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[CW: Depictions of magic-vampirism, loss of bodily control and brief implication of choking.]
Chandra considered her and Nissa’s sex life fairly normal. Maybe not typical, but normal. When the two found time in each other’s arms, between patrols across the multiverse and cleaning up Jace’s newest mess, they would make the most of it. They’d fuck, they’d cuddle, they’d sleep together, they’d have breakfast together and maybe a quickie before their day started. But as for Yahenni…Chandra wasn’t quite sure.
For a long couple months, the aetherborn had been her “girlfriend’s girlfriend.” It hadn’t taken long for Chandra to fall to their steady charms as well. But their relationship wasn’t sexual. Physical, but not sexual. Yahenni would hold Chandra, would pet her hair, would nuzzle their face against hers and make her entire body feel tingly and light.
Yahenni was a picturesque boyfriend, princely and soothing and so very witty. They just didn’t touch her like that, nor look at her the way Nissa did when she thought Chandra didn’t see. It just didn’t seem like Yahenni’s style.
“Will you strip for me, darling?” Yahenni asked. They were sitting on Nissa’s bed, one leg crossed over the other, arms by their sides. Their ephemeral blue eyes were steady and bright. “I want to see you.”
“Uhhhh,” Chandra said, and threw a glance towards the half-dressed Nissa, wearing a short skirt and sheer top that draped down off her shoulders in a dizzyingly hot way, perfectly framing her chest without showing everything. Yet.
“Are you alright?” Nissa asked, tilting her head slightly.
“Peachy,” Chandra said, the word leaving her in a squeak. “Just, uh, I…” She scrunched up her face as she turned back towards the patient Yahenni. “I didn’t think you…wanted that.”
Yahenni silently uncrossed their legs, spreading them slightly in a display that made Chandra’s mouth feel both wet and dry at the same time. “Others of my kind might chase sexual pleasure for their own gratification,” they said, their voice quiet. Sultry, Chandra realized. “I haven’t found that sort of gratification at another’s hands. That being said, pleasure is still pleasure, darling.” Their blue eyes gleamed with cold need. “And I’m very eager to taste yours.”
After a long second, Chandra was able to extract her mind from the gutter long enough to piece together her boyfriend’s implication. Yahenni had explained a few times before: Aetherborn vampires could “taste” emotion, memory, experience when feeding. “You don’t want to be touched,” she said, slowly. “But you want to feed on me, while I’m feeling good.”
“Yes,” Yahenni said. They nodded towards Nissa, narrowing their eyes with a smile. “And I’d like her to help you feel good, darling.”
“I’ve already agreed,” Nissa said, before Chandra could think to ask. “So long as you’re comfortable with it, love.”
Yahenni was going to watch Chandra and Nissa have sex. Yahenni was going to feed on Chandra while she had sex with Nissa. Chandra wet her lips and cleared her throat. She grabbed the bottom hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over, tossing it to the side and yanking off her bra to join it. “Enough of an answer for you?” she asked, with a grin that wobbled too much for the cockiness she was attempting.
Yahenni laughed, in that echoing songlike way they did, like wind chimes wrapped in the morning mist over Ghirapur in winter. “That’ll do,” they said. “Nissa, darling?”
“Yes, yes,” in a mimicry of a sigh. Nissa’s hurried pace to Chandra’s side and the red in her cheeks and the hitch in her breath were effective enough tells to her excitement.
Chandra unclipped her belt when Nissa’s hand found her forearm. “Love. Let me?” An insistence Chandra knew would give way to a pout if she refused; not that she would refuse.
Chandra raised her hands in surrender, and Nissa slipped around in front of her, pressing against Chandra with a sly smirk. She could feel her girlfriend’s breasts against hers, nothing but sheer fabric between. A bubbling heat was already starting to rise in Chandra’s gut, surging up her spine when Nissa’s deft fingers wrapped around her belt at both sides and pulled her closer. Hip to hip, thigh to thigh, sharing breath.
Chandra’s already hard dick throbbed, pressed up against Nissa’s pelvis through her pants.
And Nissa’s darkening blush and widening grin told her that she had absolutely felt that. “I’ve caught you,” she whispered, breathy and wanting. “Are you going to be good, Chandra?”
Chandra delayed her answer behind wrapping her arms around her lover, giving her a bit of time for the dizzying pulse of arousal to ebb somewhat. “You might have to tie me up,” she teased, leaning in to nip at Nissa’s lower lip. “I’m a bad boy.”
Nissa giggled, and reached up to tuck her hair behind one ear. “Not for me, you’re not.” And a breath later, her lips were on Chandra’s, and Chandra’s head was buzzing with need, and she was hungrily returning every kiss.
And then a chime-like hum of amusement cut through the haze. Chandra felt her gut abruptly lurch in a very familiar way. She tensed, groaning against her girlfriend’s lips as the lurch sharpened into a roil. Nissa’s hand left her belt and carted through Chandra’s hair as the sudden discomfort faded into a steady flowing…”oddness” she knew well.
Yahenni, piercing her soul from across the room, making that unseen incision from which to siphon Chandra’s aether. It felt like those lovely claw-like fingers were curling around her spark, embracing the core of her very being.
Chandra had been fed on before. It had never felt this intimate, this baring, this…arousing. She whimpered into the kiss.
“Good?” Nissa asked. “More?”
“More,” Chandra said, nodding quickly but grimacing when the motion made her lightheaded. Yahenni usually told her not to move when they were feeding. “Should I…I mean, what should I…?”
“Help her down, darling,” came Yahenni’s voice from behind Nissa. “We don’t want our boy hitting her pretty head.” A muffled ‘thump’ sound Chandra eventually recognized as a pillow hitting the floor.
“Mm,” Nissa confirmed, and she finally pulled away from Chandra, taking with her another involuntary whine. “Good boy. I’m here.” She tugged on Chandra’s belt again and Chandra gladly followed, careful and wobbly towards the bed.
She could still feel Yahenni’s ephemeral claws anchored inside her, like a tongue pressed idly against a bare and bleeding pulseline, sampling but not partaking. Not yet.
Nissa stopped her in place after a few shuffling steps. Chandra felt her girlfriend’s fingers tuck into the waistline of her pants and her hips jittered upwards, grinding up into nothing, knocking a pant into her breath. “Oh, Chandra,” Nissa breathed, an exaggerated frown and a caress of Chandra’s cheek with her other hand. “You really need this, don’t you?”
“Please,” Chandra whispered, curling and uncurling her tingling fingertips by her sides. “Please, Nis.”
Nissa silently, gently, pulled Chandra’s pants down, and her underwear with it. A hand on Chandra’s back, pulling her closer to the bed, and down to the pillow Yahenni had left. Yahenni, who was still sitting on Nissa’s bed with their legs slightly spread, a soft reddish mist dancing around the fingertips of one hand, their blue eyes twinged almost purple.
Chandra kneeled in front of their boyfriend, knees on the pillow. Nissa pressed up against Chandra’s back, reaching around to run her fingers teasingly across her stomach, tracing her treasure trail and making her squirm.
“I think she’s ready to give you what you want, darling,” Yahenni said. They leaned forward slightly, cupping Chandra’s chin with their other hand, their claws digging into her skin without threat of breaking. “But she’s waiting for me to say yes. So, Chandra, darling. Be a good boy and beg.”
Chandra’s whole body was tingling. Her spark was tingling. Her dick was rock hard, throbbing and leaking against her own stomach. “Please,” she whimpered, her voice hoarse with need. “Yahenni, please let her touch me. I wanna cum for you so both bad, please.”
She felt Yahenni’s claws curl tighter around her spark. “Go ahead,” they said, their eyes gleaming with hunger. “Get her off, darling.”
“Good boy,” Nissa whispered, her breath washing against Chandra’s neck, her hand finding her throbbing dick and wrapping her fingers around the shaft. Chandra thrust up into her touch, whimpering, leaking pre across Nissa’s palm.
Nissa ran her thumb over the head, smearing Chandra’s slick across it, drawing another throb and another vocal whine, this time a little babbling “please-“ leaving Chandra’s lips involuntarily. And then Nissa started to stroke her dick.
Chandra pressed back against Nissa, grabbing onto the bed with one hand to keep herself balanced, the other finding Yahenni’s forearm and clinging to it for dear life. She felt an orgasm building, that warmth churning its way through her gut, throbbing and-
“Ah ah, not yet darling.” And a wave of magic washed through her body, her vision dimming at the corners. Chandra gasped for air, feeling the urge to writhe, to thrash and squirm, but she could barely move. Her limbs felt loose and limp and useless.
And she wasn’t close to orgasm. Chandra whimpered fully, a little hoarse sob escaping her. Fuck. Fuck it felt so good, she was helpless and dizzy with lust and need and pleasure, she wanted more, she wanted to cum so hard she caught fire. The heat inside her was well and truly quashed but she felt so fucking warm. Nissa was sucking and biting her neck from behind, Yahenni had her spark pulsing against their palm. This was heaven and Chandra could barely bear it.
“I’m good I’m your good boy,” she whimpered, her hips aching from thrusting up against Nissa’s hand, her girlfriend’s fingers slick with Chandra’s own pre. “I wanna cum so badly please please I’m good I’m yours I’m yours I’m yours.”
Yahenni’s hand left Chandra’s chin, one claw lingering on the underside. Then they traced down centimeter by centimeter, Chandra careful to stay still even though Nissa’s continued ministrations. Yahenni slowly, gently, wrapped their claws around Chandra’s throat and squeezed. “Cum for us,” they whispered.
The sudden lucid pleasure hit Chandra like a punch to the gut, and she could feel the air on her sweat-slick skin and the prickles of Yahenni’s claws and Nissa’s fucking fingers pumping around her cock and a scream tore out of Chandra’s throat so fast her voice gave out, and her vision washed black as her orgasm hit her like a riptide. She couldn’t breathe.
And then she could. One gasp at a time, color returned to her world, and the tingling tension wove its way out of her muscles. Yahenni’s fingers left her throat, and Chandra slumped back against Nissa, breathing steadily slower but no less heavy.
With one last pinch of discomfort, Chandra felt Yahenni’s ephemeral influence leave her core. The ruddy mist curling around their fingers faded, dissipating into sweet nothing. Nissa, behind her, cooed and pressed kiss after kiss to the newfound bruise on Chandra’s neck.
“So?” Chandra croaked, gazing up at her boyfriend. “How did I taste?”
Yahenni’s still red-twinged eyes curled with amusement. “Divine,” they hummed.
Reblog this with your three favorite Magic: The Gathering Stories. It can be novels, short stories, or whole arcs! Mine are as follows:
Favorite:
1. Born Of Aether/In The Dead Of Night/Renewal: I’m counting these together. While I thought the Kaladesh saga overall was good, though not one of my favorites, the character of Yahenni stands out as easily one of my favorite MTG characters of all time - and they’re not even a Planeswalker! Their incredible character arc over these three stories, for me at least, sets the gold standard for Magic: The Gathering storytelling.
2. Tarkir: One of the first Magic stories I read, kind of an expirement by Wizards that lead to our current(ish?) MTG story format. It took Sarkhan from a one-note villain and Bolas-lackey to one of the more compelling Planeswalkers. It gives him a great story as he goes from a broken mad-man, on a bizzare journey of self-discovery and rebirth to become a new man. It gives him a great story with a satifisfying conclusion (for him anyway).
3. Ixalan: This one did wonders to reinvent Jace and Vraska’s characters, and it had some awesome side-characters as well, so even when the focus wasn’t on those two I was never bored.
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