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So this is where you’ll be spending your final moments… pathetic isn’t it?

You’re trapped in a dark abyss, stowed away within disgustingly humid gut; just about ready to churn to mush. Your own little hellish world where you’re meant to spend the last few measly hours of your life.

That is, if you even last that long. 

You gasp for breath, the stale oxygen making you cough, the fumes watering your eyes, using any strength you can to push against the walls squishing inwards on you. 

To properly was nearly impossible, the organ so small, you could barely fit. You don’t know how they were able to get you down, the tight squeeze nearly suffocating you, but unfortunately for you, their perseverance proved to be just as strong as their stomach walls. 

You’re curled up, knees pressed against your chest, squishing into your ribs with each breath; digging in even harder with every clench and contraction of the stomach walls as the organ slowly makes sense of its new slab of meat to churn. 

Drenched in frothy stomach acids, your hair dripping with the stuff, run-off pooling around and seeping into your skin. 

You’re helpless as a slight tingling sensation slowly grows, spreading across your body. 

Though you couldn’t see, darkness encompassing you, it felt like every other sense has heightened, the searing heat overwhelming your brain and leaving you dizzy— oh, that actually might be the gastric fumes encompassing you. 

God—It smells so fucking bad. The acrid air is thick with pungent Vapor, the oxygen just barely breathable and making your eyes water. every breath shallow and stale, not to mention air was depleting quickly with each ravenous belch that was blasted up their throat. 

Though with every couple belches, your captor gives a bit of mercy and will swallow a couple gulps of fresh air. you were sure it was purely to keep you going for a bit longer, wanting to savor your body for as long as possible, of course. They worked hard for you, clearly they’re not gonna let their hunt end that quickly. 

Prodding against their stomach walls, fingers stretching and pushing at the folds of rugae. you tried to get their attention muffled pleas that you hoped would get through to them, only to be met with silence. You were lucky if they mustered out a hum of enjoyment from the outside, rumbling all around you. 

Embarrassing.

This may be your last moments you can’t even fight back, one would assume they would die thrashing, kicking desperately against the stomach walls but no, your pred had to choose you. To gorge themselves on a meal they’ll spend an inordinate amount of time digesting. 

you tense up as an unnatural presence prods back against your back. pressure felt past the layers of organ, fat, muscle and skin. A couple fingers dancing along your spine, curving down the paunch; which you certainly had helped in forming. They repeated this motion a few times, giving their gut a nice hefty slap as well, wobbling you and sloshing around the concoction you’re stewing in. 

Feeling that utter humiliation as they truly enjoy their meal to the fullest, you try to struggle and kick, using any energy you have left to extend your limbs out against the tight, slime laden walls.

 You could feel them tense up, holding their breath and let out a groan as their stomach walls clench, forcing your legs back into position knocking the wind out of your chest; once again sending you heaving for toxic air, gagging with each desperate breath. 

You have to get out, you can’t die like this. you feel everything surrounding you attempting to drain every bit of life from you. 

With the calm heartbeat casually thumping above, your captor content and happy to digest you without a care or worry someone will come looking for you— and there’s nothing to do but writhe around and whine for the pleasure of someone else.

You couldn’t catch a break. 

Every night, every damn night, the second you managed to get rid of one clown, another would show up in your bedroom unannounced. 

It didn’t matter which one came first. The second you convinced the red one to leave, the green one showed up. When you finally got the green one to go away, the red one would come in wagging his tail. 

You just wanted to sleep for once. You’d been zoning out at work, pulling shots into non-existent demitasses, greeting customers you’d already spoken to, and all because you could barely manage five hours of sleep. You could only nap so much as well, since they always wanted you at the damn circus. You were at your wits end, ready to snap at the smallest inconvenience-

“What the fuck do you want?!” you yelled out, hearing the slight jingle of bells as your balcony door was pulled open. You didn’t know which one to expect there, but you didn’t care. You just wanted sleep-

“Oh, so feisty, meu amor~” you heard the Harlequin purr as he shut the door, locking it with an audible click! You groaned pitifully, falling back onto your bed. Harlequin’s brow furrowed behind his mask, seeing that this was actual distress, and not you playing up dramatics for fun like you tended to do. He moved closer carefully, his teasing tone ebbing away just slightly. “Wow, I’ve never seen you so worked up before,” he purred out, sitting next to you on your bed. He hovered a hand over your thigh, hesitating to touch you. Ultimately, he decided against it, brushing a few curls from his face instead. 

“Go away,” you growled out, throwing an arm over your face to cover your eyes. You felt near tears with how exhausted you were. 

“Aw, don’t be like that, dearest. Did something happen? I can make you forget about it~” he teased, leaning in closer to try and get a look at your face. You sat up, face close to his as you glared at him. 

“One night! One fucking night, I that too much to ask??” you yelled, exasperated. You stood up, pacing around your room in a frantic manner. “Every night without fail, you and Pierrot come prancing in here like you own the place,” you seethed. Harlequin puffed up with pride hearing how you spat out his competition's name with such contempt, but you didn’t seem too pleased with him either, so he reeled it in for now. “Unlike you guys, I’m human. I need sleep. Once I barely manage to get rid of one of you, the other comes knocking five minutes later! I can’t even lock my door, you guys find a way in! I poured ice on the floor today because I forgot to grab a cup!” By this point, you felt tears fall from your eyes, weeks of sleep deprivation making you feel crazy. “Please, I just want to sleep,” you begged, stopping your pacing to face him, giving him a pleading look. 

Harlequin didn’t sympathize with humans. With everything your kind had put him through, he saw you guys as a means to an end, a survival tactic. Nothing more. So, the pang of guilt ringing through his chest confused him. Something about seeing you so… pitiful made his chest feel tight. 

“If that is what you wish, dear one,” he said, leaning towards you as he spoke. You whined, eye twitching. 

“No, I- after you leave, Pierrot will show up, and-”

“Let me stay. I’ll ensure you get your rest,” he assured, already shedding his cape, moving to place it in a messy heap on your desk. You gaped at him. 

You truly expected him to tease you more, maybe try and come onto you like usual, but he was being… courteous. You were shocked. 

“What? I may be a monster, but I’m not a, well, monster. Besides, we can’t have fun if you’re crying pitifully the whole time,” he said haughtily, pulling back the comforter on your bed, motioning you in. You blinked at him, still processing his proposal. 

“You’ll… let me sleep?” you asked doubtfully. 

“I swear it, dear one,” he promised. 

“And you won’t fight with Pierrot and wake me up if he shows up?” you asked. He grinned slyly. 

“I have my ways of keeping him away~” he said, motioning once again for you to get under the covers. 

“...Why?” you asked, tilting your head. He chuckled. 

“You need to be well rested if I’m going to play with you, don’t you agree?” he teased. You rolled your eyes. 

“Whatever. Just don’t wake me up,” you grumbled, getting under the covers as you snuggled into your blankets. You felt Harlequin tuck you under the blankets, patting your head soothingly. 

“Goodnight, my dear,” he murmured. Your eyes popped open as you looked up at him. 

“Aren’t you joining?” you asked. 

Harlequin froze. “O que?” he said, surprise rooting him in place. He studied you, trying to see if you were joking. 

“Join,” you ordered shortly, not having it in you to ask him oh-so sweetly. 

He stayed in place for a few moments, simply watching you. You gazed up at him expectantly while he tried to decide on what to do. 

Finally, he got over his surprise, grinning haughtily as he climbed into bed behind you. “Oh, dear one, if you wanted to sleep with me, all you had to do was ask~” he purred out. You scooted back to seat yourself against him, putting him in the big spoon position as you scoffed lightly. 

“Later,” you said shortly, though your amusement at his teasing was obvious. No sooner than you had responded were you fast asleep, going lax against Harlequin as you rested trustingly in his presence. 

Harlequin studied you as you slept, an arm hovering above you hesitantly. This time, he decided to give in to his urge, wrapping it around you. He let out a soft whimper, barely audible as he held you close to him. His head spun, nuzzling against your back as he took in your scent. He found himself wanting to care for you, not just wanting to fuck you (though he wanted that as well, of course). He knew what his feelings meant. He knew exactly what they meant. 

It scared him. 

“Stupid human,” he murmured against the back of your neck, dragging his teeth along the skin. It wasn’t meant to be teasing, despite the shiver you gave in response. He was holding himself back. The need to mark you, claim you, was nearly overwhelming. 

He hissed lowly as he heard the sound of nails trailing down glass. He looked up, seeing Pierrot glowering at him from the locked balcony door as he tapped the glass, a throwing knife threateningly held in his other hand. Harlequin shook his head at the Pierrot, nodding to your unconscious form. Pierrot pouted, using his long claws to pick the flimsy, wide lock of the door. 

“They’re sleeping,” Harlequin growled out, tone near a whisper. Pierrot glowered at him. 

“Move, then. I’ll keep them company.” Pierrot’s tone left no room for argument. So, Harlequin made room for argument. 

“They were crying from exhaustion, because someone couldn’t stay away. If you wake them, I’m sure Jester would love to know what you’ve been using your pretty voice for~” he purred out dangerously, the threat making Pierrot freeze in slight fear. He glanced between you and Harlequin, looking torn as he whimpered. After a few moments, Pierrot relented, shutting the balcony door and locking it before sitting at your desk, leaning back in the chair comfortably as he kept a keen eye on your sleeping form. “What are you doing?” Harlequin asked, raising a brow. 

“Making sure you don’t do anything,” Pierrot said, pout etched on his face. He wished he were the one holding you instead, but he couldn’t help but feel guilty that you’d been crying earlier. Sure, it was both of their faults, but Pierrot wasn’t thinking that far ahead. 

Harlequin was peeved. He knew their… past wasn’t the prettiest, but did Pierrot really think he’d hurt you? Things were different this time. He only did what he had to. Hell, Pierrot was only here because of what he did. He couldn’t-

Harlequin shoved his masked face against your neck forcefully, taking in as much of your scent as he could to calm himself down. He didn’t like how much the other performer’s presence set him off. He also didn’t like how much you made him feel, but that was easier to stomach than the rage at Pierrot’s wary expression. 

He wasn’t sure why it bothered him so much. It hadn’t in the past, so what was different now?

He continued ruminating silently, for hours. It wasn’t until Pierrot fell asleep that Harlequin followed suit, holding you close as you slept safely in his arms. 

His arms. 

You had woken up alone, nothing but a note with a green heart messily drawn on it being left as evidence that anyone had even been there. You’d kept that note in your pocket, going into work as usual. The circus was closed that day, so you expected to see Harlequin at work. However, when only Pierrot showed up, you couldn’t help but feel a little hurt. Sure, you loved seeing him (especially when you weren’t sleep deprived), but you missed the green monster who’d made you feel safe the night before. 

…

Two days. Two days since you two had slept in bed next to each other, and you had seen no sight of your beloved Harlequin. Not at work, not before bed, nothing. So, you’d come to the circus (though you would have either way), hoping to corner him after his show. 

You had a spare green ticket he’d given you before that you hadn’t used yet, so you showed it to TIcket Taker for entry. To your surprise, he simply shook his head at you, an apologetic look on his face. 

“I’m afraid you cannot use this ticket tonight, dear guest. The Harlequin’s show is closed for tonight,” he said. “I would be happy to direct you to our ticket booth to purchase a standard ticket, however,” he offered. You raised a brow in confusion. 

“I know where the ticket boothe is by now. Is Harle ok?” you asked, putting the ticket away and grabbing your wallet. Ticket Taker’s grin tightened. 

“He’s not feeling well. I apologize for the inconvenience,” he said, motioning more curtly for you to go to the ticket boothe. You nodded. 

“Well, thank you then. I’ll be right back,” you said, moving towards the ticket booth managed by one of the fools. You waited in line patiently, purchasing your ticket before having it properly punched by Ticket Taker. 

“Enjoy the shows, dear guest. Remember that the green tent is closed,” he stressed warningly. You smiled, nodding. 

“Got it, thanks!” you chirped, before heading straight for the green tent. Ticket taker just rolled his eyes, his blue eye glowing in clear irritation. 

“Their funeral,” he muttered to himself, before his grin returned, greeting the next guest politely. 

“Harle?” you cooed softly, slipping into the back of the green tent, where the other resided between shows. It was dark, so you pulled out your phone, turning on the flashlight. “What the fuck-!”

You jumped back seeing Harlequin right in front of you, devoid of clothes as he lowered on all fours, like a big cat ready to pounce. His curly hair was all messy, his horns out on full display. You could see where his tendrils left his back as they curled around him, one leading down under him, where you couldn’t see where it ended. His claws dug into the floor of the tent, the inky black skin of his face and hands on display, contrasted by the alabaster hue of his arms and torso. 

Once your shock subsided, you drank in the sight of him hungrily. Of course, you knew they were monsters, but you had yet to see Pierrot or Harlequin without their masks, much less without costumes. The only thing you could think was-

“You’re beautiful,” you whispered, turning off your flashlight before kneeling down to him. You were no longer able to see him, but you were ok with that as you cupped his face in the dark, gently brushing over his cheekbones with your thumbs. “What’s wrong, Harley?” you asked, leaning in closer. 

“Leave,” he growled out, even as he nuzzled into your hands. You shook your head, already knowing he could see you in the dark. 

“Not until I figure out what’s up. I owe you one, after all,” you smiled, sitting down in front of him. He crawled over you, pushing you back until you were laying on the ground of his tent, him hovering over you. He rested his weight over you, nuzzling into your neck as he greedily inhaled your scent. 

His purring rumbled against your chest, reverberating through you as you laughed softly. You tangled your hand in the curls at the back of his head, holding him closer to you. 

“Couldn’t stay away, dearest?” he teased, though with the way his voice broke, it sounded more like a plea. You laughed. 

“You know I can’t. Tell me what’s up,” you responded softly. 

“If you must know,” he grumbled, “...it’s my heat. I need to breed something. I don’t suppose you’d be willing to help?” You could hear the grin in his voice as he desperately tried to cover up his desperation. Harlequin liked for you to be the needy one, begging for him while he watched, cool and composed above you. He didn’t like the tables being turned. He just prayed you didn’t notice his tendril slowly working at his cock while he laid atop you-

“Oh! Sure,” you shrugged. He snickered. 

“Are you sure you can keep up with me, dear one? You can barely handle all of me when I’m not in heat,” he purred. You felt him lap against your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there as you bit back a moan. 

“I’m sure I’ll manage,” you grumbled. “Now hurry up, before I change my mind,” you said, pushing at his shoulder playfully to get him to sit up. He obliged, using a tendril to grip your wrists, hoisting you up with him. 

You let him lead you to his bed, pushing you onto it as his tendrils slithered under your clothes needily, panting breaths leaving his lips. You took your shirt off as he pulled off your shoes, tugging your pants off afterwards. He was silent the whole way, entirely focused on his task. 

Once you were bare, he laid you back on the bed, crawling over you as he spread your legs. You waited for the familiar feeling of his cocks penetrating you, but instead, you felt his teeth lock into your neck, making you moan. 

“Aren’t you gonna fuck me?” you asked, arching your hips up towards his. He’d normally spend hours just teasing you, making you beg, but with how feral he looked while in heat you expected him to just mount you right away.

“Just let me play with you for a while, dear one,” he purred out, his voice more affectionate than it was teasing, surprising you. He licked over the bite mark he left, before nuzzling against your skin, spreading his scent. You were used to scenting from Pierrot, piecing together it was something that was incredibly intimate between monsters, but you never expected it out of Harlequin. He pawed at your hips, rutting his hard lengths against your thigh as he scented you. You laughed softly. 

“Never pegged you for the affectionate type,” you quipped, running a hand down his torso, letting your nails gently dig into the lithe sinew of his abdomen. He hissed softly in pleasure, rutting harder against you. 

“‘M not, I-” he started, hissing as you wrapped a hand around his cocks. He wrapped one of his appendages around your wrist, pulling your hand away. He groaned, struggling to finish his sentence. 

“Aww, is the big bad Harlequin all needy in his heat?” you purred, trying and failing to tug your arm from his grip. You saw his glowing emerald eyes glower down at you. You laughed, even as he shoved a tendril in your mouth to shut you up. 

“Hush. I just- I need to-” he said, his mind too jumbled to string a coherent sentence together. He leaned down, lapping at your neck before continuing to scent you. He moaned, rolling his hips harder against your leg. “My pretty little mate~” he murmured against you, pressing heated kisses against your skin. 

His affection shocked you. Normally, if you were underneath Harlequin, inviting him to fuck you, the only reason he’d hesitate would be to make you beg. But now, in his heat, he seemed almost pained at the thought, his instincts screaming to mark you, claim you, show you that you were his. 

You suckled on the appendage in your mouth, moaning around it softly as it rocked back and forth across your tongue, shallowly fucking your mouth. His hands roamed your body, slowly mapping out every inch of skin beneath his grasp, not wanting to leave any part of you untouched. You whined softly, heat pooling in your gut as his hands ran over you in a way that was nearly reverent. 

“Mine,” he gasped, “not Pierrot’s. Mine,” he stressed, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, over your collarbone until his lips met your nipple, sucking at the sensitive bud as he laved his forked tongue over it, making you squirm under him. “My pretty little mate. Safe with me. Just me…” he purred, relaxing as he soothed himself with his words. You were oblivious to the way Pierrot’s actions the other night had completely set Harlequin off, to the way you feeling safe enough to sleep next to him triggered his heat a week early. All you knew was that the normally teasing and flamboyant Harlequin was now kneading at the plush of your hips like a cat, purring and nuzzling against you between heated kisses and nips. 

You finally managed to turn your head just enough to let the tendril in your mouth slip out. You panted, swallowing the bit of drool that had pooled in your mouth before speaking. “Just yours~” you purred, wrapping a thigh around his waist to tug him closer. His cocks twitched in interest, the prehensile lengths twitching towards your entrance. Harlequin whined above you as he began grinding against your slick cunt.

“D-do you want it, dear one?” he asked, his voice failing to sound teasing, sounding more pathetic than anything. You licked up the shell of his ear, nibbling softly on the lobe as you felt his knees nearly buckle at the motion. 

“I want you so bad, Harlequin,” you whispered softly against his ear. You’d never had the upper hand before with the Harlequin, so you were taking every advantage he gave you while he was so needy, so docile. He whined at your teasing, pressing the tapered tips of both of his cocks to your entrance. 

He began to slowly press his cocks into you, stretching your cunt wide around his dual lengths. You moaned softly, trying your best to relax so you could take him. Normally, you were the pathetic one during sex, so you almost didn’t believe your eyes when his began to water, his lip trembling as he bottomed out. Once he was fully seated inside of you, he stayed there, simply letting you cockwarm him as he kept kneading at your hips. 

“You’re like a cat when you’re in heat,” you mused through your shaky breaths, petting his head that was tucked against your neck. He let out a soft hum in response, nuzzling further into your neck. “Aw, kitty Harlequin! It suits you,” you teased. Normally, he’d kill you for these little comments, but you knew he wouldn’t do much right now. 

What you didn’t expect him to do was moan, his cocks twitching inside of you at the pet name. 

Your eyes went wide as you studied him- his labored breathing, his twitching lengths, the kneading that got harder at your voice. A slow, almost sadistic grin spread on your face at the realization. 

Harlequin was a little bitch in his heat. 

“Aw, you wanna be my kitty, baby?” you purred against his ear, making him whine. 

“F-fuck off,” he barely managed to spit out, even as his hips bucked against your involuntarily. You snickered, pushing at his shoulder. 

“Roll over,” you murmured. He scoffed. 

“Why would I?’ he asked, rocking his hips harder into you as you moaned softly underneath him. 

“Come on,” you purred out, “don’t you wanna be my good kitty~?”

“UGH, fine,” he groaned, grabbing your hips to roll you on top of him. “Only because I want to though, not because you asked,” he quipped. You laughed softly. 

“Mhm, sure,” you mused, before taking in the sight below you. It was still dark, but you didn’t need light when his pretty glowing eyes were narrowed in a submissive pout. The normally in control Harlequin looked pathetic under you, his hips squirming under yours as your walls clenched in arousal around him. “Do you need it, kitty?” you purred out, leaning over to hover over him, forehead pressed to his as you looked down at him with an almost predatory look. A conflicted whine left his lips as he looked you up and down, clearly enjoying the view. 

“I don’t beg,” he spat, making you snicker. 

“Maybe not normally, but you might while you’re in heat,” you said, grinding down on him. His eyelids fluttered in pleasure as a whimper tore through his throat. “Don’t you wanna try it? For your pretty little mate?” you asked. 

“Fuck, please,” he hissed out, almost involuntarily. You smiled. You wanted to push it, but you knew it was likely painful for him to even ask for that much. You lifted your hips up, leaving just his tips inside of you before lowering back down. Your eyes rolled back at the force of the motion, his claws digging into your waist as he cried out. 

You braced your hands on his chest before bouncing on his cocks, groaning low as the prehensile lengths squirmed in your cunt, wet noises resounding through the tent as you rode him. Harlequin moaned under you, the glow of his eyes barely visible from how far they were rolled back. 

“Hah- kitty likes it, huh?” you panted out, bouncing harder on him. He grunted lowly. 

“S-so good, dear one,” he breathed out, stammering through the words. You giggled, drunk on power as he fell apart beneath you. 

His cocks rammed into your most sensitive spots with ease, your poor gspot getting battered with each hard thrust. It didn’t help that his cocks arched towards your sweet spots on instinct from the dozens of times the two of you had fucked before. Harlequin would never admit it, but this time was different. He didn’t just want to fuck you, he wanted to mate you. Keep you tucked safe against him, have you look at him with those trusting eyes like you had the other night. His heat left him vulnerable to the emotions he had tried so hard to bury deep inside. He couldn’t help the tears that sprung to his eyes as you rode him, the emotions only making the pleasure feel that much more raw. 

You slowed down your riding as you noticed the tears in his eyes. As pretty as they were, you didn’t want him to be actually upset. “You okay, Harley?” you asked softly, slowly stopping your movements. 

To your surprise, his eyes went wide, his hips bucking against yours desperately. “Please don’t stop, dear one! Please, I need it, I need you. Please keep fucking me, dearest. Please-”

You stared at him, mouth agape as he begged so shamelessly. Still, you didn’t want to deny him, grinding down on his cocks as he went lax beneath you, letting himself get swept under by the pleasure. 

“Good kitty,” you gritted out, the pleasure assaulting your clit from grinding on him making your head feel fuzzy. He groaned beneath you, his back arching. His hands found their way around your shoulders, tugging you in close. One hand moved to the back of your head, pressing your face to kiss as he pulled you into a heated kiss. You moaned against him, letting his forked tongue fill your mouth as you suckled around it, his hips stuttering up into yours at the motion. 

“M-mate- my mate. Let me cum in you- breed you. Please, dear one,” he mumbled against your mouth, not letting you respond as his tongue slithered nearly down your throat. You rocked your hips harder against him, his words sending you dangerously close to the edge. You did your best to nod against him, humming a short ‘mhm’ of approval. 

All it took was a few more thrusts before he pulled his lips from yours, eyes rolling back as he bucked into you desperately. 

“Fuck- I love you-!” he blurted out, hips stilling against yours as his back arched, his orgasm crashing into him. His shocking confession sent you hurtling towards your own release, groaning above him as you humped onto him desperately, riding the both of you through. Harlequin shook below you as his cum shot into you, dripping around his cocks at the sheer amount of it. 

You both panted as you came down from your highs. You slowly lifted off of him, making him whine in displeasure. He gripped your hips, tugging you back down as you whined in overstimulation. 

“Harleyy~ too much,” you whined. He whimpered, rolling the both of you over. He pressed his body against yours, as much skin to skin contact as he could manage. 

“Mate,” he grunted out possessively. “Need you. Need you to be mine,” he panted, rocking into you. 

“Fuck, kitty, you feel good,” you whined, legs shaking as he rutted into you desperately. He moaned, locking his teeth into your neck in an animalistic manner, no doubt leaving a mark. 

He continued fucking you like that, hips smacking against yours as he whined incoherent babbled against your skin, his teeth digging in deeper and deeper. You wrapped your arms around him, raking your nails down his back like you knew he liked, careful to avoid the sensitive bases of his tendrils. You couldn’t help the wicked grin on your face as you remembered. His tendrils. 

“Hahh~ d-dear one, have mercy~” he whined, feeling you grab onto the base of two of his tendrils, squeezing in time with his thrusts. His hips still against you as he mewled, cumming just from the action. You moaned, feeling his cocks twitch inside of you as he released his second orgasm in your already overflowing cunt. 

To your relief, he pulled out, letting your oversensitivity fade. To your horror, he slid down your body, spreading your thighs as he lowered his face to your cunt. He lapped against your entrance, giving small kitten licks to your already overstimulated pussy as he cleaned up the sticky mess between your thighs. 

“Kitty,” you groaned, rocking your hips towards his face despite your oversensitivity. “I need a break,” you whined. He groaned in displeasure, sucking against your clit as your back arched. He glared up at you, making it clear he wasn’t stopping. 

You felt one of his tendrils tease the entrance of your cunt before slowly pushing in, curling right against your gspot as he suckled at your clit. Your eyes rolled back at the dual stimulation, your second orgasm already hurtling towards you. 

“S-shit- gonna cum,” you panted out, letting a hand tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. He moaned against you, the vibrations sending you over the edge. Your thighs shook as your vision whited out, your second orgasm that much more intense. He continued moaning against your clit, the tendril inside of you rubbing against your gspot with deadly accuracy. He only let up when you began to writhe against him, far too overstimulated. 

He crawled back up your body, nuzzling into your neck as he purred deep in his chest, his arms and tendrils wrapping tightly around you. You giggled softly at the affection, though you were still slightly out of breath. 

“How do you feel?” Harlequin asked, his voice seeming almost small. You laughed breathily. 

“Good. Tired,” you hummed in response. Aftercare was foreign with the green monster, so his sudden sweetness was received with great interest. “How do you feel? Is your heat better?” you asked gently. 

“For now,” he grunted, relaxing his entire body weight into you. You smiled, adoring this needy, kitten-like side of the normally cocky man. You carded your fingers through his hair, holding his head to you. 

You knew his heat would likely last a while, so you relaxed against him, trying to get as much rest as you could. Just before you slipped into sleep however, you remembered something. Something important. 

“Hey, Harley?” you asked. He hummed softly in acknowledgement. 

You didn’t know how long you’d been wandering, but you were hungry, thirsty, and tired; you just wanted to rest. How did your friends let you go to this with your incredibly poor sense of direction? How did you let yourself go?

You paused at the sound of rushing water, concluding it was a good idea to follow (you were dying for a sip of water.) It didn’t take long for you to find the source—the walk was not long at all, as if you were already heading in the right direction anyway as if something was already luring you there before the sound.

You stopped at a gate, seemingly golden and decorated with roses. It appears to be well-kept, no tarnish to be seen. Why exactly is there a random gate in the middle of nowhere?

With just the slightest touch, the gate creaked open (you could’ve hopped over easily if it didn’t), and you, with hesitance and confusion, entered. It was unlike anything you’ve ever seen before: a breathtaking garden full of flowers and trees filled with leaves and fruits. It was beautiful. The subtle scent of fruit and nectar only lured you closer.

The waterfall was the first thing you reached. You cupped your hands into a bowl to collect the water, drinking until you were no longer parched. Then you continued, admiring the colorful plants along the way.

You could feel your fatigue leaving you with each step, with each breath of air, yet the deeper you entered the oddly enchanting garden, the sweeter the air became—enticing. You didn’t hear the gate close behind you, too entranced by the view.

Your stomach grumbled, and all you could do was comply with your hunger, plucking a succulent fruit from one of the trees. The fruit was odd, unknown to you; it should’ve made you pause—sunk caution into your bones—but it didn’t. You were hungry before, but now, with fruit in hand, you were starving.

Your teeth pierced its flesh, its juices sliding down your throat as you devoured it. It was mouthwatering, a taste you had never known but now can never forget. You reached for another, and another, and another until you were full—stomach feeling as if it’s one fruit away from bursting. You took a seat, leaning against the trunk of the tree and resting.

You were worried about how you would get back, but you figured (in an attempt to stay positive) that they would eventually send out a search party and find you. After all, you found this place pretty easily, and you couldn't have strayed that far, right?

Your eyelids felt heavy; even with the sun still up, you felt exhaustion weighing on you. A small nap wouldn’t hurt.

You still felt so tired, not knowing you had already slept for hours. You felt warm, limbs heavy, and eyes feeling glued shut—welded together with exhaustion and enervation. You didn’t move or shift; even if your mind was half awake, you couldn't.

That had a prickling thought of panic rising inside your brain, the rapid beating of your heart and the quickening of your breath being the only indication of your growing distress and anxiety. You couldn’t quite feel your surroundings, your sense of touch dulled, and the grass underneath you was not even a tickle.

A slight pressure met your lips, parting them delicately before slipping inside, stuffing your mouth full with its soft presence. A smooth substance glided down your throat; its taste was sweet and intoxicating. You gulped it down with no resistance, mind growing hazier with each drop.

The muscles in your limbs loosened, relaxing them, making you malleable and compliant. The heaviness faded into something else. You could feel yourself growing hot, arousal pooling in your underwear.

Something wrapped around your body, tugging at your clothes and removing them—taking your soaked panties and leaving you exposed. The thing inside your mouth slid out with a pop, retreating.

Then it—whatever ‘it’ is—raised you in the air, holding you by your legs, blood rushing to your head. You should’ve been alarmed, but with a brain full of cotton, all you could focus on was the throbbing of your cunt. You pried your eyes open, petals filling your vision. Vines enveloped you, blossoming flowers adorning it as it held you upside down, wrists tied together.

It spread your legs, one vine poking and prodding at your folds, soaking in your arousal. More vines slithered to your chest, fondling your breasts and curling around your nipples.

You squirmed, breathy moans leaving you. The vines continued, some slipping past your folds, one pressing against your clit while the other worked you open. You never felt anything like this before, moaning and whimpering for more.

It slipped out, having you clench around nothing with a whine. A large white bud blossomed in front of you, revealing (something you would’ve questioned more had the nectar not done its job) a flowery cock. It’s throbbing and warm as it enters your hole, fucking you with vigor and filling you with its sap, mouth falling open in a cry.

Another stuffs your mouth, and you greedily drink the liquid leaking from it, sucking and slurping with hot pleasure coursing your body. It pounds into you, its cocks hitting all the right spots as the vines fondle your breasts.

You scream when your climax hits you, the pleasure overwhelming as your body shakes and shudders, the flowery cocks following and spilling its seed inside you.

It seems the other plants in the garden grow curious, crowding you, feeling you all over, tasting your cum with its vines. They all take turns, another plant cock fucking you once the other ones are done cumming in you.

It repositions you, bending you over as some enter your ass, others shoving more vines down your throat. It’s all too much, making you cum too quickly from having the feeling of it in all your holes.

You have its sap leaking out of you, drooling around another cock as it takes you. It has you cuming over and over again, breeding you as your mind fizzles out from it, only caring about being fucked and filled.

This is all you are good for; this is where you belong, and it thinks so, too