#mod hoh

You awaken to find your arms pressed firmly to your sides by leather belts while metal cuffs restrain your wrists on the arms of what feels to be a plastic chair. Prying your eyes open proves a painful task as your eyelids feel heavy and sealed shut; upon finally getting them open you immediately shut them again, as a bright light shining above sends my mind reeling. Upon a more metered approach, you manage to slowly take in your surroundings: an iridescent bulb hangs barely in sight at the center of the room, illuminating at the opposite end to you a door with a small, barred window. You lazily trail your gaze to the left of the room, seeing hooks upon hooks of meat, some clearly in the process of decaying given the pungent smell wafting in the air. Your groggy state had kept you in a sedated state despite your current situation, but soon adrenaline began coursing through your veins, waking you from your fog.

Why?

Because you just noticed the pile of human corpses on the right of the room. 

Splayed ribs. Arms removed from their sockets. Human skulls, some of which still have eyes, others being completely removed. You can’t tell which is more horrifying. A river of blood snakes from the scene towards the center of the room and into a drainage pipe clogged by bits of skin, flesh, and hair. You fight the urge to hurl as terror wells up within the deepest parts of your mind, screaming at you to leave. You begin to jostle desperately at your constraints, giving into panic as your arms and wrists burn from your struggle. Panic quickly gives way to hysteria; you begin shaking harder and scream out in a rugged voice for help. A voice in the back of your head tells you you’re being irrational but to no avail. You scream louder, stomp your feet harder-

Until you hear footsteps from the door.

Every footfall is muffled, as if covered by cloth. Is your killer wearing a cloak, to embody death itself? 

Your heartbeat quickens as your imagination races unhelpfully to paint every gruesome death you might experience at the hands of whoever trapped you here; your breaths quicken and become shallow, cutting off oxygen from your already pounding head. The footsteps continue to get closer. In some cruel turn of luck, your breaths become slow and shaky, in rhythm with your oncoming demise.

(Breath In) 

3 steps until they reach the door

(Breath Out)

2 steps until they reach the door

(Breath In)

1 step until they reach the door.

This time, you hold your breath, hoping, praying, that somehow they might-

“I know you’re awake.”

A rough female voice comes from outside the door, temporarily replacing your terror with morbid curiosity. “Usually, the serial killers are men, especially the ones that eat people” you thought to yourself, still holding your breath. You hear the jingling of keys as the woman presumably goes to open your cell; the keys, you think, solidify your fate as you begin to come to terms with your death. “At least,” you think, painedly, “I want to see the face of my killer.” Your vision tunnels on the door as you

Listen to the keys slot into place, jingling cheerfully as though to mock you. 

Hear the locking mechanism become undone, once your obstacle and now your last hope, dashed. 

And watch as a short woman with a sword almost her size walks into the room, dressed head to toe in a chef’s uniform. Blood stains spot her white clothing, giving the air of a butcher more than a cook; nevertheless, as your terrified eyes trace her body your gaze settles on a single name tag hanging above the left of her chest: Ryoshu. 

“So, you’re up” she said without a trace of emotion, looking at you as though the only difference between you and the meat in the corner was that you could still talk. She walked over to you, her stride never breaking as her eyes continued to be locked with yours; the entire scene felt like something from a nature documentary, where the predatory stalks up to their prey in the middle of the day, because the prey has nowhere left to run. You were the prey here. And she

She was your predator. 

As she gets closer, your heart rate begins to climb again while your mind, still foggy, tries to comprehend everything that is going on and how you might escape. Of course, there’s nothing you can do now, as the chef looms over you, reaching out a hand towards your face. You squeeze your eyes shut as the the hand of death

Tenderly touched your forehead. 

You open your eyes to find her own staring back at you, concerned. Relief is soon overrun by confusion as you continue to watch her as she traces the side of your face, grip still light but firm all the same. Her hand follows your jawbone towards the back of your head, feeling around. You hadn’t noticed before but your head is badly injured and her touch sends waves of splitting pain ricocheting around your skull and down your spine. “Tch” she scoffs, upset, “I told him to be gentler with this one.” As she takes her hand back you notice the array of tools hanging from her waist: stabbed into the fabric is a kitchen knife covered in a concerning amount of blood followed by several syringes filled with a red, gelatinous liquid. She catches you eyeing her tools and lets out a low, half chuckle as she grabs both the knife and a syringe. “This,” she said, waving the dirty knife, “is for kids who don’t listen.” “This one,” she continues, now holding the syringe in her free hand, “is for obedient kids. I wonder which one you’ll be.” 

Ryoshu continues to watch you, her eyes flitting across every stretch of skin as if she were browsing her inventory rather than a detained, terrified person. A warm hand is pressed against the underside of your ribs, pressing directly into your gut as if to feel around for further damage; her eyes are filled with professional care as she moves on to the rest of your torso, being as thorough as she is gentle. Were it not for the restraints and surroundings, you might’ve mistaken this for romance. Your breaths are shallow again, hitching whenever her fingertips inspect another portion of your flesh; she mutters to herself as she touches on different muscle groups across your body, noting their quality before ever learning your name. She stands over you again, seemingly done with her inventorying, and once again presses a hand to your head before nodding to herself. “Because you behaved yourself,” she said, eyes looking almost past you, “I’ll give you a treat.”

Her hand moves towards her weapons again, sending you back into a panic. Tears begin to roll down your face but you refuse to scream out of fear of her retaliation. 

The hand hovers over the knife for an excruciating length of time before moving on to one of the red syringes. With the other hand she cups your chin, securing your face and steadying your trembling lips.

“Say ‘Ahh’.”

Her thumb peels back your bottom lip, touching your teeth and rubbing them absent-mindedly. You know whatever’s in that vial will lead to your death, but your fate was sealed the moment you wound up here in the first place. Your vision swirls as your head churns both from nausea and terror and yet, in your haze of hysteria, tears, and sweat, her red eyes never stop watching you; the blood red dots in your vision, despite how long you felt like you were sitting there, never ceased their observation. 

Well, the syringe will hurt less than the knife.

“Good choice.” 

Your head swims as the concoction enters your bloodstream, leaving a residual sweet taste on your tongue. Your eyelids grow heavy as your heart slows, making your fight to remain conscious all the more strenuous. “It’s rude to refuse a gift,” the girl says, leaning in close to your ear, “especially one that cost so much.” You can’t tell if she’s talking about the syringe or you. Not that it matters to your half-conscious brain much. Her hand once again approaches you, settling on your neck this time. Her thumb plays at your jugular, circling. You can’t decide if it’s endearing or threatening. Out of the corner. of your vision. you see her lips move. but you can’t hear. anything.

She smiles at you. Or maybe it’s. A sneer.

It doesn’t. matter. 

because you. can’t. 

think. 

…

The shop opens for the day, bearing a sign for a special they’ll be offering today. Patrons pour through the door, frothing at the mouth like rabid dogs for the promise of a new flavor. “Chef Ryoshu! What’s the special?!” a curious, frantic man calls from the crowd. Her thin figure appears behind the counter, lips spread thin in a smile only fanatics of the craft could appreciate.

“Meat pies: Baked with L.O.V.E.”

“Lumine we can’t-” she silenced you off with a finger pressed to your lip followed by a stare that would stop the heart of a lion. On this trip back from Inazuma, you and many others wanted to celebrate the traveller in her successful communication with Baal by throwing a party on a cruise boat. Diluc, Mona, and even Jean made time to come along, inviting many friends and commoners for the occasion, yourself included. You did not expect things to go this way. After the main party, everyone was excused to their rooms with yours being on the lower levels, below the deck. As you opened your door, a grab from behind forced you forward, followed by the sound of a door closing. Your hands were still held above your head as you fell forward into the bed; turning your head, out of the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of Lumine’s deep, yellow eyes inches from your back. Although being thin in figure, her weight pressed you down into the sheets, allowing her to lean in and whisper: “It’s been months since I last got to enjoy myself, consider yourself lucky.” She flipped me over onto my back, making the only degree of separation your thin white button down. Silently, Lumine crept up your chest like a spider, wedging her head between neck and shoulder, breathing deeply into the crevice all the while undoing your buttons one-by-one, sliding her hand lower and lower into you. Although still restraining you with one hand, her other hand gentle caresses you, making its way back up to your chest, positioned between the two pecs. “I learned a little something from Inazuma” she breathed into your neck, now making her way back down, stopping on your belly and drawing circles with her fingers. Comfort overtook you as you lowered your guard to the traveler…

“So...am I hired?” I reclined from my hunched over position, hastily attempting to organize my papers. Today I sat before the director of the Wangsheng funeral parlor, Hu Tao, in the hopes of getting a job. After reviewing the papers, Hu Tao nodded, finally looking up at me. “You definitely meet the basic experience requirements, but I’d like to get to know you a bit more before making my decision,” she stated in a professional but friendly tone. “What do you mean?” I asked, taken off guard by the question; I had never made it this far in an interview, and it showed. “Well, you must be a strange soul to seek work at a funeral parlor. What brings you here?” she pressed on, an eyebrow quirked in my direction. “To be honest…” I started slowly, scared of revealing too much, “this is the last place left for me. Everywhere else I’ve applied has turned me down for one reason or another, which is why I really appreciate your consideration, miss Tao.”

“Peculiar indeed...well, your application shows you’re more than capable of handling this position-” she had only just started, but I was already jumping out of my seat in celebration. “Thank you so much Director, I promise to be a hard working employee for you” I felt tears start to form and reached for her hand, only to be met with a wagging finger and a mischievous look. “While you have some experience, I have to make certain you’re emotionally strong enough for this job; this line of work can be very taxing and I have to make sure you’re up to snuff” she finished, standing and looking down at me. She then explained to me that she would need to conduct some examinations on me as a test of my metal; had I been less desperate for the job, I might have given it all a second thought, but I was too afraid of her changing her mind to show any bit of hesitation. And so, with a final locking of the doors, I was subjected to Hu Tao and her onslaught of trials.

“Is all this...necessary?” After having agreed to her testing, Tao handed me a blindfold and asked me to wear it. She then explained she was going to apply different types of pressure to my spirit which may cause me to lash out, and so she told me to sit down and tied my hands behind the chair. “To fully bring out the essence of one’s soul, they must first be deprived of the material world and be relieved of their earthly desires” the Director said hauntedly over my shoulder, as if to be spooky and get a rise out of me. Though I could not see, I could definitely hear the things going on around me.

Especially the sudden breathing against my ear. 

“What are you-” I spoke out, startled by the sudden heat in my ear. “Hey, stop moving! You’ll ruin the ritual” she whispered hurriedly into my ear, hushing me. After a few moments, I felt what seemed to be her chin resting upon my shoulder, and with it came the brush of her hand up the sides of my arms. “Tell me,” she began to speak in a low hum, “what is your desire?” Truthfully, I did not have many desires left: I had already settled down in Liyue harbor, my debts had been paid off, I mostly had everything I needed-. “My my, you’re still a virgin?”

The question rang out in my head as blood rushed to my cheeks and made my face flush with embarrassment. “W-why does that matter?!” I stammered, though I already knew the answer in my heart. “To work here, you must be capable of freeing yourself of all desire,” she started, finally untying my blindfold, “and so, we’ll have to do something about this lust of yours.” At that moment, the look in Tao’s eyes changed to something more...enchanting; my entire body was lit ablaze under her gaze, with every new location she brushed her fingers against bringing new life to my skin. “Looks like you’ve finally loosened up” she said after some time, cheerily as ever, slowing her exploration of my body for a brief moment. Though I was still bound in my chair, I reveled in this moment; the director was right, this was exactly what I wanted, no, needed. I let out a long winded sigh as Tao traced the back of my head, resting her hand at the base of my neck with a coaxing but firm grip. Her thumb played at the base of my hairline as I tilted my head back to fully feel her touch, the feeling of being held ringing throughout my entire being. What I wasn’t ready for was the kiss.

Hu Tao leaned over my shoulder and planted a kiss, square on my lips. Shock overtook my body, swiftly followed by a maddening desire for more as she drew away; I nearly lept out of the seat, chasing after her fleeting lips. “Haha no need to rush, I’ll give you some more” she teased me, but I didn’t care anymore; all that mattered to me in that moment was having more of her to myself. Perhaps it was only minutes, or maybe hours and hours had passed already, but all I knew was that I was exhausted from the kissing alone. I was dizzy and light-headed, so when Hu Tao slipped from my side, I didn’t even notice. Only when I saw her little hat pop up at my lap did I realize, and the smile she wore told me there was much left in store for this “test”. “So,” she said, her eyes bright and smile wide, “are you ready for round two?” “Round...two…?” I was still attempting to catch up with everything going on but Hu Tao continued full steam ahead. Though I was still seated, she had no intention of stopping, raising my one leg over her shoulder, and pushing the other aside to give her more room. “It’s safe to assume this is your first time, right?” she hovered above my panties, breathing heavily and arousing me further. “Y-yeah, what about it?” I tried to sound confident, but my inexperience shined through as brightly as her eyes, enticing Tao to take advantage. “Well then…”

“Allow me to be your guide~”

She lifted my skirt with a look of anticipation written all over her face, followed by a more quizzical look. “Say, are you a vision user by any chance?” she asked, somewhat abruptly. “No, why?” I replied, equally as confused, though still awaiting more of her touch. She smiled wryly at me and continued, “It’s just so wet down here, I thought you surely couldn’t have been this excited by my kissing alone, you must be a hydro user. Glad to know I still have my touch.” Embarrassment once again coursed through my veins, with Hu Tao still sitting between my legs, attempting to console me while concealing her own laughter. 

“Ready?” she looked up at me with a strong gaze, crumpling any opportunity to defy her. I nodded meekly and watched as she descended once again to between my legs. A cold sensation suddenly began rubbing against my clit, contrasting heavily with the hot air being breathed along my thighs. Despite my attempts to contain my enjoyment, a moan of pleasure left my lips as the teasing continued. “My my, did you enjoy that? My hand is absolutely soaked!” Hu Tao giggled, removing her hand from the area and tracing my thighs with the tips of her fingers. The sensation was so stimulating I got goosebumps all along my skin, begging to be touched, teased, and toyed with more. Once I was amply excited again, Tao gripped the sides of my drenched panties and slowly pulled them off, as if to remind me she was in control this entire time. “I think,” she said, hovering dangerously close to my sensitive pussy, “it’s time I dig in.”

The moment her tongue entered me, I screamed as I came. Not once had I ever considered myself a “quick shot”, but in that moment the stimuli got to me and Hu Tao showed now mercy; she continued her attack on my sensitive parts, alternating between her fingers and her tongue, forcing me to cum many, many times. At some point she doubled up on her assault, using her tongue on my clit and reaching deep into my pussy with her fingers, drawing out an aggressive moan from me and completely draining me of all my stamina. The cycle went on for hours: Attack, Cum, Tease, Repeat. And I loved every second of it.

By the time she had finished, I was drenched in sweat and my own fluids, fatigue overcoming my every muscle. “Seems like you’ll be a great fit here” the Director stated, standing up to face me. I gazed up at her as she placed a hand on my bare chest, leaned in, and kissed me. The feeling lingered on my lips as she made her way towards the door. “You start next Monday” she said behind her, halfway through the door. “T-thank you ma’am” I called after her, scrambling to get my clothes back on.

And that’s the story of how I got a job at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.

“If you think this is how I’ll fall to you, you’ve got another thing coming!” I shouted over our combined pants for breath, clothes and sheets falling to the side as we continued wrapping ourselves further in each other. Childe, being the competitive man he is, gripped my bare hip with one hand and with the other forced me under him with a swift push. “Say, ojou-chan, how many times have you lost to me before?” “I...uhh...twic-” I began to respond but was abruptly cut off by a hand covering my mouth and a sudden thrust inside of me. “Add one,” the harbinger continued in a low, assertive growl as he moved his free hand to grip my breast and the other to guide my side. “Well then…”

“Amuse me.”

I doubt Madam Ping expected this to be how I used the Realm Dispatch but, then again, neither did I. I often spoke with my friends about the new device but none were more interested in exploring my home than Childe. He insisted on seeing how I lived, saying it would be “a fine opportunity to learn more about you” and so naturally, I obliged.

“Say, what’s in that room?” he pointed down one of the corridors on the first floor, intrigued. I shrugged slightly and opened the door to the room, my bedroom. Regret immediately made my face flush as I had forgotten to tidy up the area; sheets were strewn in every direction, shoes out of place, clothes hanging out of half open drawers, it was an entire murder scene. “Quite the unique aesthetic you’ve got going, ojou-chan” he said teasingly, and moved for the dresser to help clean up. “No no, I got it, I’ll only be a minute” I stopped him hurriedly and began tidying up as fast as possible. It took a few minutes but had I nearly finished, making my final stop at the foot of my bed. However, as I pulled the sheets up off the ground, I was suddenly enwrapped in a forceful embrace and dragged down towards the bed. It only took a moment for me to realize what had occurred as I glanced upwards, meeting Childe’s cheeky smile and deep blue eyes. 

“Ya know, you could’ve said something before I had finished cleaning” I said playfully, ready for a break from the work. Without saying a word, he made his way into the crook of my neck with his face, using his gloved hands to caress my sides and make his way up to the sides of my chest. A small sigh escaped me as I stretched my arms upwards, accepting his advances with open arms. He kissed deep into my neck, lighting my body ablaze as my back arched, giving him the perfect opportunity to relieve me of my shirt. I felt a trail of kisses flow down to my tummy as a cold finger toyed just above my clit, filling me with anticipation and desire. 

Tartaglia continued to toy with me for what felt like ages, leaving me a mess and gasping for breath. Having finally been given a moment of respite, I propped myself up just in time to see Tartaglia finish taking off his pants, a suggestive smirk playing on his lips. “Didn’t realize you were going bottomless today,” I managed to say, although the sight of him managed to take my breath away. As he moved back onto the bed, he got close to my ear and whispered “don’t worry, I won’t be bottomless for long,” wedging himself between my legs and laying atop me, still in the nude. 

As morning light leaked into the bedroom, Childe began to rustle awake. “Morning ojou-” he started, but soon was cut off by the sharp change in his surroundings. For starters, his arms and legs were splayed out on the bed, bound by various bedsheets. On top of all this, Lumine was no longer beside him. “So, you’re finally awake.” A soft voice drew his attention to the corner of the room where a half clothed Lumine sat in a chair, staring him down with sadistic glee filled eyes. “S-say, what’s the meaning of this?” Childe asked wearily, though the look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know. “You made this a battle, and you know how much I hate losing” she started towards him, her yellow eyes lazily taking in the expanse of his exposed chest, “so I think it’s my turn to...counter attack.” Lumine sauntered towards the defenseless harbinger and, with the drawing of the blinds, let her revenge commence. 

Though a smile still hung loosely to his face, a bead of sweat began rolling down the side of Childe’s temple, his muscles tense and at the ready. “Oh relax” Lumine began, spreading her hand up the expanse of his chest “I won’t hurt you-”. Childe let out a low sigh, relief spreading through his body and loosening his muscles. “-much” she finished as she reached the height of his chest, pinching down on Tartaglia’s nipples. The yelp that ensued only excited Lumine further, causing her to play with his chest more and more, teasing him until his skin became blemished with light red.

 “Had enough already?” Lumine pressed on in his ear, using her anemo resonance to send soft winds across his entire body, tickling his ear and hair. “Alright alright...you win” Childe swallowed his pride for the moment, his senses gone completely awry at Lumine’s onslaught. “Aww, thank you~” she said happily, slinking herself down his body and towards his crotch. “What are you-” he started, but Lumine stopped him with a finger. “No victory is complete without a proper reward.”

“I’ll be taking this” she said, taking out Tartaglia’s dick from within his boxers. Concern spread across his face as she toyed with it in her hands, all the while never dropping eye contact with her prey. As she continued to play with him, Childe asked for mercy multiple times. “Can’t we maybe reconsider? We don’t need to go this far-” he carried on, but Lumine was having none of it. “It’s my turn” she mimicked his growl from the night before and gripped his balls all in one motion, silencing Tartaglia and any hope of escaping her wrath. After what seemed like hours of torture, Lumine’s touch had left Childe. Confusion ran through him as he searched the room for her, anxiety ramping up as he feared for what she had in-store. “I think this is enough” a voice to his right said; Lumine had suddenly appeared, mounting Childe with a sly look on her face. 

“So nice of you to join us for tea!” Hu Tao brightly remarked towards the soaked Yanfei across from her. Caught by a storm on her way back from meeting with a client, Yanfei had no choice but to seek refuge in her friend’s business in hopes of waiting out the storm. 

“Thank you- *achoo* for your *achoo* hospitality…” Yanfei managed to squeeze out her thanks between sneezes and sniffles. They sat around a table with a tea set between them, the venue dead silent besides the sound of her assistant, Zhongli, making his way to them. 

“I have matters with a client to attend to, I will return before opening tomorrow” he stated, though woven into his tone were hints of requested permission of his sudden departure. “D-during this kind of weather?!” Yanfei blurted, now shivering from the cooled rain on her clothes. Hu Tao gave her an amused look before waving Mr. Zhongli along, signaling her approval as she took another sip from her team cup. 

“Don’t worry about me,” Zhongli started as he made his way towards the door, “I know a pretty good lawyer in case I get hurt on the job.” With his parting statement he left the smirking director and flustered, shivering half adeptus behind as he made his way into the storm. Silence ensued in his wake, occasionally broken up by Hu Tao sipping her tea and Yanfei’s sneezing fits. 

“Ya know,” Hu Tao said as she stood, “you might get sick if you keep sitting in those damp clothes.” A glimmer of mischief could be seen in her eyes, watching for Yanfei’s reaction. “Oh no, not this time,” she glared at the director as she made her way to Yanfei’s side of the table “last time you kept me here for so long I missed my next appointment!” 

Hu Tao laughed for a moment, then stopped when Yanfei didn’t join her. “Aiya, you know I didn’t mean to keep you long~” Hu Tao looked up at her friend apologetically, still creeping closer. “Well you should be *achoo* because I had to come up with *achoo* a good excuse for *achoo* the- Huh?!” 

Yanfei began to rant about their last run in but was interrupted by a couple of warm hands pressed to her shoulders with splayed fingers rubbing back and forth for added comfort. “What are you-” Yanfei started again but was hushed by a quiet voice. 

“At least let me warm you up” she said as she rested her head on one of Yanfei’s shoulders, eyes pleading for forgiveness. Yanfei closed her eyes as she knew she was about to make the same mistake again, but couldn’t muster up the courage to turn down Hu Tao’s unrelenting onslaught of persuasion. 

“F-fine, but don’t get any funny ideas-” Yanfei stammered stubbornly, but before she could finish her sentence a wave of heat reverberated through her body, streaming down her sides over her stomach in waves as it made its way to her very core. She let out a sigh as the candles suddenly went out across the room, leaving only the small light from Yanfei’s vision remaining, now resonating in sync with Hu Tao’s own. 

“Don’t worry,” Hu Tao said with a smirk as her hand made its way to her close friend’s exposed stomach, “I won’t do anything you don’t want~” 

“The fun…has just begun!”

Lumine had just received a commission from the Verr Goldet at the Wangshu Inn; allegedly, some new abyss activity has been spotted in the area and scaring off the customers. “Jeez, with how often the surroundings become monster-infested, Paimon wonders why they don’t just move already!” Paimon prattled off as the duo made their way to the nearby marsh for what felt like the 5th time that week. “I’m sure they have their reasons'' Lumine replied while also sharing Paimon’s annoyed sentiment, “Besides, it’s not like we aren’t being paid; just gotta knock out a few baddies and be on our way.” “Yeah, you’re right. Though it is strange how this is the first time there’s been sightings of abyss activity” Paimon nodded before adding. “I suppose we’ll just have to wait and see,” Lumine stated heroically before stepping onto the battlefield.

Though the amount of monsters seemed to have increased, nothing more than the usual hilichurls and mitachurls were present. Lumine had just dismissed her sword as Paimon came floating to her side, clapping. “Great job traveler! That looks like the last of them, let’s head back to Verr Goldet to claim our prize (and maybe a free meal while we’re at it)” she continued on, thinking only of her stomach and possible treasure. But, just as Lumine turned to follow her, in the corner of her vision she caught sight of a pyro abyss mage, lurking in the bushes. They locked eyes for a moment before the mage leaped out and began chanting, now changing targets to the still oblivious Paimon floating just ahead. “Paimon, look out!” Lumine yelled while dashing forward to intercept whatever spell it was the mage was preparing. The abyss mage continued, condensing its magic into a bright pink mass of energy, and fired it directly at Paimon. Just as it was about to make contact, Lumine had arrived, shoving Paimon out of the way and taking the attack directly to her chest. A dull, yet burning ache filled her stomach and chest as she toppled over, glad to see her companion was okay. “Traveler?! Traveler, stay with me! Someone, help!!” Paimon floated anxiously over the now slumped over Lumine, desperately calling for aid. As her consciousness faded and eyelids grew heavy, Lumine watched as the abyss mage floated into a portal, as if pleased with how things turned out.

Hours later, Lumine felt a nudge at her side and slowly mused awake. “You’re okay! Paimon was so worried about you!” Paimon anxiously floated into view, checking the traveler’s face over with hurried hands. The traveler’s head was throbbing as she lazily scanned the room over, taking in all of her previous allies standing-by her; Beidou was speaking loudly in the corner with Ningguang about “proper trade”, Zhongli could be found relaxing by the door frame, eyes fixed on yet another person-

Oh.

It’s him.

Why is it always Him.

Childe flashed his signature care-free smile her way once he noticed her gaze. “Morning traveler,” he said, still smiling, “I wasn’t expecting to run into you at near Wangshuu but I guess fate had other plans huh?” As he sauntered confidently over, Lumine’s eyes were fixed on him, as if there was nothing more important than this genociding ginger and his constant nonchalant energy. The closer he got, the more persistent the burning sensation in her stomach grew until it was almost screaming at her, making her head go fuzzy. As though oblivious to her pain, Childe sat himself on her bedside and placed a hand next to her own. “I actually received that commission you tackled a couple days ago,” he explained, “but I got caught up with some other work, so it’s kind of my fault you’ve ended up like this.” Though his face displayed his usual care-free yet indifferent attitude, his eyes showed a twinge of shame and concern for his actions. At this point, the traveler could no longer hear what was being said, thinking only of calming the fire burning within her as the pressure became unbearable. “So, to make it up to you,” he began walking off dramatically, giving Lumine a brief moment's reprise from whatever that sensation was, “would you like to go to a fancy Liyue restaurant with me?” As her head slowly caught up with the situation, Lumine propped herself up on one arm, taking in the room fully for the first time. Before she could begin shaking her head, Beidou stood up declaratively; “Of course she will!” she stated triumphantly, “Traveler, make sure to run his pockets dry of mora ya’here?” “Paimon also thinks food- I mean a day off would be a good idea!” the flying companion flittered into view once again, nodding her head as if proud of her gluttony driven assessment. 

“...”

The traveler stared blankly at everyone, before finally replying: “...sure.”

“I knew you wouldn’t turn me down!” Childe smiled, beaming with redemption as he turned for the door. “I’ll meet you next to Liuli Pavillion later this evening” he tossed over his shoulder as he made his way out at which point the pain had nearly vanished into a dull ache once again. Both dread and anticipation lulled the traveler back to sleep as the rest of her visitors made their exit.

Evening came sooner than expected, and with it, so too did a familiar harbinger arrive. “Anyone home?” he called out, opening the door to her room a bit. “Give me a second,” she responded, hurriedly getting dressed into her usual outfit, “I’ll meet you outside.” As he heard Childe exit, Lumine let out a sigh of relief; the pain in her abdomen seemed to solidify itself into a tangible area, with a growingly irritated patch of skin just above her crotch faintly tinged with blue. With this excursion with what seemed like the cause of her discomfort soon to be underway, the Traveler could not help but become increasingly anxious as to how she would handle both the pain and Childe. *knock knock* His impatient knocking at the door pulled her back to her senses. “I have overcome far worse” she whispered to herself, “I will be alright.” With a stance of defiance, she marched toward the door, shoving it open with hand and planting a diva-esque hand on her hip. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” she started, holding back winces of pain, “I couldn’t decide what to wear” she added sarcastically. Childe let out a low whistle, letting his eyes roam the familiar landscape that is the Traveler’s body. “Ya know,” he started, finally meeting her eyes “no matter how many times I see you, you still manage to be just as stunning as the first time we met. Now c’mon, lemme show you the Pride of a Harbinger!” He valiantly reached over to hook her arm, but Lumine dodged it and moved past him eloquently. “Save your words, mora man,” she answered in response to his puppy eyes and pouting lips “we have a reservation to get to.”

They had not even made it 5 minutes before the pain made itself known again, this time all the louder; walking side-by-side with Childe seemed to be doing a number on her, though onward she walked regardless. “You…alright?” he asked, perplexed as to why she had slowed their pace yet again, “If you didn’t actually want to do this, you could’ve said so.” She went to reply quickly, to dissuade his suspicions-

But the flames within her had other plans.

They lashed out at her consciousness, as if screaming to be set free. She doubled over in shock right in the middle of the street, drawing the attention of some on-lookers. “Ojou-chan!” Childe reached out, letting his more sympathetic side show. “Don’t-” Lumine had started, but it was too late: Childe had grabbed Lumine, pressing her close to his chest, fully enwrapping her in his arms. The jolt from the sudden contact was the final straw that broke her defenses; the night faded to black as the heat from her crotch spread to the rest of her body.

...

“Oh, you’re finally awake,” Childe started having noticed the Traveler turn over in the motel bed. In the moments following Lumine’s blackout, Childe brought her over to a motel and booked a night for her to rest. He stayed by her side the entire time, resting a hand on her unconscious frame in subconscious worry. “It’s long past our reservation time,” he began again, bringing his hand to her face, “so don’t worry, we can relax here as long as you need. Though a ‘Thank you’ would be appreciated~”. His spoke to lighten the mode, locking eyes with Lumine while flashing her yet another one of his signature smirks in hopes of a reaction. After hearing this, her eyes lazily scanned the room from her resting position before she proceeded to prop herself up and meet Childe’s eyes, still saying nothing though her eyes burned with intensity. He opened his mouth to say something slick but was abruptly interrupted.

By a kiss.

In an instant, the Traveler had locked lips with Childe, passionately kissing him as if starved for affection. He tried to jump back but was met with a hand at the back of his head, holding his face in place as she reached deeper into his mouth, devouring every inch of him. The force knocked both him and her to fall onto the floor, though the Traveler’s grip on him had yet to loosen. 

“What the…” Childe muttered, trying to mentally assess what had just happened, not realizing that this was only the beginning. Before he could try to move again, Lumine’s hand found its way to his neck, pinning him down with an elbow on his arm and a thumb to his artery. She continued to apply pressure until Childe relented, ceasing his resistance as his vision dulled to near blackout territory. “Why…” he breathed quietly, both to save his breath and to not incite more choking from the Traveler. Her head was resting on his chest, rising and falling with his shallow breaths, as she began to reply:

“You still owe me for earlier,” she started, intermittently kissing up his neck between words, “so I’ll be having my way with you until I say we’re done.” She towered over him, still pinning his arms down with her hands; her golden eyes shone majestically, as if trying to hypnotize the subdued ginger with their aura alone. “Alright then,” he started to agree with a smirk to regain confidence, “allow me to show you the might of the Harbinge-” he continued but was abruptly cut off with yet another barrage of kisses, these ones reaching deeper than those before. As his sense of reality began to fade under her onslaught, Childe failed to notice the geo shackles being created on the cuffs of his wrists as the Traveler’s expression grew more smug, and sinister. 

A strange sensation on his chest managed to wake Childe from his slumber. “Mornin-” he croaked, but stopped once he realized he couldn’t move his arms. Nor his legs. In fact, where was the Traveler? A wet feeling drew his attention back downwards where he met a pair of golden eyes once again, this time accompanied by a mouth quietly making love to his nipples. She continued without a word, staring up at Childe as her tongue ran circles around his most sensitive parts, suckling them at points as if to tease him further. Childe returned to his senses after some time, opening his mouth in protest, but the Traveler was ready; she bit down onto the Harbinger’s exposed chest, making him yelp in shock as the sensation sent shivers running all along his body. Her teeth grinded further, causing Childe to wince in pain which only excited her further; her now free hands found themselves busy with the rest of his body, the left hand squeezing and twisting his other nipple while the right cradled his face, running a thumb across it as Childe held back tears. 

His skin had become tender and red by the time she acquiesced, her eyes once again locking with Tartaglia’s as she propped herself up on his chest. The sparks in her eyes had been kindled by his labored breathing as her hand ebbed and flowed through his ginger hair, resting gently on his jawline. “Ojou-chan…I’m really at my limit here-” Tartaglia tried to object to her advances, but knew his body had already betrayed his true feelings of growing anticipation. Lumine said nothing, her golden eyes simply twinkling brightly back in reply as she pressed a kiss to his tired lips. She breathed a sigh into his ear: “I thought you were gonna show me the pride of a harbinger; is that really all?”

Tartaglia’s mixed emotions of desire and fear silenced him as the Traveler shifted backwards towards her next target. Her back was arched, almost like a cat stalking its prey with the way she had her eyes trained on his, as she planted herself directly onto his crotch. Though he tried to hide it, the previous torment had aroused all parts of him, especially his dick; it pushed through his pants against Lumine, and, in response, she pushed back with her own crotch, creating a scary game of endurance, as to who would give out first. Her pace and power quickened as Lumine became more excited, soaking through her panties more with each new push. “Wait-” Tartaglia could stifle his lust no longer as his stamina ran dry; his pants became hot and wet as his semen sept through his pants to meet Lumine’s own drenched underwear. She chuckled as she stood, once again towering over Tartaglia, who’s normally cocky grin was now gone, replaced with a red, grimacing face from just having ejaculated. From this angle, however, Tartaglia caught a glimpse of the anomaly probably causing this suddenly aggressive Lumine: a purple glow shone ever so dimly underneath the Traveler’s attire towards her crotch, however the source of said glow was still obscured by the dress itself. His mind was brought back to the present as a pair of soaked panties landed next to him on the floor; he glanced back up to meet Lumine’s eyes as she raised her foot to hover over his crotch, still continuing to watch his reactions with new-found anticipation. He preemptively winced and shut his eyes, expecting the worst-

But nothing happened

He cracked an eye open to see the foot had rested softly on his pants's waistline, pulling them off as to further expose himself to her. She took a seat on his now exposed, cum-covered dick as if it were the most natural thing in the world, letting her own excited privates kiss his bare cock as she slowly grinded atop her newly found play-thing. She gripped his shoulders as she began to grind harder, the purple glow shining even brighter now than ever as Tartaglia gritted his teeth in a feeble attempt to hold back. 

But the Traveler wouldn’t let him.

She inched upwards to the crook of his neck, kissing underneath his jawline as she continued to grind feverishly against his body. Her hot breath made his heart race, sending blood straight to his head and drowning out all sensible thoughts left within him; as he came again, Lumine’s eyebrows turned upwards as if in delight. “Good boy,” she whispered to him, “but I’m not done yet.” As one hand disappeared from his shoulder, Tartaglia felt a finger just at the tip of his dick, playing at the entrance despite knowing it was its most sensitive right now. Another finger joined the first in their efforts to play with him more, even though he had just came. “Please Lumine I-” he tried to plead but we silenced by her free hand, dipping its own fingers into his mouth and toying with his tongue. More fingers joined the front at his dick, becoming a handjob after some time and straining Tartaglia of every last drop of semen he had left in him. 

And, eventually, he came.

Again.

And so Lumine began again.

Again.

They repeated the cycle countless times: Cum, tease, repeat. After not too long, Tartaglia stopped protesting altogether, instead looking forward to the next moment of release at the Traveler’s command. That is, until she stopped teasing him entirely. He glanced around in anticipation, the idea of escape completely foreign to his now Lumine-entranced brain, until he managed to catch the Traveler once again, though this time she stood back, undressing herself. “L-Lumine?” he called out weakly, his voice tired from the constant moaning he stopped caring to retain. She walked back into view, now entirely nude, and once again sat on his crotch though this time without grinding on it. Now Tartaglia could see the true source of the purple light: Just above the Traveler’s crotch, abyssal words could be seen almost etched into her skin, burning brightly to match her own passion. Her mouth hung slightly open as she sized up his dick, pressing it against the flat of her stomach and raising herself so that it just kissed the entrance to her vagina. “If I end up inside of her” he thought, “I’ll be the next slave to lust” his fear screamed from within him as he watched his future on the brink of destruction. 

She pressed him against herself harder, the tip beginning to slip within her; the sensation brought Tartaglia back to his senses. “W-wait!” he began to plead, drawing her attention for a moment, “The Tsaritsa-.” But he was cut off by a burst of laughter followed by a hand to his throat, silencing all future protest from Tartaglia; her smile widened as she eased herself downward, relishing in his distressed look as her excitement caused the glow of the abyssal markings to shine ever brighter. His eyes began to roll back as he fought against the desires within him; his lust screamed to be set free, to let go of all reason and absorb himself in the moment. Tears fell as his lips parted to his clenched teeth and haggard breathing, but the Traveler did not care; she eased herself to the base of his cock, gyrating her hips to grind him against her walls and further torment Tartaglia. His dick stiffened more as her movements intensified, beginning to move up and down as her enjoyment grew and, with it, the markings on her stomach burning with passion and lust. Despite this, Tartaglia contained himself, fending off the corrupt thoughts and longing for release with his valiant loyalty to his Queen. The Traveler saw his strained face, taking in his efforts with his pain, and began to raise herself off of him, stopping with just the tip remaining inside of her. He half breathed, half wheezed a sigh of relief, feeling her grip on his neck loosen as he thought that, just maybe, she had regained control of herself. The look in her eyes had softened, meeting his deep blue eyes with her own starlit gold, as he began to relax once more in her presence and the fact this nightmare was finally over.

If he had only looked down, he would have seen the truth.

The purple burning on her skin as bright as the stars in her eyes.

Her hands cradled his face as a lover would, brushing his tear stained temples as if to comfort him. He felt comfort. He felt relieved. He felt…

The weight of the Traveler crushing him as she slammed his cock back into her body.

His muscles, as built as they were, could not break out against his restraints; he was caught off guard, and could feel himself reaching his limit without a means to stop it. She pressed against him, pushing harder and harder, his tip practically kissing the entrance to her womb from the force. He shut his eyes, using all of his remaining energy to try to fend her off when-

A kiss.

One devoid of any love.

A damning kiss that tipped Tartaglia over the edge. 

A wail erupted from his lips as he came, a searing pain mixed with unfathomable pleasure etching itself into his skin to mirror the Traveler’s own markings. He became still in this moment, his entire being gushing out of him to be consumed by her and her body; the branding on his stomach ached as it too glowed a soft purple to show that he now belonged to her. His mind began to fray as he started pitifully shaking and thrusting his hips, now entirely consumed by his libido and sparing no thoughts for anything beyond it. He climaxed inside of the Traveler again.

And again.

And countless more times after that.

She could do little to stifle her laughter despite the pleasure, staring down at Tartaglia’s sex-crazed face dripping with sweat and drool. “What about the Tsaritsa?” she asked playfully, knowing he would fuck himself to death if she let him. His thrusting slowed as he looked up at the Traveler once again. His eyes, usually a mysterious blue, now appeared muddied under the light of the moon peeking in through the window.

“Who?”

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It was a regular morning in Liyue harbor. The people of this city seldom let a minute go by without trying to make a sale. People walked too and fro as the former god of this nation sat outside Third-Round Knockout, lying perfectly in-sight yet invisible to the average passer-by; he listened intently as his tea began to cool, scanning the crowd as Tian told a tale from his prime. In the midst of the crowd, he spots two familiar faces making their way from a near-by inn. 

“Traveler, Childe,” Zhongli calls out to them, “it’s good to see you again.” He greets them cordially as he begins walking over to them. 

Childe’s head remains lowered, looking to Lumine for direction. She smiles as she waves her hand over at the ancient god of Liyue.