insurmountable | we swore that death will do us part / they'll call our crimes a work of art

[A Fatui Harbinger's work is truly never finished, and Childe finds himself treading across the grass from a dirt path leading into Mikage Furnace, surveying the area.

He'd gotten and read the reports, knowing full well that Lumine and a certain Fontaine engineer named Xavier had repelled a lot of their forces from inside, noting how the barrier has been dispersed completely from the prior reports that had been sent back to Snezhnaya. Electricity still buzzes in the area, the dark energy from the Tatarigami visible around the base of the floating, rocky structure. Forges lay silent, the area still relatively unsafe for any workers to enter due to the monsters still inside, and some Fatui also remain, doing research. All in all, it's an interesting sight to say the least, as the Harbinger strides inside from the northern entrance towards the center of the area.

Anything that pops up to attack are easily dispatched, water blades dissipating from his hands as he skates across the water to stand in the middle of the island there, looking up at the floating metal encasing that holds the power of a fallen god.

It's a pretty remarkable sight, understanding exactly why Dottore would be interested in this place. The research on the energy here is thick even with the repairs done to the furnace, feeling it prickle the hair on his arms. A smug smile crosses his features, his battle senses picking up that he's not here alone, turning around to greet the one who'd followed him inside, probably curious to see what he was doing here and trying to figure out what he's up to.

As he turns, his arms splay out in front of him, giving his friend a warm smile as he greets her.]

Greetings, comrade. Imagine running into you here.

[He's not being sus at all, nope.]

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[He hums thoughtfully to himself as he works his fingers inside of her, appreciating how hot Lumine sounds, her arching back the exact reaction he was hoping for once he'd filled her, soothing that empty ache inside of her. He'd never imagined how attractive she would be to him in his grasp like this, always only focused on getting stronger to meet her in their spars and finally, one day, their battle to the death once he'd conquered the world.

But now, their battle is different, and it's one that only results in the both of them winning. Dark, whispered words of yes and obey her flit through his addled mind, speeding his rhythm up to match her need, wanting nothing more than to make her feel incredible and to give her the release she's seeking.

A release that he wishes to give her over and over again, wanting nothing more than to pleasure her endlessly while they reside in the teapot. He's happy to do it, and wants to do it. The thought of leaving this realm doesn't cross his mind- it's as if he's forgotten completely why he even came here in the first place, not that it matters to him anymore. His purpose now is to do one thing: to serve, and that's what he intends to do.]

Of course.

[Childe's thumb circles her clit with more force, pressing in on it as his own arousal throbs against her back, unable to keep himself from groaning again as his own coil gets wound so tight it's almost unbearable. But he holds himself, tells himself to control it so he can give her one of the many orgasms he plans on giving her here, knowing that in the end it would be well worth the wait.]

Lumine...

[He moans again, pressing himself tighter to her back, plunging his fingers deep inside of her sex, gripping and kneading her breast like it may be the last time he has the opportunity. His words are like a dark spell, cast upon her to finally grasp what's "his."]

...come for me. [The side of his head brushes against her own, jaw agape as he presses open-mouthed kisses to the bottom of her jawline.] So I can pleasure you more, and give you exactly what you want.

[ Her breath becomes ragged and her head lolls to the side, into the press of his lips and tongue and teeth. Her body feels tight and light and one large, throbbing pulse. Her eyes flutter shut, letting her concentrate solely on the sensations of the pad of his thumb stimulating her pearl and the tip of his manhood nudging the swell of her ass.

She feels good, he feels good, and it's completely dizzying and electrifying. This is it. This is what she was made for. What he was made for. Their joint purpose. It's simple and it's beautiful and she's so hungry, so eager, to devour him for the rest of the foreseeable future. ]

Yes!

[ Her voice is breathless, and her hips, still grinding her pelvis into his digit, are beginning to stutter. She's so close now; she can practically taste the white-hot ecstasy on her tongue and it only makes her more excited. ]

I'm... I'm gonna...

[ Lumine ... come for me.

It's impossible tell if that just naturally does it for her or if it's the black magic eating a hole into her soul. Either way, she's spilling over with a high keen. ]

Coming! I'm--ah-- Ajax!

[ Her orgasm sweeps through her, bowing her body sharply, thrills lighting her up from sex to toes to breasts. It would be easier to tell that she's reached her peak if not for the water. Even so, the walls of her sex ripple and contract greedily around his fingers. He'll feel his own echo of pleasure, having served well. Not enough to let him come, not yet, but there is an absolute promise. Soon. ]

[Greedy waves of satisfaction roll through him as her body arches and squirms to the touch of his fingers against her until she finally comes. Her body shuddering beneath him, her slick, wet sex contracting around his fingers with the wail of his name - Ajax - hot on her lips. She might as well of been singing in dulcet tones for him, enjoying how in her primal need, she sings for him his birth name rather than his Fatui assigned ones. It makes him shudder himself down to his core, feeling his mind latch onto her even more as she comes down from her high, slowly removing his fingers from her to give her only a moment's rest.

A small wave of pleasure that begins in her body reaches his own, their connection resulting in his own arousal happily throbbing even harder as if something had stroked it and stimulated it without even being touched. The presence inside of him celebrates with glee, a feeling that reflects in his own expression, unaware of the ever-tightening hold it has on him. Promises of being able to indulge in his own desires echo through his head, but knowing that first his princess must be taken care of first before he can even think to ask her to return the favor.]

Haha...didn't do too bad of a job, now did I?

[Washing his hand off in the water, it rejoins his other hand in lightly massaging her breasts, making sure that she stays stimulated but still giving her the opportunity to relax and enjoy the coming down of her own climax.]

Hahaha...I never knew you'd be so cute, comrade. We can keep going, if you desire. I loved hearing you call my name like that...

[Small affectionate kisses, very much in contrast to the ones he'd been lavishing on her during her climax, are administered to the back of her head and to her neck, almost as if he were worshipping the body he'd just made dirty with his fingers. A soft sigh escapes his lips, appreciating her smooth skin, letting himself drown in thoughts of how he'll be touching it more, making her squeal and sigh for him...among other, darker things.]

[ Lumine shivers under the brush of his lips, his nose, his breath, head tilting back on her neck again as her scalp prickles. She just came--but she feels like she could start all over again. So his suggestion to keep going? That might be the most delightful thing she's heard come out of his mouth so far.

She twists around, slick skin slipping underneath his hands until her chest is pressed to his and her own arms can twine around his neck. She goes onto her tip toes and leans up into him as she drags him down, making the metaphysical physical. ]

You're not allowed to stop now.

[ Her eyes are hooded, fogged, and where there ought to be gold, perhaps amber, is a muddy bronze. It should be disturbing, but all he'll feel as he finds himself looking into them is the sensation that he is falling down deeper, into comfort, into his sexual fantasies, into a deep hole from which he will never come out of. Never want to come out of.

She runs a hand down and then up the curve of one pec, toying with his nipple for a change. ]

We've hardly started having fun.

[His skin prickles with excitement even as her arms wrap around his neck, brought down easily by such a simple gesture and a few words that feel more like a law rather than a seductive statement. But it's a law he's happy to follow, appreciating the view of how Lumine's breasts press to his chest, and how her eyes seem to put him into a sort of trance that feels as if he's falling endlessly into those golden irises. Childe's eyes seem to slowly gloss over the longer he gazes into them, with every little dirty wish and fantasy he's ever had and then some surfacing at the forefront of his mind. Lumine has him completely in her grasp, and even the simple brush of her hand against his pectoral muscle is already sending him down a dark path that he may never return from.]

It's like you read my mind...

[Why would he dream of anything else but having sex with Lumine, he's not sure. It's as if he's slowly forgetting more and more about what he was supposed to be doing, focusing only on her as he closes the distance between them to slot his lips with hers, parting them to invite her in and deepen it as much as he possibly can. Needy moans bubble up from his throat with every pass of his lips against hers, languid yet firm in his caresses, as if he needed to drink all of her in just in case this would be the last time he'd ever get the chance.

Dark whispers float in to give their suggestions to him, voices that sound like his own that narrow his vision and force him to focus on one thing and one thing only.

Lumine. She's all that matters. Ignore the noise and forget about your cares and worries.

He breaks from to lose himself once more in those perfect, mesmerizing eyes of hers, feeling his lust grow and his want for her outweigh everything else.]

Would you like to continue here, or...

[He glances over at the mansion. He's down to please her wherever she sees fit.]

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