He is the one giving all of the vocals, the room accompanying in what way it can. Yennefer orchestrating or perhaps providing the tempo. Her thrusts stay in closer to him, far more concentrated. And what guides her along is the volume, the way his voice climbs and the quality. That need and urgency has her heart racing, every connected motion forward into the cradle of his hips has a low noise of effort. Jaskier's pressing grip could bruise. She loves it.
"That is---just like that. Oh, lovely. So-so lovely." Encouragement has not yet failed to reach him. Jaskier is already flying so very high. The ragged breathing of him--no, them--fits together. His cock is visibly aching and it's so perfect to behold. The silver ring only ceases the physical release. Nothing and no one can keep him from the pleasure he is owed.
His body moves wildly, arching up to her. It plunges the obsidian cock a might deeper and it can go no further. His body can clutch and clench on it's unyielding surface to it's content. It's glossed, heavy mass now warm from Jaskier and friction.
Such a dynamic end befitting a wondrous person. Eyes wild, a shaking mess of a man. She has this power. Yennefer stills. Her thighs, hips, stomach and buttocks ache from rapid to no motion at all. Looking down at him now, the most wrecked and handsome of expressions yet. She breathlessly laughs when there are no words spoken. "Have you come back to me, Dearheart? I lost you in the stars." Moving carefully, so carefully she presses kisses to the corners of each eye. No crows feet, just proof of merriment. That fluttering, wild beat of his heart under her hand. "You're so, so good for me. I cannot believe my eyes." Her breathing hasn't regulated and the words are thin and airy.
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"That is---just like that. Oh, lovely. So-so lovely." Encouragement has not yet failed to reach him. Jaskier is already flying so very high. The ragged breathing of him--no, them--fits together. His cock is visibly aching and it's so perfect to behold. The silver ring only ceases the physical release. Nothing and no one can keep him from the pleasure he is owed.
His body moves wildly, arching up to her. It plunges the obsidian cock a might deeper and it can go no further. His body can clutch and clench on it's unyielding surface to it's content. It's glossed, heavy mass now warm from Jaskier and friction.
Such a dynamic end befitting a wondrous person. Eyes wild, a shaking mess of a man. She has this power. Yennefer stills. Her thighs, hips, stomach and buttocks ache from rapid to no motion at all. Looking down at him now, the most wrecked and handsome of expressions yet. She breathlessly laughs when there are no words spoken. "Have you come back to me, Dearheart? I lost you in the stars." Moving carefully, so carefully she presses kisses to the corners of each eye. No crows feet, just proof of merriment. That fluttering, wild beat of his heart under her hand. "You're so, so good for me. I cannot believe my eyes." Her breathing hasn't regulated and the words are thin and airy.