#keys talks back

i know a lot of places just aren’t built to handle heat and i can’t help but wonder how they’re going to adapt or if they’re going to adapt at all. that’s terrifying.

- someone from a hot climate who thinks anything over 25C indoors is approaching “uncomfortably warm” territory, and that’s with buildings made for this

Yuuuuuuup! Some of the offices weren't as bad, depending on what side of the building they're on. Problem is, someone designed the building to have massive fuck off windows (floor to ceiling, whole wall) on one side and that's the side that is, you guessed it, sun facing for 70% of the day!!! The blinds do fuck all as well because they're too thin. Opening a window is also useless.

I really really hope they're going to do something going forward. Even just making a plan because this is not a problem that's going to go away. It's actively dangerous like this. I just don't want someone to have to actually have a medical emergency for someone to take it seriously, but I'm also not hopeful...

Thank you for the support! I've been feeling a bit like I'm going insane ranting about how bad this is but everyone around me is also hot and miserable. It's nice to hear people in hot climates telling me I'm not losing my mind about how bad this is.

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.

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.

‘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.

So I don’t necessarily have a whole fic for this, so have a collection of thoughts.

They take turns drinking the potion and spending the winter being milked. They use a lot of it to stock up their potions stores and the rest they reduce down with other ingredients to make a base oil that will keep almost indefinitely. It can be used on the Path to start a potion off if they can’t get access to a fresh supply for any reason. 

Lambert loves it when it’s Eskel’s turn to take the potion. His tits are beautiful handfuls at the best of times, but on the potion they swell out, almost as large as a woman’s. They fill with milk and leak constantly. Lambert often struggles to produce much for the first few days, but Eskel never has that problem. He produces so much milk that they struggle to keep up with him. Lambert loves snuggling up behind Eskel and getting a double handful of tit and milking him until he runs dry. Usually Eskel only just manages to wait for Lambert to set the bowl aside before he’s pouncing. 

Geralt likes to be gentled through it. His chest grows and aches and he finds himself growing short and irritable. The other wolves like to lie him down and pet him. They rub lotion into his skin to prevent stretch marks forming and massage the muscles to ease the deep ache. They milk him lying on his side. Eskel spoons up behind him, lending his bulk and his warmth, while Lambert does the milking. His tits are always so sensitive afterwards that he can come just from having them rubbed and his nipples played with.

Lambert treats it like another chore that he needs to do. It’s part of the job and it’s necessary, but he doesn’t enjoy taking the potion himself nearly as much as gentling the other two through it, but he knows it’s necessary. Part of the problem is that he doesn’t produce as much and he worries that one of the others will be caught short because of him. He needs a lot of reassurance. Sometimes he likes to be left alone to do the milking himself and only allows Geralt and Eskel in afterwards for cuddles and reassurance. They’re not allowed to touch his chest until the potion has worn off.

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.

‘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.’

Hmm… Very good questions, anon! I have some little thots for now, although I wouldn’t rule out a full follow up in the future. I have a few more ideas in this verse, some softer than others.

Eskel wakes up slowly, that first day. Reality filters in and then he remembers. He thinks it was maybe just a bad dream until he slides his hand down to feel the bulge of his belly. It’s not hugely obvious yet, especially compared to the fullness of the fiend eggs, but he knows it will get bigger. 

Vesemir assigns him the lightest chores, makes sure he always has a full waterskin and gets the choicest cuts of meat and the freshest vegetables at dinner. The moment Eskel needs anything, he’s there to provide it. He takes to rubbing his growing belly, soothing the ache of stretching flesh. Eskel flourishes under the attention. It doesn’t take long for him to come around to the feeling of being full and cared about.