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ᴛsᴀʀɪᴛsᴀ ᴏᴅ ʟᴀᴛ ɴɪᴇᴘᴏᴅᴢɪᴇʟɴɪᴇ ʀᴢᴀ̨ᴅᴢɪ ᴡ sɴᴇᴢʜɴᴀʏɪ. ᴊᴇᴊ ᴄᴏ́ʀᴋᴀ — [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] sᴘʀᴏ́ʙᴜᴊᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴢᴍɪᴇɴɪᴄ́ ᴢ ᴘᴏᴍᴏᴄᴀ̨ ᴄʜɪʟᴅᴇ'ᴀ. ᴛᴀ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀɪᴀ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴢᴇᴋʀᴏ́ᴊ ʀᴏ́ᴢ̇ɴʏᴄʜ ᴇᴛᴀᴘᴏ́ᴡ ɪᴄʜ ᴢ̇ʏᴄɪᴀ, ᴛᴌᴜᴍᴀᴄᴢᴀ̨ᴄʏᴄʜ ᴅʟᴀᴄᴢᴇɢᴏ ᴀᴊᴀx, ᴄʜᴏᴄ́ ᴢ̇ʏᴊᴇ, ᴊᴜᴢ̇ ɴɪᴇ ɪsᴛɴɪᴇᴊᴇ…

ᴅᴏᴅᴀᴛᴋᴏᴡᴇ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴄᴊᴇ:

ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛ ᴢᴀᴡɪᴇʀᴀ sᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀʏ ᴅᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴄʜɪʟᴅᴇ'ᴀ. sɴᴇᴢʜɴᴀʏᴀ ᴅᴏ ᴛᴇᴊ ᴘᴏʀʏ ɴɪᴇ ᴘᴏᴊᴀᴡɪᴌᴀ sɪᴇ̨ ᴡ ɢʀᴢᴇ, ᴡɪᴇ̨ᴄ ᴡsᴢʏsᴛᴋᴏ ᴊᴇsᴛ ʙᴀᴢᴏᴡᴀɴᴇ ɴᴀ ᴢɴᴀɴʏᴄʜ ᴏ ɴɪᴇᴊ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴄᴊᴀᴄʜ ɪ ᴍᴏᴢ̇ᴇ ᴏᴅʙɪᴇɢᴀᴄ́ ᴏᴅ ᴘʀᴢʏsᴢᴌᴇɢᴏ ᴋᴀɴᴏɴᴜ.

ᴢᴅᴇᴄʏᴅᴏᴡᴀᴌᴀᴍ sɪᴇ̨ ɴᴀ ᴛᴌᴜᴍᴀᴄᴢᴇɴɪᴇ ɴɪᴇᴋᴛᴏ́ʀʏᴄʜ ᴢᴡʀᴏᴛᴏ́ᴡ (ᴡ ᴛʏᴍ ᴀʙʏss ɴᴀ ᴏᴛᴄʜᴌᴀɴ́ ᴏʀᴀᴢ ᴘʀᴢʏᴊᴀ̨ᴄ́ ᴅᴡᴀ ᴛʏᴛᴜᴌʏ ᴛsᴀʀɪᴛsʏ: ᴋʀᴏ́ʟᴏᴡᴀ ɪ ᴄᴀʀʏᴄᴀ).

ᴘʀᴢʏᴊᴇ̨ᴌᴀᴍ, ᴢ̇ᴇ ᴀᴊᴀx ᴛᴏ ɪᴍɪᴇ̨, ᴄʜɪʟᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴅᴇɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪ ᴛᴀʀᴛᴀɢʟɪᴀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʏᴛᴜᴌ ᴡśʀᴏ́ᴅ ғᴀᴛᴜɪ.

[Reader] rozejrzała się po okolicy. Zawsze starała się zachować ostrożność. Zacierała ślady stóp pozostawione na leśnych ścieżkach, najczęściej suchymi gałęziami. Wiedziała jednak, że gdyby matka naprawdę chciała ją odnaleźć, to w niczym by jej to nie pomogło. Nikt nie mógł się ukryć przed królową Tsaritsą, a już na pewno nie w jej królestwie. Na razie jednak albo nie wiedziała, dokąd chodzi jej córka, albo zwyczajnie jej to nie obchodziło.

Dziewczynkę otaczały połacie czystej, niczym nieskalanej bieli. Jedynie niewielki, szary lis zamachał ogonem i zniknął za uschniętym krzakiem. Wśród wirujących dookoła płatków śniegu dojrzała postać. Odetchnęła z ulgą na widok znajomej, rudej czupryny. Ajax podniósł głowę i uśmiechnął się szeroko. Powoli wstał ze swojego prowizorycznego posłania ze słomy. Wyszedł jej na spotkanie. Ostrożnie stawiał stopy na grubej tafli lodu, wypatrując pęcherzyków powietrza. Wiedziała, że robi dobrą minę do złej gry. Niepewność w błękitnych oczach dała jej znać, że nie przywykł do przychodzenia tu bez ojca.

— Chodź za mną. — Złapał ją za dłoń.

Jego ręka była niezwykle ciepła w mroźnym, chłodnym powietrzu. Ścisnęła ją mocno. Ciemna toń pod stopami przerażała ją. W pałacu widywała jedynie fontanny albo płytkie stawy. Prawie każdy z nich był zamarznięty aż do spodu. To był jej pierwszy raz w okolicy tak wielkiego jeziora. A już na pewno nigdy nie próbowała po żadnym przejść.

— Patrz przed siebie. — Nie była pewna, czy chłopiec mówi to do niej, czy do siebie samego.

Ajax powtarzał sobie to, czego nauczył go ojciec. Nie był do końca przekonany do tego całego pomysłu z wędkowaniem. Rzucił go mimochodem podczas ostatniej rozmowy, a potem jakoś głupio mu było się wycofać. Może dlatego, że [Reader] wydawała się szczerze podekscytowana wizją czegoś nowego. W teorii w pałacu mogła robić, co chciała. W praktyce zwykle były to te same, nudne czynności. Mogła wybierać między haftowaniem, malowaniem, grą na instrumentach i szeregiem innych zajęć. Nic jednak jej nie ciekawiło. Matka celowo odsuwała ją od planowania taktyk wojennych czy nauki posługiwania się bronią. Córka miała jej nigdy nie zastąpić. Gdy już Tsaritsa osiągnie swój cel, obalając wszystkich bogów, nie będzie takiej potrzeby.

Nawet zwykłe wyjście poza obręb lodowych murów wiązało się z eskortą i musiało mieć jakiś sensowny cel. Nic więc dziwnego, że gdy Ajax rzucił swoją propozycję, od razu się rozpromieniła. Jakakolwiek zmiana przynosiła jej radość. Dobrze wiedział, jak kochała swój dom. Marzyła jednak o wyrwaniu się z tego zimnego miejsca. Chciała zwiedzić dalekie zakątki Teyvatu, gdzie panowali Archonci inni niż jej rodzicielka. Gdzie ludzie nie patrzyli na siebie podejrzliwie na prawie każdym kroku. Gdzie nikt na nikogo nie donosił. Gdzie nikt nie podpisywał dokumentów skazujących nieszczęśników na śmierć w czasie śniadania. Nie uważał wcale, że miała trudniej od jego rodziny. W końcu to ludzi takich jak on dotyczyły wszystkie decyzje pochodzące z dworu. Czuł też jednak, że komuś takiemu jak ona nie mogło być łatwo patrzeć na to wszystko i nie móc nic zrobić.

Częściowo też zgodził się na ten wypad, bo schlebiał mu fakt, że może jej dać coś, czego nie miała, pomimo swojego statusu. Wielokrotnie zastanawiał się, czy ich znajomość ma sens, biorąc pod uwagę wszystkie dzielące ich różnice. Tłumaczył sobie jednak, że nikt tak naprawdę nie ma prawa im niczego narzucić. Jeśli obydwoje się lubili, to niby dlaczego nie mogliby się razem bawić?

Zanim się spostrzegł, dotarli do przerębli. Niechętnie puścił dłoń przyjaciółki. Podał jej giętką, drewnianą wędkę. Przyszedł czas na założenie przynęty. Towarzyszka spojrzała do małego pudełeczka pełnego wijących się robaków.

— Bleee. — Skrzywiła się, odwracając wzrok od największego osobnika.

— Te tłuste są najlepsze — zaśmiał się Ajax, widząc jej reakcję. — Mogę to zrobić za ciebie — dodał, chwytając haczyk.

— Nie! — przerwała mu [Reader], wyrywając wędkę. — Nie ma w tym żadnej zabawy, jeśli zrobisz to za mnie. Poza tym... — zawahała się. — Kiedyś pewnie będę musiała zrobić wiele gorszych rzeczy.

Skrzywiła się po raz ostatni. Różowoszara dżdżownica wiła się przez moment, po czym została brutalnie nadziana na ostry koniec wędki. Patrzyła na nią z dziwną determinacją. Jakby od tego, czy złowi rybę, zależało coś więcej niż zwykła zabawa.

— Chodzi o twoją mamę? — spytał chłopiec.

Nietrudno było zgadnąć, kiedy o niej myśli. Królowa Tsaritsa zwykle zasnuwała jej myśli, wywołując na twarzy smutek albo złość.

— Któregoś dnia — zniżyła głos — obalę cały ten system. — Zacisnęła mocno palce na drewnianym trzonku. — I wtedy nikt w Morepesok ani w Snezhnayi nie będzie musiał łowić ryb, żeby nie głodować!

Ajax otworzył oczy ze zdumienia. Nie sądził, że widziała biedę zwykłych ludzi aż tak dogłębnie. Dla niego to stanowiło codzienność. Zdobywanie pożywienia przemianowane przez ojca w zabawę, by chętniej mu pomagał. Właściwie już dawno o tym zapomniał. Pewne sprawy, do których się przyzwyczaił, z czasem przestały go nurtować.

— Gdybyś kiedyś potrzebowała kogoś na stanowisko… no wiesz… generała do spraw zakładania robaków na wędki, to jestem chętny! — To mówiąc, wyciągnął z jeziora rybę. Była mała, szara i niezachęcająca do jedzenia. Jak zwykle.

Dziewczynka roześmiała się, a jej głos poniósł się echem wśród wszechobecnej ciszy. Nie był to wcale jakiś szczególny śmiech. Był raczej zwykły. Przeciętny. A jednak, gdy go słuchał, rosło mu serce i nic nie mógł na to poradzić. I wiedział, że mógłby tak błaznować do końca dnia, gdyby tylko przez cały czas patrzyła na niego tak, jak teraz.

— Myślę, że przyda mi się ktoś taki jak ty. Będziesz moim zastępcą, co ty na to? — spytała [Reader].

Już miał odpowiadać, gdy złapała go za rękę, przerywając zanim zdążył cokolwiek powiedzieć. Wpatrywała się w lód pod stopami, ważąc słowa.

— Pytam poważnie, Ajax. Nie musisz odpowiadać, jeśli nie chcesz, ale gdybym kiedyś musiała... — Słowa nie przeszły jej przez gardło. — Pomożesz mi?

Przyjaciel czuł, że pytanie jest wręcz szaleńcze. Królowa rządziła niepodzielnie w Snezhnayi od kilku stuleci. Nikomu nie udało się jej obalić, bo każdy, kto spróbował stawić czoła bogini, ginął okrutną śmiercią. Wcale nie miał ochoty być kolejny. Z drugiej jednak strony we wszystkich historiach, które opowiadał mu ojciec, bohaterowie musieli podejmować ryzyko. Dlaczego to właśnie on miałby nie stać się następnym?

— Pomogę, obiecuję. — Pokiwał głową.

Chłodny wiatr zawiał, szarpiąc rude kosmyki jego włosów. Odgarnął je z czoła niecierpliwym ruchem. Zawieja coraz bardziej przybierała na sile. Nadchodziła pora, by wracać.

— Trzymaj. Moi podwładni nie mogą marznąć. — [Reader] wyciągnęła w jego stronę swoje futro.

Nie sądził, że aż tak było po nim widać, że marznie. Zwykle więcej się ruszał albo po prostu krócej przebywał na zewnątrz w takie dni jak ten. Nie chciał jednak, by spotkanie zbyt szybko się skończyło. Dlatego dyskretnie przebierał skostniałymi palcami, próbując je rozgrzać. Jego ubranie też pozostawiało wiele do życzenia.

— Daj spokój, księżniczko, wcale nie jest mi aż tak…

Dziewczyna uparcie zarzuciła mu biały materiał na ramiona.

— ...zimno — zakończył zrezygnowany.

Musiał przyznać, że od razu zrobiło mu się cieplej. Futerko mile grzało przemarznięte plecy. [Reader] chwyciła jego chłodną dłoń. Była tak samo zimna, jak jego własna, ale jakoś nie miał ochoty jej puszczać. Powoli przeszli po jeziorze aż na skraj lasu. Tu ich drogi się rozchodziły.

— Prawie bym zapomniał. — Sięgnął do skórzanej torby. — To dla ciebie.

Na dłoni spoczywała mała laleczka. Robił je co roku dla całej swojej rodziny. Teraz postanowił zrobić dodatkową. Matrioszka miała w sobie wiele małych sióstr. Na każdej wymalował inną twarz. Ubrane w zimowe, niebieskie szaty, błyszczały świeżo pomalowane lakierem.

— To matrioszka? — upewniła się, oglądając ją z bliska.

Pokiwał głową.

— Żebyś o mnie nie zapomniała przez zimę — stwierdził cicho.

Wiedział, że po najbliższej zamieci nie zobaczą się aż do wiosny. Tylko tutaj zimy bywały na tyle okrutne. Śniegi zasypią ścieżki i nikt nie trafi do jego wioski przez najbliższy czas, choćby chciał.

Miał szczerą nadzieję, że będzie o nim myśleć, patrząc na ten prezent.

— Do zobaczenia! — pożegnał się szybko i odbiegł.

***

[Reader] wysiadła z sań. Zatrzymała się na kilka chwil przy siwych rumakach ciągnących zaprzęg. Pogłaskała je łagodnie po pyskach. Prychały cicho, skubiąc ledwo widoczną trawę. Zawsze była pod wrażeniem tej jedynej ostoi zieleni w pobliżu pałacu. Jednego z niewielu miejsc w całej Snezhnayi, gdzie śnieg topił się na tyle, by można było zobaczyć, co jest pod nim. Nawet jej matka zdawała się lubić ten skrawek ziemi. Inaczej nigdy nie chciałaby tu przyjeżdżać. Zjawiały się tu co roku. Nawet jeśli dziewczyna nie wiedziała po co. Zwykle zostawała sama, a caryca odchodziła bogowie wiedzą dokąd.

— Childe, dotrzymaj księżniczce towarzystwa! — Dowódca straży odszedł nacieszyć się rzadkimi promieniami słońca.

Zrzucił nudne zadanie na najmłodszego rangą. Nic nie mogło bardziej ucieszyć [Reader]. Czekała na ten moment. Jej marzenie nareszcie się spełniło. Powolnym krokiem ruszyła wydeptaną ścieżką. Z całych sił pragnęła przyspieszyć. Musiała jednak zachować ostrożność, więc z gracją złapała fałdy śnieżnobiałej sukni i drobnymi krokami ruszyła na spotkanie.

Musiała przyznać, że dawny Ajax sporo urósł, odkąd widziała go ostatni raz. Im bliżej była, tym bardziej czuła, jak przyspiesza jej serce. Widywała go tylko z daleka, gdy trenował w koszarach. Kilka razy udało jej się wymknąć, ale ciche spotkanie było poza jej zasięgiem. Żołnierze przestrzegali restrykcji. Za niesubordynację surowo karano każdego. Tsaritsa nie tolerowała braku dyscypliny u swoich poddanych. Dlatego jej córka musiała przełknąć samolubną chęć rozmowy z przyjacielem. Aż do tego dnia.

Nie wytrzymała do końca. Ostatnie kroki przemierzyła pędem i rzuciła mu się wprost na szyję. Nie stracił równowagi, jak się spodziewała. Stał na nogach pewnie.

— Tak się cieszę, że nic ci nie jest — powiedziała, odsuwając się na tyle, by móc się mu dokładniej przyjrzeć.

Skrócono mu włosy. Ubrany w mundur, nosił na plecach włócznię. Nie wątpiła, że potrafi się nią posługiwać. Pulcinella powoli szerzyła na dworze jego wyczyny. Z pewnością miała w tym jakiś wielki interes.

— Martwiłam się — przyznała [Reader]. — Zaraz przed śnieżycą zorientowałam się, że cię nie ma. Ludzie w Morepesok mówili, że zniknąłeś. A potem zasypało przełęcz.

To była jedna z najgorszych zim w jej życiu. Nie miała pojęcia, co się stało z Ajaxem. Wiele ryzykowała, wybierając się do wioski. Mieszkańcy, których udało jej się wypytać, powiedzieli, że cała rodzina poszła szukać młodego chłopaka. Podobno nie wrócił przez trzy dni. Przy panującej pogodzie spisywali go na straty. Większość była zdania, że już dawno nie żyje. Przetrwanie jednej nocy w takim mrozie graniczyło z cudem. A co dopiero trzech...

— Jak widzisz — tu wskazał na siebie teatralnie — mam się lepiej niż kiedykolwiek.

Kiedy nadeszła pierwsza odwilż, wybrała się, by sprawdzić sytuację. Na miejscu okazało się, ku jej ogromnej uldze, że Ajax przeżył. Niestety jego samego w wiosce nie zastała. Ojciec oddał go do wojska, czego zupełnie nie rozumiała. Nigdy nie wyobrażała go sobie w takim miejscu. Sąsiedzi wspomnieli coś o tym, że miało go to utemperować. Nie trzymało się to jednak kupy. Przecież znała go bardzo dobrze. Wszystkie historie o bójkach i trzymających się go kłopotach zupełnie do niego nie pasowały. Stwierdziła więc, że musiał być jakiś głębszy powód.

Potem zostało jej tylko oglądanie z daleka, jak szybko pnie się w hierarchii. Słysząc o jego wyczynach, prawie im nie dowierzała. A jednak teraz stał tu przed nią. Żywy dowód wszystkiego, czego dokonał.

— Co się w ogóle stało? Jakim cudem przetrwałeś te trzy dni? — zadała nurtujące ją od miesięcy pytanie.

— Opowiem ci innym razem. — Uciekł wzrokiem.

Widziała u niego moment zawahania. Postanowiła nie naciskać. Pewnie nie chciał sobie przypominać tych okropnych wydarzeń. Dowie się innym razem. Poza tym to nie było teraz najważniejsze.

— Nadal ją masz? — spytał chłopak, widząc matrioszkę zawieszoną na szyi.

Gruby rzemyk trzymał ciężar wszystkich sióstr. Było widać tylko zewnętrzną warstwę. Wyglądała na starą i zniszczoną. Musiała się przetrzeć od częstego noszenia.

Nie umknęła mu lekko zmieszana reakcja dziewczyny.

— Dotrzymywała mi towarzystwa, kiedy ciebie nie było. — Odruchowo dotknęła prezentu. — Bardzo tęskniłam, Ajax. — Podniosła wzrok.

Uśmiechnął się w sposób, jakiego jeszcze nigdy u niego nie widziała. Zawadiacki. Jego oczy błyszczały determinacją. Jakby jakąś nową głębią i siłą. Wydawał się jednocześnie znajomy, ale i obcy.

— Teraz już Childe — poprawił ją. Wiedziała, że trudno będzie jej się przyzwyczaić do nowego pseudonimu. — I… naprawdę cieszę się, że cię znowu widzę, [Reader] — wyszeptał jej wprost do ucha.

Zaraz potem pocałował ją znienacka w policzek. Jeśli przedtem jej serce nie biło wystarczająco szybko, to teraz z pewnością przekraczało wszelkie normy. Miała wrażenie, że topi się jak śnieg pod wpływem słońca.

— Nie możesz tak… — urwała sfrustrowana. — No wiesz!

— Nie wiem. — Chłopak musiał się świetnie bawić jej kosztem.

— Całować mnie — powiedziała cichutko.

— Możesz powtórzyć? Bo chyba nie dosłyszałem…

Jej przyjaciel z dzieciństwa zdecydowanie stał się o wiele bardziej śmiały niż dawniej. Kiedyś bał się zwyczajnie porozmawiać z dziewczynami z wioski. A teraz zawstydzał ją samą.

— Nie możesz mnie całować! — zaprotestowała [Reader].

— Ach tak? W takim razie już więcej nie będę… — Childe skrzyżował ręce na piersi.

— Dobrze wiesz, że nie o to mi chodziło. — Dziewczyna potarła skroń.

— Po prostu przyznaj, że też mnie lubisz! — rzucił, widząc, jak odchodzi.

— Ani mi się śni!

Nie chciała tego przed nim przyznać. Jeszcze nie teraz, gdy dopiero co znów pojawił się w jej życiu. Musiała się najpierw przekonać, jak bardzo się zmienił. Ile w nim jest jeszcze z dawnego Ajaxa, a ile z nowego Childe’a. Było to jednak śledztwo, które zdecydowanie miała ochotę podjąć.

— Niedługo będziemy się widywać znacznie częściej! — stwierdził chłopak.

Miał rację. Do niego też musiały dotrzeć plotki, które słyszała na dworze. Szykował się awans. W dodatku nie byle jaki. Childe miał zasilić szeregi Fatui jako kolejny, jedenasty członek grupy. Pulcinella szepnęła kilka słów aprobaty jej matce. Martwiło ją to, jakim zainteresowaniem Tsaritsa obdarzyła jej przyjaciela. To rzadko kończyło się dobrze. Misje, na jakie byli wysyłani, stanowiły wszystko, z czym [Reader] pragnęła walczyć przez całe życie. Nic jednak nie mogła na to poradzić. Pozostało jej szukać jasnych stron sytuacji. Wkrótce będzie mógł oficjalnie przebywać w pałacu, dzięki czemu będzie mogła się z nim spotykać. A wtedy się okaże…

***

— Jesteś pewny, że to dobry pomysł? Co jeśli ktoś nas zobaczy? — spytała [Reader], wiążąc na nogach łyżwy.

Obawiała się, że nawet tutaj, w Morepesok, ktoś może ich obserwować. A od jakiegoś czasu była już odpowiedzialna nie tylko za siebie. Liczyła na nią cała grupa ludzi. Jakiekolwiek dziwne spotkania czy wymykanie się stanowiło podstawę do tego, by zacząć koło niej węszyć. Za wszelką cenę chciała tego uniknąć.

— Kiedy byłaś młodsza, chciałaś spróbować wszystkiego. Czyżby teraz strach cię obleciał? — Childe zdecydowanie uważał swój pomysł za świetny.

Nie odpowiedziała, ponieważ miał rację. Im starsza była, tym bardziej ulatywała z niej dziecięca chęć poznawanie nowych rzeczy. Z drugiej jednak strony może właśnie tego jej było trzeba. Była wiecznie zajęta i jeśli w ten sposób mogła spędzić trochę czasu ze swoim ukochanym, to powinna przynajmniej spróbować. Jeśli na jedną noc zapomni o obowiązkach, to chyba nic się nie stanie.

— Będę cię trzymał za rękę przez cały czas — zapewnił, stawiając ją do pionu.

— Nie ma takiej potrzeby. Sama dam radę — mruknęła [Reader], robiąc kilka próbnych ślizgów do przodu. Czuła, jak nogi same jej się rozjeżdżają.

— Czyżby? — upewnił się Childe.

Światło księżyca rozjaśniało tylko część jego twarzy, ale nawet i bez niego domyśliłaby się, że się uśmiecha. Uwielbiał się z nią droczyć.

Zanim się spostrzegła, złapał jej obie dłonie. Zaczął jechać do tyłu, nie oglądając się za siebie. Pociągnął ją za sobą. Sunęła razem z nim z zawrotną prędkością. Zimny wiatr chłostał ją po twarzy, ale było w tym wszystkim coś ekscytującego. Z czasem zaczęła sama poruszać nogami. Metalowe płozy gładko sunęły po powierzchni. Na moment oderwała się od wszystkich problemów, które na niej ciążyły. Spojrzała na swojego ukochanego. Mknął teraz sam, tuż przed nią. Dawniej Ajax bał się tej tafli bardziej niż ona. Ciemnej wody, majaczącej pod spodem. Miejsc, gdzie lód był cieńszy. Kiedyś chodził po nim ostrożnie. Jak jego ojciec. To jednak minęło. Teraz nie bał się już nikogo i niczego. Mówił, że lubił przychodzić w to miejsce. Pozwalało mu sobie o tym przypomnieć. Ona też je kochała, choć z zupełnie innego powodu. Stanowiło pamiątkę ich pierwszych spotkań.

W pewnym momencie poczuła, że ciężar na szyi, który zawsze jej towarzyszył, zelżał. Matrioszka zerwała się z rzemyka i potoczyła po jeziorze. Zanim zdążyła po nią wrócić, drogę przebiegł jej lis. Srebrzysty, w świetle nocy, złapał ją w pyszczek. Zaczął z nią umykać w stronę lasu. Próbowała go dogonić, jednak na próżno.

Nagle tuż koło ucha usłyszała świst. Zwierzę padło nieruchome. Z jego boku sterczała strzała. Jedna, ale celna. Zerknęła na Childe’a. Była zła, choć sama do końca nie wiedziała, dlaczego. Uklękła przy lisie i zabrała własność.

— Nie musiałeś tego robić. — Nie potrafiła ukryć wyrzutu w głosie.

— Wolałabyś, żeby uciekł? — spytał zdziwiony chłopak.

Nie chciała tego przyznać na głos, ale chyba tak. Jeszcze jedna śmierć przed jej oczami. Nawet jeśli było to tylko zwierzę, to nie chciała jej oglądać.

— A tak w ogóle, to od kiedy strzelasz z łuku? — [Reader] widziała, jak próbował dawno temu. Za każdym razem mu nie wychodziło, więc szybko przestał.

— Żadna broń nie jest już dla mnie wyzwaniem. Chcę spróbować z łukiem, bo najgorzej mi idzie. Wtedy moje wygrane będą mieć sens. — Pogładził ramię.

— Traktujesz to wszystko jak grę, Childe. — Te słowa zabrzmiały głucho w jego uszach.

Bo tym dla mnie jest walka — pragnął odpowiedzieć. Ostatecznie jednak ugryzł się w język. Nie lubiła, gdy o tym wspominał. Nie miał zamiaru psuć tej nocy.

— No już. — Odgarnął jej kosmyk z twarzy. — Przepraszam. Następnym razem zapytam, czy dać złodziejowi uciec.

Ulżyło mu, gdy zobaczył, jak uśmiecha się lekko. Żart mógł być głupi, ale tak długo jak ją rozbawił, był tego warty. W tej kwestii nic się przez lata nie zmieniło.

Pocałował ją. Rozluźniła się, przyciągając go do siebie. W takich momentach czuł, że wszystko było prostsze. Problemy wydawały się znikać, a świat kurczyć tylko do ich dwojga. Do dotyku jej warg. Do przyspieszonego bicia serca. Do zaróżowionych od mrozu policzków. Do światła tańczącego na jej twarzy. Chciał zapamiętać ten widok. Wyryć go w pamięci, by móc do niego wracać chłodnymi nocami, gdy wspomnienia z Otchłani wypełniały mu bezsenne godziny.

— Muszę cię o coś zapytać, bo inaczej nie da mi to spokoju — zaczęła [Reader], odrywając się od niego. Pamiętasz, jak w dzieciństwie zapytałam, czy mi pomożesz, gdybym… gdybym chciała obalić matkę?

— Obiecałem ci to. — Childe pokiwał głową.

— Muszę wiedzieć, czy nadal obstajesz przy tamtej odpowiedzi. — Wiedział, że to pytanie jest ważne.

Od kilku dni wydawała się jakaś inna. Poddenerwowana. Nie sądził, by inni to zauważyli. Nawet Tsaritsa. Nie przejmowała się córką na tyle, by dobrze ją poznać. On jednak wiedział. Nauczył się z czasem wyczuwać jej nastroje. Widział ją lepiej niż wszyscy inni i był z tego dumny. Wiedział, że mu ufała. Nie było nikogo innego, kto byłby tak blisko w jej życiu.

— Nie zmieniłem zdania, [Reader]. — Chłopak delikatnie ścisnął jej dłoń.

— W takim razie mam dla ciebie zadanie. Może nie będzie to twoja wymarzona pozycja generała do spraw zakładania robaków na wędki, ale…

— Zamieniam się w słuch. — Uśmiechnął się.

***

— Niniejszym uznaję [Reader], moją córkę, winną popełnionej zbrodni i skazuję ją na śmierć!

Dziewczyna popatrzyła w oczy kobiety, która przez całe życie grała jej matkę. Była beznadziejna, ale jednak czasem próbowała. Czy było jej chociaż trochę żal? Jeśli tak, to nie dała tego po sobie poznać. Widocznie dziecko za bardzo przypominało jej dawną stratę. Stalowoszare tęczówki wpatrywały się intensywnie w swoją przyszłą ofiarę. Chłodna, nieczuła i dumna bogini stała przed swoim lodowym tronem. Jej nieskazitelnie jasna, mlecznobiała skóra dotknęła ostrza. Własnoręcznie naostrzyła miecz. Kropla krwi skapnęła na ziemię, gdy tylko dotknęła czubka.

— Po co to co całe przedstawienie? — spytała [Reader].

Znała odpowiedź na to pytanie. Po prostu chciała jeszcze przez moment pozostać na tym świecie. Nawet jeśli osobą, która przedłuży ten pobyt, miała być ta najbardziej znienawidzona w całym jej życiu.

Powietrze przeszył śmiech. Delikatny jak śnieżny puch i mroźny jak Snezhnaya. Nikt w komnacie nie odważył się wydać z siebie najmniejszego dźwięku. Wszyscy zamarli.

— Dobrze wiesz dlaczego, kochanie. — Słowa były tak ciepłe, że niemal mogła wyobrazić ją sobie jako dobrotliwą matkę. — By pokazać, co robię ze zdrajcami — zwróciła się do tłumu.

Zebrali się tu wszyscy, którzy mieli jakiekolwiek wpływy w państwie, choć nikt z nich nie łudził się, że ma realną władzę. Służyli swojej carycy. Tylko jej. Aż do końca swoich dni, które miały nadejść niebawem. Kiedy plan królowej się powiedzie i w Teyvacie nie pozostanie już nikt.

Pozwoliła sobie na spojrzenie w stronę Fatui. Ajax stał pośród nich w idealnie równym szeregu. Jego ruda czupryna była w nieładzie. Na twarzy miał maskę czerwoną jak krew. Patrzył prosto przed siebie. Nie na nią. Cieszyła się z tego. Gdyby zwrócił na nią swój wzrok, mogłaby nie wytrzymać. A miała obowiązek wobec każdego, kto przyłączył się do rebelii. Musiała umrzeć z godnością, by nie złamano ich ducha. Inaczej cała jej ciężka praca pójdzie na marne. Nie mogła do tego dopuścić.

Przynajmniej on się uratował. Dotrwa do lepszych czasów. Będzie miał szansę kontynuować wszystko to, co zaczęła. Walczyć z całą niesprawiedliwością, jaka ich spotkała.

Tsaritsa z gracją zeszła z podwyższenia. Z każdym krokiem [Reader] czuła coraz większy chłód. Nie mogła powstrzymać szczękania zębami. Kajdany na jej rękach pokryły się szronem. Palce bladły w zastraszającym tempie. Oddech zamienił się w parę. Nie miała już siły się bać. Strach wyparował, gdy całe ciało zdawało się tężeć.

— Ona tu przyjdzie. Wiesz o tym. — Dziewczyna dumnie podniosła głowę. Wiedziała, że za moment nie będzie mogła nawet nią ruszyć. Zbyt wiele razy oglądała egzekucje matki, by nie mieć pojęcia, co nastąpi. — Lumine była w Mondstadt, Liyue, Inazumie, Sumeru, Fontaine i Natlanie. Zostałaś tylko ty. Wysłałam list. Przyjdzie po ciebie. A wtedy wszyscy będziemy wolni… — Matka musnęła jej wargi dłonią. Nie mogła już nimi poruszyć. Wiedziała, że od tej pory nie wypowie już żadnego słowa. Nigdy.

— Wydaje ci się, że jesteś sprytna. Że twoja śmierć ma sens — powiedziała królowa spokojnym głosem. — Jest wręcz odwrotnie. Mogłaś mieć wszystko. Zostać tu ze mną. Oglądać koniec Teyvatu. Patrzeć, jak pozbędę się całego zła trawiącego ten świat. Zamiast tego wybrałaś walkę, którą przegrałaś już na samym początku. Wiesz dlaczego nie stoisz teraz na moim miejscu? Bo ja nie ufam niczemu i nikomu. Ty popełniłaś podstawowy błąd. — Powoli wzniosła miecz nad głowę. Wydawał się nic nie ważyć w jej rękach. — Tartaglia, wystąp!

Jej ukochany wyszedł przed szereg.

— To jemu zawdzięczasz swoją przedwczesną śmierć. Mojej lojalnej Jedenastce. — Uśmiechnęła się w jego stronę. — Posłużysz za przykład, [Reader]. Jeśli tylko zdrajcy nie będą się wychylać, pozwolę im dożyć, by ujrzeli koniec wszystkiego.

Skazana czuła, jak łza zbiera się w kąciku jej oka. Nie miało to jednak znaczenia. Zamarzła zanim zdążyła spłynąć po policzku.

Ileż by dała, by poznać teraz jego myśli. Dlaczego to zrobił? Czy nie miał wyboru? Może chronił swoją rodzinę? Przecież tak bardzo ich kochał. Tonię, Anthona, Teucera i swoich starych, zmęczonych rodziców. Może to był tylko blef? Jedyny sposób, by uchronić ludzi zanim nadejdzie pomoc? Jej życie w zamian za każdego, kto jej pomógł. Może stanowiła cenę, którą należało poświęcić…

Zza maski dojrzała jednak blask oczu. Tych błękitnych i dziwnie martwych. Tak znajomych, a jednak innych, od kiedy zniknął na trzy dni pewnej zimy. Jakby czaiło się w nim coś innego. Wiedziała, że wpadł do Otchłani. Nigdy jej o tym nie powiedział. Kilka dni temu natknęła się na starożytne księgi i raporty. Przeczytała je za plecami matki. Nie zdążyła o nie zapytać. Teraz już nigdy się nie dowie. A co, jeśli jednak zrobił to z własnej woli?

Nie czuła momentu, gdy ostrze dotknęło jej skóry. Chłód zabił ją szybciej.

Głowa potoczyła się kawałek i znieruchomiała. Oczy zastygły martwo utkwione w jednym punkcie. Tsaritsa odwróciła się. Odrzuciła miecz na podłogę. Już więcej nie będzie jej potrzebny. Niedługo wszystko, czego zawsze pragnęła, się ziści. Krzew skrzepła od razu. Niezadowolona spojrzała na plamki na śnieżnobiałej sukni. Odeszła w kierunku drzwi. Nie odwróciła się ani razu. Teraz mogła już tylko patrzeć przed siebie.

Wszyscy opuścili salę w grobowej ciszy. Wszyscy poza Childem.

Chłopak przyklęknął na podłodze. Na lodowej powierzchni leżała matrioszka. Ta sama, którą dał jej lata temu. Uśmiechnął się, wyciągając po kolei laleczki. Wiele twarzy. Schował je wszystkie do kieszeni i ruszył przed siebie.

#childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin impact x reader #oneshot x reader #tsaritsa #snezhnaya #fatui harbingers #pulcinella #trigger warning ed

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crepezinhos · 5 months ago

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A Dream Come True

POV: Your favorite character’s banner, Wanderer, is about to come out in a few minutes, and, to contain your excitement for his launch, you decided to begin praying for him to ‘come home’. You’ve been now doing that for the past 5 minutes now while waiting for his splash art to appear in the game’s banners, but you suddenly hear knocks on your door, and the person behind it was a weird ‘cosplayer’.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is a NSFW piece

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Contains: Degradation, praising, usage of toys, edging, overstimulation, slight bruising, power-play and oral/anal sex.

“Scara, please come home… Scara, please come home…” You recited that phrase over and over nonstop, each time making your volume become slightly louder than before due to your comfort in the room.

Your fingers were twirling around each other, your hands fisting against each other tighter and tighter, your forehead resting at the tip of your risen thumbs and your eyes using all their strength to keep themselves closed shut and not let your excitement take over you…

Uuuuuuuggghhhhhh!!!

How much longer do you have to wait for?! Can’t he just launch in the game already?! Why does Hoyoverse have to be so perfectionist about when they launch things in the game?! You’ve been procrastinating your duties for the past hour now just for this occasion!

You couldn’t help but open your eyes due to your overwhelming impatience and they immediately aimed at your screen in search of the current banner’s timer.

2 minutes left

Oh!

Ok! It isn’t that bad! Your praying has really helped time run faster, didn’t it?!

You smiled in joy, quickly switching the way you were sat in your gaming chair to one where you were kneeling at it, making your prayers more determined and realistic.

Scara, please come home…

Scara, please come home.

Scara, please come home!

SCARA, PLEASE COME-

Knock knock

Your whole body shivered in shock when you heard such triggering and recognizable noise, making you immediately wake up from your little fantasy.

For God’s sake! Who the heck could it be?! Can’t you enjoy a moment of excitement and joy by yourself for a single minute?!

You forced yourself to participate in reality instead of isolating yourself because of a screen, and got up from your chair to walk up to your dorm’s door, sighing in agony of killing a bit of your mood off.

It would really piss you off if the person behind it was simply someone making propaganda of some stupid, small project, instead of your roommate.

You gently grabbed and pushed the door’s handle down, opening it normally just like any other time.

“God, you really were determined to call my attention, weren’t you?! I’ve never heard any of my fans think this loud about me my entire life! Congratulations, woman, you have summoned me!” The man that was standing immediately begun scolding you as soon as your eyes were making contact, waving and gesturing his hands around to make his irony more obvious, ending his speech with them at his hips.

But you didn’t want, and couldn’t, say anything back in response, because you were too dumbfounded by the man’s appearance.

Why was the person knocking on your door… cosplaying… and acting like Wanderer?

“Hello? Woman on Earth? Cat got your tongue?” He leaned his body down to reach your eye level and brought a hand close to it, just to wave it side-by-side and snap his fingers repeatedly in an annoying manner.

“Who the fuck are you?” You had finally managed to process the information that was given to you, which caused ‘Wanderer’ to immediately sigh in boredom.

“Oh, please, don’t tell me you’re the kind of fan who pretends to be all innocent and unaware of what Genshin Impact even is in the first place...” He rose his body up again and crossed his arms while scolding your attitude.

“What are you talking about..? I’m not—!” You scoffed at what he said about you, but as soon as you remembered again that you were talking to some random, crazy cosplayer of your college, that probably had to stalk you to find out you played Genshin Impact, and that you had a duty to do, you stopped trying to defend yourself, and changed topics. “You know what? Just get out of my dorm, please.” You told the man while using a hand to push the door back to its place frenetically, trying to make him unable to react due to the lack of time.

"Wow, wow, wow, young lady!” You felt the door stiffen at one specific spot before it was fully closed, leaving a small gap between the interior and exterior of your apartment.

Your eyes widened in shock with the man’s audacity and strength, and immediately looked down to see what had happened with your door. ‘Wanderer’ had stomped his foot forward before you could shut the door, serving as an obstacle for the door to not be smacked in his face.

“Is this how you treat your favorite character after he makes the effort of coming all the way from another universe just to check on you?” You could see his eye showing up between that gap, trying to keep making eye contact with you.

“Are you insane?!” You screamed at him, trying to push the door shut with your both palms now, but it didn’t seem to affect him minimally.

You heard him sigh loudly in boredom again, and this time he sneaked his hand through the gap. Instead of doing something physical or harmful to your or your door, it actually did something that made your jaw drop.

An orb.

And not just any orb.

It was an orb that perfectly resembled how Wanderer used his Anemo powers in Genshin. It was a vertex with a black center and Anemo-colored, wind-like, effects around it. Something that also called your attention were the shiny flying wristbands around his wrists, spinning according to how intensely he used his powers.

It was jaw-dropping enough for you to accidentally drop your grip from the door, which finally made the man successful in opening it. Unlike what you would expected from a maniacal cosplayer or the actual Wanderer from Genshin Impact, he simply walked in and closed the door gently, crossing his arms later while staring at your dumbfounded face.

“Was that enough proof? Or do you need me to open a portal, bring to you Tevyat and talk to Nahida to believe that I’m the one and only Wanderer from Genshin Impact?” He asked while walking around your room like he owned it.

“I…” You couldn’t even mumble an answer to everything you had just witnessed.

This had to be some sort of dark joke being done with you, isn’t it?!

“Cat got your tongue again?!“ He turned around just scold you again while directly staring at you, but he frowned his eyebrows right after and put a hand on his chin to think. “Perhaps I wronged the address…” He mumbled quietly, his head frenetically looking at many corners of your room in search of something.

When he saw your computer, whose screen had turned black due to the lack of movement in the mouse, he rushed to it and sat on your chair, his back leaning in a very unhealthy angle. He quickly shook the mouse to turn it on again, meeting his own face stamped at the screen.

“This computer is yours, isn’t it?” Despite your lack of answer to his question, he simply took your silence as an ‘yes’. “Ok, you’ve saved more than 200 wishes… which I’m guessing is for me…” He mumbled to himself, showing a little bit of his ego, while pressing ‘Esc’ with a finger twice.

His eyes widened a little bit when he met the game’s menu and he immediately leaned his body up again with a big, proud smirk in his face.

“Aha! So you are a fan of mine, and a proud one!” He put his hands in the sides of your computer and spun it until the computer’s screen was visible to your eyes.

(Yes that’s my UID. Yes I had to change my name and bio to that for the sake of this fanfic.)

Your cheeks flushed.

How come you’ve never realized how embarrassing this description was?!

“H-Hey! That was a joke I did with my friends!” You ran towards him, trying to stop him from looking at anything else at your game’s account.

“A joke?! Alright then, bet.” He put a hand in front of your chest to hold your body in place, also grabbing on a wrist to make you watch him messing around with your computer.

With his other hand on your keyboard, he pressed Alt+Tab with his thumb and index, immediately landing at Google. You were thankfully not doing anything weird at the moment, after all, all he met on the screen was homework, but that didn’t seem to be what he was looking for.

“You named your AO3 tab ‘Calculator’?! Really?! That’s pathetic!” He pointed directly at the AO3 tab in your favorited pages until the tip of his finger was putting pressure on it, causing you to flush. “What else do we have here..? AO3, Wattpad, Tumblr… oh? I don’t recognize this one.” He clicked at the very last tab, which made you gasp in embarrassment.

“W-Wait, no! Don’t click on tha—!”

AzeruOfficial

The name immediately popped in big, orange letters as soon as his finger pressed on the left side of your mouse, causing him to explode in laugher.

“Azeru?! You listen to this guy’s ASMRs?! Oh, please, why did I even doubt this was the wrong address? The Nahida profile picture was enough to tell that you were a fan of mine. Do you think that’d bring you luck?” He finally rose from your chair and walked close to you while sitting for an answer.

But once again, you couldn’t answer. It would be really embarrassing to admit to your favorite fictional character that you were doing multiple mini rituals to attack more luck in your pulls.

“You know what, Y/N woman? I’ll tell you a secret… we, playable characters of gacha games actually have the powers to choose who wins and who loses 50/50. Nahida chose who won her 50/50s, Cyno chose who won his 50/50s… and I’m about to do the same now with all the desperate people that want me in their accounts, including you! But the thing is… you know how I am, don’t you? I’m gonna judge every little detail about the people who are wishing for me. That means you’re up to judged too! But… I’m gonna give you a personal chance to win my 50/50s… with a deal.” He rose his hands until they landed on your shoulders, massaging them slowly and got closer to your ear with a big smirk on his lips. “I’m gonna get rid of your sexual frustrations, and you’ll get rid of mine.” He initiated, immediately making your eyes widen again.

“WHAT—?!” You tried protesting, but he immediately moved a down to smack your mouth shut.

“We’re gonna have sex, and every orgasm either one of us have, we’ll do a ten-pull! That’ll happen until you finally get the luck of pulling a five-star, which will be around 7 or 8 rounds. There, I’ll be finally judging whether you should win me or not based on how well you satisfy me. If you fail to win the 50/50, then I’ll guess you’ll be owing me another 9 rounds with a total of 18 rounds…” His cheeks grew pink while he explained his idea, his smirk becoming more sadistic and horny within every second.

You pushed his hand away from your mouth while shaking your head side-to-side too in denial and still keeping your fingers around his worst to make sure he wasn’t going to make anything else to you or your home.

“No! You can’t just barge in my apartment, invade my privacy, and then ask me to have se with you?! I don’t care if you are the real Wanderer or not, this is too much for me!” You screamed at him, but it wasn’t enough for his confidence to die.

“Oh, Y/N, Y/N…” One of his hands moved to your face to hold and caress your cheek. “It’s obvious that you daydream about having sex with me, you’re no innocent woman. Nobody uses AO3 to read SFW shit or listens to Azeru for his SFW audios...” He shook his hand away from your grip and put it on his chest.

You watched his fingers teasingly rub his chest, making your fingers beg for them to be there, until they were at his shoulders, where he slowly pushed his white kimono away from his shoulder, revealing the black-transparent suit he wore under it in a way that made your stomach ache with butterflies.

“I’m the dick you want to proudly ride in that profile description, Y/N.” His forehead slowly leaned closer to yours until they were touching, causing your noses to touch each other next too, and finally… your lips were sealed together.

10 wishes:

Wanderer decided to begin his little game by making you do exactly what your description said: riding him. So, now he was sat lazily at your chair, legs spread, but still with most of his clothes on, while you were hopping up and down on his dick, naked, like you were addicted to it.

“Such a cute little fan… using all your strength to accomplish your sexual need of fucking your favorite fictional character…” Wanderer praised you while giggling in appreciation, deciding to move a hand to pinch your nipple playfully, causing you to scream in the spot.

“AAaaaaAHhh~! Fuck, Scara~!” You arched your back and scratched your nails on his shoulders to contain the pleasure he gave you with his touch.

He giggled again, and moved his other hand to your thigh, squeezing it while trying to also use it to pull you closer to him.

“Why are you arching away from me? You’re supposed to be be enjoying me! Come on…” His husky, dominant voice made you immediately push yourself at his direction until your head landed right between his neck and shoulders.

God, almighty.

Now you wouldn’t leave that position even if a teacher banged on your door with your test’s grades on their hands. Such an intimate position was making your pussy gush around his cock.

Your entire body was swirled with his, which meant that every part of your body touching a part of his body. Your legs spread apart, attempting to hug his waist, your arms moving to his back to feel and scratch his every cell, your mouth drooling on his skin…

You were like some true parasite.

“Oh, God! Oh, God!” The ecstasy of sex was numbing your mind into exactly what Wanderer wanted, a cock-hungry slut.

“Good girl… you’re doing really well…” His hand in your thigh rolled down until he was making contact with your ass, proceeding to tap one of the buttocks repeatedly. “You’re really fucking soaked, aren’t you? God, I’ve never heard a pussy doing such mushy noises…” He took advantage of how your head was positioned under him to whisper directly in your ear, making you shiver due to his teasing tone.

“It’s too much! Too much!” You whimpered pathetically, but Wanderer simply ignored and denied you and kept his hands where they were, refusing to help you in the slightest.

“Is my cock making you feel this good, hum?” He threw his head back in the chair, enjoying his peace in that position.

“Ah, yes! I can’t even… believe I’m actually fucking with you..!” Your arms moved upwards to hug his neck in pure need of more words coming out of his mouth.

“Worthless little whore… unwilling to fuck anyone in this enormous school to keep your pussy for a drawing you only see in your screen… I like the dedication, tho, don’t get me wrong~.” He unexpectedly slapped your buttock as an aggressive way to praise and degrade you.

Your walls clenched around him when he did that, causing a deep groan to echo in his throat.

“Oh-ho? Looks like I’m dealing with a masochist! I wonder how else you’re gonna impress me…” He teased you in the ear again.

“I think I’m gonna…” You couldn’t even finish a sentence due to the overstimulation, rubbing your face against his shoulder in worship for the man you were giving yourself to.

“You’re gonna cum? Own… what a cute little kitten… I wish I could help you with that…” He kept his body unmoved in pure laziness of helping you reach an orgasm, leaving you to do all the effort on your own.

You unfortunately needed to push yourself away from him to hop faster and preciser at his cock. Wanderer’s eyes glowed in joy miring at how your sexes were intertwined with each other like they were made for each other, specifically smirking at how his cock was glistened with your arousal.

Your hands instinctively rolled down until your fingers were threaded with his. Just like all the AO3 fanfictions described him to be, his whole body felt soft like pillows, but cold as ice, so his fingers were causing you to feel even more stimulated. You gripped them like you’d die if you ever let go, while he stared up and down at your bouncing body with a perverted smirk that only seemed to grow more and more. You couldn’t believe you were actually riding the cock of favorite fictional character. All you intended to do tonight was simply pulling for him and his weapon, but not plans have changed… for good.

And finally, the aching bulge growing in your womb had finally reached a peak of anticipation and blew all the way down to Wanderer’s cock, which you left perfectly placed at your g-spot, bullying it while your orgasm came down like an angry river. Your whole body trembled and shivered with the orgasm, saliva pooling your mouth.

“My, my…” Wanderer finally decided to move his body, and hooked his sandals in the floor to pull and roll the chair closer to the table where your computer was lying at. “Let’s see if that orgasm is worth an early pity to Hoyoverse…” He moved a hand to pat your head while the other moved to your mouse. “Look at it.” He fisted your hair right and angled it until at least one of your eyes could mire the screen.

The clicker was already resting at the ‘Ten Pull’ option, and he gave himself some seconds before clicking it.

✧ ✦ ✧

You sighed in broken expectation.

“Well… seems like we have some more rounds to go for, don’t we? Hey, at least you got a Faruzan! Perhaps she’s liking to see your determination in pleasing me… the man she was made for.”

20 Pulls:

You never thought you’d find yourself screaming so loud and shameless because of the precision of a man’s thrusts, especially because you knew there would be complaints about it tomorrow.

Shy, quiet, little Y/N being slammed against her own walls by an unreal man. Could it be any more pathetic?

“You seem to be really enjoying this, aren’t you? You even lost sense of your surroundings! You’re between hundreds of dorms, where everyone is quiet and asleep at this time, yet, you still keep screaming like a dog in heat because of the most basic pounding I could ever do to you.” Wanderer pulled your hair from behind using a hand, forcing you to arch your body even more than it already was, while the other one was being used to lock your wrists behind your back together.

Your hands were scratching the concrete walls you were being pushed against so deeply that you could swear you could break it at any moment.

“Or is that… you want people to know you’re being pounded like a whore in here..?” He giggled at that possibility sadistically, enjoying how fucked-out your face already was.

He suddenly pushed your head against the wall again.

“Let me test it, if you may…” His thrusts became faster, bullying your g-spot in a way that made your eyes roll up until you could see starts.

“Tell me, Y/N, are you enjoying being pounded like a fuck-toy by your favorite character, hum?” He leaned down so he could bite your ear while whispering inside it at such a teasing tone.

He grunted right after making it due to your pussy clenching around his cock once again.

“Aahhhh!! Yes! Yes, I am!” You confessed it shamelessly. It really didn’t matter if anyone could hear you screaming. You were usually a victim of these love-making noises, so, now it was your time to make those horny neighbors animals feel your pain.

“Fucking proud slut… Do you think your parents would like to know their daughter is fucking with a pixel?” He continued his degradation. “That their daughter is being used as a cock-sleeve for me while you won’t even get the opportunity to cum?” That line made your eyes widen in shock and slight fear, which made his smile grow in arousal.

“I… won’t..?” You could barely finish your sentence, but it wasn’t necessary for Wanderer, he could understand it all.

“Duh! I’m the one in control of everything in here! You’ll just accept everything that I give you, and I know you’ll enjoy every single second of it because it’s me who’s doing it! The 6th Fatui Harbinger… a puppet created by the almighty Electro Archon… a man who barely has any empathy in his heart…” He pushed the side of your head harder against the wall. “Now, hold your hat, missy! I’m about to cum and I don’t want you to waste a single drop of me, ok?” He talked to you in a sweet, ironic voice, trying to comfort you for the moment that was about to come, when the truth was that he was desperate to see you suffering.

But, finally, he stopped talking and degrading you to focus entirely on his cock bullying your cervix, ravishing your inside like a mush entirely for his pleasure.

Finally, Wanderer punched his cock shut against your cervix, beginning to blow all of his cum inside your womb. He didn’t dare let any of your body to move so you’d take every drop of him in. You screamed due to the slight burn in your womb that his orgasm caused that only fueled Wanderer’s pleasure while spasming.

“Good fucking girl…” He grunted with a deep voice while his dick still spilled thick ropes of cum inside you.

Finally, when it was over, he let your wrists and head go. You rested both parts against the wall, seeing how your wrists were now marked in red because of his gri on them.

He pulled out of you after a few seconds enjoying your warmth surrounding him so passionately. He couldn’t believe he was finding himself so addicted to the feeling of your puffy pussy, so a few butterflies kicked his stomach feeling how your flesh was swollen in arousal, and how its tone had turned into a light pink due to all the movement that has been happening to it.

“Come here, princess…” You felt his hands pull you backwards, quickly turning you over and lifting you up in the air, holding you princess-style while walking around the room.

He walked towards your computer again, your eyes meeting the wishing screen again.

“Go ahead…” He whispered in your ear, influencing one of your resting arms to immediately act in obedience.

Your trembling hand rested on top of the mouse, which was still landed on the 10-Pull button, and you clicked the left side of it.

✧ ✦ ✧

Wanderer giggled at the purple meteor shining at the screen, and even more when you managed to reach the top of the screen and click “Skip”, only to find out there wasn’t even a Faruzan.

“I’m very sorry for that…”

30 Pulls:

“Now, I wasn’t expecting you to accept such an inhumane treatment. When you find a real man to love and care for, are you willing to sell your dignity like this to him?” Wanderer asked while staring at your face like he wasn’t jacking off to you in the most embarrassing position you could ever find yourself in.

Wanderer had mysteriously pulled out two cuffs and a vibrator from nowhere. The cuffs were being used to lock your legs upside down, against your bed’s corner pillars, while he forced your hands to work on your nipples, pinching and squeezing them. While the vibrator was being used to fuck your pussy nonstop, with the extra tease of the vibrations. You didn’t even know your legs could be pulled away from their original position this much, but now, your pussy was entirely exposed to Wanderer with no obstacles, and with no chance of possibly containing that tortuous pleasure that was numbing your mind again.

“I… I..!” You couldn’t answer such an humiliating question.

“Of course you are. It’s written all over your pathetic face.” He suddenly leaned down closer to your face, simply to slap across your pussy hard, causing your legs to shiver, but the way the cuffs prohibited them from reacting too much, making loud metal noises, amused his eyes and ears. “Haha… you really enjoy this sort of treatment, don’t you? I might just take even more advantage of it as well…” You felt his fingers trace all the way down from your bellybutton to your clit, where he meanly pinched it using two fingers.

“NghAaaAHHHh?! Fuck, Wanderer, pleeeeasee!” You whimpered and screamed while a few forming tears glistened your exhausted eyes, and your hips and legs tried to contain the amount of overwhelming pleasure again.

Wanderer smiled like a maniac at the scene.

“What a lovely scene…” He looked down at your pussy, admiring the view of the vibrator thrusting you tortuously at a slow, medium force. “You know what? No need to torture your poor nipples anymore. Use your hands on my dick and worship me, you whore.” He grabbed your right wrist with his other hand and placed your hand right at his tip.

“I don’t know how to… do this…” You whimpered, begging for some mercy, but he simply sighed in boredom in response.

“How many times have you ever even slept with a man, huh? You never did a handjob your entire life?” He scoffed at you. But thankfully, he moved the same hand that was on your clit and placed it perfectly on top of it, and shaped it in a way that perfectly made your fingers hold his cock.

He started to stroke both your hands up and down, trying to guide you into the basic steps of it.

“This is mostly how to stroke a dick, now use your pretty mouth and praise me, bitch.” He guided you with a softer voice, a little merciful at your situation.

You sighed in relief when you felt clit relaxing from all the pain and overstimulation, which immediately called his attention.

“Oh, you think I’m being merciful?” He giggled at you, impeding you from even starting to think about a praise for him, and used his free hand to grab the vibrator’s controller again.

“Force: Maximum… Speed: Medium.” He repeated the adjusts he did to the vibrator according to how his thumb pushed the sliders of it.

Your head rolled backwards in agony of the vibrations being rougher inside you, reaching even deeper parts of your body at a faster pace. More tears rolled down at your face, and your grip tightened around his length instinctively.

“Hummmm… that’s it…” He licked his lips in satisfaction of what he was doing to you while running his other hand in your head playfully. “Keep jacking me off just like that until I cum again.” He took his hand away from yours, now leaving you without any sort of guidance.

But you kept going for it. Although your body was barely keeping up with the vibrator’s effects on you, your mind insisted on reaching both your and his orgasm like it was your only mission in your life, after all, it was your favorite character who you were fucking with.

“Faster, slut. I’m close.” He managed to step a little closer to you so you could stroke him faster, although his knees and legs were already being limited by your bed.

You swallowed all that pooled saliva in your mouth down, trying to stabilize yourself better and focus on achieving both your orgasms. Your clit was also slightly throbbing, slowly growing the amount and intensity of your soon-to-come orgasm.

Wanderer’s cock was slowly leaking pre-cum out of his tip, lubricating your fingers with the help of your own liquids that remained glistened around him. It facilitated your handjob, and it felt even better to Wanderer. To make his orgasm faster, you suddenly had the idea of letting most of your fingers go, only leaving your thumb and your index to do the stroking. You also made sure the size of the circle you did barely fit his length, making the experience slightly painful to him for squeezing him hard, but also suffocating his orgasm to come out as soon as possible. It’s like your fingers were tying to purposefully pump cum out of him.

“You freaking…” Wanderer’s degradations were fortunately being overshadowed by his own pleasure. “It looks like you’ll die without this…” He giggled at your pathetic face. “Don’t worry… it’s about to come. Are you cumming too?” His voice changed to a softer one again.

“Yes, yes! I am, I am!” You screamed in anticipation, enjoying the sensation of vibrator farming an orgasm from you just more and more, quicker than any dick you’ve ever taken.

“Own… that’s too bad.” He suddenly moved a hand down to the vibrator and ripped it away from your hole in a single move.

You screamed in agony feeling your womb ache in pain from the torture of being unfulfilled, trying to reach anything to cum. You desperately tried to reach a hand to your clit, but Wanderer immediately reacted and held it in place with a hand before you could reach it.

“Nuh-uh…” That was the last thing you heard from him before a sudden load of cum started spasming all over your face and chest while Wanderer giggled and moaned in appreciation and fulfilled pleasure.

Even if you were mad for not being allowed to cum, your hand couldn’t help but keep doing its job, even when he was already cumming, or if he had denied you so meanly.

“You look beautiful with cum thrown all around your face like a porn star…” He fisted his length and aimed it better on your face, just to make sure no drop would be thrown in the sheets or pillow. “Pathetic.” His eyebrows frowned, trying to focus his eyes entirely on you. “Are you enjoying having your favorite character cumming around you like some worthless cock-sleeve, hum?” He slapped your hands away from his length and proceeded to guard his dick back to his pants again and begun walking away from you, no matter how needy you were.

Your eyes followed his figure, meeting him leaning down at your table and messing with your computer again.

“I guess I do…” You answered him question.

“Pft… you weren’t actually supposed to answer it, but I’m glad you love me this much. Let’s see if Hoyoverse recognizes your love for me, tho!” He moved to a farther corner, allowing your eyes to mire the screen better as he clicked in the same 10-Pull button.

✧ ✦ ✧

“Tsk, tsk, tsk…” Wanderer crossed his arms and clicked the ‘Skip’ button at the top-corner of your screen before the wishing animation was even done. “Hey, at least Faruzan is watching us! She says you’re deserving of me.” He suddenly turned to you to make that comment.

“Faruzan is… what..?” Your eyes widened a little.

“She can watch us! Gorou and Yanfei can watch us too, actually. Want to say ‘hi’ to her?” He begun walking closer to you again.

“N-No..?!” You immediately nodded your head side-to-side, trying to somehow turn your body away from him, if their perspective came from his eyes.

“Ok, ok! Chill…”

40 Pulls:

“I think I should begin doing to every fan I visit, you know? God, my dick is fucking pulsating because of this shit.” Wanderer said between many deep grunts, arching his head all the way up to the roof while he rolled his feet in the floor.

He was now making you suck his cock while he peacefully sat on your chair, and you were knelt down, still with all that cum spat around your face and the vibrator shoved down at your pussy but in a lower setting. He also made sure to cuff your wrists together behind your back to make sure you had no control over your own pleasure, and just focused on him, no matter how bad the torture was affecting you.

“Sucking me so well… You’re a natural one, aren’t you? You’re just a little smarter for not selling yourself as the whore that you are. But honestly, what could be better than a slutty nerd for a straight man?” Wanderer patted your head with delight, but at the same time still pushing and pulling it up and down on his cock, making you do your job exactly how he likes it.

You were struggling to not choke or gag on his cock, but it was hard, especially when he was looking forward to push all of himself inside you. Luckily, he was being more merciful, for some reason, and you wouldn’t say ‘no’ to it, especially when you believed he would deny your orgasm again.

“This is getting a little boring… should I torture your poor pussy a little bit more..?” He suddenly used the same hand that patted you to pull your hair back, forcing you to do eye-contact with him. “Poor you… can’t even say a word to my question… I guess I’ll just guess that you’d like to say ‘yes’ because you’re a horny slut who’s love to be sucking my cock.” He moved his other hand and grabbed in the controller that was resting in the arm-rest.

When he officially slid the ‘Speed’ option to the right, meaning it has increased, you couldn’t help but open your jaw even wider to let a scream out in satisfaction, but it led you to gag on him right after.

“Good girl… not even daring to pull your mouth away from my cock even if it’s making it harder for you to breathe...” Instead of typically patting your head in praise, he tapped your right cheek with his palm a couple of times, with a strength that made your skin slightly sting, but not enough to make you complain about it. “I might even let you cum…” He angled his head, trying to admire the view of he had of your wet lips wrapping around him, cleaning the stains that were left by you previously, while also trying to act like he was feeling bad for your situation.

Deep down, Wanderer didn’t really care. As long as he got to fill your mouth with his cum and to watch you quiver because of it, he would edge you and fuck you however he liked.

“Prepared, my little proud fan?” His grip in your hair tightened as he stared deep down at your exhausted eyes.

You nodded and tried to relax your jaw for him to fuck your mouth as he desired. It was hurting, anyway, so it felt good to have a reason to do it without being degraded for it.

Wanderer stood up when he felt your teeth piercing his cock with less strength, knowing that would be the perfect position and occasion for him to fuck your throat.

He started thrusting you, and his hips immediately begun crashing against yours erratically, causing a few drops of saliva to gush from your mouth due to how overworked you were. You still could muffle a few moans from the stimulus in your clit and accept his dominance, which Wanderer deeply appreciated, while he allowed his head to angle in direction of the roof, and his own grunts and moans fill the room shamelessly.

“Don’t fucking swallow everything immediately, you hear me?” He took out some of his frustration on you, and you nodded to his order immediately.

With no sort of warning, Wanderer suddenly pushed and locked his entire length shoved down your throat, reaching the deepest he could, which caused you immediately gag. It was even harder now that he was also spilling thick ropes of cum around that overwhelmed your mouth so much, but you couldn’t get rid of them, or else your pussy was going to be a victim of lots of torture.

Wan while he orgasmed, Wanderer pulled and pushed his cock in and out a few times to make sure every corner of your velvety mouth had a little bit of him while he smirked at the roof in ecstasy.

After a final thrust and blow of cum, he pulled out, causing a ‘pop’ sound to come out from your moth, and a few saliva strings to connect your lips to his cock. He leaned his head down to you again and pulled your head upwards to meet his eyes. Luckily, your jaw had been so abused that it remained dropped even when he pulled out, meaning that he wouldn’t need to order you to open it and show the mess he had done in there.

“I hin I onna—” You tried warning him about your coming orgasm, trying your best to not close your lips together, but Wanderer didn’t seem to care, only focusing his eyes in your fucked-out mouth.

“Shh, shh, shh.” He kneeled down in front of you and used a hand to hold you by your cheeks, forcing your mouth locked open while he inspected it.

Wanderer couldn’t help but giggle at the mess he did on you, 100% satisfied with his own work.

“Pathetic fucking slut…” For some reason, Wanderer let go of your jaw for a quick moment just give your left cheek a quick smack with his palm, but before your head could recoil, he hooked your cheeks again back to their place. “Don’t you dare cum without my permission, whore. Now, swallow.” You slowly closed your mouth and sucked all the cum and saliva that pooled in the meantime down to your tongue, and you finally pushed it all in, trying to make it as visible as possible to him.

Wanderer licked his lips when he watched that bulge of cum run down your throat.

“Good girl.” He finally rose his knees up again, beginning to walk towards the computer.

Your toes curled while you tried your best to contain your coming orgasm, but your position really wasn’t on favor of that. But you insisted on that, anyway.

Wanderer held your mouse and turned back to stare at you while he pulled in his own banner. It was lovely for him to watch you worming in the floor while being edged by both a vibrator and a screen.

“Aaaaannnd…” He clicked the mouse gently.

✧ ✦ ✧

“My, my… today is not really your day, is it?”

“Scara, I can’t hold it anymore!” You whimpered for his mercy, your head curling down until your forehead was rubbing against the floor.

“Tch… can’t even get a grip of yourself.” He pulled out the controller from his shorts and slid both options of it to the left, setting both the force and speed to zero.

You couldn’t help but tear down a little bit, feeling that precious peak of pleasure flow away from your womb, while you could hear Wanderer hum a giggle in his throat in pure sadistic arousal of denying you.

50 Pulls:

Finally, your pussy wasn’t being degraded or neglected anymore.

“Holy shit, Scara! You’re gonna break me!” Your back arched against the bed, your head restless in the pillow, and your hands trying their best to push Wanderer’s tongue against your swollen clit.

“Was that supposed to be a bad thing?” His eyes angled up to meet yours, trying to contain a giggle to focus on licking your clit.

Wanderer was the one giving you a blowjob now. His mouth doing wonders in your clit and his middle and index fingers thrusting your swollen pussy in a quick, tortuous pace.

“Please, slow down!” You whimpered loudly but neither his tongue or fingers obliged to your pleas.

“Why?” He initiated, but paused to make sure your clit’s stimulation would not die. “I thought you wanted an orgasm…” His tongue’s tip immediately begun circling your clit to every limit it could reach, causing your thighs to tremble and hug his head tighter against their fluffiness while your mouth screamed high-pitch. “Fuck, your thighs are so soft… How come I haven’t messed with them yet?” You saw his other free arm circling your entire thigh, using his fingers to caress and squeeze it as he wished. “Fuck…” Wanderer moaned.

Before you could enjoy too much of his soft fingers in your thighs, Wanderer suddenly pulled a move that you weren’t expecting to happen. You felt him pull out his middle finger from you but keep his index finger, curling it upward and beginning to rub the tip of finger at your g-spot.

The scream that came out of your throat was feral. You had no idea such level of pleasure was even possible at the first place.

“Here it is…” You heard him groan like a hungry predator when he saw how you reacted to that, and proceeded to keep bullying that spot.

And of course, as soon as he stopped talking, he immediately placed his tongue back to your clit, teasing the most sensitive spots in your body mercilessly, chasing that orgasm like his life depended on it too.

Your hands were threading in the deepest roots of his indigo hair and you were sure you’d have a sore throat the next morning. Loud moans just couldn’t stop escaping your pretty lips, all of them reaching Wanderer’s ears like music. He was loving every second of that round of sex, especially being squeezed by your thighs.

“Oh my God!” You couldn’t hold it back when he started sucking your clit again, and your chest rose upwards in a blink, now sitting on the bed.

It gave you more power, and you definitely used the advantage to try grinding your pussy against his head harder.

“I’m close! I’m so close! Please don’t edge me again! Please, please, please!” You tried your best to lock your thighs around him with a strength that he wouldn’t manage to get rid off, but Wanderer didn’t feel slightly threatened by it.

He was going to make sure you orgasmed a river of cum around him. After all, it would be natural of you to cum hard due to all the edging he had done to you.

“Tease your nipples. It’ll help.” He ordered with a more serious tone, truly focusing his mouth and fingers into their objective.

A hand of yours slid upwards and begun touching your breasts exactly how you like it. The other hand obviously remained at the back of his head. Wanderer grunted in pleasure with the newest view he had of you sitting above of him, his bricked dick pushing his pants to get out of them, aching and trembling in need to get inside a hole as soon as possible.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You curled your body when the heat from pinching your nipples and squeezing your breasts started fueling the pleasure your clit felt.

It really didn’t take seconds until that building climax of yours was finally released by your womb, freeing your pussy from all that previous edging. You threw your body back at the bed, spasming in the sheets, but your hand kept pushing his head against your flesh forcefully, trying to make him take in every single string of cum of that heavy orgasm. Wanderer decided to oblige to you and your personal wish of cumming inside his mouth and moved his mouth down to your hole and pushed his tongue in, while pulling out his finger out of you.

Just like you previously did, Wanderer kept his mouth ready and open to receive every drop of cum that ran down to your tongue. Thankfully, you tasted bitter, which is his favorite kind of flavor, so he really didn’t mind the enormous loads of cum that ran down, licking and swallowing them all like a meal. His hands kept caressing your thighs, trying to keep stimulating you and your body to explode all that cum in your womb down his mouth and liberate some storage for the next rounds.

Your whole body melted down as soon as it was over, and Wanderer finally rose his head up again.

“You have a wonderful taste, dear.” He praised while swallowing the final drops of cum that hadn’t gone down to his throat yet.

Wanderer proceeded to get out of the bed, and once again walk to the computer like he hasn’t just fucked your brains out.

While whistling a melody, he clicked the ‘10-Pull’ button another time.

✧ ✦ ✧

“Still nothing… what pity are you on right now? I forgot to check that before beginning pulling.” He turned his head to you, staring at you aloof.

“I think… I think I was at 10 pulls before…” You mumbled an answer while you regained some consciousness. Having such a heavy orgasm had really exhausted your brain at the moment.

“Then we have approximately two rounds left if I believe you deserve to win your 50/50.” He begun walking to you again with a smirk already growing in his lips and his hand undoing his pants another time.

60 Pulls:

“Such a fucking receptive pussy you have..!” He grunted while trying his best to cage his moans in the back of his throat, his voice sounding husky and exhausted.

You left him really hungry when he decided to be nice to you and suck your pussy dry. When he was fingering your g-spot, all that ran in his mind was the imagery of his cock doing that to you instead, so that’s exactly what he decided to do. Fuck you in a mating press.

Down at your cervix, the tip of cock punched the depths of your pussy nonstop, his words suddenly becoming hungrier and greedier for you. It didn’t surprise you that Wanderer had a slight kink in breeding and just rough sex over all.

“You’re gonna take every drop of me inside again, okay? I bet it’d make you happy to be fucking pregnant with my babies, wouldn’t it, you fucking whore?” He endlessly pounded your g-spot, talking and acting like he wasn’t panting and sweating like a nasty dog.

Wanderer chuckled miring down at your fucked-out face, panting and drooling with his forceful thrusts, but still doing his best to not slow down.

“Such a cute little doll…” He praised you, but his tone made it sound more like a degradation. “Nahida was right when she let you win her 50/50… You were a dedicated fan to this game… and to me.” He giggled as he thought of all those little efforts you were doing to ‘attract luck’ for your wishes on him.

Wanderer’s hands, who were busy pressing your legs against the sheet, tightened around them, slightly scratching your skin. It caused you to hiss and look away from him, which he seemed to immediately repel.

“No, no, dear… keep your pretty eyes on me.” You decided to comply to his sweet, serious tone, but his indigo eyes, glistening and shining in arousal, were applying a lot of pressure on you and your performance, causing your cheeks to flush and your eyes to flick away from his a few times. “Now you’re embarrassed, hum? No need to be, dear… don’t you think I’ve seen it all already? All your intimacy? All the times this pretty pussy of yours clenched around me because of the most inhumane treatment, hum?” Wanderer approached his face to yours, your foreheads and noses rubbing against each other.

You swallowed some saliva down, trying to somehow gather courage to stare at his eyes in agreement with his words. It worked, but if you could turn your face away for the rest of it, you definitely would. You couldn’t believe Wanderer was that incited and determined to make you stare at him while having sex. Did he really find you sexy in this state? Pretty? Or hot? You couldn’t help but be embarrassed.

It didn’t matter. Something else was teasing you and taking your attention away at the moment. Your lips would sometimes touch his by accident every time he smacked his hips down against yours. It was making you go insane. You really wanted to kiss him and learn how does Wanderer from Genshin Impact kiss, but you had no idea if he’d accept it or if this was a good moment for it… Even if you couldn’t decide whether you did or did not go for it, your lips couldn’t help but grind against his every time they touched, and he obviously noticed.

“You want to kiss me, hum? I can see you trying to reach me every time we touch… Unfortunately I only do favors for people if they ask me very kindly, using the magic words… or making them beg for it…” He looked at you with shining eyes, already creating big expectations.

“Please, please, please..! Let me kiss you! At least once! Just once!” You whined while directly staring at his eyes like he desires, which was making him extremely passionate about you, his balls burning and yearning for more of that eager submission of yours.

“Good fucking girl…” His voice was hoarse and husky with how overwhelmingly good you were making him feel.

It was making him obsessed with the idea chasing a double orgasm.

“Are you close?” He asked while intensifying his pace.

“Yes… please let me cum this time with you!” You begged to him, which made his smirk grow in arousal.

“You want to cum with me, hum?” He looked forward to make you say even more pathetic things.

“Please..!” You whimpered while his cock poked your g-spots and wet slap noises from your hips surrounded the room.

“You know what? I’m gonna let you do that just because I want to make sure every little sperm of mine swims to your fucking womb.” The way his eyes widened and stared at the deepest corners of yours seemed to aroused your pussy even more. “Are you ready?”

“Yes!” You screamed while feeling your womb build just more and more anticipation.

And with a final pump of his cock, the both of your cores started spasming cum another time. You and him were grunting and scratching each other as if you were both going to pass out. Obviously Wanderer tried to maintain his posture to pose as this unbeatable, untouchable man to you, but you knew those thick loads of cum being ejaculated on you were all proof that he was loving every single second of those rounds of animalistic sex. And you simply let yourself tremble and worm under him, knowing it was something lovely to him.

When you two were finally done spilling cum at each other, Wanderer finally looked down at where you two were connected and begun pulling his dick out very slowly. He admired watching his cock making such wet, slimy noises due to its contact with your pussy, even if he was moving the slowest pace ever, revealing itself to be all creamy and lubricated the more he pulled out.

“Let’s see if this is finally it…” Wanderer stroked his cock a few times knelt down in your bed before jumping out of it to excitedly walk to your computer another time.

Click.

✧ ✦ ✧

“What a shame…” He punctuated every syllable of his sentence, trying to make it as obvious as possible that he was actually happy about the fact that you didn’t get any Five-Star pull yet. “At least you got two Faruzan copies for two orgasms…” He giggled at the final results of the pull.

70 Pulls:

Wanderer was genuinely more thoughtful and caring in this round, especially because the both of you believed it would be the last one. He decided to service your eyes and finally become entirely naked. It wasn’t anything jaw-dropping, but you did like the few Anemo-colored tattoos he had around his body, especially the one behind his neck, symbolizing his true identity.

You two were back to the bed again, but this time he was thrusting you sideways, while you simply laid down and tried to reach your hands in his body and feel his soft skin.

“You know…” Since he was fucking you nice and slow this time, you could finally have proper conversations with him. “What the heck did you mean with ‘Kabukimono and the Balladeer will cease to exist.’ in the trailer? Does that have anything to do with your redesign and your new name? It doesn’t look 100% good in my opinion, but what can I do about it..? I wish Hoyo had given you a better design…” Wanderer scoffed at that last sentence.

“As soon as you play the new mission, you’ll find it why, and you’ll regret those words a lot. Do you even have any idea of why I became a Harbinger in the first place? ” He whispered right at your ear while one of his hands squeezed a breast of yours gently.

His mouth was softly biting your neck, trying to get a taste of your skin with it and his hands too. His whole body was trying its best to wrap and feel yours, showing a romantic side you’d never expect from him.

You wondered if he ever made his way under another character’s pants… or other fans…

You hated that possibility. You were enjoying this intimate moment with him and daydreaming with the possibility of him being yours and yours only.

“No idea, Scara…” You tried rolling your body in his direction, trying to be closer to him.

“I won’t give you any spoilers…” Wanderer didn’t do anything about your need for his affection and closure, tho.

Perhaps it was still fun for him to deny you even in moments where kinks weren’t involved.

“You feel so good…” You decided to praise him, a hand of yours raising to caress his head while he sucked your neck like a vampire.

“You feel great too.” He pressed many smooches at your cheek and neck while you two shared compliments. “It even has me praying for you to not get a five star in the next pulls… Perhaps I can also make you lose 50/50 purposefully just to keep my dick in this pussy of yours for a little longer.” His voice has husky, moaning and grunting at how your gushy pussy was making a mess of him down there.

Wanderer gave a few glances down at your connected crotches, admiring your curves in the way, but wanting to admire the lovemaking scenario down there. Your gummy walls letting him slide in and out so easily, gushing some liquids all the way down to his balls due to the overstimulation, your sweaty skin rubbing against his... And now his hands were 100% addicted to your thighs. Even if he needed to occupy a hand to hold one of your legs up, he took the opportunity to play with them too, brushing the tips of all his fingers up and down your skin.

It was so stimulating to have him teasing so many parts of your body at the same time, you couldn’t help but begin whimpering again, desiring for more.

“Faster! Please!” Your desperate immediately made Wanderer react to it.

It felt like his dick naturally started going faster just for the sake of hearing you whine his name and desperate orders while his balls became heavier in weight.

“You’re gonna cum already, hum?” Wanderer chuckled in your ear, gently biting its lobe afterwards jokingly.

“Y-Yes! I can feel it coming soon!” Your hand desperately tried to reach his hips, trying to somehow make them go faster.

“Me too, dear… So, make sure to cum it all around me, ok? The same way I’ll be cumming it all around you too.” Wanderer suddenly jumped from his spot and pushed your shoulder until your back was turned to him, thrusting you from behind now while your face drowned in the pillow.

You weakly nodded, your hands gripping on the sheets for dear life as Wanderer’s pace increased erratically. You obviously took the opportunity to increase the volume of your pretty moans.

Seeing your body so arched for him was a view he’d love to watch for hours, especially since it helped his thrusts becoming more precise against your sensitive spots. He spent this whole finale staring at the wet mess you were making of his cock once again, enjoying it as if you were praising him with your voice.

No matter how repetitive they were, once again, your orgasm was breathtaking. Although you enjoyed the idea of being degraded by a man you adore so much, being loved and praised by him felt even better. It explained why it really didn’t take long for you to cum again. Meanwhile you trembled and screamed against the pillow, Wanderer kept thrusting you in that same tortuous pace since he hadn’t reached his own climax yet. At least he deeply enjoyed watching you taking all of him inside even if you were busy being so overwhelmed by your own body wasting all that peaked pleasure. He could now see a few ropes of your cum splashed around his length, truly making your already gummy walls a true mush for him to abuse.

“Good girl… I’m close…” He warned you with a husky groan, and you couldn’t help but try spreading your legs and arching your back even further for him, in arousal of hearing his noises and feeling his cock punching your insides accompanied by wet, splashy noises coming his hips crashing yours.

In a few seconds, Wanderer finally started orgasming too. While squeezing your fluffy buttocks, his tip trembled and ached while pumping his pleasure out of itself. Your body took him all in like it has already been accustomed with it. It didn’t really hurt, and it felt to feel him claiming the deepest parts of your insides all to himself.

Wanderer giggled.

“Did you enjoy this? Taking my semen inside your pretty cunt?” Wanderer leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“I… I did.” At this point, you were too cock-drunk to care if anyone would hear your pathetic self-degradation, your stupid screams or if your roommate would arrive home with such a pornographic scene happening.

You were happy that you had so many rounds of sex with your favorite character of your entire life.

“Good! You know your place!” The irony in his tone while his hand roamed around your body made you giggle.

You felt his hands stop at your shoulders, pulling you up from behind. After a few other tricks, he had on his arms, carrying you around princess-style once again.

“Go on. You do it.” He said as he walked close enough to your computer’s screen and sat himself on your chair, still with you on top of his naked lap. “I’m tired. Even if you don’t get a Five Star right now, I have no gas anymore anyway…” He arched his head against your chair’s pillow while waiting for you to finally reach ‘pity’.

Your shaking fingers reached your mouse.

You accidentally shook it away from the button you couldn’t wait to click, making you shake you head and focus, trying to act less lazily, desperately desiring to see what would be the results of all your efforts.

Click.

Your eyes widened.

“Oh-ho?” Wanderer’s attention was brought back to the screen seeing the golden sparkle shining around it.

Your hand froze in place as the first result of your pulls popped with a flash in your screen.

A 3-Star weapon.

You didn’t bother reading its name.

You slowly clicked the screen one-by-one, waiting for every animation of every weapon to load before advancing.

In the final clicks, finally, the big, golden, splash art finally popped.

It was him.

“Congratulations.” Wanderer giggled, tapping and patting the top of your head as if he hadn’t just controlled that.

“You…” You couldn’t even express all that joy you had been stocking for this moment. “Thank you! Thank you so much!” You couldn’t help but hug his neck passionately, which made his a smirk did and become grumpy expression instead.

That was it!

Your objective in the game was finally over!

Wanderer was yours!

“Ok, ok… no need to keep throwing yourself on me!” He rose his hands upwards, trying to avoid touching you while you simply rubbed yourself against him in pure joy of finally achieving your main mission in the game.

“I’m so happy!! Thank you so, so, so, so, so much!” You immediately let him go when he asked for it, and you threw yourself in the table, beginning to print the screen in front of you.

“I would do Weapon Banner round too, but unfortunately…” He paused for a beat. “It’s time to wake up.”

“What?” You expressed your confusion, taking a glance back at him.

“Y/N? Hello?” Those words didn’t match his previous ones, which just made you even more confused. You didn’t recognize that tone on him… but in someone else.

In a blink, all that world disappeared, and your body teleported from Wanderer’s lap to your bed again.

“Oh, God! I thought you were dead!” Your roommate made a ‘phew’ noise when she finally saw your eyes awaken at her perspective.

“W-Wh…” You rose your chest and looked around.

“Weird dream again?” She asked, leaning away from the bed to let you get up.

It was all… a dream..?

“Y-Yeah…” You awkwardly jumped out from your bed, immediately walked to your table, seeing your current main character idling probably for the twentieth time.

The Wish button had a red exclamation mark on it.

The Character button had no exclamation mark on it.

You clicked on it.

Wanderer’s banner was there, and it’s been 2 hours since he arrived in the game according to the timer.

Oh.

It was really all a dream?! All that pleasure and romance was just your brain helping you relieve your sexual needs?! Your romantic fantasies?! Well… you couldn’t deny you were a little thankful for it. The scenario you just lived was something many of his fans would kill for.

Before you could even think about actually pulling for him now, an e-mail notification in the game popped right at center-top of the screen with a little notification sound accompanied, contrasting the screen’s light blue background with its gray tone.

You pressed the ‘Esc’ key in your keyboard twice and quickly reached the e-mail option at the left bottom-corner of the screen. At least you’d get some gems for—

Wait…

What is this e-mail?

It doesn’t have a gem icon, or any item at all. It was just… a message? Coming from… ‘You Know Who’..?

You swallowed saliva while clicking the e-mail.

From: You Know Who

Good luck on the Weapon Banner, and good luck with the new mission too. ;)

(I seriously recommend you have a handkerchief while doing it.)

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