He has allowed her this intimacy. Knowing what damage she can do, he still invites her closer. This vulnerability is so closely guarded in men. As though it would make them a lesser. Is that all it takes? Penetration? Her fingers never stray gentle, purposeful to clean away the crystal vial's oil. Touching the muscles of his arse, ensuring his comfort and cleanliness is not a demeaning task either. She doesn't need his help to clean her cunt though she imagines he would do so in the same manner.
"No perhaps at all. It's a certainty. You must go with a sorceress in tow. That seems to be the best way to get service. And I would not wish Phillipa on you."
Yennefer cups the water in her hands to rinse. "Should your commitment to memory change, the offer stands." The water runs down his skin and she gives a ridiculously small tap high on his rump to signal she's finished.
The water is getting cool. And she finds a want for more of the apple juice. Thoughts of leaving divert at the question. Her lips part and the first thing she thinks of is two--and it is not at all what their budding intimate friendship needs. No other person. No other party. And the mutual connection between them is as good as gone. Her fingers ball into fists at her own carelessness and she lets her eyes lift upward. "You are insatiable." And it's a giving, marvelous thing. The smile on her face is a true one. She should not be so greedy, so selfish. Talking of more fun and games is the way out of this and she takes it. Immediately. "Have you ever seen a woman in nothing but ropes and knots?"
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"No perhaps at all. It's a certainty. You must go with a sorceress in tow. That seems to be the best way to get service. And I would not wish Phillipa on you."
Yennefer cups the water in her hands to rinse. "Should your commitment to memory change, the offer stands." The water runs down his skin and she gives a ridiculously small tap high on his rump to signal she's finished.
The water is getting cool. And she finds a want for more of the apple juice. Thoughts of leaving divert at the question. Her lips part and the first thing she thinks of is two--and it is not at all what their budding intimate friendship needs. No other person. No other party. And the mutual connection between them is as good as gone. Her fingers ball into fists at her own carelessness and she lets her eyes lift upward. "You are insatiable." And it's a giving, marvelous thing. The smile on her face is a true one. She should not be so greedy, so selfish. Talking of more fun and games is the way out of this and she takes it. Immediately. "Have you ever seen a woman in nothing but ropes and knots?"