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Furina could not remember how she got to Arlecchino’s bedroom.
It had been nigh impossible after their confession to keep their hands off of each other. They kept a distance in public as they briskly walked – practically sprinted – to the House of the Hearth, but the two lovebirds could not stop the way their hands would brush against each other and the breathless laughter in each other’s ears.
Hell, by the time they were well and truly in the halls of the house, Arle scooped Furina up in her arms, the effortlessness of which made Furina’s stomach swoop in arousal. “I’m not letting you get away,” she had growled, and barreled inside her room, pinning Furina against the bed and kissing her cheeks.
“Arle-“ Furina laughed between kisses. She was trying so hard to not lose herself. “Arle – the door – the kids –“
As if on cue, three sharp raps sounded against the door. “Father?” Freminet’s voice called. “I have a report. Are you free?”
Arlecchino huffed against Furina’s collarbone, before pulling away with a groan. “One moment, Freminet,” she called. Leaning in for one more kiss before leaving, Arle whispered, “Make your nest. I’ll be right back. Then we’ll have the whole week.”
Furina hummed, breathing in the scent of her alpha on her bedsheets as she left and closed the door behind her. She had never been in Arle’s bedroom before. Their trysts were usually conducted in Furina’s apartment, where the omega felt safest – but if they were to mate, Arlecchino would need to feel that her omega was secure for a whole week. And for that, the House of the Hearth was a fortress.
Immediately Furina began pulling out Arlecchino’s entire wardrobe and throwing it about the room. Her nesting instincts weren’t quite as strong without her heat, but the anticipation of the whole ritual was enough for her to start moving pillows and bundling up clothes. She even placed her own clothes in a little nook on Arlecchino’s side of the bed, for the alpha to rut into.
She even began digging into a basket of laundry tucked away in a small corner. The acrid scent of alpha sweat smelled like roses to her nose, and sweetest of them all was a pair of boxers, with a dark stain on its crotch. Absent-mindedly and entirely on instinct, Furina brought it to her nose and breathed in deep…
Which is how Arle found her when she returned.
Furina froze, suddenly aware of what she was doing. Had she crossed a line again? Not that she had before, but this was definitely a new kinky thing for them and-
Arlecchino laughed, dispelling Furina’s spiral entirely. After locking the door, she crossed the room and flopped into Furina, laying them on the floor and nuzzling into her hair.
“It’s okay, you can use them.” Arle kissed her jaw as Furina whimpered, moving downward languidly. Reaching her neck, she growled. “Why is this still on?”
Ah, right. The collar. Furina had remembered to strip naked, but she supposed wearing the thing that protected her scent gland was second nature to her now. Before she could even answer, though, Arlecchino was already gnawing at it, growling and pawing and her breasts.
“Arle- Arle, let me take it off.” She squeaked as the Knave passed her thumb over her nipple, but she continued biting around the offending neckwear, growling and snarling getting louder as her scent became sharper. That…was new.
“Arlecchino!” Furina put an edge to her tone, not angry, but sharp enough to snap Arlecchino out of it for a moment. Panting heavily, the Knave stopped, hovering over Furina and panting heavily.
“Are you…in rut?”
“Ah, sorry…I may have stopped taking my suppressants a few weeks ago in anticipation for this… But no, I don’t think it’s started yet. It definitely will when I mark you, though.” She began pulling off her own clothes, sweat visible on her chest and brow. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure I wear condoms though.”
Archons, even on the verge of madness Arlecchino was still thinking of her. Well, might as well let the cat out of the bag now.
“Actually…” Furina fiddled with the collar’s clasp, looking pointedly at the ceiling. “I talked to my doctor a few months back, and he said I could take contraceptive pills… So if you wanted, you could…” Furina found herself too embarrassed to finish the sentence, and instead finished taking her collar off.
Turning back towards Arlecchino, she almost ran away in fear. The look on her alpha’s face was downright ravenous, and for a moment Furina thought she was facing a starving Rishboland tiger. “Furina…” she groaned.
Furina half-laughed, half-sighed. Outstretching her arms, she cooed, “C’mere, Daddy.”
Furina felt herself flying through the air, landing on soft sheets and plush mattresses. She giggled as Arlecchino growled and began kissing her all over. Her neck, her cheeks, her nose. Furina wriggled.
“What are you doing?”
“You didn’t know I love you,” Arle murmured. “I’m making sure you know now.”
Furina sighed, completely smitten. She had thought Arlecchino would waste no time, being on the edge of her rut, but Furina liked this too. They never had had sex outside of her heart – something, she realized now, that was probably done out of respect for Furina herself. Arlecchino was not the type to cross boundaries unless invited. And though this mating ritual would reduce her to her natural instincts like any other heat, Furina was anxious to be able to be slightly more aware of her surroundings this time. At the very least, she probably wouldn’t ache as much as she did during her heats, thanks to 500 years of bad suppressants.
So even though she was absolutely enjoying the tender love and care, Furina quickly grew restless. “Do you…want me to suck you off first?”
Arle pulled back, considering the question. But her answer didn’t take long. “No,” she said, low and deep, and a thumb swiping over her clit immediately silenced any protest.
Before she knew it, Arle had arranged them so that she sat on the alpha’s lap, her back against her chest, facing – much to Furina’s horror – a long mirror reflecting every lurid inch of what they were doing.
Immediately Furina tried to wriggle away, but Arle’s legs came up and over her own thighs, trapping and spreading Furina’s legs apart while the Knave worked tirelessly at her clit.
“Look at you.” The Knave nipped at Furina’s ear, placing a firm hand on her throat, her thumb on her jaw – a warning not to look away. “You’re so beautiful. My lovely droplet. Look how wet you are for me.”
Furina was forced to watch as Arle used two fingers to spread her labia apart, watching her own hole leak and wink at the mirror, clenching desperately around nothing.
“Even this part of you is gorgeous.” Furina whimpered as Arle brought her fingertips down to swipe at her entrance, spreading the slick around. Though, it wasn’t even like she needed to, since Furina got wet so easily and was already staining the sheets.
Furina could see her jaw loll open as Arle entered her, her pussy greedily taking her fingers. Both of them groaned as she felt her walls flutter, and soon the room was filled with the sound of schlick, shlick, shlick.
“So pretty, so beautiful,” Arlecchino kept murmuring into her ear, licking and biting. Her red-crossed pupils were fixated on the image in the mirror, her legs flexing to keep Furina in place as she bucked and moaned. “My omega. My pretty omega. Will you cum for me?”
It wasn’t even a question. Finally allowed to look away, Furina threw her head back as she convulsed, crewing her eyes tight as her pleasure crested. Riding the high, she bucked her hips a few more times, before grunting in pain when the thumb on her clit became too much.
But Arlecchino wasn’t stopping.
“Arle…” Furina groaned. She could feel something coming, and she was shivering trying to stop it. “Arlecchino, wait, I’m gonna- it’s gross-“
“Really? I like it,” Arle mused, continuing her onslaught. “My pretty little baby wants to mark her territory like the bitch she is. So, go ahead, slut. Piss yourself.”
The combination of degradation and praise immediately pushed Furina to the edge again, and, unable to hold back, she felt her bladder loosen. Immediate relief and pleasure flooded her senses, and the more primal part of her brain preened at the sight of Arle’s reflection being marked.
Arlecchino eased off this time, letting Furina come down from her high. She had buried her fangs in Furina’s shoulder, purring and growling while softly moving her hips against Furina’s ass.
Furina blinked. “You didn’t mark me?”
Arle let go, pulling back. She was obviously desperate to take Furina, but something was holding her back. “I thought you would want to bite me first.”
“Oh! Oh um, okay… Lay down,” Furina ordered, turning around and gently pushing a hand against Arle’s chest. The obedient alpha reclined against her sheets, raising and arm and resting a hand against her forehead.
As Furina hovered over her, she couldn’t help but stare. She had never seen the harbinger so vulnerable before. Her chest was heaving, her face flushed, looking at Furina expectantly and pleadingly. As Furina traced a finger down her throat, she even whined.
“I didn’t know you could make that noise,” Furina chuckled.
“Furina,” she huffed. “Stop teasing me.”
“Hmm? Even though you tease me all the time?”
Arle snarled, but there was no anger behind it. She merely gripped Furina’s waist as though it were a rope keeping her from falling off the edge of a cliff. Her eyelids fluttered, trying to focus on not flipping their positions.
Well, all right. Enough torture then.
Furina nuzzled at her neck, sniffing for her scent gland. The scent of cinders and cedar wood filled her nostrils, and, unable to hold her own self back any longer, she bit down. Admittedly, perhaps, a little too hard.
Arlecchino roared. What would have normally scared Furina shitless somehow compelled her to bite harder as something within the omega snapped. Every cell in her body was screaming, cheering, egging her on: This is mine. Don’t let go. It’s your right.
Now more attuned to Arle’s scent, she could read her emotions much better. In pain, sure, but indescribably happy.
Satisfied with her work, Furina finally let go, licking the blood away from the bite. Sheepishly, she bared her own neck to Arle in turn.
The alpha was much more gentle, pinching and prodding with her fangs before sinking her teeth in, never with more force than what was necessarily (Furina felt a little guilty now), and the omega shivered as all her primal synapses fired off, her hormones going into overdrive and beginning her heat.
The twinge in her uterus was immediate, but it wasn’t as painful as when she was actually in-cycle. And, though she was definitely out of her mind, Furina felt a lot more lucid. She pulled away from Arle, sitting up and resting on the Knave’s scarred thighs.
Strange. Furina thought she would be pinned down by now. But her hands made contact with something sticky, and, looking down, she almost cackled.
Poor Arle. Ejaculating from a single mating bite.
“Did we get excited?” Furina slurred, drunk off of the scent filling the air. Arlecchino glared at her as she licked the semen off her palm, sighing at how good it tasted.
Now she was well and truly pinned, the air momentarily being knocked out of her lungs as her big, strong alpha towered over her, snarling.
“Mine?”
“Yours. Go ahead, alpha. You can take me now.”
The alpha surged forward, and Furina gritted her teeth and hissed as she felt her walls being entered. Archons, Arlecchino was stupidly big. Not just her dick, but her body, her hands – Furina’s senses were totally flooded by Arle, Arle, Arlecchino. And her body was singing in joy about it.
She felt herself being folded in half as Arlecchino hoisted Furina’s thighs over her shoulders, and begun thrusting in earnest. Furina gipped the sheets tightly as she felt her muscles protest, the pain making the pleasure all the sweeter as she felt Arlecchino’s balls hit her perineum with each thrust, the plap plap plap sounds of skin meeting skin filling the room.
“Mine, mine, mine,” Arlecchino chanted, burying her face in Furina’s neck and licking at the mating mark.
“Yours, yours Daddy,” Furina answered, holding onto her alpha’s back for dear life. Feeling Arle hit a particularly sweet spot deep within her depths by her cervix, she moaned. “Yes! Right there, Daddy. Oh, Archons. Cum in me-“
“Gonna breed you. Gonna make you mine, Babygirl.”
“I’m already yours, baby.” Furina’s breath hitched as she felt Arlecchino’s knot begin to swell, bullying her entrance. “Always yours.”
Arlecchino kissed her, deep and heavy, teeth clacking with the rushed movement. Furina could feel her own orgasm coming again, raking her nails down Arlecchino’s back. The alpha grunted, and did three, slow, deep thrusts, before popping her knot in on the fourth, and coming violently.
Furina cried as her orgasm hit, tears of bliss prickling at her eyes as she felt herself filled with a stupid amount of cum. Every time she thought Arle was done, the alpha would groan and another spurt would be wrung out of her, making Furina shiver.
Finally, Arle flopped down, cuddling Furina and turning them onto their side, both of them grunting as the knot that tied them together shifted with the movement. They laid there in contented silence, neither feeling the need to speak, just simmering in the scent of their love.
After a little while, Arle pulled out, watching her cum ooze out of Furina’s red and weeping pussy. Seemingly dissatisfied at the waste, she put two fingers back into Furina, pushing her semen back inside while the little omega moaned, drooling into her pillow.
“More,” Arle ordered, and Furina glanced back at her.
“Yes, alpha.”