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During the two weeks you’ve known Pierrot you’d like to think you’ve come to know him pretty well. The tall, gentle man is an absolute sweetheart. Whereas Harlequin is a spicy pepper, Pierrot is a sweet cupcake that always knows how to brighten your day and make you feel appreciated and supported. Unlike Harlequin, he doesn’t focus as much on your body as he does your kind heart. Not that he doesn’t look at you, of course. You’ve caught him staring at you a handful of times while your back is turned with a dreamy smile and big eyes that almost looked like they’d molded themselves into little golden hearts. With Pierrot, you’ve never had to worry about if your makeup was good or if your hair looked okay. The adorable sweetheart didn’t care about those things, only seemingly caring about your health and happiness.
That innocent view of him was absolutely shattered after your night with Harlequin.
You hadn’t even realized that Pierrot knew or was upset until you’d already eaten the entire slice of cake he’d made you and got hit with a sudden spell of fatigue. Within minutes you had gone from talking happily while eating the sweet treat to passing out against his chest.
The dots only started to connect in your head that he might be a little upset when you woke to being chained to a bed. Not just any bed, either. Pierrot’s bed. Your eyes blink open to meet his intense bright yellow gaze barely an inch from your face. He’s so close that you can smell his odd sugary metallic breath barely blowing against your cheek through his mask.
“Hello, darling.” Pierrot rarely spoke at a normal volume as he usually had to whisper into your ear to not be heard by others, so to hear him speak clearly was enough to wake you up the rest of the way and attempt to sit up.
“Mmgh, fuck. Pierrot? What happened?” It’s while you’re stretching and asking him what had happened to knock you out cold out of seemingly nowhere that your shirt lifts just enough to show a bite mark on your stomach. Of course, Pierrot would be upset about any mark on his beloved. But the fact that it’s Harlequin’s teeth that had dared to mark your stomach like that? It makes him livid.
A surprised squeal slips from your lips as he lifts your shirt with a clawed black glove and stares at the hickie with an unreadable expression. Even though Pierrot rarely speaks, the tense silence filling the tent feels deafening and a little scary. His eyes don’t move from where the mark is when you tug your shirt back down and bashfully try to make an excuse that he doesn’t hear.
He touched you, marked you, filled you with his cum before I could. I need you, my lady. I need to show you how much I love you, how much better I am than him.
Before today, you had been led by Pierrot himself to believe that he was a sweet, innocent person that’s just very attentive and has a kinda scary circus act. The most unnerving thing he’s ever done was when he’d snuck into your apartment through the balcony, but you’ve already forgiven him for that.
But now, with his mouth smushed against your lips in a desperate kiss, you start to see the possessive monster hidden carefully behind a mask of gentle kindness. He kisses you with an intense hunger that leaves you gasping and squirming under him for more. His lips barely leave yours for more than a second between each kiss as if it’s physically painful for him to be apart from you.
“Please, my lady. Let me show you my love. I’ll make you feel better than he did, I promise. You won’t have to worry about a single thing, no. You’ll be all mine, won’t you?” His whispers are far more intense than normal against your ear as he begs for permission to take your clothes off and ravish you, his hands shaking with how much restraint it’s taking for him to wait.
He would burn down the world if only you asked him to. He wants, no, needs to show you how much he loves you but he also knows that if he doesn’t do this right that he will scare you and you’d leave him for Harlequin. He can’t have that. No, no, no. You need to come to him and him alone. He will be the sole source of your pleasure. Only he will be the one to touch your sacred body. Pierrot is the only one worthy of your love, your touch, your kindness (other than his family, of course, but that’s more complicated).
The moment you nod against his neck and shyly whisper your consent, his careful control snaps. Once again your poor clothes are shredded to ribbons by eager claws. You barely get a moment to mourn another outfit lost before something clicks further down the bed and you see something metal get tossed carelessly into a corner. Later you’d discover that it was a chain with a padded cuff, but for now you just assume it’s part of his outfit and don’t think too much about it. His hands are surprisingly gentle despite his impressive size and strength as he guides you to lay on your back. After a moment’s consideration he gently places a pillow under your ass to prop your hips up.
Either he actually does have some experience or Harlequin gave him a few tips. Knowing the green clad gremlin, it’s definitely the latter.
“So perfect. You are pure beauty, my love.” Pierrot is just as good at flustering you in bed as he is everywhere else, apparently. It only takes a matter of minutes for you to realize that he’s also just as good of a quick learner as he finds the spots that make you see stars by feeling alone and memorized them immediately. When Harlequin had eaten you out and explored your body, he’d taken his time to map you out.
Pierrot does not wait. He knows what he wants and is very, very eager to please. His fingers move with quick, precise strokes to brush against your sensitive walls and hammer your g-spot hard enough to rock your body against the sheets. Any attempt you make to be quiet is met with reverent whispers directly into your ear begging you to be noisy for him. He wants to hear how good he’s making you feel, wants to hear the exact moment he makes your toes curl and snap the coiled spring of pleasure inside you.
And you let him hear it with a warbled cry of his name into his neck where he’s hovering over you. His hand keeps moving through your orgasm however, even as your muscles desperately try to push him out and away. Pierrot shakes his head and uses his free hand to spread your legs open even more as he rubs your clit with his thumb, sending you crashing through a second orgasm within seconds.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, Pierrot! S-stop, holy shit! Ah, fuck!” Only after you repeatedly plead for mercy into his ear does he finally relent and pull his soaked fingers out of your quivering hole. There’s not an ounce of regret in his eyes as he licks every drop of cum off his fingers with his long yellow tongue. Your jaw drops a little as you watch him wrap his tongue around his fingers twice and grins at you as if he hadn’t just done one of the sexiest things you’ve ever seen.
“Did you enjoy that, my lady? You taste utterly divine.” Pierrot’s grinning tear drop mask leans close again as he thrusts his tongue into your mouth in the messiest kiss you’ve ever had. You don’t even mind that he accidentally pushes the ridiculously long appendage a bit too deep into your throat and triggers your gag reflex. The fact that his tongue was long enough to get all the way back there in the first place is so incredibly hot that you can’t bring yourself to be mad, especially when he whimpers like a kicked puppy and apologizes profusely. Hell, if it weren’t for how desperately he was grinding against your leg right now, you’d probably ask for more deep kisses like that.
Something to try again another time, perhaps.
For now, you’re content with letting him flip you onto hands and knees so he can tug his pants down and fuck you without you seeing his body. You’re tempted to tell him that you’ve already seen Harlequin’s monster form and that normal humans don’t have yellow tongues long enough to deepthroat someone, but that’s a conversation that can happen later. If this is what makes him comfortable, then you’ll happily go along with it as long as it’s not causing either of you any harm.
Besides, how could you possibly argue with him about which position he wants to fuck you in or how much clothing he keeps on when he fills you up so well? Even though you can’t see what his dick looks like, you can get a rough idea of it from the feel of it inside you. Similar to Harlequin’s dicks, Pierrot’s cock seems to have a tapered tip, though this one is more like a human’s tip than something from a tentacle hentai. There’s small bumps along the sides and something thick at the base that brushes against you every time he rams into you. The first thing that comes to mind is a knot, though you won’t know if that’s actually what it is until he either shoves it into you or lets you get a good look at it.
“You’re- hah.. doing so well for me, my dear. So warm, so tight. I could bury myself in your tight heat for hours and hours.” How Pierrot is able to continue whispering praise and encouragement into your ear while fucking you so hard your body slumped forward and he had to hold your hips up to keep the perfect angle that made you cry out in pure bliss. He’s not even using both arms to hold you up! Only one of his arms is wrapped around you to keep you in place while the other hand alternates between moving your hair away from your face and rubbing your clit in tight circles that make your eyes roll back in pure pleasure. You find it way too hot that he’s so strong that he can manipulate your body however he wants. A little part of you finds the fact that he’d bend to your will at the drop of a hat if you so much as asked as well, but you’re too far gone to string anything together.
“I’m so close, my love. May I fill you up? I want to breed you so badly. You’d look so pretty full of my babies.” His thrusts speed up impossibly faster as he begs for permission to cum in you. You only register that he actually wants an answer from you when his hand and hips stop their movements and he brushes your hair away from your damp face again so he can see you properly.
“Huh? W-why’d you stop?” Pierrot giggles at your whiny pout and repeats his request while offering you a sip from the cold water bottle he’d prepared before you woke up.
“I want to fill your pretty hole with my cum until you’re full of my babies, my love.” You definitely hear him this time around and wow is it hot. While you don’t really want babies and you’d rather be safe and say no, you also really want him to cum in you. You’re on birth control anyway, so you’ll probably be fine. Worst case scenario you can just ask Doctor for help.
Actually, on second thought you’d definitely be better off just getting the morning after pill from the pharmacy. No offense Doctor, but you’re pretty sure he’d take the chance to try and convince you to participate in some weird tests again. No thanks.
“Go ahead, Pierrot. I want it. Please, please give it to me, I want it so, so badly- ah!” He’s back inside you in a second, his hips ramming against yours so hard that you’re only saved from crashing against the headboard by the copious amount of pillows that cushion your head. Fireworks of pleasure burst in your brain and down your spine as you cum again and again on his cock until he finally cums with you. Similar to Harlequin, he growls as he finishes. In contrast to the twin dicked monster, however, Pierrot doesn’t settle for just sinking his length deep into your hole. He needs to make sure that every last drop makes it into your hole, he needs to ensure that you won’t leave afterwards.
A ragged gasp rattles your chest as you feel something pop between your legs and you’re stuffed so full that it’s a little uncomfortable between the waves of pleasure. Then, and only then, does he allow himself release. While Pierrot might not have two dicks worth of cum, he makes up for it by spilling deep inside you while rocking his hips against your ass to ensure that all of it stays inside.
“Ah, ah, more- please, gonna, again- hah!” You’re too deep in pleasure to be capable of being ashamed of yourself for begging for more even after cumming multiple times on him. Pierrot does not judge, however. He’s more than happy to continue rocking into you, his cock pressing gently against the incredibly sensitive bundle of nerves until you gush around his knot, your hole squeezing him rhythmically in a way that feels absolutely perfect. He’s never heard a better sound than your tired voice warbling his name, never felt more happy at knowing that he’s the reason you feel good.
A needy whimper leaves his mouth as his hips jerk and more cum spurts out into your already full pussy. Your jaw drops and you moan desperately into the pillows at the overstimulating feeling of being so full. Each added dollop of warm cum sends another shiver of white hot pleasure down your body. You don’t even realize you’re smothering yourself until Pierrot pulls you up and sits you on his lap with your head tilted back against his shoulder. His eyes are incredibly soft now as you wait out his knot together. An endless stream of loving praises, offers of water and cut pieces of fruit make the thirty minutes feel like barely any wait at all as he cares for you and your exhausted body.
Even when his knot finally deflates and allows him to pull out of your sore hole, he continues to hold you and prioritize your comfort over all else. He carefully wipes between your legs with a warm washcloth, taking care to avoid putting too much pressure on your sensitive folds and dresses you in a luxuriously soft red nightgown and comfortable underwear with his name handsewn on the ass. After a quick trip to the bathroom (only made quick by Pierrot carrying you there and helping wipe you up and wash your hands despite your insistence that you can do it yourself) you settle against his chest and fall fast asleep in his arms.
Pierrot only allows himself to sleep once he’s certain that you’re not going to wake up or leave without him knowing, his arms wrapping around you like a loving steel cage. You were already his, but now that he’s been able to indulge in you to his heart’s content? You’re never, ever leaving.