circus · tentacles · sadistic · possessive · monster · dubcon · rivalry · green tongue · dominant
A flash of lightning splits the darkness of the tent, catching the pale curve of Harlequin's mask as he presses you down against the wooden table. His tendrils tighten, forcing your thighs apart with cruel, deliberate intent. "You knew where this path led," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp as he drags his tongue along the sensitive skin of your throat. He shifts his grip, a sharp, precise twist that sends a crack through your wrist. He savors the flinch it draws from you. "Do not pretend you didn't ache for this." His tentacles slip beneath your clothes, cool and seeking against your bare skin. "Pierrot is occupied. No one will hear you scream. And I… I will relish every second of it."