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(Y/N) sighed again into his kiss. His tongue, long and so in-humanly different from her own, pressed into her mouth. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his glowing canary-colored ones, staring straight through her. Closing her eyes again, she pressed her upper body into his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer. 

Pierrot made a sound somewhere deep in his chest and all but collapsed on her. Her chest heaved as she tried to breathe in enough oxygen, her head going fuzzy. “Pierrot,” She gasped between kisses. “I can’t-” Kiss. “Hold my-” Kiss. “Breath-” Kiss. “As long-” Kiss. “As you.” Kiss. “Just-just a second, okay?” 

His dazed, blissed-out look snapped back to attention as he almost threw himself off of her. His arms jutted out straight, hands planted next to her head. “My lady, I-I’m sorry. I lost myself and I… I…” He quickly lost his train of thought as he gazed down at her. Hair spread around her head like a halo, eyes glassy, lips swollen, hands clutching desperately at her duvet. Pierrot groaned, catching himself at the last second from descending upon her again. 

“It’s okay,” She said. “I think I kind of like that, actually. Umm, do you, I mean, would you want to, I don’t know, do more?” She could feel her face burning in a mixture of embarrassment, anticipation, and leftover buzzing adrenaline from making out seconds ago. 

Pierrot made that sound again, somewhere between an animistic growl and a rumble of release. “You would… Let me?” He said quietly. His claws brushed against her hip, sliding ever so slightly underneath her shirt, pulling it up. The exposed skin felt sacred, like he was seeing something he was far too unworthy for. 

“Let you?” (Y/N) repeated with a small giggle. “Yeah, I’d let you. I want you to.” 

“I-I’ll be gentle,” Pierrot promised her, promised himself. 

Pierrot leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses against the column of her throat. She sighed, running her fingers through his long, silver hair. His sharp teeth nipped at her pulse point, enjoying the way the beat of her heart thrummed against his tongue. 

His hands slid up underneath her shirt until it was finally over her head and tossed somewhere. His large hand gripped her thigh, achingly close to the juncture between her hip and leg. His other hand fumbled along her back until it finally came into contact with the strap of her bra. Not wanting to untangle himself from her, to spend a second away from the warmth of her body, he fiddled with the hooks blindly. (Y/N) yelped as Pierrot accidentally snapped the strap in an inelegant attempt to unhook it. 

“You’re doing it wrong,” A singsong voice teased from the doorway. 

Pierrot immediately tensed, scowling. (Y/N) laughed lightly as she pushed herself up on her elbows, looking over at the door. 

“Hi, Harlequin,” She said. “You’re dripping.” 

Harlequin grinned wickedly. “So are you, dear one.” 

One of the consequences for (Y/N) having given both of her lovers a key to her apartment, in a fruitless effort to get them to stop from breaking in using her balcony door, was that the two monsters would let themselves in whenever they wanted. Harlequin shook his head, a spray of water flicking from his curls after getting caught in the weather outside. Not paying any mind to his wet clothes, or, perhaps, very aware of them, he strode over to the bed. Unceremoniously, he fell beside the tangled couple. Lying on his side, he posed with one hand on his hip and propping up on his elbow, resting his head in his upturned palm. His grin widened as Pierrot pulled (Y/N) closer to him as if to shield her body from his lecherous gaze. 

While the three of them had wholeheartedly agreed to being in a relationship, (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel Pierrot and Harlequin were one wrong move away from turning this cold war hot, and not in a fun way. 

“You know, I’m kind of hurt,” Harlequin said, reaching out and curling a finger around a lock of her hair. “You both going along and having fun without me.” 

“You have great timing,” (Y/N) said. “I figured you’d show up eventually.” 

“He certainly has timing,” Pierrot said. “I wouldn’t exactly call it great, though.” 

Harlequin hummed, eyes narrowing. “You know, this is really your fault,” He teased. “Our poor, innocent Pierrot has become sort of a pervert ever since he met you.” 

“Don’t listen to him, my dear!” Pierrot yelped. “I’m not-! I would never-!” 

“Oh? You’re the one who started breaking into her place in the middle of the night first, remember? Tell me, (Y/N), did you ever happen to wake up with a strange taste in your mouth?” 

Harlequin snickered at Pierrot’s flustered stuttering as the latter tried to defend himself from a crime they all knew he was guilty of. (Y/N) had come to terms with that particular detail a long time ago. 

“So what’s your excuse, then?” (Y/N) said, playfully shoving Harlequin. 

He mock gasped and held a hand to his chest. “Excuse you! I’m not a pervert, I’m a savant!” As if to prove himself, he reached behind (Y/N)’s back and undid the clasp on her bra with one definitive flick of his wrist. 

The cups fell from her chest, exposing her to them. Suddenly very aware of her own body and the two hungry pairs of eyes observing her every minuscule movement, she lifted her arm up to cover herself. 

Pierrot caught her hand. “Please, don’t. You’re so beautiful, my lady. I want to see every part of you.” He leaned forward, forehead gently touching hers. 

Harlequin neatly slid behind her, resting her back against his chest. His hands came around her, one pressed against her stomach and the other just below her breast, twitching to reach up and squeeze. “I want to see everything, too. I bet you make the cutest faces.” He nipped at her neck. 

“Pierrot, Harlequin,” She gasped out, eyes closing as she leaned back into the latter's embrace, the former following to press into her. 

“Of course,” Harlequin said, not satisfied to just let the moment play out without additional ribbing. “I don’t know how much help our dear Pierrot will be. I said he was a pervert, but I didn’t say he was a very good one. Poor little virginal Pierrot, no idea what to do with his love even when she’s all open and waiting in front of him, huh?” 

“Do you ever stop talking?” Pierrot growled. 

“I just want to give our darling a heads up, is all,” Harlequin said with fake innocence. “At least one of us needs to make sure she isn’t disappointed with some fumble in the dark.” 

“I don’t know what I’m doing either,” (Y/N) interrupted the argument before it could really start. “I mean, I’ve kissed a few people,” she ignored the flash of bloodlust in their eyes. “But I haven’t really, you know, done anything. So if you’re going to give Pierrot a hard time you have to give me one, too.” 

The two paused at her confession. Suddenly, the air in the room felt heavier, the rain beating against the windows much louder. Their eyes met briefly as a moment of understanding passed between them. This, this was much more serious than they thought. Their naturally possessive nature seemed to double. The idea of keeping their human so close, having such intimate knowledge before anyone else, being the first, last, and only ones to ever bring her pleasure, and that she would readily let them have access to it, stirred a deep hunger in their gut. 

Harlequin, wanting to break the tension, smirked and (Y/N) immediately regretted her choice of phrasing. “Oh,” He said. “I can give you something hard alright-” 

Pierrot tackled him. 

As they wrestled on the ground, (Y/N) rolled over on her belly, watching them from the edge of the bed, feet kicking up and chin in the palm of her hand. “I have downstairs neighbors, guys,” She said. 

They either ignored or simply didn’t hear her. Harlequin’s cackle of victory suddenly turned into a squawk as Pierrot wrestled himself on top of him, hands secure and squeezing around his neck.

(Y/N) signed, watching them duke it out. She wondered if this was how they showed affection, like cats play-fighting. It was a good thing their species, whatever it really was, was so sturdy. Despite all their time together, she still didn’t really know much about their biological differences besides the fact that her two lovers weren’t human. Even with simple make-out sessions like the one before, they insisted that their circus costumes stay on to keep up the illusion of humanity. The farthest she had ever stripped them of was their hats revealing their horns or their gloves to show sharp claws. She remembered the way even Harlequin had gone silent when she had brushed her fingers along the keratin ridges. The tips of Pierrot’s fingers were black, as if stained with ink, fading into the milky white of his skin as it traveled down his hands to his forearms.

“Guys,” She said. At least Pierrot hadn’t brought out his knives yet. “Guys?” Harlequin’s teeth snapped as he managed to get on Pierrot’s back and put him in a choke hold. “Okay then. Drastic measures.”

(Y/N) swung her legs around so she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Lifting her hips up, she undid her shorts, shimming out of them and her underwear. She threw them off to the side, to the same non-important space wherever her shirt and bra and ended up. Taking a breath to steady her nerves, heart loudly beating in anticipation, she leaned back on her hands and opened her legs in what she really hoped was a sexy pose.

“Hey! Am I going to have to take care of myself tonight or are you guys going to help me out?” She internally cringed at how cheesy that line sounded, but hoped it didn’t show on her face.

To be fair, the two clowns weren’t really paying much attention to her face. They froze, still as statues, only their eyes moving to rake over her form. She swore she could feel their gaze like a physical weight. Suddenly more self-conscious than she would want to admit, she rolled her shoulders in to shrink back, knees coming together.

Before she could totally redirect course, Pierrot threw off Harlequin and lurched for her. His large hands gripped her knees, pulling them back apart. “Please,” He said, looking up at her with all the reverence of a supplicant praying to a goddess. “Don’t.”

(Y/N) gulped, pinned down my his stare. “Okay.”

“Being on your knees suits you, Pierrot,” Harlequin said as he slithered back on the bed behind (Y/N). When Pierrot glared at him, and (Y/N) was momentarily worried they’d start fighting again, Harlequin held up his hands in surrender. “I just want to make sure you’re treating our darling with the care she deserves. You don’t want to leave her unsatisfied, do you?”

“No…”

Harlequin smirked and wrapped his arms around (Y/N)’s middle, trapping her against him. “Good. So just listen to the expert and we’ll all have a good time, yeah?” Still pretty annoyed that he would have to take advice from Harlequin for anything, Pierrot nodded once. Harlequin’s grin widened. “Good boy~. Now, start by kissing her inner thighs.” Pierrot pushed her knees further apart. He leaned in, eyes half-closed, gently kissing the soft skin of her thighs. She gasped at each one. “Good,” Harlequin purred. “Now higher.” (Y/N)’s chest started to heave from each breath as Pierrot’s mouth moved higher and higher up her legs, so achingly close to the sweet spot between them. “Aww, look at you two, so well behaved. Do you want a reward? Go ahead, lick her pussy.”

“Don’t be vulgar,” Pierrot said, half distracted. His tongue almost seemed to unspool from his mouth, inch after inch. Long and a dull lemon-yellow, it tapered at the end to a dull point. He slid his hands to the apex of her thighs. Using his thumbs, he pulled apart the lips of her labia. Before either of them could lose their nerve, Pierrot leaned forward and licked a thick trail from the bottom of her twitching hole all the way to the top above her clit.

“Ah!” With a cry, (Y/N) jolted back, slamming into Harlequin’s chest. He chuckled lowly, wrapping his arms around her tighter.

Pierrot looked up with wide, desperate eyes. “Are you alright, my lady? Did I hurt you?”

“No, it was good. R-really good. Keep going. Please.” Pierrot beamed at the praise and ducked back down. Eyes hooded as he focused on his task, he began to lick at her heat with renewed vigor. She let out small gasps and moans, hands clenching the bedspread and legs twitching. She reached one of her hands down touching the back of Pierrot’s. He let go of her leg and clasped hers, their fingers intertwining.

“Try writing the alphabet with your tongue,” Harlequin instructed. “Write your name. Or mine, if you want to do it the right way.” Thankfully, Pierrot ignored the last barb, tracing his tongue in vague letter shapes.

Harlequin ghosted a hand up her stomach, up across her breast, to hold her chin. He pulled her face up to look up him. “Knew you’d make pretty sounds,” He mumbled against her lips. He kissed her, forcing his own long, deep green forked tongue into her mouth. He swallowed her moans greedily. One hand still pressing against her stomach, his other came up to cup and squeeze her breast. She yelped into his mouth, her free hand coming up to grip his cape. “Tell me, dear one, which one do you like more? Like this?” He pinched her nipple between two fingers, slightly twisting and pulling. “Or this?” He flicked it between his long, taloned fingers.

“The – the first one,” She stuttered out. Her eyes were glazing over, face heated and flushed.

Harlequin grinned wickedly, as if he could grin any other way. He switched from groping and squeezing at her breasts to pinching her nipples, enjoying the way she jolted from the stimulation. He began rocking his hips, grinding against her bare ass. She pushed back, trying not to let herself get distracted by the large, hard length she felt.

With his chin hooked on her shoulder, Harlequin looked down at Pierrot between her legs. “Press on her clit with your thumb,” He instructed.  

Pierrot looked up, a disappointed and confused look on his porcelain face. “Her what?” 

Harlequin snickered as (Y/N) playfully whacked him with the back of her hand. Reaching down, she slid her fingers through her folds, opening them up for him. She twitched at her own touch, combined with Pierrot’s open-mouthed staring in wonder as if he hadn’t been devouring her a second before.

“Right here,” She said, and her voice sounded oddly breathless even to her own ears. She tapped with her middle finger, flinching again from accidental over stimulation. “It-It feels really good.” 

Pierrot nodded once, hand sliding up to follow where she had instructed. He pressed his thumb solidly against her clit. (Y/N) cried out, eyes closing and head thrown back against Harlequin’s shoulder. Pierrot rubbed his thumb in small, tight circles around her clit and he dipped his head back down. Harlequin reached one massive hand down to hold her hips in place as she bucked against Pierrot’s face.

The combined sounds of her wetness dripping out of her and Pierrot’s movements with his tongue made an embarrassing squelching noise in the small room. She instinctively tried to bring her knees together again, closing around Pierrot’s head. Instead, he took this as encouragement. Not content with simply tracing shapes anymore, he pressed his tongue into her twitching entrance. His tongue flexed and wriggled, reaching farther that (Y/N) ever had on her own.

“Our dear Pierrot,” Harlequin purred. “Doing so well. Such a fast learner, isn’t he? Maybe you should thank him, huh?”

“Pierrot!” (Y/N) gasped out between moans. “Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! It feels so good, thank you!”

Pierrot let out that monstrous groan again from deep in his chest. Settled on his knees in front of her, his own hips started to buck in time with the thrusting undulations of his tongue.

One hand still firmly on her hip, Harlequin abandoned fondling her breast with the other. He trailed the edges of his claws down her body, stopping to press down firmly just above her pelvis.

“You feel him in here?” He whispered in her ear. “Feel how deep it goes? Stretching you out all nice? Just wait till it’s our cock. You want that, huh? Want to give us your virginity? Want us to ruin your cute little human body with our monster cocks? Kinky little thing. Come on, Pierrot’s been working so hard for you. Cum on his tongue. I want to see what your face looks like when you do it.”

Head thrown back on Harlequin’s shoulder, she locked eyes with his glowing green ones. Breathless from her gasps and moans and yelps, she leaned forward to put one final kiss pecked against his lips before her eyes squeezed shut and her orgasm washed over her. Her back went ridged and her legs seized, trying to kick out despite Pierrot’s solid grip. Pierrot continued tongue fucking her trembling hole through her release. When she finally came back to herself, twitching from over stimulation, she squeezed his hat where she knew his ivory horns were hidden. He finally pulled back, eyes clouded, tongue lolling from his mouth, dripping with a mix of his own saliva and her cum.

Their eyes met, matched blissed out expressions. For a moment, the sound of the rain outside amplified, matched only by their heavy breathing. It was a moment wrapped in euphoria and anticipation for what was to come next.

Until, of course, Harlequin started to cackle. “Aww, that was perfect!” He said between laughs. “Who knew you had it in you, Pierrot? Come on, tell me, does she taste like you imagined she would? When you were tugging your cock with her panties that you stole, did reality match your imagination? I got to admit, that was pretty good for a first timer. Of course, I could have gotten her there in half the time, but I’ll give you some slack just this once. Aww, look at your face! Hey, hey, tell me, did you cum in your pants? Was it that good? God, your so pathetic it’s adorable.”

Still fuzzy from the high of her orgasm, (Y/N) noticed Pierrot’s look too late. He surged forward, clawed hand snatching up and tangling in the back of Harlequin’s dark, curly hair, and pulling him forward over her shoulder. 

“Shut. Up.” He hissed. His mouth crashed into Harlequin’s. Pierrot’s eyes were closed while Harlequin’s were wide open in surprise. Slowly, his shoulders relaxed, and he leaned further into the kiss. (Y/N) watched in fascination with a spark renewing in her belly as their tongues flashed between them in the kiss. She could feel the vibrations of deep purrs coming from both of them. When they finally pulled apart, both panting, a string of shiny silver saliva connected them.

“Uh, yeah, that’ll… That’ll work,” Harlequin stuttered.

(Y/N) couldn’t help it. She laughed. She pressed the back of her hand to her mouth to try and cover it, but it was hard to hide anything when the two of them were pressed so tightly against her. Harlequin frowned and looked off to the side, trying to act unbothered. Pierrot honestly looked a little hurt.

(Y/N) cupped each of the faces, bringing them closer and kissing their cheek. “You guys are cute,” She said.

Harlequin gave a sharped toothed smile. “Cute?” He echoed. “I’ll show you cute.” Shoving Pierrot off, he hooked his arms under (Y/N)’s so her armpits were slotted against the inner crook of his elbows. His dark green tendrils slid from his back, wrapping around her thighs from hip to knee, and prying her legs as far apart as they could manage. Harlequin stood in one fluid motion. (Y/N) yelped, half-suspended in the air, the fear of falling momentarily flashing through her mind.

“What are you waiting for, Pierrot?” Harlequin said. “You’re reward for doing so well, I’ll let you go first.”

(Y/N) felt her face burn and she looked away, embarrassed about being put on full display with no choice but to accept her position. It made her heart speed up and lower belly clench in a way she loved. Pierrot’s shadow fell over her as he stood back up. She whimper as his fingers trailed along her, settling on her hips. Harlequin’s tentacles squeezed and undulated, as if in anticipation themselves.

“My lady,” Pierrot said softly. “My (Y/N).”

“Pierrot,” (Y/N) answered back. “Please, go ahead. I want this. I want you.”

Pierrot groaned, one hand coming off her hip to fumble at the belt of his costume. Finally, finally, he pulled himself out. (Y/N) gulped hard. She wasn’t really sure what she had expected him to look like, but the sight of his dick still took her by surprise. It was big, of course it was big, look at the rest of him, long and thick. It didn’t have the same anatomy as a human penis with a shaft and head. Instead, the whole thing was one continuous organ. It was almost tear-drop shaped, bulging at the bottom and tapering to a no less intimidating head at the top, with a second knot-like bump in the middle. Her empty pussy clenched around nothing imagining that knot catching inside her. It flushed, twitching and jumping untouched, dark gray at the tip as if dipped in ink, morphing into alabaster white white like his hands. A gob of pearlescent pre-cum clung to the tip.

(Y/N) whimpered at the first contact of his dick against her folds, still tender from her previous orgasm. He ran the tip up and down, collecting the remnants of her release, bumping the head against her clit. The tip caught on her entrance and they both gasped.

“Enough waiting,” Harlequin growled. With a flash, one of his tentacles unwrapped from (Y/N)’s leg and whipped out, wrapping around Pierrot’s cock. Pierrot gave a strangled gasp at the sudden contact. A second tentacle wrapped around his waist, yanking him closer. Working in tandem and not giving either of them any chance to protest, the tentacles guided Pierrot’s cock to plunge inside (Y/N). It unraveled from its hold on him as he sunk into her waiting heat, instead traveling to wrap around his wrist.

Pierrot groaned as (Y/N)’s pussy pulled him in. In a single thrust, he was half way in, the edge of his knot papping against her entrance. (Y/N) let out a sound between a shriek and a moan, body jolting at the intrusion. Even after Pierrot’s attention to help prepare her to take him, there was still a pleasant burn as she stretched to accommodate all of him. Honestly, she wasn’t sure if she would even be able to. But she should have expected that her monsters were going to try anyway.

“(Y/N),” Pierrot choked out. “So tight, so warm, so soft!” His hips pulled back a fraction on an inch, unwilling to be away from heat for even a second, before pushing back forward to stuff more of his cock inside her.

(Y/N) clutched at Harlequin’s shoulders, crying out again.She swore she could feel every inch of him in perfect detail. She clenched down around him. Starting with a stutter then moving to a steady, deep pace, Pierrot began fucking into her. Her feet bounced helplessly suspended in the air. The burn she had felt before melted away, replaced with an almost electric jolt of pleasure each time his hips crashed into hers. The knot rubbed perfectly against her g-spot. She could swear the head was kissing her cervix. She let out an “Ah! Ah! Ah!” with every thrust, matching the plap, plap, plap noise coming from where their bodies were joined.

Pierrot’s tongue lolled out of his mouth as he panted. He didn’t know where to look, from her beautiful face slack from pleasure, to her breasts bouncing with each thrust, to her pussy where his dick was pistoning in and out, in and out, in and out. His claws dug firmer into her hips, indenting the skin and threatening to break. There was something he was supposed to do, right? Wasn’t he meant to be gentle? This was his darling, after all. He couldn’t risk breaking her with their first time, not after she had entrusted her body to him. But, oh, it was too much, it all felt too good. And she was enjoying it, wasn’t she? Didn’t she say she had wanted this? His hips sped up, willing to go deeper, faster, rougher, more, more, more.

“Is he being too rough with you?” Harlequin asked with fake sympathy. “That’s what happens when you lock up a beast for too long. But I think you like the beast, don’t you? Look at how your tits bounce every time he thrusts inside you. You look like such a whore.”

“N-No,” Pierrot said, torn between being lost in pleasure and defending his lady love. “She-she’s not. She’s good – she’s a good girl. So sweet, so perfect, so tight, so, so, so good.”

Harlequin hummed. “A good whore, then. The best whore. Our whore.”

“Harlequin.” (Y/N) whined. They couldn’t tell if it was in protest to his bullying or a plea for him to come closer. Deciding on the second one, Harlequin leaned down and (Y/N) craned her neck up and backward. The upside down kiss was sloppy, but neither of them minded. (Y/N) didn’t think she had enough composure left in her for a smooth, elegant kiss, anyway.

Pierrot was pressing bruises into her hips by this point. Harlequin’s tendrils had to shift to accommodate Pierrot’s increasingly more desperate pace. (Y/N) could swear she could feel the knot pulsing within her.

She pulled slightly back from Harlequin, still sharing the same breath. “Close,” She tried to warn. “So close. Please, want to cum. Let me cum again.”

“You heard the lady, Pierrot,” Harlequin said, breathless himself. “Don’t keep her waiting.”

Pierrot probably couldn’t have given a comprehensive retort even is he wanted to. His mind was foggy, too lost in (Y/N)’s body, the heat that spread through his entire body. Harlequin probably could have said anything to him at that point, hell, a tornado could start raging outside and Pierrot wouldn’t pay it any mind. All that mattered, his entire world, had shrunk down to the warm, soft body in front of him and the pretty sounds he could draw out of her.

One of the tendrils stretched from its hold on her thigh. It reached out, pressing against her clit. That was enough to send her over the edge. Her back arched in the air. Her toes and fingers curled. Her mouth dropped open, releasing one more desperate cry.

Pierrot moaned lowly, his hips stuttering to a stop pressed as far inside her as he could as he came. His cum shot deep within her, quickly filling her up to come out and seep around the base of his cock. It felt like liquid fire within her.

Pierrot’s hair fell in his face, half obscuring it as he leaned over her still suspended body. His tongue dropped out as he panted like a dog in the afterglow. (Y/N) wasn’t much better, eyes closed and head dropped back, pulling in deep lungfuls of air. She could feel his cock twitch inside her, still heavy and hard.

“Think you have one more left in you, dear one?” Harlequin asked. She looked up at him, his glowing green eyes, his sharp smile, his own breathing coming quick from watching the scene that had played out in front of him.

“Uh-huh,” She managed to say, her voice starting to feel rough.

The smile on his porcelain face seemed to somehow grow sharper. He tugged her from Pierrot’s weakened grasp, one arm under her knees and one on her back like a princess in an old fairy tale. Oh, he liked that idea. He was defiantly going to have to play with it later. Should he take the role of the brave knight? The handsome prince come to her rescue? To kiss her awake from a 100 year sleep? Or would it be more fun to be the wicked wizard who placed the curse? The dark ruler from another land, kidnapping the king’s only daughter? The possibilities were endless, but something to consider for another time.

“Pierrot, lay down on the bed, on your back,” Harlequin demanded. His tendrils still wrapped around the red and black clown’s waist, he pulled him over, maneuvering Pierrot how he liked.

Pierrot lay back on the bed, head propped up by soft pillows, legs too long and hanging off the end. His cock still stood at attention, his and (Y/N)’s cum dripping down the long shaft. Harlequin spun around dramatically, his cape whipping around him. (Y/N) laughed at the unexpected movement. Harlequin smiled, something with genuine happiness and contentment, something he hadn’t felt fully in a long time. Stepping back into his role, he took a step forward, guiding (Y/N) to lay atop Pierrot so that she faced him, straddling his middle.

“Hi,” She said.

“Hello,” Pierrot said, bashful. His hands settled on her hips again, in the same spot where bruises were starting to bloom. Harlequin knew Pierrot was going to feel awful once he noticed they were there, sentimental fool.

“Hold her steady for me,” Harlequin said. He slid Pierrot’s hand farther up to her waist, settling his own so he could pull her hips up. One hand settled on her back between her shoulder blades, pushing her chest down so it was flush with Pierrot’s.

(Y/N) turned her head, laying it down on Pierrot’s chest so she could look back at Harlequin. She watched as he reached down, releasing himself from the confines of his pants.

He reveled in the soft sound she made when her eyes darted down. “You have two,” She said, as if saying it out loud would make it make sense.

The were more human-looking than Pierrot’s, but not by much. Besides the fact there were two cocks, stacked atop each other, for one. While not as big at Pierrot’s, they were no less substantial. There had prominent veins, almost glowing with a poison-green hue. A thick line of ridges on the bottom of each. Both heads beaded with pre-cum. A large drop from the top fell to the one below it, sliding down the shaft. And then, (Y/N) noticed, they started to writhe independent of each other. They almost acted as different variations of Harlequin’s tendrils that she was already so familiar with.

He grinned and replied in a sing-song tease, “I do~. Scared?”

She looked back up at his face with something that made his heart stutter. “Of you? Never.”

The corner of Harlequin’s smile twitched, his green, glowing pupils growing larger. He splayed his hand out flat at the small of her back and thrust in. The top cock speared into her, splitting her open, while the bottom rutted from the outside.

“Fuuuuck~” Harlequin let out a low, drawn out moan. His forehead thunked against the bare skin of her back at her shoulder blade. He muttered something in Portuguese. (Y/N) had been trying to teach herself their first language, but she suspected whatever it was he had said wouldn’t have been covered in her Duolingo courses. “I can feel Pierrot’s cum in you. Want me to fuck it in deeper? I’ll give you mine, too, yeah? Riiiight in here.” He tapped his claws on her stomach, right above her navel.

She closed her eyes, mouth falling open as Harlequin started moving. He’d pull out half way before slamming back in. He set a steady, hard pace, just on the fast side, but less desperate than Pierrot’s. His bottom dick pushed her labia open, the thick length of it pressing continuously against her clit. The head bumped against her stomach, leaving a smear of pre-cum at each pass. Her head swam picturing its twin at the same spot within her.

Pierrot drug his fingers through her hair, planting solidly against her scalp in a possessive grip. He pulled her head up, her eyes fluttering open, lost in the over-stimulating feelings coming from her pussy which took over her mind into a perfect almost drunk feeling. They kissed, the whole thing sloppy and uncoordinated in the best way possible.

“You guys are so cute,” Harlequin said from behind (Y/N). “You just have to have her attention even when I’m the one fucking her, don’t you, Pierrot?”

Pierrot glared, still kissing (Y/N). She felt his other hand slide up, brushing her side momentarily before slipping between their bodies. Harlequin’s back arched and he gave an undignified squawk and Pierrot pushed his own cock against Harlequin’s second, holding them both together and starting to move his hand up and down, jerking them off together. Both of them, inside and out, undulated in a spiral rhythm.

Going back to his thrusting pace, Harlequin gave his own half-hearted glare. “You’re a quick learner, huh?” He grumbled. Pierrot smirked.

(Y/N) closed her eyes again, head resting sideways on Pierrot’s chest, listening to his accelerated heart beat. Wait, why did it sound weird? Were there two heartbeats? Whatever, that was something to focus on another time. Right now, all she could concentrate on was how the air was punched from her lungs with every harsh push on Harlequin’s hips against her ass. She couldn’t tell if it was louder or if her heightened awareness created an auditory illusion, but the wet pap-ing sound between them became even more lewd to her ears. She could feel herself dripping onto Harlequin and Pierrot’s still frotting cocks just below her. The fap-fap-fap noise from Pierrot’s hand there added to the clench in her lower belly, the coil of her third orgasm growing tighter and tighter with each second.

Harlequin gripped her chin, roughly pulling her head up into an upside down kiss. Their tongues tangled together, unfocused and desperate for connection. Her eyes were teary, starting to spill over and stain her cheeks when he finally pulled his forked tongue from down her throat and let her breathe again.

“I-” She stuttered out, each word breathless. “I don’t know if I can again!”

“Yeah, you can, pretty girl,” He praised lowly. “One more, give us one more. Come on, we’ll take care of each other, yeah? All together this time. You, me, and Pierrot.”

She whined as he dropped her, face burying her face in Pierrot’s doublet, hands clenched so tight she might have worried about tearing into the fabric if she could form a coherent thought.

“(Y/N),” Pierrot gasped. “Harlequin.” His hand worked faster on their cocks, thumb swiping the heads.

(Y/N) mumbled something into Pierrot’s chest. She repeated the same thing again and again, the vibrations of her words coursing through him like an earthquake. Finally, she turned her head and said it one more time. “Love you. Love you so much!”

Harlequin bit down hard on his lip to prevent what would have been an embarrassingly needy sound escape as he came. Pierrot’s eyes rolled back, not bothering to hide his sounds as he joined Harlequin. (Y/N), trapped between their two impossibly hot bodies, cried out with a noise that sounded terribly pornographic in a way she didn’t think she was capable of.

Harlequin came from both his cocks. The one inside flicked as much as it could while in the tight grip of her pussy, pressing solidly against her cervix to spew out everything he had been holding back, staking a claim on her insides. The cock outside came at the same time as Pierrot, their combined cum splattering on her belly and Pierrot’s hand as he continued moving it rapidly through the orgasm. (Y/N) felt her knees go out as her vision became speckled with black dots.

Her whole body went limp like a puppet who’s strings had been cut. She could feel Harlequin fall against her back, the huffs on his breath hot and heavy, as he tried to keep himself propped up with one arm that was shaking from the strain. Pierrot, with the advantage of already being reclined, lifted his hand up, admiring the way his and Harlequin’s combined cum dripped through his fingers. He scratched lightly on (Y/N) back with the other in senseless patterns.

After a minute, or an hour, who could tell, Harlequin pushed himself up. He wrapped and arm around (Y/N)’s waist, letting them both fall to the side. He nuzzled his face in the back of her neck, gently nipping at the soft skin. Pierrot also turned on his side to face them. He used this thumb to brush away the tear tracks on her face, kissing in the remnants of each one.

“My lady,” He said softly. “My love. You were so perfect. So wonderful. I can never thank you enough for giving me such a gift. Rest easy. I’ll be here for you when you wake.”

“Hang on,” Harlequin cut in. “We’re not done yet.”

(Y/N) blinked at him from over her shoulder. “I don’t think I can go again, Harlequin. Everything feels fuzzy. I don’t think I can even move.”

Harlequin smiled, pushing a lock of hair away from her sweaty brow. “Not that, sweetheart, but I’ll keep that in mind. Come on, Pierrot.”

“But-But-!” Pierrot started to protest, but allowed himself to be pulled out of the room by Harlequin. He gave a desperate look over his shoulder, hand out and grasping. (Y/N) huffed a laugh and wiggled her fingers at him in a little good-bye.

She laid on her back, hands on her belly, eyes closed. She could hear the two of them fussing around in the kitchen, low voices punctuated by Harlequin’s vicious laughter. She frowned slightly and rubbed her thighs together. She swore she could feel the heat of Harlequin and Pierrot’s cum radiating from her belly. She could start to feel everything seeping out of her. What was that called? She knew she’d heard the term at some point, but between the pleasant exhaustion of being absolutely and thoroughly fucked out and the calming beat of the rain was lulling her almost to sleep.

“Oh, yeah,” She said with a yawn. “A cream pie.”

“A lovely term for something so utterly devious, isn’t it?” Harlequin said, returning. Pierrot stood in the doorway, clutching a glass of water with both hands, eyes wide and almost bashful looking, as if he and his rival/frienamy/lover weren’t just rearranging her insides. Harlequin sat next to her, an arm around her back to help her sit up. “Open your legs up for me, dearest. No funny business this time, promise.” He held up two fingers crossed and winked. She laughed lightly but did what he said. She winced a little at the sight of their semi-shimmering white cum trickled from her abused hole, coating the inside of her tights and staining her sheets. Harlequin brought a warm wet washcloth between her legs, cleaning it up. She flinched a bit from over stimulation at the contact, but leaned into him as he squeezed her to his chest. “Don’t just stand there like a lump, Pierrot. Being a whore is hard work. Give the girl her water.”

Pierrot narrowed his eyes, those golden pupils shrinking to pinpricks. Still, he obeyed, walking over and sitting next to her on the bed. He brought the glass to her lips, a finger under her chin to tilt her head back as he poured the water into her mouth. His eyes focused on her throat as it bobbed when she swallowed.

“I told you not to call her that,” He scolded.

“What, a whore? Maybe a fuck-doll then? A cum-dump? Grade-A fuck-meat?”

(Y/N) could feel Pierrot’s grasp on her chin tighten, and she held his hand gently before the taller clown could retaliate. “Thank you. Both of you,” She said. “That was… It was a lot, but it was good. And I’m glad it was with you guys.”

“Of course,” Harlequin bragged. “I’m an excellent teacher. Maybe next time I’ll teach you to take a cock down your throat, hmm?”

“Harlequin,” Pierrot growled in warning, even if in his mind he was already picturing it.

(Y/N) started to laugh at Harlequin’s rude antics again but was interrupted by another yawn. She blinked blearily. Looping and arm through each of theirs, she pulled them down on the bed in a cuddle pile.

“Next time,” She said with her eyes closed. “Let me wait until I can at least walk on my own again.”

“No promises,” Harlequin said. He pulled her so her back was flush against his front, chin pressed over her shoulder and face pressed into her neck.

“Sleep well, my love,” Pierrot whispered. He wrapped his arm around her waist, one of his long legs slotting between hers, kissing the crown of her head.