you hide your face with your disguise // 'cause someone filled your head with lies

[monoceroscaeli]

[It had been a few days since the hunt for the Great Mujina Youkai had come to an end, having to say goodbye to the kids and to Yoimiya too. The ship that was to take him back to Snezhnaya would be arriving a bit later in the day, and Childe sighs as he sits back in his chair in the tent he's occupying in one such hidden Fatui camp. He had a great time in Inazuma. The country was beautiful, rich with a new culture to learn and all sorts of places to explore and fight new and more exciting enemies. All his things were in order- the gifts that he'd bought to bring back to his family, Teucer's Onikabuto in a little bug box with some food to keep it alive during the trip back- all he'd have to do is wait for the ship and he'd be on his way.

He tells himself that he'd return to the country one day, once tensions between the Fatui and the Shogunate calm down. It was a miracle that he was able to stay as long as he has, evading the Tenryou Commission. He has some people to thank for that, and he won't forget what they did for him while he's been here. Some gifts would be in order for them upon his return.

The Harbinger idly plays with a writing utensil between his fingers. He'd like to bring something from Snezhnaya for Yoimiya, too.

There's a sharp rap at his door, and Childe sighs. He doesn't really want to deal with work right now, perfectly happy reminiscing on the time he's spent in Inazuma before he leaves, but answers with a bored tone to his voice:]

Come in.

[An agent enters, bowing and standing at attention.]

Sir, we've captured a Tenryou Commission spy that was found sneaking around. We've taken her into custody and are awaiting your orders on how to deal with her.

[Childe's eyebrow raises. It should have been hard to find this camp, even by the Shuumatsuban. Somehow, doubt creeps into his mind, but stands from his chair.]

Alright, I'll deal with it myself. At least I can have one last bit of fun before I depart.

[The agent only bows once more, to lead Childe towards the prisoner. He knows better than to argue with the Harbinger, but feels sorry for the spy. The two cross the camp to another tent, the agent stopping him right before lifting the flap for his senior commander.]

She claims to be from the fireworks shop, but we've seen Tenryou soldiers stop frequently at it.

[Before he can answer, the flap is lifted to reveal a certain girl that he'd met not but a few days ago...]

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[monoceroscaeli]

[The kiss stuns him for a moment, overcome by the sweet taste of the wine on her lips, returning it with a small satisfied moan before she breaks away. It's all too short, leaving him wanting now for not only the wine, but how she tastes on his tongue as well. It's almost unfair how effective it is, playing right into her hands as he taunts him with that smile of hers, determination to get a hold of the wine so he can have some filling him in addition to craving more of her own flavor.

She thinks she can keep it from him this way, but Tartaglia thinks she's underestimating him.]

That isn't fair, I might not have the chance to try some again for quite a while.

[Pressing himself up against her back, he lets his arms wrap around her as his hands trail over her body. He can't get to her chest yet, but there's plenty of other places he'll touch instead. The Harbinger lets his fingers trace lines across her thigh, heading upwards to brush past her groin and to her stomach. Meanwhile, his head cranes down to pay special attention to her neck, pressing kisses to it as he whispers against her skin.]

Let me have a little bit, c'mon, [he coaxes, his other hand coming up to try to slip his fingers under her own around the bottle.] I promise to buy you more before I leave.

[He plants a few more kisses against her jawline, if he can just loosen her up a little he can get at it! That's the plan.]

[niwabi]

Can't you just buy another bottle for yourself since you're so ric— ooh...!

[ admittedly, yoimiya is somewhat caught off guard the moment she feels herself being enveloped by his warm arms. as always, the man continues to surprise her. she had been bracing herself for a cheeky tickle attack but is instead, met with a wave of pleasure as his fingers glide across her skin. he's succesful in drawing out an involuntary moan from her throat. ]

You're quite the devil yourself, Tartaglia. Using dirty tactics like this is so unfair. Aah...

[ the harbinger's effective strategy works like a charm. each and every brush of his lips against her neck sends a jolt down her spine, making her easily succumb to his will. as much as she wants to fight back the urge to give in, her body feels as though it's betraying her, choosing instead to melt into his tender kisses and is very much enjoying the attention. thoughts of hogging the dandelion wine is instead replaced with desire for her beloved, yearning for even more of his affection.

in truth, yoimiya craves his taste just as much as his own desires. with every kiss, her demeanor changes from a greedy dragon to a mewling kitten. as he's hard at work indulging her, the grip she has on the wine bottle starts to loosen just as his fingers slide underneath her. ]

[monoceroscaeli]

All's fair in love and war, Yoimiya.

[It's a gentle reminder to her that he'll use whatever tactics he pleases to get what he wants. There's no shame coming from him in that regard, knowing full well she'd melt underneath his fingertips. Did he think to tickle? Absolutely. But this is harder to fight against, and now that he knows she's likes a challenge, he's always willing to give it to her. The Harbinger drinks in her soft sighs as he continues his work, switching to the other side of her neck to even out the attention he's giving, soft sweeps of his hand keeping her mind on him instead of the wine.

Tartaglia grips the bottle as her own hand loosens around it, but he doesn't stop quite yet- a finger comes up to push against her jaw to angle her head towards him so he can capture her lips with his own while she sighs for him, dropping his jaw to take her in fully as he tastes the sweetness of the wine once more.

Meanwhile, he's beginning to slip the bottle out from underneath her grip. One hand stealing the wine, the other one massaging her body. Forget about the wine, Yoimiya, just let me have it.]

[niwabi]

[ tartaglia truly is a man that is after her own heart, they haven't known each other all that long but it feels as though he's already in tune with the innerworkings of her mind, an expert at understanding her desires. the harbinger readily accepted her challenge and managed to surpass her own expectations. a tickle onslaught would have been too obvious. instead, his method of fighting back is proving to be much more difficult than being tickled.

but she's loving every single moment of it. he's made this challenge way more exciting than anticipated.

his continous attention to her body signals her downfall, she hitches a breath before letting out a sharp gasp at the wonderful sensation of his lips moving to the other side of her neck. before yoimiya even gets a chance to indulge in the switch, the sounds of her whimpering get cut off by the sudden kiss. there's no hesitation as she eagerly parts her lips open, giving him access to slip his tongue inside to further taste the sweet flavor that lingers in her mouth.

as if yoimiya was under the harbinger's spell, she totally forgets about the wine in her hands. no longer did she care about being the victor in their challenge, she would much rather indulge herself in the taste of his lips. a moment of weakness, the bottle slides out of her arms and right into tartaglia's hands. ]

[monoceroscaeli]

[The taste of Yoimiya on his tongue intoxicates him, but he hasn't forgotten what he's here to do. He lets his tongue dance with her own for a few moments more, eliciting a soft purr of satisfaction into their kiss before he finally pulls away. If he could make her look like this every moment of the day it would be worth skipping out on on missions just to spend that time with her instead. Oh, what will the Harbingers say when they find out about her...

It's tempting to continue to shower Yoimiya with all the love and attention she deserves, but he's managed to slip the bottle right out of her hands and into his own. Licking his lips once, his eyes shine with victory as he says one simple word to her:]

Thanks.

[And takes a swig of the bottle right in front of her, holding it up as he swallows the wine, only to break away to turn and walk in the opposite direction as he drinks again from the bottle. The smile on his face is wide, and he's glad she can't see it, but he's listening intently for her next action and words.

Probably best to take another drink now, just in case. He's not sure what she's going to do.]

[niwabi]

[ a sense of longing overwhelms her as soon as he breaks away from the kiss. her golden eyes are filled with the utmost disappointment, looking almost betrayed that he would be so mean as to pull away just when things were starting to get a bit heated.

but then the dastardly villian takes it a step further and is so cruel as to drink the delicious wine right in front of her face, all the while licking his lips in victory. the expression of betrayal becomes even more evident as she stares at him, a pout forming on the corners of her lips and cheeks all puffed out. nevermind that she was the one who started this whole mess. ]

Childe, Tartaglia, Mr. Fatui Harbinger...!

[ THIS GUY.... yoimiya proceeds to use every name she knows him by because she's just that offended!

she's hot on his heels chasing after him. once the blonde is finally caught up with him, she wraps her arms around his waist, pressing her chest and chin against his back. she's latched onto him like a clingy kitten that refuses to let go. ]

Hmph. I thought you were barely able to stand just a moment ago.

[monoceroscaeli]

[It was so hard not to laugh at her when he'd pulled away, as if he'd truly betrayed her trust. It's even funnier when she starts using all his names, but she's missing a few and he's going to tease her with them in just a second.

Her arms keep him from moving forward through the water anymore, keeping his eyes forward as she whines at him from behind. It's a lovely feeling to have her pressed up against him, her arms wrapped around him like this. He takes a second to appreciate the position he's in, even if he is in a little bit of trouble with her, before he starts to tease.]

First of all, that's Lord Harbinger, Master Childe, Lord Tartaglia...

[He takes another swig from the wine bottle, enjoying the refreshing taste of the wind on his tongue. It really does live up to its reputation.]

Second of all, I recover quickly, and nothing was going to keep me from this coveted bottle of wine.

[It's now that he looks back at her, his grin wide, and his eyes give it all away- he's loving every second of this. She looks so cute clinging to him like this, and it makes his chest buzz just at the sight of her.]

And since you were trying to steal it away from me, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

[He says that with a wink- he definitely had her in his hands, alright...]

[niwabi]

[ why does he sound so pretentious when calling himself 'lord' and 'master'? at the very least, the pompous sounding names turns her frown upside down and she starts to giggle at how silly he is. ]

There's no way I'm gonna be able to remember all of that.

[ yoimiya says as a joke, she'll definitely file his titles in the back of her mind as ammunition to tease him with later. besides, it's not like he has another name that she has yet to learn about, right? right??? ]

Oh, do you now? I guess it shouldn't be too much of a surprise that you recover fast, since you're a Harbinger and all. I'll keep that in mind for later.

[ what does she mean by this? don't worry about it—

the innuendo doesn't go unnoticed, he certainly has a knack for making them and it never fails to make her chuckle everytime. she hums in amusement while nuzzling her face into his back, her pouty mood slowly dissipating. tartaglia's the winner of this round for now. ]

Since you won fair and square, I guess I have no choice but to concede. It's quite good, isn't? It has a nice sweet flavor to it buuut it's not as sweet as me.

[ this is coming from the girl who was literally going to greedily drink all the dandelion wine for herself, an absolute sweetheart for sure.]

[monoceroscaeli]

[Having gotten to know her a little better now, he knows shes definitely going to keep that in mind for later. And he's excited to see what she does, always happy and ready for any kind of fun unexpected situation their actions might bring them to. Yoimiya is one of the most fun people he's met, and it's hard to deny how perfect she is for him. Maybe she'll even manage to keep him out of trouble.

But they'll see about that later.

Tartaglia turns himself around, so he can face her instead of having a cute, pouty Yoimiya having to burrow into his back, smirking down at her.]

Oh? Would such a sweet, innocent girl try to hog this all to herself?

[But he's already handing the bottle back to her, encouraging her to drink more for herself. He wants some more Fire-Water now, because he's only going to get a buzz from this wine.]

I understand...the Dandelion Wine isn't quite as strong as our Fire-Water, and I'd want to stick to the wine too if I found Snezhnayan liquor a little too overpowering.

[He says knowing full well she handled it just fine in the restaurant earlier that night.]

[niwabi]

[ Oh shoot, she got called out. ]

Well, a sweet gal like myself deserves the sweetest of beverages because I'm just that sweet.

[ How many times is she going to use the word sweet in one sentence?

Pitiful attempt of an excuse aside, her face expression brightens up when he gives the wine back to her, not even waiting a single second to take another swig out of it. But then she hears the next thing he says and in a flash, she's back to puffing her cheeks out. ]

Excuse you, Master Harbinger. [ Did she mix the titles up on purpose? Maybe. ] Is your memory going bad because you're already getting drunk? I seem to recall that I handled it just fine for my first time trying it.

[ Now she wants to drink more fire-water just to prove him wrong. This is definetely not going to end well... ]

[monoceroscaeli]

Hah!

[He laughs, walking over to grab the bottle of Fire-Water for himself, taking a nice long and deep drink from it. Now that's the stuff, enjoying the burn as it goes down and settles in his belly. That's going to hit him pretty soon in addition to the wine he drank, and he's definitely looking forward to feeling really good soon.]

You can't even get my title correct currently. It's Lord Harbinger, Yoimiya. I think the wine has already taken hold of you, haha.

[Returning to her, he bends down to kiss her briefly, pressing his mouth to hers with a little more pressure and greed before he breaks, handing her the Fire-Water. He grins at her, loving how she challenges him so, and he's interested in seeing how far she'll take this. Will she drink herself silly just to make a point? He's wondering...]

You're welcome to try to prove me wrong. How well can you keep up with a Snezhnayan?

[He's really not...helping this...]

[niwabi]

[ Before Yoimiya could even tell him that she finds his title is far too pretentious to care, she's cut off by the delicious sensation of his lips meeting with hers. The flavor of the Fire-Water is strong, even just from tasting it on his tongue. ]

Okay, Lord Childe. [ Yeah, she's definitely doing this on purpose. ] I guess I'm gonna have to step up to the plate and make sure you eat your words.

[ Accepting the bottle from his hands, she takes his bait hook, line and sinker. She brings the Fire-Water to her lips and chugs it down, feeling the burn hit the back of her throat. The alcohol truly is unlike any other sake she's ever had, while she does enjoy the taste, it's very strong and drinking it directly from the bottle only proves how bold the flavor really is. Everything about Snezhnaya truly is on a whole new level.

Once she's done, she wipes her lips and hands the beverage back to him. She doesn't drink all of it and makes sure she leaves plenty for Tartaglia to enjoy as well. Somehow, even after drinking as much as she did, Yoimiya is still standing but a noticable splash of red starts to color her cheeks. ]

Haha, see? I'm perfectly fiiine.

[ There's definitely a hint of a slur as she speaks. ]

[monoceroscaeli]

[Lord Childe really isn't incorrect so he accepts that version of it, inwardly laughing at her obvious mixing of his titles. So bold, and really he loves that about her, not afraid to say anything, or really be afraid of anything at all. He does remember how she was yelling her head off while captured by some of his soldiers. What a gal, truly.

Watching her chug Fire-Water is almost too much for him, his eyes widening with amusement. He really must of struck a nerve with her, wondering how much more she'd drink before she'd give up and never want to touch the stuff again. He takes the bottle, eyes still wide, noticing how her cheeks flush from the alcohol. Oh.

Haha. That was sort of slurred.]

Are you, now?

[He quickly takes another deep drink from the bottle before he just ever so lightly pushes on her shoulder. Wonder what her balance is like right now.]

[niwabi]

Yeaaaaup! [ ??? ] I'm one hundred AND ten percent fine!

[ Maybe if you take the one hundred part of her statement out, it's more accurate...

As if trying to prove a point, she proudly stands there with her hands on her hips, attempting to make it seem like she's unphased by the Fire-Water. (It's not working.) Even just a quick tap of Tartaglia's fingers makes her body wobble, swaying from side to side, left and right. The Harbinger's sobriety test manages to prove his point, even just the light push is enough for Yoimiya to lose her balance, falling into the water while landing on her butt. ]

Heeeey! What was that for Master, Lord, Commander... [ Where did she get this from??? ] Childe, Tartaglia?

[monoceroscaeli]

Hahahaha! Commander? Now you're just making things up, hahaha! You're drunk, Yoimiya, hahaha...

[Oh, that was too much, watching her fall flat on her butt right back into the water like that. His eyes close for a moment while he laughs, bent over holding his stomach, unable to hold back. Oh, poor Yoimiya, she's definitely drunk, he should have told her to be a little more careful with the Fire-Water, but this has made it all worth it.

When his eyes open again and he straightens himself, the world seems to spin a little too fast, and he takes one step forward and stumbles. He knew it was going to hit soon but not this soon, and it's only now that he remembers that a majority of the food he ate was at the festival, and it's been a good amount of time since then. The only thing that's saved him is his alcohol tolerance, but it seems to be crashing down on him as he takes another wobbly step forward that only results in him clumsily trying to keep his balance only to fail.]

Woah-!

[Water splashes up all around him as he sort of half slides, half falls over onto his butt next to her, somehow miraculously keeping the bottle upright. But despite that, he feels his body sway, leaning into her even though he just bit it too.]

Whoops, I suppose I spoke too soon, huh?

[He's feeling really good, pressing his cheek against hers as he leans, before pulling back, his face flushing red from the alcohol. His next words are unabashed and falling from his mouth, the filter slowly being removed as he takes another swig of the Fire-Water.]

You're gorgeous, Yoimiya...have I told you that yet?

[niwabi]

[ The sheer AUDACITY of this man.

Thanks to her brain being in such a drunken haze, it's a bit difficult to process what's going on but the one thing she can make out is the sounds of Tartaglia's obnoxious laugh echoing throughout the onsen. Yoimiya visibly splutters at this brat, looking a bit ruffled at him doubling over with laughter. But before she could get up to spout out even more silly drunken nonsense, karma seems to have gotten ahold of him and now it's his turn to land on his butt. The sight of a equally drunk Tartaglia sends her into a fit of giggles. ]

Hahaha, you sure did! It's like that one saying, you sow what you reap.

[ ... Yeah, she's totally plastered.

Her own laughter finally subsides, the all too familiar feeling of warmth flutters in her heart at the unabashed way he calls her gorgeous. Between the Fire-Water and this wild Harbinger, national treasures hailing from Snezhnaya are out here to spell her doom. ]

Mm, I think I recall you saying something similiar when we were in the dressing room. Y'know, right after you took the sarashi off my chest.

[ Yoimiya has never been one to hold back when it comes to voicing her thoughts but the combination of being drunk and in his presence makes her want to drop any sort of lingering inhibitions she might have. There's a hint of stumbling as she perches up to sit on her knees, but somehow, she manages to avoid falling over again. Leaning against him, one of her hands reaches out to pull on his harness, gently tugging him down to meet with her. She presses her forehead against his, lips brushing with his own, just barely short of an actual kiss. ]

You're so sexy, Tartaglia. Being with you makes me feel like I'm the luckiest gal in all of Teyvat...

[ As those words depart from her lips, she closes the little distance between them to pull him into a messy kiss that she's been craving for this whole time. ]

[monoceroscaeli]

[Hmmmm, maybe he did give her that compliment when he was undressing her. He doesn't quite remember that, as the alcohol begins to hit him harder and harder as the seconds tick by. He definitely remembers admiring her breasts though, and on that thought, he quickly eyes them up again just for good measure. He doesn't even notice her screwing up the reap what you sow saying, just accepting it as is, like she'd made no mistake in the first place.

But when she gets up on him a little, leaning on him and grabbing his harness, he knows he's doomed now. He follows obediently, a drunken smile plastered to his face as their foreheads press together, finding himself closing his eyes and making an attempt to chase her lips as she brushes them with her own. But his drunken brain can't figure out how to turn his head, only managing to go absolutely nowhere as her words buzz against his lips, making him sigh with want. He loves the compliment, truly music to his ears, Yoimiya playing his ego like a professional as he sinks into their kiss.]

Mmmmmmmmffffffhhhhh...

[The moan that bubbles up from his throat is loud, greedy, and shameless. Tartaglia kisses her back with a fervor that's enhanced by how happily drunk he is, letting his tongue dance with hers, feeling a craving for her begin to build once more. His kiss is sloppy, but he hardly notices, finally breaking by catching the bottom of her lip with his teeth and pulling back on it playfully before letting go. Lust clouds his eyes, the bottle of Fire-Water set down behind them now so he has two free hands.]

You're sure you're the lucky one here? Because I'm pretty sure I won the lottery by meeting you.

[Because he feels like he's the one who scored big on this. His profession can be lonely a lot, not allowing him to get close to others. Tartaglia pushes in to kiss her again, uttering words of praise and admiration between each kiss, unable to stop himself.]

You're kind ... adventurous ... a little wild ... fierce ... competitive ... giving ... a bit of a trouble maker ... and stunning. Archons, Yoimiya, you're perfect...

[Both hands come up to cup her face, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss, as if he needed her there just to breathe. Ah, and it looks like he's gotten hard again on top of it, even if he doesn't realize it.]

[niwabi]

[ If Yoimiya wasn't already intoxicated, her lover's loud, unabashed moan would have surely made her drunk just from his carnal reaction alone. She takes great pleasure in the sensual way he bites and tugs on her bottom lip, moaning in response to send him signals of encouragement to chase his own pleasure, that he's welcome to be a little rougher because she enjoys it all the same. She's so helplessly addicted to him past the point of no return.

His sweet words of praise is like music to her ears. It wouldn't surprise her in the slighest if he turned out to be one of the most highly sought out men in Snezhnaya. Tartaglia has it all: drop dead handsome features, charming personality, incredible muscular physique, mora to carelessy throw around. There's no doubt that he's more than capable of catching the attention of anyone he wants. So, for someone of his stature to call a simple girl like her perfect, it's almost hard to believe. No one has ever showered her with this much appreciation before.

He's touched her heart in ways nobody else has. Even with the alcohol taking over her brain, the desire to shower him with the same amount of affection and love he's given her will never waver. She sloppily returns each one of his kisses, hands feverishly roam across his body to feel every crevasse of his well defined muscles. ]

Tartaglia... you're... mm .... like a dream. You're... all... I think about. Ah... Everything about.... you is.... incredible.

[ Although she doesn't want to break away, the need to breathe is starting to set in. As she's taking a quick moment to catch her breath, the sensation of something hard poking her thigh captivates her attention. Upon glancing down, she catches the sight of his stiff erection halfway bobbing out of the water. Considering how much tension has built up over the course of their intense make out session, it's not exactly unexpected that he would get aroused again but she's still impressed at his new found vigor. ]

Ah... Tartaglia. [ Admist her heavy panting, she flickers her gaze to look at his face once more. She's not sure if he's even aware of his own arousal but her beloved deserves to feel good. Her body is always ready and willing to give him what he desires. ] You're hard again.

[ Her own eyes are glazed with lust as she slyly opens her legs, inviting him to have his way with her anyway he pleases. ]

Are you sure you weren't kidding about round three?

[monoceroscaeli]

[He could shower her with praise all night if she let him. His family background always was loving and warm, even when his father had to show some tough love to him when he was younger. It shows in how he treats Yoimiya, his mind singing her praises when his mouth isn't. Her touch makes his body feel like it's on fire, her voice a sweet song that he could listen to forever. And now that he's drunk, those feelings come out tenfold, including the ones that crave for her body.

He looks down in a haze, intoxicated on Fire-Water and her words, to see himself poking up out of the water. It makes him laugh, as if there was the proof that he's been completely ensnared by Yoimiya's charm, looking back up at her with his own sly grin. She knows exactly what he wants, letting his hand snake down to her groin once more to rub her clit playfully with his fingers.]

Well, I was kidding before...

[That is, until all of this happened and now he's sitting here with a giant boner because his girlfriend is incredible and sexy.]

...but now, I feel like I could handle you again. Maybe even a few more times, hahahaha.

[Well, that's what his drunk brain thinks. He reaches back for the Fire-Water once more, taking another swig and handing it to her to encourage her to finish it off. He's never had sex drunk either, so he wants to see what it's like and how fun it is.]

[niwabi]

[ All of her teasing aside, Yoimiya didn't seriously plan to go at it again. However, Tartaglia continues to prove that he's just that enticing, everything about him is so attractive that even without the drunken haze clouding her mind, she craves for him to fuck her over and over again. Once their mutual intoxication wears off, they will most definitely be sore and hung over upon waking up the next morning but it will be worth it. Her boyfriend spent a lot of currency to ensure their final night in Inazuma is one they will always cherish, so it's only fair that he gets his mora's worth out of this place and her. She'll worry about the consequences later. ]

A few more times? That's kinda cocky of ya to say, Tartaglia.

[ Yes that pun is intentional—

The excitable blonde happily accepts the Fire-Water, bringing the bottle to her lips. A shameless moan bubbles out of her lips as the combination of the burn hitting the back of her throat and Tartaglia's fingers rubbing her clit feels like heaven. After finishing the remaining contents of alcohol, she sits there with her legs eagerly spread open, wanting to indulge in the sensation of her lover's fingers pressing into her core. ]

Hehe, I'm curious to see if you can live up to your words... Oooh...!

[ As good as his fingers feel, she's already been spoiled by how good his dick is and can't help but yearn for something bigger. Shifting her position, she unfortunately, has to pull away from his hand in order to set the empty bottle on the rocky ledge. Now with her back turned towards him, she places her palms on the railing, getting down on all fours to present him with a full display of her plump, round ass. ]

Are ya ready, big boy?

[ She glances over her shoulder to wink at him, wiggling her hips to show just how ready and willing she is for him. ]

[monoceroscaeli]

[Truthfully, he's not sure how long he'll last now, but he's also curious to see if he's going to live up to his words, or if he really will fall asleep in the onsen afterwards. The man is definitely ready to give it a try and see, his eyes following Yoimiya as she turns her back to him. But it seems she's got ideas of her own, thrusting her ass right towards him with that look on her face.

Archons, this girl is tantalizing, and if his boner could get harder it would.

Tartaglia responds with his eyes widening in amusement, moving to his knees as he places himself right in front of her proffered butt. Both hands glide over her cheeks, admiring her soft skin, worshipping the sight before him as he pays every inch of it special attention. He grips into it, lifting her hips just enough where he can see her vagina, letting out a sharp breath at how perfectly sculpted every inch of her is. He gives a quick slap to one of her cheeks before guiding himself inward, pressing himself at her entrance but not allowing him to slide in yet.]

You know, if I'm not careful, you're going to turn me into a lecher of sorts.

[Drunk, horny, craving her, it's a dangerous formula. And he could get used to this too, indulging in her any time she called for him. He laughs as he applies the slightest bit of pressure, his head poking just inside now, to tease her a little. He can't help but do so, since she was so eager to present herself.]

You know I'm always ready. Now you're just using the beautiful body the gods granted you to lure me in even farther. How unfair, Yoimiya. You know I'm already weak against your advances...

[He says as he presses himself in to slip his head inside a centimeter more, acting like he's try to resist...when that's hardly the case.]

[niwabi]

[ Just his hands touching her rear sends a shiver of ecstasy down her spine. Although she can't see his expression, his tantalizing touches alone are proof enough that he's very much enjoying the view of her ass and she couldn't be any prouder knowing that she's the one driving this incredible man into the depths of lust with her. The sudden slap to her cheeks causes her back to arch in response, drawing out a delightful moan from the back of her throat. Ah... who would have thought that just that light smack to her ass would feel so good?

Finally, she can feel his head poking at her folds and she's beyond thrilled, bracing herself to be filled with him once again but... that moment doesn't seem to come to pass? The absolute audacity of this man! ]

Mm, is there a problem with that? I'd let you fuck me every single day if that's what your heart desires.

[ Although she didn't realize it at first, being with Tartaglia has unleashed a hurricane of lewd desires within her, causing her to accept that she is quite the degenerate at heart. If anything, she's quite proud of the idea of turning her beloved into a lecher. Whenever he wants it, she'll be happy to let him use her body in any way he pleases.

If he finally sticks it in that is! Hearing his obnoxious laugh causes her flushed face to gaze at him from over her shoulder, staring at him with an annoyed pout. ]

As if you have any room to talk about being unfair. Lord Tartaglia is being so mean teasing me like this...

[ She wants his dick so badly that she's finally willing to say his title correctly.

As good as the tip feels, it's simply not enough, she's a greedy girl that craves every inch of him. She hitches a breath, letting out a string of needy, terrible whines as he agonizingly pushes in a mere centimeter. Why is he being so difficult? If she had any rational thoughts left, it would dawn on her there was no way he'd be able to hold himself back any longer but she's both drunk and horny. The only thing running through her drunken mind is how much she desires his massive dick. Not even caring about how desperate she might appear, the impatient blonde starts rocking her hips in an attempt to coax him into sliding deeper inside her. Put it in! ]

[monoceroscaeli]

[An amused hum comes out of him, listening to her call him Lord Tartaglia. Seems she's finally willing to say it right, though he's hardly the type to require her to ever really use any of his titles. But right now, it definitely has a ring to it, happily swaying a little in his drunken stupor accompanied by a giggle. Those needy whines are like music to him, knowing that she's craving for him to sink inside of her and let bliss wrack her body once more.

She's even trying to coax him, her hips pulling him inside ever so slightly to give him a taste of paradise. Tartaglia hisses sharply at the sensation, amused at her antics and shooting her a smug grin.]

You were so eager, I couldn't help myself. But it's hardly my place to keep you from your deepest desires, so just relax and take me in.

[There's no hesitation as he pushes himself completely inside, letting out a loud, drunken cry of satisfaction as he sinks all the way inside of her. Her walls are still just as inviting as before, causing him to grip into her butt a little tighter as hot and heavy breaths come out of him. The angle here is different, and it's so good, beginning his thrusting with loud wails of her name while he's practically pulling her into him as they connect.]

Yoimiya, ohhhhhh, look at what you're doing to me...

[Waves of pleasure drown his thoughts, unable to keep his mouth shut due to the lack of inhibitions from the alcohol, his hands gripping into the soft, supple skin of her hips. Every thrust earns an uninhibited moan of delight, as if he were trying to tell the world how much he loves fucking her.]

I'm so addicted to you...

[He thrusts a little harder, feeling himself hit her back wall, drunk with pleasure and want. And he's so loud, whining and wailing without abandon, not caring in the slightest if he's heard.]

...I want to fill you again and again, oh Yoimiya, you feel so wonderful...

[niwabi]

[ In a flash, Yoimiya is no longer pouting and is instead, moaning in pure, unadulterated bliss when he finally gives her what she's been waiting for, sliding himself all the way in. The girth of his shaft continues to be amazing as ever, she's gotten a bit used to his size by now but the way she stretches around to eagerly accept him feels absolutely incredible. It truly is like they are the perfect fit for one another. ]

Ooh, yes! Lord Harbinger's huge dick feels so good...

[ She knew that being taken in this position would be good but archons, it's so much better than she anticipated. A loud, intoxicated cry gets drawn out of her from the sensation of him filling her to the brim and hitting the end of her wall. Somehow, it feels like he's even deeper inside than earlier and she can't get enough of it. Everything about this angle is just so carnal, so raw that it makes her feel as though they are two animals whose sole purpose is to mate with each other.

Tartaglia's animalistic moans are like the sweetest of symphonies. He's being so loud and she loves listening to the uninhibited primal urges in his voice. With every thrust, her own voice grows in volume, her drunken stupor mind not caring in the slightest if someone heard them having sex. She wants the world to know that she loves getting fucked by the Harbinger and that her body belongs to him alone. ]

Archons, yes! R-Right there, Master Childe... ngh—! Please... take me over and over again. I want to be filled by you all night long...

[ Each buck of his hips sends her spiraling down the depths of pleasure, squealing in delight at his perfect cock hitting just the right spot. Her hands tightly grip the railing, rolling her hips upwards to match his rhythm, encouraging him to fuck her as deep and hard as he can. ]

Ah! Ahh...! Harder! Don't stop...!

[monoceroscaeli]

[Never would he of imagined how much he'd love hearing him being called by his titles like this, filling him with a sense of pride and accomplishment as she wails and moans his name underneath him so. He laughs wickedly, obviously because he's too intoxicated to realize how dumb he probably sounds and how very unlike him it is to do so in this kind of situation. But he's having fun, and his mind is being driven by the lust that courses through him.]

You finally address me properly... hahaha... now, don't ever forget who your Harbinger is, Yoimiya...

[He bends over, still thrusting as deeply as he can, letting his chest lie on her back as he steadies himself against the railing himself. One hand comes up to fondle her breast, and he takes all the pleasure in taking advantage of his height to let his head crane down next to her ear as he continues to sink deeper inside of her.]

Swear your loyalty to me, and serve me until your dying breath. In return, you'll gain all the glory of Snezhnaya, and I will grant you your every desire...

[He moans again, throwing his head back with bliss when he hits a particularly good spot inside of her, bringing it back down to begin to kiss the back of her neck.]

Yoimiya, I can't bear to be without you, swear it to me...Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....

[His groan reverberates off the walls of the onsen, and his pace quickens- he's about to lose it, and nothing is going to stop him from filling her to the brim. He shakes and sputters, trying to form more words but no longer can, the chase to reach his own high finally having overtaken him.]