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“Oh? Come over here, you little critter, you!”
Arlecchino watched as Furina chased the stray cat she had found down the street, hopping after her new playmate and calling for it to stop in her usual melodramatic way, and wondered if she didn’t have the wrong person.
It was hard to believe that this scatter-brained little ditz was supposedly Focalors, the Hydro Archon and a member of the Seven equal to the Tsaritsa; everyone in Fontaine insisted she was, but Furina’s antics reminded the Knave more of an overexcited puppy, or maybe one of the younger kids back at the House of the Hearth, than anything else. An Archon would have kept themselves hidden behind puppets and proxies like Morax, or else erected fortresses they would never leave, as Baal and Buer did.
Instead, ‘Focalors’ announced her status to anyone who would listen before strolling down empty streets and dark alleys without so much as a care in the world - or a single Garde within earshot.
If she had been anyone else, Arlecchino would have called her happy-go-lucky act cute. Endearing even. She’d have been happy to sit back and keep an eye on her to make sure she got home safe out of simple fatherly instinct.
For an Archon to act this way, though? To be so relaxed when the threat of her nation and her people dissolving into seafoam and disappearing beneath the waves was still hanging over her head?
Arlecchino was glad to be the one coming after her.
The cat - and Furina - disappeared from sight around the corner, and Arlecchino’s painted lips curled into a small smile. Things were lining up so well that it was almost suspicious, but the Tsaritsa’s informants were certain that the Gardiennage and the Rosa di Spinula were both busy elsewhere. Arlecchino really was getting the next Gnosis served up to her on a silver platter, as much by its owner’s incompetence as blind luck.
“Seems even gods can earn divine punishment,” The Harbinger mused, as she stood up and pulled her hood down over her face, heels clicking against the cobblestones as she slipped out of the plaza.
Furina hummed to herself as she squatted by her new friend, stroking his back and goading him into letting her scratch his chin. He was purring so loudly and bumping his head against her hands so insistently that he startled her into damn near falling back onto her butt when he opened his eyes and exploded away from her into a hissing, yowling ball with his fur all standing on end!
“What’s the matter? I know I can be a little intimidating, but I thought we’d already gotten to know each other!” She protested, scooting a little closer to try and coax him into calming down. When the cat only backed away, Furina followed his gaze behind her as the sound of something coming up behind her disappeared. “Is it a Recon Mek? You don’t have to be afraid of something like that! They’re not really-”
The last word out of her mouth twisted into a shocked squeal as the woman coming up behind her swiped at her face with something that glinted in the lamplight, sending her tumbling back onto her butt and staining her clothes with dirt from the street.
How could someone be so careless? Didn’t she know who she was? They nearly assaulted the God of Justice in her own city! She opened her mouth to tell this brute as much before warning them that she’d take them to court over it if they didn’t offer anything to prove their remorse - but then she noticed the wicked way the tips of their fingers gleamed. The mask on their - her - face. The way she said nothing as she drew closer.
“Who are you?! And what are you trying to do?!” Furina did her best to bury her fear beneath outrage even as she scrambled back, trying to put enough distance between her and the assassin to get her feet back under her, but the masked woman towering over her simply planted her boot on her chest, and Furina felt all her bravado turn to smoke as she stumbled over her words more and more.
The assassin said nothing, her mask keeping her expression unreadable while Furina’s heart beat like a drum against her heel.
“Please…” She breathed the word out without thinking as she blinked back tears, torn between screwing her eyes shut and keeping her eyes on the woman’s claws as she flexed her fingers.
Bluffing wasn’t getting her out of this, and Neuvillette wasn’t there to help her.
“Don’t kill me, I’m begging you… Please…!”
Arlecchino stared down at her home nation’s Archon, sprawled out in the dirt and weeping like a child as she begged for her life. Tears stung her eyes and clear snot was leaking from her nose as she sobbed, but still Furina didn’t dare move - not even to wipe her face clean and regain some of her dignity.
The Knave’s lip twisted into a sneer of disdain.
There was no way this was Fontaine’s real Archon - and even if she was, she wasn’t carrying a Gnosis. This was a complete waste of time .
A low growl left the Harbinger’s throat, and she raised her foot before stomping hard on the smaller woman’s unprotected belly.
Furina’s world exploded with pain, and a choked cry tore its way out of her throat as Arlecchino’s boot crushed her gut and knocked the air out of her lungs. A sharp, burning pain stabbed deep into the Hydro Archon’s innards, and any thoughts of escaping burned away as she curled into the fetal position, wheezing raggedly while the taste of bile crawled up the back of her throat and the wet, warm feeling of piss soaked through her shorts.
“I’m sorry…” She croaked, rocking herself back and forth while she cradled her bruised belly. “I don’t know what I did, but I’m sorry… please, I’m sorry… don’t kill me…”
Arlecchino threw a hateful glare down at Furina and flexed her fingers, tempted to finish the little runt off just to shut her up while she tried to figure out where the Gnosis might be hidden. Neither she nor Fontaine had any more time to waste on their miserable excuse for an Archon-!
No. Killing Focalors before her Gnosis had been acquired was risky, and killing her without even knowing where it was would have been downright stupid. The chances of the Fatui being able to move freely throughout Fontaine while searching for it would drop to nothing, and that wasn’t even touching on how the nation would retaliate for the death of their beloved Archon.
At the same time, leaving her alive was inviting a world of trouble…
Arlecchino licked her lips as she watched Fontaine’s Archon make a feeble attempt to drag herself to safety, reaching down to massage the growing tent straining against the fabric of her pants while her eyes trailed down the battered girl’s back toward the perky butt she was unknowingly wagging right in front of her attacker.
If Arlecchino was going to blow off any steam tonight, it would have to be in a way that made sure Furina didn’t speak a word of it to anyone - and the Knave had just the thing to guarantee a powerless, image-obsessed runt like the Hydro Archon would keep silent about tonight.
Things really were lining up too well tonight.
“Wait, no… I promise I’ll do whatever you want, just please, don’t hurt me…!” Furina’s breath caught in her throat as she felt Arlecchino grab her ankle and jerk her back. When the Harbinger flipped her over onto her back, Furina raised her arms to shield her face as another sob wracked her petite little frame. “No, no, no… I’m sorry, I said I’m sorry… No more…!”
“Don’t be scared, miss Furina… I won’t hurt you again.” Arlecchino smiled as she knelt and pushed Furina’s legs apart. “If you keep that promise, I guarantee you’ll be able to go home and enjoy the cake waiting for you.”
Arlecchino relished the way Fontaine’s Archon shivered at that, though whether it was because she realized she had been watched and hunted in her own home without ever knowing or because she had figured out what was really going to happen tonight, the Knave didn’t know. Really, it didn’t matter. Either way, it made Furina’s pitiful weeping even more enjoyable.
“It’s quite undignified for a girl your age to be wetting herself, don’t you think?” Arlecchino teased her while she picked at the fabric of her shorts and slowly, steadily wore a hole through the piss-stained cloth. Once it was big enough for the Harbinger, she laid her thumb over the wet patch in Furina’s panties and gently rubbed her clit through her underwear. “I suppose it’s only fitting for someone who acts so childishly, though. If you’re not disciplined enough to act like a grown-up - let alone an Archon - then no one should be surprised when it turns out you aren’t potty-trained either, hmm?”
Furina said nothing. With Arlecchino’s dagger-like nails so close to her skin, she could only muster up enough bravery to bring her hands up to her mouth and stifle a hiccuping whine while she was molested right there on the street. If anyone overheard them and came to investigate, they’d find their beloved God of Justice sprawled on her back, powerless and crushed into the dirt.
She couldn’t bear the humiliation, and Arlecchino knew it.
The Knave tutted, shaking her head mockingly as she slipped her fingers under Furina’s panties and pulled the sopping-wet fabric away from her crotch. “If you’re so determined not to say anything, fine. I’ll even help.” She huffed before yanking on Furina’s underwear and snickering as the Archon winced at the sound and feeling of her panties ripping free, exposing her cunt to the cold night air.
Arlecchino grabbed her wrist. “Open your mouth.” She commanded, leaning over the smaller girl’s frame and all but smothering Furina beneath her.
The Archon obeyed without thinking, hoping it would spare her the worst of it. She parted her lips and even let her pink little tongue peek out of her mouth, but it wasn’t good enough for her rapist. Arlecchino grabbed her by the chin and squeezed her face, forcing her mouth open as wide as it would go before shoving the shredded ruins of her panties into her maw.
She choked and tried to spit it out on instinct, but the Knave simply clamped her hand over Furina’s mouth, bouncing her head off the ground and earning a fresh stream of tears from the smaller girl as the salty, acrid taste of her own urine spread over her tongue and poured down her throat.
“Good girl,” Arlecchino hummed praise for her new bitch as she pulled her hand away from Furina’s face. The Archon knew better than to try again, so she simply laid back and fought back the urge to vomit while the Knave tore her vest open and leaned down to latch her mouth closed around one of her nipples. “Just let this happen, and you can go home.” She continued, swirling her tongue around Furina’s sensitive little nub while she undid her pants.
And then Furina felt something hot, hard, and very, very thick slide against her pussy lips.
She seized up, her face twisting with desperation and fear as she mumbled out around her makeshift gag, but Arlecchino only nodded, flicking her tongue back and forth across the stiff peaks of Furina’s tits.
“Just let it happen.” Arlecchino smiled, her eyes cold and merciless. Furina looked away - screwing her eyes shut and gripping the cobblestones so tightly they cut her fingers open - and let herself cry into her gag.
Arlecchino grinned, wrapping one hand around the heavy shaft of her prick to hold it steady while she pressed the tip against Furina’s tight, pretty pussy and slammed her hips forward, burying her cock balls-deep.
Something tore around her cock, the body underneath her arched its back in agony, and Arlecchino laughed. “A virgin? If you told me first, I’d have gotten you ready! Nothing for it now, I suppose!” The Knave wrapped her arms around Furina, holding her tight as she drew her hips back and thrust back inside, relishing the way her Archon’s pussy-walls spasmed around her cock and practically milked her prick even as Arlecchino hammered into Furina’s slit, her bitchbreaker’s fist-sized head battering the entrance to her womb and crushing her guts out of its way.
For Furina though, it was nothing but hell. She was still out of breath and aching all over from when the Knave and smashed her foot down into her gut, and having her innards rearranged from the inside by a cock thicker than her wrist and as long as her forearm was torture. A muffled grunt slipped out of her tear-choked throat with every thrust, and each time Arlecchino buried herself to the hilt in her quim, Furina could swear she felt the Harbinger’s monstrous futacock pressing up against her heart! It felt like she was being crushed down into a pancake even while her rapist was stuffing her belly full!
So why was she wet?
She was hurting all over and her vision was swimming, but shudders of unwanted pleasure were still running up and down her spine as Arlecchino’s meaty cock scraped against her walls, stretching her out like some cheap toy. She still arched her back and whined for more when her rapist’s lips touched her chest.
“Seems like someone’s starting to enjoy herself,” The Knave purred, letting her breath wash over Furina’s ear. The Archon could only let out a gurgling mewl in response, gulping down her own piss between whimpers as Arlecchino’s fingers found her clit again. “Naughty girl! Lucky you, I think it’s cute!”
The Knave rewarded her honesty by pinching her clit and twisting it sharply, sending bolts of pain and pleasure rocketing up Furina’s spine and making her kick her legs out, squealing into her gag before a fresh flood of the Hydro Archon’s piss soaked Arlecchino’s crotch. The Harbinger only laughed and pounded her harder for making such a mess, and Furina wondered if the womb-bruising hammering she was getting now was a reward or a punishment.
She didn’t have much time to think about it. Before long, the Knave dragged her back into the present by grabbing her throat and squeezing, pushing herself up and nearly folding Furina in on herself as she thrust down into the Archon’s upturned ass without a hint of mercy. By now, all the Hydro Archon could manage was a weak, incoherent moan, but it was enough for Arlecchino; the Hydro Archon felt the futa’s mammoth cock throb against her cervix as the sound left her, and the Harbinger had stopped bothering to mock her in favor of simply pile-driving her into the dirt with her dick.
“Unf…! You’re a natural at this, you know that?” Arlecchino growled, tightening her grip on Furina’s windpipe until she gagged, her face turning red. The steady whapwhapwhap of the Knave’s hips slapping against her ass was the only response. “The whores here in Fontaine either can’t take me all the way or can’t give me a good show to save their life, and the ones in Snezhnaya aren’t even worth taking to bed for how much I have to pay to make sure they keep my secret! But you…”
The Harbinger leaned down and pressed her tongue against Furina’s cheek, making the Archon screw her eyes shut as she lapped up her tears and left her face an even bigger mess than earlier. “I might have to come visit you again, my sweet little girl…”
Furina’s cunt squeezed the bitchbreaker rearranging her innards, and Arlecchino let out a hiss as she throbbed inside her, precum flooding her cunt.
“Like the thought of that, hmm? Good… I’ll be seeing you once my job here is over then.” The Harbinger promised her, letting out a sigh of pleasure before letting go of the Archon’s neck and moving her hands to the smaller girl’s hips. “Before we start thinking about next time though, I had better finish up. I can’t very well visit you a second time if I’m locked up in the Fortress of Meropide, can I?” The Knave giggled as she dragged her cock out of Furina’s ruined snatch with agonizing slowness before hiking the Archon’s ass up higher and pressing her blunt, brutal tip against her other hole.
“Mmph?!” Furina’s heart skipped a beat, but Arlecchino only tutted, putting a hand on her chest to hold her still while she rubbed her cock back and forth, painting her fucktoy’s pucker with lube before bucking her hips against her upturned butt.
“I don’t want to be a real father just yet, miss Furina!” The Knave laughed, holding her victim down while she thrashed, trying and failing to stop the thick, juicy lady-cock being fed into her backdoor inch by agonizing inch from making it any deeper. If anything, Furina’s animal attempts to save her backdoor just made this better.
“Struggle as much as you need to, sweetheart! I just need something a little tighter to dump my load into!” Arlecchino grabbed Furina’s hips, yanking her back into her lap and burying her shaft balls-deep into the writhing little bitch with a deep, throaty moan that only barely drowned out Furina’s choked squeal before jackhammering her cock in and out of the Archon’s ass. “Squeeze down a little more if you hate it so much! I’m so close, I won’t stop until I’ve painted your insides white!”
The Hydro Archon didn’t hear a word Arlecchino said. She was on auto-pilot now, and all she could do was ride it out as the Knave finished ruining her. She kicked her legs out on either side of Arlecchino’s waist and fought to pull herself off the monstercock she was impaled on, but each time she came close to pulling herself free, Arlecchino hauled her back and her bitchbreaker punched home into the inside of her belly.
Over and over, wearing down the last gasp of Furina’s resistance until Arlecchino was hilting her cock in a limp ragdoll that barely reacted anymore, simply moaning and squeezing down around her cock when the Harbinger deigned to tweak her nipples or rub her clit…
“That’s it…” Arlecchino hissed, watching the hope drain out of Furina’s eyes as she sawed in and out of her asshole faster and faster, slamming her hips against the smaller girl’s ass so hard she was sure she’d leave bruises. “Just a little more and you can go home, sweetheart… are you ready? I’m close… I’m so close…”
The Knave screwed her eyes shut and grit her teeth, growling low as she hugged Furina tight and slammed home against her ass, forcing her cock as deep as it would go before she finally groaned and let herself cum. Her heavy balls drew up tight against her skin and Furina’s limp body shuddered as rope after rope of hot, chunky breeding butter was pumped into her gut from the wrong end.
Once she was done, Arlecchino exhaled and wiped the sweat from her forehead before pulling out and climbing to her feet, watching with satisfaction as a pool of steaming hot jizz oozed out of Furina’s cratered backdoor to pool around her.
Walking around the insensate Archon, the Knave kneeled by her head and picked up her hat, which had somehow stayed on Furina’s head for the whole ordeal and survived untouched.
Until now.
“Something to remember me by,” Arlecchino smirked, crumpling the stylish little stovepipe around her meaty prick and pumping it up and down her shaft like a makeshift cocksleeve, wiping herself clean on it before dropping it on Furina’s face, tucking her now-soft cock away, and walking off to make her report.
The next day, the Fourth Harbinger of the Fatui received a report; after finally returning to her quarters that night, Furina quietly cried alone, unable to sleep or even bring herself to eat her cake.
She was too busy grappling with the new craving for abuse Arlecchino had left her, rubbing her cunt raw as she bit her pillow to stifle her confused sobs.