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“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.”

His hips thrust into her hand when she calls him a good boy - yep, definitely likes it. She doesn't stop there, though, oh no - she keeps praising him, stimulating his mind the same way she's overwhelming all his senses.

His movements start getting a bit clumsy as he begins to lose control, every word leaving her lips plus the combination of her fingers and his on his sensitive areas driving him absolutely crazy. His hand picks up speed as he fucks himself harder, and with his face covered by her cunt it's even easier to pretend those are her fingers.

She edged herself, he realizes, like he did for her last time. Then waiting, huh? He wants to follow her game, he really does, but it's just too much. Especially when Midge teases his head and says she pretended it was him - that's enough to send him over the edge.

Jaskier feels his walls tightening around his fingers as he comes all over her hand, with a few drops probably falling on her face too. It's one hell of an intensive orgasm and his whole body arches once more, perfect ecstasy hitting every single nerve of his body. He makes sure to keep stroking his spot, making the orgasm last as long as possible. His moan echoes in the room first, but his arm moves from her thigh to her waist - he wants to keep her cunt on his face so she can feel every second of it.

Midge has never seen a man come like this before. Jaskier explodes all over his stomach and her hand as she feels his body stiffen beneath her. His moans against her sensitive folds send shock waves of pleasure through her body.

She wipes most of the cum on her hand on his stomach before wiping at her face. She licks the remnants off of her hand.

“Wonderful, my darling. You came so much. Is it my turn?” Midge whimpers, her hips insistent against his face. “I’ve been such a good girl, haven’t I?”

His mind is still floaty and the body of a beautiful woman is on top of him. He could die right here pretty damn happily, honestly.

Her voice brings her back to reality, and he can't help but chuckle at the way her hips are asking for more. Always so eager for him - an observation he makes all the fucking time, but can you blame him? He just loves it so much.

"Oh yes," he replies as the arm around her waist brings her as close as possible to his face. The smell of her arousal is intoxicating. "You've been such a good girl for me, Midge." She's so wet that it's easy for him to insert two fingers into her cunt, curling them to find that spot on her. "Do you know how amazing it is when you're in charge? I love seeing you take control of your sexuality. There's something so fucking erotic about a woman telling me what she wants, what to do. I want you to command me like you command the stage."

His fingers then start thrusting. "Feel free to sit up if you wish, darling." And with that his mouth closes around her clit, sucking on it like a starving man while his fingers continue to thrust.

Midge cries out when he starts to fuck her with his fingers, her hands gripping tightly at the bedsheets, her moans turning into a squeal when he finds that spot. He’s so much better at touching it than she is.

“Yes… please don’t stop.” Her thighs tremble and she doesn’t think she can sit up. Staying just like this is absolutely perfect. Her pleasure grows exponentially until she can feel herself just on the edge of orgasm.

“Jaskier!”

"Be a good girl and come for me," he talks right against her thigh, and drops a kiss there before his mouth gets back to work. His tongue continues to play with her clit and his fingers do one hard thrust before staying inside, calloused tips rubbing and pressing her spot.

Even when she reaches ecstasy, he never stops moving, riding her through it to make it last and because he loves tasting her orgasm with all his senses.

He doesn’t edge or tease her, and Midge is grateful for that this time. She loves it when he calls her a good girl and there’s nothing more that she wants to do than come for him.

With a loud moan, the orgasm slams into her like a tidal wave. The walls of her cunt spasm around his fingers as her whole body succumbs to ecstasy. It’s over too soon and she collapses on top of him, her head still on his thigh as she tries to catch her breath.

Jaskier could hear her coming all day long - just make a song out of it, play it while he's composing. He licks her folds to collect every drop of her orgasm and doesn't stop until she collapses. Then his hands gently rub her legs, and he even drops a kiss on her ankle.

"Enjoyed the show, I take it?"

She pants softly for just a moment, then huffs a laugh at his comment. “I did, and it’s pretty obvious that you did too.”

Carefully, she pushes herself back up on her hands and knees so that she can turn around. Midge gives him a long, sensual kiss before laying her head on his shoulder. Her fingers stroke his chest, playing with his necklace.

“Something about enjoying seeing me take control of my sexuality?”

Jaskier laughs back. "Of course I did! I am a free bird, but there's one cage I'm willing to accept, and that's having all my senses enveloped by a beautiful, witty woman."

He waits patiently while she moves and meets her kiss with a big smile. His arms don't hesitate to wrap around her, bringing her close for the mandatory cuddle. His nose buries in her hair to nuzzle it, and he chuckles at her comment.

"Oh yes, you were fantastic, darling. Taking control, getting what you want, having your man caught under your metaphorical heels. I'm so proud of you, darling. And turned on, but proud sounds deeper."

She actually blushes a little at his praise. Out of the moment, she’s less confident.

“I’m glad you liked it. I didn’t see it so much as being in charge. It felt more like giving you instructions.” Midge gives him another kiss. “I didn’t know how I’d feel watching you do that, but it was… really arousing. You liked it when I called you a good boy, didn’t you?”

"Call me crazy if you must, but I believe that a person giving instructions is usually in charge."

He's happy to kiss her again, and when he notices that she's blushing, he kisses her cheek too. How can she be so sexy one second, and the cutest thing the next? "I'm glad you like it too. It's uncommon for women to interact with that side of me. They see it as less manly." He chuckles. "And you liked it when I called you a good girl. We're nothing but stage hoggers hungry for approval."

“It’s true,” she admits. “I love it when you call me that… when you praise me.” It’s still a little strange for her to admit that out loud, but Midge is getting very used to discussing her turn ons with Jaskier. There’s never any judgement from him whatsoever, and that makes her feel safe.

“I could tell that it felt good and ultimately that’s what this is about. I want to make you feel good.”

Her kiss is sweet this time, with a lot of emotion behind it. Having these sort of intimate moments only make her budding feelings for him swell.

"Another thing we have in common, then." He kisses her nose with a grin. "Happy to hear you confirm that. It means I can shower you with poetry describing how pretty you are."

And boy, does he have a lot of that. He's been with many lovers who enjoyed compliments in the form of poetry, but they often got tired of it after a while.

Her comment makes his heart swell, and Jaskier can't stop looking at her with adoration in his eyes. That's indeed what sex is about - making the other person feel good, and finding your own pleasure in that act. ...well, there's also feelings, and the fact that his crush is shaking with glee thanks to her words and this amazing kiss, but he is not supposed to be thinking about that tonight. That's what he tells himself, but he returns the kiss with as much emotion anyway.

He rests his forehead against hers when they pull apart. "You're right, that's what this is about. I love making you feel good, too. So never hesitate to ask me for things to try. Because that just now? Absolutely marvellous."

“I would love that,” she says with a sigh. “Even if I get embarrassed and tell you to stop… you shouldn’t.” His poetry is lovely, and she’d have to be a fool to tell him stop writing verses about her.

Midge grins and rubs her nose against his. “I’m sure I’ll come up with something before the night is over. You bring out my creative side, Jaskier.” Reaching down, she grabs at his ass. “You have a very cute butt. Watching your fingers go inside was so erotic.”

"Your wish is my command," he says with a grin before reciting. "Her laughter, a symphony of delight, / Echoes in dreams, igniting the night. / Her touch, a whisper, gentle and kind, / Leaves a lasting imprint on my mind."

That compliment takes him by surprise, and he beams. "Inspiring an artist's creativity is an incredible honor." He gasps when she grabs her ass, not expecting it either - again, she's being very daring tonight, and he loves it. The comment makes him laugh. "That's what years of walking get you." A wink. "Having you between my legs was amazing because I was pretending they were your fingers down there. Which is on the table if you ever want to try."

Midge smiles lovingly at him. “It’s amazing how you can come up with that so quickly.” Maybe he wrote it earlier and memorized it, but still. She’s terrible at poetry.

“I meant creativity in the bedroom, but now that I think about it, you’ve inspired my comedy as well.” She’s added in some jokes about the guy she’s ‘seeing’ and the sex they have. The blush returns to her cheeks when he suggests that she could finger him. “I’m not saying no…” she tells him, “because I like making you feel good. But maybe we can work up to that.”

Midge isn’t sure if she’s brave enough yet.

Gosh, she has such a beautiful smile. Jaskier can't stop himself from kissing the corner of her mouth, as if trying to taste the sunshine in that smile. "I actually wrote that one when I was in the backyard composing the other day. Remember? When you texted me for 'guidance'?" He waggles his eyebrows.

"Even if you'd meant only sexual creativity, I would've still been honored. I did notice certain new jokes in your act tonight, though. It almost made me hate the anonymity; you're doing wonders for my reputation." He smiles softly at her response, still finding her blushing adorable. "That's perfectly fine. We have all the time in the world."

“Oh really? All your poetry impresses me. I was always terrible at it when I had to write it in school.”

Midge snuggles in close, enjoying cuddling with him as always. She’s so glad that he likes it too.

“Should I call you by name on stage? Jaskier of Oxenfurt has been blowing my mind with orgasms?”

He would probably love that.

"Imagining little Midge trying to rhyme is the most adorable image." It's a tease, but he also means it. "Surely you did well in other areas of your Literature classes? You have a way with words, it just happens to be different from mine."

Cuddling is indeed great, and Jaskier's hand draws random shapes on her back while enjoying the closeness. Her being so petite makes her the perfect fit against his body.

That question makes him laugh pretty hard. "I wouldn't mind that at all." How could he? He loves attention. "Just make sure it doesn't trigger a series of events that ends with your father stabbing me."

“I did,” she replies. “I liked literature so much that I studied Russian Literature.” Midge shrugs. “It seemed interesting and I needed to pick a major.” She went to college to meet a husband.

A snort of laughter is given at that response. “He won’t stab you. As much as I’m sure you’d like the free promotion, I don’t name names onstage. It’s easier for listeners to imagine themselves in the position if there’s no name attached.”

People come to her shows for escapism, but they also have to be able to relate to her.

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