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"Your mouth is very talented." And it's another way for her to be in charge, which Jaskier adores.

He can't help but snort at her comment. "They can, yes. But do they?" He keeps eye contact as he sips his wine. "Part of me doesn't want to share the details, should teach you to love the unexpected." He stands up and walks behind her. "But you like it when I talk." He lets a finger trace the line between her shoulders before he leans in to whisper in her ear. "You like it when I describe in great detail how hard I want to fuck the housewife out of you."

His hand reaches over her shoulder, and for a second, it appears to go down... but it actually grabs another slice of pizza before Jaskier returns to his seat to eat. He's grinning around the cheese, perfectly aware of what he's doing.

“Sometimes,” she replies. Marriage isn’t necessarily the death of interesting sex. It doesn’t have to be. But that’s a moot point, considering that she and Jaskier aren’t getting married.

“Yes, I do,” she says, her pulse ticking up just a little when he moves behind her. Her breath hitches at his words and she lets out a little ‘oh’. Then he’s teasing her again.

Two can play at this game.

Midge’s foot stretches out and her toes caress over his ankle and up his calf. “That’s one of my favorite scenarios for us to play out. Me, the curious housewife. You, the charming rake. Showing me what I’ve been missing.” Her toes keep going higher. “What do you plan to show me tonight? I love hearing exactly what you want to do to me.”

Jaskier throws his head back and laughs, delighted that Midge is joining the seduction game and amused by being called a rake. That's a new one, although he's been called many similar things.

Jaskier tries to keep it cool and takes another bite of his slice, but he doesn't hide the way those toes are making his body shiver.

"Is it truly a 'scenario'? Or just the truth?" He grabs a string of cheese and rolls it around his tongue before swallowing it. "I believe I've already shown you something most housewives haven't seen earlier." He lets his free hand fall on her ankle, caressing it lightly. "How did that feel, by the way? Erotic, yes, you said as much. But what else, Miriam? Did it feel powerful? Dirty? Forbidden?"

“There’s a lot of truth to it, though we have played it up in the past.” It arouses her, all the new things that they’re doing. It’s part of why she said yes to him in the first place. Midge wanted to experience heightened pleasure, and he’s given her that tenfold.

“You certainly did.” Her toes move over his knee and start to creep up his inner thigh. “It felt very forbidden, but watching you turned me on so much. You looked like you were in ecstasy.”

"I was," he replies, but something else she said has caught his attention. "Playing it up, huh?"

Jaskier squints his eyes at her, an idea forming in his head. His hand grabs her ankle, stopping it before it goes any farther. There's some things to consider, which he does while finishing his slice - cheating is probably not a subject he can joke about. Mmh.

He takes a good moment to plan things in his head, always keeping eye contact with her while he eats. When he senses she's about to speak again, he finally says something.

"Princess Miriam," he says before lifting her leg to kiss her ankle. "Are you sure? Your parents could come back any minute. If the king were to discover I'm taking your flower, you may lose your right to the throne. And I may lose my head."

In all fairness, playing a cheating role play where she’s a frustrated housewife doesn’t bother her that much, even if it’s very close to reality. The difference is that neither of them are actually cheating on anyone.

Does that make sense? Maybe not.

This role play piques Midge’s interests as well though. She gives him a small smile before slipping into character.

“Jaskier, I’ve wanted you ever since you became my father’s bard. You’re the only one that I want to take my flower, before father marries me off to some horrible lord.”

It does make sense - that's what fantasies are about.

Jaskier grins at her reply, so fucking giddy at the fact she's playing along. He gently puts down her leg and cleans his hands with a napkin before leaving his chair. It's clear he's spent a long time in court by how easily he falls on one knee and takes her hand to kiss her knuckles.

"Your Highness flatters me," he says as he turns her hand around to nuzzle it. "Yet I can't deny I've wanted you since I laid eyes on you as well." And hey, that's actually true. "Is it true that the king has eyes and ears in the walls? Do you think someone can see me now?" He then takes one of her fingers in his mouth to suck it, taking most of its length with no difficulty to breathe.

Oh, there’s something absolutely charming about seeing him get down on one knee and kiss her hand. Her breath catches when he sucks her finger into his mouth.

Midge supposes that her answer partially depends on where Jaskier wants to fuck.

“In many rooms, yes, but not the music room. We would be safe there.”

He did say he wanted to fuck her on the piano.

He grins around her finger and almost drops character to kiss her for remembering that detail, but catches himself just in time.

"As Your Highness commands."

Determined to make a whole performance out of this, he tiptoes to the kitchen door and looks both ways, as if checking that the corridor is clear. Then he comes back for her, gently taking her hand while a finger goes to his lips to ask for silence.

Jaskier guides Midge down the corridor, walking against the wall as if they were really sneaking around. They make it to the studio, and Jaskier closes the door before turning to look at Midge with hunger in his eyes.

"We'll have to keep it quiet - guards are patrolling the gardens." He tilts his head to indicate the window. Then he walks toward her, forcing her to step back until her back hits the piano. Jaskier puts his arms on either side of her, grabbing onto the wood as he leans in to whisper in her ear. "How protective of you has your father been, princess? Is it merely your flower that he's protected? Or you haven't kissed a man either?

Midge follows, playing along with the whole scenario as she looks fearfully over her shoulder. Once inside the studio, her face registers some relief.

She gasps when she’s backed against the piano, trying to remember back to when she was a virgin and draw from that for inspiration.

“I kissed the son of a viscount once,” she murmurs, “but no man has taken my flower. Father told me it was only for the husband he had picked for me, but I think I should be able to give it to whomever I choose.”

Jaskier bites his lip to stop a chuckle from escaping him, not wanting to ruin the scene. Leave it to Midge to still be a hilarious little shit even in a context like this. This is why he adores her so much.

After taking a deep breath, he pulls back and cups her face, his thumb lightly tracing her lips.

"Only once. So you haven't experienced the art of kissing. Not truly."

He kisses her then, slowly and sweetly, guiding her like she was a precious young thing that just came of age. Once she's into it, his hand moves from her cheek to the back of her head at the same time that his body moves forward to keep her pressed against him. Jaskier takes his sweet time keeping the kiss chaste, letting her bask in it and looking to melt her little by little. Eventually, his tongue searches for hers, and the contact is electric. He tastes her thoroughly, letting out a little hum of delight.

Midge almost got him to laugh, and that will never NOT be her goal, regardless of what they’re doing.

She closes her eyes and allows herself to feel the same way that she did the first time that she was kissed, or at least the first time she kissed Jaskier. It was at her apartment, the afternoon they sent shopping. It felt like longing fulfilled. There’s something sweet and romantic about kissing like this, starting gentle and chaste and working up to something more heated. Her tongue pushes tentatively back against his before deepening the kiss.

Their lips part to breathe and Midge murmurs to him. “I’ve never been kissed like that before, my sweet bard. I want you so badly.”

When she says she's never been kissed like that, he can't help but wonder how much it's part of the act and how much she means it regarding the only two men she's been with. He can't stop thinking-

"You haven't been treated well, princess. Kept away in a tower like that..." He shakes his head. "Your beauty should be admired by the whole world."

He kisses her cheek and then her ear, nibbling on it before whispering again. "You want me, huh? You want this scoundrel to debauch you?" His hands lower the robe from her shoulders to expose them. "You want to prove your father that you're capable of choosing whose cock will fill you up nicely?" A kiss for her shoulder. "What naughty princess you are."

His kisses start light, going from her should to her neck where he starts devouring her properly. He licks and sucks, moves to the other side to repeat the process. "Oh, how I wish I could mark your neck. Let those candidates of yours know they must step up. Your pearls would make a great contrast with them. Alas," he sighs dramatically. "We can't let the king know what we're doing, can we?"

She’s kissed more than three men in her life, but she has to admit that it’s different with Jaskier. It feels like how it was with Joel; a spark igniting a flame.

Midge moans softly at the words whispered in her ear. “Yes,” she replies. “I want you to show me the pleasure that I know my husband never will.”

As he kisses over her neck and laments not being able to mark her, Midge lets the robe slip fully down and off of her body. “Mark my breasts, where my clothing will cover. I want to feel your hands and mouth on them.”

She's brought up the husband. Not the ex, not the cheating, but still close enough for Jaskier to use it soon. This is going to be fun.

He gasps dramatically again, a hand on his chest as he steps back to admire her naked figure. "Your Highness! This is a complete lack of decorum! What would your father say?"

Jaskier grabs her hand to raise her arm above her head, making her turn so he can eat her with his eyes as he recites. "Ode, to Your Nakedness, Your, Lovely, Silhouette, Such Beauty, as yours, Arouses me, so." After a few turns, he pulls her against him, her back against his chest, the fluffiness of his short robe caressing her skin. Speaking of the robe, a tent is already starting to form on it.

"Here's, to Your Body, Pleasing, Perfect. May I Bask, one day, in the Glow, Of its Alluring, Angelic, Contours." His hands close on her breasts so he can play with them, massaging lightly at first, but quickly changing to pinching her nipples.

"Fuck your husband," he growls against her ear. That may be inspired by a certain reality of hers. "None of those snobbish lords know what to do with a real woman. If Your Highness excuses me..."

Suddenly, Jaskier lifts Midge and sits her on the piano. Now he can stand between her legs and bury his face in her breasts to mark them like she asked.

Midge turns around not like a blushing virgin, but a woman who likes being admired from all angles, especially when it’s Jaskier doing the admiring. It won’t be a 100% authentic acting performance on her part, but she thinks he’ll be able to deal with that.

“I’ve always admired your ability to come up with quick poetry.”

She moans softly when he grabs her breasts. Jaskier hasn’t played with them much tonight, and she’s been sorely missing that.

There’s a more genuine gasp when he growls in her ear and then lifts her up onto the piano. Midge spreads her legs so that he can stand in between them. She digs a hand in his hair.

“That feels so good,” she tells him. “That’s why I want you, Jaskier. I know that you’ll make me feel the sort of pleasure that only my hand can bring me now.”

He can help but snort against her skin, and he looks up at her with a glint in his eye as he takes a nipple between his teeth. After nibbling a little bit, he pulls back, licking away the trail of spit between his mouth and her tit.

"Your hand? Princess, don't offend me so. I'm so much more than your hand." He pinches both her nipples at the same time. "Than any hand. Do you think your future husband, whose hands barely leave their gloves, will know how to touch you?" Jaskier snorts as his hand falls between her folds and two fingers gather her wetness.

"Marked and wet - what a debauched little princess. How much do you want me to corrupt you, mmh?" Those two (now wet) fingers touch her lips. "Ever tasted yourself, Your Highness?"

The way he handles her body with such confidence is a huge turn on. His attentions leave her feeling like her body is on fire.

“I know that lords are too proper for what I want. That’s why I want you to fuck me, my darling bard.”

Midge spreads her legs wider when she feels his hand stroke at her folds. She licks at his fingers before taking them deep in her mouth and sucking them slowly out, reminiscent of how she sucks his cock.

“I have, after I’ve touched myself.” Her eyes flick downward at the tent in his robe. “Does it make your cock hard to know that you’re going to get to fuck the princess? So many lords wish they could be in your place right now.”

Jaskier closes his eyes and moans at the divine things that pretty mouth of hers is doing to his fingers. It's very hard not to get on the piano too and just make her suck something else.

"Your Highness should go ahead and find out," he replies with a grin. "You've been brave enough to expose yourself to a servant - are you brave enough to undress him, too? To come face to face with the nude form of a man?"

“I am,” she says, leaning forward to kiss him as she reaches down to untie the belt to the robe. When the robe falls away, Midge lets her eyes roam over his body and feels her desire for him ticking up.

“You’re so handsome, my sweet bard.” Pulling him closer, her fingers dig into his chest hair as she kisses him again. “And your cock is so big. I can’t wait to feel it inside of me.” Her lips press to Jaskier’s ear. “Is that what you want? To feel my warm cunt tight around your cock? To know every time you look at my husband that you got to feel it first?”

As he happily kisses her back, he shakes his arms to let the robe fall off his body, whimpering right into her mouth when the fluffly fabric brushes his throbbing cock on its way down.

That whimper becomes a moan when she praises his body and makes such dirty comments. Oh, how much he adores her and her feisty mouth, a mouth that is reaching a new level of eroticism thanks to the context of the fantasy.

"Feel it. Mark it. Teach it what it should be like." He playfully nibbles the tip of her nose. "Every time you are with him, you'll have to think of me to be able to come at all."

Jaskier then finally gets on the piano and sits next to her, making sure the sides of their bodies are touching as much as possible. He wraps an arm around her waist and his hand dives down between her legs to let his fingers rub her folds. "Never touched a cock, yet already so eager after just seeing it. You're a very naughty princess indeed. Go ahead, continue to be brave - get to know it. See how thick it is next to your dainty fingers."

Midge hopes this piano can safely hold the weight of both of them, because she does not want to have to explain to the Goldbergs how their piano got broken.

Her fingers reach over and wrap around his cock, as her legs spread to allow his hand more access between them. She strokes his cock up and down slowly under the guise of exploring, but actually teasing him.

“You’re so hard for me already.”

Or maybe they should break it, and Jaskier can take home the pieces! Just kidding. Maybe.

"How could I not be?" he asks after letting out a needy moan. That she pretends to explore just to mess with him is driving him crazy, especially since it fits the fantasy so well. "Your Highness is giving yourself up to me - your flower shall be mine. I could come just by thinking about it."

He kisses her then, his fingers starting to massage her entrance as his tongue searches for hers in a deep, devouring kiss. When they pull apart, he brings his fingers up with a grin. "Look at you, so wet for your servant. What a dirty princess you are."

Jaskier gently lowers them both on the piano, keeping their bodies on their sides with him staying behind her. He groans as he inserts his cock between her legs, teasing her folds with his length but not entering her quite yet.

"Tell me what you want, princess."

“I don’t see you as a servant,” Midge says. “You’re brilliant and talented. If you were born a lord, you would be more than worthy of me.”

It’s kind of hilarious that one of them actually was born a lord.

Her breath hitches when Jaskier positions himself behind her and pushes his cock between her thighs. This is not a ‘take your virginity’ position, but Midge doesn’t care. She loves it too much to stay true to the fantasy.

“I want you to take me just like this. Push your cock inside me.” She looks at him coyly over her shoulder. “Will it hurt?”

"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."

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If he gets upset about this joke please let me edit it lol

lmaoooo I love it

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(poem by Robert Gardiner)

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