Chapitre 224: A Love Hate Relationship (The Witcher)
A groan leaves Geralt of Rivia's mouth as he awakens. However, it's not one of soreness, but of pleasure. Of course, any man would groan in pleasure if he woke up to the feeling of a beautiful woman servicing him with her mouth. One might wonder how the Witcher knew it was a beautiful woman… well, unless Yennefer had snuck away in the night and someone else had snuck in, then there was only one sorceress that could be down between his legs.
For a moment, he simply enjoys her aggressive bobbing, her tongue swirling around his cockhead, when she's not working her way up and down his member with her lips. He lets himself wake up slowly, until finally his vision is more focused and he's feeling less drowsy. Only then does Geralt reach down and lift up the sheet covering his musclebound torso and lower body.
A pair of beautiful lilac eyes rises to meet him, even as the gorgeous black-haired Yennefer of Vengerberg continues to slurp and lap at his cock. He groans again in pleasure as she does this one thing with her tongue that he simply can't get enough of, tilting his head back and letting his eyes drift shut for a moment so he can enjoy just the sensation of her mouth around his member.
Of course, a few moments later, that wondrous mouth leaves his cock with a pop, and Yennefer sits up. Geralt groans, knowing that the sorceress wants more participation from him. The very fact that Yen goes so far as to wake him up with the blowjob shows her affection, but she's not some submissive housewife or tavern wench or brothel whore, to wait on him hand and foot and do all the work.
But at the same time, it's too early in the day for him to want to move around too much. He knows she wants him to fuck her, but Geralt would prefer to just lie there and relax a little longer, no matter how hard she's gotten his morning wood. So, he doesn't say or do anything… and for good measure he keeps his eyes closed as well.
A flash of magic hits his eyelids as Yennefer casts a spell of some sort, and finally the Witcher opens his eyes, one and then the other, just as Renfri of Creyden deposits herself on his cock, dropping down and impaling herself without hesitation. A grunt leaves Geralt's lips as her tight insides wrap around his member, even as the Witcher's hands immediately come up and latch onto her hips.
"Yen…"
His tone is one of warning as he growls up at the transformed sorceress. This is NOT Renfri, Princess of Creyden, daughter of Fredefalk, and stepdaughter of Aridea. Geralt should know, he's the one that killed the woman. It… wasn't something he liked to talk about very much, but of course Yennefer had pulled the story from him over copious amounts of wine one night. The story of how he came to be called by the less than pleasing title; Butcher of Blaviken.
"Calling out another woman while we're fucking, Geralt? For shame?"
Yennefer has no way of knowing Renfri's character, of course. Geralt had ended up explaining as best he could what had happened in Blaviken between him, Renfri, and Stregobor. Unfortunately for Geralt, Yennefer and Renfri were all too similar. Strong, independent women who weren't afraid to speak their mind or try and take what they wanted.
Or, in Yen's case, provoke what she wanted.
"Yennefer…"
His growl gets louder, but Yen doesn't let up. She's riding him now, wearing Renfri's face, leaning forward with Renfri's hands planted on his chest.
"You killed me, Geralt. You killed me and my men, and it was a noble deed. You saved the people of Blaviken at my expense, even if they never thanked you for it. Still, I feel like the least you could do is give me a good… hard… fucking."
This wasn't the first time they'd played this game. Or rather, this wasn't the first time Yennefer had set Geralt off. With a snarl, the Witcher comes up out of the bed, his hands sliding up higher on Renfri's body. Because it is Renfri's body, thanks to Yennefer's magics. The first time she'd worn the other woman's form, Geralt had been absolutely gobsmacked and completely mystified, until she explained how she'd taken Renfri's image from his memories. Then, he just felt sort of violated.
Pulling her off of his cock and spinning them both around, Geralt pins Yennefer-as-Renfri face down onto the bed. Immediately, the disguised sorceress lifts her hips, bumping back into his rock hard cock… but if she were worried that he wouldn't fuck her, she needn't be… she's pissed him off, after thoroughly arousing him. In this case, Geralt really has no choice but to give in to his desires.
His cock slides into Renfri from behind without issue. She cries out, moaning throatily as she wiggles beneath him but finds no escape. He's big and she's small, and at the end of the day, his strength eclipses hers something fierce.
"T-That's right, Geralt! Fuck me! Give it to me!"
Perhaps it'd be weirder if he hadn't lain with Renfri before he was forced to kill her. But her body does feel right and familiar and natural to him. Probably more of his memories helping Yennefer perfect the illusionary magic. With a grunt, Geralt slams into her from above, fucking her down into the bed. He doesn't even let her get up onto her hands and knees, he pins her in place and prone-bones her, leaving her legs to kick in the air behind him as she shrieks for a moment before biting down on the pillow in front of her.
One might expect Geralt to be immensely turned off by this kind of thing. Perhaps if he were a normal person, he would be. Perhaps he's a sick, twisted individual who can't help himself. Even if Yennefer's peeking into his memories feels like a violation, it's not like Geralt has a right to be offended or anything like that. Not with Yennefer, not after the Last Wish.
Grunting and growling, Geralt keeps his arms wrapped around Renfri's body. She's struggling, squirming really, bucking up against him, but to no avail of course. Not only is she a woman and much smaller than him, she's also not a Witcher, and thus weaker than him. In a contest of strength, neither Renfri nor Yennefer would ever stand a chance.
Shutting his eyes tight, Geralt grits his teeth as he thrusts forward into her cunt, over and over. His cock fills her insides, and Yennefer-as-Renfri moans, her inner walls tightening and clenching around his member. She orgasms in no time at all, something that is distinctly Not Renfri. That night Geralt and she had spent together… it'd taken quite a lot for him to extract an orgasm from the woman. He'd managed it in the end, and in multiple too, but she'd had a long fuse, to be sure.
By comparison, Yennefer was on a hair trigger. Whether that was who she was or a product of the wish he'd made keeping them… close together, Geralt couldn't say. He didn't want to ask, didn't want to have it confirmed that he'd made her more sexually attracted to him by magic, rather than it being real. But then, that was the big question of their entire relationship, wasn't it? Was their affection for each other, dare he say it, their love for each other… was it real, or was it the djinn's work?
It certainly felt real. But then so did Renfri's body beneath him, getting fucked nice and hard and cumming nonstop around his thrusting cock. He was fucking her harder and faster than he'd ever taken the real Renfri. The real Renfri wouldn't have stood for being pinned down beneath him. She likely would have already gotten a hand free and back behind her to try and gouge out his eye or something like that.
But Yennefer-as-Renfri was a fan of rough sexual encounters like this one. It was something Geralt hadn't failed to notice about her… for whatever reason, be it self-loathing or something else, Yennefer of Vengerberg had a fetish for being pinned down and taken. Not necessarily dominated, but forced, even if it was just horse play and rough housing.
She wouldn't appreciate if it he started talking dirty in her ear or anything like that but holding her in place and prone-boning her like this, well, that was obviously Yen's bread and butter given how much she was cumming around his cock. And the way her pussy walls were clenching and squeezing along his member, it was working for Geralt as well.
But, he had to be provoked, sometimes. He had to be enticed to take her like this, angered to the point of needing to take out his frustrations on her body… or rather, whatever body she had decided to wear for the day. Today it was Renfri. Tomorrow it might be another woman in Geralt's life that he'd failed. Perhaps Calanthe, the Lioness of Cintra would be the next face to show up. Or Pavetta.
Yennefer enjoyed bashing Geralt across the face with his failures, especially when he was horny. And as shameful as it was, he enjoyed it a bit too. Didn't make it any better. And so, even as Geralt thrusts into Renfri's cunt one final time before emptying his sterile seed into Yennefer's equally sterile womb, he leans forward and parts the brown locks she's currently wearing to murmur into her ear.
"Yennefer… we can't keep doing this."
As she comes down from her final orgasm, Yennefer lets go of the magic, turning back into herself. Then, she bucks her hips back into his cock forcibly, even as she looks back over her shoulder at him.
"And why ever not? It's not like you're faithful when we're apart."
Geralt winces at that. He wasn't about to hide the fact that he commonly took comfort in whores whenever they parted ways. He was a man… more than that, he was a Witcher. Each day could be his last, and the feel of a woman's flesh against his own was always a nice way to chase away the night terrors. He wasn't going to apologize for it, and luckily Yennefer had never asked him to.
"Because… because it's not right. Wearing other women's faces when we fuck… especially dead women."
Smirking, a hint of cruelty enters Yen's beautiful, ethereal lilac eyes as she reaches back and runs a hand down Geralt's chest.
"She wouldn't be dead, if you hadn't killed her."
A fresh surge of anger rushes through Geralt's body at that… as does a fresh surge of arousal. It's not his fault, he's still buried in Yen's cunt, and the damn minx is flexing and tightening her inner muscles along his cock rhythmically as they speak.
"Yen…"
She smirks at his warning tone and raises one perfectly sculpted eyebrow at him.
"Yes, yes… she forced your hand. Of course, she wouldn't have been able to do so if you hadn't let her trick you in the first place. She got you thinking with your cock… and it got her killed."
With a louder growl, Geralt pulls out of Yen's cunt, and with his erection lubed up with their combined fluids, spreads Yennefer's ass cheeks apart and thrusts forward into her anus with no restraint. Another round of hate sex begins as Yennefer howls in pain and pleasure alike, beating her fists and kicking her feet as she wiggles and writhes underneath him. It's a meager effort to dislodge him, and it doesn't work, even as Geralt reaches out and grabs a fistful of his lover's beautiful black hair, yanking her head back and wrapping his other hand around to grab her by her jaw.
As he fucks her anally, Geralt growls into her ear, his nostrils flaring and breathing hot air across the lobe.
"You're a bitch, Yen… you know that?"
"Y-You love it, you b-bastard."
Geralt just snarls and keeps on fucking her ass. He's got no doubt that it hurts… but also no doubt that it feels good as well. Yennefer is all gritted teeth and grunts and groans at first, but as her tight sphincter gives way before his thrusts, she begins to moan as well, panting heavily as she grips the bedding beneath her, burying her face in the pillow as she screams.
He doesn't let up, not even for a second. If she ever told him to stop, he'd stop in an instant. If she ever told him to get off of her, he'd get off of her. Even if he's angry with her, Geralt knows to respect her limits. They've even found them together once or twice, the two of them. Yennefer loves to push Geralt to HIS limits, which in turn sometimes results in him pushing her to hers.
But this is well within those limits, and butt fucking Yennefer rather spitefully doesn't actually do anything but make her cum, eventually. Her body shakes and spasms, and the muscles of her anus contract in an amazing way around his cock. With a curse, Geralt pulls out of Yen at the last second and proceeds to deliver a nice, large load of his cum across her pert backside and her blemish free back.
He covers her from her thighs to her neck in his seed before he's done, and then he crawls up to her head and almost contemptuously wipes his cock off with her hair. Yennefer yelps at that, as he tugs on a few of her roots in the process, but if she didn't want him to use her so spitefully, she shouldn't have fucking provoked him.
With a grunt, Geralt gets off the bed and starts getting dressed, leaving the utterly fucked, utterly ruined sorceress laying there behind him. Neither of them exchange further words as he finishes up and heads out for the day. And yet, they don't really need to. Both of them know they'll end up right back here again, fucking the night away. And if not the night, the morning. And if not the morning… well, you get the idea.
His and Yen's relationship might be a strange one… but it's the closest thing Geralt has to romantic love, as sad as that may be. So, he'll probably hold onto it, until he finds some way to irreparably screw it all up, like he always does.
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