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She reaches up to stroke her fingers through his hair, knowing how much it soothes him.

“I understand what you mean,” Midge replies, “but I wasn’t unhappy with Joel. I think I would have found ways to be content as a housewife and mother.”

It does soothe him - Jaskier closes his eyes and hums like a happy pet getting his ears scratched.

"I understand what you mean, too. But in my experience? You would've resented it in the long run." A sigh. It's not a nice thing to say, but they're having a serious conversation, so he isn't about to sugar-coat it. "Just a few days ago, you shared your frustration about your parents being too nosy. Remember that feeling clawing at your chest. Now picture it growing bigger and hotter without no outlet for years."

As much as she doesn’t want to admit it, he’s right. Midge sighs. Sometimes she wonders if she should swear off marriage completely, but she also wants someone to love, someone who will be faithful to her.

“This isn’t how I thought my life would go.”

"Is that so bad?" he asks with clear curiosity. "I mean, I do kind of know what you mean - I remember being disappointed to discover that knights, princesses, adventures, and mighty quests weren't what the popular tales said. But if you ask me now..." He shrugs, but he's also smiling. "I would rather eat squirrels and sleep in stables with Geralt again than go back to my old life."

She looks at him, thinking. “I like what I’m doing, my comedy. I still have my kids and my family. Sometimes I worry that I’ll have no one to share it with. No… romantic partner.”

“I don’t mean anything by that,” Midge adds quickly. “I’m just saying… in general.”

She didn’t want him to think that comment was aimed at him, trying to make him feel bad or anything like that.

"I know what you mean, don't worry." He kisses her forehead to reassure her. For a second he wonders if the subject of the wedding will come out, but thankfully, it doesn't, and he can stay relaxed.

"Your love life isn't over just because of the divorce, darling. You'll find someone sooner or later; you must give it time. You're young! Forget about what they've taught you, you aren't obliged to find the love of your life at twenty-two. Do you have any idea of the huge number of people you'll meet on your tours?" His tone becomes teasing. "Before you know it, you'll have to choose between that humble, cute shepherd from the farm and the handsome, headstrong businessman from the city."

And when she does, he'll be happy for her and he'll sing at her wedding. Because that's what she deserves - a man who can provide the married life she still wants.

Midge won’t push him about the wedding, at least not yet. As it gets closer, she’ll need an answer, but she understands that it’s a big ask.

She chuckles softly at his description of the two men she’d be torn between. What if who she wants is a handsome, sassy bard? It worries her, but not enough to stop what they’re doing.

“And you’re going to do this forever?” Midge asks. “You never want to settle down?”

She’s pretty sure she knows the answer to that.

"That's a funny question, because I keep feeling that's where this world is pushing me," he explains with a big sigh. He rests his head back on the cushions and stares at the ceiling, a bit lost in thought. "I miss traveling. Staying so many months in the same house with a family - it's almost become domestic. If I have to go out to promote their work or mine, I have to do it on schedule." His nose wrinkles with obvious distate.

"I like not knowing what will happen next. I like not knowing what the next kiss will taste like. I like not knowing what kind of song I will dance to in the next club." He drags a hand down his face. "I used to like seeing my career develop a step at a time. But here, it makes me feel like it's in a limbo."

“You find the unknown exciting, not anxiety-producing?” It’s a genuine question. “A lot of people settle into routines because they’re easier. Sometimes routines can get boring, but they can help ground a person as well.”

Midge continues stroking his soft hair. She knows that the progress of his career here has been frustrating for him. Many people work for years and get nowhere.

“Even if I’m technically in the entertainment industry, I don’t think I’m the best person to give out advice about it.”

"Of course! How can it NOT be exciting? There's so much to see in the world! Beauty waiting around every corner!" The passion in his voice is mixed with frustration. "I understand needing an anchor. I returned to Oxenfurt every winter, after all. Mayhaps routines wouldn't be so bad if people didn't apply them to their free time as well. They take it too far. They abandon all sense of curiosity and discovery. It's depressing."

His expression softens and he cups her cheek to kiss her sweetly. "I wasn't expecting you to. Sorry for souring the mood. My plan was to have a naughty night with more orgasms and less thinking, not to have an existential crisis."

“It’s nice to be able to see the world with someone else though, isn’t it?” She turns her gaze up to the ceiling. “Eventually, the party ends and you just want someone to come home to.”

“You haven’t soured the mood at all. We always end up talking about stuff like this between orgasms.”

Midge likes talking with him as much as she enjoys the orgasms. Almost as much.

“How’s your cock doing?”

"Of course. That's why I traveled for two decades with Geralt. I used to go home to Oxenfurt, to my peers. Now I come home to my family."

He's definitely not the loner type - he needs people and hates loneliness. But he's fine with getting his orgasms at one place and his emotional affection at home.

Her question makes him grin, and after quickly pecking her lips, he jumps off the couch. Turning around, he shakes off his hips, letting his pants and underwear fall off to present her arse to her. After toeing his socks off, he takes off his tie and throws it at her.

The buttons of his shirt are undone very slowly, and he leaves it on just as part of the tease. Then he goes to the door to pick up his satchel and lute, making sure to fully bend his body over to leave his perky arse up in the air, shaking it a bit before coming back.

Jaskier puts down his things on the reading chair and searches his satchel for a small jar of vaseline, which has clearly been used before. He lightly dips a finger in it and boops Midge's nose, leaving a creamy dot.

She grins as she watches his little striptease. His butt is very cute. Midge can’t deny that. As he slowly unbuttons his shirt, Midge reaches behind her to unzip her dress. As he goes to his satchel, she pulls her dress up over her head, leaving her in a bra. It’s a nice bra, one that matches the panties on the floor, but it’s not particularly fancy or sexy.

Midge scrunches her nose when she’s booped, then reaches up to wipe the Vaseline off. “I guess your cock is ready,” she says. “Where do you want to put on this show for me, my darling?”

"In the kitchen, obviously," he jokes.

After winking, he grabs the back of Midge's head and captures her mouth in a long, deep kiss that gets his body tingling again. When he breaks it, he doesn't go too far - he rests his forehead against Midge's with a glint in his eyes.

"That depends on how much you want to see," he explains in a husky voice. "Do you want me to lie down or get on my fours, have a full view of my arse getting pounded? Then we shall go to bed. Or..." He climbs on the couch then, putting a knee on each side of her legs and letting his cock brush her wonderful tits. "Do you want me right here on your lap so you can see my getting fucked face up close?"

“Lots of hard surfaces in there,” she replies.

Midge returns the kiss, opening her mouth against his as he fingers stroke down over his bare chest.

“I’m thinking… you on your back on the bed with your legs spread, me on my stomach with my head between your legs so that I can watch your fingers move and stroke your cock at the same time.” He might even get her mouth, if he’s a good boy. “Does that work?”

He gasps as the mental image starts sending his blood south.

"Fuck yes," he replies before taking her hand so he can drag her to the bedroom. On the way, he embraces her from behind and drops kisses on her neck, his hands making sure to squeeze her breasts before removing the bra.

In the bedroom, he takes off his shirt and puts it on her shoulders before crawling onto the bed. He does so slowly, shaking his arse a little more before lying down. Jaskier never stops looking at her as he opens his legs wide in a silent invitation.

"It's easier and more enjoyable when I'm aroused," he explains as he takes some vaseline and starts by stroking his cock, prompting it to wake up. "So maybe you can share some inspiration by telling me about your adventures with your hand while I was away."

Watching Jaskier lay down on the bed and spread his legs wide for her is so erotic. Midge can feel her pulse start to race. She joins him on the bed, lying between his legs on her stomach and watching as his hand moves up and down his cock.

“Now that you’ve showed me that spot inside me, I always try to touch it whenever I touch myself. I have to spread my legs wide and arch my back and push my fingers deep inside to get to it.”

Jaskier licks his lips as he watches her get comfortable between his legs, and the sight is enough to help him get fully hard. Gods, it's so hard not to reach for her and ask her to just ride him.

When she starts talking, Jaskier gets some more vaseline on his fingers and reaches down to start massaging his entrance. He spreads his legs as wide as he can, as if following her 'instructions' - which is also why he arches his back, giving her a full display of two fingers going in as Jaskier's moan echoes in the room. Sadly, he can't keep this position for long, but he does make sure to keep his arse up for a few seconds so she can see him open and stretched before his body falls back on the mattress.

"Yesss..." he hisses under his breath as his fingers start massaging his walls. His eyes are stuck on Midge. "You're a quick learner - I'm proud of you. Tell me more. How many fingers did you use? How fast did you thrust?"

She watches in fascination as Jaskier pushes two of his fingers into his ass. Midge has never seen anything like this, and watching it makes her body flush with heat. Reaching out, she wraps her fingers around his cock, ready to take over the stroking.

“Just two. That’s the easiest and feels the best. I don’t thrust hard. I like to go slowly and stroke that spot with one hand while I rub my clit with the other. I like to work myself up.

Are you going to find that spot inside you?”

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Jaskier gasps when Midge wraps her hand around his cock, not expecting it - but definitely not complaining either. "Fuck, Miriam..." He wonders if she can tell how easier it is to stroke his cock when it's covered in vaseline and if it does anything to her, but he doesn't want to interrupt her.

His fingers start thrusting slowly, working himself up just like she describes. His whole body feels hot, and his moans get louder when he realizes that looking at Midge between his legs means he can pretend she's the one fingering him. He wonders if she'd do it for him one day.

The mention of his spot makes him chuckle. "Already? What happened to working myself up?" He's teasing. Suddenly, his fingers come out, which makes him groan in both pleasure and frustration. "My lady will have to forgive me for breaking one of her instructions," he says while getting more vaseline. "But I like feeling full."

This time, three fingers go right in, and Jaskier's whole body arches, heels digging into the mattress. He then starts thrusting, and he still keeps it slow to match her story, but he does look for that spot like she asked. The loud fuck that escapes his lip and the way his cock throbs in her hand should be proof of it.

“Whatever you want, my darling.” Midge’s eyes are absolutely riveted to him as she slowly strokes his cock, made well-lubricated by the Vaseline. His ass opens up so easily for his fingers. She gasps when he cries out and his cock throbs.

“Did you find it? You should play with it… tease it.”

Leaning forward, Midge licks a stripe up Jaskier’s cock. Unfortunately, Vaseline doesn’t taste great, so he won’t be getting all of her mouth this time.

“Watching you do this is making me so wet, Jaskier. My cunt is soaked for you. Will you be a good boy and lap it up when you’re done?”

What started as just sharing her experience has become Midge taking full control of the situation, and Jaskier loves every second of it.

(He's so proud, too!)

(And she called him darling. His heart definitely skips a beat at that.)

He nods at her question as he inserts his fingers as deeply as possible, leaving them just to continue to tease his magical spot, his whole body shivering and sweating more by the second. Her wonderful tongue transforms his moans into the neediest of whimpers - that whimper only gets worse when she calls him a good boy.

The fact that she gets turned on by him fingering himself is incredibly erotic, greatly intensified by how she continues to direct the scene, talking about herself so naughtily and without shame (he really needs to tell her how proud he is later).

His fingers pause as he gets an idea, but he needs to catch his breath before speaking. "We don't have to wait," he says with a grin. "You can ride my face, or lie on top of me with your head between my legs. It would still give you a good view. Unless you want to look at my orgasming face, too. Then you can stay there and mayhaps grab my wrist to direct my thrusting." A wink. "My lady is in charge. The choice is yours."

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It’s clear to Midge that he’s enjoying this, and not only because of what he’s doing to himself. Her words and actions are adding to it, and that only turns her on more.

Jaskier’s suggestion is too good to pass up on. She releases his cock and turns herself around on the bed, hoping that she doesn’t look like an idiot doing this. After getting up on all fours, Midge slowly backs up until Jaskier’s face is between her legs. She has to arch her back a little and lean down on the bed, but she’s able to position her cunt at his mouth.

“What a naughty suggestion, my sweet bard. Can you see how I’m dripping for you?”

Midge rests her head on one of Jaskier’s thighs, then grips his cock again, her strokes firmer this time.

An idiot? Far from it. The view is absolutely amazing and Jaskier mumbles fuck yes before licking his lips in anticipation.

"Absolute drenched," he manages to say between moans. He's getting overwhelmed with sensations, after all: her hand on his cock, his own fingers up his arse, and now her cunt on his face. He can even smell her arousal, which helps him feel consumed by her. "Always so good and eager for me."

Jaskier buries his face in Midge's cunt, licking between her folds with gusto as his free arm wraps around one of her thighs to keep her in place. He savors the amazing taste of her fluids, making sure to clean them all before inserting his tongue into her entrance. That's when his fingers start thrusting again, matching the rhythm of his tongue as it thrusts too. Jaskier moans against her, sending vibrations right into her cunt.

He makes her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world with the way that he reacts to her. Midge settles in, spreading her knees and digging into the mattress.

“Always,” she confirms. “And you always lick me up like the good boy that you are.” He’d seemed to really like it when she called him that earlier. She gets off on being called a good girl too.

Midge squeals when he grabs her to him and starts to lap at her cunt, rocking her hips gently back against his face.

“Fuck,” she breathes. “You’re so good at that. You pamper me so well. When I was alone, I kept teasing myself, bringing myself almost to orgasm but then waiting, wanting it to be so good.”

She releases his cock and lets her thumb tease the head, her fingers brushing against his now throbbing shaft.

“I would pretend it was you every time, Jaskier.”

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