His whole body shivers when she calls him both a dirty and a good boy, nails digging into her breasts a little. She's taking control, and that already is hot as fuck on its own. But taking control while wearing his shirt? The most erotic thing he's seen in his life, and he means it.
Before he can reply, Midge is sinking on his cock, and Jaskier moans as he arches his back. His heels slip as they fail to find purchase because they're on the floor instead of a mattress, but honestly, it makes it better - they are in another person's kitchen, a kitchen with a very messy floor caused by melting ice, the rolling fruit, and the dripping syrup bottle. The fact that their sex has caused this is a hell of a thrill.
"Fuck-- yes, yes, yes, I'll be your dirtiest, best boy, my lady goddess..." She's tight, and wet, and warm, and she's taken him in one go. His brain will melt under all the arousal any second now. His body wiggles again, desperate for friction, and he whimpers in the neediest way. "I'm all yours, Your Magnificence, please..."
He loves it when she takes control, and his writhing and needy whimpers only make it more enjoyable for her. “Good boy,” she says again before she starts to rock on top of him. “Your Magnificence? That’s a new one.”
Midge anchors her hands on his chest as she moves, taking him in to the hilt with every thrust downwards. She’s never fucked on a kitchen floor before.
“Play with my tits… keep pinching my nipples.” She arches her back, pushing her breasts forward.
Jaskier curses again as she starts moving, but he still manages to chuckle. "Had to replace 'princess'. You're my goddess. The only one I worship."
Her nails are on his chest now, and that truly is the cherry on top for this whole setup. Thank goodness she had a potion hidden here, because a condom would've ruined it a little bit. Jaskier loses himself in all the motions, enjoying the way she takes him whole every time. He's so grateful that she lets him fuck her raw, it's amazing to be able to feel how wet she's for him (and so soon after her last orgasm!). He's not a human anymore; he's just a groaning pile of nerves on fire for her to get her orgasms from.
Funny how he calls her goddess, but she's making the sweetest offering - Jaskier's hands never stop playing with her breasts, pinching her nipples a little hard every time she sits on his lap, sending a new wave of pleasure through his body.
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Before he can reply, Midge is sinking on his cock, and Jaskier moans as he arches his back. His heels slip as they fail to find purchase because they're on the floor instead of a mattress, but honestly, it makes it better - they are in another person's kitchen, a kitchen with a very messy floor caused by melting ice, the rolling fruit, and the dripping syrup bottle. The fact that their sex has caused this is a hell of a thrill.
"Fuck-- yes, yes, yes, I'll be your dirtiest, best boy, my lady goddess..." She's tight, and wet, and warm, and she's taken him in one go. His brain will melt under all the arousal any second now. His body wiggles again, desperate for friction, and he whimpers in the neediest way. "I'm all yours, Your Magnificence, please..."
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Midge anchors her hands on his chest as she moves, taking him in to the hilt with every thrust downwards. She’s never fucked on a kitchen floor before.
“Play with my tits… keep pinching my nipples.” She arches her back, pushing her breasts forward.
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Her nails are on his chest now, and that truly is the cherry on top for this whole setup. Thank goodness she had a potion hidden here, because a condom would've ruined it a little bit. Jaskier loses himself in all the motions, enjoying the way she takes him whole every time. He's so grateful that she lets him fuck her raw, it's amazing to be able to feel how wet she's for him (and so soon after her last orgasm!). He's not a human anymore; he's just a groaning pile of nerves on fire for her to get her orgasms from.
Funny how he calls her goddess, but she's making the sweetest offering - Jaskier's hands never stop playing with her breasts, pinching her nipples a little hard every time she sits on his lap, sending a new wave of pleasure through his body.