#consentacles

“You like the way we send shivers down your spine, don’t you?” He murmured, voice soft and alluring from his position, leaning against my back.

“Maybe that’s because you’re standing way too close.” I huffed, no true anger in the quip, staring across the twirling and spinning fools in pink, all my focus pinned on the man behind me.

“Maybe…. I was a little rude the last time we met. Don’t get me wrong. I think your eyes enchanted me, and I wanted to get so close that I crossed a line, didn’t I? But tell me, did you think about me too? Or…. Am I the only fool caught in your spell?” I made a little noise of protest, ready to playfully disagree, steer the conversation back to safer waters by bickering, but I felt him shift slightly, chest pressing lightly into my back, and I was startled enough to let him continue.

“That’s just my nature, my dear. I like making your heart race, stirring your reactions. But subtle? That’s not me, unlike a lovesick Pierrot.” His voice sounded warmer…. He pressed tightly to my back, so if I turned I’d be too close for propriety. I wondered, if I turned around now anyways, would he be cynically smiling, enjoying being able to make me react? Or was he trying to be genuine?

Fingers flitted towards mine, just grazing before backing off. I made a soft noise - surprise? disappointment? despair? I wasn’t sure. I hadn’t had time to react, and my own flexed, seeking. I felt like I missed a quick time event, skin itching to have had his fingers slide through mine. It was almost embarrassing how quickly the rush of loss skipped across my mind, and I cursed myself for being so obviously into someone so obviously not good for me.

“If I held your hand right now…. Would you pull away? Or are you waiting for me to make the first move again?” I recalled his first move before - being pinned to the chill fabric of his tent, with him looming over me - and shivered, heat creeping into my face. I tried to turn, propriety be damned - I had to see his face, to know if he was being serious - but was blocked as he held me still, using his own body to thwart my movement. I froze as a pressure crept over my shoulder, across my collarbone. My eyes darted towards the flash of green as one of his sharp claws trailed lightly along the edge of my collar, across the empty place his pin once sat.

“Do you want to feel my heart beating for you? Want me to show you how I feel? Come with me… I’ll make your heart beat in time with mine. But maybe, you’ll lose your breath.” His voice was airy, teasing, and very, very tempting as it curled around the shell of my ear, lips just far enough away I swore I could feel as he formed each sound. My heart beat frantically, caught between curiosity and reluctance. I didn’t know what I’d get if I followed him….. He took the choice before I could properly ponder it, stepping back. I barely had time to watch him slip between the tents, and out of view.

A moment passed. I stood there, heart pounding, fighting to get my breath back under my control. I should turn around and go home. I had come to see Pierrot, not… not be drawn into whatever Harlequin was offering. But…. Even as I thought it, the curiosity ate at me, and I couldn’t help but cut through the graceful pink figures to follow him, pausing to glance around before slinging a leg over the metal fence meant to keep people out of the circus without paying. It wasn’t graceful, but it was effective as I leveraged myself over the low wall. The tents loomed over me, and as I rounded the first one I realized I was somewhere I wasn’t meant to be, and without a guide to boot.

Hesitantly, I trailed further, feet scraping the road as I peered around, trying to spot a flash of green or hear the sound of bells. It was eerily quiet, and the sunlight was partially blocked by the tents. It wasn’t fair how silently he could move with bells on - either of them. I should be able to hear him if he was nearby. Just as I contemplated turning around, cool fingers curled over my throat, the brush of a body behind mine - tensing in surprise, I froze. Mind in overdrive I tried to calculate the position, the angles, what reaction was best - be still, kick backwards, duck and pull away - running through my options, but a chin settled on my shoulder in such a familiar pose, I found myself sighing in relief. Harlequin had found me.

“So you took my initiative? Brave.” He murmured into my ear. One again, he was too close - pressing his body against my back a bit more firmly now. Standing so close had me blushing - he was always inside my personal space. I didn’t quite want to admit I liked him there.

“I was - I just - “ I had no good excuses - my curiosity had lead me into the maze of tents, and worse, the chemistry I felt we had fronted the charge. But I didn’t want to admit it so easily, or so candidly. “You offered!” I managed to splutter, feeling flush as the embarrassment coalesced in my face.

“Were you more curious about ‘hearing my heart’ or ‘losing your breath’?” He teased, and I immediately started to protest, swallowing against his fingers, heartbeat picking up as I tried to scrabble for a defense. When he put it like that -

“I - I wanted to know - you’re the one who said all the - I just -“ he snickered, looping an arm around my waist and pulling me back more firmly against him. I pouted, muttering in annoyance - and a bit of despair. But I didn’t mind, and settled, letting his frame take some of my weight as I leaned back into him, huffing a frustrated breath of air and trying to peer up, vividly aware of the hand still lightly settled around my throat. I’d rather face Batman than admit it was kinda hot. I could just barely see the edge of his black curls - he was leaning over me slightly so I couldn’t look up easily. Tall bastard.

“Of course you were mocking me…” I didn’t fight his grip, just crossed my arms over his, deliberately turning my face away, wishing the blush in my cheeks would settle as to save me some embarrassment. Worse still was the way it felt like my heart had t dropped like a stone to my feet, the wave of stupidity and foolishness for even contemplating I might not be alone in feeling some chemistry -

“Mocking? Huhum, no, little dove.” He crooned the nickname, and I could feel the blood throbbing in my face harder at the twist of the nickname I was so familiar with. “I haven’t lied to you. I’m always clear about what I want.” Even more annoyed, I blew out a breath, trying again to crane backwards to see his face, arms dropping a fraction. I couldn’t help the little ember of hope, despite my caution, despite knowing I’d be better off disappointed. But… his words certainly hinted…

“Honest, huh? Then, what do you want?” I challenged, half demanding and half confused. I hadn’t assumed he’d insist on being so close for this discussion - all the pretty words had me half convinced he was going to confess some sort of interest back in the street. Just now, he had me convinced he was going to mock me for my delusions of mutual attraction. But the way he said that almost suggested I had been right and this was a confession of some flavor - twisted, but I couldn’t ask for anything less.

But I needed a clear response - clarity as what his words meant. The claws around my waist dug in, just a little harder - more possessive. It was honestly grounding, in a strange way, from the frantic fluttering in my mind over what he could mean.

“Surely, you’ve figured that out, haven’t you?” He hedged, and I frowned, still red faced and unsure. Mind reeling, I struggled to connect the dots - feeling like holding pieces for separate puzzles. Was this a bold invitation? Was this a confession of interest? Was this just an extended opportunity to humiliate me for daring to think -

“… to be a horny flirt?“ I posited, unsure and afraid of letting the silence linger any longer. Another soft chuckle, this one more amused - and possibly even… slightly huskier?

“Then how about we turn the lights off and I show you? I like it when you get lost.” I was already lost, heart pounding against my ribs, eyes wide as my traitorous imagination took the suggestion and ran with it. He kept talking, low and seductive in my ear - as if he was making sure I wouldn’t protest. “When you can’t see where my fingers will end up. And since you came to me…. Let’s play~” Play?… his fingers would - the images that popped into my mind were filthy and surely not what he meant -

Then I was being pulled back, almost tripping over my own feet as we stepped inside a tent, gasping as some of those thoughts suddenly seemed a lot more likely. “I didn’t - I expected a lot more talking!” I squeaked, even as I stumbled to find my footing, blushing furiously. “We have seriously different definitions of play -“ I tried to sound furious, but the shock robbed the strength from my voice, the words breathy and light. Any hope to hold dignity was as airy as the words that betrayed my instant interest.

“Look at you… your heart’s already beating at the pace I like.” With a simple, surprisingly attractive motion, he undid some hidden knot and sent his cape to the ground in a smooth slide. Instantly, I felt my face heat further, swallowing and desperately trying not to stare. But shy or not, I was unable to look away as he moved sinuously towards me, enraptured - yeah, I hadn’t come anticipating it, but if I was honest with myself, I certainly wanted to ‘play’. He grinned - the sharp smile of a predator, as if sensing my surrender - and let the curtain of the tent fall, plunging the space into darkness.

“Too dark for your eyes, isn’t it? But the perfect grounds for me~” his voice floated out of the pitch, the only light a sliver shining through the bottom curl of the tent flap, stretched across the floor.

“Harley - if you wanted me blind, you could have just taken my glasses - this is a bit overkill -“ I joked pathetically, struggling to pinpoint where the tables had turned - when I had not only accepted this game, but when he had become so goddamn attractive. Just minutes ago, I thought I’d have the upper hand, collect a confession and have to apologize to him as Pierrot had expressed interest first - and now, I had to admit, I seemed to be walking into - and agreeing to! - a hookup. Madness. This was utter madness.

“I know, you can’t see me, but I see you.” I felt more than saw him step up to me, his eyes two shining emeralds of light in the darkness. The very edge of his shoulder was faintly illuminated by the sliver of light left, and I stepped back on instinct as he drew closer. He advanced again, voice low and hypnotic, “Every detail. And, trust me, it’s better this way.”

“Better this - I - I don’t - this is all very much not what I was anticipating - “ despite the part of me that was more than interested, I was also lined with apprehension. I didn’t think Harlequin, of all people, would shame my lack of proficiency in the carnal arts, but the little voice at the back of my head warned me I would be made fun of and scorned anyways.

I felt him shift nearer, and jumped sharply when something chill brushed against my skin, while disconcerting twin trails of heat ran down my neck. His mask, I realized belatedly. And - the wet trail across my skin tingled in the slightly chill air of the tent. I pinwheeled, struggling to keep my balance in the dark, heat creeping up my neck - only making the cold trail across the skin there stand out further, the darkness highlighting the sensation as I scrambled to find something to orient myself without sight.

“Ah… exactly as I imagined you’d taste. I could lose myself in this.” His words were a satisfied sigh, breath tickling my ear. I was short circuiting, the darkness amplifying the sound and the feeling, all my focus honed into the path on my neck, almost vibrating in surprise and sensation.

“Did - did you just LICK me?!” I didn’t consciously mean to gasp the question, but it slipped out of my mouth all the same. More, I hadn’t actually expected it to be…. Pleasant. I’d always assumed I’d hate the sensation - spit left on skin to chill and leave a disgusting, flakey mark - but was surprised to find it much less abhorrent than I’d imagined it. It was actually…. Very hot, if I was going to be honest with myself.

He huffed a soft laugh, and I could feel the tension of his body - not quite pressed against mine - as he did. “That’s all you’re worried about? Mm…” his voice dropped even deeper, whispering huskily against my hair. “You have no idea how much deeper this can go.” I felt his breath travel down my neck and over my collarbone, curling under the ended of my dress to cooly caress the tops of my breasts. Stepping back without thinking, I hissed when my hip bumped sharply into a table, instantly feeling my heart rate spike as I heard a rattling as whatever sat on it - glass? fine plastic? that cheap plastic that sounded like glass? - shook against the tabletop, and I tried to steady it instinctively, instantly afraid I’d broken something. He easily kept pace, staying just a breath away, pinning me between his body and the furniture I was trying to stop shaking. He clearly had no worry as to the possibly fragility of whatever sat on the table, I thought a bit wildly. This was so far out of anything I’d anticipated I was at a loss and gripping for anything that was familiar - sane, in this insanity I had willingly walked into.

Just as I let go of the table, distracted by his closeness, fingers curled around my wrist and pressed under my chin, applying just enough pressure to encourage me to tilt my face up to look at him. Without the distraction of whatever lay on the table behind me, all I could think of was those lewd things my imagination had conjured before. Just the thought of them had my face heating, hot all over at the thought of what he might do in the dark - at the simple motion he just did, which felt silly but actually had me clenching my thighs. “You haven’t even asked my safeword,” I mumbled, swallowing, staring at the only thing I could still see - his eyes, shining in the dark.

“Already anticipate needing it?” He asked softly, and I watched his eyes slip through the darkness as he tipped his head to the side, studying me. I could hear the humor in his voice, and huffed in embarrassment - i hadn’t even meant to say it, just blurted it before I could stop myself. I seemed to do that a lot around him. Embarrassment at having even alluded to all the things my mind was sprinting over. At my willingness - my eagerness - to let him touch me.

My voice was a little too shrill to be believable as I hurried to explain. I…. Just didn’t want him to misunderstand. Or… stop. Whatever this was, I wasn’t ready for it to be over so fast. “No! I just - it seems like something one would plan to ask - b-besides, I’m not easy - a-and - and I don’t want to, um. I haven’t actually - That is, I-I’m fine with, um, everything to a, uh, third base type point - l-like maybe some heavy petting or -“ I babbled, seemingly unable to shut the fuck up as I heard my blood roaring in my ears and felt him lightly tracing along my wrist with the edge of a sharp claw, wondering in the back of my mind how the power of my blush hadn’t lit the whole damn tent like Rudolf’s fucking nose yet.

He let me babble before I shut myself up as something coiled around my ankles, brushing lightly against the bare skin of my calf, and I snapped my teeth shut with a click in surprise at the sensation. Did any of them use snakes? Had one escaped?

“You aren’t afraid of monsters in the dark, are you?” There was humor to his words, but something under it seemed - almost hollow. Experimentally, I wriggled a foot, curious and a touch unnerved as to what might be gripping my ankle so tightly. It didn’t feel right to be a snake - not that I was intimately familiar with reptiles twining around my limbs, but it felt too heavy for that. And both ankles?

“Uhhh Harley, what ummm, ahh what might be gripping my leg?” I asked, a touch of fear leaking through the false calm I had tried to steep my voice in. Whatever was brushing my skin was cool, and it didn’t loosen - just remained firmly coiled around my leg.

“Shhh, I can almost hear your heart screaming~” a similar rope looped around my wrists, draped loosely about my waist, and followed the bare skin of my calves, passing my knees - I jerked slightly at the ticklish feeling - before settling around my thighs, digging in to the supple flesh. His hands had settled on my hips, and just as the ropes jerked me closer to him, he lifted me, ass connecting with the top of the table as I slid back, the back of my dress making the move smooth and swift. He had stepped in to the space between my naturally parted legs, a warm shape pressing lightly against me. Yeah, fuck, I didn’t know what was happening, but that had me clenching around nothing, startling a ragged gasp from my throat as I gazed up at his eyes, mouth open and wondering if he could tell my panties were damp.

“Harlehh -“ It was embarrassing, but halfway between speaking his name I was shifted, and I couldn’t stop the word ending on a startled moan. A dim part of my mind was concerned, but I didn’t want to focus on that. I wanted to have fun - although, despite my wishes, I could feel the rising fear. I couldn’t see, nobody knew where I was, as hot as it was to be at Harley’s mercy, could I be sure I was safe? Thoughts spiraling, I did the only thing I could think to to ground myself - I reached blindly for Harlequin. I gripped his wrists where he held my hips possessively, and I felt him jerk slightly, would have sworn I heard a ragged inhale. The touch did what I wanted - grounding me. “Scared?” His voice was low, curious, and almost… sad? I shook my head sharply, squeezing his wrists lightly. This was Harley, and I had never felt like he’d hurt me before.

“Not of you. I trust you. But I don’t trust myself to - um, you know, do - like, um, anything right?” The words tumbled free before I could rethink them, and instantly, once the words left my mouth, the smooth ‘ropes’ tightened, and I jerked in surprise, before curiously tugging against one holding my wrist - unable to free my hand. Frowning slightly, I wriggled, trying to see around him, to figure out exactly what was happening, struggling to ignore the way my knees brushed his waist with the slightest movements. He wasn’t hot exactly, but where my thighs were draped around his waist was warm and very, very distracting.

His shadow leaned over in the gloom, blocking the sliver of light and whispering into my ear. “You know, he lies to you. Hides and whispers passion when you’re not listening. Me? I don’t need to lie, I can show you a little…. More. So you want to see… what we really are?” His voice was calming despite the words, and I struggled to keep up, trying to pay attention to what he said, and not the way his breath trailed softly across my skin, sending goosebumps down my arm. The way every frantic breath had my chest brushing his, nipples dragging against the fabric. Fuck, he was toned. I struggled to comprehend the question - hesitating briefly as the meaning sunk in.

“What…. do you mean - more?” The word was a question, but damn me to hell and back, of course I was curious. The smooth ropes crisscrossing my person slid along my skin, dragging my hands back by the wrist to pin them to the table with the soft sound of sweaty palms to faux wood. I didn’t fight it, releasing his wrists and arching back as they pulled my arms behind me, flushing as the position had my breasts thrust up like an offering. Slowly, the ‘rope’ rubbed light friction along my skin, making me blush as the ones looped around my thighs teased light patterns devastatingly close to the edge of my underwear. The combination - the slow, undulating movements, the heat of someone between my legs, the thrill of being pinned - had me squirming where I sat in heated interest and fear of both the escalation and unknown.

He leaned back, the sliver of light returning, eyes glowing brightly in the darkness. “Ah… your eyes right now…. Wide, desperate, clinging to every scrap of light, as if it could save you. It’s almost adorable~” I huffed, ignoring the way my toes curled at the praise, thighs involuntarily clenching - god, I hoped he couldn’t feel that. He shifted as I did - his body a hard line pressed against me, forcing me to bend backwards further to keep his face - or at least his eyes - in view. It was a compromising position, like out of one of my fan fictions, and the sharp exhale that escaped me only seemed to please him. I shivered slightly even as the ‘rope’ binding me trailed lightly against my skin, caressing almost playfully.

“Harley, I’d really like to know what -“ I started nervously, lightly flexing my arm again, trying to pull free with no real struggle, worried but enjoying the moment perhaps a bit too much. Moreover, I needed reassurance - his promise the situation was under control. He said he could see, and I just needed him to confirm that everything - that I - was safe. He cut me off before I could finish.

“What’s touching me?” He asked, a hint of mocking derision in his voice. “Oh, darling trust me, it’s better if we stay in the dark. What you feel crawling over your body…” there was the faintest hitch of breath, even as he flexed his grip on my waist, the tips of his nails digging in briefly enough to hurt. “It’s me. And I… really want to feel your skin right now.”

I didn’t think twice - just blurted it instantly, wanting to calm the murmuring panic at the back of my mind. “Promise?” He paused, and I could feel him studying me in the dark again. The ropes - tentacles, more like - slid over my skin, tensing and untensing. “Just you?” I felt a bit silly, the plaintive whine in my voice pathetic, but - I just needed to know.

After a beat of silence that lasted an eternity, I heart a sort of huffing, flat chuckle. “Cross my heart,” he mimicked me, and immediately, I felt better. Despite being blinded, bound, and alone with Harlequin…. I felt surprisingly safe. I saw the glint of his mask being removed, and for the briefest moment, the grip on my wrist loosened. I could have pulled my hands free, but… I realized I didn’t want to.

Relaxing back against the table, I stared into his piercing green eyes, unable to stop the slight shivers running over my body. Shifting slightly, instead of pulling free of the tentacles grasping my wrists, I turn my palms into them - fingers sliding over the smooth surface, warm, with just a little give, hinting at softness. I squeezed lightly, tracing the length with my fingers. The tips were thinner, and I curiously ran my thumb along the smooth flesh in slow patterns, considering the texture.

With a half ragged inhale, Harlequin leaned back over me, pinning my hips to the table again. “Mmm…. Gripping me so tight, are you? I might think you’re enjoying this.”

“Maybe I am,” I whispered, shifting to arch lightly against him. “Would you be disappointed if I was?” He chuckled throatily, and I squeaked in surprise as thin tips slid over my shoulders, against my skin before diving under the straps of my dress, barely hesitating as they found nothing but bare flesh below. I wasn’t sure if I was delighted or dismayed to have forgone a bra. The movement had me jumping in his hold, but I got nowhere - his grip was absolute, and all I managed was to shift slightly, letting him further into the cradle of my thighs.

“Don’t worry,” he breathed into my ear, “I wasn’t going to let you go anyways.” Warm lips trailed along the edge of my ear and I jolted again, barely stopping the whine that threatened to slip out as he did. “I’m going to leave my mark~” his words ghosted along my skin, lips trailing down my neck even as the tentacles slid across my skin teasingly. “So you remember exactly who made your body burn first.” I whined without thinking, a soft noise of want, drowning in the sensations. There was no visual feedback, but the way he pressed me into the table, the movement around my breasts - nipples being lightly teased now - slithering at the very edge of my underwear - I was struggling to keep up, buried under the stimulation coming from every direction. Maybe that’s why I didn’t understand until it was too late - until my shoulder exploded in bright pain, razor sharp teeth embedded into the curve with precision.

I choked on my shriek, the air catching in my lungs as my eyes watered, hissing sharply against the pain, trying to jerk my legs together as I attempted to escape from the bright agony in my shoulder. He growled against my bleeding skin, licking at the wound almost tenderly, the motion only pulling harder on the torn edges. I finally managed to gasp some air, tears falling down my temples, getting lost along my hair, desperate for anything that might take away the pain. I was tempted to kick him, but I didn’t think I’d have enough range of motion -

“F-fucking OW,” finally remembering how to speak, the words came out hoarse and strained, the throbbing echoing through my shoulder, my chest, down my arm. Without thinking I retaliated, clenching the tendrils in my hands harshly, thumb tracing over the surface gently after, soothing my own guilt at possibly causing pain. He unapologetically pressed a soft kiss against my throat, lips effortlessly following my skin as I swallowed reflexively, a brief frisson of fear he’d bite down there, tear out my throat, cutting through my minds eye. “What the hell?” My voice wavered, betrayal and pain blending together.

“So brave~” his tongue continued lapping at the weeping punctures, following the trails of blood and cleaning the fluid from my skin by replacing it with his. “You took that so well. Green truly does suit you, my dear. Here, let me take away the sting. Just relax, and enjoy yourself.”

I flinched as the warm pressure of his tongue flitted along my collarbone, shivering as the pain settled, the bright agony dulling into something much more manageable. My mind whirled - I could hear the soft sound of his breathing - no, panting. His mouth retreated, and I was so invested with trying to determine where it would land next I had forgotten to pay attention elsewhere. I moaned in surprise as one of the coils around my breasts tightened, flicking and teasing the straining nipple before coiling tightly in a sharp pinch, making me inhale sharply and jerk into the feeling, trying to lessen the sting. He chuckled slightly, shifting to trail hot open mouthed kisses down my neck while I gasped for air, still struggling to regain control of my breathing, between being treated like a chew toy and then ‘rewarded’ with the riot of sexy sensations.

Sharp claws scratched my skin and he tugged the top of my dress down, bunching the fabric under my breasts. I flinched in anticipation of his mouth settling there next, but nothing came. Just the tension of the moment as his hot breath fanned across my skin, nipples tense and tight, the soft flesh shaking from the breath I managed.

Almost playfully, he tweaked a nipple, and I jumped in surprise. There had been no warning before he did so, and in the dark I couldn’t anticipate what he planned to do. I almost choked on my tongue as I felt the bottom of my dress glide up past my knees, the hem tickling across my thighs as it was unceremoniously draped across my stomach.

The tendrils around my hands slipped into motion, dragging my arms up and over my head, and I almost shouted as it jarred my shoulder while binding my hands tightly. But I was distracted - inhaling and almost choking on my own spit - more focused on the tips of the tentacles that had been teasing my inner thighs slid higher, hooking around the gusset of my panties and pulling them down.

“H-Harley -“ I started, suddenly shy and nervous and unsure. One of the tentacles slid gently against my core, and I jerked against his hold in surprise as it wound through the short curls between my legs. I briefly felt ashamed - I hadn’t trimmed or shaved or any of the other things I’d read about.

He shushed me, and I watched those mesmerizing jade eyes retreat, hearing the rustle of clothes as he moved back. I didn’t need light to know he was more than smug, jumping slightly as sharp claws settled just over the ‘ropes’ on my thighs, pressing them wider. I hesitated briefly, then willingly stretched, legs naturally parting. The slightly burn of the stretch was a welcome contrast to the chill air of the tent, cooling the slick dripping down my ass, no longer restrained by the soft cotton on my underwear - oh, god, I didn’t even wear a cute pair today. Please at least let it not have been period stained -

I could feel the grin in his words as they coiled around me, reigniting the flush in my face. “Naughty little thing, aren’t you? Came here looking for Pierrot, and now you’re spread for me like a feast.” I flushed, his words seeming taken straight out of my mind.

I tried to crane my head up to watch what he was doing, then just about choked as I tracked them moving down, low, lower, emerald eyes settling almost out of sight, and hot breath ghosted over my bared cunt. Oh, so when he said feast he really meant -

“Absolutely delectable~ So unsure, so trusting… Just how far will you let me push you? Where will you draw the line?” I squirmed in place, choking back a whimper as what had to be his tongue flicked out, teasingly trailing through my folds, the pressure too light to be anything but a tease.

“Harley. Harlequin -“ I started, but the sound faded into I high pitched noise, cutting out as sensation stole my voice. His tongue was pressed flat to my clit and vibrated. I had to turn my face into my arm to muffle the noise, trying to jerk my legs together - but he held them easily apart, eyes never leaving my face. It was like I’d grabbed a toy and put it on low and I wasn’t even slightly prepared, whimpering into my upper arm and struggling not to grind against his face.

Fucking bastard - I tried to bite my arm to stay quiet, but one of those tentacles caught my jaw, pulled my face around so I was forced to stare back.

“Ah ah ah, no hiding~” he cooed sadistically. I didn’t need to see to know he wore that sardonic little smile, smirking at my perceived weakness. Two could play, though, and I wasn’t about to roll over so easily. I kept eye contract, then tipped my head down, catching the warm tendril wrapping my jaw unaware, sucking it into my mouth. Instantly, I had to fight back the instinct to gag as the tip danced across my tongue in surprise, a vicious little bolt of pleasure zipping through me as I saw his eyes widen, and heard bitten off curses.

Twining my tongue with the quivering end in my mouth, I sucked hard, a low moan slipping free, muffled and absorbed by the tentacle. Surprisingly, it didn’t taste bad…. And the texture was actually rather nice. Smooth, just enough I could trace the faintest of patterns, somewhat musky and reminding me faintly of woodsmoke.

“Haaaah…. Clever girl,” he breathed, and I appreciated the strain in his voice as I watched those beautiful emerald eyes close, while I sucked on my new gag like a pacifier. I tightly tugged against the grasp of my wrists, but it was more to remind myself the boundary was there than to actually attempt escape. Just knowing my hands weren’t mine was calming and settling in a way I hadn’t expected, and I moaned quietly against the flesh in my mouth as I realized just how much it turned me on.

I swore I could hear him swallow as he breathed out slowly, before I felt his forked tongue trace slowly up and down my slit, erotic in a way I couldn’t put words too. I whined softly, hips shifting even as I tried to stay still, hips jerking as a sharply tipped hand settled over my abdomen, pinning me in place like a trapped butterfly.

The retaliation for my brief upper hand was tortuous. His tongue settled into a slow, deliberate grind against my clit, and I strained in my bonds, unsure if I wanted to arch away or into the sensation, toes curling as his lips pursed around my clit, sucking - slowly, then increasing the pressure. Held down, I couldn’t even writhe against the feeling of something sliding smoothly through the fresh mess between my thighs, testing and finding no resistance.

“So defenseless like this… vulnerable, decadent. I’m going to ruin you,” the words had me trying to squirm more, but not out of fear - disagreement. Just to emphasize the point, I pinned the strange textures appendage against the roof of my mouth, teeth barely pressing to it. This time, I was sure I heard a sharp “Fuck!”

But maybe it was my own voice, because the tendril teasing my core had slid in slowly, gliding deep and rubbing against every ridge and inch it passed, the thin tip rapidly gaining girth as it shallowly rocked only a few inches forwards. I wasn’t exactly sure when I had lost my makeshift gag, but I realized the high pitched noise I was hearing was myself.

“Fuck, oh, Harley, more, please -“ I barely recognized my own voice, but I agreed with everything it said. Back on solid footing, I heard his confident chuckle - more accurately, felt it against my folds. His tongue lolled out again, tracing light patterns - I almost swore he was spelling, but at this point even if it was in English I wouldn’t be able to comprehend it.

The curling tip of the tentacle compressed as more followed, and it curled around itself - the strangest and hottest sensation I’d ever felt. I would have howled, but my gag was back, silencing me against the onslaught of sensations as I was fucked and eaten out, pressure building in my core as I desperately tried to rock against his mouth, keening.

I didn’t even have time to be self conscious or shy. The tip rubbing inside me slid deeper and flicked lightly against my cervix, and I almost jolted off the table - actually managing to free my hips a few millimeters before my bonds tightened again, jerking me back into the table. I wasn’t sure exactly when I’d closed my eyes or started crying, but I felt a finger trace lightly along my jaw, and when I blinked I saw the blurry verdant gaze peering down at me, even as the tendril rocked lazily in and out.

“Please don’t stop,” I whispered, vice hoarse and low, suddenly terrified he would see and be disgusted with my crying like a baby. It was quiet and still for a moment, stomach dropping like a free fall rollercoaster, before he leaned down, and his tongue trailed lightly along my cheek, following the wet line up to the corner of my eye. It almost tickled, and my breath hitched slightly, the relief almost as dizzying as the tightly wound coil in my stomach.

Leaning back, I could feel his eyes raking over me, the tentacles plucking at my nipples and making me whimper as he made an appreciative hum. “Already so wet… See, that Pierrot could never do this to you. But I can.”

“Ha-arleh-“ I croaked, not even sure what I was asking for, throat tight. I didn’t get far before my mouth was otherwise occupied - soft, warm lips covered my own, startling me into stillness. Slowly, skillfully, he coaxed me into kissing back, and I settled, attention focusing on my mouth, whimpering softly as he ran the pads of his fingers over my hips, tips of the tendrils back to teasing pattern across my breasts, rocking shallowly into me. I felt hot all over, skin too sensitive, every slight movement a live wire to my mind

When I finally had to break away for breath, he went back to licking at the tear tracks along my face. I shifted, trying to buck into him, twisting in my bonds to try and hook my legs around his waist.

“Ah ah ah,” he murmured softly, shifting away, and I whined at the loss, wrists tugging sharply as I tried to follow, fresh tears spilling as I was left empty, core throbbing. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. So needy, aren’t you? Greedy for me…”

I make some noise he must have interpreted as yes - and I’d meant it that way - before I was being tugged forwards and flipped, feet back on the ground although they did little to hold my weight. I all but fell against the table, barely registering the crash as whatever was on it was knocked to the ground.

My breasts pressed into the wood, warmed from where I had been sitting, and the back of my dress was flipped up. I jerked with a yelp as something cracked across my ass, the brief fire of the sting fading quickly, the painful burn of the mark seeming to burrow deep inside me and add to the arousal I had already. I heard him laugh as I clenched on nothing again, thighs slapping together with a quiet, sticky noise. I wasn’t allowed to keep them like that long before they were pulled apart again, and a heavy hand settled on the nape of my neck as he moved into the newly empty space once more.

I heard his surprised inhale as I keened, arching back into the sharp lines of his fingers, digging them deeper into my neck - and the low laugh, as he lightly drug his nails along the soft, sensitive skin there, amused as I desperately tried to grind into the table. But it was the wrong height for that, and I was cushioned too far from it by the vines.

“Harley,” I whined desperately. “Please -“ he didn’t bother shushing me, I just found my mouth filled by a thick tentacle. His free hand was lightly tracing the very top of his claws along my back, and the featherlight pressure had me squirming, goosebumps training in the wake of his exploration. I could feel the puddle of my own arousal against my stomach, cool and sticky from where I had been sitting moments ago, and the twining of his “‘ropes’ along my limbs.

One claw slid along the ridges of my spine, tracing each vertebrae as he ground into me, featherlight preside tracing the shape of my lips - the tentacle at my mouth demanding entrance. The little noises I was embarrassed to admit I hadn’t even realized I’d been making were silenced as I had to stretch my jaw to fit the tentacle, struggling hard not to choke. It slid deeper than the first, forcing my tongue to lay flat and leaving a faint ache in my face. I sucked helplessly on the tentacle, tongue tracing the faint texture there, unskilled but doing my best to suck it off like it was his cock.

“So pretty~ So very compliant too. Tell me, did you imagine this when I had you backed against my tent?” His voice breathed out by my ear, and although I hadn’t before, I damn well imagined it now. Imagined him pressing me to the canvas wall that same night we had met, looming over me, pressing closer even as I had tried to come up with an excuse for how red I’d gotten - I was startled out of my fantasy of his body as the real thing pressed impossibly closer to me. Leaning down, his chest was pressed into my back, covering my body with his - the shape felt strange, knobby protrusions brushing against my sides, and his skin was rough and slightly cold - I shivered, and he just pressed himself more firmly. The weight was grounding, his light scent enveloping me in a way that had me compliantly arching back against him, wondering if I’d smell like his cologne by the time I left this tent.

Something not so cold, however, was the cock dragging through my slit. When I settled, he began to rock his hips slowly, building a slow rhythm I was swept into. Each teasing thrust had the head of brushing across my clit, and each time it sent a burst of pleasure up my spine that had me jerking - away, towards, I didn’t even know anymore. I couldn’t see in the dark, but the colorful explosions behind my eyelids made up enough for that.

The sensations were overwhelming - every inch of skin was on fire, so many places being touch, teased, stimulated, I couldn’t keep track. I whined around my gag, squirming again, and must have timed it just right because there was a hiss and slew of curses as my movement had a thick, hot tip punch into me. All the air left me in a shocked breath at the size, and I realized why he’d been teasing me so much - fuck, he was larger than anything I’d taken. My eyes watered at the stretch, thighs trembling as I struggled to adjust. Imagining holding myself on him had me moaning loudly, jerking my hips back and trying to take more despite the searing burn.

Sharp nails dug into my sides, lips forming filthy words in another language against my skin as Harlequin ghosted tongue and teeth along my shoulder blade, pausing only to bite down. I briefly wondered how many hickies I’d have, but I didn’t care, I wanted to be marked, clenching slightly at the thought - and moaning in unison with Harley as the motion had him rocking forwards slightly, another thick inch slipping inside me.

I didn’t exactly have experience, but I could tell something was strange - the tip felt pointed instead of flared, and although I’d read about feeling veins, there almost seemed to be - some sort of texture, like little round ridges as he rocked in slowly. But I wasn’t about to complain as he shifted slightly, and the rounded end ground unerringly across my walls, brain lighting up in pleasure.

“Haaahheeeeh,” I whined, actually managing the semblance of his name around my gag, shuddering as it began to slowly rock itself against my tongue in a mimicry of what he was doing below. I only redoubled my efforts, almost choking as I tried to take it deeper.

He growled something that could have been my name, or a swear, or even just a sound of pleasure - and then I screamed as he rocked forwards, several inches burrowing further, and it felt like if I was standing I could have felt him inside me with a hand on my stomach from how deep he got. “Greedy little human. Fine, you want more of me…. Then take me.”

The tendril around my thigh shifted, pulling a leg up onto the table, and the movement ground me back into him and let him slide somehow deeper. I thought his cock had to be brushing my lungs at this point. But with a yelp of pain from sharp digits digging in to the fat of my hips, I was jerked back - ass clapping into his torso, shrieking soundlessly with no breath as I felt him nestling right up against my womb.

My breathing was ragged, held flat to the desk and pinned under his comforting, crushing weight, even cushioned by my tits, I couldn’t seem to get any air. I was so, so impossibly full. Slowly, the fullness beggar to retreat, and the noise I made was born of pure instinct and loss, fresh tears gathering in my eyes. It was too much, but I wasn’t - I couldn’t be empty -

Letting go of my hips, clawed fingers wrapped around my wrists, pulling my arms behind me, securing them across my lower back. The effect forced my back into a steep arch, all but presenting my chest, and one of those goddamn tentacles slithered up to toy and tug on a nipple, even as his tongue was back, lapping at my face and the tear tracks there again.

“My dear, I’m surprised…. But I won’t say I’m not thrilled by your participation in my games~” I could barely focus on the words as he thrust smoothly against me, tapered top of his cock grinding into my cervix and sending tingling stars through my nerves, up my spine and down my toes and fingertips. “You feel… exquisite. The way your body clings to me…. Sublime.” I clenched at his words, the sound of his faintly breathless and devilish voice another layer upon my arousal, keening softly even as the thick tentacle on my mouth slid free. All I could do was whimper as it pushed my face to the side, saliva cool and slick on my cheek where it pressed before my lips crashed into his seeking, hungry mouth. Sharp teeth nipped at my lip, his tongue snaking into mine when I gasped at another bone shaking thrust, the taste of iron from my bleeding lip another note in the debatcherous symphony he was playing, with my body his instrument.

I tried to rock back in time with his movements, moaning shamelessly into his mouth, tongue twisting with his impossibly long one as we panted together, wrists slightly numb from the position but the faint discomfort only adding a little more clarity to the pleasure. The coil in my abdomen wound tighter, and between hearing his primal growl of approval and one of his coils slithering between my stretched lips to flick my clit, I was done for. I came with a keening wail, body clamping down on him as I shuddered and writhed, held still only by his weight across my back. He snarled in my ear - fucking hot, I thought deliriously, as he sped up, hips pistoning into me, the strange texture dragging roughly against my insides and prolonging the ecstasy I was in.

He came with a low hiss, burying himself as deeply as he could, tip snuggly pressed to my cervix, tongue flicking lightly against my face as I struggled to come down from the high, barely able to feel my body through the glowing warmth my orgasm gave me.

I felt cum drooling out of me, but honestly couldn’t care. Everything between my legs throbbed, damp and went, and I was too busy trying to catch my breath as I was gently lowered back to the table, the grip on my wrists loosening. I whined softly, instantly feeling the loss of him as I clenched hard, earning another quiet hiss while I tried to keep him from leaving.

Soundless whimpers accompanied his slow withdrawal, even as I clenched as hard as I could. I felt horribly empty, now.

“It looks like you’re making a mess, my dear~ Let me help you with that.” Sharp fingers traced lightly over my lower lips, making me jerk, as something pressed to my slack hole. I squealed as dry fabric was slowly shoved forwards, stoppering the dripping of cum, and I clenched on reflex. “It’s not nice to refuse gifts, dear. Relax.” Surprisingly, the clawed hand setting on my back did have me relaxing even as the fabric was pushed in further, uncomfortably dry on its own, soaking up the slick that coated my thighs and groin.

I was pulled up, swaying and almost collapsing as my legs were forced to bear my weight, blinking at the sparkling emerald eyes that stared me down. Somehow, he’d replaced his mask and clothes, and I could barely see the curve of the smirk he wore as I clenched on what had to be my own panties in my cunt, still throbbing with desire.

“A very enjoyable game, little dove. But I believe you came to see The Pierrot, didn’t you? Best not to keep him waiting~” he patted my ass lightly, and as if on cue, the flap was pulled back, a furious Pierrot in the doorway.