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I did manage to make some progress the last couple of days on Ancient Sea– the scene where a particular character is browsing through Geralt’s bookshelves and finds a promisingly worn cover and the cracked spine opens it to a suitably well-worn page containing some scene that was certainly formative to Geralt’s budding awareness of sexuality when he was an impressionable youth.
I read a bunch of this translation of Amadis of Gaul, thinking that was certainly the very model of the chivalric novel, and figured I’d try to write a bodice-ripper sex scene in that mode of storytelling and see how I did.
It turned out almost embarrassingly vanilla, which hadn’t been my original intention, but on reflection it is actually perfect that it turned out like that.
And then she did unfasten her kirtle, and letting it drop to the ground she stood before him altogether bare, and the sight of her radiant form completely arrested him. But in a moment his wits returned to him, and he turned his face away, saying Nay, my lady! I am not worthy of such treatment.
She took his hands in hers and, climbing upon the bed, pressed his wrists against the head-board, that he could not move, and such was his condition from the many wounds he had received and the exhaustion of the fighting that her delicate strength exceeded his in that moment, and he could not wrest free, and feared to try lest he injure her flawless limbs. She pressed herself to him, and he could not but yield to her, and in but a brief space after, all his thoughts of duty and self-denial had fled.
She bade him leave his hands affixed to the headboard as she had placed them, and he could not but do as she asked. With his body thus restrained only by her words, she set about bestowing upon him his reward…
[geralt, aged 12: omg NUT
yennefer, aged 98: !!! this is hilarious
jaskier, aged 42: aw that’s adorable, baby do you want me to hold your wrists and tell you you’re good? Yen don’t be mean.
geralt, aged 104: omg NUT
yennefer, aged 98: okay, okay, it’s adorable, sheesh *pets him*
geralt, aged 104, slightly quieter: omg NUT]
There’s some distinctly Less Vanilla stuff on that shelf that later Yennefer and Jaskier are going to find, [cut for Less Vanilla which is meant as a humorous thing but is going, in the final draft, to require an incredible list of warnings for Fantasy Noncon of the classic bodice-ripper Unrealistic type where everyone totally gets off on all of it but feels slightly ashamed of themselves afterward because it’s incredibly gross]
certainly including one [which for the record was surely not one of Geralt’s favorite books] where a Fair Damsel is bodice-ripped by Some Hideous Enormous Monster in extremely, ridiculously fantastically non-plausible ways, like super-gross hentai tentacle porn style by something non-human-scale at all in ways that are completely incompatible with human or any other anatomy, and they’re laughing and doing dramatic readings of it to each other (Our Dear Heroine is simultaneously being body-horrored with a phallus like larger than her actual body kind of deal and also having improbably constant orgasms, it’s that kind of porn) and Geralt’s like hmph, that’s just unrealistic (because when has he ever been able to let unrealistic depictions of monsters go by) and Yen and Jaskier turn and stare at him like… you’d know this because you’ve personally been ravished by an [enormous creature]’s monster dong, eh? and Geralt blushes bright red and is like No! No! I just mean– of course not! that’s just not how [enormous creature]s act and they’re like suuuuuuuuure tell us more about the monster dong Geralt
so then they have to roleplay it and Geralt’s like no way that’s gross and yet somehow gets talked into being the damsel getting ravished (jaskier is extremely persuasive, especially when naked, and actually, yeah, Geralt is super a monsterfucker), and I mean, Yen’s got illusion magic so it’s simultaneously convincing and clearly fantastical, and hoo boy it’s completely implausible but also super, super hot.
And afterward Geralt’s brain is fried enough by a stupefying orgasm that he actually admits all the various times he’s fucked or been fucked by monsters, which as it turns out is kind of a lot, even for a Witcher, because our dear boy is kind of, well, a monsterfucker.
[jaskier, aged 42: i thought *i* was a slut
yennefer, aged 98: you, my dear bard, are what we call an amateurgeralt, aged 104: did i say all of those things out loud????? fuck]
I did manage to make some progress the last couple of days on Ancient Sea– the scene where a particular character is browsing through Geralt’s bookshelves and finds a promisingly worn cover and the cracked spine opens it to a suitably well-worn page containing some scene that was certainly formative to Geralt’s budding awareness of sexuality when he was an impressionable youth.
I read a bunch of this translation of Amadis of Gaul, thinking that was certainly the very model of the chivalric novel, and figured I’d try to write a bodice-ripper sex scene in that mode of storytelling and see how I did.
It turned out almost embarrassingly vanilla, which hadn’t been my original intention, but on reflection it is actually perfect that it turned out like that.
And then she did unfasten her kirtle, and letting it drop to the ground she stood before him altogether bare, and the sight of her radiant form completely arrested him. But in a moment his wits returned to him, and he turned his face away, saying Nay, my lady! I am not worthy of such treatment.
She took his hands in hers and, climbing upon the bed, pressed his wrists against the head-board, that he could not move, and such was his condition from the many wounds he had received and the exhaustion of the fighting that her delicate strength exceeded his in that moment, and he could not wrest free, and feared to try lest he injure her flawless limbs. She pressed herself to him, and he could not but yield to her, and in but a brief space after, all his thoughts of duty and self-denial had fled.
She bade him leave his hands affixed to the headboard as she had placed them, and he could not but do as she asked. With his body thus restrained only by her words, she set about bestowing upon him his reward…
[geralt, aged 12: omg NUT
yennefer, aged 98: !!! this is hilarious
jaskier, aged 42: aw that’s adorable, baby do you want me to hold your wrists and tell you you’re good? Yen don’t be mean.
geralt, aged 104: omg NUT
yennefer, aged 98: okay, okay, it’s adorable, sheesh *pets him*
geralt, aged 104, slightly quieter: omg NUT]
There’s some distinctly Less Vanilla stuff on that shelf that later Yennefer and Jaskier are going to find, [cut for Less Vanilla which is meant as a humorous thing but is going, in the final draft, to require an incredible list of warnings for Fantasy Noncon of the classic bodice-ripper Unrealistic type where everyone totally gets off on all of it but feels slightly ashamed of themselves afterward because it’s incredibly gross]
certainly including one [which for the record was surely not one of Geralt’s favorite books] where a Fair Damsel is bodice-ripped by Some Hideous Enormous Monster in extremely, ridiculously fantastically non-plausible ways, like super-gross hentai tentacle porn style by something non-human-scale at all in ways that are completely incompatible with human or any other anatomy, and they’re laughing and doing dramatic readings of it to each other (Our Dear Heroine is simultaneously being body-horrored with a phallus like larger than her actual body kind of deal and also having improbably constant orgasms, it’s that kind of porn) and Geralt’s like hmph, that’s just unrealistic (because when has he ever been able to let unrealistic depictions of monsters go by) and Yen and Jaskier turn and stare at him like… you’d know this because you’ve personally been ravished by an [enormous creature]’s monster dong, eh? and Geralt blushes bright red and is like No! No! I just mean– of course not! that’s just not how [enormous creature]s act and they’re like suuuuuuuuure tell us more about the monster dong Geralt
so then they have to roleplay it and Geralt’s like no way that’s gross and yet somehow gets talked into being the damsel getting ravished (jaskier is extremely persuasive, especially when naked, and actually, yeah, Geralt is super a monsterfucker), and I mean, Yen’s got illusion magic so it’s simultaneously convincing and clearly fantastical, and hoo boy it’s completely implausible but also super, super hot.
And afterward Geralt’s brain is fried enough by a stupefying orgasm that he actually admits all the various times he’s fucked or been fucked by monsters, which as it turns out is kind of a lot, even for a Witcher, because our dear boy is kind of, well, a monsterfucker.
[jaskier, aged 42: i thought *i* was a slut
yennefer, aged 98: you, my dear bard, are what we call an amateurgeralt, aged 104: did i say all of those things out loud????? fuck]
