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The inner mechanisms of Alatus’ mind were an enigma.
To put it simply, his ego and his desires were constantly at odds with one another.
It was a plain truth that he wanted Keqing all to himself and only to himself.
That if anyone were to look at her just to tell her “good morning”, he’d be tempted to lock her away for a week if he could. This is to say nothing of the poor soul’s fate who offered the greeting in the first place.
She was his, not theirs.
That said, it was just as much of a fact that he couldn’t help but always want to show her off.
He craved an audience whenever they were in public together.
He needed someone he could show his treasured mortal to.
His prize.
He was so desperate for an audience that he cared not whether said audience was human, animal, or…a Slime passing through the area.
When asked about this oxymoron of a philosophy, the answer was always the same.
“I want them to see what they cannot have.”
For as jealous as Alatus was, he needed others to see that Keqing was his mortal.
This was not limited to just showing her off as his trophy.
This included intimacy.
The Yuheng and Yaksha were no strangers to public intimacy, for better or for worse. By no means were they irresponsible about it…for the most part.
Alatus and public intimacy, however, is one of the deadliest combinations to ever exist.
Because the Yaksha would shred Keqing’s clothing and mount her without a second thought in front of the entirety of the Qixing if the situation arose. He would crash a public speech of hers to start taking her before her whole audience. He would find himself under a table during an office meeting and would pleasure her (almost certainly with his tongue) while her coworkers sat by helplessly, hearing a mixture of political jargon, peppered with light whines and moans and whimpers, forcing themselves to pretend none of this was happening. And the more they acted as if they were unphased, the harder Alatus would work.
After all, Keqing was not one to take a test of her willpower lightly.
She would not simply sit there and cry out carelessly as if the two were in their bedroom. She held her ground, speaking as professionally as always. An escaped moan was played off with a cough. A whine became a transition to her next word. The only thing the Yuheng couldn’t hide was the flush in her cheeks and the occasional shiver.
And it only stimulated Alatus further.
Be that as it may, Alatus was no fool. Xiao would not allow him to speak out when he was partaking in such irresponsible behavior. He could have his taste, but nothing beyond that as far as opening his mouth went. And he certainly wouldn’t reveal himself from beneath the table, hidden ever so conveniently by a tablecloth that concealed the Yaksha’s presence.
Strangely, Alatus hardly seemed to mind these restrictions.
If it wasn’t weird enough that he wanted to keep Keqing to himself while also showing her off as his own, Alatus, just as bafflingly, didn’t care whether or not he was ever seen being the one to pleasure Keqing.
“It matters not if they know which beast owns her. Just that they know she’s owned.”
On her coworkers’ end, however, no one in their right mind was deluded enough to pretend something wasn’t up.
The Yuheng, giving a presentation without ever rising to her feet. Her hands folded on the table in front of her, being willed to move as little as possible. Her face, occasionally avoiding everyone else’s eyes and meeting only the table or walls. The occasional breathy noises that escaped her lips.
Her coworkers couldn’t fathom who or what was potent enough to reduce Keqing to…this…in a sphere she was usually so powerful in.
What they did know was that there was no chance any of them were going to mention what went on in that room for those last couple of hours. No one would dare breathe about it to outside personnel and certainly not to the Yuheng herself, nor the rest of the Qixing.
They would exit the meeting room, stone-faced and…mentally scarred…but silent for the rest of the day. Even if they thought about talking, no one would believe such an outrageous tale anyway.
As for Keqing…she was far from silent once she was alone with her Yaksha.
“That was enticing…” Alatus told her, once the two were the only occupants of the room. “Though…you did not let me hear as much of you as I would have liked.”
While Keqing had pulled her chair out just enough to spread her legs somewhat wider, Alatus remained on the floor, mostly under the table. It was just as exhilarating when they were the only two in the room, despite the fact that he was more than free to reveal himself and perhaps find himself in a more comfortable position. There was something appetizing about meeting her eyes as she was forced to watch him dine.
The Yuheng offered him breathy apologies amidst moans, as she always did. “I didn’t want others to hear…”, she would say. “I’m…just for you, right? I saved these sounds for you.”
How Alatus wanted to praise her and roll his eyes simultaneously as he pushed her further to the edge, gripping her legs as they trembled against her chair, loving the way she gasped as his nails dug into her skin.
“Hmph…just for me?” he repeated, his face becoming more soaked by the second. “But my sweet, I simply must let others hear you.”
The “why” Alatus knew would be asked sounded so lovely against his ears with its accompanying whine. This exchange was one they had many times and every time it played out, it was if it was the first. Between licking and sucking, Alatus replied:
“You are my prize, I could not dream of keeping you to myself.” He said.
The Yuheng covered her mouth for but a moment as she muffled what would have been a particularly loud cry. She knew Alatus would have only ripped her hand away himself had she kept it there any longer.
“Every mortal…must know…must hear…how beautifully you sound just for me.”
How lovely she looked as her face reddened even further, noticing that Alatus was getting more and more covered in her. She had been unable to hide how much she’d been fighting with herself about what to do with her hands until she finally gave in and used them to grip his hair, guiding him closer.
“What do you think…about that?” Alatus could feel the twinkle in his eyes as he asked.
The Yuheng was incapable of offering an answer as Alatus consumed the fruits of his labor, drinking in the sounds of her climax. Naturally, he continued, overstimulating her until he got a second taste. Once he’d had his fill, he rose to his feet, pulling his beloved Yuheng into his arms for her to come down from her high as he whispered praises to her.
“You really know how to satisfy me…” Alatus breathed into her hair. “My favorite mortal…my prize…I’ve never known one as perfect as you.”