#;verse : neuvillette

[kunishirou]

Dropping unnecessary neuvithesley angst in your timeline.

Content warning: abo verse, mention of mpreg.

[asbestos-11]

mpreg beam activated

[house-of-tales]

@virtuallghosts

Neuvillette esperava tranquilamente em seu escritório pela visita de Winter. Havia decidido ele mesmo entrar em contato com a outra, com as tão desejadas palavras.

Você foi aprovada. Se possível, compareça ainda hoje ao Palais Mermonia. Caso necessário, entre em contato para requisitar outro dia.

Não tinha dúvidas de que a escolha havia sido correta. Não só pelo currículo, mas pela vontade de trabalhar da outra. Pelo o que já havia visto sobre ela, era nítido que era uma pessoa organizada e bem determinada. Era só esperar ver os frutos de trabalhar para outro tipo de líder.

Assim que Winter foi recebida pelas Melusines, logo o Iudex se levantou ao vê-la adentrar seu espaço.

"Olá, senhorita Winter. Como vai? Espero que bem."

[demigoddessqueens]

sweet kiss

Based off a three for one ask from HERE

Miguel

You were feeling cheeky and decided to just take the first step, only the sharpened claws debuted as soon as you started to kiss his knuckles. Still shy about revealing them, Miguel nervously anticipates what you think of them as you pepper gentle kisses along them

Neuvillette

He was mindlessly looking over documents at his desk and you were feeling restless, lacing a free hand with your own. Distracted only for a moment, Neuvillette gasps as he feels your soft lips against his knuckles. The rain begins to pour outside your home

[draconiclotus]

@reliquiicis asked: { lap } : one muse pulls the other into their lap to finger them / play with them (neuvillette.. helping poor dan heng through one of his ruts...)

random, kinda kinky prompts compiled | always accepting

Dan Heng had used the majority of the week to stay secluded. The minor god with the "new" title of Adeptus had ridden out his heats, ruts or whatever someone wanted to call them for thousands of years. The Liyean water dragon had gone to Fontaine, wanting to see the nation of Hydro for the first time in millennia. He remembered when it had been ruled by the God-King Remus.

He had met Neuvillette just a few weeks prior while the Hydro Dragon and Iudex of Fontaine had been out for a stroll. They met almost regularly after that for a casual chat or some food. Though when his body's need to be bred hit for that one week every three months, he had been forced to postpone his next meeting with the Dragon.

He'd holed himself up into his hotel room, curled into the bed, fingers wrapped around his cock, jerking off while also trying to play with his pussy with his other hand. He whined wanting to cum, knowing well if he was with someone he trusted then he could take something and then get fucked within an inch of his life and filled with cum and not have to worry about dragon babies or half dragon babies. He'd deal with the pearl eggs that he'd lay later on so long as he got what he needed to make the pain of his heat and rut go away.

He hadn't heard when Neuvillette came in. He wasn't sure when he had. He vaguely remembered asking for help. Begging for it. But he didn’t remember if Neuvillette had said anything. His mind was currently hazy from his heat/rut. But he yelped in surprise when he found himself pulled on the Hydro Dragon's lap, naked as any human. He gasped when his hand was pulled away from his cock and replaced with Neuvillette's hand. And then his fingers too were replaced by a larger set. Neuvillette must have consented without a verbal response, deeming it the quickest way.

He gasped and arched his back, the pleasure skyrocketing through his system.

❝ Nggggh! M-M-Mon— Neuv— Oh gods, please! More! ❞ Dan Heng sobbed, his hips thrusting against Neuvillette's arm.

He needed more. This was the last day of his heat and rut. And he needed more, wanted more.

❝ Please! I need more! ❞ he begged, trying to get the other dragon's fingers to go in deeper. He wondered if Neuvillette was at all affected by this. Here he was naked, displayed out in rapture, getting his cock jerked and pussy stuffed by thick fingers and sitting in the highest judge of Fontaine's lap.

❝ F-Fuck me! Breed me! Please I need it! ❞ he mewled losing his mind to the pleasure, not caring that if Neuvillette did what he asked, he would end up as Neuvillette's mate and parent to his children.

[guhamun]

H.onkai Star Rail AU:

Path: Erudition

Element: Water

Neuvi is an ancient dragon, though he's not a V.idyadhara, but a completely different species altogether. His kind lives an extremely long time and ages so slow that one oftentimes wouldn't be able to tell whether one is old aside from themselves. However, they are not immortal, nor desire such as they are aware of the chaos Y.aoshi (inadvertently or not) spreads rather well. As time passes for them, slumbers become deeper and deeper, and upon 'old age', sleep can be so that a dragon may not awake for a hundred years. To resist the madness that can leak into the mind of those with unnaturally long lives, they eventually fall into a slumber so deep that they cannot awaken for anything, soon to slowly return to the element they represent and fade away. Earth returns to earth, water to water, so on and so forth. It is always a sign that one is about to do this when their sleep patterns become increasingly irregular.

As a powerful being known as a Sovereign, Neuvi is akin to something like a Great Lord to his people, although you would be hard pressed to ever see him acknowledge this. Despite dragons from his world very rarely ever having an interest in other species or the state of things outside their home, Neuvi, on the other hand, is curious of the universe's affairs, more so due to the Legion's more...aggressive spread over the centuries. Thus, he has taken to travel, not for pleasure, but for personal reasons. Having seen countless A.stral Express' in the past when they were more abundant, his interest in it still remains.

[everlastiingiimmortals]

"No cause is lost as long as one fool is left to fight for it." hmmm neuvillette to jing yuan like we briefly discussed!

Raw lines. Closed! | @apocryphis

The bow of the adeptus' head offered to the dragon is low and courteous. "Would you consider me a fool then, your Honor?" Jing Yuan smiles, flicking an ear. "Not that I disagree with your sentiment; I suppose we are all a little foolish, my kind especially, for our loyalty to our lord remains as steadfast as rock... Mn. Foolish indeed, from any outside view. But it is nice to be a fool sometimes, no?"

A pause. The former Millelith general's expression softens, his voice growing quiet. "If I maybe so bold as to intrude, your Honor, is there something you are a fool for as well? You have seen and lived as much as I, yet Fontaine is an entirely different world from Liyue Harbor's humble ports. In my retirement, I seek new insights and perspectives. If you are willing to impart them, I am willing to learn."

[kitxkatrp]

“Somebody told you I was back? Yes, of course.” (Dianne to Neuvillette)

"Pardon, but I didn't need to be told. I simply noticed." Her presence, while a simple one to most, was one that stood out starkly to him.

"Have you enjoyed your excursions outside of Fontaine?" He asked, ignoring the whispers of the people in the hallway that had escorted her in.

"I regrettably have only the time to leave for a few hours at a time, but I recently visited Liyue for part of Lantern Rite."

[deadn30n]

      IT'S ALMOST ABOUT THAT TIME, ISN'T IT?  as if Neuvillette could ever forget that preestablished moment. it was almost second nature by now; a static part of his day to month schedule, a constant he found he could scarcely live without. with this in mind, the remainder of his shift runs rather smoothly and by 5pm on the dot he's clocked out and heading back home to freshen up first. it's not a date necessarily, but he isn't exactly inclined to meet up with his long time friend looking disheveled from work either. it only takes him roughly an hour before he's fully prepped and ready to go; as far as appearances go, he's chosen something more along the lines of casual. a cardigan with a thin, woven white turtleneck underneath and dark blue jeans to match. he's satisfied with his appearance and heads out to the meeting place.

      he might be the first to arrive, he isn't exactly sure. he doesn't spot Nanami upon his initial inspection, so he automates his steps to the same table they always sit at when they come to this place. as if it's made for the two of them. he settles in, orders his drink, and decides to peruse his phone in the meantime while he patiently waits; mostly scrolling through useless emails and junk spam that somehow manages to weasel it's way out of his junk folder. he knows he's a little early so he doesn't really mind just taking his time and waiting for his companion. he might've been a little overzealous this time around; he'd likely never admit it out loud, but the days he actually gets to see Nanami are the more exciting ones out of his life.

✧ PLOTTED STARTER : @ofovertime ☽

[pulchramusae-archived]

arya knew she could trust that navia would watch after coraline - that is, while she went out and did her... rather unsavory work. not to mention she was thankful her child could understand that... at least part of her work was to escort people back to their homes safely. (a bodyguard, however, she was not.) after what she hoped was her last job of the day before returning to fleuvre cendre, she picks her coat back up and slings it around her shoulders to shield herself from the nippy fontaine breeze. the sun was turning in for the day, slowly letting the moon illuminate the countryside with a gentle tint of silver-blue. let's hope i can at least catch the last aquabus, she thought, i'd rather not come back looking like a wet mop.

the escort treks down the trail before her heels meet the smooth tile road of the opera epiclese - at least now she wasn't too far from marcotte station. ruby eyes calmly watch the sun set on the horizon as she made her way to the station, observing in silence that she wasn't the only one heading to the same destination. perhaps lady luck was on her side, and that she'd be spared an excruciating swim to the court of fontaine? either way, for once, at least arya wasn't alone.

and judging from the sun, she made it just in time for the last ride of the day. but it wasn't every day she'd likely share an aquabus with a rather well-known face within fontaine's borders; that being, of all people, the chief justice himself. the escort removes her glasses for a brief moment, rubbing the exhaustion from her eyes as she begins her wait for the last aquabus. in the meantime... perhaps some conversation could make time pass just a little bit faster. better now than never, one would guess.

"..." come one, arya - think of something!!

"... correct me if i'm wrong - but i heard there was a trial today," ... well, it was better than absolutely nothing. "i wish i was there to have seen it with my own eyes."

@tevystar // starter for... neuvillette!

[carnivoraformes]

@aeipathicism liked for a New Years Kiss starter! || Status: Not Accepting

It had been a mistake, to quick of a movement and a miscalculation in his turn and seemingly an intoxicated person colliding into his back. He tensed as his lips hit hers as the drunkard stumbled off before he even had the chance to turn around.

When he turned around he felt his face grow hot as any words were lost on him as he realized they were still chest to chest. Respectfully he moved away as he desperately sputtering out, "uhm, Ms. Navia... I - please forgive me. That was not intentional."

[kunishirou]

[ nightmare ]

(set in the same AU in this post)

[rahchan-writes-again]

No Archive Warnings Apply

Kaeya/Neuvillette (Genshin Impact)

Kaeya/Neuvillette/Wriothesley (Genshin Impact)

Kaeya (Genshin Impact)

Neuvillette (Genshin Impact)

Wriothesley (Genshin Impact)

Alternate Universe

Omega Verse

A/B/O

Fontaine (Genshin Impact)

Dominant Beta

Beta Wriothesley (Genshin Impact)

Omega Kaeya (Genshin Impact)

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

Touch-Starved

No Beta - they died in the Cataclysm

Summary

A never-ending dream a dream of you I believe I receive a sign of you

[house-of-tales]

@tosxah sent an ask: Barges into his office, dripping wet. He could dry himself. He choose not too. "I think tainted is a pretty harsh way of putting it don't you think?" (For neuvey kiss kiss)

Sigh.

"It would be, if it was solely aimed at you. I do not want anyone dying on the Fountain of Lucine. It's too important to be sullied by death, no matter who it is."

"But, since you are here, I must say that you have a fine to pay for swimming in the Fountain. Or did you truly consider it to be a legal swimming pool?"

[anantaru]

THE PRICE IN MYSTERIES CONCEALED

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — who was the man you fell in love with? why did it seem like he was hiding his true self away from you, and why, at last, was he hesitant to deepen the connection in your new relationship?

— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 3.4k

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, fem! reader, first time intimate, playing with your tits (tit lover neuvillette), unprotected, he has marks on his chest, loads of cum lmao, virgin! neuvillette but skilled, quick learner, established relationship, size kink (dragon cock giggles), sweet sweet neuvillette he's the sweetest man

there are no two ways to go on about it, but you can clearly hear the words neuvillette doesn’t say to you, you can see it in the light of his eyes. hidden verses evaporating in slow heaves, how rain puddles disappear on a hot day, when he ultimately decides against reciting his longings out loud to you.

instead, he imagined it in his hankering memories, how you'd feel under him, topless, bare and exposed, how it would feel when he was luxuriating in your velvet walls of your entrance and the vivid heat that would envelope him every time he sinks his cock all the way inside.

nonetheless, it's futile, he couldn't do it, he won't make the first step, but he knows, he could swear on it, that there was nothing warmer nor more welcoming then being inside of you.

in such predicament, neuvillette doesn’t know what to do nor on how to get rid of those improper fantasies circulating in his psyche, because, as it happened, he felt disgusted in himself to even daydream in such manners, about his significant other— someone he regarded as infinitely perfect beyond the limits of his own imagination.

besides, he's never done this before, again, he’s fucked his hand while thinking about you, feverish pants and hot breathes exposing him behind closed doors, most of the times it's uncoordinated and without knowing how to bring himself to a nice, proper climax.

neuvillette could never stop his digits from traveling down south before rutting into his hand so fucking desperate, with a heartfelt heat plummeting on top of his body, shudders when he drags over the slit of his cockhead, brows furrowed, pale skin battered in champagne rose, wishing it was your soft, warm cunt he'd be fucking into instead.

and it's not like you denied yourself to him, because there certainly were enough moments in the past where he was presented with the opportunity of advancing it forward, magnifying your new, fresh relationship— souls nurturing in the most sacred, wonderful way, while right before it could be turning into that direction, his eyes would suddenly be unable to hold yours any longer and his worry kicks in right afterwards.

then, as it happens so often, he could feel his embarrassment bottle up when he pushes himself away from you, leaving you behind, yet— remember, he doesn't lie upfront to you, he'd never defy your trust nor succumb to altering the truth, which made it even more awkward to begin with.

to be transparent, gone were the days where he wouldn't have to deal with the enriched pressure and heaviness in his groin, new, unlocked desires that if he were to ignore them, or at least try, only would bounce back with a more intense power, until he was painfully hard all day, not knowing on how to get rid of it once and for all.

to counterbalance, you eagerly note and remember the words he did speak out to you, and despite the veiled meanings behind it all, sheltered below a smokescreen of mysteries, it's there.

furthermore, it was perceivable in the doubled seemings, and despite that, the mysterious man seldomly exchanged words of affirmations, protecting the hidden truth that had been stored in his heart for decades on end.

the man rather spoke in the elusiveness of his delicate glances, and in his imperceptible touch, because there was a primordial light inside the action of his trails. from first principles, he never sought out any of this, because the way he saw it was that unclouded emotions for another individual are best left unrevealed in life. all that mattered, in the end, was what the brain spoke out to yourself, because strict rules must be followed.

but if any moment in time anchored his very soul, created a strong tether to this plane of reality he found himself bound by, it was the moment he fell in love with you.

neuvillette never let you touch him more, currently, he only kisses you smoothly, plants wet, open mouthed pecks along your collarbones before lapping his tongue up, sharp teeth slowly grazing over the soaked skin. it's as if he was scared of unspoken consequences if he were to move this forward, or of the sudden possibility to hurt you.

humans were fragile, he said, like a vase falling on the ground, broken into a million pieces and unable to be fixed again.

presently, your hands find his hair, and the bed dips as you shuffle your frame into him, smothering the small distance of your bodies, laying your warm hand against his clothed chest, just above the little jeweled medallion he always seems to wear. he gulps out strongly when you lock your digits into his form-fitting garments, just to pull him closer to your body as you open his mouth with your tongue, lapping over his wet muscle before pulling away with a pop.

"feel me." you say intimately, guiding his trembling hand over your chest, and awaiting his reactions, testing the waters, while his luminous eyes watch you contently as you pause, his touch reaching your covered breasts, and neuvillette draws his fingers into the concealed mounds, his lips parting for a low grumble, eyes opening wide as it got hard.

"feel how my body reacts when you touch me," you speak in a hitching voice, whining when he pulls at the erected nipple, whilst the fabric of your shirt turned his traces all the more roughened, intense with the garment rubbing against your sensitive tits, "feel how i love you." 

neuvillette sucks in a breath, crossing his tongue over his bottom lip, "i do not want to hurt you." he whispers, his cock growing hard and heavy squished against your core when he unintentionally grinds down a little, both moaning against each other, his breath hot, his noises hanging across the walls of the room. it's without a doubt that this time it's different from prior instances where he was, although with enough discipline, able to remove himself from you, faster and without making a complete idiot of himself.

now, neuvillette was unable to keep his own hips to a complete stand still, he moves them, softly grinds against your clothed cunt before fisting the pillow right next to your head, knuckles turning white at the sheer intensity and power he was graced with, chasing more of the incomparable relief that you are so preciously giving him.

you whine, a noise all winded and hot when you wrap your legs around his hips, "you won't hurt me." you murmur, catching his face with your palms so he could rest in them, "because i trust you."

he believes that maybe you miss it too, desire it, the pleasure that was unlike others, perhaps it had been lacking in every aspect of your relationship which neither of you expected to have in the first place.

and you're ravishing, he can't say if often enough, believing that you were made for living once, because you were one of a kind, made of mesmerizing lights and clear, pure water and a soothing birdsong, sprouting flowers and the finest silk in teyvat.

... unlike him.

neuvillette groans into your lips when you lick across his mouth, leaving his infectious tunes stretch the need in his rough voice, stretching it out long and slow enough until it sounds like a clear beg to fuck you, or at least continue with this.

but besides that, you cannot look into his mind, blinking up at his reddened face that was towering on top of you, "do you want me to stop?" you breathe out, smoothly circling your thumb over his bristling cheek, stilling your hips and attempting to close your legs when he wishes you would just kiss him again.

"no.." he replies almost a little too fast, as if he was ready to beg for it, and his cheeks catch on the color of scarlet red rather quickly, his hands scattering down to your hips to keep you from concealing your movements away from him, fuck, it just feels so fucking good he cannot believe himself.

"i apologize.." his face crumbles with the vulnerability in it, exhaling from his parted lips, "i've never—"

"that's okay." you mouth a spot on his neck, reaching his earlobe, "but i want to hear you." you tip your head forward and give a twist of tongue into his lips, skillfully arching your hips to rub over his erected groin yourself— teeth colliding against each other bound by a crushing sensation that was growing each second.

with a muffled, breathless laugh giving way to a soft whine when he adds more strength to his thrust, you longed to let him know how you felt— yes, right there, you say when he at last, slips his fingers into your shirt to touch your bare breasts, just like that, do it more.

you aid neuvillette in unclothing you as his body flexes under your hands, shivering when your eyes lift to meet his glowing ones, and there’s a moment— you can never forget it, crystalline and trembling on the edge of a leaf, that you could tell that he has been buried inside of his own mind but instead of going back to suppressing his desires, as he did countless of instances before, he answers now, without words— and oh, he gets bolder, the faint, needy whines that crawled into your ears made you rock into him, his digits slipping over your skin and circling on top of your nipples.

the prickles and vibrations in your veins and in your bones multiply and the temperature in your room changes into humidity— your craving body lightening up and threatening to float away by his ever so subtle, sweet traces and rounds on your tits, getting himself to work while you're anchored here only, all eyes on him, under him, by the rhythm of his fingers.

"take your clothes off for me." you say, pinching the hem of one leg and giving it a gentle tug. neuvillette hums in agreement, nodding right after, tongueing at the roof of his mouth in nervousness, because everyone could clearly see that he was tense, yet his cock was turning harder under your attention, he feels like it's going to explode if he doesn't do anything about it now.

he drops all the way back, body lifting off the bed as he slides his high-priced pants down yet not before opening his belt one handed, the "click" of the metal making you tremble, followed by the rest of his clothes which you aided him on, reaching down to drag down your soaked panties as well.

his cock bounces as he kicks the fabric away, and by the time he’s back up on both elbows towering above you, the fullness of it rests long and heavy against the crease of your thigh. His long, slender fingers giving it a slow tug as you watch, entranced by its size and shape— he was way above average, not even that would do it justice, coated with a bunch of small yet thick veins that reached all the way up, hard and aching, right under his cock head that had been desperately glistening with his pre cum.

time slows, stops, holds entirely; he dares to glance down, looking at your drenched pussy and how your hole fluttered around air, shimmering with your slick.

and you wrap yourself around him, arms out so he could lean into you. you know he's sharpening his senses to catch your reactions, adjusting his rubs on your tits when he notes a particular place being a little more sensitive and how you moan out when he touches it.

everything hits all at once, and he cannot get enough, both of you cannot.

for the first time, he experienced actually being free from his shackles and neuvillette needed your affirmations that it was in fact okay, you wanted to continue, because he never kept his eyes off you, always watching you closely through hungry eyes— for all that could happen, despite him continuing to be content with you.

the man was intoxicating, he was handsome from the depth of his ocean eyes to the gentle, sweet expressions of his voice when he whispers sweet nothing into your ears. neuvillette was beautiful, as if carved by literal gods, his chest defined, blue'ish traces, reminding you of tattoos, outlining the sides of his torso— but they weren't tattoos, they appeared to be a part of him since birth, how beauty marks are visible on some bodies, his were larger and resembling the kindest, most soothing waves.

neuvillette kisses down on your collarbone and you gasp out when he suddenly moves a little lower to take a nipple into his warm mouth, shudder when he crosses his tongue over it for the first time, it feels warm and wonderful with his complete weight on top of you.

and you can feel his hand, the rhythm of it on your other breast as it’s wrapped around the solid heat of your bud, continuing to palm your tits when his warm breath fans across your skin.

in this room, the man experienced so many different emotions now, but he feels more alive, within seconds, more awake, more present, and he doesn’t try to talk nor voice too much in the beginning, he just wanted to listen to the pace of your breathing, your whines and what your moans did to him.

he was waiting for your heaves to even out, align in soft decrease whilst he certainly doesn't realize that if he were to continue to hump your bare, thudding pussy the way he did, in accessory to playing with your tits and lapping his tongue across as if famished, there was no way for your heart rate to ever go back in an even pace.

regardless, neuvillette alters his breathing to match your own, his heaves on your wet skin, breathless, hot, when you begin to move your hips up a little, his cock nudging on your hole but never sliding in, his tip alone seemed to be big in it's own right and you wondered if you could even fit him in you.

of course, you were plenty wet, he made sure of that, always so kind and gifting.

your entire face buzzes with pins and needles when he draws himself back from your tits and your hand travels down to catch his girth in your warm palms, fisting him a little and spreading his pre over his drumming girth, grinning when he hooks his hands to your hips, pulling you straight down so his cock would be perfectly situated and ready to feel you, for real this time.

"tell me.." he mutters, "if you want to stop." and you kiss his lips featherlight, "of course, don’t worry about it." and nodding when you drag him across your folds to collect enough slick before slowly, agonizingly slow, push his tip inside.

your eyes flare wide and you arch your back instantly, no thoughts, no judgements, only your breathing getting cut short by the sudden piercing thrust burying inside your tight hole with a stretch that's more shock than anything else, and you hide yourself in his chest when you whimper into his ears, "slower, please". he understands and the restraints in his chest loosen as he wraps his arms across your body, as if protecting you in a sense.

neuvillette shuffles his knees wide and splits your legs further apart, holding you how he wants you, how he thinks will hurt less and even out the burning split on your cunt— he proceeds and fucks into you slowly, inch by inch, waiting a little, before adding another.

you ease up into him eventually, your walls getting used to his girth, the slap of his body against you quiet yet precise, his hips pumping in a slow, rhythmic roll that grinds the low of his stomach against your clit, spotting the prickling point on your cunt. you're turning hazy at the fullness, dipping your fingers into his long hair before pulling him in for a sloppy kiss, lapping across him in slow twists, pinching your hips up to meet his blows.

now, all you could do was to relish in his warmth, curve your back like a bow and let the most desirable, filthiest moans spill from your pretty, pursed lips. neuvillette was quick to catch and watch you, swallowing down every gritty moan and whine that you offered him, because of him, he couldn't fathom that he was the reason you felt that good, passing his cock back into you, in, out, in, out, humming in appreciation between sucking kisses that leave a pinching trail from your neck to your tits that he ever so graciously played with.

neuvillette got a pretty good first impression of it now, and he doesn’t slow, while, his thrusts become faster and more, greedy, not until he unthreads an arm from the mounds of your breasts and caresses the length of your body— slowed and appreciative, sliding his hand over your stomach and up, reaching to your shoulder before hooking his fingers on it— thrusts now faster as he drags you into him, harder, and your tits bounce back and forth with each jolt of his large cock splashing into your hole.

of course he blushes when you tighten your muscles, clenching down on his girth and milking him preciously, it was a dead give-away that he wouldn't last long when he releases a long, lagged moan of your name. like his warm, wet kisses, the drags and fondles of his traces left a wake rippling along your entire skin, a sensory memory, never overridden by anything else.

the coil in your stomach builds up quickly, nerves lighting up when his tongue flicks out to tease the sensitive point of your neck and jawline, body sizzling as if electro infused as pleasure jolts down your flesh until reaching your cunt.

"make me cum," you cry, "i need you!"

"—you have me."

throat tight, body tighter, your hands quick to push him from your neck to your mouth, lips pressing together as you arch and jolt off the bed, up and down, his cock faster than before as the wet, filthy smacking sounds almost overrode your noises. you squeeze around him, hungrily, strongly, suckling in his cock with your thudding hole as his hand on your shoulder clasps behind your neck, pushing you so far up against his glossy lips that you exchanged breathes and whines, throaty groan and cries.

you turn your arms around his chest to strengthen the touch, throat bobbing, mouth dry. there’s no space for anything left and when he pushes himself in you completely, cock disappearing in your used hole, your eyes roll into the back of your head and you shake viciously, climaxing around him, making a mess of yourself, when the bubble in his stomach popped instantly whilst seeing you become free, your liquids drawing a white ring around his girth— neuvillette couldn't go on about it any longer, not when you gnaw down on him so fucking desperate, so loved and fulfilled.

he cums hard, and a lot, and he tenses up, a thrill running over his flesh as his brows furrow, releasing his warm whites with shallow thrusts into your pussy before tucking your body tight to his front and pulls you even more tightly against him, messing you up with his seed. he has been so touch-starved that he can feel drizzling tears form and connect under his lashes in tune with his own orgasm taking him hostage.

his expression softens afterwards, looking like a heavy burden has been lifted off his shoulders, and he dips his head forward, foreheads resting. it's quiet for a while, well, if it weren't for your loud breathes and the clear exhaustion quelling on your facial expressions. the both of you are puffing and blowing out air, finding comfort in the silence when a torrid heat of swirls casts on your bodies, the atmosphere in the room on-fire and fiery.

you decide to kiss his lips, when you finally smirk up at him, eyes aglow, and his own lips are pulled up into an ethereal, handsome smile, his demeanor cascading with an intensity, an honesty, a gentleness and love.

real love.

"i craved you." he whispers, "and i desire you." and kisses your lips one more time.

alas, neuvillette came to terms with himself, knowing that there would never be anything, nothing, that could ever beat the feeling of this.

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[draconiclotus]

@reliquiicis — Neuvillette

The trip to the Court of Fontaine, the largest city in Fontaine as well as its capital, hadn't taken quite as long as he thought it would given how far from the main port he had been while in Chenyu Vale. But since he was a dragon, and a water one at that, as well as one of the Adepti... he didn't have to worry about traversing the rainforest and deserts of Sumeru. He just took the rivers and ocean before arriving to the main port.

He was curious to see what Fontaine was all about. His first outing outside of Liyue and Chenyu Vale in general since he'd retired from the majority of the chaos that the human world presented after the Archon War ended.

The feeling of Fontaine was peaceful, he had heard that they had had a crisis not too long ago, but it had been halted in large part thanks in part to the Iudex of Fontaine and the Traveler. He had heard stories about the Traveler and how whatever calamity came their way they always found a way to persevere.

Moving to sit on one of the public benches, Dan Heng leaned back, basking in the warmth of the sunshine and the sounds of the water lapping at the land's sandy shores.

❝ I feel like this trip will be well worth it, ❞ he mused.