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You've been an extra on The Witcher for weeks now. You and Henry have exchanged glances here and there but nothing that seemed like it meant something.
In this one scene, The Witcher goes to a brothel and you're one of the prostitutes that he will choose to spend the night with. You are wearing a black bra & matching underwear, a matching garter belt with royal blue ribbon sewn in, and a "robe" - it covers nothing because it is completely see thru.
In the scene, Henry has to pretend to look all of you up and down, as if he is pretending to choose which one of you he wants.
As you're standing around with your fellow extras, Henry strolls onto set in full costume. Even in that silver wig, he is still one of the most breathtaking men you've ever seen.
He doesn't notice you at first. But then he scans the room and your eyes lock. He looks in your direction, briefly taking note of what you and the other girls are wearing. The look in his eyes is different then it has been over the last few weeks....it almost looks like real desire. You can't be sure. I mean this is Henry Cavill we are talking about.
So the scene starts, cameras rolling, and ACTION! You and the girls line up and pose provocatively so you can seem more attractive to Henry's character. He starts at the opposite end of where you are standing. You're glancing in his direction, pretending to catch his eye so that he picks you over everyone else. Inside, you're dying. You're wondering what will he do once he gets to where you are. You start to consider how you would react if he touches you or caresses your hair. You're completely lost in thought, looking down at the ground, trying to breathe and force your heart to stop pounding.
You suddenly remember where you are when a masculine hand comes into your peripheral vision, gently lifting your chin to eye level. Suddenly, you and Henry are looking directly at each other.
Henry smiles at you and utters his lines. You have no idea what he said because you are still so lost in the moment. He hasn't taken his eyes off of you, as he shamelessly looks your body up and down. You swear at that moment his eyes get darker, even behind the yellow contact lenses. You're not sure if it's real or if hes in character. It all feels like a blur.
Suddenly, you feel Henrys hand gently caress your shoulder. "I'll take this one..." he says dismissing the madame of the brothel, waiving her away as though she were a fly at a BBQ.
It is all too much. Henry's "reaction" to you. Feeling his knuckle caress your shoulder. He slowly, gently yet firmly grabs you by the upper arm and drags you in his direction. Henry/Geralt wants to take you somewhere more private.
As you're following Henry/Geralt off camera, you suddenly feel your knees buckle. You're sure it's just the excitement that he picked you. But then your head starts to feel like it's going to float off of your shoulders. Surely, you're just giddy because Henry/Geralt is still holding your arm, forcing you to move faster than you'd like. This whole time he's been walking with you has maybe taken about a minute, but it feels like an eternity.
You can't feel your legs suddenly, and it's at that moment you remember you haven't eaten anything all day. You were so excited that you were going to be in a scene with Henry that you forgot to eat. It's at that moment, you feel like you're going to faint. No. You are DEFINITELY going to faint!! The room gets hazy and you start to stumble. As you're floating to the ground, suddenly you feel very strong arms grab you by your waist, supporting your spine as if he's dipping you in some imaginary choreographed dance. At the last minute before you almost hit the ground, the last thing you think before you pass out is how kissably soft his lips look that close up. In fact, you're fairly certain, in your haze, you reached up to caress his face before everything went black.
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When you come to, you don't recognize the surrounding area. Your eyes are still adjusting to the light. From what you can tell, you're on a couch. You don't want to move your head too much because you still feel really lightheaded. Suddenly, you feel a cold nose by you. It's a dog's nose. Its sniffing your ear and it tickles you. You giggle and it only makes the pup dig his cold wet snout further into your ear and take a big whiff.
Who has a dog on the set here, the question flashes breifly in your mind before you glance to your right. His face is black, with white markings around his eyes. The creature is sitting down at this point, staring at you, lightly panting with a huge grin on his face. You've seen this dog's face a million times. Oh. My. God. Its Kal. You're in HENRY'S FUCKING TRAILER!!!
"KAL!!" you say out loud, much louder than you anticipated. Kal seems pleased to make your acquaintance and licks your face in appreciation.
Right at that exact moment you were "kissed" by Kal, you hear the trailer door open.
"Ahhh you're awake," in the most beautifully perfect British accent imaginable. Kal licks your face again, as if to say, Hey my Dad's here!! Yippee!!
Henry seems to glide in, in full costume sans yellow contacts, and pulls up a chair next to you, grabbing Kal playfully by the scruff. "And I see you've met Kal. *he beams like a proud father* I'm sorry if he was too forward." Henry feigns embarrassment, then looks directly at you, and his face softens as he smiles and looks back at his beloved pet. "He can be a bit cheeky with women, I'm afraid. However, he IS the true ladies man in this duo." He lightly chuckles at his own joke and smiles shyly, slightly hiding his face, but his smile could still light up the entire trailer.
You smile back at him, unsure of what to do next. You meet his eyes and then blush slightly looking down.
"Kal woke me up..." you trail off. "What happened?? One minute you had me by the arm, walking me off set and then I woke up....In here..." You motion around with your hands. Your head still feels fuzzy but you slowly try to sit up.
Henry springs up suddenly from his seated position, "Whoa!! Easy, easy. I think you fainted." He places the palm of his hand squarely on the base of your neck as you attempt to sit up. "Don't move so quickly. You could pass out again." His hand still on the nape of your neck, he helps you gently lay your head back down.
You reach up and grab his elbow for support, as you slowly turn your face in Henry's direction. His face feels as though it is inches from your own. You both just stare at each other, you're propped up on the couch and Henry is leaning over you. You swear the 2 of you are having a "moment". Suddenly, Henry's eyes glaze over slightly and it looks like he might kiss you.
It is Henry who breaks the intense connection. "Have you eaten anything today?? Can you think of any other reason why you may have fainted?" He looks down, purposely not making eye contact, quickly removing his hand from the back of your neck. You think his cheeks have turned a light pink hue but you can't be sure. He grabs your wrist to steady you, as you gently place your hand on his obscenely large forearm, to help you into a seated position. As you sit up fully, you realize you're still in costume. You're still dressed like a prostitute!!!! At least, you're in an actual bathrobe this time. "Oh great," you barely whisper under your breath, berating yourself.
"What was that??" Henry looks curiously in your direction.
"Hmm??? What??" You feign confusion.
"It sounded like you said something..." He trails off, leading you to finish the thought.
"Ohh, uhhh, hahaha. No. I mean yes, but no. Well I did say something...but it doesn't matter." You feel all of the blood in your body rush to your cheeks. They feel like they're on fire and all you can think in your head is, "IDIOT!! Y/N, just stop talking!! You've made enough of a fool of yourself as it is..."
Henry shakes his head and smiles, in that awkward way he does when he finds something mildly amusing but at the same time doesn't quite know how to react.
"Maybe you should eat something? Would you like some tea?" You just realized Henry was standing there, one hand on his hip, looking overbearing and undeniably cute as Geralt, in his black leather pants, boots and flowy black shirt.
"Yes, thank you. I think I should eat a little something..." You bring your hand to your head, as the room starts to feel a bit like its spinning.
Henry gently touches your wrist with his fingertips. "Are you sure you want to sit up? Maybe you should just lay down a little bit more."
You feel a spark of electricity, as his touch flows thru you and seems to travel straight to your nipples. They immediately stand at full attention. He is almost standing directly in front of you, his crotch at eye level. As you glance at his package, your eyes slowly travel up to his beautifully chiseled face. You feel the warmth of his groin radiate to your neck. Your mouth goes dry, and your throat feels like sandpaper. You gulp as you try to moisten your throat, licking your lips and biting your bottom lip. You have never wanted to devour any other man so badly in your life.
You're sure your wanton lust for him is written all over your face as you blush, briefly thinking about how you would ravage this real life Adonis like no other.
"I'm...ahhh..." you barely croak out before clearing your throat, quickly looking away, desperately trying to find anything to look at but him. "I'm ok for now." You smile weakly. You're hoping he didn't notice any of your momentary internal struggle, although you know from the short time working near him that he sees and hears everything.
Henry is momentarily stuck, standing in front of you, peering down at you, like he wants to say something, until he snaps out of it. "Tea!!" He reminds himself, clasping his hands together. "One cup of tea coming up." You thought you heard him clear his throat but you can't be sure, as he strides away towards the kitchenette in his trailer.
Kal has been pacing about this whole time, sort of restless. As Henry goes to make the tea, he summons Kal and leads him to the back of his trailer. There seems to be a bed and some toys for Kal in there as you crane your neck to see what's going on. Henry puts Kal in his "room" and gently shuts the door. As Henry acknowledges you with a smirk as he walks past you back towards the kitchenette, you hear a squeaky toy being what can only be described as interrogated. Then silence. You think, "Kal murders his toys and then gets bored....sounds about right," smiling to yourself.
You're grateful for the momentary break from being in such close proximity to him. It was starting to become too much. Of course, right as those few minutes feel like it may give you enough time to come to your senses and allow you to act more professional, Henry has returned with your piping hot tea.
"There you are..." he places it in your hands, as he slides in next to you on the couch, his right arm resting on his thigh and his left arm is extended on the back of the couch behind your head.
"Thank you so much", you lightly blow on your tea, lifting it to your lips. "Is Kal ok?" You cannot bring yourself to make eye contact with him, although you can feel his eyes on you. Henry's voice always softens when he talks about his beloved dog. "Oh he'll be just fine. That's his room. This is actually his trailer, too. None of this belongs to me. Its all his...I just work so I can pay for him to live this amazing life." You can't help but snicker at his answer, briefly looking in his direction, catching his beaming smiling face before returning to your cup of tea. You notice there are some Lorna Doone cookies neatly splayed out on the little saucer, holding the tea cup. You touch them, thinking how sweet it is for him to give you cookies with your tea. You have no idea that you're smiling to yourself, thinking how British of Henry to do such a thing.
Henry noticed your appreciation of the gesture immediately. "I thought you could use a little sustenance to bring up your blood sugar. I love eating these things when I drink tea. They're these American biscuits, excuse me, 'cookies'..." he corrects himself, he scrunches up his face, the disdain is dripping from his voice as he utters the word "cookies". He continues, recovering well, "Anyway, I dip them in my tea sometimes and they're really delicious!!" His eyes get wide, like a young boy, and then he closes them, slightly letting his head fall back as if he's remembering the first time he enjoyed them himself. He continues on this diatribe of his newfound love of these cookies.
He starts telling you all about them, who introduced them to him, how he wasn't sold on the idea at first, but this person really made the hard sell and so he caved. Now, he makes sure to include them in his contract so that he always has them in his trailer, waiting to be devoured. The way he says "devoured" sends a little tingle down your spine. You quickly shake it off, thinking he is so animated when he talks about food, as you sip your tea and finish off the first cookie. You listen intently as he keeps professing his love of Lorna Doone and how they have basically altered his tea drinking experience for eternity. Omg he is such a nerd, you think to yourself, as your lips curl into a small smile in your amusement of his depth of knowledge about something so benign as a cookie.
He winds down his story, as he notices you're just finishing up your last bit of tea, the cookies finished long ago.
"Thank God you're finished. The tale of Lorna Doone was shortly coming to a close." You giggle and he meets your eyes and smiles, that same feeling of electricity running through you. He glances down with a shy grin, as he reaches for your cup and saucer. "Here, I'll take that..." His fingertips brush your hand as he takes it from your grip.
You turn slowly to face him, without even realizing it, you place your hand on his upper thigh. Henry turns to meet your gaze, after placing the cup and saucer on the table in front of you. Your eyes are locked. There's no mistaking the moment you and he are sharing right now. Henry takes his right hand and gently pushes away some of your hair that has fallen into your eyes, and gingerly tucks it behind your ear. His fingertips brush your jawline, as he cups your face, exhaling heavily. Without even thinking, you close your eyes, leaning your face into his hand, as he rubs your cheek with his thumb. As he is still rubbing your face, your eyes open to him admiring you and how you are reacting to his touch. His thumb trails along your jawline and rubs your bottom lip.
"Henry, I... " you're not really sure of what you wanted to say, but you felt like you had to say something.
"Shhhhh...." he silences you, staring at your mouth, his tongue licking his lips like a cat about to pounce on its prey.
Right as it seems like he's going to close the gap between you, there is a sudden knock at his trailer door. It shocks you both and you both quickly take your hands off of each other, snapping you back to reality. You stare at each other, like you're in high school and you've just been busted by your parents. The knock comes again, but this time more forcefully. Henry snaps out of his reverie and whispers, "I better get that.." With that, he's up and off of the couch, on his way to the door.
Its a little far away, but you vaguely hear Henry greet them with a "Oh, hey mate!! What can I do for you??" The exchange goes on for probably 5 minutes but it feels like forever. You suddenly stand up and start to panic. "WTF almost happened??" You think to yourself, your thoughts coming in rapid fire. "Did you almost kiss Henry Fucking Cavill?? Jesus Christ. Holy fuck." You suddenly feel like you're sweating. You want to make some lame excuse and run away. But at the same time, you want to stay exactly where you are, continuing right where you left off. You keep having this internal struggle on what to do next, when you suddenly hear the door close.
Henry is headed towards you, and he looks...different. He looks almost...hungry.
You start babbling. "I should get going. Thank you so much for the tea and cookies, but I should really get back. I've already taken advantage of your hospitality. You've been so kind. I really think I should just---" In no time, it seems like he's right up on you, inches from your face, grasping your shoulders.
"Something happened, something technical. They have to reset a bunch of things and its going to take about 2 hours before they're ready for the actors. Please don't go. Just stay here with me..." He softens his face, but his eyes are filled with lust. The dichotomy is a heady combination, at best. You just stare up at him, not believing your ears. All you can do is nod your head in consent.
"Now where were we..." He breathes, as he leans into you, never breaking your stare. You're sure you're going to melt. He closes the remaining distance between you, his soft lips pressed firmly on yours. As he slides his hands down the sides of your body to the small of your back, roughly but gently pulling you into him, he turns his head, opening your mouth with his as he does it, his warm tongue filling your mouth, daring your tongue to dance with his. Your right hand grips his massive shoulder, as your left hand comes up and rests on his large bicep. Soon after, you decide to wrap both of your arms around his wide shoulders, attempting to close any remaining distance between you two and to get a better angle to devour his sweet lips. He turns his head again, licking just inside your lips, nibbling your bottom and top lip respectively.
You return his passion by nibbling his bottom lip, as you grab his face, pulling him close, your tongue filling his warm, hot mouth. He breathes into you and lightly moans. His hand that was on your back, goes to your robe and slips it off your shoulder, letting it fall to your ankles. He pulls down the bra strap with it. He briefly breaks the kiss so he can trail hot kisses down your neck to your bare shoulders. You reach behind you, unclasping your bra, letting your breasts free of their enclosure. Henry stares in amazement. Both of his hands grab your perfect mounds like a magnet. You can't take the torment anymore. You need to feel his body against yours. You desperately want your soft skin against his manly hairy chest. You grab his face with both hands, bringing it up to your lips, finally able to devour his hungry mouth the way you want. His hands still rubbing your breasts, he tweaks and squeezes one of your nipples and it makes you gasp. He suddenly breaks the kiss again, leaning his head down, and taking your left nipple into his mouth, expertly swirling his tongue around your hard nubs.
You throw your head back, your hands stroking his hair, "God, Henry, you feel so good..." You start gyrating your hips, grinding yourself into his growing member beneath your molten hot core.
Henry groans loudly, the sensation of your hotness rubbing against him is becoming too much to handle. He bites your nipple a little harder.
"Ughhh...God you feel amazing...your breasts are spectacular..." he moans, still in the throws of the feeling of you grinding on him.
He stops, and grabs your face in his hands, "Do you want me? Do you want me inside of you, baby?"
Your eyes are filled with pure lust. "More than anything I've ever wanted in my whole life. I want you inside me. No. I need you inside me." You grab the back of his head, your lips crashing into his, turning your head and opening his mouth with your own, sucking on his powerful tongue. He moans into your mouth, putting his strong hands squarely on your hips, squeezing them pulling them closer to his now engorged member.
You wrap your arms around his neck and shoulders, but you realize he's still almost completely fully dressed. You break free so you can whisper in his ear. "Why are you still wearing so many clothes??"
At that moment, he reaches down and picks you up by your ass, keeping your legs wrapped around him. You yelp in surprise, hanging onto his muscular shoulders so you don't fall. He swiftly turns around and places you down on the couch. You prop yourself up on your elbows, as Henry starts furiously ripping off all of his clothes. You lay down flat and start to remove your panties, but he stops you.
"Leave that to me...I want to discover you myself. I want to explore every inch of you. I don't want to miss a thing..." The storm of passion raging in his eyes both excites you and scares you at the same time.
Finally, Henry is almost completely naked, with the exception of his underwear. He stands there, staring at you, taking in your body with full blown lustful eyes, pondering what to do next.
He decides to kneel in front of you, glancing up at you thru hooded lids. He places his hands on your hips, leaning his face into your core. He bites your inner thighs, enough for you to gasp at the pinch of his teeth. He rubs his face and nose into your soaking panties. He licks you thru them, inhaling your heat. He starts to suck your clit thru the thin fabric, and you feel like you're going to explode. His eyes meet yours as his face comes up and he takes his one finger and pulls your panties to the side, dipping his mouth and rubbing his lips on your dripping folds, making sure to rub it on his stubble. He sticks out his tongue, teasing your slit, never breaking eye contact. When you feel like you can't take his teasing anymore, he hooks his fingers inside your underwear, dragging them over your hips, briefly closing his eyes as he breathes in your scent. You raise your butt to assist him in getting them off quicker. He knows what hes doing to you and hes taking his sweet time too.
You remember you still have your thigh high stockings and heels on from earlier, so you reach down and start to take them off.
Henry puts his hand over yours, stopping you again. "Leave them on. The shoes too. Leave it all on." You just lay there, doing as you're told, unable to move, not wanting to move for fear you might miss a moment.
He shoves his hands under your knees, placing your legs on his shoulders, your feet resting comfortably on his back. He quickly and forcefully pulls you to the edge of the couch. Henry now has full access to your core. He wastes no time, diving into your folds face first. His tongue immediately finds your clit, licking it slowly and deliberately and then faster and faster. Occasionally he turns his head to the side, sucking harder on it then before. He pushes back the hood of your clit with his lips and tongue, gently nibbling and sucking on the sensitive bud of nerve endings. His arms are holding you up, his hands occasionally caressing your thighs, dragging his fingernails lightly across them.
Your hands are in his hair, rubbing it and grabbing it furiously. You're moaning and trying to utter words but not making any sense. You're not sure how much more of this you can handle. And when you're sure you're going to burst, he roughly shoves 2 fingers inside of you, pumping them wildly in and out of your pussy, all while mercilessly lapping at your clit.
It's at that moment, you can feel your orgasm building to a massive crescendo. You push Henry's face into your pussy. You feel him smile against you because he knows just how wild he's making you.
"Oh godddd... uhhh...you're gonna make me cum," you barely gasp out the words.
Henry rubs his lips, his face, and his chin against your clit, smiling, before going back to sucking, all while expertly fingering your dripping core. He goes faster and faster. You attempt to cross your legs, as you're on the precipice of your massive release. Henry roughly throws your respective leg open with his free hand. He's starving for you and he wants you to know it.
"Uhhh....Henry, please..." you pull his face deeper into you. He then wraps his free arm completely around you and over your stomach, holding you down so you can't move. He just keeps sucking and sucking, his fingers now forcefully fucking you. He shakes his head from side to side, making a "Mmmmm" sound. That was it. That was what took you over the edge. You scream out, "UHHHHHHHH, FUCKKKKKKKK", not caring if anyone hears you. You're holding onto his head and his hair, then you throw your arms above your head, hanging onto the edge of the couch.
He still is steadily sucking on your clit, his fingers lightly going in and out, knowing that only prolongs your pleasure. Your legs are shaking, the room is hazy, you lay your head back breathing heavily, trying to come down from this plane of ecstasy.
Just as you are coming down from your incredible orgasm, Henry comes up for air. He grabs your face and kisses you deeply, wanting you to taste yourself in his mouth. He breaks the kiss as he gets up and grabs your legs, pulling them up onto the couch so you're laying flat. He takes his underwear off and kneels in between your legs on the couch. He enters you with no warning, as he lays his full weight on top of you. He looks deeply into your eyes, staying completely still inside of you for just a moment. He finds your hands and holds them both high above your head, pinning you down under him. You bring your knees up instinctively, wrapping them around his waist. You start to move your hips around, wanting to feel him deep inside of you. He switches to holding your wrists with one hand and holding them firmly, the other he reaches down and grabs your leg for leverage as he buries his face in your neck, pumping his engorged cock in and out of your dripping pussy.
"Oh Godddd....you're so tight...and so wet...fuckkk...you feel so fucking good." He breathes the words into your neck. He starts pounding you faster and faster, you feebly try to get your hands free but to no avail. He forcefully hoists one leg up higher than the other to give him a better angle. He still can't quite get as deep inside you as he wants so he is forced to let go of your wrists. Your hands wrap around his shoulders, all you can do is hang on. He brings his head up to look at you, kissing you deeply, savoring your taste and your smell. Henry places his arms up under your knees, hoisting them towards his shoulders, finally achieving the the desired angle. He starts fucking you at an agonizing pace, rolling his hips, pulling almost all the way out and then all the way back in, feeling every inch of you.
It's so intense, you feel like you might die.
Henry is so deep inside of you, you arch your back meeting him thrust for thrust.
"Oh God, Henry...I'm gonna cum!!" You grab his face in your hands, somehow managing to meet his now black eyes. "Tell me to cum for you. Please tell me to cum for you." You breathe the words into his mouth, begging him for your release. He stares intently at you, taking in the moment, still filling your core. In and out. In and out. In and out.
"Cum for me, baby...cum right now. Cum all over my dick." He kisses you deeply as you scream into his mouth, enjoying your 2nd release.
You don't know how he hasn't cum yet, but you want to return the favor. You're still kissing him, your tongues dancing in each other's mouths. You briefly pull away, looking him deeply in his eyes.
"I want you to finish in my mouth..." You search his expression for approval.
"Wha....what??" Henry stutters out, not knowing what to say, because he is more turned on than ever right now.
Still staring into his eyes, you briefly notice he had stopped all movement. "I want to taste myself on you. And I want to suck your cock until you cum in my mouth."
Henry just stares at you, his mouth slightly open. "Ohh kkk. Ok...."
You tell Henry to turn over, so he's on his back, and you're still connected. Once on top, you slowly pull him out of you, he groans loudly at the sensation, his eyes shutting tightly, it seems almost painful not to be inside you. Traveling down his body, you take his gorgeous cock, fully into your mouth, wasting no time deep throating it. Henry throws his head back and groans, arching his back at the sensation of suddenly feeling the back of your throat. He soon manages to prop his head up, holding your hair back so he can get a better view of what you're doing.
"Fuck, baby....Oh my God..." Henry is just watching you in awe. This just makes you want to suck him deeper, harder and faster. He starts to gyrate his hips, up into your mouth.
You briefly take him out of your mouth, not losing contact, stroking him as you give him the sexiest of smiles. "Yes, Henry...grab my hair and fuck my face." You lower your mouth on him again and he does just that. He has a fistful of hair and is pumping in and out of your hungry mouth. You grab his balls and massage them while happily choking on his dick.
You can feel him starting to shake and you know hes close to his own release. You briefly take your mouth off of him. "Are you close, baby?? Please tell me when. I don't want to miss a thing...."
Henry lets go of your hair and reaches his hands above his shoulders, grabbing the arm of the couch. "Uhhhh, I'm gonna cum, baby. Fuck....I'm cumming...."
You feel his dick move and vibrate in your mouth, you suck the end of it like a straw, as you feel his warm spray hit the back of your throat, all while stroking his massive cock with your hands.
"Ughhhhhhhhhh...." he groans out as you're sucking him. He grabs your hair again, you're relentlessly sucking every last bit of cum, still stroking his dick. "Uhhh theres no more, that's it baby...there's no more...." Henry mumbles thru his orgasm. But you're not finished with him yet. You keep sucking and stroking, as his hips rise up off the couch and he grunts loudly, coming down from his massive high.
He looks at you with sleepy eyes, "Jesus Christ...", he breathes out, caressing your face. You left some of his cum on your tongue so you could show it to him. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue so he can see it. His eyes roll into the back of his head at the sight of it and then look directly at you. You swallow and then smile devlishly at him. He brings your face up to his, kissing you, devouring your lips and tongue. You savor the kiss, passionately returning it. He lays back down, without saying a word, holding you tight, kissing your forehead, then laying his head back down. You lay your head on his chest, totally content, smiling to yourself as you think you hear Henry lightly snoring.