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The heat just begins out of nowhere and before he could know it, he’s already in your room.
Legs trembling by your scent that made him eager to inhale every last of it. He picked up one of your cloth on the floor and sniffed in while almost tearing his pant down to touch himself.
He clenched his fists before thrusting himself in, pretending it was you. His sharp teeth bit into your shirt. He panted, tears welling up in his eyes, feeling ashamed of himself, yet he couldn't restrain his hips.
What would you think of him if you saw him in this condition? Would you be disgusted by him? Would you still love him?
He imagined your smiling face, the kindness you showed him, your small hands touching his fingertips as he handed the ticket.
‘Pierrot.’
The sound of your voice calling his name from memory brought him to a climax. His legs tensed, his body trembled with the ecstatic release. Slowly keeling down because of his legs couldn’t handle the pleasures. But it’s still not enough, His hands can't replace you. Normally it would, but it’s barely enough right now.
Ah… he feels so guilty for staining your shirt, but it's okay... he'll get you a new one. In exchange, this shirt will join his collection like the others in his tent.
He look at the time, counting every second that has passed— waiting until you clocked out of your shift. Feeling more and more irritating.
You arrived shortly after following your schedule in his mind. Pierrot rushed towards you even before the lights in the room were turned on. He gently placed you on the bed as softly as he could at that moment, then carefully unbuttoned your shirt, though unintentionally tearing your underwear.
Sobbing against your chest as he awkwardly caresses your lower body, trying to prepare you and made you feel good as he repeat whispering ‘Please…’ to you like a dying devotee in front of the god he worships.
Well. You are his god, the only one he will be worship in his life.
He begs you, rubbing his swollen, lustful cock against your thighs as you could feel his hot skin, and when the permission is granted, his long, thick tongue was carefully inserted into you. Though intensely aroused, he cannot bear the pain of seeing you hurt of sudden move. His claws would injure you, so his tongue is the best solution at this moment.
Pierrot massages your waist and spreads your legs as you writhe in pleasure. He devours you like a gourmet meal he'll never get to taste again in his life. Regardless of how messy he is, he makes sure you won’t feel any pain when the act begins. He withdrew his tongue and swallowed every drop in his mouth, even though it failed to quench his thirst.
“I’m sorry my lady…b–but I can’t wait any longer…”
He apologized before lifting your waist onto his lap. The tip of his penis rubbed against your clit before he used his hand to guide it into your hole, followed by a heavy thrust that allowed him to fully insert every inch of himself. His body trembled as your wet gummy wall hugged his twitching cock.
This is…way way better than he imagined. To be connecting to you, to be one with you. To feel you…to be inside you, closer than before.
A dream come true.
He told himself he will be gentle with you, but it was so difficult when he could barely control his body and almost let his instinct take over the moment the tip of his cock kissed your cervix. Such lewd, lewd feeling.
However when you moan his name, his final straw snap.
Pierrot could smell blood coming out of his own nose, even his body could not handle the thought of you. It’s trigger him. Then he began thrusting you like a wild animal consumed by lust and all sins. Every thing is cruel and your warm hole is his only safe place.
If he can choose, he wants to die here.
He’s love you so, so much. Love you so desperately, so pathetically. A part of him feels bad for you that you’re the one he felt in love with; but how could he not? How could anyone not falls for your charm? How lucky he is to be able to meet you— to love you like this.
You dug your nails into his back, but it did nothing but leave scratches that didn't cause him the slightest sting. He continued thrusting into you, his tongue hanging out, saliva dripping onto your incredibly alluring breasts.
And so he suck it just like a starving infant.
No milk comes out but if he continues to fuck you like this, maybe you’ll produce some. One way to find out is to keep thrusting.
Pierrot presses himself closer to you as he feels he's about to cum, the bell on his hat jingling along with the sound of your bodies colliding. His muscles tensed as he was about to reach his breaking point.
“M-my lady I’m…huff…c-close.”
My lady. My dearest. My goddess. My love—
“My…hic! My love!”
Tear finally run down his face as he let out his load in you. Feeling like his whole body being electrocuted and losing control over it. Trembling as he still ejaculated in you nonstop. Every part in his body felt weak and he end up resting his head on your chest. Crying out of overwhelming pleasure in his spine.
“Hah…a…ah–mfh—! My lady…mhmm~!♡”
Your tight grip made him convulse again, and with that last drop of his cum he released, the intense pleasure almost made him lose his mind.
“A-Ah…I’m sorry I finished before you my lady. I promise this time I’ll made you feel good too.”
And Pierrot always keeps his promise. He got the whole night to do so as well. Don’t worry…he will treat you with so, so much overflowing love.