#monster fvcker

You've known Pierrot for so long now yet you still haven't seen his face. The thought popped back up again. His hands, his teeth, his eyes, each part of him too strong, too sharp, too aware. He couldn't be human. But if he wasn't human what could he be? Did such things even exist?

“My Lady?”

You turn to face him, finding him standing in the doorway of your balcony. “Pierrot…Can we talk?” He nodded, sitting on the edge of your bed, his eyes never leaving you. “Have I done something wrong, My Lady?” He asked in that soft raspy voice of his. “No, no I just-” You let out a sigh, taking a moment to collect yourself as an anxious silence filled the space of your bedroom. You took a deep breath.

“You aren’t human, are you?” You asked looking up to meet his gaze. His eyes were wide, the silence of the room became deafening, the only things to be heard was your own breathing and your heart beating rapidly in your chest. “No, I'm not.” He reached out, hand twitching as it hovered over your arm. “Does that…frighten you?” His voice sounded small despite his size. “Should I be frightened?” In a flash he takes both of your hands in his. “No! No, no, no, never, I’d never hurt you.” His eyes portrayed panic and pure desperation. 

You took one hand from his before gently tracing the side of his jaw. “Can I see you? The real you?” He let out a rumbling purr, his eyes fluttering at your gentle touch. “See me?” He swallowed hard. “Do you really want that?” He asked as his free hand brushed a strand of hair from your face. You nod. “Only if you’ll let me.” He stays quiet, pulling you into a tight embrace before burying his face into the space where your neck met your shoulder. You both stayed like that for a long moment before you felt him nod, reluctantly pulling away from you, flicking off the lamp before drawing the shades plunging the room into full darkness.

Your heart pounds in your chest but you ignore it as you pick up on the sound of cloth being discarded. 

“Your heart is beating so fast…” His voice sounded slightly deeper. In the dark you could barely see his silhouette but you could make out three horns crowning his head as he slowly approached. “I'm here My Lady.” His voice was low with…apprehension? Fear? He sat on the edge of the bed reaching out to take your hand. His hand was rough and his nails were sharp. “A-are you sure you want this?”

“Yes.” You gently ran your thumbs over his knuckles as your free hand hovered over the light switch. “Are you ready?” He made a soft hum of agreement before putting his hand over yours and flicking on the lamp, you let out a soft gasp as you took in his form, his pale muscular form was spotted with dark markings and scars, his shoulders decorated with fur and soft quills, and his face had dark markings covering his forehead and down his nose, his golden eyes were wide watching your reactions intensely.

“You're beautiful.” 

You barely got the words out before he pulls you into a tight embrace kissing you like it would be his last. You can feel his tears dampen your cheeks. “My love, My Lady, your kindness never fails to make me want to curl into your chest inside your rib cage as close to your heart as possible.” His voice thick with adoration on the border of pure worship as he kissed down your jaw and nuzzled into the hollow of your neck, allowing you to caress his horns bringing out a soft groan from him. “Do you really think so? Do you really find me attractive?” He asked, needing to hear it again so he knew he didn't just imagine it. 

“Of course I do.” You reassured pulling back some to see his face. “Beautiful Boy.” You kiss his forehead wiping the tears from his face before straddling his lap. “M-My Lady…” He blushed a deep red as his hands twitched over your hips. “Do you want me to show you just how attractive I find you?” You teased as he nodded, panting heavily. You guided his hand down until you slipped his hand underneath your nightgown, pressing his hand to your damp panties. He let out a low growl before gently curling his fingers, being mindful of his sharp nails. “P-Pierrot…” Your back arched with a soft moan. “You're so soft and warm, My Lady.” He increased the pressure causing you to squirm in his lap. “Please, My Lady, I need you, so, so much.” You nodded panting softly.

With your expressed permission he used his nails to gently slice away the fabric of your panties before fumbling with the buttons of his pants freeing his cock pressing it against your entrance. “Are you ready, My Lady?” You answered by rolling your hips drawing out a deep groan from him causing him to grip your waist to restrain himself before slowly lowering you down on his cock. “You feel so good, so warm and tight.” He moaned as he started to thrust. You hugged his neck bringing him into a bruising kiss, his tongue instantly overpowering your own, moving without rhyme or rhythm to taste every inch of your mouth. “My Lady…” He growled his grip tightening on your hips. “Please let me fill you up, let me make you feel good.” His hips bucked against yours in fast sporadic thrusts.

“Pierrot, oh god give it to me.” Your nails rake down his back as he bottoms out, sending you over the edge as he fills you with his hot cum. “My Lady, I love you, I love you so, so, so much.” He pulls you into a tight embrace holding you like that for a long moment before he slowly maneuvers down to lay down with you on his chest, his cock still buried inside you. 

“I love you Pretty Boy.” You press a soft kiss to his collarbone.

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