SUM: Geralt is still on his controlling kick and jaskier comes with you back to the house.
Warnings: SMUT-little plot, slight veuryism, language, junk food. MINORS DNI 18+!
AN: A little rushed, slightly proof read.
The muscles rippling underneath your thighs felt strained. Teton was doing his absolute best. The house was only thirty minutes away, it felt longer... the longer you felt him underneath you. Geralt in his full armor tucked right behind you, and Jaskier- not doubt, tucked behind him singing upon his rump. The strain from his muscles only panged more anxiety through you. Two people and some luggage? Sure. A woman and a heavy man in full armor with two swords, a bard and his lute? Maybe not.
You lifted up on his withers, pulling your weight underneath you as you hopped off. Pulling Tetons muzzle to you as you guided him through the trees.
Geralts feet hit the mossy floor with a wet thud.
"I don't understand this."
"You're the one who said he could carry the three of us."
"Geralt your armor weighs at the least a hundred pounds," you kissed his muzzle. "He can carry the two of you, i'll walk."
Geralt yanked Jaskier off with a string of profanities hitting the fog. "Get back on." The horses stopped, and you were overly aware of the eyes settling upon you. You could hear the leaves crunch as he leant down to cusp his hands like a step.
Defiance flowed through you, confusion thrown in the mix. Grabbing at the mane at his wither your threw yourself up onto his back like you had million times before. Whatever game Geralt was playing, you absolutely did not like that it included your boy. Seated upon his back you ran your fingers through his mane, gently patting and caressing. Geralt grabbed Tetons reins and began walking, a loud sigh coming from behind as Jaskier began singing.
"Burn butcher burn," Jaskier sang lowly.
"Why are you acting like this?" You whispered to him, Sarah and Ian half asleep upon roach and Jaskier too busy humming tunes.
"To make the ride easier," He gritted out.
"Nothing about this has been easy."
It took everything out of you not to kick Geralt in the back of his head. The heat rolling off of your shoulders surely hadn't gone unnoticed.
The horses kept their pace as they finally made it to the concrete of the house. Both Roach and Teton pranced as they knew their safe pasture was close, clean water and fresh grasses awaiting their guts. The others made their ways inside as you stayed, slowly brushing down Teton and making sure he was alright. Geralt seemed to be doing the same in the stall over. When you finally turned him out he gave a hardy buck and ran to Roachs side. You looped his bridle onto the stall hook before you finally turned on Geralt. "What was that about?"
He seemed to consider your question. "Do you think I would really let Jaskier ride with you? He's handsy."
"If you think I'd buy that, you're dumber than I thought."
He paused again, turning with you to slowly walk towards the house. "I just thought he deserved a break. Being in a strange place with strange horses and people."
You considered his answer, and although there was some truth to it, there was definitely something else. "Then why did you toss that saddle?"
"Bareback is easier on the body." He paused for minute, looking to his boots then the back doors. "I only thought you would be sore after last night."
"then why hadn't you just said that?" You heart sunk. What you had taken as a jealous display of male dominance was only him worried about your wellbeing.
When Geralt opened the doors your heart sung with smell of delicious fried food. You could practically hear your stomach singing. Everyone was just sitting down at the table that was littered with burgers, chicken nuggets, chicken sandwiches, french fries, onion rings. You almost couldn't believe it. I wonder if the house is making a show of it for Jaskier. You giggled to yourself as even Geralt seemed to have a little more motivation to his step. Ian was already gorging himself, grease smeared over his lips. Geralt pulled out a chair for you as you sat.
"Why is everything so brown?" Jaskier asked, prodding a burger with a fork. Everyone began in a fit of laughter.
"Eat it like this," Geralt demonstrated, picking up a burger with both hands and taking a massive bite.
As Jaskier copied his ministrations his eyes widened, then shut as he blissfully took it in. "Oh my-!" He shoved another bite into his mouth, grabbing at a handful of fries. "Is this what you have been eating you bastard!" mayonnaise dripped down his chin as he spat at Geralt. "No wonder you haven't come home!" Everyone was laughing and stuffing their faces as Jaskier acted like he had just experienced his first orgasm.
"Well should we see if you'll be staying... extendedly?" Sarah asked him, pecking on her food.
"Come with me." Sarah got up from her seat and you followed her. if the house had made a room for Jaskier you wanted to see what it looked like. Jaskier followed behind you both with a burger in hand, taking occasional bites. As you passed by the bathroom it seemed to call for you,, to take a nice calm shower. Yet you kept behind them following them to what would be Jaskiers room. It was a new door beyond Geralts. Jaskier seemed to be in awe of the entire house, as expected. Sarah pushed open the new door to reveal a bare wooden room. A modest fire place, bookshelf, desk, and a wall filled with all sorts of musical instruments. A massive four poster bed wound its way from the floor to the ceiling.
"So you will be staying with us!" Sarah shouted.
Jaskier had trouble picking his jaw up from the floor.
"Ah, deary, you'll adjust," She giggled.
Jaskier made his way in, gentle fingers caressing each individual instrument.
"Hey Sar, I think I'm going to shower," you whispered to her.
Quietly you excused yourself, Jaskiers cheers of amazement following you down the hallway. The mid-day sun cast a beautiful glow over the bathroom, the warmth abiding the stress in your shoulders. There was a pair of sweatpants and what looked to be one of Geralts shirts on the vanity. Leaning against the counter top you took your appearance in from the mirror.
Disheveled hair, yesterdays makeup. Idly you scratched at your collar bone, pulling down the collar of your shirt to inspect your mark. It looked just like a scar, no signs of irritation, no puckered pink edges. To you it was beautiful, no matter what Vesemir thought. It was something that endlessly tied to Geralt, your tether, permanently marked by him. Turning on your heel and pulling the door open to the massive shower, you turned on the water, dropping a shower scent onto the floor. Peeling off your clothes from your body you mindlessly let your hands wander, combing through the tangles in your hair, prodding at the bruises left by Geralts hands the night before, and finally to gently push into your mark. The wonder that it was, there was no pain.
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Geralt sat at the table, leaned back in his chair as Ian endlessly crammed food into his mouth. The man looked like he was about to vomit- his head propped up only inches from the table by his hand while the other grabbed and dipped and shoved. "You're only going to make yourself sicker, you need water." He offered, he could sense his blood pressure, and although very poor he would recover.
"I'm surprised I'm not fucking dead." Ian lazily rolled his head up to look at Geralt. "Fucking witchers."
Geralt chuckled, cutting off when the sound of music began to fill the house- not Jaskiers music.
"Seems he's found the stereo." Ian groaned, cradling his head and clamping his eyes shut.
"Great." Geralt couldn't hear much passed the music, just the sound of Sarah and Jaskier laughing their way down the stairs.
"You're quite the spoiled lot here aren't you?" Jaskier shouted. "Music, drink, enough food to feed an army, I do so understand why you never came home."
"It wasn't that-" Geralt grunted out, but was quickly cut off as he and Sarah began to dance around the kitchen. Tossing fries into each others open mouths. Geralt sat there contentedly, watching his friends. One dying and two dancing around the kitchen. It was almost surreal to have his worlds mixing this way, to see his oldest friend in the modern life he had been living. In a lot of ways he was grateful for it- it made it seem like he hadn't been living two separate lives. His mind jolted back to what Vesemir had said to him and his stomach twisted with worry. He hadn't heard or even smelled anything off, Afterall it was only a small chance.
"Good to see all he does is sit and brood even here!" Jaskier laughed.
"Don't you love it? Makes things serious." Sarah giggled. Geralt offered a sly smirk, watching them twirl around until a certain song came on and Sarah was delighted in showing Jaskier how to do the cupid shuffle. As Geralt watched Sarah dance around and Jaskier trying to copy her stride, he felt a prod. Gentle at first, then a firm poke. As if someone was poking him straight in the chest. His brow furrowed as he looked down to himself, knowing nothing would be there but doing so anyway. There was a moment or two where it had disappeared, then he felt as though someone was stroking his sternum. Gently from side to side, in an irregular pattern. What the fuck? He swiped at his chest.
"Got some leftovers in there?" Ian laughed. Geralt looked up at him with a glare. "Oh shut up. happens to everyone." He laid his forehead to the table."Ol' grouch," he muttered. Geralt stood from the table, hell bent on finding you. When he had reached the top of the stairs he could hear the white noise of the shower. Slowly he opened the door, peaking through the steam to find you in the shower. Lowly muttering the lyrics to the song.
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It was a song you hadn't heard since highschool yet it brought back silly memories of you and your friends at the school dances. When it came to song lyrics your mind was an endless cache. "Down down do your thing do your thing," You whispered through the steam. The hot water soothed your aching muscles, the rich lather felt like silk as you washed your shoulders, stomach and breasts. The shower door thunked open and you jumped a mile high out of your skin. Covering yourself with your arms as you met a pair of smirking yellow eyes. "Geralt! you could've fucking nocked!"
"What's the fun in that?" His sly smile met the corners of his cheeks as he stepped into the shower with you. Grabbing the forearm braced against your chest to pull you against him, wrapping it around his torso. He leaned down to catch your lips. Teeth gently nibbling at your bottom lip, tongue roving over your own. easing away you grabbed his shoulders to turn him. Grabbing the soap and rolling it over his broad strong shoulders. You let your nails rake down his back as you committed every inch of him, every sinewy muscle, to memory. The way he towered before you, having to reach up to get to the back of his neck, and reach low in order to touch the small of his back.
"What an ass," You giggled. He looked over his shoulder with a smile as you lightly slapped it.
"Hey now," He went to turn before you stopped him.
"Lean your head back love." He followed your instruction. Grabbing the shampoo off the shelf and squirting a decent amount in your palm you began to massage it through his scalp. Core clenching at the groans that left his throat. His hair was beautiful, reaching his mid back with his head craned. You took your time in running your hands through it, combing out any tangles humming with content. You took a moment, fingers intwined with his hair- letting your nails rake against his scalp with each stroke, and planted a kiss to his soapy shoulder. Topaz eyes peaking over his shoulder at you and you couldn't help the ear splitting smile that adorned your face. What you felt for this man, it was enough to make you sick, make you ache, make you cry.
He turned to you then, gently grabbing your chin and bringing your lips to his. It was slow and tooth achingly sweet, as his other hand came to cradle your neck, pulling you deeper into him. He pulled you into him until your head met his chest, the sound of the soap bottle squeezing and then the feeling of his rough hands run down your back. Fingers kneading into your sore muscles. You looked up to him with heavy lidded eyes, his hands felt like magic as they massaged your shoulders and down your back.
"What?" He gave you a sly smirk.
"I love you." Plain and simple. No other words could better describe what you were feeling.
His voice was sultry low, "I love you, little wolf." His hands dipped lower to grab your ass, a cheek for each hand. Pushing you into his semi-hardened length. Your cheeks flushed red, hands coming up to either side of his sharp jaw, pulling him deeper into you.
"You're addictive," You mumbled against him.
"You have no idea," he chuckled. He rolled his hips into you, urging a sharp yelp from your throat. He raised a hand to your neck, thumb caressing your trachea, as his tongue explored your mouth. He dwarfed you, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck with ease as he pressed into your mouth further. The way you had to crane your neck back just to stay connected to him made you feel so small yet the most protected you'd ever felt in your life. He hunched his shoulders down, grabbing the back of each knee and lifting you onto his waist. Back meeting the smooth rock behind you as he held you against it, his massive hands kneading your soft thighs. you shimmied a finger in-between your lips, breaths panting together in the steam of the shower, leaving him with a bewildered look on his face.
"We should at least... Get out of the shower first?" The fingers of one hand dug into your hip as the other gripped your ass. He groaned an anguished sound.
He brought his nose to the shell of your ear, "I did make a promise." The wet between your legs wasn't from the shower, clenching around nothing as the memory of the morning bubbled through your head. "How did it feel?" He asked, rolling his hips up into you, letting you feel his rigid cock slott between your ass.
"What?" You gasped hugging his shoulders to you.
"How did it feel knowing my cum was leaking out of you all day?"
Your stomach dropped and tightened in a delicious way. All you could manage was a lust blown stare, not really knowing how to his answer his question. He leaned in and bit your mark, dragging a hardy moan from your lungs. "Do I need to jog your memory?" His voice was so low that it vibrated through you leaving you only to whimper in his caged arms. He drug his teeth across the mark looking up at you with taunting eyes, making you squirm and roll your hips downwards. The way his bottom lip clung to the mark made your legs shake around him, you wanted to bite it, suck on it.
"Geralt," You stuttered, trying to kickstart your lust fogged brain.
"Hmm?" He growled into your neck.
He groaned, biting down into you. He centered himself and thrusted his hips, gliding into your sopping cunt til he met his hilt. The arduous groans that left his mouth made you clench, further straining your sore muscles. Pain was an afterthought, until it wasn't a thought at all. The only thing you wanted in this moment was for him to fuck you until you couldn't walk. Digging your nails into the thick muscles of his shoulders you used them as leverage to roll your hips down into his. Sliding yourself up and down his length as he let out brutish grunts. He looked down in-between your bodies watching your hips move, holding you to the wall and the both of you upright by sheer strength. "Fuck look at you," He twitched inside of you, groans bouncing off the bathroom walls.
"Geralt, please!" You half moaned half cried, becoming irritated you couldn't provide the momentum you desperately needed.
"Move!" And move he did. His forearm wove around the back of your hips anchoring you to him, nothing but your upper back touching the wall as he angled you into the position he needed- to fuck you so hard you thought he'd split you in half. If you had thought he had been like an uncaged beast that night in the lab, you were surely wrong. His jaw was clenched and muscles taught as he repeatedly pounded into you. His one free arm came to your throat, letting his thumb apply delicious pressure to your airway. "oh f-fuck, Geralt!" You screamed and moaned and whined, reciprocated with sounds of his own. He held your hips impossibly tight as he drilled into you, the sounds of wet skin slapping skin resonated in the shower.
He leaned in close to your ear, "Fucking take me," it was a low growl that brought shivers to your overstimulated skin. "Like it when I ruin you like this?"
"Y-Yes! Geralt, yes!" There was no way in hell that the others couldn't hear everything. His hips jerked up into you, his pace becoming sloppy.
He leaned in once again to kiss and suck at your mark, groaning against your skin," No one else but me. Mine." He bit down hard, no doubt leaving a welt yet all you could feel was the pleasure, it was as if he had been stimulating your clit. Sending you freefalling over the edge, clinging to his shoulders and screaming his name as you clenched so tight around him you could feel every vein of his cock within you. He pressed his hand down into your stomach, sending flashing lights behind your eyelids as your orgasm prolonged, and finally released. The groan that came out of him was something you thought only a bear could make, your name repeated like a chant out of his mouth as he twitched for an eternity, coating and filling every crevasse. He pressed your back firmly into the wall again, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against his body. He fit you perfectly, your head pressed to his chest as the both of you panted, he kissed the crook of your neck and praised you. "Your perfect." He muttered against your skin. "There is nothing in this world that will take you from me." He pulled away to look at you, your favorite color in the entire world, like a puppy dog.
Grabbing his face you pulled his lips to yours muttering against them. "There is nothing in this world that will take you from me." You sighed against one another's mouths, breathing finally returned to normal. He gently set you down on the rocky floor, holding you against his body. He grabbed the sponge from the shelf and lightly began rubbing the marks he had left on your body.
"I'm sorry... I've bruised you," his voice sounded defeated, like he was internally beating himself," I was too rough with you I-"
Silencing him with your lips you whispered the same words he had said the other night. "Don't ever apologize for marking me." HIs beautiful mouth pulled into a small smile, continuing his ministrations along your hips, collar bone and neck. He reached behind you to turn the water off, opening the door and gingerly bracing you as you both stepped from the shower. He grabbed a towel off the rung and began drying you off, even wrapping your hair up into it. You felt as though you were on another planet, you had never been cared for or adored like this. Taking this tender moment you let your fingertips flit across his arms, down his sides. He grabbed the shirt from the counter and broke into an ear splitting smile. "What?"
"Just can't get enough of me can you?" You giggled as he slipped his shirt over your head. He gave you a wet kiss, "Mine." He hummed, before turning to dress himself. Slipping on your shorts, you were both finally ready to leave the bathroom. Geralt stood behind you, pinching your bum as you opened the door, and his smile dropped as you both took in Jaskier leaned against the wall.
"For gods Sake Geralt!" He laughed,"I'm surprised she's still alive!"
Your face ran red hot all the way down into your chest, turning into Geralts pec as you tried to hide yourself. You knew they had all heard, but you didn't think you would be confronted like this.
"Jaskier.." Geralts voice low, a warning, wrapping his arms around you trying to shuttle you down the hall to your room.
"Sounded like to very angry mountain loins, perhaps rabid, trying to kill each other!"
Geralt closed the door in his face. The giggling was uncontrollable. "This is going to be a long week with him here." Your ears were still ringing with embarrassment, even as Geralt grabbed your elbow and walked you out onto the balcony. The mid day sun warming your bones, raising your gooseflesh as you took a deep steadying breath. It really was beautiful, you supposed all forests were, but this one had a whimsical feel to it. The wood creaked as Geralt sat into one of the wooden chairs, pulling you onto his lap and nuzzling into your neck.
"Are these your old stomping grounds?"
"Hmm, quite." He kissed your jaw and sighed. Both of you taking in the mist and birdsong.
"Do you miss your home?" He countered.
you snorted, "Not quite. sure I miss some good people, like the ones who took me in, but I would rather gouge out my eye than return to my parents."
"I wouldn't recommend that, I like your eyes." He smirked, but you only looked at him with seriousness. "I do... miss it. We winter at Kaer Morhen, it was a time to recoup and grieve for the ones who don't make it back," He trailed a finger down your throat, studying you as if you'd disappear from his arms. "We would see each other from time to time on the path, but Kaer Morhen is our home, and Vesemir like our father."
"But didn't he kidnap you?"
"No, more like paid to take me."
The gravity of his words did make purchase, and they sunk your heart. you could never fully understand how somehow carried a child for nine months only to turn around and mistreat them. Pushing aside the sting in your heart you bit your lip and leaned into him,"What do I get for taking you?"
His eyes sparked, arms wrapping tighter around you. "A lifetime of misery." He chuckled, biting your shoulder. The sudden smell of coffee hit your nose, looking over your shoulder to find two steaming mugs on the table.
"Oh thank gods," laying your body out across Geralt you reached backwards for them both. Bringing the sloshing cup to his face. "I might need ten more of these." Nestling back into his chest you looked back out to the forest, sipping your coffee and resting your eyes. "Will you tell me?"
"Hmm?" His base rumbled your body.
"will you tell me about your childhood?"
He sighed, taking a drink out of his own mug. "it's not short, or sweet.."
"Tell me," Your eyes trained in on his face.
And he told, every gruesome gritty detail as you sipped from your coffee and studied the forest. You teared up, you felt sick, clung tight to him. Til the forest was set in a deep amber hue. It was beautiful, you'd never seen the sky dance in such an array, a deep dark blue hue on the horizon as if a storm were headed your way, and the brightest colors of the sun shining down upon the trees. Geralt had been telling you about his sight, and his hearing- breaking your reverie of colors, he said," Look there." He pointed straight out Infront of you both. "look closely," His voice right next to your ear.
"I-I don't-" As soon as the words were out of your mouth you saw the slightest bit of movement deep within the trees. Its camouflage was uncanny, yet you could make out the shape of a rather large creature, creeping towards a doe, that you hadn't noticed either. "Is that a.." You looked to Geralt expecting his eyes to be trained in on the spot that yours had been. "Its a wyvern." Only then did those golden blazing eye snap open to look at you.
"Of course, the house has never allowed any sort of harm to come on the property."
Your mind instantly snapped to the scenario with the warg, "what about the wolves, trying to break into the windows?"
"when we were out with Jake and the Warg, Sarah said there were wolves all around the property, charging the windows."
His brow furrowed, "That's never happened before."
The both of you pondered over questions as you watched fangs and claws sink into soft unknowing fur.
