After all this time and effort, he only now has fallen out of pace? A true hero. Her heart is beating so fast and she will not let him go from he, no matter how he wriggles. The rippling feeling resonates still in her spine up from her cunt and back down again. Blessed Melitele, seems as though she is the only one that ever listens. Yennefer returns fire, lazy and as erratic. Her limbs feel so pleasantly limber.

There is a way to undo the ring. There always is. And a ring conjured by her magic? Best believe there is a remedy without having to withdraw.

"Ssshhh." Her nose nuzzles close to his ear. Breath shifts his hair and his jaw close to his ear gets a messy set of kisses. "I've got you. Never fear." Fear is not the motivator. Jaskier trembles and his whole body tense as a tuned chord on his lute.

"Thistledown." That is the chosen word that operates the latch of the silver ring. It opens and drops from his cock and balls. Yennefer's arms and legs clutch on him, wanting to feel each and every movement of his body.