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Navia watches the light bounce over the silver band of the promise ring, twirling it between her fingers as if it’s the most fascinating thing in the world. But there’s truth in that thought considering nothing much in her life changed afterwards other than the Knave’s bold proclamation of romance. Actually, she’s lying the more she thinks about it— the Knave has become increasingly obsessed with spoiling her with gifts that she doesn’t think her closet has enough space to store them all.
He stopped after Navia sent a warning letter back— she would ignore Arlecchino for a week if he kept spending so much mora on her. While it was adorable to witness Arlecchino show his affections in extravagant ways, Navia still felt pity for his wallet and was dreading how she would have to match up his enthusiasm with her own gifts. She wouldn’t let him get one leg up over her but her very limited budget would have a lot to complain about this childish competitiveness over gifts.
She casts her gaze out the window where she finds Arlecchino still in a heated discussion over something she can’t quite hear from this distance. His eyebrows furrow deeply the more his anxious subordinates run their mouths and then they quickly cower like kicked puppies once he opens his mouth— she can vaguely make up some words but his voice is too low for her to piece it together.
Navia slips the ring back onto her finger and waits for him to finish his business, quietly sipping the morning tea that Arlecchino has kindly brewed for her. Her bored eyes decide to scan over the summer home that Arlecchino has prepared for her after she announced that she would have a week-long break from work.
The furniture is simple and homely compared to the cold and stark interior of the House of the Hearth. The plush rug sitting below her feels so soft and lush to the touch that she almost wants to sink her feet into it. The cute small pictures of Arlecchino’s children, who are all smiling for the kamera, are displayed on one wall that seems to be dedicated to precious memories. The fireplace that is built with bricks sits in front of a spacious couch— a great living room space for a merry group of people to hang out in. She also finds some arts and crafts, presumably made by his kids, arranged on shelves and cabinets in a neat row. Ranging from handmade stuffed toys to welding crafts, she can read fondness and deep attachments poured into each of them.
Navia smiles at the thought of the Knave taking the time to build a home that’s incredibly intimate and touching to be surrounded in. After her first night of staying here, she can already feel her energy that has been sucked out by her work returning to her— she admits enjoying the opportunity to have a peaceful time away from the hustle and bustle of Fontaine City. She does worry if the Spina will do fine with her absence but her subordinates’ enthusiasm spurred her to make this decision after learning of their President’s overworked health.
Which is why the Knave took this opportunity to sweep her off of her feet and whisk her away here to have Navia all to himself. But those plans that he whispered sweetly into her ears while Navia was under the throes of passion were already being tested. Arlecchino was suddenly called to an emergency meeting outside rather than enjoying breakfast with his lover.
Navia can see his patience waning as his feet shuffle restlessly and his hands start to become animated. His subordinates look at one another before bowing their heads, finally scurrying off with their imaginary tails between their legs. Arlecchino turns around and shoots Navia a small smile despite the frustration drawing across his brows. Navia snorts as she beckons him closer until he’s leaning against the windowsill.
She curls her hand over his forearm and languidly rubs him up and down. “What made your handsome face frown like that?”
“Nothing serious. Just work-related things.” he answers quickly before he presses light kisses across her face and stops at her brow. “But I will have to leave you earlier than I planned. The Northland Bank from Liyue demands my counsel.”
Navia tilts her face until she's murmuring against his cheek, soothingly caressing his arm. “When are you leaving?”
The Knave huffs his annoyance— he nuzzles his nose under her jaw, catching a faint scent of his cologne on her and it makes his stomach twist. “In two days, you can still stay here if you wish. It's just a pity I won’t get to spend more time with you.”
“Oh, then let me come with you!” She chirps out with a wide grin, circling her arms around his neck and playfully kissing his cheek. “I promise I won’t be a distraction.”
Arlecchino chuckles. “You would be detrimental to my work. How will I focus when your presence is hovering near me?”
He shivers when soft lips ghost over his ear, hearing her smile tainting her words. “Not my fault you can’t keep your lust in check.”
Arlecchino sighs as he pulls away and brushes his thumb over her chin. He swallows when she parts her pink lips and sticks her tongue out, teasingly licking the tip of his thumb. “Archons, you’re actually going to send me to an early grave.”
Navia simply blinks her lashes at him and feigns innocence at the accusation. It only fuels his desire to tug her forward until she’s bent over on the windowsill. He can already imagine how pretty her back would look when she arches and grips his arms close, moaning sweetly early in the morning and any passerby can witness their debauchery. Navia notices the change in his expression and rolls her eyes.
“No.”
The Knave looks bemused. “What? You’re the one who started.”
“Not right now when I haven’t drunk my coffee.” Navia glares down at the hand wandering close to her hip and smacks it away. “I need to eat first and have my morning walk. You may join me if you wish.”
Delight shows in his eyes at her invitation, noticing that she didn’t reject his advances and is open to having her as he wishes. But he will respect his lady’s routine for now— he can wait until later to have his fill.
The carriage jostles as they are pulled along the rough terrain, navigating through the deep woods bordering Sumeru and Liyue. The sounds of horses huffing and squealing echo across the wilderness— Fatui soldiers accompanying and protecting the Knave and the Spina’s President on this long journey.
Navia draws the window curtains closed once her eyes have had their time feasting on the beautiful environment. Beside her is Arlecchino talking to one of his subordinates from his side of the window, summarizing his thoughts and planning out how their stay is going to be in two days.
Navia is surprised that the Knave doesn’t try to cover her ears so that she wouldn’t listen to some dubious government secrets that the Fatui are keeping. But it shows the amount of trust he has for her and that’s something Navia will never allow herself to betray. But it’s not like she can catch anything when Arlecchino mixes in some code words here and there that Navia’s brain has a hard time processing. So in the end, she doesn’t bother to listen and try to comprehend it— as long as it doesn’t concern her or Fontaine, ignorance is bliss after all.
Arlecchino finishes his conversation and turns towards Navia with a polite smile. “How are you faring? Any motion sickness? Do we need to stop?”
“Don’t worry about me! I’m enjoying myself despite the odd company I have.”
“I did suggest that you should take a separate carriage from mine.” Arlecchino crosses his legs.
Navia shakes her head. “Which was an unnecessary suggestion by the way. Are you that sick of me that you want me to ride in a different car?”
The Knave’s eyes dart down and Navia naturally crosses her arms in defense. “As if I would ever get sick of a woman like you. Were the sweet nothings I conveyed in the nights we spent together not enough?”
“As indecent as always, Knave.” Navia snorts as she gives a playful jab against his side. “So do you have any plans after you do these meetings?”
Arlecchino leans closer until their shoulders are brushing, placing a comforting hand on her lap. She can feel the cold metal of his rings graze her skin. “A date with you in Liyue would be brilliant.”
“Sounds romantic.” Navia’s lips quirk up into a grin. “We should also buy some souvenirs for your kids.”
Arlecchino clicks his tongue. “We aren’t doing that.”
“Why not? It would be nice if their own Father could give something to them, no?” Navia pouts, hoping that it will somehow soften the cold exterior he is currently imposing.
She can’t tell if the expression he’s wearing is conflicted with feelings or just pure dismissal over the idea. From the times she has spent hanging out with the House of Hearth children, they have shown nothing but respect for their Father— some form attachments while others are indifferent to the relationship. But there’s no doubt that everyone is treated equally and he doesn’t spare any unabashed parental love unless it’s necessary.
The Knave wrestles the idea in his mind with a frown. “It would be but it’s no good if I keep spoiling them. You’re already doing that job.”
“Now you’re just making it sound like I’m some stepmother.” Navia grumbles under her breath— it’s not a complete rejection but it doesn’t bring her any hope either.
She doesn’t expect the silly joke to cause a great reaction from Arlecchino. But she watches him visibly stiffen at her words and he opens his mouth as if he’s ready to retort against her. Navia thinks she just crossed a line and is ready to apologize. But Arlecchino manages to get his bearings quickly and suddenly pulls her closer by the waist.
Navia gasps as his grip around her turns hungry and possessive as if he wants to get under her corset— the vein sitting on his neck starts to protrude as a husky laugh slips past him. Arlecchino looks at her with his maddening smile, pressing himself against her body until their chests are squished together.
“H-hey! Why are you suddenly acting like this?” Navia tries to squirm out of his hold but it’s useless when she’s dealing with a Harbinger.
When her hands try to push him away, he quickly snatches her wrist and pulls it down to his pants. Navia’s eyes widen when her palm lands on his crotch, cupping the evident bulge once he bucks his hips forward. She can feel the intensity of his gaze penetrating through her, searing into her skin as she can feel sweat collecting from the back of her neck.
Navia licks her lips as she stares at his ravenous eyes. After a short pause, her mind clicks with clarity as she recognizes what he’s conveying. The Knave sucks in a breath as he looks down at her pretty hand, massaging him through his pants until she catches onto his buttons.
Navia flashes a coy smile. “Are you imagining something, Knave?”
Arlecchino feels both humiliated and excited as her desire matches his hunger, deliberately rubbing him up and down as if she’s getting the feel of his dildo hidden underneath. “What do you mean?” He swallows thickly.
He should have known that Navia doesn’t waste time beating around the bush— it’s one of the qualities he loves about her.
“Did you get turned on at the thought of me becoming your wife?” Her sultry voice sends a spike of arousal to shoot down his abdomen.
He sighs against her neck, moving his hips at a snail’s pace to meet her touches. Navia chuckles to his ear. “Or was it the fantasy of me becoming a mother?”
The Knave feels like a hot flash burns through his bloodstream, reminiscent of the cursed flames that flow endlessly in his body. The air in the carriage turns hot— her hand becomes bolder as she pops a button open and slides underneath to wrap around his fake cock. Arlecchino grips her hips with a quiet groan, trying his best to control his unsteady heart from jumping out and landing in her hands.
Navia isn’t foolish enough to not recognize the ferocious lust that’s building up inside him, pulsing under his muscles until he snaps and latches onto her like a predator. But she likes testing his patience, wishing to see the raw emotions that lay dormant within him.
She takes out his cock and both of them stare down to watch her pump it up and down. Arlecchino swears that his nerves are somehow attached to this thing and that he has deluded himself into believing that he can feel her. It’s difficult not to imagine when Navia is so good at dragging the pleasure out of him.
“Answer my question, dear.” Navia grabs his jaw with a commanding tone, squeezing the dildo by the base to stop him from moving.
The Knave feels his pride waning as his thoughts draw back to yesterday’s eventful night with her— sweaty bodies pinning against one another, Navia’s sweet moans echoing through the summer house, the flush of red adorning her freckled chest and face, the unbridled lust written across her face while she cries for him, and the soaked tightness wrapped around him as if she refuses to let him go.
He feels his core throb at the uncontrollable thoughts haunting him. He hisses when her manicured nails claw his jaw, reminding him of their current circumstances.
Arlecchino pulls his broken pride away and drags his lips across her collarbone. “I like the idea of both. Archons, I want you to stay beside me and allow me to fuck myself inside until your belly is swollen.”
You’re insane. She wants to say it out loud but the dizziness and the tension sitting in her stomach distracts her. Navia sighs shakily at his unashamed confession, pressing her legs together as she feels arousal drip down her flushed body. “Good boy. I’ll let you live your fantasies once you finish your work.”
“Anything you want.” The Knave mutters as if he’s in a drunken haze, mouthing against her salty skin and tracing his tongue across her moles. “Let me make you feel good.”
Navia laughs breathlessly, tangling her fingers through his hair and leading him off of his seat. “Kneel.”
She knows it’s unwise to do this while they are in a moving carriage and the soldiers close by. But this irritating throbbing in her cunt is one she cannot allow to possess before she roams around the streets of Liyue, not wanting to think about craving his fingers filling her up inside throughout the day. Arlecchino quickly positions himself between her legs and lifts the hem of her dress with careful hands. Navia gives an appreciative hum as he plants tender kisses across her legs, not forgetting to worship his lady even when they’re about to commit a scandalous act outside of their bedroom.
He drags his tongue against her inner thigh, relishing the delightful shiver as he draws near to where she wants him. He noses against her clothed center, giving teasing licks through the fabric and being blessed with Navia’s quiet moan. Arlecchino swears that he's grown addicted to her voice— whether she’s excitedly rambling about her day, yelling his ear off or sobbing out his name against his lips, he can never get enough hearing them and seek it out of her.
Navia gives a warning tug against his scalp, urging him to be quick or else someone will interrupt them. Arlecchino is not one to deny her wishes so he pulls her stained underwear to the side and sticks his tongue out. She bites down on her hand to muffle her voice as he starts making broad strokes from her wet folds and flicks up toward her clit. With how sensitive she usually is, it's hard for her to keep quiet— the exciting yet nerve-wracking thought of someone catching them brings an addicting rush down her veins.
“Fuck- you look so good below me…” Navia husks out before a restrained groan spills out of her when he retaliates by sucking her clit— she blushes madly at the filthy noises and the eager look in his eyes as if he’s been starved for days.
And the sight of his dick protruding out of his zipper sends a bolt of pleasure to her core. With her impulses guiding her, she navigates her foot downwards until she’s able to press his cock against his stomach with the sole of her high heels. The raunchy display of dominance causes Arlecchino to falter in his movements as he looks down with wide eyes.
“N-Navia, you…”
She flashes him an alluring smile. “Keep going, Knave. Don’t let me distract you.”
Arlecchino scrunches his brows together before pushing his mouth back on her pussy, suckling greedily against her clit. That causes her to tremble with a whiny moan and her foot accidentally slides down to the base of his cock.
This whole situation is killing him. He doesn’t know how Navia can effortlessly captivate him and make him feel entranced by her every movement until he can no longer live without her. If he separates himself from her for a day, it feels like his obsessive nature is coming to claw his heart out and yearn desperately for her presence— he can’t handle such a possibility and he’s happy that he can spend more time together even when he has work to do.
He slides two fingers inside, collecting her wetness and moaning at how warm and tight she feels as he begins to push inside her. Navia throws her head back, involuntarily shoving her hips forward as his long fingers deliciously fill her up. The Knave begins thrusting his fingers, having no time to spare as his main goal is to push her to the edge and witness her body writhe with ecstasy.
“S-so good for me, puppy…” Navia moans as she cards her fingers through his hair, admiring the frown of his brows as he dedicates himself to her pleasure.
“Don’t call me that.” Arlecchino gives a small bite on her other thigh, flashing a wicked smile as he watches the shivers crawl up the curves of her body.
The carriage jostles a little, causing Navia to put one hand on her seat while Arlecchino supports her by the hips and almost stumbles on his knees. They both laugh a little, remembering that they’re doing this in a not-so-private setting.
Her eyes stare down at him, all red-faced as she digs her fingers through his scalp and tugs his mouth back to her cunt. Arlecchino releases a groan at the sharp stings prickling from his head and down his neck, enamored by Navia’s firm control despite how distracted she is.
“Don’t try to argue when you look like a whore serving me.” Navia scoffs before giving him a quick yet light slap against his cheek, mocking him and bruising his ego further. When he stares at her with an offended look, Navia slaps him on the other cheek, turning his anger into deep arousal.
Her haughty laughter rings in his ears, flooding him with a desire that encompasses his entire being. “Make me come and maybe I’ll give you a little reward later.”
That is enough to convince him to shut his mouth and tug her hips forward until her legs are hooked over his shoulders. Her dress becomes bunched up as he pushes himself into her heat, mercilessly licking against her soaked pussy and shivering through his forearm when she clenches around his fingers.
Navia feels her heart pounding loudly against her ears as the pleasure climbs higher until she isn’t able to hold it in. She begs for him to go faster and harder, let him break her and mold her back into pieces. Arlecchino holds her hips down in a bruising grip when she begins to squirm away from him. With a disapproving growl, he turns his thrusts into a maddening pace that Navia swears she will go blind from how hard she squeezes her eyes shut.
Her body grows taut as she edges closer and closer— her voice struggling to keep quiet and her hand pushing him impossibly closer until his face is pressed against her crotch. But Arlecchino doesn’t mind it when her toned legs press against the side of his face— it would be a rewarding experience to suffocate in her thighs while he’s ravishing her.
Arlecchino is incredibly aroused by her selfishness, her carelessness towards him and how her desperation eats away at her rationality— she uses him as if he’s a toy for her to fuck and ruin and the wicked thought sends him into a spiral of lunacy. He wonders if he can ever contain his madness for her if she keeps acting like an adorable little slut. He wouldn’t dare to say that deplorable title out loud but he knows Navia will always get reduced into a pliant, dear thing once he gets his hands on her and vice versa.
Even if she exerts control over him and dictates his every move in bed, she will always succumb to her impulses and let Arlecchino ruin her. Other than the late-night conversations they would have underneath the blankets, these moments are the only times Navia will fully let her guard down and allow herself to be vulnerable. She will cry for him, beg for more, demand his attention, control his inhibitions, scratch his body down, kiss his skin until he bruises and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“I-I’m gonna cum!” Navia harshly whispers before she goes on ahead to use his mouth to fuck herself against it, urgently humping him to reach that pleasure she badly aches for.
Arlecchino curls his fingers and thrusts one last time, prodding against her sensitive spot which causes her to accidentally moan too loud. Navia doesn’t have time to panic as she bites her hand and convulses against him. Navia feels like a furnace has exploded in her body, burning through her limbs until the only thing that’s grounding her is Arlecchino’s supporting hand holding her tight. She trembles as he slows his fingers until he’s able to pull them out. He admires the wetness that coats his fingers— he can’t help but taste her and put on a little show just for a tease.
Navia’s orgasm slowly fades until her mind drifts into a heady state. She whines for his kisses and Arlecchino relents by giving into the sweetness of her lips. Navia sighs softly, wrapping her arms around his neck and praising him for his efforts. Arlecchino chuckles at the dreamy look in her eyes— it’s one of the favorite things he likes to see and he takes pride in the fact that he’s the only one who can see this side of her.
Once she manages to get her bearings, Arlecchino quickly cleans up the mess between her legs and pats down her dress until there aren’t any prominent wrinkles to note on. He has completely forgotten about his dick being out in the open until Navia points it out and he has to fumble with his pants to get it inside— it’s such an embarrassing thing but good thing she’s too sleepy to tease him about it.
Navia usually becomes softer after sex so she snuggles against his neck, murmuring how much she loves him and how she wishes that they were back at the summer house.
He senses a hint of sentimentality beneath her mellow voice— he wishes that he could bottle her feelings up and swallow them whole until he’s able to manifest all of her fantasies for her. But that irrational feeling in his heart doesn’t last long as he reminds himself to stay resolute for the both of them.
Navia nips his jaw lightly. “Was your confession a part of your fantasy?”
“Yes…” Arlecchino closes his eyes, not wanting to meet her knowing gaze. “I don’t know when I started thinking that way. Maybe because you were good with children.”
“Wouldn’t it be a cute thing to see if we could have our own?” Navia’s words send a violent flutter rippling through his heart. “They can have your eyes or your pretty hair. Maybe your stubbornness too.”
Arlecchino lets himself get drawn to her dream— both of them know it’s impossible to build a proper family together given his unique circumstances as a Harbinger holding him back. He knows he won’t be able to achieve normalcy but Navia’s presence can grant that albeit momentarily. She isn’t a distraction at all but a blessing that helps him realize that Peruere still lives inside him.
No matter how many tribulations he grits his teeth through, it feels nice to know that his softer side is sleeping in his heart. He’s too ashamed to bring that part of him out there but with Navia, maybe he can let himself reveal it bit by bit.
“I prefer it if they have your features.” Arlecchino mutters and there’s a solemn truth in his words. He doesn’t want his imaginary children to bear this ancient curse. “With your bright energy and darling face, even I would have no choice but to coddle them.”
Navia gives him a smack on his shoulder but she looks bashful about it. “Hey, you can’t say that when you have actual children at home.”
Arlecchino huffs but he doesn’t fight her on it. He gathers her in his arms, combing through her silky hair— his mind paints a picture of a child with a golden smile and golden hair, pulling him outside with elated spirits bursting in the air. He can already imagine Navia sitting in a bed of flowers, coaxing him and their child to sit so they can admire the morning sun-
He takes a deep breath, calming himself after almost drowning in that blissful hallucination. He checks to see if Navia has noticed but thankfully, she’s sleeping soundly. His face turns red, cursing under his breath as he buries his nose against her hair.
It’s a surprise when a subordinate comes to check on them to see the couple sleeping peacefully together— there wasn’t a single instance where the cautious Knave allowed himself to rest. He may be a light sleeper but this is the first time where he has let his guard down and didn’t respond to their calls.
Miss Navia sure is a force to be reckoned with. One of them comments and they all unanimously agree. They don’t gossip about it but everyone can tell that something has changed within the Knave.
Navia finishes her short shopping trip around Liyue after she realizes that she needs to start budgeting or else she’ll have to drain the Knave’s wallet instead (he probably wouldn’t mind). Once she arrives at the lodging house, she haphazardly drops her bags to the side and throws herself against the bed— Navia hums at the softness and clean smell of fresh bed sheets.
She almost fall asleep if it wasn’t for the polite knocking on her door, reminding her that one of Arlecchino’s subordinates would be delivering her food. Navia doesn’t feel as guilty sending them for errands when she’s familiar with ordering her own men around back at home. But it’s still an odd thing to witness that the Fatui soldiers can be that accommodating to her.
Navia thanks the soldier with a bright smile and doesn’t waste any time feasting on Liyue’s dishes— she has come to adore their food ever since her first visit and she sometimes finds herself craving them. She gazes out the window, admiring the ginkgo leaves fluttering in the wind. The pleasant bustling of the mercantile streets fills her senses with serenity and it makes the food taste ten times better in her tongue as she immerses herself in the new environment— this is why she adores going on trips to foreign nations.
After finishing her food (she realized she ordered too much but she hates leftovers so she ate it all with sheer will), Navia slumps to bed with a simple dress shirt and shorts— her face devoid of any makeup and her hair freshly combed out her styled curls. With her head lying against plush pillows, she turns to observe Arlecchino’s belongings sitting at her other side of the room. He didn’t bring much to the trip other than spare clothes but she is curious about what else he has stored in his luggage.
But her legs fail to cooperate with her once afternoon fatigue has settled in. The faint chimes of the bells and the merchants’ melodic chants for more sales echo from outside, helping her sleepy eyelids shut close. All her muscles seem to soften and mellow out as she succumbs to the pillows— it’s one of those times where she’s teetering between being awake or asleep so she is left resting until her senses dull out her surroundings.
She doesn’t know how much time has passed when she starts going in and out of her napping. After some time, the sun spills between the blinds and paints her room in an orange light. Navia croaks out a whine when the bed dips on one side and a hand gently caresses her head.
The scent of sandalwood envelops her senses but she perks up when a faint familiar metallic smell lies beneath that cologne. When her eyes flutter open with confusion, she is met with the sight of Arlecchino sitting at the edge of the bed. With his satin ruffle shirt unbuttoned into a v-neck to show off his cursed tattoos, he looks dashing and benign under the warm lighting.
Navia’s lips curl into a sleepy smile. “You’re finally home. Give me a kiss.”
Arlecchino chuckles at the endearingly small voice before leaning down to plant a tender kiss on her awaiting lips. Navia hums as she circles her arms around his neck, slowly pulling him down until he is almost pressed against her torso. Arlecchino readjusts himself until he’s lying beside her. Navia fully turns to his side and cups his face into her palms, shamelessly peppering kisses all over his face until he is laughing louder.
Her heart feels a burn at the foreign sound, witnessing how his eyes crinkle and his lips pull into a toothy grin. A boyish charm that Navia has come to love as Arlecchino sinks into her embrace.
“I see that you have splurged your savings once again.” Arlecchino murmurs against her cheek, giving a small pinch on her arm.
Navia whines. “I didn't buy anything expensive!”
“I doubt that when one of my men spotted you buying from Mingxing Jewelry.”
“I knew someone was stalking me!” Navia huffs at him, landing a hard smack on his shoulder. “I don’t like people following me— I told you this.”
The Knave hums. “My apologies. I’ll try not to invade your privacy and time too much.”
Despite the grumbling from her, she still lets Arlecchino wrap his arms around and pull her close. She buries herself against the crook of his neck. “You better keep your word.”
Once he thinks he’s off the hook, Navia gasps and pushes herself off of him. Before Arlecchino can question her, his shirt suddenly gets pulled open and finds himself in a scandalized state.
“What are you-“
Navia rips the collar of his shirt down his shoulder and spots bandages wrapped around his arm. “When did you get this?”
Arlecchino groans at her, attempting to pull himself away but Navia maintains a tight grip. “Nothing serious. A few treasure hoarders tried to attack me while I was walking outside the city.”
“You’re still bleeding! I can smell it from here, you fool! Navia points at the evident stain of red splotching the center of the bandages. “Tell your men to bring some first aid kit.”
The Knave doesn’t want to. But when he sees that Navia has no intentions of letting this go, he gets one of the soldiers guarding outside their lodging to fetch him first aid supplies. Once Navia gets her hands on them, she wastes no time cleaning his wound. He’s right about it not being a serious injury so he doesn’t get why Navia is worrying so much about it.
“I could do this myself.” Arlecchino frowns, watching her stitch up the wound he received from a blunt sword.
“But you didn't and now I’m going to help you.” Navia says with an unyielding tone— her ocean blue eyes glaring with undivided focus. “You need to start learning that there are people who care about you and will worry for your well-being. Not just your children but also I’m in the picture now.”
Arlecchino doesn’t say anything. His earlier defiance dies down hearing the underlying concern in her scolding voice. Even when she’s upset, she still looks pretty in his eyes. If he ever says that out loud at this inappropriate time, he will surely get smacked. So he lets her take care of him and to his displeasure, he does enjoy this a lot.
Navia lifts his arm and neatly wraps the bandages around the cleaned-up wound. “You should know better than to make your lover worry. Just like how I’m trying to take care of myself so my loved ones don’t have to worry for me, you should consider doing the same so I don’t have to worry if you end up dead somewhere in Snezhnaya or Fontaine alleyways.”
He almost laughs at the ridiculous possibilities. “That will never happen. You forget that my power is a terrifying thing for the bearer and the victim.”
“I know you’re more than capable of killing a whole army, sweetheart. But a little consideration for yourself would be nice.” Navia snaps back with her eyes rolling.
He contemplates her words, striking against his mind like hot iron. He hesitates to say his next words when he sees the earnest look Navia gives him. It’s an astounding experience to see someone care deeply about him— he may never get used to it but it isn't unwelcomed either. He can’t help but give a chaste kiss on her pouty lips and she responds with an amused huff.
Arlecchino smiles at her. “Can I make it up to you?”
After she puts away the kit, Navia squints at him. “You can start by resting with me before we go out for that dinner reservation.”
“How dull and sweet.” He jests as he lets himself be guided down until they’re lying together with his back on the bed and Navia snuggling against his uninjured arm. “I made your dear heart worry. I must do something to make amends.”
“Haha, no chance. I’m not feeling it tonight.” Navia catches the hint of disappointment, knowing that he likes having sex after a thrilling battle— it would have been sickeningly arousing and exciting if she was in the mood.
Well, who is the Knave but a prisoner of her love as he simply nods and presses his cheek against the crown of her head. “I made sure the chef prepared great dishes for you. I hope you like them.”
Navia smiles at him and gives a kiss on his shoulder. He visibly unwinds as he closes his eyes, focusing his senses on the rhythmic patting of her hand on his chest.
“I’m sure I will have a great time regardless of what we do together.”
The Knave finishes his meeting with the Northland Bank earlier than expected and to his benefit, he gets to spend more time with Navia. They stroll outside the harbor with Arlecchino holding her umbrella while she stands by the edge of the cliff, enjoying the vast Sea of Cloud. He pays more attention to her delicate features, her lips smiling wide as she gushes over how gorgeous the sights are. He pushes the umbrella above her, shielding her from the sun when her eyes start squinting from the glaring light.
Navia shoots him a grin. “Come closer. I want to take a picture of us.”
Arlecchino fondly rolls his eyes before standing behind her and staring blankly at the kamera. Navia decides to reach back, quickly pinching his cheeks together and taking the shot before he gets to register what she did.
“I’m going to burn that photo.” Arlecchino hisses at her.
Navia simply ignores him and presses a kiss mark at the edge— a signature that she has been using ever since she owned a kamera (she seems to always have a habit of leaving lipstick marks on her possessions and he has become a personal victim to them). Arlecchino has received plenty of photos from her when they were separated due to work, ranging from portraits of Navia or random pictures that Navia finds cute or appealing. Whether he receives a stray cat or a beautiful landscape in photos, Arlecchino has made it his habit to store Navia’s gifts in a locked box in his office.
As much as he wishes to stray away from anything human, he always has an attachment to items that hold sentimental value. Even to this day, Clervie’s toy sits deep within his closet storage.
Then his own name echoes around his head, yearning to bear its existence to the person he intensely feels for— to the one that deserves to know him.
“Navia.” he calls out to her and she tilts her head towards him.
She waits with a curious smile, eyebrows lifting as her warm gaze burns through his chest. It gives him enough resolve to spill it out.
“Do you wish to know my real name?” Arlecchino utters as his gaze lowers to a random patch of grass before he takes hold of his confidence to watch her expression.
He isn’t surprised to see Navia’s grin that’s enough to rival the sun— she gasps and claps at his question before leaning close to him until they’re both under the shade of the umbrella.
“Thank Focalors! I have been waiting for you to ask that!” Navia giggles as she takes his hand and shakes it around as if she’s shedding off her excitement towards him. “Please do the honors and tell me. I will need it if I ever utter my vows to you.”
Arlecchino sucks in his breath, feeling dizzy just at the imagery of Navia in a wedding dress. His head falls onto her shoulder, nuzzling the sun-kissed skin and being lured by the floral scent of her perfume.
“Call me Peruere.” He kisses her freckled shoulder, feeling the tension flow out of him.
Navia suddenly tugs him in a tight hug— her bubbling laughter echoing through the hollow space of his ribcage. “Peruere, huh?” She sounds it out as if she’s tasting him for the first time— her soft voice tickles his ear.
“Say it again.” The Knave trails his kisses across her cheek and she laughs at the neediness in his voice.
“Peruere.” Navia whispers as she caresses his jaw, watching it clench at her simple touch. “Nice to meet you, Peruere.”
Arlecchino smirks widely before squeezing Navia in his arms. “Beautiful. I like how it sounds from your lips.”
Navia rolls her eyes. “You like any noises that come out of my mouth.”
He knowingly winks at her and Navia shoves him off with an amused scoff, grumbling about his perverted attitude— He chooses not to argue against it. Arlecchino tells her that she can only call him Peruere when they’re alone and Navia enjoys the prospect of having special permission to say his real name.
It means that she has finally reached that level of trust with him and it makes her feel good to know that Arlecchino perceives her that way. At first, she was going to coax his secrets out of him since she’s been morbidly curious of who her beloved Knave truly is. But it seems Arlecchino would prefer to let time flow past them and naturally get close together. It’s an idea that Navia welcomes happily, wishing to only do things that makes him comfortable in their private time together.
Once they refreshed themselves with the afternoon air, Navia told him that she had a little surprise for him back in the lodging. The Knave instantly feels heat enter his body as he recalls that frisky moment they shared in the carriage. Will she finally live up to her promise? His hands have been aching to touch and bruise every crevice of her skin.
His anticipation is palpable as he sits on the bed with his knee bouncing anxiously. The water runs from the bathroom, testing his patience further when she takes her sweet time preparing Celestia knows what is in there. But nothing can prepare him to see what Navia is wearing as she steps out with a devilish smile.
The Knave swears his heart stopped working for a moment when his eyes rake down the all-white white lingerie she’s wearing. She saunters towards him with her sinful hips and long legs, standing in front of him with an assertive look. From the sweet smell and the curves of her body, he tries to reach for her but he’s pulled out of his reverence for her when Navia grabs his chin and tilts his face upwards until they’re making eye contact.
There’s mischief brewing in her eyes— something cruel and delightful that Arlecchino wishes to know. He shivers when her nails teasingly graze her jaw, silently commanding him his undivided attention.
Navia coos at how charmed her lover looks. “Let me take care of you, Peruere. You deserve it after all your hard work.” She gestures to the bandaged shoulder and he’s unable to complain when the previous name renders him silent.
He swallows his words when her hands start roaming down his chest, slowly pulling his shirt open until his toned torso presents itself for her. Navia licks her lips, snaking her fingers down the top surgery scars before they palm against his stomach. Arlecchino trembles under her, finding it difficult to hold himself together when Navia is intent on worshiping his body.
He groans at the delectable sight of her breasts sitting in front of his face, wishing to shower them with his kisses and lick the salt of her skin. Navia chuckles at his pained expression as she descends, pushing his body back until he’s splayed out across the bed. Navia climbs his lap, squeezing him with her strong legs and doing a dirty grind of his hips to rile him up.
The sensual sway of her hips causes him to let out a strained sigh, planting his hands on her thighs and gripping it tight for support. Navia purrs at the subtle roughness of his touches as she exaggeratedly moans and cups her breasts. Arlecchino feels a flare of jealousy as his eyes focus solely on what her hands are doing, imagining that it’s his hands that are touching her instead.
“You’re going to drool if you keep your mouth open.” Navia murmurs as she puts her hands back on him, expertly unlatching the belt of his pants while maintaining a heated gaze.
Arlecchino clears his throat. “Can you blame me? You look so fucking good sitting on top of me.”
Navia does a pretty laugh that latches onto his heart. “Always so sweet, aren’t you? My dear Peruere…”
He doesn’t know if he regrets or is grateful that he decided to tell her that cursed name because all it does is fan the flames brewing in his abdomen. The way she utters his name in a seductive tone sends pleasant tingles all across his brain— it’s as addicting as hearing her laughter.
Navia leans to him with her blonde locks cascading down and tickling his skin, kissing and sucking on his neck with a small hum. Arlecchino tilts his head back, encouragingly rubbing her thighs as her hungry lips drift down to his chest and kiss each scar that has tainted his pale skin. She gives an occasional bite or two, gauging his flustered reaction with fierce lust.
“My handsome baby boy…” Navia chuckles huskily at his blushing face as she frees his pants open and pulls them down until they are pooling around his ankles.
Arlecchino growls under his breath. “Stop calling me that.”
“But are you not mine, Peruere?” Navia mutters against the muscle of his abdomen, snaking her hand between his legs and cupping him through his boxers. “I only wish to spoil you in bed.”
Arlecchino bites his lip as she rubs her fingers against his clothed crotch, feeling up his clit until he can feel the throbbing become an insistent need that must be itched. He shudders with a low moan when she spits on her hand and uses it as lubrication to continue stroking him until his boxers dampen.
Her other hand brushes his bangs back, admiring the needy look in his eyes. But they shut close when she pinches his protruding clit, letting out a choked groan at the electrifying pressure that slowly turns into molten heat pleasure.
Navia rests her forehead against his— her heartbeat intensifying as her wet fingers finally dip under his boxers. She lets out a soft sigh as she comes into contact with his soaked entrance.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” Her jaw slackens in awe, closely observing Arlecchino’s expression switch to frustration as he yearns for something more.
He bucks his hips with a hiss when she swipes her fingers against his clit. “N-Navia…” he gives her a warning.
Navia flashes an unkind smile. “Let me play with you some more, darling. You’re so hard for me.” She emphasizes with firm strokes against his clit, causing him to thrash under her hold.
She pins him down with her arm against his chest and growls out an order for him to stay put. Arlecchino cries out at the merciless pressure of her slender fingers. He can feel the tension coiled inside him preparing to snap in half. Arlecchino’s body quivers with need, scrambling to hold himself together as he feels his sanity slipping away.
But then suddenly her fingers push inside him and Arlecchino sobs out a debauched moan, arching his back at the strong wave of pleasure drowning him. She doesn’t let him take a moment to rest as she begins fucking him harshly, causing the heel of her palm to smack against his clit and that added stimulation is sending him quickly to release.
Tears gather around his eyes as he clings to her, breathing hotly against her breasts. Navia doesn’t mind when he clumsily mouths against her bra like a starved dog, feeling drunk off of the obscene expression on his face. She thought it would take a while for him to break down under her command but now she wants to push him further to his limit until he’s crying for her to stop.
That ferocious hunger sits in her chest, threatening to break out and claw Arlecchino until he’s a docile, filthy mess. Navia laughs as he releases a string of curses, staring up at her with a silent plea to help ruin him. He struggles to find his words when she inserts a third finger, pumping them deep inside until his walls cling to her as if they want her to stay inside forever.
Navia hums sweetly, loosening the pressure she has put on his chest. “Come here, Peruere.”
The Knave wastes no time pulling their bodies together, feeling relief course through him as he enjoys the soft and supple skin against the hardness of his toned body. Navia tugs him by his scalp, recklessly smashing their lips together until their teeth knock on each other and their tongues lick against their lips. He can’t stop the moans from spilling out as Navia roughly fucks him until the pleasure floods his head and makes him lightheaded.
Navia drinks up his moans, straining her arms to keep up the fast pace until she recognizes the telltale signs of his imminent release when his walls begin squeezing sporadically and his wetness leaks out of his hole.
“That’s it, baby…” Navia soothes him. But when he tries to hide his face out of shame, she clicks her tongue in disapproval before pulling his head away from her. “No hiding. Don't you dare look away.”
Arlecchino shudders at her stern voice— intent on viciously dominating him with her passion. He can’t help but whine, desperately thrusting his hips in time with Navia’s. His stomach tightens at the overwhelming sensations— his eyes are obscured with a blur of his tears as he trudges closer to the edge. He chokes out a gasp when Navia digs her nails against his scalp and when she leans to whisper against his ears, his entire body locks up and zeroes in on her voice.
“Cum for me, Peruere…”
A sob rips out of his throat as he violently trembles, clinging to her arms as his hips buck uncontrollably against her fingers. She slows down her thrusts, coaxing the intense orgasm out of him while she watches the ripples of pleasure travel through every inch of his body. Arlecchino grits his teeth, shakily groaning and gripping her arm to stop her from stimulating him further. Then his body free falls into that ecstasy that mellows him out and melts him into a puddle.
Sparks of pleasure draw across his spine, spots of colors appear beneath his eyelids, his heart becomes louder as he loses himself from reality, and Navia is there to witness the bliss that enters his face. She carefully pulls out and wipes her fingers clean with tissue from the bedside drawer. Arlecchino whines when she tries to get out of bed, clutching onto her waist in hopes that she will nap with him.
Navia laughs at how soft-looking and domesticated the Knave has become after one orgasm. He must have been really pent up than she thought. “We need to clean you up, my dear.”
The Knave grumbles under his breath but he eventually lets himself get pulled out of bed after he feels the uncomfortable stickiness between his legs. Navia hurries on with the aftercare and helps him in the shower. His recovery is quicker than normal so he immediately becomes touchy with her under the shower head, tickling her sides as revenge— the post-orgasm clarity is now hitting him and he wishes he could bury himself on the ground or exact the same treatment onto her.
But Navia reasons with him that he still needs to rest. Although he is unsatisfied with not being able to give back, he relents when she snuggles up to him under the blankets. It’s the first night where Navia mutters his name goodnight and it fills him with insurmountable warmth that he’s unable to contain.
“Sleep well, Peruere…” Navia mumbles sleepily, burying her face under his chin.
Arlecchino shakily sighs, letting himself get lulled to sleep with her soft breathing.
Navia senses something amiss the moment she steps out of the lodging house as if there are several eyes pinned on her. But the people in the harbor have grown accustomed to her presence and it’s her final day before they have to travel back to Fontaine. Other than the occasional greetings she receives, no one is openly watching her but she can feel it. She thinks it’s because she hasn’t gotten her usual dose of caffeine and her adjustment to Liyue tea is causing her to feel odd.
But this is the first time she feels something ominous lurking somewhere in the background. As a result, she isn’t able to fully relax on her last day here and it’s irritating her that whatever is causing this uneasiness is ruining her mood.
She isn’t able to consult about this with the Knave until nighttime comes— the streets have become quieter and there is warmth coloring the surroundings as the lanterns light up her way. She has booked a reservation to Wangshu Inn as their last meal and Arlecchino has notified her earlier that he will join her in an hour or so. Navia argues that she can wait for him but he thinks it’s unnecessary. After a lot of back-and-forth argument, Arlecchino unsurprisingly surrenders to her demands and finishes his last meeting in Liyue.
With the Knave’s men guarding her carriage, she spends her time silently contemplating whether or not she should seek out whoever is stalking her. She is definitely sure that someone’s trying to get her alone but maybe they will be cautious now that Arlecchino is accompanying her.
Arlecchino notices that Navia is more distracted than usual. She keeps looking out the window or behind their backs as if someone is there. When he tries to take a look himself, his sharp eyes catch onto a quick shift of a shadow moving to an innocent wagon owner who’s riding behind them.
Arlecchino signals for one of his men on a horseback to check on the suspicious activity and he watches them slow their pace until their horse is trotting next to the wagon. Navia watches the soldier inquire with the man behind them and lets out a heavy sigh.
“You should have told me earlier so I could deal with it.” Arlecchino hums out.
“I was going to but it seems you have beat me to it.” Navia can’t help but worry when there’s an unknown threat that she isn’t able to immediately solve. “Please go easy on whoever is stalking me. I don’t want you getting a murder charge in a foreign nation— the laws here are just as brutal as ours and no amount of loopholes you try to jump through will let you escape from the Tianquan.”
He shakes his head. “I won’t do anything reckless, I promise. But maybe a little roughhousing won’t hurt, no?”
“Peruere.” Navia coldly mutters his name. It’s completely different from his Fatui name and the effect it gives doesn’t warrant the proper reaction she expected.
His arrogant smile presents itself across his lips. “Navia.” He even sings out her name.
“Seriously, don’t do anything.” She groans at him.
“Okay, okay. I won’t kill the poor guy if that will ease your worries.” Arlecchino softens as he gives a reassuring pat on her knee.
They eventually confront the stalker once they arrive at the entrance of Wangshu Inn. But to both of their shock, it isn’t actually some malicious creep who wants to kidnap her or something. Instead, it’s some infatuated fanatic of Navia who wishes to date her. They tried to get close to her but the Millelith near the inn was quick to apprehend the stalker before they could do anything.
But Navia is more entertained than disturbed when she notices how disgruntled Arlecchino looks afterwards. His mood noticeably became irritated when they were listening to the stalker ramble about how beautiful Navia was and how they wished that they would marry them.
As a habit, Arlecchino always has a protective hand on her back. Through the night, he hovers too closely around her space to the point that she has to remind him to step back. She doesn’t mind it if they’re alone but when there are still customers and guests nearby, she can’t help but feel shy at the blatant display of possessiveness.
While they wait for their food at their table, Navia bites her smile down as Arlecchino gives loving kisses at each of her fingers— he always shamelessly demonstrates his love for her regardless if they’re in a public setting or not. He doesn’t care if someone overheard him talking inappropriately or if he has that lovesick smile on his face. He likes to dedicate his attention on one thing and is never the type to half-ass something (which is a charm that Navia loves about him).
Nonetheless, Navia always feels content and safe to be with him. But if she was told that that’s how she viewed the Knave a year ago, she would have told them that they had gone insane. But here she is, being as much of an idiot as he is.
Even when their food arrives, Arlecchino still wears that strange look on his face as if he’s deep in his thoughts again. Navia pays it no mind for now while they’re enjoying their meal, complimenting the chef and the flavor of each dish.
“That was so nice.” She sets down her bowl and pats her stomach— her energy all replenished despite how late it’s getting. “I’m so glad I had this impromptu trip with you.”
Arlecchino finally lets himself smile. “Me too. You being here made work less tedious. But it’s still a pity we didn’t get to do what we planned back in the summer house.”
“Well, that gives us something to look forward to next time we go on a vacation.” Navia slides her hand through his and smiles at the ring sitting faithfully on his finger. “I know how much you wanted to do that fishing trip.”
Arlecchino scoffs. “Oh shush, I wasn’t that upset.”
“Baby, you had your whole gear prepared and you even bought me my fishing pole.” Navia snorts at his embarrassed face. “No need to be shy about it. I’m not teasing you.”
Their conversation endlessly flows from one topic to the next even when their last entrees have been plated across their table. Navia naturally worries about the Spina members back at home while Arlecchino is thinking about what his children are doing. At first, she thinks that’s why he was being quiet and grumpy earlier but he’s still hiding whatever is bothering him.
Navia sighs as she places her chopsticks down. “Peruere.”
He perks up, still unused to her calling him like that. “Yes?”
“What’s on your mind tonight? Mind if you tell me?”
Arlecchino avoids her eyes. “It’s childish.”
“Nonsense.” Navia frowns at his words. “You know that you can tell me anything.”
“I know. It’s about that stalker situation and I know it has already been resolved but I still feel upset that they had the gall to approach after scaring you like that.” Arlecchino pinches his brows together. “And yes, I know that I have nothing to worry about. It’s not about being insecure about you leaving for someone else or whatever nonsense that is.”
He takes a deep breath and intensely stares back at her. “But I feel that my obsession has grown stronger the more time I spend with you and anyone who dares to pursue you, I feel violent enough to do something I might regret.”
Navia squeezes his hand. “If you’re worried about me being disturbed by that, trust me when I say that it will take a lot to scare me off.”
“I understand that. But it’s just humiliating when I feel this strongly for you while you’re so pure and tender with your love— you don’t get jealous as easily as I do.” Arlecchino watches fondly as her fingers play with his ring.
She presses her lips together. “Who says that I don’t feel jealous?”
“You don’t make it obvious.” He tilts his head, feeling curious when has Navia ever exhibited a hint of jealousy.
“Maybe you’re just oblivious to how women look at you or talk about you.” Navia lets go of his hand and huffs at him.
To her dismay, he looks genuinely confused and it’s almost endearing. “I would be the first person to know if someone tried anything with me. When was the last time you felt jealous?”
“A moment ago, the waitress gave you a wink but you were too busy ogling me to notice her doing that. I felt annoyed about it at first but I was too distracted by you to bother pointing it out.” Navia quickly confessed with her cheeks burning.
Arlecchino tries not to tease her. It’s hard when she looks adorable with those pouty lips.
Navia covers her blushing face, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “So it’s not just you that are feeling those things. And don’t say that I’m not as obsessed as you are! Why else would I put up with your attitude and your crazy fantasies?”
“Don’t pretend like you’re innocent either. I still remember you calling me a dog before we dated.”
“Oh shut up and finish your food! I’m not talking about this anymore!” Navia kicks him under the table, causing him to wince at the unexpected power behind it.
They happily finish their dinner and continue with their journey back home. It was quite uneventful but both didn’t mind the peaceful ride as they were satisfied enough with each other’s presence.
Navia was too tired to get back to her role as the Spina’s President so she selfishly took another day off and spent it lazing around in her home. So far, two people visited her after she returned from Liyue— Clorinde and Furina were eager to hear about her trip. Navia got a little shy sharing her relationship with others but she’s grateful that they’re not as judgemental as they initially were.
They spent their bonding time baking together and playing card games— Clorinde and Navia won plenty of times while Furina only managed to snatch a win once. But they all enjoyed the short time they spent together as the two of them left her home to continue with their day. Navia suspects that they’re going on a date with the way they keep eyeing one another and are all shy whenever they interact. But she will wait for them to confirm and afterwards, she will tease them relentlessly about how obvious they were.
In the late afternoon, Neuvillette made a surprise visit but it was short since he was only there to deliver a gift from Wriothesley. She was just running out of tea from the cupboards so she tells Neuvillette to give the Duke her thanks for supplying her with a new pack of them.
By the time the moonlit night greets her, another knock on the door echoes across the corridor. Navia smiles knowingly as she quickly tidies up her hair and runs to the front door to greet her special guest.
When she swings the door open, Arlecchino looks as dashing as ever despite the long day he had to work through as soon as he got home. Without exchanging any words, Navia shuts the door and pulls him in a loving embrace— her home becomes less lonely whenever he visits and for some reason, he prefers to stay at her home unless the Knave is needed back at the House of the Hearth. Otherwise, he mostly sleeps in her bed and leaves the next morning as if he has moved in.
Even when he doesn’t need to sleep here, he treats this place as his second home and often hangs around the living room or the kitchen. It’s to the point that she has given him a spare key so that he can come and go as he pleases without her permission. Of course, there are rules around the house that he’s forbidden to do like how her closet is only for her eyes or how he isn’t allowed to cook without her supervision— it’s only because she gets anxious when other people use her kitchen.
Arlecchino is immediately dragged to her bedroom and he laughs when Navia does nothing but shower him with endless kisses. He questions what has caused this but all she feels is undeniable affection that she physically cannot contain. He isn’t going to complain when it feels like he’s being rewarded with her love and attention.
But her intentions seem to make themselves known as soon as she tries to tug against his belt. Arlecchino is surprised by the sudden development and catches her wrist before she can continue.
Navia looks concerned for a second. “Oh, was I being too aggressive? I’m sorry, I suddenly pulled you here and you probably aren’t in the mood to-“
“Navia, relax.” Arlecchino pats her cheek, taking a deep breath along with her and smiling. “I’m just wondering what got you so eager.”
Navia bites her lip, fiddling with the belt loops of his pants. “Is the offer still up?”
“What offer?”
She sheepishly cast her eyes to the ground— the tension in her stomach doubles. “What we talked about in the carriage…”
Arlecchino’s eyes light up, tightening her hold around her waist as a rush of adrenaline hits. “Yes, yes. A thousand times yes, please.”
Navia squeals when he twirls her around and pins her down on the bed, mounting over her with a salacious smirk. “H-hey! Let me just-“
“No, it’s my turn to have my way with you.” The Knave groans as he cants his hips downwards, grinding his groin against her.
Navia arches her back with a gasp as her dress collects around her waist— the erotic sight of her legs being held by his strong arms while he grinds against her ignites her thirst. But with this vulnerable position and his lecherous words poisoning her senses, she’s unable to seize back control. She cries out a moan as his nails rake down her thighs before he gives a sharp smack on the supple part.
“Peruere-“ her words are cut short when he delivers another smack and this one stings harder than the last, causing a red mark to appear on her skin.
He releases a raspy laugh, enjoying how much she helplessly squirms underneath him. “You also look pretty like this. I miss being inside you, Navia…”
She sucks in a breath through gritted teeth, clawing her nails over his arms. “Then stop wasting my time and fuck me!”
The Knave grins at her impatience. He lets Navia do the honor of taking off his clothes until he’s left with his briefs and the straps looped around his hips. With him standing by the edge of the bed and her sitting between his legs, he watches her attach the dildo at the center. He tenses up his stomach when she gives a teasing stroke at the base of the length, smiling at the smallest reactions he gives. She plants tender kisses on the scarring across his ribcage, staring up at him with feigned innocence that only entices this sickening hunger within him.
He hisses under his breath as her mouth descend until she’s right in front of the head of his cock. She languidly pumps her fist around it, sticking out her tongue as if she’s permitting him to fuck her throat. The Knave can’t deny how insanely sexy she looks when she’s this bold. He can’t help but let out a quiet moan when she presses the tip on the flat of her tongue before she closes her lips around it.
Arlecchino carefully gathers her hair in a closed fist and gives an experimental thrust. Navia welcomes him with a heated stare and it encourages Arlecchino to sink himself deep until he can feel her throat squeezing around him. He knows that it will take a while for Navia to adjust so he doesn’t do anything drastic yet, helping her push and pull her head at a slow pace until she’s bobbing up and down.
He feels a jolt of arousal shoot down his stomach when Navia pulls away with a string of saliva connecting him and her wet lips. She starts stroking him again, admiring the pretty glint on the ring and her fingers wrapped around his dick. Navia tries to push him inside again, bottoming out until her nose is touching his briefs. She whines when Arlecchino tries to let go of her head, bringing his hand back and signaling for him to continue.
He can’t refuse an opportunity like this as he starts thrusting his hips, shivering at the small wet noises her mouth makes. His fingers sink into her blonde locks, wheezing out a sigh every time he bottoms out and hits the back of her throat. Navia grabs onto his thighs for support, timing her breathing with his movements and even putting on a little show by moaning to fuel the passion burning beneath his half-lidded eyes.
Arlecchino smiles at the tears around her eyes as she pushes against his relentless thrusts— his heart swells with pride as her makeup gets smudged by tears and drool. Even with how depraved she looks, Navia holds onto her dignity as she helps him move his hips with her hands.
He thrusts one last time, sighing softly at the muffled groan Navia lets out before pulling out of her mouth to witness how drenched his cock is. Navia preens under his attention as he wipes the drool off of her chin with his thumb.
“It seems you enjoyed that more than I did.” Arlecchino picks Navia up and settles her down on the bed.
She loops her arms around his neck, gently scratching the hairs above his nape. “It’s because you kept holding back. What happened to my mean little Knave?”
Arlecchino purrs at the pleasant feeling, laying a kiss on the smudged lipstick at the corner of her mouth. “I can show you if you spread your legs, sweetheart.”
Navia bites her lip as she follows his order, taking off her underwear and throwing it somewhere in her room. Arlecchino pulls her dress up while she reaches for the lube that has been prepared beside them. A shiver runs up her body when the Knave’s cock lands on her stomach, lazily rubbing the base against her clit and enjoying the squirming of her hips.
They take extra precautions lubricating him properly despite how wet she already is from sucking him off. Navia gasps when Arlecchino grabs onto the back of her knees and pins her legs back until they’re almost reaching her ears.
“Put me inside.” He husks out as he positions the tip against her folds. Navia nods with a deep blush on her cheeks, reaching down and guiding him inside.
The feeling of his cock entering never fails to make her shudder as it slowly slides and fills her up to the brim. She throws her head back as he pushes forward until their hips are pressed together, moaning at how full she feels.
Navia whines as she puts a hand over her abdomen and Arlecchino stares at it intensely. “Fuck- hng, you feel so good…”
“You too.” The Knave murmurs as he hooks his arms around her legs, slowly pumping his hips. “You’re always so tight.”
Navia sobs as the pleasure washes over her trembling body, grasping onto his arms when the tip of his cock grazes a sensitive spot. “P-please go faster!”
Arlecchino immediately obeys her plea as he begins pounding her hard against the mattress, awestruck by the way she bends and shakes under his hold. He can feel his entire body burning as he focuses all his energy on pleasing his lover until she’s writhing and begging for him.
She’s always been demanding and greedy during sex, crying for him to go harder and faster until he reaches his limit. He hisses when her nails pinch his skin, unable to contain the pleasure that’s wrecking her. She hiccups a guttural moan when Arlecchino gives a harsh thrust and kisses the tears trailing down her cheek.
“Let’s have a child together.” Arlecchino breathes out as a surge of warmth and lust plagues his heart. “I want to- hah, see how beautiful y-you look when you’re pregnant.”
“Y-you dirty dog!” Navia squeals out as she kicks Arlecchino’s leg, squirming away from his possessive hold. She’s going to come too fast if he keeps talking like this. “Stop talking- ah, like that! This is so embarrassing-“
Arlecchino’s laugh rumbles in his throat as he pushes his hips forward until his strap is deep inside, filling up Navia to watch her melt beneath him. “But don’t you wish you could bear my children? How beautiful would you be when your belly swells with my offspring?”
Navia cries out a sob, scratching down his bicep and grinding down on his dick. “Oh my gods, A-Arlecchino!”
“Fuck, I wish I could cum inside you.” Arlecchino thrusts harshly with a groan, throat closing up as a pretty flush of red spreads across her freckled face and shoulders. “Would you allow me, darling-“
Arlecchino grunts as a fierce tug of Navia’s hand snaps him out of his drunken thoughts, tingling pain coursing down from his scalp and down to his neck. Navia looks just as intoxicated as him as she throws him a weak glare.
“T-then get to work, you- hic, bastard.” Navia hisses as she pulls his messy hair until their faces are inches apart. “Fuck me until I’m yours.”
Arlecchino feels his resolve break with the fire flooding his veins as his hips are quick to snap against hers. He groans against her sweaty neck, sharp canines threatening to bite down on the soft flesh. Navia immediately seizes control as she grabs his throat and pushes her nails against his bruised skin.
Navia gives him a challenging look. “You’re so pathetic, humping me like a stupid mutt. Don’t y-you dare come before I do.”
Arlecchino shuts his eyes with a quiet growl as he roughly grabs her hips and pumps his hips faster— the nasty insults burn against his chest and fuel his innate desire to please his lover. His lungs burn with a hint of exertion and his muscles aching from how hot and tense everything feels around him. He chokes out a surprised gasp when he feels her walls squeeze around his cock, greedily sucking him inside.
“Still so t-tight no matter- shit, Navia- how hard I fuck you…” Arlecchino gasps as he bends his body forward, hissing as her nails rake down his chest and create violent red streaks. “N-Navia please…”
Navia licks her lips. “Beg for it, Peruere. Tell me how bad you want it.”
Arlecchino pins his arms between her head, panting like a dog against her jaw. “Please let me come, Navia… I want it inside you…”
A mean smile flashes across her red lips before yanking his hair back again. Before Arlecchino can complain, a harsh slap stings his cheek— hot searing pain sinks into the bruised flesh.
Arlecchino blinks away the tears, feeling humiliated yet horribly aroused by her display of control. “N-Navia, can’t you just-“
“I told you to make me cum first.” Navia clicks her tongue in disappointment, seeing the mess Arlecchino has become sends her further into an addictive power trip.
Arlecchino sucks in a breath as he plants messy kisses across her shoulder. Navia loosens her hold on his scalp, roaming her nails down his nape and sinking them until he hisses from the harsh sting.
She pulls his hand towards her stomach, pressing his palm down to feel the curve of her skin. “Imagine it now, my love. How pretty I would be if you were capable of fucking your cum inside me— wouldn’t you love it when my breasts become all swollen?”
“Fuck!” Arlecchino heaves out a punched groan, slamming his hips down until she’s all pinned between his rigid body and the soft mattress.
Navia moans sweetly to his ears, grinding her hips down until his cock is deep inside her. “Yes, yes! I-I’m so close, baby!”
His muscles tense up as he holds her by the waist in a possessive grip and uses her body to shove her against his hips. A hoarse sob rips out of her flushed throat at the way Arlecchino mercilessly manhandles her, not caring if her legs become sore after this. The most important thing on her mind right now is how that release is approaching rapidly at every delicious pump of his frantic hips.
Her mind somehow floats to the image that Arlecchino has given her— how if he could get her pregnant, she would not hesitate to bear his love and start that family. Arlecchino’s proud smile as he rubs his hand over her round stomach, whispering sweet promises that Navia begins craving.
Her pleasure suddenly spikes up at the thought of him actually cumming inside her. She squeezes her eyes shut and imagines that the wet noises from their joined hips are his seed leaking out of her. Navia can’t help but start sobbing at the shameless thought, feeling dirty and sinful as if her heart had been tainted with his impure love.
I love you. Love you. I dearly love you. She wants to say it out loud but she’s too overwhelmed with all the sensations to voice out her feelings. She can only stare up at him with tearful eyes and hope that he can see what she wishes to convey.
Of course, he notices and amps up the pace of his thrusts. He mouths against her breasts that have spilled out of the collar of her dress, clumsily licking her sensitive nipple until she starts crying once more at the new stimulation. Navia holds his head close, pushing him down against the valley of her chest until he’s blessed to kiss and suck on her freckled skin however he wishes.
“I love you too.” Arlecchino ardently calls out, looking through his lashes with a hungry look. “Only I can love you like this.”
The Knave doesn’t know if Navia can still understand him from how wrecked she has become. But she does respond with an enthusiastic thrust of her hips, repeatedly crying out his name until that’s the only thing her heart knows.
He pushes through the burn of his muscles and the way his mind succumbs to the dizziness of the thick, debauched atmosphere. He groans loudly as he pins her hips down and grinds his cock inside until she starts writhing. A vulgar scream wrenches out of her lungs as her orgasm fully slams onto her after his final thrust. Stars burst through her chest, melting her from the inside out until she can no longer discern where her body starts and ends.
Arlecchino hugs her tight and lays their sweaty bodies together, feeling the cold air of the night brush past their hot skins. He chokes when her legs wrap around his waist and her walls start squeezing around him, still going through the aftershocks. He whispers praises to her ears, causing Navia to turn whiny and meek as she basks in the cloud of ecstasy.
He curses under his breath as he looks down at the mess they have made, noticing that she has squirted her wetness across his stomach. Arlecchino was too engrossed in his duty to make her orgasm to notice this delightful sight.
“Look sunshine, I made you squirt.” Arlecchino chuckles at her embarrassed little noises, swatting him away when he tries to move his hips.
He figures that she needs time to rest after that intense session so as he begins pulling out, Navia suddenly gains the energy to grab his hips and push him back inside. Her jaw drops open to let out a needy moan— her eyes weakly glaring up at his confused face.
“Don’t pull out yet.” Navia huffs, feeling hot and sticky with her unkempt hair and ruined makeup all messed up by his manhandling— it’s a lewd sight that only Arlecchino is privileged to witness.
But her next words hit him like a ton of bricks, not expecting her to still act out this little play they had been building for a few days.
“I want to k-keep your cum inside.” Navia barely says it out loud without feeling the need to disappear into the blankets. But she pushes onward because his reaction is too priceless. “Don’t move or I’m going to kill you.”
Arlecchino feels like all the oxygen in his body has left the moment he lets the work sink into his twisted mind. He lets out a pitiful wheeze before bowing down and burying his face against her shoulder, unable to meet her eyes after saying something profoundly erotic— it’s actually going to drive him insane if she continues this.
“Y-you really will kill me if you keep this up.” Arlecchino pants against her skin. “I’m going to want another round right now if you keep talking like that…”
Navia laughs at how much he’s struggling to preserve his self-control. She’s too sensitive to start right away while he wants to be patient for her until she’s ready to go again. It’s just ingrained in him to cater to and consider her needs above all else. This is why she has been feeding this fantasy— not just because she wants to give back to him, but also because she’s starting to entertain the idea.
“Wouldn’t it fit me to be the mother of your children?” Navia coos as she brushes his hair back, laughing at how astonished he looks— it’s almost impossible to get this reaction from him. “Hey, we should try again with a different strap— maybe one that can hold lube so that you can just-“
Arlecchino quickly stops her rambles before he loses his sanity, pressing his hand on her mouth with a flustered glare. “Let’s talk about this another time. Right now, you need to rest.”
Navia pouts at him. “Boo, whatever you say. But we should shower and have dinner together. It won’t be good to sleep on an empty stomach.”
“Alright. We can do that.” Arlecchino kisses the dreamy smile on her lips before taking her hand and kissing the ring on her finger. “A hot bubble bath, perhaps?”
Navia nods her head like an overexcited puppy. “Yes, please!”