Are you deaf or just stupid?

You swallow audibly, cracking your eyes open just enough for your gaze to drift from his bare chest to his high-waisted pants. They're so tight that you can see the prominent bulge begging to be freed, and you steel yourself. With a slow, steady breath to calm your nerves, you reach for the two golden buttons at his right. Your fingers tremble, and it takes you at least three tries to finally work them open, made no easier by Lohen propping himself up onto his elbows to bite and lick at your ear.

“Other side now," Lohen blows softly against your flushed ear, making you shudder at the extra icy air. It seems he also wants to use his vision today. You give yourself a firm nod of encouragement. They’re just buttons, you can manage that much, can’t you? You bite your lip to stiffen your own whimpers as Lohen trails his mouth down to your neck. One lick of tongue over your throat and he latches on to nibble at the sensitive area.

“V-Vice-Captain, I can’t see properly,” you moan softly, your head tilted back to make room for Lohen. You try your best not to move; he’s in a sensitive spot, and the last thing you need is to see Barbara with your larynx between Lohen's teeth. Lohen doesn’t seem to hear you, or more likely, he’s chosen to ignore you. He continues to lap at the little beads of blood that pool from the broken indents in your skin. Only when his lips are painted red does he pull back to bat your hands away, one smooth motion, and the last two buttons are undone.

He licks his lips, a peek of pink tongue stained, as he wiggles his pants far enough that his cock and spring up. You mentally shudder at the thought that Lohen forgoes underwear, no matter how many complain; it would make things a lot less awkward out in the field. Still, you glance down briefly before looking off to the very interesting wall, it is a pretty cock. A pretty light pink head and smooth pale skin, just as slim as Lohen.

One that Lohen is now asking you to sear your fingerprints onto.

You offer a silent, fleeting apology to the Pyro Archon for how you’re about to use your Vision.

"Well? If you keep dragging your feet, I'm going to get bored." Lohen even lets out a yawn, settling back flat on the surface with a slight tilt of his head. That smug smirk plays on his lips as he nods towards you, silently urging you to keep up.

“I’ll… try my best. But please promise me you’ll say something if it gets too much,” you plead, your hands hovering uncertainly in the air before settling on his hips as you readjust yourself more comfortably on his thighs.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll-” Lohen cuts himself off when he catches sight of your expression. He may be your superior and spend most of his free time teasing you, but he knows you genuinely care about him, and that his safety is non-negotiable to you. A flicker of fondness crosses his eyes. Something tightens in his chest, and his voice softens, “Okay. I promise.”

You take a deep breath, letting pyro energy swirl and condense into the tips of your fingers. You shoot Lohen a final look, one he returns amused, as you lean over and trail your fingers down the sides of his cock. It isn't hot enough to feel any different than if you had buried your hands in your pockets on a summer's day, but there are steps to these things. His cock twitches at the contact, bobbing back and forth, as you wrap your hand around him. It's dry and surely can't feel comfortable, but the pleased sigh that escapes Lohen tells you everything you need to know. You slowly turn up the heat, your palm turning from light pink to a deeper magenta, and Lohen makes a small noise at the temperature change. A small bead of pre-come bubbles at his tip, and you twist your hand to rub at his slit with your thumb. You try to pace yourself, alternating between keeping your fingers still to let the heat build before adjusting. One moment you're using your index finger to nudge at his tip, the next you have your palm cupping his balls, then stroking up and down until you see faint red marks imprinted onto his skin.

"More..I want more..!" Lohen gasps, throwing an arm over his eyes, yet high enough that he can still see what you're doing without you being able to watch him. It's unfair how shy he gets when he's asking you for the world. Though, given the fact that you keep landing here time and time again says more about you than him. You briefly let go, apologizing softly at Lohen's whine, to spit into your hand. Your eyes narrow at the small sizzle sound. That's not gonna work.

"Sorry, please bear with this for now," you lean over to press a kiss to the back of Lohen's arm, shuffling farther until your face is right next to his cock. You surprise him by starting at his balls, rolling them a bit as you alternate between pressing open-mouthed kisses and kitten licks. With a steadying breath, you open your mouth wider and lick a long stripe from the bottom all the way to the tip of his cock. Swirling your tongue around the head, you keep your mouth there as strings of spit trail from your tongue and glide down in rivulets. You don't miss how tense Lohen's stomach is, how his thighs tremble to keep still, or how his cock almost seems to pulse against your tongue. Only when Lohen bucks his hips do you swallow him whole until your nose touches his navel with a low hum.

Lohen isn't small, but he's definitely not hitting the back of your throat big. He's just the perfect size to comfortably cock-warm him for hours and still have room for your tongue to suck. A small tinge of arousal shoots to your stomach, a small groan that vibrates your stuffed mouth. You turn your head just slightly, letting his cock push against the soft part of your cheek so you can lap along the side and rest your forehead more comfortably. Lohen's hands settle on top of your head, gently threading through your hair before petting you as you feel yourself doze.

"That's a good puppy, happy now? You were making such a fuss earlier," Lohen's head lolls to the side. From this angle, he has to gaze down at you with half-closed eyes, a crooked smile that sends butterflies fluttering. You let yourself smile internally, moving your hands up his waist as your pyro vision sparks to life at your waist.

"Ah..!! Wha-" Lohen grits his teeth, jerking involuntarily, which only seems to fuel you more as you pin his hips to the ground. Your nails dig into his skin as you suck harder, and your tongue flattens. You know it must hurt, it must hurt a lot, as your mouth grows from hot to scorching. With your lips sealed tight, there's no room for air to escape as it builds and builds, until even your spit sears the corner of your lips. Lohen hisses and scratches like a cat, his legs wrap around your waist, and squeeze together. You chance a look up to see red-blue pupils dark and blown wide, chest rising and falling quickly, bottom lip bitten raw with his fangs, and little bits of his bangs clinging to his damp forehead. Tiny beads of sweat roll down his neck, soaking into the sheets beneath him, as he throws his head back with a pained groan.

"F-Fuck, fuck- off, off!" Lohen spasms, his hands tugging at your hair until strands come loose and you obediently loosen your hold and let yourself be yanked off. A small plume of steam puffs up as soon as your lips pop off. The underside of his cock, where your tongue had been, is scarily redder with a line separating the two skin tones. It's kind of cute, and while Lohen is still catching his breath, you can't stop your hand from reaching out. You dig your nail into his slit, the keratin hotter than anything before, and that's all it takes to throw Lohen off the edge. His body seizes up, his back arching dangerously, as he cums harder than he ever has. So much so that some of his cum splatters against your cheek, a noise of surprise escaping you. His body slumps, like a puppet with its strings cut, eyes hazy and glazed over.

The cooldown doesn't last long, not when you're suddenly slapped back into the reality of what you just did, "Sorry, did that hurt?! I've never done this-...I'm sorry!"

As soon as he catches his breath, he's going to make you cry the next time you apologize.

- 🐑

I think we're getting a new character (Cornerstone?) who might have really good synergy with J. But since you like Wrio and Lighter, I definitely think you'll end up adoring J even more, since he also has that "parental" role.

I saw snippets of Wulfgard, and I was very close to installing the game just for him (it's the same reason I'm still playing NTE because Chaos just released). But can I just take a moment to say how much I love the coloring on Arknights' 2D sprites? There are so many beautiful shades of light. I also have to say that Wulfgard reminds me of a younger, more anime version of Clive from Final Fantasy lol. I think it's just because they both have short black hair and wear red on their upper half.

Rossi's design reminds me of SinoAlice (fairy tale gacha) that I never really ended up getting into, the one that also had a Red Riding Hood-inspired character (their designs are actually somewhat similar). I do like Rossi's little coat clasps/lashers, though, and I wish more characters had their outfits become a part of their attack/weapons. I also want to say that her final basic attack reminds me of Taokaka from BlazBlue (can you feel the breadcrumbs I'm throwing with all my might, hoping to bait someone?).

I think female Endmin is super cute. I love how squishy her cheeks look, and her haircut makes her seem rounder compared to the male version. It awakens my maternal instincts, haha. The cutscene where Camille holds Endmin's hand, they start to pull away, and he pulls them right back, might be my Roman Empire. For how recognizable Alex Le's voice is becoming, I somehow didn't pick up on it until you mentioned it. Now I can't unhear it.

I am... I'm actually not even sure how far behind I am in ZZZ's main story, but I know for a fact it's before the chapter where every faction bands together and Miyabi slices the Hollow in half. I am very far behind, haha. I might be even further behind in Star Rail. I think I'm technically still in the Xianzhou storyline because I haven't gotten to Fei Xiao's story yet. Moze mention, though! I keep hoping HoYo remembers that 4-stars exist so we can get more of them... but I totally relate to not being able to find any content for your favourite character outside of one ship (literally every manhwa I've ever read).

ZZZ and I have this ongoing relationship where I'm on the verge of quitting, and then they decide to dig into their treasure trove and pull out Pandora's box. First it was Lighter, then it was Harumasa (I adore Harumasa), and now it's Starlight Billy. My friend showed me a GIF of that one scene from his trailer, and I was fully convinced it was fan-made. But then I watched the official PV. ZZZ!!! How scandalous! I would do horrible things to Billy; I am a ride he wouldn't survive.

I'm glad they didn't change his personality since that's a huge part of his appeal, but I have... mixed feelings about the red scarf. Be aware that I haven't played the story quest yet, so maybe they explain it there, but I don't really like that it's on the current version of Billy. It's a nice callback, and I have wanted to see Billy wearing the red scarf, but I always thought it was more meaningful that he passed it on to Lighter. So seeing it here, with Billy post–Sons of Calydon, feels... a bit disingenuous to me. Of course, this could be explained further in the story as a way of blending who he used to be with who he is now, and I'd be fine with that. Even so, I still don't really like it from a narrative perspective.

What I will say is that I'm loving the motorcycle. I wish we could use it in the overworld and drive around the map like we can in the Hollow. Plus the fluff on his jacket, the dual pistols (it reminded me of DMC Dante with ebony and ivory), and oddly enough, I like the metal plating on his shins. His playstyle isn't my favourite, but I like his sacrifice health = bigger damage because I always pick those resonium. I'm just happy to have more Billy content, and I love how he and Cissia interact. I really hope we get more Billy and Sons of Calydon/Lighter interactions, too. Holding out for a hero on that one.

As for the story, I haven't played through it yet, but there's this one cutscene that lives rent-free in my mind. It's so cute. I love how squishy Belle's cheeks are and how they poke at the little Bangboo. And the outfits?? I've always been a fan of more casual fashion, and I love, love the new outfits, especially Wise's. I'd definitely wear his outfit if I had the pieces. Plus Pyrois?? The way they hold Belle in their arms?? Ah, don't we all love an MC who can beat the brakes off their enemies?

Semi-spoilers for most recent HSR quests and Mortenax Blade

So. Mortenax Blade. I know a lot of people have been joking about Hoyo's obsession with "self-cest," and I mean, I get where the joke comes from with how, uh... physical everyone seems to be with themselves. But aside from that, I'm such a fan of parental and platonic relationships, and getting to see Blade's development as he balances what could be considered his two "families" was nice.

I never really cared that much about Silver Wolf, but seeing her interactions with Blade was so sweet. Since I haven't played the quest, I don't know how accurate this is, but I really like the idea that, while Dan Heng has been a major driving force in Blade's narrative, I hope that the Stellerion Hunters were the reason for his transformation, since I'm pretty sure this new form stays with them.

Personally, and I need to stress that this isn't always the case, I feel like these kinds of relationships (Dan Heng and Blade's) tend to get whittled down into really shallow motivations. Nothing progresses without the other person being involved. That's especially true for Blade, since Dan Heng has actually grown a lot throughout the story without him, and I... kind of think that's lame. I have no problem with Character A being the catalyst for Character B's journey, but I'd also like to see the friends they made along the way (haha). So I really hope Blade's story is more than just Dan Heng. Basically, I hope it was Silver Wolf who kick-started his transformation rather than Dan Heng, and that Blade learns to move beyond his revenge and embrace being a fucking father.

What I'm most excited about, however, is the Fate collab, Part 2. Gilgamesh, my arrogant king. I audibly gasped when I saw the leaks. During the first collab, I was slightly disappointed, but I understood why they chose Saber and Archer since they're the faces of Fate. I may be a Gilgamesh fan, but he definitely shouldn't have been released first, so imagine my surprise when Round 2 dropped. Ahh, I've been saving for him and Rin ever since they were announced (thank you, Mortenax Blade, for coming home early. Truly a father), but can I share my thoughts on the design?

I... don't really like Gilgamesh's outfit. Maybe it's the shoes? The open slits in the pants? The asymmetry with the shoulder pauldron? I don't mind that he has his tits out; you've got to show off his red tattoo somehow, but I don't know. He just seems... kind of dressed down for a king. Almost like the jester version? I can't really explain it. What I'm really slighted by is the fact that we can't have his hair down. I understand that it's good character design and that having his hair slicked back adds to his arrogant persona, but I have seen his E4. I have seen the slutty arch in his Light Cone. He is beautiful with his hair down, and that's not just because I have the biggest puppy crush on CasGil. Throw the hair gel away, and my life is yours.

Rin, on the other hand, I actually quite like. I really like her outfit. I'm glad they kept her red jacket, and I genuinely think her dress is really pretty. I'd wear it, and I love the callbacks to Ishtar in her animations. Plus, the dual animations between Gil + Saber and Rin + Archer are so cute. I love little interactions that don't need words to explain the characters' dynamic. I can't wait for the story. I've always been a big fan of " What If " scenarios where Rin summons Gilgamesh instead, so I really hope we get to see them interact, although I'm pretty sure this version of Rin is more of a Pseudo-Servant since she has Ishtar's bow.

My friends and I were talking about how, since they made a reference to FGO, maybe they'll eventually pull characters from it too. It's highly, highly unlikely, but seeing Merlin's noble phantasm in HSR would look so pretty. But the absolute slander I'm facing from the fact that Cu isn't playable, despite having an in-game model, is horrendous. Looking back at his design, though, he kind of looks like he could fit right into NTE. (Haha.)

On the topic of generals, my vice will always be Jing Yuan. Ah... what a man you are. And speaking of Jing- everyone, are we sitting? Wuwa remembers the male population!

While ZZZ is my situationship, Wuthering Waves is the ex I keep coming back to. There's just too much to do, and I don't have the time to spare. I originally played when it was first released, but quit around the time Xiangli Yao was about to release. Then I came crawling back when Qiuyuan was teased and because, well... Geshu Lin. I am patiently waiting for Wuwa to dig into its treasure box and pull him out because I will drop everything for that man.

I never watched Edgerunners, even though I really should, so the new collab didn't interest me that much. I was fully planning on packing my things and moving out again, but... of course, like a siren, Wuwa revealed all the new characters, and oh my god. Why is everyone so pretty? What do you mean Yangyang has a five-star version? Who is this gorgeous Lightkeeper?? I was going to pull for Lucilla, but that plan has officially been thrown out the window.

I don't know what's in the air, but every gacha game seems to have banded together, and I fear it might be time for me to get invested in Arknights: Endfield because, oh my lord... Camille?? He is dangerously attractive. I might install the game just for him. He is gorgeous. I was SHOCKED to find out there are basically no Endfield fics. Absolutely none. I don't know if I'm using the wrong tags, but I was always under the impression that Arknights was pretty popular? Even the main tag doesn't have that many.

Other gacha games that surprised me with how few fics they have are Granblue Fantasy and Reverse: 1999. GBF is much more popular in Japan, so I can understand that to an extent (Though it also has way more fics than R1999.) But considering how many characters and how much content GBF has, I always assumed there would be even more. I've been a huge fan of R1999, it's probably my favorite gacha game, but I'll admit it isn't for everyone. Personally, I think the story has gone a bit downhill, I didn't really enjoy the most recent event story, sorry. But that's okay because Enigma is finally coming!! I'm going to force-feed him so many Sharpodonties he'll be 70% metal.

Most of my time lately has been spent on those two games, mostly because Unite & Fight was happening in GBF, so I haven't been paying much attention to Hoyo. I also love whoever runs the official R1999 YouTube account because they're just as horny over Enigma as I am.

"Yes? I am here," Flins whispers softly, making his fifth attempt to gently nudge the cup out of your hands. You keep shifting just as his fingers brush the rim, forcing him to try again. You blink at him, one eye faster than the other, reminding him of a Thornback Gecko, before repeating his name and slouching further into yourself.

"Flinsss!" You look like you're about to cry, and Flins is terrified by the possibility. He briefly looks around to see if there's something you're trying to point out, but with the other occupants either lost in their own worlds or drowning in their sorrows, nothing stands out enough to make you this upset. He reaches over, the backs of his fingers brushing softly against your flushed cheeks to catch the fresh tears as they spill down. Drawing his hand back, he gazes at his damp fingers before absentmindedly lifting them to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss against them.

He moves himself closer to your side, both to offer his shoulder as support and to shield you in case someone is making you uncomfortable. Lowering his voice, the endearment slips from his lips in a hushed whisper, "Anamarë, your tears are too precious to be spent on a night like this. What has troubled you so?"

Flins is prepared for anything you could possibly say.

"H-How come you haven't asked for my firstborn yet?"

Flins is unprepared for anything you could possibly say.

"I beg your finest pardon?" Flins blinks. Highly unprepared. In all the long years he has been alive, nothing has tested the strength of his mind, body, and soul quite like this. Even his body seems to seize, and for one fleeting moment, he wonders if perhaps he's dreaming, as illogical as the thought is. Is this a new human custom he hasn't learned yet?

"I…I uhh… I was reading a… thing? I was reading a thing, and it said that if you made a deal with a Fae, they would ask for your firstborn. A-And we got married! My heartbeat is in your chest! That's basically a deal, right? So how come you haven't asked?! D-Do you not want kids with me?!" You're nearly beside yourself as you glumly look back down into your drink, your reflection staring back at you in sadness. It wouldn't be a dealbreaker; you love Flins to Celestia and back. But when you walk through Nasha Town and hear the sounds of high-pitched giggles and tiny footsteps pattering against the ground, your heart always squeezes at the thought of a mini version of Flins joining them. His laugh was one of the first things that drew your attention, and then your feet as you tripped over yourself because you were too busy gawking at tall, dark, and handsome. How you managed to not fumble the bag is still a mystery to you.

While you're busy daydreaming about what could be, a little tot clinging to your sleeve, shy and nervous as you coax them forward, Flins is resetting and rebooting in real time. First, it was kidnapping children; now it's trading them? Perhaps his age has finally caught up to him. The times are changing faster than he can keep up with. But on a technicality, you're not… wrong. Although it's not because Flins doesn't want children with you, it's more that he can't.

"Anamarë, I'm fairly certain those 'deals' are one-sided exchanges with a child as a bargaining chip. The love we share isn't so shallow that I would trade a child," Flins attempts to soothe you, rubbing your back in slow, repeating circles, while finally managing to hook the handle of your cup and slide it to the very edge of the table so you may never touch another drop of alcohol again. It's sweet in a way, and Flins can't quite hide the small smile that slips through as he laughs quietly to himself. He doesn't want you to mistake it for anything other than how deeply he finds your unintentional words endearing.

"So… you don't want to?"

You're looking up at him with such wide, tearful puppy eyes that Flins can hear that familiar ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump echoing in his ears. A child huh? He's never given it much thought in the past, never needing to consider the possibility. Ideally, you both should be having this conversation while you're sober, but he's heard that drunk words are honest thoughts. Perhaps in the morning he can test if that holds any truth. He cups your cheeks, pressing just enough to squish them, simply to watch your lips pinch in response. Distantly, he imagines chubbier cheeks and a smaller face.

His human form isn't a fully functional body, so you both can't procreate in the usual way. But it's also not impossible.

Nothing is when you ask for it.

- 🐑

"So, do you lay eggs?"

Lohen, the bastard that he is and always will be, only smiles and patiently waits for you to recover from the attempted murder currently taking place as you choke and sputter over what was supposed to be a nice, quiet tea party. You immediately turn toward Klee, who is thankfully still in the other room preparing more imaginary refreshments. If she had heard him, you would bet your entire hoard that Alice would have appeared out of thin air just to scorch both of you and drag your corpses to the Abyss herself.

"What? Who even starts a conversation like that? I just sat down!" you hiss under your breath, grabbing Lohen by the collar so you can snap your teeth at him, "You'd better thank Barbatos himself that Klee didn't hear you."

Lohen only laughs it off, patting your hand until you release him from your death grip. Reluctantly, you let go and sink back into your seat with a huff. He smooths out the wrinkles in his clothes and readjusts his cape before leaning an elbow against his knee, surrounded by miniature Dodocos that you sincerely hope are not actually bombs.

"It's just a scientific question born from curiosity. Why were you thinking of something indecent?" He places a hand over his chest and fakes a scandalized gasp, "And in front of a child, no less. Tsk, tsk."

This is it. This is the moment you're going to break your pact and torch Mondstadt to the ground. How else were you supposed to interpret that question?

"I may have happened to overhear your conversation with Albedo about Durin. Purely by accident, of course, please put your claws away," Lohen doesn't so much as flinch beneath your glare, "It made me wonder how you came to be. Did you have a mother? Or did you simply appear?"

He never breaks eye contact, and you can see that familiar spark of excitement swirling in his eyes. Annoyingly enough, he means it when he says he's just curious. Which, you suppose, is fair enough; humans have always been fascinated by the unknown. Still, he could have led with that instead of asking whether you... laid eggs. Sure, Albedo had asked similar questions before, but those had been entirely different circumstances. That conversation had been professional, if slightly awkward, comparing the differences between you and Durin. Dvalin, the only other dragon nearby, had made it abundantly clear that he had no interest in discussing the topic.

You glance toward the doorway to check whether Klee is coming back anytime soon. You are fairly certain Albedo would not appreciate you jump-starting her education on dragon reproduction.

"If you were just curious, you could have worded it better," You let out a long sigh, "But I suppose it depends on the region and the type of dragon, much like any other subspecies of animal. Some, like those in Liyue, can be born from nature itself. Rocks, water, that sort of thing."

You gesture vaguely to yourself, fixing Lohen with a pointed look, "As for me, I'm probably the closest thing to an ordinary animal. I reproduce through eggs. So yes, Lohen. I lay eggs. Does that answer your question?"

Lohen nods, looking entirely too pleased that you did not dismiss him outright or attempt to throw him out the window. Though with Klee explicitly asking for both of you to attend her tea party, there is no way you could have. The bastard. That's probably why he decided to spring the question on you now. If you and Albedo had not spoken recently, maybe you would not feel quite so willing to share, but at least with Lohen, you can trust that he is not going to go on some misguided crusade and decide your eggs need to be destroyed.

“Then, can I ask…” Lohen does not bother hiding the way his gaze drifts downward before returning to your face, “What exactly happens when you do?”

“Why are you so interested in this?”

“Like I said, just curious.”

“Well, if there is no '"incubator", they usually dissolve and return to elemental energy,” You glance toward the doorway, “Now, seriously, stop asking. Klee is coming back.”

You dip your fingers down, careful with your claws so you don't accidentally nick yourself when you touch the area you're both connected. Lohen's hole is stretched wide around your cock, nearly pulled white, and you almost want to feel bad. You both haven't even gotten to the hard part yet.

"Shouldn't you be a bit more embarrassed at how wet you are?" you say, slouching further back so Lohen is only supported by your hands and cock. Tiny moans and sobs pulled out of him as he trembles, as your cock nudges that one spot in him that makes him scream. Your fingers hook around the opening, pulling his hole wider until you can slip them in. Slick and cum start spurting out, coating your fingers and trailing down in a sticky mess onto the floor and up your wrist.

"I..I can't..I can't," Lohen openly cries, head too heavy to hold as it flops back onto your shoulder. He truly looks like he's at his limit if he wasn't wearing that smile and that wild look in his eyes. You scowl before smoothing your expression into something softer, tilting your head to press a kiss against his sweaty bangs. He's about to carry your eggs; you can play pretend for a bit. You buck your hips up, rubbing that one spot deeper mercifully, bouncing him up and down as you fuck into him.

"You can, Lohen, you have to. You'll look so good as a mama, don't you think?" You thrust your fingers deeper, twisting your wrist so your claws briefly scratch him. You have to use your other hand to wrap around his waist so he doesn't accidentally throw himself off as he cums again, hissing as he squeezes tighter against your sensitive cock. He's still shaking and crying, his chest rising up and down as he tries and fails to catch his breath. He looks more wrung out than when he rushed into back-to-back hilichurl camps on his own because he was "bored".

You squint a bit, easing your fingers out to spread them in front of you. They're a lot...wetter than you expected them to be, the usual white stringy cum more watery than it should be. You brace your hand against the ground, gently moving Lohen's knee to the side to see the fucking puddle pooling between his trembling thighs.

"Huh, did you squirt or something?" you let out a laugh in disbelief, though you don't expect him to respond, not when his eyes are rolled to the back of his head. You pat his inner thigh, settling them back into a more comfortable position, "See, you're a natural."

It's a testament to Lohen's stamina that it only takes him a few minutes to calm down. In between you massaging his legs, still sitting heavy on your cock, he lets out a series of coughs before a shiver runs down his spine. With his hands laid loosely at his sides, he reaches out to your tail, wagging back and forth. He gently pets it, and you let out a happy yip. It quickly turns into a pained gasp when Lohen clenches his fist tightly, holding your tail hostage.

"Hey. Why are you stopping?"

You blink past the tears in your eyes when you feel a hand gripping your cheeks, easily going along when Lohen drags your head down until you're eye level with him. Up close, his expression is nothing like calm.

Sometimes you think the Fifth Company exaggerates when they talk about how dangerous their Vice-Captain can be. He is battle-hungry, yes, and stubborn to a fault, but you have lived long enough as a dragon to know what real destruction looks like. Compared to that, he is just one persistent human with far too much confidence.

Still.

"You said you needed an incubator for your eggs, right? I'll make you feel so good, so put it in! Hurry! Give me your eggs!" Lohen's eyes go crazy, and it's almost frightening, and you can physically hear his heartbeat jump louder in your ears until there's nothing but the sound of him.

Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.

"You're a real piece of work, you know that?" You push forward, settling Lohen back onto his hands and knees, and you clamp your teeth into his shoulder. The iron taste of blood fills your mouth as you grind deeper, as close as you both can be without melting together into one body, as you feel your eggs travel down. The first one is always the hardest, swelled at the base of your cock, and you attempt to push it in. Lohen is tight, even with your cock and fingers inside him; he's stretched to the max, and it's starting to hurt holding your eggs. You grunt, shaking your head as your tail thumps against the ground, irritated. Your hands come back, settling on his hips, and with one forceful yank, you manage to squeeze the last bit of your cock into him.

"Aahh!! Wait- Wa- Not all at once..! I'm-" Lohen flails as much as he can in your grip as the second and third egg follow right after, popping inside him and filling him until his usually flat stomach starts to descend. There's a tell-tale splatter of something wet on the ground, and you can't help the little snicker even when you're pushing more eggs into Lohen to make fun of him. You can feel your cock twitching, bumping against his sensitive walls with each egg that bullies itself into the cramped room. It feels... really fucking good. You thread your hands into his hair, pressing his face into the ground as you pull out as much as you can and thrust back in until the head of your cock bumps against your egg.

"You'll- hah- make room for it right? Here we go, take a deeep breath," you snake one hand up to his belly, rubbing gently as to not jostle them. Your fingers walking up and down as the fourth and fifth eggs finally drop, and you can breathe a sigh of relief. You press a soft kiss to Lohen's back, gently easing him upwards to sit back properly on your lap so you can hold his stomach better. You press another kiss to the nap of his neck, gently coaxing him to turn his face towards you. Lohen looks…pretty fucked out to be honest. Eyes glassy and hazy, his cheeks splotty and wet from his tears, his mouth open as he drools down to his chest. You can't help but kiss him, sucking on his tongue while he lies listlessly in your arms. Lohen is giggling like a madman as you swap spit, his hands rubbing and squeezing at his stomach. The small bumps of your clutch nestled deep inside him, safe and warm. Little mumbles of delusional thoughts of babies spilling out with how badly you've fucked his filter.

It is a shame in its own way. You weren't expecting this so soon, so the timing is off, so the eggs are wrong. Yet he looks so certain, so pleased with himself.

You sigh faintly, watching him spiral.

Well. No point correcting him while he is like this. They still need to be pushed out anyway. When Lohen has settled down, you can both practice for the real thing.

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"Gonna' cum-" Lohen groans into the curve of your shoulder, his face tucked against your neck. Bloody bite marks litter your skin, sitting far too high for your clothes to hide, and you know he did it on purpose just to be a brat. You're going to get so many pained looks tomorrow. The entire city is going to know exactly what the two of you have been up to. Again. Though you suppose you cannot exactly play the innocent card. Not when you spend far too much time standing in front of the mirror, absentmindedly tracing the indents and bruises scattered across your skin. Not when your nails are stained red from how often you pick at the scabs, never quite giving them enough time to heal properly.

"Y-You need to- ah! You... hah-You need to pull out," Your words cut off in a whine as Lohen jostles you higher in his arm. His fingers dig into your thighs as he adjusts his hold, folding you closer against him. Your stomach clenches, both because he's attempting to carve a space for his dick there and it's working, and the weightlessness now that your back isn't supported against the wall anymore. Everything but your shoulder and head is relying entirely on Lohen's strength, and your heart flutters at the display of strength. It's your second-favourite thing about him.

"Yeah, yeah, 'heard you the first time," Lohen is infuriatingly blasé about your stipulation, too busy making the most of you finally letting him fuck you raw. He's been away for weeks working on a solo mission. Something about an auction, though you cannot be entirely sure those were the exact words when you had been too distracted by sucking on his tongue. Regretfully, your gaze drifts down to the floor, where two broken condoms lie discarded nearby. Two failures in a row seem unlikely enough to be bad luck rather than anything else. Probably just a bad batch. It would be a shame to end the night over so soon, so as long as he pulls out, everything will be fine.

He's surely wasting no time making up for the weeks he spent away, returning all of his pent-up desire tenfold as he fucks into you mercilessly. His hips never stop moving as he holds your thighs apart, keeping you pinned between him and the wall. It feels deliriously good, enough to leave you dizzy with it, your body clenching around his cock, sucking him in deeper. In, out, in, out, in, in, in-

"Hey."

Your hands fly to his face, pulling him down until he's forced to meet your gaze. It's the clearest your eyes have been all night. You draw him closer, your lips brushing his as you whisper the words directly against them.

"If you cum in me, I'll get pregnant."

There is nothing but the sound of heavy breathing and the sting of nails digging into each other's skin as Lohen stares at you with half-lidded, clouded eyes. Then, like the stupid little pervert he is, his cock twitches inside of you. Warm thick cum floods where it shouldn't, and you're too stunned that Lohen seriously just came at that. Only when you feel yourself being lowered gently to the ground does he let out a quiet grunt, pulling out to watch your combined slick and cum ooze out of you, little wet sounds splattering onto the floor.

"You-" you're about to bitch and cry, ready to find the nearest object to break over his head because this isn't fair! If you seriously get pregnant from this, you're going to drug him and ride him until his hips snap in half! Your murderous thoughts come to an abrupt halt when you hear giggling. Lohen has a hand clamped over his mouth in a pathetic attempt to muffle it, but with how hard he's trying and failing to hold back a full laugh, it isn't working. His head tips low enough that his bangs fall across his face, and his other hand scoops the cum that leaked onto the floor. Lighting his hand, he slightly spreads his fingers before dipping them into his mouth to suck clean, and you frown at how gross he's being again. The cum is supposed to go into you; has he never attended a sex ed class before?

A soft pop sounds when he pulls his now-clean fingers from his mouth. He pushes his sweat-damp hair back, finally giving you a clear view of his face, and you shiver at his expression. That same deranged smile still plays at the corners of his lips, but his eyes look almost blown wide, so dark you could swear they're glowing red. He plants his hands on either side of your head and leans over you until his shadow swallows you whole, until all you can see is him.

It's hot. You're breathing each other's air, neither of you making any effort to pull away. Your legs remain locked around his waist, and he doesn't move back to give you space. You can feel his heartbeat pounding against your chest just as surely as he can feel yours. Occasionally, you wonder how you let it get this bad. How someone could have such a monopoly over your life to the point you'd find any reason to keep them with you.

"You still think I'm the one being trapped?"

Before you can answer, his hands fall back to your thighs, and with a single pull, you're flat on your back again, your knees bent so far they nearly brush your head. He cracks his neck, then proceeds to slam in so hard you can feel him in your throat. So hard that you see stars behind your eyes. Hard enough that every coherent thought scatters, dissolving into nothing but a barely intelligible string of Lohen, baby, Lohen, baby.

When you manage to look up at him, you find his gaze already fixed on your face. You can feel the intensity of it as he takes in your parted lips, the tears gathering at the corners of your eyes, the fresh bite marks blooming darker against your neck. You see the tenseness of Lohen's mouth, still smiling but undeniably strained from pleasure, pleasure that you're giving him, drowning him in-

Lohen grunts under his breath, closing his eyes, enjoying the feeling of you swallowing every inch of him. He looks like a man on a mission, teeth grinding together, you can almost hear them crack from how tense his jaw is. His fingers bend at odd angles, lifting you and slamming you down that nearly gives you whiplash at each push and pull against sensitive nerves. At this point, you're more of a sleeve than an actual human being. You couldn't imagine anyone touching you like this, let alone fucking you. Thank the Archons, you hadn't done this on a table. Jean might actually kick both of you out if you showed up asking for another budget increase to replace broken furniture. Considering the look she'd given you after the bookshelf incident, you'd be lucky if she didn't start assigning the two of you retraining orders.

"S-Slow- slow- down-! You promised you- you wouldn't!!" You sob, fat tears slipping from your eyes. Despite your words, your nails dig into his skin, your ankles digging into his back to pull him closer. You'll fucking kill him if he doesn't cum in you again.

"Shut up-" Lohen rarely curses, so it's always a treat to hear him lose that princely appearance. Not that you have long to relish in your small victory when his hand slams beside your head, cracking the floor from the strength of his fist. With half your support gone, you feel yourself tilting to the side, the sudden movement making you tense up, clamping down on him. He lets out a low hiss, leaning forward to fully pin your body to the ground, as he buries himself deep on one last particularly bone-shattering thrust. You let your head drop harshly onto the floor as he cums, a burst of warmth that fills your stomach. You're shaking in his arms as his hips instinctively grind to ride out the waves that went on far longer than usual, throbbing in heavy pulses as he somehow dumps even more cum into you. It feels so good that you can't help but follow him, finally letting that wire inside you snap free.

You both don’t move for a while, just taking the time to catch your breath and settle back into each other’s presence. It has been getting increasingly lonelier each time Lohen gets sent halfway across the world. While you can understand his role as vice-captain, you don't appreciate seeing him fewer and fewer times. You move your hand to settle over your stomach, hope in your eyes, that hopefully now he'll have a better reason to stay.

“Sorry, I know I promised, but I couldn’t resist,” he says easily, voice soft as he presses a few lingering kisses to your cheek, yet making no move to pull out, “I’ll get you something for it tomorrow morning, alright?”

With your body fully caged in by Lohen, there's no wiggle room for you to kick him away or knee him in the gut to let you go. It's almost as if the past few minutes never existed. That same deceptively gentle smile sits on his lips, eyes catching faintly in the low light as he moves his hand on top of yours, lacing your fingers together. He raises it, pressing a small kiss on the back of your hand, whispering, "Don’t worry, nothing bad will happen."

Tomorrow morning, when you are still sleepy and woozy, Lohen will coax you into opening your mouth so he can slip in the same two white tablets, and you will groan and complain the entire time. They're oddly sweet for morning-after pills, and you've never been fond of sugar.

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"Look, I know I'm not a big stickler for rules and regulations, or whatever else Jean lectures me about, but could you both do that literally anywhere else?" Varka gestures wildly in your direction, refusing to meet your eyes. Instead, he stares fixedly out the window beside your head as a growing flush of pink creeps from his cheeks down his neck. It's such a shame he doesn't wear that black open shirt anymore. Ever since his promotion, he's traded it for more professional attire. At least with the black one, you could see just how deep that pink could spread.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Grandmaster. Could you be a bit more specific?" you say coyly, smiling sweetly at him. Your fingers unlatch so you can pick up your quill again, reaching over to tick another straight line beside you. This marks the fourth time; you only need one more to have a full tally.

"Oh my Archons- that! I mean that!" Varka now looks you directly in the eye, and only in the eye. He is admirably doing his absolute best not to look at his murder-crazy vice-captain, bound and tied half-naked, with your gloves conveniently stuffed into his tiny mouth to muffle him. Thin vines curl around Lohen's uncovered waist and chest, squeezing so tightly that bits of blue and purple mar his otherwise pale skin. Soft petals brush against his more sensitive areas, cecilia's flowers pressing along the inside of his thighs, over his chest, and looped around his throat. Thick roots twist his arms behind his back, keeping them pinned no matter how much he pulls. Evidently, he has 4 black ink marks tallying how many he's cum untouched, just purely fueled by his own fantasies, on the curve of his back.

"I don't see what the problem is. You're the one who let him run rampant during your expedition to Nod Krai. Not only did you steal away my Vice-Captain, but you also returned him wild and rebellious. I have to start all over again," You shake your head, genuinely miffed that all your hard work went to waste after just a few years outside your care. "But if you'd like to make it up to me, you could always join us."

You see Varka swallow, his eyes shifting back to Lohen. You know he looks pretty; he always has. Whether he was laughing on the battlefield, covered in blood and guts, or docile and sweet here in the privacy of your office, Lohen has always been pretty.

"No, I'm... good. I feel like as soon as I say yes, you'll find a way to do that to me," Varka laughs uneasily, to which you only smile wider. You absolutely would. "Still- and I can't believe I'm the one saying this- please have some kind of decorum."

"That's an awfully big word for someone who still hasn't learned to knock yet, but I'd be happy to teach you," You tilt your head, laughing under your breath as Varka's expression immediately grows more strained.

"Aha... seriously, I'm good. As... you were," Varka peeks outside to see if the coast is clear, even though it's the middle of the night and the only people around are those on patrol outside the building, before making his hasty escape.

"Of course. Have a good rest of your night, Grandmaster."

As soon as you hear the click of the door, your smile falls as you glare down at Lohen. A simple squeeze of your fist and a burst of elemental energy has your vines twisting painfully, sprouting little sharp thorns to dig into Lohen's skin until they break through and tiny rivets of blood paint his pale skin red.

"Would you mind enlightening me as to why Varka was looking for you so late into the night, hm?" You sneer, yanking your gloves out of Lohen's mouth, a thick glob of spit connecting from his lips before breaking and pooling onto the table, "I asked you a question, vice-captain. I expect a timely response."

"Ah! I-it's, fuck me, it's because of, ow- it's because-" Lohen whines and curses, his head too heavy and collapsing back down as his cheek smears his drool over his face, only soft whimpers and punched out breaths escaping him.

"Oh? Is it because you actually mustered up the courage to confess while you were away? I was getting exhausted watching my vice-captain throw himself so desperately at our Grandmaster's feet. It was starting to get embarrassing having to explain away your behaviour when other captains asked," You chuckle mockingly, your chair squeaking against the floor as you push it back to stand properly. Your hands clasped behind your back as you circle around Lohen until you're on the opposite side of the desk. You bend over, resting your cheek on the wet table so your face is right next to Lohen's to coo, "Did it feel good? He's so much bigger than you. Did it feel like he was crushing you? Did you get too excited and skip a few steps? I know you like it to hurt, but Varka seems so nice, doesn't he? You shouldn't scare him away with your perverted fantasies, Lohen."

You reach over to brush his sweaty hair away from his face so he can’t hide under it, the shame in his eyes on full display, "Or did he treat you sweetly? He always looks so concerned when you’re with me. Do you think that’s why he chose you to come with him? That would explain your behaviour when you returned. Did he tend to your bruises, hm? Whisper how capable and strong you were? That’s high praise from the Grandmaster. You know, he says you’re much sturdier than him. Or… oh-did he say he loves-"

It’s only thanks to your fast reflexes and experience reading Lohen’s body that you’re able to slap your hand over his mouth just in time, muffling the sound as his sobs break apart. His back arches sharply, his body shaking and losing control for a brief moment as you hear the tell-tale sounds of something wet splattering on your clean floors.

For a second, there’s only the sounds of breathing. Ah. The poor thing has passed out. You let out a light snicker, stroking his cheek gently as you straighten back up, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. Reaching for your discarded quill, you take your time resettling at the desk. Only then do you cross off another tally.

Full marks, as always.

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The voice doesn't reply immediately, though he does notice the scratching has stopped. There's a bit of shuffling, and Lohen tries to shift his gaze to see what's happening around him. The moment he looks away from the blank white ceiling, his stomach swoops. He squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a quiet groan at the sudden wave of nausea.

"Easy, easy. You don't want to throw up now. That'll only make you feel worse," Accompanying hands gently coaxes him flat on his back against the surface beneath him, "Thirsty? My apologies, Vice-Captain, but any ingestion could lead to choking or aspiration. You'll have to wait until you recover..." A soft chuckle follows, "Hehe... recover."

The hands supporting his head linger, unlike that first fleeting touch, but there's a heavy weight settling over him. He blinks and glances downward, confused, because there's nothing on him aside from the loose cotton shirt he's wearing that's starting to stick to his skin from the sweat. He tries to lick his lips, suddenly aware of how dry they are, but his tongue refuses to cooperate. Instead, he ends up drooling slightly. A bead of saliva gathers at the corner of his mouth before spilling over and trailing down his neck.

"Hm... maybe you overestimated yourself. You don't look so good," The tone doesn't sound displeased, even if the words suggest otherwise. He feels something brush against his throat, tracing along the... sternocleidomastoid muscle? He vaguely remembers someone calling it that. Ugh, a word that long is enough to make his head throb violently. He winces, his eyes squeezing shut once more so he doesn't have to look at the black spots dancing in his vision, and waits for the brief wave of pain to fade into something tolerable.

"...You know, the seniors tell ghost stories about you. About how you always charge headlong into the fray, how you're never afraid of getting hurt. Even Grandmaster Varka praises how tough you are compared to him, and says that whenever you're the one sent out, your team suffers the fewest casualties," The voice drones on, seeming to speak as much to itself as to him. He parts his eyes a sliver, just enough to make out a face beginning to take shape above him. His brain takes a while to catch up, sluggish and fogged over, but he knows that face from somewhere.

"T-This isn't what it looks like!"

You look so startled that he can almost hear your teeth chattering. For a moment, you seem caught between two instincts: staying exactly where you are to hide your spoils behind your back, or scrambling to your feet to salute your superior. The struggle is written plainly across your face, and Lohen finds himself briefly amused by how transparent it all is. Almost feels a bit unfair to be the one standing over you like this.

"Oh? How so?" Lohen smiles, a little indulgent, as he plants a hand on his hip and leans to the side for a better look at whatever had prompted you to abandon such perfectly good flowers. Hm. He thinks he recognizes that mushroom. “It’s not rare, nor particularly dangerous. Still, that is poisonous. With how nervous you look, I'd wager you knew that already. I cannot ignore a recruit collecting it in a way that could be interpreted as an attempt to harm someone."

"I-I wasn't going to use it on anyone! Promise! It's..It's just research! Self-study? Cause-ahem, because, uh... You can't know how to protect the body without learning what harms it? A-And plenty of medicines started out this way! Give the body a tiny, controlled dose, and suddenly the thing that could kill you is helping you heal," The explanation spills out of you, as if speaking too slowly might give him time to interrupt. By the end of it, your shoulders are practically touching your ears. Still, Lohen has to admit there’s a certain logic to it, granted it's messy and overexcited, but logic nonetheless. Not the usual excuse he hears from recruits caught doing something questionable.

"Are you lecturing me, trainee?" The teasing question is meant to lighten the air, but whatever confidence you’d managed to gather evaporates into thin air. Ah. Perhaps he misjudged how strong your nerves were.

"No! I mean- no, sir." Your voice droops along with your posture as you stare down at the dirt caked onto your shoes, "...Does this mean I'm kicked out of the Knights?"

For a moment, Lohen simply blinks. Kicked out? You look genuinely devastated by the possibility, fists clenched so tightly your gloves squeak faintly. He exhales lightly through his nose. A timid thing then, and yet not without merit. Plus, he liked the excited look in your eyes during your rant, and Varka always says he needs to be more lenient to the newbies. Plus...this wouldn't be the first time he's "experimented" with medicinal practices. Being alone as an adventurer requires you to take what you can and learn what your body can resist.

"Come along now, and don't forget to bring those mushrooms."

Your head snaps up at his words, his back already to you, as he gestures for you to keep up.

"Let's see what you can do."

The new batch of recruits... right. He'd originally wanted to test the waters, to see if they were truly ready to become part of the Knights. A new combat medic, the reports had said, the Knights could always use more of those. Funny, he'd expected someone steadier like Albedo or Barbara. Instead, he'd found a little mouse tottering through the fields, uprooting flowers and digging through the dirt in search of toxic fungal mushrooms.

Huh..actually..even with his blurry vision, he doesn't remember your face being this expressive. You look just as elated as he does when he's fighting.

"I know I'm only a beginner, but I really, really want to be the one to treat you. To see someone as strong as you like this..." Whatever you were about to say dissolves into a distant murmur as he sinks beneath the surface, drifting into unconsciousness.

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