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"If I was born a lord, would you have looked at me at all? Am I not more attractive as your dirty little secret?"

It's indeed hilarious and hits home at the same time.

Jaskier wants both of them to be on the piano as part of his kink, so the position is a bit of a compromise. And they haven't done this one yet, so that's more exploring.

Gosh, not the coy look again. She's going to kill him with it. It makes his need to 'corrupt' her boil.

"You're wet enough and I'll be gentle." He kisses her nose. "So you have nothing to worry about."

A calloused hand raises her leg so he can finally go in. To follow the fantasy, he penetrates her very slowly while dropping little kisses on her shoulder and neck.

"Your flower is no more," he finally says when he's fully inside. She's tight, and wet, and just perfect. "You've claimed, Your Highness."

“Perhaps,” she replies, “but then we could be together.” Maybe that ruins the sexual fantasy of this whole thing, but Midge sees her character as a young woman infatuated with the handsome and charming bard who serves her court. She would probably want more than sex with him.

She moans softly as he pushes into her, putting her upper leg behind his so that he’ll have room to thrust. “Fuck, you feel so big.” Not an exaggeration. That’s part of why Midge loves this position.

“How does my cunt feel?” She asks. “Should I touch myself while you fuck me?” Last time he took her hand away when she tried to rub her clit.

"Your Highness dreams big," he simply says, unsure of how much of that was a fantasy anymore. He isn't supposed to be thinking right now, goddamit.

"It feels absolutely marvelous. So wet and ready for me," he replies against her ear. "Mmmh. I was about to say that's usually my job, but... go ahead. Because if you leave my hand free, then I can do this."

Jaskier's hand sneaks under her arm to grab her tit, squeezing it as he starts to move. "Moan for me, princess. I don't care if a guard hears. I shall gladly give up my head to hear your song."

His thrusts start slow and his mouth never leaves her ear so he can keep telling her how wonderful she feels, what a good girl she is. Her hand never leaves her breasts either, playing with them and pinching the nipples just to make her moan harder.

Midge gasps when he grabs her breast, and moans as requested. “I love when you play with my tits…”

Her hand moves down between her legs in order to stroke her clit, matching the speed of his thrusts for now. It’s perfect like this, with his cock pushing into her from behind and his lips at her ear, whispering things to her. Midge lets out a yelp of pleasure when he pinches her nipples.

“My body is yours, my sweet bard.”

His, huh? Don't mind him, gonna take that as permission to start moving faster, thrusting into her as if his life depended on it. His sweaty skin slips on the wood and later he'll realize what he's doing to the poor instrument - right now, he just loves fucking on music.

"Nobody will ever fuck you like I do," he grumbles between pants and moans, fingers digging into the skin of her breasts. "You can go back to your lordlings and your engagements, but you'll always miss my cock."

Midge reaches back, trying to gain purchase so she doesn’t slip off the piano and digs a hand into Jaskier’s hair.

“I know I will,” she pants, “you feel so fucking good.”

She slows her fingers a bit, wanting to delay her orgasm and enjoy the sensation of him fucking her even longer.

“This position is so naughty, my darling. Fucking like the animals do. I know I’m a good girl, but you love it when I’m bad, don’t you?”

"Oh yes. I love it when Your Highness is naughty - and that's what makes you so good in my eyes."

Jaskier doesn't notice the change of pace from her - he's already lost, his body moving on its own as he fucks hard into her, the sound of his balls hitting her rear making outright filthy music.

"Like animals do, princess? Should I get you on your fours and mount you later? Is that what you want?"

She lets out a loud moan at his words and the image that they form in her mind. “Fuck, yes,” she pants.

Unfortunately, their sex can’t go on forever. Jaskier is going to come soon enough. Midge speeds up the pace of her fingers over her clit, feeling her pleasure rise rapidly.

“Jaskier…” She reverts to the innocent princess. “I… I think you’re going to make me come.”

Oh, she really liked that, huh? She liked that so much that she broke character. Jaskier saves the information for later.

"Good. Come for me, princess. Come for me, and I'll reward you with my seed." his thrusts start going harder and faster, and his hand doesn't let go of her tits. "You would like that, would you not? To be nicely filled up?"

“Yes… I love it… oh my God…”

The orgasm hits her hard and Midge’s moans of pleasure ring off of the walls. Her body stiffens, then arches as the waves of pleasure flow over her. It’s perfect as always, especially the way he’s grabbing her tits. She clutches at his hair, never wanting it to end.

When it finally does, she slumps back against him, spent for the moment.

As soon as Midge starts orgasming, Jaskier lets go as well, only thrusting a couple more times before staying deep inside her to fill her up as promised. It still blows his mind that he's allowed to do that at all and it makes the orgasm so much better. His hand digs into her skin as his body shakes in ecstasy, sliding on the wood of the organ for that final touch. His body bends forward as if curling around her, clinging to her as he moans right in her ear.

Getting to feel her body against his from head to toes just makes it extra special.

Jaskier collapses when he's done too, but he leaves his head on her shoulder for the obligatory cuddling. After a few seconds to recover his breath, he finally speaks.

"I hope Your Highness is satisfied."

Midge absolutely loves the sensation of him coming inside of her. Yennefer’s potion is a miracle drug. The only bad thing about this position is that Midge can’t watch him when he orgasms.

She leans her head against his as he comes down. “Very satisfied, my sweet bard.”

Jaskier chuckles and kisses her shoulder. He would like to lie down and turn their position to cuddle properly, but now that he's going through post-nut clarity, he's thinking about the poor piano. He'll have to find something clean the wood - but that's for when his legs function again.

"That holds a new meaning after this. How was that for seduction?" he replies with a wide grin on his face. "Should I keep calling you princess, then?"

Midge would also like to move to another location for a proper cuddle once the two of them are able to use their legs again.

She laughs softly. “I liked it. Sure, you can call me princess. Your princess.” Lacing their fingers together, Midge brings his hand to her lips.

There’s a moment of silence, then: “We’re actually lying on top of a piano right now.”

Jaskier doesn't know about his princess, even if it does make his heart feel all fuzzy, but he reminds himself that he isn't supposed to think tonight.

He laughs pretty hard while finally pulling out. "Yes, we are. I don't know about you, but I loved this part too."

After a kiss to her cheek, he gets off the piano and takes her hand to help her down too. He also picks up the robes and this time he puts the small one on her shoulders while he puts on the big one.

With an arm half way through a sleeve, he freezes. "...please tell me you know where the cleaning products are." He falls to his knees as he puts a hand on the piano. "I'm sorry, dear. Your sacrifice is appreciated. I promise I'll leave you sparkling again."

Midge has a way of reminding him about their non-relationship relationship, doesn’t she?

“It’s truly the most unique place I’ve ever had sex,” she replies, taking Jaskier’s hand as he helps her off the piano. She wraps Muriel’s robe around her, and snorts a laugh at Jaskier’s actions.

“Wow, you get me dirty all the time and I’ve never seen this level of concern for me,” Midge teases. “Unbelievable. Cleaning products are probably under the kitchen sink. I’ll go look.”

Mental note: look for more unique places to fuck her.

Jaskier laughs as he leans over her shoulder to kiss her cheek. "That's because you look sublime when you've been properly debauched."

He rushes ahead to the kitchen without waiting for her and gets another slice of pizza to munch on it while he searches for the cleaning products. The pizza is cold by now, but he doesn't care. It's still good.

As soon as he has the cleaning products, he rushes back to the studio to start cleaning the poor piano. He's very concentrated on the task, singing along while he works. He only pauses to curse when he notices a dirty spot that he didn't see before.

Once he's done, he steps back to admire his work. "I wish I had wood wax. But it still looks good, right?"

She smiles. It’s true.

While Jaskier cleans the piano, Midge cleans up the kitchen, washing and drying their dirty plates. She keeps the wine glasses out for now, in case they want to finish the bottle. Knowing Jaskier, he will. When she finishes tidying the kitchen, she joins him in the extra room.

His care for all things musical shows through with his attention to detail as he cleans the piano. Just like he’s always so gentle with his lute. It’s really quite sweet.

“Looks like it’s never even been fucked on,” Midge replies with a nod.

"A pity," he says with an exaggerated sigh. "We should be allowed to keep souvenirs of our fucking."

It's a joke, of course - even if he had his own piano, he would clean it after fucking on it. Which he would often. He picks up the cleaning products and takes them back to the kitchen before pouring more wine. Midge knows him well.

"Did you hear about that artist who covered himself and his wife in paint?" he asks while pulling at Midge's hand to sit her on his lap. He wants his cuddling! "They fucked on a big canvas and framed the result. The literal 'art of fucking'."

She’s fine with cuddling him here, but consider a place like the bed - vastly more comfortable. They can bring their wine if they want.

Midge curls up in his lap and has a sip of wine. “That’s what most modern art looks like,” she says. “Sounds messy, but fun. We could try that.

You’re musical though. You probably want to create a song using my moans or something.”

"I did notice that lots of the art here is blotches without meaning," he replies while wrinkling his nose. "But watching that one while knowing how it was made was definitely an interesting experience." He tilts his head, smirking. "I was sharing a story, I wasn't expecting you to like it. Count me in, though. It does sound fun."

He wraps an arm around her, keeping her close while he reaches for his own glass. However, he freezes to stare at her with clear surprise.

"I always think of your moans as the sweetest music. You would be ok with something like that?"

“Apparently they do have meaning,” Midge tells him. “Some of the blotches are better than others.”

She notices how still he gets, then raises an eyebrow at his response.

“Oh, you really want to do that? Wouldn’t the song be obscene?”

"Do they actually have meaning, or is the artist pretending they do?" He sounds very skeptical. Because he is.

He sips some wine while closely watching her reaction. Her question actually leaves him thinking for a moment.

"I suppose it'd depend on the type of song and how much moaning sounds I use. My first instinct is to say yes, it'd be very obscene, and that's the point. But it could also be a story about two people coming together, and the moans only fade away at the end as their bodies finally crash into passion."

“It could be a whole grand conspiracy between the artists and the museums and the art critics,” Midge says. “If our sex painting isn’t hailed as the next Picasso, we’ll know why.”

She shrugs. “Might be hard to get radio play with actual orgasm noises in the song unless they’re really well hidden.”

He laughs pretty hard at that. Gosh, she's always so funny. Luckily for her, he's heard of Picasso already, although he could've figured it out by context. "If our painting isn't a hit, it's obviously because everyone will be jealous of how amazing our sex is."

The radio, right. Jaskier adores the invention, he really does. He has it on at home whenever he isn't making music of his own - the fact that these recordings allow music to play everywhere all the time is amazing and he welcomes it. But wrapping his head around putting his music there is still something he needs to get used to. It's not bad, just... new.

"It wouldn't be a song from such a context, no. The raunchy ones never are. Do you think I sang my dirty ditties at court?" He shakes his head. "Those were for the tarverns, mayhaps a festival." A pause as he remembers something. "Now I think about it, there've been a few exceptions. I got away at court with some lyrics that hid the naughty bits with metaphors." He sips his wine. "Although you'd think those so-called smart lords would get the very obvious meaning behind To pull on my horn / As it rises in the morn." He sing-sangs that bit.

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Lol @ fucking on music

now he just has to convince her to fuck on a church organ

Fortunately that’s not sacrilege to her!

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