synopsis: One of the most important conferences of the year is about to be held at the Fatui HQ. Yet the head of their intelligence network is nowhere to be found.
cw: transfem!arlecchino, blowjob, cum swallowing, mating press, breeding
word count: 2.3k
"Tartaglia. Where is Arlecchino?" Pierro barked at his youngest Harbinger and gestured with a nod to the empty seat. "One of the most important conferences of the year is about to start and our diplomat is nowhere to be found." To say that the Jester was furious was an understatement. Arlecchino was crucial to the conference as the head of their intelligence-network. Her intel will be detrimental to the outcome.
"…Why are you asking me that? Her wife's office is three rooms down the hall?" Childe was more irritated by the fact that Pierro would come to him for that matter than the fact that his colleague was still absent two minutes before start.
"Her office is also empty, which is the lesser surprise of the two. Fridays are her days off." It was Pulcinella who chimed into the conversation, eyes narrowed at the pocket watch in his hand. "Arlecchino always arrives at least 30 minutes prior to the actual start of any diplomatic meeting to prepare everything beforehand. If she is not here now, I assure you that she won't show up later." With two gloved fingers the Rooster stroke along his grey mustache, only earning himself a glare from his superior.
"Then where is she." Whispers were already starting to set in as more and more participants started to notice whose place seemed to stay empty.
A missing Arlecchino equaled a fire hazard within a forest.
"Like I already said, we don't know. Her office is locked and nobody answered her residence when we sent someone over. The children seem to be out of the house."
Frustrated, Pierro pinched the bridge of his nose as he thought of a way to still salvage the upcoming disaster.
"I could jump in for her—"
"You are a diplomatic disaster, Ajax. We have a better chance if you keep your mouth shut for the next three hours." Pierro snapped and pointed at Childe's seat which he only took with an annoyed grumble.
"So? What are we going to do?"
"Send someone to fetch Signora." Pierro's hand rested on the back of his, ready to pull it out so he can take his seat, "and send out multiple agents to look for her." His voice suddenly dropped to a whisper as he leaned significantly down to Pulcinella's pointed ear. "I highly doubt it but we may have to deal with an abduction or worse."
"Mh…. that's it… good girl…" she breathed out. A charcoal fist tangled into your hair as she guided you back and forth over her throbbing cock.
The air was laced with something carnal. Desire flared up in Arlecchino's veins like a rapid fire as you swirled your tongue around her sensitive cock head.
Of course the Knave was nowhere to be found this morning. She hasn't even left the privacy of her bedroom.
But she fully intended to. A new tailored suit. Neatly slicked back hair that highlight her sharp facial features. Your favorite perfume on her neck.
And her dick inside your throat. Her pants merely shoved down enough to free her sex.
Just how was she supposed to leave for a dire, boresome meeting when her wife was still laying in bed, the straps of her gown anywhere but her shoulders, slightly exposing the right nipple to her eyes. And those sleepy eyes. Drowned with love and adoration for her. Gentle hands coming up to cup her face as she pressed a soft kiss to your lips, Arlecchino was already fighting her inner demons.
That was until a mumbled plea for her to stay left your lips. Your hand abandoning her cheek to undo the metal hairclip that's been keeping her hair neatly together.
Conference? What conference? The only meeting she needs to hold is the one where her hands hastily unbuckle the belt on her pants while your fingers sneak the zipper down.
Pierro will be furious with her. Especially after she "accidentally" overheard the faint knocking on the front door of the Hearth. Yet, there wasn't even a child to answer the door for them. Not when the opera was premiering their new drama this morning. It almost felt like everything was screaming at her to fuck her wife.
"Don't be too greedy, you'll choke." Her voice was stern, shaking slightly with the hints of ecstasy from watching her dick disappear inside your throat. She had to slow you down by your hair a few times now.
You only obliged with a slightly annoyed grumble. Archons forbid you want to please your spouse in the morning. But you just couldn't resist when you watched her get dressed for the occasion.
The way she had to tug her pants over the bulge in her boxers, her tits getting slightly pushed up when she put on her bra, the fabric of the shirt moving around her biceps, or how she concentrated while closing up the cufflinks on her wrists. Your panties were already sticking to your lower lips by the time she wanted to bid you goodbye.
Not on your watch.
The Harbinger nibbled on her lower lip and her throat visibly moved when she swallowed whatever drool she was accumulating in her mouth.
She should pull you back. Fix her pants , wipe the precum from the corner of your mouth and make her way to that goddamn meeting for good.
But for what reason was she blessed with a free will if she can't even choose to enjoy this?
"You'll swallow me, right?" She cooed, letting her hand gently comb back your hair from forehead, forcing a shiver down your spine at the sensation of her sharp nails scratching over your scalp.
And just when you wanted to hollow out your cheeks— She came. Her orgasm as controlled as the rest of her and accompanied by a low, lustrous groan when you felt the cum ooze out of the tip that's now resting on your tongue.
"Swallow." Her cursed hand lightly tapped your cheek when you frowned at the salty taste spreading out in your mouth. "What, don't like the taste?" Your husband arched an eyebrow as you shock your head and looked for something to spit it in before she let out a sigh and pulled the rest of her dick out of your mouth entirely.
"Always such a hassle."
You didn't grasp her intent fast enough when she leaned down, a hand grabbing you by the chin when she laid her lips onto yours. Then you felt her tongue nudge your lips before you felt something hot collapse between your legs and parted them almost with a moan.
And then she swallowed her own juice.
Such a simple gesture, yet you had pressed your legs together to momentarily soothe the painful ache between them when she didn't stop at emptying your mouth.
While Arlecchino was standing before the bed the entire time, you were on your hands and knees before her. But not anymore. With her hands underneath yours armpits she holstered you up and onto your back. Moving like some feral animal in heat with the way she spread your legs for her.
She will in fact die in the most painful, gruesome way if her cock isn't buried inside of you within the next 30 seconds.
Her mouth swallowed up your whimper when she tugged your underwear aside, smiling into the kiss as she is met with the pool of slick underneath your bush.
Then two fingers found their way inside. Giving your clenching insides a few experimental stretches and curls that have your crying out against her lips.
Gods, you needed some fucking air.
But you needed her more.
Your lips were a sticky, swollen mess when she did break off that kiss for good to successfully guide her still hard dick to your hole. Your breathing was ragged, sweat clung to your skin as your heart raced with enough adrenaline to come just by looking at her long enough.
"Please—” A desperate moan ripped through the bedroom as you felt the tip push inside. Arle's hand curling up in the sheets next to you as her teeth grit together at the sensation of your tight walls bearing down around her the further she slipped in.
Her mind was blank. The layers of her suit suddenly way too much for the heat she produced as your legs came up behind her back to lock them and then she shoved the rest of herself inside with a sharp, heavy thrust. Both of you gasped, her face pressed into your neck when her free hand shoved itself underneath your ass to lift your abdomen up, making the angle easier for her before she slightly pulled back only to slam back into your cunt. Your fingers tangled into the hair on the back of her head and the chandelier above your bed started to disappear when your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your husband started to pick up her pace.
And thank the gods there were no children present in the house.
Both of you couldn't help it. Each dive back into you felt like she was pushing you closer to heavens gates. Arlecchino felt no different. Drooling with an open mouth against the curve of your neck and shoulder and for once she didn't care enough to silence herself. Even the hand on your ass didn't last long before letting you fully back down with your husband now letting her weight press you into the mattress as she exchanged her fast pace for slow, mind-blowing thrusts.
"So fuckin' good…" She slurs out barely coherent as the filthy, creamy sounds from your joined abdomens was all you could focus on. Arle never understood people getting addicted to alcohol and other drugs, but this? This shit was hitting her like raw crack.
"-lease… 'please come inside—" With half a mind you pressed your lips to her forehead, the air getting fucked out of your lungs each time she grinds herself back into your right warmth before she licks her way from your jaw up to your mouth to catch your lips in a greedy, voracious kiss. The instance almost makes your heart implode when she pushes you over the edge as her hands remove the leg lock behind her back to push your legs all the way up to your chest instead. Accomplishing a new type of depth inside your sensitive walls as you grip her with your orgasm. Shaking with the adrenaline of your high as the tears swell up in your eyes when you feel her pulling out of you.
"N-No—"
What if she leaves now—
What if she doesn't come inside you today—
She stood silent as you watched her merely shoving down her pants completely and take off the jacket of her suit. "Filthy thing."
If even possible, your face flushed with an even hotter sensation as she bend back down to you. "I just thought you…"
"Would leave you without stuffing you with my cum?"
Bullseye.
"Get on your side." Arlecchino ignored her own heart that was threatening to give out as she watched you turn with a slight groan. That blush on your face only made her want to breed the living daylights out of you. Her bare foot slipped out of the pants on the floor as she placed her knee on the mattress, right next to the leg you pulled up to your chest to give her enough room.
"Such a pretty girl…" she whispers more to herself as her thumb spreads apart your hairy, dripping folds and it doesn't take her more than a few seconds before she is diving back into you. You mewl as you finally find her back inside you, hand coming down to spread apart your ass cheeks so she may slide easier into you.
With her hands supporting herself on each side of your head, she slowly bends down when her cock is buried up to the balls inside your sweet cunt, her lips parting in a soft threat. "Whatever I will pump inside of you now, I want it to stay inside until I come back home. Understood?" Her hair slightly tickles your face as your look through half-lidded eyes up at your spouse. And you nod.
"Good girl."
"A swollen belly would suit you perfectly."
"Almost two whole hours too late. We almost lost to the worst possible conditions and all you have to say is that traffic was holding you up?!" Pierro's voice beamed with anger through the throne room of Zapolyarny Palace. Next to him on her throne, Anastasya— her Majesty. She had stayed quiet until now, the ice in her eyes indifferent to Arlecchino's lack of remorse.
"I checked personally with the guards stationed in town. There was not a single sign of even the slightest traffic before you arrived. So I'm asking you again. What were you up to that caused you to miss half of this meeting."
She knew traffic was a weak defense. But the truth is, there was not even a single excuse that could somehow warrant the internal chaos she caused today. So the Knave stayed quiet.
"I hope we don't have to deal with a case of treason, Arlecchino." Her name was suddenly starting to sound like venom on his tongue.
Getting accused of the highest form of betrayal just because she decided to have sex instead of doing her job. We have reached new lows.
And thus, Peruere was left with no other choice.
"You're right. Traffic wasn't the reason for my late arrival. I was reproducing with my wife."
"Dismissed." It was the Tsaritsa's voice that now echoed through the hall. Yet, her indifference was replaced with something similar to… respect? She waved her subordinate off as Pierro was still at a loss for words.
"Thank you, your Highness." With a low bow, Arlecchino finally managed to leave the lions den unscathed. On her way out she only the last bits of her words.
I feel like I’m loosing my damn mind why does my 200 word insanity thirsts get like FOUR TIMES the amount of likes while the actual crack gets like 150 AT MOST WHAT IS HAPPENING
synopsis: One of the most important conferences of the year is about to be held at the Fatui HQ. Yet the head of their intelligence network is nowhere to be found.
cw: transfem!arlecchino, blowjob, cum swallowing, mating press, breeding
word count: 2.3k
"Tartaglia. Where is Arlecchino?" Pierro barked at his youngest Harbinger and gestured with a nod to the empty seat. "One of the most important conferences of the year is about to start and our diplomat is nowhere to be found." To say that the Jester was furious was an understatement. Arlecchino was crucial to the conference as the head of their intelligence-network. Her intel will be detrimental to the outcome.
"…Why are you asking me that? Her wife's office is three rooms down the hall?" Childe was more irritated by the fact that Pierro would come to him for that matter than the fact that his colleague was still absent two minutes before start.
"Her office is also empty, which is the lesser surprise of the two. Fridays are her days off." It was Pulcinella who chimed into the conversation, eyes narrowed at the pocket watch in his hand. "Arlecchino always arrives at least 30 minutes prior to the actual start of any diplomatic meeting to prepare everything beforehand. If she is not here now, I assure you that she won't show up later." With two gloved fingers the Rooster stroke along his grey mustache, only earning himself a glare from his superior.
"Then where is she." Whispers were already starting to set in as more and more participants started to notice whose place seemed to stay empty.
A missing Arlecchino equaled a fire hazard within a forest.
"Like I already said, we don't know. Her office is locked and nobody answered her residence when we sent someone over. The children seem to be out of the house."
Frustrated, Pierro pinched the bridge of his nose as he thought of a way to still salvage the upcoming disaster.
"I could jump in for her—"
"You are a diplomatic disaster, Ajax. We have a better chance if you keep your mouth shut for the next three hours." Pierro snapped and pointed at Childe's seat which he only took with an annoyed grumble.
"So? What are we going to do?"
"Send someone to fetch Signora." Pierro's hand rested on the back of his, ready to pull it out so he can take his seat, "and send out multiple agents to look for her." His voice suddenly dropped to a whisper as he leaned significantly down to Pulcinella's pointed ear. "I highly doubt it but we may have to deal with an abduction or worse."
"Mh…. that's it… good girl…" she breathed out. A charcoal fist tangled into your hair as she guided you back and forth over her throbbing cock.
The air was laced with something carnal. Desire flared up in Arlecchino's veins like a rapid fire as you swirled your tongue around her sensitive cock head.
Of course the Knave was nowhere to be found this morning. She hasn't even left the privacy of her bedroom.
But she fully intended to. A new tailored suit. Neatly slicked back hair that highlight her sharp facial features. Your favorite perfume on her neck.
And her dick inside your throat. Her pants merely shoved down enough to free her sex.
Just how was she supposed to leave for a dire, boresome meeting when her wife was still laying in bed, the straps of her gown anywhere but her shoulders, slightly exposing the right nipple to her eyes. And those sleepy eyes. Drowned with love and adoration for her. Gentle hands coming up to cup her face as she pressed a soft kiss to your lips, Arlecchino was already fighting her inner demons.
That was until a mumbled plea for her to stay left your lips. Your hand abandoning her cheek to undo the metal hairclip that's been keeping her hair neatly together.
Conference? What conference? The only meeting she needs to hold is the one where her hands hastily unbuckle the belt on her pants while your fingers sneak the zipper down.
Pierro will be furious with her. Especially after she "accidentally" overheard the faint knocking on the front door of the Hearth. Yet, there wasn't even a child to answer the door for them. Not when the opera was premiering their new drama this morning. It almost felt like everything was screaming at her to fuck her wife.
"Don't be too greedy, you'll choke." Her voice was stern, shaking slightly with the hints of ecstasy from watching her dick disappear inside your throat. She had to slow you down by your hair a few times now.
You only obliged with a slightly annoyed grumble. Archons forbid you want to please your spouse in the morning. But you just couldn't resist when you watched her get dressed for the occasion.
The way she had to tug her pants over the bulge in her boxers, her tits getting slightly pushed up when she put on her bra, the fabric of the shirt moving around her biceps, or how she concentrated while closing up the cufflinks on her wrists. Your panties were already sticking to your lower lips by the time she wanted to bid you goodbye.
Not on your watch.
The Harbinger nibbled on her lower lip and her throat visibly moved when she swallowed whatever drool she was accumulating in her mouth.
She should pull you back. Fix her pants , wipe the precum from the corner of your mouth and make her way to that goddamn meeting for good.
But for what reason was she blessed with a free will if she can't even choose to enjoy this?
"You'll swallow me, right?" She cooed, letting her hand gently comb back your hair from forehead, forcing a shiver down your spine at the sensation of her sharp nails scratching over your scalp.
And just when you wanted to hollow out your cheeks— She came. Her orgasm as controlled as the rest of her and accompanied by a low, lustrous groan when you felt the cum ooze out of the tip that's now resting on your tongue.
"Swallow." Her cursed hand lightly tapped your cheek when you frowned at the salty taste spreading out in your mouth. "What, don't like the taste?" Your husband arched an eyebrow as you shock your head and looked for something to spit it in before she let out a sigh and pulled the rest of her dick out of your mouth entirely.
"Always such a hassle."
You didn't grasp her intent fast enough when she leaned down, a hand grabbing you by the chin when she laid her lips onto yours. Then you felt her tongue nudge your lips before you felt something hot collapse between your legs and parted them almost with a moan.
And then she swallowed her own juice.
Such a simple gesture, yet you had pressed your legs together to momentarily soothe the painful ache between them when she didn't stop at emptying your mouth.
While Arlecchino was standing before the bed the entire time, you were on your hands and knees before her. But not anymore. With her hands underneath yours armpits she holstered you up and onto your back. Moving like some feral animal in heat with the way she spread your legs for her.
She will in fact die in the most painful, gruesome way if her cock isn't buried inside of you within the next 30 seconds.
Her mouth swallowed up your whimper when she tugged your underwear aside, smiling into the kiss as she is met with the pool of slick underneath your bush.
Then two fingers found their way inside. Giving your clenching insides a few experimental stretches and curls that have your crying out against her lips.
Gods, you needed some fucking air.
But you needed her more.
Your lips were a sticky, swollen mess when she did break off that kiss for good to successfully guide her still hard dick to your hole. Your breathing was ragged, sweat clung to your skin as your heart raced with enough adrenaline to come just by looking at her long enough.
"Please—” A desperate moan ripped through the bedroom as you felt the tip push inside. Arle's hand curling up in the sheets next to you as her teeth grit together at the sensation of your tight walls bearing down around her the further she slipped in.
Her mind was blank. The layers of her suit suddenly way too much for the heat she produced as your legs came up behind her back to lock them and then she shoved the rest of herself inside with a sharp, heavy thrust. Both of you gasped, her face pressed into your neck when her free hand shoved itself underneath your ass to lift your abdomen up, making the angle easier for her before she slightly pulled back only to slam back into your cunt. Your fingers tangled into the hair on the back of her head and the chandelier above your bed started to disappear when your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your husband started to pick up her pace.
And thank the gods there were no children present in the house.
Both of you couldn't help it. Each dive back into you felt like she was pushing you closer to heavens gates. Arlecchino felt no different. Drooling with an open mouth against the curve of your neck and shoulder and for once she didn't care enough to silence herself. Even the hand on your ass didn't last long before letting you fully back down with your husband now letting her weight press you into the mattress as she exchanged her fast pace for slow, mind-blowing thrusts.
"So fuckin' good…" She slurs out barely coherent as the filthy, creamy sounds from your joined abdomens was all you could focus on. Arle never understood people getting addicted to alcohol and other drugs, but this? This shit was hitting her like raw crack.
"-lease… 'please come inside—" With half a mind you pressed your lips to her forehead, the air getting fucked out of your lungs each time she grinds herself back into your right warmth before she licks her way from your jaw up to your mouth to catch your lips in a greedy, voracious kiss. The instance almost makes your heart implode when she pushes you over the edge as her hands remove the leg lock behind her back to push your legs all the way up to your chest instead. Accomplishing a new type of depth inside your sensitive walls as you grip her with your orgasm. Shaking with the adrenaline of your high as the tears swell up in your eyes when you feel her pulling out of you.
"N-No—"
What if she leaves now—
What if she doesn't come inside you today—
She stood silent as you watched her merely shoving down her pants completely and take off the jacket of her suit. "Filthy thing."
If even possible, your face flushed with an even hotter sensation as she bend back down to you. "I just thought you…"
"Would leave you without stuffing you with my cum?"
Bullseye.
"Get on your side." Arlecchino ignored her own heart that was threatening to give out as she watched you turn with a slight groan. That blush on your face only made her want to breed the living daylights out of you. Her bare foot slipped out of the pants on the floor as she placed her knee on the mattress, right next to the leg you pulled up to your chest to give her enough room.
"Such a pretty girl…" she whispers more to herself as her thumb spreads apart your hairy, dripping folds and it doesn't take her more than a few seconds before she is diving back into you. You mewl as you finally find her back inside you, hand coming down to spread apart your ass cheeks so she may slide easier into you.
With her hands supporting herself on each side of your head, she slowly bends down when her cock is buried up to the balls inside your sweet cunt, her lips parting in a soft threat. "Whatever I will pump inside of you now, I want it to stay inside until I come back home. Understood?" Her hair slightly tickles your face as your look through half-lidded eyes up at your spouse. And you nod.
"Good girl."
"A swollen belly would suit you perfectly."
"Almost two whole hours too late. We almost lost to the worst possible conditions and all you have to say is that traffic was holding you up?!" Pierro's voice beamed with anger through the throne room of Zapolyarny Palace. Next to him on her throne, Anastasya— her Majesty. She had stayed quiet until now, the ice in her eyes indifferent to Arlecchino's lack of remorse.
"I checked personally with the guards stationed in town. There was not a single sign of even the slightest traffic before you arrived. So I'm asking you again. What were you up to that caused you to miss half of this meeting."
She knew traffic was a weak defense. But the truth is, there was not even a single excuse that could somehow warrant the internal chaos she caused today. So the Knave stayed quiet.
"I hope we don't have to deal with a case of treason, Arlecchino." Her name was suddenly starting to sound like venom on his tongue.
Getting accused of the highest form of betrayal just because she decided to have sex instead of doing her job. We have reached new lows.
And thus, Peruere was left with no other choice.
"You're right. Traffic wasn't the reason for my late arrival. I was reproducing with my wife."
"Dismissed." It was the Tsaritsa's voice that now echoed through the hall. Yet, her indifference was replaced with something similar to… respect? She waved her subordinate off as Pierro was still at a loss for words.
"Thank you, your Highness." With a low bow, Arlecchino finally managed to leave the lions den unscathed. On her way out she only the last bits of her words.
I feel like I’m loosing my damn mind why does my 200 word insanity thirsts get like FOUR TIMES the amount of likes while the actual crack gets like 150 AT MOST WHAT IS HAPPENING
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being too warm during the day: well, this sucks, but this temperature makes sense because the sun is up, and the sun is making me warm. i am unhappy but logically i can deal with it for now.
being too warm at night: what if i kill everybody.
