Astarion has the teasing under control - the working in and out, the twisting. Rosita lets hers be steady, curling inside him, both stimulating and encouraging him to relax.

It's fascinating, and intimate in a way she hasn't experienced before; she kisses Astarion's hip shoulder where she's leaned close, steadies Jacob's hip with her spare hand.

"Just hold on," she soothes. "You're doing so well -"