~The Witcher: Geralt X Listener NSFW: Letting Go~ {Patreon Exclusive}

Letting go is hard for a man with so much power....

Contains: Established Relationship, Fanfic Style, Light BDSM, Light Orgasm control, Blowjob, Light Power Play, Eye Contact, Dirty Talk

I know this one doesn't actually have Geralt talking a lot, but I feel like that's actually more true to his character? I've always felt conflicted about how much I make him talk in my standard format of audios, simply because I feel like he's a man who doesn't talk all that much, which doesn't work when you're the only side of a conversation lol. So this was kind of an exploration about telling a story involving Geralt that's sexy, while also kind of keeping in line with that thought that he doesn't talk that much, that his actions and reactions say much more, so I hope that comes through in the audio and that you enjoy! 

Note: this audio is for July of this year, not this month. Thank you all for your patience!

~Audio Transcript Below~


It’s difficult for Geralt to let things go. To let his control slip for even a moment. You can see the frustration in his eyes in the very rare moments when it does happen, and you can’t help but want to reach out and tell him that he doesn’t have to bear the burden of keeping himself so tightly wound and carefully put together alone.The entire world does not rest on his shoulders, but he seems to think it does.

He likes to pretend like everything is fine, or at least he thinks he needs to pretend everything is fine to keep himself going; but you see it, you know what it means.

With an ever growing tension in his body and his speech, one more inconvenience or perceived slight or added responsibility will make him snap, and you’ve determined that it’s your job to make sure it doesn’t happen.

Geralt needs to let go, and you’re going to help him.

The unfortunate thing about the stubborn ass is that well….he’s a stubborn ass.

If you were to bring this up to him with pity and understanding and compassion, he’ll absolutely shut down and refuse to accept or engage in anything you would suggest.

So you decide to go about it a different way…..

It’s not an easy thing, ambushing a man with incredibly strong senses who constantly has his guard up. The one thing you do have going on your side though, is that he’s weak for you.

Not in a traditional sense, but he humors you, he likes you. Well, more than likes you, even though that’s also hard for him to say aloud, but he cares for you, in his own way.

So you’re going to care of him in yours.

He’s usually the most vulnerable just after he wakes up, which makes your heart clench and your lips spread into a smile in a silly little way because he trusts you enough to sleep by his side.

You’ve awoken before him, which is a rare occurrence. However, the actual bed in an actual Inn is a rare occurrence as well, so you don’t blame him for indulging in the luxury. As part of your plan, you had insisted that you stay in an Inn, and while he had commented that it was more time and cost effective to keep moving, you had asked him if you could please spend the night in a real bed.

Whether or not you employed your famous pout that he’s also weak for is neither here nor there, but it’s gotten you to where you are now.

His bright yellow eyes open, and you can’t help but appreciate the soft look to them the first few moments before his mind catches up with anything. You wish it could last longer as you watch him blink and wake up more, grunting and shifting and looking down at you with now sharp, attentive eyes.

You want to make them soft again.

Which is ironic, since to do that, you plan to get Geralt hard.

That, fortunately enough is not a difficult thing to do, especially in the morning.

Without much fanfare, you lean up to kiss Geralt right on the mouth, smiling through the small grunt that slips out of him at the sudden action.

With a free hand, you reach down, and your smile widens as your suspicions are confirmed. Leave it to Geralt to consistently have morning wood.

You knead at the flesh underneath your hand, moaning into the kiss as you feel him get even harder in his trousers.

It seems to take him a moment to fully register what’s going on, but then a large hand is gripping your wrist, and he’s pulled his mouth away. You whine softly, genuinely displeased that he’s stopped you, but you don’t try to struggle, and meet his gaze as he looks at you with furrowed brows.

“What-?” He asks, as eloquent as ever, and you can’t help the small smile that quirks your lips. You do your best to hide it though, and lean in to give a small kiss to his neck, right above the chain of his necklace. You tilt your head up and whisper in a sultry tone.

“Want you.”

The equally eloquent grunt you get in return causes you to laugh, and he grunts again at you. He shifts, like a mountain made of muscle, and you’re worried for a few moments that he’s decided to deny you. You would never push him if he were to say no, even if it were to put a stop to your plan to help him let go, but your worries are unfounded as he shifts and rolls over to kneel over you, a smooth movement that has your head cages by his forearms.

It’s one of your favorite positions, to be sure, but this is how it usually goes. Geralt taking control, and while you allow him to mutter, “Good Morning,” and kiss you again, you reach up to grip at his biceps and squeeze, getting his attention.

“Hm?” He asks after pulling away, and you take a moment to admire his handsome face before saying.

“Can I be on top?”

He blinks at you,  but nods. “Yes…” he replies, before moving far too swiftly for someone who just woke up and has an erection should be able to.

Honestly, this man.

The movement makes your stomach flip and you laugh as you’re pulled onto his chest and into a kiss, humming happily into it as Geralt presses his tongue into your mouth.

You feel his erection pressing against your ass, and you can’t help but grind a little against it, moaning softly into the kiss as you feel it throb against you.

You kiss for long moments, rather languid in the morning light, and Geralt moves his hands to encircle your hips. While normally you would marvel at the distance they span across your body, you reach for them yourself, tugging at them.

Geralt makes a curious noise but follows your tugging, indulgent with you as always, before you encircle his wrists as much as you can and push his hands down onto the bed next to his head.

You can’t help but notice how nice his silvery-white hair looks haloed around his face while he says to you flatly—

“What are you doing?”

You smirk at him. “Maybe I wanted to shake things up a bit.” Then, with a softer tone. “Is that a problem?”

He’s silent for a moment, narrowing his eyes at you before relaxing more into the bed. He allows you to hold his hands where they are, even though there is no conceivable way that you could actually make them stay there. So you don’t pretend. “Keep them here?” You ask, patting one of his wrists.

He blinks. “Sure.”

You smile and lean down to kiss him again, allowing your eyes to shut as you return to those long languid presses of lips and tongue, moaning as Geralt subtly starts to rock against your ass. You moan louder, quite turned on yourself, but you remind yourself that this is for him, not for you, and you can’t let your arousal get in the way of your true goal.

Giving him a place to let go, even if the actual letting go is small.

It’s not a race. You’ve got time.

So you continue to kiss him, deeper, slipping your eyes shut as you grind against him, using your hands to gently run over the furred skin of his chest, the metal of his medallion skin warm and pleasant.

He keeps his hands to himself as you asked, but eventually, the thrusting of his hips becomes a little bit too vigorous for your liking, and you pull away to look down at him. His hands, which were relaxed, are now clenched into fists, but they’re still where you left them.

“Why’d you stop,” he grunts, frowning at you.

You reach to pet at the furrow between his brows until it softens.

“Don’t work so hard…” you murmur. “Let me do the pleasuring for once…..”

He blinks again, and you pet between his brows again, unable to keep from smiling as he glances up slightly cross eyed to look at your fingers before he looks back at your face.

“Suit yourself….” he says, with lightly narrowed eyes.

Internally, you sigh. Now he thinks you’re up to something; perhaps it’s time to give up the ghost. He’s followed along with you so far.

You lean your weight down until your noses are barely brushing. “Let me take the burden off of you….”

“The burden of arousal?”

You roll your eyes at his flat tone, but smile anyways. “No, and stop being obtuse on purpose.”

“What are you up to?” He finally asks, and you sigh, fully pressing your foreheads together now.

“It’s not your duty to put the entire world’s struggles on your shoulders….”

“I know,” he replies, the look in his eyes less wary. However it could be bordering on defensive, even if his tone isn’t. It’s truly hard to tell sometimes, especially when he starts to close himself off.

You press your forehead harder into him. “Don’t shut me out.” You whisper.

He grunts, but after a few seconds, you physically feel his body relax. Only then do you pull away enough so you can see his entire face.

He’s not exactly frowning, however he’s not exactly pleased, and he glances away from you for the first time this morning, and even that concession is a lot for him.

You reach up and put a hand on his cheek.

“Geralt,” you plead softly. “Please……you’re safe…..I’ve got you…..”

He’s silent for a few long moments, but you let him take all the time he needs.

“What do you want from me?”

Leaning in, you now kiss the furrow between his brows. “I just want you to try to put all of your worries aside for just a little while. Like they aren’t your responsibility…..”

He opens his mouth, probably to protest and mention that they are his responsibility, however you kiss him quiet. He seems to get the memo when you pull back and lets you continue.

“You deserve to not have your guard up all the time…..” You say. “You deserve to be able to let go just like everyone else…..forget your struggles for a while.”

“I’m not like anyone else…..” and it breaks your heart a bit that his tone sounds actually tired for the first time in a long time. “People die when I let my guard down…..when I let things go……”

You shake your head. “Even here?”

He nods once. “Even here……”

“I want to help you….”

“How?”

You chew at your lip for a long moment.  “How about this?”

Sitting up, you rock back against his erection, which has flagged slightly with the lack of stimulation, but with a few well placed backwards grinds, gets him moaning and throbbing towards fully hard once again. “Take that incredible focus of yours…..and turn it on me….”

“What?” he asks through a grunt, and you roll your eyes fondly before stopping your grinding again.

“Alright, so you think that you can’t let your guard down,” you say, shifting up to your knees. He watches you with keen yellow eyes, and you intend to keep it that way. With fluid motions you slide down his body, hooking your fingers into the hem of his trousers, unceremoniously pulling them down and releasing his erection. It springs up and you can’t help but swallow at the sudden saliva build up. He grunts at the temperature change.

With confident movements, you reach to grip his cock, settling down as comfortably as you can between his spread legs. “So pretend I’m something you need to pay attention to.”

“I do pay attention to you….”

You make a face at him and squeeze his cock a little at his intentional obtuse response.

“You know what I mean, Geralt.”

“Do I?”

You roll your eyes at him, but smile fondly. Now you realize, he’s playing with you a little bit.

You stroke his cock once or twice, watching pre-come start to bead out of his slit.

“You think you can make me forget?” He asks after a soft grunt of a moan, and you can’t help but notice that his arms are still by his head where you asked him to keep them. You smile, and place a gentle kiss on his tip.

“I can try…..”

He grunts again.

“Watch me,” you demand. “Don’t look away from me for one second…..or I’ll stop.”

“That’s what you call keeping my guard up?” He asks, narrowing his eyes at you again.

You shrug. “Do you want to orgasm?”

His following silence is rather loud considering, and it makes you smile.

“Then don’t look away, don’t focus on anything else……I’m the most important right now.”

He opens his mouth to probably say another dry quip about something or other, but you don’t give him the chance before you lean down and take the entirety of his cockhead into your mouth and suck sharply.

His hands are on your head in an instant, not pushing, just gripping, and his body has sat up, almost curled over you. He’s swearing under his breath,”

“Gods--fucking--”

You pull away and he curses again. “What the fuck?” he growls, looking down at you through disheveled silvery hair..

You tilt your head and point up at his hands with your eyes and eyebrows.

It pleases you greatly that it takes him a moment to figure out what the hell you’re talking about. But eventually, he carefully pulls your hands away, and goes to settle back down.

“See?” You finally say when his hands are resting on the bed by his face again.

“I guess….”

Another kiss you give to his tip makes him twitch, and you swat gently at his thigh. “Sit back against the headboard, that way you can watch me easier….”

He follows your instruction without complaint or even speech this time, and--to your amusement--with more speed than he might do normally. Maybe that’s just the power getting to your head.

And it’s a powerful feeling indeed, watching Geralt rest against the headboard and intentionally put his hands to his sides.

“Watch me.” You say lowly, before taking him as far into your mouth as you can while still maintaining eye contact.

You're not in the mood to tease him, but you do place one of your hands on his hip— your other holding on to the length of his cock that you can’t fit into your mouth—and squeeze gently, a silent request to keep his hips to himself as much as he can.

Strange how you ask him to control himself in an effort to help him let go.

You start to bob your head and suck faster, harder, and the more that you do it, the more you feel and taste the steady stream of pre-come that's now trailing out of him.

And his eyes. You've never understood how anyone could say his eyes are terrifying. The world falls away as you continue to suck him, everything outside of his body against and inside yours and his piercing golden eyes staring at you unimportant.

Watch he does, exactly as you asked, and as you begin to truly fall into the mindset and personal pleasure that is sucking him off; feeling the twitches, the heat, tasting his arousal, the scent of his sweating skin, you feel your eyes start to fall closed in concentration.

Right now, nothing else matters but bringing him off.

So you double your efforts, the hand on his shaft stroking and meeting up messily with your mouth where you can't suck down anymore, and the first sharp moan out of his mouth makes you moan yourself, and your eyes shoot open to look at his again.

Oh, you can't help the little grind of your hips against the mattress at the look in his eyes, his pupils large and dark, almost all consuming like they do sometimes when he drinks one of his potions, and you suck more, just to get him to make that noise again.

Endlessly pleased you are to realize as he moans, that his arms are shaking at his sides, his hands fisted into the sheets. You wonder idly if you could get him to rip them.

You go deep then, pressing his cock as far back into your throat as you can and swallowing, and finally, finally, something seems to let go in him, as he starts to moan and babble at you.

"Gods damn it all with your fucking mouth"

"You want me to watch you? I've never stopped watching you......"

"The shit you do to me....."

It's some concession of control, and your head spins with it. More, more, more, you want to make him lose control more.

Trembling hips, trembling hands. You've almost got him, you think......He's usually careful with you, not wanting to hurt you, but---

Pulling away with a rather obscene pop, you mutter. "Fuck my mouth, Geralt."

He growls, "Fuck" himself, and then suddenly his hands are on your head again, and the first snap of his hips almost makes you choke, but thankfully you recover quickly enough to relax your throat, but you keep your eyes on him. You stare at him as he fucks your throat, tears filling your vision. You blink them away and allow them to trail down your face as you continue to make eye contact with Geralt, as though if you stare hard enough you'll get him to break.

And he stares right back at you, panting and moaning and swearing as he uses your throat with sharp snaps of your hips. Perhaps this isn't what you originally meant by letting go, but the fierceness in his eyes and in his movements, his utter devotion to looking at you and doing as you've said, it's enough.

At least for now.

It doesn't take long to feel the telltale throb of his cock, and you swallow several times as he fucks into you.

"G-gonna come--" he announces sharply, and you reach up, squeezing his hips before pulling off of him just long enough to say.

"Do it. Watch me while you come down my throat."

It's the right thing to say, for when you force yourself back down onto his cock, it's maybe another thirty seconds before he groans, snapping his hips as deeply as they can go, and releasing with a sharp growl, his pupils practically consuming the entire color of his eye, only a bright ring of gold glimmering as he looks at you as though he's trying to see through you, into you, read your thoughts and your intentions and commit them to memory.

"F-fuck! Take it, Oh~ Take it!"

When his orgasm is finally finished, he pulls himself from your raw throat, and you cough a few times, sniffing and wiping at your eyes.

You gasp as he hauls you up and kisses you, not a thought or care to where your mouth just was. When you pull apart, he starts to wipe your cheeks of tears himself, his eyes the softest they've been this entire time.

He cradles your face even after the tears are gone, and you smile at him. He pulls you down to settle onto his chest.

"Thank you...." he says after a long moment.

You nuzzle into his chest hair, humming softly as he threads his fingers into your hair.

After another minute or so, he asks. “Do you want me to….reciprocate?”

You sigh happily, and shake your head. “I’m fine…..wasn’t about me anyways…..”

He’s quiet then, except for the soft touches he gives your arm and your hair, and you shut your eyes and sink into the feeling.

“Do you think that helped?” You ask, and his fingers stop for a moment. You try hard not to be disappointed, but you open your eyes and look up at as much of his face from this angle that you can see.  

“I don’t know…..” he admits, before starting those gentle touches again.

You settle back down and kiss at his pec, squeezing what of his torso you can. “It’s ok, we can keep trying…….if you want…..”

“Why do you want to?”

You don’t even open your eyes, feeling a slight tug of sleep pull at your mind. “Because I love you…..”

He doesn’t answer, at least verbally. But the fact that you feel him hold you tighter is really all you need to hear.