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She grins deviously at him. “If I were, would that mean that you and Geralt would have to come hunt me?”

Midge kisses his neck, her hand brushing over his chest and playing with the tuning fork on his necklace. Leaning up, she finds his lips with hers and kisses him sweetly.

“I’m glad you liked it,” she murmurs.

"Mmmh, I don't know." He pretends to think very hard about it. "If I keep you well-fed, there may be no need to hunt you." A pause. "Unless this is you indirectly asking for a threesome."

Which he wouldn't be opposed to, but with someone else. And not for reasons related to certain witch.

He's glad to kiss her back, of course, but he's a little disappointed that the water has washed off the taste of his seed. It's such a turn-on to taste yourself on a lover. "And I'm grateful for those wonderful lips of yours. You looked magnificiently lascivious with my cock in your mouth." He kisses her mouth again while his hand rubs her thigh. "Give me a minute and I'll be happy to return the favor."

That statement takes her aback a bit. And yet, is it really that surprising? Geralt is a giant slab of a man that Midge wanted a piece of at one point. She guesses it makes sense that Jaskier wants him too. Is he having sex with Geralt?

“Not sure how Yennefer would feel about that,” Midge says. That was the barrier that Jaskier threw up within 15 seconds of Midge meeting Geralt. Is she a barrier for Jaskier too?

“I’m sure that you and I can come to an arrangement, my sweet bard.” Midge kisses his neck, sucking gently at the skin. “One that is to our mutual pleasure.”

"She would kill us both," he replies with no hesitation. He's only half serious. "I only wanted to know if you wanted a threesome, I wasn't already planning one - not with Geralt, anyway. We can find a more suitable partner, if you're interested."

Thank goodness for those kisses to distract him, because this conversation is going down a dangerous path that he doesn't want to step on in the middle of sex and what is supposed to be a lovely night. Of course, he has nobody to blame but himself - as usual, his mouth opened without him thinking things through. Midge makes it so easy to banter with her, and he loves following every bit of teasing. Her hunting comment had been such a great innuendo, it was so hard not to fall for it. Hard for his stupid dirty brain, anyway.

He hums to show his appreciation for the sucking, throwing his head back a little to give her more skin to play with. (Can she see the very light stretch marks, he wonders.)

"Feasting on you is very pleasurable for me too, trust me. But if you have something else in mind, I'm all ears."

“I don’t want a threesome,” she answers rather quickly. Midge is able to stop herself before her next thought comes out. I only want to be with you. That’s not what he wants to hear. Even if this is casual, Midge has no plans of seeking out other partners. Why would she when he’s satisfying almost everything that she’s looking for?

“Oh, I meant that we could come up with an arrangement in lieu of you hunting me.” She kisses his neck again. “Basically, you’ll have to sacrifice yourself to my whims.”

Pulling back, Midge notices the pale lines on Jaskier’s neck for the first time. She traces a finger over one of them. “Are these scars?”

"Oh." Well, now he feels silly. "I wouldn't mind pleasing your whims." He chuckles. "Sorry, obviously I meant: to be a victim for my terrible sweet mistress."

Ah, there comes the question. He wondered how long it would take. His breath catches for a second when she traces one of the marks, unsure of what to expect. His hand tightens on her thigh.

"Kind of. They're more like stretch marks, but I'd say the context could make them scars. A djinn put a tumor on my throat. It swelled, to put it lightly, because the actual details are quite gruesome. Yennefer cured me."

She nods seriously. “Thank you for your sacrifice. I’m sure you won’t find it to be much of a hardship to have all of my attention.”

When his hand tightens on her thigh, Midge wonders if she hurt him. Maybe the marks are painful. What he tells her seems horrible and Midge sits up to look at him.

“Oh God!” She strokes his chest soothingly, concern in her eyes. “Did it affect your voice?”

It's a love song. He shouldn't. It's too much. Yet as soon as she says that word, he can't help to sing-- "♫ Ponder all your wants in life, and make a little sacrifice. ♫" At least he kept the heavy parts out, he thinks.

Her concern is touching, to say the least. It makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Jaskier gets attached to people quickly, so he's glad that they're caring friends in her eyes too and not just fuck buddies.

"I couldn't even speak while it was there. It was terrifying. After Yennefer cured me, it wasn't as bad as I feared - kind of like recovering from a terrible cold."

He's greatly simplifying the story - obviously because this isn't the moment for gory details, but also because that day had been emotionally draining for him. It feels good to be able to talk about it all, though; it used to be much harder, especially when he still hated Yennefer. And Midge isn't asking about the burnt marks on his fingers, which would be the real awkward moment.

Jaskier kisses the corner of Midge's mouth. "Your kisses are a very effective healing balm as well."

She doesn’t know the song, so she doesn’t know that it’s about love. Midge just likes to hear him sing to her. Hearing it makes her heart flutter and she sighs happily.

Even though it’s only been a few days, she can feel herself growing fond of him. Sexual intimacy has that tendency, to spark feelings beyond the physical. Midge can feel them budding inside of her and tries to convince herself that it’s just friendly companionship and not something more.

“I’m glad she could help you.” When Jaskier says that her kisses are helpful as well, she resumes laying light pecks over the stretch marks on his neck.

“I’m sure Geralt was thrilled that you couldn’t talk.”

She couldn’t help herself with that comment.

Since she's happy to go back to affection, so is he. He runs his hands up and down her body, even the parts covered by the lingerie. The fabric feels wonderful on his skin.

Her comment makes him snort. "Very funny," he replies rather sarcastically. "I shall not take any comments on silence from the woman who gets wet on my voice."

Suddenly, he brings Midge down on the couch, looking down at her with a big grin and a spark of mischief in his blue eyes. His hands are on either side of her shoulders and he makes sure he isn't touching, although obviously their bodies are brushing on various spots.

Jaskier puts his mouth against her ear, and sings. "♫ I can see it in your eyes / because they never tell me lies / I can feel that body shake / And the heat between your legs / You don't have to run, I know what you've been through / Just a simple touch and it could set you free ♫"

“That’s our little secret.”

Midge gives a surprised gasp and then grins when he lays her down on the couch. Her eyes flutter closed and she sighs happily as he croons so sweetly in her ear.

As much as she doesn’t want to admit it, his voice does turn her on.

“Well,” she replies, “please consider this your personal invitation to touch me however you please.”

Midge spreads her legs as much as the couch will allow, offering him a hint as to where he should start with the touching.

The hint is seen and understood, but he's being a tease now and he wants to have fun. He nibbles on her ear and makes his way down her neck with cute little kisses, but his hands never join. The kisses continue on her chest, and this time he can't stop himself: he does stop at her nipples to suck hard on both of them. The combination of the fabric and her flesh sends a shiver down his spine.

A few more kisses on her stomach, a lick of her belly-button... and then he's sitting back on his heels. With his best innocent face, he lets a calloused finger touch her panties, lazily going up and down her folds as if testing how wet she is. And gods, she's so wet already.

"Absolutely soaking," he purrs, looking happily pleased. Then he's moving back to lie down on the other end of the couch, his head resting on the cushions against the armrest. "Come," he asks as he taps his chin. "Sit."

She giggles as he moves down her body, her back arching up to try to get more contact with him. Her giggles turn to moans when Jaskier sucks at her nipples. Fuck, Midge loves when he does that. She brushes his hair off of his face, fingers tangling in it with gusto.

Her eyes stay on his face as he strokes her folds through her panties. Midge gives a shuddering sigh and raises her hips to meet his hand. She’s been soaking wet for a while now and sucking his cock only increased it.

At his request, Midge props herself up on her elbows and gives him a confused look. “Sit… on your face?” she asks.

"Yes. Another first for you, I take it?"

His tone isn't judging, just curious. In fact, his smile grows, because he loves 'corrupting' her and teaching her things. He wonders if this also means she's never done mutual-oral, and he saves that idea for later.

"I'd ask you to crawl on top of me, but since it's your first, let's make it easy to avoid accidents, mmh?" A wink. "Get off the couch and walk over here to climb. Put your knees on either side of my head. You can hold on to the back of the couch or the armrest, but I wouldn't mind a hand on my hair."

“I never literally sat on Joel’s face,” Midge says with a laugh and a shake of her head.

Getting up, she follows his instructions, straddling his face on her knees. Admittedly, she’s kind of hesitant to sit down, though her arousal grows by the second as his face gets closer to her cunt.

“Are you sure I won’t hurt you?” she asks, hovering above him.

"Another good reason to divorce him," he jokes.

Her cunt gets closer and Jaskier licks his lips, already growing crazy over the scent of her arousal. She appears to be unsure, so he puts his arms around her thighs (which he'd been planning to do anyway) and rubs them gently.

"Just make sure not to drop your whole weight on me. Keeps most of it on your knees, and brace yourself on the couch. Feel free to rub yourself on my mouth or even thrust. And if at any moment you're uncomfortable, say the word and we stop."

Determined to make her less nervous, Jaskier makes sure to keep eye contact as he raises his head and licks a streak between her folds, once again being grateful for the lingerie idea.

Jaskier is good at soothing her. Despite not knowing him for very long, Midge trusts. She nods at his assurances and the gentle touches to her thighs. “Same for you,” she replies.

Midge settles gently on his face, following his instructions and keeping most of her weight on her knees. She grips the arm rest of the couch as he draws his tongue over the fabric of her panties.

“Please…” she says with a light moan.

The scent and wetness of her arousal flood his senses, and Jaskier can't stop a little groan of his own. From this angle, he also has a fantastic view of her tits, and he can't wait to see them bounce.

He starts slowly, letting her get used to the position and to handling her weight. His tongue laps at the wet spot on her panties, loving the sensation of the fabric against the skin of his face. With every second that passes, his pace picks up, and soon his licking is replaced by his mouth sucking around her clothed mound.

As her voice starts to crack, Jaskier pauses. "Enjoying yourself so far?" he asks before dropping a kiss on her thigh while a hand reaches in to finally move her panties over.

She moans openly when Jaskier starts to lick her in earnest. All of the want that she suppressed while she was giving him the blowjob has come roaring back with a few strokes of his tongue. Her hips gently move against his face, needing that extra bit of stimulation.

“I think you know the answer to that question,” she replies cheekily. When he finally pushes her panties to the side, she feels the cool air of the room hit her slick folds and she sighs needfully.

"Mmh, I don't know. Maybe you should keep moving your hips like that. To assure me, of course." And because he absolutely loves it.

His tongue buries between her folds and the lapping resumes, making sure to be extra noisy about it. He genuinely loves her taste, but he also adores the lewd sounds of sex echoing in the room with the radio's soft music. His hands move to grab her buttcheeks, squeezing them and pushing her against his face as an addict desperate for more. Soon the lapping stops at her clit, licking it for a few seconds before he starts to suck hard on it.

“Oh, I will,” she breathes. Her hips resume their movement in time with his mouth. The noises that he’s making actually make her giggle. “It sounds like you’re slurping me up like soup.” Not that she’s complaining.

When he switches to concentrate his mouth on her clit, Midge moans openly. She grips the arm rest with one hand, Jaskier’s hair with the other. “Fuck.”

A fuck escapes him too, muffled by her cunt - he likes her hand in his hair, and it seems she's confident enough in the position to keep it there. Good. Jaskier can already feel his blood starting to boil, and he knows his cock will be ready for round two soon.

While his lips keep on sucking on her clit like a feast, one of his hands reach from behind to gently insert a finger into her cunt, thrusting slowly at first. But as her hips continue to move, his hand matches the rhythm. Blue eyes full of desire keep looking at her face to enjoy how beautiful she looks in the throes of passion - but they definitely admire the bouncing of those glorious tits as well.

“Yes,” she gasps when she feels his finger prodding at her entrance. It’s so satisfying when he slides it in. Sometimes it’s as if Jaskier knows her body better than she does with how comfortable he is touching her. Midge's hips stutter as she feels herself starting to lose control. The walls of her cunt squeeze around his finger and she grinds against his mouth, breasts bouncing with each thrust forward.

“Jaskier…” Midge says his name amidst a series of moans. Her thighs start to tremble from the pleasure and from the effort of holding her weight. She’s been so aroused for so long that the first orgasm will be easy to coax from her body.

If he had been fully hard now, it'd be very difficult not to come when she says his name like that. He wants a recorder to get her voice, and a camera to get her face... she's a work of art from head to toes, and he wants to treasure her as art deserves.

Her trembling thighs speak for themselves, so Jaskier picks up the pace as he adds a second finger, rubbing her walls and looking for that special spot to play with it too. His mouth never leaves her clit, but he does make a humming song asking her to come right there on his face.

He finds her G-spot easily and Midge cries out for him when he pleasure spikes. Between his fingers there and the way he’s humming over her clit, she’s a goner.

Midge looks down into his electric blue eyes as the orgasm explodes inside of her. Keeping eye contact while orgasming is difficult, but she manages it, her whole body shaking with pleasure until it subsides. She collapses on top of him, then has the wherewithal to push herself up on her knees again so that he doesn’t suffocate.

Sliding back, Midge sits on his abdomen instead and looks down at him with a satisfied grin.

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(stolen from The Weekend)

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