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Her blood rushes furiously through her body, and she can hear it whooshing in her ears. It makes her dizzy, with her heart pounding frantically in her chest cavity, pumping as much blood as it can to power her limbs to run, run, run.
She dodges fallen trees, rocky outcroppings and the little creatures that skitter across the forest floor, launching and propelling herself forward until she can gain a little distance between her and the thing that’s been chasing her.
Running nonstop for ten minutes has its downsides though, because her breath comes out shorter and shorter, until she is gulping down as much oxygen as she can without stopping. Her arms pump furiously, and she can hear the rustling and crunching of leaves behind her, gaining on her quickly, no matter how fast she aims to run.
She is only human, after all, and that fact is exactly why she has found herself in this predicament.
Just as she thinks she has found solace in escape, she is nearly thrown over the edge of a cliff. She nearly slides off from the speed at which she was running, and has to flail her arms in front of her to make sure she doesn’t fall off the side into the rushing water that catches big waves against the rocky cliffside.
A hand grips her waist, pulling her back against them, another hand curling around the front of her neck and wrenching it to the side to expose it. Her heartbeat is thundering, and she is sure her assailant can hear it, for it rivals the crashing waves hundreds of feet below.
A nose grazes the arteries along the side of her neck, breathing in softly, soft lips pressing tender kisses against the nape. A low purr sounds in their throat, a soft sigh escaping their lips. A tongue flicks out and licks along the tendons straining in her neck as she tries fruitlessly to pull away.
“My, my, Miss Furina,” the voice says, rich and decadent, like the slice of chocolate cake Furina had for dessert after lunch that afternoon. “Looks like you’ve reached a dead end, my little droplet.” Furina’s heart thunders in her ears, but it’s not out of fear, but rather out of arousal and excitement.
Furina tilts her neck a bit further to the side, rolling it back a bit so her captor could nose along her jaw, placing featherlight kisses against her pulse point. “I had hoped to keep the chase going a bit longer.” She admitted, eyes closed as the hand around her waist tightened slightly, nails digging into her side, pinpricks of pain shooting up her spine. She moaned softly, a whisper of a thing, and the one behind her smiled.
“You did well, my beautiful prey.”
At this, Furina went loose in that hold, knowing he would never drop her.
She was held up by two dextrous arms, attached to the most beautiful being Furina had ever seen, and as she opened her eyes, her blue met beautiful red. A red full of hunger and lust and wanting that made Furina’s core ache so fiercely, she feared that he would be able to smell it.
“Arlecchino.” She moaned, her arms still dangling at her sides from where they were held in place. “Please.” She pleaded, and not one to disappoint, Arlecchino used the arm around Furina’s waist and spun her around, the hand that cupped her jaw was now wrapped around her neck, but there was no pressure, just an anchor to keep her in place
“Please what, my droplet?” Arlecchino teased, tongue poking out from his ruby red lips and tonguing at their elongated canines. Furina shuddered thinking about those fangs in her neck, in her wrist, the fat of her thighs, and at the apex of her cunt, which was growing wetter by the second. Her legs wobbled.
“Please give me what I want.” Furina whined, her breaths coming out short, her heart still racing slightly from the chase moments prior. “I want you.” She answered unabashedly, gazing up at her lover, who’s pale face was illuminated so beautifully against the moonlight's stark glow. His white and black hair was practically glowing, and Furina couldn’t help but fall further and further in love with the person in front of her.
Arlecchino was not one to let his lover want for long, so as he grazed his fangs along her throat, nosing for that pulse point, his hand, which was placed imperceptibly lower than before, slipped underneath Furina’s night shirt, a silken thing he would mourn after he ruined it.
As he felt himself grow wetter, breathing in the scent of her, his fangs pricked at her neck, and a stifled gasp left Furina’s mouth, a whimper escaping, blown away by the sound of the crashing waves.
Biting down, Arlecchino moaned unabashedly at the way Furina’s blood immediately filled his mouth. It was always so sweet, a testament to the food that Furina consumed on a daily basis, combined with a bitter tang from the teas supplied to her by their Iudex. It was rich and thick, warm rivulets running down his jaw, and Arlecchino was nothing if not greedy, gripping Furina tighter and tighter until she was pressed up so tightly against him, you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other started.
Furina was whimpering, the pain from the initial bite mixing with the arousal that was filling her entire body as Arlecchino drank, and drank and drank. Her head was growing a bit fuzzy, but she only had to tap on his side, a little thing that signaled a need for a moment. Arlecchino pulled back, and Furina nearly came at the sight of his mouth covered in her blood, his tongue licking along his lips as he tried to get as much blood from her as possible.
“You taste divine,” He said softly, and Furina ached so furiously that she gripped the lapels on Arlecchino’s collar and pulled him towards her mouth, pressing a chaste kiss to those ruby red lips that glistened with her blood.
It was not enough for the nightcrawler, however, and he cradled the back of her head until their lips were smushed together, his tongue snaking in between her lips, claiming her mouth with his. The taste was metallic from the blood that was taken just moments prior, and Furina, as insane as she was, relished in knowing it was hers and hers only.
Arlecchino’s palms cupped Furina’s cheeks, black thumbs swiping back and forth against the apples of them as he licked into her mouth, tongue swiping along the backs of her teeth, taking and taking and taking until Furina feared she had nothing more to give him.
A gasp left her as she felt their hand trail down the side of her neck, thumb pressing the bite wound, and an explosion of light shuttered behind Furina’s eyelids. Her knees buckled, but Arlecchino kept a steady hold on her, wrapping her tightly in his arms.
The sounds of their kissing were loud against the silence in the night, drowning out even the most ferocious of waves below. Moans and grunts left them both as they rutted against each other, and Furina feared she may burst at the seams if she wasn’t taken care of soon.
“Arle…” She whispered, pulling away, mesmerized by the string of spit that tied them together, tinted red with the blood that was still on her partner's lips. It broke when Arlecchino spoke again.
“As you wish.” He said, and gathered the beautiful woman he called his into his arms, monitoring her wound. When he confirmed it was okay, and the blood had already clotted, he set off at a brisk pace, going back the way in which they came.
It took only a few moments, with his preternatural speed and grace, jumping over obstacles and taking another route unbeknownst to Furina, they arrived at their estate, a small cabin in the woods, just off the course of the main road. He kept Furina in his arms the entire time, moving to open the door and step over the threshold.
The house was chilled, kept cool during the summers and springs, and with autumn on the horizon, Furina basked in the chilly air of their home, knowing that soon it would be the same temperature outside, and her and her lover could spend more time out and about, with the sun going down earlier, which proved to be a wondrous experience for them both.
Careful of her head, Arlecchino cradled Furina close to his chest, using his foot to close the door behind them before stalking towards their shared bedroom, kicking open the door wider and walking to the bed where he unceremoniously dropped Furina. She bounced slightly and beamed up at him, and if Arlecchino were a comedian, he might have pretended to shield his eyes from the sunlight that was her smile.
However, he was on a mission, and that mission included Furina completely naked, begging for his cock. The image that flooded his mind made him feel weak momentarily, and he almost collapsed at the arousal that filled his body. He wanted to ruin her so badly, but at the same time wanted to salvage her and leave her unscathed.
There would be other times to be gentle. After all, he was a gentleman.
Furina began to unbutton her trousers before Arlecchino’s hand laid upon hers, pushing it out of the way and finishing her action. Furina shivered, but spread her legs wider to allow for Arlecchino to unzip them, his fingers lingering where heat emitted. He could smell her, her scent so strong it made him dizzy.
He sat on his knees in front of her, pulling her off the side of the bed where her ass dangled off, and began pulling her legs from each limb of her pants, pressing chaste kisses where skin was exposed to the air.
Goosebumps arose on Furina’s thighs, and she shivered as Arlecchino gazed up at her, glowing red eyes menacing and tantalizing. It made her sweat slightly, thinking of those eyes between her legs as he ate her out to hell and back.
Harsh breaths left her as his hands snaked up her torso, bunching up the blouse she had on under her breasts, which he gave a soft squeeze to, earning a squeak. He smiled, lips pressed against the cusp of her knee, a soft kiss being placed before he began moving back up, trailing kisses on her thigh, alternating sides, breathing in the heady scent of her cunt.
“You smell…heavenly.” That was the only word he could think of to describe her scent. There was truly nothing that could compare, and not even her blood tasted or smelled as good as her cunt did. Furina blushed, and Arlecchino relished in the blood rushing to his lovers face, a stark contrast to how pale she was normally. “I can’t wait to ruin you.” He said, placing a kiss on the apex of her thighs, where her clit was waiting.
Furina whimpered, spreading her legs impossibly wider, and Arlecchino zeroed in on the wet stain on her underwear. It was dark and large, impossibly so, and Arlecchino wondered where it could have all possibly come from. “Gods…” He murmured, and Furina took one of the hands that cupped her breasts and brought it to her cunt, where she watched him swipe at her, a convulsing gasp leaving her lips.
“Fuck…please.” She practically begged, and Arlecchino stood swiftly, gripping the hem of Furina’s top and pulling it up and over her head, revealing soft and supple breasts, unsupported by a bra. Arlecchino practically groaned as Furina’s tits bounced, their size fitting perfectly in each of his hands.
He gripped them and squeezed, almost hard enough to hurt, and Furina whimpered, which turned into a gasp as Arlecchino pinched her nipples, twisting them slightly, and her back arched, pressing further into those teasing hands. “Fuck, Gods. Please, Arlecchino. I-I can’t. Please.” There was a desperation to her words, and Arlecchino felt himself grow hard.
“Okay, droplet. Okay.” He conceded, leaning down and pressing a long kiss to her lips. He dropped to his knees again, the plush carpet cushioning the impact, and pulled Furina even further off the bed, until her back was practically bent. Furina giggled at her state, and made to scooch back a bit more, but Arlecchino held on tightly, throwing her legs over his shoulders.
This quieted Furina, and her gaze was heady as Arlecchino placed biting kisses along the crease of her thighs, her legs jumping slightly from adrenaline. Her neck ached a bit, but in the best way, and she panted as Arlecchino began nibbling at her cunt through her underwear, and she knew the wet patch was growing more and more.
“You’re going to ruin them,” Furina complained, and swallowed when Arlecchino cast his gaze up to her, a lust filled haze in his eyes. This shut her up completely, and Arlecchino’s fingers started inching upwards, grabbing onto the hem of Furina’s underwear, pulling them down.
Getting the hint, Furina lifted her hips up, and Arlecchino pulled her underwear down to her calves, moving his head so he could access her easier. Her underwear was still on her legs, but she would worry about throwing them off in a bit, and shivered as the cold air touched her cunt. She could feel it pulsing under his gaze.
“Magnificent.” Arlecchino breathed, as if he had never seen something so wondrous in his life. Furina tried not to giggle, because just last night they had done the same thing, sans the life or death chase.
Warm breath coasted over Furina’s pussy, and she gasped, feeling Arlecchino’s hands grip her hips tightly, before burying her tongue in her folds.
Furina arched off the bed almost immediately, and she felt like she was working out as her core strained to hold her awkward position, but she had to see her partner in between her thighs at least once tonight.
Nose buried in the hair that Furina kept neatly trimmed, Arlecchino’s mouth opened and his tongue darted out, licking a short stripe up Furina’s entrance and to her clit. Furina’s hand immediately buried itself in Arlecchino’s hair, the hold tightening the more he swiped his tongue up and down, side to side.
Her hips canted into his mouth, and Arlecchino opened his eyes, red falling on blue, and he moaned loudly, the vibrations sending shockwaves through Furina’s entire body. His tongue was inside of her in moments, head moving side to side to stimulate her clit a bit more. He always liked to use teeth, and his canines scraped her folds, stimulating her in so many places that she became incredibly lightheaded.
She was thrusting her hips into his mouth, and one of his hands moved to be between her thighs, thumb and middle finger holding her folds open while his index rubbed harsh circles and jagged lines on her clit.
Furina all but shouted, thighs clamping closed as she was filled and stimulated at the same time, and Arlecchino relished in it. His own cunt was wet, his boxers now imperceptibly ruined as he feasted on his beloved. The hand in his hair tightened harshly, and if he were human, he might have growled at the pain, but instead, he thrived on the feeling of Furina losing her mind. It was his mouth that was doing this to her. His.
She could feel the buildup in her lower stomach first, and it always felt like a cramp, and she swirled her hips in a small circle to stimulate that one point that always threw her over the edge. Arlecchino knew it well, and when he finally put his mouth onto her clit and sucked , Furina shrieked, thrusting her hips one last time as she came all over his mouth.
Panting, Furina fell back on the plush bed, catching her breath. Arlecchino stood after removing her legs from his shoulders, placing them gingerly back down so they dangled off the bed, and removed her underwear fully. He barely allowed her a moment's reprieve though, because he soon began assaulting her breasts, leaving bruising marks and bites along them, which caused Furina to once again grow wet between her thighs.
“Stop,” Furina begged, her arousal beginning anew. Arlecchino, though, knew this request to be futile, because he pulled back a moment, undoing the buttons on his blazer and throwing it to the side before unbuttoning his dress shirt. Furina watched as his chest came into view, the star shaped scars under his nipples were stark against the pale of his skin, the moonlight filtering in from the windows basking him in the glow.
Arlecchino then pulled off his shoes, beautiful red soled things with golden accents, and unbuttoned his trousers, pulling them and his boxers off in a few smooth motions. Furina could only stare as her lover undressed himself, looking more like a God than a damned creature from hell.
She stared at his cunt, the bush of hairs there glistening with his own arousal. She loved how unruly the hair there was, it always felt amazing sliding against her own pussy, and she salivated, thinking about putting her mouth there and taking his own pleasure for her own.
“Lay back.” Arlecchino instructed, and Furina grinned, instead moving to the head of the bed and placing a pillow under her neck. “You don’t stop until I tell you to. Understood, my droplet?” Furina could only nod, making childish grabby hands at her beloved.
Arlecchino crawled onto the bed, his hair flowing over his shoulders and making him look so lovely that Furina’s heart soared. His black tinted hands found purchase on either side of her head, and he positioned his cunt over her mouth before dropping down onto her awaiting tongue, which darted out at the last second.
Furina couldn’t help but groan at the musky scent and taste of him. There was truly nothing that could describe what his pussy smelled like. All she could say was that it smelled like him, and that was her favorite scent in the world.
Her hands came up to hold onto his thighs, nose buried in the dark and thick hairs, staring up at him with blue eyes that shone in the light. Arlecchino gritted his teeth as Furina began licking his clit, pulling his cunt over her mouth over and over until they had worked up a rhythm.
Gripping the headboard, Arlecchino grunted as Furina went to work on bringing him over the edge. He was a quiet lover mostly, but sometimes, if Furina tried hard enough, he would make noises, and lots of them, and that’s what Furina was going for.
It took a few minutes of work, but soon, Arlecchino was whimpering, gasping for breath as Furina ate him out, sucking hard on his dick and the area surrounding. Furina felt herself leaking, and as if Arlecchino knew this, his hand reached behind him and rubbed her clit in time with her tongue swiping his. She gasped and moaned, sending a feeling of vibration up Arlecchino’s cunt, and at that, he rubbed harder before shoving a finger deep into her.
Furina pulled off his mound for a moment, jerking her hips up to signal him to continue his ministrations, which he did. She groaned, attaching her mouth back to his opening and licked into him. Arlecchino’s back bowed, and Furina felt he was close, so she continued her onslaught, not letting up until he removed his finger and was rocking back and forth against her tongue.
She could feel the moment he came, because he ground so hard on her mouth that she couldn’t see past the hair, and he let out a growl so visceral, Furina felt herself let go as well, her second orgasm of the night ripping through her.
Arlecchino hadn’t asked her to stop, though, so she kept going, feeling a bit more feral once her partner had orgasmed with her. She buried her head deep, eyes gazing up and meeting his, watching as his mouth opened, trying to suck in more and more air, grinding on Furina’s face as he chased another orgasm that followed quickly after his first.
He tapped her hand that was on his thigh, and she pulled away, pouting. Arlecchino smiled softly at her, pushing her sweaty bangs back, exposing her forehead. “Good girl.” He said, and Furina purred a bit.
As Arlecchino got up, he lay his body next to hers, pulling her tightly against him, hooking her leg over his hip and slotting his thigh in between her legs.
“Rut.” He commanded, and Furina, who was sure she still had several orgasms left within her, complied.
She rubbed her pussy along his thigh, her clit catching on his skin and making her shiver. Arlecchino watched as a glistening wet stripe was left behind each time Furina moved her hips back. “Just like that, beloved.” He whispered before he slid his hand to her ass, pulling her cheek apart just slightly and assisting her ruts.
He brought her mouth to his with his other hand, and tasted himself on her lips, mingled with her arousal as well. They panted into each other's mouths, Furina whining as her hands scrambled for purchase on his back, dull nails scraping down it, surely leaving marks that would disappear in a few hours.
“That’s my girl.” Arlecchino whispered, and Furina whined, her hips stuttering, and he gripped her harder, bringing her to completion on his thigh.
When the aftershocks died down, Arlecchino nosed her hairline, placing soft kisses along her face, rubbing her ass where she gripped her harshly before moving up her back, and back down again in a soothing motion.
“You’re still hard,” Furina noticed, feeling how wet Arlecchino was on her own thigh. Arlecchino nodded, but made no move to rectify it. “Let me help.” Furina asked, gazing up into his eyes and fluttering them. Arlecchino simply laughed.
“I have a better idea.” He said, pushing himself back and getting off the bed, walking over to their shared drawer of the dresser by the bathroom door. He rifled through it, looking for a specific toy, before finding it and pulling it out, brandishing it in the air.
Furina shuddered at the double headed dildo, her cunt growing wet again. “I think I still have another left in me.”
“Oh, my droplet. Even if you didn’t, we would find one.”
Furina nearly came at those words alone as her partner strode towards her on the bed. “Sit up.” He commanded, and Furina did, her back straight as he prowled on the bed, his gaze dark.
The dildo was long, and Furina’s mouth salivated at its length, watching in earnest as Arlecchino reached into his bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube.Though they were both wet, he liked to take extra precaution when inserting.
“What a gentleman.” Furina giggled, and Arlecchino flashed her a biting smile, his fangs glinting momentarily. She watched as he poured a bit of lube onto the dildo, spreading it down about a quarter. Her eyes widened in interest as he spread his legs, leaning back onto one arm, and began slowly inserting the lubed up tip into his cunt. He grunted at the size and girth, and once it was seated, he splayed out like a typical man.
“Go ahead.” He motioned, situating himself so Furina could sit in between his legs. She gulped and wrapped her fingers around its girth, sliding her hand up and down. Because it wasn’t attached to anything, it pushed itself deeper into Arlecchino, who hissed. “Suck it.” He said, and Furina couldn’t resist, taking it all the way down her throat in one motion.
She was a pro at this, having practiced on her own in her younger years, and having done this exact same thing a few times in the past. Though her throat didn’t go on forever, her gag reflex had lessened over the months, and she took him deep, deep down until tears sprang to her eyes.
His cock was hard, and his eyes were glazed, mouth open. Furina took him up and down, her pussy growing wet again. Tears ran down her face as she held herself down, her nose rustling against his pubes, and his hand landed on her head, forcing her down more before pulling her back up. She sputtered.
“Good girl.” He panted. “You’re so beautiful, my darling girl. You’re so good.” Furina was amazed. He was babbling.
She kept taking him down, the silicone pushing further and further into him until his hips started fucking upwards. “Want you on it when I come.” He said, and Furina took it as a cue to shift herself upwards, her pussy grazing it. He helped her lower herself onto it, and she groaned as it filled her inch by inch. She hadn’t been stretched beforehand, so it burned, but she was so wet that it felt wonderful.
“Gods. Oh.” She groaned. “Fu-uck.” She cried as their pussies met, her clit rubbing his. “Fuck, baby. My Gods.” And he hadn’t even started fucking her yet.
He grinned viciously, pulling her impossibly closer until their mouths met in the middle. He thrusted his hips up into her furiously, and she cried out, unable to do anything but take it like the good girl she was.
“You’re such a good girl.” Arlecchino panted, gritting his teeth so hard Furina could hear them grind together. He held her arms in a vice-like grip, pinning them to her sides so she could do nothing but bounce up and down, her thighs burning with the strain. “My little slut. Gonna breed you like the whore you are.” He said, and Furina moaned, a guttural thing that sounded animalistic. “Would you like that? Huh?” He asked.
Furina nodded and choked out a sound that seemed like a yes. “P-please.” She hiccuped. “Get me pregnant, please.”
“I’m gonna. You’re gonna look s-so good. So full of my children.” He said, punctuating children with a thrust of his hips so deep that Furina almost fell off of him. He was blabbering again, and Furina loved to hear it, agreeing with whatever he said, even if it wasn’t biologically feasible.
“G-gonna make you a father.” She cried out, her orgasm approaching. “Fuck, please. Please.” Arlecchino thrusted into her one final time before she saw his face go slack, and she followed right after, that dildo still so deep inside her.
They lay like that for what seemed like hours, before she felt a hand in her hair, smoothing it back. “My droplet.” Arlecchino whispered, and Furina didn’t realize she had dozed off until then. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Furina could only nod slightly as her lover carefully pulled her off, a whine leaving her mouth as the dildo popped out of her cunt. Arlecchino carefully removed it from himself and dropped it off the side of the bed, uncaring until the morning when he would clean.
He lifted Furina off the bed, cradling her in his arms and walking slowly to the bathroom, his own legs a bit wobbly. There, he started a hot bath full of salts and soaps, having placed Furina gently on the toilet seat.
“You too.” Furina said, sleepily, her eyes shutting for a moment.
“Of course, my darling.” Was all Arlecchino said to her, picking her up and placing her in the tub where she sighed at the heat of the water. Behind her, Arlecchino slid into his place behind her, pulling her back to his front.
They fell asleep just like that in the tub, and when they awoke a few hours later, Furina complained that her fingers resembled raisins, and to make up for it, Arlecchino ate her out one last time.