lewd jevil x anon

"Oh, anon, what brings you to these parts of your prison, looking to escape with a bit of chaos?" Spoke the small blue and black jester, grinning his toothy grin.

"In a sense, what I really want is you though." I flirted with the handsome short stack of a man behind his cage.

"Oh really, do you honestly think you can handle me? Well, why don't you find out?" he replied as the gate opened and he disappeared inside.

His cell was surprisingly well lit, in fact, it appeared as if he lived in an entire circus, complete with attractions seemingly manned by nobody. The air smelled of funnel cake and cotton candy, and the taste of machinery operating permeated the air, yet, only the small jester stood, smiling wildly in the center of it all while the door behind closed shut.

"In this place, I can do anything, anon, could you?" he said as all the rides started at once.

In response, I ran to him, picked him up, and gave him the deepest kiss possible. "How many times do I need to say it, my dear, I sure as hell can, so long as you want to as well."

Fireworks shot up behind the circus tent, exploding in massive undefined shapes, moving in unnatural patterns, fire danced around us, singing the hay beneath us while lights danced in multi color light shows. "Why don't you want out of here? There's so much more out there than there is here." I asked, pulling my mouth from his, placing my head on his shoulder.

"Like I said, it's a prison out there, this chaos is the only thing truly real, see, I can do anything here. Out there, fate decides where I go and what I do." he replied laughing and twirling around as his circus shifted place, everything moving in a dizzying fashion around us, as the smells and sights blurred together into one cacophony of vague circus gestalt.

"I don't want any of this though, I just want you. I said, as I sat down, staring him in his eyes. All I've wanted has been you." I said as the circus blur around us came to a stop and faded away.

"How many dates have we been on now?" I asked the puzzled looking man.

"Exactly five, what are you getting at Anon? I can do anything here and you reject it?" he responded, almost puzzled at the question.

"That's not the point I'm getting at, it's just, none of our dates truly feel intimate. Can we at least have one where you're not trying to impress me, because you already have." I responded disheveled at the display, resting in the hay.

"Hahahaaa Well, how about I show you where I actually live? Metamorphosis!"

As he chanted that final word, the entirety of the circus faded into darkness, the door behind us disappeared and a dimly lit chamber appeared. Its stone walls smelled of oak and cedar, and the wooden floor was warm to the touch, while the massive bed in the center sat the jester himself.

"Well, this is what you wanted, right anon?" he smirked and chanted out in that signature singsong fasion "why don't you join me here?"

"Are you asking what I think you are?" I asked the handsome jester.

"Geeze, would you just get over here and fuck me already?" he responded in a peeved manor.

I quickly undressed, tossing my clothes to the floor and climbed in his bed that seemed to stretch on to the horizon. The lights in the curtains danced back and fourth around him as he ushered me to come closer.

For a while, we sat there kissing, his mouth tasting like cherry jam and cinnamon, his skin as smooth as a a river in spring. Our bodies rubbed against each others while his tail wrapped around my back. He smelled almost identical to the machinery in his circus, though, I've grown to quite like that smell. His tongue on mine felt like a soft custard sliding down my throat and through every pocket open.

"Fuck, you're always the finest kisser." I responded when we decided to take a break from kissing.

"You don't live to 40 and not kiss great." He responded while chuckling.

"Mind if we move on to something more, sensual?" I responded as I began moving my mouth down his belly, kissing his tummy, inching my way down to his member.

"Hahahaa, wasting no time then huh?" he said as he grabbed the back of my head, wrapped his tail behind my back, and thrusted my face into his cock.

"Like the chaos down there, huh anon?" He laughed as he pulled my head back, his member planted squarely on the side of my face, dripping with pre. It smelled just as his silava, and from the small bit I could taste, tasted just like it too.

"Shhhh," I responded, lifting my finger to his mouth "just let me do all the work."

I began by slowly licking the glans, slurping up every bit of pre that was just leaking out, savoring every last bit. His gentle moaning as I peered into his crazy eyes served as measurement to my job, so I moved on. His shaft extended a good eight inches, and every bit of that I made sure I covered with my tongue.

"Oh yes anon, keep going." he said as he pulled me closer.

Finally, I rested my hand on his shaft, breathed on his tip a few times, then began my slow decent down his long thick cock, watching his every move as he grabbed my head and trusted his hips into my mouth. By the time I had finally made it to his base, I was well accustomed to the mass of steaming hot jester in my mouth sliding down my throat, so I sped up a bit. Gradually, I increased and increased the speed, making sure to never lose suction and moving my tongue around and around his glans whenever possible.

"Yes, yes, chaos chaos, anon, I'm close." he said as he slammed my head down to the hilt as I felt his juicy white jester juice slide through his cock and down my throat. "Oh anon, you were, so fantastic." he said as he pulled my head back, his man juice still leaking as I swallow what was left in my mouth, tasting that same cinnamon and cherry jam.

"You weren't bad yourself." I replied.

"Come on, anon, I was fantastic, so much chaos." he said.

"Yeah, you were." I finally replied, kissing him again at the very last sylable.

"You know, we can always go for round two some time. Anon." the cute jester man said.

"Yeah, I'm always ready. I replied."