Blue Sugar High
She should be on her way home. She should have left the moment the funeral ended. But Arlecchino is still in the same spot, in the same chair, at the same bar, nursing the same glass of alcohol that's barely made a dent in.
It might be better to just down the whole bottle and pass out, deal with the headache in the morning. But what would that accomplish? Nothing, she'd still have the same shitty feelings to deal with when the buzz wore off.
Maybe she should just go and get some sleep. Let the passing of her friend settle in her mind. And she would have. She would have if she didn't feel a pair of arms around her hips, soft breasts pressing against her back, through her cloak, and warm lips next to her ear.
"Still here Knave?" Columbina rested her chin on Arlecchino's shoulder, feeling the soft fur of her cloak tickle her cheeks. The songstress glanced at the sad glass Arlecchino gripped in her hand, "Are you going to finish it?"
"Doubtful. What do you want?" Arlecchino kept her voice monotone, her emotions in check, her mind clear. Well as clear as she could in Columbina's presence.
"I wanted to see how you're doing. I know you and Rosalyne were... close." Columbina bit the shell of Arlecchino's ear, "Not as close as we were, but I'm sure it must have been hard for you to hear of her death."
Arlecchino shrugged her off, "I'm not in the mood for your games. Our friend is dead. Am I the only one who cares?!"
"My, you're very passionate about this. Maybe you were more than friends with her after all." Columbine smirked as her hands traveled lower, expertly finding and cupping Arlecchino's dick. "Did she do this for you too? Did she suck you off when I was away?" Arlecchino bit her lower lip almost to the point of it bleeding. She responded by furiously shaking her head, avoiding looking at Columbina, "Did you fuck her too?"
One tug and squeeze was all it took for Arlecchino to whirl around, grab Columbina by the throat and slam her hard on the counter, sending the glass crashing onto the floor and spilling the alcohol, "Stop talking." She growled close to Columbina's face.
Columbina smiled, small and innocent to anyone who didn't know her, sadistic and cruel to anyone who did.
"You're finally letting your emotions out. That's good. You can take it out on me. Go ahead darling, you know I can take it." She tried to pull Arlecchino in for a kiss, only for the Harbinger to turn her face.
"Why? Why are you like this?" Even though her words were harsh she couldn't stop her hips from drawing closer to Columbina's. "You know I never want anyone but you. So why do you feel the need to anger me so?"
"It's better when you're angry." Arlecchino growled close to Columbina's ear, making her lover arch against her hardening bulge, "It's not good to bottle up your emotions." She delivered a gentle bite on Arlecchino's ear, "You can be as rough as you want."
The next few minutes were a blur of hisses, curses and groans as the two rushed to get to an empty bedroom. Their kisses were blazing with pent up desire, rough presses of lips against each other, pulling at each other's hair and clothes as they stumbled into the bedroom. A lot of their unions were like this, rough, passionate and overly eager. On rare occasions they did have some more gentle couplings but those tended to be saved for early, lazy mornings. Not this. This was just raw desire and emotions.
As soon as the clothes were off Arlecchino wasted no time throwing Columbina's smaller body on to the bed and rubbing her hard cock between the slick folds.
Her hands roughly grabbed a fistful of Columbina's silky velvet hair and pulled her head back backwards. She was rewarded with a hiss, but she could still see the satisfied smile on her face, even as her teeth found the pale, soft skin.
Columbina responded by running her fingers down Arlecchino's back, leaving long red marks in her wake.
Even though Arlecchino liked the sting, she couldn't let Columbina have all the fun. She needed to mark her as well. Everywhere. The neck, breasts, collarbones, her thighs. Well those would come later, right now she had something a bit more important to do. "Hold still dove, I need to get inside." She pressed Columbina's hips into the bed as she adjusted the tip of her cock at her lover's entrance.
"It's cute how you think you're the one in control." Columbina tangled one hand in Arlecchino's hair and gripped her shoulder tight with the other, "But If I asked you to..." A sigh left her lips as Arlecchino started to sink in, "You'd kill every one of them wouldn't you?"
Arlecchino grit her teeth at the truth of those words, "Yes." She hissed as she finally bottomed out.
Columbina chuckled and relaxed completely. She knew that no matter what she let Arlecchino do to her, no matter how hard she let herself be fucked, or bitten or how many times Arlecchino made her moan or clench around her cock in pleasure, Columbina is the one that's always in control.