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[ Maybe she's right, because that question, how do you want this? almost makes him snort in laughter. How? However they end up, really, so long as they both enjoy it. He's a simple man, with simple needs. Rarely bothers to think about specifics.

He only backs her up, pressing her against a wall, not rough, but firm, hooking her leg around his waist as he trails his mouth to her throat. ]

If you fuck like you fight, we'll wind up in several positions.

[ And why not? He presses a thigh between her legs, hard and strong. ]

[ She's taking that as a compliment to her adaptability and versatility. It produces a rough laugh that rumbles up through her throat where he kisses her. She tips her head back to permit him better access, her head thumping against the wall with a dull, painless thud.

The skull branded into the back of her neck conveniently hidden now.

The last of the fastenings anchoring her false arm in place are loosened, and she is marginally more precious about how she lets it fall to the ground. While not quite as difficult to replace as the original, she isn't in the habit of being carless with it.

Still, it frees up her hand. And her left arm is still surprisingly adept, even if it ends just past her elbow. She snakes it around his shoulder, while her right tangles itself in her hair. She's angling her weight against him, luxuriating in the press of his thigh between his legs, the slow drag of her hips back and forth. It will be frustrating eventually, but it's a bit of a fun tease for now. Still, she can't help but needle a little. Part of her charm. ]

I have no issues driving my own pleasure, [ Her voice is warm and throaty, all tease as she speaks it against his jaw. ] But I was hoping for a little more than a thigh to rut up against.

[ Geralt has to huff a laugh at that. She's got a spark, that's for sure. There's something wild and untamed about her, and he likes it. ]

And here I thought most women wanted warming up, before the main event -

[ He pulls her shirt off her shoulders, biting down on the soft skin there, not roughly, more of a playful gesture. He can feel the heat of her even through their trousers, and his cock is definitely taking an interest in the proceedings. ]

We do—

[ Punctuated with a grunt when he bites at her skin. She does not hate it. The opposite, in fact. She rolls the noise into a growl, encouragement clear in the noise and the way she moves, pinned between him in the wall. Her neck stretches, tipped back, allowing open access to her collar. Open access to her tits where her shirt is pulled open all the way down to her trousers. Actually, let's just shimmy that off entirely. Her shoulders shake as she shoves it off behind her.

She's starting to feel like he's a little overdressed. ]

Usually prefer a hand. Or a mouth.

[ She feels fairly confident speaking for Most Women on this subject. A thigh is entertaining for awhile, but she thinks she might go mad trying to finish like this.

Her hand and stump plant themselves flat on his chest and give him a playful shove back toward the bed, crawling over him as he lands back on it, settling to grind against his lap. ]

Or a cock. A cock will work too.

[ Geralt laughs, making no objection to being manhandled in such a way. No, it doesn't bother him in the slightest, if anything it frees his hands to wander even further.

And, he likes to watch.

He plays with her tits some more, tugging at her nipples, before getting to work on her trousers. ]

Happy to oblige.

[ Maybe, soon, he'll flip the script - and her. But for the moment, he's too concerned with getting her naked, intent on the way she rubs against him. ]

[ Oh, she likes that laugh. She likes the deep, rumbling timbre of it, how it seems to reverberate across her skin through her. She's all long lines, loose and relaxed with her head tipped back. It's like she's laying her chest open for his fingers to play at her breasts as she enjoys a bit of rocking across his lap. Nothing too fast. She'll take her time and enjoy it, almost leisurely.

Although she does cooperate when his hands move to her trousers, lifting her hips to slide the fabric down her thighs. She pulls her rangy, muscled legs out from them and makes a final deft kick to leave herself entirely bare.

She looks quite smug for the person who has let herself be so summarily undressed, although she can hardly be blamed. This is exactly what she wanted: to lay back on the bed and hook her thighs around his shoulders. The downward press she applies is more than a simple suggestion. She wants his mouth between her legs. ]

[ Well, it's tough to misread that cue. Geralt huffs, but honestly? He's more than happy to oblige. Tumbling them over - he's quite strong, it's not difficult for him - he trails his mouth down over her breasts, her ribs, to her hips.

Yes, he enjoys this - enjoys finding a woman's sweet spot, pulling her apart with his hands and his mouth. Enjoys the taste of a woman on his lips, letting her desire soak into the stubble on his chin. He hums a little, trailing his tongue over Furiosa's folds lightly, spreading her with his fingers. ]

[ She didn't think he'd be a fun tumble in the arena and not in bed, but sometimes it happens. There's something to be said for the transferable skill of reading someone's next move, watching their body carefully to plan your next move. That said, some men are purposefully obtuse, eager to take their own pleasure and leave their partners wanting.

Furiosa's got a better sense for avoiding these types with age, but the confirmation that she's judged correctly is a nice surprise.

The first press of his mouth is rewarded with a long, satisfied groan. Her body relaxes back into the bed beneath her, legs loose over his wide shoulders, knees falling apart to let him taste and touch the warm heat of her.

She tips her chin down toward him, running her tongue over her teeth makes her look almost predatory as she watches him, although it's meant to be encouraging. He's free to drink and touch and taste, and in fact she seems to insist on it the way she threads her hand through his white hair, keeping him in this position for a while. ]

[ And stay he does - Geralt is a generous lover, as some number of women can attest. He takes his time, savoring her taste and learning the way her body responds - a finger pressed inside, then two, his tongue around her clit, gauging her reactions. The way her hips lift, the way her fingers tighten in his hair, the sounds she makes.

He's good at this, and he enjoys it. He'll make sure she enjoys it, too. ]

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extremely rude of dw to hold my notifs hostage all day

so rude!

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sorry to slow down!! i should be more regular now

no worries!

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