open post;

[choicely]

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open post for pic prompts, starters, and texts. f/f + f/m for shipping.
please link nsfw images.
compliant through season 4 of the witcher.

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[maltreats]

I still have them on.

[ since she's down to just a tank top and the panties. she didn't really have any plans for guests, despite her proclamations, other than wanting a particular one to come over if she can convince her. ]

Helps to let the boys think they're the reason my pussy's wet.

[choicely]

So they're allowed to look but they can't touch.

[ it doesn't surprise her that illyana only teases the boys, keeping them at arm's length; the girl has always been the sort of intimidating that yennefer herself recognizes. ]

What was your dream about?

[maltreats]

Relieved?

[ maybe she's keen on trying to make her jealous, to see how much of a possessive side she can bring out from her professor. ]

I was misbehaving in your class. Very normal. You were angry and sat on your desk. You spread your legs in front of everyone and lifted your skirt, showing you had nothing on. My punishment was to get on my knees and that I wasn't allowed to breathe until I made you come five times.

[choicely]

Pleased that you aren't willing to settle for less.

[ because the truth is that she believes that — she could be selfish, and admit that she mostly wants the knowledge that she has illyana all to herself, but she also doesn't enjoy the thought of her with anyone else either. ]

That's quite the punishment. There, on your knees, in front of everyone, with your face smashed against my cunt? Your body must have liked the sound of that if you woke up with your panties soaked through.

[maltreats]

I wouldn't.

[ because illyana makes sure to get what she wants and deny anything that she doesn't. with her past, she can't afford doing it any other way. but admittedly, it doesn't make it a bit inconvenient that she knows too well what she wants, which means it's far more annoying when yennefer isn't with her. ]

It's because I could easily imagine the taste of you. Your cunt dripping all over my tongue. The sound of you panting and whining as I sucked hard on your clit. Your fingers tightening into my hair and smothering me to your pussy. It's so easy to paint the picture. Even better with everyone knowing my tongue can draw out those sounds from our dear and proper professor.

[choicely]

Good girl.

[ and it isn't just her showering illyana with praise because she knows her student enjoys it; she truly means the sentiment behind it, which might be telling enough on its own. ]

You know I could make that happen. Not in reality, of course, given the consequences, but I can conjure illusions that look very nearly like the real thing. You could worship your professor's dripping-wet pussy in front of a classroom seemingly packed full of your peers, just like you dreamed of.