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how about monster form dettlaff and monster fucker eskel. maybe eskel gets in over his head with a beast and dettlaff has to change form with the face and claws and wings to save him. maybe he tries to fly away after because he thinks his witcher will be repulsed by him, but instead he smells horny witcher. his favorite. damn, you for making me love these two soft assholes! i am already too deep in rare pair hell. monster loving hoe eskel for the win!!!
You have muttered the ancient words hoe Eskel and now you have my undivided attention.
And that is the perfect concept. Eskel reassures Dettlaff that the contract is fine, he's done it before etc. But he knows something isnt quite right.
Surprise the villagers lied and even with the small reconnaissance Eskel he did he still got totally the wrong monter and is underprepared for it but it's already spotted him and now he's fucked.
He gets whacked around a little bit before theres a roar and then the monster looks scared before its ripped off of him and now theres a giant, hulking beast with claws and wings and Eskel feels like hes doubly fucked until he catches Dettlaffs scent.
It's over in seconds frankly and Eskel is just a mix of grateful and horny af at the show of power, at how easily he can kill and maim in his higher form and he doesn't even think before he's palming his cock through his pants hoping to get a round in before Dettlaff befors he changes back.
It doesnt go quite to plan, he swears Dettlaff is about to leave, head bowed in shame before Eskel whimpers out a 'please'. That catches Dettlaff's attention andnit takes all of three seconds before he has a higher vampire in front of him sniffing at his neck and chest, all the way down to his cock, mouthing at it, even ripping at the clothes with his teeth to try and get to his cock.
Eskel lets him to do it, lets his clothes get torn off of him with teeth and claws and getting the odd bloodied scratch that Dettlaff will likely tend too later, but right now the vampires senseless with it, drooling almost with a low snarl in his throat when Eskels laid bare in front of him.
He gets a glimpse of Dettlaffs cock like this, it's fucking huge, and theres no way to do enough prep for him to take all of it (well there is but they're both too horny to wait and do it). All he has is sword oil but right now he doesn't fucking care he just turns around and leans against the nearest to show off to Dettlaffs who looks as if he's barely holding himself back.
Eskel makes quick work of opening himself, he's just teasing his thumb in alongside four fingers when his arm gets pulled away and Eskel shoved to the floor and the hulking form of the higher vampire mounted on top of him. At first they're both mindless in need and desperation, Dettlaffs cock is leaking pre all over Eskels back, soaking him with it and he knows it's going to please a primal part of Dettlaff that wants to possess him.
Eventually he manages to get a hand back to work Dettlaffs cock into his hole and then its just blissful pain, feeling so so so full that he almost comes on the spot, and then when Dettlaffs cock brushes against his prostate he does come and shudders and cries out through it whilst Dettlaff holds him a bit tighter through it.
Now that he's a but looser, but still clenched tight around Dettlaffs cock, that when he starts to move in quick, short thrusts. Eskel has never been so thoroughly fucked in his life, held open and fucked like a toy all whilst Dettlaff tries to cling to him and bite his claim onto his neck and back.
They're both mindless and exhausted after, Eskel is literally cock dumb, even though his stomach aches and is obviously swollen with all the come in him he wants to go for another round and when Dettlaff moves away from his ass he quickly starts to mouth at the head of his cock. Its too thick to fit any of it in his mouth so he has to content himself with wet licks and kisses and jerking him off with two hands before he comes, Eskel does try to get most of it in his mouth but theres so much, clearly an intent to breed and fuck isnt that a thought, and its Dettlaff who has to pull away before Eskel tries to get fucked by him again.
Dettlaff stays in his form and flies them back to their camp, as soon as they land Eskels pawing at him again and relly theres not much he can do against a horny, determined witcher, not that its a hardship fucking such a perfect ass.
Its then Eskel starts rambling about being bred, says he wants to be fucked just like this every night and that his balls must have been so sore and aching from not having a nice hole to fuck and breed. That triggers another primal part of Dettlaffs brain, the one that thinks mate, and with Eskels shouted encouragement Dettlaff spends the next few hours fucking him stupid, even when he's a whimpering mess and limp on the ground but still groaning out encouragement.
When theh are finally done Eskel is quite literally wrecked, cant even move from where Dettlaff leaves him, bent over on the grass, hole gaping wide and leaking come down the back of his thighs, not that it helps because Eskels stomach looks visibly swollen, enough that it'll take days before all the come spills put of him. Thats if Dettlaff doesn't thouroughly fuck him again which he has no intention of doing.
And then theres just so much sweet aftercare of Dettlaff taking care of and cleaning Eskel, both of them touching and holding his swollen belly when they curl up to sleep.
#afterhours cw monster fucking#afterhours cw come inflation#afterhours cw breeding kink#just the two of them loving each and every part of each other#maybe dettlaff even encourages eskels monster fucker side#lets him get knotted on a fiend which is hot af but also makes him unbelievably possessive when hes sees eskels slightly swollen belly#bless you for indulging me anon these bois deserve to be sweet with each other
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Aww yeah! dettlaff/eskel needs to be a thing. ok, so geralt and regis stumbling into one of D and E's marathon breeding orgies. geralt is shocked to see lambert there, riding D's tail like its a cock and sucking on E's titties. he's even more shocked when he sees that all the rampant fuckings and E's desperate need to be bred has made him start to lactate. E smells fertile and pregnant and it is driving everyone crazy. G turns to regis to ask/beg, but he is already turned and looking hungry...
Oh! I almost forgot! for the witcher/vampire/lactating orgy prompt. there must be a scene where are 3 witchers are kneeling before the vampires sucking and licking there cocks while they and it has to end with the exhausted witchers in a cuddle pile while the vampires are wrapped around them like big scary cats. because what is a filthy orgy without a soft end? nothing i tell you. btw, you are awesome!!!
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Bless you anon.
Eskels just moaning into the fgroand whilst Dettlaff fucks him quick and hard, Eskels belly is already swollen and thersa a clawed hand constantly going to pet it. Meanwhile Lambert makes the prettiest picture of dssleration, just tdying to hump and fuck himself on anything he can and Dettlaffs tail is almost as good as a cock.
It's probably Lambert that starts Eskels lactating because he always commented on how big his belly was, making jokes about when he was due but now he's just as obssesed with it. Likes to pinch and squeeze and nip at his nipples until they're puffy and swollen, likes to pretend that maybe Eskel could produce milk which has the other two horny af.
Maybe even Dettlaff becomes obsessed with it seeing how much Eskel enjoys it when Lambert does it. Maybe someone slips something into Eskels food, maybe its just his body meeting some sort of demand but one day Lambert sucking at his nipple and then he chokes a little and pull away.
They all panic a minute because they think something happened but fhen Eskel sees the bead of milk on the corner of his lips, can't helo but kiss it off of him befors Lambert's diving down for more.
Thats how Geralt and Regis find them, with Lambert sucking at Eskels tits, Eskel whispering filthy promises and begging to be bred full of come and eager, possessive snarls from Dettlaff that say he definitely wants to fuck hin full of come and breed his pretty hole.
The worst part though is the smell, mainly sex and come and sweat, but theres also a lighter scent, one often smelt on young brides and new mothers of fertility and the sweetness of milk. And Geralt wants.
He just has to look at Regis, see how dark his eyes are, his teeth just a little sharper when he bares them, no doubt smelling what he is too and craving. All they have to do is share a look and then clothes are torn off of him and he's shived beside Lambert befors Regis is promising to filk him up just as much as Eskel, wants to watch them pad around with swollen bellies and leaking tits and Geralt swear hw could come just from that image.
Maybe Regis even fucks Lambert with his tail as well, either gagging Lamvert so he has something to suck on and so he doesn't drink all the milk, or fucking him senseless on both of their tails.
And also you've got me imagining kinda vampire bukkake now, just the witchers soaked in come, and it should be gross but all they want to do is mark their skin with it, let everyone and every thing know who they belong to. And afterwards everyone just in a big puppy pile whilst lasts a few hours to just allow the witchers to recover befoee they get fucked stupid again.
#afterhours cw monster fucking#afterhours cw lactation#afterhours cw breeding kink#afterhours cw pregnancy mention#afterhours cw come inflation#when they're sleeping the vamps like to grind their cocks into them and work themselves up and it's the hot rush of come that wakes them#afterhours cw somnophilia#kinda not really
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Okay but Regis as Geralts sugar daddy and Dettlaff as Eskels.
Just Geralt and Eskel being absolutely spoiled and doted on and happily spending half the time on their knees warming their cocks or getting fucked into a mattress.
Also Regis and Dettlaff are very happy to watch Geralt and Eskel spend some time together and put on a show for them. Maybe even hypnotise them a little, it doesn't really take or last long on them but they will play it up and do whatever they say anyway.
But I'm highkey into Dettlaff/Eskel now because they bith keep to themselves, shunned by society and just feel they'd like to live alone in the country together. Also Dettlaff going off on anyone who's horrible to Eskel? Yes please, also monsterfucker Eskel? Who will very happily get fucked in Dettlaffs true form is also sending me.
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Monster fucking hoe eskel is my new jam!!! Let's get some transformation sex in here though. Eskel and detlaff are fucking in the woods and he is in his human form. Some creature or human stumbles on them and dettlaff transforms to scare them off, but he is still inside Eskel!! It's not completely so eskel isn't hurt. But after that eskel begs for dettlaff to do it completely but Eskel wants to do it in front of a mirror, so he can watch it happen. 😉
You're speaking my language anon.
Its not love making this time, its desperate and quick and rough and they've both gor bruises and marks on them from how rough they are, but they're both gone, just trying tk get fruction on each other and just finally come that they don't even notice the nekkers approaching.
Its only when the monsters are almost on them that thsy realise, but whilst Eskel tries to reach for his sword, Dettlaff just transforms. Really all Eskel sees is teeth and claws and big wings stretch out, he hears the screech of the nekkers but he doesntcars because his eyes are watering and his toes curling at tge stretch of Dettlaffs cock in him fetting bigger and bigger.
Eskels swears he's going to be split in two and its just puching in all the right places that he doesn't even need a hand to get himself off, just comes on the stretch of Dettlaffs cock. Its not long before he transforms back but Dettlaff quickly goes from shame to a smirk when he sees the xome splattered on Eskels chest.
Hell Eskel almost comes again when Dettlaff says that wasn't even a full transformation, half at most and that he ccould split him on his cock, bigger than his forearm and thicker than his fist.
Its only when they arrives somewhere safe and hidden that they try it, after finding a decent sized mirror to fuck in front of first.
Eskels glad for his witchers stamina, because whwn both in himan form he comes just at the sight of them together, at the adoration in Dettlaffs eyes. He comes a second time watching Dettlaff transform over him and feeling the stretch of his cock, and both comes and passes out a minute later when Dettlaff fucks him with it.
He wakes up a little bit later to Dettlaff fucking him senseless, he kets a clawed hand steoke his sensitive cock until he has to groan out a fourth orgasm, and his cock tries to valiantly get up again when Dettlaff come in him.
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Oh, but imagine Detlaff and Regis, both in higher form, trying to fit into Eskel at once. Sharing his ass or spitroasting him, while Geralt begs for his turn, or sucks Eskels cock.
Anon you are killing me over here.
Eskel would be desperate for it, hell they'd all be desperate for it and Geralt especially to see Eskel get thoroughly wrecked but the vampires do have an upper braincell handy and know it'll take weeks bwfors Eskel can think of taking them both in his ass.
Doesn't stop Eskel from mouthing desperately at evefy inch of Regis' cock he can reach and it is one of the messiest and best blowjobs Regis has ever gotten and okay maybe both him and Geralt envy Dettlaff a little for being able to fuck such a talented mouth.
I can just see them tying Gsralt up next to them, force him to force and just hump the air trying to get any friction and whining so pretty when he gets nothing. Maybe Dettlaff has a little toy, no bigger than 1 or 2 fingers thats just slowly fucking Geralt, maybe even matches the pace he sets and its torture being fucked so rough, quick, and dirty and not feel the thick weight of a cock splitting him open.
But Geralt will definitely get his turn, after he's cleaned up all the come over Eskels face, chest, and dripping out of his ass. Hell he even has the pleasure of Eskel sitting on his ccok briefly, feeling how loose and fucked open he is and knowing he'll be the same soon has him coming before he can try to stop himself.
#afterhours talks#afterhours cw monster fucking#eskel and geralt in a competition to see who can get thsir mouth fully around their vampires cock.#spoiler they both win because when they do it their vampires last barely a sexond before coming down their throats
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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 :)
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When Geralt had told him that he got a contract for a rare and practically unheard-of monster, Jaskier immediately agreed to join him. He ignored all of Geralt’s protests that it was dangerous and that he might not even be able to best it but that did little to waver his excitement to see something new and powerful and will earn him a cozy winter in a noble’s palace when he writes a song for it.
Geralt is insistent though, and just gets grumpier and more bothersome the longer Jaskier says he plans on coming along, so he gives in, tells Geralt that he will stay back on the promise he gets the most detailed recounting of events and the witcher just snorts as he nods his head yes.
It’s enough for Geralt, who the next day simply gives him a warning not to leave the makeshift camp as he heads into the woods. Jaskier probably waits all of a minute before he’s following after Geralt, did he really think he would just sit around and miss this once in a lifetime monster? His witcher was a bit dimmer than he first thought, but oh well, it helped him out now anyway.
It’s almost too easy to follow Geralt’s trail deeper into the woods and he can’t help but scoff when tonight over dinner he’ll tell Geralt off for how obvious his tracks are, how a child off the road could follow his steps and get caught in a monster blood bath. Overall, not a good picture or outcome for said child or Geralt, the fact that it’s all hypothetical is irrelevant, it could happen so that was that.
Jaskier groaned when the solid forest floor turned damp and soggy and started to soak into his shoes, his feet sticking a little more into the ground with every step until he was hopping around trying to stick to firmer ground, he will definitely be telling Geralt off for not warning him about the swamp part.
He didn’t notice that Geralt’s tracks had stopped, or the movement that just skimmed the nearby water’s surface as he tried to figure out a way to get out of this swampy hell hole.
When something brushed against his leg he jumped, but when he looked and saw nothing, he penned it off as an errant bush, despite the fact there was none around. When it happened a second time, this time stroking up his thigh, Jaskier froze, but again saw nothing and was half tempted to call out for Geralt. He was just about to turn back and find a way around when something grabbed his ankle and pulled him up into the air.
Something caught his head before it smashed into the ground, but he was too busy screaming to notice as he felt more things touching him, skirting under his shirt and trouser legs that left him wrestling to break the monster’s hold as he screamed for it to stop, screamed out for Geralt, for anyone to help him.
His cries were answered by the monster stripping his clothes off and leaving them tattered on the forest floor before it forced his legs open wide, leaving him vulnerable and exposed as his wrists were held up so it could continue to stroke and suck at his skin. The tentacles, because that’s the only word he could use for them, suckled at the skin on his abdomen, causing the skin to bruise a deep red and purple already as they moved up to latch onto his nipples.
His attempts to try and break free were stopped by something slick and warm enveloping his cock, causing his back to arch into the monster's hold and the creature to hum in pleasure, a sound more terrifying than anything else as it shook the trees and echoed around the empty forest.
The most terrifying part was that his back was to the creature, he hadn’t even seen it yet, and yet he was being forced to spread his legs wide under its scrutiny. For half a moment he dared to dream that this was it, that some horny tentacle monster had grabbed him just to get him off for its food or something, before leaving him to try and run back to camp and not be the creature’s dinner as well.
Apparently, that thought was nothing but a dream as he felt something begin to tease at his hole and then something thin and long slipped inside and far too deep as it stroked inside him. He felt something squirt inside of him that was both hot and cold at the same time, that had him shifting in the creature's hold, to pull away or force the tentacle deeper he didn’t know and didn’t want to find out. Even when he clenched around it just so he could enjoy the way it filled him up, he swore he could feel it in his throat for the god’s sake, but that would stay with him to the grave.
He didn’t notice when the smaller tentacle slipped out, he just tried to enjoy the tight, wet heat around his cock to ignore how empty he felt, how he felt his hole twitching as if trying to clench around something that wasn’t there, yet.
He only realized he was whining when the creature pulled away from his cock, leaving just his legs and arms held firmly in place, how he couldn’t stop the small whimpers that escaped his throat as he realized how empty and desperate he was. So desperate he couldn’t even pretend to be disgusted when he looked down and saw his cock hard and leaking, could just tug at the arms holding him to try and spur the creature into action.
Thankfully, he was saved from outright begging the monster to fuck him as he felt something thick tease at his hole, pushing in a bit before pulling away, and rationally Jaskier knew he should be scared because he could swear it was the size of his wrist, never mind the fact that it was a monster fucking him. Yet even then he found himself letting out small whimpers and tried to move in the creature's hold and closer to its cock? Tentacle? Whatever it wanted to fuck him with, he was desperate for anything at that point.
He could have cried when slowly the tentacle, definitely a thick and impossibly long tentacle, slowly pushed into him, rattling his breath as it pushed deeper and deeper that he could feel it bulge his stomach. He wanted to touch it, to feel the heat of it through his skin and the way it pulsed, barely restrained from fucking straight into him, but his arms remained bound because he knew if he felt it, he would be gone, ruined for anyone, well anything, else and running through the woods trying to be a monster’s bitch wasn’t exactly a well-paying job.
For a long moment, nothing happened, and he was partly grateful because it allowed him to catch his breath, to clench around the creature's tentacle and truly feel it stuck deep inside of him when suddenly it moved, just a small thrust out, then in, that had all the air rush out of him, only to choke himself on the next breath when it sank back in again.
He couldn’t say how long it went on for, just that it was the most beautiful and agonizing torture, that he could come just like this if the monster moved a little faster, and he wasn’t afraid to beg for that now, eager instead to be a nice little toy for the monster as long as he could just come, and a couple of times after that for good measure.
When he felt a bulge at his hole, he assumed the monster was fucking deeper into him and he briefly thought of what it would be like for the tentacle to push all the way through him until it was choking him at the back of his throat, not mentioning how thick it would be in his ass. Now he really couldn’t hold back his shout as his cock twitched and spurted out come in front of him, unable to keep the dopey smile off his face as the monster fucked him through it, and he couldn’t even be upset when his cock stayed flushed and hard against his belly, if anything it just made him more desperate for the monster to just take so he could get off and be left weak, and messy, and dripping in come.
Only once the hazy bliss of his orgasm left him and he could focus on the tentacle still fucking him impossibly deep, he realized the weight he felt at his hole was now thick and heavy inside him, threatening to spill out of the monster’s tentacle, and gods Jaskier wanted to hold his stomach when it happened, but he felt the tentacle give a rough thrust and a growl from the monster behind him before the thing forced its way into him.
It was a solid weight inside of him that he could feel with every breath, hell he’s sure if the tentacle weren’t filling out his belly, the object would, and the feeling of it in him would get him off if his attention weren’t distracted by a second weight at his hole. He relaxed as much as he could to help the monster get it in him faster, clenching here and there when it seemed as if it got stuck to try and help it along, and he could swear he heard the monster purr every time he did. He was just trying to keep some control and not come on the spot.
He let out a groan when the second object slipped into him, pushing up against the first and it felt like when he would go to a banquet and gorge himself too much, a pleasant fullness, and yet there was always room for a bit more.
With a muttered swear he felt a third object, smaller than the first two, slip easily past his hole quickly followed by a fourth and a fifth and he held his breath as he felt them move through him before all three were fucked into him with one hard thrust, Jaskier letting out a broken moan at the feeling whilst his cock spurted his second orgasm over the forest floor.
He supposed he should be suspicious by the fact his cock was still hard and eager to get off for a third round, but he couldn’t find it in him to care as he panted and let the monster fuck a sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth egg into him. At least he was fairly sure they were eggs, and he would happily let the monster fuck all its spawn into him now and worry about the consequences later when he wasn’t so dizzy with arousal.
Now he was sore and his belly cramping, when he looked down it was stretched, swollen, and looked a little bruised too, as if he were a woman counting down till her water broke, and yet he was even bigger than that, just slightly, but a tenth egg teasing at his rim, the biggest yet would change that.
He felt the monster fuck and push, and struggle to get the egg past his rim and they both let out a noise when it did, Jaskier letting out small whimpers as he felt it stretch him open and make space for itself deep in his guts, but even then, the monster struggled to get it out, letting out another growl as it fucked a bit harder, more desperately into him until finally it caught and in one smooth thrust was forced deep into the nest of eggs already inside of him.
For a moment he had to stop himself from gagging purely because he felt too full, his stomach now starting to cramp in pain as it strained under the nest, and yet when he felt another egg rest just outside his hole, clearly the biggest yet given how it felt the size of his fist, he was already drooling over the idea of it settling deep into him.
The monster struggled with it for several long minutes, no matter how Jaskier relaxed or tried to grind back onto it seemed futile, and the monster was growing agitated too, just as desperate to get it in him.
So, when Jaskier tugged his right arm in its hold with a whine and a plead to “Lemme go, wanna help” the monster released his arm which immediately fell to his swollen belly, feeling how big and heavy it was and that if he pushed down hard enough he could feel the eggs filling him, and it took every effort not to come for a third time then and there.
It was easy to slip his hand back behind him and feel the egg stretching out the tentacle, how the monster was still giving small thrusts in the hope it could get it in and Jaskier couldn’t help but squeeze it, feel the size of it before it settled deep inside him, bigger than his fist apparently.
After he’d had his fun, mostly because it would be a lot more fun getting the egg inside him, he teased his fingers at his rim, still slick and messy from the first tentacle and even given the girth of the monster he managed to coax in one and then two and three fingers alongside it, the stretch just on the side of too much.
It didn’t matter though because it had done the job, hooking one finger in his hole just to stretch it out a little whilst the backs of his fingers teased the egg still edging around his hole, until with a couple of more rough thrusts the monster finally gets to fuck it into him.
It feels like an age before the egg is at the tip of the tentacle, having spent most of the time with a loose fist around his cock as he felt it edge closer and closer, his breath hitching as it did so until he stopped just as it came to rest at the tip. The waiting was torturous, like waiting to be announced the winner at a competition, and the monster seemed eager to wait it out now that it knew it could force the egg into him.
Jaskier was sure he must make a messy and desperate picture, half panting and drooling as he waited for it to slip into him properly and finish his brood, to feel the ache of them stretching him impossibly wide, and he’s sure once the monster is gone that he’ll strip his cock a few times before he’s done.
Eventually, the monster has wasted enough time and ever so slowly forces the egg to slip into his belly, drawing the feeling out so that when it finally did pop out and settled nicely but heavily with the rest of the nest, Jaskier didn’t need the hand on his cock as he shook through his third orgasm.
After that everything happened quickly, the monster fucked him quick and hard for a few seconds and he felt the eggs shift painfully with every thrust, but even so, it made his cock, finally going down, twitch in interest.
Then it squirted something inside him, filling in the gaps between the eggs as it let out a roar behind him. He should be scared, but carrying its brood as the tentacle slowly slipped out of him, still dripping liquid, he’d never felt safer.
He was carefully put down on his hands and knees, a good thing because he’s sure his knees would have buckled both from the mindless orgasms and the weight uncomfortably filling out his belly. He didn’t hear the monster slink away, he just knew that he was alone and sure enough when he looked, it was gone, nothing but his heavy breathing and his slowly increasing panic at the realization of what happened and that he had fucking monster eggs inside of him.
At least that was until the sound of heavy footfalls walking towards him, and he wanted to be scared, he was heavy with eggs and defenseless, hoping the monster would return to look after its brood, and yet it made no move to intercept whoever was there.
A quick glance showed that it was Geralt and he visibly relaxed, Geralt would know what to do, how to help, so what if he’d been late to the rescue, he was here now.
“Should have seen yourself Jaskier, never seen anyone that eager to get bred. How many did it get in you?”
Jaskier whimpered when Geralt crouched beside him, a firm hand going to his belly and easing the pain slightly so that he completely glossed over the fact that Geralt was there and watched him get attacked, hadn’t even raised a sword to help him. “Eleven”
"Beautiful, Jaskier, want to see your belly swollen with a brood all the time” Jaskier should be scared, especially as Geralt moves behind him, hands never leaving him and instead presses soothing circles along the small of his back, but the more worrying thing is that he wants to do what Geralt said, wanted to be ass up and get bred “Probably got about ten minutes left till the toxin in you wears out, so just stay there and look pretty while I have a go”
Jaskier groans when he feels Geralt’s fingers slide down and easily slip into his hole, still stretched and slick from the tentacle, and at the feeling of being fucked again his cock twitches in interest. The idea of a toxin is worrying but it can’t be that bad if Geralt’s going to fuck him through it.
Geralt gets two rounds out of him before Jaskier’s body starts to ache, and really ache, the hazy arousal that had stuck with him since the monster left was fading and he could feel himself whimper in pain not only at his stretched belly, at the idea of monsters hatching inside him, and Geralt brutally fucking into him and promising “Just a little longer, ‘m so close, almost finished" before filling him up with come for the third time that had tears edge his vision because his stomach is too full, feels as if it will quite literally burst, but then Geralt is there shushing him.
He doesn’t know whether Geralt thinks he's under some sort of drug and can't understand him, but Jaskier is becoming painfully aware with each passing minute, and cries whilst Geralt praises him for following him into the forest, right into the monster lair as he had planned and so eagerly offered to carry its brood. He shook and balled his fists to overcome the wrack of pain from his stomach when Geralt told him it would be hours before he could get the eggs out, and afterward, he’d feel so empty that he’ll be sobbing to get onto Geralt’s dick, and as Jaskier’s best friend he’ll happily oblige.
Jaskier doesn’t hear when Geralt talks about another lair half a kingdom away, a rare species that will probably keep him in its nest for days as it stuffs him full of eggs over and over and over. Jaskier just lets another wrack of pain shiver over his body and tries to ignore the way the eggs and Geralt’s cock shift inside him.
#afterhours cw monster fucking#afterhours cw oviposition#afterhours cw dubcon#afterhours cw noncon#afterhours fic week
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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
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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.
#afterhours cw monster fucking#afterhours cw dubcon#afterhours cw non con#afterhours cw oviposition#afterhours cw humiliation#afterhours fic week
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Okay but Geralt walking into Eskel/Dettlaff when Dettlaff is in his higher and his first thought is 'fuck Eskel looks hot getting dicked down like that' and then he realises 'oh thats a monster gotta save my brother' but they stop him just before he pulls his sword out.
Geralt somehow manages to blush although it should be impossible and quickly leaves (not before he hears the snarls of Dettlaff turning back into his higher form and Eskels desperate begginf to be bred).
Somehow he finds his way to Regis and stammers through asking if he would be willing to do the same. Maybe just Eskel and Dettlaff coaching them through it, just fucking side by side which quickly turns into a competition vetween the two vampires, quicklu ended when Eskel and Geralt start making out wifh each other and trying to jerk each other off.
Lambert is just there like what the fuck is going on and how do I join in.
But basically feel free to send me Dettlaff/Eskel stuff because I am feeling soft and horny for them.
#afterhours talks#afterhours cw monster fucking#Eskels favourite thing is to just lay there and get absolutely railed by Dettlaff#next favourite is to ride Dettlaff into the morning to show his strength/stamina and put on a show until Dettlaff caves and fucks him stupid
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