@kaependiumofmuses sent: He'd really meant for it to be a tame, modest attempt at a White Day present. Really, he had. What Diluc /hadn't/ expected was to get drunk off of his own concoction after taste testing it before Lumine would have a try. Instead, he's now hovering over her, the woman bent over his desk as he bites down into her pulse to leave a dark red mark for all to see, and fills her up to the brim. || White Day! - Still accepting!
When asked to return to the winery after a long day of commissions and present gathering ( and a few failed attempts at trying to convince her to out on a date, which she declined faster than Kaeya could try upset Amber ). She was expecting something small, just for the two of them. Much like how their time usually was spent together. Compared to everything she’s gone through, it’s a nice change of pace.
Well, that’s what she thought when she stepped into his study.
Unsure of how many times she’s called his name ( or even say anything coherently outside of a cry of pleasure ) while being railed over the desk, one hand kept her steady against the polished wood. The gloves she wore offering a slight barrier against nails that threatened to tear it to kindling. Her other hand had tried to help, acting as a barrier for some of the noises at first. The deeper he went, the more that barrier didn’t seem to exist. Even biting on her lips until they were red and bruised only helped so much. Especially when she’s pushed up to the tips of her toes, back arching towards the structure.
The Traveler tries to meet his thrusts, but it’s hard at this angle. Didn’t stop her from the attempts -- until the heat in her stomach and the burning sensation in her legs made her stop. She finds her head drooping down, shoulders tense and shaking with her knees starting to buckle shortly after.
“I, please, Ma-- I’m going to-!”
Without even needing to look at her, you could tell how far gone she was. Tears began to well from the pleasure. How her body, which was now covered in sweat, was burning hot. Whenever she let out a sound, it was laced with want. But like with everything, she can only handle so much. The pool of heat in her stomach coiled and threatened to snap if she didn’t keep a tight grip on it.
“Di-- luc, Di- aa - Ah!!!”
Her head lifts up when he bites down upon her skin, her eyes going wide before she closes them tightly. Mouth agape, unable to close it even if she tried. It was the trigger for her orgasm, washing over her like a tidal wave. Her words were strangled, hoarse almost from the intensity of that sensation. Her entire body froze, a, yet shook at the same time; her walls around his cock clamped down. As if trying to milk him for everything he has while riding hers out with him.
Soft, fluttery pants leave her lips as she starts to come down from her high. There’s still that burning sensation in her legs, but it’s beginning to feel like its cramping up. Honey hues open, glossed over with want, yet a soft joy.
It takes her a while to move a hand away from the desk, not realizing just tightly she was holding onto it, so she can find his own and slide her fingers in between his. There’s a small smile now appearing, leaning back into him before she looses her footing completely.
( How she was going to hide the mark from prying eyes was a future her’s problem. )
After that... ‘unique’ ( more like ungratefulness) story being told, Schwarz walks away, trying to find a few operators, or doctors to report this story to them, before spotting an certain guard.
Flamebringer?!
She runs to him, before speaking, “Hey Operator Flamebringer.” It is just her, or she’s noticing dark bags under his eyes...?
there were times where sleep evaded her. and during those times , she found it easier to stay awake then find ways to fall asleep. of course , it was a bad habit but one that was hard to change. rubbing her eyes , schariac would sigh softly to herself , careful to make sure her steps were balanced without tilting. but that didn’t mean she was paying attention to what was in front of her , seeing as how she literally walked into chen. ❝ ah ! s — sorry , i uh —— wasn’t watching where i was going ? ❞ why did that sound like a question ?
After leaving Tessa with Siegfried when they entered the village, Mostima resumed her search for the rebellious Sarkaz. The villagers continued to ignore her, looking away and avoiding her. It is a bit concerning, the “fallen” Sankta notices to herself as the fog stopped at the line of Jack o’Lanterns.
There’s something to discuss with a certain Sarkaz who she knows is around here and upon noting how she’s being avoided, Mostima takes a bit of a faster approach to walk around the village. She makes sure to remember each and every nook and cranny to make sure she knows the shortcuts and whatnot. Her memory is good, it’s one of the traits she had to develop as a transporter.
As she turns around another corner, she finally can see the person she was searching for. Tail flickers in a pleased manner as she approaches, putting her hands back in her pockets. He knows they went out, so it’ll be nice to give him details immediately. There are also things to discuss since he is - unlike her - not being avoided.
“Chilling outside like usual, Flamebringer?” Mostima asks with a same smile as if nothing happened with the fog and sigils. Well, losing her head over it doesn’t help anyone. “Did you find anything different while we were out?” She has more to share, but being relaxed is the best approach she can give now without losing the thread of what’s important.
Thought you’d be glad not to see me for a good bit.”
Plus, she figured he’d appreciate the breathing room if she wasn’t harassing him and popping up almost any given moment. Still, she more than startled him in being able to catch him off guard. It was fortunate she wasn’t just an enemy that did and came to...HUG him to death when she threw her arms around his neck and fell into his arms to greet him. Woe unto this boy if they fell onto the floor.
She had been more than excited to see him again, but that may be a one sided mutual feeling.
The female paused, peering up at him in confusion. “You....you won’t hurt me...?” She repeated, as though she was unsure of this herself. He didn’t seem like the others, yet they were still trying to hunt her down! The hat atop her head shifted as her ears flickered, but besides that she would hesitantly move towards the male.
“Promise...?” Scared. She was petrified of what could possibly be. She didn’t know if she could fully trust him, and she wasn’t sure what the voice in her head was telling her either.
Fingers came up to grip her head. “I....I didn’t do anything wrong...!”
