#afterhours cw object insertion

[afterhoursfic]

I also love Eskel a normal amount, and I love the idea of him just being... Such a slut. Imagine free use witchers, where anyone can offer coin to a witcher for sex and they're expected to agree (they don't have to, but it's expected, and they usually do because it's easy money). Eskel does great, because he's charming and hits the balance of the thrill of fucking a witcher without coming across as actually dangerous to someone interested. (cont)

(cont) so Eskel pretty frequently gets lead back to someone's house, or fucked over a table in a tavern. Sometimes someone pays him for more than just a fuck. Sometimes they want to see Scorpion fuck him - and joke's on them, that's Eskel's favourite thing to do when he wants to treat himself. Sometimes someone wants to see how much he can take, and he finds himself getting stuffed with whatever his client has lying around the house

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Warning: beastiality, dub con

It’s part of their trade they don’t talk about in the beginning, but they will accept offers of coin under the table to be taken to a room somewhere and fuck or get fucked. It’s mostly just nobles in the beginning, ones who can afford to pay absurd amounts of money so they can gloat about the time they slept with a witcher, but as monsters become more scarce and work harder to find they have no choice but to broaden their horizons.

Eskel’s spoken about it with Geralt and Lambert before, He knows Geralt charges a hefty sum, 300 crowns, to take him to bed purely because of his reputation, the only witcher to have survived two rounds of mutagens plus who wouldn’t want the butcher of blaviken groveling under their boot, or the white wolf crying out on their cock.

Lambert was more reasonable and changed his price depending on how much he thought he could swindle from someone, and he was good at it, playing off the annoying brat until people who had no intention of fucking him will hire him for the night just so they can beat him around a bit.

He has a different tact, in that he charges only a few crowns per client, Vesemir had berated him for it when he found out but when you were a witcher, a tall and imposing one with scars on your face highlighting that, he found he had to add a little extra incentive. He also came across as shy and half desperate for coin to get even the slightest farm hand to take him up on his offer, and when he was bent over and being fucked on the man’s cock that’s when he became more enthusiastic, begging them for more until he had enough and moved them so he could ride them how they both wanted to be fucked, quick and hard.

He soon earned a bit of a reputation for being a witcher slut and he wasn’t about to deny them, thinking back to when one guy paid 5 crowns to fuck him only for a group of his friends to join him and them all taking equal turns to ruin him on both ends before giving a pat to his ass and leaving. Honestly, as long as he was being fucked on the regular he didn’t care how much he was paid if at all, but he had his profitable evenings, namely after one guy fucks him in a corner of the inn, half the town follows until his pockets are filled with coin and by agreeing to let the land lord fuck him for a couple of rounds and again at breakfast he got free board for the night.

He earns most of his money though from the depraved fuckers who want to humiliate him, have him red in the face as he begs them to stop as they just laugh and continue. The ones who have him chase their wives through the woods (consensually of course, he’s not that desperate for coin) and when he catches them, pins them in the dirt to fuck into them like some deranged animal before their husband comes to push him off and ‘save the day from the mutant scum’. Or when they stap him down to the bed just to watch him squirm as they fuck him with different objects, a mirror handle, the hilt of his sword, one time an empty bottle of wine. It’s easy money, the only downside is that he doesn't get much out of it and often wonders back to town to see if he can find another client for the night.

Then there are those, either rich enough or enough of them to pool their cash, so they can take him to the breeding kennels, or out into the forest where the packs of wild dogs are, give him a couple of fingers for prep before letting the first beast mount him. He pretends to hate it, to cry out and curse just to encourage the jeers from the steadily growing crowd who throw more and more coins at him the more he struggles with each dog that mounts him. But Eskel likes getting fucked and whether that's by a human or an animal he doesn’t care, in fact animals are so much simpler, a brief flick of axii and he’s got a whole pack eagerly waiting to fuck him to make sure he never goes without on the path.

Even when he’s putting on the show now, there’s only a handful of beasts and most of them are already spent but there’s still coin to be earned and Eskel is still desperate for more. Once the dog on him knot deflates and he pulls away Eskel is able to do a quick axii, his audience none the wiser as he gets the alpha of the pack to drop its cock again, the dog panting as it sniffs at him before licking his hole, he pretends to flinch and whimper when it finally mounts him even as he rolls his hips back to encourage its cock into his hole.

His favorite thing to do though is get fucked by Scorpion, out on the path when it’s just them what else is there to do, especially when Scorpion is practically lipping at him all the time and the only way he can get camp set up for the night without being hounded by a horny horse is to suck him off first and then after dinner quickly work himself open before fucking himself on Scorpions cock. It’s made all the better when people who hire him for the night don’t take them to their room but instead back to the stables where a handful of coin is shoved into his hand before multiple people are pushing him about until he’s strapped onto the breeding bench.

He definitely enjoys milking his ‘hatred’ for it as he pretends to struggle and call out for Scorpion to stop as they lead him closer, the horses cock already hanging out of it sheath and in his head he can just purr out a ‘good boy’ as he struggles one last time when Scorpion is mounted on top of him, but the moment his cock presses into his hole he falls limp and groans as Scorpion forces him open on his cock.

Once Scorpion comes and pulls out he’ll be unstrapped and left to deal with the consequences, which usually means he’ll stay right where he is as he wriggles his ass still leaking Scorpions come, presenting it to him until finally the horse mounts him again and has him groaning on his cock. If he’s lucky he’ll get a third round from Scorpion that night and then in the morning they’ll leave for the next town which he knows has a reputation for their horse racing, maybe there he’ll get more than Scorpions cock.