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Lynette should have been soundly asleep; she should have had innocent dreams of playing in the snow with her two brothers that were as rare for her as for the rest of the children in the orphanage, but dreams she cherishes all the same. Even sharing a single room with fifteen of the other orphans, the mattress was stiff and uncomfortable to sleep on, and each of their beds lined up next to each other, including Lyney and Freminet.
Her small bed between theirs makes her feel safe, even when nightmares of their gruesome training threaten to take over.
Her thin blanket and simple white nightgown did little to protect her from the freezing air, but it does not bother her what conditions she’s kept in as long as she’s with her brothers.
Midway through her sleep, the eerie creaking sound of old hinges makes Lynette toss in her bed. Footsteps could be heard, getting louder until they stopped at the edge of her bed. Then there’s a soft touch on her cheek, making her stir before opening her eyes to find the silhouette of a familiar figure looming above her.
"Lord Arlecchino?" Lynette murmurs drowsily, sitting up from her bed.
"Hello, Lynette," She reaches out, stroking Lynette's silver-brown curls with her dark hands in a comforting way, but the young girl keeps still, fearing something else is yet to come. Lord Arlecchino visiting her at this time of night isn't normal. It could only mean one thing.
She was in trouble.
Lynette kept still, not daring to move, while the older woman stroked her hair again. She seemed to like it when Lynette had her hair down like it is now, which is only when she is sleeping or bathing. The hand stops, resting just above her head by her cat ears. Now, with her fingers curled around one of her ears, she gently brushes a strand of hair away with her thumb. The gesture is comforting yet terrifying all the same, as she stares down at Lynette with her x-shaped pupils.
‘Did I do something wrong?’
The younger girl closes her drowsy eyes, trying not to show her true emotions. There's no use hiding now; Arlecchino already knows she's scared. Showing weakness broke a rule in itself, so Lynette will face whatever it is she's about to receive. What can she possibly say or do, anyway?
"My lord...I...what brings you here at this hour?" Lynette asks hesitantly, trying to keep her voice steady. "Is everything alright?"
Her question is answered when Arlecchino grabs her wrist and easily pulls her out of bed.
"Lynette," Her name sounded foreign in Arlecchino's smooth voice. "Come with me and keep quiet; we wouldn't want to wake up your siblings."
With that simple command, The woman led her out of the room. Lynette, confused, turned her head back only for a moment to see Lyney and Freminet still soundly asleep. She was led out of her room and into the main hall. Arlecchino was guiding her in the dark with a firm grip on her arm. A faint light illuminated the area, showing the wooden floors and walls covered in faded wallpaper as they walked down the halls. The smell of cold mothballs lingered in the air. They turned towards one hallway that had two large stained glass windows with a depiction of the Tsaritsa they walked by. The girl's drowsiness begins to morph into an alert state when she realizes where she’s being taken. They're walking towards one of the wings of the orphanage, where none of the children are allowed. Which means...
Her lord is taking her to her own private quarters.
Goosebumps pricked Lynette's exposed arms and skin. Her chest began heaving, her tail stiffened, and her anxiety filled her lungs, but first she had to breathe steadily. She had to be in trouble, but what did she do wrong? It couldn't be what she thought it was—is Arlecchino planning on getting rid of her? Lynette felt her throat constrict, her mind reeling at possibilities.
‘Did I misbehave? No, I didn’t break any rules. Am I falling behind schedule? I submitted all my findings with Lyney, so it can’t be that. Don’t tell me I—‘
She led the young girl to an oak wooden door and opened it. The creaking hissing sound made Lynette tense up, her heart pounding against her chest as reality began to set in and she was swiftly pulled into the room.
Lynette was placed in a certain spot in the dark room. She stood there with her head down and kept her violet eyes staring down at the red, black, and white carpet that covered the floor. She hears the sound of a fire being lit and soon a lantern on a nightstand next to a large bed flickers to life, the flames casting shadows along the ceiling.
It’s her first time in Lord Arlecchino’s room. The room was cozy-looking with its rich red and dark wood furniture and nightstands on both sides of the bed. The room smelled of wine and musk. A thick red blanket was draped across one side of the bed, matching the pillows and sheets. A large, ornate fireplace sat in the center of the room. Two chairs sat opposite the fireplace, facing each other across the room. To her left was another door leading to another room, where she assumed there was a bathroom, and to her right was a desk that sits near the wall. She saw books neatly stacked and organized on top of the desk, along with some loose papers scattered on the surface.
"Lynette," Arlecchino's melodic voice calls out softly.
The young girl stiffened as she turned around to look at Arlecchino and found the older woman staring at her intently. The flickering flame illuminates Arlecchino, who sits cross-legged on the edge of the bed, facing Lynette. Though the light made the dark coloration of her white and black hair look almost ethereal the way the long strands of white hair were tied, the dim candlelight glowed off of those x-shaped pupils and sent chills through Lynette's spine. The way she looked was as enchanting as it was terrifying.
"Y-Yes, my lord?"
"You're trembling."
"Oh..." Lynette’s heart thumped against her ribcage, the feeling of being watched suddenly overwhelming her. "I'm sorry..."
She doesn’t know why she feels the need to apologize.
"You're fearful as to why I brought you here, I presume?"
Lynette bites her lip, nodding as her eyes fall to the ground. ‘Of course she would know,’ her inner voice said.
"Well, there is something I want to discuss with you," she starts. "I'm sure you know that there are rules in the house that must be followed, and they exist to not only keep the children safe but for you to obey no matter what. This is to ensure that you can become useful servants to her majesty or even members of the fatui if she demands so. Hence, subservience is crucial to the house of the hearth. You don't disobey, do you?"
Lynette shakes her head quickly.
"Good, I know you don't, yet I'm concerned your brother doesn't understand quite as well as you do..." her voice trails off, leaving Lynette in suspense. 'Brother?' Did she mean Lyney?
Arlecchino smiles at her confusion: "There is great potential, yet; quick-witted as he is, he can't comprehend that when I give clear orders, I expect them to be obeyed without fail. Yet, I find he usually ends up in solitude whenever he misbehaves, and I believe it may influence Freminet and yourself. If I were to send the three of you to Fontaine, do you believe you could be of great service to her majesty or to me?"
Lynette swallows thickly, feeling the heat rise up her face at Arlecchino's words. Of course, her brother can be useful, she knows that. Certainly more than her, all she can do is what she is told, it’s not an impressive feat as do all the children. He's stronger than she is, and more protective of her and Freminet. He only ever acts out when they are being mistreated by their older siblings. Perhaps, her lord views it as being rebellious.
"I... I'm sorry." Lynette mumbles quietly. She was finding the need to apologize on her brother's behalf.
"I have deemed the three of you to have great potential, however, I do have concern you may begin to take his word over mine if this continues and I find it to be a thorn in my side. Whatever shall I do with you three?"
Lynette simply hangs her head, unable to make eye contact or respond properly. She doesn't know what to say or why Arlecchino decided to only speak with her about it rather than the three of them. Was this a test? Was her lady beginning to distrust her and is now testing her obedience to see how she will respond to the critique of Lyney. The girl feels hands cupping her face, and lifting her chin to force her to look at her caregiver.
"I am only telling you this because I care for you," Arlecchino speaks calmly, her red eyes staring deeply into her daughter's timid violet ones. "Are you doubting my concern for you?"
"N..No! I never do!" Lynette blurts out hastily, not understanding the purpose behind Arlecchino’s words.
The older woman chuckles lightly at Lynette's answer, "Good then. For your sake I hope you never do so, my dear, otherwise, I won't hold my tongue any longer." Her voice is low now, and her hand slides past Lynette's hair, brushing against the sensitive skin on her neck. "Such a good child you are, always so obedient, you would never disobey me." Arlecchino's hand slowly slides down to Lynette's shoulder, resting gently on her collarbone. "Would you?"
Lynette shivers at the touch, her body suddenly becoming weak as goosebumps crawl over her exposed skin. She shakes her head slightly, her eyes still fixated on the older woman's.
"No..." she breathed out, her voice barely audible. "A-and neither would they—they're good boys! I-I swear they can meet your e-expectations, please just look the other way f-for now, g-give it time!"
Tears threatened to escape her eyes, and she could not stop the noticeable shaking of her arms. Her feline ears slopped downward, and her tail puffed up in fear. Lynette didn’t want the harbinger to doubt her loyalty or her brother’s. Maybe she shouldn’t have been so defensive of Lyney. Was that the test? Can she earn her forgiveness? She didn't mean to plead. But she was scared. So very scared.
Arlecchino hummed, a smirk tugging at her soft lips. The hand on her cheek slipped to stroke her forehead and run through her silver-brown locks.
"I'm sure they will, as I'm sure you would do anything for them, right?" Her fingers traced over Lynette's ear, causing goosebumps to erupt on her body once again.
"I…would do anything for you, my lady." She tried appealing to her.
"I wouldn’t expect any less. You're an obedient girl; after all, you know your place...my little kitten." Arlechino whispers sweetly, with one hand pinching her cat ears, causing the little girl to twitch, and the other around her waist, pulling the girl closer.
A warm, pleasant shudder washes over Lynette's body at those words: She's good; she'll do whatever she says, as she's done a million times before. She's not as strong and clever as her brothers, but she can be obedient and a good girl.
Arlecchino brings her closer to where she is sitting until she is standing between the Knave's legs. Her heart is beating fast, and Lynette doesn't know what to expect until Arlecchino lifts her chin to capture her daughter's lips.
‘Huh?’
The young girl's body stills, her eyes open, and her mind stills. She stands stock still, her mind blank and unable to comprehend what is happening. This sort of physical contact is new to her. Her lord kissed her head and cheek when she was four, but the lips gave her a whole new sense of closeness that she had never felt before. All she can hear is the sound of her own pulse pounding in her ears as she waits for her lord to remove her lips from hers and take her hand away from her ear. However, she does nothing of the sort, instead kissing harder, pressing her full lips to the girl's in a slow, tender manner.
Lynette's eyes open wider as she feels a tingling sensation spread throughout the rest of her body. Her head begins to spin as she feels like someone is moving inside of her, as if somebody else is controlling her actions. It only increased when she felt something warm and wet press against her lips. Her violet eyes briefly glanced down to see that it was her lord’s tongue.
Should she open her mouth? Why does she want her tongue in her mouth? No, she shouldn't question what Lord Arlecchino wants, but she can feel her heart racing faster in her chest, as if trying to escape. What exactly is happening?
Lynette held her breath and parted her small lips hesitantly, her breath hitching as she felt that tongue slip between the folds of her own mouth, swirling its way through the crevices, making the girl close her eyes tight in anticipation. The feeling was so weird, like Arlecchino was trying to devour her, yet there was something almost comforting about the closeness between them.
"mmmh..." Lynette lets out as her lady continues exploring her mouth, the tingling intensifying as she feels her tongue move faster, swiping against her bottom teeth before slipping into the girl's mouth. Lynette stiffled, moaning, forgetting to breathe, but she wasn't sure what to do other than stand there and let it happen. A strange, foreign noise coming from deep within her as her brain struggled to comprehend this feeling.
This continued on for what seemed like forever, with her lord kissing her deeper and deeper, sucking softly at her lips, and letting the woman do whatever she pleases. That's how it should be until she pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their mouths, her own lips stained a dark shade of red from the woman’s lipstick. Lynette's eyes blinked rapidly before finally letting out the breath she had held in for so long.
"Kyah—ahh—kyahh." She panted, her pale cheeks now flushed with a cute rosy color.
Arlecchino gave her an amused smirk, saying, "You didn't have to hold your breath, my dear."
"I-I'm s-sorry, Lord Arlecchino," she mumbled bashfully, still holding onto the older woman's hand for support.
"You know what to call me, Lynette. Say it." Arlecchino instructs, then points to the floor with her red nail. "Kneel."
Confusion briefly crossed her mind until she understood what Arlecchino meant. Did she mean…
"Yes, umm—... Father." Lynette lowers herself to the ground, feeling uneasy but obedient. She used to call Arlecchino father when she was younger, as did the other children in the house of hearth, but the older she and her siblings got, the more inclined they felt to use a proper title for the head of the house. Yes, she was their father as per her title, but she was also their lord. Yet she knows better than to question her.
She kneeled down between her legs and watched as she unbuttoned her pants and pulled out her cock. Her length was hardened and glistening with a white bead on the tip; she could see the veins poke out on its shaft. Lynette stared intently at the erect piece of flesh for several moments. This wasn't the first time she'd seen one; it was common for the children at the orphanage to bathe with one another regardless of their sex, but she'd never seen a 'grown' one before. It looked large close to her face, and she could feel the heat radiating off of it. The texture, the veins, and how swollen it looks—it's so alien-looking that she didn't know what her father wanted her to do with it.
Arlecchino's hard gaze fell on the frightened expression on the girl's face. She smirked slightly as her free hand reached out towards the small girl, and she grabbed her tiny chin, pulling her face close. "What are you waiting for, Lynette? Put it in your mouth."
The words shocked her.
"My mouth?" she repeated with teary, innocent eyes. 'Why?' she wanted to ask but knew better.
"Yes, don't you want to make your father happy?" She cooed with a fake comforting voice; it almost sounded mocking...
Lynette hesitated for a moment before nodding slightly, her eyes still wide in shock, which caused a single tear to fall.
"Ok..."
She licked her lips nervously, trying hard to gather enough courage to put the thickened member in her mouth. She felt something in her mind telling her she wasn't supposed to do this, but she brushed it aside. Slowly, she inched forward, closing her mouth around its tip. It stretched around her mouth, and not sure what else to do, she began sucking on it as she would with a lolipop, a rare treat she'd get but one she enjoyed.
"Such a good daughter..." Arlecchino puts her hand on Lynette's head. "So good. My sweet kitten."
Lynette felt her heart flutter at the praise, and a slight blush crept its way across her cheeks, covering her neck and collarbone. It encouraged her to sink her mouth deep into the woman's cock, taking more of her shaft. She would do anything to hear such encouraging words; it lets her know she has a purpose in Snezhnaya. All she wants is to please. To feel useful. To feel wanted. It's the most she could ever hope for and the only way she can defend her existence despite her shortcomings. She didn't have the strength or talent of her brothers; all she could do was do what her father desired.
Arlecchino placed her corrupted hand on her daughter's head, right between her cat ears, and forced her to take in more of her length. Lynette gagged and slurped around it, trying her best to suck it. She didn't even notice the soft sighs leaving the Knaves lips; her eyes shut tight, and her lips parted slightly, allowing her to take as much as she desired. When Lynette's throat began to ache, her mother gripped her hair, causing the girl to whimper around her shaft. She pulled upward lightly, then sank back down. She repeated the movements, bobbing Lynette's head on it.
The girl was struggling to take her cock, but Arlecchino bobbing her head on it made it a little easier. The pain was starting to fade, along with the ache in her throat. She can feel the cock pulse and twitch in her throat, it freaks her out how much she can feel it. The Knave kept it up for a few moments before releasing her grip on the girl. Lynette slumped back, gasping and coughing. She’s all sweaty and covered in a foul mixture of sweat and drool. Arlecchino quietly laughed to herself, joking that maybe some cum would complete her look.
Still catching her breath, Lynette's hazy violet eyes meet the Knave's amused ones. She looked far more composed than her daughter.
"Such a good child you are."
“Aaagh, th-thank.. you, Father." Lynette rasped from her aching throat.
"And good children do as they are told. You will obey my every command and never question my intentions or desires. For your own sake and that of your brothers, do you understand?" She asked in a stern voice.
"Of course, Father," Lynette nodded her head quickly, then wiped the drool and precum off her lips, which made Arlecchino smirked cruelly at how vulnerable she is.
"Good girl, now stand up and undress."
Lynette complied without question and stood slowly. She felt embarrassed by how weak she must've been because her knees wobbled underneath her. She felt uncomfortable at how Arlecchino's predatory gaze followed her hands as she lifted her thin nightgown over her head. Her x-shaped eyes trailed to her undeveloped breasts; it seems she was going through puberty, but that's fine, surely in a few more years she'll grow into a fine young woman, but for now they're just barely showing.
Lastly, the young girl did away with her cotton underwear. Now fully naked and exposed to the cold Snezhnaya air that she was accustomed to, she shivered—not from the air but from the hungered gaze of Arlecchino. Her eyes roam all over her body, watching as Lynette's face turns beet red. Her eyes roamed from her small breast down to her torso, where several light scars littered the area, most likely from the training she endured, to her hairless, untouched pussy.
Arlecchino simply smiles and pats her lap.
Wordlessly, Lynette sits on her lap as she did when she was younger. She’s gotten taller since then, now when she sits she’s hardly below her fathers eyes.
A hand wraps around her waist and places her dark hands on her thighs, silently instructing her to spread her legs more. Then, a finger traces her slick, running her sharp nails up and down until probbing her hole.
Lynette gasps in surprise, her legs shaking as the finger begins to move in and out of her. It feels strange. Almost ticklish, but with more pressure. She can tell Arlecchino was trying not to cut her with her nails, but she can feel the sharp edges of them inside her. It's different, not at all like what she felt in her mouth.
She can't help but feel embarrassed—it effect her entire body in ways she can't describe; the closest thing to it would be pain, and she had the urge to let out some kind of noise to express it like she would if she were hurt. The idea of showing being in pain or any discomfort was a sign of weakness and one her lord was strict about. In her own fragile mind, she wondered if showing she'd been phased was a sign of weakness. She bit the inside of her cheek, trying not to make any sounds.
"You're awfully quiet, Lynette," Arlecchino remarks coldly.
"Oh...I'm sorry, Father. I-I'll...be sure to react m-more." She mumbles with embarrassment.
"Let's hope so."
The Knave removes her fingers. She wasn't exactly wet, but she's stretched enough that it shouldn't be an issue...for Arlecchino at least.
Arlecchino lifts Lynette up a little more so she's positioned right on the tip of her cock and presses it against her hole. A loud gasp escapes Lynette's mouth as she's lowered onto her cock.
There was no lubricant on the outside, so she was unable to slip it in properly. She gasped again when the head slipped into her entrance, her hands gripping on Arlecchino shoulder.
This time it went a little deeper as she pushed in a little further; the pain made her cry out, making a sound similar to a wounded animal. A low moan escapes her lips, tears welling in her eyes once more as she tries to endure the agonizing feeling.
"Oh—Archons ngh ow—Father—!" She squeals in pain, biting down on the bottom of her lip. This didn't feel natural; she didn't expect the sensation to be so painful. It hurt...it hurt a lot! She wanted to yell out in pain, but she couldn't; her voice couldn't express it.
"Relax so it can go in easier."
Lynette whimpered and tried to do just that, but the more her father's cock invaded her insides, the harder it became for her to focus; the pain she was feeling was so intense. Tears started streaming down her face as she held herself rigidly, gritting her teeth in effort, clenching her fist tightly as she continued to try and hold herself together. It reached deep inside her, and she felt as though she'd been split down the middle. She could feel the warmth leaking out of her hole, making the penetration easier. It smelled of blood...
"Father, ah, I can't—please, it hurts too much—"
"Quiet."
With a firm grip on her hip, Arlecchino forces the rest of her cock into her daughter. She was hardly halfway in until she could feel her tip poking Lynette's cervix and leaving a bulge from the inside. The older woman groaned at the tightness, and Lynette cried out and clutched onto her with both arms, holding on for dear life. It was more than she could take. Blood trickled down on her cock, a sign of claiming her daughter's innocence.
"Father, nghh I can't take anymore; I don't think I can—"
"I said be quiet."
"I'm sorry..."
It was getting increasingly difficult to keep herself still; she's already having trouble breathing. Arlecchino grips her tight by the hips and uses her thumbs to rub circles over her cheeks, wiping her tears and snot away.
"Now, move your hips up and down on it."
With difficulty, Lynette nods her head and does as her father instructed her to do. She lifted her hips and hissed at Arlecchino's stiff length moving when she raised her hips, and the pain intensified around her tightened muscles when she dropped back down on it. Her feline ears twitched, and her tail stiffened in pain. It sent a shock throughout her entire body, but Arlecchino let out a soft moan.
"Again, mmh just like that."
The girl obliged. She moaned out loud and arched her hips. She was slow and struggled to move with a large cock stretching her and pulling at her insides. She groans as her body is pulled apart even more and her inner walls press tighter against the cock. She doesn't understand the point of this, she was sure there was a deeper meaning behind why her lord was doing this to her, but she couldn't possibly wrap her head around it, and it was hard to think with it buried inside her.
It was at least easier to move with the blood making her insides slicker. Bleeding was normal at the orphanage, either from training, a mission, or one of her older siblings bullying her. She could take a little blood, but something was different about it.
Lynette never felt hurt between her legs until now, and somehow it feels worse than anything she's ever felt before. She's sensitive, her nerves feel overstimulated, and her vagina is burning. There's an unbearable heat, almost like fire, spreading within her body, but unlike fire, it felt warm and fuzzy. She feels drowsy, and she can feel Arlecchino pressing her harder against her cock; forcing her to ride it faster.
"Nghh mmh-dad...it's too deep!"
Her moans grew louder and louder; her breath became ragged; her whole body became tense; sweat was starting to form on her forehead; and on top of it all, she felt so tired from the constant movement. But Arlecchino sat and watched her daughter ride her. She kept pushing until she felt like a rubberband on the verge of breaking; her body couldn't handle it, and unfortunately, Arlecchino would not show her any mercy.
If anything, she's unimpressed with Lynette's suffering.
"How disappointing; didn't you say you would do anything for me?” She asked, her tone sounding harsh and cold. "Surely you can do better."
The words hit like daggers in Lynette's heart. The sting of disappointment and pain, the sense of helplessness—it all struck her in full force. She was only ever good for obeying her father and following the rules as she should. Yet she couldn't even do that, could she?
'I can be good. I can be useful.'
Ignoring the seering pain in her pussy and struggling to hold back weeping, She starts bouncing on her lap harder, throwing her head back, completely overwhelmed as Arlecchino's cock is swallowed by her torn hole. Each time the head hits her cervix, she feels like she's going to split in two.
"Dad!" She cries out as the agony builds. "Please! Please!"
"Good girl, Archons—you're so tight fuck I should have done this ahh—a long time ago." Arlecchino gasped with pleasure, she felt Lynette's pussy contracting around her cock.
"Ah!" Lynette's moans got louder and her movements got faster; it seems the praise helped.
"That's it, my sweet child, so tight; oh, it's so hot inside you," She says, her hand on Lynette's ass squeezing.
Despite the praise, Lynette quickly runs out of stamina, unable to fuck herself on her father’s cock, her trembling legs threatening to give out under her. Her body can't take anymore; it feels like she's being stabbed repeatedly. Her hips stopped their movements.
"Dad-ahh papa, I can't take it...ngh...I'm bleeding." She finally breaks; the words are weak and choked by her own cries and tears streaming down her face. "C-can I stop, please?"
Her bloodshot violet eyes meet her father gaze, but there is no sign of comfort or understanding. The Knave's x-shaped pupils are wide and dilated with rage as she looks down at her daughter. Her white and black hair slightly falls over her shoulder when looking down at the terrified child, making her eyes glow against the dark surroundings, appearing sharper and more terrifying. Lynette's breath hitched upon seeing her father; she looked absolutely demonic. She was afraid of her because she knew that Arlecchino was capable of inflicting pain upon her, and she would, more than she already had.
Her red and black nails pierced through the skin on her ass, where she held her and shoved the young girl. Pulling out of her only gave her a second of relief before her head and back hit the floor.
The pain felt like a thousand swords were stabbing her everywhere in her flesh. The blood flow slowed down a bit; she could feel her stomach tighten with pain and her legs shake with weakness. She felt so discarded. Arlecchino grabbed the girl by the jaw and forced her chin up so she could look Lynette in the eye.
"Such a useless brat!" Arlecchino hissed, her composure gone. "Stand up. Now!"
Amidst her fear, Lynette realizes she's treading on dangerous territory. She's heard stories of other children who have seen this deranged side of their father disappeared, likely killed by her. If she disobeyed her father right now, then there was nothing she could say or do that might prevent Arlecchino from killing her. She doesn't want to die; she wants to stay with her brothers—she can't leave Lyney and Freminet behind. She said she would do anything, not only for them but for Arlecchino.
She pushes herself off the ground and stands up slowly, feeling her legs tremble and the trickles of blood running down her legs. It feels like they're going to fall apart at any moment. She took a step, her legs wobbled and her back burned, and the room started to spin, but she forced herself to stand still to prevent herself from falling.
Lynette's ears flop to the side, and she hangs her head down submissively and sniffles.
"I-I'm sorry, Father. I promise I won't do it again..."
"I hope you can keep your word." She then snaps her fingers, bringing Lynette to attention.
"Lay on the bed. On your stomach and raise your ass."
The girl obeyed instantly, limping her way to Lord Arlecchino's large bed. The mattress was bigger and fuller than she expected. Would have been nice to lay on in any other scenario. Once she gets in place, she lays her face down on a pillow and raises her ass, still wounded from Arlecchino's clawing moments ago.
She can hear the sound of her father moving behind her and her shadow looming over her small figure, like a sheep being cornered by a wolf.
Arlecchino claims her from behind, hitting her cock in Lynette as deep as it can go. She gives her no time to adjust and pounds into her at a brutal pace. Long and quick strokes rub against Lynette's tight walls, causing another round of tears to spill from her eyes. She felt like a rag doll with every slam and thrust. The Knave gave little to no regard for her well-being, but did it ever matter? Her only purpose here— in the house of the hearth was to serve. Everyone had a purpose, and this must be hers.
Still, it didn't stop her from blabbering.
"Kyah ah ah! Papa please...please I'm good! Puh! Ahh! Please, papa, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"
She feels Arlecchinno's cock twitch inside her at that. Her pussy clenching tightly around her length when the harbinger decided to grab Lynette's tail and use it as leverage to pound her.
It makes her tighten so much that it's like she's trying to break her cock. It makes her hypersensitive to everything. From the feeling of the sheets beneath her body and her own screams and whines. From the pain in her thighs and back, every inch and vein of Arlecchino’s swollen cock rubbing against her sensitive walls, getting slicker, and making a sound accompanied by the constant skin slapping, she was sure her backside was bruised by now. To her feline ear, she hears grunting coming from both her father and herself.
"Papa~ahhh..I'm sorry, papa...I love you-mmm! I don't want to go away...Aghh"
Lynette's voice was muffled; she doesn’t know what she’s saying. She felt dizzy, and the world was spinning around her.
It hurts.. so much..
Tears flooded from her eyes, staining the pillow underneath her cheek. The pillow was getting soaked through with her snot and drool.
Again, she can feel Arlecchino's tip twitch inside her, her body convulsing involuntarily with the stimulation.
"I love you too, my child." Arlecchino whispers softly in Lynette's ear. Strands of her black and white hair mixed with Lynette's silver-brown ones.
Her words made Lynette fall into a state of numbness, as if the wind was carrying her soul away from her body. Every muscle went slack, leaving her limp on the bed with just her head hanging down and breathing heavily. She can feel something happening to her body but is unable to fully process it now. She feels as though she is floating away from everything and everyone around her and into someplace far away. She's away from it; she's not here; she's not in pain. Maybe, like this, she can be better.
Moments later, she can feel Arlecchino's pace getting sloppier, Her cock pulsing, more desperate, and twitching inside her until finally she slams into Lynette's cervix, the sharp pain pulling her out of her disassociation, and the first thing she feels is something warm being poured into her womb.
Arlecchino moans, stilling as she empties herself into her daughter's womb. Lynette can feel it vividly in her mind, and as her muscles relax, the pain fades into something more like a dull ache. The Knave softens inside her and pulls out, leaving behind a trail of cum and blood.
"As much as those boys are your brothers, don't forget that you are my child." She purrs and kisses Lynette softly on her sweaty neck before biting it.
Lynette remains motionless; she can't remember what happened next, whether she passed out or if time moved differently, but she remembered waking up in the dark under the same heavy sheets and with her nightgown back on.
'What happened?'
Lynette blinked and relaxed her eyes in the dark to better see. This isn't her room. She sits up but quickly winces in pain as the movement sends the pain between her legs. Her face crumbled in pain as she wrapped her tail around her lower abdomen and tried to comfort herself.
'Oww...why does it hurt so much...?'
Her violet eyes glance to the side, and she sees Lord Arlecchino sleeping on her bed. Laying on her back, her expression seemed peaceful.
Lynette doesn't stay long; she can't think straight or fully register what happened. She slowly gets out of bed, mindlessly limping towards the door; each step feels like she is walking on shards of glass. Once she made it to the door, she slowly opened it, being careful not to make a creaking sound. Before she limped out, she could have sworn she saw two red x's leering at her...
Fog clouded Lynette's mind as she walked out of her father’s room. In the dark, the hallways stretched long and grim, shadows blurring into the faint moonlight to create an off-putting painting of dust in the cold air.
Despite being able to see in the dark, her vision blackened and blurred at the edges as she limped her way through the stretched hallway. Mindlessly wandering back to her room, back to her siblings, away from her father.
A sticky wetness was dripping down her thighs, and it stung, but she did nothing about it. Some of the blood and cum was stiff and dried onto her legs and nightgown. There were some fresher ones too, much of it streaming down her thighs and leaves dripping on the floor. She wondered what happened when she was unconscious.
It leaks out of her, and everything that has happened feels like a daze, drifting into an echo in her subconscious. She couldn't really tell how long she stayed in that state because she wasn't aware she was now standing in front of her door. Without much thought, she opened it slowly and stepped inside. She was greeted by silence, as it seemed everyone was fast asleep. Good. The last thing she wanted were questions about where she was. All she heard was the quiet snoring that drifted from her bedroom. She didn't bother scanning around to see if anyone was pretending to be asleep. Usually Freminet.
She struggled to make it to her bed without limping or a hiss forced through her teeth at the reoccurring pain throughout her body. Somehow, it was more painful to walk where she felt safe.
She lay down on her mattress and stared blankly at the ceiling. She should have cleaned up before coming to bed; she wasn't sure if she did and doesn't have the energy to do it now. She only hopes tomorrow's drill will have some mercy on her sore body.
But she's done well, right? She followed orders as she was taught to. They all serve her majesty and their father. What happened tonight shouldn't hold her or her brothers and sisters back. Her siblings would carry on without her, and so should she.
‘My dear Snezheviches, my dear Snezhevnas, my brothers and sisters. If I were to one day cease my journey and slumber under the white birch, please carry on without me...’
Words engraved in her mind. Tonight, she fulfilled her duty as Snezhevna. Tomorrow, she will fulfill it again.
Amidst her thoughts, Lynette moaned; a sickening sense came over her, and she wondered why she felt something rubbing against her private area until realizing it was her own hand rubbing her slit. The girl flinched at her own touch. A phantom touch crawls through her, and for a second, she can feel Arlecchinos hands on her again. The girl shakingly took her hand out of her panties, raising her fingers to see the mix of cum and blood on her hands. Her breath hitched at the sight of the fluids fused together.
Lynette quickly wiped the fluids onto her blanket.
It came flooding down, and Lynette found herself curled in a fetile position, wrapping her arms and tail around her body and cried herself to sleep. She only hoped her sheets can drown her as much as her fathers touch did.