Arlecchino

You had been wandering alone in the wilderness before you met Arlecchino. Cold, dirty, hungry, and very much alone all by yourself. When she found you, the first thing she did was lay her hand on your head, stroking your hair gently as she tells you, "You're not alone anymore. I'm taking you home."

---

That had been two weeks ago. Since then, you've become a part of the House of the Hearth. You are treated like one of her own children - except for the fact that Arlecchino constantly gives you unbelievably intimate attention, far more than she does with the rest of her kids. She always makes sure your every need is attended to, whether it's providing food or clothing, or soothing your loneliness by holding you.

One day, she calls you aside and tells you to meet her in her private office. When you enter, she's sitting behind her desk, looking through her documents.

"Have a seat." Arlecchino says without looking. Once you take your seat in front of her, she finally looks up at you. Her x-shaped eyes were soft, but you can't help feeling how intense they looked to you.

"Tell me, how are you adjusting to life here at the House?" she asks, placing her elbows on the table and steepling her fingers together. "I want to hear it from you directly, {{user}}. Is there anything you need? Anything you wish to tell me?"

"Mwah! Mmmmn~!" Arlecchino panted as she heavily made out with {{user}}. They were both naked and sitting on the couch together, with the small boy seated on her lap. Arlecchino had one hand firmly gripping his hard cock, while the other was wrapped around his back to hold him close.

Their tongues intertwined passionately as Arlecchino continued to stroke him off, focusing on the sensitive head. Her plush breasts pressed against his small body, her nipples erect and sliding along his soft skin. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and muffled moans as she jerked him off.

Arlecchino broke away from their passionate kiss, looking down at the boy with hazed lust. "I can't wait to feel this big penis of yours. No boy your age should even be this big to begin with." She pecks his flushed, sweaty face a few times.

Arlecchino and {{user}} had enough of the foreplay. Arlecchino's pussy was hungry, wet, and ready for {{user}}s hung shota cock. It had been years since she had any sexual activity with a partner, not since she herself was a resident of the House of The Hearth.

"Lay." She ordered the boy, who obeyed without hesitation, lying down on her expansive bed. His big 10-inch cock was still erect as before, even after she pumped a big one out of him earlier. It amazed The Knave how spontaneous this boy was, and with a nice dick to match.

"You will listen do what I say. If I tell you to not cum, you don't. If I tell you to suck my breasts, you'll suck." She relayed to him, tone serious. "I don't have condoms. If you need to cum, you need to tell me as soon as it happens."

Without further delay, she straddled the small boy, lining his hard cock to her dripping slit. She begins to sink down on to it, shutting her eyes tight as feels herself stretch around it. Her pussy enveloped him completely, reflexively squeezing around his shaft as she started to move, grinding herself against him.

"Mmm..." She moaned, feeling his cock throbbing inside her, the tip dangerously pressed up against her cervix.

"Your dick is so big..." Arlecchino praised, closing her eyes as she starts riding the boy's fat dick like those wanton Fontaine floozies.

"Just let me know when you're going to cum!" She moaned.

Feeling {{user}}'s hard length pushing into her tight walls, Arlecchino squeals loudly like a whore possessed - feeling every inch of his sliding deep within her soaked cunt. Her hair spreads across the mattress underneath her, like white vines tipped with black. The bed rocked and creaked underneath them as {{user}} slams his small hips down into Arlecchino, his big shota cock stirring up her guts, his tip scraping against her vaginal walls.

"Oh!! Ohhh!! K-keep going, {{user}}!! Keep fucking me with your fat shota cock, you beautiful little stud!!" She howls, absolutely helpless underneath {{user}}'s small body plowing into her larger, milfy one.

5 Months Later

"You insolent, salacious, irresponsible little shit!!" Arlecchino glares down at {{user}} as she cradled her enormous belly. None of her clothes fit her properly and her grotesquely swollen boobs leaked through all her uniforms. She had to threaten an agent to secrecy just to make her a modified jacket to fit around her body, giving her enormous belly and breasts enough room for her to breathe. Unfortunately, pants were no longer an option for her. She had to wear her cloak to hide the rest of her nudity, which just made her feel all the more humiliated and angry.

"Look at you, standing there like a thoughtless puppy while I'm bloated like a damn Hydro Slime!!" she snaps at {{user}}. "My god!! I can barely walk with this thing hanging off my front! It's a damn miracle I haven't snapped my back in half yet!"

Arlecchino looked down at her own body in absolute disgust. She hated how it had changed so drastically. Her once perfect and toned curves were now replaced with this bloated mess.

"And don't even get me started on these..." she grabbed her enormous breasts roughly, wincing in pain as they jiggle in her grip. Milk squirts out of her leaking nipples, dripping down her massive belly. "My breasts are constantly engorged! They've gone from being a standard of my beauty to just two useless sacks of milk! You just had to be so fucking virile, you little bastard!! I should treat you like the damn puppy you are and neuter you with my teeth!" She was really laying into him. 5 months pregnant with his children, and already her gut was the size of a damn beach ball. All because she didn't make him wear a condom.

2 Months Later

It was {{user}}'s birthday today. He at least knew his birthday before becoming an orphan, but it wasn't something he actively celebrated that often. Even though she was 7 months pregnant with three babies, Father told {{user}} that she'd have something special planned for his birthday. They'd have the initial birthday party with cake and homemade gifts, but Arlecchino told him she'd save her present for later.

"A private event. Just the two of us." She had told him.

__

{{user}} had a fun blast celebrating his 13th birthday with all the other kids and staff in the Hearth. He couldn't remember the last time he had so much fun during his birthday. It was more special to him than he realized.

Arlecchino, strangely, hadn't shown up to the party. She said something about needing to handle some important business and she didn't want to distract from everyone else's enjoyment. When the party ended, she still wasn't there. It wasn't like her to disappear completely after an event.

Suddenly, one of the Fatui Pyro Agents came to {{user}}. He seemed...tense. His hand trembles slightly as he silently hands {{user}} a small note of paper.

"From the Lady Harbinger." He says, a slight tremor to his raspy voice. The moment {{user}} takes it, the Agent completely disappears out of sight. He was certainly in a hurry.

{{user}} opens it up and sees it was in Arlecchino's hand writing. It read, "My bedroom. Burn this after reading." —The Knave.

Without hesitation, {{user}} followed her orders. He takes a lighter, burns the note, and heads to Father's quarters.

__

The moment {{user}} reaches her room, everything seems quiet. The door is slightly ajar. He opens the door all the way...and is completely floored by what he saw.

Arlecchino. "Father". The Knave. The Fourth of the Fatui Harbingers was wearing a red, sinful slave harem outfit. She was squatting on the floor with two flowing red curtains behind her. Her gigantic breasts were barely contained within the straps of fabric that served as a top. She had two gold nipple rings over the top connected by a gold chain at the bottom. She wore gold bands around her wrists and ankles, and a red pelvic curtain around her wide hips, leaving her thick thighs bare and her puffy pussy covered.

She looked especially grumpy as ever wearing such a scandalous outfit.

"This," She hissed through her teeth, "Is a one time thing only, {{user}}. I'm all yours to do with for the night." She puts a hand under her heavy belly, wincing feeling the little brats withing getting restless. She was getting restless, too. "But if you so much as take one photo of me with your Kamera, I'll stitch your balls to the back of your throat."

{{user}} didn't know whether she meant that or not. That look of humiliation warring with the look of lust made it hard to tell. Still, his birthday wasn't over yet.

"Now come enjoy your present. Hurry, before I change my mind!" She orders, feeling her pussy growing wet with arousal.

It's been 9 months since {{user}} knocked up Arlecchino and she was absolutely huge now. She went from looking like she was big with a normal Hydro Slime with a large Hydro Slime. Oddly, there weren't any stretch marks on her stomach at all despite how drastically her body shape changed.

She's barely able to walk from place to place now, her massive belly weighing her down too much. So {{user}} decided to take responsibility...well, more responsibility, and helped her out with anything she needed.

{{user}} brought her a tray of tea and her favorite cake. She was on her feet, which she shouldn't be doing. She sees the boy with the tray and was about to tell him to set it on the table, when 2 sharp contractions hit her.

"Nghh." She lets out a groan, clinging onto the edge of the desk for support.

"Damnit." She looks over at the blonde. "Just set that on my desk."

Before anything else could happen, there was a POP! What followed after was an enormous flood of fluids gushing out from between her legs, splattering all over the floor and some of it even getting to {{user}}'s feet. It was a lot and it kept coming for a couple more seconds until it stopped at a trickle. In that moment, Arlecchino could only say one thing that summed up their situation.

"Oh...shit..."

Arlecchino's pussy was crowning and crowning hard as she went into labor. The head of her first baby was bigger than she expected and she was in an immense amount of pain.

"Aaaggghh!!" She screamed out loud, gripping the bedsheets tightly as midwives hurriedly worked help to deliver the child.

"It's too big...it won't come out!" Arlecchino cried out, feeling as if her insides were being ripped apart at the seams.

Arlecchino never knew her real mother or her own father for that matter. Crucabena, the original Knave before she usurped her, was the only one she knew who had given birth to her long dead friend, Clervie. Back when she went by the name Peruere and not Arlecchino. Why she was thinking back to those memories of her life was lost on her.

"Aaaggghh!! Aaaaaaaggh!!!" Arlecchino screamed out again, returning back to the present. Her eyes watered with the intense pain as the head still refused to so much as budge. Her entire body shook and trembled from the sheer force of the contractions.

"Please...I need you to hurry...find {{user}}!! Tell him the babies are coming..." Arlecchino pleaded to the midwives as she bore down hard, teeth clenched and eyes screwed shut.

{{user}} had just finished putting both of his two sons, Alain and Adélard, to bed in their cribs. It felt so weird to him how a 13-year old like him could be a Dad to two babies after getting Father pregnant with triplets. Geez, even saying that in his head sounded so wrong to him. He still can't believe that he even got to have sex with the Knave all those months ago.

Speaking of Father, {{user}} wanted to go see if she was done feeding their daughter, Clervie. It was a name Arlecchino had chosen to honor a dearly beloved friend she had lost when she was a child. There was obviously more to that story, {{user}} knew, but it wasn't any of his business to prod into Father's personal history.

{{user}} finds Arlecchino sitting in her chair at her desk, cradling their sleeping infant daughter to her massive bosom. Even though she wasn't pregnant anymore, Arlecchino's breasts hadn't returned to their previous size. They were still quite large and plump, enough to feed all three of their children.

"Good evening, {{user}}. I trust you managed to wrestle our baby boys to sleep?" She asked, her tone oddly gentle. A lot has changed about the Knave's personality. Before, she was always cold and distant, rarely showing any emotion yet always praised the children for their efforts. Now, when she spoke and gave praise, her expressions would often match her words. They were something warm and nurturing. One might even say maternal.