#ialai x beryl

[cosmereplay]

Day 27: Diamond

Chapter 1 - Negotiation (yeah I went overboard today) Rated Mature, Ialai/Beryl, Sex work, set during Way of Kings Cross posted on ao3

As Beryl changed and readied herself, she wondered one last time whether attending Ialai Sadeas as a Jasnah Kholin look-alike might be a bad idea. However, the Sadeases had an excellent reputation with the other prostitutes, and the pay Ialai’s scribe had offered was substantial, with payment up front. 

She looked in the mirror, holding her trademark diamond spherelamp, which contained the sphere she kept her illusion in. She couldn’t keep it on her clothes, for obvious reasons. The white light also allowed her clients to see her well, which was the whole point of hiring a look-alike. She made sure not to make herself look too uncannily similar. It helped that she was shorter than the princess, and a little younger. She enjoyed wearing Jasnah’s face with clients; she didn’t have to change very much physically, and stepping into the demeanour her clients wanted was often a fun change of pace.

However, most of her clients didn’t know the princess personally like the Highprincess did. That made her stomach flutter. Well, either way, she had a job to do. Head up and confident, she was granted entry into the Highprincess’ inner sanctum.

The room was rich with soft carpets and heavy tapestries, making the room feel smaller than it was. A hearth with a lit fire warmed the room, making the space feel cozy and alive. Elsewhere the room was lit by emeralds, not locked in spherelamps but open in goblets and small bowls–a sign of extravagance and self-assured confidence.

The Highprincess herself was not on the large, soft bed at the centre of the room, but in an overstuffed armchair in the corner. She gestured to Beryl to take the seat opposite her. Beryl acquiesced and placed her little diamond spherelamp on a delicate side table.

Brightness Ialai regarded her with a pleased air. “I admit I’m impressed,” she smiled. “Even down to the havah style. For a moment I thought the bitch herself had found me out. Now, to business. I assume since you accepted my price, you understand I will be asking more of you tonight.”

“Yes, Brightness,” Beryl said, inclining her head in deference. “I was told you would be interested in having me act like the Princess, and you would be spanking me. That’s perfectly acceptable to me, so long as you hit with the flat of your hand, and stick to my stomach, thighs, and ass.”

“Hm,” Brightness Ialai said, tapping her chin. “How about hair-pulling? Not hard enough to hurt, but perhaps enough to surprise.”

Beryl nodded. “Yes, Brightness, that would be fine. I would also ask no fingers or any other objects be put inside me. I have my own tools, but I was told you weren’t interested in them anyway.”

“Yes, that is correct. Although, now that I’m looking at you…” she trailed off thoughtfully.

When Beryl was in the room, sometimes clients thought to try to alter the agreement, and it seemed that Brightness Ialai was no different. 

“Can I come on you?”

An unusual request from a woman, but Beryl would take it. “So long as you provide me a wash basin afterwards. I’ll need to leave presentable.”

“Yes, you will,” Brightness Ialai said in a colder tone. “I’ll want you leaving promptly and without drawing any attention. If there is no talk of your presence here after two days, I’ll send an emerald mark. If there is any talk, I’ll never hire you again. If any rumours arise as to the nature of our contract, I’ll have you whipped.”

That raised Beryl’s eyebrows. “You won’t have to worry about that, Brightness,” she said, feeling unworried. Leaving undetected would be much easier than the Highprincess thought. “In return, of course, you’ll know that if you break any of my rules, your reputation within my network will be burned to the ground.”

Regular clients were best held in check by physical threats; merchants, threats of financial consequences. High-ranking lighteyes could only be held in check by their reputations. Brightness Ialai nodded amiably, already familiar with these standards.

She leaned forward, then, her light green eyes glittering. “You won’t have had occasion to meet Princess Jasnah, so I will tell you that she’s stuck up, judgmental, and thinks she smarter than everyone. I heard that she’ll be moving to the Shattered Plains, so I need to get this out of my system before she arrives. Act like you’re better than me, and let me wound your pride. Do you understand?”

Beryl nodded, then rose. She took a calculated risk, wanting to start her off irritated. She affected a bored, judgmental tone. “Then by all means, let’s begin, Ialai.”

Chapter 2 on tumblr

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[cosmereplay]

Day 27: Diamond (part 2)

Rated Explicit, Ialai/Beryl, set during Way of Kings Cross posted on ao3 Click here for part 1 on tumblr

Hearing the woman use her given name made Ialai’s blood boil. It was exactly the feeling she got around Jasnah. Oh, this woman is good, she thought.

“Your poor mother will faint when she hears how rude you’ve been to her old friend,” Ialai said sweetly, feeling her rage simmer inside. 

“My mother is neither poor nor weak of constitution,” the Jasnah snapped back, then walked past her, putting her back to Ialai as she made a show of examining some blank pages on a nearby desk. “A fact where you compare terribly, I’ve noted.”

Ialai’s hands balled into fists. “Jasnah, I have known you for more years–”

“Brightness Jasnah, if you please,” she said with a practiced smile. “After all, I outrank you.”

The audacity of it caused her temper to flare. She wouldn’t expect a whore to know the intricacies of the top four dahns. But just the idea that Jasnah might someday outrank her somehow made Ialai see red. It was evil. She loved it. “How dare you walk onto my territory, enter my house, and act like you own everything!” Ialai yelled. She didn’t have to play games, or hold back. She could let her rage free like a storm. “I will show you who is a Highprincess and who is a failed son!” 

Fully in the moment now, Ialai grabbed Jasnah’s arm and threw her against the bed. She pushed her forward until Jasnah was standing against the side of the tall bed, bent at the waist with her face shoved into the sheets. Ialai lifted her havah skirts up and over her head, then yanked off her undergarments. 

She slapped Jasnah’s ass with a flat palm, feeling the pleasure of releasing her rage on the woman. Even in Kharbranth Jasnah was a menace, inserting her opinions and making Ialai’s job of manipulation more difficult. Storms, if this were the woman herself she would tear her apart. 

“You think you can embarrass me like this?” Jasnah asked, her voice muffled by the bed.

“I can do much more than this,” Ialai smiled, a cool wave of power washing through her. She grabbed her by the hair and made her stand. Jasnah stood proud in front of her, but her chin jutted a bit too hard, her eyes watered with a hint of shame. Oh, Ialai was going to love taking her apart. 

She started with the havah. “You had a lot of nerve coming here unaccompanied by guards, Jasnah,” she said, relishing the feeling of leaving the honorific off her name. This time she didn’t complain. “You’re going to discover that you’re too smart for your own good sometimes.” Button by button, Ialai made quick work of the outer havah and peeled it off her, leaving her in her shift and skirts.

“Move,” Ialai ordered, and Jasnah stepped aside, looking properly chastised. Good, good. “Now take off the rest.”

Jasnah’s jaw shifted as she pondered fighting back, but Ialai knew she was powerless to stop her. Sure enough, she made the smart choice. Blushing and looking upset, Jasnah removed her shift and skirts, leaving her completely nude. She looked utterly vulnerable, her hands unable to conceal the curves of her body, the fullness of her breasts.

Ialai licked her lips. “Now attend me. Take off my clothes.”

The object of her hatred stepped forward, then demurely started removing Ialai’s clothes. The pout was a bit much, but still, Ialai felt a swell of pleasure at the thought of thoroughly demeaning Jasnah by treating her like a ward or personal attendant. 

Oh yes, Jasnah would hate it. The woman knelt to remove Ialai’s skirts, then looked up with angry, resentful eyes. Storms, that made Ialai drip. She took the opportunity to shove Jasnah’s face between her legs, where she reluctantly lapped her up. 

“Stand,” Ialai said when she was nice and warmed up, the waves of pleasure and power indistinguishable. Jasnah stood, her makeup messed by her mouth work, and that just made Ialai happier. 

She moved to the bed, then had Jasnah lay across her lap. “It’s time I did something that your mother failed to do,” she said, and slapped her ass again. 

Jasnah moaned. 

“Oh, you like that?” Ialai said, and gave her another. Jasnah moaned again. “Maybe if you’d had more of this, you would’ve learned to behave.”

Two more slaps, across Jasnah’s thighs. 

More moans, muffled in the bed.

“Well that won’t do, I need to hear that you’re learning your lesson,” Ialai said, and grabbed her hair, forcing her to arch her back. 

With the next slap, Jasnah cried out in obvious pleasure, then covered her mouth. “I won’t…I shouldn’t…” she said against her own mouth.

Ialai pushed her hand off. “You can and you will,” she said with glee. She slapped her again, and Jasnah’s ass and thighs were turning red. 

Her hand hovered in the air. “Will you be good for me now? Will you obey me?” Ialai asked, her heart racing with excitement.

Jasnah twisted in position, her eyes shining with tears, her makeup running, her hair a mess. “Yes, Brightness,” she said, and every word sounded like a grinding admission.

Yes! Oh, yes!

She couldn’t wait any longer. She scrambled backwards, then flipped Jasnah onto her back. She straddled Jasnah’s belly and started to touch herself vigorously.

“You’re going to do everything I say now, aren’t you?” she asked between panting breaths.

“Yes, Brightness,” Jasnah answered.

You’re going to turn right back around and leave the Plains to me. You’re going to leave Dalinar and Navani to me. Oh, Taln’s palms, she was close. “You’re going to admit I’m greater than you.”

“You…you’re greater than me,” Jasnah admitted.

“Ahhh!” Ialai cried, and she came, squirting over Jasnah’s ample breasts and soft belly. She kept touching herself as she came down, and drew a quick glyph through the wetness of Jasnah’s body. Victory.

The whore stayed silent, still acting out Jasnah. Storms, Ialai had to admit the woman was good at her job. Finally, Ialai tapped the woman and got off her. She quickly put on a robe, then called for a washbasin and a bath.

She took the washbasin and cloth in hand from the surprised master-servant, then shut the door. 

“I’ll expect you to be gone when I return from my bath,” Ialai said, setting down the basin for the woman. “And you made an excellent Jasnah. I might just call for you again, assuming your discretion can be counted on, of course.”

The woman’s demeanour changed in an instant, from Jasnah’s confused arousal to an expression of pride and excitement, like a schoolgirl who had passed a test. “That would be an honour, Brightness Ialai!”

“Yes, I know,” Ialai said absentmindedly, and left, feeling more relaxed than she had in ages.

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[cosmereplay]

Day 27: Diamond

Part 1 - Negotiation (yeah I went overboard today) Rated Mature, Ialai/Beryl, Sex work, set during Way of Kings Cross posted on ao3

As Beryl changed and readied herself, she wondered one last time whether attending Ialai Sadeas as a Jasnah Kholin look-alike might be a bad idea. However, the Sadeases had an excellent reputation with the other prostitutes, and the pay Ialai’s scribe had offered was substantial, with payment up front. 

She looked in the mirror, holding her trademark diamond spherelamp, which contained the sphere she kept her illusion in. She couldn’t keep it on her clothes, for obvious reasons. The white light also allowed her clients to see her well, which was the whole point of hiring a look-alike. She made sure not to make herself look too uncannily similar. It helped that she was shorter than the princess, and a little younger. She enjoyed wearing Jasnah’s face with clients; she didn’t have to change very much physically, and stepping into the demeanour her clients wanted was often a fun change of pace.

However, most of her clients didn’t know the princess personally like the Highprincess did. That made her stomach flutter. Well, either way, she had a job to do. Head up and confident, she was granted entry into the Highprincess’ inner sanctum.

The room was rich with soft carpets and heavy tapestries, making the room feel smaller than it was. A hearth with a lit fire warmed the room, making the space feel cozy and alive. Elsewhere the room was lit by emeralds, not locked in spherelamps but open in goblets and small bowls–a sign of extravagance and self-assured confidence.

The Highprincess herself was not on the large, soft bed at the centre of the room, but in an overstuffed armchair in the corner. She gestured to Beryl to take the seat opposite her. Beryl acquiesced and placed her little diamond spherelamp on a delicate side table.

Brightness Ialai regarded her with a pleased air. “I admit I’m impressed,” she smiled. “Even down to the havah style. For a moment I thought the bitch herself had found me out. Now, to business. I assume since you accepted my price, you understand I will be asking more of you tonight.”

“Yes, Brightness,” Beryl said, inclining her head in deference. “I was told you would be interested in having me act like the Princess, and you would be spanking me. That’s perfectly acceptable to me, so long as you hit with the flat of your hand, and stick to my stomach, thighs, and ass.”

“Hm,” Brightness Ialai said, tapping her chin. “How about hair-pulling? Not hard enough to hurt, but perhaps enough to surprise.”

Beryl nodded. “Yes, Brightness, that would be fine. I would also ask no fingers or any other objects be put inside me. I have my own tools, but I was told you weren’t interested in them anyway.”

“Yes, that is correct. Although, now that I’m looking at you…” she trailed off thoughtfully.

When Beryl was in the room, sometimes clients thought to try to alter the agreement, and it seemed that Brightness Ialai was no different. 

“Can I come on you?”

An unusual request from a woman, but Beryl would take it. “So long as you provide me a wash basin afterwards. I’ll need to leave presentable.”

“Yes, you will,” Brightness Ialai said in a colder tone. “I’ll want you leaving promptly and without drawing any attention. If there is no talk of your presence here after two days, I’ll send an emerald mark. If there is any talk, I’ll never hire you again. If any rumours arise as to the nature of our contract, I’ll have you whipped.”

That raised Beryl’s eyebrows. “You won’t have to worry about that, Brightness,” she said, feeling unworried. Leaving undetected would be much easier than the Highprincess thought. “In return, of course, you’ll know that if you break any of my rules, your reputation within my network will be burned to the ground.”

Regular clients were best held in check by physical threats; merchants, threats of financial consequences. High-ranking lighteyes could only be held in check by their reputations. Brightness Ialai nodded amiably, already familiar with these standards.

She leaned forward, then, her light green eyes glittering. “You won’t have had occasion to meet Princess Jasnah, so I will tell you that she’s stuck up, judgmental, and thinks she smarter than everyone. I heard that she’ll be moving to the Shattered Plains, so I need to get this out of my system before she arrives. Act like you’re better than me, and let me wound your pride. Do you understand?”

Beryl nodded, then rose. She took a calculated risk, wanting to start her off irritated. She affected a bored, judgmental tone. “Then by all means, let’s begin, Ialai.”

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