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A chess piece shouldn't be so damn attractive, all things considered. His bright blue eyes shouldn't fluster you, his laughter shouldn't make you feel like there's a thousand butterflies in your stomach, the rare occasions where Kinger curses shouldn't make you swallow dryly and avoid eye contact.
Yet, here you were, trying your hardest to will the crush that you had on him to go away. That stupid urge to listen in more carefully to his little quips during adventures, to ask him question after question about bugs to see the way he lit up, especially when it came to butterflies, to pair up with him and relish the warmth that radiated off him in waves, all of it just seemed to grow stronger with every passing day.
It was...annoying, to say the least. You had been like this since the start of your stay at the circus, although things had been severely different back then. But it didn't take you long before you began your rapid descent into the embarassing spiral of wanting that stupid chess piece.
You couldn't remember the original reason why, but you and Ragatha had sat together after your first adventure just talking about how the day went before it clicked that she had been in the circus longer then most, and you grew curious about all that she had borne witness to before the current landscape. She didn't answer every question, but she gave you some very valuable input that day.
"Everyone here adapted differently, some quicker then others, the circus isn't always the friendliest environment to be in. It can be uncanny, scary...send you into an existential crisis...! But what I really think matters is just, not being alone. I don't know how Kinger managed to do it for so long..."
"Kinger was here alone?" You had asked, being both suprised yet strangely accepting of the fact. It made sense, but it wouldn't have been a conclusion you'd come to by yourself. Or at least not so early on. But what else could've caused him to act the way he did?
From what you had seen that day, Kinger seemed a little...out of sorts with the rest of the group. Not too involved in conversations, more fond of just staring out into the distance, and often throughout the adventure just plain out forgetting what was going on and where he was. And with the way everyone else reacted, it appeared he was always like that.
"Yeah, we never really found out an exact time frame, but I think it's safe to say he spent YEARS wandering the circus before I showed up. When I first met him, he didn't seem all that...well, far gone, but there was a look in his eyes that had given me goosebumps. It only shows up again whenever someone new joins the circus...like you did earlier!" She turned to look at you, and her ragdoll features scrunched up in worry.
"I didn't mean that in a bad way! It's just, the way he looked at you, it's like he's memorizing your features, trying to will himself to never forget you or forget to watch out for you. Kinger does his best in his current condition, but I'm worried he somehow holds himself accountable for getting everyone into this mess, " Ragatha sighed, and fiddled with a loose string on her dress.
You ended up placing your hand over hers, and leaned your head on her shoulder as you pondered your response to her. It took you a minute to gather your words together, processing exactly what it was she had said to you.
"Well, Kinger surely has a big heart then, huh?" You waited for Ragatha to nod before continuing, "I can tell he very clearly passed that on to you, you both seem to share so much tenderness and care for everyone else. I think he'd feel touched by the fact that you're worried about him. I'll make sure to do my part to look after him as well."
She had smiled at that, and squeezed your hand, "Have I told you what my first 'adventure' was?" You tilted your head to the side like a confused puppy at the sight of the air quotes, and Ragatha had just laughed, "Caine had needed to run the logistics of another human being here, I hadn't been expected by either of those two, but Kinger had found a gentler way to show me the ropes in his absence..." you listened to her as she explained how the two of them had wandered the halls of the circus looking for pillows to build the 'impenetrable fortress' that lied not too far off from the main area and stage.
"Honestly, I don't think Kinger expected Caine to actually have us not go on an adventure that day, but he'd been away so long that the Moon had come out with the rest of the night stars, and I was still a little shaken up and 'desperately needed a good night's sleep in order to prepare for my first ever real adventure'. We both slept in the pillow fort for a few nights after that too, until I felt comfortable enough to be in my own room. Don't tell anyone about that last part though, last thing I need is for Jax to find out..."
You had simply zipped your lips shut, pleasantly suprised by the new old side of the chess piece. A huge part of you felt guilty that you had resigned Kinger to just a loony old man, never expecting him to be someone so attentive and caring.
It had made you wonder if you'd ever see that level of care applied directly to you, and ever so curious about what else lied beyond those bright blues eyes that oftentimes carried a far away look.
Safe to say, that was the start of your little crush on Kinger, as you started to socialize more on every new adventure, gaining extra little snippets of information from other memebes of the circus, and immersing yourself into their little group. You had been the last human to join the circus after all, and it had taken a bit of time to see where you lied in their all their different dynamics, but was there really ever an outcome in which you didn't mesh with them?
It shouldn't have come to such a shock that they'd pick up on your feelings too, after a while, even though you had thought you were doing a pretty good job at hiding it.
First it had been Pomni, although with her it had been nothing short of pure coincidence. You had accidentally bumped into her after staring at Kinger while he listened to Zooble talk about %$!#ing, your entire avatar burning up, even if it wasn't actually viewable.
Although admittedly, maybe repeating "You could probably conjure a zooble part to resemble a %$!# while Caine's distracted to %$!#..." would've been a dead giveaway to anyone. Luckily for you, all she did was give you a strange, questioning look while you stammered your excuses, and accepted your apology for bumping into her.
You sighed once she walked away, resigned to the fact that she'd probably try to approach you later once she had time to process what had just happened. This wasn't the type of gossip she'd end up exchanging with Jax, right?
All your mind could conjure up was the visual of a certain purple rabbit giggling madly to himself before dashing off to your closest friend Bugs Bunny style and whispering in Ragatha's ear about your utter betrayal, about your complete and utter want to %$!# her dad. Or at the very least, psuedo-father figure. It was a sickening thought, one that made you want to crawl into a hole and die.
After all, you considered Ragatha to be your dearest confidant in every other matter, and didn't want her to find out about your crush from anyone else. You just...needed time to formulate a way to tell her that wouldn't completely freak her out. You were all adults here, but it'd take an idiot not to see the father-daughter dynamic between the two longest residents of the digital circus. Kinger had proven to care for each of you, that had been made clear as adventure went on. It had been Pomni that made the discovery that the chess piece seemed to win back his clever mind in the dark, and the conversation the two had had warmed your heart dearly.
No matter if it was bright or dark out, Kinger seemed to find a way to calm the other members of the circus, his simple demeanor brought out a sense of cherishing the little things, his conjurings of butterflies or bubbles were quick to get a laugh or warm sigh from the others, the man was just a natural at making people feel at ease. A large part of your attraction resided in that. There had been countless, drooling nights in which you had fallen asleep picturing Kinger rubbing circles into your back and whispering nothing but pretty words, and you had spent that many more hugging your tallest pillow...among other things.
You quickly pinched yourself in order to snap yourself out of your thoughts, and felt relief that Zooble and Kinger had wandered off somewhere else, so no one was privy to your embarrassing little stint. You turned around, almost finding that blend between normality and freaking out. Maybe this would all end up being forgotten, just a stupid little blunder before today's adventure...
It was then that you saw Gangle drawing in her sketchbook, within perfect hearing distance from your little one-sided conversation with the local jester, no doubt witnessing the whole situation.
"%$!#...! How long have you been there?"
"..." She hid herself behind her sketchbook, but it didn't do much to hide the blush lines on her mask.
It appeared there'd now be two members of the digital circus you'd have to have a conversation with later to keep their mouths shut, greatttt.
"Hey, Kinger?"
"AHH! Oh, it's nice to see you Zooble! Hi Jax!" Kinger waved to the two humans, he had gotten a bit...'locked in' as the kids would say it, with today's adventure. Caine had sent them into a strange mash up of medieval fairytale and zombie apocalypse, and they were supposed to be managing which of the kingdom's subjects were able to enter and exit the castle safe zone via drawbridge. Pomni and Gangle had been put in charge of making the healing potion that'd revert zombies back to innocent npcs, and that left You and Ragatha with the ever so important mission of saving the princess from the clutches of an evil zombie prince from some rivaling kingdom.
It wasn't a too complicated adventure, Kinger held every hope that all of them would succeed in their roles today. Even if Zooble and Jax had delegated all their duties to him for the most part. But there wasn't much to do besides check papers and push the lever that controlled the drawbridge, so it was more just a waiting game to see when the others would finish their tasks.
"....I don't even think the old man listened to what you just said toy box."
Oh! RIGHT! He was part of a conversation now.
"Sorry, do you mind repeating that?"
"Yeah no, I don't think he's got a clue of what's going on," Zooble huffed before he turned to Kinger, "do you know what's going on with Pomni and Gangle? I tried talking to Gangle earlier, but she just ended up getting all red and didn't answer me."
"And our little clown girl's been acting different for the past 2 weeks, everytime I get this close to cracking her," Jax puts two fingers together, "all of a sudden her stone walls go up again and I'm back at stage zero! Seriously, what sort of secret is THAT important!?" He goes and yanks the lever to close off the castle's gates, "And y'know what I think? I think the two are up to something together! Whatever stupid prank they've got is gotta be pathetic compared to what I've got coming tomorrow-"
"You think this is a prank? Gangle wouldn't act like this over a harmless prank, maybe, maybe they learned something about Caine! Are you sure you haven't seen anything odd with the two of them Kinger?" Zooble's eyebrows furrow in worry, and Kinger feels a pang in his heart that he can't help her.
"I'm incredibly sorry, but I really don't have any clue of what's going on. Have you asked Ragatha and [Reader]? Maybe they'll know what's up."
"Not yet, it looks like they want to tell her something important, so I was gonna wait until afterwards...but it's been a few days now and they haven't made any progress," Zooble replies.
"Maybe poor little [Reader]'s got a little crush on Rags, I swear I can't remember the last time I saw one without the other!" Jax cracks a joke, but the chess piece catch a hint of worry in his voice. Perhaps it's best to not address that yet.
"By that logic, you've got a crush on Pomni with how you refuse to leave her alone and egg her on-"
"YOU OBVIOUSLY LIKE GANGLE! I've seen the way you reach for her ribbons, you love how she-"
All of a sudden, the two 22-year olds found themselves getting a cascade of old royal scrolls, looking up to see Kinger shaking an old chest and making it rain with kingdom civilian IDs.
"What the %$!# was THAT for?"
"I didn't like your tones. You're scaring the innocent civilians outside," Kinger said in a serious, manner-of-the-fact voice as he pointed to the only window in the tower that didn't showcase the outer walls, but rather a plain grassy field full of zombies.
It was then that one of said zombies in the plain grassy fields roared, and proceeded to lead a hungry horde to the civilians waiting outside.
"We....probably should've done a better job at our jobs," Zooble said as the three of them watched the massacre unfold in front of them.
They stayed standing in silence for a minute or two, the bloodbath outside stripping the trio from their worried thoughts of the other circus members, moreso giving a pitiful look or grimace at a particularly bad hit until-
"Wait, did you say that [Reader] has a crush on-"
"Look! There's Ragatha and [Reader]! They've got the princess, we gotta find a way to let them inside-!" Zooble went for the lever, before getting stopped by Jax.
"Ah ah," he wagged his finger, "seems like our bundle of Rags remembers all of her old tricks!" He pointed to the blur in the distance, and Kinger had to squint for a second to realize what it was that he was looking at. When the figures in the blur became recognizable, he laughed and smiled, before rushing to the window to get a better look.
Ragatha, in gleaming silver armor upon a valient white steed, charging and maneuvering through the masses of civilians and zombies alike with ease, one hand on the horse's reins and the other around the young princess's shoulder. You, in a Robin Hood-esque get up, were sitting at the back of the horse's saddle, shooting with your crossbow to any mass of limbs that came too close to your little trio. Neither of you look frightened however, Kinger would even make the argument that the two of you never looked more in your element, he could practically hear the smile in your voices as the two of you got closer and closer. His heart started thumping like a mad man as Ragatha suddenly grabbed the horse's reins with both her hands, and-
"SHE'S GOING UP THE WALLS!?"
The members of the digital circus could only watch their fellow member with awe as the horse under her command bolted up the spherical stone walls, the princess and human in tow hanging on for dear life with grins on their faces as they made their way up. Round and round, until they were close enough to the window where they could jump off the white horse and into the waiting arms of the others-
"OOF!" Kinger exclaimed as he fell to the floor, eyes closing out of shock.
"%$!#, sorry Kinger!" He opened his eyes to find you sitting on top of him, straddling his chest, his purple robe parted to where your hands had instinctively grabbed at his shoulders for balance when you jumped into the watch tower. Your face looked red, no doubt from embarrasment, and you appeared to be biting your lips nervously.
"It's alright, I doubt you've ever had to pull off a stunt like that before," the chess piece laughed as you got off of him and offered him your hand to get him back up. It felt scalding hot, but he knew you always took a minute to calm down whenever you got all worked up. That was just the way you were around him, no big deal.
"Ragatha!" He called out to his favorite ragdoll, rushing to pull her into a warm embrace, the sound of her giggles was like music to his ears. He tried not to play favorites, but he couldn't help but have a soft spot for her. She was no less deserving of it then any of the rest of them, and in his heart he knew she had a soft spot for him too.
"You've got quite the story to tell, how in the world did you manage to do such a thing? I'm so proud of you sweetie!" He squeezed her even harder, and eagerly listened to her as she told him how her part of the adventure went.
It wasn't long after that that Pomni and Gangle joined the rest of them with their hands full of little blue potion vials, and they wrapped up the adventure with distributing the zombie cure. Things had gotten to be so hectic, all he could remember was the thrilling-ness of the adventure, and none of the tensions between the other members of the circus.
Oh, but the others remembered. The others remembered well, and went off in their own little searches for the truth. It'd take him a few days to be roped in on the fun, even if it was by mere coincidence. Things had seemed normal at first, he remained an ever so comfortable spectator in the group's bigger gambits. People looked at him funny, but he was quick to brush it off, anything truly serious would make itself known to him one way or another, he reasoned.
And so he continued going on adventures, finding himself more often then not either alone or with you and Ragatha.
"Uh...do you guys know what's going on with those four over there? It's like all of a sudden they started acting different, but they won't let me in on it," the ragdoll sighed as she threw her fishing poll out, their current adventure being a catch-and-grill-your-own-seafood competition.
"Yeah, they have been rather strange lately...!" You responded as you reeled in a rather hyper-realistic swordfish, face red from what was probably exhaustion, sighing as you almost fell overboard, and added the swordfish to the rest of your catch pile.
"I think I recall Zooble and Jax arguing about who each other liked in the circus on one of our previous adventures...maybe that's it?" Kinger grabbed you by the shoulder to help steady you after you fell before returning back to your shared bait bucket.
"T-that's probably it, yeah!" You said, voice a little off, but nothing some water wouldn't fix.
"I hope so, if that's all that it is then someone needs to confess already! I don't think I can handle the tension anymore longer!" Ragatha huffed, and all Kinger could do was laugh.
He really did have no idea what was going on back then.
The adventure ended not too soon after that, with no quite real winner, so Kinger took it upon himself to wander the grounds before it was time to eat. It was calming, one could easily get lost if they didn't know their way around. Fortunately, you and Pomni had enlisted his help in fully mapping out the grounds, and there were helpful little maps scattered around the circus in order to prevent that sort of thing from happening.
A lot of quick improvements to circus life arrived after you arrived too. It was a simple correlation, but one that made his heart feel warm. It was always nice to see someone find their footing in the circus, settling in and getting into the routine. And not to mention how lively things got with an extra member! They weren't an even pair of numbers anymore, so it was always fun to watch you get shuffled through different pairings within the group.
Of course, he always preferred it when you were with him and Ragatha, but he'd watch as you did 'paint nights' with Pomni and Gangle, try to whip up new foods with Zooble, chase Bubble around with Jax for whatever strange reason...and he'd stop his current walk among the grounds to watch as Jax and Zooble made your avatar's face burn hot with whatever it was that they were asking you about near the main stage. It'd be rude to listen in, but he couldn't help but be enticed by your flustered face to eavesdrop in on the conversation.
"You do realize that guy's like....double your age right?
"%$!#, I'd even go as far to say he could be trip-"
"Shut the %$!# up Jax. No judgement, we're all adults here, even if some of us don't act like it, but isn't he also just...?"
"King Cuckoo? Seriously, you wanna climb big ol' Kinger and call him daddy and get obliterated by some bishop shaped %$!#!?"
Kinger considered himself a lucky man for not giving himself away right then and there, ducking behind a wall and trying to still his beating heart. He bit back a gasp as his body grew hot, he was positive that if he had legs they'd be shaking like jelly right now. Still, he peeked from behind the wall, and watched as you hid your face in your hands and nodded, having accepted defeat and resigned yourself to a future full of sex jokes. It caused a large sigh to escape from Zooble, and a loud cackle from Jax.
"Oh please don't try to seduce him in his pillow fort. I don't think I've ever been more relieved that Caine is such a stickler for a 'family friendly circus."
"Maybe if you framed it as the two of you wanting to start a family-"
Fortunately for both of you, it was at that point that Caine had magically appeared from behind Jax, and proceeded to scold him, giving Kinger ample time to flee the scene and get back to his impenetrable fortress, and if his breath was a little bit shaky as he ran back, no one was around to hear it. He covered the entrance as quickly as he could before retreating to his little rest corner, finally allowing himself to process what he had he just overheard.
"%$!#..." Kinger groaned as he connected the dots. All of it made sense once he thought it over, the tensions between the other members of the circus. You must've told Gangle and Pomni first, and were simply bidding your time to tell the others, but it seemed that the girls' masks had cracked, and Zooble and Jax found out. Of course, you'd never tell Kinger first, really, he couldn't understand why you wouldn't tell Ragatha first-
Unless you were worried she'd take it the wrong way. That she'd hate you for developing a desire for the one member of the circus she cared for most and who cared the most for her.
The thought felt both so incredibly wrong and yet so incredibly you, there wouldn't be a world in which you didn't care on how your decisions affected your dearest friend. But he supposed he couldn't be suprised, Kinger was well aware that he presented as a sort of parental figure for Ragatha, and did treasure her as dearly as he would his own daughters, if he had any.
"...You wanna call him daddy and get obliterated by some bishop shaped %$!#?"
His mind repeated the phrase that Jax had said, and he felt warmth settling far below where it usually sat. Far from where it should stay.
"You do realize that guy's like....double your age right?"
To ignore the throb in the crotch area of his avatar would be criminal, but Kinger fancied himself a man with a strong enough resolve. How many years had it been since he'd indulged in these specific human desires? He'd conjure something up and have absolutely no idea what to do!
But [Reader] would. They'd remember well enough for the both of you, wouldn't they? His mind floods with images of your hands wrapped around and stroking his-
What would Queenie think? He argues against his animal instinct, it'd be cruel to do this sort of thing to her. It'd tarnish his late wife's memory, what sort of husband would he be if he went on and had an affair-
Pop!
A red-tinted bubble pops against the side of his head, and it's as if he hears her laughter, soft and teasing like wind chimes. It brings clarity to his mind, like the first sip of water from a desert oasis, and he can't help but smile. It reminds him of better times, back when he was human, and the world was new, and all Queenie had to do to calm him down was run her fingers through his hair and press a kiss to his forehead.
She'd want you to be happy here. The Queenie you knew passed onto something better, she'd find a way to happiness even if it killed her.
He felt his eyes tear up slightly, and he conjured up a pair of butterflies and watched them fly around each other in the safety of his impenetrable fortress, before finding a gap in between pillows and flying off and out of sight.
Kinger stared at the gap for a little while longer before standing up and exiting the pillow fort in time for dinner. He never found himself too particularly fond of the routines that Caine established, their last anchor to the normal humanity they no longer had. Sure, it was nice to breathe and sleep and eat, but he had always taken it for granted before. But perhaps there was a sort of learned appreciation to it, one he hadn't been aware of until now.
And so the chess piece dined with the rest of his fellow members of the digital circus, if his mouth was visible there would've been a smile all throughout dinner time. He was the picture of grace, a patriarch of elegance, a man reborn. He asked his usual questions during dinner, and shifted many a conversation when an insult leapt from a certain purple rabbit's mouth, laughed when it was appropriate, and successfully managed to not have a single dirty thought about you.
Not that it prevented the warm, tingly feeling invading his stomach whenever the two of you accidentally made eye contact, and you'd quickly turn and evade his gaze. He simply acted as he always did, brushing off every obvious hint that you liked him, because while he may have been a genius programmer once upon a time, he had always been oblivious in the field of love. Honestly, what did people see in him that made the wait worthwhile? He supposed you'd have some semblance on answer, but perhaps it wasn't time yet.
Kinger wasn't exactly sure when it would be time yet, for you. Truth be told, he hadn't completed planned out how to go about this little predicament. One thing was for sure though, he'd have to be careful once he approached you. You weren't some complete nervous wreck, but he had a feeling you'd combust and die of embarrassment if he went about the whole 'sorry I overheard you getting teased about finding me attractive' the wrong way.
Perhaps it'd be best to wait for them to make the first move. Allow them to regain control over their feelings and make the choice best suitable for them. Now that was a good idea, he thought to himself as he finished the last of his mashed potatoes. It was a tad bit too early to go to bed, and the group had some sort of game night planned, but Kinger excused himself from the table nonetheless.
"An old man like me needs his rest, but all of you should enjoy game night," he addressed his other members of the circus, stopping briefly to put his hand on your shoulder, eyes crinkling slightly in enjoyment at the way your avatar felt just that much more warmer, "tell me who won in the morning, alright?" Kinger patted your shoulder before making his way back to his fort. And if certain members of the circus said anything about a completely friendly interaction, well, you could tell him all about it tomorrow.
It was like a switch was all of a sudden flipped inside his head, he never fancied himself any sort of pervert, but he supposed most people would get a sense of enjoyment that someone seemed to crave their attention and affections.
And you were craving him alright, he wouldn't call you desperate by any means, but looking through your shared past interactions with the current insight he had...there wasn't much room for any other answer. You did a terrible job at balancing out time between the rest of the circus members and him, just the other day you had gotten him all amped up about dragonflies, and back then he had dismissed the look of in your eyes as nothing more then mutual fascination. He had simply patted himself on the back for a job well done at convincing someone else to join his dragonfly craze, but to think about that captured gaze now...
Well, someone certainly seemed hungry for the local not-so-loco lunatic. And it'd be cruel for him not to reciprocate your feelings, wouldn't it? He could be hungry again, he never realized how long he had gone to bed starving until just a few hours ago. Like clockwork, it was almost scary how his libido was returned back to him.
Or maybe it'd just be scary for you. You'd soon come to find out how long your dear old Kinger could last in the bedroom, he'd make sure of it. As soon as you were ready, he'd devour you whole and show you a world of bliss like you've never imagined it before. Your friends had certainly given him some ideas to toy with.
He carefully took off his robe, folding it and setting it to the side. It'd just get in the way, and Kinger would prefer it if you wore it first before he got his cum all over it. You'd look so pretty wearing nothing but his robe, your face ever so carefully framed by the royal fur, lying below him with your legs spread as far as they could go and enticing him to touch you with that hungry gaze of yours.
Oh how he'd bite into that beautiful body of yours, peppering kisses between every little bruise, stopping every so often to pant into your ear and tell you how you were doing such a good job for him. There wasn't a doubt in his soul that you wouldn't be the perfect lover for him, not with badly you wanted him. The idea of you hanging onto every word, leaning in for all the praise you so rightfully deserved and burning up for him and him alone-
That seemed to have been the last straw before his conjured cock shot up. It was the same pale, wooden color as the rest of his avatar, minus a little pinkness at the tip, and was already twitching and drooling for you. He wrapped his hand around it, and started a slow pace. He had all night to pleasure himself, to savor in all these new incoming thoughts he never thought himself capable of having in the circus. Kinger would have to give you a reward for such a lovely gift.
But that could wait for another day, he could be selfish inside his fort, and indulge in his own twisted little fantasies.
Maybe he was a bit of a pervert after all.
"%$!#...you're taking me so perfectly honey...so so good for daddy," Kinger moaned as he rutted his hips against a pillow that was roughly the size of you, lost in his own little world. He was hot and sweaty and panting like a crazed dog, and couldn't find it in him to give a shit about it. All that mattered was chasing his climax, getting to that delicious peak over and over until he was satisfied for the night.
You looked absolutely stunning in his fanatsies, tears running down your face, hiccuping and mewling like the breathtaking angel you were for him. You kept begging him for more, hands holding onto his shoulders for dear life as you were moved up and down his dick. Would you be as light as you are now in person? Would you look as if you're one orgasm away from breaking into a million pieces?
Kinger had so many questions for you, once you were ready for him. He'd do his absolute best to make you regret not confessing sooner, to have you pleading for your daddy to keep playing with you until you passed out. Maybe you'd end up begging for daddy to faster, harder, deeper-
"-You want that sweetie? You want me to cum inside again? You want your daddy to pump you full of his kids?" He felt the now familiar build-up in his stomach, egging him onto an almost frantic pace, it was getting harder to tell what was reality and what was just his sexual fantasies. Of course, he knew that actually knocking you up was simply impossible due to a plethora of reasons, and it'd be incredibly unethical to try to create new life in the circus-
"I'll go for as many rounds as it takes, I won't stop until we're both satisfied. Don't cover your mouth like that, let the entire circus hear how good of a job you're doing for daddy. Let them bask in the perfection of our lovemaking, you'll be so so pretty once I'm done with you-" Kinger cut himself off with a loud groan as he bit down on his pillow and finished a fourth time, long white spurts of cum hitting his chest.
His impenetrable fortress was more akin to a den of sin now, one that reeked of sweat and sex and semen. He only wondered what your cum would taste like, and if you'd let him clean up his mess after he was done. God, he hoped so. He'd get on his knees and part your legs and stare at your gaping hole and the cum that oozed out of it, and would kiss and lap at and suck until you finished straight down his throat. He'd keep eye contact the entire time, eager to not a miss a second of your pleasure and display for his viewing purposes only.
Once again, he looked down and saw that he was hard again, and got straight back to work. He'd have to try all the different positions with you to see which one you liked best, even if he did have a soft spot for missionary.
Maybe you'd even play into some theatrics, find your way into his lap and talk about how you were half his age and oh so eager to start a family with him. He was more then happy to let you hold the reins, and simply watch as you bounced up and down his cock, and whine and babble until you couldn't remember your name.
But that's alright, he could remember it for the two of you, and call it out when he was close. His hands wouldn't leave your hips, leaving perfect pin-prink marks that'd be incredibly difficult to explain to the others. He'd let you leave marks on his body as well, lovely scratches and bites that'd he be able to hide with his robe. Or he'd leave himself exposed and give you his robe instead, whichever option you preferred best.
His new lover needed to know how badly they were desired, and he'd put in all his efforts in making sure you never forgot it.
"Hah, you're going to be milking me dry aren't you? That eager for me to breed you? No need for the rush, I've got all the time in the world for my lover, I'm not going anywhere"
"See that? That's me in there, inside you. It's snug, isn't it? Perfectly tight enough for me and no one else, it's like your body was made just for me. Isn't that beautiful honey?"
"I could let you keep going until you get tired sweetie. Use me until you get your fill alright? And don't stop for anything less"
Kinger wouldn't be too sure on how he got all the confidence to say those things out loud in the morning, but under the cover of night, he let himself indulge. Indulge in his deepest, once hidden desires. In the morning he would have to face his utter depravity, and the mess he had made, and act as if none of it had happened. In the morning, he would try his best to be the same man he was as before, and hold onto that mask until you were ready to drop yours. In the morning this new, rediscovered side of himself would release it's hold on his head and lurk in the shadows, hungry for you in a way he hadn't been hungry for a long time.
It was going to be a long road to confession.