Chapter 12: Wake up Sleepy-Head

As the darkness takes over the sky around Backlund, inside a specific hotel that can house both middle class and nobility, within one of its room.

(Why is Sherlock taking so long? Is he also taking a dump?)

The Demigod puppet, Miss Sharron sit on the white cleaned sheets of the bed, wearing nothing but a towel, awaiting Sherlock to finish his shower.

(Is this really the right decision? Should I fix up Sherlock's misunderstanding somehow? But, wouldn't this opportunity be a waste to digest my potion? Haahh... I don't know what I should do...)

Miss Sharron somehow presented herself delving into her sequence potion's acting, The Puppet, Sherlock Moriarty, one of her acquaintances, a close friend, and a boyfriend in her eyes, perceive the situation as such.

Sherlock thought it out that Miss Sharron was simply using him to hasten her advancement, Sherlock having finally got the taste of a woman, and unable to hold himself wanted to indulge even more into pleasure.

After some time of pondering, the door to the bathroom opening, and Sherlock, naked with only a towel at his crotch came out.

(Did that really just happen, although it's pretty normal for a Church of Storms member to hunt down pirates, I'm still wondering why did that happen, what did Ma'am Hermit do to attract the attention of the Sea King? Ugh... This is killing my libido, I should just put this out in the back of my mind.)

Sigh

"Sorry, did I kept you waiting?" Sherlock with a smile look at the ever cold but exquisitely beautiful Miss Sharron who's appearance almost resemble a porcelain doll.

"Not at all." After saying that, Miss Sharron stood up from her position, and slowly approach Sherlock.

"Then. Don't mind if I..." As their distance become closer, and their faces just a few inches, Miss Sharron intending to steal a kiss while her hand is about to embrace him from his neck.

(I still feel bad, but, all for the sake of the Acting Method, right?) Before Miss Sharron could accomplish her action, about to engage in a kiss, Sherlock put a finger on her glossy soft lips to stop her.

"Puppets aren't allowed to move and take the initiative, right, my Dear Sharron?"

(Did he really just call me Dear?!) Losing her focus, albeit for a quick moment upon hearing the word Dear, a word that can be used to express a person's perception of one another, putting them in high regard, and sense of care and love, Miss Sharron slowly blushed her cheeks, not even taking into account that she's being treated as a Puppet.

"First off, put these make up on." Taking steps toward his belongings on the table, Sherlock took out some objects from a bag.

(Wait, did he really buy that from the circus?!) Sharron taking in a momentary surprise after seeing something ridiculous at Sherlock's hand.

(She wouldn't mind, right? Oh crap, did I go too far? This is bad, she's just staring, should I put these away, should I just back out, c'mon, Sharron, say something) Locking gazes for a cold hard minute, Sherlock realizes the depravity of the situation he put himself in as sweat slide down his temple.

"Ye- yes... Master." A specific, but random words suddenly blurted out of Miss Sharron's mouth, a word that seems to comply despite the absurdity, treating herself like the Puppet she is.

(Wah- Did she really just say that! Although she's been acting lately, hearing her say Master, it's making my dick harder!) Hearing those words, Sherlock's cock which was already a bit hard upon seeing the beautiful figure of Miss Sharron stood up and got hard at such a sight.

After a few minutes, a ridiculous picture just came into fruition, its humiliating, it's embarrassing, what the hell is Sherlock thinking?

Standing in front of Sherlock who's sitting on the bed with a cock standing so erect you could see the veins bulging out after putting Miss Sharron on such an absurd situation.

(Are you serious, this is so embarrassing, you got to be kidding me, I didn't expect Sherlock, the famous detective to into this kind of fetishes.)

Blushing beet red from her cheeks, Miss Sharron trying to contain herself from embarrassment, with a light make up on her face with tinged of red and yellow pastel color across her eyes, making a tear drop, a ridiculous funny outfit.

Miss Sharron just got turned herself into a fricking Clown Girl.

Ok, that's it, I'm done, Mother Goddess, smite this bitch, Klein, just take him already.

(Ugh, I'm so hard right now, I wanna pounce on her!)

(Tsk, let's just get this over with already!)

(All for the sake of the acting method, right?)

The fuck you mean for the sake of the acting method, isn't this cosplay?

Thud

Shaking on the bed, unable to contain his excitement, Sherlock suddenly pounced on Miss Sharron, pinning her on the floor, her hands above her head, her gaze in a daze from the shock, Sherlock then immediately went on and stole a forceful kiss.

Slurp Slurp Smooch Smooch

Ravaging her mouth like a beast with his lewd tongue, saliva squelching from every action and escaping to the side of their lips, their breathe become heavy, and their body hot.

"Huff... Huff... Huff..."

Miss Sharron herself trembled from the sudden excitement, she moaned and gasped for air, as the inside of her mouth was covered by a twirling movement of Sherlock's tongue, marking every corner, her teeths, her tongue, nothing was exempted.

(Huuuu... I know this is ridiculous, but seeing Sherlock desire me so badly, this isn't so bad after all, I guess.)

After a mouthful of non stop kissing, taking a few seconds to catch their breath, Sherlock sit up in front her lying body, with his Beyonder powers to manipulate fire, Sherlock then forcefully and easily tore apart the funny ridiculous Clown pants she's wearing by simply increase the heat stemming from his palm, similar to whe he write on pieces of paper, by leaving charred marks.

"Weh...?" Miss Sharron unable to respond as her pants was torn off, her pussy in full view, soaking wet and squirting lightly, trembling and shaking as if it was searching for a cock to fill the hole.

Without further ado, and without waiting for Miss Sharron to recover to get her words of permission, Sherlock grabbed Sharron's waist, position his cock in front of her pussy, the tip and the hole kissing each other, and slammed with considerable force his hips into hers.

"KYAAHHHH!!!" Miss Sharron taken by surprise

Play Plap Plap

Without stopping, and wanting to keep the momentum, after insertion, Sherlock then went on and continued putting his cock in and out without a care.

Sharron's body was overruled by this kind of pleasure, one that have no consider for her well being, only the other party by himself.

"Ah..! Aahhh!!"

Drowning in pleasure turning into ecstasy.

The both of them indulged themselves freely, Sharron's newfound fetishes of getting handled, and Sherlock's own interest towards Clown Girls, the pair was synchronized at the moment, making them perfect for each other.

"My pussy, you're going to break it! I'm cumming! Cumming!"

"Shut up, puppets aren't allowed to talk!"

"Kyahh!!"

A bit ahead of himself, Sherlock unknowingly yanked her hair from the ground, making her yelp in pain and surprise whilst still forcefully thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy which was squirting and letting out juices non stop.

Sherlock's pre-cum inside his pussy, mixing in with her's inside, covering his cock with her juices, turning stick, allowing it slide in and out much easier, multiplying their pleasure.

"Please, master...! This is too much- Guh!" Sherlock then hugged her, bringing in her body much closer, his hands behind her back, and her hands on his back too, trying to hold on desperately into each other.

"I said, puppets aren't allowed to talk!"

"KYAAHHH!!!"

Immediately switching positions, pinning against the ground again, but her back in an arch and butt is facing upwards, her pussy ready to be served.

Incapble of stopping even for just a moment due to the accumalted frustration that welled up within a week of not even finishing it, unsatisfied despite already cumming twice earlier this day, Sherlock didn't waste a second, and inserted it again to continue the pleasure.

"Aahh! Huff! Uuhhh!"

Not allowing himself to cum immediately like his first time, the extreme amount of pleasure he's been feeling right now more than ever, even greater than all of the sex he's engaged in, Sherlock tried to keep it himself.

The usually so cold and indifferent face Miss Sharron wear outside, have now turn no indifferent like a spent up bitch in heat, drolling her face on the floor, as her back gets plowed and ravaged.

"Take it, bitch! Take my semen! All of it, don't waste a drop!"

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

As Sherlock's thrust got even faster and stronger, Sharron's moans and scream became even louder, and in the heat of the moment.

SPLASH SPLURT SPLURT

"Guh...!"

"Aahhh..."

Sherlock ejaculated his semen inside her womb, gushing out like a hose, overflowing, to the point some of his semen even went back outside of her hole because of too much volume.

Ejaculating for what felt like a minute non stop, Sherlock escape from the lock, and fell down to the floor right beside her, her pussy and thighs drench in soak of wetness, the hole is overflowing with semen, and the both of them slumped to the ground, gasping for air, and breathing heavily.

They locked eyes with each other, their facial expression is filled with joy, they brought their hands and lips closer together, hold each other's and took a kiss.

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Saint Samuel Cathedral

Inside a room where members of red gloves are casually taking a break and playing with cards.

Captain Soest, leader of the group came into view, and handed a report.

"We got a new mission, human traffickers."

Leonard, whom is amongst within the group, looked up at his captain, saw the report, and thought casually.

(Just another day in the office.)

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Morning sunrise, back at the particular hotel that can house both middle class and nobility, at a specific room, two people gracefully slept at the bed.

The serenity stemming from the atmosphere, the birds chirping outside, the fresh air and sunlight from the balcony, the peace they're currently in, anybody would be jealous of the two lovers, or are they?

Waking up first this time around, Sherlock stretch his arms and yawned like a newborn baby after such a satisfying sleep.

He took a glance at his side, and saw the beautiful blonde haired Miss Sharron still sleeping, he smiled upon such a sight.

(If it weren't for the acting method, I wouldn't really mind dating her right now, wait! Could've I really fallen for her, but- hehe, who could even reject such a beauty?) Bringing forth his hands above her face, and lightly tapping it on her cheeks.

"Wake up sleepy head, morning!"

The sleeping beauty slowly opened her eyes, taking in a moment, she also stretched her arms and yawned innocently, they noticed each other's glanced, and seeing each other so close and satisfied after a night.

Under the premise of taking advantage of each other, despite all that, the atmosphere of the morning, they couldn't help it but simply smile at each other.