In the heart of a dense forest, Geralt and Jaskier find themselves alone, their usual banter replaced by a palpable tension. Jaskier, with a mischievous glint in his eye, decides to break the ice, kneeling before Geralt and unbuckling his pants. Geralt's massive cock springs free, and Jaskier wastes no time, wrapping his lips around the Witcher's shaft, deepthroating him with expert ease. Geralt, caught off guard, lets out a low moan, his hips bucking slightly. Jaskier then spins around, presenting his ass to Geralt, who understands the silent plea. He spits on Jaskier's hole, rubbing the saliva in with his thumb before pressing his cock against the tight ring of muscle. With a slow, steady push, Geralt enters Jaskier, filling him completely. The sounds of their bodies slapping together fill the woods as Geralt pounds Jaskier's ass, their grunts and moans echoing around them.