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"Do me a favour darling. In this situation only, call me Harry." Accalia smiles to herself, happy that she had managed to get him to say his name.

"Whatever you say, Harlequin," she says, chuckling when she feels Harry's hand on her breast tighten significantly. She lets out a soft moan as he angrily pulls her nipple, trying to get her to take back what she said.

"It's Harry," he growls. His lips skim her neck before biting down rather abruptly right where he can feel her pulse.

"All I hear is Harlequin," Accalia taunts, enjoying how rough he's suddenly become due to his frustrations of her not saying his name. "You're going to have earn me saying your name," she whispers, her back arching as Harry suddenly pushes her against the nearby tree.

"Say my name, Accalia," he commands, his words making her heart beat wildly. The ache between her legs begins to get worse, especially as Harry's hand rears back and slaps her ass.

"Oh!" she gasps, her mouth parting as she feels a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. She can feel a wetness between her legs. "Is that the best you can do, Harlequin?" she pants as he repeats his action.

"You're quite the vexing creature, Ms. Starling," Harry says as he moves his hands around her body, feeling every inch of her but the wetness between her legs.

"I am no creature, Harlequin," she groans, just wanting him to touch her. The pent up frustration is getting to be too much, and Harry  allows her some relief as he pulls on her taut nipples. She feels his lips move against her skin, his tongue rolls against the mark he made with his teeth, soothing the slight sting it had made. "You can do better than that," she says, pulling on whatever hair she can. Her back is on the tree now, and Harry is slowly making his way down to her chest. He pulls away from her as she speaks and narrows his eyes at her.

"Do not test me, darling," he hisses as he stands all the way up in an effort to show some dominance. He's surprised when he sees defiance flashes through her eyes and he stiffens when she reaches down and grabs him.

"I think you'll be quick to know that you do not test me, Harlequin," she whispers, her lips barely brushing against Harry's. "You may be a man, but when you're with me, I'm the one that's in control."

"Oh gods," Harry groans as Accalia moves her hand down into his trousers. He's never met a woman as dominant as her—it's a weird feeling and he's unsure of what to do.

"Kiss me, Harlequin," Accalia commands, enjoying how lost Harry seems. "Then lay me down and fuck me," she continues, her voice dropping to a seductive tone. The way her brown eyes stare up at her, oozing dominance as well as innocence makes Harry groan loudly before grabbing the backs of Accalia's thick thighs and wrapping them around his waist. Her hands immediately link behind his neck and she raises her eyebrow at him.

"You are something else," Harry murmurs, mostly to himself, before leaning forward and crashing his lips against hers. He pushes his tongue past her lips and into her mouth, and he hastily lays her on the linen that was laid out. "Oh gods," he gasps into Accalia's mouth as she grinds against him.

"Fuck me already, Harlequin," she commands. The deliberate action of not using his name annoys Harry greatly and he wastes no time in pushing down his trousers. He moves his hand up and down his shaft whilst staring down at the woman before him. He chuckles to himself, finding this situation mildly humorous. This wasn't part of his plan, but this will add an interesting layer to everything. Just as Accalia is beginning to get impatient, she lets out a quiet gasp as she feels Harry's fingers run through her folds, gathering the wetness that's gathered.

"All in good time, darling," Harry chuckles, watching as Accalia writhes beneath him, trying to relieve some of the pent up sexual desire. He continues staring down at her for a few moments, taking in her round breasts, the way her hair clings to her body, and how her skin seems to glisten in the dimming evening sun. "Has anyone ever told you just how beautiful you are?" Harry finally asks as he leans down. The tip of his cock barely brushes against Accalia's entrance.

Her heart nearly skips a beat at his words, not really sure of how to reply. Many men, especially those from the village have called her beautiful, but that's only ever been a part of their attempts at seducing her. No one has ever called her beautiful and meant it—except her family. To save herself the trouble of having to answer, Accalia places the back of her hand on Harry's neck and moves his head closer to hers. Then, she slowly begins kissing him, hoping that he'll be distracted enough and just give her the release she needs.

"Come on, Harlequin," she murmurs against his lips. She pulls away enough to grab his bottom one with her teeth and she lightly pulls. This is all Harry needs as he suddenly thrusts forward, pushing his way inside Accalia with no warning whatsoever. "Oh—" she gasps, unable to form a proper sentence as overwhelming pain and pleasure engulfs her. It's been awhile since she's done something like this, and Harry is stretching her almost to her max.

"Oh gods, you feel amazing," Harry groans, waiting for a moment so Accalia can adjust to him, then he slowly moves his hips, relishing in her soft moans. "Shit, darling," he says before attaching his lips to her neck, biting and sucking as he moves his hips more quickly. Accalia's hands go to Harry's back. She digs her fingernails into his skin, and her back arched off linen cloth as he thrusts sharply into her.

"H-Harlequin," she whimpers.

"It's Harry," he growls, biting down onto her skin. The sound of skin slapping against skin fill the air as he pounds into her. Harry never realized until now how much he preferred it when women would say his name in ecstasy, and he's determined to make Accalia scream it.

"Faster," she whines as she raises her hips, trying to get him to pick up the pace. Harry's eyes widen in surprise and he pulls away from her neck to stare down at her. This woman is not at all what he thought she'd be—he certainly didn't imagine that she'd be so insatiable. As he props himself up to get a better angle, he lets his eyes scan Accalia's body again. He licks his lips at the way her round breasts bounce on her chest from how hard he's fucking her. Purple bruises and bite marks are scattered all around her neck and chest and he smirks to himself, enjoying how he was able to paint her like a canvas. 

"Oh I'm close," Accalia moans as the pressure in her lower stomach begins to tighten.

"Come on darling," Harry encourages as he rolls his hips against hers. He can feel her walls clenching around him and he roughly grabs one of her breasts as he feels her getting closer to the edge.

"H-Harry!" she cries out, right as her orgasm rips through her. Harry comes undone the second she says his name and he collapses onto her body, breathing heavily. He had thought that Accalia would be an easy and quick fuck, someone that wouldn't tire him out, but she thoroughly surprised him. He's exhausted, and he barely registers that she is moving out from underneath him.

"Where are you going?" Harry finds himself asking. Accalia looks back at him as she stands. Her legs are weak, but she feels happy and satisfied.

"I'm leaving," she says simply. "Did you expect me to stay after?" Harry opens his mouth to reply, and he realizes just how stupid he'll sound if he says 'yes'. The truth is, he had expected her to stay with him. No woman had ever left him right after sex, and if they did, it's because he'd asked them to leave.

"Well—"

"This was only ever going to be a one time thing, Harlequin. I look forward to seeing you around," she adds before putting her clean smock on. She gathers everything she brought except the linen cloth that Harry's laying on and leaves.

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Accalia lets out quiet laughs as she watches the young boy run around on the grass. He's chasing the basset hound, Bernard. She loves how the dog will play along and allow the small child chase him around. Bernard has been in the family for two years now, and he's been a good addition to the family. Most have them to help during hunts, but they have him as a companion to the kid. He's Accalia's nephew and is four years old.

"Miles, love, you've got to be careful," Accalia says as she gets up from her spot. She had just witnessed him nearly tripping over a rock.

"Sorry, Lia!" Miles giggles as he stops running after Bernard to look at his aunt.

"It's alright," she sighs. "Just look at where you're going, okay?" she asks as she lightly kisses his forehead.

"Okay!" Miles says as he turns away and runs after Bernard again. It's a bright summer day with a slight breeze giving a slight relief to the heat. Accalia is wearing a dress with loose sleeves so she can push them up, which is exactly what she's doing right now. Miles is wearing short trousers with a loose white shirt, and he laughs loudly again when he finally gets to Bernard. He's careful not to hurt the animal as he picks it up and Accalia smiles again as she watches him.

"Accalia dear, I've finally tracked you down," Constance says as she approaches her daughter. "What are you—ah." She begins to ask a question, but then she sees Miles with Bernard.

"Sorry, mother," Accalia sighs as she immediately pulls the sleeves of her dress down. "What did you need me for?"

"I was wondering if you would join your father and I for dinner," she asks. "You still haven't seen Edward perform yet, and I'd like for it to happen at least once."

"I would prefer not to," Accalia murmurs. Ever since she laid with Harry, she's been trying not to interact with him as much. She doesn't want to give him any ideas that them having sex would be a reoccurring event. She's run into him several times after the whole ordeal, and each time, he's tried seducing her.

"Please, my love?" Constance asks. Accalia shakes her head at her mothers instance, but finally agrees. Her mother smiles in delight and she hugs her daughter before moving away to watch Miles. She smiles sadly at the little boy, and eventually turns her head away, not wanting to look at him for too long.

The following evening, once Accalia's aunt takes Miles to her home, the Starlings are at the dinner table. Accalia finds herself avoiding any eye contact with Harry as he recounts an old comedic tale about the king. She doesn't find him to be very entertaining, but then again, the only thing she can really focus on is how good it felt to have him inside her. Part of why she's been trying to avoid him is because she knows that she wants to be with him again.

Accalia's been filled with inexplicable feelings of lust, and on more than one occasion, she's needed to give herself some relief with her fingers. She knows she can't afford to be involved with the harlequin, but she can't help it. Throughout the whole time that she's been eating dinner, Harry's been making subtle advances on her.

He'd come over to her and touch her shoulders, and when her parents would look away, he'd bring his head down and quietly whisper some of the things that he wishes that he could do to her again. Accalia doesn't mind this at all—in fact, she welcomes his attempts at seducing her because it's significantly more entertaining than his story.

Accalia doesn't understand why her parents are so thrilled by the harlequin, but as long as they're entertained, she doesn't care. It means that she no longer has to sit through her parents urging her to choose a suitor. If she could have it her way, Accalia would never get married.

She's never fancied the idea of doing something like that because then her only job would be to produce kids. She doesn't want to be reduced to something like that. She doesn't want to end up like her mother—who doesn't really have a voice in her own home.

Once dinner is over, Accalia rushes to her room, where she is able to relax in the warm bath that Judith has made for her. She loves the way the hot water makes her whole body feel heavy. It certainly takes away some of the stress she's experiencing, and she closes her eyes as she rests her head on the bath tub.

"Do you always spy on me when I'm bathing?" Accalia asks, after she hears a quiet series of footsteps. She already knows who it is, and she makes no moves to try and cover herself—partially because the bubbles from the soap covers her body, but partially because he's already seen her bare. "It is rather uncouth, Harlequin."

"You've been avoiding me, darling," Harry replies, his eyebrows furrowing as he stares down at the angel in the bathtub. "And why are you still calling me Harlequin? You know my real name."

"I do believe that you were telling me to call you by your real name only when we were having sex," Accalia replies smoothly. "I don't believe we're having sex right now."

"We could always change that," Harry says, stepping closer. He's hoping that she'll say yes, but he already knows what she'll say from the smirk that graces her lips.

"I'd rather not," she says.

"Why?" Harry asks, not really meaning to ask that. He hates how desperate he sounds, but he just wants to hear her moans, feel her skin against his.

"I don't need a reason, Harlequin," she replies, opening her eyes. "Perhaps you are not worth the risk of getting caught. Perhaps us laying together shouldn't have happened."

"Well, it happened," Harry huffs. "There's no way we can take it back, and quite frankly, I do not want to."

"I need to save myself for my future husband, if I ever get married. It is dangerous for me to not be a virgin," Accalia says, giving him an excuse that's mixed with truth as well as lies.

"Well, that may be a little hard, considering that you were most definitely not a virgin when you were begging me to fuck you," Harry snaps. "Stop acting all high and mighty, Accalia. You are no different than any of the other women I've fucked." Accalia feels a rush of anger at his words and she suddenly gets up, not caring that water spills over the edges of the tub as she does this.

Harry immediately knows that he's crossed some sort of line—he can see it in Accalia's brown eyes. He can't even bring himself to allow himself to be turned on at the sight of seeing her naked again. He regrets his harsh words now.

"Me not being a virgin is not my fault," Accalia says in an eerily calm tone. "I did not get to control the way it happened, and I barely get any freedom over what happens to my body, and the little freedom that I have now will be gone the second I get married. So, if I say I don't want to have sex with you, accept that and get out."

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a/n: I wrote the smut when I was very tried so sorry if it sucked. I have big plans for this story, so thank you for reading this.

On that note, this story is already ranked #416 in short story, which is really amazing. Thank you for the support on this story, it means a lot.