Yandere! Jester x Queen! Reader SMUT
Synopsis: The queen who can't smile; your unofficial title, it seems, has gained the attention of a sly jester. His intentions in gaining your trust a selfish whirlwind of self preservation and obsessive love.
Content Warnings: Noncon, dubcon, smut, p in v, gore, violence, sort of ntr, sort of kind of voyeurism if you squint really really hard, typical degenerate stuff, yandere, raw af (wrap it y'all)
8k words, a bit of a slow burn, no mentions of hair, skin color, or specific body type
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You never laughed, hardly ever cracking so much as a smile.
On your wedding day, perhaps you should have. At the very least for your royal husband or even your newfound subjects. The peasants outside your carriage seemed far more excited on this day than you. Your husband, Neverfelle's most ardent king, seemed far too taken with you to care much for your own feelings.
No matter how much you detested the arrangement, he held power over your noble house as he does all the others. A young, beautiful bride to be; your shining skin and precious eyes captivated the decrepit man. You wished terribly to see him in the same light. His wrinkled skin and aged voice only proved to make your scowl deepen. The kiss you shared in the old church, after whispers of vows and promises of forever, was your first - and you hoped last.
The banquet was just as boring.
You sat beside the king, hand resting at your cheek to keep you from sleeping through the festivities. Throughout the ballroom hazes of pinks and blues and violets - the new fashion trends - circled each other, young ladies and gentlemen dancing to celebrate the union. Servants scurried back and forth, attempting to appease any of the drunkards causing a mishap. You audibly sighed.
"My queen, you mustn't be so downcast." Your husband scolded, sliding a finger across your face to drop your hand.
The corners of your eyes pierced into him, head still facing the ballroom so as to not publicly offend the man. You wanted to. But you figured it is better to not be ostracized by your own subjects. Should he pass on, which you imagined is very soon no doubt, you wanted to at least keep the power this whole ordeal brought.
"You, servant," A stout man quickly kneeled at the king's feet, "Bring me the jester. My queen is in need of some humor!" He bellowed out an irritating laugh.
He knew you never smiled, not quite understanding it but your beauty seemed to compensate for your lack of a pleasant personality anyway, as he described it.
You weren't sure of why you never smiled yourself, if you were honest.
Some things were pleasant, and some things were funny, and many things brought you joy - like the pastries your chef made with little characters drawn with icing, or the bunnies that scurried around your garden, or the trouble your siblings constantly found themselves in. Yet, you always approached these situations with a neutral expression; something akin to a frown.
The jester's jokes would be no different.
You had never seen one in person. Your noble house was wealthy, though only kings had jesters.
There was a silence in the ballroom as the crowd dispersed, only being broken by the soft jingling of a few bells. The mask was the first thing you saw. Perhaps French or Italian? It carried a deepened frown, mirroring your own. A masquerade or theatre mask, you weren't quite sure. You rarely studied beyond basic cultural histories.
Black diamonds followed the curvature of the bottom of the mask's eyes. A three pointed hat and a black and red motley matching as he sauntered in and gave a bow.
Among all the smiles and laughs, Tobias immediately noticed your scowling face. The way your eyebrows furrowed and cheeks puffed out was endearing, a sentiment he briefly thought before scrutinizing your lovely features. So, this is our new queen, he pondered.
"My my, ladies and gentlemen, it seems I've missed most of the party!" He began, grabbing three balls from gods knows where and juggling. The people awed at the party trick, and you'd be lying if it weren't entertaining to some extent. "Shall we toast in honor of our King and newly wed Queen?!" He exclaimed, earning cheers, even from the king himself. The servants brought you both your own cups of wine.
You did not wait and simply chugged yours until it emptied.
He grabbed a bottle and raised it, a glass cup in his other hand. He poured into his cup, except the contents did not spill. The crowd laughed at the cheap magic trick.
"Oh forgive me! It seems I poured the wine into the wrong cup!" Tobias chuckled, pointing to the cup in your hand. When you looked down, yours had been refilled.
You scoffed.
His eyes narrowed, likely the only one noticing your detest for his little show.
By the end of his act, the King swiftly sent him away.
Not once did you so much as giggle! Half of the jokes were targeted at and for you, and you couldn't even smile!
Tobias never cared for being a jester, he was a poor street rat with nothing but his wits about him in terrible need of a job. When the king found interest in him, he simply obeyed like a good peasant and put on the ridiculous costume.
However, when the old man croaks - and he, too, had no doubt it would be soon - Tobias's fate would be left in your hands. And he would be damned if the miserable queen is what will make him a beggar again.
From then on, he vowed to prove to you his usefulness. He watched you, studying your little quirks and habits. What he once thought was a dark queen, slowly transformed into a quiet fondness for you.
Tobias thought you would be harsh and cruel, perhaps even sad or pitiful. Instead, he found a great deal of compassion from you.
You helped the servants clean and cook, and are diligent in your duties as Queen. The gardens seemed to be your favorite place however; often dirtying your gowns by sitting in the grass and watching the flowers and little animals scurry about.
It was one such day he was given the pleasure of speaking with you.
Watching, waiting, as he normally did behind a tree. You noticed the soft jingle of the familiar bells, raising your head after plucking a dying rose.
"Jester, come on out." You called, attempting to find where the sound originated.
He laughed, stumbling towards you rather awkwardly. "My precious queen!" He greeted.
"You have been spying on me," you narrowed your eyes at him.
Tobias sweatdropped. "Only out of interest, your highness."
"Interest?"
"You do not laugh at my tricks."
"Perhaps your tricks do not deserve my laughing," you quipped back immediately.
Tobias laughed in response, genuine and polite. You enjoyed the sound far more than the one of your husband.
"I only aim to please." He responded, bowing and then plopping down beside you on the grass.
"You aim for something, that is true. I'm just unsure of what it is," you raised a brow, twirling the rose between your fingers as you carefully removed the thorns from its stem.
"You hardly smile." He spoke honestly.
"Your position as jester does not make you immune to my wrath." You warned.
"It does, actually." He chuckled bitterly.
It was true, to some extent. Jesters are employed not only to entertain, but to provide brutal honesty to the royals in ways that others are far too scared to say. If you wanted him, in all your cruelness, hanged for his words, you would be met with a world of legal troubles.
It does not mean he can't be fired however.
Despite not being able to see his face, you could almost see the gears turning in his head.
"That was a joke," you admitted, frown still etched perfectly against your lips.
A silence and then a beat, and Tobias felt a heat raise to his cheeks. It was funny, slightly.
But the fact that you made a joke for him was the sweetest irony. He practically reveled in it.
You placed the rose in the crevice between his mask and ear, admiring the intricate details of Tobias's attire. "It may be humiliating for you to be dressed like this." You began, muttering mostly to yourself. "Many men would rather die, I'm sure. But I like it."
It was another sly attempt at a joke.
Or rather, a truth disguised as a joke.
You were trying so hard to make him laugh, to ease him in the way that he eases everyone else. Your emotionless state was not a reflection of your personality - if anything, you seemed to hold too much emotion. A body of sweetness that Tobias could feel himself itching to take a bite out of. It became clear to him then... your humor, dry and hidden, held triple the depth and beauty that his own person could never replicate.
You are an emotional being with a face designed to hide it.
And gods, he now wanted nothing more than to uncover every little facet.
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From that day on, Tobias began seeking you out during your little garden visits. Sometimes hiding and feeling content with just watching you, other times joining under the guise of bringing you a snack or tea.
Slowly, in little pieces, you began confiding in him, and he in you.
"I am ashamed, your highness." He admitted rather bashfully.
Your ears perked at his words. "Hm? Of what?"
He breathed in and then out slowly, steadying his mind knowing he could lose the friendship he's built with you. "I did not initially approach you with innocent intentions." His gloved finger dug into the ground, the bells chiming annoyingly - at least to him. "I wanted-"
You cut him off, sucking in a breath. "I know."
"You know?" He cocked his head to the side.
"I wasn't enjoying your shows. You were scared." When Tobias didn't respond, you figured it would be alright to continue speaking. "When the king is too old to make decisions, I will be tasked to decide for him." You plucked a rose, this time alive, and began removing the thorns. "If your humor and wits are useless to me, then I would have no reason to employ you."
He cast his gaze down, the mask obstructing his view. "Yes. I suppose you are right."
"I will not relieve you of your position, little jester." You whispered, tucking the rose in that familiar little spot.
The hairs at the back of his neck stood on end, a blush creeping to the tips of his ears as he felt himself heat up at the pet name you've given him.
Nobles are all rich snobs, and you are no exception. So why the hell is such a condescending comment making him melt?
"Before this, what did you do?" You questioned.
"Before... my employment here?" You nodded in response. Tobias let his head fall back and you could see his adam's apple bob. You gulped, disliking the thoughts beginning to run rampant within your head. "I was an orphan. A street rat, really. Stealing and begging for scraps."
"A difficult life." You agreed.
"Yes, I suppose to a sheltered noblewoman it may seem so."
You almost felt offense if it weren't for the teasing tone in his voice.
He continued, "His majesty saw me begging one evening and took pity. Asked me a few questions and I made a joke at his expense."
You hummed. "He may have had your tongue for that."
"But he didn't," Tobias sighed. "Sometimes I wish he had."
"And so he employed you?" You brought your knees to your chest, the gown you sported wrinkling and folding into itself.
"He found use in me. I suppose that is all any of us can hope for." Tobias shrugged.
You studied his form for a few moments.
"You detest the king." You pointed out, earning an exasperated cough from the jester.
"That is no better than blasphemy, your majesty!"
You sighed, brows furrowing. "He is not here to listen."
The pout on your face squeezed at Tobias's chest, your expression mirroring the one you sported on the day he first met you.
"You can deepen your frown but you can't raise it." He noted, more so contemplating.
"I am strange."
"You are lovely, my precious queen."
You plucked Tobias's hat from his head, earning a small gasp from him as you began playing with the fabric.
"My husband does not speak to me like you do. He says 'my queen' or 'my wife...', Never sweet or precious, like how you so often say."
"He is a fool."
"Says the fool."
Tobias let out a hearty laugh. "You are the only noblewoman to bring me such joy."
You stopped playing with his hat and looked at him, a serious expression adorning your features. "Do women of lower status bring you more joy?"
Tobias looked almost taken aback by your accusation. Was this jealousy? Or offense? Perhaps a mixture of both?
Before he could conjure a proper response, one of your maids appeared before you.
"My lady! The king is expecting you for dinner, please make haste! We must prepare your evening gown."
You placed the jester's hat back atop his head.
"Good day, sweet jester."
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That night, Tobias could not remove the constant thought of you from his head. Each time he would close his eyes, all he could see is the furrowing of your eyebrows, the way your nose scrunched when he made a stupid joke, and the lines of your body beneath your gown. It was getting ridiculous.
He knew better. You are not a potential lover, even the mere thought of pining for you from afar could lead him to a bitter end under a guillotine. You are married to an old bat who has not the will or performance to even bed you.
He wondered, faintly, if you had those kinds of needs. Tobias knew you wouldn't be satisfied with the king even if he could perform.
Would I... make her feel good? He pondered, before the shame quickly rose into a reddened heat at the base of his chest. He sat up in his bed, then quickly shuffling out of the covers and standing.
Fresh air. Surely, that is all he needs to straighten his mind and continue resting.
The servant's quarters are locked in at night, entrance to the main castle halls forbidden until morning chores begin. However, they leave the back doors open for the stables.
Tobias often took late night walks around the castle grounds.
And he wasn't alone in this either. Many of the maids would sneak off to meet with lovers or find respite in the town's late night markets. Perhaps in knowing this, he shouldn't have been surprised when he saw you out and about; quietly walking alongside your maid with gentle sniffles and what he swears are tears coating your cheeks.
You were in nothing but a nightgown and a shawl, your maid trailing behind you in a similar outfit. Did you wake her just for this?
Selfish little queen.
"Perhaps he will change his mind, my lady." Your maid encouraged.
You shook your head as you both took rest at a stone seating within the familiar gardens. Tobias knew better than to eavesdrop, he prides himself in being a gentleman of a fool - or is it a fool of a gentleman?
"He will not. He seemed rather invigorated, actually," you replied, the trembling in your voice not going unnoticed.
Tobias, against all of his better judgements, crouched to heed your conversation - quite the nasty habit he has acquired.
"Surely, he cannot perform..." The maid's voice wavered, as though she knew one gossiping ear listening and she'd be done for.
You shrugged before slumping your shoulders forward. "It seems he is capable. The king is desperate for an heir and it is my duty to provide."
Tobias felt his blood run cold.
An heir? Does that mean...
"I knew it would come to be eventually. My husband spoke of children a number of times during the engagement." You paused, looking to your maid directly. "It was foolish of me to believe we would not consummate."
The maid held a guilty expression, as though you had caught her doing something wrong. She let out a nervous laugh.
Tobias recalled the maid's face before, slipping in and out of the kitchen during dinners. He narrowed his eyes at her.
Sleeping pills, huh? What a protective maid.
Your own eyes seemed to trail out, peaking at the very corner of your vision and catching Tobias in the middle of his spying act. The intensity of your gaze left him weak, and he wondered if you could recognize him without his mask and motley. You had never seen his face, he realized, as a growing onset of insecurity seemed to settle.
You whispered something to your maid, inaudible by Tobias's ears. She nodded, bowing and scurrying off with a meticulous silence that reminded you of a cat. You turned back in your seat, comfortably resting as you awaited for Tobias to move.
"May I, my queen?" He questioned.
You only nodded.
Before he could even fully sit, you spoke up. "Will you drop the endearing names now that I am to bed a king?"
There was an air of confusion and a beat before he realized he had not given you your usual pet names.
"Apologies, my precious queen." He bowed, rigid and awkward.
"I do not mean to force you," you said.
"It is not force."
"It feels like it."
"I am just a little out of sorts." Tobias turned to face you properly, finally able to fully engross himself in your features without the mask to obstruct the view. You seemed to be doing the same, at last getting to see the face behind all the jokes and conversations. "Am I as handsome as you expected?" Tobias teased.
"Quite," you agreed.
He sweatdropped. "Was that sarcasm?"
"Not at all. You are handsome." You stated rather boldly. "And my husband is not."
Tobias let a moment pass, wondering if his next words would cause you offense. He supposed your relationship has grown well passed the need for such worries. "And you must bed him."
You nodded, another tear slipping the confines of your eye. "Regrettably so."
"Regrettably." Tobias repeated, looking up at the stars that decorated the darkened sky.
You, on the other hand, could only stare dejectedly at your little jester. Your fingers trailed slowly, almost painfully, up his arm and to his shoulder before landing at his neck, poking at his neck and swiping at the veins. You could feel his pulse quicken and the gulping in his throat as he swallowed thickly.
You then moved your hand to his face, forcing him to look at you as you placed your thumb on his bottom lip and pressed.
"I could let you have me, right now." You muttered. "Use you for my own selfish desires and then crawl into the king's bed tomorrow feeling satisfied." You paused. "I would feel so satisfied."
"That is-"
You cut Tobias off. "I know."
Your hand fell at your side once again.
"You do that too much." Tobias sneered, quiet at first but his voice grew. Your eyes widened.
"Hm?" Was all you could squeak out.
"You never let me finish what I say." He grabbed at the shawl covering you, removing it and tossing the fabric to the side so he could grip your bare shoulder properly. "You assume and assume and assume. A selfish woman." He scolded.
"I only-"
The words could barely sound before he was speaking over you once again. "And what if I was giving you permission? What if I was about to tell you about how all I want to do is rip these clothes from your body and ravage you? And then let you scurry off to that senile old king just so you can crave me once again?" His chest heaved up and down; all the pent up resentment, anger, and frustration spilling out in a heated storm.
Tobias brought his lips to the shell of your ear, an arm finding its way around your waist and pulling you flush against his torso. "I have wanted nothing more than to see you squirm beneath me, little queen."
You felt a chill go up your spine, a heaviness in your stomach that made you want to push away and pull in all at the same time.
"I am not unfaithful." You spoke, earning an inquisitive frown from Tobias.
He nipped at your earlobe gently before leaning back, arm still laying flat against your waist.
"Then why seek me out?"
You raised a brow. "I never did."
You were right. Not once did you look for Tobias. Not once did you search for him in any of the places that he frequented. It was always him fumbling about in the gardens and banquets vying for your attention. The feeling of embarrassment burned, a bitter taste left at the tip of his tongue as he forced himself to bite back a response.
"I was happy, though," you began, his spirits lifting momentarily, "when you would come to me. I grew bored of the gardens, in truth, but I wanted you to continue sitting with me."
"I feel rather used," Tobias let go of your waist.
"Selfish queen." You reminded him, a teasing hint in your voice that contrasted that familiar frown. "Perhaps, in another life you and I could have something more tangible."
"Something intimate?" He asked.
You nodded. "I detest my husband, but he is not evil."
"Did you choose this marriage?" Tobias reminded you. A man that cannot ask for permission is an evil man, at minimum.
You exhaled shortly. "I am trying to find the positive in the negative, little jester. Let my delusions comfort me."
He laughed; bitterly, with resentment. "You would force to believe a fallacy, rather than take what is real and in front of you?"
Tobias's question was rhetorical, though you couldn't help yourself from responding.
"To be unfaithful with you means I can be unfaithful to you."
He chuckled - deep and brooding. There was a rumble in his throat as he let his finger trace the expanse of your neck before dropping it at his side once again. He did not respond, too afraid, too angry. Tobias knew better than the lousy king. He knew to keep you shackled to him he needed to be the best - a romantic, a soft and endearing creature with a roughness you would likely appreciate in bed. You like pathetic men with a fire in their eyes - he saw that. He saw you.
Your maid returned, mumbling a my lady as she urged you to return to your chambers. Perhaps it was the dreary conversation, but Tobias could not help glaring daggers into the maid. If he were king, he could send her off to clean some offhanded wing in the castle, and he could demand from his beautiful wife a chaste kiss, or a lingering touch, or more.
As you lifted to return, Tobias clasped a rough hand around your wrist, turning you to him. "When his majesty is... no longer... Will you take me? As yours?" His big, round eyes fluttered up at you, lashes long and wet from what could have been tears - when had he cried?
Your frown deepened, almost a scowl but far too soft to truly be one. Soft for him, he noted.
"Goodnight, little jester." You curtseyed and disappeared once again, leaving Tobias craving for something he knows is out of reach.
Tomorrow, you would bed the king and be his, entirely, eternally. Your relationship with your court jester would become nothing more than a whisper in the wind - of pleasantries and garden visits.
He balled his hands into fists, knuckles white from the pressure as he wracked his brain for anything that could save you both from a life of regrets. In doing so, your maid had returned at his side, a rather angry look displayed on her features.
"You'll get her majesty in trouble." She scolded, sitting beside Tobias.
"For what?" He muttered, already tired of speaking with her.
"For entertaining you!" She sighed. "If the king finds out, he will have both your heads."
"I should have his in return," Tobias joked.
Only the silence that followed after seemed to turn this joke into something more. Perhaps hope, or something far less tangible? The maid felt it as well, the way the air changed. The feeling of something stirring.
"I should like to have his head." He contemplated, tapping at the stone seating with a long index finger. The maid's expression contorted to one of concern.
"Tobias, surely you jest." In all her brazen attempts at comforting him, Tobias could only feel a deep seated anger for the use of his name - a title extended only to those close with him, which came few and far between.
He grabbed at the maid's face, pulling her closer, cheeks squished as he dug into her skin. "Tomorrow, the Queen is to bed her filthy husband." The maid nodded, as though her agreement could save her from this strange predicament. "No no," Tobias pondered, "She will bed me." His words softened into whispers, only audible by the maid and the jester, himself.
"But that's not-"
Tobias squeezed harder, pulling the maid even closer and forcing blood to draw from her skin. "Your sleeping pills. Ensure the king takes them in the evening."
"But, her majesty seemed unhappy that I had-"
"Her majesty knows not what is best for her." Tobias chided, saying all but his claim unto you. "Bring her to his chambers as planned. Do this, and I will reward you with keeping your life."
After one last threatening squeeze, Tobias released the maid. Her body quivered but she nodded nonetheless, standing and curtseying before scurrying off to make sense of the strange predicament she seems to have found herself in.
Tobias, on the other hand, was invigorated. A newfound confidence lurking beneath his skin and making his hair stand on end.
-
That following night, the plan had begun smoothly. Tobias, dressed in his motley and jester's hat, accompanied the maid to the king's chambers.
"Dinner and a show?" Bellowed out the king with a coughing fit of laughter. "How jovial! My staff is as excited as I am today, it seems."
Tobias sneered at the implication. As if any man would be happy to see the woman he loves fall into the arms of a disgusting pig.
The king was quick to drink up the tea, and Tobias realized just how simple his job would be. The maid disappeared, and Tobias was left to perform his little circus act. After only a few moments, the king's eyelids waned as he fought off sleep.
"Are you tired, your majesty?" Tobias questioned, ceasing his juggling and crouching at the king's knees. He let his head rest against the old man's thighs, humming.
"Just a bit," he reassured. "I must stay awake to receive my bride."
Tobias whistled. "And if I were to take her instead? Here? In front of you?"
The king, in all his strange sensations, scoffed. "Nonsense. What... absolute insolence." His words slurred, quiet then loud then quiet once again.
"I could fuck her sweet cunt right here, while your brittle bones watch." Tobias poked at the king's clothed leg, relishing in how utterly stupid he has made himself simply for drinking some tea.
The king mumbled something, likely insulting, likely damning, and fell to sleep, snores echoing through the room.
"Perfect." Tobias chortled, a sly grin spreading from ear to ear.
Taking the king by the shoulders, he wrapped him in one of the comforters spread across his bed, ensuring his limbs and mouth are tied to prevent any interruptions in the late evening. Tobias pondered, humming a longer tune as he examined the room carefully. The dresser would be fitting, perhaps. Large enough to house the man and with enough divide in the wood to give the king a perfect view.
Shrugging, he skipped along to shove the king's body inside, grabbing a butter knife from the tea tray along the way.
Tobias looked up at the king, an almost religious implication as he brought the knife forward and into his stomach. Blood seeped from the fabrics, pooling at an agonizingly slow pace. Just enough to ensure he would wake up and feel the burning, but be too enamored in fighting off his constraints to truly notice.
Shutting the dresser doors, he placed a rod in between the handles, testing their strength by pushing and pulling before letting out a satisfied whistle.
Now all he had to do was wait.
You found the night to be much less exciting. You did not eat your dinner, and instead allowed your maid to prep you for the evening's events. Your nightgown was a flimsy fabric, meant to cover your lingerie while you made your way to the king's chambers.
A small part of you regretted the previous evening's argument with your jester. A larger part of you wished it were his room you'd be attending.
If your prayers had been answered, how would you react?
Upon entering, a chill trailed up your arms and spine. It was cold, freezing almost. And your king's boisterous voice had not yet broken the silence save for some rustling in the bed. Your footsteps were nimble and quiet as you approached, the fabric draped across the frame covering what you imagined would be your nude husband.
When you lifted the curtain, you were not greeted with the man you wished forever to not see, but your jester; his sleeping form a sudden comfort as he shifted.
"What are you doing here?" You questioned, stepping back and allowing the curtain to fall once again.
Tobias sat up, sniffling and confused - or rather feigned confusion.
"I was called here to perform for his majesty," he mumbled, wiping the sleep from his eye. "He had not arrived and the bed looked far too soft to not lay in."
Behind the curtain's sheerness, he could see your silhouette, the curves of your body bare and present and causing an immediate strain in his pants that he seemed to curse himself for. If you see it, you'll deem him a pervert.
"Well," you started, "He is not here so you must return to the servant's quarters. At once."
Your face was red and your arms did little to cover yourself.
"Is that right?" He uttered. "Why not join me?"
"Join.. Join you?!" You jeered. "I am not a loose woman! I am your queen!" Your anger boiled, forgetting yourself as you swung the curtains to the side and grabbed at the jester's arm, pulling him off the bed. "How dare you make such a comment?"
Tobias stopped, body splayed at just the tip of the bed before turning his head behind himself. "I meant no disrespect, my sweet queen. I only meant..."
On the bed, the king's tray was placed atop a pillow, scones and cookies and a small slice of cake sat undisturbed.
Tobias chuckled. "I only meant for us to share a snack while we await your dear husband."
"Do you think I am a fool?" You were in shock. This felt contrived - like he had planned to catch you off guard and attempt to coax you with sweet treats and his handsome gaze.
Your maid, whom had been standing in the corner with a respectful silence spoke up, nerves ever present in her voice.
"My lady, it is not improper of you to share a meal while you wait," she reminded you, hand pointing towards the tray. "I'm sure his majesty will arrive shortly."
Tobias could see the way your gaze softened, how your tension eased from the trust you faithfully put into the woman serving you. You sighed, shoulders slumping.
"You may leave," you groaned, waving off your loyal maid.
The silence that overtook the room was deafening as you attempted to figure out the best course of action.
"Okay." You whispered, beginning to grab the tray. Tobias's eyes glinted with a hidden excitement, only for it to be crushed just a second later. "Take this and leave. I will await my husband in our bed."
You shoved the tray of sweets into Tobias's arms as you forced him up and onto his feet. "Wait- My Queen I-"
"Enough, jester." Your voice was commanding, losing any affection you typically spoke with towards Tobias. "I have coddled you too much and it's made you far too bold." You stepped away from him, arms covering your chest. "It is true that my affections for you have grown rather... persistent. I apologize for being intimate and leading you astray."
It was true, to some extent. You had played with his feelings. You, in all of your selfish flirting, knew that it could never grow beyond desiring glances and quietly intimate touches. You knew this. And your poor jester, who does not understand the world of royals or duty, was happy to oblige you.
"Do you think me a child?" He scowled.
"Certainly not. A child does not have such ravenous desires." You scoffed in return.
"Ravenous desires? Are my desires ravenous to you?" Placing the tray on the foot of the bed, Tobias stepped forward, closing the distance between you both as your bodies were mere centimeters apart. He could see the fall and rise of your chest, the dainty fabric doing little to conceal the swell of your breasts. "And what of the king's? Are his desires pure? Are any man's?"
"No. Though none as filthy as yours, I'm sure."
"The filthy one is the king, marrying a lady decades his junior." Tobias laughed exasperated, as if this were the funniest yet most exhausting situation.
"The filthy one is me, actually. The lady marrying the old king for riches and power."
"Is that right?"
"It is."
Tobias smiled, sharpened canines barely visible in his grin. It looked almost unnatural, and you wondered why you hadn't noticed such a handsome detail.
"Then I will bring you power and riches." Tobias grew closer now, breath fanning your lips.
"Not like a king." You bit back, your glare a welcomed change to your usually expressionless face.
He twirled the hem of your dress, fingers trailing up to play with the lace holding it tied at your chest. "Not like a king. Better."
"Impossible."
His gaze broke from yours and trailed to the side, catching onto the dresser. You followed, feeling something sinister bubble underneath the tension. You moved slowly, ready to open the dresser and figure out what the jester's plan truly is - only Tobias had already decided; no more waiting.
As your back turned to him, he snaked an arm around your waist and brought a hand to your throat - gentle yet forceful to pull you back into his embrace. The jingle of the bells was the only sound before his lips made contact with your neck, sucking and licking at the exposed flesh.
You moaned, attempting to wiggle out of his grasp but to no avail.
"Jester I-"
"Tobias," he began in between kisses, "You will call me Tobias."
"I will do no such- ah!" Sucking on a particular spot, your knees weakened and buckled, the sweetest little noises escaping your lips much to Tobias's absolute delight.
He walked backwards to sit at the edge of the bed, placing you in his lap with his legs spread wide, bulge poking into the swell of your ass. His arm locked you in place, bunching the fabric around your back and pinching at your skin.
His other hand left your neck and moved to your lips, attempting to force a finger inside. You fought back rather brazenly, spit coating your chin as you refused to widen your mouth. His finger dragged across your teeth before you finally bit him - hard and unforgiving.
Tobias yelped but quickly replaced his quiet ow with a chuckle.
"Are we biting now?" He teased, moving the sleeve of your flimsy dress down. You could feel his breath suck in as he brought his teeth to your skin, gently nibbling before growing more forceful and leaving indentations in your skin. The pain caused you to release his hand from your lips, groaning and whispering curses.
"I will have your head, filthy jester."
"You may have all of me, my precious queen." His voice softened. Tobias nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck before licking a stripe across the bite mark he left on your shoulder. "Every inch of me is yours. So why not give me all of you?"
His hand trailed down your body, across your chest, following the curve of your breast and down your stomach, over his own arm and stopping just above your clothed cunt, dripping with arousal despite your unwavering denial. He lifted your dress and played with the fabric of your lingerie, finding the little slit in between the panties and beginning to run slow circles into your clit.
You bit back a moan, bottom lip tightly bitten to hold off on anything that would raise the bastard's ego any further.
"It didn't have to be this way," he murmured, a whine laced in Tobias's voice. "I tried so hard to make you mine - willingly, I mean."
The pad of his thumb pressed harder into your clit, the once soft circles now turning into rough swipes going up and down and around. His index and pointer dipped down to collect your wetness before continuing once again.
Your back arched at the strange sensation, feeling a knot in your stomach as your hand dropped down to grab at Tobias's thigh, the fabric of his motley bunching between your fingers and offering him some much needed friction. He bucked into your lower back, a pleasant sigh resounding.
His arm tightened around you, almost knocking the air from your longs but necessary, lest he lose his patience so soon. "I have to prepare you." Tobias gathered your slick on his fingers before slowly pushing one finger in - steady and purposeful, waiting for each centimeter to elicit a reaction of pleasure before continuing. He didn't want to hurt you, not that you seemed to realize. Would your king have been so restrained? Would he have delved his fingers into your needy cunt to prepare you?
As Tobias began moving his finger in and out, and your moans became more and more audible, he couldn't help but laugh. "Do you still wish your husband were here?"
Tobias's words seemed to snap you out of this strange stupor. You latched onto his hand and pulled him out and away from you, panting as you realized just how needy he had made you. You craned your neck to look at him, panting and wounded emotionally.
"I..." Your words were caught in your throat.
This is what you wanted, truly. For your handsome jester to take you instead of the old man you called your king. Through all your cognitive senses you knew this was wrong - you'd be strung up alongside this fool come morning should his majesty see you like this. And yet, his majesty is nowhere to be seen.
"Where is my husband?" You questioned.
Tobias groaned, annoyance evident. "Watching."
Tobias's grin sent shivers down your spine, and you realized - you had no want to find out what he meant by that. Watching... As if the old man were here. Your gaze flickered to the dresser and then back to Tobias.
You knew.
Of course you knew.
But the way his grip tightened and the crazed look in his eye worsened, you realized it didn't really matter.
Well, it does. You thought, It will. Tomorrow. I will deal with his actions tomorrow.
Right now, you just needed the ache between your legs subsided.
"Put on a good show for him," you whispered into his lips, leaning in to kiss him fully. Your tongue lapped at Tobias's mouth, teeth clanking as Tobias found your rhythm and followed suite.
You gasped as his fingers found their way back down, this time two beginning to pump in and out of you to chase your high after you so rudely interrupted Tobias the first time. With your full compliance, he let go of your waist and instead grabbed at your breast, massaging the mound of fat and playing with your nipple through the fabric. He pulled and pinched, eliciting excited sighs in between your kisses.
Your noses nuzzled against each other as you both fell back onto the bed, Tobias enclosing you in his front.
"Are you ready?" He asked, practically singing his praises at how wet you had gotten from his playing with you.
You nodded.
"Fill me, Tobias," your words were crude, even for a queen. But the way his name sounded from your tongue sent jolts of pleasure through his body.
From being the little and sweet jester to just Tobias was a dream come true. You spoke to him as an equal then, as a man who would worship you and the ground you walked upon and then snatch it from beneath your feet all the same.
He lifted you for just a moment, unzipping the fabric from his neck down to his groin, his chest freeing itself - large and round and nipples hardened. You wanted to see, to press your face into Tobias's pecks and allow your hands to roam his soft body all over but Tobias was quicker, using his clothed bicep to entrap you. His cock sprung out, fat and long and leaking with precum. You could feel it on your back - the way he slid the tip down to your entrance. He moved it between your thighs once, allowing you a too short view of the reddened tip, its sheer size causing your legs to squeeze together unconsciously.
Tobias squeezed your face with his bicep further, moaning at the sensation. A little aah sounding before he forced one of your legs up and over his free arm.
"You'll have to put me in," he laughed, both hands keeping you in a locked position against him.
With trembling fingers you stretched as far as you could to grab Tobias's dick, the wet flesh a feeling you had never quite expected, though it made you throb. You lined yourself up, achingly slow and pushed the tip in, causing Tobias's head to fall black in complete and utter pleasure.
"So good," he moaned out. "Such a pretty cunt."
Before you could continue, Tobias bucked his hips up - you imagined on purpose though you were certain he'd deny it should you ask. His dick pierced through your gummy walls, filling you with his sheer length and burrowing deep into your warm crevices.
"Sooo beautiful. Even better than I imagined. Gods, I want to ravage you." Tobias continued babbling on, waiting for you to move on your own while he continued to praise the tightness of your cunt.
You began rolling your hips, grinding in the air to achieve the friction inside that would hit that spot just right. Tobias committed the movement to memory, beginning to copy you in order to help you chase relief as fast and as hard as possible. His hand squeezed at your thigh, massaging your leg and sliding across your soft, warm skin. He trailed down, hands digging into the skin of your stomach and playing with the fabric of your lingerie.
He had never been one to enjoy such lewd costumes - Tobias knows better than anyone what it's like to be forced into a clownish dress, parading himself to others simply to entice them into enjoying his comedy. You needn't entice him anything, your bare skin perfectly crafted for his taking. What more could Tobias want?
"To have you like this... for me... It is," he moaned a loud mmf before continuing, "It is splendid. You are perfect."
"Tobias..." You shivered at his touch, squeezing him tighter for the praises he sang in your name.
No longer is your jester performing for your validation. This is who he is - raw and deep and achingly romantic. The shape of his cock molded you to him, every crevice inside you explored as he begins to rut into you, losing the soft, grinding motion he initially began with. He simply couldn't keep up the rhythm, not when your gummy wells are hugging him so well, not when he can feel your slick dripping onto his happy trail and staining his costume.
"Ah ah ah, so good, so tight. Just like that." His words became erratic.
Tobias; ever the fool, became pussy drunk just from fucking you. He wished to stay here forever, buried inside of you with his hands roaming the expanse of your tits and neck and face.
"I... I feel something is coming," you admitted, fingers digging into the arm holding your head in place. His grip loosened for just a moment, allowing you a breath before tightening once again, speeding his pace to fuck you into your release.
"Let it come," Tobias reassured, "All of it. I want to hear and see all of it."
His cock glided in and out of you, the almost pink length wet with your arousal as he rolled his hips into you. His finger circled your clit once again, your leg propped up against his forearm as he chased your high with a thorough strength you weren't sure your body was made to entirely handle.
"I'm cumming, sweet girl, I-" Tobias's moan broke his own sentence, your scream piercing the air at the same time as he rode out both of your highs.
His hips hesitated, pumps erratic with the feeling of his wet, thick cum coating your insides. You felt so full, so cockdrunk you didn't even care he hadn't pulled out. If anything, you wanted more, your exhausted body grinding into his softening cock once again.
Tobias chuckled, leaving himself inside of your needy cunt as you continued grinding.
"You want more?" He chuckled, "You want this poor jester's cock to cum inside you again?"
All you could do was nod, yes and please sputtering out of you in quiet fervor.
Tobias flipped you onto your back, gently placing you against the velvety bedsheets as he placed his forearms at either side of you. You could finally see him fully, drink in his appearance and all of his masculine edges. His eyes were wide, pupils blown from the pleasure you granted him. His chest, large and round, seemed so warm, glistening with sweat and shadowed by his motley.
Your fingers made their way to his stomach, thin with his ribs angled, his abs barely visible but clearly felt as you trailed along the skin. His cock hardened against your touch, and you could see its size growing until it laid against your stomach once again.
You reached down but Tobias pulled his hips back, earning an exasperated whine from you. Gods, he loved this. You are a complete and utter mess now, perfectly desperate for him as he has always been for you.
"Show me where you want it," he teased, grinning.
Your pride could have gotten the better of you - perhaps if you were still facing away from him it would have. But right now, seeing his cock on full display and the way his body curls over yours, you just couldn't put up your mighty queen act even if you tried. Spreading your legs, your fingers moved to your cunt, pushing the skin aside with a reddened face, embarrassment beyond evident. "In here, Tobias." Your whispers were quieter than he would have liked, but seeing you spread wide for him is more than enough compensation.
He pushed inside of you, your hands quickly finding his pecks and squeezing and clawing as he grinds into your needy cunt. "So good, so tight. You're such a good girl for me," he fanned into your ear, trailing wet kisses down your jawline and reaching your lips.
A banging came from the dresser. The reality you knew and tried to deny finally making itself undeniably apparent. Tobias saw the pathetic fear contort into your features, fingers grabbing at your chin and holding you in place.
"Look at me," he ordered, still drumming into you at a deliciously slow speed. You obeyed, if only to keep him satisfied. Tobias's gaze softened at you, thumb releasing and sliding across your bottom lip. "If you go now, this ends. Forever."
You frantically looked to the dresser through the corner of your eye, the wood moving back and forth as your king attempted to release himself. You looked back at Tobias - at him. The man with whom you've shared countless little conversations with, all jovial, all exciting. The man before you, eliciting complete and utter pleasure from you, had never once judged you for your lack of an ability to smile. If anything, it only seemed to spur him on further.
A tear slid down your cheek and Tobias quickly wiped it away, cooing at you.
Your arms found their way around his neck, pulling him closer to you. "Just take me," you pleaded.
"Anything for you, my precious queen."
