Lynnie ✧°.

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It had been a few days since you first set foot in the macabre circus that wound up visiting your town. Since then, your life, emotions, and morals have been an absolute wreck, but not entirely in a bad way (to you). 

You’d learned a lot—far more than you should have—about the performers and the circus as a whole. You knew that these “clowns” as most people called them, were definitely not clowns and definitely not human. If you had to guess what they were, you’d put your money on demons, however crypids, monsters, or some other entity was also a valid assumption. How did you come to that conclusion? Well, feeling a prehensile rope? Tentacle? Appendage? (You weren’t sure what to call it yet) Slink around you while Harlequin was on top of you was the biggest indicator. That and everything about them seemed sinister. It made your body tremble with adrenaline, and the worst part was that you liked it so much you kept going back. 

At this point, with Pierrot obsessing over you and Harlequin trying to snatch you from him, you weren’t sure if you’d even be alive much longer. What was wrong with you? Any sane person would have run away or called the police, especially when you had a strong feeling that Pierrot spent his nights watching you sleep. You could pack up and move across the country, or even the world, maybe then you’d be safe. But then again, you had a feeling that no matter where you went, Pierrot would find you. If your odd interest in cryptids and creepy things taught you anything, the way to survive violent, non-human entities was to obey, follow the rules, and don’t run. You knew that running prompted a prey drive in predators, and these performers were just that—strong, intelligent, scary predators. 

While all that sounds absolutely terrifying, your delusional self was extremely turned on by danger, apparently. It was a wonder you weren’t dead already, and you constantly wondered how this would all turn out. Would Harlequin kill you in the end? The first show of Jester’s that you saw seemed to heavily suggest something like that has happened before. Would Pierrot refuse to leave you behind once the circus leaves town? Would he snatch you away from your mediocre life in exchange for one of blood and terror? What would the other performers say? They all seemed to like you in some odd, twisted way. Would you be their human pet? Would you be their toy? Would Pierrot let them use you? Probably not, considering how upset he gets when Harlequin so much as breathes in your direction. The most nerve-wracking question however, was will Pierrot be the one to kill you?

You didn’t know what affection even was to these creatures. You had pieced together that they had slaughtered one of their own already, one who’s personality and story is quite similar to your own, so what’s stopping them from doing the same to you too? What if their version of “love” was eating you whole, wearing your skin, or making you into a lifeless doll to keep forever? What would happen if Pierrot tired of you? You’ve obsessed over many little things throughout your life. Movies, books, and fictional characters. But the obsession always eventually died out as you moved onto another thing to fangirl over. What if that’s how Pierrot was too? Has he done this kind of thing to people before? 

Constantly thinking about these things and worrying about survival was beginning to wear down on you. You started to have a hard time sleeping, and Pierrot kept showing up in your dreams. He would be there, muttering words of praise and how much he wanted you, wanted to feel you, to make you his. And to make matters worse, it was every night since you met him that he’d haunt your sleep. You began to wonder if some, if not all of it never actually was a dream. 

It would make sense. He is stalker-y. He knows things about you that you know you’ve never told him, and with how obsessed he is, you were starting to believe he was there every night, watching you sleep. That left you to wonder, were those words real or did his presence in your room just make you dream about him. With how oddly attracted you were to him, you wouldn’t put it past yourself to make those things up in your subconscious, but it would be very in-character of him to say those things himself as well.

As your head spiraled in thought, you were jittery despite laying in bed trying to sleep. You ended up taking some melatonin to help you fall asleep, forgetting that sometimes it gives you weird dreams too.

~~~~~

Pierrot knelt next to your bed, resting his chin on his arms as he stared at you, inches away from your face, enjoying the sight of you unconscious and completely at his mercy. He liked being the only one to have that privilege. 

“Look at you, so beautiful and still. Like a doll, yet still alive. Blood rushing through your veins, your heart drumming within. I love this. I love you, My Lady.” He murmured, gently running a claw down your jawline, stopping at your chin for a moment. 

“So beautiful, so warm, so still and unaware. I can hear your heart, it’s such a pretty sound. A heart that beats for me, and only me. You’re mine.” His finger left your chin and instead started to trail down your arm. His grin widened as he watched goosebumps form beneath his touch. His gaze flicked back to your face as he heard your heartbeat quicken. He stood up and loomed over you, wondering how fast he could make it beat before you woke up. 

“I love how you react to me, My Lady. How your eyes widen, how your pupils blow wide like I’m a drug to you. You get so warm, so flushed. You’re so receptive, and I want more. I want to know what you look like when you feel so good you can’t think. Do you like soft touches?” His hand slid over your neck, feeling your pulse. You made a small noise in your sleep and he instantly wanted you to do that again. He let his hand travel down to your sternum, now feeling your heart beat faster as your breathing began to quicken. His other hand slid down your forearm, taking in the feeling of every little goosebump before he interlocked his fingers with yours. The feeling of your hand joined with his made him feel warm and gooey inside, but you made no more noise at his action. He frowned.

“Maybe you prefer it rougher?” He kept your hands together purely for his own enjoyment, however the hand that rested over your heart shifted, and he dragged his claws a little harder up to your neck again, leaving slight red marks in their wake. He beamed as a little moan left your lips as your head lolled to the side. He thought about wrapping his large hands around your neck, but ultimately decided that if he did that, he wanted you to be awake for that. It would be more fun that way, watching you gasp and let out strangled moans while he would thrust into you. The thought had his head spinning, and his voice became more desperate and unsteady.

“You make the most wonderful sounds, My Lady. And you’re only still asleep. I want to hear what you sound like when you’re awake, but I fear this is too much. I don’t want you to run away. I want you to stay because you want to. You will want to. I need you to want to. I’ll make you want to. I’ll be whatever you want me to be, give however you want me to give. I’ll be good for you, I promise.” He knew he should stop soon, you’re already stirring. If your eyes flew open, he might be too distracted to realize and then you’d see him. But… he wanted more. 

The bed dipped as he brought his knee up next to your hip, swinging his other leg over top of you, so he straddled your waist.

“Mmmh” You groaned, your voice sounding almost needy now. He watched as your chest rose and fell.

“I need you. I cannot live without you. I must make you mine, I don’t care how long it takes for you to love me. I need to feel you around me, I want to taste you. I want to make you feel good over and over again until you can do nothing but whine for me.” He leaned down and whispered in your ear. He didn’t even have to touch you to earn a whimper, and then another, this time louder. Your hips subconsciously rolled up slightly, pressing into him in every right way. He froze and let out a shaky breath of his own, his face flushing dramatically.

“Are you dreaming, My Lady?” His whispers were dripping with desire now. “Dreaming of me?” His restraint was slipping as he finally let himself run his hands down your sides, pulling the blanket down to your waist. The shirt you wore rode up slightly, showing a sliver of your soft stomach. Pierrot’s eyes lingered there for some time while you began to mumble in your sleep. 

“Mm… I… t-there…” The words were barely audible as they came out more like breaths, but Pierrot heard. He tore his gaze from your waistband to stare at how your eyebrows furrowed and your lips slowly parted and closed a few times. His own heart was beating in his ears, which he found annoying when trying to hear what you were mumbling.

“Please…” he thought he heard you say. 

“Please what, My Lady. Anything you wish will be yours, I swear it.” He whispered back. His eyes trailing back down to watch as his thumb slid over your exposed skin. A desperate hum left you at that. Pierrot’s smile had faded into nothing as he focused intently on you now. His eyes were blown wide, and tiny yellow hearts took in the scene as his face continued to redden even further. He splayed his hand out under your shirt slowly, his eyes flicking back and forth between his hand and your face, and then… lower. What if he just…? No. He shouldn’t. You wouldn’t like it. You were sleeping. You hadn’t even kissed yet. But… He silently peeled even more of the blanket off, until he could see your cute little sleep shorts.

One finger slid just under the waistband and slowly he shifted his hand downward until he could feel the band of your underwear, too. A love-drunk smile crept onto his face again. Just one feel. Just for a moment. Part of him just wanted to see if you were wet simply from your dream. He wouldn’t even go beneath your underwear yet. He’d be careful. He’d be gentle. Besides, if he felt you without a barrier, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop. So lower his hand crept, his eyes locked onto your face to watch for any sign of wakefulness. Another whine, louder this time, floated through the air. 

He cupped your hot cunt over your panties, pressing slightly with his middle finger, immediately feeling your slick soak through the fabric. 

“Oh, My Lady~” Pierrot sighed. 

“P-Pierr…oohhhh~” your voice turned to a moan before you could finish mumbling his name. He really wanted to hear you say his name like that again. And again. On repeat, forever. His thoughts became muddy as he felt high off the feeling in his hand and the scent of your arousal surrounding him. 

“My Love… ” Pierrot murmured as you began to whine with almost every heavy breath, “When you say my name like that, I feel like my bones have turned to mush. I wonder what you’re doing in your dreams to make you moan like this? Are you laying back as I bury my head between your thighs? Or digging your nails into my back while I fill you with my cock? Or perhaps it’s me who’s trapped under your hands? Do you like to be in control?”  He asked into your ear, his hot breath fanning across your face. The thought of being underneath you and begging you to touch him felt just as exciting as the other way around. 

Pierrot drew back slightly, still hunched over you with a hand beside your head. He withdrew his hand from you and held it up to look at it. A very thin sheen lingered on the tips of his fingers, the scent of you overwhelming his senses. With half-lidded eyes he opened his mouth and began to bring his hand closer, not noticing that you began to move until your arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling him into you while you buried your head in the crook of his neck. 

Fuck.

~~~~~

Your dreams spiraled into several intimate scenarios with Pierrot that night. You could barely keep up with how the scenes changed, each one becoming more erotic than the last. His voice was somewhere in the background the entire time. You managed to make out some praises, 

‘I love this. I love you…’

‘I love how you react to me, My Lady…’

Whispered wants ignited warmth in your stomach that continued to get hotter and hotter. 

‘I want more…’ 

A sharp, cold feeling trailed up your chest, and for some reason you wanted to follow it. You imagined that it was Pierrot’s claws, dangerously trailing your skin. Then a weight settled on you, as if he was right there. You were warm, too warm, burning. You imagined grinding into Pierrot, letting him fuck you into a stupor. 

‘I need you. I cannot live without you…’

‘I want to taste you…’

‘I want to make you feel good…’

Suddenly your stomach felt chilly, and you dreamt that he was no longer atop you, but between your legs. 

“Mmm, I… I need you t-there… please.” You muttered desperately. You dreamt of his hands on your stomach, teasing, not going where you want. Annoying. 

‘…will be yours, I swear it…’

When you finally felt pressure on your core, pleasure spread like fire throughout your nervous system.

“P-Pierroohhh~” You moaned. 

‘My love…’

‘When… name- …feel like my bones…’ 

Some of the words in the background that you had been hearing start to become clearer, more defined. You didn’t have to think too hard to hear it anymore. 

‘Bury my head between your thighs…’

‘Digging your nails into my back… stuff you with my cock…’

‘Me… trapped under your hands… like to be in control?’

You felt certain you had reached euphoria until suddenly the pressure responsible for that disappeared. 

No. Come back.

Your arms seized up to grab for anything you could reach, and what it found was something large, warm, and solid. You brought the form down to you, tightly holding him in place. 

“Why…?” You mumble, still half-asleep into hot skin.

“Why what?” Pierrot replied to you, his tone sounding… nervous? That wasn’t what he sounded like a second ago… 

“Why stop?” You tiredly rephrased, still not really aware of what was happening. All you knew was that you wanted him to touch you, even if it was just a dream.

“You want me to touch you?” You heard him ask cautiously. Why was he being cautious? Dumb dream. And his voice was so loud, so clear.

Wait. 

Wait. 

Pierrot’s breath caught when he felt you go rigid underneath him. Your grip tightened, then loosened, then tightened again as if you couldn’t decide if you wanted to keep him there or push him off. 

“Is this a dream?” You asked, still not moving your head from his neck. There was a long pause.

“Pierrot, am I awake right now?” Your voice was firmer now.

“I believe so, My Lady.” His heart raced against yours, both of you beginning to panic. You finally let go of him and he sat up on your thighs, looking down at you with big eyes and a bright red face. You stare up at him for a while, unsure of what to say or do. 

He was here. In your room. On your bed. On top of you. While you were sleeping. While you were dreaming of fucking him. Had he been touching you? Is that why you felt pressure disappear? Is this the first time he’s done this? Do you like this? This is creepy. You were asleep. Why do you like this? You never even told him that he could… but… fuck, you wanted him. Not just because you were still horny from your wet dream. You wanted him because it was him. Him and his adorable blushing face, his need to protect you, his need to be around you, his love for you, how he would kill for you, how he would light the entire world on fire for you. You wanted it all. 

The fear of waking up to him like this in combination with the realization you wanted this, sparked adrenaline into your veins, which only made you throb with even more need.

Pierrot was frozen in place, holding his breath in wait of the slap. The punch. The hard shove onto your floor. He waited for the screaming, the rejection. He waited for you to tell him that you never wanted to see him again. Waited for you to try to kill him, even. He would simply have to try even harder to win your affection back. Even if that meant forcefully…

After a long moment of you staring at each other, you finally spoke.

“I asked you why you stopped. You never answered.” You said slowly. The yellow of his eyes grew slightly bigger.

“I didn’t want to wake you. I’m sorry.” He apologized.

“Sorry for waking me, or sorry for touching me while I slept?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Both?” He tried, tilting his head with an awkward smile, still bracing himself for the blow.

“Have you done this before?” You sit up, making him shift as you pulled your legs up under you.

“Touch you or watch you sleep?” He asks for clarification, and you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. 

“Both.” You try not to look scared as you lock eyes with him.

“This is the first time I have… indulged. But I have watched over you since the day I saw you. You’re just so perfect, so beautiful, so vulnerable… I just love you so much, a-and I need to be with you, but I know you’re scared, so I have given you time, and I will still give you time. I am sorry I could not restrain myself, I will be better, I will be whatever you want me to be, whatever makes you happy, because I love you. Please...” As his explanation turned from creepy to borderline begging, the lack of friction between your legs was becoming more apparent. It took a second for you to realize he’d stopped talking and was waiting for you to say something. 

“Whatever I want you to be?” You repeated questioningly.

“Yes,” he nodded. “I will be patient for you, I will be gentle for you, I will be anything you want me to be, pliant, dominant, rough, anything! And I would do anything for you, pleasure you, taste you, worship you. I would kill for you. Anyone. Just say the word and I shall eat their heart. Just please, please let me love you. I do not care how long it takes or what I must do to show you how much I love you. I need you. My very soul is at your command, My Lady.”

You felt your thoughts slipping dangerously as he went on and on with his begging. You were so wet right now, and you needed him to touch you again.

“Please just touch me.” Your words caught him off guard, and he froze for a moment. Then he grinned, from ear to ear as his face flushed again, his little yellow pupils looking like hearts. 

“You truly mean it, My Love?” He leaned over you again, leaning you back until you gently hit the headboard. 

“Please, Pierrot.” You whine, and spread your legs a little so he can kneel between them. 

~~*~~*~~*~~*~~smut~~*~~*~~*~~*~~

“You’re not upset with me?” He asked as you felt his hand slide up one of your legs.

“A little bit.” You answered honestly, your breath catching at his touch. “But I don’t care right now. Please, Pierrot…” 

In an instant, his hand was over your clothed center, and you heard him let out a shaky breath. How could he say no when you've gone and said 'please?'

“I-I must admit, My Lady, I have never done these kinds of things before. But I will learn, I will learn you and what you like.” The friction of his hand shifting slightly up and down prompted you to roll your hips with a groan.

“That’s okay, Pierrot, I’ll tell you what I like, I promise. I’ve never done this before either.” You say, trying not to sound too shaky from your own nerves. Of course he could tell though. He always could. They always could. It was hard to hide when your heart rate changed, when your pupils dilated, when your breaths stuttered. They were all like walking lie detectors which was not only annoying but terrifying as well.

Pierrot did seem to relax slightly at your words, finding comfort in the fact that you had no one to compare him to. 

“Do you like how he touches you?” He asked, his voice a little quieter now, with an undertone of jealousy layered on top of a little insecurity.

“Harlequin?” You ask before biting your lip as Pierrot’s hand found your waistband once again and slipped the tips of his fingers underneath it. He nodded silently, searching your face.

“A little, but I like how you touch me more.” You tell him. Harlequin was fast and rough, which you did like to an extent, but it felt devoid of emotion, of connection and love. Pierrot’s touch was always full of warmth and emotion, like touching you was the one thing that brought him joy. But he was a little slower and a bit more gentle than you preferred.

“I like how he’s a little rougher though…” you mutter, unsure about how you felt saying that out loud. 

“I see.” Was all Pierrot said before he stuck his hand all the way into your panties and swiped his index and middle fingers between your slick folds, being mindful of his claws in the process. You gasped and let your head fall back as he began to explore, finding your entrance first, slipping one finger in easily. 

“Please kiss me…” you whined out, feeling like something was incomplete until he did. Pierrot didn’t need to be asked twice, and leaned in, pausing a couple inches away to look at your lips. He was bright red but at the same time had an intensely hungry smile plastered on his face. You didn’t have to wait very long though, and he pressed the mouth of his mask to your lips. It was an odd feeling, hard but pliable, cool but not frigid. It was like a face, but still a mask at the same time. You wanted to ask if he could take it off, but maybe you should wait until he wanted to? Harlequin didn’t seem to have an issue taking it off, but he’s, well, Harlequin. 

You kissed back, not quite knowing what you were doing, but it felt nice, especially as he started pumping his finger in and out before slipping a second one in beside it. 

“Pierrot…” you whined into his mouth, and felt something hot and wet slide across your lips. You parted them in response, and immediately his tongue delved into your mouth. It surprised you how quickly his very long tongue filled nearly your entire mouth, coiling around your own tongue and swiping across your teeth. It felt like he was trying to eat you from the inside. You tried to give some back, following his lead, but yours could only reach just past his sharp teeth. It was then that you realized how badly you wanted him to bite you. Your shoulders, neck, thighs, you wanted his marks everywhere. 

You moaned, the sound muffled by his mouth and drowned in his spit, when he added a third digit and his thumb finally brushed against your clit. Your body jolted, and he took this moment to shove his tongue as far back as it would go, causing you to gag and tear up. He was quick to pull away and look at you, worried that he might’ve hurt you accidentally. He didn’t withdraw his hand from your pants, but he did still. You blinked up at him as you coughed once more and wiped your mouth, far more spit ending up on the back of your hand than you anticipated. 

“Sorry—“

“I’m sorry—“

You both spoke at the same time, and Pierrot tilted his head at you.

“Why are you sorry, My Lady?” He asked with a frown.

“Y-you just surprised me, I’m okay, I didn’t mean to make you stop or anything.” You replied a little sheepishly. You just wanted him to keep fingering you, and the stillness was getting annoying. 

“You didn’t make me do anything, My Love. I just want you to be happy. If you are not enjoying this, then I don’t want it.” He leaned down and kissed you again, gently this time, slowly getting back into a rhythm. Your eyes fluttered shut again, the image of Pierrot staring down at you with those lovestruck eyes burned into your eyelids. 

His lips soon left yours in favor of leaving open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck, until you felt his teeth gently scrape the sensitive skin below your ear. 

“Bite me, please!” You whine while bucking your hips into his hand, needing more. A sharp pain shot through your body as his pointed teeth just barely broke skin, and his tongue lapped up the little beads of blood that began to form. 

“Oh My Lady, you taste so good~” He murmured into your skin, sucking and nipping down your neck. With one hand you fisted your sheets, and the other came to wrap around the back of his neck, keeping him pressed close to you. You felt his grin widen at that, but eventually he pulled back despite you trying to keep him there.

“Pierrot!” You whine, now a little upset. He chuckled in response.

“Please, My Lady, do not think I am done yet.” He said teasingly, pulling his hand out of your pants as well. 

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow before your eyes widened while you watched his tongue wrap around his wet fingers. His expression melted into bliss as he sucked them into his mouth and pulled them back with a lewd sound.

“I told myself I would be gentle, that I would go slow, just for you. Only to find out that My Love prefers it rough. You truly are perfect for me in every way.” And with that, he yanked off your shorts and underwear in one go, and you swore you heard a few seams snapping at how violent he was with it. You yelped when he grabbed your thighs, his claws digging into the soft flesh, and pulled you to the edge of the bed. He settled on the floor between your legs and licked his lips as he stared at your exposed cunt, dripping in need. You subconsciously tried to close your legs a little, and his hungry eyes met yours as he pushed them back open. 

“You do not need to be shy, My Love.” He assured you before placing soft kisses up your inner thigh. “I love every part of you, no matter what. Especially this part.” You heard him giggle a little to himself as you felt his tongue slip out to lick over where he had kissed, biting gently in one spot. You gasped, even though it wasn’t hard enough to draw blood this time. He kissed the bite while watching you from below, enjoying the sound of your needy breaths getting quicker. 

“Please…” You managed to breathe out, starting to tremble in anticipation. 

“Please what, My Dear?” He asked with a smirk.

“Okay, now you’re acting a little too much like Harle—“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence before another moan took its place. Pierrot licked a stripe up from your ass to your clit, before latching on like some kind of parasite. His tongue was quick to replace his fingers that had been inside of you, and it went deep, so deep it felt like he was licking your cervix. 

“Oh my god—“ you breathed out, your hands jumping to his hat, where you gripped the fabric tightly, feeling something hard underneath. You’d felt the odd shape before when you tried petting him that one night, but he seemed a little uncomfortable when you did it last time, so you quickly let go again and sought purchase in your sheets again instead. It came as a shock to you when he took one of your hands in his and brought it under his hat to feel underneath. You blindly grasped at his hair, and then you felt it. Solid and ridged, it felt like some kind of bony prominence. It was too thick for you to fully wrap your hand around, but as you grasped at it, he moaned into you, holding your thigh tighter with his other hand. 

He slowly pulled his hat off, and you stared down at the three large horns protruding from his head. They were solid black and curved into deathly sharp points. He looked up at you and nodded in reassurance, too preoccupied to remove his mouth to communicate. You gripped his horn and pulled him harder into you, and you finally felt his mask rub against your clit as you did so. A whimper left you, and he seemed to get the message as his tongue slipped out of you and started swirling around your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“F-fuck…” you groaned, feeling your stomach start to grow tight at the sensation. Your legs stiffened and you reached out to grab a second horn as you arched into him. You blearily opened your eyes to find him still staring up at you, unblinking, and intensely focused. His bright yellow pupils were extremely wide, with little black hearts formed at the center. You would never understand what kind of mask or biology would allow that kind of thing, but you barely cared to begin with, especially now as he started to suck on your clit while reintroducing two fingers to your empty hole. 

He started alternating between circling your nub with his tongue and sucking on it, all the while pumping into you with three fingers again, trying his best not to scratch you. Mindless moans and whimpers left you with every heaving breath, and your grip on his horns tightened. You briefly wondered if he could feel that, but with the growing tightness in your stomach, the thought was quickly snuffed and replaced with chasing your own high. 

“P-Pierrot, I… fuck…” you babbled, “mmph, I-I’m close, I…” 

“Scream for me, My Love.” He practically growled into you, “cum for me. Only me.” He hooked his fingers up into your G-spot, and you saw white.

“Mmh, I… FUCK, Pierrot…. I… ohhh— PIERROT!” You obeyed, not caring what the neighbors heard anymore as you clamped down on his fingers. Your legs shook and you yanked on his horns, practically riding his face and using him for your own pleasure as he continued to work you through your orgasm. You tried to keep your eyes on his, as you felt that he might like that, but you just couldn’t. Your head pressed against the headboard as breathy moans spewed from your lips. You couldn’t see, couldn’t do anything. All you were capable of was feeling the sensation surge under your skin like an electric shock you couldn’t pull away from. He lapped up every extra drop of slick he coerced out of you, and decided that he really, really enjoyed it when you used him as you pleased. 

Slowly you began to calm. Only when your thighs relaxed against his hold, and you sunk back into the mattress did he finally part from you, the bottom half of his mask now shiny. 

“Was that good, My Lady?” He asked as he crawled up you, snaking his hands under your shirt now. You nodded tiredly, gently running your hands over the ridges of his horns while you looked at them curiously. 

“Yeah, that was really good.” You mumbled with a smile. “I-I mean, not like I can compare, but I know I’ve never come that hard on my own before.” You ran a hand through his hair, twirling your fingers through it at the end. He watched your hand as you did, as if he was entranced. “You’re very handsome.” You say before he can answer you.

“H-handsome?” He asks, meeting your gaze again, his blush darkening.

“Mmhmm.” You nod, bringing your hand back up to caress the base of his horns under his hair. 

“Ohhh~” He melts into you, resting nearly his full weight on your stomach as his eyes close and a big cheesy grin spreads across his flushed face. This was very nice. 

You smiled back in return, lightly scratching at his scalp and rubbing at his horns. 

“So this is what you’ve been hiding under that hat, hmm?” You question softly.

“I didn’t want to scare you, My Lady. And if Jester finds out about this…” He didn’t even want to begin to imagine the consequences. They already made him mute. 

“I don’t think there’s anything that can scare me about you anymore.” You laugh slightly. That made him open his eyes again to look at you seriously. 

“I wouldn’t be too confident in that, My Love.” He replied. “You have not seen me when I am dangerous.” 

“What if I like danger?” 

“I know you do, and that confuses me. You are an even bigger fool than our dear circus fools.” He shook his head a little, but leaned into your touch as you cupped his cheek.

“Maybe I am. But that makes me your fool then, doesn’t it?” You ask, and he grins at you.

“You better be careful, My Dear, insinuating that you’re mine like that…” His voice was darker now, and you felt his hands on your stomach again, sliding up and splaying over your abdomen, lightly scratching in some spots. You squirmed. 

“Well if you’d hurry up and fuck me, I won’t have to insinuate anymore.” It was your turn to send him a shit-eating grin. He lifted himself up to hover over you again, and this time yanked your shirt over your head, leaving you completely naked underneath him.

“Well now this hardly seems fair. You only took off your hat.” You complain, and he seems to struggle balancing his desire to claim you right now and feeling shy about his state of dress. 

“I… I wish I could oblige, My Lady… but I… well… I’m really not supposed to, and it could be too much for you—“

“Please?” You gently pulled at his ruff. He seemed to think about it for a moment, before standing up and starting to undo his costume piece-by-piece. You watched eagerly from the bed, wishing that you could be the one to undress him, but you knew you wouldn’t know where to start. You’d have to pay extra attention this time, so that next time you could do it yourself. 

The ruff was the first thing to go, detaching in the back. His shoulders looked slightly less broad now, but due to how large of a person he was, it didn’t matter at all. Bells jingled softly as he took off the black fabric hanging around his neck as well, and then his gloves were next. He watched you silently as you watched him back, enamoured, feeling his own heart beat wildly in his chest. Never did he ever think you’d want to see his monstrous form. Never did he think he would ever find himself in the nude before a human of all things. But here he stood, doing it because you said ‘please.’ 

Of course it would be because you said please. You and your kind words and sweet smile. He already knew he’d do anything for you, so why did he feel so unsure about this? Perhaps it was because you took to him so well. He didn’t expect you to like him back so quickly, or be okay with what he was. You were a strange human, one that made his chest hurt, his head swim, and his cock throb. He wondered what it would have been like if you ran. He would have had no other choice to take you by force, to show you the correct way. To show you how much he loved you. Maybe he would have had to offer some of the special circus food, though he’d hate to have others see you pass out in public like that. But surely you’d have come to your senses eventually and realized that you two were just meant to be together. He’s just glad you did it all on your own, and not only that, but eagerly. He loved making you smile and laugh, making you moan and cry his name. And you did it all because you loved him too. And oh, did that make him the happiest monster alive. 

His gloves were next to come off, revealing hands that looked nearly identical to what he wore, with pitch black skin. His claws seemed almost sharper now. He undid the fastenings holding his red coat together, and shrugged it off. This one he set neatly over the back of your nearby desk chair instead of dropping it on the floor. You thought that was endearing. Then, he glanced back to you, as if confirming this was what you wanted, before pulling off his black tunic. You gave him an encouraging nod. Most of his skin was white, mottled with darker splotches and covered in scars, most small, but some were quite large and His abdomen was extremely toned and lean. He certainly had the body of an agile circus performer. 

You thought about all the places you wanted to kiss him— the crook of his neck, the little dip between his collar bones, the large scar over his right shoulder. down his abdomen, the claw marks on his back. You wondered if this was what it was like to be a monster with a hunger for human. 

Pierrot paused at the waistband of his trunkhose, and looked at you, his face that wonderful shade of red. 

“You are certain you want this, My Love?” He asked nervously. “I know sometimes my kind can hurt humans this way.” Pierrot would never utter a word about this, but when Jester discovered that Pierrot gave out his red ticket, he went over some basic warnings with him. 

“Never take off your mask, Pierrot. I know you have already broken the rules and spoken to it, but I do not want to hear of you exposing yourself to a human of all things. I already dislike this situation to begin with. It will find out about us, and then we’ll have to kill it. Do you want that, Pierrot? No? Then follow. The. Rules. You can have your fun, but don’t hurt it. Humans are small and delicate. One wrong move and you’ll crush them or make them bleed. Even Harlequin knows the limits of humans.”

“It’s okay, we’ll go slow. And even if I, um… even if I can’t do it, I’ll still get you off.”

“Get me… off?” He repeated in confusion. 

“Yeah, you know, what you did to me?” You smile at him, and he blushes again. 

“O-oh, right. Yes. Of course.” He averted his gaze to the floor before taking a deep breath, removing his boots, and finally stepping out of his pants.

He looked almost like a Siamese cat, the way his skin faded from white to black on all his limbs. He turned fully toward you and you realize just how serious he was about the fact that he could hurt you. You would be shocked if you fit so much as half of him. The thought made you swallow hard, and he noticed your hesitation.

“I-I’m sorry, we don’t have to do this, I’m more than happy to just taste you again…” He smiled, replacing his pants and coming toward you now.

“Pierrot,” You put a hand out to stop him for a moment.

“I want to try. Or I could use my mouth instead? Please?” He stopped and examined your face with uncertainty, but eventually nodded.

“Lay back.” He murmured, finally allowing himself to be fully undressed before climbing on top of you, his cock resting on your stomach and dripping just above your navel while his clawed hands travelled up from your hips to just below your breasts. 

“You feel so much more divine without my gloves on, My Lady.” He says happily as he takes in the sight of you beneath him like his. Just like he’s always wanted, even if you both were a little terrified right now. He then moves to cup your breasts, giving them a squeeze before gently tracing a claw up to your nipple, the sensation making you squirm, so he grabbed one of your hands and held it above your head. 

“Stay still for me. I will take care of everything. You are just so wonderful, all you should know is pleasure. I want you to feel so good that every fiber of your being only knows me.” He whispered in your ear before kissing your neck again while he pinched and rolled at your nipple with his other hand. For the second time that night you felt his teeth sink into you, this time on the opposite side and right over your collarbone. 

“Oh Pierrot…” you moan as he sucks the blood out of the wound before moving down even further to pull your other nipple into his mouth. His tongue circled it as he sucked for a moment, letting go then licking around it. 

“Your skin is so soft, so lovely.” He murmured against you as you felt him starting to nudge your legs open with his knee. You were quick to obey his silent command, and quickly he knelt between your legs, and he met you in a fervent kiss again. The hand that held yours down slowly brought your hand up to wrap around the back of his neck, and then he reached over to encourage you to do the same with your other hand. He lowered his mask down to rest on your forehead, your heavy breaths mixing as you felt his tip slide up your folds.

A soft moan left your lips as he gently slipped back and forth, coating himself in your slick, a deep groan mixing with your voice. He slowly lined himself up until you felt his tip at your entrance. His eyes flicked up to yours, and you smiled at him.

“Please, Pierrot.” You whisper, and he starts to press in, your eyebrows furrowing as you bite your lip. Even just the tip is stretching you out a lot, but his fingering earlier definitely helped a little. 

“Oh My Love, you feel so good, so warm.” He mutters into your neck, his body rigid and trembling slightly as he holds himself back. You do your best to remember to breathe, and try not to cry out. “It feels as though everything right in this world is happening right here, right now. You’re so beautiful I can’t even think. I would break all the rules for you, My Lady. Over and over again. You can use me however you want, and I hope that someday you’ll let me just taste you for hours.” His words partly distract you as he gently advances further and further. You think for a moment that maybe he’s doing it to distract himself too. You grip at the air behind his neck at first before giving up and sinking your nails into his shoulders. He moans at that, and his back arches, inadvertently pushing himself a little deeper. You cry out at that and he stops, tears in the corner of his eyes as he looks at you desperately.

“Are you okay? Do I need to stop?” His voice is pained. He wanted nothing but to keep going, but he wouldn’t if it was hurting you. He couldn’t. The thought of stopping however, had him teetering on the edge of insanity. 

“Oh fuck, just keep going!” You whined out, the pain mixing deliciously with the pleasure in ways you had no idea could happen. Pierrot wasted no time as he pressed in just a little farther, and then started to pull out again. The drag of him against your walls had you keening, and your nails found his skin again. 

“That feels amazing, My Lady…” Pierrot breathed out, pressing his face into the crook of your neck again, breathing you in as he slowly pulled in and out. The pace was nearly painful for him, but he refused to go faster until you started to relax. Mindlessly, he started licking and sucking at your shoulder to distract himself, moaning and whimpering into you.

“I feel so full…” you whine out. “It feels so good, Pierrot, you’re so perfect…” He beamed against your skin, starting to go faster now, hitting slightly deeper to where you could feel him start to prod your cervix. “I love you~” You all but whisper, and his arms slide beneath you to hold you tight to him as he rutted into you, desperate groans filling your ears. Teeth bit into your shoulder now, deep and sharp, harder than before, making you moan loudly. He practically drooled all over your shoulder while tasting your blood and listening to all the lovely noises you were making. 

Pierrot’s claws scraped at your back slightly until one hand moved away to slide around your front and down to where your bodies joined together. 

“P-please, yes, Pierrot… touch me, feels so good, please…” you babble out, already feeling another orgasm building from the way he stuffed you so well. 

“Such a beautiful human, and to think I can call you mine…” He grunted as he pulled back slightly to lift your legs up higher and press into you more. He found your clit with his thumb and started rubbing in sloppy circles. “The day I first met you, you were so sweet, so pretty. And now you make the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard and have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen.” He speeds up with every word, and then suddenly it’s like a switch flips. 

Nearly his full weight is on you as he slams into you, bullying your pussy relentlessly with his cock while bringing you dangerously close to the edge with his thumb. 

“You’re so perfect to me, I just want to crawl into your skin. I want to feel your soul. I see nothing but you, hear, taste, and smell nothing but you. I want to feel nothing but you. You’re all that matters to me, and I’m so happy you love me too. I love you, I love you so much…” He all but cries out, his chest heaving as he fucks you into the mattress like a wild animal. 

His words just push you closer and closer…

“Pierrot, I… I’m about to… oh fuucckkk…” Your hips grind into his and as he bottoms out inside you, you cry out in pleasure, pulling at his hair with one hand and scratching down his back with the other while you cum. Your legs shake in his hold, and your body jolts aggressively with every rough pass of his thumb still abusing your clit. 

He moans as you squeeze his cock, quickly following after you as a hot, wet sensation fills you and begins to leak down to your ass. His hips stutter into yours, but he doesn’t let up on your overstimulated nub, enjoying every jolt and sudden squeeze while emptying himself completely into you. It takes both of you by surprise when you start to peak for a third time, and his smile widens as he rubs harder. You can barely move this time when your third orgasm rushes over you. Your legs feel like jelly, but your back arches slightly, your vision blurry with tears of pleasure that you feel dripping down your temples. His hand leaves your overused pussy now, and he gently holds both sides of your face, wiping away the tears.

“Did I hurt you? I hurt you, didn’t I?” He asks, starting to silently curse himself.

“N-no.” You breathe out, reaching up with great effort to put your hand on the side of his mask as well. “That felt so good.” You smile weakly at him, suddenly feeling very tired. “I love you.” You add warmly, closing your eyes in bliss. You miss how red he gets at that.

A whine escapes you when he finally pulls out, and you feel him shift back a little. You crack one eye open to see him silently staring at how his cum was leaking out of you. He finally notices you watching him and flushes even darker, his smile returning. 

“I have never felt something that wonderful before.” He says, running a hand gently over your figure, still not ready to be done touching you. “I love you more than anything, My Lady.” 

“And I love you more than anything, m’Lord.” You hum blearily with a smile. Pierrot then goes to lay next to you, bringing you close, before shifting a little, seeming uncomfortable.

“We should take a bath.” He murmurs, kissing your cheek. 

“Tired.” You reply, leaning into his touch.

“Just use tissues for now, we can bathe in the morning.” Your voice is soft, barely any wakefulness left to it. You faintly feel him shift and shuffle around before jolting again as you felt pressure on your clit again. It was quick but gentle, and you didn’t feel as sticky when you started to lose consciousness.