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Geralt knows that something is off as soon as he gets home.
All of the main lights are off; all he can see by are the multicolored splashes from the Christmas lights that are reflecting through the window, and then once he’s deeper in the house, from the Christmas tree, lit up bright but alone.
He knows that Yennefer and Jaskier are gone, but he also knows that Ciri should be home. All of the lights off, though, usually means that no one is home. But aside from the lights, there’s no other indication that Ciri is gone – her car is in the driveway, her keys are hung next to the door, her boots on the shoe rack.
He turns on the night lights in the kitchen as he passes, humming thoughtfully. She’s not in the living room, or the basement; she’s also not in her room, or Jaskier’s.
That leaves the guest bedroom, and his and Yennefer’s room.
There’s no reason for her to be in the guest room, because there’s not even a bed there, currently. Which leaves just his and Yennefer’s room.
And when he turns the corner in the hall, he finds there is light coming from under the door. Not normal light, though – more Christmas lights, bright and multicolored, pulsing slowly.
He has a few guesses as to what on Earth Ciri could be doing in his bedroom with (apparently) an extra set of fancy Christmas lights, but all of them pale next to the reality he finds, upon opening that door.
She’s certainly a pretty sight, he’ll give her that. Entirely naked but for a rich, red bow tied around her throat and a matching red ball gag in her mouth, the words For Geralt scrawled in looping script over her collarbone, she’s sitting up in his bed on her knees, arms behind her back. Posed very nicely, exactly like the women in several of the pornos he knows she’s stolen from his stash.
He leans against the doorway.
“For me, hm?” he asks.
Ciri shivers, and he notices that her chin and throat are a mess of spit – she must have been waiting for a while, then, drooling messily around that gag. His cock jumps in his pants. He’s not subtle about reaching down to adjust it, and he doesn’t bother to hide his smirk when he sees how her eyes track the movement.
He steps inside and closes the door behind himself, and then, after a moment of consideration, locks it, too. There’s no need, really – there’s no one who would be interrupting them, not tonight – but Ciri jumps at the sound of it clicking, eyes going wide as she whines, muffled behind that gag. He grins and circles around the bed, til he’s behind her.
He finds that her arms aren’t just held behind her back; instead, they’re tied there, another pretty red bow, though this one is messier than the one at her slim throat. Self-tied, then, and his cock jerks against his zipper again. There’s also something else, hidden in the shadow of where she’s sitting back on her legs, but he thinks he knows what it is.
She whines again when his hand settles between her shoulder blades, but the shiver that runs through her is all arousal, and he chuckles. “Head to the side,” he instructs, and then pushes her down, so her chest and face are pressed into the bed and her ass is raised like an offering.
Considering the pretty jeweled plug in her ass, red to match the ribbon and gag, it is an offering.
He presses against the base of the plug, and Ciri squeaks, hips jerking at first away from the pressure and then back, against it.
“Just for me,” he murmurs. “Quite the convincing offering, too. But there is one hole you forgot, sweetheart.”
She makes a soft, confused noise, barely audible behind the ball gag, and he chuckles. It’s easy to move his hand down, petting from the plug in her ass over her cunt, but instead of sliding his fingers to her clit, likely where she expects, he stops to prod gently at the near-invisible, third hole between her legs.
He knows full well she’s seen the porn he has of this. It’s been stolen, too, and no one else in the house has any reason to steal from his stash – they’d just tell him they were borrowing it.
She squirms, arms jerking against her self-tied ribbon – well tied, in fact, because it doesn’t budge – and he chuckles again.
“Well?” he asks. “Want to prove if all of this is really for me then?”
He leans forward, fingers still pressing gently against her urethra, to unbuckle the ball gag. He’s got a much nicer ring gag he likes much better, anyway.
“ Geralt, ” she whimpers, and turns her head further, squinting at him through her hair that’s fallen over her face. He pulls the ball gag out from under her head and then brushes her hair away, so he can see her pretty green eye peeking at him.
“Ciri,” he murmurs back, and she shudders, cunt clenching hard enough that he feels it where he’s still prodding at her.
“Y-yes,” she finally gasps. “Yes, please – a-anything.”
He moves his fingers again, petting over her cunt again before he strokes up her back, to her tied wrists. Luckily, she did do this intelligently, and all it takes is one tug at the end of the messy bow to unravel the tie, and her wrists are free.
“On your back,” he tells her, bunching the ribbon in his hand. “Arms up and legs apart.”
She whimpers but scrambles to do as she’s told, sitting back up on her knees just to fall backward instead, kicking her legs out and leaving them spread apart before she thrusts her arms back up, held perfectly with her wrists together.
He doesn’t bother resisting the urge to bend down and kiss her. Her lips are hot and swollen from the clear hours of moving them against the ball gag, likely highly sensitive, too, and he grins when she moans wantonly right into his mouth, tongue clumsy as she tries to press up into the kiss without moving her arms.
“Pretty,” he murmurs, reaching up and wrapping the ribbon back around her wrists. This time, the tie is much tighter, and not nearly as easy to unravel – at least, not for her. He can have it undone in the space of a breath, if he needs to, but she’s likely never encountered the kind of knot he uses. “Keep your arms there, sweetheart.”
“Y-yes,” she nods, the movement brushing their noses and lips together, and she puckers her lips, searching for another kiss.
He indulges her, getting one hand on her jaw and the other into her hair so he can hold her exactly where he wants as he explores her mouth. He feels the moment she surrenders to it, shoulders going loose as her jaw goes lax, letting him tongue-fuck her, and it sends a thrill like no other through him.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, barely even pulling away to say it, and her lashes flutter as she looks at him, half-lidded, pretty green irises almost entirely eaten by her blown pupils.
“ Please, Daddy,” she mumbles, and his cock throbs heavily, pulsing precome into his boxers at that innocent little name spilling out of her swollen mouth soaked in arousal and need. “Want – want you to fuck me.”
He grins, nipping at her bottom lip before he pulls just a little back, enough to really see her slack face. “I will, sweetheart,” he promises. “But there’s a different hole I want to fuck first, remember?”
He moves the hand on her jaw down, stroking over her clit lightly before he prods at her urethra again, petting gently over the tiny, tiny little hole. She shudders, eyes rolling, but nods, hips pressing up into his touch.
“Yes, Daddy, yes, please?”
Gods, she sounds so sweet and innocent – nothing like she usually does, always spitfire and know-it-all, and he loves that, he does, but this…this surrender, it’s something else entirely. He sees his name on her chest again, looping script and definitely not written with something that will come off any time soon, and his cock jumps so hard in his jeans it almost hurts.
No reason to keep his clothes on, though, really, so he leaves her with one last chaste peck and slightly mean press to her urethra before stepping back and starting to strip. He strips everything off and then picks it up to put into the hamper, conveniently located in the closet where the toy chest is, too. He knows Ciri is watching him, can feel her eyes roving over his back and his ass, and he grins down at the array of toys he pulls from the corner of the chest.
He picks something small and thin, something easy. After all, this is her first time – at least with this kind of play, he’s certain.
Porn going missing is one thing. If his toys had started going missing, that would have been something else entirely.
Her eyes go almost comically wide when he turns around and returns to the bed, and he smirks, climbing on to settle easily between her legs. She swallows, eyes practically glued to his cock, and he just chuckles as he arranges everything he needs on the bed between her spread thighs.
“Look at you,” he murmurs once he’s got everything settled. “Already so wet.” And it’s true; she’s soaked a little puddle into the bed under her ass, lips and thighs glistening with it. He takes a moment to just feel that, petting his fingertips over the sticky-slick mess, on her thighs at first and then circling in, and in, until he’s rubbing his fingers over her inner lips, listening to the obscene schlick noise they make.
Ciri has gone bright red to match her ribbons and her plug, mouth dropped open to pant and whine as she squirms, hips jerking and shuddering against his teasing touch. “Da – Dad…Daddy, please,” she gasps, eyes rolling as she thrashes her head, and he grins, going from grinding his fingers over her cunt to spreading her open.
She squeaks. He just presses a little harder, pulling her just a little more open, watching the way her cunt clenches, her insides pink and swollen and so hot it’s radiating. He keeps his fingers here, pressing her open, and brings his other hand up to pet over where she’s exposed. Her cunt, first, swollen and pulsing just above the pretty jewel buried in her ass, and then her clit, blood-hot and hard, practically standing out from its little hood, and then the hole he’s really interested in.
Spread open like this, it’s easier to see it, even with how wet and needy she is, and he traces his finger around it for a moment before turning his hand and petting his pinky over it instead, pressing just barely against it, knowing that his pinky is much too big to fit but also knowing that it feels like it almost could.
Ciri whimpers, hips jerking away for a split second before she’s pressing forward again, gasping.
“Yeah?” He can’t help the way he nearly growls it, starting to get lost in how hot this is, how much he wants to ruin her pretty little cunt. “You like that, hm? You really want me to fuck this little hole, don’t you?”
She makes a breathless noise, hips pulsing toward him again, hard enough that he knows the pressure against her when he doesn’t move has to hurt. “Y-yes, Daddy,” she pants after a moment of working her mouth noiselessly. “Yes, please, want – want….”
“Want what?” he prods. “Tell me what it is you want, sweetheart.” He takes his pinky away, but keeps holding her open, well-practiced at getting things ready with just one hand.
“Want you to – to fuck…to fuck my….” She’s panting as he gently swipes cool lube over her urethra, spreading his fingers to hold her just a little more open. Her cheeks are still bright red, her chest coloring to match, and he’s transfixed for a moment watching her tits jiggle with each breath.
“You want me to fuck your…what?” he goads after a moment of silence, slicking the sounding rod carefully before he lifts it up and trails the thin end just above her hole. “Say it, sweetheart.”
“mm…my….” Ciri’s mumbling as her hips shift, as if she could catch the end of the rod, and Geralt’s cock throbs dangerously against his thigh.
“Hold still,” he orders, mostly for his sanity but also for her safety, and she whimpers but does as she’s told, chewing her lip raw as she forces her hips still. “And say it. ”
“Want you to fuck my pisshole,” she finally spits, all but one word, half-whined as he gently, gently presses the end of the rod just barely inside her urethra. He keeps it at that for a moment, just a bare millimeter of penetration, and she mewls, head tossing as she gasps and repeats herself.
Again and again, “Want you to fuck my pisshole, want – want it, Daddy, want you to fuck my pisshole, please – please, Daddy, want you to – to fuck my…my pisshole, fuck, please! ”
He growls and shifts the rod just a little more, pressing a little deeper, and she sobs, thighs trembling as she clearly tries so hard to hold still. His cock jumps again, leaving a sticky smear that just adds to the veritable puddle of precome he’s leaking between his legs, and he can’t stop himself from moving the sound again. A little deeper at first, and then he pulls back, just to the tip, and then pressing back in again – out and in, out and in, until he’s properly fucking the thin little hole, exactly like he begged him to.
Ciri makes a high, desperate noise, choked and breathless, and he stops moving the sound just in time for her to come, cunt clenching down on nothing at all. He swallows a rush of saliva as he watches her, belly gone concave as her chest heaves, clit throbbing visibly as clear, sticky cum pours from her cunt like a faucet. As soon as she’s done shuddering, hips gone still again, he picks it up again.
In-out, in-out, in-out, until he can get the whole sound into her pretty little hole. She’s mewling the whole time, eyes rolled back into her head as she dribbles slick, making a mess of herself and the bed, and Geralt is practically drooling, watching the sound sink into her and seeing her pink insides clench so tight each time he pulls it out.
“P-please, please, Daddy, please, ” she eventually gasps, slurred with the way she can’t quite seem to shut her mouth all the way. “Need you to fuck me – fuck my cunt , Daddy, please. ”
For a split second, he considers telling her no. He’s enjoying this far too much, fucking her third hole while she tries so hard not to squirm. But hearing her say it so plainly, so crudely, begging him to fuck her cunt – he hasn’t got a chance against that, not really.
He does, however, have another neat little toy up his metaphorical sleeve.
He’s careful as he pulls the sound out of her this time, letting it drop to the bed. She whimpers and shivers, hips jerking before she can control it, thighs quivering with the effort.
“Stay,” he murmurs, petting over her belly as he stands. “I’ll be right back, sweetheart.”
“Yeh…yes, Daddy,” she pants, eyes squeezed shut as she squirms. He chuckles and heads back over to the toy chest, grabbing the toy he’s looking for and then pausing for a moment before he grabs another one. Might not use the second one, but – he’d rather have it nearby, just in case.
He has a feeling.
Ciri hasn’t moved from where he put her when he returns, and he grins, leaning down to kiss her, deep and filthy.
“Such a good girl for me,” he murmurs. “You liked me fucking your pisshole, didn’t you, sweetheart?”
“ Yes, Daddy,” she gasps. “I – I did, Daddy, I did. ”
“Good,” he practically purrs the word as he settles back between her legs. “Such a good little present for me – you really meant it, didn’t you? All for me.”
“Yes, yes, Daddy, I did!” She’s still panting, practically sobbing it, and he hushes her softly, humming and petting over her belly soothingly for a moment before he pets his fingers back over her cunt, spreading her open for him again.
This time, he can easily see her third little hole, because it’s just slightly gaped from the previous fucking. His cock jerks painfully as he thumbs over it gently, feeling the way she trembles and presses just a little forward, as if begging him to try and press his finger inside her.
He wouldn’t. He can’t. But Gods, it’s a tempting thought, to really wreck her, leaving her urethra, her pretty cunt, and her ass gaping when he’s done with her. Enough to make his cock drool.
But he pushes it aside, instead spreading her roughly open and slicking her with the lube again, and then the little plug he chose. It’s specifically meant to be a plug, too, like the one in her ass – just for a vastly different hole. He generous with the lube, since it’s a little bigger than the sound he’d fucked her with, and he’s gentle when he presses it to her.
“Relax for me, sweetheart,” he tells her, an order but a soft one.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” she mumbles, clearly distracted by the feeling of the plug pressing at her, and he grins. It takes a little more lube and a few intentional presses, but eventually the end of the plug slips inside, and the rest is easy, after that.
She keens at the feel of it, though, thighs back to trembling as she struggles to hold still, chest heaving. “Da…Daddy, Daddy, oh…oh fuck…. ”
He fucks her with it, just a little, just to watch her quiver and listen to the way she gasps, but even his patience is wearing thin by now, and he wants to fuck her for real. It’s easy to sink the plug all the way inside her, until the protective t-base is settled perfectly against her body, the shape of the plug itself enough to hold it inside her for an extended period.
She mewls and clenches down on the feeling of it, clearly stunned by the fullness, and he chuckles, letting her feel it out for a moment as he cleans up the small pile of things between her legs to make room for himself.
That done, though, he wastes no time in slotting between her legs, his cock falling against her swollen cunt, the head nudging at her hole. She mewls again, louder this time, startled as her eyes fly open, and he chuckles again, leaning down to catch her mouth.
“Going to fuck your sweet little cunt, now,” he murmurs agains her lips. “That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? Wanted Daddy to fuck you open.”
“ Yes, ” she gasps, arms jerking for a moment before she remembers herself and pushes her tied wrists back down into the pillows. “Yes, please, Daddy, need you to fuck me, please. ”
He kisses her again as he uses one hand to coat his cock in lube and guide it to her hole properly. He knows he doesn’t need the slick, not with how hot she is for him, but it’s more a habit than anything, and it’s not as if more slick will go amiss. In fact, he’s certain it’ll make it even better for the both of them, especially considering the tight squeeze her cunt will be with two plugs in the surrounding holes.
“Legs around my hips, sweetheart,” he tells her, and she moves immediately, moaning whorishly when the movement clearly does something with those plugs. “Good girl, just like that. Now, you want my cock?”
“Yes, please, Daddy, need it,” she pants, eyes half-lidded again as he rubs the slick head of himself over her clit, over the bump of the urethral plug, til he’s finally pressing at her swollen entrance.
“Need, hm,” he chuckles to cover up a gasp as he starts to press inside, able to feel the shape of the urethral plug against the head of his cock, the anal plug, too. “Then I suppose I should give it to you, sweetheart. Nice and… fuck… slow.”
He keeps his promise, too, moving glacially slow as he pushes his cock inside her, pulling back nearly to the head with each new inch, until she’s babbling, eyes squeezed shut as she squirms, cunt clenching so tight and hot around him he’s stunned he hasn’t come yet.
“Feel good, sweetheart?” he pants, finally sunk to the hilt, and she just makes a loud, desperate little noise, thighs squeezing hard enough to bruise herself around his hips. He laughs, but it’s more of an equally desperate groan than anything else. “Be a good girl and use your words.”
“ Yes, ” she hisses, the word elongated by several seconds, “Daddy, please, please fuck me, please – so fucking full, want m-more, please, Daddy – ”
“Want more, hm?” he’s gasping it as he pulls out and sinks back into her, moving a little faster than before but only just, savoring the tight press of her cunt, the shape of the plugs massaging him through her walls. “Already have three of your holes stuffed, sweetheart, what more could you want?”
“I – I don’t know, Daddy, please – ”
“Shhh, sweetheart, it’s alright,” he soothes, leaning closer as he moves a little faster, grunting at the searing pleasure of fucking her like this. The sound of it is obscene, and the noises she’s making, too – he has no chance of lasting very long, not like this.
Good thing he can still go more than once in a night, because he’s far from done with this pretty little Christmas present.
“Here, be a good girl and suck on this, hm?” He offers her the other toy he grabbed, a dick-shaped gag attachment just minus the straps. She opens her mouth and takes it without question, sucking on it almost desperately, and he growls as he presses his fingers to the base of it to make sure she can’t spit it out. “So perfect,” he praises as he leans up a little, shifting his knees so he has better leverage. “Such a good girl for Daddy. That’s it. Just suck on that, hm? Now you’re nice and properly full, right?”
She makes a low, gurgling noise around the toy in her mouth, but when he pulls out and fucks back in hard, her eyes roll and her cunt clenches, thighs tightening impossibly around his hips. He laughs brokenly and does it again, and then again, until he’s properly fucking her, hard and deep and almost vicious.
She comes from that, more than once, just like she came from just her pisshole being fucked, and he growls each time, pressing harder at the dick gag until she chokes on it. That just makes her come again, and he can’t help himself that time – it’s too much, watching her body convulse as she gags on the dick in her mouth, feeling each minute reaction through her cunt clenched so tight around his cock it’s practically molded to him, the plugs a shocking spark of sensation through her thin walls with each movement.
He comes pressed so deep inside her he knows it’ll take hours to leak out, and he can’t even feel bad, because when he pulls the dick gag from her mouth to kiss her, all she can seem to gasp out is,
“ More, Daddy, please. ”