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Yennefer BOT 08-Dec-21 12:03 PM
The day was drawing to an end, and the dark sorceress sat patiently at a table in the corner of the massively pathetic bar. Yennefer had escaped away to the Ruined Inn, a small structure that no one would bother looking for her and a rather secret place for her to meet her old friend. Two weeks before, she had sent a well-written letter by raven to Geralt of Rivia and it stated as follows: “*Geralt, It’s been too long since we’d last met. I grow hungry for your company, wistful for your touch. If you feel the same, meet me at the Ruined Inn of White Orchard in a fortnight. Yennefer” Her careful eyes scanned the bar and waited for a familiar face to pass through the rotting wooden door. She rocked her rear into the wooden chair, attempting to make herself a bit more comfortable even as the wood probed her lower back. She clutched her edge of her black cape to keep warm, shadowing the deep cut neckline of her black tight-fit blouse, matching black leather pants, and the intricate black corset belt that accentuated her waist. Her hair was pulled back on both sides with a braid, but the rest fell down around her shoulders delicately. -
12:03
There were a handful of people making idle conversation at their perspective tables, the cool air of the bar filled with drunken laughs and booming male voices. She looked up as a small woman approached the table and filled her mug, the sloshing of the liquid breaking the silence at her table. She could only hope that Geralt received her message and decided to join her, she needed his help desperately and she wouldn’t mind having him as a companion again for a bit. Her thoughts clouded her mind as a man stood up from his stool, knocking it over onto its back legs and causing its balance to fail - toppling over onto the ground with a clack of wood. “Get yer’ hick hands off meh!” He said, his body swaying to and fro as the effects of his alcohol threatened to make him crumble altogether. His companion stood up and placed a rough hand on his shoulder, trying to steady him and whispering something that Yennefer could not hear. The drunken man merely growled, slapping his hand off his shoulder and leaning in close enough for his companion to feel his hot, stinky breath on his features. “You aint… the boss o’ me.” His words were slurred, utterly incomprehensible but still humorous. The sorceress couldn’t help but chuckle softly to herself as she watched the theatrics from her small, dark corner.
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xBadrukax 08-Dec-21 12:03 PM
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Ad Astra 09-Dec-21 09:38 AM
Geralt had read and re-read the short letter from Yennefer so many times that he knew it by heart. It had been some time since he'd last seen her, let alone heard from her, but, like a faithful wolf-hound, at her beckoning he found he could not resist. It was always that way with her, and just when he thought he had maybe moved on she'd always find a way to entangle herself back in his life. Thus was destiny, he knew, but it didn't mean he couldn't fight it. Yet, as he trotted closer to the small village of White Orchard in the dying light, he was already imagining her sable hair, her supple breasts, her rounded derriere. Her violet eyes haunted his dreams, and as he slowed his horse, Roach, approaching the stables, he felt he could almost catch her scent. Lilac and gooseberries. They would forever remind him of her. Blinking his amber hued cat eyes, he took a deep breath, dismounting and flicking a coin to the young lad who approached from the stable. The youngster deftly caught it and even gave a small bow, taking the horses reins and leading her to a stall. The Witcher then rolled his broad, powerful shoulders against his fitted tunic. His armor was stowed on the horse, but he still wore a sword on his back. One never knew what they'd run into out on the road these days. Collecting himself, he walked around to the entrance of the inn, ready to seek out Yennefer as he answered her plea of need. <c
09:44
The Witcher's sensitive eyes squinted against the half-light of the dim room as the door swung open. He took a few steps inside, allowing them to adjust, able to overhear a slight commotion at the bar as two fellows seemed to be deep in their cups. The flickering light illuminated how his tunic hugged his body, his shoulders like thick pauldrons of muscle, outlined by the worn garment, as well as his powerful, chiseled pecs and flat torso. His fore-arms were bared from half-rolled up sleeves, and they were thick, as well as dotted with several old scabs and even a few scars. As his head turned, his ashen-gray hair slid along his shoulders, and idly a large, sword-calloused hand reached up, running fingers along his square-like jaw, which had about a days grown of hair. Ee's a Witcha..., he heard someone mutter, and the few patrons that were there all eyed him, though none caused too much of a commotion, which was good. Looking around the room, he nearly allowed himself to be disappointed, thinking that perhaps Yen had not arrived, or was not going to arrive. But then he saw her. Yellow eyes dilated, and his heart beat, typically slow, immediately quickened as he met her gaze, there, in a dark corner of the room, per usual. Even from afar he could see her beauty. Raven hair, bright, purple eyes, and a blouse that showed off some of her cleavage and dared the imagination to imagine much more. She was exactly as he had remembered, and Geralt could only imagine how her derriere would look, encased in whatever tight fitting pants she was wearing. He held her eyes for long moments, spell bound, before he came to his senses enough to approach. On his way to her a small serving woman crossed his path, and he ordered a mug of whatever their local swill was, and confirmed he would be joining the esteemed lady. <c
09:44
Traversing the rest of the room, he stopped at the chair across from her, allowing a small curve to take to his faded, weathered lips. "Yen. You look... good as ever." he said, and then slid the baldric that held his sword off his shoulder, setting it beside him, letting it lean against the table as he lowered his six-foot one frame down into the chair, his muscular rear eventually touching the wood with a small creak as he leaned his muscular back against it, giving his raven-haired lover of yore his full attention. (edited)
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Yennefer BOT 09-Dec-21 04:35 PM
The night seemed to merely etch by, every second a rather dull one that lasted an eternity as she wondered if Geralt would ever respond to her call. Yennefer was confident that the rough, frankly irresistible man would head her every call if she merely asked him nicely. Geralt was a smart man... yet he was a fool. Perhaps there was a part of the woman that yearned to love him for anything other than selfish reasons, but she was far from a simpleminded woman and there were plenty of other things to fall in love with. Like power. The whisper of one of the patrons was barely recognizable to the dark sorceress, but she had just barely caught the familiar name in time to lift her eyes from the wooden table she had caught herself staring at in thought. Bright, almost inviting amethyst orbs lifted to lock with the intimate golden gaze of the man she once knew. Though Yennefer was not weakened by the witcher's uncanny ability to make any woman swoon, she would occasionally feel the same patter of her heart and warmth of her limbs - particularly her hips. A gloved hand lifted to brush a lock of her dark hair behind her shoulder, just so that her alluring gaze could sweep over the mountain of a man. She recalled how wonderful his textured skin felt under her fingertips, weathered by battles he fought for others. She was proud to be one of those people he fought for, but she never need pay for his services in gold. That was perhaps one of the more fascinating pieces of their relationship, his devotion to her. "And you look just as dirty," she teased, her thoughtful gaze never breaking from his own as he settled into the chair in front of her. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table and propping her chin up into the palm of her right hand. Her new form gave way to a rather revealing sight for the man, just below her chin her supple breasts had just barely moved together, the slight angle forward of her torso giving way to a rather easy glance down her shirt.
16:41
"I knew you would come," her words were sweet like honey, the very sound of a siren's seductive calls pooling from her salmon lips. "Did you miss me as well?" She asked, rocking her weight from the left side of her hips, to the right, aiming to draw his attention to her rather luxurious curves. Her cloak had parted just enough with her arms resting on the table to offer him a quick peak at her clothing, which he was entirely correct on assuming that it would be tightly fitting. Yennefer had intentions to get what she wanted, and she knew every way she could get it. Either way, it wouldn't be a bad thing to see him squirm at the sight of her. As she awaited his response, her captivating gaze dropped below his chest, detailing every part of his muscular torso before falling to his belt which she could just barely see over the warping bar table. Her velvet tongue just barely peaked out to draw across her drying lips, the thought of just ripping him apart right then, and right there momentarily flashing across her conscious mind. She unfortunately had to contain herself, there were other important matters at hand.
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xBadrukax 09-Dec-21 04:41 PM
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The half-grin on Geralt's lips grew a fraction at her teasing reply, and he watched as she leaned forward against the table in interest. Her gloved fingertips touched her face, and those arresting purple hues locked upon him. As alluring as her face was, however, it was the way those full, lush breasts seemed to push up and jiggle slightly with her movement that caught his attention. The sight made his mouth water as his mind began to reminisce about all the times he had groped her, squeezing those supple mounds in pleasure while also putting her hardened nipples into his mouth, allowing his roughened lips to suckle on her as her moans echoed around whatever tent or forest or room they were in. Yen began talking, jarring him from his sordid reverie as he re-focused on those eyes of hers. They both knew exactly what she was doing as she shifted and turned, those lovely mounds on her chest one of the many weapons in her considerable arsenal. Her voice was like a soft purr, eliciting yet more memories of their many carnal meetings. As her words registered, his grin widened even more, now a small smile gracing his weathered, rugged visage. Did he miss her? She was part of him, bound by destiny, bound by his heart, and hers. Even when he tried to bury her, it was only a matter of time before they somehow were reconnected. <c
18:57
"I can't seem to resist your letters, short or long, a plea of need from you is a call I can't ever escape." he said softly, his voice deep and almost raspy, like gravel rolling down a hill. Steady and implacable as he noticed her eyes wandering over his form. He took the opportunity to more fully gawk at her, shamelessly allowing his amber gaze to drink in that swaying cleavage that she kept drawing his eyes toward, as well as her entire ensemble. He noted her leather pants, and immediately his mind was picturing how her full, rounded, curved derriere would look as it pushed against the material. Walking behind Yen was like walking behind a wet dream, and not something he could ever forget. "Miss you... Hmm.." he murmured, almost teasing her as their eyes feasted on each other as if they were starved. "I suppose you could say that. You know you're never far from my mind, Yen. You never have been, and never will, no matter how many weeks, months, or years we are apart." he said, licking his chapped lips as his eyes returned to her expansive cleavage before sliding up to her eyes once more. He allowed his words to hang between them, a sense of fatalism twisting along his tone without his intent. It was always like this, between them. <c
18:57
"....as good as it is to see you, I'm sure there was more to your letter than just the two of us staring at one another like we're starved animals seeing our favorite meal. Are you wanting to share what you need now, or after we've sated our appetites?" he asked, voice rough as he gave her a wry smile. She had to know he'd see through her little ploy. She didn't arrange this meeting just to bandy words and enjoy his company, though he knew that was, at least, part of it. He knew her too well for that. As he awaited her answer the small serving woman arrived with his mug of ale, and after looking between them a few times she opened her mouth, then rapidly closed it and shuffled away, leaving them once again in peace. The White Wolf would then reach forward, taking the mug and bringing it to his lips, taking a deep pull. It wasn't the best ale he'd ever had, but it was, he decided, far from the worst.
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Yennefer BOT 09-Dec-21 08:32 PM
Yennefer's hand slowly fell away from her face as Geralt's ever intoxicating voice spoke his words of condemnation, "I can't just want to see you?" Her voice rose in pitch, a falsified pitch of absolute shock assisting the slight drop of her mouth. Her eyebrows moved closer together while she tried to make herself look as innocent as humanly possible for the sorceress, her hands coming together in front of her on the table and gently lacing her dainty fingers together. Lucky for him, she never intended on keeping up the love fever act. She knew that even if her intentions with him were less than affectionate she could still get anything she wanted. A soft breath of air left her lips in a wordless yield of her charade, and her glimmering eyes fell to the table. "I'm running a bit low on supplies and I thought... who other than you to help me get them?" She finally admitted, but there was no mercy in her sensual movements. Yen peaked up through the soft layer of her lashes towards Geralt's tightened jaw, her lids lidded slightly and head bowed as if she was submitting to his wishes. Her eyes quite literally glimmered in lust, never breaking the connection with his strong features. Under the table she pressed a leg forward, brushing the right side of her calf against his leg from just a few inches above his ankle until her boot nearly rested in between his legs on the surface of his chair. "But is it wrong of me to want to enjoy your company behind closed doors while I have you?" The very memory of the witcher's hot breath against her skin left her nearly breathless, forcing her words out in a gentle whisper that was very obviously only intended for his ears.
20:32
"But before I embrace you, I think you should have a bath." A brief image of his wettened skin beneath a bar of soap that was diligently navigated by her own digits caused a slight grin to curl the corners of her lips upwards. With that, Yennefer stood to her feet and let the chair slide out from under her desirable hips so she could step around the side of the table and lean over Geralt's left side. Her lips brushed tauntingly against the skin of his earlobe and her breasts practically begged to spill out from her shirt - but if he would want to see that happen he would have to strip away the layers of clothes she had on which surprisingly held them snug against her chest. "You might even be lucky enough for me to join you." Just beneath the table, out of plain sight, her fingertips dared to graze over his knee, dancing up the inner side of his thigh but just barely lifting before her touch could make it to the mound of fabric between his legs. A subtle chuckle rumbled her chest, which once again bounced her breasts before she straightened up to her full height and began making her way to the back of the inn. "Last door on the left, Witcher," was all that she said as she floated nimbly over the aged wooden floors, her hips switching back and forth under her cloak which just barely hugged her frame enough to give him the slightest outline of her round ass. She made her way into the room, closing the door behind her and reaching up to untie the cloak from her neck. She let the dark fabric pool around her feet as her arms wrapped around her back to begin unlacing the tightened corseted belt that held her clothing taught to her stomach. She hoped Geralt would follow her in quickly, to aid in undressing for their wash of course.
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xBadrukax 09-Dec-21 08:32 PM
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Ad Astra 10-Dec-21 07:07 AM
Geralt couldn't help but roll his eyes as he called her on the charade. She kept up the act for a few moments, acting in mock outrage, but soon enough it all fell away and the truth came out. She was such a pretty little liar, he thought to himself, watching the different emotions flitter across her gorgeous visage until she came clean. So. She needed help with 'supplies', which meant, of course, she'd want him to help her slay a monster.... or three. The Witcher sighed softly at the coquettish look she gave him beneath her long, perfect lashes. As if the look she gave wasn't devastating enough, he soon felt her questing foot as it trailed along his calf, then thighs. Memories of all their lovemaking crashed back into the fore of his mind as he held her gaze, already craving so much more of her. "That's... what I thought." he finally replied when she voiced her true intentions. At her next question he gave a soft, deep chuckle. It came out for of a raspy rumble as he refocused his amber gaze upon her own. "Wrong? Not at all, Yen. We both want that, crave that, even. I just wanted the full truth of his meeting to be out in the open..." he said softly. "Of course you do." Geralt said with a rueful grin, and watched as her violet hues seemed to dilate and she rose from her seat, the small movement making her tits shake as she advanced around the table toward him. His nostrils flared as she leaned toward him, her warm breath cascading against his ear as his eyes were filled with the view of her voluptuous tits. Her skin looked so smooth, like porcelain, begging to be touched, yet it was her scent that assaulted his defenses like a magical bomb. She smelled of lilac and gooseberries, her signature scent, and it acted like an aphrodisiac as his enhanced senses processed it. His breath caught, blood beginning to rush to the appendage between his legs as his eyes feasted on her expansive cleavage. <c
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Ad Astra 10-Dec-21 07:15 AM
To amplify the feeling, he felt her hand dip along his knee, then thigh, trailing upward toward that same appendage while she made mention of perhaps joining him in that cleaning. When she straightened, his eyes followed her tits upward, much like a cat following a mouse, and he let them linger there before finally looking back to her face. "You always were good at cleaning me to your, ah, specifications." he said, voice deep as he blinked, a haze of lust rising in his body and infecting his eyes. When she began walking to her room she called out which door was hers, and he gave a soft chuckle, turning in his seat to watch as she walked away, her footsteps echoing in his ears while he stared at her hips, which seemed to sashay back and forth. Silently he cursed as her cloak blocked most of that view, yet her bubbled butt was too decadent to not be at least hinted it by the flowing fabric. Idly he bit his lip, watching as she disappeared from his view. "Fuck..." he said softly to himself, turning back to the table and taking a long pull of beer. He could still smell her, as if her scent was a residue of her presence, and it only proved to add to his lust for her. Unable to deny how bad he wanted her, now that he had her so close after so long, he momentarily thought to make her wait, as she would no doubt do to him, but then quickly came to grips that he didn't care. Gulping down the rest of the ale, much like he was gulping down and dismissing whatever shame he felt, he rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before setting the mug down with a clack. Grabbing his sword, he carried it in his left hand as he moved across the Inn, heading toward the 'last door on the left.' Upon arrival, he took one long, slow breath, then pushed it open, entering her room, which already smelled like her, and closed the door behind him. <c
07:17
Yellow eyes devoured Yen, now, cloak less, as she put her hands behind her back, making her tits shove forward even more. He let his eyes dance along her cleavage as he wasted no time in approaching her, only pausing long enough to prop his sword by the bedside table, before moving toward her. "Let me help you with that." he said, now directly in front of her as his hands went to her hips, fingers gliding along the leather garment encasing her lower body. "....but, first..." he whispered, his large, masculine body now right in front of her, those magnificent mounds of her s brushing his chest as he slowly leaned down, kissing her mouth in a long, full, slow kiss. Her scent flooded his senses as his mouth met hers, followed by his tongue moving slowly, but smoothly, past her lips. His large, strong hands would slide to her back side, gripping each cheek, squeezing her as he pulled her body even closer to his own. "Mmm... Yen..." he whispered softly against her lips when they eventually came up for air. His eyes would linger on hers, staring into the depths of her purple hues, as he squeezed her rear once more, then would begin to turn her, hinting that she should turn around so that he could more deftly begin to undo her corset. (edited)
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Yennefer BOT 10-Dec-21 07:11 PM
The cool air of the room washed over Yennefer's soft skin as she began to shed layers of clothing, causing a prickle of goosebumps to lead a raid over her skin beginning at the base of her neck and traveling effortlessly south to her hips. There was no doubt in her mind that Geralt would follow her, but it was really only a matter of when. Her silent questions were answered when she heard the soft creak of the old door behind her as it swung inwards on its hinges. Knowing her, she would've said something to tease Geralt for how long he took but this time she opted for quiet seduction. She knew that as her fingers worked at the ties on her back that her shoulders would push forward and therefore bunch her breasts together. She was only halfway turned away from the door, giving her room to look over her left shoulder at the man who entered. The sorceress bit down softly on her plump bottom lip as he grew closer to her, the serious look on his brow and hungry gleam in his golden eye. She let her purple hues travel the length of his body as he set his sword down next to the door, noticing the ripple of his muscles beneath his skin as he moved. She thought about how his working hands felt gliding over her young skin, the rough yet intoxicating pleasure of his palms cupping her breasts and twisting her hardened nipples. As the moments crawled by, she found herself wanting more and more and they hadn't even begun. .
19:12
Yen turned enough so her body now faced his own, tilting her chin upwards so their gazes could meet. She felt a moment of his body heat radiating from his larger figure, a simple yet alluring feature that begged her to move closer, but she was too slow and the Witcher was the first to move. The feeling of their chest's pressing together threatened to take her very breath away, the temperature of her own body rising and internally battling the need for clothing. Once he leaned over her, she lifted both arms and wrapped them around his shoulders. Her right hand found a home against the side of his neck, her thumb resting along the edge of his cheek and against the front of his earlobe, the rest of her fingers curling around the nape of his neck to draw his head closer to her own. She leaned into the kiss, reveling in perhaps one of the only parts of his body that was entirely smooth which were his pink lips. She accepted his kiss hungrily, her smooth velvet tongue brushing past her lips to taste his own as their bodies drew close together. The very feeling of his hands gripping the small of her back made her shiver with anticipation, the muscles along her spine tensing up and forcing her torso to arch slightly. This pressed her chest into his even more, Yennefer's toned body molding perfectly against his own and mushing her tits between them. As his tantilizing touch slid to her backside, her own fingers slid down the side of his shoulder and along his chest, daring to go even lower. She brushed her fingers up against the seam between his legs, curious to see just how excited he was to see her before she pulled her hand away just as quickly as she had lowered it. .
19:12
She was almost disappointed when they were forced to pull away to breathe, her twinkling gaze locking onto his own and speaking a thousand words of primal desire for the man even as she forced herself to follow his instructions and turn away so he could help her undo the ties of her belt. Yennefer did not want to wait any longer than she absolutely had to, so while he did what he could from behind she would find herself hooking her own fingers into her belt and pulling one side of it free from the buckle. The fabric of her trousers loosened slightly, and she allowed her fingers to diligently work on the button of her pants next. It popped free, and a breath of relief left her lips as she waited for his larger fingers to work their way through the ties. She eyed the tub, the heated water rising with a dainty steam which called for her to slip into it, and she found herself growing more and more impatient for her body to be rid of her clothing and instead garnished with the skin of her Witcher as he worshipped her.
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xBadrukax 10-Dec-21 07:12 PM
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Yennefer's touch was intoxicating. The way those small, soft fingers curled around his neck, his ears, his face, his body. A skittering thought cursed his clothing as they wandered down over his thick, broad shoulders and then his powerful chest. When her hand eventually cupped between his thighs, letting her feel his already half-hard cock as it began to unfurl against his plain, serviceable trousers, his breath caught. Geralt reveled in her taste, her scent, her body. The shape of her derriere was just right, perfect to the Witcher as he squeezed her. Their gazes were hot, smoky with lust as they locked after the kiss, and both of them were frustrated when their lips finally slid away from eachother, needing to do mundane tasks like remove clothing. Giving Yen a small smile before she turned away, his large, though deft, fingers began to undo the ties that bound her garment. While he did he eyed the shape of her rear with his amber hues, drinking it in and how the leather encased her. The sight made Geralt's mouth water and urged his actions onward as he noticed her working the opposite side of her garment. The heat of the nearby tub emitted soft wisps of steam, adding to the atmosphere between them, and the Witcher allowed his eyes a brief moment away from the sorceress' body to glance at it before refocusing, and then finally untying the last knot. His hands would then pull backward on the fabric, both loosening it and pulling her back against him. Yen's killer curves would shove against his crotch, his growing bulge pushing against the perky slope of her rear. <c
07:11
Leaning down, his mouth would find her neck, gently kissing her bare flesh as her hair pressed against his face, sticking to the slight growth of facial hair there. His large hands would pull her belt away as his tongue slid across her soft, silky flesh, gently suckling her as he inhaled her fragrance, the smell that haunted him, always. Letting her belt fall to the floor, he allowed his hands to slide down her hips, moving back to grab each of her ass cheeks once more, sampling them like a moth to flame, before they would slowly circle back around to the front of her body, to her thighs, and then slowly upward. Large fingers traced along her tight abdomen, overtop her clothes, and then up, to slowly find each of her full, lush breasts. The Wolf school Witcher would gently squeeze her lush mounds, sighing softly in her ear as he did, eventually taking her lobe into his mouth and gently suckling her flesh, lavishing it with slow flicks of his tongue as she would feel his hardening member shoving against the seam between her leather clad cheeks. Geralt's chest pressing to her back, he continued his attentions, squeezing her, touching her, tasting her, as if an appetizer before the main course as he had to remind himself there was a warm tub waiting for them. Eventually his hands would almost regretfully leave her luscious mounds to begin to deftly start undoing buttons, looking over her shoulder as he helped her finish undressing, his mouth peppering her soft flesh with soft, fervent kisses as he felt his excitement growing with each passing breath. <c
07:11
Hardly any words had been spoken, the pure need and passion of their re-union an almost palpable, living thing in the air as they relished eachothers touch. He needed her flesh on his flesh. He needed her touch. He needed inside this sorceress that was fated to be in his life and would disappear and then return at the whim of the cosmos. This last parting had been their longest for quite some time, and the way their bodies and psyches were reacting, it was quite evident.
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Yennefer BOT 12-Dec-21 04:54 PM
Yennefer's delicate skin seemed to prickle under his every touch, the expanse of her body flaring as her nerves fired off with every stimulating movement of his hands. Those encapsulating purple eyes fluttered close as she let her tense shoulders relax, and her slim body mold into his own. It seemed that they could not remove every layer of their clothing fast enough, and though Yennefer's pleading desire deep within her core begged her to hasten their pace she forced herself to move slowly. It seemed to have been ages since the two had last seen each other, and the woman wanted to enjoy every tantalizing moment she could possibly spend with the man. At least until they had to leave and go on a long, exhausting journey to find a few creatures that she needed to Geralt to slay for her. For now, those things could wait. For the feeling of his rugged, weathered hands dragging across her skin would bring her immense pleasure. Layer after layer peeled off of her skin and began to pile up on the floor until she had to step away from Geralt and lean down to peel her tight-fitting trousers off of her legs. The thick rump of her rear would fall out of her pants with an inaudible pop, and Yennefer knew that Geralt was staring at her from behind. She could feel his lustful gaze boring deep into her body as she stood there entirely naked. Though, as she had said before, she wanted him clean before she let any part of her touch his grimy skin. He may have the body she yearned for, but she did not particularly enjoy how the dirt felt along with it. .
16:54
As her nude skin hit the cool air, she felt her sensitive nipples rising in excitement, also having a little help from the man's touch through her shirt not even moments earlier. She stepped over to the water basin, her hips swaying effortlessly as she closed the small distance to the little structure. She placed a gentle hand to the side of the tub and used it to steady herself as she lifted her left leg to dip her toes in and test the temperature of the water. The hot liquid immediately warmed her foot, but it was just bareable enough for her to slip her entire leg in, and follow it with the other. She gingerly slipped down all the way into the basin until the water lapped lazily at her skin, just barely brushing against the round underside of her breasts. Yennefer let a small sigh of relief waft past her salmon lips as the hot water immediately began to offer a relief to her aching muscles. Her own journey had been fairly long, and riding horseback for that long would take it out on one's back. Lucky for him, Yen was diligent and capable of taking more than just a little bit of pain from the gallop of a horse's back. The woman turned her head over her shoulder to glance at the witcher, her purple eyes dancing over his full figure unashamedly before she would offer a smooth siren's call, "well, what are you waiting for?"
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Geralt felt his lover of yore relaxing back against him as he gently sampled her lush mounds, nuzzling her while assisting with her garments. The mere feel and smell of her was driving him wild, but making himself be patient instead of simply ripping her clothes off, eventually most of the fabric covering her was in a pile on the floor. Before he could feel her her now naked tits, she had stepped away from him, bending over in those impossibly tight trousers, her ass up in the air as she worked them off. An audible sound filled the room as her delectable buns were released, now nude and bouncing slightly as he let his eyes feast on her derriere. It was a sight that kept him up at night, and a sight he often thought about when on those long trips in the country side and felt lust overtaking him and needed to relieve himself with his hand. Now completely naked in front of him, yellow eyes watched her sway over to the tub. He admired her ass, her back, the way her dark hair kissed her shoulders, and also the side profile of her tits as they gently bounced side to side. The way her leg rose when she entered the tub gave him a glimpse of her sweet, tight, puckered rear hole and also the delicious slit between her legs. The Witcher bit his lip, salivating as she submerged herself in the steaming waters, and then met her smoky glance when she looked over her shoulder at him. Her voice was soft, intimate, seductive. It, like her body, haunted his dreams more than he liked to admit. <c
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Awoken from his reverie, and very aware of the tent already formed against his trousers, the White Wolf would untuck his shirt, then pull it over his head, tossing it to the floor beside the pile of her own clothes. His boots would soon follow, and then his trousers, which took the longest to remove after he undid the buttons, then went to one leg to tug them away one side at a time until they also pooled on the floor. This left Geralt of Rivia completely naked for the sorceress except for his Wolf-head medallion which slid across the expanse of his naked chest. His skin was fairly pale, despite spending so much time out doors. His shoulders were broad and defined by his collarbone, and very thick, making it easy to imagine him swinging a sword with all his might at some foe. His pecs were full and muscular, dotted with a few scars from all his endeavors over the years, and his abdomen was flat, also riddled with muscle, a testament to his constant physical action and typically sparse diet while on the road. Between his legs his big, thick member swayed side to side, already hard from the feel, the sight, and the smell of Yen as well as from his lack of both a sexual companion and self-pleasure over the last few weeks. Beneath his heavy, cum filled balls also swayed, just between his powerful thighs. <c (edited)
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Amber hues burned with desire as he moved across the room, coming up behind her. One of his large hands slid fingertips across her shoulder as he then moved a little bit away from her, and then, like her, lifted first one foot, then the other, up and then into the water before slowly submerging himself a small distance away from her. "Mmm..." he murmured, feeling the warmth assault worn, knotted muscles. How long had it been since he'd had a warm bath, not in a cold stream? Or even a massage? The sensation was enough to distract him, at least for a few moments, from Yen's body before he looked over at her, noting the swells of her now nude tits, and, as always, that gorgeous face. "I've missed you, Yen. And your penchant for hot baths." he said softly, voice deep and raspy as he gave her small smile. His cock was still erect, if submerged beneath the water. Once more he had to restrain the urge to go to her and simply pull her against him. He knew how much she wanted him clean, especially when they had been away from one another, as was being evidenced. (edited)
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Yennefer BOT 18-Dec-21 09:08 PM
The hot water that wavered slightly around her round breasts sent shivers along her spine as she waited patiently for her company to join her. There was a certain amount of contrast between the cold air of the room and the hot bath which kept Yennefer both comfortable but alert. The very touch of Geralt’s rough fingers against her shoulder caused her back to stiffen, lifting her ever so slightly out of the bath water and revealing just a bit more of her desirable breasts. She lifted her head and watched as the man climbed over the side of the basin and into the water. It slowly engulfed the bottom of his body like it had done to her, but the water level rose by a few inches as he did. Geralt was much bigger than Yennefer, his large limbs and toned torso perhaps enough to make up twice the weight of the sorceress in general. Even though he was still dirty, she couldn’t help but let a knowing gaze travel along his chest and arms. The sound of his rough voice taunted her, begging her to come nearer to him… but she refrained from giving into the temptation of his flesh for now. Her gaze slowly found its way down to the medal that hung around his chest, the flickering light of the candles from behind her reflecting in its golden surface. Actually, she was using the medal as an excuse to admire his strong chest and capable hands that rested atop the water’s surface. “Luckily you needed one..” she said softly, sitting up just enough so she could lean over the side of the basin to grab the bar of soap. Her lithe body surfaced from the water until the top of her right hip was barely peaking out from the water. Her body effortlessly curved, glimmering from the water that had coated her skin and left goosebumps raiding across her torso. She could feel the cold air hitting her sensitive nipples and making them harden slightly, but she payed little mind to them as her dainty fingers wrapped around the bar of soap and she slowly returned back to her place in the bath. .
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Those beautiful, sensual purple irises lifted once more to look the Witcher in the eye. Where his eyes were warm and fiery, hers were cool and collected… in both color and what she assumed was their feelings for one another in that moment. Yennefer could be patient… when she wanted to. And right now she wanted nothing more than to tease Geralt beyond repair and get him entirely clean before they engaged in any more activities with one another. The small woman slowly moved across the small expanse of the basin, placing both of her tempting thighs over his lap and resting her hips against his own. At this rate, her chest had already begun to brush against his own. She could feel his hard body and chest hair rubbing against her downy soft skin, making her let out a small breath of excitement. She lifted her hand, which still had the soap curled protectively between her digits, and placed the gentle bar against his chest. Yennefer deliberately began to rub small circles on his chest as she watched the faint discoloration of soot slowly washing off of his skin and into the suds that the soap created. Yennefer could feel Geralt’s well-groomed length sitting between her thighs, and she could already tell how excited he was. It was just the right length for her, perhaps 7 inches, she hadn’t measured it before… but it didn’t hurt and it surely satisfied her. She found herself growing more and more impatient but her personal morals were more important than getting laid faster. He would be clean, that much she was sure of. Once his chest had been covered nicely with suds of soap, did she slowly move both hands to his left arm and begin drawing circles along his bicep, upper arm, and then lower arm. She hadn’t noticed that she was biting down on her lower lip until it plopped out lusciously into the air. She was so intent with bathing Geralt that nothing else really seemed to matter.
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At Yen's words the Witcher would smile, his eyes following her every move as she slowly turned, leaning over the side of the tub to retrieve the bar of soap. The action made those delectable hips of hers rise, giving him another view of some her rounded, squeezable cheeks. Yellow eyes nearly dilated as they watched steaming water dribble down the seam between, a place that begged for his his hands, his mouth, his cock. Noting the sway of her breasts when she turned back around to him, his eyes met hers once again as she crossed the small expanse between them, and he inhaled deeply as her warm, slick thighs enveloped his own. She straddled him, and her luscious mounds brushed against his chest as his large hands rested naturally on the tops of her thighs. His calloused palms gliding along her intoxicatingly smooth flesh. Without further ado, the sorceress placed the bar of soap against his powerful chest, idly swirling in small circles. They had done this before, countless times, yet after their random spurts of separation, the 'homecoming' always felt fresh, felt new. His fingers tightened gently around her thighs as her body scooted closer, his manhood, up and alert, pressing against the outside of her sex . Her closeness made his breath quicken, and his thickness pulsed at the feel of her flesh and proximity. After several moments Geralt would lean back against the tub, feeling his muscles beginning to loosen with the plying of warm water and the questing of her hands, and the soap. <c (edited)
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Ad Astra 20-Dec-21 03:32 AM
Looking into her eyes, he gave a small smile as she lifted one of his arms. Those small, deft fingers felt so good as they probed and slid around his thick forearm, bicep, and shoulder. His other hand had casually snaked around her slender waist, resting on one of those ample butt cheeks casually, tracing her as she worked. Yennefer was intent, and leaned back as he was, he let his eyes feast upon her shaking tits and slender neck. She was gorgeous anyway, but doubly so when she was so focused. "That feels good, Yen." he would mutter softly, the steam of the water swirling around them while her body gently shook with her efforts and he gave her free rein over his muscular body. His huge, powerful frame was literally in her hands a she worked and cleaned him, his free hand continuing to gently sample that luscious behind, holding her body steady and close as she worked, her nipples occasionally dragging along the front of his now sudsy chest. She'd feel his cock continuing to pulsate between them, as if a testament to how impatient both their bodies were, but also at how patiently they controlled the animal like urge to ravish one another. Large fingers would glide gently down her seam as his free hand rested digits on the lip of the tub, holding it aloft as she plied him. The action would make his muscles taut, and he would do the same for her when she was ready to move to the other side. A part of him almost began asking questions, about what she'd been up to, where she'd been, but the companionable silence and the sound of her working his flesh, as well as that focused look in her gorgeous face, held his words back. There would be time for questions later, after the bath, after their coupling. Questions into what they had been up to seemed to have a proclivity to sometimes bring drama, or conflict, and so Geralt allowed himself to simply enjoy the feel of her in his lap, her hands, her scent, her presence. (edited)
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Yennefer BOT 20-Dec-21 07:57 PM
”You’re the only man I’ve bathed with, I do hope you know that,” Yen mumbled to the Witcher as she let those brilliant amethyst orbs drift along the expanse of his chest, watching as her dainty fingers made way across his skin. “But… that can be our little secret,” Yennefer said once she drug the soap over his chest and to the other arm. She lifted it from the water, beginning to gently draw circles over his arm as she cleansed the dirt from his body. The all-too-known Witcher smell was beginning to melt away, and Yennefer felt a sense of pride at her work. It was a small feat, she knew, but she also knew that while she drug her fingers across his skin and sat in his lap she was taunting him moment by moment. The power she held over him was just another type of power she marveled in, she loved the control. Just as she was finishing up her duty on his arm, Yennefer arched her back and stiffened her legs, rolling her hips against his own and feeling his hardened length press against that precious point between her legs. Her fingers gingerly wrapped around his wrist and brought it up to her chest, helping his hand wrap fully around her round breast and let her hardened nipple poke against the middle of his palm. The moment she would turn her gaze up to his golden hues, there was a light of passionate seduction behind the mysterious purple hues she wore. Once he was situated, guided to worship the parts of her body that were above water at the moment, she leaned toward and cupped both of her hands against the sides of his head. “For now— all that matters is what’s in this room,” she whispered to him, her moving lips were so close to his own that their soft touch would be able to brush against his. She didn’t allow him time to respond, using her grip on his head to pull his face closer to her own and close the empty gap between them. Soft salmon lips captured his slightly dryer pair, the sorceress pressing her chest into his touch and against his chest so she-
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could feel his hardened torso against her own. She may have bewitched him with her presence, her scent, her words… but he had bewitched her as well. Surely Yennefer would never be the type of woman to admit that, to admit the dreams she had of him sometimes on lonely nights, but it was the truth. She craved his hardened touch against her silky skin when she needed physical attention. It was him who came to mind when she grew hungry for the pleasures of the flesh, and even though she was very capable of containing herself around him she did not want to. This is why she slipped her soft hands around the back of his neck, using a sure grip on the hair just above the nape of his neck to lock him into the line of kisses that she placed on his lips. Her delectable hips moved against his own over and over again, as she felt his member between her legs hardening. A soft breath of excitement left her lips between kisses, the feeling of his hard member pushing against her folds and rolling over the sensitive pink head hidden between them sending ripples of ecstasy through her body. She could feel her muscles tensing and releasing over and over again, her body creating a wondrous motion akin to a wave as she held onto him. Now that he was clean, and she could actually see his skin, she was no longer willing to wait to take what she wanted. What she knew he wanted, too. They had not seen each other in what felt like forever, and that sort of hunger built up over time and ate away at the desires of one’s flesh. She was starving, now.
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Ad Astra 21-Dec-21 08:26 AM
"Yes... our little secret." Geralt murmured softly as her delicate fingers slid across his powerful chest. Her admission was fairly surprising, he had to admit, yet there was no reason for her to lie about it. That they both had dalliances when they were apart was something they both knew, yet rarely, if ever talked about. They had a sort of don't ask, don't tell policy, which was why her small confession was surprising to the Witcher. Removing his hand from her amazing rear, he repeated the process of raising it up, resting his wrist on the lip of the tub as she began to work his skin and muscles. The arm she had just finished remained resting on the other side, essentially leaving himself spread open from wrist to wrist to her. His yellow eyes danced along her jostling cleavage and face as she worked, adoring the sight, etching it in his memory as her dark hair clung to the contours of her face and neck from the damp. Sighing softly, she finished soon enough, and as she did she began to undulate her hips, rubbing the front of her sex against his hardness while leading his hand to one of her luscious tits. Eyeing her breast as he took it in hand, her hardened nipple shoved into his palm as his eyes met hers, and soon enough she had leaned forward, taking his head into her hands and leading his mouth to hers. His other hand left the side of the tub to join its fellow on her other breast, and he squeezed both of them possessively, both nipples shoving into his palms as her soft flesh gave way to his strong fingers. Geralt had opened his mouth to reply to her words, yet was given no chance as her mouth was suddenly upon his own. <c (edited)
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Ad Astra 21-Dec-21 08:35 AM
Yennefer's taste blossomed across his tongue as they tasted one another for the first time in many months. The kiss was deep, hungry, almost desperate while her hips undulated against his cock, urging him from hard to throbbing as his need for her became a palpable, living thing. He could feel her warm cunt shoving against his pulsating rod, grinding her clit against his meat as she gave way to the restraint she had been clinging to since they'd laid eyes on one another in the common room. "Yen.." Geralt whispered against her mouth in a brief break from their kisses, both breathing heavily, her stomach against his muscled torso while he groped her delicious tits, squeezing her, claiming her for his own while her fingers danced along the back of his neck, holding his face close. "Yen, I need you..." he moaned against her lips as her warm folds shoved against his member, wanting him, taunting him. Kissing her deeply once again, his hands left her breasts to slid down her flank, then down her back, fingers moving slowly down her spine, one knob at a time, until they reached her tailbone. Once there they continued downward, tracing her seam until the fingers of each hand grabbed a respective cheek, squeezing her, spreading her, sampling her. Resting his forehead against hers, both breathing heavily, he felt her nipples shoving against her chest, and a glance downward showed them bunched up, almost as if she wore a corset, while pressing to his muscular chest. Meeting her purple gaze with his amber, he would lift up slightly on her ass, while angling his hips, his cock head sliding down along her clit, then down, along her hot folds. <c
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"Put me where I belong...." he whispered, voice deep, gravelly, lusty as his eyes burned with passion, his pulsating tip at her warm, wet, needy entrance as his arms bulged with muscle and slowly began to lower her down, onto his cock. Geralt inhaled deeply, staring into her eyes as he began to enter her, just like he did almost nightly in his dreams.
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Yennefer BOT 22-Dec-21 06:14 AM
Yennefer leaned back just enough to let her forehead rest against Geralt’s, feeling his tantalizing, warm breath on her lips as he spoke to her. Her soft fingers curled into his hair and used the grip to force his head to the side ever so slightly. She focused on the wet, slick visage of the skin just below his ear. She always liked seeing the Witcher wet, the water creating an intoxicating view of his skin for the sorceress to worship. Somehow as the water dripped down along the expanse of his rippling muscles it was just that much more attractive to her. Her delicate hips lifted per Gerlat’s request, just as her head lowered ever so slightly to place soft kisses against his neck. She would slowly let her body lower into his lap, feeling his thick cock pushing past her wet folds and beginning to stretch her from the inside out. Her plump salmon lips traveled up the side of his neck, placing kiss after electrifying kiss to his skin all the way up to the spot just below his earlobe. “Geralt…” Yennefer whispered softly into his ear, her words just barely audible but seemingly would magically come from both sides of his head as she spoke—filling his entire mind with only her words. Yennefer’s free hand curled tightly around his upper arm as she steadied herself, beginning to let her hips bounce up and down so that his length would slip in and out of her cunt. Those round breasts began to bounce and sway as their bodies gently moved against one another, Yennefer releasing Geralt’s neck and lifting her chin to sing soft pleasurable praises into the air as she fucked him. .
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“Tell me… how much you missed me..” she asked, feeling her slim, toned torso rubbing up against his own. Every bounce of her body left the water lapping up at the edges of the tub, her breasts wetting all over again with each movement that dunked her body into the waters. Her grip on his upper arm tightened in response to the feeling of his cock pushing deep into her hips, forcing her to allow sweet moans of their heady pleasure. The cold air of the room seemed to no longer effect her, the goosebumps that raided her limbs a direct response from her body of how delicious it felt to have Geralt under her once more. The fingers that had been in his hair slipped free from the surprisingly soft touch, moving to place against his strong chest and offer just that much more stability for her hips. After a bit, she began to increase her speed, the water now threatening to lap over the sides of the basin and all ash to the floor beside it. Yennefer didn’t care if they made a mess, she needed Geralt now and she needed every ounce of that passion that she had held back for months to be satisfied. The sorceress placed occasional invigorating kisses to his lips, but she allowed him room to breathe and time to respond to her demand. She wanted to hear him speak about her, about what he wanted. It fueled her lust for his skin, for his cock, to hear him breathlessly express his attraction to her.
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Ad Astra 22-Dec-21 07:09 PM
Yen's mouth moved to the nape of his neck as she used the leverage she had with the hand in his ashen hair to coax him to the side, and those plush lips met his moist flesh around the same moment as she lowered herself down and on him, taking his cock up and inside her warm, wet entrance. His cockhead pushed past her nether lips and began to penetrate her, one inch at a time, until his head was buried to the hilt. His girth and length stretched out her tight folds and Geralt's mind was overcome with pleasure for a few moments while her twin tiers kissed up to his ear lobe. Her warm, wet walls gripped him, massaging him as they formed around his manhood like a glove, almost as if her hot little hole was meant just for him. She whispered his name, like it was something secret, and suddenly it was amplified, as if the whisper was the only sound in the world. The sound, combined with her lips and how her needy warmth gripped him, made the Witcher's back arch slightly, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks as gooseflesh dotted his strong forearms in pleasure. Her words still lingered, like an echo in a cave, as his lover of yore began to undulate her hips, sliding his member in and out of her hot, ready sex. Yellow eyes flicked down to her tits as they moved up and down, matching her rhythm as her hard nipples raked on his powerful chest, giving him an amazing view while she rode him, claiming his cock for her own as he entered and re-entered her over, and over. <c (edited)
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Ad Astra 22-Dec-21 07:18 PM
Yennefer's soft little moans, sighs, and whimpers were nearly enough to make him shiver. Gods, how he had missed those hot little sounds. They drove him wild, and his cock twitched deep within her pussy as they echoed around the room with them, combining with the soft sounds of water sloshing gently around and over the tub. Her tits were rising and falling just enough now to softly slap against the water, as if to replace the sound of hips hitting hips that was now muffled beneath the sudsy pool. As steam swirled around the two of them while they finally got what they wanted, which was to fuck eachother, her soft words reached his ears, and one of his fingers would quest slowly between her delicious ass cheeks, gently gliding along her hot, tight, puckered hole while his cockhead speared inside her, just barely brushing the back of her vagina, grinding into her rear G-spot. "....Yen." he moaned in return before answering her question. Her own small hands felt so good on his arms, his chest, anywhere they could touch. He adored her touches, just like he adored how his cock felt deep inside her. Making him, making them, whole. He knew how Yen liked to be praised, near on worshipped, as during their love making he was always happy to indulge her, especially when prompted. <c (edited)
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"I've missed you so much. I dream of you nightly, many times waking up in the morning with a throbbing cock, thinking about your sweet, tight, wet cunt. I yearn for you - your mouth, your tits, your amazing ass. I miss your gorgeous face and the way a glance at you sets my blood aflame. I missed our baths together. I missed you naked, I missed you in lingerie, I missed you in a simple garment like you wore tonight. I missed you... all of you.." he whispered, his voice deep and passionate, the gravelly tone filling the room with a soft rumble as intermittently his whispers were interrupted by her quick kisses. As it was, he stared into her eyes as the last words left his lips, and the hand not playing with her taboo little hole slowly moved up her ass, up her spine, to the back of her neck, and then into her dark mane. Fingers in her hair, he pulled her mouth to his, tongue dancing with hers in a hot, deep, passionate kiss as their pace increased. Their fucking was going faster now, his cock sliding deeper, harder, faster within her amazing cunt. "You make me whole, Yen..." he whispered once their mouths parted, breathing hard now, pleasure radiating upward through his body from his cock, the sorceress leaving trails of fire anywhere her flesh touched his. Staring into her eyes, he pulled her head back by the hair, then leaned forward, now his mouth on her jugular, licking, sucking, nipping along her front, starting just under her chin. The hand playing with her asshole would then leave, then reach around to grasp one of her full, lush tits, pushing it up until his mouth trailed down her moist flesh, down her collar, until he could put her nipple into his mouth, allowing him to suckle her while her body bounced atop his own.
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