All she had to do was ask. Yennefer doesn't fight the urge to sit back more comfortably. If her dear viscount had any discomfort, any concern for his well being, he would voice it. Already moments in her thighs tremble and goosebumps again lift over her skin. Her kisses are open mouthed and she is free to breathe and gasp.

Her sex is open, aching and wanting. No exact direction needed. "Jaskier---yes." A devotee to the act of love, he finds her clitoris without issue. Lighter, more airy sighs spill from her lips that have wandered past the sprig of hair at his thighs.

His nimble hands grasping her inspires a test to his resolve, to his technique as she hazards a wriggle of her hips. Now is as good at time as any to guide his length in whatever state it is in to her lips. Though it is not a kiss laid first, the length of her tongue over the tip. Yennefer is generous with the low moan. It's for herself as much for him.