[25/1] Scaramouche & Dottore Rail 🥵 You 🥵

what do you guys think? 3p seggs is tougher to produce but honestly i liked editing it to create the sense of spoiling/ overwhelming the listener (or at least i tried to convey this haha)

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S: You should be a little more careful next time

Everyday snezhnaya grows colder.

I can’t exactly be going on missions when you’re still such a klutz

You can have my coat for now.

…hmm?

No, you can’t keep it

The audacity to even ask.

Hmph.

Youve really gotten more and more cheeky over time.

First, it started with asking to have dinners with me. Now you’re asking to keep my official harbinger coat.

[footsteps]

…! Someone’s here.

Stay close.

[footsteps louder]

D: hello, scaramouche. And who might this little friend of yours be?

S: dottore? What purpose do you have here?
D: Me?

A more appropriate question would be what YOU are doing here

Haven’t you been assigned a new mission by the tsaritsa?

The one that the rest of us aren’t supposed to know about

S: i have been. I’m going to depart tomorrow.

D: tomorrow…? Ahaha, that’s unlike you, 6th…you used to have such fervence when it came to missions. Nowadays, it seems that all the fire’s gone out of you, and all you’re interested in is…this little thing next to you

S: you came all the way from the capital just to tell me this? Seriously? How jobless can you be?

D: oh no…i came on a mission, actually. A personal mission.

S: for some research project, i presume?

D: quite. I came in search of your little friend, actually…i need samples from them.

S: samples? You’re kidding. If you think your’e touching a hair on their body, you-

D: i am going to do what i came for, whether you like it or not. *paper rustle*

S: !

D: I’ve already gotten permission from the tsaritsa. If you defy this order, you are defying all of us, and i will have no choice but to use force.

S: …

D: oh, don’t worry, you can come with, Scaramouche. You can sit in a corner while i do the data collection. It’s nothing you need to be that worried about. I won’t harm them…much.

S: tch…you worm.

D: protective, protective~ maybe you would fancy being the sample instead of them? You always did make for such a good research subject, so docile, so obedient…at least, when you first came here. You were so young and unsure of yourself, back then. I almost miss that version of you…

S: *sigh* cut the chat. If the tsaritsa wills it, then you may do what you want. But i will be watching, and if you hurt them in any substantial way, i will put a knife to your throat.

D: terrifying.

S: it might be, very soon. Much sooner than you imagine.

D: alright, alright, no need to kick up such a fuss~ let us go

*timeskip*

D: mmm yes…nice teeth, cute little sharp canines…i wonder if they’re used only for mastication, or…

S: hmph

D: hehehe. Why so silent balladeer?

S : ive no interest getting provoked by u

DL  According to the data i’ve collected about you, you’re just some poor villager from the outskirts of snezhnaya, aren’t you? Strange how the balladeer has become so protective over you in a few short years…it seems that after he left for those patrols and met you, he came back a completely different person. That is, still the same arrogant cold exterior, but it slips, sometimes, and he shows his weaknesses ever so bluntly…

D: what did you offer the balladeer to catch his attention so? Would you like to clarify for me? I am so very interested to know~

…

Ah, the puppet has gone silent.

Strange…

(breathing moaning)

The puppet does not normally go quiet like that. Normally, he has to get a word in every other sentence, to make sure everyone gets stabbed by that sharp little tongue of his…

{moaning] what did you do to him, little bird?

You changed him in so many discrete ways…

It must be something…

Could it be related to these marks on your neck?

Hehehe.

S: !

D: oh yes, these marks…dark purple bruises, and faint finger prints…

He isn’t very gentle with you when he’s in one of his moods, is he? Hehehe….

D: I’m curious. Oh so very curious, of what happens when a puppet and a mortal performs such activities…you must understand that i have very scientific concerns…and though not related directly to more important research projects, i am always interested in pursuing further forms of knowledge…

I should like to examine you a little closer…if you understand what i mean…

But before i do so, i need to ask my dear colleague if he will allow that…else he might throw a fit, and burn my lab to ash, and oh i shall need to approach pantalone for more funding, and it would be a great big mess. So…what do you say, scaramouche?

S: …

If it is truly what the tsaritsa wills…i will not go against it. I have too much to lose by doing so. And from the look in their eyes, i don’t think they will be against it either.

D: ehehehe. I have been told i am charming, in my own…unorthodox way.

S: most unfortunately, i might add.

D: yes, you always have something to add, scaramouche.

Enough dallying…little bird, why don’t you help me take that off?

[[nsfw]]

[[footsteps enter]]

S: it’s ok, darling. You’ll be ok, just do as the doctor says. I promise he won’t do anything to you that you don’t like. I can tell the moment when you don’t feel safe, or if you’re hurt, and i’ll stop him immediately if that happens.

[rustle]

D; yes…good little mouse, just like that…

Perfect. Just take it off.

All of it, darling. All the buttons of your top. That’s very good, now look up at me.

Hush, it’s going to be alright. I’m only cuffing you so that you don’t struggle too much. It’s not that i’ll be harsh on you, i wouldn’t DARE incite the wrath of our fellow harbinger here. Oh no, that would be terrible. I wouldn’t get to finish collecting data if i did so…

Open your legs, darling.

Yes…very good.

Let me just collect some samples

[[wet sfx]]

Oh…sweet thing…you mewl so sweetly…delectable.

S: i can help. Darling, look at me.

[hot kiss]

D: Ah, i never thought i’d see the day when my puppet experiment kisses another mortal with such ferver…yes, keep going, scaramouche, i can feel them getting wetter down here…soaking my fingers, really…all this data is very precious, and the more of it i can store away, the more research material i have.

S: [hot kiss, pull away] dear…are you alright? Are you feeling ok? Yeah? That’s good. Just relax, keep your breathing steady

D: follow your lover’s orders, little mouse, and loosen your legs a bit, you’re starting to squeeze my hands between your thighs a bit too much.

Yes. that’s good. Excellent.

Now let me just put these in my test tubes…

S: love, look at me. Yeah. you feel that? My hands on your chest…playing with your nipples, just the way you like it. Just pretend its my hands down there, and focus on how good it feels.

D: yes, just do as he says, dear one…

…

And, that should be good enough. Five tubes with pre-intercourse specimen. It’ll be plenty…

Oh, but the dear is soaked, and needy, and whimpering for more…could it be that you want your lover’s cock, my dear?

…mine?

Oh dear…

S: truly? You want the doctor? It’s fine if you do, darling. I know he can be charming. Just don’t get attached, he’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

D: you aren’t any different, balladeer… but since your dear is asking so nicely…let me…*unzip*

Ah…..fuck…such a tight little hole…

S: [hot kiss] …! You want me in your mouth?

D: Do it, scaramouche. I can use this for exponential data collection. Very precious material.

S: very well, love.

*unzip*

*Moaning while entering*

Fuck…

D: a tight throat and a tight pussy. Amazing.

S: enjoy it while it lasts, dottore. You won’t…get the chance again after you’re done with this fake research bullshit.

D: fake? Hoho, so you saw through everything all along?

S: of course…you think i’m that easily deceived? I only went along because my little mouse seemed to be curious about you…i had a feeling they would like this outcome…! *moan*

D: haha, that they do…oh, they grip so tightly to my cock, what a sweet little cocksleeve you are…

S: they are good, aren’t they? When i fuck them, i feel all my worries float away into a dream…

D: yes, indeed…with this body we wouldn’t need to take up arms anymore…no more fighting, no more power struggles…your little mouse could win wars for us just by opening their legs *moans*

S: ha…would you like that, dear? Would you open your legs for any man who comes your way? But your heart is mine, dear. You know that, yes?

Good…

D: oh, i’m almost jealous…

*moaning until cum*

Ha… i’m done.

S: as am i…[hot kisses]

D: shall we switch positions, balladeer? I would like to study the tightness of their throat too…

S: yeah, i’m sure you would. Let’s swap, then. We’re here anyway. My darling is completely filled up with your cream…it would be unfortunate to let all that cream dribble out…

D: Indeed, indeed, let us both continue to make excuses for fucking them, hahaha

*wet sfx*