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Yennefer peeks her head out into the hallway, glancing around conspiratorially before ducking back into the room when she sees that the coast is clear. Tissaia is supposed to be teaching late tonight, but she figures it can't hurt to be too careful.
When the door shuts behind her, Yennefer turns her attention to the room in front of her. It's technically Tissaia's room, though she supposes it's more theirs at this point. She can't remember the last time she spent a night in her own room. Honestly, she mostly uses it as a glorified closet at this point, only returning when she wants a particular dress that she hasn't yet brought to Tissaia's room.
The contents of Tissaia's room are familiar and comforting in their orderliness: the way the chair is tucked into the little desk in the corner, how the bed linens are neatly folded, the small mirror hanging on the wall. There are bits of her own chaos here and there, these days—a dress thrown haphazardly over the back of the chair, one of her boots lying under the bed. But it feels like them, and she loves that.
There is, however, one thing in the room that remains a mystery: a massive mahogany chest tucked against the far wall underneath a window. Yennefer has asked Tissaia about it too many times to count, but she never gets a real answer. As the weeks have dragged on, Yennefer has decided that she simply needs to take matters into her own hands. If Tissaia won't tell her what's in the chest, then she'll just break into it.
The idea occurred to her last week, but she found that the chest was sealed with several complicated enchantments. She hadn't been able to get it open, but the level of security had only heightened her interest in the chest's contents. What could possibly be so important that Tissaia keeps it locked away under both physical and magical key?
She'd spent a few days in the library to work out how to break the magical wards on the chest, and with any luck, she'll finally be able to solve the mystery tonight. She hasn't really thought about what she'll do when she sees what the chest contains; that's a problem for future Yennefer, and her main interest is currently very much in the present.
She kneels in front of the chest and murmurs a few words to undo the enchantments, and she grins when the lock pops open with a satisfying click. Her fingers slide under the edge of the lid and carefully lift it open. She ducks out of the way when it opens fully, just in case whatever is inside is dangerous, but when nothing happens she leans up to peer over the edge at the contents.
Her eyebrows promptly raise so high that they nearly disappear in her hairline.
Inside the chest, on top of a maroon silk cushion, rest an incredible array of what Yennefer recognizes as sex toys. She's no stranger to sex—has had quite a bit of it, actually, of all varieties and with more people than she can count. She likes to think that she's well-versed in the many different ways that pleasure can be felt and shared with another, but this...there are some items in the chest that she's not even sure the purpose of.
Not that she's not intrigued by them. Because she is. More so when she thinks about the fact that it's Tissaia who has all these toys tucked away, which means it's likely that she's used them at some point.
She's often teased Tissaia for being a bit of a prude—how could she not, with those high-collared dresses and the almost never-ending supply of self control the other woman seems to possess? Since they've been together she's seen a different side to the woman, one that's unbridled and responsive and gloriously open, but this chest is something else entirely.
She's wondered, sometimes, what she has yet to discover about Tissaia. Even now, when Tissaia lets her in and doesn't try to hide what she's feeling, Yennefer knows that there are still some things that go unspoken between them.
It's not a surprise to know that Tissaia has kept some things from her; the woman has lived centuries, after all, and neither of them are what could even conservatively be deemed as competent when it comes to talking about things. It had taken Yennefer more or less jumping Tissaia in her office to finally get them to so much as acknowledge what had been building between them since Sodden, after all, and they still don't verbalize more than is strictly necessary.
So no, it's not that Tissaia has kept a piece of her life separate. That's understandable. Yennefer's confusion stems more from why Tissaia wouldn't want to share this with her. Again, it's not like she's shy about sex, so she doesn't think it's because Tissaia is worried about scaring her off.
And now she's a little irritated that she's had to find out about it this way. Just the thought of Tissaia using some of these toys (On herself? On others?) is enough to make Yennefer ache with desire, and it pains her to think that Tissaia might not have wanted to share this with her.
She's so deep in thought that Yennefer misses the sound of quiet footsteps coming down the hallway and the door opening on silent hinges.
"Have you never heard that it's poor manners to dig about in other people's belongings?"
She whirls and sees Tissaia standing by the door, watching her with an amused expression. The panic of being caught snooping is somewhat tempered by the fact that Tissaia doesn't seem overly upset with her, and Yennefer opts for her best contrite smile.
"Can't blame a girl for being curious."
Tissaia arches an eyebrow in a way that suggests that she can, in fact, blame a girl for being curious, but Yennefer stands up before she can say anything else. The younger mage won't be distracted from her discovery.
"Why did you hide this from me?" And she doesn't mean to let the thread of insecurity creep into her voice, but she can't help it. There are too many questions spinning about in her brain, and the only reason she can imagine for Tissaia concealing the chest is if she's not interested in sharing its contents with Yennefer.
Tissaia catches the tone, because of course she does, and she steps closer with a faint frown on her face. Yennefer crosses her arms across her chest and tries not to let her emotions run wild across her face. That tiny line in between Tissaia's brows appears that always makes Yennefer want to smooth it away with her thumb, but she resists the urge. She's upset, damn it, and if Tissaia is frowning than it's her own fault.
"What's wrong?" Tissaia asks, searching her eyes. And Yennefer really, truly doesn't want to give in so easily, but she can't resist the blatant care and concern written across Tissaia's face.
"Do you not want—" she hesitates, unsure of exactly what to say, before finally just going for it. "Do you not want this with me?"
And instantly, Tissaia's hands are cradling her face, and the woman has the nerve to laugh .
"Sweet, foolish girl," she murmurs, "I want everything with you."
"Then why?" Yennefer asks. "Why hide this from me?"
And Tissaia's eyes soften even more. "I wasn't hiding it from you, Yennefer. We have all the time in the world—centuries, hopefully—and it simply didn't seem important right now. I wanted to learn you, learn what you like, without the use of any external aids first. I didn't realize it was bothering you so much."
"Well it wasn't, until I saw what it was you'd been keeping locked away," Yennefer grumbles, but there's no bite to her words. How can she possibly stay mad when Tissaia is being so sweet? "Although I must say, my interest is now officially piqued. Who knew you had it in you?"
Tissaia's smile shifts into more of a smirk, and Yennefer's knees go weak. It never ceases to amaze her the reaction that the other woman can elicit with a simple look.
"Many people," Tissaia purrs, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Just because you seem convinced to believe I'm a prude does not mean the rest of the continent shares that assessment."
And she knows Tissaia is just trying to get a rise out of her, but she can't help the hot flare of jealousy that strikes her as she imagines Tissaia with other people.
"Seeing as how nobody seems available to vouch for that," she says with a challenging look, "You'll forgive me if I don't believe it until I see it."
It's a weak barb. She already knows at least some part of what Tissaia is capable of, and even in their (apparently tame) lovemaking, she's consistently had her mind blown. But it seems to do the trick, and Tissaia takes the bait with a small shake of her head.
"Prove it?"
Yennefer nods, and Tissaia purses her lips and tips her chin at the chest.
"Then pick one."
That pulls Yennefer up short. She glances over at the chest and then back at Tissaia, who just arches an eyebrow at her and motions for her to go look.
She peers over the edge of the chest and looks at the contents with fresh eyes. There is no shortage of inspiration to select from, but she knows what she wants the moment her eyes land on it.
"This one."
She points at it and Tissaia's eyes darken as she nods, reaching into the chest and pulling it out. But to Yennefer's great disappointment, she merely sets it on the desk. She starts to protest but is silenced by the firm press of lips against her own, and she melts into the kiss.
With the context of their conversation and the generally sky-high level of arousal she feels at the mere thought of Tissaia, it doesn't take long before Yennefer is a gasping, writhing mess. She mewls when Tissaia nudges her backward until she collides with the wall. The duality of soft curves against her front and hard, unyielding stone to her back is decadent, and Yennefer tips her head back and lets Tissaia take the lead.
"As if you ever had it to begin with," Tissaia mutters against her throat, and Yennefer starts. "You're projecting rather loudly, darling," Tissaia says, punctuating the words with a sharp nip to her collarbone.
Out of sheer spite Yennefer projects the sting from the bite extra loudly, but she promptly regrets her choice when Tissaia sends the sensation back at her multiplied tenfold. She moans as a wave of wanting, pleasure mixing with pain, washes over her, leaving her panting for air.
She realizes a bit belatedly that Tissaia has pulled away from her, and she reaches out to try to pull the woman back. Her fingers close around nothing but air, and she blinks as she tries to focus her hazy vision enough to see where Tissaia's gone.
Her mouth goes dry when Tissaia suddenly reappears in front of her sans clothing. When her eyes skim down Tissaia's body they widen as she realizes that Tissaia has somehow managed to get the toy on in a matter of seconds. When she steps closer, the length of the toy cock presses between them, and Yennefer can't resist reaching down to grasp it.
There must be some enchantment, because it feels warm and heavy in her hand, like it's actually an extension of Tissaia's body rather than a toy. She glances down to try to get a closer look and is caught off guard when Tissaia spins them so that she's between Yennefer and the wall.
"Go on then," she says, her voice pure seduction. "You're welcome to look."
And Yennefer might be a mess of desire and need, but she can still play this game just as well as Tissaia. She maintains eye contact as she slowly sinks to her knees in front of the woman, savoring the way Tissaia's eyes glaze over slightly and her mouth drops open.
With the fake cock now at eye level, Yennefer takes her time to study it. It's big—as she wraps one hand around it in a loose fist her fingers can't quite close around its girth. As she pumps her hand up and down the length a few times, just testing how it moves in the harness that's keeping it attached to Tissaia's hips, she watches the way Tissaia's breathing speeds up, a gorgeous flush creeping up her chest.
Still keeping her eyes on Tissaia's, Yennefer leans in and takes just the tip of the cock into her mouth. Tissaia's eyes slam shut, and Yennefer mentally grins at the victory. She begins to bob her head up and down, sucking and hollowing her cheeks around the toy with enthusiasm that surprises even her. She's never done this before on a toy, and if someone had asked her ten minutes ago whether she'd be into it she probably would have wrinkled her nose and asked what the point was if the other person couldn't feel it.
But now, looking up at Tissaia, Yennefer finds the whole thing wildly, unfathomably hot. Every time the base of the toy presses against her, Tissaia makes the most delicious little whimper, and her hips have started bucking a little.
You look so beautiful down there on your knees for me.
The words echo across her mind and Yennefer squirms, uncomfortably aware of the wetness between her own legs. She starts to slip a hand underneath her skirts, but Tissaia fixes her with a fierce look.
Not until I say.
Yennefer whimpers a little but nods, returning her focus to the task at hand. She feels fingers weave into her hair and looks up to see Tissaia watching her with a curious expression. The fingers tighten, holding her in place as Tissaia's hips cant forward with a bit more purpose, and Yennefer has to close her eyes as she realizes what Tissaia is asking. The hand in her hair starts to retreat and her eyes snap back open as she reaches up to catch Tissaia by the wrist, preventing her form moving away any further.
Yes.
Her answer sounds breathy and wanton even telepathically, but she doesn't care. Tissaia looks like she wants to devour her alive, and Yennefer adjusts her position and relaxes her jaw slightly as Tissaia begins to move. The hand at the back of her head holds her steady, the pressure a calming reassurance as Tissaia's hips begin to fuck the cock into Yennefer's mouth at a faster pace. She's not sure exactly what the toy has on Tissaia's end—maybe an insert that goes inside, or perhaps just something that puts pressure on her clit—but regardless, she's clearly enjoying herself. Her abs are tensing and her head is tipped back against the wall, and Yennefer thinks she's never seen anything more beautiful.
When blue eyes open to meet her adoring gaze, Yennefer feels a tremor run through Tissaia's body. The woman starts to pull back, but Yennefer follows her with her mouth, pressing forward until she's taken the whole length into her mouth, her nose brushing against soft curls. A muttered swear from above is her only warning before Tissaia's hips jerk sharply and her whole body tenses.
A sharp rush of pleasure sweeps through her that Yennefer recognizes as an unconscious projection, and she reciprocates, sending back exactly how turned on she is by this whole situation. Tissaia groans as her body relaxes, and Yennefer slowly pulls back. She gives a little parting lick to the tip of the toy and Tissaia chuckles.
Wicked girl.
And Yennefer can't argue with that. She doesn't want to, either, not when it means Tissaia is pulling her up and quickly stripping her out of her dress and practically throwing her on the bed.
Hands and knees.
Yennefer does as she's told and shivers as she feels Tissaia climb onto the bed behind her. The cool air of the room is almost painful against her heated flesh, and she thinks she's probably wet enough that Tissaia can see it even from a distance.
Tender fingers stroke a line down her spine, nails scratching gently before sliding further down to cup Yennefer's cunt. She chokes on a breath and immediately tries to push back into the touch, but a firm hand comes to rest on the back of her neck, pressing her down to the mattress and holding her there. Everything in her wants to keep fighting to just get Tissaia to fuck her already, but she forces her body to still.
Good girl.
The praise rips a moan from her lips and she whines with the effort of not grinding back against Tissaia in search of something . Her patience is rewarded a second later as those glorious fingers begin to stroke her, dipping inside before skittering upward to rub tight circles around her clit.
I'm not going to last if you keep doing that she pants, feeling the tightening coil low in her belly.
That's the hope.
The smug reply is paired with the fingers against her clit speeding up until Yennefer comes with a shout. It's over too quickly, and she's still trembling with need even before the waves have receded.
So fucking gorgeous.
Tissaia's voice in her head makes her swoon. The other woman rarely swears, and Yennefer considers it a personal point of pride when she's able to provoke to the point of losing her inhibitions regarding proper language.
Tissaia adjusts her position, and Yennefer keens when she feels the blunt head of the toy glance over her folds.
Please, Tissaia, I need you inside—
The rest of her sentence dissolves as Tissaia pushes inside her, sheathing the full length of the toy in clinging heat with a single motion. Yennefer's mouth drops open in a silent scream as she registers the sensation of absolute fullness. It's divine , and she can already feel herself tightening around the toy.
She wants to draw it out as long as possible, but when Tissaia starts to move all conscious thought leaves her mind. All she can focus on is the absolutely sinful drag of the toy against her walls as Tissaia starts a slow, steady rhythm, pulling almost all of the way out before thrusting back in. The way the flared head of the toy catches at her entrance has Yennefer biting the side of her own hand to try to muffle the obscene noises she knows she's making.
Don't. I want to hear you.
Then half of Aretuza will hear me as well Yennefer shoots back, but she's already moving her hand away.
Good. I want them to know exactly who it is that makes you scream.
And oh , Yennefer has totally got a thing for Tissaia's possessive streak. She doesn't let it out often, even when Yennefer needles her, but when she does it tends to end very, very well for the younger mage.
Her thrusts begin to pick up speed, and Yennefer is practically sobbing into the blanket now. Every single nerve ending is occupied with the sensations Tissaia is stirring in her, and she almost can't handle the tension climbing higher and higher within her.
Tissaia seems to be in a similar situation, if the gasps coming from behind her are anything to go by, and Yennefer twists her neck so that she can get a glimpse of the woman behind her. Tissaia looks radiant, lean muscles tightening and bunching as she thrusts into Yennefer relentlessly, and when their eyes lock Yennefer nearly comes apart.
Come with me she gasps out. I want to come together.
For a second she doesn't know if Tissaia has heard her, or whether she'll listen even if she has, but then a hand slips around her hip until deft fingers can press against her clit, and that's all it takes. Yennefer sees stars as her awareness narrows to the way the toy feels inside her, the pressure of Tissaia's fingers against her clit. She comes screaming Tissaia's name, clamping down on the toy as she shudders. A second burst of pleasure ripples over her and she feels Tissaia's hips jerk once before stilling, the other woman's body curving over her as she trembles.
She doesn't know how long they stay like that, aftershocks rolling over them, but eventually she becomes aware of Tissaia shifting and pulling back. There's a sharp ache between her legs without the toy there, but Yennefer smiles as she flops back onto the pillows. She hears a few sounds off at the edge of the bed and then Tissaia is curling up next to her, placing soft kisses along her collarbone and tucking a stray curl behind Yennefer's ear.
Yennefer relaxes under the ministrations, enjoying the tender touches. It's one of her favorite things. No matter what, after every time they've had sex Tissaia has done this. It's like a ritual, and it makes Yennefer feel like someone precious and cared for.
You are precious, silly girl Tissaia murmurs, and Yennefer turns to catch her lips in a sweet kiss.
I know.
She stretches a little, arms above her head as she elongates her spine and relishes in the soreness she can already feel settling into her muscles.
"Well, one thing is for certain," she says with a mischievous look. Tissaia looks up at her.
"What's that?"
Yennefer can't help the shit-eating grin that spreads across her face as she replies, "If anyone managed not to hear me screaming your name, the fact I'm going to be walking funny for a week will certainly clue them in."
Tissaia groans and shoves her away, but Yennefer pulls her back for another kiss. It's soft, and perfect, and she can already feel sleep hinting at the edges of her consciousness. As she succumbs, a brief flash of the chest's contents flits across her mind, and she dreams of all the possibilities still to discover.