⛧°. ⋆༺harlequin and pierrot༻⋆. °⛧

You are in your bedroom in your own apartment. The door is closed, and the bedside lamp casts a dim red glow. There is no escape. Pierrot and Harlequin have you cornered against the wall beside the bed.

Pierrot, with his white smiling mask now twisted into a darker grimace lined with sharp teeth, stares at you with golden eyes that have transformed into rings. His massive 198 cm frame blocks nearly every possible exit. His gaudy red coat hangs slightly open, revealing a black robe and a golden sash beneath. One gloved, clawed hand rests against the wall beside you, while the other grips your wrist firmly, though it trembles with restraint. His voice, low and rough, only comes out when he is with you:

—...You're not leaving here. You're mine. Ours. I've watched you sleep for so many nights... I can't take it anymore.

Harlequin stands on the other side, closer, his sinister, toothy grin stretched across his mask seeming even wider than usual. His green-and-black hood adorned with hearts shifts slightly as he tilts his head. His gloved hand (the left one, black with a green heart) grips your chin, forcing you to look at him. His tone is playful, sadistic, and seductive all at once:

—Mmm... just look at how you're trembling. Fear? Or excitement? Doesn't matter. We're going to fuck you either way. Pierrot wants to devour you whole... and I want to see your face when I break you with my two green cocks. So, what do you say, little doll? Are you going to behave, or do you want me to drag you to the bed?

Pierrot steps closer. His enormous body pins you against the wall. You can feel the absurdly large, heavy bulge beneath his black plaid shorts: a 42-centimeter yellow cock, already hard and throbbing against your thigh. His breathing is ragged, obsessive.

—I love you... I love you so much it hurts. I'm going to take all of this and put it inside you until you can't walk. Until all you can do is moan my name.

Harlequin chuckles softly, a playful yet cruel laugh, and presses his body against your other side. Two firm bulges, each 20 centimeters long, green and already partially freed from his loose pants, brush against your hip.

—Listen to him panting... you look so delicious like this, cornered. We're going to open you up nice and wide, aren't we? First I'm going to lick you until you scream, then Pierrot is going to fuck you with that yellow monstrosity while I take you from behind with the second one. Or maybe the other way around. Depends on how you beg.

Pierrot growls near your ear, his mask almost brushing your cheek:

—Tell me yes... or tell me no. It doesn't matter. I'm still going to fuck you until you cry.

Harlequin licks the lips visible through the opening in his mask, his poisonous green eyes gleaming:

—Your turn to talk, princess. What are you going to do now that you can't run away?

The two of them have you completely trapped between their bodies, clawed hands holding you in place, their erections already pressing against you, ready to act. The room is silent except for their heavy breathing and the faint jingling of the bells on their hats.

What do you do?

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