Oz led me to the secret lair of our shared Prinzessin, a secret little getaway in the richer area of Mondstadt. It wasn’t quite in the area the Nobles claimed as theirs, but it was one of the buildings that sat perfectly between both the Cathedral and the Adventurer’s.
Did she choose to be this close to the Cathedral for her ‘dark designs’, or just as a practical matter for work?
Oz motioned to the door, so I knocked.
“Mein Prinzessin, your humble servant would ask of thee an audience,” I faltered, trying to find the right Fischl-version of what I needed to say, “as thine beloved Oz has indicated thy health is poor.”
I already struggled with the Noble speak Eula was teaching me, and the archaic yet flowery form Fischl loved was even more obtuse at times.
A moment passed, and then we could hear movement behind the door.
The handle rattled, and electro energy sparked off it, before a CLICK! Announced the unlocking of the door.
“I grant thee entry.” a weak command, one lacking all the bravado and bluster I had come to expect from the Prinzessin der Verurteilung nowhere to be heard, beckoned me to enter her domain.
That alone worried me, for even when the façade dropped, there was still a nervous energy to her words, not this tired and reserved tone, Oz dissipated as I pushed open the door, having seemingly served his purpose.
Contrary to what I was expecting from a richer neighbourhood and for what I would expect of the room where Fischl rested, it was a rather simple room.
A desk and evidence board dominated one corner, which made sense given how she was renowned in the Guild for her investigative ability, the window on the sun-facing side of the building, and a simple lounge on the other side of the room beneath the other window.
In the middle of the room, separating her work space and her relaxation space was her bed, and the Prinzessin herself, draped in her blankets, shivering.
“Are you okay?” I asked, dropping the façade and going straight into medical assessment.
It wasn’t a cold night, so the way she was shivering worried me, especially since Oz, while obviously being worried about his master, wasn’t that worried about her. And given how much Oz loved his fräulein, he would probably reacted with the right amount of emotion.
So what was causing it? She’d been fine when we’d parted earlier, and she hadn’t sustained any noticeable wounds.
“….ee…..ou.” a quiet response, followed by silence.
Her shrouded form not even turning to look at me, the shivering intensifying the closer I got to her.
I knelt in front of her, and look up into the small gap in the sheet covering her, and the shivering stop instantly.
“Hmm?”
She was starting to sway slightly.
“I need you~.” Fischl moaned, as she pitched forward, pushing me to the floor as the sheet covering her naked form fell, revealing her splendour to me.
Her skin was flushed red, her face overcome with desperate need as she took deep breathes.
As I took in her form, that was when I noticed just how sexually aroused she was. From my limited experienced, nipples only turned that shade of red when they had been overly stimulated and pinched.
Mona’s tended to be a darker pink when we needed the soothing lotions we’d created, but it definitely seemed similar.
And between how she was rubbing her engorged pussy against my legs and how obviously desperate she was, the fact that there was only a small wet patch forming where her pussy rubbed against me was alarming.
Mona, being a Hydro wielder, had never had this problem, but she’d specifically set out to help me make the hydro-infused lotions and potions I’d brought for anyone else in case we overstimulated my ‘other’ self, since hours of constantly fucking a pyro-infused cock tended to dry people out. For a lot of them, the amount of cum I generated seemed to work as lube, but being the brilliant Mage she was, Mona had decided it was worth having an avenue ready if needed.
And it apparently was needed.
“I’m flattered, but-” she was quick to silence me with a finger to my lips, as she leant forward took a deep breath of me, her head starting from the crook of my neck before breaking away near the top of my head.
“My Dark Concubine, for an eternity I have craved your seed, for this fertile grounds are ready for thee to plunder~.” She moaned, a hand fumbling with my trousers to get at my hardening cock.
Taking a deep breath, I collected myself and proceeded to lift the lithe lass off, earning another moan as she was pressed into me, as I held her close to me as I began to stand up.
“How bold of thee.” She whispered in my ear, trying everything she could to sound seductive.
“But if thou wish to take me so boldly, I would happily acquiesce for thee to bounce me atop thine’s chanticleer.”
I almost dropped her when she said chanticleer given the sheer absurdity of the word, before deciding to commit to the idea and carefully laying her on the bed, using one hand to restrain her arms above her head.
Reaching into my pouch, I popped the cork from one of my lotion vials, and dipped it into the special lotion, the hydro-energy leeching into my skin. It was a strange effect both Albedo and Mona had noticed when I’d helped them experiment with elemental creations, of watching energy be leeched away into my body. Minor leeching was normal for people who didn’t wield visions, but the strength of mine was stronger.
I couldn’t manipulate said energy, or redirect it from its source, and we still hadn’t quite figured out where it went or how my body purged it. Mona didn’t have many answers, since her specialty laid elsewhere and my ‘fate’ often messed with her magecraft.
And Albedo was always too busy whenever the subject was broached.
Thankfully, Mona and I had brewed these potions with that in mind, and by the time I applied it to Fischl’s tender flesh, it would have the right level of potency to soothe her.
In theory.
I was quick to liberally apply the lotions to her nipples and breast, earning soft moans of relief as the cool lotion smeared on to her skin and began to absorb into her.
As I began to gingerly apply it to her engorged pussy, the lust finally dropped from her eyes, and her resistance against my grip slackened and stopped.
“Restrain me, vassal, before the hunger returns.” She pleaded, tears forming in her eyes.
“I don’t have anything besides my lotions?” I stated, just confused at the sudden change in her demeanour.
Definitely still Fischl, more like the Fischl I had come to know. Not the cock hungry vixen that a lot of women who ended up being with me seemed to become.
She reached for the top of the bed post, and gripped it hard, her hands straining against conflicting desires.
“Beneath my bed, there’s a hidden pouch.” She was dropping the act, which is how dire what was happening must be. From what I’d known of the young woman, she only dropped the act when safe, flustered, or time was of the essence. “Inside are silk ropes.”
“Why do you have silk ropes?” She reminded me of Amy, from the Library
“Just shut up and restrain me!” She spat, pain at containing something desperate to be unleashed colouring her voice, as she began to writhe on the bed.
I complied. Until I knew what was wrong with her, I didn’t really have much of an option. And Fischl had a public persona that needed protection, and letting her roam in that sort of state would ruin any future she had in Mondstadt.
The knots Eula and Amber taught me to help keep potential threats secure were quite useful in restraining a lustdrunk adventurer.
I stole quick glances along her wrists and elbows, looking for injection marks. From what I knew of her reputation, she wasn’t the sort to be into narcotics, but I didn’t know her well enough to guarantee what I’d heard.
There was also a chance she might’ve been pricked by something poisonous, or picked up a parasite. We still didn’t know what effect those mutant Whopperflowers had on their surroundings, so I needed to ensure there weren’t any hidden wounds.
…which mean I would still need the rest of her body, especially anywhere hairy. Hair had a bad habit of being a hiding place for particularly tiny dangers, and was often the last place healers checked.
And given what I could see of her naked body, there were only a few spots to check….one of which was causing the current conundrum of figuring out how to treat this lustdrunk woman.
“Will that do?”
“You’ve done this before~.” Fischl purred, playfully straining against the ropes.
“I haven’t, actually.” A white lie, since I’d had to practice on both Amber and Eula, but said practice never went sexual, oddly enough.
While Amber was a bratty bottom when it came to sex, Eula preferred verbal control over her, and the two never once showed interest in sexually restraining each other. They didn’t seem to mind when I was restrained, but I’d long since accepted I was just a cock with a decent personality to those two.
Being sex friends with the two of them was never dull atleast, given the survival training I was getting out of it.
“Liar.” Fischl teased, trying to seductively writhe but failing to do so, less seduction and more just sticking her breasts out at odd angles.
If her figure were more endowed, she might’ve pulled it off, since Eula or Lisa could make it work given their fuller figures.
But Fischl was more on the lithe side, and despite how she was acting, didn’t seem to actually know how to play to her strengths.
“But given the obvious longing rising to greet me, thou should ravage me as thy see fit.”
I rolled my eyes.
I had to give her credit; the inventive ways she could talk about my cock without saying it were quite creative.
“No, m’lady. While desire does burn within me, I am no slave to it.”
Another lie, but one I was telling myself. Whatever ‘The Seed’ was within me, I still hadn’t quite mastered it. And until I had full control over the way it forced my desires to run wild, I was it’s slave.
“Liar.” A quiet and saddened accusation.
It sounded like Fischl’s voice, but she was still writhing, so the tone didn’t match.
“In any case, Oz hath bade my services, and thus I must soothe our Prinzessin’s torment.” I knelt beside the young woman, and began to apply pressure into her armpit, gently but firm. The sparse blonde hair made it hard to see anything with the way she was writhing, but a quick push on the area would give me some answers.
Swelling would mean an infection, which could mean any number of things, from infection to parasites to sickness.
Any harden points could be a healed wound from a cut or injection, and there was an ever so slight chance I might be able to smell blood, loathe as I was to smell any odour from a person’s armpits. While the books Lisa had leant me seemed to indicate people could be sexually arouse from scent, it was definitely not my thing.
None of these were fool proof methods, but given how uncooperative my patient was at this moment, it was all I could manage until it worked its way out of her system.
“What kind of play has mine concubine decided on~?” Fischl purred, doing what she could to draw my attention to her chest, her back almost painful arching in how she was struggling to contort herself.
While hers were lovely, my ‘Seed’ persona had been spoiled with Eula and Lisa, and it seemed to only take control when a bountiful chest was on offer. That’s was the only thing that made sense.
“The kind where I ensure you’re okay.” I muttered under my breath, as I found no evidence of anything besides sweat in her armpits.
It was mildly concerning, since that meant the likely culprit was narcotics, but I still had to check her head and pubic hair.
As my hands reached for Fischl’s head, she started to lustfully pull herself into my grasp, only to immediately slacken upon doing so. At the cessation of her movements, I paused, as she carefully nuzzled into my open hand, the feverish movements calming and making her more manageable.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, I slipped myself into the space behind her head, allowing me to properly check her scalp.
…and ensuring I would be in no position to see the golden treasure between her legs.
The only thing that seemed to always ensure the ‘Seed’ Persona took control without someone directly grasping my cock was seeing a woman’s pussy in desperate need of another’s touch.
The strangely calm yet visibly aroused Fischl enabled me to quickly scan her scalp for any abnormalities, of which I found none.
No wounds, marks, or traces of small bugs or parasites.
What was causing this?
“As pleasing as thou’s massage of my crown is, would thou please feed me thy’s burgeoning Crown, or atleast give me the pleasure of being one’s seedbed of lust?”
This sexual command was more subdued, almost demure. An innocent request, betrayed by the way her thighs were rubbing together.
“How about you tell me what you took instead?” I jabbed back, tired of the whole scenario.
My lust was building to the point where it was becoming a struggle to maintain a sane façade. Questioning her was the only other recourse I had, that didn’t involve me touching the one place that would cause my control to slip, and give in to depravity.
The very controlled nuzzling of my hand froze, almost instantly.
“W-w-what do you mean?” an oddly toned reply, the previously lusty Fischl who had done all she could to use whatever she could to distract me, was now actively trying to avoid my gaze.
Thankfully, the foolish adventurer had trapped herself willing.
Enclosing my hands around her skull, I calmly and carefully adjusted her head so it was now locked in position, looking up at the ceiling, which I calmly and carefully forced myself into, refusing to give her any freedom and forcing her to look straight into my unimpressed glare.
“What.” My tone turned menacing. “Did. You. Take?”
There wasn’t exactly much I could do to a Vision Wielder, against their will. Even though she was restrained, she could easily summon Oz to help her, or use her Electro abilities to free herself. Despite how I had restrained her, she still held all the control.
But, besides the sudden increase in sweating, she wasn’t trying to escape.
“N-Nothing.” She lied, despair in her eyes evident at how obviously bad her lie was.
I took a deep breath, and calmed myself. Despite her edgy appearance, Fischl seemed the sort to be rather straight laced, so she probably didn’t like the idea of having her image ruined by knowledge of her having taken narcotics.
“I don’t care what you took; I just need to know if it’s something I need to treat.” I began to pat her head, in a way that I’d found soothing when younger.
“…ney.”
“What was that?”
“…honey.”
Honey? What sort of honey caused this?
As the thought crossed my mind, something glinted from across the room, almost perfectly sitting out of sight beneath her desk.
A glass vial. An Adventurer’s Guild Standard issue specimen collection glass vial.
…….the exact sort of vial we’d used earlier today, to collect pollen samples from the mutant Whopperflowers.
The exact same pollen that had been so thick, it had oozed like honey.
…or cum, given how they supposedly came from the same root network that had irrevocably changed my life.
“…..seriously?” I groaned.
“I didn’t mean to!” She sulked, face puffing out as she pouted.
“I just…mixed it up with some honey I got from the Good Hunter…” she mumbled, the pout so adorable it almost made me consider not scolding her.
“You mean the large, hexagonal bottles with the fancy bee filigree they only give out to trusted clients that are noticeably larger than our circular sample vials?”
If not for the fact she was restrained atop me and I knew she couldn’t actually do so, she seemed to shrink into herself.
“…yes.” she mumbled, her pout unsure if it wanted to go into wounded pride or stubborn defeat.
“So this lecherous behaviour was all an act?”