You— sweet, innocent and naive. Arlecchino on the contrary, experienced, refined and composed.

They say opposites attract, it was quite unexpected for everyone when you two announced your relationship, who know an innocent little lamb could rely on the big bad wolf's arms?

The night was foreseeable, you getting your head onto swiping your v-card thanks to your friends telling you all about how Arlecchino would be perfect for you and your virgin ass NEEDS to be f-ed.

Like, who still dates virgins nowadays? Probably just your lover.

Still, you had... Absolutely no experience. While Arlecchino seemed... pretty much a womanizer, no, pretty sure she IS one.

"waist up, sweetheart," the woman with pale silken strands cooed, her voice sultry and velvet as her strong hands kept them cupped onto your perfect ass. A pillow slipped under your waist to ensure your comfort.

The room was dimly lit, with you sprawled out on the center of the bed like the main course of a fancy dinner. Dressed in silk nightgown and looked all dainty and délicate.

"you're doing so good for me.." the owner of those charred hands continued their gentle exploration, a finger gently delved into the pool of mess you had from her influence.

The pool of warm wetness was welcoming but, not the surge of another pool.

"..?" Confused, Arlecchino pulled her finger out and noticed something red, thick..

Blood?

"..shit, did I push her too hard? Was I too rough?" Was all left in Arlecchino's head.

"..love."