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Geralt Takes Yennefer Up the Ass

*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.

"Better than I imagined."

Geralt sat up, kneeling before her, and began to unbutton his breeches, working to free his cock from its confines. The front of his breeches tented obscenely, throbbing and twitching as it barely held back his raging erection.

And suddenly, he exposed himself.

Yennefer's mouth dropped open at the sight of his massive member-the biggest she had ever seen. It was nearing 10 inches long and impossibly thick-she didn't think her fingers would be able to fit around the girth.

She gulped.

"Are all Witchers so well-endowed?" she asked warily.

Geralt threw her a cocky grin.

"Not like this."

Geralt reached for his massive cock and began to jack himself, greedily drinking in Yennefer's naked body splayed out before him. Yennefer's whole body broke into a flush, her nipples elongating. The sight of him pumping his cock in front of her was making her impossibly aroused.

"You like this?" he grunted at her, a drop of pre-cum beading at the top of his swollen head. "You like me pumping my cock in front of you?"

"I admit it is having quite the effect on me."

Geralt threw back his head, the tendons in his neck popping, the marble-like muscles of his biceps bulging as he pleasured himself in front of her.

Without thinking, Yennefer spread her legs wider, her fingers drifting down to her dripping pussy-lips. She moaned as her fingers found the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her folders. Her eyes locked on his shaft, she began rubbing her clit in small circles, the wet sounds of her sopping pussy echoing through the room.

Seeing her masturbate to the sight of his cock, Geralt became impossibly harder, his dick thickening in his fist. He drew his hand away from himself and Yennefer moaned, missing the stimulating image.

"Touch me, Yenny," he growled at her. "Touch my cock."

Yennefer crawled over to Geralt on her hands and knees, a dash of fear in her eyes. Yennefer had seen her fair share of cocks before, so she knew without a shadow of a doubt that the rock-hard, pulsing-hot one throbbing in front of her was enormous.

She whimpered, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she slowly brought her hands to him.

She shuddered.

He was hot to the touch — silky soft skin over throbbing hard iron beneath. Geralt groaned as both of her small hands wrapped around him, her fingers and her thumbs not touching, and so much more of him than fit in her hands still showing. Slowly, she moved her hands up and down, gasping as he twitched in her fingers.

"Fuck, just like that, my little witch," he groaned. She could feel his cock throbbing even harder in her small little hands, and she started to stroke him faster as she heard him groan. His hips pumped into her hand, his gaze locked on hers.

He roared, grabbing her by the waist and throwing her to the floor as if she were weightless. He grabbed her legs, pushing them towards her face until she was folded in half, her toes touching the ground above her head. She was completely and utterly exposed to him.

Growling, Geralt brought his face to the area between her legs and inhaled deeply. His hand reached between his legs and he began to pump his cock again, unable to resist the candy-sweet smell of her pussy. He leaned in, tasting her in one long lick from her asshole to the tip of her clit. She screamed.

He dove in, his mouth clamping around her clit, sucking mercilessly on the sensitive little nub. Yennefer flooded his tongue with her pussy juices and he lapped it up like man starved. She was screaming continuously by now-bucking her hips back at him, her body unable to handle the overwhelming pleasure he was subjecting her to.

His mouth still suckling her clit, he eased two fingers into her cunt, loving the feel of her muscles clenching and rippling around his digits.

"There you go," he said soothingly, as if calming a feral animal. "Take my fingers inside you."

Suddenly, he pulled his fingers from her pussy. Using his strong hands, he grabbed Yennefer's buttocks and pulled them apart, spreading her wide open for his tongue and fingers.

"What are you doing, Witcher?" she asked, her heart hammering in her ears.

"Taking what's mine," he growled before shoving his face into her ass.

Yennefer cried out as she felt the tip of the Witcher's tongue blaze against her asshole.

"You can't!" she cried. "It's wrong". But the arousal from her body dripped down her thighs.

Geralt spread her wider, shoving his tongue deeper inside her ass. She bucked her hips back against him. Feeling her need, he formed his tongue into a small point and began to tongue-fuck her asshole, using his hands to force her ass onto his tongue over and over.

Every time his tongue fucked into her ass, Yennefer released small little grunts that made his cock on the verge of exploding.

He pulled away, pushing her legs back again, so her face was between her knees. He slid his cock up and down her slippery pussy lips, getting himself nice and wet.

Then, he stood up, lining up his cock with her asshole. Her eyes went wide.

"No, Geralt. You can't! I've never had it there before!"

"I won't hurt you," he grunted. "But I need your ass."

Her pussy gushed.

"Fuck," he said. "You want it just as bad as I do."

She blushed, averting her eyes from his gaze.

"Say it," he said, gently slapping her clit with his over-sized cock.

She moaned, bucking her hips back at him.

He pulled away, keeping his cock away from her as punishment.

"Say it," he commanded, his voice rough and thick.

She groaned.

"I want it."

"What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck my virgin ass."

Geralt's cock swelled, and he began to feed his massive cock into Yennefer's waiting asshole.

At the feel of his gigantic cock-head entering her tight, unyielding ring, Yennefer's eyes popped open, unable to comprehend the enormity of the member slowly filling her. Geralt continued to enter her, slowly lowering his cock into her as squatted over her folded body.

"Easy, easy," he said, his voice again that of a calm animal-tamer. "Let me in. Let me in little one."

He reached down, and with expert hands, began to wiggle Yennefer's clit back and forth. Geralt grunted as he felt her asshole open up for him. He fed another inch of his dick up her butt. Yennefer's jaw dropped open. She began to feel the pleasure building from inside her core, alighting every nerve-ending in her body.

It went like that for a while, Geralt whispering hushed, soothing statements as he fed his cock into her, rubbing her clit so she'd open up for him. And suddenly, she felt his balls resting against her ass. He had bottomed out. She had 10 inches of his massive cock up her butt.

And then he began to fuck her.

Slowly at first, he squatted up and down, fucking her little asshole with his giant dick. Yennefer's body began to shake, her nipples impossibly stiff, her body wracked with pleasure as this massive, muscled, beast of a man fucked her ass.

She had never felt stuffed so full. She felt on the verge of being ripped apart. Her eyes rolled back into her head. She had never felt pleasure so intense.

Her body began to spasm around him.

Geralt threw back his head and began to fuck her harder.

"There we go," he grunted. "That's it. Open up for me. Open up for Daddy."

She did. Her asshole was totally and utterly open for him now. Every nerve ending within her butt was singing as he plowed his cock into her over and over.

"Fuck, baby. Your ass is so fucking tight," he said, gritting his teeth. His balls ached with the need to release.

"Harder!" she yelled, attempting to grind her ass back on his cock. She needed more if he wanted to make her come.

"You want more?" he said, fucking into her, lightly slapping her ass with his palm. "You want more of this fat cock up your but?"

He began to rut into her harder, but still, he held back.

"More!" she wailed. She was so close. She was on the verge of having a hard anal orgasm.

Geralt roared and finally, blessedly, began to unleash all of his power into her. He used all the muscles in his legs, all of his pent-up Witcher power to fuck her asshole mercilessly with his 10-inch cock.

The sound of his balls slapping against her ass mingled with the sound of flesh sucking on flesh.

"This it?" he roared, his hips flying back before pounding into her with all his strength, over and over and over.

"This what you want? Taking a big man's cock up your ass like this? You like me fucking your little butt with my big fat cock? Fuck. You're such an ass-slut. Is that what you are, little girl? An ass-slut?"

She was on the verge of coming un-done. Her orgasm right within reach. His filthy words were tipping her over the edge.

"Yes!" she screamed, her asshole clenching around, sucking his cock deeper inside of her.

"Say it!" he roared, grabbing her hips and holding her down as he reamed out her ass. "Say it!"

"I'm an ass slut!" she cried.

And just like that, she toppled over the edge.

"Oh shit! I-I...!" Yennefer exclaimed, surprised at the body-melting pleasure Geralt's cock was giving to her. Pleasure radiated from the nerve-endings deep within her butt and out to every cell of her body.

"Yeah? You cumming for me? You cumming for me while I fuck this little butthole? Cum for me," Geralt demanded, while still giving her hard, un-yielding thrust from his cock.

"Cum for me while this big cock fucks your butt."

Yennefer screwed up her face, her body thrashing and writhing as she was seized with pleasure beyond her wildest imagination.

"Oh fuck! I'm cumming from my asshole! I'm cumming from my asshole!"

Yennefer hadn't even known it was possible.

Geralt roared and fucked her through her orgasm, grabbing her hips and burying himself to the hilt in her ass and pumping her ass full of cum. She felt jets of his warm, hot cum pumping deep inside her as the orgasm tore through her like a hurricane.

They both collapsed on the ground, giddy and spent from their epic fuck session.

"I was right about you," she said, catching her breath in deep, panting gasps. "You do know something of pleasure."

"I was right about you too," he grumbled, his eyelids drooping, a wave of exhaustion washing over him.

"Which part?" she asked curiously. "There were a number of things, which part?"

"Doesn't matter. My plan worked," he said, drifting off.

"There was no plan," she said, rolling her eyes. "You were making it up as you went along. Any fool could see."

She paused a moment before considering her next words.

"What did you wish for?"

Silence.

"Tell me. Geralt?"

She turned to see him already asleep. No matter. She would ask him another time.
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