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The metal felt cold against the warm skin of her charcoal hand. The sound of the lock turning inside the door being the only thing ringing in her ears as she pulls the keys out. With a last rattle on the handle, Arlecchino assured herself of the door to her office being locked.
And with that she exhaled. Heavily. The weight of a thousand duties seemingly falling from her shoulders as the end of her work day dawned on her. She can go home. Leave all the paperwork, negotiations and annoying agents behind until the next time she‘s unlocking these doors but for now— she is heading home.
Home to her wife.
On her way out Tartaglia came running up to her with a piece of paper. She listened with only half an ear as he seemingly complained about the cafeteria prices being raised once again or something like that. Ever since he came back from the disaster he caused in Fontaine, has the Rooster been keeping him confined within the borders of his homeland. And he only got more annoying and bored with each passing day.
„Arlecchino, we should definitely spar this weekend if you’re free-”
„I‘m busy, Tartaglia.“, she answered, her voice leaving little for discussion as she waved to the coachman to get the carriage ready. But…
„You‘re still here.“
„You didn’t tell me no…“, the ginger shoved his hands into the warm pockets of his coat as the snow slowly coated his hair while it almost immediately melted away on his coworker‘s, who was only narrowing her crimson eyes at him before waving him off.
„I do not have the time for your childish games nor am I interested in handing you your behind on a silver platter. Good Night, Tartaglia.“, her stilettos crunched in the carpet of snow as she headed towards the carriage where an agent already held the door open for his superior to enter. Before she could step a foot inside, a voice echoed through the soft snow storm blowing through her Majesty’s lands.
„You‘re awful at hiding how you‘re practically dying to go back home to your wife, Arlecchino.“, she could hear the smug expression in his voice from miles away, which finally managed to land the faintest smile on her face.
Maybe the kid wasn’t so stupid after all.
The ride back home couldn’t have been more agitating. Having to stop twice for over ten minutes because of an ongoing congestion that formed due to the latest play at the opera house, something about a romantic drama which you‘ve been swooning about in particular for the last weeks. Luckily the VIP tickets for tomorrow’s performance were already neatly tucked away in Arlecchino‘s wallet. She‘s only been debating whether or not she should surprise you with them when she gets home or simply take you there under the disguise of one of your regular dinner dates. But then you‘d probably complain about not wearing a suitable outfit for the opera… decisions over decisions… she must decide carefully…
Much to her delight did the rest of the ride go quite smoothly after passing the city borders into the snow laced avenue leading to the Hearth‘s main seat in Snezhnaya. With the mountains of her majesty hiding behind the pine trees and blocking the road off of tonight’s moonlight, the Harbinger allowed herself to lean back and enjoy this calming part of her everyday routine.
In her mind she already pictured how she’d walk through the door and into the warmth of her home, hanging up her coat and letting the snow melt away on her hair with the soft smell of warm cinnamon and sugar laying heavy in the air from baking cookies with the children. The house will be silent with no childish laughter echoing through the halls or the running of small feet on the floor. Your shared child asleep in their crib and soft snores filling the nursery that make the Harbinger‘s heart swell inside her chest almost painfully, a cursed finger running gently over the chubby cheek and over the soft coat of white hair. It was all the woman needed.
That and the woman laying waiting in their bed.
Before she could slip any further into her dream a gust of cold wind wiping out the warmth of the carriage ripped her out of it. The carriageman gestured her to step out as one of the few trusted butlers opened the door to the mansion for her.
„Welcome back, my Lord.“, he greeted her, taking off the heavy coat from her shoulders after closing the door behind her.
„Good evening, Charles. I take it that you’ve had some matters to take care of since you‘re still awake at this hour?“, her tone was calm, the exhaustion now slowly taking over as she freed her feet of those deadly heels she loves to wear and suppressed a sigh of relief as her foot hits the cold marble floor.
„Not necessarily, my Lord. I‘m merely doing my job. Her Lady is upstairs waiting for you if I‘m not mistaken. I almost had to banish her from the kitchen today, it is beyond my knowledge how a single person can bake so many cookies in one day…“, he explained today’s events as he walked his superior to the staircase, passing the kitchen on their way where the Harbinger scratched the back of her head at the sight of… a whole tower of cookie containers piling up on the counter
„Who is supposed to be eating those…?“
„The children, my Lord.“
„Diabetes and cavities, Charles.“
A short moment of silence.
„Lord Tartaglia and his siblings would surely appreciate the gesture.“
„I‘d like to get this idiot off of my back in this lifetime. Let‘s just… sighs …let this be a problem for tomorrow.“, she answered, continuing on her journey to your chambers and bidding Charles a Good Night, making a straight beeline to the baby‘s nursery after walking up the stairs and sneaking on soft soles up to the source of those little snores.
Arlecchino will never get used to this sight. The sight of her child sleeping safe and sound in their crib, something she helped create. Watched them being brought into this world by the person she loves and values the most. A miracle wearing your facial features and hair. It almost made her heart explode from adoration and pride. But she was breathing. Breathing and according to the round tummy fed to the brim so after a soft kiss being pressed to her cheek, Arlecchino left the nursery for the bathroom to get ready for bed before she savors whatever sight is awaiting. A habit she‘s developed over the years of your relationship— to never enter the bedroom if she has still got stuff on her plate to do. Because who in their right mind would choose work or brushing your hair and teeth when your face is already buried deep within your wife‘s chest? The answer should be self explanatory.
With clean teeth, brushed hair, an empty bladder and her sleepwear consisting of a silken long-sleeve button-up shirt and long pants she slipped out of the bathroom and to your bedroom door where she wiped out the candles scattered around the mansion with a simple snap of her fingers.
Your eyes were still fixed on the book you‘ve been so invested in for the past days as the hinges of the door began screeching, when a certain somebody pushed it open.
„My love…“, it was more of a reassurance to herself that you were finally within her vicinity again than an actual greeting, but you still answered.
„Good evening, my dear husband.“, you said softly, finally putting the book down on your nightstand and looking up at your spouse, who looked like she was about to fall to her knees at the sight of her wife in their shared bed.
„Did you have fun baking an entire months worth of cookies today?“, she smiled slightly at you as she let herself down on the mattress and immediately closed the distance between you with a loving kiss to your lips as she ran her thumb over your cheek.
„Mh… quite the entertainment, I must admit…“, you snickered before you melted into yet another kiss, „Baby was suspiciously calm today, probably because Papa wasn‘t there to spoil them…“
„I‘m not spoiling our child. I‘m merely fulfilling my duties as Father.“, she remarked before kissing your jawline and bending further down to bury her nose in your neck, inhaling this intoxicating scent that draped a cloak of calmness over her raging mind.
„Of course, honey… There, There…“, you cooed and whispered as you gestured her with a pat to her back to get comfortable and the mattress sank further as she shifted between your legs and laid her head down onto your chest without as much as a sigh.
It was calm moments like these that you truly enjoyed in your marriage. Moments where it was just the two of you, with no prying eyes and no curious children to disturb and free of any expectations you’re expected to fulfill. Right now you were holding Peruere, your husband in your embrace and not Arlecchino, the Fourth Fatui Harbinger.
The clock ticked slowly away on the wall as the candle on your nightstand slowly lost its light as it burned to an end, leaving the two of you in a dim silence that felt neither suffocating nor awkward.
„Don‘t you want to talk about your day, dearest…?“, you asked her, a hand still working through her silken strands as you felt her fingers fumbling with the fabric of your gown. Though the only answer you got was a slight shake of her head before she further melted into you like a puddle.
„Work is the last thing on my mind right now.“
„That is a pretty valid statement…“, you chuckled at her cute state, „How fast do you think would your reputation crumble if people got wind of this side of yours…?“
„I have more important matters at hand than worrying about people finding out that I love my wife. How utterly shocking that would be, truly a scandal worthy of the front page on The Steambird.“, she dryly shot back, only now slowly lifting herself back up on her hands to look at you. But her stoic facade crumbled almost immediately with the hint of a smile forming on her lips.
„Hmpf. What are you smiling at…?“, slowly you lifted your hand up to cup her cheek in your palm which got welcomed by Peruere further leaning into your touch, a charcoal hand closing over your own as she hummed in delight.
„You look charming tonight. As always.“, turning her head to press a kiss to your warm palm, her crimson eyes smoldered with heat as they observed your reaction.
„I haven’t showered in two days and-”
„Even better.“, her lips sealed yours off before you had the chance to answer, a hand running along the curves of your side before her fingers got to work on opening up the ribbon that’s been keeping your gown together.
You indulged her happily, even if taken aback at first. Your fingertips pressing into her nape to keep her fixed on your mouth as you feel her tongue shoving deep into it, teeth clashing together as she nudges your own. Your body grew hot with desire, a pink flush creeping up on your face as you willingly parted your legs for her, which was an obvious enough invitation. Arlecchino answered in kind. Shoving open the silk of your robe and exposing your bare body to her, decorated with stretch marks from when you carried your child underneath your heart which she counted more often than she‘d admit.
„Look at you, such an eager little thing you are…“, her voice was a mere whisper between shared kisses, her finger tip trailed down between your full breasts to your navel until she reached your pubic mound where she let her touch linger.
„You want me to continue, sweetheart…?“, sultriness rounded up the edges of her already softened tone as she watches your almost pained expression. You couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t think when she looked at you through half-lidded eyes, that subtle smile tugging on her lips as you already started to feel the wetness forming between your legs.
At the end you only managed an eager nod, answered by fingers shoving through your bush and being greeted with hot slick already clinging to your folds, eliciting a choked noise from you before your Husband pressed her lips to your temple as her fingers circled over your clenching slit.
„Please— Honey—“, your hips bucked into her hand, having her fingertips pressed further against your aching hole as she clicked her tongue at the display of your desperation.
„When did I teach you to be so impatient…?“, she inquired with a smile too innocent for the fingers that dive knuckles-deep into your pussy right after she finished her sentence. You bit your lower lip, ignoring the sting as you wanted to keep the noise down as you felt her digits brushing against your sensitive, welcoming walls before they curled up into that delicate spot with dangerous accuracy.
„My lovely wife… had such an exhausting day, didn’t she…?“, she cooed lowly as her lips brushed your ear, her loose hair tickling your nose as you press your nose into her neck, letting her hot skin muffle the lewd noises she is dragging out of you with each move of her fingers.
„My, so noisy today… I‘ve missed you so much..,“, slowly, she started to inhale that scent of yours again. That intoxicating, addicting scent, somehow always able to smooth the waves of her own destructive mind.
„You— hah… Y…You always miss me—!“, you breathed out between moans, your hips lifting themselves up to meet her hand at a more devastating angle as she suddenly picked up a rhythm that could only be described as ravenous. Your lips parted against her before your teeth were already sinking down into her skin, your fingers pressing into her nape as you kept her pressed against you when you came over her fingers with an earth-shattering sensation crushing over you that pulled the air out of your lungs. Walls clenching around your husband’s fingers as your breathing came out ragged and shallow as the pleasure zipping through your spine subsides and you let yourself fall backwards into the softness of your pillow, meeting Arlecchino’s satisfied expression with a soft smile.
„Felt good, sweetheart?“, she murmurs gently, her voice so utterly sweet as she removes her fingers from inside you and massages the fat of your thighs with her slick-coated digits. But her dick is threatening to rip through the fabric of her sleepwear, the unspoken desire pulsating through every vein of her cock and you catch her shifting her knees to give the bulge more space.
„Mh, not enough… need more…“, you whimper and tug her closer by sneaking a finger behind the waistband of her pants.
„Not enough, you say…? We can’t have that… Absolutely not…“, Arle whispers and removes her hand from your thigh to pull down her pants alongside her underwear until her dick springs free with an almost relieving groan. The tip already leaking with precum as she lets it rest in your pussy before placing both of her hands on your knees to slowly push them apart.
And when she dives into you after lubing herself up through your slick folds you falter. Nails digging into her nape as she presses her forehead against you, feeling your walls welcome her so tightly, so warm. Molding so perfectly around her tip, every little vein running along her shaft the further she shoves herself into. It has her mind going blank for a moment. A hand grabbed onto the headboard of your bed for support as another grabbed your hip to keep you in place.
„Fuck—”
„You‘re big— Oh my god, Per—”, you whimper as you get used to her size, slightly squirming around despite the hand holding you down as your lungs feel way too small for the amount of oxygen you need right now. Her hand burns on your skin as Arlecchino gasps for air, her eyes pressed strictly shut as you see her chest rising and falling with an almost feral rhythm. And just when the black lines on her arms started to turn red—
„Peruere, focus—!“, you try to yell out and she inhales with one deep, sharp breath and forces her eye back open. Her eyes burning like embers, almost glowing as her arms start to return to her normal color and then. Then she starts moving. Fast.
„Forgive me, dearest…“, she apologizes and leans down into your neck where she nibbles on your soft skin when her tip kisses your cervix with an intentional effort that has your back melting into an arch.
And then hammered you into the mattress. Just like you wanted her to. Grabbing your ass with one cursed hand to keep your bottom half lifted up and her lips attack your breasts as they move with her hips battering into your own with the urgency of an animal in heat.
You‘re mewling, moaning and everything else to express just how good that dick grinding in and out of your clenching cunt feels like. You lick almost desperately over her neck, her skin tasting salty on your tongue before you drag your nails along her back as you feel that high approaching, feel your husband‘s cock twitching between your walls sucking her in as you come over her with a whorish moan getting muffled into the muscles of her shoulder, your leg slightly kicking out besides her before you feel her retreating from your still aching pussy and feel her seed painting your stomach in thick, white ropes.
Arlecchino groaned. Groaned and stared down at your dirty tummy— and groaned even more at the realization of her cum not being inside of you.
But you immediately get why she did what she did despite still floating on cloud 777.
You couldn’t take the risk of another pregnancy this early.
But a look into each others eyes was all that was needed before she helped you flip around on your stomach, your knees pressing into the mattress as your present her with your ass, being so bold and reaching behind you to run your finger along your pussy lips before spreading them apart for her.
„‘ne more….“, you slur and gasp into the pillow when her tip slaps against your puffy clit. You just needed her inside right now. Needed her as close as possible.
„My sweet thing… hold still…“, she grabs a hold of her shaft to guide the tip up and down your slick coated folds before she angled her hips and shoved herself with one smooth push back into your warmth, „I will take good care of my wife…“
You don’t even register the hand running soothingly over your back as she plows into you from behind, slurred whispers of how good you’re doing for her leave her mouth and she has half a mind to slap your ass when she pulls herself together and instead combs your hair that’s been messily scattered over the pillow onto one side.
Archons. You are the epitome of beauty to her.
„Just like that. Hah… so beautiful… so tight around me—”, she almost whines when you squeeze around her again, feels your walls sucking her in as your sounds of pleasure get swallowed by the pillow and she sighs as her own orgasm dies down before she’s had the chance to pull out.
Your lungs felt like they were set on fire by the time you felt her dick gently leaving you and two hands on your shoulder turning you onto your back again. The air felt cold crisp in your throat again as the adrenaline builds down and you open your eyes to see your husband’s face distorted with what you can only identify as worry.
„Okay- I… I’m okay…“, you reassured her and immediately saw her shoulders sinking down at the relief before your eyes traveled to her crotch where her cock was still visibly hard and leaking.
„Let‘s get you cleaned up then, it will go down on its own…“, she waved it off after noticing your brows furrowing at the condition of her penis and helped you sit up by your hands— when she got suddenly pushed onto her back.
„That… won’t do.“, you squeeze her breast as you tower over her figure, still out of breath and not feeling anything below your waist, but you were determined.
„Sweetheart, please… I don’t want you to exhaust yourself like this.“
„I pushed a whole baby out of me and you think a bit of sucking your dick will knock me out?“
…Touché.
Her silence was confirmation enough for you as you smiled and crawled down between her legs where you got to work with no hesitation and licked up a stripe from base to tip. Tasting yourself on her shaft until you get to the tip and let your tongue swirl around her cockhead, drawing out a small moan from her as you feel her fingers winding through your hair.
„Fuck.“
Deeply, you inhaled. Swallowed your saliva before your lips parted and you halfway dove down her cock with your mouth, which was as far as you were willing to go for this time. The preparation to deepthroat her were far too exhausting for now but you knew she’ll welcome anything as long as it comes from you.
Her curses came out stammered and the hand ripping into the sheets glitched and distorted into all kinds of colors. Sadly something you missed.
Hollowing out your cheeks you began bobbing your head up, drawing out a choked noise from your husband when her dick twitched against your tongue, still incredibly sensitive from earlier and you know this won’t take long. So you grabbed her lower shaft with your hand, moving it along to your head and feel her fingers tighten and tug at your scalp before you let your teeth graze the curve of her tender tip, which was apparently all that was left for her to spurt her salty load into your mouth. The texture of her was gooey on your tongue and you swallowed eagerly as cum still dripped out of her in irregular intervals until your mouth was empty and her dick soft when you carefully released her from your grip.
„And…? Do I still got it…?“, you asked with a chuckle and batted your eyelashes at your husband who was looking like she just survived an ambush on her life with tousled hair and even drool threatening to run down her chin before she quickly caught herself and combed her hair back.
„Never doubted you in the first place, ma chère…“
Maybe you should stay in bed tomorrow instead of handing out cookies for the entire day…