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Her question makes him chuckle - oh, how adorable she is. "Like what you see?" he teases with a big grin - this is going straight to his ego, too.

Jaskier lets out a little happy sigh when she starts touching him, enjoying the feeling of her warm hands on his skin. He hums every time her fingers move, encouraging her to explore more but also expressing how lovely it feels. While she plays, he undoes his belt and lets his pants drop, stepping out of them before toeing off his socks.

The white briefs are tight around his swollen groin, and a small wet spot at the front proves how much he wants this. Remembering the conversation they had about sexuality, Jaskier decides to play with Midde a little. He steps closer as he grabs her hands, guiding them behind him to drop them on his (very perky thanks to years of walking) ass.

His ego is going to be massive by the time they’re done. Midge doesn’t relish adding to it, but she has to admit it when he’s particularly spectacular.

She watches as he removes his pants, her eyes on the bulge in the front. A little frisson of desire runs through her. Then, he’s grabbing her hands and moving them to his backside.

It’s a surprising move, but she recovers quickly and gives his ass a squeeze. “I like what I see and what I feel.”

The squeeze causes him to buck his hips against her, and a little whimper escapes his lips. He's so fucking hard right now, but he's a man on a mission. "Glad my lady is pleased."

Then he kisses her again, taking a moment to suck on her tongue before breaking it. Don't worry, though, he isn't going anywhere: he kisses her cheek and makes his way down to drop open-mouthed kisses on her neck. His hands fall on her waist and slowly go back, too, to return to the squeeze to her lovely bottom. Every noise she makes is music to his ears, and he wants to keep playing her like a lute until she reaches the highest notes.

"I'm guessing marking your neck is out of the question, Madam Comedian." Considering stage presence and all.

After another kiss to her cheek, Jaskier starts to bend his knees to lower his body. He buries her face in her breasts, rubbing his cheeks against the soft fabric of her dress. His hands go down as he does, caressing the back of her legs.

Once he's finally on his knees, he grabs Midge's foot and drops another kiss on it. Raising her skirt just a bit is enough for him to lick his lips, which he does while maintaining eye contact with her on purpose. After a wink, he disappears under the dress, calloused fingers grabbing her actual thighs skin-to-skin while his mouth closes around them, offering more open-mouthed kisses dangerously close to her underwear but not getting quite there yet.

"But are your inner thighs a fair game?" It's a sincere request for permission, which he demonstrates by letting his teeth lightly graze her skin during another kiss.

She should have known that a man who plays string instruments would be good with his hands. Jaskier is hardly even touching any of her erogenous zones and her panties are already soaking wet for him. His time spent at her breasts is all too brief and Midge hopes that he might linger there a bit later.

When he disappears under her skirt, she widens her stance, spreading her legs for him. He’s already between them, sucking at the tender flesh of her inner thighs.

“Yes…” He can mark her there. Her thighs are more often than not covered by clothing. “Trying to mark your territory?”

Her spreading her legs makes him whimper again - so eager, so ready for him. His entire body shivers at the thought of her doing the same when he throws her on the bed and buries himself in her.

"More like trying to make a canvas out of you."

He barely finishes saying you before he's already nibbling on the skin of her inner thigh, gently but firmly. He then licks and sucks with gusto, knowing what the result will be even if he can't exactly see under her skirt. This is just round one, anyway. He can admire his art when he undresses her later.

His arms close around her legs to hold tightly as his tongue licks a trail up her thigh until he finally reaches her underwear, which is soaking. He smiles against the wet fabric and nuzzles it to both tease and bask in the smell. His own body is burning and the sensation is amplified by the fabric of her dress brushing his back and head, driving him crazy.

His tongue starts to slowly lick her panties, occasionally pressing in to tease her folds. It's an addictive feeling to be buried into a woman like this and hear the noises she makes while he plays her like an instrument. Jaskier finds pleasure in every little noise Midge makes and like an expert conductor, he waits for her to reach peak desperation before he finally grabs her panties with his teeth and pulls down.

Midge inhales sharply when she feels his mouth on her panties. It’s only a thin piece of cloth separating her from his tongue, but she still wishes it were gone. With his head under her skirt, she can’t find purchase by digging her fingers into his hair. She reaches out and clutches the corner of her vanity in order to keep steady.

Not being able to see him, just being able to feel him, is turning out to be hotter than she thought it would be. “Fuck,” she hisses as his tongue swipes along her, probing at her folds. Instinctively, Midge starts to rock her hips gently against his face, wanting more as he heightens her pleasure.

When he moves his head, she almost curses at him, then realizes that he’s gripping her panties with his teeth in order to pull them down her legs.

His teeth lower the panties as much as they can, but eventually his hands have to join to finish the job. Those same hands guide her feet to take off the panties, and he raises the skirt just enough to throw them across the room. All the while, he sings a little something.

"♫ Dip me under where you can feel my river flow and flow / Hold me until I scream for air to breathe / And wash me over until my well runs dry ♫"

(This song is not about geography.)

Calloused fingers caress Midge's legs as they make their way back up to reach her ass, squeezing tightly as Jaskier speaks. "That rocking from before? Keep doing it."

And without warning, he just dives in.

It only takes two seconds for him to become addicted. His hard dick aches every time her taste floods his mouth and her smell invades his nose, but it's such a delicious ache, which makes his body sweat and causes a wonderful contrast whenever her skirt brushes against his wet skin. His fingers never stop massaging her butt while he joins her song with noises of his own, sounding like a ravenous man having a feast with every lick and suck.

Even in her haze of lust, Midge can still enjoy a good metaphor. She laughs lightly at his song, enjoying the bright, clear sound of his voice. It’s ironic that he’s a singer considering that she can’t hold a tune.

A little gasp escapes her mouth when he grabs her ass. “You got it,” she replies.

Jaskier eats her like a man who hasn’t had food for days. All Midge can do is hold on tightly to the vanity and moan out her pleasure. She rocks her hips more forcefully this time, trying to get him to focus his tongue on her clit. He seems intent to explore her completely, and even she can’t protest that very much. She feels like she’s being devoured in the best way possible.

“Jaskier… yes…”

He's going to need her to say his name like that again.

If she wants him to focus on her clit, then her wish shall be granted. Jaskier closes his mouth around it to suck on it as if his life depended on it, making sure to pay attention to her moans to find the spots she enjoys getting licked the most.

This doesn't mean he won't explore her anymore - what is he, a monster? A hand leaves her ass so calloused fingertips find their way between her folds. At first, they just caress gently, massaging as they gather her wetness. When his fingers are drenched, they tease her etrance before his index goes in, moving slowly at first but joining the rhythm of his mouth one he's sure she's fine and enjoying herself.

She’s happy to let him know exactly how she likes it once his tongue finds the perfect pattern on her clit. “There!” She gasps, “Oh my God, don’t stop…”

Her free hand rests on top of his head, scrunching her dress as she digs her fingers into his hair through it. Midge needs to hold on to him, to have something solid to rock herself against as he brings her closer and closer to orgasm.

His fingers are a welcome addition. As he slicks them up, tracing her opening, little pleas issue forth from her lips. Midge’s eyes flutter closed, just focusing on feeling him drive her to the brink of madness. There’s a moan of satisfaction when his finger slides into her heat.

Stop? The last thing in his mind right now. A horde of monsters would have to come through the window to stop him.

His movements do fumble a little, though, when she grabs his head through the fabric of her skirt. He groans against her clit, his hips bucking into the air in desperation. His own blood is boiling thanks to the heat of the dress-tent, her taste on his tongue, and the wonderful music she's making that strokes his ears.

A second finger soon slides in as well and Jasker groans again as she feels how tight she is around his digits, his cock aching more at the mere chance of doing the same later. Both fingers go as deep as they can and curb inside, teasing her walls while his mouth continues to make obsene sucking noises around her clit.

The rumbling of his voice against her most sensitive parts adds to the pleasure that he’s giving her. Jaskier is so precise in his approach, his tongue and fingers working expertly in tandem. His fingers thrust in easily given how wet she is, the motion making an equally obscene noise in response to the greedy sounds of his mouth.

Midge’s thighs tremble and she gasps for air, hips stuttering against his face. She can feel the wave of a powerful climax build quickly inside of her until it finally snaps. Her walls contract around his fingers and she wails for him.

“Jaskier!”

Her whole body trembles now, knees buckling slightly as she rides out her orgasm. It’s been forever since she’s come this hard and she never wants it to end.

As soon as he feels her walls contracting around his fingers, his mouth pulls away just one inch to speak with a needy voice.

"Come for me, darling."

And then it goes back to work, letting his tongue lick away all her fluids as she comes on his face. His fingers stay buried inside her and help her ride out the orgasm; teasing, rubbing, and caressing until she can't stand on her own any longer.

Even during the aftershocks, Jaskier stays with his nose buried in her curls, making sure he's milking her until the last second. Only then does he finally move, letting the skirt fall back in place on its own as he stands up.

His dry hand gently cups her face to make sure she's looking at him when he licks his lips very slowly. The shine on his nose and skin around his mouth proves how deep he put his face in there, and he doesn't regret a single second of it.

"I didn't think you could get any more gorgeous, yet here we are." Her post-orgasm face is absolutely perfect, and he wishes he could just look at it for hours to keep it as inspiration for erotic poetry. He stares at her hungrily now as he takes a step forward, trapping her between the dresser and his sweaty body. His hips can't help but rub against her dress, and he has to bite down another whimper so he can ask- "I take it you had fun?"

Midge pants softly, trying to catch her breath. She watches as Jaskier licks his lips and can’t help put crash her mouth against his. She puts her hands on his chest as she kisses him hungrily, tasting herself on his tongue.

It’s a reassurance. No man who didn’t like women would press his face so thoroughly into her cunt and make her come that hard.

Midge grins when she pulls back from the kiss, though she stays close to him. “What woman wouldn’t have fun with a handsome man’s face between her legs? I hope you’ll do that again.” After another brief kiss, Midge reaches down between their bodies and cups his cock through his underwear. “First, I think we ought to take care of this. I’m also feeling very overdressed right now.”

Jaskier smiles into the kiss as he returns it, getting even turned on by her willingness to taste herself. It may be a sign she'll be adventurous in the future - and it appears there will be a repeat of this, considering her words.

Handsome man, huh? Jaskier grins and nods at her request, willing to do it as many times as she wants to. However, whatever he's about to say is lost when a very needy groan leaves his mouth as Midge cups his cock.

"Midge..." His voice begs as he buries his face in her neck, hand grabbing the dresser on both sides of her as he starts rubbing his aching erection against her hand. "Please..."

There’s something so erotic about hearing a man beg for you. Midge feels powerful. Fortunately, she’s not the type of woman to abuse that power, other than maybe a little tease.

She kisses Jaskier’s temple and ruffles his hair with her free hand while the hand on his cock traces the outline of it. She can feel him throbbing and the need to have him inside of her grows immensely.

Gently, Midge pushes him back so that she can turn around. Reaching behind her, she unzips her dress, looking coyly over her shoulder at him. After the dress drops to the floor, Midge unhooks the clasps to her bra and lets it slide down her shoulders.

She turns to him, completely naked. Her body is fantastic, her breasts large but still perky. Even so, there are things she’s self-conscious about. The only noticeable scars that she has are faded stretch marks on her lower abdomen.

The hair ruffling is adorable, and Jaskier would laugh if he wasn't desperetely moaning at the hend tracing his cock. He thrusts into it, hungry for more - instead she pushes him back, and once again, he pathetically whimpers.

Not complaining about the view, though, that coy look could make man come on the spot. He kisses her shoulder before letting his own underwear fall to the floor too, hissing as the fabric brushes his erection. It stands hard and proudly, average in length but thick enough. The precum at the tip shows how desperately in need of release he is.

Midge is a beauty to behold, and Jaskier can only lick his lips again at the sight. He doesn't even notice the stretch marks - how could he, when he has many scars of his own? Mostly little nicks and nips, but there's a slash on his ribs, claw marks on one leg, and a cut on the other thigh. Not to mention his own stretch marks on his neck. And this is still nothing compared to Geralt.

Marks on one's body are great - it means you survived.

"When you strip for me with your eyes closed, you fit into a glass that rests on my tongue." With need and lust in his blue eyes, he comes closer and drops his hands (sorry for the sticky fingers) on her waist, calloused fingerprints playfully tracing patterns on her stomach. "You fit into my hands like bread I’m hungry for, you fit beneath my body more exactly than its shadow."

He dives in for a new kiss, this one quite needy and clumsy compared to his smooth start, while his fingers reach her breasts to rather enthusiastically play with them. His thumbs rub her nipples until they're perky, perfect for him to pinch.

[ OOC: sorry about this, Jaskier. Also she’s going to make an assumption that I feel like must be true, but if not, let me know and I’ll edit. ]

Midge eyes his naked body, very pleased with what he has to offer. His cock is lovely, although the sight of it has her uttering a little oh. She’s never seen an uncut dick before. Having only slept with Jewish men in the past, all of her past partners have been circumcised. Midge isn’t deterred by the fact that Jaskier isn’t circumcised. It was simply surprising to her. Different.

Midge wraps her arms around him and gives him a sly smile. “Are you making that up on the fly?” If so, it’s pretty impressive, considering how aroused he is. Even if it isn’t, she thinks it would be hard to remember poetry at a time like this.

She opens her mouth against his when he kisses her. She sneaks in a little giggle and happy sigh when he cups her breasts. Midge likes when a man plays with her tits. Meanwhile, her fingers trace over Jaskier’s fantastic abs. They get dangerously close to his cock, but Midge is a bit worried that he’ll explode the moment that she touches him.

The contrast is quite funny, when one thinks about it: Jaskier had his first Jewish man recently, and he's still horrified by the practice. Thankfully, Midge doesn't actually comment on it, because it would've killed the mood. That little "oh" is understood by him as she likes what she sees, and that makes him happy. (Another point for his ego, oops.)

"It's an old one," he replies as he shakes his head. "But trust me when I say: after this, I'll have inspiration for days."

Inspiration for writing or for times with his hand? Yes.

That hand is driving him crazy, and Jaskier can't take it anymore. He wraps his arms around Midge and picks her up - he isn't a witcher or particularly sporty, but Midge is petite so he can carry her for a short distance without issues. Their legs hit the bed and he just lets them stumble down, putting his hands on the mattress to catch his weight and avoid crushing her.

Cornflower blues stare at her with deep desire, and a deep voice asks- "Tell me what you want," as he lets the tip of his cock sneak between her thighs. His whole body shudders at the contact.

She doesn’t dislike what she sees, at least.

“Glad I could be your muse,” Midge replies. The idea of that is more pleasing to her than she might have thought.

Her arms wrap tightly around him as he lifts her and then lays her on the bed. Her pulse races when Jaskier gets on top of her. With her hands caressing his chest, Midge puts her legs up over his hips.

“I want your cock inside me,” she says, her blue eyes boldly meeting his. She can feel his cock between her legs, pressing at her folds.

Her legs moving so quickly to get in place could already be a perfectly good answer, but then she actually uses words and gods - there's something to be said about cute little ladies using foul language like that.

He teases her entrance with his cock, a gasp escaping him at the wet, marvelous feeling. "Your wish is--"

Suddenly, he freezes, eyes widening as he remembers something. The groan that follows is one of frustration. "Fuck." His head falls on her shoulders. "I forgot about-- the wrapper. Thingy." He means condoms. "For my cock." Hard to remember a new word when there's little blood in his brain. Poetry is different; it's automatic. "Please tell me you have some here because I left the box in my jacket, currently decorating your hallway floor."

She holds her breath, waiting to feel his cock fill her, when suddenly, he’s panicking. Jaskier doesn’t seem like a panicker, so Midge is alarmed for a moment. After his explanation, she raises an eyebrow. “Condoms. You carry them around with you? That’s… optimistic.”

With her foot, she points to the bedside table behind him. “There should be some in there.” A relatively old box left over from when she was still married.

Jaskier wants to laugh at her comment, but he's biting down a groan as he pulls away from her. Hardest thing he's done all day. "It's called living a spontaneous life." It's also called he's a slut. "But if instead you want me to ruin your lovely sheets with my cum, just let me know." He winks, clearly teasing.

The box is easily found and Jaskier unrolls a condom while climbing back between her legs. "Want to do the honors?" he asks as he passes it to her.

“Whatever you say,” she teases back. Midge hasn’t minded a man cumming on her in the past, but she doesn’t bring up the option this time. It’s an intimate act, not something that she’s keen to do for a first time. If they grow closer, if they continue to do this, it might be a consideration for the future. A condom is fine. This way he can still cum inside of her without the risk of pregnancy.

Midge rips open the packet and pulls out the condom. Placing it on the (admittedly strange looking) tip of his cock, she rolls it up, her fingers teasing him along the way. Once it’s secure, she gets back into position with her legs over his hips.

“Now, where were we?”

A little mumbled fuck comes out when she teases him like that. She's already mentioned that there may be a repeat of this, so Jaskier will have to ask her for a handjob at some point. She has lovely hands.

As soon as her legs wrap around him, Jaskier is already bending over, catching the end of that "we" with a kiss. He uses a hand to guide his cock inside, letting out a long and loud moan as her warmth and tightness surround him. The kiss is broken so he can look in her eyes and make sure she's comfortable, then he starts moving.

His thrusts are slow at first - desperate may he be, but he likes a good fuck, and he isn't around to ruin it by coming quickly. He keeps showering her with kisses as he sings for her, being as noisy and loud with his moans as he is in regular talking. She feels absolutely divine around him, and every time he buries himself deep into her, he can feel his whole body melting under the waves of pleasure.

"So good for me," he whispers into her ear between groans. "So fucking good."

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(poem by Roque Dalton)

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lmaooo poor Midge. and yes, you're correct, he's uncut

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sorry, had to

at least somebody is thinking about protection

he's very paranoid about pregnancy so learning about condoms in this world was a blessing

aww no kids for him?

nope. but even if it was a maybe, he'd still not want an accidental one with casual lovers