"And I have heard many a time what practice brings." Perfection already lies with Jaskier. The connection is automatic. Yennefer hesitates to say so much. He is handsome. Beautiful. Lovely. Words sprouting out of nothing like flowers. That is another means that he inspires in her. "So accomplished," her eyes blatantly linger on the work of his hand.

Ready? She has a thoughtful, long hum. Instead of more petting, she denies him of no other touch beyond the sweep of her hair on his torso as she reaches for the cock. "I have never been a patient woman. ...and you are too delicious to resist any more."

The leather trappings resting on her skin move and she crawls over Jaskier. He must lay on the bedding alone now. Yennefer takes to kneeling at his spread legs, she takes a hold of the cock to set it into the tethers. It is a simple task, mundane nearly which is way she prefers to watch his hole clutch and shiver. Her fingers run down the length of the cool, dark surface of the shaft and she sighs lit gives her pleasure. "You're ready for me, dearheart. I know you are."

Before any other actions come into play she procures the vial and trickles it's contents down the black cock as she strokes from root to tip. A final assurance on her part that no harm will come to her dear, dear friend.