"A little more than, oohh." Speaking him through the action is just a bonus. Jaskier knows what to do. The magnitude of sadness, the depth she had only begun to see clearly means that his life had a vacancy. A vulgar but true though that it was just waiting to be filled. He asked for that person to be Yennefer.

She peppers his face in kisses. Brief and erratic. Her breathing is not even and she would have to be dead to not be moved. The cock is almost engulfed. Her cunt clenches on nothing. Keeping her legs spread makes her more aware of how wet he makes her just lying back and taking. And not a limp fish, no, no. The way he touches on her like he is adrift at sea in a storm and she is the only thing keeping him afloat.

"It can be in your throat if that is what you wish." The edge of her smile could be wicked if she lets it. "Later." Pinning him to the bed and treating the Golden Fawn patrons to a concert is a better action.

Yennefer rocks her hips forward, giving him that grind he so wanted. Her lips drop open and with breasts like her own they will move. Silver buckling clinks. The bed starts a clunk to the wall. The bard is surrounded by music.