You Won't
A/N: This is a 'what if' ending to A Damselette and her Pierrot, not the real ending. The third chapter is 50% done but I got hit with inspiration again. This is 100% smut so no minors.
Dark.
So Dark.
A void of color that heightened every sound, every shuffle of fabric, every puff of breath. It made the fear in your bones rattle with every harsh breath; in your head whispers loud enough to sound like it was surrounding you called in the dark. Jeered, and made ghostly whispers.
Your shoulders hunched, heart hammering like a hummingbirds wings but it felt like it would beat from your chest. One hand held to the top of your bump while your free arm lay atop it, as if protecting it from the monsters in the dark. Tears fell from the corners of your eyes as you fought collapsing to your knees. It would only make the nothingness seem ever bigger.
His hand found your shoulder. His eyes shown like two blazing suns above you, pupils shrunk into the smallest pinprick he had ever aimed in your direction.
How long had he been standing in front of you? How long had he watched in the darkness as you grew more and more fearful? How long had he just stood there and let you choke down tears?
“P-p-,” you licked your lips, “Pierrot.” Your voice came out broken, eyes staring up into those orbs the color of the sun. Your hand reached, falling upon his naked chest, below his clavicle; close to his heart, closer still to the first bite mark you had left on him at his urging.
He stayed silent, not even a blink at the sound of your voice and his hand dropped from your shoulder. The darkness seemed to emphasize how much colder it was inside this room, this tent? Especially without his hand on you any longer.
God where were you? Why isn’t he talking?
Your hand still on his chest grasped a bit more firmly, and you took a wobbly step forward towards the male. Still he did not move, his eyes never broke from your direction. It didn’t matter to you though, if Pierrot was there you were safe.
No, you really weren’t. Your survival depended so heavily on the next few minutes.
You gulped back the saliva in your mouth, your heart still thundering in your ribs. You side stepped ever closer, your stomach brushing so softly against his arm you didn’t even notice.
“Pierrot?” breathy, soft and unsure.
His hands grabbed you again, rougher; nails digging into your flesh and you found yourself moving. The darkness swirled and blended with his eyes till you were suddenly on top of something not quite soft but not entirely uncomfortable.
“Pie-,” a hand, only slightly smaller than your face slapped across your mouth silencing you. It wasn’t harsh, but it had you trembling underneath it. You took it for what it was. Shut up.
The air seemed to still, his eyes lowered closer to your face and that hand around your mouth tightened. It tightened so much you swore you could hear your jaw creak and fresh tears spilled down your cheeks even faster.
Pierrot never hurt you. He’d sooner cut off his own hand than even try to hurt you. Sure he could be rough during intimate situations but he’d never grabbed you hard enough for your bones to throb.
“…did you know?..”
Your brows furrowed, confusion twisting your brows and still his hand did not leave your mouth.
“About the baby.” His voice rasped, a low growl echoing in his words. The usual smooth voice deepened further, and you began to realize he was shaking. Shaking as if holding himself back, or shaking with the force of that growl that was in his chest. “Did you know when you left?”
Your shook your head fast, hands coming up to grasp at the wrist currently holding your mouth shut. Fingers dug into the flesh beneath, and you whined low and terrified. Nails teased at the skin behind your ears, his thumb lightly caressing between your brows and the top of your nose; his grip tightened again, those same nails lightly piercing the thin flesh beneath. Not deep, but the sting made you choke and scramble backwards.
“I DIDN’T! I FOUND OUT TWO MONTHS LATER RO!” your voice reverberates around the endless quiet, and you sink down into the soft cushion.
It smells like him, but there’s something pungent layered on top. The sweetness that’s usually there is soft, like a whisper. Not like his usual scent, strong like fresh baked bread. Still you bury your face into the fabric, curling up with the arm under you cradling your belly and your other shielding your face.
The pinpricks sting. They must be deeper than you thought, and your baby thumps, kicks beneath the skin course around. The smell calms your little one, the quick kicks stop within minutes and its silent all over again. But you don’t want to see him anymore, those eyes, that grip..
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His knee comes down to rest on the bed, then his hand as he climbs atop. His other knees follows before he grips your ankle and tugs, as lightly as he can will himself to. Its not light at all with the way it pulls you across the bed and under him, the high pitched cry that leaves you though.. it excites him. He’s never heard that cry from your lips, you’ve both played of course. Predator and Prey, the Fox and the Rabbit, all enjoyable but that very real scent of fear, that timbre.. it had the beast inside him perk up.
He had to admit to himself though, the way you protected your bump, the baby you shared with him excited him even more. He observed how both your arms now caged your precious belly from his view, how still your nose was absolutely dug into the bedding you would share with him. How your chest moved and your breasts rose with each lungful of his scent. He felt his blood rush downward, felt himself growing.
Mate home.
Wants us.
Round and full.
Need.. more.
Rounder.
Fuller.
The word filled his head, fuller. He needed you fuller. So you could never leave again.
His face lowered, body trapping you beneath him even more. The soft puff of air escaping your lips when his nose nudged the mark he left on your neck. It made the blood in his veins race faster. The mark didn’t smell like him anymore, and it irked the fuck out of him.
His mouth opened and closed in one swift move, locking around the old mark and biting through. Blood gushed into his mouth and he moaned delighted and hungry.
So good. So good.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
Take. Take.
Everything’s mine.
Your scream echoed in his ears, the first moment you were still and then when he pushed deeper you started to move. To trash, arms coming up to push him away. Nails scratching and clawing, legs kicking at angles, one going between his legs before he swiftly caught it and shoved it over and under.
Submit. Mine.
Submit goddammit.
The growl low in his chest erupted all at once and his head perked the tiniest bit. That was all it took for you to still, but those tears of yours melted into his hair. The hiccupping gasps and small whines of pain carried a tune in his ears and his growl lulled I to a soft rumbling sound much like his old purrs. Heavier than his old one.
Good girl.
Submit.
Safe.
Mine.
“Pierrot,” came your soft voice.
“Hmm,” came his mindless sound before he released your neck and shoulder after another quick squeeze of his teeth and your raspy gasp.
“What are you..” her tongue peaked out as she licked your lips and his eyes caught it in the corner of his eye. He stayed crouched, head still close to the bite he had left and just breathing in your smell.
Oh how he missed your smell. Fresh, not as salty as the ocean but like a warm summers day out in the sun. Your skin always smelled like the sun and water, as if you rolled in it every day and night. “…going to do?”
He didn’t answer, instead claws came up, ripping at the middle and sides of the jeans you wore. Your scream echoed before cutting off sharply when his mouth devoured yours in a kiss. Lips, tongue and teeth, he it stop even when the first taste of copper hit his tongue and only moaned in delight.
Your pants in shreds, he then grasped your shirt and yanked ripping the cloth with such ease it lay in tatters around you.
His cock twitched, inside his head everything roared in satisfaction. The smell of your tears, blood, skin and your smells mixing with his own drove him crazy. The sight of your tear stained cheeks, naked body and the swell of your abdomen made his hair stand on end and his blood sing.
Your taste, he could taste the sun on your skin and the hints of him in your blood, he needed more. You were his forever now. The sound of your cries of fear, the blood pumping in your veins faster and faster, your beautiful heart pounding was music he could listen to forever.
“Shh,” he whispered lowly, placing soft pecks on each small cut he left on your lips. Each sting made your face wince, as if expecting another mauling.
“Have you lied to me?” he asks seriously, he’s always known when you lied a little white lie here and there. Kept quiet with a smile, thought it was cute especially when it was always used to surprise him. He trusted you, before. Before you ran off, before you left him without a word, before he found out you kept his child secret and hadn’t thought to at least reach out to him.
He stared down into your eyes, knew the only thing you could see of him were his glowing orbs. Knew you were frightened beyond belief.
“N-no-oh, I swear Pierrot, I didn’t kn-ooow.” Your words stretched with each gulp of air you took and every tremor that shook your body.
He believed you. Your heart hadn’t jumped, your eyes stayed on his despite the fear and your smell didn’t sour. He hand cradled the bump below him, large hand covering the side almost completely and rubbing his thumb against the taut flesh.
A soft wet thrumming came from within, the sound of your shared babies heart. Quick, strong, so healthy. He ignored your prone form, to him in his minds eye you were allowing him to bond with that little bump. Allowing him to run his hand along your expanse and kiss at the flesh beneath him.
In his mind your hand gripped his horns with wanting touches of love and lust as he gradually lowered his kisses down the swell of your belly and upon your mons pubis. Lower still, his mouth opened wider, nose twitching and eyes going half lidded as your pure natural musk hit his nose.
One hand pulled one of your thighs from his side and smoothly pulled it atop his shoulder, his other arm pinning the other between him and the bed. He groaned at your begging hands in his hair, and swiftly licked at your moneyed center.
In reality your hands tried to tug him off and away, a soft, “no, no, no,” echoing throughout your voice, growing higher and higher in pitch. You gripped at his head, his horns trying to push him away, “Not yet, please Pierrot, please talk to me.”
His first swipe of that delicious slender tongue made you gasp, head falling back and leg tightening around his shoulder. You hadn’t been touched for almost 7 months, your body a livewire of need and want. Still you tried, even as one hand gripped his hair and the other pushed and scratched at his horns.
He groaned with each swipe of his tongue, your taste leaking more and more with each pass. His right hand came up once again rubbing so sweetly at the bump above his eyes, this would be the only excuse he'd accept for not seeing your eyes trained on him in the moment of passion. Slowly that same hand traveled down and locked onto the thigh hooked on his shoulder and squeezed that plump flesh.
So good.
Tastes so good.
Missed this. Tastes like me still.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
His other hand slid down to grip the ankle laying by his hip and squeezed gently, fingers working and massaging so methodically while he dipped his tongue inside that sweet heat. Your moans were the sweetest music he’s been longing to hear.
His nails dug into your thigh, sharp pinpricks against smooth flesh and the surprise of it made your leg kick up catching the dull end of left most horn causing him to shove the entirety of his tongue down your tight little passage.
His muffled groan against such sensitive and untouched flesh caused your leg to go back down and wrap tight around the back of his head. Hands clenched, chest jerking up, hips shoving closer into his waiting maw.
Use me.
Use me before I use you.
Never leave again.
Chain you up.
Lock you down.
Never again.
He pulled his tongue free before wrapping those chapped lips tight around your clit, tongue laving left and right as fast as he could. You’d cum into his waiting mouth and then he’d take you. Take you till you submitted. Till you cried with promises to never leave.
Till you believed he never wanted anyone else.
Your body trembled within his hold, even if you wanted to now you couldn’t get away with his weight laying upon your leg and his hand wrapped around your ankle. You could feel the collection of your slick and his drool trail slowly down the curve of your buttocks and slowly down your curved spine.
Mouth opening in a soundless cry, your body wobbled in its position when his lips slurped harder and began running the thickest part of his tongue against your little bundle of nerves. Ankles curving, twitching in his hold he let go and ran those sharp claws up the side of your leg and then over and under to pull the other thigh above his shoulder as well. You were almost sure that somehow he had managed to curl his own tongue in his mouth to flutter the thin tip along the sides of your clit causing tiny little shocks to explode in your mind.
His mouth opened wider, eyes closing in pleasure as a loud growling moan left his mouth and chest causing your entire body to jerk closer, twisting and turning to chase your completion. Pulling away his eyes opened to glance down at your twitching hole. Drool dripped down his chin before he noisily sucked at his own lips to gather every bit of your taste back inside his own mouth.
Tongue sweeping the bottom of his chin, he eyed the growing dark pool beneath your hips, a mixture of your slick and his drool a perfect little mess. Another beautiful thing you created together, he dove back in, tongue sliding in your innermost walls, flicking and moving against every little fold and bunch of flesh inside that cute hole you hid between your thighs.
His eyes closed again, hands squeezing both plump thighs and roughly pulling you close and pinning you down into the mess of you both. Your knees twisted and you cried out, body racing towards the ceiling as lightning flashed behind your eyes. When did you close them? When had you stopped trying to push him away?
He groaned once more, the fresh wave of you falling into his waiting mouth. The way your whole channel clenched and grabbed as if trying to pull him inside of you.
Mine.
Where I belong.
Where You belong.
Back. Knees. Side.
As long as you’re with him.
Your legs crossed tight under his horns, pulling him deep into your center. You felt his nose ridge dig into your clit and his deep inhales as he fought to drink in your scent and air. Still you could feel the warmth of his face, you knew without a doubt there would be a deep red blush painted across his cheeks.
Slowly, he pulled away his tongue sliding free and giving one last flick up against your nub. You jerked in response, hands still lingering in his hair and horns before they slowly dropped to your open thighs. Heaving a breath you pulled them up to the baby bump and tried to calm your racing heart.
You couldn’t see Pierrot’s full form but you watched with lidded eyes as his own rose up from behind your belly. Up and up they went until he rose to the general height of what would constitute him crouched on his knees.
His cock robbed, one of his hands reaching down to fist his length and squeeze the tip. His mouth closed enough to only let out a slow breath of air, eyes falling into two slits as his head tipped back. He watched your breasts move with each lungful of air you took, the muscle twitches your body still experienced in the aftershocks, how your eyes stared back at him in that soft tender way you did before you left.
His hand pumped slowly, his mind turning this way and that. The fire in his blood was rising again, is inner beast yelling to put you back in your place with greater urgency. It needed you under them, back bent, head tilted and you taking everything he gave.
Humming, he leaned back down and over you one arm dug into the bedding beside your face. You made no move, eyes only following him and he huffed in approval. The other hand slid again along your body, nails sending a tingle across your skin causing goose bumps to spring across every expanse he touched.
His hand slid under your right arm and pulled you into a half roll so you’d settle on your side. Only then did you reach and grasp his arm, head flinging up to state into his glowing eyes again. “My stomach,” was all you said as one hand cradled it as you maneuvered in his hold. His hand tightened immediately, claws digging into your soft flesh once more, the pained gasp you let out while staring into his eyes with wet lashes made him rumble.
His mind roared, thinking you’d gained enough bravado to try and comfortable. The logical side of him though tried to piece together your words, your meaning. Stomach? Bump. Cradle? Baby coming? No, he’d smell it. Twinge of discomfort in your face. Good, deserved discomfort. No, no, mate deserves no discomfort. Belly uncomfortable. Ah, baby uncomfortable.
He snatched a nearby pillow from the top of the bed; your old pillow, shoving it under the space between your belly and the bed. A rumbling purr echoing in his chest as you relaxed again, watching you shift into a better comfortable position.
Did you think you were going to sleep? No.
Abruptly he grasped your top leg and pushed it in and up so that your knee rest against your shoulder. Shuffled forward, pointed tip of his dick teasing the folds between your thighs once more. If anything, your hips seemed to shimmy as if welcoming the intrusion.
Blood, slow and warm dripped down your arm as you gazed up into the eyes of your old(?) mate. Was he still yours? Did this mean he still wanted you? Loved you?
He pushed in, powerful hips pressing towards your own in one fluid move. The first thick inch to enter caused your head to fall back, toes scrunching in absolute pleasure. He was warm, so warm everywhere he touched you. Now inside that warmth kept growing making your lashes flutter and mouth to open in a soundless moan.
Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Still he kept pushing in, never have you been able to take so much the first push. Were you really so wet? Were you so needy?
The hand holding your leg up squeezed the further he pushed in. Those beautiful amber eyes you loved so much dilating further into small hearts. You could see them watching your face, watching the minute twitches of your chest, arms, stomach and hips. They explored every piece of flesh they landed on before watching with rapt attention as inch by inch he disappeared between your thighs.
He belonged there.
He was finally home.
Teeth bit into his lip, he gripped the bedding beneath your head tight in effort. He needed control to not snap his hips forward, to bury all of him inside, to not hurt the little life you and he created. He needed to not make you bleed even more than he was already going to.
Finally, he groaned as he pushed against your cervix, still an inch and a half left out in the cold. He didn’t dare push further right now, he tested the waters though; giving an experimental roll of his hips into yours.
The way your body seized, arms coming up to wrap around his arm by your face and to grip at the blankets beneath you. A hoarse grunt and shaky whine echoing from your throat was his answer. He could push, gently. But he could push the boundaries.
He pulled back, and rolled forward again finding a slow rhythm of rolling in deep inside faster than he pulled out. It made his gut burn, his blood rush and the thing in his head hum darkly. It wanted more but this, watching you tremble and shake, hearing you moan and cry stroked the beasts need.
Your nails dug in, breaking the skin, his blood rising to the surface. His rhythm never quickened or slowed after the first change in pace. He needed you to break first. Whether with grip or begging words, or last but not least teeth. You had to do it or he may not be able to hold back entirely.
Your body was hot, moans tumbling from parted lips like a never ending song. Pierrot had always been able to play your body as well as he knew his knives. “Fuck,” you swore, body arching as you fought back the second orgasm of the night. “Fuck, no, please, no, no. Pl-please Pierrot, please.”
Your teeth sank into his wrist, body shaking and twisting as you came. Too much, he was always too much. But the good kind.
He howled when your teeth cut into his wrist, pleasure flooding him even more when you tightened around his aching cock enough that he pushed deeper. Finally, he could feel your skin against his groin, but only just barely. He couldn’t dig into you as before, he couldn’t risk the child you shared.
His body tumble down, once more biting into thee soft supple flesh beneath him. Your clavicle this time, he ran his tongue soothingly this time. Seconds ticked by, his body taut and still as you regained your mind and movements.
Only a few seconds and then his hips started once more. Quicker this time. But deeper, slowly as he stayed crouched above you he led your body to turn more onto your stomach; still cushioned comfortably but more so he could grip your ass and pull you by the hips to meet those thrusts.
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The third orgasm triggered his. Then the fourth another. After that you had lost track of time. Your body was tired, your mind exhausted and hazy. He had flipped you, turned you, fucked your throat, your thighs. Body swollen with his teeth marks on your neck, breasts, thighs and ass.
The ones on your shoulder blades were particularly bad, he hadn’t ripped the thin skin to shreds at least. He had gotten angry when you began to try to move away when your body began to hurt. You know you had blacked out at one point, but were unsure how long. He was still on top of you, still going and had been gazing down in your asleep face with heart eyes and hands caressing your cheeks when you awoke.
But now it was quiet, he was below you, heart quietly thumping in your ear and one hand softly massaging your back and the other cradling your bump. A table lantern was lit, allowing you to see the space you were in, it looked much like the camper you both had shared but larger.
Your throat wasn’t dry so he had to have given you water at some point, probably forcing it down your throat. He was staring at the ceiling from what you could see, into the pitch dark. Shirtless, but he had pants on from what you could feel. And then he glanced at you.
“You’re awake.”
He breathed deep and sat up. Gently he helped you, settling you back against some raised pillows. Your skin was not sticky or tacky, smelling briefly of something sweet. He had wiped you down, even the inside of your thighs were clear from your hours of activity. Medical tape pressed against many wounds from what you could feel, a soft numbing sensation in multiple areas from what you could tell. Oh you were hurt, hurt.
“..You left.”
“You left first.” You shot back. “You.. disappeared.”
“Id never leave you. They, she, Jester-“ he paused, hands clenching and eyes staring hard into the flooring. “Columbina came b-“
“I know.” He looked up shock in his eyes, confusion after, “I saw you. With her.” You couldn’t help the small bit of anger (read jealousy) in your tone.
He took a minute, staring up at you as if trying to read you. “What do you mean.. saw me with her?”
A scoff, a wince as you adjusted in your position and stared hard at the blanket in your lap. You tugged the shirt you were now wearing loose around the neck and then narrowed your eyes at your lap, “You looked quite comfy Pierrot. Wrapped up in her arms. Smelling her hair. Tell me, did you at least wait an hour before trying to get back in her bed?”
“What?”
“You hear-“
“No. What the fuck did you just say?” he growled, and your body froze, face stuck in an angry stare but you didn’t stop looking at your lap. “Look at me.”
You ignored him.
“Look at me my Mate.” You finally did, eyes moving up to stare into his hard eyes. They were narrowed into slits, the color darker than normal. His teeth, full fangs clenched so tight you could hear the creak of his own jaw. He trembled, closed his eyes and gripped the sweats on his legs.
He breathed deep, released the air in his chest slowly and relaxed his posture and grip once more. “I,” his eyes opened, staring back at you again with the same soft look he always held for you. “I would never disgrace our bond. What you saw, was not the way it was intended. My love, I would never chose to go back to that life. And if I knew back then that you were here for me now, I would skip over her entirely. I would never betray you.”
Your eyes flicked over his face, taking in the still tense shoulders, his pinched face. It was pain, not anger. But you weren’t sure if you could believe him fully. That image.. it was burned into memory and you had always been a little worried that his love wasn’t as pure as he thought it was.
He saw it in your gaze, but only smiled sadly. “Ill prove it in due time my lady. I would never think to leave you behind.” He stood offering you a hand. "Come we need to brush your hair, properly cleanse your face and get you a bite to eat.”
He helped you stand, helped you hobble to a small vanity he had in the corner for your self care. Once sat, he handed down the headband you sometimes wore, grabbed the cleansing pads from the higher shelf to hand to you. Then he gazed at you, watched as you ran the brush through your hair, as you began wiping your face. His eyes gradually softening into hearts then he breathed deep again and nodded resolutely.
“Ill bring you food.”
Your brows quirked in confusion, glancing up into the reflection of him, “Aren’t I going with you?”
His answer was a cold clamp around your ankle. A soft but heavy clinking of chain links echoing by the floor of your feet.
You stared. You stared at the thick metal ring around your ankle, then up at him. First bewilderment, then confusion, before melting away into a slow dawning horror.
He knelt, hands cradling your face, “No no, none of that. Shh, I promise its only for a short while. Just until we’re sure you wont run again. We’ve missed you so much.”
“You wont run again, ill make sure of it.”
