“Geralt-”

“Shut up!” Mindful of the broken glass on the floor - and grateful they were both wearing shoes - he grabbed Dandelion and pulled him toward the sink, pausing only long enough to lick the tip of his finger, testing to see what had been spilled.

At the familiar taste of White Gull - something that was entirely safe on human skin - Geralt felt some of his panic dissipate. Unfortunately for Dandelion, who was still shaking, the panic was quickly replaced by anger.

He shoved the singer’s hands in the sink, turning the water on and letting it run over his skin. “Any cuts?” he asked sharply.

“No,” whispered Dandelion. “Geralt- I- What- am I-”

“White Gull, not toxic.”

Dandelion sagged in relief.

Geralt checked his hands anyway, feeling him over for injuries, searching for any tiny scrape Dandelion might not have noticed. Content the man was going to live, Geralt buried his nose in his hair, inhaling his familiar scent.

“Geralt-”

“Walk to the door, take off your shoes and leave them,” he said firmly.

“Geralt I-”

“Dandelion.” His tone left little room for argument, but Dandelion couldn’t move, half pinned to the sink by Geralt who still had his arms wrapped around him. “Then go to the living room, sit down, and wait for me.”

“You have to let go of me.”

Realizing he was still clinging to Dandelion’s hands he forced his fingers to uncurl and stepped back. “Go,” he said softly.

Dandelion scrambled to obey. He stopped at the door to pull off his shoes, then quietly asked, “Should I get a paddle?”

“Dandelion-”

“Or a whip.” His pale face was streaked with tears. Geralt wanted nothing more than to hold him, but he needed to clean the mess first.

“Just go sit in the living room.”

Once Dandelion was out of sight he leaned against the sink, taking several deep breaths. “Fucking idiot,” he moaned.

Cleaning the mess, focusing on sweeping up the broken glass and moping up the potion, gave him time to settle his frazzled nerves. He was still angry - Dandelion knew better than to enter the potion room - but he wasn’t quite as ready to skin him alive. In fact, all he wanted was to hold him.

Once everything was cleaned and tucked back in place, Geralt left the room, shutting it firmly behind him, and going in search of his lover. He stopped in the door to the living room, leaning on the frame. “What were you doing in there?”

Dandelion looked up, his face horribly pale and bathed in tears. “I- the door was open, the bowl was on the edge of the table- I thought it was going to fall- oh shit, oh fuck.” He doubled over, his head hanging between his legs as he gasped for breath. “I was just going to push it back, but when I touched it-”

Geralt crossed the room quickly, sitting on the couch beside him and rubbing his back. “Breathe, Dandelion.”

“I can’t do anything right,” the singer moaned, his shoulders shaking beneath Geralt’s hand. “I just wanted to help.”

“I-” Geralt sighed. One hand rested on Dandelion’s hair, the other continued to rub his back as the man struggled to breathe. “Dandelion, I appreciate what you were trying to do, but you should have told me instead of trying to do anything yourself.”

“Geralt-”

He didn’t want to scare him, but he knew he needed to make sure Dandelion never went in the room again. If scaring him was what it took, then that was what he would do. “The bowl beside the one you broke would have burned the skin off your hands. The red bottle would have knocked you out. The green one would have blinded you.”

Dandelion sobbed. “I’m sorry,” he wailed. “I’m so sorry. Please- Geralt, I don’t have anywhere to go-”

He sighed and shook his head. “I’m not going to throw you out.”

“Thank fuck-”

“I would never throw you out, you fool.” He leaned over and pressed a kiss to the back of the man’s neck. What the hell has happened to you in the past? he wondered.

“Will you- are you going to- gods I can’t- just please, get it over with-”

“I’m not going to punish you.”

“What?” Dandelion sat up so sharply that he banged his head on Geralt’s chin. “You’re not- Why-”

Geralt winced, rubbing his jaw, then wrapped his arms around Dandelion, pulling him to his chest. “Because you’re upset,” Geralt said. “And you wouldn’t tell me to stop if I pushed you too far.”

“But-”

“Shhhh.” Geralt stretched out on the couch, pulling Dandelion to sit in his lap. The singer laid out on his chest and buried his face in Geralt’s shoulder. “I just want to lay with you.”

He had to admit it was tempting to give Dandelion the whipping of his life, just to ensure he’d never be so foolish again. But the man was terrible about revoking consent normally, Geralt didn’t want to risk hurting him by accident. Not over a mistake. Not as long as it never happened again.

“Dandelion, look at me.”

The singer lifted his head, meeting Geralt’s eyes. “If I ever catch you in there again I’ll march you straight outside and beat you with my riding crop, am I clear?”

“Yes Geralt.”

He wrapped his arms more tightly around him, burying his face in Dandelion’s hair. “I love you. I don’t want you to be hurt, that’s all.”

“You’re spoiled,” teased Vissi, rubbing her hand up Dandelion’s leg, eyes glittering.

“I am,” he agreed, cupping his hand on the back of Valdo's’ head as the Omega pleasured him with their mouth. “Did you know the first thing Geralt did when he met me was suck my cock? He’s almost as good as our dear Valdo.”

There was a part of him that enjoyed rubbing his new life in their faces, particularly after how quick they’d been to turn against him when his fate had been decided. But deep down he still liked them. It wasn't their fault that the Omegas were pushed to constantly compete with one another. “Where’s Mir?”

“She’s in heat,” said Ioret from where she was perched at the edge of the pit, her feet dangling inside. “And Susi’s pregnant with Count Mildren’s child.”

“Oh?” Dandelion raised an eyebrow. “Who claimed our dear Mir this time?”

“Earl Aslem,” said Safrilla. Her voice was high and clear, like a tinkling bell, and Dandelion had often enjoyed singing with her when they’d been in the Harem together. She shivered. “I spent a heat with him last year.”

Dandelion tilted his head. “He never had me. What’s he like in bed?”

“He paddled me!” whined Safrilla. “On my cunt!” She jumped off the edge of the nest, her shoulders trembling. She fell onto her back, sticking her feet up in the air and spreading them, then slapping her crotch several times. “Like this!”

Dandelion winced sympathetically. Valdo stroked his side and gave a particularly strong suck to his cock.

Ioret rubbed Safrilla’s shoulder. “You’ll upset Dandelion,” she soothed. “He’s in heat darling, he doesn’t need to worry about Mir.”

“Did you report him?” Dandelion asked. “If you did he wouldn’t dare hurt anyone again.” He gave her a wry look, studying her almost too wide eyes. “Unless you enjoyed it, you little minx.”

Her eyes glittered. “Maybe.”

Dandelion laughed. “You slut!”

Valdo slipped their mouth off Dandelion’s cock, licking a bit of precum from their lips. “Does your Witcher discipline you?” Discipline was a part of life as a Harem Omega. If they didn't get off on pain when they joined the Harem it was quickly whipped into them. The Omegas meted out punishments among themselves, only going to the minders for major infractions. Dandelion and Valdo had often bumped heads, particularly as Dandelion's fertility had waned and his temper shorted, and it was an unusual week that one of them didn't paddle the other. It was part of why they got along so well.

“Yes, Dandelion," said Arno, always the last to speak. “Tell us about your Witcher.”

“Oh he’s very trainable,” said Dandelion cheerfully, shifting his hips so that Ioret could push her fingers in his hole. There were no secrets among the Omegas, but they also never spoke about Alphas to anyone outside the Harem, so Dandelion knew that whatever he said to them wouldn’t get around to anyone. “I’d say I have him eating out of my hand.”

Safrilla curled into his side, laying her head on Dandelion’s chest and toying with his nipples absentmindedly. “He doesn’t mind that your womb is broken?”

“He’s infertile,” said Dandelion curtly. “I’m perfect for him.” Despite their friendship the competitive nature of the Harem had led to them thriving off Dandelion's downfall. His so-called 'broken womb' had allowed Vissi to work her way into the king's graces, and she was still recovering from having given him a son. Despite his love for his new life, there was still a sharp pang of jealous in Dandelion's stomach. The king's son should have been mine, he thought bitterly.

“I’m glad,” Ioret laid on his other side, pressed her lips to the scent glands on his neck.

Safrilla whined quietly. “We were afraid he might whore you out to get a baby in you.”

“He doesn’t want that,” Dandelion promised, pressing a kiss to her lips. “He won’t hurt me.” Ioret continued fingering him, slowly loosening him up. He wasn’t quite in heat yet, so his body wasn’t as loose as it could be, but the heat was certainly coming, he could feel it in his stomach.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Valdo ran their hand up Dandelion’s chest, eyes gleaming. “Does he discipline you?” They pinched Dandelion's nipple, watching for his wince. "I'd be happy to show him the ropes for the next time you run your pretty little mouth."

“Oh he threatens me plenty,” laughed Dandelion, leaning into Vissi’s tongue as she lapped at his neck. “The first week after my heat he kept threatening to take his belt to my ass if I didn’t stop talking his ear off.”

“Did he?” asked Arno. His hand was wrapped loosely around Dandelion’s cock, stroking up and down him slowly.

“Oh yes.” Dandelion grinned. “After I told him that if he didn’t get to it eventually I was going to dye his hair red.”

Ioret pushed her hand into his ass, grinning wickedly. Dandelion moaned loudly, his eyes rolling back in his skull. “Ohhhhh that’s good,” he moaned.

“As good as your Witcher’s cock?”

“Hmmm. Not quite.”

“Oh he’s rude,” she laughed. “Perhaps we ought to remind him where his place is.”

“No!” laughed Dandelion as she pulled her hand out of his hole. “Ioret-”

“Turn him over girls,” she ordered, sitting back. Dandelion put up a playful protest as Vissi and Safrilla grabbed him and wrestled him over, onto his stomach. Arno slapped his ass firmly, laughing as Dandelion jolted forward and moaned.

“Weak!” Dandelion teased, once he’d caught his breath. “Geralt gives me kisses with more force than that.”

Arno slapped him harder, laughing as Dandelion squealed. They took turns slapping his ass, occasionally sticking their fingers in his hole or licking his rim, until he was sobbing and scratching into the blankets.

“Fuck him, Arno,” said Valdo, their eyes glowing. “Saf, make him lick your cunt.”

Safrilla was more than happy to swing her legs over his face. He greedily licked at the flaps of skin on either side of her vulva, then pushed his tongue inside her.

Arno entered him a moment later. His cock was no where near as big as Geralt’s, but the size was pleasant so Dandelion wasn’t going to complain. Vissi and Ioret curled into him once again, licking up and down his chest, playing with his tender nipples.

It wasn’t as good as having an Alpha, but damn it was good. He lost track of where Valdo was until Safrilla shifted and he could see the Omega stroking their cock and watching him with greedy eyes.

Dandelion pushed Safrilla off his face. “Valdo,” he moaned. “Val I want you both.”

Their eyes gleamed hungrily. “You want Arno and me?”

“Please,” he moaned.

Valdo grinned. “Make Saf scream.”

Dandelion grabbed her hips and shoved his tongue back inside her, lapping hungrily at her folds as she gasped and writhed on top of him. It didn’t take much before she was screaming, arching her back and digging her nails into Dandelion’s scalp.

She fell off of him, landing on the pillows beside him and moaning with delight. Dandelion licked his lips, savoring the taste of her, until his mind was too muddied by the two cocks that were pounding inside him.

Vissi stroked his stomach as they rung an orgasm out of him, then piled on him with food and fruit until he could move again.

Dandelion’s heat continued in lazy bliss. It wasn’t the same as being with an alpha, there was an itch deep in his body that even Valdo and Arno combined couldn’t quite scratch, but it also wasn’t entirely unpleasant. They tried a knotted toy, but it still wasn’t enough, and Dandelion couldn’t get over how inorganic it felt and made them take it out.

Vissi pushed her entire hand up his ass, which almost felt like an Alpha’s knot, and Safrilla sucked his cock as clenched and panted. They kissed him and licked him, bringing him food and water from the sides of the room, then cuddled into him, rubbing his stomach as he pleaded for them to fuck him harder. Arno kissed him slowly, sucking on his tongue, and Valdo licked at his scent glands, rubbing their fingers over his nipples.

“I’m never going to get to suck your milk again,” complained Valdo. "Your milk was always so sweet."

Dandelion grit his teeth. It was somewhat pleasant, after leaving his children behind, to have the other Omegas suckle at his breasts, but it was part of the life he was trying so desperately to leave behind.

“He’s always so sensitive when comes back,” said Ioret, licking up his stomach. “I took him apart with my tongue after his second baby and he cried for days.”

“Don’t talk about my babies,” whispered Dandelion, but his voice was quiet and only Safrilla seemed to hear him.

She kissed his cheek. “Val, give him a good fucking,” she urged. “He loves your dick.”

Thank you, Dandelion mouthed. She kissed him again as Valdo knelt between his legs, pushing their cock to the rim of Dandelion’s greedy hole. “Beg for it.”

Dandelion set his jaw, shaking his head.

“Come on,” said Valdo. “Tell me you want my fat cock in your greedy little hole. Tell me how badly you want me to fuck pups into you.”

His face flushed red. Valdo always knew how to get under his skin. But as much as he wanted to argue, to tell the mouthy Omega where they could stuff their breeding kink, Dandelion was too wound up, too in need of a good dicking, to have any shame.

“Fuck me,” he moaned, rolling his eyes back in his skull. “Fill me with your big, fat dick.”

Valdo’s eyes gleamed with delight and their snapped their hips forward, pushing their cock into Dandelion’s hole and listening as he wailed with desire.

Valdo laughed, rolling their hips and fucking into Dandelion. “You like that?” they teased, eyes gleaming.

Dandelion was beyond words, moaning and nodding breathlessly.

“Having fun?” rumbled a deep voice from the door.