Come on and sin and welcome to the trash bin

“Do you think he’ll come back soon?” His lilting voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you let out a long, drawn out sigh, sliding down the log you were sitting on and draping yourself over it, hanging limply.

“I didn’t know ten minutes ago, I didn’t know five minutes ago, and I still don’t know now,” you grumbled, staring up at the clear night sky, watching the stars twinkle and shine above you, the moon illuminating the surrounding landscape with a soft, otherworldly glow. You heard Jaskier let out a huff, shifting around on the other side of the campfire.

“Which way did you say he went again?” Jaskier asked, peering over at you. You sighed, sitting up and staring over at him with narrow eyes, knowing exactly what he was up to.

“He told us to stay here for a reason, Jaskier. He left a while ago and if you try to follow him now you’re just going to get lost, and when he comes back I’m going to have to send him right back out into the woods to come rescue you,” you said, Jaskier gasping dramatically and grasping his chest in mock-hurt.

“Y/N, I can’t believe you would say such a thing about your dear friend Jaskier,” he began dramatically, making you smile slightly and roll your eyes. Jaskier was obnoxious, yes, but he was still your friend and you just couldn’t stay mad at him for long.

“In fact, I think that— hm?” He suddenly stopped, leaning to look past you and squint into the darkness. You cocked your head at him, raising a brow. You were about to ask what was wrong when you say his eyes widen, his face growing pale as he began scrambling to stand up, causing you to turn and look behind you, wondering what had startled the bard.

Geralt.

You could hardly see him in the darkness but you spotted the white of his hair moving through the shadows, his pace slow and lethargic. You immediately got up, running after Jaskier.

“Geralt!” The bard cried in alarm, the two of you finally noticing the bleeding wound on the Witcher’s shoulder. It looked like a bite mark. Geralt let out a deep, rumbling growl as the two of you approached before slumping down onto the ground, now on his knees.

“Don’t,” he barked, you and Jaskier immediately freezing, exchanging a concerned glance before looking back to Geralt.

“Geralt, what—“ you tried to speak but he cut you off, grunting. You looked over to Jaskier who was nearly vibrating with energy, his instincts telling him to go to Geralt, to help him and comfort him, but he stayed put, not wanting to upset the Witcher further.

“You two, get Roach and go back to the town, now,” he snapped, looking between you and Jaskier with a strange expression on his face that you had never seen before. It almost looked like fear.

“But Geralt, the monster—“

“It’s dead,” Geralt said, cutting Jaskier off before the bard could finish. Jaskier looked confused, his browns furrowed as he shifted from one foot to another, staring at Geralt.

“Wait, what? If it’s dead why do we need to run? Geralt, you look like you got bitten, is that a bite mark? Was it a werewolf? Are you going to turn into a werewolf now?” Jaskier immediately began rambling, Geralt staring at him in frustration.

“Fucks sake bard, can you not listen? I said take Y/N and Roach and go,” he snarled, both you and Jaskier jumping at his desperate tone.

“Geralt, what bit you? What can we do? You must have something in your bag that can help, some kind of potion,” you began desperately, reaching out slowly towards Geralt, who only growled at your hands and leaned away, like a wild animal that had never seen a human before. He was still for a moment, taking long, deep breaths and trying to steady himself, his eyes starting to look glassy and out of focus.

“There’s nothing you can do. You need to get as far away from me as possible, you two need to get somewhere safe,” he said, the shakiness in his voice making your blood run cold. You had never heard Geralt sound so desperate and unsteady before, and you didn’t understand why he wanted you two to leave him here while he was injured.

“Gods, Geralt, what bit you? Tell us— tell us so we can help,” Jaskier pleaded, taking a few steps closer to the white-haired man. Geralt growled deep in his throat, closing his eyes tightly and groaning.

“A fucking succubus bit me, bard. So unless you want me to fuck you to death you need to leave,” Geralt bit out, his voice deep and rumbling.

Oh.

You looked over at Jaskier, who now stared at Geralt with wide eyes, his cheeks flushing pink and for once, he was at a loss for words.

You looked back to Geralt who was now sweating profusely, pale skin flushed and eyes unfocused, trying to keep his gaze off of you and Jaskier and on the ground. You sighed, running your hands through your hair, looking over to Jaskier once more before slowly approaching Geralt, a concerned look on your face.

“Geralt,” you spoke softly as to not alarm him, the man grunting in response. “What happens if we leave you here? Will you be okay?” you asked softly, Geralt sighing and squeezing his eyes shut, his fists clenching in the dirt below him.

“No.”

“Geralt,” Jaskier said, completely dumbfounded. “We’re not going to leave you here to die in the woods. We’re not leaving you here alone,” he said, Geralt letting out a loud groan of annoyance, very close to losing his patience.

“Dammit Jaskier, listen to me for once in your life. I’ve been poisoned, the only way to get it out is for me to fuck it out of my system, and I’m not doing that to you. I’m not hurting you,” Geralt said, now panting slightly. Jaskier turned to look at you, a terrified expression on his face, terrified at the prospect of losing Geralt. You pressed your lips together in a firm line, grunting as you fell down to your knees in front of Geralt, staring at him.

“Geralt, you’re our friend— you’re our friend and we’re not leaving you out here to die alone. Just… Let me help you, Jaskier can go back to the village and I’ll stay here,” you said firmly, Geralt’s eyes snapping open, and although he was still staring at the ground you could see that his eyes were nearly black, his pupils completely dilated.

“You’re a fucking idiot, Y/N,” Geralt said, letting out a soft, delirious laugh. You seldom heard Geralt laugh, or really make any noise besides hmm or ugh or fuck. This was probably the most you had heard him say in weeks, which would have been amazing if the conversation didn’t revolve around his fear of fucking you or Jaskier to death.

“Oh, now you’re telling me to go run back to the village? Y/N, I barely listen to Geralt and he’s large enough to pick me up and snap me like a branch, and you think I’ll listen to you?” Jaskier said, trying to lighten the mood, but the high-pitched and scared tone of his voice wasn’t very convincing.

“Y/N, Jaskier, if you stay I’m just going to hurt you, you need to go. Please,” Geralt croaked out the last word, still staring down at the ground, his brows furrowed. You nearly fell over, blinking in surprise at the Witcher’s words.

 That was the first time you had ever heard him say please.

You looked up at Jaskier, staring at him for a moment before you looked back to Geralt, taking a deep breath.

“And what if I want you to hurt me, Geralt?” You asked and before you even knew what was happening Jaskier was diving out of the way with a yelp as Geralt launched himself towards you, pinning you to the ground and pressing his lips against yours in a rough kiss.

You let out a squeak at the sudden pressure and warmth against you, the feel and sound and scent of Geralt borderline intoxicating as his hands squeezed your shoulders, his tongue quickly pressing into your mouth and eliciting a soft, surprised whine from your throat.

“Oh, well, right then, I suppose we’re starting already,” Jaskier warbled from a few feet away, his voice strained. You gasped for air as Geralt broke away from the kiss, immediately moving down to nip and lick at your neck, inhaling your scent and letting out a rumbling growl against your throat. You gasped, gripping his shoulders tightly, careful to avoid touching his wound as you felt him biting you before soothing over the mark with his tongue.

Jaskier watched on in awe, his face flushed red as he watched Geralt biting your throat and rutting against you, his golden eyes glassy and clouded with lust.

“Smells so fucking good,” Geralt growled down at you, nuzzling under your neck and licking a stripe up your jaw. You whimpered, gasping softly as you felt the outline of his heavy cock through his trousers, already hard and thick. You saw movement out of the corner of your eye and looked up to see Jaskier stepping closer, pupils blown wide as he watched the two of you.

“So, uh, you want me to stay and help?” He asked, unable to take his eyes off of you. Geralt was completely ignoring him, alternating between stripping off his layers of armor and marking your neck. You nodded at Jaskier, gasping as Geralt once again bit you. He didn’t break the skin, to your surprise, but you knew that there would be a bruise there come morning.

“Yeah, uh, I figure it’ll be easier this way— he can have me first and when I’m tired he can, fuck— he can have you,” you spoke, trying to ignore the older mans mouth on your flushed skin, his teeth and tongue already driving you mad. Jaskier nodded, wringing his hands together awkwardly before glancing to Geralt who now had his armor and shirt removed, allowing Jaskier’s eyes to rake over his pale skin, marred with scars both new and old, telling the story of his exploits and battles.

You let out a startled yelp when you were suddenly flipped over onto your stomach, Geralt’s hands moving to your hips to yank your ass up, growling as he began tugging down your pants and smallclothes. You quickly shrugged off your shirt, laying it down on the ground under you so that you at least had something soft to rest on. Jaskier watched, hypnotized as you were undressed, Geralt grasping your hips with a bruising grip as he leaned over you, his muscles rippling and flexing under his skin.

Jaskier had seen Geralt naked more times than he could count, familiar with the other mans body after years of traveling with him, bathing with him and cleaning his wounds after his hunts, but he had to admit, he had never seen Geralt… Like this. Feral, eager, his heavy cock hanging between his legs, precum already spilling from the flushed tip. It had Jaskier swallowing hard and shifting around awkwardly, trying to ignore the sudden tightness in his own trousers.

You let out a high-pitched moan when Geralt finally yanked your pants off, baring your wet cunt to him. You heard him growl behind you, one hand gripping your hip and one hand moving to splay over your back between your shoulders, pushing you down onto the ground roughly. You grunted, spreading your legs and allowing Geralt better access to your entrance.

“Okay— okay, Geralt, let’s just start out slow at first and then— FUCK!” you keened as you suddenly felt the head of his cock pressing into you, the thick shaft following soon after, splitting you open and driving deep inside you. Jaskier yelped in alarm, quickly moving down to kneel in front of you, hands on the ground to steady himself. You cried out as Geralt continued thrusting against you, letting out grunts and growls as he fucked himself deeper inside of your tight, wet heat, his entire body feeling like it was on fire.

“Shit, Y/N— are you okay?” Jaskier asked and you shakily lifted yourself up on your elbows, whimpering at the burn and stretch of Geralt’s heavy cock, pressing further inside you than you thought was possible. You bit your lip, nodding your head quickly as your eyes fluttered shut, trying to adjust to the feeling of being split open and spread so thoroughly and roughly. Geralt, at least, seemed to still be mildly aware of what was going on and was trying to hold himself back, stilling momentarily to let you get used to the feeling.

“Yeah,” you squeaked out at Jaskier, shuddering as you felt Geralt twitch inside of you. “He’s just, fuck— he’s big, I feel like he’s gonna tear me in half,” you whined, panting. Jaskier was now breathing heavily, staring at you, at your eyes and your lips and the beads of sweat glistening on your skin. Suddenly one of Geralt’s large hands was back on your shoulder, shoving you back down to the ground and you groaned as his cock shifted around inside of you, sliding deeper.

He leaned over you, panting and shuddering as you clenched and contracted around him. His eyes were closed in concentration, one hand gripping your hip tight enough to bruise and the other against your shoulder, pressing you down and making sure you stayed put. His weight on top of you effectively prevented you from squirming away, making sure you took every last inch of his thick length.

Jaskier was breathless, his cock now painfully hard as he watched Geralt take you, rutting you into the ground like a feral animal. He swallowed thickly, shakily reaching forward to touch the side of your face in a comforting gesture. As soon as he touched your fevered skin he heard Geralt let out a deep growl, the bard looking up to see a pair of glowing, cat-like eyes glaring at him.

“Mine,” the Witcher grunted, snapping his hips forward and finally burying the rest of his sizable cock inside of your cunt, his eyes rolling back in his head. You were panting now, wheezing and trying to catch your breath as you felt his heavy sac pressing against your entrance. You shuddered under him, sighing in relief as you knew he had no more for you, no more to press and fuck and grind into you.

“Fuck, Geralt, learn to share,” you grit out, finally beginning to relax and adjust to the feeling of the witcher’s cock inside of you. Jaskier looked up at Geralt again who was once again staring at him, his heated gaze sending shivers down the bard’s spine. Jaskier hesitantly pulled his eyes away from Geralt and back down to you, scooting closer.

“Is this okay? Are you okay? I can— I can take over whenever you want,” he said, licking his lips. You let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head and shifting around, spreading your legs wider to allow Geralt more room.

“No, it’s okay, I’m fine, really,” you mumbled, furrowing your eyebrows together as you felt Geralt slowly pulling out, before slamming back inside you with a grunt. Your entire body lurched forward from the force of his thrust, nearly landing on Jaskier’s lap as Geralt immediately began fucking you with force, gasping as you tightened around him.

“Fuck, that’s it, that’s a good girl,” Geralt growled, his eyes fluttering closed and lead lolling back as he continued pounding you, completely unfazed by the fact that Jaskier was staring. You moaned desperately with every forceful thrust, the once silent forest now overwhelmed with the cacophony of pleasured moans and skin against skin. The only intimacy you’d ever had before Geralt had been fumbling, awkward and disorganized, a stark contrast to the rough, thorough fuck Geralt was giving you now.

You had also never had someone watch before.

You glanced up at Jaskier, feeling a fresh wave of wetness hit your cunt as you noticed the obvious tent in his trousers, the bard still watching you and Geralt, his usually pale cheeks flushed pink.

“Are you enjoying the show?” you moaned out, Jaskier jolting slightly in surprise as he looked down at you, blinking. His lips parted slightly, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips before he nodded.

“Yes— yes, very much so,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically low and rumbling, making you shiver. Geralt, displeased with the sudden conversation between you and the bard immediately worked to bring your attention back to himself, reaching down to lift one of your legs, turning your body slightly in order to fuck you from a different angle. You immediately cried out, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt him roll his hips against yours, his body quivering.

“Gonna cum soon, my little whore. Will that satisfy you, then? Being fucked full, being bred?” Geralt rumbled, snapping his hips against yours. Even Jaskier let out a moan as the filth spilled from Geralt’s flushed lips, not sure whether to be glad he was able to watch Geralt have his way with you, or jealous that it wasn’t him, pressed beneath the Witcher, being split open on his heavy cock.

“Yes, fuck— yes, please, please,” you moaned loudly, pressing your hips back against Geralt’s as you felt your own orgasm drawing closer, nearly screaming when you felt Geralt reach down to cup your cunt, the heel of his palm pressing against your clit, the sudden friction sending you over the edge, your entire body tensing. 

Jaskier watched in awe as your mouth fell open, your eyes squeezing shut as Geralt gave one, two, three more thrusts and then he was stilling against you, balls deep inside your cunt as he let out a deep, feral growl that sounded more animal than man.

You whimpered loudly as you felt Geralt fill you, your body unable to contain the (frankly ridiculous) amount of cum as it began leaking out around his cock, coating your thighs and ass and he didn’t seem to stop, continuing to gasp and twitch against you, rutting his hips against yours in an effort to fill you as deeply as possible, the Succubus’ poison and his own feral instincts telling him to fuck you, fill you, breed you, use his fangs and scent and cum to mark you as his territory.

Jaskier, despite being untouched, couldn’t help but moan weakly as he watched his friend fill you, eyes raking over Geralt’s sweat-slicked body, muscles rippling and straining, the light of the moon almost giving Geralt’s pale hair and skin a ghostly glow. His eyes then moved down to you, watching the way your chest rose and fell, your breasts heaving, cunt flushed and well-fucked, dripping with cum.

Geralt seemed to momentarily withdraw from the lust-induced haze of the Succubus’ poison, gritting his teeth as he felt your slick walls contract around his oversensitive cock. He panted, taking a moment to gather himself before he loosened his grip on you, trying not to think about how hard his fingers were digging into your skin and how, come morning, you’ll be covered in bruises.

“Are you okay?” he rumbled, your eyes flicking up to his. You gave him a weak smile, biting your lower lip and nodding your head, trying to ignore that his cock was still hard and pulsing inside of you despite the fact he had just cum.

“Yeah,” you breathed, your throat raw from constant moaning. Geralt’s lips pressed together in a firm line, observing you and Jaskier and trying to ignore the scent of sex and lust in the air, his senses being overwhelmed with the combined smell of you and the bard. To his relief he smelled no fear, only want, need, pleasure, the scents swirling around him like an aromatic perfume, his cock hardening even further.

“Are you sure? I didn’t even prepare you properly, I could have…” Geralt trailed off, averting his gaze from you and trying to ignore the guilt welling up inside his chest. You sighed softly, shifting towards him and causing him to grunt as his oversensitive cock shifted inside of you.

“Geralt, I said I’m okay. Yeah, you didn’t prepare me or anything and it stung a bit but… I liked it. Everyone else has always been so gentle with me that it barely even felt like anything, treating me like I was some fragile thing that was going to break,” you murmured, looking up at Geralt who hummed softly, seeming to consider your words as he began rubbing small circles against your hips.

“It’s still not too late to leave and go back to the village,” Geralt said softly, trying to push down the feeling of nervousness that was welling up inside him, the fear that you and Jaskier would be frightened, disgusted, horrified with his actions. To his surprise you only laughed, shifting your hips towards him again and causing him to groan.

“Geralt, sometimes you listen about as well as Jaskier does. I told you, we’re not leaving you here,” you said, the Witcher giving you a soft smile. Jaskier let out a huff of indignation, crossing his arms over his chest in an effort to look more serious, although it only caused him to look more ridiculous thanks to his flushed cheeks and the very obvious bulge in his trousers.

“I’ll have you know I listen perfectly well,” he said, Geralt rolling his eyes.

“Fine. If you can listen so well, go get the oil from your pack and get yourself ready for me,” Geralt said, giving Jaskier a smirk. The bard immediately scrambled up, quickly moving back over to the campfire to rifle through his belongings. Geralt huffed softly in amusement at the bards eagerness, before bringing his attention back down to you. You swallowed thickly, feeling the heat return to your cheeks as his golden eyes stared down at you.

“So, shall I spend myself in this tight little cunt once more or do you want me to move to Jaskier?” He rumbled, slowly rocking his hips against you and drawing a gasp from your throat. You laid back down on the ground, spreading your legs and baring your throat to him in submission. Geralt let out a deep growl from with in his chest, eyes darkening as he felt lust clouding his mind once again.

“Such a sweet little thing for me, so obedient,” he praised you, eyes half lidded as he slowly worked his hips against yours, his cock easily sliding in and out thanks to your wetness combined with his seed from your previous coupling. You whimpered softly as he leaned down, pressing his nose under your jaw and inhaling deeply, scenting you. You were broken out of your thoughts as a blanket was spread out next to you, Jaskier plopping down on it with a huff.

“I swear, like horny teenagers you two are, I leave for only a moment and when I return you’re already rutting her again like a beast,” Jaskier scolded, although you could tell he didn’t really mean it. Your gaze flickered up to the brunette as he began tugging his clothes off, shivering as the cool night air hit his skin. Geralt smirked at Jaskier, looking the bard right in the eye as he continued working his cock inside of you.

“I don’t think you mind,” Geralt drawled, Jaskier swallowing thickly at the other mans heated gaze. “In fact, I think you quite like it, watching me fuck her and rut her,” Geralt said, noticing how Jaskier’s eyes widened and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat.

“Maybe I do,” Jaskier said brusquely, his voice strained as he continued pulling off his clothes, his chest now completely bare. He was pale and smooth, save for a few scars dotted sparsely across his body, gained during his travels with Geralt. You continued writhing under the Witcher, your cunt sore and oversensitive from the rough fucking he gave you only moments ago.

“Oh, I know you do. I can smell it on you, smell the desire and lust rolling off your skin. Tell me, Jaskier, when I finally pull you down onto my cock and split you open, will you sing for me, my little lark? Or will you moan and cry out like a whore?” Geralt growled the last word, knowing it would get a reaction out of Jaskier and that it did, the bard immediately sputtering and opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water, trying to ignore the way his cock twitched at the Witcher’s vulgar and degrading words.

Jaskier let out a whine of relief as he finally removed the rest of his clothes, now able to palm his flushed and heavy cock. You moaned at the sight, at the knowledge that he was so hard and eager just from watching Geralt take you. Jaskier shakily uncorked the bottle of oil, pouring a generous amount onto his fingers before reaching around to begin preparing himself. Geralt watched in rapt fascination at the bard’s subtle reactions, the way his plush lips parted in a soft gasp, the way his hips twitched forward before grinding back against his slick fingers, the way his eyelids would flutter every time he pressed his fingers deeper inside of himself.

You whimpered as you felt heat building inside you once again, your entire body feeling like it was melting as Geralt continued fucking you, his hips snapping against yours, not as frantic as before but still rough, his calloused hands pressing you to the ground to ensure you couldn’t move away from his powerful thrusts. Jaskier in the meantime was conflicted, trying to figure out whether or not to watch you or Geralt, still fucking himself open with his fingers, his fat cock bobbing at the motion of his hips.

“Are you enjoying this, Jaskier, watching me fuck her open in front of you? Or are you jealous? Would you rather be in her place?” Geralt said, giving a particularly hard thrust that drew out a sharp whine from your throat. The bard’s eyes flickered down to look at you, watching the way your hands flexed as you fisted your hands into your shirt, your eyebrows knitted together and mouth hanging open, your body shuddering and twitching as your orgasm fast-approached.

“Gods, Geralt— the fucking mouth on you. If I knew you’d— shit, be this talkative I’d have found a succubus to bite you months ago,” Jaskier growled out, keening as he pressed a third finger into himself, the stretch dancing the line between pain and pleasure as he opened himself up. Geralt only let out a soft huff of laughter, before turning his attention back to you, his nostrils flaring at the delicious scent you were giving off.

“Are you going to cum, girl? Cum around my cock and milk it, let me fuck you full again?” Geralt growled, speeding up his thrusts and relishing the sounds you were making, the way your hips were pressing back against him, the way you cried out every time the fat head of his cock pressed against that spot deep inside of you.

“Please, Geralt, please, please,” you cried out, not even sure what you were begging for, your brain completely overwhelmed with pleasure. Geralt let out a low, rumbling moan, his hips stuttering as he felt his own impending orgasm. Jaskier watched with bated breath as Geralt once again reached under you to palm your cunt, this time choosing to pinch and roll your swollen clit between his fingers. You moaned loudly, panting and twitching against Geralt as you felt yourself cumming, the girth of his cock almost painful inside of you as you clenched around him.

“Fuck— that’s it, good girl, show Jaskier what a good little bitch you are for me,” the Witcher snarled, pressing his hips firmly against yours as he spilled inside you once again, making sure his throbbing cock was as deep in your cunt as possible. Jaskier moaned, pressing his fingers inside himself as far as he could, almost oblivious to the way his wrist ached as he ground back against his hand.

Geralt was panting, slowly coming down from the high of the Succubus’ poison once again. You whined as he slowly moved back, shivering as you felt the amount of cum that spilled out of you when he finally pulled out. You were sore and oversensitive, but you immediately found yourself missing the delicious stretch of his cock, feeling empty now that he was no longer inside of you.

Geralt sighed, lowering himself to his side and flopping down onto the ground, the coolness of the grass soothing his heated skin. Jaskier whimpered as he removed his fingers from himself, wiping off the excess oil on his discarded clothes as he stood on shaky legs, grabbing the blanket and moving it over to you and Geralt, letting you crawl on top of it before he sat down next to you.

Geralt watched you two silently, his golden eyes almost seeming to glow in the darkness. Jaskier swallowed thickly, a soft moan bubbling up in his throat as he realized that Geralt was still hard, his flushed length now resting against his stomach.

“So that— I mean, is that normal? Some sort of weird Witcher magic or did you just, I don’t know, sit there and let the Succubus chew on you for a while?” Jaskier said, still staring at the sizable cock. He had always thought that he was above average, or at least proportioned decently enough to keep men and women alike coming back again and again but oh, sweet Gods, Geralt was an absolute beast. Jaskier made a mental note to ask you later how you were able to take that thing inside yourself without being torn in half.

Geralt chuckled, feeling oddly pleased that his length was so captivating to the bard.

“I do have quite a bit of stamina from my mutations but no, this doesn’t usually happen,” he said, eyeing Jaskier who let out a soft noise of acknowledgement.

“What a pity,” Jaskier murmured, still staring at Geralt’s length, “Oh, the songs I could write about you and your divine dick,” Jaskier said dreamily, the Witcher giving him a disapproving look, like a parent that had just watched their child jump into a puddle of mud after specifically telling them not to. You groaned softly as you moved to rest your head against Geralt’s thigh, your eyes flicking up to look at Jaskier.

“I think if you write a song about his dick he’ll rip yours clean off,” you said, Geralt letting out a snort in response. Jaskier frowned, pursing his lips and sparing you a glance as he adjusted his position, leaning closer to Geralt who eyed him curiously.

“I think—” Jaskier said, reaching up to let the tips of his fingers dance across Geralt’s length, which twitched at the stimulation, “I think that Geralt, the kind-hearted and caring man that he is, would find it in himself to forgive me for writing a few odes to this magnificent specimen, if in return, I show him why I’m a bard,” Jaskier said simply, both you and Geralt quirking a brow at him.

“Because you’re a bawdy whore that can’t keep his dick to himself?” Geralt asked playfully, ignoring the scowl Jaskier made at his comment.

“No, Geralt, that is not why I’m a bard. I’m a bard because I’m good with my mouth and my hands,” he said simply, immediately lifting Geralt’s cock to his lips and taking the head into his mouth. Geralt grunted, hips twitching up at the sudden stimulation. You watched as Jaskier suckled the Witcher’s cock, a giddy, bubbly feeling building in your stomach as you realized that his cock probably still tasted of you, tasted of your slick and wetness and desire.

You watched Geralt’s face curiously as you reached up, using your thumb and forefinger to stroke the base of his cock, still flushed and heavy. The white-haired man gasped softly at the additional contact, watching you and Jaskier through half-lidded eyes. Jaskier pulled back, panting softly and reaching up to fist the Witcher’s cock, pulling his foreskin back to reveal the plump, flushed tip.

Geralt gasped when the brunette began laving little kitten licks on the head of his cock, squeezing his length as you moved your hands down to cup and fondle Geralt’s heavy sac, your breath catching in your throat as you watched Jaskier, all gentle touches and flushed cheeks, eyes closed in content as he continued lapping at the slit of Geralt’s cock which was already dripping precum.

“You two will be the death of me,” Geralt groaned, letting his head thump against the ground. You and Jaskier both smiled fondly, the bard taking the head of his cock back into his mouth, pressing the flat of his tongue against it and slowly working his way down. He had sucked cocks before, of course, but none were as thick as Geralt’s, so he took it slow, not wanting to ruin the night or have to explain to the village’s doctor why he had a dick-shaped hole in his esophagus.

You shifted to rest your upper half over Geralt’s leg, Jaskier opening his eyes to watch you curiously. You only gave him a wink before leaning forward, running your tongue over a large vein on the side of Geralt’s cock. The Witcher grunted loudly, fisting his hands into the grass below him at the feeling of two warm, slick tongues worshipping his heated flesh. He had felt many things in his life; pain, rage, sadness, fear, but none compared to the absolute overwhelming pleasure you and the bard were granting him.

“If you two don’t stop— fuck, I’m going to cum,” Geralt growled, Jaskier pulling back with a wet pop and licking his lips, gazing at Geralt with half-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks.

“That’s the idea,” he murmured sweetly before swallowing Geralt down once again, trying to relax his throat as best he could. You continued alternating between stroking and licking Geralt’s cock, heat rising in your cheeks as you realized how close your mouth was to Jaskier’s. The bard, ever the showoff, made it nearly halfway down the thick cock before needing to pull up again, panting.

Geralt groaned, forcing his eyes open and tilting his head up to watch the two of you suck him, his length twitching at the erotic sight before him. You and Jaskier pulled back momentarily, staring at each other for a moment as Jaskier glanced at Geralt before leaning over, whispering something in your ear. Geralt watched as your expression changed from curiosity to surprise to embarrassment, your wide doe-eyes darting over to Geralt before Jaskier pulled back, licking his lips.

“What are you two— oh fuck,” Geralt cried out, eyes rolling back in his head as Jaskier’s mouth met yours with the flushed and dripping head of his cock pressed in the middle. It took all of his restraint not to fuck up into the hot, slick mouths around him, overwhelming him with pleasure. You whimpered softly as you felt Jaskier’s tongue brush against yours, Geralt’s cock twitching as you both wrapped your hand around his length, fingers intertwining as you both worked his cock.

“Fuck!” Geralt let out a loud snarl, his hips jerking upwards as he came, both you and Jaskier gasping in surprise as you felt the warmth of his cum coating your lips and tongues, leaking down his cock to cover your hands. You both licked him clean, continuing to slowly jerk him, feeling him shiver and grunt under you from overstimulation. Geralt wasn’t sure whether to be grateful or upset when you and the bard pulled away, panting and licking the remnants of his seed off your hands.

Geralt sighed in content, taking a moment to relax before slowly sitting up to look at you and Jaskier. You were both staring at him, pupils blown wide and lips parted. Jaskier shifted uncomfortably, Geralt’s gaze moving to the bards still hard cock, hanging fat and heavy between his legs.

“As much as I would enjoy pinning you down and fucking you I think that’ll you’ll have to settle on riding me, little lark,” Geralt rumbled, Jaskier letting out a soft whine as he noticed that Geralt’s cock was still hard. You grabbed the discarded bottle of oil from the blanket, handing it to Jaskier who uncorked it, licking his lips and pouring a decent amount onto his hand before reaching down and gripping the Witcher’s cock once again.

“So uh, Geralt— I know with Y/N you sort of just, you know, went for it, but I would like to remind you that, ah, I’m a bit more fragile than that,” Jaskier began rambling, staring wide-eyed at Geralt’s thick length. Geralt grunted, rolling his hips up into the bard’s tight grip.

“This isn’t my first time with a man, Jaskier, but if you don’t want this you can go back to the village and I can finish myself off,” he groaned, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed in concentration, trying to focus on the feeling of Jaskier’s hand, somehow both rough and soft at the same time, fisting his cock. Jaskier scoffed, tightening his grip slightly and drawing a choked gasp from the man under him.

“Oh please, this isn’t my first time with a man either, Geralt, and you know me, I’m never one to back down from a challenge,” he murmured, shifting around to face Geralt’s feet and straddle the larger mans waist, biting his lip as he felt the plump head of the Witcher’s cock brush against his entrance. Geralt reached up, gripping the bards hips and squeezing gently, the uncharacteristically soft gesture making Jaskier smile softly.

You watched with bated breath as Jaskier reached back, gripping Geralt’s cock and guiding it to his ass, letting out a sharp gasp as the head pressed inside.

“Easy, Jaskier, take your time,” Geralt rumbled from under him, eyes fluttering shut at the sudden tight, wet heat of the brunette’s body. Jaskier only let out a choked whine in response as he began sliding down, eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched at the burn and stretch. You shifted forward, sitting up on your knees and reaching up to cup the side of Jaskier’s face, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours, already glassy and unfocused.

“That’s it, that’s a good boy, just relax yourself,” the Witcher growled as his cock slipped further inside, Jaskier keening and grinding down against Geralt. Jaskier nearly cried in relief when he finally felt Geralt’s hips connect with his, knowing the white-haired man was now balls deep inside him. They both sat for a moment, panting and shuddering, Jaskier trying desperately to adjust to the feeling of being fucked open like this, being speared on a cock so thick and made to take every last inch.

The bard sighed in content, reaching down to lay his hands over Geralt’s, which were still resting on his hips. He licked his lips, rocking back against the Witcher.

“Okay, fuck— I’m okay, you can go now, come on, don’t make me beg,” he whined, a shiver running up his spine as he heard Geralt let out a deep, animalistic growl under him. He nearly screamed when Geralt suddenly lifted him up before letting him drop back down, the Witcher’s cock sliding back in easily thanks to the oil. Geralt repeated the process again and again, Jaskier quickly losing track of how many times the older man had fucked into him, his mind completely lost to the overwhelming pleasure.

You watched with wide eyes, enraptured by the sounds coming out of Jaskier’s mouth. You had always thought that there would be no sound more beautiful and ethereal than the sound of Jaskier’s voice when he danced and spun around a tavern, singing his songs and strumming his lute, but now you were sure that his moans, breathless and desperate, were the most gorgeous noises you would ever hear from him.

He let out a litany of sounds, whines and pleas and wails, tears of pleasure welling up in his eyes as he was split on Geralt’s fat cock, his own cock now drooling precum all over his stomach and thighs.

“Gods, Geralt— fuck, please, you’re so good, so absolutely amazing, I feel like you’re in my stomach, oh—“ Jaskier let out a choked, broken moan as Geralt sped up, grunting and snarling under the bard, his hands now gripping the smaller mans hips tightly enough to bruise as he fucked up into him, his hips rolling upwards to meet the bards thrusts back against him.

“Fuck, I was right, you really do moan like a whore,” Geralt snarled, Jaskier keening and throwing his hips back against the older man, pleasure shooting like electricity through his body as Geralt brushed against that spot deep inside him that made him scream.

“Geralt, please, it’s so much— please, keep talking, your voice— it’s so good, please,” Jaskier cried out desperately, his body beginning to twitch and shake with the force of his impending orgasm. He reached for his cock, only for Geralt to snarl, easily trapping both of the bards smaller hands in his own larger one, pinning them behind Jaskier’s back as he fucked up into the bard with renewed vigor.

“Don’t you dare, bard. You’re going to cum on your own, fuck yourself down on my cock and cum untouched like the whore you are,” Geralt growled, Jaskier crying out loudly at a particularly rough thrust. Geralt continued his frantic pace, his arms and thighs burning from the strain but he kept going, chasing his own pleasure and rutting as deep into the bard’s tight ass as he could.

“Come on then, my lark, cum for me. I can fucking smell it on you, smell how eager you are to cum on my cock, how eager you are to feel me fill you up and breed you like the bitch you are,” and with that Jaskier came with a wail of Geralt’s name, his body tensing and his cock twitching, thick ropes of cum spilling all over his stomach and thighs, painting his flushed skin white.

Geralt came seconds later with an animalistic noise, burying his cock as deep inside the brunette as he could, sitting up and holding Jaskier against his chest before sinking his teeth into Jaskier’s neck and drawing another whine from the bard. Geralt slowly opened his mouth, removing his teeth from Jaskier’s tender shoulder as his eyes fluttered open, revealing the sight of… Oh.

“Jaskier, for fuck sake,” he said in exasperation, Jaskier only letting out a dreamy sigh in response.

“Oh, yes, I know— it was so good, I feel like I’m in Heaven,” Jaskier murmured, Geralt huffing out a sigh.

“No, idiot, look at what you did,” Geralt said, Jaskier blinking a few times to focus his eyes, which immediately landed on your face, staring at him with wide, owlish eyes, his expression mirroring yours as he realized that not only did he paint his chest and thighs with his cum, but your face as well.

“Oh shit— did I do that?“ Jaskier let out a choked sound, reaching forward and beginning to wipe your face clean. Geralt rolled his eyes, lifting Jaskier up slowly so that he could pull his now softening cock out.

“Well, considering my cock was buried in your ass when I spent myself I’m going to assume that yes, you did that,” the Witcher grumbled, trying to ignore the shiver that ran down his spine at the pathetic, whimpering sound Jaskier made as he finally pulled out. Jaskier pulled up a discarded shirt, using it to wipe your face. You closed your eyes quickly, reaching to grab the shirt from his hands so you could clean the mess yourself.

“I ah, I’m terribly sorry about that, kind of got caught up in the moment, didn’t quite consider where I would be… Aiming,” Jaskier mumbled sheepishly. You pulled the shirt away from your face, glancing at it and frowning.

“Jaskier… Is this my shirt? Did you seriously just wipe your cum all over my shirt?” You asked incredulously, Jaskier looking down at the offending garment as he opened and closed his mouth, trying to find the words to respond.

“I think you fucked the last of his braincells out, Geralt,” you remarked, the bard huffing and scowling at you. Geralt smiled softly, groaning and pushing Jaskier so he was no longer sitting on his sore thighs. You all sat in silence for a moment before Jaskier spoke, looking over to Geralt.

“So, are you feeling any better? Dick not too chaffed? I mean, if it is I can definitely help, I’ve still got some of that lovely oil I bought back when we were—“ Geralt silenced Jaskier with a soft kick to his shin, the bard yelping. You giggled softly, taking the opportunity while Jaskier was distracted to grab his discarded shirt, slipping it on along with your underwear while he was bickering with Geralt.

“Are you two going to fight all night or can we go lay down by the campfire where it’s warm?” You asked, the two men looking up at you. Geralt frowned and scrunched his nose up when he realized you were wearing Jaskier’s shirt, the bard on the other hand completely oblivious to your new wardrobe as he stood up with a grunt, beginning to yank his smallclothes and trousers back on.

You immediately noticed Geralt’s sour expression, crossing your arms over your chest and raising a brow at the Witcher.

“You’re wearing his shirt,” he grumbled as if he already knew what you were going to ask, Jaskier blinking in surprise and glancing to you, a wide smile on his face.

“Why that she is! It looks quite lovely on you, I must say,” the bard hummed, Geralt rolling his eyes and standing up with a groan, his muscles aching and sore. Jaskier reached out automatically to steady Geralt, giving him a soft smile.

“Geralt,” you said, a teasing lilt to your voice as you eyed the Witcher. “Are you jealous? Is the big, bad White Wolf jealous that I’m wearing someone else’s shirt?” You asked, Geralt sighing loudly as he began walking back over to the campfire, not even slightly embarrassed to be the only one not wearing anything. You and Jaskier followed him, the bard sharing a mischievous look with you as you grabbed your bedrolls, laying them next to Geralt’s as he sat down.

Geralt gave no protest as you and Jaskier settled in on either side of him, piling your blankets together and snuggling closer. Geralt grunted as Jaskier slung one of his legs over his own, effectively trapping him. Geralt finally laid down with a huff, eyebrows furrowing as you immediately laid one of your hands on his chest, nuzzling into his side. You looked up at him, his golden eyes peering at you curiously.

“What’s wrong?” you murmured, staring up at him, Jaskier moving his head to look up at Geralt.

“I—“ he paused, looking away and considering his next words. “I don’t know why you two want to lay next to me after… That. I was rough with both of you. You’re fragile,” he murmured, refusing to meet your eyes. You and Jaskier exchanged a look before snuggling closer to Geralt, running your fingers over one of his scars absentmindedly.

“We already told you, we wanted it. We loved it and you weren’t too rough, we trust you. But, I mean— you didn’t— you didn’t really have a choice so if you don’t want us to sleep next to you I understand,“ you sighed, feeling guilt at the thought that Geralt was so concerned with you and Jaskier that he might have ignored his own wants. You shifted in order to move away but Geralt quickly wrapped a large, muscled arm around you, pulling you back against his chest.

“No. I wanted it. I just— didn’t think you would want it too,” Geralt rumbled, still staring up at the sky, trying to avoid your gaze. You relaxed against him again, finally closing your eyes.

“Oh Geralt, you really are oblivious,” Jaskier murmured with a sigh of content, the Witcher grumbling and wrapping an arm around the bard, squeezing him lightly and making the brunette smile.

You started noticing how strange he was when you two had first moved in together. He was ridiculously strong, to the point that he could easily rearrange the furniture of an entire room without breaking into a sweat, and could pick you up like you weighed nothing.

Another thing was that he had a ridiculous sense of smell. From his closed office on the other side of the house, he could somehow smell when you were cooking and knew exactly what it was. You had chalked it up to maybe the smell moving through the air vents in the house, but it was still strange.

The most bizarre, though, were the oddly timed business trips he would take every 29 days or so. Usually when he had a business trip he was eager to bring you with, but on these trips, he always asked you to stay home, telling you that he wouldn’t be gone long.

You found out that he was a werewolf the night he couldn’t go on one of his business trips. His car had broken down, and yours was being repaired at the mechanics so he was stuck at home. That evening he was extremely anxious and uncomfortable, refusing to be near you for too long and always up and pacing around, like he had too much energy built up inside him.

You had tried to ask him what was wrong, but he refused to explain, making you even more scared. Duncan assured you that he felt fine and didn’t need to go to the hospital, but his behavior was starting to worry you. His eyes were dilated and the color was different, almost like they were brighter and more vibrant.

Eventually you had cornered him in the living room, demanding to know what was wrong with him. He had been sitting on the couch and before he could get up and leave you had climbed onto his lap, preventing him from getting up.

His reaction to that had surprised you. You had honestly expected him to yell at you or push you off, but instead he let out a low, feral growl from deep in his chest, pulling you closer and nuzzling his nose into your neck and mumbling something about how fucking good you smelled.

And that’s when he told you.

When he first said that he had to tell you something, with his behavior, you honestly expected him to tell you he was on drugs of some kind, but when he told you that he was actually a werewolf, you had no idea how to react.

You had sat there and stared at him, honestly waiting for him to start laughing and tell you that it was all a joke, but, if anything, he looked even more upset and anxious than before. You didn’t know what else to do, so you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him.

That night, you asked him to show you what he was, and he did.

He showed you his elongated canines, his bright eyes that almost seemed to glow, and he had showed you the reason he disappeared every full moon. As it turns out, real life werewolves weren’t like their movie counterparts. Every full moon, instead of shifting into a beast, their animal instincts instead took over in a different way.

They became ravenous, not with hunger, but with lust.

You had barely left the bed that night, and could barely walk properly the next day. You had even taken the next few days off of work, not wanting your coworkers to question you about the numerous bruises and bite marks littering your body or why you were walking funny.

After that night, Duncan started taking you on his monthly getaways. It turns out he wasn’t going on a business trip, but to a remote cabin he owned where he could ride out his rut without bothering anyone else. It had started out just the two of you, until one night his coworker and best friend, Michael Langdon, had come over for dinner. You three had been eating quietly, when Duncan suddenly broke the silence.

“I told her,” he had blurted out, and you and Michael had both looked up at him in surprised. You glanced over at Michael, nervous about how he would react to you knowing Duncan’s deepest secret. Your jaw had nearly hit the floor when Michael merely smirked, glancing over at you and saying,

“So, did he tell you I was one too or did he leave that bit out?”

That night, they had told you more about themselves and their shared secret. They had met in college, and had both been transformed around the same time, learning together how to control their powers and instincts.

It had actually been Michael’s idea to buy the cabin, and, to your surprise, before you and Duncan had started dating, they would share the cabin together during the full moon and help each other with their… Urges.

You had asked Michael if he was bothered by Duncan taking you to the cabin instead of him and he had merely shrugged, telling you that once he actually met you he didn’t mind, and if anything, was more jealous of Duncan than of you. You remembered how hot your face felt once you realized what he meant, and how Duncan had laughed at the shocked expression on your face, nearly choking on his pasta.

“Well, I mean… There’s always room in the cabin for you, if you want. I’m sure Duncan won’t mind,” you had mumbled, Michael smirking as he looked between you and Duncan.

“Well, I may just take you up on that offer, love,” he had murmured, and suddenly you found yourself anxiously awaiting the next full moon. Once it arrived and you and Duncan had spent the night with Michael, he began coming to the house more often, spending more time with both you and Duncan and even spending the night on a few occasions.

You were completely content being with the two, and thought that you would never want anything (or anyone) else in the world, until the night that Michael and Duncan had returned from a business trip. They usually took you with, but you had decided to stay home this time and relax, leaving the boys to their own devices.

The day they were scheduled to return home, you had received a bizarre call from Duncan. He had explained that he and Michael, while in California, had met someone and asked you to get a guest room ready. You thought this was strange, as Duncan had never really enjoyed people besides you and Michael being in the house, let alone staying over for extended periods of time.

You had done as he asked, and that night when Michael and Duncan had returned from the airport they had a younger man trailing behind them awkwardly. He looked nervous and disheveled, with short, dirty blonde hair and old, baggy clothes.

He had mumbled to you that his name was Jim Mason, before awkwardly reaching out to shake your hand. Michael patted him on the back before leading him to the guest bedroom, Duncan staying with you to explain what exactly was going on.

Apparently on the last day of their trip they had gotten some free time and decided to go for a walk on the beach next to their hotel, where they ended up finding Jim. He, like them, was a werewolf, but had left home and was living alone with nowhere to go. He had been turned recently, and had no other werewolves that could teach him about his powers, so they decided to take him in.

On one hand, you were upset that they had decided to bring a random, strange werewolf home despite only knowing him for a few hours, but on the other hand, your heart was moved by their compassion and the fact that they would take Jim in and help him for nothing in return.

In the end, Jim actually turned out to be a sweetheart and an amazing guest. He was polite and friendly, and would always volunteer to help make dinner, wash the dishes, or clean up the house. The boys had taken him out shopping soon after he arrived, buying him plenty of clean clothes and anything else he would need, and he ended up spending some nights at Michael’s house, and some nights with you and Duncan.

He fit right in with the three of you, and after a few months, while Jim was out running errands, Duncan brought up the idea of having Jim join your monthly full-moon getaways. He and Michael were completely fine with that idea, but both of them wanted to make sure you were alright with it first before bringing Jim along.

And that’s how you ended up in the current situation.

Michael had left his house with Jim earlier that day to stock up the cabin with plenty of food and water, you and Duncan heading out a few hours later to join them. You were nervous, but excited. You had slept with both Duncan and Michael before numerous times, but this was the first time a fourth person would be joining and you didn’t know what to expect, especially considering how territorial werewolves could be.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Duncan asked, glancing over at you, sensing how nervous you were. You gave him a reassuring smile, reaching over to squeeze his thigh.

“Yeah, I just… I’m just not sure what to expect with, you know, three werewolves. I’m just worried you guys might get territorial or something, I don’t want you to hurt each other,” you mumbled, glancing out the window at the passing scenery, the towering pines outlined in gold, illuminated by the setting sun.

“I promise, nothing like that will happen. Werewolves can be territorial, yeah, but we’re not dumb animals, we know how to share sometimes,” Duncan joked, smirking at you.

You laughed, grinning at him and nodding. It wasn’t much longer before you pulled up to the cabin, parking your car next to Michael’s and getting out, groaning and stretching after the long car ride. You and Duncan grabbed your overnight bags and walked up to the cabin, stepping inside and immediately being overwhelmed by the scent of fresh coffee.

Michael and Jim had gotten everything set up and ready for your arrival, and after chatting for a bit you all decided that it was time, the boys becoming increasingly jittery and distracted the further the sun set behind the horizon. You all went to the back of the cabin after deciding that you would spend the night outside in the woods, since it was nice and cool outside.

Michael grabbed the blanket that was sitting on a shelf in the hallway, glancing at you and smirking before pulling the old creaky back door open, motioning for you to go first. You exited the house, the three men trailing close behind you into the darkness.

You shivered as you stepped out into the cool night air, goosebumps rising on your skin as you were led further into the woods, the light of the full moon guiding your way. Despite the moonlight shining down through the towering pines, the three had to guide you and move you, preventing you from tripping over the sticks and rocks littering the ground.

You soon came to one of your usual spots, shivering as you realized what it meant. They were going to take you from behind, using your position to get as deep inside you as possible. Jim watched curiously as Michael took the large, fluffy blanket he was carrying, unfolding it and laying it over the wide stump in the middle of the clearing.

You yelped as you felt someone press up behind you, the tickle of a beard against your skin letting you know it was Duncan who was pressing his lips to the back of your neck, too eager to wait. You locked eyes with Jim, whimpering as you noticed that his pupils were now blown wide, the ocean-blue tint of his eyes almost completely obscured by black.

“Seeing as I’m not exactly the leader here feel free to suggest something else, but I think since it’s Jim’s first time we should let him go first, see what he does,” Michael said cooly, raising an eyebrow at Duncan who was still licking and nipping at the nape of your neck.

“Mm, fine by me,” Duncan said, his hot breath against your neck making you shiver. Jim’s eyes darted between the three of you, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

“Are you sure that’s okay? I don’t want to get in anyones way,” he said, biting his lip to prevent a moan from slipping out as Duncan began unbuttoning your shirt, soon giving up and just tearing it the rest of the way off, making you whine.

“S’not my decision, Y/N is the one that’s gonna be bent over that stump so she can pick who goes first,” Duncan growled against your neck, beginning to walk you forward. You swallowed thickly, nodding quickly as Duncan unhooked your bra, leaving you exposed to Michael and Jim’s prying eyes.

“Yeah, Jimmy can go first,” you said quickly, yelping as Duncan pushed you forward, his large hands running down your spine. Jim shakily stepped forward, letting out a loud huff as he finally caught sent of you, groaning deep inside his chest.

“Can you smell her, Jimmy? Smell how wet her cunt is for you?” Michael murmured, coming up to brush his fingers against the blondes neck. Jim couldn’t respond, too caught up in the sight and smell of you, simply standing there and staring at you as you glanced over at him, giving him a reassuring smile.

“Is she your first?” Duncan asked softly, quirking a brow at Jim, who shook his head, finally snapping out of his trance.

“No, I mean… I guess not. I’ve been with girls before but not since I was… You know. Turned,” he explained, glancing at Duncan who nodded, rubbing his hands over your hips and ass.

“Well, at least you have some experience. Just letting you know, though, it’s gonna be more intense. The smell and feel of her is gonna be overwhelming, and since it’s your first time you might not be able to stay knotted very long, maybe only a few minutes before your body has to take a break,” Duncan explained, Jim nodding quickly.

“Okay, that’s fine, but… I’m just wondering, how long do you and Michael usually stay knotted for?” he asked, stepping even closer, now able to feel the heat radiating off of your body.

“It depends. Some nights we stay tied for fifteen or twenty minutes, some nights we stayed tied for up to an hour,” Michael spoke, stepping around to the front of the stump to stand in front of you, a shiver running through your body as you saw his eager, predatory gaze.

“Fuck, an hour? How the Hell do you manage that?” Jim looked up at Michael, shocked. Michael smiled slyly, simply shrugging as he reached down to stroke your hair, chuckling as you immediately leaned into his touch.

“Practice makes perfect, Jimmy boy. Don’t worry, eventually you’ll be able to stay tied that long with her too,” Duncan chuckled, stepping back and giving Jim a pat on the back, the other man stepping forward to take Duncan’s place behind you.

“Please, can you three stop chatting and bury your bones already?” You huffed, Michael laughing and Duncan scowling at your joke.

“Well, if you insist,” Jim said as he tugged your pants down, groaning as he saw how soaked your panties were. You gasped as you felt his hand immediately cup your cunt, spreading your legs and trying to lift your hips up higher.

Michael and Duncan watched as Jim explored you, both of them keeping an eye on his reactions and body language, making sure he wasn’t going to get overwhelmed and lose control. Jim slowly tugged your underwear down, shuddering as he saw you completely bare for the first time.

You pushed your hips back, whining and glancing over your shoulder at him, eager for him to touch you. He groaned at your display, reaching down to slip two fingers between your folds, letting out a shaky breath as he felt how wet you were.

“I’ve barely done anything and you’re already fucking dripping for me. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were the one in heat, not us,” he mumbled, pressing his fingers against your entrance and slowly teasing you open. You groaned in frustration, letting your head fall down against the soft blanket as you ground your hips against his hand.

“Please, I’m wet enough, I don’t care if it hurts, please just fuck me already,” you whined, Duncan and Michael chuckling at how desperate you were. You glanced up at them, exhaling sharply as you saw that they were both palming themselves through their pants, staring at you and Jim with a hungry look in their eyes.

Jim quickly tugged his shirt off, tossing it to the forest floor before unzipping his pants, groaning as he brushed against his cock for the first time that night. He kicked his jeans and boxers off, his shyness now gone, replaced by a fiery lust burning in the pit of his stomach.

He squeezed his cock and lined it up with your entrance, one hand reaching up to grip your hips and pull you closer to him.

“You ready?” He asked, causing you to scoff and buck back against him, now agitated.

“Fuck, I said yes, please just- OH!” You were cut off as he snapped his hips forward, impaling you on his thick length. Jim growled loudly against you, collapsing against your back and panting, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he tried to adjust to the feeling of your pussy clenching and fluttering around him.

“That’s it sweetheart, oh fuck-“ Jim groaned as he rocked his hips against you, his mouth hanging open and eyes rolling back in his head, your scent and warmth and tightness completely overwhelming his mind as his instincts took over, telling him to fuck into you deep and hard, to pin you down and claim your body.

He started a brutal pace, his hips snapping and twitching against you as he fucked his cock back into your body, squeezing your hips hard enough to bruise. Michael and Duncan watched, enraptured, as he took you for the first time, his muscles clenching and rippling as he pounded into you, making you cry out and whimper with every jerk of his hips.

Jim was completely lost in the pleasure, moaning and gasping and whimpering, his entire body shaking, overwhelmed with pure ecstasy. Jim barely noticed that Michael and Duncan had stepped closer until Michael spoke, startling him and causing his eyes to flutter open.

“How’s she feel? Tight?” Michael asked, still palming his cock.

Jim could only nod, crying out as you clenched around his length. He had no idea someone could feel this much pleasure at once, his head feeling light and his body quivering, his heart feeling like it was going to burst from his chest.

You were having the same experience he was, your body slick with sweat as you pressed your hips back against him, whining loudly when he grabbed one of your legs and lifted it up, allowing him to penetrate you even deeper. You could feel how soaking wet you were, could hear how slick your cunt was as he continued fucking you, pounding you and making you cry out with every thrust.

“You gonna cum, Jimmy?” Duncan egged him on, licking his lips as he watched the two of you, his eyes dilated and glassy. “You gonna knot my pretty bitch? Pump her tight little cunt full and breed her?” Duncan growled, Jim letting out a loud snarl as he began picking up the pace, his thrusts growing sloppy and uncoordinated.

They knew that you were on birth control and were unable to get pregnant, but still, even the mention of breeding you sent their animal instincts into overdrive, making them feel even more feral and animalistic and wild.

“Fuck!” Jim snarled loudly as he suddenly came, slamming his hips against yours and burying his cock as deep inside you as he could, his knot swelling up and making you feel even fuller, the stretch making you ache and whimper as you tried to adjust to the strange sensation that you never seemed to be able to get used to.

Jim shakily reached under you, gathering slick from your entrance before pressing his fingers against your swollen clit, rolling it between his fingers and making you cry out. He groaned as you clenched around his oversensitive cock but continued grinding his fingers against you, gasping when he felt you shudder and tense, your walls fluttering around his cock as a fresh wave of slick spilled out, covering his cock as you reached your peak.

“That’s it, that’s a good boy Jimmy,” Michael crooned, his pupils blown wide as he took in your expressions, your eyebrows knit together in a mixture of pleasure and pain as Jim’s knot stretched you, Jim looking completely worn out and tired as he leaned against you, keeping you pinned to the tree stump.

Jim was able to stay tied inside of you for about five minutes, kissing and nibbling the back of your neck, whispering encouragements, telling you how good you were for him and how good you felt around his cock. As his knot began shrinking he was able to slowly pull out, both of you whimpering.

Duncan kneeled down in front of you, brushing your hair off your face and kissing your forehead, gazing at you affectionately. You smiled at him weakly, biting your lower lip.

“You okay? Need a break?” He asked softly, making you laugh.

“No, I’m a big girl, I can handle it,” you teased, Duncan laughing before standing up again, stepping back so that Michael could take his place, stroking your hair. Jim stood up shakily, moving his body off of yours and taking a deep breath, his lungs filling with the frigid night air.

“You okay Jimmy? How are you feeling?” Michael asked, quirking a brow at the short-haired man. Jim gave a crooked smile, blinking a few times.

“Good. I feel good. Kind of tired and shaky but I feel better, like my mind isn’t so clouded and fuzzy now,” he mumbled, glancing down at your swollen cunt and trying to resist the urge to drop to his knees and press his mouth to you.

“Well, you can’t feel too tired if you’re still staring at her like that,” Duncan snorted, Jim flushing and averting his gaze from you.

“I’m-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare,” he muttered, Michael laughing at his sudden awkwardness.

“No need to be shy, Jim, she’s yours as much as ours,” Michael murmured, giving Jim an uncharacteristically gentle smile.

“Um, speaking of being yours…” You mumbled, all of them turning to look at you. Duncan kneeled back down in front of you once again, raising an eyebrow.

“I was wondering if we could try something different tonight?” You asked softly, Michael cocking his head in curiosity as he watched you, wondering what you were up to. You knew that this was a special occasion, having all three of them here with you, and despite the nervousness you felt in the pit of your stomach, you also felt excitement.

“I was thinking that um… That two of you could take me at once,” you said softly, Duncan confused at your request and your sudden shyness.

“What? We’ve already both had you before. Multiple times, in fact,” Michael said, chuckling and gazing down at you curiously. You swallowed thickly, pausing for a moment before averting your gaze, too nervous to look them in the eye.

“I know, I mean… I mean, can two of you knot me? At the same time?” You asked softly. It took them a moment to realize what you were asking, but when they did you could tell without even looking at them. Duncan let out a low growl from deep in his chest, Michael letting out a shaky breath.

“Fuck. Are you sure? You can barely take two cocks at once and you want two of us to knot you?” Duncan asked, shocked at your proposal. You whimpered when you felt Michael step up behind you, pressing his fingers against your cunt that was dripping with a mixture of Jim’s seed and your own arousal.

“I know, I just… I know it’ll hurt but I want it. I want to feel full,” you groaned, pushing your hips back against Michael’s hand as he slipped two fingers inside of you, massaging your inner walls. Jim watched you all, his throat suddenly feeling dry as he imagined what it would be like, seeing you split open and filled by two cocks, imagining the sounds you would make.

“I think we could at least humor our girl and try, don’t you think Duncan?” Michael asked, Duncan shuddering as he locked eyes with you, your expression desperate and eager.

“Fuck it, yeah, I guess we can try,” he said, groaning as he stood up to his full height, tugging his shirt off and tossing it to the side. Michael did the same, laughing at the pathetic noise you made when he pulled his fingers from your entrance.

“So, should I um, go sit back at the house, or?” Jim mumbled, looking between you, Michael and Duncan. They both turned to look at him, the younger man shivering as he saw the devious look on Michael’s face.

“Actually, you’re going to be helping out. Since you’re new to this and don’t stay tied as long, you’re going to be knotting her. That way if it’s too much for her, she won’t have to deal with being stuck like that for half an hour,” he explained, stepping over to Jim.

“Wait, what about you? You’re not gonna knot tonight?” Duncan asked, confused. As much as he wanted a turn, he also wanted to make sure everyone else got to enjoy themselves and no one got left out.

“Oh, of course I am,” Michael murmured, his eyes locked with Jim’s as he spoke. “Tonight, I’m knotting Jim,”

Jim nearly choked on his spit, blinking and staring at Michael. Duncan looked even more shocked, his eyes wide as he glanced between Michael and Jim.

“Wait, what? Jim, are you okay with that? Jesus, Mikey, you can’t just knot him, what if he doesn’t like it?” Duncan scolded, Michael scoffing and rolling his eyes.

“I know for a fact Jim likes it. If he didn’t he wouldn’t be hanging out at my apartment so much,” Michael said cooly, Jim flushing and both you and Duncan turning to look at Jim, shocked.

“Wait… You and Jim?” You mumbled, looking between the two.

“I thought you said you weren’t with anyone since you were turned?” Duncan asked Jim, confused. Jim coughed awkwardly, staring at the forest floor.

“Well… I said I wasn’t with any girls since I was turned. I never said anything about men,” he murmured, avoiding Duncan’s gaze.

“Hey, look at me Jimmy,” Duncan said softly, Jim glancing up at him, swallowing thickly.

“I’m not mad you slept with Michael! I’m just surprised is all. We’re all in this together but it doesn’t mean we can’t fool around with each other one on one. I mean, I sleep with Y/N all the time, and sometimes she goes over to Michael’s house for… You know, special bonding time,” Duncan said, wiggling his eyebrows and making Jim giggle.

You smiled softly at their antics, a warm feeling welling up inside your heart. You never imagined being in a relationship with three people, let alone three werewolves, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“This is all very touching, but uh, speaking of touching… Please keep going,” you said, the three laughing. You yelped when Michael suddenly hoisted you up into his arms, his warmth enveloping you as Duncan grabbed the blanket off the stump, shaking it off and laying it out on the ground, kneeling down on it.

“How do you wanna do this?” Duncan asked, Michael setting you down on the blanket in between them as Jim came over to kneel on the blanket, his cock already half hard.

“How about Jim can take me from behind and Duncan can take me from the front?” You suggested, all of them considering for a moment before nodding, Michael reaching into the pocket of his jeans and removing a bottle of lube.

“Fine by me. You okay with that Jimmy?” Duncan asked, glancing at Jim as he began undoing his pants, kicking them off and then removing his boxers. Jim nodded eagerly, licking his lips as he looked at you. As soon as Duncan was naked he pulled you up onto his lap, groaning as you wrapped your hand around his thick cock, pumping him in your fist.

You shivered when you heard Michael flip open the cap on the bottle of lube, yelping when you felt his cold, slick fingers press against your back entrance.

“Shhh, that’s a good girl, relax for me,” Michael murmured, nipping the nape of your neck as he pressed one long finger inside of you, making you squirm. Jim watched in fascination as Duncan and Michael prepared you, Duncan keeping you distracted with kisses as Michael worked you open, soon able to slip in a second finger.

Michael eventually decided that you were prepared enough, slowly sliding his fingers out of you and moving back, allowing Jim to take his place. Duncan pressed his lips to yours firmly, groaning into your mouth and running his hands through your hair as Jim pressed his cock against your rear entrance, moaning.

You gasped into Duncan’s mouth as Jim slowly slid into you, trying to stay relaxed as he stretched you open. Michael removed the rest of his clothing, grunting as he gripped his thick cock and began fucking it into his fist, watching Jim take you for the second time that night.

When Jim was fully seated inside you he let out a shaky breath, his hands gripping your hips tightly to hold you still. You whimpered as you tried to get used to the feeling of him inside of you, Duncan murmuring words of encouragement as he ran his hands through your hair and along your neck.

“You ready?” Duncan asked, pressing a kiss to your lips once more before pulling away. You nodded eagerly, Jim wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back against him so that you were kneeling, both of you moaning as his cock shifted around inside of you.

Duncan took the bottle of lube from Michael, applying a generous amount to his cock before he scooted forward, pressing the plump, leaking head of his cock against your entrance. Jim pulled out slowly until only the tip of his length was inside of you, Duncan thrusting forward and grunting as he slipped inside your cunt.

You whined loudly, your body shaking as they both began pressing into you at the same time, the feeling of both of their girthy cocks fucking you open almost too much to handle.

“Fuck, that’s it, that’s my good girl, always so eager to be fucked,” Duncan growled against you, gently thrusting his hips against you, pressing himself further inside of you. Jim was panting harshly against your neck, trying to control himself and go slowly, not wanting to hurt you.

Soon they were both settled deep inside of you, only a thin membrane of skin separating their cocks as they pulsed and twitched inside of you, both of them wound up and eager to cum.

“Are you okay? This isn’t too much?” Duncan asked, gritting his teeth and trying to resist the urge to snap his hips forward. You could barely speak, too overwhelmed with pleasure, only able to shake your head and let out a high pitched whine.

“Fuck, we’re gonna start moving now, okay? I don’t think we’re gonna last long though,” Duncan groaned, slowly pulling out before thrusting back inside, making both you and Jim moan. Jim began doing the same, working up a steady pace, both he and Duncan pulling out and then fucking back into you at the same time.

You could feel every last movement and twitch of their cocks as they fucked you, tears of pleasure and pain welling up in your eyes and running down your cheeks. They were both so huge inside of you, it almost felt like they were inside your stomach with how deep they were pounding you and as much as it hurt and ached, you couldn’t get enough of it.

Jim suddenly let out a gasp, his hips slamming forward as Michael pressed a finger inside of his hole, both you and Duncan letting out a moan as his cock pressed further inside of you.

“Fuck, I can feel him moving inside of you, so goddamn tight,” Duncan snarled, beginning to pick up the pace, one hand coming up to wrap around your throat and one hand gripping your hip tightly, no doubt leaving more bruises.

Jim whined as Michael began fingerfucking him, not sure whether to press his ass back against Michael’s fingers or continue fucking into your tight heat. Duncan and Jim continued rocking against you, Michael slowly working Jim open with one hand and using the other to stroke his fat cock, groaning as he felt Jim’s muscles clenching around him.

Michael pulled his fingers from Jim, quickly replacing them with his cock and pressing the tip inside, Jim crying out loudly and thrusting his hips forward, making you cry out. Duncan continued pounding into you as Jim momentarily stilled, Michael gripping the younger man’s hips as he slowly eased his cock inside of him, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt Jim squeezing around him.

“That’s a good boy. I can already feel you tightening around me, you’re going to cum aren’t you? So fucking sensitive,” Michael growled, Jim panting and whining, now pinned between you and Michael.

“Fuck, yes, please, I think I’m gonna cum- I think-“ Jim cried out loudly, his cock twitching as he emptied himself inside you for the second time that night, his knot beginning to swell.

“Oh fuck! Goddamnit, so fucking tight,” Duncan growled loudly, his hips twitching once, twice and then he was cumming deep inside of you, the hand that was on your throat moving down to grip your hip, holding you in place and preventing you from wiggling away, making you take every last inch of his cock as his knot began to swell up inside you alongside Jim’s.

You cried out loudly, eyes snapping open as you felt them both inside you, knotting you and filling you to the point it was almost unbearable. You felt like you were about to split in half, their knots keeping them locked inside as they filled you with their seed, Duncan’s cock now pressing firmly up against the spot inside you that made you see stars.

“Please, fuck, please, too much, too full,” you cried out, your body beginning to shake as you felt your orgasm approaching, your hips instinctively twitching forward, seeking more friction.

“Shhh, you can do it, be a good girl and let us breed you nice and deep,” Duncan growled, locking his teeth around your throat and making you cry out in shock, the sudden flash of pain sending you over the edge. Jim whined out loudly as you clenched around him, Michael now fully seated inside of him.

“Michael, please, it’s so much, she’s so tight, oh fuck,” Jim babbled, Michael grunting as he began fucking Jim in earnest, his hips snapping against Jim’s as he fucked him.

“Shit, you can take it, just a little bit longer,” Michael snarled, slamming his hips forward a few more times before he came with a shout, holding Jim tightly as he emptied himself inside Jim’s tight ass, his knot beginning to swell up and lock him inside the other man.

“Please, Michael, please, I’m cumming again, oh fuck, I’m cumming again,” he cried out, his body shaking as he filled you once again, causing you to let out a squeak as you felt his knot pulse inside of you, swelling even more. You were completely worn out, letting out the occasional whimper or whine as you felt their knots shift around inside of you.

Duncan panted, pressing the palm of his hand against your abdomen and moaning when he realized he could feel his cock, so deep inside of you. You whimpered again, Duncan peppering kisses along your jaw and stroking your hair, trying to calm you.

“Shh, it’s okay, we’ll be able to pull out soon,” he assured you, pressing his forehead against yours. You nodded, sighing and leaning against him trying to hold as still as possible to prevent their cocks from shifting around inside of you.

You all sat in silence for a moment, trying to catch your breathes and calm down, before Jim finally spoke.

“So uh, since Michael’s tied with me and Duncan’s tied with Y/N how are we gonna get back inside? It’s getting cold out,” he mumbled, Michael and Duncan glancing at each other.

“You know? We didn’t exactly think that far ahead. Our bad,” Duncan sighed, the rest of you laughing weakly.