After a few seconds, she has the wherewithal to get off of his face. Riding up on her knees, she scoots backwards until she’s straddling his waist, then sits down again. Leaning over, Midge presses her mouth to his, tasting her fluids there.
“Not to further pump up your ego, but you are absolutely amazing.”
"FUCK!" he cries out when she sits on his lap without warning, and his back arches. His clothes are starting to feel like a cage, and having Midge sitting right on top of his trapped erection makes his blood boil.
As soon as she leans over, he wraps his arms around her and kisses her back, his body unconsciously grinding against her a little.
"You liked that, huh?" he asks with the biggest smile on his face and a spark in his eyes. His ego has indeed been stroked. "How did it feel? To see yourself like that?"
“Sorry!” she says with a laugh. Midge hadn’t meant to tease him, and she won’t keep him waiting much longer.
She gazes back into those bright blue eyes, her own filled with a bit of mischief. “A little weird at first, but then really hot, especially when I could look down and see your head between my legs.” Midge kisses him again, nibbling on his lower lip. “Do Geralt and Yennefer not know how good you are at this? Is that why they tease you?”
Weird at first but hot later, huh? Jaskier's grin grows. "So glad you could see the beauty in your own--"
Oh, okay, more kisses, never gonna complain about those. He whimpers into Midge's mouth as his body desperately keeps trying to get a least a little bit of friction, to no avail. Her question takes him by surprise and he tilts his head, wondering what inspired it.
"Everyone on the Continent knew my reputation," he replies with a shrug. "They tease me for being a slut." He says it very factually; it's not like he denies it. "I guess there's the whole 'being around Ciri' aspect of it, too. And Geralt probably wants some revenge for years of trouble caused by cock."
When she calls him an expert, he can only laugh. "And how does one become an expert in a craft? By practicing. A lot." So yeah, he's a slut.
As soon as her fingers touch his groin, Jaskier whimpers again and thrusts into them, clearly needy for more. His nails dig into her skin as he watches her closely, wondering how much he should say. She didn't seem angry when she found out about it, and she liked their roleplay, but people have limits. He guesses he must learn where those are.
She hums in her throat. Midge had put two and two together about his activities a while ago. Perhaps it’s a double standard, but she’s not really angry about him sleeping with married women.
“Cuckhold husbands whose wives turned to you because their husbands were incapable or unwilling to give them the pleasure that they deserved? I doubt that most of those women married for love anyway.” His world is very different compared to the modern one that they now live in.
Midge’s hand snakes into Jaskier’s pants, now cupping his cock over his underwear. “You naughty boy. I don’t think I’m done being on top of you.”
The most pathetic whimper of the night leaves his lips, and his pupils dilate as his fingers dig into her back even harder. It's not only about his cock finally getting touched, even if it's through a barrier. The way she's called him naughty boy and taken control of the situation in just one fucking second is amazing, as if she's taking his suggestion to conquer seriously. Paired with her outfit? It's simply perfect. Jaskier is absolutely ready to be her plaything.
She grins at his reaction, glad that he’s enjoying her little dominant streak. That’s another thing she loves about him — they’re able to share dominance in the bedroom.
“Good boy,” she purrs, kissing his nose. “Not on the floor though. Time to christen that bed of yours.”
Midge moves away from him so that she can stand up. As he gets up as well, Midge unsnaps the garters on her belt.
“Take my panties off,” she tells him. “Then get on the bed.”
First, he was a naughty boy; now he's a good boy. Jaskier isn't sure which one is driving him crazier. As she moves off him, he wonders if she'll pull him up by his tie, but she gives him space. Being a bit of a brat crosses his mind; however, Midge is still new at this, so better be a good boy indeed for now.
Hearing the request, Jaskier decides to stay on his knees to play a little longer. Without hesitation, he catches her panties with his teeth and pulls them down. It's a neat trick, but only lasts a few seconds; eventually, his hands have to help finish the job. Calloused fingers use the chance to caress her legs on their way down before he finally leaves for the bed.
After pulling back the sheets, Jaskier makes a nice pile with his pillows and slowly crawls to get himself comfortable, shaking his butt in the air a bit before settling down. His legs open in a silent invitation, the tent in his pants presented without shame.
She gives a little gasp when Jaskier pulls her panties down with his teeth. Once they’re down and off, Midge resnaps her garters so that the stockings will stay up.
Jaskier’s sprawled out on the bed and Midge can’t help but smile at the way his legs are spread, his erection making the front of his pants stand up. Leaning over, she unbuttons and unzips his pants before pulling both pants and underwear down his legs. His cock springs up, but she ignores it for now.
Midge straddles his bare abdomen, sitting down gently, but enough for him to feel how hot and wet she is. She carefully undoes his tie and then starts to unbutton his shirt.
“Do you think you were a good enough boy today to earn my cunt around your cock?”
Throwing his head back, Jaskier groans in a mix of pleasure and frustration as the fabrics slide down his throbbing cock. This is torture, and he loves every second of it. His hands immediately fall on Midge's thighs when she sits on him, and he curses again when he realizes his abdomen is getting wet with her arousal. His hips thrust the air once more, needy and craving for more.
"I bought you gifts. I took you on a romantic ride. I was your umbrella. And I let you come all over my face." He licks his lips to make a point. "I think I've done an outstanding job showing you how much I love you, my goddess."
His reaction is so arousing to her, his groan of utter need. She’s going to give him what he needs, but she’s going to be a tease about it first.
Midge pretends to think about his answer as she finishes opening his shirt. “I think you’re right. I had a great time today, so I think you’ve been a very good boy.”
Taking one of his hands, Midge sucks two of his fingers into her mouth, getting them nice and wet. She then puts his hand on one of her breasts. “Play with my nipple.”
While he does that, Midge lifts her hips and slides back, catching his cock between her folds. She steadies his cock at her entrance, letting him feel that heat on the sensitive head.
“Say please, my love.” Midge knows that he’s wanting, but he still needs to be patient until she’s ready to take him.
"The best one," he replies almost breathless, all the praise pushing his mind into a cloud of bliss. He groans again when she starts blowing his fingers, his legs squirming on the bed as he remembers how her pretty mouth felt around his cock.
Her order is met without hesitation - Jaskier squeezes her tit before his two wet fingers catch her nipple, rubbing it and pinching the way she likes it. His hand trembles a little, though, when Midge slides back. His whole body is squirming by now, needy and desperate, the warmth spreading through his nerves making him whimper again. Gorgeous, and absolutely maddening.
"Please, Miriam," he replies with the biggest puppy eyes he can manage. "I need you."
Midge could never really torture him, so the puppy dog eyes are unnecessary. She can feel him squirm beneath him and decides that it’s time to take pity on him (especially because he calls her Miriam).
“Good boy,” she says again as she sinks down on his cock. “I want to hear you sing for me, my sweet bard.”
Midge takes a moment to make herself comfortable, her thighs spread wide so that she can take all of him. Her legs are bent with her feet resting on his thighs. “Fuck,” she moans, “your cock fits so perfectly inside me.” Digging her knees into the bed, she starts to ride him, her pace leisurely for now.
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“Not to further pump up your ego, but you are absolutely amazing.”
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As soon as she leans over, he wraps his arms around her and kisses her back, his body unconsciously grinding against her a little.
"You liked that, huh?" he asks with the biggest smile on his face and a spark in his eyes. His ego has indeed been stroked. "How did it feel? To see yourself like that?"
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She gazes back into those bright blue eyes, her own filled with a bit of mischief. “A little weird at first, but then really hot, especially when I could look down and see your head between my legs.” Midge kisses him again, nibbling on his lower lip. “Do Geralt and Yennefer not know how good you are at this? Is that why they tease you?”
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Oh, okay, more kisses, never gonna complain about those. He whimpers into Midge's mouth as his body desperately keeps trying to get a least a little bit of friction, to no avail. Her question takes him by surprise and he tilts his head, wondering what inspired it.
"Everyone on the Continent knew my reputation," he replies with a shrug. "They tease me for being a slut." He says it very factually; it's not like he denies it. "I guess there's the whole 'being around Ciri' aspect of it, too. And Geralt probably wants some revenge for years of trouble caused by cock."
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“You’re not just a slut though,” Midge continues. “You’re… an expert.” At least to her, he is. No one has ever pushed her as much sexually as he has.
“Has your cock caused trouble, Jaskier?” Midge raises an eyebrow, then reaches down to stroke her fingers over his erection through his pants.
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When she calls him an expert, he can only laugh. "And how does one become an expert in a craft? By practicing. A lot." So yeah, he's a slut.
As soon as her fingers touch his groin, Jaskier whimpers again and thrusts into them, clearly needy for more. His nails dig into her skin as he watches her closely, wondering how much he should say. She didn't seem angry when she found out about it, and she liked their roleplay, but people have limits. He guesses he must learn where those are.
"Cuckhold husbands get angry. And aggressive."
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“Cuckhold husbands whose wives turned to you because their husbands were incapable or unwilling to give them the pleasure that they deserved? I doubt that most of those women married for love anyway.” His world is very different compared to the modern one that they now live in.
Midge’s hand snakes into Jaskier’s pants, now cupping his cock over his underwear. “You naughty boy. I don’t think I’m done being on top of you.”
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The most pathetic whimper of the night leaves his lips, and his pupils dilate as his fingers dig into her back even harder. It's not only about his cock finally getting touched, even if it's through a barrier. The way she's called him naughty boy and taken control of the situation in just one fucking second is amazing, as if she's taking his suggestion to conquer seriously. Paired with her outfit? It's simply perfect. Jaskier is absolutely ready to be her plaything.
"I'm yours to do as you please, my goddess."
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“Good boy,” she purrs, kissing his nose. “Not on the floor though. Time to christen that bed of yours.”
Midge moves away from him so that she can stand up. As he gets up as well, Midge unsnaps the garters on her belt.
“Take my panties off,” she tells him. “Then get on the bed.”
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Hearing the request, Jaskier decides to stay on his knees to play a little longer. Without hesitation, he catches her panties with his teeth and pulls them down. It's a neat trick, but only lasts a few seconds; eventually, his hands have to help finish the job. Calloused fingers use the chance to caress her legs on their way down before he finally leaves for the bed.
After pulling back the sheets, Jaskier makes a nice pile with his pillows and slowly crawls to get himself comfortable, shaking his butt in the air a bit before settling down. His legs open in a silent invitation, the tent in his pants presented without shame.
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Jaskier’s sprawled out on the bed and Midge can’t help but smile at the way his legs are spread, his erection making the front of his pants stand up. Leaning over, she unbuttons and unzips his pants before pulling both pants and underwear down his legs. His cock springs up, but she ignores it for now.
Midge straddles his bare abdomen, sitting down gently, but enough for him to feel how hot and wet she is. She carefully undoes his tie and then starts to unbutton his shirt.
“Do you think you were a good enough boy today to earn my cunt around your cock?”
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"I bought you gifts. I took you on a romantic ride. I was your umbrella. And I let you come all over my face." He licks his lips to make a point. "I think I've done an outstanding job showing you how much I love you, my goddess."
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Midge pretends to think about his answer as she finishes opening his shirt. “I think you’re right. I had a great time today, so I think you’ve been a very good boy.”
Taking one of his hands, Midge sucks two of his fingers into her mouth, getting them nice and wet. She then puts his hand on one of her breasts. “Play with my nipple.”
While he does that, Midge lifts her hips and slides back, catching his cock between her folds. She steadies his cock at her entrance, letting him feel that heat on the sensitive head.
“Say please, my love.” Midge knows that he’s wanting, but he still needs to be patient until she’s ready to take him.
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Her order is met without hesitation - Jaskier squeezes her tit before his two wet fingers catch her nipple, rubbing it and pinching the way she likes it. His hand trembles a little, though, when Midge slides back. His whole body is squirming by now, needy and desperate, the warmth spreading through his nerves making him whimper again. Gorgeous, and absolutely maddening.
"Please, Miriam," he replies with the biggest puppy eyes he can manage. "I need you."
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“Good boy,” she says again as she sinks down on his cock. “I want to hear you sing for me, my sweet bard.”
Midge takes a moment to make herself comfortable, her thighs spread wide so that she can take all of him. Her legs are bent with her feet resting on his thighs. “Fuck,” she moans, “your cock fits so perfectly inside me.” Digging her knees into the bed, she starts to ride him, her pace leisurely for now.