“Yes and no.” The pout faded, and she stopped wiggling, collapsing on to her bed, head resting in my lap.
“I require my vassal to fuck my brains out, to breed your Prinzessin so thoroughly to ensure my Royal Line is guaranteed….but….” She broke off, seemingly contemplating something.
“But?”
“But I’m not supposed to let that happen, atleast until She has had the chance to live the dream she long thought had past her by.” She breathed deep, as if a huge burden had been lessened.
But, this dork was forgetting one crucial detail.
I had no clue what the hell she was on about.
“Who is she?”I asked, utterly dumbfounded. In all my experiences with the Vision Wielders of Mondstadt, few had gone to such lengths to make an excuse to want to fuck me but deny them, despite how she technically had me pinned beneath her naked form.
The Prinzessin der Verurteilung seemed to shrink back into herself.
“Please, I beseech thee, I cannot reveal such clandestine details.” Her weak attempt at keeping her persona intact was not lost on me.
Based on how she was unconsciously rubbing against any bare patch of skin that came into contact with hers, the way said skin would flush pink and how her nipples were visible hardening the more she did so despite the strange pity act she was doing, meant she most likely wasn’t lying about the honey.
It had taken hours beneath the pure Pyro root network and ingesting infused slime before the effects had manifested in Amber and I, but given how Fischl had essentially eaten a refined end product version, it did make sense she would be feeling the effects within only a few hours.
However, unlike with Amber and I, who’d needed to fuck each other senseless for days while constantly having the Pyro energy constantly refresh itself, Fischl was probably past the worst of it.
And given that I’d treated her chafing with Mona’s special Hydro lube blend, it’d probably be okay for me to leave.
So that’s what I threatened!
“Well, I would not dare force someone of the Prinzessin’s stature to ruin her political alliances for a mere vassal.” I began my spiel, matching her acting with my own.
“And as thy faithful vassal, having done the job thou has required of me, I should take my leave and leave the Prinzessin to her…..worship.”
I made a mock effort to disentangle myself from her, to help sell the act.
That brought her out of her funk, as she suddenly made it very difficult to move, pushing against me and flailing.
“NO PLEASE I NEED YOU AND SO DOES AMY—“ She blurted out a name I hadn’t been expecting.
What did her sister have to do with this?
Realising what she’d let slip, Fischl went limp, the embarrassment written all over her face as tears threatened to ruin everything.
I was quick to soothe the poor girl, caressing her hair and doing what I could to calm her down.
As the tears receded, the Fischl mask broke, and I finally got a proper glimpse of the woman beneath.
“I promised you to Amy first.” She mumbled, avoiding eye contact.
“I’ve known of you for a while, but Amy got to meet you first. So I gave her needs priority over mine.”
Her tone was quiet, honest, none of the usual boisterous bravado to be seen.
She very much reminded me of her sister while she was like this. Her quiet tone was a seemingly perfect match for Amy’s, the way her twintails had come undone showed how she shared a very similar hairstyle to Amy, how her green eyes were the exact same shade of beautiful green….
As Fischl continued her story, my surveyor training kicked in, at the sheer unlikelihood of Fischl looking exactly like her sister.
It wasn’t impossible, since identical twins were a known phenomenon, but there would still be multiple differences, just due to life style.
Amy was a closeted heiress to adventuring parents, and Fischl was a well respected Investigator of the Guild.
As an adventurer, Fischl often came into contact with violent monsters and dangerous criminals, and as I could very noticeably see, her body bore those marks. She’d done a great job of looking after herself, considering most of them would be barely noticeable if not for how her skin was flushed with desire.
But Amy’s cushier lifestyle meant her skin would be more flawless, or atleast would not be as heavily marked as Fischl’s was……if I had actually seen it. Amy’s outfit covered a lot of skin, especially in comparison to the skin-tight and sheer nature of Fischl’s typical outfit, but we hadn’t done more than hang out, let alone seen her in a more lascivious setting where she would be inclined to show me what lay beneath her dress.
She’d definitely hinted she was inclined to wanting to, but we hadn’t gone that far yet.
“She needs a normal relationship with you,” Fischl pleaded, centring me back into what was currently happening and not calculating probabilities, “because she can’t even live through me, for my own relationships aren’t even working.”
Wait, she had sexual relationships?
It shouldn’t surprise me, given what Adventurers were like. Mondstadt was already pretty liberal with sexuality, a perk of living in a nation whose Archon embodied freedom, but not even the moronic nobles were as sexually active as the Adventurers. And I couldn’t blame them, given how they were often out in the wilderness alone together, constantly in situations that made it very easy to see your friends and allies in a different light.
“With who?”
“Huh?”
“You said Amy can’t live through you in your own relationships. Who do you have relationships with?” I wasn’t jealous. It would be hypocritical, given how many Vision Wielders I was regularly sexually engaged with.
But, given what my job was, I had an innate curiosity that needed to be quenched.
And I was ever so curious now.
Fischl shifted her gaze, an odd mix of shame and guilt shrouding her features.
“Depends on how you define a sexual relationship.”
I started to roll my eyes, but quickly caught myself.
This sort of coyness was common in those who were inexperienced, or hadn’t had many partners.
…not that I was judging her, given how only a few months ago, I was happily virginal too.
“Skin to skin, oral, or penetration?”
There was trauma here, I needed to not judge.
She relaxed, still refusing to look me in the eyes, but the feelings shrouding her lessened their impact upon her.
“For one, just some fooling around.” She quietly stated, a blush beginning to form. “Most we’ve done is mutually masturbation.”
Her gaze began to furtively dance side to side. “He’s afraid to do anything more, since he’s unnaturally unlucky. So he doesn’t want to hurt me, or get me pregnant accidentally. But he keeps pulling away…..” she quiet tone was almost a whisper, hurt evident in how the tears were threatening to come back.
I caressed her head again, using a movement I often found soothing when Lisa had caressed my own.
“That’s fair. If this unknown Beau is that unlucky, that’s a good mindset to have. Sex is a dangerous game for the average person, let alone those seemingly cursed with unluck.”
“That doesn’t change that it still hurts when he pulls away despite wanting it.” She sighed.
I leant forward and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
“Yup, that’s true.”
I kissed her to avoid the mental image of her mutually masturbating with someone, since given our situation, any arousal on my part would feed into hers, and we’d both end up fucking.
“What about the other one?”
Having seemingly liked the brief bit of affection I gave her, I must have blindsided her with how attentive I was being, because my question made her flinch.
“O-other one?” She asked nervously.
“You said ‘for one’. That would imply that there is atleast one more, as would the fact you said ‘relationships’.” I stated, emphasising the S at the end of relationships.
I might be dense, but I was working on it.
This time, fear and hurt were more evident.
“The other one…is too rough. We tried to do anal, but he would end up biting me and drawing blood, and got way too dominant in a way that was scary.” She whispered, beginning to shiver.
After pausing to collect herself, she continued.
“But Miss Lisa and Benn—my not partner are doing what they can to help deal with his more feral side, which is good!” She paused again, a different hurt in her tone.
“But it’s worse that I’m being excluded…”
I kept silent. Despite the sudden forays I’ve made into different types of relationships, I had yet to experience such turbid waters.
My ‘working’ relationship with Lisa came close, but as we were more experienced in how the world works, we knew to talk as soon as we could.
These were Fischl’s first forays into the tangled web that was social relationships, and unfortunately she’d ended up with the short stick, which also explained why she was sparing her sister of her troubles.
…it always came back to her sister, and this nagging feeling in my head.
With how much time I’d spent in and around Mondstadt lately, you’d think I would’ve seen the two sisters hanging out, or have heard rumors about the both of them. But now that I thought on it, any time either sister was mentioned; it was one or the other, and always in very appropriate settings.
Rarely any talk of Fischl at the Library, despite knowing for a fact she did spend time there, and the Adventurer’s Guild rarely spoke of Amy, despite their parents being rather well off Adventurers in their own right.
It was always Fischl, OR Amy; never Amy AND Fischl, which gave me an idea.
“So what exactly is the line between Amy getting me first, and what you’re allowed to do?”
“What?” My question broke her once again from her spiralling state.
Hook, line, and sinker.
“Well, you obviously care about how your sister feels,” I began, baiting the trap, “yet you still tried to seduce me. That would imply that there are things you believe we could do that wouldn’t hurt your sister.”
“I—uh—that’s not—ah—Ididntsayanythinglikethat…” She trailed off, a furious blush replacing her tears with her flustered attempt at backpedalling.
A good sign, as far as what I was attempting was concerned, since it would imply to me that while she did have negative feelings tied to her attempts at having sex. They weren’t a traumatic event I had to navigate, and something we could safely traverse without causing more problems.
“Except you told me that your rather lascivious acting earlier was only partially due to the libido-enhancing effects of the honey,” I couldn’t spring the trap just yet, not until she admitted it, “which means there was also conscious effort put into doing behaviours you thought would make a guy instantly fuck you silly.”
Watching her squirm while clearing being into how much I was blatantly reading her attempts at secretly seducing me was starting to get me hot and heavy, ‘The Seed’ slowly starting to do its job, rousing me into a mood Fischl had been eager for earlier.
“Well—you see—uh,” Fischl began, before slumping back down, her head now resting on my thigh, face deliciously close to my crotch, “….do I have to?”
“Yes.” I needed her to admit what she wanted, before ‘The Seed’ took control and made my intent clear. She needed to think her words were arousing me, and getting me into a mood she thought would allow her to have control.
“Mondstadt isn’t known for its monogamy, so as long as you can give me proof I won’t be hurting your sister, I’m not against helping you relieve the effects of the honey.”
If not for the fact I had good reason to think Fischl wasn’t telling me the full story about what her and Amy’s relationship was, I wouldn’t take such a risk with such absurd logic.
Fischl couldn’t ‘provide proof’ in her current situation, and she should realise that if I solely loved Amy, I wouldn’t do something carnal with her sister so easily, even if Mondstadt’s sexual culture was more casual.
“Well,” Fischl began, confirming what I’d been thinking, “so long as there isn’t any penetration, we should be fine….”
“So no oral?”
Fischl took a big gulp, as if she were deciding something.
“N-no. That would technically be penetration, even if she would be willing to overlook it.”
It was an odd distinction, but a logical one. Most people probably wouldn’t consider oral sex penetrative while they were in the mood or by what most people considered ‘penetrative’ sex, but it was still technically a penetration, even if it was more so for someone with a cock.
“So if I was to get between your legs and use your thighs to get myself off, Amy wouldn’t have any problems with that?”
‘The Seed’ was now awake, as lust-filled blood began to surge throughout me.
“That,” Fischl paused as my cock hardened against her face, before she took a deep breath and inhaled my scent, moaning as she did, “should be fine~.”
I placed my hands on her hips, as I slide down beneath her, releasing my cock in its full glory between her drenched thighs, angling my hips so my cock teased her aroused vaginal opening and clit on its way up through her thighs.
Given the way she moaned and shuddered as I did, that might have set off a small orgasm for the bound Prinzessin. With how she was bound, she could easily angle herself that hilting my cock deep within her was entirely possible, and if she still claimed this was the narcotic honey, that would be all she would be focusing on.
Amber and I kept our wits early on, but after a few orgasms we were slaves to our desires, nothing more than vessels for the bestial need to breed and fuck.
Yet she was letting me set the pace.
“And I guess kissing is out of the question too…” I trailed off as I slowly rubbed my cock against her now dripping pussy, finishing the verbal parts of my trap.
I didn’t need to keep going with setting her up, but I couldn’t help myself.
“Mmm~, why~?” Fischl moaned, her lips almost against my neck and seemingly having been about to kiss my flesh.
I angled my cock again, this time purposefully pushing against her dripping need in a way that’d slightly part her hungry lips before pushing out. I had to do this sparingly, if I wanted to keep control.
‘The Seed’ only cared for rutting and breeding, and while I kept a majority of control until my first orgasm, having my cock buried hilt deep in a needy pussy was a sure-fire why to cum.
“ Because that’s a very intimate act, I figured you’d want me to kiss her long before you’d kiss me, especially if I was in the process of helping you cum. An orgasm with kissing would be just as intimate as actually filling you with my cock, don’t you think?”
From what I could tell, both Amy and Fischl craved intimacy, rather desperately. And once lust set in and flooded your body with desire, that specific desire often came on strong.
This is how I would get her to tell me the truth.
Strangely though, her own mask fell back in place.
“Once thy has faithfully anointed their beloved Prinzessin with their taboo, the Vassal’s duties and priorities will need to be re-examined.” She blatantly ignored what I asked, rubbing her cheek against my neck.
If this is how she wants to play this, I can play too.
“As thy Vassal, why would my beloved Prinzessin abuse her unholy authority to steal the burgeoning flower of thine own’s bloods first liaison?”
I moved one hand on to her hip, to properly hold her against me as I thrusted my cock between her thighs, using my other hand to grope her smaller breast.
While I very much enjoy the larger chests of the women I had become really intimate with lately, the way I could easily fit the delicious bundle of nerves and fat easily within my hand was a nice change.
“B-because your Prinzessin is in need of a Concubine, and the Magus-Custodian was right to suggest thee~.” She was trying hard to rub herself against my cock, but I held her firmly in place. Given the crazy pace she was going at, she’d end up accidentally causing me to fill her with cock, and it would be accidental, because there was no effort made at the peak of her rubbing to push forward and angle me inside her.
And I wouldn’t be able to know if it was the honey or not unless she purposefully tried or begged for it, and she wasn’t.
…wait, Magus-Custodian? That was an odd title.
There were plenty of mages in Mondstadt, but which of them would also be considered a Custodian?
Mona wasn’t likely, since she was very obviously an Astrologer first and foremost.
Sucrose wasn’t likely either, since she was very clearly an avid researcher.
…that just left Lisa. Of course it was Lisa; it just made too much sense.
She had been the one directly involved in the start of my relationship with Amy, so of course she had also directed Fischl’s attention my way.
“So my righteous Prinzessin would slight her sister’s honor so?”
I was getting close, so I needed to make her state the truth I’d figured out.
“How would thy’s Prinzessin besmirch her own honor? My sister and I are one in mind, body and soul, and thus her desires are mi—“ She moaned before stopping, realising what she had admitted.
Since I was one of the few people who could easily translate the archaic Noblespeak, she couldn’t hide behind me not understanding, and she knew it.
“I’m glad you finally told me.” I grunted, as I held her hips down and thirsted one last time, angling my cock to again tease her vaginal lips and clit, before thrusting my full length past what I truly desired, and erupted all over her.
Ever since Lisa had toyed with me, the amount of cum I could generate is ridiculous. And while my volume had calmed down a tad since, it seemed I would now always cum such an amount that my partners would either be utterly drench in cum, or be so filled that if not for the effects of their Visions, I would be guaranteed to breed them.
The first rope splattered between her breasts.
The second drenched her stomach, and was less rope and more a short deluge of thick jelly.
The third, however, was powered by one last thrust between her thighs, and covered her face, her breathing becoming ragged as she quickly raced to her own orgasm, despite the shame she was probably feeling.
As I pulled back and pressed my still cumming cock against the hole I truly wished to sully, the pulses of cum against her needy pussy rushing her faster to her orgasm than she expected, as she writhed with what little freedom her restraints allowed her, her almost soundless moan filling me with the need to hear more of it.
After a while of us catching our breaths, recovering from our respective orgasms, ‘Fischl’ broke the silence, hey mask crumbling away as she spoke, her quiet tone speaking volumes.
“When did you find out?”
“I figured out tonight, as we talked.” I sighed, before reaching up to start releasing her restraints.
“Plus, how you were faking the effects of the honey made it easier to realise it all.” I managed to release one arm, before extricating myself from her cum-drench body.
“How?” She began to carefully flex her arm, ensuring I hadn’t messed up her restraints.
I stopped my attempt at releasing her other arm, and gave her a rather pointed look.
“I got to experience the original dosage, for a week straight.” The annoyance in my tone was evident.
“You weren’t cum hungry woman begging me to breed you, THAT’S how I knew you’d already worked out most of the honey.”
I gestured to where my equipment was. “And that medicine I used on you, helped alleviate the rest of it.”
A red blush attempted to break through the cum glaze. “O-oh, right. Of course.”
When I freed her other arm, she flexed it too, using her previously free hand to rub her arms and help ensure her circulation was fine.
More silence as I moved to her slender legs, and began working on those knots.
I stopped, and sighed.
“Sorry, for the attitude. While you Vision Wielders can purge the effects,” I gestured to the pyro runes beginning to flare to life along my recovering cock, “I can’t. So please, don’t act like I don’t know how this stuff works.”
Seemingly contrite, Fischl sat quietly as I finished undoing her restraints. Having freed her, I sat beside her, breathing deep, doing what I could to control myself. If I left now, I could make it to Mona’s, or the Favonious Head-
“How do you……‘purge’ it, if it’s different for you?” Fischl had angled herself besides me, and was failing at not intently staring at my erect cock.
Given who had directed Fischl my way, I atleast could answer that in a way that would let her realise why I was being very careful with my self control. It was all I could to not blatantly leer at her pale legs, a strip at the top of her left thigh slightly less pale then the rest of her slender legs, drawing attention towards her crotch, her pussy thankfully out of sight for just seeing her dripping pussy would be enough to give ‘The Seed’ control.
“I’m assuming there was a way Lisa made you….aware of my predicament?”
“…yeah. It may have been what convinced your Prinzessin to make thee her Concubine.” It was amazing how quickly that mask fixed itself, to protect her. But what she said broke my visual drinking of the beauty laid before me, centring me back into the moment.
…..wait, just a concubine?
“I don’t even get to be your Consort?” I scoffed, amazed at how she had seen what I could do, and all I got to be in her amazing fantasy was concubine.
“….I thought it was hotter that way.”
“What?” I coughed, taken aback. It was just my sort of absurd luck that Fischl was just a much of a dork as I was, because the way she was bluntly stating her desire made it easier to keep ‘The Seed’ in check, if only for a few moments more.
“I can’t keep you to myself,” she whispered, “A Consort is ours’ alone…”
I couldn’t argue that logic, so I didn’t even try, and as my eyes tried t stray to the naked Prinzessin beside me, I focused on who I could get to that would be willing to help me control ‘The Seed’. The Headquarters of the Knights would be pushing what I could handle, but Mona’s was right by my place, and she didn’t have any big projects at the mom—
My thoughts were interrupted by Fischl’s hand, tentatively settling on my lap. Her gazed is fixated on my cock, even as she her eyes darted away to try and look me in mine.
“Your Prinzessin would seek to reward thee, and lavish praise upon thine fine sceptre…”
Given how the skin beneath her fingers were almost burning with desire for the dark archer, it was all I could to not grasp her by her wrists and throw her back on the bed and devour the Prinzessin.
“And while your humble Concubine desires whatever the Prinzessin could offer, he is promised to another first.”
Her fantasy was for our first ‘true’ time to be Amy and I, and that was what I wanted as well.
…we could feed her kinky Prinzessin mask later once we knew how she felt about everything.
The dark archer was quick to strike, almost knocking me off the edge of the bed in her attempt to quickly get into position on her knees in front of me.
“Please, be gentle.” Amy quietly begged, as she began to kiss my crown.