#afterhours cw noncon

[afterhoursfic]

Hello, I saw that your prompts are open and thought I might add some. How about using Yrden for non-con? Using it for bondage where Geralt doesn't want to leave any marks on his bard but wants for him to stay in place to fuck him raw.

I love axii but I think Yrden has some potential.

Ps: Don't think how combining those two could give Geralt total control over Jaskiers body and mind ;)

Warning: non con, mind control

Geralt likes a challenge. It was challenging enough having Jaskier travel with him, and then even more so not doing anything with him, he wondered if the bard knew how close he’d come to being pinned somewhere and Geralt forcing his cock down his throat.

The only issue was that Jaskier was helping his reputation, plus he knew Jaskier would be difficult and would likely end up littered in bruises and bites that all the townsfolk will notice and comment about, with enough attention Jaskier might just admit to everything. The thing is he wanted more than just a taste, he wanted Jaskier for himself which meant planning.

He could just use axii, true, but where was the fun in that? It was easy and simple and Jaskier would be half out of it which meant he wouldn’t genuinely get to see what he looked like, if he screamed or cried when Geralt finally got to fuck him.

He got his answer when he was hunting a noonwraith and watched her slow and get stuck in his yrden trap. In all honesty, he got distracted by it, watching the way she howled and struggled, and he couldn’t help but imagine it was Jaskier instead, begging to be let free as he lay there naked and sobbing, bound and unable to do anything, just without the rope marks, and Geralt couldn’t help but squeeze his cock for a minute just to the thought of it.

Unfortunately, he became a bit too distracted which meant the noonwraith managed to get a couple of good swipes at him before he managed to finish her off. A dose of swallow and he walked a roundabout way back to town to get his reward and then to their camp to allow it to heal a bit, but he didn’t bother cleaning it, he wanted Jaskier to see it and to fret and worry and get close until it was too late.

Truly Geralt would be better off waiting to do this when he was at full strength and they were truly away from civilization, but he doesn’t think he had the willpower to wait tonight, it was either yrden or Geralt was going to force Jaskier down and take what he wanted there and then.

Predictably, Jaskier rushed over to him when he came into view, worrying and chastising him as he helped remove his armor and clean and dress the wounds, not that they needed dressing, but he liked Jaskiers hands on him, it sent a silent thrill through him and he had to bite his tongue to stop himself from pulling Jaskier into a rough, biting kiss.

The rest of the night passed easily enough, they ate, Jaskier played, and Geralt slipped himself a decoction to strengthen his signs, and then without much preamble, he stood up and told Jaskier to strip. Sure, he could do it himself, but he will definitely rip and tear Jaskiers clothes apart and he didn’t want Jaskier to completely hate him after.

He’s sure he hears a string snap when Jaskier stops playing and turns to look at him as if he grew a second head “Excuse me?”

“I told you to strip, I’m not gonna say it a third time”

“And it’s a late spring evening, even if it wasn’t ball achingly cold I don’t see a dame here for me to plow-“

“Who said you’re going to be doing any fucking” That made Jaskier pause, even more so than he had before and he even put down his lute, for the first time since they’d met he smelled just the slightest hint of fear coming off of him “For the last time Jaskier, strip”

Maybe it was the way he was stood, or the hard edge to his voice, or maybe that Jaskier had finally caught sight of his eyes, dark as pitch, but Jaskier slowly moved trembling hands to undo the laces of his shirt.

He’d barely shrugged it off before Geralt got bored, grabbed onto the waistband of Jaskier’s pants, and ripped them off before shoving Jaskier back onto the floor, ignoring Jaskier's shouts as he forced him onto all fours and cast Yrden.

He stepped back to admire his work, watched Jaskier shiver, the only movement he was allowed as he watched Jaskier’s jaw and hands clench, unable to even scream for help, and Geralt could hardly hold back his groan and had started to unlace his pants as he watched a tear track down Jaskier’s cheek.

It was easy to force himself between Jaskier’s legs, to shove a spit slick finger into his hole as prep before he spit onto his hand to slick up his cock, could just hear Jaskier’s cries muffled behind his mouth as he pushed his cock in with a moan.

He was so godsdamn tight, almost too tight, as he slowly fucked his cock deeper into him, feeling Jaskier’s hole clench impossibly tighter around him and he hissed out a swear as he started to fuck him properly. Deep, hard thrusts that made him want to cuss every time he sank into that tight, hot heat that made him growl as he curled possessively across Jaskier’s back, snarling as he tried to fuck himself deeper into the other man.

The whole point of Yrden was so he didn’t have to hold Jaskier down, and yet he had to clench his hands into the dirt to stop them from grabbing at Jaskier’s hips, his ass, his neck, because he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from leaving purple bruises across his skin for all to see.

He didn’t even realize Yrden had started to fade, just felt Jaskier start to move a little more, his struggles get stronger as he tried to move his hips away from him, then towards him, anything to try and ease the discomfort of getting fucked into the dirt, but Geralt was too far gone to realize.

He lamented for a minute that he didn’t have Eskel’s skill with signs, nor that his brother was here either, he was willing to give his brother a turn at Jaskier’s hole for a decent Yrden, but he was too desperate to fuck deeper into his hole, could barely form axii as he growled into Jaskier’s ear to ride his cock.

There was a moment of hesitation where he heard Jaskier whimper, watched him bite his lip to keep back a sob as more tears tracked down his cheeks, but then Jaskier braced himself and rolled his hips, letting out a small experimental moan before he did it again and Geralt threw his head back, teeth bared and itching to bury into the skin of Jaskier’s neck as he began fucking into Jaskier with abandon.

He knew he was being too rough, could smell the blood in the air, and knew Jaskier would be limping for days after, especially when he was going to do it again tomorrow night, and the night after that as well, and as many nights as he wanted because now that he’d had a go of his ass once he had no intention of letting him go now. Even if it took him axiing the bard to stay, he was definitely going to make him present every night.

It was with that thought that he came with a shout, sinking his teeth into Jaskier’s neck for a second before he pulled back with a start, licking at the teeth marks already embedded in his neck as he rolled his hips to fill him up with every drop of come. When his pleasure started to ebb away he realized Jaskier was scrambling in the dirt, trying to find purchase to pry himself away, but he wasn’t done yet, was already beginning to fuck himself into Jaskier again, ignoring the obvious whimpers of pain coming from him as he pressed another Yrden into the ground, heard the bard choke on a cry when he once again froze in place.

It was easy to keep Jaskier in place, to fuck him over and over until he realized the low groans were coming from Jaskier, could feel his hole clench around his cock and the way his stomach filled out, full of come and no doubt cramping in pain, and yet Jaskier couldn’t even reach a hand down to soothe the ache, could just lay there as he was made to take every drop of come Geralt forced into him.

Maybe in the morning he’d take a couple of goes at his mouth to really fill out his stomach, watch him limp and waddle out on the path tomorrow as come leaked out of him from both ends, maybe even stick Yrden on the path and force Jaskier to stand there as he fucked him all over again for anyone to see. Maybe he’d even force axii on him so everyone could see how much Jaskier enjoyed being on his cock and label him the witchers whore for all to hear. He definitely wouldn’t be escaping anywhere after that, wouldn’t get anyone to offer him any aid when he had the witchers claim on his neck, stomach full of come and leaking down the back of his thighs.

Eventually, he wouldn’t even need the signs, wouldn’t even need to tell Jaskier to get on all fours, he would just stick his ass up whenever they stopped for the night to get fucked, could even sit Jaskier on his cock as they rode Roach, keep him stretched open all day so he didn’t have to bother to give him a finger of prep. Maybe tomorrow he wouldn’t bother with even that, just push Jaskier’s face into the dirt, tug his pants down past his ass, if he had the patience, before he shoved his cock in. After he’s already bruised Jaskier’s throat with it of course. 

He’s happy not to prepare Jaskier because all he wants is a hole to fuck, but that doesn’t mean he wants to chafe his dick in the process. Yes, from now on he’ll use Jaskier’s throat to slick up his cock, it’s not like he’ll be doing much singing anyway, he’s much better getting fucked on his cock instead.

[afterhoursfic]

I read my first oviposition fic last week and I was surprised at how much I liked it. Then I went down the rabbit hole and I think I have a new kink so. There's that. Would love to see you write a fic where Geralt tricks Jaskier into being raped by something with an ovipositor. Maybe after J has to incubate them for a bit & he's so stuffed & uncomfortable & G is just so turned on and can't stop mocking him. After Jaskier finally lays the eggs, Geralt can just slide right into his fuckhole

I hope you like it a bit longer because this is over 3k, so uh hope you enjoy :)

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When Geralt had told him that he got a contract for a rare and practically unheard-of monster, Jaskier immediately agreed to join him. He ignored all of Geralt’s protests that it was dangerous and that he might not even be able to best it but that did little to waver his excitement to see something new and powerful and will earn him a cozy winter in a noble’s palace when he writes a song for it.

Geralt is insistent though, and just gets grumpier and more bothersome the longer Jaskier says he plans on coming along, so he gives in, tells Geralt that he will stay back on the promise he gets the most detailed recounting of events and the witcher just snorts as he nods his head yes.

It’s enough for Geralt, who the next day simply gives him a warning not to leave the makeshift camp as he heads into the woods. Jaskier probably waits all of a minute before he’s following after Geralt, did he really think he would just sit around and miss this once in a lifetime monster? His witcher was a bit dimmer than he first thought, but oh well, it helped him out now anyway.

It’s almost too easy to follow Geralt’s trail deeper into the woods and he can’t help but scoff when tonight over dinner he’ll tell Geralt off for how obvious his tracks are, how a child off the road could follow his steps and get caught in a monster blood bath. Overall, not a good picture or outcome for said child or Geralt, the fact that it’s all hypothetical is irrelevant, it could happen so that was that.

Jaskier groaned when the solid forest floor turned damp and soggy and started to soak into his shoes, his feet sticking a little more into the ground with every step until he was hopping around trying to stick to firmer ground, he will definitely be telling Geralt off for not warning him about the swamp part.

He didn’t notice that Geralt’s tracks had stopped, or the movement that just skimmed the nearby water’s surface as he tried to figure out a way to get out of this swampy hell hole.

When something brushed against his leg he jumped, but when he looked and saw nothing, he penned it off as an errant bush, despite the fact there was none around. When it happened a second time, this time stroking up his thigh, Jaskier froze, but again saw nothing and was half tempted to call out for Geralt. He was just about to turn back and find a way around when something grabbed his ankle and pulled him up into the air.

Something caught his head before it smashed into the ground, but he was too busy screaming to notice as he felt more things touching him, skirting under his shirt and trouser legs that left him wrestling to break the monster’s hold as he screamed for it to stop, screamed out for Geralt, for anyone to help him.

His cries were answered by the monster stripping his clothes off and leaving them tattered on the forest floor before it forced his legs open wide, leaving him vulnerable and exposed as his wrists were held up so it could continue to stroke and suck at his skin. The tentacles, because that’s the only word he could use for them, suckled at the skin on his abdomen, causing the skin to bruise a deep red and purple already as they moved up to latch onto his nipples.

His attempts to try and break free were stopped by something slick and warm enveloping his cock, causing his back to arch into the monster's hold and the creature to hum in pleasure, a sound more terrifying than anything else as it shook the trees and echoed around the empty forest.

The most terrifying part was that his back was to the creature, he hadn’t even seen it yet, and yet he was being forced to spread his legs wide under its scrutiny. For half a moment he dared to dream that this was it, that some horny tentacle monster had grabbed him just to get him off for its food or something, before leaving him to try and run back to camp and not be the creature’s dinner as well.

Apparently, that thought was nothing but a dream as he felt something begin to tease at his hole and then something thin and long slipped inside and far too deep as it stroked inside him. He felt something squirt inside of him that was both hot and cold at the same time, that had him shifting in the creature's hold, to pull away or force the tentacle deeper he didn’t know and didn’t want to find out. Even when he clenched around it just so he could enjoy the way it filled him up, he swore he could feel it in his throat for the god’s sake, but that would stay with him to the grave.

He didn’t notice when the smaller tentacle slipped out, he just tried to enjoy the tight, wet heat around his cock to ignore how empty he felt, how he felt his hole twitching as if trying to clench around something that wasn’t there, yet.

He only realized he was whining when the creature pulled away from his cock, leaving just his legs and arms held firmly in place, how he couldn’t stop the small whimpers that escaped his throat as he realized how empty and desperate he was. So desperate he couldn’t even pretend to be disgusted when he looked down and saw his cock hard and leaking, could just tug at the arms holding him to try and spur the creature into action.

Thankfully, he was saved from outright begging the monster to fuck him as he felt something thick tease at his hole, pushing in a bit before pulling away, and rationally Jaskier knew he should be scared because he could swear it was the size of his wrist, never mind the fact that it was a monster fucking him. Yet even then he found himself letting out small whimpers and tried to move in the creature's hold and closer to its cock? Tentacle? Whatever it wanted to fuck him with, he was desperate for anything at that point.

He could have cried when slowly the tentacle, definitely a thick and impossibly long tentacle, slowly pushed into him, rattling his breath as it pushed deeper and deeper that he could feel it bulge his stomach. He wanted to touch it, to feel the heat of it through his skin and the way it pulsed, barely restrained from fucking straight into him, but his arms remained bound because he knew if he felt it, he would be gone, ruined for anyone, well anything, else and running through the woods trying to be a monster’s bitch wasn’t exactly a well-paying job.

For a long moment, nothing happened, and he was partly grateful because it allowed him to catch his breath, to clench around the creature's tentacle and truly feel it stuck deep inside of him when suddenly it moved, just a small thrust out, then in, that had all the air rush out of him, only to choke himself on the next breath when it sank back in again.

He couldn’t say how long it went on for, just that it was the most beautiful and agonizing torture, that he could come just like this if the monster moved a little faster, and he wasn’t afraid to beg for that now, eager instead to be a nice little toy for the monster as long as he could just come, and a couple of times after that for good measure.

When he felt a bulge at his hole, he assumed the monster was fucking deeper into him and he briefly thought of what it would be like for the tentacle to push all the way through him until it was choking him at the back of his throat, not mentioning how thick it would be in his ass. Now he really couldn’t hold back his shout as his cock twitched and spurted out come in front of him, unable to keep the dopey smile off his face as the monster fucked him through it, and he couldn’t even be upset when his cock stayed flushed and hard against his belly, if anything it just made him more desperate for the monster to just take so he could get off and be left weak, and messy, and dripping in come.

Only once the hazy bliss of his orgasm left him and he could focus on the tentacle still fucking him impossibly deep, he realized the weight he felt at his hole was now thick and heavy inside him, threatening to spill out of the monster’s tentacle, and gods Jaskier wanted to hold his stomach when it happened, but he felt the tentacle give a rough thrust and a growl from the monster behind him before the thing forced its way into him.

It was a solid weight inside of him that he could feel with every breath, hell he’s sure if the tentacle weren’t filling out his belly, the object would, and the feeling of it in him would get him off if his attention weren’t distracted by a second weight at his hole. He relaxed as much as he could to help the monster get it in him faster, clenching here and there when it seemed as if it got stuck to try and help it along, and he could swear he heard the monster purr every time he did. He was just trying to keep some control and not come on the spot.

He let out a groan when the second object slipped into him, pushing up against the first and it felt like when he would go to a banquet and gorge himself too much, a pleasant fullness, and yet there was always room for a bit more.

With a muttered swear he felt a third object, smaller than the first two, slip easily past his hole quickly followed by a fourth and a fifth and he held his breath as he felt them move through him before all three were fucked into him with one hard thrust, Jaskier letting out a broken moan at the feeling whilst his cock spurted his second orgasm over the forest floor.

He supposed he should be suspicious by the fact his cock was still hard and eager to get off for a third round, but he couldn’t find it in him to care as he panted and let the monster fuck a sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth egg into him. At least he was fairly sure they were eggs, and he would happily let the monster fuck all its spawn into him now and worry about the consequences later when he wasn’t so dizzy with arousal.

Now he was sore and his belly cramping, when he looked down it was stretched, swollen, and looked a little bruised too, as if he were a woman counting down till her water broke, and yet he was even bigger than that, just slightly, but a tenth egg teasing at his rim, the biggest yet would change that.

He felt the monster fuck and push, and struggle to get the egg past his rim and they both let out a noise when it did, Jaskier letting out small whimpers as he felt it stretch him open and make space for itself deep in his guts, but even then, the monster struggled to get it out, letting out another growl as it fucked a bit harder, more desperately into him until finally it caught and in one smooth thrust was forced deep into the nest of eggs already inside of him.

For a moment he had to stop himself from gagging purely because he felt too full, his stomach now starting to cramp in pain as it strained under the nest, and yet when he felt another egg rest just outside his hole, clearly the biggest yet given how it felt the size of his fist, he was already drooling over the idea of it settling deep into him.

The monster struggled with it for several long minutes, no matter how Jaskier relaxed or tried to grind back onto it seemed futile, and the monster was growing agitated too, just as desperate to get it in him.

So, when Jaskier tugged his right arm in its hold with a whine and a plead to “Lemme go, wanna help” the monster released his arm which immediately fell to his swollen belly, feeling how big and heavy it was and that if he pushed down hard enough he could feel the eggs filling him, and it took every effort not to come for a third time then and there.

It was easy to slip his hand back behind him and feel the egg stretching out the tentacle, how the monster was still giving small thrusts in the hope it could get it in and Jaskier couldn’t help but squeeze it, feel the size of it before it settled deep inside him, bigger than his fist apparently.

After he’d had his fun, mostly because it would be a lot more fun getting the egg inside him, he teased his fingers at his rim, still slick and messy from the first tentacle and even given the girth of the monster he managed to coax in one and then two and three fingers alongside it, the stretch just on the side of too much.

It didn’t matter though because it had done the job, hooking one finger in his hole just to stretch it out a little whilst the backs of his fingers teased the egg still edging around his hole, until with a couple of more rough thrusts the monster finally gets to fuck it into him.

It feels like an age before the egg is at the tip of the tentacle, having spent most of the time with a loose fist around his cock as he felt it edge closer and closer, his breath hitching as it did so until he stopped just as it came to rest at the tip. The waiting was torturous, like waiting to be announced the winner at a competition, and the monster seemed eager to wait it out now that it knew it could force the egg into him.

Jaskier was sure he must make a messy and desperate picture, half panting and drooling as he waited for it to slip into him properly and finish his brood, to feel the ache of them stretching him impossibly wide, and he’s sure once the monster is gone that he’ll strip his cock a few times before he’s done.

Eventually, the monster has wasted enough time and ever so slowly forces the egg to slip into his belly, drawing the feeling out so that when it finally did pop out and settled nicely but heavily with the rest of the nest, Jaskier didn’t need the hand on his cock as he shook through his third orgasm.

After that everything happened quickly, the monster fucked him quick and hard for a few seconds and he felt the eggs shift painfully with every thrust, but even so, it made his cock, finally going down, twitch in interest.

Then it squirted something inside him, filling in the gaps between the eggs as it let out a roar behind him. He should be scared, but carrying its brood as the tentacle slowly slipped out of him, still dripping liquid, he’d never felt safer.

He was carefully put down on his hands and knees, a good thing because he’s sure his knees would have buckled both from the mindless orgasms and the weight uncomfortably filling out his belly. He didn’t hear the monster slink away, he just knew that he was alone and sure enough when he looked, it was gone, nothing but his heavy breathing and his slowly increasing panic at the realization of what happened and that he had fucking monster eggs inside of him.

At least that was until the sound of heavy footfalls walking towards him, and he wanted to be scared, he was heavy with eggs and defenseless, hoping the monster would return to look after its brood, and yet it made no move to intercept whoever was there.

A quick glance showed that it was Geralt and he visibly relaxed, Geralt would know what to do, how to help, so what if he’d been late to the rescue, he was here now.

“Should have seen yourself Jaskier, never seen anyone that eager to get bred. How many did it get in you?”

Jaskier whimpered when Geralt crouched beside him, a firm hand going to his belly and easing the pain slightly so that he completely glossed over the fact that Geralt was there and watched him get attacked, hadn’t even raised a sword to help him. “Eleven”

"Beautiful, Jaskier, want to see your belly swollen with a brood all the time” Jaskier should be scared, especially as Geralt moves behind him, hands never leaving him and instead presses soothing circles along the small of his back, but the more worrying thing is that he wants to do what Geralt said, wanted to be ass up and get bred “Probably got about ten minutes left till the toxin in you wears out, so just stay there and look pretty while I have a go”

Jaskier groans when he feels Geralt’s fingers slide down and easily slip into his hole, still stretched and slick from the tentacle, and at the feeling of being fucked again his cock twitches in interest. The idea of a toxin is worrying but it can’t be that bad if Geralt’s going to fuck him through it.

Geralt gets two rounds out of him before Jaskier’s body starts to ache, and really ache, the hazy arousal that had stuck with him since the monster left was fading and he could feel himself whimper in pain not only at his stretched belly, at the idea of monsters hatching inside him, and Geralt brutally fucking into him and promising “Just a little longer, ‘m so close, almost finished" before filling him up with come for the third time that had tears edge his vision because his stomach is too full, feels as if it will quite literally burst, but then Geralt is there shushing him.

He doesn’t know whether Geralt thinks he's under some sort of drug and can't understand him, but Jaskier is becoming painfully aware with each passing minute, and cries whilst Geralt praises him for following him into the forest, right into the monster lair as he had planned and so eagerly offered to carry its brood. He shook and balled his fists to overcome the wrack of pain from his stomach when Geralt told him it would be hours before he could get the eggs out, and afterward, he’d feel so empty that he’ll be sobbing to get onto Geralt’s dick, and as Jaskier’s best friend he’ll happily oblige.

Jaskier doesn’t hear when Geralt talks about another lair half a kingdom away, a rare species that will probably keep him in its nest for days as it stuffs him full of eggs over and over and over. Jaskier just lets another wrack of pain shiver over his body and tries to ignore the way the eggs and Geralt’s cock shift inside him.

[afterhoursfic]

How about alphas knotting other alphas when they're in a rut? It'd be painful for the other alpha so they have to use copious amount of lube, maybe like, Geralt got an unexpected rut and he decided to knot Jaskier, who's also an alpha, but, the thing is, Jaskier's a prideful alpha so they kept trying to dominate each other

This is very nice, thank you anon!

It's not unheard of for alphas to rut with each other, at the end of the day a hole is a hole and they'll take what they can get, it does involve a lot of prep though which only the nicer alphas tend to care for.

I can see them camped out in the woods when Geralts rut hits and at first he tries to hold himself back but that itch to claim just gets stronger, has him snarling trying to hold back the urge to pin and fuck and claim.

And then Jaskier speaks, offering to get him some food and water, and Geralt accepts his help by pulling him closer and trying to force him to the ground.

Jaskier fights back of course, he may not look it but he is an alpha, one who constantly shouts and fight to prove, so he wasn't just going to let Geralt push him down without a fight.

It doesn't really matter though because Geralt is so much stronger, has one arm pinned behind the back of Jaskiers neck whilst his legs hold Jaskiers splayed wide.

Jaskier does manage to get away once, by headbutting Geralt and wriggling out of his hold, it doesn't do a lot because he's not even on his feet when Geralts pulling him down, telling him to be a good bitch or he'll claim him.

It's not actually possible, but the mark will still be there for weeks and Jaskier really didn't need everyone assuming he was a claimed omegaotherwise he'll go weeks without fucking anyone.

Geralt does use lube thankfully, it's not nearly enough, nor are the two fingers he stretches him on before Geralts cock is against his hole. It seems to have clsared Geralts head a little and he apologises as he starts to push in, saying just one knot, just one to take the edge off and then he'll go, but Jaskiers heard that lie a hundred times. Alphas won't leave a slick, warm hole unless they're forced from it, especially given how they're out in the wild, no Geralt will be knotting him for hours and all he can do is take it.

He shouts when Geralt sinks his cock all the way, not even given time to adjust as the witcher starts fucking him. At least Geralt is somewhat considerate, aiming his thrusts to hit his prostate and using a hand to stroke his cock, but goven the size of the knot he can feel teasing his hole with every thrust he knows he'll need it.

When Geralt finally forces the knot in, Jaskier screams as he comes, and he's mortified because Geralt will just think he likes being knotted now, and Geralt growls as he grinds his hips harder into him, happy to have a bitch to breed as teeth tease the skin at his neck but manages to hold off.

Eventually Geralt comes from small sharp thrusts into him and even as he lays on top of Jaskier and licking at his neck he still grinds his cock in. Jaskier takes fhe break whilst he can get it, although even as he thinks that Geralts knot slips out and he begins lazily fucking him all over again.

He can't help but move, trying to help the ache of his hole but Geralt just snarls against him and picks up his pace again, intent on fucking him until he becomes and eager hole to be bred.

Jaskier can just lay there and hope witcher ruts don't last a week like his does.

[afterhoursfic]

So what about Geralt bringing Jaskier up to Kaer Morhen, and maybe when Eskel first sees them he goes to kiss Jaskier because last winter Geralt had promised they could share his bed partner, but Jaskier shoves him away and politely turns him down, saying how he's flattered but he's just with Geralt and they hardly know each other. He misses the look between Eskel and Geralt when he goes to head inside.

Probably a few nights later when Jaskiers settled, feels safe and comfortable in the keep that he lets Geralt pin him to the bed, head down and ass raised high whilst Geralt fingers him open. He whines and moans wspexially when Geralt pushes a fourth finger in, he doesn't need the extra foreplay, he can take Geralt on two fingers and even prefers the extra edge of pain, but he can't deny he's enjoying it, he's just growing impatient.

It's then Geralt pulls his fingers out and leaves the bed after pressing a kiss to his head, saying he just need to get more oil, Jaskier doeasnt pay any mind, just relaxes and wiggles his ass a bit when he feels his weight settle behind him.

He only realises something is wrong when a cock is being pushed into his hole which is decidedly not Geralt and feels impossinly bigger as ut just keeps pushing into him and has him leave his mouth open in a silent scream.

From the groan that's let out behind him he has an idea who it is, but a quick look of over his shoulder prooves him right as he sees Eskels eyes shut tight and mouth open in bliss. It's then Eskel pulls out and quickly shoves back in again, and has him whining in pain as the witcher starts fucking into him abandon.

Jaskier can feel tears prick at his eyes but an attempt to stop is stopped by Eskels strong hands at his waist, pulling him back onto his cock as if he's nothing but a toy to be used and he can't help but search for Geralt to try and help him.

Instead Geralt is stood just to the side, a fire in his eyes as he furiously jerks off, and noticing Jaskiers eyes on him get closer to tug a habd into his hair, pulling his face back so Geralt can wipe the wet tip of his cock across Jaskiers lips, telling him how good he is agreeing to look after his brother, how pretty he looks writhing on Eskels cock and that he's being so perfect for them that Eskel will probably keep him on his cock for the next week.

Jaskiers protest to stop is interrupted by Geralt coming across his face and into his mouth, forcing him to swallow the come or choke on it whilst Geralt continues telling him how good he is, and all Jaskier can do is resign himself to it as he feels Eskel shudder behind him, jerking his hips a couple of times before he feels hot ropes of come filling him burning him almost and the other witcher all but collapses onto his back, making him feel even more pinned and trapped as he hears the two witchers talk above him, and its when he hears them mention about both fucking his ass at the same time that stops listening and the tears finally fall.

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Geralt gets tired of Jaskier sticking his dick where it shouldn’t and relying on Geralt to save him when the inevitable consequences of it arise so after scruffing the bard like some wayward tomcat, he axiis him into only wanting to get fucked by Geralt. It keeps him out of trouble and Geralt out of the overpriced brothels and into a willing hole that only gets off with Geralt’s cock splitting him in half

Warning: non con, mind control, dub con

Once again I got carried away but I hope you enjoy it, I had fun writing it :D

I’m gonna try and get another prompt out tonight but n promises

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He supposed at this point he shouldn’t be surprised at seeing Jaskier practically running into the inn, Doublet half fastened and chemise hanging half out of his pants, skin flushed and a far too pleased grin on his face.

The bard doesn’t even have to say a word as he quickly spots where he’s sat in some dark corner and plants himself on the bench next to him and grabbing his half-empty tankard, acting as if he’d been here the whole time. It didn’t take a genius to figure out Jaskier stank of sex and sweat, hell he could still see the slick of whatever woman he took to beds cunt still on his lips before drinking from his beer, and sure enough, a bunch of young farmhands came crashing through the inn door and immediately made their way towards them.

The insults were pretty fast to fly, Jaskier brushing each one off to try and feign his innocence whilst the group of men were getting ready to haul the bard somewhere outside, likely beat him within an inch of his life and leave him in a ditch for taking their sister’s maidenhood. At least that’s what he thought the general conversation was about.

Personally, he was sick of it at this point, every city, town or hovel they went to, Jaskier always managed to get them in some sort of trouble, usually under the skirts of some daughter or wife, sometimes both, and he was sick of the way the bard practically flaunted it, getting caught, and often getting them both kicked out of their already paid for beds that night.

The worst part was the way Jaskier always found a way to involve him, most often he had to step between said pursuers from actually beating up the bard, no matter how tempting the thought, but if there was one thing he hated the most, it would be getting involved in the affairs of men, especially in the relation of relationships so quickly broken.

That was the main excuse he told himself, and his ire towards the whole ordeal definitely wasn’t because of Jaskier’s dalliances in closets, alcoves, and sometimes stables, about how easy the bard found company no matter where they went and yet he had to content himself with the hesitant touches and barely concealed disgust from overpaid whores.

Frankly, it had been far too long since he’d had even semi-decent company and his skin itched, for something, for some sort of relief and after eyeing Jaskier beside him for a moment, the bard still arguing that he was here the whole time and not in their sister’s bed, a solution to not only his problem, but the ones Jaskier caused as well suddenly struck him, and he only berated himself for a moment for taking so long before he finally intervened.

All it took was for him to stand up from the bench so he could now tower over the farmhands, a sharp edge to his eyes and a hand on the hilt of his steel sword before the men are fumbling over each other to get away from him first, all whilst Jaskier laughed beside him and whooped when the last of them finally left the tavern.

The bard’s joy was short-lived, in fact, he’d only just started telling him off for waiting so long to intervene, but he wasn’t listening, instead, he just grabbed at Jaskier’s collar and hauled him up from the bench and then to follow him out of the inn and down the street at the tavern.

The whole walk back Jaskier was shouting at the treatment and tried to pull away, but he held firm even as one hand hit him in the face (which the bard had called an accident, naturally). So when he felt the fabric tear a little under his hand instead he grabbed at Jaskier’s hair and pulled it tight so that Jaskier was forced to look up at the sky whilst he walked them to their beds, the bard now completely reliant on him if he wanted to avoid crashing into things or slipping into the mud.

There was something heady about having Jaskier so easily under his control and that feeling followed him into their rooms where he promptly shoved Jaskier forward whilst he turned to lock the doors.

He ignored Jaskier’s protests at the treatment, and later his apologies for getting caught, again, when finally he had enough and put his plan to work, his hand making the sign before he even consciously realized he was doing it until the bard went lax in front of him as he fell silent and awaited instruction.

“From now on, you can only come on my cock” Something easy but would no doubt make Jaskier’s time with others less enjoyable. Whilst he craved to bend Jaskier over the bed and to fuck him into the mattress and really test how strong the bed frame is, a bigger part of him want Jaskier to come crawling back to him, pleading and desperate to get on his cock, but that didn’t mean he shouldn’t get anything now “Right now you’re gonna suck my cock and come when I do”

What followed was perhaps the best blowjob he’d ever gotten in his century of living, he didn’t know if Jaskier had any experience with men, but given how sloppy and wet it was coupled with the occasional grazing of teeth and the way Jaskier would gag when he forced himself too far down, suggested he wasn’t, but it was perfect all the same.

He came embarrassingly fast, shoving his cock to the back of Jaskier’s throat and enjoying the way the bard moaned and convulsed around it as he came, squirming as if to get away only he didn’t, and he watched his come spill out past his cock and Jaskier’s lips and down to his chin.

When he pulled away he didn’t even have to say or do anything before Jaskier was trying to lick and get every last bit of come into his mouth, an overly pleased look on his face, and sure enough, when he looked down he saw the growing wet stain at the front of Jaskier’s pants. He scooped up the last remnants of his come on Jaskier’s face with his thumb before pushing it past the bard’s lips, unable to help his moan when he felt Jaskier suck at the digit of his own will before pulling out as he felt his dick twitch again.

He quickly sent Jaskier to bed, not even allowing him the decency to clean up the mess in his pants, there was supposed to be some punishment in this after all, given the amount of time Jaskier had come to him expecting protection from whatever new stupid mistake he had made.

After that, he makes it his mission to direct them to every settlement he can to watch as Jaskier outrageously flirts with a number of women until finally he’s lead away to some corner and he makes sure to follow so he can at least keep an ear out.

He knows the bard is good In bed, had heard him through walls for years now and now’s no different, he still eagerly gets his partner off, he hadn’t stopped Jaskier from being able to get hard and as he hears the man fucking into his lover of the hour, he can’t help but think he needs to change that as he hears the girls come over and over and yet Jaskier get no relief.

Every time he could smell the sweat pouring off of Jaskier’s body as he kept fucking over and over, desperate for his relief and yet finding nothing until finally, the woman pushes him off, too overstimulated to carry on as she rights herself and leaves him there with his dick still hanging out, flushed red and dripping in pre, but no closer to release.

It’s then that he’ll listen to Jaskier try and jerk himself off, stripping his hand over his dick so fast he’s surprised his cock isn’t chaffed from how desperate and eager he is for something, but still there’s nothing.

When he hears Jaskier all but growl and huff and lament whatever curse had struck his dick he’ll go back to their table where a minute later Jaskier would again join, arousal pouring off of him mixed with frustration and pure need, the thick line of his cock very obvious in his pants as he refuses to sit still in his seat whilst they finish their drinks and finally head to bed together.

It carries on for a couple of weeks with Jaskier only getting more and more frustrated as instead of taking women to bed as a mutual pleasure, instead, he can feel it become entirely selfish, the bard looking for a way, any way to get himself off, with his partner’s pleasure not even being an afterthought to him until he’s finally stopped and sent on his way.

He can tell the bard is close to his breaking point so he ventures them further from civilization and deeper into the woodland. If Jaskier notices he doesn’t say anything but most of the night he’s aware of the sound of slick skin and huffed grunts as Jaskier jerks himself off in the bedroll next to him and still gets no closer to his relief.

He’s the one to break first, tired of hearing Jaskier seek pleasure in the same way over and over with little result and instead deciding to offer a new solution, the last couple of weeks had been just as much as a torture to him with the constant scent of arousal, need and desperation clinging to Jaskier he’d been hard-pressed not to shove him onto the nearest surface and fuck straight into him to give them both some relief.

It happens one night when once again they’re both awake later than they should be, with the slick sound of skin slapping together as he listens to Jaskier futilely try to get himself off. He’s surprised Jaskier had lasted this long and hadn’t come to him sooner desperate for some solution, even if it meant going to a sorceress or one particular sorceress at that.

But finally, tired of hearing and smelling and seeing, he’s desperate to touch so obviously turns to face Jaskier and speaks into the otherwise quiet night.

“Need a hand bard?”

Everything stops then and he watches Jaskier freeze in front of him, clearly not expecting to have been caught, until finally he just lets out a whine and despite not being able to see him in the dark, turns his head to face him anyway “It’s no use, my dick’s broken, clearly the Gods have seen to punish me-“

“You just need to be fucked”

There’s a tense moment of silence where he can’t help the smirk on his face before he hears Jaskier sputtering in between protests, clearly outraged at the idea “Geralt, my dearest friend, sex isn’t the problem it’s…getting to the end that is” All he did was snort but he felt a hand slap somewhere at his chest “I’ve been denied the sweet taste of release for weeks now, so forgive me if I’m not myself because I’m sure some old hag has it out for me and has decidedly ruined my life in the worst possible way”

“Stop being dramatic, I told you you just need a cock in your arse, or specifically my cock”

He heard Jaskier scoff and had already started to form the sign when Jaskier began to speak again “Geralt, I don’t think-“

“Well I think you’re desperate to sit on my cock in the next few seconds”

Sure enough, he’d barely drawn away the signs power when he felt Jaskier straddle him and his hands pawing at his clothed dick, already hard from having watched Jaskier try to jerk himself off for half the night, whilst his own hands came to rest on the bard’s hips, a smile already teasing his lips as he watched Jaskier roll his hips, desperate for friction as he let out small desperate moans.

“Please Geralt, please let me sit on your cock” He just gave a questioning hum and a quirk to his eyebrow as an answer and rolled his hips up to meet the bard’s, earning a groan from the other man before he continued with his pleading “I need it, need you to fuck me open so I feel it for weeks”

He lets Jaskier carry on like this for another minute or so, and without guidance watches him move down his body until his head is by his clothed dick, trying to suck at the head of his cock through the leather whilst he tried to get a hand on it to stroke him, all the while babbling at how he needed to feel his cock, to have it fuck him so well, so full and deep he practically chokes on it, and that’s all he needs to give Jaskier the go-ahead to pull him out of his pants.

Jaskier almost tears the leather trying to pull out his achingly hard cock, but at the first reveal of skin Jaskier is already licking and sucking at it as if it’s the sweetest tasting nectar and moaning at the taste, even whilst he still struggles to pull him out.

Eventually, they get there and his cock is standing proud, hard and thick and leaking precome, not even having to prompt the bard before he’s lapping at the length of it, rubbing his face across the skin so precome spills across his hair and face before Jaskier is all too eagerly shoving it as far down his throat as he can, moaning at the taste and still sucking his cock even deeper even as he begins to gag once it reaches the back of his throat.

As good as it is to have the bard’s mouth on him he’s all too desperate to feel the tight clutch of Jaskier’s ass instead and given that he’s dangerously close to coming just with a few swipes of his tongue and the feel of warm, wet heat around his dick.

He’s quick to pull Jaskier off and rolling them so that Jaskier is on his back, legs splayed open and wide as he fills the space between, thrusting his hips a little so that his cock rubs against Jaskier’s ass and gods is he tempted to just push in then, to hear the bard cry out and feel his hole squeeze around him as if coaxing him to come into the tight clutch of his hole and milk his cock dry, but that would be for another night, he wasn’t that much of a monster.

Even so, he only had the patience to slick two of his fingers with spit, quickly pushing in one and then the other whilst Jaskier writhed into him, letting out small grunts and moans at the mix of pleasure and pain until he curled his fingers to hit Jaskier’s prostate, watching as his dick twitched and his back bow under the feeling.

His cock was still wet with precome and spit so after pulling his fingers out quickly lined his cock up, ignoring whatever nonsense was falling from Jaskier’s mouth as he began to push in. He hissed purely at how tight Jaskier’s hole was and all it had taken was his cock head to push past his rim when suddenly Jaskier was shuddering under him with a cry and he watched thick ropes of come covering the bard’s chest, even reach as far as his cheek as he came at just the first hint of his cock and he had to use all his strength not to push him and feel the clench of Jaskier’s ass milk him to completion as well.

Jaskier’s orgasm seemed to stretch on over minutes, clearly, weeks being desperate and on the edge had their toll and he couldn’t help but reach a hand forward to rub the come into the other man’s skin and his chest hair, all whilst Jaskier fell lax under him, a dopey and content look on his face whilst looking at him as if he was the best thing to exist.

“Seems I should listen to you more Geralt, it appears you’ve cured me of my affliction”

“Shut up bard” He went to push in again, but he’d barely gotten another inch in when he heard Jaskier hiss and hands shoving at him in an effort to push him away but he was unmoveable and heard Jaskier laugh nervously for a moment.

“Thank you for your help Geralt but it appears I don’t need you anymore-“

“Don’t you want to make sure you’re truly cured?” he could see Jaskier think about it for a moment and he was ready to use axii again, but the bard just shrugged and instead moved his legs to wrap around his waist and his arms around his shoulders, pulling them closer.

“Wouldn’t hurt to make sure, just go slow, I’m a little ah ah”

He’d stopped listening to Jaskier and as soon as he was given the go-ahead and soon shoved the rest of his cock into Jaskier, feeling the vice-like grip of it around him and he had to stop otherwise he would finish all too soon and he wanted to make good on the bard’s words to make sure he felt the feeling of his cock in his ass for weeks.

As soon as he had himself under control he quickly began fucking into Jaskier, listening to his pained grunts and short cries as all he could focus on was the tight heat around his dick, barely noting that Jaskier was hard again even as he grunted in pain, and was almost animalistic as he drove into Jaskier’s hole, growling above the prone body under him as he got closer and closer to his release.

He’d batted away Jaskier’s hand when it reached for his now drooling cock laying against his abdomen, it wouldn’t help anyway, the bard’s release purely reliant on his cock driving into him and he only angles Jaskier’s hips slightly so he can push in that much deeper, but it’s enough to have Jaskier choking on his tongue with another orgasm, and this time he can’t stop himself from coming again after a handful more thrusts, shoving in as deep as he can and throwing his head back with a mix of a snarl and a groan as Jaskier’s hole milks him of every drop of come he has.

He doesn’t stop there, he’s still hard when he’s finished coming and is quick to start thrusting again, ignoring the weak protest under him, but he just raises his hand and performs axii, feeling the body under him loosed under the signs thrall.

“From now on you can only get hard thinking about my cock” Jaskier just moaned in response and whined when after two orgasms his dick was getting hard, it was hard to avoid thinking about his cock when it was fucking into him after all.

He manages to fuck Jaskier through another orgasm, at which he passes out, but he doesn’t stop fucking him, still eager for his own release and fuck he’s never felt anything better than the tight clutch of the other man’s ass around him and he spends most of the night fucking into him, coming over and over again until Jaskier’s belly is slightly swollen from it. Even unconscious Jaskier manages to come for a fourth time and it’s only when the sky begins to lighten that he finally pulls out and watches his come leak out of Jaskier’s puffy and red-rimmed hole, already making a mess under him as it leaks out to spill down his thighs and into the bedroll.

They don’t speak about it the next day, Jaskier is all too happy to act as if it didn’t happen and that his dick is magically cured of its curse, even as he limps beside him, letting out a hiss now and then and tries to rub at his lower back, his ass, anything to help, but given by the bard's mutterings nothing works.

He’s quietly smug when he can scent the smell of arousal from Jaskier their entire journey to the nearest town, and sure enough, when he looks he can see the bard’s dick is hard in his pants, likely thinking of the past night but he’s sure it will only be a matter of days before Jaskier comes back to him, desperate again.

Of course he’s right, it takes two days where Jaskier successfully wooed nearly every woman into taking him to their bed or cupboard but when it came down to it would hear them shout and huff at his impotence as they shoved him away and told him to leave.

He’s nursing a tankard of shit ale when he feels Jaskier sidle up next to him, can smell the shame and arousal clinging to him as the bard leans closer to whisper at him.

“Geralt, dearest friend of mine, do you think we could- the other night-“

“Spit it out Jaskier”

“Can you fuck me again? It appears my curse hasn’t lifted just yet and-” He doesn’t wait to hear whatever else Jaskier has to say, just stands up and makes a move towards their rooms, Jaskier quickly trailing after him and he can smell the other man’s lust only get stronger as they get closer to their rooms with a door finally locked behind them.

He turned around and with little preamble began shredding his layers of armor whilst Jaskier eagerly discarded his own clothing and when the bard was finally naked couldn’t help but smirk as he moved closer to him, his hands resting on the man’s ass, giving them a firm squeeze as he trailed a finger just to tease at Jaskier’s rim before he spoke.

“I did tell you only my cock can make you come” He feels Jaskier shudder under him and then a tentative hand around his dick, slowly stroking him to hardness as he pushes them both back until the back of Jaskier’s knees hit the bed and he falls back, him quickly following after.

“Maybe we should go see some-“

His hand is already outstretched and soon Jaskier’s eyes are glossy under the sign’s control “You’re desperate for my cock, begging for it all the time until I finally fill you”

The effect is instantaneous, pleas start falling from the bard's lips as Jaskier tries to move his hips down and angle them so he can wrap a hand around his dick and guide it to his already slick, barely listening when he hears Jaskier tell him how he opened himself up earlier desperate for something to fill him until he realized only Geralt’s cock could do that for him.

He can’t help but groan and shove forward with a deep thrust, instantly setting a harsh pace that has the headboard to their bed crashing against the wall and Jaskier wailing on his cock, no doubt letting everyone know downstairs just how good and thoroughly he was being fucked, and he couldn’t help but thrust faster, letting out small grunts as he tried to fuck into him faster and faster.

All he can hear is the sound of their skin slapping together and Jaskier’s shouts for more, to be filled with his come and he’s quick to fall over the edge into his first orgasm, only slowing down a little to milk every clench of Jaskier’s hole before he’s fucking with fervor again and soon coaxing himself and Jaskier into orgasm together, and much like their first time he just keeps going, forcing Jaskier’s legs up so that they’re over his shoulder and folding the man in half as he redoubles his efforts and quickly has them hurtling both into another orgasm.

At some point when Jaskier appears no longer lucid and is just whining with the occasional plea, managing to come again even if at this point it’s mostly dry, but still, he doesn’t stop and doesn’t listen to the banging on the walls and at the door telling them that they need to leave, instead he just drives faster into Jaskier, feeling sweat on his brow as he once again empties himself into Jaskier’s hole, now puffy and loose even as it still tries to clench around him and keep him and his come inside just a bit longer.

Eventually, he collapses beside Jaskier, exhausted in a way he hadn’t been in decades and even as tired as Jaskier must feel, he can’t help but laugh when he feels a hand wrap around his softened cock and move to stroke it before he batted it away and told Jaskier to go to bed.

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Sure enough, after that Jaskier is insatiable and luckily he has the stamina to match. In the beginning, he’d make Jaskier walk beside him on Roach, but as the cloying smell of Jaskier’s arousal only got deeper the longer they walked, and the hands on his thighs whilst Jaskier begged them to stop only for a moment so he could get fucked, meant he soon had Jaskier riding on Roach in front of him.

It was all too easy to push the back of Jaskier’s pants down to expose his ass but keep his dick enclosed, and even easier to slide his cock into the bard’s hole, now always slick and loosened with how often they fuck, and that’s how they spend the day.

The contact isn’t enough to get him off, but just having his cock in his hole is all Jaskier needs to come with a shout and have him staining his pants. Sometimes he’d coax Roach into a trot just to make Jaskier bounce a little in his lap and have him add to the growing stain as he then slows them down again and takes far too much delight when he sees Jaskier hang his head in shame as other travelers pass by and see the stain on his front, making it all too obvious what they’re doing.

It’s usually after such an occasion that he’ll pull them aside, just within the treeline and fuck Jaskier into the dirt or against a tree, a hand over his mouth to muffle his shouts until finally, he comes.

Despite all that Jaskier still isn’t satisfied and playing his lute in the evenings, for the most part, had turned into hanging off his cock, whether that was when they were deep in the woodland or at a tavern.

Taverns either meant Jaskier was very obviously under the table sucking his cock, or just warming it, even that had been enough to get him off a couple of times. On the rare occasion when they were in a town sleazy enough, he would pull Jaskier onto his lap and with one arm around the bard’s waist would fuck him right there for all to see. Some did but were too scared to approach, but for the most part, they remained unnoticed and the more it happened the bolder he became as all Jaskier did was beg more and more for his cock, until he was the reason they were getting kicked out of towns.

Not that he cared, he no longer needed the disappointed touches from whores and the like, not when he had his very own, enthusiastic, and begging all hours of the day and night to be filled with his cock.

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I just read what you wrote about Geralt and Eskel sharing Jaskier. Now it's living in my head. I'm here to share my thoughts hoping to get some sleep afterwards🙈 What if they continue in a similar way for some time. Geralt and Eskel are okay with it, but Jask is constantly crying when they share him. During the day he might be withdrawn, quieter than usual und sometimes flinching when Geralt or Eskel touch him. (1/2)

Therefore they decide to spent one night focusing solely on Jask and his pleasure. Like letting him cum so often that he can hardly think a coherent thought before they fuck him properly. Maybe even letting him cum dry so that he can experience that as well? - 🐭 (2/2)

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Honestly Eskel's so thrilled he has someone to fuck, that first week is mostly just him bending Jaskier over to fuck and make up for all the missed time he hasn't been fucking someone. And Geralt's just as bad, he too is getting off on just how much Eskel is enjoying it all, how he leaves Jaskier a writhing, screaming mess and when Eskels done Geralt cant hell but line up his own cock, fucking into his sloppy, open hole a few times before he just adds to the mess and presses a gentle kiss to the back of Jaskiers neck as a thank you.

Its when they've both calmed down a bit that they notice how reclused Jaskier becomes. He'll try and avoid them during the day, stare at his food and hardly eat it and he doesn't play his lute anymore which tells Geralt somethings wrong, nevermind the way Jaskier practically flinches away whenever someone comes up behind him, even if its Lambert or Vesemir.

Whilst I love the Geralt/Eskel worshipping him but I also feel like they'd be really manipulative about it. Like look how good we are fingering you open for hours until you're moaning in a puddle of your own come, look how good Eskel is eating you out and making sure you're wet enough to take his cock and doesn't it feel so good to be slowly fucked by him, just small rocks into you, his cock brushin Jaskiers prostate until he comes for the umpteenth time, dry and tears on his eyes.

Basically just constant worship from the two of them, trying to condition him to being pleasured so that he'll stay with Geralt, come back to the keep next year and will show off his hole, begging so sweetly when he wants to get fucked.

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Okay I'm back on my Geralt/Eskel bs.

But what about after the second set of trials Geralt has the mindset that he has to/is the best, and he is, at everything but signs and it pisses him off everytime he watches Eskel launch someone from one side to the other.

So maybe one night Geralt ties Eskel to the bed whilst he's asleep and fucks him for the whole keep to hear, to know that Eskel is just his bitch because noone can best him. Of course Eskel wakes and tries to break out but can't, has to lay there glaring daggers at Geralt as his dick gets hard and leaks over his stomach as Geralt fucks him hard and brutal until they've both come, Eskel reluctantly though.

Geralt frees one of Eskels arms before going to bed, half expecting to be hit with Aard or igni on the short walk but he's left alone and he thinks thats it, that Eskel learned his place, that every other witcher knows that Geralt has made Eskel his bitch, that he truly is the best.

That lasts until morning, he catches a brief glimpse of Eskel across the hall and only has a second to recognize the smug glance and a flick of the other witchers wrist before he finds himself enthralled. Eskel used axii. He walks himself to Eskel and fall to his knees as the other witcher unlaces his breeches and he doesn't hesitate before he's sucking it down with too much vigour. He chokes and drools and nearly throws up a couple of times, the hall silent but for the sound of him moaning like a whore around Eskels cock as he gags and sucks before he pulls off with a wet pop only to feel rope after rope of come hit him across the face. Eskel leaves him there whilst he heads to training, purposely making him late before relasing the signs hold to make sure he gets a bollocking by the instructor, a new plan already in his mind.

They carry on like that for a couple of decades, constantly trying to one up each other in more and more creative ways, until a few more decades on the path and the massacre of Kaer Morhen sober them up a little and they become a bit more like pack.

That doesn't mean that some nights Eskel doesnt wake up tied up and being fucked into like his life depended on it by Geralt, or pinned to the courtyard, his pants shoved down unceremoniously before being fucked for the whole mountain to hear. Similarly some mornings Lambert walks into the hall to see Geralt riding Eskels cock like he's desperate for it, a white haze around him showing axiis hold, and promptly walks back out as he hears Geralt beg for harder and deeper, or some days Eskel will aard Geralt into the nearest wall, the shock dazing Geralt for a moment and leaving enough time for Eskel to grab him by the hair and force his cock in his mouth.

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I've been thinking about a certain scenario but with 2 groups. Either Geralt, Jaskier, Yennefer and Ciri or Geralt, Jaskier, Lambert and Eskel. Basically, they're captured and through a mix of potions or just wearing them down, their captures make them essentially have a foursome- almost willingly. It's purely entertainment for those in power but for the gang, it becomes a desperate need. Please give me your thoughts on this 😊

This is such a good idea!!

The first group is so good cause there's already so many feelings between them and a lot of love/affection and I imagine with them they would definitely have to be worn down because Yen wouldn't take anything funky. And there would be so many conflicting feeling, they try to fight it but Ciri is still honing her skill, Jaskier is only human and Geralt can only struggle against the magic for a bit before he succumbs. Once they're under it's far too easy to do the persons bidding, Yennefer fights it for a bit but she hears a moan and turns to see Geralt and Jaskier dp ing Ciri and her control breaks and suddenly Geralts tearing off her dress as Jaskier eats her out and theres just a need between them to touch, of affection everything and there are a couple of soft moments during the fourway, like when Yen slowly rides Geralt a hand in his hair and a smirk on her face as their pleasure builds, of Geralt bodily covering Ciri as he rolls his hips into her in an effort to keep her from their spectators view and when Yen gently strokes a hand through Jaskiers hair as he eats her out for what feels like hours, the soft moments dont last long as with another burst of magic their back to their frantic, desperate need an md go on long into the night until their captor gets bored.

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With the second group I definitely think they unknowingly bought some herb from a herbalist to put in their potions to effect the witchers and what do you know Eskel and Lambert happen to run into them at the same time.

Jaskier just thinks he's having the time of his life, he's not effected yet and the other witchers are hot, but they clearly know Geralt given their medallions, a swig of water later and oh no Jaskier is also under.

Theres obviously the live and trust between the witchers but the other two only know Jaskier through stories and probably a more animalistic edge when they fuck him, snarling and drooling over Jaskier back while Geralt strokes a hand through his hair and that night Jaskier truly learns how much stamina witchers have as he gets fucked on some lords floor to the point he can barely move without wincing but it just means he can't get away from the witchers when they want another go at his hole

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The eprocto anon here: it was so good holy shit 😳 Geralt so gentle and still smug... maybe Lambert tries to have revenge and dose Geralt eith some slow acting laxatives so he won’t get in trouble with Vesemir, only for it to backfire completely and he end up having it instead without his knowledge. Geralt going incredibly hard as his asshole brother soils himself in the middle of a gwent game or them chilling by the fire...? It’s slow to take effect but then it all comes rushing at the same time, so Lambert has no way to get away from the whole thing?

This is part 1 if anyone is interested and anon I hope you like it

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After the dinner fiasco which put both Eskel and Lambert out of commission for a couple of days, well only Eskel really, Lambert just refused to face any of them and decided to suffer through the last of the effects alone, it was fair to say he was taken off of dinner duty indefinitely.

He’d got what he wanted anyway, Lambert embarrassed and definitely planning some payback, but most importantly, he’s got himself into Eskel’s bed where the two of them fuck like rabbits and serve to piss Lambert off further. They haven’t indulged in anything like that night since.

It was true he had put Eskel into that scenario and his brother had suffered for it, so it would be Eskel who would take the first step from now on and he had to try and hide his grin and the cock straining in his pants when he saw Eskel slip some cheese into his pocket after breakfast one morning.

It was barely a week later when Lambert sought his revenge, and a spiked bowl of stew was placed in front of him. He knew immediately, he could smell it over the onions and herbs, and only confirmed when he felt Eskel’s hand grab his thigh under the table to warn him. He couldn’t help but smile as he skirted his hand just over Eskel’s to tell him he knew, the fact that he had his side, that even after everything Eskel was above taking revenge, and it’s only the sound of Vesemir clearing his throat that stops him from straddling Eskel’s thighs there and then.

He watched as Lambert sat in front of him, staring at him too blatantly to be innocent before they started to eat. Geralt only indulged in a couple of bites, the food was nice, but he’d make some excuse about not feeling well and suffer Vesemir’s ire, again. Maybe Eskel will bring him a portion still in the pot when he retired for bed.

That was until Eskel spoke up, something about bread being made earlier and why it wasn’t on the table. He watched Lambert’s eyes widen and a litany of swears leave his mouth as he ran from the table, with Vesemir shouting after him about swearing and burning food and limited resources and some other shit. It did however grant the perfect chance to switch his and Lambert’s bowls, at Eskel’s insistence of course, and so when Lambert returned a minute later with bread on the verge of being burnt, he was none the wiser, in fact, his brother even smirked when he saw him eat another spoonful.

The rest of dinner passed by uneventfully, neither of them really saying anything so they all just glanced at each other every now and then, Lambert’s and Vesemir’s eyes seemed stuck on him but it wasn’t the first time and definitely not the last, so he ate dinner unbothered, just sharing little touches with Eskel under the table to pass the time.

Vesemir quickly made his escape after that, he didn’t want to see whatever shit (figuratively and literally) that they did in the evenings, and Geralt is a bit guilty having dragged the old man into this, but when he’s got Eskel in his lap as he plays Gwent over the table with Lambert, he doesn’t feel very guilty.

That’s where they find themselves now, the fire bright and warm next to them as they drink well into the cups, enough that Eskel loses what little decorum he had and has no qualms farting on his lap with every shift of his hips. He’s just happy Eskel feels comfortable and relaxed to do it, and if he enjoys the feeling of each one rumbling against his cock, well only Eskel can feel it all whilst Lambert scoffs about how disgusting they are, which just makes Eskel grind into his lap to fart again, both of them moaning as Lambert looks on mortified. He’s long since stopped mentioning it because he’s the only one who’s suffering.

It’s clear whatever Lambert had spiked the food with was starting to take effect by the occasional shift in his seat, the way he seemed to freeze for just a second as if expecting something before fumbling through his cards to distract himself.

They’re not even halfway through the first game when Lambert shouts a venomous fuck you before he’s up, but he hasn’t even gotten a leg over the bench before he bends a little, hands clenched onto the table as he tried to force himself under control.

There’s pure hatred in Lambert’s eyes when he opens them to stare at him before he squats a little lower and curses just as they hear a wet, sloppy fart quickly turn into something else, and Lambert just keeps swearing as he’s helpless but to shit himself there and then.

His cock stirs, twitches to life as Eskel grinds into him, not that he needed it given the picture Lambert made, tears threatening to fall down his face as he tried to bite his lip to stop the swears pouring out of his mouth.

He would go and help Lambert, offer him a hand and even help him go somewhere to ride out the rest of it and clean him up, and if he would brush up behind him when they passed through hallways and narrow doorways, just to feel the warm weight of it against his cock, well Lambert couldn’t really do anything. Well, he would go and help but he knows he’d come back with a broken limb if he did.

He and Eskel are left watching as Lambert sags lower and lower as he loads his pants with more shit, punctuated with the occasional fart that caused him and Lambert to groan, Lambert just glared at him before he was overcome with another cramp to his gut and left him grappling with the table as another wave of shit forced its way out.

In the end, he’s glad Eskel’s still on his lap because otherwise he would have gone over to Lambert right now, would be pressed against his back and grinding against his ass to feel him load another wave of shit into his pants, to feel it spill down the back of his thighs.

He didn’t even realize he was gripping Eskel’s hips, grinding his brother’s ass against his cock that he swore could tear through his leathers, nosing against his neck to both scent him and Lambert’s shit filling the room.

He only opened his eyes when he heard the bench scraping across the floor, but he didn’t stop grinding against Eskel, just looked over to Lambert as he swore at both of them before making a move to leave. They watched him waddle across the hall, Geralt just staving off his orgasm when he saw Lambert collapse against the wall and with a groan let out a wet fart, and then another before holding his stomach as he bent over to let out another load of shit.

Lambert wasn’t even finished when he gave them both the finger and stumbled back towards his room, no doubt plotting his revenge, but with Eskel letting out a fart onto his lap he didn’t think twice about it.

“Should I be jealous, wolf?”

“He wishes he had an ass like yours?”

“Like mine?” Eskel punctuated the question with a long fart onto his lap that caused him to groan as he bit into the back of Eskel’s neck, the action just causing another short fart out of Eskel which just made his brother laugh “You want me to shit myself next?”

“Well, if you’re offering…” Eskel just chuckled as he released another fart against his lap before getting up, spending a minute just stood in front of him, and he got his answer why when Eskel bent over to let out a long rumbling fart he couldn’t help but lean into, and when Eskel looked at him over his shoulder his brother just chuckled again.

“C’mon then, I’ve got some stuff stashed upstairs” Geralt just nuzzled against Eskel’s ass, glad when he got the message and pushed out a series of short farts, groaning after each one before turning around to pull him up and kiss him, and afterward Geralt would happily let himself be dragged upstairs to continue the show.

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Just seen your reply to someone talking about Geralt using axii to get Jaskier to pee on him/for him and I am in love! Especially the bit about Jaskier just peeing in Geralt's bath instead of oils 😮 Can i ask you to expand more on it please? I just love Jaskier acting all normal like nothing is wrong but then also being made to just get his cock out to casually pee on around or in something for Geralt, it's so good and hot

Im glad you liked it! But not too sure how to expand on it.

Geralt could make Jaskier do all of their laundry and he'll first wash it with water, but again instead of soap Jaskier will piss on his clothes and work it into his clothes. That night Geralt will have a spare shirt held against his face as he jerks himself off and comes with a muffled groan.

When theyre alone for a while he doesn't bother using a stream to wash himself, just has Jaskier stand above him in animated conversation, and well practised from axii will pull his cock out to start pissing on him, none the wiser to the way Geralt moans and rubs it into his skin, or the wet spot on the front of Geralts pants which gives away how he came in his pants like a teenager.

Maybe Geralt even takes axii further, first just holds his and Jaskiers cock together and has Jaskier piss over his dick as he jerks off. It goes further and one time he has the tip of Jaskiers cock pressed against his hole when he starts to piss and Geralt practically comes then and there and he can't help but push his hips down, pushing just the tip past his rim and he comes untouched at the feeling if Jaskier pissing in him, all while Jaskier eaxes poetic about a women from the last town.

It ends up with most nights Jaskier laid across a patch of grass, admiring the night sky as Geralt ridss his cock like a man possessed. He reasons that at least this way they both get something out of it as he first works an orgasm out of Jaskier, groaning at the hot ropes of come filling him, but a minute later he sounds like a wounded animal when he growls at the feeling hit piss filling up, spilling out around Jaskiers cock to soak his lap and he can't help but roll his hips, wanting to feel it as deep as possible and with a brush of Jaskier still pissing cock against his prostate he comes with a cry across Jaskier chest and takes a few minutes after to just enjoy the feeling before cleaning them up.

He enjoys far too much the idea of people smelling Jaskiers piss on him, his claim and a part of him hopes they come across one of his brothers so they can see just who wnated and possessed, inside and out, he is by the bard.

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I loved the prompt with Eredin using Geralt, Eskel and Lambert to keep his army happy. I was wondering if you could write something in that setting, but from Eskel and Lambert's point of view. Especially a scene with Eskel and Caranthir. I bet Caranthir would especially like to show up the witcher who thought he could challenge him one on one. Thank you!

Warning: non con, mind control, choking

I know you asked for both but I didn’t think t worked switching pov’s so this is just Eskels viewpoint.

I hope you like it, I know it’s kinda long (I need to be stopped I swear) but yeah.

Part 1

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The last thing he remembered was that he was fighting, the lot of them being pushed back further and further into the keep and their demise all but inevitable and then it all goes cold and black.

When he wakes in an unfamiliar area, he has about enough sense to keep his heartbeat unchanged as he listens and peeks for anything new that had happened. He catches enough snippets to know he isn’t in friendly territory, but the one silver lining is that their fight wasn’t all for naught, Ciri escaped, they’d kept her safe for a little longer and that was all that mattered to him then.

It’s another day or so of fading in and out of sleep, not willing to let their captors know he was awake when he feels Geralt stir beside to him and it’s only when he hears cheering and jeering from the multitude of warriors around them, likely from another fight where they pitted their hounds against each other that he told his brother what he knew.

Lambert woke not long after and after a murmured cuss fell silent for probably the first time in his life, of course, it didn’t last long.

They can hear them approach long before the elves reach them, their heavily booted feet not allowing for much stealth, but which makes the kick to his gut all the more painful.

The three of them are roused from their feigned sleep and he watches Lambert spit towards Imlerith, the action earning his brother a hard smack to his jaw on the back of a metal gauntlet and forces himself to remain still as he watches Lambert fall to the side, can smell the blood in his air when he’s forced back onto his knees.

Of course, this doesn’t stop Lambert from spewing out his all too famous sarcasm, one which they all had tolerated and even enjoyed at the keep, but here just earned his brother another smack to his jaw, but to give him credit, he was impressed when Lambert simply laughed, something dark and slightly manic as he got himself back up and stared back at the hunt with fire in his eyes.

The look Lambert got from the commanders was enough to make even him shiver, but his brother was unfazed and stared back with his own look of ire and hatred, another insult about mothers and elves and manhood’s falling unbidden from his mouth. He was both proud and cussing out his brother in that moment, the witcher had balls to be sure, ones which would likely get them all killed if he wasn’t more careful.

As such Lambert’s comment would have earned him another slap from Imlerith if not for Eredin’s hand on his shoulder stopping him at the last moment, and that was perhaps one of the more worrying parts of the whole encounter.

After that they’re not given nearly as much free reign, as in they're given none, every now and then they’re forced awake and a vial shoved past their lips and the contents shoved down their throats, hands blocking his nose and mouth to stop his breathing to ensure he drank the whole thing. It didn’t take a genius to know magic was at play, his brothers may not know it, but he could feel the telltale crackle and the way it seemed to settle in the air and he definitely tried not to linger on the fact that his doses were almost twice that of his brothers.

It’s a nameless few days later when they’re roused from their induced slumber and all he feels is groggy and disorientated that he doesn’t even have the mind to try and shove off the hands lifting him so that he once again sat beside his brothers, the wild hunt in front of them and the commanders looking a mix of both disgruntled and overly pleased.

Apparently, with each day that goes by with no sign of Ciri, the less the three of them are of use to the army and he spares a look at his brothers fully prepared that this would be it, that this would be the end for all of them, but that wouldn’t matter because Ciri was safe.

At least that was until Geralt took a page from Lambert’s book and decided to spit at the leader of the wild hunt, a bold move and he anticipates the sharp slap to his brother's face before he sees the elf bring his hand back to swing.

Only then he watches Geralt still, and he can feel the magic in the air, how it suffocates them and he watches as Geralt crawls forward a little before he’s pulling Eredin’s cock out of his breeches and is making quick work of shoving it as far down his throat as he could, the only sounds of Geralt’s labored breathing, the way he chokes around the elf’s cock and the wet squelch as said elf fucked into his brother's mouth whilst the others jeer him on.

He wants to look at Lambert, to try and derive any form of comfort from their predicament just by making sure he was safe, but he realized he couldn’t, he was fixed in place, forced to watch his brother be used for sex by an army intent on killing the girl that was practically his daughter.

He can’t imagine how Geralt must be feeling or what he’s thinking as watches Eredin pull out to leisurely stroke his cock and paint his brother’s face with come as he laughed and stepped away. At first, he thought that was it, for now at least, but a gasp from Geralt had him turn his gaze to watch as Lambert began to paw at their brother’s dick and it was all he could do to fight the uncomfortable tug in his mind likely trying to get him to do the same.

Still, he remains kneeling in the dirt, fighting for control over his own mind and body, and for a moment he thinks he’s done it, that somehow they don’t have the means to do it, but then there’s a vice-like grip in his head that has him wince, whether it’s from pressure or just how cold it feels, almost as if he was a boy back at Kaer Morhen and his friends had buried and pinned his head into the snow.

His resolve may have been glass with how easy it broke and he was forced to look up, Caranthir smirking and with a hand extended towards him before he felt that cold pressure in his head again, and a voice accompanying it.

“I won't let you go this time, little wolf”

All he could do was watch as he crawled forward, closer towards his brothers where Lambert was now sucking at Geralt’s dick whilst his brother moaned wantonly into the chill air, and then he was licking the come clean off Geralt’s face. He probably would have gagged if his mind was his own but as it was all he did groan and continue to kitten lick the drying come as if it was the most delicious thing he’d ever eaten.

Suddenly his hands are pulling at Geralt’s breeches, his ass and even delivering a harsh smack across which just has Geralt whining as he smacks him again and again until his skin is painted red. He doesn’t know how but suddenly he finds oil in his hands and then his fingers are pressing into Geralt’s hole, two at first, then three then four until he’s pushing his dick part his brother’s rim without so much as slicking himself, but when he hears Geralt cry out and Lambert choking it’s clear that right now his brother doesn’t so much mind the rough treatment.

He doesn’t go easy, his hips fucking up eagerly into the tight heat of his brother’s hole and can’t help but come when he feels fingers pressing past Geralt’s rim as well, pressed along his cock and making it so much tighter. He does so again when a minute later he feels Lambert pushing his cock in alongside his, all he can think is tight and hot, and wet even if it is his come and finally he comes a third time alongside Lambert while Geralt begs and pleads for more between them.

It’s after Geralt’s come for a second time on just their cocks that they finally part, but still there is no respite, he watches Imlerith approach Lambert looking far too happy, a tight grip on the witcher’s jaw whilst telling him he can finally have a good use for his mouth.

He supposed he should’ve expected the icy chill that invaded his mind again and he was paralyzed as Caranthir approached him only to stroke a hand through his hair and down his face to finally cup his jaw before using his thumb to pull at his bottom lip.

“You fought well little wolf it’s just as well I didn’t kill you then, you’ll look a lot prettier on my cock then my blade” He wants to shudder, wants to pull away and fight but he’s stuck kneeling and unable to resist when he’s forced to open his mouth and stick his tongue out, the laugh from the elf in front doing nothing to settle his nerves “Eager aren’t we? Don’t worry, I’ll have plenty of use for your mouth later, but right now I think this little wolf needs to learn his place”

He doesn’t want to move, and thankfully doesn’t have to, the elf resorting to physically maneuvering him onto his hands and knees, likely in some attempt to establish dominance in both regards, physical and mental, not that he can really put up a fight in either though as his face is shoved into the dirt of the clearing, neck bent awkwardly and arms splayed at his sides which doesn’t allow for any comfort, likely intentional as he feels the commander curl over his back, the cool weight of his armor enough to send a shiver through him even through the mind spell.

Through some blessing, he’s able to dissociate enough to ignore whatever the elf was spewing at him and the bruising touches to what felt like every inch of him, but that may have just been the spell binding him to the elf’s will. He’s fine until he feels two fingers being roughly shoved into his hole and he wants to cry out, but when his mouth opens a hoarse moan comes out instead and he can feel his dick twitch under him, shame filling him at the fact before he feels the fingers be removed and the feel of warm spit at his hole before suddenly he can feel the blunt cock head of the elf pressing against his hole.

He didn’t know what he had expected, he didn’t expect to be treated well but better than this at least to try and extend his use to them, but it was clear that they couldn’t care less, happy to use him however they saw fit until eventually he gave out, if they ever let him live that long to begin with.

Caranthir shoves into him with one thrust, letting out a groan and praising how tight he was before quickly fucking into him, all he could feel was the pain as he was split open on the elf’s cock, able to feel every thick inch of it as it pounded into him again and again and he was somewhat mortified to realize that when the elf reached a hand down to his cock that he was hard, and not only that but practically drooling precome onto the grass below him.

For a moment, as pain lances up his spine whilst Caranthir fucks him relentlessly, his cock a constant aching pressure in his ass, he feels his magic build up in him, not enough to do any serious damage but he can feel it tingle at the back of his mind and whilst he can’t physically cast the sign somehow his body, his mind, whatever the fuck it is knows and quickly casts as aard.

Nothing outwardly changes, he can feel Caranthir’s thrusts falter for a moment, feel the grip on him loosen just slightly but most notably is the small bit of freedom afforded his mind. For a moment he feels warmth and draws from it as much as he can, hell he could even flex his fingers just barely, but his revelation was short lived as the ice returned, making his mind and body numb as he fell lax under the body over him.

“I’m impressed wolf, you would have made a fine addition to my collection if you weren’t so defiled with children’s magic” It was then he felt an armored hand rest at the back oh his head, the sharp claws in the place of fingers digging painfully into his scalp and serving to shove his head deeper into the dirt.

It’s then that he also felt something warm and wet hit his face and he realized he’d been spit on again, this time over the scars littering his face, normally he’d feel shame, humiliated at the treatment but now he was forced to welcome it as he felt a second hand rake nails down his back and he could feel the warmth of blood spill out and cover his skin, his attempt to jerk away instead had him lean into the touch with a whine “All you’re good for now is to be a tight little cocksleeve begging for cock”

He moaned and clenched down on the elf’s cock which somehow fucked into him even harder, reached even deeper, that he felt his breath catch with every thrust as if the air was being pushed out of him, the elf’s cock hollowing a space inside his body just for him and he let out an unbidden moan at the thought.

The next thing he knew there was a hand around his throat, and he was being hauled up to straddle the elf’s lap and without taking a moment to adjust to the new angle, not that he wanted too. He found himself using the hand on his neck for balance as he eagerly fucked himself on the commander’s dick, feeling himself grind down onto the elf’s lap to feel his dick reach impossibly deep into him that he lost all breath between that and the hand on his throat that had since taken to squeezing lightly and found himself gasping for air.

He felt one of Caranthir’s fingers gently trace up and down his torso, the only thing gentle in this whole scenario as he feels himself shiver even as he continues riding the elf’s cock with an almost desperate need now, and it’s not much longer that the elf is moving to meet his thrusts, pumping his cock into him at a brutal pace that he’s sure is going to bruise or tear but his body will only supply the words of ‘more’ and ‘harder’ and god he would much rather be fighting a zeugl in a waste heap than be here right now.

Being sat up he can make out his brothers, still being used just like he is, Geralt is sat on one elf’s dick whilst he strokes two others and Lambert still has Imlerith fucking into his throat, a constant drool of come leaving his mouth to drip and pool into his lap, and from the looks of it he’s been forced to come at least once already, whilst another warrior is palming his younger brother’s ass, leaving no doubt to his intentions.

“Look at how eager the three of you are for our cocks, soon we won’t even need the magic for you to beg us to fuck you” He feels disgust coil in his gut not only at the feel of the elf behind him, or his breath brushing against his ear making his hairs stand on end, but also his words, he knows that he would never willingly subject himself to this, his brothers neither, and that they would all sooner die than carry on with this charade, but it doesn't stop the elf behind him, who has firm hands on his hips and is moving him up and down on his cock like he’s nothing but a toy, a hole to be used, and he supposes right now it’s true “Maybe our precious little Cirilla will find you and decide you look happier on my cock than in her care”

He shuddered then, a mix of the words and the ever tightening hand around his throat but the elf didn’t relent ”Maybe that’s why Destiny gave you Cirilla, because at the end of the day the only thing you’re good for is taking a cock like a good little bitch”

It’s then he feels the ice in his mind sink lower, travel down his spine and causing him to shiver before he feels it coil in his gut and then suddenly he’s coming with a shout, his face promptly shoved back into the ground as Caranthir fucks into him with abandon, a low growl coming from the elf’s chest as he almost literally drives him into the ground with the force of his thrusts, whilst all he’s able, no forced to do, is whisper the elf’s name over and over as if in worship.

He loses track of time for a moment, the only thing he can focus on is the chill making his mind and body numb and the cock shoving all other thought away with every harsh thrust into him, feeling nothing but pain as his prostate is abused but all he can do is moan as he feels himself clench around the elf’s cock, hears him hiss behind him as Caranthir’s thrust falter for a moment before changing his angle to fuck even deeper, to force even more sounds from him again.

Somehow he comes again, he’s pretty sure he wasn’t even hard but a sudden sharp wave of pleasure crashed through him, made him see white as his hole practically milked Caranthir’s cock as he came with a groan, thrusts slowing so that he could milk the feeling of his tight hole around him before stilling.

He feels decidedly worn out, tired and aching all over but he’s not given a respite as he’s forced back onto the elf’s lap, his cock still pumping come into him, whilst a hand returns to his throat, not choking him or anything, but just as a weight against his skin as if a threat. Not that he really had the ability to do anything anyway.

“I meant what I said, a few days more and we won’t need the spells to have you hanging off our cocks” As a witcher, he has rarely felt fear, but this could be marked down as one of the few times he has, and all he could do was fight against it and hoped he could survive, his brothers as well “Looks like someone wants your mouth little wolf, be a good boy and open up for them”

It’s only then he’s noticed the figure approaching, helpless but to reach forward, already mouthing at the hard line of the warrior’s cock through his clothes as he removes said pants, not just that but he felt Caranthir thrust into him again, sure the elf hadn’t even gone soft as he quickly began to fuck up into him again, pain lancing up his spine as he moaned around the cock he was swallowing deeper and deeper down his throat until he wanted to gag, but some other force wouldn’t allow it.

He just hoped the three of them, he and his brothers, would come out of this alive.