Jaskier plans to finally seduce Geralt and what better way than a sudsy warm bath.
The wind blows through the trees making the leaves rustle and I look up as a bird flies past, it's chirping a welcome sound from the harshness that we've left. I scratch absently at the bite on my neck and laugh as Ciri makes faces at Roach. She pets his mane and he snorts, nudging her hand with his nose. Geralt sits by Yennefer and catches my eyes. He smiles at me and my chest warms. The fatigue I've been plagued with has finally subsided and I'm starting to feel more like my old self. I still catch concerned looks from both Geralt and Yennefer but I've become almost a pro at hiding my symptoms. I polish off the rest of my lunch and Ciri bounds over to me, excitement making it hard for her to stay still.
"I'm so glad we'll be staying in an inn tonight. I need a bath." She lifts her armpit and takes a small sniff. I wave my hand in front of me and pinch my nose. She snorts and punches my shoulder.
"Like your any better. I'm surprised Geralt can stand to sleep next to you." Her nose wrinkles and she looks at Geralt. His white hair is tangled with dirt and grime and his face is streaked with sweat and dust from the road.
"Actually I'm not all that surprised. He's pretty smelly as well." I shrug and stuff the rest of my sandwich in my mouth. I happen to like Geralt's natural scent. It does something to me and I find myself hard with just the briefest brush of his body against mine. I don't voice my thoughts to Ciri but I'm also excited that we're staying at an inn tonight. I have plans to finally get what we've both so desperately been craving. I close my eyes and imagine how the night will go, Geralt on top of me, our bodies finally locked together in the sweetest way. I catch a sniff of my skin and wince. I definitely need a bath though.
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The barmaid is finishing filling the tub with steaming water and she pushes her ass back, looking coyly over her shoulder at me. She's not hideous but unfortunately for her the only firm ass I want to grab is sitting across from us eating a cinnamon pastry. He doesn't tell anymore lest it shake his badass persona but he has a sweet tooth. I look over at Geralt and he quirks a brow, amusement twisting his lips. The barmaid turns around and bumps into my groin. She giggles and pretends to stumble closer.
"Oops. I'm so clumsy." She pushes against me and her lips brush against my ear. "Come to my room tonight if you want a wild ride." She winks at me and throws a glowering glare at Geralt. She sashays out the door, her wide hips twirling in what I assume is supposed to be a tantalizing manner. Geralt huffs and slides the lock through the hole, sealing us off from the rest of the inn.
"Well. She certainly put it all out there." Geralt crosses his arms and grins at me, his teeth sharp.
"As if I would be interested in a barmaid when I have you right here." Geralt stalks towards me, his steps purposeful. I back up and my legs hit the tub. He grins down at me and his yellow eyes glint with want.
"I've been waiting to have you all to myself for days." Geralt captures my lips in a searing kiss and I cling to his shoulders. He forces his tongue past my lips and I moan. I enjoy the gentle lashing from his tongue for a few moments before I remember my plan to seduce Geralt. I release him and step away, putting some space between us. Geralt frowns and reaches for me again. I sidestep him and he growls softly, his eyes narrowing. I shuck my clothes off, my skin pebbling from the cool air trickling in through the window. Geralt watches me with a predatory grin. I lean over the basin and rinse the grime from my skin.
"I thought we could take a bath together tonight." I brush away the water clinging to my collarbone and Geralt swallows. He rips his jacket off, almost tearing the buttons in his haste. He shrugs off his vest and he stands bare-chested in the flickering candlelight and I sigh dreamily. His torso is littered with various scars and jagged flesh and yet he is the most delectable creäture I've ever seen. He shoves his leathers down his legs and kicks them aside. His cock stands tall, the veined shaft pulsating with blood. I curl my finger, beckoning him closer. His long legs eat up the space between us and he towers over me, his eyes trailing over every dip and curve of my body.
"I want us to enjoy a nice clean bath. Lean down and I'll rinse your hair." Geralt leans over the basin and I pour the warm water over the tangles, running my fingers through them. Geralt hums and presses closer to me. I can smell the earthy scent of his skin mixed with the spicy aroma of his sweat and my cock grows heavy. Geralt stands and wrings out his hair, the water clinging to his milky skin. I watch as water trails in rivulets down his chest and I almost swallow my tongue. Candles flicker around the room, their sweet scent perfuming the air and I push him towards the steaming tub. I step over the lip and sink beneath the sweet-smelling swirls. I beckon him closer and he stumbles a little when his foot catches on the rug in his haste. I giggle quietly and a faint flush stains his cheeks. He slips into the steaming water and groans.
"Feels good right?" Geralt nods and closes his eyes, tilting his head back to soak his hair. I grab the soap I bought from the inn keepers wife and straddle Geralt. He opens his eyes and grins lazily at me, his hands stroking my hips. I pour a small amount of the buttery smelling soap into my palm and slowly work my fingers through his hair. He leans his head forward and rests his cheek on my shoulder. His hands brush against my back and I place a small kiss to the shell of his ear.
"Smells good." Geralt's husky murmur is like a shot of liquid lust. My cock bobs under the murky water and I can feel his poking into my stomach. Who knew the simple act of washing someones hair could be so erotic, though if I'm being completely honest I imagine it's because that someone is Geralt. No matter what the man does I always seem to be in a constant state of need around him. His fingers tease and stroke my slick skin and I press closer, our cocks bumping together. Bubbles float around us from the soap and I pull away before I lose all sense of thought. Geralt grunts and reaches for me but I waggle my finger at him.
"Dunk you head so I can rinse your hair." He sighs in exasperation but does as told, his hair sticking to his face when he resurfaces. His yellow eyes glint in the darkness and my breath catches. He gazes at me with barely restrained desire, his face a hard mask of lust. He grabs my hips and pulls me onto his lap. The water swirls around us and I rock my hips slowly. Geralt tangles his fingers in my hair and tugs. I get the hint and lean down to meet his lips. He is ferocious in his claiming and I slick my tongue over his lips. His hands wander down my sides, stopping to cup my ass and knead the sensitive flesh. I pull away with a short gasp and he quickly latches on to my throat, sucking and biting.
"Geralt." His name leaves my lips as a breathless whisper and his pupils dilate. I lose myself in the sensation of his lips on my flesh, his hands teasing and stroking my fevered skin.
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Geralt's POV:
Jaskier writhes in my arms, his cock bobbing in the water and his head thrown back in bliss. He is a sight to behold and I ache to possess him. A pretty flush spreads from the creamy skin of his throat down to the gentle slope of his chest. I follow the stain with my fingers and he shudders. His pretty little cock calls to me and I reach under the water to grip it gently in my fist. Jaskier hisses and lifts his hips. I fist his cock and slowly stroke up and down, pulling the skin tight. His eyes are slits as he watches the movement of my hand and his lips twist.
"Gods Geralt." He huffs and lifts his hips higher, the tip of his cock breaching the water. His skin glistens so beautifully and I can't help getting another taste. I latch onto his collarbone and suck the delicate flesh. I sink my teeth in and he yelps, his cock pulsating in my grip. I grin and bite down harder, the taste of his blood filling my mouth. Jaskier thrusts into my fist and moans. It would seem my little love likes a bit of pain with his pleasure. I tighten my grip and move my hand faster on his cock, the water allowing for a smooth stroke. I rub the smooth, hairless plain of his chest and twist his puckered nipple. He gasps and stiffens in my arms, his cock kicking in my fist. I look down to see the water between growing milky with his release. He slumps against me, his skin sticking to mine. He mouths at my neck, his small teeth scraping at my throat.
"I love you Jaskier." I move to lift us out of the water and his hands clamp down on my shoulders. He tilts his head back to look at me and his eyes sparkle with arousal.
"I want tonight to be the night Geralt." It takes me a moment to understand his meaning. I gape at him and he smirks. He spreads his legs wider, straddling my thighs.
"Are you sure Jaskier? I'm happy to wait until your ready." Jaskier's leer is replaced by a sweet smile, his grey eyes filled with love. He presses a soft kiss to my lips and wraps his arms around my shoulders.
"I don't want to wait another minute to be completely yours Geralt. Now take me." His words whoosh out in a breathy demand and I pinch his ass. He giggles and presses down on my cock. I grip his ass and lift his up, my fingers spreading his cheeks and teasing at his taint. He drops his head to my shoulder and whimpers when my finger breaches his tight hole. He's like a vise around my finger and I know once I get inside him I won't last. I work my finger inside him, trying my best to stretch his muscles. He rocks his hips around with my fingers and his cock grinds against mine under the water. I grin and stroke his shaft. He's hard again. He continues to thrust against me and his breaths become labored, his cries becoming needier. I pull my fingers from his ass and align my cock. Thanks to water it should make it easier to sink inside him. I nudge his hole with my tip and he opens his eyes. They are hazy with lust and he licks his lips. I press in and immediately meet resistance. I press harder and gasp when I slide past the first ring of muscles. Jaskier drops his head and groans, his tongue flicking out to lick at my skin.
"Your so beautiful Jaskier. So perfect." I pepper kisses to his shoulder and he trembles in my arms. I slide in another inch and grit my teeth. Jaskier cries out and stiffens. I'm torn between wanting to take it slow and not hurt him or just slide in deep. Jaskier shakes like a leaf in the wind, his face pinched. I brush his lip with my thumb and he blinks blearily at me. I want him to feel nothing but exquisite pleasure. I take a deep breath and grip his hips. I pull him up slightly and pull him down in one smooth thrust, embedding myself deep inside him. Jaskier shrieks and sinks his teeth into my shoulder, blood trickling from the wound. He trembles and shakes and I hold him close. He feels like a silken fist around my cock and my eyes roll back when he squeezes around me.
"I'm alright Geralt. Please move." Jaskier smiles at me, his lips attempting a reassuring twist. I lean down and claim his flushed lips in a searing kiss, my tongue licking into his mouth, trying to ease some of his discomfort. I slowly start to thrust up, my thighs pressing against his ass. He clenches around me and I grunt. I grip his ass and fuck into him slowly, my cock already close to bursting. Jaskier pants against my mouth, his taste on my lips.
"I feel so full Geralt. So good." His eyes close when I grip his cock, stroking him in time with the gentle press of my hips. His breath stutters and he yells as his come splatters on my stomach. The water sloshes around us, some spilling to the floor with our movements. Jaskier is like putty in my hands and I wrap my arm around his waist, picking up speed, my thighs slapping against the perky globes of his ass.
"Your so tight little love, so hot around my cock." I've waited for a long time for this moment and time seems to stand still. My cock kicks inside Jaskier and a flash of light passes over my eyes. I shove inside him one last time, reaching deeper than ever before and shudder. I crush him to my chest and we ride the cloud of ecstasy together.
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The water has since grown cold and I run my fingers through Jaskier's tangled hair. We lay in our bedding, the candles low, their wax almost completely burned away. Jaskier snores quietly on top of me and his breath puffs against my chest, tickling my skin. My body is sated and my heart is full. I expected sex with Jaskier to be amazing but I didn't realize it would be so mind-blowing. I actually blacked out there for a moment. I rub the wound on his throat where my teeth tore his skin and grin. He will bear my marks for the world to see. I skim the lump on the other side of his throat and frown. He insists it's a bug bite but I'm not so sure. He tries to hide it from me but I know it plagues him. I need to talk to Yennefer and see if she can figure out what it is. Jaskier shifts in my arms and snorts.
"Mlove Geralt. Never hurt." I huff in amusement and stroke his face. Of course he would never hurt me, my silly love. I pull the blanket over us, not wanting him to get cold and press a last kiss to his nose. I close my eyes and let sleep claim me, a huge smile on my lips.