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"... Archons, not again."
Furina moved her sheets aside, holding the crotch of her pajama pants out with her hand to keep the mess off her skin. As if it hadn't probably been sitting there for hours, proven by the dried cum coating her thighs and everything in between when she pulled her clothes off the check. What little was still wet, dripping from her tip, Furina wiped off with her finger and stared at it.
The dreams had been picking up as of late. Nightmares, they'd start out, of events that had never happened. Cornered in a dark alley by a red-eyed Harbinger, punished for her centuries-long sins, surrounded by the survivors of a flood; no pleasant scenarios for her, ones she'd otherwise keep far from thinking of. But then they'd turn into something different. Pinned against the wall, or bent over a table, or stripped by a group that otherwise hated her. Furina blamed her long isolation from touch and the the strange books that used to keep her company, but she knew it must've been something deeper. Even before they took those turns, her nightmares had always left her panties tighter than was comfortable.
Washing her body clean, she changed into her normal outfit and passed back through her bedroom to the den. Whenever she found herself having these dreams, Furina found it best to write them down and work out what was left of her arousal that way. What was once a dream journal of sorts had since become a story of its own, a combination of all of those fantasies that littered her dreams. The stack of papers that contained them sat on the table, with Furina taking out ink and quill to start.
The story she had now was a simple one, based heavily off her own life. A group of officers in the Fortress of Meropide interrogating the Hydro Archon after finding out she wasn't what she seemed, ending with them "punishing" her for hours. While the other stories she wrote and discarded were far less personal, this one was more cathartic for her. Even if she never used her true name, reading 'Focalors' getting what she deserved for her lies did make Furina feel a bit better for being let off with little but her own shame. And that she was writing this in the first place gave her plenty of shame to work with.
Furina couldn't remember much of today's dream, so she settled with a continuation of her last scene: Focalors being forced under the table to service the guards with her mouth. The sensation of choking on something big and thick was so clear in her mind that she could taste it, fueling her motivation to a whole page. She didn't have any real plans for herself here, just making something sexy for the sake of being sexy, but it sure did its job in calming Furina down.
Only after an hour did she remember that she actually had plans for the day, a tea party with a... friend wasn't the right word. Furina didn't care much for her, but she was too scary to refuse the request for tea. At least they were meeting in Furina's home, where she felt safest. Doing this at the House of the Hearth would've been the pinnacle of Furina's anxieties, alongside the nervousness of being so close to the object of some of her guiltiest dreams. Putting her quill and ink away, Furina stood and reached for the papers, only for her knee to knock against the table and bump them all over. Grabbing only the first few, she eventually sighed and left them where they were.
She had lots of time until Arlecchino came. She'd be sure to hide her fantasies before she arrived.
Surely, she would remember,
"Thank you once again for agreeing to meet with me." Arlecchino took a long sip of her tea. "It's been a while since I've had spent my free time with someone other than those of the House."
"It's my pleasure." Furina responded, hoping she sounded genuine in her words. The pair sat in the tea room, a kettle and a stack of sweets between them. Hopefully enough of a wall to keep herself comfortable. This meeting had been spur of the moment, the two of them running into each other only the day before while Furina was out shopping, so she wasn't completely prepared mentally, even if the purpose of this was to 'mend past faults,' if the Harbinger was to be believed. "I imagine things have been rough with your efforts in the reconstruction."
"Mmm, perhaps. Though I must say, the residents of Poisson have been quite receptive and willing to lend their help toward the process." The Harbinger crossed her legs, raising her eyebrows. "What of you? How has a mortal life been treating the Font of All Waters?"
Furina picked up her teaspoon and swirled it around in her cup, watching the liquid circle. "As well as it can be, I suppose. You've surely heard of my return to acting and directing to fill the time, but I do little else outside my home."
"I see. And yes, I have heard. I was present for that first play. 'The Little Oceanid', I believe? You performed quite well there."
"Thank you. In truth though, I think I might have preferred a simpler life. My plan was to stay out of stardom for the rest of my life and experience the world as me." Furina shook her head. "Never mind that, though. I'm happy with where I ended up, though more time to myself would be nice."
They kept the topic to small things after that, like the weather or plays they've watched recently. The hours wore past quickly, the tea emptied and the sweets eaten, and all the while having a pleasant time. "I don't suppose you have any mire of these?" Arlecchino asked holding up the last on the cookies from the tray before taking a small bite. "I think the children would enjoy them quite a bit."
"Oh, well... I can check if I have some extras, but I can just tell you where to get them if I don't."
"Either would be wonderful, thank you."
"Then I'll return shortly." The former Archon stood up, giving a small curtsy before leaving the room.
The moment she was out of sight in the kitchen, Furina paused and took a deep breath. Her anxiety was still at a peak, but she was almost done, and it had been none too bad. The Harbinger seemed genuine about wanting to make better of the past, and that was possible now that Furina was no longer Archon. Even so the memory of that first meeting still haunted her. Those cold scarlet eyes staring down at her with almost pity before leaving the false Archon trembling in that alleyway. It was the start of her downfall, and though it all worked out thanks to the Traveler and the others in her nation more willing to fight, Furina usually couldn't stand the thought. The terror of death and being found out had once left her a mess for days, and one she couldn't even show to another for relief.
And now, such a memory brought out a different kind of mess, thanks to the tainting of her dreams.
She peeked out the kitchen door. Arlecchino had stood up, and was carefully examining the pictures on the walls. There was definitely a world where she would be discovered, but it was a guarantee if she went back in there still hard. Retreating as far from the door as she could and facing the counter, Furina dropped her shorts and panties, removing the glove from her right hand before taking her painfully hard cock in it.
"Fuck," she hissed through her teeth, covering her mouth to muffle her noises. Long, slow pumps, rubbing from the base up to the tip, every trip her fingers made up and down her cock sending electricity through her system. How had she gotten so close with no touches? Was she really so shameful?
The answer was much closer than she would've liked, Furina whispering it to herself as she continued to get off. "A-Arlecchino... fuck, faster..." The hand on her mouth trailed to her throat, squeezing with just enough strength to notice and letting her mind fill in the rest with the content of her dreams.
The Harbinger, disguised yet not at all, pinning Furina up against the alley wall.
Fingers finding their way into her waiting hole, hitting the right spot easily.
Rough kisses, scratches, bites, all over her body, with little space in between.
Footsteps of the city guards approaching, fingers in her mouth to keep her quiet.
Completely bare in the Fontaine night, the idea of her violation being seen both terrifying and exciting.
The Maison walking past, ignorant to her situation, as something much bigger and thicker forces its way into her ass..."
Furina's trembling legs faltered, forcing her to put her free hand against the counter as she finally came. She had to bury her face in her shoulder to suppress her moans, her orgasm shuddering through her body and leaving only bliss behind. The performer looked down to see her work, a few spurts of white dripping down her right hand and the doors of the cabinets under the counter. A little liquid still dripped from her tip, oozing onto her shorts and panties that were pooled around her feet. Before she could stop herself, Furina brought her fingers to her face, taking in the musk of her own semen and licking her palm clean of it, imagining it not as her own but of some partner right after they fucked her.
Look at you, a voice in her head hissed. Seeing this, how could anyone think you divine?
She couldn't tell if that voice belonged to herself, Focalors, or Arlecchino. But her limp cock twitched again at hearing it.
Once she and the cupboards were clean (using a handkerchief this time, which she discarded to be washed later) and her clothes fixed, Furina grabbed the cookies she had come in here for in the first place and made her way back to the tearoom. "Sorry for the wait." She hummed, placing the new tray on the table and hoping her flustered face didn't betray her. Arlecchino was flipping through something on her lap and hidden from Furina's sight by the table, lips pursed and eyes furrowed. "Oh, what are you reading?"
"One of your own works, I believe. Found it scattered on the table of the den while you were busy in the kitchen."
One of her own works? Furina didn't write nearly as much as she used to, and all of her old memoirs and screenplays were catching dust in some box somewhere. What could she possibly---
Furina's stomach dropped.
She... she didn't leave that one out, did she?
"I have to say, it's remarkably well written." Arlecchino licked her fingers, tongue lingering against her fingertips before she brought her hand down to turn the page. "I would say that I'm surprised that you have experience, but this does read more of a virgin's fantasies."
The confirmation left Furina paralyzed with fear. Why did it have to be her, of all people, to find it? Neuvillette would have had the courtesy to ignore it, perhaps Clorinde as well. The likes of Navia and the Traveler would've been nicer about it if the pages ended up in their hands. But Arlecchino, stoic as she always was, had a darker glint in her eye. "Such interesting ideas you have..." The Knave mused, flipping to the next page. "Being tied up, used roughly, body marked... not something I expected to read from you, Lady Furina. Or perhaps it's something I should have expected?" Furina said nothing, standing frozen in front of the table as Arlecchino continued to speak. "As intriguing as your writings of sex are, this isn't the most realistic of an interrogation, and I see you've made little progress toward the ending. If you need, I'm more than willing to provide some inspiration for you."
"... H-huh?"
Arlecchino placed the writings on the table, standing up. Before Furina could blink, she was down in her own chair, the Harbinger looming over her just as she had so long ago. Only now, a neutral amusement replaced her malice, one that frightened Furina almost as much. "My Lady, surely you didn't think your little distraction would go unnoticed? Though I thought I'd give you the chance to take a break from my presence, I didn't expect your style of relief to be as it was. I'm sure it's quite rude to leave the room to tend to yourself, much less to the thought of your guest." That she had not only caught her masturbating but heard Furina whispering her name only made the woman want to shrivel up more. This wasn't how she wanted any of this to go. "If it were anyone else, I'm sure they would be more disgusted with you. You're lucky I've never minded such things."
That comment was like a punch to the gut. The Harbinger hooked her thumb on the waist of her pants for a split second, drawing Furina's attention down. The bulge in her pants was huge, at least in comparison to Furina, and unlike the false Archon she didn't even look hard yet. That was just how big she was. "If I could give this to you..." Arlecchino whispered, setting her hand against the stack of papers. "... give you all your fantasies, would you let me?"
Furina choked on her words, giving a careful nod when nothing else came out. "No, Lady Furina." Leaning further in, Arlecchino grabbed the smaller woman by the chin, placing one foot on the chair next to Furina's thigh. She had to mentally pinch herself when her only clear thought became 'I wish you'd put your heel on me instead'. "Out loud. Say it."
"Y-Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I would let you."
"Let me do what?" Embarrassment erupted in Furina's face (a bit late for that, she thought), but under Arlecchino's hands she couldn't look away. "Quickly now, dear, before my patience runs out."
Swallowing hard, the performer said, "I'd let you f-fuck me."
The Harbinger patted Furina's cheek before moving away. "Very good. Though all you needed to say was, 'I'd let you do give me my fantasies'. At least now I know you're enthusiastic about this." A genuine smirk flashed on the Harbinger's otherwise unyielding face before disappearing a moment later. As Furina folded in on herself in humiliation, Arlecchino produced a small bottle from her coat, placing it right beside the manuscript. "When you feel yourself prepared enough to start, drink this."
"What is it?" The performer asked, eyeing the intricate designs of the container.
"Poison, to put it simply. Not enough to kill you, it'd need a much higher dose to come anywhere close, but enough to incapacitate you for a few hours. Enough to take you to a better place to fulfill your wish. It'll also make sure you last as long as your mind will allow." Lowering her voice, the Harbinger added with a growl, "I don't like my toys breaking too fast."
The grit in her voice as she said 'breaking' made Furina's breath hitch. "I'll be off for now." Arlecchino said. "Once again, I appreciate the tea. I'll be sure to return the favor."
Too much. The anticipation, the pressure in her shorts, the image of herself entirely at another's mercy; she couldn't handle it. "Wait!" She shouted, pushing herself up.
The Harbinger looked back as Furina grabbed the vial, popping its cork and holding it in front of her face. It smelled like nothing at all. With a moment's hesitation, she tipped it back and let the liquid dribble into her mouth, swallowing once no more came out. Tasted like nothing, too, but she could feel something blooming throughout her body as it raced down her throat. Something hot. Something comfortable. "Hmm. Braver than I thought. Or more reckless." Arlecchino closed the door, walking back over and putting her hand on Furina's back. "Rest easy for now, Lady Furina. When you awake, you'll have little."
She didn't have the chance to reply before fatigue set over her, collapsing into her old assailant's chest and passing out.