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Duke NuCum's PureSmut: TCG (Throat Choke Gaymers)

Thanks for checking this out! This story is part of a larger project that I'm working on. Duke NuCum’s Pure Smut is a collection of original, one-off comic shorts of various lengths. Minimal plot, lots of sex! If this catches your fancy for art, let me know, I'd love to talk! You can find me here or https://linktr.ee/dukenucumcomics or hit me up on Twitter, @dukenucumcomics. Commercial use is prohibited. Also posted on A03 & Cohost!

PAGE ONE

Panel 1: LIZZIE sits in her car, looking at her phone, texting. Everything about Lizzie is small. She’s meek and mild-mannered with mousy brown hair and glasses. She’s seated in a little smartcar. There are only three things about her that are big: her clothes, which make her look smaller in them; her eyes, accented by her eyeliner to make them appear even bigger; and her mouth, which is important because she’s going to put a big dick in it soon.

1. TEXTS: Hey Tiffa I think I’m at the right place the brown one with the big truck?

Panel 2: Lizzie gets out of her little car. Continuing the “she’s small” thing, she’s maybe 2-3 inches taller than it. She’s still looking at her phone.

2. TEXTS: Yup! Come on in

Panel 3: Lizzie walks nervously up a driveway to a brown suburban house. It’s totally normal. Maybe one of those “we believe in science” type signs in the yard with a pink flamingo or a garden gnome. Also in the driveway is a massive pick-up truck–basically the biggest you can get for non-commercial use, and fully 18 inches taller than Lizzie.

3. TEXTS: Tho I wouldnt call that a BIG truck lol

Panel 4: Lizzie looks back at her little car. This is her last chance to turn back if she wants.

4. TIFFA (OFF): Hey cutie!

Panel 5: Standing at the now open front door is TIFFA. Where Lizzie is small, Tiffa is big like her truck. She takes up much of the door frame–about a foot taller than Lizzie (6’4”-ish), broad shoulders, big tits, big thighs, and big muscles. Her body isn’t like Tifa from Final Fantasy 7, it’s like how people with a muscle fetish draw porn of Tifa from Final Fantasy 7. Tiffa has bright red lipstick and is dressed, respectfully, like a slut.

5. TIFFA: You comin’ or not?

PAGE TWO

Panel 1: Tiffa walks Lizzie into her living room. It’s a nice place, but kind of mismatched and loud. Despite the outside, this has the same energy as Tiffa–big!

1. TIFFA: How was the drive? It’s an easy route, but maybe I’m biased.

2. TIFFA: Can I get you anything? Water? Soda? Red Bull?

3. TIFFA: I’m so happy we finally get to meet in person! You’re so cute.

4. LIZZIE: Not too long. I’m okay. Thank you. I’m happy too.

Panel 2: Lizzie stops to look at a painting on the wall.

5. LIZZIE: Is this what I think it is?

Panel 3: Tiffa gives a big cheesy smile.

6. TIFFA: Sure is!

Panel 4: We see they’re looking at a cool ass fantasy painting of a wizard and a dragon or some shit.

7. LIZZIE: This… this is an original Davide Esposito.

8. TIFFA: Yup. For the flight of feathered fire card. The ministry of sin set.

9. LIZZIE: Wow.

PAGE THREE

Panel 1: From behind her, Lizzie’s still staring at the art on the wall, entranced. One of Tiffa’s large hands is pressed against the wall next to it.

1. LIZZIE: It’s beautiful.

Panel 2: Tiffa slams her other hand on the other side of the painting and Lizzie, effectively trapping her in a kabedon, except Lizzie’s only partially turned back toward Tiffa.

2. SFX: Don

3. TIFFA: So are you.

Panel 3: Jumping the rest of the way around, startled, and backing into the wall, Lizzie is nervous. Tiffa’s keeping her distance for now, relatively speaking.

4. LIZZIE: A… uh. Umm…

5. TIFFA: Flustered?

Panel 4: Lizzie nods and blushes as Tiffa leans in closer. Lizzie’s head was already pretty much locked in between Tiffa’s arms, but as she leans in and bends her arms a bit, Lizzie’s really caught.

6. LIZZIE: Y-yuh-yes!

7. TIFFA: I like it.

Panel 5: But Tiffa pushes off from the wall, releasing Lizzie. She’s taunting her prey.

8. LIZZIE: I-I-I thought we might talk before… it.

9. TIFFA: Okay. No worries. What do you wanna know.

PAGE FOUR

Panel 1: Lizzie looks temporarily relieved. She glances back at the painting.

1. LIZZIE: Uh, well… how’d you get into Magician’s Monomachy?

Panel 2: Tiffa smiles and gestures to the couch for Lizzie to sit.

2. TIFFA: Oh, you really want to talk? Uh, sure. Sit down.

Panel 3: Tiffa and Lizzie sit down on the couch next to each other. Tiffa’s totally casual now. Lizzie’s nervous but warming up.

3. TIFFA: I used to be a long haul trucker. A lifetime ago.

Panel 4: Tiffa reminisces. She’s got a sickass 18 wheeler with like cool flame decals.

4. TIFFA: That’s why I said my truck’s not big, but compared to you…

5. TIFFA: Anyway, spent a lot of time on the road.

Panel 5: Tiffa continues reminiscing, now thinking about entering a small town game shop.

6. TIFFA: I needed a hobby that didn’t take up much space, but that I could do most anywhere.

7. TIFFA: Magician’s Monomachy fit the bill.

Panel 6: Final reminiscing. Tiffa’s thinking about kicking some dweebs asses at a Magic the Gathering type game, Magician’s Monomachy.

8. TIFFA: I got pretty good at it. Started seeing where my routes lined up with tournaments. Won a few. And then when the time came to get out of the truckin’ game, I turned to MM.

PAGE FIVE

Panel 1: Still on Tiffa. She looks off wistfully.

1. LIZZIE (OFF): And then you got on TCGaymer?

2. TIFFA: Heh. Yeah. Might’ve been a couple more steps between, but basically.

Panel 2: She turns to look at Lizzie, who isn’t there on the couch any more!

3. TIFFA: And that’s where I met… you?!

Panel 3: Tiffa looks down. Lizzie’s on her knees, mouth open seductively.

4. LIZZIE: Uh-huh. I think I’m ready now.

Panel 4: Lizzie grabs Tiffa’s pants or skirt–whatever she’s wearing down there–making sure to also get her fingers around the panties.

5. TIFFA: Wow, that really turned you on.

Panel 5: Lizzie bites her lower lip expectantly as she looks at Tiffa’s massive cock that’s springing out of her panties.

6. LIZZIE: Uh-huh.

PAGE SIX

Panel 1: Tiffa motions to her cock.

1. TIFFA: Go ahead.

Panel 2: Smiling with her eyes, Lizzie gives it a lick.

Panel 3: She gently wraps her mouth around the head.

Panel 4: She gives the side a kiss.

Panel 5: And another lick.

Panel 6: Tiffa grabs Lizzie by the back of her head.

2. TIFFA: Is that all you got?

PAGE SEVEN

Panel 1: Tiffa shoves Lizzie’s head down on her cock.

1. TIFFA: I thought you were here for a throat fucking.

Panel 2: Lizzie deepthroats. She’s starting to choke.

2. SFX: Guk guh

Panel 3: Tiffa pulls Lizzie’s head back, releasing it. A line of drool connects Tiffa’s cock and Lizzie’s mouth.

3. LIZZIE: Yes, mistress.

4. LIZZIE: Please fuck my throat.

Panel 4: Tiffa grabs Lizzie by the neck.

5. TIFFA: Someone’s eager.

Panel 5: Tiffa essentially reverses their positions, shoving Lizzie back against the couch as Tiffa stands.

6. TIFFA: So eager, she’s forgetting about the foreplay.

PAGE EIGHT

Panel 1: Obeying Tiffa’s commands, Lizzie moves as instructed.

1. TIFFA: Arms up!

Panel 2: Tiffa pulls Lizzie’s top off, revealing Lizzie’s cute little titties.

2. TIFFA: Give me this.

Panel 3: Gently, Tiffa puts a thumb on Lizzie’s lip, grabbing her face.

3. TIFFA: When I’m done ruining your fucking mouth, I want to see it all over your body.

Panel 4: And with that, Tiffa shoves her cock back in Lizzie’s mouth.

4. LIZZIE: Yes, mis–guhk!

PAGE NINE

Panel 1: With a hand on the back of her head, fingers wrapped in her hair, Tiffa forces Lizzie down on her cock. It’s firm and forceful, but not violent. And Lizzie’s loving it.

1. SFX: Guk muf

Panel 2: Tiffa lets go, mocking. Lizzie doesn’t seem like she cares.

2. TIFFA: You think you can handle it on your own now?

3. TIFFA: Or do you still need me to do it for you?

Panel 3: Lizzie licks the head greedily.

4. LIZZIE: Yea.

Panel 4: And wraps her mouth back around it.

5. SFX: slupp

6. SFX: pchk

Panel 5: Lizzie pulls off.

7. SFX: sslulp

8. SFX: mmft

Panel 6: And goes back down.

9. SFX: horf

PAGE TEN

Panel 1: With one hand wrapped around the bottom of Tiffa’s shaft, Lizzie pulls herself off, leaving a trail of drool behind. Anything we can see of her body has drool dripped across it.

1. SFX: lllup

Panel 2: Lizzie’s got too much drool built up, so she bubbles it out of her mouth, dripping down her chin.

Panel 3: She wipes some away with her free hand.

Panel 4: And wraps that drooly hand around the dick in front of her face, now stroking with both hands.

Panel 5: She barely gets the tip in her mouth, looking like she’s going to meet her hands, when Tiffa pulls her hair back.

2. SFX (SMALL): Puh

3. TIFFA: Good job. But I think you’re forgetting something.

4. LIZZIE: Whuh?

PAGE ELEVEN

Panel 1: Tiffa easily picks LIzzie up from her knees to a standing position.

1. TIFFA: You’re forgetting I want some too.

Panel 2: Equally easily, Tiffa starts turning Lizzie over.

2. TIFFA: Let’s get you positioned.

3. LIZZIE: Whoa!

Panel 3: Lizzie is now upside down on the couch. Her crotch is right on the back edge, legs hanging in the air off the back, head pressed into the cushions. Tiffa’s removing Lizzie’s pants and undies.

4. TIFFA: Let’s get that pretty little dick out, shall we?

5. LIZZIE: D-do it fast. I need you back in my mouth.

Panel 4: As Tiffa’s dick is shoved back in Lizzie’s mouth, she closes her eyes in ecstatic relief.

6. TIFFA (OFF): Oh yeah? Here you go.

Panel 5: Lizzie’s legs kick to help get her panties off as Tiffa peels them.

Panel 6: Tiffa gets a good look at Lizzie’s dick. It’s cute, like the rest of her, pretty small, but just big enough to poke through her labia.

7. TIFFA: Mmmm. Just my size.

PAGE TWELVE

Panel 1: Half-splash on the left side of the page. Lizzie and Tiffa 69 on the couch. Lizzie’s head is pressed into the couch, drool flowing down her cheeks toward her eyes and ears. Tiffa gently takes all of Lizzie’s cock in her mouth, like she’s eating a chocolate whole to let it melt in her mouth.

Panel 2: Tiffa takes her mouth off Lizzie, revealing a perfect red lipstick ring around it.

1. TIFFA: I like this color on you.

Panel 3: Lizzie attempts to acknowledge with a nod, but she can’t see it and is mostly focused on choking on this dick.

2. LIZZIE: Hehhf.

3. SFX: Shllp

PAGE THIRTEEN

Panel 1: Tiffa pulls back somewhat to actually talk to Lizzie. Tiffa’s looking down, Lizzie’s looking up.

1. TIFFA: Hey, you good? Can you breathe down there?

2. LIZZIE: Uh… heh. Uh-hnh.

Panel 2: Mightily, Tiffa once again flips Lizzie–this time so that Tiffa’s back is now to the couch, ass landing in the puddle that had formed from Lizzie’s drool, and Lizzie is just held against her in the air.

3. TIFFA: Great.

Panel 3: From there, they go sideways, so Tiffa’s going to be laying on the couch with Lizzie on top of her.

4. TIFFA: Having fun?

5. LIZZIE: Yes!

Panel 4: They 69 on the couch.

6. TIFFA: Goob. Eee hoo.

PAGE FOURTEEN

Panel 1: For once, Lizzie takes the lead, pushing herself up and off.

1. LIZZIE: But, umm…

Panel 2: Lizzie looks over her shoulder at Tiffa. Lizzie’s face is covered in drool on both sides of her mouth.

2. LIZZIE: …I haven’t cried yet.

Panel 3: Tiffa’s face lights up with an idea.

3. TIFFA: We can fix that.

Panel 4: Tiffa stays where she is, lying back on the couch. Lizzie, however, is now on all fours between Tiffa’s legs, head hovering just above her cock.

4. LIZZIE: Like this?

5. TIFFA: Perfect.

Panel 5: Using her thick thighs, Tiffa pulls Lizzie down to choke on cock.

6. TIFFA: Can you breathe?

7. LIZZIE: Kuhk. Yuff.

Panel 6: Lizzie visibly moves down as Tiffa tightens her grip. Tears start to form at the corners of Lizzie’s eyes.

8. TIFFA: We can fix that too.

PAGE FIFTEEN

Nine Panel Grid.

Panel 1: All the odd numbered panels (except 9) are going to be Lizzie being held down by Tiffa’s legs, choking on cock. If you want her moving up and down it, that’s fine. The big difference is her face is going to get progressively messier. Right now, she’s got all the drying and fresh drool on her face, plus a single tear line leading from each eye, tinted slightly black from her eyeliner.

1. LIZZIE: hork

Panel 2: Close on the corner of Lizzie’s mouth. Drool bubbles out of it, caught between the edge of her lip and Tiffa’s cock.

2. SFX (SMALL): pippippip

Panel 3: Standard shot again. Drool leaks from the corners of her mouth. A few more tear tracks with eyeliner are running down her cheeks.

3. LIZZIE: Hu-hunnh. Gak.

Panel 4: The base of Tiffa’s shaft, disappearing into Lizzie’s mouth, almost all the way to the balls.

4. SFX: slupp

Panel 5: Standard shot again. Lizzie’s more actively crying now, her eyeliner starting to get really messed up as the force of her tears and her blinking has fully started rubbing off the top too.

5. LIZZIE: W-wunn unn. Gwup.

Panel 6: A close-up on one of Lizzie’s eyes showing the tears and make-up streaming.

Panel 7: Standard shot again. Lizzie’s face is so wet with tears, drool, and make-up, it’s honestly kind of hard to tell what’s what. She’s turning red.

6. LIZZIE: ffffffff

Panel 8: Close on her mouth and tongue as Lizzie lets off, still licking Tiffa’s head, but no longer deepthroating her. Tiffa’s cock is throbbing.

7. TIFFA: Fuck! I’m about to…

Panel 9: The money shot. The final layer of wet goo on Lizzie’s face. In addition to everything else, she gets blasted both on the face and in the mouth by Tiffa’s cum. It’s thick, everywhere, and instantly mixing in with the other fluids.

8. SFX: splooge

PAGE SIXTEEN

Panel 1: A minute or two later. Lizzie sits upright on the couch. Tiffa approaches her with a glass of water and a wet washcloth.

1. TIFFA: So, uh, you okay? You have fun.

2. LIZZIE: Yeah.

Panel 2: Lizzie washes the cum and stuff off her face with the washcloth.

3. TIFFA: Good, good. Me too.

4. TIFFA: So, uh…

Panel 3: Lizzie practically chugs the water. She hands the gross washcloth back to Tiffa.

5. TIFFA: …Did you want to?

6. SFX: chug

Panel 4: Lizzie looks positively chipper now that she’s cleaned and hydrated.

7. LIZZIE: I’d love to play a couple rounds, if you’re down!

8. LIZZIE: But first, uh. Would you want to cuddle?

Panel 5: Tiffa and Lizzie get comfy on the couch, Tiffa holding Lizzie warmly.

9. LIZZIE: I have a couple other requests. Next time, it’d be cool to cum. And I’d like it if you could finger my pussy a bit. Maybe… maybe we could play with each others titties?

10. TIFFA: Oh, god, did you not like it?

Panel 6: Lizzie cuddles up closer.

11. LIZZIE: I did. That’s why I said next time.

12. LIZZIE: I came here to get throat fucked. I knew what I was in for.

Panel 7: Lizzie flips to straddle Tiffa, making Tiffa start to get erect again.

13. TIFFA: Just making sure. You’re kinda bossy, y’know?

14. LIZZIE: Whatever. I’ll show you bossy!

15. LIZZIE: Carry me to your decks, knave. Prepare to get your ass kicked!

16. CAPTION: End.

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Looking for Collabs (Part 2)

I previously made a post here talking about how I'm looking for artists who might be interested in collaborating on some horny comics for, by, and featuring adults. You can find it here.

I mentioned in there that I recognize I don't have a ton of money to put in up front and that in return, I could offer artists priority in a deal. Again, exact specifics will kinda be case-by-case, but I found a collaboration agreement template recently that some comics folks were recommending and felt like getting a clearer idea of what I'd be willing to offer on that front would be super nice, so I'm doing that.

For any project, these would roughly be the terms, though obviously with adjustments for specifics.

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ORIGINAL WORK

Each party's contribution to the Work shall be wholly original save to the extent that it derives from or relates to the other party's contribution. Neither party's contribution shall infringe upon the copyright of any third party, with the exception of the creation of a transformative work of sexual parody, with all risks of publishing therein assumed by both parties. Neither party in the creation of this work will be obscene or defamatory of any real person.

FULFILLMENT OF AGREED DUTIES

2. Each party shall perform and fulfill, actively and on-time, all of its obligations under the agreement. 2.5. Deadlines and timeliness definition to be set by both parties within reasonable limits relative to the length and complexity of the project at the beginning of the project.

OWNERSHIP 3A. (Option) Creator 1 and Creator 2 share the work equally for all purposes throughout the world in their contribution to the Work. All Creators shall equally control any dealings with, for, and about the Work. Any contract that in any way affects the rights to the Work must be signed by all parties. Any party may grant a power of attorney to the other party for this purpose. No party will have the right to make any change in the completed work without the written consent of the other party; consent will not be unreasonably withheld by any party. 3B. (Option) Creator 1 maintains the exclusive rights to their creation for all purposes throughout the world, and assumes the responsibility of control of any dealings with, for, and about the work. Creator 2 (aka Duke NuCum) shall receive payment either at an agreed upon rate for their contribution or shall receive an agreed upon equal exchange of work that he maintains exclusively, barring additional details of this agreement.

SPLIT 4A. In consideration for their contributing to the Work on these terms Creator 1 and Creator 2 (aka Duke NuCum) shall split revenues accrued from the work at a reasonable rate [e.g. 60/40] after Creator 1 has recuperated a majority of their agreed upon rate and/or after a period of exclusivity of sales. 4B. Creator 1 shall pay a reasonable and agreed upon rate for Creator 2 (aka Duke Nucum)'s services, pursuant to the above terms of ownership.

CONFIDENTIALITY

5. Creator 1 and Creator 2 (aka Duke NuCum) each agree to keep secret and confidential both prior to and following publication of the Work any information acquired in the course of researching, writing, or editing the Work that is not in the public domain and that relates to the personal history, circumstances, or business affairs of the other, or otherwise concerns the Work, or the existence or terms of this Agreement or of any other agreement relating to the Work.

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Something like that, at least. Like, I know business terms stuff is the least fun, least sexy part of creating anything, which is why I don't like harping on it, but I'm interested in really trying to make this a thing and I want any potential collaborators to know I'm taking it seriously to make and commercially release porn comics in a way that would be favorable to them.

#nsfw writer #nsfw comics #nsfw designer #looking for artists #looking for collabs #businessnotpleasure #nsfw letterer

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Repentance of a Fatui’s Sins...

Hey Tumblr! Just checking in with a little sample of a publicly available to read comic script I wrote! I wanna share more of my writing as I continue trying to make dirty comics, so figured it'd be good for people to be able to read more! This is just an excerpt, you can read the rest at https://archiveofourown.org/works/44271316

PAGE TEN

Panel 1: This page is set up as 4 equal-sized panels. On the left-hand side of this first panel is Victoria’s face, monologuing. The rest of the panel is a montage of Mondstadt. Rosaria is dipping out of a Church function, leaving a frustrated Victoria on the pew watching her go. VENTI lazes in the hands of the Ameno Archon statue in front of the Church. LISA reads a smutty book with a cup of tea, an ignored line forming behind her at the Library.

VICTORIA: While it has yet to be adopted as Church scripture, I believe that each Archon’s realm corresponds to one of the greatest sins.

2. VICTORIA: Here in Mondstadt, the people are free, yes, but that freedom has made them slothful. Lazy.

3. VICTORIA: And it is up to the devoted like me to keep our morals from softening and becoming slothful, too.

Panel 2: A montage of Liyue. YANFEI is acting in her role as advocate, negotiating a deal between two fishermen. XINYAN is putting on a show to a small crowd. While some people are really into it, a couple in the foreground is ignoring the performance for an advertisement of YUN JIN and the Liyue Opera. NINGGUANG stands before her intel wall in the jade chamber, taking note of what she’s learned. ZHONGLI looks over a crowded street, unnoticed and anonymous as he likes.

4. CAPTION (VICTORIA): “Liyue is a place of greed. It is a nation known for its excess of wealth and beauty, but still they want more.

5. CAPTION (VICTORIA): “Every agreement–every contract–is in favor of material goods. I hear their archon has passed and I fear what their greed may bring with no spirituality to guide them.

Panel 3: A montage of Inazuma. The RAIDEN SHOGUN sits on her throne, contemplating eternity. GOROU salutes to SANGONOMIYA KOKOMI, reporting for duty. YOIMIYA smiles happily as she watches fireworks. ARATAKI ITTO makes a boastful show of how cool he is to some kids playing on the street.

6. CAPTION (VICTORIA): “Inazuma is said to be a land seeking eternity. They are so prideful of their nation that they’ve sealed themselves off from Tevyat at large.

7. CAPTION (VICTORIA): “How long will it be, I wonder, until their archon’s pride–the vision she believes she can make them enact–brings her into conflict with her people?

Panel 4: A montage of Sumeru… kinda. SAYID watches prayers at the Ameno Archon’s statue in Mondstadt, taking notes. SORAYA investigates a dusty old piece of something at the Wangshu Inn. ANISA investigates old mechanisms on the beaches of Watatsumi Island. On the right side of the panel is Viktor’s face.

8. CAPTION (VICTORIA): “I have never been to Sumeru, but having met their scholars, I assume it to be a nation envious of all others.

9. CAPTION (VICTORIA): “While the search for knowledge can be respectable, is it worth the cost of isolation? Of being ever-present, but never engaged? And of taking the secrets of time and land for oneself and your people, not those who live there?

10. CAPTION (VICTORIA): “Ha. Are you sure you’re not from Sumeru yourself, Viktor?”

PAGE ELEVEN

Panel 1: Viktor sneers, insulted by the Sumeru crack.

VIKTOR: I’m sure. You said you had inform–

2. VICTORIA (OFF): I’m getting there.

Panel 2: Victoria holds each of her hands up, palm open and up, talking of two more nations.

3. VICTORIA: Fontaine is a gluttonous place, where it is expected to make a show of your wealth and, ahem, “culture”, no matter how alienating.

4. VICTORIA: And Natlan is ruled by wrath, led by the God of War. I needn’t say more.

Panel 3: Putting a fist to his chest and mustering up his pride, Viktor asks about his own home.

5. VIKTOR: Fine, fine, whatever. You’ve come to the end anyway. So tell me, what of Snezhnaya?

Panel 4: Victoria leans in closer than ever before, her head tilted at a slightly uncomfortable looking angle, her creepy smile back on.

6. VICTORIA: Do you really want to know? Snezhnaya’s sin–your sin–is…

Panel 5: Like the styling of page 10, this is a big panel across the bottom of the page. On the left is Viktor’s face, in shocked realization of what she’s saying. The rest of the panel is a montage, but a sexy one. SIGNORA, his boss, pulling her top down, unleashing her large breasts. LUMINE on her knees, sucking TARTAGLIA’s dick. Viktor’s own throbbing, cumming cock spraying jizz across the faces of a Mirror Maiden, an Electro Cicin Mage, and a Cyro Cicin Mage. And there, on the right side, is Victoria.

7. CAPTION (VICTORIA): “... Lust .

8. CAPTION (VICTORIA): “Desire not just for wealth, power, or material good, but for desire itself.

9. CAPTION (VICTORIA): “Tell me, Viktor, are you not a lustful man?”

PAGE TWELVE

Panel 1: Viktor explodes. He’s so horny, he’s yelling, arms akimbo.

VIKTOR: Of course I am. How could I not be? When-when…

Panel 2: Victoria puts a single finger to his lips. He pauses, confused.

2. VICTORIA: Shh… Very good. You’ve taken the first step.

Panel 3: She takes her finger back and his posture falls.

3. VIKTOR: The first step to…

4. VICTORIA: …Repentance.

Panel 4: She sits back and rests her head on fist. It’s the most casual she’s looked this whole time.

5. VICTORIA: And I am an expert.

6. VICTORIA: You are aware of Rosaria, yes? Her role within the church is to dispense justice. However, justice and punishment are two different things, no?

PAGE THIRTEEN

Panel 1: Viktor gets up to leave.

VIKTOR: Alright, I’ve had enough of–

Panel 2: Victoria barks at him, issuing a command that stops him in his tracks.

2. VICTORIA: Stop. Sit down.

3. VICTORIA: I have not finished speaking.

Panel 3: Viktor spins on his heel to face her. He��s got a hand covering his crotch where his boner is outlined against his pants.

4. VIKTOR: You are a crazy woman. You’ve dealt enough punishment today.

Panel 4: He lectures where she had been, still trying to cover his boner.

5. VIKTOR: You’re right. I want information. But I’m not interested in your… mad philosophies and ramblings..

Panel 5: He turns to storm out.

6. VIKTOR: You keep your vicious words with your archon–away from me. Preferably not to be found by anyone at all.

Panel 6: BUT she’s already in front of him again.

7. VICTORIA: I told you to sit down and listen, blasphemer.

PAGE FOURTEEN

Panel 1: Victoria crosses her arms over her chest.

VICTORIA: I can see you’ll be difficult. Perhaps your saving requires a different tact.

2. VICTORIA: Fine.

Panel 2: She sticks a hand out for a handshake. Viktor looks at it dumbfounded.

3. VICTORIA: I’ll strike you a deal. You Fatui love making deals, don’t you?

4. VIKTOR: What is this? You swing from one extreme to another faster than a frenzied Hilichurl attacking a weary traveler.

Panel 3: Victoria motions with her free hand to the confessional.

5. VICTORIA: We sit in there, one in each booth. We take turns–you tell me one of your sins, I’ll tell you one of mine. Whoever runs out first will owe the other a favor.

Panel 4: His own arms folded, Viktor nods.

6. VIKTOR: Fine, fine. Whatever. Let’s get on with it then.

Panel 5: He slumps towards the confessional.

7. VIKTOR: I can’t say much for this night, or this place, but at least it hasn’t been boring for once. Thanks for giving it a read! Hope you check out the rest! If you're an artist who is interested in drawing part of this, or who digs the formatting/content of what I'm writing, let me know! I'd love to talk about collaborating on some cool stuff! You can find me at https://linktr.ee/dukenucumcomics or hit me up on Twitter, @dukenucumcomics, as well as here!

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Lust Boiling Hotter Than Blood

Author's Note: Hi, I'm Duke! I mostly write and letter NSFW comics, but I'm trying to get more of my work out in 2023, so I thought I'd try my hand at a prose short. Thanks for giving it a read and if you like it, why not follow me here or on other platforms where I hope to share a lot more stuff like this over the coming year.

CW: Blood, Injury, Scars, Bruises, Spit, Fighting, Mitachurl Death, Impaired Judgement, Sex (Wresting, Rough, Non-Consentual Voyeurism, Anal Fingering, Masturbation, Creampie, Cum-in-Mouth)

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Dawn broke over Liyue. Starting over the horizon of the sea of clouds, the sun slowly rose to illuminate the prosperous land of the Geo Archon and the adeptus. From a raised vantage in Jueyun Karst, Ganyu stood, eyes closed, bathed in the soft light of the morning. She breathed delicately, as subtle as the first rays illuminating her.

The tranquility was broken with a loud snore. Ganyu’s own utterance interrupted the peaceful morning so forcefully it woke her.

“Aah! Not again!”

For the fifth day in a row, the hard-working adeptus had missed the sunrise. This week, her work had been taking her away from Liyue Harbor in the wee hours. Besides a job well done for the benefit of the land she calls home, her solace in this task was being able to watch the beauty of a new day… or, it would be, if she had managed to be awake for it at all.

Quiet settled once more as Ganyu became lost in her thoughts. She had not always been the secretary of Yuehai Pavillion, and her mind wandered back thousands of years...

Ganyu had spent her youth in Minlin. She had seen so many days begin and end in the mountains of the stone forest. And when she had grown to be a bit older, no longer a constant by Cloud Retainer’s side, she had spent time exploring the other side of the hills of her home, over to the Bishui Plain, and down Qiongji Estuary with another mentor, the Vigilant Yaksha, Xiao.

They were complicated days. As a half-adeptus, Ganyu had been raised in solitude. Not that she didn’t want companionship, but being half-human and being younger than many of the other adepti, she wasn’t given much opportunity to grow close to others besides Cloud Retainer. She had hoped to change that by growing closer with Xiao. He, too, seemed to have a deep loneliness aching to be filled. But it was not so easy.

Xiao, by his nature, was a warrior and Ganyu, by hers, a beacon of peace. At the best of times, their opposing ideals would work as mutual education. Xiao could teach her more of how to protect herself and Liyue from harm, without choking a beast to death while being swallowed. And in turn, Ganyu could help him balance his karmic debt.

However, at the worst of times, it would just aggravate their differences, and not just those of Ganyu wishing to eat more human food than simply almond tofu. Their very approaches like those of falcons and pigeons. Combined with Xiao’s reticence to allow anyone to grow close to him, they often found themselves more uneasy traveling companions than mentor and mentee.

Despite this divide as great and deep as the Chasm, in solemn and sweet moments, they’d find hints of that companionship they both yearned so deeply for in the silence of the dawn.

These thoughts crossed Ganyu’s mind as she once more felt the sun’s embrace. Much like with her old companion, the fingers of the sun dispelled the dark, but had yet to bring warmth. And so, for the second time in a matter of minutes, Ganyu found herself shocked back to reality by the familiar sounds of battle and a warrior’s cry.

“Disappear!”

The shout rang out, echoing across the hills. Forged by her years of service, Ganyu shifted her bow off her back and notched an arrow so quickly, she barely even noticed. Her attention instead went to finding the source of the cry.

“Yah! Rrrah!”

The sounds of his efforts helped Ganyu’s focus grow taut as her bowstring. The tip of her arrow followed the masked Yaksha as he plunged from the heavens to a group of Mitachurl embattled on the Cuijue Slope below.

Xiao came down with a burst of anemo energy. The Mitachurls that had clearly been surrounding him moments before were blown back by the attack. The momentary reprive was all Xiao needed. In a flurry of motion, he capitalized on their disorientation.

“Hmph!” His jade spear pierced a Mitachurl’s stomach.

“Huuh!” He sliced through an ankle. It was a vicious and deep enough cut to bleed the Mitachurl out before long, but Xiao ended it quickly by jumping against the warrior’s rock shield. While his frame was small, Xiao’s anemo power imbued the hit with enough energy to topple the shield back upon its holder, crushing him.

“RRRAGH!” Ricocheting off the shield, Xiao launched at the final Mitachurl. In an instant, his spear found its target, the tip penetrating the Mitachurl’s thick fur to find purchase right where the skull meets the neck.

As quickly as it had begun, it was over. Xiao stood victorious, alone, over his fallen foes. His mask covered his face, but as Ganyu lowered her bow, she could see the slight shake in his shoulders, the coil in his muscles. An adeptus is rarely exhausted, but even an exertion such as this takes its toll.

Exhaling, Ganyu considered her options. Xiao had not seemed to notice her. She could engage with him, though when he was in a fighting spirit such as this, that came with its own risks. She likely should have been on her way back to the Harbor, to take care of other affairs of the day, and leave any rekindling of companionship for another time.

What she didn’t expect was to be astonished for a third time in a matter of minutes. Seemingly out of nowhere, a statuesque woman rushed Xiao. As rare as it was for Ganyu to be caught off-guard by such an attack, it was even rarer for Xiao, and seeing him barely avoid the first blow sent a shiver down Ganyu’s spine.

But she did not raise her bow. For one such as Ganyu who had spent centuries acclimating to the chill of cryo, it is not cold that can make her shiver. It was a shudder of hot, passionate warmth…

Xiao took a moment to rest. Slaying monsters that threaten Liyue had always been his duty, and something he did with pride. But not without a price, a karmic debt that must always be repaid. A moment’s respite would help, though, allow him to collect himself and quell the pain.

His new opponent was smart. Attacking now, Xiao was barely even aware of her presence, a lapse of judgment that would’ve seen any lesser warrior impaled on her spear. Fortunately, millenia of training kicked in, Xiao’s body as precise a weapon as his spear. Working purely on reflex, his adeptal nature gave him the boost of speed he needed to contend with such a foe, Xiao managed to dodge away at the last second, unscathed…

…Or so he thought for a moment. Then he heard the crack. It was small, subtle, but there. And before his eyes, a sliver of his Yaksha mask fell toward the ground, carved out by his mysterious foe.

Xiao would not make that mistake again. He locked eyes on his opponent. She was statuesque, taller than him, with toned muscles. Her hair was snowy white, her eyes rainbows. Her expression cold as the air around her. With her speed and strength, any mortal would be well fooled into thinking her an adeptus, but Xiao knew better. Whoever this stranger was, she’s no adeptus.

Even after a strange, unannounced attack, a reasonable person may have attempted to speak to their assailant. Ask them who they are, what their business is, why they’re masquerading as an adeptus. There were many questions that Xiao could have asked, but they could be answered when this was finished. For now, Xiao knew he was under attack and that his opponent wielded a Yaksha weapon, one belonging to a lost friend. This was all he needed to know.

“Hrrr-ahh! Die!” Xiao closed the distance between himself and his attacker. He swung his spear, only to have it met with Calamity Queller. The two polearms clashed like thunder, a reverberation of noise and force that lasted an instant as their wielders spun out of the parried attack to begin their assaults anew.

“Calamity falls upon you. Best to give up now and accept your fate,” the stranger said.

“Then let calamity be quelled,” Xiao responded.

It was her turn to make the first move again. She thrusted for his head once more, but Xiao was ready for it. This time, the would-be killing blow didn’t glance off him in the slightest. He countered, going from a low duck to his own attempt at her head. Whoever she was, she had a death wish and at this point, Xiao is happy to oblige.

While his aim was true, her skill was nearly a match for his own. The blow only glanced off of her shoulder, severing a red rope binding.

“No! Do you know what you’ve done?!”

Xiao didn’t, but it seemed to be working. As she looked at the frayed rope, he made another swift strike, cutting the matching cord on her other shoulder. The ropes fell, and her rainbow eyes took on a redder hue.

“You will regret that, if you live long enough…” she growled.

“You don’t know what regret is…”

The taunts did their job. Xiao could see his opponent’s rage rising, which meant her sloppiness would too. While her blows struck hard and fast, he could easily keep up and deflect them. Her movements were quick, but heavy, choreographing the follow-through so he could respond without a moment of hesitation.

She swung Calamity Queller at his head once more.

This time, Xiao jumped. He recognized her feint and was easily able to block her obvious swing with his spear, while also managing to get ahead of her real goal, a low, sweeping kick that would have toppled him.

Unfortunately, once airborne, he had no response to her next attack.

“Unleash!”

An icy wind erupted from the woman, blasting Xiao. He avoided the worst of it, being hit more by force than the ethereal spirit or talismans manifested by his opponent’s vision, but it was enough to knock him prone. His spear fell next to him, out of reach by a matter of inches.

“Rrrah!” She kicked his spear away, further out of reach. A primal rage filled her eyes. “Nnnrgh!” With that, she pierced the ground with Calamity Queller, just under where his legs met. Like a beast, she pounced upon him.

The stranger shifted her legs on top of Xiao’s, pinning them. Similarly, she grabbed at his arms, trying to get a hold of them. Xiao resisted, but in his subconscious mind, he knew something was wrong. She had him dead to rights, and yet left him alive.

The struggle was muted, considering the ferocity in which these champions began their fight. Because she didn’t press the advantage when she had it, they were stuck in a deadlock. Xiao could do little more than attempt to wrench his arms and legs out of her pins, his body writhing and wriggling to get free, but failing because of her leverage and the pressure she placed on him. Meanwhile, whatever her goal in pouncing was could follow through. If she released any part of Xiao to attempt another assault, he’d be able to escape. And so, she adjusted her body to maintain her hold…

Heat flowed through Ganyu as she watched the pitched battle below, sending another shiver through her. The warmth started first in the scar across her belly, just above her waistline, where the beast she had choked had cut her with its sharp, vile teeth. Smaller waves started to radiate from her other old wounds, many long healed and nearly invisible, but now an essential part of her body.

From there, it spread like wildfire. She felt it across her skin despite knowing it was coming from within, still receiving only light from the sun. She felt it in her fingers, aching for something, though not her weapon. She felt it in the curl of her toes, in the stretch marks that still line her belly, in the sudden heaviness of her breath. Her cheeks flushed. Her bosom ached. And her horns…

There are few places on Ganyu’s body as sensitive as her horns. Her fingers reached for some relief, some way of expressing the inferno raging inside the cool half-qilin. And so she grabbed one with a firm but gentle hold. Another tremor rocked her body.

Ganyu had experienced many things over thousands of years. She had known physical pleasure before. But this felt new and different, dangerous as she watched what she now knew to be her old mentor locked into a deadly battle with a woman she had only heard of, Cloud Retainer’s new charge, Shenhe. She knew she should stop it–that she should rebind Shenhe’s red ropes to contain the young mortal’s murderous rage. She knew that, if left unchecked, eventually the Yaksha would get the upper hand and end Shenhe’s life. She knew she could end this all with a well placed arrow and a few choice words.

She knew that until this heat settled, she could not and would not stop what unfolded before her.

Were she in command of her full faculties, Shenhe would not be in this position. While she herself was not an exorcist like her family, she knew a demon when she saw one. She knew how to slay a monster. She knew the danger of not finishing the job. But this demon seemed to know her weakness, having severed the ropes that keep her in check. For that, it deserved a true death, to be brought down by fists and claws and Shenhe herself, not a weapon acting in proxy to her body.

This demon was far more clever than most. It could wield a weapon, speak like a man, even put up enough of a fight to keep her occupied just keeping it down. All she needed was a bit more leverage, though, and she would be able to pound her fist into its mask-like face until the fight left it.

With that decision, a switch flipped in Shenhe. Her hips, which had been moving to maintain her pin, now shifted, as she backed up just a hair to put more pressure on her enemy’s legs. Needing a way to subdue the beast, she attempted to use her chest to suffocate it, even if it risked being bitten.

Her efforts provoked the demon, who began to writhe harder. In her new position, Shenhe found her crotch pressing into her own polearm. She maintained her hold, wriggling right along to keep the demon down and wait for her opening, but something about the pressure of the solid shaft against her began to tickle. It built, the sensation of her rubbing against her weapon driving her frenzy even higher.

Underneath her, muffled by her smothering, her prey cried “Stop!” Shenhe kept up the pressure, kept up the fight, assured it was working. But the “Stop”s changed in tone as she kept going, from protestations to something strangely softer.

And then she felt it… A second shaft pressed into her. Shenhe no longer had time to wait, to keep up this struggle.

Decisively, she bolted up. It was a risk, Shenhe knew that whatever weapon was concealed by the demon’s waist may strike her, but this was her one chance. She felt Calamity Queller quiver with the sudden force of her movement. The reverberation against her backside was an unexpected pleasure, though she was too distracted to give it much thought. She struck with a swift right hook to the demon’s face, but it turned its head at just the right moment…

…And the mask came off. For the first time, Shenhe looked into the demon’s true face. He appeared as a handsome young man. Almost mistakable for an adeptus like her teacher. There were two distinct differences, however. First, where her blow landed, a dull bruise already started to form. Shenhe recognized her own skill, but doesn’t believe she could injure one such as that so quickly and casually. Secondly, unlike every adeptus she had ever met, even the most serious, the demon’s face appeared to have never smiled.

Again, Shenhe felt the demon’s weapon poke her, but whatever it was dull, restricted and restrained by the fabric over it. Not willing to risk more than she must, and still taking advantage of the demon’s momentary confusion, Shenhe pinned it by its new, handsome face with one hand and forcibly stripped its pants and cloths to reveal whatever lay underneath.

A hand covered her mouth to prevent Ganyu from crying out. It was her own. She was torn by everything she witnessed, everything she did. She continued fondling her horns, giving them quick, gentle caresses followed by firm strokes. If she put her hands on both of them, she was sure that it would tear her apart. Everything hit her at once as it was; waves of pleasure from touching her sensitive spots; guilt for letting this unfold; long-thought forgotten feelings of lust and envy for the participants. As she muffled her own scream of pleasure, she wondered if she was more afraid of being caught or of ruining the scene unfolding before her. She wondered how much those two things were the same.

While his opponent had grown into a deeper frenzy, Xiao had actually begun to calm, his karmic debt balancing. The corruption was still there, the rage, but other feelings long thought inert began to swell within him as well. And swell he did.

This woman was clearly insane. She came out of nowhere to attack him, actually had the upper hand, but had grown less and less rational. Now she was pulling his pants down. And Xiao found himself… intrigued.

He never would have expected things to go this way. In many ways, he still didn’t. But having felt this woman’s bust against his face, having felt the way she squirmed when excited, having himself exposed to her–Xiao was hungry and she was the only meal that could satisfy him.

With a quick, deep inhale, Xiao set to his new plan. First, he opened his mouth wide, forcing the woman to adjust her grip. Perfect. He bit her hand hard, feeling the flesh start to break beneath his teeth. Despite this, her grip didn’t loosen, just adjusted, flexing, trying to resume control.

He was counting on it. It wasn’t about her loosening her grip, he was drawing her attention fully to his exposed self and his biting teeth. His hands were free and unwatched. He reached for the diamond-shaped indents in her bodysuit, situated on either side of her waist. His fingers found their grip and tore. She was pulled forward by the force, but resisted, and in trying to move herself away, Xiao found his mouth free of her hand.

RIIIIIPPPPP!

The grip Xiao had was suddenly gone as his opponent pulled back forcefully enough that the fabric of her bodysuit simply gave way. Now they were both exposed. Adrenaline and hormones rushed. Lightning flashed through their veins. Their eyes met, truly making a connection for the first time.

“To the end, then?” the strange woman asked.

Xiao looked up at her face over his. He concentrated, swirling the contents of his mouth. And he spat her own blood back in her face.

He nodded, “To the end.”

Shenhe wiped her own blood and this demon’s saliva off her face. She knew the nature of their fight had evolved, but she still intended to be the victor. For the moment, her greatest advantage was being on top, and she’d like to keep it. She began to turn around, matching her limbs to his to keep him pinned: transitioning arm to leg and vice versa. She moved quickly, truly unsure what he would do if she were to pause, hesitate, for even a moment.

Taking advantage of her height, she reached midway down his legs to grab where his pants had become lodged at his boots. As she did so, she felt his fingers claw into the flesh of her thighs. She grabbed the pants where they’d bunched in the middle, between the legs, and began to lift them into the air. With both legs contained by one hand, she used the other to grab Calamity Queller. The fingers scratched at her legs, but not to wound. It seems they had the same idea.

With the blade of her spear, Shenhe cut the fabric binding the demon’s legs. Torn shreds remained lodged in the tops of his boots, but now his legs were open to freer movement. It was a dangerous thing to give her prey, but Shenhe had a reason.

Meanwhile, the demon fingers finally collected the remaining edge of her bodysuit and began to tear at it more. As the fabric pulled off her body, she could feel the demon’s warm breath just below her holes. Experimentally, to see what happened, she lowered herself down even closer to its face, only to be met with a moist, hungry mouth. The demon’s tongue ran across the length of her, focusing on key areas of weakness.

Unconscious of what she was doing, Shenhe began to grind in a rhythm with the gasping, cloying caresses. Up and down, forward and back, letting the demon taste it all… until his tongue found entry into her. The sudden sensation proved too much too unexpectedly. A sudden wave of pleasure complicated her deep set anger. Shenhe dropped the weight of her hips, hoping to stun her opponent until she could get off and regain control.

“Uhnn”, she heard beneath her. Using the demon’s legs as leverage, Shenhe raised herself off of him, standing bent but nearly upright. She looked down between her legs at the demon’s face. His nose started to bleed, damaged from her weight. For the first time, she saw something resembling a smile on the demon’s face, but quickly it resolved itself into a self-satisfied smirk. “Giving up so soon? I thought this might actually be a fight.”

It swiftly disappeared when she brought her heels together on either side of his abdomen. “Ooogh!” No, she would not give up. She was just getting started.

Keeping a hand on each leg, Shenhe positioned herself over his erection. His calves firmly gripped, she lowered herself onto it. He slid in easily and unlike with his mouth, she was in charge of him entering her. She kept his legs held up as she began to ride him, moving her hips, thighs, and belly. She set the pace and used him for herself. Up and down, up and down, each descent going slightly further down until every inch of him was within her, then repeating.

Soon, the demon began trying to move himself up to meet her, trying to grind against her. He was getting greedy. He wanted more. He tried to thrust harder and harder, to generate momentum, to meet the demand of this new stage of battle and overcome her. Too bad for the demon, Shenhe was in command.

Panting, Ganyu looked up and realized how much higher in the sky the sun was already. She felt the heat of the day settling in. On top of her own internal warmth, it became too much to bear. She had to get out of these clothes. First her slip, undone with the knot on her side, then her sleeves, pulled off firmly, but not forcefully. Finally, her bodysuit, so restrictive it was practically suffocating. She peeled out of it in a rush, just taking enough time and care to make sure it did not rip, but knowing she could not spend another moment more with it on.

The heat intensified from the excitement, the voyeuristic thrill. A potent energy given off by these two reached down to her very core, making Ganyu of all people forget her duty. Just by watching, she felt the same hunger they did, different from her usual appetites. If Xiao had ever hungered like this during their time together, he certainly hid it well. It was gnawing and desperate.

Now stripped nude, Ganyu found her greedy fingers entering herself. She was plenty wet already, enough to easily enter her cunt. It wasn’t enough to douse the flames raging inside her, though. No, it fanned them, made it grow hotter, faster, deeper. Her other hand was uncertain of what to do. Her body was so sensitive, so inflamed, that touching anything sent a burst through her.

And so her hand traced itself around her. A moment at the side of her thigh, across the small edge of her hip, flowing up from her clit through her bush along the hair leading to the scar across her belly, up her sternum across her heart, before fondling her breast, teasing her nipple, back up to her horn, and upon feeling the sensation of her fingers filling her up and her horns being caressed, she came for the first time.

“Nhh… ahh. Yeh, yeh, yeah!” Gasping, shuddering breaths. Another shiver. “Nghn… AAA!” The last exclamation she covered quickly with her hand, hoping she caught the utterance before it took on the wind. Even if she didn’t, the warriors before her were so caught up in their own battle, they never noticed.

Thinking straight was not Xiao’s strong-suit at the best of times. While he always seemed very disciplined, it was as a direct result of suppressing his corruption. To avoid a terrible fate, the ultimate payment of his karmic debt when he still had much to do, he would have to give his all to not succumbing to his worst impulses. In this moment, all reason had gone and for the first time in a long time, Xiao was truly unrestrained. The only limitations he could even begin to describe were the fact he was still wearing his shirt–he wanted it off–and that he could only move so much as this woman took charge.

His shirt he could handle. He peeled it off, revealing his muscled chest. She watched him do it, but her rainbow eyes, still filled with an inordinate amount of red, do not betray whether what she witnessed actually penetrated her consciousness. She was in a rhythm, up and down, up and down, swaying her hips, lost in the motions of battle, using his desperation against him as his own hips tried to take back some level of command despite being suspended by her.

Finally, for the first time, he saw those rainbow eyes begin to roll back. Her lids fluttered between open and closed. Through the motion and the gentle throb of himself, he felt her getting tighter on each bounce, squeezing more and more with every inch of him taken. As he’d known from the start, he would be victorious if he could just get her a little further.

He shifted his heels slightly, balancing them more fully on her shoulders as she bounced up and down once more, starting to slow ever so slightly. The low moans escaping her lips as she constricted around him showed this was his chance. He twisted up, legs bent as far as they could go, but it would all be worth it, if he could just get her to her breaking point. “Kuhh… ru-raah. Huhh huhh huuuh!” She ceased bouncing, overwhelmed. This was his chance and he wouldn’t miss it.

Xiao pushed himself up, his arms shoving his entire weight off of the ground. His heels remained locked in place, putting his weight to his legs, even as he took the opportunity to pull out. It was awkward, and likely not altogether unpainful as she fell back to the ground, her legs bending hard at the knee. But, finally, he was on top. He untangled from her, but his suspicions proved correct. He had clearly chosen the right moment. If she experienced any pain, it was unreadable across her face, contorted as it was in pleasure, a small line of drool coalescing at her cheek.

Now that he was in charge, he knew the first thing he must do was finish what he started earlier. The only thing left covering either of them significantly was the top of her bodysuit. Going absolutely wild, barely keeping his corruption in check, he tore through it with his teeth and fingers, unleashing her massive chest. Her breasts tried to hide from him by retreating to her armpits, but that just wouldn’t do.

“You almost believed you had won, didn’t you? Pathetic.” He grabbed at her breasts, feeling them out, causing her to squeal and wriggle in resistance. Each stroke, each fondle sought to gather information. Since she had first tried to weaponize them, Xiao’s had been consumed with a need to discover more about them: their firmness, their sensitivity to his touch, their everything.

“Ha Ha. I’m not… done with you yet, demon. Aaah!”

“Demon? I conquer demons, little exorcist. You’ve not seen the power of a Yaksha yet.”

“Y-y-yaksha?”

“Of course! I am Adeptus Xiao, last ancient warrior of Liyue. Now hold still.” He shifted his weight up her body to be sitting on her sternum. With one hand, he reached down to where drool pooled on her mouth, scooping it up and dropping it back down impatiently between her breasts.

“I am Shenhe. I believe you know my master, Cloud Retainer,” she said as he pushed her chest together around his length. “I believe there has been a… mistake.”

“Useless girl, of course there has. You challenged me.”

His hands could not fully grasp her, so they settled around the most sensitive areas. His fingers rested on either side of her nipples, teasing them as he barely brushed them. His grip tightened and he pressed her together and began to thrust. Much like she did to him, he began a rhythm, grinding against her, feeling the soft squeeze of her wrapped around him. It didn’t take long for him to lose himself in it, not even realizing she had taken over on holding herself…

In some rational part of her brain, Shenhe processed all the information she had gained. She attacked an adeptus, not a demon. They fought to a stalemate, which led to some sort of heavy mutual lust and agreed upon action, which now manifested as a sexual competition. She was pretty sure someone else was here, watching, though that was the least of her concerns. But the rational part of her brain was in play. The removal of her ropes already had brought her to a baser self, acting off of instinct and rage. Now her thoughts had clouded over entirely in favor of sensation and satisfaction, pitched in the heat of this new sort of battle.

A single idea formed, worming its way through the haze of her lust. She would choke Xiao and if he enjoyed it, good, if it killed him, better. All the thought had to do was travel through her. It moved slowly as her body continued on instinct. Her body allowed him to press himself against her, to squish into her and thrust between her and bounce his tight little butt up and down just above her belly. Not just allowed him, but helped him.

Her thought gained momentum as she realized she was enjoying his pleasure, using her rage as a battering ram to reach her extremities.

“I’m getting close. Get ready, impertinent whelp,” he said. He grabbed her long, braided hair and pulled her head up. Knowing what he meant, she opened her mouth wide, but stopped helping him otherwise. The tip of him barely crossed the threshold of her lips when it erupted. Once it filled as much as she could handle, Shenhe quickly snapped her mouth shut, nipping him.

She swallowed as she sat up, she couldn’t help it, but she knew there was still more in her mouth. She used him to pull herself up, savoring the surprise in one cheek, as he slipped back down her frame. Finally, sitting upright, she once again towered over him, despite his position on top. With the speed only known to those trained in the adeptal arts, she grabbed him by the throat, squeezed, and as he inadvertently gasped for air, she put her mouth over his, spitting his own spillage back into him.

This triggered something in Xiao. He pushed her away. Within seconds, they had gone from an awkward embrace to wrestling once more for control. She attempted to grapple him into a headlock. He rolled her to her back and sat on her, butt to butt, pulling her legs back. She grasped him by the torso in a vise-like thigh hold. He managed to set her height against her, going low as she went for him, flipping her entirely over him. Slowly, as their battle continued, their skin became emblazoned with badges of honor: cuts, scrapes, bruises, a bit of blood.

The fight was just as exciting as the sex. Maybe even moreso. Shenhe was pleased.

“Aah, ah, ah, nhh!” Ganyu could not stop touching herself watching Shenhe and Xiao rage on below and her need only deepened. She added another finger. She switched hands. She played with both her holes, fingering them together and separately. She rubbed her horns and her belly, her scars and her inner thighs, her clit and her nipples, every possible body part that elicits pleasure and still she wasn’t satisfied.

Now, the sun high in the sky, she watched as they play wrestled. The hits still connected with force and they both looked worse for wear, but the true threat of death seemed to have passed for the thrill of the fight. Ganyu found this a sweet relief. For every hit and grapple, there was a fondle, a check of Xiao’s member–though why it needed to be checked was beyond Ganyu, because even after spending his seed, he hadn’t gone down at all. If anything, he had only continued to grow and become more swollen.

Nearly overwhelmed, a thought finally crossed Ganyu’s mind. She had no idea how long this would last. Two adeptal trained warriors seemed like they could go on forever. A new idea settled into her mind, she should stay and observe and attempt to reach her own upper limit for as long as they would take, or until she saw signs of any other potential voyeurs, in which case she’d finally intervene. And, for the briefest of moments, the thought of intervention turned to the thought of joining.

Upon this, Ganyu’s fifth orgasm of the day, she fully released, her hand and the terrain covered in a hot fountain of her own fluids. She had never achieved this before and was very excited to see how many more times she could do it.

The long day turned to night and still a victor was yet to be found. Xiao was actually impressed by this Shenhe, though he wouldn’t admit as much to her. A human being able to keep up with an adeptus in any regard is rare. One who can keep up this well for this long is truly remarkable.

That said, Xiao believed this to be the final round, his adeptal nature finally overwhelming her training. He pinned her to the ground, a challenge to negotiate when he is the smaller of the pair. He tried to line up the position blind, fearing he would lose his hold with too much movement of his torso, but it proved challenging when the first hole he tried put up more resistance than expected. He realized his mistake and adjusted. When he got it right, she stretched to envelop him easily. Once again, he began a series of thrusts, in and out, in and out, each one feeling like he was pounding her deeper into the earth.

He kept going and going, only stopping when he released his third–fourth, no third, fourth of the day, but third inside her–burst. His body shuddered, draining. Their battle without pause, it added to his previous efforts, overflowing out of her. Finally, Xiao thought to himself, it is over. He rested for a moment…

…Only for Shenhe to once again pick herself up, climbing onto all fours, bucking him not off, but back. She would not accept defeat. “Again. Go again. I shall not yield to one such as you.”

Xiao pulled out himself though, throbbing still, his adeptal stamina still able to continue. “And I shall not relent to one such as you.”

A heavy pause rested in the air. An immovable object met an unstoppable force and time tired both sides, but did not stop them.

It was only a moment and it did not last. Shenhe sat up only to grab Xiao around the neck. She pushed him down, pinning his face to the ground. “Perhaps this will convince you to give in to fate.” Xiao allowed it, taking an additional moment to regain his strength for the battle to come. Shenhe reached to his backside, taking a cheek with each hand. They were firm in her grip, well toned, but parted easily with the slightest effort. Xiao could not see what she was doing, but he felt the warmth against him, heard the soft groan of her release. He knew she let loose some of his own seed back onto him, but was still surprised when she turned it into lubrication for his hole.

As her fingers sank into him, penetrating him for the first time in his life, he was assailed by fantastic new sensations. Her fingers were so long and thin, they perfectly reached something inside Xiao, something he did not know he had. It didn’t take long for her playing with him to see results. A new trembling started, one that ran through his worn muscles and through his recovered self. When Shenhe finally took it in her other hand, even her gentler strokes threatened to send him into a new frenzy, and when she grew rougher, the eruption caused his whole body to clench and shake.

And so it went, back and forth, throughout the night. Each believed that they had brought their opponent to the brink, that victory was finally within their grasp, only to be proven wrong. At times, the rage consumed them, the need to resolve this battle of wills definitively. Fists would once more fly, creating a fresh wave of cuts and bruises. Death became not just a possibility, but the only resolution again. Then it would calm back down to bouts of sheer stamina, the pleasures of their battle overwhelming even their deep seated anger, an animalistic force so primal it went beyond ideals of corruption.

Hands attempted to reach conclusions, mouths to fill the hunger that rested within them, weapons redrawn in a combination of fury and a need to discover new sensations of pleasure. Their bodies kept going and going…

Dawn broke over Liyue. It started over the horizon of the sea of clouds, illuminating the land of the adeptus and bathing the world in a gentle light. As the first beams hit Jueyun Karst, they lit upon Shenhe and Xiao, their match finally concluded.

At some point in the wee hours, both found the release of sleep. The larger woman caressed the smaller man, a strangely gentle hold after such a brutal battle. Both were covered in injuries and fluids, but worn well, added to their contentment. Beside them, Shenhe’s ropes were rebound and Xiao's mask mended, waiting for them whenever they awoke. Their tranquility was broken as familiar noise penetrated the silence. It was a low, rumbling scream of pleasure as Ganyu achieved her sixteenth orgasm, this one the strongest of them all, all her pent up feelings gushing out of her. Her watch of the beastly pleasures of the wild lovers is finished as Ganyu begins a new day as she had always intended, performing her duty to help the citizens of Liyue, and once more seeing the sun rise.

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