Geralt squirmed against the ropes binding his arms behind his back and groaned.

“You alright, Geralt?” Lambert asked from behind him, tugging the ropes.

“Hurry up and fuck me already,” Geralt growled.

Lambert, the utter bastard, stopped moving. He traced his fingers over Geralt’s back. “Look at those patterns! I didn’t think you could shift so quickly."

Geralt flashed a danger pattern across his skin.

“Ooh, scary,” Lambert said. He shifted the ropes gently, the intricate knot work only partially complete.

"I'll keep him occupied," Eskel said with a grin.

Geralt opened his mouth eagerly. Eskel’s cock wasn’t long, but was bulbous at the base and covered with tiny, blunt spines. He swirled his tongue over the tapered head, savoring the tangy taste unique to Eskel. He let himself float in the sensations of the ropes and the feel and taste of Eskel in his mouth.

Eskel pulled away, and Geralt whined, trying to recapture Eskel’s cock.

“Alright, Wolf,” Eskel chuckled. “We’re trading places.”

“Hoisting first,” Lambert said.

A pulley rattled above Geralt and he was pulled up onto his knees, his upper body suspended off the ground and his knees barely touching to keep him from swinging freely. Eskel shuffled around behind him. He wasted no time in slotting himself in place between Geralt’s bound legs and pushing his cock inside.

The spines bumped at the rim of his hole and pressed against every sensitive place inside him. The familiar tingle of his chromatophores pulsating colors intensified over his body as Eskel thrust faster.

“Hold your head still, Geralt!” Lambert said, gripping Geralt’s chin.

“You. Unf. Try. Holding still when Eskel’s fucking—” he broke off with a moan.

Behind him, Eskel chuckled wickedly and kept pounding into Geralt.

Lambert's cock writhed over Geralt's back. He had the most unusual mutation where cocks were concerned. It was enormously long, clear, and moved like an eel.

“Gods, you’re pretty when you’re excited," Lambert said, stroking Geralt's face. "Blues and greens, chasing each other over your skin… Let’s see what patterns we can get out of you with my cock down your throat.”

Eskel slowed up a moment to allow Lambert to aim. He jolted when the top found its way into Geralt's mouth. Tight rings of prickling sensation pulsed from under Geralt's hairline and beard toward his mouth again and again as he sucked hard at the tip. Eskel pulled almost all the way out and slammed forward hard.

Geralt gave a muffled cry as the movement forced more of Lambert's cock into his mouth. It twitched and moved, seeking his throat, and Geralt relaxed, letting it probe deeper. It moved past his ability to breathe around it and he let it. Given his inhuman ability to hold his breath, they often managed on one. Not today. Black spots formed in his vision, and Lambert stepped back, pulling his cock out to the tip. Geralt gulped several breaths and blinked twice at Lambert.

Lambert went for shorter, faster jabs this time, in time with Eskel’s. His whole body spasmed as he came. The mass quantity of come visible as it traveled along the shaft. It had a deep, earthy taste that Geralt loved.

Eskel wasn’t far behind, burying himself deep and coming with a roar. He hugged Geralt, holding him in place and licking at the back of his neck, a deep purr rumbling in his chest. The older wolf witchers had been so disappointed that Eskel turned out so cat-like, but with that rumble soothing him, Geralt regretted nothing.

His own cock was distressingly human-normal; all his changes had taken to his skin and hair. It hung hard and dripping, but he didn’t whine for them to touch it. The night was only beginning.