A showman is a showman. Jaskier takes the task at hand with his own finesse and flair. Yennefer's progress has slowed because she does not want to take her eyes from him. The glide of his fingers and how they glisten with the oil. His pale, exposed skin, dusted with hair over his legs, his belly and chest. The strewn of muscle in his thighs frame the true attraction.
He doesn't have to be a blushing virgin for her, he doesn't have to be anything or anyone than as he is for that is more than enough. The teasing motion as his body accepts the first finger, she wets her lips. Both of her thighs now afixed with leather. The other straps frame her cunt and rise high enough to be nearly at her navel. The other portions for where she will hold the other party to their play is a circular almost webbing of thinner straps.
"You are so beautiful." The compliment itself has been spoken over and over. The varnish and shine worn away. When Yennefer hears it, while it might be true, it is white noise. Right now in this moment, watching long lashes hide the blue of his eyes and how his mouth has dropped open to welcome another digit into the slick, pink ring of muscle---right now she remembers what beauty is. What an impact it has. Her thighs press together. Jaskier has work to do still to be ready and has just begun.
A ring? Ah. "Of course." Her fingers swirl over the bedding. That same crackle and electric surge to the air comes. It makes Yennefer shiver. No touch or other stimulation and her nipples are hard again. Chaos with the dizzy, wonderful drunkness of love have an effect. The ring that appears is silver, heavy. It has to match. Is Jaskier surprised? Perhaps it is even real silver. A cock and balls can fit through.
Yennefer reaches for it before he does, letting it drape over her pointer finger as she offers it to him. "Are we forgetting anything else?"
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He doesn't have to be a blushing virgin for her, he doesn't have to be anything or anyone than as he is for that is more than enough. The teasing motion as his body accepts the first finger, she wets her lips. Both of her thighs now afixed with leather. The other straps frame her cunt and rise high enough to be nearly at her navel. The other portions for where she will hold the other party to their play is a circular almost webbing of thinner straps.
"You are so beautiful." The compliment itself has been spoken over and over. The varnish and shine worn away. When Yennefer hears it, while it might be true, it is white noise. Right now in this moment, watching long lashes hide the blue of his eyes and how his mouth has dropped open to welcome another digit into the slick, pink ring of muscle---right now she remembers what beauty is. What an impact it has. Her thighs press together. Jaskier has work to do still to be ready and has just begun.
A ring? Ah. "Of course." Her fingers swirl over the bedding. That same crackle and electric surge to the air comes. It makes Yennefer shiver. No touch or other stimulation and her nipples are hard again. Chaos with the dizzy, wonderful drunkness of love have an effect. The ring that appears is silver, heavy. It has to match. Is Jaskier surprised? Perhaps it is even real silver. A cock and balls can fit through.
Yennefer reaches for it before he does, letting it drape over her pointer finger as she offers it to him. "Are we forgetting anything else?"