Inazuma is entering the modern world again, and a handsome, dark skinned king from a far-off land has come to negotiate trade with Ei. But some loose sweet liquor, the absence of her husband, Aether, and her guest's charms make Ei negotiate something else instead.
But It Comes And Goes, And Shows Me What I'm Missing
Inazuma's isolation went on for too long; opening up to the world made that clearer and clearer by the day. So much had been lost by waiting so long, and Ei found herself with a million headaches to have to deal with in building up new bonds with the outside world basically from scratch. The Sakoku Decree's dissolution was only step one of bringing Inazuma out into the world proper; so much else had to be worked on and brought together, especially when it came to trade, and to bringing the world outside into Inazuma. Foreign trade required a lot of work to make happen and to open the world up to properly, and Ei had much she needed to do to build those associations and find nations willing to trade with them.
Of particular priority to her now was Djaynai, a land beyond Teyvat. A heavily agricultural nation with an interest in leveraging its surplus crops and its exotic specialties, like cocoa and palm wine, to other nations. They were already open to trade, willing to conduct business with many nations, and Inazuma could simply consider itself opening up to that. A friendly nation with what she expected to be simple arrangements, hardly a matter of deep bargaining and intense negotiation, but within that she could build a trust and find a friendly nation, leveraging that in turn out into other plans. Such was her hope, at least. A simple plan to use smaller deals to prove her nation trustworthy enough to move into bigger ones, establishing Inazuma's position and strengthening its base lest other nations seek an opportunistic push against an unproven new presence on the global stage.
Djaynai held no such aspirations to exploit her, and its king, Russo Adeyemi, was even willing to come visit Inazuma to discuss the agreement in person and see what the land might offer his people. If ever there were a chance for Ei to prove her nations' worth and her own trustworthiness, it was in being a gracious host to a foreign king. She'd made every effort she could on that front to prepare for the situation and to ready herself for it. She opened up her nation and her hospitality to the foreign king, and prepared herself for something that seemed an impossibility until it was finally happening.
King Russo Adeyemi of Djaynai was a tall, muscular, intimidating figure whose every stride inspired a certain awe to it, with his hair shaven down clean at the sides and dark curls atop his head. But it was the striking colour of his incredibly dark skin that really caught Ei's eyes in surprise; she hadn't expected just that depth of skin tone from word alone. He dressed well in the silks of his nation, and came bearing gifts of chocolate and of palm wine, and insisted that business be conducted in the evenings rather than the day. It was a strange term, but it was an easy one to accommodate; Ei offered him time to explore Inazuma and see her land for all of its beauty, and they convened a day and a half into his visit, with Ei ensuring his meals and his sleeping arrangements were well looked after, ensuring that he had all of the room and the space he could have wanted to sightsee and explore.
Was she being a doormat by being so accepting and inviting of these ideas? Maybe. Ei didn't know if she was trying too hard, but her priority was on making sure that he was comfortable and that there was no question of her hospitality. Ei needed this to go well, and the value she put in making sure that she accommodated the situation ran deep. She had to be ready, had to be prepared to see it through and give everything she could to those matters, and for her trouble she hoped she'd be rewarded with some real results. So she gave him time and spared no expense on setting him up with whatever he could have needed, all in the name of preparing her nation to receive him and to be ready for anything that could have helped.
When evening approached for the meeting, only one problem remained: Aether. Ei's husband should have been by his wife's side for this. He may not have been a ruler of Inazuma specifically beside her, but he was still a presence she would have found comfort with and comfort in. But he vanished in the middle of the day without a word, off for more adventuring, she assumed, and Ei wasn't even surprised. Disappointed? Of course. but as she set herself up to look nice for the meeting, she wasn't shocked by what happened and certainly didn't think she had any reason to expect different from him. This was what Aether did. Always missing when she needed him, his lust for adventure leaving her alone at inopportune times to fend for matters herself.
The meeting proceeded as planned, though. Sitting in a small lounge together out on a balcony split off from the throne room, beside the flutter of beautiful trees, they sat across from one another as if meeting for tea. "I hope you don't mind that I brought some of my gifts. They are for us while we talk; diplomacy is always better over food," he said, laying down upon the table some bottles and a basket of paper-wrapped chocolate. Warmed cream mixed with cocoa sat in bottles beside the intoxicating palm wine.
"That is very appreciated, thank you." Ei took her first bite of chocolate, and she was in love with what she tasted almost immediately. It made her chew at some more of it. The sensation of it melting in her mouth and offering it s striking, bittersweet creaminess, made her want more of it. Similarly, the palm wine's had a fruity quality to it so fascinatingly different from the rice-based wines and wheat- based spirits grown in Inazuma. "And I could not agree more about diplomacy." She felt very strongly about an idea that hadn't occurred to her until moments ago, but now she was enthralled.
Conversation flowed as easily as the wine did. She led with a lot of open questions to let him talk about his time in Inazuma, soaking in his appreciation of the nation and of the hospitality he found, making sure to ask about his needs and if they were being properly tended to. It was all friendly, avoiding business and drawing out the time she spent with him, and with his gifts, pouring them both drinks of palm wine and of the warm cocoa milk that felt like a perfect contrast.
King Russo, it turned out, was a very charming man. Great company as he sat and discussed with her, his thick accent maybe growing a little more difficult to understand as he himself imbibed a bit more of the wine, or maybe as she imbibed more of the wine and her focus wanted. But she remained committed to trying, to enjoying his company. He had a good sense of humour, coaxing laughter from her, and carried a humble view of the world around him, expressing awe and appreciation for the beauty of Inazuma. He was gracious and appreciative of what he'd received here, and it made her feel better about what she was doing for him. A gracious host for a foreign leader, opening up her country to the world and making sure men like him were welcome. If a foreign king could find comfort and happiness in Inazuma, then it could only bode well for future diplomacy.
Conversation took its natural turns but it also opened up paths that didn't have a ton to do with what Russo was here for. That just happened, an almost natural embrace of direction and sways off into ideas that really weren't about anything too pressing. It all too quickly became a situation where Ei felt she was catching up with a friend after too long. There was a simplicity to the conversation, an ease with which words flowed. Maybe it was how easily the drink flowed, too. They were getting closer into one another's company and finding it simpler to embrace the calm and reassuring warmth of something that made this feel better for her. She was inching closer to him slowly over the course of conversation. Her chair just naturally sort of inched its way forward over time, until before she knew what was happening, she was right up beside him and the liquor made it easy for her lips to get loose.
"I'm almost glad now that my husband couldn't join us, like I intended," she admitted. "The first time I've been glad he let me down."
"Where did he go?" Russo asked, tilting his head in concern.
"I couldn't begin to tell you, but it's not the first time. I love Aether, but he will not stay in one place. He's so busy running around all of Teyvat that he barely satisfies any of my needs, and I'm not sure if I'm growing used to it, or just giving up on expecting anything better." She leaned back in her chair, realizing the bitterness she let shine through her talks, and how unproductive it was to get into the depths of that. "I'm sorry, you didn't come here to hear about my marital troubles."
"It is no problem," Russo said. He waved it off. "Say what you wish to say; it is your home, and I will not complain. Do you worry your husband doesn't love you?"
Ei wasn't expecting that sort of question. "No, I think he does," she pushed back. "But I am committed to Inazuma, while he has priorities far beyond these shores, and he's more willing to walk up and put our life together on hold than I would like." She shouldn't have been saying these things, but they just came out easily. A little bit of guidance from Russo only made it more apparent and blatant, her body growing more tense. "It's hard to be satisfied when I'll wake up to an empty bed."
What Ei never could have expected from all of this was Russo's reach over their chairs to pull her into a kiss. A compromised and tipsy show of interest that by all rights, Ei should have pulled back from. she should have reeled away in panic and stood her ground. She was still a married woman, regardless of any problems in her marriage. But she couldn't help it. Russo kissed her, and she felt overwhelmed with excitement, feeling like she'd never been kissed quite like this, like her body was unprepared for the utter joy behind all of this, and she was just doomed to lean into the desire and accept it.
Before she knew what was happening, his hand was reaching into her clothes, pushing in against her breast and grabbing at it. Ei's head spun with all of the reasons she should not have let this man touch her, but she did nothing to stop him from it, dizzily crashing into warmer desire as her body surrendered to the idea of simply letting go. The embrace of hunger and lust got the better of her, a persistence and a need she was powerless to fight off, moaning against his touch, her own hands creeping nervously along toward his lap, all restraint slowly melting out of her. Ei felt herself in a very strange place, finding it impossible to make this all normal, to find the stability and composure of what she was losing herself to.
Before she knew what was happening, she was being lifted up out of her chair. "You deserve a man who can satisfy your desires," Russo said, pulling her upward into his lap, grabbing at her ass with his hands and tugging open her clothes. His kisses were so insistent, the dizzying attention of this exotic man and his strength making Ei lightheaded and powerless, head spinning in confused and aimless haze as she let him guide her into this deeper lust now. It felt so good, and she was all warmed up wanting to give in to it. Her hands grabbed at his chest, the dizzy passion and desire compelling her toward something. Nothing normal here could save her, and she was oddly intrigued as he pulled her up to her feet.
Ei's hands reached clumsily for Russo's lap, pulling his clothes out of the way and dragging his cock out with fingers struggling to properly grasp at his cock if only because she couldn't have expected it would be so big. Fingers drunkenly fumbled up along his length, trying to steady their grasp on him
while her dizzy thoughts sank into these deeper needs. "It's so big," she gasped, staring down at his dark, throbbing cock, so impressive and imposing, standing rock hard in front of her and making her head spin all the harder under these needs. Lust ripped across her, compelling Ei into deeper need, into the obsession and chaos of having to explore deeper at any cost, melting into the sweet euphoria and confusion of no longer caring about self-control. She was full of a lust too potent for any of that now, desperation guiding her to want what she could grab from this, finding that she was stuck powerless to resist this.
Hoisting Ei up in his powerful arms, Russo dragged her into position over his dick, grabbing her ass and her hips while he pulled her in upon him. Her lips went back against his to muffle the inevitable sounds she was about to make as he pulled her down onto his cock and sank into her. It did a poor job of silencing her, though, the sweep of dizzy bliss making her moan out in joy, giving in hotter to obsessive joys and needs, the throbbing hunger she continued to need to slide in to this hotter. Her head rolled back from the kiss, moans of pure joy spilling from her lips as she was pulled onto his incredible cock, feeling him stretch her inner walls out and send her into dizzy, crashing joy. Nothing could have prepared her for this.
Nor for the powerful thrusts up into her that followed, making her voice jump and bounce about in erratic, obsessive glee, her entire body clenched up under a shivering throb of pure obsession and desire, neediness that surge across her with unstoppable joy to make her feel the sheer recklessness in the depths of this pleasure now. Russo's powerful and demanding attentions left her with no time for thought, her limbs wrapping around his body and her eager bounces atop him coming on with outrageous desire, a delirious need to lose herself. "I shouldn't," she moaned even while pressing back into clumsy kisses with him, surrendering herself to the warming lust and throbbing desire of just needing to give in, satisfaction burning across her whole body while she gave in to the rapture of letting him have her. She felt nothing but utter joy at the thought of giving in to all of it, finding herself succumbing bit by bit to hotter ecstasies and a desire to lose herself, letting obsessive desires compel her in to this and accept the hotter need that kept building.
The sheer strength had her body heaving up along his cock and then coming crashing down onto it again, gravity assisting the ruthlessness and chaos behind all these guiding pleasures. It was unrelenting, throbbing with beautiful need across Ei's body and keeping her stuck in place, keeping her filled with a need more obsessive and more enticing than she knew how to process, and all she could do was let it happen, giving in to the sheer ruin it offered her, the pleasures that tore across her with unrelenting, enduring need, bringing her to crave the mindless and downright aimless satisfaction behind it. The sloppy passion and the greedy pleasure made for something messier, and she didn't find it in her to stop it.
She felt so pent up. So desperate. Her body throbbed with unruly, outrageous desire, compelled into this mess of deeper passion that she was stuck giving in hotter and wilder to. It felt incredible, her body clenched up tight and the burning adorations this offered keeping her losing herself, focused on the delirium and the bliss of giving in hotter, losing progressively more and more sense to the shudder of passion and need upon her. It didn't feel right to cheat on Aether, but it also felt amazing to cheat on Aether. That duality worked to make this all even more fascinating.
"You're beautiful," Russo told her, letting all his kisses and his affections carry her to melt into his touch under gooey satisfaction, and she felt the outrageous need compel her in hotter, making her head spin and making these aching delights feel like a better, messier burn of joy. The lust behind these pleasures was all too much, excessive and sharp in the openings it offered her, and Russo's steady thrusts made her melt into sweet euphoria. She couldn't resist it, couldn't fight off the burning
lust and the joy offered to her by the thrill of simply giving in. The pleasure was so enticing, so outrageous, and she felt herself falter under the wicked temptation inviting her to feel better, inviting her to need this pleasure and lose herself to its sweet temptations.
Was he just laying his charms on thick to impress her? Maybe. She didn't know him well enough to know. But she was absolutely lost to the maddening desire of giving in to this, twisting harder and hotter under his touch, melting into the satisfaction that made her need to continue to accept this. This was all getting to her, the pleasures that made her want to give in to these feelings. She felt he believed she was beautiful, the surrender melting her deeper into fixation and into joy, letting her head spin under the throbbing obsession and the madder need of giving in, letting herself succumbing t this with a slide into ruin and madness now. it felt too good, bringing her what she needed and testing her limits harder. She had only one thought. Only one desire. It was so simple. So easy. So normal.
All while his big cock filled her, while she surrendered to this handsome foreign king, surrendered to seduction and adoration that made her fully aware, maybe too aware, of what she had been settling for. Her body heaved atop his in shivering, writhing obsession, pleasures guiding her to keep adoring this, to melt into the pleasure of losing control, the warming satisfaction of giving in, melting against his touch fully. Her pussy squeezed down around his cock, and all sense of control became a distant thought in the face of growing need, of a lust making her want to simply give in. She needed this, and all of the throbbing, hottest delights made her feel better, made her surrender fully to the obsession and the joy of embracing him, of letting the hunger get to her.
Gasping, shuddering, burning up through the pleasure pure and merciless, all that Ei could think about was the big cock inside of her, about how Aether was gone but Russo was here. It was just too much for her to resist, the pleasures she needed to embrace utterly, and she felt it rip her apart, the sweet madness of delirium and passion, the sweeping lust that made her want to give in fully, the chance to fully embrace the opportunity of losing herself. She was trapped in this, unable to comprehend the pleasure upon her and all of the madder hungers, a lust and a confusion she was all too eager to give in to, and she couldn't fight against it. Her body heated up, the hotter, writhing burn throbbing across her until she felt herself lost to the joy of just losing control and giving in completely.
Her orgasm was intense, moans ringing from her lips in writhing obsession and a sweet joy she couldn't resist, pleasures melting her under this without sense, making her need to give in to these amazing delights now, a wicked lust sweeping across her, making for the hotter bliss to keep embracing. Her needy cunt squeezed down around his cock, and Ei realized far too late what she was doing as he came inside of her, as the sweep of delirium and chaos left her twisting about in writhing fever, an ecstasy and a shame she couldn't fight. She felt too good giving in to all of this, letting these pleasures became too much to handle, the shiver and the burning obsession to give in to, finding it impossible to ignore the crushing bliss behind all these lusts.
Her body writhed atop him, smile bright, moans ringing out, shaky breaths spilling off in all directions. her body shook through the unreal delight and desire of giving in, finding it impossible to resist this now, her thoughts unraveling and her ecstasy bringing her something unreal and satisfying now.
Russo carried her into the throne room, bouncing her on his cock every step of the way in the name of taking her on for more. And she went. Slurring her words and hazily twisting under the bliss of being impaled on his dick, Ei let him walk her over toward the throne, accepting how powerless she was to fight these burning ideas now, a tremble of lust much too obsessive and senseless now for reason, her thoughts aimless and dizzy. She was awash in dizzy joys, falling apart under this unreal
joy and the neediness making her fall apart, craving the reckless obsession and the joy of letting these pleasures rip her asunder. She was happy to want to give in to this all, the pleasure making her give in, the throbbing passion she was ready to give in to fully.
Sitting happily upon Inazuma's throne, Russo pulled her in against his lap, but backwards, grabbing her arms and yanking back on them so that rather than having her in his lap, he kept her at a bit of a distance. "Sit down," he told her, and Ei sank her round ass onto his lap, getting herself happily down onto his cock and starting to bounce onto his cock, not even waiting for his thrusts. She was happy to keep up a pace too sloppy to contain, the burning pleasure and greed of vigor and excitement she was desperate to roll with, giving in to the hotter obsession and passion of needing to give in to this now.
"Such a big cock," she whined, her eyes rolling back while drunken ecstasy guided her to want to give in to all of this pleasure, the hunger to give in to, falling harder apart under this all, the burning need she was happy to keep giving in to, the indulgence of pleasure she wanted to keep giving in to now. Having his cock inside of her brought her an outrageous desperation, the desire and passion that had her wanting to lose her mind, and she felt herself lost to the burning joy of giving in, erratic and obsessive while hammering madly atop his cock, embracing the utter storm that kept her giving up, embracing hotter pleasure and passion, obsessive under what continued to make her succumb.
Being fucked prison guard style on her own throne brought on wilder pleasures, the chaos and pursuit of deeper pleasure to give in to, the surrender and the passion to keep embracing, the deeper obsession to keep needing more and more of, and she was happy to embrace these wilder hungers, the persistence and the joy of giving in hotter, finding it impossible to resist these ideas. The indulgent bliss brought her into something truly unstoppable, the maddening fever and the lust of giving in completely, unable to contain these passions and the burning fever of giving in, wanting to let loose the passions she couldn't ignore. It was too much, too hot, so good in the burning joy upon her that she was lost to it all, embracing the fever and passion of giving in to this outrageous and burning passion, craving the ecstatic heat climbing inside of her, pleasures to continue to embrace, giving in to all of this.
Slamming her cunt down onto his huge cock kept Ei feeling amazing, embracing these hotter, burning needs and exploring her way into progressively deeper excitement, the cloying obsession and fever of giving in completely. It made her feel all the hottest and messiest of pleasures she could have imagined, and she was happy to want to give in to all of it, finding these hotter pleasures guiding her into burning need now, surrender and ecstasy she was happy to lose herself to. Ei wanted so badly to embrace this, fucking happily atop Russo's cock in the dizzier obsession of giving in to this, finding it impossible to contain the throbbing ecstasies that kept her wanting to lose herself to, giving in to erratic obsession and the hotter passions to give in to hotter and messier, wild pleasure she was able to surrender to.
Watching her ass bounce on his lap while he sat atop her throne, Russo had pure power in his hands, the pleasure bringing him something fierce and exciting, the indulgence that continued to push her along, guiding her into something madder, sloppier, the pleasures to continue giving in to. There was no restraint or hesitation in the throes of all this chaos, a maddening fever she could continue to roll with, accepting the fiercer embrace of an obsessive glee she was happy to continue to give up to. "He is insane to leave you," he groaned. "If you were my wife, I would see coming to you in bed every night as the ultimate compliment." The harder, messier pleasure of giving in to this hotter bliss made for brilliant excitement.
"It's what I deserve!" she wailed. Throwing her head back and giving in to all these madder pleasures, Ei continued to give in to the deeper obsession and throbbing desperation keeping her needing more, lost to satisfactions utterly tearing her apart. It was unreal, the satisfactions to keep chasing while everything brought her to need more, continuing her surrender and the burning obsession behind pleasures she couldn't resist. It was all so much to embrace, the desperation and the dizziness of burning fire, delirious lust carrying her to keep needing to give in to this. Ei couldn't believe this was all so easy, that she felt so good giving up to the chaos and commotion that tore her apart. It felt incredible, her thoughts
Ei moved with incredible passion, bouncing on his cock with unreal obsession, with a passionate fever and a passion she was happy to give in to, melting into this hotter, embracing the pleasures she was happy to give in to, the pleasures she wanted to embrace. The burning obsession of giving in to these lusts made her feel amazing, made her crave the satisfactions she was happier to want to sink into. It made her feel incredible, and she was growing more and more interested in the burning joy of giving in hotter, the fuller expression of deeper joy, a lust she couldn't resist. It felt too good, an expression of excess and fire to keep giving in deeper. This was pleasure beyond sense, the throbbing indulgence to give in fully to, hotter pleasures making her need to embrace the passions now. It was everything she could have asked for, and she realized too late that this was everything she'd needed this whole time.
Another orgasm burned up hard through Ei's body, Russo's big, black cock making her feel so many things she'd never imagined feeling before, her gasps and shrieks of wild joy ringing out in sharp ecstasy as she let herself surrender to him. Her moans were loud, filling the throne chamber and echoing off of the ceiling, her head spinning into a state of wild delirium too cock drunk and senseless to process. As she came, Russo filled her up once more, and she wasn't even ashamed now of what hit her, the sweeping passion of giving in to all of it, pleasures making her howl out in drunken ecstasy, throbbing through the unreal satisfaction of giving in, losing herself that little bit more to the erratic obsession and the lust of giving in fully.
Twisting around and collapsing to her knees in dizzy shame, Ei felt herself giving in to the outrageous need, pleasure thundering through her. She felt spent, ragged, exhausted, and she was happy to want to just give in to it, the burn and the shiver of weirder pleasure she was powerless to fight. She leaned forward, grasping hold of his cock, pressing it to her cheek and moaning, "Tonight, I will be your wife." Wrapping her breasts around his cock, she flaunted her ample chest, starting in on tending to him in shameless joy, the ecstatic and selfless passion, her eyes rolling back and her body trembling. "I'm so lonely."
Russo eased back, relaxing in the chair and letting the pleasure wash harder over him. "Good," he groaned. Some more of the gifts had been laid by the throne, and he reached into the basket, grabbing a bottle of palm wine he took a swig of before pouring some into Ei's open mouth. She took it happily, racing faster along his cock with her breasts as she melted into this gooey need, a satisfaction only growing more desperate and feverish by the second now. She was so hungry, so hopeless, so obsessed with wanting to lose herself to all of this. Desire pulled her in hotter, keeping her hungry and ravenous, needing to give in to this all, the passions and the lusts she was happy to embrace now.
There was no holding back. Unstoppable, erratic need carried Ei's body up and down. The fruity, sweet wine slid down her throat, moans brighter as she tended to him, melting into the obsession and chaos, "Give me some chocolate now. I think I'm growing to have a fixation with dark things that melt in my mouth." Her head dipped down, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock proudly sticking
out from her cleavage, sucking it down briefly with a flirtatious energy that felt so unlike herself, but the wine had flowed too freely and her lust was at a point of pure need where she felt like no other option was available to her. She was committed to serving his cock now, surrendering herself to all this pleasure.
A broken-off block of chocolate was slipped into her mouth, Russo's fingers pushing it in, receiving hungry sucking from Ei before she got to work at making the chocolate melt into gooey warmth inside her mouth. She was hungry for it, but the let it linger there while focusing on his cock, working faster, racing along to make sure he received what he wanted, her moans brighter and dizzier. The wine was setting in even more dramatically now, and she was happy to get comfortable in the throes of this lust, her breasts running along his sticky cock, aware he'd filled her with two loads and wanting to find even more of them soon. She wanted him to take her. Ravish her. She wanted to feel what Aether wasn't giving her. Certainly not now when he was afar, but frankly, not when he was around, either.
So she gave in to this. Harder. Deeper. More erratic and obsessive. It felt like the only way forward now, the only reasonable end to the pleasures all burning her up. Russo's cock tempted Ei to give in to carnal indulgences that made her feel things she couldn't help but surrender to, the pleasures she was happy to embrace with deeper excitement. She'd never given a titfuck to Aether before. Never been compelled to. Never felt the urge to wrap her luscious breasts around a cock. But Russo? His massive shaft inspired something different, and her pale chest was ready to serve his dark shaft, obedient and submissive, the every desire aching through her body urging her to keep going and keep delving in hotter. It was worth everything to her in this state, a passion and a chaos she felt ready to lose everything resembling sense to if it maybe meant giving in to all these hungers.
Russo cherished every second of her mad service, the sloppy and feverish adoration she provided him without question or hesitation, giving him so much to enjoy and refusing to slow down the pace she struck. Ei was happy to keep up with him, happy to make him feel good, and all he needed to do was allow it to melt him into sweet bliss, allowing her body to work for his pleasure harder and dizzier, refusing to slow down and seeking out the messy lusts that continued to pulse across her body, forcing her deeper into sloppy ecstasy and into the madder euphoria she needed.
More wine spilled into her mouth, and accepted it alongside the melted chocolate, moaning louder, savouring how the flavours melded together. She was experiencing so many things now, enthralled by this man and her gifts. He was here to establish trade, but she wasn't thinking about anything beyond cultural exchange now with their bodies. His mighty cock throbbed too hard in her breasts for her to be concerned with the whole of the nation of Inazuma. None of it mattered to her. Only his cock did. Only the pleasure it offered her. That obsessive, hazy need pushed her harder along, feverish and indulgent in the passions upon her, the needs to lose all control. She felt so good giving up to it, letting these devotions rip across her and allowing the madness to reach the heights she craved, moaning out in hopeless ecstasy for the idea of giving in so completely, until finally with a groan and a slam upward of his hips, Russo gave in.
Ei's mouth opened, a little wine dribbling out as she made sure that she caught his load with her mouth. Hot spurts of molten seed awaited her, and Ei caught as much of it as she could with her mouth, shivering in erratic joy while she gave him the sight of her there with all of his gifts in her mouth. His cum, his wine, his chocolate, all gooey and melted in together in her mouth. She savoured the exotic flavours and their peculiar blend, her eyes trembling with need, wavering in a clear desperation for him to have more of her. Ei craved him deeper, unstoppable in the obsession and the fever upon her, and she was happy to fling herself hastily at him for another round immediately,
wasting no time in the mad shove forward and the expression of mad passion yet awaiting her.
Back up onto his lap she went, swallowing his seed, impaling herself on his cock, and embracing the opportunity to fuck away her stresses and her worries through the night. She was glad Aether wasn't here now. She would have felt guilty about it if he hadn't abandoned her, but he had given her the greatest girl she could have hoped for: his absence.
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When she awoke, she did so sore. Naked. Drenched in semen and sweat. Ei's body ached every which way as she pulled herself from the throne room floor and looked in shock to see a barely awake Russo sipping at the dregs of a wine bottle to try and find the morning antidote to his hangover. Ito occurred to her quickly what she had done, and what she had been up to through the night.
"I'm--" Her eyes widened. All of the feelings overwhelmed her at once. They went for hours. Fucking to a number climaxes they lost track of somewhere along the way. It was incredible, and it was in absolutely no way what she wanted to think about. Her jaw trembled. "I am so deeply sorry for my unseemly behavior last night. It is unbefitting of a leader to do what I did, and as your host, I should have done better." She pulled her discarded robes, wrapping them around her self and hastily fleeing before he could even get a word out.
Ei burned with shame, every footstep on the floor pounding down upon it, harder panic as she realized what she had done. She moved toward her personal bath, trembling with guilt and uncertainty, wondering what to say and how she could manage all of the burning worries inside of her. She had done so much. Too much. This wasn't right, and she knew it on every facet of herself as she slipped down into the water and leaned forward, ready to wash the mess off of her body and perhaps cleanse herself. Somehow.
But as she settled into the water and found even a moment of stillness, something brushed up behind her. King Russo followed after her, his hands reaching around for her breasts and the firm words, "Do not apologize," accompanying the slide of his cock back into her pussy.
And she couldn't deny that even sober, he made her feel a great many of the things he'd made her feel last night.