Elis Regina

You probably should've followed the Ticket Takers instructions...

And now you witness the consequences of your actions

You're halfway inside a mirror, your lower body on the other side into a void, a certain someone on that side, slamming into you with force you didn't think was possible.

The thrusts were punishing, seemingly controlling and dominating, forcing you to submit.

" Dear guest, I never though you'd be so desperate. Maybr you wanted this from the start, didn't you? "

You can't respond as you hear his voice all around you, all you can do is struggle and whimper at the force of him slamming into you.

Sure you're scared that any of the other circus freaks (like Pierrot) might find you struggling whilst getting fucked by a man in a mirror, but a part of you feels even more heat at your core from the thought.

You almost think he read your mind, or maybe it was the clenching repeatedly that alerted him, " You really do enjoy this, don't you? Such a promiscuous little thing. " He spanks you, causing you to yelp, his other hand coming from the inside of the mirror, slapping itself over your mouth, silencing your cries.

" I recomend you keep your pathetic mouth shut. I know you want this, and you wouldn't want anyone to disturb us now do you? " You nod desperately, you know he's right, even if you don't have much control, you're still trying desperately to chase your aching release.

You can hear the Ticket Takers breaths increase, seemingly getting closer, and so are you. " I know you're close, visitor. Do not release until I tell you to. I will not hesitate to continue even after you have reached your high. " And you know he's not lying.

You struggle, trying not to come yet, your hands finding their way by holding onto the mirrors edges, grounding yourself at his brutal pace. You know he's getting closer, the thought makes you want to come already, but you can't, not yet.

All you can do is cry and beg, turning the Ticket Taker on even more, helping him get closer.

" Come for me, dear girl. " He strains slightly, almost as if on command, you spasm around him, gripping the mirror edges tightly unable to quiet down your noises anymore, he yanks your head back by your hair, pulling you towards him as his head barely sticks out of the mirror, " Quiet down. " He commands sharply, he enjoys seeing the struggle on your face as you try to comply with his commands.

You feel the heat of him ejaculating inside of you, the kind that causes your legs to tremble even more than they already were.

After extra thrusts of riding out both of your orgasms does he finally stop, he holds you up by your lower stomach, making sure you don't collapse yet.

He reaches his clawed hand under your chin, lifting your head back towards him, " Do not break yet, my dear. We are not done here. " Is the closest words of comfort you're going to get tonight.

♡ The two of you found out about your pregnancy thanks to Pierrots hearing: He was laying on your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat (that gave him so much comfort) when he suddenly heard... something else? Was that... a second heartbeat? Small and weak but undeniably the typical rhythmic beating of a heart could be heard coming from the lower part of your body. Pierrot quickly lifted his head to stare into your now wide open eyes. His gaze shifted uncoordinated between your lower tummy and face, not able to say anything. A worried "Whats the matter Pierrot? Are you ok?" left your lips as you tried to make sense out of his odd behaviour. Pierrot was so shocked his soft, weak voice could only stutter "M-my dear... A-are you.. preg-pregnant??" "...WHAT?!"

⚝ Since the child would be half-monster and Pierrot as the father (who is really strong) I think your baby would be a lot stronger than the average human baby. That sadly means their kicks are gonna hurt way more :( and Pierrot would feel so guilty and apologize every single time he sees your pain-stricken face, offering to massage you or make you a hot-water bottle </3

♡ When your bump was starting to show Pierrot was too scared to talk to it because of his voice. But after some persistent encouragement from you he starts talking to your child daily and even tells them (bedtime)stories while gently caressing your rounder belly and kissing it (he would also play his favourite pop songs and lofi playlists so the two or rather three (?) of you could relax <3)

⚝ Pierrot would develop a VERY bad and expensive habit of wanting to buy every baby-item he lays his eyes on, toys, cute little outfits, blankets, pacifiers, bottles, it doesnt matter HE WANTS THEM ALL (Ticket Taker was so pissed at him after seeing the bill of Pierrots first shopping trip, so much so that he forbid Pierrot from spending even 1 centavo (smallest currency in brazil) for over a month)

♡ Pierrot is already a very protective and rather possesive lover but once you are pregnant? It gets a hundred times worse. He starts to growl at people when you are outside and he deems them too close to you (theres a perfectly normal distance between you and them), he would be constantly touching you but mostly by putting his hand on your lower back to support you a little bit, biting you on visible places like your wrists would be a daily occurance

⚝ It drives Pierrot insane with how horny he gets when he sees you pregnant, a small innocent touch is enough to make him pant pathetically, he especially loves it when you two lay on your sides, him right behind your back, so he can hold your round belly and fuck you slow and deep

♡ It would fill Pierrot with a warm and fuzzy feeling knowing that he really marked you from the inside out, you are truly his and he is wholeheartedly yours and he wouldnt have it any other way <3

⚝ I hc that Pierrot is some kind of canine monster and therefore its in his instincts to groom, lick and nuzzle his mate (you), once your pregnancy is known this habits skyrockets, at night when no one else is near and the two of you lay in your shared bed Pierrot is licking your cheek, tummy and chest, covering every inch of your body with his kisses and pressing his whole face into your body to deeply breath in your familiar and comforting smell (he just wants to drown in you)

♡ Pierrot sucking and licking your sensitive nipples so he can drink your milk, hearing your sweet moans and whimpers while also feeling your hand holding and stroking his head, he just loves you so much he wants to taste you so bad (it made him painfully hard when he tasted your milk for the first time)

⚝ So during a pregnancy between two humans its possible for the womans dna to change (this is known as microchimerism and could ex. turn her straight hair curly) so what iiiiiiiff you also change cause you got pregnant by a monster? Your sense of smell, sight and hearing getting more sensitive, craving more red meat, maybe getting more possesive of Pierrot, your own smell could also change slightly so that you smell more monster-like (?), it wouldnt be noticeable for other humans but BOY OH BOY do other monsters notice the change

When your child is here <3

♡ Pierrot would love to bottle feed his child, something about holding the little one close to his chest, listening to their small content noises and knowing that they and you are safe makes him feel at peace

⚝ Pierrot would try many different baby food recipes to find out would his child likes and dislikes (very attentive!)

♡ While laying on your shared bed, your child in the middle Pierrot whisped "Thank you for this precious gift my dear. I promise to always protect our little family no matter what happens." (you and the little one are already asleep)

⚝ I know this sounds delulu as hell but hear me out: Something inside of me deeply trusts Harlequin with the baby. After the baby was born and you were laying in bed with them you would offer Harlequin to hold them, arms already motioning in his direction. Pierrots head would instantly snap towards you thinking that he didnt hear you quite right and even Harley would let out a small, perplexed "..What?". But you just calmly nod to Pierrot to sooth his mind and insist that its okay. After carefully placing the small one on Harleys arms he wanted to stroke their chubby cheek. But the baby grabbed his much bigger finger and started nibbling on it. "Wow Pierrot look at that! Been on earth for only a couple of minutes but already wants to bite me. This is truly your child. " Harlequin joked with an unusually soft smirk/grin causing you to laugh and Pierrot to deadpan. Harley doesnt show it but the fact that you trust him this much with your new born baby means the world to him. (Could be a positive turning point for Pierrots and Harleys relationship)

♡ Harlequin would bond with your kid by teaching them harmless pranks and small ways on how to annoy the others, would stand in the background watching the little one get on Ticket Takers nerves while laughing his ass off, Pierrot would quickly put an end to this and scold Harley and his child (Pierrot cant stay mad at his kid for very long (they inherited his cuteness <3))

⚝ I think Jesters view of you would change slightly after the child was born, seeing that pure and unconditional love in your eyes when you look at the small bundle of joy and also Pierrot made him accept you more as part of their family (tho he would never say that out loud)

♡ Jester would jokingly call your child an "accident": "I havent seen our little accident all day. Where are they? I hope not causing any trouble with Harlequin hmm~" (He would only use the nickname when the kid wouldnt be near enough to hear him)

⚝ Once the baby wouldnt stop crying at night no matter what you and Pierrot did and all of a sudden Ticket Taker entered the red tent with a very tired and slightly annoyed expression, he took the baby from their crib and started to gently sway them in his arms while quietly singing a lullaby you nor Pierrot have ever heard. The loud screaming and crying stopped, Ticket Taker softly put them in their crib again and went back to his tent without saying a word, leaving Pierrot and you dumbfounded but ultimatly very grateful (you two wanted to thank him properly the next day but he acted as if nothing meaningful happened)

♡ Doctor would ask if he could do some research on your child, assuring that he would of course be very careful and never do anything that would hurt the little one (fearing that Pierrots uncontrollable wrath would otherwise meet him), afterall a human-monster-hybrid is extremely rare and the research results could greatly help with your childs health in the future and perhaps other monster-human-couples. So Pierrot and you hesitantly agree to Doctors proposal under the condition that Pierrot will be watching over his child while Doctor does the necesarry procedures

The circus stayed in town for roughly a month. In that time, Pierrot had spent every moment he could with you- either with you at the circus with him, him at the cafe as you worked, or at your apartment. After about a month, however, ticket sales had dropped; the circus was losing interest. So came the time for the circus to move locations. 

Pierrot dropped the news on you suddenly, his eyes teary and hands trembling. He had promised you that, somehow, he’d find a way to take you with him. You knew he’d find a way, but you couldn’t help the anxiety creeping up your spine as the fliers filled the street, advertising The Freak Circus’s Last Act: You Don’t Wanna Miss It! 

Each day you went without news from Pierrot was another day you were scared you’d lose him. 

Sure, he was creepy at first. Stalking you silently, showing up to your fucking apartment, dragging you into unthinkable horrors. But you couldn’t help but fall for his big doe eyes gazing at you with adoration, the constant praise falling from his lips, assuring you his heart, his very being, belonged only to you. 

“My dear!” Pierrot chirped, opening the balcony door you made a habit of leaving unlocked, just for him. You jumped in surprise. It had been two nights since he’d shown up, and you were increasingly terrified you’d lose him. You stood up, rushing towards him as you embraced him tightly. 

“My Pierrot…” you sighed, relaxing into his familiar scent. He hummed, holding you just as tightly, reassuring you he missed you just as badly as you had missed him. 

“I have incredible news, my love,” he said as he pulled back, holding your hands in his as he bounced lightly on his feet, excitement shining in his every feature. You tilted your head, waiting for him to tell you. “I spoke with Jester. It took some convincing, but he said you could come with us,” he said quickly, gazing at you with intensity. 

He knew it was a big request, asking you to uproot your entire life to become nomadic with a troupe of monsters, but he prayed your love for him would override all of that. Of course, if you weren’t sure, he would find a way to convince you. 

“For real??” you exclaimed, relief and joy washing over you. He nodded. 

“Yes! Will you come? I cannot lie, my love, you would not be able to have contact with, well, anyone… But I swear, I will work the rest of my life to make up for it!” he assured, the hope in every fiber of his being making the air thick around him. You let out a breathy laugh. 

“I’m not leaving much anyway, you know that. But how did you convince Jester? I know he’s… less than ecstatic about humans,” you pointed out. Pierrot bared his teeth in an awkward expression, avoiding eye contact. 

“About that… he wants to speak with you?” he hissed apologetically. You paled. Of course, you trusted that Pierrot wouldn’t let anything harm you, but Jester as a person set off alarm bells in your head. He was like a siren almost, all sleek beauty wrapped in barbed wire, that hypnotic edge in his voice making you shudder just as much as it made you want to hear more. You figured that was why he led the circus, his charm undeniable, but still, every conversation you’d had with him had ended, well, threateningly, to say the least. Still, you would do what you had to to stay with Pierrot. 

“I can do that,” you said after a deep sigh. “When does he want to meet?” you asked. Pierrot grinned. 

“Right now! Let's go,” he waved. Your eyes widened. 

“Now?? I’m in sleep clothes! Don’t I at least get a little bit to prepare?” you cried, already feeling fear building in your tummy. 

“Oh! You can change if you’d like,” he smiled, as if that solved everything. You groaned softly. 

“Fine, just- uh- wait by the front door for me?” you asked softly. Pierrot nodded. 

“Of course my love. Call for me if you need me,” he smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead before bounding off for your kitchen. After he left, you sank into your bed, hands covering your face as you desperately tried to calm yourself. Relax, it’s just Jester. Charming, gorgeous, absolutely terrifying Jester. How bad could this be?

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t put at least a little more thought into your outfit as usual. In your head, this was equivalent to a job interview in terms of formality. So, you put on nicer clothes than usual, rolling your sleeves up so as to not overheat in the warm night’s air. After studying yourself for a moment in the mirror, you anxiously stepped into the kitchen, waving at Pierrot. 

“Are you ready, my dear?” he asked. You nodded, taking a deep breath. “You look radiant, love,” he praised, holding out a hand for you to take. You blushed as you took his hand. Always such a gentleman.

Pierrot was silent on the walk to the circus, as always. Normally, you filled the silent air with soft rambles, Pierrot always happy just to hear your voice. Tonight, however, you were just as silent as Pierrot, wringing your hands out nervously. 

The circus was still buzzing with people, though less than you were used to seeing, proof of the declining ticket sales the circus was facing. Jester’s tent was clearly closed for the night, though you saw Harlequin’s tent flap open, people actively filing in. As you walked in, Ticket Taker was greeting guests. Seeing you and Pierrot, however, he paused. After studying the two of you for a moment, he bowed his head. 

“Good luck. And Pierrot- be good,” he said cryptically, doing nothing for your buzzing nerves. Pierrot nodded enthusiastically as you shuddered, giving him a small thumbs up. Ticket Taker looked almost pleased, his sadistic side clearly enjoying your obvious show of fear. Pierrot softly led you to Jester’s tent, traversing the pitch black inside with ease. He guided you through the sea of chairs, past the stage and into the back, where a soft light emanated. There was a long table set up, one chair on each end and two chairs on either side. Seated at the very end like a king on a throne was Jester, idly reading. His posture was relaxed, leaned back in the chair with his legs elegantly crossed, the picture of regality. Hearing the two of you walk in, he folded over the ear of the page he was on. You distantly thought that he seemed more the type to use a bookmark, but you supposed he was hard to pin down. 

“Ah, Pierrot! And you brought your little doggy, too. What a treat!” he greeted warmly. Pierrot nodded, padding up to Jester, hand still tightly intertwined with yours. “Pierrot, you can sit. Pet, you stay there,” he ordered. Pierrot gave you a reassuring look, before sitting at the nearest chair. Jester turned his chair to fully face you, resting his head on his hand as he studied you like a specimen under a microscope. 

“Um, how are you?” you greeted with a nervous smile. Jester laughed, a mocking, heartless sound. 

“Oh Pierrot, you haven’t trained him very well. What makes you think you can speak without permission? Did I say you could speak, human?” Jester spoke condescendingly. Even sitting down, the two of you were nearly at eye level thanks to his height advantage. You looked around, making eye contact with Pierrot, who just sat still, calm, studying the situation. 

Gee, thanks. Guess I’m alone in this, you thought bitterly. 

“Um- I- I’m sorry,” you whispered, bowing your head. Jester snickered. 

“Still talking~” he purred, bouncing his foot lackadaisically. You opened your mouth like a fish out of water, before glancing at Pierrot. He glanced back at you, his eyes nearly pleading. Please, my love, do as he says. 

“Do you know why you’re here?” Jester asked. You looked up at him, shaking your head. He smiled. “Good job~” he purred in response to your silence. “Well- if you’re going to stay with the circus, sweet human, you and Pierrot both need to understand something.” He leaned in closer, uncrossing his legs as he rested his elbows on his on his knees, glowering at you menacingly. “You may be Pierrot’s little pet, but when I say jump, you say how high. This circus works because we follow rules- and, everyone contributes. Should I let you stay, it will not be a free ride. Understand?” he asked lowly, voice a menacing rumble. You swallowed nervously, nodding. You glanced over at Pierrot yet again, and he was nodding, listening intently to Jester. He looked over at you, sensing your gaze, and gave you a warm smile. You smiled back softly. 

Hearing Jester sigh, your gaze was drawn back to him. “He’s not the one speaking to you right now, is he? Eyes on me,” he purred out. You couldn’t help the soft, terrified whimper that slipped past your lips. You looked at him with wide, terrified doe eyes, making him soften just a bit. “I know, pet, you want to be a good little human for me, hm?” 

You glanced over to Pierrot on instinct, before snapping your gaze right back to Jester, biting your lip to hold back an apology. Jester chuckled, raking his gaze over your trembling form in thought. 

“I’ll make a deal with you, pet. If you can be good for me, do exactly as I say, and if Pierrot can be a good boy and not try and intervene, I’ll gladly let you stay with us! Of course, I’m only doing this because I need to make sure you’re capable of following orders, for the benefit of the circus. Does that sound alright to you?” Jester cooed out. You kept your eyes pointedly on him, though you watched Pierrot in your peripheral. He seemed to tense a bit, but nodded at Jester. You nodded as well, holding eye contact as you desperately tried to gauge where this was going. “Speak, pet. I want to be sure you understand.”

“Yes, Jester, I understand,” you mumbled. He let out an appreciative hum. 

“Good. Now, kneel.”

You blinked at him in shock. You knew it would likely be some humiliating request, but the intimate undertone was outside of your expectations. He blinked at you, mocking the stupid way your eyes shone like a deer in headlights. After coming to your senses, you took a deep breath. For Pierrot. 

You hit the ground as you let your knees give out, landing roughly on the tent’s floor. You hadn’t meant to comply so submissively, but Jester’s innate dominance had your mind reacting in ways you wished you could ignore. 

“Good job, sweet human! You learn so quickly,” Jester cooed out. His praises were nearly as cruel as his threats, the saccharine tone seeming to imply that you were too stupid to understand his words, the dramatic lilt reminding you the way you’d talk to a beloved pet who didn’t understand English. It made your face burn red in humiliation. Worse, it had your heart racing more than it should- and not just from fear. 

“Aren’t they doing such a good job, Pierrot?” Jester asked. You glanced over at Pierrot on instinct. His face was dusted with light pink, blinking down at you with intensity burning in his eyes. He nodded. 

Your face burned a darker red at the feeling of cool leather on the side of your face. Taking a deep breath, you let the feeling guide you to look back at Jester, who raised a brow at you cryptically. You let out a soft, involuntary squeak as you realized Jester’s shoe was pressed up against the side of your face, forcing you to look up at him. 

“Hm, how disappointing. I praise you, and you break the rules right after? Now, now, pet, you can do better than that,” he pouted in exaggerated disappointment. You took a deep breath, biting your tongue softly. For some reason, his disappointment hit hard, burrowing deep into your bones. “Y’know, as much of a brat as you are, I can see why our dearest Pierrot has gained such a liking to you. You have this naivety about you, like a little angel just begging for someone to come clip its wings.” 

You found yourself nodding along to Jester’s words almost absentmindedly, drawn in by his hypnotic tone. Hearing a small bell jingle beside you, you were suddenly reminded of Pierrot’s presence. Your brow furrowed, guilt settling in your chest. Pierrot was so devoted to you, so sweet and loving, but the more Jester spoke, the more you found yourself hanging on to every syllable. You realized with a small whimper how good it felt to listen to Jester. You found yourself wanting to be good for him. Still, you felt guilty for the small part of you that was enjoying this. You didn’t know if it was better or worse that Pierrot was witnessing it. 

“Aren’t you warm in those clothes, dear?” Jester asked in that same, mocking tone. You found yourself nodding, before you truly realized the implications. He hummed in amusement. “Why don’t you take them off for me then, hn? We wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable while you’re trying to be good for me, now would we?” he purred dangerously, as if daring you to deny him in any way. 

You found your hands twitching at the hem of your shirt, biting your lip. It took every ounce of strength you had to not turn towards Pierrot, finding yourself craving his blessing. It felt wrong to let anyone but Pierrot see you in such an intimate light, but you swallowed your pride anyway, slowly peeling your top over your head. You wrung your hands out nervously as you looked up at Jester now shirtless, already feeling exposed. He cocked his head towards you expectantly, making you shiver. You pressed your lips together, tensing your hands for a moment, the stim a pitiful attempt to relieve some of that building tension. 

His silence was a sharp juxtaposition from Pierrot’s onslaught of praise anytime you found yourself bare in front of him. You were so used to your sweet boyfriend that Jester’s silence sounded alarm bells in your mind. You heard Pierrot’s breath deepen at seeing you in this state, but you didn’t dare look back at him. You longed to know how he felt about this- was he jealous? Turned on?

Perhaps more than that, you longed to hear that degrading praise fall from Jester’s lips- you longed to hear him call you a sweet little thing, to hear him tell you how good you were doing just for him. You were a bit embarrassed by the need evident in how you fumbled while unbuttoning your pants, pushing them down with more force than you intended. You didn’t bother looking back at Jester for reassurance before you pushed your underwear down with them, your mind increasingly taken over by the need to please him. It was only once you looked up again, seeing that smug look in his eyes as he watched your pitiful show of desperation did you remember where you were. You softly covered your chest, feeling exposed. Jester tutted softly, that grin still marking his face as he used his boot once again to maneuver you, knocking your hands away with force.

“Such a sweet little pet, hm? Such a good human for me. Isn’t that right, Pierrot?” Jester cooed enthusiastically, cupping his hands together in a show of joy. You fought the urge to look over at your lover, Jester’s eyes narrowing in amusement at how quick you were to catch on. You heard the jingle of bells as you assumed Pierrot nodded. “Oh, come now, Pierrot, I know at this point they’ve heard you speak. Now, aren’t they such a good little thing?”

“S- so good. My dear one,” you heard Pierrot sigh wistfully. Jester grinned. 

“Aw, isn’t he so sweet, my dear human? Maybe when I’m done playing with you I’ll let you thank him,” he hummed, tapping one foot on the ground as he thought for a moment, studying you. You squeezed your hands tight, practically pawing at the ground as you tried to soothe that exposed feeling in your chest. The room settled into nothing but the sound of the three of you’s breath, Jester watching you unnervingly close as he enjoyed the sight of you squirming. 

After what felt like an eternity of writhing under his scrutiny, he finally spoke again. “Come closer,” he said, gaze holding steady with yours. Your face burned hot with humiliation as you realized you’d have to crawl to him. Crawling close enough to rest your forehead against his knee if he so wished, you stopped, looking up at him. His eyes began to glow that hypnotic, dazzling purple as they gazed down at you, reveling in your humiliation. “My boots are all dirty from my performance earlier. Won’t you do something about that?” His tone was suggestive, but you knew his request was anything but. Should you decline, at best you’d never see the circus again. 

You didn’t want to think of the worst. 

With a soft grimace, you cowed down, scooting back a few inches to allow your mouth room to service his boot. He let out a breathy hum, clearly entertained. You lolled your tongue out of your mouth, licking over the top of his boot. Instead of the metallic taste of blood, or the earthy taste of dirt you were expecting, you were pleasantly surprised to feel nothing but clean, cool leather, insinuating he cleaned his boots just for this. You ignored the way your tummy knotted up at the idea of him preparing for this, instead licking at his boot with more enthusiasm. If you had more of a mind, you’d resent yourself for being so submissive for the Jester, but you quickly found yourself swept up in each task of his. You always liked being told what to do- it was simpler, letting someone else think for you, decide what you should and shouldn’t be doing. Before you knew it, your small kitten licks turned into kisses, which turned into soft sucks against the now-slick leather. You passionately made out with his boot, shuddering as your palms braced flat against the floor. 

“See? What have I told you, Pierrot? Humans are fragile creatures. Even if they appear dominant, appear to like control… they all become submissive little pets when they learn their place~”

You heard Pierrot take in a sharp breath. When he finally spoke, his voice was rough, shaky. “I’ve never seen you so… submissive, my dear,” he commented. Jester tutted above you as you paused, coming to your senses a bit. You felt the hard sole of his other boot press into the back of your head, forcing you back to your task. 

“Pierrot, you must learn that, during training sessions, you shouldn’t speak to the pet directly. You don’t want it thinking it’s in charge, hm? Only regard your pet with commands, praise, or discipline,” Jester informed, his tone light and helpful, like you weren’t drooling all over his boot during his little speech. 

‘O- oh. Ok,” Pierrot stammered. You could tell he felt bad, putting you in this degrading situation, but you also knew him well enough to know when his voice shook from guilt, or from pleasure. You could tell he was getting off on this just as much as Jester was, though if it was from seeing you so submissive, or seeing you so into it, you weren’t sure. 

“Pet. Up,” Jester demanded suddenly. The weight of his heel leaving the top of your head. You couldn’t help the pout on your face, giving one last reverent suck to the top of his now shiny boot before sitting up. Jester kissed his teeth. “Faster, next time. Now- stand,” he ordered. You complied, faster this time as you stood in front of him, legs straining after kneeling for so long. 

You felt his two large, clawed hands wrap around your waist, picking you up like you weighed nothing. The cool wood of the table met your ass as he placed you there, manhandling your limbs how he wanted them like you were nothing more than a doll. He moved your arms behind your back and spread your legs widely. You found yourself whimpering with shame as strings of slick connected your thighs as they were knocked open. You hadn’t even realized you were that aroused, but now that you were aware, it was borderline torture. Jester chuckled as Pierrot growled softly. 

“They like being touched there…” Pierrot mumbled, dazed at the sight of your arousal. Jester rolled his eyes, glancing at Pierrot. 

“They all like being touched there. But this isn’t about our pretty little pet, so it can wait,” Jester said disapprovingly. You heard Pierrot let out a soft whimper from beside you.

“They get sensitive, very easily. They tell me it hurts when they’re too aroused. I don’t want my dear one in pain,” Pierrot lamented. While Jester’s gaze was locked onto Pierrot, you risked a quick glance over, being sure to not move your head an inch. Pierrot had a line of drool trailing down his mask, eyes wide and needy, pupils heart shaped as he glanced between you and Jester apologetically, desperately trying to plead your case. 

You turned your gaze back to Jester, jumping as his face was right in front of yours, grin wide and sadistic as his eyes glowed that steady, lavender hue. A shudder wracked your spine, knowing damn well you willingly broke his rule. 

“Guess you still need some breaking in, hn?” he asked rhetorically. Sitting back in his chair, he leaned back, crossing his legs once again as he studied your bare form, on display for him. You didn’t dare move from the position he’d put you in, instead staying still to wait for more instruction. 

“Where does your ‘dear one’ feel the most pleasure from, Pierrot?” Jester asked. You couldn’t help the slight brightening of your eyes, his words carrying a promise of pleasure. 

“They like their clit being rubbed,” he informed, seemingly just as excited as you were. Jester nodded, hand on his chin in thought. 

“Alright. Pet, touch yourself for us; we want a show.”

You wasted no time in bringing one hand to your dripping cunt, two fingers immediately moving to rub circles around your swollen clit. Jester tutted, shaking his head. You paused, but didn’t move your hand.

“No, not there. Just your needy hole,” he corrected. You bit your lip, brow furrowing in a silent plea. Seeing Jester’s unwavering grin, you let out a sharp, almost bratty whine. Even so, you relaxed a bit as you slid two fingers inside yourself, satiating that needy burn for a bit as you slid them against your gspot, curling them in. 

“Gah~” you gasped out, leaning forward a bit as you rocked your hips into the feeling. Your eyes slipped shut as you lost yourself in the pleasure. God, you couldn’t remember being this worked up before, but something about the way Jester used you, commanded you in a way that was obvious it was only for his amusement, made your pussy leak. 

Hearing a sharp snap, your body jolted, eyes shooting open. Your eyes widened as you saw Jester, holding a small paddle- when did he get that?- smacking it against his palm. 

“I want to see those pretty eyes glaze over as you work yourself against that pitiful hand of yours. Won’t you do that for me, sweet thing?” he asked, pointedly twirling the paddle. You shivered, nodding, glancing between him and the paddle with anxiety. It was sleek, a dark purple leather that reflected the same color as his hair, with a diamond cutout on one side, no doubt leaving its mark when it cracked against your skin. It was custom made, you were sure, and you were more sure that he knew exactly how to use it. 

You kept rubbing the pads of your fingers against your gspot, moaning softly as you fought the urge to let your eyes slip shut. Keeping eye contact with Jester didn’t prove easy either, not with the intense way his eyes glowed, seeming to pin you in place with just a look. After a few minutes of the room being filled with just your soft groans and loud, slick noises, your brow furrowed. It felt good, amazing, especially being watched like this, but…

“Aw, is the little human frustrated they can’t cum like this? Jester cooed mockingly. You pouted up at him, nodding pitifully. The pressure against your gspot was delicious, the friction of your fingers inside of you soothing that ache in your walls, but without a hand rubbing your clit, all it did was make you throb, your hips bucking against the air. Pierrot whined softly, clearly distressed at seeing you so needy. He never was one to deny you anything, making you cum before you even realized you were close, so seeing you this worked up was nearly physically painful for him. 

Jester laughed at seeing how the two of you drove each other up a wall, you and Pierrot’s emotions acting as if they were in sync. You were sure that, if you looked over, his face would mirror yours- desperate need showing in every breath. 

“Can they cum?” Pierrot whimpered out, voice breathy. Jester eyed you up and down, that devious grin etched into his face. 

“Eventually. When it can’t take anymore,” he purred, bringing the leather paddle up and licking a long stripe down its side, his bright purple tongue nearly matching the length of the paddle. Your eyes went wide with need at the sight of the appendage, your fingers grinding harder into your gspot, only making you that much more frustrated. “Aww, need something, pet?” Jester cooed out. You nodded. “Well, what is it? I don’t know unless you tell me,” he enticed. 

“P- please, let me- fuck- let me cum-!” You pleaded, voice catching on your breathy whimpers. Jester hummed out, the sound echoing his pleasure at seeing you so wrecked. He stood from his chair, stroking the paddle along the length of his hand as he approached you. 

“How many times have you broken our little rules tonight?” He purred out, leaning in close to speak directly in your ear. You didn’t dare stop your motions, instead trying to remember each time you were reprimanded. 

“U- um, I- I dunno, twice?” you squeaked out. He chuckled darkly, leaning in closer, his breath fanning over the side of your neck. 

“Four, on my count,” he corrected. You bit your lip, swallowing down a whimper as he gently caressed the leather in his hands. You jumped yet again as he hit it against his palm, the loud sound grating your already shot nerves. “Now, I could hold those against you, sweet one, but you’ll find I can be kind when it counts. So, instead of keeping a tally of all your wrongdoings, I suppose it’s only fair to allow you a chance to atone- with a punishment, of course,” he grinned, moving from your ear to your line of sight. He took over all of your vision, his shining, purple eyes boring into your very being. Your breaths mingled, your hot, quick pants against his calm, collected breaths. 

You paused the motions of your hand as you gazed at Jester, head swimming with the offer. You knew it would hurt, but you also knew that, at this point, you’d do nearly anything the monster asked of you. 

“That’s five~ wanna answer me before you get to six?” he asked, face shining with his sadism. You blinked in shock, but before you could plead your case, he was one step ahead of you. “I never told you to stop touching yourself, silly,” he pointed out. You squeaked, beginning to thrust your fingers in and out of your needy hole again. He chuckled, patting your face in a way that could nearly be mistaken for affection. 

“Y- yes, punish me Jester. Please, let me be good again,” you whimpered, blinking up at him with wide, naive eyes. He cupped your face in both his hands, rubbing over your cheekbones with his thumbs. 

“Such a good little lamb, begging so sweetly. Come, then, stand up,” he ordered. You began to remove your fingers from your heat, but he used the tip of the paddle to keep them in place, raising a brow at you. You nearly teared up from the embarrassment. For some reason, standing up and touching yourself felt a whole lot more degrading than simply sitting down for them. Still, you complied. Once you stood, fingers buried in your cunt and still grinding away at your walls, you awaited your next order.  

“Bend over the table, pet,” he commanded. You immediately obeyed, already fearing your punishment, and not wanting to provoke him more than you already had. Your thighs shook as you moved, the pleasure assaulting your cunt not giving your body much of a break, leaving you feeling weak. In a moment of mercy, Jester swatted your hand away softly with the paddle, allowing your poor hand and pussy a break. 

You shivered as you felt the cool leather caress the swell of your ass, your body leaning towards the touch on instinct. 

“Are they a masochist, Pierrot?” Jester asked.

“Don’t hurt them,” Pierrot growled out. You kept your face tucked into your arm, already knowing the repercussions of looking at your dear boyfriend. 

“Oh. you can’t tell me you’ve never hurt them, Pierrot. I still see your bite marks,” Jester crooned out. It was true, Pierrot adored marking you up, and you’d be lying if you said the pain didn’t make you cum twice as hard. 

You heard the heavy sound of footsteps, and you could tell by the brush of fabric on your thigh that Pierrot was leaning over Jester intimidatingly. 

“Don’t. Hurt. them.”

“Pierrot, remind me of the rule we agreed on at the beginning?” Jester hummed calmly, as if he expected this. Pierrot paused. 

“That they would listen to you…”

“And?”

“...That I would not interfere…”

“Good boy, Pierrot. Now, do you want to go sit back down?”

You listened with baited breath, praying you’d hear the heavy thuds of Pierrot’s retreating footsteps. Instead, you heard the jingling of his bells, and you assumed he was shaking his head in denial. Shockingly, Jester stayed calm. 

“I promise, I won’t hurt your dear one more than they want. Isn’t that right, lamb? You like the pain, right?” he purred out, trailing the edge of the paddle up your exposed spine, making you shiver. Even if you didn’t have masochistic tendencies, you’d do anything to stay with Pierrot. So-

“I- it’s ok, Pierrot. I’m ok,” you assured shakily. After a few tense moments, you heard Pierrot retreat. Jester let out a pleased hum. 

“Good job, sweet human. Now, are you ready?” Jester asked. Before you could answer, he cut you off. “Good!” he chirped. “Now, count for me, pet,” he ordered. 

That was your only warning. You yelped as the leather cracked against your ass, the sting making you groan. You rocked your ass back, silently begging him to rub over the inflamed skin, soothe the ache. Jester, of course, did not grant you this. 

“Count,” he ordered again. 

“One-! One-” you panted out. Just as you caught your breath, he slapped the other cheek, making you groan through grit teeth. “T- two-” you growled out, eyes squeezed shut. 

By the time he was done with the paddle, you’d received ten hits. Your slick dripped steadily to the floor, your thighs and cunt glistening with your arousal. 

“See, Pierrot? Told you they’d like it,” Jester commented smugly. His voice was farther away now, and you assumed he was sitting back in his chair. 

“I guess…” Pierrot mumbled. It was clear he was fighting the urge to comfort you, his voice strained and tense, though he also sounded slightly breathless, giving way to his arousal at your rough treatment. 

“Dear one, remember those five extra hits next time your lover here wants to get mouthy with me. You’re expected to keep him in check from now on, after all,” Jester hummed. You whined, nodding. “Now, stand up and face me,” Jester ordered. You breathed for a moment, trying to find the strength. You pushed yourself up on two arms, shaking like a leaf as the sting of your ass still clouded your mind. After finally managing to get vertical, you panted for another moment, as you turned, leaning against the table as you gazed at Jester. 

“Good job, pet! So obedient after your punishment, hm? Now, come,” he said, two fingers beckoning you to him. You bounded forwards, legs shaking like a fawn as you approached him. He grabbed you by your hips, roughly manhandling your body like you were a mindless doll, same as before. You let him do as he pleased, pulling you into his lap as you were forced to straddle him, arms guided to the rests of the chair. The silent command echoed loudly in your head. You weren’t to touch him without his permission. 

You watched with near reverent intensity as Jester reached into his pants, cupping his cock with a large hand. Your gaze followed the motion, face burning red at the promise of more pleasure. 

“Oh, do have some decency. Eyes on me, lamb,” he chastised. It seemed he had become fond of calling you ‘lamb.’ At the very least, it was less degrading than constantly being called ‘pet.’ 

You held eye contact as he pulled himself out of the confines of his clothes. You tried desperately to see his length in your peripheral vision, but it was a hopeless endeavor. 

“You’ve taken all of Pierrot, right? Knot included?” he asked. You nodded. 

“They still struggle with the knot, Jester,” Pierrot warned softly. Jester hummed, looking you over. 

“It’ll be a tight fit…” he thought out loud. You felt the tip of his… cock? At your entrance. It didn’t feel like a cockhead, but you had no doubt what it was. The tip was tapered, thin, almost tentacle-like as it threatened to breach the entrance of your cunt. You shivered, rocking down towards it, earning you nothing but a quick smack to your thigh. “Think they can take all of me, Pierrot?” Jester asked. 

You truly thought Pierrot would have been jealous, another man fucking you. Hell, he got upset when Harlequin even made eye contact with you. So, you found yourself entirely shocked upon hearing Pierrot’s response. 

“Please, Jester. They can take it,” Pierrot whimpered. You whipped your head back, eyes wide as you looked at Pierrot. Your mouth went dry at the sight of him- drool dripping off the edge of his mask, his brow furrowed and his pupils blown out hearts. He had his cock out, one hand squeezing around the base, where his knot would inflate, the other stroking from the middle to the tip slowly. Upon seeing your face, he showed a silly grin, stroking faster as he began panting. 

Taking advantage of your shock, Jester let go of your hips, letting gravity do its job. Half his cock impaled into you at once, punching the air out of your lungs. His tentacle-like cock was thin at the tip, but quickly tapered into something wider, being nearly as thick as Pierrot’s knot at its widest point. You cried out, hands gripping the arms of the chair tightly as your cunt hungrily swallowed his length. 

Jester roughly squeezed your cheeks in his hands, forcing your gaze back to him. “Keep. Your. Eyes. On. Me. Are you too stupid to understand that?” he sneered cruelly, forcing more of his cock inside of you. Your eyes rolled back as that thin tip pressed against your cervix, grinding against the ring of muscle as he glared down at you. 

“Fuck- fuck, please Jester too- too much, I-” you babbled out, hips bouncing down against his cock, your body torn between pushing him away or begging for more. 

“I suggest you stop talking now, pet,” Jester hissed, voice threateningly close to your ear. You whined out, clenching your jaw and trying to breathe. “God, Pierrot, how do you get anything done with this thing? All good and obedient, but the second it gets any kind of pleasure, and you’re training it all over again!” Jester sighed in exaggerated exasperation. 

“They just get overwhelmed,” Pierrot panted out in your defense, the sounds of his self pleasure reaching your ears. 

You growled out a moan as two firm hands clasped onto your hips, pulling you down further. Your eyes shot open as you felt pressure increasing against your cervix, his tip threatening to breach it. You gazed at Jester with wide eyes, watching his disapproving expression morph into a sadistic grin. 

“Don’t worry, sweet human, it’ll give. And it’ll feel so good when it does,” he moaned out. At the same time, you felt a hot liquid pool against the entrance to your womb. That tingly, warm feeling spread, lighting up your entire lower tummy with that addictive feeling. After a few moments, you felt Jester pull you down once again. With a bit of force, his cock popped in, your spine shooting up straight with the mind-numbing pleasure. 

“Ghmm, fuck, Jesterr-” you garbled out, body going lax as your eyes rolled back almost painfully. You were sure Jester chastised you, but you felt lost in the feeling of his cock sliding into your deepest parts. Electricity shot up your spine, down your shaking thighs and through your pussy as you struggled to cope. “Close-!” you squealed out, your high already threatening to hit you. 

You yelped as you felt the sharp crack of leather against your thigh, pulling you back down to Earth. “Bad. Bad lamb, no!” Jester scolded, truly treating you like a pet. You whined, recoiling slightly. You fought to bring your gaze back to him, your eyes rolling around in dazed circles before you finally registered his form. He was glaring down at you, and you felt how tight his hands were holding your hips. “You don’t speak without permission. And you do not cum unless I tell you to,” he seethed out, glowering down at you. You felt drool slip past your lips, your eyelids fluttering. You tried, you really tried to listen to what he was saying, but you could only grasp that he was upset, your mind not quite understanding why. 

“Hnn?” you whined in question, head lolling to the side. Jester’s gaze softened, his tight grip loosening on your hips in favor of cupping your face in his hands. 

“They-they got really cockdrunk on my k-knot the first time, too,” Pierrot commented, his voice breaking a bit from the pleasure. 

“Ah, sweet lamb, you’re just a stupid human, hm? Too dumb to know right from wrong the second this slutty cunt gets what it wants?” Jester cooed out. Your mind didn’t quite latch on to the words, but seeing Jester nod at you as you tried to figure it out, you found yourself nodding along. Fuck, you’d agree to anything he said right now, so long as his cock kept throbbing against your walls like that. “Listen, pet,” he purred out, leaning in closer. You leaned in as well, nodding. “Don’t speak, don’t cum. Got it?” he spoke slowly. After a few seconds, your eyes widened, and you found yourself nodding in agreement. He smiled softly, patting your face affectionately before they found purchase on your hips again. 

He slowly lifted you up off his cock, only far enough that he slipped out of your cervix. Before you could whine at the loss, you cried out, being dropped on his entire length yet again. You heard Jester hum above you, grinding you down on his cock as he revelled in the feeling of your spasming walls. 

“Good pet, you feel good. Now, keep going for me,” he hummed, hands moving from your hips. You wasted no time in raising up on shaky legs before slamming back down on his cock, a silent scream faltering on your lips. 

You heard Pierrot groan from beside the two of you, enraptured at the pleasure you were struggling to take. You set a quick pace on Jester’s cock, bouncing on it like it was a life line. At his base, he was thick, enough to make your walls sore, and around the circumference of his dick, you felt rings, raised up bands that rubbed deliciously at your walls. Once you had set a good pace, you lost yourself in the motions, the only thing playing in your head being don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum…

You nearly shrieked as you felt one of Jester’s fingers begin rubbing soft circles around your clit. You jerked once, twice, before bounding down harder on him. “Don’ cmmm~” you slurred out in a whisper, panting hard as you tried so desperately to not break the rules. 

“That’s right, sweetheart. Be good for me,” Jester soothed, mask brushing your cheek as he spoke low into your ear. His tongue licked a hot stripe up the edge of your ear, before nibbling softly at the lobe. You sobbed, everything feeling too much, too much-

You stopped moving altogether, holding your breath as you fought desperately to not break the rules. Your cunt spasmed around his cock, only making it harder on you. “Come on, keep up,” Jester cooed out. You whined, shaking your head. 

“Gon’ cum-” you hissed out, eyes squeezed shut as you bit your lip, tasting the metallic tang of blood. He chuckled. 

“Well, don’t do that, either. Come on, I know you have more in you,” he urged, hand moving to your hip. He guided you to lean forward, before rocking you against him, your clit rubbing up against the base of his cock. You shook your head, hands moving to push against his chest. 

“Nuh-uh, I can’t- I-” you pleaded desperately. You heard a groan beside you, and you turned your head on instinct. You watched in defeat as Pierrot’s large hand milked against his knot as he shot ropes of cum against himself, thighs twitching as face flushed a bright red, gazing at you in a way that almost felt like worship. 

Really, you didn’t stand a chance. It was a miracle you lasted as long as you did, but you still felt fear as your vision whited out, cunt spasming around Jester’s length as you came, harder than you could ever remember. He kept you rocking against him, the constant pressure against your clit only helping you ride out your orgasm. 

“Sorry- ‘m sorry, sorry, fuck, please let me good, I want to be good- g-good lamb, ngh-!” you babbled out, gritting your teeth as you desperately tried to atone for your wrongdoings. Jester was silent until you were finished, slumping against him in exhaustion. 

“Lamb…” he muttered softly. “Lamb, look at me,” he ordered. You groaned, head swaying  as you lifted your upped body to look at him. To your surprise, he didn’t look angry, just gazing at you with a stern look. “You did the best you could, hm?” he asked. You nodded desperately. He rocked you against him once again, making your eyes shoot wide in surprise at the stimulation. “Good lamb~” he purred out, glowering down at you, his lips set in an affectionate smile. 

You squeaked out as he grabbed hold of both your hips, picking you up off his cock. You felt the air get punched from your lungs as he slammed you down, wasting no time in setting a brutal pace. You squealed, unable to do anything but take it. Pierrot whined next to the two of you, slick sounds coming from his corner of the room, matching the brutal pace Jester had set as he fucked you. Stars popped in your vision as the rings of his cock caught on to every sensitive spot, making your thighs tense hard around Jester’s hips. Standing roughly, the chair fell to the ground, Jester slamming you down on the table as he pushed your thighs against your chest, the mating press making every slip in and out of your cervix that much more noticeable. 

“I should punish you,” he muttered through grit teeth. You whined, but nodded. Fuck, whatever he says. Anything he says. “But my cock’s never been that hard. You just want to be good, hn? Wanna be an obedient little thing?” he crooned out. He leaned down, biting hard on your thigh as your eyes rolled back, another orgasm threatening to pull you under. 

“Stay here with us. With me. Keep being good for me and you can stay, as long as you want,” Jester promised. At that, you were swept under with your second orgasm, evidence of your pleasure shooting out of you, soiling Jesters clothes. He groaned, the base of his cock grinding against your cunt as he bottomed out. You felt his hot seed spill into you, flooding your womb with the sheer amount of it. You trembled in his gasp as the two of you rode out your highs, overwhelmed by the impossible pleasure attacking every nerve of your body. 

Finally, after staying seated inside of you for several moments after he had finished cumming, he began pulling out. You whined in offense, pawing towards him pitifully. Jester chuckled, grabbing one hand in his as he kissed the back gently. “Sweet lamb, you’ve been so good. But so has Pierrot, and he would like a turn,” Jester cooed out, chuckling as his cum spilled onto the floor. You heard Pierrot stand abruptly, his chair screeching back. Jester stepped back, allowing Pierrot room as Pierrot wasted no time in pawing at your body. 

“My dear,” he panted out, licking and sucking at your neck as he lined his cock up to your soaking entrance. “It was torture waiting, watching you scream in pleasure yet not being granted the relief of touching you.” His tone was desperate, needy, and only grew more so as his cock head slid through your folds. You groaned, already overstimulated as his cock bullied its way into your walls. 

“C-careful, love too- too much-” you mumbled, gazing up at him. He grabbed your hands in his, holding them tight against his chest as he began to rut against you. 

“‘M sorry, my love, I need you,” he hissed out. His knot was still half inflated from his previous orgasms, and it popped in and out of your cunt with the force of his thrusts, causing your eyes to roll back. You clutched at his half undone top, using the soft fabric to ground yourself as the pleasure threatened to undo you. He let out a delirious giggle, licking up the side of your face before biting hard into your neck. “My love feels good on my cock- my cock,” he slurred out possessively. As much as he had enjoyed seeing Jester please you, he yearned even more to be the one causing that pleasure, being the reason your toes curled and your back arched. 

You heard Jester chuckle from beside you, and you whipped your head over to him, gazing up at him through your cockdrunk expression. “My, my, I might get jealous if you start liking his cock more than mine~” Jester teased. Pierrot responded with a sharper thrust, bullying whatever response you could come up with right out of your throat. 

“They were mine, first-” Pierrot grunted, his knot beginning to swell again. He brought one hand down, beginning to swirl around your clit, ensuring you couldn’t respond. 

“Of course~” Jester snickered, simply enjoying the chance to instigate a bit. Pierrot ignored him, but you gazed up at Jester for just a moment longer. He caught your gaze, smiling before running a hand through your hair. As if sensing your doubt, he leaned in close, lips ghosting along your ear as he spoke. “Go on, be a good lamb and cum on his cock,” he purred out. 

At that moment, your body seized up for the third time that night, clenching hard around Pierrot’s cock as you came. He let out a sharp whine. Bottoming out inside of you as his knot suddenly inflated. You wrapped your arms around Pierrot as he buried his face into the other side of your neck, biting into the soft flesh as he whimpered against your skin. Jester just watched, a mix of amusement and affection on his face. 

“You two did good,” Jester commented as you and Pierrot's breathing began to calm. The two of you gazed up at Jester, still reeling from your shared climax. “Clean up here, then come to the black tent. We need to tell the others of your new… arrangements,” Jester smiled sweetly. Pierrot giggled, nuzzling against you. Jester gave you a small wink, his grin becoming a bit more devious. You shuddered- you knew this wouldn’t be the last time he’d see you like this. 

“I love you, my dear,” Pierrot purred against your neck. You were brought back to the moment, humming softly in adoration as you nuzzled against him.