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julietcaesar · 1 year ago

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Are you...

a native English speaker?

a Genshin Impact fan?

interested to try your hand at editing?

If all these points are about you, will you be my husband editor?

I'd like to translate my story into English, but since English is not my native language, I'm having some difficulty writing natural text.

Below I propose to read the second chapter of my story (Please check the previous post for Chapter 1). Please let me know if you are interested in improving this text, fixing errors and making it more lively. Of course, I'll add you to co-authors if you want 🖤

I'm waiting for you, my ideal editor!

Chapter 2 (Please check the previous post for Chapter 1)

Sheeps and Wolves

Childe can’t live without battles and victories. And it doesn't matter over whom - over the enemy or a woman's heart. The harder it is, the sweeter the taste of victory, right? But Childe does not like stuffy rooms and halls. He feels much more confident in open areas, in the wild. It was not for nothing that their first kiss happened in nature - at the edge of the winter forest.

Upon arriving at Snezhnaya after yet another long-running mission, Child received the latest news. At the court of the Tsaritsa, it was decided to arrange a real winter hunt: with tracking down the beast, greyhounds and "killing innocent souls", as Celestine called it. Child could not bear to see how Celestine faithfully followed her patroness, despite the fact that the enterprise itself was unpleasant to her. To drag a girl into such a tedious and disgusting activity as winter hunting is a dubious matter. Frost, forest drifts and a scorching wind on the plains that rip off the skin... The Tsaritsa, on the contrary, didn’t noticethe refusal of her interests by favorite, which caused a pleasant wave of gloating in Childe's soul. He would like Celestine to beg for real care and attention, wanted to show her what a stupid chicken she looked like from the outside, slavishly trailing behind her benefactor, earning trust points and new privileges. But it’s all in vain, and her age will come to an end, as it was with many girls before.

The halt station at the edge of the forest, from where it was decided to start looking for the beast, consisted of several huge sledges, upon which hunting gear and provisions were placed. Trackers were sent who, if successful, would quickly return to the halt and lead the beaters and shooters behind them. Childe volunteered to be the first tracker, not wanting to chill by the fire. Unfortunately, apart from hare and fox tracks, he could not find anything. How surprised he was when, after an unsuccessful combing of the area, he discovered that the halt had managed to completely depopulate. Feeling that the human spirit had disappeared from this place, a pack of wolves appeared from the forest, studying the abandoned halt from afar. But it was not the distant backs of wolves that disturbed Childe, but vague conjectures.

Celestine would hardly have dared to leave the halt on horseback and join the beaters and shooters. However, her horse was nowhere to be seen. Looking closer, Child suddenly realized that the bearskin, which served as a cape on the seat of the sleigh, was unnaturally bent, and seemed to be someone's shelter. Child quickly approached, and the crunch of snow under his feet caused the lump under the fur to shift and lift the edge. From under it, two azure eyes on the white sheet of the face looked hopefully.

"Please don't go," she begged him." Have you seen them? Are they still there? "

Childe hung for a few seconds and plunged into active contemplation. A moment ago, seeing her frightened eyes and hearing her trembling voice, he would have dealt with the entire wolf pack in a few seconds without hesitation. However, he had nowfound a much more rational solution.

“Yes, the wolves are still out there,” he replied.

“Oh, Archons…” Celestine wanted to hide under bearskin again.

“It's too late to run. It would be wiser not to draw attention”

Celestine immediately understood the idea and began to fidget with difficulty under the huge heavy skin, making room for another person. Child lifted the hide with ease, sat on the seat, and quickly tucked them back in. Now, being near the object of his many months of interest, this situation seemed hysterically stupid to him. Oh, if one of the harbingers could see him now, surrendering to a pack of wild animals! And Child struggled with himself, holding back his laughter and trying to keep calm. Celestine must not doubt for a second the danger of the situation! Childe was even a little ashamed of the fact that he was ready to exterminate the unfortunate wolves, who raised their terrible, blood curdling howl in such a timely manner. Thanks to their efforts, Celestine now involuntarily clung to his shoulder and latched onto the fur trim of Childe's sleeve. Her breathing was ragged, her panic rising. Suddenly, the girl began to shake so hard that she could no longer control her body.

Without asking permission, Childe released his hand from the tenacious grip, embraced her fragile shoulders and turned her towards him, pressing her tightly to his chest. Celestine could not resist and just obediently buried her nose in Childe's fur collar. The bearskin smelled nauseating. But at the same time, Child had a fragrant mop of hair under his nose – Celestine's little fur hat was knocked off her head. Childe tried in a comradely way to stroke the shoulders of the poor girl, who visibly calmed down in his arms. Another long howl – and hersmall hands appeared on his chest, on which his large palm immediately fell, raking them together. For a moment, Childe experienced a surge of satisfaction from the realization of the complete power over the life of this creature, defenseless, like a newborn kitten.

"Why has everyone left you here all alone, Celestine?" Childe asked her with sympathy in his voice. The transition to "you" happened easily and naturally.

"They said..." Celestine's voice trembled. She almost sobbed, like a small child who was forgotten by negligent guardians.

"... they said that an elk was somewhere very close ... And that they would b-be b-back very qui-quickly..."

Childe's heart was jubilant, listening to her sobs and her attempts to suck in the bubbling snot into her nose.

“You did well for not running anywhere, but hiding. It was the right decision. Where is your horse?"

“She ran away as soon as she heard the howl”

“But why didn't they tie her bit?”

“They tied it… But she jerked so hard that she broke the tree branch, although it looked so strong, and…”

Child did not let her finish. Squeezing the girl's shoulders and bending down to her face, he pressed his lips to her cold, wet cheek, salty from tears. Celestine sighed loudly and, unable to move away, tried to turn away from the Harbinger, which only aggravated the situation: now Childe's lips are moving under her earlobe. The girl cringes in an attempt to "squeeze out" his face, but his face is already in front of hers! At the same moment, a man's hand slightly pulls her lower jaw, and her mouth opens to meet his hot tongue. This game with her face is so unpredictable, cunning and fast that Celestine feels like a weak-willed rag doll-puppet, unable to predict the next movement of the Harbinger and resist it.

Child's second hand moves from her shoulder to her waist, methodically massaging it through the tight fabric of the fitted jacket. Feeling that Celestine is now completely humiliated, Child moves his other hand to her waist, not afraid that the she will back away from the kiss. Celestine does not resist: she must be too tired from the emotional stress experienced, and now she is exhausted by these pleasant strokes. Now both of his palms move in time with each other, as if wanting to gently raise and lower her fragile body again. Rubbing rough gloves against the fleecy fabric of her jacket creates intense heat,as if the clothes were about to catch fire.

A sharp realization of what is happening pours the girl with ice water.

“Stop, stop…” she manages to say, shaking her head as Childe recoils for a moment from her overly kissed lips.

Childe freezes and does not know exactly how to react to her, because in the semi-darkness created by their shelter one can hardly make out facial features.

"Enough," Celestine begs gravely as Child tries to get closer again.

"Enough for what? "He asks slyly and expects to hear from her lips at least a small opinion about what happened.

“Does it look like they’ve already left?” Celestine listens to the silence behind their hiding place.

Childe doesn't need to be told twice. Every warrior knows that a lost battle does not mean a lost war. Childe threw back the bear skin and surveyed the area. The wolves disappeared in an unknown direction. He pulls Celestine by the hand, simultaneously frees her from the bear dungeon.

"Let's go find your horse," Childe suggested as if nothing had happened.

Celestine hesitates, but agrees: Childe is determined to go in search and now, without a twinge of conscience, takes advantage of her helpless position: Celestine can’t be left unattended until the return of the Tsaritsa and her retinue. As soon as she got to her feet and began to get out of the sleigh, she immediately fell into strong hands, carefully lowering her onto the crumpled snow. The path along the trail of the horse took quite a bit of time and passed in complete silence. Only after Celestine adjusted the reins of the mare and caressed her, calming the animal that had fled into the nearest ravine, Child decided to continue the offensive, feeling that the fear she experienced had broken down the arrogance of the court intriguer.

"So what? Your mistress does it better, doesn't she?" He asked, grabbing the Celestine's elbow and looking into her eyes.

"I don’t know what you mean," Celestine fades away, pretending not to understand the essence of the issue.

"You do know," Childe brought their faces close again, bowed his head and began rubbing his forehead against her, butting a little.

"Don't be shy, tell me what you want. I'll do it. All you have to do is just ask and I will..."

Celestine is electrocuted and jumps away from Childe.

"If she notices, I will tell her everything and I won’t regret anything! Don`t be doubt!" Celestine has almost broken into a screech, leaving in a blind defense.

Childe has taken aback by her reaction. Had he misunderstood her nature? In any case, now is not the time to show a sour face.

"Ha-ha-ha! Well... Does that mean I just have to be extra careful next time so no one notices? "

Celestine didn't answer. The way to the halt passed in silence.

That kiss was irrevocable. Now Celestine's thoughts could not be put in order. Previously, she had hardly considered Childe as a potential lover. A pugnacious, narcissistic upstart. Yes, Child is handsome. Next to Child, she could catch a moment of sweet spasm in her lower abdomen, barely hearing him begin to tease her again and challenge her to a verbal duel. Yes, Child is funny and it’s never boring with him. But was it sane to offer herself in the first place? Never.

Ah, if she only could go back to that forest and do things differently! Then Celestine was too afraid of the sudden appearance of the Tsaritsa’s retinue. And she was also scared to death of wolves - old guests of nightmares that have haunted her since childhood. Now, having returned to the routine of her duties, it became much harder to hide the hunger. Celestine constantly frankly stared at Childe's torso. She was especially attracted by this sweet naked triangle, which she wanted to lick until she gets bored. And when she gets tired, then to go down lower and lower ... It was painful to realize that it was so close! At arm's length was everything that her dreams were focused on - both an embossed hard stomach, and everything that was hidden by the dense fabric of trousers.

She was thrown from one extreme to another. Celestine had never complained about life before, though it wasn't always easy. At least she always knew what to do and how to do it. If you want to become the best graduate of your course, you should train until the heart stops beating. If you want to have entry into the circles of the rich and powerful people, you should be interested, but unobtrusive, funny, but not stupid. This does not mean that luck will smile at you time after time. There will be injuries, and broken glass in pointe shoes, and hungry fainting. And not everyone will be led by your attempts to please him. But sometimes you're lucky, how lucky you are to be in the Tsaritsa's favor. And today Celestine's number one goal was to dutifully fulfill all the wishes of her patroness and most anticipate her mood. When the Tsaritsa is in melancholy, Celestine should be ready to mourn with her and read something from Fontaine's poetry; when the Tsaritsa is in idleness, then give herown body for use. A little self-discipline and nothing complicated. There are no uncertainties.

But the appearance of the red fox Harbinger in Celestine's life greatly unsettled her. After that incident, they mutually avoided each other. At first she wanted to tell the Tsaritsa everything, but she could not figure out how she would protect herself from mutual false denunciation. A false denunciation, meanwhile, was not something exotic. Celestine's predecessor lost her favorite status for this very reason. Then Celestine wondered if she could use her favorite tool, blackmail. She even found out if the Harbinger had a girlfriend or fiancee. Unfortunately, he did not have an official life partner, which means that she would not be able to destroy the life of the impudent one in revenge for her sleepless nights after that kiss. Finally, it even began to seem to her that Childe was waiting for thanks for the service at that edge of the forest. Yes, the danger passed her by, but he hadn’t left her there and, it seems, he was determined to stay close to the end.

All this burned with a bright flame while Childe stayed in Snezhnaya for a couple of weeks. But then the Harbinger again rushed off to distant lands, as always, leaving behind neither a rumor nor a spirit, except for a thick folder of reporting correspondence. However, Celestine had only the right to sort these folders by date and urgency, preparing them for the Tsaritsa. What was written in them, only the ruler knew.

By the time the Harbinger returned, Celestine had barely managed to quell her inner rebellion. Childe came, as he always did, bringing with him a holiday, a dashing carelessness, and a lot of funny stories that could only happen to him. But at the same time, as if at the snap of his fingers, Childe brought a chaos. Wherever he is, everything flares up again. His very first appearance in the palace after a long separation leads to the fact that after dinner, Celestine discovers Childe in her chambers. As soon as she closes the door behind her, strong arms wrap around her from behind, causing Celestine to shudder as if scalded.

“Well, are we going to pretend like nothing happened?” Childe whispers in his ear so sweetly that her legs give way.

“I don’t remember anything like that ...” Celestine’s deaf defense is lost before our eyes, her voice weakens.

“Oh? Is it possible to be so forgetful in your position?” Childe asks in surprise, with the dexterity of a magician, penetrating her heavy velvet skirt with his hand and sliding his palm between her thighs higher and higher. As it turned out, her silk panties were already soaking wet.

"Then why is it so wet in here? Maybe because someone was fidgeting on chair all over dinnerand didn’t know what to do with naughty playful eyes?"

Celestine wants to but can't resist. Rather, she wants to have the will to resist, but all she can do is just let out a heavy, desperate exhalation.

Childe pushes back the fabric of the pantieswith two fingers and spreads gently the soft pads apart. A muffled wet sound comes from under her skirt.

"Ho-ho! Have the things gone so far?" Childe can't retain his sarcasm.

"So, should I continue? Or leave you here alone?"

Celestine is extremely silent, unlike her body. Now her every word is her enemy. One word, and she gives power over herself. One word, and she voluntarily and recklessly takes a step into the maelstrom of a dangerous relationship with a male.

“So should I leave?” Childe makes a security question.

“No…” Celestine responds plaintively, almost crying.

“Tch, where are your manners, young lady? Gets the one who politely asks!”

“Please, don’t leave me,” Celestine whispers softly, as if afraid that everyone in the palace will hear it.

“Will you do whatever I ask?” Childe kisses her lightly behind the ear.

A second of hesitationhas passed.

“But with only one condition. So that she won't see the marks...” Celestine looks back over her shoulder and looks pleadingly at her tormentor.

"Promise?"

Childe's carefree face becomes unexpectedly serious.

"Don't worry, no one will know," the Harbinger whispers.

"I promise."

Childe easily picks up Celestine in his arms, moves to the sofa near the huge chest of drawers and sits down, placing his toy more comfortably on his lap. Grabbing her hips under her knees and pushing the slender legs of the former dancer to the sides (oh, how flexible and pliable they are!), Childe forces Celestine to sit down on her crotch so that any movement leads to friction of their sensitive spots, rapidly engorging with blood. Matters are aggravated by the fact that Childe straightens the skirt from under Celestine's buttocks, leaving now no barriers between the coarse fabric of his trousers and her soaked silk panties. The response is immediate. Celestine arches and, having no points of support, with all her weight tries to press against the Harbinger's cock as tightly as possible.

But this is not enough! Celestine grabs onto the fabric on the Childe's thigh and pulls it toward her clinging her crotch even closer to the Harbinger's body. With one hand Childe politely helps in her request, pulling her byher thin waist, and with other hand, he again freezes on her sensitive spot under Celestine’s underwear. Her hips begin to instinctively make circular movements. The friction between their legs kindles the flame.

"Guide me," Childe softly whispers into her ear with parched lips.

Celestine's frail hand reluctantly releases the fabric of his trousers, rests on top of his wide palm and begins to guide it with speed and force, as if caressing herself. Her face is so close that Child can lightly rub his cheek against her cheek, catching Celestine's earring with his earring. Pressing close to her ear, Child can whisper in detail how deliciously she curves against him, how sweetly she smells behind her ear, how she trembles in his arms. Such persistent, methodical rubbing, not forgetting a single patch of skin between her legs, in a few minutes brings the already excited Celestine to ecstasy. She desperately and instinctively pushes up and down, with annoyance squeezing the emptiness inside herself, without getting such a cherished cock of the Harbinger. Celestine is greedy, stingy with sounds of pleasure. Only a few first convulsions made her let out a thin and drawn-out howl. Childe is already on edge, but courageously controls himself.

"Look here!" Childe, not letting Celestine catch her breath, transplants her to his knee and points to his trousers. There are dark stains on them from the juices that flowed abundantly from the inside of Celestine and soaked the fabric of the trousers.

Celestine looks adorable. He seems to have actually succeeded in making her feel guilty about her body's reaction. She stares blankly, with hereyes blackened by dilated pupils, and bites her swollen lips, the red lipstick on which is slightly smeared and gone beyond the contours.

“Now I have to do the same you, little scoundrel!"

Childe picks up Celestine and immediately puts her in his seat. He stands in front of her face and is already going to unceremoniously unfasten his belt, when suddenly Celestine pokes her nose right into the bare area of his torso and begins to rub up and down, burning his skin with hot breath. Childe closes his eyes with pleasure and, feeling that he is about to lose his balance, has time to rest his fingers on the edge of the chest of drawers. Oh, how timely he did it! Her hot, wet tongue licked his torso a couple of times and quickly got a taste of it, starting to walk in a businesslike way from the bottom up. Celestine's hands don't waste any time either, unfastening his belt and pulling off his pants. Childe opens his eyes, wanting to see Celestine's reaction to the hard cock jumping out of his trousers. Childe is delighted with her open mouth either from admiration or from confusion, as if she hasn’t believed in the magical reality of happening.

The Harbinger doesn't need to beg her. Celestine grabs his cock with both hands, massages it at the base and, without much preamble, plunges it half the length into her mouth, hot as liquid metal. Closing his eyes and biting his lip, Childe tries to hold out as long as possible, but Celestine's actions only fire up, become more and more enveloping, wet, insistent. Her moans are very quiet, rare. Childe can only hear her heavy breathing. Her small graceful hands begin to stroke Childe's sides, slender thighs and buttocks, not knowing where to stop. Child picks up the pace of the rhythmic movements of her head, weaves his fingers through her coal-black hair, once curled in strands, but now completely disheveled.

He really wants to cuddle up to her greedy mouth, whose lips are about to reach his pubis. But Child heroically restrains himself. Holding the addicted girl by her shoulder, with the other hand, he hardly manages to take his cock away from Celestine. The cock was smeared with her red lipstick and glistened with her saliva and his secretions. Childe instantly doubles over in intoxicating, undulating convulsions. With a long, satisfied exhalation, Child opens his eyes and stares in fascination at the picture before him. Celestine gazes thoughtfully at her deep cleavage, which reveals neat mounds of breasts that are now covered in white clots. A few drops that have fallen next to hernacre necklace seem like pearl beads. Another creamy white clot spills over the red velvet bodice. Celestine scoops up a few drops with her finger and licks off the thick liquid. It seems that this is not enough for her and she pulls her hand to his weakening cock.

"Perhaps you've had enough for today," Childe carefully moves the girl's hand to her chest and hurries to hide his nakedness.

The Harbinger takes her chin and leans towards Celestine.

"If next time you want something more, I advise you to ask me more passionately."

Childe sees that Celestine does not understand anything, only looks at him with incomprehension, as if hoping for a continuation and not wanting to believe that everything is over.

“Poor thing, she doesn’t even ask for a kiss. It serves you right!" Childe thinks to himself and leaves a light kiss on the corner of her lips, after which he silently leaves the room.

Childe advised asking harder. And Celestine asks again and again.

Very quickly, their innocent fun turned into an animal appetite that could only be quenched for a while. The need to hide their relationship and the frequent absence of the Harbinger only added fuel to the fire. Sometimes there was not enough time even for kisses. If they kissed, they immediately began with a wet interlacing of tongues. Child also learned that fucking a girl in clothes can be just as exciting as fucking her naked. And it was not always possible to quickly remove all the clothes from Celestine. It was enough to pull off the bodice of her dress, and under it was a tight corset, securely blocking access to the breast. He starts pulling her panties off, but they won't come off completely because of the damn stocking garters. Oh, how much court favorite’slinen he tore! Probably, Snezhnaya's treasury was seriously empty because of his impatience.

Child was being upset only by one thing. Celestine's conditions were a few simple rules. No hickeys. No bites. No scuffs. No slaps. In other words nothing that could attract the attention of others and even more so the Tsaritsa. It was difficult for Childe to fulfill this promise. But he tried. It was especially difficult to solve the problem with scuffs on the knees and elbows. These injuries were inevitable while he wastaking her in the poses that Celestine's body was created for. But now the slippery silk sheets on the bed of the favorite (now his own) do not piss him off: he can fuck her for hours on them, without any noticeable consequences.

"Tina, are you sleeping?"

"Mmm?" Celestine wakes up after a short nap and finds herself in her bed. Child is lying right here. Lying on his side, he watches her with his dark blue eyes, which seem so bottomless in the semi-darkness of the room with curtained windows.

The last thing she heard before she passed out was the Harbinger's interdict to straighten up and lie down on her belly. And here she is lying on her back and covered with a blanket. Looks like someone took care of her. Pain in the body does not allow moving. But she needs to pull herself together and get things right. There are so many more important meetings tonight!

"Wait, wait!"

Celestine barely got out of bed and hasn't even taken a step, stopping at the sound of Child's voice behind her.

"What happened?"

"You've got…blood…" Child paused for a moment.

If Celestine didn't know him, she would have thought the Harbinger had said it with embarrassment.

"Where? Oh, really…” Celestine said it with unpleasant surprise as she ran her hand down her inner thigh and saw the burgundy brushstrokes.

“It… It’s not because of me, is it?” asked Childe apprehensively, jumping up and leaning on his elbow.

For the first time in her life, Celestine heard fear in the voice of the Eleventh Harbinger. How she wanted to mock the poor thing: accuse him of causing serious injuries and pretend to be dying. But there was no time, no energy.

“No, it's different. It's nothing to do with you, don't worry," she replied calmly.

“Is everything okay? I think I went too far today, but you didn’t stop me… Again. Are you really not hurt?”

"Childe, shut up! That is none of your business! Get dressed and go about your business. Where do you need to be today? At the headquarters? Here, hurry up!”

Celestine left Childe, who looked at her in dismay, like a child at an affectless mother who has scolded him for no reason. Now it happened to her for the first time since their first kiss.

Already in the bathroom, Celestine mentally scolded herself for this involuntary breakdown. There was no point in spoiling her relationship with her lover.

“On the other hand, why has he poked me with that? Well, yes, it was an awkward situation, but he could tactfully remain silent and not point it out to me!” Celestine repeated to herself lying in hot foam.

She was especially infuriated that her period which came hardly more than once every six months caught her at such an inopportune moment.

Celestine would like to quickly erase this unpleasant story from her memories.

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