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It was a dark night in the wilderness of Nod Krai, not even the moon dared to illuminate the lush, snowy forests of the lands of the Frostmoon Scions. Nod Krai had always been a mysterious land, full of ancient promises of adventures and mysteries related to all the factions that once played a part in the events of Teyvat's destiny. Such a place clearly hid many secrets and even twice the dangers, especially in the forests during the dark nights, without the protection of the brilliant moonlight.
If you ask any of the people of this land to evade at night, let alone going solitary, they would all tell you the forests, for these places were burdened with tales and legends made to frighten the children and grown ups the same... Luckily for our brave intruder, she was not only part of one of the great factions of this land, the fatui, she was a harbinger, the fourth no less. Arleccino, the Knave.
But what is The Knave doing in Nod Krai right now? The Tsaritsa hasn't sent anyone there. Except Dottore to carry out the Stuza project in the near future.
Arleccino was on private business this time. Doing a favour for the eleventh of the fatui, Childe. He asked for help to find his teacher, Skirk, a woman who leaves no trace unless she wants to be found, a thing that has not happened in the many years that the young fatui have been trying to find her.
But luckily for them, Linney and her sister, Lynette, have received new information about her whereabouts or at least, how to find her thanks to a change in Skirk's nature. A few months ago, after meeting and getting to know the traveller, something changed within her. They don't know how exactly or why, but it seems that she is willing to let herself be found by those who show enough power, by the teacher's standards. In addition, she often lurks around abyss energy leaks from the abyss. They couldn't tell Arleccino why, but it was the most reliable evidence and the only option and clue she had in years.
So, there was Arleccino, in one of the forests of Nod Krai, at night, where lately, since Natlan's victory over the abyss, there had been detected an increase in the level of Wild Hunt activity. This being possible, theoretically due to the contamination of the abyss in the forests itself, this clearly being verifiable by Arleccino herself, as she was surrounded by creatures corrupted by the Wild Hunt and the abyss at the same time.
Humanoid figures with markings and strange purple flames on their bodies began to surround the Harbinger, while creatures resembling Hilichurls but larger and made of burning wood with those same purple flames, beat their chests, trying to intimidate the intruder from their nest.
Arleccino, of course, unfazed continues to advance forward, gracefully and slowly. Her Harbringers's coat billowed in the wind, hardly leaving any footprints in the snow, with how stealthy and graceful her steps were.
"I highly doubt that creatures such as you, still retain a conscience or even natural instincts. Anyway, This will be my only warning."- The fatui threatens as she uncovers her right arm, pulling it out of her coat while her fist burns in dark crimson flames, illuminating the darkness of the glade in which she finds herself surrounded.
"Leave me alone or you will experience the cruelty of the crimson moon"- She warms, violently shaking the flames in her fist.
Of course, this warning is totally ignored by the creatures of the Wild Hunt, who feracious and violently prepare for the attack, starting off with the wildest of the pack, the once beasts now corrupted by this strange sorcery.
Arleccino moves precisely and gracefully between the beasts' lunges and attempted bites and slashes, using the powerful, fiery heat of her flames to counter their attacks, grabbing any creature that passes through her dodge and setting it on fire, leaving it to burn within seconds, consumed by the crimson flames.
The attack of the beasts is joined by the humanoids corrupted by the flames of the hunt, rushing towards the herald with weapons looted from fallen adventurers, full of rust and dried blood. These seem to coordinate with the creatures' attack, striking instantly after Arleccino dodges them.
Of course, none of these attacks are successful at all, as the fatui increases her dodge and reaction speed, avoiding any thrust, slashes or violent blows aimed at her, directing them instead against the icy snow or tree trunks around her.
Arleccino notices that the numbers continue to swell as she hears howls and screams that would freeze any adventurer's blood getting closer and closer, so she makes the hard decision to stop toying with the creatures, summoning from the centre of the flames of her fist the crimson moon blade, her prized scythe, which she grasps with both hands and begins to whirl with it as if it were her dancing partner, throwing horizontal, vertical and diagonal slashes towards the beasts and humanoid creatures, cutting in half any of them that come too close, beginning to stain the snow with a strange blood of a very dark purple colour, almost as dark as the night.
At this, the creatures that reminded her of Hilichurls decide to join the battle, increasing the size and aggressiveness of their flames and along with hers, the violet fires of the other creatures as well, making them even more violent and wild, attacking with every fibre of their bodies, as if their motive for living was to murder her.
Before this, the Knave decides to take a more defensive tactic, using her blade staff as a defence, blocking enemy blades and weapons as she moves her feet swiftly and gracefully, leaving stealth aside and following her senses and perceptions of the battlefield, almost imitating an agile dancer on the snow, which is slowly melting thanks to the heat of the flames from both sides.
The monsters and creatures continue to attack relentlessly, not giving the fatui a second to think, but if this was a problem for the Harbinger, she would not be the fourth of the Tsaritsa knights. None of her steps had been in vain since she had entered the defensive posture, for she had been weaving her crimson web, as a spider weaves its web across the battlefield, binding each and every creature that came near her, linking each strand of burning thread between creature and foe.
When she manages to have them all bound to her web, she makes the scythe disappear, closing her fist in flames, which travels to her back from where a crimson red wings grows, using it to soar into the darkness of the night, illuminating the wasteland of the clearing with the flashes of those dark red flames, having a full view of the clearing where the battle is taking place.
Once she is able to observe all the creatures and ensure that they all observe her equally, her irises in the form of scarlet crosses ignite into the same flames as her fist, in a terrifying and ferocious manner, illuminating each and every flaming thread, travelling through each creature as if they were connecting through electricity, thus activating her deathtrap.
Each target that came into contact with the flames suffered a wrenching wound from within its body. As if its body was the fuel for it, burning stakes grew from deep within their chests, ripping, tearing apart and shattering every creature, raising fiery pillars into the sky.
Ending with the fierce and lethal Knave, plummeting into the centre of the clearing, creating an explosion of flames by impact, consuming any creature within the glade, while illuminating the deep darkness of the forest with scarlet flashes and flares.
The aftermath leaves only the smouldering ashes and embers of any creature of the wild hunt that chose to attack, scattering around the burned terrain.
Arleccino looks around her, seeing the ashes and scarlet embers around the clearing. Out of curiosity she crouches down to observe the remains of the creatures, trying to understand their nature or at least the source of the Wild Hunt's curse.
Among the ashes are several metals damaged by the power of the flames, melted and stuck to the scorched earth, though she can see some carvings on them, which she tries to decipher by looking closely. Unfortunately, they have suffered a lot of damage, so deciphering or draw any conclusions isn't possible.
There is an ominous silence across the moor. Since Arleccino eliminated all these creatures, there is no sign of the beasts that howled and moved towards the clearing, nor of any other animal or beings. The only thing that could be heard was the cold whistling of the wind passing through the trees, setting the fatui on alert and back into a defensive posture, as if expecting an attack from any angle.
The breeze continues to whirl through the trees, charging the atmosphere with perturbation and unease, while carrying with it the remains of the monsters in the form of ashes and embers, staining and marking the trees with it. Arleccino knows that the moment this breeze stops, another fight will break. She does not know against what or from where it will come, but her instincts were screaming at her to remain on guard, as something she had never faced before was coming.
Just as her instincts warned her, the moment the breeze stopped, she felt the temperature drop rapidly, watching her breath turn to mist, as if her breath froze on contact with the air.
Not a single second later, she swiftly leans back, feeling everything go in slow motion as she watches the edge of a long blade pass just inches from her face, slicing a small strand of hair from her fringe, feeling the chill of the cut and the mysterious attack.
Arleccino rises swiftly again as she ignites her fists in the dark flames, this time summoning two smaller scythes, one in each hand, spinning them ready for the attack as she watches her new foe.
White hair, limbs made of what looks like precious stone the colour of the abyssal pits, a cold and serene gaze with hauntingly beautiful eyes, marked with vertical slit pupils, their colour and glow reminding her of some of the rare sight of the fuchsia auroras over the Snezhnaya sky.
The mysterious woman carried a double-bladed blade, levitating centimetres above the ground, ready to respond to any attack coming straight at her.
"The description fits the way Childe described them... this must be Skirk, his teacher... I must say her stealth is admirable... Anyway, I suppose you'll want to test me before you treat me as an equal. So be it. I will show no mercy."- Arleccino thought before taking the initiative and lunging towards her new adversary, twirling the crimson sickles in her hands.
The edge of the fiery blades collide with the icy blades of Skirk's blades, being blocked in a split of a second as the double blade separates into 2 blades and crosses them, stopping the attack as red and light blue sparks fly on each impact.
Arleccino pushes more weight and flames into the blades of her sickles in an attempt to break Skirk's defence, which she fails to do as Skirk vanishes her weapon as she floats backwards at full speed, surprising Arleccino by knocking her off balance as she misses her attack.
Skirk, like a mermaid in the water, flies swiftly and beautifully around the fatui, getting on her back, summoning her sword, with which she tries to stab her in the back, but Arleccino, reacting in advance, brings out her crimson wings again and blocks the thrust with the fiery feathers, turning towards Skirk to attack with her two wings, using them as if they were huge blades and shields with which she tries to cut and pierce Skirk, while blocking some of the incoming attacks.
Skirk moves between the wings gracefully, swiftly steps and walking in the air as she mastered aerial combat, beginning to be pursued by Arleccino, who merges the two sickles in her scythe, taking the fight to the same ground as Skirk, throwing flares and slashes in fiery crescents moons with the blade of her weapon.
Skirk taps the air and as if it were a mirror, it shatters and fragments into icy crystals, appearing from the abyss, which she uses as a shield while she flies around Arleccino's attacks, avoiding and blocking the attacks of the fourth of the fatui.
Skirk overtakes Arleccino and ascends, gaining the high ground on Arleccino, starting firing all those shards of icy crystals, like knives, flying between them to attack with its blades, putting Arleccino in that defensive posture again.
The Knave blocks all the strikes Skirks tries to land with her blades, though she is not so lucky, since while dogding the dozens of icy knives, they manage to make a cut on her cheek, creating steam, due to the contact of the icy blade and Arleccino's burning blood.
Arleccino frowns, pulling away from Skirk as she wipes her cheek with the thumb, cleaning the steaming blood from her face as she gives Skirk a serious and respectful look before igniting the flames on her body, lighting the crosses of her eyes and directing every ember, every fire that springs from her blood and heart towards the scythe, increasing the size of its blade and its violence and ferocity with which it burns, preparing to strike a catastrophic blow at her opponent.
Without exchanging a word, Skirk understands what she must do, floating before her in the darkness of the night, as she raises her left hand, causing the crystals she had previously thrown to fly back towards her, joining her blades to form a greatsword which begins to glow and ooze icy abyssal energy.
Arleccino is the first to advance, wrapping herself in a violent inferno of dark red flames, pulling her scythe as if dragging the flames with her, causing the environment around her to burn with reddish lights, bringing a crimson moonlit night over this forest that begins to burn within the flames of crimson purgatory, eventually striking fiercely towards her target once it reaches her.
However, Skirk forms from her body an abyssal aura along with a spiritual mermaid tail, with which she launches herself flying towards Alreccino, dragging her great icy sword, tearing and shattering reality in her path, as if space were a crystal tearing through a space full of blue stars and darkness, using that powerful blow to impact against the attack of her new rival, freezing the environment and soothing the flames that were burning the surroundings by the icy shockwave.
The impact of both colossal attacks generates a shockwave, which spreads throughout the forest, bending trees and destroying their leaves, causing them to lose their branches as several of those branches are blown away by the force of the wave, while the atmosphere smokes in steam, since the heat of the crimson flames were equal to the power of the desolate cold of Skirk's attack, being eased by the extreme cold.
Skirk slowly descends towards the centre of the forest circle, as her right arm burns in crimson flames, melting into glowing dust and threatening to continue with her body, so before the flames spread any further, she rips off her arm and throws it to the ground, letting it burn slowly until it falls apart under the gaze of both of them.
Arleccino's eyes are dulled, but she doesn't appear to have any serious or life-threatening injuries, though she is exhausted and worn out from enduring so many impacts, making her kneel, driving her knee into the ground, looking down at Skirk and her burning arm without flinching.
Skirk watches her calmly as she wraps her injury in energy from the abyss, as her arm slowly begins to grow, including bone, veins and crystallised flesh.
"That's what I get for underestimating a descendant of the crimson moon with so many titles behind her. Though I didn't see you use that ability... the one with... the spider form? The thing you used in your battle, against the traveler?" - Skirk comments as she walks around the clearing, reaching over to grab one of the fallen tree trunks and place it near them, so she can sit somewhat more comfortably.
Arleccino looks at her again, following her with her gaze as if analysing her again, before standing up a little and sitting on the log. "I figured it would be too much heat and power for the forest. I didn't want to damage it any more than we already damaged it, with that collision, it's my first time in these woods. I highly doubt it would be a good idea to destroy them or cause a big fire the first time"- Arleccino replies watching her gather twigs and sticks.
"How long have you been watching me? Could it be... more or less since we avoided Fontaine's prophecy, with the children?" - Arleccino asks curiously, brushing the dust and ashes off herself.
Skirk watches her with curiosity after bending down to pick up some twigs and dry sticks "Looks like I must learn to be more stealthy... Or you have very developed senses... fascinating’"- Skirk answers walking to the centre of the clearing, near the trunk, to start forming a small bonfire with stones and the branches, raising hier gaze to Arleccino once the structure is finished.
"Yeah, I kind of started watching you since uh... I guess almost a year ago in Teyvat... yeah"- She voices casually, as she sits down next to her, giving her the space on the log, watching her as if she expects something from her.
Arleccino looks at her with interest "Then you must be the chills I feel from time to time, after every battle I put the slightest bit of effort into"- Arlleccino replies as she snaps her fingers, kindling a spark against the dry wood, lighting the campfire that begins to warm them little by little.
"Then you must know that I've been looking for you for a year, right?" -Asks Arlleccino, admiring the glow of the flames of the bonfire, reflected in the darkness of her eyes.
Skirk nods, moving her hand towards the crimson flames that form the bonfire, playing with the sparks that jump through the wood from time to time "Yes, that's right, I've also seen Ajax from the distance, but I haven't wanted to approach anyone at that moment"- She answers unconcerned and calmly without taking her eyes off the flames, almost in trance.
Arleccino continues to watch her in silence, as if trying to decipher what she is thinking, but decides to remain silent for a while longer, resting and catching her breath from the fight.
"Not long ago, I had an adventure with the traveller, to help her recover part of her soul that had been stolen by... let's say an acquaintance of my master. After that adventure and some time meditating, I realised that I really have no reason not to leave a trace of my existence in this world, even if I'm just passing through, it's no excuse not to meet people that are just like me or similar"- Skirk commented, still with her gaze on the flames of the bonfire.
"I'm not too good with words, really. But what I mean is, if you want to talk to me, while we're at the bonfire, recovering energy ... Do it"- She says while raising her gaze towards Arleccino.
"In all these months I've been watching you, I've found your stance relating to those you consider family and allies quite interesting"- Skirk explains, looking at Arleccino, who listens attentively.
"You mean you'd like to get to know me better?’ - Arleccino asks as she pulls out a dagger and picks up a piece of wood that was lying around on the ground, starting to carve it slowly, under Skirk's curious gaze.
Skirk nods "That's right. I'd like to get to know each other better with the intention of becoming friends. I think we could understand each other very well"- Skirk answers, moving a little closer to her to watch her carving on the wood.
Arleccino nods "My name is Arleccino, I am the fourth of the eleven Harbringers. You can think of me as a Snezhnayan diplomat. My job is to carry out the Tsaritsa's orders throughout Teyvat. Our main mission is to collect the 7 gnosis for our Majesty's plan"- Arleccino exposes as she turns to Skirk and takes her healthy hand gently.
"At your service"- She adds as she gently kisses Skirk's hand, introducing herself in a formal manner.
Skirk's face breaks into a small smile as she notices Arleccino's lips on her hand "You are just as a prince would be described in the tales of my homeland, I like that about you"- Skirk replies to the gentleness of Arleccino's action.
‘It's something they often tell me. That I look like a handsome prince to them, honestly I prefer it. I don't really like wearing or using things like dresses or... acting in certain ways. I feel more comfortable like that as well as with my title of Father"- Arleccino answers sitting back down next to her on the trunk, continuing with the dagger and the piece of wood.
"What about you? Do you have any hobbies apart from spying on me?"- Asks Arleccino trying to make a little joke.
"Well, that's not a hobby, it's more... you being my interest for this last year, you have quite an interesting life"- Replies Skirk seriously putting her healthy hand on her shoulder while Arleccino smiles sideways, seeing that she didn't get the joke.
"Normally, apart from training, scouting and fighting, as I guess you know, I also play my guitar and try to write poems, although I'm not too good at that, I'm afraid."- Skirk replies, trying to pick up her guitar but her other arm is still healing and rebuilding.
"I'll play you a song some other time."- Skirk replies seriously as she turns to look at the wound on her arm in surprise.
"I have never suffered such a wound before, with a flame as... peculiar as yours, Arleccino. Your movements on the battlefield are so elegant, graceful and precise... but at the same time lethal and fierce. You really have a great technique"- Skirk comments looking her up and down, thinking about the battle they had just had and blushing slightly without realising it.
"In contrast to your flame, which is violent, cruel and merciless, if I hadn't torn off my arm I'd be burning in your flames right now."- Adds Skirk, quite interested in Arleccino, getting a little closer to look into her eyes.
Arleccino takes her chin gently and makes her look away carefully "I'm afraid you shouldn't look directly into my eyes for too long, they might cause you to have a nightmare or make you see horror-filled visions"- Arleccino informs her while caressing her chin and the edges of her lips with her thumb.
"There wouldn't be much difference from when I'm dreaming."- Skirk replies, resting her hand on Arleccino' s arm.
Arleccino hesitates for a few moments whether to ask but finally decides to do so, turning her face towards her again "Nightmares from your past haunt you day and night?"- She asks softly.
Skirk nods "It's not as horrible as it was years ago, but at night, when I must rest out of necessity, those memories come back to haunt me, taking me back to my... native home, but... I won't bore you with that now"- She whispers, losing a bit of sparkle in her eyes.
"It's alright. If you want to talk about it, perhaps I could understand you. I don't have a very joyful past either, I'm afraid. But don't worry, I also know what it's like not to want to talk about it. There are many times when that torment comes back to me, in an intense way and it's not something I want to worry someone with"- Arleccino answers looking at her hands dyed black, with the curse spreading over her hands.
"But... Even though I carry a curse and a past full of torment… I can still be gentle. I'm caring and loving to those I love and care for."- Arleccino whispers, moving her hand to Skirk's cheek, caressing it with the gentleness and care she was talking about as she lowers her gaze to Skirk's lips and then to her eyes. "Or those who I will love and care for..."- She adds, approaching her a little closer.
Skirk watches her silently for a few seconds, letting her caress her skin and continue to admire her closely, almost studying them as if she were a work of art.
"Yes. I have observed it, especially when you were dealing with children or your heirs. Your way of loving is very different from the way you fight when you use your flames, even if the flames are cruel and fierce, your elegance and grace with your weapons make you look extremely precise, efficient and beautiful, it's as if you dance with your weapon, being it your dancing partner"- Skirk finally answers as she finishes healing her arm, getting it back to its usual shape.
Skirk runs her hands up Arleccino's leg to her waist and then up her torso to end up on her cheek as she does, caressing her thumb under her eyes, looking at them without fear, only with gentleness and empathy.
"I know this is very hasty but, I think we should be friends and see more of each other in the future. I would love to dance with you on the battlefield or have you join me in my training or expeditions to the abyssal wreckage" - Skirk declares seriously admiring the beauty of her potential friends and their serene expression.
Arleccino smiles and lowers her hands to Skirk's waist, moving even closer, their legs touching each other and caressing, "I would love to get to know you better. The way you talk, the way you fight, and everything else I've observed about you. I like you, I think we are similar in several aspects, even"- Arleccino whispers while nodding, lowering her gaze for a moment, although she meets Skirk's cleavage, so she brings it back up to her eyes slightly blushing, trying to act like nothing happened.
It was very strange for both of them to let another person get so close and even touch them like this. At least with someone fairly new. Never before had something similar happened to them, to feel so understood and connected just by having fought together and talked for a while, but...
Should they really stop, just because they hadn't known each other for so long? A connection like that was very strange to happen and yet... It happened... Maybe it was time for Skirk to open up a little more to let herself be led by these feelings, to trust. She doubted it would be a mistake, but if it was... mistakes are what you learn from, they were her best teacher after all and something that would stay with her all her life.
It wouldn't be the first time Arleccino found herself in a situation like this, but for some reason it felt different from other times. It was as if her body was asking her to, as if her heart and mind were giving her permission to make what most people would consider a one-night mistake. Though she didn't feel that way, she didn't feel that this was a mistake, she wished that this was the right decision and one encounter of many to have in the future. The words and the strange coldness around Skirk's body drew her in, as if it could soothe the intense heat of her flames.
Skirk takes the initiative and approaches Arleccino's lips, watching her eyes first to observe that she has consent, but before she can get a response, Arleccino steps forward and kisses her on the lips, resting her hands on Skirk's waist, reaching down the sides of her dress to caress and touch her skin, making contact with her warm hands.
Skirk blushes, feeling every caress of Arleccino's hands on her belly and waist, at the same time as her soft, warm lips, caressing with hers, following the rhythm of those kisses, clearly without much experience, letting herself go with her instincts and the steps that Arleccino marks for her.
Kisses that last minutes, small and short moments compared to the time they have both been walking in this world. But it is these small and insignificant minutes compared to the time of the universe or other beings that make life meaningful to live. To be carried away by these sudden feelings, by the voice of what their hearts and bodies ask of them, to bite into the fruit of temptation and then regret it or not, but what matters is that in these moments, they are both free and what they decide to do is to desire each other.
"If you need to stop, tell me... we can stop at any time, without any pressure or problem" - Arleccino whispers gently, separating from Skirk's lips for a few seconds to admire Skirk's beautiful blushing face, while it was illuminated by the flames of the bonfire, reflecting the light in her very special eyes.
Skirk shakes her head several times "No... I don't want to stop, I want to let myself go, we must... go on, don't stop... please"- Skirk whispers almost begging to the object of her desire, observing her body and her face, devouring her beauty with her eyes.
Arleccino gives her a tender and gentle smile, nodding as she takes off her coat and lays it on the trunk, trying to make it a little more comfortable "Let's move on then... Do you want me to set the pace? I can show you a few things" - Arleccino whispers, totally sure of herself, as she slowly undoes the buttons of her suit jacket, placing it back on the trunk.
Skirk takes a close look at Arleccino's sturdy and robust shoulders and arms, running her hands over them, nodding "I see you have powerful arms and shoulders... I like that..."- Skirk whispers, caressing and massaging Arleccino's arms gently as she moves up to her neck to try and kiss her.
Arleccino lets herself be kissed a few times before grabbing Skirk and elegantly turning her around to lay her down on her coat and jacket, helping her get even more comfortable on the wide log. "Shhh... quiet, leave it to me..."- Arleccino whispers getting off the log and placing herself between her legs, kneeling in front of her as she rests her hands on her thighs, moving dangerously slowly up her sides, reaching towards the nape of her neck where she slowly begins to undo the bows that keep Skirk's dress tied.
Skirk lifts her head to give her room at her neck so that Arleccino can kiss without any trouble, doing so directly, upon being invited by this gesture.
Arleccino's lips plunge into a sea of desire and longing, kissing every corner of Skirk's neck slowly and firmly, as if to make her crave more and more for the next one, trying to make her beg and ask for more, to bless her ears with that melody of desire and pleasure.
At the same time, once Skirk's dress is untied, Arleccino's hands slowly move down her torso, taking Skirk's dress with them and revealing her body. Skirk's breasts rest on her torso, bearing the mark of a few scars but still perfectly round and soft to the touch, as Arleccino's hands move up to cup and caress them, squeezing them with her warm fingers.
Skirk reacts to this affection and care, blushing and smiling as she feels that small pleasure on her chest, accompanied by kisses and nibbles on her neck, leaving her marked by the eagerness and desire of her partner, who continues to feast on her skin, slowly moving her lips down to her boobs, kissing her carefully and marking them in the same way with her lips and teeth.
Skirk lets herself be carried away by the tide of pleasure and passion that Arleccino pours over her, feeling and following each and every one of her grasps and her cuddles, allowing her to kiss, bite and caress her body, noticing every and each nibble on her boobs, sending pleasure to every corner of her body, making her want more, wanting her to continue and to go even further into this new world that she had not explored before.
"Arleccino, you are doing a very good job... But I want more..."- Skirk whispers resting her hands on Arlecchino's cheeks caressing her gently with her thumbs, while she makes sure she looks at her face, blushing with affection and her eyes full of radiance and desire "And then I want to try something with you... I also want to taste you and kiss you..."- She whispers almost as if she was begging her, letting herself be carried away by the desires of her heart.
Arleccino carefully listens to Skirk and nods, turning her face slightly to gently kiss Skirk's hand cupping her face. "So mote it be."- She whispers softly as she lifts what is left of Skirk's dress, helping her to slowly remove her underwear until they are laid out on the trunk in the same manner as the coat.
Arleccino gently and slowly kisses Skirk's waist, slowly moving up to her face as one of her hands gently slips between her thighs, starting to caress and massage Skirk's lower lips tenderly, pressing her fingers gently over the intimate area.
Skirk looks down, watching the movements of her partner's fingers, then raising her gaze to her eyes and then her lips, moving in to kiss them with passion and desire, using her tongue to work her way between them and kiss intensely and deeply, setting to pace the kisses, feeling more comfortable and aroused by every passing second, feeling every touch and caress.
Arleccino smiles proud of herself and glad that Skirk starts to set the rhythm with the kisses, without stopping her caresses at any moment, going up and down between her lips to trace and tease the clit in the same way, driving her bonfire companion to stop the kisses, having to catch a breath and gasp from the pleasure that these cuddles make her feel all over her body.
"I see you're enjoying it, dear Skirk... You don't have to be ashamed to say you enjoy what I'm doing... Go on, let me hear you, that sweet melody."- Arleccino insinuates close to Skirk's neck, letting her notice her breathing and almost the touch of her lips on her neck again.
Skirk looks at her blushing, a playful grin creeping onto her face, as she continues to glance down, following the movements of Arleccino's fingers with her gaze, while one of her hands reaches under the shirt of the suit, caressing those toned, chiselled abs that are fruits of Arleccino's discipline training.
"Your body in general... is a work... mmm... of art... I adore it... your finger skills... you could handle several knives in each hand without... aahh... any problem, really... you could be my... perfect ... aaghh... yes... training partner... I've never felt this pleasure before... like... this" - Skirk whispers confessing how the fatui's fingers and kisses make her wet.
Arleccino smirks again. This time with some mischief, as if he was planning something but also showing her pride in herself, after hearing Skirk's confession "Very good... keep it up then, keep enjoying my fingers... the sound of my voice... close your eyes to feel it even more... yes..."- She whispers quite insinuatingly before kissing her neck again, giving her flirty and teasing kisses.
Arleccino continues to stroke her fingers between Skirk's folds, giving her those overwhelming currents of pleasure running through her entire body, making her shiver with pleasure, unable to control the gasps and pleasure-filled grunts that escape between her lips, wetting her dance partner's fingers with her fluids, at the same time clinging to her waist, sinking her fingers into Arleccino's skin, coming to mark it by the force she was making from reaching climax.
Arleccino stops once she feels and sees her hand and fingers completely wet, giving Skirk an amused and naughty look, sliding her fingertips along her waist, slowly sliding up her belly, passing between her breasts and her neck to end up on Skirk's lips, staining the path with some of the nectar that her fingers took from Skirk's ecstasy.
Skirk tries to lick those fingers, but before her tongue can even touch them, Arleccino brings them close to her own, starting to lick it, slowly from between her fingers, under Skirk's attentive and desirous gaze, as if she wanted to taste her firm and elegant fingers, drenched with her honey, in her mouth.
"I'm sorry my dear... but I'm afraid you won't be taking them or tasting any more of me tonight." - Arleccino whispers with a serious and seductive look, accompanied by a smile full of teasing.
Skirk watches in confusion as if she's done something wrong, sitting upright on the log but before she can ask, Arleccino puts her index finger on her lips, stopping any complaint from coming out.
"You've been spying and preying on me for a whole year... while I've been looking out for you with no clue about you. Skirk... I don't like it when someone does that to me"- Arleccino voices as she takes her chin, standing up and directing Skirk's gaze towards her face. "If you want to experience more... feel even more pleasure and... taste me, you'll have to look out for me and... this time. I'll make sure not to make it easy for you"- She adds, checking that Skirk is paying attention and listening to her, which she confirms after seeing Skirk's gaze light up with some excitement and a defiant expression appear on her face.
"You have a lot of confidence in yourself to think and say all this, Fatui... You sure have some nerve. What if tonight doesn't happen again, as if it was a mistake we should never have committed?"- Skirk asks, grabbing her dress as she challenges her with her gaze, but clearly enjoying it because of joyous expression.
"Then this will be the only mistake I did not regret making in the last decade"- Arleccino replies, turning around as she snaps her fingers and amidst crimson flames her clothes are properly placed back on her. "What about you, will you regret this mistake, dear Skirk?"- She asks insinuatingly and just as defiantly as her tone, turning back around to face her and challenge them.
"I don't consider it a mistake, little Knave."- Replies Skirk in a taunting tone.
But once she looks back to where Skirk was, she realises that she disappeared, leaving only the remnants of a crack in the space before closing in the blink of an eye.
Arleccino frowns a little annoyed, but instantly smiles and shakes her head, glancing down at her fingers one last time before looking up at the glow of the sun, rising through the mountains in the distance and heading towards the exit of the forest, starting their way back to the city of Nod krai, wondering when she would next see this strange icy crystal warrior.