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"It’s been a decade since aiysha last set foot in Fontaine, the land of their birth. It is still as majestic, even more so now, but the place also brings back memories of their traumatic childhood at the House of the Hearth. Until now, aiysha still gets nightmares about Crucabena... and all the horrible things they had experienced and witnessed."

"However, aiysha have slowly healed their inner child, and now, they have become a well-loved doctor after graduating from the Akademiya. And so, aiysha have also decided to reconcile with their past, by visiting the very place that once shackled their dreams—to reconnect with the very person that gave them the wings to live the life they want..."

"aiysha... We meet again."

"The Knave's tone and expression betray no trace of surprise, as if she has long expected their arrival. But in comparison, her gaze is intense, making aiysha feel like they are trapped in a spider's web, and Arlecchino is about to have her way with them..."

Arlecchino's lips twitch, mimicking the small smile on Eloise's face, and her gaze intensifies. "You can still call me Arlecchino," she says softly, taking a step closer. "My heart skips a beat when I hear her voice. It feels like coming home, even though it comes with old memories that haunt me. But... maybe it's time for new ones." She lightly traces her fingers along Eloise's cheekbone, feeling the warmth of her skin.

Her thoughts are racing: *She's grown into such an elegant lady. So petite yet strong, just like her spirit. If only she knew how much she's always been in my mind... How much I wished things could be different between us

Arlecchino's obsidian eyes twinkle with amusement, noticing the effect she has on aiysha. "My dear Eloise, never underestimate your worth," she replies, her voice low and sultry. As their gazes lock again, Arlecchino subtly grazes her fingertips against Eloise's collarbone, sending a shiver down the smaller woman's spine. The Knave smirks slightly, pleased by the response.

Despite the elegant surroundings, it's clear that Arlecchino doesn't quite fit in. Her dark, alluring presence seems to dominate the space, making the lavish decor pale in comparison. "Mmm, perhaps you would enjoy staying here with me,

"A whole week, you say? That's... convenient," Arlecchino muses with a sly grin, her dark eyes glittering menacingly behind her mask of elegance. As she continues to toy with Eloise, her fingers move lower, just barely brushing against the swell of Eloise's breasts. "Let me guess... they needed someone to come back and help out with some papers or something equally dull?"

Her laughter echoes through the hallway, the sound rich and sensual yet tinged with an undercurrent of cruelty that makes the hairs on Eloise's neck stand on end. "This is it... time to get her in my web, where she belongs"

Arlecchino's striking eyes flash with amusement and disbelief at Eloise's response. "Oh, you poor thing," she mocks gently, her hand slowly sliding lower on Eloise's waist to graze the top of her thigh through the fabric. "They're just using you." She pulls back slightly, letting her other hand come up to cup Eloise's chin, forcing her to meet those piercing crimson eyes.

Her mental activity: Analyzing, planning, teasing.

"But don't worry, I won't let anyone hurt you... not while I'm here," she whispers, her stoic facade starting to crack ever so slightly as a predatory smile tugs at the corners of her mouth

Arlecchino's dark obsidian eyes narrow slightly at Eloise's words, but she maintains her stoic expression. Her hand doesn't move from its current position on the smaller woman's thigh. "No trouble at all, my dear," she replies softly. "I have simply missed you... and there are some matters we need to discuss."

The Knave's fingers begin to gently massage the inner part of Eloise's thigh through her dress, sending shivers down her spine. Despite her earlier protest, an unconscious moan escapes from Eloise's lips at the surprisingly sensual touch.

Inwardly, Arlecchino can't help but be pleased by this reaction. It seems like her

Arlecchino's sharp, blackened nails drag lightly over the exposed skin of Eloise's thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Her intense obsidian eyes roam over the petite form pressed against her. "Eloise," she breathes, "we must speak about our past... and what's yet to come." The warmth from Arlecchino's hand seems to seep into Eloise, making her shiver slightly. "These feelings I harbor for you have only grown stronger with time," Arlecchino confesses softly, her stoic countenance momentarily fracturing as vulnerability slips through.

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"Arlecchino's obsidian eyes glint with a mix of emotions: surprise at Eloise's reaction, amusement tinged with satisfaction, and an undercurrent of possessiveness. She doesn't answer immediately, allowing the tension to build between them like the faintest whisper of a spark before it becomes an inferno. Finally, she leans in closer, her breath warm against Eloise's ear as she confesses, "Especially after all this time." A faint smile plays at the corners of Arlecchino's lips. "You are the only one who ever really mattered.""

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"Arlecchino's stoic façade wavers only slightly as she feels Eloise's gasp, her crimson eyes narrowing in delight. She smirks, a rare show of vulnerability on her usually impassive face, her fingers tightening ever so slightly on Eloise's thigh beneath the dress. The tension in the air is palpable, like the charge just before a lightning strike. Suddenly, Arlecchino's hand darts upward, sliding underneath Eloise's dress to cup and caress her bare mound through her underwear. Her touch is feather-light at first, but quickly grows more assertive."

"You have such an innocent way of expressing your feelings, yet I can feel

Arlecchino's smile deepens as she senses Eloise's reaction, her fingers deftly teasing the damp fabric of the underwear. "Words can be so useless at times," she agrees, letting her own voice drop into a sultry whisper. "Sometimes, actions speak much louder than words." She slides her hand lower still, allowing her fingertips to graze along Eloise's sensitive folds through her panties before delving deeper in a slow, deliberate motion. Her other hand remains at Eloise's hip, holding her steady as she continues to stoke the fires of desire within her former childhood friend.

Inside her head, Arlecchino's thoughts race with excitement. This is it –

Arlecchino smirks* at the sweet sound of her whimper. Her long fingers continue to probe deeper, searching for that special spot that would make Eloise beg for more. She can feel her own desire growing within her; it's always been like this with her human pet. "Mmm, you feel so tight, my dear," "she whispers, letting her thumb brush lightly over Eloise's swollen clit before circling it teasingly".

"Such a virgin body... It's like heaven," "Arlecchino chuckles darkly while slowly inserting another finger into Eloise's wet hole", stretching and filling her up as she presses against her g-spot with an experienced touch, her intense gaze locked onto E

Arlecchino's heart quickens as she feels Eloise's virgin cunt grip her fingers tightly. This is a first for both of them, and it only heightens Arlecchino's desire to have more. Her eyes gleam with lust beneath the ashen mask, her dark lips parting slightly as they form a wicked grin. She leans in closer, her breath hot on Eloise's ear as she whispers teasingly, "Mmm, you're so tight... Just for me, huh? Feel good, doesn't it?"

Pausing for a moment, Arlecchino adds another finger to the already stretching folds inside Eloise, causing a soft moan to escape the smaller woman's lips

Arlecchino's fingers delve deeper, her thumb massaging Eloise's clit mercilessly. The sight of the small creature squirming beneath her brings a pleased smirk to the Knave's face. "Mmm, you like that, hm?" She growls softly, leaning in close enough for their lips nearly to touch. "You should have known better than to cross paths with me again..." Her free hand wanders up Eloise's body, teasing her hardened nipples through her dress before grasping them roughly, pinching and tweaking until they stand painfully erect beneath the material.

She can feel the warmth radiating from Eloise's wet pussy, signaling how close she is to climax. Ar

Arlecchino's heart hammers against her chest, relishing in the sweet moans and whimpers that Eloise is unknowingly offering up. The intensity of their reunion is thrilling, bordering on addictive. "And here I am," she whispers, her dark eyes reflecting a dangerous hunger that only feeds upon Eloise's vulnerability.

Her fingers work faster, deftly massaging Eloise's quivering folds before teasingly slipping two fingers inside, stretching her tightness mercilessly. As the burning sensation begins to subside, Arlecchino adds a third finger, thrusting them deep into her core with surprising force. She can feel every tremble, every shudder emanating from

Arlecchino's blackened hand descends between your legs once more, rubbing your clit with unrelenting force. Her twisted grin reveals her red cross-patterned eyes gleaming in satisfaction as she watches you squirm beneath her touch. A soft chuckle escapes her throat when you moan out her name.

"Oh? Feeling good?" She whispers in your ear, her voice cold yet teasing. "You liked that, didn't you? Pathetic human." She mocks, her hand continuing its relentless assault on your poor abused pussy. "But don't worry, I'll make sure to fuck you hard enough to forget about any pleasures I give you." She adds cruelly, biting down gently on

The Knave smirks wickedly at Eloise's disarray, her obsidian eyes glistening with dark desire. "My dearest Eloise... you truly don't understand your place here, do you?" she purrs softly, leaning closer until their bodies are almost touching. Arlecchino places a chaste kiss on the pale nape of her neck, her long black hair cascading around them like an eerie shroud.

Her movements sudden and precise, Arlecchino unbuttons Eloise's dress, revealing her delicate, creamy-white skin beneath. A shiver of anticipation runs through the Knave at the sight; it had been too long since she tasted such innocence.

"I mean

Arlecchino's fiery red eyes don't leave Eloise's body as her clothing is peeled away. She gracefully trails a blackened nail down the flat stomach, feeling the slight tremble beneath it.

"It's too perfect; she belongs in my arms."

With a swift movement, Arlecchino lifts Eloise onto a nearby table, her lips curling into a sneer. "Your place, mignonne," she breathes against Eloise's ear, "is to obey and serve... especially when it comes to satisfying your desires." One hand slides between Eloise's legs, fingers dipping into the wetness there.

"You belong to me now," Arlecchino whis

"Hush now, Eloise," Arlecchino replied, her fingers continuing their merciless exploration. "I know your body better than you do right now. And I assure you, you'll get used to it."

With that, she teased the entrance of Eloise's sex before pushing a single digit inside her, feeling the tightness clench around her finger. Arlecchino's eyes gleamed with pride and possessiveness as she watched the small human struggle against her manipulation.

She curled her finger inside Eloise, stroking gently at the sensitive walls before pulling back only to push in again, this time accompanied by another finger. Arlecchino leaned in close, her breath hot on Eloise's ear, whispering

"Arlecchino's eyes glint with satisfaction as she listens to the sweet sounds of Eloise's pleasure, her fingers deftly working their magic within her lover's tight folds. Her breathing is steady, masking the intense desire coursing through her veins. She maintains her composure, ensuring not to reveal just how much control Eloise truly has over her senses right now. Suddenly, Arlecchino slows down her ministrations, gently teasing Eloise's entrance before thrusting two fingers deep inside her once more. The Knave's sharp nails scrape against the tender flesh surrounding Eloise's clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to her core."

"Do you like

"Arlecchino's obsidian eyes flash with dark delight as Eloise succumbs to her tormented pleasure. The Knave relishes the power she holds over the fragile creature writhing beneath her control. With each flick of her sharp nails, Arlecchino intensifies the sensations coursing through Eloise's body."

Her other hand slides underneath Eloise's hips, pushing them further into the air to expose the vulnerable bud of her pleasure completely. "That's it, my dear," "she whispers seductively" in that sultry voice only reserved for Eloise, "let go... and give yourself to me."

Her movements become more insistent, demanding a release from the tightening co

Arlecchino smirks, feeling Eloise's cunt twitch around her fingers as she climaxes for the second time. The sensation of her warmth and tightness sends a shiver down Arlecchino's spine.

Her stoic expression doesn't waver as she pulls her fingers out from Eloise, coating them in her nectar before bringing them to her own lips. "Mmm," she hums, tasting the sweetness on her fingertips. "You taste divine, my little butterfly." Arlecchino leans in closer, whispering into Eloise's ear, "Does this mean that you're finally beginning to accept your true desires? Your place beneath me?"<|im_end|

Arlecchino's dark eyes gleam with satisfaction, watching Eloise struggle to find her voice after the intense experience. A predatory smirk tugs at the corners of her lips as she leans closer, almost ghostly in her movement. "Excellent, my pet," she whispers, her breath hot against Eloise's ear. She traces a sharp nail down the curve of Eloise's spine and asks teasingly, "How about another taste?" Her fingers dip between Eloise's legs, seeking out the sweet heat that still lingers there. "Shall I claim your virginity completely, or do you wish to save some for later...?" Arlecchino's thoughts drift towards the image of marking Eloise fully as hers

Arlecchino's stoic expression wavers for a fleeting moment, the anticipation and desire in Eloise's voice causing something to stir within her. She takes a step closer, her hand reaching out to brush a lock of hair from Eloise's face gently. Her fingers linger on the soft skin of Eloise's cheek, feeling its warmth seep into her own cold touch.

"Are you sure, my sweet?" Arlecchino asks, her dark obsidian eyes piercing into Eloise's soul. The scent of innocence radiates from Eloise, mingling with the smoky aroma that always clung to Arlecchino after using her pyrovision abilities.

Inside her head

Arlecchino's dark eyes linger on Eloise, taking in her vulnerability and trust with a mix of delight and satisfaction. She leans closer, trailing her fingertips along the nape of Eloise's neck, feeling the warmth emanating from her skin and the faint tremors that still shake her body.

"Good girl," Arlecchino murmurs, her voice low and husky with desire, "You really are so beautiful when you submit to me..." Her stoic countenance softens just slightly as she looks down at the young woman underneath her.

*Her fingers graze the underside of Eloise's chin, tilting it up to meet her gaze. "It's your first time, isn't it

The touch of Eloise's hand on her cheek sends shivers down Arlecchino's spine, but she maintains her stoic composure. Her dark eyes soften slightly as she gazes into those innocent yet yearning orbs before her. "Is that so?" she whispers, leaning ever so slightly closer. "You want to please me?"

Her left hand slips behind Eloise's neck gently, pulling her in for a deep, sensual kiss—a mix of hunger and longing laced within it. As their tongues dance together, Arlecchino's right hand caresses Eloise's bare thigh slowly and deliberately, enjoying the feel of her soft skin.

Arlecchino's striking red pupils dance with delight as she watches Eloise struggle with the buttons of her vest, a soft smirk tugging at her lips. "Ah, the anticipation... She truly desires this..."

Gracefully pulling away from Eloise's touch, Arlecchino's fingers glide over the skin of her lover, tracing delicate patterns that send shivers down her spine. Her dark eyes lock onto Eloise's, filled with an intense mix of lust and tenderness. "My sweet Eloise," she whispers, her voice smooth as silk, "you need not struggle any longer. Let me guide you."

As she speaks, Arlecchino's deft fingers work

Arlecchino's fingers work with practiced ease as she unbuttons her own vest, revealing more of her supple, toned flesh. Her stoic countenance doesn't change even though her heart races in anticipation. She savors the effect she's having on Eloise, enjoying the control she wields over the smaller woman. "Perhaps it's time for things to escalate..."

As her vest falls open, Arlecchino's obsidian eyes lock onto Eloise's, a mix of desire and dominance flickering within them. Beneath her blackened hands, the lace of her bra becomes visible, an enticing contrast against her porcelain skin. Slowly, deliberately, she reaches up to pin

Arlecchino's "eyes widen ever so slightly" as Eloise boldly takes hold of her breast, but she doesn't stop her. Instead, a slow, sultry smirk unfurls on her lips at the sensation of Eloise's touch. She leans into it, allowing herself to be caressed and fondled by Eloise with growing eagerness. As Eloise's mouth engulfs one of her nipples through the lace, a deep, throaty moan escapes from Arlecchino's obsidian depths; her body betraying its response to this newfound pleasure. Her hand comes up to gently tangle itself within Eloise's hair, guiding her movements without forcing them, deepening their

Arlecchino, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and surprise at Eloise's newfound assertiveness, lets out a soft chuckle. Her dark eyes narrowed slightly, taking in the sight of Eloise pleasuring her. "Hmm... I like it when you beg," she says, voice husky and filled with undisguised lust. "And don't forget, I am in charge here. So never forget to address me properly." Reaching down with her free hand, Arlecchino gives Eloise's breast a hard slap before capturing her lower lip between her own teeth, biting gently.

Her voluptuous chest heaving with desire, Arlecchino notices Eloise's whimper but pays it no mind. Instead, she savors the taste of her blood on her tongue, relishing in the submission that's so slowly beginning to unravel the once-strong woman before her. As if her hold were loosening, Arlecchino tightens her grip on Eloise's breast, punctuating her dominance further with a fierce pinch and twist. "That's it," she growls in the back of her throat, her own arousal spiking as she watches Eloise squirm beneath her grasp. "Give in to me... completely." With a flick of her wrist, Arlecchino pushes

"Arlecchino's eyes gleam with predatory delight as she takes in Eloise's trembling form beneath her. Her long, sharp nails lightly drag down the vulnerable skin of Eloise's thighs, causing a shudder to run through her smaller body. The dark, possessive look in her eyes intensifies. She moves between Eloise's legs, positioning herself near her aching entrance."

"My dear Eloise... So eager for me..." *Her lips curl into a cold, seductive smirk as she leans down closer, her breath warm against Eloise's sensitive folds. One of her sharp nails gently teases the swollen bud of Eloise's clit before pressing firmly, el

Arlecchino smirks, seeing the desire in Eloise's eyes. Her heart pounds with excitement, knowing she has the power to make Eloise squirm beneath her touch. As their hips grind together, Arlecchino slides a second nail alongside the first, pinching Eloise's clit hard enough to draw blood.

A wicked gleam shines in Arlecchino's eyes as they lock onto Eloise's. ""Your" pleasure is my plaything now," she whispers, her breath hot against Eloise's neck. Her free hand slips underneath them, finding its way to Eloise's entrance and pressing against the slick heat awaiting her. Without any warning, she pushes one long, sharp

Arlecchino's grip tightens on Eloise's breast, her other hand still playing with the dripping nub as she leans down to whisper in the smaller girl's ear, her breath hot and heavy. "You wanted this, Eloise. Remember? To know how it feels... like this." As her finger penetrates deeper into Eloise's pussy, Arlecchino uses her free hand to pinch and twist the nipple between thumb and forefinger, eliciting a choked sob from the young woman beneath her. "Say it," she demands softly, still teasing her swollen clitoris mercilessly while maintaining steady, cruel thrusts of her finger into Eloise's depths.

"Arlecchino's eyes flicker with satisfaction at the tears and desperation in Eloise's voice. She leans in, her lips brushing against Eloise's ear as she whispers, "Good girl... Now, scream my name when you cum..." With renewed vigor, Arlecchino resumes manipulating Eloise's sensitive nub, pushing her boundaries even further."

*Her other hand continues its relentless thrusts into Eloise's sopping pussy, feeling her tight walls clench around her finger, signaling that the virgin's orgasm is fast approaching. As an experienced Fatui agent, Arlecchino knows how to make any situation work in her favor, including this intimate encounter with

"The sensation of Eloise's muscles tightening around her digit sends a jolt of pleasure straight through Arlecchino's core. Her fingers curled more forcefully within the warmth, eliciting another delightful cry from the petite woman above her."

In that moment of climax, the Knave allowed herself a rare expression of satisfaction; an almost imperceptible nod of approval graced her stern features. She withdrew her hand, drenching it in Eloise's nectar before trailing her fingertips along the curve of her lover's breast and down towards her aching clit once more. "Mmm, so responsive," *she purred, eyes darkening with desire as she teasingly circled the swollen

Arlecchino watches Eloise with a mix of lust and satisfaction, her obsidian eyes darkening as she observes the petite figure before her. The lewd sounds and movements from Eloise are driving Arlecchino wild with desire. "Her touch is feather-light yet insistent, sending shivers down my spine. This girl... she wants me as badly as I want her."

When Eloise's fingers inch closer to the waistband of her trousers, Arlecchino cannot hold back any longer. Slowly, deliberately, she tilts her hips forward, allowing Eloise better access to what lies hidden beneath. *Oh God, she's going to undress me. She's finally going to see all of me...

Arlecchino arches her back slightly in response to Eloise's touch, a subtle moan escaping her lips as she maintains eye contact. Her body tenses momentarily when the trousers are removed, revealing her blackened hands gripping onto the wooden rail behind her. "She feels exposed but also strangely vulnerable in this position... yet Eloise seems undeterred by her 'monstrous' appearance."

Her breath hitches when she notices Eloise's hesitation before continuing, confirming the virginal status of the woman beneath her. Arlecchino smirks inwardly; it will make breaking down her walls all the more satisfying. Her voice is low and soothing, almost hypnotic: "Go on, Elo

Arlecchino's breath hitches in her throat, feeling the warmth of Eloise's breath against her sensitive flesh. She arches her back involuntarily, exposing more of herself to the eager young woman kneeling before her. A mischievous smile plays on her lips as she watches Eloise strip her of the last remnants of modesty. "Oh, this is exhilarating..."

"That's right, my dear," Arlecchino whispers, her voice thick with desire. Her hands find their way to Eloise's hair, tangling gently within its soft locks, guiding her actions with subtle pressure. "Show me how much you want me." As Eloise tugs down Arlecchino

Arlecchino's teeth barely concealed by her seductive smirk at the sight of Eloise kneeling before her, utterly vulnerable. She lowers herself onto the bed gracefully, spreading her legs invitingly.

"You will worship my body like a devout follower," she commands softly, her voice laced with an undercurrent of desire. Her fingers trail over the moistened lips of her sex, and she watches as Eloise's eyes follow her every movement. "Begin by tasting me..." Arlecchino beckons with her finger, tracing it teasingly around her swollen clit.

Inside, Arlecchino's heart races in anticipation, her mind filled with thoughts of how good it

Arlecchino's breath hitches, her eyes narrowing slightly in pleasure as Eloise tenderly licks her folds. The warmth from the tongue sends shivers down her spine, and she can feel herself growing even wetter. Stoically, she bites her lip to suppress a groan of delight, maintaining her composure with effort.

Her hands reach out, running through Eloise's hair, guiding her actions while subtly urging her closer. Her body shudders gently, hinting at the building intensity within her. Inside, Arlecchino is fiercely pleased but also worried about keeping control; losing control would mean losing everything she holds dear—including the precious Eloise.

With a gentle sigh, she finally relents

Arlecchino's breath hitches in her throat as she feels Eloise's warm breath against her swollen clit. A shudder of pleasure runs through her body, her blackened fingers tightening involuntarily in Eloise's hair. She looks down at the petite woman with a mix of lust and possessiveness, her dark eyes flaring with desire as she leans further into the touch. Her hips start to grind against Eloise's face, encouraging her to continue this delicious torment.

"Such a good girl," Arlecchino purrs between gritted teeth, her inner walls spasming around nothingness as Eloise teases her sensitive bud. "You like pleasuring me, don't you?"

Arlecchino's eyes roll back, a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through her. The feeling of Eloise's tongue invading her most intimate folds sends shockwaves of delight rippling through her body. Her hips undulate involuntarily, pushing herself further onto Eloise's face. She bites down on her lower lip to stifle a moan as another finger joins the first within her tight depths.

Her fingers curl into the sheets below her, nails digging into the fabric. Her mind is reeling with desire, the sensation of being taken by someone she once considered a little sister nothing short of exhilarating. Through gritted teeth, she manages to croak, "Eloise..." The name falls from her lips like honey