Her cry is the sweetest agony and his hips nearly stutter with his laughter as the maid makes her excuses through the door. Yennefer squeezes him, her cunt drawn tight and quivering and, oh, Jaskier can only groan as he finally begins to lose rhythm. He thrusts through her peak, hips jerking and desperate, but as she calms it is all he can do to keep from gasping.
His cock aches furiously, nearly crossing into actual, appreciable pain. He is sure that when he withdraws it, it will be some strange and worrisome color--but oh, how sweet the music they had made.
"Aaaa--" He whines softly and his head presses against her own. His hands are fisted in the sheets beside her.
"My dear--if you would--please, please--"
He is plaintive, he will admit. His begging is shameless--he knows he lacks the dexterity to free himself and, besides, he is certain that Yennefer would prefer to undo him, herself. Unfortunately he cannot quite bring himself to leave the soft and velvet embrace of her, even if he can no longer thrust, overcome with the sensation of it all.
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His cock aches furiously, nearly crossing into actual, appreciable pain. He is sure that when he withdraws it, it will be some strange and worrisome color--but oh, how sweet the music they had made.
"Aaaa--" He whines softly and his head presses against her own. His hands are fisted in the sheets beside her.
"My dear--if you would--please, please--"
He is plaintive, he will admit. His begging is shameless--he knows he lacks the dexterity to free himself and, besides, he is certain that Yennefer would prefer to undo him, herself. Unfortunately he cannot quite bring himself to leave the soft and velvet embrace of her, even if he can no longer thrust, overcome with the sensation of it all.