oh to get fucked by them almost immediately as they come through the door because you’re so comfy and pretty and you’ve clearly been having a relaxed day which is exactly how they like you
I just need everyone to shut up and realize Soap is getting you pregnant even without trying on the first load he gives you.
And sure he has hyperspermia and it doesn’t mean people who have it always have a high sperm count but god damn it, that Scottish man could get your pregnant anytime you want. And maybe you weren’t trying, but you’d finally let the man turn you into a little cumdumb instead of making him pull out. Groaning your name while his fat and girthy length is pulling your sopping wet walls apart everytime he rails into you, your hand going down his tattooed and slightly hair chest, clenching down on him hard when he hits the perfect spot, your uterus practically begging to get knocked up.
You feel every fucking ounce, ever glob that paints your walls white, till it’s leaking out, always groaning that it’s too much, too full. But you take all of you, going dizzy at how good it feels.
“Sorry hen, can’t help m’self.” Soap shudders but he only pulling you closer by your legs, calf’s thrown over his right shoulder, watching your weary body only succumb to the pleasure of it. The man just loves being inside your tight heat, dragging him further inside your warm walls.
He gives you a brutal thrust, hand palming your stomach where he can feel his pulsing tip, before kissing your knee, blue eyes glossed over, “Bet ye a wee babes already in there, aye Bon?”
Didn’t even take a fucking week for you to start feeling symptoms, a pregnancy test already positive before you’d even realize, you weren’t even ovulating.
He’ll tug your standing form into his legs, covering your face in embarrassment and shock. Johnny will kiss your stomach, “Knew it wouldn’t take long f’me t’meet ye baby, bloody mental. Don’t worry though, Da ‘nd mummy are ‘ere.”
My king steps away to his wardrobe, picking up the robe and slowly putting it back on. He ties the waist ever so slowly dragging out this moment for what feels like a lifetime. Im still on my knees in a deep bow at this point. Partly for respect and partly because I can't sit on my ass. As I sit there, i am acutely aware of the sticky tears on my cheeks and my loud breathing.
My king turns around his wide smile from earlier, replaced with his small polite one. My heart stops, what is happening ?
"Sweet Jester, get dressed and head back to your room"
I go to protest, but he gives me a look, and I wait for him to continue. "Bend back over"
I do as he says and position myself, hands behind my back. His hands gently rub my sore ass, then they leave for a second, and before I could turn my head, i feel something cold drop on my bottom. I jerk and hear my king tsk. I move back to position and lay limp. The lotion, I assume, is cold but soothing, and his hands gently rub soothing circles across my ass and sore pussy. I moan softly, burying my face in his soft blankets. They smell so full of him, warm and musky like woods and rain. Fuck, I could feel myself getting wetter as I breath in his glorious scent. After a few minutes in heaven and almost falling asleep, my king pulls back and rubs my back, signaling for me to stand.
He silently helps me dress, cleans my face and re does my hair into one braid. He is being so gentle and so very kind. This is why he only has my love and devotion, I would do anything for him. Please, I want to love you.
"Oh my sweet jester, what a cute little doll you are."
My heart burns so brightly, and my eyes feel like they are glowing with love. I want to get on my knees and worship him forever, please keep me. Before I could get lost in my thoughts, a large, strong hand roughly pinches my cheeks together. I squeak in suprise but hold still.
"If you ever spy on me, your King, again, you will face the consequences. And I will not be easy, you will be bleeding and crying until their is nothing left if you disobey me again"
Tears pool in my eyes, threatening to fall while I try to nod yes. He let's go, and I say "Yes Sir" while keeping my head low.
"Such a sweet girl, now be good and go to bed. I will send for you when I want to Sweet Jester"
The darkness ebbs and flows, reaching for me, threatening to drown me. But that darkness is warm and soft, fully claiming. Safety and danger mixing together in a thick syrupy liquid dripping into the depths of my soul.
I need safety wrapping me up and holding me close, shielding me from those who seek to only hurt. But not alone, safety alone can quickly turn to a cage of worry.
The ropes pull on my flesh as I struggle, your knife sharp and promising, gliding across my peaked nipples. Its been hours now since he took me. Gagging and binding my body.
"Such a pretty broken doll, are you gonna be good for me?"
Good? do i want to be good? I always want to be good, but for him? The slap comes out of nowhere, forcing my head to the side. It's sharp and so painful, my jaw aches.
"I asked you a question, didn't I? Are you gonna be good or do I need to break you?"
A tear falls from my eye and saliva gathers in my mouth, I nod my head fast, I don't want him to win but what other choice do I have. My core is dripping and has been this whole time, he has already won
"Such a good doll, so perfect. Im going to ruin you, I'm going to mark every inch of your skin until you are begging, until only my name falls from your lips, don't you wanna be soo good for me and take it?"
I nod my head more fiercely this time. I need to please him, I need the pain, I just need. And that need never goes away. He grasps my hair, pulling it back, taking the gag from my mouth, my lips falling open. I hear him chuckle and slips his finger into my mouth. I automatically start sucking. My mind is becoming quiet that blissful fog clouding my head and eyes.
A low chuckle escapes his lips " just a dumb little doll, fucking pathetic how much you need me. Im going to carve my name so deep that even your soul will be branded with my claim. Your tears are so fucking beautiful, I get so hard seeing you like this"
I moan when his fingers leave my lips, his hand slowly going down to my neck and holding it. Not choking but holding.
Im so entranced by his movements I don't even notice that he has the knife in his hands again. His other hand trails down to my bound wrist, pulling them by the rope. Pulling my arms over my head, I hear a jingle of metal. Finally, I pull my eyes away to look up. There is a metal hook above me, he pulls harder and I have to try and stand. He helps me up and then puts the rope of the hook. Im on my tiptoes at this point.
"There, now i can work. Your body is just begging for my marks"
My shoulders are screaming and I watch as he glides the knife to the middle of my chest, slowly going down to my thighs. He grips them and pulls them apart
"Oh fuck baby, you are just dripping for me, aren't you embarrassed how wet you are from a man who wants to break you? Don't you feel so pathetic? My stupid broken little dolly, you need this to be remade in my fire and darkness"
I listen to his words, knowing I my soul he is right. I need to be remade for him, to be perfect for him. While im thinking I feel his tongue against my puffy, swollen, neglected clit. I buck, and my hands pull harder, I let out a low whine. Almost cumming immediately. There is a sharp pain in my thigh, causing an unexpected scream to escape. Between his tongue and the knife, I can't think. My mind turned floaty and soft, and the pain and pleasure bringing me closer to my orgasm, im fully crying now, tears and snot coming out.
"You are doing so good, just a little longer, dont you want to please me?"
I whine louder but keep grinding against his mouth
"Now fucking cum and let me taste how fucking good I make you feel'
My body seized, and my breathing stopped while his finger inserted inside me and the last glide of the knife across my skin. I scream out, every sensation to much, my release squirts out all over his face. I feel his moan vibrating across my pussy causing me to start wriggle away.
When he pulls away, I look down to my thigh and see thin, bloody cuts spelling out his name.
"My doll, my possessions, my blood, my pussy, everything you are is mine and you are never getting away.
I slide to my knees for you, and my body begs to do more. Instincts want my hands behind my back and head tipped up, waiting for your instructions. I want to be good for you, to please you, to be utterly yours inside and out. My body begs and weeps for your marks. You are the artist and me a blank canvas.
But that's a lie,not a blank canvas. Blank would mean unmarred, scar free, and pristine, I am none of those. Instead, your marks will cover and overpower any scar, any pain from the past. I want your name carved into me, claiming what i am freely giving. Because I am yours in all ways, my blood, my pain, my love, my gratitude, my soul, heart, and mind is yours.
I dream of you painting me in dark purple marks and bites covering every inch of me. To take and fill me like the animals we are. When darkness flows into my mind, trying to pull me in, bring me back with rope and feathers. To hold me still and set me free.
warning: lactation, breeding, blowjob, lots of mentions of milk, pregnancy
Silly watched you from afar, his yellow eyes following every move you made. Lately, he had been hiding himself away from you, and you weren’t sure why.
There was no explanation behind his strange behavior. One day he was clingy as usual, and the next he was avoiding you all together. Have you done something wrong?
As you rode the carousel, finishing off your melting ice cream cone, Silly let out a shaky sigh. The white cream dripped down your chin and onto your cleavage. Despite trying his best to hold back, Silly felt himself growing hard.
You didn’t do anything wrong, the problem lies with Silly himself.
The clown was an eldritch creature, inhuman and immortal. Despite all of this, his body still had needs and every month, he felt the desire to completely use and ruin you.
Silly loved you more than you could ever imagine, so it was difficult to accept his dark thoughts. You were the light of his life, why did he want to fuck you until you cried?
Eldritch beings like Silly needed to mate, their job was to spread their seed and create new life. Because of this, it was hard to hold back his strength and potentially mind alternating appearance when around you.
His form shifted as he stroked his aching cock, watching the way your skirt swayed when you walked. This was what he’d have to do for now…
Even being near you was hard at this point. Your scent drove him absolutely insane, how was he supposed to watch over and protect you if he was the one you should be afraid of!?
He caught sight of your panties as you bent over to pick up some litter. Silly almost felt like you were teasing him, bending over like that and making his cock twitch with need.
Precum leaked from his tip, his cock beginning to shift from a normal one to an inhuman tentacle like appendage. Oh, how it wanted to explore your insides like it always did, making you gasp when it wriggled against your g-spot…
His cock had a mind of its own, after all, and it was seeking a mate. You were his beloved, the one he chose to carry his seed… wasn’t it okay to step forward and get closer? Just… a little closer…
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The amusement park on the mountain had once been the most popular attraction in your town. Everyone visited for whatever special occasion they could, spending tons of money on merchandise and tickets.
What made it so appealing to the public? Everyone’s answer was always…
Silly the Clown!
He was taller than any person you’d ever meet, always nicely dressed and wearing close make up. When he walked through the park, everyone would stop what they were doing to line up and watch his act.
Not only was he hilarious, he was also quite handsome, according to the men and women that traveled to see him.
He was shrouded in mystery. No one ever saw him without his makeup on around town or even leave the park. People would wait in hiding, trying to catch a glimpse of Silly’s real appearance.
But one day, the amusement park shut down. Rumors spread quickly through the small town, some saying there were loans gone wrong or even murder.
No one really knew why their beloved amusement park was no more, and Silly was never seen again.
That was… until you showed up.
You had been a huge fan of the amusement park as a kid, but never got to attend until your 18th birthday. Now, all these years later, you were back on your 25th, planning to celebrate by doing some urban exploring and maybe take home a souvenir.
The park wasn’t as run down as you had first expected. Although none of the rides seemed to be in order, they looked to be maintained. None of the grass was overgrown, the walls were free of graffiti, and the ground was clean, no litter or dead leaves.
It was as if the park was simply closed for the day, not abandoned completely.
As you wandered the grounds, you kept turning to see if someone was behind you. You felt eyes on you the entire time, making you think perhaps there were cameras or security guards still on the premises to prevent vandalism and theft.
What you didn’t know was that you were being followed and carefully monitored. Every step you took was being tracked, every little thing you did was observed by the pair of eyes watching you,
Though… for a moment the observer’s gaze moved over your body, lingering on… certain parts. It had been so long since someone had come to visit, and even longer since it had even thought about its… urges.
And you were such a pretty thing.
It was getting dark, meaning you should get back to your car soon… but as the sun went down, you nearly fell over in fright when the amusement park sparked to life.
Lights lit up, rides began to move, and you could smell popcorn and hotdogs being cooked near the food stalls.
“I’ve gotta be hallucinating…”
“You’re not.”
You froze in your tracks, the hair on the back of your end standing up straight. That voice…
“S-Silly?”
He appeared in front of you, a red painted smile spreading across his face. “Silly the clown, that’s me! You’re back!”
It took you nearly an entire minute to process that the man in front of you was really Silly the clown, someone that hadn’t been seen in years!
“W… what do you mean?”
His fingertips traced down your side, stopping at your hip. “I know the face of everyone who’s entered this park. And now you’re back…”
His thumb rubbed against your hip, playing with the fabric of your bottoms. “Why don’t you enjoy the park for a bit? I turned everything on just for you…”
And you did, hesitantly going up to the first ride.
He watched you go, his pants tightening. God, how long had it been since he’d felt the warmth of a woman?
Silly was cursed. He couldn’t leave the park, his very soul was tied to it. It stayed the same as it did the day it was abandoned, and he waited for someone to come back.
Why had people stopped coming? Not even the newspaper was allowed to print what happened.
A kid went missing near the park, and Silly had seen what happened. Someone impersonated him, luring the child away. He couldn’t do a single thing, not able to break character and leave to save the child.
It made Silly depressed, and he stopped allowing people to visit. Silly and the park were one being, if he was depressed, it would deteriorate.
But when he saw your car pull up, the rusted gates and old buildings became brand new, almost as if the park was perking up to impress you.
After going on several rides without waiting in lines and feasting on corn dogs, funnel cake, and lemonade, you let out a happy sigh.
“Having fun?”
You jumped slightly, relaxing when Silly came into view.
“Yeah… it’s been a long time since I’ve been to an amusement park. It’s been nice.”
He watched you, his eyes focusing on your soft tummy and fat tits. Never before had he taken such interest in a female.
He didn’t know much about what he was or how he came into existence, much less the nature of his urges, but he did know that he had needs…
And you did too.
Silly was attractive in a strange way. It was hard to describe his features, but something about him made you… horny. Maybe it was how tall he was, maybe it was the way he talked…
Before you knew it, you were being led away by the hand. You didn’t complain or try to escape his grip, in fact you were both curious and aroused. Where was he leading you?
Was it bad that being all alone with that clown in an abandoned park, having no idea where he was taking you made you horny?
Silly was struggling to keep himself together.
You were pulled into a tent, something slippery and slimy slipping between your legs as you were bent over. All you had to hold on to was a tent pole as silly grabbed your fat hips.
“God…” he murmured, his tentacle like cock slithering past your panties and rubbing against your glistening clit. “Need this…”
Without much warning he pushed in, groaning at how tight you were. It felt so strange, feeling him wriggle and writhe inside of your cunt.
The second he felt you clench around him he groaned, his body leaning into yours as he nibbled at your ear.
“So wet… pretty little thing, don’t you wanna just stay here forever? I’ll let you have the best day forever if I get to fuck into this pussy at the end of every night…”
His clown makeup dripped onto your shoulder, making you look back. Your vision was already a bit blurry from the pleasured tears falling from your eyes, but you swore you saw a strange creature behind you…
He forced you to look away, cooing softly. “Shh, don’t look, princess… I don’t want my pretty little thing going insane.”
His cum spurted inside of you, and you felt uncomfortable stretch when his cock began to go crazy, wiggling and squirming as if trying to burrow inside of you as deep as it could.
A soft growl left his throat as he settled down from his high, his thumb rubbing circles on your hip.
“Good girl… let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?”
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The time of the performance is coming, all the other performers have gathered, and im in my dressing room. I put the last of my makeup on and slowly put on my new costume. I made it over a few weeks from a few different pinks and blues fabric. As I put it on, I can't help but think of my King. If I do a good job, will I be rewarded? What would be my reward? Is he thinking of me now? Will he make me wait again?
My thoughts are running crazy and my nerves are frazzled. Excitement, anticipation, and fear of failing him, it just make me drip. Im about to start grinding against my chair when a knock comes to the door. It's time!! I will be perfect!!
For the next 3 hours me and the other performers put on one of our best shows, and in a short time period to get ready, im actually impressed. One of our best acts was our acrobat routine mixed with juggling. We thought about knife juggling but everything happened so fast just didn't have time for that. When the audience has finally left and we are dismissed I wait for my King to call for me. During the show he was on his throne with that small smile no matter what I did, say or sing did it change. I dont know what to make of it he leaves me so confused and wanting. Can't he see how much I love him? How much I want him? How much I need him?! Doesn't my King know I belong to him and only him.....and he belongs to me. I'm the only one that can please him, oh ill be so so good for him. I worship him as the god he is. Tears are streaming down my face and my pussy is weeping too. I grind down trying to find friction. Anything to help this pain, this need.
Its late, he hasn't called for me. Im so needy and nothing I do relieves that pressure, I need him. I head out of my room, the halls are dark and bare. The king should the in his room, sleeping or doing work. What would it hurt to watch my beloved? In the hall by his room but not to close where the guards see, is a balcony. I go out on it and make my way up on the roof. As a jester, acrobatic skills are a must and always useful in a pinch. I make my way to where his balcony is. I look inside the windows just to get a peak, the fireplace is lit but he isnt there. Through another cracked door a see light. Ill have to go in, its the only way. I open up the balcony door slowly and sneak in, I make my way to the door and peak inside. Oh my heaven! I must have tooken a fall on that roof and died. Because my King is right there, soaking in a bath. My panties are ruined by now and I can't even think. He is fully and gloriously naked, I mean I can only see from the top of his chest up but what else would you wear in a bath. I try to stay quiet as I can, when he moves adjusting himself. After a few moments I see his head lean back and he takes a deep breath. As I watch I start hearing sloshing of water. Fuck, oh god is he?.... a low groan echoes in the bathroom and I my knees are instantly weak, my pussy spasming around nothing. I slide to the ground trying to stay quiet. His breaths are coming faster and I just cant stop myself from sticking my hands down my panties and rubbing quick circles against my clit. Im so wet. Oh gosh. His breathing catches and a loud groan comes out of those perfect lips as he cums. I bite my hand so hard while I cum with him, eyes rolling in the back of my head. Oh my King how so perfect you are. He starts to get up and I remember where I am. The Kings bedroom where he is taking a bath and supposed to be alone. Oh fuck I gotta hide. I remove my fingers and slowly but as fast as I can look around for a place to hide. His footsteps sounds like they are coming out of the tub. I see a chest at the foot of his bed. There are blankets in there but still plenty of room for me. I slip in and put a little piece of wood to crack the lid a bit open.
The king opens up the bathroom door and makes his way to the wardrobe. I can't breath, he is completely naked. His body has been sculpted by the fucking gods. Strong but not showy, strong as in built his whole life from labour. I wonder how a privileged king did that. He grabs his robe and puts it on. As I think he is about to slip into bed or maybe his chair by the fire he stops in his tracks. "Sweet little jester stop playing your silly games and come out"
I stop breathing, my heart drops to my stomach. Oh god, how did he know??
"Do not make me repeat myself" my king says. I scramble out of my hiding spot, already on my knees. "Im so sorry my king, I didn't mean to. I just wanted-" i start to beg. "Wanted what sweet jester, to come spy, to be a dirty little doll getting off to things she should never see, has no right to see"
I cower lower on my knees, tears gathering in my eyes, threatening to spill over. "Eyes up sweet jester" I pull my head up to look at my king, I'm not in my usual outfit, I still have my makeup on, to distraught to think about taking it off. I am in my blue robe and matching blue nightgown and French braids. I usually put them up for my jester duties. I look at him tears streaming down my face. "What do you have to say" my king says while looking down at me. From here he looks so large and powerful, I feel speechless. Im not even sure what to say. He grabs my chin roughly "now, and i want honesty" I don't even know what I'm saying words just falling from my lips "please I just wanted to please you, I miss you, I want to be good for you" I taste the tears falling in my mouth. A low laugh escapes his mouth "oh what a sweet little doll, a stupid little toy for me huh, aren't you?" I nod my head fast, he grabs my hair pulling my head back. "You risk death, you risk imprisonment, you risk punishment just to make me happy?" His condescending tone should break my heart but the sting doesn't go there but so much lower. I whimper and bite my lip not knowing if he wants a answer or not.
"Up on your feet and strip" he steps away from me, the loss of contact pulling another whimper from my throat. I hear him laugh but I know he is waiting for me to follow his instructions. I pull off my robe, and go for my straps, once I start pulling them down I look back up to my King. His gaze is dark and strict, different from my soft smile king. Liquid rushes from me, soaking my panties. I push down the nightgown and take off my panties. I look down waiting for more instruction, im shaking but im not sure if im more scared or excited. But he is my King of course I'm excited. I look back up at him after a couple of seconds of silence, he is watching me. Eyes raking over every part of my figure. "Bend down over the bed, ass all the way up, head all the way down"
I get in the position he wants, I feel exposed, the air on my pussy makes me squeeze my legs together. Im soaking and im pretty sure he can tell. "Hands behind your back, you are going to count after every hit, you miss one, we start again." I wanted to ask what he meant but then a stinging sensation spreads across my ass. I gasp and lurch away, he grabs my wrists and pulls me back. "Oh my sweet doll, I thought you said you wanted to please me, so take your punishment and ve a good girl for me" he says in my ear. Making goosebumps spread across my arms. I nod and finally get out "1". When the second slap comes I'm more prepared. It still hurts but warmth is also there "2" . We are about to 8 and I have tears streaming down my face. "Do you know why you are being punished?" He asks. I turn my head to the side and take a deep breath trying to answer " I spied on you" I say quietly. His hands are massaging my sore ass slowly, letting his fingers slide across my pussy. I moan from the contact, pleasure and pain mixing. I swear just a little more pressure and I could cum. He hear him laugh, more laughs this whole time then one of my performances. "Yes, my sweet Jester you spied on me and what did you see?" I cry out "nothing" not wanting to confess and make him angry that I saw him jerk off. He grabs my hair and roughly pulls me up to look at him "it is not nice to lie, one more time and I only want to hear the truth". I bite my lip and try to hold back until another sharp sting hits my ass. I gasp and scream "I saw you touch yourself, cum"
He let's me go and I fall back to the edge of the bed, slipping on to my knees. My ass hits the floors, and a sharp jolt of pain has me crying out and leaning on the bed. " fuckk, my little jester looks the very best crying and red, don't you think?" I nod my head yes and stay where I am, I feel his hand come to the top of my head, holding me but not painfully, almost gentle. "You did so good for me my little doll, wanna keep being good?" I nod my head yes again barely able to form a sentence but still fully aware of what's happening. I go to look at him, he is fully naked. His tip is a angry red and leaking, its shocking to see what this does to him. I let out a strangled whimper, almost fully bowing down at his knees. I have been soaked this whole time, my thighs slippery, its very noticeable. "Fuck, you're just a desperate little whore, so ready to please your King. Just need to teach you some lessons is all. You'll be a good sweet jester for me." He walks to me and i turn around, his arms wrap around my waist pulling me up on my feet. He turns me around and palms my ass gently, bending me all the way down again. "I think someone needs a little treat for taking her punishment so good, don't you doll?"
My moan is so loud, is almost animalistic when I feel his tongue against my pussy. Oh fuck I didn't even notice he was down there. It isn't two seconds later when his fingers touch my clit sending me off. I scream through my orgasm, stronger than anything I've ever felt. My king keeps rubbing until im trying to get away from the overstimulating pleasure.
"Stupid little doll thought she could handle her King, so desperate didn't even know what was good for you"
His mocking words should hurt but he is right, and i still want more. I turn around and fall to my knees, begging him "please my King use me". Thats when I finally see his smile, not the small polite one, not the mocking one, but the dark, wide smile, that tells me I said something he has been waiting to hear.
In this kingdom, i dream of so fondly comes a new day filled with brightness. Because today is a new day for the King's Jester. I jump to my feet, straight to wash up. I must be ready for my king. that's all that matters. I pleased him, ohhhh, im in heaven. I put on my makeup slowly, making sure every line and color is just perfect. Next, my outfit, right now, it's the royal courts costume, but I should be done with mine soon, ready to be unleashed upon the world! Can't you just taste the colors on your tongue? It explodes in light. My king! My king! My king!
After im ready I start to the breakfast hall, jingling all the way. Everybody turns my way when they hear me coming, oh how I love a grand entrance! The doors open up, but little do they know I went through the servants door. As everyone is turned i appear at the head of the table, jumping up on a stool next to the head chair (I could never step on my kings seat) all my bells ring out causing people to gasp and turn
"Hear my words all who will, our king approaches, what a thrill!
Cheap rhymes and loud chimes are my game but the laughter i hear, is my name!
I jump and laugh and run a muck, while our dutiful King provides you duck!
Now let out his praises and your thanks while he feast upon our opposing flanks"
I pull out my trumpet and blow my kings entry song,he comes in as beautiful as ever. And angel sent from the heavens itself. Everyone stands as he sits "please sit and begin"
I sit in my spot until I am needed, usually after they eat breakfast while they talk and the king gets updated on today's schedule. I wonder if anyone can tell how nervous I am, I've only performed a handful of times and yesterday exceeded all expectations. I've been soaked all day thinking of it. How he shoved himself down my throat over and over again, until I was spitting and gagging around his cock. The way he grunted and fisted my hair, while spilling down my throat. After he was satisfied, he had me perform for him like nothing happened. I know my makeup was ruined and my costume was soaked in arousal and sweat but I still tried my very best to make him laugh but still only a smile. But I bounced around that ballroom until he was tired. Today I must do better! I need to do better!
After everyone ate before I was to perform the king stood up, everyone turns to look at him. "Today is a start of a new day and we all have jobs to do, this afternoon I have a performance planned, until then good day"
Everyone looks confused for a second before excusing themselves, only the king is left. I look to the king waiting for his command, a smile wide on my face while I balance on one leg. "Go jester, make your preparations and be read for this afternoon" my king said, I go to protest to tell him I can still perform now and later but he looks up and I still. "Go"
My heart drops but I plaster my smile and cartwheel out of the room. As soon as the doors close I run to my room. This won't change anything, I will please my king and be perfect this afternoon. As I sit on my bed I cant help but to think of the shame and humiliation of how my king treated me, like nothing happened, but I close my eyes and remember last night. He said my sweet jester like something precious. He fucked my mouth like he couldn't get deep enough. He moaned and used me, his sweet jester. I gasp as my fingers meet my core, rubbing faster and faster the more I remember until me and my king are exploding together, messy and loud. His taste was magnificent and I want so much more.
This afternoon I will be perfect. And my king will love me.
I have this dream I like to dream sometimes, of a far off kingdom and my husband is king. Once upon a time I dreamed of being able to serve the king, to make him happy and put that perfect smile on his face. But who was I but a lowly servant girl, then came a day where a chance to be the royal jester comes up. A jester wouldn't that be so perfect, to perform for my one and only king.
So I put on my makeup and my costume piece by piece, I can feel myself get so excited and wet by each moment passing.
I jingle across the floor, dancing on my tip toes to the throne, laughing and spinning so excited to see my king. "Perform For Me" three simple words that make my heart soar. So all night I dance and i jingle and tell jokes and juggle, whatever I can think of but only a small smile graces my kings lips. Im exhausted but restless thinking of every way to make my king happy or laugh. By the late hours of the night im crying makeup running down my face begging my king what can do to please you ???
"My sweet jester you do please me, now hush that loud little mouth" my king grabs my jaw and opens my lips, slipping his cock inside my mouth. I didn't even notice him getting it out, my mind is exhausted and im so confused but I just want to please him so I let him do what he wants. Using my mouth and throat as he pleases. Mmmmm nothing but pleasing him I can't think of anything else. All my bells are going crazy and at this point im dripping.
"Now sweet jester do what you do best and bounce around" my king pulls out and sits on his throne. And all night I do what I do best, perform for my king.
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