[ All things end, all things change, and all things begin again. This is the beginning, a renewal of a cycle that Cassian understands and is one that he's all too familiar with by now that has become synonymous with Yennefer. He walks towards it without fear, without doubt, because he knows that something inside him understands that this is right. it doesn't occur to him to think of this yearning as an addition. Why would this desire, this need to be filled by her, be unhealthy? Why would it be harmful if it feels right?
All the hunger, all the longing for something to help fill the void calls to her and her powers, begging to be liberated. To let her rituals clean him. Consequences are the furthest thing from his mind when her power compels her to him in a way that no one else, no other mortal or god has ever done.
Her hum of pleasure is like music to his ears. In her presence he is laid low, nothing more than someone to worship her the way she deserves to be. The feeling of her fingers threading through his hair draws a sharp inhale as his lips find the space between her collarbones. His teeth scrap against the supple skin and he has to pull himself together for a moment. He nods.
One moment they're standing in the middle of that town square where mortals have been driven inside because of the sudden, mysterious sandstorm and the next they're in the Godlands. He doesn't remember having a domain of his own, but there's a quiet cabin, one that he knows is secluded, peaceful. Just for them. His reluctance to stop kissing her is palpable but it's a small interlude that he hopes she'll forgive him for. Sweeping her off her feet to carry her through the cabin to the bedroom, he places her on the ground up against the bed before slowly undoing the clasp holding her cloak together never once taking his eyes off of her. Before it even falls to the floor, he's gently slipping off the sleeves of her dress over her shoulders, pressing kisses to the exposed skin there.
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All the hunger, all the longing for something to help fill the void calls to her and her powers, begging to be liberated. To let her rituals clean him.
Consequences are the furthest thing from his mind when her power compels her to him in a way that no one else, no other mortal or god has ever done.
Her hum of pleasure is like music to his ears. In her presence he is laid low, nothing more than someone to worship her the way she deserves to be. The feeling of her fingers threading through his hair draws a sharp inhale as his lips find the space between her collarbones. His teeth scrap against the supple skin and he has to pull himself together for a moment. He nods.
One moment they're standing in the middle of that town square where mortals have been driven inside because of the sudden, mysterious sandstorm and the next they're in the Godlands. He doesn't remember having a domain of his own, but there's a quiet cabin, one that he knows is secluded, peaceful. Just for them. His reluctance to stop kissing her is palpable but it's a small interlude that he hopes she'll forgive him for. Sweeping her off her feet to carry her through the cabin to the bedroom, he places her on the ground up against the bed before slowly undoing the clasp holding her cloak together never once taking his eyes off of her. Before it even falls to the floor, he's gently slipping off the sleeves of her dress over her shoulders, pressing kisses to the exposed skin there.
Dark eyes flicker up towards her. ]
Is this what you had in mind?