Buttercups and Dandelions

They only spare a minute of thought- an agonising minute- to move to the side of the road for some poor resemblance of privacy and then they’re back on each other. Jaskier’s desperate to get out of his clothes, to release the pressure from both his chest and his crotch and wanting to actually feel his boobs bare, to let Geralt play with them properly, to experience this curse for what it actually was becoming, a blessing.

Geralt’s hands work open Jaskier’s clothes but keep straying back up to Jaskier’s tits; as amusing as Jaskier finds Geralt’s teenage-esque horniness, he does want to get on with things so lends a hand in stripping himself. Geralt doesn’t bother doing much the same for his own clothes, opting instead to just open his trousers to release his cock and not bothering with anything else.

In comparison, Jaskier stands bare. Cock familiarly standing up, shining where pre cum dribbles out and his form complimented by his new breasts, impressively full and perky; perfect for Geralt’s hand to latch back on, with them only just fitting into his palms.

He rolls them in his hands, enjoying watching Jaskier’s head fall back when his thumb brushes over his nipples every so often. Geralt could possibly get off from the sight of Jaskier alone but he also doesn’t want to waste such a magnificent opportunity so he leans forward to bring his mouth onto the right boob, pushing his hand to the side so the thumb could still play with Jaskier while he peppers kisses all over it, tongue occasionally coming out to leave stripes in its path, aided with Jaskier’s hand creeping up into Geralt’s hair to hold him firm.

Geralt almost breaks when Jaskier asks him to fuck his boobs, tells him he wants to feel Geralt’s cock rub between them, and he isn’t one to disappoint his bed partners.

Jaskier lays down onto the grass below in his full glory, legs spread about to encircle his enticing cock and his talented fingers fondling his tits as he waits for Geralt to join. He looks giddy and Geralt is certain it’s a sight he could fall in love with.

Geralt’s knees fall either side of Jaskier’s waist; he takes a moment to take it all in so close, Jaskier truly does look beautiful with breasts and it would be a shame after this if they have to break the curse but that’s a problem for the future, the present is something he’d much rather be in.

Jaskier moves his hands to the sides of his boobs and pushes them together, not too much force needed with how large they are but enough to hold them in place and create a tight hole for Geralt to fill. The witcher strokes his cock a few times, pre come being the only source of lube they currently have and spreads it as much as he could up his cock. Jaskier’s chest will look a delight when it’s shining with it so Geralt waits no longer and lines his cock up in between. The first thrust in is messy, it’s slow enough not to hurt until Jaskier is more slick but even still Jaskier isn’t prepared enough for the sensation and nearly loses his grip when he moans.

He’s ready for the next time though and Geralt delights in the tightness the makeshift hole provides. The boobs give just enough to make way for Geralt’s cock and he watches as it comes out the other end; if Jaskier moved his chin down just a fraction, Geralt would be able to touch it. Something Jaskier shares the desire for as he sticks out his tongue to lap at the tip, indecent noises coming out him from just the taste. Geralt hips jerk forward from the combination of being embraced by a warm hole while simultaneously having a gifted tongue swirling around his cock’s head.

They find a rhythm after that, Geralt fucking Jaskier’s- now slicked- tits and stopping every so often to let Jaskier try and suck on the large member, needy to get a taste but reluctant to let it out from between his boobs. The friction is almost an addiction for them both and it isn’t long before Geralt’s thrusts become less coordinated, bashing the sides in his desperation to move faster and harder. One final push through and he cums all over Jaskier’s face, his seed spreading high up his cheeks and down to Jaskier’s chest. It’s a sight Geralt never wants to forget.

Jaskier finally let’s go of his boobs and moves one hand behind Geralt to his own cock to stroke himself into orgasm. Geralt misses the warmth around his cock but he’s more focused on gathering himself after such an intense time. Jaskier’s other hand remains up high up, rubbing Geralt’s cum all over his boobs and making Geralt’s job that much harder, his cock stirring at the view of Jaskier’s tits completely covered in him. It only takes Jaskier a few tugs before he’s cuming.

“Whoaaa, is this why you haven't been around,” he looks up at Geralt in wonder, eyes wide, “You were making babies! When mummy used to talk to me, she said I made her tummy so big! and that it hurt so bad and that she  hated me inside her— do you hate your babies too, Geralt?”

Geralt frowns— he’s accustomed to hearing about the boy’s shit parents, but it doesn’t upset him any less each time— “No,” he says, voice gruff as he swishes his tail, looking drown at the swell of his stomach just below the water. “Hm. I don’t.”

“That’s good, babies deserve so much love and when yours are born, I’m going to make such a good big brother for them!” He’s throws his hands around Geralt’s neck in a hug wary of his bump as he clings to him, legs tired from kicking to stay afloat.

Geralt runs a hand over his swell; they aren't fertilized and no way can the elf-boy fertilize them but, he wants so badly to see his to-be mate swell with his offspring.

“Jaskier.” The boy looks up at him from where he’d been staring at Geralt’s bump, blue eyes sparkling under the summer sun. “I was wondering if you’d like to be their mommy.”

The boy’s eyes widen in excitement before his shoulders slump. “I can’t.” His lip wobbles, tears filling his eyes, "I don’t have a mommy hole, Geralt.”

Geralt pulls the boy close so he's straddling his broad torso, seated above the swell of Geralt's brood pouch.

"You do. Would you like me to show you?" Jaskier looks so hopeful as he nods, letting Geralt's hand trail down his hip to his asscheek, giggling as Geralt gives his hole a little tap under the water.

"This is your mommy hole. Can I put eggs in you?" He grimaces at his wording but Jaskier only nods enthusiastically.

"I want to be their mommy, Geralt, please!" The boy looks away, contemplating as his face blushes, "If I'm their mommy and you're their daddy, does that mean we— can we kiss?" He's so fucking adorable that Geralt could scream about it for days. 

"Of course, baby, but only if we're mates. Do—" his breath hitches, "Do you want to be my mate?" Powerful words, the start of a courtship. "You'd live with me in the water, away from your parents— and we could travel, if you want, when you grow up." 

Jaskierr throws himself at Geralt again, wrapping his arms around him, face pressed against his brood pouch as the boy hugs him. "Will I be yours forever and ever and you'll be mine?"

Geralt grins, bringing the boy up to press a kiss to his nose. "Forever and ever." 

He presses a kiss to Jaskier's lips, and the soft brush quickly turns into messy teeth and spit and tongue and holy fuck he's finally doing it, he's going to make Jaskier his mate.

Geralt swims towards a rock hidden by mountain and beach, so secluded that he hasn't seen humans walk by it in decades. Jaskier lays on his chest, like Geralt's some comfortable merman boat. He sets Jaskier on the rock, the boy kicking into the water off the edge. 

Geralt's cocksheath is plenty slick, and he moans a he dips into he hidden slit under his brood pouch. "Geralt?" the boy leans forward, resting his forehead against his.

"I'm okay," he smiles, fingering himself for a bi longer, relishing in the warmth of the boy's skin against his before he pulls his hand out of the water, fingers coated with slick.

"I need to get your mommy hole ready for my eggs, Jaskier." The boy's already nude, as he always is when he swims, so it’s simple work to have him lay back, knees bent and legs parted

Geralt's mouth waters as he trails his slick fingers up his mate's hole, rubbing against the tight furl of his virgin hole. He gently pushes the tip of his finger in, cursing his bump as it keeps him from getting a closer look.

"Geralt— Geralt, I'm scared!" The boy draws knees together, clutching Geralt's other hand, his balls framed by his legs as wide blue eyes stare down at him.

"It's okay, Jaskier. It'll feel good, I promise." the boy reluctantly parts his legs, thin lips pulled into a pout as Geralt gently pushes in again. He leans forward and presses a kiss to he boy's lips, grinning against his giggles as he slips his tongue past the boy's lips. 

It takes time, working the boy up to three fingers, comforting his mate as he looks up in excitement. The boy's cock twitches and he parts his lips with a small yelp, curling his hands tighter around Geralt's as he brushes against Jaskier's sweet spot. 

"Geralt, please— my mommy hole's ready for the babies!" Geralt scissors the kid's asshole, his own cock bobbing in the water.

Geralts tugs hims close to the edge of the rock, hands shaking in anticipation as he strokes his cock, tapping over his mate's hole as Jaskier looks on curiously. "Is that what'll put the babies in me, Geralt?" He grins, shifting down just so that Geralt's slick cock catches on his hole. "Hurry up! I wanna be a mommy already!" Oh fuck, Geralt loves him.

He groans as he pushes into the boy's velvet heat, Jaskier's hole stretched enough to accommodate his size with little pain. "Geralt?" He's so worried, so pure and Geralt adores him. 

"Hmm. Feels good, Seahorse, ready for me to move?" Jaskier grins widely at the nickname, his ass clenching around Geralt's cock oh-so perfectly, sending shivers up his spine. When's the last time he fucked someone? Gods, he can’t remember.

Geralt pulls out before sinking back in, watching as Jaskier's mouth part into a  voiceless moan. "Good?" 

Jaskier nods, biting down on his lip. 

It only takes a couple of shallow thrusts a he feels the first of the eggs travel to his cock, skin bulging as it presses through with each of his slow thrusts into the boy. "The first baby's here, Jaskier." The boy's eyes light up, watching Geralt's cock distend, whimpering as it finds its way into his warm, slick asshole. 

"It's so big, Geralt," he whispers, poking the small bulge of his stomach.

"Mh. There's as lot more." Geralt kisses away the worry as he pump another egg into the boy, Jaskier arching as it presses against his prostate.

Jaskier whines as he presses the fifth egg inn, eyes half lidded in exhaustion as he looks up at Geralt. He's beautiful, his stomach bum, half full with his eggs. "No more, Geralt, pleases—"

"Ten more, Seahorse, come on." Geralt grunts as another egg spreads through his cock, filling the boy up more. 

By their ninth egg, Jaskier is crying, nose scrunched up as he sobs. "It hurts, Geralt!"

"You're being such a good mommy, Jask, just a little longer, okay?" The boy chokes on a sob, tiny hands resting flat against his stomach as he writhes, and Geralt watches in wonder as his cocklet twitches, a clear spend spilling over his taut stomach. 

He swipes a finger through it, bringing it to his lips. Melitele help him, he's in deep. He keeps his hips thrusting against Jaskier's slick hole, slow and steady as he licks up his mate's seed, coaxing Jaskier's mouth open with a thumb.

The kiss is fucking filthy, sharing the boy's spend as he fucks into him, another egg coming to rest inside Jaskier. He's still sobbing, face wet with tears and snot, and Geralt wishes so badly to take away his pain, let him enjoy this as much as he is.

Geralt sighs in relief as the final egg slisps out of him, his stomach flat with his brood pouch empty. Jaskier's dry sobbing now, the setting sun casting such a beautiful glowing over his swollen mate. Geralt presses gentle kisses over his stomach, stilling as his cock pumps fluid into the boy.

"Did so good for me, Jaskier. You're such a good mommy." Jaskier hiccups, making grabby hands at Geralrt to lift him up. "Just a second, Seahorse." He plucks the plug from where he'd set it on the rock earlier that day, rinsing it over before holding it up forr the boy to see. "I'm going to put this in you so the eggs don't fall out, okay?" 

Jask nods, too tired to reply and Geralt's quick to replace his cock with the plug, licking away the slick that's leaked out from the boy's oversensitive hole.

He's careful as he slips Jaskier back into the water, giving the aching boy respite. His stomach bulges comically from where he floats, so fucking huge against his tiny frame, so beautiful that it takes Geralt's breath away.

Jaskier's asleep by the time Geralt guides him through the water, back to his cave. He dries the boy off and tucks him into some furs.

“Whoaaa, is this why you haven't been around,” he looks up at Geralt in wonder, eyes wide, “You were making babies! When mummy used to talk to me, she said I made her tummy so big! and that it hurt so bad and that she  hated me inside her— do you hate your babies too, Geralt?”

Geralt frowns— he’s accustomed to hearing about the boy’s shit parents, but it doesn’t upset him any less each time— “No,” he says, voice gruff as he swishes his tail, looking drown at the swell of his stomach just below the water. “Hm. I don’t.”

“That’s good, babies deserve so much love and when yours are born, I’m going to make such a good big brother for them!” He’s throws his hands around Geralt’s neck in a hug wary of his bump as he clings to him, legs tired from kicking to stay afloat.

Geralt runs a hand over his swell; they aren't fertilized and no way can the elf-boy fertilize them but, he wants so badly to see his to-be mate swell with his offspring.

“Jaskier.” The boy looks up at him from where he’d been staring at Geralt’s bump, blue eyes sparkling under the summer sun. “I was wondering if you’d like to be their mommy.”

The boy’s eyes widen in excitement before his shoulders slump. “I can’t.” His lip wobbles, tears filling his eyes, "I don’t have a mommy hole, Geralt.”

Geralt pulls the boy close so he's straddling his broad torso, seated above the swell of Geralt's brood pouch.

"You do. Would you like me to show you?" Jaskier looks so hopeful as he nods, letting Geralt's hand trail down his hip to his asscheek, giggling as Geralt gives his hole a little tap under the water.

"This is your mommy hole. Can I put eggs in you?" He grimaces at his wording but Jaskier only nods enthusiastically.

"I want to be their mommy, Geralt, please!" The boy looks away, contemplating as his face blushes, "If I'm their mommy and you're their daddy, does that mean we— can we kiss?" He's so fucking adorable that Geralt could scream about it for days. 

"Of course, baby, but only if we're mates. Do—" his breath hitches, "Do you want to be my mate?" Powerful words, the start of a courtship. "You'd live with me in the water, away from your parents— and we could travel, if you want, when you grow up." 

Jaskierr throws himself at Geralt again, wrapping his arms around him, face pressed against his brood pouch as the boy hugs him. "Will I be yours forever and ever and you'll be mine?"

Geralt grins, bringing the boy up to press a kiss to his nose. "Forever and ever." 

He presses a kiss to Jaskier's lips, and the soft brush quickly turns into messy teeth and spit and tongue and holy fuck he's finally doing it, he's going to make Jaskier his mate.

Geralt swims towards a rock hidden by mountain and beach, so secluded that he hasn't seen humans walk by it in decades. Jaskier lays on his chest, like Geralt's some comfortable merman boat. He sets Jaskier on the rock, the boy kicking into the water off the edge. 

Geralt's cocksheath is plenty slick, and he moans a he dips into he hidden slit under his brood pouch. "Geralt?" the boy leans forward, resting his forehead against his.

"I'm okay," he smiles, fingering himself for a bi longer, relishing in the warmth of the boy's skin against his before he pulls his hand out of the water, fingers coated with slick.

"I need to get your mommy hole ready for my eggs, Jaskier." The boy's already nude, as he always is when he swims, so it’s simple work to have him lay back, knees bent and legs parted

Geralt's mouth waters as he trails his slick fingers up his mate's hole, rubbing against the tight furl of his virgin hole. He gently pushes the tip of his finger in, cursing his bump as it keeps him from getting a closer look.

"Geralt— Geralt, I'm scared!" The boy draws knees together, clutching Geralt's other hand, his balls framed by his legs as wide blue eyes stare down at him.

"It's okay, Jaskier. It'll feel good, I promise." the boy reluctantly parts his legs, thin lips pulled into a pout as Geralt gently pushes in again. He leans forward and presses a kiss to he boy's lips, grinning against his giggles as he slips his tongue past the boy's lips. 

It takes time, working the boy up to three fingers, comforting his mate as he looks up in excitement. The boy's cock twitches and he parts his lips with a small yelp, curling his hands tighter around Geralt's as he brushes against Jaskier's sweet spot. 

"Geralt, please— my mommy hole's ready for the babies!" Geralt scissors the kid's asshole, his own cock bobbing in the water.

Geralts tugs hims close to the edge of the rock, hands shaking in anticipation as he strokes his cock, tapping over his mate's hole as Jaskier looks on curiously. "Is that what'll put the babies in me, Geralt?" He grins, shifting down just so that Geralt's slick cock catches on his hole. "Hurry up! I wanna be a mommy already!" Oh fuck, Geralt loves him.

He groans as he pushes into the boy's velvet heat, Jaskier's hole stretched enough to accommodate his size with little pain. "Geralt?" He's so worried, so pure and Geralt adores him. 

"Hmm. Feels good, Seahorse, ready for me to move?" Jaskier grins widely at the nickname, his ass clenching around Geralt's cock oh-so perfectly, sending shivers up his spine. When's the last time he fucked someone? Gods, he can’t remember.

Geralt pulls out before sinking back in, watching as Jaskier's mouth part into a  voiceless moan. "Good?" 

Jaskier nods, biting down on his lip. 

It only takes a couple of shallow thrusts a he feels the first of the eggs travel to his cock, skin bulging as it presses through with each of his slow thrusts into the boy. "The first baby's here, Jaskier." The boy's eyes light up, watching Geralt's cock distend, whimpering as it finds its way into his warm, slick asshole. 

"It's so big, Geralt," he whispers, poking the small bulge of his stomach.

"Mh. There's as lot more." Geralt kisses away the worry as he pump another egg into the boy, Jaskier arching as it presses against his prostate.

Jaskier whines as he presses the fifth egg inn, eyes half lidded in exhaustion as he looks up at Geralt. He's beautiful, his stomach bum, half full with his eggs. "No more, Geralt, pleases—"

"Ten more, Seahorse, come on." Geralt grunts as another egg spreads through his cock, filling the boy up more. 

By their ninth egg, Jaskier is crying, nose scrunched up as he sobs. "It hurts, Geralt!"

"You're being such a good mommy, Jask, just a little longer, okay?" The boy chokes on a sob, tiny hands resting flat against his stomach as he writhes, and Geralt watches in wonder as his cocklet twitches, a clear spend spilling over his taut stomach. 

He swipes a finger through it, bringing it to his lips. Melitele help him, he's in deep. He keeps his hips thrusting against Jaskier's slick hole, slow and steady as he licks up his mate's seed, coaxing Jaskier's mouth open with a thumb.

The kiss is fucking filthy, sharing the boy's spend as he fucks into him, another egg coming to rest inside Jaskier. He's still sobbing, face wet with tears and snot, and Geralt wishes so badly to take away his pain, let him enjoy this as much as he is.

Geralt sighs in relief as the final egg slisps out of him, his stomach flat with his brood pouch empty. Jaskier's dry sobbing now, the setting sun casting such a beautiful glowing over his swollen mate. Geralt presses gentle kisses over his stomach, stilling as his cock pumps fluid into the boy.

"Did so good for me, Jaskier. You're such a good mommy." Jaskier hiccups, making grabby hands at Geralrt to lift him up. "Just a second, Seahorse." He plucks the plug from where he'd set it on the rock earlier that day, rinsing it over before holding it up forr the boy to see. "I'm going to put this in you so the eggs don't fall out, okay?" 

Jask nods, too tired to reply and Geralt's quick to replace his cock with the plug, licking away the slick that's leaked out from the boy's oversensitive hole.

He's careful as he slips Jaskier back into the water, giving the aching boy respite. His stomach bulges comically from where he floats, so fucking huge against his tiny frame, so beautiful that it takes Geralt's breath away.

Jaskier's asleep by the time Geralt guides him through the water, back to his cave. He dries the boy off and tucks him into some furs.

“Whoaaa, is this why you haven't been around,” he looks up at Geralt in wonder, eyes wide, “You were making babies! When mummy used to talk to me, she said I made her tummy so big! and that it hurt so bad and that she  hated me inside her— do you hate your babies too, Geralt?”

Geralt frowns— he’s accustomed to hearing about the boy’s shit parents, but it doesn’t upset him any less each time— “No,” he says, voice gruff as he swishes his tail, looking drown at the swell of his stomach just below the water. “Hm. I don’t.”

“That’s good, babies deserve so much love and when yours are born, I’m going to make such a good big brother for them!” He’s throws his hands around Geralt’s neck in a hug wary of his bump as he clings to him, legs tired from kicking to stay afloat.

Geralt runs a hand over his swell; they aren't fertilized and no way can the elf-boy fertilize them but, he wants so badly to see his to-be mate swell with his offspring.

“Jaskier.” The boy looks up at him from where he’d been staring at Geralt’s bump, blue eyes sparkling under the summer sun. “I was wondering if you’d like to be their mommy.”

The boy’s eyes widen in excitement before his shoulders slump. “I can’t.” His lip wobbles, tears filling his eyes, "I don’t have a mommy hole, Geralt.”

Geralt pulls the boy close so he's straddling his broad torso, seated above the swell of Geralt's brood pouch.

"You do. Would you like me to show you?" Jaskier looks so hopeful as he nods, letting Geralt's hand trail down his hip to his asscheek, giggling as Geralt gives his hole a little tap under the water.

"This is your mommy hole. Can I put eggs in you?" He grimaces at his wording but Jaskier only nods enthusiastically.

"I want to be their mommy, Geralt, please!" The boy looks away, contemplating as his face blushes, "If I'm their mommy and you're their daddy, does that mean we— can we kiss?" He's so fucking adorable that Geralt could scream about it for days. 

"Of course, baby, but only if we're mates. Do—" his breath hitches, "Do you want to be my mate?" Powerful words, the start of a courtship. "You'd live with me in the water, away from your parents— and we could travel, if you want, when you grow up." 

Jaskierr throws himself at Geralt again, wrapping his arms around him, face pressed against his brood pouch as the boy hugs him. "Will I be yours forever and ever and you'll be mine?"

Geralt grins, bringing the boy up to press a kiss to his nose. "Forever and ever." 

He presses a kiss to Jaskier's lips, and the soft brush quickly turns into messy teeth and spit and tongue and holy fuck he's finally doing it, he's going to make Jaskier his mate.

Geralt swims towards a rock hidden by mountain and beach, so secluded that he hasn't seen humans walk by it in decades. Jaskier lays on his chest, like Geralt's some comfortable merman boat. He sets Jaskier on the rock, the boy kicking into the water off the edge. 

Geralt's cocksheath is plenty slick, and he moans a he dips into he hidden slit under his brood pouch. "Geralt?" the boy leans forward, resting his forehead against his.

"I'm okay," he smiles, fingering himself for a bi longer, relishing in the warmth of the boy's skin against his before he pulls his hand out of the water, fingers coated with slick.

"I need to get your mommy hole ready for my eggs, Jaskier." The boy's already nude, as he always is when he swims, so it’s simple work to have him lay back, knees bent and legs parted

Geralt's mouth waters as he trails his slick fingers up his mate's hole, rubbing against the tight furl of his virgin hole. He gently pushes the tip of his finger in, cursing his bump as it keeps him from getting a closer look.

"Geralt— Geralt, I'm scared!" The boy draws knees together, clutching Geralt's other hand, his balls framed by his legs as wide blue eyes stare down at him.

"It's okay, Jaskier. It'll feel good, I promise." the boy reluctantly parts his legs, thin lips pulled into a pout as Geralt gently pushes in again. He leans forward and presses a kiss to he boy's lips, grinning against his giggles as he slips his tongue past the boy's lips. 

It takes time, working the boy up to three fingers, comforting his mate as he looks up in excitement. The boy's cock twitches and he parts his lips with a small yelp, curling his hands tighter around Geralt's as he brushes against Jaskier's sweet spot. 

"Geralt, please— my mommy hole's ready for the babies!" Geralt scissors the kid's asshole, his own cock bobbing in the water.

Geralts tugs hims close to the edge of the rock, hands shaking in anticipation as he strokes his cock, tapping over his mate's hole as Jaskier looks on curiously. "Is that what'll put the babies in me, Geralt?" He grins, shifting down just so that Geralt's slick cock catches on his hole. "Hurry up! I wanna be a mommy already!" Oh fuck, Geralt loves him.

He groans as he pushes into the boy's velvet heat, Jaskier's hole stretched enough to accommodate his size with little pain. "Geralt?" He's so worried, so pure and Geralt adores him. 

"Hmm. Feels good, Seahorse, ready for me to move?" Jaskier grins widely at the nickname, his ass clenching around Geralt's cock oh-so perfectly, sending shivers up his spine. When's the last time he fucked someone? Gods, he can’t remember.

Geralt pulls out before sinking back in, watching as Jaskier's mouth part into a  voiceless moan. "Good?" 

Jaskier nods, biting down on his lip. 

It only takes a couple of shallow thrusts a he feels the first of the eggs travel to his cock, skin bulging as it presses through with each of his slow thrusts into the boy. "The first baby's here, Jaskier." The boy's eyes light up, watching Geralt's cock distend, whimpering as it finds its way into his warm, slick asshole. 

"It's so big, Geralt," he whispers, poking the small bulge of his stomach.

"Mh. There's as lot more." Geralt kisses away the worry as he pump another egg into the boy, Jaskier arching as it presses against his prostate.

Jaskier whines as he presses the fifth egg inn, eyes half lidded in exhaustion as he looks up at Geralt. He's beautiful, his stomach bum, half full with his eggs. "No more, Geralt, pleases—"

"Ten more, Seahorse, come on." Geralt grunts as another egg spreads through his cock, filling the boy up more. 

By their ninth egg, Jaskier is crying, nose scrunched up as he sobs. "It hurts, Geralt!"

"You're being such a good mommy, Jask, just a little longer, okay?" The boy chokes on a sob, tiny hands resting flat against his stomach as he writhes, and Geralt watches in wonder as his cocklet twitches, a clear spend spilling over his taut stomach. 

He swipes a finger through it, bringing it to his lips. Melitele help him, he's in deep. He keeps his hips thrusting against Jaskier's slick hole, slow and steady as he licks up his mate's seed, coaxing Jaskier's mouth open with a thumb.

The kiss is fucking filthy, sharing the boy's spend as he fucks into him, another egg coming to rest inside Jaskier. He's still sobbing, face wet with tears and snot, and Geralt wishes so badly to take away his pain, let him enjoy this as much as he is.

Geralt sighs in relief as the final egg slisps out of him, his stomach flat with his brood pouch empty. Jaskier's dry sobbing now, the setting sun casting such a beautiful glowing over his swollen mate. Geralt presses gentle kisses over his stomach, stilling as his cock pumps fluid into the boy.

"Did so good for me, Jaskier. You're such a good mommy." Jaskier hiccups, making grabby hands at Geralrt to lift him up. "Just a second, Seahorse." He plucks the plug from where he'd set it on the rock earlier that day, rinsing it over before holding it up forr the boy to see. "I'm going to put this in you so the eggs don't fall out, okay?" 

Jask nods, too tired to reply and Geralt's quick to replace his cock with the plug, licking away the slick that's leaked out from the boy's oversensitive hole.

He's careful as he slips Jaskier back into the water, giving the aching boy respite. His stomach bulges comically from where he floats, so fucking huge against his tiny frame, so beautiful that it takes Geralt's breath away.

Jaskier's asleep by the time Geralt guides him through the water, back to his cave. He dries the boy off and tucks him into some furs.