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Furina wasn't necessarily a hard woman to please. In fact, she loved the little things Arlecchino did for her–full-body massages after long, strenuous hours at the theatre, cooking her favorite meals, gratuitous bouquets and pastries, taking the time out of her busy schedule to go over her lines–the woman proved her wrong every time Furina thought she couldn't be more in love with her. But some days, as rare as they came, even Arlecchino found it incredibly draining to satisfy Furina, who wanted for more and more.
Her libido, to be precise.
Arlecchino thrusted her fingers into Furina at an unforgiving pace, lying beside the woman who undulated her hips in a manner that rivaled Arlecchino's as she toyed with her own clit. "Ungh- mmh!"
Arlecchino wasn’t quite sure how long it'd been, but things had started when the couple had arrived home from what had been an awfully exhausting premiere for Furina. Arlecchino should've seen it coming - from the lingering stares and unusual quietness of the actress during the ride home - but it still surprised her when Furina had pounced on her the moment they stepped inside, shoving Arlecchino against their front door. In a blink of an eye, Furina had been pushing her girlfriend towards the bedroom, shedding all of their layers along the way.
Arlecchino had been heeding to Furina's command to ‘fuck her all night’ since then, and began to wonder whether her words weren't the exaggeration she initially thought they were. Furina showed no signs of fatigue at all, her moans unwaveringly steadfast since the first time Arlecchino had made her cum. Not even Arlecchino could keep count of how many times Furina had led her to an orgasm either. Furina was an untiring stream that went on and on.
“Baby,” Furina moaned out as she stroked her clit roughly.
Arlecchino kissed her bare shoulder, looking at Furina but not once letting up as she moved her fingers in and out. The quicker Furina was appeased of her zealous sex haze, the sooner both of them would be able to rest. But that didn't mean she was going to give her girlfriend a half-assed performance–she’d have Furina screaming in pleasure if it was the last thing Arlecchino did.
"Hm?"
"More," Furina panted, biting her lip.
"More?"
Furina nodded her head, and that was all Arlecchino needed for her to pull out her two fingers and add a third before pushing back inside. Furina winced slightly at the addition, then relaxed, focusing on the feeling of Arlecchino's fingers sliding in and out of her cunt.
She raised her hips and held Arlecchino's arm, forcing the woman to ram into her even harder, both of them turning into a loud mess of grunts and choked breaths. Later, Arlecchino swept Furina's hand away and propped herself up onto her opposite elbow to slam deeper at a better angle. She watched Furina thrash her head side to side, one of her hands still stimulating her own clitoris.
Furina willed her eyes open and looked at Arlecchino with a half-lidded gaze. "Baby…"
The woman hummed against Furina's cheek, leaving wet kisses on the side of her face.
"More."
Arlecchino stopped her thrusts and tilted her head back, her eyes meeting Furina's, unsure if her ears had betrayed her. "What?" she asked, voice low.
"More, love. Please…" Furina sounded so desperate, as if she hadn't been touched the whole night.
Arlecchino's eyebrows drew slightly together. "Are you sure?"
Nodding, Furina pulled Arlecchino into a kiss filled with need. She broke them apart and held Arlecchino's face delicately in her hands. "I'm sure. Please, love," she begged, kissing her again before whispering against Arlecchino’s lips, "Fuck me."
Those words triggered something inside Arlecchino's body like a light switch. Like a bottle of champagne bursting from pressure. She rolled away completely from Furina, hanging over the edge of the bed to reach for their dresser. Arlecchino wiped the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand as she found the toy and held it up to her hips. She spared one more glance to her girlfriend, who looked back with her wide, hungry eyes. If that wasn't all the affirmation she needed, Arlecchino didn’t know what was.
She pulled the straps of the harness tightly on her hips, letting out a small gasp as the base of the toy pressed on her clit. She surveyed the new weight on her pelvis, trembling in desire to put it all in Furina.
Arlecchino stared at the length of the toy. Despite herself, Furina’s comfort came first. "Should we-"
Furina shook her head and pulled the woman until she blanketed her. The way Arlecchino’s taller figure veiled her own never failed to turn her on. She took Arlecchino's hand, leading it to feel how ready she was–tangible, tactile evidence of her escalating desire. "Take me now," she demanded.
With a growl, Arlecchino pushed Furina fully onto her back, knocked her knees apart, settled between her legs, and in one blatant thrust, filled her to the brim. Furina cried out a moan, one Arlecchino recognized as louder and needier than the rest, and felt her chest swell.
"Ah! Yes, oh my god-"
Arlecchino repeated the motion, pulling all the way back until the tip, then plunging it back entirely, falling into a rhythm that had Furina grasping for her shoulders.
Furina’s nails were close to drawing blood from Arlecchino's back, definite of the marks she'd be leaving. She locked her legs around the taller woman's waist and mumbled mindlessly into her ear as Arlecchino had her way with her. "Fuck, baby. You're filling me up so well," Furina moaned.
Arlecchino grabbed onto Furina's hips with both hands, pulling her closer each time she thrusted, and found the one spot that made Furina dig her nails even deeper and moan even louder. She struggled to hold back her own cries of pleasure as the base continually pushed back onto her crotch.
Slowly, one of her hands travelled from Furina’s hip to her neck that shone with sweat, placing it there not to rob her lover of air, but as means to reach inside her at a deeper rate.
"Is this what you wanted, droplet? To be fucked by me like this?" Arlecchino said with hard thrusts, her head thrown back. Furina wriggled underneath her, wrapping a hand around Arlecchino's wrist on her neck. The response she received was nothing but another breathy whimper. The straps of the harness on Arlecchino’s pelvis jostled as Furina quivered, a sign of her impending release. Arlecchino chuckled, "Such a greedy girl, aren't you?"
Furina looked at her girlfriend. The titillating sight of Arlecchino above her, face contorted erotically as she fucked her, took her breath away. This was exactly what she wanted.
Her orgasm coursed through her body for the nth time of the night, but it was obvious to both women that this was Furina’s most intense one yet, body shaking in Arlecchino’s hands. The speed of her girlfriend’s hips slowed in time with the final tremors of her release, soothing hands soft on her skin.
When Furina thought that she was going to pull out and finally call it a night, Arlecchino grabbed her by the hips once again, and turned her over onto her knees. Without hesitation, Arlecchino rammed back inside her with force. Furina’s eyes widened in surprise, mouth hung open as she clung onto the headboard for dear life and squealed.
“You wanted more, huh?” Arlecchino groaned. She pounded mercilessly into Furina’s pussy, over and over, watching the woman struggle and fail to fuck her back while the room drowned in their moans. She took Furina’s hands from the headboard, pinned them to her back, and arched the woman’s torso until her face pressed onto the pillows.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Furina muttered into the fabric, her cheek rubbing against the sheets as Arlecchino slammed their bodies together repeatedly. The profound pleasure drew tears to the corners of her eyes.
Arlecchino groaned as she looked down and saw how the toy, covered in Furina’s slick, moved in and out of her lewdly. She could tell that the woman was so close to another release, and knew that she was just the same. Letting go of her wrists, Arlecchino rested her body on top of Furina and turned her face to kiss her. She wanted to be as close to her as possible when they came together.
Furina moaned and sloppily returned Arlecchino's kisses as the woman continued to give it her all. Arlecchino’s hips moved like a piston, then with a strong thrust to Furina’s most erogenous area, she stilled, staying there. Almost simultaneously, Furina also came undone, groans muffled as she felt the rush of vast wetness between their thighs. Arlecchino hugged her tightly, her hot breaths draping her neck.
She pulled out and rolled over, and ripped the straps off of her lower body before tossing it to the side, too exhausted to worry about proper aftercare. When she glanced to the other side of the bed, she chuckled, Furina still facedown and knees bent, curled like a ball. Arlecchino held her by the waist and spun her around herself, pulling Furina right into her arms.
"Darling, are you alright?" she asked. When Furina remained unresponsive, she tried again. "Was I too rough?"
Furina then opened her eyes, a dazed grin growing on her face. "No. You were perfect," she beamed, alight with satisfaction. She wiped the wetness from her eyes.
Finally, Arlecchino thought to herself.
Arlecchino let out a tiny sigh of relief. "This was very different from the massage and bath I planned for you after the show," she kidded.
Furina laughed. "We always have tomorrow."
Arlecchino’s heart warmed at the simplicity of the statement. As mundane as it seemed, knowing that Furina was one of the very few constants in her life filled Arlecchino with unmeasurable joy. She cradled Furina’s jaw with one hand and kissed her tenderly.
“Tomorrow, then.”