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[ she laughs, shoving ianthe lightly. ]
You're ridiculous.
[ but her laughter settles down. ]
I did actually want to ask you one thing, while we're talking about it. Why does it have that— [ she holds her thumb up to indicate, wraps the fingers of other hand around it. ] It's like some kind of covering.
You're ridiculous.
[ but her laughter settles down. ]
I did actually want to ask you one thing, while we're talking about it. Why does it have that— [ she holds her thumb up to indicate, wraps the fingers of other hand around it. ] It's like some kind of covering.
[Ianthe's laughter died down to a chuckle. She tilted her head as she watched the hand gestures, trying to interpret them.]
Oh. That's just the foreskin. It's a normal part of the penis. Some cultures and religions cut it off a couple days after a boy is born. I'm not really sure why they do.
Oh. That's just the foreskin. It's a normal part of the penis. Some cultures and religions cut it off a couple days after a boy is born. I'm not really sure why they do.
[Now it's Ianthe's turn for hand gestures down between them.]
Like, if you just stretch the skin down toward the base, it's basically the same thing as a cut cock. If you like it better that way, I can make mine that way. Personally, it makes no difference to me.
Flesh is flesh.
Like, if you just stretch the skin down toward the base, it's basically the same thing as a cut cock. If you like it better that way, I can make mine that way. Personally, it makes no difference to me.
Flesh is flesh.
Then I'll keep it to my usual. You want me to change it anytime - even mid-fuck - I will.
Any other questions about my cock or anything else I can do? If you can imagine it, I can probably do it. Or figure out how.
Any other questions about my cock or anything else I can do? If you can imagine it, I can probably do it. Or figure out how.
[ she settles back, looking out at the town and really putting thought towards it. it's such an open offer that alina feels like she ought to have something to offer for it, something that would make ianthe feel like alina had put consideration towards it, that made her feel like alina valued her power and what it offered. ]
Could you— [ she stops. ] No. Never mind.
Could you— [ she stops. ] No. Never mind.
What? [Ianthe would accept an indication that Alina would think about it or even that she'd let her know if something came up, but that sounded like Alina actually had a thought.] Go ahead. No judgement.
[There's a moment where Ianthe tilted her head, eyes drifting up and away from Alina, where they clearly unfocus as she worked through the idea and calculations. It wasn't an unfamiliar look, but perhaps the first time Alina had real context as to what it indicated.]
Hm.
[She sucked on her teeth and scrunched up her nose a little in concentration before exhaling with a slightly creased brow.]
It's possible. I'd have to work on it and they'd probably lose girth just for my own comfort. Are you looking for both in your cunt at the same time or one in cunt and one in your ass?
Hm.
[She sucked on her teeth and scrunched up her nose a little in concentration before exhaling with a slightly creased brow.]
It's possible. I'd have to work on it and they'd probably lose girth just for my own comfort. Are you looking for both in your cunt at the same time or one in cunt and one in your ass?
[ she laughs. ]
Both in—? [ she sounds like she's ready to call that absurd, but she gets hung up on it because ianthe is asking very seriously. the kind of serious that suggests yes, it is possible, and then alina's head is going down the course of how anatomy works and childbirth and her humor fades into uneasy bewilderment. ] I was thinking different, uh, places.
Both in—? [ she sounds like she's ready to call that absurd, but she gets hung up on it because ianthe is asking very seriously. the kind of serious that suggests yes, it is possible, and then alina's head is going down the course of how anatomy works and childbirth and her humor fades into uneasy bewilderment. ] I was thinking different, uh, places.
[ A ring, he'd given her a ring once, but they hadn't kissed then. Everything haw tangled, the old and the new. Her thighs flex around his hips and he has to hide his face in her neck with the bones digging into his chest. It's good. It's grounding. It keeps him from spilling over into her. ]
I won't last.
[ How could he? ]
Look at me, [ he tells her, as his head lifts. ] Alina, can you hold off just a little longer?
[ It would be an unfair request, even if he hadn't reached down to press fingers to her, spark all this sensation higher. ]
Hold on for me.
I won't last.
[ How could he? ]
Look at me, [ he tells her, as his head lifts. ] Alina, can you hold off just a little longer?
[ It would be an unfair request, even if he hadn't reached down to press fingers to her, spark all this sensation higher. ]
Hold on for me.
[ she cries out as his chest settles against hers, the amplifiers digging cruelly into him like spines trying to fend him off. her whole body blooms with light, jerks up against him. panic spikes too, that he'll tumble over that edge without her.
she clings tighter, forgetting the bruising that aleksander's bones will leave in him. holds until he draws back, lifts his head to put room between them, and she mewls a helpless complaint right up until his fingers find her folds.
reeling, she clutches his shoulder for stability. ]
I can't. It's too much. [ her heels slide down his thighs. a scramble to hold herself against him, to rock her hips up to try and take more of him. to elicit some movement beyond just his presence filling her. ] Kolya.
she clings tighter, forgetting the bruising that aleksander's bones will leave in him. holds until he draws back, lifts his head to put room between them, and she mewls a helpless complaint right up until his fingers find her folds.
reeling, she clutches his shoulder for stability. ]
I can't. It's too much. [ her heels slide down his thighs. a scramble to hold herself against him, to rock her hips up to try and take more of him. to elicit some movement beyond just his presence filling her. ] Kolya.
[Ianthe chose not to state that she's had two in her cunt before (though one was a toy) in the past. She really didn't think pointing out that some people want two anally, which even she wouldn't do. She also bit back the urge to point out that if Alina was interested in doing it, she needed to be able to say it. The fact that they were taking at all about this was worth letting it go, since she knew what she meant.]
It won't be as deep a fucking given angles and all unless I go real long but then I lose some control. And I won't be able to alternate penetration like if it was you, me, and say... Nikolai, for example.
But yeah, I can do that. For you. Just for you.
It won't be as deep a fucking given angles and all unless I go real long but then I lose some control. And I won't be able to alternate penetration like if it was you, me, and say... Nikolai, for example.
But yeah, I can do that. For you. Just for you.
I have you, [ he soothes, softly against her mouth. And he does have her, his hand pinning her still against the bed. ] I’ll give you what you want.
[ When he moves, this too is done slowly. It is not unlike how he used her mouth; it is the same purposeful drag, the same downward slide, pressing deep into her. They’ve made this easy for themselves. Alina has made it easy, giving over to him so fully. The weight of this trust is hovering, near to hand when Nikolai can think of something other than Alina flushed beneath him, eyes wet with tears, begging as he drives down into her.
Maybe they won’t do this for long. Maybe only long enough for Alina to fall apart, and for Nikolai to angle himself to follow after her. It doesn’t matter, he knows. Like kissing her, it is a boundary that will reform to accommodate how much they both want to return to this. ]
[ When he moves, this too is done slowly. It is not unlike how he used her mouth; it is the same purposeful drag, the same downward slide, pressing deep into her. They’ve made this easy for themselves. Alina has made it easy, giving over to him so fully. The weight of this trust is hovering, near to hand when Nikolai can think of something other than Alina flushed beneath him, eyes wet with tears, begging as he drives down into her.
Maybe they won’t do this for long. Maybe only long enough for Alina to fall apart, and for Nikolai to angle himself to follow after her. It doesn’t matter, he knows. Like kissing her, it is a boundary that will reform to accommodate how much they both want to return to this. ]
[ the steady rock of his hips reduces her to whimpers, but it at least stops her squirming efforts to get more from him than he can give. her head lolls back against the pillow, and maybe she really is a saint after all because this certainly feels like something holy.
the weight of his palm on her abdomen makes her feel small—not in a way that diminishes, but in a way that reassures. he has this under control. she can let him take care of it, of her. he wants that responsibility. she wonders, distantly, if he can feel himself as he thrusts into her. it feels like he fills her so deeply, so fully, that each thrust must push against his palm, strain against the confines of her body.
she doesn't last. she hadn't been lying. the touch of his hand, the friction of his cock stretching her—it's too good, too much, and she is wholly opened to it. her breath catches in her throat, and though she tries to cry out as her muscles wind suddenly tight, it is a wordless shout, as her lungs squeeze as tight as her cunt does, pushing all the air out just like she tries to push him out and hold him inside at the same time. her cunt wrings hot and tight around him, a sudden vise.
it isn't intentional, the way her legs tighten around him too, trying to draw him deeper. utterly unconscious, driven by animal need and the natural tensing of muscle. and later, she will feel guilty for it, wondering if she was not more like aleksander than she wanted to admit, making difficult her assurance that nikolai could safely pull out before he finished.
because whether that part of her was at the forefront now or not, some part of her did want that. she wanted him to fill her, mark her, wash away any trace of what had come before. ]
the weight of his palm on her abdomen makes her feel small—not in a way that diminishes, but in a way that reassures. he has this under control. she can let him take care of it, of her. he wants that responsibility. she wonders, distantly, if he can feel himself as he thrusts into her. it feels like he fills her so deeply, so fully, that each thrust must push against his palm, strain against the confines of her body.
she doesn't last. she hadn't been lying. the touch of his hand, the friction of his cock stretching her—it's too good, too much, and she is wholly opened to it. her breath catches in her throat, and though she tries to cry out as her muscles wind suddenly tight, it is a wordless shout, as her lungs squeeze as tight as her cunt does, pushing all the air out just like she tries to push him out and hold him inside at the same time. her cunt wrings hot and tight around him, a sudden vise.
it isn't intentional, the way her legs tighten around him too, trying to draw him deeper. utterly unconscious, driven by animal need and the natural tensing of muscle. and later, she will feel guilty for it, wondering if she was not more like aleksander than she wanted to admit, making difficult her assurance that nikolai could safely pull out before he finished.
because whether that part of her was at the forefront now or not, some part of her did want that. she wanted him to fill her, mark her, wash away any trace of what had come before. ]
[ there is the flutter in her chest to consider. the way her whole body warms at ianthe's assurance that this is for her and only her. that she finds alina worth experimenting, solving this equation.
it very nearly drowns out the bewilderment at ianthe invoking nikolai's name.
but only nearly. ]
I wouldn't ask you to do that. [ the words spill out of her mouth quickly. ] Saints. I know how you — And I just told you I didn't want to help you please Gilia. That would be terrible.
[ it would be terrible. and selfish. and now she is thinking about it for the first time because it honestly had not occurred to her before, even in all the times she had felt the push-and-pull between nikolai and aleksander. because that was a fact of aleksander, and how nikolai intervened to try and shelter her from him, and how aleksander intervened to try to ruin what she had with nikolai. her mind had entirely compartmentalized the notion. ]
it very nearly drowns out the bewilderment at ianthe invoking nikolai's name.
but only nearly. ]
I wouldn't ask you to do that. [ the words spill out of her mouth quickly. ] Saints. I know how you — And I just told you I didn't want to help you please Gilia. That would be terrible.
[ it would be terrible. and selfish. and now she is thinking about it for the first time because it honestly had not occurred to her before, even in all the times she had felt the push-and-pull between nikolai and aleksander. because that was a fact of aleksander, and how nikolai intervened to try and shelter her from him, and how aleksander intervened to try to ruin what she had with nikolai. her mind had entirely compartmentalized the notion. ]
[Ianthe was honestly confused about where this was coming from as it was a completely different scenario than the party. That confusion showed on her face as she turned it over in her head. She and Nikolai had trapped about this; they knew Alina would love a threesome if she was the focus of it, greedy thing that she was. The problem with the party had been the objectification. Right?]
Wait, wait. Take a breath. [She paused a second for that.] I think I understand, but listen to me. It was meant as an example, and I picked someone I get along with. Nikolai is a friend. And I believe that if I was invited to a threesome with your two that it was because you both wanted me there, for me, and not just as an accessory.
[Ianthe almost believed it herself when she said that. That tattoo around Alina's finger told her that Nikolai would always get chosen first. In a way she was just an accessory. It was very familiar territory for her. ]
I said you can ask me anything. Everything. And you can. Hell, I'd even consider one with Aleks--
No. Fuck that. I'd rip his soul out and shred it into a thousand tiny pieces if I saw him put his hands on you like that. Okay I do have a threesome line.
Wait, wait. Take a breath. [She paused a second for that.] I think I understand, but listen to me. It was meant as an example, and I picked someone I get along with. Nikolai is a friend. And I believe that if I was invited to a threesome with your two that it was because you both wanted me there, for me, and not just as an accessory.
[Ianthe almost believed it herself when she said that. That tattoo around Alina's finger told her that Nikolai would always get chosen first. In a way she was just an accessory. It was very familiar territory for her. ]
I said you can ask me anything. Everything. And you can. Hell, I'd even consider one with Aleks--
No. Fuck that. I'd rip his soul out and shred it into a thousand tiny pieces if I saw him put his hands on you like that. Okay I do have a threesome line.
[ they have different ways of protecting her — ianthe and nikolai. he would throw himself on a pyre for her, but ianthe would sooner destroy the people who built it. neither is better than the other. in fact, it's probably better to have both. she'd needed someone on that stage with her, at lottie's party, just to survive. she'll also need someone as strong as ianthe if she wants to be able to fight him openly.
still. it's not relief that passes through alina's face when aleksander's name is invoked with violence. it reminds her that they will protect her, but alina is still weak, still letting herself slip into wanting his approval, wanting to feel again like she had at the little palace. chasing something impossible and letting him toy with her. she feels guilty for what she'd done with him at the library.
she's eager to bury that feeling. ]
I just don't want you to feel like you have to do something that will hurt you.
still. it's not relief that passes through alina's face when aleksander's name is invoked with violence. it reminds her that they will protect her, but alina is still weak, still letting herself slip into wanting his approval, wanting to feel again like she had at the little palace. chasing something impossible and letting him toy with her. she feels guilty for what she'd done with him at the library.
she's eager to bury that feeling. ]
I just don't want you to feel like you have to do something that will hurt you.
You forget, I'm very hard to hurt and I like pain.
[That wasn't the kind of hurt Alina meant, but Ianthe didn't like acknowledging the parts of her heart that weren't black.]
I'm not going to do something I don't want to do. As much as I'll say yes to you, I'll also say no. Because boundaries are important. Otherwise we'll destroy each other.
[Ianthe brushed help lips across Alina's.] And I'd rather we do that in the fun way.
[That wasn't the kind of hurt Alina meant, but Ianthe didn't like acknowledging the parts of her heart that weren't black.]
I'm not going to do something I don't want to do. As much as I'll say yes to you, I'll also say no. Because boundaries are important. Otherwise we'll destroy each other.
[Ianthe brushed help lips across Alina's.] And I'd rather we do that in the fun way.
Promise.
[She gave Alina another kiss before murmuring,] Remember that phrase I gave you? Cause I'd love to hear it right now.
[She gave Alina another kiss before murmuring,] Remember that phrase I gave you? Cause I'd love to hear it right now.
[It sent a nice rush of heat down Ianthe's back. Oh yes, that absolutely did what she thought it would. Eyes shining, she grinned even as she leaned into the touch.]
Yeah. Home. I can wait that long to eat you out until you shove my face away. Let's go.
Yeah. Home. I can wait that long to eat you out until you shove my face away. Let's go.
[ The sound he makes—
It is a low, wrenched moan, cracked loose from his chest. It is just sound too, a passing collection of syllables that may well contain part of her name. He drives into her, and her whole body welcomes him. Nikolai thrusts down and Alina begs for more without a single word, with the clutch her hands and her thighs and her cunt.
Maybe he was made for her. It is a passing, nonsensical thought. Nikolai has been made for so many things, has forged himself into so many shapes. Is this not the most vital among them?
He says her name. Once. Twice.
A third time, desperate, against her mouth as the orgasm holds Alina taut and shuddering beneath him and Nikolai has to consider his promise, what they've exchanged, and that he needs—
When he wrenches his hips free, even Nikolai cannot be certain it is entirely in time. His come streaks across her belly, splatter arching up her chest, and it is some kind of proof, but Nikolai isn't sure it's enough.
He can't catch his breath. He isn't certain Alina can speak.
Nikolai's palm smooths the slick mess across her stomach as he leans down to kiss her slack mouth. ]
It is a low, wrenched moan, cracked loose from his chest. It is just sound too, a passing collection of syllables that may well contain part of her name. He drives into her, and her whole body welcomes him. Nikolai thrusts down and Alina begs for more without a single word, with the clutch her hands and her thighs and her cunt.
Maybe he was made for her. It is a passing, nonsensical thought. Nikolai has been made for so many things, has forged himself into so many shapes. Is this not the most vital among them?
He says her name. Once. Twice.
A third time, desperate, against her mouth as the orgasm holds Alina taut and shuddering beneath him and Nikolai has to consider his promise, what they've exchanged, and that he needs—
When he wrenches his hips free, even Nikolai cannot be certain it is entirely in time. His come streaks across her belly, splatter arching up her chest, and it is some kind of proof, but Nikolai isn't sure it's enough.
He can't catch his breath. He isn't certain Alina can speak.
Nikolai's palm smooths the slick mess across her stomach as he leans down to kiss her slack mouth. ]
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