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âËàŹȘâč welcome to my blog! iâm elli. i love writing fanfics and stories especially for small fandoms and limited screen time characters. i do NOT take requests. however thirsts, asks, and rambles are always welcome.
âËàŹȘâč nsfw content ahead, minors do not interact! pls filter out #venti brainrot to avoid such content! there are also sfw works here
âËàŹȘâč im currently into genshin and cool doji danshi (for writing fanfics) other interests can be found in my side blog which is down below.
âËàŹȘâč soumaâs muse, himmelâs princess, heizouâs housewife, and ventiâs angst bully | firm believer of dom venti supremacy
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âËàŹȘâč here's my kofi, but reading, liking, and sharing my works is enough for me ÊâĄÉ
âËàŹȘâč status: working on illusory sense, writing venti smut fics that will never be published
It hasnt even reach the exciting part and youâre already passed out because thatâs just how easily swooned you are by his words heck I dont think id be able to handle it if he says these in bed HMNGFDRDJFJDJDJ
HEAR ME OUT JUST IMAGINE IT:
Venti's hovering over you with that gentle knowing smile of his that always melts your heart. His fingers trace soothing circles on your hips. He never rushes you nor does he pressure you.
"Shh, easy does it, my love," he murmurs against your ear. "Look at me. Breathe in... good. Now out. That's it. I've got you. Take your time. We're not going anywhere until your body is ready to welcome me properly."
He presses forward just a little and your breath hitches. Immediately he stills and rests his forehead against yours.
"Too much? We can wait. Hey, hey, it's okay. It's okay. Don't be shy. I don't mind. Count with me, okay? Deep breath in... one... two⊠then outâŠâ His thumb strokes your cheek as you try to follow. "Perfect. You're doing so well for me."
When your legs are wrapped around his waist and he's sinking deeper, he catches the little whimper that escapes you.
"Easy. easy..." Venti coos as his hips rolled in the gentlest possible motion as he could without hurting you. "I know it feels big. I know. Just relax and let me take care of everything, okay? Shh, it's alright. Here hold my hand. Let the pleasure build slowly."
He leans down to kiss the corner of your eye where a tear slipped out.
"There we go. Nice and slow. Feel how perfectly we fit? That's my good girl. You're taking me so beautifully already. Let's take it to another step, okay?"
I feel like Im hallucinating about this fanfic existing but since you are a venti enjoyer, maybe you would know what im referring to?
I vaguely remember a soulmate AU fanfic involving Venti except he isnât your fated pair? The plot was about him sticking with you until you find your destined lover? đ
Ack sorry im not much of a reader nowadays so im not familiar with any stories with this kind of premise :(( maybe some of my followers may know!
Illusory sense darling being an only child was funny to me because Iâm the complete opposite, having 10 siblings, 5 older and 5 younger lol
Anyway thatâs it haha, I love your work <3
(feel free to ignore this)
Iâm not an only child as well lmaoo im the middle child among us five siblings lol
Itâs unfortunate darling doesnât have a little brother/sister to confide in. Mama amos refused to have another child with her husband if he was just gonna treat their daughter like an outsider and isolates her from everyone. Thereâs no way sheâd allow them to live in such an environment (even if young darling was begging her nonstop for a little sibling so she can have someone to play with)
Even if adoption were an option, word will immediately spread across the entire kingdom the moment they step in an orphanage. Amos doesnât see the point in adopting one if decarabianâs main reason he was isolating darling was because he doesnât want everyone to know of her existence (except the royal court and servants) and that he has a daughter
The closest thing sheâd have as a sibling figure would be one of gunnhildrâs siblings. But thatâs another story to tell
'Oh, Anemo Archon, Iâve been wanting to see you for so long. Please give me a sign you have heard my prayers!'
When you finished, you opened one eye hesitantly, waiting for him to vanishâ for some sort of magical glow that would appear right before you as a sign that Barbatos heard your longing.
But nothing happened.
Venti still sat there with his chin in hand, watching you with a sly curve tugging at his lips as he produced a low chuckle.
âOh, [Name], you are sooo cute. Now youâre just tempting me to join there with you in the bed again.â
need venti to noncon impregnate angel so badly !!!! anyways i intentionally cut off the rest of the dream sequence so it may or may not seem so abrupt due to the dark implications of what was about to happen. i would opt to publish the entire part 2 here even if itâs âconsensualâ, but the latter half seems rapey (duh its a noncon two fic lol) so yeah.
same rule, [full version] is at my dark blog, including the entire explicit dream at the start (18+ ONLY! pls dm me for the password to access the @lilext blog | to old users: just message me for the new password)
warning (full fic): eroticized noncon, power dynamics, frequent usage of the word rape, corruption, angelâs very specific and highly-detailed rape fantasies that venti is quite âintriguedâ reading her mind, affectionate degradation, impregnation, mindfuck, dumbification, rape threats, dubcon, body modification
artist: chenshuisuhe
word count: 3k || 30k (full fic)
read part 1 preview [HERE].
âLord Barbatos, pleaseâŠâ
Caressed between warm body and cold sheets, your voice quivered into a whispered prayer as your breath grazed his divine mouth. His teasing touch glided along your thighs and his fingers dipped slowly toward the sensitive center of your core that felt both so sacred and forbidden at the same time.
âHm? Please what, my dear angel?â
You never thought the same popular bard who frequently watched you sing on Sundays at the Cathedral would be the very deity you prayed and sang for day and night.
Venti had been so consistent with his turnout that it had become a welcome addition to your weekly routine. You had always anticipated seeing him sitting in his usual pew, wearing that endearing look you brushed off as nothing more than friendly support from afarâ only to realize it was the God of Freedom himself listening to your hymns in his honor.
You never dared to imagine a god would graciously visit his devout angel in your own abode, let alone touch you so intimately that the line between dream and realityâ devotion and desireâ would blur until you no longer knew whether you were worshipping him or the other way around.
It felt too vivid to be false when his ghostly breath kissed your skin.Â
Too vivid that his forehead resting against yours was like two lovers entwined and inseparable.Â
Every curve of your body lay bare before him, exposed in such a way you were the sacred canvas meant for his eyes and body to devour and admire alone. He held you spread wide, one hand beneath the soft flesh of your thigh, keeping it aloft; your submission was that of a devoted follower where your virgin pussy was flaunted to the free air, kissed by the lulling winds.Â
Had it been in the publicâs eye, you wouldâve joined the geo slimesâ habitat beneath Teyvat, but his godly attention bestowed upon a mere mortal made you think otherwise. Perhaps years of fervent prayers to the one in whom the people of this land placed their faith in had finally drawn the heavensâ gaze, which had summoned Barbatos to cast his divine focus upon you.
If every single soul in Mondstadt had witnessed a pure native like you being touched so intimately by the God of Freedom, would they have recoiled in scandal or would they have fallen to their knees in awe?
Was this not the most wonderful blessing and the highest grace he could ever bestow upon one of his faithful?Â
A gift not of wine, wind, or song, but of himself, his touch, and his love poured directly into the heart and body of the one who never ceased to call upon his name.
And if they could see you now, would they not realize that your devotion had been answered in the most unearthly of ways? Lord Barbatos had always been here all along, watching over Mondstadt as preached by the Church amid the dissipating faith.
When his fingers brushed the sensitive nub of your clit, you made no move to resist or protest. Instead, a soft sigh of pleasure escaped you. Your gaze dropped meekly as he moved with such grace, stroking back and forth over the tender bud in slow rhythm. The friction sent shivers of delight through your core, sparking every nerve with a gratification so intense you were too shy to beg for more. Yet you were too enraptured to deny the addicting ecstasy of his touch.
For a young lady like you who had never known a manâs touch, such an act should have been deemed shameful and disgracefulâ a betrayal of the chastity you vowed to preserve for the Lord until marriage.
But thisâŠ
This was an exception.
To be graced by the presence of the Anemo Archon was already a rare miracle of itself.
This is a proof of his heavenly favor to his dear follower.Â
His touch felt less like sin and more like sanctificationâ a blessing bestowed upon you for your undying love for him, a reward from Celestia for all the prayers you had sung that soared past Mondstadtâs cathedral; it left even the Church itself paling in comparison.
His shaft nudged against your rear, sending a shiver through you as he leaned closer. Your breath hitched as his lips brushed the shell of your ear and his warmth veiled you in his holy aura.Â
You couldnât understand his murmurs, but it sounded like he was chanting. You watched his fingers embedded with Anemo that left a trail of mist and he didnât waste a second to slip them between your thighs to find the sensitive folds of your pussy. It instantly made you arch against him and grasp for his wrist. He traced over your lips, rubbed slow circles over your shy untainted clit that struck with precision as if he had already known every part of you.
He kissed your forehead, your eye, your lashes, your nose, your cheek, your lips, all the while he coaxed waves of molten bliss.Â
Your body melted as you sank into his showers of affectionate love. His gentleness overwhelmed all of your senses completely; each stroke was a spark of ecstasy that dissolved your rationale by his touch alone, leaving you pliant and breathless like the submissive little angel you were.
A whimper slipped from your lips as your eyes rolled back in the haze, meeting the smoldering teal of his lustful gaze that seemed to pierce through your soul. Barbatosâs low chuckle reverberated through the air which intensified the heat flushing across your face. His tattooed chest rumbled against your back as he pressed a tender kiss to your cheek, a little gift of blessing to your sweet, sinless soul.Â
His fingers never ceased their slow massage of drawing. Your toes curled as your legs instinctively closed together to preserve the rhythm and friction, only for him to dive his hand beneath your thigh and forcefully pry you open.
âMhm?!â
Your walls fluttered from the sudden rough treatment that had his gentle nature completely disregarded.
âAnswer me, angel. What were you begging for your Lord just now?â He reminded, his tone shifting to a more commanding tune that lost the tenderness he had shown before.
The abrupt change in his demeanour caught you off guard, yet it also made you undeniably and dangerously crave with curiosity of what could possibly trigger this switch of persona.Â
Were you stepping into a forbidden territory?Â
Would you regret it if you dared to sate your curiosity?
If you yielded, you might find yourself swallowed whole by pleasure you were never meant to touch. If you resisted, you might as well be filled with the torment of not knowing what divinity tasted like when unrestrained.
He had already given you so muchâ more than you could ever dream to ask of a godâ yet your heart desired for more.
Greed is a sin. And yet, in his arms, sin felt like salvation.
âUse me as you wish, pleaseâŠâÂ
Your voice fractured from how brittle you uttered each syllable. It sounded less like speech and more of a plea that masked as your usual prayers you had always offered to him.
You hoped he wouldnât catch on how needy you sounded. You hoped he wouldnât notice how hard you were trying to steady your breath. You desperately hoped he wouldnât stop gazing at you and to just keep caressing your dripping sex to the point your lewd fluids soaked his skin.
The godâs brow arched, a roguish glint flickering within his eyes as he leaned closer.
âOh? Are you aware of what youâre asking, little dove?â
You nodded, quite immediate than you realizedâ only to gasp when his slender digits slipped inside and stretched you with an insistent pressure.Â
The song of his cherubâs breathless moans and delicate sighs graced his ears. It was a symphony of unadulterated delight for the Anemo Archon to relish in as it filled the air with the purity of your surrender.Â
The anemo mark imprinted on your womb flared that pulsed along his touch. Barbatosâs essence flowed through you that bound your body and soul to his will. The cross necklace resting on your chest felt cool against your heated skin which served as a reminder of your former vows overshadowed by this god.
His fingers moved with mastery, curling within you to draw forth more of your fluids that dragged waves of ecstasy through your core. As your thighs quivered and toes curled, you melted against him from the buildup of an unbearable crescendo. His free hand that kept your leg raised moved to trace the glowing anemo mark. The moment he touched the tattoo, it instantly ignited a spark of pleasure-pain that had you arching into him.Â
The winds surrounding you seemed to hum in approval and it didnât help when both the breeze and his fingers amplified the intimacy of the moment. The hymns of moans offered to your god grew louder as he guided you closer to the edge of your release.
You shut your eyes tightly and your hands scrabbled at the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto as he expertly curled his long digits upwards, closing and opening them in scissoring motions to search that sweet, sweet spot that would make you yield for him.
Your chest heaved as you suck in a ragged breath. The sensation was overwhelmingly stimulating yet not enough to ease the incrementing heat, a paradox that made your mind feel foggy with pleasure.
âM-My LordâŠâ you gasped, almost closing around his hand as he continued his relentless ministrations. The pleasure was too much but he refused to stop.
"You can take it." His voice was muffled against your neck, a hint of amusement threading through the seriousness. "Trust me to know what you need. You said it yourself Iâd use you however I see fit, correct?â
His promise hung heavy in the air, and you nodded obediently from the guarantee that wrapped around you. He urged his hands up further and further until they disappeared entirely. Barbatos was set in hunting your weak spots that caused stars to burst behind your closed eyelids.Â
The bed groaned beneath, full-bodied and knowing when you made a sweeping slide against his hips before something new made itself known below youâ his girth was punishingly present between your legs. The little excited gasp from you inched his eyes up and had his fingers gripping at the flesh of your thighs to pull the grind of your hips impossibly closer.Â
His tongue pressed into the flesh of your neck in a long fat trail, causing the world to narrow down to the overwhelming sensation coursing through you. Your body shuddered and your hands hastily reached for the back of his head, clutching onto his short dark locks like your life heavily depended on it. A low moan escaped him while his fingers moved in and out of you, determined to draw your release from your overtaxed nerves.
From the sinful whimpers that echoed through the chambers of your pharynx, as alluring as a temptressâs call, and the unfamiliar sensations crawling over every nerve, you would have squirmed and writhed to get away from him. On the contrary, you were trying to get closer to rub yourself like an animal in heat.
Without thinking, Barbatos withdrew his hand from your weeping cunt, revealing his fingers glistening with your sinful essence as he held them before you, exposing you to your lustful desires for your own god. The sight of your arousal coating his digits sent a wave of shame through you. You instinctively closed your legs and averted your gaze anywhere else but the accusing sheen of his hand.
He tutted from behind and the simple chide deepened the color across your face.Â
âJust from this and youâre already so drenched? I expected more restraint from my devoted cherub. I never took you to be so dirty and deprived. You ought to be shameful if youâre utterly consumed by desire when you kneel before me.â
âIâm⊠Iâm sorry⊠Iâll make amends for it! P-please⊠donât stopâŠâ You stammered as tears streamed down your cheeks, the emptiness below you left you aching and longing for the return of his touch.
His tongue flicked on your cheek to taste the salty tears before dragging slowly to the corner of your mouth, ghosting his hot breath over your ear as his lips curved into an ominous smile.
âHush now. If you truly want to be forgiven, then show me. Show me how deeply you repent,â he said as his thumb brushed the tear-streaked skin of your face.
Before your mind could drift in glee, he shoved you down onto the bed with a slight bounce.Â
âH-huh? AHâ!â
A startled yelp slipped at the roughness of his hands seizing your hips, hauling you back with a predatory strength that made your pussy throb. There was no mistaking the raw hunger in the way he manhandled youâ the Anemo Archon needed to ravage the little dove until it could no longer fly.
Your body surrendered without struggle as he forced you into place, lifting your hips until your legs folded beneath you. The upper half of your body sprawled flat on the bed, cheek pressed against the cool bite of your cross and the sheets beneath, while your hips and ass remained suspended high, exposing your intimate parts in a scandalous display. Your fingers curled into the fabric as you dared to glance over your shoulder.
The view of him towering above you fired a violent shiver down your spine at the brazen vulnerability of your pose. His once carefree eyes had darkened into an indescribable ferociousness as he observed the small dribble of your arousal trickling to the slit of your folds. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths; you might just die right now underneath him from suffocation from the tension alone.
He clamped down onto your sides as he yanked you back towards him roughly. You squealed, your cries muffled against the pillow as your stomach tattoo pulsed in time with your racing heartbeat.
The bed creaked as he adjusted before his hand tangled in your hair and pinned your head firmly into the pillow while he settled behind you.
âSuch a beautiful offering laid bare for your Archon, ready to receive my humble seeds.â He purred in approval, moistening his dried lips as he watched your cunt drip.
For a split second, your mind raced as the tip of his cock nudged your folds so dangerously when he rubbed himself against you. Panic-thrill surged through you from head to toe as you grappled with what was about to happen.
âMy Lord, Iâm notâ I donât think Iâm prepared for this yetââÂ
Your words were cut off as your eyes locked onto his throbbing, massive archon cock. His veins pulsed with vigor that seemed to radiate some kind of power, dripping with pre-ejaculation you never imagined a god would inherit a mortal function.
The sheer size and intensity of it alone made you trembleâ because, archons, that definitely wouldnât fit inside you. You could already tell from a single glance you could barely hold his girth with both hands, a formidable presence that seemed to defy the boundaries of your mortal flesh, and that was enough of a message he would annihilate your pussy.
Was this a punishment you were lusting for your god? No, rather, was it because you were lusting over Venti under the impression he is the Anemo Archon in disguise?
Were you facing his judgement?Â
Was it because you were no longer faithful to the God of Freedom and thatâs why he ought to punish you?Â
Barbatos ignored your cries and only leaned closer where his tip drew dangerously close to inserting itself into you.
âIâm sorry! Iâm sorry! Please, d-donât put it inâ! It wonât fit! It wonât, it wonâtâ"
You jolted upright in bed, panting heavily like you had been running for your life. Disoriented, you blinked rapidly, then looked downâ your twisted blanket clung to your damp skin. You sat there in stunned silence, waiting for your heart to calm down as your mind still replayed flashes of unholy images of a certain bard.
So⊠was it all just a dream?
Barbatos. The visit. The way he touched you. Undressed you. Made love to you as if you were something more divine than him.Â
Your cheeks flamed up at the thought. Could you even call it a nightmare? No, it was a mix of both good and bad dreams. It was something else entirely.Â
It was vivid, yes, but it was too intimate.Â
For a moment you thought his grip was still on your hips, and his voice still rang in your ears as if he was still there next to you.
Your hand flew to your throat, swallowing down the empty blockage, but you faintly tasted something⊠salty? No, it was more acridâ almost bitterâ that clung stubbornly to your tongue. The undesirable taste made your stomach churn. Did you eat another expired food without checking last night?Â
Your fingers mindlessly reached for your lips while your thoughts drifted off to the tingling sensation of his mouth fiercely pressing upon yours in a messy tongue-tied kiss. Every breath came in shallow, ragged gasps when it felt too surreal to be just simply a wet depraved desires of a virgin maiden.
Venti appeared in your dream.Â
But it wasnât exactly Venti per seâ it was Barbatos.Â
âŠOr so he claimed to beâŠ
He visited you. But he made love to you.Â
Or could you even call it love if you felt⊠violated even if it was a dream?
Is that a sin if you had a wet dream of the Anemo Archon?Â
Or is it worse that you pictured your bard friend as the Anemo Archon?
Elli omg thank you so much for the food đ»đ»đ»
////Spoilers for Euphelicia, hope this is ok to send here?////
The headlock part is something I never knew I needed but now I'm addicted to the idea of it, you're brilliant for that. Like it's incredible I need him to do that more. Plus,,,, VENTI BICEPS đ»đ»đ»đ»đ»đ»
Yayy someone acknowledged that scene!! Writing that was my favorite part huehue đ
My mind just drifted off when i began the early drafts then the idea of venti headlocking angel pops in and honestly its really, really hot and sexy cuz obviously the venti girlies wants to be choked by his yummy biceps aside from his big archon pp đ
Initially it was supposed to be in the main seggs with venven where he read her mind and indulged in her filthy sex fantasies, but i kept rewriting everything bcs i wasnt satisfied with the flow to the point when reading everything, removing the headlocking part just flows much better.
Obviously i dont want to remove that bcs angel needs to be choked by his biceps (and i put a lot of love and effort into it). I tried rearranging the paragraphs, re-writing the scenes multiple times, and forcing it to fit but nooo it just ruins it and i dont want my writing to go to waste!!
So, the only solution i could come up without rewriting the ENTIRE main seggs was to add another entry to darlingâs diary LMAO i just refuse to delete that entire segment ahsjjdjd
âDo you ever wonder if the Anemo Archon hears you more clearly than anyone else?â he said more softly, his voice dipping into something low and intimate.
You blinked, surprised by the sudden seriousness of his tone.
âIâŠâ You hesitated, the question strange and unfamiliar. âI just sing with all my heart. If everyone liked my singing, then thatâs enough for me. ButâŠâ you paused, fiddling the cross around your finger as you looked across the altar and stared at the relics displayed. âIt would be nice if the Anemo Archon heard me and liked my voice.â
Venti's expression shifted, his eyes turning up in delight just barely.
âOf course he loves it, angel. Thatâs why it reaches him.â He leaned in again, just close enough for his breath to brush against your ear.
âAnd it drives him wild, you know.â
here have some freaky pervert archon venti treats <333
full version (18+ ONLY! pls dm me for the password to access the @lilext blog)
warning: contains noncon, religious elements, somnophilia, forced marking (womb tattoo), impregnation, body modification (just venven making his cock bigger dw) in the full ver
artist: chenshuisuhe
word count: 2.3k | 20k (full fic)
Venti is one who was known for frequently visiting the tavern in the evenings. So his appearance in the cathedral wasnât technically odd since everyone is welcome to join in to worship Mondstadtâs very own god. However, his frequent visits have certainly caught the attention of the nuns and deacons alike who were singing their praises to the Anemo Archon.
This bard was particularly interested in one person, a volunteer member of the churchâs choir group: you. You werenât a new face in Mondstadt; however, your volunteer was quite recentâ just a little couple of months agoâ and he couldnât help but set his eyes on you since your tunes and prayers had reached his ears.Â
A pretty little angel, always showing up to church in dresses that flattered your figure far too well. How did he not know you before? While Venti absolutely could find success with other people if he wanted to, his thoughts were too consumed by you to even consider it. He wanted you and you alone, and he had been consistently approaching and praising your voice in a tireless effort to charm you.
While everyone approached and praised Barbara, the beloved idol deaconess of the Church of Favonius, Venti was the only one who would always make his way toward you after the sermon ended. Sure, there were a few nuns and deacons complimenting your voice and offering kind words about your singing, but most of them were brief.Â
Unlike him, he showered you with adoration endlessly.Â
You werenât as popular as the Shining Idol, but he preferred your spotlight stay low, quiet, and unnoticed. It gives him the upper hand, praising you to himself without any nuance of competition.Â
No other voices drowning out his.
No other eyes lingering on you.
You were his private miracle. His sacred songbird.
Before the final note of the choir faded, he would be waiting near the pews or lounging casually by the archway. And without fail, the choir group would start whispering and elbowing one another, giggling behind palms the moment the infamous bard sauntered up to you.Â
Theyâve grown to recognize his face and his presence within the cathedral on Sundays. How this bard always looked at you during the mass, how heâd always praised your voiceâ not just once, not just lightly but with near-devotional intensity.
And sure enough, a new buzz and chatter reached every corner of the sacristy.
It had become a weekly ritual where Venti would single you out. His visits had become a part of your Sunday routine, and your choir singing had become a part of his, and he certainly wished these would be permanent and be part of your life.
Dahlia, of course, noticed this shift in his own routine, yet he didnât question it, which the bard very much appreciated. However, if the deaconâs curiosity got the best of him and asked him in one of their nightly drinks, the archon would only shut his questions down as if he didnât know what his herald was talking about.Â
Giving you special treatment? As if! He was merely a bard with a talent in music who found his muse. Where was the special treatment? He wasnât part of the church choir group. If he was, he would be praising everyone equallyâ though, he would rather spend some time alone practicing with you.Â
Others were too blinded by Barbaraâs glittering radiance that theyâd rather focus on her charm as Mondstadtâs beloved idol.Â
But Venti?Â
He noticed the way your voice trembled with sincerity, the way your hands folded gently in prayer, and how your eyes would so often flicker in his direction.
Whenever your gaze met his, heâd offer a gentle smile and a small wave. And like clockwork, youâd flush and quickly avert your gaze, pretending to focus elsewhere.
But sometimes, heâd catch you sneaking a timid glance from the corner of your eye.
And each time, it made his heart flutter crazily.
You didnât seek applause. You didnât crave attention.
And that made him all the more attracted to you.
This Sunday's gospel was the same as any otherâ except you were given the special role to sing a solo passage. Venti was excited when he heard about this from Dahlia. He came early, far too early, where he lingered around the cathedral and watched everyone prepare. His gaze inevitably found you in the corner, practicing your part with quiet focus, your hands clutched at your cross necklace as you mouthed the verses under your breath.
So when the mass began, Venti sat near where the choir group was situated and closed his eyes and focused on your voice singing your devotion to him. His heart fluttered and he calmed down the heat coiling in his groin. He honed in on your face, hoping youâd see him from your vision.
And it certainly worked.Â
Your eyes flickered quickly to his and he didnât miss how your cheeks reddened up, how your body stiffened to see him there watching you, how your shoulders locked into place as if caught doing something intimate. But you had good control over your nerves; not once did you falter or miss a note during your solo piece. You kept your eyes forward, choosing to focus ahead and avoid his gaze so you wouldnât get distracted and ruin the solemn prayer.
This should be normal for you that Venti always comes to the church on Sundays, always finding a reason to sit close, always has some flattering comment after. And yet, you still found yourself flustered every time his eyes locked onto you like that.
He listened to your ethereal songs not just with his ears, but with his entire being.
Your voice wasnât meant for the congregation. It was meant only for him, the Anemo Archon, Barbatos. You were worshipping him, glorifying his very divine being.Â
And the Anemo Archon heard the hymns of his pretty angel.
Yes, thatâs it. Thatâs his angel, singing his name in the most divine of disguises.
The moment the mass ended, Venti was already waiting for you in his pew, smiling almost proudly. He ignored the hellos and good mornings from the sisters. Talking to you was much more important.Â
"Ahh, another wonderful gift the winds have brought to this humble cathedral!" he sighed dreamily, clutching your hands to his chest as if he was overcome by your melody. "Surely, surely, the Anemo Archon is delighted in hearing a sweet and pretty angel like you sing his name, my songbird."
You laughed and waved him off, flustered. âPlease, your singing is leagues better than mine.â
But Venti only leaned closer. âBetter? Me? Not even close! Compared to you, my voice is but a breeze. But yours is the hymn the heavens echo.â
Once again, he started listing praises that put you on the spot as the rest of the choir members watched and teased you as they left, whereas the new members watched in curiosity while they restored.
"Your pitch, your control, the way your notes carry in the rafters like birds lifted in the wind⊠Ah, I could list your charms forever and still fall short!"
You fiddled with the cross hanging on your neck, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as you averted his gaze with flushed cheeks.
âTh-thank you, really⊠It means so much that a bard like you likes my voice.â You tried to cut him off with modesty, but he gently shushed you with a feather-light touch on your lips.
"No, no, donât be humble. That voice of yours is sacred. Itâs not just beautiful, itâs blessed. If I were the Anemo ArchonâŠâ he paused briefly before a knowing smile tugged at his lips.Â
"âŠIâd have you sing for me and me alone.â
His thumb traced your bottom lip, gazing deeply at the pink lip gloss that tinted your plump lips. He wondered what it would taste like to kiss you here right now in his own sacred place.
You smiled bashfully and stepped back as you covered your flushed face with the back of your hand. âYou flatter me, Venti. I was just doing my part to sing praise to Lord Barbatos.â
Your fingers still clung lightly to the cross around your neck, trying to ground yourself and keep yourself calm by all this attention and praises he kept showering you with. It was more intimate ââââââthan usual and it always caused your stomach to flutter in delight.
Venti set his hand back to his side and neither of you said anything for a moment. His viridian eyes moved up and down your body, observing your clothes, your hair, and your movement, letting all of these details be engraved in his mind.Â
That is until you break the silence. âUm, Iâve got some errands to do, soâŠâ
Venti panicked, realizing he had been staring at his angel for too long than he realized. Before you could walk away, he grabbed at your hand, and it sent a pathetic rush of heat to his lower stomach.
âJust a moment. I have a question for you Iâve always been meaning to askâŠâ His gaze flickered to your cross and then back at your eyes that looked up at him with innocent curiosity as your lashes fluttered with each blink.
Archons, he wanted to eat you up.Â
âDo you ever wonder if the Anemo Archon hears you more clearly than anyone else?â he said more softly, his voice dipping into something low and intimate.
You blinked, surprised by the sudden seriousness of his tone.
âIâŠâ You hesitated, the question strange and unfamiliar. âI just sing with all my heart. If everyone liked my singing, then thatâs enough for me. ButâŠâ you paused, fiddling the cross around your finger as you looked across the altar and stared at the relics displayed. âIt would be nice if the Anemo Archon heard me and liked my voice.â
Venti's expression shifted, his eyes turning up in delight just barely.
âOf course he loves it, angel. Thatâs why it reaches him.â He leaned in again, just close enough for his breath to brush against your ear. âAnd it drives him wild, you know.â
You looked up at him with wide eyes, not quite sure if he was teasing you again. He only grinned, stepping back with a playful twirl of his cape.Â
âAh, but Iâve said too much! Youâll think Iâm just some overly romantic bard. I shall not take any more of your time.â
He stepped aside, letting you pass. Your shoulders brushed his slightly, leaving behind a faint trace of your perfume. It smelled sweet, clean, and something soft like lilies kissed by morning dew. He inhaled subtly, letting it linger in his senses.
With a playful wave, he called out, âMay the Anemo Archon bless your day, my sweet angel!â
You turned briefly, cheeks still warm. âYou too, Venti!â
The endearing nickname made your heart flutter as you stepped through the exit of the great cathedral. The doors shut behind you with a deep echo, sealing off the world outside.
Venti remained where he was before dropping into the pew with a soft sigh. He tilted his head back, letting his eyes slip shut as his arms stretched along the backrest. He glanced over and noticed a heap of cream-colored fabric resting on the pew. Curious, he reached over and dragged it closer.
He quickly recognized it as yours. The cardigan you wear on cold days, discarded right next to him. His eyes sparkled and his lips turned to a wide smile.Â
What a coincidence. He could use this as an excuse to show up at your house! The ever-helpful and kind friend personally delivering your lost belonging. Surely that would have you fall for him then!
But before he could do that, a strange impulse overtook him. He pulled the cardigan up to his face and proceeded to inhale deeply through his nose.
Your scent hit him like a kick to the nuts. A wave of heat rushed in his face and began to spread all the way down to his feet.Â
Barbatos have mercy, you smelled heavenly. He's managed to catch whiffs when you passed by him, but this is something else entirely.
He buried his nose into the fabric, groaning softly as he surrounded himself in your smell. He imagined it was your hair, burrowing into the sweet strands and combing through it with his fingers. How lovely that would be, to actually touch you with his own hands.
Your lips were a temptation the god could scarcely resist. How soft, plump, and pink it was that lingered on his thumb when he traced them. For you to wear such alluring makeup that made his cock hard mustâve been an invitation. A silent beckon to his sinful desires.Â
The silence within the cathedral was loud as Venti groaned and pressed his face deeper against the cotton fabric.
Faintly, he heard a voice in his head. A whisper. Not through lips, but through soul.
Your voice, not in song, but in prayer.
âPlease hear me, Anemo Archon⊠I only want to sing well for you. Please let my voice reach you in the next ceremony...â
Ventiâs breath caught, and a strong cold shiver ran through his entire body. He moaned and bucked his hips, inhaling your cardiganâs aroma deeply, engraving the perfume and scented detergent you used to wash your clothes.
How precious. How earnest.
You werenât singing, but he could still hear the melody behind your words.
He brought a hand down between his legs, groaning, and throwing his head back as he dropped the cardigan over his lap. A small drool slipped from the corner of his lips as he panted.
âYou already have, darling.â He answered back to nobody but to your prayer.Â
full fic of more nasty nasty stuff in my private blog >:)) message me to access the blog
'Oh, Anemo Archon, Iâve been wanting to see you for so long. Please give me a sign you have heard my prayers!'
When you finished, you opened one eye hesitantly, waiting for him to vanishâ for some sort of magical glow that would appear right before you as a sign that Barbatos heard your longing.
But nothing happened.
Venti still sat there with his chin in hand, watching you with a sly curve tugging at his lips as he produced a low chuckle.
âOh, [Name], you are sooo cute. Now youâre just tempting me to join there with you in the bed again.â
need venti to noncon impregnate angel so badly !!!! anyways i intentionally cut off the rest of the dream sequence so it may or may not seem so abrupt due to the dark implications of what was about to happen. i would opt to publish the entire part 2 here even if itâs âconsensualâ, but the latter half seems rapey (duh its a noncon two fic lol) so yeah.
same rule, [full version] is at my dark blog, including the entire explicit dream at the start (18+ ONLY! pls dm me for the password to access the @lilext blog | to old users: just message me for the new password)
warning (full fic): eroticized noncon, power dynamics, frequent usage of the word rape, corruption, angelâs very specific and highly-detailed rape fantasies that venti is quite âintriguedâ reading her mind, affectionate degradation, impregnation, mindfuck, dumbification, rape threats, dubcon, body modification
artist: chenshuisuhe
word count: 3k || 30k (full fic)
read part 1 preview [HERE].
âLord Barbatos, pleaseâŠâ
Caressed between warm body and cold sheets, your voice quivered into a whispered prayer as your breath grazed his divine mouth. His teasing touch glided along your thighs and his fingers dipped slowly toward the sensitive center of your core that felt both so sacred and forbidden at the same time.
âHm? Please what, my dear angel?â
You never thought the same popular bard who frequently watched you sing on Sundays at the Cathedral would be the very deity you prayed and sang for day and night.
Venti had been so consistent with his turnout that it had become a welcome addition to your weekly routine. You had always anticipated seeing him sitting in his usual pew, wearing that endearing look you brushed off as nothing more than friendly support from afarâ only to realize it was the God of Freedom himself listening to your hymns in his honor.
You never dared to imagine a god would graciously visit his devout angel in your own abode, let alone touch you so intimately that the line between dream and realityâ devotion and desireâ would blur until you no longer knew whether you were worshipping him or the other way around.
It felt too vivid to be false when his ghostly breath kissed your skin.Â
Too vivid that his forehead resting against yours was like two lovers entwined and inseparable.Â
Every curve of your body lay bare before him, exposed in such a way you were the sacred canvas meant for his eyes and body to devour and admire alone. He held you spread wide, one hand beneath the soft flesh of your thigh, keeping it aloft; your submission was that of a devoted follower where your virgin pussy was flaunted to the free air, kissed by the lulling winds.Â
Had it been in the publicâs eye, you wouldâve joined the geo slimesâ habitat beneath Teyvat, but his godly attention bestowed upon a mere mortal made you think otherwise. Perhaps years of fervent prayers to the one in whom the people of this land placed their faith in had finally drawn the heavensâ gaze, which had summoned Barbatos to cast his divine focus upon you.
If every single soul in Mondstadt had witnessed a pure native like you being touched so intimately by the God of Freedom, would they have recoiled in scandal or would they have fallen to their knees in awe?
Was this not the most wonderful blessing and the highest grace he could ever bestow upon one of his faithful?Â
A gift not of wine, wind, or song, but of himself, his touch, and his love poured directly into the heart and body of the one who never ceased to call upon his name.
And if they could see you now, would they not realize that your devotion had been answered in the most unearthly of ways? Lord Barbatos had always been here all along, watching over Mondstadt as preached by the Church amid the dissipating faith.
When his fingers brushed the sensitive nub of your clit, you made no move to resist or protest. Instead, a soft sigh of pleasure escaped you. Your gaze dropped meekly as he moved with such grace, stroking back and forth over the tender bud in slow rhythm. The friction sent shivers of delight through your core, sparking every nerve with a gratification so intense you were too shy to beg for more. Yet you were too enraptured to deny the addicting ecstasy of his touch.
For a young lady like you who had never known a manâs touch, such an act should have been deemed shameful and disgracefulâ a betrayal of the chastity you vowed to preserve for the Lord until marriage.
But thisâŠ
This was an exception.
To be graced by the presence of the Anemo Archon was already a rare miracle of itself.
This is a proof of his heavenly favor to his dear follower.Â
His touch felt less like sin and more like sanctificationâ a blessing bestowed upon you for your undying love for him, a reward from Celestia for all the prayers you had sung that soared past Mondstadtâs cathedral; it left even the Church itself paling in comparison.
His shaft nudged against your rear, sending a shiver through you as he leaned closer. Your breath hitched as his lips brushed the shell of your ear and his warmth veiled you in his holy aura.Â
You couldnât understand his murmurs, but it sounded like he was chanting. You watched his fingers embedded with Anemo that left a trail of mist and he didnât waste a second to slip them between your thighs to find the sensitive folds of your pussy. It instantly made you arch against him and grasp for his wrist. He traced over your lips, rubbed slow circles over your shy untainted clit that struck with precision as if he had already known every part of you.
He kissed your forehead, your eye, your lashes, your nose, your cheek, your lips, all the while he coaxed waves of molten bliss.Â
Your body melted as you sank into his showers of affectionate love. His gentleness overwhelmed all of your senses completely; each stroke was a spark of ecstasy that dissolved your rationale by his touch alone, leaving you pliant and breathless like the submissive little angel you were.
A whimper slipped from your lips as your eyes rolled back in the haze, meeting the smoldering teal of his lustful gaze that seemed to pierce through your soul. Barbatosâs low chuckle reverberated through the air which intensified the heat flushing across your face. His tattooed chest rumbled against your back as he pressed a tender kiss to your cheek, a little gift of blessing to your sweet, sinless soul.Â
His fingers never ceased their slow massage of drawing. Your toes curled as your legs instinctively closed together to preserve the rhythm and friction, only for him to dive his hand beneath your thigh and forcefully pry you open.
âMhm?!â
Your walls fluttered from the sudden rough treatment that had his gentle nature completely disregarded.
âAnswer me, angel. What were you begging for your Lord just now?â He reminded, his tone shifting to a more commanding tune that lost the tenderness he had shown before.
The abrupt change in his demeanour caught you off guard, yet it also made you undeniably and dangerously crave with curiosity of what could possibly trigger this switch of persona.Â
Were you stepping into a forbidden territory?Â
Would you regret it if you dared to sate your curiosity?
If you yielded, you might find yourself swallowed whole by pleasure you were never meant to touch. If you resisted, you might as well be filled with the torment of not knowing what divinity tasted like when unrestrained.
He had already given you so muchâ more than you could ever dream to ask of a godâ yet your heart desired for more.
Greed is a sin. And yet, in his arms, sin felt like salvation.
âUse me as you wish, pleaseâŠâÂ
Your voice fractured from how brittle you uttered each syllable. It sounded less like speech and more of a plea that masked as your usual prayers you had always offered to him.
You hoped he wouldnât catch on how needy you sounded. You hoped he wouldnât notice how hard you were trying to steady your breath. You desperately hoped he wouldnât stop gazing at you and to just keep caressing your dripping sex to the point your lewd fluids soaked his skin.
The godâs brow arched, a roguish glint flickering within his eyes as he leaned closer.
âOh? Are you aware of what youâre asking, little dove?â
You nodded, quite immediate than you realizedâ only to gasp when his slender digits slipped inside and stretched you with an insistent pressure.Â
The song of his cherubâs breathless moans and delicate sighs graced his ears. It was a symphony of unadulterated delight for the Anemo Archon to relish in as it filled the air with the purity of your surrender.Â
The anemo mark imprinted on your womb flared that pulsed along his touch. Barbatosâs essence flowed through you that bound your body and soul to his will. The cross necklace resting on your chest felt cool against your heated skin which served as a reminder of your former vows overshadowed by this god.
His fingers moved with mastery, curling within you to draw forth more of your fluids that dragged waves of ecstasy through your core. As your thighs quivered and toes curled, you melted against him from the buildup of an unbearable crescendo. His free hand that kept your leg raised moved to trace the glowing anemo mark. The moment he touched the tattoo, it instantly ignited a spark of pleasure-pain that had you arching into him.Â
The winds surrounding you seemed to hum in approval and it didnât help when both the breeze and his fingers amplified the intimacy of the moment. The hymns of moans offered to your god grew louder as he guided you closer to the edge of your release.
You shut your eyes tightly and your hands scrabbled at the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto as he expertly curled his long digits upwards, closing and opening them in scissoring motions to search that sweet, sweet spot that would make you yield for him.
Your chest heaved as you suck in a ragged breath. The sensation was overwhelmingly stimulating yet not enough to ease the incrementing heat, a paradox that made your mind feel foggy with pleasure.
âM-My LordâŠâ you gasped, almost closing around his hand as he continued his relentless ministrations. The pleasure was too much but he refused to stop.
"You can take it." His voice was muffled against your neck, a hint of amusement threading through the seriousness. "Trust me to know what you need. You said it yourself Iâd use you however I see fit, correct?â
His promise hung heavy in the air, and you nodded obediently from the guarantee that wrapped around you. He urged his hands up further and further until they disappeared entirely. Barbatos was set in hunting your weak spots that caused stars to burst behind your closed eyelids.Â
The bed groaned beneath, full-bodied and knowing when you made a sweeping slide against his hips before something new made itself known below youâ his girth was punishingly present between your legs. The little excited gasp from you inched his eyes up and had his fingers gripping at the flesh of your thighs to pull the grind of your hips impossibly closer.Â
His tongue pressed into the flesh of your neck in a long fat trail, causing the world to narrow down to the overwhelming sensation coursing through you. Your body shuddered and your hands hastily reached for the back of his head, clutching onto his short dark locks like your life heavily depended on it. A low moan escaped him while his fingers moved in and out of you, determined to draw your release from your overtaxed nerves.
From the sinful whimpers that echoed through the chambers of your pharynx, as alluring as a temptressâs call, and the unfamiliar sensations crawling over every nerve, you would have squirmed and writhed to get away from him. On the contrary, you were trying to get closer to rub yourself like an animal in heat.
Without thinking, Barbatos withdrew his hand from your weeping cunt, revealing his fingers glistening with your sinful essence as he held them before you, exposing you to your lustful desires for your own god. The sight of your arousal coating his digits sent a wave of shame through you. You instinctively closed your legs and averted your gaze anywhere else but the accusing sheen of his hand.
He tutted from behind and the simple chide deepened the color across your face.Â
âJust from this and youâre already so drenched? I expected more restraint from my devoted cherub. I never took you to be so dirty and deprived. You ought to be shameful if youâre utterly consumed by desire when you kneel before me.â
âIâm⊠Iâm sorry⊠Iâll make amends for it! P-please⊠donât stopâŠâ You stammered as tears streamed down your cheeks, the emptiness below you left you aching and longing for the return of his touch.
His tongue flicked on your cheek to taste the salty tears before dragging slowly to the corner of your mouth, ghosting his hot breath over your ear as his lips curved into an ominous smile.
âHush now. If you truly want to be forgiven, then show me. Show me how deeply you repent,â he said as his thumb brushed the tear-streaked skin of your face.
Before your mind could drift in glee, he shoved you down onto the bed with a slight bounce.Â
âH-huh? AHâ!â
A startled yelp slipped at the roughness of his hands seizing your hips, hauling you back with a predatory strength that made your pussy throb. There was no mistaking the raw hunger in the way he manhandled youâ the Anemo Archon needed to ravage the little dove until it could no longer fly.
Your body surrendered without struggle as he forced you into place, lifting your hips until your legs folded beneath you. The upper half of your body sprawled flat on the bed, cheek pressed against the cool bite of your cross and the sheets beneath, while your hips and ass remained suspended high, exposing your intimate parts in a scandalous display. Your fingers curled into the fabric as you dared to glance over your shoulder.
The view of him towering above you fired a violent shiver down your spine at the brazen vulnerability of your pose. His once carefree eyes had darkened into an indescribable ferociousness as he observed the small dribble of your arousal trickling to the slit of your folds. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths; you might just die right now underneath him from suffocation from the tension alone.
He clamped down onto your sides as he yanked you back towards him roughly. You squealed, your cries muffled against the pillow as your stomach tattoo pulsed in time with your racing heartbeat.
The bed creaked as he adjusted before his hand tangled in your hair and pinned your head firmly into the pillow while he settled behind you.
âSuch a beautiful offering laid bare for your Archon, ready to receive my humble seeds.â He purred in approval, moistening his dried lips as he watched your cunt drip.
For a split second, your mind raced as the tip of his cock nudged your folds so dangerously when he rubbed himself against you. Panic-thrill surged through you from head to toe as you grappled with what was about to happen.
âMy Lord, Iâm notâ I donât think Iâm prepared for this yetââÂ
Your words were cut off as your eyes locked onto his throbbing, massive archon cock. His veins pulsed with vigor that seemed to radiate some kind of power, dripping with pre-ejaculation you never imagined a god would inherit a mortal function.
The sheer size and intensity of it alone made you trembleâ because, archons, that definitely wouldnât fit inside you. You could already tell from a single glance you could barely hold his girth with both hands, a formidable presence that seemed to defy the boundaries of your mortal flesh, and that was enough of a message he would annihilate your pussy.
Was this a punishment you were lusting for your god? No, rather, was it because you were lusting over Venti under the impression he is the Anemo Archon in disguise?
Were you facing his judgement?Â
Was it because you were no longer faithful to the God of Freedom and thatâs why he ought to punish you?Â
Barbatos ignored your cries and only leaned closer where his tip drew dangerously close to inserting itself into you.
âIâm sorry! Iâm sorry! Please, d-donât put it inâ! It wonât fit! It wonât, it wonâtâ"
You jolted upright in bed, panting heavily like you had been running for your life. Disoriented, you blinked rapidly, then looked downâ your twisted blanket clung to your damp skin. You sat there in stunned silence, waiting for your heart to calm down as your mind still replayed flashes of unholy images of a certain bard.
So⊠was it all just a dream?
Barbatos. The visit. The way he touched you. Undressed you. Made love to you as if you were something more divine than him.Â
Your cheeks flamed up at the thought. Could you even call it a nightmare? No, it was a mix of both good and bad dreams. It was something else entirely.Â
It was vivid, yes, but it was too intimate.Â
For a moment you thought his grip was still on your hips, and his voice still rang in your ears as if he was still there next to you.
Your hand flew to your throat, swallowing down the empty blockage, but you faintly tasted something⊠salty? No, it was more acridâ almost bitterâ that clung stubbornly to your tongue. The undesirable taste made your stomach churn. Did you eat another expired food without checking last night?Â
Your fingers mindlessly reached for your lips while your thoughts drifted off to the tingling sensation of his mouth fiercely pressing upon yours in a messy tongue-tied kiss. Every breath came in shallow, ragged gasps when it felt too surreal to be just simply a wet depraved desires of a virgin maiden.
Venti appeared in your dream.Â
But it wasnât exactly Venti per seâ it was Barbatos.Â
âŠOr so he claimed to beâŠ
He visited you. But he made love to you.Â
Or could you even call it love if you felt⊠violated even if it was a dream?
Is that a sin if you had a wet dream of the Anemo Archon?Â
Or is it worse that you pictured your bard friend as the Anemo Archon?
Whatâs the opposite of non-sharing? Like what if im the type who LOOOVES to share venti to everyone? If thereâs non sharing, then there should be a âsharingâ label right? Right???
In fact you can go claim him as yours for all you want but lemme spoil you with venti contents
Habibi deserves all that love and as for me, i want to be the escoffier of creating grand feast for venti x reader contents
Oh you love venti? Here you go :D
Oh you want some smut? No problemo iâll whip up some for you!
What? You want it extremely spicy? Ohohoho i gotchu luv ;)
Huh?! You want something dark?! Huehuehue (rubs hands)â Ahem⊠come to the storage room. I have all the⊠stuff in there. Dont worry no one will judge you.
Obviously he doesn't look it, but Venti is much stronger than he appears since he is Barbatos after all. I like to imagine him surprising his s/o by lifting her up with ease to fuck her against the wall. His strength arouses her and it's obvious how much more she's into it with how scratched up his back is from their session and how much more vocal she is.
masterlist 1; masterlist 2
warning: NSFW content under the cut
word count: 1.2k
You don't know how you got into this but when you first blinked you found yourself cornered against a wall and your wrists above your head as someone held them in their hands. Venti slid a hand under the hem of your t-shirt to touch the hot, smooth skin of your torso, running around your back and up.
In immediate need and desire, heâs working your lips, his mouth is indulgent and languorous, sliding his tongue against yours. A muffled sound of surprise reached his ears and he relished your moans as much as he could. Once his hands were content in feeling your warm body against his palm, he reached for his head and whipped his hat off, tossing it to the side.
Heâs using it to brace himself against the wall, trapping you in the most dangerous way. One hand on either side of your head and he hunches over you, fingers splayed against the exposed cold wall and elbows bending and straightening with each shift as his kiss ebbed and flow.
You want him closer. You want to feel every part of his body, his heat and weight, pressed against you, so you fist the cotton on his shirt and pull. He abided your beckon, standing to his full height and sliding a hand up your outer thigh and under your skirt. He traces the edge of your panties as his tongue traces the inside of your top lip.
A sound of yelp came from you when his hands went underneath your legs and lifted you up. Venti pulled your legs around his hips, then pinned you to the wall. His mouth was on your neck while his hands were cupping your ass. Your legs were draped over his forearms and heâs so fucking warm, but you shiver.
Youâve never thought Venti was able to carry you like this despite his small stature and slim body. You held his face in your hands and took his bottom lip between your teeth and pulled, making him huff a breath like a small chuckle and heâs grinning ear to ear.
âExcited are we?â The tone sounded more of a statement than a question. Once youâve let his lips go and move freely, you licked and nipped his ear as you slowly slid your arms around his neck and tugged his short hair.
He began to grind into you.
The soft, thick cotton of his shorts dampening from the slick was seeping through the crotch of your panties. The glass orb of his anemo vision that was on his hip was cool against the hot, delicate skin of your inner thigh.
He shifted one of his hands under your ass to pull at the fabric between your thighs then wrapped his fingers entirely around the fabric and ran his knuckles along your wet slit.
âCan I?â he whispered and your brain spun. Regardless of the intoxication of alcohol taking over him, he can still make sense of his surroundings and whatâs happening right now.
Itâs more than okay. But him asking permission, even though he has the upper hand â literally and figuratively â pushed you so close to coming you canât use words to answer. You vigorously nod and he pushed inside you with his long middle finger.
âTake off mine,â he said as you kissed and licked each other. You trailed one hand down from his shoulder, over his chest and stomach, flipped your hand up under his corset and white top then grazed his skin. You were working on his button to open and push his shorts down as best you can before reaching inside and pulling him out. Your thumb ran over his head as your fingers wrapped around his thickness.
Venti lowly groaned and gritted through his teeth, pressing his forehead to yours and slipping another finger inside you. You bit your lip and pulled him close to you with your legs, tightening around his middle.
âA-are you sure you want to do it here?â you asked breathily and he nodded. The risk of getting caught here is quite high it might even attract nearby attention if the two of you are so loud in this alley.
âHmm,â he hummed. âDonât worry, I got you.â He reinforced his grip under your ass.
You reached behind him with the hand that isnât full of his cock and he pushed the fingers that arenât fucking you into the back of your hair.
âWe good?â he checks in with you again, keeping eye contact, and you are so turned on by his constant consideration. You give him verbal reassurance this time.
âYeahâŠâ
He nodded and licked his lips before pulling your panties to the side and lifted you as he pulled you down onto him. You both gasped as he moved you up and down his dick, slowly working his way inside, spreading your wetness and opening you wider with each shallow thrust. Once heâs fully seated, he pulls out then slams back into the hilt. A loud cry escaped from your throat and he quickly covered your mouth with his to quiet your noises within the alleyways of the city.
He moved in and out of you and you feel every inch of him everywhere inside. Youâre so full and right on the edge. You breathed out a gasp, breaking the kiss for a bit before Venti immediately latches his lips with yours once again to get himself drunk from your wanton moans. You hang one arm around his neck while the other is gripping on his arm, your nails scratching his skin that will surely leave a mark after this.
Venti is fucking you into the wall, again and again, and again. Youâre reminded of telling your friends back in the tavern how youâd wreck him if given the opportunity. Now heâs doing it to you, heeding your wish when he eavesdropped back there. Not that youâre complaining.
He kept his mouth on yours and you felt that familiar sensation tingling in your gut before it started to spread like a current of electricity outward and straight to where youâre joinedâ where youâre pressing on your clit so his thrusts rubbed against you just right. Your moans become more emphatic and frantic and suddenly your skin breaks into a sweat. You pulled your mouth from his and smacked your head back against the wall with a wail.
Ventiâs crashing into you through your orgasm, grunting, and his grip on your ass and hips was bruising. Youâll have something to remember him by for a few days at least. Then you feel his hips start to stutter and his mouth is on yours again as he quickly pulls out and cums on your stomach, muffling his own shout.
You hung from his shoulders, trying to catch your breath. He rubbed his dick against you, smearing his seeds all over your skin before he readjusted your panties with such care that it makes you tremble anew. Then he gently sets your feet to the ground, caressing your wobbling thighs.
He kisses you and asks if youâre good. You assured him that you are better than good. âThat was a literal dream come true, so Iâm really good.â You giggled and wiped the sweat dripping on your face.
He smiled as he put himself back together and reached for his hat then beckoned you to lock your arms with his. âDo you want to go home or go back to the tavern?â
You joined your arms with his and laid your head on his shoulder. âHome. Iâm kinda sleepy,â Venti nodded and smiled at you, still a little dazed either from the alcohol or from the quickie, youâre not sure but he escorted you as you both made your way into the light.
Theres something so sad yet hauntingly beautiful when venti asks you to wear your wedding dress every time you celebrate the anniversary with him. The idea of forgetting you scares him and itâs bound that gods like him are prone to erosion.
Each anniversary, his gifts become more grandiose. Bouquets made from rare species of flowers that bloom only once a century, songs crafted from forgotten languages, starlight bottled in glass that glimmers whenever he thinks of you.
Every year, it haunts him that one day heâll forget about you. He hides it behind songs, laughter, and celebrations, but you can feel it in the way he holds your hand too tightly. The way he stares at you like heâs trying to memorize every detail of your faceâ before time steals it from himâ makes him want to cry in front of you and let his feelings and fears be known, but he suppresses it.
He doesnât want to ruin the day. He doesnât want to ruin the anniversary. Your smile is too beautiful for it to be marred by his own selfish feelings.
Thatâs why he puts every ounce of his love into these moments. Heâs desperate to ensure you remember, even if one day he canât.
Though in order to combat erosion, he needs to hibernate for hundreds of years to sustain his powers. And if you were a being with longevity equal to his, he would ask without hesitation or shame for you to sleep beside him and stay by his side.
Surrendering centuries together so that you could wake in each otherâs arms again is his only wish.
And it wouldnât be a burden for you to abide his dreams. It never was.
The thought of waking up with his body curled around yours, his breathing against your shoulder, his wings wrapped protectively around you, makes the centuries of slumber feel like only mere moments.
âEven if the world changes⊠even if I do⊠promise youâll be there when I open my eyes again,â he whispers, caressing your ring perfectly nestled on your finger before slowly intertwining your hands together intimately.
Though if you were a mortal, it would be more difficult. Heâd put ten times more the effort in the dates. You might sense that something is troubling him.
His laughter would sometimes waver. His fingers would linger a little too long when he brushes your cheek. His eyes would soften with a kind of longing that feels too melancholic for your liking.
Venti holds you as if youâll evaporate in his arms. Sometimes he watches you sleep with a smile too tight to be genuine. Sometimes the songs and poems he writes for you sound almost like farewells even when he swears they arenât.
It pains him that your time moves faster than his. And no matter how hard he tries to outrun erosion, he canât outrun mortality. So he cherishes every moment with a desperation he never lets you see.
Every laugh. Every kiss. Every anniversary where you wear the wedding dress he adores. He pins them inside his mind and writes every piece of you in his collection of poems tucked away in a hidden journal.
Each memory of you must be bright, vivid, and unforgettableâ something he can hold on to even when centuries threaten to wash them away.
Because one day, he will wake up and you wonât be there next to him.
elli...!! i dont know if someone has already done this so feel free to ignore but... what if...
venti is a sex worker and he was hired by y/n. usually his customers would be more experienced, and would lean more on doing rougher stuff, so he was surprised when he met y/n in her house, being inexperienced and kind of shy, asking for just a kiss. her reason being, she never had a boyfriend before and her peers are teasing her for being a virgin and not getting her first kiss yet... so she hired venti for.. experience and practiceÂż >/////< then of course things will escalate from there since venti gets attracted to her, so he'll seduce her into giving in to him... hehe... then maybe after that they'll meet more and get to know each other better o/////o
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It was unexpected.
Really. What are the chances that the sex worker you hired would be someone you know? Especially if itâs a close friend of yours. Sure, Venti throws dirty jokes here and there for fun, but to discover this was his actual job?
Youâre not one to judge but it was really unexpected. Never in your life would you ever possibly think he would be your practice partner in experiencing sexual intercourse when youâre a beginner yourself. And you canât really blame the company when practically Venti was assigned to fulfill your commission.
You sat at the edge of your bed idly, hands over your knees clenched into a fist as you tried your best to quiet your heavy anxious breaths. You really hope youâre not breathing too loudly lest itâll make more things awkward with him.
You could feel he was gazing at you occasionally but averted when you caught him. How long has it been since youâve invited him to your room? 5 minutes? Or more than that? Honestly, you donât know when all your head was fussing about was how to handle this awkward tension.
Itâs not like Venti hadnât been here. He only visited once and thatâs it. You pretty much bond outdoors more than indoors. Ah, if only you could talk to him casually like an afternoon Tuesday and itâll be an easy breeze.
But thatâs easier said than done.
You shifted, fiddling with your hands, trying to find the right words for a starting conversation. But Venti was quick to start before you could even open your lips.
âHey, we donât need to do it if you donât want to alright? We prioritize your comfort over the actual thing.â
Oh no.
This doesnât sound good at all. Does he want to stop it because he doesnât want to disappoint you or himself?
Your voice came out so nervously.
âI-I donât mind at all, please donât stop it because I also feel nervous. If anythingâŠâ
You paused, trying to pick up your nerve again. âIf anything we should try our best to get through this!â
WowâŠ
You really made things more awkward than ever, huh?
âTry our best to get throughâ? Really? Was that the best you could think of?
Archons, you just want to hide yourself, drown in the abyss of the sea, and never show your face to him ever again.
Your frenzied thoughts were interrupted by a small laughter. Venti was laughing but it was obvious he was holding back from bursting out out of courtesy.
âHaha! Thatâs so like you! I still canât believe youâd be so interested in this kind of thing, [Name].â
Well, in the end, he did burst out into a hearty laugh after all. And he wasnât holding back his tears either. Your face warmed up, the embarrassment becoming a shame, and the shame turned to a playful anger. You huffed, cheeks puffed out with your lips pursed.
âYae keeps on teasing me how Iâm still a virgin...â You mumbled under your breath.
Maybe you should be thanking him instead? Even though youâre mad at him for teasing you at least it eased the awkwardness, somewhat.
He gave you a soft look as he replied, âAre you sure youâre alright with this? With me being your partner?â
You quieted down as you gazed at him. His eyes were soft and comforting, as there was also a dash of reassurance. With Venti, someone who you know very well, being your partner to experience within the world of lust, itâs a safe choice.
You could even ask him questions if you have any concerns which makes contact much easier. You didnât hesitate anymore as you smiled reassuringly at him.
A simple nod from you was enough to confirm and wash away his doubts and worries.
âAlright. Can you close your eyes?â He requested.
You nodded and waited patiently for his instruction. His finger traced along your brow, making you giggle lightly. His gentle touch left warmth running down your spine. No more than a later, something soft and warm made contact upon your cheeks.
You opened your eyes to see what was it that brushed onto you but Ventiâs hand softly covered them, making your vision return to its dark state.
âSorry, I wasnât being clear.â His voice was now soft and breathy and you shivered from how his breath was fanning your cheeks. âYou can open them once I tell you so. In the meantime, keep them close for me, okay?â
You gave a shy nod as you bit your lower lip. Not knowing what was happening made you so anxious, but with how gentle and caring he holds you against him felt so safe and reassuring.
It seems he understood your situation. So you decided to relax a little, closing your eyes and slowly exhaling while he moved his arms around you.
Soon after, he began to nuzzle at your ear, gently caressing the flesh of your neck with the tips of his fingers. The warmth from his hands slowly traveled towards your body, raising your body temperature up.
Then his fingers stopped over to your lips. He traced them slowly and lightly, caressing them as if memorizing every contour of your lips. A few moments passed by before his fingers touched your lower lip and you let out a gasp of pleasure. Then, the pad of his thumb slowly grazed your bottom lip, causing you to suckle on them unconsciously.
You heard a soft groan and your heart raced, your stomach tightening and your core beginning to become warm. You heard him faintly curse under his breath, and the creaking of the bed signified he was searching for a comfortable position.
Because a second later, one hand was on your hips holding you close to him while the other was parting your lips.
âCan IâŠ?â He asked.
It was obvious what he was asking, and your heart beat faster and faster from his short yet heart-throbbing question. It was racing through the roof, chasing the highs of your adrenaline.
You nodded again. The urge to open your eyes was strong but you resisted, scolding yourself to follow Ventiâs words.
It felt so sensual, the feel of his rough fingers pressed against your skin, almost tickling it. And that caused another gasp to come from you, however, something slightly warm and soft was pressing onto your pink lips.
Venti moved his head forward, softly kissing your lips, nibbling and sucking the soft flesh of your mouth. You were unsure on what to do and how to reciprocate the kiss. Should you lean? Tilt your head? Or open your lips a bit? You decided the latter option is the safest one.
Slowly parting them, you moaned when he gently bit on your lower lip. You clutched onto his shirt, your brows digging deeply into your temple as you calmed the heat running through you. The kiss felt so good that you almost forgot what you were supposed to be doing. When Venti broke the kiss you whined and you heard him chuckling. Even with your eyes closed, you can sense he had that teasing smile painting on his face.
"Venti?" You called when he didn't make any sounds or movements. The said male hummed then the bed shifted. Were you supposed to open your eyes now? But Venti hadn't given you any signals yet. You opted to keep them close and it was good that you did because your face was beet red as you fiddled with your fingers.
"Can we continue the kiss, please?" You asked in a small voice. Venti chuckled at your shy plea.
"Of course."
It didn't take any longer for him to return his lips to yours. You hummed lightly, relaxing against him. He hugged your waist, carefully holding you close. With his hand cupping your cheeks, you wonder if your shyness was being dissolved because of his comforting presence.Â
The kisses were short and sweet and Venti would break away for a second and then return to you immediately. Perhaps so you can breathe effectively, but you paid no mind to it because you'd chase after him every time he parts.
This time it lasted longer. You were beginning to adjust to such intimacy that your breathing began to accelerate along with the increasing warmth and tingly sensation in your stomach. The flush in your cheeks deepened when you felt something prodding at your mouth's entrance.Â
You fell onto your bed with a soft landing and Venti planted one hand beside your head while still cupping your cheek. He licked your lips, asking for permission, and when you granted him he wasted no time to taste you deeper into the sweet nectar. He tilted his head, kissing you again and again and again but with passion.
Softly moaning against him, you returned his kisses. You clutched, gripped, and held onto his shoulder as you fought back against the orgasmic pleasure. This has been going on for a while and yet, he hadnât given up yet. You enjoyed each kiss and bite from his tongue and teeth, not stopping until he earned another moan from you.
He kissed you deeper, this time pushing his tongue into you and you gasped. Your legs squirmed, reaching out for something until they locked onto his hips. Venti grunted, one hand moving over to cover your eyes while the other kept your hips against the mattress as he lightly bucked his hips to yours.
Oh godâŠ
For your first kiss, this man feels so good⊠You whimpered beneath him. A low sound escaped your lips. He chuckled. He doesnât mind at all, does he?
âCute,â He murmured, brushing some hair off your face and tilting his head up to look at you with lustful eyes. You blushed again and averted your gaze down. His lips curled upwards. It must be something about you that made you so sweet, like sugar and honey mixed together.
You shook your head and looked back at him. âI-Iâm sorry⊠Iâve never been with anyone⊠So this isnât⊠I donâtââ
As you were rumbling, you were cut off by the same pair of lips that had you instantly melting. You gasped as he took your lips with his, aggressively making you gasp again and causing more goosebumps to pop up on your body.
With one hand wrapped around the nape of your neck, the other still holding your face to his, you heard him whisper. âI told you to close your eyes, didnât I? Just relax and enjoy, [Name].â
The warmth in his voice caused you to nod, relaxing and feeling his hands glide from your face to your shoulder blades.
His fingers spread over your skin and then glided lower, gliding across your lower back and dipping under the hem of your shirt.
And he kissed you again, deep and soft. The tip of his tongue flicked against the roof of your mouth, sending shivers down your spine.
You whimpered louder, unable to suppress the shy excitement bubbling within you. Your hips begin to squirm again, craving more friction and movement.
His tongue continues to dance between your lips, making you shudder against him. Slowly, he lets go of your lips, kissing down your chin and neck. His lips met the spot where your jawline meets your collarbone and you felt his hot breath on your skin. He nuzzled against you, quietly admiring how pink you were just from a long kiss. You turned your head, keeping his hair from tickling your skin.
A moment passed before his lips started to lick and suck at the area, sending another wave of bliss rushing throughout your entire body. God, is this what making out feels like?
Your entirety was burning hot, your nerves receiving one shock to another, and you felt so wet between your legs. All of these, all of what Venti is doing to you is making you feel an immeasurable pleasure of bliss.
You donât know what you were doing except to moan and whimper his name out from your pretty mouth.
âHmm⊠VentiâŠâ
The said man grunted, his teeth grazing your flesh before biting and sucking your skin. You muffled your screams with your hands. With the darkness and bites combining with each other, itâs difficult to grasp what Venti will do next.
Because by the time you were thinking of it, his lips traveled to your neck and returned to kissing you. After giving you a good long and deep kiss he parted, a small string of saliva following after him.
He gulped his heavy breaths and permitted you to open your eyes. Your whole face was red and sweaty, your lips once coated with balm were now gone and replaced with the dripping of saliva, and your clothes were slightly disarray.
But youâre not complaining.
âYou can open your eyes,â
As you obliged his words, Venti was gazing at you deeply. His green optics swirled with a great amount of lust. He hovered over you, his hands slipping beneath your shirt to caress your soft and warm skin so he could remember all areas of your body from his palm alone.Â
Through your hazy vision, you can faintly make out some of your tinted balms were all over his lips. It'd be nice to paint his face with your lipstick...
But maybe on another day.
Putting his temple against yours, his breathy voice gave you shivers. âContinue or stop?â He asked.
You too were panting, so occupied by those delicious kisses he fed you that you eventually forgot to answer him.
âYes or no? If you donât answer Iâll take that as a no, [Name].â He kissed your jaw, his palm so dangerously close to your breasts that he was already fiddling with the underband of your bra.
Without hesitation, you replied, âContinue, please.â
OMG ELLIIIIII HAVR YOU SEEN VENTI'S BIRTHDAY ART??????? His hair sooooo FLUFFY. That's how I've always invisioned his hair to be.
Now I'm jealous he doesn't exists, cus I wish to comb through his hair...AGH. Curse reality.
I love that his bday illustrations always portray him with this soft, longing look đ„ș it makes him seem more gentle and delicate and this is the side of venti i am absolutely weak for. I wish we could this more of him in game đ
And speaking of delicate, my eyes instantly went to his gorgeous sexy hands when the illustration was uploaded đ itâs another addition to my shrine
i was scrolling on my fyp when i ended up watching about archers having strong arms and what not.. so like, what are your thoughts on ventiâs (possible) sleeper build or idk đ€€ yummy back and biceps
Anon do you have access in my notes?? Have you bypassed my firewalls?? Cuz i was just literally writing about ventiâs biceps đ§ââïž
No seriouslyâ this ask popped up in my notif just as i was editing out the scene of angel being headlocked by him (lucky girl ugh)
Anyways degenerate elli is taking over and my simple answer is i want to be manhandled by daddy venti đ«Š I dont mind getting chocked as long as its him doing it đ
A warm sensation, trickling wet and warm breath, was what woke you up. You could hardly see in this dark room, with only the faint light from your window being the source, but you could see a dark tousled hair and hear faint hums.
You tried to focus your sight in this dark but once again found that there was something between your legs. That, and your moans had increased since your brain had finally awoken from its deep slumber.
Then your eyes opened fully. You immediately shut them, feeling embarrassed by what you were seeing.
Were you dreaming? Perhaps, but it felt too real to be a dream. A tongue was pushed inside your pussy and you moaned deeply. The other hand found its way to your breast and began kneading it slowly.
You recognized those hands, the way heâd reach up to your chest and fondle them yet you forced yourself to shut your eyes tightly. Venti continued eating you out, moving his face closer to yours until you felt him biting your clit. He must have taken off your panties because now you felt the cool air coming from outside.
And then he lifted his head and looked into your eyes as he smiled wickedly. âThe princess finally woke up,â he said with a hint of teasing tone in it.
It was difficult to look at him in the eyes when there were your juices staining his lips and dripping on his chin. He licked his lips, savoring your taste before diving back to his haven.
âDonât mind me. I was just getting my daily dose of you,â he whispered against your weeping sex. âDid you know you taste so good?â His blunt question made you red, warm, and hot at the same time, you deliberately convulsed.
You didnât reply but a whimper. Venti smirked and trailed his fingers down your belly to your dripping lips.
He gave it a quick lick before shoving two fingers inside your cunt. You tried to hold back, you wanted him to do it properly but he already seemed too lost in his own pleasure.
âHmm,â he moaned. âCould do this all day to you, princess.â He thrust his fingers in and out while he lapped your insides. You held onto his head, squirming and shivering and he opened your legs wider to get more access which allowed him to run his tongue upward across your slitâfilling his mouth once again with your intoxicating taste.
Reaching your clit, he swirled his tongue around it several times before giving it the light-sucking motion he knew would drive you absolutely crazy.
Not slowing down, he pulled his head back slightly and began to truly eat you out, his tongue flicking over your folds in rapid succession. At the same time, his two fingers deep inside you curled to stimulate your G-spot while his tongue attacked your clit. Venti was determined to make you cum like crazy, to drive you completely insane in a fog of pure pleasure.
Your moans turned loud and louder, your breaths short and ragged. Your climax was almost here, your body trembling.
âVentiâŠIâm gonna cum!â you gasped as the orgasm hit you. You arched your back, forcing your body forward as your legs gripped Ventiâs head.
Venti ravaged you like a madman, leaving no drops behind as he drank all of them. The noisy slurps, the moans vibrating against you, his fingers digging into your skinâ it was all too much. You gripped the bedsheets and buried your face in the pillow.
To be woken up like this startled you but that orgasm felt too good. You were so warm and hot, that not even the night breeze was enough to cool your burning post-orgasm body.
But youâre too sheepish to admit it to him, more so to beg and ask him to ravish you more until you wonât feel your legs anymore.Â
He cleaned up your juices with his tongue before covering your lips in kisses. âYouâre so delicious, angel,â he murmured between your thighs as he licked his way up. His hands roamed over your curves, tracing each contour, enjoying the sensation of your soft skin against his fingers.Â
âLook at me,â though a mess, you hear him faintly. âLook at me, [Name].â He repeated and so you obliged reluctantly, meekly gazing at him below you. You saw his face as his breathing calmed, calm despite the fact he spent minutes on youâ probably even hoursâ and was probably exhausted from lack of sleep.
His gaze went back to your eyes and he let go of your thighs, letting his arms drop to his sides. He crawled over you and lifted your shirt until it rested above your chest.
You shivered from the cool air hitting you, your breasts now in their glorious bareness to him. Venti stroked them gently and moved lower until he reached your core. With one long finger, he dipped into you and you cried out.
âThere, thereâŠthat feels so good. Letâs see if we can make it feel even better,â he teased you. He slid his finger inside, rubbing around your walls and feeling your inner muscles spasm. Your breathing became heavier and harder as your arousal built up.
He continued, moving his finger deeper each time. He bit your shoulder hard enough to leave marks but he didnât stop, he simply intensified it. âGods, you are so fucking cute,â he muttered as he nipped your earlobe.
You moaned, hiding your face in the crook of his neck while you wrapped yourself around him. He softly kissed your jaw, littering it with small kisses and bites, then he traveled downwards to your chest, treating them the same as before but with an added groping and squeezing from his free hand.
With one finger, he circled your nipple and took it between his lips. They puckered instantly at his rough kiss, another moan escaped your lips.
Licking and sucking every inch of them, he teased your nipples constantly switching one to another. He sucked them firmly, tugging lightly while his fingers worked in and out of your slick pussy. The pleasure was building and building, the knot in your tummy beginning to tighten the further he stimulated you.
Ventiâs voice was husky, full of lust. âYou donât know the things you do to me,â he groaned when he felt your insides flexing in his fingers. âSleeping beauty will never sleep again.â
You tightened your grip around his hips, moaning as he circled your sensitive bud. âYou love this, right? Love what Iâm doing to your body?â he asked, watching you intently as he switched to your other breast.
A soft cry escaped your lips. You couldnât speak. All you could do was pant and gulp for air as your body racked with tremors. You screamed when he moved his fingers faster and harder in your gummy walls, opening and motioning them in every possible way he could think to reach your depths.
You held onto his shoulders for dear life, tears streaming from your eyes as you cried his name. âVenâVentiâ oh! Hah⊠Hmm, good. Sâgood...â
You babbled every praise your poor head could think of amidst these lust-filled thoughts. You crave more of him, more of his mouth and his hands; you want his dick inside of you, pumping away to your clit until you have a mind-blowing orgasm that leaves you limp and helpless on the bed.
Venti kept going, his fingers thrusting into you again and again as his tongue continued to lap, swirl, and lick. The words coming from your lips died off, turning instead to a constant, vibrating moan as your body shook from orgasm after orgasm.
Sweat dripped down on Ventiâs forehead. His whole body ached and his limbs were numb. But he didnât stop moving. He went faster, harder, until you were in a toe-curling state of pleasure from merely his mouth and fingers.
Until you coat his fingers with your cum.
Until he eats and drinks and gulps down all of your womanly essence.
Until his dick throbbed in his shorts from arousal, hardening and dripping with pre-cum.
Until he could fill you with his seeds till the end of the day.
Oh, to turn you in this kind of state is an achievement only he could succeed. In the end, he couldn't help but revel in the satisfaction of his sweet angel begging for the great reverie of her beloved archon.
