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To be continued...

Perhaps some of you have noticed a pattern of fresh akiangel content being posted every two weeks. I’ll continue trying to stick to this schedule, though sometimes I may have to shift the dates due to urgent matters and exhausting workdays. But for now — here it is, the newest fruit of my labor! Time to get started on part three ✨

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Part three:

Pierrot let out a small, startled gasp, the sound almost fragile in the quiet between you. When your hand drifted up, lightly brushing over his clothed chest, he glanced down at you, placing his hand above yours. Something shifted in his expression; his eyes narrowed slightly, darkening with a quiet hunger that hadn’t been there before.

It made your lips curve into a faint smirk.

You pressed yourself more fully against him, your warmth seeping into his, your voice turning sickly sweet and coaxing.

“I want to take care of you,” you whispered. “You’ve been working so hard while I've been training."

The words settled into him.

Pierrot exhaled softly, a deep,pleased purr slipping from him before he turned in your arms to face you properly. Up close, you could see the tiredness still lingering in him… but now it was mixed with love and lust. He leaned over you for a kiss.

However You stepped back just enough to take his hand, your fingers threading through his gently. “Come,” you murmured, “I am taking the lead”

And without resistance, he followed.

You led him toward the bed, your grip steady, your presence warm, an unspoken promise waiting in every gesture.

“Sit down, I’ll start undressing you,” you explained seductively as you stepped aside. Pierrot felt the urge to rush, a quiet impatience stirring beneath his skin, but he held himself back. He didn’t want to ruin this; he didn’t want to break the softness of the moment you were giving him.

He sat at the edge of the bed, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks. As you stepped between his legs, his hands found your hips instinctively, thumbs tracing slow, absent circles as if grounding himself in your presence.

His long silver hair fell down when you carefully removed his hat, revealing the curve back of his three horns. Pierrot bit his lip lightly, breath catching as your fingers brushed along one of the horns, tracing it down to its base with deliberate gentleness.

“I always love how you quiver under my touch, Pierrot,” you teased softly, leaning closer to his ear before you nip his earlobe. 

Then You pressed a kiss to his cheek, lingering just enough before trailing them along his jawline. His grip on your hips tightened slightly, his breathing turning uneven.

“My lord~,” he panted, his voice low and strained, barely holding together.

You hummed in response, as your lips brushed and kissed along his neck, Pierrot instinctively tilted his head, exposing more of himself to you without hesitation. You lifted your gaze to meet him as your hands moved to his ruffled collar, slowly beginning to undo it. Pierrot’s eyes stayed locked on yours, dark and intent, his body already leaning into every touch you gave, as if drawn in without thought.

“What?” you teased him softly. “Do you want me on my knees?”

The words alone made him inhale sharply, his breath catching in his chest. Before he could answer, you lowered yourself, your movements slow, deliberate. Your hands explored his clothed chest, tracing over his body with careful curiosity, feeling the way he tensed and softened beneath your touch. 

As you undid the buttons of his shirt, your hands drifted lower to his waist, lingering there — taunting, unhurried. You pressed soft kisses along his collarbone,  between his chest, then lower, and lower you went each touch drawing out lovely, needy reactions from him.

Pierrot let out a soft moan, his body burned up before he could stop it, feeling you move along his body. 

His chest rose and fell unevenly as he leaned back against the bed, loving drunken eyes never leaving you. There was something predatory in the way he watched ,like he was holding himself back by sheer will alone from devouring you whole. He licked his lips, biting his bottom lips. His voice was rough when it finally came out.

“My lord… I don’t think I can stop myself if you continue.”

You paused at that, your eyes meeting his. His hand came to your cheek, cupping it gently, almost reverently, yet a stark contrast to the tension coiled in his body.

 His thumb brushed lightly against your lips, as if committing the feeling to memory. He groaned softly, conflicted.

“I don’t want to hurt you…” He admitted, voice thick with restraint, “yet I want nothing more than to leave my claim on you as mine.”

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked sweetly, your tone soft but deliberate. You looked slightly worried, and didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

A beat of silence.

Then, without hesitation—

“No.”

You smiled softly at Pierrot’s response. You began kissing his stomach, your hand slowly unzipping his pants. You playfully nipped at his lower abdomen, drawing a sharp breath from him as he happily responded by growling. You couldn’t let him be the only one marking what was his.

You tugged his pants down just enough to expose him, already half-hard.

Pierrot’s mouth watered as you began to touch his base, his hands gripping the bedsheets tightly as he tried to maintain control. Yet, his thoughts betrayed him—he could think of nothing but the taste of your skin, the feel of you beneath him… and fuck, especially with you holding authority over him.

You kept eye contact, savoring the way he unraveled under your touch. Your hand moved steadily, stroking him until he was fully hard. You flicked your tongue across the tip, earning a low grunt from him. Teasing, you pressed a soft kiss there before slowly licking circles around it playfully.

Pierrot moaned beneath his mask, his body  aching need. He reached up, gently placing a hand at the back of your head, combing your hair for a better view. His touch was hesitant at first, almost like he feared you might pull away—but then it grew steadier, guiding your lip against his cock.

“Please, my lord… hah~,I’ve grown impatient.” he murmured, his voice strained, not just with desire, but with something deeper—something vulnerable.

“Ah!” a quiet gasp slipped past his lips,  when you finally started deepthroat his cock, his body unraveled. His legs trembled beneath your arm. 

He felt loved, not just feeling you suck his dick, but from the overwhelming feeling of being seen. Of being wanted like this by you.

Pierrot leaned forward slightly, wanting to cum. ‘Yet not’ He groaned as he wanted you closer—not just physically, but all of you. His fingers curled gently your hair, no longer gripping for control, but holding on, grounding himself in the moment you were sharing. 

“My lord…” he praised you with a loving look in his eyes “You make me feel… so good.”

There was a pause in his voice, like he didn’t quite mean just that.

His breathing grew uneven, a quiet shudder passing through him as he closed his eyes behind the mask. Every small movement, every bit of attention you gave him, felt magnified—intimate, overwhelming in a way he wasn’t used to.

“You’re… doing so well,” he added, his voice quieter now, filled with something warmer, more tender. 

Your lips tugged into a faint smirk, savoring the subtle reaction you drew from him — the way his body betrayed him, already close to unraveling. 

“But,...I need you to stop,” he ordered. 

When his hand tugged at your hair with a little more force, you pulled back, looking up at him with a thin thread of saliva still connecting your lips to his tip. Your breath came soft and uneven, a flicker of uncertainty passing through you. You searched his expression, wondering if you had somehow displeased Pierrot.

However, he wore only warmth on his face.

A soft, affectionate smile lingered on his lips, tender enough to ease the worry tightening in your chest.

With a quiet, guiding touch, he drew you upward, settling you carefully onto his lap instead. The shift felt deliberate, intimate as though he needed you close in a different way now. He leaned toward your ear, his breath warm against your skin, his voice dropping low enough to send a shiver through you.

“So good to me…” he murmured, the praise soft but heavy with feeling. Then, quieter still, almost reverent, “But I think it is time for me to watch that beautiful face fall apart in front of me.”

“Ah—!” you gasped when you suddenly felt his lips against your neck. He nipped gently at the crook of it while his hands slid beneath your waistband, slow and possessive. His hands massages your ass, grunting approvingly. 

When he began to finger you,your hand instinctively gripped the back of his undone shirt. You looked at him helplessly while he thrusted his finger inside you like you taught him. 

Perriot watched and listened for which movement made the confident, teasing composure you’d held onto begin to crumble little by little beneath the intensity of his attention. When a needy whimper escaped your lips, Pierrot noticed immediately. He always noticed.

Slowly, patiently, he began taking control.

His touch remained careful despite his needy cock twitching for more attention. His nails grazed lightly along your wall, not hurting you, as he stretched you with deliberate gentleness. Every so often, he would nudge against you reassuringly, pressing soft kisses beneath the edge of his mask like quiet attempts to soothe you, who begged for more, through the overwhelming closeness, “Perriot, this feels like torture.”

“Not yet,” he whispered. “I wouldn’t let you melt for me so quickly, my lord.”

 A tremor ran through your body at the mixture of tenderness and hunger in him, his words settling deep beneath your skin. 

“I think you are right, I am growing impatient too,” Pierrot groaned softly against your throat.

You whine softly, struggling to steady your breathing.

“The lube… on the counter,” you murmured between breaths. “Hah~… it’ll help.”

Pierrot glanced over his shoulder, spotting it resting on the nightstand. Recognition flickered across his expression before he let out a low, pleased hum.

“Okay then, my lord.”

As he reached for it, you stepped back just enough to slip off the rest of your clothing. Pierrot coated his fingers carefully before lifting his gaze back to you, searching your flushed face with surprising seriousness beneath all the affection and want.

“Last chance, You still want to keep going, my lord?”

“I do,” you whispered, the confession slipping from you like a secret too precious to say aloud. “I want to feel you, Pierrot. All of you.”

Adoration flashed across his face at those words.

You crawled back into his lap, and his arms wrapped around you immediately, secure and grounding, holding you steady like something precious in his hands. Safe. Wanted.

You exhaled shakily against him,

“Ready.” 

Pierrot kissed your forehead softly before returning to his careful movements, taking his time with you. You moaned quietly as he stretched you with his two fingers now, giving you patient attention. He began slowly, easing further in only when he felt your body relax beneath his touch, making sure every reaction, every breath, every tremble was met with tenderness rather than haste.

“I told you,” he whispered against your skin, voice rough with restraint, “don’t melt yet. Just a little longer… until the main event.”

You whimpered softly as he slowly pulled his fingers out from you, the sudden emptiness making your body twitch in protest. A shaky gasp left your lips when you felt his press closer instead at your entrance. He slowly led you down by your hips, stretching you gradually with his cock. Your hands immediately clawed at his shoulders, feeling overwhelmed from his size.

Pierrot groaned under his breath the moment your tight wall squeezed him. When you finally took him fully, you both looked at each other in adoration, panting.

Every muscle in his body tensed with the effort not to move.

He wanted to.

God, he wanted to.

But he forced himself to stay still. He rested his head on your shoulder, breathing unevenly against your neck while he waited for you to relax in his arms. One of his hands rubbed slow circles against your side, grounding you gently while he held himself back for your sake. He purred,encouraging you “You feel amazing, My lord.” 

Only a minute passed, until you finally gave a small nod did he move again.

His thrusts were slow at first, almost unbearably needy, like he was savoring every second instead of chasing the end of it. Pierrot wrapped one arm around your waist securely holding in place while his other hand drifted lower, beginning to pump your dick in rhythm with his movements.

Your eyes fluttered shut instantly, holding his shoulder for support.

Pierrot made a soft sound beneath his breath at the sight of you unraveling for him. Then, carefully, he lifted the edge of his mask just enough to kiss you properly. The kiss was deep and aching, filled with all the want he’d been trying to contain.

You mewled softly between kisses.

When his tongue slipped into your mouth, slow and intimate, he kissed you like he wanted to consume every sound you made, massaging against your tongue while his movements gradually lost their restraint.

Your body grew hot and heavy beneath him, pleasure building until your limbs felt weak from it. You arched your back against his hold, lips parting as you struggled to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling unevenly.

But Pierrot couldn’t stay away from you for long.

The moment you inhaled, he chased your lips again, reconnecting them with his in another desperate kiss, softer this time but no less consuming. His breathing had turned ragged now, his composure slipping further with every sound you made for him.

His thrusts lost their careful rhythm, becoming messy, needy. His hand fondled your throbbing cock sped up, using your precum as lude.

Pierrot groaned deeply when he felt your body squeeze around him, the reaction pulling a broken, affectionate sound from his throat. His arms tightened around you instinctively, holding you close as though he couldn’t bear even the smallest distance between you.

“That’s it, my handsome lord… Cum for me,” he breathed against your lips, the praise trembling out of him like a confession. His voice was raw now, stripped of composure, every word soaked in aching devotion

Pierrot held you impossibly close as your body shook in his arms, like he wanted to feel every reaction, every trembling breath, every heartbeat that answered him. His forehead rested against yours between uneven kisses, silver hair falling around both of you like a curtain hiding the rest of the world away.

“You’re beautiful like this,” he whispered, almost in awe. “So beautiful for me.”

“Perriot~, I'm going to– Ah!” You called out for him, cumming. His hands stroked along your body with desperate tenderness, trying to soothe you even while he unraveled himself as well. Every sound you made only seemed to undo him further, drawing low groans from his chest as he buried his face against your neck, breathing you in like something precious.

And through it all, he never stopped holding you gently.

“Hah… you are so—ah—good to me,” Pierrot moaned shakily beside your ear as his movements grew sloppier, restraint slipping further away with every passing second. He nuzzled against your shoulder before biting lightly into it, overcome with affection and need. His fingers dug into your flesh as he held you tighter, a broken groan leaving him as he came undone with your name spilling from his lips.

“My lord~…”

Your head rested against Pierrot’s afterward, both of you panting softly together in the lingering warmth of the moment. Your bodies stayed pressed together when the two of you suddenly collapsed back onto the bed, tangled up in each other. You instinctively held onto Pierrot tightly as the mattress dipped beneath your combined weight.

A quiet laugh escaped you as you leaned up slightly, only to find Pierrot staring at the ceiling in a complete daze, silver hair spread messily across the bedsheets.

You smirked.

“Not used to it?” you teased softly.

Pierrot pouted faintly, clearly unwilling to admit it out loud. A low groan slipped from him when you shifted your hips, the movement forcing a small distance between your bodies that he already disliked.

“So stubborn,” you murmured affectionately before leaning down to kiss him.

Then, more quietly—

“I love you, my lord.”

The words struck your heart with the same intensity they always did, as if hearing them would never stop feeling new. Pierrot slowly turned his head toward you, his gaze locking onto yours with an openness that made your chest ache.

And he smiled.

Soft. Tired. Completely in love with you.

Your expression melted instantly.