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Life was an absolute dream, filled with love, warmth, and acceptance. You and Pierrot shared a very cozy and livable house together. From time to time, you would accompany Pierrot to visit his circus home.
You would give anything to meet the charming circus performer for the first time all over again. House chores were split evenly between you, though Pierrot always tried to convince you to let him do all the work. Arguments were rare, and you both felt truly blessed by such a simple, easygoing life.
Tonight, you and Pierrot planned to share a warm bath, a comforting ritual you both cherished. This evening, however, the task of preparing it fell to him. Wanting to surprise you with a touch of romance, Pierrot slipped into the bathroom ahead of time.
He turned the heavy brass handles, filling the room with the soothing rush of water. He made sure it was perfectly lukewarm, just how you liked it. As the tub filled, a thick, velvety blanket of steam rose into the air. With careful fingers, Pierrot scattered a handful of crimson rose petals across the surface.
They floated like tiny boats on the rippling water. Next, he added some essential oils and Epsom salts he knew you would love, releasing a faint, sweet perfume into the misty room.
Pierrot dipped his hand into the water and swirled it around to check the temperature. It was absolutely perfect. He smiled to himself, feeling proud of the romantic setting he had created.
“Baby, is the bath ready yet? I’m so excited to try the new bath products we ordered online!” You stepped into the room and walked over to him, finding him sitting on the cool tile floor next to the edge of the tub. Leaning down, you happily wrapped your arms around his neck, breathing in the warm scent of the steam.
The sudden warmth of your embrace caused his cheeks to turn a soft crimson. No matter how many times you touched him, his heart still fluttered at the feeling. “Yes, my lady, the bath is ready for us,” he murmured, his voice soft against the sound of the water. “It’s the perfect temperature, too.” You gently placed a hand against his smooth cheek. “Then we should undress and relax, shouldn’t we?”
His golden gaze locked onto yours at your words, a wide, genuine smile spreading across his lips as he nodded. Without hesitation, Pierrot began to strip out of his clothes. You turned your head slightly, a sudden blush warming your own face.
In moments, he stood before you completely bare, beautiful and waiting for you to do the very same. You paused, your heart beating a little faster against your ribs. Looking back up at him, you asked softly, “Pierrot, sweetie, could you help me undress as well... pretty please?”
The moment the seductive question left your lips, Pierrot's face flushed a brilliant, deep crimson. The two of you had shared plenty of passionate nights and intimate moments before, but he never grew used to it. He never got over how breathtaking you looked.
You possessed a magnificent, magnetic beauty that drew him in every single time. With slightly trembling hands, Pierrot reached for the zipper of your dress. He lowered it gently, letting the fabric slide down your skin until it pooled on the shiny bathroom floor. You stood before him in only your lacy pink bra and white panties, the warm candlelight catching the soft curves of your body.
Pierrot stood there in a complete trance for a few minutes, completely captivated by the sight of you. “Honey? You have to take off the rest,” you murmured, rubbing a hand against your flushed cheek. “You’re staring again... it’s kinda freaking me out, haha.”
“O-oh, my apologies... I got distracted, my lady,” he stammered. You giggled softly as his gentle fingers carefully removed the last pieces of clothing you had left. Once you were just as naked as he was, Pierrot scooped you up bridal style. He lifted you effortlessly, cradling you close before gently lowering you into the warm, inviting water.
A second later, he slipped into the tub right beside you. “Wow, Pierrot, the aroma is so nice. I feel like melting into the water,” you said, smiling warmly at the sweet clown sitting in front of you.
“I agree, my dearest,” he replied, his voice rich and full of love. “We picked the best remedies for this special night shared between the two of us.” You chuckled softly, shifting your body through the warm, scented water to press yourself closer to his side.
Once you were close enough, you leaned against his chest and relaxed, drawing his gaze down toward you. Pierrot’s eyes were instantly fixed on your bare breasts, captivated by the soft, beautiful curves glistening against the warm water. This definitely didn’t go unnoticed by you.
Meeting his gaze, you smiled softly. “Would you like to touch them? I mean, it’s not like you’ve never touched my breasts before, Pierrot...” He quickly covered his mouth with his hand, trying to hide the deep flush warming his face.
“My dearest… is it that noticeable?” He stammered, his voice thick with desire. “I just couldn’t control myself. The way they sit so perfectly on your chest...” You let out a soft sigh and smiled warmly at him. Reaching out through the rose-scented water, you gently took his clawed hand in yours.
You gently rested his large hands on your chest; letting him cup your breasts. “Go ahead, go nuts I don’t mind if it’s you after all..I love you very much.” Pierrot blushed, once you gave him permission, he began to squeeze, kiss, and play with them for the rest of your bath time.
When it was finally time to leave the tub, Pierrot helped you step out and stayed behind to clean up the remaining rose petals. Soon, it was time for bed. He gently helped you change into the matching pajamas you had bought for the two of you.
You thought the matching outfits were incredibly cute; since you were now a couple living under the same roof, you felt it was a necessary tradition. Just by looking at his soft eyes and tired demeanor, you could tell he was completely exhausted. You both climbed into your king-sized bed and settled beneath the blankets. Pierrot drifted off to sleep almost immediately—but you could not.
There was just one problem: you felt a deep wave of desire and craved intimacy. You tried to shake the feeling off, but you couldn't fight the intense urge to pleasure yourself. Turning your head, you faced Pierrot, who was still fast asleep.
You frowned slightly; you didn’t want to wake him up just for your own benefit, which left you with only one choice. You needed to satisfy this feeling, so you began to sit up very slowly, careful not to disturb the sleeping clown beside you. Gently sliding open your bedside table drawer, you reached inside and grabbed a dildo you kept hidden from him.
The reason you hid it from him was because you knew he absolutely hated it. He hated the thought of a plastic toy being inside of you instead of his own very being. Still, you needed the toy because you knew that on some nights, he would fall asleep before you while you were still overcome with lust and desire.
You just couldn’t bring yourself to disturb your sleeping partner. Turning your head to look back at his sleeping form, you slowly settled back onto the bed. ‘Please forgive me for this, Pierrot...’
You slipped down your pajama pants along with your panties, guiding the toy toward your entrance. The toy couldn't compare to Pierrot’s actual size, but it would have to do for tonight. Slowly, you pushed the toy inside your vagina, letting out a soft, pleasurable moan into the quiet room.
“Mmm…” You quickly covered your mouth as you began to move the dildo faster, the slick, wet sounds echoing softly through the bedroom. You tried your absolute best to remain quiet—you really did—but suddenly, the bed shifted. You froze in absolute shock and panic. A heavy, intense gaze bored into the back of your head. Slowly turning around, your eyes met Pierrot’s.
His gaze was fixed entirely on the toy still inside you. “...My lady, what are you doing with that piece of plastic junk...?” His voice dropped, thick and dark. Before you could answer, he crawled over to your side of the bed. His clawed hand reached down, gripping the toy and pulling it free from your aching pussy before tossing it carelessly onto the floor.
A heavy silence settled over the room, thick with tension and the lingering warmth of the bedsheets. You quickly closed your legs, a sharp wave of disappointment and anxiety cutting through your desire. “P-Pierrot, it’s not what it looks like… I-I didn’t want to wake you up and bother you… please don’t get mad!!”
Pierrot remained completely still, his dark silhouette blocking out the silver moonlight. For a few agonizing moments, he didn't say a word. The quiet was deafening, and your heart hammered wildly against your ribs as you waited for his reaction, deeply worried by his silence. Then, the tension softened.
Pierrot reached out, his long, slender fingers gently cupping your chin. He guided your face upward, forcing you to meet his intense, golden gaze.
“You should have asked me instead, my dear,” he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, velvet purr that sent a shiver down your spine. “You should have asked me to pleasure you, it wouldn’t have bothered me at all. I’d much rather it be me instead of that…flimsy toy.” You looked up at him, your flushed face painted with clear shame. “I’m so sorry, Pierrot… I wasn’t thinking clearly.”
Suddenly, Pierrot pulled you into a tight embrace. You jolted a bit in surprise, but you quickly relaxed and leaned into his touch. His clawed hand slid down the curve of your lower back, giving your plump butt a few gentle spanks. Your face flushed a deep, breathless crimson.
A gasp escaped your lips as you looked up at him in disbelief, your heart hammering wildly. “Pierrot?!” With your pussy still completely bare and exposed on the mattress, Pierrot looked down, licking his lips hungrily.
He grabbed your hand and firmly guided it to the crotch of his pajama pants, forcing you to feel his rigid erection. “My dear, let me help you understand,” he whispered, his gaze intense. “There is a bond between us that no one else can share..not even a toy.”
You stared at him, trying to process the sudden shift in his demeanor and the weight of his words. The atmosphere in the room felt heavy and charged with an emotion you couldn't quite name. Before you could find your voice to respond, he moved to settle beside you, his presence both overwhelming and comforting.
His dark, intense eyes scanned your figure, and you knew exactly what was about to happen. “My dear, can I take off your shirt?” You smiled and nodded quickly. He lifted the pajama shirt over your head, letting your bare breasts bounce free. You never wore a bra to bed since they were far too uncomfortable, and his face lit up instantly at the sight of how gorgeous you looked.
He still couldn't believe you had turned to a toy when he was right there. You wrapped your arms around him, pressing a tender kiss to his cheek. In return, he met your gaze with a fierce, breathless intensity. Pierrot then gently guided you back onto the soft mattress, the connection between you growing stronger in the quiet of the night.
“Pierrot… please, just make love to me already,” you pleaded. He looked down at you, his fierce golden eyes softening into the heart shapes you were so familiar with. “Promise me you won’t ever turn to a toy again, my lady… let me leave my mark on you, inside and out.” Pierrot gently cupped your cheek and kissed it tenderly.
“Y-yes, I promise… I’ll always come to you instead… please…!” You whimpered, looking up at him with pure desire in your eyes. He smiled, thoroughly pleased with your answer.
Without another word, he slid down his pants and boxers, guiding his impressive size right to your entrance. Since your body was already slick and eager from earlier, he had no trouble at all sliding completely inside you.
The instant he buried his cock completely inside you, a loud, breathless moan escaped your lips. Pierrot's smile widened as he looked down, captivated by how perfectly your body welcomed his size. “My love, I’m going to move now,” he whispered, his voice low and rich against your skin. “Just relax and let me do all the work.”
You could only let out a soft, helpless whine in response. Pierrot began with slow, deliberate thrusts before quickly picking up speed. Soon, he was driving into you relentlessly, the fierce rhythm causing your bare breasts to bounce with every passionate movement. You became a breathless, moaning mess beneath him.
The heavy wooden bed began to creak loudly under the intensity of his pace, the noise echoing through the room as if the frame might give out at any moment. Overwhelmed by pleasure, Pierrot buried his face into the crook of your shoulder, letting out a series of deep, gravelly groans.
“You’re so divine, dearest,” he gasped against your skin. “So soft, precious, and completely perfect in every way.” You felt a few tears of pure, intense sensation trickle down your flushed cheeks, entirely consumed by the overwhelming power of his touch.
“M-my dear, I'm about to release inside of you… let’s become one together…” Pierrot gasped. You were completely unable to answer him properly, entirely overwhelmed by the fierce intensity of his rhythm. In a flash, the intensity reached its peak as you both shared a powerful climax. He held you closely, the warmth of the moment lingering between you as you rested together on the bed.
Pierrot pulled you toward him, his arms circling your waist as he whispered against your ear, “My angel… I want more. Could we do this again… if you don’t mind, that is…?” You looked at him, your breath slowly returning, and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. “Of course, Pierrot… just give me a few minutes to recover.”
Once you caught your breath and felt ready for another round, you and Pierrot dove right back into it. He kept you awake for hours, completely consuming you in so many different, mind-melting positions throughout the entire night. Pierrot left your body entirely spent and trembling.
When it was all finally over, he locked you in a tight embrace, breathlessly covering your face in a wild rush of passionate kisses. After the endless, exhausting intimacy you both shared, you quickly collapsed into sleep inside his large arms. Pierrot smiled with pure devotion, gently stroking your bare shoulders while you slept deeply.
He looked down at your resting form, listening to the soft, ragged rhythm of your breath. “Sleep well, my lady. I love you oh so much,” he whispered wholeheartedly. With his final words, he finally drifted off to sleep, keeping you pinned securely against his chest.