It’s strange to see Jaskier like this. Not just dressed in fine clothes, but dressed as a royalty. It punches the breath out of Geralt’s lungs, firmly draws the line between him and Jaskier, once and for all.
Because Geralt is but a witcher, and Jaskier is now a prince.
What they shared in the past matters no longer. That kiss in the rain that lit him up like a beacon inside, it will remain a memory, a dream.
But Jaskier approaches him, takes his hand, brings his knuckles up to his lips.
“What a scandal we’ll be, Witcher Mine.”
(written for @thepassifloradiscord drabble challenge)
Pairing: Eskel x Jaskier
Warning(s): underage, monsterfucking, loss of virginity (see ao3 for full list of tags)
Rating: explicit
Fic Summary: Jaskier has heard rumours of a beast in the forest who fucks men that trespass into its territory. He decides he wants this monster to take his virginty.
[read it on ao3]
@greyduckgreygoose asked for ‘ Naga + DP (two penises??) + Lambskier or Jaskel?’ for monsterfuckertober and here we are 7k later. Ty Grey this was a delight!
be aware, this gets horny almost immediately
Jaskier knows he shouldn't be out in the woods so late at night, knows that one day all of this will be his, that until his eighteenth birthday, he's confined to the palace grounds without an armed escort. But he's curious. And Jaskier's tastes have never aligned with what is conventional, he learned this rather abruptly after speaking to Valdo about their vastly differing tastes in (potential) sexual partners. And there's a rumour, one Jaskier's heard since he was a small boy, about a creature out in these woods who takes men back to its cave and fucks them stupid.
An attempt to repopulate its species, some say. A depraved man in disguise, say others. But Jaskier doesn't care what they say, nor does he believe the fabled creature is simply a man. Because tonight is not the first night he's snuck out into the forest. For months now Jaskier has been trying to catch a glimpse of the creature, finding nothing but odd grooves in the dirt and deer carcasses outside a cave.
He's been too nervous previously to enter the cave, but tonight is the night he's decided to do it. His assortment of creatively shaped sex toys isn't enough for him any longer and he wants something more. His cock twitches in his trousers at the thought and he's already filling out. Tonight he's going to get fucked by the monster.
Even thinking about it makes him ache and he presses the heel of his hand to his cock, eyelids fluttering at the sensation. Since his fourteenth birthday two summers past, his cock has taken it upon itself to perk up at the slightest provocation, but Jaskier has found the thought of anything odd and monstrous really gets him going. A few months back, he'd found a book in the library about a maiden who spent her evenings with a pack of wolves, letting them take turns with her body. The first time he'd read it, Jaskier came in his trousers at his spot in the library. The book now sits under his mattress for nights when he wants a little extra encouragement.
And tonight it's his turn. There are no wolves - nor werewolves - anywhere in the kingdom, but his monster need not be a wolf, so long as they have a prick and are willing to put it in him.
Jaskier groans again as his own cock throbs at the thought, but he cuts himself off abruptly as a rustling sound nearby breaks the silence of the forest. Jaskier straightens up, one hand still pressed against his crotch as he looks around. At first, there appears to be nothing, but then the shape of a man appears in the dark and Jaskier's traitorous cock decides he'd be good enough for a quick romp. But Jaskier tamps down the thought as he approaches. He wants his monster.
But as he gets closer, he realizes the man is far taller than he ought to be, standing at least two heads higher than Jaskier - and Jaskier is the tallest of his siblings.
"What are you doing out here, princeling?" the man asks and the low rumble of his voice goes straight through Jaskier's cock. "Playing with yourself? Surely you have private rooms to do that in, hm?"
Jaskier glances down at himself and realizes he's still squeezing his cock through his trousers. He quickly lets go, but it only makes his cock jut out further, revealing his arousal and proving the man's point.
"No, I-" Jaskier clears his throat and steadies his voice, "I'm here for the monster," he says.
"Monster?" the man asks, lifting an eyebrow in a way that makes Jaskier want to drop to his knees. Jaskier nods and tries to peek around the man.
"There's a cave near here," he says, "that's where it lives."
The amusement on the man's face grows and he nearly grins at Jaskier.
"Does it now?"
"Yes and I think I'll be on my way now."
"And what do you intend to do with the monster, should you find him?" the man asks and he seems to shrink before Jaskier's eyes. "Do you intend to hunt him? To steal his scales or milk him for his venom?"
"I- er… no?" Jaskier flounders. "Scales?"
"Mm, yes. You see, the creature you seek is a naga," the man explains, "with the upper body of a man and the long, scaled tail of a snake."
"O-Oh, I didn't know."
"I didn't think so. The scent of you says you're out here for something more than hunting or exploring. It's been a long time since someone came out looking to get fucked by the monster, I had assumed she'd gone back and told everyone there was no wolf-man, no sex-crazed beast, but in fact a snake-man, vile and repulsive."
The man moves eerily smoothly as he comes out from behind the bush and Jaskier is so focused on his bare chest, on the thick thatch of hair there, and the bulk of his arms, that he doesn't realize that the man is not a man at all. Just below his waist, dark smooth skin gives way to red shimmering scales that stretch out far behind him.
"Oh you mean yo- I don't think you're vile and repulsive," Jaskier says firmly.
The naga frowns. Clearly, he was expecting a different reaction. But Jaskier just takes a tentative step forward, keeping an eye on the naga's face to ensure he's not pushing too far.
"Still want to fuck, little prince?" the naga asks bitterly.
"What's your name?" Jaskier asks, ignoring the dismissal.
"Eskel. And you must be Julian," he hums, "none of the others are old enough or stupid enough to come out into the forest looking for a monster. But here I am, you've found me, what do you want with me?"
"I-" Jaskier starts, abruptly realizing he hadn't expected the monster to be sentient.
He hadn't expected to ask to be fucked, hadn't expected to have a conversation with him first. If he's honest, Jaskier had been expecting a mindless beast that would mount him as soon as it smelled his arousal and fuck him quick and hard, not caring for a moment about Jaskier's own pleasure.
"Well, princeling?" Eskel asks again, slithering forward and bending low so they're eye-to-eye. "You came out here to get fucked, didn't you? Don't tell me you've changed your mind?"
His tone is sharp, bitter, and speaks of years of rejection, maybe even hatred. But Jaskier can only think about how those arms would feel around him, how beautifully the moonlight bounces off Eskel's scales, how he learned once from Valdo that snakes have two cocks.
Jaskier finds his mouth has gone dry and all he can do is shake his head and meet Eskel's eyes, hoping his sincerity shows through. Eskel hums at him and brings his tail up under him, coiling it so he can lean back on it and inspect Jaskier.
"You're serious," Eskel concludes, "though you're barely more than a child."
"I have experience," Jaskeir insists.
"Experience?" Eskel smirks, tauntingly, "with what? your own hand?"
"I have-" Jaskier starts defensively, then falters as Eskel leans close enough that Jaskier can feel his breath, "toys…"
"Mm, and do you fuck yourself on them? Finger that pretty little hole until you can shove something inside it?"
Jaskier whimpers, nodding without meaning to, and his cock dribbles in his trousers. His whole body shudders as Eskel leans in, pressing his nose into Jaskier's neck.
"Please," Jaskier breathes. He doesn't know what he's asking for, but he wants whatever Eskel is willing to give.
Eskel's lips brush against Jaskier's skin as he pulls away and he stretches out, crooking a finger and motioning for Jaskier to approach.
"If you're determined to get fucked tonight," Eskel rumbles, "I'm not going to stand in your way."
Jaskier hurries forward, tripping over his feet in his rush and when he's close enough, Eskel stops him with a palm to his chest, holding him firmly as he dips down. At first, Eskel's lips only barely brush his own and Jaskier moans needily, desperate for more, aching for it.
"Tell me, little one," Eskel hums as he slides his palm down Jaskier's chest to where he's hard in his trousers. "Have you been fucked by a man before?" Jaskier shakes his head silently. "A woman?" Another shake of his head and his breath quickens. "Anyone?"
"No," Jaskier confesses, "but I have had a cock before."
"Mm, wooden cocks are nothing like the real thing, pet. Don't worry, you'll see."
Jaskier chokes on a groan as Eskel's hand cups him through his trousers, squeezing hard and stroking him with the heel of his hand. It takes all of Jaskier's strength not to come right there and then. But he doesn't want Eskel to think he can't control himself. He's easy, sure, but he wants to prove himself a worthy bed partner.
"Come here," Eskel says, sitting back on his tail again.
Jaskier steps forward and when Eskel gestures for him to come closer, Jaskier climbs up into his lap, his hard cock pressing into Eskel's soft stomach. He presses his hands to Eskel's chest gently squeezing the swell of his pecs and groaning at the feeling. Eskel hums too, tipping his head to nose at Jaskier's temple.
"You're so eager," he whispers, "why don't you show me what you want?"
"I can… touch you?" Jaskier asks and Eskel nods.
"Whatever you like."
Jaskier just squeezes harder then, tipping his head up to see Eskel's face, brushes his thumbs over the naga's nipples. He knows it feels good for him and he's thrilled to find that Eskel enjoys it too. Eskel bucks under him and strong arms come to wrap around Jaskier's waist.
"Good?" Jaskier asks and Eskel draws him forward into a bruising kiss.
Jaskier has only ever kissed one person and it wasn't bad, but neither he nor Valdo had really had any experience. Kissing Eskel is a whole new experience, and his skin prickles all the way down to his toes. His cock throbs as Eskel deepens the kiss, slipping his forked tongue into Jaskier's mouth and Jaskier lets out a sharp whine, hips rutting forward against Eskel's stomach.
He shudders, fingers pinching hard at Eskel's nipples. Beneath him, Eskel is hot and wanting and Jaskier has never felt so powerful. He sucks tentatively on Eskel's tongue and while he allows it, Eskel tires of it quickly, taking back control easily as he pulls Jaskier's shirt up over his head. The cool air makes Jaskier's skin prickle and he can feel his nipples harden in the night air, groaning at the sensation.
Jaskier reaches up, running his thumb over his own nipple and moaning loudly. He balks a little at the sound of himself, but Eskel just fixes him with a heated look, leaning back and letting his hands drift slowly down to Jaskier's waist.
"Show me how you like it, little one, I want to see how you bring yourself off at home thinking about the big bad monster in the woods." Eskel hisses the words come out low and half-threatening. "Prove you can handle it and maybe I'll let you ride my cocks."
Jaskier whimpers. So the rumours are true, after all. His hole clenches around nothing and his cock throbs at the idea of being stretched full of two thick, hard cocks.
Jaskier pinches his nipple, keeping his eyes on Eskel. He wishes he had one of his toys with him because he could finger himself in Eskel's lap, but he's already worked up that he wants more than that. He wants those cocks and he'll do anything to get them. So long as it doesn't mean getting naked.
He's fantasized for years about someone stripping him out of his clothes, about gentle hands unbuttoning while they kiss or of desperate hands yanking and pulling. So Jaskier compromises.
He shoves a hand down the front of his trousers, noting the way Eskel's golden eyes track the motion. Jaskier wraps his fingers around himself, biting back a gasp as the touch is so much more sensitive than he expects it to be. He nearly comes right there, shifting awkwardly in Eskel's lap and he has to squeeze the base of his prick to keep from embarrassing himself.
Slowly, Jaskier starts moving, keeping his grip firm and controlled as he slides to the head of his cock. He fingers the head, slipping around the crown and sliding his thumb along the slit. As he pushes a little further, a bolt of arousal zips through him and Jaskier's eyes flutter shut.
"Is that what you like?" Eskel murmurs, "playing with yourself under the sheets when mommy and daddy have gone to sleep? Keeping quiet so no one finds the little princeling with his fingers in his ass?"
Jaskier chokes and splitters, gasping out a groan as he spills over his hand, coating the inside of his trousers. Horrifically, Jaskier can't stop once he's started and his orgasm seems to last an eternity as he jerks into his own fist.
"Oh," Eskel breathes, "you do like that, don't you?"
Jaskier just whines low in the back of his throat as Eskel leans down to kiss his neck. But as Eskel shifts, something nudges up against the back of Jaskier's balls. He shivers at the teasing touch, but Eskel pulls back to look at him.
"Now look what you've done," he hums, "got me unsheathed already."
Eskel rolls his hips up and Jaskier realizes abruptly that it's Eskel's cock he can feel jutting up into him. It makes him squirm and as Eskel leans in to brush his lips against his, Jaskier shudders.
"I think you should show me yours."
Jaskier hesitates. He wants to, wants to give Eskel everything he asks for, wants to be good for him. But he wants Eskel to undress him, to feel those thick fingers brush against his skin, to shiver with every touch. Eskel cocks an eyebrow at him and Jaskier opens his mouth to speak, but he doesn't even know what he wants to say.
"Something wrong?"
"Would you-" Jaskier asks suddenly, but he can't find the words.
"Oh, is that how it is? You want me to undress you? Want me to strip you bare?"
Jaskier nods weakly and Eskel's hands come to settle on his hips. Eskel rubs his thumbs against Jaskier's skin for a moment before pushing his trousers down. Jaskier shifts to help ease their removal and the trousers are quickly discarded with Jaskier's soiled smalls. Now that he's fully naked, Jaskier feels powerful, sexy in a way he never has before with this powerful creature wrapped around him and asking for more.
"Oh, you are a wonder, aren't you?" Eskel muses, "still covered in your own spend and already hard again for me."
Something thick and solid comes up under Jaskier's ass and it takes him a moment to realize it's Eskel's tail. Something about the thought of it sends a shiver down his spine. Then Eskel's winding the tip of his tail around Jaskier's waist and lifting him up, coiling underneath him for him to sit comfortably. Like this, Eskel's head is at crotch level and Jaskier's cock twitches at the proximity.
"Should clean you up, messy boy."
Eskel doesn't give him any more warning than that before flicking his tongue out and sliding it up the length of Jaskier's slick cock. Jaskier moans softly as his hands scramble for purchase, eventually settling on winding his arms around Eskel's bulk.
Each flick of Eskel's tongue makes him squirm, but then Eskel presses in closer, pushing his head between Jaskier's legs and mouths at the head of Jaskier's cock. He pays no mind to Jaskiers whimpers and frantic whines, taking him deeper until his lips seal around the crown. Jaskier is already barely holding it together, but then when Eskel sucks, he shoots off, sobbing as his hips rock into Eskel's mouth.
But Jaskier's orgasm doesn't deter Eskel from licking and sucking his way down the rest of his length. If anything, it seems to encourage him, and while he doesn't touch, Jaskier basks in the heat of Eskel's body all around him.
Big hands push Jaskier's thighs apart and pull his hips forward, giving Eskel better access to his cock and Jaskier settles in, ready for whatever Eskel has to offer. But then Eskel pulls off his cock altogether and Jaskier whines at the loss. He writhes against Eskel's grip, but doesn't succeed in anything but tiring himself out.
Eskel licks and sucks the come off his prick and his thighs before gently letting him down again. Jaskier's legs wobble beneath him, but Eskel catches him, pulling him up into his lap again, sitting lower this time so Jaskier has a view of Eskel's cock where it peeks out from his sheath.
"You've done such a good job already," Eskel muses, "why don't you get me hard."
"Oh," Jaskier breathes, "okay."
He reaches forward with a tentative hand, brushing his fingers up the tip of Eskel's prick. It's smaller at the tip than his own, coming to a dull point, and Jaskier slides his fingers over it, letting them spread as he slips lower. But only a little of Eskel's cock is exposed and Jaskier is determined to get him fully hard. He still wants to be fucked tonight, after all.
So he tentatively dips into the sheath, feeling around the girth of Eskel's cock. Partway down there's a ridge and his fingertips catch on it before slipping over and further inside him. He wonders what it would feel like inside him, how it would feel when it slips inside, popping in like a knot. Jaskier whines at the thought and Eskel leans back on his elbows, looking up at him.
His cock slips free as Jaskier watches, encouraged by the press of his fingers, and when it's nearly fully exposed, the second slips out underneath it. Eskel moans softly, his hips shifting as his cocks slip free of their sheath and Jaskier can't help but reach around to feel the second. They're practically identical in every way; same purplish-red in colour, same bumps up the length, same ring around the middle. Gods, Jaskier has never been so desperate to get something inside him before.
"Mmm, that's good," Eskel breathes, leaning up to watch Jaskier's fingers wrap around him. "A little tighter, pet."
Jaskier squeezes around him, stroking him slowly, but his fist catches on the ring and Eskel ruts up against him. The look on his face is stunning and Jaskier can feel himself twitching back to hardness as he watches him. His cock is tender, even the shift of Eskel's tail under him has him gasping, but the sight of him, the sight of his cocks already has Jaskier wanting to come again. He wants to rut against him, to jerk himself off on Eskel's plush chest, to sink down on those cocks and let Eskel fuck him dry.
His skin prickles with need and he doesn't realize he's licking his lips, staring down at Eskel's cocks until Eskel reaches down to wrap his own hand around himself, gently nudging Jaskier's aside.
"Why don't you use your mouth?" Eskel suggests and Jaskier is dipping down before he can even think why not to.
Jaskier immediately wraps his mouth around the first cock, running his tongue along the ridges as he slides down the length of it. Eskel shudders, but settles quickly, reaching up to brush one hand through Jaskier's hair. He doesn't press, doesn't guide him, but Jaskier likes the pressure of his palm, the warmth of it.
So Jaskier takes him further, surprised both by the ease with which Eskel's cock slips between his lips, and how achingly good it feels to have his cock in his mouth. He likes the way the ridges bump against his lips, making them tingly as they force his mouth open, likes the heady feeling of having Eskel's permission, likes the taste of him. Eskel's cock is slick, wetting Jaskier's lips as he slides between them and Jaskier slides his tongue to the base of him, dipping into Eskel's sheath to taste him properly.
Eskel shivers under him and the fingers in Jaskier's hair squeeze a little tighter. Jaskier moans around him and that only makes Eskel squirm harder, gasping softly as his hips press up into the touch. Until now, he's been happy to let Jaskier suck him off without pushing, to follow Jaskier's pace, but his patience seems to grow thin as Jaskier wraps a hand around his second cock, stroking it in time with the first.
When Eskel's hips roll again, working in a slow, steady rhythm, Jaskier pulls up, sucking hard at the head of his cock before pulling off all together.
"Has anyone ever sucked both your cocks at once?" he asks and Eskel just lifts an eyebrow at him.
Jaskier knows what he must look like right now with his flushed cheeks and dripping prick and he knows to Eskel, he's barely a child, but he wants to be able to give him something no one has before, aches to be able to make himself memorable. Eskel just huffs above him and wraps his hand around his free cock, stroking slowly.
"Worry about one, little prince, don't want you to hurt yourself."
But Jaskier is running on adrenaline and the unending desire running through his veins. Even after coming multiple times, his cock still throbs every time he looks at Eskel's cock and he's slowly leaking over his tail, already close to coming again just from sucking him off. So Jaskier doesn't listen, slipping his fingers into Eskel's sheath and running them around the base of both cocks, slipping between them and slicking them up before wrapping his hand around them both.
His hand isn't quite large enough, so he shifts to circle both hands around them, propped up by Eskel's tail as he leans down to slide his mouth over them.
The tips of both cocks fit easily between his lips but about halfway, his lips are stretched around them. It doesn't hurt; if anything, Jaskier enjoys the stretch, enjoys the knowledge that he's being stretched open by two cocks, and even the saliva dripping from his bottom lip can't quell his burning arousal.
As he takes them deeper, he rolls his hips forward, rutting against the smooth surface of Eskel's scales. The friction is just this side of too much and Jaskier isn't sure he'll be able to come again after this, but he's too eager now, past the point of stopping himself when Eskel pulls him back, elevates him just far enough that Jaskier's cock can't rut against him. Jaskier whimpers pathetically around Eskel's cocks, but it only makes Eskel squeeze tighter around his middle.
"Fuck," Eskel mumbles, "look at you, so desperate for it, so worked up you could come just from sucking my pricks. You like it that much, boy? Like those cocks deep in your throat?"
Jaskier barely manages a nod and a muffed yes before Eskel's hips shift, pushing himself deeper into Jaskier's mouth. The heads tease the back of his throat now and Jaskier's lips burn a little from the unusual sensation of being stretched so wide, but he wants more, wants Eskel to fuck his throat, to use him.
A wave of arousal passes over him at the thought and he goes limp in Eskel's hold, hoping he'll understand and take what he wants from him. And he does, to an extent. Eskel is still gentle with him, but this time when his hips roll forward, he doesn't stop when Jaskier moans, just pulls back a little before sinking in again. And Jaskier's cock aches where it dangles helplessly beneath him, oversensitive and still desperate for any contact. He wants to reach down and bring himself off, to come all over Eskel's tail. But to do that, he'd have to let go of his cocks and he wants to make Eskel come in his mouth. Absently, he wonders if he comes from both cocks or just one, if it's a normal amount or twice as much come, which leads to the mental image of himself fucked out and covered in naga come. It sends a pulse of arousal straight to his cock and Jaskier's hips twitch forward on their own, succeeding in nothing but frustrating him.
"Had enough yet?" Eskel asks and Jaskier shakes his head firmly.
He doubles down as if to prove it, running his tongue along Eskel's cock as well as he can and slipping it between the two of them. He hums around them breathing hard as Eskel bumps the back of his throat again. Jaskier's so turned on he can't think of anything but burying Eskel's cocks in his throat and he shuts his eyes, pushing through the discomfort as he tries to do so. But Eskel catches his chin and tugs his head up, pulling him off his cocks completely.
Jaskier whines, but the sound is abruptly muffled by Eskel's lips against his own, unbearably soft after the pressure of having his mouth held open for so long.
"You're really somethin'" Eskel mumbles between kisses, "so eager to please, so sweet for me."
Eskel nips at Jaskier's bottom lip and for the first time, Jaskier notices his fangs, longer than the rest of his teeth and sharp and he wants to slide his cock between them, all sense of danger and caution long gone. When Eskel draws back, Jaskier stares at them, taking in the slight curve and the smoothness of them, working out the best way to slide his cock between them without hurting himself.
"What are you thinking, princeling?" Eskel asks, abruptly pulling him from his thoughts, "what's got that look on your face."
"What look?" Jaskier asks innocently.
"Like you're up to something," Eskel mumbles, leaning in to kiss Jaskier's throat. "Don't tell me you want me to bite you. You have to know that's impossible. My venom would kill a human as scrawny as you."
"'M not scrawny," Jaskeir frowns, "and that's not it."
"Then what? What would my little prince like, hm?" Eskel adjusts his tail around him, stretching so the tip comes up just under Jaskier's jaw and tips it up. "You can tell me."
"Wanna feel your teeth," he mumbles.
"I can't bite-"
"On my cock."
"Oh." Eskel stares at him for a moment as if trying to decipher Jaskier's true meaning. But when he looks back up at him, Eskel's face is painted with amusement. "You want to fuck my mouth? Little one, you won't last two seconds with a hot mouth around that prick. Look at you, you're basically spilling already.
Jaskier glances down at himself and he's a mess. There's a steady stream of pre-come dripping down to Eskel's tail, pooling there and dripping down to the ground.
"Come first and I'll suck your cock." Jaskier whimpers and rocks his hips pointless but Eskel huffs a laugh as he leans in next to his ear. "I'm not going to touch you," he says simply, "but if you want I'll talk to you."
"Please," Jaskier whines, "wanna come."
"Mm, I bet you do," Eskel whispers, "look at that little prick, so swollen it's ready to burst, dripping all over mine. Humans are always so soft and easy, but you're so beautiful when you're young, so eager and desperate and bursting with sexual energy. You'd come from nothing if I told you to, wouldn't you? So needy and desperate for it? Little slut."
Slut. The word sends a ripple of arousal through Jaskier's body and he cries out as his cock throbs with need.
"Yes," he whispers, "your little slut. Suck me please, I need to come-"
"Come first, then I'll suck you."
Jaskier chokes on a whine, but Eskel just huffs a soft laugh and moves to kiss his lips softly.
"You're already doing so well though, so good and wet for me. Look at the mess you're making, little one, spilling all over me, marking me up with your come. I'd let you fuck me if you wanted, but there's no point is there? You shoot off too quickly, wouldn't even get inside, would you? Too eager," Eskel chides, though his lips are soft and gentle when they catch Jaskier's in a deep lingering kiss. "Look," he says, and Eskel's tail slips away so Jaskier can tip his head down.
Eskel's fingers slip down below his cocks, teasing a seam in his scales that Jaskier hadn't noticed before. He pushes in slowly, parting the scales and Jaskier whimpers.
"Oh, you like that don't you?" Eskel asks, stretching himself wider so Jaskier can see. "You'd like to put your cock in me, wouldn't you? Like to sink into that hot hole and take your pleasure. Mmm," Eskel grins, pulling his fingers away so his slit falls shut, "we both know you'd ruin it. You wouldn't even get that pretty little cock inside before you'd come all over yourself in your eagerness."
Jaskier chokes and he doesn't hear the rest of Eskel's words as his cock throbs and he comes with a cry, spilling all over Eskel's tail just as he's described. His mind goes foggy and his body limp and Jaskier is only vaguely aware of Eskel guiding him onto his back. His tail pulls away and Jaskier misses the warm pressure of his body around him. As Jaskier settles, he brings his fingers up to his stomach, tracing the indent of Eskel's scales in his skin. He likes them, likes the thought that they were left by something so blatantly inhuman.
"Can you-" he starts, but Eskel's mouth seals around the head of his soft prick and Jaskier's sobs, fingers clenching in the soft grass beneath him.
Eskel is relentless, sucking him hard despite Jaskier's clear oversensitivity and all Jaskier can do is lie there and take it, shuddering with every pass of Eskel's tongue. Eskel sucks him down into his throat and Jaskier's on the edge of a knife, teetering between pleasure and pain as his cock fills again, growing hard between Eskel's lips.
He doesn't think he'll be able to come again like this. He's pushed himself further before, made himself come five times in a night once when he was feeling particularly horny, but never in a row like this, never without a rest between. But the sheer delight he feels when he opens his eyes and finds Eskel watching him, lips round where they encircle Jaskier's cock tips him over into pleasure.
Tentatively, Jaskier rolls his hips, testing Eskel's willingness and pushing his cock deeper into his throat. It's not quite the image Eskel painted for him, but it's good, too good, and Jaskier is already losing control again startlingly quickly. He wants Eskel's teeth around him, wants to grind up against them, but he can't stop himself, too caught up in the rush of arousal. But Eskel presses a hand to his abdomen, holding him down easily as he slips further up the length of Jaskier's cock.
As he nears the head, Eskel really leans into it, letting his teeth graze against Jaskier's skin and when he changes the angle slightly, Jaskier's prick slides perfectly between his fangs. Jaskier wails at the first slide, unable to stop from rocking forward into it again and Eskel remains still, letting him fuck himself stupid between his teeth. And Jaskier does, crying out after only a handful of thrusts.
Eskel swallows him down as he comes, taking his cock into the back of his throat and Jaskier writhes beneath him, grabbing at Eskel's hair and sobbing as he rides through the rush.
When Jaskier's settled again, his face is wet with tears and his whole body feels loose and weightless as Eskel pulls off and presses his thighs apart. Jaskier's still floating, only half-conscious in the face of oversensitivity, and he lets Eskel maneuver him however he wants.
Gentle hands press between his thighs dragging through Jaskier's spend and sliding down behind his balls. The first touch is sensitive, but Eskel doesn't wait before rubbing firmly against Jaskier's hole, using his own come as slick to ease the way as he presses into him. He gets two fingers in easily, rocking them in and out until Jaskier's hole flutters around them, desperate for more.
"Please," is all he can say, fingers clenching and unclenching in the grass at his hips, "Eskel, please."
There's a faint hum from his feet and then Eskel's hands are under his thighs and lifting him up until Jaskier's resting on his shoulders. The position might be uncomfortable, but Eskel is supporting his entire weight, holding Jaskier like a doll in his arms. The first pass of Eskel's tongue on his hole makes Jaskier cry out. His muscles are too sore to do anything but take it, but he wants to roll his hips down, take Eskel's tongue inside him and fuck himself on it. Eskel gives him exactly that, pressing in close and pushing his tongue inside.
He slides deep into him, licking in and out of his hole until Jaskier is slick with it, dripping a combination of come and saliva onto Eskel's hands where they hold him, and just when he thinks he'll die on Eskel's tongue, too overwhelmed by pleasure, Eskel pulls away.
"Ngh-" Jaskier whines, but Eskel hums softly, tilting his head to kiss Jaskier's inner thigh.
"Patience, my prince," he whispers, "how much do you think you can take? Think you can take both my cocks at once?"
Jaskier nods desperately and immediately, something firm is prodding at his hole again. It pushes in as deep as Jaskier's body will allow, then pulls back, fucking in and out in short thrusts to ease him into the stretch. And it does stretch, splitting Jaskier wider than any of his toys ever had, though it's a single object pushing into him, not Eskel's cocks.
Jaskier groans as it pushes deeper, brushing up against that spot inside him and Jaskier realizes with a start that it’s Eskel’s tail. His breath catches in his chest and Jaskier looks down at Eskel, eyes drifting lower to his cocks still hard and wet beneath him, but not inside him.
“Oh,” he groans, “are you- fuck." Jaskier groans as Eskel’s tail thrusts in and out gently, stretching him and filling him fuller than he’s ever been in his life.
“Still good?” Eskel asks and Jaskier nods soundlessly.
His cock throbs and he knows he could come like this, with Eskel’s tail thrusting into him and stretching him open. Jaskier’s eyes drop shut just as Eskel’s hands come up to his chest, holding him with huge hands that fit easily around his sides and brushing his thumbs over Jaskeir’s nipples.
“Gonna come for me again?” Eskel asks.
Jaskier just nods weakly, his cock aches, sore and still needy and he wants to come, wants to show Eskel how good he can be for him, but he’s not sure he can. He’s sore and chafing but he wants so badly to come on Eskel’s cocks - or at least on his tail, which is not something he ever even considered before tonight.
"Hurts,” he whines and Eskel pauses for a moment.
“Too deep?”
“No, ‘s good. My cock- oh!”
Eskel’s hand wraps around Jaskloer’s cock, squeezing gently and slowly pulling up to the head. He hums in amusement as Jaskier sobs and lurches forward, but he doesn’t let go.
“Come on princeling, you can do it. I know you can. Come for me, pet and I’ll give you what you really want. Tell me,” he taunts, twisting his wrist under the head of Jaskier’s cock. “What do you want, little one?”
“Your cocks,” Jaskier pleads, “Eskel, please-”
“Come for me,” Eskel says, pressing his thumb under the head of Jaskier’s cock and rubbing firmly.
Jaskier whimpers and his hips jerk into the touch, pushing him further onto Eskel’s tail. It nudges against that spot, rubbing into him and forcing him into an overwhelming orgasm that leaves him twitching and limp in Eskel’s hold.
“There you go,” Eskel whispers, slipping up to palm the head of Jaskier’s cock.
Jaskier cries out, trying to shift away from the touch as Eskel plays with him. It’s like electricity shooting through his entire body, so overwhelming that Jaskeir can’t do anything but sob and take it, reluctant to pull away but also aching for relief.
And just when he thinks it’s too much, that he can’t handle any more, pain gives way to pleasure and he can feel himself begin to swell again under Eskel’s ministrations. He sobs as his cock fills in Eskel's hand and Eskel tips forward to kiss him, nibbling at his lower lip and breathing heavily into his mouth.
“You’ve been so good, little prince. I think it’s time I reward you, hm?”
Jaskier can’t do anything but groan. He still wants Eskel to fuck him but he's not sure he'll survive it at this point. Eskel's lips pull from his mouth, trailing down his jaw to press hot kisses down his throat and over his collar bone. He's soft and gentle with each movement, but Jaskier can feel the heat beneath the surface, and he sees Eskel's cocks, he knows how badly he wants it. So Jaskier opens to him, tipping his head back and giving Eskel better access to the most sensitive parts of his neck.
His own cock sits heavily between his legs, dark red and still wet with come and each pass of Eskel's mouth sends a bolt of arousal straight through him. Then Eskel's mouth closes around one of his nipples, tongue flicking insistently at him and Jaskier whimpers, shaking as his body tenses with sensitivity. He feels like he's being torn in two, so desperate to continue this pleasure, but aching for it to stop. His cock has caught up with things again and it's half-hard between his thighs, though the faintest touch makes him whine.
It's too much but so good he can't stop and Jaskier's afraid he's been ruined for anything else. He'll never be able to bring himself to this level of overstimulated bliss and then push further. Left to his own devices, he's weak and will wait half an hour between orgasms until his prick has settled. But Eskel doesn't care to wait, doesn't care if Jaskier's aching and he brings him off again just playing with Jaskier's nipples, not even touching his throbbing cock that hasn't even fully hardened again.
There's a low rumble of approval and it takes Jaskier's lust-addled mind a moment to realize it's Eskel, cupping his balls and gently rolling them in his palm as his fingers slip back, prodding at Jaskier's hole where it’s still stuffed full of Eskel's tail.
"You look so pretty like this," Eskel muses, "dishevelled and perfect and all mine. Imagine how your father would react to seeing you like this? Or your mother. Oh, little prince, they'd be horrified."
The simple mention of his parents seeing him like this should be enough to quell the arousal vibrating through him, but it makes him feel incredible. He's always been the perfect son outwardly, attending awful meetings and learning the ways of palace life so that when his father passes, he can take it over. Imagine his advisors seeing him now, stuffed full and sobbing in the hands of a man they would call a monster.
"Let them," Jaskier mumbles and it comes out far less forceful than he means it to, but it seems to spur Eskel forward.
Eskel pulls him into his arms, his body sliding away back to the ground and slipping from Jaskier's hole. It feels horribly empty without him and Jaskier whimpers pathetically into Eskel's shoulder. But Eskel doesn't wait before laying him out on the ground, running one hand down Jaskier's stomach and toying with his cock again as Eskel adjusts himself over him.
But he doesn't fuck him immediately. Instead, Eskel brings his hips up to rut against Jaskier's sensitive cock, kissing his neck and nipping at his skin as he continues slipping against him. Jaskier can't do anything but sob, hips twitching with the need to get away from the pain and the desire to press closer. Eventually, Eskel makes that decision for him, pressing him firmly to the ground with his own body and grinding painfully slowly against Jaskier's cock.
Just when Jaskier thinks Eskel is never going to fuck him, Eskel slips down the length of his body, mouthing at his hip and his cockhead before sliding a finger into him. Jaskier wails as Eskel seeks out that most sensitive spot inside him, pressing against it and rubbing roughly.
Then, abruptly, Eskel shifts so his cockhead presses against Jaskier's rim, pushing in beside his finger and he's inside him. And Jaskier sobs. He writhes and squirms to push Eskel deeper, have him fully buried in his ass, but Eskel just rocks slowly, letting Jaskier adjust.
"'S easier with the maidens," Eskel mumbles, "one hole for each prick. You think you can handle them both in one?"
"Yes," Jaskier whines, "I can, I need it, please-" he's barely coherent now, begging and whimpering as Eskel pushes the first cock into him, burying himself in the tight heat of Jaskier's ass.
Eskel pulls back a little, fucking shallowly into him, then he draws all the way back, so the head of his cock is barely stretching Jaskier's rim, and reaches down to align his second cock. Jaskier grits his teeth at the stretch - more than any of his toys, more than Eskel's fingers or his tongue or his tail. It burns at first, but Eskel pushes in until they're flush against each other and he settles.
But Jaskier can feel the way Eske's twin pricks twitch within him, how badly Eskel wants to move, and when he looks down, he can see the outline of them against his stomach, bulging where he's stuffed full.
"Move," he whines and Eskel does immediately.
He's too quick at first, but Jaskier can hardly hold it against him after how long he's waited. Around them, the sky is lightening even as Eskel pins him to the forest floor and rams into him. Jaskier is oblivious to the passing time, unaware of how long he's been out here, or of anything but Eskel's body around him, within him.
Growling, Eskel takes Jaskier's hands, twining their fingers together and pinning them above Jaskier's head. He kisses him hard, slipping his tongue between Jaskier's lips and deepening the kiss as Jaskier moans for more. And Jaskier feels like he could split apart, like he could spontaneously combust at any moment.
His cock is hard again, his limbs loose and pliant and unable to even wrap around Eskel's body properly when he tries. He sobs into the kiss, fingers grasping desperately for purchase in Eskel's hair as his cock is pinned between them, trapped in the constant push-pull of their bodies.
When Eskel finds that spot inside him again, angling his hips to hit it with every thrust, Jaskier is thrown into another near-painful orgasm, choking on his sobs as Eskel kisses his neck and shifts to gently stroke him through it. But even the soft touch is too much and Jaskier shudders.
"Oh little prince," Eskel coos, "you spoil me. Look at you, absolutely wrecked for me, full of me-" he rises up, sliding his tail under Jaskier's hips to lift them. "Look," Eskel says, "see how full you are? Watch me, watch my cocks as they fuck into you."
Jaskier couldn't keep his eyes off of them if he tried. In this position, he can see every little shift as Eskel fucks him and he reaches down, brushing his fingers almost dreamily over the bulge in his stomach.
"You like that, princeling? Like being so full you can see it?"
Eskel is close. Jaskier's head is foggy and he feels floaty, but he can tell Eskel's close in the way his hips jerk unevenly, the way he talks. So Jaskier clenches around him as best he can and presses against the bulge in his stomach, doing his best to bring Eskel off.
And Eskel shudders above him, hips snapping hard and then settling deep and he groans a low rumbling sound that vibrates through his whole body as he buries his face in Jaskier's neck. Eskel shudders as he comes and Jaskier wraps his arms around his neck, guiding Eskel down to his chest and running his fingers through his hair.
Eskel comes for what feels like hours pumping Jaskier full until his cocks are not the only thing making his belly swell. When Eskel finally pulls out, Jaskier can feel the gush of it and it makes him a little squirmy, but Eskel bundles him up into his arms and brings him somewhere soft and dry to lie down.
Jaskier is only half-awake, exhausted and sensitive and cold now that the rush has passed, but Eskel curls his tail in such a way that Jaskier can lay on him, curled up into his chest. He listens to the sound of Eskel's breathing, the slow beating of his heart and it easily lulls him off to sleep. Just before he slips into unconsciousness, Jeaskier hears Eskel whispering to him, ruffling his hair with his breath as he presses a kiss there.
“Please, just call me Jaskier. I never cared for the name Julian, or the title Prince for that matter. Sounds rather formal between friends, don’t you think?”
The prince leads Geralt to a bench in the royal garden. The night sky is clear. Moonlight softens Prin—Jaskier’s fond expression, reflecting off of the delicate golden embroidery on his pale-blue doublet. There’s a sparkle in his eyes when they meet Geralt’s gaze.
“Friends? Is that what we are...Jaskier?”
A grin spreads across the prince’s face. Geralt’s heart picks up when Jaskier reaches out to cradle his face, caressing his skin there gently.
“I hope? Or maybe I can hope for more. My father did hold this royal ball just so I can select my betrothed.”
“You don’t even know my name.” Geralt desperately wishes to stay in this moment forever, with Jaskier so close and his cheeks rosy in the night chill.
But alas, he’s only allowed into the royal court because of the disguise—one of magical nature that only lasts temporarily. It is the reason he looks like an ordinary human lord right now, without a witcher’s white hair, or freakish eyes, or sharp fangs. It even came with a full set of royal attires made out of silk.
“I don’t need a name. I feel like I’ve known you forever.” Jaskier’s eyes darken as he leans in, his other hand flush against Geralt’s chest, against the silk that will only exist for a night.
The crisp night air is mixed with the fresh smell of grass in the garden, but on top of it all is the floral scent that is only Jaskier. Geralt lets his senses be overwhelmed by the presence of the prince, by his soft breaths ghosting over his skin and those enchanting lips well within reach.
Tonight is all he’ll ever have. Smiling sadly, he meets Jaskier halfway, their lips only a hair’s breadth away when—
The bell strikes. Once, twice...
Geralt startles at the piercing noise, pulling back from the prince. Is it midnight already? It can’t be this fast...fuck, he needs to get out of here before the magic expires.
Jaskier stares at him, confused. “What is wrong?”
“I need to go,” Geralt splutters, “I—ah, I need to leave right now. I’m so sorry, my prince.”
Jaskier’s face dims at the apology and his vulnerable expression tugs at something in Geralt’s heart, making him ache beyond imagination, but he can’t afford to linger. The bell is still counting down his sentence.
He takes Jaskier’s hand and presses a kiss there and turns to leave, only to be pulled back by the prince’s insistent tug.
“Wait, you don’t have to—”
“Please believe that I wish to stay, Jaskier, more than anything...but it’s important that I leave right now.” Panic bubbles up in his throat as the other man continues to ignore his plea. Instead, Jaskier only stills him by his shoulders with the steadiest look in his eyes.
“Stay,” Jaskier whispers, and it’s all it takes.
Geralt can break free easily, but somehow is unable. He’s too weak in the face of his dream, so close to touch yet still so far away.
To his horror, the magic starts fading as they hold each other’s gaze. Geralt can feel his hair change and his teeth sharpen. Chaos stings his eyes which are surely turning back to their monstrous yellow. His face crumbles out of shame.
And yet, Jaskier never wavers.
If anything, the soft adoration in those baby blue only grows, ever so beautifully, as the swirl of magic circles around Geralt and returns his clothes back to his usual raggedy dark fabric.
The bell strikes twelve.
The sound still echoes in the air as slender fingers return to Geralt’s cheek. He lets out a surprised gasp. Steadily, with the utmost determination, those same fingers thread through what is now silver-white hair. Tears glisten in Jaskier’s eyes.
“You think I wouldn’t recognize the man who saved my life? That I’d forget the witcher who gallantly jumped in between me and a dozen enemies, who offered me comfort afterward.” Jaskier lets out a wet chuckle, his heart picking up in response to the witcher’s. “I’d know you anywhere, Geralt of Rivia.”
The witcher can only stare as Jaskier continues to trace the shell of his ears, the tiny scar under his eye, and then, the pad of his thumb falls to the corner of Geralt’s mouth. It’s not often that his breath is taken away, least of all by a prince who's only supposed to be a fantasy that can never be.
“So you know it’s impossible for us." Geralt’s voice cracks. “I’ll always protect you from afar, Jaskier. Always.”
At those words, tears are now falling freely down the prince’s cheeks, which Geralt carefully wipes away. Under the stars and the moonlight, Jaskier presses his lips to the witcher’s, tasting of salt and heartbreak.
“Ridiculous witcher. Nothing is impossible.” Jaskier pulls away flushed. “As long you are here with me.”
Under the stars and the moonlight, the witcher might just get his happy ending.
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I heard ocassional fluff is good for you health or something, so this happened ;))
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As Julian stepped through the gate leading to the throne room, he felt nothing. He simply let himself be escorted by the royal guards, he saw his mother in all her glory sitting on the throne. Her gown black, symbolizing her grief, her blonde hair pinned neatly as a silver crown with blue gems rested on her head. And finally her cornflower eyes that mirrored his own, glaring at the mare sight of him.
They stopped right in front of the stairs leading to the throne, Julian didn’t shy away from his mother hard gaze as one of the soldiers proudly called.
“My Queen! May I present your son, Julian Alfred Pankratz the first, prince of Rivia and Lyria!”
The Queen pulled a fake smile that Julian knew all too well and said “Thank you sir Tovan. I’m glad that you found my son all well” Sir Tovan bowed to her, looking really proud as the Queen added “Now. Please leave me with my son, we have much to talk about”
Sir Tovan led his men out of the throne room, leaving only Julian and his mother present. They stared at each other for a long time, but it was she who spoke first.
“Julian”
“Mother” answered Julian in a bitter tone.
She of course glared at him and said “I have to admit that I am greatly disappointed in you”
If Julian was a boy, it would’ve hurt him but now he simply answered “I can say the same about you”
That made the Queen raise from the throne and walked down the steps where her son stood. She glared at him and slapped him saying.
“ You run from your home! Make me and your father look for you for the last 20 years! While you run with Butcher of Blaviken of all things, playing some peasant music! And dare to insult me?! Your own mother and The Queen of Rivia and Lyria?!” she let out a huff adding “I should sentence you to stoning for such thing!”
Julian glared down at his mother saying “You won’t do such thing”
The Queen glared at him asking “And why is that?”
He stood straighter as he said in cold voice “Because now mother, I am the rightful King of this kingdom. You might be the bound by blood to this kingdom but we both know that since father passed away your title as The Queen of Rivia and Lyria, means shit. So now that I’m here? I won’t let you ruin our kingdom any longer, I saw how you manipulated father into doing everything you wanted. And the poor man just loved you too much, to see what a bitch you really are. But no more of that. By today I am taking all your rights to the throne and to make any decisions even if I’m gone. And after my coronation, you’ll be transported to our summer residence near Yaruga, where you will live from now on”
“Y-You wouldn’t do this! You can’t!! You need me to run this kingdom! Just like your father did!” she screamed in hysterics.
Julian smiled at the woman coldly and called out “Guards!” as they entered the throne room he continued “Please escort my mother to her room and call my father’s advisors. I need to speak to them about my coronation and some other matters”
“Right away my prince!” said Sir Tovan as he bowed and signaled his people to take the Queen out of the room. She of course didn’t put up a fight, she was too proud to do that and went with them quietly.
As they all left the room, Julian looked up at the painting of his father that was hanging on one of the walls.
“Father you know that I’m not made to be a King! I want to travel and sing! Just like you once did! Before you married mother!” said seventeen year old Julian, while pacing in his father’s solar.
The old king let out a sigh, running his hand through greying his hair “Julek… I know but you’re the only heir to the throne, you need to fulfil your duty as a prince” Julian let out a groan as his father continued “I know that it’s hard for you, because I didn’t want to become a King either. But the destiny made it my path, so I have to follow it”
Julian groaned even louder as he threw himself dramatically at a sofa “Oh please father, spare me from this destiny crap…”
His father out a chuckle saying “Okay, okay… now how about you play something for me huh? I have few letters to write and with your beautiful music, it surely will go faster”
The young prince smiled brightly and took his lute saying with a low bow “Your wish is my command, Your Grace!”
The king let out a laugh at his son’s theatrics and continued on working, while a catchy song was filling his solar.
Julian smiled at the memory and said out loud “I wish you were here father… I could use someone to talk to…” he took a deep shaky breath saying “I won’t fail you and I will be a good King. There’s no one for me to go back to any way…”
The doors opened as Sir Tovan walked in saying “The advisors and awaiting your orders, your royal highness”
The soon to be King took one last look at his father’s portrait, before nodding to himself thinking.
It’s time to make his father proud.
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Few months after his coronation, the new king got his first problem to solve. In the nearby forest was probably a nest of kikimores, they already killed five villagers from what the man in front of him was saying.
“And why didn’t this matter reach me faster? Before so much of our people have lost their lives?” Julian asked the old man that came to him in order to seek help.
The man wasn’t even looking him in the eyes as he started at the stairs leading to the throne “W-We didn’t think t-that you would care! Whenever someone c-came to your father with such matter, t-the Queen told them not to b-bother them with such problems Y-Your Grace”
Julian let out a soft sigh and rubbed his tired eyes, his mother really didn’t care about the people of Rivia and Lyria.
“Do you think that maybe our soldiers could deal with it, Your Grace?” his advisor, Lord Henrik asked, from where he was standing beside his throne.
“No. Kikimore are dangerous creatures, we must hire a witcher” said Julian, trying not to think about, how the thought of his witcher crushed his heart even more. He then looked at the poor man in front of him asking softly “Did you lose someone to the monster?”
The man looked up at him in shock but nodded slowly saying “Aye after one girl got murdered… my son went to try and kill the creature with three other boys. But they died”
Julian’s heart ached at the pain the parents must feel, he saw many crushed families whose loved ones died because of some monster, while traveling with Geralt “I grief their deaths along with you and the others. We will take care of this matter, you have my word. For now don’t let anyone close to the forest, I will be sending food to your village every week so that you won’t have to hunt and risk your lives”
“T-Thank you! Thank you so much, Your Grace!” the man bowed in gratitude.
The king simply nodded with a small smile saying “I’m glad that I can help my people, that all”
Three weeks later, Julian was in his father’s solar or rather his own solar now. He was reading a letter from the King of Temeria, the man was checking if their truce was still in tact now that Julian is the King of Rivia and Lyria. When a knock interrupted his reading, Julian raised his head calling out.
“Come in”
It was Lord Henrik, the advisor bowed to him and said “My King, a witcher has come to talk about the monster”
Julian’s heart stopped as a thought came through his mind “What if it’s Geralt?” but he quickly shook his head mentally and cleared his throat saying “Bring him here”
“With all due respect but wouldn’t it be safer to meet him in the throne room?” asked Lord Henrik.
But the young King shook his head saying “I want to talk to him in private, no need for the theatrics Lord Henrik. Now please bring the poor man here, he’s probably standing outside in this rain”
“Right away, Your Grace” said the Lord and left.
Julian stood up and poured himself some wine as his hands shook slightly, the door opened and he turned just to see Lord Henrik along with a wet, tall, bulky man with a large scar on his face. Julian’s eyes quickly traveled to his medallion and instantly he knew who it was.
“May I introduce Master Witcher, Eskel” said Lord Henrik as the poor cat-eyed man bowed awkwardly.
“Your Grace” said the witcher, his voice quite pleasant and calm. Nothing like Geralt’s harsh and rumbling one.
Julian nodded to the man, before looking at his advisor saying “Thank you, Lord Henrik. Now please go and tell servants to arrange a room, a bath and warm food for our guest”
Lord Henrik’s face was priceless as he said “Forgive me… Your Grace but who is our guest?”
The King smiled at the awkward witcher and said “Master Witcher of course. Can’t you see that the man is clearly tired and wet? Oh and please do ask them also to take care of his horse, let them take it to my personal stables. Now leave us Lord Henrik”
“Y-Yes, Your Grace. I shall take care of everything” with that Lord Henrik left the room and Julian let out a sigh saying.
“I apologise for his behaviour, I will talk to him later” he looked at the shocked and clearly uncomfortable witcher and said “Please take a sit, Master Witcher”
Julian sat down at one of the sofas as the witcher also took a seat in front of him on the other one. The scared man cleared his throat saying.
“The room and… all that isn’t necessary, Your Grace. I’ll get the information that I need and I’ll leave peacefully”
The King frowned saying “It is necessary, you’re here to help my people and before you came here you were helping someone else. You deserve it, so please accept it” he ended with a smile.
The witcher returned it and said “Please call me Eskel, Your Grace”
Julian let a grin past his royal act and said “Only if you call me Julian”
Eskel looked a bit troubled before nodding “Sure thing… Julian. Now tell me about the kikimore”
And so Julian explained everything and tried to mention every little detail that could help Eskel. The witcher seemed a bit shocked by his knowledge of monsters and eagerness to help.
“-- and then we have your payment. I think that around 2000 guldents? Or do you want more?”
The witcher paled a bit and said “Y-You’re offering that much? And asking if I want more?”
Julian took a sip of his wine and said “Witcher’s are always not getting as much coin as they deserve. You risk your lives for people and you get insulted, attacked and not even get a fucking ‘thank you’. So as a decent human being I will offer you 2000 guldents now and another 1000 once you’re done with the kikimores”
“Julian that’s far too much I can’t--” started Eskel as Julian stopped him saying.
“You can and you will Eskel. You deserve it”
Eskel stayed silent for a moment, simply looking at Julian. After few moment’s his eyes widened as he said “You’re Geralt’s comannion! Jaskier!”
Julian flinched at the use of his old name and simply asked “How can you be so sure?”
The witcher didn't take his eyes of him as he said “Geralt always talked about you when he came home for the winter. He talked a bit about how you look and the fact that you indeed smell like a dandelion… which is a bit weird I suppose”
“That’s rather… specific” mumbled Julian as he continued on looking at his wine.
“But he failed to mention, that you were a Prince and now a King of Rivia and Lyria” said Eskel with a frown.
Julian let out a sigh saying “He didn’t know. I ran away from home when I was eighteen, to become a bard. Few months later I met him and stayed with him for 20 years, before it was time to wake up from this wonderful dream. Geralt sure as hell helped me with that and so I went home”
After a moment of silence Eskel said “He’s looking for you, you know?”
“Then let him look. I’ve been doing the same thing for years, now it’s his turn”
Eskel let out a laugh saying “I’ll drink to that”
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Eskel left a week later after the job was done, leaving Julian all alone once again. Although he promised to visit before winter, which warmed Julian’s heart a bit.
Now four months later Julian got a letter from Cintra. It was Queen Calanthe, who wanted to meet the new King of Rivia and Lyria, and even sign a treaty now that the war with Nilfgaard was upon all of them.
“I wouldn’t accept it, Your Grace. Queen Calanthe will bring doom over all of us!” said one of the members of the royal council.
“I agree! To hell with her!” added another one.
Julian let out a sigh saying “Thank you all for making your opinions known. I will think about what you said”
“Now there’s another problem that you should think about, Your Grace” said Lord Henrik.
“What is it?”
“You need to select a sorceress for your court” said Lord Henrik sternly.
Julian wanted to just bag his head at the wall, no matter how many times he said that he didn’t want a sorceress the council simply ignored him and continued on pushing him about this matter.
“I said it before and I will say it now. I don’t need a sorceress and that will be the end of this topic” said Julian harshly.
“Maybe we will be able to change your mind, Your Grace”
Julian looked towards the door where an elegant woman stood, dressed in a fine red dress, her dark hair neatly pinned. But it was who was with her made Julian’s blood boil, because it was Yennefer of the fucking Vengerberg. She glared at Julian, clearly unhappy to find out who he really was.
“This meeting is over, now leave me and our unexpected guests alone” said the young King, as everyone left without a question. Julian himself got up from his place at the council table and walked towards the window, saying “You won’t change my mind. I don’t want a sorceress, sorcerer, mage or a druid” he took a deep breath and turned towards the women adding “But I’m willing to at least listen to you”
The unknown woman nodded saying “That’s all I ask of you, Your Grace” before adding “I am Tissaia de Vries and this is---”
“Yennefer of Vengerberg” said Julian darkly “I had the unfortunate luck of meeting her”
Tissaia sent an unpleasant look towards Yennefer, but the purple eyed woman ignored her saying “Jaskier. I see that you decided to play King, tell me is Geralt playing with you?”
Julian glared at her saying “No. Geralt isn’t here, so I suppose that he won’t be able to be your plaything tonight”
Yennefer visibly flinched at his words, before turning and leaving the room. With her gone, Julian turned his attention to the confused Tissaia. He sent her a warm smile saying “I apologise for my manners, Lady Tissaia. Now would you like some wine?”
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In the end Julian refused the sorceress’s offer and only agreed that if Cintra will fall then Rivia and Lyria will help them fight. Julian also sent a 1000 men to help, Queen Calanthe but in the end they lost.
And now Julian was using all his resources to try and locate Princess Cirilla. Geralt’s child surprise, but little did he know that he won’t only find the lion cub of Cintra. But also his witcher, Geralt of Rivia.
This work has been expanded, posted and finished on ao3.
Au where Jaskier is a prince and he's been raised his whole life within the walls of the city, but all he wants to do is leave the confines of court and see the world.
He's 18 when war brings an influx of necrophages and the king puts out for a Witcher. Jaskier is excited because it's something new and he's right there the second Geralt arrives. And if he sneaks out to watch him work, well at least he doesn't get caught. Even if he does get a teeny bit in the way and maybe need to be saved from the ghoul he's supposed to be keeping out of the way of. Geralt doesn't mind - much.
He minds significantly less when Jaskier crowds him up against the wall and pushes his trousers to the ground. And Jaskier convinces him not to tell anyone how he got hurt. Geralt is kind enough - or cares little enough - that he agrees. And maybe Jaskier sleeps with him again before he leaves because Geralt is hot and Jaskier's persuasive. But then Geralt leaves and once he's gone and everyone is finished fawning over Jaskier and making sure his injuries aren't that bad, Jaskier is bored again.
So after a couple of weeks of sitting around with nothing else to do, he goes off in search of the Witcher.
