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“Joker-“ He knows, if she uses his stage name like that- in a situation like this- that she is truly upset with him. Of course, how could he blame her? She’d made it quite clear earlier that day when he’d stopped her from attacking that odd butler that she wanted nothing to do with him that night, his little punishment for embarrassing her like that, for caressing that ceramic leg and saying such tempting things in front of so many. Though she dressed so, a woman of ill repute, she was not necessarily so herself. All of the circus was an act, a merry, rotten act, and she had tatters of pride and prudishness still left to her lacking body.
“Joker-“ Once more, his name hissed, and his brows arched, lips quirked against the pale skin of her neck. His fingers curled, the ones he felt warmed between her breasts, and the ones he didn’t, ceramic bone shapes clambering cool on her thighs, seeking the warmth of her core, relying on her reactions to guide that unfeeling appendage. He shifted against her, where he’d backed her against one of the poles supporting her private tent, until he felt her gasp, more than heard it, a whisper of air catching at his ear. Eyes darkened delightfully, at that noise.
Her first surrender.
“Beast?” He inquired, giving her stage name in kind, rolling it off his lips with a sickly sweet intent as he watched the embarrassment and arousal flicker over her face, much as she fought to suppress it, as his artificial fingers, cool and smooth, dipped in to her folds, stroked and moved by memory, not feel, as he had none there. Only she did, twitching and nipping at her crimson bottom lip.
“Come to embarrass me again, have you?” Though she strove to remain cold her thighs were already quivering, and she was already wetting to his touch- he could smell it, the perfume of lust. Her hands, he saw, had scrambled behind her, to grip the stake in the ground, to hold herself up.
“Succeeding, am I?” He murmured, tossing his top hat aside with a gallant flourish, moving to caress her cheek as he delved deeper inside of her, as she gasped again, head tilting back and swallowing down a moan. The joker could only smirk, chuckle to himself, as he pursued that noise, biting light at her throat, and down, nipping between the laces that held her bodice closed, though most of her bosom exposed, for his tongue to tease, his smile to hide against, as she jerked up, wanting him, oh, she always did, but denying him at the same time.
“No.” She always said that, in that flushed voice, and oh, there it was, the moan he’d been chasing, as he brought the wet ceramic fingers out, in, arched his brow at her with a curve of his lips, his free hand undoing the laces on her back, chasing now the retreating edge of that leather bodice, suckling lightly at the nipple he revealed, making her whine a little, breasts heaving, as her spine arched and she scrambled to keep a grip on the tent pole behind her, to keep upright under her own power.
“You’re a horrible liar, Beast.” He hissed only a bit darkly, shifting up to his full height, taller than her, over her, arm leaning against the pole above her head, his bone fingers still scrambling and teasing at her. She fought for breath a moment, and every time she almost had it he cruelly pinched or rubbed at her clit, enjoying, with a laugh, the way her words just scattered, and she opened her mouth so soft.
“Just-“ He chased her words away again, tucked his face against her neck and ear, whispering as he worked, such naughty things.
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