Pantalone (smut)
People said that the Regrator had a particular taste for fancy objects, but the things he enjoyed most were all the stuff he could not buy.
It was the same with you.
He spent months trying to get to you, only to be rejected over and over again.
Like a cruel game, the two of you continued to show interest in the other, only for refusing to aknowledge each other presence.
This day, though, was different.
You were pinned on the cold ground, Pantalone's coat tickling the exposed skin of your stomach.
His knee was in between your legs, as he gripped your hands and pushed them on the cold floor.
His lips ghosted your ear, and his intoxicating smell filled your nostrils.
"It seems that this time you really have no choice if not face me"
His voice shoot chills through your spine. In an attempt to free yourself you tried to move, only for the grip on you to tighten more.
"Let me go".
Your voice was supposed to be firm and convincing, but it was all the opposite.
"Not until you... How can I say..." A fake thinking face appeared on the man's features. "...you do some favours for me".
You couldn't say you were not enjoying that, every single thing the man said made butterflies swirl in your stomach.
It was also true that you catched every occasion for teasing and flirting with him.
At first it was nothing much that a few sentences here and there, but then you began to become more... touchy.
Caressing his arms, placing your hand on his chest, all of this in an absolute random contest, and slowly the Regrator was pushed over the edge.
Big hands travelled from your arms to your hips, Pantalone 's crotch grinding against you.
You could feel his hardness growing.
"I am not sure whether this is a good idea or not". The words left your lips in a whisper, but the man heard you anyways.
"My dear, I am merely returning your favors" his voice was oh, so sweet, but a note of malice could be heard under all of his lovely facade. "Well, sure, a little more than what you gave me" he concluded.
Without hesitation, his lips met yours into a desperate kiss. For how long the man failed to find someone willing to play his abductive games? Too long, you thought, as your guest lifted your skirt and removed your underwear in a swift move.
He knelt in front of you, his fingers immediately greeted by your wetness, as a breathy moan left your lips.
"So wet for me" he whispered, his mouth so close to your pussy that you could feel every vibration in his voice.
In response, you simply caressed his hair.
They were silky under your touch, not a single knot in them. In annoyance at such perfection, you clutched your fist and pulled.
A low groan echoed in the room.
Oh.
Oh.
That was... unexpected.
You pulled again, and the man at your knees groaned.
"Are you... into that?"
You were interrupted when the man gave a long lick on your slick.
"You taste good".
A moan made its way out of your lips.
You bucked your hips into his face, basically begging for more contact.
"More"
You pulled the Regrator's hair again.
He chuckled, amused, grabbing your thights firmly. You felt his tongue prodding at your entrance, sucking and licking every liquid that escaped your folds.
Your whines became moans of pleasure, a familiar knot forming into your stomach as Pantalone groaned into your core.
The possibilities that the future had to offer were truly infinite.
Just a few months ago you were just another associate for him, the thought of the two of you being in a room alone in such an erotic act was simply unacceptable.
Now you were starting to like the paths that the destiny left open for you, as your orgasm was ripped out of you.
You felt your legs tremble, the familiar rush of heat exploding in your belly.
"Don-nt stop"
The words came out choked, but somehow Pantalone still understood.
Helping you through your high, he slipped a finger into your cunt.
"Ah!"
Your moan sounded more like a squeal, overstimulation taking over the pleasure.
"Too much!"
The Regrator's face appeared from between your legs, tongue licking his lips.
"Oh? I guess it's time for you to return the favor then?"
He sat on a little sofa nearby, spreading his legs.
The bulge in his pants was bigger than before.
Kneeling in front of him you unbuckled his belt.
You felt like your limbs were gelatine.
Your legs shook, and your hands trembled when you came in contact with the fabric of the man's underwear, and, after taking a big breath, you took them off.
The sight made a tear run down your naked tight.
Pantalone's cock was ready, right in front of you.
The tip was leaking so much that the whole member was already soaked with the glistening liquid. The lenght was impressive, and so the girth of it. Pretty veins ran through the base.
A hand closed on your head, grabbing your hair and dragging you in front of his dick. With your nose basically buried into the dark curls of his pelvis, you looked up at him.
"What happened? Cat got your tongue? Usually you are so talkative my dear". Again with that sweet tone. "Well, it doesn't matter now. Come on, why don't you give me a hand here?".
He was smirking, eyes closed as usual and head resting on his hand. Messy hair, from your previous pulling, were the only thing that indicated that he was about to get his soul sucked out of his dick.
You kissed the tip, just to hear a low groan.
"Yes, that's just right".
You started sucking the tip like it was a lollipop, your lips wet after being in contact with the waterfall of precum that was slowly dripping off, but that was not enough for the hunger of the man above you.
You felt your throat burning painfully as the lenght of the man was forcefully slammed down.
Tears formed in your eyes, and you tried to grip his thights for support, choking.
The hand that pushed you towards the base of the Harbinger's dick didn't let you back out, and so you were forced to settle quickly at this new... situation of yours. Praising reached your ears, telling how good you were being, and how the man wanted to keep you like that forever.
Hollowing your cheeks you bobbed your head a few times.
A moan encouraged you to keep going.
Without worrying about the stinging pain of the back of your throat being used like that, you fastened the pace, until you felt the lenght stuffed in your mouth twitching. Ropes of a white, sticky liquid filled your mouth.
You slowly backed off, coughing, but Pantalone had other plans.
With a move faster than lightning he grabbed your waist, slamming you on the little sofa.
"You didn't think that I would let you go so easily, right?"
"Wait, I-"
You were interrupted by the Harbinger's lips, pressing on yours so desperately.
You opened your mouth, and the man caught that opportunity for slipping his tongue into you.
His mouth trailed down your neck, leaving dark bruises on every inch of skin that he managed to touch.
You felt your legs being opened, a warm presence rubbing on your entrance.
"I think you are ready enough for this".
You only moaned in response, arching your back and humping his lenght.
"Oh, you are so needy."
Slowly, Pantalone slid the tip of his cock inside you.
A muffled scream erupted through the room.
"I-it hurts!"
"Shh, I promise you will feel good now".
Slamming down his hips, The Regrator managed to slam his dick down your pussy.
"AAH!"
His thrusts became more aggressive, the sound of wet skin slapping together filled the room, and so the smell of hot sex.
"Now, don't make that much noise, what if the people in the ballroom outside heard you, huh?"
"Y-you are a jer-k" you breathed.
"Oh yeah? Then why are you such a mess for me?"
As to prove his point, his cock hitted a spot that made you widen your eyes.
You threw back your head, nails digging into Pantalone's shoulders.
"Oh, so you like that spot?"
The Harbinger's thrusts became more erratic, until your walls tightened.
His dick, rock hard, was being squeezed so hard that the man felt on the verge of losing his mind.
Pounding in you faster, he could feel his high approaching.
"I am about to cum!" You screamed.
Your moans became louder and higher, a knot in your stomach.
"A-aah, your pussy feels so good" The Regrator's fingers rubbed your clit, until you felt liquids gushing out of you.
A wave of pure euphoria left you washed out, the man's dick still sliding into your folds.
Suddenly, you felt yourself being filled up by a hot liquid.
Pantalone finally came too, his seed slowly dripping off your walls and staining the pinkish velvet of the sofa.
"You know, I don't like the waste" Pantalone said, zipping up his pants.
"Don't let all of my cum drop on the sofa".