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Another night, another bottle of wine, and another gathering over with. Despite always being well composed, neither the Knave nor the Damselette could keep their eyes - or hands - off each other for long. Stealing glances and keeping their hands on their waist, arm, back with the intention only thinly veiled in their deep understanding for another.
But now, none of that mattered anymore. Arlecchino shut the door behind her, only giving Columbina a split second to think before the latter was shoved onto the bed and bombarded with kisses.
Anywhere Arlecchino could reach was quickly covered in saliva and bites, drawing out the sweetest of hums from Columbina. A sound that Arlecchino has always loved, wished to worship and give her Damsel everything that one could ever ask for.
From jaw, to neck, to shoulders, before Arlecchino went back up to the mouth, capturing Columbina’s lips between her own. Sweetly at first, before Columbina gave Arlecchino an opening to slip her tongue in and the kiss quickly became more heated. Their tongues slid against each other, mixing their tastes of the alcohol they drank and their heat before departing to breathe again.
“Take it off…” Columbina huffed out between her soft humming, pulling on the collar of her dress. Without much hesitation, Arlecchino unzipped the dress and continued her administrations of marking her Dove, claiming her. As a reward for her actions, Columbina lightly scratches Arlecchino’s scalp, only furthering the flame that is consuming Arlecchino so quickly.
The rational part of her would be ashamed for acting like a bitch in heat, so desperate to put her non-existing dick inside the Damselette and breeding her, creating a hellspawn that no one should ever unleash upon their already wicked land but one that she would love all the same regardless.
But that part of her brain has long been drowned out with alcohol, the only thing on her mind was now Columbina, sex and nothing else. To keep true to her brain, the Knave pushed down Columbina’s dress further, revealing her breasts and already hardened nipples - whether that was due to the cold of Snezhnaya or the arousal was up for debate.
Nevertheless, Arlecchino made it her mission to warm them up, sticking one nip into her mouth and putting her palm on the other breast. Her tongue glided over the tip before sucking on it, causing Columbina to let out a soft moan, “Good, love.”
The reassurance was everything to Arlecchino, something that stirred up an unfamiliar warmth in her chest whenever Columbina addressed her with such gentle sweetness. The Damselette continued to coo out her encouragements, singing her songs and fueling Arlecchino’s lustful desire.
So down she moved, tossing Columbina’s dress aside onto the floor and leaving the Damsel in only her underwear. With a quick look up, Arlecchino gathered her permission to proceed with a simple nod from Columbina. Arlecchino ran her thumb over Columbina’s underwear, pressing down on her opening and feeling the wetness seep through to leave a damp spot on her hole.
Arlecchino’s fingers hooked beneath the undies and pulled them off, revealing the meal she has so long been craving. Columbina shuddered slightly at the cold air hitting her pussy, nonetheless she spread her legs wider, giving Arlecchino a better view of herself. “Go on, my love. Or do you want to keep your sweet damsel waiting?” Columbina hushed out, feeling impatient though flattered while Arlecchino admired how her pussy glistened in the light.
“Of course, my dove.” Arlecchino replied as she settled herself between Columbina’s thighs, hooking her legs up onto her shoulders. The Knave gave a few quick kisses to Columbina’s thigh before finally, finally, pressing her tongue onto the Damsel’s clit.
And gods above was it divine. The taste to Arlecchino and the pressure of relief to Columbina, both yearned for this bliss for the entire day, for the moment they saw each other in their formal attire. “Mhh, my sweet thing…” Columbina uttered, her hand resuming its position in Arlecchino’s hair as the latter began lapping up the sweet juices of her lover.
Every lick, every kiss and every suck drove out another moan from Columbina, soft praises stuttered out into the open without coherent meanings, their only purpose serving for pleasure. Arlecchino hummed in approval of each and every one praise, sending vibrations through her tongue and onto Columbina’s clit.
The Damselette could feel her high coming closer, the sweet release of her orgasm. Chasing after it, she began grinding her pussy against Arlecchino’s mouth in a matching rhythm to her tongue. “Mh, keep- Gods… Keep going, my- my love.” Columbina furthered her encouragement on Arlecchino, giving her all the praises needed to get what she wanted.
And got it she did, with a sharp intake of her breath and a shudder of her body, Columbina’s orgasm washed over her, sending a pleasant tingle through her body. Arlecchino lapped up the aftermath of her cause before setting Columbina’s hips fully down.
“You did well, my dove. Good girl.” Arlecchino lifted herself up and rejoined Columbina at her side, peppering soft kisses over the panting girl’s cheek. Columbina smiled at the affection, enjoying the way that her drunken prince behaves when it is just the two of them, the many sides of Arlecchino that only the Damselette has been blessed to witness. “My prince, my love. Your sweet damsel would like to go another round, do you think that to be possible?” Columbina purred tenderly.
Arlecchino lifted her head, her gaze focusing on Columbina’s vibrant eyes - opened for once, a rare occurrence that Arlecchino treasured every second of. She felt privileged in moments like these - with nothing but love in her own. “Of course I will give you more, my sweet angel. I will give you all I have if you so wish, my heart if you demand it, rip it out whole for you to feast upon.” Arlecchino then resumed smothering her love in kisses, slotting her legs between those of the Damselette and lowering her pelvis.
The fabric of Arlecchino’s clothed pussy making contact with Columbina’s. Arlecchino had no mind to worry about the wet spot that would stain her clothes as she rubbed her clit against Columbina. The wrinkles in Arlecchino’s pants slid smoothly into Columbina’s wet folds, getting easily lubricated and bringing all the more pleasure to the moaning Dove underneath the Knave. Arlecchino closed her eyes to delude her drunk mind into thinking that she has her dick inside Columbina, rather than rocking her pants against her. The sweet melody of Columbina’s rhythmic moaning helped a lot as it rang through her mind, the sound of fabric against skin only adding so much.
“So good, my Knave, my dear prince.” Columbina’s breathless voice rang out in between her whimpers and moans, hooking her legs around Arlecchino’s waist. “I’ll fill you- Fill you so good.” Arlecchino muttered out through her own ecstasy, the inner layer of her underwear lubricated by her own desires to breed the one she loves, the one she would lay her life for so easily despite everything she has to live for.
Columbina didn’t comment further on it, though she entertained the thought of bearing the Knave’s children. Not a bad one, she concluded, but biologically difficult to achieve. So she settled for living in the moment, enjoying the way that Arlecchino kept humping against her, an occasional moan slipping out through her heavy breaths. Columbina knew Arlecchino to be rather quiet, so she cherished those moans all the more in spite of her own bliss.
Arlecchino could feel her pleasure reaching its high, and all she could do was hope that Columbina felt the same, so she kept grinding, chasing her ecstasy till the very end and releasing it all with a final thrust and a shudder of her body with the imagine of a new life in her mind. Oh, how the Knave longs to one day make this dream come true, to have her Dove writhe underneath her and being filled with Arlecchino’s semen to bear forth a new descendant of the Crimson Moon - cruel as the fate may be for the innocent life.
But she will make due with what she has right now. Her lover beneath her, panting and legs falling limp by her side. Arlecchino looks down at her with all the wonder she can muster up in her dazed state, still imagining the Damsel with a baby bump and all the children from the House of the Hearth asking questions and staring with amazement - how wonderful it would be to have Columbina by her side every day, living in the more peaceful scenery of Fontaine.
Like a normal couple, almost. A dream destined to remain such - a dream.
A hand on Arlecchino’s cheek brings her out of her fantasies, and she quickly returns to her noble duty of caring for her girlfriend. So with all the strength that her orgasm and alcohol ridden body can muster, she picks Columbina up and carries her to the bathroom, setting her gently into the bathtub.
“Are you okay, my sweet Dove?” Arlecchino questions with a rare gentleness in her voice, to which Columbina simply nods. Too exhausted to speak, Arlecchino assumes. She turns on the hot water, letting the bathtub fill up with Columbina in it while she turns her attention to herself - Her cyprine stained pants. A quick fix, since they will go to bed soon anyway, simply switching into her nightwear.
Arlecchino checks in with Columbina again before cleaning up their room, surprisingly sober movements after everything that happened. After the bath, and helping Columbina into her nightgown, the couple cuddled up under the bedsheets, sharing their warmth amidst the cold of Snezhnaya.
“Arlecchino?” Columbina softly called out from her position, mumbling her words into Arlecchino’s neck.
“Yes, Columbina?” Arlecchino responded, holding Columbina closer and caressing her hair.
“I love you, my prince.”
“I love you, too, my Dove.”