My Lips Are Sealed
Their quest to find the sunstone had been going on for far too long. It was lucky for them that the Wildhunt had been seriously injured at Kaer Morhen or their delay on finding this ancient relic would've cost them not just their lives, but the rest of the worlds too. They had left a lot to Geralt. He had to negotiate with one of the most powerful men on the continent to free a member of an arguably even more powerful band of sorceresses and find an obscure ancient relic that most believed didn't even exist anymore.
It left the rest of them to ponder and prepare, however for some being isolated with their thoughts for too long caused them to spiral into something they weren't quite used to. Yennefer in particular didn't seem to be coping will with this leg of their quest.
Geralt and Triss had found love together, it added light to the entire journey true but for Yennefer it only dampened her mood. She had to pretend she was perfectly fine with it all, and in time she was sure she would be but for now she had essentially just given him away due to some morbid curiosity. She had to watch her best friend enact her romantic fantasies with the man she loved, and Yennefer couldn't help but feel she was somehow at fault for it.
If she hadn't gotten that genie in Skellige to retract Geralt's wish, then perhaps things would have been different. Right now, though she had to keep up her cold and calculated persona. Causing unnecessary drama among her, Geralt and Triss would just make everything needlessly complicated. She was thankful she still had her unforgiving rationality about her.
Whenever she went to have breakfast she had to watch or rather put up with Triss and Geralt lovingly gazing into each other's eyes constantly. Or the periods of the day where they'd both be missing for hours at a time only to return looking unkempt and out of breath. Triss's hair would be bushy and all over the place and Geralt almost certainly was missing an item of clothing. It was obvious to everyone what was going on and to some it was comical, two lovebirds exploring their now unshackled romance together, staring at the potential end of the world together and in hand.
It hurt that Yennefer yearned for what someone else had. This wasn't who she was by any means but thoughts of what her life could have been raced through her mind. Where they'd live, the peace they'd have together in the middle of nowhere with just each other. She didn't cry herself to sleep but at night her mind wandered down the path of what if's over and over again.
One night while Geralt was away trying to get leads on the sunstone Yennefer decided to take a walk through the ship at night. The moonlight shining through the windows of the ship, shedding light onto the splintered floorboards. Dressed in nothing but a black nightgown that went to just above her knees she wandered the corridors of the ship, making her way to the deck of the ship.
She took these walks often. Whenever in trying times the walks would serve a meditative purpose, allowing her mind to relax as she aimlessly wandered. No one had never bothered when she was wandering, not until tonight.
While on her way something caused her ears to perk up, what had to be moans from a young woman were humming throughout the section of the ship she was in. Just low enough to not stir people who were sound asleep but not quiet enough, so Yennefer wouldn't notice it.
She approached the door carefully and placed her hand against the door, after a few words in elder speech and a quick glow of blue light Yennefer's eyes went completely white and she had vision as to what was beyond the thin wooden walls.
Phillipa Eilhart was stood dressed in tight leather with a riding crop in one hand and a dog leash in another with a young woman bound to the bed with magical restraints with a collar around her neck. Yennefer gasped out in shock but didn't pull away, instead she stood and watched intently with a different kind of curiosity overpowering her.
"I won't warn you again, keep your voice down or you will be disciplined further"
"Please mistress I am so close I just ne- "
"If you don't learn to control your volume you'll leave with nothing are we clear?!" Phillipa said sharply as her riding crop came down hard on the young sorceress's bare ass adding to the already large plethora of red marks on her pale skin.
Before the woman could respond Phillipa waved her hand and suddenly the woman was gagged.
Phillipa paused for a moment and looked over her hard work for the night, their session was coming to a close and the older sorceress had certainly put her through her paces. The younger woman's raven black hair was all over the place and completely unkempt, the only resemblance of order were the strands of hair that were dripping with sweat onto her face in some unruly pattern.
Marks covered the entire woman's pale body, bite marks all around her small, pert breast with the most prominent marks being just around the stiff pink peaks. Her thighs had rope marks around them and so did her wrists and collar bone. The younger woman's mascara was running down her pale face and she looked exhausted and on edge, no doubt exactly where Phillipa wanted her.
How long have they been going?
Yennefer wondered to herself as her eyes kept wondering around the woman's body. The obvious crown jewel of the whole composition was what was between the woman's thighs. Seeing her pussy leak nonstop was mesmerising, seeing each slow drip onto the bedsheets sent Yennefer into a trance that she almost had a hard time coming back from.
Yennefer's heart raced along with young woman's, as Phillipa used her fingers to bring the woman closer and closer to climax Yennefer's heart seemed to beat in tune to young lady's. Images flashed through Yennefer's mind in the height of her heat with her in that young woman's position. How great it must be to simply be controlled for a night, to be let someone else be in control of your life if only for a night. The liberating freedom one must feel to pursue what must be the peak of hedonism.
Phillipa suddenly stopped when both Yennefer and the woman were both on edge. She waved her hand and removed the young woman's gag.
"You will return to me in two days and you will not finish by yourself, I will know, Elissa"
"Mistress please I'm so sorry "
"Enough!" Phillipa exclaimed as her riding crop came down hard on the bed, "You're dismissed. And make it three days" Within less than a minute the young woman's clothes were on her body and she was teleported away to presumably wherever she came from. Phillipa went on over to her bathroom to freshen up and Yennefer took this as her opportunity to leave.
Once back in her room Yennefer slammed her back against her door and slid to the floor, clutching her chest as she tried to stop her heart racing. Images of Phillipa raced through her mind, leaving their mark as she desperately tried to stop thinking about them. They made their stay though and as Yennefer got more and more lost inside of her own head.
Her hands slowly moved down her body, one of them resting on her breasts, circling and tugging on the stiff pink peaks. Phillipa of all people was the source of her lust, her power and domineering presence, her full figure in tight black leather strapping down the flesh on her breasts and thighs as they overflowed out of her tight outfit.
The young sorceress with raven hair having her youth and innocence played with by Phillipa, lash after lash from the dominatrix leaving marks on her pale skin. Yennefer's hand had now quickly started its routine on her throbbing clit, slow circling motions sending shots of electric through her body.
One thought sent her completely over the edge. Instead of the young woman being tied up and bent over on the bed it was her instead. Yennefer was there with Phillipa without a care in the world, the same marks in her body and her eyes focused solely on her current master. Phillipa looking down on her as her riding crop came crashing down. Yennefer could picture it perfectly and once the first swing from the riding crop hit her is when her orgasm started, her body convulsing, her toes curling and her legs completely stiff as her chest pushed forward.
She came down from her high eventually and looked down between her legs, a puddle had formed between them and her face went a very light shade of red. She stood up and waved her hand and the puddle vanished almost as fast as it came. She threw her head down onto the pillow, hoping her sleep would be half as interesting as the rest of her night.
The next morning most of the ships guests were in the mess hall for whatever breakfast their cook had made. It was simply eggs and an unknown meat but none of them could complain, they didn't expect palace level service or quality. Yennefer, who hadn't gotten much sleep after last night, made her way to one of the benches after loading up her plate with food. She fully intended to make a few amendments once her plate was out of view of the rather grumpy chef.
With the cook gone into the kitchen and out of view Yennefer quickly snapped her fingers and changed her dinner completely. Some fruit on the side and better-quality meats finished with an omelette instead of the fried eggs that had been slapped onto her plate. Yennefer truly never fell below her standards wherever she went.
Faceless men passed through the mess hall as Yennefer took her time with her food. Nobody really had all that much to do after they had left the entire burden of this phase of the journey on Geralt. Leaving the rest of the crew to find ways to be useful or simply take this as their last moments of solace before the most important battle this world had ever seen.
Soon enough more familiar faces started to come into the mess hall. Ciri came in and left not even minutes later to nobody's surprise. A lot of pressure was on her and there didn't seem to be much she could do to relax. Yennefer would have to work with Geralt soon about figuring something out for their daughter.
It wasn't even moments later when Phillipa walked into the mess hall and basically mirrored Yennefer's routine even going as far as to sit on the same table as Yennefer. Yennefer wasn't a young woman by any means, she wasn't going to give anything away by her face or start stammering like a young sorceress. There was no need to act like a maniac just because she saw what Phillipa got up to in her spare time.
"I see the cooks food hasn't changed"
"I don't quite expect it too, we're lucky we were allowed on this ship at all"
"Always the soft one, as if we couldn't have taken it ourselves"
"Ah yes I forgot about your deep knowledge of ships"
Phillipa rolled her eyes and then waved her hand to change her food, not quite caring if the cook was in vision or not. Being around Phillipa did spark something inside of her, memories of the night before racing through her mind. Yennefer didn't have many questions, the thoughts that were running through her mind during the night, wanting to be stress free if only for a day.
Yennefer was an adult and asking for something like that from Phillipa didn't seem like something she should be so hesitant to do. Perhaps it had something to do with dignity and power dynamics, there was a clear rivalry among the lodge and being in a submissive position for Phillipa wasn't something Yennefer had ever planned on.
Yennefer finished her food and silently left the table. Over the course of the day all members of the ship went about their personal business. Ciri kept training her powers with Avallac'h while Geralt continued his searching and his negotiations. With everyone up to something the ship quite often just had Yennefer and Phillipa to warm its walls. They were often cooped up into their rooms late into the evening and with the amount of downtime they both had it was only a matter of time until one of them got bored.
Phillipa was the first of the two to crack, after spending so much time on the run and constantly being hunted by witch hunters she loathed not being able to flaunt her new-found freedom. She killed Radovid and hadn't even been able to have a drink to celebrate. So, she finally cracked, she put her book down and closed her eyes trying to find Yennefer's presence on the ship.
"Yennefer"
"Get out of my head, Phillipa" It felt strange being the one to say that instead of having Geralt's gravely tone echoed through her mind.
"With everyone gone I don't see a reason why we should be cooped up in this ship, why don't we find a nice tavern in Skellige and have some wine?"
Phillipa did have a point, they weren't doing anything productive and they deserved some downtime themselves. Especially because Geralt was on a mission to bring one of their lodge sisters back, it was a stressful time for all members of the lodge and the idea of a drink sounded more pleasing by the second.
Yennefer was silent for a few minutes, leaving Phillipa awkwardly still inside her head waiting for an answer. Eventually Yennefer decided to break the silence and answer with a resounding "fine". A smirk appeared on Phillipa's face from across the room as she ceased the connection.
"She's even easier than I thought" Phillipa thought to herself as she went on to paint her nails, the colour of the night would be red as it was the most dominant colour, something for Yennefer to latch her eyes and anything else onto.