Arlecchino (smut)
Lies and tricks.
This was what a show meant to the 10th Fatui Harbinger.
A show.
Something that could be used as a facade.
Something that was nothing but a mere illusion.
Arlecchino despised that, but the same way she loved it.
And a thing that she loved even more, or at least she thought, was the way all those lies were brutally torn apart from you during those intimate moments that highlighted her week.
The way your moans caressed her ears, like an addictive melody that she rarely got to hear.
The way her body towered over you made her feel good.
See how your face contorted in pleasure...or in pain, only aroused her more.
Every reaction of yours wanted her to push things more, to ravish you like an animal, all to tear off that perfect mask of respectability and hypocrisy that you wore.
That everyone wore in Fontaine.
The lights were off, both due to the late hour and to the fact that the building was closed, but if one dared to venture inside they would have come across a certain couple.
And that couple didn't like to be interrupted.
Moans of pure bliss filled the large room, followed by the wet sound of Arlecchino's fingers buried inside your heat.
"What a whore..." The woman whispered in your ear, her tone filled with spite.
"...and to think that noble act you create around yourself in public can be broken by only doing this"
The Knave's fingers curled up, your walls clenching yet another time against her.
A loud moan escaped from your lips, your back arched.
"What is it, you like this? Aren't you a pathetic little slut?Hmm?"
Arlecchino rubbed your clit slowly, the pad of her finger pressing down on the sensible bundle of nerves.
You whimpered, bucking your hips in her hands, craving for more.
The woman smirked, her hand grabbing your chin and tilting it up. "What do you say when you want something, ma chère?"
You panted, heavily, but no sound came out of your lips.
"I said, what do you say when you want something?"
A powerful slap made your face turn to the other side. You rubbed your cheek, as to soathe the pain, a red mark appearing already and mixing with the purple bruises that Arlecchino's teeth left earlier in the night.
"P-please..." You breathed, chest rising and falling rapidly.
Another slap.
"And what do I always say about mumbling? Hm?" The Harbinger raised her hand, ready to strike another hit.
"You need to speak louder, mon cœur"
"Please..."
"Please what? You want me to do what?"
You whined pathetically, the cold air reminding you of the warmth that Arlecchino deprived you of.
"Voulez-vous vous faire baiser? Don't you?Pathétique..."
The impact of her palm with your skin was oh so painful, yet you loved every second of it. The way every contact you had with her made butterflies swirl in your stomach, her voice heavenly perfect to your ears. Her devilish aura covered by her angelic appearance was only more appealing in your eyes. Like an innocent bird you flied high in the skies, until Arlecchino didn't tangle you in her cage of love, desire and cravings.
She was your drug, and you were hers.
You nodded frantically at her question, and she sighed.
"Oh, mon amour, am I not clear enough?"
The sweet voice was immediately replaced by a stern one.
"You have to use your words love, how can I understand you if you don't? Do you want to get punished like the naughty little slut you are?"
Her fingers slipped inside your needing cunt yet another time, slowly digging inside the soft flesh.
"Or... don't tell me this was your plan all along! You like being treated like a worthless bitch. You wanted to get fucked until your little brain couldn't properly function anymore, huh?"
The woman's fingers started to slide faster into your heat.
Arlecchino's eyes were fixed on you, savouring every little reaction you made.
Moans erupted from you, louder and higher as your climax got closer.
"A-ah, I'm gonna-"
The Harbinger's mouth closed on yours, tongues locked in a dance of fire.
Your walls tightened, Arlecchino's hand rubbing your clit, until your vision turned white.
Your orgasm made your legs tremble, your thighs wet with your own arousal.
Arlecchino, though, didn't slow down.
"Arlecchino~ T-too much..."
"Oh? So after all your pleas you want to stop? Hmm..."
A disappointed look darkened her eyes.
She smirked.
"It seems like you need more punishment, love"