April 2022 Drabble #1

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Jaskier/Geralt – watersports – Jaskier writes a letter to his good friend Alistair, regaling him the tales of his newest exploits.

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Dear Alistair,

You must have cursed me, I truly think that way. I am certainly sure, in the least, that I would not have gotten into any of these situations if it weren’t for our acquaintance. You have unlocked something in my mind that I suppose should have stayed neatly hidden for it comes lurching out of the dark at the most inopportune moments.

I can already hear you howling with laughter, my dear Alistair and I know that your insatiable curiosity is piqued so let this humble bard regale you with a tale, albeit through the morose medium of writing.

Please do feel free to imagine my dulcet voice as you read this to – there is no doubt in my mind – mounting delight.

You will remember… vividly, I sure hope… our discussion about the big boy from last time. I can shorten things down at this point and tell you that you do owe me quite a nice sum of money for I have not only been able to seduce Geralt but he has been the most sweet thing, offering his behind with nary any trouble so I might slake my desire on him.

I know you are curious, dear Alistair so I will tell you this: I am honestly at a loss as to whether he is a harlot that has been offering his bottom to many a patron or not, but he has been delightfully responsive from the very beginning. Quiet, for certain, but responsive.

Growling like a beast upon being speared on so much as the very tip of my crown and shuddering with huge gulping breaths when being put through his paces-

He likes to lie on his side and have me open his thighs like a lady’s to receive my cock. I do have to say there is something exquisitely magical about Geralt of Rivia hiding his face in his arms while I sling his leg over my shoulder and sink into his hole slow as molasses…

He never stays hidden for long. He forgets about his embarrassment quite soon, I assure you. About as soon as my hips start slapping against his posterior and my cock forces out those delightful low hiccuping sounds-

But I digress.

You may understand through my delightful musings, dear Alistair, that I have not only bested my Geralt once, but multiple times by now. He has become addicted to my prowess. He pulls me into the shadows, every nook and cranny, every unoccupied little niche just to beg me to take him for a ride.

Who would I be, if I did not indulge? Who, I ask you, could withstand the demands of Geralt of Rivia when his teeth are at your jugular and his hand on your most precious piece?

Oh do stop laughing. It is quite distressing, I have you know. He can be… mean.

In any case, it has been inevitable that one of these days he would have caught me quite… indisposed. It has been a hot day and I have been drinking my weight in water, and… well.

Well, dear Alistair. It happened.

I lost reign over my own body. I can’t adequately describe the rush of mortification and fear for my life when I just could no longer hold on to the contents of my bladder and stuttered to a halt, embedded deep within the tight, desperate grip of Geralt’s sweaty body – and unleashed a torrent of hot, steaming piss.

For at that moment I had been sure that Geralt would kill me.