Ravadhi (Half-Orc)

Ravadhi (Part 7)

“Well, I do have a bit of good news, before we get started,” Freemont said. “Mr. Silversmith is no longer a person of interest in your assault and is officially cleared of any wrongdoing. The local sheriff’s department is also waiving the evading arrest and reckless driving charges due to the urgency of the situation.”

“That’s a relief,” Holly said, looking at Ravadhi and smiling. He tried to return the smile, but was unable to, and it worried her.

“Well, don’t relax just yet.” Freemont took a seat at the table and motioned for Holly to do the same. “I had a conversation with your father and he told me your mother left town many years ago. You were eight, correct?”

“Y…yes,” Holly said, confused. “Why are you asking about her?” Her face lit. “Did you find her? Is she coming back?”

“We’ll get to that,” Freemont deflected. “What can you remember from the day she left?”

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Many hours ago, you’d come home and found a large stone in your refrigerator. Bemused, you took it and chucked it out into your garden. Now, there was a very large troll standing at your door, looking very put out.

Geralt and Jaskier spending an evening alone drinking together; Jaskier's gossiping, telling stories, and philosophizing.

Geralt's mostly content to listen but as he gets into his cups, he becomes more willing to chat so he tells Jaskier some of his own stories and philosophies.

Jaskier ends up asking Geralt about retiring from from being a witcher; if he no longer fought monsters, then what would he do?

Geralt finds the question irrelevant since witchers don't retire and he certainly can't due to his looks, pale with white hair and golden cat eyes don't do much to disguise him afterall.

Jaskier's persistent though, drunk and curious, he badgered his friend for his thoughts.

Geralt finally just tells the bard he'd go off to Toussaint, hoping the answer is enough to satisfy the drunk bard, but Jaskier keeps pushing for any details.

Geralt and Jaskier talk of a ranch off away from towns and cites. A little cabin with a garden full of herbs, apple trees to treat Roach, and all the best books Geralt needs to read.

They never bring it up again, a drunken conversation one night that was forgotten as all the others were.

But it wasn't forgotten.

Jaskier didn't forget.

He never told Geralt, it was to be a surprise, a gift for all the money and fame Jaskier earned from his songs about the Witcher.

He had started saving money. Just putting aside extra earnings from courts and work from the winter months in Oxenfurg. It would take time, but he had plenty and so did Geralt.

Maybe Geralt won't retire, but maybe he'll take a vacation. A long rest for a few years in a warm little house away from the dangers of a witcher.

But Geralt left.

And Jaskier wasn't sure what to do.

He didn't know if Geralt would ever come back, or if they would even meet again. He didn't feel like spending the money on himself, it still felt owed to Geralt.

So he bought a few acres in the countryside, commisioned a cabin, and furnished it.

Maybe if he ran into Geralt one day, he'd be able to at least give him it. A thank you for everything Geralt did for him; even if the witcher didn't care for the bard, he still kept him alive and full of inspiration.

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Agape

Rating: G

Words: 1.6k

Tags: fluff, cutagens, wintering at Kaer Morhern, purring

The cruel northern winter has set a chill deep in Geralt’s bones that even two pairs of socks can’t fix. Jaskier helps.

Beta-ready by: @mirkwood​

A/N: This is actually the first time i’ve written a propper character pairing since i was 16! I know it’s very different from the usual stuff i write but this is just where my interests have taken me :) I’m actually really enjoying this fandom atm!

Sorry to bombard you with 2 Witcher posts in 1 week - I’ve created Witcher Wednesdays in my schedule now so business will resume as usual from next week :)

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The library was warm when Jaskier entered, a contrast to the dank, gloomy corridors of the keep. The fire crackled merrily in the hearth on one side of the room, casting dancing shadows over the bookcases and the face of the room’s single occupant.

“Geralt?” Jaskier asked, taking several steps forward and shutting the door behind him so the warmth didn’t escape. He was dressed only in his nightclothes, feet bare against the stone floor. “It’s late, are you coming to bed?” He asked.

Geralt grunted from his seat on the sofa, a deep frown on his face as his eyes stayed fixed on the book in his lap. The witcher was swaddled up in a thick woolen blanket, one of the few luxuries he allowed himself against the cold this deep into winter. Only his head and hands poked from the fabric.

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[lion rakshasa] Dain

lion rakshasa!Dain x human!Reader Good to know: smut

Summary: Dain needs a massage.

With a sigh, you open the door to let the warm breeze run through the small cabin. The scent of oils, candles, and cleaning supplies mix with the dry smell of the night. The rush of air caresses your cheeks and plays with your hair as you lean against the door jamb. You cross your arms in front of your chest. Your gaze wanders over the view of the resort.

The other cabins around you are closed. Their windows are dark. You are not surprised, though. It's already late, and you feel the tiredness in your bones and the soreness in your muscles. You almost laugh. You could kill for a massage. Rolling your shoulders, you straighten your posture. The familiar throbbing between your legs is almost painful, and you wish for nothing more but a warm bath and your comfortable bed.

Lush greens and colorful flowers bloom on the side of the road, leading to the pools on your left side. There is a small waterfall that falls from one to the other. The sound is relaxing and seems loud in the silence. The crystal-clear water sparkles under the silvery glow of the moon. Your gaze moves up to the sky, pausing on the glinting stars before dropping on the hotel nearby. Light filters through a few windows. One side of the building is covered with greenery. You can barely see the sand-colored wall underneath the leaves, waving in the rhythm of the wind.

And behind everything, there is the desert with its ever-changing form. Under the cover of the night sky and the stars' gentle glow, the endless sea of sand spreads out as far as the eyes can see. It looks like it melts into the darkness at the horizon. In the distance, grand dunes emerge from the ground with elegant edges and slopes.

"Hey!" A deep voice breaks the silence, and you almost jump from the surprise. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to frighten you. You are the masseur, right?" You smile and shake your head. "It's fine," you tell him. "You are Dain, I hope?" He nods, and you step away from the door to let him in.

The male is burly, even for a lion rakshasa. His mane is a few shades darker than the fur covering his body. He is a mix of muscles and fat. His shoulders are broad, but a slight belly is bulging under the white towel around his waist. The fabric stretches around his trunk-like thighs.

He looks good. He definitely looks good.

You close the door behind you with a soft click.

"You can take off the towel if you want to," you tell him. "And lay down on the table." The male grunts, and with a quick tug, he takes off the towel and puts it on a chair nearby. You can see the muscles of his thighs working as he moves. His tail sways to the side in a gentle rhythm. Your eyes are glued to the hard flesh of his bottom as he lies on his stomach on the massage table. "It won't break under me, right?" He asks. His voice is muffled. "No," you assure him. "You will be fine, I promise."

As you start to work, the soothing scent of the oils you use fills your nostrils. The inside of the massage cabin is covered in an orange hue from the candles. Small flames dance on top of them. The dim light makes the color of his fur darker. They are soft under your hands. His tail still sways left and right, and from time to time, you can hear a deep purr rumbling out of his chest. You can feel it in your core.

Using your body weight, with the heel of your hands, you stroke down the line of his spine until you reach his tail. You knead the hard muscles of his back, changing the motion of your hands every now and again as you watch his reactions. Dain's breathing is calm and even, and slowly but surely, you can feel him relax under you. You circle your thumbs on his shoulder blades, going up to his shoulders. Your fingers dig into him, finding every nerve and knot on your way. When you are done with his upper body, you move to his legs, using your thumb to massage and rub his muscles. "I'm sorry," he grunts when his tail curls around your arm for the second time. You let yourself laugh a little. "It's fine." Your finger slides over his tail, reaching the base. You are careful and gentle as you stroke it. He jumps at the sudden contact but doesn't move to get away. Another rumble breaks through his chest. "Is it good?" You ask him. "Yeah," he grunts. "But it starts to hurt." For a second, you panic, letting go of his tail immediately. "I'm sorry," you gasp. Dain shakes his head. "Not that," he replies, turning to the side, then onto his back. "That." "Oh."

Oh.

A lazy smirk pulls on your lips at the sight. Dain's hard cock bobs as he moves. He is thick and wet from the pre-cum that slips down his shaft. A drop follows the line of a vein on the side of his cock. His balls are heavy between his legs.

You continue your session. Moving from Dain's legs to his upper body, you work on his muscles, letting him relax and enjoy the silence. Your gaze lands on his erection every now and again, but you don't make a move yet. You tease him and massage him all over.

His eyes are closed. An amused smile plays on his lips. "You are the devil." His voice is hoarse. "Am I?" You grin, smoothing your palms down his chest. His fur shines under the dim lights with the lotion you used on him. His cock jerks when your fingers brush the base. Another drop of pre-cum drops down his shaft. "Gods, woman!" Dain groans. You laugh but decide to have mercy on him. He was still more patient than most of your guests.

Your fingers curl around the base of his shaft, squeezing the flesh softly. A low groan echoes off the walls, and you can feel him twitching under your hold. Dain is warm and soft under your palm. The lotion and his pre-cum mix as you move up. Your other hand rests on his thigh. His muscles are tense with anticipation. You feel it too. Need burns your insides as you pump his shaft lazily. You use your thumb to smear his juices even more on his cock, following the thick vein on the side up to the head. Your nail grazes the sensitive skin. The rakshasa shudders under you. His breathing is labored. "Are you sure you are not a cat?" He asks with humor in his voice. "You play with my cock like a new toy." You grin, leaning closer. The air escaping your lips is warm on Dain's erection. "But it is my new toy." His deep laugh ends in a snarl when you lick up on his length from the bottom to the top. You flick the soft skin under the head. His taste is strong on the tip of your tongue. It's salty and makes you want more. You lap up on him again, once, twice, three times. "Fuck!" He growls. The sound vibrates through the air, going straight between your legs. Glancing at him from the corner of your eyes, you force a smug grin down and take his cock into your mouth. You go inch by inch, letting your lips stretch around him. Keeping your hand on the base, pumping him slowly, you lick and suck on his crown, pressing your tongue into the tip. You can feel him snapping any second, but you are not done yet. You squeeze him, making him snarl again before his breath is taken away as you slide him down deeper into your throat. You hum around his length, letting the vibration of your throat rush up his spine. "Fuckfuckfuck!" Spurts of pre-cum fill your mouth, dripping down on his cock and balls. His hips push up against you, wanting to fuck your mouth. You hum again in agreement, hollowing your cheeks some more. Tears burn your eyes as he starts to move up and down. He thrusts into your mouth hurriedly, chasing his pleasure in your warm, wet mouth. Your tongue is flat against the underside of his cock. "You born for this," he growls. "A warm mouth for all the monsters who come here." You are slick between your legs. Your pussy throbs with desire even though you are already sore because of your previous guests. "You feel so good around my cock! Fuck!" Your free hand from his thigh slips to his balls. They are heavy in your palm as you start to play with them. His cock twitches in your mouth more often than a few seconds ago. "I'm going to cum," he warns, still pushing his hips. Your jaw and throat ache. You let him use you to reach his high. Your hand on his cock jerks him faster, and you bob your head against his thrusts. You want him to lose his mind when he comes into your mouth. The cabin is filled with his groans and moans.

"Fuck!"

He floods your mouth, and you gulp down everything he has to give you. The work of your throat squeezes his cock even more, pushing him harder and harder into his orgasm.

The male needs long minutes to come back to his senses. "Will you be there tomorrow?" He asks, still panting. His voice is hoarse, and his cock lays soft on his thick thigh.

You really want to know how it feels inside you.

"I will write you up."

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Fantasy: The Towns

Oak (Centaur, M/F)

Brenn - Pt 1, Pt 2 (Mothperson, M/F)

Terryn (Fae, M/M)

Y’sran - Pt 1, Pt 2 (Dragonborn, M/F, NSFW)

Yithral - Pt 1, Pt 2 (Naga, M/M, NSFW)

Tul (Tiefling, M/F)

Orn (Orc, M/F)

Emory (Batperson, M/F)

Firion (Orc, M/F, NSFW)

Fantasy: Hollyhead Forest

Dyneos (Minotaur, M/F)

Aleus (Minotaur, M/F)

Zyda - Pt 1, Pt 2 (Naga, M/F)

Fantasy: Accursed Manor

Alekos (Minotaur, M/F)

Ambrose (Frankenstein Construct, M/F)

Modern Fantasy: The Cities

Marlowe (Mer, M/F)

Riox (Goblin, M/F)

Kamaria (Gnoll, F/F)

Asili (Gnoll, M/F)

Andromeda (Cyclops, F/F)

Isotia (Minotaur, F/F)

Ravi (Tiefling, M/F)

Killick (Mer, M/F)

Greyn (Goblin, M/F)

Eirik (Orc, M/F)

Ove - Pt 1, Pt 2 (Orc, M/F)

Ma’len (Dragonborn, M/F)

Rishi - Pt 1, Pt 2 (Tiefling, M/F)

Sage (Centaur, M/F)

Tide (Octopus Mer, M/F)

Assia (Drider, F/M)

Modern Fantasy: The Carnival

Ramzi (Drider M/F)

Hidden Monsters: Cryptids, Myths and Legends

Tev (Jersey Devil, M/M)

Hidden Monsters: The Supernatural

Isaak (Werewolf, M/F)

Melanie (Werewolf, F/F)

Milenko (Werewolf, M/F)

Jakoby (Pumpkin Dullahan, M/NB, NSFW)

Kincaid - Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5 (Plant Deity, M/F)

Amais (Werebear, M/F)

Dex (Werewolf, M/F, NSFW)

Esmeralda - Pt 1, Pt 2 (Vampire, F/F)

Hidden Monsters: Demons

 Prosvel (Fire Demon, M/F)

Ingola (Fire Demon, M/F)

Malonus - Pt 1, Pt 2 (Demon, M/F)

Leith (Demon, M/NB)

Sci-Fi: Starship Khonsu

Asir-Ley (Alien, NB/NB)

Sci-Fi: Earth

Eolitha (Alien, M/NB)

Soulmates

Sanit (Drider, M/F)

Arroyo (Mer, M/F)

Tumelo (Drider, M/F)

Miyla (Naga, M/F)

Hawthorne (Centaur, M/F)

Laiken (Mer, Selkie Reader, M/M)

Aezova (Demon, F/F, NSFW)

Aquila (Minotaur, NB/NB)

Follower Special/Flufftober 2020

Sorec (Orc, M/F)

Ruben (Ghost, M/F)

Bellamy (Tiefling, M/F)

Al’diel (Dragonborn, F/F)

Roslyn (Vampire, F/M)

Emir (Drider, M/F)

Rafe (Goblin, M/M)

Kinktober 2021

Oskar x Penny (Werewolf/Human, M/F, NSFW)

Lionel (Troll, M/F, NSFW)

Gem (Tiefling, NB/NB, NSFW)

Hiroshi (Onikuma, M/F, NSFW)

Calista (Gorgon, F/F, NSFW)

Kinktober 2022

Antoine (Gargoyle, M/F, NSFW)

Bliss (Robot, NB/M, NSFW)

Leif (Orc, M/F, NSFW)

Yara (Naga, M/F, NSFW)

Darragh (Dullahan, M/M, NSFW)

Umbra (Shadow Demon, F/F, NSFW)

Cepheid (Celestial, NB/F, NSFW)

Granville (Ghoul, M/F, NSFW)

Masaki (Onikuma, M/F, NSFW)

Morven (Lich, M/F, NSFW)

OCs

Emeric x Meliorna (Forest Spirit/Witch, M/F)

August x Willow (Cryptid/Human, M/F)

D-LE x A1 (Robot/Robot, M/M)

Eilian x Zalena (Batperson/Human, M/F)

Abeolul & Fiffin (Dwarf & Mer, Non-Romantic)

Canon Characters

Abe Sapien - Pt 1, Pt 2 (Alien, M/F, NSFW)

Alphonso Hargreeves - Pt 1, Pt 2 (Non-Monster, M/F, NSFW)