─ O’clock. What time do they usually have sex ( mornings, late at night, during lunch break, etc… ) ? Are they usually in a rush, or do they take their time ? How about on weekends / holidays ?

P ─ Public. Have they ever done it in public ? Were they caught ? Do they have a favourite public place to do it ?

Q ─ Questions. Is there anything they’d like to ask their partner, but never had the courage to ? Any questions they’d rather avoid ? Do they discuss everything as a couple, or are there any taboo themes ?

R ─ Recording. Have they ever filmed themselves having sex ? Did they watch it together afterwards ? Has anyone else seen their videos ?

S ─ Spanking. Is this one of their kinks ? If yes, who’s the spanker and who’s the spankee ? Any favourite positions ? Do they use just the hand or any other spanking implements ( like the paddle, belt, whip, hairbrush, etc… ) ?

T ─ Turn ons & offs. What do they do to turn each other on ? Is there something the other does that turns them off ? Have they told them about it ?

U ─ Unusual. What’s the most unusual place they’ve had sex at/in ? Was it a good experience ? Would they repeat it ? Is there an unusual place they’d like to try ?

V ─ Video call. Have they ever shared a sexy moment with each other during a video call ? What were the circumstances ( long distance, trying to cheer up/tease the other while at work, etc… ) ? Did they enjoy it ?

W ─ Walk of shame. Has one of them ( or both ) ever done a walk of shame ( trying to leave the place the other shared with roommates/family members unnoticed but being caught ) ? How was it ? What were the reactions ?

X ─ X-rated. Do they watch any x-rated movies ( porn ) ? Together or alone ? Do they have a favourite type ? Do they try to reenact them afterwards ?

Y ─ Yucky. Is there something they find particular disgusting or unpleasant in regards to sex ? Something they’d absolutely refuse to do, even if the other really wanted it ? Have they already denied the other some kinks because of this ?

Z ─ Zones. What are their most erogenous zones ? Does their partner know all of them ? Do they make sure to stimulate each other in said zones ?

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🍎 ｡:*• ─ IT’S CHRISTMAS TIME ! › ( a symbol meme for muses who want to do something special and fun together this christmas / holiday season. )

send a symbol for our muses to:

🌲 ─ visit a tree farm to pick the perfect christmas tree 🎄 ─ decorate a christmas tree together 💋 ─ be caught standing under the mistletoe 🍽 ─ prepare the christmas dinner together 🍪 ─ bake & decorate christmas/holiday-themed sugar cookies ☕️ ─ drink something warm and/or festive ( either at home, at a coffeeshop, christmas market, etc… ) 🏠 ─ decorate a gingerbread house together 🎬 ─ watch a christmas movie 🎭 ─ see a christmas musical/play at the theater 🔥 ─ have an indoor picnic by the fireplace and/or christmas tree 🌟 ─ drive around the city to see the christmas lights ✉️ ─ send each other a christmas card 🎅🏻 ─ be each other’s secret santa 🎁 ─ exchange & open chistmas presents 🛍 ─ go christmas shopping together 👕 ─ go out wearing matching christmas sweaters 🎉 ─ attend a holiday party together 📷 ─ have a holiday photoshoot 🎶 ─ go christmas caroling 💃 ─ dance around the living room to christmas songs 💖 ─ volunteer together at a local charity ✈️ ─ go on a christmas getaway ✏️ ─ create their own christmas/holiday tradition 😈 ─ decide who has been the naughtiest and the nicest and give each other rewards & consequences accordingly ( can be funny/platonic or sexy/nsfɯ, depending on muses’ relationship ) 🃏 ─ wildcard ! choose your own activity !

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HOW TO WRITE A STORY BASED ON A SONG

Select a song that resonates with you and has a compelling story or theme. The lyrics and mood of the song should inspire your story. It can be a song with a clear narrative or one that evokes strong emotions.

Inverse storytelling: Start with the song's emotions and atmosphere as your story's backdrop, but tell the narrative in reverse order, gradually revealing the events that led to the song's lyrics.

Alternate perspective: Rewrite the song's story from a different character's perspective, shedding light on their experiences, thoughts, and emotions.

Mystery and interpretation: Craft a mystery or puzzle that readers must solve based on the song's lyrics and clues hidden throughout the story.

Metafictional twist: Write a story where the characters themselves are aware of the song that influences their lives, making the song a central element of the plot.

Nonlinear narration: Tell the story in a non-linear format, using flashbacks, parallel narratives, or fragmented storytelling to mirror the song's structure.

Reverse storytelling: Start your story with the song's final lines or climax and work backward, revealing the events and emotions that led to that point.

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Okay stalker romance but he::

🖤 refills her ice trays

🖤 feeds her pets

🖤 waters her plants

🖤 charged her vibe

🖤 leaves her leaflets of good food places

🖤 tells them they’re proud of them

A considerate psycho if you will. Somebody who wants the best for their obsession. 🥲

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( a collection of starters. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post 🩵 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips. tag me when you use any!

'Only a few more seconds left before he gets here.'

This was it. The big mission.

It was always the prettiest things that had the ability to kill you.

Forget the benefits. Forget the money. The feeling alone was enough.

It was a disgusting sight.

"You actually came."

"How about a little show?"

Clothes were scattered across the wooden floor, multiple bottles of alcohol surrounded the setting.

Boxes, and boxes of case files laid out along with pictures too extent and extreme for the human eye could even process.

“Why isn't anything connecting...”

To understand the “artist” you must study the “art”.

Question after question days after days.

As it haunted her dreams and burned its image on the backs of her eyelids...

“The devil is in this place.” people would whisper.

“If only you could have known how much faith I had in you, it’s pathetic, really.”

“I trusted you-“

“You were family, I cared for you!”

“If I was so much to you, maybe you should choose family better. That’s the difference between you and me, I KNOW I’m not the hero but I far from the villain.”

"You didn't hesitate to break my heart, betray me, pretend to care as you spied on my castle's every move! You shouldn't hesitate to drive your blade into what once was my loving heart, either! You didn't love me, so feel free to hate me just as dearly as I do you."

"A fight, huh? How about I give you a war, baby?"

"A war of betrayals, fuelled by hate, a hate only nemesis would entertain towards one another, sounds better to me."

Everyone glides across the floor in their gowns and their suits, all worth a fortune, all unbeknownst of their fate.

The prince whose blood runs with the enemy.

Tonight is all a game, a game of lies and deception.

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Prompt #1046

"It's not like, we would get married and then live happily ever after."

"Why not?"

#dialogue prompts

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DAWN DELIGHTS: THE CABIN CHRONICLES PT. II

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-> Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x f!reader witch

-> Summary: Geralt is fully determined to leave the cottage to keep on track of his duties, and because he is getting a little intoxicated of you, but you have to stop him on his tracks to take care of his open wounds, even if it takes a little more effort.

-> Rating: +18

-> Word count: 1.933

-> Warnings: mentions of blood, begging, slight mention of size kink, fingering, oral (m receiving), cum swallowing, a little bit of deep throat, praise kink

-> Author notes: second part of the cabin chronicles, i hope you enjoy it!

GERALT OF RIVIA awoke in the dim light of the early morning, his senses immediately sharpening as he registered the empty space beside him. The sheets were cool, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of longing. His fingers reached out instinctively, searching for warmth that was no longer there.

The night before had been an intoxicating blend of passion and tenderness. Geralt had been captivated by your laughter, the way your eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint that matched his own whenever he did a brief move to please your body.

The Witcher winced as he gently touched the wounds on his battered body. The pads of some of his fingers were slightly covered in light blood, not too thick to worry him, but enough to make him curse under his breath because they didn't cure properly, which didn't surprise him after the night you both spent on the bed and almost every surface of the small cabin.

As he lay there, thoughts of the night danced through his mind. The way you had teased and challenged each other, the shared pleasure that happened in the darkness, and the warmth of your embrace.

The scent of your hair still lingered on the pillows, and Geralt inhaled deeply, savoring it. It was a fragrance that would stay with him, a memory to hold onto during the lonely nights on the road.

With a sigh, he slowly rose from the bed and began to dress, careful to not hurt himself anymore, the echoes of your moans and pleads still fresh in his mind. He knew that he couldn't stay, that his path would lead him away from this place and from you. But for a brief moment, in the stillness of the morning, he allowed himself to revel in the memory of the night you both had shared.

As he prepared to leave, Geralt couldn't help but wonder if your paths would ever cross again.

You were just about to go inside the cabin, after setting out early in the morning on your quest to find healing plants. Your senses were telling you something was not right, and you were ready to dive in your thoughts, when you bumped into a hard wall.

Only, it was not a wall, but The Witcher's chest. Startled and realizing your sudden intrusion into his personal space, you quickly backed up, your heart racing.

Geralt of Rivia's piercing gaze and imposing presence had you momentarily taken aback. You stammered an apology, "I-I'm sorry, didn't mean to run into you," as you tried to regain your composure. His expression remained stoic, and you couldn't help but feel a mixture of awe and trepidation in his presence.

When you realized he was fully dressed, his clothes still dirty with his dried blood, and he had his sword tucked in, you knew he was about to leave.

"Geralt, please, you can't go in this state," you implored, blocking, or at least trying, his path with a mix of worry and determination in your eyes.

He scowled, but his pain was evident, and he reluctantly stopped. "I don't need your help."

You could sense the smell of fresh blood and your gaze went straight to where his latest wounds were made. You spotted bright red freckles of blood and you frowned. That shouldn't be happening.

You took a step closer, your voice softening now. "Stubborn as always they've said, but even Witchers need assistance sometimes."

He shook his head no and was determined to leave when he bypassed you. You felt bad, as you were also responsible for what happened last night that made his wounds open again.

"Geralt." Your voice was so soft, it made him stop in his tracks and gaze at you over his shoulder. You felt he was giving in, until he looked away from you and started walking again, but you could notice he was hurting. You were desperate, guiltiness taking over you. So you tried again, "Geralt, please."

He stopped and stayed there for a few seconds, and when you thought he would ignore you, he took a deep breath and turned around and with a reluctant look, he allowed you to guide him inside while his grunts and murmurs were inaudible.

You guided Geralt inside the cottage, the warm and earthy scent of dried herbs and potions filling the air. The enchanting aura was enough to make you feel dizzy from the memories of the night of passion spent here. The smell of him surrounding your senses.

"Sit tight and take off your clothes," you said softly, your fingers deftly selecting various herbs and ointments from the well-organized shelves. "These will help you heal."

"Usually, when I take my clothes off, I expect my companion to do the same." Geralt remarked, a grin slightly creasing his upper lip, his stare fixated on your face.

Your cheeks flush with an unexpected warmth after you processed Geralt's words and as he stood before you. His rugged, weathered appearance and piercing yellow eyes had a way of making your heart race, and the way he pronounced those words, it was too much for you.

He noticed the subtle change in your demeanor and raised an eyebrow, his expression unchanging. "Why the sudden blush?" he inquired in his deep, gravelly voice. "Do you need me to touch you first?"

Flustered, you stammered, "No, it's fine."

You slid the dress down your shoulders and arms, letting it drop to your hips, and Geralt made a sound of appreciation. You lifted your face to stare back at those yellow eyes that were now devouring you. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

While staring back at him, you let your dress fall to your feet with a slight movement of your hips, which Geralt didn't let go unnoticed, and you could see the exact moment he resisted the grin to form wildly on his face.

"Don't stop on my account, I'm really enjoying the view." He murmured, still gazing at you and your curves.

You defied him with your eyes and your words. "You know that's not what we're here for."

"And I also know you don't like being told what to do unless you're naked," he outfaced you back.

Your breath hitched in your throat, furious at him for making you feel that way. You turned your back on him to appease the anger burning inside you from his words.

How could he? But you didn't know if what was making your insides burn with anger was that he said that out loud, or that you knew it was true.

Either way, you were now focused on mixing the healing plants, your cheeks now blushed and heated up while you worked in silence, knowing damn well he had a full sight of your bare ass. As if he didn't see it the previous night, or touch it.

Once you had everything done and ready, you took a deep breath before facing him again. You couldn't let him get to your feelings. Not yet, at least.

Once you had that pretty face in front of you again, you couldn't help but notice how much fun he was having with all of this, a shit eating grin on his face. So you decided to get even.

The wounds on his body were severe, and with gentle hands, you began tending to his injuries, cleansing and bandaging them. But Geralt winced as you did. The sting of antiseptic herbs brought discomfort, but he endured it. His amber eyes reflecting the pain he seldom allowed others to see.

You worked methodically, cleansing and dressing his wounds with a precision born of years of experience. Geralt clenched his teeth and let out a low, guttural sound as the pain from his injuries surged through his body. The sound was a primal, involuntary response.

Each labored breath was accompanied by a soft, pained hiss, a testament to the relentless torment he endured. Geralt's attempts to mask the pain were futile as his body involuntarily vocalized the anguish he was going through, and you felt the need to ease the pain for him.

"How can I make you feel better?" You asked him, your tone was filled with the fire of conviction. You wanted to help, but you didn't know how.

"Damn it," he muttered, his voice hoarse and strained. "I've faced worse than this." He paused to catch his breath, the pain evident in his every word. "How about you put those hands to work and pleasure me, instead of just defying and hurting me?" Geralt stated, his brow furrowed in agony, spoke through gritted teeth as sweat beaded on his forehead, the pain making his voice tremble and his words a struggle. "Are you gonna be a good girl for me? Get on your knees now."

You just nodded your head yes, wetting your now dried lips with your tongue, and obeyed. You took no time to get on your knees, looking up at him, where his frowned brow and gaze filled with pain controlled every move you made.

"I get so hard when I'm around you." The White Wolf spoke soft but firmly. "I know you'll make me feel so good."

You wasted no time in getting a grip on his girth and putting it in your mouth. The sound coming from the back of his throat is animalistic and raw. You can't get your eyes off him while you work your tongue on his tip, making him throw his head back and let out a loud moan.

"Feel what you're doing to me?" Oh. You did. Some of his pre-cum was already on your tongue. Your hands wandered all over his thighs. his abs, his chest. He was so hot, almost sweating naked there. "That's all because of you."

You unconsciously moaned around him, which almost drove him crazy. He lifted his hips from his seat, not much but enough to make you feel him pushing down your throat. Your mouth was full of him, all you could smell, taste and feel was the White Wolf in front of you.

"Fuck... just... right there!" He groaned grabbing a fist of your hair, his piercing amber eyes on your face and the way you were taking him so well. "That feels so good!"

You kept going, noticing how his cock tensed and got thicker, so you sucked him even harder, not being able to look away from his beautiful face, even though you could feel your throat having a hard time keeping the pace. You wanted to watch his face while you made him cum.

"I want you to swallow like the good girl you are." He muttered between gritted teeth and heavy breathing. Your hands wandered a bit longer, you felt his lower abs twitching and tensing, and you knew he was almost there. So you forced your head down a little more.

That move was enough to break him. You felt the thick ropes of salty cum on your tongue, his cock twitching and splurting semen. You kept your head in place, his hands never leaving your hair, pulling it more instead. You moaned around him, he almost couldn't keep his eyes open and you were mesmerized by the beautiful creature in front of you.

He was sweating, his chest rising and falling swiftly, and trying to catch his breath. He didn't let go of you until you swallowed it all.

"You've been so good for me," Geralt said, still a bit out of air. "What should your reward be, hmm?"

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DEFYING DESTINY

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"Do you know why I chose to save you?" Geralt asked, his chest rising and falling quickly due to his accelerated breathing.

"Free labor?" You smirked up at him, trying to give an explanation to everything that was happening.

"No, little sweet. You've got a world in your eyes. You were never meant to be some noble's wife. You were meant to be free." Geralt admitted, his husky voice low and slow, so you knew he meant it.

Why he decided to do this, you still don't know. You were confused as he took you away from Lord Aildwuss and his castle. The way he didn't want any of the mages offering to him and chose you, was highly suspicious, but you accepted it as your fate anyway.

Geralt had never been one for grand romantic gestures. He was a man of few words, a Witcher who had long ago grown used to the solitary path he walked. But when you witnessed the way he took you far away from that castle, you knew he meant it.

The night was cool, the moon casting a gentle glow on the cobbled streets of the city. You had your freedom now, and that was thanks to him.

You turned to face Geralt, your eyes filled with gratitude and something more – a warmth that had been absent from your life for far too long. He could see the relief in your smile and the weight that had been lifted from your shoulders.

"Thank you, Geralt," you said, your voice trembling with emotion. "I can't begin to express how grateful I am for what you've done."

Geralt simply nodded, his own gaze steady and reassuring. He wasn't one for flowery speeches or dramatic proclamations, but his actions spoke louder than any words. He had saved you, not for glory or riches, but because it was the right thing to do.

As you walked side by side through the streets, Geralt couldn't help but notice the newfound lightness in your step, the way your laughter rang out freely. It was a stark contrast to the life you had led as a pawn in the noble's games.

"I owe you everything," you said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you.

Geralt glanced at you and gave a small, rare smile. "No need for that," he replied. "Just promise me one thing – don't let anyone control your destiny again."

You nodded, determination in your eyes. "I won't, Geralt. I've tasted freedom, and I won't let it slip through my fingers."

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List of “a forbidden romance between the good and the bad” prompts

Requested by: Anonymous Request: “Hello!! I absolutely ADORE your blog and what you do!! It's helped so much with writing and helped me get back into it :D I was hoping, if it wasn't much trouble- if i could request some prompts based around forbidden romance? One from a world of good and the other from a world of bad- forbidden to be together type vibe.”

“We just can’t—” “But why can’t we?!” “You know exactly why we can’t. You and I… We’re different. We don’t… We’re not meant to be together.”

“As much as it pains me to say this, I don’t think I can ever... I can’t be with you.”

“You kill people for a living. And I’m someone who heals people for a living. Do you really think we can convince the public we’re not fucking lunatics for thinking this is going to work out between us?

“This line was never meant to be crossed.” “Well, we’ve crossed it. Now what?” “We don’t let anyone know we’ve crossed it, if we don’t want to lose each other.”

“But how long do we have to keep this a secret for?”

“I don’t know if I can act like I don’t know who the fuck you are in public when you do all of these things to me when we’re behind closed doors.”

“Our families would disown us—“ “Then so be it.”

“You know I’m all in if you are.”

“The world would go into chaos if we don’t keep this on the down low.”

“…This is going to get tiring for you one day, and you’re going to leave me. No one wants to be kept a secret.” “I wish you had more faith in me… In us.”

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“How about you put these lips to work instead of just talking all the time?”

“Will you stop talking, or do I have to make you shut up?”

“Don’t hide from me. Let me see you!”

“I need to feel you… Now!”

“I had a dream about you last night. Woke up hard/wet. Wanna hear about it?”

“Are you gonna be a good girl/boy for me?”

“Care to elaborate why you are going through my drawer and what you’re planning to do with that vibrator?”

“Now, now, don’t play shy now. Let me hear you!”

“You taste like heaven, and I can’t get enough.”

“Stop wiggling around, I’m trying to sleep! Wait… what’s tha… oh!”

“Fuck… just… right there! That feels so good!”

“Feel what you’re doing to me? That’s all because of you!”

“Take off your clothes. Slowly. I want to watch you.”

“I know you said no marks… But what if I put them where nobody except for me will see them?”

“You act all innocent and look so sweet, but I know what a dirty mind you really have.”

“We have to be quiet. If you make a sound, I’ll have to stop!”

“You tell me to stop teasing you, yet you moan all the time.”

“When I tell you to sit on my face, I want you to sit, is that clear?”

“Oh no, don’t stop on my account. I’m really enjoying the view.”

“I don’t like being told what to do, unless I’m naked. So can we move that to the bedroom?”

“Can I watch you?”

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MOONLIT NIGHTS: THE CABIN CHRONICLES

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-> Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x f!reader witch

-> Summary: Geralt of Rivia faces the impossible: he is defeated by a monster and, in the middle of trying to escape after being severally wounded, finds a cabin, where a witch who knows what he needs, cures him.

-> Rating: +18

-> Word count: 2.2k

-> Warnings: smut, kinks including breeding, rough sex, neck biting until blood comes out, degradation, domination, a little bit of praise kink, dirty talking

-> Notes: i've been rewatching the witcher and reading lots of fanfics, i got so in the mood of writing a piece and i hope you enjoy it! <3

Geralt of Rivia rode through the dense, ancient Caed Dhu forest, his silver hair glistening in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the leaves. He had been on the path for days, following rumors of a dangerous creature that plagued the nearby village.

As he ventured deeper into the woods, he couldn't shake the feeling that this particular hunt would be different.

In the heart of the treacherous Caed Dhu, Geralt of Rivia, the renowned Witcher, found himself in a dire predicament. A contract had led him deep into the ancient woods, where he faced a foe more formidable than any he had encountered before. The beast, a grotesque hybrid of wolf and wyrm, had proven to be a match for Geralt's skill and swordsmanship.

As the moon hung low in the night sky, Geralt's silver sword clanged against the creature's impenetrable scales. The battle had raged for hours, and his strength waned with every strike. Blood oozed from numerous wounds, staining his armor and leather boots. His trademark white hair clung to his sweat-soaked forehead, and his golden eyes burned with determination.

But in a moment of miscalculation, the beast lunged forward, its jaws snapping shut around Geralt's forearm. Pain seared through his body as his bones cracked, and he let out a roar of agony. With a swift, desperate maneuver, he wrenched his arm free, leaving shreds of flesh in the creature's maw.

Battered and bloodied, Geralt knew he was outmatched. With a heavy heart and aching limbs, he made a fateful decision. He turned and sprinted through the darkened forest, leaving behind the monster he could not defeat. His every step sent waves of agony through his injured arm, but he pushed himself to the limit.

As he escaped, he couldn't help but reflect on his countless battles, his victories, and his unshakable resolve. Yet, this time, survival took precedence over valor. The Caed Dhu closed in around him, a labyrinth of twisted trees and shadowy threats. Geralt, the fearless Witcher, ran for his life, vowing to return to face the beast another day, once he had healed and prepared for the inevitable rematch.

Deep within the heart of the dense and mysterious Caed Dhu, Geralt of Rivia stumbled upon an unexpected sanctuary. The cabin's solitude was a haven for a Witcher in need, a sanctuary where he could mend his battered body and prepare for the inevitable return to the treacherous wilderness.

The cabin stood as a solitary sentinel in the depths of the forest, its timeworn facade hidden beneath a canopy of thick foliage. With aching limbs and a resolve unyielding as steel, Geralt pushed open the creaking door and stepped into the dimly lit interior.

Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of herbs and alchemical concoctions. The flickering candlelight revealed a modest yet well-equipped witch's lair. Shelves lined with vials of potions and bundles of dried herbs stretched to the ceiling. A cauldron simmered with a mysterious brew, its aroma tinged with both magic and healing properties.

He needed rest and healing. Inside the cabin, a fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow across the room. The scent of herbs and potions filled the air, a telltale sign of a fellow witch's presence. He knew he wasn't alone.

From the shadows, your hooded figure emerged, revealing the gentle features of a young witch. You had been tracking his progress and had prepared the cabin for his arrival.

He got a closer look of you, which allowed him to see the medallion of the Viper, which matched your dark green eyes, that were glistening under the candle's light. You were, definitely, one of the few Witches left after the Trials that erased most of them from the surface of Earth.

Without a word, you approached Geralt and began to help him remove his clothes, your touch gentle yet firm. As the clothing fell away, his battle-worn body was exposed, covered in cuts and bruises. He hissed in pain as you examined his wounds.

"I'll take care of you, Geralt," you murmured softly, your voice soothing. You mixed herbs and applied salves, tending to each injury with practiced care. Your fingers moved with a grace born of years of training.

Geralt watched you work, silently grateful for your presence. The pain began to ebb away as your healing magic flowed through him, knitting his flesh together.

Once the wounds were tended to, you stepped back, your eyes meeting his yellowish ones with a warmth that belied the harsh world they inhabited.

"Rest now," you said, guiding him to a nearby bed. "You've earned it."

As he lay down, his body slowly relaxing, Geralt couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the kindred spirit who had tended to his wounds. In a world filled with darkness and danger, he had found a glimmer of light and solace in your healing touch.

Also, your touch brought up a slow burning fire within him, making him feeling the need in his body to bring you closer, to lick you, to taste you. He needed to show gratefulness by giving pleasure to you after healing him with such care and knowledge... as if you knew exactly how his body reacted to each one of the remedies you were using. That made the White Wolf groan in approval.

He couldn't help but grab your wrist before you stepped back, not applying so much pressure to hurt you, but enough strength to keep you where you stood. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat, making you stare back at his intense stare.

He started slowly and gently rubbing your inner wrist, where your pulse was accelerated, with his thumb calming it, you, without words, and no further movements needed.

"You're safe, Geralt. You made it home. Let me go, and you rest." You whispered, not wanting to break the calm and enchanted ambience. You don't know how you managed to sound firm, calm, steady and confident, but your tone left no doubts.

He kept staring at you, his jaw tense while the candles in the cabin lightened his skin, and you couldn't help but break eye contact and admire his body. His injured body. But, also, his fit figure.

Suddenly, Geralt pulled you into him without effort, and a groan escaped from him, low and deep. Something that made your body really happy, but you knew you couldn't risk hurting him more than he already was. You needed him fully recovered.

"If you want to keep that hand and arm, I'd suggest you let go." You had no choice but to warn him.

"I can smell you, Witch." He simply replied, his voice low and raspy, while not letting you go. You swallowed the lump in your throat, as you smelled his arousal, too. There was no possible denial in what was going around between you two, in that cabin, as the darkness of the night and the moonlit mixed with the candles surrounding you both.

With his other hand, he grabbed the Viper medallion hanging from your neck, pulling your face closer to his while keeping his firm stare at you. You could even notice the smallest of the dilation of his pupils in that position.

"After taking care of me, let me take care of your needs, witch." Geralt whispered. You knew fighting him was useless, and you couldn't deny the way your body was craving him, either. He tilted his body, not giving a flying fuck about his fresh wounds.

You stared down at his lips, and back to his eyes. He grinned a little before grabbing your medallion and pulling you close until both of your lips were a wet mess against each other, not even letting the air pass between you two.

You moaned against his lips, your groans and whines making him feel rougher and animalistic each passing second. His hands were everywhere on your body, not allowing even one millimeter of skin escape from his touch.

No previous warning, he ripped your dress from behind and continued tearing off your undergarments. You were speechless as you could only feel him. You tried touching him, but he didn’t allow that. He had you naked in front of him in a matter of seconds.

Furthermore, you looked into his eyes, waiting for his next move. "Geralt-" You were anxious for more of what he had to offer.

"You're exquisite, aren't you, witch?" He was appreciative of your exposed body in front of him, meanwhile using your condition as a pet name, which didn't annoy you at all.

He took your silence as an invitation to switch positions, grabbing you by a fistful by your long hair, having you bent over the same surface he was laying on not long ago.

Geralt directed his right hand to your pussy, moving his fingers between your folds while humming appreciatively at your wetness. The sounds filling the room, and the sights you had thanks to the little mirror that wasn't too far away on the wall in front of you, were too much to handle. It didn't take long for your thighs to begin to shake, and the White Wolf knew it too.

His hand, which was teasing you, was now wrapped around your small neck, pushing you down, taking out his digits, spreading you apart with his large girth, and slamming into your cunt.

As you wrapped your small hand around his, he tightened his hold on your neck, taking your gesture as an invitation to be rougher.

He tilted his body on top of your back, replacing the hold of his hand on your neck with his teeth burying in the delicate spot of your skin, as he kept slamming into your wetness, and you could feel his medallion swinging over you as his movement fastened, and his cock was buried deep, still pounding, into you.

"Ah, fuck, Geralt." You mumbled, not being able to keep your eyes out of the reflection in the mirror. The candles lightning his sweated skin, you underneath him as he dominated you on that unstable surface and his aura surrounding your senses.

Your hips began to move on his, as you needed that sweet relief. Geralt's bite on your neck became harder and you could feel and smell a bit of blood running down your skin, which heated up both of you even more, if possible.

His groans were louder against you, the slamming of his cock inside of you more frenetic and he dug his nails into the sides of your hips to keep you steady. He let go of your neck to press his mouth on your shoulder. "You're so fucking tight and behaving like a good girl," he moaned. "Keep milking me, witch, so I can breed you and fill you up with my cum until it oozes out."

The way he was talking to you, saying those things, had you closer to the edge. You needed to feel his cock pulsate inside of you, stretching you out and getting you full of him. Your moans were unstoppable as nonsense dripped out of your mouth.

"I wanna see those pretty thighs of yours covered with my cum." Geralt wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you in place as he circled your nipple with his thumb and index, pinching it.

“Yes, Geralt, yes." Your mind was blank, dazzled with lust and desire, almost making you forget your own name.

Your thighs began to shake, and he felt them, “Yes, witch, come all over my cock.” His encouraging, husky voice praised you. You called out the White Wolf's name, your orgasm hitting hard and uncontrollably, your head dizzy as you saw stars and lights in your vision.

You felt Geralt exploding inside of you, with a few more snaps of his hips against your ass you felt his girth tighten up, and a few more spurts of his cum filling you up as you rode off your orgasm.

"Fuck, you milked me so good, you emptied me, didn't you?" He moaned and grunted again as he felt your pussy tightening lightly on him. "What kind of witchcraft did you use on me, huh?"

He let go of your breast, not moving his position so you were still under his dominant figure while his cock rested inside of you, feeling your thighs sticky of his cum and other mix of fluids.

"Well, you loved the way I was curing you earlier and the attention I gave you, didn't you, Witcher?"

"I'm not one to turn down a healing session when I'm offered one." Geralt whispered in your ear, still not getting off you. "But what's the catch?"

You smiled, feeling chills down your spine. "The catch is, I get to pamper every inch of you and make sure you're completely healed."

"I think I can handle that kind of catch."

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