#cabernet

[drawkill]

Big fan of evil woman.

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Cabernet Braised Beef Ribs

[kurogane2512]

Bon Appetit~

18+ CONTENT

Games: Genshin Impact, Path to Nowhere, Wuthering Waves

Characters: Ningguang, Cabernet, Cantarella x fem!reader (separate)

Type: pretty much pure smut

Ningguang

"Lady Ningguang, could you— Oh, she's not here?" Baishi called out as she opened the door to the Tianquan's office, only to be surprised to see the Tianquan wasn't there and instead her lover was seated at her desk.

"Ms Y/n, do you know where she is?" Baishi enquired.

"O-Oh....! Um— ngh..... I don't know.... s-she just said she had some— aah.... important work....~" you struggled to form coherent words but did your best to speak to not make Baishi suspicious.

"....I see, that's a bit strange. She would never go anywhere without informing one of us...." Baishi pondered, "Anyways, I will look for her. Sorry for the disturbance." she then bowed and closed the door, finally leaving you alone and you let out a sigh of relief which was quickly replaced by a sharp moan.

"Aaahn— N-Ning....fuck...!~"

"Mm, such a good girl. This is important work indeed~" Ningguang husked from underneath the table as she knelt between your legs.

It all began just a few minutes ago when you came to meet her, hoping for her to take a break from her never-ending work. It was all going well until she suddenly stood up and pulled you closer by your wrist then made you sit on her chair. She straddled you soon after, passionately kissing you before trailing her lips down your body and before you could react, she sunk to her knees between your legs. She was quick to remove her hair pin and let her silvery locks flow freely before spreading your legs apart, exposing your clothed core which already had a damp patch.

And just like that, your pants and underwear were pulled down swiftly. Although, unlike the hastiness for removing your clothes, Ningguang took her time with pleasuring you. Once you were fully exposed to her touch, she teased you by kissing your inner thighs first and lightly rubbing your clit with her thumb. You bit your lower lip as you watched; it was surreal to see the Tianquan on her knees this way, after all. But you both knew you were the only one she'd kneel for— other than Rex Lapis, of course.

Once Baishi left, Ningguang dived in to finally give you what you craved— and take what she desired. Her lips latched onto your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves while her fingers easily slipped inside you. You threw your head back at the sudden burst of stimulation, your breath coming uneven as she continued further. Her tongue greedily lapped at your clit and outer folds, eager to taste every single part of you and bring you to ecstasy. You didn't know what spurred her on this way in the middle of the day, perhaps she just missed you too much.

"N-Ning.... Oh Archons..... a-aaah~"

"Now" she breathed against your clit, "Is that how you address me, darling?~"

"M-Mommy.... ngh.... I-I'm close...."

"Hmm, not so soon. I haven't had my fill."

She wasted no time to dive back in, sucking and slurping on your cunt like a starved woman. Your body arched into the chair, hands clenching the armrests as you did your best to hold on. Moans and breathless whimpers escaped your lips, your hips automatically canting towards her to make her go deeper. As if sensing your needs, she slipped her tongue inside your velvety walls, lapping up and stroking your sensitive spots.

Your toes curled at that, lower body rising towards her as her hands found their way around to grope your ass and hold you close. Stars exploded behind your eyes as you approached with peak with each stroke of her tongue, until finally releasing on her mouth with a loud moan. She sucked and rubbed your clit at the same time, your voice echoing in her office as you came and she diligently drank every drop.

"Mmmm, that's my good girl~" she moaned around you, finally pulling back and licking her lips as she gazed at your panting form with a smirk. This wasn't the end of it, was it?

Cabernet

The situation was preposterous, to say the least. How dare they make the famed princess of the Francs wait for her meal? That too when she was on a dinner date with her beloved? Oh, she could ruin this restaurant with a flick of her finger, but she decided to be merciful on her beloved's request. So, she waited more, while the staff tried to keep her satiated with wine, but her growing restlessness wasn't hard to tell.

Finally, she had enough when the waiter informed it would take another 10 minutes....

"I understand the intricacies required in meal preparation and am willing to be patient for fine cuisine, but this is simply unforgiveable. Thank you, but I will not engage with your establishment in the future." she sternly stated then grabbed your wrist and walked out.

You tried to negotiate with her as you felt bad for the staff but knew this was beyond saving. She dragged you back to her car which soon started moving back to her mansion. You attempted to comfort her but it seems she had other plans in mind. It had merely been 5 minutes since you were on the road, and Cabernet had you splayed on the backseat with your legs around her waist.

"Mmm, indulge me, my darling. You know how long I waited~" she licked her lips as she eyed your dripping folds.

She dived in before you could reply, earning a startled gasp from you when her tongue licked your clit. Your body arched in her grasp, hips bucking towards her mouth. Frankly, you saw this coming considering the situation, but you still expected her to wait until you got home. Of course, there was no way she could wait anymore.

"Aah.... delicious. You know, I had half a mind to spread you on the table right there and have my fill~" she moaned around you, her lips sucking on your clit while her tongue rubbed the sensitive pearl.

Breathless moans resounded in the car, you'd normally feel embarrassed in a place like this but you were far too used to her appetite to care now. She was relentless, as expected. She may as well satiate her hunger this way than with actual food at this point. You felt her tongue delve inside you, stroking your insides before coming out to suck your clit again as she instead inserted her fingers inside, pumping them in syc with her tongue.

"Ngh—! C-Cabernet! I-I'm.... aaah!~"

"I know, darling. Go on, give it to me. Let me have your sweet nectar~"

She looked up at your writhing state, encouraging you to let go. With a final harsh suck to your clit, she had you undone, moaning out her name as you released on her mouth. She lapped up every drop eagerly, already getting ready to coax even more once you came down from your high. Who knew if you'd be able to walk straight by the time you reached home?

Cantarella

It was a pleasant afternoon in Ragunna, a perfect day to have tea in the garden of Porto-Veno Castle. You sat beside Cantarella and chatted, enjoying the rejuvenating surroundings with the delicious tea and her delightful company.

"It seems this tea is to your liking, my dear~" Cantarella mused with a playful smile.

"Hm? Oh yes, it is quite flavorful. It's from Huanglong, isn't it?"

"Indeed, I acquired a new batch a few days ago. The tea leaves there are unlike any other—delicate, but with a strength hidden beneath.” she stated while her finger danced along the rim.

You smiled, "It feels like you."

She raised a perfectly sculped eyebrow, "Like me?" she smirked, "Hmm, whatever shall you mean? Fragrance that lingers with the strength hidden away, or..... the taste of me?~"

You blushed at her subtle jab, "P-Perhaps both...."

She chuckled with a teasing glint in her eyes, "I don't recall adding my potions to make you sound so enamored~"

"You don't need those to have me smitten with you~" you teased back.

Cantarella somehow didn't expect that retort, you were generally more reserved and she was the one teasing you until you were a blushing mess.

"My my, bold today, aren't you?"~ she purred and leaned closer, "Is it the tea loosening your tongue, or if you’ve simply grown tired of letting me have all the fun?~"

You blushed more, trying to hold her gaze but the playful fire in her eyes made it impossible not to glance away. She noticed, of course—Cantarella always noticed.

“Mmm, there it is~” she teased, her finger now tracing the edge of your cup instead of her own, dangerously close to your hand. “That charming hesitation. You serve it to me so often, but now… now I see you fighting back.”

"I-I'm not fighting. Just.... answering in kind."

Her smirk grew, "Is that so? Then perhaps...." she leaned to whisper in your ear, her voice low and silky, "....Perhaps I should press further to see if you will melt as sweetly as this tea if I taste you instead~"

Within moments, the pleasant afternoon and fragrant tea was forgotten as Cantarella led you to her private chambers. Once inside, she wasted no time to ravage you, quickly divesting you of your clothes. She was about to push you on the bed but you took her by surprise, pinning her down instead. Her azure eyes glowed, her tongue licking her lips as she gazed up at you.

"Hmm, such a delightful turn of events. I wonder, should I let you continue, or....." she suddenly pushed and turned you over, pinning you down as she straddled your lap, ".....take the reins back?~"

You tried to retort but she silenced your struggle, "Shh, my dear~" she placed her index finger on your lips, "Don't worry, I'll let you taste me as well~"

With that, she turned around on your lap, placing her legs around your head and hovering above your face while her own mouth was on your mound. You could see her own folds, drenched and her clit throbbing, while she licked her lips looking at yours. You had barely grasped her hips to pull her closer when she was already at work, burying her face in your cunt.

You gasped as her engraved tongue licked a strip across your slit, the Tacet Mark never failed to arouse different sensations. You bit your lip then pulled her hips down and placed your mouth on her cunt too, lapping up her folds as best as possible. But you knew you were in a losing battle, Cantarella was simply way more skilled than you in this. She moaned around you when she felt your tongue on her clit, her muffled voice sending more sensations.

She threw her head back and pushed herself down more on your face, practically straddling it with all her weight and grinding on your mouth.

"Mmm, just like that.... Aaah, you have learned, my dear~" she sighed before diving down to continue, lapping up your folds at the same time.

You did your best to keep up with her, to control yourself through her ravaging touch, but it simply became too much after a while. You pulled away from her mound to whimper, your hips writhing as she brought you closer and closer to release.

"E-Ella.... ngh.... I can't.... aaahn!~"

She smirked then wrapped her lips around your clit, sucking with fervor. The dam finally burst, the knot in your abdomen snapping as you came on her mouth. She finally pulled away after licking every drop, sitting on your face as she looked over her shoulder while licking her lips, "Mmm.... the sweetest taste to ever exist~"

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special attention ♡ - path to nowhere women x reader

synopsis: how the path to nowhere women give you special attention ♡ a bit suggestive. heavily inspired off of @a-certain-romance 's fic; all credit goes to them!

contains: zoya, cabernet, angell, rahu, bai yi, and shalom!

Zoya - S- 028

It shouldn't come as a surprise that the Legion's leader spends a good portion of her free time working out, if she isn't giving orders to her men or working alongside Horo and Earl. When she isn't at the scene of a violent riot in Syndicate or downing another four cans of beer in her office, she has to find other ways to relieve her stress, right?

Gloved fists slam against the tattered material of her punching bag, a low string of grunts escaping the woman's purple-grey painted lips. Again. Another series of punches land, Zoya's fierce, cool blue eyes trained on the sight of crimson leather in front of her, biceps flexing with each hit. Your eyes can't help but trail along her form: her brows furrowed fiercely with determination, strong, tattooed arms glistening with perspiration, and her muscles flexing and rippling with exertion.

And oh.. oh

Your gaze trails lower, from the prominent edges of her collarbones, the curves of her breasts swaying beneath her tight fitted top, and finally, to her abdomen. That black sports bra of hers ends just at her ribcage, exposing the tantalizing view of her toned six pack, tightening with tension. Sweat rolls down her body, those translucent drops of moisture dripping along the ridges and valleys in between her abs, glittering enticingly below the dim lighting. You almost have half a mind to approach her, kneel down and take a lick or two for yourself..

But she's quicker, and much more attentive. Another groan parts her lips, chest heaving as she takes a step back from the punching bag. Her fists were still held up beside her face, panting as she catches her breath; sweat trickles down her temples and down the curves of her jaw and chin. And then, her eyes flicker over to meet yours. Zoya isn't oblivious; she knows what that look in your eyes carries, no matter how much you try to look away or worry your bottom lip with your teeth.

She chuckles, a breathy, soft tease escaping her: "Are you going to just watch? Why don't we have a bout instead? I'll stand there without moving, and I won't even use my hands."

Your cheeks flush, caught right in the act. But she isn't bothered—quite the contrary. Her lips curve into that signature smirk of hers, and it almost bothers you how effortlessly attractive she is. But you take a step closer to her, eyes locking with hers, and she can't help but lean back against the wall, eyeing you closely. It seems that her little training session has been momentarily forgotten about, in favor of eyeing you with a certain, smoldering look in her eyes.

"I think I have a better way for us to test our strength..."

Cabernet - S- 079

Miss Cabernet Franc is a very, very ravenous woman. A typical day for her is one filled with little restraint and much, much indulgence. The esteemed woman cannot resist her temptations, whether that be her ripe, exquisite purple grapes or the nourishing souls of certain humans. She isn't picky, quite the contrary; notorious she is for feasting (or attempting to) on the souls of certain impressionable sinners of the MBCC..

And you are no exception

As her beloved maid, you serve her endlessly, in more ways than one. Tidying her bed, cleaning around her estate, tending to the garden and the vineyard, and more importantly to her, cooking and serving her delectable meals. You are an illustrious, honorable human in her eyes, and in only her mind does she possess the knowledge that those are the ones who always give off the most irresistible aromas, finer than the sweetest, ripest grape.

This afternoon, you find yourself humming a soft tune, back turned as you prepare her dinner. The scent of marinated chicken permeates the air of the kitchen and the dining room, mellow, golden potatoes, smoky, savory bacon, and rich, earthy mushroom boiling within stew and broth inside a simmering pot; and it immediately lures the sinner into the space.

Her heels click slowly, graciously yet calculatingly into the kitchen, lavender eyes glimmering as they glide along your form. Smooth back, frilly, dainty black maid dress with white, lacy embellishments, and matching white stockings wrapped around your thighs to boot... it seems the sight of you was leaving her much more famished than the aroma of the stew.

Slowly, she trails behind you, manicured fingers finding purchase on your hips as she stands behind you. She leans down, scarlet lips parting right beside your ear with her soft murmurs: "You seem to be looking forward to dining with me too, don't you?"

It makes you jump in place, turning around to face her with a startled look on your face, eyes wide all too adorable in her eyes: "Miss Franc..!"

She giggles, a melodic harmony escaping her throat in rich tones, comparable to the sweet, yet flavorful grapes that squish beneath her canines and slither down her throat in a liquidly river of pleasure.

"But... I've decided that I'd rather dine on you instead, hmm..."

Angell- S- 049

Angell was... conflicted, to say the least.

Ever since she first breathed life, the world had been nothing short of perilous for her. Being a hitwoman was a simple, yet effective occupation for the chaos obstructing Syndicate; locate the target, exterminate them, dispose of their body, receive the payment, and head home. Just like clockwork, it was something she had become incredibly accustomed to, and her demeanor too had become just as unfazed, swift yet efficient as her responsibilities.

Surfing the dark web was.. unsettling, yet at this point, nothing really unsettled her. After all, pestilence had become her constant companion; darkness spread throughout her mind and body like a deadly plague, and she was in no rush to resist its presence. Instead, she took what she could, because why wouldn't she? There was no one or no-thing for her, waiting for her, depending on her.

And then you came

You had begun to creep into her life, just like the dark plague that consumed her spirit. Your tender smile, warm, and inviting gaze, gentle touches, and your constant presence that seemed to always know what she was in need of. Whether it verbally escaped her lips or not. She had to resist; she couldn't bear the walls she had meticulously built from the ground up over the last few decades to suddenly collapse.

But you didn't care, of course you didn't. From showing up uninvited into her safehouse, going grocery shopping for her and arriving with bags of food and toiletries that she was very, very much in need of. Seriously, how is one simply fine with stomaching five year old expired ramen?

And each time you came into her life, you were relentless, almost obstructive of her barriers, of her cold and aloof demeanor, and part of that perplexed her. Especially now, after teaching her how to cook her favorite red bean soup, you stand beside her in front of the stove in her kitchen. Your gaze, ever gentle yet curious, glides over to hers, and she doesn't even need to look up to know you're staring.

"Staring at me won't help, you can't catch up with my movements. If I want to leave, you can't keep me."

It was metaphorical, of course. She was still so determined, so convinced that she was always one step ahead of you, in control of the situation. Supporting and stacking brick upon brick, layers of concrete that propped up her intricately built walls. But as you step closer, warm hand gently placing itself over hers, the one that's currently wrapped around the ladle inside the pot, it's like a silent, gentle reassurance. That you were there for her, whether she was in need of it or not. Slowly, a low sigh escapes her lips, golden gaze only briefly flickering towards yours.

"I... can't say I'm entirely opposed to it.."

Rahu- S- 048

You couldn't help but feel a little bad for shackling Rahu. You knew it was necessary, not only to gain more control over her impulses and her rage, but to chain the conscious link between her presence, her convictions, and her inhibitions, and yours. She was compliant, ironically like a dog, which she oftentimes compared herself to, and would not resist.

You knew her well, and sometimes, you knew her better than she even knew herself. The shackles would not harm her, nor would she harm their owner, and it mirrored a similar bond of trust that you had managed to meticulously build with her. At first, she intrigued you; her cold, stoic, yet angry persona coupled with her obedient, efficient methodology served for an.. interesting juxtaposition, to say the least. Was this really the same woman?

And despite the mutual, almost transactional relationship that you first fostered, you found yourself craving more. You feel so much safer and calmer when she is around, when her towering, sturdy frame plots itself right in front of yours, prepared to face any potential danger that could be potentially lingering by. Your heart felt warm inside, undoubtably so, and you soon idealized slowly peeling away at the mask that perfectly concealed her beautiful face, both physically and metaphorically.

So you can't stop yourself when you go to visit, visit her cell just turning a few rights after leaving your office. You have found yourself doing this at least four times this week, and you feel rather shameless, yet at the same time, you don't really care. You crave her presence.

Sitting atop her bed, Rahu slowly lifts her head, long, silky black locks curtaining over her back and sides, and her cool, greyish blue eyes meeting yours as she finds your form standing right before her cell. A gentle, expectant sigh escapes her lips:

"You don't have to come and keep an eye on me yourself. The shackles won't break that easily. You just want to spend some time with me? Oh, all right."

Her brows lightly furrow, gazing at you with a hint of surprise and something else. She was certainly not accustomed to spending time with other companions, and especially not accustomed to the practice of small talk. And yet, she finds herself appreciating your unwavering support, your endless care, and your constant regard for her wellbeing and safety, just as she does with you. With a silent wave lingering in the air, her gloved palm slowly reaches towards the mask resting on her face, slipping it off in one motion, comfortable with barring her vulnerable skin to you, scars and all.

It was a foreign feeling, yet not an unwelcome one. But simply an adjustment she was more than willing to get used to. A subtle smile stretches across her lips, tender, soft spoken voice speaking out to you.

"I appreciate your efforts, even when you’re aware I am very capable of losing control, over my sanity, over my body. If it's refuge you seek in me, do not hesitate to come to me."

Bai Yi- S- 027

You couldn't find it in you to refuse when Bai Yi had invited you to the bar, long, dark and dead into the night. Not when she was so purposely tempting, teasing you with those sly winks and the ever deliberate sway of her hips in those ridiculously skin-tight pants. That teasing smirk that curled along her glossy lips, her violet, manicured fingernails that tapped and slid along your chin, bringing your gaze to hers; it was so predictable yet so oddly charming every single time.

And so, you agreed.

It was pitch-dark and desolate outside in Syndicate, yet the night was far from over. The vibrant lighting of the sign slapped against the fence of the bar seemed to slap you in the face too, yet to Bai Yi, it was like a warm, halo-like glow that seemed to have came just at the right time, the perfect cure to the darkness that had been overtaking her mind and well being. That, and your form sitting right in front of her.

Enthusiastic chatter escaped both your lips and hers, engaging in light conversation regarding the recent sales and success of Whitestone Industries, in which she sneakily slid you a predictable promise of a 15% discount with an easy slip of the tongue (don't tell K.K though)

And with an unmistakable floaty feeling sinking into your bones, you two decide to order an expensive bottle of champagne to share, which was definitely out of Bai Yi's budget. But she was willing to indulge, just for you. One glass became two, and then three, and then you found yourself becoming a little bolder, more than you would have normally accounted for. Consequently, you are at least a little tipsy, as is she, evident in her appearance.

Her cheeks were a rosy, warm pink hue, and her glossy, peachy lips were curved upwards in a much more smug manner than usual, which was saying a lot. Those lidded, cerulean eyes meet yours, left hand idly swishing the half empty glass of champagne around. You find yourself captivated by her beauty, the playful look in her eyes and her overall dangerously flirty demeanor. That hand resting on her cheek and her full bangs swept to the side. You can't help yourself, and so instinctively, you lean in across the table, as if to further push yourself into the warmth of her presence. A giggle escapes her, signature smirk gracing her lips:

"Are you so eager to be close to me? Oh my, such an honest kid."

You can't help but flush, lips curving into a grumbly, shy pout. As you start to lean back again, she just laughs at your cuteness, leaning more casually against the table while regarding you. You were far too easy to tease, and it brought her so much satisfaction. Yet she wasn't done just yet, after all, the night was still young.

"Aw, c'mon.. I was just messing with you. Say, why don't you hitch a ride with me on my motorcycle? I've got something way more interesting to show you..."

Shalom- S- 017

Shalom will continue to be such a mystery to you, yet a fascinating one at that. The woman was incredibly calculated and levelheaded, yet something about her presence made you feel equal parts uneasy and enticed. There was definitely more to her than she let on, that you knew for sure, but you wanted to experience it firsthand for yourself.

Which is why you find yourself in this predicament.

You had agreed to accompany her to a social gathering taking place in Eastside. Naturally, it involved messy political affairs and a slurry of elites withholding hidden agendas, yet it didn’t phase her. She was here to uphold her image and to complete her job, and your presence alongside her only made matters all the more interesting.

You take it that now is a good time to spare her a few glances, given she was currently preoccupied discussing matters with another important person (you suspect a benefactor of Paradeisos). It was the perfect opportunity to satisfy your curiosity, to take in every single one of her features and analyze them in your mind, piecing each clue together like it was the puzzle to solving the mystery that is her.

First, it was the rich, plum-tinged hue of her hair. at least, the hair at her roots, which then cascaded into a soft white, ivory gradient that concluded at her ends. her perfectly plucked and trimmed eyebrows, and the delicate arch of her nose bridge. of course, there was that ever elusive smirk plastered across her face, the one that hid many secrets and (potentially) sadistic pleasures. well.. at least the pleasure she got from watching you squirm uncomfortably in your seat beneath her gaze.

And then you stare into her eyes. deeply. violety dark pools of mystery and intrigue, long, fluttery eyelashes, the subtlest of plump skin beneath her waterlines.. wait.. was her right eye always like that?

A glowing, bright triangle took its place in replacement of a standard pupil. or..no, it was actually lightly covering her pupil, like an eclipse curtaining, shielding an ever innocent, dazzling new moon.

Shalom’s guarded conversation had long since concluded with that ever prying noble. she’s taken notice of your curiosity, this moment of vulnerability you were displaying, and seized the opportunity to tease the hell out of you.

"Do you have to stare at me like that? (Chuckles lightly) All right then, I'm gonna do the same to you."

You finally snap yourself out of your little trance, blinking rapidly at once. your gaze lightly diverts hers before you snap out of it. you really don’t want to fall prey to her gaze, nor do you want to appear too weak or impressionable in her presence; it’ll give her way too much power over you. immediately, your lips curl into a stubborn frown, gaze training neutrally over hers. but it’s far too late at this point. she’s far too amused and certainly three steps ahead of you..

“Aww.. did I manage to catch you off guard? I enjoy that look on your face. You’d make for such an adorable, obedient puppy.”

Hook, line and sinker.. great..

(this was my first attempt at writing a fic, lmk if it was good or worth continuing lol)

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