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Fjord eyed the bag that Jester was holding. "What do you have in your hands there, Darlin'?"
"Oh," she said, with a devious smile. "Just something I got at the store. Nothing fancy."
Wrapping his arms around her from behind, Fjord attempted to hold Jester's breasts. However, she smacked his hands away before he could even feel the fabric of her dress.
"AHT! Don't touch my titty, you scoundrel! You know better than that." She pouted her lip out and furrowed her brow as she wagged her finger in front of his face; scolding him for even trying.
"Please, my mistress." Fjord switched his temperament almost immediately; his voice lowered to a near mutter and he lost all autonomy of his actions. He swore he did it as an act, but recently even he wasn't sure.
"Mm... Good boy. You know your place, you just had to be given little reminder, hmm?"
Fjord nodded. He brought his hands to his crotch, wanting to hide how excited he was becoming from being put in his lowly place.
This did not please Jester one bit.
"Put your hands to your sides." As he followed her command, Jester reached into the bag she was holding. She pulled a light pink diaper from it.
"Oh my gods, look at this pathetic cock just aching to be touched. Tsk, tsk." She ran a finger up the shape of his cock over his pants, and when she reached the top, she pulled his pants and underwear down.
"P-please, Jester. I've been good. I've kept the cage on all week. Please let me out. Please touch me."
Jester bit her lip "You know how hot I get when you beg. Ooo, it's so tempting to let you out!" Instead, she sat down on a velvet cushion and beckoned him over. "Come here, you dirty piece of filth~"
Just as Fjord began to walk over, Jester made him stop.
"Oh-ho-ho no. Hands and knees." She pointed to the floor between them.
"How embarrassing..." He muttered. But, he crawled over to Jester without hesitation. He felt more pressure in his cage as he watched Jester prepare the diaper by unfolding it.
Jester giggled. "Do you remember this? Do you remember your little friend?"
Fjord, having made his way to her, sat upright on his knees and nodded.
Jester ran a nail along his caged cock, reached the base and pushed a button to release it. While the cage wasn't difficult to get out of like most, it was the test of temptation that drove their attraction to the tool.
"Oh, how excellent! I was worried your little baby brain would be suffering from some sort of object permanence problem." Jester clapped, which made more of a looming thump sound as she was still holding the diaper with one hand.
"Jester, I don't know if-" Jester went to place a hand on Fjord's mouth, deciding the one with the diaper was the most appropriate.
"Tsktsk my little Fjordsie. Do you think you have any authority to be talking like that to me? Or to be talking to me at all?"
His cock twitched twice; once at the feeling of the cotton against his face, and the other at the smell of the baby powder Jester doused the diaper with. It was a little overdone; a large white splotch was left on his face.
He opened his mouth to answer, but before the first muffled sound could escape, Jester swapped the diaper for a light pink pacifier. "Oh? Oh? What was that? Sorry, I couldn't hear you through your pacifier." She let out a loud giggle and sighed. "Oh, you silly little baby. You have a pacifier in your mouth! How are you supposed to say anything?"
Fjord rolled his eyes, surprisingly not getting any recognition from Jester. Instead, she was more focused on making him lie down. He gave a little resistance, but Jester was quick to overpower him. "Awee, is my rough sea dog learning he likes being a soft sea puppy instead?"
She brought his pants down all the way to his ankles, and then completely off. She then raised his arms above his head and pulled his shirt off, her eyes getting wide with excitement as she looked at her completely exposed subject. "Wow! Get a look at all this cute baby fat! It's so soft and cushiony!"
She placed her entire face into his stomach, kneading all that her hand could hold. This tickled Fjord, and he began to laugh, opening his mouth and letting the pacifier drop. Jester's ear twitched as she heard the plastic hit the floor, sitting completely upright.
Uh oh. Thought Fjord, not daring to speak out loud again.
Jester, surprisingly calmly, simply reached over and picked up the pacifier. She wiped it on her shirt and tucked it between her tits, with the pacifier's nipple sticking out. And then she seemed to ignore it.
She went to Fjord's legs, lifted them up, and placed the diaper underneath. She lowered his legs on top and got up to get more baby powder, humming a soft tune the whole way.
Unfortunate for Fjord, he wanted that pacifier. He didn't mean to spit it out, it just happened!
Maybe, just maybe, if he asked nicely, he could get it back.
Jester returned with a larger-than-normal container and began applying it to all of his sensitive areas. He looked at the pacifier sitting between her breasts. Jester put the lid back on the container and taped the diaper shut. (There was a good cushion of powder between Fjord and the diaper after she decided she was done.) She met her eyes with him and smiled. "Is there something you want, my little baby?" She pressed her chest together, bringing the pacifier tauntingly close to falling.
Fjord shyly nodded. "Yes, Jester. Yes, there is."
Jester pouted a little. "Jester? Who- is there a Jester in here? All I see is a baby and his mommy." She tightened her face and spoke through her teeth, "MAY-be he should refer to his mo-mmy as his mo-mmy."
Fjord let out a low hum of thought. "Mm...may I have the pacifier back, please?"
Jester cupped her ear.
He sighed and looked away, blushing. "Mmay I have the pacifier back, please...mommy?"
Jester rolled her eyes and sighed loudly, breaking character. "Yes, yes, whatever. Fine. You can have the pacifier back." She looped her tail through the handle of the pacifier and shoved it back in his mouth. "Y'know, I was really hoping you would choose my tits over the pacifier today. But since you asked politely, I'll let it go."
Fjord's eyes widened.
Shit.
He hadn't thought to choose that option. He reached forward, grabbed Jester and pulled her (gently) to the ground with him. He then swiftly propped himself so his knees were on either side of her and ripped her button-down shirt open.
"H-hey! Wait a minute!" She shouted. Unfortunately, he was in too much of a focus to realise the damage he caused. (It was only a button, but still. Good, matching buttons are hard to come by.)
He marvelled for a moment at the bright red lacey bra that Jester had on before he unhooked the front clasp. He spat out the pacifier and brought her soft nipple to his mouth instead. His focus-furrowed brow released, and his entire body melted as he began to suckle. Jester placed a hand in his hair. "Awe, I guess I should have guessed you wanted me afterall when you went to touch my titty earlier, huh?"
Jester lightly tugged at his hair to pull Fjord up. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw that his normally strong, yellow eyes were completely submissive. With his bottom lip glued to her nipple, he let out a small, transfixed hum.
Jester pulled him by the tuft of hair she held in her palm. Lips to lips, she began to kiss Fjord. Her arm reached around him and held him tight. Fjord kissed back passionately. Jesters’ fangs met his lip time and time again. Each bite received a gratifying whimper.
Fjord brought his fingertips to the hem of Jester’s skirt, begging for permission to enter. She promptly brought his hand to her breast so that she could do it herself.
No, my sweet, sweet Fordsy. You haven’t earned that permission yet. She silently said.
Her panties matched the bright colour of her bra- minus the dark burgundy patch where her pussy was dripping.
Fjord moved his kisses to dust his partner’s neck gingerly. The difference in heights positioned them so his stiffened diaper was pressed against her opening. Being two layers apart was heartbreaking for Fjord; he wanted to be as close as possible, and that meant being inside. He pulled his diaper down and ground his cock against the last layer.
“Please, mommy, please let me have permission to enter you. I’ll do anything you want- anything at all.”
Jester didn’t know her husband’s voice could reach that high pitch of a whimper. Instead of responding with words, she flipped him onto his back.
Now seated on top of him, she danced her hips side to side. Fjord placed his hands on them and pulled her down, further pressing her soaking underwear onto him. Her tits rose and fell as she took deep breaths. She was ready to grant him his wish, she just wanted to put him into a bit more tortured turmoil before she did.
Fjord let her know she was doing a great job by throwing his head back and groaning, almost roaring.
“Ohohkay. Here we go, my little beastie~.” She pulled the middle of her panties to the side and slid onto Fjord.
She bit her lip the whole way down, holding her breath. She let out a heavy exhale once she reached his base. He filled every crevice of her pussy so well that she didn't think she could fit another centimetre in her if she tried.
She lifted up and down, starting at a quick pace. Fjord and Jester seemingly took turns moaning and panting with every thrust. Surprisingly, (or not), Fjord was the most vocal. Every grunt and whine nestled in Jester's ears beautifully.
*Hmpph~*
*hmpph!*
"Fuck.."
"Mommy, *gasp* faster mommy, please."
"Oh my sweet, *exhale* little *gasp* baby Fjord~"
"Fjord, I- *pant*
-I don't know if I can- *pant*
Oh, Gods, I'm so... so c-clo-o...ooosfUCK~!"
She threw her head back and screamed as she fell onto Fjord's cock one last time, wrapped around him one last time, as she released the built-up tension.
The sudden tightening around his member was the last sensation Fjord needed. He sat upright and buried his face in her tits and wrapped his arms around her as he came.
After some heavy panting, the two of them fell to their sides, still interwined.
Catching their breath, Jester turned to Fjord. “oOOo, Do you think you can make us some pancakes? I really want some pancakes.”
Fjord chuckled, pulled her close, and kissed her forehead. “Yes, dear, I can make pancakes.”
He slowly removed himself from his wife’s opening and stood up.
*Ahem.* Jester dramatically cleared her throat.“Uhm, I think you’re forgetting something.” Fjord looked back at her and saw her tail looped through a new diaper, lifted in his direction.
“I can’t have my baby walking around making pancakes with his ass and tiny little dick out. Hehe, tiny little baby dick. Like, seriously, I can’t overstate how tiny it is.” She lifted an arm over her face and pretended to be in agony. “I was barely brought to satisfaction by your teensy, pathetic little dick.”
This teasing made the ‘tiny little baby dick’ twitch. “ ‘s not that small.” He rebuked in a small voice.
Jester stood up, grabbed him by the cock and dragged him around while she searched for the chastity cage that was previously discarded.
“Take a look at this tiny cage. Your dick fits in this tiny mechanism. Ergo, it’s small; ergo, I win.”
Fjord was finished trying to argue. His mind was drained, and he was starting to get hungry for pancakes. “Nuh uh. No proof.”
There was no time to react; Jester clasped the cage around his cock again and, while she had him thoughtless, wrapped three sets of diapers around him.
“Bingo. Baby ass and dick covered.” She smiled. She pulled Fjord in for a kiss by the chin. “Now, go make me pancakes, baby.”