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It was a warm evening when Geralt and Jaskier finally stopped to set up a lakeside camping spot a miles outside of a nearby kingdom. Summer had come to The Continent, and this was shaping up to be the hottest summer in a long while.
A deep sigh escaped Geralt’s lips as he made himself comfortable on the spacious cot inside of the tent he shared with Jaskier, the tired witcher needed just a moment of peace after a long day of traveling in the summer heat. The traveling duo had to stop quite a few times along the way to make sure that Roach wouldn’t be too overworked by the heat.
“This heat is murder on my hair.” Jaskier whined as he tried to use one of Geralt’s swords as a makeshift mirror while trying to fix his hair.
“Your hair is fine.” Geralt growled tiredly as he looked at his traveling companion/lover. “And my sword is not a mirror.” The white haired monster hunter said as he carefully, yet firmly, removed the silver sword from the brunette’s grasp.
“But, my hair.” The bard said with an exaggerated pout as he turned to look at his lover and companion.
“Is perfectly fine.” Geralt said, safely putting his sword away before stealing a kiss, running his calloused fingers through Jaskier’s auburn hair as their lips came together in a passionate, fiery, embrace.
A low growl of desire rumbled within The White Wolf. He could feel it growing in his very being, that familiar feeling that came over him every time he was alone with Jasiker, it was that burning desire to take the bard and bring him to that sweet point of carnal ecstasy where pain and pleasure become one, and all Jasiker would be able to do is sing for his witcher.
Geralt’s tongue dominated Jaskier’s mount, exploring every inch of the bard’s most powerful tool for himself, all while stripping himself and his lover of their trousers.
Jasiker pulled back, panting for air as he tugged off Geralt’s black shirt, revealing his golden-eyed lover’s rippling, and deliciously hairy torso. Slowly tracing his fingers over the various scars that littered Geralt's chest, the blue eyed bard could feel every part of his very soul screaming at him to give himself to the witcher.
A small, submissive, whimper went through Jaskier as he found himself desperately rubbing his wet hole against Geralt’s heavy manhood. “Please, Geralt, take me.” He begged. Ever since that incident with the jinn last year, Jaskier had found that his body was always prepared to receive Geralt of Rivia’s meaty member, no matter the situation they were in.
“You don’t have to beg, my Dandelion.” Geralt whispered, his deep voice dripping with desire as he penetrated the blue eyed bard’s perfect arse in one swift motion, slowly impaling him on all 12 inches of his uncut manhood.
Jaskier arched his back, moaning submissively as he was penetrated by his powerful lover for the first time that whole day.
A deep growl rumbled within the white haired witcher, an animalist part of him taking over as he buried himself in Jaskier’s greedy entrance. “I have been thinking about this all fucking day.” He grunted as he fully entered the moaning bard.
“Me too, Geralt, me too!” Jaskier moaned submissively as he felt Geralt’s veiny cock rubbing against that extra sensitive spot inside of his hole.
Being suddenly stuffed full of the biggest cock he’s ever taken, caused the slutty little bard to let out a desperate moan so loud that it caused the birds to fly away from the trees around them. His self-lubricating hole squeezed Geralt’s massive manhood like a velvety vice grip, but Jaskier took to riding it like a true whore.
“Fuck, I fucking love you and your magical arse.” Geralt growled lustfully as he bucked his hips to match the rhythm of his lover’s bouncing. Licking his lips the witcher leaned in, and began suckling on Jaskier’s left nipple.
Jaskier’s bright blue eyes rolled into the back of his head, moaning loudly as he succumbed to the combined pleasure of Geralt’s ruthless pounding on his greedy hole and mouth on his sensitive nipples. “Oh god, yes!” He belted out as he rolled his hips, licking his lips as a renewed sexual pride and determination washed over him.
“Fuck.” The famed monster hunter growled as he drove his cock into the bard’s slick and hungry hole like a bucking bull in the middle of mating season. “Show me how much of a whore you are.” He ordered and bucked up into Jaskier even harder and faster.
The auburn haired whore let out the sluttiest of moans as he rode The White Wolf’s uncut cock with passion, flexing his hole when he lifted himself up then squeezing his hairless, and beautifully sculpted ass cheeks when he shoved himself back down.
Geralt felt like he was in pure bliss as he drove his cock into the younger male’s hungry hole, his bucking was relentless as Jaskier continued to moan and whine while riding him with a well practiced skill. Geralt focused back on his lover’s perfect pecs as they bounced. He was practically hypnotized as he stared at the auburn haired bard’s slightly hairy slabs of muscle rise and fall.
“Like what you see?” Jaskier asked, smirking. He sped up the bouncing and rolling his hips and his perky pectorals were glistening with sweat now.
“Damn right I do.” Geralt replied before he gave Jaskier’s perfectly round rear a hard open palmed slap, bucking upwards into his lover’s flexing hole with a renewed vigour; he was moaning and grunting as his bucks met with Jaskier’s bouncing booty, attacking his prostate with every powerful thrust.
“Oh fuck yes!!” The slutty little bard moaned as he started to really grind his ass down on Geralt’s throbbing erection. His own hard 6 inch cock was slapping against the older man’s hairy abs.
The two adventuring lovers were panting and moaning as they felt themselves getting closer and closer to the sweet release of orgasmic bliss.
Jaskier tightened his self-slicking hole even more as he bounced up and down harder than ever. He was the first to go over that orgasmic edge causing his hole to twitch erratically around Geralt’s throbbing member. “OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!” He bellowed at the top of his lungs while spraying his load, cumming so hard that his hot seed hit Geralt on the face, and all over his hairy pecs and abs.
“FUCK!!!” Geralt roared with pride when he felt his bard’s load hitting his face, the increased tightness of Jaskier’s hole was enough to truly awaken the animal within him. He rolled them over and threw Jaskier’s sexy toned legs over his broad shoulders.
“This cunt fucking belongs to me!” The White Wolf groaned as he rolled his hips back, and then slammed forward, driving his cock into the whorish bard’s abused hole with all of his superhuman strength.
Jaskier let out a long, pleasurable whine as his lover’s massive manhood ruthlessly pounded his all too willing entrance
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the tent as Geralt’s furry balls bounced off Jaskier’s round rump, with each thrust making sure that the bard knew that no matter how many other lovers either of them had, Jaskier fully belonged to Geralt, and vise versa.
“Mmmm! hurts so fucking good, Geralt…” Jaskier moaned, the mix of pain and pleasure was written all over his face.
“Going to make you really feel it.” Geralt purred before leaning his head down, licking and kissing his lover’s luscious pecs before attaching his lips to his lover’s pink nipple. The Kaer Morhen raised warrior pumped his hips with a fierce determination while suckling and nibbling on Jaskier’s nipple until it was a hard little nub.
The young bard moaned loudly, enjoying the feel of the older man’s mouth on his plump chest and cock drilling his ass, striking his prostate with every thrust. “Oh god!” He cried out in ecstasy, Geralt’s powerful and determined thrusts made Jaskier feel like he was floating on a cloud. “Don’t stop Geralt, please don’t stop!” He wailed as he blew a second load without touching himself, Geralt’s animalistic movements caused it to smear between them.
The bard’s second orgasm caused his hole to quake around Geralt’s cock, soon pushing him over the edge right after.
“FUCK!!!” Geralt roared in ecstasy as he started barking like a mad wolf, the increased tightness of the bard’s slick hole was enough to have his golden eyes rolling back when he reached climax, flooding his lover’s insides with white hot cum.
Jaskier moaned breathlessly, clinging to his lover as he was pumped full of the white haired warrior’s sterile seed. “That was fucking fantastic.” He panted softly, a blissed out grin painted on his face.
“Damn right it was.” Geralt purred before kissing and licking down Jaskier’s sweaty body, making the blue eyed bard’s whine when his cock left his cum filled hole. The White Wolf licked his lips and secured Jaskier’s legs over his shoulders, hungrily lapping his sweet cum from Jaskier’s hole.
Jasier arched his back, moaning loudly as he felt Geralt licking his own seed from his slicked and abused hole. “Oh fu-” His moans were cut off Geralt’s cum coated tongue entered his mouth. Jasiker’ mind went blank and all he knew was he wanted more of Geralt’s delicious seed.
“I don’t know what that jinn did to you, but I will forever be thankful.” Geralt whispered against Jaskier’s soft lips, his voice still heavy with lust.
Jaskier smirked, and kissed the hairy witcher and sweary once again. “You say the sweetest of things.” He said with a soft giggle.