[ In moments like this one, she believes there may not be much she can do to ease the restless musings of his mind — but perhaps what will put him in a position to believe her without second-guessing is if she merely shows him she wants him here, rather than attempting to tell him. Yet he surprises her too, by toying enough with the half of her robe that it loosens, falls somewhat away from her body, and then doesn’t immediately let his gaze drop to newly exposed skin.
Her lips part, surprised by the revelation that he’d known he was speaking with her even if she hadn’t revealed her name — no doubt he’d figured it out later for himself, but still hadn’t informed her directly. Regardless, everything they’d spoken of hadn’t been enough to turn him away; perhaps it had only intrigued him. She already has the sense that he enjoys people who are puzzles, the ones that require looking at closely to solve.
When she slips away from his touch, it isn’t because she’s objecting to it — it’s in order for her to take his hand in hers and silently lead them both in an intended direction, down the hall and away from the living area. In fact, he may recognize the door to her bedroom just before she opens it and brings him inside along with her. It’s a modest space, decorated in dark fabrics, and the bed is clearly the largest piece of furniture in the room, big enough to sleep six people, let alone one.
She lets go of his hand and turns to seat herself on the small bench at the foot of the bed, regarding him from that placement with a slow lift of her chin. ]
[ Even as powerful a sorceress as she is, it's possible she couldn't even still his troubled mind. Not without spells and bindings and that's something Will's not ready to consider just yet. It's a wonderful start. Getting him to believe and trust her when she says she wants him here, with her, like this. Oh, how he wants to let his gaze fall upon her bare skin, how he wants to drink in every perfect inch of her, but he won't, not yet anyway. He can wait.
Yennefe was indeed a puzzle to him. There was no one quite like here in his world. Fables and old tales of women who could do what she was capable of, but that was it, that's all it was, stories. Maybe that was part of the attraction? The thought that, of course, someone as perfect as her, wasn't real, not in his world, in his time, it made sense he'd be so attracted to someone so untouchable, doesn't it?
Will doesn't once take his eyes off her as she leads him like he's spellbound by her, without the use of magic and spells. Enchanted, enthralled even. Content to follow her so long as she wants him to. And when she pulls them into her room and when she sits herself down, Will comes to stand above her, a hand smoothing down the side of her neck as the other cups her face. Leaning down, his forehead to hers as he speaks. ]
Almost... You're sat in the wrong place. But... We can adjust to that.
[ A small smile was given as he started to kneel down before her, holding her gaze the whole time. Once on his knees, Will set his palms to her thighs, stroking down her smooth shins before taking a delicate foot in hand and raising it up as he lowered his head. Pressing a kiss to her toe before peppering more warm little kisses across the top of her foot, her ankle, all the while his hands gently smoothed his digits into her flesh like a little soothing massage. ]
... I worship the ground you walk on, Yennefer. Let me worship you?
[ The touch he bestows to her face is unexpected — she finds her breath catching for a brief moment, snagging as one hand gently strokes along the curve of her neck and the other cups along her cheek, as if he's attempting to map her features by direct contact rather than what he can view from where he's standing. Her mouth curves slightly, then, when he points out she isn't quite in the place where he intended — sitting on this bench rather than the bed, but if she's reading his intentions correctly chances are they'll make their way onto the latter before too long.
She's not prepared, either, for what the sight of him on his knees before her will do — or how much she likes it, likes seeing him down there before her, and before she can even second-guess her own decisions she starts to open her legs, the halves of the loosened robe parting across her lap and sliding off to expose the naked length of her thighs, the rounds of her hips, and the slightly shadowed area between her legs that the fabric still covers. ]
You want to...
[ She nearly repeats him on a surprised laugh, but instead, sinks a bite into her own lower lip instead, thoughtful and curious rather than immediately trying to discourage him from the idea. He wants to worship her, and she refuses to deny him — or herself — the opportunity for that to occur.
His lips on her toes are warm, slightly ticklish, but not bothersome, and as his mouth continues up along her leg she gently starts to recline, propping her weight up on her elbows to provide him with more of her to focus his attention on. At this juncture, she hardly cares how the robe falls away from her, one sleeve slipping down her shoulder to more obviously expose the round of a breast as the belt loosely tied around her waist starts to give up the fight of keeping her covered. ]
[ That's exactly what Will was doing. His imagination was almost supernaturally powered, he could recall things he shouldn't know, see things that weren't there, or feel emotions that were not his own. So when he touched her face, her neck, her shoulder, he was indeed mapping out her features, storing them in memory to compile with what he could see. He'd save it for later when he was alone and in need, the same hands that touched her would touch himself, and the memory, the image would be so vivid, it would be as if she were there with him herself. As for where she was sitting, sure, the bed was one of his goals. His face or cock was also a perfectly good answer too.
As Yennefer parted her perfect legs for him, Will's eyes remained on hers. For a man so dead set on not giving people eye contact, he couldn't get enough of hers. So yes, when her legs spread and she exposed more of her nude form from under the silky soft fabric, Will didn't even look at her body. He was enraptured by her eyes, by her lips, by the expression on her face. It wasn't that he didn't want to look at her body, he just wanted her to know how much he already desired her without having to look. ]
... Worship you. Yes. I do.
[ The way she leans back for him draws a sweet surrendered sigh from Will's lips. It's almost a relief sound. His eyes finally drank her in as he knelt there between her legs on the floor. His hand, slightly calloused from holding a gun and the work he does with boat engines, smooths back down her leg to her ankle before rubbing in little massaging motions as it travels back up. He raised her leg and rest it over his shoulder, face turned into it, the scruff of his stubble brushing her soft skin as his lips pepper kisses up her leg to the knee, to begin with. Will's other hand feel out and grips at her hip, gently tugging her down to make her lean back a little more, and also to help that robe fall all the more open. ]
[ He proves a fascinating man — where most others would no doubt let their gazes helplessly fall to the rest of her body, all those places of her now revealed by the loosened opening of her robe, Will's gaze remains on hers, strong and intent, so much so in fact that it's all Yennefer can do to resist the urge to look away first. She hasn't had anyone drink her in like this, unflinchingly, unapologetically, in some time, and she's not sure how to admit to the fact that she likes it very much indeed, but she can certainly show him. Whatever words she can't utter right now, her arousal will likely reveal all that he needs to know about whether she's enjoying this between them.
The sound that leaves him almost seems grateful, as if he'd possessed a shred of doubt about whether she was going to do exactly what he wanted — but the truth is that his desires are aligned with hers right now, and she can't think of anywhere she wants him to be more than kneeling between her legs. Not right at this moment, of course. Later on, she has every intention of putting his cock inside her too, filling her where she's currently so empty, where she's starting to clench around nothing at all in sheer anticipation of what's to come. ]
Will...
[ It's not a plea, or an attempt to distract him, but her own sigh, a pleased exhale, as his hand makes its way up the length of her leg, her skin smooth from the lotions she often rubs in after her baths. The sensation of his lips against her, the slight stubble there, leaves her helpless to think about how it'll feel by the time he reaches the apex of her thighs. She doesn't struggle, doesn't fight it, as his other hand grasps her hip to draw her closer to the edge of the bench and the robe slips back from her, baring her all the way up to her waist. With one knee hitched over his shoulder, she's nearly spread wide now, the only sound between them their slowly quickening breathing as his mouth roams higher still, closer and closer to where they both want it the most. ]
[ Will is more than happy to be a fascination to her, it's rare he ever gets to spend this sort of time with a woman he's this attracted to. Usually, he's used for a one-night stand, a 'mistake' for them to dwell on fondly and left to forever suffer the cold long nights alone. Yennefer is differnt. For one, she's not just any woman. She's a masterpiece. A work of art that should be admired, complimented, and cherished. Not only that but she's powerful and intense. Will can feel himself becoming rather addicted to her if he's not careful.
The sound of his name falling from her lips drives him wild. Under a spell she never had to cast, completely enthralled by her beauty, her scent, the feel of her skin under his. Will was lost in her, and happy never to be found again if that was the case.
His eyes continued to meet her as his face slipped further up her inner thigh now. Lips kissing, daring to bluntly and softly bite at her flesh, leaving a trail of glistening saliva in his wake as his tongue smoothed the groove where thigh met crotch. Pressing a palm to her other leg, the one that wasn't draped over his shoulder, while he gave a little push, spreading those silky legs open.
He was close, close enough that the heat coming from her sweet and sticky entrance could be felt on his cheek. Still, with his face practically all but hidden down there now, he continued to watch her eyes. Swallowing and parting his lips as he breathed out a breath against her folds before pressing a tender kiss against them, humming out a sound of pleasure as their lips met. ]
[ She's been forced to rethink all of her previously-held conceptions about intimacy here — there was a time, however briefly, when Yennefer believed she could assert a purely non-sexual contract between herself and any submissive she established an arrangement with. Perhaps she was only fooling herself in the long run, or perhaps, in spite of her insistence, someone like Will Graham has proven more than capable of coming into her life and causing her to rethink everything, especially when he seems more than content to establish himself between the growing spread of her thighs.
The trailing kisses of his mouth, the slide of his tongue, the teasing grazes of his teeth — they all only succeed in building her arousal further, heightening her need. He guides her in opening up more for him, and she can feel it, how wet she is now, when her cunt opens too, when those swollen folds part to expose the damp flesh beneath. His breath is there, soft and hot pants against her skin, and she has to resist the strong temptation to jut her hips upward, to reach and haul him in to put his mouth on her even faster.
She'll wait, however; she can be patient, because she has the strong impression that he'll make it worth her while, and he does with that first kiss directly against her, but she still wants more than that. It prompts her to lightly dig her heel into his back, trying to draw him closer, wanting more of his mouth on her, his tongue. He can be rougher on her too, if he wishes to; she'll hardly break from the effort. ]
I want to taste myself on those lips when we're through.
[ She'll kiss him, she thinks, once she beckons him up to her later, once she's able to fuck him; before that happens, she wouldn't be opposed to rendering his face soaking wet with her arousal. ]
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Her lips part, surprised by the revelation that he’d known he was speaking with her even if she hadn’t revealed her name — no doubt he’d figured it out later for himself, but still hadn’t informed her directly. Regardless, everything they’d spoken of hadn’t been enough to turn him away; perhaps it had only intrigued him. She already has the sense that he enjoys people who are puzzles, the ones that require looking at closely to solve.
When she slips away from his touch, it isn’t because she’s objecting to it — it’s in order for her to take his hand in hers and silently lead them both in an intended direction, down the hall and away from the living area. In fact, he may recognize the door to her bedroom just before she opens it and brings him inside along with her. It’s a modest space, decorated in dark fabrics, and the bed is clearly the largest piece of furniture in the room, big enough to sleep six people, let alone one.
She lets go of his hand and turns to seat herself on the small bench at the foot of the bed, regarding him from that placement with a slow lift of her chin. ]
You have me where you want me now.
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Yennefe was indeed a puzzle to him. There was no one quite like here in his world. Fables and old tales of women who could do what she was capable of, but that was it, that's all it was, stories. Maybe that was part of the attraction? The thought that, of course, someone as perfect as her, wasn't real, not in his world, in his time, it made sense he'd be so attracted to someone so untouchable, doesn't it?
Will doesn't once take his eyes off her as she leads him like he's spellbound by her, without the use of magic and spells. Enchanted, enthralled even. Content to follow her so long as she wants him to. And when she pulls them into her room and when she sits herself down, Will comes to stand above her, a hand smoothing down the side of her neck as the other cups her face. Leaning down, his forehead to hers as he speaks. ]
Almost... You're sat in the wrong place. But... We can adjust to that.
[ A small smile was given as he started to kneel down before her, holding her gaze the whole time. Once on his knees, Will set his palms to her thighs, stroking down her smooth shins before taking a delicate foot in hand and raising it up as he lowered his head. Pressing a kiss to her toe before peppering more warm little kisses across the top of her foot, her ankle, all the while his hands gently smoothed his digits into her flesh like a little soothing massage. ]
... I worship the ground you walk on, Yennefer. Let me worship you?
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She's not prepared, either, for what the sight of him on his knees before her will do — or how much she likes it, likes seeing him down there before her, and before she can even second-guess her own decisions she starts to open her legs, the halves of the loosened robe parting across her lap and sliding off to expose the naked length of her thighs, the rounds of her hips, and the slightly shadowed area between her legs that the fabric still covers. ]
You want to...
[ She nearly repeats him on a surprised laugh, but instead, sinks a bite into her own lower lip instead, thoughtful and curious rather than immediately trying to discourage him from the idea. He wants to worship her, and she refuses to deny him — or herself — the opportunity for that to occur.
His lips on her toes are warm, slightly ticklish, but not bothersome, and as his mouth continues up along her leg she gently starts to recline, propping her weight up on her elbows to provide him with more of her to focus his attention on. At this juncture, she hardly cares how the robe falls away from her, one sleeve slipping down her shoulder to more obviously expose the round of a breast as the belt loosely tied around her waist starts to give up the fight of keeping her covered. ]
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As Yennefer parted her perfect legs for him, Will's eyes remained on hers. For a man so dead set on not giving people eye contact, he couldn't get enough of hers. So yes, when her legs spread and she exposed more of her nude form from under the silky soft fabric, Will didn't even look at her body. He was enraptured by her eyes, by her lips, by the expression on her face. It wasn't that he didn't want to look at her body, he just wanted her to know how much he already desired her without having to look. ]
... Worship you. Yes. I do.
[ The way she leans back for him draws a sweet surrendered sigh from Will's lips. It's almost a relief sound. His eyes finally drank her in as he knelt there between her legs on the floor. His hand, slightly calloused from holding a gun and the work he does with boat engines, smooths back down her leg to her ankle before rubbing in little massaging motions as it travels back up. He raised her leg and rest it over his shoulder, face turned into it, the scruff of his stubble brushing her soft skin as his lips pepper kisses up her leg to the knee, to begin with. Will's other hand feel out and grips at her hip, gently tugging her down to make her lean back a little more, and also to help that robe fall all the more open. ]
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The sound that leaves him almost seems grateful, as if he'd possessed a shred of doubt about whether she was going to do exactly what he wanted — but the truth is that his desires are aligned with hers right now, and she can't think of anywhere she wants him to be more than kneeling between her legs. Not right at this moment, of course. Later on, she has every intention of putting his cock inside her too, filling her where she's currently so empty, where she's starting to clench around nothing at all in sheer anticipation of what's to come. ]
Will...
[ It's not a plea, or an attempt to distract him, but her own sigh, a pleased exhale, as his hand makes its way up the length of her leg, her skin smooth from the lotions she often rubs in after her baths. The sensation of his lips against her, the slight stubble there, leaves her helpless to think about how it'll feel by the time he reaches the apex of her thighs. She doesn't struggle, doesn't fight it, as his other hand grasps her hip to draw her closer to the edge of the bench and the robe slips back from her, baring her all the way up to her waist. With one knee hitched over his shoulder, she's nearly spread wide now, the only sound between them their slowly quickening breathing as his mouth roams higher still, closer and closer to where they both want it the most. ]
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The sound of his name falling from her lips drives him wild. Under a spell she never had to cast, completely enthralled by her beauty, her scent, the feel of her skin under his. Will was lost in her, and happy never to be found again if that was the case.
His eyes continued to meet her as his face slipped further up her inner thigh now. Lips kissing, daring to bluntly and softly bite at her flesh, leaving a trail of glistening saliva in his wake as his tongue smoothed the groove where thigh met crotch. Pressing a palm to her other leg, the one that wasn't draped over his shoulder, while he gave a little push, spreading those silky legs open.
He was close, close enough that the heat coming from her sweet and sticky entrance could be felt on his cheek. Still, with his face practically all but hidden down there now, he continued to watch her eyes. Swallowing and parting his lips as he breathed out a breath against her folds before pressing a tender kiss against them, humming out a sound of pleasure as their lips met. ]
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The trailing kisses of his mouth, the slide of his tongue, the teasing grazes of his teeth — they all only succeed in building her arousal further, heightening her need. He guides her in opening up more for him, and she can feel it, how wet she is now, when her cunt opens too, when those swollen folds part to expose the damp flesh beneath. His breath is there, soft and hot pants against her skin, and she has to resist the strong temptation to jut her hips upward, to reach and haul him in to put his mouth on her even faster.
She'll wait, however; she can be patient, because she has the strong impression that he'll make it worth her while, and he does with that first kiss directly against her, but she still wants more than that. It prompts her to lightly dig her heel into his back, trying to draw him closer, wanting more of his mouth on her, his tongue. He can be rougher on her too, if he wishes to; she'll hardly break from the effort. ]
I want to taste myself on those lips when we're through.
[ She'll kiss him, she thinks, once she beckons him up to her later, once she's able to fuck him; before that happens, she wouldn't be opposed to rendering his face soaking wet with her arousal. ]