Joker/Pieri - Breathless

	“Joooker! Pieri is thirsty! You will make her tea!” Pieri’s voice, shrill and girlish, cut through the midafternoon calm. Joker felt a twitch beneath his skin. It had been a pleasant morning – he had cleaned Lady Kamui’s quarters, prepared her a suitable lunch, and polished her armor to spotlessness. Irritatingly, Pieri had caught him in the midst of his tea preparations. He had hand-selected this week’s tea leaves himself – a black brew, rich and mellow. Nothing less than the finest beneath Nohr’s banner would suffice.
	“I will not,” he responded calmly. “Should there be any extra tea, you are welcome to it.” This was a lie, of course – by now, Joker knew exactly how much tea to prepare for his lady. Wastefulness was the mark of an amateur.
	“No! Pieri will not wait!” she huffed, her face forming a girlish pout.
	“Then I refuse. You may prepare your own at your leisure.” Joker would not afford the girl so much as a second glance, let alone the privilege of his time. He positioned a wedge of lemon along the cup’s brim.
	“Stupid Joker! Pieri ordered you to give it to her, so you will give it to Pieri!” In a flash, she snatched the cup from Joker, its contents sloshing over its edges. Flecks of hot tea splattered Joker’s outfit, browning the edges of his tunic.
	Joker’s breath escaped him in a low hiss. “This uniform was a gift from Lady Kamui.” Clean cotton, washed and pressed. Formal dress was a symbol of respect for the estate, and by extension, the kingdom. Not that this idiot girl would have the slightest idea…
 	“Pieri thinks Joker fusses too much over Kamui!” Pieri grinned, black tea dribbling down her chin.
	Joker felt the remains of his temper ebb away. This sort of tripe coming from a woman who wore the blood of her servants like fresh clothing, a barbaric creature who saw it fit to stand shoulder to shoulder with Lady Kamui. Disgusting. Disgraceful. “Serving Lady Kamui is my life’s purpose, one I would not exchange for anything in the world. Do not confuse your pointless existence with my own.”
	“Waah! Joker must be in love with Kamui!” Pieri exploded in a cascade of giggles. “Bad Joker!”
	Irritation streaked through Joker, his blood running hot. Of course this savage who slaughtered her own servants for sport would not understand – could not understand – the delicacy of the bond between a dedicated servant and his Master. Feelings of romance would be a violation of the very essence of their contract, a thoughtless, selfish infringement upon the Lady’s trust and dignity. So he couldn’t possibly…
	“Be silent.” The dry candor in his voice had vanished.
	“Ahahaha! I knewwww it!” Pieri jeered, mirth ringing in her voice. Years of guilt, of shame, bubbled up through Joker’s subconscious. The lust he’d smothered at every errant glance at the softness of Lady Kamui’s thighs, the curve of her hips, the mischief of her smile.
	Joker felt his fingers twitch. A lifetime of combat training had long since taught him the value of impulse. Without so much as a conscious thought, his fingers were a vice at her throat. His voice came mechanically. “You will learn to treat others with the proper respect.” If nothing else, this woman, this creature, could at least be used as a vessel for release. Joker forced her down upon the kitchen table, silver and porcelain clattering from the impact. His free hand moved to the top of her leggings and tore them down in a sharp, fluid motion. He drew the string from his breeches and they fell slack around his calves. Thoughts of his lady had left him swollen, straining at his underthings. Unbefitting for her caretaker. Hardly the first time.
	Joker shook the guilt from his mind, his gaze refocused at the mess of a woman sprawled before him. Barely human, drunk with the depravity of one who had never known the pain of discipline. Perhaps today she would learn the value of keeping her tongue still. He positioned himself at her entrance and drew his hips forward. A small gasp died in his throat - she was warm and slick with wetness, the contours of her thighs gripping him and drawing him in.
	“J-Jok... nnghn…” a few girlish syllables managed to escape Pieri’s throat, despite Joker’s efforts.
	He’d taken women before – merchants, prisoners, and even the occasional guest would request his company. In truth, they were all flesh to him… faceless playthings to ease the stress of working for perfection herself. His eyes flicked upward. While Pieri’s face had taken on a blueish pallor, her eyes had glazed over without a trace of fear. He felt her pulse throb at double time beneath his fingers. He quickened his pace, trying to ignore the tension mounting between his thighs.
	“Nnghn… mmmnh….” Her expression was rapturous. He grimaced as he felt himself stiffen beneath her gaze. Filthy.
	“You were told… to be silent…” Joker leaned the brunt of his weight into his arm and met Pieri’s eyes. She wore a dizzy, twisted smile, and locked her legs around Joker’s back. With a buck of her hips she pushed him deeper into her.
“W-what are you…?!“ Joker heard a moan escape his throat, lewd and indignified. “S-stop! Pieri, no-“ He gasped, though perhaps a moment too late. Her pupils had blown wide and her body quivered beneath him. Her thighs gripped him tighter as she pulled him close, filling herself with him. Pieri’s hips rocked in an inviting motion, greedy and wanting. Every combat-forged muscle clenched tight as she contracted around him.
	“I… mmmnn…!” He felt a spasm run down her spine, her walls shuddering with ecstasy. Her legs held him as she twitched, eyelids fluttering.
	“N… no, don’t… nnghnn…!” A haze of panic and pleasure washed over Joker. He gasped, his cock spurting ropes of soft white that dripped from Pieri’s insides onto the polished mahogany table.
	He loosened his grip on her throat, his eyes wide. “What have you done?!”
	Pieri grinned, her breath rasping. “Now Joker will make Pieri whatever she wants.” Her shaking voice was laced with satisfaction. “Whenever she wants it.”
	It wasn’t until the candy-haired boy appeared, his young eyes weary with the weight of ten lifetimes, that Joker truly understood the depth of his error in judgment.

BAD END