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The bed was comfortable beneath Yennefer, but it wasn't what gripped her attention at the moment.
Rather, the naked form of her lover still standing in front of her.
Yennefer had recently commissioned a phallic toy, crafted to the specification she knew would please her lover, after she stumbled upon, in quite a feat of chance, a spell that would let Yennefer feel everything like the toy was part of herself.
When she presented the idea to Tissaia, the other woman had hummed low, as if pleased by the idea. And so, here they were, Yennefer just having finished the enchantment of the toy. The instant the spell settled, sensation rose through her, sharp, electric, the arousal tingling down her spine like lightning.
"Come on, love. I want to feel you." Yennefer husked out, arousal almost painful already at the simple idea of the feeling.
With a grin at the tone, Tissaia moved towards the bed and straddled her slowly, a leg on each side of the younger mage's thighs. As she lined herself up with the toy and slowly lowered herself onto it, Tissaia locked eyes with her. Yennefer's breath hitched at the intensity of the sensations coursing through her. It was too much. It was never going to be enough. It felt like the whole world was now reduced to the heat engulfing her between her lover's thighs.
The low groan that escaped Tissaia's lips as she fully sheathed herself was enough to make Yennefer's hips buck up.
It was like a chain reaction. The thrust made Tissaia's hips start to undulate in short, deep movements, and Yennefer gripped her hips, urging her on, her own pelvis rising in time, following the rhythm her lover set.
Her hips met Tissaia's halfway, impaling her down her length with every movement. The sight of Tissaia above her, mouth open in pleasure, skin flushed, was almost too much to bear. The feeling, the sensation of her, warm and tight around her threatened to make her lose whatever control she maintained.
Tissaia could feel a whimper rising inside her at the pleasure she felt. The feeling of fullness was incredible, and knowing how affected Yennefer was with her was also terribly erotic. She leaned down and captured Yennefer's lips in a passionate kiss. Tissaia slowly glided her tongue over Yennefer's bottom lip, before softly biting it. She felt Yennefer's nails dig into her hips at the action, and, while she tried to chuckle, the younger woman pulled her down quicker onto her lap, making her moan.
As Tissaia's movements became more urgent, Yennefer could feel a pressure building within her, too. She knew the telltale signs of her lover's orgasm edge.
Tissaia cried out as she felt the wave of pleasure wash over her, her hips stuttering to draw out her pleasure, her whole body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. She could feel the desperation to come in the short, deep thrusts her lover still made with the leeway she had.
"Come while inside of me, Yen." Tissaia finally murmured against Yennefer's lips, her hips finding a slow, languorous pattern.
The words were enough to make Yennefer's back arch off the bed as she fell over the edge, sheathing herself as deep as she could inside Tissaia. When her shuddering subsisted, she pulled the older sorceress down to have her lay fully against her.
"Fuck, Tissaia." Yennefer rasped out in her ear, voice hoarse from effort and emotion. "I love you."
Tissaia hummed and placed a small kiss on the edge of her jaw. "And I you, my darling," she replied, her voice a gentle caress.
Yennefer smiled against her temple in contentment before slowly morphing into a smirk. "The great thing about this toy is that there is no need to wait. I can fuck you all night long if I so wish. So, my dear Rectoress, are you ready for round two?"
