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Next winter you say....oh hoho!

Indeed! He's going to get to have a lot of fun with the other wolves... And some special guests 😉

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Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Additional Tags: Body Modification, Consensual, Consensual Kink, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Strap-Ons, Geralt gets a vagina, and loves it, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Rituals Summary:

When Geralt gets curious, Yennefer uses her magic to indulge him. Neither of them expected quite how much fun they would have with his new anatomy.

The fire had burned down to softly glowing embers, filling the room with a soft glow. Yennefer lay draped over Geralt’s chest. They breathed together as the sweat cooled on their bodies. Geralt rumbled in quiet pleasure. Yennefer yawned and snuggled deeper under his chin.

‘I didn’t think it was possible for someone to come that many times in a row,’ Geralt murmured, running a warm hand up and down her back.

Yennefer chuckled. ‘It’s difficult not to when you’re being fucked by a cock as nice as yours,’ she said.

Geralt hummed and lay still for a long while.

‘How does it feel?’ he asked eventually.

‘How does what feel?’ Yennefer asked, sounding like she had been asleep, or as near as made no difference.

‘Getting fucked,’ Geralt clarified.

‘I can show you sometime, if you want,’ Yennefer mumbled, then began to snore.

It took Geralt a long time to get to sleep after that. The words bounced around his brain. They were still there in the morning, taunting him by popping up at the most inopportune times. The thing was, Yennefer had fucked him many times before. She had a variety of cocks, some more realistic than others and they had made enthusiastic use of them. Somehow, Yenn had made this offer sound different.

It all came to a head when they sat down for their evening meal.

‘What did you mean, last night?’ Geralt asked, ‘When you said you could show me sometime.’

Yenn’s smirk was truly beautiful, if a little bit ominous.

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The ritual ink was cool on Geralt’s skin and he had to resist the urge to scratch it. Yennefer stood outside the circle and began her chant. The Elder words meant nothing to Geralt, but he could feel the rising Chaos taking effect on his body. Unlike the mutations, it didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel entirely pleasant either. He breathed through it and then all of a sudden it was over. He stood very still, not wanting to break Yenn’s concentration in case she was still working. He took inventory of his body. Nothing hurt. The space between his legs felt... different somehow. It wasn’t like he was ever particularly aware of his dick, but the absence of it screamed in his senses. He pressed his thighs together and nearly moaned at the sensation. His newly created clit was sensitive as hell.

‘Feel good?’ Yennefer asked, looking up and smirking.

‘Yeah,’ he moaned, ‘feels so good.’

‘Want to take your new cunt for a spin?’ Yennefer’s smirk was downright filthy. Geralt couldn’t help but moan again.

He would never be quite sure how they got to the bed. Every step rubbed the fabric of his braies against his clit and shot little sparks of pleasure up his spine. There could have been portals involved for all he cared, but the next thing he knew, he was flat on his back in Yenn’s huge bed, moaning into her mouth as she kissed him and raked her fingers down his chest.

‘So, darling,’ she purred, ‘would you like to find out how it feels to get eaten out?’

Geralt’s whine was embarrassingly high and thready, but Yennefer kindly took it for the assent it was and helped him scramble out of his braies. The cool air hitting his bare cunt felt amazing and highlighted just how wet he was already. He felt dizzy with it, warm and wet and <em>aching</em> to be filled. He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t muster the words. Instead, he reached out and flailed around until he could grasp Yenn’s hand and pull it to his temple. He felt her slip inside the edges of his mind, hovering there with a vaguely questioning air.

<em>’Is it always like this?’</em> he thought at her.

She laughed. ‘Not quite. It’s all new to you. Your body is used to processing arousal differently, so it’s a little overwhelming for you at the moment. It will get easier, especially if we get you off a few times.’

She removed her fingers from his temple and slid down the bed. He spread his legs at her urging and felt her settle between them. Her warm breath ghosted over his centre and he quivered with a sudden onslaught of need. The first touch of her tongue to his folds set him keening in startled pleasure, his hands fisting in the sheets below him so that he wouldn’t grab at her hair. He needed more. Thankfully, she seemed to sense his desire and pushed the flat of her tongue against him, letting him rock into her. One of her dainty hands pressed down on his hip, not enough to hold him in place but enough to make him want to stay. He stilled, belly quivering as she enfolded his clit with her lips and swirled her tongue around. His thighs clenched and he howled at the feeling. She repeated the motion, driving his need higher and higher. He could feel something building at the base of his spine, desire pooling through his hips and into his achingly empty cunt. She sucked harder and flicked her tongue just so and the feeling cracked apart, shivering through him and causing him to wail out. He could have been shouting words, but he wasn’t sure. Everything was subsumed by the rush of blinding pleasure. He could feel his cunt spasming on nothing and wished he had something to clench down on. The feeling spread out through him, fading slowly and leaving him twitchy with fizzing aftershocks and Yenn gentled her mouth. Eventually, she pulled away entirely and let him pant through the last of the feeling. Yet, even after he’d returned to something approaching a baseline, he was still desperate for something more.

‘Was that everything you hoped for?’ Yenn asked, licking her lips with a smug little grin.

‘Yenn, Yenn, please, I need you to fuck me,’ he gasped.

Her smirk grew wider and darkly predatory. She slid from the bed and made her way to the small chest by the wall. Geralt whined, knowing exactly what the chest held.

‘I’m not going to start too big,’ she told him, perusing her selection. ‘I know you want it, but the stretch will be more intense than you’re anticipating. I don’t want to hurt you.’

Geralt nodded, frankly uncaring as long as she fucked him with <em>something</em> as soon as humanly possible.

It was both far too long and hardly any time at all before Yennefer was crossing back to his side, a slim wooden prick in her hand. It was one of the pretty ones that curved, with two ends, one for her and one for him. She let him see it as she teased one end between her legs, letting her slick drip down over it until it glistened and slid in easily when she pressed. Once it was fully seated she whispered a handful of words and Geralt’s medallion leapt on his chest as her violet magic sank into the wood. This time, when she stroked her hand down the external end of the prick, he could see her shiver at the sensation.

He felt himself grow wetter as she prowled towards him. When she settled between his legs, he reached for her, stroking a hand down her side. The position was a familiar one from all the times Yennefer had used her collection of wondrous pricks to fuck him silly before, but there was something different about knowing that she was soon going to be slipping into his warm, wet cunt. The reversal felt somehow illicit and all the more thrilling for it.

Yennefer brushed her fingers up the inside of his thighs before she lined the slim head of her prick up with his entrance. He felt himself spreading around it, the stretch odd, but not unwelcome. It almost, but not quite, burned and he whined at the edge of <em>too much</em> that he was feeling. 

‘Ready?’ Yenn asked, catching his eyes.

He was too overwhelmed to speak, and just nodded at her, but she was used to that and took him at his word, pushing in slowly and steadily. Geralt threw his head back and howled as he was split open. He had just enough of his faculties left to be thankful that she had chosen one of her smallest pricks, because even with that, the stretch was intense. He felt it as she bottomed out in him, their hips pressed flush together. Her breasts heaved as she struggled to stay still and let him adjust. It took a moment, but he finally felt like he wasn’t going to fly apart immediately. He twitched his hips and moaned at the sensations sparking through his nerves.

‘Move,’ he groaned.

Yennefer raised one eyebrow at his demanding tone, but started twisting her hips in a sensuous wave, thrusting in slowly and steadily. The head of the wooden prick pressed against a spot just inside him that felt wonderful. He couldn’t help but match her rhythm, caught between rocking her into that spot and taking her as deep as he could to feel the stretch. He could feel that same pressure building, but it plateaued before it could break. No matter how he moved or how hard Yennefer thrust, he was caught. He whimpered.

Yennefer laughed, not unkindly. ‘A lot of people need a little helping hand when they’re getting fucked,’ she explained and reached down to fondle his clit with one hand. Her long, dextrous fingers wrapped around it, gently tugging and pressing. The pressure was suddenly building again, much faster now. 

When Yennefer bent over and kissed him, all teeth and delicious possession, Geralt lost himself in a wave of pleasure. His whole body tensed and shook and he ground down on the hardness inside him, chasing the shocks of pleasure it provided. He was vaguely aware of the noise he was making, but he didn’t, <em>couldn’t</em> care when his whole body was lit up with such incandescent sensation. 

Eventually, he relaxed and began to come down from the intensity. Yennefer pulled out of him just before it became too much and let him pant quietly for a moment. 

‘D’you want?’ he asked, waggling a hand vaguely towards her.

She laughed, ‘I came while you were busy, but thanks for checking.’

Geralt hummed and drifted for a while longer. He listened to the sounds of Yennefer cleaning off the wooden prick and returning it to its place in the chest. He heard her splash some water into the bowl and wet a cloth, then run it between her legs. He flinched a little as she came and did the same to him, cleaning up his slick and sweat and also causing twinging aftershocks to light up his clit. She threw the cloth aside and then climbed into bed to wrap around him, stealing his heat as she always did.

‘Was that everything you wished for?’ she asked, quietly.

‘How long will it last?; Geralt asked.

‘I tied the spell to your own innate Chaos, so theoretically, as long as you want.’

‘Hmm,’ Geralt hummed, happy and sated, ‘Think I might keep it a while. Maybe until after winter.’

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So I had a thot last night and I can't stop thinking about it: Bestiality + Small cock humiliation. After being made fun of for his small prick one too many times Jaskier decides to fuck animals instead so he doesn't have to deal with being made fun of, or worry about constantly slipping out of his partner due to his size. Geralt comes back from a contract early one night to find Jaskier on the floor with the inn owners dog, fucking her from behind

Anon, I'm sorry, but I've been sitting on this one for a while and I still don't have anything solid I feel I can write about it. I'm going to send it out into the world in case any of my followers feel like taking a crack at it. Thanks for submitting and sorry I couldn't help! <3

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here, have a thing i havent been able to stop thinking about: Jaskier insulting the wrong mage and getting cursed with little lactating tits 🥺 and needing geralts help cuz they hurt *screams and bangs fist on table*

Hnnnnnng, yes pls! This is a delightful little thought anon. Thank you for sharing!

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Your absolutely list has me melting over here, so many good things... How about some prostate milking? Lambert comes home all pent up and Geralt or Eskel (or both) take care of him?

Ooh nice one anon! I definitely have some nice thots about this.

Lambert can’t unwind enough to fuck while he’s on the Path and he hasn’t had the coin for a brothel in months, so he’s horny and desperate when he comes home for the Winter.

It’s Geralt that meets him at the gate. He takes one whiff of the irritation rolling off the littlest wolf and knows exactly what he needs.

He takes Lambert down to the hot springs and helps him to wash off the dust of travel, then they go to Geralt’s big, soft bed.

Geralt takes his time working Lambert open. He has some idea of how long it’s been after all.

The first touch to his prostate makes Lambert whine and dribble a string of precum down Geralt’s thigh.

Geralt gentles him through it with a heavy hand on the back of his neck.

He’s so tired he can’t even get hard. A combination of poor sleep on the Path, a difficult trek up the Killer and the late hour drags at him. He needs the release more than he needs the sleep though so he just relaxes into it and lets Geralt play his body like a fiddle.

Geralt’s strokes get firmer and more purposeful until Lambert is whimpering and whining and his cock is drooling near constantly.

A particularly long, firm press has him spilling with a sharp cry and a wash of pleasure. Geralt rubs him through it, pushing spurt after spurt of thick white cum out of him. He feels like it lasts forever and by the time he’s done Geralt’s leg and the cloth below him are dripping.

Geralt’s barely removed his fingers and wiped Lambert down when he’s drifting into the soundest sleep he’s had in months. The last thing he hears is Geralt whispering, ‘Sleep well, little wolf,’ into his hair.

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Aiden asks lambert to axii him to unawareness and pick different permanent body modifications for each year they've been together. Lambert starts small with piercings and tattoos, but for their tenth year Aiden gets permanent lactating little tits and is beyond thrilled. (And maybe lambert starts planning permanent full feminization for his sweet kitten's retirement)

It started in Vizima, when they went to a brothel together. Just as a friendly thing, of course! Aiden had seen one of the dancers with her prettily decorated tits and he’d almost come on the spot. Lambert, of course, had scented the sudden arousal and put together what had caught his attention with no difficulty. When they left, he had a couple of extra items tucked away in his pocket.

Aiden waited a week to bring it up; until they were in the middle of nowhere with nothing bigger than a squirrel within a mile. He stammered and blushed through the conversation, but the upshot was the knowledge that not only did Lambert know how to pierce a Witcher in a way that would last, but that he’d be perfectly happy to do it for Aiden. They agreed to wait until after dinner.

‘Are you sure?’ Lambert checked.

Aiden just nodded.

‘Lean back,’ Lambert instructed.

They’d created a padded support out of a fallen log and their bedrolls that allowed Lambert to keep Aiden at a good angle and to see what he was doing in the summer sunlight. He left Aiden reclined there while he heated the needle with a small sharp blast of igni, a trick he’d learned from Eskel. Realistically, there was little danger of infection, given Witcher physiology, but it never hurt to be safe.

The needle slid through Aiden’s flesh with barely any resistance. Lambert focused on pushing it through in a straight line, then on threading the bar through after he removed it. He honestly paid very little attention to Aiden’s reaction, until a moan caught him by surprise. With the bar fastened in place, he looked down, to see Aiden with his head tipped back and a look of slack pleasure in place. Sniffing the air, Lambert realised that Aidne was so turned on he had to be almost on the edge of spilling. The responsible, friendly thing to do would be to back off and ignore it until it went away. Instead, Lambert followed his impulse and bent down to pierce the other nipple. At the first press of the needle through skin, Aiden jolted, almost hard enough to throw Lambert off and dislodge the needle. There was no disguising the scent of his spend either. Lambert licked his lips and withdrew the needle, prompting a thready moan and a further twitch from his friend. As soon as the bar was tightened, Aiden looked up at Lambert with blown pupils.

‘Lamb, let me suck you off? Please?’ he moaned.

Lambert wasn’t going to say no to that sort of offer, of course.

It became a habit after that. Both the sex and the piercings. They realised that the first one had occurred a year to the day after they’d met, or near enough as made no difference. At that point, it made sense to make it a tradition. The next year, Lambert pierced Aiden’s earlobes and they fucked hard and fast afterwards. The year after that, it was his bellybutton.

On the fourth summer, something changed.

‘What do you want this year?’ Lambert asked as they approached Vizima, their traditional last stop for supplies.

Instead of answering, Aiden blushed and stared at his feet.

‘I want you to choose for me,’ he admitted after some cajoling from Lambert. ‘I don’t want to know what it is until afterwards.’

Lambert frowned. ‘You’ll know what it is as soon as I start,’ he pointed out.

‘Not if you use axii.’

When they reached their, now habitual, clearing, Lambert set everything up, just the way he liked it. With one last check in, he ordered Aiden to strip, then cast the sign. He shivered at the feeling of control and blankness washed through Aiden’s features. He was cut off from awareness, but he could still feel the sensations that Lambert would cause. It had taken an amount of experimentation to work out exactly how strong he needed to make the sign to achieve the result, but they’d had fun with the practice.

The reality was somehow even better than the idea. Lambert had decided on something reasonably simple for the first time and pierced a row of three studs round the outer shell of each of Aiden’s ears. Aiden moaned and shuddered through each one, still glassy eyed and vacant. He came with the third needle press and again at the touch of Lambert’s hand after the last one. When Lambert lifted the sign, he doubled over and screamed.

‘Was that good?’ Lambert asked, gently petting through his hair.

‘Good?’ Aiden laughed, ‘That was one of the best things I’ve ever felt. I want to do it again. Do you have a mirror? I want to see what you chose.’

The celebratory sex was some of the best they’d ever had.

From there, they got even more ambitious. For their fifth anniversary, Lambert pierced a bar through the sensitive head of Aiden’s cock and then blew him until he screamed. Lambert then spent the Winter practising a new skill and the next year, he tattooed a wolf’s head over Aiden’s heart. That was the first time Aiden told Lambert he loved him. From there, he was given a Kaedweni love knot on his bicep, a sleeping kitten on his hip and an intricate lace pattern on his inner thigh.

Lambert was struggling to come up with something appropriately special for their tenth anniversary when Aiden solved the problem for him.

‘It’s a little… different,’ he said, blushing red.

The blush intrigued Lambert, who’d thought they were long past any embarrassment over their desires.

‘You know how I sometimes like to be your pretty little kitty?’ Aiden asked.

Lambert nodded, agreeing. He did indeed know that.

‘Sometimes, I’d quite like to be your pretty girl instead.’

Lambert couldn’t quite hold back the moan that escaped at that.

‘I’d like something that would make me look like your pretty girl,’ Aiden requested, ducking his head. ‘There are potions you can get…’

‘Where?’ Lambert asked, voice low and raspy in his chest. It sounded foreign even to his own ears.

‘Novigrad,’ Aiden replied.

When he came out of the axii that year, he cupped the now visible swells of his tits and moaned at the brush of fingers over his more prominent nipples. Lambert waited, breath caught in his throat as Aiden pinched and pulled and then whimpered when milk beaded up. Lambert licked his lip.

‘Good girl,’ he murmured, leaning forward to capture a taste.

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Ohhh. running off that "aiden buys sex!Slave Ciri" What if she WAS a virgin... and the other wolves are VERY nearby looking for her.. Exam, teaching about sex, gangbang... wreck the Ciri... PLEASE???

Doublet, I love this idea and I love you. It’s going to have to be a short bullet fic though because otherwise it will run away and become a 10k plus monster. Some of what you’re looking for might be explored in part 2 of the main fic though ;) Sex slave Ciri fic can be found here on tumblr and here on ao3.

So it starts the same way, with Ciri being auctioned and Aiden buying her, except this time her confidence is feigned.

Aiden can’t get out of examining her in public, not without blowing his cover and she’s so beautiful.

He can tell no one has ever touched her before. She’s so sensitive she comes from a little fondling and a sharp pinch to her nipple. He hasn’t even gone near her clit or her cunt yet.

There’s a disturbance on the edge of the slave pens, but he ignores it and bends her over to ‘test her tight little cunt’. It is tight too. Tight and oh so wet. He sinks his fingers in and she yelps, clenching around them. The barest brush of his thumb on her clit has her gushing slick again, screaming her orgasm.

That’s when the Wolves invade. They cut down the slavers and surround Aiden and Ciri. Aiden thinks this is it, this is the end, but they look approving.

‘Good, you’ve found our girl,’ Lambert says, gaze hot. They take the pair of them to a nearby house where they’re holed up.

Ciri is still dripping wet and whimpering as Aiden carries her. She’s so needy. They lay her out on a bed and try to leave but she begs.

None of them can resist her. Aiden has had the first two orgasms, and Geralt’s her father (of surprise but that’s a minor detail) so he gets to be the first cock she’s ever taken. He teaches her how to lick and suck until he’s good and wet and then he sinks into her, ever so slowly. She wails her pleasure and comes immediately. Geralt doesn’t stop though, just fucks her through it until she’s coming again and taking him with her.

Lambert’s next and he takes her hard and fast over the edge of the bed, slamming into her and palming her tits until she gushes down her thighs. He talks the whole time, telling her what a good, desperate slut she is, taking all their cocks so well.

Eskel lays her out on her stomach and uses his legs to press her thighs together. He groans at the way it tightens her hot cunt around him and grinds in slow and deep. She comes three times before he reaches his first peak and he takes his time, letting her cunt milk him before he pulls out.

Aiden goes last and he lets her ride him. She’s so fucked out she can hardly hold herself up. Geralt has to steady her as she climbs on, but Aiden’s done enough work already. He’s in the perfect position to reach out and fondle her clit until she comes in his lap. He doesn’t stop though, pushing her through the sensitivity and straight into another, and another. She’s sobbing now, desperate and full. Her thighs are soaked with her slick and streaked with their spend. Aiden eventually adds his own seed to the mess as she sobs through yet another orgasm.

‘Good girl,’ Geralt growls. ‘You’ll make a good little wolf slut yet. Now, let’s put that pretty mouth of yours to work.

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What would you say to Geralt and Jaskier omorashi/watersports? Like, idk either Jaskier being into it or Geralt using axii to make him into it? Maybe even Geralt urinating while fucking him for "the extra lubrication" or smth

Mmm, anon, I like where your brain has gone with this. Have a small collection of thots.

Jaskier dancing in place, unable to leave the table until the conversation is done. His leg jiggles. Geralt can tell he needs to go, but he can also smell the tang of arousal.

Next time they’re in private and Jaskier gets up to relieve himself, Geralt crowds him against the wall and pins him there as Jaskier writhes and begs. He can’t break free, of course, but he doesn’t really want to and his cock stiffens as he finally can’t hold on and pisses in hot streams down his legs.

Or maybe it’s Geralt’s thing. He suggests it and Jaskier just isn’t interested. Geralt snaps and casts axii.

The next day they’re on the road and walking along. It’s warm so Geralt makes sure Jaskier is hydrated. It’s not long after midday when he stops in the middle of the road and looks down at the spreading wet patch on the front of his breeches in dismay. His face is red and he looks like he could cry. ‘I didn’t think I needed to go,’ he says. Geralt bites back his dark grin.

It keeps happening. Jaskier no longer feels the urge to go, can’t tell when his bladder is full. He takes every opportunity to relieve himself, just in case, but sometimes accidents happen. Geralt’s favourite is when it happens mid performance. Jaskier’s humiliation is palpable as he stands in front of a crowd, soaking himself as they jeer. The sight of his horrified face fills Geralt’s memory as he lies in his bedroll and touches himself later.

Maybe the axii has the unintended side-effect of making Jaskier like it. He can never tell when he needs to go, but he starts to play with it. Starts missing opportunities to go when he could. He’s wetting more often now and he can’t help but notice Geralt’s reaction. Their sex life has never been boring, but it’s also never been better than the first time Geralt thrusts in and Jaskier spills his piss across the bed. Geralt hardly lasts a handful of thrusts before he’s pulsing hot streams of cum into Jaskier’s ass. He doesn’t even bother trying to hold himself back after that.

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I come bearing thoughts of Lambden exhibitionism.

Lambert brings Aiden home to Kaer Morhen to meet the family, and Aiden learns that the Wolves, much like the Cats, have no sense of shame or privacy (at least not at home) and are quite happy to get off with the others still in the room. Lambert loves being watched, in fact. Loves that the others can see how well he's being treated.

(And if the others love watching Lambert get reduced to a babbling mess on Aiden's cock, well, they just like knowing their baby wolf is getting what he needs)

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Anon, I love you. This is right up my street.

It starts in the hot springs with Geralt relaxing back in the water and settling in for a lazy wank. Aiden sees that no one else is moving, so he stays too.

He brings it up to Lambert that night. Once he’s ascertained that it’s perfectly normal and expected, he asks how far it goes. He’s delighted to hear that anything and everything is on the table. Lambert swallows hard at the look on his face.

The next evening, they’re relaxing after dinner when Aiden pulls Lambert into his lap and sticks a hand down his smalls. Lambert comes fast and hard under the burning gazes of his brothers.

It just escalates from there. Next, it’s Aiden pushing Lambert down to kneel at his feet and feeding him his cock. He comes while making eye contact with Eskel. Lambert licks him clean but doesn’t get up without permission.

Aiden takes to whispering in his ear while they fuck. ‘Do you want them to see you like this darling? Want them to watch as you fall apart on my dick? Do you want your brothers to see how much of a slut you are for me?’ Lambert spills with a humiliated whine.

Of course, the answer is yes.

It happens in the library. Aiden sprawls out across an armchair, fully dressed but for his cock hanging out. He makes Lambert strip for them. He bends him over his knee and fingers him open as Eskel and Geralt arrange themselves in the best positions to see. Lambert groans as Aiden thrusts up into him.

He doesn’t last long. Neither do any of the others. It’s a good thing they’re all Witchers with all the recovery time that implies.

‘Next time,’ Aiden says, ‘You’re going to suck them off before I let you come.’

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Oho 👀 Hello! How about CNC + sexual slavery + medical examination? Jas being brought into the keep as a sex slave, obviously Eskel has to inspect the merchandise

Hnnng yes please!

In a world where the pogroms never happened and Witchers are to be appeased rather than murdered, each graduating class is presented with their own sex slave as a congratulatory gift.

What started as a fate worse than death has become a sought after position as word got back about the generosity of Witcher lovers (both in their treatment of their ‘slaves’ and in their endowments).

Jaskier wants in on this so he gets himself sent to the keep and is given to Eskel’s graduating class.

Eskel won the right to have him first.

Jaskier is standing naked and a little scared despite himself the first time he meets Eskel. He’s been shown to the slave receiving room and stripped and then left to himself. He nearly squeaks when the door opens to reveal a tall, well built Witcher with tousled dark hair.

Eskel doesn’t speak, just prowls towards him like a wild hunting cat.

He tips Jaskier’s chin back and stares into his eyes. One thumb lifts his top lip to reveal his teeth. Eskel just nods.

He sweeps his hands down Jaskier’s body, tests his range of motion. It’s impersonal and nearly clinical but still Jaskier burns at the touch.

When Eskel reaches his cock and lifts it to inspect, rolling back the foreskin to peer at the head and giving it a sharp stroke to test the reaction, Jaskier whimpers and nearly spills. Eskel’s raised eyebrow makes shame course through him, but it doesn’t stop him making a mess of the floor as soon as Eskel breeches him with a fingertips, testing the stretch.

Only once he’s stopped gasping for air after the powerful orgasm does Eskel speak. ‘Hmm,’ he says, ‘You’ll do.’ Jaskier sobs, pathetically grateful to be found good enough.

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Hello so It's something I love thinking about, but sadly there are no fics for it:

Royal Jaskier with his plaything / pet Geralt. He has Geralt sit next to his throne or on his lap and sometimes he let's noblemen or knights fuck him. Geralt absolutely loves getting used and is more than happy to follow Jaskiers every command

Oooh anon, I love this. Have some of my initial thoughts.

It’s a sign of status for a royal to have a pet Witcher.

Geralt is never dressed, of course. He wears a beautiful and utterly unbreakable silver collar and he’s draped in silver jewellery. He is sometimes allowed a pair of soft hide slippers for moving around the palace, but otherwise he’s naked.

His sole job is to stand a pace behind Prince Jaskier or to kneel at his feet and follow his every command.

He’s treated very much like a favoured hound. Jaskier often hand feeds him morsels from the royal table and pets over his head while he’s thinking.

Of course, that’s not his only function. Jaskier often orders him to suck him off when he’s pent up or bored. Sometimes he fucks him over his father’s war table. It’s a show of force to be so in control of a Witcher as to fuck him in public with nary a peep of protest.

What the court doesn’t know is that Geralt is a horny slut who loves getting fucked for everyone to watch.

His favourite days are the tournament days. His ass is the prize for the winning knight. Often the runners up are allowed his mouth. He kneels next to his master, mouth open and the knights come to him, spend down his throat and move on. He feels like part of the furniture and it’s delicious. Those are the days where he’s allowed to come at the end. If he’s been particularly good, sometimes Jaskier will use his own hand to bring Geralt off.

When he takes the throne, Jaskier orders Geralt to sit in it, then lounges across his lap, scandalising half the court and becoming the burning envy of the other half.

He’s happy enough to sit there and make Geralt fondle him. He’s a good ruler, but he’s remembered for his pet Witcher and his intense hedonism.

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Hnnng Vagary this is wonderful! I love it, thank you!

Hello and welcome to our little dead dove community! It's lovely to see you and I love your prompt list. How about some Lambert getting off on being choked during sex, maybe by Eskel or Letho? Someone much bigger than him for that little edge of threat? Hope this sparks joy for you!

Hey, thanks!

Pairing: Lambert/Letho Content Warnings: choking; under-negotiated kink Word Count: 1.1k

When Lambert first set eyes on Letho every warped synapse in his brain lit on fire. There was so fucking much of him; the plateau of his shoulders, the barrelled chest, the meaty thighs and ass you could rest a decanter of Gull on. But it was the hands from which Lambert couldn't tear his gaze. Thick, powerful, but effortlessly nimble. They turned a dagger or a coin through them with mere flickers of movement, and yet Lambert was pretty sure that Letho could crush his skull in one fist.

It was for this reason that they ended up naked before each other in a hayloft, their bedrolls and cloaks spread across the rough planks to save their asses from splinters. Letho stood half in shadow, the curves of his left side highlighted in a silver glow by the moon peeking through the roof slats. Lambert felt his mouth water as his eyes dropped to Letho's thighs, prick leaping to attention despite the brisk autumnal air.

"An eager wolf," Letho drawled in his usual ponderous tone.

Lambert growled right back. "Get to it before I change my mind." He didn't like to be kept waiting and he definitely didn't like the condescending lilt to Letho's smirk as he inched from the shadows with all the grace of his serpentine namesake. His footfalls were silent even on the creaking planks of the loft, despite the sheer magnitude of his size. Lambert felt hunted. Pursued. He backtracked, his heel caught on the lip of his bedroll and then he was on his back. His fight or flight instinct floundered to life as a predator approached, and he rode the high.

Letho didn't rush. He didn't make a single sound other than a brief exhale through his nose as Lambert scowled at him. Those huge legs flexed as Letho descended over Lambert's hips, rolling his own so that the wet tip of Lambert's cock teased over his heavy balls, down his taint to notch against his hole. Lambert tried to stay still, but the satin skin of Letho's tenderest areas made him groan. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

"No pretty words for me? Not gonna tell me how pretty I am before we fuck." Letho leaned forward and suddenly Lambert was caged in by those gargantuan arms, strong hands placed either side of his shoulders as Letho hovered.

"Yeah, we're both pretty as a picture. Belong on a wall at Oxenfurt." In a baron's hunting lodge maybe, once the local council had paid the balance on Letho's head. The viper smirked. It was all teeth, sharp canines and glinting eyes. Lambert's breath stuck in his chest. A breath of silence past in the space between heartbeats. And then Letho was sinking down.

Lambert threw his head back into the cushion of his saddlebag. Fuck. He had never been so worried about snapping his dick off in someone's body. Letho was one huge muscle and it was currently squeezing around his cock like a vice. Lambert had never been so excited in his life. His hips bucked up, pressing through the clench of Letho's ass, and he was rewarded with a soft grunt of surprise. "Like that, viper?" wheezed Lambert.

"Hmm." Letho sat back, his eyes closed, and pulled his thighs together. Lambert was pinned. He might as well be a glorified fucking dildo for all the scope he had to contribute. Letho rode him lazily at first, finding the angle that pleased him and slapping Lambert's hand away when he reached for the sizable prick sitting on his stomach. "Wolves. Always interfering in my business."

"I'd say I'm well up in your busi--hnng!"

It was unfair for a man to have so much fine control over his ass and Lambert's eyes rolled back as Letho punished his insolence with a tight clench. Lambert was trapped. Bracketed by huge thighs and, when Letho leaned forward to find a better angle, smothered by that thick chest. Lambert wanted more. Craved that final loss of control. He wasn't quite at the brink of danger. Lambert got off on walking that edge; of knowing he was dangling himself over the jaws of death and ruin.

He reached for one of those huge hands and guided it to his throat. Letho paused, scarred head cocked to the side in question. "Not all the way," Lambert gasped. "Enough to feel it."

Letho's fingers tightened in understanding and Lambert choked out a groan through constricted airways. His surrender was absolute. He gripped onto Letho's wrist, nails pressing into the back. Letho rode faster, grunting and growling as Lambert's cock filled him, thrusting over his prostate when he canted his hips perfectly. His ample tits bounced, disturbingly huge cock arched over his stomach and dripping pre onto Lambert's below.

Lambert's vision edged in grey as his mind swam in hazy euphoria. His moans dissolved into keening cries, mouth hanging open, Letho's fingers tightening until Lambert's face reddened and then releasing him to gasp in heaving lungfuls. The message was clear: you're mine. I control whether you breathe, whether you cum. It was dizzying. Lambert's body sang with the euphoria of it; the rush of adrenalin and endorphins that flooded his bloodstream.

Letho's body grew tighter and then clenched in a stuttering ripple. Hot strips splashed over Lambert's stomach and chest, and then he was coming too. His vision whited out, nails drawing blood from Letho's skin as those thick fingers squeezed hard beneath his jaw. Yeah, yeah… Lambert's entire body throbbed, cock twitching inside Letho's spasming channel, spending a huge load that never seemed to fucking end.

When Letho's hand fell away Lambert stayed on his back, panting. Letho stood on shaking legs, muscles quivering. "Not bad, wolf."

"Not bad yourself," Lambert grunted, head flopping to the side. He could see the glisten of his come dripping from that ample backside and the sight made his cock give a valiant twitch. "Hang around and I might be game for round two."

"Hmm." Letho appeared to be examining something in the sky as he considered the offer. Huge shoulders rolled, and he turned back. "This time, you're doing the work."

Lambert smirked and rolled up to his knees, mouth open and waiting. Come choke me with that dick, big man.

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I see ur a new witcher dead dove blog 👀 Heres a prompt!!! Jaskier/Dandelion (whichever you prefer) gets cursed with milky pecs and Geralt just goes w i l d. Consensually or not, whichever you want

‘Geralt…’

Jaskier’s voice was high and tight with panic. Geralt swung around from the shelf he was examining, sword already in his hand. He frowned when he found no attackers in the small cottage with them. It was just Jaskier, looking down at a small crystal and clutching his chest like he thought he was a swooning maiden in one of those stupid romances he liked so much.

‘What’s wrong?’ he barked

‘Well, you see, the thing is…’ Jaskier trailed off, a light dusting of red highlighting his cheekbones and making Geralt want to kiss him worse than ever.

‘Spit it out. I don’t want to be here when the witch returns,’ he growled.

‘I appear to have been cursed,’ Jaskier admitted.

‘What do you mean, cursed?’

‘Just what I said! I have been subjected to some sort of unwanted magical effect.’

Geralt wanted to swear and rage and maybe throw some things. Worst case scenario vision danced in his head. Jaskier, dying in his arms. Jaskier, permanently changed. Jaskier…

‘I’m not sure it’s dangerous. But it does feel rather odd,’ Jaskier said, unbuttoning his doublet.

Geralt blinked at him. There was an odd scent on the air. It was a little sweet and he felt like he should recognise it, but he couldn’t place it except to say that it felt incredibly out of place. He watched as Jaskier stripped off his doublet and then his undershirt. His hairy chest was revealed to the cool air in the hut and his nipples pebbled at the temperature. Something looked a little different about him. Geralt wasn’t sure what though.

Jaskier raised a hand to his chest and pressed against one pectoral muscle. The flesh had more give to it than normal. As Geralt watched, a drop of white welled up around the nipple and rolled down to meet Jaskier’s fingers. He didn’t think. One moment he was standing, sword raised protectively and the next he was beside Jaskier, sword discarded on the floor. He reached out and cupped Jaskier’s tits, one in each hand. They were warm and heavy and felt much fuller than he thought they should.

‘Umm… Geralt?’ Jaskier sputtered, sounding shocked, but smelling of sudden, unexpected arousal, shot through with the delicious smell of his milk.

Geralt stared up at him, eyes blown wide. ‘Please,’ he rasped out.

Jaskier swept a strand of hair back from his face. ‘Of course, dear heart. Whatever you need.’

Geralt wasted no time, dipping his head down and taking one of Jaskier’s plump nipples into his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue, revelling in the moan he pulled forth. Then, he set to work, firming up his mouth and sucking. Milk burst across his tongue, sweet and warm and perfect. He groaned and swallowed it, sucking another mouthful forth as he did. Nothing else mattered in that moment. He bent all of his considerable attention to drinking from Jaskier’s chest, drawing out every last drop of that perfect milk. It flooded his mouth, driving him wild. His hand came up to knead gently at the swollen flesh of his other tit, just waiting for Geralt’s mouth. Jaskier moaned at the sensations and Geralt revelled in it. Finally, the bard was his.

When he drew back to move to the other breast, Jaskier stopped him with a hand on his chin. Geralt wanted to protest, wanted to whine and whimper and beg, but then Jaskier leaned down and kissed him, deep and hot and wild and Geralt melted.

‘Fuck, Geralt, do you have any idea what you do to me?’ Jaskier murmured, pressing his head back to his nipple. ‘Making me feel so good. That’s it, you just latch on and drink.’

Geralt needed no further urging to do just that. As he lost himself in the haze of pleasure, he thought that this was one curse they wouldn’t be hurrying to undo.

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Hnng, I'm not sure that's a... specific kink or anything, but unexpected penetration after fisting or oviposition... 🥵 the top asking if he's allowed, it won't take long, he just wants to know if that hole feels as soft and loose as it looks. Double bonus for the bottom falling asleep, waking up later to find the top still enjoying their sloppy hole

‘Look at you,’ Letho whispered, trailing one finger around the rim of Gaetan’s gaping hole. ‘You’re spread so wide open for me.’

Gaetan whimpered and rolled his hips against the bed. A pile of large eggs made of carved rock sat off to the side. They’d spent the last several hours working them in and out of Gaetan until he was a fucked out mess, dripping with come and lubricant.

‘I want to fuck you,’ Letho said, pressing three fingers deep inside. ‘Please say I can.’

Gaetan rumbled a deep purr, ‘Go ahead, big guy.’

Letho stripped quickly out of his clothes and slicked his cock. He wasn’t even sure he needed to, but he didn’t want to hurt the little Cat. His hole looked so soft and pink and loose and he swallowed. Letho wasn’t a small man and they usually had to spend a lot of time preparing Gaetan if he wanted to take Letho’s cock. He pressed forward and slipped the head inside without any resistance. Before he knew it, he was balls deep in his little partner. Gaetan purred again and stretched out.

Letho rolled his hips, taking his time. The soft clutch of Gaetan’s body was heavenly and he fully intended to enjoy it properly. It was wet and warm, feeling almost more like a cunt than an arse.

‘Gods, you feel good. Wet as a woman, so you are,’ Letho rumbled, his deep voice sounding like an avalanche.

Gaetan wriggled and clenched down. It wasn’t particularly effective with how fucked out he already was. He was face down on the bed, head buried in his arms. Letho worked himself in and out, slowly building his pace. Gaetan was done, Letho knew that. There was no way he was going to come again so he felt no guilt in chasing his own pleasure slowly, using Gaetan’s body as he needed to get off. He circled his hips, enjoying the sensation and the slow building heat in his gut.

Gaetan was loose and relaxed and Letho couldn’t hold back any more. He thrust in, harder and faster, chasing the building pleasure. He pushed deep inside and clutched at Gaetan’s hip as he spilled, hissing through his teeth at the wash of sensation. He tipped forward and pressed his forehead between Gaetan’s shoulder blades and just breathed for a moment. Gaetan murmured disconsolately as he slipped out and moved to find a washcloth. Letho stifled the urge to laugh. A good fuck like that always left him a little punch drunk and Gaetan was adorable at the best of times, never mind when he was fucked out and teetering on the edge of sleep.

‘Come on, Moggy. Let’s get you cleaned up, then you can snore my ear off all you want,’ he said.

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Fuck that lactation medical exam was .. amazing. No other words than hnng.

What about Eskel being used as a milker now.. cock and chest, the Wolves milking him like a cow, Yen using the little machine milkers land a fucking machine?) and him producing more and more as winter goes. Both types of "milk". Nice and fresh for their meals.

ANON! This is a galaxy brain thought. I adore it.

It all starts when their one milking cow reaches the end of her life. The goats produce some milk, but they’re bred for meat and don’t produce enough for everyone. They can survive the winter without milk, of course, but it’s much more pleasant with it. It’s Lambert that floats the idea of using Eskel. His tits are full of milk most of the time in winter these days. He loves the feeling and the fullness. He has his games with Yennefer, but he also has various games with the others. Lambert in particular enjoys nursing from him.

In the end, he agrees. He’s bent over a pair of benches and Yennefer’s little milking bottles are attached and spelled to work. He’s hard immediately of course. How could he not be with the constant stimulation to his nipples and the knowledge that everyone is watching. He loves knowing that he’s providing for his loves in this way. To begin with, they give him a hand, stroking him off or sucking him if he’s been particularly good. By the end of the winter though, things have changed.

Geralt makes the bench. He finds a few old, sturdy benches and tables and breaks them down, reclaims the wood and fits it together into something new. He sands it carefully, rubbing off all the sharp edges or rough patches that might catch and injure delicate skin. Then, he pads it. He finds the best of the old cushions, the ones with nice soft fabric and cannibalises them for it. He collects the feathers from the chickens and the ducks himself. Then, he adds the restraints. He makes them out of bearhide leather. They’re tough. Not unbreakable, not to a Witcher, but enough to give him pause and remind him that he wants to be there. In the end, they have a comfortable bench that allows Eskel to lie flat on his front with just his tits and his dick accessible to touch.

Lambert is the one to carve the plug. He’s better at the detail work than Geralt. He fells a branch that’s wider around than his bicep and takes a long chunk of it. Over days and days, he turns it and whittles it down until it’s the right smooth shape to press inside Eskel’s needy hole and leave there. It keeps him wide and open and ready to be fucked at a moment’s notice. They all get in the habit of walking past, sliding the plug out, fucking him full and then sliding it back in.

Yennefer supplies the enchantments. She creates a new set of milking bottles for his tits. They’re bigger now, able to hold more milk and the enchantment is embedded and can be started by anyone. For his cock, she creates a sleeve of fabric and butter soft leather and enchants it to stroke and undulate, stimulating him perfectly. They leave a bucket underneath for him to come into whenever he wants. The only rule is that once he’s on the bench he’s there until they let him go. He usually slides off as a twitching, overstimulated mess. One of his favourite things is to watch as the other wolves carry the bottles away to empty them into the big milk bucket in the pantry.

The next winter, they bring a new cow up the trail. The bench sees plenty of use anyway.

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How do you feel about omega!Lambert peeing himself the first time he's fucked and knotted by an alpha? He's so embarrassed but the alpha reassures him, maybe even reaching down to hold Lambert's tiny omega cock to the side so they don't get too messy

Hnnnng, yes please anon.

Lambert wailed as Geralt slammed his thick cock deeper into him. He could feel the Alpha’s knot swelling and pressing against his slick entrance. They’d been fucking regularly for months and had agreed that it was finally time to tie the knot. Tonight, Geralt was going to knot him for the first time. Lambert couldn’t wait. Waves of pleasure crashed through his body as Geralt assaulted his prostate.

‘Geralt, please,’ he begged, ‘want your knot in me. Want to come with you locked inside me.’

Geralt slammed his hips forward, the growing knot taking more effort to push inside now. Lambert wailed as it stretched his rim even further, the pleasure sparking with just an edge of pain. It was perfect. Geralt thrust a few more times before his knot locked and he could only grind. Lambert was reduced to panting moans as he felt the hot wash of Geralt’s seed begin to pulse inside him.

A hand stroked down his back and he relaxed into the sensation of warmth and safety and fullness that Geralt’s knot gave him. Some of the tension flowed from his muscles and he dropped down onto his elbows, letting his head fall forward and the position grind his ass against Geralt who growled and leaned forward to suck a mark into the back of his shoulder.

‘Little Omega tease,’ Geralt rumbled sounding fond and indulgent.

As he adjusted to the sensation of Geralt’s knot filling him, Lambert became aware of his own need which had banked a little. His little cock twitched with need.

‘It’s alright, darling,’Geralt growled, ‘Just let go for me.’

With his Alpha’s reassurance ringing in his ears, Lambert managed to relax. He felt his release wash through him and he moaned at the sensation. It took a moment for rational thought to register through the haze of pleasure, but when it did he whimpered and tried to hide his face. He hadn’t come from the stimulation. Instead, his cock was spurting out thin streams of piss all over the bedclothes. He clenched his muscles, trying to stop it, but all that achieved was making Geralt groan behind him.

‘It’s alright, Lambert,’ Geralt murmured, still stroking that soft hand up and down his back. ‘Just let it happen. You’re so beautiful, wetting for me like this. Such a good Omega, showing me who you belong to. Good boy.’

Lambert whimpered at the praise and another spurt escaped him, pooling around his knees and soaking into the bed. Geralt thought he was good. His Alpha thought he was a good Omega. He was being praised, so it must be ok. He let go. Geralt’s free hand rubbed down his side and ducked underneath to press against his stomach. The pressure helped to ground him and he forced the last dribbles out. As soon as he’d finished, Geralt’s hand was there, encasing his whole prick and stroking him, hard and fast. It took barely anything for him to come, his muscles locking up and clenching on the knot that filled him. He added his spend to the mess he’d already made and felt Geralt’s hot breath on the back of his neck.

‘Fuck, Lambert. So good. Such a good Omega for me. Well done.’

He guided them gently and carefully over to the side where the sheets were dry and clean and arranged them so that they were lying comfortably. As they waited for Geralt’s knot to go down, he laid a series of tiny kisses across Lambert’s neck and shoulders, keeping up his litany of praise as he did so.

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I was the one who just sent that prompt but I forgot to mention that, even if your muse remains untickled, I want to make sure you know that I love you and welcome to the dead dove community!! Your medical kink with Ciri was *chefs kiss* — 🌋

Anon, I'm sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for so long! Thank you for the lovely welcome and for the prompt. It is very much up my alley and is sitting waiting happily to be filled. There's a follow up to that Ciri piece in the works as well *wink*