The stuffed Unicorn sat in its corner of her lavish room, the highest tower of course nothing else would do.
Yen gently brushed its mane, working out the knots and smoothing the coat with fine oils. She'd gotten in it such a state while she and Geralt were astride it the evening prior.
It takes practice to fuck on horseback, but she'd not have it any other way with him.
It allowed her to fully be in control. Without her, he'd have fallen off before she'd gotten undressed.
No, this was the best way. She could put him exactly how she wanted him, in every way she wanted. He would have to obey if he wanted to avoid another twisted ankle or sprained wrist. The only other way out of injury was to simply not lie with her, that would not be happening soon.
She inhaled deeply, the tart and sweet smell of lilac and gooseberry oil. The same one she wore.
The Unicorn was almost perfect. The slight damages were fixed but wouldn't be set for tonight.
She wouldn't be able to mount it with Geralt for a few more days. Unless she wanted it breaking again.
No, there had to be a way.
"Fuck!"
She exclaimed, yes fuck, though THAT is one thing that certainly won't be happening anytime soon.
The bed, she glanced over. No, he'd have her in there. She needed to think, something to keep her comfortable and him busy.
She remembers the trick that she and unbeknownst to her Triss has also taught him, it kept him busy and quiet, and it also allowed her to be fully relaxed without holding onto anything.
She gazed around the room again, lots of places, but all either not comfortable enough for her, or too so for him. Her eyes catch on the low chairs but the balcony, low and comfortable, the angle slightly off though, but workable, although the seat would need work. She walked over and sat down taking parchment and charcoal with her. She had time and started to sketch one-handed, the other hand working its way lower on her body. Inspiration struck her.
The city was famed for its carpenters, and she was nothing if not creative.
Gealt would be gone another few nights yet. She had time and a lot of ideas.
The chair was perfect, deep ebony and black leather, finished with silver.
Padding on the seat and rests to hold on to.
It was low to the ground enough for its purpose, but tall enough for her comfort. The elven blood added a few inches to her height.
The Carpenter had been kind enough to add a pillow that could lay under it.
If he was polite when he got home she was sure she'd consider letting Geralt use it. Maybe.
She was sure the carpenter suspected what it was for, she had a reputation for not being shy and getting her way.
She was on top of everything, lovers included.
She dragged it near the window overlooking the mountain pass into Aedrin and the court of king Virfuril. Here she had the perfect view of the pass into the kingdom and city, the exact path the witcher would need to take on his return to the castle and her bedchamber.
The morning he was due to return she drew a bath for herself. Adding her scented oils and taking a long deep soak, drifting off into a light sleep.
She woke as the water had turned from near scalding to pleasantly warm.
Wrapping a towel around her waist alone she got about her business, shaving and applying creams to her skin, gently drying off and adding makeup, light purples and smoky black to compliment her eyes and hair.
She finished and went over to her wardrobe, a walk-in one converted from the next room over, she had insisted on it to every last detail.
Her outfit had also been custom-made for today by the dressmaker, putting orders on hold for her own last-minute fancy as a common occurrence that she paid for highly.
Long sheer stockings embroiled with moons and ravens in flight, a black and silver corset starting just above her navel and ending just cupping her breasts, the piece had cutouts designed to show off what she needed the piece was finished with locks. Heels as always, black plain and high, the final addition was underwear, silk panties that showed more than they hide, a favourite pair of hers which she had often worn under a dress to royal business, the parts just between her legs had been artfully cut out.
The idea came after she grew sick of Gealt tearing hers off in his usual lack of patience and sense.
She lay back in her chair, one leg propped up. In anticipation of his arrival, she had abstained from herself the last few days, it had only frustrated her but in a way she had enjoyed it. Today was not a day for frustrations.
Moving her hand delicately down her body she starts to pinch and twist at her nipples, tugging lightly with her right hand and moving the left one lower down her body, over her stomach and down between her legs. She felt wet already, the sudden feeling of her own fingers caused her to gasp. Worth the wait.
Her eyes shut tight, her lip caught between her teeth she slowly worked in and out of herself, softly moaning and twitching, feeling her toes curl as she moved from right breast to left, even along this chair was perfect for her.
She had all but exhausted her hands, and had an itch for something more.
It was a basic thing, somewhat phallic and crude in principle but in design, it was a beauty.
Carved from Holly with detail finished in ebony, it was a replica of a phallus and perfect to her down to every detail. The perfect size and girth, the detail embossed enough to run, strike and caress every nerve it touched. If she could make herself the perfect man from scratch, this would lie between his legs.
Her leg propped up higher she held her latest project between her legs, artfully thrusting and lightly twisting with one hand, the other hand lightly pressing just above making her squeak and moan in a high voice.
She felt her face redden as she pushed deeper and grew wetter.
There was a knock at the door, she turned, putting her secret to one side on the dresser table, making so the effort to hide it nor cover herself.
