[ They did always have fun together. It's the kind of passion that came with friendship and trust. That came with young people learning their bodies and laughing at themselves on the way. For a time there, they had everything they needed in each other. Istredd doesn't know what would have happened if things had gone differently. He used to wonder, in those lonely years without her, but they would have been different people. They've found each other again here and now, in this place, as the people they are.
He's always found her undeniably beautiful. She never had to doubt his lust, his interest in her, she knew it was all genuine. Her eyes, her heart, her mind, that was what he hungered for. This body and face of hers are armor, and he used to hate that, but now as he looks at her, he can see a different type of beauty in it. This is the woman that Yennefer wanted to appear as. Who she felt she was inside. And he can love that and admire that without it needing to be better or worse. It's still always her. Any version of her. ]
I am going to show you how much I missed you. I want my mouth on every inch of your body.
[ Istredd is going to do that. He is going to let himself be consumed in her, making up for decades of being lost to each other, nothing between them but love and lust. He looks at her and sees all that he wants and has to accept he can only do one thing at a time. As much as he wants to get between her legs, have her fingers dig into his hair, get her to scream, it's just been too long. And the two of them are on fire for each other right this instance. The edge is too tight. ]
Later.
[ There will be a later. And a few more laters. Istredd wastes very little time once the last of their clothes are off and he moves on top of her. A hand moves down her body, over her breasts, curling around a thigh to encourage it over his hip. He never had a problem with her being on top, her favorite option, but right then, he feels like for both of their sakes, he needs to take this. He needs to take her, let her know that he can handle her, that he can meet her in the midst of her power and passion.
Istredd slides into her with a firm and sharp thrust, not taking his time like he might later, when they are getting re-acquainted and enjoying the reunion for what it is. This is a fundamental need to be inside of her, like he can't breathe until he is, and he does let out a sigh once he's cradled between her legs, relief striking him all at once. Finally, finally. Back where he belongs.
He pauses only briefly once fully seated so he can look down at her, searching those violet eyes he would walk over a valley of glass for. Istredd smiles and bites her bottom lip deliberately. ]
I love you.
[ He tells her now, before orgasm, before that bliss that will make him love everything in the universe, so she knows there is never an end of it. It's not a conclusion he gets to, it's the start of it. That message given, Istredd doesn't bother with either of them having to wait now. He starts a bruising speed right away. He wants her out of her mind, her dark hair scattered on the bed. Each thrust is thorough, nothing shallow, pulling out all the way and pushing sharply back in each time. He needs her nails in his skin, her hunger.
They made love many, many times during their training, and sometimes they would fuck like wild, usually when Yennefer felt especially powerful while excelling at magic, and that is exactly where he is at now. Istredd takes her like she used to take him, giving her back her passion and confidence and desire, kissing her jaw, her neck, biting on the skin right at her collar. ]
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He's always found her undeniably beautiful. She never had to doubt his lust, his interest in her, she knew it was all genuine. Her eyes, her heart, her mind, that was what he hungered for. This body and face of hers are armor, and he used to hate that, but now as he looks at her, he can see a different type of beauty in it. This is the woman that Yennefer wanted to appear as. Who she felt she was inside. And he can love that and admire that without it needing to be better or worse. It's still always her. Any version of her. ]
I am going to show you how much I missed you. I want my mouth on every inch of your body.
[ Istredd is going to do that. He is going to let himself be consumed in her, making up for decades of being lost to each other, nothing between them but love and lust. He looks at her and sees all that he wants and has to accept he can only do one thing at a time. As much as he wants to get between her legs, have her fingers dig into his hair, get her to scream, it's just been too long. And the two of them are on fire for each other right this instance. The edge is too tight. ]
Later.
[ There will be a later. And a few more laters. Istredd wastes very little time once the last of their clothes are off and he moves on top of her. A hand moves down her body, over her breasts, curling around a thigh to encourage it over his hip. He never had a problem with her being on top, her favorite option, but right then, he feels like for both of their sakes, he needs to take this. He needs to take her, let her know that he can handle her, that he can meet her in the midst of her power and passion.
Istredd slides into her with a firm and sharp thrust, not taking his time like he might later, when they are getting re-acquainted and enjoying the reunion for what it is. This is a fundamental need to be inside of her, like he can't breathe until he is, and he does let out a sigh once he's cradled between her legs, relief striking him all at once. Finally, finally. Back where he belongs.
He pauses only briefly once fully seated so he can look down at her, searching those violet eyes he would walk over a valley of glass for. Istredd smiles and bites her bottom lip deliberately. ]
I love you.
[ He tells her now, before orgasm, before that bliss that will make him love everything in the universe, so she knows there is never an end of it. It's not a conclusion he gets to, it's the start of it. That message given, Istredd doesn't bother with either of them having to wait now. He starts a bruising speed right away. He wants her out of her mind, her dark hair scattered on the bed. Each thrust is thorough, nothing shallow, pulling out all the way and pushing sharply back in each time. He needs her nails in his skin, her hunger.
They made love many, many times during their training, and sometimes they would fuck like wild, usually when Yennefer felt especially powerful while excelling at magic, and that is exactly where he is at now. Istredd takes her like she used to take him, giving her back her passion and confidence and desire, kissing her jaw, her neck, biting on the skin right at her collar. ]