The longer this soul is a part of you, the less it might become apparent which half wants what.
Or, you might have to accept that one part of you is satisfied by one person, and one part of you is satisfied by someone else. I doubt anyone here is qualified to judge.
[ especially when they’re practically all fucking each other in some form, this tangled web of void-touched. sating zadza isn’t even the half of it anymore. ]
Besides, you said it yourself: Gilia doesn’t come from a sphere where monogamy is expected.
[Being the Deathwarden meant she had to comply. Mostly.]
Can I talk you into coming over and like shoving me face first into the wall with my hair in you fist while you say filthy things in my ear, refusing to let me touch you?
You mean the ones who pose hypothetical questions about trying to fuck the Duchess and other inane "dilemmas"? [ after a brief pause: ] ... it doesn't bother me when you say it.
[ yes, she has very little patience for that particular demographic, but that's also dependent on the times she isn't mentally blocking out most of the conversations happening. ]
Fair enough. I'll have my own wards on the cabin once it's finished.
[ at least she won't be freezing, waiting outside, and from her end, it's a relatively simple matter of opening a portal between ianthe's home and the boarding house, with only a soft knock on the door to herald her arrival a few minutes after she slips on a pair of shoes. ]
[Door closed, the fire was making it cozy inside. Ianthe pressed a quick kiss to Yennefer's cheek, a bone septum piercing brushing against her skin, before heading toward the bedroom where there was more open wall space. She started undoing ties on her clothing.]
[ besides, yennefer may be using ianthe's cabin as more than one reference for her own build, at least when it comes to making it a cozier, livable space. it had been in a less-than-desirable state when she'd acquired it, but she's at least able to fill it with some necessities to make it a place to lay her head.
for now, she trails along behind ianthe into the bedroom with no real haste, gaze casually sweeping around them. ]
I can't claim responsibility for creating Yorik and Viola. They were left behind wren Harrowhark disappeared; I co-opted them. She's a bone adept, so she can generate osseous material in ways I can't, creating then from but a few chips of bone.
[There certainly wasn't any hurry as Ianthe began pulling layers off. In the bedroom, the largest open wall bore a mural of a majestic stag in a field of flowers.]
But if I already have the bones in hand, I can create decent constructs. Like Craven - my deer mount. It's just naturally sourced human bone is hard to come by here given there are no buried bodies to repurpose.
[ yennefer doesn't move to start divesting herself of anything clothing, not yet, but she does step forward, positioning herself to stand directly behind where ianthe is, a hand establishing a grip in the crook of the necromancer's arm and tugging her back, bringing them closer to flush. ]
Not that scarcity has ever really seemed to stop you here. [ she can't entirely see ianthe's face, but she doesn't have to, as her voice lowers, as her free hand lightly combs fingers through pale blonde strands of hair. ] You're resourceful.
[She drew in a quick breath, and a shiver ran down her back. Ianthe didn't get to sink into this place of giving over control to a lover often as both her girls were super submissive. Yennefer's voice brushed against her like a singular nail ghosting down the side of her neck.
Ianthe wet her lips with a brief pass of her tongue as she shifted her weight back toward Yennefer to feel her there. She wasn't against the wall yet; she could touch.]
I've considered collecting bones from the dead. Just a few each one. They'll still Ressurect whole.
[ it's a pursuit the likes of which is forbidden among those who can tap into chaos on the continent — demonology and fire magic are also considered off-limits by the brotherhood, the latter because of how consuming it can be to the wielder if they draw on too much. necromancy isn't something yennefer can envision herself seriously researching how to do, but that doesn't mean she isn't interested in hearing about the process behind how ianthe wields it.
she doesn't tighten her grip on ianthe's hair yet, merely lets the sensation of stroking fingers be known, lets the younger woman experience the press of their bodies as her voice drops to little over a whisper. ]
It'd take a bit longer that way, wouldn't it? [ she doesn't wait for ianthe to answer before forming a fisting grip in her hair, close to her scalp, and tugs back to force the necromancer's neck into a vulnerable arch, a curve she can ghost heated breath over with her words. ] Can you be patient?
[Ianthe had taken up taboo studies before, her true field being Ressurection Theory. She was still pursuing it even there in Rubilykskoye. Collecting bones was far from the worse thing Ianthe had and would do. She just wasn't sure if she needed more constructs.
She went to respond but her head was pulled back, her half foot height on Yennefer forcing it back into she was looking at her ceiling. Heat rushed through her body, flooding her with arousal, giving her the distraction she'd desperately needed.]
Yes, Yen.
[Two words spoken breathily, a flush quickly spreading across her pale skin. She was acutely aware of both Yennefer's lips so close to her neck and the chastity belt that locked away her cunt.]
[ the height differential between them hasn't really been a thing of consequence, not when they're not always standing in each other's company, but yennefer knows what ianthe has asked her here for, what she's been asked to provide, and she has little trouble doing so, especially when she earns this kind of a reaction. ]
I might need more convincing than that.
[ a pause, and then she slowly pushes her lips against the side of ianthe's neck, an indulgent kiss over the pulse point before scraping her teeth over that same place in a more blatant bite. ]
Even if we're not supposed to make each other come. [ and she hasn't gotten around to admitting to the fact that she might need something like this too, even if she's only allowing the locals to believe that she has her own belt on. ] Otherwise, I'd fuck you until your knees buckle.
[A ragged exhale and Ianthe curled both hands loosely down at her side. She swallowed, throat bobbing, as second by second she became more pliant under Yennefer's steady, experienced hand.]
I'll be patient, Yennefer. I can wait. [She wanted those lips everywhere. She wanted to be drawn along the ring edge of what they wanted and what they weren't supposed to have.]
[ they're still standing closer to the middle of the bedroom, but given that ianthe isn't showing any signs of strain or discomfort yet, yennefer doesn't shift to move them in that direction. then again, even if ianthe was starting to struggle to maintain this arched position, she might still try to see how long the necromancer could hold it regardless. ]
Up against that wall over there, with your backside pushed out and your legs spread open.
[ she jerks her chin slightly to indicate the space before her mouth returns to its hovering place, closer to ianthe's earlobe, so her lips can brush against it on every other syllable. ]
I'd stuff your cunt full of my fingers and make you come, again and again, until your legs couldn't hold you up anymore. [ the hand that isn't currently snagging a grip in ianthe's hair smooths a palm over her stomach, fingertips creating small pressure points. ] And then I'd put you facedown on the bed and do it again.
[That sounded amazing. Hot as hell. Fuck, the mental image if it, hearing Yennefer's voice so close to her ear, made her squirm a little as though she could get some friction from the chastity device to ease the arousal. She'd been good and not been touched or climax in the days since stress donned it. Not like this.]
H-how many fingers?
[The muscles of her belly twitched under Yennefer's touch. The sorceress definitely needed to fuck her like she described some day.]
[ yennefer says it matter-of-factly, as though the answer should have naturally occurred. but this also seems to be more of what ianthe needs from her, words that promise something she can't necessarily deliver right in the moment with the belt still on but could be a future certainty. ]
Start with two or three, maybe. Then work up to more.
[ she finally shifts the both of them toward the wall so she can nudge ianthe up against it as part of that original request, fingers maintaining that clutch in pale hair. ] And you'd take what I give you, and thank me for it.
[It was better than phone sex. Ianthe could feel Yennefer, sense her thalergy, and have that hand in her hair. Drive her up a wall (almost literally), wind her up, and then leave her wanting more. It was going to be torture that Ianthe wasn't going to be able to masturbate afterward to get the release, but she could necromantically purge the arousal if it got to be too much. Maybe she'd get a kiss at the end of this.
Easily pushed to the wall, Ianthe placed her hands flat on it, upon that stag painted by Alina, and rested her cheek on the cool surface if Yennefer allowed her. A little whimper slipped free along with a laugh.]
[ yennefer chuckles briefly, another subtle exhale of breath, but it’s easier once she has ianthe pinned to the wall. probably easier on the necromancer too, with the lack of straining involved. here, she can use the leverage of the wall to keep ianthe trapped between its surface and the press of her own body, nudging forward until she’s fitted herself to ianthe’s back. ]
But if anyone can handle it, I know it would be you.
[ she nips gently at the curve of ianthe’s shoulder, almost as an afterthought, another blunt scrape of teeth. ]
Because you remind me of me. Determined. Powerful. Unapologetic.
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Or, you might have to accept that one part of you is satisfied by one person, and one part of you is satisfied by someone else. I doubt anyone here is qualified to judge.
[ especially when they’re practically all fucking each other in some form, this tangled web of void-touched. sating zadza isn’t even the half of it anymore. ]
Besides, you said it yourself: Gilia doesn’t come from a sphere where monogamy is expected.
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[Guess who's struggling with losing herself? That's the real issue. This marriage thing wouldn't have happened if not for Babs. So Ianthe thought.]
And Alina has someone else, too, and--
Fuck, I wish I didn't have feelings. I hate them.
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They’re not ideal, I know.
[ says the sorceress who is currently trying to reconcile her own inconvenient emotions revolving around someone else. ]
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[Being the Deathwarden meant she had to comply. Mostly.]
Can I talk you into coming over and like shoving me face first into the wall with my hair in you fist while you say filthy things in my ear, refusing to let me touch you?
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And in this scenario, I’d be touching you all I want. Is that it?
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[Probably. Ianthe had made a necromantic copy if the key to her own belt.]
Just winding me up. You too. You're so dummy mommy, Yen.
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[ and for the sake of appearances, yennefer is capable of compliance — but she also has thought about potential workarounds. ]
You're the only one who calls me that, you know. [ a pause, and then: ] I can portal directly to the house.
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[Go on, Yen, ask over the network what one is and be entertained at the responses.]
Make sure not to attempt portaling inside. I'm not sure what would happen if you hit my wards, and I like you too much to just let it happen.
action swerve;
[ yes, she has very little patience for that particular demographic, but that's also dependent on the times she isn't mentally blocking out most of the conversations happening. ]
Fair enough. I'll have my own wards on the cabin once it's finished.
[ at least she won't be freezing, waiting outside, and from her end, it's a relatively simple matter of opening a portal between ianthe's home and the boarding house, with only a soft knock on the door to herald her arrival a few minutes after she slips on a pair of shoes. ]
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[What? She's hot. Ianthe opened the door at the knock, reaching across the threshold to draw Yennefer inside past her wards.]
How close are you to being finished? You can still borrow my skeletons if they're being of help.
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[ which gives yennefer pause too — the notion that she’ll have been here long enough to think of herself still being here by then.
she lets herself be drawn inside, as they continue their conversation after that brief interruption. ]
Thanks in part to your assistance.
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Good. Constructs were simple but useful.
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[ besides, yennefer may be using ianthe's cabin as more than one reference for her own build, at least when it comes to making it a cozier, livable space. it had been in a less-than-desirable state when she'd acquired it, but she's at least able to fill it with some necessities to make it a place to lay her head.
for now, she trails along behind ianthe into the bedroom with no real haste, gaze casually sweeping around them. ]
The extra manpower certainly helps.
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[There certainly wasn't any hurry as Ianthe began pulling layers off. In the bedroom, the largest open wall bore a mural of a majestic stag in a field of flowers.]
But if I already have the bones in hand, I can create decent constructs. Like Craven - my deer mount. It's just naturally sourced human bone is hard to come by here given there are no buried bodies to repurpose.
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[ yennefer doesn't move to start divesting herself of anything clothing, not yet, but she does step forward, positioning herself to stand directly behind where ianthe is, a hand establishing a grip in the crook of the necromancer's arm and tugging her back, bringing them closer to flush. ]
Not that scarcity has ever really seemed to stop you here. [ she can't entirely see ianthe's face, but she doesn't have to, as her voice lowers, as her free hand lightly combs fingers through pale blonde strands of hair. ] You're resourceful.
cw: desecration of the dead
Ianthe wet her lips with a brief pass of her tongue as she shifted her weight back toward Yennefer to feel her there. She wasn't against the wall yet; she could touch.]
I've considered collecting bones from the dead. Just a few each one. They'll still Ressurect whole.
Until I have a complete skeleton.
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she doesn't tighten her grip on ianthe's hair yet, merely lets the sensation of stroking fingers be known, lets the younger woman experience the press of their bodies as her voice drops to little over a whisper. ]
It'd take a bit longer that way, wouldn't it? [ she doesn't wait for ianthe to answer before forming a fisting grip in her hair, close to her scalp, and tugs back to force the necromancer's neck into a vulnerable arch, a curve she can ghost heated breath over with her words. ] Can you be patient?
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She went to respond but her head was pulled back, her half foot height on Yennefer forcing it back into she was looking at her ceiling. Heat rushed through her body, flooding her with arousal, giving her the distraction she'd desperately needed.]
Yes, Yen.
[Two words spoken breathily, a flush quickly spreading across her pale skin. She was acutely aware of both Yennefer's lips so close to her neck and the chastity belt that locked away her cunt.]
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I might need more convincing than that.
[ a pause, and then she slowly pushes her lips against the side of ianthe's neck, an indulgent kiss over the pulse point before scraping her teeth over that same place in a more blatant bite. ]
Even if we're not supposed to make each other come. [ and she hasn't gotten around to admitting to the fact that she might need something like this too, even if she's only allowing the locals to believe that she has her own belt on. ] Otherwise, I'd fuck you until your knees buckle.
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I'll be patient, Yennefer. I can wait. [She wanted those lips everywhere. She wanted to be drawn along the ring edge of what they wanted and what they weren't supposed to have.]
Tell me how you'd fuck me?
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Up against that wall over there, with your backside pushed out and your legs spread open.
[ she jerks her chin slightly to indicate the space before her mouth returns to its hovering place, closer to ianthe's earlobe, so her lips can brush against it on every other syllable. ]
I'd stuff your cunt full of my fingers and make you come, again and again, until your legs couldn't hold you up anymore. [ the hand that isn't currently snagging a grip in ianthe's hair smooths a palm over her stomach, fingertips creating small pressure points. ] And then I'd put you facedown on the bed and do it again.
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[That sounded amazing. Hot as hell. Fuck, the mental image if it, hearing Yennefer's voice so close to her ear, made her squirm a little as though she could get some friction from the chastity device to ease the arousal. She'd been good and not been touched or climax in the days since stress donned it. Not like this.]
H-how many fingers?
[The muscles of her belly twitched under Yennefer's touch. The sorceress definitely needed to fuck her like she described some day.]
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[ yennefer says it matter-of-factly, as though the answer should have naturally occurred. but this also seems to be more of what ianthe needs from her, words that promise something she can't necessarily deliver right in the moment with the belt still on but could be a future certainty. ]
Start with two or three, maybe. Then work up to more.
[ she finally shifts the both of them toward the wall so she can nudge ianthe up against it as part of that original request, fingers maintaining that clutch in pale hair. ] And you'd take what I give you, and thank me for it.
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Easily pushed to the wall, Ianthe placed her hands flat on it, upon that stag painted by Alina, and rested her cheek on the cool surface if Yennefer allowed her. A little whimper slipped free along with a laugh.]
Probably get all in then. Maybe more.
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[ yennefer chuckles briefly, another subtle exhale of breath, but it’s easier once she has ianthe pinned to the wall. probably easier on the necromancer too, with the lack of straining involved. here, she can use the leverage of the wall to keep ianthe trapped between its surface and the press of her own body, nudging forward until she’s fitted herself to ianthe’s back. ]
But if anyone can handle it, I know it would be you.
[ she nips gently at the curve of ianthe’s shoulder, almost as an afterthought, another blunt scrape of teeth. ]
Because you remind me of me. Determined. Powerful. Unapologetic.
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