Mounting the malignant wyrm as it lay restrained on its back, the Sovereign of Dreams began her assault, verbal stabs and jabs wearing at its shadowy flesh until the flame of resistance in its’ eyes withered until but a mere ember.
Confident in her taming of the unruly wyrm, she took her time riding it, her own inexperience becoming evident as the embers in its eye began to flare, testing the restraints as the Sovereign lost herself in her first time.
With one successful move, the wyrm turned the tables, plunging its poisonous phallus deep and rendering the Sovereign weak to its touch.
Filling her quivering hole with its virulent seed, it flipped her over, an–
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The harsh glare of the noonday sun brought Mona crashing back to reality, chasing away the strange yet erotic dream she’d had.
She was laying face down, her face turned just enough to the side that she could actually breath but also allowing her traitorous eye to be in position to be bisect by the offending sunray.
As reality asserted itself in place of the dream logic currently forcing amazing chemicals through her blood, she pulled the hand she was apparently lying on top of out of her dripping pussy, the wet sensation being pulled along with her hand as she realised just how horny the dream had made her.
She rolled the offending digits together, feeling just how thick her own secretions were.
It had been a very busy few weeks, and she hadn’t had much time for physical pleasures, of either the solo or mutually assured variety.
She rolled over, and considered her options, using her other hand to summon a light bit of hydromagy to knock the curtain in such a way the offending sunbeam no longer would trouble her.
Her fingers has felt nice, but given the contents of her weirdly horny dream, she wouldn’t be able to get off in a way that satisfied her.
The Hydro tendril technique she’d developed so she could specifically avoid searching out partners would’ve been her go-to choice a few months ago, the spell allowing her to fill herself to the exact degree she wanted, and in whatever shape she wanted. She even considered making an exact replica of the monstrous yet appealing dragon cock she’d just dreamt of.
But as she considered that option, her loins quivered and clenched in a way that only a certain individual had been able to make her feel, and as she considered the idea of having that fate-obscuring cock, the fire in her veins flared up to an unbearable degree, her breathing becoming ragged as she almost orgasmed at just the idea of having that cock fill her with cum.
However, the Surveyor would be working right now, and probably wouldn’t be home for a few hours.
“I’m fucking their brains out tonight.” Mona muttered to herself, before pulling her from her cozy mess of a bed, and dunking her head in the cool water of the basic nearby.
The cold helped cool her off, enough that she could atleast leash her lust until tonight.
Putting on a light shawl and no underwear as she’d just be making a mess of it until she decided to clean her arousal, Mona went downstairs to her laboratory.
She wasn’t one to normally walk around her lab in such a state, but she had a vague idea of a plan as her figure began to ebb throughout it. She wanted her Surveyor to get subtle hints of just how long she’d wanted them throughout the day, and considering just how wet she still was, her hypersensitive-to-lust Surveyor would definitely pick up on all the sexual smells she was emitting.
She could also just pull them in the door and rip their belt off, but she was feeling a tad over-dramatic. If not for the fact her Surveyor was as sensitive to any physical evidence of lust as they were, she never would’ve thought of this absurd and somewhat perverse way of seduction or even given it consideration. Being a Hydro Mage, she was proud of the fact she could quite easily keep a clean appearance.
As she flowed aimlessly through her lab, she was of the belief she wouldn’t try this again. Mona was happy to give most things a try once, and the idea of arousing her partner with just the smell of her need was a powerful erotic image in her mind, but as she began to realise just how much aimless listing was required as she listed aimlessly for something so minor.
The ideas our brains come up with when aroused. Honestly…
Her musings were shaken, as someone knocked on her laboratory door. She couldn’t recall if she’d been expecting anyone, and the vague haze of what her plans might’ve been was obscured by her damnable lust.
Mona considered running up the stairs, but there was no way she could sneak up her staircase without causing more problems for herself.
….and there was a chance her paramour was done early for the day. It was rare, given how the “Scouts” who often ran into who she craved loved to use the freedom being out in the wilds afforded them to use her Surveyor to their hearts content, but it had happened.
And as with how it clouded her typically precise memory, her lust muddied her judgement.
Moving towards the door, she flooded her shawl with Hydro, the fine dust she extracted serving to make a temporary opaque water skin she could wear while she answered the door.
Of the sort known for an ostentatious entrance, Mona was shocked to see the usually resplendent Fischl donning a plain cloak, panting with exhaustion, doing what she could to seem inconspicuous, which in itself made her stand out even more than she normally would.
The sight of her close friend made her forget her current state of dress, and she opened the door as she would normally.
Oz, her beloved Raven, was fretting about, in a way Mona knew meant the familiar was worried about something.
“To what do I owe the pleasure, your Majesty?”
“I seek refuge, Lady Megistus.” She panted, before finally catching her breath.
…which meant a high likelihood of her acting was due. Mona loved her close friend, but even she wished Fischl would drop the playacting when it was just the two of them.
It had been her own fault for doing along with it, when she’d first probed into Fischl’s and seen her Truth, she’d felt so sorry for the laughing fit that had overtaken her, she’d felt obligated to do what she could to get the young maiden to not inquire any further…which had meant going along with her playacting.
“…if I may ask, why?” Mona hesitated, sinking back behind her door.
She’d entertained the idea of getting closer to the adventurer, for despite her quirks she was quite intelligent and had remarkable intuition, but when she’d seen how ‘experienced’ she was, Mona had decided to wait. The young maiden would eventually want to experience what she offered, but she had a path to tread first.
So until Mona knew where she was along that path, she didn’t want to send signals she wasn’t ready for Fischl to misinterpret.
She relished what she’d seen of when Fischl would misinterpret said signals.
“Too many would bear witness to a throne breaking secret. Nay, we must….” She paused, catching her breath.
Mona noticed she was leaning back slightly in such a way as if she was holding something heavy against her stomach, before Fischl sighed and dropped the acting, “Discuss this privately.”
Mona suddenly realised that if not for her improvised waterskin, she was standing stark naked for all of Mondstadt to see. She once again thanked the stars that her lab was in a less busy part of the city and that all her neighbours worked for the Adventurer’s Guild, who started the day long before the Sun even graced the city’s walls.
She huddled behind her door now, only her face visible as she shielded herself with it, barring entry to all but the most aggressive or oblivious entrants.
….of which Fischl was determined to show both traits.
If not for the fact something was causing Fischl distress, the young Adventurer would easily be able to push through Mona’s door, as she was want to do on a normal visit.
But her feeble attempt to muscle her way through Mona’s door was startling, especially given the desperate tears that had begun to flow.
“Please Mona, I need your help. You’re the only one I can turn to….” She paused and pulled back her cloak, revealing her problem, “in regards to whatever is happening.”
Mona’s jaw dropped as she saw Fischl’s swollen and distended stomach, as if she was in her later terms of pregnancy.
But that didn’t make sense. She’d seen Fischl a week ago, and the young girl had been svelte, and her sexual history was still honest mistakes that hadn’t even produced the chance for something like this.
Archons be damned, she’d even seen the almost traumatic failed attempts at sexual intimacy she’d attempted with her fellow adventurers. It was a big reason why she was happy to wait for Fischl to come to her later in her life, after she would process everything and deal with it in a way that would allow her to safely enjoy the process again.
She kept staring at the impossible state of Fischl’s body, something beginning to bother Mona.
She wasn’t an expert in anatomy, given her expertise was Fate and The Stars, but she was close with enough mages and scholars and other enlightened types to have a decent grasp on it, especially given how pregnancy was a potential obstacle in her future.
The ‘shape’ of Fischl’s stomach was wrong, in a very subtle way. From what she could recall, a woman who was this late in development, her stomach typically bloated outwards in a more spherical way, their breathing noticeably affected due to her innards being pushed around and into the space her lungs occupied, their breasts noticeably fuller, the tired ache of gestating new life evident in all their mannerisms and movements.
Yet Fischl’s stomach bloated in a more oblong way, the ‘thing’ inside her noticeably affecting her breathing that the renowned Investigator was struggling to breathe, her smaller breasts noticeably unchanged, the tiredness she was showing was very much that of a normally energetic person suddenly experiencing a constant pain they weren’t used to.
What could’ve caused this to happen within a week? Mona mused, very concerned for her friend.
She now understood her urgency, given how she looked. Between her eccentricities and who her parents were, something sudden like this would cause ripples throughout Mondstadt, and would utterly change the life of the ‘Prinzessin der Verurteilung’.
Fischl feebly pushed against the door again.
“Mona. I need you.”
However, she needed information first. Given how it had only been a week since she’d seen her close friend, it meant that sometime in that week, someone had taken advantage of the young maiden.
“First, tell me one thing: who did this to you?”
She needed to know if this was to be a covert thing she and Fischl dealt with privately, or if she needed to bring the Knights in for an arrest.
While this was no longer the time of the Aristocrats and their wanton abuse of power over the people, they still like to challenge the status quo of the city. Given what she’d heard from the Favonius Librarian and the Chief Alchemist, most things they did were of little note. But Fischl was high profile individual within the city, connected with a lot of people and organisations that had helped topple the corrupt fools.
Only those fools would think of such a disgusting and degenerate-
Fischl’s tone changed in a way that was just as concerning as Mona’s train of thought had been.
“Some would-be malefactor seeks to lay claim to my dark divine right.”
If not for the fact Fischl had such a rapturous smile when she said the word ‘malefactor’, Mona would’ve been concerned for her close friend.
She clearly loved and adored whoever had done……this to her.
Unsure of what to do, Mona opened her door wider, allowing Fischl entry.
“Well, whatever plans I had today can wait, we should deal with…” Mona stared at Fischl’s bloated stomach, the words failing to coalesce like stars on a cloudy night, “this, and you should tell me more about this ‘malefactor’.”
She offered her hand, which Fischl was quick to take, so Mona guided the poor maiden in quickly.
While her area of Mondstadt was more inconspicuous, that didn’t mean people weren’t watching.
As she brought Fischl into her lab and closed the door behind her, she noticed her hand was almost burning; the heat Fischl was radiating was absurd for someone like her. She knew Pyro wielders could run real hot, but Fischl wielded Electro, an element known for ‘running cold’ in comparison to Pyro.
…in fact, she’d only known one other person who ran this hot.
Her suspicions were confirmed when, as she got Fischl into a seat and pulled her hand away, a dark trail of energy raced up her arm and caused her lustful aching to intensify, her nipples hardening as it raced past her chest and down into her core, her pussy beginning to throb with want.
Only her Surveyor had this effect on people.
“We need to talk about your new Surveyor friend.” Mona began to eye Fischl’s stomach again, a new concern dredging itself up from the unfathomable depths of her mind.
She’d had quite a lot of sex with her Surveyor. So had both of the Reconnaissance Knights, and Lisa, and she knew Albedo and Sucrose had accelerated their private project thanks to her Surveyor.
Yet no one had had this happen. This was the sort of thing someone would’ve mentioned before now.
Fischl eyes widened, delighted that Mona knew who her ‘malefactor’ was.
“As expected of my Court Mage! My Concubine would already be known to thee.”
Mona had to give the girl credit. Only someone of her mental fortitude could so easily swing between intense emotions about this situation.
“They were my…friend first.”
Until she knew how to break through the static scrying the Surveyor’s future caused, she refused to admit to anyone she wanted to claim them for herself. Or atleast claim priority, since until the Surveyor’s own problem was dealt with, it was an impossible thing to ask of them to be monogamous.
Plus, Mona didn’t exactly mind the idea of sharing them. Again, so long as she was a priority.
“As your Lord and Lady, I give you free reign in how you are want to use them, for I trust you.” Fischl stated, a noticeable blush spreading across her feature.
“For while they may be my First, I do not yet wield the Authority as to claim them as solely mine, and I am not a fool as to think I can.”
Mona decided to lay her cards out on the table.
“Look, you aren’t the only person to fuck them, and you won’t be the last.” She pointed at Fischl’s stomach, which now that she was comfortably seated, she was adoringly stroking.
“However, you are the first person that has happened to. Didn’t Lisa tell you how to activate your Vision’s failsafes?”
Fischl’s ministrations stopped.
“My Vision’s what?”
A tension headache began to build behind Mona’s eyes. Lisa should’ve been the one to help Fischl kickstart that aspect of her Vision.
It needed to be a lover, or someone of a resonate Vision.
And given that Fischl’s forays into sex had never resulted in a lover, Lisa had been her only option.
“Vision wielders can attune their bodies to their vision, in such a way that it can inherently protect the body from….unwanted advances. It’s not perfect, but nothing short of an Archon can counter it once your body knows how to channel the energy.”
Atleast that was how Mona understood it, given there were eight different visions resonating with roughly eight different archons who had eight different convictions. Short of having all of the Archons together and finally explain how and what a Vision was, this was the best she had surmised.
“Is this why Im….tingling, down there?” Fischl was refusing to look her in the eyes.
For someone who had been a virgin prior to the marathon that was sex with her Surveyor, Fischl still very much acted the part, despite how salacious her future had been.
“….I need to see. Let me get you on to the table.” This whole situation was bizarre, but thankfully, unlike her area of expertise, this situation could be figured out by physical examination.
Either Fischl’s pussy would be a swirling maelstrom of Electro, or it wouldn’t. And while she was doubtful of what she’d find, maybe she would find some evidence as to what now lay in her friend’s belly.
Fischl froze, as she realised what Mona wanted her to do, the blush deepening on her pale skin. Mona, with a level of patience that would impress even the Geo Archon, somehow didn’t roll her eyes.
The virginal maiden ran around the country in lingerie, and had often come to Mona in various states of almost nudity from commissions that had gone awry.
She’d just confessed she’d had sex with her Surveyor. How could she somehow still feel shame about someone seeing her in a sexual way?
Fischl took a deep sigh, having decided upon something.
“I’d hoped our first tryst wouldn’t be under such trying circumstances, but alas.”
Despite having only said to mount the table, Fischl was quick to disrobe, laying her soft dark cloak as a blanket on the table, before hosting herself up, albeit with some difficulty.
Wait, she had already been planning our first time?
As Mona turned to face her patient, Fischl’s eye was glowing red with energy, staring at her with an intensity she’d never seen before.
Fischl parted her legs, and the purple glow betwixt her thighs also drew her attention.
“Oh Doctor, be gentle~.”