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Ever since the beginning, Pierrot had quickly found out that your nature is simple: Be kind and treat others with respect but protect when needed. Pierrot adored your kindness, and your seemingly easy fearlessness; If anything, he looked up to you for it. As you and the Pierrot grew closer to one another, he would notice the way your eyes seem to stay moving, scanning your surroundings. He would observe with a heavy silence, wishing to quell your fears, but he knows not much can be done until you grant him access to your being. So, instead he will brood and act as a brick wall keeping you safe until you come to the conclusion that he is fit to be your lifelong mate.
It all began when you gently handed him one of your many pink band-aids. As your hand gently caressed his, folding his fingers to enclose around your gift, his whole world lit aflame as he felt your nails dreamily scrap over his gloves acting as a second skin. Right, second skin. As much as he wishes, he knows your kind would never accept a monster such as himself to be a mate. However, you felt different. You gave him a feeling no human ever has had before. His fingers itch to throw the mask off of his face, to show you who he really is behind the masks and makeup. He yearns to feel those nails scraping at his horns, his back, his neck. He wants it all.
He wants your nails to scratch him so deep there will be nothing but his blood covering your body, marking you as his. He wants your teeth sinking into his flesh so deep that there is an ache left in your wake that causes him to rut into his palm each night, knowing you had a taste of him. He wants you to mark him, over and over that even a ring sits around his heavy cock screaming, "I am taken." Oh, how he would kill to feel your mouth all over, those sweet lips that wrap so nicely around your crumb-covered fingers after you eat a delicious, sweet treat.
A sweet treat that occasionally, will hold a certain substance that causes you to squirm in your seat as Pierrot's mouth water like he's sniffing a bitch in heat. Your scent, he could never get enough of. Whether you are heavily aroused or not, he always becomes semi-hard at just your natural scent alone. Your shampoo is so mouth-wateringly good he cannot help himself but to bury his face in your hair after you passed out from whatever he drugged you with that night. You still haven't figured out what that sticky residue that ends up on your inner thighs is, but the face you make as you wake up is enough to make him groan heavily into his gloved hand that still holds the scent of his ejaculation.
Before you, he was never the type to be such a pervert. But now? He has changed. There has been a time or two that he shoves your vibrator into his mouth just to suck off your slick as you clean yourself up in the bathroom. He is lucky you get so sopping wet that you don't question why its dripping when you take it to the bathroom to wash it off. It both ruins his day and makes his day seeing the pink bastard sitting on your bedside table charging until its full. He knows he could give you so much more. About two times the length of your six-inch toy, and large in width, he swears he could give you the best orgasm of your life by just stuffing you full for the first time.
He has imagined what different spots you have on the inside, what causes your brow to furrow as you focus on unraveling the knot in your belly and feeling the rush come over you one more time. He adores how you've gotten better stamina ever since he's come along. He could put that to good use. He's had a tiny taste, sure. But nothing like wrapping his tongue around your sensitive pearl and sucking it into his mouth as your thighs come around to pull his head deeper, and deeper, and deeper-
"Pierrot? You in there?" He snaps out of his lustful daydreaming. You sit there, smiling gently as you hold a new sweater up for him to see. Right, shopping. He no longer stands in his circus clothes, but in a pair of combat pants, laced up boots, and a hoodie. Even though his face is covered both by hoodie and face mask, you can see his eyes crinkle with a smile as he thumbs the fabric. His eyes follow you as you look around curiously. "I wonder if there is a changing room..." You hum as you continue looking around. His pupils constrict as he becomes hopeful, but he knows that it would be for the best if you did not allow him inside. You would no longer be allowed in the store if he could take you in their dressing room.
Your eyes light up as you point to the other side of the store, seeing the large sign that says, "Dressing Rooms." He follows closely behind as you take multiple items with you to try on. As you count the number of items you have for the clerk, Pierrot looks through the clothes you picked with curiosity. A couple sweaters, and a couple pairs of jeans, some light and some dark. He cannot wait. You disappear into a dressing room, leaving poor Pierrot alone to wait for your return. He pouts like a child, sitting on a nearby bench to wait. A minute or two later, you come out in a cute light brown and white sweater that was long enough to cover your behind and engulf your hands. His pupils constrict into loving little hearts as he nods his head vigorously to show his approval. You giggle, "Alright, alright! You're going to make yourself dizzy if you keep doing that." You turn back around to go back. He waits for a couple more minutes, and you show up yet again but this time, but he ABSOLUTELY loves this sweater.
Drool slips out of the side of his mouth before he could catch it, eyes immediately locking onto the column of your neck exposed. The sweater you adorn is a deep burgundy color, long and soft like the other one, but the collar... Oh, it slips down both shoulders perfectly, your whole collarbone exposed with just two straps holding the sweater up. He stays silent and still but folds a bit in on himself to conceal his cock straining at the cargos he is wearing. Perfection, you are.
You tuck some of your hair behind your ear and smile shyly as you say, "it's a yes, I take it?" He nods slowly and then watches as you leave to change into something different. This time, it's jeans. These have some rips in the legs but aren't really anything too special. You come out looking indifferent and watch as he makes a motion with his hand that says, "eh." You nod in agreement and turn around to try on your other pair, before you hear him choke on his spit. Whirling around, you witness his face turn cherry red as one hand comes up to pull his mask higher onto his face. You tilt your head, but he quickly motions for you to go change. You shrug and start walking again.
His cock throbs oh so hard in his pants as he struggles to breathe. Those rips weren't just in the front, oh no. They made it up to just below your ass, showing a descent amount of what you were carrying. And he could see the fact that you were not wearing your everyday grannies, you had to have been wearing something special. Last but not least, you come out in another pair of jeans, these that nice blue color that brings out your skin tone. He nods shakingly, approving of how they look. They hug the hips nice from what he could see, but then you did a little spin for him. Oh heavens.
They hugged your ass so tightly he feels as if it would be hard to move. You turn back around to face him and smile, waiting for the answer. As you wait, you pop your hip out to find a more comfortable stance, and it shows more of your shapely hips. He doesn't have to think, he nods quickly. You laugh, "okay, that's it for this store. Let me take these off really quick so we can get out of here." He nods more calmly and prepares to wait once more. However, as you turn around and he leans in to get a better view, a scream breaks the noise. You whirl around violently. Pierrot stands quickly, hands reaching out to grab you as his back straightens to seem more intimidating.
But as you go quiet to listen, another scream sounds out, but you quickly come to find it sounds like a child. All you hear next, is "MOMMY" before you duck out of Pierrot's grasp and begin sprinting. You hear him gasp sharply before you hear heavy footsteps follow closely behind. As you turn corners, your eyes lock onto a long, glass vase sitting nearby on a shelf. Without much thought, you grab it by the neck and continue sprinting through the store. You feel fingers brush against your waist, but that just urges you to run faster. Finally, you can see your target.
An older man, tugging at the hand of a young boy who fights the grasp. They both see you, your eyes lock with the young boys, seeing the extreme fright that angered you to no end. The old man's eyes are full of determination but fear as he sees not only a fuming woman, but an angry 6'5 man following closely behind. In a second, he throws the boy over his shoulder and begins to run. A yelp shatters your resolve as you see red. You somehow find it in you to speed up, sliding when just close enough to the man. Knocking the pair over, you watch as the older man falls onto the ground with a pained wheeze and crawl to catch the boy before he falls. You watch in horror as the boy falls just far enough from you that you cannot catch him.
You wince, ready to hear pained screaming, but instead hear a loud "oof". You squint to look, seeing giant hands cradling the poor boy higher up off of the ground. You prepare to fight, pupils tightening as you begin to stand, but that is quickly short lived as you make eye contact with Pierrot. Sighing in relief, you kneel to catch your breath. A groan catches your attention. You look over to find the creep trying to stand, but you decide knocking him over isn't doing enough. You growl as you pounce on the man, nails digging into his skin as he yelps out. You shove him farther into the ground and watch as his head delightfully hits the ground below hard enough to knock him out.
But you are still horribly angry and raise a hand to throw at least a couple punches in, but a large hand catches you by your wrist. You look up in anger, but groan as you meet Pierrot's gaze. He whispers, "I want him to hurt, too, my lady. However, you will get in trouble throwing punches in public like this." You sigh heavily, before getting off of the man. Staring down at him, you finally address the situation. "Uh-" Before you could speak, a body hits yours. Pierrot holds the boy out for you to hold instead, which you do without thinking. Propping the boy up on your hip, you watch as Pierrot grabs the man by his collar and throws him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Looking back at the boy to distract yourself, you whisper, "you okay, baby?" The boy, who has been watching in awe, tears up immediately. Your face crumples as the boy's face gets buried into your shoulder and loud sobs echo out.
"It's okay, honey. Let it all out. You're okay, we've got you." You peck the top of the boy's head, rubbing between his shoulder blades as you like when you're upset. Rocking your body, you begin walking with Pierrot, who has an unreadable expression on his face. Both of you know the first step is to go to the front, where an announcement can be made to hopefully reunite this little boy with his (Hopefully) worried sick mother.
As you walk, you feel the head pressed against your shoulder nuzzle a little harder, no doubt trying to dry his tears and find comfort. You nuzzle the top of his head back and ruffle his hair as your steps rock him into heavy silence. It didn't last long before you hear, "thank you miss." "You're welcome, honey." You and Pierrot make it to the front of the store, and as the clerk makes an announcement and also calls the police, you sit on a nearby bench to calm yourself.
Holding the little boy close to your chest to keep him protected, you watch your surroundings. The man is still knocked out cold, now on the floor from where Pierrot shrugged him off like trash. The little boy is close to falling asleep, nuzzling into one of your breasts as he nods off. You look up in shock, hoping no one saw the interaction, but Pierrot finds your gaze immediately. His gaze is heavy, but you cannot see his expression well with the mask on his face. "My baby, where is my baby?!" You look up, finding a crying woman with a stroller rolling uselessly in front of her, horrifyingly empty.
You stand quickly, adjusting the little body on your hip before speaking. "Over here, Ma'am!" The woman's head snaps towards you before beginning to sob in relief, her shoulders sagging. You walk over quickly, placing the boy in the stroller as well as buckling him in before a body slams into yours. Arms wrap around your waist as the woman cries her "thank you"'s into your shoulder. You pat her back awkwardly, feeling done with stranger's touches for the day...or week.
She cries for a good minute before pulling back and then pushing her hand into her pocket to find something. A fifty dollar bill makes its way into your hand, but before you could reply, she sternly states, "you are going to take it whether you want to or not, young lady." As you stuff it into your pocket, she looks behind you and smiles tearfully, "this one's good. Cherish her, she will become a great mother." You feel a stiff presence, looking up before seeing Pierrot's blushing face that begins to nod sheepishly.
With a blushing face, you watch as the woman gives you her phone to put your contact information in, stating, "you can make some extra money if you want, you were great watching him for me." You chuckled, "it's just a woman's instinct, you know?" The woman laughs lightly before stating, "you'll be a great mother someday. Heck, you might even be pregnant now, with that man of yours!" You sputter as you watch her begin to take her leave with her baby. "He's not my-- Boyfriend..." You say, but it falls on deaf ears.
Before you could turn to look at Pierrot, a hand slides itself around your waist like a serpent with its food. "Oh, but we can change that in a heartbeat, darling." Your face grows hotter as heavy, panting breath hits the side of your neck. "You'd make a good mother, hm? How about we find out." But mere minutes later, as he imagined earlier, you find yourself in the same dressing room as before, the jeans you had last tried on gently slide down your thighs, as if the hands pulling them down is having a hard time believing that this is finally happening.
You pant as your legs each get lifted to take off the jeans. But once Pierrot's eyes find your soaked panties, it is game over. His hands move faster than ever before, grabbing the hem before ripping them in half. The pieces flutter to the floor as you begin to protest, but the hands forcing you to sit and spread out on the bench of the dressing room are faster. You hardly have time to adjust to the different position before a heat finds your pussy that makes you cry out. Pierrot's hand gently covers your mouth, the heat leaving as he whispers, "you are lucky you want to buy the clothes; I would ruin you right here and make you scream my name for everyone to hear if not. They'd have to kick us out to get me off of you." His words much more desperate now that he has had a taste of your cunt, come out growled and harsh.
You grab his hand off of your mouth and whimper out, "then destroy me, Pierrot! I don't need the clothes; I just need you to- Ngh!" The heat now returns to your throbbing cunt tenfold. His face mask is pulled off of one side of his face, his mouth covering your entire pussy without even trying. Your trembling hands find his hair under his hoodie and grasp at the locks as if you're holding on for dear life. His groan that after rumbles your entire lower body, but it hits your clit in a way that you have never felt before, not even with your vibrator.
Your head bumps into the mirror behind you as you tilt your head back in ecstasy, breathy, high-pitched moans leaving your mouth before you could stop them. Your hips roll back and forth on the bench, rolling into his waiting mouth. You feel a long appendage roll out of his mouth, stroking your lips with care, then moving heftily over the hood of your clit. He spells his name with elegant circles, before you feel his tongue trail down and the tip begins to spread your lips apart. You put your hand over your mouth, preparing yourself but as the tip of his tongue begins to break through, he pulls it backs and continues to lick and slobber over the outside of your cunt instead. You whine, rolling your hips harder to give him the signal to shove it in already. He laughs breathlessly into your core, bringing his tongue back down before pushing it through once more. You tense your body, but to no avail as the long appendage pulls back once more.
You sob out in frustration, before trying to grasp harder at his hair. Your hands find something hard attached to his head and begin to tug and pull at it. A heavy, deep snarl rings out and sends goosebumps down your spine, causing you to freeze in fear. That fear does not last long, however, as your whole cunt is filled suddenly and a sharp whine shatters the rumbling sound coming from the man below you. His hands grip harshly at your hips, leaving bruises and scratches behind as he tugs you forward. What was filling before quickly turns sharp as his tongue pushes into your cervix, and yet you pull him farther into your heat.
He finds it difficult to contain himself as his sharp teeth graze the hood of your pussy and he can feel your sweet nectar being coaxed out by his swirling tongue. Your cries grow sharper as he begins to thrust heavily into your core. Thrust in, swirl around your cervix, thrust out, thrust in, swirl, thrust out. It was beginning to all mix together. Then, he popped the entirety of your crotch into his mouth, not only thrusting into your pussy with his tongue, but he began to pull out his tongue farther and rub up on your clit as he dragged it back inside. Your heat was so tight, sucking him back inside as you flexed around him.
He was like a damn animal, eating you alive as you cried and panted for more. He couldn't get enough of you. Your sweet sounds, your slick that was filling his mouth so sweetly, the way you were gripping at his horns like a lifeline, the way your thighs were flexing around his head, he couldn't get enough of you. One of his hands drew back to his own body, putting pressure on his cock to hopefully relieve some of the ache he was feeling. And to think, just weeks ago, he was having to steal pairs of stolen underwear and suckle the result of your pleasure off of your toys to even get a hint of a taste, but now? He's got the actual source sitting, spread wide open, just for him. He wasn't going to share.
His tongue began to inhumanly pound into your abused pussy, licking it raw. It felt so good, your body instinctively raised your hips and suckled on his tongue, acting as if it was milking a cock that wasn't there. His eyes opened to find your shirt raised, bra lowered as one of your breasts spilled out of the cup, into your hand that massaged it gently. His eyes almost rolled into the back of his head at the sight, knowing you were finding pleasure in him, but you still required more. Your tight cunt rhythmically suckled on his tongue, your sweet pearl throbbing promises of heat into his face if he were to retract his tongue from you and stuff you full of his cock instead.
With a shaking hand, Pierrot unzipped his pants and pulled his beastly cock out of its confines, groaning lowly at the matching rhythm he was throbbing. The humidity of the dressing room remained the same, but the heat changed drastically. He could almost feel the sweltering heat coming off of his cock, each puff of steam coming off in waves with the time of his harsh throbbing. You could hear "smack, smack, " from the beat of his cock hitting his stomach, jolting with each thrust he gave to you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, riding the waves but not having enough stimulation to orgasm in his mouth. Usually, Pierrot was a very patient man, but he was steadily growing desperate to taste your release on his tongue.
A large hand pushed your own away from your breast, taking its place and pinching your nipples with a newfound determination. Next, his tongue drew out of your pussy a little as the rest of his mouth came to suck harshly on your clit, but he somehow continued the thrusting of his tongue. Lastly, his free hand came to your entrance and pushed in with urgency, two of his long fingers filling you up to the max along with his tongue. With all three of these stimulations, you felt your toes begin to curl and the rest of your body begin to tighten.
"Come for me, Darling. Let me taste you." As Pierrot opened his eyes once more, he took in the sight before him: Pure beauty. His hand that was on his cock comes back to your hip to keep you on his tongue, yet his hips buck like his hand is still there. Tensing his thighs around his cock, his eyes roll back as his hips thrust and shudder desperately. He can feel his knot coming to the surface, ready to spread you open and paint your insides with a kind of white that would scream, "Bred Female". Your voice cries out, desperate and hungry, "Pierrot! I need more... Please!" Pierrot tries to work harder, but you seem to grow more frustrated, "Please, anything! I need you! I need to cum!"
Pierrot, hips bucking and fucking into his own thighs, feels the need to make you orgasm the hardest you've ever had. Within a few seconds, your legs have wrapped around his head and have tried dragging him in deeper, to no avail. But this makes Pierrot teeter very close to the edge. Your eyes peak open as you feel Pierrot stand quickly on quivering legs. You watch as he grabs his aching cock and presses it quickly against your pussy, pushing in before you could think. "Yes-Yes!" You both cry out as Pierrot's cock forces it's way inside your pulsating core. "Cum inside me, breed me!" Pierrot's hips thrust forward before he even fully sits himself inside your heat, rolling desperately to find the spots that make you see stars.
You feel his tip go farther and farther before it hits your cervix, but there is plenty of Pierrot's cock left. Every single spot that was left untouched before is now filled, but you can't help but want more. Your legs wrap around his hips and drag him forward, dragging out a long whorish moan as his cock breaks through your cervix and sits right where it belongs. You cry out for more, and Pierrot gives all he can as he bears his weight down onto you and begins pounding into your heat. Sharp slaps were heard as Pierrot's hips hit your ass with every thrust, and loud breathy cries follow each one.
Pierrot, now that his mouth isn't being used, groans and moans heavily into your hair as his hips roll frantically. His tip hits and breaks through your cervix with each thrust and Pierrot brings down a hand to frantically massage your clit. You finally feel yourself begin to crest into your climax as Pierrot still rolls his hips into your waiting pussy. As your core begins to clench down tighter and tighter, Pierrot's jaw clenches as he tries to fight a certain feeling, but as your cunt clenches as hard as it can and pulsates, milking his cock, he can't help himself. His thrusts grow harsher and faster as you clench down on him, and his face finds your neck before sudden pain takes over your senses. Blood trickles down Pierrot's neck as he bites down into your flesh. Then, a stretching feeling in your pussy occurs. You keen as Pierrot's knot forces its way inside your pussy. Your thighs drag him closer, through your cervix once more before you keep him there, almost daring him. This thought makes Pierrot's eyes roll back as he grinds greedily into your heat. Pierrot thrusts his knot inside, then out, inside, then out, with a hurried pace before he feels you finally hit your crest. Your milking core feels so good, Pierrot's cock begins to jet large, steaming streams of semen into your thirsty cunt.
Your eyes roll back as Pierrot tries to keep thrusting into your heat, to hardly any avail from his knot keeping him inside. But the grinding extends your orgasm beautifully and you begin to hear Pierrot's cum hit the floor as your stomach begins to swell. Trembling whimpers leave Pierrot's mouth as he licks along the column of your throat that now holds his mark. You are, finally, marked inside and out with his essence. As you both come to, you watch each other tremble and shudder with soft smiles and little sighs. Pierrot's hand finds your cheek, holding your face so gently as he speaks, "You are going to be a wonderful mother, dear one. And if this one doesn't work, I don't mind trying again." You moan gently at his words, legs pulling him in tighter. Lips find yours, tongues intertwining as you wait for his knot to go down enough for you to leave. You can still taste yourself on his tongue, and it makes you smile. Like a mark of your own. Ten minutes goes by, and finally he pulls out of your pussy, sending a large amount of semen going to the floor. His hand reaches out to catch most of it, cupping it and bringing his fingers back to your entrance before fingering it back inside of you. You groan softly, already growing wetter at the sight before he smiles at you and says, "Once we're home, my lady." You pull up your original pants, sad for the sight of your ruined panties, as you aren't sure Pierrot's semen will stay inside without a barrier.
He pauses before saying, "as long as we can make it out of the store, I can keep you full the rest of the way." You clench your thighs in anticipation as you try to clean up after yourselves. Leaving the dressing room, there was a clerk that just looked and didn't say anything, so you continued to walk. As you got to your car, you noticed that Pierrot had a weird looking lump in his hoodie. You questioned him, and the only response you got was a blush and a shake of the head, telling you it's a surprise. You shrugged and started the car and then felt Pierrot's fingers slide over to unzip your pants. You shuddered as you felt him push his fingers inside, keeping you full like promised. It wasn't until you got home that you were pushed onto the bed and were told to change into the dark burgundy sweater that was unlawfully brought home.