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My one and only Genshin Impact fanart featuring a dendro user, named Tighnari!
"One and only" cause ON GOD THOSE CHARACTERS ARE A NIGHTMARE TO DRAW T^T shout-out to my friend Cookie_Chocoladka who used to draw A LOT of Genshin art
Ain't no way I'll try again. ever. Especially now, when I don't play this game anymore but it's a fanart and people on Tumblr love fanart sooooo... π
I promised way back that Iβd do an entire breakdown on my thoughts and research notes on my Sethos fic, come disrupt this silence, which was an exploration of Sethosβ characterization, motivations, and deep insecurities. I then ended up having to do some college stuff. But, college isnβt starting for at least 3 more weeks so hereβs me getting into the grove of things.
This ended up being an analysis of Sumeruβs Archon quest and the nationβs ideals as a whole (desert and forest), but it still ties in to my thoughts on my fic and Sethos characterization so if you wanna read it, feel free.
I have several key points to discuss in this breakdown namely the concept of the Rtawahist darshanβs Illuminationism, the worship of truth in Sumeru, and the faith of the Temple of Silence. I suppose the easy way would be to break it down in chunks of how I started each of my chapters for the Sethos fic. But Iβll shuffle them around for overall cohesion.
Again, like my breakdown on my notes on hope or nostalgia, hover over or click underlined or hyperlinked text for further information or my sources. Iβll likely be linking to my references directly through those tooltips.
Also, spoiler warnings for my Sethos fic. If you wanna read it beforehand, go ahead. And general spoiler warnings for Sumeruβs Archon quest, character story quests, A Parade of Providence, etc.
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Sumeruβs culture
As is apparent for any discerning players, Sumeru is steeped in influences from the Islamic Golden Age and philosophies from Western Asia.
The Akademiya as an institution is inspired by the scholars of old, all of whom had constructed colleges and spaces for all walks of life to share their observations and synthesize their learnings into writing.
Sumeruβs culture is centered on the the pursuit and refinement of knowledge. Learning and wanting to learn is such a big part of the culture that the first friends we meet in Sumeru are those who are eager to learnβ Collei who wants to be a capable forest ranger, Haypasia who wants to connect with Irminsul.
Humans in Teyvat (and in real life) understand, by order of pedagogy, that knowledge must be unsullied by the voices and opinions of othersβ critical and unbiased, that the truth must be universal and all-encompassingβ universizability is a concept deeply ingrained in philosophy.
But these ideas, as they are human ideas, are supposed to be complex, flawed, and nuanced. Knowledge that is biased is still true, as are truths that are complicated and tangential. This is what Nahida meant when she said that Kavehβs understanding of truth and wisdom is almost perfect because he believes that the truth isnβt meant to be pigeonholed into digestible concepts. From Kavehβs story (Old Sketchbook (unlocked at Friendship Lv. 4)):
Know that truth has never existed for the sake of individuals. The logic of the world coexists with nature, and this will not easily change whether it is interpreted as such or not.
In essence: the world does not exist for humanity and deluding ourselves into thinking otherwise is folly.
Sumeruβs faith
At the metaphorical level, Sumeruβs god and Archon is truth, the amalgamation of knowledge in Teyvat, personified. Nahida, Rukkhadevata, and all incarnations before them are beings of old dating back millennia that are susceptible to the whims of erosion and external tampering. Yes, the truth has been tampered with but it is true nonetheless and to deny it is foolish.
Itβs what you do with the truth, what your values and prior experiences tell you, is what really matters. Thatβs wisdom.
But because it is artificial, human-made, it can never be perfect. The god itself views itself as fallen and broken and one that is the perfect object of salvation, yet hasnβt been and stays within that broken state unwilling to make moves of its own towards salvation.
Nahida and her predecessors, as the chosen Archon of Sumeru, signify not just the amalgamation of knowledge, but also the willingness to accept loss, change, to learn from others of their volition. This is why the Archon has to grow, learning and wanting to learn is part of the wisdom.
This is also reflected in Nahidaβs overarching story in the Archon quests, fearing that sheβs not good enough as Archon because she lacks the knowledge of what all the other Archons have done up to that point. She canβt access Irminsul from her cage, so she continues to let herself be caged, afraid that her actions thus far are not Archon-like. She doesnβt know any better so she doesnβt do anything about it.
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The Rtawahist darshan
Nahidaβs caged existence and playing at godhood for the past 500 years can be easily compared to Platoβs Forms, his shadows in the cave. She rescued countless through miracles, convened with them in their dreams, spoke in riddles and metaphors. But never once has she manifested physically or visually to these children. No one knew what Lesser Lord Kusanali looked like beyond the sages. These miracles and dreams are what she thinks is godhood because these ideas are what godhood is in stories and scriptures told to children in Sumeru.
This concept is the root of Rtawahistβs teachingsβ there is a reason why Haypasia, Setaria, and Azar are important NPCs in the Archon quest, all part of the Rtawahist darshan.
The Rtawahist darshan, according to the Parade of Providence (Act I - Comings and Goings, Opening Festivities) quest, centers itself on Illuminationism, astrology, astronomy, etc.
From the Western standpoint, itβs hard not to be a little confused by Rtawahistβs teachings because the other darshan are rather straightforwardβ Spantamad is about geology and the elements, Amurta is about biology and ecology, Vahumana is about history, archeology, and etiology, etc.
So, what the hell does fortune-telling and getting high for a couple days have to do with astronomy? Well, you gotta remember that this is a fantasy setting and that the sky is fake.
Spantamad, Vahumana, and Rtawahist all have the most in-game conceptual overlap. As mentioned by Layla in the Parade of Providence (Act II - Beginnings and Endings, Competition on the Sands):
Do you ever get the feeling that the Ley Lines have a regular flow, similar to the way that celestial bodies follow fixed orbits? If we were looking down from on high, I wonder whether we'd find that the Ley Lines are just the reflections of the stars upon the earth? Not all astrological phenomena can be directly observed. Some are deductions based on other details that we know. It's the same situation with the Ley Lines. The parts of them that are hidden underground can be identified via elemental energy, sound, and other phenomena.
Rtawahist, then, is focused on the flow of fate and how to interpret it. This is why Mona Megistusβ Steambird columns are such a big hit (Layla Voice-Overs, About Mona) in the darshan, why fortune-telling is common, and why its scholars train via Satyavada Life to try and connect to Irminsul. The truth is the flow of events past, present, and futureβ in the lay of the land, the politics of man, and the stars that tell us everything.
Illuminationism
Illuminationism, you see, is an Iranian metaphysical philosophy that takes great inspiration from Platoβs Forms, Aristotelian teachings, and period-appropriate Islamic mysticism. Persian Philosopher ShihΔb ad-DΔ«n Yahya ibn Habash SuhrawardΔ«, often just called by Sohrevardi (though thatβs really just where heβs from. In this, Iβll be calling him Shihab al-Din) was the one who penned and expanded on the idea in his less than forty years on Earth.
The philosophy itself, though I am perhaps butchering it in an attempt to narrow this down, is centered on the idea that an individualβs essence, their light, is a reflection and refraction of a one true light and essence (God). The light every being has can be refracted and reflected onto others, and it trickles down on and on. Our lights affect each other, but all our lights come from the same source.
The one true light, in Shihab al-Dinβs philosophy is essence incarnate, the truth, God. And the rest of us, though we cannot create light, can most certainly emit an essence that is similar or close to God, just in our own forms or versions. Thus, in reviewing, you can hypothetically trace back to the truth of all things if you follow the trail (given that you donβt get lost in doing so. See: Azar).
Which isnβt necessarily the point. This is why one of the Akademiyaβs six sins (originating from the Temple of Silence (Temple of Silence Member, Djer)) is investigating the origin of words.
The point of Illuminationism, in real life and in-game, is to understand the trajectory of light, seeing it from all angles to understand what itβs saying, where it came from, and where itβs headed. As Iβd explained in my Sethos fic, studying the stars and connecting to Irminsul isnβt about controlling your fate or bemoaning it, itβs about how you see your fate going forward and how you react to it, having the knowledge and the wisdom to use that information.
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Now, Iβve discussed the Akademiya extensively throughout this breakdown and havenβt once touched upon the desert.
Amun, dead as he is, is long-forgotten for two specific reasons.
First: forbidden knowledge.
After learning about what happens moving forward from Nabu Malikata (thus causing her death (Weapon Ascension Material, Oasis Gardenβs Truth), the pain of her loss and the futility of his dreams (Staff of the Scarlet Sands) led him to trying to attain forbidden knowledge in order to fulfill them.
Itβs unclear whether this knowledge is abyssal, from beyond Teyvat, or erased Irminsul knowledge, but the memory and glory of Amun and his rule was erased en masse when Rukkhadevata erased the forbidden knowledge of it to save the his people from its effects.
Second: the Temple of Silence.
Say what you want about plot contrivance, but the fact that the desert mercenary groups like Ayn al-Ahmar and, well, most of the modern-day desert dwellers, were ignorant of the cause of Amunβs death and the Dendro Archonβs involvement with it is also due in large part because of the Temple of Silence.
Kasalaβs final act, as Amunβs priest, was to plead to his people, Amunβs followers, to respect the Dendro Archon, to live in harmony with the forest dwellers and to cease the in-fighting. This plea was buried under the sands for centuries. But the Temple knew about these events, and even had records about Apep (Temple of Silence Member, Asenath).
Now, itβs unclear whether Kasala was part of the Temple of Silence (he has the Tighnarian headdress), but I operate under the idea that he wasnβt, and thus his philosophies and motivations differ greatly from Hermanubisβ which was largely upheld by the Tighnarians that followed him (because he was allegedly a Tighnarian himself) into the Temple of Silence.
All that to say, Hermanubisβ philosophy on the truth is that some of it must be kept tightly under wraps to maintain order and prosperity.
This is why the Towers of Betrayal remain βTowers of Betrayalβ even though they were once infused with Rukkhadevataβs power and, once activated, can create small oases to battle against the Withering. No desert dweller knows about these, not even Temple members (Temple of Silence Member, Djer). Desert dwellers refuse to tamper with them. The temple doesnβt even try. These tombs, temples, plinths, and towers arenβt reactivated until the Traveler comes along, and the histories behind them remain undiscovered to most of Sumeru.
Studying these towers would lead to questions, βWhy build them?β βWhat was it that King Deshret found?β βWhat caused the Withering?β Discovering the answers would lead to the spread of forbidden knowledge again.
Sethos and come disrupt this silence
As the actual leader of the Temple of Silence, Sethos is stuck between the importance of tradition and the need for progress.
Bamounβs deal with Cyrus had proven to be a setback for the Temple, as (for reasons unknown) Hermanubisβ severed fragments led to the deterioration of the Temple itself. But thatβs mostly an allegation. The real setback was the previous leadersβ choice to isolate themselves, the Temple pulling away from the Akademiya and the forest, and the desert.
The desert dwellers, after this period of isolation started, rapidly grew ignorant of their histories and learnings, knowledge and wisdom only passed down through traditions from a leftover faith of a mad god. Since no one but scholars were doing tomb spelunking, none of the desert dwellers were to interpret the structures and murals about their own history for themselves (Golden Slumber, An Introduction to Indoor Archaeology).
This is not to say that the Akademiya was not at fault for what became of Aaru Villageβ they certainly have their fair share of in-game ethnocentrist propagandaβ but like Nahida, the desert dwellers werenβt willing to dig and delve deeper of their own volition, eventually stagnating after centuries of believing and operating under the Akademiyaβs lies.
Sethosβ introduction to the canon should, hypothetically, usher in a new era for the desertβs narrative.
Heβs aware of what the Temple needs and has a finger on the pulse of the Akademiyaβs culture and customs. Yet, he is a young man with the burden of leadership at a young age, one starved for interaction after spending most of his life (Sethos Voice-Overs, More About Sethos: V) in isolation at the Temple. Add in the recent loss of his grandfather, his innocence, and his remaining nostalgia for the authority of tradition over progress, and you have a character who has the potential to overturn the lived experience of all desert dwellers ready to go off at any moment.
A majority of his character stories are centered on hearing other peopleβs stories, only sharing things about himself only to insert a bit of doubt into his storytelling. He loves looking at the stars and seeing reality reflecting itself over and over upon humansβ fates. As in his Vision story:
Along the way, Sethos spotted two more beasts β one large, one small β lying dead at the bottom of a cliff.
Looking at them from a distance, Bamoun remarked, "Most likely a parent and a child. The larger one was probably chasing the smaller one, trying to drag it back, before it too lost its footing and they were blown down together."
"They were with that pack of beasts just now... But weren't there quite a few smaller ones? This large one died trying to save just a single one, and now the other small ones will be left unprotected. The losses far outweigh the gains... It shouldn't have taken the risk," said one of the other members, shaking their head.
Trying to rescue your children first from quicksand, then a storm... It sounded like an almost impossible task. Sethos had noticed, though, that Bamoun had been staring at that spot the whole time, as if it had reminded him of something. But in the end he said nothing more.
Having survived the disaster, the group slowly departed, with Sethos bringing up the rear. Before leaving, Sethos glanced back down at the scene below to regard the unsuccessful beast one last time.
Nothing is said in this Vision story that means anything in particular to Sethos in that moment, but you can see the mysticism in Sethosβ perspective, of seeing meaning in moments and actions that arenβt his but could reflect upon his own life. Of Bamoun looking at a dead pair of Sumpterbeasts with no particular expression, pondering those left behind, and Sethos making the connection to Bamounβs inevitable death and departure and how that would affect him and the Temple.
No one is saved in this sacrifice. This is just avoiding one death to walk into another. Sethos receives his Vision quickly after this interaction and you, the reader, are supposed to infer what this means for Sethosβ character that he found this remarkable when receiving a Vision.
As I was writing my Sethos fic, I was mostly critiquing this lack of exploration into his character in fan works and canon. His introduction in Cynoβs second story quest and his unique perspective injects a much needed nuance into all that was left after the end of the Archon quests. The mysticism on top of the empirical is important, the symbolism that he and Cyno embody, the priests of Sumeruβs desert and forest.
Because Nahidaβs liberation doesnβt mean desert dwellersβ lives have become easier.
Azar, the corrupt sages, and the Farrokhazadan were overthrown and put into community service; Ayn al-Ahmar is in charge of guarding Setaria for the revitalization projects for the desert; and, the desert dwellers are now in charge of their own futures moving forward.
But.
Dori Sangemah Bay still owns most of Aaru Villageβs lands, a disruption so massive the people of Aaru Village canβt even build a public library. (Kaveh Hangout Event, The Price of a Wish)
Thereβs still the undeniable fact that itβs very very hard to get resources (and people!) past the Wall of Samiel, an idea they introduced in Dehyaβs trailer before the end of Act V but never brought up again.
The ethnocentrism in Akademiya texts and scholars is still narratively uncontested.
These ideas are not changed just by freeing Nahida and letting her be Archon, but itβs a step in the right direction that Hoyoverse has yet to write a narrative for even with Sethosβ introduction.
So I ended up picking up the slack with my fic.
Take it or leave it.
conclusion
This was a huge breakdown of a lot of my thoughts on Sumeruβs ethnonationalist politics, the Sumeru Archon quests, Sethos, and Sumeruβs cultures.
Hopefully I wasnβt too overindulgent in writing these that I ended up glossing over some things. Iβm pretty sure Iβve written down most of my thoughts as eloquently as I could but itβs also 3AM and English isnβt really my first language so. Grainβ no, chunk of salt.
Comments are appreciated! Tell me what you thought and if you have thoughts of your own.
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Oh my stars I need to gnaw on bones and perish in the woods because. Because some people believe Wanderer/Scaramouche has gone through an entire redemption arc. No!! He is at the beginning. He is taking his first steps forward!!! He is STICKING with the Good Guys (TM) because it's the most optimal thing to do!! It's not out of character, he knows how to play the cards he's been dealt! And y'know, overtime, he should begin to grow to care for the people of Sumeru and the region itself!!! Like that's the point!!!! He isn't there yet!!!!!! He isn't supposed to be a good guy yet!!! The reason this "redemption arc" feels "unsatisfying" is because he isn't a fully converted good guy yet!!!! Aaaaaaaa!! :(
I have my thoughts below- and uh, it's a bit long
And to those saying Hoyo should've killed him off? Please, I do want to hear why you believe that killing off Scaramouche would've been more impactful than keeping him alive. I, personally, believe that killing him off would be a disservice to what the story has been trying to get across as Sumeru's version of wisdom.
And to explain what I believe the story has been trying to get across about wisdom: Wisdom is, to Sumeru, the celebration of individuality interwoven with the celebration of community. Greater Lord Rukkhadevata says that dreams are the fruit of human wisdom, and dreams are reflections of a person's raw joys, anxieties, sorrows, and examples of the bottomless creativity the mind produces. Those combined dreams power the Akasha, which helped Rukkhadevata repel forbidden knowledge and is considered an incredible piece of technology in Teyvat. (That's a lot of weight and power they're putting into dreams!!)
Wanna see another example of how starkly different individuals come together to beat an imposing foe? LITERALLY THE SUMERU CAST. Wonder why when you played throughout the Sumeru quest line it felt a tad bit like found family?? Because that's the point!! The narrative spends time fleshing out the bonds between characters, whether old or new! We see characters like Cyno, Dehya, and Alhaitham grow to trust one another despite their tense start! We see previously established relationships like Dehya and Dunyarzad or Tighnari and Cyno! They all get closer to the Traveler as well! It is INTENTIONAL!!
Okay, now back to this puppet, Scaramouche is someone who has consistently had his own personhood denied, with his right to exist as an individual played with. His own perceived abandonment from Ei and the Fatui orchestrating the destruction of his only support group (the people of Tatarasuna) in order to be used for their own gain hammers that point home. He rejects himself by ignoring his own humanity in favor of becoming something he THINKS he's supposed to be! The Harbingers do not trust one another, and they are ready to stab their colleagues in the back from their own gain. (Which he does!! What sense of community here?? None!!)
Do you see? Scaramouche, in this state, is the antithesis of Sumeru's wisdom. Which is precisely why he fails. He fails and he falls due to the wisdom of the people of Sumeru and the joint efforts of the Sumeru cast. He, a shattered puppet once more, is forced to reckon with the fact that who he believes he should be is not who he is. And to make that realization have meaning, he must live.
There is a reason why the nation of wisdom is also the nation of dendro. To grow, adapt, and change are its core principles. So why wouldn't the Dendro Archon extend her hand to someone denied what she had been recently given- support, companionship, community. Wouldn't it be much more impactful to see a sickly sapling turn into a tree rather than letting it die? With Wanderer, we will (eventually) see the harvest of Sumeru's ideals. From rocky start to the nebulous finish, Wanderer will embody the adaptation and growth that marks Sumeru's wisdom as he steadily grows into his own individual- with many characters we know accompanying him on that journey.
I dunno how else to put this, I literally just think that having a character actively being shaped by what makes Sumeru.. Sumeru after a total rejection of it is neat. Because.. Y'know. Plants? Nurturing and growing?? I am being SO real I do not think narratively cutting off a character's ability to grow would be Sumeru's jam. Sorry for this mess of a rant, I hope my thoughts got through.. and this isn't even talking about the nuances of other characters (especially Nahida!!) but I am. Tired. So tired :')
My 6th sumeru redesign (and number 11) and it's our sleepy girl, Layla ππ! She was DEFINITELY the hardest redesign so far π but was worth it.
Redesign notes:
Two problems with Layla: 1) her outfit was confusing in a lot of places like the skirt and the brown corset. 2) I don't really see any hint of arabic culture or any cultural detail anywhere. So that meant one thing...concept art π¨π!
The concept art was focused on playing around with the middle eastern culture while also using some of the orignal elements from Layla's current design. Also, since Layla is sleepy all the time, I thought to try and make her outfit comfortable for her.
Outfit number 2 was the winner π especially with how beautiful it looked. This dress is based on an outfit from the Yemeni culture (which can be found here for comparison). Also the idea of the dress came from @loojii 's character Shari on the lovely dress she wore and the design gave me an idea add moon and star symbols to the dress (note: the oc Shari rightfully belongs to @loojii )
Iknow Layla is a sword fighter and pants would be more practical but I felt a skirt fit her character more especially with the more graceful fighting style she has.
I did try to use some of the orignal elements to my advantage. For example, the diamond halter was used a belt and we kept the small black skirt, the necklace and shoes too. I did remove some things like the golden claws and brown corset. Mainly because they didn't make sense to me or they didn't fit her character. Also her vision is moved onto her necklace (which i almost forgot to add π )
As for the hood, I REALLY tried my hardest to make it work but for some reason I really struggled with it (that might just be a π¨drawing skill issue from my part) and I decided to remove it. I actually found it later that the hood is based ok a dupatta from south aisan culture. Wish I knew that sooner π
As for the physical features, mainly the same with minor changes. I changed a hair to a ponytail because the pigtails feel overused for a lot of characters.
While this was not easy, I do love how it came out β₯οΈ. There are other redesigns here if anyone is curious to see
Kaveh was so, so sweet and attentive to his pretty darling bunny, knowing exactly what she needed, especially when it came to the subject of her heat. His darling sat on his lap, her soft clit dragging over Kaveh's pelvis, pathetically humping against him, crying and whining into his mouth.
Kaveh whimpers and moans just as bad as she does, his arms wrapped snug around her torso, one of his hands softly twirling into the base of her hairline, the other, squeezing the plush flesh of her hip. He's drunk on everything she has to offer. His lips are all over her, tongue dipping past her lips and teeth clattering together, he breathes heavily, placing wet kisses from her plump cheeks to the sweet curve of her neck. Her tail wags at the soft affections she receives from him. He humps back at her, matching her pace, her slick making obscene gushy noises between them.
"Kaveh! Kaveh... feels so.. feels s-so nice..." she babbles into his mouth, tears trickling down the apples of her cheeks. Kaveh groans, holding her impossibly closer, he takes charge, thrusting his hips up into her wet cunny, over taking her little bunny humps. Kaveh felt delirious, his body burned red-hot, his muscles ached and screamed at him to cease, but his sweet darling bunny just felt too good on his cock.
"..'Veh... Kaveh- need... please.. need your cum... need you to.. need it in me!" His bunny cried. Kaveh groans loudly, eyes rolling to the back of his skull, his fingertips bruise her hips as he grips her plush skin. He drags her hips against his own, bringing her down onto his cock, bullying her cunny with his thrusts. His darling sobs, she throws herself into his neck, gripping his shoulders leaving decadent crescent moons into his skin. Kaveh moves his lips to her neck, leaving hot open mouthed kisses against her skin as he firmly brings her down on his cock. Kaveh bites down on her skin as he cums in his sweet bunny's cunny. She babbles and whines, humping against him as he cums, using her sweet pussy to milk his cock, all while chasing her own release. The two stay like that, softly thrusting and humping against each other, sobbing into each other's lips.
Alhaitham's eyes rake over them both, he 'tsks' at their silly desperation.
Alhaithem was so, so mean to his darling little bunny. Leaving her to work his cock with her gushy cunny herself, wriggling and squirming pathetically on his lap, her little bunny tail wags with her movements. Alhaitham lays upon the bed, nearly unmoving, his naked back propped against the headboard. Alhaitham tuts, his heated gaze bores into her face, heavy but unreadable. She sobs out a string of moans, only working herself into more frustration, hot slick drips down her thighs and onto Alhaitham's lap. His darling begs him to move, to touch her, to do anything but watch her, as she humps pathetically on to his cock.
"Please.. p-please 'Haitham,' his darling whines, fat tears threaten to fall from her doe eyes. Alhaitham feels his jaw tighten, his teeth grit against each other as he luls his head ever so slightly. Her words go straight to his cock, hot and achy, he resists the urge to thrust up into her pretty little cunny. Alhaitham could give his sweet darling exactly what she wanted, pin her down and fuck her good, taint her pretty little pussy with his hot cum, pump her full of babies. He got off on her desperation, her carnal instincts screaming at her to get filled. His darling babbles, crying out of frustration, hot tears fall down her face, he was being so, so mean.
"Please.. I need... n-eed," she chokes out. Alhaithem wasn't sure she even knew what she was asking for, she'd fucked herself silly on his cock.
"Need you, need more! Need your cum! Make me a mommy Please..pleaseplease!.. gimme! G-gimme~" Her chest heaved and her thighs shook, she was so exhausted. Something in Alhaitham snaps, a shudder wracks his body, from his shoulders to his toes. He suddenly lifts his darling off of his lap, throwing her on her back, into the plush fabric of the bed. She lets out a startled moan, eyes wide and glossy. Alhaitham wastes no time, he situates himself between her legs gripping the underside of her slicked up thighs, pushing them to her chest into a sweet mating press. His sweet bunny looks up at him, her face flushed, tired and desperate. Alhaitham throat lets out an involuntary groan, his bunny darling was just too pretty like this.
"..'Haitham.." his sweet girl chokes out, her arms reach for his neck, twirling her fingers into his soft hair. Alhaitham bites his lip, his cock throbs against her gushy cunny, slick, hot and so so perfect. His tip teases her soft opening, poking in and out, in and out.
"Please! Can't wait!.. can't wait anymore!... please, p-please.. need it, n-need you!" His darling cries. Alhaitham is quick to bully her sweet cunny with his cock, fucking into her with a brutal pace. He situates her legs, pinning them snuggly to her chest, his hand squeezes the soft flesh of her thighs. His other, twiddles and smacks her pretty clit, his sweet darling sobs, fat tears well in her eyes, her lashes damp with pleasure. Her cunny felt so good around his leaking cock, so deserving of his seed, needing to be bread full of his cum.
"N-need.. need you!... need more! Fill me up- f-fill... please.. breed me, need to be full!" His sweet bunny was delusional at this point, completely dumb on his cock. Alhaitham shudders out a breath, his eyes scrunch and his brows furrow, his grip aching his darling's thighs. His fingers flick and play with her clit, her breath hitches as she moans out unashamed.
"Cum! C-cumming!... cumming! gonna- need... need you, need it.. cum in me! Make me a mommy!" His darling sobs out, her voice octave elevating with every word. Alhaitham groans out loud, clenching his jaw as he humps into her cunny, breeding her full of his hot, milky cum. His fingers never stop, playing with his darling's clit, leaving her shaking, making feeble attempts to close her legs. She lets out a cry as she cums around his cock, milking him for everything he has to offer her.