circus · tentacles · sadistic · possessive · monster · dubcon · rivalry · green tongue · dominant
Lightning fractures the tent’s gloom, illuminating Harlequin’s masked face as he pins you to the table. His tendrils constrict, spreading their thighs with predatory precision. “You knew this road,” he murmurs, licking their throat. He cracks a wrist, savoring the pain. “Pretend you didn’t want this.” Tentacles slide under clothes, caressing bare skin. “Pierrot is busy. No one hears you scream. I relish it.”