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From the moment the silver haired Witcher walked into the tavern all she could think about was that fucking voice. So sweet it almost made Geralt sick but at the same time she could absolutely fall asleep to the melodious voice that flowed beautifully from the female bard in the middle of the room. Geralt sat alone in the corner with her hood covering her white hair and amber eyes, not too eager to draw attention to herself just yet. She took a long drink of ale to quell the feeling in the pit of her stomach as she imagined what the brunette's voice would sound like crying out in pleasure on the Witcher's fingers. The music ceased and she mistakenly looked up to see why the music had stopped, only to find the bard standing next to her with wide doe-like eyes and a cat-like grin.
“I know you.” The bard purred and Geralt didn’t so much as grunt out a response. She merely raised an eyebrow and returned to her ale, “You’re the Butcher of Blaviken! You madam are naughty.” The bard giggled. Geralt glared at the girl in a way that usually had anyone on the other side running for the nearest church. This woman, however, just giggled louder and pulled up a chair and continued, “I can help you with that, you know? My songs are highly revered throughout the lands. I could make you famous in a much better way. You’ll be drowning in coin!” The bard said excitedly. Geralt could only stare. The glare from just seconds ago shifted to a look of pure bewilderment at the woman’s audacity.
“You very clearly do not know who I am, bard. Leave me.” Geralt gruffed in her direction. The bard pouted once more, Geralt had a hard time focusing on anything but those pouty pink lips and large sparkling brown eyes.
“Please take me with you Geralt! I won't get in the way! Let me help you.” She begs the larger woman, obviously not fully grasping the danger she would be in tagging along with a monster like Geralt. “I will make you the hero of the Continent. Someone to be trusted instead of spit on in the streets!” The brunette grabs Geralt's hand so tightly she’s yanked forward when Geralt pulls back.
“Fine! Fine. You may accompany me but only for a few days. I am not a babysitter. If you die you get left behind, so I hope you know how to use a sword.” Geralt sighs “This is not a game, girl. You will always be in dangerous situations. You will never know peace as long as your name is associated with my own. Do you understand me, bard?” She asks quietly and sternly.
“Yes! Oh thank you Geralt! Thank you! You will not be disappointed I promise!” The bard squeals and rushes back over to where she's performing and yells “GET THE WITCHER A DRINK ON ME!”
This is going to be a long few days.
A few days turned into a few months as Geralt and Jaskier entered a tavern very similar to the one they met in Posada. Geralt once again sits at her usual table in the darkest corner to keep her head down, while Jaskier heads up to the bar for drinks and perhaps a job that needs to be done in the area. She leaned forward in her chair, eyes watching silently from under dark lashes. She has become fairly protective over the bard, even so much as hissing her possessiveness when a wraith tried to claim Jaskier as her meal for the night a few weeks ago in a town just south of the one they were currently residing just outside of. Jaskier didn’t take very kindly to sleeping on the ground so Geralt got them a room every now and then just to shut her up for a night. Or at least that’s what she told herself. The truth is she saw an opportunity every night they shared a bed in a tavern. Many nights Geralt just lay awake staring at the ceiling trying to quell the images that threatened to take her over and devour that beautiful body of Jaskier. The temptation was mind numbing and painful to resist. But Geralt wouldn’t risk her companions’ comfort in exchange for a short release. Against her better judgement she was quite fond of the bard. The company was one she hadn’t had since she was a child and it was far more pleasurable to hear the complaints and sarcastic quips of the young woman rather than Vasemir’s harsh words hurled at her during training.
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Movement caught Geralt's eye as a drunkard reached out and yanked Jaskier closer to him, nearly in his lap. Geralt focused his hearing to be sure if she needed to intervene. “Aye fellas! Lookie what I found!” The offender bellowed with a hearty laugh “She's a beaut ain’t she gents!” He slurred, Jaskier blushed and attempted to politely pull out of the man's grasp, only for him to yank her harder, causing her to fall into his lap. Geralt shot to her feet almost immediately. “That’s better!” The man laughs in her face causing Jaskier to wince. Geralt strode forward, meeting Jaskiers' frightened gaze as the brute said, “How about we share this one boys!?” Geralt motioned with her eyes for her to move as she swiftly strode over, fire in her veins as she prepared for a fight.
Geralt strode to the table and said almost too quietly “I think you have someone that belongs to me” Before grasping Jaskier’s hand and yanking the brunette behind her. The brute stood slowly and pulled a blade.
“Yours, Witcher? No woman would belong to such a beast! At least not by free will. Wha’dya say boys? In a mood to rescue a damsel in distress?” The moron slurred, his friends wisely remained seated with their heads down, one of them whispered, “That’s the white wolf, Henry, stand down.” A wise choice but the man swung his blade, nearly catching Geralt in the jugular, but Geralt swiftly leaned away from the sloppy swing and sent a fist into the man's oversized belly. The man grunted and dropped his weapon.
“Get. Out.” Geralt growled in the man's ear before letting him hit the ground with a loud thud. She pulled Jaskier away from the table as the man was escorted out by his companions and the tavern owner.
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“G-Geralt?” Jaskier said softly, knowing how angry Geralt could get when it came to drunks. Geralt whipped sharply towards her, making her wince back. “What…..what did you mean by ‘belongs to you’?” She asked, voice oddly timid and a blush rising in her cheek.
Geralt let go of her hand and huffed “I meant exactly what I said, Bard. And you will do well to remember it.” Suddenly Jaskier got a glimmer in her eyes that promised mischief.
“Well, why don’t you prove it?” The doe-eyed female challenged, “You’ve never once shown me that I belonged to anyone other than myself.” Geralt tensed, knowing where the bard was going with this as she stepped towards her and wrapped her arms around her waist, letting them crawl up the Witcher’s armor to her chest. “Show me, or I might just go apologize to those gentlemen for your brutish actions and have a night with them.” Geralt snarled at the insinuation and turned so swiftly, Jaskeir barely had time to acknowledge the movement before her back hit the wall with enough force that it almost knocked the wind from her lungs. Geralt leaned in close and breathed in the scent she carried around her, fresh lilac and dark chocolate, it made the Witchers' mouth water and she let out a low growl from her chest and said “You. Are. Mine.”
Jaskier whimpered and moved her head to one side in submission. The action nearly brought Geralt to her knees before the Bard and she tugged her off the wall gently “Let's finish this elsewhere, away from prying eyes.” She breathed and led her to the bar, softly requesting a room for the night and leaving a handful of gold coins on the wooden counter for the barmaid who blushed and pointed them to the closest available room. Geralt didn’t hesitate as she led the beautiful woman to the room and locked themselves in, away from the drunks and the perverts who no doubt would get their rocks off from the display in the tavern hall. Jaskier had no time to react when Geralt’s lips crashed into her own, her head spun and she was overwhelmed by the feeling of the Witcher’s soft yet punishing lips on her own. Geralt backed her up against the wooden door of the room and kissed her with such heat it felt like they were being molded into one being.
When she pulled away it wasn’t to end the encounter but to kiss her way to the Bard’s milky white neck and mouth her way down, pulling the bards dress down her shoulders as she traveled to her breasts, palming the left one while suckling the right. Jaskier cried out in pleasure as Geralt nibbled on the pink bud of her nipple, the sound encouraging the Witcher to continue, alternating between breasts while the bard curled her fingers into Geralt’s silver locks and tugged, wanting more, needing more of her mouth on her skin, she was almost drunk with lust.
Geralt finally took the hint and fully slipped the dress down the other woman’s slender form until she was only in her knickers and stockings. Jaskeir barely had time to register how cold the room was before Geralt's hands were behind her thighs and she was being carried to the bed in the middle of the room and gently laid down. Geralt marveled at the gorgeous woman under her for a moment, appreciating the way the brunettes hair fanned out around her like a halo of burned honey, the moonlight turning the brown locks into a shimmering gold, and Geralt was a greedy sod who couldn’t wait to have that hair in her fist.
“Geralt?” Jaskeir breathed, pulling Geralt out of her own head “Take your fucking clothes off and fuck me. Please Geralt I need you” Those words broke Geralt and she let go, tearing her own clothes away from her body and taking a knife from her belt, slowly running it up the inside of the bard’s thigh and to her undergarments. Jaskier’s breath hitched and her heart stuttered when she felt the cold metal at her core, if it wasn’t for the Witcher’s strong hand holding her hip down, she might’ve bucked her hips into the touch. She heard a swift slice and her panties were little more than ribbons.
“Um excuse me, those were expensive you brute.” Jaskier chastised and only got a growl in return from the Witcher before she licked a stripe up the other woman’s cunt, agonizingly slowly, as if she were memorizing the taste of her. Jaskier did not complain much more after that. Geralt used her tongue to make the lovely bard writhe and cry out in pleasure, she did this for a while before switching their positions, moving Jaskier off the bed so she could straddle the Witcher’s chest. Jaskier took the hint and lifted her hips so Geralt could continue to devour her. But this position gave her the power to grip Geralt’s long white hair and buck her hips into that glorious mouth just where she needed to get even closer to release. It wasn’t enough though. Geralt made sure it wasn’t enough, never giving her enough so the night might never end. She loved the way Jaskier begged and cried out every time she was too close to the edge.
Eventually, however, Geralt moved them once more, pressing Jaskier down to the bed by her wrists and kissing her while letting her free hand wander down her smooth body to her cunt. Slowly she circled the girl’s clit with her nail before moving to insert one finger inside her, then two, until all the bard could do was whine and writhe on her fingers to find her own release. Geralt set a steady yet brutal pace when fucking this beautiful doe-eyed seductress, memorizing every moan, every cry of pleasure she forced out of the woman beneath her. Geralt was so overwhelmed by the sight she didn’t even need the bard to touch her before she met her release, the bard following not long after, her body arching off the bed, wrists straining in Geralt's grasp and thighs trembling with the force of her orgasm as Geralt’s hand and the bed became soaked with her cum.
When she had finally finished Geralt withdrew her fingers and pressed a soft kiss to her temple and moved her over so she could clean the mess and wrap the bard in the softest material she could find before curling up behind her, Geralt didn’t sleep but was content to watch over the bard as she did.