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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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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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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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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)

♠️

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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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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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*