#isengrim x eldain

[ainti-pretty]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Eldain/Isengrim Faoiltiarna, Iorveth & Vernon Roche, vernon roche & eldain Characters: Vernon Roche, Eldain (The Witcher), Iorveth, (briefly) Additional Tags: this ones fun, Graphic Description of Corpses, Torture, Implied/Referenced Torture, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, its from the past but uh. still mentioned!, eldain's willow tree!, Guilt, i literally havent written witcher fic in a year, so its probably wildly out of character. i dont care. take it or leave it., literally eldains fucking deranged idk what to tell u, hes slaying tho, (literally), Hen Llinge | Elder Speech (The Witcher), badly cobbled together by urs truly, translating english to a language that doesnt exist is surprisingly difficult lol, part of a series: so read foxlore before u read this Series: Part 5 of Foxlore Summary:

“You’re Vernon Roche, correct?” Eldain’s voice was smooth and high, and positively dripping in judgment.

“I am, and you’re Eldain.”

“You’re shorter than I thought you’d be.”

“As are you.”

Eldain’s eyes narrowed, and Roche saw Iorveth tense up next to him. Shit. Pissing off an elf known for skinning people alive was a terrible idea, no matter how delicate and fragile he seemed to be.

Or: Roche meets Eldain. New torture buddy unlocked! (Not really)

 title from: you can't go back, by the crane wives

yeah guess who continued foxlore

#iorveth x roche #iorveth #rorveth #isengrim x eldain #eldain #isendain

[bard-llama]

WiP Wednesday: Sequel drops

Love is a Feeling Meant to be Shared just turned into a series lmao. It’s a cute fic where Iorveth and Isengrim end up telling each other about their respective lovers and I 100% thought it was a standalone, but then I wanted to write Isengrim and Roche chatting about Iorveth and it turned out to be a sequel lol.

But of course we can’t stop there! I thought it was gonna be end game Roche/Iorveth/Isengrim/Eldain foursome sexy times, but then Roche went and brought up Sigi to Isengrim and now he’s gotta be part of it lol. Geralt may also be, because why not?

So first up we have Isengrim giving Roche the shovel talk.

Finally, Roche headed towards a nondescript house in Ellander and Isengrim decided it was time to break in and have a proper conversation with this dh’oine who had managed to capture Iorveth’s heart. 

The first problem with his plan materialized very quickly. He picked the lock on a window on the ground floor and slid inside – only for someone’s voice to startle him.

“Oh,” someone said. Someone whose voice was a lot higher pitched than Roche’s was.

Isengrim whirled around to see a woman sitting in an arm chair, smoking a joint. The woman’s hair was perfectly coifed, and her lipstick was bright red, leaving marks on the filter of the joint, but also making the curl of her lips stand out in the dimly lit room.

“Well,” she said, “you don’t look like Iorveth’s wanted posters.”

“What?” Isengrim said stupidly. 

“I wouldn’t really expect any other elves to be sneaking into my son’s house – unless you’re here to kill him?” She sounded remarkably calm as she asked.

Isengrim debated it for a minute, then reluctantly answered, “...no.”

“Lovely. Then come on in. Vernon’s just making tea.”

Isengrim stared at the woman who had clearly lost her mind, because who invited the person breaking into their home to tea?

“Mom? You talking to someone – fuck!” Vernon Roche himself, no longer dressed in armor, but in a casual tunic and trousers, entered the room carrying a tea tray and froze at the sight of Isengrim.

Finally, a reasonable reaction. Isengrim smiled his meanest smile. “I understand you’ve convinced Iorveth that you have some redeemable characteristics.” His voice made it clear that he did not agree and that convincing him would not be easy.

Roche tensed. “He told you?”

“Of course,” Isengrim sniffed haughtily. “Iorveth tells me everything.”

Roche’s face turned sour and Isengrim smirked at him. 

“Interesting,” the woman – Vernon Roche’s mother – said, tapping the joint against an ashtray. “How long were you and Iorveth involved?”

“Mom!” Roche hissed, not moving.

Isengrim blinked at her. “What makes you think we’re involved?”

She arched an eyebrow demonstratively. “He trusts you enough to tell you about his human lover. Of course you’ve been involved.”

Well. She wasn’t wrong, so Isengrim shrugged, deciding to answer, “Iorveth and I have known each other for a long time.”

It was true. They’d supported each other through war and betrayal and death. They knew each other about as well as anyone could know another. 

But in reality, they’d met not long before the start of the Second Northern War, four years ago.

“How nice.” She summoned Roche further into the room with a curl of her fingers. Mechanically, the notorious elf-hunter stepped closer, set the tray down on the coffee table, and began to pour them tea. Into three teacups – which Isengrim would be more suspicious about if there weren’t three more teacups on the tray. ‘Just in case’, apparently.

Roche pushed one teacup and saucer to the edge of the table in Isengrim’s direction, then served his mother the other before settling into the chair beside her.

“Come,” she said to Isengrim. “Sit down, have some tea.”

Slightly disbelieving, Isengrim shuffled forward, eyes on Roche’s hands, expecting him to pull a weapon at any moment. When he didn’t, Isengrim figuratively shrugged and dropped down to sit on the couch next to him.

The tea was actually pretty good, but there was no way in hell he would ever say that.

And just because I make myself laugh with this part, have a bit that’s a little later:

Eliza coughed, drawing their attention. “How’s the tea?” she asked, smiling benignly in a way Roche knew better than to trust.

“Uh,” Isengrim blinked. “Fine?”

“The art is accurate enough to pass muster, then?”

“Art?” Isengrim’s nose wrinkled under the scar that cut across his face, passing just under his eye. “What art–?” he looked down as he spoke and his words cut off quite abruptly as he spotted the various dicks depicted on his teacup.

He choked, flushing red. “What–?”

“I dunno,” Roche shrugged, smirking in amusement, “I think the elven ones are a little small.” 

The teacup pattern was one of Eliza’s favorite and therefore quite familiar to him. It was also her oldest set and one he remembered being used to teach him the anatomical differences between species before he was even old enough to pronounce genitalia. The cups were dotted in floral blooms, and at the center of each flower, a dick of some sort was pictured. Human, elven, dwarven, gnomish… he’d learned them all before he could read. 

He’d been much older when he’d learned that the artist’s renditions were a little exaggerated on the human side, showing them as the same size as an elf’s penis. In reality, elven cocks were much, much bigger. Big enough to make his mouth go dry, remembering how it felt to be stretched around Iorveth’s cock.

“Are they?” Eliza asked and Roche cleared his throat, refocusing. Eliza turned to Isengrim with a little smirk on her face and asked, “is that true, Isengrim? Are all elven penises bigger than a human’s?”

Roche scoffed. As if she didn’t know.

Isengrim, on the other hand, went bright red, any of his blush that had faded flooding right back. “I – excuse me?”

Eliza did not show him mercy. “In your experience,” she enunciated clearly, “are elven penises larger than human ones?”

“I’ve – I can’t say that I’ve ever seen a human’s genitalia,” Isengrim said stiffly.

“Oh, we could change that,” Eliza offered and Roche smacked a hand to his face, hissing out, “Mom!”

Actually, if Roche’s intel was worth anything, Isengrim was lying. Considering his intel had been the other party crying into his shoulder after way too many whiskeys, he was pretty confident in it.

He pressed his lips together against a smirk. “That’s not what Sigi says,” he threw down like a gauntlet.

Isengrim stiffened, eyes going wide. 

“Oh?” Eliza encouraged. “Who is Sigi?”

“Sigismund Dijkstra, Head of Redanian Intelligence,” Roche answered easily. “We’ve got a club.”

“A human,” Eliza’s voice held a measure of surprise that he couldn’t quite tell if it was feigned or not. “So how does he represent our species?”

“Uh–” Isengrim’s ears burned red.

“Well,” Roche couldn’t help letting the smirk escape, “in fairness, Sigi would be a very generous representation of the species.”

Isengrim’s eyes narrowed. “How do you know that?”

Roche just smiled. There was a reason he and Sigi usually met up at bathhouses. If Isengrim was going to go for a human, Roche could understand choosing Sigi. He was delightfully proportional – but still nothing on an elf. 

Tongue flicking over his lip, he pulled it into his mouth to chew on. It had been well over a week since he’d last seen Iorveth and frankly, that was too damn long.

So anyway, Isengrim attempts to give Roche the shovel talk and Eliza does not make it easy. But if we’re gonna get to OT4?5?6? then we’ve got a ways to go. So next, I think there’s the following fics:

Iorveth given Eldain the shovel talk

I think he finds an excuse to go see Eldain bc he needs to recruit the Aedirnian Scoia’tael to join Saskia, but I’m not really sure how the actual shovel talk goes. (Which also begs the question: should Saskia get in on this imminent orgy???)

Eldain 100% enjoys getting threatened by Iorveth lmao. He definitely jokingly suggests a threesome. Iorveth perhaps retorts something about Roche needing to be involved???

Isengrim and Dijkstra are reunited

I think Isengrim ends up going to Redania before back to Aedirn, so he sees Sigi before seeing Eldain again. This definitely gets him into trouble. 

Possibly they fall into bed together and afterwards, Isengrim tells Sigi about the elf he’s quite in love with?

Eldain and Isengrim discuss Sigi

None of them are exclusive, but it’s still easy to be hurt by the human lover you never knew your lover had. So El’s more than a little insecure over his relationship, but Isengrim reassures him there’s nothing to be concerned over. His feelings for Sigi do not detract from his feelings for Eldain. They just gotta figure out how to navigate all of said feelings.

Roche and Dijkstra meet again?

Or maybe this is a flashback to Sigi getting way too wasted and crying into Roche’s shoulder about Isengrim.

Somewhere in these fics, we gradually move through the games’ timeline. So maybe this is the Reasons of State quest? Or their initial decision of “yeah, Radovid needs to die” and then deciding to bring in all of their acquaintances who know a little something about killing kings.

Roche and Eldain meet by chance

This might come before the Reasons of State stuff, if that’s the way it goes, bc I think they run into each other completely by chance, realize who the other is, end up getting a drink together to snark at each other, and then possibly sleep together? This being Eldain’s first time with a human, he’s more than a little freaked out afterwards, whereas Roche has experience with elves.

Could be like, something happens with Isengrim and Iorveth going into danger and Roche and Eldain sublimate their worry into rough sex? Or it could just be a “wtf how did we end up here, this was not the plan!” kinda encounter.

If Iorveth did say something about Roche being involved in any theoretical sex the 3 elves might have, then Eldain could be annoyed at his curiosity, but afterwards, he has to admit - for a dh’oine, Roche ain’t too bad.

Somehow everyone gets together and retires

Idk if we’re doing Reasons of State, then maybe they all work together to kill Radovid and then end up getting together? Which could mean including Geralt in the mix, bc then they can go retire to Corvo Bianco and also, Geralt would 100% be here for this.

I feel like Iorveth needs more scenes in this, so I’ll have to think about like idk, him meeting Sigi or some such. But yeah, this is a series now lol. Hope you enjoy?

#rorveth #isendain #iorveth x roche #isengrim x eldain #isengrim x dijkstra #isengrim x iorveth #roche x dijkstra #roche x eldain #possibly everyone x geralt #fic planning #wip wednesday #iorveth x roche x dijkstra x isengrim x eldain

[witch-and-her-witcher]

Kisses along a hardened jaw to try and soothe - Isengrim / Eldain

NSFW-light. Some more Vrihedd brigade time frame.

When the commander had shown up in his tent, Eldain assumed it was to berate him for showing up to a briefing with allied forces with his uniform unbuttoned, bedazzled with colorful sashes and strings of jewelery. The drab sergeant's uniform didn't suit and he was too old and full of hate to stuff himself into it "properly" just to appease damn humans.

But Isengrim didn't speak. He sat on Eldain's cot, fingers tightly gripping the fabric of his riding trousers. Staring ahead as if he waited for the Queen of the Fields herself to appear and soothe whatever troubled his weary mind.

"Darling ..."

Straddling Isengrim's thighs, Eldain didn't try for gentleness neither of them was any good at - surely the reason he'd avoided his favored officers for Eldain's company. He bit and licked a trail up his neck, kissed along his clenched jaw, until he'd made his way to Isengrim's ear.

When he bit down on his earlobe, a sharp hiss broke the commander's exterior. Eldain suckled the pain away temporarily, soothing before his next attack, as Isengrim's hands moved to his backside. His grip hadn't relaxed and the intent behind his movements promised to repay pain with pain, pleasure with pleasure.

If the goddesses wouldn't grace them with their wisdom, Eldain could at least serve to distract.

#ask game #thank you for the fun prompt kira! 😍 #eldian #isengrim #eldain x isengrim #witcher fan fic #my writing

[fleurdeliet]

Wither but not IoRoche xD

1 — Dijkstra and Isengrim. They look interesting together actually this one is my first commission 💙

2 — Eldain in Yule atmosphere

3 — Cedric.. Live him so much 💙 I tried not draw as I used to, but style it a bit

4 — Dandelion, love him

5 — Modern AU Foltest x Roche

6 — Young Foltest

7 — Ves 💙

8 — Ciri

9 — Foltest x Adda

#foltest #vernon roche #dandelion #jaskier #Cedric the witcher #cirilla of cintra #Ves #isengrim faoiltiarna #sigismund dijkstra #eldain #the witcher #Wizcher #digital art #Art #Fanart #my art

[multifangirl69]

#the witcher #thronebreaker #isengrim faoiltiarna #eldain #isengrim x eldain #fanfiction #ao3

[justleaf]

Me: I should start on the ficlets.

My brain: How about doing everything else except that?

My finger: Oh no I'm hurting it looks like you can't type with 3 of me 😉

Me: 😑

And so here are the banners for the first 3 entries in the BDSM Scoia'tael series that I haven't started.

Title of the series inspired by my blackmailer zzzett.

Ciaran x Iorveth

Ciaran learns about the process of becoming a sub. No smut.

Isengrim x Eldain

Eldain needs someone to take the reins for a night. No smut.

Ciaran x Iorveth x Roche

Iorveth introduces Ciaran to his older sub, Vernon. Wow after 100 years there will be smut here and it'll basically be Roche being a brat and getting wrecked.

Isengrim x Eldain

Eldain begs for it. Smut ahoy just like the cookie or like titanic.

#elves & leather #drabbles

[bard-llama]

New fic: Oolong and Iron

Did I ever post anything today? I definitely meant to, but I think I forgot oops. So have a late fic lol

This one is a sequel to Love is a Feeling Meant to be Shared.

Summary:

Iorveth and Isengrim have always been close. So when Iorveth quietly admits to his relationship with Vernon Roche, Isengrim has a responsibility to ensure that Roche knows that hurting Iorveth will end very, very badly for him.

Read on AO3

#rorveth #isendain #iorveth x roche #isengrim x eldain #isengrim x iorveth #sigi x isengrim #Roche's Mama Eliza #the witcher #my fics

[bard-llama]

Collide and Crumble Chapter 3

Fic Summary:

When King Henselt of Kaedwen has the Blue Stripes murdered, Vernon Roche is utterly broken. What is left for him but Iorveth? But the world is complex and being with the man he’s supposed to hunt isn’t quite so simple. It’s not made easier by the arrival of Iorveth’s old commander and ex-lover, Isengrim Faoiltiarna.

Chapter Summary:

Finding out about Isengrim's human lover was the last straw for Eldain, who not only left Vergen, but took with him all the Scoia'tael that weren't so sure their future lay alongside humanity. As his own human lover heads to the Temerian front, Iorveth tries to pick up the pieces.

Read on AO3

#rorveth #isendain #isengrim x dijkstra #isengrim x eldain #iorveth x roche #the witcher #my fics

[bard-llama]

Reunions, Rows, and Regicide Chapter 1

Summary:

Nilfgaard has conquered most of the continent. The only two remaining strongholds in the North are Radovid in Redania and Saskia in the Free Pontar Valley. Saskia’s realm is small enough not to be considered a threat – they fight off Nilfgaard’s advances, but they don’t have the capacity to bring the fight to Nilfgaard. On the whole, Nilfgaard is not overly worried about them. Redania, on the other hand…

Redania’s King is zealous and his army seemingly endless and Nilfgaard just wants him gone. Fortunately, there are a few people who could be motivated to make that happen.

Read on AO3

#rorveth #isendain #isengrim x dijkstra #iorveth x roche #isengrim x eldain #roche x eldain #we're finally bringing everyone all together #the witcher #my fics

[bard-llama]

Upon Closer Inspection

Oops, I forgot to post something today lol. But I do actually have something, so have the first Eldain/Isengrim fic I started writing.

Summary:

Eldain, Commander of the Scoia’tael in the Moulderwoods, is not at all pleased to hear that the other Aedirnian Commanders pressured Central Command to send someone to ‘inspect’ his unit. He’s even less pleased to discover that that someone is none other than Isengrim Faoiltiarna aka the Iron Wolf aka the elf Eldain toooootally didn’t crush on when he was younger. Their meeting is bound to go well.

Read on AO3

#isendain #isengrim x eldain #the witcher #my fics

[bard-llama]

I’m 9 fics away from having 400 fics on AO3!!! So I am trying to come up with titles for some of my WiPs that can begin to be published. Why are titles so hard???

Some fics that might be ready to post:

I’m just going through my docs to make a list, so there’s more than 9 here lol

Iorveth gets captured by the Throne3 and they head towards Temeria to deliver him to Roche. Maybe calling it Bound for Temeria? The main plot is that Gascon and Iorveth are shackled together (as a security measure; Gascon’s idea) and end up separated from the others. So they continue the journey and get to know each other lol

Post-W3 with Ciri getting ready to become Empress and Geralt is summoned before Emhyr bc he killed the Ofieri Prince in Hearts of Stone and that’s kind of a problem. Especially because Ofier is Nilfgaard’s only ally. Might not sound like it, but this is actually a Ciri/Cerys fic lol. Because the political solution to the mess is for Ciri to be arranged in marriage to the Malliq. And also to Morvran, bc she needs to consolidate power in the capital. But she’s with Cerys and scared of losing her. Meanwhile Cerys just wants Ciri to be able to feel like she has some control over her life.

Two fics in the same series:

One where Iorveth and Saskia approached Roche to try to recruit him to their side (both because it would be highly advantageous, but also because they wanna bone him)

One where Roche introduces Iorveth and Saskia to his mom, because when the plan goes into effect, everything will change and he wants them to know where to find him. Because they haven’t asked him to come with them when they leave for the Pontar Valley.

Hmm, I have a few Throne3 Meve/Gascon-centric shorts but idk if I wanna make a new shorts collection or just add to an existing one. On the other hand, I don’t think I have a TB-specific one yet.

Reynard and Roche share a few words about Gascon at a diplomatic party. Not actually sure if this is a standalone or something that’s part of a series of like, conversations between different duos. 

Okay, I’ve been calling this one the Northern Realms’ Party Favor, but that is not necessarily a good title lol. The tone is more serious than that implies. Kinda connected to the previous one in that the initial idea was pairing random duos up and seeing what conversations happened. But then it kinda turned into... porn with plot??? So the premise is that historically, when the Northern Kings meet, the host provides a “party favor” for them all to enjoy when negotiations are complete. Roche has served as the party favor in the past and ends up telling Gascon about it. Gascon decides it sounds fun and might be his only chance to ever be with Meve, so... This turns into Gascon gathering intel while getting fucked and somehow eventually leads to some confrontations about the Lodge of Sorceresses and also the throne3 get together.... somehow???

A Thronebreaker fic about Meve and Reynard discovering just what Caldwell promised the Strays and very much not understanding why Gascon would want Spalla and Scala.

I think I’ve shared snips of this one, but it starts with Meve and Gascon’s first clash when she has him captured and he refuses to be cowed. Then we get the power reversal where Gascon holds the key to letting Meve out of prison. And... tbh no idea what happens after that.

One where someone takes offense at a former criminal pretending at being respectable hanging around the queen and decides to do something about it. Gascon ends up a captive of an old ‘ally’ while the court thinks he got cold feet and ran and Meve tried very hard not to think that, especially because the alst thing he’d done was dance with her at a ball.

The Strays giving Meve and Reynard the shovel talk

A short fic that might be a 5+1 where people make armor/clothes for Knickers

A longfic about Dijkstra & Roche slowly developing respect for each other as they face off while Roche is Redania’s captive in the past interspersed with Roche being held captive somewhere in the present.

An isendain fic about their first meeting and how they get together

A fic where Iorveth is suspicious about what Roche has been up to in his forest. Meanwhile, Roche builds a cabin for Iorveth.

Okay, I haven’t gone through my rorveth WiP docs yet, but I gotta go to work, so for now, this is the list of options that need titles so I can publish them.

#rorveth #throne3 #isendain #ciri x cerys #iorveth x roche #meve x reynard x gascon #isengrim x eldain #the witcher #WiPs

[bard-llama]

Humanity, Hypocrisy, and Hatred Chapter 1

Summary:

Vernon Roche will do anything for Temeria. Letting unpleasant people fuck him so they could say they’d had the King’s Whore was not particularly glamorous, but if it meant he’d be able to afford to feed his guerrilla army, then he would do it gladly.

His latest client had brought him to Aedirn, which he’d vaguely known was Eldain’s territory, but even so, he was very much not expecting to see the elf who had fractured Iorveth’s Scoia’tael in Vergen – all because Isengrim Faoiltiarna had a human lover.

Read on AO3

#rorveth #isendain #eldain x roche #iorveth x roche #isengrim x eldain #the witcher #my fics

[bard-llama]

Collide and Crumble Chapter 2

Fic Summary:

When King Henselt of Kaedwen has the Blue Stripes murdered, Vernon Roche is utterly broken. What is left for him but Iorveth? But the world is complex and being with the man he’s supposed to hunt isn’t quite so simple. It’s not made easier by the arrival of Iorveth’s old commander and ex-lover, Isengrim Faoiltiarna.

Chapter Summary:

Iorveth wants his lover to meet his friend. Eldain is far from thrilled, but he respects Iorveth enough to grit his teeth through dealing with a human.

Read on AO3

#rorveth #isendain #iorveth x roche #isengrim x eldain #isengrim x dijkstra #the witcher #my fics

[bard-llama]

Christmas WiP Game

Merry Christmas (eve) everyone! Tbh this is not a big holiday for me, but it’s the first one without my dad, so I’m trying to stay distracted. To that end - would you like some WiP snippets?

Here’s how it works: send me a number from the list below and I’ll share a snippet from that WiP! Actual WiP list is under a cut because it is loooooooooooooooooooooooong

Total Unpublished WiPs:  210

WiP List (Unpublished WiPs Only):

Diplomatic Disaster (Thronebreaker, Gascon-centric)

Duos and Dialogues: The North’s Party Favor (Thronebreaker + pre-Witcher 2, Gascon & Roche and Gascon gangbang)

Roche and Reynard (Thronebreaker + pre-Witcher 2)

Fantasizing about Gascon (Thronebreaker, Meve/Reynard(/Gascon))

Hym (Thronebreaker, Gascon-centric)

Gascon’s Mistake (Thronebreaker, gen?)

Gascon’s Ducal Future (Thronebreaker, gen/pre-Throne3)

Ho-Ho-Hoe (Thronebreaker modern au, Throne3)

Stockings (Thronebreaker modern au, Throne3)

Stuffing (Thronebreaker modern au, Throne3)

Medical Play (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Enemas (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Figging (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Cum Dumpster Roche 2: Electric Boogaloo (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Shotgunning (Witcher 3, rorveth + Dijkstra/Isengrim)

Stuffing (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Phone/Xenovox sex (Witcher 3, rorveth + Philippa/Triss)

Gascon has painting classes (Thronebreaker, pre-Throne3)

Safe House (Thronebreaker, gen)

Bruised and Beaten (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Gascon learning Reynard (Thronebreaker, pre-Reynard/Gascon)

Expecting Punishment Angst (Thronebreaker, Reynard-centric)

Spin the Bottle (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Meve’s Jealousy (Thronebreaker, pre-Throne3)

The Hat: A Halo of Happiness (Thronebreaker, Meve/Reynard(/Gascon))

Never Have I Ever (Thronebreaker, pre-Reynard/Gascon)

Gascon in Drag (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Wall Slam (Thronebreaker, Reynard/Gascon)

Bathing (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Love Potion #9 (Thronebreaker, Reynard/Gascon)

Reynard’s chastity device (Thronebreaker, pre-Throne3)

Reynard gets daring aka trollfucking (Thronebreaker, Reynard-centric)

Gascon Gangbang (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Inexperienced Gascon (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Meditative BJs (Thronebreaker, Reynard/Gascon)

Roleplay (Thronebreaker, Meve/Reynard(/Gascon))

Reynard noncon monster (Thronebreaker, pre-Throne3)

Gascon provides the entertainment (Thronebreaker, pre-Meve/Gascon)

Meve/Reynard (Thronebreaker, Meve/Reynard)

Meve/Werewolf (Thronebreaker, pre-Throne3)

Reynard DP (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Hot Box aka nonsexual kink (Thronebreaker, gen)

Gascon/Reynard Boning (Thronebreaker, Reynard/Gascon)

Reynard ‘helps’ Meve with overly full tits (Thronebreaker, Meve/Reynard + Throne3)

Gascon/Lambert One Night Stand (Thronebreaker/Witcher 3, Gascon/Lambert)

Wall Sex Reynard/Gascon (Thronebreaker, Reynard/Gascon)

Pre-Meetings with Meve Wank Sessions (Thronebreaker, (Meve/)Reynard/Gascon)

Tortured by Nilfgaard (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Gascon first time (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Shovel Talk: Strays to Meve and Reynard (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Shovel Talk: Meve threatening Gascon (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Truth Serum (Thronebreaker, gen)

Sounding (Thronebreaker, Reynard/Gascon)

Orgasm Denial (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

“I’m in love with them! What am I supposed to do?” (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

Knickers (Thronebreaker, gen)

Bard Iorveth: Anais’ Temeria (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Aging Sucks (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Chastity device/Orgasm control (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Eskel/Lambert (Witcher 3, Eskel/Lambert)

Fire Breathing (Witcher 2, rorveth/gen)

Sequel to Never Have I Ever (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Iorveth Gangbang (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Migraine (Witcher 2, rorveth)

An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain (Witcher 2, rorveth)

An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose (Witcher 2, rorveth)

“You were almost dead from pushing it too far!” (Witcher 2, gen)

“If we’re both in this state, we both really screwed up somewhere huh?” (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Photo prompt: Cabin (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Composing (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Look me in the eyes and tell me what you like (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Oops, Wrong Room (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Dat Booty (Witcher 3, Roche-centric)

Flirting (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Sex Pollen in Witcher 2 (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Throne3 Meets Rorveth (Thronebreaker + Witcher 2, rorveth + pre-Throne3)

Alternate World (Witcher 2, rorveth + Triss/Roche/Foltest)

Sexy Pose (Witcher 2, rorveth)

“If you wanted to be fucked, all you had to do was ask” (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Roche the Novelist (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Dubcon Iorveth desperate (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Iorveth tries to make Roche believe he is loved (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Elf-Lover Roche (Witcher 2, Isengrim/Eldain/Iorveth/Roche)

Proxy Settlement (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Saskia/Iorveth + Roche (Witcher 2, Saskia/Iorveth/Roche)

Size Queens (Witcher 3, rorveth + Triss/Geralt)

“If you wanted to be fucked, all you had to do was ask” Iorveth fucking Roche (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Goodbye Love (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Iorveth vs the Clarabelle (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Bitter Victories: The Morning After (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Stocks (Witcher 2, rorveth + Roche gangbang, suuuuuper dubcon)

Exhibitionist (Witcher 2, rorveth)

First time Torture + Revenge (Witcher 2, gen)

Foltest/Vernon/Triss (Witcher 2, Triss/Roche/Foltest)

Senses outside (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Waiting in the meadow (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Veronica (Witcher 2, rorveth)

CNC Forced to Enjoy (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Daydreaming (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Sex Ed Lessons for the Stripes and Scoia’tael (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Plug Under Clothes (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Petplay Humping (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Bathing Encounter (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Fake Dating + Gay Chicken (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Secret Jewelry (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Mommy Kink + Lactation Kink (Witcher 2, Saskia/Iorveth/Roche)

Pussy Spanking (Witcher 2, Saskia/Iorveth/Roche)

Triss/Philippa/Saskia (Witcher 2, Philippa/Triss/Saskia)

Ruined for dh’oine (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Iorveth as date for “family” event (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Chasing Death’s Door (Witcher 2, rorveth/gen)

Cum Dumpster Roche (Witcher 3, rorveth + Roche gangbang)

Possessiveness + Scent Kink (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Slime (Witcher 3, rorveth + monsterfucking)

In Vino Veritas (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Dream: Pleasure Slave (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Hot Under the Collar (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Tonguefucking the dick (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Beltane (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Foltest Shows Off His Whore (And Iorveth Steals Him) (Witcher 2, rorveth + Foltest/Roche)

Cock Worship (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Mersquid Iorveth Porny Porn (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Oblivious Roche (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Iorveth in Heat (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Love Breeds Love: Nipple Play (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Love Breeds Love: Watersports (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Love Breeds Love: Post-Pregnancy, Next Breeding (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Siren Iorveth + Sea Captain Roche (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Time travel (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Bitter Exes Zoltan and Iorveth (Witcher 3, gen)

Skellige Sequel (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Post-coital after first time (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Wedding Buddies (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Hands (Witcher 3, Geralt/Iorveth/Roche)

Old Men in Vergen (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Language Aphasia/Deal with the Devil (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Take Two: Scoia'tael newbie POV (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Pleading with a voice so sore that it's barely audible (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Life Debt aka Iorveth is an Asshole (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Paying for Sex (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Zweihander (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Post-coital smoke (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Angst: Sex object Roche (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Midwinter Feast (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Solstice Feast + Sequel (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Lily Preserved in Amber (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Character taking (consensual, though not always verbally stated) control of the other character and character B just letting go and enjoying themselves (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Impact play (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Based on Moonlight’s art (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Roche’s Scars (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Fight (5+1 with 1 as the fight) (Witcher 2, rorveth)

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes (Witcher 2, Geralt/Iorveth/Roche)

Private Time (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Inexperienced Iorveth (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Casefic/Undercover Dubious Consent (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Sequel to Red is the Rose (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Post W3 Becoming Terrorists Together (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Post-W3 Mine all mine (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Pre-W2 Ambassadorial AU (Witcher 2, rorveth + Triss/Iorveth/Roche)

Curse Breaking (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Roche POV Bloodplay (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Iorveth investigates Roche (Witcher 2, rorveth)

The Curious Case of the Murivel Resort for Couples (witcher 2, rorveth)

5+1 Foltest vs Iorveth (+ Kayran) (Witcher 2, rorveth + Kayran/Iorveth/Roche)

Iorveth tittyfucking Roche (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Want me to sit in your lap? (Witcher 2, Geralt/Roche)

Flirting Letters (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Foltest/Roche –> Iorveth/Roche (Witcher 2, rorveth + Foltest/Roche)

Letters (Witcher 3, rorveth)

Identity Porn (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Gwent Game in Corvo Bianco (Witcher 3, Geralt/Iorveth)

Dijkstra Noticing Roche’s Fucked Up Relationship (Witcher 2, gen)

Lilies Never Wilt (Witcher 3, gen)

First Time (isendain)

Sex Pollen/Diplomatic Orgy (isendain, rorveth, Throne3)

Reasons of State angst (isendain)

Love Breeds Love side story (isendain)

Get Together Post-Reasons of State (isendain)

Tentacle sex (isendain)

Meet Cute Angst (isendain, rorveth)

There Was Only One Bed Reynard/Gascon (Thronebreaker, Throne3)

There Was Only One Bed Reynard/Meve (Thronebreaker, Reynard/Meve)

Body worship post W3 (Witcher 3, laiden)

Friendly Fire (Witcher 3, laiden)

Love Shack: Medicine (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Love Shack: Iorveth is a sap (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Love Shack: Roche builds Iorveth a home (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Fisting (Witcher 2, rorveth)

“Human Bootlicker” (Witcher 2, rorveth)

One Accidental Proposal and Five Attempts At Accepting (Witcher 2, rorveth)

The Legend (Witcher 2, rorveth)

Philippa (Witcher 2, Philippa/Saskia)

Pron pls? (Witcher 2, rorveth)

What the Fox Says (Witcher 2, rorveth)

A Single Spark Can Set The World Aflame (Witcher 2, gen)

Returning to Ellander, Share Fenn News, Strategy Meeting (Witcher 2, pre-rorveth)

Dragons’ Salvation (Witcher 2, Saskia/Iorveth/Roche)

Leshen (Witcher 2, Iorveth/Leshen)

Fire Burns Brightest in the Dark (Witcher 2, Saskia-centric)

The Taint of the Common Man Side Story: Reynard & Gascon (Thronebreaker, (Meve/)Reynard/Gascon)

My Skin Peels Off Like Paint (TWN + Witcher 3, Emhyr-centric)

Pavetta Political Slights (TWN?, Pavetta-centric)

Renfri Character Study (TWN, Renfri-centric)

Seasickness (TWN, Calanthe/Eist)

Eskel Tentacle Sex (Witcher 3, Eskel-centric)

Deidre (Witcher 1, gen/Eskel-centric)

Fringilla (TWN, Fringilla-centric)

Lioness and Lion Cub (TWN, gen + Calanthe/Eist)

5 Signs: Sex Magic (TWN, Geralt/Eskel/Lambert)

*Note: all of my TWN stuff is pre-season 2. I actually haven’t watched it yet and not sure if I will tbh. But I do want to finish some of my fics from it, though not sure I’m ready to broach geraskier again just yet.

#rorveth #throne3 #isendain #laiden #the witcher #thronebreaker #iorveth x roche #geralt x iorveth x roche #saskia x iorveth x roche #saskia x philippa #meve x reynard x gascon #isengrim x eldain #lambert x aiden #ask game #WiPs

[bard-llama]

Anais and Eldain meet in the middle of the forest. The bicker. Anais is all like "Don't underestimate me elf. Iorveth underestimated me. It was the last think he did."

"What do you mean, dhoinette?"

"I doubt he had time for something else in the three minutes I escaped under his nose."

Anais is actually referring to a very intense game of hide and seek, but she stands by her words.

Eldain is very, very confused. Like "who are you??? why would Iorveth capture you???" (because it was bathtime and she does not like bathtime At All)

Okay, but somehow this leads to Anais accidentally striking up a weird friendship not-really-mentorship with Eldain as like... the sketchy uncle who tells you about drugs and how the government is spying on you and shit.

When Iorveth and Roche have Anais' friend over for dinner, they are VERY, very surprised. (but maybe their visiting friend Isengrim is all "yep, he could still get it".)

Eldain has stories to torment Iorveth with now, though, and he definitely takes full advantage.

#anais la valette #isendain #rorveth #iorveth x roche #isengrim x eldain #the witcher #ask #fic planning

[bard-llama]

WiP Wednesday: 5 Snips (Geralt/Roche, Iorveth/Roche x2, Isengrim/Eldain, and Meve/Reynard/Gascon)

Okay, I asked for some folks to choose from my WiP title list and now you get to see some snips!

Want Me To Sit In Your Lap? (Geralt/Roche)

So in the very beginning of Witcher 2, you start with Geralt locked up in a dungeon and then Roche comes in and orders him brought to the interrogation room, where this lovely exchange happens:

“I don’t believe we’ve been introduced. Vernon Roche.” The man held out his hand to shake and Geralt looked up at him in disbelief, his hands shackled behind his back.

“Fuck you.”

“Nasty,” Roche said, drawing his hand back and taking a seat across the interrogation table. “And after we’ve been through so much.”

“Same side of the barricade then, opposite sides of the table now.”

“You can change that,” Roche offered, voice deceptively gentle.

“You want me to sit on your lap?” Geralt snarked with an arched brow and for a moment, he could see the way the corner of Roche’s mouth ticked upwards in amusement.

Anyway, @moonlights-ordinance picked Want Me to Sit in Your Lap from my WiP title list (feel free to send me others!), which I kinda mistakenly filed under rorveth, but is really Geralt/Roche with some Triss/Ves and Geralt/Triss. So here's a snip! (I'm gonna stick it under a cut, just 'cause it is nsfw and there will be a lot more snips lol)

Geralt raised an eyebrow, glancing over at Roche and Ves, who sat next to each other by the fire. They both looked amused, smiles curling their lips in a way that Geralt had never seen before.

It was breathtaking, seeing joy on two faces who had endured so much for their country.

“Or,” Triss’ lips brushed against his ear as she circled around him, “if you think you need something more to relax,” her arms circled around his waist and she pressed warmly against his back, “you can have your choice of who to fill you.”

He inhaled sharply, gaze darting to the two Temerian soldiers again. Their expressions hadn’t changed and Geralt swallowed, an entire new world seeming to fold open before him. Did Triss really mean–?

“I think,” Ves said, spreading her legs and leaning back, “that you’d enjoy seeing Triss and I get to know each other while you warm Roche’s cock.”

Roche coughed lightly, red dusting his cheeks, but he certainly didn’t object. Geralt bit his lip, turning his head to Triss.

She met him with a kiss and he could feel the light touch of her against his mind, checking in, making sure that he was okay with the way this was going.

Was he ever. The real miracle was that everyone else here seemed to be okay with it.

Triss laughed in his head, melodious and bright. Because you’re you, Geralt. Of course we want you.

Geralt swallowed, uncertain how to respond to that and suddenly feeling far too close to tears. Triss cupped his face, rubbing her thumbs across his cheeks and pressing forward to kiss him again.

Then, slowly, her hands slid down his body, the sizzling tingle of magic following in her wake. His clothing dissolved under her touch and each pass of her hands exposed more of him to the attentive gazes of Roche and Ves.

He shivered, moaning into her mouth and Triss sighed approvingly as her hands came around to drag up the length of his chest and flick over his suddenly exposed nipples. His head fell back with a groan and Triss nipped down his chin to his neck.

From behind him, he heard the rustle of cloth and a low hum. “Now that’s a lovely sight.”

Ves grunted in agreement. “Knew he’d be beautiful.”

Geralt bit his lip against a whine and Triss’s hands slid down to cup his ass, squeezing the muscle as the touch of cotton turned into the warmth of soft fingers. He shivered, arching his back slightly to push back into her grip and Triss rewarded him with a sharp bite against his throat. Her fingers stroked down his crack and then pulled his cheeks apart, exposing him to their observers’ gazes. His hips twitched into Triss’s and Ves inhaled sharply while Roche sighed in appreciation.

Triss pulled away from Geralt’s neck to look at Roche. “Ready, Vernon?”

“Mmm,” the rumble of Roche’s voice curled down Geralt’s spine and he shivered again, willingly stepping back as Triss nudged him.

When his heels touched Roche’s boots, wide hands came around to touch his waist, caressing his skin lightly. Triss pushed him into Roche’s lap by the grip on his ass and the hot length that pressed against his exposed crack had him moaning.

The warm crackle of Roche’s chuckle combined with Triss’s lilting amusement and Ves’s rougher laughter and Geralt was quite sure he’d never heard a more beautiful sound.

“Eager, hmm?” Roche murmured against his ear, one hand coming up to tug his head back against Roche’s shoulder.

Triss hummed, “he just needs to be filled, don’t you, love?”

Geralt whined, betraying the truth of her words.

“I’d be honored to oblige,” Roche murmured, soft lips and rough stubble pressing against Geralt’s neck. He arched into the touch and rolled his head against Roche’s shoulder to invite more.

Triss spread his cheeks and guided the tip of Roche’s cock against his hole. The touch of her fingertips was accompanied by the shiver of magic and when she pushed Geralt down onto Roche’s cock, they were both slick and slid together easily.

This is supposed to continue with Triss and Ves putting on a show of exploring each other, but that's about where I stalled out. 😔

Roche's Scars (eventual rorveth)

Okay, this fic was inspired by this modded pic, which I apparently did not save the source for, so I'm terribly sorry.

Anyway, I, of course, had to wonder where he got those scars! So I decided to give them to him myself! The overall idea for the fic is seeing how Roche gets his scars, why he hides them, how he feels when Iorveth sees them, and how, eventually, the two of them learn to accept their scars and no longer hide them. But so far, the only part I have started is how he got the scar on his neck, which we theorized looked like someone tried to slit his throat. So I did that XD

Warnings: life-threatening injury and cauterization, nothing described explicitly

There are moments that define you for the rest of your life. Moments where you know, without a doubt, everything is about to change.

Vernon Roche experienced one such moment at the age of fifteen, when he spotted an arbalist hiding in a crowd and accidentally saved the lives of the royal family. From that moment forward, his life was different, and this difference would define him for years to come.

Everyone knew Vernon Roche would die for his King. He just hadn’t expected to actually do it. But now, struggling to breathe as he slowly bled out, all he could think about was how he hadn’t expected to actually have to die for his King. Not like this.

His eyes darted around the room restlessly, trying to find something, anything, that could save him. When the assassin had taken him hostage, holding a knife to his throat, he’d been dragged over by the brazier they kept burning at all hours in the throne room.

Vaguely, he was aware of things happening around him, of King Foltest sending guards after the assassin that had slit his throat when Foltest had dared him to. But mostly, all he knew was that he was growing cold, colder than he ever should have been. And right next to him, the warm embers of the fire glowed.

A stupid idea occurred to him. He knew it was stupid even as he thought it, but what options did he have? Bleed out here, on the throne room floor? Fuck that.

He reached out a shaking hand and grasped a fire poker.

Aaaaaand that's as far as I got 😅 But there is much planned!

Zweihander

Iorveth had no idea how his life had turned into hanging out with Vernon Roche on his own time, of his own volition, but honestly, he wouldn’t change it for anything. He enjoyed spending time with Vernon. They fought and argued and joked and sassed each other and it was so much fun. Iorveth couldn’t even remember the last time he’d had so much fun.

So when conversing with Vernon led to hanging out in Vernon’s bedroom, he didn’t really think much of it. It made sense to talk where Vernon was comfortable.

And, of course, it made sense for Vernon to get comfortable in his room. Namely, by plucking at the ties on his armor and beginning to disrobe.

Iorveth swallowed hard. For Vernon to disarm in front of him? The sheer trust that showed was kind of making him get all choked up. He was Vernon’s biggest enemy and Vernon was removing his armor in front of him.

He blinked rapidly, trying to regain control of himself.

Then Vernon removed his tunic, leaving him only in his trousers, which had fallen low around his hips without his belt to hold them up. Iorveth bit his lip. Vernon’s back was facing him, and he couldn’t help but trace the muscles down Vernon’s back.

They were beautiful. Vernon was beautiful and Iorveth’s breath caught in his throat. He’d always been drawn to the span of Vernon’s shoulders, but without cloth to cover them, they were even more impressive. Vernon’s weapon of choice during battle was his Zweihander – named Lily, because of course she was – and he trained with the heavy greatsword regularly. The strength that took was very clear in the cut of Vernon’s shoulders and Iorveth licked his lips.

Then Vernon turned around, walking towards him, and his attention fixated on Vernon’s chest. So strong, with a healthy layer of fat that would probably make it a great pillow.

Iorveth’s mouth was watering and he swallowed, trying not to drool.

Vernon kept approaching him until the dh’oine stood directly in front of him. As he blinked up at Vernon, the man took a deep breath and then climbed into his lap.

“Uh?” Iorveth made an inquisitive sound, very uncertain what was happening.

Vernon wrapped long arms around Iorveth’s neck, and he tilted his head until their eyes met. They just stared at each other for a long moment, Iorveth vaguely aware of the way his chest was rising and falling quickly. Then Vernon licked his lips and said, “I’m going to kiss you.”

Iorveth blinked. He – what? Why would he–?

Vernon’s lips brushed across his and his brain leaked out his ears. Suddenly, all that mattered was this – the way Vernon’s lips were rough and chapped, the way Vernon’s lips captured his bottom lip with a hint of teeth, the way Vernon fucking Roche was kissing him.

He had no idea what was happening or how this was possible, but right now, he absolutely did not care, because Vernon was kissing him and all he could do was clutch at Vernon’s arms.

A small whimper escaped him when Vernon pulled back and Iorveth was entirely ready to pull the dh’oine back in again, but Vernon simply tilted their foreheads together, eyes closed.

“Vernon?” he whispered.

“Finally,” Vernon murmured. “Thought you’d never fucking kiss me.”

“You kissed me,” Iorveth couldn’t help but point out.

“Yeah,” there was a hint of giddiness in his voice. “What are you gonna do about it, then?”

Iorveth rolled his eye, shifting to bring their lips together again. Just because he enjoyed conversing with Vernon did not mean that the dh’oine couldn’t stand to be shut up now and then.

For real, though, Roche's back and shoulders would be HELLA built from wielding a zweihander!

First Time (Isendain)

As a special treat for @useless-empty-brain, have some isendain! This one is the first... maybe 2nd? I might've started Fruits of Diplomacy first idk. But either way, this was one of my first isendain fics and I found it quite fun! I've found that when I start a new pair, I need to write the story of how they actually get together the first time before I can like, dive into established relationship stuff easily. (which is why Fruits of Diplomacy has sex pollen as a convenient trigger to make them bone lmao). So this is the first time they've met and Eldain is a lil brat and Isengrim is just tired and wants to move on and go see Iorveth next. In their first meeting, Eldain is a brat and won't answer Isengrim's questions, so Isengrim responds by barging into Eldain's room in the morning and demanding answers until he accidentally makes Eldain come and then he's just like 😳😳😳 But Eldain is too out of it to do anything further, so Isengrim cleans him up and stays with him, to make sure he's okay.

A sharp rap on the door made him jump and Eldain began to stir next to him.

“Sir?” someone said outside the door, pounding on it. “Sir, are you in there?”

Eldain grumbled, slowly waking up, but Isengrim was already rolling out of the bed, notebook tossed aside in favor of opening the door before the other elf pounded through it.

He opened the door just before another knock landed – which instead meant that the very, very tall elf outside punched him in the chest.

“Oh. You – uh, Iron Wolf. Sir?” their eyes darted around, clearly worried about their commander.

“He’s fine,” Isengrim answered the unasked question. “If you can, you should stay with him, make sure he’s in his right mind. I should probably go.”

The other elf – Eldain’s second, from the looks of him, which meant that Eldain was in good hands – gaped at him, but Isengrim, nodded to them with a gruff farewell, then very calmly walked from the room and very much did not run to his own chambers.

It was only later that he recalled the evaluation of Eldain’s unit and the portrait that he’d left in Eldain’s notebook, but by then, he was sure Eldain was awake and he felt too embarrassed to ask. It wasn’t a big deal, anyway. The evaluation was going to be given to Eldain anyway, and the sketch…

Well, it wasn’t like he’d had anything else to draw.

Rubbing his chest where Eldain’s second had clocked him, Isengrim frowned and wondered why he felt nervous. He had done nothing inappropriate beyond his initial invasion and even that was a minor violation. So why did he feel like everyone who looked at him could tell that he’d accidentally made their commander come hard enough to pass out?

Maybe it was the fact that he couldn’t help but repeat that moment over and over in his head, fingers aching to sketch that expression too.

If he could make Eldain come hard enough to pass out without even touching him, what else might he be able to draw from the other elf? Not that someone like Eldain would go for him, but – well, that’s what fantasies were for. And – and Isengrim shouldn’t, but it had been a long time since he’d gotten any action, and the sexual frustration wasn’t as much as it had been right after Eldain’s orgasm, but it hadn’t exactly gone away.

What had he said to Eldain? ‘You need someone to force you not to be a little brat’?

Isengrim licked his lips. What if he had gotten to make Eldain behave? Maybe he could’ve pulled the blanket away and hauled Eldain’s naked ass over his knee before bringing down a firm hand.

What kinds of sounds would Eldain make? Rumor was the other elf was a musician. What would Isengrim need to do to make him sing? Spanking alone wouldn’t be enough, not for a brat like that.

But then, if Eldain was already bent over Isengrim’s lap, it wouldn’t be difficult to shift his hand down and smack Eldain’s pussy. Would it already be wet for him? Yes, Isengrim decided. Eldain’s cunt would be messy with the evidence of his previous orgasm. And yet still, Eldain would be a brat, backtalking and making things difficult for no reason at all.

It would take time to break him, Isendain knew. Time and punishment, given with a firm hand that never hesitated. But once he was broken? Gods, Isengrim could picture it – Eldain’s face soft with pleasure like it had been earlier, but desperate – desperate to come, desperate for more, desperate to be good.

Biting his lip, Isengrim closed the door to his quarters and slowly undressed, already thinking about what toys he’d packed and how he could use them. He hadn’t expected to have need of them here in the Moulderwoods, but even aside from the fact that he was on the road a lot these days and sometimes got lonely, his next stop was going to be with Iorveth. Iorveth, who might be his ex, but who was very willing to relieve some tension with an old lover. Iorveth, who had his own toy collection, but who Isengrim liked to try to surprise with something new. Which was why he’d expected to use his new toy on Iorveth, but really, he had no problem with testing it out first. Because if he was going to spend his day thinking about Eldain, he was absolutely going to need to touch himself.

Fully disrobed, Isengrim crawled into the surprisingly nice bed and laid himself out, taking his time to slowly run his hands over his own body. He was already wet, his cock beading with precum and his cunt slick and eager. He’d need to work up to the toy, as big as it was, so as he fingered his cunt open, he imagined that Eldain was watching him, tied up and unable to touch himself.

Unfortunately, that's as far as I got, but hope you enjoyed?

Bathing (Meve/Reynard/Gascon)

Okay, so this snip is from a fic set right after they escape from the capital via the sewers. So naturally, they all want a bath. Meve and Reynard go up river for a lil privacy and everyone knows they're boning, so Gascon decides to follow and ends up joining in. Oh, also, the reason Gascon's name is never used here is because neither Meve nor Reynard know his name yet. But he does introduce himself during their break before round 2.

Warnings: feminization, overstimulation, lil bit of breeding kink

It took a long moment for the Duke to open his eyes, licking her slick off of his lips even as it dripped down his chin where he was kneeling at her feet.

“Fuck,” Meve gasped, testing shaky legs. When they were able to hold her weight, she tangled a hand in the Duke’s hair again and pulled him up into a kiss, tasting herself on his lips.

Now it was Reynard’s turn to shudder and he couldn’t help grinding forward into her ass even as he reached out to run a thumb around the Duke’s open mouth. When Meve had finished fucking her tongue into the Duke’s mouth, the boy smirked hazily up at them, turning his head to suck Reynard’s thumb into his mouth.

Meve reached down to cup the Duke’s sodden crotch. “You’d better still be hard for me, pup,” she growled, making him shiver and moan. “I’m not done with your messy cock yet.”

So saying she shoved him backwards until he staggered back towards shore and half-collapsed against the grassy riverbank. She descended on him like a woman possessed, ripping his ruined trousers out of the way and wrapping her fingers tightly around the Duke’s sizeable cock, cum still dribbling from the hole.

She stroked him a few times until he was hard enough, then she sank down on him with a loud moan – loud enough to possibly announce to their gossiping soldiers exactly how the Duke was bringing her pleasure.

Reynard bit his lip, gaze hungry as he took a moment just to absorb the glorious sight before him of his queen using the brat’s cock, cunt stretched wide as she rose up and down rapidly, taking his cock into her like that was its purpose.

Then he knelt in the water at the shore, crowding in close to Meve in between the Duke’s open legs.

“How is his cock?” he asked, voice gravely with arousal. “Does it please you?” The Duke let out a shrill sound, fingers digging gouges into the riverbank. Reynard licked his lips, sliding his fingers down to trace the base of the Duke’s cock where Meve’s cunt was stretched around it. “Does he fill you the way you love?”

Meve grunted, head tilting back to rest against his shoulder again. “He’s not as big as you,” she said, words shaking only slightly.

The Duke bristled in offense, but Meve clenched around him and anything he was going to say was lost in a moan.

“He’s not enough,” she whimpered and Reynard rewarded her by curling a finger into her cunt next to the Duke’s cock, tugging at her lips. “May as well be a clit for how little his cock fills me.”

Arching with a sharp gasp, the Duke whined softly, cock twitching inside of her.

Reynard’s smirk grew. “Maybe his cunt would serve you better,” he murmured, free hand dropping down into the water to press teasingly against the Duke’s asshole. “Such a young little thing – I bet he’s tight beyond belief. Would you force him to take your biggest strap, pressing forward no matter how he cries?”

The Duke whimpered, attempting to either buck back into Reynard’s finger or forward into Meve’s cunt. Unfortunately for him, he had absolutely no leverage in this position and could do nothing but moan as Meve rode him vigorously and Reynard slipped another finger into her cunt and pressed ever so slightly into the Duke’s ass at the same time. Without proper slick, Reynard didn’t want to push him too far – but the way that the Duke’s hole sucked Reynard’s finger in made him test that limit, pushing deeper as his mouth dropped open around panting breaths, watching the Duke’s ass clench around him.

“He’s got a gorgeous cunt,” Reynard said breathlessly, rocking his finger slowly in and out of the Duke. “It’ll stretch beautifully around your cock.”

The Duke jerked, head falling back with a whine, “oh gods, fuck!”

Meve’s fingernails dragged down his chest while Reynard teased a second finger at his rim.

“Bet you could make him cry,” Reynard said and the Duke arched again with a whimper. “You’ll fuck him relentlessly, even as his cunt sucks you in eagerly, as desperate to be bred as a bitch in heat.”

The Duke shouted, cock twitching and pulsing. Neither Meve nor Reynard gave him a moment’s respite, continuing to tease him even as actual tears clumped on the Duke’s eyelashes from the overstimulation.

“Mmm,” Meve moaned, riding him fiercely and cupping her belly where it was rounded ever so slightly more than it should have been, “his clit may be too small, but it does fill me wonderfully.”

Whimpering, the Duke scrabbled desperately at the loose riverbank sand as he threw his head back, tears escaping from the corners of his eyes.

“Please!” he gasped, and Reynard wondered if he even knew what he was pleading for – mercy or domination. Either way, Reynard knew which one he would get. Meve was always ruthless in the bedroom.

And then Meve has Reynard scissor Gascon and takes them both 😏

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