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For once, Eskel had decided to spend a little of his coin on the luxury of a room in the small town he was staying in. Heâd just fought a particularly vicious cockatrice, his muscles ached and was glad that heâd made that choice earlier in the day. He was sick of sleeping on the damp ground and his bedding roll did little to pad out the uneven ground or the sharp rocks poking into his side whilst he slept. No, tonight heâd be sleeping in a real bed, with a soft mattress, clean sheets and a hot bath heâd ordered when he paid for the room. Heâd get a proper nightâs sleep for once and his muscles wouldnât be stiff come the morning.
He pulled a book from his pack and settled on the chair by the table to read for a time, whilst the maids fetched the water for his bath. He started reading, and soon realised that this was a particularly smutty book. Heâd taken it from a nobleâs house when he was clearing it of monsters a few weeks ago, and hasnât had the chance to look at it properly before now. This particular novel was called âThe Viscountâs Temptationâ and seemed to be about a respectable married noble who is tempted by a fresh-faced young stablehand. The Author, a J.A. Pankratz seemed to have the most vivid imagination, and the scenes were well written. The steamy love affair was hotting up, and turning Eskel on as he read more about their passionate embraces. Fuck, heâd not had a passionate embrace for a while at this point. He slipped his hand down his breeches as he read on.
He didnât manage to get too far when there was a loud cough, followed by a mumble stating that his bath was ready. The maids quickly left and shut the door behind them, running down the stairs. Eskel took no time at all to strip out of his clothes and walk over to the steaming tub of water and lowered himself in. It was lovely and hot, and he sat washing himself until he felt the water turn cold. He got out, dried himself quickly with a towel and retrieved some items from his pack before laying naked on the bed.
He grabbed the small phial of oil and poured a little bit into his hand, before putting it down on the bedside table. He then started sliding his hand up and down his cock in gentle strokes, twisting every so often. He used his other hand to pinch at his nipples and rub them. He thought about his evening with Naida the Alp, and the way sheâd blown him that one time. Her soft warm mouth around his cock, sucking and licking him.
He thought about the werewolf and the fucking heâd received, and was about to move his oiled fingers to start stretching his anus, when he heard a low moan, and saw a sickly green light. He looked up to see a wraith hovering above him.
âFor fuckâs sake!â He jolted upright and went to grab his silver sword which was leaning against the wall.
âHmm, let me guess, youâve come here to have sex with me?â He sat back down. Where were all these creatures coming from, and why were they all randy as fuck? At this point, he could make a fortune selling his arse and cock. Make better money than on the path, and probably more comfortable too!
âErr, no. Well⊠not exactly. You see, Iâve heard a lot about you andâŠâ
âYes? Go on.â
âEr.. well, the thing is, Iâm asexual. I donât like to⊠I donât want to join in exactly, I just was sort of hoping youâd let me⊠watch.â
âYou came here to watch me?â If only heâd have known. Next time heâd sell fucking tickets. Roll up, roll up! Come and see the Eskel wank show! Everyone welcome! 5 crowns a head.
âYes! Thatâs it! No touching, just watching. You wonât even notice Iâm here!â
âThat I find hard to believe.â
âI promise, I wonât say anything!â
âHmm, fine. Go float in the corner then.â
He laid back on the bed, closed his eyes and tried to forget that there was someone or something watching him. He tried again, stroking his cock and thinking about his past trysts, how good they felt. He could hear the occasional groan coming from the corner, but instead of turning him off, the thought of a voyeur spurred him on. He wanted to make a good show of it.
He poured more oil on his fingers and started opening himself up, fucking himself on them and stretching the ring of muscle. He reached for the toy heâd retrieved earlier and poured a generous amount of oil on that too. It was a thick wooden cock which heâd had made, with a curious bulge at the base, which if you looked closely, resembled a knot. Once it was sufficiently lubed up, Eskel slowly inserted it into his butt. He revelled in the feeling as it was pushed in, and the way it made him feel when it bumped up against his prostate.
Eskelâs eyes rolled into the back of his head, and his hips lifted off the bed. He worked the wooden cock in and out at a steady pace, his other hand going back to his own dick and working that over too. The sounds coming from the corner were turning ever more needy, and he looked up in time to see the wraith shoot a small trail of ectoplasm into his hand. That urged Eskel on and he sped up his pace, the wooden toy slamming into his arse and twisting every so often. He knew he was close. He pushed it in further, over the bulge at the base which was supposed to resemble the knot and all too soon, Eskel was shouting and cumming onto his chest, arse clenching around the wooden toy.
His breathing slowed, and he slowly took the cock out of his arse, which was now oversensitive. He grabbed a cloth and wiped himself down. He looked to the corner of the room, but it seemed the wraith had disappeared. Well, he hoped heâd got what he came for, no pun intended.
Eskel x Rock Trolls (x3) (E)- Eskel is on the trail of a group of wounded villagers when he comes across a trio of rock trolls, who seem to be prepared for this very situation.
Prompts - 7. Stuck in a wall (kabeshiri), 9. Power imbalance, 12. Bondage
(CW - dub con, kabeshiri, rough sex)
Eskel was hiking in the mountains, on the trail of an injured hunting party, following footprints and the smell of blood. It didnât take him long to find that it led to the mouth of a cave. He fished out some Cat potion from his pack so that he had more chance to see in the dim light, and gulped it down before heading in cautiously. He heard whimpering and followed the blood trail up some rocks and into a chamber, when he saw the humans being guarded by a trio of rock trolls. They turned to greet him.
âWitcher!â The first one drooled, his arms outstretched in a sort of welcoming gesture.
âHe came! Found us he did!â The second chirped up from behind the frightened humans.
Eskel looked, and from what he could tell, no actual harm had come to them. That was unusual - Rock Trolls were known for trying to cook anyone who got in their way. Eskel would have to try and outwit them if he had any chance of helping the villagers escape.
âSaid it would work. Was right.â That was the third troll, who was off to the side. He looked to be the taller of the three.
âShut up!â The first was looking daggers at the tall troll. Interesting.
âHow about you let these men go? I can offer you a riddle for them?â Eskel tried to reason with them.
âRiddle not good.â
âWant something more.â
âYes. Let men go, witcher take place.â
What? Were they hoping to eat him? Heâd have to agree to get the villagers safely away, then fight. It would be tough going though.
âOk, yes, fine, if thatâs what you want. You let them go, and Iâll take their place.â
This seemed to make all three trolls very happy. They quickly gave the men their belongings back and ushered them out of the cave. It was almost as if they didnât care for them after all, and had planned to use them to capture him, but why? What on earth would they do with him? Four hunters would be more meat than him, and there was no bounty he was aware of that they could trade him in for, dead or alive. No one really cared what happened to witchers.
Once the villagers were ejected and sent on their way, the trolls came back over to Eskel and surrounded him. They looked intimidating, but he wasnât one to back down lightly. If it was a fight they wanted, that was what theyâd get.
âNow you ours witcher.â
âWhat? What do you want to do with me?â
âWe fuck, we let you go. We no fuck, we kill you.â
âWhat the? You want to have sex? With me? Oh Melitele, does the whole world know about- No, surely not! UnlessâŠ? Fuck!â
Did the whole fucking continent know about his⊠interesting sex life recently? It seemed that every monster or creature he came across on the path after that fateful night knew about it, and offered him sexual favours for something or other! Did they have some sort of newsletter that was published or was the gossip really that good? He didnât even realise that they spoke with other species let alone shared news like that! He was clearly getting a reputation. Not that he was complaining - far from it! He liked a bit of adventure and what was more thrilling than sex with someone who could kill you in the blink of an eye.
âYes, yes, fuck! We fuck.â
âIs good plan.â
âSo you did plan this then? I should have known. Fuck it fine, yes then, I agree.â Heâd never slept with a rock troll before, let alone three. He guessed at the very least, it would be an interesting story to tell.
They nodded excitedly and led him to a small opening in the wall of the cavern they were currently in. It looked like it had been carefully created by the trolls themselves by blasting a bigger hole, then filling it with smaller rocks until it was the correct size. The hole was about waist height and padded at the bottom with sacking and cloth theyâd no doubt filched from the men theyâd kidnapped.
âStrip.â
They turned him around to face them, and before he could register what had been said, they were âhelpingâ him to take off all of his clothes, pawing at his body and touching him all over as they did so.
âSteady lads! Watch it!â
When they were done, they added his clothes to the pile on the floor by the hole.
âCrawl in.â
âWhat? Thatâs far too small. Iâll get stuck.â The hole was only just big enough to get his shoulders in, there was no way Eskel could fit through the gap. He was not as lithe as his fellow witchers.
âYes, yes, stuck.â The larger troll clapped his hands together with glee.
âOh, I see, you planned this as well, you kinky little bastards!â
âYes, kinky troll. Witcher get stuck. We fuck.â
âSo, let me get this straight, you want me to crawl in there naked, get stuck, and you three have your wicked way with me, is that right? Please tell me you at least have some oil?â Fuck, he was half hard already just thinking about being taken roughly from behind, not being able to see what was happening, being âhelplessâ. Yes, yes thought, this could be good.
They assured him that they did have oil, and showed him the frankly massive jugs of oil they had ready. Where the fuck had they got that? Never mind, it wasnât important. He looked at the gap in the wall. It was well made, but if he really wanted to, Eskel was sure that a well-placed Aard or too would be sufficient to knock some of the surrounding rocks down to make his escape. He took one last look around, got to his hands and knees, and crawled into the tight space. As predicted, he soon got stuck, but the trolls had made a sort of shelf on the other side, so his body weight was supported by his torso rather than his hands and feet. At least it should be more comfortable than heâd initially thought.
He braced himself and waited, for what seemed like an eternity. Although he couldnât see, he could still hear movement behind him. There was a shuffling, a somewhat painful hard slap to his arse cheeks, and then he felt a thick finger probing at his butt, slick with oil. He groaned as he felt it slip past the ring of muscle and move around inside him. It was a strange feeling, but the finger soon found that sweet spot, and had him crying out again, lifting his hips off the surface and grinding towards that finger.
Another gnarled finger was added, and another slap to his arse, followed by a rough tongue and the scrape of what must have been teeth. A second slick hand grabbed at his cock, giving a few quick brutal strokes before squeezing at the base like a vice. Eskel cried out. Something cold and smooth was clamped around his cock and balls, before the hand stopped gripping him so painfully. Now, with each stroke, his cock felt more sensitive and the pleasure he felt was more intense, building up inside him, his balls growing heavier.
The rock troll fingering him had obviously either grown impatient or decided that heâd had enough preparation, as the fingers were swiftly removed, only to be replaced by the blunt head of what must be a cock at his entrance. There was a grunt, and Eskel felt what must be a log attempt to plunge into him. It was way too big, stretching him impossibly wide. The oil helped the rock troll to get deeper with each subsequent thrust, accompanied by a load of moaning. Eskel moved his hips slightly for a better angle, and he felt a wave of pleasure rush up his spine as the massive cock inside him hit his prostate. It seemed that this troll cock, although wide, was not very long. In no time at all the troll was fully seated, his massive balls slapping Eskelâs arse with each thrust, the pace speeding up and a hand crept back down to his cock to stroke it in time.
With his enhanced hearing, Eskel could also pick out the unmistakable sounds of the other trolls stroking their own cocks, probably whilst watching what was happening. He then heard a shifting, followed by the sound of slurping and gagging. Fuck! One of them must be giving head. He could just imagine one of them on their knees, mouth stretched around the otherâs hard dick. That was kind of hot, he had to be honest.
All too soon, he felt the troll behind him stiffen up and give a roar as a rush of warm liquid filled him up. There was some mumbling between the others, and as one dick left it was soon replaced by another. This one didnât feel so large, and with all the cum already inside, it slipped in easily, all the way to the hilt with one thrust. The creature behind him moaned and grabbed his hips, slamming into him repeatedly. Eskel wriggled slightly, trying to get the cock in him to go deeper, and met each thrust with enthusiasm.
Eskel was starting to feel a little over-stimulated. He wanted to cum, badly. He could feel the pressure building up behind his balls, but the thing that was gripping them and the base of his cock was stopping that from happening. The troll behind him kept on with the quick pace, and he was soon spent, adding his cum to the load that was already sloshing in Eskelâs butt, and gushing out as the trollâs cock left him.
The third troll positioned himself behind Eskel, and he felt a warm tongue lick a stripe from the base of his cock all the way to his arsehole, lapping up the mess left by the other two before him. Once he was satisfied, there was the sensation of another cock entering him. This one felt like the biggest of the three, either that or he was so sensitive now it just appeared to be bigger. This troll took his sweet time, going at a leisurely pace, which drove Eskel mad. He rocked his hips to try and get more penetration, but the troll just slapped his thigh and went slower if anything. It was agonising.
Just then, a nail scraped down the shaft of his cock, and he felt the clamp being released. Suddenly, the urge to cum was too much, and Eskel came with a forceful cry and shudder, his arse clamping down on the cock trapped inside him, milking it for all its worth. The troll sped up his thrusts, slapping his balls against the tops of his thighs with each one, wedging Eskel deeper and deeper into the cavern wall, before he dramatically climaxed and slumped on top of him.
After a few minutes, backed out of the opening in the wall and picked up a scrap of cloth to try and clean himself up with. He grabbed his clothing and got dressed as quickly as possible, before hurrying out of the cave. Sweet Melitele, he needed to go find a stream to bathe in.
Eskel hadnât been on the road long, when he was accosted by a nervous looking brute of a man, swaying from foot to foot. He was a giant wall of muscle and with very hairy arms and a thick rug of chest hair at the opening of his shirt. Eskel wasnât sure why the man was nervous; given his size he shouldnât have much to worry about.
âGood day to you, Sir.â he mumbled, tugging at his sleeve where it was rolled at his elbow.
âAnd you. Lovely weather.â He knew he had to be polite, but it wasnât often that Eskel got a pleasant greeting, which put him on his guard. âWhat seems to be the trouble?â
âI can see youâre a witcher by your swords. Are you the one they call Eskel? Red wolf of Kaer Morhen? My name is Ganon.â
âEr, my name is Eskel, yes. Nice to meet you Ganon.â Hmm, another person who knew his name. Strange.
âThen I have⊠er⊠I haveâŠâ
âYes?â
He looked around. âCan we talk somewhere private? Off the path?â
âSure, if that will help.â
Eskel assumed this man wanted him to fight some creature or other which he was clearly too embarrassed to admit. They walked together into the woods a short way, then the man sat down on a nearby log.
âSo, er⊠Master witcher...â
âYou can call me Eskel.â
âYes, er.. Eskel. I have a problem you see, and I have heard about you. You might be able to help me?â
âHeard about me, how? What do you need help with?â
âEr, I donât know how to say this, so Iâll just let it out. Just promise not to kill me ok?â
âOk, I promise.â
âSo⊠you see, I was cursed. Every full moon, I⊠er.. Sort of turn into a wolf.â
âYou want me to lift the curse?â
âNo! Er, no, i justâŠâ He turned red and put his head in his hands.
âIâm sorry, I donât understand. What is it that you want me to do for you if it isnât lifting the curse.â
âI can feel the wolf part of me going into season. Iâll be in rut and itâs a full moon tonight. I need someone to share it with, and Iâve heard youâre up for that kind of thing? I canât risk being with humans, but you look big and strong, and I have heard you have great stamina.â
âHeard? From whom?â
âThereâs an Alp named Naida and a Succubus named Rhelnore? They both say theyâve had you, and you are the best lay around. Kinky too - youâre into the monster stuff, or so Iâve heard.â
Eskel blushed. Great, so now he had a reputation for this kind of thing? He hoped Vesemir or his brothers never found out or theyâd tease him mercilessly. He had to admit to himself that he was a little intrigued though.
âWell, what might this entail, if I were interested? And what would are you offering me as payment?â
âWell, Iâd transform, obviously. When I do, Iâm half-man, half-wolf. I can still talk and understand you, but I would be in rut, which means I might not be able to stop. I am very strong in that state, and wouldnât want to hurt you or anyone else. At least I think youâd be able to take it. I er⊠get the urge to breed, and I can be a bit rough with my partners. I also⊠er⊠get a knot. Weâd be tied together for a few hours before it goes down. I can offer you coin and food for your trouble.â
Oh fuck, that was hot. Eskel could only imagine what that would feel like, and was starting to get hard already just thinking about it. The wolf sniffed the air. Shit, he knew too.
âSo, er, when did you want to get started?â
âYou mean it? Really? Come with me. I have a little shack in the woods, away from the village and any curious humans.â
Ganon took Eskelâs hand and led him deeper into the woods, to a little run-down cottage. He opened the door and beckoned him inside. The place was sparsely furnished, but the small kitchen looked well stocked, and there was a comfortable looking bed with furs spread over it.
âHere, sit down and Iâll give you some food. Youâll need your strength for later.â
Eskel sat down gingerly on the bed and was fed a number of pies, fruits and sweet cakes. He was also given a large mug of ale to wash it all down with. Honestly, this was the best meal that Eskel had eaten in a long time. Heâd come back just for the food.
He got to talking with Ganon while they waited for the night to fall. Ganon explained how heâd been cursed and what it had done to him. Heâd lost all of his family and friends, and had to move to a new place. Heâd had to hide his true identity and was afraid that he would hurt those he was near to. It was a sad story, but one that was not unfamiliar to a witcher like him. Eskel had heard many similar stories in his time.
Finally, he noticed that it was starting to get dark. He turned to his companion, but Ganon had already changed. He was massive! He was part wolf, with long arms and legs, but the closer he looked, Eskel could see some human resemblance. Ganon snarled up at him, bearing his pointed canines.
âGanon? Itâs Eskel, remember? You invited me here?â
Ganon circled him, sniffing as he went.
âHmm,â His deep voice rumbled, âthe witcher.â
âYes, thatâs right, witcher.â
âYouâre not going to kill me.â It was either a statement, or a threat. Eskel gulped.
The wolf lifted his head to sniff the air, and then drew closer to Eskel. He thrust his nose in his groin and snuffled for a bit. He let out a howl.
âGanon? What do you think youâre doing?â
The wolf caught the bottom of his gambeson between his teeth and started pulling insistently. Not enough to tear the fabric, but Eskel seemed to get the point.
âClothes off!â Ganon growled in his low rumbling voice. Eskelâs blood rushed to his cock. âGet on the bed, on your hands and knees.â
Eskel hurried to respond, stripping his clothes as quickly as possible and arranged himself on the mattress. The soft plush furs felt wonderful under his hands and knees. He heard the clink of a glass phial and felt the bed dip behind him. He fought the urge to look behind him, bracing himself for what was to come.
He felt a cold oiled hand tug at his cock, gently stroking him up and down. He was surprised as he didnât think the werewolfâs touch could be so delicate. He was expecting something rough and brutal but this was almost loving.
âStay still. Stop wriggling.â A gruff voice commanded. Fuck that was so sexy.
Eskel was enjoying the handjob he was getting, when he felt a sharp slap to his arse. First one arsecheek, then the other.
âYou like that bitch?â Another slap. âAnswer me!â
âYes⊠mmph Yes!â
Soon his bum was hot and stinging, and still the hand on his cock kept up the same pace. It was both agony and bliss. He thought his arse must look bright red by now. He didnât have long to dwell on that however, as he heard the sound of the glass being uncorked a second time, followed by a thick clawed finger, slick with oil, prodding at the tight ring of muscle that led to his anus. After a bit of initial resistance, it soon sunk in. Eskel could feel it moving inside him, readjusting until he found that sensitive spot that had Eskel moaning and whining below him. Another finger quickly followed, stretching him out and massaging his prostate.
âThatâs it bitch, take what i give you. Youâre so good at this, so eager. Eager for my dick too? Iâll fill you up!â
Ganon sounded like he was losing patience, and the fingers in his hole sped up too, more being added, trying to stretch him as fast as possible. Before long, Ganon was fist deep in the witcher, and surely, Eskel thought, that was enough preparation? This was taking too long and he was dying to get the wolfâs cock in him. He wanted to experience his first knot.
âJust fuck me already!â
Eskel wasnât proud of the way he whined, but he needed it. He was desperate.
âYou want me bitch? Want me to fuck you? Pump you full of cum?â
âYes, fuck me! Please!â
Eskel felt the weight behind him shift, and the hand on his own cock moved away. He groaned pitifully, but he soon had the sensation of the wolfâs giant member pressing at his entrance. As soon as it breached him, Ganon was unable to stop himself from rutting, pressing himself deeper and deeper with each thrust, until he was fully sheathed, his balls slapping against Eskelâs reddened arsecheeks. He was being very rough, but nothing he couldn't handle. No, instead he was in pure heaven, feeling the wolfâs hard cock enter him again and again, hitting his prostate with each thrust, which had him seeing stars.
âYou like that, do you bitch? You were made to take my cock. Such a greedy little slut.â
âYes, more please? Harder, ungh, harder!â
âSuch a good little cockslut. Iâm gonna breed you so full. Youâll be heavy with my pups.â
âLess talking, more fucking.â
âSuch a bossy whore.â He was slapped on his arse again, which made him jump a little. It was worth it.
âYes, oh gods, there! Yes, oh, harder!â
âFuck, Iâm gonna cum so hard.â
Eskel wasnât sure why, but that thought just made him even harder. Ganon seemed to notice, as his hand reached down again to take hold of his cock and stroke it. He was rougher this time, and timed his hand with his thrusts. He dug his claw into the slit at the head of his cock, where beads of precum had appeared. Fuck that was good. He moaned as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. All too soon, he felt his balls tighten and he was spurting cum all over the wolfâs hand and the furs beneath him. Fuck.
Eskelâs orgasm made his hole clench, which in turn made Ganon speed up his pace. He could feel the wolfâs cock growing larger at the base with every thrust, and then suddenly felt a large pressure and heard grunting from above. With one final push, what Eskel assumed was the wolfâs knot was pushed in, locking them together. Ganon howled, bit into his shoulder and a flood of cum came out, filling him up like heâd been promised. The aftershocks of his own orgasm, along with the new sensations had Eskel clenching like mad, trying to milk Ganonâs cock the best he could. He looked down, and could almost see his belly rounding out with the amount of cum heâd just had pumped into him. No doubt it would gush out afterwards. That thought alone had Eskel half-hard again already.
As he was speared on Ganonâs knot for the next few hours, the werewolf motioned for them to lay down.
âYouâll want to get some sleep, if you can.â
âOh?â
âYeah, once this has gone down, it will be time for round two.â
âYouâre insatiable. Gods, I was lucky to have met you.â Another round? Fuck, that was super hot. Now he was at full mast. Ganon chuckled.
Eskel took himself in hand. It was strange to do this sort of thing with a massive wolf cock trapped up his arse, but Ganon helped. He teased his nipples and licked the side of his neck. An erogenous zone that Eskel wasnât even aware he had. He shut his eyes and tried to focus on the feeling of the knot, the huge amounts of cum sloshing about in his insides and the mess heâd make after Ganon pulled out. He moaned and cum sputtered over his hand, as he sagged back against the surprisingly cuddly werewolf.
The snow was everything. There was nothing but white and cold and nothingness no matter where he turned. His foot, twisted wrong and surely broken in a way that would ache for decades assuming he lived, barely hurt. Eskel was two days from safety.
Two days from any piss poor town that might have a healer on the wrong side of the fucking continent and he was half to his waist in snow. The avalanche had been swift, hardly a warning before his feet were sliding out from under him and he was barreling down a slope that had taken hours to climb. He crawled left, using the bough of a tree to drag himself above the drifts that had buried him.
Around him was nothing.
An endless expanse of nothing .
Warmth trailed down his cheek, dripped red onto bone white hands.
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This fic is for my DIY Fucktoberfest challenge. Iâm trying to churn out a bunch of smut over the course of the month. The challenge is DIY because I couldnât find any one prompt list that I liked. This one qualifies for Eskelâs Wrecktober @eskelswrecktober with the Day 3 prompt âcompliments/praise.â Subscribe to my profile on AO3 or follow along on tumblr with the tag #DIYFucktoberfest21.
Title: Wildflowers Rare and Sweet
Pairing: Eskel/Jaskier
Rating: Explicit
Eskel considered the succubus and said, âLet me see him, this âJaskier.ââ
The succubus grinned and wiggled into the new shape. He was tall and tan, with broad shoulders, a neat waist, and copious body hair that led the eye downward to the aforementioned cock, covered at that moment by a scanty breechclout. His features from the thighs up were quite similar to those the succubus had in his own form, apart from the skin color. âWhat do you think?â he asked, flourishing his arms as best as he could considering the fact that they were pinned to his sides and he was still holding the basket of flowers.
âHeâs cute,â Eskel said amiably. âBut I prefer the horns.â
Jaskier returned to his succubus body so quickly there was an almost audible pop. âDo you?â He looked at Eskel with sudden heat. âIâll let you touch them if you untie me,â he wheedled.
âI could touch them if I left you tied.â
Eskel takes a contract to get rid of a succubus. He makes arrangements of his own instead.
38. âiâll let you do anything if you just touch me nowâ
Or
26.âi wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take itâ
And with Geralt x who you want?
Only if it tickles your fancy of course!
Hope your surroundings have the perfect comfy temperature đ
(also written for October 3rd - @eskelswrecktober's prompt: Compliments/Praise and @witcherkinktober's prompt: Collars)
(d/s, geralt/eskel, explicit)
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Eskel breathed out, his eyes sliding shut as he felt Geralt's warm fingers stroking down the line of his throat. Then, the tell-tale pressure of soft leather drawn taut.
"That's it, Eskel," Geralt breathed, kissing the curve of Eskel's ear and closing the clasp of his supple, black collar. "This is all for you." His hand slid to Eskel's hip, giving it a firm squeeze before continuing downwards, making Eskel's thighs drift apart, his hips canting upwards in invitation as he lowered down to his elbows on the mattress beneath him. "Can I?" Geralt rumbled, reaching for the oil on the nightstand.
Eskel released a breathy laugh. âGeralt, Iâll let you do anything if you just touch me now.â
And he meant it. Holed up in Kaer Morhen with the howling of winter winds just outside, flushed and water-slick from a trip to the baths. Held tight in his Geralt's arms with his collar snug around Eskel's neck. Only here, Eskel could lower his barriers completely, nearly melting into the furs beneath him as he felt Geralt press slow, warm kisses down his spine.
Geralt hummed reverently as he sank one oiled finger into Eskel's hole, crooking it just so to make Eskel's hips twitch, to grind his face into the sheets with a muffled groan.
"Feels good," Eskel murmured under his breath, and knew that Geralt could hear it. They were both intimate to the limits of each other's sensitivities.
Geralt made a quiet, smug sound and pushed inside a second finger, making no move to touch Eskel's cock, which hung, hard and heavy, between his legs.
Normally, Eskel would try to hurry Geralt's ministrations with a teasing comment or an impatient reminder that they didn't have the time, but that wasn't true here. In the space of soft sunlight, the nest of their furs and blankets, Eskel allowed himself to melt fully, eagerly accepting the slow strokes of Geralt's fingers, the kisses he pressed onto Eskel's scars, the pleasure which grew slowly, as warm as sunshine, as inevitable as the tide. Eskel's thighs were twitching by the time Geralt withdrew his fingers, but he had not begged Geralt to touch his cock. When the collar was on, Eskel was happy to take what he was given.
"Ready?" Geralt asked, and Eskel turned his face and smiled lazily.
"Since before you started."
"Don't act like you didn't enjoy it," Geralt hummed as he aligned the head of his cock with Eskel's entrance.
I enjoy it both ways, Eskel thought, the Geralt who bit his lip bloody, clawing at Eskel's leathers with a black-eyed fervor, who matched Eskel bruise for bruise because none other could keep up. And the Geralt as this, who touched Eskel like he was fairy floss and fucked him with open devotion.
"Wait," Geralt said, and turned Eskel onto his back with a hand on his shoulder.
"What?" Eskel asked, as Geralt hiked Eskel's his legs around Geralt's hips.
"Wanted to see your face," Geralt said huskily as he bent to kiss Eskel.
It was still Eskel's instinct to turn his face, to hide his scars, but that would mean missing Geralt's mouth, the slick, hot tongue he licked between Eskel's lips.
"Not much to see," Eskel still muttered, after Geralt leaned back.
"There is from my angle," Geralt smirked and Eskel rolled his eyes, hitching his hips to grind against Geralt's hard cock.
"Shut up and fuck me, Wolf."
Geralt growled playfully into their next kiss, and Eskel had Geralt's tongue in his mouth as he felt the first press of Geralt's cock against his entrance. The oil did its work well and Geralt pressed forward in a slow, smooth slide which punched the air from Eskel's lungs.
"You're beautiful, Eskel," Geralt muttered into Eskel's ear as he began rolling his hips, fucking Eskel with a rhythm that made him pant helplessly. "Wearing my collar," Geralt nipped Eskel under the chin. âI wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it. â
Only here, there wasn't anyone for leagues around to see anything. The windows where white with blizzard and piled high with snow. Lambert was snoring in the room below and Vesemir was puttering around the kitchen.
"I'd let you," Eskel answered, bringing Geralt's forehead down to press against his own. Only here.
Eskel was relaxing in a dingy tavern, nursing a tankard of shit ale that tasted like piss, when he overheard talk of a monster terrorising the neighbouring village. From what they said, it sounded like there were sightings of a black dog which mysteriously appeared out of nowhere, which was terrorising the local farms. There were also rumours of young boys being lured in by a beautiful woman and waking in the morning feeling drained of energy.
Hmm, this sounded to Eskel like it might be either a succubus or a type of vampire called an Alp. Heâd had a very⊠interesting run in with a succubus previously, and couldnât bet on having the same sort of luck this time around. He needed to go back to his room at the inn and prepare. Heâd visit this other village tomorrow and ask around for further information.
The next day, he carefully packed his bags and saddled Scorpion. He wanted to get to the village in fairly good time, so that he could find out as much as he could before night fell. He had a feeling that this was when the creature would be most active, unless he could stop it before then.
When he arrived he soon found the Alderman, who told him about as much as he already knew. Heâd have to ask the butcherâs son and also one of the farmhands for more details. The butcherâs son described a charming and attractive young woman with long auburn hair and slightly pointed ears. He said it was like sheâd put him under a spell and he couldnât remember anything that happened after meeting her, except for waking up feeling weak. The farmhand had a similar tale, although he said she moved with speed and was almost like a phantom. He said his own mother hadnât believed his story, and thought that heâd just been out with some whore and was making up excuses. He asked some of the other villages whether they had seen anything, and they had nothing much to add.
He spoke to one of the farmers, who mentioned that a black shadow he thought was a dog was terrorising his sheep a few nights past. Heâd shouted at it and chased it off into the woods, and showed Eskel the direction it had run.
Well, this certainly sounded like an alp to Eskel. Heâd encountered them before, and knew they liked to take their victims by surprise, sending them to sleep and draining their life blood. It seemed strange that this particular one hadnât actually killed any of her victims yet, although Eskel believed it was only a matter of time until she did. Especially as the full moon was only a few days away. Heâd have to be careful. Heâd drink a potion of black blood before facing it, so that if she did try to bite him, at least that had a chance of poisoning her instead of allowing her to drain him. Heâd need his strength.
In the late afternoon, he took a dose of the bitter-tasting potion and applied oils to his silver sword, before heading out into the surrounding woods where the farmer had directed him. He focussed his senses on finding the creature, but didnât have to search for long. He came upon a clearing and found a large black dog, which wagged its tail at him as if it had been eagerly awaiting his arrival. He was a bit confused by this, and took a step forward. The dog abruptly disappeared, only to be replaced by the most beautiful woman wearing a long black dress, laced up the middle, between her full breasts.
âStop right there, Witcher. I mean you no harm.â
What was this? She obviously knew what he was, and he didnât normally chat with creatures before they fought. Interesting.
âWhat do you want?â
âAre you the one they call Eskel?â
He must have looked shocked. He definitely felt shocked. How did she know his name? He found himself unable to say anything in response, so just nodded.
âOh, darling!â Her voice was sultry and Eskel could clearly see how she could put a man under her spell. She slunk closer towards him, hips swaying gently. âDonât you know? Youâre famous.â
âEr.. What? Why?â Eskel tried to think clearly. What sort of trickery was she trying on him?
âWell, my sister Victoire is best friends with a succubus. The stories she has told are that of legend. I just had to see for myself.â By this time, she was very close to him, and trailed a nail down the unscarred side of his face. âShe didnât say how handsome you were though.â
âWait, you know Rhelnore?â He didnât believe it!
âOf course. And when I heard you were traipsing around these parts, I wanted to see if the hype was true. There are not many of us who are willing to sleep with a witcher, but I always did like a challenge.â
âYou want to do... what?â His eyes nearly bulged out of his head, but Eskel tried to at least act calm. He thought sheâd just implied that she wanted to sleep with him, but surely she couldnât mean that, could she?
âI mean, there are probably not that many witchers who'd sleep with an alp either, so any way you look at it, weâll get something out of it. You look like a nice, strong man, and from what I've heard, the mutagens increased your stamina if not your vitality. Trust me, youâll enjoy this just as much as I will.â Her eyes had turned darker and she licked her lips.
âYou mean to say you planned this?â
âOf course! Why do you think I didnât actually drain those horrible little boys from the village? I needed to lure you here, but I didn't want you to just kill me. You wonât kill me, right? I promise not to harm youâ she pouted up at him. Hmm, this could work.
âI donât even know your name.â
âNaida. So what do you say, big boy?â
âWhat are you actually proposing? Sex is fine, but no biting. I promise I wonât kill you as long as you promise likewise, and leave the village.
âHmm, that could work, but I think youâll be getting more out of this than me. Iâll leave the village and you can claim your coin from them, but youâll need to make it worth my while. How about I put you to sleep and have my way with you? Or let me bite you, just a little bit?â
âHow would that be enjoyable for me? You canât bite me, I took a potion that would turn your blood to poison if you tried, so I wouldnât recommend that. I donât mind sleeping, but could you at least let me be awake for the first time?â
âRhelnore said you were one horny bastard. Hmm, ok. I think that could work.â
She dropped to her knees, and started unlacing his codpiece with her deft fingers. He felt all the blood rush to his lower body and he was growing harder by the second. When she was done, she took hold of his cock and gave it a slow stroke, before leaning forward and sucking the head into her warm mouth. He looked down to see her gazing up at him through her long eyelashes, lips stretched around his large member. She proceeded to bob her head up and down his length, trying to take as much of him as possible before choking, licking and sucking all the while.
To Eskel, it felt divine. Heâd not received head like this since⊠well, better not to think about that with the lovely Naida on her knees before him. He closed his eyes and gave in to the feeling of pure bliss, his hands moving to take hold of her hair and he started to gently thrust into her mouth. He couldnât help but moan when she released him with an audible âpopâ and her tongue delved into the tip of his cock, where she lapped up the precum that had collected there.
She played with his balls, and then swallowed him down once more. She was shielding her teeth, but he could sense the fangs millimeters from his cock. Eskel could feel himself getting close, and didnât want to waste his one opportunity by cumming down Naidaâs throat. She would no doubt insist on putting him to sleep straight away, and he wanted to experience more before then.
He tugged on her hair and asked her to stand up, helping her to her feet. She looked a bit puzzled, until he declared that it was her turn. He unlaced the bodice of her dress and exposed her heaving breasts. He reached out to caress one, and then bent his head to lick the other before sucking the hard nipple and swirling his tongue around. He trailed his hands down her body, removing the rest of her dress. She stepped out of it, and he knelt down in front of her, licked his hand and rubbed slow circles towards her dripping cunt. He could smell her strong arousal, and lowered his head to take a taste, lapping at her entrance. He couldnât stop his tongue from plunging into her, earning a drawn out moan from the woman in front of him.
He licked his fingers again, and then looked up at her before inserting a finger into her, pumping in and out. He soon added another, and started the process of stretching her out, preparing her. Eskel knew he was fairly big compared to normal humans thanks to the mutations. He licked and sucked her clit, and could feel her legs start to tremble.
When she was ready, Eskel guided Naida to lie down. He quickly stripped off his clothing and settled between her legs for one last taste. He then guided his cock into her, slowly at first, so that she could get used to his size. Naida had other ideas, and thrust her hips up to meet his, forcing him deeper, impaling herself. She wrapped her legs around his waist and begged him for more. Harder, deeper, faster. He could feel his balls slapping against her as she met each thrust with her own, moaning wantonly. He watched as his cock moved in and out of her warm body and felt her clenching tightly around him.
Naida grabbed Eskelâs shoulders, and using her surprising strength, flipped them both over, so that Eskel was lying on his back whilst she was bouncing enthusiastically on his cock, rocking her hips.
Eskel was mesmerized by her breasts, which jiggled with her movements. He cupped them in his hands, teasing and rolling her nipples. He suppressed the urge to bite them; if she couldnât bite him, it would be unfair of him to do so to her. Instead, he flipped them over again, and asked her to get on her hands and knees, ass in the air.
He took her from behind, leaning his weight on his knees and one arm, leaving the other free to stimulate her clit whilst he was pounding into her. He felt so amazing, every nerve firing endorphins into his brain and his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He knew he wouldn't last much longer. He increased the pace, and all too soon, he could feel his balls tighten and he shot his load into her. He pulled out, his cum running down her creamy thighs. He rolled over and lay back down next to the smug looking alp.
âHmm, now itâs my turn. Night night sweet witcher.â
She kissed him, and as her saliva magic weaved its way through his system, brain growing foggy with sleep, he could feel her hand travel back down to his cock, gripping it roughly. What a shame heâd not remember anything more of this night, although just the thought of being used in such a way and what could possibly happen would keep him going many a cold lonely night on the path.
He woke up from a dreamless sleep the next morning, his thighs a sticky mess and no vampire to be seen. He sat up. His throat felt raw, as did his arse, and his cock felt like it had been rubbed with sandpaper. He had deep marks on his chest, probably from Naida raking her nails over it. He stank of sex. Even the humans wouldnât be able to miss that. There was nothing for it. He walked his naked butt to the nearest stream, washed as best he could, got dressed and returned to the village to collect his reward.
Heâd been paid handsomely for his⊠exertions (not that he let it be known what had actually happened) and was soon on his merry way to the next town on the path.
The Game of Cat and Wolf - The Witcher (Aiden/Eskel)
Title: The Game of Cat and Wolf
Rating: E
Category: M/M
Pairing(s): Eskel/Aiden
Fandom: The Witcher
Character(s): Eskel, Aiden
Tags/Warnings: Anal Sex, Wrecktober, Wreckskel, Bottom Eskel, Soft Eskel, Soft Aiden, Top Aiden, Bloodplay, Oral Sex, Enthusiastic Consent, Dirty Talk, Softcore Porn, Soft Porn, Spanking, Anal Fingering, Aidskel, Come Eating, Dom Aiden, Sub Eskel, Dom/sub, Dom/sub Play, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Sex, Possessive Aiden, Jealous Eskel, BDSM Scene, Insults, Degrading Language, Consensual Humiliation, Humiliation, Verbal Humiliation, Loud Eskel, Loud Sex, Accidental Voyeurism
Summary:
A shiver runs down Eskel's spine at those words, his mind wandering back to when he surprised Aiden by wearing red lip paint, which had left decadent smears along Aiden's cock...
It has been too fucking long since they've done this, and Eskel is growing desperate.
Eskel gasps as Aiden's thumb slips over the slit of his cock, his touch gentle enough that it sends shivers up Eskel's spine. He resists the urge to grind into Aiden's hand, knowing that'll only make his lover withdraw his hand and leave Eskel denied the pleasure he craves. Aiden, seemingly sensing Eskel's turmoil, chuckles and presses a chaste kiss to the corner of Eskel's lips. Eskel keens, wanting to turn his head to capture Aiden's lips, but the Cat adamantly refuses him.
"I don't think so..." Aiden taunts, a laugh coating his words. "I haven't heard you beg for it yet, my sweet. Until you do, this is all youâre getting."
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Also, this fic is part of an event called Wrecktober 2021: Eskel Edition, whose Tumblr you can find at @eskelswrecktober. This is Day 2, the prompt being "Soft - Dirty Talk." We hope you all enjoy it, and we're really looking forward to completing what we can for this event ! <3
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"Shh, shh. You wouldn't want to get caught now, would you?" the sultry voice whispers in the shell of Eskel's ear, nearly pulling a loud, wanton moan from the deep within his chest. Clever hands dexterously unbuckle the belt holding up Eskel's britches, which now sag around his hips after a lean year on the path. "Barely inside the safety of Kaer Morhen and you're already acting like the needy little bitch you are. What would the others say if they saw you like this, huh, my sweet wolf?"
Eskel bites his lower lip, his sharp canines digging into the scarred flesh until the metallic taste of his own blood fills Eskel's mouth. His eyes roll to the back of his skull as Aiden's talented fingers slide inside his britches and take his twitching cock in hand. Fuck, it has been too long... far too fucking long since they last met up on the Path, and Eskel is wanting. Aiden tsks softly at him, his free hand coming up to scratch gently the spot below Eskel's jawline, which results in Eskel instinctively relaxing the muscles in his face and releasing the now bloodied lip. Aiden leans in then to lick the wound soothingly with his own tongue.
"Now, now, my sweet, strong wolf. Look what you've done." Aiden's fingers roughly grab Eskel's chin between his thumb and index, forcing the taller witcher to meet his unimpressed gaze. "I don't like you hurting yourself, Eskel. You know this, right?"
"I'm sorry-"
"Don't be sorry, just get better. Don't bite your lip anymore!" Aiden releases Eskel's chin and leans in for a soft, feather-light kiss, his mouth barely grazing Eskel's and leaving the latter feeling needy and desperate for his lover's attention. "Don't lick the blood, either. Red has always been your colour."
A shiver runs down Eskel's spine at those words, his mind wandering back to when he surprised Aiden by wearing red lip paint, which had left decadent smears along Aiden's cock...
It has been too fucking long since they've done this, and Eskel is growing desperate.
Eskel gasps as Aiden's thumb slips over the slit of his cock, his touch gentle enough that it sends shivers up Eskel's spine. He resists the urge to grind into Aiden's hand, knowing that'll only make his lover withdraw his hand and leave Eskel denied the pleasure he craves. Aiden, seemingly sensing Eskel's turmoil, chuckles and presses a chaste kiss to the corner of Eskel's lips. Eskel keens, wanting to turn his head to capture Aiden's lips, but the Cat adamantly refuses him.
"I don't think so..." Aiden taunts, a laugh coating his words. "I haven't heard you beg for it yet, my sweet. Until you do, this is all youâre getting."
"Please..." Eskel whispers, breaths falling short and fast as Aiden's hand purposely slows. He can't chase his release like this, but it's still just enough to have Eskel panting beyond the heat building in the pit of his stomach. "Aiden, please."
This October, I am planning a number of fics, where Eskel gets fucked by various monsters.
This was inspired by this post by @witcher-and-his-bard who posted a really great monsterfucker 2021 prompt list.
I also saw this post by @eskelswrecktober who's kinktober prompts are focused on Eskel.
I thought I'd combine the two, and try to come up with some Eskel-centric kinky monsterfucking fics for this October. These will all be pretty much dub-con, E.
I'm so anxious this! I hope that many artists join and we can accompany these beautiful stories with some art.
Always I'm so weak for any new content of Eskel. Our sweet and perfect witcher wolf boy deserves all the love in the world đșâ€ïž
Hi! No need to be anxious. It's meant to be fun. :) People can fill the prompts however they like - stories or art - so I'm sure there will be some people who decide to do some art to fill some days. As for collaborations, that's down to the individual creators. We look forward to seeing what you produce.
Hello đ so excited for this to be happening. Quick question... do the submission all have to be NSFW (in the spirit of kinktober/the wreckskel tag), or are SFW submissions okay?
no questions just iâm so happy this is happening bc eskel is my favorite character ever iâm so excited i canât wait to read everything thank you for doing this
He's our favorite character, too. :D We're glad you're happy about this event. I'm sure a lot of nice creations will come out of it. âĄ
Since your post was marked kinktober, I was just wondering if you would be accepting non-sexual kink, too?
Hey there and yes we do! You can make it as sexual or non-sexual as you'd like. We chose the name Wrecktober instead of Kinktober as a reason and added non-kink prompts so people could chose for themself what they want to write. :) Prompts-wise it's kind of a mix.
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