2baddiesfanfics

Pairing: Nami x Robin

Tags: Dress Up, Vaginal Fingering, Stripping, Oral Sex, Birthday, Fashion & Couture, Thigh Riding

Summary:

Nami wants the straw hats to put on a fashion show in honor of her birthday. It's lady's choice, and everyone has to wear what she has selected for them...including Robin. Her girlfriend is ready to dress to impress...and maybe even strip down while she's at it.

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“Alright, everyone! Listen up!” Nami yelled. “I know what I want to do for my birthday this year, but you’re all going to need to pay attention.”

“Nami-swan, are you sure you’re supposed to be planning your own party? Shouldn’t you be leaving that to the beautiful Robin-chan?” Sanji asked.

Ironically, the cook was likely about to be much happier with her idea than she would have liked. “I wouldn’t be so quick to question me, Sanji. I’m sure our lovely archeologist has something up her sleeve for me, too,” the navigator said as she winked at her girlfriend. 

“But! This year, I need your cooperation and your wardrobe. We’re going to party like usual, only this year, you’re going to wear the outfits I choose and we already have on hand. We paid sweet, sweet beries for them, and I don’t want to see our plunder go to waste.”

“Anything for you, my lady!” Sanji screeched ridiculously. 

“You’re only saying that because you’re cheap,” Usopp muttered.

Nami shot him a death glare. “What was that? I know I misheard you.”

The sharpshooter immediately changed his tune. “Er, I mean…Sounds like fun! There were a few outfits I liked that I could definitely get some more use out of.”

She started handing out small slips of paper to everyone on board. “By the way, it’s the birthday girl’s choice.” Usopp’s face sank once more. 

“Oh, my outfit from Uta’s concert. I did enjoy that look. Takes me back to my rough-and-tumble days,” Jinbei said with a chuckle.

Exasperated at first, Zoro’s face neutralized. “All I need to do is change my shirt to the yellow zip-up I stormed Enies Lobby in. Easy enough for me,” he grunted.

“Uh, hey, Nami? Do you know where I left my shirt with all the sunflowers on it?” Luffy questioned while picking his nose.

“Why would I know that? And stop that, don’t be gross!”

The chef swirled around excitedly across the deck. “Of course Nami has excellent taste! The maroon suit from Onigashima it is!”

“How exciting! This is gonna be so much fun. I get to wear my cotton candy hat again,” Chopper exclaimed.

Usopp let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God. At least I get to look sharp in my outfit from when we were on Gran Tesoro.”

“Man, you want me to wear pants?” Franky asked incredulously.

“Preferably, yes,” Nami scoffed.

“That’s so not super, but if it’s for you, I’ll go get ready.”

“Yohoho, Usopp and I will be quite the duo,” Brook said. “Those casino outfits had flash and pizzazz!” 

The crew dispersed to their rooms to change for the evening. Nami shook out the white and red dress she’d acquired on Whole Cake Island while Robin sat on the bed.

“Love,” her girlfriend murmured. The navigator hummed absentmindedly in response.

“Nami, dear,” she said a bit more sternly.

The other woman turned around. “Yeah?”

She held up the strip of paper with her instructions. “Are you sure this is correct?”

Pouting, Nami asked, “What, you don’t like it?”

Striding over to her, the archaeologist grabbed her by the chin and tilted her head to make eye contact. Her blue eyes glistened as she teased her. “All this says is ‘fishnet stockings and cowboy hat.’ You want the entire crew to see all of me? It might be a bit hard for me to contain my excitement for how much that little dress of yours turns me on.”

“I-I guess you’re right,” she said, flustered. “I must have been so distracted by the thought of it that I forgot to add the dress.”

Robin chuckled darkly at her girlfriend’s response. “I see. I figured you wouldn’t want to share that sight with anyone, let alone our perverted cook.”

“Never!” She growled jealously before turning back to the closet and shuffling through the outfits. Pulling out the purple dress she got on Zou, she showed it to her. “I think the hat and stockings will go well with this.”

The archeologist ran her fingers down the fabric. “With slits like this, I take it I’m to skip the undergarments?”

Nami grinned mischievously. “Easier for me later.”

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The straw hat fashion show turned out to be a complete success. Members of the crew started strutting into the dining hall, each taking a turn to show off their outfits.

Sanji’s eyes nearly bugged out of his skull when it was the women’s turn to parade in. “Robin-chan~! Your beauty is unmatched! Nami is one lucky lady!”

“Thank you, Sanji. But I believe I’m the lucky one.” Her gaze lingered on her girlfriend as she watched her enjoying all the attention being showered upon her.

A familiar laugh wafted above the ruckus. “Robin, you look beautiful as always,” Brook said with a stately bow. “All that being said…May I see your panties? Yohoho!”

“Cool it, Brook!” The navigator shouted from the other side of the room. 

“Would I even be me if I didn’t at least ask?” He replied as he nervously backed off.

They all ate, drank, and sang into the night, celebrating another year with the woman who kept them out of trouble. Well…at least tried to keep them out of trouble.

Once the evening wound down, the navigator saddled up to Robin where she stood away from the group overlooking the waves. “Well, hello there, gorgeous. I’d be willing to spend every beri I had to see you in just those stockings and the hat.”

“Hmm, is that so? That’s no small compliment coming from you, dearest. Normally, I’d take you for everything you had, but seeing as it’s your birthday, I believe we can work something out.”

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Back in their room, the two ladies kissed hungrily between sighs and elated giggles.

“May I see your panties?” Nami teased. 

“Why, miss navigator…you know I’m not wearing any.”

“Then may I see you with that dress off?”

“Your wish is my command.” Extra hands sprouted from the bed and pulled her girlfriend backward to sit on the mattress. 

The archeologist made good use of her long, sculpted legs, running her hands up and down her fishnet stockings seductively before removing her shoe and doing the same to the opposite. She slowly lifted the hem of her purple dress to her hips, giving Nami just a taste of bare skin before covering herself once more. 

Nami moaned in response at such a feast for the eyes. Robin removed her clothing agonizingly slow, building anticipation. Now all that remained was that damn cowgirl hat and those stockings the navigator wanted to rip off with her teeth.

“I’ve been waiting all night for this.”

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you staring every chance you got. I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry.”

Leaving her girlfriend’s dress on, she tugged Nami’s underwear off and knelt between her legs. The brim of the hat hiding her from her view, the archeologist slid her tongue between her slick folds. 

She bucked her hips into her face at the sudden warm, wet sensation. Robin swirled her tongue on her clit with a firm and practiced pressure. Small sounds of approval came from the woman above her as she switched to sucking in between swirls. Her arousal coated her lover’s tongue, alerting the archeologist that she was ready for more. 

Gently easing a finger into her as she flicked her tongue against her sensitive bud, her girlfriend let out a frustrated whine. “N-not fair…c-can’t see you,” she panted, nearly incoherent.

“What’s life without a little mystery? Not knowing what’s coming is part of the fun, love.”

She thrusted in and out of her as she continued swiping at her bundle of nerves. Nami ground against her face as she chased the heat that was building within her. 

“R-robin…oh god, so close…I’m gonna…!” She called out as she clutched at the hat between her legs. Her body shook, and her thighs tightened around her girlfriend’s head as she came.

Peeling herself free, the archeologist wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Nami was a blushing mess as she watched the lascivious display. Chuckling at her bashfulness, Robin murmured, “Come now, beautiful. Looking so innocent in that little red riding hood getup…you’re going to have to take responsibility for what that does to me.”

So that’s why she left my clothes on. Sneaky, the navigator thought. In that case, she might as well play along. “Oh, dear! I’m so sorry for making a mess of your face, baby. Why don’t you come here and let me help?” Robin joined her on the bed, and her girlfriend moved to straddle her. Nami grasped her wrist and brought the hand she had just fucked her with to her lips.

Her tongue slithered out to lick each digit clean. The archeologist’s pupils were so dilated the other woman could have sworn her irises were pitch black, not blue. Nami let out groans of delight as she tasted herself. “Aw, Robin! You missed a spot,” she whispered before leaning in and kissing her deeply. She tasted of oranges from the cake Sanji had made, mixed with the evidence of her desire.

Her grip on the navigator’s hips intensified as she tried not to disrupt whatever she had planned. She was so focused on the feeling of Nami’s mouth on hers that she didn’t realize her hand had drifted between them. The other woman swallowed Robin’s moan as she lubricated her digits with slick.

“Mmm…how’s this feel? You like it?” Of course, she knew exactly how to touch her to make her go wild - it was just much more fun to play up the little miss innocent angle.

“Yesss,” the archeologist hissed. “But I need more. If you’re a good girl and give me what I want, then I’ll be sure to reward you.”

Reward her? She had already given her more than enough. As Nami contemplated what she meant, she dipped her soaked middle and ring fingers inside of her. Her girlfriend exhaled in relief as the navigator moved within her, the heel of her hand applying pressure to her clit. 

Robin’s nails sank into the skin of her waist as she felt the familiar pressure start in her lower abdomen. When the other woman increased her pace, the archeologist pushed her down on her thigh. Still wet from her previous release, Nami slid against the flexed muscle and groaned at the friction.

The two chipped away at each other’s defenses, and they climaxed in a domino effect. Robin let out a breathy moan as she crumbled under the navigator’s refined reflexes, and Nami whimpered as she humped toward oblivion.

Nami gripped her lover’s shoulders to prevent herself from falling out of her arms and into the puddle of sheets. “Now, can I please take off this damn outfit? I think both of us deserve some skin-to-skin time.”

“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to play dress up.”

“Well, now I want to dress down.”

Pairing: Ei x Yae Miko

Tags: Diary/Journal, Birthday, Scissoring, Choking, Brat Taming, Vaginal Fingering

Summary:

Mizuki runs into Ei and Miko on a shopping outing, and accidentally outs that the Shogun has yet to purchase her familiar's present. Taking it to mean her lover has forgotten her yet again, the kitsune rushes off in anger. When she returns, she discovers the archon has thought up a gift that will put all of her fears to rest for good.

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“Well, well, well! Isn’t it nice to see the two of you out and about,” Mizuki teased as she approached the archon and her familiar.

“What, is it really that odd to see us strolling the Shogun’s city together?” Miko shot back.

The baku giggled before answering, “Not odd, per se. I just figured you guys were more the stay-at-home type when it came to dates.”

“Down, Miko. No need to be so defensive. She’s just trying to greet us,” Ei chastised. The kitsune playfully rolled her eyes at her in response.

“So, what brings the two of you down from Tenshukaku?”

“My familiar here insisted on going shopping, and I’ve been holed up in my office for some time now, so I figured it would be good for me.”

“Not all of us can handle being alone for excruciatingly long periods of time like a certain someone, dearest,” Miko said.

Wanting to be helpful, Mizuki asked, “Looking for anything particular? Maybe I can steer you toward the right stalls.”

“That won’t be necessary,” the kitsune interjected. “We’re just browsing. I’m trying to get an idea of what other interests she has besides katana.”

“Oh, that’s right! Your birthdays are coming up in a few days!” The baku practically yelled.

Ei’s eyes widened. “A few days?”

Miko narrowed her gaze. “Do not tell me you forgot. We’re only a day apart.”

“F-forgot? Of course not. I just didn’t think it was that soon…”

“Really? Because it sure sounds like the event slipped your mind.” The guuji’s ears flattened in disappointment. “You forgot about our birthdays. No! Worse than that! You forgot about my birthday!”

The archon held up her hands in an attempt to calm her outraged girlfriend. “Miko, don’t cause a scene! How many times do I have to tell you? I didn’t forget, I just…lost track of time.”

Crossing her arms, the other woman sniped, “Oh, so I suppose that means you already bought my gift?”

The silence she was met with spoke volumes. Mizuki was starting to wish she had never approached them.

Miko’s rage echoed through the square. “Oh, wonderful! And here I am trying to find something perfect for you, like a fool! 

Her girlfriend pinched the bridge of her nose. “Love, can we please talk about this somewhere a bit more private? People are starting to stare.”

“For archonssakes! It’s all about you, isn’t it?” And with that, she stormed off. 

Feeling partially responsible, the baku gently touched Ei’s shoulder. “My apologies. If I’d have known, I wouldn’t have…”

The shogun cut her off. “It’s quite alright, Mizuki. It’s certainly not your fault. If anything, it’s mine. I’ve been so busy as of late, I thought it was a few weeks away, not mere days.”

Debating whether to divulge what she knew, the baku decided it was best to inform her. “You know…Miko usually keeps to herself when it comes to her innermost thoughts, but I believe that outburst was more about her fears of you forgetting her rather than the specific day.” She let out a heavy sigh. Seeing as this was for the sake of her friend, she determined she could bend the rules of confidentiality just this once. “Don’t tell her I told you this, but her nightmares include scenes of you leaving and never returning and you forgetting about her when you came back from the plane of Euthymia.”

Ei felt her heart rate increase. “I thought we had moved on from that incident. We talked and I apologized for the way I went about that…situation. She told me she had forgiven me.”

“She has, yes,” Mizuki started, “but there’s a lingering fear within her subconscious that cannot be overcome with a simple apology.”

The archon quietly pondered the baku’s words. “Thank you. You’ve given me much to think about, but I do believe I know the perfect gift.”

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The fateful day arrived, and Miko decided it was beneath her to hold a grudge too tightly. When she was summoned to Tenshuukaku, she dutifully answered.

“You called for me, your grace?” There was still a trace of venom in her words, but the shogun was prepared to tread carefully.

“I figured we could still celebrate together. Unless...you’re still angry with me.”

“So now you remember. How convenient,” the kitsune huffed.

Ei bit her tongue to stop herself from rising to the challenge. “I never forgot, darling. I told you as such, but you have a habit of not listening.”

The other woman bore her fangs. “I’ll have you know-”

Attempting to deflate the incoming argument, the archon calmly interrupted her. “Look, I had all of your favorite foods and desserts brought in for the evening. I even pulled a few strings to procure your favorite wine from Mondstadt. Lisa sends her well wishes, by the way.”

The guuji scoffed. “That damn Mizuki. She just can’t help but meddle in an old friend’s affairs, I suppose.”

“Come now, don’t be so hard on her. We may have spoken a bit after you left so abruptly, but this was all my idea. I didn’t mean to make you feel as if-” Ei stammered as she rubbed the back of her head. “Miko, I could never forget about you.” She shoved a small package with a bow atop it in front of her. “Archons, you know I’m not good with words like you. Happy birthday.”

Eyeing the gift suspiciously, her familiar slowly started to unwrap it. She removed the ribbon to reveal a tattered old book with the characters 日記 etched into the cover.

Her face dropped. Did her girlfriend seriously think she didn’t already have hundreds of empty notebooks scattered about her own office at Yae Publishing House? “A diary? How original.”

“Open it,” the shogun encouraged.

Miko did so, and her eyes widened when Ei’s handwriting was revealed on the first page. As she flipped through the pages, not a single one was left blank. From top to bottom, characters lined the ancient paper. Confused, she looked up, wordlessly inquiring for an explanation. 

“This diary contains every thought I had about you over the 500 years we were apart. I never stopped loving you, let alone thinking about you. It was torture to be away from you. Even when I tried to empty my mind to meditate, you were the sole thought that tore me away from eternity. The only way to keep going was to write down what I felt.”

Thumbing through the pages, the kitsune stopped at various entries along the way.

Day 5

The hardest part about all of this is not being able to hear Miko’s voice. If she were here, there’s no doubt she’d be teasing me about working too hard. I’ve never wanted her to scold me more.

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Day 60

What’s the point of training if she’s not here to watch me? She was never as sneaky as she thought she was, despite being a kitsune. Of course I noticed her peeking through the cracks in the walls of the dojo. How she’d stare at my arms as I swung my katana over and over again. I can still picture her little smirk she’d try but fail to hide behind her hand.

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Day 730

Archons, how has it only been two years? I wonder how Miko is holding up. I’m sure she’s up to her usual antics of scaring all the shrine maidens into submission and tormenting unsuspecting visitors. Your mean streak was always more entertaining than threatening, my dearest little familiar. By now you’ve probably erased me from your memory. I couldn’t if I tried.

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Day 182,500 - Final day without Miko

500 years have passed. I still remember every smile, the sound of your voice, the way you laugh. The soft touches we reserved only for each other when we’d sneak away for some time alone, away from duty, away from the world.

Of course she’d be the one to come and save me from myself. I’m too much of a hard-headed buffoon to see there’s so much more to this life than eternity. For what good is eternity without her by my side? Archons, I want nothing more than to reach out and touch her, to remove any barriers between us, physical and emotional…

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Her vision was blurred by unceasing tears. She forced herself to stop reading and met Ei’s gaze. “You missed me so much you almost wrote your own smut. Perhaps you do have a future with Yae Publishing House.”

The shogun smiled. “It was hard not to when I’d been celibate for 500 years, and then you suddenly appeared. If Lumine and Paimon hadn’t been with you, we might have never left.”

Miko shut the diary. “Well…I suppose I owe you an apology. Clearly, I had nothing to worry about.”

Rising from her seat behind her desk, Ei approached her and kissed her forehead. “Whenever doubt creeps back in, read a few of those entries, and I’m positive you’ll have a good night’s sleep. Or, you could just turn over and talk to me.”

“And here I was thinking there’s no way you’d even come close to outdoing my gift for you.”

The archon cocked an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I was so mad the other day, I figured you didn’t deserve anything. But now, I’m convinced you’ve earned the best gift of all - me.”

She leaned forward and kissed the shogun gently at first. When she felt her ease into it, Miko slid her tongue past her lips. Pulling back to catch her breath, she said, “I acted rashly the other day. Forgive me?”

“It’s quite alright. You wouldn’t be you without a flair for the dramatic. I hope you’ll pardon me for losing track of time.”

“Ugh, enough talk. All that matters is I know you care. Let’s move on to more important matters,” the kitsune purred as she kissed down her girlfriend’s neck. Her slightly elongated canines pierced the tender skin. 

“Ah! I-I’ll take that as a yes,” the archon half-moaned.

They struggled to deftly untie the sashes of their kimono, wriggling out of the heavy fabric that separated skin from skin. For a moment, Ei considered warning her lover that they should be more careful lest they trip, but quickly decided against incurring her wrath further - once her familiar got started, woe be upon anyone who tried to interrupt. 

Miko pounced and pinned her to the futon once they reached the bedroom. Running her hands along the shogun’s battle-toned body, she thanked the archons that Ei hadn’t stopped training during those 500 years of solitude. Her lithe fingers traced every scar and muscle, eliciting a groan of frustration from the now impatient woman beneath her.

Chuckling seductively, the guuji teased, “Always so needy for me. It’s hard to believe you didn’t go mad without my touch.”

“You’re all I thought about…every moment of every day….ohhhhh,” Ei hissed as she felt her girlfriend’s fingers carefully slide between her folds. 

“Mmm, I know it now, dearest. And I will spend the rest of our eternity together reminding you that you made the right choice in coming back to Inazuma. To me.” 

“Fuck eternity. I could die right now, and it would be enough…as long as you were in my arms,” Ei whimpered.

Miko growled hungrily at her response. She lifted one of the shogun’s legs and looped it around her waist as she aligned their cores together. “As long as I’m your familiar, neither of us will be dying anytime soon. We’ve got 500 years of lovemaking to catch up on, after all.”

She shifted her body against her, grinding down to apply pressure to both of their clits. The slick sound of their arousal mixing and reducing friction caused them both to moan loudly at the pleasure that coursed through their veins like lightning. The kitsune continued to swivel her hips, quivering as she increased her pace.

“Come with me, Ei. Let me hear how much you missed this. Missed me,” she panted as she raced toward release. Her girlfriend writhed as her climax wracked her body, uttering Miko’s name as if it were a mantra to ensure she would never again have to live without her. The guuji rode her to her own orgasm, gradually slowing once her head stopped swimming.

“Figured it was only fair for me to come twice,” she said as she brushed a lock of sweat-drenched hair from her forehead. 

“T-twice? A bit presumptuous, don’t you think?” The archon taunted.

Her familiar clicked her tongue in distaste. “Presumptuous? Were you not already planning that as the second part of my birthday gift?”

It wasn’t unusual for Miko to be a brat, but given these specific circumstances, Ei felt it necessary to tame her. Good thing the kitsune liked it rough. Wrangling her from where she sat, the shogun pulled her into her lap, facing away from her. 

“My mistake,” she whispered harshly in her ear. “But we’re doing this on my terms.”

Chuckling darkly, the guuji replied, “Oh? And what did I do to incur the shogun’s wrath?”

She felt Ei’s calloused palm creep to her throat before squeezing ever so slightly. “Let me count the offenses. Throwing a tantrum before listening to reason. Doubting my devotion. Biting. Topping before I could…the list goes on.”

A rumble started in Miko’s chest, and the archon felt it vibrate against her fingers. So predictable. The digits of Ei’s other hand trailed down the other woman’s ample bosom and she felt her nipples perk in response to her touch. “I could leave marks of my own, you know. But I don’t think that would be suitable for the head priestess, now, would it?”

“What purpose would that serve? I’m already yours,” the familiar purred huskily. “A physical mark is nothing compared to the brand you’ve made on my soul, Ei.”

Her words struck her directly in her heart. “Your devotion is admirable and deserves to be thoroughly rewarded, my dearest little fox.” The archon wrenched her lover’s legs open further with her own as her hand journeyed between her thighs.

She gripped her girlfriend’s neck and turned her face so she could kiss her. Miko hummed in approval at the feeling of Ei’s tongue in her mouth and her fingers now delving into her opening. There was a possessiveness to her movements, but her touches were still tender. 

The archon traced her lips, spreading her slick to her sensitive bud. Her fore and middle fingers moved in steady circles against the bundle of nerves as she drew out needy whimpers from the kitsune.

“That’s a good girl. Relax. I’ve got you,” Ei murmured reassuringly. Miko opened her eyes and stared into pools of deep purple. For once, she found herself at a loss for words. The hold the shogun had on her firm, as if to tell her she’d never let go again. She chastised herself for thinking too hard and instead gave herself over to the rush of pleasure that came with the release only Ei could give her.

When her body finally stopped shaking, her girlfriend lowered them back down into the soft cushioning of the futon beneath them. They cuddled closely together, neither wanting to ruin the peaceful quiet of each other’s presence.

“Miko…what would you say to us keeping a shared diary?”

“My, Ei. Is this your way of telling me you have a secret endeavor to join Yae Publishing House?”

The other woman laughed. “I haven’t the ambition to do such a thing. I just thought it might be nice for us to exchange it whenever we part for our respective duties. The old one I gave you is full of regrets. This new volume would contain nothing but hope for our eternity.”

Pairing: Jean x Lisa

Tags: Jealousy, Misunderstandings, Improper Use of Electro (Genshin Impact), 69 (Sex Position), Vaginal Fingering

Summary:

Lisa walks past Angel's Share and catches sight of something that makes her stomach drop: Her acting grandmaster girlfriend is having a private meeting with a mysterious woman. Convinced there's more to the encounter than meets the eye, Lisa sets out to uncover the truth by eavesdropping with Kaeya and Diluc. If only Jean weren't so frustratingly dense...

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Surely something was wrong with her eyesight. Lisa squinted through the window of Angel’s Share, trying to make out the forms that had made her do a double take as she walked by on her way back to Knights of Favonius headquarters. She’d know that blonde head of hair anywhere…but who in the hells was the woman sitting way too close to her?

Drawing nearer, she tried to get a better look. She was so engrossed in her snooping that she didn’t hear the feather-light steps of her coworker as he came up beside her.

“Ooo, what have we here?”

The mage almost jumped out of her skin. “Archons!” She cursed quietly before slapping Kaeya’s shoulder. “It’s terrible manners to frighten someone my age like that, young man.”

“Pfft. You’re far too young to be talking like that, Lisa. So, care to explain why the acting grandmaster is here and not in her office?”

Glancing sideways, she grumbled, “That’s a mystery for both of us to solve, I suppose. I’ve never seen that other woman before, and it’s not like Jean to take meetings in public…”

“Hmm. Very strange that you of all people don’t know. I thought she tells you everything.”

“Are you kidding me? Any time I can get her away from that damn desk we do anything but talk.”

The cavalry captain snickered. “Well, she certainly seems to be doing a lot more talking with whoever that is. And from what I can tell, she’s not a Mondstadt native.” Lisa felt her skin crawl as the mysterious guest appeared to laugh at something her girlfriend said to her. 

“Maybe you should whip out that old Akademiya uniform of yours and bring some more excitement to the bedroom, hmm?”

She swatted him again. “Don’t be crude! But that’s not such a bad idea. Ugh! This is killing me! Can you go in and see what you can find out?”

“They’re at the far table. If we’re quiet, I don’t think they’ll notice us sitting at the bar.” As they bickered, they failed to notice Diluc making a beeline for the front door. 

“Will you two either enter or disperse already? You’re scaring away my customers.”

Like children caught with their hands in a krumkake jar, the two knights jolted away from the window. The librarian sidled up to the red-haired proprietor. “Diluc, sweetie. What do you know about that woman sitting with Jean?”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Who? Yelan?”

“So, the hussy is from Liyue,” Lisa whispered too loudly. 

“Oh, ho! Lisa! It’s not often I get to hear you get so catty,” Kaeya chided. 

Diluc cut in. “If you two will stop haunting the doorway like a pair of lost seelies, I’ll fill you in.” The group entered the tavern quietly, careful not to make a scene. The former knight poured them each a glass of dandelion wine before explaining.

“Yelan and I know each other through a…mutual connection of ours. I can’t tell you much more than that, as it could compromise said connections. What I will say is that you have nothing to worry about, Lisa. I’ve been here since they both arrived and nothing out of the ordinary has occurred. As a matter of fact, I was the one who arranged the meeting.”

His words didn’t register as the mage watched this Yelan reach forward to touch Jean’s shoulder, her eyelashes fluttering as she giggled. The barstool screeched, etching rough lines into the floorboards as she rose from her seat.

“That’s it!”

“Lisa! That’s going to need repairs!”

“Put it on my tab, owl boy!” She ground out angrily before marching over to the corner table. 

Putting on her best fake smile, she interrupted the conversation. “Jean! You didn’t tell me you’d be out and about today.” The librarian was an expert at hiding her true intentions behind a cheerful disposition. She turned to the other woman. “I’m sorry. I don’t believe we’ve met before. I’m the acting grandmaster’s girlfriend. And you are?”

Jean jolted at the unexpected intrusion. “L-lisa! What are you doing here?” The knight was clearly taken aback by her presence, and this only made the pit in the mage’s stomach grow deeper.

“Why ever wouldn’t I be here? Is there any reason I shouldn’t be?” She responded, her voice coming out a bit more forceful than she had hoped.

“Um…hello. I’m Yelan. Grandmaster Jean didn’t mention we’d be meeting with any other knights today. As for the topic of our conversation, I’m afraid that’s classified.”

“Classified? That’s funny. I didn’t realize eye-fucking another woman’s girlfriend was considered need-to-know information.”

“Lisa!” Jean shot her a mortified glare. “Yelan, I’m so sorry. Lisa is our head mage and keeper of our library. Whatever you’ve disclosed to me is safe with her as well.” She turned to her girlfriend before continuing. “Yelan was just telling me about what her girlfriend does and how she’s been adapting to life with her.”

Oh, damn it all.

The brown-haired woman smoothed out her dress. “Ah. I see.”

Yelan let out an awkward sigh. “Shenhe’s definitely got a lot to learn. She’s lived her entire life on a mountain top with an adeptus up until just recently. Real interesting upbringing. But that’s apparently a story for another time. Jean, please give some thought to the proposal I’ve shared with you. The Tianquan is excited at the prospect of solidarity between our two nations. If you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll catch up with the proprietor.” With a quick nod to Lisa, she swiftly removed herself from the situation. 

After waving her off, the acting grandmaster downed the rest of her beer. Sliding a small package toward her girlfriend, she quietly said, “This was going to be a surprise for your birthday. I had asked her to bring me some tea from Chenyu Vale. Figured it would be a good pairing with the light novels you read at home.”

Now Lisa felt like a proper asshole.

“Oh, Jean…I’m so, so sorry. You have to understand, I had no idea…”

“And yet you decided the best course of action was to waltz up to a meeting you weren’t invited to and embarrass me while I conducted business? Lisa, what were you thinking? Do you seriously believe I’d ever see someone behind your back? I’m a knight, for archonsakes!”

The librarian paused for a beat. Why was she the guilty one? Just because the situation wasn’t as it had seemed, it didn’t make the initial hurt any less real.

“Don’t try and pull the chivalry bullshit with me, Jean. You’d think you’d have the courtesy to at least give me a heads up that you were out on business today. I’m going home. Maybe you should sleep in your office tonight.”

And with that, she turned and left the tavern hoping and praying no one had seen her make a complete and utter fool of herself.

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Jean entered the home they shared as quietly as possible. She had stopped on the way to purchase a peace offering in the form of a bouquet of purple cecilias. After what had occurred today, she knew she’d need something to help smooth things over.

“Lisa?” She called out as she headed toward the bedroom. The mage appeared, arms crossed in defiance.

“That’s odd. I thought I told you to sleep in your office tonight.”

“Should I return these, then?” The acting grandmaster asked sheepishly. The librarian grabbed them and tossed the bouquet onto a side table.

Her girlfriend sighed in resignation. “Look, Lis. We need to talk. What’s going on?”

“What’s going on?” Lisa scoffed. “I stopped by your office today, only to find no one knew where you were. Then, I just happen to come across you sitting with a beautiful woman who’s clearly flirting with you.”

“She was not flirting with me! Did you not hear her say she’s seeing someone?”

“Of course you would say that. You’re so dense,” the librarian said with a roll of her eyes. 

“She was just being friendly. It had nothing to do with me. Apparently, her girlfriend isn’t attuned to social cues, so she was demonstrating how she had to communicate that kind of closeness.”

“That’s not what this is about!”

“Then what is the issue?”

“You allowed her to touch you in public. When we first got together, you made it very clear you wanted to appear professional in front of our colleagues. Yes, I still flirt, but I’m warm and inviting with everyone, so it’s not unusual. And yet you remain indifferent. You don’t think for a moment that maybe I want people to know I’m yours? I don’t always want to be the one that has to tell people we’re together. They always act so shocked because you never show any outward interest.”

The knight stood there in shock. Wracking her brain, she found she couldn’t defend herself. Lisa was absolutely right. “I-I’m sorry. It’s never my intention to act cold toward you, but I do have a reputation to uphold.”

“I know you didn’t ask to become acting grandmaster, Jean. But sometimes, I wish you would put as much effort into our relationship as you do your work.”

Before her girlfriend could bring up the small gift she had Yelan acquire for her, the mage interjected. 

“And I do appreciate that you try to show your affection in other ways. However, seeing you accept the touch of another, even when there’s no ill intent…it still upsets me. Your obliviousness might give others the wrong idea.”

Jean walked toward her and took her in her arms. “I’ve only got eyes for you. No one, and I mean no one, will ever compare. I’m sorry. I promise to try and be more aware in situations like that.”

Lisa melted into her embrace. “No…I’m sorry. I let my jealousy get the better of me and embarrassed myself on top of it all. Diluc and Kaeya tried to warn me, but I was too upset to listen. I hope I didn’t completely ruin your negotiations. If that’s even what that conversation was.”

Her girlfriend kissed her forehead. “Don’t worry about it. Yelan understood and said if she were in your shoes, she probably would have done a lot worse.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear it,” The mage responded with a giggle while playing with the collar of Jean’s dress shirt.

The acting grandmaster put her hand over Lisa’s. “But that doesn’t excuse my behavior, either. I really need to get better at thinking how my actions could make you question how I feel about you. About us.” Her fingers tightened around hers. “Is there any way I can make it up to you?” The knight pressed her lips against her girlfriend’s, and the librarian let out a sigh of satisfaction.

“Well, I can think of one way,” she responded as she started unbuttoning the other woman’s shirt. Her fingers glided down her toned abdomen, tracing the lines of her muscles. “Words are one thing, actions another.” She looked up at her through her lashes. “Why don’t we let yours speak for themselves, hmmm?”

If this was a test, Jean knew she’d pass it with flying colors. She was nothing if not devoted. Picking her up with ease, she led them to the bedroom and began to undress her. Shrugging out of her own shirt that Lisa had happily helped her with, she carefully removed her girlfriend’s usual purple dress. 

Once they’d taken to the mattress, the acting grandmaster carefully situated herself on top of her. Her lips trailed down the soft skin of her neck as she rested her hand on her breast. Firmly grasping it, she swiped at her nipple with her thumb and was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure. The librarian tore at the sheets beneath them, eager to find something to ground her. 

Her lover’s mouth sought to taste every inch of her. She brought her hand between them and a slid a digit between her folds, tracing her lips to gather her arousal. “I need you, Lisa. You’ve been so good to me, always, even when I don’t deserve it. I love you, and I can’t believe you love me. If I can make you feel half as amazing, I will stop at nothing to do so.”

“J-jean…must you always sound so much like a knight?” She whimpered as her legs spread wider.

The acting grandmaster slid inside of her as she kissed from her hip to her chest. “Don’t pretend you don’t love being treated like the princess I’m sworn to serve,” she responded. She began to thrust her digit while she latched onto mage’s perched nipple, her tongue hot and wet against her flushed skin.

“Oh, Archons!” Lisa cried out.

 Jean added a second finger and the mage bucked underneath her. She grazed her walls and added pressure to the spot she knew would drive her over the edge.

“Fuckkkk, Jean…more…I need more…” the usually calm and collected librarian moaned.

Spurred on by her desperate pleas, the acting grandmaster adjusted herself so Lisa’s legs were propped up on her shoulders. Leaning down to kiss her, her digits went impossibly deep, giving the mage exactly what she was begging for. With a few more well-placed thrusts, Jean caught her cry of release in her mouth as Lisa came undone cursing against her lips.

The knight pulled back slightly and grinned. “How’s that for an apology? Do I have your forgiveness?”

Ever the stubborn librarian, she replied, “Hmph. Don’t think just because you’re strong and good with your hands that I’ll let you off easily, cutie.” Knowing her guard was down, Lisa swung her legs around Jean’s waist and rolled her under her. 

“I think some form of punishment is still in order. Let’s see…” She tapped a finger to her lips in faux concentration.

“I don’t suppose you’ll let me off with just a warning this time?” The acting grandmaster asked as she crossed her arms behind her head and awaited her fate.

“Archons, no! What kind of example would that set for the other knights? Ah, I think I’ve got just the thing.” Turning around, she positioned herself so her lower half was parallel to Jean’s face while her own was between the other woman’s thighs.

“This way, you have to work just as hard as I do,” she purred, the warmth of her breath tickling her girlfriend’s opening. Feeling the acting grandmaster shudder against her, she decided to tease her just a little more. “Well? What are you waiting for? Convince me that you deserve what I can give you.”

Never one to back down from a duel, Jean grabbed Lisa’s ass and licked a firm line down the other woman’s slit. The mage hissed in surprise and nearly twitched back into her face. Spurred on by her competitive nature, the librarian decided it was time to do what she did best. Her girlfriend may have the brawn, but she had the brains and vision control to bring her to her knees.

Lisa focused on channeling the lowest voltage of electro possible on the tip of her tongue, and gently prodded the acting grandmaster’s bud. The knight ceased her licking.

“Fuckkkkkkk, L-lisa!”

“Ah, ah. I didn’t say you could stop. And don’t you dare come before I do. You’ve got the endurance. Show me you can hold out.” The mage sent a steady current down her lover’s slick lips and could feel Jean continue, albeit with a subtle stutter in her pace.

Trying her best not to let her own pleasure distract her, Lisa worked her mouth while reveling in the feel of the other woman’s tongue inside of her. She channeled harder, and heard her girlfriend let out a pathetic whimper. It only made Jean work more diligently to bring Lisa back to the brink. Already sensitive from her first climax, the librarian knew she wasn’t going to last very long.

“Mmmm…very good, dear. Keep licking like your life depends on it. You’ll be rewarded, I promise…”

Eager to make her come get again, the acting grandmaster slurped and sucked her clit until she could feel her girlfriend start to shake. The mage gripped Jean’s thighs for support as she let her tongue rumble against her sensitive bundle of nerves. Both women moaned as they hit their peaks simultaneously.

Lisa was grateful her lover had the muscle to keep her from flopping down on top of her. Carefully pulling her to her side, the knight held her tightly. “It’s not a fair fight if you use your vision, you know,” she whispered in her ear.

The other woman giggled. “Oh, Jean. How else would I prove electro’s superiority over that Liyue hussy’s hydro?”

“Lisa!” She whined. “Are you still that upset? I swear to you, there is absolutely nothing between us! I-”

Turning her head, the librarian cut her off with a kiss. “Cutie, you are far too easy to rile up. You’re forgiven.”

The acting grandmaster let out a sigh of relief. “Good. I was starting to think I was going to have to come up with a creative way to use anemo in the bedroom as a final resort.”

Pairing: Furina x Arlecchino

Tags: Tentacles, Sex Toys, Monsterfucking | Teratophilia, Vacation, Vaginal Fingering, Fantasizing, Romance Novel

Summary:

Arlecchino finally manages to get some time off and takes Furina on a vacation to Natlan. While lounging poolside, the former archon's beach read is quickly forgotten when she befriends a curious young saurian. When the Knave heads down to the hot springs to check on her girlfriend, she discovers Furina's abandoned book...and it's hardly what she expected her to be reading. But the trashy monster romance novel, enthusiastically recommended by Navia, sets the harbinger's scheming mind in motion. It's time to release the kraken.

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A cool, pleasant breeze rustled the pages of the flimsy paperback Furina was reading as she sat poolside. It had felt like ages since she had time to herself like this. With Arlecchino constantly out on Fatui business and the former archon consulting for a number of famous Fontainian movie directors, it was rare that the two of them had a chance to take a proper vacation.

When her girlfriend told her she’d gotten the Tsaritsa’s permission to head to Natlan for a week to spend time at the People of the Spring’s resort, she nearly sang with glee. The hot springs’ reputation preceded it, and she could hardly wait to see the Knave dressed for the occasion. This morning, the other woman had told her to go out ahead of her while she put in a call to Lyney to check on the state of the House of the Hearth, so she decided to pass the time by reading a new novel Navia had suggested to her.

When Furina had asked what it was about, she’d responded with a wink and a vague, “You’ll just have to trust me.” It was a beach read in more ways than one, alright. She had to admit, she didn’t think the leader of the Spina di Rosula would have such a raunchy taste in literature. Of course, she was aware of this genre…she just hadn’t had a chance to properly get into it with so many children running in and out of her room at the House.

As she turned the page, she heard a strange sound and looked up to search for its source. Letting out a loud squeal, the former archon set her book down on the lounge chair. A baby Koholasaur had waddled right up to her and cocked its head in curiosity. 

“Well, aren’t you just precious! Did you want someone to play with? I’ll have you know I’m an excellent swimmer. Though I can’t say the same for my girlfriend,” she chuckled. “Speaking of which, I wonder what’s taking her so long.” The little one pawed at her shin impatiently. “Oh, well. I’m sure she won’t mind if I take a dip without her. Lead the way, cutie!”

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Not long after, Arlecchino sauntered down to the cabana they had rented, only to find her lover was nowhere to be seen.

“I swear that woman will be the death of me. Where did she run off to now?” She sighed under her breath. Glancing around for clues to her whereabouts, her eyes fell on the book she had left behind. The Knave picked it up, careful not to lose her girlfriend’s place. Her finger traced over the title etched into the cover: Claimed by the Deep.

Humming in curiosity, she thought, What an intriguing name. I don’t believe I’ve seen this in our library. Must be new. Opening to the page she had saved, she began to scan the text.

The young maiden gasped and shuddered as one of the Kraken’s numerous tentacles teased its way across her chest. Despite its monstrous appearance, she couldn’t help but be excited at the way its suckers teased her tender flesh. With a firm grip, its other appendages spread her legs, slowly creeping up her thighs toward her dripping wet center…

Finally realizing this was no ordinary romance novel, she smirked darkly. I had no idea she was interested in this kind of thing. I’ll have to use this knowledge to my advantage now that we’re alone for the week. 

“Arle! Finally! I thought you’d never leave the room! Everything alright?” 

The harbinger slammed the book shut, relieved to see her girlfriend was still too far away to notice how engrossed she was in her reading material. Clearing her throat, she yelled back, “Yes, dear. Lyney has everything under control, thankfully. He told me to get off the phone and focus on you.” Which she certainly intended to do after making one quick pit stop.

“How about I run to one of the local stores and pick us up some ice-cold drinks and a sweet treat or two? It appears you’ve made a new friend to keep you company for just a bit longer, anyway.”

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After running back to the resort, she quickly located the concierge desk. “I have a request I’m sure you get fairly frequently, but I’d appreciate it if you kept things…discrete,” she whispered as she slid a small but hefty bag of mora over to the employee.

His eyes grew wide. “Discretion is my middle name. How may I be of assistance?”

“Seeing as this is a popular vacation destination, I’d assume there is at least one business in the area that sells toys of the…adult variety? I’m looking for something a bit out of the ordinary, you see.”

Flashing her a conspiratorial grin, he murmured, “Madame, you need only describe what you’re looking for, and I’ll have it delivered directly to your suite.”

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Confident her plan was in good hands, Arlecchino quickly stopped by one of the snack stands to grab what she’d need as evidence for her cover story. The rest of the afternoon was spent partaking of glasses of Gentle Sea Breeze and Volcano Cake while cuddling together and soaking up the sun.

When they finally returned to their room, the Knave caught the unassuming brown paper bag out of the corner of her eye and silently thanked her co-conspirator. Everything was in place. Now it was time to surprise her little bookworm. Sneaking up behind her girlfriend, her arms snaked around her slim waist as she bent until her lips brushed the tip of her ear.

“Mmm. I hope all that heat didn’t wear you out, love. I didn’t come all the way to Natlan just to float around with saurians all day.”

Catching her drift, Furina swirled around and leaned into her embrace. “Believe me, I intend to take advantage of every second we don’t have to worry about a little future Fatui member accidentally walking in on us. Let me just put my book down and…”

Arlecchino snatched her wrist. “About that. Perhaps it was a bit rude of me, but I happened to catch a glimpse of a page or two.”

Immediately, the former archon’s already sun-kissed cheeks turned an even brighter red. “O-oh? I-is that right? Um, I wasn’t the one who picked it out, I swear. Navia and I were talking, and she said she and Clorinde both really enjoyed the unique…uh…plot.”

Her girlfriend offered her a reassuring smile. “Furina, darling. There’s no need to be embarrassed. We all have certain…proclivities that we fear others may find odd. I only regret that you didn’t feel comfortable enough to broach the topic with me sooner.”

“Y-you don’t think I’m weird for being curious about that kind of thing?”

“Far from it. In fact,” Arlecchino released her and went to fetch the package that was waiting for them. She reached in and presented their new toy to a very surprised Furina. “I figured we could make your little fantasy a reality.”

The dildo was crafted into the shape of a thick tentacle, complete with realistic suckers and a lubricant that promised an “authentic” feel. “Arle! When did you…? Oh, Archons! What if someone saw?”

“Hush, now, dearest. I paid good mora to ensure this couldn’t be traced back to either of us. Who says we can’t have a little naughty fun on our vacation? It’s not as if the opportunity arises very often at the House of the Hearth, after all.”

Now the former archon was an absolute blushing mess. “W-will you…oh, I can’t do this…”

Her girlfriend’s thumb softly caressed her bottom lip. “Will I what, droplet? Use your words.”

She could feel Furina swallow hard as she gathered every bit of courage she had. “Will you…use that…on me?”

“I’d be delighted to, if that is what your heart desires.”

Images of passages she had read and fantasized about flashed through her mind, giving her the final push. 

“Yes,” she breathed.

Arlecchino’s eyes began to glow a fiery shade of red. “Then prepare to be ravished by your very own ‘monster.’ And look at this, you’re already in your swimming attire. Always prepared for the role, aren’t you?” She growled.

Suddenly aware of how exposed she was standing there in her bikini, the former archon felt her skin rise in anticipation. Her girlfriend was right. What was she if not the most dedicated actress in all of Fontaine? Nay, Teyvat? If there was ever a time to embody the role of helpless maiden, it was now.

“Oh, no! Whatever shall I do? The mighty kraken has me all alone in its lair, and I have nothing to defend myself with.” She let out a seductive gasp. “But wait! Perhaps I do,” she whispered before shifting one strap off her shoulder. Arlecchino’s eyes grew wide. 

“Maybe if I can use my body to appease this creature of the deep, it’ll let me go after it’s had its way with me?” Another strap fell to its doom as Furina held up the remaining fabric so it just barely covered the swell of her breasts.

“Hmmm, that’s quite possible, fair maiden. But I must warn you…I’m quite insatiable.” With the toy in hand, the Knave used it to nudge the other woman’s hands out of the way. Her bikini top dropped to the floor, revealing her sensitive skin to the cool air of the room. 

Humming in approval, Arlecchino continued. “Now let’s see if I can recall what happens next. Ah, yes. I believe we start here…” The soft, life-like texture of the tentacle toy grazed across her lover’s chest as she began, just like the passage she had read earlier. Furina let out a little whine of anticipation as she stopped thinking and just felt.

“I do believe we’ll need to move somewhere a bit more comfortable for this next part,” the harbinger murmured as she towered over her and ominously walked her back toward the king-sized bed. As if under a spell, the other woman followed her lead and tumbled backward onto the mattress. 

Arlecchino chucked darkly. “Am I really that ominous? Or are you simply that excited to feel these suckers over every last inch of that gorgeous body of yours?”

“You wouldn’t be much of a kraken if you were all happy and cuddly, now, would you?” The former archon managed to taunt.

“Touché,” she replied with a devious grin before pouncing on her. Furina squealed in surprise at the sudden lunge as she tried her best to wriggle out of her grasp. The Knave pinned her firmly with her hips while undoing the strings of her bikini bottoms. “These are in my way,” she rumbled before throwing them across the room.

Just as the story had progressed, Arlecchino spread her girlfriend’s legs wider and used the sucker-side of the toy to slowly creep up one thigh toward her center. “Ah, I almost forgot.” She grabbed the bottle of lube that came with the package and slathered it on the tentacle. “Not that you’ll need it with how fucking wet you already are. But I suppose there’s no point if we don’t fully lean into the theatrics, no?”

“Do your worst, you terrible villain!” The former archon cried, trembling for full dramatic effect. 

“Oh, I plan to,” the harbinger purred as she positioned the dildo at her entrance and carefully pushed inside. Furina moaned as she filled her, fascinated at the unusual new sensation. The suction cups were more flexible than she expected, and she whimpered when she felt her girlfriend go deep enough for her to feel them brush against her clit. 

Her moans spurred the Knave on, causing her to experiment with different speeds and techniques. When she twisted it, the other woman bucked her hips as if begging for her to slam into her deeper.

“Eager little thing, aren’t you? You’re the first human to actually appear to be enjoying this…”

“I better be the only human enjoying this!” She whined. Arlecchino couldn’t help but laugh at her adorable jealous streak. 

“Silly me. I thought a malicious creature of the deep would have to earn its reputation by word of mouth. But I don’t suppose one could do that if said mouth was occupied,” she said before kissing her hard. Her tongue lunged into the former archon, and she used it to mimic the movements of the toy. Swirling and pumping at a methodical pace, she knew Furina well enough to predict she was teetering on the brink by the way she was pulling her so impossibly close.

With a final strike of those sticky suction cups against her sensitive bud, her girlfriend’s body shook as she clung to her for support. Arlecchino held her tightly as she came down from her high. “Are you alright?” She asked quietly. 

The former archon kissed her softly before whispering, “Shhhh, yes, I’m fine. Don’t ruin the ambiance.”

Her girlfriend smirked. How ever could she forget that mood was everything when it came to this woman and her love of theatrics?

“I have to say, Madame Kraken…I don’t believe I’ve ever experienced something like that before,” Furina said as she gently pushed Arlecchino’s shoulder to get her to lie back. Climbing onto her lap, she positioned the toy between the other woman’s thighs. She grabbed onto the harbinger’s shoulders and began to rock back and forth along the ridges of suction cups.

Letting out an eager moan as the texture grazed her overly sensitive bud, the former archon groaned, “Ohhh, kraken! You feel so good…”

Arlecchino clenched her jaw as she watched Furina use the unusual toy to pleasure herself. Staring in awe, her breathing quickened as the other woman’s face contorted with the imminent approach of her second orgasm. Furina’s whimpering was muffled by her mouth colliding against the Knave’s as she twitched and writhed.

“Oh, my. Where are my manners? Who says a monster shouldn’t have the chance to get off as well?”

Cocking an eyebrow in curiosity at her comment, the harbinger waited to see what her girlfriend had up her sleeve. The smaller woman settled between her legs, and Arlecchino swore quietly as she realized what she was about to do.

“As the former hydro archon, I should be able to easily tame a sea creature,” she taunted as she brought the tentacle to her mouth and traced its suction cups with her tongue.

“Fuck…you’re incorrigible…” the harbinger purred as she watched her lap at her own juices that coated the toy. Her hips jerked involuntarily in need as the other woman deep-throated the dildo. Furina winked as she brought a hand to the Knave’s already soaked entranced and eased two fingers into her. 

Arlecchino’s eyes narrowed, hooded with lust. Her breathing was growing shallower by the moment as she tried to maintain control. This was becoming increasingly more difficult with the way the former archon was working both her and the toy. Her tongue teased the tip of the tentacle while she mimicked the motion against the Knave’s clit. 

The other woman couldn’t help but growl greedily at the sight, refusing to slam her eyes shut lest she miss a single moment of this display. Furina took the shaft and slid it into her mouth as far as she could, her digits doing the same inside her lover. Her girlfriend bit her lip in an attempt to let pain drown out pleasure.

“Come for me, my big, strong kraken,” Furina murmured before she swiped her thumb in tight circles against Arlecchino’s sensitive bud. The Knave could hold on no longer. A trail of liquid squirted out onto the former archon’s hand as she let her ride out her climax.

Her face crimson from both exertion and embarrassment, the other woman tried to stutter out an apology, but was silenced with a firm kiss.

Letting out a playful chuckle, Furina giggled, “You inked all over my hand! What a good kraken.” Arlecchino couldn’t help but laugh. Everything was so much less serious since she had come into her life, and sex was no exception.

“Well, I am dating the most famous actress in Fontaine. I figured it was necessary that I step up my game.” She reached out to the bedside table where their inspirational tome now lay. “Navia and I are going to have to have a conversation about what a bad influence she’s being,” the harbinger teased.

Furina’s eyes sparkled. “Apparently, that book is tame compared to how Clorinde makes use of her tabletop troupe game master skills.”

Pairing: Beidou x Ningguang

Tags: Drinking, Loneliness, Drunkenness, Drunk Sex, Nod-Krai (Genshin Impact), Vaginal Fingering, Grinding, Semi-Public Sex

Summary:

With the Nod-Krai Trade Expo officially concluded, it's time for the participants to celebrate. But one lonely captain sits at a corner booth away from the ruckus to drink and yearn for the one who isn't here. It's a good thing the Tianquan is full of surprises.

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About time! I’ve been itching to see Nod-Krai from the bottom of a bottle!

Beidou had always been a woman of her word. With the trade expo finally concluded, she now found herself three deep at The Flagship, courtesy of Yelan. The spy had promised free-flowing booze in exchange for passage there, and who was the captain to turn down such a generous offer?

Surrounded by new friends and old, she took another swig and couldn’t help but feel…lonely. Perhaps it didn’t help that she’d chosen to sulk at a corner booth further away from the other vendors.

“That was a mighty empty laugh at Jahoda’s little sing-along attempt. Mora for your thoughts?” Yelan only spoke loud enough for her to hear.

“S’nothin. Just a little exhausted’s all,” she scoffed. Her eyes fell upon the Fontainian couple she had met for the first time at the expo and felt like she’d been shot in the gut by the ballista she’d been hawking.

Of course Navia and Clorinde possessed geo and electro visions. They were lovely people, but did they have to remind her so much of herself and the woman she loved?

Ever the observant one, the intelligence agent smirked knowingly. “I didn’t take you to be the kind who mopes during a celebration. Aren’t you always the life of the party? Ohhhh, I see. It’s because a certain somebody isn’t here to praise you for a job well done, isn’t it?”

“Watch it, Ye,” the captain grumbled. “Or the next time you need a ride somewhere, you’ll have to swim.”

The spy nudged her shoulder playfully. “C’mon, don’t be such a grouch. How do you think I feel being away from Shenhe all the time?” She swirled the bubbly liquid in the delicate flute within her grasp. “It’s the nature of our occupations. We know what we signed up for.”

“Still don’t make it any easi-” She stopped mid-sentence. Clearly, she needed to take it easier on the alcohol, because she had to be hallucinating. A familiar figure stood at the bar clinking glasses with Nefer, the melodic sound of her laugh drifting through the crowded space.

Trying to blink the blur from her eyes, Beidou slurred, “Yelan, y’sure this is just beer, right? Didn’t spike it with gin or nothin’?”

“Well look at that. She did make it. I guess I owe Lumine a Nod-Krai hot dog,” the other woman sighed as she rose from her seat.

“W-wait…what are you talkin’ about? Ye! Hey!” Try as she might to go after her, the captain’s equilibrium betrayed her. Her head felt like a ship being tossed by the waves, and she was forced back down into her booth. The beautiful blonde was now walking toward her, her hips swaying with the elegance and sensuality of a siren.

“This seat taken?” The Tianquan asked, not waiting for the answer before sitting so close to Beidou she could swear she was actually aiming for her lap.

“N-ning? H-how? What’re you doin’ here? Who’s watching over-”

“My, I come all this way to toast to your achievements, and all you can do is fret?” Ningguang chided before taking a sip of her wine. The captain watched as her ruby-tinted lips brushed the edge of the glass, a million inappropriate images assaulting her booze-addled brain. “What’s your poison?” She inquired, nodding toward the empty bottle in Beidou’s hand.

“I-I think I’m good. This is beer number three,” she chuckled nervously.

The Tianquan pouted. “So Yelan gets to drink with you, but I don’t? Doesn’t seem very fair to me.”

Afraid she had offended her, Beidou immediately tried to rectify the situation. “S’not like that! It’s just…Archons, Ning! It’s like a dream. You’re really here?” Her voice cracked, but she was too buzzed to care about hiding how touched she was.

“I am. For you, no distance is too far, my love,” she said tenderly, her hand reaching to gently cup her cheek. “But let’s not get sappy, hmm? As I said, I’m here to toast your impeccable saleswoman-ship. Shame your bottle is empty…I suppose we’ll have to make do with what we have.”

Nothing could have prepared Beidou for what happened next.

Ningguang partook of the rest of her wine, leaned in, and shared the crimson liquid with a kiss. The libation sloshed into Beidou’s mouth, and she felt the searing heat slip down her throat. Thanking the archons for the level of noise in the bar, the captain’s pathetic moan was easily drowned out. The Tianquan had felt it, though, and was determined to take this as far as she could.

She teased her lover’s bottom lip between her teeth and was rewarded with a groan as she pulled away. “Ning…we can’t…not here…”

“Why ever not?” She purred in response.

“What if someone sees?” 

“You think I traveled thousands of miles to give a fuck? This isn’t Liyue, darling. As far as everyone here is concerned, I’m just another tourist.”

Beidou tried the best she could to process the situation. She had picked this spot specifically because it was further away from the ruckus. The younger patrons had gotten swept up in a game of tabletop troupe with Navia and Clorinde, and Yelan was keeping Nefer occupied. 

“Fuck it,” Beidou growled before grabbing her hips and pulling her onto her lap. She snatched another kiss from Ningguang, this time far more aggressive. The Tianquan let out a squeal of surprise that was quickly swallowed by her partner. Grabbing onto her shirt, the captain could feel her nails digging into her chest and dragged her impossibly close.

As their make-out session grew more heated, the blonde could feel her desire increasing by the second. Warmth pooled in her belly, and a small whine of frustration escaped from her throat. Her hips rocked in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure.

Beidou chuckled, the sour scent of hops assaulting her girlfriend’s senses as she moved to whisper in her ear. “Aw, wassa matter? Not enough for you?”

“With you being gone for so long? Of course not,” she muttered back.

“Whatever expedition comes after this, you’re gonna have to send someone else, cuz the next time I’m back in Liyue, we aren’t leaving the Jade Chamber,” the other woman taunted before kissing down her neck.

“Hmm…It would certainly be cheaper. You cost me a fortune in fines.”

Beidou stopped in her tracks. “You wanna talk cheap? I’m not the one grinding myself on a mercenary captain’s thigh right now. You’re gonna get us caught and thrown out.”

Shrugging, Ningguang shot back, “Then you better hurry up and get me off, darling. I dragged myself across the continent for this. I’m not stopping until I come.”

Calling on the liquid courage still in her bloodstream, Beidou’s hand snaked under the Tianquan’s dress and pulled aside her soaked panties. She heard a sharp intake of breath as the cool air of the bar kissed the other woman’s sensitive skin. A single finger ran its length across her dripping seam, and Ningguang bit her lip to stifle a whimper.

The captain slid her digit against her clit, and the other woman slouched forward to bury her head in her shoulder. Working the bud in tight, steady circles, Beidou used the movements that had now been ingrained in her muscle memory to strike the optimum balance between pressure and speed.

“B-bei…” Ningguang mewled, her voice muffled by the fabric of her girlfriend’s top.

“I got ya, baby. Coast is clear for now,” she reassured as she continued to touch her. 

“Archons…I’m so close…”

“Then come for me, Ning.” It was a command, not a request. Her demanding tone was enough to send her lover over the peak, and she held her tightly as she shuddered against her. 

A smile of lazy satisfaction graced the Tianquan’s lips. She’d be damned if she was the only one coming undone in public tonight. Her knee settled between the captain’s thighs and pressed into her core.

The other woman inhaled sharply. “N-ning! I don’t think we…”

“Shhh. Be a dear and let me return the favor. Or are you afraid you won’t be able to hold it together and will expose your baser self to your new friends?”

She nudged her lover’s center, the texture of the fabric causing an unfamiliar yet pleasant sensation to ripple through her. Beidou’s whimper was barely perceptible, but it caused her lover to smirk deviously. Ningguang covered her mouth with hers as an insurance policy...she’d known her long enough to know how vocal she could be when she’d had one too many.

Her girlfriend grabbed her waist tightly, the pull of her fingers on her skin a desperate, wordless plea for more as she felt the Tianquan press deeper. Ningguang looked up and caught Nefer’s eye. The intelligence broker watched them from afar with a knowing grin. Subtly raising her glass, she turned away to distract a small group with conversation.

I’ll have to send her some Liyuean delicacies as a thank you when we get back home, she mentally noted. 

Returning her attention to her lover, her lips brushed the booze-reddened tip of her ear before slipping inside with her tongue. She heard Beidou grind out a swear before sinking her teeth into the tender flesh of the Tianquan’s shoulder.

“No one's watching…do what you have to do, dear,” Ningguang purred. Throwing caution to the wind, the captain thrust against the other woman’s knee, chasing her orgasm with reckless abandon. Her slender girlfriend felt one final squeeze of Beidou’s muscular arms before her grip loosened and her limbs turned to jelly.

The captain let out a muffled sigh of satisfaction. “You’re worse than me, ya know.”

Cocking her head in confusion, the Tianquan replied, “How so?”

“If I accosted you like this in a bar in Liyue Harbor, you’d have had Keqing escort me out for bad behavior.”

Pairing: Nefer x Lauma

Tags: Birthday, Strap-Ons, Praise Kink

Summary:

Lauma wants to celebrate Nefer’s birthday, but the owner of the Curatorium of Secrets tries to deny her. As she’ll soon learn, it’s very hard to say no to such an eager-to-please Moonchanter.

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"A little birdie told me your birthday is this weekend,” a soothing voice from behind the Curatorium owner chimed.

Not glancing up from her paperwork, Nefer responded, “Oh? And who might this ‘little birdie’ be? I might have to remove their tongue to keep them silent.”

Lauma let out a sigh of disappointment. “Is resorting to violence always your first train of thought?”

The other woman turned around to face her girlfriend. “I wouldn’t have gotten as far in life as I have without it. It seems Jahoda can’t keep her mouth shut when she’s around you. Which is why I don’t let you borrow her regularly.”

“Oh, come now. Go easy on the poor girl. It just slipped out in conversation. You know how she gets when she’s excited.”

Shaking her head, the owner of the Curatorium couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’ll let her off the hook this time. However, she and I are still going to have a chat when she returns from her latest assignment. I can’t have her blabbing every little secret. It’s not good for business.” 

“Well, now that the cat’s out of the bag…How would you like to celebrate your special day?” Lauma pressed. 

Nefer crossed her arms defensively. “I stopped celebrating my birthday years ago. There’s nothing special about it. It’s the same as any other day. Not all of us can be revered as goddesses, you know.”

“No need to be so poisonous, my viper. I’m sure there’s something your heart desires. Goddesses or not, you deserve to be praised. Without you, I’d have no one to tease,” she explained with a pout.

Walking over to her girlfriend, the owner of the Curatorium pulled her in by the hips. “Is that the only reason you enjoy my company?”

The Moonchanter wrapped her arms around her neck and pressed her forehead to hers. “Of course not, my love. You make me feel like no other person has ever before. I was always accustomed to prioritizing my duties as Moonchanter over my own needs and desires. You showed me it didn’t have to be that way.”

Nefer’s lips twitched into a smirk. “Well, I’m glad I was able to get you to see the light.” She leaned in and kissed her slowly. Before she could take it further, Lauma pulled away.

“Will you please let me treat you to something for once?” She whined playfully, batting her eyelashes for maximum effect.

With a roll of her eyes, the owner of the Curatorium finally gave in. “Fine. It’s not fair, you know. Using those great, big doe-eyes of yours to get your way.”

Said eyes sparkled with promise and excitement. “You won’t be disappointed.”

“Hold on, now. Before you go sauntering off…I’d like to make a request.”

The Moonchanter looked at her with a smug grin. “Oh? But you seemed so against the idea of me doing anything just a moment ago…”

“Don’t get smart with me,” she warned. Her face softened as she admitted, “When I’m with you is when I feel the most alive. So, in honor of me surviving yet another year, I’d like to propose we not leave the bedroom until I say so. I’m sure Jahoda can handle anything that pops up this weekend by herself.”

Lauma’s laugh warmed the room. “You’re going to run that poor girl into the ground. I know better than anyone how insatiable you are once you get started.”

—————————

True to the Moonchanter’s assessment, they had barely entered Nefer’s room before her hands were all over her.

Grabbing her by the shoulders, she peeled her off. “Nefer, dearest, I’m just as excited as you are, but please let me get situated first.”

She looked at her like she was offended. “I’m sorry, I thought this was my day.”

“It is, but I need a moment to at least set my bags down.”

“Fine,” she huffed as she watched her girlfriend. Lauma set her overnight luggage on a chair and made the mistake of turning around. “Okay, time’s up,” Nefer announced before grabbing her by the waist once more.

Swatting her hands, she couldn’t help but giggle. “Who would have thought a fearsome viper like yourself could be so needy?”

The owner of the Curatorium tilted closer, her voice low and smooth. “Even vipers need warmth. Won’t you let me slither up and steal a little of yours?”

“Very smooth.” Her girlfriend’s gaze shifted around the room. “Where’s Ashru?”

“I had Jahoda take him out for the day,” she said, her voice muffled by skin as she kissed her shoulder.

“So…we have the entire place to ourselves?”

“Yes. Why?”

Squirming out of her grasp, she begged, “Let go and I’ll show you.”

Reluctantly, the Curatorium owner dropped her arms and watched as she returned to her belongings. Nefer bit back a moan as she stared at her backside as she bent over. “You’re teasing me.”

Lauma giggled. “Maybe just a little,” she said before turning around with a harness and strap-on in hand.

The other woman cocked an eyebrow. “Not to ruin the moment, babe, but that’s not really a surprise.”

“It wouldn’t be if you were the one wearing it. You’re going to let me be in charge while you sit back and let me take care of you.”

“Well, well. Happy birthday to me~,” Nefer purred before closing the gap between them. Slow pecks quickly became heated as they shed their clothing, eager to get the celebration started. 

Slipping into the harness, the Moonchanter’s gaze burned with desire. “Turn around,” she commanded.

“Don’t let this bossiness go to your head. I take orders from no one,” the owner of the Curatorium bit back.

Lauma narrowed her eyes. “Oh, I think you’ll take them from me today, love.” She nipped at the exposed skin of her neck as she rubbed the tip of the toy against her clit. “Now, if you want more, then be a good girl and turn around for me.” Her teeth sank into the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

“F-fair enough,” she panted before quickly facing away.

The other woman wrapped her arms around her girlfriend’s chest and gently grasped her breasts. Nefer leaned back into her, her head resting on her shoulder as she let out a soft groan. 

She rolled her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, causing her lover to whimper as a shockwave of pleasure shot through her veins. “Spread your legs for me, dear.”

The dildo teased between Nefer’s wet folds, sliding back and forth in an attempt to lubricate the thick shaft. Lauma could tell the owner of the Curatorium was becoming increasingly frustrated.

“L-lauma, can you please get on with it?” She panted.

“Hmm, you are needy, aren’t you?” She kissed her shoulder as her hands roamed everywhere except where Nefer wanted them. Her girlfriend continued to clench around nothing as the toy slid past its target yet again.

“My doe, please…” she begged.

Lauma smiled and whispered in her ear, her lips grazing the heated flesh. “You’re going to have to spread wider and lean on the table if you’re going to take me. You’ll want something to hold onto…trust me.”

As she arched forward, the Moonchanter grabbed the other woman’s waist and slowly guided her length into her. Nefer moaned in both pleasure and relief, her body adjusting to the intrusion. Lauma began to rock her hips, thrusting in and out gently at first. When she established a steady rhythm, the owner of the Curatorium felt her fingers dig deeper into the flesh of her sides. The sound of her body making contact with every push drove Nefer to the brink.

“Who would have…ahh! Thought such a docile doe could have…such an animalistic side to her? Oh, fuck…”

“I’m full of surprises. Snakes aren’t the only cunning creatures, you know…” she replied between grunts.

She slammed into her over and over again as she reveled in her moans. Moving one hand between them, she circled her clit with her index finger to bring her ever closer to climax.

“A-archons…Lauma…!” Nefer squealed as she came hard on the strap. Part of the Moonchanter wished she could actually feel her pulsing around her as she stilled inside of her. 

Still holding her tightly, she murmured, “Are you alright? As you know, I’m usually on the opposite end of this.”

Trying to sound like she still had her composure, the owner of the Curatorium responded, “Never been better. Not bad for your first time.”

“Thank you. That’s nice of you to say, but…wait, not bad?”

Nefer knew this would set off her desire to be praised. “Oh, I didn’t mean it wasn’t enjoyable. Far from it. But perhaps you need to pay a bit more attention when I’m fucking you. They do say experience is the best teacher,” she purred as she tugged at the harness.

Understanding her insinuation, Lauma smiled seductively. “By all means, then,” she encouraged as she undid the buckle. “My head does seem to get foggy whenever we do this. You make it hard to pay attention to anything but how you make me feel.”

Once the other woman had pulled on the harness, she deadpanned, “You flatter me. Now c’mere.” Pulling her with her onto the bed, she had her move forward to straddle her as she sat up. “Sitting down gives you easier access and more leverage.”

Lauma narrowed her eyes skeptically. “You only say that because it gives the person on top the ability to change the pace. Is it that hard for you to give up control?”

Nefer smirked knowingly. “Was it really that obvious? But it also has an added benefit for the person on the bottom.” The Moonchanter wasn’t quite aware of what she was referring to, but played along anyway. Her girlfriend didn’t elaborate, but instead began to kiss her chest. 

“I’m waiting…” Lauma whispered as her voice wavered at the feel of her soft lips on her skin. 

“And I’m letting my mouth give you hints…” she shot back before she laved a nipple with her tongue. Her hand drifted to the dildo, positioning it upright so the Moonchanter could sink down onto it with ease.

Lowering her body, she allowed it to fill her to the hilt. She let out a hiss of breath as she steadied herself on Nefer’s shoulders. “Good girl. Now get moving. I want to see you work for it.”

“I thought this was supposed to be…a lesson, not a…show,” she huffed as she did what she was told. 

“Oh, honey. Didn’t I say there was an added benefit for the one on the bottom? I get to see your gorgeous body writhe and shake on top of me as you chase after your orgasm before my very eyes. Talk about the best birthday gift you could give me.” She twitched her hips upward, and Lauma gasped.

“You’re quite…sadistic…you know that?”

“It’s why you love me. I know how badly you wanted to hear, ‘you did so well for me.’ So, I’m giving you the chance to earn it, baby.”

The Moonchanter’s flushed cheeks betrayed the fact that Nefer was spot-on. She would never settle for not bad. Her highest priority was to please her girlfriend, especially on her birthday. With each slam downwards, her breasts jiggled directly in front of Nefer’s face. Her cries of ecstasy were so loud she feared those outside the Curatorium might wonder what could possibly be going on inside. 

“That’s it…keep going…fuck, you’re beautiful…” She coaxed as she toyed with her clit between their bodies. 

“N-nefer…say it…please…” Lauma pleaded as tears started to roll down her face.

“Look at you…such a good girl…you’re taking me so well…you’re fucking incredible…come for me, now…”

That was all it took for Lauma to shatter. Her girlfriend held her close and kissed her, whispering words of encouragement and love. She lowered the both of them to the mattress and stroked her hair, the silk sheets caressing their bodies.

“Thank you,” the owner of the Curatorium mumbled. 

“For what?”

“For thinking I’m someone worthy of celebrating.”

Lauma’s eyes snapped open. “Don’t be silly. If this is all it takes to make you happy, it’s a very easy gift to give.”

Nefer rubbed her thumb against her cheek. “You’ve given me everything. The amazing sex is just a bonus.”

With a smug smile, the Moonchanter murmured, “Amazing?”

Realizing her mistake, Nefer said, “Perhaps I was a bit too hasty…”

Pairing: Shenhe x Yelan

Tags: Improper Use of Visions (Genshin Impact), Improper Use of Cryo (Genshin Impact), Oral Sex, Strap-Ons

Summary:

Shenhe reflects on her conversation with Zibai about loosening the red ropes’ hold on her. After seeking guidance from Cloud Retainer, she resolves to test her limits and decides Yelan is the right person to help. The spy is more than willing to have her back. And her front. And everything in between.

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Shenhe sat under the gingko tree on Mt. Aocang, waiting for Cloud Retainer to finish brewing tea. It had been a while since the exorcist had felt so restless. Today’s conversation would not be an easy one. She closed her eyes and felt the refreshing breeze clear her mind as she thought back to the moment that had brought her here.

"Ah, yes, Miss Crane, I apologize profusely for my improper behavior just now. Please forgive me." She had heard a rumor that this woman, who was apparently named Zibai and also an adeptus, had gone on quite the adventure with Lumine and Paimon.

Never one to hold a grudge, Shenhe replied, "I completely understand. Master often says that the human body is like a mechanism in need of regular maintenance. When a person cannot rest at night, they are sure to become irritable and on edge."

Something about her had intrigued the experienced adeptus. "Miss Crane...You appear reasoned and compassionate on the surface, yet I sense dark forces churning within your spiritual core...Those red ropes you wear are what bind them, am I correct?"

Taken aback, the exorcist narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "...You can sense that?"

Zibai flashed her a confident but understanding smile. "Indeed. I also sense that with your strength, you might try undoing one or two of those bonds when training."

Poor Paimon’s tiny body shook with fright at the mere mention of this. "Untie Shenhe's ropes? Wouldn't that be risky...?"

Seeking to assuage the fears of those involved in the conversation, the adeptus continued. "Though the use of red ropes to bind the soul is a wondrous technique, practitioners must eventually learn to break free from external aids and look within themselves for restraint."

This thought had never once crossed Shenhe’s mind. She proceeded with caution. "Master has told me similar things, but I...I am not ready yet."

Something about the way Zibai looked at her shook her to her core. "Your self-cultivation has progressed far enough."

This was the first time someone had expressed such confidence in the exorcist’s growth. She swallowed hard before stating, "Then I will seek further guidance from my master." Zibai’s warm grin of acceptance before bidding her farewell lit a fire of hope and determination within her.

And that was how she now came to find herself before her longtime mentor and mother figure.

“One must admit…one knew this day would come. Just…not so soon,” Cloud Retainer said as she pushed her glasses further up her nose. “However, one agrees with the wisdom of the White Horse adeptus. While it has been on one’s mind for quite some time now, one was curious as to whether another would express the same sentiment.”

“You really think I’m ready?”

The other woman’s eyes took on a shine of motherly concern. “Why do you hesitate so, young Shenhe? Are you not the disciple of the great and powerful Xianyun? What’s on your mind?”

She took a deep breath. There was no other option but to be truthful. “I am afraid. Afraid of hurting someone. Afraid of ruining the reputation I’ve worked so hard to build in the city. Afraid to fail and the potential consequences of that failure.”

A moment of silence passed between them. “Let me ask you this, my dear. Since you helped save Liyue from destruction, what have you now that you lacked before then?”

Archons, she hated it when this woman spoke in riddles. She was seeking genuine guidance, not a spiritual awakening. Still, she gave it some thought in an effort to appease her. “Oh, Master…I don’t know…employment?”

A swift bonk to the head was her prize for an incorrect answer. “Silly child! This is not a game. Think harder.” Rubbing the sore patch of skin, she gave it a more sincere moment of contemplation. She had always had strength. That’s what led her to this moment in the first place. Control? No, living with the red ropes is what had helped her hone that. Wait…yes, perhaps the answer was…

“Comrades? Other warriors walking their own paths to victory?”

“Correct. As a child, you knew only solitude, with the exception of Ganyu and oneself. Now you have woven a web of connections far and wide. From the young chef in the kitchen in which you work to the uncrowned lord of the ocean who rules the sea to the very Tianquan herself, all have made you into who you are today. As a matter of fact, one has noticed you’ve been spending an awful lot of time with that shady woman who claims to be employed by the Ministry of Civil Affairs. What was her name again?”

Trying to conceal how the mention flustered her, Shenhe interjected, “M-master! That’s Yelan, and she is not shady. We’ve just gotten…closer as of late. She’s a regular patron of Wanmin who really enjoys spicy food, and we just happen to have dishes she enjoys, is all.” She was not about to admit that they were indeed much closer than the adeptus was privy to.

Cloud Retainer narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Well, perhaps you could try accompanying her on one of her assignments? I hardly think someone involved in that line of work wouldn’t be able to jump in and restrain you if necessary.”

Her mentor had a point. If there was one person in Liyue she trusted more than anyone, it was Yelan. And it wasn’t just because they were seeing each other in private. The intelligence agent had taught her many things (including the importance of being discreet), and would be the perfect partner for a trial run of testing the limits of her self-restraint.

On the other hand, the idea still gave Shenhe pause. They had taken many big steps together in the way of romance, but one wrong move could potentially put lives at risk if things went haywire. “I’ll discuss it with her the next time she comes to dine.”

Offering her adopted daughter a gentle smile, Xianyun put her hand over hers. “Shenhe, dear, trust me. I don’t take on pupils who I feel cannot overcome fate. Believe in yourself. Everyone around you already does.”

—————-

“So…would you happen to need an extra hand on this mission?” The exorcist asked as she handed Yelan an article of clothing from her closet.

Cocking her eyebrow in curiosity, the spy gave her a look of uncertainty as she took it from her and placed it in her suitcase. “Uh…technically, you’re not even supposed to know where I’m going, but hypothetically, I could always use assistance. Why do you ask?”

Shenhe explained the conversation she had had with both Zibai and Cloud Retainer, as well as her concerns with attempting to undo some of her bonds. The shakiness in her voice betrayed her true feelings. Yelan moved closer, her hand brushing a frazzled strand of hair behind the other woman’s ear.

“Interesting. I’d heard talk of a new adeptus in town, so I’m not surprised your paths ended up crossing. That’s a pretty big vote of confidence from someone who barely knows you. But that old mentor of yours still hasn’t caught on to us? Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed to tell her we’ve been seeing each other…”

“No!” The exorcist all but shouted before calming herself. “No. That’s not it. It’s just…I’m sure I worry Master enough. Now, with me potentially trying to undo the one thing keeping everyone around me safe, I don’t-”

The spy gently took her hand and brought it to her lips. “Little crane, I think you’ve got this twisted. You are the one keeping everyone around you safe. Without your contribution to the battle against Beisht, Liyue Harbor would be the Sea of Liyue by now,” she said with a sly grin.

Shenhe returned her smile. “You really think I can do this?”

“Guess there’s only one way to find out, right? C’mon, how hard could stopping you be? If you recall correctly…” She leaned in, her breath tickling the exorcist’s ear. “…you’re pretty submissive when it comes to me.”

———————-

The time had finally come, and not a moment too soon. They’d been tracking the Saurian poachers in Natlan for days. A rowdy band of criminals, their late-night partying had disturbed a Lawachurl who was in no mood to play games. Scared out of their wits, the group took off to try and save their own skins, thankfully leaving their poor victims behind.

Guess that’s one problem solved, Yelan thought as she masterfully jumped out of the way of the massive monster trying to rush her with its shield. “Shenhe! NOW! I’ve got your back!”

The exorcist controlled her breathing, focusing on the red ropes that sealed the power deep within her. Not wanting to tempt fate, she started by releasing only one. She channeled her energy into the talismans clutched tightly between her fingers and immediately felt a difference. Normally, this action would slowly start to drain her. Now, she felt as if she could charge an entire fistful and not even break a sweat.

Her talisman spirit zipped through the air and slammed into the Lawachurl’s exposed back. It let out an ear-shattering screech and swiveled to look directly at Shenhe. Standing her ground, she let a second strand fall. The air around her turned frigid as ice crystals formed a solid barrier directly before her. The crazed beast was too large to brace itself before plowing directly into it. The exorcist used her polearm to vault over the frozen wall, spun in midair, and decapitated the pitiful creature in one swing. 

Flicking the blood off her weapon, she stood and looked up at her girlfriend, her eyes glowing the same color as her vision. “I suppose Zibai and Cloud Retainer were right. I feel fine,” she said as she flexed her fingers.

Yelan lowered her bow to match her jaw. “Well, shit. Remind me to never get on your bad side.”

————————-

Their return to Weary Inn was a blur. After witnessing Shenhe’s extraordinary strength and resolve, there was no way the spy was just going to turn in for the night. She could tell her girlfriend was also still riding the high of her triumph over the limitations that had kept her bound for so long.

Yelan had practically pounced on her the moment they got back to their room. Hands frantically tore at clothing, eager to remove anything separating skin from skin. Mouths explored exposed flesh as both wrestled for the top position.

The spy let out a dark chuckle. “Hmm, you think just because you’re a little tougher now, I’ll let you overpower me? Fat chance. You’ll wait your turn while I show you how proud I am of you.” She slithered down the other woman’s body, leaving kisses everywhere she could. Her hands firmly gripped Shenhe’s waist, holding her against the mattress. 

Letting out a moan as she felt her girlfriend lightly bite the tender inside of her thigh, the exorcist grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look at her. “Do you want me to try and loosen a third bond?”

“Oooh, is that a threat? Might be fun,” she said before taking one long lick of her slit. Shenhe suddenly wasn’t so tough. Her hips bucked, and Yelan dove deeper, her tongue twisting against her clit. Encouraged by the way the other woman was scratching at her scalp, she nudged her open wider with her shoulders.

“K-keep teasing and see where it gets you,” the exorcist joked between gasps.

“I’m absolutely terrified,” she responded between slurps of arousal. Her fingers entered her, beckoning her orgasm ever closer. Pursing her lips around her sensitive bud, she suckled and licked until she felt her body shudder with release.

Still shivering with the aftershocks of her climax, Shenhe sat up and pulled Yelan onto her lap.

“Now it’s my turn to show you how much control I really have,” she said, her eyes glowing a silvery white. The spy felt the warmth drain from the room. Her girlfriend lowered her mouth to the other woman’s breast. With the temperature change, her nipples had perked, inviting the exorcist to latch on. 

She wrapped her lips around the hardened nub and swirled her cool tongue around it. Her teeth felt like ice cubes as they grazed the tender flesh.

“Ah! Archons, Shen,” Yelan hissed. As her lover moved to do the same to the other breast, the spy warned, “If you’re not careful, I’ll finish just from this.” 

“Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” She reached between them and, with a swipe of her hand, created a cryo-strap.

Yelan’s eyes widened in surprise. “Certainly seems like you’ve become more trusting of your elemental skills…”

“Caption Beidou and I were talking, and she mentioned Ningguang can do something similar with her geo vision. I figured it couldn’t be that hard to replicate.”

“Ugh, I could live without hearing what those two do in the bedroom,” the spy said with a roll of her eyes. “But I might have to thank them after seeing what you can do with it…” She let out a sigh as she felt the thick piece of ice enter her. Using her girlfriend’s shoulders to stabilize herself, Shenhe grabbed her waist to assist. The other woman noticed she was holding back a moan herself. 

“Wait…Can you feel me?”

“Y-yes,” she panted. As Yelan sank down, the exorcist slowly rocked her hips into her.

“Oh!” She gasped out.

Her girlfriend slid the toy out to the tip and slammed back in. Shenhe buried her head in the crook of the other woman’s neck as she moaned in response to the vibrations of her movements shooting straight to her clit.

The spy placed her hand under her chin and forced her to look up at her. She leaned in, pressing a soppy kiss against her lips. Her arms tightened around Shenhe’s neck as her tongue explored her mouth. They exchanged moans, and the exorcist bit Yelan’s bottom lip as their bodies writhed against each other.

“C-close,” the spy warned.

“Me too…h-hold on…” The last thing the spy was expecting to feel as she came was a stream of chilly liquid seeping out of the dildo, cooling her overheated skin as it dripped down her inner thigh. Shenhe shivered as she held her close, both of them completely and utterly spent.

Yelan nuzzled her nose against her girlfriend’s playfully. “After that display, I’d say you’re just about ready to loosen a third red rope.”

Pairing: Kafka x Himeko x F Reader

Tags: Threesome - F/F/F, Female Reader-Insert, Oral Sex, 69 (Sex Position), Possessive Behavior, Vaginal Fingering, Drinking

Summary:

Y/N has seen what both the Nameless and the Stellaron Hunters have to offer, and now stands at a crossroads. Which group does she truly belong with? Hoping to clear her head and talk things through, she decides to stop by Himeko’s hotel room while the Astral Express is stationed on Penacony. What she doesn’t expect is to be greeted by someone other than the navigator she’s come to know so well…or at least someone she thought she knew.

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You're sitting at the Drink Lounge of The Reverie, toying with the flimsy decoration on your beverage while lost in thought. After spending some time traversing the galaxy with both the Astral Express crew and the Stellaron Hunters, you now have an important choice to make: With which group does your destiny lie?

You’ve had an amazing time getting to know Stelle, March 7th, and Dan Heng, and Welt had finally started to feel like a father figure to you. On the other hand, you can’t deny the good times you’ve had gaming and getting into sticky situations with Silver Wolf and Firefly. Blade seemed indifferent to your presence at first, but over time, you got to see glimpses of the protective older brother within.

And then there were the powerhouse leaders of each faction. Each embodies elements of the woman you want to become. Himeko, the genius engineer who stays calm under pressure and still kicks ass, and Kafka, the acrobatic devil-may-care criminal mastermind with a penchant for going big or going home. Both are dangerous in their own ways. Both are equally beautiful.

Beautiful? Perhaps that was the alcohol talking. You’ve only had one. Well, make that one and a half…okay, who are you fooling? Two very strong beverages. A decision like this can’t be made lightly, but it certainly helps to loosen up a bit before weighing the pros and cons.

That’s it! You’ll go to Himeko. She always knows how to make you feel more at peace with yourself and never judges your choices. Slapping a stack of credits on the bar (Thank the Aeons Kafka had sent you off with some “fun money”), you head back to the hallway where the members of the Astral Express are staying.

I think she said her room was Suite 626… You think to yourself as you peruse the plaques above the doors. A few feet away, you hear a strange sound. Something muffled that you can’t quite make out.

Man, I hope everything’s okay…

Before you can think, you find your knuckles have already hit the firm metal door. Quiet. Utter silence. And then the barely perceptible sound of feet heading toward where you now stand. 

“Well, well, well.” You’d know that sultry tone anywhere. Standing before you is the Stellaron Hunter you’ve come to know (and slightly fear) quite well. Only...you’ve never seen her like this. Donning an obviously hastily put-on short purple silk robe that’s far too short for your comfort, she looks you up and down as you try to avoid her piercing gaze.

The Stellaron Hunter glances over her shoulder. “Himmy, I’m hurt! You never told me you were expecting another plaything.” 

Plaything?! What’s she doing in Himeko’s room?

“Kafka, what the hell are you-” The other woman freezes when she sees you. “Oh, Aeons. Hi, sweetie. Did you need help? Everything okay?”

You have to double-check and make sure your jaw isn’t on the floor. Your mentor is looking less than professional in nothing but a crimson chemise accented with black lace. “Uh…I was actually coming to you for advice, but it can totally wait until…you guys are done…talking?”

Chuckling darkly, Kafka replied, “Oh, y/n…no need to play coy. I think you can figure out what’s going on here. As a matter of fact, why don’t you stick around? I think it might be fun to try something…different.”

Himeko's turned into a blushing mess. “Kafka! Are you out of your mind?! Stop teasing her and let her go. Besides, you still owe me a turn.”

“I don’t know. Y/n sure seems interested. If she wasn’t, she probably would have run away by now.”

You swallow hard. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Before you can voice your answer, the Stellaron Hunter tugs you inside by your wrist. The door closes tightly behind you. There’s no backing out now. Not that you ever really wanted to.

“You’ll have to excuse us,” Kafka explains. “You came calling while we were in the middle of catching up. I was just about to show Himeko what she’s been missing.”

“I didn’t realize you two were so close,” you manage to say.

She glances back toward where her lover is sitting on the bed. “Wow, Himmy. You must really take that squeaky-clean reputation of yours seriously.”

Pouting, the navigator replies, “Well, it’s not like you told her, either! She traveled with your little gang of criminals before joining the trailblaze for a trial run, remember? Y/n, we’ve loved having you on board, by the way. I hope you’ve given some thought to my offer.”

Cocking an eyebrow, Kafka said, “Your offer? Wait, wait, wait…are you trying to poach her from us?” She clicked her tongue in distaste. “Low blow, baby.”

“I…haven’t really made my decision yet,” you stutter. “That’s actually why I came here to talk to you.”

“I see…” Himeko replied before giving the situation some thought.

The Stellaron Hunter butts in. “Hold on. I’ve got an easy way to solve this. What say you to a little competition, princess?”

“Ugh, don’t call me that in front of y/n. What do you have in mind?”

“I say we each get one chance to convince her that our respective side comes with better benefits…” She flashes a devious smile at you. “And I’m not talking about intergalactic health insurance, if you get my drift.”

Never one to turn down a chance to put Kafka in her place, Himeko narrows her eyes seductively at you. “Sounds easy enough. As long as y/n is game, I’d be happy to send you crying back to Elio.”

You’re positively vibrating with excitement. This is far too good to be true. You’re about to be ravished by two of the most beautiful women in the universe in an attempt to bribe you into making a decision, and it’s working. “I certainly don’t think it could hurt. I’ve enjoyed my time with both of you, but perhaps a more...hands-on approach would be beneficial.”

“Spoken like a true Stellaron Hunter in the making,” Kafka exclaims. “But first, why don’t we kill two charmony doves with one stone? I do still owe our lovely navigator here an orgasm, which you so rudely interrupted. Why don’t you sit back and get comfortable while I take care of that little to-do?”

No fucking way. You get to watch them?! You say a quiet prayer of thanks to the Aeons before taking a seat on a plush armchair near the bed. “By all means, give me a taste of what I’m in for.”

“Attagirl. Now, where did we last leave off?” She walks back to where Himeko is waiting patiently. Sliding in behind her, she gently takes her by the chin and forces her to meet her gaze. “Ah, yes. Right here.” Kissing her softly, she hums in appreciation. As strong-willed as the navigator is, you’d never guess how submissive she could be in the hands of the right person, apparently.

You watch in rapt attention as the Stellaron Hunter takes things further, her tongue now sliding between the seam of the other woman’s lips. Shifting forward in your seat, you lock eyes with Kafka and see a smile twitch at the corner of her mouth. It’s like she’s saying, “Oh, this is nothing…” Her hand weaves its way under the top of Himeko’s chemise, every touch intentional.

The navigator’s eyes close as she takes in the feeling of her lover’s pinches, rolls, and caresses. When she moans, you have to force yourself not to launch out of your chair and join them. With her other hand, Kafka prepares her prey for the next step. Drifting between her thighs, she coaxes her to open wider for her…and you.

“Himmy, while I admit it’s fun to watch you lose yourself, I think our guest deserves to see those gorgeous golden eyes of yours, wouldn’t you agree?”

Her irises shine as her gaze meets yours, lips parted in ecstasy. “Y-you’re right…where are my manners?” She pants. You almost have to bring your hand to your mouth to make sure you’re not drooling at the vision before you.

“That’s a good girl. Here, I believe you’ve earned this,” the Stellaron Hunter coos. You’re not sure which one of you she’s referring to, but you’re too mesmerized to care. When you see her fingers dipping inside of her, she might as well be doing it to the both of you. Himeko lets out a heavenly sigh, her eyelids flickering at the feeling of relief. 

Kafka takes on her signature cocky tone. “Bet you never thought you’d see your beloved navigator like this, hmm?”

“S-stop teasing the poor girl, Kafka. Please, focus on the task at hand…” the other woman pleads.

“Shh, I know, I know,” she reassures her as she massages her clit. “I just think it’s fun to watch you go from the collected leader to a whining mess in my hands.”

Her groans of desire echo through the room as the Stellaron Hunter moves with practiced ease. You can see Himeko’s arousal glistening between her legs, and it’s driving you insane. Again, her eyes snap shut, her head turned into the crook of Kafka’s shoulder.

The Stellaron Hunter grasps her neck gently and turns her back toward you. She leans into her ear, and says just loudly enough for you to hear, “Himeko, dear. What did I say about keeping your eyes open? You want to come, don’t you? Then you’ll do as I say.”

Nodding obediently, the navigator looks to you for release. Kafka grins maliciously. “Waddya say, y/n? Do you think she deserves it?”

Your head is swimming. There’s a part of you that wants this to go on forever…but that’d hardly be fair to Himeko. Perhaps it’s the Stellaron Hunter in you that takes after Kafka. Instead, you whimper, “Y-yes.”

And just like that, the other woman increases pressure and speed, causing the navigator to cry out as she hits her climax and slumps against her lover’s sturdy chest. 

Kafka whispers something in the navigator’s ear, and her golden eyes shift back to you. On unsteady legs, Himeko rises and walks over to where you sit.

“You’re a bit overdressed for the occasion, don’t you think? Mind if I assist?” She asks. You worry that this is some kind of test, but the Stellaron Hunter nods at you in approval. 

The best you can do is shake your head in the affirmative. How does either of them expect you to speak properly after what you just witnessed?

“My, my. Look at that, Kafka. She can barely contain her excitement just from that little display,” she teases as she points to the embarrassingly large wet spot on your panties.

Your cheeks are on fire. Are you really that much of a loser? “H-hey! Can you blame me? I-I…” The woman with purple hair cuts you off with a sadistic chuckle.

“Oh, sweetie. No need to be shy. We were the ones who invited you to join us. Now, be a good girl and let our beautiful navigator here take care of you while I watch.”

You lie back on the bed and brace yourself for what sweet torture is about to come your way. When Himeko turns around and carefully backs up to place her knees on both sides of your head, you realize you have a role to play in this, too. Her voice is muffled as she positions her head between your legs. “Now, be a dear and show me what that mouth can do.”

As you feel Himeko’s tongue sliding against your clit, you’re snapped out of your lust-fueled haze. Your breath hitches each time she swipes at the bundle of nerves. “Are you just going to lie back and make me do all the work, y/n?” She asks with an air of disappointment.

Collecting your wits, you take an index finger and gently circle her clit in return. Her moan against your entrance sends vibrations through your entire body and nearly jolts you off the bed.

Finally bringing your face to her entrance, you take a languid lick with the flat of your tongue, savoring the taste of the goddess of a woman you’re lucky enough to be under. She mimics your movements, and it takes everything in you not to whimper pathetically. You feel her tongue slide into you, moving in and out lasciviously.

Her nectar is dripping down the sides of your mouth, and you’re afraid to spill even a drop. You trace her lips eagerly, wanting to make her feel even a fraction as good as she’s making you feel. There’s a tightening in your lower abdomen, and you try as hard as you can not to let this end so soon. 

As if she has a sixth sense, she tries to comfort you in your lack of control. “Aw, sweetie! Don’t feel bad if you can’t hold on. Here, we’ll come together, okay?” She says it so sweetly, the contrast between her words and actions alone is nearly enough to send you spiraling. With her encouragement, you work diligently to catch up with her movements. The room sings with the sounds of mouths against wet flesh, and Kafka watches in utter delight as you both lose yourselves to the feeling.

“Himmy, you’re so greedy,” she murmurs as she comes closer to both of you. “One orgasm wasn’t enough, hmm? We’re supposed to be focusing on her.”

The navigator untangles herself from you, sitting up to converse with the Stellaron Hunter. “I think she was quite satisfied with the outcome. Have you considered that might just be your jealousy talking?"

Kafka lets out a bark of laughter at the insinuation. “Hardly. But this is still a competition, remember? Y/n, while I’m sure you’d be more than happy to be at Himeko’s beck and call, I can assure you I’m here to serve.” Getting down on her knees, she gently tugs your legs to draw you toward the edge of the bed. You move obediently.

Her lips travel from your ankle up your leg, each kiss and lick feeling like a promise she intends to keep. The navigator rolls her eyes at the faux show of affection. Your thighs part in a silent plea for the Stellaron Hunter to attend where you need her the most. She continues on the path to your center when you see the other woman get up from the mattress and lower herself behind her.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” Kafka pauses to inquire.

Himeko kisses her shoulder as she wraps her arms around her lover’s waist. “I just thought it might be better to watch you work from up close.”

“Sure you’re not just trying to distract me from winning this game?” The Stellaron Hunter has seen right through her.

“I wouldn’t dare. The Nameless are all about fairness,” she murmurs, her hands already slithering lower.

“You underestimate my ability to multitask,” she whispers before turning her attention back to you. “Sorry for making you wait, baby.” You wouldn’t dream of complaining. You’ve been far too busy staring at the lipstick marks that now dot their way up your leg. When her mouth finally makes it to its destination, your head lolls back while you brace yourself with one arm, the other hand lost in the Stellaron Hunter’s already tangled hair. 

“F-fuck…” you whine, still sensitive from the first incredible climax. You hear Kafka grunt in approval as she laps at you, her breath catching as Himeko works her fingers against the other woman’s clit.

“You’re…not…playing fair…” the criminal pants between sucks.

“Just trying to even the score, dear…” 

The symphony of sounds you’re all making is enough to bring you right back to the brink. If you truly have to decide between both of them, you’ve already given up. There’s no way you could ever choose after this. Your grip on Kafka’s tresses tightens as you pull her in closer, and she doesn’t fight you. Her tongue works faster, circling your sensitive bundle of nerves frantically, eager to hear you break down.

“K-kafka…Aeons…don’t stop…”

“I’d ask the same of H-himeko…” she chokes out as the woman behind her teases her.

The navigator giggles. “You two…always playing the tough girls, aren’t you? Just let yourselves fall. We’re all winners here.”

Your hips buck into the Stellaron Hunter’s face while she tips forward to allow her lover deeper access to her. Both of you cry out as you meet your ends. Before you can tell what’s going on, they’ve cuddled you between them as they purr encouragement and praise in your ears.

“So…any idea where your allegiances lie?” Himeko asks as her fingers trace lazy patterns against the skin of your belly. 

“She’s clearly on sensory overload right now,” Kafka chides, her hand stroking your cheek to help calm you down. “Plus, there’s no need to ask. You already know the answer. There’s no way the goody-two-shoes Astral Express crew could satisfy her after all this.”

Pairing: Arlecchino x Furina

Tags: Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex

Summary:

Arlecchino has made it back to the House of the Hearth with Sandrone and Columbina in tow, finally introducing them to Furina. Naturally, her two fellow Harbingers will be sharing a room. But the moon goddess has plans for the evening that she needs to discuss with her newly former Archon friend. Will she take the advice and run with it? Or will nervousness get the better of them both?

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“Yessssss!” Furina squealed before Arlecchino quickly threw a hand over her mouth.

She placed a blackened, slender finger to her lips. “Shhh! Do you want them to hear us?”

The former archon shook her head in understanding as her girlfriend stood carefully and quietly moved down the hall. When they arrived at their own bedroom, Furina decided it was safe to pry. “So…Columbina mentioned you talk about me a lot?”

The Knave knew this was coming. “I do.”

Letting slip a smirk, the other woman leaned against the door frame. “Hah! Who would’ve thought the stoic and fear-inducing harbinger would have such a soft spot for her lover?”

Arlecchino shrugged nonchalantly. “How could I not? You were the one who gave me a new reason to live and to want to do better for all of Teyvat.”

“Oh, ho! Guess I brought out your inner hero. How very sexy of you, Father.”

Her use of her title made a growl erupt from her throat. “Enter,” was all she could manage before sweeping her inside and locking the door behind them. Turning to gaze at Furina, the twinkle of mischief in her eyes piqued her curiosity. “What’s on your mind, droplet?”

“Well. I don’t know about you, but hearing them go at it made me realize how much I really missed…and need you.”

“Is that so?” She inquired as she slinked toward her. “Is that all it takes? Overhearing the sounds of some other couple’s intimate night? How very unbecoming of an archon.”

Furina shivered. “Former archon, and don’t make it weird!”

The Knave flashed a predatory grin as she picked her up by the waist. Her girlfriend threw her hands around her neck and wrapped her legs around her waist instinctively. She kissed her hungrily before muttering against her lips, “I missed you, too. More than words can convey. I also can’t deny their innocent little romp session didn’t stir something within me, as well. However…”

Pulling back, the former archon cocked an eyebrow in confusion. “However?”

“Before we continue…may I ask a question?”

Letting out a sigh of frustration at the timing, Furina reluctantly agreed. 

“Am I really so hard to talk to that neither one of them felt comfortable enough to come to me for advice?”

Trying not to giggle at how disappointed the harbinger sounded, she replied, “I won’t lie to you - you are a little intimidating. Okay, scratch that…quite intimidating. But remember when we first tried to discuss the two of us taking the next step?”

Arlecchino smiled fondly as she thought back to when Furina first asked not if, but when they were going to sleep together. The Knave had been caught completely off guard by the inquiry and stuttered awkwardly through her answer. 

Clearing her throat, she said, “How could I ever forget? But even you have to admit I’ve become much more confident since then. In all fairness…I didn’t exactly have an extensive resume of experience either.”

“Is that so? Then how about you give the kids ‘the talk’ when the time comes?” Furina teased. 

A bark of laughter echoed through the room. “…I see your point.” Her eyes suddenly burned with excitement. “But when it comes to you, what I lack in words, I more than make up for in deed, wouldn’t you agree?”

Swallowing hard, the former archon returned her smoldering gaze. “That’s for sure…daddy.”

The harbinger could no longer hold back. “I’m only going to put you down for a moment, but only so I can tear your clothes off,” she snarled. They made quick work of the fabric separating skin from skin before Arlecchino swiftly picked her back up and pinned her against the wall. 

Furina whined her lover’s name as their mouths clashed once more. Kissing down her jawline to her neck, the Knave groaned as she felt her arch into her to provide easier access. She hummed in approval before leaving deep scarlet marks on her pale skin.

Holding her steady with one muscular arm, Arlecchino brought one hand between her lover’s thighs. When she rolled her sensitive bud between her index finger and thumb, the former archon let out a quiet curse. 

“Fucking Archons…”

“Incorrect. An archon is not the one satisfying you right now,” she murmured as she continued to tease her clit. “Say my name. It sounds so sweet on your beautiful lips…” The other woman’s arousal dripped out of her entrance as she clenched around nothing.

“Arle…more…please,” Furina panted.

The Knave stared steadily, watching her flushed face contort in pleasure. Tears began to well up as her girlfriend begged for more. “Ah, so close. My other name, if you please.”

“Father!! Oh, fuck…please!” She cried.

With a smirk, her lover slid two fingers inside of her slick-drenched opening. Furina wailed with relief at the feeling of being filled. Arlecchino curled her digits, ensuring she hit the perfect angle she had come to know would be her near-immediate undoing. “Very good…now come for me, my darling droplet,” she growled in a hushed, sultry tone.

She felt Furina’s legs tighten around her waist and reinforced her grip around her in turn. Supporting the other woman as waves of desire washed over her, the harbinger coaxed her through her climax with words of praise for taking her the way only she could.

Carefully allowing her to slide down her body, Arlecchino held her until she could remain steady on her own two feet. “Alright, love?”

Furina nestled her head against her girlfriend’s breasts. “Mmm. Better than alright.”

The Knave chuckled as she cradled her. “Good to see I haven’t lost my touch while I’ve been away.” 

The former archon looked up at her through her lashes. “Of course not! You know me better than anyone. I’d never want another person to touch me like you do.”

The look of innocence in her eyes made the harbinger’s heart slam in her chest. She would never admit it, but she was glad she was the only one who’d ever had her like this. The mere thought of someone else laying a finger on what was hers made jealousy rip through her veins.

“Well. I’m happy to hear it. It’s been a long day. Shall we retire for the evening, then?” She said as she tugged her toward the bed they shared. 

“Excuse me? And where do you think you’re going?”

Arlecchino flashed her a cocky smirk. “Did I not thoroughly exhaust you after all that?”

With a stubborn pout, Furina gently pushed her lover down to sit on the edge of the mattress. “You can’t seriously think I’d let you take care of me without dutifully doing the same for you. What kind of example would that set for Sandrone and Columbina?”

Her comment lit a fire in the Knave’s irises. “You speak as if they were here in the room with us.”

“They may not be, but I do wonder what your coworkers would think after seeing you lose that cool demeanor of yours.”

Groaning at the thought, the harbinger watched with rapt attention as the former archon descended to her knees before her.

“But you do have a reputation for keeping calm under pressure. It’s what I find most admirable about you,” she explained as she kissed her way from her knee to her inner thigh. “And you’re always so patient with me. It’s how I’ve learned exactly what to do to drive you wild.”

Looking down at her, it took everything in Arlecchino’s power to have the self-control needed to not grab her by the hair and push her closer to her end goal.

“Archons…you’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” The Knave choked out. “Seeing a literal god on their knees for me…you have no idea what that does to me…”

“Oh? You don’t think you deserve to be worshipped? Let me change your mind,” Furina said as she nudged her thighs open wider with her shoulders. Her soft lips brushed against the other woman’s opening, and she immediately shuddered. The former archon noisily slurped at the harbinger’s arousal, making sure to hum in approval at the taste of her.

The Knave slid her fingers through her girlfriend’s sex-tangled tresses, tilting her head so she maintained eye contact. Furina’s mouth glistened with the other woman’s slick, and the harbinger mustered up all of her willpower not to whimper pathetically at the wanton sight.

“Is this…to your liking…Father?” She purred seductively between licks and sucks.

“Keep talking like that…and you’ll soon know the answer,” Arlecchino ground out. Her legs clenched her lover’s head, a silent plea to continue.

“Mmm…for someone so strong, it sure doesn’t take much to make you come, now, does it?”

Tightening her grip on her hair, the Knave barked, “You’re an insolent little thing, aren’t you? Fuck…” She could no longer form a coherent sentence once the former archon started circling her clit with her oh-so-talented tongue. All it took was an increase in pressure and pace for the harbinger to completely lose it.

Her hands had fallen from Furina’s scalp to the bed, bracing herself against the force of her orgasm. Heavy, heaving breaths soon slowed to steady pants. Holding out a hand to her girlfriend, she tugged her further onto the bed with her. Arlecchino kissed the top of her head as the former archon nuzzled into the crook of her neck. 

“After that display, I shudder to think what you instructed Columbina to do. Sandrone won’t know what hit her.”

Furina giggled. “That’s between her and me. I can’t go ruining the trust we’ve built, now, can I?”

“You’re too cunning for your own good. Perhaps the Tsaritsa should have recruited you, too.”

“Oh, spare me,” she sighed dramatically. “I’ve had my fill living in a house full of Fatui, thank you very much.”

—————-

Epilogue 

Furina tugged at the high collar of her shirt, double-checking to ensure the bright yellow and purple spot that had bloomed at the juncture of her neck and shoulder was properly covered. The group had reassembled for breakfast, each avoiding each other’s gaze.

“So! How did everyone sleep last night? I hope the children didn’t keep you up," the former archon stated.

A very disheveled Columbina chimed in as she tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. “Not at all. Although I could have sworn I heard something coming from what I think was your room? You two were up quite late last night.”

Arlecchino stretched her arms out in a yawn and winced at the feeling of the fabric of her shirt rubbing against fresh scratches on her shoulders. “Oh. Yes. Well, naturally, we had much to catch up on, and perhaps we got a bit too…excited recounting tales on both our ends.”

Pairing: Sandrone x Columbina

Tags: First Time, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Awkwardness, Teaching

Summary:

Arlecchino has made it back to the House of the Hearth with Sandrone and Columbina in tow, finally introducing them to Furina. Naturally, her two fellow Harbingers will be sharing a room. But the moon goddess has plans for the evening that she needs to discuss with her newly former Archon friend. Will she take the advice and run with it? Or will nervousness get the better of them both?

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“Columbina! Sandrone! Welcome, welcome to our humble abode! I trust the trip from Nod Krai wasn’t too harrowing? I mean, how could it have been when my knight in shining armor was accompanying you?”

Arlecchino couldn’t hide the blood rushing to her cheeks if she tried. “AHEM. Yes, all is well, dearest, thank you. Please allow me to formally introduce my closest colleagues.”

With the grace of a seelie, Columbina floated up to her and took her hand in both of hers. “It’s nice to meet you, Lady Furina. The Knave told us all about you during our journey to Fontaine. This is my first time here, so I hope to learn everything there is to know about the nation where my girlfriend was brought to life.”

“Columbina!” Sandrone yelped loudly. “Archons, you’re so embarrassing. It’s not necessary to start every conversation we have with someone new like that!”

Cocking her head in confusion, the other woman asked, “What? Are you not my girlfriend?”

“No, that’s not…I mean, of course I am! T-that’s not the problem!” She stuttered. “Ugh, whatever! Furina, Arlecchino wouldn’t shut up about you the entire way here. Alain always spoke highly of you, so I figured you couldn’t be that bad.”

The former archon chuckled nervously. “Haha…thank you? I think?” 

Utterly exhausted after the long trek home, the Knave cut in. “Ladies, if you don’t mind, might we continue getting to know each other inside? I don’t think any of us would object to getting a bit more comfortable, hmm?”

“What a splendid idea! The children are so excited to have you home, love. Lynette’s ears were positively twitching with glee as she helped me get the tea ready for you all.”

After enduring a few more questions from Lyney and Freminet upon entering the wide halls of the House of the Hearth, the women made their way to the sitting room to rest their weary bones (and gears, in Sandrone’s case). As Arlecchino had promised in her letters to Furina, she recounted the tale of their adventures, from defeating Rerir and Dottore to reviving Marionette thanks to the meticulous notes she had left them. 

“Honestly, I was impressed you all were able to put two and two together without me. I suppose Hat Guy is useful for something besides serving as a core. I really wish he’d introduce me to his creator. Their intellect must rival Alain’s,” Sandrone said as she sipped from her cup daintily.

“I’m glad we had him on our side. If not, I may have never gotten to see you again, let alone feel you hug me back,” the moon goddess stated dreamily.

The other woman choked on her tea. “C-Columbina! We are guests in someone else’s home! This is not the time to talk about such things.”

“It isn’t?” Her gaze shifted to the Knave. “But Arlecchino told us about how Furina used to…”

The head of the House of the Hearth’s eyes grew wide. “Ah, Furina. Perhaps now might be a good time to show Columbina where she and Sandrone will be residing during their stay here?”

Furina smirked knowingly. It wasn’t often she got to see her normally calm and collected girlfriend at a loss for how to handle a sticky situation like this. Setting her cup down on the table, she replied, “I’d be delighted. Bina…you don’t mind if I call you that, do you? Why don’t you come with me? I’d love the opportunity to learn more about you.”

A small smile graced the moon goddess’s lips. “That sounds like fun. I already know a great deal about you. In fact, it’s hard to get Arlecchino to talk about anything else as of late. It seems only fair for me to return the favor.”

Upon hearing this, Sandrone narrowed her eyes. “Don’t you dare go babbling to her about me, Columbina! And don’t think I won’t know if you do!”

The Knave let out a throaty chuckle. “Now, now, Marionette. You can count on Furina to honor your privacy. Believe me, if anyone understands, it’s her.”

—————

As the two walked down the hall, the former archon knew she would be heard until they reached the guest room. She decided to discuss a safe topic until they were out of earshot of the other two women. “May I ask what the Knave has told you about me?”

“Ah, yes, let me think. You were certainly a frequent topic of conversation. She mentioned you were cute, that it took a while for you to trust her, how happy she’s been since you came into her life, and…oh, your past as the archon here.”

Furina quietly shut the bedroom door behind them. “I see. So, you know the entire story then?”

Tilting her head in contemplation, the moon goddess answered, “Mmm. Perhaps not every last detail, but enough to understand what kind of person you are and how deeply she cares for you.”

The former hydro archon blushed at the mental image of her girlfriend gushing about her to her friends. “Oh. Well. I suppose I’ll have to show her how much I care about her later in return.”

Shaking out a blanket from the closet, Furina continued to pry. “Before Arle left for Nod Krai, she told me a bit about you and Sandrone as well. I wanted to ask how you’ve been faring with all this change. Coming to terms with your divinity only to be trapped by that evil Dottore, then saving Sandrone after she sacrificed herself, only to turn around and confess your feelings for each other…it’s a lot at once.”

The other woman sat on the edge of the surprisingly large bed. “I suppose you’re right. Truth be told, I’m just happy to no longer be alone. I’m certain I’ve liked Sandrone since we first met, I just didn’t quite understand what I was feeling until I saw her lifeless body on the ground when I arrived to fight the doctor. I know I took a while to grow on her, but she finally came around.”

Letting out a small chuckle, the former archon nodded in agreement. “Oh, trust me. I can relate. Arle and I met under some…dubious circumstances as well. It takes time and communication to really grasp what’s under the surface sometimes. So, let me ask you another question. Stop me if you feel uncomfortable answering, but relationship-wise…have you two done anything a bit more…intimate?”

“But of course.”

Furina’s eyebrows shot up her forehead. “Really?!”

The moon goddess started counting on her fingers. “We’ve held hands, kissed…oh, and she finally hugged me back. When we were staying with the Tsaritsa, we all used to have our own rooms. However, I would make my way to Sandrone’s late at night and sing to her. She’d allow me to sleep in the bed with her if I promised to stop.”

“So…you would literally just ‘sleep’ together?”

“Yes…why? Is that strange?”

Plopping down next to her, the former archon said, “Bina, dear, I think we may need to have a discussion about the birds and the bees.”

“That’s quite all right. Lauma and Nefer already showed me.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t follow. Who?”

“I’m surprised Arlecchino hasn’t told you about them. They are a local couple in Nod Krai that helped us defeat Dottore. I would often visit this quiet spot on Hisi island late at night, and apparently, I wasn’t alone. I heard strange noises, and when I went to investigate, I saw their bodies intertwined. Lauma was so frightened, she thought I was a ghost of her ancestors coming to chastise her for doing that out in the open. When I asked her what was going on, she proceeded to explain that’s what two people do when they love each other and want to show it physically,” Columbina explained matter-of-factly.

“Sooooo, what you’re telling me is that you and Sandrone have never…expressed your feelings for each other in that way?”

“Given how Lauma reacted, I figured it wouldn’t be a good idea to attempt it when traveling with the Knave, so, no.”

“That never stopped her and me,” Furina muttered under her breath.

“What was that?”

“Not important,” the archon said with a dismissive shake of her head. “What is important is that you know you’re safe here at the House of the Hearth. We have a strict knocking rule here for both children and adults. That being said, perhaps now would be a good chance to try? I’d be happy to give you some advice.”

The moon goddess instantly took the other woman’s hands in hers. “You’d do that for me?”

“Haha…yes, of course. It’s not all that difficult. I remember I was extremely nervous the first time Arle and I ever did anything, but the hardest part is simply getting started. Begin with a kiss. Take it slow. If Sandrone shows no signs of reluctance or doesn’t voice discomfort, deepen it. Try a light caress of her cheek or arm. As you both get the hang of it, let passion be your guide. Much of this is…let’s call it ‘divine instinct.’”

Unsure if the former archon was finished with her explanation, Columbina inquired, “That’s all?”

Shrugging her shoulders, Furina stated, “Every couple is different. You’ve got to start somewhere, but the rest will be up to the two of you to figure out how you want to proceed. Arlecchino and I didn’t just jump into things, you know. We had to learn more about who each of us was and what our preferences were. Now, I’ll just start toying with her at the dinner table or under her work desk. Sometimes I’ll even hide suggestive photos of me in her briefcase for when she gets lonely when she goes away on fatui business,” she said with a devious giggle. “She is so easy to rile up.” Her eyes went wide when she realized what she’d just inadvertently shared. “Don’t tell her I said that!”

The other woman’s lips tilted upwards in a gentle smile. “It’ll be our secret. Thank you for your kindness, Furina.”

“My pleasure. However, we should probably meet up with our other halves before either of them gets too suspicious.”

Quietly exiting the guest room, they headed back toward the dining area. Soon enough, they heard hushed voices in deep conversation. 

“Sandrone, please. They are just getting to know one another. You’re completely overreacting.”

“She’s talking about me! I just know it. That’s it, I’m going to…”

They were interrupted by Furina throwing the doors open. “Room’s all ready! Bina’s uncanny ability to float certainly made my lack of height easier to work with. Arle, I told you we really need to lower some of those shelves in the closet.”

Sandrone crossed her arms against her chest. “Furina, I swear, whatever she told you it- it isn’t true!”

Dropping her best look of confusion, the former archon replied, “What isn’t true? I was the one doing most of the talking. She only wanted all the juicy details of my relationship.” She flashed a quick wink the Knave’s way. “I’m positively famished. Let’s eat, shall we?”

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After dinner, Furina quickly feigned exhaustion and dragged Arlecchino to “sleep.” Taking this as her cue, Columbina led her girlfriend to where they would be staying. Ensuring the door to their room was closed tightly behind her, Sandrone immediately turned on her.

“Okay, Bina. Spill it. What did you and Furina talk about while you were alone?”

Before the other woman answered her, she moved closer and gently took her hand. “I have a more important question, Sandrone. Why are you always so worried about what others may think about us being together?”

“I’m not worried!”

“Really? Because if you weren’t, I don’t think you’d be so quick to…”

The Marionette interrupted her. “I…I just…”

Tilting her chin up toward her, the moon goddess coaxed her to continue. “Just?”

“I’m just not good at understanding or communicating feelings, okay? You’re impossible to read. How do I know if what we have is even real? That you aren’t complaining about me behind my back?”

“Why would I complain about you? I’ll admit you can be a bit confusing at times, but I really do love you, you know.”

Sandrone froze, her eyes widening in shock. “…What did you just say?”

“I mean, I’m no scientist, but sometimes when you’re going on and on about Pulonia’s maintenance, I…”

“Not that part, you moron!”

“Oh…you mean that I love you?”

“Who taught you that word? You’re clearly not using it correctly.”

Her brow furrowed. “Is love not the feeling you have when you can’t help but smile when a particular person walks into the room? The way your chest tightens when you hear them speak about something they're passionate about? The way your face appears in my mind when I smell someone brewing coffee? Perhaps I should have asked Furina about it before using-”

She was cut off sharply as the Marionette pulled her into an embrace.

“You idiot…” They stood in silence for a moment. “When Dottore took you away from us…from me…I was terrified that I’d never get to hug you back.” Stepping back, she brought her hand to the other woman’s cheek. “Now that you’re here…with me…and we’re together…I’m terrified for a different reason. I’m terrified that I’ll wake up and this will all have been a hallucination. That the technology keeping me alive is messing with my brain, and you’re only going along with it because you feel sorry for me.”

“Sandrone…I know what it’s like to be alone. Until I met you, I didn’t really even know what to call that feeling of emptiness. I’ve never been knowingly deceitful,” she said with a calm smile. “I don’t plan to start now.”

There was another moment of silence as the Marionette processed her girlfriend’s words. Columbia stepped closer, giving her the opportunity to move away if she needed time to herself. As she leaned in, Sandrone felt an unexplainable magnetism that drew her to her. Finally, their lips met in a gentle kiss.

This was new to both of them. They understood the mechanics behind it, yes, but the way their hearts beat in time with one another was something neither of them was prepared for. The moon goddess waited for the inevitable moment when the other woman would pull away out of fear or nervousness, but that moment never came. So, she did what Furina had told her to do.

The Marionette widened her eyes in shock at the feeling of Columbina’s tongue gliding into her mouth. “W-what are you doing?”

“Oh? Did I do it wrong?”

“Do what wrong? What are you talking about?”

“I wanted to show you how much you truly mean to me. I wanted us to try being like birds and bees...”

“Archons, Columbina!” Sandrone groaned. “Do you even know what you’re talking about? And for the love of all things holy, don’t call it that!”

“But I figured that’s what Laufer and Nefer were doing-”

Holding out a hand to stop her from continuing, Sandrone interrupted, “Okay, okay! Don’t remind me. That was embarrassing enough the first time you told me. Just…don’t say it like that. If we’re going to do this…” Her cheeks were so red she thought her skin was going to melt. “T-then let’s not use others as an example. Let’s learn about each other and what we like.”

“That does make sense,” Columbina murmured sadly.

Noticing the subtle change in her girlfriend’s demeanor, the Marionette quickly explained. “Hang on! I don’t mean we have to stop! I mean…let’s at least make this more comfortable for both of us.”

The moon goddess perked up and glided toward the bed. Sandrone followed with apprehension. “So…like…maybe we should get undressed first?” She suggested. “B-but only if you really, really want-”

Immediately, Columbina started to shrug out of her dress.

“Wait, wait! You’re too eager!” She shouted as she averted her eyes.

“Do you need my help?” The moon goddess inquired.

“NO!” Seeing her girlfriend drop her head in defeat, Sandrone took a deep breath to calm herself. Clearing her throat, she corrected herself. “Sorry, what I mean is I can do it. Let’s just…start with this. Maybe I’ll feel more comfortable having you do it once we’ve gotten the hang of this first.”

She removed her clothing slowly. The only time she was bared before another was strictly for maintenance purposes. This was another situation entirely. Standing before Columbia, she clenched her eyes shut as her dress fell to the floor in a silent flutter of fabric. 

Reaching for her hands, the moon goddess’s soothing voice reassured her. “You’re beautiful, Sandrone. Please look at me. I don’t want either of us to be afraid to take this step together.”

The harbinger opened her eyes and met her gaze. Like pink jewels, Columbina’s irises glittered without malice. She’d always been honest, sometimes too much so. The Marionette cleared her throat. “Um…thanks. You, too. But I guess that's to be expected when you’re a literal goddess. Why don’t we get comfortable on the bed?”

“I’d like that,” Columbina responded as they both took a seat. “So…what should I do now?”

Sandrone narrowed her eyes. “You mean you don’t know? You were raring to take the lead a second ago!”

“I was just doing as Lady Furina instructed.”

Prodding her chest with a finger, the Marionette exclaimed, “I knew it! You were talking about me!”

“Not you. Us. I wanted to learn the proper steps to take to further our relationship. It seemed to me that Furina would be open to guiding me. Arlecchino can be a bit too…cryptic at times.”

With a sigh of resignation, Sandrone said, “Okay, then. How about we just start from the top, and then go from there?”

Cupping her cheek gently, the moon goddess kissed her again. Only this time, there was more confidence behind the action. Her girlfriend relaxed into her, fully aware of where they were headed. She cleared her mind, focusing on feeling rather than fretting. As their lips danced against each other, their breathing became more erratic, and tongues found their way into mouths.

Feeling emboldened by their current actions, the Marionette grabbed her girlfriend’s hand and placed it on her chest. “Squeeze them, hold them, do something…I need…more.”

Happily receiving her consent, Columbia felt the soft texture of the other woman’s skin warm her palm. She quietly wondered how, even as an inorganic being, she could still feel her pulse (or at least what acted as one for her). Gliding her thumb across her nipple, Sandrone let out a quiet moan. 

“You feel like a human,” the moon goddess whispered with wonder.

“What were you expecting?” She whimpered in annoyance. “I’m not like those clunky gardemeks in Fontaine, you know. Do you really think Alain was that incompetent?”

Columbia offered a calm smile. “I didn’t mean to offend. I meant it as a compliment.”

“Oh…well then. Thank you.”

“You’re perfect, Sandrone.” Her girlfriend murmured before starting to kiss down her neck. The other woman gasped, not just from her touches, but at her use of a word she had never considered would be used to describe her. A tear slid down her cheek, and she immediately moved to hide the evidence.

Halting her ministrations, she asked, “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”

“No, no, keep going,” she sniffed. “I’m fine. I’m enjoying it. Really.”

Columbina tilted her head in confusion. “Then why are you crying?”

“Because…it’s a lot for me, emotionally. But please, let’s continue.” Sandrone caressed her girlfriend’s cheek and kissed her. “See? Told you I’m fine.”

Hesitantly, the moon goddess stroked her hands up and down her girlfriend’s sides. Memorizing every curve, she explored her body with the steady interest of someone who desired not just to understand, but truly know what pleased her.

“I think…I’m ready,” the Marionette whimpered. She was once again met with that bright pink stare of curiosity. “Oh, Archons…Furina didn’t explain the next step to you, did she?”

“No, it was actually Nefer and Lauma who gave me the more detailed description,” she stated sheepishly. “You’re sure you really want this?”

Taking her wrist, the other woman guided her hand between her legs. “Yes. I’m sure. Just…be gentle, okay? It’s my first time, too, you know.”

The moon goddess carefully prodded her entrance, gathering her arousal and coating her digits to ensure smooth entry. Watching her facial features for any discomfort, she slid inside. 

Sandrone let out a soft moan at the sensation, and Columbina continued. Maintaining a slow but steady pace, she flexed her fingers instinctively. Judging by the sounds her girlfriend was making, she must have been doing something correctly.

“Y-you can move faster…or add another...” She suggested breathlessly. Acting accordingly, the moon goddess inserted another digit. As she stroked a spot inside her that she appeared to enjoy, she was amused to see the other woman back to her old bossy self.

“Do that again, but faster,” She commanded in a half-groan.

Fulfilling her girlfriend’s request, Columbina repeated her action. Holding her close with her free arm, she could feel her quivering and clenching. Assuming this was a good sign, she increased her speed.

“Archons…Columbina…don’t you dare stop…”

“As you wish…” she whispered reassuringly into her hair.

Her moans hit a fever pitch, and the moon goddess wondered why she had never heard her sing like this before. It sounded like music to her, and knowing that she was the cause made it even more special. Sandrone slumped forward, her forehead resting on the other woman’s shoulder.

“Was that satisfactory?”

Columbina felt the vibration of the Marionette’s chuckle. “Ugh, don’t say it all weird like that.” Looking up at her, her eyes sparkled with an unfamiliar mischievousness. “You did fine. But I think I can do even better.”

“I didn’t realize we’d turned this into a competition.”

Her voice took on a smug air. “I’ll have you know I’m exceptionally well-read in all things, not just matters of science. I figured we’d eventually be doing…” Her already flushed cheeks turned an even deeper shade of crimson. “This, so I thought I might as well prepare myself to leave you amazed.”

The moon goddess’s eyes widened with understanding. “Ah, so you and Arlecchino must have had a discussion similar to mine and Furina’s?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sandrone muttered. “Columbina, would you want to talk to the Knave about things like this? No, I bought some light novels at one of the traveling merchants’ stalls while I was stationed in Nod Krai.”

“I see. Perhaps we could read them together, then?”

Deciding against a sarcastic reply, the Marionette pushed her gently onto her back. “I’ll do you one better. How about I show you the results of my research?”

Giggling in surprise, the moon goddess smiled up at her. “I’m not used to this side of you. It’s nice to see you loosen up after an orgasm.”

“Columbina! I’ll never understand how you can say things like that without batting an eye.” She straddled her hips and leaned down. “But I think I know what’ll really make you squirm.”

Her lips were now mere inches from hers. “Do your worst, my dear Sandrone.”

The Marionette silenced her with a searing kiss that felt like it took the breath out of both of their lungs. Adrenaline served as the antidote to any and all worries that previously floated through Sandrone’s mind. Her lips traveled across every inch of the moon goddess’s brilliant porcelain skin. If she weren’t so focused on making her feel good, she could have admired the way it sparkled like the night sky of Nod Krai.

Her mouth met her nipple, already swollen with arousal. She tested licks, sucks, and light bites, gauging her reaction for future experiments. The voice she had once dreaded hearing in the dead of night now sounded like the only thing she ever wanted to fall asleep to. Columbina’s sleek fingers wove through her tresses. A gentle pressure indicated she was eager to push her further.

“Be patient, Bina,” she murmured against her flesh. The other woman let out a sigh that was both of anticipation and resignation as her girlfriend kissed her way between her breasts and down to her taught stomach. She gave the same treatment to each side of her hips, her lips lingering over her skin as she moved from one side to the other. 

Silently thanking the Archons that she had read an entire stack of those trashy novels in her downtime, she readied herself for the main event. The moon goddess’s digits were still tangled in her hair, light squeezes on her scalp silently begging her to continue. Sandrone took her first taste of her and imagined this must be what it was like to be drunk on some exceptionally expensive liquor.

Columbina let out a squeak of a moan, her grip tightening against her head. With each movement of her tongue, the Marionette made sure to drag the flat of it against the other woman’s sensitive bud. If she moved it in circles, what would the reaction be? What pressures made her girlfriend’s hips jolt the most? She could spend the rest of her life running tests like these and never grow tired of it.

“S-Sandrone…I think…I’m getting close…”

Humming in affirmation, she nudged her legs open wider with her shoulders. She had finally deduced the series of combinations that would bring her to climax. A few firm sucks were all it took to make the moon goddess see stars.

Peering up at her from between her thighs, the Marionette was rewarded with a rare sight: Columbina Hyposelenia at a loss for words.

Sandrone took the spot next to her on the bed and carefully tucked a sweat-drenched lock of hair behind her girlfriend’s ear. When she’d finally come back down to earth, her girlfriend's head twitched toward the door.

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what? Archons, Columbina, you sure know how to give a girl the creeps. It’s the House of the Hearth. I’m sure there’s always something making noises in a place filled with kids.”

Pairing: Jean x Lisa

Tags: Picnics, Vacation, Thigh Riding, Vaginal Fingering

Summary:

When Jean begs Lisa to take on one more round of babysitting, the mage reluctantly agrees - but for a price. Klee is a handful, and the librarian is giving up precious nap time to ensure her safety. What she really wants is a real date, not their usual boring night in. The acting grandmaster is ready to deliver...AFTER she welcomes her not-so-great superior home.

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“Jean, dear. This is the third time this month you’ve asked me to babysit.”

“I know! I know. And I’m sorry, but with Grandmaster Varka returning, I really need to make sure everything is ready. I already sent word that I’d personally be there to welcome him home. I’m begging you, Lisa. I can’t just throw Klee in solitary, especially since she’s actually been on her best behavior as of late.”

The mage crossed her arms and looked at her expectantly. “And what’s in it for me? It’s not my problem that you’re the acting grandmaster who always bites off more than you can chew. Believe it or not, I do have my own work to get done, you know.”

“What if…,” Jean stalled, trying to conjure something impressive enough to convince her girlfriend to agree. “What if I take you out on a date? And not just our usual ‘order something at Good Hunter, bring it home, have sex, and fall asleep’ date. Something really special?”

Even though the offer was enticing, there was no way Lisa wasn’t going to give her a hard time. “Hmm, you drive a hard bargain. Throw in a three-day weekend, and we have a deal.”

Extending her hand to firmly grasp hers, Jean muttered, “Like you don’t already take long weekends by sleeping on the job…”

“What was that, my love?”

“Nothing! Just glad to slash one thing off my never-ending to-do list. I really need to have a discussion with Alice the next time she’s in Mondstadt. I understand she’s a working mother, but this is getting to be a little ridiculous…”

—————————-

When Jean had completed her duty, she swiftly returned to headquarters after dropping Varka off to catch up with old friends at Angel’s Share. Part of her wondered if she’d have to part ways with her office now that the real grandmaster had made his reappearance.

As she walked the halls that had become her home away from home, a rumbling sound coming from the library made her switch from a leisurely walk to a full-on sprint. Swinging the massive doors open, she witnessed Klee getting ready to throw a jumpy-dumpty off the balcony onto the ground floor.

“Uh-oh…” the young girl said just as she lit the fuse.

“KLEE, NO!” Lisa and Jean screamed in unison.

The acting grandmaster reached for her sword and thrust it toward the device in the little girl's hands. “Wind, hear me!” 

The force of Anemo swept the explosive through the air, the flame flickering but not yet fully diffused. Just before it could hit the floor, the mage shouted an incantation. Four magic circles formed around the bomb and enclosed it in a force field just in time for the explosion to be contained.

Klee’s eyes glowed with excitement at the display. “Woooooow! That was soooooo cool! Master Jean, you were like wooooosh! And Ms. Lisa, the way you were like abracadabra and stuff!!”

Lisa looked at Jean with a mix of shock, disbelief, horror, exhaustion, and gratitude. She’d clearly had her hands full. 

Taking a knee, the acting grandmaster scolded, “Klee! You’re in big trouble, young lady! First of all, you need to apologize right now to Ms. Lisa. Then, you and I are-” 

“Going to have a long chat with Uncle Varka.” 

She’d been so focused on ensuring no one was hurt, she’d failed to see who had been hot on her heels. The grandmaster towered over all of them, firm but warm in tone.

“Uncle Varka! I missed you soooooo much!” The girl screeched with glee.

“I missed you, too, Klee. But we really need to learn how not to blow things up, okay? Master Jean has told me you’ve been quite the little hilichurl while I’ve been out on my big adventure. It’s a good thing I decided to check on my old stomping grounds before I got too sloshed.”

Narrowing her eyes, the acting grandmaster started to correct him. “Master Varka, I don’t think…”

He held up a hand to interrupt her. “Master Jean, I think you’ve more than earned some time off. Why don’t you let me handle this one? I promise I won’t let her get away with it, but I think we may need to try a different disciplinary action this time around. Leave it to me while you two get some quality time in, eh?” He said with a wink.

The librarian rose to her feet and dusted herself off. “Well, Jean does owe me a date for all she’s put me through this week.”

Varka let out a boisterous laugh. “Great! Sounds like you’ve got this all worked out, then. I’ll catch up with you both some other time. For now…I’ve got this.”

——————

During her time away, Jean had thought long and hard about how to convey proper thanks to Lisa for all she did for her. Not just keeping a watchful eye over Klee, but for bringing her tea during late nights at the office and sneaking in small moments of intimacy to help boost her morale when she knew it’d be unlikely they’d get walked in on.

It was time for her to do something unexpectedly romantic for the woman who made all her hard work feel worth it. The next day, she asked Razor to show her the best place to pick lamp grass. After collecting enough to fill a decent-sized jar, she headed to Cat’s Tail to pick up a fresh vegetable pizza and then made a pit stop at Angel’s Share for a bottle of Dandelion Wine. 

Arranging everything in her satchel, she made her way to the mage’s home at the appointed time. When she knocked on the door, she was happy to see Lisa had listened and dressed for the occasion. While the acting grandmaster had opted for a warm flannel, thick jeans, and boots, her girlfriend had decided on a fur-lined cape, ankle-length wool skirt, and comfortable walking shoes.

“My, what a large bag. I’m excited to see what you have planned.”

“Hope you don’t mind a bit of a hike. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

“Worth almost having my library blown to smithereens?”

Her girlfriend chuckled nervously. “I’d like to think so. C’mon, we have to get moving before it gets too dark.”

The two women walked and talked about everything except work for once. Jean missed being able to take in the breeze while focusing on the feeling of Lisa’s hand in hers. These were simple actions, but they felt heavenly without the constant pressures of knights coming by to drop more paperwork off on her desk. 

By the time they reached their destination, the sun had almost finished its descent. The mage turned to look at her girlfriend, a mischievous sparkle in her eye. 

“Starsnatch Cliff, huh? Makes me feel like we’re knights-in-training up to no good.”

“My intentions are pure, I assure you. Here, help me lay out the picnic blanket.” While Lisa flattened out the cloth, the acting grandmaster set out their meal. Before sitting herself down, she grabbed the jar of lamp grass and heard her girlfriend gasp in approval at the soft light it emitted.

“Oh, Jean! What a nice touch. You weren’t kidding. This is really sweet.”

“I can’t take all the credit. Razor did his best to explain the optimal way to cut them so they’d stay lit for a longer period of time. Now, let’s eat! I’m starved after that trek.”

Stars had finally emerged, and the sparkling night sky served as the perfect backdrop to an evening filled with good food, better drink, and the best company. Throughout their meal, the librarian had gotten progressively closer to Jean. The acting grandmaster had taken this to mean she was pleased with her choice of outing.

“So…how’d I do? I know we don’t get the chance to go out and do things like this as often as we should, but I hope it was a bit better than our usual routine.”

Lisa leaned her head against her shoulder. “Hmm…if I had to give it a grade, I’d say…A-.”

Jean looked down at her in shock. “A-?! What do I have to do to make that a perfect grade?”

Giggling deviously, the mage decided to have a bit of fun. “Are you trying to bribe the teacher? You naughty girl.”

Looking like a sad golden retriever who’d been scolded by its master, Jean pleaded with her. “Lisa! I’m being serious. I wanted this to be perfect. Please…tell me what’s missing.”

“It’s a little too chilly out here for my taste. To make this a truly unforgettable evening,” she murmured as she turned her head upward. “I think you’ll need to warm me up.”

Her girlfriend smirked at her. “Oh, that I can do. But you have to promise me you won’t be as loud as when we’re at home. You never know who else could be out here, and the last thing I need is for this to get out while Varka is here.”

Moving to close the distance between them, Lisa murmured, “Deal, cutie.” They kissed, and it felt like weeks’ worth of tension melted off both of them. The acting grandmaster hated that she had been away for as long as she had, but it was good to know the mage clearly didn’t hold it against her if the way her tongue was trying to gain entrance to her mouth was any indication. 

Jean’s hands wandered to the other woman’s hips and lifted her onto her lap with ease. She heard the librarian let out a slight gasp that evolved into a quiet moan at the display of strength.

“Mmm…can’t say I’m not happy to see the results of your constant training with the other knights,” she said as she ran her fingers up and down her girlfriend’s arms. 

“Is that what gets you hot while you’re daydreaming in that library of yours?” The acting grandmaster asked, amused.

Blushing at the fact she was that easy to read, Lisa replied, “Perhaps. Why don’t you give me something to replay in my mind the next time you’re too busy to make my fantasies a reality?”

Positioning her to straddle one of her thighs, Jean helped her lift her skirt carefully. She lowered her down, keeping her hands on her hips so she was the one in control of what would happen next. They kissed again, only this time, far more intensely. The acting grandmaster’s tongue traced the seam of her lover’s lips, and Lisa didn’t fight it.

Slowly, her girlfriend shifted her back and forth, ready to build friction at a perfect pace. Jolted in surprise by the movement, the mage quickly grabbed her broad shoulders for support. She felt the texture of the silk panties she wore brush against her sensitive bud and immediately sighed into her mouth.

Jean squeezed her waist in acknowledgment. Gripping her firmly, she flexed the muscles in her leg to provide more pressure. She could feel the librarian trying to move against her, and instead of fighting her desire, the acting grandmaster was determined to help her chase it.

“That’s it, baby, ride me. Archons, you’re so wet I can feel you through my pants,” she mumbled. 

Unused to hearing her talk like this in public, Lisa moaned at the combination of her encouragement and rough guidance. Shivering at the feel of the cool night air on her heated skin, every nerve in her body felt like it was charged by her electro vision. The mage rolled her hips downward as she sank her teeth into the other woman’s bottom lip. The acting grandmaster growled in response, greedily grinding her harder.

“J-Jean…what’s gotten into you?” Her girlfriend panted in excitement.

“Just want to deliver on my promise of making the night special…watching you come undone under the stars…fuck…so beautiful…” she said between heavy breaths. Feeling the other woman clench her legs against her thigh, she increased her pace until she felt Lisa’s nails dig into her shoulders. 

Twitching under her touch, the librarian let out a controlled groan that was just loud enough for Jean to know she was coming.

The mage pressed her forehead to her knight's as her breathing steadied. “Okay, okay. I forgive you for leaving me with Klee duty. But you’ve been running yourself too ragged, darling,” Lisa whispered as she slid her hand into Jean’s pants and under the waistband of her panties. “Good to see getting me all riled up like that still has the same effect on you,” she teased as she drenched her fingers with her slick. 

Silencing her groan with her lips against hers, the librarian murmured, “Ah, ah. You’ll have to be much quieter than that if you don’t want us getting caught, cutie.” Instead, the acting grandmaster held her lover’s waist tightly, her digits digging more firmly into her skin with each flick of Lisa’s fingers. 

Her emerald eyes took on a spark of purple as she activated the power of her vision. Before Jean could fully register what was about to happen, her body jolted at the feeling of electro pulsing on her bud. She hid a pitiful whine as she buried her head in the crook of Lisa’s neck.

The mage let out a squeak as her girlfriend squeezed just a bit too firmly. “C-careful with that strength of yours, love.”

“S-sorry…” The muffled apology was accompanied by a soft, “Fucking Archons…”

Jean’s clit throbbed almost painfully with need for release. The librarian reveled in the knowledge she was able to reduce her chivalrous knight to a whimpering mess in arms. She increased the power behind the pulsing and whispered, “Let go, baby. I’ve got you. You don’t have to be strong for me. Let me feel you lose control.”

The acting grandmaster’s eyes rolled back in her head as her orgasm hit her hard and fast. Lisa smiled as she pulled her closer, giggling at the way her lover’s body twitched in the aftermath.

“Thank you for this lovely surprise,” she murmured while rubbing her back in soothing circles. “I honestly don’t mind watching the little pyromaniac, but it really is a two-person job at times.”

Jean couldn’t help but let out a sigh. “Don’t I know it. Honestly, I had planned to discuss the situation with Varka after I let him enjoy being back in Mondstadt for a few days. It’s just…hard, you know? At times, I worry who I even am if I’m not the acting grandmaster anymore.”

Gently pulling her back so she could look at her directly, Lisa replied, “Well, that’s an easy question to answer. You’re Jean - the love of my life. And that’s all you’ll ever need to be.”

Her words struck the other woman right at her heart. Moisture threatened to escape the corner of her eye, but the mage caught it with the soft pad of her thumb.

“And so help me, if that oaf of a ‘grandmaster’ tries to pawn his work off on you ever again, I swear to the Archons he’ll rue the day he ever crossed my magic. He may have brawn, but I have brains.”

Jean sniffled and laughed. “There’s no doubt you’re far more fearsome than Andrius.”

Pairing: Mavuika x Xilonen

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Plans For The Future, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, 69 (Sex Position), Sex Toys

Summary:

Xilonen uses her skills to make a new future for her and Mavuika. But how will she handle the loneliness that can come with being married to an archon?

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The cool stone floor of the bathroom kept Xilonen grounded as one question echoed in her mind: How had this happened so quickly?

It had only been three weeks since she and Mavuika had taken her latest creation for a “test drive.” They had agreed it was time to try; the only question remaining was how to go about it logistically.

The blacksmith had come up with many a strange invention in her time (including that death trap of a bike she hated), but this one was certainly a work of scientific Natlanese genius.

“Wow. This looks fun…” the pyro archon said as she inspected her handiwork. 

“Want me to explain how this is supposed to work?”

Heat radiated from Mavuika’s glare. “How about you show me instead?”

Xilonen shook the memory away as she glanced at the time. Hunched over the sink, she continued the seemingly endless wait. She couldn’t stop the images flashing through her mind. 

Her wife slid the double-sided dildo inside herself and then eased into her. 

“Archons, you’re tight…” she breathed as she felt the device adapt to both of their bodies. Xilonen had crafted the object to convert the phlogiston flowing through them into a liquid ‘seed,’ theoretically enabling them to conceive together.

The blacksmith clawed at her back, her nails marking her skin as she pulled her in as far as she could take her. She slammed into her over and over, the friction causing heat to build inside the pyro archon until her climax signaled the device to pour her essence into her.

“Do you think it worked?” Xilonen asked as she snuggled against her side.

“If you built it, I have no doubt. Guess we won’t know for sure for a while. But until then,” Mavuika said as she kissed the top of her head, “I don’t mind continuing to experiment.”

The timer went off, and the blacksmith took a deep breath before looking at the test in her hand.

Well, shit! Is there anything that archon can’t do?

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“Kitten, I’m home!” Mavuika yelled as she took off her helmet in the entryway and shook her hair out. “You won’t believe the day I had.” 

“Yeah, I could say the same," the other woman mumbled.

Walking into the living room, the fiery redhead went straight to her wife for a kiss. “Oh, yeah? Don’t tell me - you couldn’t stop thinking about going another round with that brilliant invention of yours?” She teased with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

Xilonen’s furry ears perked up as she chuckled at her overly eager lover. “Um, yeah. How about you go first?”

“So. Get this. Tumaini and I had to go and kick some Fatui ass today. These Saurian poachers kept muttering about how they had to ‘catch them all’ so they could make them fight each other. The poor things were shaking by the time Ifa got there to give them a check-up. So, now I’ve gotta work with this lawyer chick from Liyue to enact a new law banning Saurian fight rings.” 

The archon noticed the sudden nervous twitch of her wife’s tail. “Hey…Everything okay? Normally, you’d have a snappy, sarcastic comeback about these jerks.”

Xilonen’s appendage and ears jolted upright. “What makes you ask?”

“Well, you seem lost in thought, and your tail hasn’t stopped moving since I got home.”

“Oh,” she said as she grabbed the betraying appendage and held it still on her lap. “Uh…I have…a surprise for you.”

“What surprise could possibly make you this anxious?”

The blacksmith handed her a small box from the table beside her. Slowly, Mavuika untied the ribbon and opened the lid. Peering in, she threw a hand to her mouth before picking up the letter and reading it out loud: 

Our next adventure awaits, Mommy. Time to trade in your bike for baby duty.

The archon’s eyes swelled with tears. “We’re…having a baby?”

Xilonen’s smile lit up the room. “We’re having a baby.”

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5 Months Later

Having been commanded to take it easy by her overprotective wife, the blacksmith sat on the couch, bored beyond belief. She ran her palm around the small bump that now protruded from her crop top. “Mommy should be here soon. I miss her, too,” she said softly. As if the archon had heard her telepathically, the revving of a bike engine came shortly after. 

Seems like she’s eager to be home as well, she thought.

Mavuika came bounding into the house and immediately sought her out. “Xilonen? How are you? Everything okay? Do you need me to get anything for you? I’m sorry I was gone for longer than I expected.”

The other woman reached out to take her hand, trying to soothe her worry. “Everything’s fine, baby.”

A look of confusion passed over her. “Okay…then why did Citlali send me a message saying I had to get home immediately? I left the meeting with the other archons as soon as I read it.”

Xilonen pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. “Damnit! I told her to stay out of it.”

Relieved that both of them were safe, she walked over to the couch, knelt to place a gentle kiss to her stomach, and then leaned over to kiss her wife’s lips.

“Sooooo what’s really going on? Citlali wouldn’t contact me for no reason.”

All of a sudden, it seemed as if the blacksmith couldn’t meet her gaze. “I guess I must have been bothering her. I… kept going over to ask to borrow her light novels.”

“I’m still not following. That doesn’t seem to equate to a problem.”

“Well…”

“Yeah?”

Her wife’s cheeks warmed at the coming admission. “…I’ve been super needy lately, and with you gone…I had to take matters into my own hands.”

“Uh…what do you mean by that?”

“I figured if I could mentally picture the characters as you and me, I’d be able to take care of myself and not be a bother to you when you got back.”

“I mean…I can’t say I blame you, but why would that upset Citlali so bad she’d reach out to me?”

“About that…” Xilonen muttered. “I couldn’t finish. Trust me, I tried. I was so frustrated that I might have walked in on her and Lumine. And that only made me more upset because I missed you and I’m horny, and nothing I do to try and satisfy myself is working,” the blacksmith said as she started to sob. “I also may have destroyed a few of her books out of jealousy…”

Mavuika gently rubbed her back. “Oh, no! Kitten, don’t cry. We’ll fix it.”

“S-she was so mad she interrupted such an important meeting, and it’s all my fault.”

Smiling softly, the archon reassured her. “It’s okay, really. It was starting to get boring anyway. You remember Zhongli?  When he and Nahida start to get really technical, my brain starts hurting. Look, it’s not like I can’t get Ei to have her wife send us some replacements. I’ll call in a favor. It’s an easy fix.”

“Really?” The other woman sniffled. 

“Of course, love. What matters is that I’m here now and I can take care of all your needs. I don’t plan on leaving your side the rest of your pregnancy.”

Hope shone in her eyes. “You promise?”

“I promise. Trust me, you aren’t the only one with urges. I kept trying to focus on what the archons were saying, but my mind kept drifting back to how incredible you look with our kid inside you,” Mavuika said, her hand gently caressing her wife’s stomach.

“Is that so?” She leaned in closer to the archon, her lips so close to her ear she could feel her breath hot and promising. “Cuz I couldn’t stop thinking about how you made it happen.”

A possessive growl rumbled in Mavuika’s throat as she swept the blacksmith into her arms with ease. Cautious to make sure she wasn’t too rough with her, given her condition, she lay her on the bed and carefully undressed her. Xilonen watched her ravenously while the archon stripped off her own clothing.

“Damn. That never gets old,” she murmured as she licked her lips in anticipation.

Flashing her a cocky smirk, her wife chuckled, “Yeah? Good to know you still enjoy the show after all this time.”

Crooking her finger toward herself, the blacksmith ordered, “Come over here, and I’ll show you just how much I enjoy it.” Joining her on the mattress, she captured the archon’s mouth in a searing kiss, her fangs teasing at her bottom lip. Mavuika moaned against her, eager to get started on relieving her wife’s pent-up frustration. She moved to straddle her, but Xilonen pulled back.

“Ah, ah. Not yet, baby. We’re doing this my way. You lie down. I’ve got plans.”

“Man, who knew all it took was me getting you pregnant to make you want to top,” the archon joked.

Rolling her eyes at the playful quip, the blacksmith kissed down the other woman’s neck. The scent of her skin was grounding, like the wind on a sunny day. If she closed her eyes, it was almost like she was on the back of her bike with her. But her veins now thrummed with adrenaline for another reason. 

Mavuika stroked her arms, quietly urging her to continue. She was curious as to where this all was headed. It wasn’t like her to take the initiative like this, but she couldn’t say she was disappointed. “So, kitten…you gonna tell me what you’re up to?”

Her wife hummed as she looked up at her through her eyelashes. That was enough to make the archon want to take the reins back. Thankfully, she had the self-control not to rush things.

“I figured since we both missed each other, why not ensure we kick things off evenly?” She rose from her position and turned around. It was then that Mavuika understood where things were headed.

“Archons…just don’t overwork yourself, okay? If you get tired, say so, and we’ll switch places.”

Xilonen looked over her shoulder, eyebrow cocked in challenge. “Babe, I’m pregnant, not made of glass. I’ve waited long enough to taste you again.” Shifting herself over her, she crouched down and backed up so her lower half was level with the other woman’s face. She heard Mavuika inhale sharply when she nibbled the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

“Fuck…Xilonen…” She muttered before she placed a kiss on her ass. When she felt the first lick against her clit, the archon had to force herself to focus on the feast in front of her. The blacksmith groaned at the feeling of her wife’s tongue returning the favor. Ensuring her stance gave her the support her body needed, she delved into her entrance, savoring the sweet musk she’d been without for far too long.

Mavuika’s sounds of pleasure sent a shockwave into her own pussy as she dutifully lapped at her. This spurred her on, driving her desire to a fever pitch. Something about the animalistic nature of her panther ancestry burned inside her, causing a purr to ripple through her.

She heard her wife cuss at the vibration as her hips jerked up. Clawing her legs open wider, Xilonen spread the flat of her tongue so it wouldn’t miss an inch of her lover’s slit.

“Kitten…you’re not playing fair…that vibration…fuck…”

The blacksmith applied a stronger pressure, eager to send her wife spiraling over the edge. Despite the relentless onslaught, Mavuika didn’t let up. Xilonen was starting to breathe heavily as she felt the familiar sensation building in her lower belly. Each of them tried to remain steady, but their bodies fought against the inevitable.

Shuttering underneath her, the archon let out a cry that was her wife’s undoing. Reveling in the feel of her orgasm, Mavuika made sure to support her lover so she wouldn’t fully collapse. She stroked her tail, knowing it helped ease her through her climax.

Xilonen cuddled into her as the archon carefully placed her arm around her to pull her closer.

“Feeling better, kitten?”

“A bit, yes.”

Mavuika kissed her shoulder, slowly trailing her hand down between her wife’s wet folds. Lazily circling her index finger over her now overly-sensitive bud, she murmured, “Only a bit? Clearly, I’ve been neglectful…”

The blacksmith moaned at her touch, quietly hoping for more. Nipping at the shell of her ear, Mavuika continued to tease her. “Did you honestly think that’s all we’d do after I was summoned home to tend to you?”

The other woman gasped when she felt her lover apply more pressure to her clit. 

“You’re not usually one to play coy. Be more vocal about your needs, baby. I hear a cat in heat can be quite dangerous.” She slid two fingers into her slick opening, and Xilonen spread her legs wider to allow her depth.

“So, let’s try this again. What does the mother of my child need?”

“You…inside me…now,” she panted.

“Good kitty,” the archon praised before kissing the top of her head. She began to move, extra cautious not to shock her by giving too much at once. In this case, it was better to let her wife control the pace. The last thing she wanted to do was let her eagerness to please end up hurting the one she loved. 

Arching against her, the blacksmith’s hips jutted back and forth. Mavuika’s digits filled her, flexing in ways that drove her crazy. Tilting the angle of her lower half, she ground herself on the heel of the archon’s palm. She ached for release, calling out for more, more, more.

Sensing she wouldn’t last much longer, her wife whispered, “Come for me…I’ve got you…” When Xilonen was in her arms like this, her protective instincts felt even stronger. Her only desire was to show her support and care for her. 

The blacksmith’s legs clamped her hand between them as they shook with force. Whatever Mavuika was saying to her turned into a jumble of words that lacked meaning to her lust-clouded brain, although she could instinctively understand their intent.

A purr of content softly rumbled through her body. The archon quietly wondered if their baby could feel that, too. 

Xilonen chuckled and wrapped her hands around hers. “See? This is why I need you. No regular human could satisfy me like this.” 

“Ah, so there are perks to being an archon. And here I thought sacrificing myself for the good of all Natlan was as good as it got.”

Slapping her hands playfully, the other woman chastised her. “Mav, can it. I don’t even like to think about that anymore. But now that we’re talking about worries, we’re really going to need Citlali when this little one decides they want to make their entrance. Please tell me you were serious about fixing the book situation. I really don’t want an angry shaman tending to me.”

The archon gave her a gentle squeeze. “Already taken care of. She may have ranted a little in that letter. I hand-delivered them to Lumine personally as I was heading home.”

A sigh of relief escaped the other woman’s lips. “Shoulda known you’d be two steps ahead of me. Thank you.”

“I’ll always take care of the two of you,” she reassured her as she stroked her belly. “Now, let’s rest while we still can. The newest member of our tribe will be here before we know it.”

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4 Months Later

“I am SO mad at you right now!” Xilonen yelled.

“You can be upset with me all you want, but I need you to focus,” Mavuika said, trying to keep her wife calm.

She squeezed the archon’s hand and screeched as a contraction washed over her.

“Xilonen, I need you to push!” Citlali commanded.

“I can’t! I’m tired, and I can’t do this!” She argued through gritted teeth.

“Oh, archons, give me a break! Of course you can!” The shaman retorted.

“An archon is the reason I’m in this position!”

Good to see these two can still have little spats and take a dig at me at a time like this. I should probably nip this before it gets really ugly, Mavuika thought to herself.

“Hey, hey, look at me,” she said softly to her wife. The blacksmith turned her head to face her, fear and pain reflected in her green eyes.

“Don’t focus on anyone but me. On the next contraction, you look at me, only me, and push. Okay?”

Xilonen nodded and did as she was instructed, her gaze never straying from the piercing scarlet eyes she fell for.

“I can see the head! Look at those ears! Won’t be much longer now…keep going Xilonen!”

Mavuika’s look of concern morphed into an excited smile at the announcement. She pressed her lips to her wife’s forehead.

“Seems our little one has your ears,” she laughed, refocusing on the matter at hand. “You’re doing a great job my love, just a little more.”

With a few more pushes, the room echoed with the piercing cries of a newborn. Tears streamed down both women’s faces, the battle hard fought, finally won.

Citlali cautiously handed the child over to the blacksmith. “Congrats, you two. It’s a girl, and Chasca owes me some mora.”

“You bet on our baby?!” Mavuika said as she looked at her incredulously.

The shaman shrugged. “Hardly a bet when you’ve been delivering babies for hundreds of years. I’ve seen it all. You just kinda can tell after the first hundred.”

The couple stared in awe at their daughter as they took in all of her beautiful features. Tufts of red hair slightly covered her fuzzy ears, while her tail swished with excitement. Bright green eyes gazed back up in wonder at her parents.

Kissing the newborn’s head, Mavuika dipped down to capture her wife’s lips. “Thank you, my love. I wouldn’t want to go on this crazy adventure with anyone else.”

Xilonen pressed her forehead to the archon’s, “Back at ya, baby. Here, wanna hold her?”

“Can I?”

“Of course, silly. She’s not just mine.” She gently placed the child into her wife’s arms.

“Why, hello, little one. I’m your other mom. We’ve waited quite some time to meet you.”

The blacksmith looked at her expectantly. “So now that we know she’s a girl…is the almighty pyro archon going to bestow her with a name?” 

Mavuika rolled her eyes at the jab. Humming as she rocked the newborn, she thought carefully before speaking. “Amara,” she said softly at first. “Amara seems fitting, don’t you agree?”

As both were Natlanese, they knew all too well how important choosing someone’s name truly was. “Grace and eternity, huh? I think that reflects her parents quite well. You, an eternal archon, and me, gracefully going along with all your plans,” she laughed.

Mavuika smiled. “Then it’s settled?”

Pairing: Shenhe x Yelan

Tags: Vacation, Dress Up, Dresses, Light Bondage, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Rope Bondage

Summary:

Shenhe receives a letter from Yelan while the spy is on assignment in Fontaine. Luckily, with Lumine and Paimon's help, she's finished her mission in record time. When the exorcist joins her in the Nation of Justice, she's surprised to see her girlfriend decked out in local garb. Where will their new fashion sense lead them?

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Shenhe absentmindedly picked a piece of lint off her dress as she stood waiting at the bottom of the staircase to the Hotel Debord. It was unusual for Yelan to invite her to meet her when she was still on a mission. Whenever the exorcist had asked to tag along in the past, the other woman would distract her with a kiss and mutter something about it being too dangerous for both of them.

Of course, Shenhe found this to be a ridiculous excuse…even if she didn’t say it to her face. The spy knew she could fight. Perhaps a little too well. On second thought, maybe this gentle dismissal was more for the intelligence agent’s safety than her own. Be that as it may, it didn’t quell her curiosity as to why all of a sudden she’d received a letter reading:

Little crane,

By the time you get this, I’ll be on assignment in Fontaine. If you leave ASAP, you’ll be here by the time I wrap up the case. I’ve already informed Chef Mao that you’ll be taking a short vacation. Meet me at the Hotel Dubord and bring that sexy little lantern rite dress we had so much fun with last time ~

Love always, 

Your constantly sleepy girlfriend

Her cheeks warmed as she remembered “last time.” Flashes of their previous tryst made her squeeze her thighs together as discreetly as possible. Suddenly, she heard the soft clicking of heels on the marble staircase. Turning to catch a glimpse of what foreign movie star or dignitary it might be, her eyes grew wide as she realized it was none other than her date for the evening…only in unfamiliar attire.

Yelan flashed her a confident smirk. “I thought something with a more Fontainian flair might be nice. A social outfit for a social occasion.”

The exorcist was at a complete loss for words as she gazed at the sapphire dress that hugged every curve of her girlfriend’s body. 

The other woman's brow furrowed with uncertainty. “…Does it look that bad?” Yelan asked.

The tinge of concern in her voice brought Shenhe back to reality. “Oh, not at all. I’m sorry…I just wasn’t aware we’d both be dressed up. Your note made it sound like we weren’t going to be wearing much for most of the night.”

It always shocked the spy that she was able to say such things with a straight face. Shenhe was nothing if not blunt. She must get it from Cloud Retainer, Yelan thought to herself. 

Chuckling, she replied, “Whoa, slow down there, little crane. As much as I’d love to take you back to my room and…” Her eyes were immediately drawn to the slit in Shenhe’s dress before she was able to finish her thought. “…re-live some wonderful memories, I figured we might spend the night on the town. It's not every day I get to actually enjoy my time where I’m sent. And I can’t think of anyone I’d rather spend it with.”

Her sincerity made the exorcist smile warmly. “I’ve yet to thank you for taking care of things at Wanmin for me. I’ve never asked for time off before, and I’m afraid I would have botched it if I had tried. I’m still getting used to the etiquette of the city.”

The spy always forgot that her girlfriend hadn’t lived in Liyue Harbor her whole life. “Shenhe, even Xiangling gets to take a break, and she’s Mao’s daughter. Of course he’d let you get away for a few days. You’re welcome, but never be afraid to take a day or two to yourself if you feel you need it. Have you seen the way Beidou and her crew eat when she docks? The restaurant makes enough to keep you employed no problem. Now. Enough chit chat.” Yelan’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “Let’s go see what the Nation of Justice has to offer us, hmm?”

————

The two women walked the Court of Fontaine, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of unfamiliar territory. Fresh Romaritime Flowers, fragrant perfume wafting from one of the many fancy shops, and the rich aroma of coffee beans all blended together in the night breeze, making for a perfect relaxing atmosphere.

Yelan squeezed her girlfriend’s hand and sighed. “If only we were on a rooftop terrace somewhere, enjoying a few glasses of sparkling wine and getting pleasantly tipsy...”

Glancing sideways, Shenhe looked puzzled. “Who says we can’t? You’re on vacation, are you not?”

“We are on vacation, and yes. I suppose you’re right,” the other woman corrected.

“After what you and the traveler just went through, I’d say you deserve to celebrate. You always reward the small victories I achieve at work. I want to do the same for you,” the exorcist said earnestly.

What did she ever do to deserve someone like her? Despite Yelan constantly having to be away on missions, Shenhe was always so patient, so understanding. Perhaps it was time she started to accept that kindness without argument. “Alright...you’ve convinced me. Let's look for a place to stop. I wonder what special drinks the hidden taverns of this city offer…”

After a bit of searching, they ended up at a secluded bar that was the perfect setting for a quiet, romantic evening. The exorcist listened with rapt attention as her girlfriend spilled all the details of her role in bringing the Dark Financier to justice. As Yelan called for a second round of beverages, Shenhe could feel a pleasant warmth beginning to thrum through her body. 

Emboldened by alcohol and pure attraction, the exorcist felt her hand moving of its own volition to caress the cunningly intelligent woman’s leg under the table. 

“And then, when we tracked down the final clue, the traveler and I…and just what do you think you’re doing, little crane?” Yelan murmured under her breath, her eyes starting to glaze over with desire at the bold move.

“Sorry…It’s a little hard to focus on your story when you’re dressed like this,” she responded as she toyed with the decorative thigh strap. “I’m just not used to seeing you bear so much of yourself in public.”

The spy’s eyebrow twitched into a curious arc. “That a good thing, or a bad thing?”

Shenhe searched her thoughts for an answer. She had always spoken her mind. It was just who she was. Straightforward. No-nonsense. “Good for me. Not so good when I know others would kill to be this close to you.”

“Hmm. Then it’s a good thing my girlfriend is so strong she needs to be bound by red ropes.” She leaned in until her lips brushed the shell of the exorcist’s ear. “I’d hate to see the poor sap who decided to try and take what’s rightfully yours.”

———————————-

The next few moments passed in a blur. They drained what little remained of their drinks, mora hit the table, and the two women tried not to trip in their heels as they stumbled back to Yelan’s suite. Shenhe pinned the spy against the back of the door, unable to hold back her hunger as she kissed her hard.

Her girlfriend let out a throaty chuckle as she softly bit down on the other woman’s lower lip. “My, you certainly don’t waste any time, do you?” She felt the exorcist’s hips grind into hers. 

“Your comment about ropes got me thinking…your hydro threads…are they relatively sturdy?” Shenhe asked into her mouth. 

“I’d say so…I mean…they only evaporate when I trigger them to…why?” Yelan pulled back to match her gaze.

“Do you trust me?” She asked earnestly.

“Your strength has never frightened me before. Why would it now?”

She yelped in surprise as the exorcist lifted her with ease and threw her over her shoulder. The spy shuddered as she felt the cool Fontainian air flutter against her exposed skin. On second thought, perhaps the dress was a bit too short. It probably also didn’t help that she had gone the daring route and ditched her panties in anticipation of where the night might lead.

Playfully tossing her onto the mattress, Shenhe grabbed the pillows at the head of the bed and placed a couple in front of Yelan. She’d need the leverage for what she had in mind. “Lean forward with your hands behind your back.” Her girlfriend obeyed, her heart hammering in her chest at the thought of being completely at the other woman’s mercy.

“Now bind them securely with your vision.” Thin but sturdy strings of hydro weaved out from the spy’s bracelet and slithered into place. Shenhe tested their tautness and hummed in approval. “If you need a break, say cryo, and I’ll stop.”

Positioning herself between Yelan’s legs from behind, she growled when she saw what awaited her. The spy’s arousal glistened against her thighs, ready and willing. “Archons, Yelan. Really? I know you’re used to living life on the edge, but what if you had run into someone dangerous before I got here?”

“As if anyone could ever catch me,” she shot back.

“Seems like it was pretty easy for me,” the exorcist purred as she teased her girlfriend’s slick lips with a single digit and reached for her ropes with the other hand.

The spy let out a low moan as she felt her spreading her wetness. Shenhe slowly eased a finger inside and felt her yield easily to the intrusion. Her movements were calculated and methodical. While they weren’t always together as long as either of them would prefer, they had learned each other’s bodies quite well in the time they did have to experiment.

“I know you like taking it from behind, and that dress just looked so inviting. I couldn’t strip you out of it for this. Everyone else may have gotten to appreciate its beauty from afar, but I think it looks even better with you on your knees for me, don’t you agree?” She added a second finger and began to curl them toward her.

“Y-yes…” her girlfriend choked out, her breath hitching with every flick of her digits. Grabbing her by her restraints, Shenhe slid her back toward her as she fucked into her.

“Ahhhh!” The spy groaned at the combination of movements.

“Mmm…that’s what I like to hear. Keep making those sounds for me, baby,” she said, her voice taking on a husk that sounded both dangerous and inviting. Yelan felt her eyes roll back in her head at the feeling of being stretched and filled.

“S-shenhe…fuck…harder…” she pleaded.

“Always living on the edge. Since you asked so nicely…” Steadying herself, the exorcist thrust in measured pulses, cautious not to let strength overtake reason. “Come on, Ye…show me what I came all the way from Liyue to see…lose yourself for me.”

The lines of hydro that bound her snapped, and she moved to fist the sheets beneath her. Shenhe grabbed her hip instead, pulling her down onto her fingers as her walls squeezed in erratic pulses of an orgasm.

“Where did that come from?” Yelan asked breathlessly.

With a smirk, the exorcist replied, “Just wanted to remind you that you’re mine.”

She smiled back at her. The level of confidence she’d gained since they had first met was astounding. It made the spy happy to think she may have played even a small part in it. “How could I ever forget?” She caressed her girlfriend’s face with her hands. “Now, how about you let me have a go?”

Repositioning herself between her girlfriend’s legs, she continued, “As you know, I quite like that dress of yours, so you’ll also be keeping it on.” She slid her hand between her legs. “And already so wet for me. You enjoyed tying me up that much?”

Her thumb trailed up and down her opening through the fabric of her panties. Shenhe twitched under her touch. “Ye-Yelan,” she gasped.

“Oh, come now. What happened to that strong, commanding woman who was here a moment ago? You sure changed your tune the moment I touched you.” She continued to tease her folds, feeling the other woman’s arousal begin to soak through her laced blue panties.

“Please,” the exorcist panted as she grabbed her lover’s hand and brought it closer to her entrance.

“Talk to me, baby. Tell me what you need.”

“I need your fingers…your mouth…anything…everything…”

“Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Deftly moving her panties over, she slid two fingers into her with ease. Shenhe moaned at the feeling, her legs spreading to accommodate greater depth.

“I didn’t even need to use hydro to help slick you up. You were already soaked enough from your little power trip earlier.” Curling her fingers, she watched as her girlfriend’s back arched off the bed in an attempt to draw her in closer.

“M-more,” she breathlessly demanded.

Never one to deny her, Yelan brought her mouth to her entrance and lazily slid her tongue across her sensitive bud as she continued to move inside of her. The exorcist crossed her ankles around her girlfriend’s head, keeping her from deciding to tease her further by pulling away. 

With a grin, the spy started to suck her clit in focused pulses while her fingers set her nerves on fire. 

“Ahhhh, yes!” Shenhe cried as her body shook forcefully from her orgasm. Her juices coated Yelan’s fingers and tongue, a taste that made her all the more grateful that she had sent for her to join her in Fontaine.

Climbing her way back up her body, the spy kissed her before resting her forehead against hers. “Missed you, little crane. Thanks for kicking our vacation off with such a stylish bang.”

The exorcist giggled. “Actually, I’m feeling a bit overdressed at the moment. Perhaps it’s time for me to slip out of this and under the sheets with you.”

Realizing how late it was, Yelan nodded in agreement. “I’d say that’s probably a good idea. I think both of us will need our energy when we wake up naked next to each other tomorrow.”

Pairing: Beidou x Ningguang

Tags: Jealousy, Birthday, Face-Sitting, Scissoring

Summary:

When Ningguang makes a trip to Nod Krai to assist Yelan on a mission that could be profitable for Liyue, she leaves a message for Beidou to meet her there when her mission is complete. But when the captain gets there, it seems like the only thing on the Tianquan's mind is Yelan herself. Beidou has a jealous streak, and it's up to Ningguang to ease her troubled mind.

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“Wow, you really know how to make me work for it, don’t ya?” 

Beidou strode up to the table with a wry smirk twitching at the corner of her mouth. Even with the dim lighting inside The Flagship, she’d know the silhouette of the woman in the headscarf anywhere. 

While the captain had been docked in Fontaine on her most recent voyage, she was surprised to find a message waiting for her with instructions for her next destination. It was rare for Tianquan herself to make a trip outside of Liyue, but Beidou was relieved to see she was at least trying to keep her identity hidden.

“Interesting location for a rendezvous, but can’t say I’m disappointed. Care to tell me why we’re meeting in Nod-Krai and not your bedroom? Normally you can’t wait to get me in the sack when I’ve been gone this long,” she joked as she slid into the chair across from her. 

Ningguang rolled her eyes playfully. “What, a change of pace isn’t nice from time to time? Or is the captain really that homesick? Did you honestly think I’d let you spend your birthday alone if I could help it?”

The other woman let out a snort of a laugh before her gaze drifted toward the bar on instinct. Her good mood dissipated immediately. 

“Ah, I see. Must be pretty important if she’s here as well.”

“Down, Beidou. Relax. You’re not the only person I trust with important business matters. It just so happened that Yelan had need of my discerning eye regarding a business endeavor that could prove quite profitable. Her usual connections are skilled, but in this instance, she felt the need to call in a true expert.”

The captain attempted to control the scowl that threatened to emerge. “So. Just you and her? Didn’t think to call in some extra muscle just in case things went south?”

Ningguang took a long drag from her pipe. “For this particular instance, I didn’t think it necessary. I figured by the time we wrapped things up, you’d have gotten my letter and been halfway here already.” She exhaled a perfect smoke ring that drifted across the expanse that separated them. “You’ve always been diligent like that. If you’re really that pressed for details, I’ll fill you in over drinks.”

Normally, Beidou didn’t mind the need to keep their relationship discreet. Ningguang respected and loved her deeply, this she knew. But she’d be lying if she said it didn’t irk her that Yelan often got to spend more time around her girlfriend than she did. 

“Nah, the last thing I wanna do is talk about work.” The captain caught the attention of a waiter. “I’ll have whatever Nod Krai thinks can take down the uncrowned lord of the ocean, and my beautiful companion here will take your finest red.” He returned promptly with their order, and the captain took a swig, welcoming the familiar burn of hard liquor.

“So, how’s Nod-Krai treated you so far?” She asked.

Swirling the crimson waves in her glass, the Tianquan replied, “I must say, I’m impressed. Their technology is quite advanced, as is their youth. Yelan introduced me to a girl named Aino the other day, and I couldn’t believe what she’d crafted all on her own. A humanoid robot caretaker who was entirely capable of raising her as well as assisting her in inventing.”

Nodding along, Beidou leaned forward. “Yeah? That’s quite the feat. Reminds me of someone else who’s got a brilliant mind for building.”

Trying to hide her blush behind another sip of wine, Ningguang cleared her throat and continued. “I may have a knack for crafting business ventures and impressive structures, but honestly, the network of informants Yelan’s garnered over the short time she’s been here is nothing short of amazing. You know, the other day she invited me to accompany her to meet the owner of the Curatorium of Secrets…”

A slight buzzing made it hard for the captain to maintain focus on the other woman’s words. Whether it was the alcohol kicking in or her jealous streak flaring up, she couldn’t tell. Still, she let the Tianquan continue.

“Before we head back to Liyue, remind me to take you to this little place Yelan brought me to. The owner is quite the shady little thing, but she could prove to be a valuable asset down the road. You should have seen the look on Yelan’s face when she…”

Beidou’s tumbler hit the table with a bang, and Ningguang’s eyes shot open. “Sorry. Hand slipped,” she ground out. This was, in fact, a lie. If she heard that spy’s name one more fucking time, she was at a serious risk of losing her shit and making a scene in public. Thankfully, she wasn’t yet drunk enough to be that careless. The last thing either of them needed was for a little lovers’ quarrel to be blown out of proportion and plastered all over the front page of The Steambird. “You were saying?”

“My, you weren’t joking when you asked for something strong. The liquor is certainly doing its job. Oh, that reminds me of the other night when Yelan was telling me the story of the first time she took Shenhe out for a drink-”

They had to get out of here. Now.

“You know what?” The captain exclaimed. “I think it’s time we took the celebration back to where you’re staying for the evening, don’t you?” Her hand flew up to catch their server’s attention.

A look of genuine confusion washed over the Tianquan’s features. “But we’ve barely even finished our first round! Don’t tell me you’ve already hit your limit?”

“Oh, I’ve hit my limit, alright,” Beidou muttered.

———————-

Blessedly, Ningguang had chosen to lodge in the very same place. The Flagship was known not only for its bar, but for its affordable (and soundproof) rooms. 

“Beidou! Slow down. You don’t even know the room number! What is wrong with you?”

“That’s right, how silly of me! How about I run back to the bar and ask Yelan? I’m sure she knows!” She hissed back.

The Tianquan almost lost her footing as she dug in her pocket for the key. “Excuse me?”

“You’re gonna wanna get inside before we continue this conversation.” Marching past her, Ningguang stopped before one of the nicer-looking doors. The captain should have guessed. They hustled inside, and the blonde whirled around to face her.

“What are you insinuating?”

Shaking her head in mock surprise, the other woman retaliated, “I’m actually shocked she wasn’t in here waiting for you naked and spread-eagle on that bed that’s clearly too big for one person!”

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“Yelan this, Yelan that. Yelan, Yelan, Yelan!” The captain’s voice started to crack, and she hated herself for it. “Fuck Beidou! It’s only her birthday. Not like she’s not used to spending night after night alone. What’s one more? No big deal.”

The emotion that permeated her words broke through Ningguang’s rage and hit her straight in the heart. “Dearest, don’t be ridiculous! You know she and I have history, and not the kind you’re thinking. I helped her get through a very dark patch when she needed some light in her life. Now, we work together to ensure Liyue’s prosperity. We are business partners and friends, nothing more.”

“Is that all I am to you? A business partner? A friend? You can galivant around with her no problem, but if you and I spend too much time together, it’s a scandal? What am I, to you, Ning? What are we?”

Ningguang took a deep breath and weighed her words carefully. “Beidou. As an intelligence agent, Yelan takes on many identities. She can be anyone, to anybody. It’s the nature of her occupation. You are known far and wide as the fearsome warrior who killed Haishan. Your reputation precedes you, and it also makes you a valuable asset-”

Before she could angrily interrupt her word choice, the blonde put a gentle finger to her lips. “-but that is not all you are, just as Tianquan is just a title I hold. But with titles comes responsibility. There will be a time when you and I can walk hand in hand through Liyue Harbor, but we have work to do before that dream becomes a reality,” she said with a sad smile. “Please, love. I realize now I’ve been careless. It wasn’t right for me not to consider your feelings. Of course you’d be upset having traveled all the way here only to be greeted with the name of another woman over and over. And on your birthday, no less. Will you forgive me?”

Her sincerity was evident. Ningguang rarely apologized. Truth be told, it was usually Beidou who was at fault. She’d be the first to admit it. But life was short, and holding grudges wasn’t the captain’s style.

She moved in slowly. “That depends…” Her arms snaked around the other woman’s slim waist. 

The Tianquan looked up at her expectantly. “Hmm. You’re toying with a master negotiator, here. Name your price.”

Beidou’s head tilted ever closer. “You.”

“Then you, and only you, shall have me,” Ningguang murmured as her lips grazed hers. She felt the tension in her girlfriend’s body completely dissipate, and marveled at how one kiss could calm the storm of uncertainty in her captain’s heart. Their mouths moved against each other, quietly savoring a taste they had both gone far too long without.

The brunette’s tongue sought entrance, and the Tianquan obliged with no resistance. Ningguang moaned into her mouth when she felt the other woman’s broad hands twist in the hair at the nape of her neck to tilt her head back. When she finally pulled back to allow them to catch their breath, Beidou’s eyes shone glossy with desire.

“Need you. All of you. Now.” She panted. 

“Well? What are you waiting for? Take me,” Ningguang shot back. With a rumble in her chest, the captain surged forth and began to undress her. Even for as long as they were apart, Beidou’s muscle memory could not be shaken. Deft fingers easily undid bows and buttons. She only stopped to watch the expensive silk slither down her curves and land in a puddle at her feet.

Pushing her cape off her shoulders, the Tianquan returned her fervor until there was nothing left to separate them. Beidou tugged her into bed and coaxed her to get into position. “C’mere. Want you to ride my face.”

“Mmm, awfully demanding, aren’t you? I could suffocate you, you know,” she purred while carefully positioning her knees on either side of the other woman’s head.

“Better me than Yelan,” she muttered as she yanked her down by her hips. Ningguang let out a half-yell, half-groan as she felt the wet heat of Beidou’s tongue lap against her entrance.

“N-no need to be a cheeky bastard,” the Tianquan tried to say with a commanding voice. “Oh, Archons…”

The captain worked her sensitive bud, licking in measured circles. With perfect pressure, she hummed in delight at the familiar musky taste of her. She felt her try to bear down and only tightened her grip.

“Ah, ah. Not yet, princess. Who does this pussy belong to?” She growled. 

Ningguang hissed in frustration as she felt the ache between her thighs beg for release. Not yet ready to give her the satisfaction, she grit her teeth and said, “You already know the answer to that…”

“Do I? Because if I had to venture a guess, I’d probably say Yelan, considering how much you apparently love to say her name.”

Choking back a cry of annoyance, the Tianquan exclaimed, “Oh, for Archonssakes! You petty…” She reached down to try to rub her clit to ease the throbbing need, but Beidou snatched her wrist. 

“You don’t get to fucking come until I hear you fucking say it. Who. Owns. This. Pussy?”

“You!” She cried. “Beidou! Beidou, Beidou, Beidou!”

“That’s right…Keep fucking saying my name until it’s the only one you can remember,” the captain snarled as she devoured her. She felt the woman above her start to wobble on her knees and pressed into her harder, grabbing her ass to steady her. Her name echoed against the walls of the room as Ningguang nearly toppled over her from the force of her orgasm. 

Stabilizing the Tianquan, she looked up at her endearingly. Ningguang leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. She felt Beidou attempting to rise, but she was far from done with her. Nudging her shoulder, she guided her back down to the mattress.

“You don’t seriously think I’m done making it up to you, do you, love?”

Beidou stared back at her inquisitively. “Oh, ho! So, Ms. Pillow Princess suddenly wants to be in control?” Before she could taunt her any further, her girlfriend expertly parted her legs and pressed her core against the other woman’s clit.

“I think it’s only fair after all that’s happened today to not have you lift a finger,” she said as she slowly rotated her hips. They both shuddered at the feeling of their slick folds colliding. Ningguang kissed her again fiercely, her tongue demanding entrance to her mouth.

“Honestly. As if Yelan could ever satiate me the way you do. Whenever she’s not working, she’s napping. You, on the other hand, know how to put those gorgeous muscles of yours to good use…”

Beidou growled as she grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. “That spy…could never…handle you,” she panted in response.

“Only you, my captain…no one else…”

The Tianquan picked up her pace, her moans and her girlfriend’s gasps fueling her desire to make her see stars. Already sensitive from her first orgasm, she fought to keep control until the captain was ready to fall over the edge with her.

“Come with me, Ning,” Beidou commanded through gritted teeth, her fiery gaze never leaving the Tianquan’s. Heat shot through their bodies as they held onto each other for support. Their sensitive buds pulsed as they both came undone in each other’s arms. Unable to keep herself upright any longer, Ningguang rolled off of her and into the soft warmth of her lover’s side.

“‘Mm sorry,” the captain said in a voice barely above a whisper.

“Don’t be stupid. You have nothing to apologize for. If anything, I’m the one who should be asking for your forgiveness,” she replied as she caressed her girlfriend’s cheek. “But I do have to say, your possessive streak is very sexy.”

Pairing: Nami x Robin

Tags: Birthday, Vaginal Fingering, Surprise Party, Surprises, Restraints, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers

Summary:

Nami's devised a special guest for Robin's birthday. The trick is to keep her off the scent long enough for it to remain a surprise. The navigator recruits some help from the crew as she takes her girlfriend out on the town and away from the ship. But who will be waiting for them when they return?

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“Luffy, you’re insufferable, you know that?”

The pirate captain puffed out his rubbery cheeks in a pout reminiscent of a stubborn younger brother. “We can’t just turn around and stop our adventure, Nami! We need to keep going.”

“We can’t make even a tiny detour just for Robin?” The navigator asked.

His face drooped for a moment. “Why? Is she in trouble?”

“No! Not at all. It’s just, it’s her birthday and…”

“We can all celebrate on deck! There’s no time to drop anchor. The One Piece is calling, and we can’t ignore it!” He laughed before running off to find Usopp.

The crew’s navigator walked to the kitchen and slammed the door behind her. Sanji jolted up from his chopping when he sensed a woman in distress.

“Nami-swan! What’s the matter? Did that idiot marimo say something stupid?” He asked while bringing her a cold drink.

She glanced around to make sure her archeologist girlfriend hadn’t grown any ears in the walls or ceiling to eavesdrop. Gesturing for the cook to come closer, she whispered, “I wanted to surprise Robin for her birthday by going somewhere specific and maybe having a certain someone we now know is safe join us for a celebration.”

“Ah, I think I get the hint. You know…you could give said giant the coordinates of where we are. After all, given his previous job, I bet he’ll know exactly how to find us.”

A lightbulb went off in her head. “You’re right! Thank you, Sanji!”

Flashing her a wide grin, he responded, “Anything for the happiness of my favorite ladies.”

The navigator ran to her study and quickly jotted out her request as well as the coordinates of where the ship would be on February 6. Tying the scrap of parchment to the messenger coo securely, she watched it disappear into the vast blue sky and hoped for the best.

“And where have you been, my love?” 

Nami jumped at the unexpected sound of Robin’s sultry voice. “Ah! I was just…checking my maps! To make sure we were still on the right course! You know how impatient Luffy gets, haha…”

The archeologist cocked her eyebrow inquisitively. “My, aren’t you acting suspicious.”

“Suspicious? Me? Since when have I ever been suspicious when it came to the crew, let alone my own girlfriend? I’ve just been under pressure to make sure I don’t let our beloved captain down, is all.” She hated lying to her, but it wasn’t a complete falsehood. It was up to her to make sure they were headed in the right direction.

“…Very well, then. I’ll believe you…for now. Come with me. It’s time to get ready for dinner before we have another Luffy-sized problem,” Robin said with a smirk.

The other woman laughed and took her hand as they headed toward the enticing scent of another one of Sanji’s culinary masterpieces.

——————————————

Lost in thought, Nami didn’t notice her girlfriend stirring from her slumber as she held her close.

“Mmm, good morning, love,” she said while looking up at her through the haze of drowsiness.

“It’s a very good morning. Happy birthday, my beautiful flower,” the navigator replied before leaning in and kissing her forehead.

“Thank you,” she murmured while stretching. “So, what are our plans today?”

“To celebrate you, of course! If my calculations were correct, we should be-” Her comment was interrupted by the excited shout of their captain.

“Land! Land!”

Nami shook her head in resignation. “Guess my calculations were correct. Let’s get dressed so we can help with docking.”

Once they were ready for the day, they climbed onto the deck to watch as Jinbei steered the ship and Franky lowered the anchor.

“Look, Luffy! What’s that huge ship doing here?” Chopper called out.

“Giants?! There are giants here?! Let’s go!” The captain stretched to grab Usopp and Chopper before dashing toward the village.

“I don’t get the excitement. Not like we’ve never seen giants before,” Sanji commented.

Robin squinted, trying to make out any signs that might help them decipher friend from foe. “Wait…Are they flying an Elbaph flag?”

Nami tried to throw her off the scent. “What? No, you must be seeing things. Why don’t we check out the town and go shopping? Come on, my treat for the birthday girl!”

She nudged her girlfriend off the ship as she stealthily looked back to signal the remaining men.

“That’s our cue,” the cook noted, heading toward the kitchen while Jinbei and Franky got to work on decorating.

————————————

The navigator sat outside the dressing room, waiting for her girlfriend to try on the numerous outfits they had picked out together. Her heart pounded in her chest as she silently prayed she’d be able to keep her distracted long enough for everyone to play their respective parts for the big surprise.

Popping out to show off the tight blue dress she had on, Robin asked, “Well? What do you think?”

“Mmhmm, looks good! Anything you wear does.”

Immediately, she could tell Nami’s mind wasn’t where it should be, judging by her seemingly disinterested answer. “Just good?”

“Yes. I mean, no! I mean, you’re so beautiful, and the color really makes your eyes pop.”

“Now that’s more like it.” The archaeologist looked at her with concern. “Is everything alright? You seem sort of…far away.”

“No, no! I’m totally fine. I was just distracted by your beauty. As a matter of fact, why don’t I come in there with you and help you undress?” Nami said with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows. 

Playfully shoving her shoulder, Robin shot back, “You bad girl. Save that enthusiasm for later tonight.”

The navigator pouted playfully and crossed her arms. Her girlfriend approached and gently ran her thumb across her lower lip. “Just so you know, I can tell you’re so very obviously up to something.”

Flustered, Nami almost broke. Before she could defend herself, Robin had already turned to saunter back into the changing room. In an attempt to change the subject, the navigator called out, “Buy whatever you want. It’s on me!”

She continued to drag her into every store they came across until their arms grew heavy with bags and boxes.

Sprouting a few extra limbs to help, the archeologist gently chastised her. “You really don’t have to do all this, dear.”

“What, I can’t spoil my girlfriend on her birthday? But you’re not getting all this for free. There’s a tax, but I don’t charge Berries when it comes to you,” she said with a wink.

Robin laughed, “You know I always pay my taxes.”

As the sun began to set, the navigator deemed it time to head back to the ship. 

When they arrived, they were greeted by fairy lights twinkling above tables decked out in purple cloth.

“Happy Birthday!” The crew shouted.

The archeologist’s eyes glittered with tears when she saw one very special guest emerge from the trees on shore. 

“Derishishishi! Happy birthday, Robin. My, you seem to get more elegant every time I see you!”

She ran toward Saul as fast as her feet could carry her. Launching herself into his arms, he caught her with ease and was careful not to squeeze her too hard in a hug that felt like home. 

“You have quite the girlfriend. She planned all this. I’m so glad you not only found friends who will fight for your happiness, but also a special someone who sees you for who you really are. Not a devil child, but an intelligent, strong, and beautiful angel.”

Her smile lit up her face as she looked back toward Nami. “I never would have made it this far without you, Saul. You’re more than a friend. You’re family.”

“Okay, okay, less talking, more eating! Let’s celebrate, already!!” Luffy yelled.

The crew ate their weight in delicious food lovingly prepared by Sanji and drank flagon after flagon of booze shared from Zoro’s private stash. Robin spent most of the time catching up with Saul before he got roped into a drinking contest. After all, it wasn’t every day the first mate got a chance to test his tolerance against a giant.

Coming up behind her, Nami wrapped her arms around Robin’s waist and kissed her shoulder. “Happy Birthday, baby. I hope you’ll forgive me for keeping this from you all day.”

The archeologist responded with Saul’s signature laugh. “Of course. I couldn’t even have imagined this was what you were hiding. Thank you.”

As the night went on, the festivities slowly began to simmer down. Luffy and Chopper were in a cake coma, Zoro, Jinbe, Saul, and Franky were drowsy from the massive amount of alcohol they consumed, Usopp helped Sanji clean up, and Brooke played a quiet lullaby to help everyone prepare to turn in for the evening.

“Should I say goodnight to Saul?” 

“He’ll still be here in the morning. There’s no way he’ll leave before spending a bit more time with just the two of you.”

As the two women headed back to their cabin, Robin stated, “I found it odd that you declined to participate in the drinking game. I bet you could even give Saul a run for his money.”

“You flatter me,” she giggled. “Truth be told, I wanted to be sober for tonight. I did say you owed me a tax, didn’t I?” Nami turned toward her and pulled her close. “And this isn’t something I want to forget.” The navigator leaned in to kiss her slowly, the heady, flowery scent of her girlfriend’s perfume filling her senses.

“Mmm,” Robin hummed. “And here I was thinking I was going to be doing all the work.”

“It’s your birthday! I’m not a monster. It’s only fair you should come first.” The other woman teased as she slowly unzipped the archeologist’s jacket and continued their kiss.

Robin produced extra hands to undress her lover and shimmied out of her own skirt while Nami guided her to the bed. Falling to the mattress together, the navigator’s lips met her neck as her hands roamed her ample chest. Her girlfriend quietly moaned…unusual for someone who was normally quite loud during their escapades.

“Oh, come on now. I know you can do better than that.”

“Not tonight! I don’t want Saul to hear us.”

After giving it a quick thought, she agreed. “Fair. Can’t say I’d want be present for that conversation.” Nami pouted before nipping at her pale skin. “But I’ll be leaving marks here instead.” Biting down on her shoulder, her mouth traveled down her collarbone.

“Aghhh…Nami!”

“What happened to my quiet flower?” She taunted before teasing one nipple with her tongue. The archeologist groaned as she bit the back of her hand and her hips bucked into her lover’s.

The other woman slid her fingers between her thighs and cupped her pussy. “Is this where you want me?” She toyed with the slick folds, tracing soft lines against her sensitive skin. Robin jerked up into her touch as her girlfriend slowly circled her index finger around her clit.

“Gods, yes, Nami…I need you,” she panted.

Hearing the desperation in her quivering voice, the navigator smiled before sliding two digits inside her. There was a part of her that so badly wanted to make her lose her composure completely, but she decided it was best to have mercy on her, especially on her special day. 

She felt her lover’s legs tremble as they wrapped around her slim waist. Her stifled moans dangerously increased in volume with every stroke. Nami expertly flexed her fingers, moving at a steady pace that worked to build her up to the precipice of orgasm.

Leaning forward, she captured Robin’s lips once more. Better to muffle the sounds of her pleasure than embarrass her in front of someone so dear to her. The archeologist clung to her, her body shaking as her climax washed over her. Nami swallowed her final shout of release, thankful she had made the smart move to cover her mouth with her own. She jerked back when she felt her girlfriend bite her lower lip.

“Ow! What was that for?!”

“For being such a naughty girl. You know how hard it is for me not be loud when I’m with you.”

“Hmm…maybe instead of paying a tax you should punish me, then,” the navigator said with a devious grin.

“Now that sounds more like a birthday gift.” Robin pulled her into her lap and sprouted extra hands to keep Nami’s wrists confined. The other woman let out a squeal of surprise before sighing at the feeling of her lover’s real fingers massaging her breasts. The archeologist nuzzled the crook of her neck from behind.

“I know how skilled these hands are, so it’s best to keep them from wandering, don’t you agree?”

“All the better to steal your heart with,” the navigator whined in agreement.

“Cute, but not convincing enough for me to let you go,” she replied with a firm squeeze of her chest. Taking one nipple between her thumb and forefinger, she rolled and felt it harden at her touch. Nami squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to dull the aching want between them.

“Ah, ah, ah. Let’s keep those open for me,” Robin chastised as her other hand slithered down to her core while two other hands spread the other woman wide. Her digits traced through her slick, carefully ensuring she was properly lubricated.

“You’re so pretty when you’re helplessly at my mercy,” she murmured as she continued to toy with her. “Do you want my fingers, baby?”

“More than anything…” the other woman whined.

“Very good,” she praised as she slipped a couple of digits inside of her. Nami let out a gasp of relief as she felt herself pulse around her. Shifting her lower body, she slid her clit against the heel of the archeologist’s palm and felt her mind go blank to anything but the sensation.

Robin continued to whisper sweet words of encouragement intended to bring her right to the edge. “That’s a good girl. Chase after what you want. Move those hips like I know you can…” She knew what the simplest touch could do to her girlfriend, and she loved watching her crumble.

“Baby…please…more…” 

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” The other woman added pressure to her sensitive bud, and just as Nami was about to cry out, she covered her mouth with another devil fruit power-produced hand.

The navigator went limp against her, chest heaving with the force of her orgasm. Robin kissed her temple and embraced her tightly. “There’s truly no better gift than your trust. Was that too intense?”

“Are you kidding? We’ve faced everything from sea monsters to the world government. That was nothing,” she panted.

Laughing at her comparison, the archeologist said, “Well, aren’t you the tough one?”

Turning in her arms, Nami kissed her gently. “No one’s stronger than you, Robin. I only wish I could have celebrated every one of your birthdays together.”

Pairing: Nobara x Maki

Tags: Jealousy, Oral Sex, Face-Sitting, Scissoring

Summary:

Nobara and Maki’s date is cut short when a rogue curse begins terrorizing civilians. After Maki lands the killing blow and saves a strikingly beautiful bystander, Nobara can’t help but scowl at the way the woman’s eyes shamelessly undress her girlfriend. Oblivious as ever, Maki is left to figure out how she’ll escape the inevitable consequences.

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“We’re almost at the last location now,” Maki announced curtly into her earpiece. She and Nobara had been dispatched to protect civilians while their boss took care of a curse that had been wreaking havoc at the local shopping center. What was supposed to have been a relaxing day off had quickly devolved into an all-out brawl that put too many bystanders in harm’s way. 

“Maki, over there!” The other girl shouted, grabbing her attention. A woman about their age stood frozen in terror as a ghoulish enemy moaned and groaned before her. 

“Someone, anyone, please! Help me!” She screeched.

“Lady, duck!” Nobara shouted over her as she smacked a scattering of nails in the curse’s direction, expertly aiming to ensure she wouldn’t hurt the poor, shivering woman begging for assistance.

Their mutual enemy roared as the sharp objects pierced its flesh. Whipping around, it swiped at Nobara in its rage. “Oh, shit!” She swore, barely dodging the attack.

“Norb, move!” Maki yelled in warning. The other girl jumped as high as she could while her companion slid underneath her and slashed the curse’s tendons with her naginata. The monster groaned in agony as a fountain of black sludge spurted from its fresh wound. Slamming a round-house kick to its stomach, Maki rose her blade swiftly and chopped its head clean off with one swipe.

“Nice one, Maki!” Nobara cheered as she caught her breath. The other woman wiped her sweat-drenched forehead with the back of her sleeve.

“Piece of cake, baby,” she said with a cocky grin. Her glance shifted to the frightened stranger whose eyes were still wide in shock. Taking a knee, she reached forward tenderly.

“You alright? Any injuries?”

“N-no…w-what the h-hell was that thing?” She stuttered. Her teeth were chattering so badly that Maki could only surmise she must be freezing on top of being scared to death. It was the dead of winter, but after a fight like that, the adrenaline thrumming through her veins kept her warm.

Shrugging off her jacket, she draped it carefully around her shoulders. “There’ll be time for explanations later. Right now, we need to get you to a safe location. First, take some deep breaths with me. What’s your name?”

The woman finally looked her in the eyes and seemed to soften when her gaze met Maki’s. “Chihiro. Yours?”

Nobara watched the exchange from afar, not exactly loving the way her girlfriend was gently tending to this random woman she’d only just met. While she did feel bad that her first emotion wasn’t relief that no one had been harmed, she couldn’t help but sense a spark…even if said spark was clearly one-sided. When she had first admitted her feelings for Maki after graduation, she was dumbfounded when the older girl told her she had no idea. Part of her thought this was endearing, but another was amazed that her senior could be so dense.

Now that there was no immediate threat to distract her, she was able to see that the woman they had just rescued was quite pretty. Gorgeous, actually. The tenderness Maki was showing someone this attractive made her feel…uncomfortable.

“Thereeeee we go. Very good, Chihiro,” Maki cooed as she tucked a lock of hair behind the woman’s ear.

The way she said her name made Nobara want to gag. She cleared her throat loudly. Whipping her head around at the noise, Maki jolted back to attention.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Now that we’ve got you calmed down a bit, let’s get moving. Can you stand?”

“I might need some help…” she whimpered.

Oh, please. Laying it on a bit thick, now, aren’t we, Chihiro? Nobara rolled her eyes. 

“Sure, no problem. Here, take my arm,” Maki offered. Chihiro immediately clung to her like an overgrown octopus.

“No wonder you were able to beat that…that thing. Your arms are so…sturdy,” she mused.

So now you can speak normally. I see what’s going on here. Nobara sneered in her head.

“Uh…yeah. Thanks…I think? No big deal. Bara and I do it all the time. Right, baby?”

“We sure do, dear.” Attitude dripped from her affirmation. Clearly, terms of endearment meant nothing to the other woman, as it didn’t stop her from nuzzling in closer to the one who’d just saved her sorry ass.

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“So, tell me, Maki. Am I or am I not your girlfriend?”

The older woman had barely clicked the lock of the door shut before Nobara decided it was time to start something.

Maki took a deep breath. “Is this a trick question?”

“I think it’s a pretty simple one, actually,” Nobara shot back, arms crossed.

“I was under the impression that you were. Look, am I missing something here? I thought today went pretty great. Well…with the exception of a curse interrupting our day off, but that’s kinda par for the course for us,” she shrugged.

“Really? Because I thought you’d much rather have gone home with Chihiro. I’m actually surprised she didn’t drag you back to her place and keep you there as a pet.”

Maki had no idea how to respond to that.

Nobara threw her hands up. “I don’t hear you denying it!”

“Bara…” The other woman reached forward, trying to bring her closer. Instead, Nobara pulled back in anger.

“Don’t you 'Bara' me! I saw the way you ‘calmed her down.’ I’ve seen you do less intimate things in bed with me!”

This was starting to get ridiculous.

Raising her voice, Maki snapped back, “Oh, get your head out of your ass! What was I supposed to do? Leave her there to come to terms with what just happened by herself? You have to remember, Nobara, not everyone knows curses like we do. How would you have felt if you were powerless and had just been attacked by a gigantic, disgusting creature like that?”

“Don’t you dare yell at me! If anyone deserves to be upset here, it certainly isn’t you. You know what? Fuck it. You can picture her instead of the blanket while you’re sleeping on the couch by yourself tonight.” Swirling on her heel, she marched out of the living room. Before she could reply, the other woman was silenced by the deafening slam of their bedroom door.

Maki was steaming, but she knew keeping a level head was what was going to get her out of this mess. She closed her eyes and thought through her options. If she decided to press the issue, there was no doubt this would drag out for at least a week. The couch was hell on her back. That was not going to work. When Nobara was like this, there was no talking sense into her. She’d be fighting a losing battle. 

And, now that she thought about it, perhaps she had acted a little too friendly. Offering her jacket had been the right thing to do, but perhaps the hair-behind-the-ear thing was overkill. This left her with option two: Grovel the best way she knew how.

She slowly made her way to where her girlfriend had shut herself away. “Baby?”

“I don’t wanna hear another word out of you.” Fuck. She could tell by the sound of her voice that she’d been crying. 

“Please let me in. I’m not here to fight. It’s been a long day.”

The soft thud of the pillow hitting the door made Maki flinch. “Then you’d better start your long trek back to the couch!”

“I’m coming in.”

“Like hell you are!”

To no one’s shock, Nobara hadn’t locked the door. She wanted her to come crawling back, and here she was, doing just that.

“I’m sorry, love. Really, I am,” she said quietly. Edging toward the bed, she approached with caution. Her girlfriend crossed her arms and turned away.

“Come on, don’t be like this. How can I make it up to you?” She asked, inching ever closer. Moving the collar of her shirt to expose the nape of her neck, she pressed her lips gently against the sensitive skin.

Stubborn as she may be, Nobara couldn’t help but let out a quiet hum. The other woman smirked. “Sorry, what was that?” Resuming her kisses, she moved in a steady line down to her shoulder as she tugged her shirt over to expose more of her flesh.

Nobara huffed, trying not to give her the satisfaction. Damn the effect this woman had on her. It was almost impossible to stay mad when she was so, so good at apologizing.

Her arms snaked around her girlfriend’s chest, hands carefully caressing her breasts through the fabric of her blouse as she nipped at her shoulder.

“Maki!” She half-yelled in an attempt to disguise her moan.

The other woman froze, uncertain if her raised voice was because she wanted her to stop or keep going.

She could hear the frustrated pout in her voice. “You’re insufferable, you know that?” 

“Does that mean I’m forgiven?”

“Oh, no, you don’t. You’re gonna have to show me how sorry you truly are. Undress and lie on the bed,” she commanded. She did as she was told and caught the rustling of her girlfriend’s clothes falling to the floor.

Nobara carefully crawled toward her, placing her knees on the opposite sides of her head. “Be obedient for once and stick out your tongue.”

It was definitely going to be easier for her to play along than to fight the order. Careful to balance her weight safely, her girlfriend lowered her core against her face. Swaying her hips back and forth, she angled herself in the position she liked best.

It wasn’t in Maki’s nature to let her take total control. Her tongue darted inside her as she grabbed her waist to move her faster. Nobara swatted her hands away and hovered over her. “I’m sorry…Who said you could touch me? If you’re so thirsty, you’re going to have to wait patiently for it. Got it?”

Her girlfriend nodded in agreement, and she descended back to her seat. Nobara’s arousal coated her lover’s tongue and face as her inner walls quivered at the feeling of soft, wet heat. Grabbing a handful of Maki’s hair, she used it as leverage to press her into herself harder. “Need more…now…”

Finally, she was able to take some control. This was her element. Focusing on her sensitive bud, she circled the nerve at just the right pressure and speed. She knew her body and preferences, and this was her chance to apologize without words.

“Yesssss…like that,” Nobara panted.

With the way her thighs were squeezing Maki’s head, she knew she wasn’t going to last long. Working the tip of her tongue against her clit, she wrapped her lips around it and sucked in calculated pulses.

Nobara shuttered and groaned as she drenched her lover’s face with her juices, gripping the headboard of their bed to ensure she didn’t completely lose balance and bring the night to an early end.

Continuing to lap at her slick, she teased her now sensitive bud. There was no better sound than the way she whined when she was overstimulated.

“I-I suppose that was worthy of forgiveness.” The initial shakiness of Nobara’s voice post-orgasm made Maki grin victoriously. “Now, all that’s left is to remind you why I’m your girlfriend.”

“How very merciful of you.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t call it merciful. I plan to make you beg for it.”

Her mouth dropped into a frown. “Damn. Making you come like that wasn’t enough to convey ‘sorry’?”

“I just want to give you a hard time, that’s all.”

“Brat,” Maki muttered under her breath.

“Sorry? Didn’t quite catch that,” the other woman taunted before slinging her leg over her hip.

Her girlfriend rested her hand on Nobara’s waist. “I said I’m at your mercy.”

“Hmm. Certainly didn’t sound like that.” She maneuvered her other leg beneath Maki’s, her core barely grazing hers. Hearing a sharp intake of breath, she looked up from her position and smiled deviously. “Wanna tell me the truth?”

Maki swallowed hard. “I called you a brat.” Nobara twitched forward, causing the other woman to hiss at the sweet but fleeting feeling.

“That so?” She rolled her hips in a smooth, circular motion and felt the slick swell of her bud against her girlfriend’s. “You haven’t seen half of me being bratty yet.”

“I bet,” Maki choked out as she tried to hurry her movements. The other woman halted.

“I could just get up off of you right now and go to sleep. That would be bratty.”

“Fuck…baby…please…don’t do that…”

With utter glee in her voice, Nobara resumed her rocking. “That’s more like it. Let me hear you beg some more.”

“Please…just like that…feels so perfect…” she whimpered as her fingers dug into the skin of her hips.

“Good girl…keep going. Lemme hear it,” her girlfriend coaxed with ragged breaths. 

“Nobara…god…I’m right there…please let me come…”

“Why should I?”

On the verge of tears, Maki murmured, “Because you’re beautiful…so fucking gorgeous…no one compares…”

Her girlfriend decided this was more than sufficient punishment. Pressing into her, she increased the force of her strokes until the other woman yelled out her name in ecstasy. Nobara grit her teeth as she rode out her simultaneous orgasm, shuddering as pleasure ripped through her body.

Pairing: Vi x Caitlyn

Tags: Birthday, Birthday Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Praise

Summary:

Thinking she's late for patrol, Vi wakes up in a worried blur. Caitlyn has to remind her she has the day off specifically to celebrate her birthday. Although it's never been a big deal to Vi, her girlfriend is about to change that.

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Vi~

She barely registered the voice. Figured it must be a dream.

Vi

Warmth radiated against the skin of her bare shoulder, a sweet voice calling her name.

Wake up, Vi!

Her eyes opened slowly, a wet spot of drool coating her cheek and the pillow.

“Wha-?” She asked groggily, not entirely sure the blurry form before her was even real.

“Love…did you forget something?” Caitlyn’s face was dangerously close for this early in the morning. It was still early…right?

“Oh, shit!” She launched herself out of bed, head swiveling as she searched the room for her uniform.

“Hey, hey, hey! What is wrong with you?”

Jumping into her pants and nearly falling on her ass when her leg got caught in the wrong hole, she frantically replied, “I’m late for patrol! Damnit, I told myself I wasn’t gonna make you look bad…”

“Vi, calm down, darling! You’re off! I made you take a vacation day. It’s your birthday.”

The two women stared at each other for a moment before it finally registered to Vi’s sleep-addled brain. “Oh.”

“What do you mean, ‘oh’? How do you forget your own birthday?”

She walked back over to the bed, her slacks now forgotten on the floor. “Dunno. Just never really been a big deal for me, I guess.”

Caitlyn hoped her face didn’t betray how sad she was hearing this. If there was anyone in Piltover who deserved to be celebrated, it was her girlfriend. They’d both been working insane hours, but it was to be expected of someone of Caitlyn’s station. Vi believed she always had something to prove, so she volunteered for the more undesirable shifts. It had been like pulling teeth to get her to agree to a single day away from the rest of the world with her.

She reached out and gently took Vi’s hand, pulling her back to the warm embrace of the sheets they shared. “Well. It’s a big deal to me.” Taking her face between her palms, Caitlyn made her look her in the eyes. “Look, I know you’re not the sort who wants to be the center of attention. That’s why I took the day, too. Just you, me, and whatever you want to do.”

Her girlfriend smiled, exhaustion evident in her resigned expression. “Okay, cupcake. Okay. If it’ll make you feel better, we will do something to mark the occasion of my birth.”

Caitlyn narrowed her gaze. “Violet…are you being smart with me?”

Leaning in, her lips were close enough to almost graze the other woman’s. “And if I am? Whatcha gonna do about it, baby?”

She cocked an eyebrow. “Well, I was going to suggest we stay in bed all day. Maybe order in if we work up a good enough appetite.”

“Now that’s what I call a birthday present.” Letting slip a feral grin, she continued, “But why order in when you’ve already brought me breakfast in bed?”

At first, Caitlyn didn’t fully register her meaning. It wasn’t until she found herself pinned underneath her girlfriend that she moaned at the insinuation. Vi stripped her out of her nightgown, very much treating her like she was covered in gift wrap. Kissing down her toned body, she made sure to spend ample time warming her up.

Hands roamed and fingers teased as the other woman slowly descended between her legs. Nudging her open wider with her broad shoulders, she groaned when Caitlyn wove her digits through her hair. Vi placed kisses up her inner thigh, careful not to nip at the tender flesh too hard. The last thing she wanted to do was cause pain when she had to stand for hours on end at work.

“Vi…” she sighed, both in pleasure and anticipation of what she knew her next move would be.

Smirking up at her, she teased, “I mean, would it really be my birthday if I didn’t get to taste my cupcake?” She licked a steady stripe across her opening, the flat of her tongue hitting every nerve possible.

“I’d roll my eyes at how corny that was if it didn’t feel so fucking good…” she choked out.

The reverberation of her chuckle hit Caitlyn’s clit and made her squeeze her legs around her tighter. Vi gripped her girlfriend’s hips, holding her steady as she explored her with her tongue. She tasted divine and as sweet as ever. It still amazed her how the nickname she had so lovingly given her when they first met had ended up being so perfect.

Alternating between kisses and licks, she stopped to suck on her sensitive bud and reveled in Caitlyn’s reaction. Try as she might to support herself on her elbows so she could watch her girlfriend’s masterful work, she fell back into the numerous pillows that littered the bed.

Drunk on the knowledge that she was the only one who could make her feel this way, Vi put everything she had into building her up. She sensed the coil within the other woman growing tighter and tighter, and increased the pressure and pace of her licks.

Caitlyn clawed at her girlfriend’s scalp, desperate for release. “Vi…so close…please…” Growling in affirmation, she gave one final pulsating suck that sent her reeling over the edge. 

Peppering kisses back up her body, Vi stopped to rest her chin on her girlfriend’s stomach. She looked up at her, watching her breathing slow as she waited for her command.

“Straddle my hips,” Caitlyn ordered with a purr. The other woman quirked an eyebrow in curiosity, but did as she was told.

“Good girl. You’re always so obedient for me,” she said with a soft grin. Caitlyn ran her hands up and down her girlfriend’s sides, bringing them to her breasts before moving them away.

“Aw, c’mon, you’re really gonna tease the birthday girl?” Vi panted in disappointment. 

Her lover chuckled. “Oh, so now you want to play the birthday card.”

Sitting up, Caitlyn leaned into her chest. She slowly dragged her tongue across one of her nipples, licking in torturous circles before grazing her teeth against the puckered flesh.

“Cait,” Vi whimpered, lost in the feeling.

Her girlfriend continued her ministrations as she slid her hand between her thighs. She gently probed her opening, two fingers seeking the wet heat between her folds. Collecting her arousal to smooth her entry, she eased her digits into her.

Vi gasped at the new, full sensation. Her hips bucked forward in an attempt to draw her deeper. Caitlyn began to pump in and out of her, allowing her to set the pace with her own movements.

“That’s it, baby…right there,” Vi grunted as she felt her abdominal muscles tighten. She shifted ever so slightly so the heel of Caitlyn’s hand ground into her clit as she rocked against her.

“My, my. So greedy. Want it that bad, hmm?” The other woman taunted as she met her every thrust. Vi tensed around her fingers, and Caitlyn knew she only needed one more nudge to send her careening over the edge. She bit down on her nipple with just enough force to make her come and felt her shiver as Vi let out a guttural moan.

Caitlyn held her close as her girlfriend slumped against her. Rubbing calming circles on her back, she murmured, “Aren’t you glad I made you stay home today?”