#Gerskel

[rrrrraatt]

having geralt x eskel thoughts these days

#eskralt #gerskel #the witcher #the witcher 3 #geralt of rivia #eskel #geralt #my art #geralt x eskel #eskel x geralt

[midzilla]

a moment of care, afterwards

a request from @lookoutrogue

Alternate (cause my brain needed it):

#the witcher #geralt of rivia #eskel #gerskel #daily doodling #ty for reaching out sorry that I am a trash human who can't focus or do anything of use #I wanted to get this done before the end of year and this is technically still under the wire

[handholdinglion]

okay witcher thoughts

I’m watching this program abt rewilding the Lake District and there’s a sheep farmer who is against it as it destroys his livelihood & the farming communities way of life + it’s future !

so what I’m saying is…

- sheep farmer / wild horse caretaker eskel who’s family have farmed on the fells for generations. it’s not an easy life and it doesn’t really make any profit, but it makes him happy. Waking up each morning to check on the sheep (they roam pretty freely but he still likes to make sure nothing has happened over night), to feed the few chickens and hens and to groom any foals he’s currently raising

- baker / brewer lambert who continues in his foster families foot steps of producing the best bread + baked goods in the whole of the lakes (well that’s what the locals say) and has started his own brewery on the side (as it’s just the same as baking just with greater rewards)

- conservationist/ environmentalist geralt who was brought up in an old industrial town and found freedom from his mums family in a hidden patch of greenery amongst derelict red-bricked buildings. After passing his apprenticeship and spending years advocating for more green / wildlife spaces in towns and cities, he’s looking forward to an ‘easy project’. Cause how hard will it be to convince farmers about the benefits of nature

- journalist / blogger jaskier who’s hoping this placement year project writing and documenting for the National Trust will finally show his family why doing a joint honours in journalism was a good thing and far more important than (idk law ? politics ? business management ?)

they’re literally in my head 24/7 I’m sorry, everything comes back to them especially nature tv shows (or anything based in the north of the UK)

#the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier #witcher eskel #witcher lambert #modern au #farming au #? #aiden is 100% the pub owner #I just want him and lambert to flirt okay #the witcher is always on my mind #i love them so much #tw3 #Lake District au #gerskel #idk what all the wolves tag name is #help #geraskier #my own #my words #it’s my words

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Gerskel and Lambden fixations rise...

#lambden #gerskel #witcher eskel #witcher lambert #geralt of rivia

[julek]

Julek, hi! #59 on the kissing prompts for Gerskel, if it takes your fancy.

#59. kissing your lover's wounds after having bandaged them up read on ao3

The sun is dipping low, melting into the hills that shimmer gold against the pale pink sky. The vineyard stretches across the fields like a soft blanket, embroidered in dark greens and rich browns, covering the earth with ease. A gentle breeze rolls in, a sign of the impending autumn days that will follow, ruffling the old willow and its leaves, fighting to hold on a little longer. 

Geralt watches it all from his chair on the porch, much like he does every afternoon. 

There's something about life in the countryside that makes him feel grounded; waking up with the sun every day and going on about his routine feels different than it did when he walked the Path, somehow. There's no sense of extreme urgency, no feeling of dread as he reaches the larger cities, not a shadow of doubt or question as to whether he'll find refuge before winter swallows the roads, winding and tiresome as they grow. None of that, no — here he feels safe, knowing there'll be food on his table every morning and a warm bed every evening, there to greet him, to feed him, to shelter him. He feels connected, both to the earth and to himself, his own life, his own body. His very soul, if Dandelion was right about any of that. 

He wonders if it's what he was supposed to feel like, all those years; if, by chance, retirement meant reaching what his mentors had taught him would only ever be found in the throes of duty. 

The irony of it makes him smile. 

"Deep in thought, Wolf?" 

Geralt turns, even though he heard him coming from a mile away. Eskel stands at his side with a small smile, all broad lines and soft features, and Geralt allows himself to take him in for a little while.

Eskel makes him feel grounded, too. Standing there in his work clothes (so different from his armor, which he hung up some time ago, and only comes out every few months), worn and well-loved, his brow shining with sweat. His hair falling in his eyes as he looks down at Geralt, because he'll never let go of his juvenile hairstyle, no matter how much Geralt teases him for it. His skin glowing golden brown in the dying sunlight, tanned from weeks of working the fields, sunrise to sundown. His scars, glowing light pink like ridges drawn on the land right after the harvest, healed and forgiven.

"I am," Geralt replies, leaning down to grab the small wooden box where they keep their healing supplies. "Come here and show me your arm." 

Eskel clicks his tongue in protest but goes anyway, pulling a chair next to him. He injured himself working on the fields a day before, a too-sharp sickle and a thoughtless movement resulting in a big gash on his forearm, which Geralt lovingly and long-sufferingly stitched up and bandaged, after, of course, lecturing his lover on his carelessness. 

“It’s fine,” he says, even as he extends his arm so Geralt can unwrap the bandage, dirty and damp with sweat. “It’s healing normal.”

“Hmm.”

The wound is, as Eskel put it, healing correctly. After all, Geralt would be embarrassed to call his needlework sloppy, and Eskel, being the Witcher that he is, withstood the stitching with calm and grace. There’s a little blood dotting the cut, and Geralt dabs it away gently with a cloth, cleaning the wound thoroughly. 

Part of him knows he’s, perhaps, overreacting. It is a small wound, after all, clean-cut and simple, and Eskel could care for it on his own. But there’s no need for it, now, he thinks as he dips the cloth in antiseptic. He can be gentle, can wash away the pain with his hands now, can bring relief and comfort to the one he loves. 

Even if there are no more gaping wounds from a kikimora, no more deep gashes from a griffin’s talons, no more arachas bites to be endured. 

Even if it is just a scratch to the skin, he wants to tend to it. 

He can take his time.

Eskel is quiet beside him as he works. He must know, indulging Geralt like this. Perhaps he has the same thoughts, every once in a while. Perhaps he, too, thinks life is precious every time he holds it in his hands. 

Geralt lets the injured arm rest on his lap for a moment, reaching down to grab some spare bandages and a small pair of scissors. Slowly, he starts wrapping Eskel’s forearm with the clean linen, making sure it’s not too tight nor too loose, covering the wound until no red skin can peek out and risk an infection. 

He looks up at Eskel when he’s done, and without a word, brings his hand to his lips, pressing a small kiss into his skin. 

“All done,” he murmurs, Eskel’s eyes warm like honey on his. “You may return to your tomfoolery now, old man.”

“Thank you kindly.” A grin, toothy and wide. “However could I repay you?”

The sun is almost gone all the way now, the last of sunlight flickering through the trees. 

Geralt looks at their joined hands, and squeezes. 

“Sit with me a while.”

And it’s easy, like nothing’s ever been. Like he believed nothing should ever be. 

“That,” Eskel says, moving his chair a little closer with an old-man groan Geralt will tease him about later, “I can do.”

It's easy.

#mywriting #thank you so much for the prompt and your patience! i really hope you like what i came up with <3 #geralt x eskel #geskel #gereskel #gerskel #so many ship names #geskel fanfic #fluff #injury mention #blood mention #answered #on-a-lucky-tide

[witch-and-her-witcher]

oh lord, i’m finally releasing this to the public eye ... based on this ficlet, although i’ve adjusted for a more in-depth plot.

Vires Acquirit Eundo 

Geralt/Eskel | M (most chapters are T) | knight!AU, slow burn, mutual pining

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The pristine walls of the fortress loom imperially over the sprawling city of Spalla, recently refreshed and aiding the city’s image of reinvigoration. Spalla has seen a boon of growth since the clean-up work of criminal bands running the area accomplished over the last decade. Safe streets led to more and varied merchants bringing in their wares for the wealthy tax collectors and their friends and family that resided in the region - sharing their own post-war wealth.

The bustling economy and image of class the city now touted in turn attracted young peasants who had grown tired of ploughing fields by observing the older generations cyclical lifestyle. Plough, sow, tend, harvest, rinse and repeat while procreating vigorously to replace those who died at the whim of the lower-class fate. Filled with youthful optimism and lured by fantasies of a material lifestyle, a working class grew to rival the well-established ones within Rivia.

The gears of a healthy Realm turned successfully. All in all, Spalla’s improvement was as shining an achievement under Queen Meve’s rule as the defense of the Twin Kingdoms against the Nilfgaardian invasion.

Despite Geralt’s personal involvement in these accomplishments, there isn’t much appreciation this evening for the cleared streets of the city or the promise of further growth with new education reforms passing in Court. Hood pulled down low to hide his distinctive features, he sits brooding in the corner of the Fishbone Inn and Tavern.

He’s had one too many ales down already and he’s yet to wave the barmaid off when she suggests getting him another.

“An odd feller, out of towner,” the old shoe peddler had told him earlier that day, “He’ll be at the Fishbone, meeting with potential clients.”

The shoe peddler wasn’t known as a reliable information source, but Geralt’s desperate. He came to the Fishbone despite his own rationale in hopes he might find anything - even a whiff of treachery or illegal activity afoot.

“Fuck,” Geralt mutters under his breath. There’s still no obvious foreigner, no trace of hope of bringing justice …

continue reading on ao3

#geskel #gerskel #geralt x eskel #knight AU #witcher fan fic #my writing #thronebreaker au

[kueble]

Yenskier, Geralt/Eskel, and if you've watched blood origin then Eredin/Brian 👀👀👀

Yenskier: Ship It

What made you ship it? Season 2 had some fantastic interactions between them, and they are both hot and I am weak.

What are your favorite things about the ship? The ridiculous amount of sass.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? I don't really care for the "Geralt won't have us, so we better fuck" premise. I like them liking each other for them, not because they got rejected.

Geralt/Eskel: Ship It

What made you ship it? Pretty much fic and art from @witcher-and-his-bard and @justhereforeskel

What are your favorite things about the ship? They grew up together, and know everything about how the other works. Same struggles and background helps them bond like no one else can.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? I don't consider wolf witchers to be incest, but I'd still ship these two if they were related 🤣

Eredin/Brian: Ship It

What made you ship it? They are pretty, soft, and look very in love. Eredin is willing to change his allegiances for the chance to marry him.

What are your favorite things about the ship? They fact that they got together even though it seems like their lives weren't meant to cross paths.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? I don't know enough about them to have one lol.

#the witcher #yenskier #gerskel #blood origin spoilers #ask game #shipping asks

[codringher-and-fenn]

Would you like your heart ripped out and then caressed back into place? This piece is exquisite and if hurt/comfort is your thing, prepare to hit this fic for a top off on the regular.

#🗡️🗡️🗡️ #🌹🌹🌹 #🔥 #🍬 #📜📜 #💧💧💧 #eskel/geralt #the witcher fan fic rec #the witcher #witcher #geralt of rivia #eskel #geralt x eskel #geskel #gerskel

[jayofolympus-writes]

In Perpetuity

Zoodles

No Touchy

"In Perpetuity" would be the softest, sweetest Gerskel proposal fic. Lots of talk of how long they've loved each other, and how they intend to continue to love each other until the world ends (which isn't likely to happen all that soon)

"Zoodles" would be a silly little fic about Lambert teaching Ciri how to make noodles. Oodles and zoodles of noodles.

"No Touchy" would be about Lambert being overstimulated and needing to decompress, but having to manage getting home on public transport first (not at all inspired by real life events)

#ask games #writing ask game #jay answers #the witcher #gerskel #geralt of rivia #witcher eskel #witcher lambert #cirilla fiona elen riannon

[tafkamayle]

New fic just dropped. Modernish zombie apocalypse au with Geralt/Eskel and a nice healthy side dish of Eskel/Emhyr which I am being told I’m the first to use that tag on ao3, so there’s that. Have a look, why don’t you?

#fanfic #witcher #gerskel #geralt/eskel #eskel/emhyr #if I’m the first does that mean I get to make the ship name #eshyr eskhyr twin flames eh

[midzilla]

good laugh

#geralt of rivia #eskel #the witcher #daily doodling #gerskel #I'd say hello I am back on my bullshit but I never hecking left #I've been here and I've been hungry

[transholmes]

Chapters: 6/52 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eskel/Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Eskel/Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Eskel (The Witcher), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Lambert (The Witcher), Vesemir (The Witcher), Keira Metz, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Fringilla Vigo Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Book-Canon Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Game-Canon Eskel (The Witcher), Netflix-Canon Jaskier | Dandelion, Humor, Non-binary character, Nonbinary Character, Nonbinary Jaskier | Dandelion, Adventure & Romance, Political Alliances, Tags to be added, Characters to be added, Pairings to be added, and please for the love of all that is holy read the a/n before proceeding, Attempted Sexual Assault, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, gender corrective surgery - but make it magic, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst Summary:

Fifty-three years ago the Purge of the Witcher guilds were committed. The idea initially introduced to various monarch by a shadow cabal within the Brotherhood of Mages who feared the renegade sorcerers creating the witchers would one day turn their monstrous creations against them in a play for power. 

After the Purge the witchers seemingly disappeared apart from a few stragglers and the cabal congratulated themselves on the great success, believing that the few monsters who still roamed the Continent could be dealt with by other means should it prove necessary. 

But their glee was to be short lived. 

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A/N: Longest chapter yet. With a whole lot of nothing and yet also very little. Don't blame me for the poetry, I'm not Dandelion.

Two words of warning, this chapter contains a brief mention of a trans character being on his period, brief as in blink and you'll miss it,   and another of Jaskier having done what I guess could be called sex work to survive in the past. Nothing detailed here but all the same I thought I'd warn you all.

For those just now jumping in you can start the fic here.

#jaskier #eskel #geralt #gerskel #geraskier #jaskel #witcher eskel #geralt of rivia #willow writing

[justhereforeskel]

Appears from the dead to throw some (heavily cropped) sketchy nonsense at you before disappearing again 🐺💜

Full version is on PF or Blusky (links in bio 💜)

#eskel #geralt #eskel x geralt #tw3 fanart #this year has sucked and sucked away all my creative with it #but sometimes you can convince yourself that some gerskel sexy times is worth it #sometimes #my art #round 2 electric boogaloo aka dancing with the auto mods

[on-a-lucky-tide]

(Eskel/Lambert/Geralt, Lambskel, anal sex, oral sex, rimming, overstimulation, huge cock, desperate bottom Lambert, #wolf lads get rekt 2022)

Lambert shuffled through his hand and squinted at the line up on the table. They played the same game on the second evening of winter every year, but Lambert could never get over the fucking jitters in his chest. It was just Gwent. Just fucking Gwent. Lambert had been the champion of the northern kingdoms every year since he'd started on the Path, only dropping a season here and there when he couldn't be asked.

But playing Eskel? His usual strategies seemed to play out in a senseless jumble. The cards fell wrong, the plays never went his way. He knew why. It was the stakes. There was something more than money on the table; Lambert's arse. Or Eskel's. And fuck did Lambert want Eskel's arse. He'd watched it all day while they'd prepared the castle for winter. It tested the fabric of Eskel's trews when he bent over, full and just fucking perfect. Lambert wanted to sink his teeth into it as much as he wanted to sink his cock in, and--

"Your play, little wolf," Eskel rumbled and Lambert's eyes snapped up from the table. Eskel was smiling at him, honey eyes glittering with mirth. He knew he had the upper hand. There was sweat on Lambert's upper lip and he was fidgeting in his chair. One round down, if he lost a second in a row, then it was all over. What's worse was that Lambert had upped the stakes this year, allowing himself to be goaded and baited by the only man that could match Eskel.

"Don't think he has a play left," Geralt said, lounging by the fireplace. He slouched low in the armchair, his legs spread, an ale slanted over his thigh. Golden eyes flashed hungrily in the dim light, reflecting the dancing flames at his side. "Have you?"

"Your mouth won't be so smart when it's wrapped around my dick, cream puff," Lambert shot back and Geralt snorted with amusement before he took a swig of ale. Lambert knew it was a lost cause. Bolstered by his success on the circuit that year, he'd let Geralt in on it. Fuck, the only thing as good as having Eskel's arse would be Pretty Boy's smart-alec mouth sucking him off before hand, and maybe kissing him while he made Eskel come on his cock. Yeah, that... that had been a wet dream sweet enough to make Lambert arrogant.

But now, he was as good as fucked. He had multiple archers out, but his points were low and he'd overcommitted to spending gold early. Fuck. Fuck. He threw down the archer in his hand, drew a card, and slouched back.

Eskel leaned back, his head cocked to the side, and Lambert watched his hand as it left the table into his lap. The table was low enough to leave everything on full display; the slow, deliberate progress of Eskel's hand over the crest of his thigh to his full codpiece. There was no give to the material as Eskel rubbed his fingers across it, a soft sigh low in his throat, and Lambert's nostrils flared. Shit, the bastard was hard already.

If Eskel was that excited, then he thought he'd won. Knew he'd won.

"Oh, Lambert," Eskel said, his gnarled lips lifting into a more mischievous smile. "Better luck next year." The card hit the table and Lambert stared down at his own fucking face. Two damage plus additional damage to every duplicate. Every. Fucking. Duplicate. Lambert's line of archers folded like tissue paper.

"Hah," Geralt barked.

"Fuck off." Lambert scrubbed his hands over his face and watched Eskel through the slats of his fingers. His heart sat in his throat, his stomach fluttering. When Eskel's hand lifted and he beckoned with a crooked finger, Lambert left his seat like he was on the end of a string. He stood before Eskel with his arms hanging by his sides, a gasp punching from his chest as Eskel's palm rubbed over his crotch.

"So hard already," Eskel rumbled, massaging in firm, groping circles until Lambert's knees began to shake.

Geralt huffed. "He threw the game. Wanted you to wreck his little arse."

"Come over here and say that, pa--ahh!" Lambert didn't get to finish. Eskel squeezed his ample handful and Lambert's hips bucked forward. He latched onto Eskel's wrist helplessly, each shuddering breath making his lips quiver. He hadn't realised how on the edge he was, but now that Eskel was carefully plucking open his belt and ties, Lambert felt like he'd shake apart.

"Hmm, think you need to relax a little," Eskel said, hot breath fluttering over the flushed skin of Lambert's prick as it sprang free. The tip was already wet, precum welling from the slit as Eskel's fingers ghosted over a vein on his shaft. Eskel descended on him like a man starved, swallowing him to the root in one go, and Lambert's head fell back helplessly.

"Fuck, both look amazing," Geralt breathed, rubbing slowly at the growing bulge of his codpiece. Lambert dragged his eyes away to look down at Eskel, lips stretched wide around the base of his cock as his throat squeezed tight.

"Es--esk--fuh--" Lambert gasped, fingers burying in the mop of black hair with its shitty fucking haircut that had been the same for about a hundred years, but just seeing it every winter made Lambert feel all sorts of ways, because fuck Eskel could slowly pull him apart without even trying, and -

Two big hands squeezed his arse, pulling Lambert closer until Eskel's nose pressed to his groin, and then the pressure was easing. Eskel pulled off, saliva and precum dripping down his chin, and Lambert groaned helplessly. "C'mon, just..."

"Hmm." Eskel didn't seem to care. He mouthed over Lambert's balls, sucking gently, swirling his tongue, feasting on the taste of sweat and arousal. The only thing keeping Lambert upright was the grip Eskel had on him, his belt buckle clattering loudly around his thighs as he shook. Chair legs scraped nearby as Geralt left his perch, moving to Eskel's back for a better view.

"Nice." Geralt tilted his head, admiring the slant of Lambert's cock over Eskel's face, the misty look in Lambert's eyes. Yeah, Lambert knew he was hot, even managed a faint smirk before his head flopped back again and Eskel growled hungrily against the tender skin of his sac.

"Can show you an even nicer one," Eskel said as he pulled away, and Lambert's mouth dropped open.

"Here?"

They were in one of the old workrooms. A few years back they'd converted it into a general living space. It was a damn sight easier to heat than the grand hall, and most of the beaten up furniture had been gathered from the crumbling rooms around the keep. There wasn't much; a few armchairs, the low coffee table scattered with cards. But it felt a little more illicit than Eskel's fucking bedroom.

"Yeah," Eskel replied lightly, spinning his forefinger in the air. "Put your hands on the table, spread your legs."

Lambert's breath hitched in his throat but Eskel's tone brooked no argument. They'd made a deal. The same deal for the last five years, and it had been Lambert who had let Geralt in on it so he shouldn't get coy now. And fuck, yeah, his arse was a masterpiece, so...

Lambert let his trews slide down his legs to pool around his still booted feet and turned. He planted his hands on the edges of the low table and arched his back, gratified by the hitched sigh of admiration from one of the men behind him. Yeah, he was hot. He knew it. And he spread his thighs a little more, dropping his shoulders, with a little shimmy of the hips. His shirt slid up his back, revealing an expanse of bronze skin with its myriad of scars.

"Mm, yeah, can see why you're keen," Geralt said, his speech a little slurred from the Gull and the ale. Clothing rustled, Eskel's chair creaked as it moved, and Lambert bit out a tight cry as a warm, wet tongue slid down his cleft.

"Fuck," Eskel growled from somewhere over Lambert's shoulder. "He likes that, don't you, little wolf? Always wanted Geralt to kiss your arse, how's it feel?"

"Hnng." Lambert couldn't manage words. Geralt was a fucking master with his tongue. Of course he was; there could be no other reason that the witch kept his whiny ass around. But fuck it was something else to be on the receiving end. Geralt spread Lambert open, thumbs pressing into firm muscles, and lapped slowly over his hole. Geralt teased him into desperate clenches as the tip of his tongue flicked over his rim, making him buck and wriggle. Lambert melted under Geralt's attention, moaning into the table as his cock hung hard and heavy, drooling a tick pool of precum onto his own Gwent card. It was so good. So much. But not enough. He could walk the precipice, hold on and not embarrass himself with how desperate he was.

When Geralt's tongue pressed inside him, Lambert's eyes clenched shut as he tried to stave off the climax pooling in his gut. Geralt seemed to sense his resistance, taking his cock even as he licked into his soft furl. It took only a few slow, firm tugs for Lambert to peak, cock thrusting through Geralt's grip as come wetted his fingers. Lambert felt the bluster of Geralt's breathy chuckle against his spit-slick hole and groaned.

"So good," Geralt said, almost to himself. His hand withdrew from between Lambert's thighs and in the next moment cum-wet fingers pressed into the buttery soft muscle of Lambert's arse, making his back bow like a bitch presenting. "He's desperate to be full, look at that."

Lambert managed to twist enough to glance over his shoulder. He could see Eskel in his peripheral, his huge dick free from his codpiece and slick with oil where he was fisting it slowly. Those honey eyes were watching Geralt and Lambert intently, his angular jaw slack, his lips damp. "Yeah... fuck me.." Lambert rasped. "Want you, big guy. Want you so bad."

Eskel hummed as Geralt stepped back, head cocked the side, gaze misty with want. "C'mon, come get what you want." He held his cock upright, large hand squeezing at the base, and Lambert's mouth went dry. Geralt was watching from behind the armchair, his mouth still wet and slick. They wanted him to go and impale himself. They knew this was what he'd wanted, who was he kidding? He could have beaten Eskel any other day, with any other price on offer. But being stuffed full of Eskel's cock wasn't an opportunity he could pass up, even if he would never outright ask for it.

Lambert staggered upright, his knees weaker than a foal's in spring, and shuffled back. He felt Eskel's steadying hand on his hip as he lowered himself, ankles and feet tangled in his trews and useless. Eskel liked that, though. He liked it when Lambert and as a little off kilter, unsteady, because it made him desperate. Lambert felt the tip of Eskel's prick line up, wet with oil, and knew the stretch was going to make his eyes water.

His arms shook under his own weight, hands braced on the arms of the chair, thighs spread as much as he could. He lowered in increments, the burn of Eskel's cock working inside him slowly. Fuck, it was so good. Eskel didn't rush him, didn't thrust, but Lambert could hear his breathing become more ragged as Lambert's body sucked at him with each lift.

After an agonising eternity, Lambert finally managed to work himself down Eskel's length to sit in his lap. He felt Geralt's hand slip beneath his chin, nails raking through his beard, and his mouth fell open in a silent plea. Geralt seemed to know, his fingers teasing over Lambert's full lips to press on his tongue. "He wants to be full both ends, huh?"

"He always does. Perfect hole. Fucking hot and desperate." Eskel ground his hips up, holding Lambert in place, and Lambert's eyes rolled back. "Ah ah," Eskel tapped him, "if you wanna be fucked, better get movin'."

Lambert gripped the arms of the chair and lifted his hips slowly, groaning at the ache that Eskel left behind as he eased out. When he rolled back down, the stretch was a little easier, but Eskel still ground over every sweet spot and nerve ending. Lambert needed more, he needed to feel speared open, needed Eskel's load leaking out of him. He bobbed faster, shallow at first as he found his rhythm, until he was bouncing in Eskel's lap, his head held back by Geralt's hand.

Eskel growled and snarled near his ear, teeth biting into his shoulder, and Lambert moaned around Geralt's fingers, spit sliding down his cheek and chin. They were prying him open, filling him up, Eskel's thick cock molding his body into shape. His biceps ached with the pressure of moving his body, but he didn't stop, couldn't stop, desperately chasing the pleasure.

"Need his mouth on me," Geralt grunted, his hand pulling away. Lambert's head fell forward just as Eskel pulled him down for a hard thrust, grinding his cock in deep and keeping Lambert pinned to his lap. Lambert watched Geralt circle the low table and then straddle the end, his ruddy cock sitting in the v of his open trews. Eskel lifted Lambert effortlessly, fat cock pulling free with an obscene noise, and forced him onto unsteady legs before pushing him down to the table.

"Time to breed you properly, little wolf." His voice was husky, raw from the deep, pleased growls torn from him by the desperate grip of Lambert's body. Lambert flopped forward, his knees spread wide, and let Geralt pull his head down. The salty musk filled his senses as he swallowed Geralt's cock, the hand in his hair tightened and he relaxed his neck, letting Geralt fuck his face with a gentle pressure.

Lambert groaned as Eskel took his hips and fed his cock back inside, bottoming out in one smooth thrust. The big wolf's answering moan rumbled through Lambert's entire body, and he arched his back low, his body submissive as Eskel thrust in deep. The angle was fucking perfect, Eskel's prick grinding over Lambert's sweet spot with every pass. Lambert had filled again, cock adding to the mess already on the table surface.

The wet sounds of Geralt's cock sliding past his lips, the slap of skin as Eskel fucked him open, were obscene. Lambert dissolved into the pleasure of it, moaning loudly and freely as he submitted to their hold. Every sense was flooded, overwhelmed, his body wrung out on a tightrope. He could feel Eskel's firm grip holding him in place and Geralt's in his hair. When Eskel shifted, broad chest pressing to Lambert's back, to grind into him deeper, Lambert wailed around Geralt's cock.

He could hear their lips meet, the slide of their tongues, their soft, desperate moans. They were kissing over him, their cocks buried to the root, his body pinned between them; he was their toy for the night, their plaything. Something special shared and enjoyed together. Lambert's eyes rolled back and he came hard so hard he saw lights behind his eye lids.

"Hng, fuck," Eskel grunted, drawing back to fuck Lambert hard through the aftershocks. Geralt spilled down Lambert's throat seconds later, teased over by the feral look on Eskel's face as he enjoyed the needy clench of Lambert's body. Lambert's knees spread wide as Eskel's hips stuttered, letting Eskel spill deep inside him with a satisfied groan. When Eskel pulled out, he teased a thumb against Lambert's puffy hole, making his lover buck on the table as oversensitivity made every muscle seize.

Geralt pulled his chin up. "Like that, don't you? Eskel coming inside you. Filing you up. Gonna keep you full all winter, little wolf. Keep your legs spread for us, use your pretty mouth." Geralt smoothed a thumb over Lambert's lower lip, and Lambert licked gently at the pad. "Fuck, you're perfect."

Eskel's fingers worked inside him and Geralt held him still, his back arched. They had him gasping and begging within moments, Eskel's fingers stroking over his prostate in slow, firm circles. "Please, please... Fuck, ah, Esk--" Lambert's entire body shook as they wrung another orgasm out of him, and then another. Geralt teased his nipples, tweaking them between finger and thumb, while Eskel fondled his balls, leaving his aching cock to leak onto the table. By the time they were done with him, tears of overstimulation leaked down Lambert's cheeks and only Geralt's arms kept him upright.

"Hmm, this winter's gonna be fun," Geralt murmured later, with Lambert snoozing on the rug by the fire. "Think he'll agree to free use?"

"Hope so. Wouldn't mind fucking him over a few tables." Eskel leaned down and threaded his fingers gently into Lambert's hair. He would make sure Lambert didn't regret throwing the match.

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[witch-and-her-witcher]

Fourth chapter of Vires Acquirit Eundo for the end of the year! the geralt/gascon content no one asked for 😁

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[eskelwolfed]

Gerskel passionate gentle hour long love making under the stars brainrot. 💕