The Witcher: Rare Beasts (TV-MA)

The Witcher: Rare Beasts (TV-MA)

Fanfiction of Season 1 Episode 6 on Netflix

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Commentary

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This is the continuation of The Witcher: Djinn and pushes the characters into their storylines that end Season 1 and start Season 2. There were some sexy parts already but I felt there were a couple of unexplored opportunities.

There is a lot of backstory here, to ensure the reader understands the episode. If you have seen the episode already then you can go ahead and skip to ACT 3 and ACT 6 where I focus on the sexual subtext. But you might miss a few answers to what may have been missed between scenes if you do that. …enjoy 😉

ACT 1: An Adventure Begins

Geralt of Rivia, known as the Witcher, and his companion Jaskier found themselves in an unexpected and perilous situation. They had been hired by a mysterious man named Borch Three Jackdaws to join a team of hunters on a quest to slay a dragon. Borch had a reputation for being both enigmatic and resourceful, and he seemed to have a hidden agenda that intrigued Geralt.

Among the group of hunters were Téa and Véa, two Zerrikanian women who had served Borch and were skilled warriors. Zerrikanians were a noble Amazonian race of black warriors, known for their strength and combat prowess. The team also consisted of the Reavers, a band of ruthless mercenaries, a group of Dwarves led by Yarpin Zigrin, and the noble Sir Eyck of Denesile accompanied by his mage, Yennefer of Vengerberg.

Initially, Geralt had no interest in hunting the dragon, as he believed dragons should not be hunted for treasure and that a golden dragon was merely a mythical creature. However, as the teams gathered in a tavern, Geralt caught sight of Yennefer, a woman he had deeply cared for in the past. His feelings for her resurfaced, and he committed his sword to the quest, hoping to be closer to her once again.

Meanwhile, Jaskier finds himself captivated by the beauty of the Zerrikanian women, he musters the courage to flirt with them, “You have the most incredible necks. Like a…a… sexy goose.”

Albeit stumbling upon an awkward line about their necks, much to his surprise, the women are not put off by his clumsy comment. Instead, they respond with amusement and a hint of intrigue, showing a liking to Jaskier.

The Zerrikanian women, their eyes brimming with desire and a subtle playfulness, convey their interest in Jaskier through both words and non-verbal cues. They lean in closer, their bodies subtly mirroring his movements, the delicate brush of their fingers against his arm or the subtle tilt of their heads convey an intimate interest that goes beyond mere words.

Sharing a sip of beer with him, their eyes sparkling with mischief, the Zerrikanian women convey their interest in him. The connection between them becomes palpable, and Jaskier’s confidence is reignited by their apparent attraction. Emboldened, he sees the potential for an enthralling tale of adventure and romance.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Jaskier declares his enthusiasm for the idea, his words laced with excitement. “I can hear it now, a tale of two Zerrikanians and their valiant poet lover. Oh! We are so doing this. We’re in!”

The women’s eyes meet, exchanging knowing glances that reveal their mutual interest in Jaskier and the prospect of a passionate union. Their attraction to both him and the idea of their union is clear, fueling Jaskier’s confidence and igniting a spark of anticipation for the adventures that lie ahead.

ACT 2: A Quest Becomes a Competition

As the quest began, it became apparent that each team had its agenda and desired the dragon’s treasures for themselves. Tensions arose, and conflicts frequently erupted among the hunters. The Reavers, being the most aggressive group, openly challenged the other teams, making it clear that they intended to claim the dragon’s riches by any means necessary.

Geralt couldn’t shake the feeling that Borch had ulterior motives for undertaking this mission. He suspected that Borch’s claim of wanting one last adventure was just a cover for something more. Geralt voiced his concerns, arguing that hunting dragons for treasure was wrong and that a golden dragon was nothing more than a legend.

During the first night of camping, Sir Eyck fell mysteriously ill after consuming a cursed beast he had killed. The other hunters dismissed him as a fool for eating the creature, believing it had caused his illness. With Eyck making his departure early Geralt saw his chance to speak with Yennefer at last.

In the quiet stillness of the camp, Geralt confronts Yennefer, a mixture of concern and frustration etched upon his face. He takes a step closer to her, his voice tinged with both curiosity and suspicion.

“What are you doing here, Yennefer?” Geralt questions, his tone searching for the truth that lies behind her presence.

Yennefer meets his gaze, her eyes betraying a determination that matches his own. “I am here for the dragon,” she replies, her voice carrying a hint of urgency. “There are certain healing powers that are rumored to exist. Powers that could bring about the change I seek.”

Geralt shakes his head, a hint of disbelief coloring his response. “Yennefer, please don’t tell me you traveled all this way for made-up fertility cures concocted from dragon hearts. You know better than to believe in such tales.”

Yennefer’s expression hardens a touch of defiance in her voice. “They are not made up,” she asserts. “There is truth behind the legends, Geralt. And what do you know about motherhood? Have you ever considered what I might want? What I could be capable of?”

Geralt’s response is swift, his words laced with a mixture of concern and skepticism. “Yennefer, do you honestly think you would make a good mother? This lifestyle, the battles we face, the chaos we endure… it is not suited for a child. What would you do, between feeding and naps, summon chaos on the king’s orders?”

Yennefer’s eyes narrow, her voice cutting through the air with a hint of indignation. “Do not patronize me, Geralt. This is not about your judgment. It’s about my choices, my desires, my life.”

Geralt’s gaze softens, a flicker of vulnerability breaking through his defenses. “I’m not patronizing you, Yen. I’ve thought about this. Often. And I would rather use my Child Surprise as bruxa bait than subject them to the dangers and uncertainty of this life we lead.”

Yennefer’s laughter rings out, a mixture of amusement and disbelief. “What did you just say?” she questions, her eyes widening with newfound understanding.

Geralt’s face pales, realization dawning upon him. “Ah, fuck,” he mutters under his breath, his attempt at concealing the truth quickly unraveling.

“You have a Child Surprise?” Yennefer’s laughter grows, a touch of irony coloring her voice. “Isn’t that rich? Here you are, lecturing me on the supposed foolishness of seeking ways to have a child, while all along you cheated destiny itself to steal one.”

Geralt’s shoulders sag, the weight of his secret revealed. He meets Yennefer’s gaze, his expression a mix of regret and vulnerability. She leaves him with his thoughts.

ACT 3: An Opportunity Worth Exploring

Under cover of darkness, Jaskier, the charismatic bard, tiptoed toward the small tent shared by the Zerrikanian women, Téa and Véa. The flickering glow of the nearby campfire provided him with just enough light to navigate his way without disturbing the slumbering warriors.

With a mischievous grin on his face, Jaskier carefully unfastened the tent flaps, ensuring that they made as little noise as possible. He entered the tent, his heart racing with anticipation. Inside, the air was filled with the scent of leather and the faint aroma of a smoldering campfire, a reminder of the women’s Zerrikanian heritage.

As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, Jaskier is greeted by a scene of alluring beauty and sensual intimacy. The warm glow of the flickering fire illuminates the space, casting a gentle radiance upon the two ebony women who are adorned solely in their thick fur pelt blankets. Téa and Véa, renowned for their beauty and prowess in battle, were a sight to behold even in repose.

Jaskier’s hands, trembling with both nervousness and anticipation, find their way to Téa’s feet. He caresses them gently, his touch gradually traveling up her legs, the softness of her skin enticing him further. Téa, awake and fully aware of his actions, purrs softly, encouraging his explorations.

As Téa pulls back the fur blanket, revealing her exquisite form, she lifts her knees, inviting Jaskier to explore further. The tantalizing scent of her skin fills the air, heightening his senses and drawing him closer. With each lingering kiss he places upon her thighs, a shiver of anticipation courses through her body, her breath hitching in response.

Jaskier’s lips move with tender reverence, trailing a path of soft, lingering kisses up the supple expanse of Téa’s thighs. The delicate touch of his lips against her skin ignites a wave of pleasure that radiates through her, causing her to arch her back ever so slightly. The sensation is both intimate and electrifying, as Jaskier’s devotion and desire intertwine with every movement.

Téa’s moans of delight fill the intimate space, encouraging Jaskier to continue his journey of exploration. Her body responds to his kisses, her skin tingling with each affectionate caress. Jaskier’s fingers part the engorged flesh of her labia to reveal a bright pink succulent flower dripping with nectar summoning him closer.

As Jaskier inhales the intoxicating scent of Téa, his senses become engulfed in a sweet and alluring fragrance that lingers in the air. The aroma entices him further, heightening his desire to explore her body and indulge in the pleasures that lie ahead.

With a gentle touch, Jaskier’s fingers press into the supple wet flesh of Téa’s body, sinking into her inch by inch and curling in a come hither motion against the puffy sensitive skin inside of her, just behind her pelvic bone, triggering her nerve endings to fire. His touch is both confident and gentle evoking shivers of anticipation that dance along her spine.

Téa’s body responds to Jaskier’s touch. Her breath quickens, matching the rhythm of their shared desire. Téa’s breath catches in her throat as Jaskier’s lips explore the intimate contours of her labia, as his mouth consumes her clitoris. Each gentle kiss is like a whisper of desire against her skin, setting her nerves ablaze with a delicious mix of anticipation and delight.

With each loving caress, Téa’s body responds with a cascade of sensations. Electric pulses of pleasure surge through her, radiating from the place where his kisses meet her flesh. Her skin becomes hypersensitive, every nerve ending aflame with a tingling heat that spreads throughout her being.

The combination of Jaskier’s tender touch and the intensity of the moment builds an exquisite tension within Téa. Her body arches instinctively, seeking closer contact and deeper connection. She loses herself in the sea of sensation, her mind consumed by the intoxicating pleasure that courses through her veins.

As Véa awakens to the intoxicating sounds of Téa’s moans, she finds herself drawn into the passionate scene unfolding before her. Without hesitation, she leans in and captures Téa’s lips in a fervent kiss, their mouths intertwining in a dance of desire.

Their kiss is a symphony of passion and exploration, their tongues entwining with a hunger that mirrors the rising heat within them. Véa’s hands find their way to Téa’s breasts, teasing and caressing them with a firm yet gentle touch.

As the passion between the trio reaches its crescendo, a surge of ecstasy courses through Téa’s body, carrying her to the pinnacle of pleasure. Waves of intense sensation ripple through her, growing stronger and more overwhelming with each passing moment.

In a glorious climax, Téa succumbs to the overwhelming waves of pleasure that crashed over her. A crescendo of ecstasy engulfs her, causing her body to convulse with euphoric release. Her cries of delight fill the air, mingling with the symphony of their passionate union.

For a timeless moment, Téa is lost in a haze of pure bliss, her body vibrating with the aftershocks of her climax. It is a transcendental experience, where time, space, and awareness merge into a singular sensation of unparalleled pleasure.

Jaskier, his eyes filled with satisfaction, cannot help but revel in the sight of Téa’s convulsions of pleasure. With a mischievous grin, chuckling to himself, he quips, “Ah, Téa, my dear, your trembling gives me an idea. I must remember to add ‘Master of Quakes’ to my ever-growing list of titles.”

As Véa’s hunger for Jaskier grows, she succumbs to her desires, pressing her lips against his with fervent intensity. Their kiss is a passionate collision of longing and craving, a declaration of their shared lust.

In her eagerness, Véa’s hands move with urgency, swiftly tearing off Jaskier’s shirt, and revealing his bare chest to her hungry gaze. She traces her fingers along the contours of his sculpted muscles, exploring the canvas of his skin with a mix of desire and admiration.

With nimble fingers, Véa deftly unbuckles Jaskier’s belt, a subtle yet deliberate motion that symbolizes their mutual surrender to passion. The sound of the buckle clicking open echoes through the air, heightening the anticipation that hangs between them.

As the belt falls away, the barrier to their desires dissipates, opening a world of possibilities. Véa’s touch becomes bolder, her fingertips grazing over his exposed skin, igniting a trail of electric sensation that courses through his body.

As a warrior with an unyielding hunger, Véa takes charge, guiding Jaskier toward the floor with a firm yet gentle touch. Her eyes, filled with desire, lock onto his, conveying a message of dominance and longing.

As she lays him down, Véa leans close, her voice a low and sultry whisper, “Tonight, I shall be your conqueror, and you, my willing captive.” Her words, dripping with confidence and desire, ignite a primal fire within both of them.

With a smile of anticipation dancing upon his lips, Jaskier pulls Véa’s hips closer to his face, reveling in the intimate connection between them. His eyes lock onto hers, conveying a silent understanding and a shared desire for mutual pleasure.

Positioned between her thighs, Jaskier’s breath mingles with the warmth emanating from her core, sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. His hands rest gently on her hips, his touch a testament to his reverence for her body and his eagerness to indulge in the delights that await.

As his lips inch closer to her, Jaskier’s smile transforms into a mischievous grin, mirroring the spark of playful excitement in Véa’s eyes. He finds pleasure in the intimacy of this act, embracing the chance to provide pleasure and succumb to his desires simultaneously.

With skillful movements, Jaskier begins to explore Véa’s most sensitive areas, his lips, and tongue tracing a path of bliss along her flesh. His touch is both confident and gentle, a delicate balance that elicits gasps of pleasure and moans of delight. As Jaskier’s ministrations continue, Véa’s hips respond to his every touch, subtly moving in harmony with his rhythm.

As Téa’s gaze falls upon Jaskier’s rigid white cock, a hunger ignites within her, and her lips part in anticipation. The sight of his arousal stirs a primal desire within her, a craving that can only be satisfied by the intimate connection they are about to share.

Téa crawls toward Jaskier stalking his white meat like a jaguar hunting down its prey. With a gentle yet firm grip, she grabs his erect cock, her tongue glides from his balls up his veiny white shaft that seems to glow in the moonlight that beams through the narrow flap of the tent. Her full lips part, as they wrap around his cock with urgency. She sucks on his dick consuming the small salty bead of liquid oozing from its tip as if yearning for the last dew drops before the arid deserts of her homeland return. Her head desperately moved up and down his shaft, coating him with her spit, leaving ropes of saliva connecting them. Her slurping sounds heighten the electricity in the heated tent.

Téa’s vagina, swollen with arousal begs to be played with as her fingers descend between her thighs, moving quickly side by side, yearning for penetration. She pays homage to his wonderful white penis, tasting the saltiness of his potential release. As her anticipation increased, her sucking became stronger and her head moved faster in an unspoken urgency conveying an overwhelming need to feel him inside her.

Téa joins her friend atop Jaskier, her body eagerly straddling his hips, her hips finding their place above his now greased-up pole. As her knees collapse, she descends onto his long white lance. He enters her, filling her, making her moan instantly at the sensual pleasure she so desperately desires.

Her movements are slow and deliberate at first, savoring the exquisite feeling of him filling her, inch by inch. She relishes the delicious friction, the way he stretches and fills her, awakening every nerve ending in her body.

With each tantalizing thrust, Téa’s hips roll in a rhythm that mirrors the rising waves of pleasure within her.