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Just realized I've never posted these!! They were gifts for my dear @hanzajesthanza :) Using their designs of Regis and Geralt... So yummy

At long last, Chapter 7 is up. I am so sorry it'll only get worse before it gets better from here so buckle in for some ANGST after the smut 😅

Blood Moon Chapter 7

The stables were quiet this evening, save for the thud and grunt of Geralt being shoved into the door. He had no time to right himself before a clawed hand wrapped around his throat, squeezing hard enough to bruise. The claws lengthened, clicking together at the back of his neck, and the other hand reached lower, groping his already interested cock. A choked moan escaped Geralt’s parted lips, and Regis smirked.

“You witchers really have strange interests, don’t you,” he squeezed Geralt’s cock hard enough that he tried to gasp, but he couldn’t get any air. Regis’ smile turned deadly sweet as he leaned in close to trail the tip of his long tongue along Geralt’s jaw, ending near his ear.

“I have always wondered how long a witcher can keep up,” in the beat of silence after Regis’ words, their eyes met, and Geralt’s were already wide with the surprise at having been put into this predicament to begin with. “Shall we find out, my dear,” the vampire whispered into his ear, and squeezed him just a little harder.

Can't finish shit, but I sure can start it!

Dream Only of Me

With Regis’ cock still buried inside him and his hand possessive curled around his throat, Geralt felt satiated in a way he rarely ever had. His eyes were heavy, his muscles all but liquefied, and the soft purring behind him was threatening to pull him under. Part of him wanted to turn over, to nuzzle in close to Regis’ chest, be undeniably surrounded by his scent, but this was better for now. What he really wished for was the ability to crawl inside of him and become one being somehow, and he almost laughed at the thought.

The vampire’s hand twitched, sensing even the faint hitch in his breath. “What is it, my dear, have I not sufficiently tired you out for the evening?” Geralt could feel his smirk against the back of his neck and reached up, placing his hand over Regis’.

“Mmh,” he huffed, shaking his head, “just thinking.”

Regis shifted his hips so that he was completely flush against the Witcher’s back. When his cock shifted inside Geralt, it sent a shiver up his spine, “Well now I must know.”

Geralt sighed, tipping his head back slightly and exposing more of his throat, which Regis was quick to claim with a kiss. “It’s nothing.”

Regis hummed, pressing another kiss to his jaw, “I don’t get the sense that it is.”

Geralt only laughed softly, rolling his eyes. He was far too tired to argue the point, and if Regis wanted to know, then he would. “I was thinking it might be nice to curl up inside you and be yours in every sense of the word.”

Regis’ purring — and breathing — stopped, and the silence between them made Geralt wonder if he’d said far too much. Then finally, after several seconds, “I’ve had the same thought, my dear, though I suspect mine is… well…” he trailed off, shrugging a shoulder, “instinct.”