It’s been one year since Jinana and Vida met at the last Midsummer Masquerade... and Vida seems to have earned some privileges in that time.
Warnings and links to full uncensored renders under the cut! 🔞🍋 MINORS DNI!
(Vida belongs to @apprenticevida and appears with permission - and by request. 🥰)
Warnings: vaginal strapon sex, nipple sucking, visible penetration, photorealistic virginias because I worked real hard on those and by god I’m going to SHOW HOLE
Nadia’s hair is defeating me atm, so have some disjointed thoughts on Non-Apprentice Jinana’s current set of known relationships, which may or may not take place in the same continuity, affectionately known as The Greater Slutiverse:
Evander: Jinana has great fun team-domming some very lucky individuals with him, but at present this is primarily a relationship built on an almost professional sort of respect. They have long conversations about their shared interests, but not much in the way of emotional labor passes between them. Still, they work extremely well together, with Jinana’s greater mobility and Evander’s greater strength working in synergy. Jinana’s creativity and Evander’s sense of theatricality make for some legendary scenes. :)
Turel: This is a relationship of the moment, whenever the both of them happen to be in the vicinity and in the mood. Both are highly chaotic, which makes them very harmonious at times, and neither hir nonlinear thought process nor hir wild magic needs to be tamed around him, which s/he finds very refreshing. Jinana is quite aware that Turel is not at all human, and that he has lived (and will live) for far longer than s/he will. S/he is content to be a pleasant memory to cross his mind from time to time in the distant future, when s/he is long gone.
Vida: This relationship is currently taking place in Vida’s Apprentice continuity, where they are in a relationship with Julian and Asra, and Jinana is a free agent who met Vida via the ‘other’ Masquerade. Jinana very much enjoys playing with them, sometimes in scenes that also involve their other lovers, but continues to fall prey to hir fear of losing anyone s/he lets become too close to hir emotionally, and of disappointing hir submissives if s/he shows any of them the side of hirself that is not the all-confident Dom/me.
If you’re still accepting nsfw ask prompts: can you do threesome (Vida/Jinana/Julian) with “I told you to stay still” and sex dice, please?
Seeking the counsel of the fabled Sex Dice, they spake thus unto me: Spitroast lol
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Participants: Jinana x (Vida/Julian), ~1650 words, Jinana POV
Synopsis: Vida and Julian get a more... private domination experience from Jinana.
Warnings: domination, threesome, impact play, riding crop, bondage, gags, magic cock ring, spreader bar, buttplug, facefucking, spit roast, mild verbal degradation, squirting, f l u i d s, orgasm control, general messiness, mild sadz, No Aftercare for The Dom, character building via smut as usual there's A Lot Going On lmao
18+ Only! Minors DNI
It’s always interesting to work with a couple. Jinana is acquainted with Doctor Devorak, he is something of a fixture at events for people of their inclinations. He is hir inverse, one who prefers to be dominated, and in particular to be bound; s/he has done this for him before, for the amusement of others.
But tonight he is hir instrument, just another tool in hir arsenal, waiting to be used upon another. That other is Vida, of course, who is currently bent naked over a stool, legs spread wide, ankles tied to a bar which is in turn secured to the stool. Their arms are bound behind their back, but there is a soft cushion between the hard seat of the stool and Vida’s belly.
Jinana prefers that all pain inflicted here be of hir direct and precise doing, not some passive discomfort.
Devorak’s hands, too, are bound behind his back, to keep him from fidgeting or attempting to touch himself… or hir. He has been well-gagged with a length of silk, because he is apparently otherwise incapable of being quiet.
Vida’s mouth, however, needs to be free for other uses.
Jinana takes a smooth, heavy ring of polished metal, touching it briefly with hir magic, and it warms to body temperature in hir hands. S/he slips the ring over Devorak’s erect cock, already crowned with a growing bead of clear fluid, and he makes a muffled sound behind his gag. The magical properties of the ring cause it to fit itself snugly to the base of him - not so much to keep him hard; there’s clearly no issue there. No, it is there because it pleases hir, and because it has other properties, which he will discover in due time.
S/he takes up the riding crop which has already seen good use on them both this night, flexing it between hir fingers. S/he gestures with it, a peremptory upward flick. “Stand,” s/he orders Devorak, who obeys with satisfying swiftness. S/he points with the crop to indicate where he should go, standing directly before the willingly helpless Vida.
Jinana circles the two of them slowly, scrutinizing hir work. The crop delivers a swift, stinging correction when Devorak tries to crane his neck to watch hir. “Eyes forward.”
Hir hand idly caresses Vida’s buttocks and thighs in passing, where crisscrossing marks are fresh and bright against their skin, light glinting off of the lovely crystal-ended plug placed securely in their ass. The end of the crop traces delicately over the swollen, slick folds of their sex. The other magician wriggles slightly in their bonds, earning a little correction of their own.
“I told you to stay still, priya.” S/he comes round to the side, slipping hir free hand into Vida’s dark curls, lifting their head. “Now you’ll have to stay still for the rest of it. Open your mouth, and keep it that way.”
A light thwack of the crop against Devorak’s backside urges him forward. “You, keep that mouth occupied. But don’t you dare come before I say, or you will regret it, I promise.” The doctor groans behind his gag, and Jinana assists him in sliding his cock into Vida’s waiting mouth. (After all, his hands are bound.) He sucks in his breath, catching his lower lip between his teeth as he begins slowly moving his hips.
Satisfied, Jinana speaks a few words of magic, calling into existence a rather impressive magical phallus for hirself, glowing and twinkling because it amuses hir. S/he makes sure that Vida gets a good eyeful of what s/he has in store for them before making hir way back to their exposed and vulnerable backside. S/he places a hand gently on one buttock, giving it a squeeze, then a sharp little slap.
“I don’t care how good it feels, priya, I had better not see you move until I give you permission. Do you understand?” Vida can only make a muffled sound of agreement around the cock currently filling their mouth, but it is enough.
Jinana is not tall, but that hardly matters with the magical toy s/he currently wields. This is not about hir physical pleasure, anyway, but the pleasure of commanding others, the satisfaction of their vulnerability held securely in hir own power. (Very few have earned hir vulnerability, and none hir submission.)
At hir mental command, the magical phallus animates itself, seeking with unerring accuracy, wringing a choked little sound from Vida as it pushes its way inside their needy cunt. They don’t have to be quiet... only still.
Another silent command, and the phallus shapes itself so that with every motion of Jinana's hips, it also rubs against Vida’s engorged clit. The sounds they and Devorak both make are like a little symphony, the rhythm dictated by Jinana’s motion, punctuated by light slaps of the crop on Vida’s well-marked ass. (The resulting tiny flinches are involuntary, and may be graciously overlooked.)
Jinana watches them keenly, and when Vida’s thighs are trembling through their efforts to keep still, s/he begins moving the phallus more vigorously. It brings out a long, low, somewhat muffled moan from Vida, and Devorak groans in turn, instinctively matching the new rhythm with the movement of his hips. His face is quite red now, his eyes screwed shut, grimacing with the effort of keeping himself under control. Delightful.
S/he knows from previous experience that Devorak is on a hair-trigger once he reaches a certain point; he’s almost there. His chest is flushed nearly to his belly, gleaming with exertion, and Vida is trying so hard to stay still that they are shaking, subtly but visibly, their skin sheened with sweat.
“Ah, Vida, sweetest of my whores.” Jinana’s tone is honeyed, and a restrained little shudder goes down the other magician’s back. “Move your hips for me, priya. Show me what a greedy slut you really are.”
The bonds don’t make it easy, but Vida starts working their hips, grinding back against the invading phallus with increasing desperation.
“Very good. Now suck off your little submissive here. I want to see him come straight down your throat.”
Devorak gives a strangled groan as Vida closes their lips around him, beginning a sort of rocking, back-and forth motion, alternately pushing themself down onto the magical phallus, and taking as much of Devorak’s cock into their mouth as they can. He’s hanging on by a thread, now, his legs starting to quiver and the muscles of his abdomen clearly delineated with his increasing tension.
“Come for me, priya.” This is emphasized with a smack from the crop, and a spoken syllable that activates the cock ring, causing it to suddenly emit quick pulses of warmth. As expected, it shoves Devorak over the edge almost instantly, his grunts and groans become prolonged, agonized cries. Vida makes short, guttural sounds in their throat, almost gagging themself on the doctor’s involuntarily-thrusting cock, and then they, too, begin spasming as the climax strikes, drenching their own legs and Jinana’s in their extremity.
Devorak begins to whimper, overly sensitive in the wake of orgasm but not daring to remove himself from Vida’s mouth. It makes an amusing backdrop to it all, as Vida slowly begins to calm from the peak and Jinana massages their hips in slow, soothing strokes.
“You may withdraw,” Jinana tells the doctor, who complies, gingerly. Semen drools from Vida’s mouth as he does so.
“How sloppy you are, darling.” Jinana, too, withdraws, dismissing the magical phallus with a thought before circling back around, lifting Vida’s chin in hir hand. Their eyeliner is a smudged mess, their face blotchy and red from the exertion. They look up at hir through heavy, reddened, exhausted lids as s/he brushes the hair back from their face - precisely the desired result.
Jinana smiles and places a kiss upon their forehead, like a benediction. "Very good, priya. You did so well."
S/he frees the both of them from their bonds, checking them over to be sure that there are no undesired abrasions or injuries. Devorak may be the doctor here, but at the moment, he is merely a submissive, and such care is hir responsibility, not his.
Jinana leaves the two of them cleaned up, relaxed and half-dozing together, ensconced in the warmth of their bed. They invite hir to join them, but kindly (always kindly), s/he declines. S/he says that s/he sleeps poorly outside of hir own bed, which is true. Devorak gallantly offers to get dressed and walk hir home, but his place is here, and s/he needs no such thing.
Keeping hir partners at a distance keeps all of them safe.
Outside, the night air is crisp and a waxing moon graces the sky. Anjali pads up, her thoughts filled with self-congratulation at having stalked and exterminated several of the giant water-rats that plague the city. Jinana praises her for it, scratching behind her big, tufted ears, and they begin walking home.
There is always a period of emotional let-down after a scene, and tonight is no exception. It is, perhaps, a little worse for the knowledge of the empty bed that awaits hir... but this is what s/he has chosen.
What they all want is the one who is in control, the one who will carry them through their fantasies and needs and bring them safely home again, and this s/he is glad to provide. The rest of it - the wild magic scarcely under hir own control, the strangeness and the doubt and the fear and the loss - these are not their concern. They could never understand; even other magicians cannot understand.
Only Heron.
If he is home, he will know. He’ll put his arm around hir shoulders, and tell hir that one day it will be different.
Vida arrives with a few books in their arms. One is a blank journal with an anatomical cicada etched on the cover, the other is an entomology book titled Alderflies to Zorapterans: An Illustrated Instruction on Our World’s Small Heroes
After a calming breath Vida smiles as they try to remember Nadia’s coaching: “Happy birthday Jñana!” 💋
@apprenticevida
"Heron, come look at this!" Jinana calls him over to see, opening the book to 'Chilopoda' and marveling at the illustrations.
"Thank you, priya... you've been working hard on your Prakran, haven't you?" S/he smiles and beckons Vida down for a kiss. Someone in the crowd whistles.
(The clockwork phallos trundles back across the counter, moving in time to a charming little waltz. Jinana gives it a narrow look. "Don't you dare!" s/he says sternly.)
