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Healing Touch: A Witcher's Desire - part 2
As days blur together, you nurse Geralt back to health, and your connection deepens with each passing day.
Your daily routine has become a comfortable ritual – tending to his wounds, brewing healing potions, and engaging in lively conversations about your experiences and lives thus far.
Geralt’s resilience and sense of duty continue to captivate you, and you find yourself admiring not only his physical strength but also the emotional fortitude that drives him forward.
This shared understanding of dedication and service has forged a bond between you that transcends mere friendship or professional courtesy.
As the hours slip away, your attraction towards Geralt intensifies.
The heat between you is undeniable, and it’s only a matter of time before this simmering desire finds an outlet.
You can feel your heart flutter with each shared glance, and a newfound awareness of his body seems to fill the air around you.
One day, while examining his healed scars, you pause to trace your fingers over their smooth surface.
Geralt catches your hand in response, sending an electric jolt through your entire being.
You look into his eyes, and it’s clear that he feels the same way – both of you are longing for something more than just a shared bond of duty.
The tension continues to build as you spend time together, sharing stories and confiding in each other about past experiences and personal struggles.
Your conversations transition into passionate debates and teasing banter that keeps your minds sharp and your hearts racing.
One night, by the fireplace, a slow, burning desire ignites between you as you share your first kiss.
It’s gentle at first – tender and exploratory, like two magnets gradually finding their alignment.
You feel his calloused fingers cup your face while he deepens the kiss, his lips soft yet insistent against yours.
Your heart pounds in your chest as raw desire courses through you both.
The sexual tension reaches its peak as Geralt pulls you closer and whispers in your ear, “YN…
I want you.” The sound of his voice sends shivers down your spine, and the heat between you becomes almost unbearable.
You know that it’s time to act on this mutual desire that has been brewing for weeks.
You decide to take things slow, allowing both of you to savor each moment as you explore one another’s bodies.
Geralt nods in agreement, his eyes filled with hunger and passion.
The air is thick with anticipation as you begin this intimate journey together.
Hands roam over muscled arms and soft skin, exploring every curve and contour of each other’s form.
Your lips meet again, but now there’s an urgency to your kiss – a yearning that can no longer be ignored or suppressed.
Hands reach for buttons and clasps, slowly undressing one another as the heat builds between you.
Skin meets skin, hot and smooth against each other.
Your heart races as Geralt’s hands glide over your breasts, cupping them gently before giving way to a firmer squeeze.
You let out a low moan in response, arching your back towards his touch as pleasure washes over you.
His lips find your neck, biting and kissing their way down your body, leaving behind a trail of flames that ignite your desire even further.
As Geralt’s mouth reaches your breasts, he flicks his tongue lightly against one nipple before engulfing it in his hot, wet mouth, sucking and licking with expert precision.
You cry out, grasping the sheets beneath you as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.
His hands continue to explore your body, teasing and caressing every sensitive spot he can find.
“More,” you whisper breathlessly, aching for Geralt’s touch in deeper, more intimate places.
He complies willingly, his lips trailing lower still as he moves towards the apex of your thighs.
You feel his hot breath against your center and can hardly contain your excitement at what is to come.
And then, he pauses, looking up at you with a devilish glint in his eyes.
“Are you ready for more?” he asks teasingly.
You nod frantically, silently pleading for him to continue as your desire threatens to overwhelm you completely.
But Geralt seems intent on dragging out the anticipation, prolonging this exquisite torture until neither of you can bear it any longer.
“Let’s take this slow,” you whisper, your heart pounding in your chest.
Geralt nods, his eyes filled with desire as he continues to tease and explore every inch of your body, driving you both closer and closer towards the edge of ecstasy.
But for now, you will savor each moment as this slow-burn foreplay takes over, leading you on a journey of passion and pleasure that will leave you both breathless and wanting more.
You wake, entwined with Geralt, his body warm against yours.
This feels right.
The morning sun casts a golden glow through the windows of your small hut, and you stretch languidly in bed.
The previous night’s passion still lingers on your skin like a delicious aftertaste.
You sneak a glance at Geralt, who sleeps soundly beside you, his silver hair tousled and his face relaxed in slumber.
The intimate morning is filled with soft kisses and gentle caresses as you both wake up slowly to the day ahead.
The air between you crackles with the electricity of unspoken desire, a promise of more passion to come.
You rise from bed and begin preparing breakfast, your movements practiced and efficient after weeks spent together.
Geralt stirs behind you, his eyes opening lazily as he watches you work.
There’s something about the way he looks at you – with admiration and appreciation – that makes you feel cherished and desired.
As you bathe together in a nearby stream, your hands explore each other’s bodies under the water.
The cool water contrasts against the warmth of your skin as you tease and caress one another with increasing urgency.
You can’t help but giggle when Geralt splashes water on your back, his playful grin a testament to the light-hearted moment.
Geralt gently pushes you against the slick stones of the riverbank, his lips trailing down your neck as he whispers in your ear, “You’re so beautiful.” Your heart races at his words and touch, the heat between you building to an unbearable intensity.
You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer as you sink into the pleasure of his embrace.
Back in the cabin, Geralt pins you against the wall, his lips trailing kisses down your neck.
Your breath hitches in anticipation as he nips at your collarbone and then begins to work his way lower, paying special attention to every sensitive spot he discovers along the way.
Your mutual arousal is palpable, with each touch igniting a fire that threatens to consume you both.
Geralt’s hands roam over your body, exploring curves and hollows as he moves lower, finally reaching the hem of your tunic.
He slides it upwards slowly, revealing more and more skin for his eager eyes to feast upon.
You can feel your heart pounding in your chest as Geralt’s lips move lower still, leaving a trail of wet kisses on your stomach.
Anticipation builds within you, every nerve ending tingling with excitement at the thought of what is to come.
You bite your lip and gasp softly as his hands find your breasts, cupping them gently before giving way to a firmer squeeze.
“I need you, YN,” Geralt growls, his hands moving lower, setting your body on fire.
Your eyes meet, the passion burning bright between you both.
You let out a low moan in response, arching your back towards his touch as pleasure washes over you.
Geralt’s lips find their way to your center, licking and sucking with expert precision.
You cry out, grasping the wall behind you for support as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.
His hands continue to explore your body, teasing and caressing every sensitive spot he can find.
In response, your fingers tangle in his silver hair, guiding him closer and encouraging him to give you more.
Geralt greedily laps at your pussy, his tongue exploring your folds with the hunger of a man who cannot get enough of your taste.
You can’t help but cry out as he finds that perfect spot – your clit – licking and flicking it until you feel yourself on the edge of ecstasy.
As Geralt continues his oral ministrations, you feel an overwhelming sense of release building within you, threatening to shatter the delicate control you have over your body.
You’re trembling now, your cries becoming more urgent as the pleasure builds higher and higher.
And then, he pauses, looking up at you with a devilish glint in his eyes.
“Are you ready for more?” he asks teasingly.
You nod frantically, silently pleading for him to continue as your desire threatens to overwhelm you completely.
But Geralt seems intent on dragging out the anticipation, prolonging this exquisite torture until neither of you can bear it any longer.
His tongue resumes its relentless assault, and you feel yourself shatter, crying out as your orgasm rocks through your body like a tidal wave.
You collapse against the wall in a heap, trying to catch your breath after such intense pleasure.
As you fall asleep in Geralt’s arms later that night, he whispers, “I can’t imagine a life without you, YN.” A smile plays on your lips, and your heart feels full knowing that you have found something truly special with this man – a bond that transcends mere passion and becomes something deeper, more profound.