The jester appeared in Ixion's room within minutes.
The two were left alone, the chamberlain and guards retreating outside to reassume their responsibilities — even though the man they guarded was many times stronger than they were.
The red-headed jester looked at her king with accompanying piercing red eyes. She wore her typical jesters' outfit and folded her arms under her already large breasts, propping them up and making them appear even larger.
She held an aloof, but sharp expression as she feigned surprise.
"Ixion, you jest!"
It wasn't an odd happening for Ixion to call a servant woman first thing in the morning, but to have called the jester was unprecedented in many ways.
Ixion, in his nightgown, laughed at the woman.
"I think you jest, actually!"
The woman jumped in surprise. With a few pattering claps, she said.
"That I do! You're right! Wow, how smart and glorious you are, Sir King."
Ixion smiled as he asked:
"Do you know why I called you here?"
The jester giggled, then replied evenly:
"Oh, why, oh my? Because I'm hot… duh."
Ixion narrowed his gaze, then smirked and said:
"How candid… One out of ten for that one!"
The jester rested the back of her hand to her forehead and crumpled to the floor:
"Oh gods, oh gods! The glorious Ixion didn't like my joke. I'll be ravaged by this savage. Every ounce of me trounced! I'll be devoured by the hour! Or even better, whipped!"
The jester rolled out of her feigned act and somersaulted toward Ixion, vaulted in the air, and landed in a split. Her tight outfit leaves very little to the imagination, the red silk thread outlining every curve and protrusion of her body.
Ixion laughed at the acrobatic move and clapped:
"Bravo! Bravo!"
The jester leaned forward onto her breast, slid her legs behind her, and kicked them up until her heels were above her head. Then, she gripped her ankle and started rolling around the room, causing the bells on her outfit to jingle with each revolution,
Ixion gave an exaggerated laugh at his jester's exquisite performance. Then whistled in glee.
As the jester rolled closer and closer to the king, she launched out of her rolling formation and vaulted herself onto the king's shoulders, placing her crotch right in front of his eyes.
Ixion spoke, straight into the silk, his lips pressing against the outline of hers.
"Marvelous! Just marvelous!"
The Jester began to shake and screamed in utter jubilation at her king's pleased responses.
"Oh, why oh my! Don't start what you can't finish!"
Then, she began to smush her lower lip even harder into Ixion's mouth. The king looked up, and his eyes locked with hers. Then he said, slightly muffled:
"I always finish what I start!"
The jester rocked back and forth as the silk edge of her garment was growing a little wet.
"First or last?!"
Ixion reeled back and shouted into the jester's thighs.
"Ah! What a conundrum! A king must never come in last, but to come first would be an affront to my royal dignity!"
The jester rested her hands on Ixion's shoulders, then gripped onto his nightgown and threw it off of him while simultaneously flipping away and landing on her feet and staring into Ixion's eyes.
"Oh heavens! That is quite the conundrum, Ixion. Good thing you're no king…"
Ixion, now undressed, stared blankly at the jester, a hint of sadness in his eyes. In a single blink, his expression flipped to utter jubilation as he responded:
"Caught me!"
A moment later, the jester did a pirouette and somehow stripped herself bare of the bodysuit mid-turn. Then, she launched an exaggerated sigh of embarrassment and screamed.
"Oh no! How did such a thing happen! My clothes have fallen off!"
Ixion looked down at his exposed body, then up at the naked jester:
"By the gods, mine have too! Is this… is this as sign?!"
The jester strutted toward Ixion as she said:
"Of course not. You called me in here to fuck me, did you not? 'No regrets,' huh?"
Ixion laughed as the jester walked into his waiting arms.
"Caught again!"