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She was someone born of flames.
... If said flames frolicked in an impish dance that gave him the most awful of headaches possible. Hu Tao was a bizzare mortal, that he could give; her humor said to be distasteful and her eyes aglow with passion for the souls of the dead.
Most humans ran at the sight of him. His adeptal energy was a dangerous thing, overwhelming even the strong-willed, but the stubborn girl whose veins carry on the blood of the renowned Wangsheng family was, to his chagrin, immune to the effects that would deter any normal human.
For reasons unknown to someone as detached to social cues as he, the girl insisted on seeing him.
He couldn't count on one hand the amount of instances wherein he would return to the balcony of the inn he protected, bruised and bloodied from one of the innumerable fights he was tasked to triumph, and would see the petite lady with hands scarred from her own polearm, leaning against the wall with a plate of almond tofu in her hands.
He'd prepared to vanish, then, but the girl had caught him so quickly that it disturbed him and his wise existence. After all, who was she, a small mortal with an even smaller plane of existence, to defy the laws of time and outspeed him before he could depart?
She'd greeted him with a playful grin and her tone dripped of a casual tone that one would use to address an old friend, her cheery words shaping his lips into a tight grimace: "Care to eat with me mister adeptus?"
Immediately after the words had been said, he decided not to entertain the girl whom he regarded with contempt because how informal one is to address an adeptus so easily? He had sensed what differentiated her from others, the calming, positive energy that cloaked her.
The girl of Wangsheng blood.
Seconds passed by, and he was already gone, the teal-imbued wind flicking for only a moment before its summoner had effectively left.
That didn't deter her, did it?
Time and time again she was back in the same area, almost precisely the same spot. Begrudgingly he admitted she bore ridiculous perseverance. He only spared her the briefest of appearances; a glimpse of his anemo, a glance at his youthful features, and then he was gone.
Was it something to admire? Personally, it was more of a burden than a product to appreciate. Eventually, on occasion, he had resorted to solemnly commanding her to exit and never show her face again, but still, the girl's cheeks flushed and her rosy lips upturned into a cheeky smile.
"No," she had told him. "Not until you eat with me."
He left when she told him that.
That still didn't deter her, did it?
It was one of those days where he was riled up from the hot, burning adrenaline of battle. The morning sun only served to fuel his simmering rage. The demons this time had managed to snag a claw wound that imprinted itself onto his back, creating a disfiguring scar laced with the dark arts. A magical wound.
It had, tragically, affected his physique and overall performance. Once Xiao floated down towards the balcony, the slight limp in his rough walk was caught no other than the girl with Wangsheng blood.
The audacity of this brave, brave mortal.
"Oho," the girl said, peering at his slowed pace, still clutching the almond tofu. "Even gods get hurt, huh?"
"I am not a god." He found himself replying despite of his silent resolve not to interact with the little mortal. "I am not even close to one, so I would prefer if you weren't to imply my powers are beyond my capabilities in actuality."
"Gotcha." She grinned. He was growing used to that grin, though the notion made him twitch with remarkable agitation. "Need help? If you die that would kind of help with the business, but I'm kind of fond of you now. Kind of. Just slightly." She drew her index finger and thumb together in a pinch, measuring her so-called fondness.
"Actually, what coffin do you like? Color? Preferred size of the funeral?"
Xiao paused.
He stared at her as if she were unhinged, and maybe she was. "You wish a deity to die?" The rumble of his voice was incredulous, disbelieving. The mortal was a bold little thing, but surely not this bold? "No, I do not require your assistance. And I certainly never will."
No, this bordered idiocy. Stupidity.
Ah, what was the term for it? Recklessness. And the recklessness of mortals caused death more often than not. She should be glad that he was one of the more merciful beasts, even as his reputation forsaked him. Anyone else would have punished her for her... Misdeeds.
Did this even count as a misdeed?
"Not at all. As I said, you're cool." She shredded a piece of the tofu and popped it into her mouth. He watched her lick her lips before facing away. "I'm just being factual, mister adeptus."
"You know I am an adeptus."
"Of course, that's why I'm here. My name is Hu Tao, pleased to meet you."
He grimaced. "I cannot say the same for you, Hu Tao. I assume you are of the Wangsheng bloodline."
"You assumed correctly. My grandpapa's famous, you know? Dunno if the same goes for the adepti realm." Hu Tao replied breezily, popping another piece of tofu. She licked her lips yet again, and the action was distracting. "I've always wanted to see an adeptus. So now I'm trying to befriend you. I heard epic tales of you from my grandpapa, and I read books as well. Anemo yaksha, right? Alatus?"
"I go by the name Xiao." He responded coolly, slightly entertained by the smooth flow of her words, enough to lull him into telling her his name. She talked as if it came easy, while he struggled to even formulate sentences without wanting to evade conversation. She embodied the opposite of his preferences, but even then, he was confused by how drawn he was to her. "And I will be leaving our little interaction at that."
A pulse of rippling pain on his shoulder, searing through the corded muscle. Hu Tao raised a brow. "You don't want some tofu? I thought I was correct when being told that you had a soft spot for the food."
"Indeed, I do," he answered, a little unsteady. "But unfortunately your presence is unappetizing."
He disappeared, but if he had stayed a moment longer he might've been entertained by her gaping mouth.
He thought that would end their continuous meetings, but not much to his surprise, she was back the second day.
"How's your shoulder?" Hu Tao asked. Almond tofu in her hands. "Archons you were kind of rude to me yesterday."
He ignored her question. "I have no debt to you, nor do I owe you any respect."
"True enough." She sounded unbothered. "You still haven't answered my question, and goodness, you're getting more and more talkative each day~!" A giggle that, for some reason, made his face feel hot. "You're so cute for that, mister adeptus."
"Xiao," he corrected instinctively, and Xiao didn't know how to react at her remark. She raised her shoulders in a quick rise that fell just as fast afterwards. It was humorous, that small action. Her smile was blinding now.
He thought he might've been teasing her. Crossing his arms, Xiao tilted his head, gazing at her intently; was the woman teasing? Joking? Or mocking? What exactly was the difference, and how does one tell it? He wasn't completely naive. In fact he could at least detect the sing-song of her tone.
"Just kidding. You're kind of hideous." She giggled. "Woops."
Before she could speak another word, he vanished yet again. Maybe this time he wouldn't come back.
The days passed similarly. Typically. Conflicting with his words he did come back, because Wangshu Inn was his home, and she the visitor. Albeit a little rude, but still a visitor of course.
It was surprising to the innkeeper that Hu Tao was able to keep coming back even as she and the adeptus residing there exchanged the fewest of words. She was mostly the one to carry their interactions, while he looked on with wordless scrutiny.
She had went from being an unwelcome nuisance to someone he tolerated. Her quips and jokes were stabs to his hearing, although he tolerated her enough to understand her humor. And, to his reluctance to admit... They were becoming acquaintances. Maybe more than that.
What was the term for it? Friends.
It was the sort of in-between in the middle of friends and acquaintances, with the sheer lace of annoyance. Yes, she was annoying, but it was the type of annoyance he simply couldn't help but let a chuckle out on.
He still didn't know how to classify their relationship. For now, he would only say that he tolerated her.
Xiao chuckled. How irritating.
After a few weeks of their companionship, she had brought up the subject that he dreaded she would notice at any moment.
"You know, mister adeptus,"
That damned nickname again. He stared at her impassively as she sliced the dessert meant for him in half. She swallowed it in a single, earnest gulp. Her throat bobbed up and down as she did so, cueing him to let his gaze wander to the wooden flooring.
What was wrong with him? Centuries of not being able to entertain the more primal half of him had resulted in a tendency to creep on the girl, but he was always respectful enough to squash the thoughts down. Her voice shook him from his guilt.
"—you're always looking at me weirdly."
His golden eyes sharpened, snapping up to meet hers. His pulse spiked. "What are you implying with that?" Xiao's offense laid itself plain and clear in the growl that slipped from his lips.
"Like, I dunno," A smirk. She was smirking at him, all smug and confident, and archons he wanted to wipe it off her face. Scare it off of her face. "Like you want me."
His fists tightened. The yaksha shifted position. One more sentence coming from her pretty mouth and he might just disappear again, this time to relieve pent up frustration he would never show to anyone else but his reflection.
She quickly placed the now clean plate down and raised her hands, noticing the subtle change of his stance. "Hey, now," her eyes widened, as though genuinely surprised she had provoked such a strong reaction from the stone-faced deity. "I was kidding."
"You are always kidding, mortal." He said, and although it was spoken in the same dry register he used, it was more breathy. Less controlled. She caught it, her lips twitching. "If you view me as one of your practical jokes then perhaps we should end our meetings now, and never meet again."
"I don't." She said. "I... I really don't I was just... What if I told you I also..." Her face flushed, and archons he would have jumped her, then, if it weren't for his conscience screaming at him, telling him of all the wrongs that would go about if he as much as laid a finger on her neck.
She would look so small under him, so pretty and breakable, so lovely and someone he'd worship more than the god of contracts himself, and yet...
He didn't do it.
Instead, the jade spear materialized in his hand, a natural reaction to stress. In the same heartbeat she was reaching out to him, her fingers shy of touching his wrist—
He pulled back before they could make contact, teeth gritted. "Do. Not. Touch. Me." Each word punctuated by his mounting aggravation, Hu Tao flinched, took the hint, and finally stepped backwards.
He thought he could feel her heart racing against his own quickened pulse, so far from where he stood. He was climbing the balcony, the breeze making his movements graceful and free. The adeptus, evidently, was about to jump, so desperate as to avoid her words. His carefully masked face didn't betray a fragment of his frustration.
"Mis- Xiao, let's talk it out," she called to him, although it was too late. Rushing forward, Hu Tao slammed into the railing, just in time to see Xiao swiftly dive into the plains below.
The leaves of the great tree looming over the inn rustled in its clusters of green, and the yaksha of wind was no more.
In the same day, Hu Tao isolated herself within the lofty confines of her bedroom, and fucked herself until she wept tears, to the thoughts of a semi-mortal being. The guilt settled in shortly after.
It was a few weeks after when they meet again. His expression had returned to its vacant, unreadable features, untouched by any emotion. She would have teased him, but Hu Tao was at a loss for words after what had occurred.
The tension was thick. Awkward. Hu Tao was a person who didn't fare in atmospheres that didn't have chatter in the air. Usually she had something to say, but now she was rendered speechless.
Especially... Thinking back to what she had done last night. It still colored her face red, so she didn't dare try to reminisce longer than necessary.
Not that it was necessary to think of it all. It was... Just a pleasure. A guilty one, at the very least. The curling near the pit of her abdomen substituted for the self-hatred that came in the aftermath.
She didn't eat the almond tofu, didn't even touch it. Instead, gathering the courage to speak to him, she placed the plate of dessert on one of the tree branches that grew over the railing, careful to balance it and not let it topple down. Surely it would break from the great heights.
A beat of silence passed. And then she tucked her hands behind her back, lip trembling.
"Lookie," said Hu Tao, lightly nudging it closer to the statue of a male. "You can eat it, now, I'm not hungry."
He glanced towards the dish, then at her, keeping his brooding stare trained on her puckered mouth. "I am surprised. Your little streak of stealing what was an offering has come to a halt."
"It wasn't an offering. Rather, it was an invitation to dine. We were going to eat together, yeah?"
His lip twitched; he seemed amused by her confident sentiments. Hu Tao thought his eyes had flashed with something dark, something near obsessive, or possessive. His words came slowly, flowed slowly into her ears. "I never did plan on eating with you, Hu Tao."
"Unfortunately you have no choice but to eat now. You don't want to waste food! It's against the morals of a yaksha!" She exclaimed. The blossoms in her amber-hued gaze glittered. "I'm not wrong."
"You pose that as more of a statement than a question," said Xiao. The hum of amusement was there, just on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't let it escape. She didn't think he'd ever sincerely express his emotion, always hiding it beneath layers upon layers of superficial faces.
Maybe it was part of being a deity.
"You said my presence is unappetizing." She smiled, and then took a step forward. Mentally, of course. Not physically. A devilish baring of her teeth. "Maybe it's the almond tofu that is unappetizing, and you would like to eat me instead. Sometimes the history scrolls say you're a big bad man-eating monster when your karmic debt worsens."
Hearing her, the yaksha drew closer, the jade spear in hand. The bashful nature from weeks ago was gone. He carried himself with a relaxed, detached confidence.
"You're unpredictable. Disrespectful." He commented absent-mindedly, but there was no bite in his register. "One moment you are offering almond tofu, the next you dare to dance around the topic of my karmic debt."
She raised her brows, unphased. "So I've been told. You must be aware of my rather notorious reputation in Liyue." An unbothered chuckle slipped from her lips.
"I can see why."
"Oh, I'm hurt, mister adeptus!"
"Xiao." He murmured, then he paused, short inches away from her face. "Where did you even hear about my history? It is not common knowledge."
"I just guessed."
"You are lying."
She tapped at the base of her skull, on her temple. "All in here. I got it from my scrolls. My grandpapa is famous for more than his line of work." Hu Tao's pride in her grandfather's achievements was present in her usual conversation. She didn't hesitate to switch the topic to him. "But I also had help from a friend at the funeral parlor."
She reached over and tapped his polearm, and he stilled his movements to inspect her soft, lively features, which were now entirely fixated on the primordial craft. "My weapon, however, is another story. I'm self-taught." She glided her fingers over the
intricate blade. "This isn't any normal weapon, is it? It's enchanted."
He watched as blood bloomed on the tips of her fingers, watched as she reeled her hand back with a surprised noise and rounded eyes.
"It is," he confirmed with a low, husky chuckle. "And that is why it is dangerous to handle. It is not a simple playtoy. You are lucky I let you handle it, if only just for a moment."
Hu Tao lifted her own spear, wincing at the wound that cut her skin. Her blade was just as elegant and refined, but surely not as powerful as his. It was her prized beauty. "Then how about a sparring session, then?"
"You are a reckless girl." The statement was hissed.
"You only live once," Hu Tao retorted cheerily. "And I must boast of having defeated one of the mighty yakshas in battle to my friends!"
Not that any other Yakshas were alive to adhere to the deranged proposition.
He made no comment on her sure reply.
"Fine then. Firstly we must rid the blood on your flesh." He muttered. He looked distracted. Surprise overtook her; she hadn't expected him to give in to the idea so easily, thought he might have fought a little harder.
She wasn't given much of a warning when he seized hold of her hand, and in the following second her loose fingers were in-between his teeth. His tongue swiped over the surface, licking up the droplets of crimson, lathering her hand in a light sheen of saliva.
She smothered a whimper when their eyes met over the low, slick sounds. It was intimate. A bit too intimate.
"Now?" He asked, releasing her, breaking the stupor. Like what he'd done wasn't out of friendship boundaries. Hu Tao could hear her heart ramming against her ribcage. She thought it would burst out at any moment, into explosions of anticipation, explosions of lust.
She lusted for an inhuman, and somehow that only made the notion of sleeping with him more appealing. After the session she might just... Touch herself once more.
Of course her nimble fingers wouldn't compare to... To...
Her eyes were half-lidded as she peered up at Xiao. "Ready than ever, captain adeptus."
What she wasn't ready for was him swooping her up in his arms, both spears crushed between the heat of their bodies, as they leaped over the balcony and towards the general direction of Jueyun Karst.
And indeed, she would have screamed from the unexpected speed they were going. If the rushing wind had allowed her to.
They landed relatively peacefully. Face buried into the yaksha's chest, Hu Tao finally cracked an eye open to take in the change of surroundings. They had arrived on the uppermost peaks of the home of the adepti. Dizzying heights awaited her, a steep drop could kill her at any moment.
The clouds here were thick and vast, enshrouding the mystical stone they stood on. She peered over the edge, glimpsing mossy stones probably as old as her ancestors, maybe even older. She glimpsed cranes that fluttered down to rest from their flocks. She glimpsed marble statues and staircases.
Jueyun Karst... It was a territory known to be exceptionally dangerous to those who were outsiders. The adepti that guarded their abodes were fierce and punishing, almost merciless. And one of them had taken her here, welcomed her (perhaps to her insistence), and she was very, very glad she wasn't technically an outlander due to this.
"Are you planning to let me go so we can fulfill your challenge?"
His bored drawl made her blink. Realizing that she had still been clinging to the said adeptus for all this time, Hu Tao loosened her grip with a squeak and found herself falling on her behind. She thumped down.
"Well I have now." She answered, readjusting her hat carefully as she glanced around her in awe. Was it a figment of her hopeless imagination, or had he made sure that the garment hadn't been blown away? "Thanks for not making my hat fall."
He blinked slowly, as if genuinely bewildered by her gratitude. "You had mentioned once before that it is important to you. I do not forget easily."
"Okay, old man." Her laugh was sweet. "Gods, just accept the thanks."
The way he spoke reminded her of a certain friend. Suspiciously so. He narrowed his eyes wordlessly and stretched his arms. The toned skin emphasized his lithely muscled frame, flexing the muscle gained from years of experience on the battlefield.
He picked up the hilt of his weapon, then tossed the other towards her.
She caught it effortlessly, proceeding to use it as a tool to help her stand up. "Aha, alright then, just give the signal and I'll—"
"There is no signal," said a cold voice beside her ear, and just when she turned to meet Xiao, she had been knocked off her perch. Nearly toppling over, Hu Tao managed to steady herself as well as grasp her staff mid-air. She turned to where he was before, but the adeptus was nowhere to be found.
The speed was unimaginable.
"That's unfair!" She gasped.
"You must always be prepared." Another whisper. "All is fair in war."
In the next second, she felt someone kick at her legs, making her stumble once more. Irate, she swung herself and used the blunt edge of her polearm to hit the speedy blur, setting it aflame as to confuse him.
It backfired. Moments upon the fiery light composing itself, he twisted her weapon against her, igniting the loose threads of her shorts.
Wait... Her shorts? Her eyes widened.
She didn't even put up much of a fight as she was pinned to the ground, her staff slamming hard into the rocks beside her. The sheer power of the slam had the earth itself crumble, and a shallow hole was formed.
Hu Tao's defeat had been expected. His weapon was pointed at her neck, just above the lethal artery, the blade neatly slicing over the skin.
His gaze was dark. "We are done."
She smiled at him. "That was quick, but I'm not going to lose so easily. I say another round."
So, she was defeated again and again, and she asked for a rematch the same number of times. No matter her capabilities, she was still human, and human flaws held her back. Through the session did he lecture her on her position, her stance, her everything, but still she could not triumph over him.
Now bruised and battered, she laid her head on stone. Her staff pierced the earth beside her once more and she was growing accustomed to him towering above her, his spear so close to the fluttering pulse in her neck.
He was panting. That, at least, had tired him out.
"Another round," she whispered. If he was slightly tired, then she was exhausted. Her breath came in quick, heavy spurts. "Please."
"No, we are done." He said.
"Admitting defeat so easily?" She giggled, much to his annoyance. "I could do this all day."
He withdrew the weapon, arching a brow down at her fatigued body, inspecting the wounds sustained. She must look even smaller, she knew, for moving an inch hurt her. She was sore, through and through. "It seems that you do not wish to actually fight me."
"Not really." Hu Tao's whisper was hushed. "If I can be honest... I want more. I haven't lost just yet."
He paused, looking over his shoulder, staring at her with a blank look. "Pardon?"
"You must be blind if you haven't noticed." She was slowly standing up, but collapsed into a tired sit. She reached her hands out, grabbed the blade of his weapon, and pulled it close. Reactively he approached her, strung along by his own polearm.
"Are you delirious right now?" He asked coldly, leaning down. She grabbed the polearm and propped her chin on it, a lazy grin painted across her solemn expression.
Xiao stared with flustering intensity. "... You must rest. You seem not to be in the right state of mind."
Hu Tao returned his gaze. "M-May I act it out, then?"
She didn't wait for his approval. Flicking her tongue out of her reddening lips, she licked a stripe up the handle of his weapon. He crawled backwards, surprise fleeting in his golden eyes, and she crawled after him, still panting, the jade spear lightly in her teeth.
"Hu Tao..." He breathed sharply when his back met one of the stone pillars erected on this mountain. "What are you..."
Her cheeks were dusted cherry red as she continued to caress the precious, dirty jade with her tongue, so close to him. "I-" Swallowing deeply, she stammered out a rather pathetic beginning, losing all the built-up confidence she'd had.
She didn't know what to do. She didn't know how to do it.
"I want to..."
The golden light of his eyes grew as shadowy as the pine trees of Wuwang Hill; there was now a sinful sparkle, a hint of misplaced, hungry depravation from the stoic adeptus. He understood, and Hu Tao wondered whether to be relieved or scared.
Xiao reached out, tucking a curl of brown hair behind her ear, then leaned forward, a whispered growl against her: "Take your uniform off."
The ghost of a predatory whisper on her earlobe, and she was eager to comply. She wasted not a second to unbutton the dark clothing, her hands shaky under the abrupt possessiveness he was enveloping her in. The crackle of adeptal energy typically didn't affect her, but now it has grown twice the normal strength, suffocating in the air while he watched her with sharp, attentive eyes.
It was overpowering.
Once she was bare before the the teal-haired deity, he pressed a harsh kiss against her skin and then maneuvered it so her front was against the stone pillar, and then another, and then another, until her body curled under all the attention she's being given.
"You're a little too eager, aren't you, princess?" He murmured in-between his hard kisses, the longer locks of his hair falling over an adoring, obsessive stare, brushing against her sensitive skin. His lips were parted, open-mouthed and slick against the soft curves of her body, his hands clutching possessively over her hips. "So impatient."
Pressed onto her collarbone in a multitude of coloring, in the little space between her breasts, his kisses were just so... Wet, as if he intended to leave a lasting mark with each one. He suckled until she bruised, until she cried and tugged at his scalp, black nails scraping down to his neck.
Splotches of red, pink, blue; the milky surface was draped with splotches of his teeth, imprints and bites and unnatural shapes dug into her flesh.
In return there must be red lines being ingrained into his skin with how she scratched at him.
He breathed on her nipple and it stiffened; a gasp was taken from her as he gave it a rough, ravishing lick. The adeptus was rewarded with a soft sob of his name.
"Xiao—"
Hu Tao was keening, only meek little whines falling from her lips as he grasped the small of her breasts, giving it a light squeeze. He seemed fixated on her chest area, specifically.
She couldn't help but laugh softly when he lathered yet another set of kisses on her chest, this time biting down. She gasped. "Do you have something up with my breasts?"
His lips twitched. "No, I am simply just imagining what it would be like if they were swollen with milk." And then his hand was against her abdomen, against the area where her unchanged womb would be. "And what it would be like if you were with my child."
Her hands shook were on his shoulders again, and a pretty blush coated her face thickly. "Wh-ah!" Hu Tao flushed as he bit down on her breast again, then a playful one on her perky nipple. "Hah... Let me speak for a moment!"
"I desire to shut you up until all your sentences are just cries," he spoke into her skin. Another bite on her neck, coated with saliva. The bites were punishing and hard. There was no mercy in them, no semblance of gentleness. "Preferably, cries of my name. Since it will be the only name you will know after this."
"T-That... Ah! Can't be." She rushed out, gasping. He wasn't giving her a break as his tentative fingers brushed over her dripping clit, smearing the mess of fluids over his hand, and then on the brown fuzz of hair near her wet cunt. "I know... Too many names. Important ones. Significant ones. Xiao- Wait, oh gods. I'm dirty, ah—"
"Dirty?"
He pulled back. Tears were gathering in her eyes.
"Honestly," he murmured with a twisted smile. There was nothing comforting about his low whispering. It was devoid of compassion, almost cruel. "The only thing dirty here is the fact you sucked on my spear."
Then there was shame. More tears sprung. Why was she being so sensitive? "I just... I didn't know how to..." Her watery gaze steeled, flashing mischievously. "I'm not ashamed of it, you know. Else I wouldn't have you."
"But you aren't going to have me." He said. "Not all of me."
Speechless. He always managed to render her speechless, but not this moment. Not now. Lifting the said spear, still caked with her spit, Xiao suddenly pressed the damp blunt end against her clit.
Hu Tao jolted. Her gasp was punctured, makeup smudged with sweat and tears and his wet, wet kisses. "You wouldn't!"
"It would be fitting, then, if the spear is the one that fucks you rather than me." He chuckled darkly. "Do you have any protest?"
She reached for his cock, tried to tilt her head downwards to see it. She was answered by him pushing her gently against the pillar, although the shove was firm. "I want your c..."
He raised a brow. "Say it."
"Your cock," she whispered. And then the cold jade was digging into her cunt again, which pulsated, sloshing her fluids. The smooth surface was cold, and not warm. Not natural. "Xiao please... I'll take it. But you'll have to promise me you'll be inside me after. You have to."
"Who said I will?" His tone was frosty, mocking. "A mere human cannot command me."
It was so cold. She closed her eyes, and the dewy tears were absorbed by her eyelashes. She opened them again and stared into his eyes, her eyes hooded, a little dazed. It was a silent challenge.
"If an object can grant me release and not the man before me," she told him. "Then I will take it." She grinned faintly. "Maybe it's even better than you, Xiao."
His eyes flashed, yet he wasn't provoked by her words. In the end, he was the one in control. "Thoughtlessly attempting to make me pity you? That will not work."
"I don't need your pity." Her reply was stubborn, but somehow, she knew it was not definitive. She refused to come begging to him for her own pleasure, but the twisting in her gut cried otherwise. Her dignity she protected, and it would not crumble as fast as her body.
She wanted him so badly.
With all the strength she could muster from her numb arms, she tugged the weapon from him and let it sink into her, stretching her from the rather thin girth. Her tight, virginal entrance—untainted, unused, and now an item belonging to a deity was going inside of her, claiming her body. Not a human, but an object.
Her breath hitched as she continued to move it inside her, fast and desperate, until it was all she could take. She squeaked, then, and then a low whine as she started to thrust it in and out, the long green pole creating lewd, wet noises with her body.
It felt so good. She continued to rut it into her, eyes half-closed in an impudent display of her enjoyment. Xiao seemed awed by her slow, languid sobs, observing her collapse against the pillar, the handle of his weapon squishing into her undoubtedly warm cunt.
She looked at the yaksha, face still tinted pink as she sputtered out her disoriented words. "Y-You were saying~? A-Ah..."
Her hands stuttered in their pace and it slowed, and slowed, until she was practically boneless, a helpless ragdoll. She whimpered at the loss of her pleasure.
He clicked his tongue. "Disappointing. Is that it? Now you need my help?"
She shook her head timidly, still stubborn. Her cunt throbbed; she desperately wanted to chase her release. It was so close. She was on the brink of it. She'd show him. Shifting her hips as she grinded against it, she unintentionally brushed across the tight bundle of nerves that settled inside her.
The sudden, overwhelming stimulation caused her knees to buckle. Hu Tao let out a shaky sob that made even the male's stoicism to falter, his eyes now wide and his pupils deep with arousal. More tears dropped down her cheeks, her flushed face a mess of her whimpers and cries and the leftovers of his rough kisses.
The jade spear fell with a clatter beside her, soaked to the brim with her messes.
She slipped down and her thighs shook with her first orgasm, seated. Her breathing was erratic; the worldview spun from her distorted vision. She reached for him weakly, trembling, incoherent babbles from her lips.
And then he was kneeling, nudging her thighs apart as he licked up the sloppy whites of her cum, as he did with her blood just earlier. Teal hairs tickled her inner thighs, brushing against her pelvis. Hu Tao whimpered, locking his head between in a desperate attempt to keep his hot tongue flat on her mushed hole, but alas after a few minutes of swallowing it up, he pulled away, not bothering to wipe his stained mouth.
Her pitiful attempts at keeping him there left her feeling empty and embarrassed at her failure.
Her face was hot. Everything was warm. His name was on her tongue, begging for him to kiss her.
But she was a stubborn, persistent little thing. Dainty she may be, but her resolve remained steadfast. He lifted an amused brow as she tried to grab the spear again, and he quickly kicked it behind him.
Her eyes widened. More tears. It was stroking the sadistic tendencies he contained.
She was so sensitive. So, so sensitive. A touch might make her fall apart.
Her voice was broken. A fragile sound, like it was glass that might just shatter any moment. "Please. Please."
He knelt down again, grabbing her chin; her eyes were cloudy, and she sniffled as he draped a light kiss on her mouth, his tone dipping low. "Is that all you can say?"
She nodded.
"Good." Xiao paused, thinking. He knew she was far too stubborn to give in, so for this once he would shake his own pride, and loosen his control. He softened. "I admit defeat. And now I shall kiss you."
He leaned in again and kissed her, hard, claiming. His tongue slipped into her mouth, engulfing hers. Their saliva mingled into a twisted, unethical mixture, but she couldn't care. Couldn't think to care. She had fucked herself dumb, and he was about to do the same, was he not? The gears in her head still functioned, but they only wept for him to break her until she could no longer stand on her own two feet.
He must have heard her mental prayer, for as they broke apart, he wiped the string of saliva that corded them together. Xiao's pupils were twice the size they initially were, his cheeks a pleasuring, pale pink, barely there yet visible all the same.
"I wish to ruin you for anyone else but me." It was stated as a promise. A warm, humid breath fanned across her cheek. "And then I'll have you for the short eternity we have."
"Then do it." She managed to utter, clawing at his shirt, at his pants, pleading with her actions. She was purposely stirring him up, retaking her fiery nature. "If you can."
Another challenge. She was full of challenges. Always. The bold parlor owner who lived on the cusp of death, who survived situations with practiced measure, with fearless eyes and her flaming vision discarded a little a ways from her.
In her own right did she overpower him. She was as wild as the yaksha himself.
He shed his clothing, practically ripping off his own attire. The anemo vision had been tossed hazardly next to her own glowing gemstone. Wasting no time, he grabbed her hips and crushed her unto the ground, and then he was folding her in half, her legs bent against her head.
She was a cheeky, outlandish girl with a penchant for chasing after deities. That was what he thought of her now, with emotion almost deemed fondness. He hissed at the stiffness of his cock, wasting no time to sink into her tight heat, until he molded her body into compliant perfection.
Hu Tao cried out at the change of position. It left her stunned from how intimate and debauched it was, letting an inhuman take her, letting him be the first to taint her.
Xiao pressed his forehead against hers, exhaling a relieved groan, coloring his moon-like complexion red as sweat beaded down the side of his forehead, streaming south to join their intermingled bodies. She writhed for a moment, wordlessly begging for him to move.
He didn't, leisurely inspecting her vulnerable body with piercing vigilance. Hu Tao glared at him petulantly through teary eyes. This lasted for no longer than a moment, as the adeptus leaned down and sealed his lips over hers before she could attempt to formulate an insulting sentence.
He moved. Slowly, at first, before gradually hastening; still, he wasn't so fast, his thrusts deep and hard, yet still maintaining a relaxed pace. It wasn't the speed she'd expected, but it made much more impact from how deeply he reached her.
Xiao invaded her. Every curve of her body.
His hands roamed feverishly over her slick figure, just as her fingernails laid scratches across the bare surface of his back. He flattened her, spread her wide over the hard surface of the earth, and plunged into her so profoundly she muffled her sobs with a hard bite on his shoulder.
He didn't protest. As he had left his mark on her, then it was only fair she would as well, at least for now. Her teeth stung, excruciatingly sharp, like she had the fangs of an animal.
No matter, actually. They were both animals.