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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."

“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."

(poem by Robert Gardiner)

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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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