[ While he hungers, has always hungered, and has always burned and yearned for more, Cassiasn would never consider himself greedy. He has always been selfless to a fault, burning up in the atmosphere in order to create a better tomorrow for the mortals that so many of their kind seemed to think less of. He's never understood why (though that isn't even entirely true because in his moments of madness he has thought of them as nothing more than food to fill the black hole inside of him that demanded to be fed) when they are the reason they exist in this realm at all. Perhaps that's why he fights so hard for them in spite of the odds.
The responsibilities of the Herald of the Fettered are never far from his mind. Even when he returns like this without memories, without knowledge of many of those that he'd come to cherish and hold close to his heart, that truth is something he cannot shake. But here in this room, offering worship to Yennefer, all other thoughts are left at the door. She commands all his attention, and rightly so. Her keens and sighs are the sweetest sound and encourages him, driving the greed and desire in him as his pants tighten. But even that goes ignored. Yennefer's pleasure is his singular focus. The room that shifts around them, the heady power of magic and stardust are of little consequence to him as his tongue draws a long, languid lick against her slick folds. His mouth comes to rest against her clit sucking and swirling against that bundle of nerves with his tongue before pulling away with a satisfied hum at her taste. ]
So more of this? Or -
[ He wets two fingers, coating them in his spit as he slowly begins to them into her while never taking his gaze off of her. ]
More of this?
[ Something wicked gleams in his eyes, purposefully keeping his mouth away from her. She's never been quiet and for that he's always adored her. If she wanted something else she would tell him. Of that he does not doubt. ]
probably should have put the nsfw warning up earlier but AH WELL HERE WE ARE NOW NSFW!!
The responsibilities of the Herald of the Fettered are never far from his mind. Even when he returns like this without memories, without knowledge of many of those that he'd come to cherish and hold close to his heart, that truth is something he cannot shake. But here in this room, offering worship to Yennefer, all other thoughts are left at the door. She commands all his attention, and rightly so. Her keens and sighs are the sweetest sound and encourages him, driving the greed and desire in him as his pants tighten. But even that goes ignored. Yennefer's pleasure is his singular focus. The room that shifts around them, the heady power of magic and stardust are of little consequence to him as his tongue draws a long, languid lick against her slick folds. His mouth comes to rest against her clit sucking and swirling against that bundle of nerves with his tongue before pulling away with a satisfied hum at her taste. ]
So more of this? Or -
[ He wets two fingers, coating them in his spit as he slowly begins to them into her while never taking his gaze off of her. ]
More of this?
[ Something wicked gleams in his eyes, purposefully keeping his mouth away from her. She's never been quiet and for that he's always adored her. If she wanted something else she would tell him. Of that he does not doubt. ]