Yeah...I noticed ya've been better 'bout keepin' yer business private than I have. Though...
[He shakes his head.]
I wouldn't call me an' Dana 'lovers', by any stretch.
[A couple of fucks for practical reasons is a far cry from that. Sweeney just wants Yennefer to know, in case she's curious. But that's not the point of the conversation.]
But that ain't where I was goin'. [He sounds a little apologetic for the sidetrack.]
I just figured her comment 'bout me-- [The one about being too territorial to share.] --was a good time ta note that her name was at the top'a our list, if she ended up takin' an interested in a sharin' thing.
By all accounts, she seems interested. Brought yer name up first, actually.
Just...wanted you ta know.
[In case all three of them are interested. Enough for something sooner, rather than later.]
Perhaps, but that doesn't mean I haven't had my own dalliances here and there.
[ Just like she doesn't begrudge Sweeney his, especially given what so often requires sating here — and in instances that are so often beyond their ability to track each other down first. She can't claim exclusivity over him in that regard; it would be unfair for her to demand the same.
But there's also a reason Yennefer keeps her mind largely closed from the Void-Touched's larger psychic awareness; if she lowered the guards she maintains, it would be difficult for her not to pick up on many different conversations beyond the ones she's directly having. The obvious solution is to often shut herself away from most of it, unless someone alerts her to something important. ]
Interested... in sharing both of us. Together.
[ She echoes it, mostly to ascertain that she's understood him correctly, not out of lack of interest or questioning. ]
And that's a possibility you'd also be interested in? [ Since he's sought her out to inform her, that would seem to be the case, but she never likes to embrace assumption. ] If we three are ever in a position to do something about it?
[Oh. Right. Her name had been at the top of his list. Yennefer had offered another. There's a flicker of sorrow at the fleeting thought of Vex, but that's not what this conversation is meant to be about. It's supposed to be a good thing. Or at least, a hopeful one. Sweeney refocuses.]
It is. [The answer is honest; there's no point in hiding it.]
If...if it's somethin' you'd enjoy.
[He hopes that it is, but now he feels a touch shy, like he's been caught half-naked in her kitchen with white petals in his hair.]
[ While she's never been entirely forthright about the extent of her past intimacies with the bard, she also wouldn't shy away from sharing any particular stories, if the conversation ever shifted into more explicit anecdotes. ]
I've tasted her before. [ Perhaps it would only benefit her to be more candid, in this instance. ] And I'd assume you've done the same, given that we share the same link to her.
[ If there is a shyness she can sense, she does her best to offer the psychic equivalent of reaching out to take his hands in hers, thumbs caressing over his knuckles. ]
If anything were to transpire, I'm sure we would all enjoy ourselves. Immensely.
In truth, if we are being invited to stay here a bit longer than planned...
[ She's choosing her words carefully in that regard, especially since there's no way to tell which conversations may be getting eavesdropped on while they're in the Duchess' territory. ]
Then the sating of certain energies will likely be necessary.
[ Especially when emotions will only be running higher, given their circumstances. ]
Best to continue ensuring that cooler heads prevail.
Well, a bed would make things more comfortable for all of us, I think. The larger, the better.
[ Amusement brims through the connection, since she's aware of the effect this is likely having on him. ]
Though much can certainly be accomplished with mouths and fingers. [ She's actively thinking now, humming once, soft and tuneless. ] Do you think two cocks are necessary when one is more than up to the task?
[Oh, it's definitely having an effect. And it leaves tiny flashes in his mind as it dances between potential positions and combinations, returning repeatedly to the image of her smiling. Not the tiny, secretive smile that she tends to keep to in public, but that exquisite, unapologetic one that makes his heart overfull. An intimacy, just for him, getting to see her naked, far deeper than her bared skin. But then she's asking questions, and Sweeney deters.]
Flatterer. [He teases.]
I just haven't watched you with a woman. I don't know what might rile ya different.
[Sweeney gets a bit more wicked.]
An' I wouldn't complain if I could feel her even fuller, with you inside her.
[Yennefer in a strap and him buried deep, rubbing against each other with little flesh between them; that isn't a terrible thought.]
But I certainly ain't gonna complain 'bout keepin' to the basics.
[It's not like they've ever brought toys into their own encounters. Sweeney doesn't see the need to do so now.]
Between the two of us, I'm certain we could ensure that she's amply filled.
[ And if Sweeney's not opposed to the idea of her wearing a very particular kind of harness, wielding an appendage that might not nearly come close to rivaling his in size — to say nothing of fitting a lithe, willing nymph between them, squeezing in alongside each other inside her — it's safe to say that Yennefer's having some very pleasant thoughts indeed. ]
If you find yourself in a position to secure something additional, then, bring it along.
[ She's wielded one before, with other women, Peony included, but it's still been some time since she had cause or excuse to — and she's certainly never done so alongside another partner. ]
[Fuck yes. Sweeney's doing his best not to count chickens before they hatch, but damn if it isn't hard when he's mentally shopping for this shit. Which does bring up something.]
You got a preferred material?
[He doubts silicone and latex are widely available, but fuck if he knows. It's not like he's had a lot of cause to sample the local offerings.
It's a little too easy to tell he's just happy about the idea of sharing someone with her. It doesn't really matter the shape of the act; it's just been a long time coming.]
[ Any phallus carved from wood and appropriately lacquered has done in a pinch, but it doesn’t make for the best option when attached to a harness, especially if they’re going to be attempting a variety of different positions — and she suspects, between the three of them, that might be the case.
She’s still faintly amused, mostly at his enthusiasm. ]
Should we see how much we can wring out of her before she’s too exhausted for more? [ Zadza is a natural part of it, but this can really be for their own shared enjoyment when all is said and done. ]
Mo aimitis, I have no intention of leavin' 'til both'a you are fully sated.
[An image passes through, more a memory than an intended goal, of her lounged back on their bed, sweaty and sticky, unable to shed that exhausted smile. Both of them knowing they'll need something to drink, eventually, but it just being Too Far, in the moment.]
I want you ta get what you want from it, as much as I do.
[It's not that he just wants some group sex. The point of the activity is sharing with her, as a couple. That's far different bird, in his book.]
Funny, that you think I'll let you go that easily, regardless.
[ She understands his meaning, but she's also rarely put herself in the position of being so exhausted, so limp and sweaty and in dire need of a bath. With more than one of those present in the castle, the luxury of washing afterward is more convenient — but she's not opposed to being pressed to her limits in that regard, especially with multiple partners. ]
I already have what I want. This is just an additional benefit.
[Fucking hell. She can feel the way her words make him melt into a stupid schoolboy. Oh, to be wanted like that. By her. Sweeney still has no idea how he got so lucky.]
Well, I--
[He loses the words, his mind increasingly filled by thoughts of being with her; just the pair of them being ridiculously domestic. Making out in the kitchen, oiling her in the tub, grinning at each other beneath a pile of blankets. Sweeney tries to refocus.]
I--I can let ya--I mean, I don't wanna intrude further. [It only leads to a more honed sentiment, and it arrives with focused clarity and a bit of cheek.]
You keep talkin' dirty like that, an' I'm gonna hav'ta hunt ya down far sooner.
[ He knows better than anyone — most here, in fact — that outward sentiment isn’t her usual instinct, that she often waits until they’re alone to express such things. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t enjoy finding ways to surprise him, deftly delivering more overt affection when he doesn’t expect it. ]
I’m not otherwise occupied.
[ Which is likely for the better, given what the conversation has turned to, but she smiles nevertheless. ]
So you’re saying I should find a vacant bedroom and lie in wait for you, is that it?
[Now, that is some sublime temptation, and Yennefer can feel the way it makes him tingle, thinking of her tucked away, just for him. God, it has his trousers starting to constrict uncomfortably. The impulse is to say yes, but then he has another thought to add.]
I'm sayin' that I'd very much like ta pleasure you. If that happens ta involve you lyin' it wait, I'll be there with bells on. Or if this is one'a those times you rather make me wait fer the sake of the Wantin', well...yer worth it.
[Of course, he prefers the former, but if it'd get her hotter, he'll put in the extra time.]
There is something to be said for delaying pleasure, and what greater things it can lead to.
[ If he's willing to go to the effort of making arrangements for this particular rendezvous, then she's certainly willing to reward him along similar lines — but she doesn't really intend to deny him, not when doing so would also deny herself.
On a purely selfish note, she also wants the respite of his company, far away from other eyes, where she can let her hair down, both literally and metaphorically. ]
But I don't see any reason to be withholding tonight, do you?
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[He shakes his head.]
I wouldn't call me an' Dana 'lovers', by any stretch.
[A couple of fucks for practical reasons is a far cry from that. Sweeney just wants Yennefer to know, in case she's curious. But that's not the point of the conversation.]
But that ain't where I was goin'. [He sounds a little apologetic for the sidetrack.]
I just figured her comment 'bout me-- [The one about being too territorial to share.] --was a good time ta note that her name was at the top'a our list, if she ended up takin' an interested in a sharin' thing.
By all accounts, she seems interested. Brought yer name up first, actually.
Just...wanted you ta know.
[In case all three of them are interested. Enough for something sooner, rather than later.]
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[ Just like she doesn't begrudge Sweeney his, especially given what so often requires sating here — and in instances that are so often beyond their ability to track each other down first. She can't claim exclusivity over him in that regard; it would be unfair for her to demand the same.
But there's also a reason Yennefer keeps her mind largely closed from the Void-Touched's larger psychic awareness; if she lowered the guards she maintains, it would be difficult for her not to pick up on many different conversations beyond the ones she's directly having. The obvious solution is to often shut herself away from most of it, unless someone alerts her to something important. ]
Interested... in sharing both of us. Together.
[ She echoes it, mostly to ascertain that she's understood him correctly, not out of lack of interest or questioning. ]
And that's a possibility you'd also be interested in? [ Since he's sought her out to inform her, that would seem to be the case, but she never likes to embrace assumption. ] If we three are ever in a position to do something about it?
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It is. [The answer is honest; there's no point in hiding it.]
If...if it's somethin' you'd enjoy.
[He hopes that it is, but now he feels a touch shy, like he's been caught half-naked in her kitchen with white petals in his hair.]
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[ While she's never been entirely forthright about the extent of her past intimacies with the bard, she also wouldn't shy away from sharing any particular stories, if the conversation ever shifted into more explicit anecdotes. ]
I've tasted her before. [ Perhaps it would only benefit her to be more candid, in this instance. ] And I'd assume you've done the same, given that we share the same link to her.
[ If there is a shyness she can sense, she does her best to offer the psychic equivalent of reaching out to take his hands in hers, thumbs caressing over his knuckles. ]
If anything were to transpire, I'm sure we would all enjoy ourselves. Immensely.
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Well, perhaps some stars will align.
[They certainly haven't bothered to yet, and it's been a thought for a good while.]
Maybe sooner, rather than later, if we stay here long 'nough.
[Maybe? If he's lucky.]
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[ She's choosing her words carefully in that regard, especially since there's no way to tell which conversations may be getting eavesdropped on while they're in the Duchess' territory. ]
Then the sating of certain energies will likely be necessary.
[ Especially when emotions will only be running higher, given their circumstances. ]
Best to continue ensuring that cooler heads prevail.
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[Even if his head is only cooler because all of the blood in it has started to vacate south.]
Well, perhaps we can sort somethin' out. I--
[How to put it?]
--is there anythin' you'd want? A bed or toys or anythin'?
[The question clearly implies that he's willing to do the heavy lifting when it comes to setting things up, whenever the time comes.]
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[ Amusement brims through the connection, since she's aware of the effect this is likely having on him. ]
Though much can certainly be accomplished with mouths and fingers. [ She's actively thinking now, humming once, soft and tuneless. ] Do you think two cocks are necessary when one is more than up to the task?
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Flatterer. [He teases.]
I just haven't watched you with a woman. I don't know what might rile ya different.
[Sweeney gets a bit more wicked.]
An' I wouldn't complain if I could feel her even fuller, with you inside her.
[Yennefer in a strap and him buried deep, rubbing against each other with little flesh between them; that isn't a terrible thought.]
But I certainly ain't gonna complain 'bout keepin' to the basics.
[It's not like they've ever brought toys into their own encounters. Sweeney doesn't see the need to do so now.]
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[ And if Sweeney's not opposed to the idea of her wearing a very particular kind of harness, wielding an appendage that might not nearly come close to rivaling his in size — to say nothing of fitting a lithe, willing nymph between them, squeezing in alongside each other inside her — it's safe to say that Yennefer's having some very pleasant thoughts indeed. ]
If you find yourself in a position to secure something additional, then, bring it along.
[ She's wielded one before, with other women, Peony included, but it's still been some time since she had cause or excuse to — and she's certainly never done so alongside another partner. ]
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You got a preferred material?
[He doubts silicone and latex are widely available, but fuck if he knows. It's not like he's had a lot of cause to sample the local offerings.
It's a little too easy to tell he's just happy about the idea of sharing someone with her. It doesn't really matter the shape of the act; it's just been a long time coming.]
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[ Any phallus carved from wood and appropriately lacquered has done in a pinch, but it doesn’t make for the best option when attached to a harness, especially if they’re going to be attempting a variety of different positions — and she suspects, between the three of them, that might be the case.
She’s still faintly amused, mostly at his enthusiasm. ]
Should we see how much we can wring out of her before she’s too exhausted for more? [ Zadza is a natural part of it, but this can really be for their own shared enjoyment when all is said and done. ]
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[An image passes through, more a memory than an intended goal, of her lounged back on their bed, sweaty and sticky, unable to shed that exhausted smile. Both of them knowing they'll need something to drink, eventually, but it just being Too Far, in the moment.]
I want you ta get what you want from it, as much as I do.
[It's not that he just wants some group sex. The point of the activity is sharing with her, as a couple. That's far different bird, in his book.]
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[ She understands his meaning, but she's also rarely put herself in the position of being so exhausted, so limp and sweaty and in dire need of a bath. With more than one of those present in the castle, the luxury of washing afterward is more convenient — but she's not opposed to being pressed to her limits in that regard, especially with multiple partners. ]
I already have what I want. This is just an additional benefit.
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Well, I--
[He loses the words, his mind increasingly filled by thoughts of being with her; just the pair of them being ridiculously domestic. Making out in the kitchen, oiling her in the tub, grinning at each other beneath a pile of blankets. Sweeney tries to refocus.]
I--I can let ya--I mean, I don't wanna intrude further. [It only leads to a more honed sentiment, and it arrives with focused clarity and a bit of cheek.]
You keep talkin' dirty like that, an' I'm gonna hav'ta hunt ya down far sooner.
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I’m not otherwise occupied.
[ Which is likely for the better, given what the conversation has turned to, but she smiles nevertheless. ]
So you’re saying I should find a vacant bedroom and lie in wait for you, is that it?
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I'm sayin' that I'd very much like ta pleasure you. If that happens ta involve you lyin' it wait, I'll be there with bells on. Or if this is one'a those times you rather make me wait fer the sake of the Wantin', well...yer worth it.
[Of course, he prefers the former, but if it'd get her hotter, he'll put in the extra time.]
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[ If he's willing to go to the effort of making arrangements for this particular rendezvous, then she's certainly willing to reward him along similar lines — but she doesn't really intend to deny him, not when doing so would also deny herself.
On a purely selfish note, she also wants the respite of his company, far away from other eyes, where she can let her hair down, both literally and metaphorically. ]
But I don't see any reason to be withholding tonight, do you?
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I don't got one that puts 'nough weight on the scale ta keep me from yer side.
[They might as well get to brass tacks.]
You find a place ya like, an' I'll be there as soon as these twistin' halls allow.
[Hopefully, it won't be a problem.]