#jester smut

Pierrot

Your sweet Pierrot's shyness goes out the window once love making is on the table. He'll often ask you what type of love you'd want in the moment, whether it be sweet sensual love making, or a primal mating session. He's always willing to accommodate his darling the best he can for as long as he wants. (Best to set up a safe word with him beforehand, for your body's safety).

It's no surprise he has a raging body worship and breeding kink. It doesn't matter if it's gentle, rough, primal, he will always sing your praises and show his devotion to your temple of a body whenever there's oxygen in his lungs. He'll smother you in kisses and lick trails across every inch of your body if you'll let him. Your skin under attack from his sharp teeth that gently scrape and nip at your sensitive zones. He always asks to bite you however, starting off with complete pleas but eventually devolving to a desperate "please". But once you give him permission one too many times he loses his self control.

You'd have to use the jaws of life to pry his mouth off of your core, this man will eat, suck, and tongue fuck you to tears nearly every time, and then some. He loves holding you in place as you writhe under him, his tongue explores every nook and cranny in your sensitive hole. The sweet sounds you make egging him on to see just how far he could push you before your complete and utter ruin. Your body is a temple he swore to worship, but sometimes a little desecration gives him even more reason to rebuild his devotion.

Pierrot also has a deadly breeding kink and a knot to match. His primal instincts take hold once feels his knot start to inflate, gutteral growls and pants filling the void of his usual praises, his petnames transforming into a slurry of possessive "mine's".

He purrs into your neck once his knot finally slots itself inside you, his cock pulsing rhythmically as he shoots his cum deep inside you. Sometimes even chasing the pleasure for both of you by pulling his knot out just to ram it back inside you, knot-fucking you, sinful squelches only encouraging him to fill you to the brim again. He yearns to leave his mark on you in every sense, including watching his cum seeping out of your abused hole.

Harlequin

His usual flirty banter seemingly hits new highs as sex becomes a regular occurrence for you. Often accompanied by sarcastic remarks about how long it takes for you to warm up enough for his tastes. Foreplay for him mostly just includes a hunter/prey dynamic that gets both of your hearts racing. His usual petnames change to prey items, "bunny, rabbit, lamb, and fawn" being common ones. He loves the thrill of a chase and the accomplishment of an easy catch. "Run, little rabbit, let's see how far you make it this time."

Without a doubt his tendrils come into play routinely. Restricting your movement, snaking their way under your clothes, teasing the sensitive flesh underneath. All while he has his way marking what is rightfully his, sometimes to the point of blood play, his personal reward for a successful hunt. His ropes often stretching your hole thoroughly before he even reveals his cocks. Yes plural.

Just like Pierrot, he enjoys seeing you squirm and buck against his tendrils in a pitiful attempt for a break. You're a sopping wet mess around him and he always reminds you of it. "My my, such a sinful little disaster you can be, little fawn~. Keep crying out, maybe someone can bask in your misery~." His dirty talk works better than most vibrators ever could dream of.

Harlequin is quite proud of his cocks, stacked on top of each other with the top having a dramatic curve upwards and the bottom being girthy. Although his favorite thing is to take advantage of your spent state only to push both of his cocks in you at once, using his ropes to move your weakened body like his personal fleshlight. It takes him a while to cum so be sure to make yourself useful, little lamb.

If you show him genuine affection and love it honestly takes him aback. Sometimes completely stopping the encounter with an utter of your mutual save word from his trembling lips. After enough talks and bonding he'd be more inclined to allow you to take the lead and show him the true side of intimacy. Gentle caresses, loving kisses, and slow rolls of your hips sending him to a whole new plane of pleasure, one that only you hold the keys to, treat him gently and he might get addicted to this side of sex, just don't mention his choked whimpers and groans as he tries to hide his face into his arms.

Jester

"Come pet, entertain me." He purrs as he yanks your leash closer to him, his hand trailing from your jaw to your chin, it's sharp claw cutting your skin ever so gently. You were nothing but a means for stress relief to him, and you will serve your purpose. Before any stress relief takes place however, you both have an extended conversation on boundaries, safewords, terms and conditions, he even went as far as to compile a contract for you to initial, and he will enforce any violations.

One of his favorite bonding activities with you is shibari. Seeing you tied up is one thing but seeing what kind of intricate designs he can place on your beautiful figure is an art form to him. He always offers his pet the choice of color. Sometimes you two talk about anything that comes to mind, others however you must be in your best behavior. "Good pets don't bark unprompted. Try that again and we'll have to refresh your training."

His dirty talk is an intoxicating combination of degradation and praise that keeps your breath in your lungs. "Such a sad little creature, I haven't even done much to warrant this much of a reaction from you. And yet, look at the beautiful mess you've become." Your moans are his favorite symphony and he is but a humble composer. Often using toys to bring you pleasure, vibrators strapped to your tied form, always being pulled away if you get too close to cumming. Blindfolds to keep you guessing what would come next, gags if you get too lippy for his tastes.

He absolutely is just in it to watch you come undone under his touch. Edging you for hours to the brink of tears, seeing how far he can push you before you disobey and act out of line. Often avoiding your hole and opting to tease the rest of your body, featherlight touches dancing around your eager body. Being a greedy brat is often met with a fierce reminder to your sensitive skin. His often marks your skin with a riding crop, although if you've learned your lesson he might honor your skin with his handprint.

"I suppose you've been good enough to warrant release, my sweet pet, do you wish for me to take you now? To finally ravish you? To claim you as my own?" He eventually pities you enough to ravage your hole with his Eldritch cocks, although a collection of smaller tentacles, he has complete control over each of them, often twisting them into one cohesive appendage. Every single one of your sweet spots inside of you thoroughly ravaged as he expertly angles individual tentacles to mercilessly bring you release after release. He only officially marks you right at the pinnacle of his release, sinking his fangs into the crook of your neck as his cocks pulse deep inside of you, pumping fertile eggs into your warm body, a few of the cocks slithering out to coat your body in his essence, smearing his scent around your claimed body.

Ticket Taker

It's not surprising that Ticket Taker will train you and train you well. After all, good humans earn their place with obedience. He will Pavlov you into behaving with positive reinforcement. "Tell me what you want and it will be yours, but I will not stand for silence." It's surprisingly a good trust building activity between the two of you, a sense of intimate closeness and fully exploring each other's open boundaries, and a confidence builder for any insecurities you may have.

"I want you to look at nothing but my eyes, my dear." Your glazed eyes flicking up to his as his mirror form splits you open on its phantom fingers. The stretch filling your eyes with tears as you tried to concentrate on the simple order he gave you, only to give into your body and shut them only for a moment. "Ah ah ah, you know the rules," he tuts as the feeling of being full seemingly vanishes, a desperate whine escaping your pretty little throat.

If you have body image issues he's just the monster to fuck some sense into you. He'll position reflections of every sinful angle so you can watch his grooved cock sliding deep within you, your stomach bulging out at the overwhelming curves of his smooth ridges. "Your beauty is marvelous, my dear, look at yourself," he firmly grabs you by your chin moving it towards one of the mirrors, the sight of your disheveled body something out of a fantasy. "I want you to list off the qualities that you like about yourself as I take you to the edge of oblivion."

Some nights when he's especially pent up expect his mirror doppelgangers to join in on the night's indulgences. Spit roasting, Eiffel towers, double penetration, even him just allowing his mirror images to turn you into a breathtaking sight as he finishes up his work for the evening.

When he does reach his limit he opts to claim you from the inside out, his ribbed cock inflating into multiple knots as he pumps his cum into you, often seeping out from your opening. He rarely ever allows his knots to deflate before gingerly pulling from you, opting for immediate aftercare, always praising you for your performance, even going as far to highlight his favorite parts to boost your ego.

Doctor

Doctor is immensely curious about every single facet of your body. It's no surprise that he'd make every instance into an experiment after the first time you had vanilla sex. (His control for future intercourse). Anywhere from watching how you squirm away from hot wax dripping on your warm body, to your startled gasp when an ice cube was pressed to your nipples. But his favorite so far has to be using you as his personal anatomical model. Taking a marker and intricately drawing representations of your internal organs where they lie beneath your delicate skin, annotating terminology accordingly. Using your body's curves as guides for muscle groups, tracing your pulse points drawing snaking lines where your arteries and veins lie.

Although if you bring up the obvious roleplay with him he'll not only find it amusing but also indulge your wishes, if that's what his sweetie wishes. Your arousal is intoxicating to him regardless of what you decide on. The way your heart races, the change in blood pressure, the way your body screams out its desires in its silent language he would spend centuries to decipher. If you turn the tables on him and try to run your own diagnostics on him for a change you'll hear a genuine chuckle, "my sweetie wishes to be my personal nurse? How can I object to such a tempting mutual learning experience."

It's not uncommon for the Doctor to accidentally nick you with one of his claws, the smell of your blood sometimes sending him into a frenzy. Licking at the wound, throwing away any chances of a meaningful experiment he allows his impulses to take hold. Gutteral growls and snarls replace his usual mutters of hypotheses. His frantic movements sometimes cause more scratches and more blood to rise to the surface. His cock straining painfully for any form of friction. His hands frantically try to prepare you for him, using whatever control he has left to not wound you internally with his claws. "Sweetie, I fear I cannot hold back any longer. I must take you as you are."

Normally he prefers a few hours to your preparation if you agree to penetration. His cock is the most well endowed of the troupe, fitted with multiple ridges that increase in thickness, the curve dangerously similar to a hook. Every ridge accompanied by a metal ball of his jacob's ladder, and a prince albert to boot. He always lubes himself and your hole to avoid any potential tearing, but when he gets this worked up he just squeezes a sloppy amount in his hands and gives himself a few strokes before lining himself up at your entrance. "I know, I know, sweetie. Just a little more." he gently lies to you as his cock stutters inside you, each ridge popping inside you stretching you to your limit.

Once he's fully seated inside you he allows you to accommodate only for a moment before dragging his cock out of you, his thrusts starting off as gentle before escalating to a brutal pace once he was confident you could handle it. His cockhead pummeling against your sensitive walls causing him to growl at the sensation. His hand snakes down in between your bodies to bring you further pleasure as if his overwhelming body wasn't enough. He simply just wants to push you to your limits and see your reactions, feeling your body's reaction to his was intoxicating enough. He always cums deep and hard, thrusting roughly in between pulses to guarantee any chances of impregnation, biology be damned. After a moment he pulls out to watch your body spasm, making mental notes of how his cum seeps out of you. Next time if he angles your body just right, maybe more of his cum will remain inside you.

Pierrot

-Bless your and his hearts. Hes also a virgin man, so since its your first time, he will make sure its special(well anyways he would always make it special)

-He also felt so blessed with the fact that you decided to have your first time with him.

-When he sees how sensitive you are, he makes sure he takes it slow, he especially doesn't want to scare you off with the love he wants to show.

" Is this okay my lady? Do you want me to keep going this way? If you want me to do something different, please, please tell me, my lady. " Hes so scared he might hurt you, especially with his size.

-But after sinking into your sweet and tight cunt, he feels like hes losing it, your soft whimpers and the way your body trembles at such small movements he makes, he wants to rut you so bad, but no, he can't, not yet. Your pleasure will always come before his, so he'll make sure hes gentle with you, unless you ask him to really claim you.

-He loves your sounds especially, and how you look at him with that sweet, adorable face as hes being the first to make love to you, it makes it all the more special to him.

Harlequin

-Oof, might not be a great idea to have him as your first time, not saying not to, but justtt... yknow how he is.

-Anyway, he would be delighted to know he gets to take you before that Pierrot, honestly, a part of him actually feels a vulnerable emotion that you chose him, especially him out of all people. But no, he won't show that.

-When he finds out just how sensitive you are, he will try to go slow, but he will tease the hell outta you for it.

-I honestly think that just because you chose to give him your first time out of anyone else, he would go at your pace, not only to make sure you're okay, but because he actually feels a connection to you and wants the time to truely feel it, dont mention it though, he will not admit it.

" My my, sexy little coelhinho, you're really into this, aren't you? I can feel you pulsing around me again, and again~ " Which is his way of expressing the fact that he loves how into him you are, how sensitive you get from him fucking you.

-If he sees you try and cling closer to him during it, his brows might just furrow, you wouldn't see it, but thats because of how loved you're making him feel, he would brush it off and continue but your expressions, your sounds, and the overall sensitivity and desperation just from him being the one to make love to you for your first time really sticks with him.

-Dont you dare mention though.

Ticket Taker

-He would be pretty suprised that you decided to give away your innocence to him, I mean you practically had two monsters fighting over you, yet you chose him? Crazy.

-He has no negative feelings about it though, just confusion, yet he will make sure to take your first time slowly, he is quite the gentleman after all.

-He loved to see the effect he had on you, the way you would squirm just from featherlight touches from him was enough to get him going, he wouldn't necessarily show that excitment though.

-The best part was hearing your sweet whimpers and gasps, the way you wanted to be closer to him, the way you wrapped your legs around him, and only him.

" So submissive and obedient, I will make sure to treat you well, my sweet guest. " We all know he loves when he is being obeyed, he loves your nature of submitting to him and giving your first time just to him.

-He would definitely praise your good behavior, he would also be very gentle with you, good obedience deserves good care.

Jester

-Another one confused of why you'd give him your first time, go do it with the clown that is so obsessed with you that they stalk you all the time. But in then end, you decided to give your virginity to him.

-He doesn't have too much of a problem with being gentle, but don't expect him to be all over you, caressing you, kissing you, no. But if you need some comfort for the stretch... fine, he'll give in, for a little.

-He's aware some humans are more sensitive than others, though, he hasn't seen it for himself, well, until now.

-Your expressions, your desperation, your squirms from only small contact from him, all of that just for him. Its pretty suprising.

" Such an interesting little thing, giving your own innocence to someone that doesn't even show much interest in you, even though you have a guard dog that worships the ground you step on. Oh but you're being so good for me, I can respect that~ " The pulsing of your pussy from his words doesn't go unnoticed from him.

-He normally wouldn't tolerate being gentle for a human, but, you are the only exception, breaking you would be far too cruel of him anyway, you don't need to be reprimanded, you just naturally submit to him for some reason, though he's not complaining.

Doctor

-He finds it very, VERY, interesting that you would engage in such activities with him, let alone it being the first time for you to do so.

-You wouldn't even have to tell him its your first, he would know, he knows by the way you react, the noises you'd make, but his suspicions are then comfirmed by feeling the tightness of your warmth around him.

-He would have to be careful, he is literally huge, and this is your first time, safety first.

-He would definitely notice every reaction of yours, not to mention the way you practically clinged to him, the way you wanted to be closer to him.

" Every reaction, every breath, all reserved for just me. This feeling, no one has ever had the pleasure of this pulsing around them, it's truely so special, my sweetie. "

-And don't worry, he would go at whatever pace you want, as long as it is careful, he wouldn't want to tear you apart. Not you.

-Overall, he really is gentle, sure, he would want to try some new things but he cannot overwhelm you, he would make sure he knows your limits before testing you later.

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"Shhh, don't move, pet. I need to stay focused." He simply answer, a clawed hand caressing the back of your head absent-mindedly.

You huff through your nose, muffled by the gag.

'Don't move. Don't be distracting. Don't moan too loud. Ect.' You'd like to see him in your place, contorted in his purple bounds, naked on his lap, unable to move or cover yourself.

He leans forward to sign and stamps that document, again, making you mewl, drooling all over the gag.

He tuts.

"How hard can it be, little pet?" He grins meanly at you, displaying his sharp teeth.

You gulp, the vision of his teeth, pearly white and sharp.

How would it feel having them sink into your flesh?

Claiming you to the eyes of the world?

That would be… Nice. You think.

"Be a doll, would you? I have a lot of work."

You sigh, resting your head on his shoulder in defeat, feeling sweat rolling down your skin. You can barely move a muscle without it contracting your pussy around his cock.

He chose that position exactly for that.

Cause he's just a maniacal sadist psychopathic control freak.

"Oh, you are trembling? Is something not to your taste, perhaps?" He taunts.

You hiss,biting on the gag.

What a mean man. He knows you want more, you crave more.

More of him.

More of his deranged affection.

You want him ravaging you and breaking your mind entirely. He can use his hypnosis if he so wants. He can annihilate your soul for all you care, now.

You just want him and his twisted love embracing you and warming you up.

You were still well adjusted some week ago still, and now… Now your own mother would disavow you.

He pulls on the leash to pull you off him and look at your flustered face.

"Ah, and now you are crying." He mocks with a snigger, "You puzzle me, pet. You came in here, begging for some of my time, and now that I gave you a premium seat, you cry?"

You gulp, refraining a sob. This is all just too much. Too much.

You want his voice, you want him silent. You want him out of you, you want him thrusting into you. You want to hug him, you want to slap him across the face. You want to kiss his mouth, you want to abandon him here… You want all of him and disappear of the surface of the earth.

He cups your face and licks your tear off your cheek with a purr.

"This is a taste I could get addicted to." He notes, half singing, "So what's wrong, my pet? What can I do to make you more comfortable?"

You whine and struggle on his lap, hands bound behind your back, forced in a fetal position.

"Ah, you want more of me and my cock? Pervert." He mocks.

You roar through the gag, getting annoyed and out of your mind.

"Alright, I am feeling magnanimous tonight. I can grant you that privilege." And he starts tapping his feet.

The movement makes you bob up and down on his girth ever so little, but in with your skin so thin and your nerves exacerbated right now, this is doing a lot.

"Look at me when I please you, pet." He orders, tilting your chin to force you to face him.

The jolts of pleasure courses your entire, stiff body, your pussy aching for more, reveling in his generosity. He slouches on his chair with his mean smirk, appreciating his work on you, his little, fragile pet, all vulnerable and open for him.

"You drool all over yourself, naughty girl." He bites, wiping a side of your jaw with his gloved thumb before sucking on it, "You're lucky I appreciate you."

You moan out loud, throat dry, as your cunt spasms around his length like it was trying to swallow it entirely, like it could even go any deeper than that! You can feels his warm tip nudged deep inside your core, leaking profusely, getting mixed with your essence, dripping on his black pants.

"I forgot to tell you, Bil is supposed to visit." Jester drops out of nowhere.

You almost choke on your gag, looking at him absolutely horrified, tensing up your entire body in a fight or flight response. You struggle on his lap, trying to leave, even if you have to cave your face into the ground.

A choreography of movement that seems to please your clown a good amount.

"Mmh…" He sighs with satisfaction, "That's the kind of actions I like. You, helpless and at my entire mercy, struggling to escape while kneading my cock so right." He bites his lower lips as his pupils turns into deviant purple hearts, "I should have claimed you way sooner."

You shake your head, trying to fall for good by balancing your body left and right, and if you cave your face in, so be it. You have been perverted, lusting after that monster, but you're not that far gone yet.

"Keep agitating yourself, pet. It only heightens my sensations."

And he resumes his foot tapping, driving you absolutely crazy. You can't allow yourself to be seen naked or cumming in public, this is not you, not the kind of woman your are…

"Ah, Ticket Taker. Come in." the Jester calls behind your back.

You freeze dead, horrified by the situation.

He… He is playing with you. This is just a sick joke.

Yes, ha ha. Of course, it is.

Jester wouldn't really do that… Would he?

"Thank you Jester, I just came here for… My greetings, visitor." Bil's stern and ever professional voice resonates behind you.

Your stomach drops so low, you actually think it evacuated your organism. Yet it is perfectly in place.

"Pet?" Jester teases, "You respond to a greeting when you are a polite girl. Should I teach you manners too?"

You rise crying eyes to your demon partner, begging, pleading for him to put an end to this comedy.

He hits the ground harder suddenly, worsening the shocks spreading into your pussy, forcing you to mewl against your will.

"There. Good girl." He pats your head condescendingly, "What did you wanted Bil?"

As quickly as it appeared, his playful, albeit mean, expression vanish for a professional one, his cheerful and sadist tone melting into a stern one.

Like you were not even here, bobbing on his cock like a sex toy for his sick pleasure.

No.

Always in control, nothing escapes his suffocating grip and he has absolute authority over anyone entering his domain. A man of control and restraint, also capable of terrible deviance and acts of perversion so degrading they intoxicate you to the depths of your lungs, poison your bloodstream and captivate your mind.

As humiliating as it is, you are forced to reckon with the fact that, for better and mostly for worse : you are in love with the Jester.

And you have the absolute certainty that he will be your end, in one way or another.

"I am here for the bills."

Jester lowers back his gaze on his desk, grabbing a folder and handing it to his henchman.

"Here." He says smiling at his old friend, while keeping you fucking yourself stupid on his fucking erection.

You try to keep quiet, and gather the little dignity Jester didn't yet torn from you. But of course he wouldn't be satisfied with that. He decides to pinch your ass cheek with his free hand, making your yelp out loud like a bitch in heat.

"I cannot really move, as you can see. You'll have to come closer, Bil." Jester informs the other man.

That's it.

You want to die.

And to kill him too, that bastard.

"… I see." Ever the stoic, Bil approaches.

Each steps resonates like a second closer to a pillory. You press your head on Jester's chest, turning your face away from Ticket Taker while he gets closer.

"Don't look so confused, Bil. She can't bite you, I made sure of that before you came."

He keeps slapping the floor, forcing undignified and lewd moan out of you, his tip hitting deep inside of you.

"Thank you,, Jester. I shall leave you with your… Company."

"I will be busy and unavailable tonight. Wait for tomorrow morning if you have reclamations for the bills."

"Understood."

You gulp, hearing the footsteps walking away, depriving you of all your energy.

You're not meant for that kind of stress.

"I can feel your heartbeat through my tip, pet. This is a delicious sensation." The man of your nightmares and dreams whispers oh so lowly in your ear, "But I want more now that my duties are done."

And without any warning, he grabs your butt to lift you up and put you on his desk. He unhooks the bounds of your stiff legs and opens your thighs wide for him, allowing him to gaze and observes you in your complete nudity, preventing you from modestly covering yourself to his piercing gaze.

Cunt and breast exposed, his for the taking.

For him to feast and relish of your flesh.

"What a sight, my little pet. You are shaking all over from so little…" He jabs, "So reserved, yet so ready to be corrupted. You are a joy for my eyes, and a song for my old heart." He brushes his long hair out of the way, getting rid of his hat, revealing his terrible horns to you, his eyes glowing with anticipation and pent up lust, "Can you hold on trough it all for me, minha Pulcinella?" He grazes the side of your face with his claws, ever so softly.

And without missing a bit, he slips out of your dripping cunt, and rams back in. It punches the air out of your lungs, shaking up to your brain, sending shocks in your head. He slips out, rams back in.

Again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

The desk cracks and complains under your activities, but Jester doesn't mind damaging his desk, he has other plans, other preoccupations right now.

Like your sweet pussy.

Or your breast bobbing up and down hypnotically.

Isn't it ironic? Even without powers, you hypnotize the brain-washer. A delicious contradiction that he especially didn't miss, but he can grant you that little power over him.

His little doll to play with.

Easy to care for.

Easy to break.

Easy to remodel to his sickest fantasies.

He loves to project an air of perfect control and mastery, but even the most self restrained man needs to let of some steam. Who would have known he was so wicked and so vicious as to love chain and gags even in the bedroom? After all, lots love to bark but cannot bite.

Jester just let you know that he can bite, and he can tear off your arm with it.

You are no longer on the playgrounds but in a real circus of perversion, an you are the newest prized toy.

"So tight, Pulcinella. This is succulent, what else can you give me? Your mind? Your little brain? Your feeble heart?" He asks, never slowing his pace, ravaging you like never before, "Your soul?"

You manage to open your eyes and look at him trough the tears, with evident fear.

Could he steal your soul? Is that… A thing?

"You look terrorized, sweet little thing. Are you asking yourself if this is possible?" He inquires his grin stretching wider, letting you gaze at his pearly white teeth, "Keep pleasing me like you do, Pulcinella, and you will never have to worry about it." He sussures in your ear delicately.

And he kisses your cheek.

A kiss so soft.

So tender.

So different than his usual behavior that it wrecks your brain entirely, making you sob harder.

Is it covetousness? Is it limerence? Is it Love? Or is it just sick?

What is it for him? What crosses his mind when his eyes lie on you?

Is it true, or just a sick game to entertain him?

Is he true to you?

Or is he playing with your heart? Like a cat do a mouth before putting it down?

He looks down at you with clear satisfaction, and proceeds to destroy what remained of your consciousness for the soiree with stronger pelvis thrust. His cock brushes all the good spots, making you drool on yourself, eyes rolling inside your head and your toes curling deliciously.

You cunt is so thick and fluffy for him, its like a warm pillow for him to nudge in and enjoy. A sheath for his glorious shaft.

Like your body was tailor-made for his.

You pant, your head light and dizzy, the smell of sex getting so strong and heady you lose your marks. Nothing exist outside of you two. Two predators, wanting each other's death yet craving each other's devotion.

Locked in a dance of death, a battle of love.

Your body knows it is in the presence of a flesh-eater, a carnivore. Yet instead of terrifying you like a normal, sane woman, you want to push further.

To see how far it could go. How far can you push him until he loses his nerves and it gets… Let's say interesting.

If he were to eat you whole, you'd find it a good death. To be this monster's meal is a worthy end.

Your entire body contract as one muscle with each back and forth, forced to receive the pleasure he so generously grants you. You moan, the fire in your core growing and growing, devastating everything on its wake, huffing through your nose, your walls fluttering around his girth.

You feel the waves of your orgasm approaching surely, already looming over your mind, ready to ravage you with raw ecstasy

"I feel you close, querida Pulcinella. You are so easy to guess, it is a pleasure working you up." He hums satisfied with his work on you.

And with three powerful last thrusts, he finishes inside of you, pushing you beyond the arcana of pleasure. Without any warning, he bares his teeth, and bites down your shoulder.

Hard.

Drawing blood.

The sudden pain rushes the tsunami that reaches the shore and destroys everything that was left of you. Your energy, your dignity, your mind. You drown in a swirl of sensual sensations and lustrous feelings.

Everything that he touched is now soiled and twisted to his taste.

The knot in your core snaps clean and your back arches impressively while your scream of pleasure is barely silenced by the gag. Your core spasms, dancing around his erection. Your eyes close, blinded by white firelight behind your eyelids, your head dizzy. He buries himself to the hilt to repaint your insides in white with his thick creamy seed, and your pussy greedily milks him for all his worth, kneading him nice and well, forcing a sound akin to a growled snigger out of him.

Your body, so tense, suddenly fall, slouching on the desk, void of all energy and mean to move and escape this predator.

He pants, looming over you like a storm cloud, his white mask framed by his gorgeous purple mane, tickling your face, hands and each side of your head.

He sighs, straitening his posture as he combs his hair back with his fingers, head thrown back.

You gulp, gathering your senses.

He looks back down at you, with a stern indecipherable expression for a second. He looks so… Taken aback you actually think he'll jump at your throat.

But he just slips off without a word, and re-dresses himself, his expression turned still and austere. He snaps his fingers, freeing you from the bond and the gag, allowing you to finally move.

"Dress back up and return home." He readjusts his collar, "Ask Pierrot to escort you if you want."

"… What?" You ask, astonished.

He… He is really throwing you out? You're still naked on his desk, your fluids mixed oozing out of your still sensitive cunt onto the wood, disheveled and panting, and he just… Shoos you out like that?

"Jester?"

"Thank you for your time, pet. You may take your leave." He flattens his clothes, pulling his hair into a bun, turning to you with a gaze so terrible you shiver "I won't repeat it."

You huff through your nose, indignant, jump on your feet to put you clothes back on.

You are thoroughly humiliated.

You run out of the tent without further ado, jaw clenched hard.

If this is the attitude he intends to give you, might as well end everything right here.

"My Lady…?" A concerned voice rises behind you.

You turn to Pierrot, approaching you carefully in the dark night, this side of the circus barely illuminated to allow the artists to sleep in peace.

"Are you alright?" He asks gingerly.

"Pierrot…!" You broke down crying again, of exhaustion and frustration.

And you fall into his arms, pressing your face to his chest.

Jester can go fuck himself.

_________

He sighs, taking a puff of his cig again.

He was a real jerk to you. Again.

But this time he took things too far, he lost control of himself.

Claiming you?

You?

A human?

Did his age finally catch back to him?

And now he also have to make sure you are on the pill, or that would be a problem.

He breathes through his nose. He is getting sloppy, before he took all the precautions. But with you…

With you, he loses his mind. He loses his usual self-control. He loses himself in you.

Who is he truly if he lost his hate?

Who is he if he softens for the enemy?

He tssks and crush his cig, under his foot, trying to relax his shoulders.

He didn't like the gaze you gave him rushing out of his tent, and he is not looking forward your next meeting.

Alas…

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.

-

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." 

-

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. 

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anyway, the point is that you are weak. in every fucking area you could possibly imagine. you are weak physically, in comparison to this huge mountain of muscles, sharp teeth and claws. and you are weak mentally, because you feel drawn to him despite all the danger he possesses.

“jester,” you whine, leaning your head on his shoulder. “i’m bored! can’t we do something together? you’ve been reading for hours now!”

“ah, because reading books take time, my little pet. but, once again, i’m not surprised by your lack of knowledge in the field of gaining knowledge from the letters,” he said.

you pretend like you haven’t noticed his slight jab, but you can’t help but scoff. every time you speak to him, he finds a way to twist your word and throws them in your face like it’s nothing. this smartass doesn’t usually let the opportunity to mock you slide, but he’s being so self-righteous at the moment, because despite his words, he puts a book aside and offers you a teasing smirk.

“what are you planning to do, my little pet?” jester asks. “we have like… two hours before i fall asleep. is it enough for my cranky pet?”

“more than enough,” you grin and move before he can react, straddling his hips. “so…”

you raise your hand to tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear, but the jester, usually calm and indifferent, turn away, avoiding your touch. raising an eyebrow, you feel familiar irritation that bubbles once again. one minute ago, he was almost gentle and caring, but now he’s escaping you, really?

“what do you want to do?” the jester asks, sounding suspiciously.

“your hair is messy, dummy,” you say, rolling back your eyes. “but you act like i wanted to hit you”.

“like you could,” the jester smirks, but he relaxes after your short explanation. “i allow you to touch my hair, little pet, but don’t get carried away”.

“jerk,” you mutter under your breath, but who are you to deny his permission?

your cold, long fingers run through his hair, trying to make it look more appealing. if you had a comb, you would really do something more drastic, but the comb is far away, and you don’t want to get up. jester closes his eyes, relaxing completely, because your gentle touch smooth his nerves in the way he doesn’t want to admit out loud.

but as soon as you brush your fingers against his small horns by accident, jester flinches once again. he doesn’t say a damn word this time, letting you to test your luck and testing your attentiveness. as expected, you don’t feel anything.

little silly human.

what you don’t notice is how jester’s abs tense up from time to time. it’s hard for him to keep his composure right now, but he’s trying, for your own good.

what you don’t notice is how his breathing starts to quicken. no, sometimes he stops breathing altogether. again, so as not to lose control before it’s time.

and, of course, you don’t notice that this is the third time in the last minute he’s shifted, because the fabric of his clothes is starting to press uncomfortably against his groin.

“by the way,” you speak up as your fingers press against his horns. “do these things sensitive? or you don’t feel when i touch them… how the hell does it work?”

“silly, this is the part of my body as much as hands and legs,” jester chuckles. “but i’d like to say they’re more like my… dick”.

“how vulgar!” you laugh before you scratch one of his horns lightly. “does it mean you can cum because i touch it?”

“certainly,” he says confidently, and this arrogance makes you pause for a moment.

he opens his eyes, and once your gaze meet, you understand that he is not joking. there’s no trace of mischief, there’s no trace of teasing, he’s fucking serious, which is very strange – jester rarely allows himself to be serious. most of the time he treats you like a child who doesn’t know how the world works.

“what?” he says, grabbing your hips and pressing your body tighter against his. “can you feel that, silly human?”

you gulp, because, yeah, it’s kind of impossible not to feel his clothed dick pressed against your inner thighs. you swear he was fine just a minutes ago, he wasn’t aroused. moreover, he mentioned tiredness and fatigue due to his constant performances. he wasn’t even supposed to want you in this way, why did he suddenly change his mind and decided to be a fucking pervert?

“it is all because of you,” jester continues, slowly grinding you against his crotch. “see, little human… as i told you before, our horns are really, really sensitive. you shouldn’t touch them unless you’re ready to pay the price”.

“i shouldn’t have,” you correct him. “but i didn’t know! and you didn’t even give me a hint!”

“oh, i did,” jester answers, flashing you a devilish smirk. “you were too blind to notice. or, i assume, you simply wanted me to be aroused, didn’t you? ah, my needy, little pet…”

“stop calling me that and stop doing… this!” you complain.

your hips shift anyway, grinding harder against his leaking cock, and your fingers touch his horns again. they were really small, and it’s amusing how they can influence his behaviour that badly. because jester doesn’t lie to you, these things are really sensitive.

only now you see the way he shudders when your fingers grip him especially tight. it was obvious from the beginning, too bad you didn’t notice this earlier.

Jester had pissed you off. 

It was nothing new. As much as you adored your owner, the man was as infuriating as he was beautiful; though he’d been especially irritating as of late. And the worst part?

There was nothing you could do about it. 

“Um, Jester?” you asked meekly, looking up at him from your little dog bed by his desk. He didn’t even glance at you, just continuing to read his stupid little book. 

“Is there a reason you’re talking while I’m busy, my sweet?” he asked, his tone light and teasing. You clenched your jaw. Just ask. Just ask-

“Um, have I not been good lately?” you squeaked. As angry as you were, you couldn’t shake the innate fear you had of him, the overwhelming urge to be good. 

Jester just hummed, flipping the page. “You’ve been very good for me, puppy. You always are. Why?” he asked. You glared at him, feeling your eye twitch. 

You were always his good pet. You adored following his orders, letting him think for you, but recently, being good hasn’t gotten you anything. 

“You promised me a treat today…” you mumbled, looking down as you clenched your jaw. Jester spared a glance up at you over his book, thoroughly entertained by your pouting. 

“I did,” he agreed, before looking back down at his book. You growled softly, pushing yourself up to stand as you placed a hand on your hip. Jester just sighed, setting his book on the desk as he crossed his legs, giving you a bored look. 

“You haven’t let me cum yet this week,” you said, fighting the urge to squirm under his chilling gaze. 

“Don’t you want to sit back down for me, puppy?” he cooed out, though you knew it was more a demand than a suggestion. You shook your head, crossing your arms with a small huff. 

“I don’t,” you replied, your tone cautious yet firm. You knew you’d likely be punished, but you didn’t care right now. You were pent up, and Jester had been intentionally keeping his focus on other things, almost like he was waiting for you to break. “I want you to touch me,” you demanded. Jester scoffed out a laugh at your bold tone. 

“And you think this is the way to get that?” he asked. You wrinkled your nose in displeasure. 

“Being good didn’t get me what I wanted,” you retorted. You knew you were digging yourself a deeper and deeper hole, but you didn’t care. You were upset, and the closer you got to a full blown temper tantrum, the better you felt. 

“I was going to reward you after I finished this chapter, but you can say goodbye to that now,” he hummed, giving a dismissive wave of his hand as he picked up his book. “I suggest you stop while that’s your only punishment, pet.”

You groaned, storming up and pushing his book out of his hands. “No!” you whined. You weren’t exactly sure what your goal was anymore, but you’d do anything that kept his gaze on you. 

You let out a sharp whine as you felt him tug your leash hard enough to jerk your head forward, his face right in front of yours. You swallowed nervously as you caught sight of his narrowed gaze, his eyes glowing a hazy lavender in clear displeasure. 

“Last chance,” he whispered, making you pause for a moment to really reevaluate your life choices. Unfortunately, you were just embarrassed enough to stick to your guns. 

“Fuck you,” you scoffed, your eyes widening in fear before you could finish your sentence. 

Jester didn’t look surprised at your outburst. In fact, the only indication he gave that he even heard it was a slight chuckle. He placed a hand on your chest, pushing you back softly as he tilted his head, a warm grin on his masked face. “Puppy,” he started, “the trunk under the bed. Grab it for me?”

You felt a chill go down your spine at his deceptively sweet tone. You stood in front of him for a moment, face full of confusion at his reaction. You mulled over it for a moment, still deciding whether to keep being a brat or to obey. You waited for too long however, Jester’s gaze dropping before he let a hand come up to your face, squeezing your cheeks almost painfully hard, forcing your expression into a pout. 

“Grab it,” he hissed. You jumped, feeling him let you go as you skittered over to the bed. Kneeling down, you grabbed on to the trunk, pulling it out with a bit of effort. Bringing it to him, you waited patiently for instruction, like you usually did. Seeing his still irritated face though, you remembered, oh, right, I’m a brat right now. 

“Happy?” you asked, raising a brow at him. His irritated expression morphed into one of slight amusement as he looked you over. 

“Not at all. Come here,” he said, beckoning you over with two fingers. You trotted up to him, your conditioning and innate love for obeying him warring with the current brat attitude you were trying to keep up. You stood in front of him, wringing your hands out as you waited for him to speak. “Why are you being a brat, pet?” he asked, smoothing his hands along your waist, his touch sending shivers down your spine. 

“I didn’t get what I wanted being good, so I’m trying something else,” you said haughtily, your response making him laugh in a condescending manner. 

“And what is it that you want?” he asked. 

“Attention,” you pouted. 

Jester’s grip around your waist tightened as he tugged you closer, looking up at you through his eyelashes. You hissed in a breath. God, he was just so pretty. 

“Trust me, pet, you’ve got it,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. You put your hands over his, keeping his touch firm on your skin. “You know I expect obedience from you,” he said in a low tone. You nodded. “You’ve never given me trouble before. Have I really been neglecting you so, my sweet puppy?” he asked, his tone mocking in that sweet way he always did to coax you into your puppy headspace. 

Guilt began gnawing at you from the inside, months of conditioning causing your defiance to quickly crumble. He’s such a good owner. Why am I being a brat..?

“I-I just wanted your eyes on me,” you whimpered, giving into the haze clouding your mind. Jester smiled, humming softly. 

“There’s my good puppy,” he cooed. “I like my good puppy more than I do my bratty puppy,” he said, standing up. His touch left your waist, making you whine, though this time you bit your tongue. 

Jester knelt down, opening the trunk you were familiar with, though never allowed to touch outside of bringing it to him. It was where he kept all of his toys for you; ropes, gags, the occasional paddle when he was feeling especially sadistic. It was all organized neatly, so he could grab everything he needed without interrupting his playtime with you. He pulled out silk restraints, a gag with a dog bone shaped bit for you to bite on, a wand vibrator, a co-

“Is that a shock collar?” you squeaked, physically recoiling at the sight of it. Jester didn’t bother to glance back at you, despite how delicious your terrified expression would be. 

“Puppies don’t talk, dear,” he cooed, the amusement in his tone obvious. Fear gripped you from the inside as he set it with the rest of the toys he was planning on using, closing the trunk. When the fuck did he even buy that-?

“I-I’m sorry owner I’ll be good, I swear, I-I’ll never do it again. I promise! I-I-” the bratty attitude was fully gone by now, instead replaced with terror. You continued babbling out apologies as Jester led the strap of the gag behind your head, shutting you up mid sorry-! as he forced the bone shaped silicone in your mouth. Unable to talk, you shook your head, accidentally throwing his hand off as he tried to tighten it. 

“Listen,” Jester growled out, clearly at the end of his patience with you. “You wanted my attention, and instead of asking like a good puppy, you acted like a stray mutt. And this,” he seethed, unclipping the leather collar around your neck, making you cry out in despair, “is your punishment.” You felt Jester begin to tighten the shock collar around your neck, the metal prongs digging against the back side of your neck, far enough from anything major to not cause damage, but horrifying nonetheless. He attached your leash to the shock collar, giving it a tug as he grinned. 

You let out a pitiful sound against the gag, almost a yip as Jester roughly pulled at your clothes, stripping you bare before tugging the leash again, practically dragging you to the bed. His usually soft movements were replaced with hard, rough ones, frustration bleeding through his every action. 

“Bed,” he ordered shortly, helping you crawl into the bed so your shaky legs didn’t leave you sprawling on the floor. You settled against the pillows, watching him grab the purple silk ropes before grabbing your wrists, tying them together before looping the restraints around the top of the bed frame, keeping your arms up and out of the way. He set the remaining rope on his bedside table, grabbing the vibrator and plugging it in. 

“This is how this is going to work, little one,” Jester said, turning the vibrator on and grinning as it whirred to life, the ominous buzz making you shift in your place on the bed. “Every time you cum without permission, you’re going to get a little shock. Every time you back-talk, you’re going to get a shock. Any time you break the rules, you’ll feel it,” he said calmly, crawling to sit between your spread legs on the bed. You nodded, looking up at him with big doe eyes, hoping your pitiful expression would warrant some kind of mercy. 

You cried out feeling the harsh zap at your neck, recoiling from the pain that lingered. Jester let out a laugh, drinking in your distress. You quickly leaned towards him, face tilted up so he could remove the gag. He just grinned, tilting his head at you and your silent begging. 

“Hm? Oh, no, puppy, keep chewing on your bone for me,” he cooed, smoothing down your hair with his free hand. You tilted your head at him in confusion, your brain clouded with fear and arousal. Maybe he’ll take it off when I need to ask permission..?

Another sharp whine tore from your throat, this time in pleasure as he placed the vibrator at your exposed cunt, rocking it against your clit. It was on its lowest setting, but it was powerful enough to have you panting, hips arching towards the pleasure. Jester grinned. “Mm, feels good, doesn’t it? Is my sweet puppy feeling good?”

You nodded, eyes squeezing shut as you lost yourself in the pleasure. Feeling another jolt of electricity shoot through you, this time stronger than the last, your eyes popped open. Jester’s face was closer now, his eyes looking between yours in pure amusement. 

“You know you’re supposed to keep your eyes on me, pet,” he hummed out, his free hand cupping your face. As mean as he was being, he was still your owner, your safe space, so you couldn’t help the way you nuzzled into the warmth of his palm, the naive, trusting action making Jester’s heartbeat pick up. “Just keep those pretty eyes on me, darling. That’s all I need from you…”

The vibrator suddenly turned up, going to its medium setting. You fought the urge to let your eyes slip shut, tears of pleasure springing forth as your back arched, pressing you closer to the pleasure. Jester traced a thumb against your cheekbone as he studied you closely. 

You risked a glance down, just for a millisecond, only to see a small remote held in the same large hand as the vibrator, no doubt controlling the collar. At your lapse in attention, the vibrations suddenly went to the highest setting, making your eyes roll back for a moment. You whined against the gag in your mouth, trying to warn Jester of your impending orgasm, already feeling the pleasure pool in your tummy. 

“Hm? What is it, pup?” he asked, unable to hold back a small giggle as you fought behind the gag. 

“I coass-” you tried, failing to say I’m close. Jester just shook his head, kissing his teeth in mock disappointment. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand you, puppy! Maybe try asking again?” he cooed out, his hand moving to the clasp of the gag. Your eyes lit up for a split second, thinking he was going to remove it. Instead, you felt the gag tighten more, forcing your mouth into an awkward position that teetered on painful. “Go on, ask again!” 

“Aghhh-?” you whined as best you could, thighs twitching as you felt the pleasure at your cunt threaten to tip you over the edge. You squeezed your eyes shut tight, shaking your head pitifully, as if begging your body not to give in. That earned you another shock though, the pain radiating through you as you cried out, eyes shooting open as you gazed at Jester desperately. 

“What’s wrong, puppy? C’mon, tell owner what’s wrong,” he cooed out, his deceptively sweet voice putting your defenses down for a split second. You moaned pitifully as you came, eyes rolling back as your hips rocked as close to the vibrations as they could. 

A shriek tore from your throat, the shock collar activating once again during the height of your peak, lasting slightly longer than the previous shocks. The tears at your waterline spilled over, trailing down your face as the pleasure of the vibrator forced you to ride out your orgasm despite the lingering pain at your neck. 

“That’s for interrupting me while I was busy, mutt,” Jester growled out, keeping the wand against your cunt as you were quickly pushed over into overstimulation. You looked up at him, sniffling softly as you tried to run from the pleasure. Jester nodded mockingly. “I know, I know. It doesn't feel good anymore, does it?” He cooed. You shook your head, whining. He let you nuzzle into his palm once again, allowing you to ground yourself just a bit amidst the intense stimulation wracking your body. “Don’t worry puppy, I know you have a few more in you for me. Just keep feeling good.”

You shook your head softly, giving him a pleading look, drool dripping from the gag in your mouth. Jester let out a short sound, almost sounding like a moan if you didn’t know any better. “Mn, keep looking that pretty for me and I’ll punish you more often,” he sighed out, jaw clenched as he took in every second of your punishment with sadistic glee. 

He rolled the vibrator in circles around your clit, the friction mixed with the intense vibrations leaving you helpless as your second orgasm approached. You cried out in fear, already knowing what was going to happen. Still, you moaned against the gag, trying to warn him even if it was futile. 

“Are you alright? You seem distressed,” he asked, tilting his head in mock confusion. “Come on, you’re such a big, grown up puppy. Use your words!” he encouraged. You bit down on the silicone in your mouth, groaning as you desperately tried to stave off your orgasm. Jester just kept talking, clearly getting off on the power he held over you. “Yeah, such a grown up puppy, using words like fuck you to your very caring, very loving owner. Do you even know what those words mean, angel?” he asked. You whined, thighs shaking as you came, the pleasure immediately being chased by an electric volt. You shivered, the feeling wracking down your body as the pain and pleasure blended together, to the point where you weren’t sure where one ended and the other began. 

You didn’t get a second to catch your breath, the vibrations never once stopping. “Answer me, mutt. Do you know what those words mean?” you nodded, knowing this would only get worse if you lied. “And who taught my sweet puppy such foul words, huh?” You were barely registering his words at this point, instead panting hard as you tried to handle the pleasure. “You know, if it was up to me, the only words you’d know would be owner, thank you, and please. Maybe we can work on forgetting those other useless words next. Would you like that?” he asked. Your head lolled back, your body giving up the fight as you neared your neck orgasm. “Mm, I guess it doesn’t really matter. Your owner knows what's best, after all,” he hummed. 

You felt his teeth nip just above the collar, taking advantage of your exposed neck. He kissed down the length of your neck, mouthing at your collarbone before sucking a dark mark against it, the possessive action forcing you over the edge for the third time. 

Just like before, the collar around your neck activated, the pleasure assaulting your pussy warring against the pain from your neck. Jester chuckled into your neck as your body thrashed involuntarily, no longer able to keep up. He made sure to keep the wand firmly against you, making sure you were completely overstimulated. 

Luckily, he took mercy, making sure you rode through your orgasm before turning the wand off, stopping the relentless pleasure. He set the wand to the side before unlooping your arms from the bedpost, letting them rest in front of you. You went limp as he untied you, his hands already nudging you into a different position. You trusted your owner, and you knew he’d place you how he wanted you. 

After some positioning, you ended up with your face against the pillows, your ass in the air as your sopping cunt was left exposed. You felt Jester’s hands grip the meat of your hips, the tip of his cock already pressing into you. “Mm, what a good puppy, letting your owner use you even after being so mean,” he cooed, his voice a little shaky as your walls pulsed around him. Whether he was talking about you or him, you didn’t know, but you were too fucked out to really care. 

You didn’t have the strength to rock back into him, instead letting him use you like a doll, simply moaning and whining underneath him, limp and spent. Just like he wanted you. His cock pressed in as far as your body would let him before heat spread through your core, his tip dribbling in aphrodisiac that quickly allowed him entrance to your cervix. You cried out. No matter how many times the two of you had done this, it always felt like the first time, especially when he pulled out slowly before slamming back in, the pleasure short circuiting your mind even more than it already was. 

“That’s it, pet. I love it when you sing for me,” he hummed, fucking you harder than he usually did, no doubt due to his lingering irritation. Each thrust punched the air from your lungs, the ribbed edges of his cock bruising against your every sweet spot. You weakly writhed underneath him, hands gripping the sheets beneath you. 

Jester moaned softly behind you, using the leverage he had on your hips to rock you back against him. His cock pushed past the barrier of your cervix with every thrust, reaching the deepest parts of you. He owned you, inside and out, and the pleasure shooting through you reminded you of that fact. You could be a brat all you wanted, but at the end of the day you were his. 

“Mm, I’m close, puppy. Cum with me?” he cooed against your ear, nipping at the sensitive shell of it as he fucked into you faster, less coordinated, chasing his release. He let one hand trail from your hip to your dripping cunt, rubbing quick circles around your clit as he let his lithe form drape over you. You whined, nodding as you let yourself fall into the pleasure. 

As you came, you tensed, bracing for the impact of an electric shock, but it never came, the only sensation from your neck being the tug of the leash, pulling you flush against Jester as he came. He groaned, pushing his cock as deep as it would go, spilling into your cervix. He rocked his hips against yours, letting your pulsing walls milk him for every drop of cum they could. 

The two of you panted in the afterglow, the tension in the room leaving as Jester pulled out of you slowly. You felt his weight leave the bed, leaving you cold and empty, cum dripping from your hole. As the overwhelming sensations left you, you felt the guilt gnawing through you. I was mean to owner…

Tears spilled onto the pillow beneath you as you felt the bed dip again. Jester gently moved you to lay on your back, unclipping the shock collar before slipping your usual collar onto your neck. He gently swiped a tear away with his thumb, smiling down at you. “Why the tears, my sweet?” he asked softly, already moving to unclip the gag. 

You clenched and unclenched your jaw a few times before speaking, trying to ease the soreness. “I was a bad dog…” you whined sadly, sinking into the sheets beneath you as you avoided eye contact. 

Jester just nodded, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your thigh. “You were. But not anymore, right? You’re my good puppy again?” he asked. You whimpered, nodding. “Then I forgive you, sweetness. I’ve been neglecting you, and your silly, dumb puppy brain just wanted attention. Is that right?” 

“Yes, owner,” you whispered. “I-I didn’t mean it. I love you, I-” you started. He pressed a finger to your lips, shushing you. 

“I know you do, puppy. That’s why I’m the owner, and you’re the puppy. Next time, use those pretty lips to ask me, instead of being a brat. Ok?” he said. You whimpered, nodding. “Look at me, pup,” he ordered, his tone still soft. You obeyed, raising your gaze to meet his. 

“I’m not mad anymore. I know you’re my good puppy again,” he said. You felt your frantic nerves soothe the more he spoke, like embers dying in the rain. You grabbed his hand in a daze, holding it close to you. He just chuckled, letting the warmth of his palm soothe you. 

“You humans are so funny, you know? If only you were all like you are for me, pliant and obedient. That’s why you’re my favorite,” he hummed. Your eyes lit up. 

“Favorite?” you asked excitedly, despite your exhaustion. Jester nodded. 

“Yes, puppy. My favorite,” he assured. This was more affection than you were used to from him, and you almost couldn’t handle it. He sensed the growing energy buzzing in you. But he also knew you were worn out. “Calm down, you’re exhausted. C’mon, you need a bath,” he said, helping you up as he led you to the bathroom. Your head buzzed almost like a high, your previous despair forgotten at Jester’s simple words. 

His favorite.