Witcher x Reader

Sex O'Clock

I believe there is more evil than good in this god forsaken world. As the priest of my village would say.

"God may be stronger, but the devil works harder in disguise."

Let me tell you a little story about me.

Past/Present.

          I have been abused for over half my life. If it wasn't drunks trying to touch me, then it was thieves and dwarfs throwing whatever they could find at me. Women scoffed and turned their nose up at the sight of me while their husbands eyed me like the last slice of sweet pie. Now don't get me wrong, I'm no vegabond, I may travel from town to city and my clothes torn and dusty from one weeks adventure to the next, but I do have a home I built out of wood and money shoved into my sachet and my swords strapped to my hips. I do tend to use the dragon shaped dagger on whomever hurt me. My mother left me the knife when she died, also leaving me on my own. I hated her for that. For leaving me in a world so horrid and cruel.

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My sex life.

       Suppose you could say I have it decent. I would walk into brothels and take two prostitutes at a time, mostly one of each gender and mainly an elf and an orc. I would bring them to the room I rented and have my fair share of fun... It makes my insides hot and moist thinking about it. Then one day i met this werewolf on my travels. I helped him out with hunting, and in return he became my friend. Or so i thought. Beacuse later that night my legs were spread, my hips and rear in the air as my breasts touched the bear skin blaket, all the while this werewolf kneeled behind me, sharp claws scratching my hips and along my back as his monsterous member was buried deep inside me. Then there was the white haired witcher, Geralt. I came across him on the beach near Novigrad, his sword in both hands as he fought his way through the storm of drowners. I jumped off my horse and gave him a helping hand, earning his gratitude that night on top of a hill surrounded by nature and wildlife. My legs wrapped around his shoulders as he rammed his cock deep inside me, pounding me violently and earning himself some cursing and his name being moaned out loud. Turning over on my side, geralt grabbed hold of my leg and raised it over his shoulder. Fucking me sideways, I grabbed hold of his balls and squeezed gently before massaging them in my warm hand. Him moaning and grunting my name lit a fire inside of me that I never felt before, the look on his face, his wild amber eyes. It made me feral to point of orgasm.

"We will meet again, my love." He whispered when we settled for the night.

That was 2 years ago.

You see. I tend to help people out and in return, I expect their cocks to fill me up. It sounds like I'm a whore but I'm not. I just prefer to have sex with the men, women and creatures that I find extremely sexy.

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"Well well well, what do we have here." Came the voice of a rough looking man. His shaggy hair black as coal and his face a distasteful grey colour.

"Looks like we have a new little snack." Another chuckled as he slowly approached me, pickaxe in his right hand.

"Those are big words for someone so ugly and stupid. Reckon you have the brain of a troll." I smirked as I reached for my enchanted blue sword. "Would be an awful waste to have to make my sword blunt, I just got it sharpened."

The two men circled me, laughing at what I had just said.

"IM GOING TO KILL YOU, WHORE."

The man with shaggy hair lunged forward, a small dagger stretched out in front of him. I managed to dive out of the way on time. The other man Screamed and hit him in the face with the pickaxe he carried.

"FUCKING DAFT PRICK. YOU BLOODY STABBED ME."

The first man fell to the ground as blood splurged out of his face in all directions, splattering my trousers and boots. I put my sword away and got my little trusty dragon dagger. Aiming it at the second man, I threw it hard and fast , landing it in the side of his neck. The man ripped the knife out and threw it on the ground. He held onto his damaged neck before turning to me.

"You're going to die too." He growled as he took big steps towards me, walking faster with each step. I turned and ran in the opposite direction, running so fast I could, faintly hear the man behind me screaming and shouting all kind of abuse.

Turning the corner, I hit into a large muscular figure, causing me to stumble and feel slightly dizzy. I looked up to see the man smirking at me, his white hair long and loose, his amber eyes wild with desire.

"We meet again, my love."