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Jaskier/horse please 🐴 Ironically, i don't know much about horses so don't know how realistic this would be but Jaskier starts pleasuring Roach, maybe when he's grooming her for Geralt, he accidentally touches her and she responds well so he does it on purpose after and when Geralt is away, he'll use his mouth on her or as a treat, fuck her. Luckily Geralt is oblivious, if not confused why he smells like horse more but Jaskier loves his new partner who always manages to make him happy

Warning: beastiality

I mean I know nothing about horses either but I hope you like it anyway :D

It had started off by accident. As summer dragged on and Geralt had a constant string of contracts it meant that he and Roach were left alone, a lot, most of the time in the woods to save spending coin at an inn, good in the long run but overall boring.

It had meant that Jaskier had to take up more responsibility. Thankfully he was never left to hunt his own food, Geralt would always come back at some point in the evening with some form of food, but his jobs were namely how to start and maintain a fire, to make sure they had shelter for the night, and perhaps most importantly, looking after Roach.

The latter task was probably the hardest of them all, his relationship with Geralt’s horse had been tenuous at most, sure he tried to slip her treats every now and then to gain her favor, but she seemed to remain ever loyal to Geralt, giving him nothing more than a huff as she turned from him. At least it was better than when they first met and she took to nibbling at his fingers when he wasn’t paying attention.

It was one of those nights now though, the wind was still and the night clear, their fire bright and crackling which had just left him the task of removing Roach’s saddle and giving her a quick brush down before letting her graze to her heart’s content.

Tonight though, the horse was…fidgety, constantly moving about and on edge and it wasn’t hard to figure why, even he could hear the sounds of Geralt’s fight in the quiet air. Admittedly he hadn’t listened to what monster it was, nekkers maybe, but occasionally Jaskier could hear the shrill shriek of something inhuman before it was quite literally cut off.

So, could he really be blamed if he weren’t exactly focused on his task, and on one swipe of the brush had the backs of his fingers brush against something soft and wet. Jaskier didn’t even think much of it, just kept idly stroking the soft skin which seemed to calm Roach down and cause her to snort now and then and almost move back into his touch.

It was only when the sounds of the fight died that he finally looked down and saw that he was stroking Roach’s cunt, granted the outside of it, but even in the dying light, he could see the pink folds and the small trail of slick that leaked out of her. Transfixed as he was he traced the shape of her cunt, mesmerized by it until the horse moved and his finger just teased inside of her, that he finally shook his head and pulled away, ignoring the horse stamping her back foot as Jaskier took to doing anything else at that point.

That night he could barely stand to look at Geralt or Roach, but he couldn’t help but think about what happened, of feeling the heat of Roach’s cunt around the tip of his finger and what it might be like to push them in all the way, or even better, his cock.

He shook the thought from his mind and took to playing his lute to distract himself, but just focusing on the way his fingers handled the strings, how they would probably still taste like the horse meant he quickly abandoned that idea and instead retired for an early night with nothing but a grunt from Geralt in response.

Come morning he was still plagued by thoughts of Roach, and it decidedly did not help that he was walking behind her, every now and then she swished her tail, and he caught a glimpse of her cunt again and the thoughts of what if before it was hidden again.

Frankly, he was surprised how long he held out, but two weeks since that first incident and with Geralt away on another hunt meant that Jaskier can’t help but indulge himself. Of course, he brushes her down first, makes sure she’s calm and watered because he definitely doesn’t want to be greeted by an angry Geralt, and then he starts it.

It’s just teasing a couple of fingers at first, similar to that night and when he hears Roach huff and stamp her foot before moving back onto his fingers, he bites his tongue as he pushes the first one in fully.

He can’t help but groan at how wet and open she feels and isn’t even given a chance to fully appreciate it before Roach is fidgeting and pushing back onto him, clearly impatient, and Jaskier can’t exactly refuse her as he pulls out instead to sink three fingers into her.

He earns a deep snort and whinny for his efforts and can’t leave her waiting as he fucks his fingers in and out of her, eyes fixed on his slick fingers fucking her so well she can’t help but let out little huffs before pushing back against him as if asking for more even as she snorts in her pleasure.

A fourth finger is coaxed in as well and Jaskier can feel his hand start to cramp but he knows Roach is close, hell he feels like he’s close himself as he drives his fingers harder into her until she lets out a neigh that he swears could wake the dead. He lets her prance away a little before shaking, but he doesn’t mind because he’s too focussed on watching Roach’s slick slide down his hand, leaning his head forward just for a small taste, before he sucks one finger into his mouth as he tries to undo his trouser laces with his free hand.

All it takes is his slick covered hand to wrap around his cock and the thought of sinking his cock into her to have him coming with a curse, his body shuddering through his orgasm. He almost falls to his knees he’s so weak with it but then Roach nudges at his shoulder and he manages to steel himself enough to tuck himself back in and clean himself before Geralt came back, making sure to thank Roach with an apple before he turned to a more innocent task.

When Geralt does return, his face is already flushed red with guilt and he can practically see Geralt’s nostrils flair and a sharp bolt of panic hits him, he forgot about the witcher’s enhanced senses, about how he probably smelled the whole thing but all he does is look at Roach for a moment. but he says nothing as he sits down.

It eats away at him all night though. He doesn’t expect to get away with it and expects at any moment for Geralt to say something once he found his words but there was nothing. Not even the next morning, or the next evening when they reached the town, when Jaskier had put Roach up in the stable and his fingers still dripped with slick as he stepped into their shared bedroom.

He only gets bolder with each passing day Geralt keeps silent. Even when the witcher is with him at their camp, sharpening his sword or whatever other witcher things he has to do, he’ll be there grooming Roach, her tail up high waiting for his touch as he brushes her coat.

He’ll tease her for a bit until she grunts and stamps her feet a little before he sinks two fingers into her even as Geralt warns him to stop messing around with Roach and to do the damn job. Oh if only he knew the truth of it as he sinks a third, a fourth, and then a fifth finger into her, edging the knuckles of his fist just into her cunt as he tries to hum a random tune to try and cover up the slick squelch of Roach’s cunt with every slide of his fist.

As much as he wants to though he can’t get her off like this, she’s far too noisy and Geralt is literally there so all he can do is angle another couple of thrusts into her dripping cunt whilst kissing the soft skin there until he pulls away entirely.

Sure Roach isn’t exactly happy and will nip at him for a while to try and get something more out of him, sometimes he’ll press a couple of fingers into her as he passes by or gives a quick lick to her cunt, but nothing more than that.

Things quickly escalate when they’re alone until he’ll spend hours whilst Geralt is off on a contract eating out Roach until spit and slick are dripping onto the front of his doublet, and long after that as well. If Geralt ever questions why he’s no longer begging to join him on hunts he doesn’t say anything, just goes off and tells him to look after Roach.

Roach has come to expect and encourage his touch, often turning her ass to him when she wants something, tail lifted and swishing every now and then to lure him in and he’s not proud to admit just how well it works. Even during the day, he’s often having to pet Roach’s flanks with a nervous laugh as Roach keeps trying to back onto him until she gets distracted by something else, most often Geralt whistling after her.

What he wants most though is a chance to fuck her, to properly fuck her. So far he’s had to content himself with hand jobs and humping her back legs as he fingered her or ate her out. It wasn’t bad by any means, he enjoyed doing it and wished they had more time to actually do stuff, but he was aching for a good fuck, and desperate to find out what her cunt would feel like wrapped around his cock for once.

The first problem though was the obvious height difference, given how most nights they camped in some forest clearing it didn’t exactly offer him a good vantage point to be able to sink his cock into her. The second problem was obviously Geralt, who occasionally gave the both of them odd glances during the day but still never said anything.

It’s months after they started this whole thing that he finally gets his chance to fuck her. It’s not pretty or romantic or anything, but it’s enough.

They’re in some far-out town that’s half-deserted, with the people desperate enough to house them whilst Geralt attends to several monster and bandit issues. So Geralt leaves, on foot, to scout out the area, but not before telling him to behave for the few days he’ll be gone, frankly, Jaskier can’t get him out of town fast enough.

The town is too poor to afford horses so the stable is empty apart from Roach and the townspeople are too scared of them, well Geralt, to come looking for him. Sure he’ll perform for them and tell tales of Geralt’s great adventures to try and lift their spirits, after that he might not get much spare time from them so he was going to make this count.

Roach is already waiting for him and greets him with a snort as she paces in her stall eager to get his hands on her, in her, frankly, he didn’t think the horse really cared. He spotted a bench on one side of the stable and all too eagerly tugged Roach towards it whilst trying to fight off her nipping and nudging.

He’s practically drooling when he sinks three fingers into her, and Roach shakes at the touch knowing she’ll be getting something good this time instead of being teased. He’s so desperate he almost tears his pants trying to get his cock out and it twitches when he pulls it out into the cool night air of the stable, but in the next breath, he’s teasing his cock at the edges of Roach’s cunt just to savor the moment a little longer.

He can feel Roach grow restless and he doesn’t want to leave either of them waiting any longer as he pushes his cock slowly into her, so he doesn’t get too overwhelmed, which turned out to be useless because he only got half his cock in before he had to stop so he didn’t come there and then.

It took several long, deep breaths and trying to ignore Roach growing restless under his hands before he pushed the rest of the way in. He didn’t give either of them any time to adjust, he just wanted to fuck her, to feel her cunt tighten around his cock as she got closer to the edge and let himself go to the feeling of it so that he was fucking her so well she couldn’t stop her neighing that surely would alert half the town.

The idea of someone walking in on them, of seeing him bent over her back and fucking desperately into her cunt, the slick slap-slap of their bodies connecting that sounded sinful in the stable sent a jolt of pleasure to his gut, so overwhelmed he could only groan and mumble nonsense through a handful more thrusts until he stilled and came deep into her cunt, grinding up against her as his vision whited out a bit and he milked every rope of come filling her up.

Of course, he didn’t leave her wanting, his cock was still half hard and he fucked her with small aborted thrusts, edging a couple of fingers in alongside his cock before she neighed and rose on her back legs a little, leaving him to chuckle as he pats her sides to try and calm her down.

It was fair to say he didn’t leave the stable that night, or the night after or every night Geralt was gone, eager to take every advantage he could of fucking his girl before he lost his chance for however long, maybe he’d pay a mage for some sort of portable stool? Those were thoughts for another day, right now though he was struggling to stop his breath hitching at the trail of his come leaking out of Roach’s cunt and not even thinking twice before he leaned forward to lick it up and tease his tongue at her folds.

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