And fuck herself she does, groaning in both pleasure and frustration that it feels good but they both know it won't be enough. Not now that he's put that image in her head, too.

She takes it out on Astarion, massaging his balls with one hand while she works on wetting every inch of skin without fully taking him into her mouth, using her other hand to lift one of his to her hair.

"You'd better make up your mind," she warns Jacob, a bit muffled around her work, "Before we start without you."