[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?
[There was a year and a half before her arrival in Rubilykskoye where Ianthe had nothing but her own hand to keep her satisfied. And upon being here... no woman has gone at her with a toy or been given a fleshy phallus to fuck her with. So it had been over two years if not longer. Most people here in this place tended to see Ianthe and assumed she naturally took to a dominant role because of her confidence and demeanor. It didn't help that her romantic relationships were both incredibly submissive.
But Ianthe liked this. She liked Yennefer's gentle dominance as much as she craved some hardcore bondage. The image, little play, filtered over the psychic connection and the thrust of hips, had Ianthe moaning again, throaty and lustful.]
Fuck, Yen. Perfect... so good, so... fuck, you could even choke me while dicking me.
[Like with slapping her face, breath control was something she liked and allowed only when her partner was inside her.]
So many. Come so many times. Fuck, Yen, I wish you were inside me now.
[Fucking belts, but Ianthe asked for this, so she'd suffer.]
[ it's rare that yennefer allows herself to be truly unguarded in front of anyone, rarer still that she presents herself as someone to be dominated when the opposite role is one that she'll reach for instead. perhaps it works to mutual advantage, then, that ianthe wants this from her, and doesn't seem at all bothered by the notion of yennefer stepping into this position, since she'd asked for it in the first place.
yennefer's not going to dwell too long about what it means that ianthe seeks this from her in particular, or that she's content to wield a more dominant hand against the younger woman, especially since doing so would impact the power of the moment itself. ]
Seems you have more than one idea on your own. You barely even need me to feed them to you.
[ the fingers in ianthe's hair tighten for another grip that pulls the other woman's head back again, even while the strength of hips keeps her lower half pinned tight to the wall. ]
I could still touch you. Just not with my hands. [ the real question is whether the belt is so snug that not even a flow of chaos-controlled air could slip beneath it, funneled between ianthe's thighs for some desired pressure. ]
[Ianthe had high standing in the Rubean community; her chastity belt was comfortably fitted and not torturous to wear, unlike some other void-touched. But Ianthe was trying to be a good girl.
The press of Yennefer at her back... such skill to hold her there with just her hips. Ianthe groaned with the renewed grip on her hair, allowing her hardened nipples to frame the wall again. She was flushed and worked up.]
[ after all, yennefer's entirely aware of the reason for her being here, the request ianthe had made — but what's proven more of a surprise is what yennefer derives from this herself, what stokes satisfaction in her while they're only initiating so much direct contact.
the sensation of yennefer's magic replaces the pinning pressure of her hips, flows of air keeping the other woman pinned to the wall, leaving one of her hands available to stroke down ianthe's side, over the flare of a hip until her fingers find the confines of the belt. ]
[The wetness was already slipping free of its confines, dampening her inner thighs, but Iathe wasn't going to tell Yennefer that. The sorceress knew exactly what she was doing to Ianthe. It was exactly what she'd wanted, the distraction she needed, with promises for future fun when these belts weren't necessary.]
Trying to be a good girl. Need to be one. Fuck.
[Did Yennefer know how easily she held Ianthe in the palm of her hand? She wanted to be touched, wanted to come, wanted to be denied it.]
[ her voice is low, and could almost be mistaken for nonchalant, but there's a subtle quickness to her breathing that betrays the fact that yennefer is more affected by this too, more than she might fully be willing to let on. she's meant to be taking up a role of authority, of taking ianthe out of her own head, of inflicting torment and promise in the same breath. the last thing she can afford is to indulge too greatly.
in the end, she wills herself back from that urge, fingers gripping a bit harder at ianthe's hip above the belt's confines, tipping her head forward until it playfully butts into one of ianthe's defined shoulderblades. ]
[Ianthe could hear Yennefer's heart thudding in her chest, practically taste her arousal on her tongue through the contact via her necromancy. She ached to have more of Yennefer, but her breath hitched. Ianthe had issues with men treating her like this, but women, especially a woman like Yennefer...
One hand dropped from the wall to reach back for Yennefer, unbidden and unconsciously. She wasn't supposed to touch. Trying to be a good girl, didn't mean she was capable of it.]
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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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But Ianthe liked this. She liked Yennefer's gentle dominance as much as she craved some hardcore bondage. The image, little play, filtered over the psychic connection and the thrust of hips, had Ianthe moaning again, throaty and lustful.]
Fuck, Yen. Perfect... so good, so... fuck, you could even choke me while dicking me.
[Like with slapping her face, breath control was something she liked and allowed only when her partner was inside her.]
So many. Come so many times. Fuck, Yen, I wish you were inside me now.
[Fucking belts, but Ianthe asked for this, so she'd suffer.]
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yennefer's not going to dwell too long about what it means that ianthe seeks this from her in particular, or that she's content to wield a more dominant hand against the younger woman, especially since doing so would impact the power of the moment itself. ]
Seems you have more than one idea on your own. You barely even need me to feed them to you.
[ the fingers in ianthe's hair tighten for another grip that pulls the other woman's head back again, even while the strength of hips keeps her lower half pinned tight to the wall. ]
I could still touch you. Just not with my hands. [ the real question is whether the belt is so snug that not even a flow of chaos-controlled air could slip beneath it, funneled between ianthe's thighs for some desired pressure. ]
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The press of Yennefer at her back... such skill to hold her there with just her hips. Ianthe groaned with the renewed grip on her hair, allowing her hardened nipples to frame the wall again. She was flushed and worked up.]
Whatever you want, Yen. This sweet torture.
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[ after all, yennefer's entirely aware of the reason for her being here, the request ianthe had made — but what's proven more of a surprise is what yennefer derives from this herself, what stokes satisfaction in her while they're only initiating so much direct contact.
the sensation of yennefer's magic replaces the pinning pressure of her hips, flows of air keeping the other woman pinned to the wall, leaving one of her hands available to stroke down ianthe's side, over the flare of a hip until her fingers find the confines of the belt. ]
Leaving you dripping beneath this thing?
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Trying to be a good girl. Need to be one. Fuck.
[Did Yennefer know how easily she held Ianthe in the palm of her hand? She wanted to be touched, wanted to come, wanted to be denied it.]
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[ her voice is low, and could almost be mistaken for nonchalant, but there's a subtle quickness to her breathing that betrays the fact that yennefer is more affected by this too, more than she might fully be willing to let on. she's meant to be taking up a role of authority, of taking ianthe out of her own head, of inflicting torment and promise in the same breath. the last thing she can afford is to indulge too greatly.
in the end, she wills herself back from that urge, fingers gripping a bit harder at ianthe's hip above the belt's confines, tipping her head forward until it playfully butts into one of ianthe's defined shoulderblades. ]
Well, you know what good girls get, eventually.
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One hand dropped from the wall to reach back for Yennefer, unbidden and unconsciously. She wasn't supposed to touch. Trying to be a good girl, didn't mean she was capable of it.]
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