a sickness plagues the castle...

the queen would typically accompany the king to watch the jester's tricks, but this night, the king requested a private show. it wasn't often that the king wanted to be entertained alone, and when the jester received the message earlier that day, they began anxiously planning their routine. the queen was much easier to please.

the king's disapproving expression deepened the longer the jester performed. the final straw was the jester, who's desperate attempt at a flip failed, and they landed on their backside on the glossed floor. the bells of their hat jingled with the impact.

"that's enough!" the king bellowed, booming voice echoing through the hall. the jester froze and swallowed thickly, nervous at what the consequences of a poor performance would be.

the jester scrambled to their knees and bowed, touching their painted forehead to the floor. "i-i'm sorry, your majesty. i beg your forgiveness."

"your perfomance was disgraceful," the king bit. “come here.” he pointed to the landing in front of his throne.

frantically rising to their feet, the jester ran up the stairs to the throne, and knelt down again. the king reached for them and instead of striking them, as the jester had been bracing for, the king firmly gripped their face.

“you will not be dismissed until you have satisfied me,” he said firmly. the jester nodded the best they could. “and since you’re clearly a shameful excuse for an entertainer, i’m going to entertain myself.”

the king released the jester’s face, then fumbled with the front of his pants to free his flaccid cock. the jester’s eyes windened, but they did not resist as the king fed them. his cock swelled as it rested on the jester’s tongue, and before long, he was at full hardness.

the jester worked their mouth over the king’s length, trying their best not to choke or gag on the impressive size. they had already disappointed the king once, and they feared what would happen if they were to do it again.

the king didn’t speak; he only made low grunts and groans each time the head of his cock hit the back of the jester’s tight throat. the jester obediently allowed their mouth to be taken, used for their majesty’s pleasure.

just as the jester realized how sore their knees, back, and jaw were from holding the position, the king announced that he was near orgasm. “swallow,” the king ordered. the jester knew not to disobey, and when the king filled their mouth with hot ropes of thick cum, they instinctively drank it down.

there was no praise to be given afterward. the king tucked his softening dick back into his trousers and dismissed the jester without thanks or a wish of a good night. the jester supposed that was merciful. any other servant who performed as poorly as they did surely would have been fired, if not whipped for their disobedience.

the bandit stepped closer, and the princess was able to see a glimpse of brown eyes and thick brows peaking from the shadow cast by their hood.

“give me your jewlery, and i won’t hurt you.” the princess attempted to shake her head, but the grip tightened and forced her to nod instead. “show me.”

the bandit released her with a shove, and she fell to her knees on her chamber floor. with her face buried in her hands, she let out quiet sobs. her parents had often warned her about criminals in the kingdom who would hurt her, but she never considered it as a real threat. she always had to knights to protect her, but now, they were outside in the hall and she couldn’t call for help.

before she could fear for her life any more, the bandit grabbed her by the hair cruelly and pulled her to her feet. “show me,” he repeated firmly, the threat implicit in his voice.

the princess stumbled over to her vanity and she opened the top drawer which contained all of her jewelry, laid out neatly. she had spent hours arranging it.

the bandit reached his large, gloved hand into the drawer and began pulling out fistfuls of gems, pearls, and precious metal. the princess watched with tears streaming down her face, but stool helpless. at least, until, he took hold of her most prized piece: her locket.

“no! you can’t take that,” she pleaded. “you can have everything else, just please leave that. it’s my favorite.” his dark eyes met her watery, pleading ones. mercifully, he dropped it.

“i can’t take it?” the bandit asked slowly. “i don’t believe you’re in any position to make demands, princess.”

“please,” she whimpered. “take anything else!” something dangerous flashed in bandit’s eyes. he hummed in consideration.

“get on your knees.”

a new wave of tears welled in the princess’s eyes. “m-my knees?”

the bandit’s greedy hand grabbed the base of her throat and squeezed before he pushed her to the floor. “if i can’t take your precious necklace, i’m going to take something else.”

the bandit’s cock was freed from layers of clothing and held in front of the princess’s face. he forced her jaw open and pushed his head past her quivering lips. she didn’t suck it, having been too focused on taking wheezing breaths between her violent sobs. the bandit didn’t seem to mind; he held the back of her head firmly and thrust into her mouth.

he never once looked away from her face. her tears, the look of desperation and pure sadness in her eyes struck a chord with the sick bandit. dominating the kindom’s princess and reducing her to a blubbering, sloppy mess.

as the bandit’s orgasm grew nearer, his thrusts became deeper and more rough. her throat spasming with each gag made the bandit’s toes curl in his heavy boots.

“you’re going to swallow everything i give you, princess,” the bandit growled.

having shut off her brain in the efforts of self preservation, the princess didn’t react. her cloudly brain instinctively swallowed the hot, sticky load the bandit fucked into her mouth. she tried to cough it up, but he ground his dick as deep into her throat as he could as he rode out his orgasm.

“that’s it,” he growled. when the bandit pulled out, a string of saliva kept them connected. when it broke, it spanned from the princess’s bottom lip to her chest.

the king:

a tall, broad, stern man who demands order, but is kind. he has ruled since he was 17, but time and stress has began to weigh on him and he shows signs of aging. gray hair, lines on his face, and an aching body that betrays the image of a powerful king. devoted to his family, almost obsessively so.

the queen:

a slender, graying woman known across the land for her generosity and charity, though that kindness does not always extend to her family. she enjoys her private time away from the king and her children, often preferring the company of her servants and knights.

the princess:

a young, enchanting woman renowned for her beauty who has a plethora of suitors seeking her hand in marriage. she loves fine fashion, jewelry, and furnishings. servants and knights in the castle desperately seek her approval, but she prefers the company of the king and her older brother, the prince. despite her mother's efforts to instill proper manners in her daughter, the princess is wild.

the prince:

a young, strong man who spends much of his time training with the knights. he enjoys horseback riding, outdoor exploring, and swimming in the river just outside of the castle walls. as the heir to the throne, he is expected to find a princess to marry and to study to assume control of the kingdom, but is seemingly resistant to both, much to his father's dismay.

the knight:

a loyal, seasoned man who spends nearly all of his waking hours shielded by his chrome armor. he cares deeply about the royal family and has vowed to protect them with his life. an expert swordsman, he trains with the prince to help improve his skills. he is often tasked with guarding the princess and the queen, though the king is reluctant to have him so close to his wife and daughter.

the jester:

a skilled entertainer is a variety of fields, the jester would do anything for the attention and praise of the royal family. they have a large collection of costumes, props, and often takes requests for performances. they are bold, loud, and energetic which makes for a dynamic performance, but has gotten them in trouble.

the maid:

a meek young woman who works tirelessly to maintain the chambers of the royal family. she follows directions closely and prides herself on the quality and effort of her work, which ranges from cleaning and cooking to assisting the royal family with bathing and dressing.

the doctor:

a mysterious older man with questionable medical training, but a very good track record for healing ill patients. his methods are unorthodox, but he is committed to maintaining the health and safety of the royal family.

the alchemist:

despite the darkness that she surrounds herself with, she is a kind woman with a vast knowledge of chemicals, herbs, potions, and the supernatural. she is often works with the doctor to heal injuries and sicknesses, but also conducts seances, reads fortunes, and lends books from her large collection. perhaps she has some knowledge about the mystical happenings outside of the kingdom walls.

the bandit:

with a long history of crimes ranging from vandalism to murder, the bandit should be locked away in the dungeon of the castle, if not executed. the sly and cunning bandit has evaded the royal guards since his most recent crime. some think he fled the kingdom, but others believe he still resides near the castle.

the peasant:

a young woman who, despite her social status, has caught the attention of the royal family. the daughter of a baker, she often delivers breads, treats, and other gifts to the castle in exchange for benefits for her father's business.

the priest:

the religious advisor to the royal family. works with the kind to keep the kingdom in line with their religion. he takes confession from each member of the royal court and is sworn to secrecy. nothing leaves the chapel walls.

the groundskeeper:

an older, gentle man who works tirelessly to maintain the grounds of the castle. he rises with the sun and sleeps when it sets. he spends most of his days doing manual labor such as chopping wood, trimming hedges, maintaining the horse stables, and any construction the king requests. when he has the time, he arranges beautiful bouquets of flowers picked fresh from the castle's garden for the queen and princess.