An: Romance isn't really my thing so appologies in advance if this is a little cringe.
"Y-you!" He pointed accusingly as the now familiar face brought with it the flood of memories that had been trying to free themselves.
Tumbling through the door as a tangle of limbs he slammed into the wall behind him with a thud and an "oof", his side knocking into the corner of a shelf and knocking a few of it contents cluttering to the floor. Oh there would be bruises come morning. Mumbling out an apology between frenzied kisses, the hazel haired honey kept him pinned in place with her lips and roaming hands.
"Not important." She dismissed, grabbing him roughly by his cobalt brocade jacket and dragging him across the room before shoving him back onto the chase lounge and straddling his hips as she peppered him with kisses once more. Jaskier was left breathless by the time the woman finished her assault, doublet cast haphazardly aside somewhere across the room and once neatly tucked shirt now a loose half undone mess. She leant back with a smile that was equal parts playful and dangerous as she asked. "Dare to be adventurous?"
"Depends milady, what did you have in mind?" He grinned, leaning forward to follow her lips only for her to retreat further as she climbed off him. Taking his arm and pulling him up off the cushions as she guided him towards what he could only assume to be her bedroom.
It was indeed a bedroom and a rather large and extravagant one at that, with an oversized fourposter bed draped in silks and quite frankly more pillows than anyone could possibly put to use. He had half expected to find ropes or chains or something of the like given her words, instead he found lit candles lined the walls, shelves and tables. Luxurious rugs and furs blanketed the floor, something fragrant, sweet, musky and oddly soothing was burning in one corner, the depictions on the tapestries that decorated the wall however were a little unnerving. All in all the room did not at all look like it belonged to the tiny little shack off the path the sweet honeyed brunette had brought him home to.
"I thought we might perhaps enjoy the company with a friend." She offered with a flutter of thick dark lashes as she toyed with the lace of his chemise. "She is a very pretty, buxom blonde I think you'll really like her, I know I do."
"Y-you want your friend to join, three of us?" Jaskier clarified, swallowing hard. That was certainly not a request he'd had bestowed upon him before. While he might have a little experience under his belt he'd never been with two women at once before.
"Yes I want her to join us on the bed, the floor, perhaps even the desk, wherever the lust and passion of the night might take us." She supplies with a coy grin as she walked her finger up his chest, sliding her soft hand up his neck to caress his cheek. "Don't be nervous love, I'll give you plenty of guidance."
He couldn't deny he was curious and maybe just a little scared, but then he'd never let his nerves stop him from jumping headfirst into all sorts of foolish situations before. She really did seem eager and he didn't want to disappoint, so trying and half succeeding for confidence he said. "I suppose one can't know if they like something if they're too afraid to try it."
"Oh you will enjoy it very much I can promise you that." She whispered seductively in his ear. "You and me, she and I," The bard's eyes widened a little at that, his breath catching. "Me, you, her and her companion."
Wait there was a fourth now?
He was starting to feel he was getting in way over his head here. Going from two to three is one thing but jumping straight to four was a little too impulsive even for him. "Co-compan..." His stammered out words swiftly died on his lips, his jaw dropping as the mention blonde slipped from a curtained door across the room. Buxom indeed, with damp hair smelling of fresh soap and lavender and very much naked.
"Would you rather us robed or undressed?" The blonde asked, eyes the same soft blue as Jaskier's own trailing over him and giving a wink before flitting back the the brunette beside him.
"Robed, I think it best to start with at least a little covering." The brunette hummed in reply, clicking his mouth shut with a soft chuckle as she purred, "It's his first time with a group." He distantly felt the flush that crept across his cheeks but his mind was too distracted to register the embarrassment that probably should have come with it. He was really starting to question why this had seemed so daunting in the first place.
And then the blonde retreated back to the bathroom, drawing back the curtain and incidentally revealing the equally undressed man who was exiting the tub inside and Jaskier's wide-eyed awe turned to horror. The man was old, like well into his fifties possibly even early sixties old, with a large crooked nose, pox scared skin and plump drooping jowls. Suddenly things were looking exceedingly less appealing.
Stumbling back a couple steps as he floundered for words, "Oooonn the other hand, may-maybe... maybe I-I'm not quite as ready for this as I though." He panicked, voice pitching an octave or two higher. "Oh.. Oh wow, no, no thank you.. N-not that I judge, each to their own, I've no qualms with getting a little adventurous but I'm not sure this is my thing." Eyeing the spot where the curtain thankfully shielded his view of the man once more, "Or my type. P-perhaps I should come back when there is a little less company."
"Oh come now my sweet little bird, don't go getting cold feet on me just cause there's another man joining the party." She teased, hooking a finger in the waist band of his trousers to halt his retreat.
Jaskier shook his head with a nervous chuckle as he tried to pry his pants free, keeping his tone as hushed as one could when it was practically squeaking, in the hopes the man in the next room wouldn't hear as he squawked out. "That really isn't the -he's old. Like fathered my father old... and hairy... in all the wrong places, and... and very, very, very, very not at all my type. At all."
"Hey, hey don't wimp out on me now, the night won't be the same without you my love." As enticing as the arms encircling him and trail of soft kisses along his jaw should have felt, right now it just felt confining. His eyes glued warily to the curtain covered door as the walls around him felt as though they were closing in. The image of the man was seared into his mind and he suddenly felt rather nauseous.
"Jaskier, look at me." She ordered, hands each side of his face forcing his gaze back to her own mesmerising deep turquoise. There was something hypnotic about them that somehow left him feeling just a little calmer. "I'll take care of you, we'll take it slow. Trust me, I know it seems daunting at first but once we get going you'll be having so much fun all these nerves and hesitation you're feeling will just fade away."
"I-I don't know..."
"Shh," she silenced him with a kiss, "You said it yourself, you won't know till you try." She smirked, one hand slipping to rest over his rapidly beating heart. "If at any point you feel too uncomfortable, I'll take you some place more private, just the two of us. Promise."
He was stammering out a muted, "Yeah, O-Okay." Before he even realised what he was doing and she stepped back with a smile, "Tell you what, I've my own special brew I like to call warrior's courage, one sip and you'll have that confidence of yours right back. Trust me." a wink as she trailed her finger under his chin before moving to give a sharp slap to his butt. "Ill go fetch you some, be a good boy and wait right here."
Jaskier found himself nodding as she gracefully stalked from the room, through the decorative door next to the bathroom. Maybe she was right, maybe he should give it a try, it might not be so bad. Still this warrior's courage sounded very good, he could certainly use it. His eyes caught on the lone wineglass filled with a deep dark blend on a small ornate table scattered with dried herbs and small coloured decanters nearby. That would help too, nothing like a little alcohol to dampen the nerves. He practically downed the wine in one gulp, gagging as the taste caught up, vilely foul and bitter and... oh, there was definitely something rotten in that.
He was trying to wipe the vile taste that clung to his tongue with the inside collar of his shirt when a raspy deep voice called from behind the curtain. "I saw your performance in the tavern the other night bard, I must say I was rather enthralled by your boyish looks and beautiful voice. I cannot wait to hear the songs you'll play on my instrument."
That had him gagging anew because, nope. No-no-no, no, nope not happening. Fuck that. He was not doing this, all the warrior's courage in the world would not be enough for... for that. It was suddenly feeling way too warm and dizzying, his was heart racing and stomach churning, and he legged it out of there as fast as his unsteady legs would take him. Not even daring waste time to find where his jacket had ended, she could keep it, he had others. Returning to his rented room at the tavern only long enough to fetch his lute before hightailing it out of town and as far away as possible.
"Again, I didn't steal anything, you crazy psycho." Jaskier continued to plead innocence, he'd taken nothing from her house. He tried to duck past once more but again she predicted the move. "Look, I'm sorry if my bailing on your-your strange orgy upset you. I was barely eighteen, if that, and had never done anything of the sort before, sorry if I lost my nerve. But if something was stolen I highly recommend looking into your other guests that night."
"The drink on the ornate table." The woman hissed.
"Wait that's what all this is about?" He asked, face scrunching in puzzlement, "The wine? If anything you should be thanking me, that was the most vile thing I've ever tasted in my life. I did you a great favour."
"That was a potion you imbecile. A very powerful, time consuming and incredibly difficult to brew potion with extremely rare ingredients. It took close to half a century to find everything I needed to brew it, only for some halfwit bard to drink it." She growled, and Jaskier felt himself shrinking back from her fury.
It didn't stop him opening his big mouth though, as he meekly supplied. "Well it was in a wineglass, how was I to know." In a flash the woman had a carved bone knife against his throat, startling a yelp from the bard as his eyes drew wider. "Oh-oh gods!"
"You took from me something irreplaceably valuable you little shit. But don't worry you have a very long time to regret what you've done, time borrower." Turquoise eyes flaring dangerously, and Jaskier found himself calling for the Witcher in a shaky panicked squeak, even though he knew logically Geralt wasn't nearby to save his hide this time. She pressed the blade deeper into his soft skin as she snarled out. "You took from me something irreplaceable, so in return I'll take what is most precious to you."
She didn't even give him time to scream as she drew the blade along his throat. The bite of the blade slicing his flesh and a vague swirl of light, the last things he registered as his world went back.