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The Domineering Witcher (The Witcher)
🕑 Added 2020-01-17 23:49:16 +0000 UTCWeekly Poll Winner
Themes: Dom/Sub, Fucked Silly, Rough Sex
Summary: Keen to explore her fantasies of losing control, Yen finds the perfect opportunity after Geralt returns from his latest contract, successful but frustrated by the prejudice of the peasants he'd worked for. Her snark consciously pushes him past his snapping point, calculated to unleash that aspect of himself the Witcher usually reserves for monsters. The outcome wildly exceeds her expectations as Geralt dominates the cool and reserved sorceress into a mewling and gasping pile of arousal.
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It’s a bit underhanded, what she’s planning on doing… but when Geralt walks in the door disgruntled, Yennefer can’t help herself. She’s been keen to… explore certain fantasies for a while now. And having known Geralt for quite some time at this point, she’s well aware of what makes him tick and what will… push him over the edge, so to speak.
“Did the job go sideways?”
Even as she asks, her violet eyes roam up and down Geralt’s armor-clad form. No visible wounds, which means he’s not injured too badly. He’s just… upset. That’s perfect for Yen’s purposes. Letting out a low growl, the White Wolf clenches his hands into fists for a few moments before shaking his head, whipping his long white hair around as the bearded Witcher sighs and sets his swords down off to the side.
“… No. It went fine.”
Yennefer raises an eyebrow as she rises from her writing desk and casually makes her way over to her lover, sauntering seductively up to Geralt with a wicked little grin on her lips.
“Fine? If this is fine, I’m not sure I want to see what sideways would look like.”
Geralt just growls again for a moment, but ultimately his shoulders slump and he opens up.
“It was the damn peasants. Prejudiced against Witchers, the lot of them. Extracting payment was a bitch and a half.”
Normally, Yennefer would be supportive. Or rather, she would at least have a disparaging comment for the peasantry. Having lived most of her life as a sorceress now and having left her all too humble upbringing behind her long ago, Yennefer had nothing but distaste for those that wallowed in the mud and fed the pigs and grew crops. Oh sure, she accepted their necessity, but they were almost always small-minded to a T. If they were prejudiced against Witchers, then they were likely prejudiced against Witches as well, after all.
And yet, this time Yennefer goes against her natural instinct, that same small smile on her lips as she hums, cocking her head to the side.
“Well, did you ever think that the problem might be with you?”
Geralt’s head whips around at that, and Yennefer knows she’s hit a nerve. He’s hurt by her words… incensed by them, even.
“What?”
There’s a little bit of danger in that single word answer, but Yennefer doesn’t back off, smirking easily and gracefully shrugging her shoulders.
“Well, you don’t exactly give off a welcoming exterior, Geralt. Have you ever considered being… nicer?”
Eyes widening, Geralt’s nostrils flare as he growls deep in his throat.
“Nicer?”
He’s at the edge now. Her snark is pushing him past his snapping point, just as she calculated, her aim to unleash that aspect of single-minded ferocity within her lover that’s usually reserved for the monsters. Yennefer doesn’t have to say anything else. She just gives Geralt a secretive little smile and one more shrug of her shoulders, before turning back to her writing desk and leaning over it, looking at her work. At the same time, she knows just how enticing she currently is.
Dressed in her feathered dress with slits on the sides, along with her black lace stockings, the dark haired, purple eyed sorceress is showing just a hint of thigh, and as she bends over, her dress defines her ass more in just the perfect way, fitting quite nicely to her plump posterior. When Geralt finally speaks, she only hears it because she’s listening for it.
“… I’ll show you nicer.”
Yen can only grin as her lover stomps up behind her. She gasps when he suddenly bends her over her writing desk, and she whips her head around looking suitably affronted, even as he flips up the back of her dress to reveal her lacy black lingerie.
“Geralt! What do you think you’re doing?!”
He’s almost like a different person like this, his yellow eyes flashing with intense desire and his mouth forming into something of a wicked grin.
“Being nice.”
One of his hands comes down between her shoulderblades and he pins her there, even as the other yanks her panties off of her ass, exposing both her beautiful heart-shaped derriere and her already dripping wet cunt. Geralt’s gloved palm slaps up against that cunt, making an audible wet smacking sound as Yennefer cries out from the mild pain.
“G-Geralt, I have work to do…”
She very clearly never tells him to stop. Yennefer knows her lover quite well, even if this is a new side of him that she’s currently exploring. All of their bedroom play before now has either been purely primal and mutual, or leaned slightly towards her controlling the narrative by riding him to kingdom cum again and again as he lay under her and let her milk his cock for all she was worth.
Regardless, if she tells him no, if she demands that he stop doing what he’s doing at any point, Geralt will almost certainly listen to her. Even like this, even as he is right now, Yennefer knows that he has no desire to actually force himself upon her without her consent. And yet, that’s exactly what Yen wants here. She wants to be forced. She wants to lose control. Those are the fantasies she’s hoping to explore today.
So, she acts reluctant, but not quite unwilling, squirming and grimacing and clawing at her desk as Geralt fingers her cunt roughly with his gloved digits, aggressively sawing them in and out of her pussy. Leaning in close, Geralt’s hot breath ghosts across her ear as he growls at her.
“It can wait.”
Shivering in delight, trying to tamp down on her reactions, Yennefer gasps and shakes her head.
“I-It really can’t, you see-mmph!”
As she’d hoped, Geralt cuts her off. He takes her voice from her with a kiss, but it’s not a gentle, soft, or even all that loving of a kiss. No, he kisses her harshly, roughly, aggressively, just like he’s treated her so far. With his hand in her hair, he twists her head around and smashes his lips into hers like he’s claiming ownership over her.
Yennefer has never been wetter, and as she soaks through the glove Geralt is wearing, he eventually pulls away and snarls at her.
“You’re enjoying this!”
Immediately, Yennefer scoffs at that, adopting her usual cool and reserved, calm and collected attitude.
“Honestly, Geralt, do you really think I like you manhand-aaah~”
He cuts her off in the middle of that by jamming his fingers back into her dripping quim and twisting them in a way that causes the leather of his glove to rake across her insides. The wanton moan that leaves Yennefer’s lips as a result of this is NOT according to plan… but it has a positive effect anyways, because rather than pulling away from her entirely, Geralt gets right back to business, even more enthusiastic than before.
Yennefer’s violet eyes widen as he begins to strip her. He’s not gentle about it either, pulling off her dress and the rest of her clothing piece by piece, garment by garment. He removes everything save for her arm-length gloves and her choker, leaving Yennefer completely naked when he finally pushes her back down over her writing desk.
She makes token protests here and there, of course, doing her level best to try and provoke Geralt to be rougher with her, even more savage. For the most part, they have their intended effect, and he does indeed treat her less and less like her lover and more like a piece of property, to be used and abused. It’s her deepest, darkest, most hidden fantasy… and it’s being fulfilled by the man she loves most in the world.
After he strips her, Geralt strips himself. Every time Yennefer tries to lift herself up off of the desk, he’s bent her over however, he presses back down on the spot between her shoulders, forcing her face first into the table with a fresh growl. She keeps doing it anyways, enjoying the roughhousing, especially when Geralt even spanks her ass a few times in the process as punishment.
But eventually, they’re both fully nude and Geralt’s hands fall to her hips as he drags her ass up into the air a bit more, his hard cock slapping up against her undercarriage and rubbing against her pussy lips ferociously. Yennefer twists to look back at him, planted face and tit down on the writing desk, biting her lower lip. She doesn’t have any more snark or reluctance to give him… she wants it too badly at this point.
And then he’s inside of her, and Yennefer of Vengerberg is seeing stars as she’s finally taken by the White Wolf, by the Butcher of Blaviken. Before, it’d always been Geralt of Rivia, the man, not the monster. But Witchers were made to fight monsters by becoming part-monster themselves in a way. The Trial of the Grasses left them changed, usually via monster mutagens.
Geralt could certainly be a monster when he needed to be, and that was exactly what Yen thought she needed right now. She was… partially right. In the end, the White Wolf was even more ferocious then Yen could have imagined. In the end, as Geralt rails her into the writing desk and the pleasure builds and builds and builds within her, she begins to wonder if she maybe made a mistake.
Her first orgasm is explosive and loud. Her second is no less. Her third, fourth, and fifth come in short order after that, until she’s climaxing around Geralt’s pistoning prick every second or third stroke, or so it feels. Eventually, his hand fists in her hair and Geralt yanks Yen back up off of the desk, pulling her head up so that her back arches, her bouncing, jiggling breasts jutting out in response.
He uses his grip on her hair to fuck her even harder, even faster, and it’s all Yennefer can do to keep herself intact, to keep her mind steady. But then he kicks it up a notch, transitioning from gripping her hair to squeezing her breasts, and the way he mauls and kneads her titflesh as he fucks her harder and harder from behind is just… everything, in the end.
Her violet eyes roll back in her head, and Yennefer of Vengerberg’s tongue lolls out of her mouth in a truly humiliating fashion. If any of her peers could see her now, she would never be able to live it down. Geralt was dominating her, conquering her, taking the cool, collected sorceress and turning her into a mewling, gasping puddle of arousal.
Eventually, he pulls her back from the desk. With one hand on her hip and the other on her breast, Geralt walks Yen over to the bed, fucking her the whole way. His cock saws in and out of her cunt as he makes her stagger forward step by step in front of him, the jarring thrusts of his member moving her as much as she’s moving herself, in the end.
When they reach the bed, Geralt pulls her off of his cock and then tosses her onto it. He pounces on Yen before she can so much as get her knees up under herself, pinning her down to the bed as he slides right back into her sopping wet cunt without so much as a by your leave. His hands grab her wrists as he does this, and he fucks her prone like that, pounding into her from above, making the entire bed rock.
So forceful, so violent, so rough… it’s everything Yennefer wanted from this experience, but also more than she’d thought possible. Geralt has taken her fantasy of losing control and is running with it unknowingly. Her mind feels like it’s unraveling as he fucks her through orgasm after orgasm. No man has ever treated her this way, and no man has ever made her feel this good either… not even Geralt himself.
The White Wolf is relentless, and it seems completely insatiable. He fills her with his seed eventually, oh yes he does, but when he pulls out and Yennefer turns over onto her back to give him a tired yet satisfied smile, Geralt is already kneeling on either side of her head, shoving his cock into her mouth just as she opens it to speak. Those violet eyes of hers widen even as Yennefer finds herself sucking Geralt’s cock. She grabs at his thighs, and he growls down at her. In the end, Yennefer submits to him totally and utterly, and once she’s done cleaning his cock of their combined fluids, Geralt is rock hard and ready to go again.
Needless to say, Yen doesn’t get much work done that night. Neither do either of them get much in the way of sleep. But all in all, that doesn’t matter too much. Yennefer gets exactly what she wanted and more, while accidentally unleashing a bit of an insatiable monster in the process. After the next week is spent with Geralt plowing her relentlessly at any and all times of the day, Yennefer knows that she has to make a drastic decision.
But that’s alright. Geralt has always been a man who loved fast and frequently. Arranging for some of the other women in his life to take him off of her hands so that she can get a break after being his sex toy for an entire week… well, by that point it just feels like common sense.
