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When Jaskier steps into the Devil's Horn Tavern, he's surprised to find the place filled only with Alphas. Geralt had suggested they meet here, and knew of Jaskier's status as an Omega. The room smells overwhelmingly of Alpha musk and beer, but it was unlikely to have been a mistake.
All eyes turn towards him as he walks to bar, but Jaskier pays them no heed. A quick glance had given no sign of his pale-haired friend which meant he had time to make use of the stage he spied near the back. Geralt was often late to their rendezvous and was no stranger to arriving in the middle of one of Jaskier's sets. And it seemed today would be no different.
The heady scent of the room only gets stronger as Jaskier makes his way over to the bar. It's been a while since he's been around so many Alphas all at once and he can't help scoping out the crowd. Maybe after he's found Geralt there will be time for a little rendezvous of his own… He puts a little swagger into his step, letting the tightness of his pants accent the swell of what he knows is an amazing ass.
The bartender's eyes are clearly fixated on the bit of skin peeking out from beneath his undone doublet as he approaches and Jaskier can't help the brief flare of pride. It was always nice to see beauty being properly appreciated.
Stepping up to the bar and leaning forward to be heard over the din of conversation, Jaskier is cut off before he even begins to speak by the solid press of a body flush against his back and a gruff voice in his ear. "Well ain't you a pretty young thing. What's a ripe Omega like you doing in a place like this?"
Jaskier startles at the sudden presence, twisting beneath the pressure to face the Alpha. Once they are face to face, he only seems to press in closer, one arm on the bar to Jaskier's right, the other settling firmly on his hip.
It feels like a brand, hot and heavy. Holding him in place, with the bar at his back and this Alpha's firm chest right up against his front. It takes effort to shift his focus from the heat at his chest, from the hand on his side, from the Alpha's eyes as they rake over his face.
He's taller than Jaskier and the bard has to look up to meet his gaze. The motion bears his throat and Jaskier feels a prickle of anticipation, of fear as his captor grins at the sight.
"I am Jaskier the traveling bard, come to grace this wonderful establishment with my presence and entertainment." It's difficult to put the usual bravado behind the statement when he cannot seem to move his arms, cannot seem to look away, but Jaskier tries all the same.
"Oh I can think of plenty of ways for you to entertain us." There's a hint of a leer when he says it, and if it weren't for the slightly unsettling predatory gleam to his eyes, Jaskier might have considered the company he was clearly offering. As it was though, Jaskier didn't much enjoy the way this alpha was pinning him to the bar. The hand on his hip shifts, fingers sliding under the edge of his doublet, brushing fire along his skin. Jaskier feels the contradictory urge to flee and to lean in closer.
"I have some lovely new ballads I was hoping to try out. Could you point me to the owner?" His smile feels brittle, but it is all he has to hide his mounting panic as the Alpha still shows no sign of releasing him.
"Enough talk. I think it's time a real Alpha put you in your place, bred you and claimed you like the Omega whore you are." Ice rushes down his spine. Jaskier is no stranger to entitled Alphas, but this is another level he is unprepared to deal with. The hand on his side hasn't stopped moving, skating his skin then moving purposefully lower, grabbing his ass in one large hand and using it to pull him even closer. So close he can feel the burning steel of Alpha cock against his stomach.
The Alpha grins and his goal is unmistakable.
"Ah, I'm sorry there's seems to have been some sort of misunderstanding. I'm not a whore, I'm a bard." It is a weak argument at best and does nothing to stop the Alpha from grinding forward, rubbing the thick line of his dick against Jaskier. It feels massive.
Feels like it would fill him up well.
Jaskier blocks the thought from his head, refocuses on trying to come up with an escape plan
"Doesn't matter, all you Omega's are the same. Just a bitch to breed." The Alpha leans in even closer, the hand that was on the bar settling heavily in Jaskier's hair and tugging his head forward into the crook of his neck.
Jaskier tries to struggle, but there is nothing but solid planes of muscle and the tight grip in his hair, and then his face is touching warm skin and he is lost.
Everything he smells is calm. It's warm and settle and soothe. He takes a deep breath, tastes relax at the back of his throat and his body goes boneless between one moment and the next.
He noses in closer, opening his mouth to take in more of the scent, licking at the skin and tasting salt and then heat and desire.
Warmth courses through him, sparking embers of lust beyond his control. The hand on his ass squeezes and pulls and Jaskier can't help pushing into it. All the tension drains from his body and it's only the roaming Alpha hands holding him up.
There's a matching set of lips against his own neck, stubble scrapping shivers across the skin, teeth nipping at his scent gland. Jaskier whimpers, lets himself be pressed from chest to thigh against the solid body in front of him, barely registering as he is shuffled away from the bar. His whole world has narrowed to the Alpha in front of him and the sudden press of a second one behind him, a second mouth licking a blazing line of heat from throat to ear, a second set of hands settling firmly on his hips, a second cock, hard and insistent, grinding against his ass.
"Oh, you taste divine. Can't wait to see how you looked stretched around my cock." The words are growled directly into Jaskier's ear, the deep voice and soft breath shooting tingles of pleasure across his skin. He can't tell which voice it is, can't even tell if it's one of the two Alpha's he knows about or if it’s a third insinuating himself into the cluster.
More hands grab at his body, more than he can count or ever hope to keep track of. Distantly he hears the ripping of fabric, feels the rasp of calloused fingers on his nipples pulling violently. He thinks it should hurt, but it only sends bolts of electric pleasure to his hole -- his hole which is definitely leaking now, dripping and clenching down on nothing.
The hands don't stop, two more divest him of his pants then grab harshly at his ass to spread it, lifting him off the ground in the process. A thigh makes its way between his legs, finally giving him some relief for his hole as he grinds down on the rough leather. Distantly, he's aware of the trail of slick he is leaving as he rocks forward and backward, dragging his naked erection against the hard cock in front of him and then grinding back into the thigh and dick against his back. It's not enough.
A strong hand grabs his face, yanking his head back over the shoulder of the Alpha behind him, bearing his throat in clear submission; in forceful offering. A mouth takes immediate advantage, blunt teeth dragging across the exposed skin, raising a trial of fire and definitely leaving a mark. With his face finally removed from the Alpha's throat, fingers find their way into Jaskier's mouth, pressing too deep and tasting of sweat and cheap beer. Jaskier can only groan around them, eyes half lidded and blind to anything but flashes of hands and lips.
The number of hands on him has only seemed to increase, spreading his legs, holding his throat, rubbing forcefully at the flexing rosebud of his ass. The attention is dizzying, distracting; there is only the steady swelling pleasure centered in his core. Somewhere along the lines a cock was shoved into each of his hands, hard as steel and leaking. Jaskier can taste of desire of every Alpha in the room, can feel it blotting out every other sense until the only thought in his head is the desire to be filled beyond belief.
"I can't believe my luck that a ripe little Omega like you hasn't been claimed. It's a wonder no's ones pumped you full of cubs yet." The voice again. Or maybe it’s a new voice, Jaskier can't even think to remember if it’s whispering its filth into the same ear as before. He thinks the words should strike fear, or at least caution, but they only serve to remind him of the yawning emptiness inside himself. He groans in agreement and suckles harder at the fingers in his mouth, nearly gagging on them.
One of the hands on his ass presses into his hole, three fingers from the start. It's good, punches a choked off moan of pleasure out of Jaskier's chest, muffled by hands on his face and the groaning sounds of bodies all grinding and reaching for a piece of him.
"So fucking loose. Are you sure you're not a whore? You're certainly as lose as one." The words are punctuated by another finger stretching his ass wider, four fingers now pumping into his ass, squelching through the river of slick. Each thrust is forceful and deep, lifting his toes from the ground and pressing the fingers ever deeper.
It's good. The cock in his left hand releases, shooting come up his arm. Another set of fingers scoops it up and fills his mouth. "Omega slut." Jaskier swallows it all down, lips still spread around the hand holding his mouth open. It's hot. It shouldn't be so hot, but it is. Held up and spread open, more hands on him than he can count. Someone pinches a nipple as teeth sink into his shoulder and Jaskier can't help but moan. "This is what you were made for." This is what he was made for.
The fingers are removed from his ass, and the loss is staggering, but then finally he's being lifted onto a cock. Jaskier sinks onto it like a glove, full to the brim and stretched to his limits by the sheer girth of it. He's leaned forward and braced against the Alpha in front of him as the one behind draws back and thrusts forward with a staggering amount of force. Jaskier screams, clenching down on the sheer girth stretching him out, drunk on pleasure.
Another set of fingers press into his open mouth, slipping in alongside the couple already in there, wet with his own slick. Rubbing along his tongue, forcing him to taste it, swallow it, lest he choke. The sensations are overwhelming. Hands grip his ass, kneading and spreading his cheeks, more hands pluck at his nipples. Something hot and wet splashes on his side, feels like come dripping down his chest and Jaskier moans around fingers in his mouth. He feels used, feels wanted, it's intoxicating.
The thrusting into his ass doesn't relent, seems only encouraged by the mass of bodies on all sides. It rough and deep, a bruising grip on his hips and a punishing pace that would have Jaskier seeing stars if he could even open his eyes past the haze of pleasure. Every touch is electrifying, each strike to his prostate, every thrust grinding his cock against the body in front of him.
Time loses meaning beyond the rhythmic stretching of ass, nothing but waves of heat and sensation. At some point his legs are lifted off the floor, wrapped around waist in front of him which only serves grind his cock more forcefully with every thrust. Another splash of come hits Jaskier.
Then there's a knot splitting him open, stretching his hole even more, and Jaskier is coming, pressed in the middle of the throng of bodies, shooting his release onto the navel of the Alpha holding his weight. Everything is blinding white and heat and overwhelming pleasure, too much for his senses to handle, sparks traveling up and down his body from more places than he can count as he comes screaming around the fingers in his mouth.
His senses return slowly. It's all hazy and soft. The hands playing his body haven't stopped, rolling his nipples, pressing down on his tongue, groping his ass. Jaskier feels the heat of come being pumped into him. Sounds roar in his ears, taunts and cheers and lecherous come-ons that he can barely hear past the rushing of his own blood.
He's moved, placed belly first onto a table, cool sticky beer on his naked chest, a stark contrast to the heat behind him, inside him, still filling him up. Jaskier feels through the lust-drunk haze as the knot is gently worked out of his ass. And then, as moments later, another cock is being immediately forced in.
The fucking begins all over again and another Alpha spills over his back, coating him even further in come.