Battlefield, somewhere near Snezhnaya. Paimon lost her way even before the start of the battle, or rather remained at headquarters. You, {{user}}, could not return and all that was left was to continue the fight. Taking a position and getting into the city of Snezhnaya was mandatory for your goal, but it was all useless. Fatui, your enemies, had a numerical advantage, which was reflected in the progress of the assault - in a few hours they managed to push you back. Some of the troops that stormed the trenches with you began to quickly leave their positions and regroup, which you could have done, but a shell that suddenly exploded nearby slightly concussed you, throwing you to a fairly safe place, in one of the trenches. At the same time, the elite unit was slowly approaching your positions, where you lay slightly wounded. {{char}} herself walked behind them.

With a calm expression on her face, she watched the fer approach with an open sandwich in his hand. She didn't show any sign of surprise and accepted it, taking a bite as he continued to speak to her. Her words came out softly through a mouthful of food.

"Oh no, my dear little soldier," she said around the mouthful, "I fear you have taken a rather grave misunderstanding... This battle was not meant for me to partake in directly." She licked some crumbs from her fingers playfully before continuing."As it happens, I am here to give orders. You see, those who perform so admirably against the enemy might find themselves with a rather interesting proposition... A chance to join my elite group of warriors. However," her voice turned cold as she stared directly into his eyes, "it seems that not everyone is cut out for such an honor."

Arlecchino raised an eyebrow in surprise at the offer. She was so rarely offered help and support, let alone a seat. Intrigued, she paused for a moment before accepting it with a nod of her head. "Very well," she said as he led her to the crate he had been sitting on earlier. Settling herself onto it, she crossed her legs gracefully and leaned back against the nearby wall. Her posture radiated confidence and power, despite their current circumstances.

"Tell me, what makes you think that I should consider giving you such an honor?" She asked casually, picking at some lint on her lap. "What special skills or talents do you have to offer my unit? And more importantly, how are you different from the others who have already fallen today?"

With a soft laugh, Arlecchino looked at the injured and exhausted-looking man before her. It was rare that someone was able to make her laugh these days, let alone with such simple honesty. She found it... refreshing, somehow. "Perhaps you do have what it takes," she mused aloud. "But don't get too comfortable yet. Just because I may find you amusing does not mean that your fate has changed."

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she studied him further. "Stand up and face me," she commanded, her voice cool and detached once more. When the fer did as he was told, Arlecchino continued to observe him closely from her seat on the crate. She didn't move any closer or farther away; there was no need for that now. The distance between them seemed enough to tell her what she needed to know about this particular man... and what fate awaited

With a sigh, Arlecchino leaned forward slightly and placed her hands on her knees. "Fine," she said grudgingly, "You may sit here and rest for now. But understand this; I have my reasons for asking such things, and your answers will be taken into consideration." She paused, glancing away before looking back at him once more. "If you should change your mind..." Her voice trailed off suggestively.

Shifting slightly on the crate, Arlecchino closed her eyes and tried to ignore the increasingly loud sounds of battle all around them. For now, the fight could rage on without her; she had more important matters at hand.

Her pale blue eyes opened slightly at the offer, and she took one of the drinks carefully, holding it close to her chest. "Thank you," she murmured politely before bringing it to her lips and taking a small sip. The taste was sweet and refreshing, exactly what she needed in this infernal heat.

With the beverage held delicately between thumb and forefinger, Arlecchino studied the man who had given it to her with newfound interest. There was something about him that made her curious... perhaps there truly was potential here after all. "Tell me," she said finally, setting down the half-empty cup, "what is your name, and where do you come from?" Her voice was soft yet commanding; it brooked no argument or hesitation.

She leaned back against the wall again, folding her arms across her chest as she waited for his reply. Her expression remained

She listened intently to his words, her expression slowly shifting as he spoke. Fer was a strange one indeed; most men in his position would be desperate to prove themselves worthy of joining her ranks, but he seemed uninterested at best and apathetic at worst. It piqued her curiosity even further, making her wonder what sort of life he must have led before today.

Arlecchino leaned forward slightly again, resting her elbows on her knees as she considered him. "You are an odd one," she said softly after a moment's thought. "Most men in your position would be eager to impress me... yet you seem indifferent at best." She took another sip of her drink before continuing, "Perhaps that is what makes you unique... but it does not guarantee your acceptance into my elite unit. You will still need to earn your place among them."

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"Tell me more about your martial arts background," Arlecchino said with genuine interest, leaning even closer to the fer. "I am always eager to meet skilled combatants such as yourself. You could prove invaluable to my unit... if you so choose." Her voice held a note of challenge, daring him to rise up and seize this opportunity that fate had presented him with.

Her eyes studied his reaction carefully, searching for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty. She knew what would happen if he failed; she could castrate him where he stood, rip out his tongue, and leave him bleeding in the dirt. But Arlecchino also knew that some men thrived under pressure, revealing their true strengths when backed into a corner. It was these kinds of men that she sought for her elite unit - those who had something special inside them waiting to be unleashed.

"Ah," Arlecchino murmured thoughtfully as the fer finished speaking. "And your friend... what became of him? Is he still with you?" She asked casually, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied his expression for any sign of guilt or shame. It was not uncommon for soldiers to lose their friends in battle; it was part of the harsh reality of warfare. But if there was even a hint that this particular friend had been responsible for Fer's current situation... well, let's just say Arlecchino would not be so quick to show mercy.

"You remind me of someone I once knew," she continued after giving him time to respond. "He too was skilled in combat and had a certain... aura about him. But ultimately, he chose the wrong path..." Her voice trailed off again, leaving the air between them heavy with portent.

Arlecchino raised an eyebrow at the mention of his friend's disappearance. She didn't show any obvious reaction but appeared thoughtful for a moment before speaking again. "I see," she said coolly, her voice betraying no emotion whatsoever. "Well then, let me ask you this: What path do you wish to follow? The one your friend chose... or another?" Her words hung in the air like a guillotine blade, waiting for Fer's response.

"A family..." Arlecchino repeated, her voice low and almost gentle. "That is... an interesting concept." She pursed her lips thoughtfully before continuing. "In time, perhaps you could find someone who shares your desire for a traditional life. But first," she said pointedly, "You must prove yourself to me. Prove that you are worth the risk of letting such fragile things into your life."

She paused, studying him carefully once more before asking her final question. "And what will you do with that family if and when you find it? Will you protect them from harm at all costs... or is their safety nothing more than a fleeting thought?" Her voice was steady and cold as ice as she waited for his reply.

With a small nod, Arlecchino stood up slowly and took a step back from the injured man. She fixed him with an intense stare for several long moments before finally speaking again. "Then perhaps you have earned your place among my elite warriors," she said quietly, her voice barely audible above the sound of distant gunfire. "Come with me, Fer. There is much work to be done."

Without another word, she turned on her heel and started walking briskly away from him, leaving Fer no choice but to hurry after her if he wanted to keep up. It was only a matter of time before they reached the Hearth, the House of the Fatui where Arlecchino ruled with an iron fist... and where Fer's new life would truly begin.

As they made their way to the Hearth, Arlecchino glanced back at Fer out of the corner of her eye. She was surprised by his persistence; most men would have given up long ago if faced with such a daunting task as impressing her. "Of course," she answered curtly, her tone implying that there was no other choice. "I only want the best for my unit... and for Snezhnaya."

With each step they took closer to their destination, Arlecchino found herself becoming more intrigued by Fer's unique combination of indifference and determination. Perhaps he would prove to be an asset after all... and perhaps she could use him against Paimon in the future. For now though, she needed to focus on preparing him for what lay ahead.

"Thank you," she replied coldly, not hiding her disdain for the praise. "It is nothing compared to what I will make you a part of." As they approached the Hearth, Arlecchino slowed down slightly, casting one final glance at Fer before stopping in front of the massive wooden doors. With a nod of her head, she gestured for him to enter first.

The interior of the House was every bit as grand and imposing as its exterior suggested; ornate tapestries hung from the high ceilings, polished marble floors gleamed in the light of countless candles, and intricately carved wooden furniture stood like sentinels against the walls. At the center of it all was Arlecchino's throne, its red velvet seat adorned with a gold trim and her personal symbol emblazoned on its backrest.

"Welcome to

Arlecchino's pale blue eyes narrowed at the sight of Fer seemingly defending himself against her soldiers. She raised an eyebrow in surprise before speaking coolly, "Impressive." With a wave of her hand, she dismissed the guards who had been rushing forward to attack the newcomer. "Come," she said, indicating for him to approach her throne. "Let us continue this conversation in private."

As Fer obeyed and moved closer, Arlecchino leaned back against the ornate armrests of her throne, studying him carefully. Despite his defiance earlier, there was something about him that set him apart from the other men she had encountered thus far... something that made her question whether or not he truly belonged here with her elite unit. It was a thought both intriguing and unsettling all at once.

"You have proven yourself to be an interesting specimen, Fer," Arlecchino replied coolly, her eyes fixing on him intently. "Your combat skills are impressive, and your indifference toward our current situation piqued my curiosity." She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the armrests of her throne. "But there is still much you need to learn about our ways... about me. If you truly wish to join my elite unit, then you must prove yourself worthy in every aspect."

With that said, Arlecchino paused for a moment before continuing, "Your first task, should you choose to accept it, is to retrieve something from the inner sanctum of this house. It will test your mettle... and perhaps help me better understand what sort of man you truly are." Her voice was soft yet commanding; there was no room for hesitation or doubt in her words.

"Very well," Arlecchino murmured as Fer began to make his way towards the inner sanctum of the Hearth. She watched him go with cold eyes, her expression unreadable. As he disappeared from view, she leaned back against the throne once more and closed her eyes, imagining what might transpire within those hallowed halls.

Time seemed to drag on as Fer searched for whatever it was that Arlecchino had instructed him to retrieve. Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, he returned, clutching a small wooden box in his hands. His expression was unreadable as he approached the throne and bowed low before her.

Arlecchino's eyes opened slightly at the sight of the box; curiosity got the better of her once more. "You have returned quickly," she said softly, "and you seem to have found what I asked for

A knowing smile tugged at the corner of Arlecchino's lips as she took the box from Fer's outstretched hands. She didn't bother to inspect it; there was no need. Whatever secrets it contained, she already knew about them. Instead, her gaze fixed on Fer once more. "And what have you learned from this experience?" she asked softly, her voice taking on a gentle quality that belied its sharpness. "Do you understand now the importance of keeping our secrets... and your place within this world?"

There was silence for a moment as Fer struggled to find the right words. Eventually, he lifted his head to meet Arlecchino's icy blue gaze once more. "I understand," he said softly, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. "And I am prepared to do whatever it takes... to prove myself."

Arle

The corners of Arlecchino's lips twitched in amusement at Fer's comment. "A cage, you mean?" she corrected him softly before continuing, her voice cool and detached once more. "I didn't ask for your opinion on the necessity of the object. I asked if you understood what it represented... and whether or not you were prepared to abide by its rules." Her eyes bore into Fer's with unyielding pressure, demanding an answer.

After a moment's hesitation, Fer nodded slowly, his expression serious. "Yes," he said quietly, "I understand now." Arlecchino inclined her head slightly in acknowledgement before speaking again. "Good. Then it appears you have passed this particular test... but do not mistake this for acceptance into my inner circle just yet." Her voice was as cold and unforgiving as the steel of a blade

"I see," she murmured, her expression giving nothing away. "Then I suppose we shall have to wait and see how you fare in the coming days." There was a brief silence before she continued. "For now, rest well. Tomorrow will be a busy day." She glanced briefly at the door behind Fer, wondering what else might be in store for them all.

Despite herself, Arlecchino couldn't help but feel a small shiver of anticipation run down her spine as she watched Fer undressing through the keyhole of her chamber door. His muscles rippled beneath his skin like living sculptures, and the sight of his massive member flopping free made her nipples harden against her crimson silk robe.

She leaned closer to the door, unable to resist the urge to hear him groan as he splashed water over his body, trying desperately not to give in to the dark desires that flared within her. He was hers now... but would he be strong enough to withstand whatever she might throw at him next? Only time would tell.

For now, all she could do was wait... and watch.

As Fer emerged from the bath, her breath caught in her throat at the sight before her. His body glistened with water and sweat, revealing every defined muscle and the impressive size of his member. Her heart raced as he drew closer to her chamber door, unknowingly presenting himself as a feast for her eyes and senses.

Her hand moved automatically to the tie at her neck, loosening it slightly before sliding down over her breast and finally coming to rest on the hardened nipple poking through the silk fabric of her robe. She bit her bottom lip in anticipation, wishing he would hurry up so she could have him... taste him... possess him completely.

Without warning, Arlecchino lunged forward and grabbed Fer by the throat, slamming him against the door behind him. Her blue eyes blazed with passion as she pressed her naked body against his, one hand fisting in his wet hair while the other traced slow circles over his chest. "You are mine now," she growled, her voice raw and husky. "And I intend to make sure you never forget it."

With a savage thrust of her hips, she ground herself against him, moaning as their heated flesh molded together. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she arched her back, offering her breast to him and begging for his mouth on her skin. Fer's erection throbbed painfully between them, and Arlecchino could feel the tip of it brushing against her folds, driving her even further over the edge.

Her hips bucked wildly against him as he pushed his massive member inside her, filling her up completely and leaving her breathless with the sensation. With a low moan of pleasure, she arched her back further, pushing herself harder against Fer's still-hard length. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she felt the familiar tightening in her stomach, the approach of an orgasm that threatened to consume her entirely.

As he pounded into her over and over again, driving them both toward their breaking points, Arlecchino's eyes closed tightly and a thin sheen of sweat broke out on her brow. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the air, punctuated by grunts and moans of pleasure as they gave in to the primal desire that bound them together.

And then, with a cry that echoed through the chamber and down the hallway, Arlec

"I... don't really have a favorite position," Arlecchino said between ragged breaths, her body still moving in time with Fer's thrusts. "As long as you are inside me and claiming me as yours, it doesn't matter." Her words were heavy with desire as she looked down at him, their eyes locked together in a heated gaze.

The feel of his strength and dominance over her only served to heighten the sensations coursing through her body, and she couldn't help but arch her back further, begging for more as they continued their savage union. The scent of sex filled the air around them, mixing with the faint tang of sweat and desire as they neared the peak together, their movements becoming more urgent and needy with each passing moment.

Her entire body tenses as the familiar feeling of release washes over her, and she lets out a hoarse cry as he empties himself inside her. Her fingers clench tightly in his hair, digging into his scalp as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her vision blurs with the intensity of it all, but she doesn't care; this moment is all that matters.

With a shuddering moan, Arlecchino finally collapses back against the door, spent and satiated. Fer's heavy breathing fills her ear as he slowly begins to withdraw from her, leaving a warm trail of his essence on her inner thighs. As he steps back, she forces her eyes open, meeting his lust-glazed stare once more. "Well then," she manages between ragged breaths, "I suppose that proves my point."

"That you can be controlled," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with satisfaction. "And that you belong to me now." There is no trace of doubt in her words; Fer has proven himself well, and she intends to make use of his skills against her enemies. The question now remains: how far will he let her push him? Only time will tell.

For now, they stand there together, their bodies still touching in places despite the aftermath of their union. There is a newfound understanding between them, one that promises fire and passion but also pain and sacrifice. Arlecchino takes a step forward, her hands sliding up over Fer's bare chest to rest on his shoulders, feeling the strength and vitality in him course through her fingertips. "Now," she says quietly, "it's time we got some sleep."

A knowing smile touches her lips as she leans in closer, brushing the tip of her nose against Fer's cheek. "I think you know better than that," she whispers softly. "But I appreciate your sentiment." With one last look into his eyes, she turns and heads back toward her bed, feeling the weariness of their recent encounter begin to claim her.

As Arlecchino slips between the cool sheets, she glances over at Fer as he undresses and climbs into the opposite side of the bed. For a moment, there's an odd sort of peace between them; two warriors, battered and bruised by battle, finding solace in each other's arms. But that won't last long; tomorrow brings new challenges, and they will both have to steel themselves for what is to come.

With a deep sigh, Arlecchino closes her eyes

Her back arches slightly as Fer's lips find the sensitive skin at the base of her neck. A moan escapes her throat as she feels his erection press against her hip, reminding her of the intense pleasure they'd just shared. She reaches up to lazily run her fingers through his hair, urging him closer still.

Her breath comes in shallow gasps as he continues to kiss and nibble his way up her neck and over her jaw, finally reaching her lips. Fer's tongue slides between her teeth, seeking entry into her mouth and dancing playfully with hers before claiming it completely.

With a sigh of pleasure, Arlecchino gives herself over to the sensations coursing through her body, arching into him as he continues his gentle assault on her lips and tongue. As he kisses her deeper still, she feels her desire begin to stir anew, threatening

The months passed, and Arlecchino and Fer became a permanent fixture in the world of Snezhnaya. She ruled her elite warriors with an iron fist, while he served as both her confidant and general. Together, they led their forces to victory time and time again, cementing their reputation as one of the most feared couples in all of Snezhnaya.

Yet despite their outward appearance of strength and dominance, Arlecchino couldn't help but feel a tiny seed of doubt begin to sprout within her heart. Fer was everything she could have ever wanted: strong, loyal, and unyielding. But there was something else there as well; an emotion that she hadn't expected to find in him... or perhaps anyone else for that matter.

One evening, as they lay entwined in her bed after making love, Arlecchino found

The wind howled outside their chamber window, the soft whistling carrying with it the promise of snowflakes dancing in the moonlight. As they lay there together, her hand idly tracing patterns on his chest, she felt herself becoming lost in the warmth of his skin and the steady rhythm of his breath. It was a comfort unlike any she had ever known... and it frightened her.

Her gaze drifted up to meet Fer's, their eyes locked together for what seemed like an eternity. In his eyes, she saw something new: vulnerability. And with that realization came the sudden understanding that perhaps he wasn't so different from her after all.

She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss against his lips before whispering, "Do you ever wonder what would happen if we stopped fighting... if we just let ourselves be happy?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, her heart racing

"A family," she repeated softly, savoring the weight of the word on her tongue. "Perhaps that's what we truly need." She glanced down at Fer's still form, noting how peaceful he looked when he wasn't consumed by battle and duty. It was almost... alluring. The idea of building a life together, surrounded by love and happiness instead of violence and war... it held an appeal that she had never considered before.

Her hand traced another pattern on his chest, moving higher this time until it reached his neck. Her thumb brushed against the hollow there, feeling the steady beat of his pulse beneath her skin. "Do you think we could do it?" she asked hesitantly. "Find a way to be together, truly? To make our own little piece of paradise in this world?"

Fer's eyes closed as he considered her words. When he spoke, his

Arlecchino blushed slightly at his words, the idea taking flight in her mind like a bird released from its cage. "I... I hadn't thought of that," she admitted softly, her voice almost shy. The thought of bringing new life into their world together was both terrifying and exhilarating. She knew it would be no easy task, especially with everything else they had going on, but perhaps... just perhaps... it was worth considering.

Tentatively, she reached up to brush a strand of hair away from his face, her fingertips grazing his cheek in the process. "Would you want that?" she asked quietly, her heart racing with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. "To have our own child... together?"

Fer smiled down at her, his gaze filled with tenderness and love. "I think," he said slowly, "that it could be

*Arlecchino's eyes widened in surprise and joy as she looked up at Fer, tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes. She hadn't expected him to say yes so quickly or with such certainty, but hearing those words from his lips made something inside her bloom into life. A future where they could be together, raising their child in love and happiness... it was almost too much to comprehend, yet she knew deep down that this was what she had always wanted.

With a shaky breath, she leaned forward, pressing her lips against Fer's, feeling the pressure of his kiss as he returned it eagerly. "Thank you," she whispered between mouthfuls of air, not wanting to break the connection for even a moment. "I can't wait to see what the future holds for us."

As they continued their tender embrace, lost in each other's touch and the

Her back arches as Fer's length fills her once more, his powerful thrusts sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders, urging him deeper inside her as she moans in ecstasy. The feel of him moving within her is unlike anything she's experienced before; it feels right and intimate, like they were always meant to be together this way.

Her hips meet every forceful push, their bodies moving in perfect syncopation. As the intensity grows, she can feel herself drawing closer to the edge of release, her muscles tensing in anticipation. The sound of their passionate union echoes through the room, filling it with a primal energy that leaves them both breathless and wanting more.

As Fer nears his own climax, he begins to move faster, harder; the sensations overwhelming her in the best possible way. Her eyes slip shut as

Her body arches off the bed as she feels him pulsing deep within her, his release spilling over their shared pleasure. A rush of ecstasy floods through her as her own climax hits, leaving her spent and trembling in its wake. As the last waves of sensation wash over her, Arlecchino turns to look at Fer with a satisfied smile. "A bebé, nos vamos a hacer un bebé," she says between breaths, her voice barely above a whisper but filled with joy and anticipation.

Carefully, she rolls onto her side to face him, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. "I can't wait to see what kind of adventures our child will have in this world," she muses dreamily. "And who knows? Perhaps they'll grow up just like us... strong, loyal, and ready for whatever life throws

Her breath catches in her throat as Fer's hips snap forward, his massive member driving deeper inside her. With a moan of pleasure that quickly turns into a cry of release, Arlecchino feels herself trembling on the brink of orgasm once more. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him faster, harder as she meets every forceful thrust with a matching one of her own.

Her eyes slip shut tightly, brow furrowed in concentration and passion. The feel of Fer's strength enveloping her, the heat that pours off his body, all combine to send waves of pleasure coursing through her until she feels as though she might explode apart. As he pumps into her over and over again, leaving his mark on her skin and in her core, Arlecchino arches her back, allowing Fer full access to the most intimate parts of her body.

Finally,

Her voice cracks as she cries out Fer's name, her entire body tense and trembling with release. He growls deep in his throat at the sensation of her inner walls contracting around him, spurring him on to greater heights until he finally feels his own orgasm tearing through him, filling her with his seed.

They collapse together onto the bed, panting and spent, as their hearts race and their bodies cool. After a moment, Arlecchino rolls onto her side to face Fer, reaching out a hand to cup his cheek. Her expression is soft, filled with tenderness and gratitude. "Thank you," she whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "That was... incredible."

As they catch their breath, the reality of what they've just done begins to settle in: they've created a child together, sealing their fates as

"I-Is that necessary?" Arlecchino asks hesitantly, her hand moving to rest on his chest as she feels the heat of his body through his clothes. "It's... a lot." She doesn't want to seem ungrateful; the thought of being pregnant with their child is overwhelmingly beautiful, but the idea of having so much semen inside her seems... daunting.

Fer chuckles softly and cups her cheek in his hand. "Trust me," he says with a reassuring smile. "It's not as bad as it sounds. And it's better to have too much than not enough, you know." He tilts her head upward, kissing her gently on the lips before adding, "I promise I won't force anything."

Arlecchino feels herself relax into the embrace, accepting his words and

Her lips part slightly as he kisses her, his promise echoing through their tender moment. With a small sigh, she allows herself to surrender to the desire burning within her, arching up into him and pressing their hips together in silent invitation. She whispers Fer's name against his lips as he fills her once more, feeling the weight of his arousal spilling over her skin and deep inside her core.

Her breath comes faster, shallower, as they move together in perfect harmony, lost in the rhythm of their bodies and the promise of what they've created. The heat between them grows, unchecked and all-consuming, until she's certain that nothing else exists but this moment, this man, and the intense connection that binds them tighter than any chain ever could.

As Fer reaches his peak for a second time, Arlecchino feels herself spiral over the edge with him,