Ixion wasted no time in getting undressed, throwing his regal outfit to the side.
'Ah, much better.'
The jester looked down at Ixion's sword and smiled as her eyes widened.
"Ah! You won't whip me, but you'll stab me? Where's the sense in that!"
Ixion, instead of replying with words, brought his hand to the jester's hanging breast and began playing with it. Causing the jester to giggle
"Oh hoo."
Ixion pulled the jester closer until her face was right before his, then shoved his lips into hers.
The jester's lips were… intoxicating — desire-inspiring.
They ignited the most carnal wants that bound his soul to the mortal realm.
Ixion's dick rose with purpose, a destined fate to be cradled by the cave beneath the jester's waist.
As Ixion indulged in the jester's lips, he thought to himself.
'Ah… what would be a fitting punishment?'
There was really only one thing he could think of at the moment…
'Rough sex!'
Though that would probably be more of a reward for her than a punishment.
But an actual punishment could come later!
Ixion was horny!
Ixion pushed on the jester's hips from the side, nudging her thigh over his until she sat on top of him.
As the jester mounted the king, she pulled away from the kiss and giggled.
"Now, now. Why am I, the jester, atop the king? Surely this action is punishable by being whipped!"
Instead of responding with words, Ixion rubbed the tip of his dick against the jester's swelling clit as he looked deeply into her red eyes.
Red eyes, which seemed to see through to his soul.
Eyes that could see the lies he swore for what they were — yet eyes that didn't care to validate truth.
Ixion could feel a wet liquid trailing from the jester's pussy, covering his dick.
Then, without mercy, Ixion angled his dick and slammed it into the warm, wet mouth of her vagina.
The jester shrieked, and her back shot up, causing the bells on her hat to jingle.
Then, Ixion began his punishment of her pussy.
Ixion drew his hips back just enough that his tip didn't fall out, then rammed it in again.
She shrieked in a mix of pain and pleasure.
"Yah!"
Ixion's lips curled up, and his eyes opened wide as he repeated his prior motion.
Drawing his hips back before making the jester's tight pussy swallow his dick.
A wet suction resounded throughout the chamber.
Soon to be followed by another.
Then another in quick succession.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
It didn't take long until the jester was too overwhelmed to even crack a joke.
Ixion thrust his sword toward the heavens repeatedly.
The jester's moans were accompanied by wet slaps, jingles of the bells on her hat, and her bouncing tits.
Ixion, of course, gave little care to what the jester could handle and gripped on either side of her waist while propping up his legs.
Then, he began to slam the jester's body down on his dick while he himself thrusted up.
"Agh!"
With each plunge of his dick into that wet cave, the jester would scream.
Soon, after a couple of minutes of the repeated motion, the jester began to convulse and fell forward onto Ixion.
Yet Ixion gave no care if she just climaxed and continued his relentless assault.