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afterhoursfic · 3 years

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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 :)

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.

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afterhoursfic · 3 years

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Concept; Eskel, on a contract to get rid of a sea monster. Turns out it’s egg-laying/incubating season for the sea monster species. 👀

Eskel/sea monster oviposition...?

Warning: non con, dub con, monster fucking, oviposition

So it’s more merman than sea creature but yeah I read the short story before writing this and now you have this, hope you enjoy :D

Geralt had told him of the city of Bremervoord, of the contract with the mermaid, how there were a whole variety of merpeople and sea creatures, big fish that could wield weapons, and well, Eskel became curious. His whole life he had been left with drowners and sirens, a pain in the ass to deal with, but boring all the same in just how common they were.

So, he didn’t speak of his plans, just headed towards the town where he has greeted rather warmly everything considered and brought to the Duke who gave him the contract of helping them clear the sea shelf for the treasures underneath.

Now he wasn’t stupid, Geralt had told him in great detail just how much of a fucking bad idea that was and Eskel had absolutely no intention of taking on the contract for the suicide mission, he was interested in other things though, merpeople, well mermen seemed an innocent enough predilection.

He knew about the Duke’s own love story and even followed when he went to go and meet his love on the sea rocks. Of course, the Duke knew nothing of it, but he could feel the mermaid’s eyes on him and after the Duke had left her for the night, she called out to him in her soft singing voice.

“Witcher”

In the dimmed light he could see the sharp teeth behind her smile, and the thought of them pressing into his neck was enough to send a shiver through him, but he just blamed that on the chilly sea air.

“You are a handsome one” If Eskel could blush he would be, instead he just averted his gaze, a hand going to scratch at his scars as he cleared his throat from the lump that formed “You wouldn’t be here about the sea city, would you? You don’t look like an idiot”

“No, no, I’m not suicidal” He winced at how grating his hoarse voice sounded, not only in elvish, but musically as well, he’s sure a sheep could do a better job than him “I came here for…”

When his silence went on for several long moments the mermaid's smile grew softer as she looked at him “Oh you are shy aren’t you, but I can’t fault you a bit of curiosity, do you want a closer look?”

She beckoned him over with a finger that had more pull on him than a siren’s song, and in truth he was curious, so he joined her on her rock and yelped when she gripped his wrists pulling him off balance as she put his hands on her waist.

Tentatively he felt the skin along her hip and down to the tops of her tail, a lot softer than he ever expected, and he couldn’t deny she was beautiful, but she saw his hesitation just as much as he felt it.

“Normally I would be offended, but I’ve got a friend who could use your… help” He quirked a brow at that and he enjoyed hearing her laugh over the crashing waves.

“What’s a sea creature going to need a witcher for?”

“First off, he doesn’t like the term sea creature, merman will do, and it’s more what you can do for him”

He didn’t even have a chance to ask what that would entail before he was being pulled and thrashed until he fell into the ocean. Immediately he felt the cold take his breath away and then the burn in his lungs as the current kept him under.

He was faintly aware of dark blurs against the waves and hands ripping at his clothes, but it’s not like it made a difference to his situation, it was like a force was keeping him under the waves and Eskel didn’t even have the chance to panic because he didn’t have the breath to do so.

It was just as his vision was beginning to turn dark that strong arms wrapped around him and pulled him in this and that direction until suddenly, he was choking and coughing up water, desperate for air as he (they?) broke the surface.

“I saved your life witcher, by your customs that entitles me to the law of surprise” The deep voice in his ear coupled with the razor teeth grazing down his jaw should terrify him, and true he is frozen, but a part of him is trying to hold down the desperate noise that wants to escape his throat and to stop himself from pushing back into the creature’s hold. “I claim your first brood witcher”

The comment was so unexpected Eskel couldn’t help but laugh, rough and throaty as the sea salt scratched his throat “Anybody ever told you witchers are sterile?”

The comment earned him a snarl and the creature? Merman? Bit into his neck, he felt his blood, hot against his skin from the chill of the sea spilling down his neck only instead of trying to escape, trying to fight his way out of the creature’s hold he leaned his head back against its shoulder and moaned, earning a musical laugh from the merman.

“I think you misunderstand me Witcher” He felt firm hands move to his stomach, and stroke it almost tenderly but clearly with intent, but he didn’t truly get the picture until something blunt and thick was poking at his hole.

It was too little too late at this point, not that he could do much anyway, he was stranded in the middle of the sea with a merman, and no doubt the mermaid close by in case he does get away. Off in the distance he could just about make out the rock he had been pulled from, but it meant nothing now, he was sore and cold and way out of his depth in the ocean, so he had no choice but to let the merman hold his legs open as what he guessed was his cock teased his hole.

The only upside was the merman pressed against his back at least kept away some of the chill from the ocean, he wasn’t warm by any means and it should put him off, make him sick at the prospect of what’s about to happen, but here it doesn’t, and he’s ashamed to feel the curl of arousal in his gut at the prospect of the monster slipping its cock into him.

There wasn’t much ceremony to it, he wasn’t even given a finger or two to stretch on, one minute the creature is teasing its cock on his ass, his rim, the small of his back, and the next it’s being forced into him in several harsh thrusts that he can do nothing against.

He does hiss and swear and probably grips the merman’s arm around his waist too tightly because then there are sharp teeth at his neck, adding to the pain wracking through his body, but even still he feels the shiver of arousal, not the cold like he wants, but a deep-seated hunger to just be used and helpless.

The merman does just that and wastes no time before it’s fucking into him, using nothing but the water around them as slick and the friction and the pain starts to take on an edge that would make his cock twitch if the sea weren’t so fucking cold. It was its own torture being unable to get hard and the merman seemed to notice as well and laughed at him over his shoulder where he could just get a peek of green skin and even greener curls framing his face.

He can do nothing when a firm hand grips his cock and roughly strokes it, he can feel the edge of pleasure, can feel something like an orgasm building but his cock is still limp, and the merman just laughs as it gives a rough thrust to his prostate once and again and again.

“I know witchers are sterile, but impotent as well? How disappointing” He can hear the mirth in its voice, made worse by the song it speaks with, and he growls dangerously back in challenge.

“Take me back to land and I’ll show you how impotent I am” It was meant to be threatening but his voice turned breathy as the merman instead gripped his hips to start moving him down and onto his cock like he was nothing but a toy, and he had to bite his lip to stop his moan at the fact, but given how the merman just laughed it didn’t work.

“At least buy me dinner first witcher, that’s if you can get off my cock” The words confused him up until he felt something bumping against his rim with every thrust, growing bigger and bigger and Eskel felt his eyes sting with tears as it was pushed into him before roughly being pulled out again.

The next time the merman thrust in he clenched his hole hard, gasping at the feel of the creature’s cock snug inside him and so fucking big, not even including the bulge that stretched him out even more and had him trying to move his hips closer and then farther away just to try and get comfortable, used to the feel of it until the merman held him still and ground his dick even deeper into him with a contented hum.

“As a wolf witcher I would figure you would be used to knots, what a shame” Eskel couldn’t hold back his curse when he heard it was a knot, nor resist the temptation to try and grind it even deeper into him, forcing his hole to stretch wide around it and he knew he would relish the burn of pain when he rode Scorpion tomorrow. “Seems you like being full, witcher, good because you’ve still got to carry my brood”

Again, he felt a hand stroke his stomach, and maybe if he were of more sound mind the thought would terrify him, cause some sort of spike of adrenaline which will get him to fight his way free. He wouldn’t get free, but at least he’d try to escape and not just open his legs like a common whore, and yet that’s exactly what he did when he felt the first rush of eggs into him.

They weren’t big, but they weren’t exactly small either, they were somewhere in between, that filled in every gap and yet felt heavy inside him. He knew the reason of the knot as he felt another rush of eggs add to the first, the merman shivering and groaning behind him with every small, small thrust that forced more eggs into him, and he even clenched around its knot, both to feel it split him open and to stop any eggs from escaping the clutch of his belly.

He didn’t even realize how big his belly had gotten until he felt the first searing cramp in his gut, he was too busy with his head leaning back on the merman’s shoulder, letting out small, frustrated groans as his hand futilely tried to work at his soft cock as more and more eggs were pumped inside of him.

One of the merman’s hands rested on his stomach, feeling it get bigger under his hand, much to the pleasure of the creature because it sounded so desperate when it tried to grind a little harder and further into him, whispering desperately ‘just a few more’ and ‘almost there’ before he felt several more eggs slip into him, as if the merman was trying to plead with himself to force every one of his eggs into him.

The thought of that did actually make his cock twitch, of someone, something, so desperate to breed him, to mate him had him clench around the creature’s cock again, grinding and letting out small pleas of his own, only to groan as he felt a few more eggs force their way into him.

He didn’t even try to fight it when the merman took over stroking his cock, rough and hard and should be in no way pleasurable, and yet, still soft he managed it with a low cry, shaking in the creatures hold whilst it started to move him again, it’s knot having gone down enough for it to start fucking him again, yet his protests of too much, too soon, too full went unheard as the creature grunted as it fucked into him, desperate for its own release.

He felt it come, somehow burning hot inside of him despite the chill of the sea and the wind whipping at them, more and more of it until he felt he was going to throw up with the taste of its come on his tongue, and even then there was more until he was truly stuffed full.

Its knot had grown again and was lodged deep inside of him to prevent anything spilling out, even then the merman couldn’t help grinding against him, or maybe that was him? It didn’t matter, all he knew was that even freezing his balls off in the ocean he felt content for the first time in years.

He didn’t even realize they were moving till he was almost face first into the rock he had originally been on with the mermaid, for a fleeting moment he felt a twinge of sadness that this was it, he’d expel the eggs at some point before going to some other bigoted village to fight another monster.

Only the merman seemed to sense his distress and immediately moved a soothing hand on his belly before leaning down closer to his ear “Now this just won’t do, witcher, I’m gonna fuck you again for the whole village to see so all my eggs catch before I’m done with you”

Eskel couldn’t help his shiver, definitely from the words, not the cold, he wasn’t going to lie to himself now when he knew next year, he’d make the exact same journey so he could get into the exact same position at the end of a merman’s cock.

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afterhoursfic · 4 years

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what about eskel as the kaer morhen's sex toy? eskel doesn't get enough dick while he's out on the path and the other wolves (including vesemir, maybe) are happy to have a few nice warm holes to use whenever they feel like it, whatever eskel's doing at the time. and it's not like he has a problem waking up full of cock.

All plot and little porn makes jack a dull boy but oh well. Honestly, I’m in love with this idea and don’t have the proper words to say so but Eskel as nothing more than a hole for his brothers to use is perfection.

I’ve also added Vesemir, there’s no explicit fucking between the two but he just gives Eskel a helping hand here and there.

Normally, when he found himself on the last stretch up to the gates of Kaer Morhen he felt the stresses of the past year slowly melt away almost as if it was taking a deep sigh before he could finally relax. This year was different though, instead, his body felt tight and uncomfortable, itchy almost and no matter what he tried he couldn’t make that feeling go away.

He knew the cause of it, of course, It had been just over a year since he last shared a bed, or hell even a hand with someone, and the winter months would only add to that growing timeline. To some, it was a stupid thing to get worked up over but in all that time he had never been truly satisfied, his hand barely took off the edge and often left him feeling worse than before, couple that with almost every brothel kicking him out on sight and having to hear his brothers forays under the sheets meant he was in for a shit few months.

Sure it had never been easy to find a partner, even less so after he got the scars that littered the side of his face but there was always someone who wanted to try their luck with him, to brag about the fact they took a witcher to bed, and yet it seemed his luck had run out.

When he finally passed the gates to the keep he only spared his brothers and Vesemir a quick nod as he settled Scorpion in the stables, if they noticed anything was odd they didn’t say it, but he could feel their eyes boring into him all the same.

After that he eagerly made his way back to his rooms, ignoring Lambert’s attempt to goad him into a game of Gwent, and giving a grunt when Vesemir announced food would be ready in an hour. Once he was behind a closed door he first went to his trunk and dug through it until he found the wooden cock, he’d bought on a whim decades ago now.

It wasn’t the first one he’d owned but he quickly learned not to take it out on the path with him between the monsters that always seemed to damage his belongings and the people who liked to kick him out of towns when he came back from a job, sans his bags, he decided it would just be easiest to leave it here, the worst that could happen would be if Lambert found it and paraded that bit of information.

Now though all he wanted was to get off, to try and ease the edge off, and so he quickly stripped before he almost tore his bag searching for the small vial of oil. In record time he had two fingers slicked and pressing into him, only doing himself the barest courtesy of prepping himself before he was slicking up the wooden cock and pressing it into him.

It felt good for all of a second, to have something other than his fingers pressing into himself, but it still wasn’t a real cock and even as he began to fuck himself and aimed it towards his prostate, he felt little relief. He knew he wouldn’t be satisfied by the end, but he was here now so may as well come, so with one hand fucking the dildo into himself and the other stripping his cock he soon came with a groan and sure enough, he just felt worse afterwards, unsettled almost, and it was only by tossing the wooden cock into the corner of the room that stopped him from destroying it with a blast of igni.

He could feel the frown on his face as he got up to grab a cloth to clean himself before dressing again, could feel the way his muscles bunched up under his skin, coiled tight as if ready for a fight and he knew he had to watch himself tonight lest he gets riled up at his brothers and lash out them before Vesemir forced him to say what afflicted him. He definitely did not want to be having that conversation with any of them, especially as he pictured Lambert’s grinning face.

Dinner was a tense affair, for him at least, offering nothing but grunts here and there as his brothers spoke a little of their own adventures over the past year, apparently, Geralt and Lambert had worked a job together and not only that but Geralt had met an interesting woman by the name Countess Mignole, who Vesemir had had a dalliance with in the past and even got chased out the woman’s window when caught. Any other time he would probably enjoy his brother’s ribbing of their mentor but now all he wanted was the privacy of his room, in fact, he only stayed as long as his food and drink lasted before he bade them farewell and went left for another very unsatisfying hand job before he went back to bed.

The next couple of weeks weren’t any easier on him. During training he lashed out, normally so controlled and level-headed, now he let his emotions get the better of him by constantly using aard to fling his brothers, and one time Vesemir, across the courtyard just to feel something satisfying, and it was satisfying the first few times, but that soon lost its appeal, not that he stopped doing it though.

Of course, he was chastised, most of their training was supposed to be without signs and even then they were only used to disarm and throw each other off, nowhere close to genuinely hurting one another, but watching Geralt, the famed white wolf be thrown back against the keep’s wall definitely helped him.

Mealtimes were no better, most of the time he could skirt by the others to pick up a bit of food from the kitchen, ignoring their lingering stares and attempts at conversation as he just wanted to eat and get on with the day. Dinner though he couldn’t avoid and would often watch his brothers, well mostly Lambert, get exceedingly drunk on his shitty vodka and bragging about the men and women he bedded, and how more than half of them had come to him begging he takes them to bed.

He wasn’t jealous, or at least that’s what he tried to tell himself, but whenever the conversation turned his way it usually ended with him telling them to fuck off before he stomped off to his room. Okay so maybe he was a little jealous.

It all culminated one night when he couldn’t sleep, couldn’t get comfortable no matter what he did, and was filled with the sort of energy that was slowly making him crazy so that he was ready to tear down the walls of this keep just to get rid of it.

He wasn’t that stupid or desperate, yet, and so he simply picked up his sword and headed down to the courtyards, the faint light of dawn beginning to peek over the castle walls as he struck his sword down against the first training dummy.

He watched it crack and fall apart under his sword in a matter of blows and soon moved onto the next one and the next until a shout rung out behind him.

“That’s enough, wolf” He turned to hurl a snarl towards Vesemir but at the sight of the older witcher, of the stance that brooked absolutely no argument, he bit his tongue and instead dropped his sword to the floor, a mistake clearly as he heard Vesemir’s scowl “That’s no way to treat your weapon, wolf, have I taught you nothing”

With a put-upon sigh, he bent down to pick up the blade and didn’t bother to look up as he started to walk back to his rooms to try for the hundredth time to get some sort of relief until he felt a hard hand on his shoulder, a touch that practically branded him even through his clothes and he hated that his knees felt just a little weak, gods when was the last time he had been touched.

He doesn’t even fight it when Vesemir forces him to his knees, just settles on his knees, face cast down as he waits for his punishment. What he doesn’t expect though is a gentle hand lifting his head up and the almost assessing gaze from the other witcher before Vesemir hums to himself and tilts his head in question “When’s the last time you were fucked?”

He doesn’t bother answering, just clenches his jaw and stares back up at Vesemir, which is answer enough apparently as the older witcher just frowns down at him “I’ll leave the boys to it, they’ve been clamoring to get into bed with you since you arrived”

That gets his attention. Sure the three of them had slept together before, when the days were dark and cold and the nights even more so and they needed a brother’s warmth to take the chill from their bones, but it had been years since they’d done anything together, at least for him. Ever since he’d gotten the scars stretching across his face he’d kept to himself, saw the way people flinched and pulled away from him, and he couldn’t bear that from his brothers.

The thought was pushed aside when he felt a pressure at his cock and he looked down to see Vesemir’s boot against the line of his cock, hard against his breeches for gods knew how long and he couldn’t help the moan that broke free as he thrust against the pressure once, and then again and again until he humping Vesemir’s boot, the only thought of moremoremore until he felt a gentle hand card through his hair and it was that that did him in, that had him come with a shout and caused a sizeable wet spot to stain the front of his pants until he was left panting and limp.

The next thing he knows he’s inside the great hall and is being handed off to Geralt and not much longer he’s in a bed with far too many hands pulling at his clothes, turning to see Lambert behind him, but he can’t even say anything before he feels a finger circling his rim before pushing in.

It’s as if all the air leaves him then and all he can do is hold onto Geralt in front of him as he’s fucked on two, then three, then four fingers. He comes again as a fifth finger teases his hole and it earns a chuckle from his brothers.

He whines when he feels the fingers pull out, but he can’t even comment when suddenly he’s being moved onto his front, on his elbows over Geralt with his ass up before Lambert slides into him. His groan is cut off when a forceful hand in his hair is pulling him down and suddenly his mouth is full of Geralt’s cock, barely able to stop himself from choking on it.

Between the two of them, they figure out a rhythm so that he’s either sinking down onto Geralt or pushed back onto Lambert, filled from both ends for the first time in decades, and he’s almost shameful to say how much he missed this, how much he missed being fucked and moved around as if he were nothing but a hole.

He could feel his mind go hazy with it, just let himself relax as he let them use him how they pleased, whether that was by forcing his mouth onto their cocks until they stretched the back of his throat and left him gagging and struggling for air, or using all the strength and stamina they possessed to fuck into his ass for hours until he was an aching, come-filled mess, and even then begging for more.

He’d lost count of how many orgasms he’d had, only knew that a hand hadn’t touched his cock once and yet it was still hard and flushed red, even as another dry orgasm shook through him and wring out another orgasm from both Lambert and Geralt with muttered swears about what a needy slut he was, how he wanted to be their breeding bitch for the winter and couldn’t go a minute without a cock in him.

In dispersed between the moments of brutal fucking that left him a weak, begging mess, were softer moments that were somehow worse, that would have tears at the corner of his eyes if he were able when Geralt slowly fucked into him, oh so careful and gentle as he pressed small kisses along the scars on his face or when Lambert had him pressed face down into the mattress and slowly rolled his hips into him, a comforting weight at his back as he promised to look after him, that they were all he needed.

It was sometime in the early morning when they finally retired to sleep and for the first time in months, he felt relaxed, comforted now that he was surrounded by his brothers, and fell into a restful sleep.

He had half expected that to be it, that they would help him that once to take the edge off, to make him himself again for the rest of the winter lest he physically tear the walls down, and a part of him hurt at the fact but when woke up to an empty bed he didn’t dwell on it.

He took a moment to admire the bruises and scratches littered on him, even the ache that seemed to stretch across his whole body when he stood up before making his way to the kitchen for food and then probably back to his own bed for some more much-needed rest.

That plan was derailed as soon as he stepped into the kitchen, Vesemir working over the stove making some sort of stew for dinner, whilst Geralt and Lambert sat at the small table, Lambert finishing off his breakfast before they all turned to look at him.

The next thing he knew Geralt was up and pushing him back onto the table, quick hands removed his trousers and two fingers pushed into his swollen rim still leaking their come from only a few hours before. He couldn’t keep back the moan in the back of his throat before suddenly Geralt pulled his fingers out to be replaced by his cock.

That’s how he found himself being fucked over the breakfast table, his brothers chatting amicably with each other whilst he was reduced to a desperate wanton mess under Geralt’s hands. He was only half-hard by the time he felt Geralt come into him, how he still had anything left was a surprise to him but he was left panting and whining for more when the other witcher pulled out of him, but he wasn’t left long when he felt Lambert move by his head.

Lambert’s breakfast seemingly finished he was shifted on the table until his table was hanging off of one end and soon Lambert’s cock was teasing at his mouth and with a hum, he began to suck down the younger witcher’s cock. So focused on just how good it was to have a cock in him first thing in the morning, he jumped when he felt rough hands pinch at his nipples, the mix of pain and pleasure sending a shiver through him as he heard Vesemir chuckle above him, but that didn’t stop the older witcher until he was coming with a shudder with Lambert’s cock so far down his throat he was struggling to breathe.

There was a passing remark from Vesemir to clean up whatever mess they made as he left, and then it was just the three of them, Lambert finished soon after with a growl and he was promptly settled back onto Geralt’s cock, now sat on the bench whilst he ate breakfast, and when down pushed face-first onto the table and fucked within an inch of his life before he and Geralt were coming together with a shout.

The following weeks had the same pattern, namely the three of them using them however they wanted, well mainly Geralt and Lambert.

Occasionally Vesemir would find him and offer his boot for him to hump or a hand for him to fuck into, one time he was even given a pillow to rub his cock against whilst he was kneeling between the other witchers legs, yellow eyes boring into him the whole while and after offered a gentle hand and a kind word before being sent on his way.

His brothers were more forceful, insistent in their need, namely, they’d push him against any surface they could, sparing a couple of fingers to prep him, not that they needed it given how often he was on one of their cocks, always open and dripping come. It didn’t matter what he was doing, whether it was reinforcing the walls around the keep, or repairing the fence around the stables.

Normally he could hear them coming and was able to at least move to a somewhat softer surface before he was shoved face-first to the ground and his clothes all but torn off of him. Not that he had any complaints, he was the most rested he’d been all year and there were truly no words to describe how good it felt to be wanted and craved, to be woken up with Lambert cock’s fucking his hole, all the while telling him how good his hole felt clenched around his cock, how desperate he was for them all, that they could bend him over anywhere and he’d beg to fucked like needy bitch he is.

It’s when Lambert calls him a pretty, little cum dump that he comes, only his brother is long from over and instead, he’s shushed back into sleep whilst Lambert continues rocking into him and when he wakes in the morning he can feel the come spill down his thighs, but he’s only given a minute to admire it before Geralt is pushing him onto his back and forcing his legs wide so that he can push his own cock into his hole.

He almost mourns the end of winter. Whilst he’s itching to get back out on the path he’s not looking forward to leaving his brothers, to go through another year of villager’s ire and even less of their coin, but especially without the feel of his brothers fucking him like they’re desperate for him. It’s not that he’s obsessed, well maybe a little, but now that he’s had a taste of being nothing but a hole to be used whenever someone wants now, he needs more like it’s a physical ache.

So when Geralt asks for his help on a big contract he’d heard about on the way up to the keep, how can he refuse when it means he gets even longer to be nothing more than a cock dumb hole meant to be fucked.

#afterhours cw dubcon #afterhours cw overstimulation #afterhours cw exhibitionism #I don't know any other tags to use #eskel is a hoe

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afterhoursfic · 3 years

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The playmate thing... what about Jaskier being such a ripe and good omega he is always pushed up against a wall by some witcher and even a few instructors and humped against. He isnt mated or actually fucked, but some of the older ones worry he will catch considering the amount of cum seeping through his trousers every hour of the day and especially with how fertile he smells. Just... everyone almost mating him through his clothes because they keep spilling over him and their cocks rub their spend up against his hole while spurting their seed through the fabrics. Jaakier going absolutely crosseyed with the sensation of cum actually leaking inside of him in small droplets and his body convinced its the best possible thing that could happen.

Yeah ever since Jaskier arrived at the keep, he's constantly shoved against a wall, bent over a table and pulled into a lap as witcher after witcher grinds against his ass, telling him what a pretty little omega he is, how he was meant to be their little bitch and he'd look perfect swollen with their pups.

As much as he doesn't want to he gets hard, and slick starts leaking out of him, clinging to his ass uncomfortably as the witchers cock ruts between the cleft of his ass, if he's angled right the witchers can thrust so that the head of their cock press against his hole, his trousers the only thing stopping them from pushing in, and he can't help but clench, as if trying to goad the witcher to push into him and it's usually that which has the witcher come against him, soaking his clothes even further and some already passing through the slick fabric and stick to his skin.

He never given a chance to recover, when the first witcher leaves he has sexonds to move before a second is on him, bending him in a similar position to rut against him, and when they come against his hole Jaskier swears he can feel it in him, and he moans and grinds back wanting to push their cock deeper into him, to feel their come filling him like a good omega should be, before handing him to the next witcher to be 'bred'

#afterhours cw abo #afterhours cw breeding kink #afterhours cw dubcon

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afterhoursfic · 4 years

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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.

#afterhours cw somnophilia #afterhours cw noncon #afterhours cw dubcon #afterhours cw mind control #look I just love geralt/eskel okay #i love them as softies and dark as hell

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afterhoursfic · 3 years

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😍😍😍 Big kink of mine is ball worship, so having Geralt lick and suck at them is SO HOT. What if he tries to fit them into his mouth when they have pumped out enough of come, rolling them on his tongue and moaning around the sac like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. But what if gets just a little too carried away? He keeps worshipping those big, heavy balls without touching Jaskier’s cock and barely notices as they swell more and more and when he has come himself, hand down his pants and jacking it too those churning eggs, he realises he can’t pull away, the mass filling up his louth and trapped behind his teeth. Just imagine Jaskier’s cries as he tries to get away, teeth grazing his sensitive skin and pulling his skin tight until he realises he is fully stuck... having to jack him off and feel it soill all over his hair and back to get them free...

We're on the same brainwave anon, because as soon as I saw you say Geralt trying to fit them in his mouth I also thought about what if he got stuck.

Its probably near the end of the curse when Jaskiers balls are looking more normal, just a little red and swollen when Geralt begins to first lightly suck at his balls, groaning when he feels them stretch out just a bit as it fills with more come before sucking one into his mouth.

He figures it's safe enough to fit both in his mouth, and eager to be filled himself he fits fhem both in his mouth, groaning as they stretch his jaw and feeling Jaskier shiver above him.

He slowly starts teasing his tongue along the balls stuck in his mouth, feeling an ache begin to set in his jaw as he swallows around them, spit silling out of his mouth aa he tries to suck and roll them with his tongue, slowly thrusting his hard cock against the mattress until it feels like he's gonna explode working a hand under his pants and as soon as he wraps a hand around his cock, one finger brushing his own balls and he's coming with long groan which cause Jaskiers cock to twitch against him.

Its only when he's stopped coming and taken a last moment to enjoy the stretch of his jaw of the taste and feel of Jaskier so full in his mouth that he moves away, or tries too, only he finds he can't stretch his mouth any wider that trying to pull back causes his teeth to scrape along the thin, sensitive skin and have Jaskier cry out and jerk in him, a hand in his hair pulling him closer against his body to stop the feeling of his teeth.

He hadnt even realised Jaskiers balls had grown so much bigger, but mow that the high of orgasm was over it was all he could feel and he whined as he just felt himself being stretched wider to accomodate him.

There was nothing for it then but to wrap a hand around Jackiers cock, quickly jerking him off before he was shuddering through his orgasm and Geralt could feel the balls in his mouth pulse, groaned and worked his tongue along them again as he tried to coax more and more out and not think about the come that had spurted all down his back and was now pouring from Jaskiers cock straight onto his hair, never stopping as he kept working the man's cock.

Geralt keeps jerking him off, ignoring when Jaskier starts crying because its too much, his sole focus being just to work enough come out of him so he can move off of Jaskiers balls. He's not sure how long it took to work the bard enough for his balls to get small enough but its enough that hes debating whether to take swallow for the pain in his jaw and definitely not thinking about the thick line of spit that connected his mouth to Jaskiers ball, how they were still shiny with his spit and definitely not how he wanted to see if he could do it again

#afterhours ball worship #afterhours cw dubcon

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afterhoursfic · 3 years

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This is very unrelated to the whole abo thing but I just had the thought and couldn’t get it out of mu head!! Sorry!! But imagine Geralt ending up getting Jaskier cursed accidentally by pissing off some wizard and it makes Jaskier produce just so. much. come. It’s literally possible to feel his balls churning and pumping as they work in complete overdrive. Geralt is then tasked to try and milk it out of him, tying Jaskier down as he has to force orgasm after orgasm from him so his balls doesn’t literally explode. The time it takes for them to get away from the wizard is enough to have his sac swollen and almost double in size, stretched so taut Jaskier can’t even walk. But each orgasm is so intense and mindmelting that he can only do about two before he has to physically restrain the bard, the whole ordeal taking days to finish and Geralt just has to keep. pumping. his. cock.

Don't worry about it not being abo, I'll answer any ask I get and honestly I'm loving your idea anon. Ngl the idea of them coming a ridiculous amount of come is brilliant, thanks for blessing me.

At first it's just uncomfortable, Jaskier feeling a slight pressure and he can't help but squeeze and roll his balls through his pants to try and ease it but it just keeps getting worse until he has to stop walking and just cries out for Geralt to help him.

When Geralt pulls his trousers down his balls are so big and red and he moans when Geralt touches them, his skin so cool compared to how hot he feels and he can't help but whimper out a please as Geralt wraps a hand around his cock and starts jerking him off so fast and it feels so good he's coming in seconds, but it just goes on and on and on, even with his cock so sensitive it just drools out of his slit and makes a puddle on the ground in front of him.

Even when he's strung out, shaking with overstimulation his cock still leaks out come which dribbles down his cock. What he doesnt expect is Geralt to suck down his cock in one movement, his small pleas to stop falling on deaf ears, a rough hand fondling his balls, still so big and sensitive, briefly better after having come but he can't focus on much else with Geralt swallowing around his cock and soon he's coming again.

He expects it to be a lot shorter having come only a few minutes before but there's even more of it, so much come pumping out of his cock it causes Geralt to choke on it and forces him to pull away. He tries to wrap his fingers around the bse of his cock to stop it but it just keep pouring out in thick pulses, covering Geralts face and chest in his come and still having more and more dribble out.

The ache eases from his balls for a moment and he's able to right himself whilst Geralt attempts to clean himself up, but by the time they're ready to leave again, the pain has come back full force, the pressure so much he feels his balls are going to explode.

So Geralt has him up front on Roach, stroking his cock as they ride, a spare shirt under Jaskier to try and catch the come constantly pouring from his cock, soaking it in minutes and it just keeps coming and yet there's no relief, he hadn't even come for a third time and the slick squelch of Geralts hand on his cock was sinful.

By the time they arrive at an inn it looks like he's pissed himself with how much come and pre has soaked into his pants, he leaves Geralt to get the room and bolts there to avoid other peoples gaze. As soon as he's behind the closed door he stripping and tugging his balls as he strokes his cock, but its just not enough and he's whining in fury and frustation until there are hands on him pushing him onto the bed. He doesnt register anything but the hand on his cock and the shudder that passes through him as he comes, soaking the sheets in seconds, but when he goes to clean himself he finds his hands are bound to the head posts.

He's not given an answer why, but he hasn't even come down from his high before Geralts jerking him off again, oversensitivity making him keen and squirm under Geralts hold as he comes again, the witcher praising him for how wet he is, how he's such a good little slut when he's begging with a hand on his cock, how pretty he is shaking and covered in come and how Geralts going to keep him pinned for days until he's wringed every last drop of come from him.

#afterhours cw dubcon #i have no idea what to tag it as but it is beautiful thinking anon #just stupid amounts of come is like next level thinking #or ridiculously thick come like whaticannotshowyou has written

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afterhoursfic · 3 years

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Since you said that you were taking prompts for Eskel, how about something with somnophilia when he and Geralt were recent graduates of the Trials, before they headed out on the Path?

So this is both soft and kinda fucked up, so I hope you enjoy

They were to head out on the path tomorrow. A part of him wanted to be excited, to finally leave the Keep and its grounds, to get to see the rest of the continent and actually put his skills and blades to use, but as he looked at Eskel, sleeping in the bed beside him he couldn’t help but feel dread in the pit of his stomach.

He knew the statistics, that most witchers die in their first year on the path, and the thought that this would be the last time he would see his brother, his one constant in his already shitty life was like a knife twisting in his chest.

He knew the feeling, it was perhaps the only one he still felt, at least that was the same lie the leaders told him to spout, but there was no denying the love he felt for his brother. The only problem was that he couldn’t actually say it. He’d tried too for the past couple of weeks, and even tomorrow when they were forced to part ways, he knew he still wouldn’t have the courage to say it then, but he could show it though, even if Eskel wasn’t awake at least he’d shown his love in some way, and if either of them did die (Melitele forbid) he wouldn’t feel too uneasy about having said nothing to his closest friend.

There were several ways to show someone you loved them, namely big declarations or small gifts, but whilst he’d gifted Eskel with a new cloak that would keep him warm until summer, and small trinkets they’d gathered together over the years, but he felt it wasn’t enough. At least not enough to encompass how he truly felt about his brother, the man who had slept and fought by his side for years, who had been strapped on the table next to him during the first trials and had stood by his side when the other boys shied away from him and his newly white hair.

No, he was going to show his love the way people who were in love did, the way that the older witchers had tried to beat out of them at the sheer mention of it, especially between each other because in their line of work it didn’t do well to form attachments.

Despite their efforts he still knew, had heard some of the raunchy tales that other witchers told when they returned from the path for the winter, well at least he knew enough for tonight. It was with that he slipped out of his bed just after midnight, a vial of oil in hand as he slipped beneath the covers of Eskel’s bed and with a bit of careful maneuvering was spooned up behind Eskel’s back.

Whilst they had been trained to sleep lightly to never be caught off guard, it was their last night of actual safety for a long time to come and so everyone left in his class was taking advantage of it, not knowing the next time they will get a proper night’s rest, at least everyone but him.

He couldn’t help himself as he wrapped an arm around Eskel’s chest, pulling his brother tighter against him as he buried his nose into the back of his neck, enjoying the scent and safety Eskel always gave him, maybe he could talk to Eskel tomorrow and they could walk the path together, their mentors would rip their hides off if they knew, but they never had to know, he and Eskel just had to stay close enough so that they knew the other was safe and alive. He had half expected Renees to bring them into their office and have them be escorted to different parts of the continent given their relationship with each other but thank the goddess for small mercies.

After he felt the ache in his chest ease a little, he pressed a final kiss to Eskel’s neck and pulled away just a little so he could get to work. It was easy enough getting Eskel’s braies down to his knees and he spent a moment tracing his fingers over Eskel’s ass, feeling the muscle twitch a little under his touch and it made his breath catch before pulling one of his cheeks aside to tease his thumb over Eskel’s rim.

He wanted to wait, to fully show his affections but he was desperate as well, they didn’t have long left and he needed to get in Eskel, to show him how much he loved him, how he’d always take care of him. It was easy to push one oil slicked finger past Eskel’s rim, feeling no resistance as his brother slept soundly in front of him, it didn’t take long to push a second finger in, holding his breath as Eskel clenched around him and shifted a little in his hold.

Once he settled again, he pressed another kiss to Eskel’s neck, thanking him for being so patient as he tried to find the right way to express his love. It was easy to begin scissoring the two fingers already in Eskel, stretching him further whilst Eskel occasionally clenched around him with small hitches in his breath, telling him how good he felt.

When he slipped a third finger in he groaned into Eskel’s shoulder as his brother let out his breath in a way that almost sounded like a moan, and he took it for the sign it was, the two of them well versed in silent conversation now, and he slowly pulled his fingers out so he could slick up his cock and press the tip against Eskel’s rim, feeling him clench around nothing yet as if begging him to finally give them what they wanted.

Slowly he began to push his cock in, stopping his movement whenever he felt Eskel clench around him, waiting with bated breath for his brother to relax around him again before slowly pushing forward again, biting his lip to stop himself from kissing and biting at Eskel’s shoulder and marking him like he so wants too.

When his hips are finally pressed against Eskel’s ass, his brother still rhythmically clenching around him as he adjusted and he was practically panting with the need to just start thrusting, to fuck Eskel within an inch of their lives because that’s how deep his love went for him, but he deserved better, especially as he was being so willing and open for him now.

He started by simply grinding their hips closer, moving his free hand from where it was still pressed against Eskel’s chest, holding them together for the last time, downwards to begin stroking at his already half hard cock.

When he felt Eskel’s cock twitching to hardness in his hand he began to pull out his cock a little before thrusting back in, just small movements that gradually got bigger until he was outright fucking Eskel, the wet slap of their skin, although muffled by the blanket, echoed around the room and would be obvious to all who heard it. He also couldn’t help but feel a small bit of pride at the thought, that if any of his other brothers woke up they’d be able to hear them, hear his love for Eskel, and a small part of him wanted them too.

He didn’t know how long it had been since he entered Eskel’s bed, could have been hours but it felt like minutes and he could feel the edge coming closer with every thrust. He angled his hips a little to try and get deeper, to make sure Eskel would feel it tomorrow as a reminder of his affection, but with it he made Eskel practically jolt in his arms and let out a strangled moan. He stopped dead waiting to see if Eskel was awake and what his reaction would be, but there was nothing, and so after another minute or so of barely breathing he ventured a hand back down to Eskel’s cock only to feel it limp in his hand and given the warm, sticky feeling of it, could feel the come covering it from where he had just come.

He groaned as he began thrusting again, desperate to finish himself now and it’s when he brought his hand up to lick at Eskel’s come covering it, the first taste of it earning a deep groan before he spilled inside Eskel with a deep thrust, slowing his movements to ride out his orgasm before spooning up behind again, breathing in deeply the scent of them together, something heady and right that had his cock twitch in interest again.

With a final kiss to Eskel’s jaw, he made to pull away, in fact, he’d only pulled half his cock out before he felt a hand on his arm, warm and firm and made him pause as fear struck him at the possibility that Eskel would hate him after this.

The hand stayed on him though keeping him in place before Eskel turned a little to face him, eyes still closed as if he was fighting sleep, and with a deep voice, hoarse with sleep he heard Eskel telling him to stay. He would almost be embarrassed at the way his heartbeat rose a little, and he knew he’d been caught at the smallest smile curving Eskel’s lips, but then Eskel’s tugging at his arm, pulling them back together again and more firmly telling him to stay before his deep snores began to fill the room.

He would never be called a weak man but for Eskel he would do anything, and so that night he stayed.

#afterhours cw somnophilia #afterhours cw dubcon #feel a bit meh about it #but kinda like fucked up geralt thinking that's best to show love and that's just right cause eskel wont mind

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