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Yennefer grits her teeth as she watches the king from Kovir slide his hand to the small of Tissaia's back. the sorceress is standing next to him, rendering the touch completely unnecessary, but it's not even his boldest move of the night. When he'd reached for a roll from the platter across the table, he'd let his hand graze none too subtly across Tissaia's chest. Yennefer knows this is part of the game they must play as sorceresses—has been on the receiving end too many times to count—but it's different when it's Tissaia. And it's different when she has to watch .
She trusts Tissaia and knows for a fact that the other woman has no interest in the aging king's advances. She's tolerating them solely because she wants to arrange a beneficial trade deal between Kovir and Temeria, and allowing the king's hands to wander a little greatly increases her chances of success. It's purely business to her, but Yennefer knows it isn't to the king. He sees Tissaia as something to be coveted and possessed, not a powerful mage who could wipe him from existence without so much as lifting a finger. In his eyes, she is no more than an attractive woman who he has deigned to give an illusion of power to.
It's torture to stand here on the periphery of the room watching him treat Tissaia like his own personal plaything. This feast has been dragging on since noon, and the clock struck half past eleven not long ago. An entire day of restraining herself from stalking across the room and cursing the king's hands for daring to touch Tissaia has worn her down, and she doesn't know how much longer she can last.
Tissaia glances over at her and blue eyes soften almost imperceptibly. A hint of the tension bleeds from Yennefer's body as her lips quirk at the edges, and she sighs. She loves Tissaia, she truly does, and she would do almost anything for the woman, but this is quite possibly the most difficult thing that has been asked of her to date. She's possessive by nature, and she doesn't enjoy having to sit passively and give what is essentially her tacit approval of the situation.
I'll make it worth your while later.
The words whisper across her mind, and Yennefer bites back a smirk. She likes the sound of that.
But only if you behave yourself. The dancing is yet to come.
And just like that, all of her enthusiasm evaporates. Because if this is how handsy the king is while they're sitting and eating, she can only fucking imagine what he's going to be like when he's got even more of an excuse to let his hands wander.
Yennefer groans and sags back against the wall, cursing whatever gods have seen fit to have a laugh at her expense for the evening.
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She lasts for three dances.
In the first, the king's hands stay in largely appropriate regions. One hand rests on Tissaia's shoulder, and the other is on her waist. It's still irksome to have to see anyone besides her touching Tissaia, but Yennefer can contain herself as long as he behaves.
The second dance sees things start to go downhill. The hand on Tissaia's shoulder shifts so that his thumb is able to sweep under the fabric of her dress and across the smooth skin between her clavicle and breast. It makes Yennefer's nostrils flare, and she fights the urge to sever his hands from the rest of his body.
She thinks she's still doing a rather admirable job of controlling herself up until midway through the third dance. At that point, the king's hand slides from Tissaia's waist to cup her ass, and even from a distance Yennefer can see the way his fingers squeeze.
She's halfway across the dance floor before she even realizes she's moving, and she smoothly cuts in between them.
"I'm so sorry to interrupt, your highness," she says, "There's an urgent matter that has arisen and requires the Archmistress's attention. I'm sure you understand."
The king pouts and Yennefer takes a deep breath to contain the desire to punch his doughy face.
"I regret I shan't have the opportunity to enjoy your company the rest of the evening," he says, grasping Tissaia's hand and raising it to his lips to press a wet kiss against it. "Perhaps if you're able to resolve this matter with due haste, you'll return for another dance?"
"Perhaps," Tissaia replies, and before she can say anything else Yennefer is practically dragging her out of the room. She knows Tissaia may be irritated with her for interrupting a carefully-planned strategic seduction, but she couldn't stand watching his pathetic attempts at groping for another second.
She chances a glance at Tissaia as she guides the smaller woman back to their shared quarters and can't tell what she's thinking. Tissaia's neutral face is the stuff of legends, and even after all these years Yennefer still has trouble deciphering it. But Tissaia isn't yelling at her (yet), so that's certainly a good sign. There's a chance she's just waiting until they get into the room so they don't attract any unwanted attention, but that's never stopped her before, so Yennefer lets herself relax a little.
When they're safely in their bed-chamber with the door shut behind them, Tissaia turns to look at Yennefer, who promptly holds up her hands in a placating gesture.
"In my defense, I lasted far longer than the last time you took me to an event and I had to watch those oafs paw at you." She holds her breath while she waits to see if Tissaia buys it. There's a few seconds of tense silence before Tissaia huffs out a laugh and shakes her head with fond exasperation.
"That you did, darling. But would it have killed you to at least let him finish the dance?"
"Yes." Yennefer's response is instantaneous, and she steps into Tissaia's personal space. She places her hands where the king's had rested, the desire to reclaim what he'd dared to touch flaring hot and dark in her belly. "You have no idea how painful it is to watch other people throwing themselves at you like that."
Tissaia hums and leans up to brush a teasing kiss against Yennefer's lips. "Is that so?" When she gets an emphatic nod in response, she bites her lip and looks up through her lashes with a sultry smile. "Then let me make it up to you."
Yennefer licks her lips at the thought. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well," Tissaia says, drawing the word out, "I was thinking that it's only fair that you have my undivided attention for the rest of the night. With access to touch and claim as much as you want, since you had to restrain yourself all day."
Yennefer's pulse quickens at what Tissaia is suggesting. She's had a few particular ideas she's been wanting to test out, and this could be the perfect opportunity. Plus, it's not often that Tissaia asks for something like this.
Because that's what this is—underneath the carefully planned proposal, Yennefer knows that this is Tissaia's way of asking her to take control for the night. It warms her heart now just as much as the first time, the thought that Tissaia trusts her to take care of her and make her feel good settling low in her stomach.
"As much as I want?" she asks softly, testing the offer to see if there are limits.
Anything you want, darling.
Yennefer chokes back a groan and tries to calm herself. It won't do to lose control so early in the night—not with what she's got planned.
"Clothes off," she murmurs, running a finger down the front of Tissaia's dress. "And then lay back on the bed."
The smaller woman begins to follow her instructions, and Yennefer goes to the wooden chest at the foot of the bed. She kneels in front of it and opens the heavy lid so that she can peer inside. They've used so many of the toys, now—explored realms of pleasure that Yennefer hadn't even known existed before Tissaia. But there are still several that haven't seen as much use. She selects one of those, along with the burgundy bindings, before closing the lid with a quiet thump.
When she rises, she sees Tissaia sprawled across the bed, pale skin glowing in the candlelight. She looks like a goddess made flesh, and not for the first time Yennefer finds herself breathless at the fact that she's allowed to touch the vision in front of her. Her eyes wander down Tissaia's body, drinking in every curve and plane.
"Move a little farther up the bed," she says quietly. She fully intends to make this last as long as possible, and that will be far more pleasant for Tissaia if her neck isn't stuck at a funny angle with no pillow to support it.
Once she's satisfied with how the smaller woman is positioned, Yennefer crooks a finger and the bindings drift through the air to lazily wrap around Tissaia's wrists. The fabric tightens and then encircles a section of the headboard that has ornate cutouts in the woods. Yennefer has always thought that they would make a rather appealing place to anchor bound wrists, and she's pleased to see the way the angle pulls Tissaia's arms above her head without overextending her shoulders.
Yennefer walks to the head of the bed, still fully clothed, and hums under her breath as she slips a finger under the wrist bindings to check their tightness. She can feel the way Tissaia's eyes are tracking her every move, but she purposefully avoids making eye contact. She spent hours having to stare at Tissaia while the other woman barely acknowledged her presence; now that she has the opportunity to turn the tables she intends to make the most of it.
Her check of the bindings complete, Yennefer steps away from the bed. A small whine from Tissaia breaks the quiet, and Yennefer smirks.
"You're in for a long night if you're already this worked up."
She doesn't get a response. No matter. This is all part of the game she's chosen to play tonight.
Yennefer turns her back to Tissaia and murmurs a few words to undo the lacing at the back of her dress. She slips the fabric from her shoulders slowly, knowing that Tissaia's eyes are glued to her. A quick glance over her shoulder confirms that the smaller woman is staring hungrily at each successive inch of skin that's revealed as Yennefer lets the dress slide fully down to pool around her feet.
She's wearing a black shift underneath, but the thin material leaves little to the imagination. Yennefer smiles to herself when she hears Tissaia's breath catch in her throat as she drops the shift, leaving her entirely bare. She twists around in a way that she knows gives a particularly nice view of her curves.
"Like what you see?" she asks cheekily, doing a small twirl for good measure. She suffered and bled to have this body, and there's not an ounce of shyness in her about showing it off. Even if there was, though, the way that Tissaia watches her with undisguised want would chase any misgivings away in a heartbeat.
Yennefer moves to the bed and climbs onto the edge of it, settling herself in between Tissaia's legs. She trails a finger up one thigh, brushing past the patch of neatly trimmed curls to continue a path up to Tissaia's neck. Yennefer pauses there, the nail scraping at the delicate flesh of the woman's throat before she shifts her weight to her knees and leans up so that she's hovering over Tissaia.
She can feel the way Tissaia's chest is heaving as she breathes, hot puffs of air brushing against Yennefer's face as she dips her head down to kiss Tissaia. She keeps it intentionally light, meaning to frustrate rather than satisfy, and the disapproving noise that Tissaia makes when Yennefer pulls away tells her she's been successful.
Yennefer props herself up on her elbows as she kisses a trail down Tissaia's neck and onto her chest. It's not often she gets the chance to take as much time as she wants to explore the smaller woman's body; usually one or both of them get too impatient to see such explorations through to their conclusion. But tonight, she's very much looking forward to the slowness. The want that's been simmering in her all day is growing steadily, and she wants to transfer the heat into Tissaia until she's desperate and begging for release.
She starts by mapping every inch of Tissaia's neck. Tissaia tilts her head back onto the pillows to give her more room to work, a soft sigh escaping her lips, and Yennefer rewards her with a light nip. Her tongue follows the line of the delicate tendons flexing beneath pale skin, and she presses open-mouthed kisses to Tissaia's collarbone. She knows Tissaia loves when she uses her teeth (though the smaller woman would never admit it), and for that reason alone she keeps her ministrations to mostly lips and tongue with only the occasional scrape of teeth to keep Tissaia on edge.
Yennefer drifts down to Tissaia's chest, moving from her left shoulder to her right as she continues her exploration. With every pass she gets closer to the tops of Tissaia's breasts, and she can feel the way Tissaia is trying not to squirm beneath her in anticipation. But instead of continuing down, Yennefer allows herself a small smirk as she takes a detour to work her way over the length of Tissaia's arms. They're pulled taught above Tissaia's head, and Yennefer knows she's giving a bit of a show when she stretches her own body up to reach them, her breasts just a few inches above Tissaia's face. There's a spot near the woman's inner elbow that she knows makes her go weak in the knees, and she sucks at the skin there until Tissaia is gasping.
She switches to the opposite arm, giving it the same attention as she brings her hands up to rub at Tissaia's wrists. She's enjoying seeing how far she can push Tissaia like this, and she gets her answer a second later when a hot mouth unexpectedly closes over her own nipple. Her yelp of surprise turns into a low moan as Tissaia sucks, teeth dragging over the sensitive flesh as her tongue swirls. It makes her head go fuzzy for a minute, but then she remembers what she's supposed to be doing and reluctantly pulls away until Tissaia is forced to let her go.
"Impatient," Yennefer murmurs, trying to quell the pounding between her legs and regain her focus. Tissaia raises an eyebrow.
"Just trying to remind you of what a mouth can do when properly applied, darling."
By way of answer, Yennefer shifts so that she can lower her mouth to the skin just below Tissaia's breast, knowing there's a particularly sensitive patch of skin right.... there . Tissaia arches off the bed, a low moan falling from her lips, and Yennefer smirks.
You don't like the way I'm applying my mouth?
Cheeky girl Tissaia gasps, hands tugging at her restraints in frustration. Yennefer knows it's probably killing her to not be able to reach down and tangle her fingers in her hair to hold her in place, and she slides further away from Tissaia's breasts in spite of the groan it earns her.
She mouths at a hipbone before continuing down to lavish attention on Tissaia's legs. She loves the fine, downy hair on the inside of Tissaia's thighs, the curve of her ankle. Every inch is thoroughly explored and appreciated before she repeats the process on the other leg, watching through hooded eyes as Tissaia alternates between melting into the soft touches and straining against her bonds as she searches for some sort of relief.
It takes everything in her not to nuzzle into the heat that she can feel radiating from Tissaia's core, but she forces herself to bypass it in favor of making her way back up to Tissaia's mouth. She kisses the smaller woman deeply, tongues sliding against each other until Yennefer is forced to pull back to breathe. Yennefer rests her forehead against Tissaia's and stares into blue eyes for a few moments, losing herself in the swirl of emotion and desire she sees reflected there. She knows what a privilege it is to be able to touch Tissaia like this, and she never wants to lose sight of what an incredible, perfect thing it is to have the other woman's trust.
Gods, I love you she breathes across their mental bond, unable to help the swell of emotion. Tissaia's lips curl into an affectionate smile and she leans up as best she can to brush a sweet kiss against Yennefer's lips.
I love you too , she replies. Her smile turns mischievous and she bucks her hips up into Yennefer. Though I might love you even more if you would touch me.
Yennefer smirks and trails a finger down Tissaia's chest, idly circling a nipple. I had to stand there and watch you for hours . I intend to make you wait every bit as long as I had to.
She feels Tissaia gearing up for a response, and she rolls her nipple just hard enough that it interrupts the smaller woman's train of thought. Her other hand comes up to work at Tissaia's other breast, pinching and kneading until Tissaia is trembling beneath her. Yennefer dips her head to take a nipple into her mouth, laving her tongue back and forth across it until a high keening sound erupts from Tissaia's throat. It's a noise she only makes when she's feeling particularly needy and desperate, and Yennefer hums appreciatively.
She releases the nipple from her mouth, letting her teeth scrape over it for good measure, and slides her hands down to grasp at Tissaia's hips for a second before continuing down to the woman's thighs. Yennefer urges Tissaia to spread her legs wider so that she can settle between them more easily, and when she's satisfied with how the smaller woman is positioned she casually reaches over and grabs the toy she'd selected.
A whispered word in Elder brings the fake cock to life, the length of it warming as it vibrates in her hand. She drags the tip of it across Tissaia's stomach in a tantalizingly slow journey to where she needs it most, and Tissaia twists and bucks her hips in an attempt to get closer.
Yennefer removes the toy for a second, but before Tissaia can complain two fingers dip into the wet heat between her legs. The younger woman pumps them in and out at a leisurely pace, admiring the way her fingers look disappearing inside of Tissaia, the obscene noises they make from how wet the woman is.
Tissaia moans when Yennefer scissors her fingers inside of her, but the moan morphs into something closer to a shriek when the vibrator is unexpectedly pressed to her clit. Yennefer can't help the devilish grin that spreads across her face as she feels the way Tissaia's body begins to tighten, primed from the extended foreplay she's already endured. She keeps the vibrator held in place just until Tissaia's inner walls begin to flutter around her, and then she smoothly pulls it away.
A groaned protest leaves Tissaia as her body sags against the mattress, denied the last bit of stimulation it needed, and Yennefer waits until she calms before returning with the vibrator.
She repeats the process too many times to count, until it becomes an erotic rhythm—work Tissaia up as close to the edge as she can manage, waiting until she's just about to fall over it, and then stopping everything. Occasionally she'll use the vibrator inside of Tissaia, or lean down to press her mouth to Tissaia's clit, but her favorite is having her fingers inside. From inside, she can she feel every minute response that Tissaia tries to hide from her, the faint contractions signaling the exact moment to pull away and leave Tissaia gasping and begging for more.
They've done this before, but never quite like this—and never for so long. Out the window she can see the moon slowly making its way across the night sky until it's dipping towards the horizon, the hours passing in a haze of pleasure. Every time she shifts, Yennefer can feel the flood between her own legs demanding attention, but she forces the need aside. She keeps going, working at Tissaia's body until the smaller woman is so sensitive that it feels like the barest touch will be enough to catapult her into an orgasm.
During a pause while she waits for Tissaia to settle, Yennefer's eyes roam the woman's body to admire her work. Pale skin is flushed a delightful shade of red all the way up Tissaia's chest, her bottom lip is pulled between her teeth as she pants, and her head is tipped back against the pillows in a way that exposes the long line of her neck.
Yennefer recalls her earlier thought, as she'd dragged her finger across the skin there, and eases up onto her knees so that she can smooth her hands up Tissaia's body. She toys with her breasts for a few seconds, unable to resist, but then one hand slides up until it's resting lightly at the base of Tissaia's throat—no pressure, just the hint of a suggestion.
Blue eyes blink open to look at her curiously, and Yennefer presses down the tiniest bit while maintaining eye contact. As she does, she lets her other hand steal back down to trace circles around Tissaia's clit, and she watches with fascination as the combined sensations pull a growl from Tissaia. She feels the vibrations of it under her palm and watches as Tissaia arches, pushing up into the hand on her throat as she breathes a single word across their bond:
Harder.
The word sends a bolt of heat straight to Yennefer's core, and she flexes her fingers around Tissaia's neck, gradually increasing the pressure. This is new territory for them, and while it's reassuring that if anything goes awry Tissaia can tell her mentally (and can easily heal any resulting injury), Yennefer can't bear the thought of unintentionally hurting the woman.
But far from hurt, Tissaia is releasing tiny, breathy mewling sounds that are making Yennefer's head spin, and she keeps her hand on Tissaia's throat while she adjusts her position so that she can grab the vibrator once more and press it to the smaller woman's clit. The change in position also means that she's suddenly straddling one of Tissaia's thighs, and she can't help the groan that escapes her when lean muscle presses against her cunt. The arousal she's spent the last several hours tamping down comes roaring back with a vengeance as she grinds down against it, knowing she's leaving a slick trail against Tissaia's leg.
Yennefer gasps and slips the vibrator down to Tissaia's entrance, pushing it inside and thrusting it in time with her own movements. Her hand tightens around Tissaia's throat and she feels Tissaia shudder underneath her. She can tell the woman is balanced on the edge of a knife, the tiniest touch enough to send her careening over, but she wants her to wait just a little longer.
Not yet she breathes, feeling the pleasure churning deep in her gut as her hips keep moving and her clit slides against the smooth skin of Tissaia's thigh. I want us to come together .
She feels more than hears the whine Tissaia makes in response, the noise vibrating faintly along her palm as she thrusts the vibrator faster, her own hips beginning to lose their rhythm.
Please, Yennefer, please let me come Tissaia begs, her hips jerking up into each thrust, throat flexing underneath Yennefer's hand.
The sight of Tissaia reduced to a begging mess underneath her sends Yennefer over the edge with very little warning, and she cries out as pleasure overwhelms her. She jerks against Tissaia's thigh and manages a final thrust with he vibrator as she curls in on herself, gasping out Come with me .
Tissaia's back bows, snapping her off the bed with enough force that it almost dislodges Yennefer. Her mouth falls open but no sound comes out, and Yennefer feels the moment the smaller woman comes with an explosion of pleasure. The hours of teasing and edging culminate in a trembling orgasm that seems to make every cell in Tissaia's body tremble, and Yennefer releases her grip on the woman's throat as she comes. It seems to go on forever, and were it not for the ecstasy she can feel across their mental bond she would almost be concerned about the tremors that continue to race through the smaller woman.
When Tissaia finally sags against the bed, completely spent, Yennefer pulls the vibrator out and tosses it off to the side of the bed after quieting it. She makes quick work of the bindings, releasing Tissaia's arms and tenderly rubbing at the woman's wrists to soothe the reddened skin. Tissaia reaches blindly for her, eyes still closed, and tugs her closer until Yennefer is pressed against her side and she can nuzzle into the younger woman's neck.
They rest like that for several minutes, enjoying the peace of being in each other's arms. Yennefer can see the sky outside just beginning to lighten into dawn, and she sighs with satisfaction.
"I can practically hear your smug thoughts," Tissaia mumbles against her chest, and Yennefer shrugs unrepentantly.
"I'm not going to apologize for being pleased that I'm the one who gets to spend all night making you scream," she says, fingers brushing down the length of Tissaia's spine before settling around the curve of her hip and pulling her closer.
"You are rather good at that," Tissaia says fondly, lips pressing a soft kiss to Yennefer's neck. "Though I'm not sure I'll be able to walk to my morning meeting with the king."
"That's what they invented portals for," Yennefer replies with a smirk. "Though if he requires additional explanation on your nighttime activities I'd be happy to give him a demonstration." She wiggles her brows playfully and laughs when Tissaia shoves at her.
"You're incorrigible," Tissaia murmurs, but her tone is affectionate and she leans up to kiss Yennefer sweetly. "Now let me sleep for an hour, at least. Otherwise I'm liable to unintentionally agree to an ill-advised trade."
Yennefer nods and settles back against the pillows, savoring the warm weight of Tissaia's body lying half on top of her. She'll let the smaller woman sleep for now. And besides—sleep now just means an opportunity to investigate all of the creative ways she can wake Tissaia later. With visions of exactly how she intends to do that dancing through her mind, Yennefer closes her eyes and lets the soothing rhythm of Tissaia's breathing lull her to sleep.