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A licentious cry of delectation redound against the towering barriers of your quarters. The evening has dawned upon the land of Mondstadt, and the black skies has dimmed the expanse of buildings. Nothing but the scant moonlight and the flickering flame swaying in the wick of a candle provides what little light they can permeate through your windows.
Your form reclines against contentedly against a chair, legs spread wide open and hands perching upon the upholstered arms.
You sigh in revelry as your body rocks against the rough cloth of your chair, unperturbed by the moaning, sniffling, and whining of your lover as he sits over your left thigh, rubbing himself to ecstasy.
Your vision remains in a blank slate of black, your eyelids impeding your sight. A part of you is tempted to open them and admire the work of art that is the renowned Bard of Mondstadt making a mess of himself on your thigh. But you refrain from such beckoning of fate.
You know that is exactly what Venti desires for you - your undivided attention, your lustful orbs roaming every inch of his nude body, worshipping his wanton display.
He breathes out your name in a moan, and the wetness pooling between your legs grows.
Truth to be told, you want nothing more than to give in to his yearning, to feed him what he is clearly asking from you. But alas, the earlier occurrence he had been the cause of remains replaying in the back of your head, and your crumbling resolve hardens.
You heed no mind to his incessant thrust against your thigh, mien placid, not even a touch of emotion plastering over. Venti must have noted your unchanging behavior towards his antics for you feel his quivering fingers burrow deeper against the flesh of your shoulders as he drives his shaft and balls faster against your leg.
“Hgn,” The mewl that drips from Venti causes a tremble to surge down your back. You swallow. An image of what he looked like right now arises in your mind - his cheeks an elaborate color of scarlet, thick beads of his tears streaming at the side of his flushed face, his eyes - lustrous in tears - crosses as he prompts himself to the edge if euphoria. “Mommy, please. Look at me. I need you to look at me - ah, fuckfuckfuckfuck – ” You battle against yourself as you feel his hips falter in its pace. “I-I-I can’t - I can’t - can’t hold it any longer – ”
Alarm sets off inside your head. What?
“I need to cum, I need to cum, please, let me cum, M-Mommy – ”
Whether his words holds a semblance of sincerity, or it is simply to evoke the urgent need for you to cast your gaze on his needy body, your spirits simply cannot allow Venti’s plea. You open your eyes, and a heavenly sight welcomes you. Seated over your thigh, arms extending forward and clutching your shoulders, is the very same Venti you have pictured in your head. But even your imagination cannot hold a candle to reality.
His soft yet incessant thrusts against the surface of your leg, the almost prominent hearts projecting in his pupils - fuck, you could’ve cum right there and then if it had been possible.
His words and voice, latched in desperation, sinks in your mind, and a displeased scoff emits out of your scowling mouth. “Already?” You scoff. “We’ve barely started, and you’re already close to cumming. How pathetic.”
Venti parts his mouth to provide an answer, but his own body betrays renders himself incapable of conjuring anything other than pleasured moans, thus, he opts to merely nod, hoping it would suffice for his shortcoming.
Your right arm, which had previously settled upon the armrest of your cushioned chair, rises and your fingers cinches around one of his braids. Stunned by your abrupt actions, Venti cries out, eyes snapping close as the sharp sting on his skull numbs at your pause.
“I don’t care if you want to cum or not.” Your words drip in enmity. Venti can only whimper at your hostility as he peers at you through his lashes. “You’re going to cum when I tell you to.”
Your fingers scratch against the cloth of your chair, and the ones grappling his braid digs into his thin strands. Your eyes steer below until your line-of-sight lands on his lower half which has yet to halt its movement against you. His hips are devoid of any covering, baring himself in your merciless hands, tempting you to place your hands over them and guide him in his grinding. Even if it is unintentional in his part, even if his bareness has been your fault with your ravenous longing to see all of him, you can only think that this is another ploy of his for you to touch him.
Your eyes rakes over his figure, unashamed and rather incited to for Venti moans out your name, all too delighted with your attention on him after being deprived of it for Archon knows what. He is exposed before you - not for the world, not for anyone else - only for you. Your eyes only being the sole spectator of his nudity and sensual unfolding.
To have an Archon under your mercy. What an honor, an honor that you’ll abuse over and over again.
Your carnal needs ravage against your patience. The urge to knock him down and shove a toy up his ass is strong, but you couldn’t concede to your desires now, not after the amount of time and self-restraint you’ve spent earlier.
“Don’t stop until I tell you to.” You bite your lower lip, teeth threatening to leave a puncture over the soft flesh. “If you cum now, you won’t be cumming for a whole month. I swear in the name of Barbatos.”
Venti lets out a feeble whine at your threat. Many times have you said such things to Venti, and not once did you fail to see through them. He erratically moves his pelvis back and forth against your leg, grunting each time he pushes forward.
His hard, tiny, red tipped cock swings with his oscillating movements, tipping forward and then brushing against his belly. You hungrily eye his stupid and fucked out state, from his expression to his shaft.
His garment lies in a heap at an uncharted portion of your lodging, his thigh high socks being the sole exception.
You feel Venti’s writhing fingers on your shoulders. The tension he sets on your body unwinds the last knot of restraint you had - your hands strokes his thighs delicately and gave them a firm squeeze.
He quivers under your touch. “More, touch … ” Venti sighs out. “ … touch me more … ” He rubs his dick on your left thigh faster than before. A pearl of precum droops from the head of his manhood, and almost immediately another quickly follows, spewing one after the other.
His fingernails burrow against the flesh of your shoulders, carving crescents on your back. Precum spurts out of his cock in endless globs, spilling down the base, traveling to his tight balls, and then down to your thigh, tainting your lower vestment.
You click your tongue, growling at the viscous mess his slickness has made. A hand of yours withdraws from his clothed thigh and lands a hit on his ass. The sound of skin meeting skin resounds within the room.
Venti yelps in shock and pain as his ass cheek numbs. In the process, his hips loses their rhythm, and he wavers in his position. A pathetic whimper slips out of his mouth and his thighs tightens around your leg, his cum accumulating in the spaces between his thighs and your left leg.
“Oh my, look at the mess you’ve made out of yourself.” You chuckle. “Getting excited in his punishment? Are you having fun, baby?” Your free hand reaches to cinch around one of his braids and tug at it, earning you a beautiful clamor from the Bard. “What would the people of Mondstadt think when they learn their beloved Anemo Archon is too busy being a whore for a lovely maiden than keeping their nation safe and protected?” You yank his braid once again, but harder. He whines. “Too busy rubbing his teeny tiny cock against my thigh? Getting off at being humiliated and swore at? Getting me dirty with his disgusting cum.”
An inaudible gasp, dilated eyes - your degrading remark must have done a number on his battered ego for a sob wrack through his body, startling you.
“I-I’m not a whore – ” Venti bellows, throat contracting. “ - not dirty, too – ”
Oh?
His pretty little cock wiggles and twitches as he clumsily makes a fruitless endeavor to regain his momentum. However, all he can manage to do is rock his hips in a manner so soft and weak that you doubt he is receiving the stimulation he gravely crave.
“ – fuck – ”
Your hand flies down to slap against his ass once more, leaving an angry imprint of your palm over his butt cheek.
Venti mewls at the sensation as he throws his head back. You crane your head to inspect the harm you’ve done against his pale skin, but the begging the Anemo Archon spouts tears your attention away from your original intention.
“D-Don’t do that, Mommy!” He implores, panting. His chest is heaving, and his cheeks is no longer the adorable pink tint from earlier. It is much deeper, and clearer color of red. “I’ve been nothing but a good boy to you!”
“You know I never punish you unless you’ve done something wrong.” You purr. “Do you want me to list them out?”
Venti supplies no answer. Instead, he averts his gaze and purses his lips.
“You know I don’t like it when you don’t answer me, baby.” A hum. “I know you still remember what you did back in Diluc’s bar?”
Silence greets you. You smirk at his unresponsiveness.
“I know you haven’t. I’m sure you still remember flirting with that girl while I was talking to Diluc.”
Venti erupts. “But I was jealous!” He protests. His lips quiver, and a fresh sheen of tears covers his hues. “You were telling me to go away because you were busy, and you were giving Diluc all your attention! I didn’t like that!”
Your other hand grips his thigh tighter. Venti clams up at the feeling. “So, you decided to make me jealous because I wasn’t giving you attention? Haven’t you gone for a whole hour without talking to me before?”
Venti keeps his gaze away from you. You click your tongue. “Hey, answer me.” You take hold of his jaw and forced his watery eyes on you. Simply adorable, Venti is, in such a state. You’ll never tire of seeing this side of Barbatos. “Are you that needy that you can’t behave for one hour if I don’t give you my undivided attention – ”
An aggravated noise of dissatisfaction burst from his lips, taking you by surprise. “Diluc isn’t your boyfriend! I-I am! I should be the one you’re talking to! I should be the one you’re paying attention to!” Exclaims Venti. His brows furrow together in frustration, and the evidence of insecurity that shone through his eyes causes a tremor of guilt to course through your heart.
Venti has given you his consent to as you please to him, be gentle or rough, kind or unkind - as long as he hasn’t voiced your agreed safe word, anything is allowed inside your bedroom. He had presented a perfectly good opportunity for you to punish him, and in better circumstances, you would’ve jumped on the opportunity to play with his body and break his spirits, but the shakiness of his voice, the self-doubt he exudes as he tries to please you by continually rubbing his balls against your thigh and withholding his urge to cum, you choose to set aside his disobedience for now.
With one hand holding his right thigh and the other coming up to stroke his hair, you coo at him. “Oh, my sweet baby, my sweet, sweet boy,” You clasp your hand behind his head, ever so gently, and pull him close to you. Your lips slots over his own. Quickly, Venti reciprocates your affection, slanting his head to deepen and prolong your kiss.
With your fingers weaved through his strands, you push him closer to you. Your ears picked up the sound of his soft moaning, and you swear you hear him whisper your name.
You pull away from him, huffing. Venti follows after you, whining at the loss of contact.
“Little boy, you know I have my eyes on you, and only you.” You assure him. “No man can steal me away from you, no matter how much they try to swoon me.”
Venti sniffles, his hand drawing away from your shoulder to wipe the tear from the corner of his eye. “Promise, Mommy? You’re only mine?”
Your heart swells in adoration and understanding. You’ve known of his insecurities born out of his tragic past. His fear of abandonment, of loss. You do not possess any supernatural prowess to turn back time and morph reality to his favor (though if you did, you will without a doubt). Even in this way, you can reassure him that nothing and no one can tear you away from him.
You smile at him, eyes soft. “Only yours.”
Your fingers journey to his back, tracing his spine. Venti shivers at your touch, eyes closing in the sensation. He gasps once your hands cup his ass, squeezing and lightly slapping them to your pleasure. “But,” You begin, an eyebrow lifting. “This doesn’t excuse your two other misdemeanors.”
Reluctance flashes across Venti’s visage. “I haven’t done anything else wrong.” He mumbles. “W-What did I do?”
Your palms smooth over his curve of his ass, soothing the numbing pain you’ve inflicted on him earlier. Your head inches closer and closer to his face, until your mouth grazes against his ear. You leave a strip of saliva against his ear - a shudder - before whispering in his ear. “I believe you said earlier you aren’t dirty, and you aren’t a whore.” You see his Adam’s apple bob up and down, bringing a smirk to your lips. “Did I hear wrong?”
Stammering comes spewing out if Venti’s lips once your questions settles in his mind, his forehead creased and eyes squinted as he - in your perspective - hopelessly try to persuade you that he, indeed, said no such thing.
“I-I-I really don’t – ” He splutters, flustered. “ – I don’t remember – ”
“You don’t remember?” You muse. “So, that means I’m a liar now.”
Venti shakes his head. “No – ”
“Well, one of us has to be lying.” You remark. “You said I’m not a liar, so that only leaves you, right?”
Venti gazes back at you, unwilling to confess. Your right hand raises in the air and comes down on Venti. He squeaks at the painful sensation, his grip on your shoulders growing significantly harder.
You hear him whisper something your ears did not quite catch, and thus, you preen in curiosity.
You lean forward, ear pointed towards him. “Pardon? I didn’t hear what you said. Care to repeat it?”
Alas, quietude welcomes you. “Hmm, not speaking?” You raise your hand in the air with no actual intention of bringing down to his ass. His earlier display of insecurity softened your heart, even for just a short while, and so you will refrain from subjecting him to any further physical punishment.
You see Venti’s eyes dilate at the sight of your palm. Promptly, he carries on rubbing his balls against your thigh, getting faster by every passing second.
“I-I’m not – ah – ” His grips tightens on your shoulders. His mien scrunches in effort, breathing labored and sweat dotting his skin. “ - mhm - am not a whore - oh fuck, fuck, fuck – ” His breathing hitches. “ – not dirty – ”
His girth twitches more than before, and his precum oozes more and more, popping at his tip and dripping on his base.
Venti looks up at you, an expression so desperate and pitiful that you almost felt sorry for him and consent to his plea. Almost.
“Please, please,” A broken moan exudes from his mouth. His feet makes contact on the frigid floor for a moment. He adjust his stance on your leg, leaning forward and dragging his penis further on your thigh as he did so. You suck in a deep breath as his chest closes in on your face, his pretty pink nipples erect before you. They are practically inviting you to play with them, suck on them, pull at them.
Innocent may his actions be, you can only think that he is tempting you, knowing all too well that you’ll give in to him so long he play his cards well.
The heat between your thighs grows as your tongue runs over your lips, your eyes gazing intently at Venti’s pretty nipples.
You can feel his stop breathing as your mouth draws near to one of his nubs. Your senses is dampened, overwhelmed by your own arousal. But just as tongue peeks out of your cavern to leave a strip of saliva over his nipple, you are drawn out of your trance as Venti comes to a slow stop. His legs stills, and his cock eagerly spasm.
A scowl form once against on your face. “What did I tell you?” You growled. “You don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Venti sucks in air at your question. He shakes his head, braids moving in his motions. “[ Your Name ], w-wait,” He implores. “I-I was getting tired! I need a break! Just for a minute, please – ”
You pause, frowning. “What did you call me?”
It takes Venti a moment to realize his error. Horror makes way to his visage. “I-I mean Mommy! I meant to say Mommy!”
You didn’t bother lending your ears to him. Your hands detach from the globes of his ass and placed them on his waist. An objection, you are certain, is ready to fire from his mouth, thus, you act quickly. His words are loss in his whimpers and soft cries as your hands guide his hips against the surface of your thigh, forcing him back and forth until he was spewing your name like a mantra.
Venti gasp and mewl as the pleasure heightens at your ministrations.
“Wait! Mommy!” Venti whines. One of his hands descends to take hold of your wrist, grappling it tightly as an attempt to stop you. “Stop – ”
Once again, you pay no mind to his begging. In contrast to what he asked for, you quickened your pace. Your hands buck his hips faster, adding more pressure against his balls by rubbing your leg between his thighs. His legs crushes your thighs, and his hands pawed helplessly at your chest, trying to force you to stop.
You start to rub your leg up his slit, worsening your ministrations and pushing him to ecstasy.
You flick his hand away from your wrist. “Don’t touch me.” You raise your leg up to between his thighs and rub a slow circle under his balls. Slow at first, but pace increasing until Venti’s balls turn pink from the consistent scraping.
Venti can no longer hold himself upright. He collapses against your chest, head tucking on the crook of your neck. “Why do you always become dumb when I’m doing this to you?”
Venti chokes and shivers. “I’m going to - I’m going to cum – ”
Venti’s eyes flutter to a close as his body quivers and nears his climax. Your hand swiftly sweeps down to wrap your fingers around his spurting manhood, your thumb pressing against his head.
Alas, you had been a second too late. The head of his cock, blood engorged, explodes with his cum. His essence dribbles pass your thumb and streams to the base, creaming every inch of his length.
Anger at his disobedience and lack of self-control thrums within your veins but you suppress it in favor of helping Venti through his release. He sobs against your shoulder as your fingers grip and stroke his shaft, your thumb rubbing circular motions against his sensitive tip.
When you feel him soften in your grasp, you release his shaft. Venti crumbles, chest falling on you and his chin resting over your shoulder.
His hot and ragged breath fans over your neck. Goosebumps races on your arms.
The silence within the four walls is stifling and perhaps a wee bit unpleasant. Venti knows what he had done and is merely refusing to acknowledge his actions in the slight hope you will brush it off as you did with his behavior earlier. You do not.
“You came.” You state.
His form stiffens at your statement. “I’m sorry.”
You drone. “Is that all you’re going to say today? Sorry?” You click your tongue. “Sorry isn’t going to cut it this time.”
The chair creaks from the alteration of the weight it carries as you arise from your chair. Not anticipating your movement, Venti slides off your thigh and plummets to the ground, his reddening ass scraping against the flooring. Venti whines as his limp penis flops against his balls, tired from it release.
You’ve barely made an inch of a difference from your position when a weak yank at your ensemble catches your attention. Your neck cranes to Venti’s direction, but before your sight can fall on him, you poise yourself and breathe in.
“Let me go,” You order, voice devoid of any emotion. Although this is merely nothing but play behind closed doors, you cannot help but feel as though you have crossed an unspoken line and have laid hurt upon Venti in a way that is unacceptable. Your body yearns to kneel before him and console his battered form, but all doubts of your previous actions being too much harsh is erased from your mind as your sight lands on your lover as he clumsily gets on all four with one hand holding your clothing, looking up at you with teary eyes.
“I-I’ll do better, I promise! I-I’m sorry!” Venti whimpers out. His hand withdraws from you and reaches down to his manhood but before he can touch the slowly growing erection, he breathes out and instead drags him closer to you.
Your breathing momentarily falters as Venti perches himself over your shoe and begins rubbing his girth and balls against your footwear. He exhales as the uncomfortable pressure on his member eases away as he bucks against your shoe.
A part of you wants to chastise him for this morbid act, but the pitiful and depraved expression adorning his mien sets fire in the pit of your stomach. And thus, rendering you stunned and eagerly awaiting his following action.
Venti accelerates his thrusts, whimpering as the friction against his balls and cock and the stimulation he bestows upon himself intermingles. With one hand holding on to your clothes, he rolls one of his nipples with his free hand, pulling and pinching the pink nub.
He presses his face against his dampness that has stained your clothes. His tongue pokes out to slather his saliva on the small patch his cum has made on you. All the while, his hips never stops moving.
You feel his pink bud gently cross over the damp spot, eagerly lapping up his own release.
“Mommy, I’m sorry, I’m very sorry, I didn’t mean to cum … didn’t mean to call you by your name … ” Venti implores. He locks eyes with you, his tongue barely leaving your cum stained clothed. He grasp his hand around your wrist and placed his hand over his head. In instincts, your fingers wrenches at his locks, and a loud moan spills from his mouth. “Touch me, please … ”
You finally snap.
You pull his head back and kneel in front of him, shoving your tongue in his mouth. Venti poses no objection and willingly submits to your dominance, eager to be pushed to the brink of breathlessness as you ingrained in your mind every inch of his wet cavern. You coil your tongue around his, and he hums in delight as he opens his mouth more.
When you pull away, Venti follows through, the string of saliva disconnecting from yours to land on his chin.
You chortle at his state - half lidded eyes in shapes of hearts, a leaking cock, drooling mouth.
You plant a chaste kiss on his forehead before taking hold of his member. He squeals in surprise.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You titter. “Now, let Mommy take care of you.”