They have stumbled into a beautiful fever dream. Yennefer does not want to wake. Her appetites indulged, encouraged and Jaskier's aligning without even the slightest suggestion on her part. She sits back on her knees, tempted to find the bottle of cherry spirits that have kept them giddy for the earlier portion of their evening. Any other action would mean she has to tear her eyes from him.
Each item is scrutinized, turned over and held. No flinch or distaste. Blue eyes are so bright and not at all attributed to tears. A wrong is being set right.
"It was only a guess." His reddened cheek gets a fond pat as she takes up the leather straps. "I think it will suit you and our purposes nicely." Black to match, it is what she does. Though the weight and whole of its construction made for pleasure. Yennefer has no regrets or wants for additional appendages however if she had to entertain a possibility, she would imagine this would be a cock fitting of her person.
"...and I would like to watch you too." What a change. This venture has played out for Yennefer's pleasure and through her own efforts with the other party doing no more than lay still. That can be fun. Such an experience set beside this--and it has not yet come to fruition!--makes it all seem bloodless, cold. That blush is begging for her lips and she has one for his collar bone and one for his throat. "Show me." The leather and straps clink in her grasp as she sets to fasten it around her thighs and hips. The cock rests where Jaskier left it, a bold black figure on the pale fabric.
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Each item is scrutinized, turned over and held. No flinch or distaste. Blue eyes are so bright and not at all attributed to tears. A wrong is being set right.
"It was only a guess." His reddened cheek gets a fond pat as she takes up the leather straps. "I think it will suit you and our purposes nicely." Black to match, it is what she does. Though the weight and whole of its construction made for pleasure. Yennefer has no regrets or wants for additional appendages however if she had to entertain a possibility, she would imagine this would be a cock fitting of her person.
"...and I would like to watch you too." What a change. This venture has played out for Yennefer's pleasure and through her own efforts with the other party doing no more than lay still. That can be fun. Such an experience set beside this--and it has not yet come to fruition!--makes it all seem bloodless, cold. That blush is begging for her lips and she has one for his collar bone and one for his throat. "Show me." The leather and straps clink in her grasp as she sets to fasten it around her thighs and hips. The cock rests where Jaskier left it, a bold black figure on the pale fabric.