Rocket

your mission was quick and simple, investigate the surroundings of said building in search of clues, elemental traces or any minuscule detail that could explain the crashing sounds and ground quaking.

the wind rustled the pages of your notebook ‘nothing so far’ you wrote down with a messy calligraphy due to the lack of surfaces to use as support. eyes scanning around the empty space where guards were supposed to be, the ground seemed fine, pillars in order and walls without a crack, purposely ignoring the eerie feeling coming out of those large doors.

your options where laid on the table, go back to Liyue and claim your rewards from Katherine —which you always gifted the traveler except for the mora, unsure of what those books and minerals where for, but the blonde always seemed excited to acquire some more— or, you simply had to take a glance around in case someone was watching, put your hands on the sturdy wood door and open it.

“so easy” you chuckled under your breath, shoes clacking against the stone floor inside such an immense building as you simply took a couple steps inside. much to your surprise, the room was empty, but it got harder to breathe with each passing second, an electric yet humid feeling enveloped the space including yourself in it, chest heavy from the lack of clean oxygen.

sparks of electro dancing in your vision, coming from all corners in an echo that most likely was created by your mind, —you thought— although the standing hair on your nape proved otherwise, an obvious sign of incoming danger.

sucking in your breath through your teeth, you dared yourself not to move more than to gaze over your shoulder, stomach dropping at the sight of dark shadow lurking behind you.

“what do we have here?” oh, you were fucked.

a deep voice came from the shadows, —rumbling in the space louder than the sound of your heart hammering against your chest— and its words were laced with smugness, as if it was waiting for your arrival.

“The Tsaritsa has sent me another comrade to spare...” the voice continued, now filled with excitement —and something else you couldn’t quite figure out— approaching your form in a swift fluid motion which, to your horror, realized weren’t steps, but the creature levitated towards you.

not even willing to look around, you leaped forward in an attempt to escape whatever the creature had prepared for you.

yet he or it? only tutted watching you try to run, cruelly mocking “where do you think you’re going, pretty thing?” a yelp escaping your trembling lips at the sudden force dragging you down from your calves, fire and pain creeping up your body from where sharp claws dig on your skin.

“ack!, please—” you start to beg, throat dry while fear consumes your whole body, unable to let you scream out for help, even though you were most certain no one could hear you from the outside.

a chuckle resonating through the room breaks in your line of thought, “but why? we’re going to have some fun” he mutters before turning you around on the floor, so fucking easily you can’t help but gasp in surprise at the movement and coldness of the ground, yet it did not matter since you had such an imposing figure pinning you to the ground.

he was at least two times your size, thick thighs pressing on your body, one dangerously close to your core through your skirt, while the other held himself up in a kneeling position, broad shoulders and equally bulged arms covered by some kind of armor, caging you in as you shook in both fear and curiosity of what his next move would be.

he stays quiet for a while, observing before whispering, “you’re so cute” with a grin on his words while bending over you, with just a large red mask separating you both.

a shiver runs down your spine at the sight of an unnaturally large tongue sliding from beneath said mask, tip playfully tracing your jaw and column of your neck.

“don’t be afraid” he mutters again, now pressing his thigh against your clothed, and slightly wetting pussy, while one of his clawed hands comes to your belly scarily slowly before catching the fabric with the sharp nail and ripping it to shreds, leaving red marks on its wake and your lower body exposed to him, “what a pretty pliant thing...”

the warmth that spread through your core rushed to your face when one of his claws traced your covered folds, the wetness now obvious through the flimsy cloth of your panties, “seems like you’re enjoying this” he chuckled and you whined, unable to make a move and attempt to flee. the soft sounds coming from your lips quickly turned into a yelp as he so effortlessly lifted your hips in the air, face in front of your pussy, nails digging into the skin of your thighs while repeating the same movement from before and ripping your panties apart in a swift motion, “ngh... w-wait—”

“Tartaglia” he grunts, breathing heavily, “remember the name you'll be screaming all day”

almost as in sync with all coherent thoughts leaving your brain, he dips the tip of his tongue inside your throbbing heat, alternating between plunging into your hole to lick fat strips across your folds and clit, an occasional sharp teeth caressing your sensitive skin for your thighs to shake in pleasure.

you knew it was wrong, you knew you had to stop this sooner or later, but with each passing second, each inch of tongue stretching your quivering pussy sent you further into an abyss. your back ached from the uncomfortable position as only your hips remained in the air, deciding to dig your nails into what it felt like his scalp, grinding your hips up into that inhumanly large mouth of his. it felt so good, so damn good you wanted to scream.

a loud grunt from Tartaglia tore a whine from you, walls eagerly fluttering in signals of an incoming orgasm that got quickly ruined due to his tongue pulling out of you in a lewd slurping sound, the lower part of his mask drenched in slick as he knelt up once again, placing your body on the floor with a grateful sigh.

“if you’re going to cum...”his voice came out deeper somehow, mixing with the sound of clicking ornaments falling on the floor as he undid his bottoms, groaning in delight when his cock sprung free. “you'll do it around my cock”

a soft “fuck” is all you can whine, terrified and utterly turned on from the size of that cock, already dripping creamy precum, “look how deep I’ll be inside you” his voice tore you out of your lewd thoughts, placing his length on top of your belly, the tip wetness smearing all over your bellybutton and dripping low to reach your navel.

“i-it won’t fit” you swallowed.

“don't worry” Tartaglia chuckles, once again, guiding the tip of his cock to rub against your clit in a soft, teasing manner, covering the tiny bundle with precum, “i’ll train this pretty pussy until you can take it all” his teasing stopping at the same time as his monologue, brain focusing solely in you while now pushing the engorged cock head inside your too tiny cunt, groaning at the slight resistance your body showed.

“T-tartaglia, it’s too much—” you squeal with tears prickling on your eyes, the thin line between pleasure in pain getting blurry behind your eyelids.

he groans, squeezing your thighs with those claws, “relax...”, cock throbbing from hearing you say his name out loud, “it’ll feel better soon” and you didn’t have much choice than to take what he gave you, all sounds dying in your mouth as he plunged his tongue down your throat, holding onto the back of your head to push your mouth open as he devoured you in an attempt to make you ignore the pain.

for a brief moment you wondered if there were going to be marks left where your nails dug on his forearms, begging for the pain to subside yet your legs spread open wider for him.

“ nghah... what a good girl” he says and you sigh shakily, feeling the hair of your nape held by a claw to bring your head down so your jaw pressed against your clavicles, forcing you to observe the struggle of your pussy to take half his full size, a moan bubbling in your throat at such lewd display.

“you’re taking me so well for a first time” it’s so odd how his slightly mocking tone got you gushing slick.

and so his thrusts begin, long and slow strokes filling your cunt, feeling incredibly full with the enormous size of his cock and girth rubbing against all your spots.

—for a monster, he did have compassion— you thought, eyes closed shut as a thin line of drool slipped past your parted lips, babbles of his name between choked sobs could be heard as you tried to breathe.

you could have been embarrassed with how easily you wanted to cum, a previously ruined orgasm and the thick throbbing veins caressing each spot of your insides got you on the edge “cum, pretty girl” he was so aware, the feeling of your tight walls clenching impossibly tighter around his cock was almost unbearable, the white heat in his lower belly about to snap, so he reached your clit with pointed finger, rubbing in circular motions with your mixed juices.

“haaah... nghh..., Tartaglia!” you shudder and wail, prettily having your eyes roll back while creaming all over his length, letting out a tiny whine of protest merely seconds after you finished cumming as he pulled out, rubbing and smacking the tip of his cock against your clit for thick ropes of cum to coat your abused pussy.

“i’ll be waiting for our weekly encounter” his voice is muffled against your cheek, letting you go with a soft tap on your ass. and you thanked Celestia it got late into the night so no one could watch you drag yourself home with shredded clothes and dripping cum.