More words of encouragement as she pants for breath. A portion is hardly coherent. The slither and slip of his tongue to cool and sooth what his hot breath and efforts have reduced her to. Out of mercy or because she is so very overly stimulated, Yennefer gives him breathing space, tilting her arse up.

Her hand keeps going, more motion and feeling his hips move. "Please, please." Teeth drag at his belly, a small mark for whatever marks Jaskier chooses to give. "Oh, that's good, isn't it?" He really does not have to answer. The compliment and encouragement come naturally. Easing to a slower glide, knowing he is spent she lavishes him with more kisses, still wet, still breathless to clean as much as commend. "So, so good for me."

Now, he can't be buried between her thighs forever. Yen lets herself roll onto her back beside him. They are still topsy turvy, her head to his feet and his to her own. She sighs long and a laugh bubbles up. "Are you still alive, dearheart?"