Jul 28
Over a cup of tea
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Over a cup of tea
NSFW DISCUSSION
Hmmmmm been thinking about a threesome fic with Signora and Tsaritsa but I'm conflicted.... For one, I want to wait for the story to see Tsaritsa's personality and dynamic with Signora but I also know I won't be able to play it anytime soon and I might just get too needy to write this so let's have a vote. I have a few dynamics in mind about who'd be giving and receiving and other things so I leave it to you guys to pick 😏
Signora + Tsaritsa threesome setting?
Signora and Tsaritsa domming fem reader, scissoring and strap ons
Signora and Tsaritsa as power bottom with fem reader, likely Harbinger!reader
G!p reader, Signora and Tsaritsa draining her dry
Something else (comment or message pls!)
I'm not putting 'anything is fine' option cause then it will confuse me if it ends up receiving most votes. And ofc if you have scenario ideas or want to see something specific then feel free to send that over! ☺️
Damn Foxgirl Signora x G!P Reader🫣
On a trip to Fontaine for some official business, Signora was suddenly hit with her heat a couple days early. So her assistant/partner 'assisted' her with it.
And Lady Signora was VERY enthusiastic about it🤭
The way I instantly sat down to write this 🫠
18+ CONTENT
Game: Genshin Impact
Characters: Foxgirl!La Signora x gp!reader
Type: Mostly smut
You stood by the corner, leaning against the wall and glancing at the clock occasionally. It was about to be 8pm, which meant bedtime for the children. You looked at your superior, the Fair Lady, who sat on the sofa in the centre of the room, surrounded by children as she read out a storybook. Coming to Fontaine meant a trip to the House of the Hearth was pretty much given, and she especially brought extra gifts this time to make up for the last missed meeting. The children had grown remarkably comfortable with her despite their initial apprehension, lot of them cuddling against her sides and caressing her fluffy tail as it rested on the side.
The clock chimed at 8pm and she didn't waste a second to close the book and stand up, ordering them to scram and go to sleep. Some of them protested but they were clearly too drowsy to stay up another minute. The Knave walked out and further instructed them to sleep, and that wasn't met with any protests as they were too intimated to argue with her. The Fair Lady exchanged a nod of acknowledgement with the Knave before turning around to finally leave. You obediently followed her, giving a courteous bow to the Knave as farewell.
"Today was a productive day." she commented while walking down the street towards Hotel Debord. "The assignment was a success and now the children were happy. I think we have earned a well deserved rest."
You smiled, walking a few steps behind her, "Yes, milady. I already informed the hotel to prepare a warm bath and refreshments."
Her tail flicked at that, "How efficient, I chose my assistant well~"
You were merely a few steps away from the main city when she suddenly stopped, her hand reaching up to hold her head. Her ears flattened and tail turned rigid, her body slightly trembling as she took deep breaths.
"Milady, are you okay?" you quickly went near her, holding her from the side.
"Curses… why now…" she hissed through her heat.
"Is it…. your heat?"
"Yes… it wasn't supposed to be until next week… Damn it…."
"The hotel is just a few blocks away." you murmured, sliding your arm around her waist to provide a steady anchor.
Signora leaned into you, her usual poise fracturing as a sharp shiver racked her frame. The sudden shift in her temperature was startling; despite the cool evening breeze of Fontaine, the air immediately surrounding her had become thick and humid, radiating a feverish warmth that seeped through the fabric of her elegant attire.
"Just keep moving." she managed, her voice losing its usual crystalline sharpness and dipping into a raspy, urgent velvet. She didn't pull away from your touch and pressed her weight into you with a desperation that bordered on bruising.
"Walk faster." she commanded, though the order lacked its usual bite, sounding more like a plea.
Her breathing had become erratic, shallow puffs of air that clouded in the dimming light of the street lamps. As you navigated the winding paths toward the Hotel Debord, you could feel her pulse hammering against your side, a frantic rhythm that mirrored the tightening grip of her hand on your shoulder. Every few steps, she would let out a low, involuntary keen, her fox ears twitching violently as if the distant sounds of the city had suddenly become an unbearable cacophony.
"From the backdoor…. I cannot be seen like this in public…"
"I know, milady. Do not worry."
The detour felt like an eternity, though it was only a few hundred yards. Every time Signora’s steps stumbled, her grip on your arm tightened, her nails digging slightly into your sleeve. The heat radiating from her was no longer just a warmth but a shimmering, oppressive aura that seemed to distort the air around her. By the time you reached the secret entrance of the hotel, she was leaning heavily against you, her forehead resting against your shoulder, her breath coming in ragged, hot gasps that dampened the fabric of your coat.
As soon as you reached her room and shut the door behind you, she pinned you against the door and nuzzled into your neck. Her breath came in heavy, ragged pants, her hands roaming all over before slipping under your shirt to caress your cool skin.
"You… smell really good…." she whispered, her tongue darting out to lick a stripe up your neck, "You are going to help me… like always…. is that clear?"
You shuddered, "Y-Yes, ma'am…."
She shifted her weight and pressed more against you with a long, deep sigh. The poise of the Fair Lady had completely evaporated, replaced by a raw, primal urgency. Her fox ears were pinned back, and her tail wrapped tightly around your leg, anchoring you to her as if she feared you might vanish if she let go for even a second. She wasted no time to capture your lips in a frantic kiss, her tongue dancing with yours while her hands worked open your clothes.
"So hot… ngh… even my delusion isn't helping… fuck…"
She groaned, practically ripping away her own dress until she was completely naked and dragged you towards the bed. The mattress groaned under your combined weight as you collapsed onto the silk sheets, the cool fabric providing a momentary, fleeting relief against her scorching skin. Signora didn't let you breathe for a second; she climbed atop you, her thighs gripping your waist with a strength that spoke of a desperation beyond simple desire. Her eyes, usually as sharp and cold as glacial ice, were now clouded with a hazy intensity and her pupils blown wide.
She swiftly unbuckled your belt and dragged down your pants with underwear, immediately freeing your growing erection. She licked her lips at the sight, her tail swinging in excitement as she leaned down to grip your shaft and slowly pump it. Despite her heat making her impatient, she still had the mind to tease you…. well, she immensely enjoyed your desperate state, after all.
"So hard already…. your body just reacts to me as needed, doesn't it?~" she swiped her tongue against the tip, licking away the pre-cum that started to swell.
You gripped the bed sheet tightly, watching as she took you completely in her mouth. The sensation was an overwhelming tide, the warmth of her mouth creating a stark, dizzying contrast to the air-conditioned chill of the hotel suite. Signora worked with a focused, rhythmic intensity, her eyes never leaving yours as she bobbed her head, watching the way your expression fractured as you fought to keep your composure. She thrived on that control, even now, in the throes of a fever that threatened to strip her of every shred of dignity.
Every time you tried to arch your back or push deeper, she would let out a muffled, humming vibration against your skin, a sound that vibrated through your entire lower body and sent sparks racing up your spine. She pulled off with a soft pop the moment she felt you throb, licking along the length one last time before moving forward the brace herself atop you.
"You are going to help me with this all night, and perhaps tomorrow as well. No complaints." she ordered, grasping your length and positioning herself above it.
She descended onto you in one slow, agonizingly deliberate motion, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as she finally connected. The impact was a sudden, crushing release of tension for her, and she arched her back, her head lolling back as a long, shimmering moan echoed through the quiet of the hotel suite. Her internal temperature felt like a furnace, wrapping around you with a searing, wet heat that made your vision blur for a split second. For a moment, she simply stayed there, frozen in place, her chest heaving and her fox ears twitching sporadically as her body tried to process the sudden influx of sensation.
As the initial shock of the connection subsided, Signora began to move, her hips tracing a slow, punishing circle that wrung every ounce of sensation from your nerves. She wasn't just seeking relief. she was chasing a peak that seemed to retreat every time she neared it, driven by the relentlessness of her heat. Her nails dug into your shoulders, leaving crescent moons in your skin as she gripped you for leverage, her movements becoming more frantic, more jagged. Each downward plunge was accompanied by a sharp, needy whine that vibrated in her throat, a sound completely stripped of her usual Harbinger veneer.
"Yes… yes… fuck… you fill me up so well… so perfect for me…!~"
The rhythm became a blur of friction and fever, the silk sheets twisting into a chaotic nest beneath you. Signora’s composure had completely dissolved, replaced by a raw, animalistic hunger that drove her to push herself against you with an intensity that felt like it might break you both. Her thick and fluffy tail whipped back and forth across the mattress, occasionally curling around your waist to pull you deeper into her core. Every time your hips surged upward to meet her, she let out a broken, melodic cry, her head tossing from side to side as her fox ears flickered in a frantic dance. She bounced on your cock with wild abandon, chasing her own relief.
The friction reached a fever pitch, the air in the room feeling as though it had been replaced by a heavy, humid steam. Her movements transitioned from rhythmic to erratic, her breaths coming in short, sharp hitches that sounded like she was gasping for air. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing firmly against yours, her sweat-slicked skin sliding against your own as she buried her face in the crook of your neck. She wasn't just riding you anymore, she clung to you, her fingers locking into your hair and pulling your head back to expose your throat for her to bite.
"Mine… you are mine… this cock belongs to me…." she hissed, biting down your collarbone and leaving a mark.
The bite triggered a sudden, electric surge through your nerves, snapping the last thread of your restraint. You gripped her hips, your fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her ass as you drove upward with a sudden, powerful thrust. The impact forced a strangled, high-pitched yelp from her throat, her fox ears pinning flat against her skull as her entire body jolted. For a moment, the world narrowed down to the searing heat of her interior and the desperate, rhythmic thumping of two hearts beating in a frantic, synchronized chaos.
"Don't you dare cum yet… I need more….!" she moaned.
She sat back up and suddenly pulled off but before you could question her, she turned around to impale herself in reverse. With her back to you, the sight of her curved spine and the frantic flicking of her fox tail became the focal point of your vision. Signora lowered herself onto you with a swift and precise motion, her weight settling firmly against your thighs. The angle was different, deeper, hitting spots that made your breath hitch in your throat. She let out a long, shuddering breath, leaning forward to brace against the mattress as she thrusted back, her ass slapping against your pelvis.
The sound of your bodies meeting became a rhythmic, wet percussion that drowned out every other sound. With her back to you, she was less of a poised noble and more of a creature of pure instinct. She arched her spine, her fluffy tail brushing against your stomach in frantic, sweeping motions that acted like a secondary sensory assault. Every thrust back was an attempt to anchor herself, to hit that sensitive spot deep inside with a series of broken, staccato whimpers that betrayed just how close she was to the edge.
"Fuck yes… this is it… just there— ngh!~" she whined, shifting back more and taking you to the hilt.
You summoned an ounce of strength and sat up suddenly, making her gasp in surprise as you pushed forward and made her bend over. Her tail draped over your shoulder and you gave it a slight squeeze, earning a delightful sound that made her arch more and push her hips against you. You knew her tail was extra sensitive during her heat, and she had told you in the past to hold it to relieve her.
"Don't stop…. I need— aahn!~"
You gripped her hips and started driving into her. The shift in position gave you a level of leverage you hadn't had before, allowing you to dictate a pace that was far more aggressive. Each thrust was a deep, deliberate plunge that sent a jolt through her frame, causing her to let out a series of fragmented, breathless cries. The friction was staggering, the internal heat of her heat-cycle had turned her walls into a tight, pulsing vice that threatened to pull you under. She reached back to grip your hip and pull you deeper, holding you flush against her ass as you groaned at the sensation of her tight and warm walls enveloping you like a vice.
"I-I'm close, milady… Can't hold much longer…" you grunted, picking up pace and drilling into her.
"Do it… give it all to me!" she screamed, her voice cracking as she abandoned the last remnants of her composure.
She didn't just want the release, she wanted to be consumed by it. As you delivered the final, frantic series of thrusts, Signora’s body locked up, her internal muscles clamping around you in a series of violent, rhythmic contractions that felt like they were trying to draw the very soul out of you. She let out a long, piercing cry that echoed through the suite, her fox ears twitching violently as she collapsed forward onto the mattress, her limbs trembling in the aftershocks of a monumental climax. You buried to the hilt and spilled inside her finally, your release filling up her womb.
"Yes… perfect… fuck…" she moaned, grinding back against you as she felt your seed deep inside.
But you knew rest was far away, for she was exceptionally more needy and had the stamina to go for hours on end during her heat. She refused to let you pull out, content with grinding in rhythmic motions to make you ready again. Safe to say, her enthusiasm didn't wear off well into the morning....
Signora will never fail to take my breath away holy shit she's absolutely gorgeous
This is cropped from a larger image that I unfortunately don't have but the artist is tagged on the pic
This is giving foxgirl omg the huge fluffy tail I need mmmm mommy 😩🫠
Ok I have complained enough about Signora these past few days, my blog looks like a whining page instead of fic writer so here is a quick one to get things back on track. Irrespective of what Signora becomes in the game, I will continue to write her how I have always imagined and I will incorporate new lore as I feel best
18+ CONTENT
Game: Genshin Impact
Characters: La Signora x fem!reader
Type: Smut with little plot (yes Signora in her nightgown again)
The train engine hissed to a halt as the last train completed its route. You exited the cabin and held out the door open for your mistress, extending your hand to help her step down.
"Hah, finally." Signora exhaled deeply, "The assignment turned out to be more dreadful than I anticipated."
"Yes, milady. The carriage is ready to depart."
You followed her as she already started walking towards the exit of the station, immediately seeing her carriage parked up front.
"Come to my chambers after freshening up, we'll work on the report. I'd rather not delay it since there is more work to do tomorrow." she ordered as she sat inside the carriage.
You wanted to protest as it was late and she was tired but you knew it would be futile, "As you wish, milady."
You shut the door of her carriage and watched it drive away. Around two hours later, you were walking down the hallway to her private chambers, carrying all necessary documents and files in hand. You raised your hand and gave two knocks on the door, "Milady, it's Y/n."
"Come in." her voice echoed immediately.
The heavy oak door glided open with a soft creak. You stepped inside and the moment you looked towards the hearth, your breath was taken away. Signora wasn't standing at her desk in a rigid posture of command, nor was she draped in the imposing layers of her Fatui attire. Instead, she was curled on the velvet sofa, draped in a flowing nightgown of snow white silk that seemed to catch the amber glow of the fire, her embroidered black patch swapped for a simpler one. She looked less like a Harbinger and more like a woman who had finally surrendered to the gravity of a long day. It was not a new sight, you had seen her this way many times yet she never failed to render you speechless.
"Don't keep standing there. Come and sit, let's get it done quickly."
You cleared your throat and bowed then moved towards her, "Apologies, milady."
You were going to sit on the empty sofa chair beside her but she held your wrist and stopped you, "Sit here." she patted the empty space in front of her on the long sofa she was draped on, "I'm in no desire to get up and speak loudly."
"Y-Yes, milady."
She shifted back to make more space for you as you settled down, keeping yourself on the edge.
"Come closer, there's plenty of space."
You shifted back one step, earning a satisfied hum from her.
"Start writing with the usual format, I'll have a look later."
The scratch of the quill against the parchment was the only sound filling the room, save for the rhythmic pop and hiss of the cedar logs in the hearth. You kept your posture straight, focusing intently on the ink as it dried, though you were acutely aware of the chill radiating from her body behind you. She had reclined on her side with her head rested on the armrest, her single eye closed as she merely focused on the scratching of your quill. When you paused, she finally sat up and rested her chin on your shoulder to look over at the report on your lap, her breath caressing your ear.
"Hmm, a good start. Change these 2 sentences and make them more precise." she lazily drifted her finger to the paragraph.
"Of course, milady. My apologies for the oversight." you murmured, your voice sounding slightly thicker than usual.
You carefully rewrote the lines, the ink flowing smoothly as you tightened the phrasing to match her exacting standards. The proximity was disarming, you could feel the slight movement of her chest as she breathed and the faint, lingering scent of roses that always seemed to cling to her, regardless of the warmth of the hearth. Her other hand languidly raised up to caress your shoulder, slightly pressing in with her fingers.
"Don't be tense. I know you are exhausted, but this is important too." she whispered, her lips brushing your ear as her silvery voice flowed in.
"I am perfectly fine, milady." you lied, though your shoulder remained stiff under her touch.
She saw through it instantly, she always did. Her lips curled faintly, her hand sliding up to touch a stray lock of your hair and curl it around her finger.
"Take your time. I'll reward you if you do a good job~" she teased, lightly nipping your ear lobe.
You almost shivered but did your best to remain composed and focus on writing. She watched you intently, a lazy smirk adorning her lips as she noted your hand steadily moving and your brows furrowing in concentration.
"I believe the conclusion needs more emphasis on the logistics of the extraction." she murmured, though her focus seemed less on the parchment and more on the way you jumped when her fingertip traced the line of your jaw.
She didn't pull away and instead leaned in, her breasts pressing firmly against your back. She began to hum a low, melodic tune, the vibrations echoing through your chest as she rested her head back on your shoulder, watching your hand tremble slightly as you navigated the delicate calligraphy.
"The ink is blotting." she whispered, her voice a low vibration against your neck.
She didn't move to help and let her hand slide from your jaw to the center of your chest, her palm resting there just long enough to feel the frantic, drumming rhythm of your heart.
"Your focus is slipping, Y/n. I expect precision, even when you're… distracted."
You swallowed on nothing, "Apologies, milady. I'll be more attentive."
She chuckled softly, leaning closer to kiss your cheek, "There, you'll get more if you finish soon~"
Your face warmed up, "Is this supposed to be…. motivation?"
"It seems to be working~" she murmured, her voice trailing off into a soft, knowing laugh.
"It is… highly effective." you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
You felt the last of your professional resolve crumbling, replaced by a warm, dizzying haze that made the ink on the parchment seem to blur. You focused every ounce of your willpower into the final paragraph, the quill scratching frantically as you summarized the extraction logistics with a sudden, desperate efficiency. You didn't dare look back at her, though you could feel her gaze tracing the line of your neck, her presence an enveloping weight of silk and cool skin. Her hand continued caressing the hair at your nape, lazily stroking and curling around her fingers while her lips made feather light presses along your shoulder.
"You spelled that word wrong." she chided, her hand sliding down your arm in a sensual manner before curling around yours, "Don't waste the ink. I can punish you just as fast as I can reward you, my darling~"
The threat of punishment delivered in such a honeyed tone sent a jolt of adrenaline through you that finally cleared the fog from your mind. You paused, holding your breath for a heartbeat, and carefully scraped the errant ink from the parchment with a small knife, ensuring the correction was seamless. You didn't dare speak and simply focused on the final period of the report, pressing the quill down with a definitive click then handed the parchment to her.
"It's done, milady. You can—"
Your words were interrupted as she pressed her lips to yours, engaging in a gentle yet firm kiss. It wasn't the commanding kiss of a Harbinger asserting dominance, but something softer— a quiet acknowledgment of the trust and tenure you had built by her side. When she finally pulled back, she didn't move her face away, leaving her forehead resting against yours. Her eye was half-closed, the usual sharpness of her gaze replaced by a heavy-lidded warmth that made your heart hammer against your ribs.
"Good girl. See how much sooner we could have done this, hm?~"
"I believe the reward was the only thing keeping me from failing basic orthography…." you whispered, your breath mingling with hers.
The tension that had held your spine rigid for the last hour finally snapped, leaving you feeling heavy and malleable in her arms. She let out a soft, melodic laugh that vibrated against your forehead, the sound lacking any of the icy edge she reserved for the world outside these walls.
"Well then, let's have a drink before I dismiss you."
"A drink?" you said in an alarmed tone, "Milady, it is nearly midnight. If the others see me leaving your chambers at this hour—"
"Let them see." Signora interjected, her tone firm and confident. She finally sat up, swinging her legs over to stand and walk towards the shelf, "Who would dare question why my personal aide is still with me at midnight? They would be more concerned with the implications of my mood than the hour of your departure."
She reached for a crystal decanter, the liquid inside a deep, shimmering amethyst that caught the flicker of the dying fire. With a practiced grace, she poured one glass, the wine singing as it hit the crystal. She came back to stand in front of you but didn't hand you the glass immediately, her gaze traveling over you with a slow, appreciative intensity that made you feel as though you were the one being audited. Before you could question, she smoothly straddled your lap, her knees bracketing your hips, one arm braced against the backrest of the sofa as the other balanced the wine glass.
You froze, the breath hitching in your throat as the sudden weight of her shifted your center of gravity. The silk of her nightgown bunched against your trousers, the fabric cool and slick, while the warmth of her thighs anchored you to the velvet cushion. You watched as she raised the glass to her lips and took a deep sip then cupped your jaw, leaning in until her mouth was on yours and you felt the intoxicating liquid slide down your tongue. The wine was sweet as she shared the drink with you in a slow, lingering exchange, her tongue dancing with yours before she pulled away with a soft gasp.
"Mmm, delicious~" she hummed, licking her lips, her thumb brushing your lower lip to catch a stray drop.
She took another sip and kissed you again, transferring more of the wine. The process continued until the glass was nearly empty, held loosely in her hand as she swayed slightly atop you. The room had grown quieter, the fire now a collection of glowing embers that cast deep, dancing shadows across the velvet walls. The scent of the wine, a rich and heavy fragrance, lingered between you, mixing with the coolness of her skin. You reached up, your fingers hesitantly grazing the silk of her waist, and felt the slight tremor in her own breath.
"Y-You are drunk, milady…." you muttered, your own face slightly flushed.
She chuckled and grasped your jaw, "I do not get drunk from one glass of plum wine, darling. I'm a Mondstadtian, my tolerance is built for five glasses of Dandelion Wine~"
She kept the glass on the side table and simply leaned more into you, letting the silence engulf the space. There were no more reports to file, no more logistics to finalize, and no more roles to play. Signora shifted her weight, pressing her chest against yours as she leaned in, her voice dropping to a velvet whisper that grazed your skin.
"And perhaps…." she murmured, her lips hovering just a fraction of an inch from yours, "you should stop thinking of me as your superior and start thinking of me as a woman who has had a very long, very tedious day~"
The invitation was a physical weight, pressing against the air between you more firmly than any official mandate she had ever issued. For a moment, the silence of the room felt absolute, broken only by the dying crackle of the cedar logs. You let your hands slide from her waist to the small of her back, pulling her closer until there was no longer any gap to bridge. The silk of her gown felt like water beneath your palms, slipping and sliding as you felt the warmth of her skin radiating through the fabric.
"You have never waited for me to adjust, milady. You always take what you want~" you teased.
Signora’s response was not a word, but a low, throaty laugh that vibrated against your chest. She tilted her head, her gaze sweeping over your face with a predatory sort of affection.
"True. I have little patience for hesitation. But…" she added, her voice softening as she leaned in to brush her nose against yours, "there is a particular pleasure in watching you struggle to keep your composure. It makes the moment you finally surrender all the more satisfying."
"Then consider me surrendered." you whispered, the words barely escaping your lips before she silenced them with a kiss that was far less patient than the last.
The kiss was an anchor, pulling you under a tide of heat and silk. Signora’s movements were no longer lazy, there was a focused intensity to the way she clung to you, her fingers digging slightly into your shoulders as if to ensure you were as present in the moment as she was. The composure she maintained in the halls of the Zapolyarny Palace— the icy, untouchable facade of a Harbinger— had completely evaporated, leaving behind a woman whose breath came in short, jagged hitches against your skin.
"Lay back, I want your tongue in me."
She ordered, leaving no place for hesitation as she pushed you to lay flat on the sofa. She wasted no time to crawl over your face, her thighs on either side as her hands reached down to raise up her gown and slide away her panties. The air in the room seemed to thicken, the remaining warmth of the hearth now feeling like a distant flicker compared to the heat radiating between you. You reached up instinctively, your hands finding the smooth, cool curve of her hips to steady her, your fingers sinking into the soft flesh.
"Don't stop until I say, Y/n~" with that, she lowered herself on your mouth.
The taste of her hit you instantly and you didn't hesitate, your tongue licking stripes up her folds as she wanted. Signora let out a sharp, shuddering gasp that echoed through the quiet room, her fingers digging into the velvet of the sofa as she arched her back. The composure she wielded like a weapon in the diplomatic courts of Teyvat had completely crumbled, replaced by a raw, guttural sound of approval. She shifted her weight, pressing herself more firmly against your mouth, her breath hitching in rhythmic intervals that matched the frantic pace of your tongue.
The world narrowed down to the scent of her skin and the slick, velvet heat of her core. You worked with a focused intensity that mirrored the precision of the reports you had just finished, though the stakes were infinitely higher. Your tongue traced the delicate ridge of her center, swirling in slow, deliberate circles that drew a high, melodic keen from her throat. She wasn't just reacting, she was unraveling. Every flick and suction was met with a sharp intake of breath, her hips rolling instinctively against your mouth as she sought to deepen the contact.
"That's it… mmh… good girl…." she moaned, her fingers interlacing in your hair now.
The grip was firm, almost possessive, guiding the rhythm she craved. You could feel the tremors radiating through her thighs, the muscles tightening as the tension built. You didn't let up, focusing on the sensitive peak of her pleasure, alternating between broad, sweeping licks and focused, pointed pressure. Signora, who usually commanded the room with a single glance, was now reduced to a series of broken whispers and desperate shudders. She arched her back, her chest heaving, the white silk of her gown billowing around her like a fallen cloud.
"Deeper… let me ride your face…." she whispered.
You obeyed, your hands sliding from her hips to the small of her back, pulling her down with a firm tug. The friction of her wetness against your chin and cheeks was an intoxicating contrast to the coolness of the room. As you increased the suction, drinking from her as if she were the finest wine in Snezhnaya, her breath hitched into a high, fragile sound.
"Aaahn…. yes… just there… f-fuck… I'm close~"
Her movements became frantic, her hips stuttering in short, desperate bursts against your lips. You could feel her heart hammering against her ribs, a mirror to the frantic drumming in your own chest. With one final, concentrated swirl of your tongue and suction of your lips against her clit, Signora’s body suddenly locked. A sharp, guttural cry escaped her, her fingers tightening in your hair as a wave of release crashed over her. She shuddered violently, the tension in her thighs snapping as she collapsed against your chest, her breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps.
The silence that followed was heavy and warm, broken only by the sound of her ragged breathing and the final, dying pop of a cedar log in the hearth. Signora remained draped over you for a long moment, her forehead resting against your collarbone, her body still twitching with the aftershocks of her release. The predatory intensity that usually defined her had softened into something fragile and exhausted, a side of the Harbinger that only the walls of this room—and you—would ever witness.
"Well done, but we aren't finished yet." her hand slide down your body until she cupped your core, making you softly gasp, "I believe I have a reward for you~"
Seems like you weren't going out of this room at all tonight….
In another life, Signora is alive and acting like Cersei from GOT instead of getting killed in the third region and later soften up for some reason (I will forever envy another timeline)
Reallll 😭🫠
In another life she's a ptn or wuwa character who actually got treated well and became playable the way she should have been 😔😔
the way Signora has been portrayed lately hatched the conspiracy theory in my head that there were separate writers for her back in the earlier versions vs now, then inazuma writing fumbled so badly that they completely changed the writing direction and writers so when they eventually found out how to write a female harbingers well they showed bits of signora again to imply that they’ve changed their idea of what she was supposed to be compared to inazuma
I have zero evidence for any of this btw but it’s funny to think about
Oh no this is no conspiracy theory, there is genuine information about this and although I cannot present anything cause it all comes from leakers and insiders with unverified claims, there's genuinely believable evidence that the writing team changed either sometime right before Inazuma or after 2.1, or that they changed the writing direction of the Fatui after Winter Night's Lasso. I'll talk about some leaks I saw back before Inazuma released and after Lasso (long discussion ahead)
Firstly it's said Mihoyo might have accelerated to bring Inazuma earlier than planned cause the fandom was getting restless for new content. It was their first time making a game like this and they got an unexpected amount of success with it, I personally believe they would have eventually made it more like hi3 if the game didn't explode as much as it did. But keeping that aside, early leaks of Inazuma story involved stuff like Ayaka being a candidate to be the next Electro Archon cause the current one was just a puppet and Thoma was in fact her fiancé. This, as expected, caused a huge uproar in CN community and they changed Ayaka to be Traveller waifu. Mind you, Signora was nowhere mentioned in these early leaks, the first ever leak of her death appeared just a few weeks before 2.1 and it was a blurred shot from the cutscene.
Secondly, after the disaster of 2.1 there were insider claims that the writing team changed some months ago because mihoyo wanted to put the main writers on hsr so Genshin got some newbies. Hence the veterans went there and the newbies in Genshin had to somehow manage a huge game like this. Their vision might have been different from the old team and they made last minute changes to 2.1 hence how so many things are messed up. Not just Signora but even other characters and plot points were done terribly, they tried to damage control through Ayato's demo and other quests later throughout Inazuma. Another thing, during late Inazuma we got the first ever mentions of Arlecchino in a world quest and she was referred as 'Lord Arlecchino', then after her reveal in Lasso this was in fact changed to Lady Arlecchino. Similar edits have happened elsewhere like with Dendro Archon.
It's not an overstatement to say that Winter Night's Lasso is one of their most hyped teasers till date. They smartly used her funeral to reveal the rest of the Harbingers, conveniently drawing away the attention from a mournful event to making it super hyped. After this, everyone wanted to know which Harbingers will be playable. Mihoyo obviously keeps track of community trends, they saw the hype and how much everyone wants them especially Arlecchino, Columbina, Pantalone, Dottore and Capitano. At that time; Sandrone, Pulcinella and Pierro were arguably the least hyped. So then, Sumeru happened and we got Childe and Wanderer's voicelines about each of them and— I'm not saying those were facts and should be taken at face value— but some contradictions are quite big to simply brush aside as an unreliable narrator trope.
Then came Fontaine, would you believe that around February-March that year there were story leaks that Arlecchino will die in Fontaine? These appeared a few months before Fontaine teaser released btw. The leaks said there are several drafts of Fontaine story and Arlecchino dies in some of them and it's actually a worse death than Signora, as in it's even less honourable. Ofc these were all 50/50 believable cause same leaks also said Sandrone will appear in Fontaine, but ig you could say this wasn't entirely wrong now. I'm sure Mihoyo plans things well ahead so what I believe is that multiple drafts indeed existed and they had plans to kill her in some but because of her popularity from Lasso, they went with the one she would be alive and playable in the safest way possible. This can be further argued with the way her story was eventually integrated, every single bad thing about the 'Knave' was associated to Crucabena who was simply created to be a scapegoat for her. In retrospect, Crucabena is the worst treated Harbinger.
Oh and, this is the first time we got the switch up of Signora's character through Arlecchino's voiceline. I had criticized it back then and I still do even tho I accept that it is more in character than her present portrayals, but the fact they said something like that gave me the gut feeling they are changing things and I wasn't looking forward to upcoming stuff— which voila, my intuition was right. Then fast forward to Nod Krai and for one, she's referred as Rosalyne 99% of the times by everyone atp which is so weird to see cause why is it only her and not others like Childe?? What happened to the lore of her giving up her true name and identity to don the mask of Fatui and be devoted to Tsaritsa's cause?? Sure you could argue they are colleagues but imo it reduces the impact if they all just casually say it especially for someone like Signora with such deep and traumatizing lore about it.
And so we reach the present time where everything just feels so.... disoriented and as if they are 2 different characters. I know the underlying cause is simply that they softened all Harbingers, especially female, to make them good enough to be playable. Dottore essentially became the next scapegoat, tho I still think he can be back and playable unlike Signora. Signora's case is so confusing cause at one point there is 0 hints for her return— like actual hints of her state and any possibilities related to her powers that could bring a resurrection— and at other point, they keep portraying her this way and using her for other people's stories as if they have more plans for her. I'm utterly baffled by all this. This Odette stuff about replacing her makes me scared although it's not much of a big deal, but I'm 99% certain they will use Odette to give flashbacks of her past and show Signora being her caretaker/mentor etc etc
See, I always hc'd her as the ice queen trope so I fully expected to see a softer side of her but I used to believe it would happen gradually. Like she would appear in every region and we'd slowly interact with her more and find out about her and eventually see the big lore she has that connects all the way back to the Cataclysm. It was a perfect setup in my head to eventually make her the person who takes us inside Snezhnaya to meet Tsaritsa. But at the moment, not only is this soft side way too soft, it's all happening after she's dead and being done from other characters' perspectives to add to their story. So she's essentially being a plot device still which has messed up her own original writing.
They are literally making her LESS of a Tsaritsa devotee....can you believe that???! She said there are aspects of Tsaritsa's vision that she shares.... ASPECTS??? DO U KNOW WHAT SHE SAID IN PALE FLAME?? IN THE ARCHON QUEST?? SHE SAYS ASPECTS AFTER SAYING TSARITSA'S DREAM IS THE PUREST AND MOST NOBLE IN ALL WORLD?? AFTER CALLING HERSELF A TOOL FOR THEIR SHARED GOAL??? AND ALL THIS FOR WHAT?? SO SHE CAN TAKE CARE OF CHILDREN???
NAH FUCK THIS I LOVE MY HAUGHTY CONDESCENDING DOMMY MOMMY SIGNORA I DO NOT ACCEPT THIS RETCON FIGHT WITH THE WALL
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What are your thoughts on Odette possibly inheriting the 'La Signora' title? It also mentioned that she learned under Rosalyne's guidance/mentorship
Oh I actually have seen a lot more than this haha, I scoured the whole pre load to find all info on her
Ok so from this it doesn't look like she's adopted daughter, this gives more of a mentor-protege relationship and I actually feel Signora could have been matron for the whole opera troupe. Overall this sounds fine but it does reduce the impact of her trauma a bit cause it was said her voice ran dry so I assumed she stopped engaging in singing and dancing. But still it's better than having an adopted child at least.
About the title inheritance.... yeah that's bs because why are they so keen to replace her title only?? Why not the same for Scaramouche and Capitano? Scaramouche's seat has been empty for centuries and, in my knowledge, there has never been a mention of what they plan to do about it? I know Capitano is retained out of respect, and I anyways believe he'll be back. But still why is this treatment only for Signora?? It also feels strange this is coming after they suddenly started referring to her as Rosalyne almost everywhere. They really saw people hate her too much and flipped her entire character 😭
I don't really believe Odette will actually inherit it, currently we have no idea about their relationship and what Odette thought of her but it's plausible that if Odette's story does involve this then she may reject it out of respect and to keep her late mentor's memory. Not to mention, there is official merch and TCG cards named La Signora so I dont think it's a good idea to make a new character be named that even if it doesn't become her official name.
I have.... many thoughts about other things like Sandrone's voiceline on her and the event lines that she has but this was also a major thing that scared me. I also realized that earlier I said Odette looked like Griseo and who was Griseo's mother figure? Aponia— and Signora actually has some similarities to her and the 13 Flamechasers in general..... so somehow Signora is loosely a mix of Cocolia, Aponia and Eden now. Well, no wonder she's perfect, literally a mix of everyone I like 🥰
But yeah overall I really don't know what this means for her larger role and potential return, doesn't really make me hopeful but also doesn't completely cut down all possibilities. Although this doesn't make me look forward to her mentions in Snezhnaya because they have completely butchered her writing and it feels like I knew a different character before....