RATED E. Modern Witcher, Slash, Mpreg, Pregnancy Kink, Breeding Kink, Geraskifer, Magic Sex, Threesome (technically), Mild Gender Bending.
Geralt stared.
He was used to coming home to find Jaskier nose deep in Yennefer, but he definitely didn't remember her being six months pregnant when he left for work that morning.
Yennefer was lying on her back on the couch, her swollen stomach bulging against her nightgown. Her tits looked amazing too, round and plump and straining against the fabric of the little black number he had bought for her last Valentine's Day.
Yennefer moaned, back arching slightly off the cushion soaking up the sweat beneath her. As she turned her head she finally noticed him.
'Jaskier... Jask...Geralt'
Jaskier pulled back and looked over at him with hooded eyes, fluid dribbling down his chin and throat. Before he realised what he was doing Geralt dropped his bag and pulled off his shirt, hopping out of his jeans one leg at a time as he made his way over to the couch and slid down beside them.
Jaskier tried to wriggle forward and resume licking her folds but Yennefer tugged him backwards by his hair.
'Ah-ah, patience, pretty boy' Yennefer smirked as Jaskier groaned in frustration.
'Yenn please'
'Shh, shh'
Yennefer grabbed Geralt's hip with her free hand for balance as she hauled herself onto his thighs. She pulled Jaskier's hair again and he mewled, hips grinding into the couch for relief.
'Mmm, what's this?' Geralt kissed Yennefer as she made herself comfortable on his lap. She shivered as he ran a finger along the hard curve of her stomach; when his fingers dipped lower she caught him by the wrist and placed his hand back on the top of her bump.
'It's a magical ointment. From the discreet shop downtown. You apply it intimately and then you have fun.'
'And it makes you pregnant' Geralt nosed under Yennefer's jaw; she tilted her head and he pressed a soft kiss to her throat.
'No darling that's your job. Now-' Yennefer spread her legs a little bit, pointing her core towards Jaskier. 'Get back to work little lark.'
She released him and Jaskier dove forward, eagerly burying his face in her. Yennefer gasped and Geralt held her hand, watching as the colour rose in her cheeks.
'Feels good does it?'
'You have-ah-no idea-AH!'
Yennefer forced Geralt's hand flat on her belly button as she came, head thrown back against his shoulder and chest heaving. There was a tearing sound as her stomach swelled even further; the extra inch had been too much and her nightgown had split in half, the torn fabric framing her belly on either side.
Geralt's cock twitched.
'One.. orgasm' Yennefer panted into his cheek, 'One month of pregnancy.'
'And you've already had seven' Geralt couldn't resist the sudden need to rub his hardening cock against Yennefer. She welcomed it, grinding her dampness down onto him through the fabric of his boxers. Jaskier, panting, was watching both of them with glazed eyes; his hair plastered to his forehead, a hand clasped around his cock as he finished himself off.
He slumped bonelessly over the end of the couch, looking absolutely wrecked. Yennefer patted his ankle and smiled.
'Take a break darling. Now-'
Geralt couldn't help moaning as Yennefer rolled down his boxers and slid onto his cock with an obscene squelch. She was so slick already that there was no resistance, and he had to focus intently on not coming right there and then.
'Two more and it'll be nine months.' Yennefer rocked back a little and Geralt groaned, running his fingers down her back. His thighs were tingling and the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up.
Yennefer leant in close. 'I'll be ready to pop.'
Geralt growled and jerked forward, forcing Yennefer onto her hands and knees as he drove into her. The magic was affecting him too; his cock was so hard it was almost painful, and everything from the waist down tingled.
'Yes-yes-' Yennefer panted, eyes closed and hands white-knuckling the couch.
'Fuck me-breed me-oh gods-'
Geralt rode her so hard her ass jiggled. He grabbed her by the hips hard enough to leave bruises and dragged sloppy kisses up her neck, nibbling and licking.
'YES-YES-AH-AHH!!'
Yennefer moaned as slick gushed down her inner thighs. Her stomach was so big it was pressing against the cushion beneath her, and Geralt had to rise up a little to maintain a good angle.
He threw back his head and groaned as he came, sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine. Still bottomed out in her, Geralt rolled Yennefer onto her back and began to rock back and forth inside her again.
'One more, darling-oh-one more-OH'
Geralt grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the couch on either side, using his elbows to keep Yennefer's legs spread apart on either side of him.
'Yen-AH-fuck!'
'Keep going-don't stop!'
Something was happening. Every nerve ending was static, every inch of Yennefer's skin hot and throbbing and begging for a caress. She gasped, feeling the maelstrom building between her legs as she spread them as wide as they could go.
'Don't STOP-GERALT-OH GODS DON'T FUCKING STOP! '
Geralt thrust deep and Yennefer screamed, her entire body shuddering and twitching as wave after wave of pressure released. Her vision blurred, then went black, pinpricks of light dancing across her eyelids. She stopped breathing for a moment.
Sobbing silently into the cushion cover, hands clasped in Geralt's, she slid a little back and forth as he grunted and ground into her. He was shaking, arms trembling so violently he almost fell forward onto her, toes curling and eyes closed as he came.
'Geralt? Darling, breath!' Jaskier cradled Geralt's face, grounding him. When he opened his eyes at last Yennefer was asleep beneath him, pregnant belly still very much present.
'The instructions say that it will go away in a few hours' Jaskier smiled.
Geralt, swallowing and trying to get his breath back, eased carefully out of Yennefer and sat back. His cock was still sticking up between his thighs and he absentmindedly stroked himself before Jaskier gently nudged his hand away.
'Allow me, my beautiful Witcher'
'Mmm'
Geralt leant into the sloppy kiss Jaskier pressed against his lips, all teeth and tongue and the aftertaste of Yennefer. He let out a startled grunt when he felt himself slip into Jaskier's slicked-up hole.
'Jaskier, did you use the ointment?!'
'Shh, shh, just go with it love' Jaskier sighed softly as he bottomed out and began to rock back and forth.
'You two are going to kill me' Geralt moaned, scraping his fingers down Jaskier's back before tangling his fingers in his hair.
Yennefer woke up to the slap of skin on skin, loud voices, and the heavy fug of sex.
'-HARDER-HARDER-OH FUCK-'
She opened her eyes in time to see Jaskier's mouth gaped wide, eyes closed and face flushed as he came. He was on his hands and knees beside her, his stomach so swollen and round that she couldn't see his thighs. She wriggled forward and kissed the curve of it as Geralt groaned and spilled into Jaskier.
'Having fun without me?'
'Yenn-' Jaskier tried to talk but he choked on the rest of his words when Geralt picked up the pace again and started pounding into him.
'How many times was that?'
'Eight!' Jaskier wailed, tears in his eyes.
Yennefer sat up and gently cupped Jaskier's chest. He had grown breasts; they were bigger than hers, nipples hard and pink. She ran her fingers over them and Jaskier sobbed, leaning into her touch.
'Yen-Geralt-oh yes-oh fuck-'
Yennefer kissed Jaskier and he moaned into her mouth, tongue tingling as fresh heat flooded him. It was almost unbearable how good he felt, skin singing with electricity wherever he was touched.
Yennefer pulled back and settled down in front of him. Jaskier's arms gave way and he would have collapsed onto his elbows but she kept him upright with a quick wave of her hand.
'GODS-AH-AHH-AHH-'
'Come, songbird' Yennefer crooned softly, lips parted and so close to Jaskier's mouth they were eating each other's air. 'Start singing.'
Jaskier howled.
He splattered seed all down himself to his knees, getting half of it on the ruined couch beneath him. Geralt came with him, eyes rolled up as he roared with ecstasy.
They both collapsed bonelessly in a tangle of limbs, unconscious before they hit the couch. Yennefer smiled fondly and curled up against them, drifting back off to sleep.
