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“We’re establishing a rotation,” Vesemir announced at lunch that day. “All those interested in partaking in the experiment will draw straws, from shortest to longest, and that will decide the order in which you will all participate. Once the rotation is run through, we’ll redraw, in case anyone wants to step in or out.”
No one had any objections, and several Witchers stepped forward.
Jaskier got a chance to look around the room and see who wasn’t interested in him. This round, at least.
One of the two Witchers with red hair sat this round out, though he looked pleasant enough. Then there was one of the Witchers that had been with Vesemir when he first opened the gate, and finally a scowling Witcher with dark hair that Jaskier was decently sure hadn’t fucked anyone but his own fist in a while, if the scowl was anything to go by.
Everyone else was interested.
He was flattered.
The straws were drawn, and the large Witcher with the scars and gentle eyes had drawn the shortest one. If Jaskier remembered correctly, his name was Eskel.
He swallowed. “…Ah… I thought I’d go later.”
Jaskier grinned. “What’s wrong big guy, scared I can’t take you?”
“I could break you, ” Eskel pointed out.
“Aww, you promise?”
“Eskel,” Vesemir spoke, confirming Jaskier’s suspicion. “Consent can always be withdrawn. Do you wish to give up your turn and wait till the next time?”
Eskel glanced over at Jaskier. “…You’re sure?” he asked, and Jaskier nodded emphatically.
“I’ve heard you’re supposedly the biggest cock I’ll have ever seen. I’m excited to find out if that’s true.”
Eskel chuckled, then nodded. “Then it’s fine with me.”
He pocketed the straw, and crossed over to take a seat across from Jaskier. “Eskel of the wolves,” he introduced, reaching a hand across for Jaskier to shake.
His hand was warm and big, and Jaskier grinned, imagining what that hand might be able to do to him. “Jaskier of… somewhere, I guess. But you already knew that.”
“You’re free to back out at any point,” Eskel reminded him, but Jaskier just grinned.
“Darling, I said it before, I’ll say it again: there’s not a single Witcher in this keep that I’m not interested in fucking, or being fucked by.”
There was a blush to Eskel’s cheeks, and he smiled a bit. “Well then. It seems we’ll be enjoying each other’s company this evening. Is there anything you wanted to do before then?”
He shrugged. “Do you have any recommendations in the library?”
Eskel, as it turned out, was a wealth of knowledge about the books in Kaer Morhen.
After lunch Eskel led him up to the library, showing him the cataloging system and personal recommendations.
“Alright, the erotica I could have figured from what I learned with Aiden, but I wasn’t expecting poetry. ”
“We all have interests,” Eskel countered. “Not all of them align with what people expect of us. I’m sure you have more than a few hobbies that are ‘unbecoming’ of a knight.”
“Oh I promise you, sucking dick is absolutely expected of a knight,” Jaskier joked, and Eskel chuckled. “I’ve actually heard very little about Witchers, and even less of it is true, I’m sure.”
“So you haven’t heard rumors that Witchers kidnap children in the middle of the night to eat them?”
Jaskier grimaced. “No, no I haven’t. That’s not a pleasant rumor, is it.”
Eskel shook his head. “It really isn’t. It was a more popular rumor back when we created more Witchers. The mutagen was only given to children, I’m sure you knew that part already,” Jaskier nodded, and Eskel continued. “Most people were never really sure how we got said children. And they already hated us, and wanted a reason for it, so…”
“Rumors,” Jaskier filled in. “…How did you end up here, Eskel?”
Eskel leaned back in his chair, setting his book down. “…I don’t remember this myself,” he began. “This is just what I was told when I got older. A Witcher saved my mother’s life,” he explained. “My father was killed by a monster that was attacking the village. But then a Witcher was able to slay it, right when it was about to kill my mother… and she knew she couldn’t raise me without my father there, and the village couldn’t afford to pay the Witcher, so…” he grimaced, gesturing around him. “I was given to him. Vesemir says my mother knew that I would starve if I stayed with her. I don’t know about that, but from what I do remember… she wouldn’t have given me away if she thought she had another option.”
Knights were easy to deal with the emotions of, even if most people assumed otherwise, and Jaskier wasn’t sure if it would work now but it was worth a shot.
He picked up the book from Eskel’s lap, set it on the table, and sat on Eskel’s lap.
Eskel stared at him, shocked, but not pushing him away. “…That blush looks gorgeous on you, sweetheart,” Jaskier whispered, and the blush just grew worse.
“You… that’s not…” Eskel shook his head, chuckling. “Most of the time, when people share deep personal things about their life, the appropriate response is not to seduce them.”
“Since when have I ever been appropriate?”
“Oh I can see exactly how much of a menace you were as a knight,” Eskel chuckled, even as he turned his head to the side, hiding his blush.
Jaskier grinned. “Is it working?”
Eskel sighed, but nodded. “Yes, I’m feeling better. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
Jaskier leaned down, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. I didn’t mean to bring up such a sensitive topic, I was just curious.” He stood up, stretching, well aware of Eskel’s eyes on him. “Right. Shall we head to dinner? I believe you’re supposed to fuck me after.”
He had to fight back a grin as he saw Eskel’s blush grow even worse.
This one was a sweetheart, and Jaskier was going to greatly enjoy learning how to please him.
After dinner Eskel offered Jaskier his hand, despite the whistles he got from the others. Jaskier casually flipped the rest of them off, even as they chuckled. This place was starting to feel more and more like the hall where he spent all his time with his fellow knights, and he was relaxing into it more.
Eskel led Jaskier up to his own room, which was one floor up from Aiden’s. Once the door was closed behind them, Eskel paused. “…You can still back out, if you’ve changed your-“
Jaskier stepped forward into Eskel’s space, pressing his lips to Eskel’s to quiet him.
Eskel’s large hands found his hips, holding him close, and he groaned against Jaskier’s mouth.
He pulled back, just enough to speak, his lips almost brushing against Eskel’s with each word. “You mentioned that not everyone’s willing to take you, with your size. How long has it been?”
“All year. Most of us fuck each other over the winter, but my path this year didn’t take me past a brothel where anyone was willing to take me, and I haven't had time this year.”
“All year?” Jaskier asked, pressing his body against Eskel’s and kissing him again. “Are you even going to last long enough to get inside me?”
Eskel snorted, grinning a bit as his hands squeezed Jaskier’s hips. “I’m a Witcher, remember? We can peak multiple times in a row if need be.”
Jaskier stared at him. “You’re kidding-!” he squeaked as Eskel tugged him closer, spinning around and pressing Jaskier against the door, his eyes growing wide.
“…Your scent just surged with lust,” he whispered against Jaskier’s lips. “I can smell how much you loved that. I heard some of what you said to Aiden this morning. The whole hall was drenched in the smell of your desire. I want to taste that.”
Oh fuck. “You- fuck, all the words just left my head-“
Eskel chuckled, then kissed Jaskier, one hand sliding up to hold the back of his head as he tilted his head, tongue gently teasing Jaskier’s lips till Jaskier opened his mouth, grabbing Eskel’s shirt and pulling him closer as Eskel slid his tongue into Jaskier's mouth.
When the kiss finally ended Jaskier had to gasp for breath, even as Eskel chuckled, thumb brushing along the back of Jaskier’s neck. “Are you ready to see if I really do break you?” Eskel asked, and Jaskier grinned.
“I want to see you try.”
Eskel tugged Jaskier away from the door, walking backwards till he sat on the bed, tugging Jaskier into his lap, Jaskier’s legs either side of Eskel’s hips. “I’m going to need to prep you thoroughly,” Eskel pointed out, “as much as I’m sure you’d like to be broken, you still need to be ready tomorrow. Vesemir’s going to be testing your swordwork then, and he’s not exactly going to go easy on you.”
“Aiden fucked me this morning, I promise I’m not that tight already.”
“Oh?” Eskel took Jaskier’s hand, sliding it down between them, till Jaskier’s fingers were pressed against the bulge in Eskel’s pants. Jaskier swallowed, letting his fingers stroke gently across the fabric, feeling the girth of Eskel. “I’m the largest one here, by far. I may not have to be as thorough as I usually would, but I don’t think whoever gets you tomorrow morning is going to have to prep you at all when I’m done with you.”
“Fucking hell, ” Jaskier whispered, before pressing down just a bit harder as he slid his hand along Eskel’s length, enjoying the way Eskel gasped. “…You can go multiple times in a row, yes? So… I could get you off now, and you could still come inside me after?”
“You- could,” Eskel agreed, his voice tight, and Jaskier smiled.
“…I think I want to. Do you want me to?”
“Ah fuck,” Eskel managed as Jaskier continued to apply sweet pressure to Eskel’s cock. “Yes, yes I want that-“
Jaskier smiled, pulling his hands back, and Eskel swore, but then Jaskier was undoing the fasteners on Eskel’s pants, before tugging Eskel’s cock out, and finally getting a good chance to look at it.
The thing was as wide as his fist, and as long as one of his daggers, and Jaskier understood exactly why Eskel would have been turned away for a cock that size.
“If you’ve changed your mind, you don’t have to-“
“I’m getting your cock inside me unless you object,” Jaskier cut him off, and Eskel chuckled, shaking his head.
“No objections.”
“Good. Now where do you keep the oil? Because I’ve been told I’m not allowed to use my mouth for a while.”
Eskel chuckled, and reached over to the nightstand, tugging open a drawer and pulling out a vial that Jaskier plucked from Eskel’s fingers, spilling some onto his hand before kissing Eskel again, wrapping his hand around Eskel’s cock as he did so.
Eskel groaned into the kiss, and Jaskier took his time getting to know Eskel’s body.
The thick vein that ran underneath his cock, pulsing as Jaskier slowly stroked over it. The way Eskel gasped and clenched Jaskier’s legs when Jaskier slid his fingers underneath the head, the way he groaned as Jaskier kissed his neck, sucking gentle marks into his neck.
He was tempted to take his own cock in hand as he stroked Eskel off, but he was still human at the moment, and he didn’t want to peak until Eskel was inside him.
Speeding up his strokes, he wrapped his hand around Eskel’s cock, fingers not even meeting around him. That didn’t seem to matter to Eskel, whose fingers had dug into Jaskier’s thighs, holding him close as Eskel’s eyes slipped closed, head thrown back as he let out soft little groans that Jaskier wanted to hear more of.
“Jaski-“ he didn’t even finish Jaskier’s name, instead spilling between them, his cum splattering onto both of their chests as Jaskier gradually slowed down his strokes, before finally stopping, gently kissing Eskel’s neck. “…Fuck,” Eskel gasped. “Fuck, I need- I need to-“
“Take your time big guy,” Jaskier grinned. “I’m right here, and there’s nothing that has to be done yet.”
Eskel took a few more breaths, coming down from his orgasm, and then he was grinning, sliding Jaskier closer, his cock pressing against Jaskier’s own clothed one. “I have an idea,” he whispered, and Jaskier tilted his head.
“Oh?”
“You’ve already got oil on your hands. And I’m curious about something. So how about I get these clothes off you, and then you show me how you finger yourself open?”
Well fuck. “And here I thought I’d done everything there was to do as a knight… I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting that.”
Eskel grinned. “Oh there’s so much we can teach you about pleasure. And it sounds like you’re going to have a very long time in which to learn it.” His fingers slowly brushed along Jaskier’s shirt. “Well? Do you want to try?”
Jaskier chuckled, and nodded. “Only if you remove your own clothes while you’re at it.”
Eskel slid his hands under Jaskier’s shirt, tugging it up and over his head, before tugging Jaskier’s pants off, staying gentle the whole time.
Once his clothes were off Jaskier leaned back in the bed, setting his feet on the bed and sliding his oiled fingers down, before gently tracing along his entrance as he watched Eskel with rapt attention. “Well? Are you going to give me a show?”
Eskel grinned, slowly slipping off his vest, those strong arms on display as Jaskier slipped one finger inside himself, barely needing any oil with how stretched he still was from Aiden. Eskel slowly tugged his shirt up, revealing a solid chest with muscles even Jaskier couldn’t name.
Jaskier hoped he got a chance to lick his way up that chest. He slid a second finger in, and that was barely a stretch as he spread the oil left on his fingers inside himself, slowly fucking himself on his fingers as he watched Eskel toss his shirt aside.
“You’re going to need more oil,” Eskel pointed out, and Jaskier grinned.
“Then finish undressing and come give me more,” he challenged.
Eskel chuckled, pushing down his pants and leaving his cock hanging out as Jaskier slid a third finger in, well aware that Eskel was right. The oil he’d used wasn’t enough now, and there was a slight burn to the stretch, but he loved it anyway.
Once the last of the clothing was gone, Eskel slowly walked over to the vial of oil, picking it up as he settled between Jaskier’s legs, pushing one leg down with a hand on Jaskier’s thigh. “You’re being careful,” Eskel noted. “Avoiding what you already know is there.”
Jaskier nodded. “Don’t want to peak too soon. I want your cock in me before I cum. I’m still human, after all.”
“That is the whole reason we’re doing this,” Eskel grinned, spilling some oil over his fingers and gently pressing one against Jaskier’s hole, next to his own fingers. “Open up for me,” he whispered, sliding his finger in alongside Jaskier’s.
It was big, bigger than his own, and Jaskier’s breath caught as Eskel gently stroked it over Jaskier from the inside, massaging his walls, and clearly searching for the spot of pleasure inside him. “Show me where it is?” Eskel asked, and Jaskier nodded, pushing one finger against Eskel’s own and moving it up and back, just barely scraping over the bundle of nerves.
Eskel pushed forward, pressing a little harder as Jaskier whimpered, but then pulling back. “Good boy,” he whispered. “Now I know where not to press till I’m in you properly.” He pulled his finger out, pushing it back in a few times as Jaskier shuddered and gasped, and then he was sliding a second finger in, fucking more oil into Jaskier.
By this point Jaskier had stopped moving his own fingers, just holding them there to keep himself stretched as Eskel slowly slid his fingers inside Jaskier, stretching him thoroughly. “One more?” Eskel asked, and Jaskier snorted.
“There’s already five fingers inside me,” Jaskier pointed out, shaking a little even as he grinned.
“And you’ll need that sixth,” Eskel promised. “Or you could pull your fingers out and I could fist you, if you’d prefer. Make you cum on my fist to get you nice and relaxed? Would you like that?”
Oh fuck. “At this point if I move I think I’ll lose my nerve,” Jaskier admitted. “Just- hurry up already?”
Eskel grinned, kissing Jaskier sweetly before sliding a third finger in alongside Jaskier’s own three.
This stretch burned, even with the oil, and Jaskier had to break the kiss just to take deep breaths. “Are you alright?” Eskel asked, and Jaskier hastily nodded.
“I’m alright,” he promised, “just- it’s a lot. But it’s still good.”
“Good. You can back out at any moment.”
“So you keep reminding me,” Jaskier chuckled, “but I promise I’m okay.”
Eskel nodded, keeping his fingers inside Jaskier, but not moving them, he shifted so he could start kissing at Jaskier’s neck, sucking marks into his skin.
Fuck, that was good.
Jaskier whimpered, his free hand coming up to tangle in Eskel’s hair, holding him close.
Eskel chuckled, then bit, not breaking the skin but causing Jaskier to yelp. “Damn addicting,” he grinned, before shifting and slowly pushing his fingers forward, just an inch or so, and pulling back, slowly stretching Jaskier out as Eskel began to kiss his way down Jaskier’s chest, before he got to one of his nipples and flicked his tongue over it.
Jaskier groaned, tugging Eskel closer by his hair as Eskel chuckled, teeth gently scraping over Jaskier’s nipple before soothing it with his tongue, wet heat and pressure tugging whines and whimpers from Jaskier’s mouth.
“You- ah- fuck- “ Jaskier gasped, unable to make any other sounds.
“Soon,” Eskel promised, before kissing his nipple and moving to the next one, now pulling his fingers further out before pushing them back in, stretching Jaskier so thoroughly Jaskier wasn’t sure he’d ever be tight again in his life.
Then Eskel was pulling his head back, shifting back and examining where Jaskier was stretched out on their fingers. “…I think you’re stretched,” he decided, before leaning down and licking up the precum leaking from Jaskier’s cock, making Jaskier whimper again. “Delicious. Once you’re a Witcher, I want to pin you to the bed and suck your cock till you’re spilling down my throat so many times you can’t think anymore, nothing but my name on your lips.”
“Fucking hell where did you learn to dirty talk like that?!” Jaskier asked as Eskel laughed, pulling his fingers out before tugging Jaskier’s own out.
Then there was more oil, spilling over Eskel’s cock and then even more being poured over his hole. “I’ve had a very long life,” Eskel commented, before slowly pushing in.
Fuck, he’d been right, that extra finger had absolutely been needed. Even with the fingers and the oil, Jaskier still had to breathe carefully as Eskel slid into him, bigger than anything he’d ever taken. Even some toys he’d played with before hadn’t been as big as this.
“Still alright?” Eskel asked, and Jaskier snorted.
“I know you’re not fully in me yet.”
“Still important to check in.”
“I’m fine,” Jaskier promised. “And I’m enjoying the thickest cock of my life, so if we could get to the ‘breaking’ part already I’d appreciate it.”
He grinned, and Eskel sighed, before kissing him again, pushing a little bit further in and- “ Fuck! ” Jaskier groaned, and Eskel pulled back just a little.
“That’s what I thought,” Eskel sighed.
“…Is- that’s- oh fuck.” Jaskier muttered, realizing exactly what had happened.
“Are you alright with constant prostate stimulation?” Eskel asked. “Because I am in fact too big to avoid it.”
Jaskier shifted a bit, sitting up, and staring at where Eskel still had another two inches to go before he was fully sheathed inside Jaskier.
He grinned, lying down and shifting his hips back. “Come on big guy. Break me.”
This time he was ready as Eskel pushed in again, and he took shaky breaths as electricity surged through his veins, and Eskel kept going.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” Jaskier chanted, reaching up and grabbing Eskel’s shoulders, digging in as he tried to relax through the last inch.
Finally, after some shifting, he felt Eskel’s hips flush against his, and he took a few moments to breathe. There was pressure against his prostate, but no friction, so he was still coherent. He didn’t think that would last once Eskel began fucking him however.
“You’re doing so well,” Eskel whispered, kissing Jaskier softly as Jaskier relaxed. “Being so good for me,” he groaned, before kissing him again. “Such a good boy,” he growled, and Jaskier tightened up, whimpering at the feeling as Eskel groaned. “Fuck, do that again?” he asked, and Jaskier did his best, tightening his core and ass as Eskel groaned. “Good boy,” he repeated, and Jaskier shivered.
“How am I still finding new things about myself?” Jaskier groaned.
“I thought all knights knew they had a praise kink,” Eskel commented, before slowly beginning to pull out and rock back in again, building a rhythm as Jaskier clung to him. “Want me to tell you how good you’re being for me? What a good boy you are, trying to be a hero for everyone? How fucking tight you are, and how you’re taking me so fucking well?”
Witchers and their damn senses!
Eskel was pulling out further now, so he wasn’t on Jaskier’s prostate at all times, but now each thrust sparked new pleasure down his spine as Jaskier let his head fall back, constant whines slipping from his mouth.
Eskel sped up, fucking harder and harder into Jaskier as Jaskier clung to him, fingers dug so deep into his arms that he was sure he was leaving bruises, but it was the only thing he could do to hold on to something as Eskel wrecked him.
“Come on,” Eskel growled, wrapping a hand around Jaskier’s cock as he fucked into him, letting the force of each thrust push Jaskier’s cock further into Eskel’s hand. “Tighten up around me. Be a good boy and cum for me.”
That was all it took. Jaskier came with a scream caught in his throat, only whimpers of it escaping as his body tightened up, cum splattering onto Eskel’s hand as Eskel kept thrusting.
“Fuck, you’re fucking incredible,” Eskel groaned, licking Jaskier’s spend off his hand. “You’re going to ruin all of us. Fuck- fuck I’m gonna cum-“
A few more thrusts later and he was spilling deep inside Jaskier, slowing down before stopping, not even panting as he shuddered through his orgasm.
“…You’re fucking gorgeous as you cum,” Jaskier groaned, and Eskel stared down at him, shocked.
“I- what?”
Jaskier shrugged. “You are. And I can’t wait to see it again.” He grinned. “Can I suck you off- ah, fuck, no, Vesemir said I can’t use my mouth for the experiment.”
Eskel laughed, pulling slowly out of Jaskier before collapsing onto the bed next to him. “You are insatiable. If this doesn’t work, you’ll have to keep in touch with us. You’re not just a good fuck, you’re fun. ”
Jaskier grinned. “What I always strive to be.” He sat up, grabbing a cloth to clean himself up with, even as Eskel stared at him.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting cleaned up before bed,” he answered easily enough. “I imagine you’ll want to get to sleep-“ he stopped as Eskel plucked the cloth from his hand, urging him to lie down again.
“Witcher manners,” he began, gently wiping Jaskier down, “whoever topped is responsible for cleaning up. Didn’t Aiden clean you up after?”
“He did. I didn’t realize it was a manners thing. I figured he just had more energy than I did.”
Eskel sighed, shaking his head as he chuckled. “Nope. Witcher manners. So if you ever fuck one of us, then it’ll be your job.”
Jaskier thought about that, before nodding. “That actually makes a lot of sense. Thank you.” All clean, he stood up, stretching a bit before limping over to his clothes and tugging them back on. “Yup. Definitely going to be feeling that tomorrow.” He frowned at his chemise, then back down at himself. “…Maybe I should bring a robe with me,” he commented.
“You could also stay,” Eskel pointed out. “If you want to.”
Jaskier stared at him. “…Really? I didn’t want to presume.”
“I don’t mind,” Eskel said easily enough. “But if you’d prefer your own room, that makes sense-“
“I’d like to,” Jaskier agreed. “I… enjoy cuddling, after sex.”
Eskel smiled, leaning back and opening his arms, and Jaskier grinned as he settled in beside Eskel. As Eskel’s arms wrapped around him, holding him close, Jaskier let his eyes drift closed, completely content.
This was turning out to be one of the best decisions he’d ever made.