the knave and the archon 2

The Knave simply groaned, laughed, and sent her hips thrusting forward with ever-rising passions. She fucked her long, thick cock into the pleasurable heat of the mouth ahead, and she stuffed it up with her thickness time and time again. It got in deep, nearly pressing against the back of Furina's throat, and each time she did so it produced hotter and wetter gurgles. The noises rang out in gorgeously messy pops, satisfying Arlecchino in ways that mere words could not.

Her fingers curled against Furina's hair, tangling into the gorgeously silky white. The other curled around her jawline, against her throat, and cupped that pretty face. Furina was a very beautiful woman, and staring down at her while plowing forward and fucking her mouth brought the Knave perverse satisfaction. hearing the wet sounds that left her lips really was just icing on the metaphorical cake, filling her with hunger.

"That's it," Arlecchion cooed with sinful sweetness. "That's a good girl."

Furina gagged and coughed with each push. Her tongue undulated in wet protest, yet managed to do very little. Saliva began to bubble up around her lips, and it pattered down in hot, thick froth each time the cock rolled forward. As it speared inward, it dislodged over-abundant drool and sent it gently spilling over the Archon's outstretched tongue, making for quite the little mess. Arlcecchino, naturally, did not care one bit.

She was all too happy to get her cock naturally lubed up. She groaned and jerked her hips forward, driving her shaft down in longer, hotter strokes. She was banging against the back of the ageless Archon's throat, and it caused the loudest, wettest sputters and gags so far – gurgles that rang out as thickly as any of the talking before it. Each time, Furina's head jerked, and every time, Arlecchino yanked her right back down.

Arlecchino chuckled. "What's wrong? Knave got your tongue?"

Furina sputtered – and then rolled her eyes. The gesture made Arlecchino's breast flare with annoyance, but she did not put much thought into it. she simply huffed through her nose and continued to fuck herself into Furina's mouth, pounding across her tongue, fucking her lips - and her jaw –apart with rough strokes. She got faster, almost harder, her dick thudding and thumping past the waves of saliva she drew out for herself.

She was just over halfway down, or so it felt. With some five inches of her cock buried within. The more that she went, the more that Furina sputtered. Her face was tight, her eyes mere slivers. Her hands pressed against Arlecchino's pelvis, as if that would somehow stop her. it did not. The Knave thudded and thrust forward all the same, enjoying the mouth ahead while controlling the pretty head it was all connected to.

"You really are just a brat," Alrecchino almost growled at her. "But my cock is more than adept at taming such fools."

Furina's response was a wet, sloppy gurgle. She stared up through watery, teary eyes, causing Arlecchino to huff and sneer. Down she went, her cock thrusting, plowing down into her mouth oh-so-fervently. She huffed and panted as she drove herself forward, face-fucking the Archon however she so pleased. Hard, broad strokes, hot, wet thuds, driving herself in and out time and time again.

Saliva slurped and churned all the more thickly, sending it bubbling out of Furina's mouth in hot, thick lines. It stained her outfit oh-so-enjoyably, and Arlecchino took pride in that. And yet, she simply worked off the frustrations of their meeting in hard strokes, really just fucking her mouth. It was a shameless thing, and something that couldn't last for much longer.

"Let's observe how the Hydro Archon handles a mouthful of cum, shall we?" Arlecchino said in a purely exaggerated, husky voice. She smirked, a downright sneer, and thrust down with hard, muscular intent. Her cock throbbed and swelled all the while, driving past the sloppiness of Furina's mouth, across her fluttering tongue, and down against her squishy cheeks - all for one last hot, lustful movement.

Arlecchino grunted. Her cock throbbed. A second later, her dick exploded in the throes of orgasmic release, offering up a hot, intense load to the heat of Furina's slurping, gurgling mouth. There was no hesitation in the Fatui Harbinger's body: just a desire for honest, hungry domination that could not be contained. She slammed down, and a second later, the heat of her cum came spilling out.

Furina instantly reeled, her head jerking back and gurgling hard. Yet, there was nothing she could do but squeeze her eyes down shut as ropes and strings of cum came spurting out into her mouth, spattering it with a deluge of wetness. It rushed out in hot, creamy ropes of pure validation, a gooey-hot release that both drowned the Archon's mouth and sent a flush of raw satisfaction up along Arlecchino's spine.

Furina gasped and gurgled, her fingers pushing against Arlecchino's pelvis - to no avail. She slurped and she gurgled obscenely as cum plowed into her mouth, filling it up in seconds. The stuff overflowed instantly, if only for the reason that there was no room for it. Gooey lines of whiteness poured from her lips and down onto her tunic, invariably staining it with the release of another woman.

Cum surged down into her mouth, and Furina alternated between gurgling, sputtering and swallowing. Some of the cum she tried to get down into her mouth, and the rest she tried to spit out - alternating between gulping it down with hard swallows and letting the rest drizzle and drool down from her lips in gooey, thick lines. It was a degrading mess, and Arlecchino loved it.

She bathed in it. She smirked and she groaned and she held the gurgling woman down on her cock, letting out the last of her load and emptying out her balls for a few pleasurable moments. She sighed and she groaned, her hips jabbing, her mind bathing in the pleasure of it. She bit her lip and smirked, her domination and superiority clear as day.

"There we go," she husked. "That's it, that's nice."

She pulled Furina off her dick. Her hands tugged, shoving on hair, and whipped her backward. She popped off with an obscene slurp, the sound positively sloppy, and yanked back with a myriad of strings connecting her lips to the cock ahead - some of drool, some of cum, all wet and sloppy. Immediately, of course, Furina began to heave in breaths, filling her lungs with air.

Arlecchino let out a happy breath of arousal. "Wonderful, blissful silence. You see, Furina -"

Furina coughed and gasped oh-so-wetly, her throat thick - and yet her petulance still present. "Is that - is that it? H-huh, I thought you'd, hah, you'd -"

Arlecchino sighed and rolled her eyes. She hissed out a noise and yanked on the top of Furina's hair, pulling hard. The girl whined as she was dragged up, and then, with an even more forceful shove, pulled. She dragged the Archon right up to her feet in an instant, making her yelp just that much more. The Harbinger saw red, and she moved without hesitation.

"Oh, we're not done yet, slut, " Arlecchino growled. She spun Furina around and shoved her against the windowsill, where she could stare out at her city while panting and mewling and with her wet, sloppy face. "Not even close. "

"You - hey! "

Arlecchino brought her hand down against the deceptively fat ass ahead of her, making the skin shudder and quiver around in her hand. Elation surged through her as she growled and moved, hungry for more. Her hand grabbed at the tightness of Furina's pants, her fingers digging into her shorts from either end, and with careless intensity did she roughly tug them down - down over the wide swells of her hips with skin-chafing roughness.

She pulled and yanked them over the curve of Furina's ass, undergarments and all, as the woman gasped indignantly and heaved desperately. The fat curve of her backside was laid bare in one joyous moment, and Arlecchino found it joyous indeed. It was a huge, heavy thing for certain, a massive and meaty swell that was entirely deceptive to the size of the woman's body - and she loved it.

"Oh, that's wonderful, " Arlecchino husked. "You -"

Furina let out a gasp. "Can't wait to have me, h-huh?"

Arlecchino simply swung her hand down hard. She slammed her palm down against the fat, doughy curve of her ass in a single second, using one hand to smash into that doughy curve. She hit it nice and hard, pounding into the doughy, fluffy flesh, and she sent it wobbling with titanic force. The skin thwapped and shuddered out of place in an instant, causing the Archon to whine and wheeze.

"Oh!" Furina whined. "H-hey!"

Arlecchino smirked powerfully. She smacked and dug her hands into that marvelously fat ass, a swell that rose up in a gorgeous curve and hung down beneath its weight in a lust-pounding way. She dug down hard, her fingers squeezing in nearly up to the knuckles, bending hard. The other hand, however, moved to her own trousers, and just as roughly tugged them down, too - finally getting herself out of her pants.

The only difference was giving her more room and bringing out her balls, to little effect. It didn't matter. What mattered was pushing Furina up against the window, forcing the gasping Archon to thrust her hands down against the windowsill. Her fingers clutched and clawed at the wood, digging down roughly. She wheezed and whimpered as Arlecchino dominantly tugged on her ass, then palmed her hip, drawing her up against her.

"What's that?" Arlecchino husked. "You were saying?"

She sent her cock swinging up and unceremoniously slapped it against the uncovered line of Furina's slit. The girth of her cock thudded against her cunt, then pushed up and scraped against her in a hard, probing movement. She was shoving herself up against the Archon's core, applying firm, gasp-inducing pressure, and all the girl could do was gasp and whine with a hiking breath.

"Y-you know what?" Furina whined in a gasping, strained breath, "I b-bet I won't even feel it!"

Arlecchino release a low, breathy grunt as she got herself into position. "Oh, little one…"

She pushed, and Furina whined.

"You're going to feel it," she husked, and moved.

Arlecchino simply thrust forward. For her, there was no reason to waste time, nor to hesitate. She did not truly care about Furina's well-being enough to hold back, and the fervent desire she carried to correct the brat was intense. With all of that emotion bubbling away inside of her, and with her cock poised for entry, it really did take nothing at all for her to send the meat of her cock gliding forward.

Furina gasped, naturally; a low, whining squeak as she was so suddenly, so roughly impaled with the cock. In an instant,the bulbous head forced itself past the wet outline of her petals and down into the tight pink of her tunnel, wedging it apart in a rush. a second later, Arlecchino was furiously burying herself into the clinging heat beyond, driving her dick into the oppressive tightness of a woman's core.

The sensation made Furina whine and had Arlecchino shudder. Her spine tingled with an expected surge of gratification as the impossible warmth and the all-encompassing tightness of her insides squeezed and squished into place around her. it made her huff in a quick second, a rush of vocal approval she could not hope to contain. She groaned as she drove herself forward, now desperately eager for every last bit of pleasure she could find.

"Ah!" Furina wheezed out. She rocked on her feet and pressed her fingers into the windowsill, desperately clutching. "Y-you can't just shove it in, y-you – you uncouth, uhm, a-ah…"

"I can't?" Arlcechino let out a low, smug voice of husky approval. Her hips pushed herself forward, driving her dick down into that hot, clamping embrace. The tightness washed around her in a hot, hungry seal, making her groan ever-so-softly. "Apparently, I can."

She pushed, and was validated in her movements. The fleshy tightness clamped down around her just right, wrapping around her cock and engulfing it in squeezing softness. It really was as tight as a vice and that made it marvellously hard to work around – but the way it felt was divine, beyond that. The tightness, the heat, the wetness, it all hit her very stark, and distinctly brought to mind just how long it had been since she had done that sort of thing.

It sent a pleasurable rush up her spine and into her head, causing lips to curl with gratification. She husked and pushed forward, driving that long, thick prick forward in an eager arc. She tried to bury as much of herself inside as she could, and was rewarded with squeezing, clenching tightness every single inch of the way forward. A third of her cock then half of her cock, lodged and jammed into the archon's intimate tightness, forcing out walls that had never quite fit something so large before.

"Ah…" Arlcechino breathed in a voice of low, husky pleasure. Her one hand raked against the back of Furina's neck, trailing long, impaling fingernails against her skin. "Now, that does feel nice. Very, very nice, girl."

Her hips rolled, jabbing and pushing forward against that hot, tight sheath. Walls fluttered about her length, and it sent surges of stimulation up along her spine. A hot flush ran through her, and that made her lips quirk up into a grin. The simple, carnal pleasures of the flesh never failed to amaze her. She might have considered herself above such simple pursuits, but the fact was that she really, really wasn't.

"I can't believe you would just –" Furina started, only to cut herself off in a husky sort of groan. "Y-you know, this doesn't mean anything, Arleccihno. W-why, I half-imagine I – I won't even feel it!"

"Oh, spare me your bratty remarks," Arlecchino snorted. She pushed her hips down firmly, cutting Furina off in a soft, little whine, and then rolled herself around. She was not all the way inside, but she was more than deep enough for them both to feel it. the gyration of her ips, slow and skilled, made Furina gasp and had her spine arch. It was an intimately pleasurable motion, she found. "I do not need that mouth speaking any longer."

She brought her hand up and grabbed a fistful of Furina's white hair. She tugged on it in a quick sweep, stretching her scalp and causing Furian's head to reel backward. The Archon released a low, guttural moan at the touch, a sound of clear, palpable sexual arousal, and it made Arlecchino smirk just that much more. it was almost too easy to figure what the girl would like; it was like clockwork.

Her hips pulled backward. She drew the meat of her cock out, and she listened to Furina gasp aloud. She watched her spine curl just a bit and saw the way her fingers scrabbled at the wooden counter, and it filled her with emotion. She grunted, pulled, working herself along the tight vice of her cunt. She pulled half of the 'half' she'd already buried inside, leaving a couple of inches within.

"I half-imagined you to be some sort of… political master, you know, when I walked in here," Arlecchino husked. She leaned inward, her manner and bearing both hot and possessive. Her free hand rose to cup the Archon's body, squeezing at her thigh, then moving to grope a broad hip. "Turns out, you're just a brat of a woman delegating everything off to others."

"And you're - you're just a crazy chick," Furina retorted. Though she gasped, the look on her face was still petulant, almost cheeky. The shaky grin on her face incited something in Arlecchino, making her chest burn. "Or are you going to delegate your cock to someone else, too?"

"This is what I'm talking about," Arlecchino complained, "That doesn't even make coherent sense!"

She thrust forward before Furina could respond, and drew a wheeze for the Archon's lips. The girl gasped and rocked on her feet as the cock pounded down into the silken glove of her tightness, forcing walls aside in a sweep and stretching them out in a rush. The shaft pierced her in full, making her gaps and quiver just that much more. it was not some intense, insane sensation of cock-shcok, of course, nothing close, but Furrina acted as if it was the biggest thing she'd ever taken.

Arlecchino only knew that it felt good. The act of pounding forward, venting out her frustrations in a quick sweep of the hips, made her gurgle happily. Her jaw chattered and her fingers curled as she brought herself down, impaling that slick furrow just a bit more. her dick got in deeper, shoved in further, stretching and swelling the tunnel around her.

"You're a tease, Furina," Arlecchino husked, "and I? I am the cure."

She rolled her hips around, causing the Archon to gasp – but even then, she had more to say. "I – I don't think you are, Arlecchino. Why, I dare say you can't even – mmmfgh!"

Arlcechino brought her hand down on Furina's ass nice and hard, smacking the shaking flesh in her palm. The girl gasped and arched her spine just that little bit more, shoving her deceptively fat backside up against a taut pelvis. Arlecchino groaned vindictively at the touch. She smirked and leaned in, her palm cupping and groping the smoothness of the ass ahead. Her hips jabbed in tandem, sinking just a bit more inside.

"What were you saying?" Arlecchino drawled, "I could not hear you over your whorish moaning."

Her hand dug deep into the plentiful flesh of Furina's backside, kneading it around in her happy hand. Her hips rolled in muscular tandem, drawing herself out at a blistering pace. No slow, careful going was it, but a quick, brisk action that saw her shaft pull free in an instant. The rush of friction, the luscious squelch of contact, sent pleasant and happy trembles up her body.

"I – I was saying," Furina whined petulantly, "Tha I think even an automaton fucks better than you, Arlecchin-!"

Alrecchino pulled on Furina's hair, drawing her head back. Though the Archon's neck only flinched back a fraction of an inch, that was just enough to make her whine instead of speaking. Harbinger hovered over her possessively, sliding over the curve of her spine with a hot, hungry touch. The hand on her ass squeezed, then lifted to palm the dip of her spine in a purely dominant gesture. All very rough, all very hard, all done with deep-seated hunger.

"Call me Father," Arlecchino husked in a guttural voice, "or call me Daddy. I care no which. One, or the other."

Furina simply whined out as Arlecchino so roughly, so powerfully, surged forward. Her hips pushed with mechanical force and jabbed the meat of her cock down into the hot glove of the cunt ahead, roughly impaling it. She sawed down and smashed into it hungrily, bringing her hips against the surprisingly plump curve of the Hydro Archon's ass with a dull thud. The skin gently thwapped, shivering in the wake of such a blow – and served as a promise of more to come.

"I always knew," Furina gasped out, "That you had a kink –"

Arlecchino smirked. "You just can't take orders well, can you?"

She brought her free hand up to cup the girl's neck. She applied a gentle amount of pressure to it: not enough to hurt or harm, but certainly enough to make Furina wheeze. She squeezed it while tugging on her hair, fully controlling her head. Her hips shoved themselves forward with independent strength, ramming the meat of her dick down into the tightness of her snatch. More and more by the moment did she get inside, burying nearly the entirety of her fat, throbbing rod within.

Her hips thudded against the curve of the ass ahead, making it shiver and shudder. The blows were, at first, firm and probative, but grew in intensity with each moment. It started off as gentle thuds that thickened into louder claps second by second, movement by movement, matching the guttural grunting of breaths and the furtive whining of petulant, strained lips.

"Say it," Arlecchino hissed out. "Say my name correctly, girl."

Furina's eyes shone. "Arlec-"

Arlecchino rolled her eyes. She brought her neck-squeezing hand up and abruptly, forcefully shoving her fingers into the heat of Furina's mouth. The girl whined petulantly, but there was nothing she could do as those long-nailed digits sank down inside. The first thing they did was shove against her tongue and pushed down, preventing any more teasing, bratty words from leaving her mouth.

"There we go," Arlecchino husked. "So much better."

The other hand left Furina's head and sank down hard and fast together. She smacked the fleshy curve off her ass in a powerful swat, making the skin briefly shudder, jiggle, and clap outward. Furina whined, her head whipping around in a sudden arc, but Arlecchino kept her fingers true. She pressed them down against the tongue ahead, preventing the writhing muscle from doing very much at all. The girl could only mewl, much to Arlechcino's approval.

She leaned in just a bit more. Her hips thudded forward, now hungrily burying herself inside. her hips pounded ahead and hit the curve of Furina's deceptively fat ass with hard strokes, and that finally, blessedly sent the skin into pleasant trembles. All that doughy meat simply clapped and shuddered out of place, trembling from the source of the blows in a long, lurid jiggle.

It was like watching a miniature quake happen in slow motion. Where Arelcchino thudded against the ass, it would then tremble outward in a series of gorgeous ripples, followed by a brief, percussive bounce. The sight was impressive, and I made her groan from deep in her chest. With eyes that gleamed red she fervently, hungrily thrust forward, crashing into Furina's heavy ass and sending it into lewder jiggles. The sounds of clapping rose to fill the room, intoxicating her with their sounds.

"That's it," Arlecchio husked. "That's a much better use for you."

She pushed down with her fingers and with her hands, cupping and squeezing and pawing at whatever she felt like. Her free hand was more than content to rank along a svelte flank, from a narrow waist to ridiculously ample hips, then around again. She slipped herself around to palm her tunic, but found that it was in the way – and so her nails lashed out, starting the process of pulling and cutting, ripping and tearing, however she wanted, however she felt.

She sliced up the woman's tunic, and she ripped a long, clean line through it. She tugged the rest right off, doing her best to shuck it away from Furina's body. It was not easy whatsoever, but she had time, and she had authority. She drew it off and away, and she dragged portions of that outfit down. She tore Furina's shoulders, bearing more of that white skin, and then down along a portion of her spine.

Breasts popped out, and Arlecchino greedily cupped them. She squeezed hard, and Furina gasped loudly and lewdly against her mouth. There was not much she could do, however, as Arlecchino all but owned her, pounding away at her with had, feverish force, for minutes and for seconds and for more than that besides. She loved every last second of dominance that she could manage, extracting every last ounce of pleasure.

Furina gasped and whined indignantly against her fingers. Arlecchino husked and grunted as she slammed down, her hips spearing forward in broad, punishing arcs of motion. She hammered against her hard and fast, plowing into the meaty curve of her ass - hitting at the right angle to send it wobbling. It squished and squeezed against her hips, sending an absolutely pleasant flush through her body.

Furina did have a very fat ass for her body size, and it felt as good as it looked. It was perfectly positioned to take her hips, and with each push, she sent it into wobbles and into jiggles. The Harbinger growled and breathed hard as her hips plowed forward, ramming her cock into the soft tightness of the pussy ahead. She naturally smacked into that fat ass, sending it into gorgeous wobbles and titanic shudders - the sounds purely, honestly enjoyable.

Furina mewled around her fingers, positively drooling against them. Arlecchino did not give her any chance for anything more, and played with her tongue as greedily as she hammered into her snatch. She impaled her, plowed her, and banged her hard; she left the girl gasping, wheezing, and teetering on her heels. Furina rocked with each thrust, practically fucked into the windowsill.

"That's it," Arlecchino growled. "Take it, like the good little slut you are."

Her fingers scrabbled through that hot mouth, clenching and curling. She stabbed them outward to hook against Furina's cheek, and she fishooked her with careless ease. She pressed in, moved them around, and bent them out of shape, hooking through the woman's cheek and thrusting away at her core in tandem.

She hooked and she thrust, crashing down against that meaty swell of an ass at full power and force. It jiggled and thudded powerfully, the white skin wobbling out of place. It went red from the hard, repetitive actions, and Arlecchino took relish in them. She took pride in them. She pounded forward, abusing her position to take full control over Furina - and it only inflamed her even more.

But Arlecchino wanted even more. She pulled her one hand around and roped it around her waist, then tore the other out of Furina's sloppy mouth. At that point, the Archon was just gasping and whining, her breath hot and lurid. No noise to annoy Arlecchino as she moved her hands around, grabbing at whatever she could, tugging and then pulling. Still rutting her hips forward, she drew the girl up away from the windowsill more and more.

"Come here," Arlecchino purred, "Come to daddy- "

She pulled Furina away from the window by wrapping her up in something like a bear-hug, or close to it. She tugged her up and away, causing the girl to stumble; without the security of her own hands against the windowsill, she was far less secure, far less stable. She whined and she groaned as she teetered on her toes, only for Arlecchino to press in closer behind her.

She wrapped her up in a hug and pressed her mouth down against the curve of her neck, borderline kissing her. Hips rolled and pushed all the while, still thrusting, still moving. Furina gasped and whined in hot, wet puffs, her spine arching and her head lolling; the sudden overstimulation of movement hitting her hard, and keeping her dazed.

"Merde!" the girl gasped aloud. "Putain!"

"Such dirty words," Arlecchino growled. "Oh… how I love it…"

Arlecchino husked out a breath against Furina's neck. Her lips were close against her skin, practically nuzzling into her. Her hand wrapped around her stomach, holding her flush and tight. The other moved around to gently rake nails against her chest, softly stroking the skin there. Her hips rolled with agonizing firmness, grinding the thickness of her cock against tight, fluttering inner walls. It was a hard, wet squish, potent and unyielding.

More than enough to make Furina gasp out. She offered a hot, lurid noise while her body trembled in the Harbinger's grasp, unable to free itself, unsure of whether it wanted to free itself or not. Indecision led to weakness, and it was in that gap that one such as Arlecchino thrived. She rolled, her cock spearing upward, grinding with agonizing instance against Furina's deepest of spots – and left her absolutely, entirely quivering.

"Such a nice, tight girl for me," Arlecchino breathed, her voice low, hungry, and possessive. She trailed her lips against Furina's neck without really kissing, applying no pressure, just overwhelming firmness. "Almost suited for my cock, little Archon."

She rolled, and she jabbed. Compared to the rough friction from before, her pace was almost mellow – but no less intense for it. The depth of her cock, combined with the sure pace of her body, was more than enough to make one such as Furina shudder. She most certainly did that, even as the Archon grabbed her and helped her up against her. A slender spine arched, trying to find a comfortable position – and left itself more uncomfortable than before.

"Y-you're so deep," Furina gasped, her voice addled, almost dazed . "M-Merde, hah –"

That's it," Arlecchino husked against her neckline, "Moan for me, Furina. Moan those sweet sounds out for Father."

She rolled her hips, spearing upward, and then drew herself back. Her pace was not slow, but methodical and firm. The unyielding rush of her cock against that tight cunt more than assuredly made the woman squirm, much to her pleasure. Her hands cupped and squeezed at her body, grinding along the length of her smooth skin. She moved to cup her boob and squeezed it oh-so-firmly, kneading it in her hand with a twitch of the fingers, and then ran the other down to flutter past her belly button.

"I – mmmfgh! " Furina moaned out hotly. Her body shuddered and her spine arched just that little bit more as Arlcecchino moved around in a hot roll – only to then drive herself right back inside, thrusting and drilling into that soft, wet heat. her impaling thrust cut off any words from the Archon, causing her to gasp and whine. smirking, Arlecchino nuzzled into her neck even further, moving right against her.

"You make such sweet noises, baby girl," Arlecchino husked. "Such sweet sounds… much nicer than your constant bitching."

"You're not – putain !" The Archon whined. "T-this isn't – ah!"

Arlecchino breathed out hard as she sent her hips thrusting up, driving herself into the wet heat of Furina's cunt. As pleasure rumbled through her, she growled and she groaned with relish. She pressed against the soft curve of her ass as she buried herself in up to the hilt, and then whipped herself around in another drawing, sawing stroke – pushing and grinding against the softness of her slit, relishing in the tight grip of her folds.

"That's it," Arlecchino breathed against the woman's ear. "That's what I like to hear."

She couldn't help herself. She instinctively bit down on the soft shell of Furina's ear, nipping it like a bat – and the woman squealed out with a hot breath. Arlecchino growled huskily and pressed her arms down around her, cupping and capturing Furina in her messy embrace, while standing, while still moving, she thrust in and against her wet core, thrusting and rubbing her cock against that hot snatch. She worked herself backward and forward, and it left Furina gasping.

Her body teetered on its toes, her arms looped and almost captured. She quivered and squirmed, but she did not try to free herself – and could not. Not with the arms so tightly, so possessively capturing her, hugging her upright. Hands stroked at her skin,m cupping her curves, squeezing whatever and wherever that they could. Her long fingers squeezed at one of Furina's modest, fleshy breasts, and kneaded it around in her hand with genuine enjoyment.

The other sank down, moving between her legs. Though there was no purpose in it, the fingers she added to the mix and pressed down against Furinas clit was more than enough to make her gasp. A sudden, dizzy noise, and one that made Arlecchino preen with excitement. She chuckled breathlessly against the curve of a fine, white jawline, dusting it with soft little nips and hungry little suckles, treating Furina as she would a toy.

"Holy fuck!" Furina gasped out. "A – ah - ! Arlecchino!"

"Daddy, wasn't it?" Arlecchino chuckled. "Why, you were calling me that just earlier…"

She leaned in further, digging into her smooth neck. She pressed down with hot, wet kisses, trailing and peppering it with hot attention. She felt Furian quiver, and it elated her. The little trembles, the minute shivers, they pleased some hungry, possessive part of her. The more that she leaned over her, the more that it infected her. She clamped down and covered the girl, nuzzling and pushing inward, sliding herself into place with hot and hungry intensity.

"Or was that all just talk?" She husked. In the next moment, she moved in and bit down on Furina's soft, white shoulder, and that drew out a louder, wetter gasp from her makeshift lover. She pushed in and chuckled, her teeth trailing, while her hips rolled and thrust. She jabbed down into the soft seal of her snatch, easing and grinding against the length of her cunt.

Her pace only broadened, sinking her cock in with hard, fervent strokes. She thudded against a pleasantly fat ass with dull, muffled thuds, making the skin compress and squish around her. The soft thuds, the fleshy impacts, pleased her; she pushed into that softness and used it almost as a pillow, soothing her hips for seconds at a time, while wielding her cock like a spear. In and out she worked, thrusting and moving, pulling back, and then thrusting again, like a well-oiled machine.

She bit down on Furina's neck possessively, entirely intent on marking her up. She bit down with force, and that was more than enough to make Furina gasp aloud. "Oh, fuck - !"

Arlecchino trailed her fingers over Furina's rosy-pink nipple, flicking it in a way that made her quiver. She pushed in, kneading, sliding, while pulling her mouth back with a wet strand of saliva. She sent her tongue lapping out over the borderline-vampiric bite mark she had just made, as if washing it over with salving fluids. That was more than enough to leave Furina quivering – but, then, everything left her quivering, and it satisfied her to no end.

"You like that, don't you?" Arlecchino breathed against Furina's neckline. "Oh, I know you do."

She brought her other hand up, rolling it over her collarbone, then up to the dip of her neck. She rolled against the hollow of her throat, trailing and grazing, before reaching around to once more grasp the girl's neck. It made her squeak and whimper, but the sound was almost joyous. Or, maybe that was Aleecchino's imagination speaking, but it really, honestly did not matter. Not as she swung her hips around, and not as she went, her cock sawing inside with hard, percussive strokes.

"I know what girls like you enjoy," Arlecchino husked possessively. "So just be a good girl and let daddy take care of you - all of you."

She thrust, she rolled, and she squeezed. She pressed against her neck nice and firmly, making Furina gasp insistently. Her other hand found the area between her thighs, pressing against the sensitive pertness of her folds. It was all just enough to keep Furina shivering, and that was where Arlecchino excelled. She enjoyed that subtle domination, and she thrived in it.

She squeezed firmly and she pushed with agonizing firmness. Her dick jammed in deeply, pounding and penetrating with each intense motion. She hammered away with lustful intent, nailing her with perfect fierceness. In and out, again and again, while her fingers added pressure to the mixture - the kind of thing that naturally made Furina whine and quiver.

"Je ne peux p -" Furina wheezed, then tightened up and spasmed. " Y-you're so - !"

Arlecchino squeezed her neck a bit firmer and nuzzled into the plane of her face. Her hands cupped the girl as she quivered, the arch of her spine now becoming so much more intense -and far more untenable. If Arlecchino's arms weren't in the way, she might well topple over. It made it nice and heady and exciting, sensations she was happy to bathe in and indulge with.

"Daddy," Arlecchino positively purred. "Say it."

"You're so much, daddy!" Furina whined messily, her voice strained. "I - I - !"

"That's it," Arlecchino breathed possessively. " Moan for me. "

She kept on moving, kept on working at Furina, and felt her shiver and quiver. Her spine arched more and more, pushing her body out. Her breasts bobbed and wobbled gently despite their size, and the rest of her fluttered incessantly. Her insides writhed with heat, and whether or not that was from the cock, the fingers against her clit, or the combination of everything, but it wore her down with shocking rapidity. That was something to take pleasure in; Arlecchino was a selfish lover, but she knew all the buttons to press.

As Furina spasmed more, as her insides tightened and rippled, Arlecchino knew she was doing a damned good job. She breathed hard, and she breathed roughly. She nuzzled and lapped at the curve of Furina's neck, marking her up posessively. She listened to her gaps and cries with pleasure, even as she felt her cunt tighten and squish just that much more. Furina was close, and it was devastating.

"That's it, Furine." Arlecchino purred out. "Cum for me; right around my cock."

Her words were lewd, and they were almost assuredly degrading, but the last thing that Furina could do was concentrate and stop her own body. She quivered in the throes of climactic ecstasy as she so suddenly, so intensely came, her insides surging with forbidden heat and arousal. She whined in a loud, squeaky voice, with her formerly bitchy attitude now turned toward the simplest of acts: pleasure.

"Fuck!" Furina gasped breathlessly, her body arching backward into Arlecchino's dominant embrace. She could not stop herself from cumming around the thrusting log of her dick, and she did not really seem to try. Very simply, from one moment to the next, she hit her peak, and she rode it out with a sudden, messy intensity. Her insides spasmed, they writhed, and they burst with sexual joy, spattering juices across Arlecchino's cock.

Her insides spasmed and milked her cock, squeezing with muscular force. That made Arlecchino gasp just as much as anything else, and she let out a hot, lurid groan as she jabbed forward - but she did not quite stop. She held Furina up against her, arms hugging and hands pawing, keeping her contained as she rode out her sudden, breathless high. The Knave simply adjusted, and she kept on moving.

"That's it," Arlecchino grunted. "See? Not so hard, now, is it?"

She held Furina as she shivered in the throes of climactic glee, riding out her post-orgasmic bliss for a few more moments. That was something that even Arlecchino could bathe in; the tightness, the surging, the warmth around her dick, the stickiness of it - it was all entirely, wholly pleasant. She rolled her hips forward, surprised by the sheer intensity of it, but not taken back - not enough to stop.

Not even close.

"I can make you feel good… when you behave." Arlecchino brushed at her hair, then pulled her around. She felt the strain in her arms, the gentle ache from the position, and knew she could not remain there. "But let's make this more comfortable…"

She pulled on Furina, and she roped her around. The girl whimpered in her post-orgasmic haze, unable to make much sense of the situation she was in. She collapsed, and so Arlecchino was more than capable of simply scooping her and tugging her over to one of the many couches that lined and dotted the well-furnished room.

She swung herself around and sent the Archon toppling, allowing her to pant and breathe. Arlecchino moved fast. She tugged at the high, stuffy collar of her outfit, and then tore it down with a reckless press. Half of her movements sent buttons popping off, but she did not actually care. She simply pulled, drawing it down and around with a hard gesture, and tugged her clothing off as best as she could.

It was not easy. Arlecchino dressed so that it wouldn't be easy. But, as she stared down at the panting, gasping Furina, she made it easy. She tugged her stuffy, annoying clothing off, drawing it away from a body that could be best described as lean. Not particularly strong, not very muscular, but tight, generally toned, and properly lean.

Her stomach was flat, the curves of her waist ample, but not excessive. Her breasts were fuller, weightier, than what Furina carried. Alrecchino offered them a quick squeeze, a grope, and a push, digging into the softness of skin that felt ruddy with exertion. It was only for a moment before Alrecchino pressed down again, moving in over Furina with lustful intent.

"Let's get you more comfortable, " she husked down at the trembling, lust-stricken woman: red of face, flushed of features, with a panting look that brought the Fatui immeasurable delight. She smirked as she got down, grabbing the smaller woman in the same motion that she sat herself down on the couch.

She hefted her up like the weightless twig that she was and carried her aloft, and set Furina's weight on top of her. She then, less than a second and a half later, swung Furina around, grabbed her legs, and hefted them up, carrying them into the air with an easy twist. In a few seconds, she had the Archon laying across her torso, hefted up, her legs bent together and lifted upward - an almost cradling-like position.

"That's it, there we go," Arlecchino purred. She used her other hand to grab her dick, hoisting it upright, and sent it stabbing toward her goal. "That's a good little Archon."

"I can't - can't believe you," Furina groaned. "Y-you're - !"!

Arlecchino heaved as she held Furina's legs up in that sloppy posture. Furina whined and wheezed at her touch, but at that point, she was not getting any more leverage or any more freedom. Arlecchino had her captured, bound, and at her mercy, even when the Archon was on top of her. She couldn't do anything more than gaps and mewl, truly, as the Harbinger sent her cock thrusting upward, driving the long spear that was her cock ahead.

Furina couldn't manage anything more than a weak, wet gasp as she was so suddenly and so roughly impaled by inches and inches of thick, throbbing cockmeat, a huge length of a shaft that was more than adept at re-arranging her snatch. it already had been the entire, and so the next punishing stroke jammed right up into her sodden depths and easily, effortlessly impaled them. Furina was a simple, straightforward passage for her shaft, and she used it perfectly well.

" Mmmfgh !" The woman gasped out, her voice a wheeze. " H-hah !"

Arlecchino let out a hot, husky noise of pure, possessive arousal. Her hips surged, pumping upward, driving that long spear of meat deep into the wet valley of her snatch. inches and inches probed her deepest of spots for a long, lurid moment, before hips swivelled and carried it all backward. She drew free in a hot, ripping stroke, and sent her dick grinding against the softness of folds and the wetness of insides. It was glorious, really.

"Such beautiful sounds you make," Arlecchino purred. Her lips were against the back of the smaller woman's neck, kissing, still, just like before. Her words hissed against Furina's milky skin, earning palpable quivers. "You're far more enjoyable this way, Furina, do you know that?"

Furina gasped wordlessly. She seemed too overwhelmed, too intoxicated, by the entire lewd affair to wrangle her thoughts and mind around. She quivered uncontrollably as the dick slammed up into her hot, tight snatch, working out walls In a blistering rush of motion. The upward slam of her hips sent the powerful dick driving up inside, nailing her with agonizing firmness.

"That's it, baby girl," Arlecchino husked. Her teeth nipped at the pale skin ahead of her, treating it as she would any of her other toys. It did not matter to her that this was an Archon: her godly skin felt just the same. "Moan for me. Moan for my cock!"

"Mfgh!" Furina whined. She shuddered in Arlecchino's grasp as the Harbienrg thrust her hips up, driving her dick into the suspended body above. The position did not allow for much imagination, but it was not that hard to move, either. All Arlecchino had to do was hold those bunch-up legs nice and high, wrap herself around those thigh thighs, and compress the body in place. Furina was thick, yes, but also light – easy to manhandle.

Easy to take control of. Each for Arlecchino to hold up on top of her body, while sitting on her couch, while ramming up into her core. Her hips simply pushed, driving the many hard inches of her studly dick deep into the valley of her insides. Walls shuddered and flexed around her, shaking in the throes of overwhelming sex. I crashed upward with a thunderous impact, sending skin reverberating in the throes of intensity.

"F-fuck!" Furina swore loud. " Hah – da – daddy , fuck –

"That's it, there's my good girl," Arlecchino cooed in a hot, possessive voice. Her hands clenched down and pawed at smooth, unblemished skin, her fingernails raking with an intimate desire to mark it all up and claim it. "I knew you could do what you were told."

Her hips launched up with vindictive excitement, pummeling her fat dick deep inside the hole above. The pleasure it brought her was immense, of course; the satisfaction of sex a heady, dizzying thing at the best of times, even for one such as her. Nothing, though, was quite as wonderful as listening to the raw submission spilling from Furina's mouth. The simple overstimulation, the heady intensity of it all, had really just about ruined her – if only for the moment.

But the moment was where Arlecchino excelled. That was her tricks, her trademark; she wasn't there to spin webs and weave elegant traps. She was an assassin, a rogue, she got in, she got out – metaphorically and literally. For that moment, she happily took advantage of her prey and her prize. Hard, upward thrusts crashed into her core, drawing out sloppy, obscene noises for her efforts, each more heady than the last.

Juices slurped and churned with messy quality as she reamed the woman out. Her cock sawed in through the tightness of her steath, jabbing across pleasantly rippling walls to stretch and to impale. Juices were sent squelching about her haft, each struggling to find room against the other. There was a certain deliciousness in burying herself into something so nice and warm and wet, and she continued to enjoy it with each thrust she offered.

"This is so much better than talking, isn't it?" Arlecchino breathed against Furina's ear. Her teeth moved to nip at a bare patch of exposed skin, drawing out another hot, yelping whine. She salved it over with a lavish lick from her tongue, then pushed down in a nuzzling gesture. "No need to concern that pretty head of yours with anything remotely complicated."

She brought herself up and around with vindictive thrusts. Her hips pushed up from the couch to hammer her cock into the air, driving it along those hot, textured walls with pleasure. Everything was so wet, so warm, that it pleased her to no end. She loved how she felt around her cock, how the girl moaned against her touch. It was perfect, really, and she almost couldn't resist the pleasant urges it brought her.

"Just let Father take care of it," Arlecchino breathed possessively. "All of it."

Furina squirmed. Her voice alternated between various, elaborate Fontaine curses, and other, more guttural noises of the common tongue. Both were enjoyable to listen to; both satisfying to hear. The sounds of thudding skin and clapping flesh was a constant companion to the both of them, and it sent pleasant, dizzying flushes through their bodies.

Arlecchino groaned and grunted as she worked herself upward. She felt some parts of her body burn, some of her muscles protesting the rough treatment she was putting them under, but it was not much. Nothing, really. She could more than handle it. her hips simply moved, ramming herself up into the gorgeous tightness above. Walls squished and squelched, juices bubbled and churned with marvelous thickness, all of it adding together into something truly, wonderfully intense.

"You – Knave!" Furina gasped messily. "H-hah – Daddy, fuck!"

Arlecchino smirked. She brought Furina's body down against her just that much more, tucking her against the curves of her own body. She hissed out a noise of exertion as her arm strength began to flag, but she did not put too much mind toward it. She could keep on going. She would keep on going. Or the moment, nothing else mattered but perseverance – and her own dominance, of course.

The simple act of carrying the Archon of Fontaine like that and plowing her like some street-whore was a purely enjoyable thing, really. The raw surges of domination that burned through her made Arlecchino preen victoriously, while her partner bathed in the simple loss of domination. Fruian whined and gasped as her body shuddered and quivered, locking up, growing tighter, by the second – by the moment.

"Such a stubborn little slut you were," Arlecchino grunted a touch too hard. "But no different to all the rest."

Her hips plowed against the fat, doughy curve of Furina's ass, but the position did not offer all that much movement altogether. Each sound was dull and distant, not quite as satisfying as she would have liked, but just enough for them both. Arlecchino, at least, bathed in the sounds while carelessly hammering away, slamming and pushing, thrusting and rolling, getting the most out of the bratty tease of a girl above.

Arlecchino breathed hard and grunted even harder. She felt perspiration spread across her body, gathering across her limbs, and it made her feel a tiny bit sticky. She did not like that sensation. She did like the act of pushing herself too hard, but the stubborn girl brought it out of her. it left her aching and hungry, making teeth itch and her jaw quiver. Her fingers clenched down harder and harder, digging into pale, milking skin, drawing lines across it all.

"You're so rough!" Furina wheezed, her voice warbling in the throes of over-intense sex. "You're – nnngh !"

"Of course," Arlecchino replied in a purely guttural voice. She knew that Furina did not seek a response, and that she might not have been able to even process one, but that did not matter to her. "I know what teases like you want."

She pushed against her, thrusting, crashing, slamming; skin against skin, body against body. Her fingers cut lines into that creamy body marking it up with little red lines of pure friction. Certainly, Furina would be left far redder than when she'd started, and most definitely would not be walking straight for some time to come.

"It's too much!" Furina groaned out, her voice hot and heady. "It's too – it's just – fuck!"

Her body quivered and spasmed more and more by the moon, tightening up and clenching down around the length of Arlecchino's cock. She felt every spasm, every minute, fluttering squeeze – or so she imagined. Whatever the case, everything got both tighter and wetter, and that made her grunt happily. She knew the girl was close, and that filled her with enjoyment. Satisfaction buzzed through her just as much as the strain, and that was a pleasant thing indeed.

"I just – mmfgh !" Another squealing whine left Furina's throat, and again, she tightened up and shivered on top of Arlecchino. It wasn't quite the same crashing climax as before, but that would have been splitting hairs. It was still intense, it was still very real, and it still left Furina shivering on top of Arlecchino. A rushing, shivering thing, which quickly overwhelmed her and let her squeaking.

Arlecchino grunted hard. "That's it – cum for me, baby girl. Cum for daddy."

Her hard, possessive words made Furina quiver in her arms. Her insides spasmed and fluttered, milking the Harbinger's cock just that much harder, that much fiercer. The spattering and sputtering of juices warmed her pleasantly, bathing her in its indulgent heat. She enjoyed all of it, bathed in most of it, and soaked it in – but she did not let herself come loose. Not yet. Not quite yet.

Arlecchinno needed more than just that. She wanted more. She wanted to make sure Furina knew who was in charge, well and truly, as she fucked her brains out between her ears. It might have been a silly, insensate thing, but the Harbinger could not quite control it – and she was ill-inclined to even try. She groaned as she ceased her motion, her cock no longer pummeling that hot, tight hole. A sense of reluctance filled her as she rolled her hips down and pulled out with a slick, wet pop, as if every instinct in her was unhappy.

But it was all for a goal, and she did not hesitate to reach out and grab it. she pulled on the body above her, tucked it into her chest, and swung around in one hard gesture. Furina, with her mind already teetering between conflicting waves of pleasure and confusion, could only wheeze as the taller woman manhandled her around like a toy. One moment, she was up in the air; in the next, she was toppled down onto the couch like a petite doll.

Arlecchino said nothing as she pushed the Archon down onto the chaise like a toy. She shoved Furina into the white cushions head-first, stuffing her face into a pillow. The rest of her was pushed down flat into a near-perfect prone-bone, with her posture as perfect as such a sloppy situation would allow for. Furina merely mewled; Arlecchino shivered with vindictive joy.

"That's a great view," she praised. As she gazed upon the curve of Furina's spine and the absolute swell of her fat ass. It looked like a wonderful little mountain that the Harbinger could not hesitate to enjoy. She reached out with her hand to slap it, and did so victoriously. The flesh thwapped and shuddered away from the blow in a series of jiggling rushes, pleasing her to no end. Furina yelped, of course, but there was nothing for her to do and another hand-print was embedded into her skin.

Arlecchino pushed her fingers down, offering the ass a quick grope. She squeezed it in one hand while sending the other launching forward, doing what she did best: domination. Her arm wrapped around the underside of Furina's neck, pulling it up into something like a headlock. Not quite, not even close, really, but the compressive force cut the Archon's breathing off just enough to send her into a mewling whine.

Arlecchino pushed down in tandem. Her entire body sank into place, covering the white-haired beauty from above. Her head leaned in and her body nuzzled down, sending breasts sliding against pale shoulders, moving her cock down against her ass -and then further with a skillful buck, guiding the head of her shaft down between her legs to the wet furrow of her cunt.

She squeezed down on Furina's neck and arched her waist. She gowled and rocked herself forward, launching into the soft, luscious heat of her snatch. She rammed down hard and fast, thwapping into the curve of Furian's ass again. Another hard, wet thud, a fleshy ringing of skin, a wobbling rush of pure, meaty intensity. The girl gasped out in tandem, but her compressed neck, and the muffling pillow ahead, made it close to impossible.

And it remained impossible as Arlecchino arched her waist and slammed forward. She brought her body down in a hard, feverish stroke, impaling that silken furrow for all it was worth and then some besides. She arched herself down and buried herself up to the hilt, enjoying every last bit of it. her balls thudded against fFurain's hot, aching slit, pushing down against the sensitive bud of her clit. It was a sloppy gesture, not meant for pleasure – or anything, really, beyond Arlecchino's self-gratification.

"That's it," she growled possessively. "That's a good girl. My good girl."

Furina simply groaned drunkenly and shivered messily. Her body trembled as Arlecchino slammed herself downward, thoroughly enjoying every last second of her lurid domination. She plowed and pounded down, driving herself in up to the hilt, and then pulling back again. Her pace was sharp and jagged, a messy continuation of what had come before. Her pace was tinged with strain, her momentum corrupted by exhaustion, but she kept at it.

She pulled back in a wide arc, but only succeeded in getting half of her thickness out. The stroke, the wet, clinging touch, soothed her as much as I frustrated her. She groaned loudly and messily as she swiveled around so hungrily and so messily, desperate for everything. She pounded down again in a hard, jagged rush, her cock plowing into the silken furrow ahead. Again, she impaled it, stretching it all out around her shaft with the utmost gratification. As pleasure surged through her, Alrecchino bathed in it all.

"Such a nice, tight pussy," Arlecchino husked. She nuzzled into the back of Furina's neck, dusting it with hot, sloppy, messy kisses. "That's what I love to feel."

She squeezed with her arm, compressing Furina's neck just a tiny bit more. It was a pleasurable touch to be sure, a thoroughly enjoyable squeeze that made the girl whimper and wheeze. It wasn't hard enough to cause any sort of pain, and Arlecchino was so conscious of her own strength that there was no serious risk, but she also knew how much of an effect I could have on girls. Every bit of her was primed for that sort of hard, dominant action, and she soared with it.

Down she went, her hips thrusting and dropping in the throes of lustful enjoyment. She buried herself into that soft hole ahead in another deep, crashing stroke, pummeling the depths of Furina's wet, squirming snatch. Walls fluttered around her in the most enjoyable of ways, and she groaned respectively over it. She husked and jabbed and dropped her weight just that much more, pushing in deeper, and felt assflesh squish against her pelvis - and then pulled back again, eager to keep on going.

Thumps and thuds echoed out through the room, drowning out most other noise. It was a heady slapping and plapping , meaty thwapping and fleshy thudding. Skin met skin with sounds that were either loud and depraved or muffled and wet, but it didn't matter to Arelcchino. Neither did the sweat, which started to cling to her body and left Furina feeling slipper. She happily plowed down against her ass, even as it grew wetter and stickier, with softer squelches and squishes.

Furina was not even making noise anymore. She was just gasping and panting into the pillow ahead of her, alternating between drooling down into it and biting away at the soft fabric. Her eyes rolled and twitched constantly, much to Arlecchino's pleasure. All of it was to her pleasure. The easygoing domination, the powerful, compressive strokes, the pushing thrusts – fucking her down into the chaise, hard and easy, it was just perfect.

"Even you can be good once and a while," Arlecchino growled. "Even you can be a good girl, yes?"

She arched inward. Her body pressed down, really completing the messy prone bone. The muscles of her flat stomach writhed and flexed against Furian's backside, while the swells of her generous bust line squished down against her shoulders. They shuddered and they wobbled with each stroke, but at that point, there was no room for anything more. It was just a feral, primal meeting of bodies, where Arelcchino went down on Furina like some wild beast.

She raked her teeth against the fresh skin ahead, tasting wonderful Fontaine soaps as well as the tanginess of sweat. She rolled over to a shoulder and nuzzled down, really locking Furian down. The Arcon continued to pant and wheeze into the pillow, well and truly fucked out of herself. Eyes rolled, fingers clutched, and toes twitched, all locked into the throes of messy intensity. For Arlecchino, it was perfect. For Furina, it was intense.

It did not stop. Not, at least, for the moment, not until Arlecchino felt that it should. Her hips pushed down in hard, meaty thuds, her movements growing deeper and more pronounced by the moment. Fervent, sawing stroking swapped into louder, more percussive beats, sending more titanic claps into the air. It sounded as though she was getting rougher, but in reality, she was simply rationing the last of her stamina.

She felt herself rowing closer, but she staved it off for a bit longer. She dug into the girl and plowed down into her core, impaling her with heady firmness. In and out, again and again, crashing and thudding and then pulling herself around again with utter lust. She growled hungrily as she went down on the tease of a woman, and enjoyed every last lurid second of brat-taming action.

"I'm close, beautiful," Arlecchno husked against her ear. Her arm remained tight against her neck, keeping the woman in her lustful embrace. "And I don't think I'm pulling out."

She sawed in and out with those hard, deep strokes, bringing skin against skin, clapping and thudding together with messy intensity. Her cock throbbed more and more by the moment, by the second, swelling and thickening out as she moved so thunderously. Yet, her words seemed to inspire something in Furina – a last-ditch gasp, once more grasp at sense and sensibility.

"Wait," the Archon positively wheezed, her voice warbling with every syllable, "Wait, inside? Y-you – ah! – s-shouldn't!"

"Really? Shouldn't I?" Arlecchino savoured the subtle panic, the loft, unsure reactions. Though she doubted her ability to knock up an Archon, playing around with the idea was more than making – it was indulgent. "Why not?"

"B-because – because – mmmfg !" Furina whimpered into the pillow. She shuddered as Arelcchino slammed down with such power, really and truly impaling her. The movements of bodies, the raw overstimulation, it was all just too much for both of them. Furina could not think straight, and the Harbinger was too set on her course to stop.

"I don't enjoy pulling out of pretty little things like you," Arlechino breathed in a low, guttural voice. "So let's… fuck… let's see how droll life is, oui?

Of course, Arlecchino rather doubted that life would be all that amusing after all if she did knock up an Archon, but, for the moment, her indulgences were more of a whim than any seriousness. Playing around with risky sex was always something she'd enjoyed, and right then was no different. It wasn't as if she could think very straight at all, anyhow, and she slammed down, her body tightening, her balls rising and her cock pulsating – and her teeth positively itching

She tightened her arm around Furina's neck, making her squeal. She pressed down and bit her neck as if she wanted to mark her up, adding to the many hickeys already dotting that soft, fluffy curve. Her entire body jerked forward as her balls throbbed hard, and then she was pushing down fiercely, stabbing her cock in as deep as it could go. A surge ran through her, hotter and more powerful than the one far earlier.

It promised a more dizzying release, and when it came, she embraced it wholeheartedly. It was a powerful surge, a weight-lifting spasm that rushed along every line of her body and made her shiver potently. It came with a throb, a pulsation, and then, a surge of release; her cock twitching and surging in climactic relief.

She came right inside Furina, and did so carelessly. Her cock, long and thick, happily spat out its furious release. Ropes and strings of seed slammed into the Archon's cunt all at once, offering a veritable flood up to her insides. The sicky, fluttering channel was oh-so-suddenly bathed in the heat of her release, with pink walls smothered in the gooey-whiteness of her load. It was a sudden, shameless thing, and Arelcchino felt nothing but graning joy as she did so.

She grunted into Furina's shoulder even as she bit and kissed and licked. Her body jerked, her hips thrusting firmly, and her arm tightening messily. She clenched down as she came so hard and so fast, dumping out her load with hunger. She grunted and groaned and she jabbed her hips forward, her cock throbbing and spitting out its release with every surge, with every buck.

Arlecchino growled against the neck she marked up with her teeth while burying her load into that squelching heat - a heat that writhed and spasmed around her shaft, clenching in another lurid climax. The Harbinger felt the Archon shiver around her cock again, and that only heightened her pleasure. Yet, it was hardly something she focused on, not as she jabbed her hips, not as she rode out her own, shuddering high.

She slumped down after a good, long moment, and simply breathed hard. Furina trembled and quivered below her, whining and wheezing into the pillows - and that was just how Arlecchino wanted it. She breathed hard, borderline heaving in breaths, trying to steady herself. It was an undignified thing to be sure, but thankfully, her partner was in no position at all to comment.

Arlecchino pulled herself up. Her arm removed itself from Furina's neck to slide back, and her body pushed up onto her forearms. Her breasts swung and hung and heaved with every breath she made, each of which was deeper than the last. Her skin felt slick with strain and sweat, and she did not enjoy that very much. Still, it was hard not to find enjoyment in the moment.

"That's it," she breathed out at length. She curled her fingers around Furina's strands of hair, and watched as the Archon panted hard - her brain metaphorically fucked out between her ears. "That's a much more palatable look for you, little darling Archon."

She pulled out of Furina a second later. She did so with a hot, wet slurp, but that was of no importance to her. She swung her body around from the couch rather lazily, still almost entirely naked, and stumbled forward. She swiped up her discarded, now-cold tea, and took a deep drink - emptying out the cup, in fact - to soothe her parched throat.

A second after, she spun herself around and directed her glimmering, ruby-red eyes up to the throne at the end of the room; the lofty chair that Furina used to wait on people in the sanctity of her public rest chambers. There, Arlecchino plopped herself down, still breathing hard, and slumped back.

She tilted her head back and breathed out. "Not a bad seat, Furina. I could see myself sitting here more often."

She rested her chin in her hand and leaned back. She directed her glimmering, glowering gaze at the spent Archon laying face-down in her own pillows, half-passed-out on her own couch - and smirked.

"First, I think we'll have you grant a full pardon to my colleague, loathe as I am to suffer through his idiocy again," Arlecchino purred out in a low, lavish voice. "And second… " Arlecchino licked her teeth. "Let's talk about that Gnosis of yours…"

Furina could only offer a gurgle and a wheeze as Arlecchino dictated her commands over.

Even if Arlecchino couldn't be sure that her words would find purchase in the dazed, well-fucked Archon's brain, she had to admit she enjoyed their relative positions far more now than she had earlier on - and it was a position she was going to be sure to enjoy to the fullest.