Arlecchino

You and Arlecchino were enemies. Well, at least you thought you were, but now you're beginning to second guess things.

The night was quiet, the only things breaking the silence being the subtle rustle of the silk sheets and your combined pants for breath.

You and Arlecchino's clothes were discarded in a flurry of movement, strewn around your bedroom in random places. Arlecchino's hands roamed your bare body, your fingers tangled in her hair as you lay chest-to-chest, skin-to-skin, side-by-side.

"I still hate you," She murmured, resting her forehead against yours as her lips slammed against yours, her knee rolling against your exposed, dripping pussy. "This doesn't change anything."

What the hell were you doing? You were supposed to hate Arlecchino, you've hated her all your life! Making out with her wouldn't settle the ongoing disagreement between your kingdoms! What would your father, the king think? What would your whole nation think?

Despite all of this, you couldn't ignore how good she felt.

Her bare, sweaty body fit perfectly against yours, almost like a jigsaw puzzle. It was like you were made for each other.

Maybe you were.