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“Ouch!”

You jumped back at the aggressive bite, and Gepard immediately moved to shield your head from crashing into the headboard.

“I’m so sorry! Just…wait here!” He hurried off to the bathroom to fetch a damp washcloth to mop off the small amount of blood that welled from the new wound. “I can’t believe I did that…”

“It’s okay, I promise,” you said softly. You placed your hand over his to stop him from fussing over the bite on your neck. The two of you had been going at it for quite some time, ever since Gepard got home from work and jumped you in the kitchen. You didn’t ask about his day at work, but judging from the way he immediately tore off your clothes and tossed you in bed, you didn’t have to ask to know the answer. Ten minutes in, and he was already a hopeless victim to his lust, but you had no idea that he would lose control to the point where he would hurt you. Or at least what he thought was hurting you.

“Does it sting? The bleeding stopped, but it’s still red. I can get you some ice or…”

“It’s okay,” you repeated gently. “It didn’t really hurt. I was just shocked. We can continue, if you want to.”

“Umm…” Gepard blushed brightly, and placed the washcloth on the bedside table. You hadn’t seen him look so ashamed since he broke one of the gadgets in Serval’s workshop in an effort to fix it. “I just want to help you. Is that okay?”

You frowned. “Gepard…”

Gepard reached his hand down and his fingers brushed at your entrance. “Let me spoil you.”

“Why did I do that?” Gepard slouched in his office chair and hid his face in his hands. Today was one of the rare days where he had to stay in Belobog instead of venturing into the fragmentum, which left him to stew in his thoughts instead of focusing on battle on the front lines. He finally had a lull in his day, a precious few minutes before another inane political meeting, and all he could think about was you. He couldn’t shake the sight of the tiny bead of blood that slid down your neck, and the sound of your voice crying out in pain.

He wanted more.

He wanted to leave purple bruises for the world to see, to remember who owned you. He wanted to lick the blood from your skin and make you beg for him to do it again. He wanted to tie you up, whip you until you cried, and own every inch of your body. It wasn’t the first time he had those thoughts, but he always kept them buried deep down out of respect for you. Yesterday was the first time those thoughts ever came into reality, and they were better than he could’ve ever imagined, but how could he ever abuse his  sweet and gentle girl?

He was so fucked.

“Sir?”

Gepard blinked and then quickly sat up straight in his chair. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you come in.”

The guard frowned. “Is this a bad time?”

“No, I was just taking a break. What do you need?”

“Lady Bronya wishes to speak with you about changing the patrol schedule. Are you available?”

“Yes, tell her I’ll be there in 10.”

The guard saluted and left swiftly. Gepard sighed and slouched back into his chair. He had never been more grateful for his generously large desk, which conveniently hid his body from the waist down. It wasn’t time to be thinking about you. And it definitely wasn’t time to make a mess in his pants.

Praying that no one would walk in, Gepard unbuckled his belt, tucked his arousal into his waistband, and began to prepare for the meeting.

After staying at Qlipoth fort much longer than intended, Gepard crept into his home, certain that you were asleep. He quietly stepped out of his boots and headed into the bedroom, unprepared for the sight before him.

You were dressed in a baby pink lingerie set, something that you must’ve bought in town during the day. His eyes trailed up your sleeping body, drinking in the little bits of silk and lace that framed your curves so well. Your hair splayed out across the pillow like a halo soaked in the Belobog moonlight, a sweet little angel that he wanted to tear apart and corrupt until you couldn’t remember anything but his name.

Instead, he reached over and shook your shoulder gently. “Darling? Were you waiting for me?”

You jumped up and rubbed your eyes, trying to adjust to the sudden darkness. There was still some light outside when you first crawled into bed. “Oh no…”

“What’s wrong?”

“I was going to surprise you when you got home, but I fell asleep. I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay. I stayed at work for several hours longer than usual.” He began to undress, which was always an ordeal, but this time he was grateful for all the buttons, pins, and buckles. Anything to distract him from your huge innocent eyes that would look even better with tears.

“Umm…so do you like it?”

He turned around quickly. “I do! You look amazing! Let me get this off and…”

Catching him by surprise, you climb off the bed and throw yourself around him. You worked off his buttons one-by-one before tossing his carefully tailored uniform into a messy heap on the ground. “Fuck me,” you breathed.

“I will, my love…”

“Like you mean it.” You tilted your head back to show off the healing bite marks. “I want another one of these.”

Oh.

“I thought I hurt you,” he argued. He kissed the bite marks tenderly even as his cock hardened in his underwear. “I don’t want to cause any more pain.”

“I liked it. I want more.” Your hands slid up his bare chest. “I know you’re always holding back. I won’t break, you know. Use me, please?”

Gepard’s hands curled into fists. Your gentle touches set his skin on fire, but he refused to let go of his restraint. A knight shouldn’t succumb to such desires. “You have no idea what I want to do to you. I’m a monster.”

You shook your head. “I want all of you. Besides, I could tell that you wanted more. I want to give you everything.”

“No,” he growled. He gently pushed you back until he held you at arms length. “I’ll tell you what I want. I want to tie you up and make you cum again and again until you beg for mercy. I want to watch you cry as I fuck you harder until you’re so broken that you can’t think of anything else but me. It’s terrible! I could never do that to you!”

You smiled and gave Gepard a kiss on the cheek. With a sway of your hips, you walk over to the bedside table to retrieve a silky rope that you place into his hands. “Silvermane.”

“What?”

“That’s my safe word. Do your worst.”

And that’s how you ended up trussed up in a heap on the bed, ass up as Gepard thrusted into you from behind. He insisted on going down on you for the first orgasm of the night, but after that, with a little bit of persuading, he chased his own pleasure unceasingly. What surprised you the most was the filth that spilled from his mouth, and how his words sent shivers down your spine. You could cum from his voice alone.

“My darling, you bruise so beautifully. Let me have more…” He slammed in to the hilt and bit down where your neck met your shoulder, eliciting another blinding orgasm. He had lost track of how many times you had cum, and honestly, he didn’t care. What mattered was that you kept making those desperate whines, and stayed nice and obedient for him. He pulled out swiftly to bring his fingers to your clit to keep the stimulation going. “Give me another…”

“I can’t…please, it’s too much…” You screamed as another orgasm swept through you. “Master, no more…”

Gepard’s eyes widened at the title. “Are you flattering me so that I’ll stop? I won’t stop until I’ve had my fill.”

“I can’t…”

He paused for a second and flipped you over so that your eyes met. He placed a kiss on the new bite and whispered “Do you need your safe word?”

You grinned weakly. “I still have some fight.”

“Good girl,” he purred, and you melted under his touch. “Now I think you lied to me about how you couldn’t cum again.”

Your eyes widened. “Master, please…”

“Your sweet talk won’t protect you, my love. Now, how should I begin…?”

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“I want to be in control today.”

Childe raised an eyebrow at you. “Is that so?”

You scrambled off the bed and brought back the silk scarves that the two of you used in bed. However, this time you held them instead of him. “I’m going to tie you up and you have to do exactly what I say.” Your eyes sparkled, and Childe snorted, which elicited an indignant huff.

“You? In charge?” he laughed and held out his hands. “Sure. Have at it, girlie.”

“You don’t think I can do it?” you pouted.

“Oh, I don’t doubt you.” He leaned in close and placed his hand around your neck, fingers tightening just enough to remind you of how easily you could submit to him. “I just think I can do it better.”

You glowered at him. “Fine. Be that way.” You took the silks and wrapped them carefully around his wrists, just like the way he always did to you. The stupid smirk on his face reminded you that he could easily escape, but you were pleased that he would at least indulge you just this once. You pushed him up and tied his hands to the headboard. “There. Now don’t move or I’ll punish you.”

Childe bit his lip, but his eyes betrayed the laugh he was trying to suppress. “Okay, girlie. Do your worst.”

You ignored the laugh and went straight for his belt. Your fingers shook just a little as he watched you, but you squared your shoulders, put on your best poker face, and finished with his pants. He was still wearing his work attire, and you realized too late that you wouldn’t be able to remove his shirt without untying him, so you settled for undoing his buttons one-by-one until you could see the harness that you so thoroughly enjoyed. A shiver ran down your spine at the memory of being trussed up with the rich leather.

“Are you done yet? I’m starting to get bored here…” Childe smirked again.

You glared at him.

If he could hold his hands up in surrender, he would. “Okay, okay. I’ll be good.”

You started pumping your hand up and down his shaft, putting your thumb just under the head in the way you knew he liked best. It took a few seconds before his breath started to hitch, and his thighs tensed, but he still had that stupid superior smile on his face. You pressed a couple kitten licks to the tip of his cock, and that earned a hum of appreciation.

“Shit…” he groaned. “Do that again.”

“What’s the magic word?” you sang.

He laughed softly. “Please? Ah…fuck…”

You swallowed his length deep, pleased with the way he asked so nicely, even if it did take a reminder. You tried to recall all the little tricks he used on you, but you quickly realized that those were all things that wouldn’t fit your style, and that wouldn’t do. Instead, you decided to simply climb up his body and sit down on his cock in one smooth motion.

Childe threw his head back against the headboard. “You’re full of surprises,” he groaned.

You giggled and set a punishing pace. The feeling of power lit a fire under your skin, and kept you going until you were certain Childe was going to tear the restraints apart and remind you of who actually was in charge. Your fingers bit into his shoulders, anything to ground yourself to keep yourself from orgasm. You weren’t about to cum before him. Your pride wouldn’t allow it.

“Fuck girlie…I’m going to…”

You immediately pulled yourself off his cock and shifted in his lap so you could rub against his shaft without taking him fully. You grinned wickedly. “No way. I’m still having fun.”

“Archons, I swear…”

“Don’t worry. I’ll give you a show.” You backed up a bit so your hands had space to tease your cunt. When you finally met Childe’s gaze, his pupils were blown wide with lust, and his fingers twisted in the restraints. You plunged two fingers in deep and let out of wild moan. “Are you watching?” you purred.

“Gods, of course I am…fuck, just let me touch you…”

“I’m in charge, remember?” You let your other hand graze against your clit. You were far closer than you thought, and a small part of you wanted to cum and then leave him high and dry, but you still wanted the feeling of his seed dripping out of your body. “Keep your eyes on me,” you whispered. You worked your clit while continually thrusting your fingers into your cunt. Eventually, the act became less of a show and more of a competition with yourself to see how long you could last under Childe’s unrelenting gaze. “I’m so close…”

“Cum, girlie.”

You cried out in pleasure as you slammed back down onto his cock right as your orgasm struck. Your walls flexed and clenched around him as your slick squirted all over his groin. You trembled for a second, reacting to the harsh aftershocks, before you felt Childe flip you over violently, so hard that you bounced when your back hit the mattress. The silky scarf was still bound around one of Childe’s wrists. You had no idea how he managed to slip out of the restraint without tearing the fabric, and in your current state, you didn’t have the cognition to puzzle it out.

“My sweet girl, so fucked out…did you really think you could win?” Childe purred. He bit your neck hard, a contrast to his soothing words. His voice dripped with perverse promises. “Let me show you how it’s done.”

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“I know I can do this.”

Zhongli blinked at you. He was intimidating in his half-dragon form, but somehow managed to look cute and owlish as he regarded your statement. He took your hand and wove your fingers between his gold-tipped claws. “No. I won’t put you through that.”

“It’s my body,” you protest. You lifted yourself off his cock, the mood effectively ruined by the sudden tense discussion. The two of you had been debating the topic for months. Zhongli desired adepti children, but insisted your body was too fragile to rear divine beings. Even with his own godly blessing, he couldn’t guarantee your safety during the pregnancy. “I talked to Doctor Baizhu. He said that it was risky but would most likely be safe if we took all the right precautions.”

Zhongli glared at you. “You visited the doctor?”

You stuck out your chin. “I can do what I want.”

“It’s not that.” He sighed and pulled you tight against him. Faint golden light emitted from the tattoos on his shoulders and chest, and he hummed with power. At first, he wouldn’t let you see his dragon side, worried that you would be overwhelmed and afraid, but now, you preferred him this way. Uninhibited and powerful.

Besides, his horns were easy to grab when he fucked you a little too rough.

“Conceiving a child with a human, even if you survive, could take an incredible toll on your body. The doctor may have remedies to ease your pain, but after you give birth, we don’t know how you’ll recover. Your womb would be torn to pieces by a child with horns and claws, and their wings could get stuck in your cervix during delivery and kill you.”

“What about eggs?” you ask quickly. Yesterday, Doctor Baizhu explained that adepti had several ways of siring children, and one of them included clutching depending on their original form. It wasn’t a stretch to assume Zhongli could do so.

Zhongli sighed. “I see you’ve done your research. In theory, it is less risky, but the eggs are very large, and you’d have to incubate them for several months. Towards the end, you will be bedridden and very weak, and there is still the risk of tearing and internal bleeding. I could heal you, but there is always a chance of permanent damage.”

“There’s always going to be a chance of permanent damage, even if I conceive a child with another human.” You perched on his chest to gaze into his amber eyes, so full of love and concern. You knew from the look on his face that he was starting to understand your logic, but fear overshadowed your words. “I want this, Zhongli. Let me give you the children you’ve always wanted.”

“I…I will consult the doctor tomorrow.”

You were making dinner in the kitchen when Zhongli finally came home, later than usual. He held a brown paper bag in one hand, and upon further inspection, you could see the Bubu Pharmacy stamp on the front.

You dashed up to him, eyes sparkling with hope. “What did he say?”

Zhongli placed the bag down before giving you a kiss on the top of the head. “Thank you for making dinner, my love. Let’s eat. We have much to discuss.”

You flew back to the stove, hurriedly shoveling stir fry onto two plates and placed them on the table, resisting the urge to tear open the bag to see it’s contents. Zhongli was as composed as ever. He placed his suit jacket behind his seat, and took his time to roll up his sleeves, revealing his toned forearms. When he caught you staring, he gave you a mysterious wink. “Oh my, you’re in a mood tonight.”

“I want to know,” you pouted. “What’s in the bag?”

“A few gifts from the doctor.” Zhongli took a bite of your cooking and hummed appreciatively. “Excellent, my dear. As always.”

You glared at him. “Are you going to tell me?”

He let you stew in silence for a minute as he enjoyed his meal. You could tell that he was amused by your behavior with his quirked lip and amber glint in his eyes. “Painkillers and an aphrodisiac,” he finally said.

Hope sparked in your chest. “What did he say?!”

“He said that he was almost completely certain you would survive the pregnancy and delivery, but there could be some irreparable damage. He has the medical expertise to help with recovery, but there’s still a risk.”

“There’s always going to be a risk,” you said firmly.

“I know, my dear.” Instead of cleaning off the table per usual, Zhongli stood and offered you his hand. “Let’s move this discussion elsewhere. As much as I enjoy your cooking, this is not the place for our talk.”

When you took his hand, Zhongli flashed one of his mysterious smiles before lifting you into his arms, bridal-style, and carting you off to the bedroom. You already felt the heat pool low in your belly. Tiny scales began to creep up Zhongli’s neck, and you immediately leaned up to lick them.

“Patience,” he growled. In a rare show of primal dominance, Zhongli threw you onto the bed. By now, his horns were growing, and the scales spread to his cheeks.

“You will do exactly as I say. If you cannot listen, then we will not go through with this. Do you understand?”

You nodded.

“Excellent.” He rummaged through the bag and pulled out a flask of colorless liquid and a jar with eight pills. “Take one of the pills now before we start to pre-medicate for the pain. The liquid is the aphrodisiac, which is entirely your choice, but I think it would be wise to take it. This will be very intense, and I would like for you to be as comfortable as possible.”

You did exactly as he said. The aphrodisiac tingled your throat as you swallowed, and you already felt the lingering heat in your mouth. You had no idea how quickly the aphrodisiac would kick in, but knowing Doctor Baizhu’s proficiency with medicine, it would only be a matter of minutes. Even so, your thighs were already dripping with slick, and every time you breathed, you felt your swollen breasts strain against your dress. His archon form already had you hot and panting.

“I will take care to prepare you before planting my eggs in your womb. Regardless, they are much larger than your cervix opening, and you’ll have to stretch to accommodate them, hence, the painkillers. I will place between three and five eggs in you before fertilizing them with my own seed. At that point, you will be pregnant. Do you have any questions?”

You frowned at him. “Fuck me?”

He sighed. “My impatient lover knows no shame.”

“I’ve been patient,” you pouted. In a show of defiance, you tried to wrestle yourself out of your dress, but Zhongli stopped you, and pushed you flat on your back.

“Enough,” he growled. He hiked up your skirt, pulled down your panties, and plunged two fingers into your cunt. “Behave.” He used his other hand to pinch your sensitive nub and you screamed.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered. You knew that he’d keep you on edge for hours if you didn’t apologize, and you knew the effects of the aphrodisiac would kick in at any minute. Edging could wait for another time. In fact, it was one of Zhongli’s favorite activities in bed, but your mind was focused intently on the breeding. Everything else could come later. “Please take me. I’ll listen. What do you want me to do?”

“Stay like this. I’ll get you nice and prepared.” He slid up your body to reach the laces on your dress, working apart each knot carefully until the flimsy fabric came undone. His fingers morphed into claws, but he still handled the strings with the dexterity of his human hands. “Beautiful. I wonder…” He gently raked a claw against your nipple and you let out a strangled scream.

“Please, please, breed me…” An electric current ran under your skin, and everything felt too hot, as if you had spent too long outside in the heat of the summer. A generous gush of slick soaked your thighs and started to seep into the sheets. For some reason, you wanted to cry. It was unfair that Zhongli could hold your pleasure from you. All you needed was release and his brood deep in your womb. “I can’t take this…”

“The aphrodisiac worked fast,” he hummed. “It seems more psychological than physical, although you are quite swollen down here.” He rubbed the side of his talon against your clit.

Apparently that was all it took. You let out another burst of slick as the most intense orgasm you’d ever had ripped through your body. The aftershocks traveled all the way down to the tips of your toes, and Zhongli had to keep one hand on your chest to keep you from jolting upward from the pleasure.

“Hush, darling. We don’t need all of Liyue to hear you.”

You blushed. You had no idea you were still screaming. You reverted back to the pretty begging. “I’m ready now. Please, make me pregnant…”

“As you wish.” Zhongli stepped back to rid himself of the rest of his clothing. You could see the pointed geo tattoos spiral across his chest until they bled into the black of his forearms. His horns were now fully grown, and he looked every bit like the archon that delivered Liyue from countless monsters and imprisoned gods. He positioned his generous cock at your entrance. “You might be ready, but I wish to indulge myself in your body before giving you what you want. Just wait a little while longer.” He set a punishing pace, and just a few seconds of thrusting put you on the edge of cumming again. Your hands reached up to grip onto anything solid, and you ended up settling in his corded forearms, scratching hard enough to break the skin if not for his protective scales.

“I’m going to cum again…”

“Don’t hold back,” he coaxed. “Give me everything tonight.”

This time, your orgasm blinded you. Tremors expanded out from your cunt and through your limbs. Tears leaked from the corners of your eyes as you let out a silent scream. Zhongli’s eyes gleamed with pride. “It’s coming,” he warned.

A deep pain shot through the base of your spine, as you felt your womb expand to accommodate the first egg. You couldn’t imagine what it’d be like to tolerate the breeding without the painkillers, as you cried and screamed and begged for it to be over. As the egg worked past your cervix, you watched the way it distended your abdomen just a little bit. Zhongli warned you that the eggs would grow over time, but one was just large enough now that you could see the tiniest bump.

“It hurts!”

“It’s almost through,” he cooed. As soon as the pressure relieved, Zhongli pressed another claw to your clit. “Cum again, now!”

He repeated the cycle four more times, making you tolerate the pain before sending another orgasm to clear your mind of the intense ordeal. By the time he implanted the last egg, your throat was scratchy and dry, and your body completely spent. A few specks of blood dotted the sheets in addition to the copious amounts of fluids you released in the short span of time. Zhongli gathered you into his arms and sat you down gently on his cock once more. “I need to fertilize the eggs. I promise I’ll go slowly.”

This time, he made love to you tenderly, as he bounced you up and down on his lap. His lips sought out your own for sweet kisses, and his clawed hands held your hips delicately as he lifted you repeatedly. After a moment, he paused to look deep into your eyes. “My sweet mate, I will protect you and our children until the end of time.”

Your eyes widened. “Are you…?”

“Cum with me, my love. Show me that you’re worthy of bearing the children of a god.”

One final orgasm released through you, this time soft and sweet. Zhongli’s hot seed filled you to the brim, and he kept you seated to the hilt, as if he was waiting for you to take. This was not the first time he came inside you, but he had never filled you so full or held you so tightly. “Are you okay?” he finally asked.

“Y-You called me your mate. You told me dragons mate for life. Is this…” Your words fell off. You couldn’t bring yourself to say what was on your mind in case he told you otherwise. You knew he loved you, but a lowly human could never be a god’s companion. Not with your lifespan and fragile disposition.

“Ah yes, I was planning on asking you something before we did this, but you were so eager, I found it hard to refuse.” He tipped up your head to meet his eyes, and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. “I want you to be my mate. Now that I’ve bred you with my offspring, your body is changing. Of course, I can revert the process, but you are becoming divine. Perhaps not a god, but you’re adopting some Adeptal qualities. You can stand by my side forever. Ponder on it, my dear. I don’t need your answer now.”

You curled up in his arms and traced the tattoos on his chest. “Will I become immortal?”

“If you desire.”

“And I will be yours forever?”

“Yes.”

You smiled, as joy spread from your chest to the tips of your toes. “I don’t have to think about it.”

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You laid flat on your back, plastered to the comfy sheets of Jing Yuan’s bed as he leisurely pulled apart the silky knots that adorned your body. You hardly registered his deft hands. Instead, you still vibrated with the shadows of aftershocks. Your lover had plunged you into orgasm after orgasm, and after a while of the pleasurable torment, the time melted into an ocean of bliss where you could hardly differentiate between his body and your own. His hand brushed your thigh and you yelped.

“Shh, my dear. Come back to me.” Jing Yuan’s voice soothed your aching nerves. He lifted your hand to his lips before wrapping a blanket around his waist and setting off towards the sitting room located in his private quarters in the Luofu.

“Wait!” you called. Panic set in quickly.

“I’m still here,” he replied. “I’m just calling for tea to sooth you before bed.”

You didn’t hear the last part. You scrambled to sit up in bed and run to him, tears filling your eyes, but you ended up tangled in one of his embroidered blankets. “Where are you going?!”

“My love?” He rushed to your side as you thrashed in his blanket. “I’m still here.” He was going to leave you alone just for a second to call for tea and run a bath like he always did, but something was especially wrong today. Tonight was particularly intense, he already knew that, but he had no idea you were so far gone that you couldn’t stand the thought of being left alone. He wrapped you tightly in his arms. “Don’t be afraid. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m sorry, I was just so scared…” You shamefully tried to wipe your tears away, but Jing Yuan took your hand and squeezed it tight.

“It looks like you need a little extra care tonight.” He hoisted you up in a bridal carry and made off to the bathroom. He somehow managed to start running the tub with you in his arms, but he wasn’t about to let go. Not while there were still tears rolling down. He busied himself with filling the bath with scented oils and lighting candles until he heard a bell chime from the door to his living quarters. “I need to fetch the tea. Can I put you down for a few seconds?”

You nodded.

He placed you in the steaming water and dropped a kiss on the top of your head. “I won’t be far.”

In the few seconds he was gone, you found yourself crying again, ashamed for being so needy. The sex was intense, but nothing out of the ordinary. You considered using your safe word once, but Jing Yuan, ever the attentive partner, noticed your distress and slowed down for a minute until you were ready. You had no idea why you were breaking down now. In an effort to stave off the emotion, you dipped your head into the water.

You were only there for a few seconds before you felt firm hands pull you above the surface. “Are you okay?!” Jing Yuan’s voice was laced with concern.

“I-I’m okay…” You shivered when he climbed into the bath and pulled you against his chest. “I shouldn’t be crying…”

“Don’t be ashamed. I pushed you today. I’m so proud of you, my love. Tomorrow we will talk about everything, but tonight I will focus on caring for you.”

You stayed silent for a moment, biting back the apologies and self-doubt that threatened to spill from your mouth. You knew that Jing Yuan would listen to you, regardless of whether or not you starting babbling about your insecurities, but you couldn’t believe you actually started crying. In all the time you two were together, from when he took your virginity to when he decided to indulge in his darker fantasies, you never cried during aftercare. Crying in pleasure, yes, but never afterwards. “I liked it, I really did! I don’t know what’s wrong with me…”

“There is nothing wrong with you,” he said firmly. He tilted your head to give you a sweet kiss. “Tomorrow, I will make love to you, so gently that you know you’re safe with me. We can work up to that level of intensity again. I promise I’ll take care of you. Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

“Good. Now rest. I will stay by your side.”

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It had been a few weeks since you’d be taken in by the Kamisato clan after escaping an abusive home life. You were still yet to see the master of the house, but you spent every day with Thoma. He checked on you regularly to make sure you were adjusting to the rapid change in your life. You realized a little too late that your tiny crush on the chief retainer had grown into a full blown infatuation, and no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself that it was because he rescued you, you still felt yourself pining for him. Every time your fingers accidentally touched, or when he had to lean past you for something, your heart pounded and your face burst into flames. Still, it seemed as if he didn’t notice, or if he did, he didn’t say anything.

You were ready to retire for the night after finishing the last of your chores when you realized that you had forgotten a single basket of laundry. It sat in the corner, taunting you. You knew you should get to it before bed, but your bones ached from the day’s labor, and surely the water was too cold to properly clean. Instead, you headed towards Thoma’s room to inform him of your small mistake, and that you’d get to it tomorrow. Surely he wouldn’t mind.

You knocked softly before simply opening the door. After all, he said you were always welcome, and you even slept in his room a few times when the nightmares became too much to handle. “Thoma, I…”

Thoma laid on the ground in a most compromising position, while an elegant and regal man loomed over him, their lips locked in a needy but soft kiss. Thoma’s black shirt was hiked up just high enough so you could see the ridges of his body, toned from hard labor, and prominent hip bones that lead to a very telling bulge in his pants. When you observed the room, you noticed a white suit jacket sitting in a heap on the ground, but you could still see the motif emblazoned on the back.

Kamisato Ayato was finally home.

Thoma jumped when the door opened, but Ayato simply pouted. “Ah, you must be the new maid. Allow me to apologize for meeting you in this…unprofessional state. I didn’t think that anyone would come to Thoma’s room at this hour.”

“I’m sorry!” you sputtered, quickly turning tail and running back into the hallway. You could cry or scream or get your feelings out in some way once you got back to your room. You heard Thoma call your name from down the hallway, but you couldn’t face him at the moment. Not until you had enough time to process.

“Wait!”

A warm hand grabbed your own. It was unfair that Thoma was so much faster and taller than you, especially when you were trying your best to get away before your emotions spilled over. You took a deep breath. “Thoma, I should go…”

“I know, but…” Face red with embarrassment, he glanced away, but still wouldn’t let go of your hand. “Listen…”

“You have impeccable taste in women,” Ayato drawled. At some point, he managed to sneak up behind you and place his hands on your waist. His long fingers traced circles against your dress, and you would’ve found the situation incredibly hot if you didn’t have one of Inazuma’s most powerful men standing behind you after you caught him kissing his retainer. Ayato drew his lips to your ear. “Thoma has been talking about you ever since I got home. Even as I touched him, I could tell his thoughts were on someone else. I admit, I was a little jealous, but now, I think I understand. You are exquisite.”

“I’m sorry for interrupting, milord. I’ll be on my way…”

His grip tightened slightly. “Hmm, what do you think, Thoma? She’s so scared, and I’d hate for her to go back to her chambers without soothing her nerves. Should we bring this little one back to bed?”

“That’s not my choice to make, milord!” Thoma laughed nervously. “I guess the truth is out. Oh gods, I hope you don’t think I’m a pervert or something. It’s just…I haven’t seen a woman as beautiful as you in a long time. I wish you didn’t have to find out like this…”

“Enough of this,” Ayato said softly. He pinched your chin and tilted your head so he could look you in the eye. His lips hovered just over yours, and you could see the adorable beauty mark at the corner of his mouth. “I grow impatient. I would advise moving this situation to the bedroom before another servant stumbles upon us. I don’t think I could deal with the rumors.”

“Please come with us,” Thoma implored.

Fuck it.

“Okay,” you said, and let the two men lead you back.

With nowhere else to sit but Thoma’s bed, you opted to stand awkwardly in the middle of the room as Ayato’s unwavering eyes raked up and down your body. On the other hand, Thoma shifted his weight from side-to-side until he finally rushed up to your side and gripped your hands tight. “Are you okay? Can I do anything for you? I can put the tea on…”

Ayato’s low chuckle cut through Thoma’s babbling. He lounged back on the bed. “Surely you know how to talk to a woman.” Ayato raised a gloved hand your direction and beckoned you to come closer, his gaze oozing sin and promise. “Sit with me, darling. Let me get to know you.”

“Umm, okay.” You walked towards the bed, intent on sitting on a spot beside him, but Ayato grabbed your hand and pulled you directly onto his lap, arranging you so that your legs were spread around his, and that his hands held you up straight and tall. Even with the floor length servants robes, you’d never felt more exposed. “Milord, what are you doing?” you asked.

Ayato appeared to ignore you. “Thoma, come here,” he prompted. His fingers found the strings on your robes and carefully pulled out the meticulous knots. “Help me with her clothes.”

His eyes widened. “I’m not sure if we should be doing this.”

Ayato sighed and pressed you closer into his body. His hand wandered up to wrap around your neck and he squeezed just hard enough to remind you of his strength. “My dear Thoma, you are my most loyal servant. Is it not fitting for me to reward you? What kind of master would I be if I didn’t let you indulge in the most recent subject of your desire? That is, if she agrees.” His lips moved to your neck, leaving the ghost of a kiss before nipping playfully. “Will you let him have you?”

Your eyes focused on Thoma’s face, but he wouldn’t meet your eyes. He was as red as the coat he usually wore, and his fingers fidgeted with the tassels at his waist. When Thoma first rescued you, you immediately noticed his cute boyish features, and as that affection grew, you realized you’d never seen anyone so adorable. Lost in thought, you didn’t notice as Ayato tightened his grip on your neck. “Thoma!” you cried.

“Why, calling his name while my hands are on your body. I don’t know if I should feel offended or if I should be happy for my closest friend and servant.” He laughed darkly and turned his gaze to Thoma. “Come here. Help me with her clothes.”

“I don’t know…”

“I want this,” you said, your voice quiet but firm. “I-I really like you, but I don’t want to get in the way of you and Lord Kamisato…”

“Get in the way?” Ayato reached for the strings of your robes and began working the knots apart with deft fingers. Underneath the robes, you wore simple undergarments, far from seductive, but Thoma’s throat bobbed and he aggressively looked away again. Ayato’s hands wandered to your breasts. “I’m not home often, and I worry about Thoma. He looks after the estate until I come home, but who looks after him? I suppose that job must fall to you now. You can start tonight.”

You blushed brightly. “Milord, I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what to do.”

“Is that so?” he mused. “Well, we must teach you. Come here, Thoma. I won’t ask again. If you choose to stand there, then I’ll take her all for myself.”

“…yes, milord.” Thoma took your hands and pulled you off Ayato’s lap. He slowly pulled layers of heavy clothing off your body until you stood before him in nothing but your panties, burning the sight of your body into his memory for later. He placed you back on Ayato’s lap. “There. How are you feeling?”

“I feel good.” You shifted in Ayato’s lap, startled by the his hardened arousal as it rubbed against your ass. The man behind you hissed in pleasure.

“Sit still,” he commanded and bit down on the shell of your ear. His fingers roamed down to slip just past the waistband of your panties. “Tell me. Would you like Thoma to touch you first? I can be patient.”

“I-I want…” You glanced back at Thoma, proud and embarrassed to see the growing bulge in his pants. For the first time tonight, you were actually able to study him. The rose blush that tinted his cheeks only added to his boyish features, and his eyes were full of adoration and yearning for both for you and Ayato. Before you could think any better of it, you said “I want you to watch me.”

Thoma’s eyes widened. “You don’t have to. I’ll help you.”

You shook your head. “You’ve been so good to me. Let me do this for you.”

“Oh, I like you,” Ayato purred. “Hang on, darling.” He pushed your panties to the side and dragged a finger up your entrance and straight to your clit. You jumped at the sudden sensation. You had touched yourself before and knew all your sweet spots, but being before these two men heightened your arousal tenfold. Ayato pushed a single finger inside and you moaned, your fingers biting into the flesh of his lean thighs.

“You’re going to bleed. We must prepare you. After all, Thoma will be a tight fit.”

“Milord!”

You could tell that Ayato enjoyed taunting his retainer, possibly even more so than the actual sex. Even if you were just some form of elaborate foreplay for the two of them, you still felt privileged to be a part of their arrangement. It felt like getting a peak into their private lives, the kind of people they actually were and not just their professional personas. You yelped when he added a second finger. “Please go slow. It hurts…”

“As you wish.” He took his time stretching you out, all the while keeping eye contact with Thoma. He crooked his fingers forward, digging into the walls of your cunt, and you cried out in pleasure. “Look at her,” Ayato drawled. “So beautiful and obedient, just like you. I think she deserves to be spoiled. Do you want a taste?”

“You don’t have to,” you protested weakly. You thrashed in Ayato’s arms when he bit down on your collarbone. “I-I mean it!”

Thoma glanced at his lord, as if asking for permission. Ayato gave an almost imperceptible nod, and Thoma knelt before you reverently, the same way you imagined that he greeted his master, and slowly slid off the last of your clothing. He took a moment to lick the slick off the inside of your thighs before covering your clit with his tongue and licking a stripe over your entire entrance. You cried out and gripped Ayato tighter.

“You’re in for a treat,” Ayato purred. “He’s so good with men and women. “

Men and women? You stored the comment away for later. You couldn’t help but feel a stab of jealousy when Ayato commented on their sexual history, but you didn’t want to let that one remark ruin your night. Besides, the way Thoma commanded your body stole your entire focus. It was only a matter of minutes before you felt a knot tighten in your stomach.

“Cum for us,” Ayato whispered. His fingers pulled at your nipples and he let them snap back, eliciting another moan. Thoma gently bit down on your clit and you fell apart, crying out and trembling in Ayato’s arms. The man behind you dug his hands into your waist to keep you from falling, all the while a wicked grin spread across his face.

The night was just beginning.

You felt a set of strong arms lift you onto the bed as the aftershocks coursed through your body like fire in your veins. Off to the side, you could hear the rustle of clothes falling to the floor, and the sound reawakened the arousal that you thought was already satisfied. Thoma joined you and pulled you against his now bare chest. “Are you okay?” he asked. He placed soft kisses on the top of your head and held you tight. You nodded and buried your face into him upon noticing Ayato’s state of undress. He was completely naked, and leisurely rubbing his proud cock, which he then posed before your entrance. “Are you ready, my dear? I’ll be gentle.”

“Wait!” You wriggled up to look at Thoma, who was still half-dressed. His hard arousal poked at your backside. “What about you? Do you want me to…you know…”

Thoma laughed darkly and bit down on your neck, just hard enough to leave a mark. Your heart stuttered at his primal display. You never thought you’d ever see this side of him. “Shouldn’t you be serving the master of the house?” he growled.

“Why are you being so strict? She just started working here. Tonight can be a very thorough training.” Ayato shifted you just out of the way so he could reach into Thoma’s pants. His cock sprang free, and Ayato pumped him firmly enough for Thoma to let out a quiet moan. “She can serve both of us, I think.” He lifted you up by the waist and settled you over Thoma’s cock, just so that the head poked at your cunt to promise more sinful things to come. “Now are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Milord…” Thoma protested. Still, he settled his hands over your hips.

“It’s clear she likes you much more than I. You should be her first.”

You blushed deeply and shamefully. “Thoma rescued me, sir. He’s been nothing but kind and patient. I think I was attracted to his kindness. I don’t want to show favoritism!”

“Mmm, I wouldn’t worry.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, oddly devoid of lust, and simply a sweet gesture. “He’s my favorite too. Now let Thoma take you.”

You nodded once, and that was all the encouragement Ayato needed. He started slow, easing you onto Thoma, but the moment you stretched to accommodate him, he pushed you down firmly and you screamed. The pain ripped through your stomach, and you clawed at Ayato’s arms, seeking purchase to ground yourself. Thoma’s lips traced your shoulder. “Good girl,” he whispered.

“I must say, I’m enjoying the view.” Ayato’s hands wandered downward, dancing across sensitive skin until he found your swollen nub. “Let’s get you ready. I know you can take both of us.”

Both?

“What do you mean?” you gasped as Thoma shifted inside you. The question was lost when he started carefully bouncing you on his lap, his strong arms moving your body effortlessly. The pain quickly melted into a pleasant tension, which then transformed into full blown ecstasy when Ayato worked your clit with his talented fingers. “Please, please!” you babbled, unsure of what you wanted. You desperately wanted another orgasm, but neither man had finished once, and you wanted to return the favor. “I want…I want…”

Thoma laughed lowly and bit down on your ear. “I don’t think you know what you want.” Despite his teasing words, Thoma’s chest heaved and his fingers burned bruises into the flesh of your hips.

“I think we should show her,” Ayato drawled. He pushed you flush against Thoma and positioned himself against your entrance, the blunt head of his cock rubbing up against Thoma. To his credit, the other man stopped thrusting and waited patiently for his master to ease in next to him.

You mewled as you stretched painfully around the second intrusion. “Please, wait!”

“It will hurt less if I push all the way in.”

“I’ve got you,” Thoma mumbled against your neck. “You’re so beautiful. Everything I’ve ever imagined…”

Despite the pain, you beamed at the praise as Ayato bottomed out deep inside. The stretch became more tolerable as your body adjusted, and the delicious pleasure returned in waves. Both men searched your face for discomfort. “Move, please,” you pleaded.

They took a quick and practiced pace, a song and dance they had indulged in many times. The moment one of them pulled out, the other pushed in immediately to take his place, keeping you constantly filled even as they slid in and out. The knot in your belly tightened. Thoma was close. You could feel the way his thrusts stuttered and his breaths heaved. Ayato, although slightly more composed, maintained his air of lofty nobility and control, even though a sheen of sweat covered his brow. The master of the house leaned down to bite your lip before kissing you softly. “You know, you were the only thing Thoma talked about from the moment I got home. Imagine my surprise when I took him, your name spilling from his lips…”

Thoma gasped, but was far past the point of embarrassment. Instead, he grabbed one of your tits harshly and said “I couldn’t help myself. I fantasized about you for days.” Despite his dirty confession, you still heard his usual boyish tone, adorable even as he dominated your body. “You’re just so cute.”

“I must agree.” A sultry groan cut off the rest of Ayato’s words, and you could tell he was close by the way his abs flexed and his forearms tensed as his hands gripped your thighs. “Cum for us,” he whispered.

On command, the knot in your stomach burst. You moaned, screamed, cried, as your orgasm washed over you, leaving your body trembling. A searing sensation bloomed deep in your core as Ayato and Thoma came inside, their seed seeping out and dripping across your thighs.

You fell limp against Thoma’s chest. “Thoma…”

He tilted your face up to finally meet your lips in a kiss. “How was that? Did we satisfy you?”

“I would say we have.” Ayato kissed your forehead once before turning to Thoma to kiss him as well. “Hold her. I’ll call a servant to prepare the bathhouse for us and to change the sheets.”

“I can do that, milord!” Thoma moved to push you onto Ayato’s lap, but the lord of the house was already getting off the bed.

“Allow me. She looks so peaceful in your arms. Hold her until she settles.”

You felt yourself drifting into sleep, but Thoma pinched your cheek and grinned, his charm and playfulness surfacing again. “Not now. We need to bathe. Besides, milord has extended us the courtesy of calling servants for us when we’re simple servants ourselves. Let’s be respectful.”

You heard his words but hardly registered their meaning. Instead, a cold fist closed around your heart as you processed the night, starting from when you walked in on the master until now. Thoma didn’t care for you, not the same way you did for him. He and Ayato had each other. You must’ve been something fun, something different…

Thoma frowned. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but let’s talk about it later, okay? Forget your worries and let us take care of you.”

You swallowed and pushed back tears. “Okay.”

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You managed to avoid Thoma and Ayato for the next few days. The master was easier to evade, as he was always out or in his study, even though he retired to his rooms at night. The housekeeper was a different story altogether. He kept trying to find excuses to talk to you or to work alongside you, filling your workdays with endless inane chatter in an attempt to fill the void between the two of you. He never followed you to your rooms in the evenings, but you could feel his stiff glare at your back every time you turned away.

Tonight, you were not so lucky.

“Hey!” Thoma caught up to you on your way down the hall. “Can we talk about what happened? Please?”

As soon as his hand touched your shoulder, the tears spilled over. “What is there to talk about?”

Thoma balked at the sight of your face. “Umm, let’s go to my room. We can have some privacy there.”

You shook your head. If you went to Thoma’s room, you were sure you’d do something that you’d regret later. “My room,” you insisted.

“Okay.” He padded alongside you, and you thought of a million things to say, entire conversations rehearsed in your mind over and over again, but nothing felt right. You collapsed onto your bed, and Thoma once again paced around in circles.

“I…”

“I…”

Silence.

“Y-You start,” Thoma said shakily.

You bit you lip and suddenly the words spilled over in a fountain of emotion. “That was just a one time thing, right? You and Master Ayato, I see the way you look at each other. The sex…it was really nice, but I know it was just something to change things up. I don’t mind though! What you two have…”

“It’s not like that!” Thoma grabbed your shoulders and knelt down before you, eliciting memories from the night in question. “That’s what I wanted to tell you! Milord wanted me to give you space, but I couldn’t take it anymore! I love Ayato so much, but I care for you as well. He says we can do as we want, as long as we keep our relationship quiet from the other servants. And…as long as he can have you too.”

“Have either of you taken lovers like this before?” you asked, more insecurity bleeding into your tone.

He fidgeted uncomfortably. “A few times, but they were never more than one time flings.” He sighed, gripped your hands, and brought them to his lips. “Please give me a chance. I swear, I really do like you. I know it’s not a conventional relationship, so if it’s not what you want…”

“I want you, Thoma. I don’t even know the master.” You wanted to pull your hands away but found you didn’t have the self-restraint to stay back. His large hands covered your own, and even on his knees, he took up so much space in your tiny room.

“Then…how about you spend some time with him? He’s home for a few weeks. He’ll treat you well, I promise.”

“And I can back out at any time?”

Thoma beamed at you, eyes full of hope. “Of course! We can take it slow and if it’s not for you, that’s okay. Let’s go right now! Ayato is probably in his rooms and we can talk things through with him…”

“Wait!” You leaned forward and pressed your forehead to his. “I want you to kiss me.”

Thoma grinned wickedly. He pulled you into a bridal carry and carted you down the hallway leading to Ayato’s rooms. He whispered in your ear. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you all the kisses you want. But I want him to watch us.”

You shivered involuntarily, recalling the way Ayato’s eyes burned when he drank in the sight of your body. You knew precious little about the master, but you knew enough about Thoma to feel confident in Ayato’s character. Also, the rest of the servants spoke highly of him. Even so, you buried your face in Thoma’s shirt until you made it into Ayato’s simple but luxurious quarters.

“Look who it is,” a silken voice purred. Ayato sat on his bed, dressed in a robe that fell to the floor, but the collar was open, showing off the smooth expanse of his chest.

“Milord,” you whispered.

“Call me Ayato when we’re alone. I’m assuming you accepted our offer?”

You nodded. Ayato smirked knowingly, but Thoma glowed like the morning’s first ray of sunshine, his adorable smile on full display as he placed you on Ayato’s bed. The other man took your arm and pulled you into his lap.

“So many possibilities,” Ayato mused. “Tell me, what do you want, my dear?”

You glanced back at Thoma, who laughed quietly.  The retainer crawled over you, cupped your face in his hands, and met your lips with a searing kiss. His tongue probed at your mouth until you finally let him in, and then he completely devoured you until you were a panting mess in their arms. When you broke apart, Thoma grinned again, this time at his lord.

“Beautiful,” Ayato drawled. He stole a kiss, this time from Thoma, before quickly pulling your clothes off. You laid in between the two of them, completely bare, as your body pulsed with need. “I think you’ll service me tonight,” Ayato said. “Thoma will teach you.”

“She’s a quick study. You’ll be pleased.”

You preened under Thoma’s praise. “I’m here to serve, master.”

“Hmm, I take that back. I like the sound of my title coming from your lips.” Ayato gently pushed you down so your face was level with his groin, and gestures for Thoma to settle next to you. “Teach her,” he instructed.

“As you wish, master.”

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Kaeya watched you from across the room as you tended to the bar in the Angel’s Share. You were new, he had only seen you for the past month, and it amused him to see you fumble around behind the counter trying to reorganize and clean up for the night. Diluc had already locked the door and was stalking around in the back, but he still hadn’t kicked Kaeya out. Not yet anyway.

He could see why Diluc liked you, or at least he assumed Diluc liked you, based on the stolen glances and moody frowns. You attended to your job quickly and dutifully, and blushed shyly whenever he came to talk to you. Diluc had always been a sucker for cute women. He put on his best suave smile and sauntered up to the bar.

“Can I bother you for one more drink, love? I pay well.”

His wink sent your spiraling. “Umm, okay.” You knew very little of Diluc’s relationship with the Calvary captain, except that he allowed him to stay until they had cleaned up for the night, after which he ejected Kaeya in a scathing way. Your hands shook slightly as you crafted his usual order, shrinking into yourself as Kaeya leaned over the counter. He placed his hands over yours.

“What’s the rush?”

“Oh, uh…nothing. I’m just eager to go home.” You couldn’t really tell him that his presence intimidated you, nor that his attractive smile made you a little weak in the knees.

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Do you have someone waiting for you?”

“Well no, but it’s been a long day.”

“Hmm, then allow me.” Kaeya climbed over the bar, rummaged through the liquor cabinet, and began mixing a drink with the deft precision of an experienced bartender. You wondered why he even bothered paying someone else to serve him, until he took the drinks in one hand, and offered his other to you. “Sit with me. I’ve been told that I’m fine company.”

“I still have to clean…” you protested weakly.

“It won’t kill my brother if you’re a tad bit disorganized tomorrow evening. Besides, everything looks good to me.” He took your arm and guided you over to an empty table.

“Your brother?!” you asked incredulously.

“Adoptive brother,” he clarified. “Not by blood.”

“Oh.” You tucked that information away for later and moved to sit on the other end of the table.

“Don’t be a stranger,” Kaeya purred. He tugged you into his lap so that you were perched on one of his knees, legs in between his. “We see each other almost every night.”

“I don’t think this is appropriate. At least, not when I’m still on the clock…”

“Oh? The bar is closed and no one’s watching. It won’t hurt to have a little bit of fun.” He raised a glass to your lips.

“Kaeya, get out.”

You almost choked on your drink. You tried to hurry to your feet, but Kaeya held you down. “Master Diluc!” you sputtered.

Diluc waved his hand. He looked remarkable dressed down in a simple short sleeve button down, hair tied up in a high ponytail. “I’m not going to reprimand you for Kaeya’s poor behavior. I heard your whole conversation.”

“Is that jealousy I hear?” Kaeya teased. He traced a freezing hand against your cheek. “You had so long to make a move. Too bad I’m the one who swept her off her feet.”

Diluc ignored his comment and went back to stocking the bar. “Leave, or at least have the decency to go upstairs.”

Kaeya nipped at your ear. “Come on, love. Let’s show him what he’s missing out on.” One hand drifted up your leg until it settled at your hip. You were all too aware that you were wearing a short dress today, which was accentuated even more by the fact you were sitting on someone’s knee.

“Master Diluc…” you whispered.

“Is he bothering you? I can kick him out by force if need be.”

“I-I…please…” You jumped when Kaeya’s hand slipped under your skirt. “Wait!”

Kaeya paused, but didn’t remove his hand. “What is it?”

You looked back desperately at Diluc, unsure if you were asking for permission or a firm command to go home. Diluc rolled his eyes and went back into the wine cellar, groaning all the way down the stairs.

“I suppose that’s good enough,” Kaeya remarked. His talented fingers danced across your inner thigh. “May I?”

“Y-Yes.” You bit back a whine as Kaeya slipped a hand into your panties and prodded at your arousal. His fingers slid across your entrance, which quickly started leaking, and this time, a tiny moan escaped your lips. When he worked his fingers inside, you let out a cry.

“So beautiful,” Kaeya crooned. “Tell me, have you ever done this before.”

“Yes, but…ngh…never this good…” His thumb worked at your clit. A fire stoked on your belly as your cunt gushed around Kaeya’s hand. Your hands wrinkled the front of his shirt. He worked your cunt effortlessly until you were a moaning mess in his arms. “Captain, I’m gonna…”

“Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.”

The knot snapped in your stomach, and you keened, coming and pulsing around Kaeya’s fingers. White streaked across your vision, and you forgot where you were until you heard heavy footsteps coming back up from the cellar and the clinking of bottles back behind the bar. You instantly blushed scarlet and hid your face into Kaeya’s chest.

“Juvenile,” Diluc scoffed. He strode over, pulled you out of Kaeya’s arms and set your ass down on one of the tables. “You should let a real man take care of you.”

“As if you could do any better,” Kaeya bit back, miffed that you were suddenly removed from his lap. He didn’t bother hiding the erection in his tight leather pants.

“I know I can do better.” Diluc flipped your skirt up and kissed all the way up from your knee to your thigh, until he reached the hem of your panties. “Can I show you?”

You nodded quickly and Kaeya laughed. “He doesn’t need the ego boost. Diluc’s already insufferable as is.”

“Shut it,” Diluc growled. He tore your panties off and tossed them somewhere on the freshly cleaned floor. You moved to shield yourself from his gaze, but his iron grip held your knees immobile. “Don’t hide.”

“Such a brute,” Kaeya purred.

“The last thing I need to hear at a time like this is your voice.” And without any further words, Diluc ate you out like a man possessed. The sensitivity from the previous orgasm accentuated the current stimulation, and you were ready to cum the moment his tongue touched your clit. Lost in your pleasure, you hardly noticed when Kaeya’s hands moved to the strings on your bodice and slowly pulled them apart. He unlaced the corset and tugged down your dress collar, exposing you to his hungry eyes. “Lovely,” he breathed.

“I’m so…” You yelped when Diluc’s tongue made another pass over your clit. He worked two fingers in your cunt. “Please!”

“Cum, darling. Let go.” Kaeya blew a whisper of icy wind over your nipples, and you fell apart on Diluc’s mouth, this orgasm ripping through your body with the enhanced vigor of overstimulation. You shook violently, and it took their firm hands to keep you balanced.

Diluc wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. “You taste incredible.”

“Good thing I got her warmed up for you. It would’ve taken you longer to get her to cum without it.”

“I’m sure I would’ve managed just fine,” Diluc replied dryly. “Now, can we take this somewhere else? The tavern is hardly an accommodating setting.” He pulled you to your feet and fixed your corset. “Let’s go to my place. He can go home.”

Kaeya glared at him. “My place is closer, and we were having a lovely time before you interrupted us.”

They glared at each other for a little while longer, until you kissed them both. “My place probably isn’t as fancy as yours, but both of you are welcome there. Can you boys share for the night?”

If looks could kill, all of you would be dead in an instant.

“Fine,” they said.

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“Are you sure about this?” Childe cradled your face in his hands. “I know you’ve wanted this for a while, but it’ll be intense and I could seriously hurt you.”

You grinned. “I know you like seeing me a little beat up.”

“This is different than giving you a bruise or cut…”

“I know. I trust you.” You pecked him on the lips and took a few steps back, waiting for him to give you the first command.

He sighed, but that did nothing to hide the tent in his pants. The two of you had talked about this fantasy extensively, but Childe still had his reservations, despite how much he wanted it as well. “What’s your safe word, girlie?”

“Riptide.”

He nodded and tossed his inhibitions aside. “Strip.”

You purred in delight and you couldn’t get your clothes off fast enough. The moment you shed every last piece of fabric, long tendrils of pure water attacked your limbs and strung you up tight, until you hung suspended just above the floor.

Childe paced around you, eyes blown wide with lust. “So helpless. I love it when you’re at my mercy.”

You giggled. “The water’s cold.”

“There’s not much I can do about that, but I know I can warm you up.” His lips found a dusty pink nipple, sucked hard, and released it with a pop. “Perfect.”

“Please…” you moaned. He moved to your other breast as his fingers wandered down. He slapped your clit hard. “Ajax!”

His heart pounded. You only ever called him by his real name when you were alone. For a moment, a familiar fantasy floated through his mind. You, back in Snezhnaya, welcoming him home with a warm smile, the aroma of food wafting through the door, children clinging onto your legs…

Of course, the fun part had to come first.

“Are you ready?” he warned.

You nodded.

“I need words.”

“Yes, I want more.”

He smirked and gave you a quick peck on the lips. “Good girl.” Another velvet stream of water wound up your leg and teased at your entrance, solid but rippling, a completely foreign sensation that sent you reeling. The end eased its way into your cunt.

“Cold,” you whispered.

“Let me know if you start getting too cold.” At some point, Childe had shed his clothing until he was in nothing but tight black boxer briefs. His vision sat on the bedside table, but he still commanded the water with a deft precision that came from hours of intense training. The tentacle curled impossibly deeper. It pushed against your cervix insistently as another wrapped around your tits, tightening just enough for you to feel the tiniest bit of pain.

“I want…ngh!” You thrashed as another water tendril pushed against your ass.

“Focus, my love. Finish your request.”

“I want to…suck your cock…” As soon as you finished your sentence, the tentacle entered you and you screamed, unused to the feeling of both holes being used at once. “Ajax, please, I want your cock…”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Your watery restraints lowered you down just enough so you were level with his hips, and you felt them pulled you up until you were suspended above the ground. He pulled his dick out of his boxers and rubbed the tip against your lips. “Say ahhh.”

He thrust in, and you let out another muffled cry when a third tentacle slipped inside next to the one in your cunt. You hung there, completely powerless, as you choked on his length and took his tentacles without mercy. You were almost ready to cum when he paused and pulled himself out of your mouth.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Archons, yes!”

“You know what to do. Scratch me three times if it becomes too much.” He thrust back into your mouth, and placed both hands on the water restraints. His fingers cracked with lightning.

“You are mine,” he snarled, and released the electro.

You screamed again as the shock traveled all over your body and you came instantly, releasing fluids that dripped onto the bedroom floor.

“Good,” Childe hummed. “Again!”

The second jolt ripped through you, slightly stronger than the first, and your heightened sensitivity sent your barreling into another orgasm. At this point, you were limp in the suspensions, too fucked out to hold yourself up, but you kept trying to service him, to prove that you were a devoted partner. Childe carded his fingers through your hair lovingly.

“Can you give me one more?” he cooed. “Just one?”

You considered scratching him, but you steeled your nerves. He hadn’t come once. You met his eyes and nodded.

“My good girl, my perfect slave,” he praised. His hands reached again for the water. “Take it!”

The last shock made your vision go white, and you felt a gush of warm cum fill your mouth as you creamed all over his tentacles. The aftershocks pulsed through your body, keeping you trembling even as Childe took you out of the water and held you in his arms. He purred sweet words of praise into your ear and you held on for dear life, waiting for the intense sensations to pass. After a minute, you fell into a boneless lump in his lap.

“Wow,” you whispered.

He laughed softly. “You did so well. Is anything hurting?”

You shook your head. “My ass is a little sore, but nothing unusual.”

You saw him visibly relax. “I’ll run a bath, and then you’re going straight to bed. Your body needs rest.”

“Only if you’ll join me,” you teased.

“Of course.” He carried you to the bathroom and set you down on the counter before filling the tub. “You know, I’ve been thinking about something.”

“You? Thinking?”

“Haha, very funny.” He dripped a few drops of bath oil into the tub before laying you in it. “When I go back to Snezhnaya, I want you to go with me.”

Your eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

“I want you to meet my family and see my hometown. I think it’s time for, you know…”

“The next step,” you finished.

“…yeah.”

You held out your arms, an invitation for Childe to join you. The two of you settled comfortably in the bath before you kissed him softly. In his arms, you felt safe, like all would be right as long as you were together.

He felt like home.

“I would love that.”

Chapter Text

Around the time Arlan consumed his sixth drink, he realized he shouldn’t have had the first. Or the second. In fact, he probably should’ve gone to bed early like usual, ready to wake up at 5am to do his workout before patrol. He shouldn’t have let Asta talk him into attending her stifling party. Apparently he looked so miserable that Asta kept putting drinks in his hands, and now he could assume that he only looked even more depressed as the hours passed.

Hours?

He wasn’t sure anymore.

However, Arlan was sure that you had been staring at him all night, out of concern or amusement, he had no idea. A quiet voice in his head reminded him that you shouldn’t see him like this, upset and sleepy in a corner of a busy party, but he didn’t have the energy or the courage to tell Asta he was going to leave early. She would know the moment he walked out the door. So instead, he tried his best to avoid glancing in your direction every few seconds, and to keep his blushing to a minimum.

That plan went out the window when you sat down next to him. “You look terrible,” you teased.

Arlan blinked. He was used to your teasing, ninety-nine percent sure that you were flirting, but that one percent kept him from saying anything back. You were smart, confident, stupidly beautiful…and he was just…

“Arlan?” you called. “Are you in there?”

He buried his face in his hands. “I’m sorry, I’m so drunk right now…”

You laughed. “I figured.” You gently took his half full cup away and replaced it with your own. “Electrolyte drink mix. It’s got some stuff in it to ease the hangover too. That’s all you’re going to be drinking for the rest of the night, okay?”

He nodded before taking a gulp. “I’m sorry…”

“What for? Everyone gets to relax sometimes.”

“But so many people depend on me!”

“And you can’t help them if you’re falling apart.” You scooted a closer, hoping to put an arm around his shoulders for a little hug. To your surprise, Arlan dropped his forehead onto your shoulder and groaned.

“You must think I’m a mess.”

“A cute mess,” you laughed back. It wasn’t the first time you called him cute, but you immediately recognized that your own state of mild inebriation loosened your tongue. “Hey, say the word and we’ll go. I’ll bring you back to your room and you can finally get some sleep.”

“Umm…I have an idea.”

“Yeah?”

He quickly downed the rest of his drink. “Follow me.”

Arlan led you through the space station, quick and sure on his feet despite the numerous drinks. He knew every inch of the place. You wound through corridors and up a few flights of stairs until you realized that you were inside a part of the station you’d never been to before. He kept leading you higher, far above the regular common spaces, until you reached a glorious room completely made of glass, which must’ve been located at the very end of the entire station. With Arlan’s encouragement, you took a tentative step on the transparent floor.

“Wow,” you whispered.

“Not many people get to come here so it’s sorta my little secret. I-I’ve always wanted to show you.”

You soaked in the sight. Naturally, you weren’t a stranger to the stars, being a researcher on one of the most famous space stations in the galaxy, but being in this room reawakened your inner child, the one that yearned for new discoveries and adventures. Celestial bodies glimmered and winked under your feet and rose to surround the two of you, enveloping your bodies in the gentle light of the stars. You could reach out and touch the majesty, and even though you were thousands of miles away, that didn’t stop you from trying. Your hands brushed against the glass, but only lingered there a moment before Arlan took your hands in his own and kissed your fingertips.

You blushed furiously. “Arlan, you’re drunk.”

“…I know.”

“I don’t want to do this.”

“Oh.” Arlan withdrew, his usual shy self coming back full force, and you wanted to cry. You wanted to throw your arms around him and kiss him until the metaphorical sun rose, but you couldn’t. Not now.

“I really like you,” you confessed. “I don’t want our first…whatever this is, to be a drunken memory. I want to be present.”

Arlan nodded. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be. Umm, how about this? Ten PM tomorrow. Meet me at my room and we’ll come back. Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” Arlan grumbled, pacing in front of your door. He showed up at ten o’clock sharp, torn between wanting to be considerate and looking desperate. He knew that you would open the door and be happy to see him, but his nagging insecurities made him wonder if this was some sort of elaborate joke from Asta, that the two of you were simply going to laugh at him from the other side. He doubted he could deal with the embarrassment.

“Arlan, I can hear you out there!” you called. “You’re wearing holes into the floor.”

Arlan immediately stopped pacing and hid his face in his hands. “Sorry…”

“The door’s open. Come in!”

He tentatively stepped in, and was greeted by a pillow flying into his face. “What was that for?!” he demanded, shoving the offending weapon under his arm.

You giggled, and stuffed a duffel bag with fluffy supplies. “We’re going to your little secret place, right? The room’s made of glass. It’s not that comfortable. I’m bringing pillows and blankets.”

Arlan blushed. He never thought of the room as uncomfortable, just a place to sit and ponder his thoughts. Pillows and blankets implied…other things. “I-I wasn’t expecting…”

“Not like that!” You tossed the full bag at him, but this time Arlan was ready. He caught it deftly and slung the bag over his shoulder. “I do want to cuddle though, if that’s alright?”

Cuddling. He could do cuddling. “Y-Yeah I’d like that.”

“Good. Because you’re carrying all this.”

The two of you made your way back to Arlan’s favorite place. You remembered practically nothing of the route to get there, as you were too enthralled by Arlan to take notes on location. Halfway through, Arlan took your hand, blushing all the while, and led you the rest of the way there.

“You know, you can hold my hand if you want to.”

“I know! I’ve…I guess I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.”

“You’ve fantasized about holding my hand?”

“It’s not what you think!” He frantically started laying out blankets, eager for his hands to do anything. He had to admit that, although beautiful, the cold distance of the stars became muted by your presence, no longer the most breathtaking object in the room. The infinite majesty no longer appealed to him when everything he wanted was right in front of him, tangible, not separated by thick panes of glass. “I just really like you.”

You laughed, striding up to him and pushing the rest of the blankets out of his arms. Your thumb traced the corner of his bottom lip. “I really like you too.”

Arlan tilted your chin and gave you a quick peck on the lips, so light you felt his grip on your arms more than his kiss. Then, as if he regretted it, he suddenly threaded his fingers through your hair and kissed you hard, pulling your body flush against his. You stumbled at his quick movements, and the two of you tumbled into the blankets. Somehow, Arlan managed to turn your bodies so he landed flat on his back, and you were cradled safely in his arms.

“Sorry!” he sputtered.

You laughed again and kissed him back. “Was that your idea of being smooth?”

“Sort of…”

“Arlan…” You kissed him again, first his lips, then his forehead, then his nose, and then snuggled into his chest. His heart beat like a bird’s, rapid and erratic, and you knew he was trying his best not to breathe too deeply lest you felt uncomfortable. “I love you for who you are. Don’t change.”

She loves me.

It wasn’t the first time you said you loved him, but there was always some sort of context, like when he brought you food or made up an excuse so you wouldn’t get in trouble. Every time, his heart fluttered and he squashed it to keep himself from getting his hopes up. However, this time, he let the words soak over him like a warm bath, savored every syllable like a chocolatey cup of coffee. “I-I love you too.”

You grinned. “I know.”

“Can I…kiss you more?”

“You know, you don’t have to ask…oof!” Your words left you as Arlan flipped you over so he was hovering above you. His intense eyes bore into you, laced with hunger and want. You rarely saw him like this, consumed by his own emotions and devoid of his usual shyness. He talked to you before about how he was afraid of his anger, knowing that he was rather susceptible to outbursts and moody episodes, but seeing him without restraint ignited a fire in your belly. “I think you want more than kissing.”

“Yes, but only if you want to! I didn’t bring you here to…you know…”

“I want to,” you said fiercely. To demonstrate your sincerity, you started tugging at the buttons on his elaborate uniform. It took you a minute, but you managed to get his jacket off, revealing a smooth black tank top underneath. Arlan was insecure about his body, information you already knew, so you ran your fingers over his arms, traveling up to his chest and down to his stomach, feeling every inch of lean muscle, and lines of raised scar tissue. You slipped your fingers under the hem of his shirt, but he grabbed your hands.

“Wait! I’m sort of covered in scars. It’s not really that attractive.” Arlan shrunk into himself and looked away.

“I don’t mind your scars. Look.” You pulled off your own shirt, leaving you in a lacy powder pink bra that you selected specifically for tonight. Arlan kept his eyes glued to the floor until you took his hand and ran it over your belly so he could feel an old scar. The scar stretched the entire span of your stomach, running vertically from your hip to the bottom of your breast, a memento from a Fragmentum monster attack. Your memory flashed back to when you laid bleeding out on the floor as waves of monsters laid waste to your lab. As you lost consciousness, you remembered strong arms carrying you away from danger and a flash of messy gray hair. When you woke in the infirmary, Arlan was sitting at your side. “Remember this? It’s how we met after all. Do you think I’m any less beautiful for this?”

“Of course not!”

“I feel the same way. Don’t hide from me.” You tried to take off his shirt again, and this time, he acquiesced, revealing dark skin twisted by pale raised lines and pinched holes where stitches had dug in before healing. Arlan really was covered in scars, and a few of them almost brought tears to your eyes. You traced a particularly deep one located right next to his heart.

“Bullet,” he explained, taking your hand and kissing your fingertips. “I was very lucky.”

“You should change professions,” you said softly.

“You know I couldn’t.” His hands reached for the button on your pants. “May I?”

You nodded and he carefully peeled the rest of your clothes off, tossing them in a pile somewhere in the room. Much to your surprise, he kissed and nipped down the length of your body, taking great care to give your breasts and scar extra attention, until he settled between your legs. “I’ve never done this before. I mean, I’ve touched myself, but nothing like this! I-I still want to try something.”

“You don’t have to…mmm…” Your protest fell off your lips the moment Arlan covered your clit with his mouth. Having no experience yourself, you had no idea if he ate you out expertly, but the stimulation alone sent you into toe-curling bliss. He eased a couple fingers into your pulsing cunt, and you bucked your hips, but strong hands kept you pinned to the floor. “Arlan!”

He paused. “Does it feel nice?”

“Gods, yes…please, I want more!” You could feel his faint smile before he continued his ministrations, changing his movements based on your reactions. Arlan was observant, something that you, as a researcher, always admired, and those skills came into play here and he helped you fall into orgasm. “I’m cumming!”

He drew out your orgasm until you had to grab his hands to stop the overstimulation. A breathless giggle escaped your lips when you pulled him to pepper kisses all over his face. “That was so hot.”

He blushed again. “I’m glad.”

“My turn.” You fumbled at his belt for a moment until you were able to completely undress him. His length stood tall and proud, even though its owner appeared anxious, and you wrapped a hand around him, quite pleased to feel that you could barely cover him. He moaned when you placed your thumb under his pink tip and rubbed at the prominent vein. “I want you,” you pleaded.

“If it’s to much…”

“Oh shut up and fuck me.”

Arlan laughed breathlessly and pushed in slowly, studying every micro expression to make sure you were comfortable. He moved carefully and methodically, even as your started gasping for more. You buried your hands in his hair and kissed him roughly as you made your demands known, but he still took his time.

“Let me savor you,” he whispered, giving your a particularly deep thrust. “I want to see your face and know how lucky I am.”

You melted, but couldn’t help but tease him just a little. “Are you smooth talking me now?”

“No, I really mean it!”

“Hehe.” You gave him a subtle push. “Roll over and you can watch me.”

His eyes widened, an expression he quickly tried to hide, but you had already seen how his gaze devoured you with a renewed vigor. The moment he fell onto his back, you jumped on him, straddled his hips with your thighs, and sank onto him. “Watch me.”

Arlan’s breath hitched as you bounced on his lap, holding his hands to keep yourself from falling forward. Arlan leaned his head back, but kept his eyes glued on you, as his chest constricted and relaxed, lost in his pleasure. His eyes drank in everything from your bobbing tits to your tight stomach, and he burned the memory in his brain. The person he loved more than anyone was entirely his and his alone. Feeling how your movements became uneven and how your cunt squeezed even tighter, Arlan moved one of his hands to thumb over your clit.

“More, please! I’m so close…”

“Mine,” he growled, and pinched your clit hard.

You cried out as you came, and would’ve fallen onto his chest if he didn’t keep you upright. As your cunt constricted around him, Arlan came, filling you to the brim. Once the aftershocks settled, he crushed you to his chest, conscious of the sweet on his skin, but not coherent enough to care, and pressed gentle kisses to your hair.

“I love you,” he whispered, words like nectar on his lips. He doubted he could say it enough now that he finally found the courage to say it back after all this time.

“I love you too. I always have.” You laughed breathlessly and rolled over to keep the two of you from suffocating. His release dripped over the blankets, but that could be a problem for another time. Instead, you simply balled up that blanket, and replaced it for one of the million in your bag, before cuddling back up to Arlan’s side. “Hey, I was wondering something.”

“What is it?”

“When you went down on me, it felt really good, but you said you’d never done that before.”

“Oh gods…” Arlan hid his face in his hands. “I sorta…watched a video this morning. Like one of those tutorials, not…yeah…anyway, I didn’t expect anything! But I wanted to be prepared in case…in case, you know…p-please don’t judge me…”

You grinned wickedly. “Oh, I’m going to hold this against you forever!”

“Please no…” he groaned.

“I’m kidding!” You kissed him again and licked his nose playfully. “These silly things are one of the reasons I love you. Besides, I was the one who offered to meet you here with pillows and blankets. You could assume what I wanted.”

“And was it?”

“Was it what?”

“Everything you wanted?” He held his breath for the answer, and it took every ounce of your willpower to keep from teasing him again.

“Of course.” You looked around, eyeing the tremendous mess you made in a very short span of time. It was going to be a pain to clean. “So, do you think maintenance will find us or anything? I don’t want to move.”

“They shouldn’t. I’ve been coming here for years and I haven’t seen anyone.”

“Good. Let’s stay here until I decide we need a bath.” You curled up against him, head on his chest, as one of his arms wrapped around you and squeezed you tight. “So, who’s telling Asta because it’s not going to be me.”

Arlan groaned. “Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to. She’s going to ask me for all the juicy details. I’ll leave you to answer those questions.

“…fine.”

Chapter Text

You slogged through the rainforest with Tighnari, who kept a very quick pace. It was a refreshing change from how you usually had to wait for your patrol partners to catch up with you, and it seemed like Tighnari enjoyed the efficiency as well. The two of you were on a mission, and the sooner you could get home, the better. You covered a large amount of ground in a short period of time until Tighnari forced you to take a break for food and water.

“I think my hypothesis was wrong,” he remarked, poking at skewered mushrooms over the fire. “I’m starting to find evidence of something…bad.”

You noticed how his tail twitched and how his ears stood ramrod straight. “What’s wrong?” you asked.

“How much do you know about Withering Zones?”

You frowned. “As much as anyone else does.”

“Good. So you know that you can’t enter them. I sense one close by, a rather large one, and I’ll need to destroy the tumor by myself. I wouldn’t have brought you if I’d know about the danger. I apologize for putting you in this situation.”

You ignored the apology. “I’m not letting you go alone.”

“Unless you have a vision in your pocket, I don’t advise it.”

You shook your head and gestured to your newly restrung bow. “I’ve dealt with Withering Zones in the desert. I’ll stand outside the boundaries and pick off the monsters while they attack you. That way, you can focus on the tumors.”

Tighnari cocked his head. You were an outlier amongst the forest rangers, hardly able to graduate from the Akademiya, and an Eremites to boot. The other rangers stayed away from you, and you knew they gossiped behind your back, even if they were cordial to your face. However, Tighnari decided to take you in as a fledgling graduate. He never looked down on you, always taking care to respect your unique talents and traits. This time, you saw a newfound sense of awe, an admiration you’d never seen before. “You won’t be completely immune to its effects.”

“I’ll live.”

“Hmm, very well then. I trust your judgment, but please don’t die. You have no idea how much paperwork I’ll have to do.”

You flashed a smile. “Same goes for you. So how long do I have to prepare?”

“We’ll reach the area by nightfall. After that, we’ll make camp and then strike at dawn right after most of the nocturnal creatures have gone to sleep for the day. What is your opinion?”

“I think it’s good. I’m ready.”

The rest of the journey went by without a hitch, although your brain was starting to hurt from all of Tighnari’s lectures as you trekked. You couldn’t believe that one person could hold so much knowledge, and it was even harder to believe that you’d ever acquire that much knowledge in your entire life, let alone being as young as Tighnari. He could’ve easily become a sage, but you could understand why he wanted to leave the politics of the Akademiya. It was the same reason why you applied for the forest ranger job in the first place.

You quietly set up camp under the setting sun, and got to work setting up warning beacons while Tighnari attended to the cooking. The aroma of meat and mushrooms perfumed the air, and your mouth watered. Lunch was incredible, but you had a feeling you were in for a real treat.

“What are those?” Tighnari asked. He gestured to your beacons.

“They’re motion detectors. If anything crosses the boarders to our camp, it’ll let off an alarm. Usually it’s enough to scare animals or bandits away, but if not, it’ll wake us up for sure. Most of the Eremites carry them.”

“Clever. When we get back, will you teach me how to make them?”

You grinned, struggling to hide your pride. “Of course. Now what did you make?”

Tighnari shrugged. “Nothing special.” He gestured for you to sit by the fire and offered you a meat and mushroom skewer, grilled and seasoned to perfection. Every bite bursted with juicy flavor.

“Archons, this is good.” You pulled a flask out of your backpack and took a swig. Good food called for harra fruit wine. Right before you took another drink, you saw Tighnari glaring at you.

“Why are you drinking before a fight?” he sighed.

“It’s a pre-battle ritual. Takes the edge off, and I swear it makes my aim better.” You offered him the flask. “Want some?”

Surprisingly, he took the flask, but didn’t drink. Instead he simply swirled the wine and watched you. He found that he couldn’t get enough of you, from your blunt mannerisms to your many talents. It was a refreshing change of pace. “Why did you choose to leave the Eremites and come to the Akademiya?”

You shrugged. “I was tired of living like that. Always on the run. And I wanted to make some money for my family.”

“Interesting. I was always intrigued by your character. You have a tenacity that many others do not. I admire it.”

You smirked. “Enough to let me drink before a fight?”

“Fuck it,” he groaned and took a deep gulp of the wine. His nose wrinkled at the spice, and you remembered that he didn’t tolerate heavily spiced food well. Still, he took another swig before giving it back. “The fur is standing up,” he commented.

You laughed, finally at ease in his company. “It’s good, huh?”

“It is, although my nose is quite sensitive.”

“It’ll give you the energy you need for tomorrow.” The two of you fell into an easy banter as the sun set, relaxing with stories and wine. At some point, you had to break out the second bottle, just around the time conversation started melting into teasing and then into flirting. Somehow, you ended up snuggled against Tighnari, absentmindedly stroking his tail.

“Your fur’s all matted,” you commented.

“I have a special wax in my bag. I suppose I should take care of that.” He fumbled for his backpack, but you beat him to it. Tighnari was an adorable clumsy drunk. You resisted the urge to poke at his ears when you reached over him.

“Where’s the wax?”

“Front pocket. Should be in a brown jar.”

You fumbled for the jar, more inebriated than you initially thought. “This it?”

“Yes.” He reached for the jar, but you snatched it back, a mischievous grin on your face.

“I want to do it.”

“Why?” he asked flatly.

“Your tail is so soft. I want to play with it.” You dipped your fingers into the jar. “May I?”

“…fine, but don’t get used to it.”

You wasted no time applying the wax to the tip of his tail and worked your way down, affectionately massaging through all his fur and into the skin underneath. Even through your drunken haze, you didn’t miss the way Tighnari sighed and leaned into your touch, the most relaxed you’d ever seen him. Your fingers reached the base of his tail and he shuddered.

“Sorry, did I squeeze too hard?”

“No, it’s just very sensitive.” His cheeks flushed pink and his ears went flat against his head. “Umm, I think that’s enough. Thank you.”

You smirked and put the wax aside, but instead of leaving him be, your hands wandered back to his tail. “It’s so soft.”

“Are we this familiar now?” Tighnari snapped. His tail flicked away, but he blushed even deeper, and aggressively put his arm around your shoulder. “Just…come here.”

You flopped against him and before you realized it, Tighnari was kissing you. Similar to everything else he did, he kissed methodically, but there was an underlying urgency, undoubtedly from the strong drink, that consumed him. He nipped your bottom lip with his fangs and you giggled.

“Should we move this to our tent?” you whispered.

“Let me put out the fire.” He playfully pushed you towards the tent. “Get nice and ready for me.”

You blew him a kiss and dipped into the tent, realizing that none of your supplies were set up. You quickly took out the bedrolls and lanterns, shed most of your clothing, and curled up into the soft furs. For a second, the thought “I’m going to fuck my boss” crossed your mind, but you perished the thought when Tighnari entered, sans his usual hoodie, and sat down next to you. He wore a tight black jumpsuit, waterproof by the looks of it, and it showed off his toned physique, usually hidden under layers of clothing. Occasionally, the forest rangers, especially the females, gossiped about his cute and feminine, looks, but what you saw put those rumors to rest. Corded muscle from years of hard work defined his shoulders and back, and you could smell a faint earthiness clinging to his skin.

You wasted no time running your hands over his chest. “I like this look on you,” you purred. “It’s very sexy.”

“Well you’re the only person who’s seen it in a long time.” He tied up his hair and sat down next to you, tilting your chin up for another kiss.

“How long has it been?”

“Hmm…” He traced his fingers down your collar, over your bra, and across your stomach, teasing at the edge of your panties. “Years. And the last person I was intimate with was a man.”

That caught you off guard. “Really?”

“Yes. This is was back when I was still at the Akademiya. When I had time for such things.”

You laughed. Tighnari was always running around, putting out literal and metaphorical fires every day. He probably didn’t even have the time to look at a person, let alone make a move on them. “I’m honored, Master Tighnari.”

He groaned. “Not you too.” He pushed you onto your back and kissed you hard, slipping his hand under the waistband of your panties and grabbing the supple flesh of your hip. “I’ve been attracted to you for months, ever since you proved yourself as a warrior and a scientist. Forgive me if I sound like a creep.”

For months? Perhaps it was the drink that led Tighnari to spilling his feelings, but the confession filled your chest with warmth. He did admire you. He respected you for who you were. “And here I thought you would never notice me.”

“You thought wrong.” He hooked his fingers around your panties. “May I?”

You nodded and he deftly slid them off, tossing them somewhere in your pile of camping supplies. Instead of touching you immediately, he took a few seconds to contemplate your mostly naked body. You blushed under his gaze, and moved to shield yourself from sight, but he placed a firm hand on your knee and pushed you open.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded.

“Umm, why?”

“I don’t know your body, so I don’t know what you like. Teach me.”

You grinned. “Now I think you really are a creep.” Still, your hands wandered down, and you dipped a couple fingers inside your warmth, pleasantly wet from the intense kissing. Tighnari’s eyes burned into your body, but that only spurred you on, knowing that someone you admired for so long was thoroughly infatuated with your show. Your other hand hovered over your clit, and when you closed your eyes, it was easy to imagine it was Tighnari’s fingers instead of yours.

“Tighnari,” you called softly. “Are you watching me?”

“Who else would I be watching?” He gently batted your fingers away and started working your clit. “Like this?”

“A little higher…ngh…” You threw your head back and cried out. He removed your other hand and thrust in his own fingers. You thrashed and gripped onto the bedrolls, but Tighnari kept your legs firmly open with his own, and continued attacking your cunt mercilessly.

“There should be…ahh yes.” Tighnari felt for a spongy spot in the front of your walls and hooked his fingers so he could dig in.

You vision went white and you came on the spot, feeling your slick squirt out all over his hand, undoubtedly soiling the bedrolls. His hands found your own, and he quietly held you until the tremors stopped. “Tighnari?” you called.

“Yes?”

“You have way too many clothes on.” You tugged at his loose pants, but he swatted your hand away.

“Give me a second, I was getting to that.” He quickly undressed, and you were immediately on him, stroking his length as a new fire burned within you. Your hand stopped when you reached the swollen base of his dick, and you examined it carefully.

“I have vulpine features, and a knot is one of them. If that bothers you…”

“Not at all.” You smiled at him and tightened your grip. “I’m excited to see how it feels.”

He grinned again, fangs on full display. “You’re in for a treat.” He pumped himself a couple times before lining up at your entrance. “I didn’t bring any contraceptives, so we’ll have to wait until we get back to take some. If you want to wait…”

“It’s okay. I should be safe.”

“Very well then.” He leaned in close and nipped at your ear. “Hang onto me.”

You cried out when he buried himself to the hilt, his fingers not quite preparing you enough for the thickness of his shaft. His knot teased your entrance, but even without pushing it in, Tighnari was more than enough to fill you.

“Archons, you’re tight…” he groaned. He thrusted slowly, taking the time to stretch you out, but it took all his self control not to simply cum on the spot like a juvenile fox. He focused on your face, twisted in ecstasy, remembering how lucky he was to find someone like you. Smart and strong with a beauty that took his breath away. “How does that feel?” he rasped.

“It feels good.” You grinned weakly. “But I know you can do better than that.”

He snorted a laugh. “You asked for it.” He propped your legs up on his lean hips and proceeded to pound into you with the strength and force of a wild animal. You threw your head back on the pillow and your hands scrambled to find purchase on anything. His cock hit all the right spots, and you could feel the tip knocking against your womb, as if demanding entrance. The sensation spread down your legs, into your spine, and your vision blurred until all you could see were flashes of dark green.

You bit your lip hard. “Fuck…Tighnari…”

“You can scream here. No one will hear us.”

You grinned mischievously. “Then make me.”

“I knew I liked you.” He flipped you over and pushed down on your back, putting you face down on the bedrolls, ass exposed to his luminous gaze. He pushed in slow and teased you with the edge of his knot. In the hopes he could make you scream, or at least make more than soft whimpers, he slapped your ass hard and started again.

You yelped. “Rude,” you teased.

“You know I’m not polite.” His claws raked against your waist, and even though he filed them down, they were still sharp enough to leave glaring red marks. He leaned over to kiss down the back of your neck and nipped playfully at your shoulder.

“Dammit, don’t leave too many marks,” you scolded breathlessly. “Everyone’s gonna see.”

“I don’t care.” He pushed more of his knot in, not all the way, but enough to stretch you out completely to accommodate him.

“Fuck…” you groaned. You tried your best to relax, but your cunt kept clenching down, trying to keep him inside.

“I want to knot you. Is that okay?”

“Archons, yes.”

Pulling out, Tighnari laid you on your back and kissed you sweetly. “Like this, my flower. We’ll be stuck together for some time.”

Your heart fluttered, and you reached up to rub one of his ears. “I’d like to be stuck with you just for a little bit.”

He laughed breathlessly and pushed back in. It only took him a couple more thrusts to feel his impending orgasm. “Fuck, I’m gonna…”

“I want you,” you pleaded. “Knot me…please!”

Tighnari forced his knot inside as he came, stretching you completely and demanding your own orgasm. The knot inflated fully as he filled you with his seed, and all the while, he pressed kisses against your face and held you close. “My perfect flower, so good to me…”

You giggled, even though you were still latched onto his knot and flooded with his cum. “I never thought you could be so sweet.”

“I’ve…liked you for a very long time,” he admitted, quiet but firm in his confession.

You blushed. “Honestly, I didn’t think you’d notice me. I sorta thought I was a charity case.”

He shook his head and kissed you again, this time passionately and rushed, like you could slip away, even though you were very literally stuck together. “Not at all. We’re very lucky to have you. Don’t forget that.”

You beamed, your playful and carefree facade fading for just a second. In that moment, you found the courage to express your desires. “Hey, do you want to try the dating thing? You don’t have to answer now, but I’m offering. If you need time to think about it, that’s okay.”

Tighnari shook his head and rolled the two of you over so you laid side-by-side. He pulled you into his chest and his heart pounded with joy. “I don’t have to think about it.”

Chapter Text

“She’s a very young Foxian girl, not even in her first century. Her entire family died when Phantlyia attacked. She has nowhere else to go.”

Himeko swirled her tea, contemplating Jing Yuan’s offer. “You know, the Express is getting a little full. Poor Dan Heng has to sleep in the archives. What makes you think that she’ll have a better life on the Express than on the Luofu?”

Jing Yuan sighed. “Truthfully, I would have the Cloud Knights take her in, but the Express would be the best fit for her. She has the heart of an adventurer, and needs a change of scenery. Consider it. Of course, you’re under no obligation to accept.”

“Hmm, let me talk to Welt. I’ll let you know by tomorrow.”

The glory of the stars cast glimmering beams of light through the parlor car and over your body, as you basked under the large window. Even after spending a couple weeks adjusting in your new home, you wandered out of March’s room every night to meditate. You enjoyed the bubbly girl’s company, but sharing a room with her could get a little stifling, and you needed the solitude. Especially with the abrupt change in pace. Everyone knew of your nightly routine, but no one bothered you, always respectful of your privacy.

However, tonight was different. You quickly turned around from your spot on the parlor car’s floor when you heard soft footsteps padding your way, tail flicking in alarm. You expected to see March coming to check on you, or Stelle prowling for a midnight snack, but instead, Dan Heng approached you, a worn leather box in hand.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked.

You looked away out of respect and your ears went flat. “Imbibitor Lunae.”

He shook his head. “Here, I’m just Dan Heng. That’s the only person I want to be.”

“Uhh, sorry…so, why are you out here? It’s really late.”

“I couldn’t sleep either.” Dan Heng sat down next to you and held out the old box. Although aged, you could tell it was a set of Celestial Jade tiles. “Do you play?” he asked.

“I haven’t in a while, but I think I remember the rules.”

“Good. I might need a reminder.” The two of you sorted out the pieces in silence. Although hundreds of questions burned on your tongue, you couldn’t find the courage to speak up in front of a controversial legend. Not to mention one that was so attractive…

“Your move.”

You blinked. “What?”

He gestured to the pieces.

“Oh, sorry.” You blushed deeply and grabbed a new tile. “So…are you excited about our next trip?”

Dan Heng laughed and took the tile you discarded. “You know, you don’t have to make conversation if you don’t want to. I’m happy to play in silence and just enjoy your company.”

You frowned. “I’m not good at this kind of socializing thing. I never made any friends unless people like March came around to butt into my life.”

“Yeah, she’s good at that.” His eyes sparkled and the tension broke.

Every night after, the two of you rendezvoused in the parlor car as soon as the entire train tucked in for the night. Eventually, the two of you started to put the game aside earlier and earlier in the night until Dan Heng didn’t even bother bringing it. Instead, he started arriving with food and drink snuck from the kitchen, and the two of you spent your time telling stories and stargazing. You weren’t sure when the talking turned into flirting, or when the flirting turned into cuddling, but you felt yourself falling deeper and deeper into this mysterious man. Of course, the moment anyone (especially Stelle) came out searching for a snack, you jumped apart, blushing and apologizing. You figured March and Stelle were too dense to make any assumptions, and if Welt and Himeko noticed, they were sensitive enough to keep quiet. But that also meant neither of you had to confront any feelings. Affection was only given at night, and then completely devoid during the day.

Those thoughts swirled in your mind as you walked through the Herta Space Station, on your way to fetch something for Asta that you knew in name only and not in function or appearance. You made the long trek to the security room and walked up to the first guard you saw.

“Hi, umm, Asta sent me to get something? Some sort of computing module? She said that she’d sent a message ahead of time.”

“Oh yeah, I can get that for you.” The guard walked to the back and wheeled out a giant cart, muscles flexing from the strain. The cart carried an assortment of computer parts, none of which you could identify, and definitely weighed at least two hundred pounds. If the burly guard was struggling, you had no chance of bringing that back all the way to central control.

Your eyes went wide. “How am I supposed to move that?!”

The guard shrugged. “I can help if you want. Besides, it’s not in my nature to ignore a pretty woman in need.”

Your ears twitched and you blushed bright pink. “Oh, umm…thank you…”

He grinned. “Don’t mention it.” The two of you started managed to maneuver it out of the security office and started the long journey back to Asta.

“I’ve never seen you around before. Are you new to the space station?”

“I’m from the Express. It’s my first time visiting.” Your tail flicked nervously and you prayed that this man had never been around other Foxians before. Combined with your blush, your body language betrayed your feelings in an instant. You couldn’t deny that you enjoyed the attention. The man flirted openly, but politely, and the cute compliments sent you reeling.

“I know I’m being forward, but are you seeing anyone? Someone as beautiful as you must have someone in their life.”

You thoughts flashed back to Dan Heng. “No, not right now,” you replied.

He beamed. “Well, if it’s alright with you, then I think we should hang out sometime. How long will you be here?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure…”

“We won’t be here much longer.”

You turned around towards the familiar voice. Dan Heng stalked up to you and placed a warm hand on the small of your back. When you looked at his face, you noticed his horns were on full display and his eyes glowed with all the intimidating power of a Vidyadhara High Elder.

“Wow, umm, you look…serious,” you said. He never showed his true appearance in front of strangers.

The guard smiled broadly. “I think I know you! You’re Dan Heng, another passenger on the Express, right?” He held out his hand to shake, but Dan Heng simply took the cart from both of you.

“There’s no need to help. I can escort my friend.”

Your ears went flat. “Dan Heng…”

But he was already off, pushing the cart like it weighed no more than a kitten.

You smiled apologetically at the guard, thanked him profusely, and chased after your friend.

“That was rude,” you snapped. No one shook hands on the Luofu, but you knew enough about etiquette to feel insulted on his behalf.

“How long have you been seeing him?” Dan Heng asked. His horns and ears disappeared.

“I haven’t been? He was just being polite!”

He grunted and brooded silently until you finished your job. Asta, ever the bubbly soul, hugged you both, ordered coffee to be sent to the Express, and ran off to yell at some of her subordinates. The moment she left, Dan Heng seized your hand and dragged you off to a more secluded part of the station.

“I…how about you meet me in my room tonight? Instead of out in the parlor car like usual.”

Your heart raced and you prayed his super senses couldn’t hear it. “You mean the data bank?” you teased.

“You share a room with March.”

“…fine.”

Your extra shiny tail swished as you knocked on the data bank’s door. You’d spent way too long brushing it (not like you expected anything) and even longer scrubbing your entire body clean (still not expecting anything), but you figured you could at least extend the courtesy of having especially good hygiene. Besides, if he didn’t make a move, you decided to do it for yourself. Even if you got rejected, it was worth at least trying.

“Come in,” he called. Dan Heng sat at the computer, hastily wrapping up another entry. He mentioned once that he wanted to document everything in case he suddenly reincarnated and lost all memory of his past life, that if his data existed forever he could always return to his work.

“You smell like roses,” he observed.

You blushed. Roses weren’t overly abundant on the Luofu, and you wanted to try everything. “New soap.”

“It’s nice. Come sit with me. I’m just finishing an entry.”

“Ooo, what’s it about?” You slid into the chair next to him and peeked at the screen. A plethora of words stared back, but most of the meaning was lost to you. You’d never even heard of half the things he wrote about. Despite your earlier good mood, you fell into sullen silence, feeling ignorant that your world was so small.

“Memory bubbles exist all around the station. I’ve been tracking them down and listening to what they have to say. I’d like to think that they’d appreciate it if someone recorded their memories for future generations.”

“I know I would,” you said softly. In Foxian years, you were basically a baby, technically fully grown, but not even a century old. The thought that one day, someone might care enough to record your experiences warmed your soul.

“…enough of this for now. How about we play Celestial Jade, or something else if you’d like.” Dan Heng pushed away from the computer and was about to move to the floor, but you caught his hands in yours.

“I-I want some answers first,” you said, soft but firm. “I really like you, and I know you feel the same, especially with what you did today. Is that why you invited me to your room?”

He paused, a variety of empty responses on his tongue, but he swallowed them all and pulled you onto his lap. Your thighs squished against his, and he resisted the urge to grind up against them. “I am Imbibitor Lunae. To be with me…you might not be able to return to the Xianzhou. Would you truly want that?”

You almost laughed. “Wait, that’s the reason why?”

He frowned, a cute gesture causing you to stare at his lip a little too noticeably. The two of you snuggled all the time, but never kissed, an unspoken boundary rooted in fear of the unknown. “Don’t you have family there?”

You shook your head. “Very distant family. Honestly, when I boarded the Express, I never had the intention of going back.” You sat very still, every inch of friction cracking like sparks on your skin. It felt odd to be so careful, when before you shamelessly snuggled into his chest or held his hand and received genuine smiles or laughs in return. “If you don’t want me…”

“That’s not what I said.” He knotted his fingers through your hair and pressed his forehead to yours, breathing suddenly labored. Claws elongated against your scalp, and without looking, you knew he was manifesting other draconic features as well. You loved it when he dropped his disguise around you, proof of comfort and familiarity, but this instance felt charged. A reaction to unrelenting desire.

“Dan Heng…”

“Kiss me,” he breathed. “I want you.”

You devoured his lips with your own and dissolved into his touch, the moment more fulfilling than any of your day time fantasies. You expected him to kiss slowly and carefully, just like everything else he did, but Dan Heng kissed you like you were going to disappear. His fangs nipped at your lips and tongue, and he gave you just a moment to breathe when he picked you up off his lap and slammed you against the closest wall.

“Ow,” you mumbled.

“Sorry…”

You laughed softly, even as one of the shelves dug into your spine. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He lifted you up by your ass and you wrapped your legs around his hips, hyper aware of how your crotch ground into his stomach. This time, he kissed you softly, lovingly. “Sometimes, I get visions and dreams of partners from my past incarnation. I worry that you’re one of them and that I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone.”

“But I won’t be gone. I’m here, with Dan Heng, not Dan Feng.”

He didn’t say anything to that. His hands wandered to the hem of your shirt, his actions speaking volumes over words. “May I?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Do you think anyone’s going to catch us?”

“I can’t imagine why anyone would come to the data bank at this hour. They know I sleep here.” He slipped his fingers under your pajama top and brushed against your stomach. They were satiny whispers of dirty promises, far more intimate than leaning on each others shoulders or putting your legs on his lap, and your body sang for him.

“Take me,” you whispered.

He smirked and pulled off your shirt, careful not to snag on your ears. Because you wore pajamas, you went braless, and Dan Heng’s mouth proceeded straight for your breasts, leaving nips and kisses all over your tender flesh. You moaned when his lips closed over each nipple and sucked until you cried out.

“Not too loud,” he warned. “Sound carries better than you think.” He laid you down on his sleeping pad, surprisingly comfy even though you were so low to the ground, and continued to work down your body. You noticed that he enjoyed leaving marks. Especially on your soft bits.

“Tell me if I’m going too far. I want all of you, but not if you don’t.”

“I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

His eyes clouded with roiling desire. “I’ll be gentle.” He helped you shimmy out of the rest of your clothes. Once you were completely bare, he left more bruises, this time on the inside of your thighs before licking a stripe up your slit. He eased his fingers in, slowly just like he promised, until you were stretched wide and weeping. Your body clamored for his cock, for him to dump a thick load straight into your heat, and that’s when you realized you were too far gone, completely lost into this notorious legend whom you now called your friend. Your lover.

“Wait,” you called.

He immediately stopped and pulled his hands and mouth away. “What is it? Was that too much?”

You giggled. “No, I just think I want to see you naked.”

He stood up, and your pupils blew wide open as he started to strip. Creamy skin stretched over layers of corded muscle and plunged down into a deep V on his hips, leaving you practically drooling at the sight. He had remarkably little body hair, a trait of many dragon folk, and the hair he did have was well trimmed and maintained, evident when he slid off his pants and briefs in one quick motion. His cock stood proud and heavy. You instantly knew why he prepared you so thoroughly. You climbed to your knees, took his shaft in your hands, and placed a kitten lick to the head.

Dan Heng groaned. “You don’t have to…”

“I want a taste,” you purred. You’d fooled around a couple times in your relatively short life, but an especially experienced man taught you a bit on how to please. It’d been a while, but you recalled as many tricks as you could, and swallowed him down, eager to serve. Your tongue swirled around his head as you bobbed up and down, savoring the salty and bitter taste bursting in your mouth. Cum didn’t taste pleasant, but the psychological effect, the knowledge that you were a whore just for him, kept you pining for more of his flavor. Anything to prove that you pleased him.

“Enough,” he snarled. He pulled you off his dick, none too gently, and pushed you back onto the mat. “I can’t hold back. I don’t want to, but if you…”

“Fuck me,” you pleaded. “Just fuck me.”

He took a second to line up and then pushed in slowly, easing open your burning cunt. Your fingernails dug into his back. Even with the preparation, the stretch pushed you to your limit until he bottomed out, his tip pushing up against your womb.

“I’m going to move,” he gasped.

“You know, I’m not going to break.”

“I know, but I won’t just take what I want. I want to take care of you. Make…”

The word died on his lips, but you understood. You pecked him on the cheek, and tried to keep your words simple but honest. Truthful but without expectation. “I love you, Dan Heng. You’ve cared for me. Protected me. How could I not love you?”

He whispered something in your ear, in his own native tongue, the sibilant words of the Vidyadhara. However, in the way all children learned simple phrases in other languages, you knew exactly what he said, and he used the vocabulary reserved for romantic partners, not just friends.

I love you.

You tilted your head to the side, exposing your neck to his gaze. “Bite me.”

“Why?”

“Then you can see it tomorrow and know it was real.”

His eyes flashed cobalt blue, finishing his dragon transformation. His pliant tail wound up your leg, pleasantly tickling the fur of your own tail. The action felt infinitely more intimate than a kiss. More like a promise. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Show me,” you taunted.

He thrusted slowly, waiting for you to adjust and relax against him before driving into you mercilessly, holding you tight as you writhed and convulsed from the stimulation. You bit down on his shoulder to muffle your voice. You’d die from shame if March or Stelle (or worse, one of the “adults”) heard you screaming in ecstasy from the resident heartthrob.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked. A bead of sweat dribbled down his forehead.

“I-It feels good…so good…” You felt the delicious stretch in your thigh as he pulled one of your legs up over his shoulder. He peppered kisses up and down your calf. The position forced him upright, and gave him the perfect angle to thumb at your clit while feasting his eyes on your pussy lips split open on his cock. The hard flesh gleamed with your slick. One day, he’d force you to ride him until you came apart, or touch yourself while you sucked him off, but that could wait for another time. Still, the dizzying fantasies of having you however he wanted clouded his vision and forced him closer to the edge.

“I’m going to cum inside you,” he panted.

You bit back a moan. “Please…I’m so close…”

He yanked you upright so you rode him atop his thighs, just in time to sink his teeth into your breast as he came. Fangs broke skin, and you fell apart just moments after, shaking and clinging onto him for stability, your own body too weak to hold yourself upright. A tiny trickle of blood slipped down. Dan Heng licked the wound lovingly for a few seconds as the bleeding passed, and you sagged into his chest.

“Are you okay?” he asked, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Never better,” you laughed breathlessly. You took his face in your hands and kissed him firmly. “You didn’t hurt me. I feel amazing.”

“Good.”  Still locked together, he laid you down and you cuddled into his chest. Your tail flopped down, but his much longer one curled around yours, keeping you tucked fully in his embrace.

You basked in the afterglow, but one question weighed in your mind. “Hey, can I ask you something. It’s sorta silly.”

“What is it?”

“Some Foxians say that Vidyadhara have two…you know…”

Dan Heng’s lips broke into a smile, and he laughed freely, a sound that lifted your heart and made your soul sing. “I can change my appearance at will. When I’m in full dragon form, I do, but I don’t want to intimidate you.”

You swallowed and a wild blush lit up your cheeks. “I sorta want to…I guess, try to take both…”

He grinned impossibly wider and kissed the top of your head. You could feel the swallowed laughs in his chest. “You think you can? You’d be twice as full.”

“We won’t know until we try.”

“Perhaps one day. Gods, I love you…” His tail squeezed yours, and you sighed at the comforting pressure, much more intimate than a hug, and just as loving.

“I love you too.” You knew at some point the two of you would have to clean up, but you felt too lazy and comfy to move, even as your mixed fluids slid down your leg and onto the sheets. Eventually, you would replace them and find clothes, but you didn’t want the afterglow to fade. Not when you were exactly where you wanted to be, in the arms of someone who loved you. “So, can I sleep here tonight? I don’t want to let go of you.”

He kissed you again and that was answer enough. “I don’t want to let go either.”

Chapter Text

Your eyes soaked in a familiar sight. Hunched over, Alhaitham poured over his work, tossing application after application into the trash next to him. It was nearly 9 o’clock. The Acting Grand Sage loathed overtime, but there had to be a reason why he stayed so late to work instead of pursuing his own interests or kicking back at the tavern with the boys.

“Hey,” you called softly.

“Why are you still here?” he asked without looking up.

“Well, you’re not the only one with stuff to do. Your work is mine too.”

“I suppose that’s true.” He waved you over and you took a seat on the armrest of his opulent desk chair. He always insisted that you sit close to him, even though he had plenty of chairs in his office, and you had no idea how he focused on his work with your legs so close to his own skin. “You should go home.”

“I was planning on it, but I wanted to make sure to wish you a good night first.”

He sighed. “Let me finish the rest of these applications and I’ll walk you home. I only have about ten more.”

“You don’t have to walk me home…”

“I insist. Sumeru City isn’t the safest place at night.”

“Very well, sir.”

Alhaitham raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been my secretary for a long time now. You only call me sir when you want something.”

You blushed. “I figured if you wanted to walk me home…we could, you know…”

Looking at your face for the first time, Alhaitham frowned and squeezed your leg. “Not tonight. I’m supposed to go to the tavern tonight with Cyno and Tighnari.” And Kaveh.

“Ah, that’s okay.” You tried your best not to look too disappointed. As you weren’t actually dating, Alhaitham wasn’t obligated to spend time with you outside of work, but it had been the better part of a month since he took you home. He insisted that once they found his replacement, he could spend more time with you- especially because it’d be less controversial to have a questionable relationship with his secretary- but that day seemed farther and farther off.

“Hmm, I do apologize for neglecting your needs. I actually have a proposition for you. And some good news.”

“What is it?”

Resigning himself to another long day tomorrow, Alhaitham pushed the rest of the applications to the side of his desk and yanked you into his lap. “How do you feel about not being my secretary anymore?”

You froze. “What do you mean?”

“The Grand Sage is supposed to be announced in two weeks. I’d like to pass you off to her and go back to being a regular scholar. Of course, that means I can properly date you without an HR nightmare. What do you think?”

Your spirits lifted and you smiled widely, as you eagerly threw your arms around Alhaitham and kissed him full in the mouth. In response, he graced you with a rare smile, one that reached all the way to his eyes. Not his usual shit-eating smirks. “I’d really like that,” you beamed.

“I figured, but I wanted to run it by you instead of dropping you on someone else.” Alhaitham’s hands slid up your legs and he bit on the meat of your thigh, exposed by a deliciously short skirt.

“Don’t you have to go to the tavern?”

He shrugged. “I’m already two hours late. What’s a little longer?” His lips met your own, but you pushed him back and he pouted.

You glared at him. “I know we haven’t been caught yet but there’s always a chance…”

“What are they gonna do? Fire me?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re impossible.”

“You know you love it.” Reveling in your little sigh, he hiked up your skirt and pulled your panties aside. He traced a finger up your slit and frowned. “Dry. You must be tired.”

“It’s been a long day, but I know you can warm me up.”

He smirked. “Is that so?” He shoved aside the rest of his work and dumped you unceremoniously onto his desk. Dropping to his knees in front of you, he slowly pulled your panties down your legs, eliciting a tiny shiver, and buried his face between your thighs. “Tell me if it hurts.”

“Yes, sir.” The moment his tongue touched you, stars erupted behind your eyes, and you would’ve jumped up if not for the secure hold he had around your legs. His tongue prodded you carefully, giving you just enough stimulation for your body to start its natural lubrication process, but that didn’t take long at all. In less than a minute, he had you soaked and weeping. “Alhaitham…” you gasped.

He took that as a cue to give you more, inserting two fingers slowly and scissoring them back and forth. Much to his satisfaction, you dripped an obscene amount, all the way down his fingers and all over his wrist. You produced more than you usually did, most likely a result of going a while without his touch. He licked up the excess and groaned. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

You giggled. “I know…oh, fuck…” He added a third finger and you keened. Now a full fire stoked between your thighs. You yearned for something thicker to split you open and grind your dignity into dust. You sat up. “I want your cock…”

“Greedy,” he drawled, easing himself out of his pants. His length popped out, bobbing from its generous weight, and he slapped it hard against your clit. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes…gods, yes…”

“Breathe and relax.”

As he slid in, you clenched around him. The stretch wasn’t painful, but it was definitely demanding and you took a second to adjust. All the while, he kissed you breathlessly, sweet kisses of love and sheepish apology. He missed your touch so much it hurt, and he strongly considered going home with you, but he didn’t want Cyno dragging home a drunk Kaveh and challenging him to a 2am duel. Instead, he indulged in the fantasy of finally living with you, coming home to your kisses and touch every night. Hopefully that’d be a reality soon.

“Alhaitham?” you whispered.

“Yes?”

“You can be rough with me if you want.”

“Maybe another night when I have more time.” He thrusted a few times and gripped your arms hard when you pushed up into his chest. Your cunt sucked him in and it took all of his self-restraint not to cum on the spot like a teenager.

“More?” you requested.

He laughed. “Whatever you desire.” He took you quickly but tenderly, holding his face close to yours and fucking you like you belonged to him. Whenever your head rolled back, he gripped your neck and pulled you back up so you could stare at his intense emerald eyes. A reminder of who owned your body and soul.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

“Right back at you,” you teased. He hit a particularly sensitive spot and you moaned. “Fuck, I’m close…”

He wedged a hand in between your bodies to dance at your clit. “Cum for me.”

Combined with his hand on your clit, you came hard, biting down into his shoulder in case there was anyone lingering around. An obscene amount of juices squirted out, a mix of your fluids as he filled you to the brim, and he held you close as your orgasm faded, sealing the act with another kiss.

“I made a mess, didn’t I?” you laughed.

“It was a combined effort.” He snagged a couple tissues off his desk and cleaned you up, careful to avoid overstimulating you, and helped you back into your clothes. “Do you have any plans tomorrow evening?”

You grinned broadly. “I thought you were going to work late again.”

“It’s not like I do anything important around here. You want to order some food and stay at my place?”

“You know, as your secretary I shouldn’t encourage you to put off your work.” Your heart soared as you teased him. The news of his resignation was a sign that the two of you could have something more tangible. Something the two of you wanted for months. “But, I also believe in work-life balance so maybe just this once.”

“You won’t be my secretary for much longer,” Alhaitham scoffed. “You don’t have to bust my ass about work anymore.”

“True, true.”

Kneeling down, he delicately slid on each of your shoes, filling your stomach with butterflies. “Now then. Shall we go?”

“Can’t keep the boys waiting.” You followed him out of his office hand-in-hand, and departed into the night.

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Thoma’s tattoos were a sight for sore eyes. Your partner stood before you, shirtless as you knelt on the ground at his feet. You focused on the intricate designs on his chest as he dragged a leather whip up your bare stomach, past your breasts, where it rested on the sleek column of your throat. Today, he didn’t tie you down. He expected more. Complete obedience and control over your own impulses. If he had to tie you down as punishment, you weren’t ready. And you were going to prove yourself.

Thoma raised an eyebrow. “What? Like what you see?”

You giggled breathlessly. “A little.”

His familiar boyish grin broke through his cruel facade. “Good. Because you’re going to keep your eyes on me. I will break you. Kneel on the bed. Now.”

Thoma turned down your sexual advances for the entire month after you started dating. He had a thousand excuses, each one weaker than the last, and it ate at you endlessly. He knew that his empty words did nothing to placate you, especially when you knew he stole occasional glances at the fun parts of your body, and it frustrated you endlessly.

After shutting down your offer for sex once again (in his bedroom, no less) you finally snapped.

“If there’s something wrong, just tell me!”

“Umm, listen…there’s something I should tell you. Thoma sat you down on his bed and started pacing awkwardly, fidgeting with his jacket like it was too small for him. As you watched him, your mind swam with thousands of insecurities. Did he not find you attractive? Was he unable to have sex? You swallowed the hurt.

“You know about the Shumatsuban, right?” Thoma blurted out.

You raised an eyebrow. “Ayato’s spies and assassins? Yes, but I don’t see how that’s important.”

“I’m one of them.” He quickly shed his signature red coat and tossed it to the floor. When he revealed his shoulders, you saw incredible tattoos, swirling and flexing on his skin like living creatures, drawing your gaze like a moth to a flame. “If we have sex, you’d find out about me and see my tattoos. I-I didn’t want to scare you.”

“Oh…that’s sort of a big deal…” You kept your eyes glued to the floor. Truthfully, the sight of his inkings stoked a fire inside of you and aroused an attraction that you didn’t know you had. Thoma was already cute, but with the tattoos, he was unfairly sexy. “So, you’re not actually a maid, are you?”

“Not exactly. I like doing housework, but if Lord Ayato needs something done, I do it. Especially if he needs it done quietly. I know this could change your opinion of me…”

“It doesn’t! I think.” It did actually.

You wanted to tear the rest of his clothes off.

Thoma frowned. “If it bothers you, I wouldn’t be offended at all if you wanted out of our relationship. I’m sorry I hid the truth from you.”

You shook your head. “I had my suspicions. There had to be a reason for your unexplained absences and why you’d come back home so late. Now I know.” You reached out to him, and Thoma hurried to your side, taking a seat next to you and gripping your hand tight. “C-Can I touch your tattoos?”

He nodded.

You traced the intricate designs with your fingertips, looping over the canvas on his body. Thick black lines bled into full color that rippled over his prominent muscles and accented his uniquely pale skin. Rich stories for you to caress. His entire right shoulder depicted a foaming waterfall, a carp fin slipping out from under his shirt. You understood imagery held meaning, but you weren’t going to ask. Not now at least.

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” you said in awe.

“Yeah, there’s a reason why I always cover up.”

“They’re beautiful.” You tugged at his shirt sleeve. “Is it okay if I see it all?”

“Of course!” He yanked his shirt over his head, hurried and self-conscious. The moment he disrobed, you feasted your eyes on the spiraling waves and clouds on his chest. They were clearly part of the carp on his shoulder, and you wanted to lick at the curling lines and taste the salt of his skin.

“I-I have them on my back too.” Thoma turned around shyly and his breath hitched when your cool hands touched his back.

“A dragon?” you asked.

“Yes, although this dragon looks more like the ones from Mondstadt. He’s depicted with six wings.”

“I never knew that.” You ran your fingers along the dragon’s wings, and the creature gazed back at you with fierce aqua eyes, lifelike even in ink. Thoma shivered. “Sorry, does that bother you?”

“No…I like it when you touch me. I want to…never mind…”

You grinned wickedly. “What do you want?”

“I don’t want to pressure you! If you need time to think about it…”

“My opinion of you hasn’t changed. I know how loyal you are to the master, and I am too.” You climbed into his lap and pressed up against him as heat pooled in your belly. The sight of him shirtless sent you reeling. “So what do you want?”

“I want…” Strong fingers gripped your arms and bruised your skin. “I want to serve you.”

“Focus,” Thoma commanded. He pinched your cheek hard. Painful, not pleasurable. It effectively kept you from slipping back into your own head. “I need you to pay attention to me.”

You nodded and fixed your gaze on his face. “I’ll try my best.”

Thoma stroked your cheek. “Good girl. Are you ready?”

You nodded. You weren’t, but it’s not like you were going to be any more prepared than this.

His whip struck your ass and you stumbled on your knees, shuffling forward and almost falling face-first into the sheets. It was a test, measuring your constitution before the real show began.

Things didn’t look too good.

“Open your eyes,” he snapped. “You’re falling.”

“Thoma…” you whimpered. You were falling too fast, and your lover knew that too. Truthfully, you were slipping into sub space the moment you walked into his bedroom. “I’m sorry…”

“Hush. Open your eyes and focus. I’ll bind you if you can’t ground yourself without it.”

“No! I can do it!” Straightening your back, you readjusted yourself to stretch as tall as you could while still kneeling. Thoma was a stickler about posture. “I won’t move!”

“My love…” he sighed. He retrieved a short silk rope from the foot of the bed, put it between your teeth, and secured it around your head. “I know you want to please me, so I’ll give you a chance. Bite down.”

“A-Are you mad at me?” you asked around the gag.

“Of course not. I want to help you. Do you trust me?”

You nodded and braced yourself for the next strike. This time, the whip came down on your stomach. You screamed into your gag, but you refused to move, keeping your back as straight as possible and digging your knees into the bed. A pool of slick started to accumulated on the sheets beneath you. You met Thoma’s gaze, and he grinned proudly.

“Beautiful. If only you could see yourself.”

You moaned in response. Your body bloomed red as he continued striking you, just hard enough to break the top layer of skin. You swayed but refused to fall. In a show of staunch devotion, you bit down on your gag and fixed your gaze on him, focusing on his eyes, his tattoos, anything to encourage yourself. The vibrations traveled all through your body, inching you closer and closer to climax, just from the pain alone. The whip danced over your throat and you tensed.

“One more,” he whispered. “Then you can rest. Is this okay?”

Pushing out your tits, you nodded and bit down hard.

“Good girl.”

The whip struck your throat.

You choked and collapsed, body spent as you pushed far beyond your limits. Shocked and terrified, you scrambled back up and pressed your head against Thoma’s leg, tears streaming down your face. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry…”

“Shh…” Thoma gathered you into his arms, undid your gag, and kissed your tears away. “I’m so proud of you. Don’t apologize.”

“I-I love you…”

“And I love you.” He eased you back onto the bed, careful not to strain your fresh wounds, and settled between your thighs. “Now, I think you earned a reward.”

When his mouth touched your clit, you jumped, moaning when the cool metal on his tongue worked your body savagely. You already knew that Thoma put his tongue piercing in-you felt it when you kissed-but the jewelry set you alight every time he used it.

“Ahh, it’s too much…”

“Relax,” he coaxed. Slowly, he eased a couple fingers inside your soaking cunt. The metal ball on his tongue slid against your clit, and pleasure burst behind your eyes. Sharp and glancing. Shocks traveled up from your belly and you screamed. “Let go, my love. Don’t hold back.”

You were already so close from his previous torture. “Thoma, can I…ahh, fuck!”

“You don’t need to ask permission tonight. Just enjoy this.”

“Wait! I want…” Your hips bucked, but Thoma grabbed you and held you down.

“What do you want?” he purred.

“I want you to fuck me!”

A mischievous smile graced his lip. “I will. Be patient.” He pushed another finger into your heat and nibbled lightly on your clit.

You screamed again. “Thoma, please! Fuck me! I can’t wait!”

He sighed. Usually if you talked back or protested, he’d make you wait longer, but this was your reward after all. “Cum for me first, beautiful.”

It took a few more swipes of his tongue for you to fall apart, calling his name and gushing fluids all over his lips. You gazed at him through cloudy eyes as he coaxed every last contraction from you, leaving you limp and pulsing on his sheets. “Thoma…”

Sliding up your body, Thoma kissed you roughly and ground his crotch against you, making you shudder from the sudden stimulation. His lower half was still clothed, and the roughness of his pants chafed and burned your lashes unpleasantly. “Oww…”

“Sorry, are you okay?!” Thoma frowned and plastered kisses on your thighs, shedding the master persona to tend to you. “That was careless of me.”

You beamed at him. He knew your body as well as his own. Knew what made you wail in ecstasy and what actually hurt. “I’m okay. But you know, if you took your clothes off, it’d feel better.”

He laughed darkly. “Archons, I love you.” Without wasting any time, Thoma discarded the rest of his clothes and settled back over you, extra careful to mind your tender skin. You ran your fingers up his shoulders, tracing new lines over his ink. Your lips trailed across a wave on his chest. It was surprising that Thoma actually indulged you-he didn’t like being touched without explicit permission-so you must’ve been extra good today. The thought filled you with joy.

“Cute,” he mused. “Are you ready to take me?”

“I’ve been ready for a while.”

“Tch, little brat.” He buried himself into you in one deep stroke. Just for a moment, he drank in the sight of your face, eyes shut tight and mouth slightly open. The picture of lustful satisfaction. “Open your eyes,” he commanded.

“Thoma…” He thrust into you slowly, taking his time to drag across your walls and carve out a place for himself. Any semblance of sanity you still possessed evaporated as he claimed you completely.“B-Breed me…”

“I will. Focus on me.” You were too deep into the fantasy to do much else. He rarely ever saw you fall this far and the sadistic side of him lived for it. It took countless hours of exploring each others bodies for him to finally turn you into this debauched mess, and now he could turn you into his perfect slave with a few words and a skilled touch. “Do you want me to cum inside? Put a baby in you?”

“Yes, yes, oh gods…” Your eyes filled with fresh tears.

“Keep your eyes open.” Keeping you caged between his forearms, Thoma picked up the pace, eager to make you climax before he finally lost himself. He bit down on your neck, leaving marks that would linger for days. I want you to know who makes you feel like this.”

You screamed again from the sudden pain. It cut through your body like a hot knife before it settled, leaving behind a brand of obedience and devotion. Everything felt too hot, your skin pulled too tight over your bones, as Thoma thrusted into you without mercy. The desire for his cum played like a mantra in your head, vamping louder and louder until those thoughts spilled out of your mouth in shameful pleas. “Cum inside me! I need it. Breed me, Thoma! Please!”

He laughed breathlessly. Sweat dripped down his brow and he captured your lips with his own, still demanding as he treated you tenderly. “I’m close. Take everything I give you.”

“Thoma! I-I…ngh…I’ll be good! I’ll take all your cum!”

“Cum for me, my love.”

He bottomed out deep inside and you shattered around him.

You sat patiently on the bench and waited for Thoma to run the bath. You knew he had a private bath, and figured it was due to his status, but now you understood. Mesmerized, you watched his gorgeous tattoos ripple across his toned back as he bent over the tub to test the water. It almost riled you up again.

Thoma caught you staring and winked. “How are you feeling?” he asked, all cute charm and helpfulness.

“Very satisfied,” you chirped.

“Is anything hurting? I put some medicinal herbs and oils in the water. It might sting a little but it’ll help the healing.” He kissed your forehead. “You’re so cute.”

You blushed brightly. “As if I’m the cute one here.”

Thoma swung you into his arms and you shrieked in delight. Beaming at you like the sun, he kissed all the bites and bruises on your neck before placing you gently in the bath. You hissed when the medicinal waters touched your raw skin, but the feeling quickly subsided and you sank into blissful warmth.

“This is amazing,” you sighed. “Hold me?”

“Do you need anything else? I can make tea and I should change the sheets and…”

“Oh stop that and just come sit with me,” you laughed, yanking Thoma into the water. He awkwardly stumbled over to you, and you wasted no time jumping into his lap and snuggling up. “Did I satisfy you?”

“I should be asking that of you.” He sighed and kissed you again, unable to get his fill. He reveled in you, your scent, your laugh, the feel of your skin on his. Everything. “Are you sure this is okay? Sometimes I feel so awful treating you like some sort of toy.”

“We’ve talked about this before. I like it too. It makes me feel powerful.” You reached over to grab a bottle of shampoo and dumped it into Thoma’s hand. “Wash my hair?”

“Whatever my lady desires.”

His heavy fingers on your scalp turned you into a puddle on his lap. You knew you’d feel every bruise and cut tomorrow, even though Thoma was trying his best to prevent the worst of it, but you always enjoyed the sting. It was a reminder that you were loved in more ways than one.

After he finished your hair, he moved on to the rest of your body with a soft washcloth. “I’m going to clean up the mess we made. Focus on me, okay? I don’t want you falling again.”

You nodded and held on to his shoulders as the washcloth brushed against your clit. The split second of stimulation immediately brought you back to bed, but Thoma tilted your face to look him in the eye. “I’m okay, I promise,” you said.

“I know, but I’m still going to take care of you.” Certain that you could keep your eyes on him, Thoma cleaned all around your groin and in between your heavily swollen folds. He waited for you to jump from the overstimulation, but you rested contentedly in his arms, moaning in a different kind of pleasure. The one that came from simply being in close proximity from someone you loved. “There, I’m done.”

You kissed him. “Ever the faithful servant.”

His verdant eyes turned stormy as he regarded you with an intensity you rarely ever saw outside of bed. An expression that let you know you were loved and protected. It took you a long time to truly understand Thoma, especially with his double life as both the Kamisato’s housekeeper and “fixer,” but his loyalty burned fierce for the family and now for you. Someone who earned a permanent place in his heart.

“I’ll always be here to serve you.”

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Neuvillette saw you every day on the walk from his abode to the courthouse, a young human working faithfully at a local produce stand rain or shine. Occasionally, he caught a tiny smile in his direction, but you never spoke. After all, he had no need for human food. However, you enchanted him, and he found himself looking forward to sideways glances and rare smiles from the most beautiful human he ever laid eyes on. Perhaps the most beautiful individual.

On a particularly rainy day, Neuvillette found himself wandering to your stand, vaguely interested in your wares, but mostly intrigued by you. He never felt shy before, and he was baffled by his need to come up with a false excuse to converse with you, but he felt unable to stay away. Gravity pulled him to you like the tide.

“Monsieur Neuvillette!” you exclaimed, eyes widening. Truthfully, you never noticed his glances, far too busy to observe him, but you were aware of his presence every day. He was quite difficult to ignore.

“Good morning. I would like to purchase something.”

“Yes, of course!” You noticed that passers-by made a wide berth around your stand, not that you blamed them. “What can I get for you?”

“That’s quite the conundrum. I’m not sure. Often, I only consume food for social events.”

Recalling the rumors about the Chief Justice’s less than human nature, you tried your best not to look too shocked. “I have recommendations. The bulle fruits are particularly sweet today.”

“Hmm, I shall take one of those then.”

His gaze pierced through you. Neuvillete never looked away to examine the produce, and instead kept his eyes fixed firmly on your face. “…do you want to choose one or should I?” you asked nervously.

“Ah, is that what you do? I don’t know much about judging the quality of fruit.”

You tried your best to hide your amusement, but you couldn’t get past Neuvillette’s careful eyes.

“What is it?”

“Umm…I just thought that your comment was sorta funny. You judge people all the time. Surely fruit would be easier.”

“Hmm.” His pulse raced, another strange sensation. He couldn’t detect any danger nearby. “Perhaps you could teach me. I will make time to visit you tomorrow. Can you spare the time for me?”

Your stomach dropped. The second most powerful person in the nation wanted to learn from you? “O-Of course! I’d be honored!”

He smiled at you, sweet and mysterious, and you blushed furiously. You couldn’t deny that Neuvillette was an incredibly attractive man, and he was even prettier up close.

“Wonderful. I will be here tomorrow.” With that, he paid for his fruit and left you alone in the rain.

He visited you every day after that, always buying one of the specials and one of his favorites, and exchanging pleasantries. It seemed as if he took a particular interest in your work life. How you tended to and harvested fruits (the farmers did that), how you maintained and managed finances (the boss did that), and how you felt about the rain (indifferent). He absorbed your every word. You desired to ask questions back, but surely Neuvillette was a private person, and you didn’t have the right to pry. When he dropped the rare snippet of personal information, you hung onto it and tried to piece together some answers for yourself. The more you learned, the more questions arose, and you found yourself falling deeper into this mysterious man who became an oddly familiar sight every day at your shop. He was largely ignorant about so many ways of human life, and you found that endearing. He always strove to understand.

“I would like to take you on a walk sometime.”

The request caught you off-guard. “A walk?”

“Yes. I can hardly call this a romantic outing, as I am yet to know you on a more personal level, but I would suppose this is some sort of a date.”

“I wouldn’t say that! I guess it’s more like a hangout between…friends.”

A smile graced his lip, small but radiant, and you swore a couple clouds drifted away. “I would like that. Will you meet me at the Fountain of Lucine tomorrow evening?”

“I will.”

You fidgeted with your skirts as you sat at the side of the fountain. Being a special occasion, you found it fitting to wear one of your nicer dresses. One fitting to go on a casual evening date.

Not like this was a date.

With the Chief Justice.

“You look lovely today.” The familiar click of his polished shoes echoed your way, and you looked up to see the man in question. He wore his usual attire, but something about his aura felt more relaxed.

You giggled. “Thank you. So where are we going?”

“There’s a path that leads towards several flower fields towards the east. I know you enjoy flowers so I hope this is satisfactory to you?”

“I would love that.”

As you made your way out of the plaza, it surprised to see that no one paid Neuvillette any mind, even with a nicely-dressed woman at his side. You supposed they were used to his presence, being close to his place of work after all, and you found it to be a refreshing change from the usual attention you received at your fruit stand. However, the awkwardly romantic evening light added a layer of tension to your stroll. You were certain Neuvillette noticed your anxiety, but his expression remained placid as ever. Neuvillette was fond of you, something you already knew, but he never showed any extreme emotions. Something you found both comforting and unnatural, a strange juxtaposition.

You managed to keep yourself together until he took your hand in his once you reached the flower fields.

“Sir!”

Neuvillette frowned. “Is this wrong? I’ve seen married and courting couples hold hands, but also family members. I concluded that you hold hands with people you are fond of. Did I assume incorrectly? In that case, I sincerely apologize…”

“Well…” Arm bent upwards to compensate for his height, you squeezed his hand tighter. “Usually if you’re ‘just friends’ you don’t hold hands. Either you’re family, or you’re…attracted to someone. Romantically, I mean.”

“Attracted to someone?” He contemplated your words for a few seconds. You expected him to let go, but he surprised you. “I am quite attracted to you and I enjoy the way you feel. Is that enough reason to hold your hand?”

You blushed and glanced away. “I suppose it is. I-I like this too.”

As you trekked upwards, Neuvillette peppered you with questions of the more personal nature. He inquired about your family, your hobbies, anything that piqued his interest. You found the courage to ask him a few things in return, but it seemed like all he did was work and study all day. A shame really, seeing that he had so many interests. You chatted and conversed until he brought you to the hill’s crest, and you gazed at the seas of color baking in the setting sun. You’d never seen the flower fields from this angle, and the sight made a warmth bubble in your chest as it took your breath away.

“This is beautiful,” you breathed.

“I’m glad. I find this view quite breathtaking as well.”

You turned to examine his face, every bit as resplendent as the flora before you. To your surprise, your companion quickly averted his eyes. For the first time, you noticed a shocking emotion.

He was shy, and you had a feeling as to why.

“What is it?” you asked softly.

“I have a…foolish request.” His face mimicked your own gentle blush. “When a human harbors great affection towards someone, they can declare those feelings with a kiss. May I kiss you?”

You giggled again, stood up on your tiptoes, and softly pressed your lips to his. Neuvillette stood perfectly still, fingers still intertwined with yours, until you moved away. “Not if I kiss you first.”

“Interesting. I was under the assumption that in a heterosexual relationship, the man generally initiated any sort of romantic contact.”

You shook your head. “It really doesn’t matter. Some people care about those things, but I don’t. Does that bother you?”

“Quite the contrary. In that case, I’d like to kiss you again.” He leaned down for another kiss, but this time, he pulled you into his body. Although you didn’t know much about Melusines in general, Neuvillette was warmer than you expected. His touch lit a fire in you. You teased your tongue on his lip, but much to your dismay, he immediately pulled away.

“Sorry, was that not okay?” you asked.

“This kind of kissing is of a sexual nature. I do not desire to have a physical relationship with you without discussion and your explicit consent.”

“Kissing like that doesn’t mean we’re going to have sex. I just wanted to kiss you like that. But if you don’t want to, that’s okay! I know this is all new. I’m happy with this if you are.” You face kept burning, and for once, you could read Neuvillette like a book. The conflict in his eyes gave away the war in his mind, raging between wanting more from you and respecting expected boundaries. You wondered how much he knew about relationships. It appeared like he only spouted textbook answers in response to various scenarios, something you found both endearing and frustrating. Not like you knew much about relationships either.

“I will think on this,” he finally responded. “As for now, may I continue holding your hand and kissing you?”

You beamed. “I’d like that.”

“Neuvillette!”

The Chief Justice turned towards the sound of your voice as he exited the courthouse for the day. In breathless desperation, you ran straight towards him with tears in your eyes. He caught you when you fell into his arms.

“Is it true? Did someone try to assassinate you?! I got here as soon as I could!”

“I’m grateful for your concern, my dear, but let’s talk of this elsewhere in private. Will you follow me to my home?” He didn’t understand your concern. News of attempted assassination and assault in the courthouse made frequent headlines and he knew you weren’t ignorant of the day-to-day events in Fontaine. This assassination attempt wasn’t any different  than the last four.

You sniffled. “Is that okay? Are you going to be safe?”

“Those foolish enough to assault me usually find themselves in Meropide before they regain consciousness. I will keep you safe.”

“I’m not worried about myself! I’m worried about you!”

He frowned. “You are a strange creature. You worry for me even though I possess inhuman strength.”

“It’s not about that!” Your raised voice drew glances from around the plaza. “I’m sorry…”

“Let’s go to my home. I will make some tea.”

By the time you made it to his simple but comfortable house, you were still a ball of anxiety. You had no idea how Neuvillette looked so collected, as if the attack didn’t bother him at all. He sat you down on a cushy velvet couch and placed a fine china cup in your hand, filled with your favorite tea.

“Your house is…nice. It’s smaller than I thought.” You tried to talk about anything but the incident. That would only get you riled up again.

“I am merely one person. I don’t require elaborate furnishings or excess space. I prefer it this way.”

The furnishings he did have were undoubtedly expensive, but you enjoyed the minimalism. He had a housekeeper, an older lady who lived in the house next door, but she immediately left upon seeing you. You weren’t sure if you should’ve explained yourself, being a young woman that she’d never seen before, but Neuvillette simply nodded and sent her on her way.

“You are worried,” Neuvillette said quietly. He sat down next to you and caressed your cheek, searching for your face for emotions.

“You could’ve died!”

“I am quite a formidable opponent. I would not be assassinated so easily.”

“But what if…” Your lip quivered. “What if someone awful tries to hurt you? Like a god or some monster?”

“Then I will fight…”

You threw your arms around him and kissed him hard, letting hot tears run down your cheeks and against your lips. Your sudden action startled him, but soon he relaxed and let you kiss his lips and the all over his face. The salt of your tears burned his tongue. He couldn’t figure out why he suddenly felt guilty and responsible for your feelings. All he knew was that he wanted to make those negative emotions disappear.

“How can I make you smile?” he whispered.

You laughed softly and kissed him again. “Make sure you never get hurt, okay?”

“I cannot guarantee…”

“I know! I just…” You viciously dried your cheeks, rubbing them raw with your palms. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. I’m…fond of you.”

Neuvillette paused, trying to picture himself in your position. He had difficulty understanding why you’d be so worried until he pictured an assassin placing a hit on you. The mere thought of your body cut and bruised made his blood boil. If anyone laid a finger on you, he’d hunt them down to the ends of the earth and make them suffer for every offense, no matter how small. Was that vengeance? A word tossed around in his courtroom repeatedly finally held some tangible meaning.

“I-I am fond of you as well.” He made an uncharacteristically split-second decision. “Stay with me tonight. I wish to pursue…more with you.”

“…okay.”

Hair glowing blue as soft as Fontaine’s waters, Neuvillette knelt over you and studied your body with his hands. His fingers danced against every line and curve. Even partially clothed, you felt completely naked under his scrutinizing gaze. Surely he saw every scar, how your breasts were uneven, and your legs too short to be delicate and refined. Or perhaps he saw where your ankle jutted out from when you broke it as a child, or the tiniest smattering of freckles on your nose.

“Breathtaking,” he whispered.

“You say that as if you’ve never seen another human body before.”

“I have never lain with a human. As someone created to judge humans and gods, I chose to remain impartial.” His hand skimmed over your bra. “I need you to tell me if you want me to stop or keep going.”

“W-We can go all the way…” You could barely get the words out of your lips. After all this time, you felt comfortable in Neuvillette’s presence, but in this situation, he felt infinitely more intimidating.

“All the way? As in I may penetrate you?”

“Don’t put it like that!” Blushing all the way down to your cleavage, you buried your face in your hands and laughed. “It’s not really something you say.”

“I see you’re embarrassed. Did I say something inappropriate?”

“Well, no not exactly. Just…oh shut up and undress me!”

The indignation wasn’t lost on him, and he chuckled. “It’d be my pleasure.” He did everything with a painful slowness, causing you to ache with need. Neuvillette had discarded his robe, but nothing else, and his silken slacks brushed against your bare skin, reminding you that he held you in the palm of his hand. He slipped off the rest of your clothes, and you curled into yourself.

“Let me see you,” he coaxed.

“I doubt I’m the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. Humans are…normal.”

“Humans are imperfect creatures. There is incredible beauty in that, and I see that in you. I’ve never taken a partner as lovely as you. I am captivated.”

“Oh…” Feeling his words warm your body from head to toe, you gave him a shy smile and let him spread you apart, sweet words charming away the last of your inhibitions. In the few times you fooled around as a young adult, no one had charmed you the way he had. Then again, Neuvillette wasn’t just some eager youth. Who else had the opportunity to fuck the most powerful man in the country, and possibly among the divine? “Neuvillette?”

“Yes, my dear?”

“You can t-touch me.”

“As you desire.” His hands glided to your breasts first, absorbing their weight and rolling your nipples in between nimble fingers. He flashed a rare smirk when he saw how you arched your back, begging for more without words. Your hips jolted up against his. “Cute.”

“Ahhh, please…”

“I enjoy the sound of your voice. Let me hear you tonight.” He slipped a finger inside your heat and soaked in your whimpers.

“Off,” you whispered, tugging at his shirt.

He flashed a mischievous smile-he knew his body was nothing to scoff at-and unbuttoned his shirt, watching as your eyes followed every new inch of skin he revealed. Much to your surprise, sharp azure scales crawled up his forearms and neck. You knew of Neuvillette’s dragon nature, but you never suspected that he had any draconic features until he finally undressed. No wonder why he wore so much clothing. “Is this to your liking?” he purred.

Yes. “I didn’t know you…you know…”

“I am a dragon. One day, I’ll be able to control my entire form at will, but for now I cannot hide certain traits.”

“You’re beautiful,” you breathed.

“I pale in comparison to you, my darling.” He pulled your legs up and over his shoulders and studied you. Running a finger over your slit, he placed the digit in his mouth and sucked clean, humming at your taste. “Your anatomy is not dissimilar to other females of varying species. I believe I can pleasure you.”

Just the lick had you panting. “You don’t have to…”

He covered your cunt with his mouth, cutting off your pleas, and wedged a couple more fingers inside. You had a minimal amount of experience with some kissing and touching, but nothing like this. Neuvillette played your body like a master musician. His hands and tongue pried you apart, leaving you panting and gasping under his ministrations, and you submitted to the tidal wave of pleasure that washed over you. “Neuvillette! I need…fuck!”

He released your clit with a pop. “Is it too much?”

You shook your head. “No, but…I want you! I want you to feel good too.”

“Hmm.” He took another few kitten licks at your cunt, enjoying the way you mewled and writhed. “Let me please you first.”

“But I’m…I’m gonna…”

“It’s okay. Let go.”

You came hard, wailing and gasping as he coaxed your body into submission. Your partner soaked up the sight, observing every spasm and twitch, memorizing the nuances of his body and storing the information away for another time. He observed all your weak and sensitive spots, ready to change his approach and ravage you again. “Neuvillette…”

“Good. Now you are ready for me.”

“I want…want to please you!”

“You will.” He tore the rest of his clothes off and draped them over the foot of the bed, refined despite the carnal circumstances, and laid next to you. One large hand stroked his cock leisurely. Neuvillette himself just barely wrapped his long fingers around his shaft, and the very thought of him inside you made a new wave of need wash through your core.

“I want that inside me,” you begged. Practically drooling, you climbed over his body and shamelessly ground your hips against his, coating him with your wetness. Neuvillette groaned and kissed you, this time with a ferocity you’d never seen from him before. His fangs sank into your lip and drew blood. As soon as his tongue tasted iron, he withdrew, embarrassment written all over his face.

“I want you on top of me. I am much stronger than you, so you will control the pace. I don’t want to hurt you.” He wiped the blood off your lip tenderly.

“You won’t hurt me.” Despite your words, you quickly lined him up to your entrance, which still pulsed from your previous orgasm. Just the tip of his huge cock would split you wide open, but you were ready to take the challenge.

Slowly.

“This is just a precaution. Hold my arms.” Holding your hips, Neuvillette gingerly lowered you onto his cock, studying your expressions for any discomfort. Humans couldn’t change their anatomy at will, and you had to simple endure until your body adjusted. The sharp tang of blood stung his nose as he breached your walls. “Are you hurt?”

“No, it’s just…ha…really tight.” Your nails dug into his scales.

“Breathe. It’s almost in.”

You choked when he sank in to the hilt, rubbing your clit with his pelvic bone and making you see stars. His dick stretched you impossibly wide, further than anything you could do with your own two hands, and it took a few seconds for you to adjust to his intrusion. “Move, please!”

His hands gripped the meat of your ass tightly and he rocked you back and forth, stretching you out instead of railing you right away. “Is it too much?”

“I want more!” You sat up on your knees and slammed down. Every inch of him scraped against your walls, and you almost collapsed onto his chest from the overstimulation.

Neuvillette’s eyes widened. “Wait! Be patient…”

“I’m human but I won’t break. You can be rough with me.”

“You are bleeding…”

“It doesn’t hurt. I’m okay. Please, Neuvillette?”

His name on your lips was his undoing. He thrust upwards a few times and you cried out, hanging onto his arms for balance. Your pussy clamped down on him like a vice, pulling groans from his throat as he bounced you on his cock. To your credit, you were trying to help, but your wobbly legs couldn’t keep up with how his arms lifted you effortlessly to maintain the pace.   “You are exquisite,” he breathed. “It is…difficult to hold back.”

He’s holding back? “Y-You can take me…ngh…as h-hard as you want…”

His eyes smoldered. “No, we will work up to that.” Keeping you impaled on his length, he climbed to his knees and thrusted into you again, carrying you as if you weighed nothing. His biceps flexed as he held your legs up. “Put your arms around my neck. Hold on.”

He used you ruthlessly, moving you up and down on his cock like a toy. You didn’t understand how Neuvillette could simply hold you upright when it took all your strength to simply keep your hands around his neck. As waves of pleasure washed over you, your hands shook, and you had to brace yourself by biting down on his hard shoulder. Sharp scales shredded your skin, but somehow that only added to your arousal. To know that he completely owned you, body and soul, reduced you to a pathetic mess. A second orgasm brewed in your belly.

“I’m so close! I want your…your…”

“What is it, my love?” With your eyes shut tight, you couldn’t see his smirk.

“Cum inside me! I want your cum!”

“Is that so? Would you like me to breed you? How greedy.”

Holy shit.

Dirty talk from Neuvillette? His words sent you spiraling. “Please! Fill me…breed me…”

His tone deepened, sending chills down your spine. “You would look so beautiful dripping with my seed. All mine…”

The knot in your stomach threatened to snap. “Yours…I’m yours! I’m gonna cum! Please I’m so close!”

His lips touched your ear and the baritone of his voice rumbled in his chest. Deep and sultry. “Look at me.”

Your eyes snapped open, and the sight before you sent you reeling. Neuvillette’s appearance had changed yet again. His already piercing eyes now glittered with silver, and his scales crept up from his neck to now cover parts of his face. When he licked his fangs, you saw a serpentine tongue flicker out. For a second, you wondered if one day he’d let you touch it, but that thought evaporated when he slammed you down onto the bed to take you in another position. This time, he pulled his whole body flush against yours and kissed you desperately, like a man starving for air, and you met his actions with frenzied enthusiasm. Anything to feel closer. One hand slid down to your clit. “Cum for me, my queen.”

Your body reacted to his words, unable to resist, and you fell apart around him, crying and creaming as he filled you with his own seed. His cum scorched you and pacified the storm in your body as you laid there soaked in your own satisfaction. The entire time, Neuvillette was petting your hair and whispering soothing promises. Promises of love and companionship. Words you never thought you’d hear from his lips.

“I-I…” love you.

The words went unsaid.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked again.

“Not at all. I’m very happy.”

“As am I.” Neuvillette hauled himself out of bed, found a spare towel in his wardrobe, and cleaned you carefully. “I think I understand now why people do such horrible things for love and lust. If you were in danger…I would shake the heavens. What I feel for your is more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. Is this what love feels like?”

“Well, I guess you just…know.”

“Hmm, then perhaps I know.” He finished cleaning you and pulled you tight, bodies pressed together as one. “I know that I love you.”

His words tore your chest wide open, exposing every insecurity and doubt. “Neuvillette…I’m human. You’ll live for millennia and forget about me. That’s the way it’s going to be.”

He couldn’t tell you now about your future. About how he knew he found his mate the moment he held your hand in the flower field. That one day you would bear his children and ascend the power of the divine. That you would be by his side until the heavens collapsed and you returned to the primordial sea.

And it would happen in only a few years.

But for now, he would simply hold you, and spend the next few years taking you on human dates and make love until the sun came up. It would be a lot to handle now, especially with the heightened emotions that came after sex. And so he whispered in your ear, a promise that you wouldn’t quite understand, but would come to pass.

“I will never leave you.”

Chapter Text

“You look sleepy, my love. Should we retire to bed?” Lounging in a luxurious pile of silk pillows and embroidered blankets, Jing Yuan held you close to his chest as you watched a movie on a holoscreen. The movie itself was boring (to put it nicely), but the general enjoyed war documentaries. He sat, engrossed in the film, as you snuggled up by his side with your intrusive thoughts.

“That’s not it. I’m just…thinking.”

“Is something troubling you?” He paused the movie and tilted your head up so he could study your face.

“Well…yes.” Your eyes burned with shame. “Remember how we had sex before and I cried? And it’s not like you did anything wrong! But I feel so ashamed. I felt like…” Your voice drifted off and the tears started again.

“Like?” Jing Yuan prompted.

“…like a whore.”

Sitting in silence, your partner mulled over your words, absorbing your hurt and insecurities. Raw emotion radiated off you like a burning stove. Suddenly, his laid back demeanor vanished, morphing into a persona you knew all too well. One that gave explicit orders and expected you to obey.

“Stop that,” he growled.

You paled. “What do you mean?”

“There is nothing wrong with being a sexual creature. If you enjoy pain and humiliation, then so be it. I will not judge you or say that you’re wrong.”

“I know, but…”

He raised an eyebrow, effectively cutting you off. “Is it an excuse, or is there something actively causing these thoughts? If anything is giving you these doubts, then I’ll purge them from your mind.”

“But you didn’t do anything wrong! I feel like it’s a personal problem. I’ll get over it eventually…”

Jing Yuan’s eyes darkened, and his fingers gripped you tight, his nails cutting moons into your skin. You rarely ever saw him so serious. “When we have sex, I control everything you feel. Your body and your emotions. This is a problem for the both of us.”

“I don’t know…” Your thoughts flashed back to the day before, when you were hanging out in Aurum Alley getting dinner with a few friends. Perhaps you were a little too drunk, but when one of them made a joke about how only perverts enjoyed kinky sex, you took it personally. Of course, you laughed and played along, but the comment clung to you like static, irritating and unwelcome. “Sometimes I feel like I’m getting judged for this, even though I know it’s all in my head.”

“Do you like being my whore?” he purred. His deep voice resonated through your own chest, sending shivers straight to your core. “Do you like that I own and abuse you and you beg for more? Are you happy with our arrangement?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Then you have nothing to feel ashamed of.” He carefully laid you in the pillows and kissed your forehead, his intentions crystal clear. Not expecting the night to progress in this way, you wore your rattiest nightclothes to bed, much to your embarrassment. If you had known, you would’ve worn something lacy at the very least.

“Jing Yuan…sir?”

His chest rumbled in acknowledgement.

“You don’t have to do this just to make me feel better.”

“I don’t think you understand.” He crawled over you, and one hand flew to your throat. “This isn’t about you.”

“Ahh…master! It’s too much! I’m sorry!”

Jing Yuan clicked his tongue and lowered the vibrator back to your clit. “You shouldn’t have disappointed me in the first place.”

At some point during your lovemaking, you came without permission, something you hadn’t done in a long time. Even though shame bubbled in your chest and you apologized profusely, Jing Yuan refused to accept your cries. He pulled out your toys and ripped orgasm after orgasm out of your body.

“Please! Stop! I’m sorry, master!” You thrashed against your restraints.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, slut? Be grateful. Say thank you.”

“Thank you…” you sobbed.

“Address me properly.”

“Thank you, master!” The humiliation sent you barreling into another orgasm. The two of you had done this kind of torture before, but never with this intensity or cruelty. Often, Jing Yuan coaxed your orgasms with sweet words and praises, telling you he was proud of you for enduring everything he gave you. But this time?

Fuck it was hot.

Eventually, he turned off the vibrator and let you lay in his bed to gather your wits. Slowly, he pulled the silks apart, releasing you from your bonds, but you still couldn’t move. Even to brush away your tears. The repeated orgasms kept you paralyzed. “Jing Yuan…”

“We’re not done,” he snapped. “Kneel.”

Your eyes widened, but you managed to stumble to your knees. Jing Yuan was gracious enough to keep a hand on your shoulder to keep you steady, but that was as far as his mercy went. The moment you were level with his groin, he shoved his cock into your mouth.

“Service me.”

You choked at the sudden intrusion. You dropped your jaw as wide as you could, but that didn’t stop his length from bruising and scraping the back of your throat, prompting your tears to start anew. Managing to someone keep your arms behind your back (the way he likes it), you bobbed your head up and down, massaging the tip with your tongue and praying that he was pent up from playing with you. You didn’t know how much longer you’d last before collapsing. And you weren’t going to disappoint him again.

“Just like that,” he breathed. His chiseled body flexed and twitched as he stared at you. “Show me that you’re a good slave.”

You hummed at the praise. At this point in the night, you would cling on to any bit of validation he gave you, no matter how small. His tip wept and you swept up the salty taste.

“You will take everything I give you. I won’t tolerate a single drop wasted.”

You nodded the best you could.

“Good. Take it!”

Salty cream poured into your mouth. You tried your best to keep it all in, but a few drops dribbled down your chin and onto your aching tits. Jing Yuan kept you impaled on his length until he finished, and when he finally released you, you coughed and sputtered. Still, you swallowed as much as you could. Then, in a cheeky show of obedience, you scooped up the remainder of his cum off your face and breasts, and licked your fingers clean.

“Fuck…you have no idea how sexy you are…”

You giggled and then shrieked when Jing Yuan swung you into his arms and kissed you. He didn’t care about the taste, not when you had pleased him so.

“You are filthy, my love. Let’s get you washed up.”

You snuggled into his arms, content as a cat, and let him run the bath. “Did I please you?”

“Everything I desired and more.” He lowered you into the bath, soothing your aching muscles. You didn’t realize it from before, but you must’ve strained your back at some point, and of course, your partner left plenty of marks and bruises. “How are you feeling?”

“I-I’m not sure…” Your thoughts still lingered on your previous concerns. “I’m satisfied, but…”

Jing Yuan slid in next to you and pressed you against his chest. “I know it’ll take more than one night for you to let go of your reservations. But the only opinions that matter are yours and my own. And I’m obligated to ensure your comfort and safety.”

You chewed on those words as Jing Yuan scrubbed you clean. He treated you with such tenderness and care, and made sure you wanted for nothing. How could you ever find shame with him as your master? “Do you ever talk to people about…what we do?”

“No.”

“I haven’t either, but my friends were just talking about all their…exploits, and it made me feel so strange. One of them said that they had a partner who was into…all this, and it freaked them out. So I guess I felt kinda ashamed too. They kept saying that people who liked these things have issues.”

“As long as you are satisfied, I am as well.” His meaty fingers massaged shampoo onto your scalp, and you moaned. “Your friends speak out of ignorance to your situation. I doubt they meant to harm you.”

“I know.” You deflated a bit.

“Enough of this for now,” he said, sensing the fight leave your body. There was no chance of discussing the topic reasonably now, and you needed rest. “Let me spoil you with all the love I can give.”

“Mmkay…”

He cleaned you in silence, going over every bite and bruise with careful diligence. The warm water seeped into your bones and turned you into a puddle against Jing Yuan’s hard body. Your thoughts blurred together as you sank deeper and deeper into bliss.

“My love, don’t fall asleep yet. I still need to get you to bed.”

“Bed…s-sounds nice…”

“Come on, love.” Jing Yuan quickly dried off, wrapped a towel around his waist, and scooped you out of the bath, floppy and satisfied. As he toweled you dry, you studied him-the renowned Xianzhou general, on his knees, serving the person he loved most. Your lover looked up and winked.

“Like what you see?” he drawled.

You carded your fingers through his hair. “Always.”

His face softened, and he swept you into his arms again. One day (when he finally fucking retired), he’d propose, and spend every night holding you in his arms and making love until you fell asleep. But for now, he had you by his side.

And that was enough.

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Lyney held your hand as you crept through the garden, keeping to the shadows to avoid the guards’ gaze. The magician had insisted on bringing you with him for this mission, and even though you kept saying that you’d only slow him down, Lyney didn’t take no for an answer. Those men deserved to die by your hand. That thought filled you with a twisted pleasure.

Revenge was a dish best served cold after all.

These men had enslaved you, turned you into a toy for pleasure and sport. You thought that you could leave it all behind once Arlecchino rescued you and brought you back to the House of the Hearth, but the desire for vengeance still burned after all these years. When Lyney came to you with a tip on your captors’ whereabouts, you wanted nothing more than to see them suffer. So, deciding to leave Lynette home, he took you to the manor, mapped out your every step, and set you loose on the men who destroyed your life.

Lithe as a cat, Lyney climbed over the garden wall and landed silently in the alley closest to the house. He caught you when you followed. “There,” he whispered, pointing to a top floor window. “I’ll pick the lock on the window, and we can slip in. Wait for me?”

You nodded and Lyney took off, scaling the building’s brick facade effortlessly. His hands and feet found footholds and divots hardly visible to the naked eye, until he reached a long pipe he could simply shimmy up silently. You’d seen him climb ropes backstage, but this feat of athleticism blew you away.

It was hot as fuck.

Wrapping his legs around the drain pipe, he used his free hands to pick the window’s lock and slip inside. For a second, he vanished from sight, but soon a long rope fell towards your feet. You used it to scale the wall, and found yourself breathless, but inside, at Lyney’s side.

Your companion pointed to the ornate four-poster bed on the other side of the room. In the sinister moonlight, you could see his face. The brutal collector who enslaved you for years laid placid in his rotten luxury, sleeping contentedly among his sins. Relieved to see that he was alone, you trotted up to his side, knife in hand.

Lyney glided to the other side, and procured a handkerchief with a flourish. The two of you nodded at each other before Lyney grabbed the man’s jaw, and stuffed the fabric into his mouth.

The man jolted awake, but couldn’t scream. The sight of your knife kept him pinned down in fear, and his eyes darted between the two of you, pleading. You were on a time limit, but you’d be damned if you couldn’t savor the moment. At least for a few seconds.

“Remember me?” you snarled.

The man gazed back, terrified.

“Of course you don’t. But I remember you.” You dragged your knife across his cheek, revealing a thin sliver of blood that glistened in the moonlight. “This is payback for the years of hell you put me through.”

The man glanced at Lyney, as if he could help, but Lyney simply shrugged. “I only do as milady commands.”

You could see the groveling on the man’s tongue, held back by the handkerchief, and you almost wanted to remove it to hear his cries. But you weren’t about to die for some petty indulgence.

“Death is too good for you,” you spat, and ran the dagger across his throat.

The man choked as blood bubbled up through his throat and mouth. The two of you waited, monitoring the anguished gasps of the dying until he could breathe no more. Lyney always said to make sure the body was cold before leaving. You never knew what spirits could come to haunt you later.

After a minute of silence, Lyney checked the pulse. “Dead. We need to go.”

You took one last look at the deceased. “Yeah, let’s go.”

The moment the door locked, Lyney tore your clothes off. He stripped you bare and threw you onto your bed with a feral urgency before grinding his hips into yours. His lips found yours in a messy kiss. “My love…” he growled.

“What’s gotten into you?” you teased.

“Seeing that man…” Lyney bit down on your shoulder, drawing blood. He watched as it welled onto the surface of your skin before licking the excess and sucking hard into the wound. He released your shoulder with a pop. “You’re mine! If I had the time…I would’ve tortured him. I’d make him regret ever laying a finger on you.”

You rarely saw Lyney this unhinged. A showman at heart, Lyney was a master of deception, able to don and shed personalities like a coat. However, in the heat of the moment, his emotional walls fell away, revealing the scared young man who only wanted to protect his loved ones. You started unbuttoning his flowing white shirt. “He’s dead now. Thanks to you.”

“Death was too good for him.” Trembling with rage, Lyney shook off his shirt and ran a shaking finger over your slit. “Forgive me. I must have you. I’ll take away those horrible memories. I promise…I promise…”

Wait, it’s okay!” You kissed him tenderly, lighter than the ocean’s mist. “You’ve done so much…”

He laughed weakly. “Why is it that you’re the one comforting me?”

“It seems like you need comforting.”

“I-I’m sorry…” Lyney pulled away from you, but you grabbed his arm before he could climb off the bed.

“I want this. I want you.” You yanked him back, and the two of you crashed clumsily into your sheets. Truth be told, adrenaline still coursed through your body. You craved some way to let it all out, to bury your hurt once and for all, and Lyney would be more than happy to give it to you. “Comfort me,” you pleaded.

Lyney almost smiled, and kissed you hard. His hands flew to your thighs, and he wasted no time splitting you wide open on his fingers, passion driven by righteous hatred. “Mine! You’re mine!”

“Lyney…” You moaned as he speared you open, a song and dance you’d done many times before, but never with so much fervor. Reaching out, you tangled your fingers in his hair. “I want it to hurt. I want to know I’m alive.”

“…as milady commands.” His eyes flashed, and a wicked hunger clawed to the surface. Sinking his teeth into your thigh, he shoved in another finger, relishing in how you screamed and twisted in his grasp. He felt you try to escape his hold, but he doubled down and bit down harder. “Don’t you dare,” he snarled.

A thrill shot through your spine and straight to your cunt. Slick gushed over Lyney’s fingers as you fell deeper into the familiar play, a primal back-and-forth that never ended until you submitted. Lyney would never accept defeat, and frankly, you had no chance of overpowering him. But that wouldn’t stop you from trying. You managed to wiggle away from him-although you were pretty sure he let you escape-and he grinned wildly.

“So that’s how you wanna play,” he purred. His eyes darkened for a second as he regarded you from across the bed. “Your safe word?”

You shivered. He wasn’t planning on holding back tonight. “Grimalkin.”

“Cute,” he smirked, and grabbed your ankle.

You shrieked when he pulled you towards him, and he flipped you over so you were facedown on the sheets, arms twisted behind your back. He knew exactly how to hold you so you stretched but didn’t hurt. “Beg for mercy.”

You laughed breathlessly. “Never.”

Lyney plunged his hand into your exposed pussy, managing to push in all five of his fingertips before you wouldn’t stretch anymore. The stretch wasn’t pleasant, that was the whole point, and you tried to squirm free. Lyney put his whole weight on your body to keep you still.

“Stop. Now!”

His command almost made you cum on the spot, and even though you were facedown on the bed, you could picture his face. Eyebrows scrunched up in anger. Fine blonde threads falling out of his braid. You almost rebelled again, just to look at him, but you felt silken ropes wrap around your forearms and knot tightly. You had no idea where the hell he was hiding those, especially in your own room, but fuck it was hot. You went limp in his arms.

“Good girl,” he cooed. He slapped your cunt hard and tears pooled in your eyes. “Are you going to struggle anymore? I’m getting tired of your games.”

“Out of stamina?” you bit back.

“You wish.” Guard down, Lyney went to bind your legs, but you flopped away, determined for a small victory. Instead of grabbing your ankles like you thought, Lyney went straight for your throat, and he sat on your thighs to keep you from moving again.

“Beg,” he commanded again, tightening his hold.

“I-I’m sorry…” you choked. The rest of your resolve evaporated, and you waited for punishment at his hand. Honestly, you didn’t put up much of a fight today, too tired from previous evening activities, and the satisfaction in Lyney’s eyes made you want to roll over and spread yourself for him. You loved the fight, loved the monster that rested in Lyney’s tortured soul. Somehow, the violent sex healed both of you.

“Do you submit?” he hissed.

“I’m…I’m sorry…”

“Do you submit?!”

“Yes…” You laid still as Lyney bound your legs to the bedposts, sweating and glowing. He won. He always did, but that never made the experience any less exhilarating.

“Good girl.” He unbuckled his pants and thrusted into you. You were drenched from your little fight, and the delicious friction almost had you cumming with a single stroke. “Is this what you needed?”

You moaned in response and tried to grind up into his hips. However, the silk ropes kept you held down tight.

Lyney caged you in his arms, and the fury in his eyes faded in a brief moment of sobriety. He slowed his frantic pace. “I love you. You’re safe with me, I promise.”

You smiled. “I know. I love you, Lyney.”

He laughed and pounded in deep, holding your hips to keep you in place. The fight was over, and all Lyney focused on was bringing you to the height of pleasure. Your lips crashed together, tongues wrestling. All the while his mantra played in your head.

I love you. I love you.

“I’m close,” you whined. With your hands behind your back, you couldn’t grab onto anything to ground yourself. You took every ounce of pleasure he gave you, quickly bringing you to orgasm. “Lyney!”

“Cum,” he whispered.

Your orgasm burned slow, starting deep into your belly and spreading to the tips of your toes. Each slap of his hips against yours sent shocks through your clit, drawing out every last tremor and milking you for every whimper and cry. A searing heat bloomed in your core as Lyney followed after, spilling his seed into your welcoming womb. He dropped on top of your chest with a huff.

“You’re heavy,” you groaned.

“Hey you’re the one who’s tied up. I could leave you here.” Contrary to his words, Lyney carefully undid your bonds and drew you tight against his sweaty chest as the mix of his cum and your slick dripped down your thighs. “How are you feeling?”

You smiled tiredly. “Happy, I think. Ready to sleep.”

Lyney ran his fingers over the weeping bites on your neck and chest, feeling guilty as he always did about marking you so. You kept telling him that you enjoyed it too, but he still flinched when he saw you wearing scarves. “I should run a bath and clean up those bites.”

He tried to move but you threw your arms around his shoulders. “How are you feeling?” you echoed.

Lyney fell silent. He fixed his pants, pulled you into his arms, and carted you off to the closest bathtub. It took you several minutes of sitting and waiting and watching the bath fill before he finally spoke.

“I’m not sure. My rage still burns within me.” He dumped you in the tub, rousing a flurry of bubbles.

“There’s no need to be angry anymore,” you pointed out. You held out your arms for Lyney to join you, but he simply sat down on the edge of the tub and played with the sparkling bubbles.

“I know, but it still consumes me.” His stormy eyes projected the dilemma that consumed him. The war between his need for further revenge and understanding that it was finally over. “I doubt I’ll ever stop seeking revenge.”

You sighed. “Then focus on us and your siblings and our future. One day, we’ll be able to raise a family in peace. We’ll be able to leave this all behind.”

“I guess so.” Lyney finally stripped down and joined you in the bath. Sitting at your side, he cupped your face in his hands and gazed into your eyes as if you housed all his needs and desires. For the first time this evening, Lyney shed a single tear. It rolled down his cheek opposite of his tattoo, and you wiped it away before it could drip into the warm bath.

“It’s okay to hurt,” you said softly. “That’s how you know you’re alive.”

“I suppose that’s true…” He scooted closer and examined the bites he left behind. Finding a sponge, Lyney carefully mopped away the dried blood and kissed every single wound, words of praise on his lips. You knew he was trying to soothe himself while also tending to your aftercare, so you took the sponge and started cleaning him instead.

“No, it’s okay! I can do that!” Lyney protested weakly.

“I don’t mind. We can wash each other.” You pulled out his braid and scrubbed the dirt and grime out of his hair, laughing when he groaned in pleasure. You didn’t regret the sex. It was a cathartic experience for the both of you. But you both needed the aftercare, and you both needed time to heal.

“Let’s go to the cafe tomorrow,” you suggested. “Just you and me.”

Lyney managed a small smile. He felt so selfish, taking what he wanted from you and then having you serve him in the bath as well. But as he studied your face, he saw the love and understanding. The experience he shared with you in the manor would forever be burned in his memory. For this night was the night that your chains were broken, signaling the start of something new.

“I’d like that.”

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You woke to the sight of scales.

You swore that Neuvillette went to sleep in his human form, so it came as a shock when you woke up surrounded in forty feet of dragon coiled around your bed. His azure scales glistened in the early morning sun, and you couldn’t resist reaching out to touch one. A single scale stretched as long as your entire hand. The touch must’ve roused him, because you noticed a giant sleepy eye blink before Neuvillette flashed back to his human form.

“That was a surprise,” you commented.

“I couldn’t help it, my love. With your current state, I find myself extremely protective of you.”

Smiling, you rubbed your soft swollen belly, ripe with your first child. Neuvillette was certain that the child would take human form, same as he was when he was born, and then grow into draconic form just like their father. You came to cherish every little kick and push of the tiny hands and feet. Likewise, Neuvillette often found himself holding and kissing your belly, waiting patiently for signs of movement and life.

“I will miss this.” Gloriously naked, Neuvillette climbed over you and pressed kisses all over your midsection. “I have never found you so attractive in the one hundred years I’ve held and cherished you. You’re about to burst…”

“Ugh, don’t put it like that.”

Laughing, Neuvillette slid his hands from your belly to your bare breasts now heavy with milk. Hunger flashed in his eyes. As your body started changing, your mate couldn’t keep his hands off you. In all honesty, the careful sex eased discomfort of pregnancy, and you found yourself insatiable as well.

“I think I know what you want,” you teased.

His lazy smile shot straight to your core. “Your pregnant body arouses me greatly. Of course, I don’t want to cause you any discomfort…”

You leaned over slowly and kissed his lips. “Just go slow, remember?”

He nodded and started stacking pillows up against the headboard for support. When Neuvillette mated you, he moved the two of you out to a quiet part of Fontaine, still relatively close to the Opera House. The manor’s bedroom was custom designed to accommodate a full-sized dragon-although Neuvillette usually took human form-and the bed was massive enough to fill the space. Minding your belly, he propped you up on the pillows and settled his head between your legs.

“You are a bit dry. Allow me.” His tongue danced across your slit, rousing you from the morning’s haze, and planting the spark the quickly grew to a fire. Neuvillette never failed to please, and your pussy wept in response to his ministrations. With the pregnancy, every sensation multiplied tenfold. Seconds of stimulation had you prepared enough to take his fingers, and you melted into a moaning mess.

“Cute,” he hummed. He added a third finger. “Tell me, how do you want me? What position is most comfortable for you?”

You blushed. He always asked, but you still found the question just a little embarrassing. Your mate often took the lead, unless you were feeling especially feisty, but as your pregnancy progressed, he questioned your comfort every step of the way. “On my side. The baby’s heavy.”

“As you desire.” He rolled you to the side before teasing your entrance with the tip of his length. “Is this okay?”

“Yes…” you breathed and he impaled you on his cock. This position prevented him from penetrating too deeply, but his length and girth provided a challenging stretch. Slick pooled between your thighs. “Move,” you gasped.

Slow and cautious, Neuvillette pumped into you. A hand reached around to grip your tit, and you were pleased to see silver claws at the ends of his fingers. His fangs skimmed across your neck, and you felt his thick tail reach over to hold up your leg, opening you further. Your body reacted to his familiar pheromones, and your climax swelled.

“You are close.” Neuvillette pulled out and moved back so he could sit up against the headboard, and prompted you to perch on his lap. “I want to watch you come apart.”

Eager and giggling, you moved over him. Neuvillette kept his hands on your hips, moving you effortlessly as you rocked back and forth. You drank in the sight of him, his shoulders flexing and rippling and his mouth slightly open. His eyes kept flickering between your face and your tummy, unsure of what he loved more, but he knew that it was all a part of you. The love of his miraculous life. The queen that would rule by his side as he judged gods and humans alike. The mother of his children.

“I-I’m…I’m gonna cum, I…” You cried as you came, digging your fingers into his arms as you clenched and creamed on his cock. Neuvillette held you upright as he followed, spilling into you with a cry of his own. His lips sought yours, and he kissed you softly until the shocks ceased and you fell limp against him.

“Beautiful,” he cooed.

You giggled again, music to his ears. You tried to climb off his lap, but it was much easier to climb on, and you ended up struggling to move. You flopped onto his chest like a seal. “Help?”

He laughed brightly and helped you off, feeling his warm seed spill out of your gaping hole. “Are you hungry?”

“Do you even have to ask?” you laughed. “Baby’s always hungry.”

“Ah yes, forgive me for asking such a foolish question.” He fetched a pair of silky blue robes, dressed the both of you, and helped you out of bed. “Come now. Let’s find you something to eat.”

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“Captain Beidou, always good to see you.” Tighnari greeted the Crux Fleet at the edge of the Avidiya Forest with you in tow, and welcomed the crew like old friends. A couple days before their arrival, Tighnari told you about all his trade dealings (sometimes questionable) with the pirates, and you were ecstatic to meet them. Upon their arrival, your eyes were immediately drawn to their intimidating and downright sexy captain, and the tranquil samurai that stood by her side.

“Who’s this?” Beidou asked, nodding in your direction. Somehow, the woman managed to haul a box that must’ve been as heavy as her. She carried it effortlessly. “You’re a cute one.”

You found yourself blushing. “A pleasure to meet you.”

“This is my partner,” Tighnari said. “I’ll leave that up to interpretation. Shall we?” He gestured to the Forest Ranger camp.

“Of course.” Beidou waved at her crew, all of which were carrying boxes and pulling handcarts. “Let’s go!”

The crew worked until the sun shed red over the horizon. After a boisterous party, from which you had to excuse yourself early, Tighnari approached you in the hut you shared together. You scribbled down the rest of your patrol notes as he entered. You expected him to start undressing, put on comfy clothes, and start grooming his tail, but instead he sat down on the chair next to you.

“What’s up?” you asked.

“I won’t be here tonight. Whenever the Crux Fleet comes by, Kazuha and I usually spend a night out in the forest consuming…dubious substances.”

You dropped your pen and raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re gonna get stoned in the forest with Kazuha all night?”

“Precisely.”

You laughed. “Sure, go ahead. It’s not like you need my permission.”

“I know, but Kazuha invited you to come along as well. We’re going to grab some camping supplies and head out soon. What do you say?”

Truthfully, it sounded like a terrible idea.

You loved it.

“Fuck it, let’s go.”

Tighnari took you deep into the forest, requiring the three of you to trek for a couple hours. By the time he decided to set up camp, the sun was long gone, and a full moon crested low in the sky. Kazuha busied himself starting the fire, and you sat down next to him, watching his deft hands pile tinder. A gentle breeze coaxed the sparks to life.

“I’m glad you joined us,” he remarked. “Since you are Tighnari’s beloved, it would be rude to exclude you from our little tradition.”

You snorted. “How long have you boys been doing this? I’ve only worked in the forest for a year and I’ve never met you.”

Finished with pitching the tent, Tighnari joined the two of you and threw an arm around your shoulders. “It’s been a long time. The Crux Fleet used to come by more frequently when Inazuma was closed. Now, since they have so much business there, they can’t visit Sumeru as often.”

“How long as it been since we first met? Six, seven years?” Kazuha mused. He kept feeding the fire until it worked into a steady flame. “I found Tighnari to be a bit of a kindred spirit, even though our personalities are quite different. Since then, we’ve always enjoyed spending time together like this. Ah, have you told her about our history at all? It would be rude to keep her ignorant.”

Tighnari waved a hand. “Kazuha and I have fucked. Multiple times, no strings attached. Of course, this happened before I met you.”

You remembered how Tighnari said something about being with a man. You always figured it was someone from the Akademiya, not a wandering samurai from leagues across the ocean. The realization coaxed a giggle. “Wow, I didn’t think you’d have enough charm to seduce someone like Kazuha,” you teased.

“Oh shut it,” Tighnari snapped, ears going flat. “I seduced you, didn’t I?”

“Yes, I would like to hear about this,” Kazuha chimed.

You recounted your tales, from the moment you started working until one fateful drunken camping trip. With a flair for theatrics, you spiced up the details as you mentioned every one of Tighnari’s fumbles and struggles. Laughing wildly, Kazuha held onto your every word. Eventually, Tighnari decided he wouldn’t take the slander and started smoking.

“I’m not dealing with this,” he huffed.

“I must say, I’m glad Tighnari found such a charming companion. I almost feel jealous.” Kazuha lit a blunt of his own and offered it to you. “Naku weed from Inazuma. A good way to start before Tighnari starts feeding us those mushrooms.”

“I remember this being your idea,” Tighnari remarked drily. “You’re the one who gets horny whenever you consume them.”

You shrieked in laughter and took a drag. The initial taste quite literally shocked you as a sharp pop danced over your tongue. However, after the first shock, you felt sweet smoke coat your tongue, unlike anything you tasted before. Sugary melon hit the back of your throat, much milder than anything Tighnari usually gave you, and when you exhaled, you were delighted to see tiny wisps of purple smoke.

“What do you think?” Kazuha asked.

“Gods, this is dangerous.”

The three of you fell into an easy banter, telling stories of Beidou’s crew and the forest rangers, and of all the adventures Kazuha enjoyed over the past year. Your life felt bland and pale in comparison to the samurai’s journeys, and you drank his tales as if they were pure water. His words spun alluring portraits of foreign countries and unfamiliar environments, which you tucked away in hopes of researching later. However, as the night progressed, and Tighnari pulled out his mushrooms, it became more and more difficult to keep any sort of thought in your brain, and you found yourself giggling and yelling at your companions.

“Wait, wait, I need to put the beacons down…” You stumbled to your pack and pulled out the security beacons. Fortunately, years of practice helped you set them up correctly. “Look! If you connect them all, they look like a fish!”

Tighnari choked on his water. “Connect what?”

“The beacons. Like if you connected them all with a stick or something they look like a fish.” You walked in a circle around the camp, pointing at all the beacons. “See, a fish!”

“I don’t get it…”

“Your vision is quite creative, but I see the outline of an onikabuto,” Kazuha remarked. He followed you in a circle, almost tripping on your toes.

“Hehe let’s make them look like Tighnari…no no no, wait we shouldn’t move them…” Giggling hysterically, you found a branch off the ground and started drawing your partner’s likeness into the dirt. “It’s okay, we can just draw him!”

Tighnari slogged over to you, plucked you off the ground, and threw you over his shoulder. He studied your drawing. “Is this how you perceive me?” he demanded.

“No, you’re a lot meaner…”

Tighnari slapped your ass hard and you howled in laughter. Managing to wriggle out of his grasp, you dashed off to the other side of the camp, knowing that Tighnari could never resist the chase. Surely enough, he bounded after you, and you shrieked and giggled as you twisted and hopped away.

“You’re not getting away!”

“What are you going to do? Put me over your knee?” You tripped over a stick and Tighnari jumped you.

“Her eyes house the spring, his voice kisses my eyelids, their joy is my bliss.” Kazuha sighed and leaned back against the tent. Watching your silly fight filled his heart, knowing that a man he loved found peace in another, just as incredible person. Lost in his reminiscing, it took him a few seconds to realize that you and Tighnari were watching him, hazy mischief in your eyes.

Snuggling into Tighnari’s shoulder, you gaze at your partner, puppy-dog eyes wide and pleading. “Tighnari, please…”

“…fine.” He flicked your nose and pushed you into Kazuha.

The samurai caught you effortlessly, not the least bit startled to find a girl in his arms. “What a lovely surprise.”

You reached up to stroke Kazuha’s cheek. “I like you.”

Kazuha’s gaze flicked to Tighnari. His friend simply rolled his eyes and waved his hand. All the permission he needed. He took your chin between his fingers and kissed you, tongue rolling against yours like the gentle waves of the sea. He kissed slowly, passionately, savoring every moment like he had all the time in the world. A stark contrast from Tighnari’s frequent nips.

You giggled when you broke apart. “You’re a good kisser.”

“I hope to impress you.” With you still on arm, Kazuha gestured for Tighnari to come closer. “What about you, my flower? Can I please you as well?”

“You haven’t changed one bit,” Tighnari groaned. Tangling his fingers in Kazuha’s white hair, Tighnari kissed him hard, his kiss all lips and teeth. To your surprise, Kazuha kept up with him, answering with a few bites and growls of his own. When they broke away, a line of saliva connecting their lips, their hungry stares turned to you.

It was so fucking hot.

“I-I’ll put out the fire,” Tighnari whispered.

“He’s leaving us alone together,” Kazuha hummed. Scooping you up, he carried you into the tent, and plopped you onto the bedrolls. “Let’s get to know each other.”

Tighnari must’ve spent his sweet time putting out the fire, because by the time he got back, you were already naked and panting in Kazuha’s arms. Your partner ducked into the tent, but didn’t immediately join you. Instead, he kicked off his shoes and outer layers, sat down in the corner, and simply watched with hooded eyes.

“Tighnari…” you called, holding your arms out to him. Kazuha had you on his lap, hands roaming your body as he kissed you softly. He was a patient lover, a stark contrast to Tighnari, and you were impatient to see how they danced together. “Tighnari, please…”

“I think I’m going to watch for a minute and enjoy the show.” His eyes dragged lazily over both your bodies. “You better get her ready to take us both.”

“Always demanding,” Kazuha sighed, nibbling your neck. “You haven’t changed in the slightest.”

“I could say the same about you.”

Eager for more attention, you wiggled in Kazuha’s arms and rubbed your bare breasts against his chest. You couldn’t fathom how those two could hold a conversation while leaving you hot and bothered. Kazuha almost appeared bored.

“Kazuha…” you whimpered.

“Hush. I see that Tighnari has been teaching you some bad habits. Does he ever make you wait, or does he simply have his way with you?” Your pretty begging must’ve pleased him to some degree however, as Kazuha’s hands traveled down to tease and pet where you wanted him most. His hands in combination with the drugs kept you on the verge of orgasm. Tighnari’s hallucinogenic treats tunneled your focus to only register immediate stimulus, no distractions or doubts, and you simply lost yourself in a torrent of sensations. “Relax and lean into me. Let me love you slowly.”

“Wait, what can I do for you?” you asked.

“You are doing enough for now.” His fingers trailed down to your other puckered entrance. “Tell me, have you ever been taken here?”

You jumped when you felt his fingers on your ass. “I haven’t.”

“Then I must be extra thorough.” Kazuha motioned for Tighnari to come over. “Will you help me, my flower?”

You snuggled into Kazuha’s chest. “Tighnari calls me ‘flower’ sometimes.”

“Does he now?” A gentle smile graced his lip.

“There is an abundance of diversity in flora. Why can’t I appreciate more than one?” Tighnari leaned in to kiss you both before placing two fingers in Kazuha’s mouth. Maintaining eye contact, Kazuha wound his tongue around the appendages, covering Tighnari’s skin in a generous coat of saliva, of which you could infer its purpose. Flipping you onto your stomach, Tighnari pushed two fingers into your ass. “This might be uncomfortable at first. Just relax.”

Granted, it wasn’t hard to relax in your current condition, but the first push immediately prompted resistance from you, unaccustomed to the intrusion. Tighnari generally filed down his claws, but you were hyper aware of how they scraped against your walls.

“How is that?” Kazuha cooed.

“It’s…good. I think. Strange…” Truthfully, it wasn’t as pleasant as conventional sex, but the knowledge that these two boys owned every part of you made you ready for more. The psychological factor was every bit as potent as physical stimulation.  “Are you going to…you know…?”

Smirking, Tighnari pulled out of you and pushed Kazuha into the bedrolls. “Get on top of him.”

Waiting just long enough for Kazuha to shed his own clothing, you jumped on top of him, but he stopped you as you tried to sink down. With Tighnari’s help, he turned you around so his now exposed cock poked at your other entrance and his chest pressed against your back.

The samurai nibbled your ear. “Our flower will knot you, so I want him in your cunt. It’ll be very intense.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Tighnari added. Carefully, he pushed you onto Kazuha’s length, and you seized Tighnari’s undershirt as he put you down. Kazuha stretched you much farther than just two fingers.

“How does it feel?” Kazuha asked. He eyed Tighnari hungrily as your partner started pulling off the rest of his clothes.

“Tight…”

“Stay relaxed,” Tighnari instructed. He lowered himself over you. “If you need to stop, tell me.”

You nodded and waited as Tighnari bottomed out inside you, breathing deeply as the two cocks pulled at your walls. His partially swollen knot brushed against your entrance but he wasn’t about to force it in. He searched your face for any signs of pleasure, but came up short. He frowned.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, kissing your forehead.

“I think I’m good? You can move.”

“I hear doubt in your words,” Kazuha said. He nuzzled your shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just a lot, but I’m okay!”

“Hmm, I think you should touch her.” Kazuha gripped your hips and held you down while Tighnari’s quick fingers worked at your clit. After a minute, the discomfort fizzled away, replaced by a low burn in the pit of your stomach. A tiny moan escaped your lips when Tighnari gave you a few shallow thrusts.

“There she is,” Kazuha purred. His mouth left blooming bruises on your neck and shoulders, and he responded to Tighnari with a couple thrusts of his own. This time, instead of your entire body tightening from foreign sensations, your cunt clamped down and demanded more.

“Faster?” you requested, shy as a dove.

“As you command.” Tighnari quickened his pace, moving in and out fluidly as Kazuha rocked you on his hips. Your adorable little sounds graced their ears, coaxing deeper and fiercer movements as your cries escalated.

“How does it feel to have us both?” Kazuha whispered. “Tell us, flower.”

Your heart stuttered at the pet name, more than happy to be shared by these two kindred spirits. “I feel…feel…”

Tighnari pressed his forehead to yours and fucked you harder, finally starting to be rough with your body the way you liked it. “You take us so well. I know you can take more.”

“Gentle,” Kazuha warned.

“Tsk, I know her body better than you do. Just as I know yours.” Tighnari reached around to pinch one of Kazuha’s dusty pink nipples, and he moaned softly.

The tiny sound sent you into a frenzy, and you ground down onto his hips. You wanted to see Kazuha fall apart, to hear your name on his lips as he spilled into you. Your movements forced Tighnari to match your intensity. He bit down hard on your shoulder, fangs drawing blood, and watched as Kazuha licked up the crimson liquid.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Tighnari breathed. He was usually the primal one, compared to the collected Kazuha, but the samurai was finally giving in to the whims of his body.

“I can’t hold back,” Kazuha whispered. His hands gripped your waist as he pushed you up onto Tighnari’s cock. They established a smooth back-and-forth, never leaving you empty. Any sort of discomfort had long vanished, and you fell into them, succumbing to the euphoric mix of stimulus that left you panting and writhing in their arms. You could feel Tighnari’s knot expanding and he teased it against your folds.

“Knot me?” you requested.

“As you wish.” Tighnari hissed as you tightened around him again. “She’s getting close…”

“Is she now?” Kazuha wrapped an arm around your hips to finger your clit. “Give us a little more. You’re doing so well.”

You cried out, on the verge of overstimulation. Kazuha and Tighnari had to hold you down to keep you in place, and you couldn’t do anything to fight the onslaught of sensation assaulting your body. They forced you to take it all. You knew that if you worked past it, release would follow, but you still struggled for some semblance of control. Anything to ground yourself.

Tighnari pressed soothing kisses onto your neck and shoulder. “Breathe, my flower.”

“It’s too much…”

“Let us take care of you,” Kazuha purred. “Relax and just feel.”

Digging your nails into Tighnari’s back, you closed your eyes and tried to lean into Kazuha’s chest, letting the pleasure wash over you like a wave instead of battling for control. Moans and whimpers spilled from your lips as you sank into these two men, allowing them to give you everything they had to offer. Soon, the climax that you were fighting started growing. A steady flame that sparked back to life.

And this time, you let it consume you.

“Is Kazuha the reason why you call me ‘flower’?” you asked, still attached to Tighnari’s knot. Although he didn’t have the same problem, Kazuha laid behind you, his body flush against yours, sandwiching you between the two of them.

“He is. Kazuha called me that ever since our first night together. When I met you, I remembered my love for him. I saw it in you.” He kissed you again right as Kazuha leaned over to scratch one of his ears.

“So you love each other? Then why aren’t you…together?”

Kazuha sighed and moved to kiss you, the ghost of his lips right next to Tighnari’s. “I am a wanderer and Tighnari has a home to protect. But that doesn’t dull our love for each other, or for others. I have the privilege of loving him and now you as well. A true blessing.”

“Huh, I never thought of it like that.”

“Look at him trying to win you over,” Tighnari groaned, rolling his eyes.”

Kazuha ignored him. “I do want to be clear that if you had chosen to stay home, I wouldn’t have laid with Tighnari. Although I love him, he chose you.”

“I know. I never would’ve assumed that.” You tilted your head back, puckering your lips for a kiss. Laughing, Kazuha obliged as Tighnari gave you a few more on the top of your head. “I could get used to this,” you sighed.

“Do you want Kazuha to be a part of this?” Tighnari asked.

Kazuha darkened. “I don’t get into relationships.”

Somehow his comment didn’t bother you. If anything, you felt blessed that a wanderer like Kazuha would find such peace in not just Tighnari, but you as well. There was a sort of beauty in knowing that even as Kazuha came and left, he would still hold a place in his heart for the both of you, and have room for many others too.

“I don’t want a relationship. I just want…you,” you said softly.

“We both do,” Tighnari added. “It’ll be just like before.”

“I’d like that.” Kazuha leaned over you to kiss Tighnari as well, before snuggling back into you. Tighnari’s tail draped around your hips, fluffy and warm, luring you into the throes of sleep. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so happy.

Wrapped in each other’s comfort, naked and at peace, the three of you laid that way until the sun came up.

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You found yourself pounding on Welt’s door late at night, burning with fever. Usually, you’d have more propriety, taking care to at least wipe the sweat off your brow, but the illness scorched you from the inside out, more intense than anything you experienced as a child. You were feeling unwell in the morning, but the shivers and fever rapidly grew as night fell. You finally couldn’t take it anymore.

Welt opened his door, glasses askew. “Yes, what is it?”

“I think I’m…sick. But I’m not sure what happened and you’re sort of the resident…smart person and I wanted to ask you what’s going on, or at least if you have medicine.”

Welt frowned. “Come in.”

You didn’t expect his room to be so…much. Welt seemed to be a simple person, enjoying the occasional luxury when he went out with the crew, but otherwise uninteresting aside from his vast knowledge. Then again, you never pried about his past. Still, nothing about him suggested that his bedroom walls would be plastered with comic strips and cartoon drawings, or that he’d have tables covered in action figures.

“Nice…robot,” you said stiffly, sitting down on a plush chair.

“Thank you. Now, tell me what’s going on.”

“Uhh…I’ve got this fever that won’t let up. Since I never left the Xianzhou, I don’t know if it’s some sort of pathogen I should be worried about because I don’t have an immunity. You think I should get tested for some stuff?”

“Perhaps. How long have you been feeling like this?”

“I felt gross this morning, but the fever got bad a couple hours ago.”

“Vomiting, nausea, cough…anything like that?”

You rubbed your belly. “Just pain. Not unbearable, but pretty bad. Maybe like a seven out of ten?”

“Hmm. Wait here.” Welt walked off and came back with a palm sized device that flipped open like an ancient cellphone. “We keep this device in the bathroom if you ever need it. It scans for common illnesses, although it’s far from comprehensive.”

You shut your eyes as the laser scanned your body. Within seconds, Welt had all your vitals pulled up on the tiny screen. “You seem fine, although yes, you do have a fever. Were you around any sick people recently?”

The door banged open and Dan Heng stormed in. His eyes settled on you and Welt. “What are you doing with him?” he demanded viciously.

“Dan Heng?” You felt your boyfriend grab your arm and pull you into his chest. The moment his skin touch yours, you moaned and pressed his face into his shirt, soaking in his scent. Your fever roared, but his touch alleviated the pain.

“Ah, so that’s what it is,” Welt mused. He took a few generous steps back. “I’m assuming your ‘pain’ is actually sexual arousal?”

Blushing, you squished your face into Dan Heng’s chest. “Yes.”

“We’re leaving,” Dan Heng snarled.

Welt sighed. “I guess the data bank is off limits until further notice.”

Dan Heng attacked you the moment you stepped into his “room.” A towering heap of pillows and blankets sat in the corner where Dan Heng usually slept, and you would’ve gone straight for them if Dan Heng hadn’t grabbed you by your shirt and bit down hard on your neck. The sudden pain should’ve startled you, but instead you pushed your body up against his and whined for more.

“Start nesting,” he commanded. “My patience is wearing thin.”

Whimpering when he shoved you away, you scrambled to do as he said in the hope that he’d start touching you again. Nesting was sacred, something a Foxian in heat always did for their mate. Dan Heng wasn’t going to take that away from you.

He paced, agitated and impatient. “I could smell you the moment I got back to the Express. Why didn’t you text me?! Why were you with him?!”

“I-I’ve never had a heat before. I didn’t know…” You almost fell to his feet and begged for forgiveness, but that would’ve stopped your nesting progress and that wouldn’t do. “I was scared! Honestly, it didn’t even occur to me. I thought I caught some foreign disease…”

Dan Heng swallowed his anger. “Hurry. Finish your nest.”

You tossed blankets every which way, but when you stood back to assess your work, your heart sank. Your mate wouldn’t be pleased with the sloppy nest. Tears in your eyes, you turned to Dan Heng. “I’m sorry…”

“I can wait,” he growled. “This is your first heat. I want you to be proud of your nest.”

Conscious of his eyes on your back, you redid your nest, selecting each blanket and pillow carefully as the heat in your stomach roared. You wanted nothing more than to strip, roll over, and present yourself, but you would endure a little longer to make him proud. After all, this would be your home for the next few days, with the exception of using the bathroom, and Dan Heng was going to attend to your every need. The least you could do was make a presentable nest.

Your partner pressed his body up against your back as you finished. “Thank you, my love.”

“Dan Heng…fuck me…” You rubbed your ass up against him, and he hissed.

“Stop that.”

His rebuke stung. “I’m sorry…”

“Strip. Now.”

You couldn’t get your clothes off fast enough. At this point, you would do anything to please your mate, no matter how filthy or debauched, just so he could touch you and alleviate the pain. The analytical part of your mind understood that your pheromones were interacting, sending him into an early rut and further enhancing your heat, but you cared little for dignity. Electric sparks crackled under your skin, fueling your need and making you twitch. Only he could fix that.

“Gorgeous,” Dan Heng whispered. He pushed you down face-first into your nest, leaving you with you ass up and open to his gaze. Slick dripped obscenely onto the sheets. “I won’t be sweet on you. I’m not holding back.”

“I don’t care. Just help me.” You yelped when Dan Heng entered you, not bothering with his fingers or tongue. Without taking the time to adjust, he set a harsh pace, already chasing an impending climax that started building the moment he saw you nesting. His draconic features manifested as he lost himself in your body.

“Fuck…let me breed you…” His thick tail came around to wrap around your waist and its scales rubbed against your clit. “So good for me…”

Vidyadhara were infertile, common knowledge to everyone in the Luofu, but your heat could still affect him. It roused his protective instincts and possessive nature, appealing to the side of him that was more dragon than man. His words sent you spiraling. “Ahh, I’m close! Dan Heng…”

“I know. Cum for me. Keep cumming. Don’t stop…”

Shuddering, you came embarrassingly fast, but Dan Heng didn’t care. If anything, it fueled the fire, bringing a moment of relief before the true storm tore through your body and consumed you both. Your body sagged, but his tail lifted you up, and he impaled you on his cock again.

“More, my love. Give me more…”

He took you in that position again, tearing orgasms out of your body one after the other. You knew your heat was going to be intense, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the onslaught of stimulus and the responsiveness of your body. Every little sensation coaxed moans and screams. Your nails tore into the sheets, and you wanted him to bite you, cum in you, give you more, more, more…

Dan Heng wasn’t doing any better. He spilled himself into you twice before flipping you onto your back.

“Say that you’re mine,” he snarled, biting down on your neck hard enough to draw blood.

“I’m yours!”

You continued like that for hours, an unyielding flood of lust and frustration where each climax only bought a brief moment of reprieve before another wave began. Dan Heng’s stamina never ceased to impress, as he took you again and again without any need to rest. Your poor sheets took the brunt of the assault. For your nest, Dan Heng gathered as many soft materials he could find, and you’d probably have to go shopping later to replace all the ruined blankets. But you could deal with that later. For now, you needed to bear the heat.

Dan Heng held your face tenderly, eyes blissfully clear. “How are you feeling, my love?”

“I feel…I need…” Screaming, you came again and fell limp in his arms.

“My love?”

You sighed against his skin and waited for your body to stop trembling. Your combined fluids coated your thighs, and your soft belly bulged out from the tremendous amount of cum poured into your greedy hole. “So tired…”

“Save your energy. When your heat starts again, you’ll need it.”

“Dan Heng…” You blinked owlishly, lust finally fading from your eyes. “I’m hungry.”

Your words made him snap to attention and immediately start combing the mess for his clothes. “What do you want to eat? I’ll make it right away.”

“Hehe, do we still have ramen?”

He didn’t tell you that even if there wasn’t any ramen on the ship, that he’d scour the Herta Space Station until he found some, and make sure it was the best damn ramen you’d ever eat. Anything for you. His mate. The love of his life.

“Chicken or shrimp?”

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You were scrubbing dishes in the sink when Gepard stormed inside and crushed you in his arms. Fury steamed off his body.

“Gepard?” you called.

“I’m sorry, my love. Today was a long day.”

You frowned. “After work, you usually come home tired, not angry. What’s wrong?”

“Just some disagreements that got out of hand. Nothing I can’t handle.”

He continued fuming all through the evening.

“Umm, Gepard?” You crawled into bed alongside him, hair still damp from the bath. Placing your hand on his chest, you sighed in relief as he snuggled into you, grateful that he felt well enough to show some outward affection. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“No, but thank you, my love. I’m anxious about tomorrow. When politicians meet to decide Belobog’s future, tempers run high. I apologize for my mood.”

“It makes sense. I just don’t like seeing you so…down.”

“I’m sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you once the discussions subside.” His hands drifted down to your hips. “I’ve been neglecting you. How long has it been? Weeks? A month? I work, come home, and pass out. And all this time, you take care of the home.”

“No, it’s okay, really! If you’re tired…”

Gepard cut you off with a kiss, rolled you onto your back, and grinned. “Let me do this. Consider it stress relief for myself as well. What do you say?”

Blushing, you looked away and voiced your request in hushed tones. “Can we…play tonight?”

Gepard’s eyes glittered. He buried a hand in your hair and tugged, forcing you to turn your head to meet his gaze. “Ask me properly.”

“I want to play, sir. I want to p-please you.”

Your partner sighed. “So shy. I don’t want you to hide anything from me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

Getting off the bed, Gepard stood up straight and barked an order. “Strip.”

You couldn’t get your clothes off fast enough. Whenever he used that voice on you, when he gave orders and expected you to obey, arousal shot through your entire body. Fabric pooled around your feet, and Gepard’s eyes hungrily raked over your naked form. “Like what you see?” you giggled.

“I’d like it more if you got on the bed and spread your legs.”

You paled. The last time he demanded that, he whipped you into submission, forcing you to cum from the pain alone. You could barely walk for the next few days. “What are you going to do, sir?”

“It’s been a while, so I’m going to help you warm up. I won’t do anything too demanding, but I still expect you to obey.”

You nodded. “I understand, sir.”

“Good girl.” He placed two fingers in your mouth. “Suck.”

Looking him straight in the eye, you lathered his fingers with your tongue, sucking and licking like you would to his cock. You pictured his thick shaft in your mouth, dribbling as you serviced him, and the image sent a gush of slick trickling down your entrance. Eager for physical contact, you found yourself chasing his touch when he pulled out of your mouth. “I want…”

“Hush. You’re being very good, but you still need to be patient.” Gepard pushed his fingers into your entrance. True to his predictions, you were tight from the weeks without him, and the twinge of pain on your face elicited a pang of guilt. “Does that hurt, love? Be honest with me.”

“A little. Can you start slow?”

“Of course.” He pressed a kiss to your lips and started to scissor you open, watching your face as his cock strained painfully against his pants. As he worked your body, Gepard saw you relax and then tense again, this time with pleasure and desperation. “How does that feel?”

“Good…I…ahhh…”

He cut you off with a third finger. He twisted his hand deep inside you, pushing you until your thighs trembled. Your cries fueled his passion, and he craved your beautiful shining tears, the ones that proved his ownership over you. He added his last two fingers and you screamed.

“Too much! It hurts!”

“Endure, my love. Keep holding your legs up. Breathe and focus on me.”

“Okay.”

The tips of his fingers pushed you open and your vision went white. He never stretched you like this, with his fingers or toys, and your whole body trembled from the torment. Your elbows ached from holding your legs, and your abdomen burned, but you wanted to make him proud. Your master. Your partner.

The love of your life.

Gepard brought his other hand to your clit. The slow circles tortured you, bringing you to the edge with the slightest stimulation. You had to hold it in-you had more control than that-but Gepard held you in the palm of his hand. “I’m so close! I’m sorry, I can’t…”

“I’ll indulge you for tonight, my love. Cum.”

Tears sprung to your eyes as your orgasm tore through you. Your cunt clenched around his hand, locking in his fingers and keeping you stretched wide. As you rode out the sensations, you felt Gepard reach up to wipe your tears away. He loved your tears. The way they made your eyes shimmer stirred something primal in him. The need to own and dominate.

He withdrew his fingers. “I think you’re ready now.”

“Wait, please!” You wailed as he plunged in. Your cunt was even tighter now that you were thoroughly spent, but your lover had no problem carving out a space for his cock. “It’s too much!”

“I expect more from you,” he growled. Dipping his head down, Gepard bit your nipple cruelly, and reveled in your screams. “Take everything I give you. What do you say?”

“Thank you…”

“Speak up.”

“Thank you, master!” There was no way you were already so close again.

Ever the attentive lover, Gepard noticed how your walls fluttered around his cock and how your fists clenched around the sheets. “You don’t have to ask for permission tonight, but I won’t stop until I’m satisfied. You can cum until it hurts…”

Gepard flipped you over, face down, ass up, and buried himself in you again. This time, his shaft hit a different angle. The exact stimulation you needed to tip over the edge again. Your knees slipped and you fell prone on the bed.

“Get up. I’m not done with you.” Despite his harsh words, Gepard lifted your head so he could study your face. Tears were still falling, but he could find the hungry tenacity that lingered in your eyes. That wouldn’t do. You weren’t broken yet.

“Yes, master.” You hauled yourself back up on your knees. “I want to be good for you, so please, please be gentle with me?”

“We’ll see if you earn it. Brace yourself, my love. We have a long night ahead of us.”

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After tripping over your stupid heels for the fifth time, you excused yourself from the socialite’s ball to pout outside in the gardens. The Family loved their pompous events. A chance to flaunt their wealth and status while also advancing Penacony’s standing around the galaxy. As the youngest member, you were obligated to attend, socialize with the elite from around the galaxy, and maintain the facade of the “beautiful dream.”

A farce.

All of it.

You kicked off your shoes in a huff. No matter how much you begged and bargained, the family would never let you leave Penacony. They kept telling you it was a phase-everyone wants to explore the stars-but ultimately you were trapped. You knew too many secrets. Even if the Family failed to keep you contained, the Harmony could easily punish your transgressions. A lose-lose situation.

“Hello, beautiful. Why the frown?”

“Stop telling me to smile,” you snarled. You glanced up, expecting to see a servant or member of the Family, but instead you beheld a…very strange man.

“Woah, sorry. Didn’t mean to cause offense. Say, do I know you?”

You studied the man in front of you for a second before dread sunk deep into your chest. The IPC ambassador. The whole fucking reason why the Family was throwing this banquet. You’d never seen Aventurine up close before, but he was every bit as dazzling as the rumors suggested.  The man in question dripped in jewels and finery and wore a perfectly tailored suit which showed off his toned physique. You hopped to your feet and brushed off your dress.

“Apologies, sir. It’s nice to meet you. My name is…”

“I know who you are. The ‘prodigal son’ so to speak. I was actually looking for you.”

Great. “What can I do for you?”

“Right now, I’m just looking for some entertainment. These events are stifling.”

“With all due respect, I know you want something from me. Why else would you seek me out?” Another person who wanted something. Secrets? Gossip? Probably the former. It wasn’t the first time you’d been approached by people and organizations wishing to unravel the secrets of Penacony.

“Right to the point. I like that. Yes, I’m looking for some very particular information.

You gave up on being polite. “What do you want?”

“The secret of the Watchmaker, of course.” Aventurine took your hands in his and kissed the tips of your fingers. “Shall we find a more intimate setting?”

“No.”

“Then allow me to make an offer you can’t refuse.” He took another step closer. Although your body demanded for you to flee, the man held you captive. “I have the ticket to your freedom. Do this for me, and I’ll take you away from Penacony. From your family. You can travel to worlds beyond your comprehension. I can make that all happen.”

“Why didn’t you start with that?” you grumbled.

“Would it be rude of me to say I was testing your character? An IPC ambassador served to you on a silver platter, with a promise of…fun activities to boot. Any member of the Family would jump at the opportunity to have such an ally in their pocket. But you outright refusing me? Seems like I came to the right person after all.”

“And how do I know you’ll fulfill any of these promises?” You might be ignorant of other worlds, but you lived and breathed politics.

“Because tonight, I’ll share some secrets with you that you can use as blackmail later. Will that be enough proof to show I’m sincere?”

You studied his face, judging everything from his upturned smirk to the amused glint in his diamond shaped pupils. Aventurine let you get closer, even placing your hand under his chin to get a better look, and you took advantage of his kindness. Everything about him suggested danger, but surely freedom was worth a little risk.

“You know, if we go back to your room now, it’ll start a lot of rumors.” You smiled lazily and Aventurine grinned widely back at you.

“Good.”

“Wow, your rooms are nicer than mine.”

“I’d hope so. I’m a valued guest.” Sauntering over to a nearby table, Aventurine poured two generous glasses of wine and invited you to sit on the couch.  Your eyes soaked in your surroundings. Of course, a massive dreampool glittered in the corner of the room, but his chambers were also outfitted with the latest technology available to Penacony. The Family enjoyed decorating rooms with vintage furnishings, adding to the overall aesthetic, but Aventurine was provided with every luxury the planet could afford. You could assume all the other IPC rooms held the same commodities.

“So, tell me about yourself,” Aventurine purred. He lounged on the couch opposite of you. He’d unbuttoned the top buttons of his suit, revealing a slip of skin and something else rather odd.

“What’s with the tattoo?” you asked, tapping your own neck. It was rather ugly, very unlike something Aventurine would put on his body, and looking at it made your skin crawl.

“Oh, that. It’s a slave mark.”

You almost dropped your wine. “You were a slave?!”

“Yes, although you could debate that I’m still one.” He laughed humorously. “The IPC liberated me and now I work for them.”

“Wait, so the IPC…wants the Watchmaker’s legacy?”

“Yes, although that’s not all. I can’t give you any more information on that, but I’m sure you understand.”

“Yeah, I get it. Large corporations and machinations go hand in hand.” Your voice dripped with sarcasm. “So, the blackmail. Give it here.”

“Oh, I like you,” Aventurine laughed. “Fine, if you insist. How much do you know about the Katica-Avgin genocide?”

Your face burned in shame. “Nothing. I’ve just heard of it in passing.”

“It’s no big deal. I figured you’re hand-fed very specific media here on Penacony. I’m one of the last Avgin survivors of that massacre, possibly the last of my race. Slave traders would pay good money to get their hands on me, especially a child blessed by the god of that world, Gaiathra-Triclops. You know my name, my face, and my employer. Is that good enough for you?”

You struggled to digest the information dump, especially when Aventurine dug up his past in such a nonchalant manner. His eyes…you knew they seemed off. Now that you finally thought about it, you realized that he possessed the trademark eyes of a Sigonian native. You dropped your scathing tone. “I’m…sorry.”

He waved his hand. “It’s all in the past now. Really, I’m just surprised that you believe me.”

“Kind of? I don’t know.” You pushed the information aside, deciding to fact check later. “You’re my best bet out of here so I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.”

“Fair enough. If it benefits me, I’ll take all the help I can get. So…now it’s my turn.”

The two of you sat for hours, exchanging questions and solutions, and building a relationship on careful trust and faith. Much to your surprise, Aventurine made you laugh until you cried, and flashed the occasional genuine smile that shot warm fuzzy feelings straight to your chest. As the hours melted away, eventually sleep began to take you. Even in your uncomfortable dress, you managed to curl up on the edge of the couch and started to nod off.

Aventurine shook your shoulder gently. “Okay, pretty girl. I think it’s time for you to sleep.”

“Oh gods, I’m so sorry!” You shook off your sleepiness and jumped to your feet. “I’ll get out of your way. You’re probably tired too.”

“Not at all. In fact, you’re more than welcome to stay.” His hand moved up to your face, and he pinched your cheek. “I’ll tuck you in.”

“No, no! I’ll go.” His face was way too close…

“Well…how about a good night kiss?” His thumb glossed over your lower lip. “Right here?”

“Oh…” Your heart stuttered. “Okay…”

He smirked. “Cute.” Pulling you tight against his chest, Aventurine captured your lips with his own, even going so far as to bite delicately when he broke away.  Instead of letting you go, he kept you close, and you bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from chasing another kiss. His lips tasted of ambrosia.

“Stay,” he requested simply.

“And what do I get out of this?” you teased.

“Oh, besides the promise of a night of pleasure, perhaps my friendship as well.”

“You would be an insufferable friend.”

“Wanna bet?”

Feeling your fatigue fade, you shoved Aventurine playfully and laughed. “Hell no, I’m not gambling with you. You know what? Persuade me. I’m all ears.”

Aventurine grinned wickedly. You could see the possibilities flicking through his mind. The anticipation of better things to come. He pushed you down onto the couch, trapped you with his knees, and kissed down your neck.

“I can promise you unending ecstasy.”

His lips moved to your collar.

“I can make you forget about anyone else who laid their hands on you.”

The top of your breast.

“I can give you something better than a dream.”

The sting of teeth on flesh.

“Let me hear my name on your sweet lips.”

“…Kakavasha.”

Surprising you with his strength, Aventurine yanked you off the couch and tossed you onto the bed. Your glittery party dress bunched up on your waist, revealing nude thigh-high stockings and tiny panties that left little to the imagination, and your partner’s eyes flew straight towards the sight. He growled and tugged at the waistband.

“Off. Now.” The command felt more like a request, as if he was checking so see if you were okay with his advances. He waited for you to lift your hips before tearing off your underclothes, and pulled up your dress to leave you exposed. “Tell me, my dear. How do you want me?”

“You said you could make me forget about anyone else. Prove it.”

“You are so fucked,” he purred. His mouth met your pussy lips, and you gripped onto your dress as Aventurine tore your body apart. Tortured cries erupted from your mouth as he nipped and sucked, holding nothing back. Whenever he noticed your attention wandering, when your eyes strayed from the view between your legs, he paused and waited for you to return your focus to him and him alone. Every second of your pleasure belonged to him.

“Fuck…you’re good at this…”

“I know.” Letting your clit go with a pop, Aventurine crawled back up your body. He tore your dress over your head and feasted his eyes on your fully naked form. “No bra?” he smirked.

“I didn’t need it with this dress.” You reached up and quickly undid the buttons on his shirt. Your hands trembled from the previous stimulation, but you managed to peel his shirt off before Aventurine grew impatient and pushed you back against the headboard. His mouth went straight for your breasts, and he left mark after mark on your silky skin. His penchant for biting and marking made you giggle.

“It’s like you want me to be all yours,” you teased.

“Because I do. You know, you’re the only person I’ve met on Penacony that I actually like.”

“What a roundabout way of giving me a compliment.” You pulled Aventurine off your chest and kissed him aggressively, your grin still on your lip. “You’re alright, I guess.”

“Let me change your mind.” Easing himself out of his pants, Aventurine dragged his cock up and down your entrance. “…may I?”

You nodded.

“Don’t be shy now. I need words, beautiful.”

“Yes.”

He pushed in slowly. “Does anything hurt?”

“No. It feels good.”

“Good. Aeons, you’re tight…” Aventurine gave you a few careful thrusts before bottoming out, groaning as he buried himself deep in your core. “It’s like you were made for me…”

“Don’t get too attached now,” you breathed. Your fingers clawed at his back, carving scarlet lines into his skin. You were surprised to see the numerous scars on his body, mostly hidden by abundant layers of clothing, and your thoughts flew back to his past. You pressed a kiss to his tattoo and he shivered.

“I like you. There’s no point in being shy about things I like.” Aventurine cradled your head in his hands and sped up, pushing your body into the mattress and up against the headboard. He sheltered you beneath his slim frame. It added an atmosphere of intimacy you never expected, something that you (quite frankly) didn’t think he would bother to create. If he was only looking for a bit of fun, it sure didn’t feel like it. He fucked you like you were the only person in the world that mattered.

You pushed at his chest. “Take off your goddamn pants.”

“Fine, fine…” Aventurine crawled off and shed the rest of his clothing.

Giggling, you jumped him, pushing him back onto the mattress and sinking deep onto his cock. You craved to see him come apart under you, to prove that you were just as capable. Pinning his shoulders down with your hands, you had your way with him, pulling out every trick in your arsenal to bring him to the edge, and it showed in the way his lip twitched and his neck flexed.

“Losing your nerve, pretty boy?”

“The view’s better from here.” He slapped your ass hard. “Come on. Show me what you can do.”

You grinned wildly and redoubled your efforts. Aventurine was more than happy to lean back and watch the show- the visual indulgences were just as arousing as the tactile stimulation-but as you started to unravel, he pressed his thumb to your clit. White hot static erupted behind your eyes. He ground his finger against the little button and drank in your moans.

“Let me see you, love.”

That was all it took for you to fall apart. The uncontrollable tremors forced you to fall onto Aventurine’s chest, gasping for air, and you felt him spill into you, his soft groans vibrating against your shoulder. His arms crushed you into his chest, and his soothing words flowed over you, settling like a blanket on your soul.

It was too much.

“Kakavasha…”

“Let me have this for a moment. Let me have you for a moment.”

“…okay.” You let him hold you. His skin from slick from exhaustion and his scars chafed, but it’d been a long time since you felt this comforted. After a minute, you reluctantly rolled off him, swiped a complimentary robe from his closet, and foraged for a water bottle. Aventurine gazed at you shamelessly with hooded eyes, lounging in his radiant nakedness, and for the first time of the night, you blushed.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you teased, tossing a water bottle at him.

He caught it deftly. “I can’t stop myself. You’re beautiful.”

“Right back at you.” You slid back into bed and Aventurine wrapped a long arm wrapped around your shoulders, like he was always meant to be there. He was the kind of comfort that you couldn’t get used to, lest someone tore it away. The kind of comfort you never found in Penacony. The question that’d been on your mind since the start of the evening tumbled from your lips.

“You want to watch Penacony burn, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I’m in.”

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This fic is getting out of hand so I'm splitting it up. Some of the chapters will stay here and others are getting their own fic

Seperate postings for Blade, Xiao, and Scaramouche up on my profile

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“Thank Ena, you’re awake.”

Waking up in an unfamiliar bed, you sat up and groggily observed your new surroundings. You were in an opulent golden bedroom, dripping with finery. Someone had put you in a gorgeous silken nightgown-one that you couldn’t recall owning-that fell across your skin in delicate layers. You spied your lover sitting at your side.

“Sunday? Where are we?”

“We’re in the Dreamscape, my love. A new Dreamscape that brings order to all of Penacony.”

“I-I don’t understand. What are you talking about?”

“You are the only person with whom I want to share this dream. Everyone else…they slumber without a care in the world. You and I will rule over them. Create a paradise for the weak.”

The puzzled look on your face elicited a sad smile. Sunday kissed you on the forehead and went on to explain everything about his grand design. He spoke of the never ending dream, millions trapped on Penacony, and Ena the Order’s rise to power. He spoke of how he vanquished the Harmony to restore humanity to the way it should be: the strong ruling the weak. The two of you would reign over your subjects and share the happiest kingdom in the galaxy.

It sickened you.

“Sunday, this is insane! What are you talking about?! And how long have you been planning this?!”

“Years. I wanted to surprise you with this. You always told me that you want to make people happy. We can do that together.”

“This isn’t happiness! You’ve imprisoned millions of people! Fuck, what about my family…?” You jumped out of bed, poised to strike, but Sunday grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his chest. Struggle as you might, you couldn’t get out of his weirdly strong grasp. Another unpleasant surprise. “Let go!”

“My love, I hoped you would understand.” Sunday kissed your forehead and suddenly the world spun in a million different colors. You went limp in his arms as your legs gave way, and his voice thrummed in your mind like an alluring symphony. Something was very very wrong.

“What’s going on?” you croaked.

“It seems like I need to help you understand. Don’t worry, I won’t harm you. You’ll just…see the world from my perspective.”

“No, fuck off…” You clawed at Sunday’s forearms, but your muscles felt like cotton candy, weightless and delicate in his hold. It’s not like Sunday was weak, but he wasn’t especially strong either. Where did this power come from?

“I love you, my queen.” His voice floated over you, ethereal and addictive.

“This isn’t right…”

“You’ll come around to my way of thinking in time.” Sunday put you down on the bed and climbed in next to you, pressing your face to his chest the way you’d done many times before. His arms felt warm. Familiar. You were right where you needed to be. Suddenly, his actions didn’t seem so wrong. Maybe there was some sort of explanation for imprisoning the people of Penacony.

No. It was his mind manipulation that elicited all these thoughts. You’d seen Sunday use Tuning before, but only on those who threatened Penacony and its citizens. He always said that he used it before both parties resorted to violence, that it was a practical and humane way to deal with his enemies. Not to be used like this.

“Stop this…”

“You will love your place in the new Order, my queen. I swear it.”

Sunday didn’t use Tuning on you very often. In fact, he seemed to like it more when you were sober, and only used his powers during your “fits,” which became few and far between. Your life wasn’t much different than before. You still roamed the Dreamscape, indulged in all the luxuries you could possibly want, and even visited your friends and family. The days bled into weeks, and you started to come around to the idea that this life wasn’t so bad. Sunday loved his people. He worked tirelessly to keep them happy.

It only took a little bit of Tuning for you to see that.

“My love?” you whispered. The two of you laid in bed, tucked in for the night.

“I’ll never tire of hearing that,” Sunday sighed. He pulled you closer and stroked your hair. “What do you want to know?”

You blushed brightly. “We haven’t, you know…it’s been a while…”

“You’ve been so upset and I wanted to give you some time. I’d never force myself on you.”

There was irony in that statement, but you couldn’t recall why. “I know, but I’m okay now. Do you want to…do you want me?”

“Not unless you’re sure.”

You frowned. “Are you mad at me? I’m sorry for being so awful to you. I think I understand your dream now.”

“I could never be mad at you. It just took some time for the emotions to fizzle out.” Pushing you onto the pillows, Sunday settled above you and started kissing down your neck. His hand found the slip of skin just under your nightgown, and he smiled when your breath hitched and your heart pounded. “Enough of this talk. It’s been a long day. Allow me to indulge myself in you.”

You giggled when Sunday’s wings tickled your collar. “How do you want me?”

“Hmm, I haven’t decided.” Smirking mischievously, he sat back on his knees and surveyed your body. His eyes brazenly wandered over you, his gaze burning into every inch of exposed skin, and you’d never felt so naked. A new commanding power radiated off his person, and you’d be a fool to say it had no effect on you.

“I want to use Tuning in you.”

Your heart stopped. “What?”

“Just to enhance your pleasure. Let me use my gifts to bring ecstasy to the most important person in my life.”

You remembered that his Tuning problematic, but you couldn’t quite remember why. He hasn’t used it on you in a long time and the memories were fuzzy. “I thought your Tuning…hurt me?”

“I don’t think it hurt you. If anything, it helped you acclimate to your new life. Don’t you agree?”

Maybe? “I’m not sure. It’s all sorta confusing.”

“I used it on you out of necessity, my love. You had such a hard time adjusting to all the changes in Penacony. I didn’t want you to suffer.” He kissed you tenderly, and you found yourself chasing his lips, desperate for another taste. “Of course, if you have any objections, I’ll oblige. You are perfect the way you are.”

His sincerity melted your heart. You were ready to say no, afraid of the consequences, but Sunday loved you. Why would he hurt you? “Maybe a little. We can try it and see how it feels. If I like it, we can keep going.”

“As my queen desires.” Pulling you close, Sunday drew his lips to your ear. His gossamer whispers traveled through your entire body, lulling you into a floating euphoria where his arousal became your own. You felt heat low in your belly, multiplied tenfold by his charm. “How are you feeling?” he asked.

“I think…I think I’m okay…” You were not okay. You could hardly string a sentence together. “It’s a lot.”

“Hmm, let’s wait until you adjust.” Sunday placed you neatly in his lap and held you tight as he cooed in your ear. Filthy promises of sweet seduction painted pictures in your head. Squirming, you fell into his words and let his tide of imagery wash over you, feeding the need that grew in your core.

“Sunday…” you pleaded.

“What is it, my love?”

“I-I don’t know…”

He laughed softly, and even that felt good. “You’re so cute. Do you want more?”

You shook your head. “I just want you to touch me.”

“Oh no. Not yet.” He bit down on the shell of your ear as his hands slid up your thighs. “Your body is so tight, and I see fear in your eyes. Let me help you.”

Your hands twisted his nightshirt. If he said you were afraid, then you must be afraid. “This just feels so strange…”

“You’re safe. Look at me, my love.” He tilted your head, and you beheld the most mesmerizing eyes you’d ever seen. “You’re simply gorgeous. I’m picturing all the debauched things I’ll do to you. I want your lips around my cock and your pretty voice crying my name. Would you like that? To serve me?”

“Yes…”

“Little love, I would give you the sweetest of rewards.” He plucked each of your hardened nipples and laughed softly when you cried out. His Tuning sank into you-he must’ve increased its power-and your body sang. The heat between your legs grew unbearable. “I would take you again and again until your body moulded to the shape of me. You will cum when I command it, and you won’t stop until I let you. I’ll fall on my knees to praise you, and you will sing so sweetly that the Aeons will cry. Would you like that?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you fell against his chest and whimpered. Each word flowed through your blood, his voice pulling you apart to strip you to your most debased self. “Sunday…”

“How I would love to have you fulfill my every wish. You’ll be so obedient, won’t you? You’d do anything to feel my tongue on your skin and my cock in your tight little heat. You need me, don’t you?”

“I-I need…”

“Cum, my love. I know you can.”

His words snapped the knot in your core, and you fell apart on his lap. Sunday held you tight, and listened with adoration as you babbled and cried before finally lifting the effects of his Tuning. As the haze lifted, you were able to wiggle up for a kiss, which he returned with tender enthusiasm. The pride in his eyes fed your soul. “I love you.”

“As do I. You are perfect in every way.”

Perfect. The word stirred something strange in you. Sunday talked ad nauseam about perfection, how the marriage of order and happiness could only be attained by those blessed to lead others. Did you argue about that today? You couldn’t remember, but you knew it didn’t matter. Sunday worked tirelessly for the good of Penacony and you wanted to slap yourself for not seeing that before.

“Come back to me,” Sunday coaxed, stroking your cheek. “You are miles away, my love. Whatever could be the matter?”

You frowned. “Are you sure that this is what you want? It must be so lonely. This perfection that you seek…it’s not possible unless you’re happy too.”

“Perhaps, but it is as the Order commands. THEY know all, and desire that I follow in their footsteps. That is the life of a pathstrider.” Sunday peeled off your nightgown and laid you back down on the bed. His own arousal stood hard and proud in his pajama pants, and he ground against you slowly. The months of abstaining from his touch caught up with you all at once, and you started mewling again. “You need not worry about such things. Let me take care of you.”

You nodded, and with a feline smile, you pawed at his clothing. After he bestowed the gift of unending happiness, the least you could do was support him and attend to his needs like a dutiful partner. You watched as Sunday pulled off his clothes with a wink, gave himself a couple pumps, and slid into you with a groan. You couldn’t believe that you denied him (and yourself) for so long when his touch felt like home. He loved you more than anything in the world. It was about time for you to reciprocate the sentiment.

Everything would be alright as long as you had him.

Chapter Text

“You look so distant. What’s wrong?” Taking Dainsleif’s face in your hands, you pulled his lips back to yours. “What are you thinking about?”

“…a friend.”

“Oh? Just a friend?”

“Yes, just a friend.” His hands skimmed over your bare skin, physically attentive but mentally far away. You didn’t blame him. Dainsleif warned you from the start that your arrangement wasn’t permanent, and that he had places to be and things to do. You would never come first, but you weren’t looking for that anyway. If anything, it surprised you how much you came to care for the mysterious man. You never expected that one drunken night at a tavern would turn into a weeklong affair, but every night he invited you back, and every night you returned enthusiastically. He spun tales of foreign lands and high stakes adventures as you basked in the afterglow, and you began to crave his stories just as much as his skilled touch. You lived vicariously through his stories until the sun came up.

“You leave tomorrow, don’t you? Where are you going?”

“Sumeru.”

You walked your fingers up and down his spiderwebbed chest, tracing blackened veins and throbbing blue lights. His exquisite body captivated you when he took all those traveling clothes off, and you spent hours simply ogling him. While his right side appeared human enough, his left side spoke of worlds untold. “That’s a long ways from here. If you ever find yourself in Inazuma again, make sure to visit. It’s not like I’m going anywhere.”

“I can smuggle you out of the country if you want.” It wasn’t the first time he breached the subject. With your Vision imprisoned in some giant statue and the country locked down, you really didn’t have any options. You’d leave for Sumeru in a heartbeat if you could, with or without Dainsleif, but you couldn’t leave your family behind.

“You know I can’t. But thank you.” You kissed him on the cheek affectionately, and Dainsleif interpreted that as an invitation to push you onto your back and seek more.

“Forgive me, but I’m not done with you yet.”

You grinned. “Apology not accepted. You can do better than that.”

Laughing softly, Dainsleif dipped his head into your collar and began leaving purple bruises, adding to the already impressive collection on your skin. His cock hardened again, full and thick against your thigh, and you reached down to stroke the velvety head, slipping your thumb just under the tip the way he liked it. It was strange to know someone without knowing them. To touch their soul without knowing even a last name or hometown. You knew Dainsleif hailed from beyond Teyvat, but that didn’t matter now. His breath on your skin and his heart pounding in his chest all felt so real.

He pushed two fingers into your still dripping pussy. “Archons, you’re so much tighter now…”

“Consider it your reward for a job well done,” you teased. You guided his cock to your entrance, your channel already lubricated with your shared fluids, and he throbbed in your hand. “Now are you going to fuck me or not?”

“Is that a challenge?” Dainsleif pinned your hands over your head and plunged in deep, forcing your walls to open up and accept his cock. Your cunt clamped down like a vice, inflamed by the overstimulation, but he coaxed your muscles to relax with languid thrusts and tender kisses. He needed to see you come apart on him again. Another memory that he could store for a rainy day. “How does that feel?”

“Oh you care now? I remember earlier…”

“I was going to be gentle with you,” he growled. Dainsleif snagged your bottom lip between his teeth, halting your feisty remarks. “Do you want me to destroy you?”

“Please, I’d like to see you try.”

He laughed darkly. Biting down on your throat, Dainsleif pounded into you, casting aside decorum and restraint. He was chasing his own release, using your body as a simple sleeve to claim as his own, and you needed him to fill you until you overflowed. You teased him often-it was too easy to rile him up-but you found that enduring his passion was another matter entirely. He fucked you as if the coming sunrise would usher in the apocalypse, and maybe in his situation, it would. You never asked.

“Dain?” you whispered.

“Yes?” His fingers gripped your wrists until they bruised.

“…nothing.”

He paused his movements. “Talk to me, my love.”

My love. Do people really fall in love so fast? If so, you were guilty as well. “Kiss me.”

He devoured your lips, a brutal kiss of tongue and teeth. A kiss that screamed for impossible closeness. You loved the way he kissed. Any sort of short and teasing motions quickly evolved into tempered savagery and his all consuming touch drowned out the world around you. His powerful movements seared your skin as a mantra echoed and multiplied in your head.

I’m yours. I’m yours.

It took you a second to realize you were responding to his own words.

“Mine,” he growled. “I’ll make you mine.”

He said those words after the third night, when you came to his room sober. At the time, it startled you, but now you craved those moments when you held his full attention. You could tell that he sought more than just escape in your body. Something that went unsaid.

A lie spilled from your lips. “You don’t have me yet.”

Dainsleif flipped you over brutally, slamming you down hard enough so that your body bounced on the futon. One hand found the back of your neck and he shoved your face down onto the cushions, shoving his cock back into you with enough force to make you cry out. He savored the sweet sound for a second before pushing two fingers into your mouth. “Lying doesn’t suit you.”

You choked as his digits held down your tongue, no longer able to protest or tease as he took you again and again. With the new angle, his cock bruised a soft spot deep in your walls, and you dripped obscenely over the already soiled blankets. Still sensitive from previous rounds, you were ready to cum again. Surely after spending hours inside of you, he had to know. You didn’t need to convey that with your words.

“You’re perfect. You take me so well. Too bad you’re such a brat.” He punctuated his words with another harsh thrust. “You’re going to cum again and again until you can’t take it anymore, and then we’ll do it all over again.”

You almost fell slack on the covers, fighting tooth and nail to keep your orgasm at bay. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction. Not yet. Fighting back meant that you could keep going, that the night was still young and you had all the time in the world. It meant that when the sun rose, Dainsleif wouldn’t disappear like a sakura in the wind.

Such a stupid fantasy.

“Don’t hold back,” he snarled. “Cum!”

“Dain…”

“Now.”

You had no idea how much time passed before you ended up in a bathtub with Dainsleif affectionately washing your hair. After a thorough fucking, you couldn’t even walk by yourself, so he attended to your every need. You couldn’t remember the last time someone treated you with so much care. Your heart pulsed painfully, and slivers of regret wormed their way into your mind. You told yourself that you wouldn’t get attached.

Too late for that.

“I…have a request,” Dainsleif said hesitantly.

“Oh? You have the energy to go again?”

He laughed softly and kissed your forehead. “No, not that. Something a bit more personal.”

“Umm, sure. What is it?”

“Before I go, will you take me to your favorite restaurant in the morning? I’d like to see you at least once in the light of day.” He started rinsing the suds out of your hair, forcing your eyes closed so you couldn’t see his face. However, you could hear how he measured his tone, similar to the way you would’ve done if you offered a similar proposition, and you tried to close your heart.

“I…I don’t know…”

“I understand.” He brushed out the rest of the bubbles. “Forget I said anything.”

Your dam cracked just a little. “Dain…I like you. A lot. I just don’t want to make it harder to say goodbye.”

Dainsleif pulled your back against his chest, conveniently keeping his face out of your sight. “I’ve been traveling for a long time. You’re not the first lover I’ve taken, and you won’t be the last.”

“Well thanks…” you grumbled.

“Let me finish.” He cupped your face in his hands and kissed you sweetly. “One day, after all this is over, I’m going to walk this land again and enjoy all the little things I had to ignore in pursuit of my goal. I don’t know how long it’ll be before I can do that, but I think that if I saw you again, I would be very happy. I understand if you want to clean up and go our separate ways, but I know that I would regret it if I didn’t ask.”

“Oh.” The two of you sat in the bath in heavy silence, touching just enough to feel far away. The silvery blue glow under his skin reflected off the surface of the soapy water, casting an ethereal glow over him: a reminder of the worlds between you. Maybe in another life, this tryst could’ve evolved into something more. You could see yourself bringing Dainsleif home to meet your parents, or taking him out to see the fireworks in the summer. But that wouldn’t come to pass. You had to cherish every fleeting second and hold it as a precious memory.

“There’s this udon place close to my house. It’s right by Shimura’s. We can go there before you leave.”

You didn’t need to see him to know he was smiling. “I’d love that.”

Chapter Text

You woke to the sound of shouting.

“I can’t have you disturbing her, your Grace. My patients are my priority and I won’t hesitate to tranquilize you if you cause trouble.”

“Dammit, Sigewinne, I just need to know if my assistant is okay.”

Wriothesley? You scrambled out of the infirmary bed and over to the door, your head spinning with every step. The pain…fuck, the pain. It tore your belly open and sent slick dripping between your thighs, demanding that you find an Alpha before it consumed you entirely. And he was right there on the other side of the door.

You grabbed the handle and your heart stopped.

Locked.

No, no, no… “Alpha!” you cried. “Help me!”

“Open the door,” Wriothesley shouted. “Fucking hell, I only need to see her once. I’m not going to stay.”

“She was already assaulted once by a prisoner here. I won’t let it happen again, even if it’s you, Your Grace.”

“Please…” you whimpered. You tugged furiously at the door, but it wouldn’t budge. Your Alpha was right there… “It hurts…it hurts so much…”

“Omega.”

Your body stilled. Wriothesley only ever called you by your name and never addressed you by your biological disposition. “Yes, sir?”

The authority in his voice forced you to cling onto his every word. “I know that you’re in heat, but I need to know. Did that man hurt you?”

“No, sir. Sigewinne shot him before he could do any harm.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. “Good. I need to stay away from you, but I’m leaving Sigewinne with my coat if you need it. My scent should keep any other Alphas away, and it could take the edge off the pain, if you desire. If you need anything, you will tell Sigewinne and your message will reach my ears.”

“Please don’t go…” you whispered.

“I want to stay, but I won’t take advantage of you like this.” You could feel his hand on the door, and you pressed yourself up against the wood, pining for his elusive touch. “I’ll be back tomorrow to check in on you.”

“No, please no…” You wanted him with every fiber of your being. Even with your raging heat, you wanted nothing to do with the other Alpha who broke into the infirmary and tried to take you. But you belonged to Wriothesley. Your master. Your Alpha. “Don’t leave me!”

“I won’t leave you. We just need to be apart for now.” In the same way his authoritative tone forced compliance, his words of comfort quelled your fear. “I will see you soon, my Omega.”

You spent the whole day wrapped in Wriothesley’s coat and trembling with fever. It didn’t matter how many times you tried to get yourself off. It never worked, and if anything it stoked the raging fire in your belly without any chance of putting it out. Ever since you were appointed as Wriothesley’s assistant, you took your heat suppressants diligently, constantly fearful of this exact situation. But you knew why they wore off, and you were certain that he knew it too.

A compatible Alpha.

“The only person here today is Wriothesley’s assistant. You shouldn’t have to worry about much tonight.”

Sigewinne’s voice. She must’ve been trading shifts with the other nurses. None of them used that damn tranq gun.

Which means you could escape.

After waiting a few minutes, you started pounding at the door. “Help! Please I need help!”

The assistants dashed to the door. “What’s wrong?”

“I think…just, something’s wrong.”

You heard the lock click open, and you wasted no time dashing out, shoving the medics inside and slamming the door for a good measure. You knew it locked from the outside, and you’d apologize tomorrow, but you couldn’t deal with the torture any longer. Not when you had a solution only a short run away.

You tore through the Fortress, terrified that another Alpha would scent you. Wriothesley’s jacket would most likely hold them at bay, but being an unmated Omega in heat posed multiple dangers to your safety. The Alpha that attacked you was confined to a cell, but any of the guards…

Someone grabbed you around the waist and you screamed.

“How did you get out of the infirmary?”

Wriothesley. “Sir, I…”

Wriothesley scooped you up in his arms and carted you off to his office, making sure to lock and bar the door for a good measure. Anyone could track your scent. He’d have to call a few Betas to scrub it out. “How did you escape?” he demanded.

“I sort of…trapped the nurses inside my room.”

“You…what?!” Groaning, Wriothesley grabbed the phone off his desk and dialed the guards on duty. You heard him bark a few orders, but none of the words made any sense. It was his tone, the way expected immediate compliance, which made you want to fall to his feet and beg. Still, you were trying to impress him. You could show a shred of restraint.

“Thank you. Please get this done as quickly as possible, and extend my apologies to the nurses.” After hanging up, Wriothesley dropped the phone on his desk and sighed. “You are quite troublesome.”

Your heart shattered. “I’m sorry, sir! I’ll go back! I didn’t mean to cause any problems or…”

“I’m more worried about you. You ran through the Fortress in heat, knowing damn well that there are several Alphas of questionable character lingering around.” Wriothesley tugged at his collar and took a very deliberate step away from you. “Listen. I downed a ton of suppressants since I last saw you, but those are going to wear off quickly if you stay close to me. We’re too compatible for those medications to do anything. If you leave now, I won’t chase you, but I won’t say the same in a few minutes.”

Panic rose in your chest. “Please don’t send me away.”

“Do you want to stay?”

“More than anything.” You drew his coat around your shivering body. “I want you to be my Alpha.”

“Fuck…” Wriothesley extended his hand. One last chance to back out. “Will you share your heat with me?”

“Yes. Oh gods, yes…” You took his hand and Wriothesley swept you into his arms, shedding the last of his inhibitions.

“Then, come with me, love. Let me take care of you.”

“Ahh…sir, please I need more! Please take me!”

He scissored his fingers in deeper. “I will, my love, but I need to prepare you to take my knot. Please be patient. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You melted. Wriothesley never ordered you, always careful to shape his words to be requests, not commands. He understood his power over you, especially in your vulnerable state, and tried his best to adjust. Every now and then, you caught a flash of guilt on his face, and the occasional apology slipped from his lips, but you were too pent up to focus on any of that. You swept his apologies away with sweet kisses.

“Okay,” you breathed. “I love you.”

He shuddered. It was just the heat. He called you “love” but that didn’t carry the weight of those three little words. The words that fell from your lips every so often that made his chest twist in pain. His own rut raged against the suppressants. It wouldn’t be long before his instincts overtook the medications, and you had to know how much he cared before he lost himself the faults of his own body. “My adorable little assistant,” he mumbled. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this.”

Your body reacted instantly to his words. Grinding down on his fingers, you whimpered and gasped, trying to press your entire body up against his. “I want your knot.”

“I know, love.” Wriothesley pushed you up onto his pillow and burned kisses over your stomach, trailing down until he reached where you wanted him most. “You’re so tight. Have you ever shared a heat with an Alpha before?”

You shook your head. “Not with a Beta or another Omega either.”

“So I’ll be your first.” And only. He suppressed the thought. You could have whoever you wanted.

Still though, the Alpha in him was pissed.

“Yes, but…ngh!” Wriothesley’s mouth covered your clit and you cried out.

“But, what?”

“I’ve only ever wanted you.”

“Fuck…” he groaned. He could think about all the implications of that statement later. Intent on preparing you thoroughly, Wriothesley worked your sensitive nerve with his tongue, wedging in another finger when you finally relaxed enough to accept it. His digits slid against your walls, finding lovely sweet spots that you didn’t know you had, and you cried and moaned as he explored every inch of your untouched body. You only ever had one heat-your first one as a teenager-and it was a miserable experience. Since then, you took your heat suppressants religiously. But if sharing a heat with an Alpha felt this good…

Then you were so fucked.

“You’re bleeding. Are you hurt?”

“No, sir.” You didn’t even notice. “I want more…please.”

The clarity in your eyes soothed him. Over the years, Wriothesley had shared multiple ruts and heats with various partners, but he found this one to be different. Instead of tearing you apart, his impending rut urged him to be careful, to fulfill his duty as a loving partner before having his way with you. His actions guided you through your heat-induced haze, and enabled your ability to communicate clearly. Most of his other partners shriveled in fear when he questioned them (albeit unkindly) and he relished it. Not you. He couldn’t do that to you.

“Of course, love. You will cum on my tongue.”

The first command of the night. After mere seconds of stimulation, the knot in your tummy burst. Wriothesley drew out your orgasm masterfully, pulling tremor after tremor from your body, as words of love and affection fell from your lips. You loved him, you loved him…

“So responsive,” he mused. “Your body reacted instantly to my command, didn’t it?”

You nodded, cheeks pink with embarrassment.

“Then I must be careful.” Crawling back up your body, Wriothsley kissed your lips tenderly and shed the rest of his clothes. He let you get an eyeful of his cock before taking your hand and guiding it to the hard flesh. Your fingers wrapped around him, just barely connecting, and you ran your hand down until you grasped what you wanted more than anything. His heavy knot pulsed against your palm and you pictured yourself fucked out and stuck to him, sobbing in delight as he held you close and showered you with praise. You’d give anything for that. Wriothesley held you in the palm of his hand.

“Please,” you whispered.

“Anything you desire, love.”

You tried to turn over and present yourself to him, but Wriothesley caught your arm before you could move. His motions shocked you. An Omega was expected to offer themselves in that manner, showing off their wide open hole to be used by their superior partner. Why would he stop you from opening yourself up to him? A tiny whine escaped your lips.

“On your back,” he prompted. “I want to see your face.”

“Oh, okay.”

The moment your propped up your knees so he could access your cunt, Wriothesley’s rut slammed into him full force, tearing through his meticulously crafted restraint. He slid in and bottomed out in one smooth motion, taking advantage of how he prepared you so thoroughly. His knot teased your entrance, carrying the promise of his seed. His pups. The thought sent your reeling.

“Fuck me,” you pleaded. “Please fuck me!”

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he groaned. His hips snapped against yours, pushing up against your clit as his pheromones crashed over you in waves. You no longer had to bury your face in his neck to get a face-full of his scent. It perfumed the entire nest, sunk into your skin, and shredded your mind, urging you to lean your head back and present your own scent glands to his waiting teeth. You knew Wriothesley wouldn’t mate you, not during the first heat, but you couldn’t suppress your instincts. The hungry gleam in his eyes was enough to fill you with satisfaction.

“My little mate,” he crooned. He bent down to lap his tongue across your scent glands, sending you into another spiraling orgasm.

I’m his mate. He said I’m his mate. “Alpha…”

He skimmed his teeth over the top of your breast. Not over the scent gland, but still very visible. He refused to mate you until at least the second heat, but he’d be damned if he couldn’t leave his mark. “May I?”

“Yes! Gods, yes!”

His teeth sunk into flesh and you screamed, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes and onto the plush pillows. He soothed the bite with his tongue, mopping up the tiny trickle of blood, and waited until you settled against him. With all your heightened senses, the pain was elevated tenfold, but you still glowed with pride. The pain meant nothing as long as you pleased him.

“Beautiful,” he breathed. Wriothesley started again at a breakneck pace. His muscles flexed and tensed, treating you to a lovely eyeful of his strong body, and you found yourself still offering your neck despite the bite. It wasn’t enough to have his mark. You needed to be his.

“I need…I want…”

He laughed softly. “Soon, my love.” Wriothesley gestured for you to put your arms around his neck before hauling himself to his knees. The position pushed your entire weight against his knot. Your cunt soaked it in slick, and only the sheer size of the swollen appendage kept it from simply getting sucked into your heat. It was going to hurt, but you didn’t care.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“More?”

He nibbled on your ear. “You are insatiable. My greedy little Omega.” Holding you as if you weighed no more than a kitten, Wriothesley lifted you up and down on his cock, pushing his knot deeper with each thrust. He was trying to open you up to take his knot as painlessly as possible, but you wanted him to just shove it in, stuff you with his seed, and lay claim to your body. Your orgasm approached quickly, spurred on by his powerful movements and sugared words.

“Sir, I…I want your pups! Breed me, please!”

“Is that what you want? Do you want to be a mother?”

“Y-Yes. Please, I need you!” Where were these words coming from? Your heat drew these statements out of you without any regard for personal dignity. Wriothesley ate up your desperation, turning your words into fuel for the ever growing fire. “Cum inside me! I want your cum, I want it so much…”

“Hush, my love,” he cooed. “I’ll give you everything you could ever want. Are you ready for me?”

“Alpha, please…” Your impending orgasm loomed like the afternoon sun, but you weren’t going to cum without his knot. Your Omega body craved it and refused to give you any relief without it. “It hurts, it hurts…”

“Breathe,” he whispered. Slowly, Wriothesley lowered you onto his knot, giving time for your walls to expand to accommodate him. His fingers did precious little to prepare you, and you whined and thrashed as he pushed you down. His knot was easily the size of his fist, and although you were salivating before, Wriothesley still had to force your virginal body to accept him. You bit down hard on his shoulder as you managed to take the thickest part of him.

“Good girl,” he murmured, brushing your tears away. “You’re being so good for me.”

“Cum inside me? Please? I want…I want…”

Wriothesley bottomed out inside you and you cried out, finally giving you what you wanted for the past day. Your body reacted right away. Your cunt clamped down on his knot and you came hard without further stimulation, triggered simply by his knot nestled in your heat. Mewling, you clawed at his back as Wriothesley brought his fingers to your clit, coaxing you through every second of your pleasure.

“Do you want my cum?” he growled, drawing out your climax.

“Please…please…”

“Then take it!”

Your head poked out of the nest, hair tousled from your nap. “Where did you go?” you inquired.

“Sigewinne brought you some food and birth control.”

You frowned. “I don’t want the birth control.”

He didn’t either. “You don’t have to take it now.”

“Okay.” Wriothesley settled in next to you, and you wasted no time snuggling up to his bare chest and rubbing your nose against his scent glands. “Did she bring her weird food?”

“Yes, but I contacted the cook and he’ll bring something else.” He ran his fingers through your messy hair, smiling affectionately when you started purring again. “She brought some other stuff besides her usual monstrosities. Fresh fruit and lots of water. You should eat.”

Your body reacted to his command, but you still didn’t like the idea. Your nap helped you recover from the intensity of sex, but now you were ready to go again. Because Wriothesley so dutifully attended to your needs, you weren’t in any pain, but arousal smoldered inside you. It wouldn’t take much for those embers to become a flame. “Knot me?”

“You just woke up. Can I convince you to eat first?”

You shook your head. “More knotting.”

When he said your name, Wriothesley’s voice had an edge. A warning full of his Alpha authority. “You need to eat.”

Your body stilled and your eyes filled with tears. “Please don’t be mad, sir…”

“I’m not mad. I just want you to have enough energy so you don’t faint when we start again.” You were already trembling. The next wave of your heat could crash down at any second, even though you just woke up. “I won’t force you to eat Sigewinne’s abominations, but at least have some of the fruit and lots of water. If you sit on my lap, I’ll feed you.”

That was acceptable. You hopped on top of him, all smiles and giggles. Although you wanted to wolf the food down, Wriothesley forced you to pace yourself, promising all the sin you could ever want as long as you ate everything he offered. He praised you for every bite and showered you with kisses.

“I’m so happy that you’re eating. I need you to be strong.”

“If I’m strong, can I have your pups?”

“…listen, love.”

Your eyes immediately snapped up to his face. “Yes, sir?”

“When your heat passes in a few days, I want to properly court you. I’ve already made arrangements for you to start working under Neuvillette so we can start our courtship immediately. I feel…conflicted about how this all happened.”

Your heart stopped. “You regret this?”

“Not at all! I just wish that we were able to talk this through beforehand. But I’ve treasured every moment with you, and I hope to have many more.” He saw all the signs. The abrupt start of your heat, the way you responded to his commands, and the way you rejected the other Alpha all pointed to the same possibility. The two of you were overwhelmingly compatible.

Meant to be.

“During our courtship, I’d like for you to go off your suppressants and wear scent blockers instead. That way, when your heat starts naturally, I can mate you if that’s what you desire. What do you think?”

Wriothesley could’ve commanded you to do anything. Even mate with him at that very moment. But he wanted to take it slow, to do things properly, before he truly made you his. After hearing so many traumatizing stories from other Omegas, the way he treated you was a dream come true, and you weren’t about to take that for granted. Even with your heat-addled brain, you could still understand. His tender words guided you to clarity, coaxing you away from your primal instincts and back into sobriety.

“I’m sorry for telling you that I l-love you.”

“You remember that?”

“Yeah. It was probably out of line. I don’t want you to feel trapped or anything.”

“Hmm.” He popped another piece of fruit in your mouth before helping himself to a bite. His slightly sticky fingers ran along your bare stomach as you hung in the uneasy silence. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking. When he spoke again, he talked slowly, choosing every word with care. “I don’t feel trapped at all. I loved you as my assistant, and now I have the opportunity to love you as my Omega.”

“Sir, you don’t have to say these things if it’s just to comfort me.”

“No, it’s all true. I desired you ever since we met, but I also saw that you’re smart and competent as well. It’s a privilege to share your heat with you, and it’ll be a privilege to love you as long as you’ll have me.”

Warmth spread from your chest to the tips of your toes, and you threw yourself into him for a passionate kiss. Weaving his fingers through your hair, Wriothesley responded enthusiastically, a smile stretched wide across his face. It was a messy kiss of tongue and teeth and a few giggles that bubbled from your lips. You could see this unconventional start turning into something beautiful. A new life with an incredible love.

However, your heat still demanded attention, and the kissing did precious little to help with that. “Did I eat enough? I want more knotting.”

“Fine, fine.”

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“Sir, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to…”

“Stop talking.” Moze grabbed your throat, eyes alight with fury. “You weren’t focused. I expect you to give me all of your attention. Do you understand? I forgave you twice already.”

“It won’t happen again, I swear!”

“Shut up.” Still holding you by the throat, Moze dragged you off the bed and up against the wall, where he fastened you to the chains that hung as permanent fixtures. “I’ve been repeating myself all night, trying to be so patient with you, but you’re distracted. What are you thinking about?”

“I’m sorry…”

“Answer me.”

You deflated. “I’m just worried about so many things right now. Work, family…everything.”

Sighing deeply, Moze moved towards the dresser and started rifling through your favorite drawer. “When we are together, you keep your focus on me. It’s your responsibility to obey and my duty to take care of you. If you’re having these thoughts, then I’ll purge them from your mind.”

Your heart fluttered. “Moze, you don’t have to…”

“Hush, love. You still have a punishment to endure.”

“Y-Yes, sir.” You swallowed hard as Moze wrapped a silken blindfold over your eyes and tried your best to relax. Usually, he loved making you watch his punishments, inflicting perverse embarrassment in addition to the painful physical sensations. “Sir, I…”

“Are you scared?” he purred.

“A little, sir.” His fingers walked across your stomach and you shivered. “Is this going to hurt?”

“Of course it will,” he scoffed. After a few seconds, you felt a cool silicon toy at your entrance. You were plenty wet from his earlier actions, but when he pushed it in, it still introduced a challenging stretch. Just enough to be uncomfortable. Your pussy drooled around his wrist. “I’m going to prepare you,” he continued. “But this isn’t supposed to be pleasant.”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry…” He pumped the toy in and out of your tight heat, and once you finally grew accustomed to it, he swapped it out for a new one. This one tore you apart. Moze forced the new toy inside you, ignoring you as you wailed and screamed. You had no doubt that you were bleeding-not that it ever stopped Moze before-and he kept pushing in until it could go no further. You couldn’t remember owning a toy of this size. He must’ve been saving it for a time like this.

“Color?” he murmured.

“Green.”

“Good girl.” The telltale buzz of your vibrator resonated in the quiet room for just a second before he pressed it to your clit. Your cunt clamped down on the toy, giving way to a whole new wave of delicious pain as your body fought the intrusion. It hurt like hell. You could feel Moze’s sadistic grin against your cheek as he twisted the toy further inside.

“Does it hurt?” he breathed.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. A little pain will get you to behave.”

Your hands twisted your bindings as Moze ramped up the vibrations, prompting your heat to clench tighter and tighter. The pain held your orgasm at bay. If the toy was any smaller, you’d already be cumming, but it simply hurt too much to provide enough stimulation. You couldn’t figure out if he was intentionally withholding your climax or if this was all just part of the torture. “Sir, I can’t…”

“Don’t talk back to me. Focus. Does it feel good?”

“I-I think so…” When you focused, you could look past the pain. The vibrator offset the obscene stretch, and you narrowed in on that sensation until it was all you could feel. Much to your delight, pain rapidly dissolved into pleasure and you mewled when Moze gave you a little more pressure.

“There she is,” he whispered. “See what happens when you pay attention to me?”

“I-I…I want…” You yanked on your chains, feeling the bite of the leather on your wrists. Although you could feel his familiar hands and hear the comforting cadence of his voice, you had to see him and the pride in his eyes. The validation from your master. “Please, I want to see you!”

He didn’t answer, and you couldn’t see the (undoubtedly smug) look on his face. Instead, he ramped up the vibrator to its highest setting and let you cope on your own. You fell limp in your chains-another impolite slight worthy of punishment at Moze’s hand, but he seemed all too happy to hold you this time. Your gut cramped as Moze ground the toys against your most sensitive parts, and you could feel yourself getting pushed closer and closer to the edge.

“Sir, please…”

He stopped.

“…no, wait! Sir, I’m sorry!” What did you do this time…?

He laughed softly, untied you, and carried you back to bed, where he laid you down as carefully as he would a flower. Kissing you tenderly, he peeled the blindfold off, and you could see that he was gloriously naked, the perfect visage of what you wanted all night. You saw the warm pride in his eyes as he climbed over you. “You did so well. Can you give me a little more? Let me give you everything you deserve.”

“Please, sir, I’m so close! I need you!”

“Greedy brat.” He easily slid into you and you sobbed. His cock stretched you perfectly, better than any toy, and you snuggled into his familiar touch. His motions were fluid, methodical, and the feel of his skin sliding against your own was intoxicating. He worked you to a mewling mess, caressing your face and whispering words of praise. “You’re so pretty, my love. Let go. I’ve got you.”

You fell apart at his words, mewling and crying as he coaxed you through every delightful tremor. His languid thrusts pushed your body to its limit, but you weren’t going to be satisfied without his seed filling you until you overflowed. Moze brushed the tears from the corner of your eye. He wasn’t about to stop when he hadn’t reached his own pleasure, and even though exhaustion weighed heavily on your body, you were going to give him everything you had left.

“Moze…”

Gazing at you with boundless affection, your lover released your chains and held you tight as you tumbled into his arms. The blindfold slipped from around your eyes. “Do you need to stop?”

You shook your head. “I want your cum.”

“You will.” Moze destroyed your body, taking everything he wanted without a shred of restraint. Soft locks of lavender hair fell over your face as he pressed his forehead to yours. He wasn’t going to last long. You could see it in his eyes and hear it in his haggard breaths. The sight of your broken body must’ve been enough to get him going.

“Moze, I…” You pushed at his chest and he stopped.

“What is it, my love?”

“I want you like this.” You rolled over onto your tummy and spread yourself for him. The smooth expanse of your ass begged for flaming red scars, and if you hadn’t received enough already, Moze would’ve dug out your whip just for his viewing pleasure.

Another time, he mused. You were fucked out and drooling as is. He knew you couldn’t endure much more, so he chased his own release fervently, fantasies of your broken body racing through his head like a stop motion film. At one point, Moze had cursed himself for being insatiable, but once he found you, he laid those feelings to rest.

You were just as bad.

After a moment, he heard your sweet voice, muffled by the layers of blankets. It took him a second to understand the words you spoke into the sheets.

“I love you, Moze. I love you…”

“I know, pretty girl. I love you too. Fuck, you feel so good…”His thrusts grew erratic as he claimed you over and over again. You belonged to him, in mind, body, and soul. “You’re mine. I’m going to fill up this pretty cunt.”

For the second time that night, an orgasm wound tight in your belly, begging for release. Any doubts about your attention were laid to rest as your eyes glazed over and adorable whimpers came through the sheets. You couldn’t even conceive a thought outside of your immediate pleasure. “Moze, I’m close…I’m close!”

“I know…fuck! Take it all!” Moze bit down on your neck as he came, his teeth drawing a small mouthful of crimson as your scream reverberated through his body. He loved your pain, but he loved your pleasure more, and this fucking was a primal mix of both. Always one step ahead, Moze’s mind spun with new ideas, new ways to torture you into bliss, but those would have to wait.

You were still coming.

“Moze…” you pleaded weakly. “Moze, please…”

He understood your request without words. Situating himself back onto the bed, he scooped you into his arms and helped you work through the aftershocks. He could feel your pulse throughout your entire body and how your body jumped in time. That rarely ever happened.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry…”

The tears weren’t new-in fact he expected them today-but your frantic blubbering scared him. “What’s wrong, love? Did I hurt you?!”

“I’ve been so scared lately. You keep going on all these dangerous missions and I’m safe behind a desk. What if you don’t come back? I don’t think I could deal with it!” Shuddering, you crushed your face into his chest and cried, the high of your orgasm clashing with the fear simmering under the surface. “I love you, Moze.”

Oh. He had sensed your anxiety over the past few weeks, but he didn’t realize how much his job actually impacted you. When he traveled to the Luofu a month ago, Moze made it clear that you would stay behind in case Hoolay escaped (which he did), and that you would wait for his return. Jiaoqiu lost his eyesight and the General became the head of the Borisin pack. Of course you’d be scared. “Don’t apologize. We should’ve talked about this. That’s my fault.”

“I can’t lose you.” His words and touch reined in the tsunami of emotions. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You won’t. I’ll always come home to you.” Kissing your tears away, Moze lifted you into his arms and carried you into the bathroom. Your combined fluids oozed out of your cunt, and on any other day he’d be quick to clean it, but that could wait, and very few things ever waited for cleanliness. He worried about leaving you alone. “Is that why you were distracted?”

“Yeah. I couldn’t stop staring at your fresh scars.” You let Moze sit you down on the counter as he started the bath, still fixated on the wounds on his back and shoulders. Someone or something had slammed him into the ground. For the sake of your sanity, Moze didn’t tell you all the stories behind the scars, but you recognized the bruising pattern. “How’s Jiaoqiu?”

“He’s…coping.” He added a few drops of oil to the tub, instantly soothing your nerves. You would need it tonight. “He wants to work, but the General says he has to be able to navigate his own home without assistance before he can start.”

“Let’s visit him tomorrow.”

“Agreed. I can also clean his house.” Moze scooped you up and placed you into the steaming bath, dropping a kiss on your forehead for a good measure. “Can I get you anything else?”

“Just your ass in this tub.” You sighed when he snuggled into you, his hard body clinging onto yours as if you could protect him. You loved it when he was like this. His soft and affectionate side always came out after sex, a sight that belonged to you alone. “Moze?”

“Hmm?”

“Can you take the day off tomorrow? I know General Feixiao will be more than happy to give you some time off. We’ll visit Jiaoqiu and then go on a date or something. I just want things to feel a little more normal.”

He nodded. “The General has been trying to force me to take a vacation. Now would be a good time.”

“Thank you.”

“Where should we go?” His thick hands massaged the knots out of your shoulders and you moaned in delight. The sex was fantastic, but the aftercare was the time you made some of your truest connections, your soul laid bare and inhibitions at rest. You lived for moments like these.

“Anywhere.”

“I will teach you how to break out of the Shackling Prison.”

“No! Somewhere nice. Please?!”

His grin shattered the sun. “Very well.”

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“This is…was your home?” Your eyes drank in the destruction of Castrum Kremnos, your heart breaking at the sight of Mydei’s suffering.

“Yes. Still glorious even in ruins.”

“Are you going to restore it?”

“Soon after we save Amphoreus. I will make a home here with you at my side.”

Despite the late night chill, your chest warmed and you snuggled into your partner’s side. He never allowed that in front of others, but in the lonely company of Castrum Kremnos, he didn’t care. “I’d like that.”

“Come. Once we retrieve what we came for, I’ll take you to the seat of my power.”

You fought off waves of Titankin (Mydei fought them), and it didn’t take long for you to retrieve a prophecy tablet thought lost to time. Mydei grumbled about “that idiot” having “good information for once,” and you had to hide your laughter. He cared more for Phainon than he let on.

He took your hand when you finally entered the throne room, a rare gesture of tenderness that made your heart flutter. It took him so long to let his guard down around you, even at the beginning of your courtship, and now casual acts of love became commonplace when you were alone. Mydei held your heart at his side when you approached the cracked throne, and your heart ached.

“When was the last time you came back here?” you asked.

“Recently. I’ve been back multiple times. It’s a good reminder of my responsibility…and my mortality.”

Mortality. Something that felt so distant yet so real. You wanted to tell him that everything would be okay, that you were by his side and that was enough, but you learned early in your relationship that empty platitudes meant little to him. So instead, you dragged him over to the throne and pressed up against his chest.

“What are you…?”

Taking him by surprise, you shoved Mydei back with no small amount of strength and forced him to land directly on the throne. Without giving him time to move, you sank to your knees in between his thighs and nuzzled your cheek up against his thigh, flashing him a smoldering gaze. “I want to worship my king.”

His eyes burned. “What can you offer me?”

“May I touch you?”

He rumbled his assent and you went straight to work easing his cock out of his pants and wrapping your lips around the pink crown. He wasn’t completely hard, seeing that you took him by surprise, but it didn’t take long for his cock to stretch and thicken in your mouth. You choked as it reached the back of your throat, but Mydei kept one hand on your head, forcing you to take him completely. The rough play wasn’t new, but a new sort of intensity filled the air, spicy and exciting, and you rubbed your clothed thighs together for extra friction.

Wetness pooled between your legs as you worked on pleasing him. He usually didn’t appreciate it when you ground against him, so your release would have to wait. Precum dribbled down your throat and you lapped it up eagerly, all the while Mydei’s filthy words bounced in your ears.

“You were planning this all along, weren’t you? So slutty for your king…”

You shivered and your grip on his pants tightened.

“Do you want my cum? Do you deserve it?”

Gazing back up at him with teary eyes, you tried your best to convey your need. Mydei would force you back down if you stopped sucking to speak, and you weren’t about to disappoint him. Instead, you worked harder, bringing your hands up to wrap around the part of his length that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. No matter how hard you tried, it simply wasn’t possible for you to swallow every inch. But you could certainly try.

“Look at you, pretty little thing. Willing to debase yourself to please me. How adorable.”His words oozed confidence, but you could hear the strain in the back of his throat. “Swallow it all.”

You hummed around him and that was all it took. He came with a groan, gifting you with a generous burst of his cum. He kept a firm head on your head until he was done, not giving you the option to pull away, and forced you to take it all. “Good girl…” he murmured. “So good for me.”

You let out a pathetic whimper.

“Strip and come here.”

You couldn’t get out of your clothes fast enough. You were dressed for travel and combat, and the clattering of weapons hitting the floor echoed through the destroyed throne room, not like you had anything to fear with him at your side. His eyes drank you in, and the low growl in the back of his throat sent you reeling. “How do you want me, my king?”

“In my lap, little love.”

You climbed on top of him eagerly, your cunt smearing slick all over his loose pants. Although slightly soft, his cock was still out and you felt it harden all over again when you ground down on the hot flesh. You knew from experience that he could keep you captive for hours, drowning you in pleasure until the sun went down, and here in his castle, you had all the time in the world.

“Fuck me…” you requested softly.

“Patience.” He wrapped one massive hand around your belly and the other around your thigh, spreading you wide open and exposing you to the chilly air. “You’re so wet…”

“I need your cock, I need…”

“Hush.” He dipped a finger into your heat and you almost jumped out of his lap. “I always give you what you want in the end, don’t I?”

You nodded meekly and he laughed, understanding the irony of the statement. He could leave you dangling for hours.

“Relax. Let your king take care of you.” Kissing the back of your head, Mydei slipped another finger inside, coaxing your compliance with his burning touch. He took his sweet time scissoring you open before brushing his thumb on your clit.His massive hands stretched you to the point of pain. “Mydei, I…too much!”

“No, it’s not. Don’t whine.” Wedging in a third finger, he leaned in close and his breath tickled your ear. The soft cadence of his voice reminded you that you were loved, that if anything, you were in control. “You have your word if you need it.”

You dripped obscenely all over his lap and the lubrication eased the pain. His hot mouth on your neck made you shiver in anticipation for more to come, and you found yourself grinding down on his hand. “I want your cock…”

“You just told me it was too much,” he mocked.

“I’m sorry, sir…I’m sorry!” The moment his title slipped from your lips, you knew you were gone, too deep into the fantasy of fucking a king on his throne.

Not a fantasy. His future.

Your future.

“I know you didn’t mean it, my love.” He gave himself a few pumps, back to hard from the thorough foreplay. “Breathe.”

No matter how many times he speared you on his cock, the first thrust always took your breath away. He worked you on his swollen length, the hard muscles of his chest pressed up against your back, and you had to hang on to his arms for stability. He loved taking you like this, loved handling your body like a pliant toy, and he expected full obedience and wanton screams. But in reality, you had him wrapped around your finger.

“C-Can I touch myself?” You needed some sort of friction on your clit, so eager to orgasm.

“No.”

“Sir…”

He bit down on your neck, drawing blood. “Are you questioning me?”

“…no, sir.”

“Good.” He punctuated the word with a thrust. “What do I do to brats who question me?”

“They don’t cum…”

“Damn right.” He picked up the pace, but it wasn’t for you. Mydei knew all your sweet spots, but he wasn’t taking the time to spoil you. Instead, he chased his own pleasure, every bit the greedy king you came to love, and you served faithfully. Your body, your enjoyment, it didn’t matter. You slipped into that blissful frame of mind as he destroyed you.

“My king…”

“Mmm?”

“Can I turn around? I want to help.”

He growled in affirmation and you regrettably pulled off his cock just long enough to situate yourself in a more comfortable position on his lap. It allowed you to use your knees and thighs to ride him the way he liked it best, and you glowed with pride when you saw his lips part for a moan to escape. “Is this good, my king?”

Smirking, he tilted his head back and tapped his cheek. You giggled in delight and pressed a couple sweet kisses on his face, excited that you pleased him so. You lived for his praise and physical affection. “Not bad for a brat.” He slapped your ass and you moaned as another gush of slick spilled out of you. Your knees dug into the stone throne, leaving bruises that you’d certainly feel tomorrow, but you couldn’t feel the strain now in your rather vulnerable state. He expected you to endure worse. “Tell me why you deserve to cum.”

You blushed brightly and buried your face in his chest. This was a whole new level of dirty talk. You were used to asking, even begging, for what you wanted, but persuasion was an entirely new skill. How the hell were you supposed to form a coherent thought? “I’m sorry…” you mumbled.

He actually chuckled. Like you were an adorable and amusing pet. “I know you have words, my sweet. Tell me why.”

“I…” His hips rutted into you and you shuddered, digging your fingers into his arms to steady yourself. Of course this wouldn’t be easy. “I’ve been listening…”

“You have to do better than that.”

“I-I…I love you…”

“I love you too, but that won’t be enough.” The mischievous glimmer in his eye betrayed the actual answer. He continued grinding into you, pleasurable but not enough to give you the release you craved. “Try again.”

“I don’t,” you choked as he tugged on your hair, exposing your neck to his scarlet gaze. “I don’t deserve it. Only if you want it.”

“Good girl.” He slipped a finger in between your bodies to thumb at your clit. White hot pleasure shot through your core and you fell onto his chest, weak from his skilled touch.

“I need you,” you whimpered, clawing at his chest. You could hardly move. “Please…”

He arched an eyebrow. “I didn’t say you could stop. Keep going.”

“I can’t!”

This time, he believed you. Mydei flipped you over, set your ass down on the throne, and drove into you with your legs thrown over his shoulders. His fingers gripped the plush curves of your hips. “Touch yourself,” he commanded. “Surely you can do that.”

Blushing, you obeyed his order, bringing your hand to your clit for the extra pressure. The new angle bruised that sweet spot on your walls, and your entire body pulsed with the rhythm of his thrusts, becoming one with the man that held your heart. “I’m close…I want your cum…”

His tone softened, a sweet cadence that belonged to your ears alone. “Will you give me an heir, my love?

An heir. You’d talked about it before, about how the world was too tumultuous to raise a child, how you couldn’t possibly even think about starting a family until you restored Castrum Kremnos. But fuck, did his words light a fire under you. “Yes…I want your baby! Breed me!”

“Fuck, you’re so perfect…” He nipped at your ear and even that felt like too much. “Take it all, my love. Don’t waste a drop.”

When you came, your entire body shook, and Mydei actually had to pull you tight against his chest to keep you from hitting your head on a hard surface. He groaned low and full into your shoulder as ropes of his pearly seed painted your insides. You felt his cum fill you, warm and wet on your walls, and you tangled your fingers in his hair, pushing every inch of your skin up against his. It felt right. Being with him felt so right.

A deep laugh sounded in your ear. “Are you still with me?”

He only teased you when he was in a particularly good mood. “Barely.”

“We still have to call for transport. I hope you’re not too tired to walk back.”

“Heh, you’ll just carry me.” Mydei slipped out of you and you moaned, your oversensitive cunt spasming from the stimulation. He helped you dress and finished you off with a kiss on the forehead, a tiny gesture that made you melt. Your combined fluids oozed through the fabric of your pants, but you could change as soon as you got home. If it were Mydei’s choice, he’d have you walk around all day with his spend between your thighs, but you’d never allow that. At least in respectable company.

“I could, but I prefer to have both hands available in case another monster dares to attack us.”

“But you could carry me with one arm.”

“Brat,” he scowled, slapping your ass. “Let’s go before I actually make you work.”

You giggled. “Promise?”

“Heh. Promise.”

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“I know you’re awake,” Ajax whispered. His lips traced the shell of your ear as he held you tight against his bare chest which was covered in love bites from your latest activities. The late night moon cast shadows across his toned arms, which he wrapped around your stomach. “Don’t hide from me. Are you still anxious?”

“You really don’t know how long you’ll be gone?”

“Five months…more or less. However long it takes.” Ajax turned over to face you. You expected his usual panty-dropping smirk, the smile you saw all too often for the last ten years, but instead you were greeted with his grief. “You know how it is.”

“You’re going to miss my birthday,” you teased lightly.

The jab hit harder than you anticipated. His face fell, and his next words trembled. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s not that big of a deal! It’s just a birthday.” You tried to kiss him better, but Ajax pulled away.

“Yeah, but I sort of wanted to make up for last year,” he mumbled.

Choking on a laugh, you pulled him back to you and gave him that kiss he was avoiding. “You still feel guilty about that?! I don’t care if you had to watch your siblings. They had a lot of fun.”

“I know, but you didn’t need to take care of them too…”

“I’m serious. Stop worrying about it.” You traced the frown lines around his lip. It was weird seeing him like this. Throughout your shared childhood, Ajax had always been flashy, outgoing, and kind, and it hurt to see how he became twisted over the years. As he started work as a Harbinger, you started to notice unfettered cruelty and delight in others’ suffering, all while thirsting for his next source of power, no matter how unethical. When the two of you were alone, you saw the small moments of guilt, the old Ajax peeking out from under the soldier he became. You had no idea how someone who felt so guilty over a birthday party could indulge in so much violence.

Or maybe you never knew him at all.

“You’re too good to me.” He kissed your fingertips lightly before rolling over you, his dusty red hair flipping into his eyes. Your legs rested on either side of his lean hips, and his bulge ground incessantly into your heat. “Now if we can’t sleep, at least let me fuck you until you pass out.”

You rolled your eyes, feeling the knot in your chest loosen as you saw your playful boyfriend once more. “If you’re so sure of yourself, then go ahead.”

His eyes gleamed. “Is that a challenge?”

“You can interpret it however you wish.”

“A challenge it is.” His hand slid between your bodies, fingers going straight to the most sensitive part of your body.  He usually loves to tease, to play with you until you were a whimpering, begging mess in his hands before mercilessly tearing you apart. This urgency stemmed from some dark place in his heart. A menace that only grew as the days passed.

“Ajax…fuck!” You bit down on your hand, but he snatched it away.

“Hell no. Scream for me.” He rolled your clit between his fingers. You were already sensitive from the first round, and he took advantage of your body’s sudden reactions. He only fingered you for a short minute before you were riled up, delirious on his touch. “You’re mine, and everyone’s going to fucking know it.”

Eyes flashing red, Ajax bit down on the top of your breast, breaking skin and forcing a yelp of pain past your lips.

“Wait, wait, wait!”

He reeled back as if he’d been slapped. “Fuck! Are you okay?!”

“I-I’m fine. You just scared me.”

He soothed the wound with his tongue. “I’m sorry…”

“It’s fine.” You kissed the top of his head, grateful that he didn’t see the moment of fear in your eyes. You never doubted that he loved you, but… “Just slow down.”

He rolled over and pulled you astride him, dragging his palms over your generous thighs. “Like this. I won’t bite again.”

“Ajax…”

“Besides, I love watching you. It’s sexy as fuck.” Using his inhuman strength to lift you up, he settled you down on his cock and rocked you on his hips. “Archons, you’re so tight. Use my cock, baby. I want you to feel good.”

You did as he said, your breasts aching as they bounced with each thrust of his hips. One hand rested on your sternum to keep you upright, giving Ajax a full view of your gleaming body, while the other dug into the fat of your ass. He easily held you, giving you the illusion of control, but still using his superior strength to hold you hostage. It was heady rush of pleasure that had you wailing for more. All the while, Ajax’s fierce eyes held yours, alight with impatience.

“Come on, baby. Give me more,” he growled.

“Touch me,” you whimpered.

“Beg for it.”

“Ajax…”

“Beg or you don’t cum.” This was usually the point where he slapped or bit you, a bit of pain to rile you up, but he did as he said and kept his teeth to himself. Was he actually afraid of hurting you this time? “I’ll stop right now if you don’t.”

“I…oh fuck!” He gave you a particularly fierce thrust and you keened. “Please touch me!”

“Where?”

“My…clit. I want to cum…I want…”

He grinned wickedly. “Should I knock you up now? You’ll be nice and round when I come home.” His hand skirted over your belly, so close to where you wanted him.”

“Cum inside me! I want your cum…I need it!” You fell apart faster than expected. “Please, please…”

“Heh.” His thumb slipped down to your clit and he rubbed circles on the sensitive nerve. “My little wife is so desperate.”

Wife. “Ajax…”

“Cum for me, baby.”

Writhing in pleasure, you came apart on top of him, digging your fingers into your thighs as the shocks rolled through you in waves. Your release spurred on his own pleasure, and he used your body ruthlessly to chase his orgasm. Ajax groaned deep as wet heat spilled out from where you were connected, but he still held you up so he could see every twitch of your body as you came down from the high. When he saw your unfocused eyes, smug satisfaction filled his chest.

“Still with me?” he teased.

“You called me your wife.”

It was his turn to blush. He eased you off his cock and sat you down on the sheets, unbothered by the puddle of cum that dripped onto the bed. Usually, he stayed to cuddle and clean you up, but this time, he headed straight for his closet and dug around.

“Ajax?”

“I was going to wait til morning, but I suppose now is as good a time as ever.” He procured a velvet box and sat down next to you, love sparkling in his eyes. “Will you wait for me, my love? When I come back, I’ll ask you properly, but for now…I promise you my heart.”

He flipped the box open to reveal a thin silver ring, set with a string of diamonds that gleamed in the moonlight. It was modest and subtle, but the promise it held was worth much more than gold.

However, a knot twisted in your chest, stopping your tongue from saying the three letter word that would make your heart sing. Could you live with his demons? Would Ajax disappear one day and be replaced by an Abyssal monster?

Would your child be cursed like him?

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you swallowed your tears and gave voice to your overbearing insecurities. “I need you, Ajax. Not Childe or Tartaglia or whatever the hell you go by now. Please don’t forget that.”

His face fell as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. “I won’t forget. I’ll fight the monster if it means I can have you forever.”

That was the first time he admitted his internal struggle. His confession gave you just enough hope to offer your hand and let him slip the ring on. The two of you sat together, naked as the day you were born, and felt the dark conflict in Ajax’s heart. You knew that the ring was more than a promise of marriage and family. It represented the fight for his humanity.

“I love you, Ajax. Make sure you come home.”

“I will. Once I get back, I plan on requesting to stay in Snezhnaya for work for at least a year. I want to see my family every day. Besides, a Harbinger wedding is a public event. We need to plan for that too.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” You hauled yourself out of bed and held out your arms. “Come on. Let’s clean up.”

He took your hands but lingered just a little longer to stare at the band on your finger. His mind was far away. “I love you. I’ll be yours forever, no matter what.”

And for the first time that night, you actually believed it.

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Blade came for you deep into the night, while you were snug in your bed and fast asleep, exhausted from a night of debauchery on the planet of sin. He couldn’t escape the vision of you in that deliciously tight minidress, your full scarlet lips perfect for wrapping around his cock, and as the Mara gradually took control, he couldn’t stop himself from invading your room. The sight of your sinful body triggered the episode, and he fell prey to the urge to claim you for his own, losing all reason and restraint as he stalked towards your bed.

Fuck.

You’d never forgive him.

He never once told you how he felt. For an entire year, he kept his illicit thoughts to himself, but whenever the Mara struck (and even when it didn’t), Blade’s fantasies wandered towards you. He usually rushed to Kafka, demanding some reprieve from his symptoms lest he did something…unsavory, but this time she was off-planet, and he was desperate.

“Blade?”

Fuck.

Your eyes caught him off guard. Rimmed with smudged mascara and glittering with innocence. He wanted nothing more than to destroy you.

You sat up abruptly, immediately recognizing his symptoms. The bloodlust in his eyes gave it away. “Fuck, the Mara…Kafka…”

“She’s not here.”

You had no idea what to do. She usually sedated Blade until she could get him under control, and you had no such power. Conventional drugs had no effect on his perpetually healing body. “Are you…what do you need?”

To kill. To devour.

He took another step closer. “You are beautiful.”

Despite the intensity of the situation, you blushed, cursing your body for betraying you at a time like this. Blade needed help. “Are you going to kill me?” you whispered.

He didn’t answer.

“I don’t think you will.” Tossing your blanket aside, you climbed out of bed, clad only in a comfy bra and sleep shorts, and took Blade’s trembling hand, wrapping it around your throat with a ragged breath. Blade had touched you before, but never like this. Not with the intimacy of lovers or the intent of a murderer. He roused a deep desire in your body, one that craved pain and violence, and pulled it to the surface. “Try.”

His fingers tightened. “Foolish girl.”

He left you with just enough air to choke out another question. “Why are you here?” you coughed.

“You. Your blood, your pain…your body. I crave it all.” His scarlet eyes met yours, and through his Mara struck hunger, you could see desperation and guilt. You had no doubt that if you denied him, he would leave and find someone to kill, but you didn’t want to say no. You needed him just as badly.

“You can have me.”

His grip slackened. Blade gazed at you, paralyzed with fear. You could see the man behind the Mara, the man who stood by your side and protected you, and that only solidified your confidence in him. You fell to your knees in front him and voiced your perverted desire. “Hurt me, Blade. I’m yours.”

A familiar screech of metal cut through your bedroom, and you felt the deadly tip poke at your bra. “Take this off,” he rasped.

You obeyed without hesitation, shivering when the room’s chill settled under your skin. Blade’s eyes raked up and down your body, and once you got over your anxiety, you noticed that his face had softened. The Mara still ate at him, but you saw a glimmer of tenderness. Warmth.

He cared about you.

“Kneel on the bed.”

You climbed back on, and he wasted no time grabbing your hair and twisting it over your shoulder, the bite of pain fueling your arousal. His warm breath ghosted your ear. “Say ‘mercy’ and this stops.”

“Will you actually stop? The Mara…”

“I’d rather die a thousand times over than hurt you. The Mara could not convince me otherwise.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Okay. I’m ready.”

The first slash of his sword drew long across your back, deep enough to sting but not enough to be painful. Heat bloomed across your skin as your blood dripped down your back and onto the pristine white sheets. With the finesse of a master, Blade carved a line from the top of your shoulder to your waist, only stopping upon hearing your whines.

“Is this too much?” he asked.

“No. It’s good. Really good.” Your panties were soaked. “I want more. Use me, Blade.”

He tore line after line down your pretty skin, growling in satisfaction as you bled. The Mara hungered for blood and death, but it was more than satisfied to see the object of Blade’s desire on her knees, helpless before him. His cock hardened in his pants, and he knew it wouldn’t be enough just to watch. He had to touch. To consume.

He swept a finger across an open wound and licked up a drop of your scarlet ambrosia. You couldn’t see what he was doing, but his satisfied groans made you weak. “Blade, please…fuck me…”

You tried to turn around, but Blade seized you by the back of your neck and forced you down, pushing your face into the mattress. His hands made quick work of the rest of your clothes, and he soon had your pussy exposed to his hungry gaze. You wanted to see his face, to know if he found you beautiful, but he still held you down, even as his hand traced your slit. Blood continued to drip down your skin, and you could feel the tacky substance on his fingers.

“You are mine,” he growled. “This body is mine.”

“Yes, I’m…oh fuck!” He plunged his fingers into your heat and your back arched in pleasure. You were plenty wet from the pain, and Blade didn’t have to waste any time to work you open. Obscene squelching sounds escaped from your drooling cunt as he eased in another finger, and his thumb went straight to massaging your clit. Fireworks cracked behind your eyes.

“I’m going to destroy you,” he hissed, slapping your clit with the flat of his palm.“How much can you endure, little love? Can you take me?”

Your cheeks glowed red hot. “I can…I want you…”

The blunt head of his cock slid deep into your heat, replacing his fingers in one smooth motion. He never bothered with his clothes, as indicated by the whisper of silk on your hips, and if you had any of your faculties left, you would’ve scratched at him until he stripped bare for you. However, the understanding that he didn’t even stop to disrobe himself made you clench around his shaft, eager to please.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” Blade punctuated his words with a snap of his hips, jarring the base of your spine and pulling a moan from your lips. “To claim you.”

You’d imagined this situation before, granted with more kissing and less blood, but his passion remained a constant. You wished that he came to you of his own free will, not as a side effect of the Mara, but you could breach that topic another day. You needed Blade in his entirety. His raw passion, madness, and violence. He fucked you raw and unbound, pounding into your cunt without mercy, and you lived for it. “More…fuck me more!”

His rich laugh made your heart clench and his thrusts sped up, sending you spiraling.“Greedy.”

You smiled cheekily into the sheets. “Only for you.”

As if he heard your smile, Blade pulled you off your knees and into his arms, your back pulled flush against his hard chest. His cock was still buried deep inside your heat, but he could hold you more intimately, tilt your head back so you could look him in the eye and gaze into his savagery. It was then he finally kissed you. The blood on his lips stained your own and you moaned into his tender embrace.

“Blade…”

“I’m not done with you.” His hand wrapped around your throat loosely, less of a threat and more of an embrace. “Be still.”

He took you again, this time with the gentleness of a lover. His languid thrusts dragged his cock over every inch of your warm cunt as his groans grew louder. It took you a second to realize he was saying your name, whispering it like a prayer, the same way he always did when you were talking quietly before or after a mission. The same sweet tone of voice he reserved only for you.

You pushed back against his length. “Fuck me harder. I won’t break.”

“I know.” But he didn’t go any faster. He wrapped one arm around your waist to reach your clit, and he massaged the sensitive nerve, still with that leisurely pace. You could tell that Blade was trying to draw it out and savor every moment, something you didn’t expect from the stoic swordsman. “The mara…”

Putting a hand on his cheek, you gazed into his bloodshot eyes and smiled. “I’m yours. Tonight and every night after. So fuck me.”

“Little love…” He picked up the pace with his hips and his hands, keeping your back pressed to his chest as he drove into you. Blood smeared across his skin-you didn’t heal as fast as he did-but pleasure overtook the pain as he held you in his arms. His lips sought your neck, and the next thing you knew, his teeth were piercing the tender skin, drawing blood yet again. Blade snarled against your neck, animalistic sounds coming from his throat as he took you again and again. Perhaps you were dizzy with blood loss while the world disappeared from around you, and Blade became your only object of focus. He dominated your senses as he laid thorough claim to your body.

“Too much…” you whimpered.

His grip tightened. “Is that so? Should I break you? Force you to take all of me?”

His words drove you to a frenzy. You knew that he would never hurt you, even without all his mental faculties, and that made his words affect you even more. He needed your submission, your pliant body under his own. “I need to cum! Please let me cum!”

“Heh.” His fingers tugged your clit, playing with the rhythm of his thrusts. “Cum for me, love. Cum now!”

Your orgasm crested and you shattered, falling limp in Blade’s arms as the shocks tore through your body. His fingers dug into your skin, leaving bruises in the shape of his hands, but you needed his grip to hold you upright and keep you close. His ragged breaths played in your ear, and you realized that he was still rock hard, stretching your sensitive cunt wide open, even as your orgasm tried to clamp down on his length. He hadn’t finished, but you were spent.

“Blade, I…ahh…” Your words trailed off when he thrusted again into your too tight pussy. “I can’t…”

His hand reached for your clit again, and you let out a strangled scream. “You will take me again. We’re finished when I say we are.”

Contrary to his words, Blade’s eyes sought yours, concern etched in his gaze. The Mara still hungered, but Blade would never hurt you or take it too far. You nodded and dug your fingers into his forearms. “Feed the Mara. I’ll be okay.”

Blade paced around his room, gripping his phone so tight it could snap. You laid peacefully in his bed, clean, bandaged, and satisfied, but he still couldn’t escape the feeling of needles under his skin. He did that to you. He hurt you. And the Mara urged him to do it again.

The phone buzzed and Blade picked up on the first ring. “Where are you?”

“I’ll get to your location in less than one system hour. I wanted to call you before I warped,” Kafka said, her voice devoid of its usual lazy nonchalance. “How’s our girl?”

“Sleeping.”

“Good. You sure you can control yourself until I get there? You can leave her in the room by herself. I’m sure she’ll be okay.”

“No.”

The pause on the other side was deafening, and Blade could imagine Kafka holding up her hands in defeat. “Always so chivalrous when it comes to her. Well, I’m about to jump. Be careful. If you think you might harm her…”

“I won’t.” He hung up.

“Blade?” Your tiny voice roused the Mara inside him, but he shoved it down. He wanted nothing more than to take you again, but after the rigor of your previous fucking, he doubted you could take much more. His undying heart ached when he remembered the brutal scars on your back.

“I’m here,” he said softly.

“Was that Kafka?” Your voice was thick with sleep.

“Yes. She’ll be here soon.”

“Okay.” You snuggled deeper into the pillows. “I love you, Blade.”

He didn’t respond. He never did when you said those words. Usually he brushed it off as some verbal affection between friends, but that time, your declaration cut deep. The angel in his bed deserved someone better.

“Will you join me?” you asked.

“It’s better if I don’t.”

“Fine, then you’re taking me out for breakfast tomorrow.”

That he could do. “Very well.”

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Blade surprised you by actually being home. You were so used to him going off on missions until late at night, or spending time at his forge, that it startled you when you walked into your shared bedroom. He fussed around with a strange assortment of tools and…medical equipment? You weren’t sure.

“Umm, hi?”

“Come here.”

His gravely voice sent shivers down your spine. Nevertheless, you approached, your body drawn to his with magnetic force. “What are you doing?” Upon closer inspection, you saw a collection of needles and clamps on a clean towel, as well as a bottle of disinfectant. Blade possessed minimal medical knowledge, and often patched himself up in ways that would make a doctor cry, so you wondered why he was taking the time to be so careful.

“I overheard you talking to Silver Wolf and Kafka. You said you’re planning on surprising me with something…special.”

You blushed and hid your face in your hands. “You heard that?!”

“I did.” After a bit more organizing, Blade finally turned to you, locking you in with his burning eyes. “Strip.”

“We’re doing this now?!”

“Yes. Unless you have another urgent matter to attend to.”

“Umm, no. I guess not.” You shrugged out of your shirt and bra, more than comfortable with being topless in front of your long term partner. “Okay, now…”

“All of it.”

“Why?”

“Do as I say.” His tone brokered no room for argument.

You slowly peeled off the rest of your clothing, leaving yourself bare under his gaze. Blade’s eyes raked up and down your body unashamedly, and you could see that he was already partially hard under his pants. “Were you already planning this? Is that why you came home early?”

“Lie down on the bed.” Blade pulled out a few lengths of silk out from the side of the bed. Those were familiar. Ones that you’d used on multiple occasions for some unorthodox fun. He took his time binding you to the bed frame, pulling each knot so tight that you could hardly move. Your arms were strapped down at your sides, but Blade propped your knees up so he could have a full view of your cunt, which was now starting to glisten in anticipation of his treatment. You didn’t think that this situation would arouse you at all, but having Blade work over your body made all the difference.

“Test the restraints,” he commanded.

You wiggled in your bonds. “They’re really tight, but it doesn’t hurt.”

“What’s your word?”

“…mercy.”

“Good.” After slipping on a pair of latex gloves, he started doing something that you couldn’t see. You could hear him shuffling around, rearranging tools, and grabbing more items, but nothing definitive. Anticipation brewed in your stomach. Of course you did your research beforehand, but nothing could really prepare you for the actual event.

“Blade, what…”

He shoved a well-lubed toy into your cunt, effectively shutting off any protests. You were tight and unprepared, but it was nothing the two of you hadn’t done before, and he was thoroughly aware of your limits. Still, were you supposed to simply sit still with a toy shoved up your pussy while he performed a delicate procedure on your body? If so, the restraints made sense. You couldn’t thrash around and ruin the process.

Blade pumped the toy a few times before turning on the vibrations, his greedy eyes drinking in how your body flexed and shuddered underneath his ministrations. Your cunt dripped around the toy, your body finally descending into a state of desperate arousal, and he simply watched you for a minute before he decided to begin. He started with the disinfectant first, carefully swabbing your nipples and the surrounding area until the sharp tang of alcohol stung your nose. A wave of fear crested over you.

“Blade, wait!”

He paused. “Yes?”

“Why…ngh…why are you doing this?”

He put a clamp down on your left nipple and you cried out, the mix of sensations too much to handle. You could see how his eyes widened in delight and a tiny smirk flashed across his face. “Your pain is mine,” he growled. “All of it. No one else can hurt you, and no one else will pleasure you the way I can.”

He was jealous of the piercer?! You almost laughed, but the toy hit a particularly sensitive spot on your walls and you jumped. “If you wanted…you could’ve just asked…”

He grunted and tightened the clamp. “How does that feel?”

“I’m fine.” You flinched as he examined you before using a semi-sharp stick to mark a couple dots on your areola. Blade was meticulous by nature, but you could tell that he was being extra careful, going through all the correct steps to make sure he didn’t actually hurt you or do it incorrectly. You knew that the Stellaron Hunters had the technology to heal complex wounds, but you preferred to only do the procedure once if you could help it.

He finally reached for a thick needle. “Are you sure about this?” he murmured.

“Just do it before I chicken out.”

He laughed softly. “My brave girl. Breathe deep for me.”

You took a deep breath and he pierced you on the exhale, sliding the needle through your nipple in one smooth motion. The pain blinded you. It tore through your breast and all the way down to your core, leaving you gasping for air and gripping the bindings in an effort to ground yourself to something. You were grateful for the bindings because your whole body jolted, every nerve so much more sensitive with the toy in your pussy and the vibrations that wracked your whole body. Blade even dropped his weight on you to hold you down.

“Oh, fuck!” you gasped. Your cunt spasmed around the toy and your vision went white, spurred by the intense mix of pleasure and pain. “Blade…”

“Beautiful,” he murmured, pupils blown wide with lust. He was rock hard now, evident from the way his pants strained to contain his length. “Just a little more, my love.”

He threaded the barbell through, which was only mildly uncomfortable after the arresting pain of the piercing itself. You felt him twisting beads and adjusting the jewelry, and you tried to lay as still as possible, just in case he accidentally pulled at the fresh wound. Once he secured it, you tried to look down to see what he picked out, but Blade held you down by the shoulder, steel in his eyes.

“Don’t move. I’m not done.” He leaned in close and kissed your forehead. “Are you ready for another one? We can stop here.”

You nodded. “I can take it.”

“Good girl.” Instead of reaching for another needle, Blade peeled off his gloves and went for the vibrator, twisting it deeper into your weeping cunt. The tip scraped against your front walls, right over the sensitive rough patch deep in your core, and you once again pulled against the bindings. Still, they refused to budge, and Blade kept his hand over your belly to keep you in place. “I think you deserve to cum.”

The thought of an orgasm actually worried you. Could your poor body take all the stimulation? “Ahh…I don’t know…if I can…”

“For me?” he cooed.

Usually, he demanded more from you, only stopping when you used your safe word, but this time, he was attentive. Extra careful with your needs. His arm slowed to a steady rhythm, just enough to keep you on edge, but not enough to overstimulate you. The dizzying pain had turned into a dull throb, but you were still lightheaded and weak.

Fuck, it was hot.

You steeled yourself. “I can do this.”

He ticked up the vibration and left you to writhe on the bed while he prepared the second needle. Once again, he took his time to mark you, but you were squirming from an impending orgasm, and he had to drop his weight on you to hold you down. Instead of staying on the side of the bed, Blade climbed over you and ground his knee against your core, pushing the toy deeper and forcing it to scrape up against your clit. You whined in delight.

“You will cum for me,” he demanded.

The second piercing hurt more. Much more. It was the heady mix of pleasure and agony that made your cunt spasm, and you were coming. You were faintly aware of the scream that tore from your lips and Blade’s cruel smile, but you had to simply ride out the high, let every wave of ecstasy wash over you until it finally subsided. Unable to keep your eyes open, you laid there limp as he threaded the last barbell through.

“Come back to me,” he said softly. With painstaking care, Blade untied the silks, keeping the fabric as far away from your new piercings as possible. He waited for you to sit up on your own. “How do you feel?”

“…tired.”

A straw poked at your lips, and you sucked greedily. He always made you drink some sort of electrolyte drink mix after an intense scene, and you’d come to associate the chemical flavor with love and aftercare. As you drank, Blade cleaned you, removing the toy and mopping up fluids, and you realized that he was still hard. His length raged against his pants, just as hard as it was ten minutes ago, and you’d felt a pang of guilt in your chest. “Blade, do you, you know…?”

He shook his head. “Doing this was more than enough for me. I can help myself.”

“But I want to help.” You pressed your hand firmly against his bulge, and he groaned.

“I don’t want you to faint. You look pale.”

“I won’t. Just be gentle.” You grabbed him by the shirtfront and pulled him over your body, pleased that he didn’t resist. “You won’t last long anyway.”

“Brat.” He shed his clothes slowly, giving you every opportunity to change your mind. “It’s difficult to resist you. I’ll be gentle.”

“You always are.” He was always so careful with his strength, wanting to hurt you but never scare you. To indulge in carnal savagery with the one he loved most. The understanding that you held all the power in these scenarios is what made you continue, to turn over your comfort to please him. “Take me.”

“As you wish.”