“Honeyed toast?” Oz dubiously questioned Fischl’s choice of dinner.
“Yes. Today was fun, and I deserve a sweet treat.” Fischl retorted while uncorking the vial of Whopperflower honey she’d bought before the mission today.
It had been a while since she’d had a job go well, since Bennet had a bad habit of stumbling into her jobs lately, so she’d splurged a little prior to getting her work, ensuring that, even if the day went wrong, she’d have a sweet treat.
She glanced at the rather plain vial of nectar.
Huh. I thought the vials sold by the Good Hunter were fancier than this. Looks more like one used in Guild missions…..
Fischl dismissed the thought.
Katheryne had accepted the vial she gave her, so it had obviously been the right one. She was obviously over thinking the details.
The honeyed toast had a slight bite to it, almost spicy. She wasn’t against the flavour, and was quick to devour the whole meal, before using a finger to clean the vial.
The almost syrup-like spicy honey was very sweet, and a novel idea, compared to the normally sweet-only product the Good Hunter sold.
*Maybe they accidentally gave me a new trial product. That’d explain the different vial.’
“Is tonight going to be another night of ‘worshiping the temple I was born with?” Oz remarked, obviously amused at how Fischl referred to her semi-regular masturbation sessions.
It wasn’t Fischl’s fault; Lisa kept recommending particularly good and salacious titles that left her mad with desire.
“Yes. Got a problem?” Fischl pouted.
“No, mein Fräulein.” Oz rubbed his beak against her cheek affectionately.
“Just making sure it’s okay for me to dissipate for the night.”
She reached up to scratch under his chin, one of his favourite spots.
Thinking back on the day, Oz had allowed that Surveyor to also do so as well. Quite an intriguing behaviour, given how only she and the Outworlder were allowed that privilege.
But now that the Surveyor had one of his Feathers, Fischl now had all the excuse she needed to get to know them officially.
The other reason she’d been so consumed with sexual desire lately had been watching Lisa and the Surveyor spend a night carnally indulging in one another, and silently catching the two having secret trysts in the Library.
Even if she only managed a single time with the Surveyor, she hoped it would be enough to satisfy the hunger that had been building in her since that night in Lisa’s laboratory.
Just thinking of it caused the pleasant heat she’d felt bloom into a fierce fire within her.
Noticeably fiercer than normal, as her clothes felt quite restrictive, as if her clothes were alive, touching and brushing against all her erogenous zones.
“Just make sure you respond if I call for you.” she asked weakly, as she headed to her bed, stripping as she went.
“Of course, mein Fräulein.” He replied as he dissipated, as Fischl began to passionately worship herself.
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Hours later, and the fire between her legs was still not quenched, the heat subsiding temporarily each orgasm, before raging through her body, setting her erogenous zones alight with need.
Her nipples ached from their constant abuse, her arms were cramping from the constant need to both toy with her clit while she clamped down on her fingers in place of a cock or one of the fake ones she vaguely recalled Lisa suggesting she look into, her legs now jelly from the unending need to masturbate and quench the fire with her own wetness.
This feels like I’ve been hit with too much Pyro and I’m overloading. But it’s never once been this…..sexual.
Trying to distract her mind from its need to cum, Fischl thought on what it could be.
As her body flipped itself so it could ride her hand to another orgasm, Fischl fought for what mental faculties she could, to figure out the source of what was now obviously Pyro passion raging through her system.
The day had been uneventful, beyond helping that gorgeous Surveyor. The Whopperflowers, apparently a new kind of mutant, hadn’t even managed to hit her, not with their throbbing vines, their energetic crystals that constantly generated unending stamina, their pulsating heads jiggling with sweet nectar she’d love to be plastered in.
She and the Surveyor had been careful not to make a mess of their collection of the Whopperflower’s fluids, and she’d put it into her pack with no issue.
As her orgasm tore through her, thats when she realized her mistake.
Thoughts stopped as this lazy yet brutal orgasm drained her, the fire still blaring, but not as overbearing.
THE HONEY!
She’d given the Guild the wrong vial. The honey she’d meant to have with dinner was what she’d given to the Guild.
She’d swallowed a hot load of pyro infused mutant nectar, known for causing fiery lust only a marathon of orgasms could slake.
Tiredly, she covered herself in her blanket, the material both a highly pleasant new sensation on her needy body and absolute torture of over-stimulation, her body at war with itself as Electro sensations warred with Pyro need.
Oz had seen her naked, and had seen her masturbating before.
It was a side effect of having a loyal familiar, especially early on when they’d been learning the boundaries.
But she didn’t want her beloved Oz to see her like this.
“Oz?”
Her shadow raven materialized by her bedside, in a sudden but brief zap of Electro energy.
“I’m here, mein Fräulein.” He stated, before taking in the odd way she was writhing under her blanket.
“Are you oka-?”
“Find me that Surveyor. Tell them…..mmmfff…..that the Vassal is needed to service their Prinzessin. NOW GO!” she commanded, as she felt her hand move limply down her body, struggling with what little control she had to ensure she didn’t reduce herself to a moaning mess while her beloved Oz watched.
Ever the loyal familiar, he dashed out of her window, just in time for her palm to rest against her clit, as her fingers began their sordid dance again.
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Finishing up the last spoonful of the borscht, I was surprised at how good a meal it was. The sour taste was different to what I was used to eating, but it felt like something worth having again, if I knew I had time off.
Standing up from my small desk, I went to the window of my place, and rested against it.
Thanks to what Lisa and Albedo had paid me, I now had a place overlooking Mona’s lab. Sometimes she saw me, and would invite me over, either to help with her work, for a nice meal, or a satisfying fuck.
It wasn’t daily, like we’d both agreed to.
But it was definitely often enough that I couldn’t help but be aroused by the prospect. I was tempted to do something to make her look up and notice me watching, but decided against it. She needed to focus on work, and needed the money.
And while I craved the idea of exploring her carnally, I could wait. It was always hotter when she initiated it.
Stepping back, I went to close the shutters, so I could finally sleep, and enjoy what was going to be my first true day off in a while.
No actual commissions, no surveyor jobs, no…….sex jobs.
I wasn’t sure if I was essentially just a whore for the Vision Bearers of Mondstadt or not, or someone they were happy to fund to ensure they had access to good sex, but it was good to not have that expectation hanging over me. As lucky as I was to have sex with a lot of stunning and unique individuals, I much prefer the weird hook up thing I had with Mona.
Pity fate had other priorities for my future, as a dark shadow blasted through my window, knocking me back and sending me flying on to my bed.
I laid on my bed stunned, not processing anything, as the shadow proceeded to land on my chest and make noises at me.
……noises that sounded suspiciously like words.
As I recovered from the shock, I realized the shadow was bird shaped.
One I was actually familiar with, and had worked with earlier today.
“Oz?” I managed, still a bit shocked from the raven’s sudden entrance.
“Mein Fräulein needs you.” The Raven anxiously stated, heading constantly moving as he looked at me, then back to the window, then back to me, repeating it every few minutes.
“Is she okay?”
Normally, I’d send Oz to someone who could actually help an Adventurer. While I could definitely support an Adventurer if necessary, Surveyors weren’t fighters, and no one expected it of us.
Yet Fischl had obviously sent Oz for me. Why?
The Raven stopped its fretting, and gave a kind of strangled squawk.
“She isn’t in mortal peril,” He paused a moment, “I think.”
Oz hopped off my chest, allowing me to sit up, but was now standing on my leg, looking up to me, obviously confused but concerned.
“She specifically needs your help right now.”
“Why?”
“I honestly don’t know. All she has done is eat some honey, and engage in acts only the Prinzessin may divulge.” the Raven replied cryptically.
Unlike his Master, Oz was well loved among the Guild, since he was the plain spoken one to Fischl’s poetic verbosity.
Yet here he was, hiding his words in flowery language.
Wait a second. Honey?
Ignoring how Oz was avoiding a topic, I asked him a new question.
“Was the ‘Honey’ in a small vial, like this?” I asked, emphasis on the word honey, as I went over to my bag, and rifled through my sampling kits for the extra samples of Pyro Whopperflower Nectar I had gotten for Lisa, Mona, and Albedo to study.
Even if it didn’t help with my situation, one of those three could do something with the strange syrup.
Oz pulsed with energy and light, in excitement.
“Yes! That looks exactly like what mein Fräulein has consumed!”
My stomach dropped.
This nectar was supposedly the eventual by-product of whatever had caused this ‘Seed’ to form within me.
Which means Fischl was being exposed to pure Pyro energy.
But unlike Amber, who was naturally resistant to Pyro, or me, who was ‘neutral’ to Elemental energy prior to that event, Fischl was an Electro Wielder. An Element that violently reacted with Pyro energy.
A lengthy tirade of various foul woods burst from my lips as I realized I wouldn’t be enjoying my day off tomorrow.
Grabbing a few bottles of Hydro-infused water (courteously supplied by Mona, given how she was the one who had sold me out to Albedo, to ensure I atleast wouldn’t hurt myself in my various ruttings of Vision Wielders), I opened the door to my room.
“Well, lead the way.” I sighed, gesturing to the shadow Raven to lead the way.