Lilianna hurried through the colonnade to her quarters, the marble cool beneath her slippered feet as the garden's jasmine scent faded into the warmer hush of velvet drapes and flickering candlelight. The ache between her thighs refused to fade, her pussy still swollen and slick, every step sending a fresh pulse of need through her core that no amount of prior lovers or hurried trysts had ever quenched quite this way. She dismissed her maids with a wave, locking the heavy oak door behind her before pressing her back against it, breasts heaving as she recalled the way Percy's gloved touch had lingered on her skin, the hard press of his cock against her belly a promise she could no longer ignore. No other man had ever stirred her like this—her body knew it, her heart whispered it—and the realization settled deep, a hunger that demanded satisfaction only he could provide.

Alone now, she crossed to the canopied bed, shedding her gown in a whisper of silk that pooled at her feet, leaving her bare skin kissed by night air. Her fingers trailed over her breasts, pinching the tight nipples that throbbed for his mouth, then slid lower to part her folds, circling the slick heat of her clit as memories surfaced unbidden. Young Lilly, barely ten, had chased Percy through the palace orchards, their laughter ringing as they tumbled in the grass, his boyish hands steadying her scraped knees while stolen glances passed between them even then, innocent yet charged with something neither understood. Those days of shared secrets and apple-stealing adventures blurred now with the masked intensity of the man he had become, her pussy clenching around her own fingers as she imagined his tongue replacing them.

The lantern by her window guttered, and a faint jingle of bells drew her gaze to the shadows near the tapestry. Percy stepped forward, mask still in place but tunic loosened, his lean frame radiating that protective heat as he watched her touch herself with unblinking hunger. "You called me here without words," he murmured, voice rough, gloved hand reaching to brush her inner thigh as he drew nearer, the outline of his straining cock visible once more. Lilianna's breath caught, her body arching toward him, the erotic tension coiling tighter as his masked presence filled the room, intimate and inevitable.

Lilianna's breath caught, her body arching toward him, the erotic tension coiling tighter as his masked presence filled the room, intimate and inevitable. Her fingers, still slick from her own touch, reached for the loosened laces of his tunic and tugged, drawing him down until his gloved palm replaced hers between her thighs. The leather was cool at first but warmed quickly against her swollen folds, parting them with deliberate slowness as he circled her clit in the same rhythm she had used moments before. A low sound escaped her, half moan and half plea, and she pressed into the contact, hips lifting from the bed while her free hand slid up his chest to trace the line of his jaw beneath the mask.

The years folded inward like the petals of a night-blooming rose. In the orchard she saw again the boy Percy laughing as he boosted her onto the lowest branch of the apple tree, his small hands warm on her waist, their faces so close she could count the freckles across his nose. She had kissed his cheek then, innocent and quick, and he had blushed crimson before they both tumbled down into the grass. Now that same mouth hovered above hers, the scar along his jaw brushing her knuckles as she finally hooked a finger beneath the mask's edge. He let her lift it just enough to reveal his lips, then claimed her in a kiss that tasted of salt and longing long denied, tongue sliding deep while his gloved fingers sank inside her pussy, two at once, stretching her with a fullness that made her cry out against his mouth.

She reached blindly for the hard length of his cock, freeing it from the velvet confines of his breeches, and wrapped her hand around the hot, veined shaft. Percy groaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating through her breasts as he rocked into her grip, pre-cum slicking her palm. Their bodies moved together without further words, the bells on his tunic chiming softly with each thrust of his fingers and each stroke of her hand, the childhood memories dissolving into the present heat of skin against skin and the desperate need to reclaim what time and treachery had stolen.

Lilianna's breath caught, her body arching toward him, the erotic tension coiling tighter as his masked presence filled the room, intimate and inevitable. Her fingers, still slick from her own touch, reached for the loosened laces of his tunic and tugged, drawing him down until his gloved palm replaced hers between her thighs. The leather was cool at first but warmed quickly against her swollen folds, parting them with deliberate slowness as he circled her clit in the same rhythm she had used moments before. A low sound escaped her, half moan and half plea, and she pressed into the contact, hips lifting from the bed while her free hand slid up his chest to trace the line of his jaw beneath the mask.

The years folded inward like the petals of a night-blooming rose. In the orchard she saw again the boy Percy laughing as he boosted her onto the lowest branch of the apple tree, his small hands warm on her waist, their faces so close she could count the freckles across his nose. She had kissed his cheek then, innocent and quick, and he had blushed crimson before they both tumbled down into the grass. Now that same mouth hovered above hers, the scar along his jaw brushing her knuckles as she finally hooked a finger beneath the mask's edge. He let her lift it just enough to reveal his lips, then claimed her in a kiss that tasted of salt and longing long denied, tongue sliding deep while his gloved fingers sank inside her pussy, two at once, stretching her with a fullness that made her cry out against his mouth.

She reached blindly for the hard length of his cock, freeing it from the velvet confines of his breeches, and wrapped her hand around the hot, veined shaft. Percy groaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating through her breasts as he rocked into her grip, pre-cum slicking her palm. Their bodies moved together without further words, the bells on his tunic chiming softly with each thrust of his fingers and each stroke of her hand, the childhood memories dissolving into the present heat of skin against skin and the desperate need to reclaim what time and treachery had stolen.

She begged him without shame, her voice a ragged whimper as she spread her thighs wider on the bed, cunt dripping onto the sheets while his gloved fingers pumped deeper into her slick heat. "Use me, Percy—fuck your queen like the filthy whore she is for you," she gasped, hips bucking to meet every thrust, her pussy clenching greedily around the leather as it stretched her walls, the wet squelch of her juices filling the room with each deliberate curl of his knuckles against her g-spot. He groaned against her lips, still masked but lips parted from their kiss, and she pumped his thick cock faster in her fist, thumb smearing the steady leak of pre-cum over the swollen head, feeling it throb and pulse in her grip like it was already claiming her. The bells on his tunic jingled louder as he shifted, pressing her down with his free hand on her throat, not choking but owning, his masked eyes boring into hers while he worked a third gloved finger into her cunt, forcing her to take the fullness that made her scream softly, toes curling as her juices coated his wrist in shiny trails.

The orchard memory lingered at the edges of her mind, young Percy’s freckled face flashing as she surrendered now, but it only fueled her depravity—how that boy had grown into the man who could ruin her completely. "Abuse this royal cunt," she pleaded, voice hoarse and eager, reaching down to spread her folds even more obscenely for him, exposing her swollen clit and the way his fingers disappeared knuckle-deep inside her. Percy obliged with a growl, yanking his gloves off with his teeth to bare callused fingers that plunged back in rougher, scissoring her open while his bare thumb ground circles on her clit hard enough to make her vision blur. Her hand never left his cock, stroking the veined length from base to tip with twisting motions, milking more pre-cum that she brought to her lips to lick clean, tasting the salt of him as her own arousal soaked the bed beneath her ass. He leaned over her, mask brushing her cheek, and spat into her open mouth, watching her swallow it like the toy she was, her tongue lolling out for more while her pussy spasmed around his fingers in a filthy, gushing rush.

"Look at you, dripping for the traitor’s son," he rasped, pulling his fingers free only to slap her cunt wetly, the sharp sting making her jolt and beg for another as her clit throbbed. She flipped onto her knees without prompting, ass up and face down, reaching back to pull her cheeks apart and offer every hole, her puckered ass winking above the puffy, red cunt that begged for abuse. Percy’s bare hand cracked across her ass cheek, leaving a stinging print before he buried his face between her thighs from behind, tongue lapping long and slow from her clit up to her asshole, circling the tight ring with deliberate filth that made her moan into the pillows. She pushed back against his mouth, grinding her pussy over his tongue as it speared inside her, fucking her with it while his fingers dug bruises into her hips, claiming her as his personal plaything to lick and stretch and ruin. The taste of her own slick mixed with his spit coated her chin when she reached under to stroke his cock again, balls heavy and drawn up as she fondled them, whispering how she wanted him to fill her queenly womb with his seed until it leaked out for days.

He rose, cock slapping heavily against her ass as he lined up, the fat head nudging her entrance without pushing in yet, teasing the desperate clench of her cunt. "Beg properly, my queen whore," he demanded, voice thick, and she did, sobbing out how she’d let him breed her publicly, how she’d ride his cock in court if he asked, her body trembling with raw need as she backed up, trying to impale herself on him. Percy held her hips firm, sinking in inch by torturous inch, the stretch burning sweet as her pussy walls fluttered and gripped his shaft, every vein dragging against her sensitive spots until he bottomed out, balls pressed to her clit. She came instantly around him, cunt pulsing and squirting a hot gush that soaked his thighs, but he didn’t stop—pulling back and slamming in deep, setting a punishing rhythm that made her tits swing and the bells chime wildly, her moans turning to broken pleas for more abuse, harder, deeper, until the childhood innocence was nothing but fuel for this endless, depraved claiming.

He didn’t relent, pounding into her with brutal precision, each thrust bottoming out so his heavy balls slapped her swollen clit and her squirting cunt sprayed fresh wetness down his thighs in rhythmic bursts. Lilianna’s broken sobs filled the chamber as he reached for the discarded belt from his jester’s costume, looping the supple leather around her slender throat without breaking rhythm. The sudden cinch made her eyes roll back in ecstasy, her abuse kink flaring white-hot as the belt tightened just enough to restrict her air, turning every moan into a desperate, rasping whine while her pussy clamped down harder around his invading cock.

Percy’s bare hand cracked across her ass again, leaving welts that bloomed red, and he leaned forward to press the flat of a small ceremonial knife—its blade cool and gleaming—against the curve of her lower back. “Hold still for your marking, my filthy queen,” he growled, the knife’s edge tracing slow, deliberate letters across her sweat-slicked skin without breaking it, spelling out P-E-R-C-Y in shallow red lines that stung and throbbed with every slam of his hips. She shuddered violently under the dual assault, the belt choking her cries into wet gurgles as her cunt spasmed through another gushing orgasm, juices squirting messily around his thick shaft.

He eased the belt just enough for her to gasp a ragged breath before tightening it again, the leather biting into her neck while he flipped her onto her back, forcing her legs obscenely wide. The knife returned, its tip circling one taut nipple before dragging lower to etch the final curve of his name above her mound, the sharp sting blending with the deep, punishing thrusts that stretched her pussy to its limits. Her abuse kink surged as he spat into her open mouth again, watching her swallow greedily, tongue lolling while the bells on his tunic jingled wildly with the force of his rutting.

Lilianna’s fingers clawed at the sheets, then at his wrists, begging wordlessly for more pressure on the belt as her vision blurred with oxygen-starved bliss. Percy obliged, knotting it tighter so her tits heaved with each choked breath, her abused cunt milking him in frantic pulses while he ground the knife’s hilt against her clit in cruel circles. The carved letters on her body burned with every movement, a possessive claim that made her sob in raw submission as he bottomed out again and again, balls-deep, his cockhead battering her cervix.

Sweat dripped from his masked face onto her breasts as he released the belt for a heartbeat, letting her suck in air before cinching it once more, his free hand pinning her wrists above her head. The knife traced a final slash beneath his name, a possessive underline that drew a thin bead of blood she licked from his fingers in worship. Her body convulsed in another shattering climax, cunt squirting in hot arcs that soaked his abdomen, the wet squelch of their joining echoing louder than the bells as he fucked her through it without mercy, her throat marked by leather and her skin by blade and ink-like welts.

He finally loosened the belt entirely but left it looped there like a collar, pulling out only to flip her again and drive back in from behind, the new angle letting his cock drag against her g-spot with relentless force while the knife pressed flat to her ass cheek in warning. “You’re mine to ruin, queen whore,” he rasped, fingers digging bruises into her hips as he resumed the punishing pace, her marked body trembling and dripping beneath him in endless, depraved surrender. Percy’s bare hand reached beneath her to seize one swollen nipple, twisting it viciously between callused fingers until she cried out, the sharp pain shooting straight to her core and making her cunt clamp down like a vice around his thrusting shaft. He tugged the sensitive peak outward, stretching the tender flesh while his cock slammed in to the hilt, balls slapping wetly against her as fresh squirt gushed around him with every brutal stroke.

The belt tightened again without warning, leather biting into her throat as he yanked the looped end, cutting off her air just enough to make stars burst behind her eyes. Lilianna’s tits heaved with the effort, nipples throbbing from the abuse as he switched to the other, pinching and rolling the stiff bud until it burned red, all while the flat of the knife blade traced slow, menacing circles over her clit without nicking the swollen flesh. “Hold still, or I’ll press harder,” he growled against her ear, mask brushing her sweat-dampened cheek, and she whimpered in submission, body locked in place as his hips pistoned faster. The threat alone sent fresh wetness flooding down her thighs, her abused cunt fluttering greedily around the thick invasion that stretched her walls to their limit.

Young Lilly’s laughter echoed faintly in her mind as she surrendered deeper, the orchard boy’s gentle hands replaced now by this man’s ruthless grip, his fingers abandoning her nipple only to slap her clit sharply three times in quick succession. Each wet smack made her jolt and sob, the belt loosening just enough for a gasping breath before he cinched it tight again, his cock grinding deep against her cervix while the knife’s cool edge hovered a hair’s breadth from that same tortured nub. “Look at this royal clit, swollen and begging to be ruined,” Percy snarled, pressing the flat blade down firmly to trap the sensitive bundle against her pubic bone, the pressure making her vision white out as he fucked her through another gushing climax. Her juices sprayed messily, soaking his balls and the sheets, the wet squelch obscene in the candlelit chamber.

She clawed at the bedding, ass pushed back to meet every thrust, the bells on his tunic jingling wildly as he leaned over her and used his free hand to twist both nipples at once, pulling them upward in cruel tugs that left her tits aching and flushed. The knife never left her clit, rubbing in tight, relentless circles that blended threat with torment, never cutting but promising it with every pass. “Beg for it harder, my filthy queen,” he demanded, voice thick with lust, and she choked out pleas around the belt’s constriction, promising anything if he’d just keep abusing her like this. Percy obliged by snapping his hips harder, cockhead battering her g-spot while his thumb replaced the knife momentarily to grind her clit raw, the dual assault on her most sensitive spots pushing her into a shuddering, endless orgasm that left her squirting in hot, uncontrollable arcs.

Pinned beneath him, Lilianna’s body convulsed as he flipped the knife to press the hilt against her clit now, grinding the hard pommel in vicious circles while his fingers returned to her nipples, nails digging in just enough to draw fresh gasps. The belt loosened and tightened in rhythm with his thrusts, each cinch sending her spiraling deeper into oxygen-starved bliss, her pussy milking his cock with desperate spasms. Sweat slicked their joined bodies, her marked skin burning where his name had been carved, every slam of his hips making the welts throb in time with her racing pulse.

Percy’s masked breath came hot against her neck, lips brushing her ear as he whispered filthy promises of more, his cock swelling thicker inside her, balls drawing up tight as he drove them both toward the edge without mercy. He pulled back slowly, the thick shaft dragging along her fluttering walls until the head popped free with a wet sound, leaving her cunt gaping and dripping around nothing. Lilianna whimpered at the sudden emptiness, but his bare hand came down hard across her swollen pussy in a sharp slap that sent sparks of pain and pleasure shooting through her clit, the wet smack echoing as her juices sprayed from the impact. "That's it, my queen whore—take it," he growled, slapping her again, fingers striking directly over the throbbing nub until it burned red and swollen, her body jerking forward with each blow while she pushed her ass back for more, begging in ragged gasps for him to ruin her clit completely.

He shifted his stance, planting one boot firmly on the stone floor before lifting the other and pressing the sole down onto her exposed cunt, grinding the leather tread against her tortured clit with deliberate pressure that made her scream into the sheets, the rough texture scraping over the sensitive bundle as he rocked his foot in slow circles. Lilianna's thighs trembled, her abused pussy clenching and squirting fresh wetness around the edges of his boot, the pain blending into white-hot ecstasy that had her hips rolling to grind harder against it, her voice hoarse as she pleaded, "Yes, step on my royal cunt—crush my clit, make me yours." The mask tilted as he watched her writhe beneath him, the belt still looped loosely around her throat allowing just enough air for her moans to spill out unbroken, her marked skin glistening with sweat and the shallow welts from his blade throbbing in time with every roll of his foot.

Young Lilly's laughter flickered through her mind once more, the orchard grass cool against her scraped knees as boyish Percy had steadied her with gentle hands, but that innocence only sharpened the depravity now, fueling how completely she surrendered to this man's brutal claim. Percy eased his boot away after long minutes of grinding torment, her clit pulsing visibly, red and throbbing from the abuse, before he dropped to his knees behind her and spat thickly onto the swollen flesh, rubbing the saliva in with two fingers before lining his cock up again. He thrust forward without warning, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke that forced past her cervix into the tight heat of her womb, the head battering deep as she cried out in shocked pleasure, her body convulsing around the invasion.

He set a punishing rhythm, hips slamming against her ass with wet slaps while one hand reached beneath to pinch and twist her tortured clit between callused fingers, pulling and rolling the swollen nub mercilessly as he fucked straight into her fertile core. Lilianna sobbed her consent through every thrust, her pussy gushing around his shaft in messy sprays, the wet squelch filling the chamber alongside the jingle of bells as she pushed back to meet him, craving the stretch and the sting. Percy leaned over her, mask brushing her spine, his free hand tugging the belt tighter once more to cut her air as he pinched her clit harder, rolling it between his nails until her vision whited out in another shattering climax, her womb fluttering greedily around the cockhead battering its depths.

His balls drew up tight against her as he bottomed out one final time, cock pulsing thick and hot as he flooded her womb with rope after rope of cum, the heavy spurts painting her insides white while he ground deep, forcing every drop past her cervix. Lilianna milked him through it, her cunt spasming in endless waves, juices mixing with his seed as it leaked around his shaft and down her thighs, the belt loosening just enough for her to gasp his name in worship. He stayed buried inside her, cock twitching with aftershocks, the knife discarded now as his bare fingers traced the carved letters on her skin, both of them panting in the candlelit haze, the masked jester's presence wrapped around her like the ultimate secret reclaimed.

Masked Whispers: The Jester's Secret