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lovesickeros · 5 months

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☆ even the gods bleed [ pt 4 ]

{☆} characters arlecchino, furina, lyney {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood {☆} word count 3.7k {☆} previous [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ]

Fontaine was bathed in darkness, not even the moon daring to illuminate where the common man fears to walk. The streets were bleak and empty save for the constant, rhythmic ticking and clanking of machines marching on endlessly, dauntlessly wading where even the bravest dared not to venture. Not even the sharp click of the Gardes boots followed the occasional hisses of steam as they walked the barren streets.

It was haunting, and it'd been like that for days now. It showed little signs of stalling in the slightest, too. Every inch of Fontaine was practically crawling with Gardemeks– like a swarm of rats skittering about.

Arlecchino had secluded herself in the Hotel Bouffes d'ete for days at this point, waiting– biding her time. Her nails clicked against the wood as she tapped at the table in a stilted rhythm, the subtle click of the clock mixing into the clanking outside, weaving in and out of earshot as the patrols slipped by. She reached forward after a moment of thought, reaching for the white king.

She leaned back against the chaise, tilting her head just enough to catch a glimpse of a patrol of Gardemeks as they vanished behind the rows and rows of buildings. It wasn't enough to keep her attention for long, however, her features twisting in disinterest as she glanced back to the chessboard– and the letter neatly resting beside it. The seal was unmistakable and a sobering sight, demanding her attention– the soft hues of blue etched into the shape of a dragon stared back at her in a way that almost unsettled her.

She had already parsed through it's contents hundreds of times, but she was met with only vague, flowing script that only served to irritate her more then anything– it filled the page top to bottom yet managed to say nothing at all. Her hand reached out again, but instead of reaching for the letter she plucked the black rook from the board, setting it down with a soft click.

Arlecchino had all the time in the world to sit back and observe her prey, but all that time would be useless if she lacked the information to act.

And he was quite tight fisted about it, evidentially. None of her inquiries or attempts to decipher any potential codes in the letter left her empty handed. She could not act without even knowing the reason for his summons– it was almost worded like a personal affair rather then one would expect for a foreign diplomat. In truth, she'd expected a scalding report on her operatives, but it lacked any mention of anything of the sort.

She was no stranger to people masking hostility behind pretty words and compliments, not that it was ever unwarranted per se– the Fatui did not create connections through honesty and genuine kindness. They have strong armed more then their fair share of people into cooperation to the point distrust is all the Fatui are met with outside of Snezhnaya. Every word was meant to conceal the deceit, every action meant to conceal the price later paid.

So she had been..skeptical of the letter, to put it lightly. She doubted the Iudex of all people would offer a hand to the Fatui without a price attached– a trap, perhaps, meant to lure in the most powerful piece left on the board. Her eyes narrowed, reaching for a white rook and moving it to the right.

Or he was hiding something. Something that he simply couldn't risk getting out to anyone, not even the Divine themself. A tempting prize, whatever it was.

..A dangerous prize, too.

She'd considered burning the letter and forgetting it all together– the risk was great, and she couldn't risk getting caught up by whoever else the Iudex may have on his side of the board. But she could hardly pass up the challenge and the prize that he fought so hard to keep from prying eyes and ears. Even her agents came back empty handed each time. She lazily picked up a black rook, sliding the white pawn aside.

"Lyney," Arlecchino drawled, crossing one leg over the other and turning her gaze to the door as it slowly creaked open. The pale visage of Lyney stepped through, though his siblings were noticeably absent. The weariness that weighed down on his shoulders was apparent in the slightest furrow of his brows and the subtle creak of leather as he clenched his fists behind his back. "Father." He choked out, the title dragged out by the sharp inhale and shaky exhale.

He looked out of breath, she noted.

The silence that lingered after the small exchange was punctuated only by the click of another chess piece being moved. She sets aside the black rook, letting it sit among the dozen other pieces that had been wiped off the board. She can see the conviction glinting beneath the fog of exhaustion, but if he would utilize it was another matter all together.

He had seemed to make his choice quickly, at the very least.

"Our contacts and operatives within the Fortress of Meropide have gone silent– all we have is their final confirmed missive.." His voice is confident, but it is rigid as the words spill from his lips. He takes a sharp step forward, unfolding his arms from behind his back and opening his hands– the small, water stained and messily folded note catches her eye, plucking it from his palms with a half hearted interest. "They believe the Duke left the Fortress of Meropide..and that he may be coming to the Court of Fontaine."

Her eyes narrow dangerously, nearly crumpling the thin paper in her hands– yet just as quickly, she collects herself.

But she cannot get rid of the bitter taste on her tongue, lingering as she sets down the note and slides it to the side, her lips pursed into a thin line.

So the Iudex had shown one of his pieces..she tightly grasps a black rook, tipping over the white rook, letting it roll against the board.

If the Duke was involved, things were much more complicated then she expected– he would be a problem, she was certain. She couldn't blame the lamb for fearing the wolf, either. Whether her agents had been killed or captured by the man mattered little. He had his ways, and he was a force that could instill fear in even them.

Which meant the possibility that her operation was already compromised was far too real.

What had the Iudex so concerned he had gone through the trouble of bringing in the Duke and herself? The Fatui was one thing, but to specifically request one of it's Harbingers..

The Prophecy? The thought had her clenching her fist, but..no. If it were to rear it's head now, the Iudex could simply not afford to waste time on his contacts deciphering his nonsensical script– If the prophecy were to be the issue, there time would be limited to mere minutes in the worst of cases. Which meant it was worth biding his time in order to ensure absolute secrecy.

So if not the prophecy, then what?

Her next moves were..limited. She was already walking on eggshells considering her position and the reputations of the Fatui– especially with a Harbinger in the midst. If they caught wind of her operations, they'd weed out her operatives and be on guards for any snakes that lingered in their garden.

She reached for the chessboard again, picking up one of the white rooks from the board with a scowl. The sharp click as she sets down the white rook and sets aside the black pawn draws a shaky inhale from Lyney as she moves another black pawn, the dull click of the pieces drowning out the distant clinking of machines.

..A draw, perhaps.

The pieces were all falling into place– the players of this game were slowly being revealed. Whether she could secure her victory..she was unsure.

She wasn't even sure who her opponent was. Only that the Iudex himself was but another piece in their game.

Arlecchino reached for the board again, yet this time she hesitated. Perhaps she could still swipe the win from beneath them, if she played her cards right.

She would simply have to capture the king– or, if need be, let it end on a draw. Either way, she would not concede. She could not afford to concede. Down to the last piece, she would drag out this match until she was in a position to force their hand into the outcome she desired.

She stood slowly, picking up the king piece and observing it for only the briefest of moments before she set it down on the table, taking measured steps around the table and across the room. She was hunting a much more dangerous quarry today– it would be no simple runaway traitor this time.

"Do you remember the directive?" She inquired coldly, her hand lingering on the door for that long, tense moment. "..Yes, Father." Lyney faltered, taking a hesitant step back and bowing at the waist. "Then do not stray."

All that was left was the silence and click of the door shutting behind her as she disappeared down the hall, her boots clicking harshly against the floorboards. The rest of the agents knew better then to linger in her path as she stepped down into the lobby, adjusting the cuffs of her sleeves. She barely even acknowledged the Fatui agent standing at the ready by the heavyset doors, their gloves hands held out with her cloak held loosely in their palms. She quickly snagged it from them, tugging it over her board shoulders and clasping it around her throat.

With a quick tug, she brought the hood up over her head to conceal her sharp features, lifting her hand and placing a neatly folded note within their waiting hands. She had only one chance to make the right moves and secure her victory– no matter the cost.

Each piece had it's purpose.

Oft, that purpose was a bloody and horrible end– but for the grand goal of the Fatui built on the backs of the dead, it was an honor.

She didn't bother speaking a word as she dismissed them with a wave of her hand, pushing open the heavyset doors and stepping out into the barren, damp streets. The rhythmic clink and whir of Gardemeks was still distant– she needed to move. Her boots clicked and splashed in the rain soaked stone of the streets as she slithered between the buildings, ducking through the openings in the patrols.

It was almost too easy.

She tilted her head back, taking in the towering Palais Mermonia with a scowl, her hands clenched into fists. The final moves were being played– the king was within her reach, yet she felt no more confident then when she began.

The air carried a sense of unease, thick and heavy, filling her lungs until she felt her breath still in her chest– listening to the empty, bleak night that seemed so..quiet.

She'd done her fair share of research, had more then her fair share of her agents try to peer into the Iudex's office or the Archon's supposedly hidden chambers, but every attempt was a failure. She had to give them credit, they were quite elusive when they wished to be. Though now she only thought about it bitterly– this was all a risky gamble, in the end, and only time would tell if it paid off.

With minimal effort, she'd managed to pull herself to the flat, tiled roof, eyeing the massive tower peaking out of the center cautiously. At least here the wandering patrols down below weren't likely to notice her..she could hear them passing by the spot she'd been in only a few minutes ago, just beneath her. She pulled the hood further over her face, peering through the sheer darkness of the night for any oddities, but it was almost impossible to see in the dark.

Her boots clicked softly against the tiles as she approached the tower jutting out from the Palais, her hand gliding along the smooth stone, pressing against odd indents or crevices. If it was for the Archon's chambers, she doubted they made it very difficult– she'd only met the woman once, but she doubted the Iudex make it all that complex just from a brief glance. And it surprised her little when one of the stones sunk into the wall, gears whirring as the walls split open to reveal a stairwell straight into an inky black hall. Only the barest hint of light peaked under the door at the bottom, but it's occupants must have heard her, considering it went out not a moment later.

She cautiously stepped down into the small crevice, her breath visible in the bitter cold air– her shoulders tensed at the subtle sound of muffled footsteps behind the door, her vision flaring with a molten heat between her shoulder blades as she reached for the worn handle of the door. The heat of her vision was enough to just barely heat the metal, her vision flaring like a quickly building inferno.

Arlecchino was prepared for a fight, if it came down to it.

The door creaked as she pressed against it, shoving it open with a grunt of effort and surveying the room with narrowed eyes and a biting remark on the tip of her tongue– the lavish opulence was expected, she supposed, but the lack of the towering figure of the Iudex was not.

Yet before she could get a word in or even take in her surroundings properly, the light flickered back on and she had to squeeze her eyes shut with a hiss at the sudden brightness. She could hear the door being shoved closed behind her, the hurried footsteps retreating just as quickly as her eyes adjusted to the light.

..This was a joke, wasn't it? It had to be.

She'd expected the Iudex, perhaps even the Duke if she'd been unlucky, not the Hydro Archon. She had half the mind to test her worth as an Archon then and there, her temper flaring like an uncontrollable blaze, barely kept at bay. It took all her self control to force herself to smile politely at the woman rather then snarl.

"Miss Furina," She sneered beneath her hood, x shaped pupils locked onto the startled, trembling Archon with thinly veiled contempt. "What a..pleasant surprise. You'll have to forgive my manners, I assumed I was meeting with the Iudex." She observed her body language carefully– the way her eyes darted about like a frightened rabbit seeking escape, the slightest tremble of her lips..

Arlecchino opened her mouth to offer another scathing remark, but her jaw audibly clicked shut as her entire body seemed to lock up. Even her vision went cold against her back, a chilling feeling creeping up her spine as someone, or something, crept up behind her. Their footsteps were almost silent, the slight rustling of their clothes the only thing she could hear over her heart pounding against her ribcage.

Arlecchino had always prided herself on being on the other end of that sensation– she was the monster, and her target was the prey frozen like a deer between the hunters crosshair.

It was a chilling feeling to have the dynamic shifted on it's head.

She couldn't even swallow, her jaw clenched so hard she could hear it creak as she tried to reason with her quickly splintering mind– a futile effort, her joints locking up almost painfully. Black spots were quickly swallowing her vision from the lack of air in her lungs, the sound of shuffling behind her barely audible over the ringing in her ears.

For a moment – a moment too long to have only lasted the seconds that it did, yet so quick it gave her whiplash – she thought she would hit the floor dead before she could even glimpse her assailant.

And then it was gone. She came crashing back into reality with a startled inhale, her lungs burning and her knees nearly buckling under her. The instinct to lash out and kill whoever had done it was intense, yet she couldn't bring herself to move even a finger– it would be so easy to twist around and ignite them with searing flames, but her feet were rooted in place.

She almost didn't notice the surprisingly gentle hands unclasping her cloak, tugging it off her shoulders, if not for the sheer intensity of the presence still lingering behind her. Her mind was still fractured, struggling to right itself after the ordeal, and it had her seething.

"..Are you certain you held back enough?" Furina croaked, the normally soft lilt raspy and almost hoarse. "Not– not that I doubt your capability, most Divine!"

Arlecchino felt her nails dig harshly into her palms, heat swelling beneath her skin– Divine? Had she lost her mind? The Divine was..

The Divine was upon their throne where they belonged. She'd seen them!

"Hm. Well, maybe? Sorry, I didn't think it'd affect you too." Their voice was sickeningly soft as they stepped around her like she wasn't even there, focusing their attention on the Archon who seemed more then delighted about it. "What gave you that impression, most Divine? Aha, I..was completely unaffected, as you can see! Perfectly fine."

Furina let out a small squeak when they pinched her cheek, but the almost affectionate smile that tugged at their lips revealed the lack of malice behind the action.

"You're a bad liar, Furina. You might want to sit down..please?" They didn't take her protests for an answer, gently pushing her to sit on the bed before abruptly turning to face Arlecchino once more, a forced smile on their lips. "Oh, good, you're..uh, not dead. That's good. I thought I fried your brain. Sorry?"

..Had she hit her head on the way here? The Divine should still be on their throne, yet she couldn't shake the weight of their stare– it felt tangible. She felt like she was standing face to face with the stars– galaxies and constellations bearing down upon her.

She grit her teeth and clenched her hands until she felt the sting of her nails against her palms, grounding herself in the pain through the sheer overwhelming nature of their existence.

"You.." She croaks, reaching out with a shaky hand and grabbing them by the collar of their shirt, lifting them up until their feet left the floor– she pays no mind to the startled protests of the Archon. Arlecchino would crush her like a bug before she even got the chance to intervene and they both knew it. "You shouldn't exist– you aren't them, and yet you..you're the imposter, aren't you?" Her grip tightens yet they face her without an ounce of fear, meeting her unyielding glare with a pondering look.

Arlecchino wanted to make them bleed just to see if she could, the urge to sink her teeth into skin welling up in her chest to the point she visibly snarled, her mask of politeness long . "You're the imposter." Her expression falls for a moment before she schools it into one of apathy, setting them back down and holding them there for a moment, finally releasing them after a tense moment. "Or you were supposed to be."

Hers brows furrow– she wants to demand answers, to throttle them for damning them to being nothing more then dolls for the supposed Divine to break at their whim, but none of the words come to her.

"..Why now? The current Divine has been in power for years, yet you descend now?" Her shoulders tensed, lips pursed into a thin line– it's impossible to ignore the truth that lay before her. The Divine is a fraud and this..imposter is the true Divine. How many years had they been in power, now? How many years were they waiting? Why did they wait? Was the suffering of Teyvat not enough? Was the blood that painted the steps of their stolen throne not enough?

She'd personally been on the wrong end of the Divine's wrath– she wonders..had they watched? Had they seen the cruel hand of their imposter and turned their back on Teyvat?

"I.." They hesitated. It made her seethe, her hands clenching into fists at her sides– her vision flickered, flames swelling within it's casing just to be smothered by the presence of the Divine. But once that spark had been lit, she refused to let it go out. "I didn't know."

The answer does not satisfy her. There is an itch beneath her skin that she cannot scratch, a fire that burns in her chest so hot it scorches even herself.

"And what about now? Are you content to cower like prey in the safety of the Palais Mermonia?" She snapped, taking a step forward, her brows furrowed and her glare intense– she can see the slightest bit of worry in their eyes. She revels in it. "Will you let them use your acolytes like pawns? How many more need to be broken on the steps to your throne before you act?"

Again, her vision flares and dims– it refuses to be used against the Divine that created it.

"Have you no answer?"

The room is silent. They do not speak and neither does she.

Even the world itself seems to quiet in the face of her accusations, fury boiling to the surface so hot it incinerated all it touched.

"I will kill them myself."

Their words are quiet, but they are not soft– there is a vindictive, searing anger that explodes out like dying stars within their eyes. The sight of constellations replaced by a void that would not be . The smell of ichor grows stronger– to the point she feels almost lightheaded.

"..I am aware that I have failed in preventing this, but I had no choice in the matter. Still," They muse, their voice like the tolling of bells. A solemn melody that stills the swelling fury burning in her chest, if only for a moment. "I will rectify it– I will tear down their throne of lies and let not even the earth tarnish itself by burying their corpse among it's soil."

They pause for a moment, holding out their hand– scarred and bandaged by the weapons of the devout, yet still they take upon the burden of dirtying their hands to save those who did not save them.

"Do you trust me, Arlecchino?"

Did she?

"Will you help me?"

She exhales heavily, meeting the starry iris' of the Divine with a scowl still tugging at her lips. Arlecchino trusted no one but herself.

"..Yes."

#sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin impact #fic tag #imposter au #genshin cult au #genshin impact cult au #arlecchino #lyney #furina #you do NOT wanna know what i got put thru writing this fic #trying 2 find out where arle was in the few times we DO see her and going down a rabbit hole of fuck fontaine and its layout actually!#I spent like 3 hours looking it up and checking in game it gives me a migraine thinking abt it. ew #anyway trying to write a really smart character is surprisingly difficult when ur as dumb as rocks #also used an actual chess match for this and gave myself an even worse migraine trying 2 make sure i didnt repeat moves or smth #furina doesnt get a spotlight yet just imagine her sitting in the corner trembling like a wet kitten you found on the side of the road #arlecchino goes thru a crisis more at 11 #shes a tired single dad shes isnt getting paid enough for this okay #hands u a fic over half the length of the other THREE PARTS #ehe :]#is arle actually on ur side??? is she gonna double cross u???? who knows!!!!!#shes unpredictable she might stab u for funsies #anyway im gonna go nap in a ditch now this took SO LONGGGGG OH MY G-D #also just think acolytes who arent buddy buddy w reader and even resent them is so tasty #bc how r they supposed 2 know reader was a human vibing 5 minutes before their got eebied 2 teyvat..#reader gotta roll up their sleeves and get 2 WORK sometimes murder IS okay #they gotta fix some shit around here and that means committing several crimes all at once. sometimes more #a group can be g-d (just got here) their dragon (neuvi) their cat (archon) their dog (wrio) and their wolf (arle)

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juicyflawless25 · 1 year

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Bon Appétit (ch. 2) Nsfw

Word Count; A little over 5k (for the first chapter)

Notes; Inspired, somehow, by the song Bon Appétit by Katy Perry. Also cross posted on ao3. I apologize for the length of this! I didn't mean for it to come out this long, but here we are! I do hope you enjoy though! Also actually nsfw this time!

Tw; cunnilingus, cursing, general nsfw stuff

“Good girl.” You breathed in her ear, just before standing up straight and placing all of your attention to her hair. You heard Larisa swallow thickly, but you dared not gaze back at her just yet. No, you were going to set the mood as you pampered your wife to the best of your ability.

You let your fingers gently massage at the base of her head for a moment, your thumbs gently pressing into where you always found her to be the most tense. A light groan flowed from Larissa’s mouth as her head fell forward lightly. A sweet smile graced your lips as you soaked in the way you could feel your wife almost immediately relax. Good, this was what you were going for.

“Don’t stop, darling, that feels amazing.” Larissa murmured, a peaceful look falling onto her face as you peered at her through the mirror.

For a moment, you leaned forward and kissed the spot your thumbs were massaging, which promptly made a gasp tumble from Larissa’s mouth. That sweet smile on your face? Gone in an instant as soon as you heard that gasp. In its place was a grin so devious, even Lucifer themselves would shiver.

You leaned in again to place your lips on her neck, slowly and sensually kissing the same spot as before. You repeated the process a few more times, feeling goosebumps rise on Larissa’s skin and her body tremble. One last, lustful, sweeping kiss to the side of her neck and you straightened back up, feigning a look of innocence.

Larissa stared at you amorously through the mirror, her icy blue eyes slightly blown from your kisses just seconds prior. You winked at her as you kneaded at her neck with love, kissing the top of her head with a coquettish smile.

After a moment though, you returned your attention to her hair and gently began to pluck out the plethora of pins holding her angel-like hair in place.

If there was one thing you loved to see on Larissa, it was her hair cascading down her neck and shoulders. She looked like a golden, omnipotent god just waiting to be worshiped. Especially in the morning, before getting ready for the day as she sipped lovingly on her first cup of coffee. The beginning of the day's sun shining through to cascade on her like a marvelously sculpted piece of marble. She was breathtakingly gorgeous and no one would ever tell you otherwise.

You didn’t realize it, but as you thought of her this way, your hands still absentmindedly taking care of the pins still left in her hair, your breath had begun to come out more rapidly. And as Larissa tilted her head to stare at you, a small grin creased the right side of her mouth in amusement. With it, however, came a bit of a blush on her lovely pale cheeks. She had never found herself to be particularly beautiful, but the way you showered her with adoration always lifted her spirits high and gave her confidence in her beauty. It also had a tendency to make the apex of her thighs ache and throb.

After a moment, you steadied yourself and chuckled lightly at the way you had lost yourself for a moment. Your wife had such a way about her that a reaction like that was inevitable.

Soon, the last pin holding up the final curled piece of hair was finally taken away, and her golden locks rested beautifully upon her shoulders. You placed the last pin on the vanity with the rest of them before turning back to Larissa and her breathtaking beauty.

Your hands had a mind of their own as they reached for her hair, fingers threading softly through her luscious locks. The tips of your fingers kneaded at her scalp, fingernails lightly scratching in tandem with your ministrations. Larissa let out a deep, guttural groan that sent shockwaves straight to your core. God, the noises your wife could make had no qualms in bringing you to your knees whenever made.

The buckling of your knees at the sound was evident and Larissa grinned seductively, knowing full well exactly what was happening. And as you continued with giving her the best head massage of her life, her own core gently throbbing already, Larissa let loose another filthy groan that nearly had you falling to the floor for her.

However, the plan was for you to melt her into a gooey mess, not the other way around. So, you doubled down on your resolve and swallowed hard, taking one hand to brush her hair away from her neck. As soon as the flesh was exposed, you laid several soft kisses along the column of her neck, teeth nipping playfully at her skin. Larissa let out a long, shaken breath and you could feel the goosebumps rise on her flesh with your lips.

“You know, I’ve been watching you all day.” You began, just before you latched your teeth to the space connecting her neck and shoulder.

Your eyes connected with hers in the mirror and you stared directly into them as you marked her skin with the most lovely bruise.

Larissa’s breath hitched as she sucked in a shuddering breath. “O-oh have you now?” She questioned, eyes wanting to shut at the onslaught of your mouth on her. She kept them open, however. Always finding it erotic to watch as you marked her, claiming her just as you had done throughout your relationship. It never got old.

“Mhmm. I’ve been watching you and how absolutely delicious you’ve looked. It’s made me want to eat…” You lightly bit at her shoulder to accentuate the word. “You…” Another nip. “Up.”

You placed an open mouth kiss on her neck this time at the last word, a mischievous smile dancing playfully on the edges of your lips. You breathed her in at the same time, sucking in a deep breath of her most wonderful scent. Roses, bergamot and patchouli, a distinct and lovely smell that belonged only to your wife.

“You smell good enough to devour.” You whispered, continuing your kisses up towards her ear before biting lovingly at the lobe.

She shivered in response, that spot between her legs throbbing in tandem with her rapidly beating heart. For a moment, she almost spread her legs immediately, the need for you to be between them almost too much for her to bear. She kept them closed though, knowing that you would part them as soon as your mouth was hungry enough to ravage her.

While Larissa seemed occupied with controlling the waves of arousal rolling from her body, your eyes ate up the sight of her from the top of her head to the very tip of her toes. You bit your bottom lip as you consumed the sight of her, noting how her chest had already begun to blush into a deep shade of red. How her eyes were slightly glazed over with lust, pupils beginning to blow wider and wider, nearly consuming the luscious blue of them. The way her body responded to your attention, yearning for any touch or gaze you might set upon it.

There was nothing in this world that would ever satisfy you in the way that your wife did. Not a single sun of the morning could light up your world the way her smile did. No blue sky would ever compare to her eyes and the way they stared at you with love and adoration, the kind that made your knees weak and your heart feel as if it were fit to burst.

Not a single piece of the finest silk could ever touch your skin as softly or as gently as when Larissa placed her hands upon your hood before leaning in for a kiss. No taste of the richest foods would ever compare to how she tasted against your tongue when you explored every part of her you could reach. No, not a solitary thing would ever be comparable to the woman sitting before you, flushed with longing and need for you.

These thoughts alone, as you gawked so hungrily down at her, were exactly the ones you’d had a millions times before and would have again. These thoughts would always push you forward to worshiping her like the absolute Devine, celestial deity you knew she was and always would be.

Unable to hold yourself back any longer, your left hand grabbed at her slim wrist as the other landed possessively on her lower back. As you gently guided her up from her seat at the vanity, the rest of her routine having been forgotten by now, you leaned in to hotly whisper in her ear, “I need to taste you, Larissa. I’ve been dreaming of it all day.”

Larissa choked out a strangled moan and closed her eyes as she let you guide her upwards to a standing position. And thank goodness you were holding onto her securely because if you had not been, she would have easily fallen to the floor as your words hit her ear and struck lightning to her clit.

“God, yes!” The words slipped from her mouth unbidden, unable to hold back anything any longer. The way you touched her as you led her towards the bed, the way your eyes clearly displayed the neediness of your confession had Larissa already wet with need. Soaked, in fact.

You guided her to your shared bed and sat her down on the edge of it with barely contained poise, your body trembling with a hunger for her that only making sweet, intimate love with her would even remotely satisfy.

She stared up at you through her lashes, cerulean eyes intensely watching you as you placed your hands just underneath her jaw where her neck connected. You leaned forward, keeping eye contact with her until your lips crashed into hers. This was when her legs finally parted for you of their own accord, giving your body the room to stand between her legs. You fit there so perfectly, melding into her as your shared kiss created a heated dance that lit high rising fires inside both of your bellies.

Larissa’s hands began to wonder as the kiss became more ferocious and needy, her long fingers smoothing up the sides of your thighs and gently rounding over your hips. In a matter of seconds, however, your wife rounded back to your ample behind and placed both hands there to squeeze. You felt a delightful quiver run through your body as she began to massage her hands over your ass, a moan flowing from your mouth and into hers.

She swallowed that moan and created one of her own, pressing her body further into yours as she stretched her neck to continue the onslaught of kisses you were giving each other. Your own hands began to wonder as well, traveling down her neck and over her shoulders. You enjoyed the way her soft skin felt under your fingertips, never tiring of the little sighs and hums she gave as you touched her.

As one hand wandered to her back, splaying across the top of it in possession, your other hand snaked its way back up her neck and underneath her hair. You disconnected the kiss in favor of breathing for a moment as you tangled your fingers in the hair nearest her scalp, pulling your face back from hers to inspect the heavenly look on Larissa’s face. Her lips were swollen, eyes half lidded and mouth parted as she panted, chest rising and falling quickly as her lungs filled with air.

You couldn’t help yourself as you smiled at the sight of her, the smile switching to one of a puckish nature as your fingers grabbed her hair roughly and pulled her head back to expose her beautiful neck. Larissa gasped, eyes widening for a moment as she whimpered and her hands found tighter purchase on your ass.

With fervor, you attacked her neck with a plethora of kisses, each increasing in their intensity. When you found her pulse point, you closed your teeth around it and sucked arduously, tongue lathing over it after a moment to soothe the burn she surely felt. Larissa enjoyed it though, the evidence clear from the way the moan of your name seemed to come straight from her core.

Pulling back, you inspected the hickey you left on her skin, admiring the way the bruise complimented the lightness of her skin. A lovely reminder that she was yours, to be touched by no one but you. You gave a gentle kiss to it before running your hands down her arms and removing your hands from your backside. Larissa pouted, nearly on the verge of making grabby hands as you took a step back from her.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll have me back in your arms momentarily. But first, I feel an incredible urgency to undress you.” You threw a wink her way before gently cupping her cheek and brushing it with the pad of your thumb.

Wasting no more time, your urgency to have your wife laid naked before you, you dropped to your knees and stared up at Larissa lovingly, but with a glint of wickedness lingering in your eyes. She stared down at you with her mouth slightly open, sucking in deep breaths as she watched you lean your head downward and connect your lips to her left ankle. She clenched her jaw in deep concentration as you made your way up her calf, slowly creeping towards the bend of her knee.

It took her a moment to process, her brain already in overload as she felt herself becoming more and more wet by the second, but your hands had gently run under her dress to grab hold of the top of her sheer stockings. Your fingers danced teasingly on her thighs for a moment before swiftly removing the stocking from her leg entirely, and all without ripping them. It disappeared behind you as you threw it, making a mental note to tidy it up later.

You repeated the process on Larissa’s other leg, your eyes gazing up at her every now and then to find a deep blush having gone straight to her ears. You grinned, absolutely loving the way she always blushed when aroused.

Having gotten rid of the stockings from her legs, you rose to your feet to loom over Larissa, only to bend down slightly and place your lips against her burning ear. “Stand up, my love. I want to unzip your dress.” You husked, your tongue snaking out to lick along the shell of her ear.

Larissa moaned, already nodding her head before you were even through with the sentence. She stood up quickly, hand reaching out to hold onto your shoulder so she could steady herself.

A chuckle escaped your lips as one arm came around to hold tight to her waist. “Such a good girl, obeying so quickly.” You praised her, words tinged with eroticism. Larissa mewled at that, the grip on your shoulder becoming tighter because of your words.

As you watched her face, conveying a steamy look down at you as she bit her lip, your hand came up to grasp the zipper on the back of her dress. The way you grinned, she thought you were going to tease her and unzip her dress slowly. However, your other arm left her waist and gripped on tightly to the collar of her dress. In one fell swoop, you unzipped the dress and dragged the top of it free from her chest and arms. Larissa was taken aback, but greatly aroused at your display of wanton need to see her naked.

She was going to wiggle out of the dress for you, but you tutted at her before she could even begin to gyrate her hips. You shook your finger at her and dropped to your knees before her for the second time this evening.

“Allow me.” Was all you gave her as you trapped the end of her dress between your fingers and palm, pulling down with as much force as you had done with the top.

The dress fell to the floor and pooled at her feet. Larissa stepped out of it, but before she could make any move, you were back on your feet and shoving her down onto the bed. As she landed, you crawled on top of her and settled at her hips, leaning forward to place your hands down on both sides of her face. The look of lust you found there made butterflies burst inside your stomach and your clit throb hard.

“Fuck, you are so delicious, Rissa.” You breathed out before attacking her lips hungrily with yours.

She answered back with a moan and her hands coming to grip at your hips, kisses matching the intensity of yours. “Please!” Larissa begged, fingers holding onto you so hard that you were sure there would be marks there later.

“Please what, love?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow expectantly at her.

Larissa rolled her hips into yours, moaning and squirming beneath you. Her heart was pounding in her chest like a bull in a china shop. The heat and throbbing between her legs had increased tenfold within the last few minutes, making her a needy, horny mess beneath you.

“I need you. I need you so bad.” She tried to lean up to kiss you again, but you stopped her with a hand to her chest. “Darling!” She cried out, bewildered as to why you would stop her from kissing you.

A dark chuckle rumbled up from your throat as the hand that was on her chest moved to cup her breast, which was still covered by her bra. Your wife moaned and shuddered as you massaged her breast, eyes closing for the moment to revel in the feeling. You ground your hips down onto hers for a moment, to give yourself a slight bit of relief. At the same time, you were letting her feel how wet you were for her as well. Larissa growled at the feel of your heat against her, making her buck underneath you once more. She whined pathetically when your hand left its spot, but she quickly stopped when you spoke.

“Arch for me, mon Coeur.” You purred, watching her lovely chest rise towards you as she did what you commanded. You reached around behind her and unclasped the bra, gently removing it from her person before slinging it behind you as you had done her stockings.

“Mmm, perfect.” You commented as your eyes zeroed in on her breasts. Larissa arched closer towards you, putting on a display for you to admire. You knew what she wanted and you wasted no time in giving in to both of your desires.

With a passion Larissa had always adored in you, your lips latched onto one of her nipples, tongue licking vehemently at it as you sucked on it gently. Larissa’s hand came up to latch onto the back of your head, pressing your face further into her chest as you maintained your ministrations. Your wife’s other hand found purchase on your ass, placing an iron grip on it as she lost herself in the feelings you were providing.

Not wanting her other breast to be forgotten, you traveled to it by making a trail of wet kisses towards it. Your tongue ran over the nipple longingly before you began to suck on it, bringing about a string of praises and curses from Larissa’s painted lips.

A wet pop sounded around the room as you finally let go of her nipple, making your wife shiver in response. She was writhing even more beneath you now, her hands crawling all over you, trying to pull you as close as possible.

The way she was trying to touch you immediately made you feel completely overdressed. Her lust blown pupils gazing at you that she had the same exact thought in mind. Without much more thought to it, you quickly discarded your shirt and it landed somewhere next to the two of you. Larissa licked her lips hungrily as she stared at your chest, already bare for her, nipples extruding obscenely due to your arousal.

She reached up to palm both breasts, squeezing and pushing them together as she watched with rapt attention. You arched into her hands as yours latched onto her wrists, hips gyrating hotly against Larissa’s stomach.

You continued on in this way for a few moments, but eventually, as you stared down at the hottest wife a woman could ever have, you knew you couldn’t bear to not have her in your mouth any longer. You quickly removed her hands from your chest, a whimpering protest coming from Larissa at the action. You swallowed her whimpering with a feverish kiss, biting at her lip and pulling it before licking at her teeth with your tongue.

The goddess woman below you kissed back with passion and love, her fingernails scratching down your back as you devoured each other for a moment. You hissed, enjoying the sting and the pleasure of the action, which only spurred you further into action.

“I believe I’ll be having dessert before dinner tonight, darling.” You teased, speaking against her lips before you started your ascent down her body.

As you slithered your way down her body slowly, you left behind a plethora of wet kisses and bruises, marking her body up to admire later on. Larissa scooted herself up the bed to give your more room, laying herself back down onto her elbows to watch you observantly. As your face crept closer and closer to where she was most heated, her breathing came in short bursts, labored by the feeling of needing your mouth between her legs. She rolled her hips upwards towards your mouth as it passed by the large wet spot on her panties. You chuckled before placing a quick kiss to that wet spot, making her breath hitch hard.

Quick and nimble fingers hooked to the top of Larissa’s panties and pulled them down her long, luxurious legs. As the panties disappeared, you made eye contact with your wife and kept them glued to hers as you blew gentle air over her slit.

You closed your eyes, however, when you took in a deep breath of her musky scent. “God, you smell so incredibly…” You opened your eyes again, eyes sparkling as a smirk stretched your lips. “Appetizing.” At that word, your tongue came out to lick through her slit, savoring the tang of her as it hit your taste buds.

Larissa let out a choked moan, legs automatically widening even further for you as she felt your tongue against her folds. You groaned, having dreamt of this moment all day long. There was nothing better than the taste of Larissa on your tongue. It was like ambrosia to you, making you feel as if you were some sort of god. But truly, it was Larissa who was the god, the one who tasted so divine, so utterly delicious. If she would let you, you’d spend each waking moment between her legs, feasting upon the nectar she so willingly gave.

Your actions suddenly not your own, you buried your face in your wife’s cunt, an animalistic growl ripping its way up your throat as you latched onto her clit.

“Fuck! Oh fuck, fuck!” Larissa moaned loudly, one hand coming to grip onto your hair tightly, pushing her face further into her simultaneously. Her hips rolled uncontrollably, your mouth moving with her in tandem.

The string of curses coming from her mouth only fed the intensity you felt for eating her out, your mouth sucking ardently on her clit, your hands gripping almost painfully to her thighs as they laid on your shoulders. Larissa wasn’t one to curse much, but when you got her in the bedroom, it was all over. The way they sounded coming from the lilt of her accent and coupled with the moans behind them, the apex of your thighs were to be dry no more. Not that they were much dry before then. No, Larissa had you slick and ready in a mere minute the moment she walked in the door.

“More, darling! Please!” She begged, one hand gripping at the sheets while the other felt as if it was about to rip the hair from your scalp she was holding on so hard. Even if she did, it would be well worth it to pleasure her in all the ways she loved.

Wasting zero time for her pleas, you continued to lap at her clit as your middle finger came to tease at her entrance. Larissa’s hips bucked at the contact, a long and needy whine spilling from her lips in need of more. You obliged, gently sliding your finger inside of her, feeling her pulse around it momentarily. A guttural keen came from above you as Larissa writhed and treasured the feel of you inside her. However, she still needed more from you and was more than happy to beg for it as long as you liked.

“Y/n! I need more of you inside me! I’m burning with need for you, darling.” Her words hit your ears and you moaned against her clit, sending vibrations through it that made her sling her head backwards as she repeated your name in reverence.

With how wet Larissa was, sliding another finger inside of her was easy. A third finger followed the second, your mouth still singing glories to her taste. You could feel her wetness dripping down your chin and you relished in the fact that you were the one to put her in this state. Both of her hands were on your head now as you pumped your fingers in and out of her at a bruising pace. Her hips bucked up and down, hands keeping your head in place as she fucked herself on your face and fingers.

You unlatched your mouth from her bundle of nerves for a moment to look up at her, the sob coming from her mouth at the loss of contact almost breaking your heart. Your fingers were still inside her thought, curling to find that spongy spot inside of her that made her head swim deliriously.

“Can you take one more for me, baby?” You asked, not wanting to push her too far. Truthfully, you felt the need to climb entirely inside her, to meld yourselves together in ecstasy in any way possible, but of course that was impossible. And perhaps a little strange. You abandon the train of thought though as you wait for an answer.

Larissa nodded her head quickly, barely able to get a real word out, much less a sentence. “P-please! PLEASE!” She squalled, nearly losing her mind with how much she wanted you.

Not one to waste an opportunity, you nodded and watched her face as you gently slid a fourth finger inside of her. The way she clenched tightly around them, a strangled moan and hotly uttered curses spilling forth from the both of you, nearly made your own orgasm occur right then and there.

“You feel so good around my fingers, Larissa.” You said before pushing your face back into her folds, tongue licking and mouth sucking enthusiastically. She only moaned louder in response, that coil inside her core winding tighter and tighter.

“I-I’m going to -OH!- come, darling!” Larissa stuttered as you pumped her full with your fingers, relishing in the way she felt and tasted. She was the finest of desserts, the nectar of the gods and all sweet things on Earth in one body. It was a wonder you ever moved away from the apex of her thighs at all.

You doubled your efforts, fucking her with such abandon that the headboard of your bed began to shake. You could hear Larissa losing herself above you and you had to look up and watch her as you ate and fucked her to the best of your ability.

Within a matter of seconds of you fucking her harder, Larissa’s thighs clamped tightly around your head. It was the telltale sign of her impending orgasm, her entire body quivering as her back arched and her legs kept you in a vise grip. You had no qualms with this, no complaints. No, you continued as you were, fingers pounding her into oblivion as your mouth feasted upon the wash of arousal that flowed from her entrance and into your mouth.

If anyone had been anywhere near the two of you at this time, they would think you were murdering Larissa from the way she sounded. The orgasm washed over her entire body and into her extremities, making them feel tingly all the way throughout.

You wanted to continue to devour your wife, but in time everything became too sensitive and she released her thighs from around your head to push at you lightly. You huffed as you finally removed your mouth from her, wanting to live there forever. But you knew that she would be overstimulated now, if the way her entrance clenched around your fingers were any indication at all.

With a kiss to the inside of her thigh, you smile lovingly up at her and lay your head against her. “I’m going to pull out now, love.” You warned her gently, waiting for a response before doing so.

Larissa nodded, trying to control her breathing. She brushed her fingers through your hair as an indication to go ahead, her throat still a bit sore from the screaming she had just done moments prior.

With an ease only perfected from years of love making, you pulled your fingers out from her slowly. She hissed for a moment above you, sensitive from being stretched out a bit. You looked up at her with concern, but she only smiled and nodded her head once again, letting you know she was just fine.

You crawled your way up the bed to plop down beside her, giving any skin you could reach a light kiss in several places. She sighed happily, wrapping her arms around you as you lay your head on her shoulder. You kissed her neck before leaning on your arm to look down at her post orgasm face, memorizing it just as you had been doing for so many years before.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so gorgeous.” You breathed, running your fingers along her jawline and making her shiver.

“Mmm, I love you too.” Larissa responded, finally opening her eyes to gaze into yours. She smiled a full, teeth showing grin as she snuggled into you further. “I suppose you gave a new meaning to Bon Appétit tonight.”

A full, chest heaving laugh rose up to rock your whole body at her words. She laughed with you, enjoying the sound of you filling her ears. There was nothing she wanted more than what she had in her arms and in her bed right now.

As your laugh died down, you looked at Larissa with all the love in your heart and bent your head down to kiss her with that same love. “Well, when you give me such a grand course to feast on, how could I resist?”

Larissa blushed deeply, but surged forward to give you a deeper kiss before placing her forehead against yours. There were no words left in her, just that feeling that lived deep in her chest. The feeling of being whole and being accepted as she was. And, of all things, being devoured by the waves of true love.

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