*Author's note: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from The Witcher universe. Both Geralt and Yennefer are characters created and owned by Andrzej Sapkowski, and I do not claim any ownership over them or any other characters from The Witcher universe. This story is for entertainment only and is not part of the official Witcher canon.
**For fans of the Netflix show, this scene is set right after Geralt frees the djinn that Yennefer so desperately wants for her own purposes in the episode "Bottled Appetites". With that in mind, please enjoy some filthy fanfic smut ;)
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"Yennefer?" Geralt questioned, getting to his knees and shaking her lifeless body.
He hoped his wish had worked. He couldn't stand by while he watched her kill herself, trying to tether the djin's power to her body. He had wished for her to be safe. And...for them to be tied together forever. But that last part wasn't as important. No need for it to be mentioned out loud.
"Yennefer," he said again, turning her over and gently brushing strands of hair out of her face. "It's me, Geralt"
She stirred, her eyes fluttering open before her gaze locked on his and she realized where she was. And what had happened.
She sat up, vindictive anger immediately coursing through her body.
"I know who you are," she sneered, eyeing him up and down. "What did you do? You stopped me didn't you?"
Geralt stared at her in wordless disbelief.
"I nearly had it," she breathed.
"You had shit-all, I saved your life!" he snapped back. Ungrateful wench.
"I saved yours!" she screamed. "You let the djin escape! Who knows what havoc it will wreak now that it has no vessel at all?"
"No more havoc than you," he roared, eyeing her up and down as if she were a dangerous weapon to be wary of. "And djins are only dark creatures when they're held captive."
"How can you be so sure?" she moved closer to him, challenging him, her voice intense.
Geralt looked at her deeply, lust stirring in his loins in spite of himself.
This woman had bewitched him from the moment he saw her. Whether it was from a spell or simply his hormones, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that everything about her: her power, her body, her fiery temper, served to bend him to her will. He felt utterly powerless around her. It frightened him. It excited him.
"When did you last feel happy when you felt trapped?" he husked, watching his words hit home.
Yennefer looked back at him, taking in his square lantern jaw, his amber eyes, the rugged slope of his nose. She despised him. Loathed him. Wanted him nowhere near her.
And yet...in spite of all this, her body responded to him. The breadth of his shoulders, the thickness of his torso, the general bulk of his muscular body. Not many men were built like that-like they had been born to toss a woman over their shoulder and drag them off to bed if they so had the whim.
Geralt plowed on, shaking Yennefer from her salacious musings.
"And if you were going to portal us to safety," he spat, looking around and the destruction Yennefer's ill-fated spell had reaped. "You could have taken us out of this shit-town!"
"A fine critique if you could make a portal yourself," Yennefer raged, her cheeks flaming. Ignorant man! "And it wasn't a shit-town. It was a fine town until you came along...I had a plan."
Geralt scoffed.
"And that was going swimmingly."
"It was," she insisted, leveling him with a flash of malice from her violet eyes. "Like a drowning fish."
The air thickened between them. An electric current seemed to spark between them, shifting the mood in the air from fury to lust. He stared at her, taking in her tousled hair, her parted lips, the alluring thrust of her chin as she raged back at him.
And before either of them knew what was happening, they were on each other, their lips plastered against one another, their hands roaming each other's bodies.
Yennefer moaned into his lips, opening her mouth wide for his exploring tongue. Her head swam with desire as he claimed her mouth, her nipples stiffening under the flimsy fabric of her dress.
His muscular body pinned her to the floor, allowing her to feel the immense power he had over her. Her pussy flooded with juices.
Gerlat groaned as his nostrils took in the scent of her arousal. He ground his bulge into her prostrate body, forcing her to feel the magnitude of her effect on him.
"You witch," he said, grabbing her throat and staring deeply into her eyes. "Do you feel what you've done to me?"
As if to emphasize the state of his body, he thrust his thickening cock harder into her leg. She moaned.
"I to you?" she snapped. "What have you done to me?"
He roared, tearing at the sheer fabric covering her breasts so that her nipples were finally exposed. His pupils dilated as he greedily gazed upon her naked breasts, her pink nipples stiffening into aroused peaks.
She whimpered as he grabbed her breasts with his rough hands, pushing them together as if they were his play-things. Leaning forward, he began to assault her breasts with his mouth, licking, sucking and biting on her nipples as if he were a little boy at a candy store.
She groaned as she felt the rough scratch of his stubble on her sensitive buds. She pushed her legs together, trying to stop the ache between her legs that continued to throb as he pulled unwanted pleasure from her body.
He relished equal attention on both breasts, suckling on one nipple then the other, his fingers tweaking and playing with one that was more neglected. Yennefer looked down, gasping and panting as she saw the Witcher's cheeks hollow as he sucked on her perky tits. She let out a high-pitched wail.
"I think my little witch likes when I play with her nipples," Geralt taunted at her before diving back to his dessert.
She bucked her hips back at him, dying for some relief at the ache within her legs.
His mouth still clamped around her nipple, Geralt reached his hand between her legs and hissed when he felt the naked flesh of her womanhood.
"You wear no undergarments?" he rasped.
"I was doing a spell!" she explained. "It isn't customary."
Geralt groaned, and with unforeseen strength, he tore her dress off, leaving her completely and utterly naked before him. Roughly spreading her legs with his hands, he plunged his thick fingers into her sopping wet pussy. Yennefer cried out, throwing her head back in ecstasy as her hungry pussy sucked at his fingers.
With a grunt, Geralt pulled his fingers up to his mouth and sucked the juices off them, refusing to break eye contact with a speechless Yennefer. Geralt closed his eyes, relishing the taste of her delicious pussy on his tongue.
