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Content Description: Pierrot offers you a gift that comes with quiet the surprise ♡
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It’d been at least a week since you’d met Pierrot on your way to work, being scorned by a man who seemed to think he was a demon walking in human form. You’d scorned him back and cared for Pierrot, unknowingly brushing his ego in the process and carving your way into the part of his heart that did far more longing than you could’ve ever possibly conceived.
He’d sought you out shortly after that meeting, making quite the entrance as he broke the tense atmosphere at your workplace. The townsfolk weren’t happy about the lingering circus these days, they were never particularly enthused from the beginning but it was beginning to seem like the circus was becoming a permanent fixture. There was talk of how they manage to keep the place open as almost everyone had gone, there were questions of why they’d picked this town in the first place.
You knew, at least now as you stood within Pierrot’s tent, that they’d never have answers. He’d gifted you a ticket which you were admittedly excited to accept, after all his stature alone was alluring but the way that he catered to you in conversation placed the cuffs around your wrists. It’d only been about two hours since you’d arrived but more odd things, unexplainable odd things, had taken place within that time.
The Ticket Taker’s tent left you disoriented, its mirrors telling disturbing stories that alluded to the beginnings of the circus characters. The Doctor’s tent was overtly domineering, the way that the loomed over you while prodding at your soft body. You’d avoided the Harlequin’s tent altogether, meeting him through his quarrels with Pierrot was enough at the moment. You’d not yet met the Jester, his tent being closed for the evening.
It was Pierrot’s performance that had made the biggest impression, his skillful and fluid motions as the threw knives all around his subject on the board were hypnotic. The final and unexpected blow to her head, blood spattering and seeming all too real, stirred up a hefty level of alarm. Something was telling you, screaming at you to get as far away from him as possible which was incredibly difficult. He’d looked for you in the crowed, your eyes meeting and his curtsy bow intended only for you.
He’d been clingy since you’d intervened on that fateful first day but you really didn’t mind, the attention was actually a nice change of pace from your usual day-to-day. This time was different however, the subject looked familiar but you couldn’t place them. You’d stepped out for air in a fable attempt to kill your overwhelming feelings and it wasn’t hardly any time at all before Pierrot was at your side.
“I’m so happy you could make it, my lady.”, he extended his hand, urging you to lay yours into his own so that he may place a kiss to your knuckles, “Did you enjoy my performance?”
“Of course!”, you answered a bit too quickly, shuffling on your feet uncomfortably, “You did such a great job!”
His extensive height forced you to tilt your head upward to meet his gaze, his eyes sitting in a sultry position as he flickered his amber iris’s across your face in search of what had disturbed you. Even in this short bit of time, he’d come to know that you were terrible at concealing your emotions. He certainly couldn’t deny that he loved toying with you, the way that your wide and innocent eyes looked to him as thought you were awaiting his command drove him mad with need.
“I did a good job?”, he asked rhetorically, silently pleading for you to praise him again.
“Yes, I loved the show Pierrot.”, you continued to stroke his ego, trying to ease your nerves in the process, “The way that you threw the blades was… amazing. It looked so real!”
He silently chuckled in response, the bells of his hat jingling with enthusiasm along with him.
“I brought you something…”, Pierrot reached into his pocket to reveal a perfect candy apple in black and packaging, “A gift for my lady.”
“Thank you.”, your hands reached up to take the treat from his own, “It looks so good!”
“Take a bite, tell me how it tastes.”, Pierrot lent up against the side of his tent, shielding you from anyone who might intrude on this moment.
The candy apple was delectable, the apple being perfectly ripe and the candy coating complimenting its natural flavor. You’d gotten several bites in, still casually chatting with Pierrot about your circus experiences thus far, when you began to feel off. Your thoughts felt fuzzy, your body warm and suddenly heavy. Pierrot leaned down and snaked an arm around your waist, supporting your weight against his body.
“Something’s wrong… with me…”, you slurred your words, the apple falling from your hands as you had no choice but to grip Pierrot’s costume for support.
Your consciousness was fading and fast, your head spinning and his slid another arm under your legs and hoisted you in his grasp.
“Pierrot…”, you whined, a bit afraid due to the sudden waves of euphoric tingling spreading across your body.
“Shhh (Y/N).”, Pierrot cooed as he made his way to his own chambers within the recesses of the tent, “You’re safe, I’ve got you.”
His words were the last thing you could remember upon waking, your body still felt heavy and the very low lighting of the room didn’t give way to any clues to where you were. Instinctively, you brought your hands to rub your eyes but your wrists were bound. The sudden jostling of your body revealed that your ankles were bound as well. If your mind were clear, you’d have put up a much greater fight but you just didn’t have it in you after… whatever had happened.
The sound of bells captured your attention, you craned your neck upward in search of the culprit. Pierrot stood at the end of the bed, absentmindedly massaging your shins and calves as he admired your vulnerable circumstances. His touch felt like fire, you could practically feel yourself becoming wetter with each second that passed.
You turned your head away, embarrassment and arousal causing your cheeks to redden extensively. Pierrot release your ankles from their bindings, massaging away the indents of the metal clasps. You glanced up at him with furrowed brows, your vision somewhat stabilizing within the darkness. His eyes seemed to glow, their much lighter contrast focusing only on you.
“Are you… going to hurt me?”, you asked, the sound of your voice coming out so defeated.
He walked to the side of the bed and lifted your legs to rest across the tops of his thighs. He trailed his hands along your thighs this time, brushing against the fabric bottoms hiding the most intimate part of your body away from him. He placed an open palm between your legs which caused you to flinch, the squirming began when he used his thumb to rub pressured circles over where he assumed your clit would be.
The human female body has always intrigued him but there was something different about you, he wanted you entirely. Pierrot was painfully erect at this point and feelings of lust for his kind were incredibly difficult to satiate.
“Does this hurt, (Y/N)?”, Pierrot asked, studying the beautiful contortions of pleasure as they manifested within your expression.
“N-No-…”, you deer in choked out, needing more but being too embarrassed to express it, “It feels…”
“It feels what?”, Pierrot asked, egging on your torment just a bit longer.
“It feels good, Pierrot.”, you replied, your nipples hardening and showing through the fabric of your shirt.
“That’s right (Y/N), it feels good.”, he affirmed, removing his hand from your lower half to finally expose your skin, “I’d never hurt you, my lady… I’d never let anyone hurt you.”
Your heart felt as thought it might hammer out of your chest, all of your inhibitions were thrown out the window in this moment. You needed him to relieve you of this pressure, this need that was causing you so much discomfort. As he cusped your knees from behind and spread your legs open, trickles of embarrassment tried to make their way in but failed. The candy apple was potent, doing its job to allow you to feel as good as humanly possibly.
Pierrot positioned himself between your legs, his hot breath fanning your wet folds. He was a drooling and blushing mess, grinding himself into the mattress while imagining how you’d taste as you came undone around his tongue. He poised both his fingers on your outer lips, pulling them apart to admire his earlier work. He placed a kiss to your nub, eliciting a heavenly sound from your lips.
His kisses began lasting longer and longer before turning into sucking and licking. Your back arched up from the mattress, your hips rocking into his mouth as he swirled his massive tongue in all the right places. It felt amazing, he felt amazing, Pierrot.
All your mind could focus on was Pierrot and how good he was making you feel. The wet smacking sounds of the room only added to his erotic ministrations, he creaking of the bed signifying that he was fully thrusting his hips again the blankets nearly involuntarily.
“Oh, Pierrot.”, you called out to him as you lingered on that edge, “Please.”
He chuckled against you, pursing his lips around your clit and sucking more methodically to bring you to orgasm. You writhed as he rode out your high, his eyes searing into your flesh and locking in the memory of the moment forever.
He wasn’t ready for things to be over yet and judging by the way that you remained exposed to him, he assumed that you weren’t either. Pierrot circled your entrance with his tongue, sliding in inch by inch. He thrusted the wet muscle at an inhuman pace creating squelching sounds that echoed off the canvas walls.
This went on for several minutes, Pierrot could’ve kept this up for eons. He relished your taste and was thrilled to be this close to you for this amount of time. Your reactions were much more intense than he could’ve ever imagined, the mewls he’d earned from your soft lips only encoring his debauchery further.
“Pierrot, no more!”, you called out to him, teary-eyed and flutter around the girthy base of his sun colored tongue, “It’s so good… feels too good…”
He wavered on denying you mercy but ultimately resided to your pleas. If Pierrot were anything, he was attentive. He’d felt that you were nearing your limit, almost tasting the change in your energy level. He snaked his tongue from your entrance, licking up his mess while purposefully avoiding your most sensitive areas.
He wanted to take you, to sheath himself within your walls and hold you close but it wasn’t quite time for that. Pierrot wanted that next step to be different, this was his way of opening that door for you. He forced himself to refocus, gently replacing your bottoms and freeing your wrists from their binding.
He’d stripped you of any lingering fight, pulling you toward rest against him as you drifted back off to sleep. He massaged your back and raked your hair, playing over the events that had only just transpired.
“Good job, my lady.”, he cooed over your unconscious form, “You’ve done such a great job.”
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