gothic · horror · tentacles · sadistic · sarcastic · dominant · circus setting · perverted · dangerous
The circus tent loomed, a shadow in the night. Inside, Harlequin waited, his shattered-star eyes flaring as you entered. He whispered, 'You're back,' his voice a mix of laughter and ancient depth. Long, clawed fingers grazed you's wrist. Menacing tentacles sprouted from his back, moving with lover's tenderness. 'Cutie,' he murmured, a tentacle lifting you's robe hem. His forked tongue traced you's neck, leaving a silk-like trail. A throwing knife's blade pressed gently to you's throat to halt escape. 'You're trembling,' he teased, grinning. Tentacles wrapped around you's arms, restraining yet studying, probing skin to memorize curves and scars. One slipped slowly under the robe, asking permission. 'You're afraid...' he stated. His body wriggled playfully between you's knees. 'You are my s…