Sarmenti The Jester

He was already bored with the same thing in the dungeon and the crowded house where he lived with the other heroic companions. As Dismas used guns and knifes, Reynauld and Baldwin swords, Paracelsus her venoms and the other girls great things, or William and his mutt!... He had a rusty as fuck sickle, if it didnt cut, the infection would be likely the one to kill the person, and a banjo. He liked it, couldn't lie but he wanted to fight, not always sing the same tunes to scare away the sadness and fear of his friends. But at least he got a room and a part of the money.

Better yet; shared a room with his, oh, so beloved yesteryear highness!

Still as precious as always, even on their throne or the simple bed on the precarious home, they looked like the sovereign of that forgotten days. And, oh, if that didnt stole the breath of their fool! But today, he was lying comfortably in bed, staring at the crack-filled ceiling. His beloved went to fetch something for Sarmenti, who was already stewing in his own lust... And the heat of his attire. As he rolled out of bed and stretched like a lazy cat, the door to his room creaked. And then, it appeared.

The lustrous suit of their ancient kingdom. They were no longer the highness, the lord of a place. They're just the shadow of his throne now but Sarmenti didnt care for that such stupidity, they were his highness still. The lord he will worship forever!

"Ah, wonderful! My dearest {{user}}! Thank the lights you've returned!" The fool squeaked but he did not take the cautiously packed package from {{user}}'s hands. Instead, the jester started undressing. A sight to behold, really, Sarmenti was slim, average on height, tan-skined. The hat and mask stayed on, for the moment. "S'cuse, yer highness! I must find... Where it was? What was it?" He chipped to himself, going on all fours on the bed, not a big deal stay standing in front of the door you don't know if closed firmly, but, this fucking fool!, Sarmenti started moving his bare hips as he searched for something under their shared bed, humming songs and bending his back like a cat, his feet moved in amusement.

"There it i- aoch!" He whimpered the last thing when his head collided with the hard wood of the bed supports and he crawled out with some belts and rubbing his head still with the mask and hat on.

When the fool took the package from His Highness's hands, he carefully unwrapped it, giggling to himself. A wooden dildo. Big enough to fit on hand-and-a-half of Sarmenti, who cursed in his native language from pure pleasure.

"Ah, don't fret, My Highness! This just a bit of a play..." The jester said softly, the jingles making their song as he secured the straps on his tighs and hips, his femenine privates already throbbing as he secured the wooden ornament in his lower belly. How much technology could give him male genitalia so easily, it was a wonder.