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She’d been watching. She could see now. He wouldn’t want her to, but she could. Just how beaten down he was getting. She waited, picking up slack here and there throughout the day, until the Jester was alone in his tent. She slunk in hesitantly, her heart hammering. She was bold, confident. Except when it came to him. He always left her on uneven footing. Not tonight. Tonight she would give him a gift. Their leader, their protector. He deserved more than he took, more than he realised. She slid closer quietly. He was reading his book. “This is a rather pathetic attempt at assasination.” He didn’t even look up as he turned the page. She looked like she had sucked on a lemon for a second, before schooling her features into her more relaxed, confident self. “And that’s a joke in poor taste even for you.” She shot back. “Hmm, Is there something you needed, pet.” There it was, a demand disguised as a question. She clasped her hands behind her back, and rocked back and forth on her heels. “It’s my birthday today.” That made him pause for a moment. “Oh? Then why aren’t you out celebrating with Pierrot, or Harlequin. I’m sure they’d love to be showering you with attention right now.” She swallowed. “Because they can’t give me what I want.” She answered, slowly, deliberately. He finally placed the book aside and looked at her. “Oh, what could you be so greedy for that the two lovebirds couldn’t provide you, little human?” She took in a breath. “Can I brush your hair?” It seemed her request had taken him off guard. “Just for little?”
He was looking at her like he was trying to dissect her, she only smiled pleasantly, pretending she didn’t notice. “That…is really what you want?” She nodded, “If you wouldn’t mind.” He sighed and picked his book back up, flipping to the page he had last been on. “If that is what will make you happy I suppose. I don’t want to hear you bothering anyone about anything else then.” She nodded happily. Jester gestured to a drawer and she went over to it, pulling out a small but ornate wooden comb. She walked back over to where Jester was and hesitantly stood behind him. “I’m going to start now.” She warned softly, taking the small humming noise he made as approval.
She gently picked up some of his purple tresses and ran the comb through them delicately. Her movements were slow, hesitant at first, watching for the circus leader to suddenly change his mind, but eventually she grew more confident. Steady. But still ever so gently. She marveled at how soft his hair was as she let it slide across her palm while she combed it. Softer than the finest of silks, and the beautiful way the color caught the light sometimes that reminded her of sunset. At one point, she brought the end of one of the sections she had been combing to her lips and kissed it affectionately. “What exactly do you think you're doing?” She didn’t answer right away, instead putting the comb aside, and starting to run her fingers through his hair, letting nervous hands braid a couple pieces loosely.
She took a deep breath, “I…can see it you know.” She concentrated on what her hands were doing. “You’re so smart, so strong. Their leader. Their protector. Their God. Always shining your light upon them, but…” Her fingers paused. “You’re not a god, much as you pretend otherwise, and…you’re burning out.” She wasn’t dead. That was a good sign, yes? “Think you know me so well, little thing?” There was a subtle threat in his voice. She had come too far to back down now. “Maybe not. You wear your mask well.” Her fingers lightly danced across his shoulders, skimming the edge of his mask and she moved to kneel next to him, looking up at him in his chair. “But I know the signs of burnout when I see them, and I think it’s heartbreaking that you won't allow yourself time. That you think you don’t need rest, comfort, don’t need to be seen.” She slid herself more towards the front of the chair, still kneeling. “You’re beautiful. Not just physically, and in ways I don’t think you realise.” She gently reached to take a clawed hand, very aware of the fact that it could wrap around her throat, or tear through her chest at any moment. Yet despite that, she held it like it was the most precious gemstone in the world. Like he was made of glass that would shatter at the slightest pressure in the wrong place. She brushed her lips against knuckles, her gaze flicking up to meet his amethyst one. “Let me serve you Jester. Let me see you.” She pressed her forehead against his knuckles, still cradling his hand lightly in two of hers. “Let me show the world, love isn't only made of hunger, and claws, and teeth.” She waited with baited breath for his response.
He didn’t say anything, but he wasn’t pushing her away either. She peeked up, he was looking down at her, expression unreadable. She took a steadying breath, then moved slowly, giving him a chance to stop her motions at any point. She stood, never letting go of his hand, giving it a gentle tug to get him to stand up. She led him over to his bed and gently pushed him down. She slowly removed his Jester’s hat, running her fingers through his hair, only letting her fingers slightly ghost around his horns. She was careful to avoid the fastening to keep the mask in place. She still hadn’t seen him without it on, but she wouldn’t push. Whenever he was ready, if he ever was.
She left a kiss at the top of the mask, two butterfly kisses just under his eyes, and finally met his lips. Calloused, but still soft hands, removed the top portion of the purple clowns jester costume, fingers lightly skimming over thick skin. She pulled back just a bit, and started kissing down his jaw, over his neck and throat. She bit when she reached the junction between his shoulder and neck. Her human teeth wouldn’t have the same impact his did, but she hoped he enjoyed it all the same. She thought he might’ve by the quick inhale he took. At the same time he put a restraining hand on her hip. She felt the threat of claws. She brought her hands up to caress around his mask again, “It’s ok. It’s ok. Trust me?” She asked softly. She continued the kisses and she moved down his body, stopping at every scar or marking. She continued this until she was kneeling before him again.
She undid his pants to free his member, only half-hard for now. Her gaze flicked up to his, making sure to keep it as she leaned forward and left a kiss on the appendage, before slowly licking it from base to tip. Then slowly, torturously took him into her mouth, and started sucking. She made sure to keep eye contact the best she could the entire time she bobbed her head up and down on his dick, using a skilled tongue to massage the appendage taking up residence in her mouth, going from tip to case repeatedly. She hummed low in her throat as she felt him put a clawed hand on her head to pull her back. It was hard not to smirk when she heard the soft curse from him. Gods, this was doing something to her as well. She could feel wet heat pooled low. It was almost torture not to touch herself, but this wasn’t about her, it was about him. She slowly pulled her mouth from his cock, giving the sensitive tip one last lick to clear some of the pre-cum that had gathered there.
She slowly ran nails down his still clothed legs, all the way down to his boots, tugging them off before standing. She stripped her own clothes off, before stepping forward confidently, giving a very gentle push to his shoulder so he’d lay down. Her eyes softened as hr actually fell back, even though he was still watching her cautiously. She slid his pants off the rest of the way before climbing on top of him. She rubbed herself against him briefly, letting him feel how, wet, how hot she was. She left kisses along his jaw again. Leaning into whisper, “You feel that? That’s what you do to me Jester. Every time you let me serve you, every time I look at you. You are beautiful, meu raio de luar.” She paused as she felt him cup her face for a moment to study her. “You…” She smiled, almost shyly. “I asked Ticket Taker and Pierrot for some lessons. Still rusty I’m afraid, but it’s getting there.” With that she sat up and lined herself up with his member. She slid down slowly, making sure that he was feeling every inch as she took him inside her.
It was legitimate work not to arch her back, and to bite back a moan, when he was finally seated balls deep inside of her. She very gently skimmed her fingers up his ribs, over to his arms and grabbed his hands gently. “I may be up here, but you're still the one in control. Still the one with the power.” She brought his hands to sit on her hips lightly. “We can stop whenever you want.” Her gaze softened, as she brushed some of his hair away from his mask. Then, she started moving, taking it slow at first, grinding her hips against his, before starting to ride him, bracing her hands against his stomach for leverage. She still kept watch on him, noting his reaction, what made him pulse deep inside of her, and she adjusted accordingly. She could tell when he was getting close as he dug his claws into her hips to help her move faster and harder. She was definitely not going to complain about that.
Her moans and whimpers joined his as she rode him till the end, feeling him pulse inside, once, twice, before releasing himself, and he helped her slam her hips down against him one last time. They were both panting, though he wasn’t as much as she was as she fell over onto his chest, trying to regain herself. Damn monsters and their inhuman stamina. She kissed him again, slowly lifting herself off of him and getting off the bed. “I’m going to go get cleaned up, but I’ll be back Jest-” She was stopped by arms wrapping around her as she turned her back toward him. “Where do you think you’re going, little mouse? You haven’t had an orgasm yet have you?” Her breath hitched her eyelids fluttered as she felt teeth scrape against the nape of her neck, her hands coming up to rest on his restraining arms. “Tonight was about you, not me.” She tried to remind him softly, but gods did he make it hard to concentrate, especially when his hand slipped between her legs to rub the swollen pearl there. Her legs almost buckled and she bucked into his hand. “Jes-” “How selfish do you believe me to be, I wonder that you think I would be fully satisfied if you weren’t, pet.”
Before she could really process, she found herself tossed onto the bed. He was already crawling on top of her, hooking one of her legs against one of his arms to spread her open as he rubbed against her. His other hands came up to his mask. “Prepare yourself, little mouse. When I’m done with you, you wont be able to walk in the morning.” Her eyes widened as he actually slipped his mask off a bit, pressing his lips against hers, and sliding his tongue into mouth at the same time he slid his cock back into her heat. Her hands tangled in hs hair to pull him closer, eyes fluttering shut with the sensations he was giving her. It was going to be a long pleasure filled night.