[ He strokes at her tongue as she sucks. Now that is hot, both the action and the almost shy look she gives, submitting beautifully. He feels proud of her for making such a compliant gesture against her own wishes and proud of himself for getting her to this point. ]
You're a natural cocksleeve, so I'm expecting great things from this...
[ As he speaks, he pulls one of her hands to touch the bulge of his cock, bringing her to the zipper holding back that monster- luckily for her he has good control over its size and has kept it in the realms of feasibility for her to suck on without dislocating her jaw. But barely. ]
[Is she smirking? Yes. Just a little. Her mouth is otherwise occupied. The praise, no matter how small, seems to do wonders for her attitude. The confidence needs a bit of work - her fingers are trembling when he places her hand on his crotch - but it’s one thing at a time.
She unzips his trousers, glancing down and keeping her eyes on what she unleashes. Still big. Still menacing. But also enticing for whatever reason. Just looking at it is enough to temporarily scratch the itch his influence has over her.]
[ It's easy enough to say, if it's true or not, but it certainly looks that way as his thumb plays with her lips in such a way to have some drool slip out- it's cute to see her pretty, cold face literally drooling over his cock. ]
Tell me what you think of it...
[ The beastly dick is hers to do with as she pleases, or rather as he demands, as he pulls his thumb entirely out of her mouth and instead places both hands behind his head. The picture of relaxation. ]
[…It is? She doesn’t notice - at first. He moves his hand away from her mouth and - there it is. She wipes at her lips with the back of her hand, the one that isn’t on his dick.]
Mm. You already have an idea. [The softest snort of amusement.] I guess I could refresh your memory.
[There’s a lazy shrug of her shoulders, and she guesses she has to get on her knees or something. It’s been a while since she’s done this for someone. He seems perfectly content lounging there.
She ends up on the floor between his legs, both hands on his cock. It’s much too big. She has to stroke it with both. And she wonders how exactly he thinks she’s going to be able to use her mouth.]
[ The sweet mode sours instantly when he feels Wendy isn't fulfilling her role to the fullest. She gets a slap across the face, and his hand remains raised, ready to give her another backhanded strike if she fails him again. ]
I said to tell me what you think.
[ His dick has stayed at a manageable size for now, though certainly a challenge. But it's impossible to miss, with him in both of her hands, how smacking her made his dick pulse with the prominent veins flexing under her fingers. ]
[Okay, she was just trying to be cute and flirty and really didn’t deserve it this time.
His hand connects with her face and it hurts and she ends up whimpering, her own hands flying up to cover herself and prevent him from doing it again. He keeps his hand raised and she shrinks away, forcing herself not to cry although tears well in her eyes.
Of course he’s enjoying this. She could tell in that brief moment before she pulled her hands away from his dick - the way it pulsed beneath her fingers.]
I wasn’t - I didn’t - I’m sorry darling I didn’t mean to. Please forgive me.
[She wipes at her eyes and dares to lower her hands just a bit.]
[The way he regards her with that look, that overall feeling - it makes her feel so heavy, so ashamed, like it’s the most catastrophic thing she’s ever done. She doesn’t look at him directly, not after seeing him cross his arms, averting her eyes out of guilt.]
I’m sorry.
[And that’s all she says before she sets out to do what she’s been told to do, following his orders like a good girl should. Refusing to look up at him, her hands are back on his cock and she’s stroking him again, getting a feel for just how big he is before she dares press her lips to the head. Her methods are slow and calculated, like she’s really taking her time getting to know him intimately.]
[ Amazingly, Asura wasn't actually angling for nudes- he was hoping for something of her face, which has swiftly come be the symbol of happiness itself to him.
Titties, however, does the job very well. ]
Okay, I won't destroy the world now.
thank you! and that is the most accurate depiction of them ever 😂
[ Now that the destruction of the world has been prevented by a well timed tit pic, Yennefer sends him a short video of her smiling vibrantly and blowing him a kiss. Still naked, of course and not bothering to crop anything out. ]
You make it sound as if it is some meagre offering, and not a sight that changed not just my mood, but my life forever.
[ While he doesn't specifically mean her boobs, it's not untrue. He's never felt what he feels for Yennefer for anyone. The irresistible physical chemistry is just a part of it.
Asura responds with a picture of his own, blowing a kiss with both hands- one of his scarves is holding the phone. One of his little energy eyes floats from his lips, hitting the camera and somehow wafting from her screen. It's a little difficult to see what his surroundings are- deep in a cave, or a poorly lit stone building? Who knows. ]
[ She types it as if admonishing him, though there's no stopping the bright smile that spreads across her face at his poetic words, even as she lightly teases him for it. He's looked into her soul before, he knows that for all her prickly-ness (an understatement at times) she in fact, does truly enjoy his romantic overtures - whether violent or soft. The energy that brushes across her face from her screen makes her sigh. Eventually her attention is drawn to his surroundings. ]
I’m not. Only you can inspire me. My thistle, so lovely for her thorns, not despite them.
[ One of Asura’s favourite things about her is she seems to like him whatever mood he’s in. When he’s speaking smoothly or a goof, or smitten and awkward. ]
[ Yennefer leans back against the border of the tub and smiles at such sweet words, and how they fill her with delight at being so appreciated, something he's always been so wonderful at - making her feel adored. Something she has found lacking in so many partners before him, it nearly turns her into a romantic as well though she hasn't quite the same way with words as he---wait a minute, back to where he is. ]
Asura, are you locked in a tomb or have you decided to go rage spelunking and gotten yourself lost again?
[ Asura might be getting better at expressing romantic sentiments, ones which resonate specifically with Yennefer. He loves to express his love for those parts of her that no one else seems to tolerate, let alone adore. If he ever got her mad enough to try and blow him up, he'd even like that!
But it's real hard to come up with romantic words about angry cave dives that aren't awful sexual euphemisms. ]
What is it that you're looking for? Something so vastly important that it has kept you from my bed and left me wanting, which you know I hate.
[ Not known for her patience, Yennefer is tempted to just portal, completely nude, to wherever he is and see for herself. Considering her tempestuous nature, she's likely to attempt to blow him up at some point over the course of time. It's part of any healthy relationship. ]
Don't worry about it. It's nothing. But I might be a few hours longer.
[ And look, just because Yennefer's violent outbursts are utterly charming doesn't mean he won't try to artlessly dodge them. He is a big scaredy cat, after all. ]
[ Can you feel the shouting through text? Because she also shouted it aloud, to an empty room, while sighing in frustration. ]
Very well. But just know that when you do arrive back here I will likely be in a mood.
[ Unfortunately there currently exists no bath bomb to soothe the ire of Yennefer of Vengerberg. She'll probably just get more worked up the longer he makes her wait, both sexually and in terms of the anger which; could have a variety of outcomes. ]
[ Is this a sex dungeon or a regular dungeon, she thinks, in the back of her mind; but NO she's too furious to give into that little spark of lusty curiosity. She's just going to stay fuming. ]
Just HURRY UP and get back here! And I MAY not greet you with a bolt of lightning.
[ Okay, to be fair, she's probably still going to do that. But then again he might like that, so maybe she'll have to think of a different punishment. ]
Thistle, please don't pick on me! I'm working on something!
[ Yes, he's gotten attached to the thistle pet name. And they both know he loves being picked on. Even severe shock will just get him off.
He goes silent for a while, focusing on getting back his treasure, but not for personal, material reasons. He'd wanted to gift her something from a treasure collection that adventurers just couldn't keep their mitts off of.
His appearance with the prize is dramatic- he bursts in, his grin broad and unhinged, covered in blood- red. Not his. ]
I'm here!
[ The obtained treasure is small enough to fit into his clasped hand, keeping it hidden from Yennefer. ]
[ He absolutely does say things to rile her up sometimes. It’s a symptom of loving seeing her unhinged! He makes up for it by being a shy little awed worshipper sometimes and a smooth operator others. ]
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