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.
[A calming, secure feeling filtered into her arousal. She didn't feel trapped between the wall and sorceress but held between them. Safe. Wanted. Just from Yennefer's presence and touch. Total dommy mommy.]
I like compliments. Flattery will get you everywhere.
[ it’s an answer that yennefer herself would have given around the same time in her own life, so similar that for a moment, she has to hide her smile against ianthe’s shoulderblade, playfully butting the younger woman’s body with her forehead. ]
That’s more like it.
[ but she doesn’t anticipate the belt will come off tonight, not if ianthe is keen on behaving for as long as they’re meant to be wearing them. that doesn’t mean yennefer’s hands won’t wander, skimming up ianthe’s stomach until she can palm over the curve of a breast. ]
I wouldn’t say it if it weren’t true. [ a pause, as she thumbs over ianthe’s nipple. ] Is this what you wanted?
[With a smile, Ianthe turned her head so the other cheek rested against the wall. The warmth of Yennefer's hand engulfing her tit was a balm, but almost immediately turned incendiary with teasing touch.]
Yeah. Could use a bit more filth. I like hearing what you want to do with me. Lights up the Almond Room nicely.
[ it clears her mind, in a strange way — keeps her from lingering on things she’d rather not be distracted by right now, like her own deeper feeling, and she’s closed herself off from whatever the larger debate amidst the rest of the group is because she simply doesn’t want to get involved.
ianthe’s body against hers is familiar, warm skin beneath her fingers a reassurance on its own, every hitching breath keeping her firmly in the moment. ]
How much would you enjoy it if I slapped you? Your face, your tits. [ she hasn’t really spanked anyone since alina, during the demonstration. she’d been surprised by how much she enjoyed it then. ] Your ass, while I fucked you.
[In a time and place of uncertainty and turmoil, it was so nice having this. Steady, dependable, pleasurable, comfortable. Sexy as hell.
Ianthe hummed throatily, pressing her chest into Yennefer's touch. She liked pain and didn't hide that fact, but some ways if delivering that pain required certain circumstances. These scenarios were a wonderful thought.]
Oh, I'd like that a lot. Only slap my face if you're inside me, though. The others? Pulling my hair at the same time just makes it better.
And I’d fuck you the same way you’ve fucked me, even if I had to use a harnessed cock to do it with.
[ she doesn’t have the power capability to craft herself a cock the way ianthe can, but she’s seen some of the options that have been made available to them in the past — the toys and other phalluses that seem not only offered but encouraged for use, and she might have acquired at least one ahead of a void expedition, when they were all being instructed to sate zadza beforehand.
her fingers tweak and pull ianthe’s nipple a little more roughly, pinching as she muses aloud. ]
Though I suppose the advantage there is it wouldn’t flag, either. I could fuck you into a limp puddle of limbs with something like that.
[The moan Ianthe gave wasn't from the attention to her nipple (though that certainly helped) but the prospect of Yen wearing a strap, going at her however she wanted, wherever she wanted.]
Haven't been dicked down by a woman in years. Please, Yen... I want that.
[She squirmed a little more, wondering if her arousal was starting to slip past the confines of her belt down her inner thighs.]
[ yennefer actually sounds a little surprised by that admission, but she's more emboldened by ianthe's response to her suggestion, especially since they've only ever done that particular act one way. knowing that the younger woman is just as interested in changing their roles is a heady thought all on its own, and yennefer presses her hips forward for a blatant extra measure, the mimicking of a sharp thrust even if she doesn't have the harness on at the moment. ]
You'd like it hard, I imagine. Merciless. Both of us drenched in sweat by the time I'm through with you.
[ sweat and other slickness, most likely, but she sends that visual image to ianthe without describing it aloud, nudges it into the necromancer's mind — the two of them stripped and glistening, yennefer kneeling behind ianthe or between the vee of her thighs, coaxing a dildo into the tight heat of her cunt and then fucking her punishingly. ]
How many times could I wring release from you? Until you lose count? Until we both do?
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[ 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.
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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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[A calming, secure feeling filtered into her arousal. She didn't feel trapped between the wall and sorceress but held between them. Safe. Wanted. Just from Yennefer's presence and touch. Total dommy mommy.]
I like compliments. Flattery will get you everywhere.
[Well. Almost.]
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That’s more like it.
[ but she doesn’t anticipate the belt will come off tonight, not if ianthe is keen on behaving for as long as they’re meant to be wearing them. that doesn’t mean yennefer’s hands won’t wander, skimming up ianthe’s stomach until she can palm over the curve of a breast. ]
I wouldn’t say it if it weren’t true. [ a pause, as she thumbs over ianthe’s nipple. ] Is this what you wanted?
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Yeah. Could use a bit more filth. I like hearing what you want to do with me. Lights up the Almond Room nicely.
Are you enjoying it? You're very good at this.
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[ it clears her mind, in a strange way — keeps her from lingering on things she’d rather not be distracted by right now, like her own deeper feeling, and she’s closed herself off from whatever the larger debate amidst the rest of the group is because she simply doesn’t want to get involved.
ianthe’s body against hers is familiar, warm skin beneath her fingers a reassurance on its own, every hitching breath keeping her firmly in the moment. ]
How much would you enjoy it if I slapped you? Your face, your tits. [ she hasn’t really spanked anyone since alina, during the demonstration. she’d been surprised by how much she enjoyed it then. ] Your ass, while I fucked you.
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Ianthe hummed throatily, pressing her chest into Yennefer's touch. She liked pain and didn't hide that fact, but some ways if delivering that pain required certain circumstances. These scenarios were a wonderful thought.]
Oh, I'd like that a lot. Only slap my face if you're inside me, though. The others? Pulling my hair at the same time just makes it better.
[She wet her lips again.] Yeah. Yeah.
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[ she doesn’t have the power capability to craft herself a cock the way ianthe can, but she’s seen some of the options that have been made available to them in the past — the toys and other phalluses that seem not only offered but encouraged for use, and she might have acquired at least one ahead of a void expedition, when they were all being instructed to sate zadza beforehand.
her fingers tweak and pull ianthe’s nipple a little more roughly, pinching as she muses aloud. ]
Though I suppose the advantage there is it wouldn’t flag, either. I could fuck you into a limp puddle of limbs with something like that.
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Haven't been dicked down by a woman in years. Please, Yen... I want that.
[She squirmed a little more, wondering if her arousal was starting to slip past the confines of her belt down her inner thighs.]
Give me that, please.
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[ yennefer actually sounds a little surprised by that admission, but she's more emboldened by ianthe's response to her suggestion, especially since they've only ever done that particular act one way. knowing that the younger woman is just as interested in changing their roles is a heady thought all on its own, and yennefer presses her hips forward for a blatant extra measure, the mimicking of a sharp thrust even if she doesn't have the harness on at the moment. ]
You'd like it hard, I imagine. Merciless. Both of us drenched in sweat by the time I'm through with you.
[ sweat and other slickness, most likely, but she sends that visual image to ianthe without describing it aloud, nudges it into the necromancer's mind — the two of them stripped and glistening, yennefer kneeling behind ianthe or between the vee of her thighs, coaxing a dildo into the tight heat of her cunt and then fucking her punishingly. ]
How many times could I wring release from you? Until you lose count? Until we both do?
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