#perriot

Shooting up you squint at the floating glowing hearts. You stand slowly, still very unsure if this is something you should entertain. But your feet seem to have decided for you as you find yourself looking up at the Pierrot yet again. The barrier seemed inadequate when he pressed a hand against the glass. You stare at it like it held all the answers. But upon actually looking? You raised a hand, tracing your pointer finger over his fingers, it was so much bigger than you thought. You slowly press your whole hand against his, comparing the two. Seeing how the tips of your fingers just barely grazed his second knuckle, the claw making it that much longer. 

After staring at his hand for far too long and realizing he has definitely caught you, your hand retreated, glancing at the lock and seriously debating your life choices you risk a glance up. 

He was a lot closer than before, his mask now resting on the glass, eyes still the pulsing hearts, a deep blush covered his cheeks. You could barely make out his open mouth, his panting having fogged up the glass. You should shut the blinds, walk away, try and forget the man…? At your door. But look at him. He wouldn’t hurt you, would he? He sure seemed to hang on every little thing you did. And he claimed that kidnapping was his way of protecting you. Maybe he just had a very twisted way of showing his affection. Your eyes wander towards the bloody rose on your nightstand, long since turned brown but your macabre heart only beats faster.

Fine, it’s not like you’d forgive yourself if you lost this chance. You flick the lock and pull the door open before you could change your mind. Pierrot almost toppled in, barely catching himself before he fell into you. But that did not stop his hands from immediately finding you. One hand on your shoulder, the other curling around your waist.

“My lady, my star, I didn’t mean to interrupt but you just looked so beautiful.”

“I thought I was going to be alone tonight” his eyes shrunk.

“I can leave if thats what you wish-”

“No I didn’t say that. I was just surprised. A little confused, maybe?”

“About what, My Lady? I’ll answer anything you wish”

“I can’t quite decide whether you want to like, eat me, or eat me. Or if I have it all wrong to begin with.” A long pause filled the space between you two. 

“Eat you?” his head tilt made puppies jealous. The longer he thought about it the more conflicted he seemed. 

“Yea, you seem very interested in me, my uh scent? Or at least that's what I gathered from you sniffing me every chance you get…” as your mind tried to supply you with words to ask if you’d survive the experience without actually telling him that you thought he might actually eat you. The joking tilt to your question fizzled out when Pierrot remained silent. 

After a beat longer than you could stand you force out a dry chuckle. Clearly you had gone about this wrong. Maybe it was salvageable? You watched his face slowly start to shift from confusion to intrigue to concern. 

“Do you want me to eat you, My lady?” His rough voice sent shivers straight down your spine and for a moment the question didn’t register. Until it did and your face exploded with color. 

“Well- I uh.. I just meant..uhm I don’t know!” throwing your hands up and then dragging them down your heated face. Taking a couple steps back until your legs hit the mattress, allowing yourself to fall backwards onto the duvet. A groan slipped between your fingers as embarrassment flooded your system. A moment later there was a dip on the bed next to you. Followed by a feather light touch, just a couple fingers circling your wrist. He gently pulled your hand away from your face and you could see how concerned he had become. 

Alright then, it's time to face the music. Your pride now thoroughly ruined, you decide being blunt may be your only salvation. Your doubts about how human he was were gone, there's no way that a human man his age would have struggled so much with those jokes. In that realization lied a hint to your earlier question…would he actually eat you?

“Alright, bad jokes I guess.” You take a deep breath, if he was going to eat you, wouldn’t he have done it when you were drugged and chained in that tent? Right, he would have done it already. With that small bit of hope, you continued. 

“I guess I was trying to ask which of your…imuplses were stronger. Your lust, or your hunger” the last word barely made it past your lips. But he heard them, the second it left you his grip on your wrist tightened. It wasn’t painful but you could feel the tips of his claws pressing into your skin. A sigh left as you glanced down at the glove clad hand, your free hand reaching out for him. Time to face the music. 

“I- I know you’re not human.. That the circus is more than just a show, an act. I think I’ve known for a while.” You pause feeling Pierrot start to shake. Taking a deep breath you look at him, his pupils nothing more than slits, shaking in time with the rest of him.

“I want you anyway. I want it all, the darkness, the possessive glances, the shadows that seem to follow me. I want your hands on me, I want your warmth, your silence, your protection.” another pause. “I want your mark, I want to be yours” 

Watching his face as you spoke was a reward itself. His pupils slowly grew, the shaking slow but never stopped. The longer your list became the heavier his breath seemed to become. Upon mentioning his mark his entire demeanor changed. One moment you were laying on your bed looking up at him, hands interlocked. The next? He was on top of you, knees on either side of your thighs. His hands now laced into yours, pinning you against the mattress. 

“You should not say such things, My Star. I don’t know if I can control myself” the heart shaped pupils tracked every little movement you made, intentional or not. Like a predator who finally, finally has its prey between its teeth. Your earlier thoughts of racing into this too fast are long gone as you whisper your last desire. 

“I want you to take me with you when you go.” Given who you just whispered that to, it could be misconstrued. There are more morbid ways of carrying someone with you, one that the circus seem to be well versed in. You held your breath, this is it. Are you going to be eaten? Or cherished. 

“Truly?” Pierrot was now a hairs breath away from your lips, absolute torture for your touch deprived head. 

“Please.” It came out with a sigh and that was it. He finally closed the distance, the mask he wore still colder than flesh but the heat of his blush had seeped through. In an effort to touch him, you try to pull your hands from his grasp. Instead of releasing your hands he pulled away, pulling a whine from your lips. The sound was almost enough to pull him back in but he had something he needed to say. 

“If I take you with me, you can never come back. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go. My lady please be sure. I will take care of everything, we can find you a job at the circus..and act perhaps or maybe my assistant?”

“The last ‘assistant’ I saw ended up with a blade between their eyes, Pierrot” whilst you didn’t spend nearly enough time thinking about the “murder” that had taken place in his act, you still knew deep in your bones that the fool had been killed. 

Pierrots little furrow returned, along with a tiny frown you wanted to kiss away. 

“I would never hurt you, My Love. I would sooner turn my blade unto myself” He seemed genuinely seemed distraught by the idea. 

“No, I just meant that your acts, along with Jesters’ and Harles’. They all end with some poor fool lying in a pool of blood…” He seemed to realize then that you had put two and two together. You knew they killed people for entertainment, and you were still beneath him pondering roles you could fill. The whole situation filled him with a heat he couldn’t ignore anymore.

“You are truly a rare gem, My Lady. If you wish for a job I shall find you one. Everything you wish, My Love.” At that he lowered his head until his mouth was lined up with your ear, his breath sending delicious little shivers down your spine. His tongue then traced a line up your neck, following your jawline. You could feel his smile grow against your skin. 

“Pierrot-” you whine at him. He’s so slow, n smelt so so good. Every nerve was singing, begging for attention. There was still so much to discuss but it was becoming impossible for you to think about anything other than Pierrot. His long fingers still laced between yours, his body hovering over your own. His heavy breathing in your ear, the now cooling trail he left on your neck. Too much. Not enough. 

“Pierrot please, please just touch me.” it came out whiner than you wanted but it served its purpose as he took a sharp inhale. Seconds later your hands were free as his own raced to tear your shirt apart. Desperate to fulfill a request you made what feels like ages ago. As soon as your skin was exposed he started mouth at your collarbone, his teeth scratching against the delicate skin. 

“My Lady you said you wanted my mark, were you- may I?” his words were starting to slur together, you could feel his drool drippping down your chest. You look down to see his love struck eyes already staring at you. Well, you did ask for it didn’t you? 

“Be honest, how bad will it hurt?” you hoped that was enough of a yes, your nerves choking off the simple word.  You had already decided on receiving it ever since Harle claimed the side of your neck. It had hurt but only for a moment and when Pierrot had seen it yesterday he had asked to cover it but your nerves for the upcoming night had pushed him away. You started to regret that as soon as the words left you but the damage had been done, and Pierrot had bounded off to find the green clown. 

“Oh, my sweet’ I’ll be as gentle as I can…I can finally cover his horrid mark” his voice sounded shaky, like he was holding back but only by a thread. The area was still pretty tender from the still healing mark but he seemed set on covering it. with a sigh you turned your head, allowing him access to the mark. You could hear a quick inhale and then the sharp sting of his teeth penetrated the irritated skin around Harles’ bite. 

As quickly as he had started he retreated. just enough to lave the new wound with his tongue. When he did finally pull back he was licking the last bit of your blood off his teeth. His eyes locked with the mark, high enough that you couldn’t see it yourself without a mirror but you could feel it. He didn’t stare for long, moving on to the other side. One of his massive hands slide from your waist up. He was gentle with the movement, moving up until his claws scratched up the back of your neck. Tangling his fingers in your hair he tilted your head until the expanse of your neck was completely bare to him. 

He took a moment to drag his tongue over his canvas before sinking his teeth in. Once, twice, after each bite he cleaned the mark and planted a single kiss over it. It felt almost like a ritual, the sting, the careful cleaning and sealed with his kiss. It was easy to lose yourself in the pattern. The rush of endorphins makes your head spin. 

With your hands free and mind free of concerns you trace Pierrots’ arms, up to his back, down his spine. Anywhere you could reach. You kept your touch gentle but you could feel him shiver all the same. It dawned on you that he was still clothed.. You were mostly clothed but it still didn’t feel fair. 

“Pierrot” other words felt too far away, but you didn’t need other words with him, did you? 

He paused right before claiming another part of your skin, 

“My dearest? Are you alright?” he was looking up at you now, you hadn’t realized how far down your chest he had gotten. Concern was etched into his face, and you could already see his mind racing. 

“Shirt, your shirt. Off now please?” yea who needed complete sentences anyway. His eyes lit up with the realization but quickly dimmed. He abandoned your chest to sit up, looking down at you.

“My lady, I am not…it might be best for my clothes to remain on.”

Ugh you needed full sentences. “How will I mark you if you’re completely covered?” it was definitely whiny and maybe a tad desperate but it worked. Pierrot immediately set to work on his costume. First his ruff*, as it came off he tossed it over his shoulder.Along with his belt and finally his shirt. He unlaced the front and as it came apart you were blessed with his toned pale torso. It was littered with pale scars, some reminded you of the knives he handled at work. You sat up a little, propping yourself up with one arm behind you. You traced over some of the more troubling scars. 

Thick raised welts, some in sets of 3 or 4, some just standing alone. They looked more like an animal had put them there. You were so focused on studying him that you hadn’t noticed how still he had become. Your eyes traveled down, this was not the time or place to ask him about his scars. Besides there were more uh, pressing matters at hand. Such as the deep v line and silver happy trail leading towards a jaw dropping bulge that you somehow managed to miss before. 

You let your fingers trace down the coarse hair until you reached the waistband, slipping your fingers underneath before looking up at him. You might've broken him, he stared down at you like he was seeing you again for the first time. Maybe he was, you were bare underneath him, littered in his marks and your own hand slipping into his pants. He seemed to be holding his breath, pupils tiny hearts as they jumped all over your figure. Trying to figure out what to do next. 

“You’re breathtaking Pierrot” It came with your exhale, apparently you were also holding your breath. “Stunning, you work so hard.” each word went directly to his dick, you could see it twitch with the praise. Part of you wondered if you could get him off like that, just whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Unraveling him with your words alone, but as tempting as that sounded…

“Pants too?” His head snapped up so fast that the bells on his hat let out their own quick protest. You had wondered about that but when you had attempted to touch it before it resulted in the current situation you’re in. but with pants. That you desperately needed off him. 

His hand came down, a gentle tug that pulled your fingers away. Huffing you took to unbuttoning your own pants, tugging the zipper down, showcasing just a sliver of your underwear. Nothing fancy but he didn't seem to mind. His face exploded with color, both hands now wrapped around your waist as he stared at the fabric. His own fingers decided to slip under the waistband, he glanced up at you as if asking permission. 

“only if yours comes off after” you flicked one of his bells trying to loosen some of the nerves threatening to swallow you whole. It seemed to do the trick as you were pushed back onto the bed. Your pants and underwear were ripped from your body and tossed behind the monster. A small squeal left your lips as you snapped your thighs shut, hands coming down to cover yourself. A silly instinct considering how bare your chest was but oh well. 

“My lady, please dont hide from me, you’re so perfect, so beautiful, so mine” he was panting between his words. He had lowered his head to your tummy, looking up at you with the most pitiful expression. 

“I told you, yours have to come off too” You were pouting but it gave you a moment to gather your strength. He quickly stood and shed everything but his giant hat. 

“Are you going to keep that on when you fuck me?” that was supposed to be an inside thought damnit. He had returned to his place between your legs and tilted his head at you. said hat jingling as if they answered for him. 

“I do not think it is wise for me to remove it, my Dear” 

“Pierrot, I already know you’re not human. You don't have to hide from me.” He pondered your words for a moment before bending over you. His voice sounded deeper when he spoke next.

“Are you sure? My Lady, I’m not sure I can let you go if you run from me” Oh he was being serious wasn't he. You decided that the throb the words gave you wasn't to be thought about and instead nodded up at him with a smile. 

“i’m starting to think you already want me to run” He huffed at you, pouting.

“If you insist My Dear, I will remove it but I did warn you.” his hands shook just enough for you to notice when he pulled the hat free.

It took everything in you not to gasp as 3 shiny black horns came into view. You slid a hand up his torso until your fingers reached the soft hairs on the back of his next. You pulled him closer so you could reach, tracing your free hand over the ridges of an outer horn. He let out a low groan while his entire body shivered.

“Careful, please my Lady.. I am sensitive there”

“Does it hurt?” 

“n-no just…its just” He never finished the sentence, just pushed his hips to yours. slapping a giant reminder of what else he had just revealed to you. Pushing him back slightly you look down at the massive cock now resting on your tummy. 

Your eyes follow the silver trail down to the untamed bush. a thick pale shaft, curved up with bumps lining the bottom. It was almost as long as your forearm and you know that if you wrapped your hand around it, your fingers wouldn’t touch. The fat tip was a light orange, almost gold as you watch a drop of what looked like honey drip out. before you could process what you were doing you swiped the drop up with your thumb before running your tongue over it. Definitely not honey but oddly sweet. like salted caramel with more salt. 

  “Did you just, My lady I-” Oh sweet Pierrot, rather innocent for a monster but it was absolutely adorable. 

“You taste so sweet Pierrot, I could get addicted.” an exaggeration, probably. All the air seemed to rush out of him as he curled in on himself a little. 

“You should not say such things” His voice was shaky but was dripping in something that made your entire body hot. Your own body prepping, dripping down between your thighs. With Pierrot being so close to it, you couldn’t help but hold your breath. He took a long breath in and a second later he had his massive hands prying your thighs apart. 

“My turn~” he all but growled at you. Before you could respond you watched his mask crack open and his long golden tongue slide out. His drool was on your skin before he actually made contact, it pooling a little over the seam. He dragged his tongue over the line, opening you for his attention. The reaction was immediate, the tip starting at your opening and collecting the slick dripping down. He hummed at the taste and he continued dragging his tongue up until it flicked over your clit. Your entire body jolted at the quick movement. 

“Pierrot-  gentle there please” followed by a whimper just fueled him. He circled the tiny bud with the tip of his appendage for a moment, watching you lose your breath. Just as your hand reached down to push, or maybe pull at him? His head moved. A slow trail back down to your dripping entrance before he slipped inside. He pushed deeper until he reached your cervix, letting his obnoxiously long tongue curl up a little before pulling it free. 

“I think I understand now, My lady” 

“U-understand?” Why was he talking? You didn’t take Pierrot to be a tease. 

“You want me to eat you” His tone had turned dark enough to sharpen your focus. 

“Just don’t..hurt me” what else could you have said? His eyes darkened when he realized that you had been hurt just like he had. 

“My lady, you are mine, you will always be mine. I would never hurt you. I will spend every waking moment to prove that to you. I only wish to protect you, to keep you close. So I can watch you, keep all the dangers away. Keep you safe.” His words settled over you like a blanket. He was crazy, but so were you. Fuck it.

“Then eat me” a delirious little giggle followed as Pierrot fell to his knees between your legs. Your knees resting on his shoulders as he pulled you to his mouth. He was big enough that you could feel his teeth resting on the top of your mound as his tongue started fucking into you. He could bite down and take it all in one go, he could do so so much damage. But instead he’s rubbing his tongue over your walls, it was a slow pace until he found a small spongy spot and your back arched up. A small whine left your lips as he focused on the spot. Curling his tongue a little so he could press it up against the spot. Over and over again. 

You hands found purchase in his hair, your hips bucking up into his mouth. You could feel a small ball of heat forming, growing bigger and tighter until it became too much. 

“P-Pierrot im gonna, wait Pier-” As soon as you started speaking he applied a little more pressure and the knot snapped. You hands pulling at him a little as your thighs tried to close. You could feel your walls spasming around him as your vision whited out for a moment. You floated in bliss for who knows how long until the sensations started to become too much. Pulling you back down into your body you started pushing at Pierrots head. 

“Too much, Pierrot please” it took a couple pleas before he let go of your pulsing sex. 

“You taste absolutely divine, My dear.” Pierrot looked drunk on lust, his head now resting on your tummy, looking up at you with complete and utter adoration. You didn’t respond, couldn’t respond. You were still coming down from your high when he stood up, he scooped you up and moved you up until you were laying with your head on your pillows. Once you were situated he moved. Positioning himself between your legs, placing his member on your abdomen, showcasing how deep he would be inside you. 

“You’ll go slow right? You’re so.. I don’t know if I can take all of you” Your concerns were written all over your face. 

“Just tell me to stop and I will My Star, I promise” Your opening was already soaked, between his drool and your cum you would be fine but it was still daunting. His pre was covering him, it was dripping like molasses down his shaft. Part of you(a pretty big part) wanted to lick it up but instead you reached down and pressed his tip against your entrance. 

“Slowly” It was meant to sound stronger than it did, but Pierrot listened anyway. Lightly rocking his hips and applying the slightest hint of pressure. For a little thats how it went, he pushed forward, just enough for your body to give a little then let up before pressing forward a little more. Up until the head pop in and both of you gasped. You had never been stretched this wide before, and now that he was in? You didn’t know if he’d be able to pull back out. But he did try to continue his pattern of push and release. 

But this time he couldn’t pull back at all. His breath caught when he tried again and you legs came around him, pulling him closer. And in turn forcing him deeper inside. The stretch burned just enough to have tears pool, and of course he noticed immediately. Freezing and rushing to wipe your tears away, leaving little kisses all over your face. You’re sure that he’s trying to apologize and the distraction was most welcome but you needed more. You slid a hand down between your bodies and circled your clit with two fingers. Breathing through the tight feeling in your abdomen.  Pierrot pulled away to watch you work, your face slowly relaxing as pleasure took over the stretch. You pulled him a little closer and he slid deeper without the sudden cramping. As if realizing why he swatted your hand away and replaced it with his own. His claw brushing over the hood as the pad of his finger pressed down and started moving in little circles like you had done. 

A sigh left you as you focused on breathing and pulling him deeper. You could feel him leaking inside and for a brief moment you wondered if a baby was a risk, surely not though..right? The thought was tossed aside when you felt Pierrot's bush pressed against you. A deep groan rumbled through Pierrot as he ground his hips, trying to bury himself deeper inside you. You looked down to see the smallest bump right over where he was buried. Without thinking you pressed a hand against it, the pressure pulling a moan out of the beast. And when he looked down and saw the outline of himself inside you? He may have gotten harder, if it were possible. But there was one change that needed to be mentioned.

“Pierrot~ did you just get..thicker?” You had thought you had taken all of him, but with another roll of his hips he managed to bury a little more inside. You tried to sit up a little, needing to see for yourself but Pierrot just pressed you back down. He started rocking his hip, just barely pulling out before pushing back in. He lowered his head, a hand returning to your hair. He pulled your head to the side and after running his tongue up the length of your neck he finally answered you. 

“My Knot, My lady” He said it like it was completely normal. He followed it with a bite, returning to his earlier pattern. Bite, lick, kiss. But the bites were getting a little deeper, his tongue spending just a little longer on the little cuts, multiple little kisses over the mark before moving on. He littered your chest and neck with marks, over your shoulders and you could feel each one thrumming with energy. He latched onto a nipple and his long tongue wrapped around it, flicking over the bud until it was stiff and standing proud before moving onto the next. You were losing your mind over the inhumane pleasure you were feeling. 

The longer he went the faster his hips moved, one hand on your waist, holding you in place as his thrusts started pushing you up the mattress. You had all but lost consciousness. He was stuffing full, more than you thought physically possible but here you were. The bump on your tummy became more prominent with each thrust and your little gasps and moans were only spurring him on. 

“My Lady, My dear, you feel so good, so perfect. My perfect love, all mine” Pierrot started rambling on whilst the knot started to get bigger. Each thrust pushed it further against your opening, he paused there pushing a little. Trying to carve himself a little deeper inside. You couldn’t do anything but take it. The hand buried in your hair started to tighten, his claws grazing the back of your neck sending shivers down your spine. The hand on your waist moved back down to your clit, when did he stop that? Maybe you were further gone than you thought. Your train of thought crashed when he started up with quick little circles, your walls spasmed and you’re sure anyone nearby heard the cry that escaped you. 

Above you Pierrot lost it. Letting go of your hair he grabbed the headboard, the wood splintering under his grip. He watched as you cream over his cock, his hips jerked, pushing pushing until your spasming walls opened enough to allow his knot to pop. All the air from your lungs rushed out when he finally slid home. Letting out what almost sounded like a howl and the knot started swelling. You could feel the heat filling your womb as he came, it was so so hot, spreading warmth throughout your whole body. The bump now solid as his cum filled every bit of space inside you and then some. 

Whining you reached up to try and pull him down into a kiss, the feeling became a little uncomfortable. It took a couple tries as he was locked onto the bump on your tummy. He brought a hand down and pressed on it a little, you let out a little moan and his eyes shot up to your face. 

“Full” was all you offered him. A grin spread across his face. Now that you could take a moment to look at him he was a mess. His hair was sticking out in places from your hands, his heart eyes in full swing. The blush that painted his face crept down his neck, along with a singular track of drool. 

“No one will touch you now, you have my mark, inside and out.” He bent back over you, breathing heavy. 

“Just one more thing, My love” as soon as the words left him he latched onto the space between your neck and collarbone. He bit down, harder than any of his other bites. You couldn’t help but hiss, his tongue was soothing the area inside the bite but the longer he held the further his teeth sunk. You tugged a little on his hair, trying to pull him off but he sank in deeper A flash of fear shot through you, just as you started to panic he pulled away. The wound was deep enough to scar, blood immediately welling up. Pierrot licked it all away, then laid kisses over the mark. He had  blood smeared over his lips when he pulled back. 

“There, this one won’t fade like the others, this one will stay with you” You didn’t know what to say, every inch of you was throbbing. Covered in bites and the pulsing knot still lodged inside was not letting you think properly. Pierrot seemed content though, he slowly moved the two of you until you were laying on top of him. He pulled the covers over your conjoined bodies and pressed you closer to him. 

The two of you laid there like that for a while, catching your breath and just feeling him inside you. 

“Pierrot? When will it uh, when will it go down?” it had been at least 15 minutes and you were still locked together. You didn’t mind being this close to him but the pool of cum sitting inside you was becoming uncomfortable, with you on your stomach and all. 

“It will stay until you are bred” another statement delivered like it was normal, but when you looked up he was panting, surly imagining you swollen with his child. 

“Can I even? You know, since were not really the same?” you whispered the last part, not wanting to say it at all. 

“I don’t know, but I won’t stop until you are.” As hot as that sounded, it also sounded like a threat. You heaved a sigh and tried to tug yourself free. If he was going to keep you like this for a while, at least you could shower right? The two of you were covered in sweat, tears, cum and blood. The knot gave just enough to give you hope but it was too big to pull free without pain. Pierrot whimpered underneath you, his hands pulling you back down onto him.

“I just want to shower, My love. We both need to.” He just stared at you with those pleading eyes. You just rolled yours. “You can fill me again after a shower and some food… and maybe a nap” there was a deep ache that started to settle over your bones. How late was it? It was already dark when Pierrot arrived. You looked behind you to see the sun peaking out. Well… at least you had today off. 

You looked back down at him to see him pouting, but his knot did seem to go down some. Maybe it was like an erection, non-sexy things to make it go down. Whatever, you tried to lift your hips again, the knot slipping a little further out. As the widest part caught at the rim you whined. Pierrot tried to push you back down but you held strong. 

“No no it’s ok, just hold on” Your legs shook as you tried to hold still while your body struggled to let go. With one finally push upwards you were free. You fell forward, Pierrot slipping out of your abused hole, his cum slowly following suit. 

Pierrot got up then, picking you up and placing you back on the bed for a moment. 

“I’ll start a bath for us, My lady” 

As you watched his form disappear in the bathroom you felt just how much he came, it was pooling between your thighs. At the risk of your bedsheets you spread your thighs to see creamy gold tinged strings connecting your thighs. Thick and sticky, and pooling onto your sheets. That was definitely going to stain. You watched it dripped and a thought occurred then, before you could talk yourself out of it, you ran your finger over your thigh, collecting some before sucking it clean. Like his pre, it was sweet but this had a more heady taste. Almost intoxicating. A groan came from the doorway and your head shot up. 

There Pierrot stood, having watched you taste his spend for the second time this evening. The embarrassment flooded your face but you offered no explanation. In fact, just for kicks. You swiped two fingers through it again. Taking your time with licking them clean, maintaining eye contact with the clown. For a moment he just stood there, watching like it was the most important thing in this world. Whilst it was fun to mess with him, as you chuckled you felt another rush of cum exit. It was definitely time for a bath. 

You made a move to stand and Pierrot rushed over, sweeping you up into his arms before carrying you into the bathroom. He set you down on the counter and took a wet cloth and started wiping at the sticky cum that was starting to dry on your skin. He was gentle with his movements but when he reached your opening you still hissed at the contact. 

“I am sorry, My lady. I did not mean to hurt you” You could see the guilt start to wash over his face.

“No, I’m just sensitive, and cold. Can we get in now?” the tub was already filled with steaming water, he must have found your bubble soap bc the tub had mountains of the lavender smelling suds. Next to it was a small plate, it had crackers, some grapes and water. You tried to snatch the bottle while he carried you over to the tub but Pierrot was too tall so you settled for waiting. He slowly stepped into the tub with you still in his arms. 

The water was hot enough to sooth the ache and when Pierrot settled behind you and grabbed the bottle you had reached for you decided you didn’t need bones anymore. You melted into Pierrots chest as he held the bottle to your lips. You took it from him then. When you handed it back he replaced it with a grape. Feeding you whilst whispering little praises in your ear. Promises to keep you safe, to love you. Feeling completely safe, warm and cared for in his arms you decided to trust that. Whatever happened, he’d never hurt you.