Pool party

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader, omc x f!Reader

Author's note: PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS, this one is really dark! This is not for everyone, so please DO NOT ENGAGE if you are triggered by non-con content! This is fiction and reading or writing dark fics does not mean that I (or you) condone this type of behaviour. SA is a terrible crime and if you or someone you know has suffered this please make sure you get the help you need. That said, the ones who enjoy such content, I hope you like the story.

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!

SMUT MINORS DNI, NON-CON, porn with enough plot, penetrative sex, unprotected p in v, manipulation, coercion, reader is chained (non-con), overstimulation, choking/breath play, degradation, cursing, rough sex, oral sex (m receiving), kinda weird Stockholm syndrome, very dark Joel, perv Joel, voyeurism, power imbalance (Joel has a gun), age gap (unspecified, but reader is an adult), Joel slaps you in the face once, Joel is playing sick games you should not be enjoying

Summary: You never really intended to seduce Jesse, you just wanted to have some fun playing around with him. After a night out you end up in your neighbours pool. When said neighbour, Mr. Miller, finds you there he decides to get Jesse what he craves so badly. In the end he really likes to watch and he can have you afterwards.

PS: Yes I will go to hell for this.

The cool water hugs your hips as you lean back onto the pool deck and look up to the moon. You smile. You are having a great time. Jesse surfaces next to you and shakes the water out of his curls. He looks at your profile, eyes trailing down to your breasts quickly, before he shily glances up at your face with puppy eyes. Your smile turned into a smirk. 

You had this guy completely under your spell, and it had been so easy! A wave and a wink from your garden when he drove past on his bike, a few glances of your cleavage, a short skirt riding up when bending over to water the plants and he melted like butter in the sun. You knew he’s had a crush on you since high school, so that probably helped. Back then you had never wanted anything from him, even though you had noticed his longing glances following you and your girlfriends down the school hallway some days. You were a good girl then and while he took up work you went to university and away from your hometown after you were both done with school. You hadn’t thought about him not even once, not until you came back here two weeks ago after finishing your studies. You had a few months to spend in your southern childhood village before you would move yet to another city for your new job, and while you loved the hot summer weather and spending some time with your parents, it was also a bit boring. You reconnected with some old girlfriends and went to the local bar the first week, but both were in relationships, one pregnant and the other with a one year old toddler, and they didn’t really have time for you. You missed the busy city much faster than you thought you would. Maybe also the anonymity it provided, so you could go on your little adventures… Honestly, it was very boring here and there was a clear lack of interesting men. So, when you saw Jesse riding by you just wanted to have some fun. 

Not that you planned to seduce him really, he was just so easy to fluster, and you had to admit it was an amusing game, keeping him waiting and dreaming about you. Did that make you a bad person? Hmm maybe a bit. But the temptation was just too great, who could blame you? You didn’t dislike Jesse. He really tried to be nice. He was very timid, had always been. Better with his hands than his words. Cute, but a bit boring. Just like your hometown. Apparently not much had changed in the few years you had been away. He was still a quiet, polite fellow, working as an electrician. Tall, slim figure. Cute brown curls. And longing puppy eyes. 

You had asked him for a coffee catch-up, where he appeared in his nicest shirt and with flowers, obviously wildly misinterpreting the situation. But you didn’t say anything. You didn’t promise him anything either. You had a nice if uneventful afternoon. He suggested lunch the next day, which you accepted as you had nothing better to do. He had hung at your lips the whole time and looked quite disappointed when you started chatting to and finally invited the couple at the next table to join you, who you realized were old friends from your basketball team. 

Out of pity, you asked if you could take him to the pub two days later, to make up for it. After a few drinks you felt like dancing, but he resisted, too shy to follow you on the small dancefloor, even though his eyes were clearly fascinated by your skin-tight outfit that you might have chosen just to drive him crazy. You moved towards him, put your hands on his knees to convince him to stand up. His gaze got caught in your cleavage, but he shook his head. “Let’s get out of here”. You shrugged, a bit unnerved, but followed him out. He’s walk was funny and you realized he was trying to hide a boner. Oh my, he must be so desperate you thought to yourself, hiding a laugh. 

You could have been honest and tell him not to put his hopes up, but you had too much fun riling him up. Mostly because it was just so easy. Stepping out of the pub you took his arm, pressing your boobs into his side and smiling up at him. “Where are we going now?” You had walked to the pub, no need for a car in this town. It was shortly after midnight, but the heat of the day still hung heavyly over the streets. You stepped out of your pumps to walk barefoot down the empty road, leaving the pub lights behind you. “We could go to mine” Jesse suggested hopefully. Nah, not happening you thought. But you didn’t want to go home just yet either. Looking down the road ahead you got an idea. “Hey, let’s do something crazy” You looked up into Jesse’s wary face. “What about we go swimming?” you suggested pointing at the house ahead, the one just before your own home on the street. 

Your neighbour, Joel Miller, had a big pool you always had been jealous of. He let you use it as a child when you were playing with his daughter, Sarah, a few years your minor. But Sarah had headed off to university as well by now. You had greeted her father just yesterday when he was passing by your garden with his truck. He had barley acknowledged you, only sparing you a short nod. 

You remember liking him, even developing a crush on him during your teenage years. He was good looking, strong arms, tanned and bulky from his work as a builder. You used to spy on him through a hole in the hedge when he was doing works on the house or in his garden. For years you had wanted to get into his pants, but didn’t know how to approach him. He never looked at you, never really saw you. So you had to make due with some photos you took secretly from your hideout in the hedge. In your favourite you captured Joel showing off his abs when wiping sweat from his forehead using the hem of his shirt. He always seemed mysterious to you, in a fucked up, dangerous way. Like fire that you tried to catch even though you knew it would burn you badly. You looked at the photos, touching yourself, imagining his big calloused fingers in you as you came with his name on your lips.

But by all your fascination for him, he was also old, grumpy and choleric. Sometimes you overheard him shouting at Sarah or some people on the phone. When he was angry, he was like a bear gone wild: loud, destructive, violent. He was terrifying and normally you would not risk provoking his rage for any reason. But today, after a few drinks and being bored out of your mind, you were ready to take the risk of facing him, just to make Jesse a bit more uncomfortable. Also, you figured, at this time the old man probably laid in bed already. All the lights were off in the house as far as you could see. 

Jesse looked undecided. “Have you asked Mr. Miller if it’s ok to use his pool?” “Of course not, silly. He doesn’t have to know. Look all the lights are out. Come on, it will be fun! Are you not hot?” Jesse looked at you as you fanned yourself some air into the face with your hands, and you could almost hear his thoughts. Getting you into the pool meant you would be taking some clothes off… “But what if he catches us? He doesn’t seem to be a very nice person.” He still looked a bit concerned. “Ah come on, he will not notice! We just need to be a little quiet. Don’t be a coward”. You had stopped at the hedge of Mr. Millers garden and glanced around the corner. No lights, no sign of Joel either. To get to the pool you would have to sneak around the house. You grinned at Jesse and started to walk along the shadow of the tall hedge surrounding the property. Jesse sighed but followed you, head crouched down. 

On the other side of the house the pool lay still under the pale moon light. Two sunchairs were set up on the wooden deck, and all was safely surrounded by the thick hedge. Nobody would see or hear you from the street. Perfect. You stepped onto the planks and held your toe into the water. Heavenly. You beckoned to Jesse and turned your back towards him holding your hair up. You heard him gulp before he started undoing the zipper of your dress with shaky hands, from your neck all the way down to your lower back. You rolled your eyes at his obvious nerves. Has he never seen a woman naked before? You wrung yourself out of the dress and let it fall onto the floor. You wore a matching set of almost transparent black lingerie. Gracefully you stepped onto the edge of the pool, sat down and slowly lowered yourself into the water. You sighed when the coolness touched your skin. You had been sweating so much in the pub, and this was just perfect. You turned around and let your hair sink into the water, creating a perfect crown around your face. Jesse was still standing on the deck looking at you with wide eyes, as if you were a ghost. “Come on in. It’s heavenly” you said, your voice hushed, while crossing the pool in two short strokes. 

And here you were now. Jesse hastily got rid of his shirt and pants, almost falling into the water, still trying to hide his erection. Poor guy must have had half his blood in his dick for most of the evening now. You chuckled and finally looked at him as he settled next to you. 

“When was the last time you fucked at girl?” you ask him in the sweetest voice you could muster. “Eh I.. excuse me, what?” Jesse’s head goes from almost pale to red in under 3 seconds. “When have you last had a good fuck? You know, sex? Getting laid?”, you enquire without mercy. Jesse looks like he wants to drown himself. “Why are you asking this?” “Dude, you’ve been sporting a huge hard on basically the whole night and I have not even touched as much as your shoulders” you laugh. He looks away from you. “S’not how you think.” “Is it not?” You cocked your brows up. He takes a deep breath, and his puppy eyes are back on when he faces you again. “I just, I think, you…” another deep breath. “You are really beautiful.” It’s quiet between you for a short 2 seconds. Then you can’t hold back any longer. You snort from loud laughter. “Be quiet” Jesse nervously glances over to the house. His face looks pained when you see him clearly again through your tears of laughter. You feel a slight jolt of guilt but ignore it quickly. You take his hand. “I’m sorry Jesse. But, you are just not my type.” you say in a calmer voice, trying to bite back the grin. “But then why go out with me?” He sounds hurt and takes his hand away from under yours. You shrug. “Just having some fun. S’that not allowed nowadays?” “You are cruel” he says bitterly, pushing himself off the side into the water. “I’m out of here.” “Oh come on Jesse, grow up.” You go after him and catch him just when he tries to climb out onto the deck. You wrap your arms around his hip to pull him back down into the water. He turns around and you cage him against the poolside. He tries to push you away, but you are stronger holding onto the edge of the deck. “I’m done with your games.” He whines. You brush your legs against him and smile into his face. You lean in towards his ear. “Come on, we both know that you cannot resist me”. He blankly stares into your face as you reach down under water to grab the bulge in his boxers. “See?” You squeeze him lightly and he starts panting. You lean in as if for a kiss, but when he closes his eyes you make an escape by heaving yourself up onto the deck. Two fresh towels are spread over the sunchairs, and you quickly grab one to wrap yourself up. Jesse calls your name. You turn around with a wicked smile. He looks wrecked, pleading. You shake your head no, not happening. Jesse looks like he is going to protest but the words die in his throat as he looks at something over your shoulders. 

You turn your head and the blood in your veins freezes: Mr Miller stands behind you dressed in a bathrobe, anger radiating from his stern face. A cigarette hangs in the corner of his mouth and in his right hand he holds a pistol pointed at your head.

“Hi Mr Miller” you squeak while the older man slowly advances towards you, eyeing you up and down. “It’s me, your David’s daughter” you try to smile at him and extend your hand, hoping he would put away the gun. “Mhh” he grunts, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and ignoring your peace offering. “I can see that. And who is that?” He gestures to the pool with his head. “Just a friend.” you respond. “And what exactly are you doing here in MY garden, in MY pool?” His voice is low, dangerous and piercing, his eyes ice cold. You try to control your breathing. “Nothing, sorry sir, we just came to cool down after dancing. I should have asked, so sorry” you mumble quickly. You do not like Joel’s gaze on you. Even though you are still covered in a towel, his towel, you feel his eyes burning holes in it. “We’ll leave instantly, so sorry to bother, I’ll bring a cake later tomorrow, ok?” You try to remedy the situation, while Jesse seems to have lost both his voice and ability to move. Joel looks at him. “Out of the water.” he orders. Jesse doesn’t move. You scream a silent come on man! at him with your eyes. But he just squirms. “I… I can’t…”

“What are you talking about boy, get your dirty ass out of my pool right fucking now”. Joel is getting louder, and Jesse understands he has no choice. He climbs onto the deck, not looking into either yours or Joel’s face. Immediately the source of his embarrassment becomes very clear: He still sports a hard-on. You smirk with your head down. God you might be a bitch, but this is just too funny. Joel looks at him. 

“So that’s why you are really here”, he muses. “Trying to get a quiet place to fuck.” Both of you shake your head fervently. “No Mr. …” Joel steps in front of you, looming. “So then why is your friend’s dick up n’ready if not to fuck you, hm?” He looks at your frowning face, then looks back to Jesse. He reads the truth from both your faces. “Oh I see. So you” he points his gun at you “don’t want to fuck him”, he concludes and steps to face Jesse. “But you want to fuck her. Pretty badly. Am I right?”. He places the pistol under Jesse's chin, tilting his face upward. “Answer me.”

“Yes sir” he whispers. 

“Yes what? Why are you here again?”

“I am here because I want to fuck her” Jesse looks like he is going to cry. Joel takes a step back from him. “That wasn’t so hard was it. So, then what happened? She left you in there with blue balls?” Jesse nods, looking at his toes with a red embarrassed face. He is so pathetic is all you can think. 

Joel’s attention returns to you. He points his gun at you once more and your pulse hitches, even though you are quite sure he would not use it, right? His face is unreadable, less angry now, but still dark and unfriendly. You fear you can’t charm yourself out of this situation. “Hands up” he barks at you. Stunned you take a second to register the command. Joel waves his pistol upwards impatiently. You raise your right hand while keeping your left clasped in the towel, maintaining a modest cover in front of you. “Both hands, up now”. You stare at Joel in disbelieve. What is his point? “Don’t have all night, put your hand up god dammit!” You let go of the towel to lift your hand over your head. It falls on the ground with a thud, leaving your body exposed to Joel’s view. Your underwear is still wet and your nipples harden immediately in the light breeze. You register a dangerous glint in Joel’s eyes as he watches you. Hungry you think. Shit, you are in deep shit here. Fear starts to creep up in your body and settles in your core. What is this lunatic going to do to me? 

“Please,” your voice is way too high and weak “please Mr Miller, let us go. We’ll not bother you again, I promise”. He doesn’t react. Just stands there, puffing his cigarette while looking at you as if you were a piece of red meat. “Can see why you want to fuck her” he finally concludes and pulls at his cigarette. “Pretty tits, nice hips. Am I right?” Jesse nods hesitantly. “You know what, I am not one to ruin your night”. Joel gestures to the sunchair. “Lay down”. You don’t move. Your head spins. Your eyes are darting from one corner of the garden to the other, searching for a way out, but to run away you have to get past Joel. And you are not so sure anymore if he would shoot you or not. I always knew this guy was fucked up.

Joel seizes your right wrist and violently pulls you to the sunchair. Pain shoots through your shins as you fall onto it. Joel pushes your shoulders down and your head slams onto the wooden chair frame. “Sit still”. He takes two cable ties out of the pocket on his robe. Why on earth does he have these on him? You stare at him without understanding anything until he slides one over your right hand and the armrest. Before you can react, he tightens it and the plastic cuts into your skin. “No”, you shout, “what are you doing?” “Keep quiet and sit still” His hand comes down onto your face, you hear the slapping sound and your cheek burns. It happens so fast that it succeeds at shutting you up. You stare up at him, frozen and speechless. You don’t dare fighting back as he chains your other hand to the chair as well. Nobody walks around with zip ties in his bathrobe just like this. He must have taken them from his house on purpose. He knew he was going to do this to you. You hear your blood rushing in your ears, everything seems fuzzy. Breath, just breath, you need to get your shit together! You try to calm your heartrate down. You unclench your hands and try to relax, breathing through your nose. “That’s right, be a good girl” Joel’s voice next to your ear sends shivers down your spine. You feel his breath on your cheek. Don’t look at him, just concentrate on yourself. You keep your eyes straight ahead, but you cannot block out Joel’s words as he is now talking to Jesse. 

“What’s your name”

“Jesse”

“Ok Jesse, here she is, all ready for you now. She can’t run away anymore.” 

Cold metal touches your arm and you jerk away, the ties holding you back and causing pain to shoot up your arms. Joel runs the barrel of his gun up to your shoulders, over your collarbone and under your chin. You open your eyes slowly. He stares at you with an insidious grin. 

“Come on, you can touch her now, she won’t bite anymore”. 

Jesse stands at your feet, eyes blown out by fear. Joel pulls the second sun chair over to himself, positioning it a meter away from you. He sits down, legs wide apart, still smiling and smoking his cigarette, gun lazily pointed at you from his knee.

You turn over to Jesse. He looks mortified. You shake his head at him. Don’t do it. But he is too afraid of Joel not to obey. He takes a few small steps towards your feet. You bring you knees up, trying to get as far away from him as possible.

“Come on boy, don’t be scared, she won’t do anything to you. She will be a good girl, right sweetie?” Joel sounds like he is enjoying this. Jesse breaths deeply in and out, as to prepare himself to do what he has to do. 

You lie there and feel helpless. Your mind has gone blank, there is nothing you can do about anything that is going to happen. As you watch Jesse approach, you start to tremble. His first touch on your knee feels like an electric shock. You look up to his face. It is pale and shows no emotion. Like a zombie. His fingers feel cold on your thigh and his gaze is transfixed on your body. He can’t even look me in the eyes. He pushes your legs to one side so he can sit down next to you on the chair. He looks over you, your hands, your arms, your belly, your chest. Until he finally arrives at your face. His eyes say Forgive me, and you almost pity him, but as he lays down next to you, you feel his hard-on poke into your hip. No, that cannot be true. He cannot be enjoying this. You turn your face to his with wide eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” he whispers. “No, Jesse, you don’t have to do this.” you whisper back. “Jesse, please, get off me” you whimper, eyes watery and burning. His hand creeps up your body and over your chest. He stops and grabs your breast tightly. You hear his laboured breathing right at your ear and he starts grinding into your thigh. Your mind wants to fight, claw, bite and spit at him, but your body has given up. You are limp, unmoving, tears streaming down your face. 

Jesse rolls on top of you, his head still at your neck, kissing you behind the ear. Fucking coward, you scream at him in your mind. But no sound escapes your lips. He humps into your lower body, his hand still kneading your breast. You cannot stand to watch this one more second. You close your eyes, breathing through your mouth to not smell his aftershave. A sound from your left reminds you of Joel’s presence. He sat up in his chair, dark eyes fixed on the pair of you, holding the gun in one hand, while he palms himself with the other under his robe. Fucking pervert. He sees your horrified expression and grins. 

No, you are not giving him a show, not for longer than needed. Jesse cannot handle you. If you play along, he will come in under a minute. It will be over fast. 

This is the first coherent plan your brain can come up with and it immediately gives you a glimmer of hope. I don’t want this. But it’s Jesse, it could be worse. You turn your head to Jesse’s face. “Hey, please, if we are going to fuck, at least kiss me properly first.” Jesse’s body tenses up as you speak to him in such brute language. But he gives in and raises his face over yours, the hopeful puppy eyes shining through his zombie mask. You do your best to soften your features, even though you cannot manage a smile. “Ok.” You think Jesse is more talking to himself than you. Timidly he closes the distance and presses his lips onto yours. They taste like chlorine from the pool and beer from earlier in the pub. You fight a gag reflex and open your mouth for his tongue. He licks into you and you lift your hips up to press on his. Come on boy, stop holding back. He moans and starts panting into your open mouth. 

“Take your pants off” you encourage him. He immediately follows your orders, sitting up on his knees, fumbling with the zipper and finally kicking them off to the side together with his boxers. His white body almost glowed in the moonlight. His member rigid and ready as he leans over you. You want to crawl away, but you all you manage is a few centimetres before the ties hold you in place. He starts dragging your panties, but you stop him. “No, Jesse, just pull them aside. Come on, no time, I want you now” Fuck you Miller, you’re not going watch me naked. Jesse is way too far gone to hear your false tone. With two fingers he pushes aside the black lace. If he had a brain, he would realize I am dry as a desert. Shit, I hope it’s not going to hurt too much. You see Jesse holding his dick to line himself up. At least he is not very big. “Spit on it” you tell him, this time in a sharp and clear voice. Jesse’s head shoots up at your demand. “Please” you add. He spits in his hand and starts lubing himself up. Thank god. You try to relax and brace for his intrusion. You can take it, just imagine it is someone else. Someone you like. Someone hot. You close your eyes as Jesse collapses onto you and starts pushing in, with grunts that remind you of a fat pig. Someone hot, come on now. It was not that easy. Your ex comes to mind, but you never really enjoyed sex with him. Some one-night stands you had were gorgeous, but you couldn’t really remember how they looked. You felt Jesse sliding deeper into you. It burns, but it’s still tolerable. Come on, there has to be someone. 

You clench your eyes shut and your mind creates a picture. A picture of a man that was familiar, that you had fantasised about many times before. 

No, nonono, not now, not him. You gasp and open your eyes, but close them again fast as you see Jesse face distort as he feels you clench on his dick. The man appears again before your inner eye: Joel Miller, in every detail, as if if he was burnt into your eyelids. You see his stern face, his fuzzy salt-and-pepper hair and beard, now slightly more grey then the last time you imagined him like this. It makes him look more serious. His eyes are cold, but with this hungry look that terrified you so much earlier. His jaw clenched, chin slightly up, he stares at you, condescendingly. You see his broad shoulders and muscular builder arms with visible veins. You always wanted to touch those, grab onto them while he fucks you. Shit, why do you want him so much?

You turn your head sideways, away from Jesse’s moaning to look over to Joel. He has opened up his robe and is clearly stroking himself, getting off at you being claimed and overpowered by another man. His thick thighs are spread wide apart. A sudden jolt of arousal courses though you and you feel how your pussy is getting more damp, with every stroke of Joel’s big hand.  Joel grins, he can read your emotions like book. Immediately you turn away. No, I can’t let him have this. He is crazy, a fucking pervert! He is enjoying watching me getting raped! you scolded yourself. But his image had turned you on enough so Jesse fucking you felt a bit better. If he would just touch your clit you could almost enjoy yourself… But no, you wanted this to be over fast.

“Come on Jesse, give it to me, fuck me harder” you hiss between clenched teeth. As he starts pounding you tense all your muscles as much as you can. Jesse feels you tightening and with a stream of ‘Oh god’s he pushes into you two more times before you feel him coming inside you. The sensation of his cum spurting into you and his sweaty hands and body on you immediately takes you back into reality and makes you instantly nauseous. You wriggle under Jesse’s now limp body, trying to throw him off you. You feel like you can’t breath, a lump ties up your throat. Jesse props himself up and looks down at your teary face. And finally, his brain seems to register what he has done. You see panic wash over him and he stumbles to his feet and away from you. He quickly finds his boxers and puts them on while walking away backwards, still looking at you with bulging eyes. “I.. I am so, so.. so sorry” he stammers, until he finally turns around and runs away. You want to scream after him. Coward. Pervert. Rapist. But you are still chained, still trying to stop yourself from vomiting. Still not safe. So, you keep quiet. 

You hear Joel getting up and strutting over to you. As he steps over your body you look up at his looming figure. The first thing you register is that he left the gun on the other sunchair. You feel relief, at least he is not going to kill me. But the second thing you see lets you shudder again. He is holding his big, fully erect cock with both hands in front of you. The head is red, engorged and fat, looking almost like a mushroom. Pulsating veins run along the shaft and down to his big heavy balls. He slowly fucks his fists, spreading dripping precum over his whole length. “Tsss, look at the mess the little boy left” he mutters, bending down to have a better look at your face. “And he didn’t even make you cum. Boys nowadays don’t have any manners” His breath smells like cigarette. You stare at him with all the hate you can muster. He laughs. “Don’t look at me like that. You brought this onto yourself, playing games all night with this poor guy. You don’t have any manners either.” He cocks his head sideways. “But tell me, who did you think of when he fucked you? Hm?” 

Shitshitshishit, how does he know? Joel stands back up and laughs again. “I remember you staring through the hedge at me when I was doing garden work. You seemed to enjoy the view. Am I not right?” He glares down at you. You stare back defiantly. His expression hardens and he slaps his hard dick in your face. “Answer me!” You try to hold back, but the tears are rolling down your face again. You feel embarrassed and exposed. “Yes.” 

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir, I was spying on you.”

“And why did you do that?”

“Because I thought you were hot” Your voice is almost inaudible.

Joel chuckles. “Well baby, today is your happy day where all your dreams come true. Because I am going to fuck some manners into you.”

It feels like your body did not know how to react to these words. You are horrified, scared, appalled. And at the same time, warm arousal stirs in your belly. It makes you cry even more, but Joel does not seem to like that. “Stop crying, I don’t want to look at a baby when I fuck your face.” He had opened up his bathrobe and you look at his toned chest, his belly rising with his breaths, the v lines you always found so sexy pointing down towards his big heavy member. You swallow hard, and once more try to stabilise your breathing. The tears slowly stop falling. 

Joel gropes your hair tilting your head back. “Open your mouth”. As soon as your lips part he shoves his dick down your throat. You try to swallow all of him, but as soon as he hits the back you start gagging. He pushes in even more and you can’t breath. You taste the salty and tangy aroma of the mix of his juices and sweat. When he yanks himself out of you, you wheeze and cough. “Fuck, girl you look like a proper whore with your mouth on my dick” He pushes his tip against your lips. “Now suck it”. He goes easier on you this time. But he is so big your lips hurt from stretching around him. And the worst is that his taste is not appalling to you, on the contrary, you want to lick his cock clean and him staring at you while you doing it is turning you on so much. You hate yourself when tingling starts to spread between your legs and you hate yourself even more when a whine escapes you when Joel circles one of your nipples with his fingertips. “Look at this little whore enjoying herself” he coos, freeing your breast from your bra and pinching your nipple hard. You groan from the sudden pain and his cock twitches in your mouth. Sick motherfucker. 

He retreats and picks up the towel on the floor. “Let’s make you pretty and clean for daddy to ruin you, shall we”. He sticks two thumbs under your panties to pull them down, but you kick his leg up to stop him. He dodges your knee and slams your leg back down onto the chair. He seizes both your ankles easily despite you resisting. He is way stronger than you. And that should really not turn you on so much. He forces your legs open and kneels down between them. “I said, let’s clean you up” he hisses between gritted teeth. He grabs your panties and rips them in two. Your pussy lays bare in front of him. Your folds glisten from your arousal and Jesse’s cum is gradually dripping out of you. “Such a mess” Joel repeats. He runs his thumb through your folds and it takes all your resolve to not squirm. Fuck, this should not feel good. All about this is wrong. Joel gazes up at your concentrated face and presses down on your clit, hard. “Fucckk” you hiss while jerking your hips up again Joel’s hand. He starts rubbing small circles and you want to scream. It feels so good. He gets faster and a hot coil forms in your belly. No, don’t come, don’t give him this. But you are helpless. The coil snaps and your body convulses as you inadvertently moan, from pleasure and embarrassment at once.

Joel watches as your pussy clenches down on nothing and a gush of cum flows out. He takes the towel, wraps it around his hand, pushes it into you with two fingers and starts to turn it around. The fabric is rough and raspy, and it feels like the outer layers of your walls are ground off. Your moan turns into a yelp. Joel keeps going until every drop of wetness that was in you is soaked up in the towel. He then yanks it out, lays it on you and rubs over your clit. You try to turn your body away, but his other hand is firm on your hip, you cannot move. Your insides feel as if you were internally skinned and the coarse material on your sensitive spot is too much. You cry out, but he doesn’t stop. He leans over you to reach your mouth and covers it with his hand to keep you quiet while his other hand rubs your clit through the towel. Your while body tenses up from the overstimulation and more tears fill your eyes as you try to scream against Joels hand. Your chest lifts from the chair, as he keeps dragging the fabric over your clit. Every nerve in your body firest and the world reduces to the painful red pleasure pulsating from the sweet spot between your legs.

The second orgasm hits you like a lightning. You bite into Joel’s palm, pain shoots through your wrist where the cable binders hold you against the sunchair as you pull on them. Violent spasms run in waves through your abdomen and you feel how a stream of juices shoots out of you and onto Joel’s towel covered palm on your mound. 

As you come down from your high your body goes limp, exhausted. Joel inspects the bite marks you left on his palm with intrigue, but his hands are covered thick skin from manual work and you did not draw a even one drop of blood. Then he lifts the ruined towel to his nose and inhales deeply while starting to fist his dick again. “Shit, baby, your squirting almost made me come on your tits.” When he looks back down on you his eyes had gone completely black. “I will fuck you now. And you will enjoy it, you hear me?” You nod and quickly add “Yes, sir”. He takes your wobbly legs and throws them on his shoulders, lifts your hips up and positions his hands to get a good grip. He lines himself up and pushes into you in one strong thrust. You hold onto the armrests you are tied to and your eyes roll into the back of your head as you are parted in two. He bottoms out with a groan, his balls slap onto your ass, and you try to remember how to breath.

“Fuck, baby, so tight” you hear Joel mutter as he retracts and slams back into you with full force. You wince, not able to muster any strength to hold yourself together anymore. You enter a trance-like state where you feel your body being rocked back and forth as if in slow motion, see how Joel’s head falls back, feel his fingers dig deep into the flesh of your hips. You see him fucking you from above, see the sweat running down his temples, and into his beard. You hear your bodies connect with wet slaps sounding like thunder as he enters you again and again. 

With a guttural grunt he pulls out and lets you fall back into the chair. Your consciousness returns into your body as he mounts you, pressing your legs down at your side to fold you in two like a jack knife. His face is now just millimetres from yours, you can feel his breath on your hot skin. “I know you want this” he breathes. You slowly shake your head, but he stops by digging three fingers painfully into your jaw. “You want me, and when I’m finished you go home, you go to bed and touch yourself thinking about me.” You nod very slowly. 

“Good girl. Now take my cock I want to come into your dirty pussy.” He grabs one of your breast and sucks hard on your nipple as he smashes himself back into you. The angle is so deep you can feel him in your gut. As he starts fucking into you, he hits the back of your cervix which makes you cry out loud. It both hurts and electrifies you. You pant, mouth agape, your pussy feels sore and wounded. Joel grunts, one of his hands wanders over your breast to your collarbone and closes around your throat. He holds you in place, slamming his cock into you directly hitting that perfect spot at the back of your cunt. You try to breath, but can only gasp. Your vision gradually goes dark as the lack of oxygen grows, your body arches up, all your muscles strung to breaking point. As another hard stroke hits your cervix, stars explode in front of your eyes and you clench down on Joel repeatedly, milking his dick. He groans forcefully and hot cum fills you once again, spilling over and dripping out, Joel’s cock pulsating rhythmically. He releases his chokehold on your neck and you desperately gasp for air while laying back down against the chair, muscle spasms running through your belly and legs. You close your eyes, feeling fuzzy in the head and exhausted like never before in your life. 

You don’t realize when Joel gets up and undoes the zip ties binding you onto the chair. Your arms fall down to the floor devoid of any strength. He covers you with the clean towel before walking off and enters his house.

You wake up a few hours later, cold and clammy, the garden and pool laying in complete darkness. You sit up and clutch the towel against your chest, fear running through every nerve in your body. But you see and hear nothing and nobody. Your heart rate normalises and very carefully you put your feet down one side of the sunchair onto the wooden deck. You look at your wrists. Deep red marks show where you had been chained just a few hours ago. You feel the panic again rising in your chest. I need to get out of here. Bent over and the towel pressed tightly to your chest you run towards the hedge. If you remember correctly there is a small hole where you can squeeze through to the back of your house. Yes, here it is. Half naked as you are the branches of the bushes leave scratches on your arms and back, but you don’t care. You hurriedly look for the extra key under the doormat of you back entrance and after some fumbling due to your shaky hands you manage to open the door. As quietly as possible you make your way upstairs to your room and close and latch the door behind you. Your mother doesn’t like you locking yourself into your room, but tonight you need the security. You fall onto your bed, pressing your face into your pillow, breathing the familiar scent and after many long deep breaths you slowly, very slowly, start feeling your body again. 

First you feel the cuts from the hedge, then your wrists start to hurt. And finally, you feel the wet stickiness between your legs. Your body starts to tremble as everything that happened, with Jesse and then Joel plays out again in your head. You cry, the pillow muting your sounds. You cry until you have no tears left in you. 

After the panic and dread had settled down you sit up and start cleaning your folds with your bedsheets. As you do that your view is drawn outside the window in front of you, to the pool in your neighbour’s garden. Joel stands there in his bathrobe, looking up at your room, your dress in your hand. You freeze and feel how your hand automatically starts massaging your clit. Joel’s voice echoes in your head “When I’m finished you go home, you go to bed and touch yourself thinking about me.” Lust pierces through you like fire. Fuck.

A Bard and a Witcher – Part 2

Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier x aFab!Reader

Summary: The morning after an eventful evening spent with Geralt and Jaskier you start exactly where you stopped the night before.

Warning(s): SMUT MINORS DNI, porn w/o much plot, fingering, penetrative sex (lots of it), unprotected p in v, threesome, dirty talk (both degrading and some praise, cursing), rough sex, size kink, belly bulge, oral (m receiving), she is not talking much but enjoys being used. A very slight hint of feelings.

Author’s Note: Not beta read and not an english native, so be kind if you find mistakes. Hope you enjoy!

Part 1 here

You fell asleep quickly after the two men had tucked you under the covers. Your body feeling limp and warm, you happily drifted off into dreamland. You only wake up hours later, when a sunray hits your forehead. You squint your eyes open, still feeling dozy and at first you don’t know exactly where you are. A bulky figure lays in front of you, blocking out most of the sun. Yellow eyes watch you intently. And they immediately bring back the memories from last night. You also register a body pressed into you from behind and an arm around your waist. Jaskier’s breath is deep and regular at your neck, he is still asleep. 

When the witcher realises you are awake a small smile lightens up his features. He extends his arm to put a string of hair that has fallen into your face behind your ear and rest his hand gently on your cheek. It is warm and big, extending from your jaw up to your temple. “Morning darling. How are you feeling?” he asks quietly. He is very close and even though his eyes and gestures are very soft and relaxed you are still intimidated. “I’m…, I’m great actually”. You sound sleepy and your voice is hoarse. From taking too much cock down your throat probably, your brain provides a reason. The thought makes you grin and a slight shiver of excitation runs down your body. The witcher is still looking at you. “You are very pretty” he states softly and his hand travels from your face down to your shoulders. He slowly slides down your arm, taking the blanket off your upper body and leaving behind a trace of goosebumps. You hum under his gaze and get more awake by the second. As he uncovers your bare breasts you try to cover yourself up by reflex, but he catches your hands and decisively puts them back down. “Relax”. You feel your cheeks redden a bit, but you loosen up. The witcher leans in closer, your faces just centimetres apart. You feel his breath on your skin and shudder slightly. You feel like you are laying next to a big wild wolf. He’s tranquil for now, but you know he could devour you any second. “What is your name”, he asks while interlacing his fingers in some strands of your hair. “Y/n”, you say, mouth dry and hypnotised by the yellow eyes examining your face. You feel like he sees directly into your soul. 

Geralt leans forward over your head and inhales deeply in your hair. “Mhh you smell as delicious as you taste sweet girl”. His eyes have a faint animalistic glint to them when he turns them back to you. You don’t know what to say. He looks so perfect, the sun lighting up his white hair. Mesmerized, and before you think more about it, you grab a strand and let it slide through your fingers. It feels like silk. Geralt looks amused. “I’ve never met a man like you”, you tell him without looking into his eyes. His broad chest is lightly covered in hair, adorned with his witcher medallion. You feel the urge to touch him, feel his heart beating to make sure he is real. He looks more like an angel in the morning sun, even though you are very aware that he is everything but. “They say that witchers can’t feel anything. That you don’t have emotions.” You shyly look back up into his face, looking for an answer. “Do you believe them?” he asks. You hesitate. “I don’t know.” You lean forward and rest your hand on Geralt’s hot chest feeling it rise and fall. He lets you caress him, watching your hand wander up to his collarbone and down his muscular arms. You trace a vein on his bicep. “I want to find out” you whisper. 

Geralt puts his hand under your chin, lifting you head up. For a moment you are trapped in his gaze, but you free yourself by closing the short distance and kissing his perfect lips. He tastes of wood and danger, deep and bittersweet. His teeth brush your lower lip and his tongue licks into your mouth, slowly but determined. Suddenly you don’t feel relaxed and cosy anymore, but restless and turned on. His hand comes up behind your head to hold you onto the deepening kiss. He has you breathless in no time and you moan softly into Gerald’s mouth. 

As you pull back to catch your breath, Jaskier, woken up from the stirring next to him, nuzzles his head into your neck. “Good morning sweetheart” he hums into your ear. “Can I get a good morning kiss too?”  You smile and turn your head to kiss the bards much finer lips. He tastes like wine and smoke, light and fun. You can feel his naked body pressed into your curves and his morning hard-on on your lower back. You grind your hips back into him. “Morning bard. Had sweet dreams about me?” you tease him. Jaskier chuckles. “You really want to start over where we stopped yesterday, hm”. His hand wanders from your hip where he had placed it, upwards to grab one of your boobs. “Mh so warm and cosy” he mutters. He looks over to Geralt who is still laying on his side silently watching the two of you. “Mind if I interrupt your make-out session?” Geralt makes an assertive gesture with his head. “Go ahead.” His voice has dropped, and heat is radiating from his body, you feel like bathing in it. “You look at me”, he orders you and takes your chin between two of his fingers. Naturally, you nod your head at the commanding tone.

All your senses are absorbed by Gerald’s yellow eyes and Jaskier’s talented fingers massaging and lightly twisting your sensitive nipples. You feel them hardening under his touch and start to pant, your mouth agape. The tingly feeling of arousal travels down your body and directly into your core. You feel wetness starting to pool between your legs and you wiggle your hips again into Jaskier’s cock, hot and flush against your lower back. The bard starts to move downwards, head nested at your neck, kissing and licking stripes up to your ear that make you shiver. Geralt’s eyes are fixed on the goosebumps appearing all over your skin. Jaskier pushes against your butt, and you angle your pelvis back so the head of his hot cock enters between your legs. With a light thrust Jaskier slips between your thighs that are slick from sweat and your excitation. “Mh look at you, all wet for us again” he licks at a very sensitive spot behind your ear making you shudder and your breath hitch. You close your eyes, but Gerald makes you open them again quickly. “I said, look at me” he growls, while yanking the blanket off your body completely. The cold air hits your sensitive skin and you suddenly feel very exposed. Jaskier is lazily thrusting between your thighs, holding your breasts in both hands. You can hear him panting and purring sweet praises into your ear. “Such a beautiful girl, could play with you all morning, baby.” He pinches your nipples and the pain shoots directly between your legs. You need friction, but Jaskier’s thrusts are just missing the one spot where you need it most. You clench your thighs together, which makes the bard hiss, but it is not really helping you. You look up at Gerald. “Please” you beg him. “Please what sweetheart? Do you need help?” The witcher has not moved from his sideways position from where he is studying your every move, all expressions, all your sounds. “Yes, please sir, I need to be touched”. “Where do you need to be touched, little lady?” He puts his big hot hand square on your lower belly, slowly travelling over your navel down towards the spot between your legs where the head of Jaskier’s red and swollen cock appears rhythmically. “Yes, down, please” you breath weakly. The witcher extends his long middle finger, caressing over the little curly hairs covering your vulva. He is agonizingly slow, enjoying the pained and eager expressions crossing your face. Finally, he enters between your folds, rubbing lightly over your most sensitive spot. “Here? Do you need to be touched here?” “Yes, ah yes sir” you moan between your teeth. Geralt looks deeply into your eyes as he starts drawing little circles on your clit. Your breath hitches, your chest rising and falling fast. The combination of Jaskier’s hot dick pulsating between your legs, fingers playing with your nipples and Gerald’s warm hand on your lower belly, massaging just the right spot between your clenched thighs, all under his watchful gaze, turns you on immensely. You start bucking your hips into Gerald’s hand, needing more friction, more pressure. 

“Let me have her”, Jaskier pants and grabs at your hipbone, dragging your ass backwards and changing the angle between your bodies. And with one quick thrust he is in you. The feeling of fullness is so sudden that you cry out loud. The bard pulls out almost completely just to slam back into you. Your moans mix with the slapping sound of naked bodies meeting with force. Geralt’s hand is still there on your clit, pressing down and drawing ever faster circles. The pressure on your bladder makes you feel like peeing. “I am, I am going to come” you announce just moments before your belly convulses and you clench your eyes close, seeing stars. You hear Jaskier gasp as he fucks you through your orgasm, hitting this sweet spot deep inside you with perfect accuracy. You moan and let the fire rip though you.

Two fingers on your jaw bring you back down to earth. Jaskier’s hand digs into your hips and your body is shaken every time he enters your soaked pussy. Gerald is staring at you, his own arousal now clearly visible in his face, lips tight and pupils blown. “Open your mouth” he commands and you follow obediently. With his middle finger he spreads your own juices on your lower lip before entering your mouth. “Now suck”. You do as your told, without taking your eyes away from his, seeing his gaze darken as you lick around his fingertip.

Your body is still rocked back and forth as Jaskier is chasing his own release. “Hold her still” he asks of his friend. Gerald withdraws his finger from your mouth with a plop to grip your hips in a stronghold as his friend starts pounding for good. You close your eyes and just give yourself to the feeling of being opened up again and again until you hear Jaskier start to breath irregularly and feel him twitch inside you. You try to grind your hips deeper into him, but Gerald’s grip on you makes any movement impossible. Every single one of his fingers will leave a bruise in your flesh. He is staring at your trembling breasts with heat in his eyes. Jaskier enters you one, two, three more times before he stalls, pelvis flush with your ass, and with a guttural grunt you feel his balls empty themselves. It feels so dirty and arousing at the same time, you moan loudly. After a few moments Jaskier collapses next to you, his now half-hard dick slipping out of you with an almost obscene squelching sound. You hiss from the loss as semen runs down your thigh. 

You are aware how Geralt is looking at you, his gaze burning your skin. “You like this, hm, getting fucked by this bard? Getting pounded properly?” “Yes”, you mutter, “like to be fucked by good dick.” You grin at him. “I can take some more.” “Is that right? You haven’t had enough yet?” In an instant Geralt is on top of you, weighing you down heavily and taking the air out of your lungs. You try to touch his bare chest but he pins both your hands down at your sides before licking a strip from your throat up to your ear. You can feel his huge bulge and try to buck your hips up into him. Fuck, you want him so badly. Geralt moves his mouth down to your breasts and takes one of your pesky nipples between his teeth. You cry out, the sensation almost too much. The witcher brings up a knee between your legs. His thigh presses into your mound as he grinds into you. The juices coming out of you soak through his thin clothing. “Dirty little whore hasn’t even dried up and already wants to fuck again” Geralt mutters, sending shivers down your spine. He sits up onto his knees and looks over you. The wild wolf is ready to devour you now. 

Geralt kneels between your legs, clearly enjoying the view of you squirming under him. With one of his long fingers he catches a stream of Jaskiers semen slowly dripping out of your cunt. He looks at it closely, then holds it in front of your face. “Taste”. You stick out your tongue to lick the glistening white from his finger. It tastes salty and tangy. “Good girl” the witcher growls and finally moves to undo his pants. As he shoves them down his thighs his erect member springs free, big and prodding. Precum has gathered on the tip and long veins run along it. You want to trace them with your tongue. Your mouth feels dry and your stomach flutters from anticipation. Geralt lowers himself down and very slowly drags his member through your wet folds. “Mh please, Geralt” you try to entice him. But he just lubes up his dick and sits up again. He starts pumping himself lazily with one hand while eyeing you from above. You are so turned on, your skin feels like it is set on fire and it takes all your resolve to not grab at the witcher to try to pull him down towards him.

Jaskier, who had been recovering on the other side of the bed has turned his attention to the action again. “Get behind her” the witcher says over your head in his direction. A naked Jaskier climbs behind you, his hair still moist from sweat, with a grin on his face. Your head comes to rest on his chest as he sits against the bedframe. The bard immediately takes both of your breasts into his hands. Grabbing from below he brings them up to squeeze them together. “Such fantastic tits, m’lady” he whispers into your ear and kisses your neck. You cannot respond as your mind is caught up in watching Gerlat slowly fucking into his big hand while his dick somehow grows even larger and redder. Your pussy clenches in anticipation. “Please” you try your best puppy eyes on him, “I need to feel you inside. Need to be stretched and used. I need you to use me”. Your begging seems strike a cord in the witcher. Gerald leaps down onto both of you, grips your ankles and puts them up onto his shoulders, your lower back now elevated and just Jaskier holding you in place. Geralt’s pulsating member prods at your entrance. “I will show you what a perfect toy you are, whore” the witcher growls and finally, finally enters you. He still doesn’t slam, but it’s forcible enough for you to feel an almost painful stretch. Your mind goes blank, and you only realize that you have been crying out as you gasp for air. 

You are pressed into the bards torso as Geralt truly starts pounding into you. You hear him grunting and his face has lost any semblance of being human. He more than ever looks like a wild, furious animal. He grabs one of your wrists and pushes your palm onto your lower belly. “Do you feel me filling you up? Hmm, feel how I fill you all the way to your gut” “Yes sir, I can feel you” you answer weakly. Geralt grunts and presses your hand down hard onto where your belly bulges as he slides in and out of you. You wine from the extra stimulation, your head is spinning ever faster. You feel Jaskier’s hardening cock against your backside while the witcher is over you fucking the air out of your lungs. Jaskier snakes his hand down your body and finds your clit. Your whines become ever louder as the searing heat starts building in you. You come within seconds, crying out loudly. Your stomach visibly clenches, your whole body shakes as the fire spreads from your lower belly into every corner of your being. You feel your pussy flooding and it washing over Geralts cock and drip down over your ass. Sweat makes your body glide against the one below you as you are rocked up and down by Geralts thrusts. Jaskier is desperately rutting up into you while holding you tight against his frame. You see stars and your ears are ringing when you feel first Jaskier and then Geralt finding their releases. Hot cum shoots both into and onto you. Jaskier moans into your ear and you can feel Gerald’s cock twitching inside you as he empties himself into you. The aftershock spasms in your lower belly make you moan his name for what feels like an eternity. 

Your back is wet and sticky, but you couldn’t care less. Jaskier holds you in a tight but soft embrace while your breath and heart rate are coming down to normal. Geralt has collapsed forward above you, but is holding himself up on his arms, head down and white hair spreading around your midsection. His cock is still inside you, softening slowly. Nobody moves, only heavy breathing can be heard for a while. You never want to move again.

Geralt lifts his head to look into your eyes asking a silent question. You smile weakly back at him. Yes, you are ok. In fact you are great. Just perfect. Afterglow spasms of the hardest orgasm of your life are still running through your body. You clench down onto Geralt and he glides out of you. You hiss at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Geralt cups your face and leans forward to kiss your forehead. “Well done little lady”. You heart and body are warm and a big wide, drunken smile is plastered over your face. 

Jaskier stirs below you and you slide down his right side. “I guess these bedsheets are ruined anyway” the bard states as he starts to dry his chest and belly off all the fluids that made their way between your bodies using the blanket. It takes another 5min of you colleting yourself before you sit up onto the bedside. A half-clothed Geralt helps you up on shaky legs to walk you to the fire where the men had put a pot of water to heat. They help you clean yourself with a hot towel. You smile at them. It is nice being cared for so gently. Geralt caresses your hair and cheeks. His sweet gesture at odds with the intimidating armour and sword he is putting on. “Thank you” he says finally after he made sure you were string enough to stand on your own again. “We have to leave now, heading up north. But we might come back in a few weeks.” You grasp his strong arm. “I will make sure to get word of your arrival” you say leaning your head into Geralt’s big palm. Jaskier, hugs you from behind. “We wouldn’t want to miss you!” He places a big hearty kiss on your cheek. “I might compose a song about you!” With this he lifts up the packed bags and makes his way downstairs to saddle the horses. 

Geralt still kneels before you. His thumb caresses over your lips as he gets up. He places a kiss on your hair. As he turns around to leave you hold his arm back. “You know, I think they are wrong.” Geralt turns his head with a questioning face. “I think witchers do have feelings. At least one does.” Geralt nods slowly, turns around and leaves with what you think might be a little smile.

A Bard and a Witcher – Part 1

Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier x aFab!Reader

Summary: You were after some fun when you made your way to the inn this evening, and boy did you find it. Both the bard and his witcher friend are more than happy to satisfy your desire.

Warning(s): SMUT MINORS DNI, porn w/o much plot, fingering, penetrative sex (lots of it), unprotected p in v, threesome, dirty talk (both degrading and some praise, cursing), rough sex, size kink, belly bulge, oral (both f and am receiving), she is not talking much but enjoys being used

Author’s Note: This is my first fic, so I hope it is up to standards... Not beta read and not an english native, so be kind if you find mistakes. I have a second part almost done (bc I am a horny mess for these two...).

You didn’t know what you were getting yourself into walking towards the inn this night. You were just looking for some distraction, some fun for a change. A good looking stranger, some beer and maybe even a dance. But now… 

You didn’t see the witcher in the corner at first. You sat at the bar listening and laughing at the bards’ songs. He was young, good looking. His name was Jaskier and he looked exactly like what you were after. You’ve thrown him some looks that made him almost stumbled over his words. 

“A short break to water my throat” he announced shortly after and he walked up to you at the bar, grinning sheepishly. “You’re funny” you complimented him. “And you look… breathtaking” he replied with a dramatic gesture, eyeing you up and down. He extended his hand to you “Jaskier is my name.” His gaze got stuck on your breasts. You smiled and leaned a bit more towards him to grant him a better look into your cleavage. “Y/n.” You moved to the side to make just enough space at the bar so he could squeeze in next to you.  “What brings you here bard?”, you asked as he took his place and grabbed a pint of beer from the barmaid. Your arm touched his lightly and you felt the warm feeling of excitation building up in you. “We’re on the way to Cintra.” “Cintra, hm. That’s a long trip. Who’s we?” you asked innocently.

He nodded over his shoulder to the darker part of the inn. Sitting there was a big, bulky figure, a grey hood over his head, long white hair spilling out from under it. You couldn’t make out the face clearly. When you squinted your eyes to see the stranger better he suddenly looked up and golden eyes stared directly into your soul. Your heart missed a beat and your breath hitched. The bard must have taken notice of your reaction as he let out a laugh. “That’s Geralt. Geralt of Rivia, I’m sure you’ve heard of him?”. Without taking your eyes off the man you nodded slightly. “Yes, yes I have heard of him.” The yellow pupils bore into you. A weird feeling bordering on fear stirred up in your chest. It made you want to run away. Your legs tensed, but you kept staring back captured by the tension in your connection. Slowly you felt how this tension sank down into your lower belly and straight between your legs. Your thighs were pressing together now to create some friction as your arousal grew quickly. You gasped and tore your head away to look at Jaskier. “You travel with Geralt of Rivia?”. You sounded more out of breath than you liked. But Jaskier didn’t seem to notice. “Yes. We share a wonderful journey and friendship” the bard stated proudly. You tilted your head and blinked, a picture being painted in your head. A filthy picture involving the bard, you and a witcher.  “Is that the only thing you two share?”, you asked quietly. The bard stared at you dumbfounded. You looked at him through your lashes. “You share a room here?”. “Yes, it’s cheaper. But why..? Oh, ah” Jaskier seemed to finally grasp what you were asking. “He would never interrupt, I’ll make sure of that.”, he said reassuringly. You caught his hand which was nervously fidgeting with a coin and used it to pull him even closer to you looking him deep in the eyes. “What if I want him to?” Jaskier stared back, swallowed dryly as he considered the idea.

It’s not like he had never thought of it. Sometimes he spied on Geralt when he was with a woman, listening to her moans, his ear pressed to the door of the room. Or trying to peak through the keyhole. He knew the effect Geralt had on women and was jealous of how easily they fell apart for him. Maybe having him there would make for a good learning experience. And if it was what he had to do to touch this beauty here… Slowly he leaned back on his chair, then cleared his throat. “Ehm, I ehm have not done.. I’ve never…” his look went to Geralt who’s eyes were fixed on you. “Your his friend, right? Surely you can convince him” You started drawing slow circles on his hand with your finger. You heard Jaskier breath in and out and felt how he shimmied in his seat, you weren’t sure if it was his nerves or signs of arousal. A look up at his face gave you an answer. His eyes sparkled with lust now. “So you are that kind of girl, hm? One man is not enough?” His voice had acquired a slight rasp and his gaze was now shamelessly fixed on your breasts. You grinned and shrugged “I just like to have fun. And you..” you grabbed his shirt to pull him close, pressed your lips on his surprised face and slightly bit at his lower lip before releasing him again “…look like you’d love some fun” you grinned. Jaskier’s face was flushed red and he looked breathless. Just how you liked your men, you thought with a wide smile. He stood up from his chair and leaned against you. You could feel his hard bulge through his pants pressing into your thigh. “Give me a moment”. You watched while the bard made his way to his witcher companion. He started whispering into his ear and Gerald’s gaze wandered back to you. His face did not show any indication of emotions, neither interest, nor lust nor rejection. You felt your cheeks redden under the scrutiny of the yellow eyes as your heart started to pump your blood faster. Geralt turned his head to Jaskier but you couldn’t see what kind of response he was giving his friend. You felt high or tipsy, even though you had barely drunk half a glass of beer.

Jaskier made his way through the crowd back to you. “Come with me, now” He took your hand and almost violently pulled you out of your seat and towards the stairs leading to the first floor. You looked back over your shoulders and saw Geralts eyes following you both with an unreadable expression on his face. You smiled at him while Jaskier dragged you up the stairs towards their room. From the corner of your eye you spotted the Witcher slowly getting up from his chair…

The door crashed shut behind Jaskier and he immediately started kissing you sloppily with his mouth wide open, tongue asking for entrance into your mouth. You pressed yourself into him, kissing back fiercely. His hard cock pushing and pulsating into your lower belly. His hands were nestling with your dress, trying to pull down the sleeves. He finally succeeded on one side, pulling out your breast. Your nipple hardened immediately in the cool air. He turned you around and held you from behind with both arms, breathing hot air into your neck. “S’that what you wanted little whore? Hm?” Instead of giving an answer you ground your hips back into his hard-on. You felt how slick started to pool between your legs. Jaskier pinched your nipple between two fingers and made you moan. That same moment the door sprang open. Geralt filled the whole doorframe. Both you and Jaskier froze for a second. You looked up at him “Here to join?” you finally asked when none of you dared to move. The two men looked at each other for a few seconds before Geralt stepped into the room without a word and closed the door behind him. One more step and he stood just centimetres away from you. You could feel heat radiating off his body in waves. “How does she feel?” he asked Jaskier in a low growling voice. You felt a jolt of arousal moving down your spine when he finally looked at you. Jaskier had managed to get your other tit out. “She feels great, I mean, look at them” he grinned at his friend from behind you and groped and squeezed your boobs. “Was so eager to get both of us on her. I bet she is wet for us already. Can you help me out here and get her clothes off?” “She is wet like river”, Geralt stated while putting his hand on your hips. “I can smell it.r” With a hard tug your dress slipped over your body, fell to your knees and you were left in your soaking undergarments. One of Jaskiers hands immediately started travelling over your belly downwards leaving a trail of fire on your skin. Geralt brought his hand up under your chin to tilt your head up and you sank into the stare of his yellow eyes. “I could even smell you down there in the inn. Such a needy little whore”. His other hand grabbed your now free breast just as Jaskier’s slipped under your waistband.  A long finger plunged into your dripping wet pussy while Geralt’s calloused fingers brushed over your nipple. You moaned loudly and your hips started bucking all by themselves. Sandwiched between the two men you felt so turned on you couldn’t think straight anymore. Trying to get as much relief as possible you ground down on Jaskier’s finger. It was not enough. You needed more. Geralt grinned, reading your pained facial expression exactly right. “Give her one more, this whore wants to be stretched out properly” he instructed. Jaskier immediately complied. But even two of his delicate fingers did not go deep enough. You panted and bucked your hips against his hand inside of you. “Hm, let me help” Geralt pushed the underpants down to your knees before cupping your cunt and Jaskier’s hand on it. His huge hot palms easily engulfed both. You let your head fall back onto Jaskier’s shoulder breathing hard. Both men were looking at you intently while Geralt slowly added his finger to Jaskier’s into your pussy. You let out a groan as you felt it going deep and brushing at just the right spots. You could feel an orgasm building up. “Ah fuck” you muttered as the men started to pump into you. Their movements were not very coordinated and slow, but the feeling of both of them pushing your walls while fondling your breasts and Jaskier licking your earlobe was too much. You clenched down on the men’s fingers as your orgasm hit you. Your kneeds became wobbly and you fell back into Jaskier who let you both collapse onto the bed. 

The sudden loss of the fingers inside you made you hiss. Jaskier turned your head around and kissed you deeply, taking your breath away. Meanwhile, Gerald took a chair from under the table by the window and put it down in front of the bed. You felt limp in the afterglow of your orgasm, sinking into the sheets as Jaskier wriggled out under you. You watched him take off his boots and shirt, then his pants. Turning your head to the right you directly looked into Geralt’s devouring eyes. He sat in his chair, wide-legged and still fully dressed. His eyes scanned every millimetre of your body while he palmed himself over his pants. Your eyes went wide, that bulge looked really big. The witcher once again read your expression perfectly. “Jaskier will open you up. So you can take me like the good whore you are” he growled, adjusting himself in his pants. The arousal that had subsided a bit now slammed back into you, both at the witcher’s sight as well as Jaskier climbing back onto the bed. He was now fully naked, his cock standing erect in front of his body, dripping from the tip. Your mouth watered at the sight. The bard buried his head in your neck to bite at your shoulder. This sent a shiver down your spine and you arched your back up to meet his body. His stiff member pressed into your abdomen. “Please”, you whisper “please”. “Please what little lady?” Jaskier licked your ear. “You want to feel me inside you?” “Yes, please”, you pleaded, your cunt clenching around nothing. Jaskier sat up, straddling your belly, looking down at your face. His member laid hot and heavy on your belly, slowly leaking sticky precum on your skin. He spat in his hand and started pumping himself while you squirmed below him, trying to get some friction where you needed it most. His cock was not the biggest you’ve ever seen, but long and slightly curved upwards. You wanted to touch it. Picking up some precum from your belly you replaced Jaskiers hand to stroke his cock. He threw his head back with a loud moan. He reached behind himself to find your clit. Rubbing small circles, just as you had done on his hand earlier, he had you panting and writhing beneath him in no time. His chest was heaving and your fingers felt like ice and fire when they scratched lightly over his abdomen. There was no way he could wait any longer. He lowered himself onto you, sucking on one of your nipples and lined himself up, slightly nudging at your entrance. You squinted your eyes shut at the feeling. You needed this, so badly. You locked eyes with the bard when he finally slid into you, slowly but steadily until he hit your cervix at the very back. You both let out a cry of ectasis as he bottomed out. You gripped his shoulders while he slid all the way out, just to slam back in again. From there he buried his face on your side and started to buck his hips into you fervently. Rocking up and down, you glanced over to Geralt. He was still sitting in his chair watching the scene intently. But his hand was in his pants now, slowly stroking his still covered dick. “I want to see it” you mouthed at him, unable to form actual words as white heat pooled in your abdomen every time Jaskier hit that spot deep inside you. You watched, fingernails digging into Jaskier’s arched back, as Geralt unbuttoned his pants, slowly and unhurriedly, and his member sprang free. It was big. Big and fat with an enlarged red tip and clearly visible pulsating veins. You almost blacked out from that sight alone while Jaskier’s rapid rhythm and grunts started to send you over the edge again. 

You yelped at the sudden empty feeling and your orgasm died down, your hole fluttering and clenching around nothing. You looked up at Jaskier now straddling you again with watery eyes. “Why?” you managed to stutter. “Wanna come into your mouth, whore” a sex-drunken Jaskier replied. “Slide down” He pushed you downwards towards the foot of the bed. Your calves dangling from the bed your face was now in front of Jaskier’s cock which had slipped between your breasts. With both hands you pushed your heavy breasts up to cover his member completely as he started to slide back and forth between them, lubed up by your juices. The angry red head, still slick from your juices, peaked out from your cleavage rhythmically and you stuck out your tongue to lick it. Jaskier gasped and pushed himself up even more. You opened your mouth to take him in. The angle was shallow but you blew your cheeks and sucked hard.  “Ah fuuck” Jaskier cried out quickening his pace once more. Another sound filling the room caught your attention and you saw Geralt slowly stroking himself from the corner of your eyes. You didn’t think you could get any more turned on. But the tension from the orgasm you were just denied still lingered in your belly. You desperately needed some relief. You tried pressing your thighs together but that took you nowhere, everything being way to slippery from Jaskier’s and your fluids. You couldn’t speak with Jaskiers dick slipping in and out of your mouth so you started wining instead. Jaskier was way too absorbed watching his cock slide between your tits and disappearing into your mouth as to hear or care about your misery. But Geralt did.

You realized he had gotten up from his chair when he pulled at your feet to drag your ass way down to the edge of the bed. Jaskiers cock was now directly above your face and he was piercing it down your throat. You tried to swallow as much of him as you could without gagging. His moans became quicker and louder and it was clear he would not last much longer. You opened your eyes you had closed in shock when Geralt had moved you. In-between Jaskier’s thrusts you could just see the other man, nacked from his hips downwards, standing at the foot of the bed looking down on you. You opened your legs wide to give him a better view. A deep thrust of Jaskier brought tears to your eyes and left you gasping for air, so you didn’t see Geralt kneeling down onto the floor. He took in the sweet scent of your pussy, now so strong it overpowered even the fire burning in the corner. He had smelled it from the moment you had entered the inn. This beautiful woman, flirting both with him and his friend with not much more than looks. A pretty whore who could not get enough dick. He would need to show you what it meant to be properly satisfied. As much as you seemed to enjoy Jaskier, he knew that only he could give you what you really needed. Looking up at your face covered by his friends ass who was pushing into you, his cock jolted. It was such a dirty scene.  The sounds you made left him feeling dizzy from arousal. And your scent, god… he turned his attention back to your cunt, bringing his nose closer to breath it all in before putting his hands on your thighs. You felt him licking a long stripe over your slick covered hole all the way up to your sensitive bud, which made you jerk and groan into Jaskiers dick. The man over you now sounded desperate and you brought up your hand to massage his balls. That finally undid him. After a last brutal push down your throat you felt him tense up and he emptied himself into your mouth. You caught the warm liquid on your tongue and tried to swallow as much as you could. You almost choked on the cum when Geralt sucked your clit between his teeth. Jaskier collapsed onto the mattress next to you. You looked over a small string of semen ran down over your cheedk from the corner of your mouth. “God fuck, this woman is the death of me” the bard moaned, breathing heavily. Geralt laughed into your pussy which made you gasp. His big hands dug into your flesh as all your muscles tensed up in anticipation of another orgasm. You heard Geralt’s lapping sound as he drank up your juices, which should have been embarrassing, but only drove you closer to the edge. The moment his big finger entered you it was over. With a cry you arched your back, eyes only seeing white, your hands fisting the sheets for dear live. The witcher worked you through this one with his mouth slow powerful strokes of his finger, pitying you after your last release was denied. 

And here you are now, covered in a fine layer of sweat and semen looking down at the white wolf as he licks his fingers clean of your juices. He takes his shirt off over his head and throws it into a corner. Fully naked his figure is even more imposing. And his dick is so. big. Fuck, how are you going to take all this? The slight feeling of fear creeps back into your still heaving chest, mixing with the lingering arousal. “On your knees whore” the witcher commands with a low growl. You are already spent, not sure how to move. Jaskier is still laying a few inches next to you, watching and again toying with his flaccid dick. Apparently, you took too long to react. Big strong hands grip your midsection and you are thrown onto your belly. “On your knees” the witcher growls again. You scoot back onto your knees, all your legs and arms shaking, both from exhaustion and excitement. Geralt grabs your hips on both sides and pulls you backwards to the edge of the bed. A burning slap echoes through the room and you cry out as a hot sting covers your buttcheek. “You do as I say or you get punished” Geralt snarls. You take a look over your shoulder. The witcher towers over you, it’s both frightening and turning you on. “Yes sir”, you stutter frantically trying to hold yourself up on all fours. Your task gets easier as Geralt’s grip on your hips gets even stronger. “Such a beautiful pussy” he grunts “asking to be filled up”. You’re panting in anticipation. “Please”, you whisper. “Please what, whore? Use your words!” His yellow eyes are burning with lust now. “Please, please fuck me, Geralt, I need it so bad” you cry. “Not had enough yet, hm” His huge tip is prodding at your entrance, the stretch already sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You shake your head “not enough, sir.” “Hm, we better make sure to fill you up then” he says and finally starts pushing into you. You’re grateful he’s going slowly. Your walls burn as he steadily pushes in his thick girth splitting you in half. You hiss and he groans loudly. “Fuck, so tight. Such a perfect pussy. M’gonna ruin it for good” the witcher mutters, watching as his cock disappears into you. Mercifully he gives you a few seconds to adjust until you start circling your hips, grinding back into him. “Insatiable, that’s what you are, an insatiable whore” he says with a smirk on his face. He pushes in the last centimetre, his pelvis now flat against your ass. You can feel his heavy balls on the back if your thighs. “You want me to fuck you, whore?” All coherent thoughts have left your head as you sit there speared down on his dick. The only thing you manage is a quick nod and a pleading look over your shoulder. And that’s all that’s needed for Geralt to drop his last inhibitions. With a loud groan he snatches his hips backwards to push into you again full force. You cry out and land on your elbows while your hips are held up by Geralt’s strong arms. He thrusts into you again and again and you see stars. “That what you wanted, hm? More dick? Does this fill you up completely now?” His pace is relentless, your walls being literally attacked every time he buries his cock in you. Your mouth is agape, shouting loudly every time he enters you, violently hitting your cervix. “Yes” you cry, “So good. Please. Need. To cum.” Your vision blacks out. You feel how Jaskier fondles your hanging breasts while every thrust catapults you nearer to heaven. “Yes, come on my cock, let me see how good it feels to be finally satisfied” Geralt groans and with a loud, long shout of his name you come.

The witcher doesn’t stop. He fucks you right through your high, his eyes squinting from pleasure as you get even tighter clenching his dick, trying to milk his semen from him. But he’s not done with you yet. As you come to your senses you are once more picked up and thrown onto your back this time. Geralt is above you, his white hair falling into your face as you are gasping for air like dr owning person. His hand finds your clit and he starts rubbing it with his thumb. You almost jump at the feeling, being way too overstimulated. You try to writhe out below him but his huge body is keeping you in place. Your eyes fill with tears, you can’t take it, you shake your head. “So you finally had enough?” Geralt asks but he doesn’t wait for you to answer but pushes back into you hard, making you gasp. You feel sore, your body too tired to do anything else than lie there. You cling onto the sheets while your breasts are rocking up and down with his rhythm. You hear a moan and watch how Jaskier is stroking himself feverishly next to you. The veins on his arms are standing out, from how hard he is fisting his dick, his face contorted into a grimace of pleasure. He bucks his hips and cries out while a short spurt of cum shoots out of him. It’s all he has left after you milked him with your mouth. His dick feels like it’s burning, and he palms it lightly, coming down from his high, watching how Geralt thrusts into you at a punishing pace, making the bed move in jolts. Slowly he gets up to heat some water over the fire.

“Look at me”. Geralt yanks your head back forward to face him. He sits up and puts your legs on his shoulder. “I’m going to finish you. Until you can’t think anymore.” He pulls you towards him violently, his cock once again taking up all of you. Your eyes roll back into your head. Your mouth is wide open but can’t make any sounds anymore. The new angle is even deeper, something you didn’t think was possible, and you feel like your soul is being ripped from your body. You can see yourself from above being devoured by the witcher, your sounds reduced to a weak whimpering. Geralt leans forward, folding you in half. You feel so small under him, like his toy. You can feel his balls slapping against your ass, tensing up. He’s almost there. His rhythm gets more choppy while he’s chasing his release. Looking down on your body he sees the outline of his cock on your stomach every time he fills you up. “So. Fucking. Good. You take me so good, such a good whore” he mutters, his hand pressing down on your belly, felling himself pushing in and out of you. The pressure is way too much. With an animalistic cry that doesn’t seem to end and only faintly sounds like “Geralt” your body convulses. Every single muscle in you twitches, your walls strangling the witchers cock, asking it to finally release its seed. One, two thrusts more and Geralt finally starts to come apart, eyes closed, shooting white ropes into you, painting your walls. You gasp, hands clenched around his wrists as you feel him twitch inside you for what feels like an eternity. Then he collapses on top of you, taking your breath away. You try to move him, but your arms are void of any strength. His warm cum is slowly dripping out of you as his dick softens inside you. 

Geralt moves and you frantically gasp for air. He moves his hair out of his face, looks down on you and runs his thumb along your bottom lip. “Well done kid” he says warmly stroking your sweaty forehead. Jaskier strides over, halfway dressed already and hands him a warm wet cloth with which he starts to clean you up carefully. You feel a wide smile stuck onto your face while the warmth of the bed and Geralt’s hands on you lull you to sleep. You feel the two men tuck you in and arms that embrace you in a hug before you pass out completely.