Leaving the Zubayr Theater having enjoyed the show the Troupe had put on, Lore stopped to consider how else she should spend the rest of her day off, as the sun hung low and cast a beautiful orange glow to everything.
She’d planned to spend the rest of the day within the Theatre grounds, exploring the markets and trying to make friends with some of the Troupe, but apparently a rich patron was hosting a private party with the main dancer Nilou, the patron’s bodyguard, and some Inazuma dignitary, so that left her evening open.
As Lore made her way to the tavern for her evening meal, a shudder ran down her spine upon seeing how the Scholars were still using the Akasha Terminal, each lost in whatever obscure data field it was showing them. She’d heard rumors during her trip to Sumeru, of the Sages committing some sort of crime, hence why she was expected to deal with the new Acting Grand Sage.
There was supposedly more to the crime, but it had never been relevant to her work and she’d been so busy that she’d never bothered to pay attention to the gossiping.
As the mouth watering smells of spiced meats and baking pastries guided Lore to the door, it exploded outward, a drunken blonde man careening into the poor accountant, knocking them both to the ground and covering Lore in an astringent-smelling liquid.
“’swatchwearyerpottinyurhens!” babbled the cantankerous drunk, as he drunkenly failed to make any progress of getting off of her.
“Have you considered not being a fuc—“ Lore’s oft concealed rapier wit almost got the better of her, as an astonishingly handsome man exited the tavern and made his way towards her, his intent on her location obvious.
Wait, that’s HIM!
The scholar before her was the pretty white haired man she’d been crushing on during her last visit.
He hand-tamed white hair was a little more disarrayed than when she was last here, but his stunning chest and thick muscle-y arms once again reminded her of why she’d initially crushed on him.
“I’m sorry if my housegu—“ the pretty man paused as the mess of a man pile still floundering atop her rudely glared at him, “’friend’ has inconvenienced you. His poor social skills are only made up for his architectural genius.”
For someone speaking with a calm and flat tone, the amount of nuance and weight he gave all his words were awe-inspiring. ‘Friend’ was meant with aggressive intent but wasn’t meant to actual insult the poor excuse of a drunk, and the seamless transition into an actual stab at his pride was masterful.
Having done his job of tormenting the man he’d evidently spent a meal with, the scholar stopped to actually consider the mess said man had caused, and the weight of the sigh he exhaled seemed to reflect how heavy the atmosphere around us was weighing down on him.
“Considering the fact you’re covered in alcohol and my ‘friend’ has now soiled it further with his existence, I guess you should come with us so I can make it up to you.”
“Huh?” This domineering yet incredibly attractive man was moving things too fast for what Lore was used to.
Green rectangles manifested around the wrist manifested behind the beautiful man, before quickly fastening to the drunken man’s wrists and heaving him off of the too overwhelmed to be indignant accountant, before the gorgeous man helped her to her feet and quickly guided her away from the now large crowd congregating in front of the tavern.
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“I’m sorry for the fool.” The scholar said as he handed Lore a towel, “He thinks he can hold his drink and keep secrets, yet…” he gestured to the snoring pile of humanity, ignorant of the mess he had created for everyone.
“It’s fine.” Lore sighed, all the energy having been drained from her.
“I hope this isn’t an omen of things to come.”
The beautiful man arched an eyebrow, the only hint at him wanting to elaborate on his emotionlessly pretty face.
He’s a scholar, maybe he can help. She tiredly reasoned, as she prepped herself to explain to this beautiful stranger what she needed to do.
“I’m here to work out a deal with the acting Grand Sage, on behalf of my employer.”
The eyebrow raised further, an emotion struggling to remain hidden manifesting in the way the muscles on his temple warred to decide if they did their job.
“Go on.”
“Normally, jobs like this are simple, and it’s just settling an account or opening a new one and me spending a few months living in the area as I help ensure the client is happy with the service and can run it without our oversight.” Lore began to ramble, nerves surfacing as the pressure she’d been ignoring since Dori gave her the job bubbled over.
“But this one has implications.”
“What do you mean?”
Red danced across her features as Lore had to suddenly decide if she wanted to tell the pretty stranger about the scandalous things she believed Dori was asking of her.
She deflated as her nerve gave out.
“I’d rather not say. As nice as you’ve been, I think that might be considered a breach of trust with my employer.”
She had a job to do first. Once she knew whether or
“Very admirable of you, “A smirk replaced whatever emotions had failed to manifest on his face, “And if we’re done here, I would suggest you go clean yourself up,” he gestured to a hall behind her, “which you can do in the room down the hall.”
He paused, considering something.
“But you don’t have to if you aren’t inclined to. In the spur of the moment of bringing you here, I failed to account for the lack of our acquaintance, and how what I just asked might imply ulterior motives.”
“It’s fine, just give me a minute.”
Leaving her bag near where she was seated and checking to ensure she still had her dossier, which she did, still firmly braced against the inside of her bag, before she headed in the direction the gorgeous eagle-eyed man had directed, and found the oddly arranged washroom.
The room was as if a clean and Spartan room had been assaulted by a typhoon of bad taste, the simple furnishings covered with dirty clothes and other detritus obviously owned the poor excuse of an individual.
As she scrubbed at her skin with warm water to attack the smalls bits of grease from whatever food the drunk had been eating off, she was thankful that whatever he’d been drinking hadn’t been the sort of fruity drinks she was fond of, or the beer that was a staple of almost every tavern she’d encountered.
She could still smell the strong spirits on her clothes, but it didn’t seem like it would stain, or atleast cause people to look at her as she went to where she was staying.
“Stupid asshole,” Lore muttered while collecting her bag, “way to ruin my first impression with that hunk.”
“Do you want me to walk you home, or get the Matra to escort you?” the Scholar asked, his piercing gaze now on her again.
I wish you’d do something else if I took you home~.
“Nah, I should be fine. I could use the walk.”
The beautiful man smiled, as if he also found the idea enjoyable.
“Understandable.”
He stood, and moved towards the door.
Lore quickly closing her bag, pushing the dossier that was threatening to spill out further back into it the spot she thought it she’d left it in. As she got to the door, her nerves briefly steeled themselves again, allowing her one last attempt at a connection.
“Lore.”
“Pardon?”
“My name, it’s Lore. I wa—“
The beautiful man eased her out of the door, not quite pushing her but the insistent pressure ensuring she moved out of the door.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Miss Lore. As I’m the Scribe of the Akademiya, you have to talk to me before you meet the Acting Grand Sage.”
Thankfully the door was closed, as the radiant blush now evident on Lore’s face was so bright she swore it was doing a good job of lightning her way home.
Not even in the city for a day, and she’d already annoyed her client’s workers.
Fucking great.
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“The Scribe will see you now.” the unamused voice of the jackal-geared Matra guiding her through the Akademiya kept Lore on track.
The Library inside was vast, and put both Mondstadt’s and Liyue’s to shame. If she had the time, Lore believed she could even do the math to justify that the entire Jade Chamber might fit inside the vast unused space above the large bookshelves.
As her guide took her over the bridge leading to the elevator in the center of the room, he gestured for her to hop in.
“I’m unsure of what you’ve done to deserve this, but I wish you well.”
Lore froze, as her guide activated some sigils and the lift started to lower, contrary to her belief that the elevator would head up.
“What do you mean?”
The jackal-helmeted guard paused, as he seemed to be processing what he wanted to say through some script.
“The Scribe wants to give you a private meeting, before you bring your proposal to the ‘Acting Grand Sage’.” The disdain the guard was obviously feeling at having to play some political game he thought was stupid was quite evident in how dourhe was.
“…is there anything I need to do beyond turn up?”
A devilish glint manifested in the matra’s eyes, as he reached to his belt and tossed a lump of metal to down to Lore.
“Those will make your meeting feel more…appropriate,” The tiniest hint of amusement could now be heard, “and will definitely allow this farce to turn in your favour.”
He vanished from sight as the elevator fell deep into the bowels of the Academiya, his cryptic joke lost on Lore.
“Why did you give me handcuffs?” Lore asked the ascending wall, as she fidgeted with the large lump of metal. It was rectangular, light, and had a hole on each side she could easily slide her wrist into.
Unable to help herself, Lore slid her left wrist into, and the immediate panic at hearing the loud CLICK! As the lock did its job ruined what little composure Lore thought she had.
Taking deep breaths, she regained control of her emotions, since it was only the one hand.
After rattling her hand around for a few minutes, only when she was slow and deliberate in her attempt to push against the lock that the cuff came off, the thing obviously broken and just meant to imply it worked.
Unsure of what it implied, but deciding to put her trust in the strange guard, Lore put on the ‘handcuffs’.
……after ensuring she could definitely remove them at will, multiple times.
Just to be sure.
The elevator finally reached its destination, opening on a decrepit dungeon, the tree that it was built within starting to reclaim it as roots broke through the ceiling and through the walls, cobwebs covering the few windows high on the walls.
Was this where the Akademiya kept prisoners, or experiments that needed to be contained? What was the purpose of thi-
“Good of you to join me.” Lore jumped as the voice belonging to the Scribe appeared behind her, too lost in the sight of the very rarely used area of the Akademiya that she hadn’t seen him sitting on the chair, placing a bookmark in what he was reading as he squirreled it away into his belt, drawing Lore’s eyes to his abs.
It must have been her own sexual repression, because his shirt looked a little more sheer than normal, the fabric clinging to his ripped chest and abs in a very distracting way that she almost missed how he adjusted his pants so the very noticeable bulge was now carefully hidden by the seam as he stood.
Wait, is that because of me? Lore wholeheartedly supported this notion, as did the way the flames of desire and need began to smoulder in her own pants.
“Now, Miss Lorelei Wilde, I hear you have a deal for me.” The Scribe continued, adding actual confusion to the annoyingly horny thoughts spreading through her mind.
There would be plenty of things I would offer you if you would give me what your hiding in your pants~.
Her other brain was trying very hard to take the reins, that Lore almost missed what the beautiful hunk had said.
…she’d never told him her name.
And he’d told her he was the Scribe, yet was claiming she wanted to make a deal with him? Her job was to only make a deal wit—
“Allow me to introduce myself properly. I am Alhaitham, Scribe of the Akademiya,” he paused, before grumbling out the last title, “and acting Grand Sage.”
Lore froze, as a myriad of emotions warred for control.
The man whose ‘house guest’ had made a mess of her was the acting Grand Sage?
Had he seen the dossier in her bag when she went to clean up?
Was he angry that he was being targeted by someone so poorly equipped to do this as she was?
If he came inside her, could she make ‘being filled with a Sage’s private teachings’ jokes?
Please Archons I hope you want to fuck me~
What if she was so bad at this that Dori fired her?
What i-
“And given that your job is to seduce me, and that you are wearing novelty cuffs meant for sexual encounters, you’ve obviously done your research about my preferences.” He was circling her now, and she could feel his gaze all over her body.
Given the sexual freedom of Mondstadt, she was used to a lot of people just blatantly assessing her assets, and had come to get a feel for when people were being critical of what she could offer.
Yet she didn’t feel the cruel judgement of a predatory noble or the casual yet gross inspection of someone who thought she was an easy lay.
It wasn’t often she could say she was being fairly assessed on her body, and unlike when she was walking through Mondstadt or Liyue, she was actually kinda trying to offer herself to the one checking out her body.
Lore felt his gaze stay on her chest, and she shuddered as her nipples hardened.
Archons be praised, I want nothing more than this beautiful man to suck and pinch my nipples.
The thought distracted her from how she felt his gaze linger on her well toned ass.
“So, I’m going to cut to the chase,” The beautiful man she now knew as Alhaitham was now agonisingly close, but he still hadn’t laid his hands on her desperate body. “You are going to sexually satisfy me for the next month, which is how long I’m expecting to have this unwanted title, and so long as Dori’s offers aren’t unreasonable or are atleast mutually beneficial, I’ll do what I can within my power to assist her.”
Lore was a tall woman, but this beautiful adonis of a man was just tall enough that he could tower over her just a little, and her knees were struggling to keep her horny mess of a body standing.
The orange ring around his turquoise irises gave an intimidating air to how he looked at her, and all Lore wanted was for him to command her to do something.
He raised a hand to almost cup her chin, but the way it hovered so achingly close to touching her that it was akin to the most pleasant torture she could think of, as he awaited her permission to touch, her small yet vigorous nodding rewarding her with fire racing through her veins as his hand cradled her chin.
“Do you accept these terms?” The intensity in his eyes was fierce and controlled, held back purely by his force of will.
Lore wanted to see what he would do to her, if she gave him what he wanted, so she answered in the only way she could. A moan.
“Yes~.”
If anyone was going to give her a first time worth having, she was desperate for it to be him.
The orange rings within his eyes flared with feral energy.
“Then we are in accord.”
His lips pressed to Lore’s, and it felt as if all the fervour of the Windblume Festival was flowing through her as his tongue danced with hers, the Windblume of Sumeru all she could taste as his tongue led her deeper into her desire, his hands holding hers by the wrist above her head, pleasant sensations entwining around them as he enacted their deal upon her.
Eventually, he pulled back, to which Lore lustfully made a grab for him, her body trying to act on its needs while her more rational brain was on vacation. However, it was met by solid resistance around her wrist and ankles. She pulled and pulled; desperate to glue herself against the Scribe she was now obligated to please, but the more she pulled, the more signs of feral amusement she could see dancing within his pale eyes.
“Inexperienced and visionless; that leaves me few avenues for today’s session.” He prowled around her, occasionally striding forth to loosen a strap or two, toying with her until her body was taut with restrained need and her clothes were refusing to fall, the fabric now harsh against her arousal peaks.
“I had hoped to fill you and act like I’d bred you, but if you don’t have a vision and thus lack its safety, that sort of play will need to wait for some preparation.”
That almost broke her from her lust.
So you aren’t gonna fuck me~?
And while she didn’t voice what she was thinking, the needy whine she was making made Lore’s own thoughts on his proposal evident.
He chuckled.
“Oh, I am very much in agreement. But with this ‘Lust Spirit’ on the loose, I’m not allowing myself the freedom of plowing your pussy until I know it’s safe.”
Lore didn’t understand what he was on about, as she just wanted him to touch her more. Her loins were burning for any form of touch, and her nipples were desperate for either freedom or for his stiff fingers to tweak and toy with them.
“Then think of something that’ll makes us both cum already~.”
“Quite the mouth on you.” He stopped his prowling and stood in front of her, hand back on her chin, thumb toying with the corner of her earthy red lips, before pushing it in slightly to keep her mouth parted, Lore now openly panting as the little control she had fell away with that insignificant intrusion.
“I think you just provided me with our first outlet. On your knees.”
If this had been a normal situation, Lore would’ve obeyed in an instant; her body already a slave to the desire of having this man use her, a hand quickly at her breast and the other betwixt her legs while her partner used her mouth.
But before she even had a chance to follow her body’s desire, the restraining sensation on her wrists and ankles reminded her they existed by forcing her body into a kneeling position, her arms raising forward slightly before pulling back to behind her head as her legs pulled backwards, momentarily in freefall before the masterful control of whatever restrained stopped the sudden fall from hurting her.
Lore looked up, the orange rings glowing in the Scribe’s eyes, as he slowly and deliberately stripped out of his clothes in front of her.
He started with the half coat he wore over his left shoulder, where his vibrant green Dendro vision dangled, along with the intricate sleeves, allowing the rippling muscles hidden beneath to shine for Lore’s pleasure. Her rational brain reared itself from the lust haze to muse on whether or not the sleeves were fastened to his arms by the entwining metals bands, or if they were tight enough that just his muscles alone kept them on his arm without fear of slipping.
But once the sheer tanktop came off and Lore could behold the smooth hunk of muscled man meat that was his chest and abs, her rational brain vacated and allowed the joy button between her thighs to reign. He wasn’t overly muscled, like a lot of adventurers and soldiers were and thought a lot of ladies were inherently into, but his was a muscled body not expected of a scholar.
The elaborate belt was next, but Lore didn’t care for that, for her desire was beneath the entwined design: the bulge showing his own arousal. She didn’t really have experience with aroused men to know what the size of this bulge promised her, but the fact it was straining against the tight material of his slacks was all Lore needed to start taking deep, needy breaths.
“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” he chuckled, walking away to get the chair he’d been sitting on, placing it beside her as he raised his leg and held his bulge in front of her face, stopping just short of being able to rub it against her face.
“Eager for this, I take it?” he smugly stated as he looked down at her.
Lore whimpered in desperate agreement.
He pulled back, before bending slightly as he pulled his slacks off, his simple cloth underwear now bulging hard as the oppressive fabric that had been containing his erection fell away.
Given how he was now facing Lore head on, she was frustrated that she couldn’t even get a glimpse as to what lay beneath, as the simple underwear was tenting in such a way that any side glimpse would allow her to see exactly what she was lusting for.
“So, as I stated, vaginal intercourse won’t be an option today.” Alhaitham reiterated what he had said earlier, standing back in front of Lore and grabbing his package, stroking himself once ever so agonisingly slowly and still somehow denying her a view, angling the stroke down. He was a little overzealous in his own desire for sensation, as the simple cloth underwear tugged down and allowed Lore a brief glimpse at the white hair adorning his manly pen.
“I plan to toy with your breasts in a bit, but you aren’t necessarily equipped for the sort of breast play I would normally use to get myself off…”
Despite her lust, Lore couldn’t help but huff angrily at the comment.
The Scribe smirked, seeming to enjoy getting a reaction from her.
“Please, don’t take it as an insult, as I don’t judge you for it. Your body has many other delights, and I’m just saying it aloud so you can understand what I will be expecting of and what to expect from our first impromptu session.”
She wanted to be frustrated, so badly. It wouldn’t be the first time a crass fool wouldn’t stop his unwanted waste of air to be forced upon her.
…but something about the matter of fact way he was speaking, the way his voice was still level despite how obviously aroused he was, the way he was holding himself back from visually devouring her form to ensure she was ready and eager for him to do so, was channelling the bubbling emotions from frustration to the smouldering flame burning in her loins.
Lore suddenly rose into the air, as whatever was restraining her moved her into a new position no longer facing the Scribe. Somehow within that quick movement, her pants were now on the floor, the simple lace thong she’d worn now allowing the cool air to tease the aroused skin.
The sudden grip on her thighs as something hard and hot was pressed into her ass cheeks caused Lore to inadvertently flush harder despite her arousal. Just because she was horny and desperate for it, the reality of a man resting his erect cock on her ass was still embarrassing to her as she failed to process what she was feeling through her lust.
“Anal play is poss—“
“NO IT FUCKING ISN’T!” Lore surprised herself at how instantly, vehemently and violently she denied him that line of thought.
She knew people were into it, and she didn’t judge them for it. But until she decided she was ready, and she was comfortable with what she considered ‘The Basics’ of sex, nothing was going into her ass.
If they want it to remain in one piece, that is.
The Scribe’s grip on her thighs tightened and she felt his hard cock push her cheeks apart, his erection now very noticeable parting her cheeks, the only thing separating his cock from her bare skin was the thin fabric of his own underwear and the string used to accentuate her well developed ass.
She was so thankful she’d decided to do all that walking and simple exercising in Liyue, as it had helped give her rump some beautiful definition to the layer of fat expected of an accountant. Unlike others who sat around all day, her ass was toned and looked great when accentuated, hence the thong.
“You didn’t let me finish.” He said, tone politely insinuating he was in charge but that her objection was definitely acknowledged.
“It is possible, as it wouldn’t require the same sort of protections, but unless you are asking for it right now, that can either wait until we’ve discussed it and prepared for it, or won’t be a thing for the duration of our time together.”
“Not. Happening.” Lore spat as she tried to turn her had to glare at the dominant Scribe, but the way her body was angled meant she couldn’t really get a good view of his sides, let alone his face.
“Noted.” Despite his tight grip on her thighs, he still somehow managed to pull her just that little bit closer, the pressure of his own burning desire against her ass fuelling her own between hers.
“But given the gathering heat against my testicles, the idea of rubbing my cock against your ass is fine?”
“…I guess its fine.”Lore reasoned that it was the same as if he rubbed his cock between her breasts, or if she jerked him off. As long as he didn’t enter that hole, she reasoned she allow him that.
It would help her see just how much he would respect her boundaries.
He gently, but firmly slapped her ass, earning a confused moan from the bound accountant, followed by the sound of something ripping.
The desperate moan that followed both of those sounds arose from something hard with a moist tip that gently pushed against the covered yet needy lips of her pussy, her need now flowing and staining the fabric of her thong against the intruder standing ready at her entrance.
She heard the man who now had his cock positioned directly against her needy pussy take one long, desperate shuddering breathe, before he took a step back, and she was once again in that somewhat kneeling position, greeted with a sight that left her breathless and hungry.
The snapping sound had been the result of Alhaitham’s cock ripping the cloth of his underwear, the band around his waist the only reason it hadn’t fallen off his hips, the cloth swaying as his cock occasionally bobbed in time with more blood rushing into it, that same clothe now being draped over the rod of meat in such a way that she still couldn’t see it.
But she could see two things that caught her eye.
Well, three things technically.
Right where the head of the Scribe’s cock would be was a damp patch.
A more naïve Lore would’ve dismissed it as the result of him having pressed his cock to her dripping pussy, yet the way a clear liquid was starting to slowly bead at the tip made it clear to her that was his own desire starting to make itself known, the hunk of a man apparently almost as desperate as she was.
The other two things were his testicles, the cloth draped over his cock now able to hide the majesty of both his cock and his large testicles. Lore didn’t have the context to know if Alhaitham’s testicles were larger or smaller than standard, and in her naivety assumed something that seemed logical to her from her up close view of his slowly shifting life seeding orbs.
His loads must be massive~.
She didn’t know if she enjoyed big loads of cum. She really hoped she did, because the promise she was naively deluding herself with was instantly accepted as fact.
“Now,” The Scribe started again, apparently having to rein himself back, “given the position I have you in and the fact that you are very obviously wanting this, I’m going to give you one more chance to back out.”
He used whatever magic he was using to keep her bound to raise her enough so that her face was now eye level with his cock, the pre-cum beading on the tip of the stained cloth threatening to seep down.
Her hands were brought to either side of the desire proudly displayed in front of her, and only the sight of the strange green rectangles encircling her hands stopped her from immediately trying to uncover his cock and get her lips around its crown, before she realised that her hands were just out of reach, even if she wanted to just wantonly give in to her ardour.
“If you agree to be my personal sexual assistant for the next month, currently starting with fellatio and eventually vaginal sex as a minimum, uncover my cock and kiss the tip.”
Her hands were now positioned so that all she needed to do was reach out, and she would get what she craved.
But despite how badly her loins burned, how desperately she wished to feel his fingers tweak her nipples, how desperately she wished to suck on his cock and experience his orgasm in her mouth and taste him carnally, part of her rigorous training as one of Dori’s accountants kicked in, and she managed to tear her gaze away from his manhood to his eyes.
“How do I refuse, if that is what I want?”
She tried to say it in a tone that implied it might be an option, but the way her eyes kept darting to his cock and how her thighs were very noticeably rubbing together.
He chuckled.
“Refuse to touch me for ten seconds. After that, I’ll release you.”
He paused as he considered something, before adding, “And I’ll humor your employer. I won’t promise to agree to any deals, but she can present her offers and I’ll give them a fair appraisal. Fair?”
Who the fuck am I kidding? Was the last rational thought Lore had as she pulled the cock to her mouth to taste his pre-cum, the bittersweet flavour pushing her to uncover the root of her desires.
But the restraints kicked in, and she could only manage the tip of his crown as she looked up at the Scribe is frustrated need.
“Yes yes, I know you’re desperate,” Alhaitham smirked, his cock bobbing as he took a few steps back, “but as what I’m planning to do will only gratify me, I need to prepare your body so that any sensation will set you off.”
“What do you meEeaAnnNNn?” Lore was once again moved mid-answer, her arms pulling her back as her legs were pulled out from beneath her, her weight now pulling against the strange green rectangles acting as her restraints.
Green light seemed to flare from beneath her, as strange sensations crawled and crept along her back, before coming to arrest, her body now supported by whatever was touching her.
“The fuck was that?”
The cocky Scribe faltered, Lore’s comment apparently confusing him.
“You are aware that I wield Dendro, yes?”
“So?”
Dendro Wielders were rare outside of Sumeru, and given how busy Lore often was while she’d been training in Liyue, she hadn’t really grasped what they could do beyond ‘plant stuff I guess?’.
“To ensure my Mirrors or that our fucking doesn’t hurt you, your back and lower body need support.”
The green light flared again and the creeping sensation slowly moved from between her shoulder blades to down and along her rib cage, circling and squeezing her breast, before it crept up and along her neck and chin, a root of some plant now lazily swaying in the wind.
Another crept down her spine, pushing between her plush cheeks and up the right side of her inner thigh, this one getting notably thicker the more of it grew. It didn’t penetrate her, but she could feel it’s girth teasing the side of her needy pussy.
“So I shaped the nearby tree roots.”
He paused, as he now stood above her head, Lore’s eyes darting between the root and Alhaitham’s cock, torn between the apprehension she was feeling at these roots toying with her and her primal lusting for the cock now so frustratingly close to her mouth yet her inability to do anything about it.
“I can do more, if you are inclined?”
“UMMM, NO THANK YOU.”
She didn’t really know what she wanted; beyond the cock now so frustratingly close to her, so this unique display of Dendro power was too much for her to process.
The Scribe laughed, as if he’d expected that.
“That’s fine,” he began, as the roots slowly, so achingly slowly, began to retreat along her body back to where they originated from, “that’s usually a more niche interest. I don’t expect it of you, but once you are more comfortable with what I want and you feel curious, you just have to ask.”
“OK.” Lore nervously answered, unsure if the way her skin ached from where the roots had teased her was from her own actual desire to experience what they offered, or if she was just so damned aroused literally anything would get her arousal peaked.
“Now, while I understand you want to give in to your desires, I ask that you refrain from doing so.”
He leant forward slightly, his cock inching ever so closer to her open mouth, his words causing her to freeze and close her mouth.
“Why?” Lore pouted, her face bright red from both arousal and embarrassment at how easily she was giving in to her desires.
“Because, my dear, you agreed to be my personal toy, which means that until I say so,” he now rested his cock right above her face, the tip of her nose the only thing stopping it from easily entering her mouth, “you are to do as you are told.”
It took all of her willpower to obey the Scribe and not just angle her head back and allow the crown of his cock to rest in her mouth, and let her ton—
“Lorelai?”
“Hmm?”
“Stop panting like an animal in heat and listen, please.”
She wanted to protest, but the moment he pinched her nipples, any urge she felt to resist him melted, reducing her back to being eager putty in his hands.
“As I said, I’m going to prepare you so that when I start using your mouth as a substitute for your pussy, your body will orgasm through my sexual use of you.”
He flicked both of her earthy red nipples, before pinching the left one while circling down and toying with the whole of her right breast, kneading the flesh, Lore moaning with each pinch and knead, her hip bucking slightly when the actions happened simultaneously.
“But it seems I’ve pushed you too far. So, before I use my cock to fuck your throat, cum for me.” He pinched both her nipples, painfully pleasing fire lancing straight through the overstimulated nubs straight to the raging inferno threatening to overwhelm her thoughts between her legs.
It was as he rubbed his cock along the contours of her face and his own need seemed to almost overwhelm him and cause pre-cum to spurt and land on her tongue, did the overwhelming fire originating within her loins consume each and every one of her nerves as it raced through her system, ecstatic pleasure overriding every sensation, her body twisting and pulling against her restraints as she longed to wrap her legs around this gorgeous man and have his cock buried within her, her empty pussy spasm-ing and desperately trying to milk the cock that was against her mouth and not buried within it, her desperate moans reverberating throughout the empty space.
As the fire subsided and her taut body began to relax, it was kept from passing into the pleasing afterglow by Alhaitham leaning forward, his throbbing cock now pressed firmly against Lore’s tongue, as he toyed with her clit before pushing a finger inside.
Lore moaned, and without much conscious thought, began to eagerly suck the meaty rod filling her mouth with the Scribe’s need of her, wanting to make him fill her mouth with his own desire.
Taking that as permission, the Scribe then slowly inserted and second finger, and began to open her pussy slightly, preparing the hole for the bigger insertion slowly filling her mouth.
“Now, while we won’t be using this pleasantly lubricated sex organ,” his composure was starting to break, as his breathing became more pronounced and he quietly grunted when Lore licked at certain spots on the crown of his cock, “it’s better to prepare it post-orgasm for future endeavours, to help train the muscles through the use of the pleasure hormones coursing through you.”
Lore’s mouth was stretched a little wider, as the Scribe pushed more of his length into her mouth.
Even if she wanted to respond, she couldn’t, as that would take time away from the strangely intoxicating taste of his cock.
“It’s impressive how easily you can make a body do things it thinks are beyond its limits, if you add a little incentive to the mix.”
His fingers pushed further in, two joints deep, Lore’s hips lazily trying to ride the invading digits but failing, as her muscles were refusing to respond, lost in the joy of the hormones.
But once The Scribe managed to get his two fingers knuckle deep, and pushed his palm against her clit while pushing against the top of the inner walls of her pussy, she instinctively bucked her hips and let out a stifled moan, the pleasure overriding the sensation of Alhaithim’s cock starting to be a bit too much for her to handle.
The moan allowed him to push the rest of his length down Lore’s unexperienced throat, spasming at the sudden intrusion with animalistic panic, trying to regain control as her throat was now sealed by the hard cock leaking pre-cum down it.
The Scribe withdrew his drenched digits, Lore’s pussy quivering at the lack of something to clench down on, and trailed his spread fingers up her body to between her petite breasts, rubbing a trail of her desperation along her skin.
Despite how he was playing Lore’s body like a fiddle, some part of her instinctively knew the man using her to sexually satisfy himself, as she tried to manually move herself up and down the shaft in her mouth, eyes closed as her muffled moans tried to fill the empty ruins, her lungs starting to burn from the lack of airflow.
But the Scribe pulled out, Lore’s deep breathes warring between need panting for her throat to be filled again, and the desperate panting of someone who had been denied the sweet life giving properties tied to the domain of Anemo.
“I do enjoy the enthusiasm,” Alhaitham’s cool façade was beginning to break, the muscular chest heaving slightly as he did what he could to control his breathing, “but as you need to breathe, how about you let me control how I fuck your throat, hm?”
“But cock~!” The rational parts of Lore’s brain couldn’t believe the whorish desperation she was displaying, but the needy young woman had long surrendered rational thought.
The longer the Scribe left his cock proudly on display but just barely out of reach, the abandoned rational thoughts once again gained a stronghold and rallied.
“Archon’s be damned, does sex do this to everyone?”
Alhaitham smirked, as he lightly rested his cock against her face.
“Only for the pent up.” He moved a hand to cradle her face, thumb idly playing with the corner of her mouth. “And while I do plan to see you filled with cum and drunk on lust, you are learning, so you must do as you are told.”
Lore couldn’t resist giving the Scribe some attitude, so she stuck her tongue out.
And fell right into his trap, as his thumb pushed forward and gave him control over her mouth.
“Now, I’m going to fill your throat again.” Lore’s breathy pants were almost synced with the way his cock was throbbing with need.
“I’m going to tug on your left nipple, and you are going to do what you can to keep swallowing my cock until I stop.” His demonstration of what he would do earned him another lust-drenched moan.
“Then, when I grasp your right breast, you are going to pull yourself off my cock, and either take a breath, or if you think you can safely keep your breathing under control, then I will allow you to suck on the head of my cock.” As he demonstrated what he would do, he positioned his cock against her opened mouth, removing his thumb once her lips started kissing his desire.
His open hand encircled her right breast, as two fingers lightly pinched her left nipple, readying himself to use her.
“Ready?”
“Yes~.”
Alhaitham pushed his cock into her, seemingly enjoying how Lore began to fellate him, before he issued his first command.
A short pinch of her nipple.
Lore, eager neophyte of carnal knowledge, did as she was told, and only swallowed a small bit of his length.
A short grope of her breast, and she relented.
There was a time and place for being a desperate imp, but that time was not now.
The Scribe repeated the pattern a few times, until he was now thrusting very slightly into her mouth, slowly but surely pushing her to the point where she started to gag a little on his thickness and length.
This time, when he did a longer pinch on her nipple, he moved his other hand to again invade her drenched pussy, pushing past her gag reflex as her moan overrode the automatic response.
However, the Scribe had pushed himself to far, for as he sank his finger deep into her quivering snatch, Lore’s moan pushed him over the edge, and he thrust forward, his cock spasming and flooding her throat with cum, the sudden tight pressure almost being too much for the poor Accountant as she desperately did her best to swallow the deluge of cum flowing down her throat.
The Scribe finally relented and pulled his still rigid cock from her throat, allowing one last wave of cum to fill her mouth, the strange sweet-yet-salty flavour pushing Lore over the edge and causing the small embers of need spread throughout her nerves to reignite, her body again pulling against her restraints as her second orgasm tore through her.
Lore laid there, taking deep breathes, the tightness around her throat mildly concerning her, but choosing to ignore it for now to just bask in the post-orgasm bliss.
She knew solo orgasms were great, but something about having someone else make you cum made it felt better.
As she regained her senses properly, she realised she was still bound.
“Wasn’t that enough, for a training session?”
The Scribe was still standing over her, and was staring down at her chest with intensity.
…..no, not her chest. Her throat? Had he actually down something wrong, and was now just noticing? Was it dangerous? Did she need to start panic—
“You said you didn’t have a Vision, correct?”
The strange question broke the doom spiral of intrusive thoughts.
Of course she didn’t have a Vision. While she was a competent Accountant, she wasn’t the sort of person who was special enough to receive the attention of the Archons.
“I don’t?”
He reached a hand down to her throat, and thumbed a weight that she now noticed sitting atop the strangely tight sensation on her throat.
“Then either you have been lying to me, or that blowjob was so good the Geo Archon thinks very highly of you.”
The small smirk at his own remark was quickly followed by a short burst of quiet laughter as Lore’s face went red with embarrassment.
Eventually Lore managed to calm down enough to speak.
“Please tell me you are just making a weird, elaborate joke right now.”
Alhaitham summoned the strange device he had originally bound her with, which were apparently reflective to a degree.
To such a degree that Lore could easily see the earthen brown glass of a Geo Vision sitting neatly on a chain attached to a choker she didn’t hadn’t worn prior to accidentally seducing the hunky Scribe.
“I mean, as you’ve seen, all I did was strip you naked and fuck your throat, so I didn’t cause this to manifest.”
Lore actively began to ignore the weight of suddenly being a person who has a Vision, before asking the Dendro Vision Bearer she’d just sucked the cock of.
“What does this mean?”
A strange light emanated from the amber circles within his eyes.
“This means that, if I can train you how to use elemental barriers, or you can figure out how to use your Geo powers very quickly, I can do what we both want and fuck your pussy and fill it with cum.”
The silence stretched on, before Lore decided the course they would take for the rest of the day.
“Teach me~.” She begged, spreading her legs as she bit her lip.