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There was barely the warning of rushing footsteps before the door burst open. The man's heavy breathing matched the room's noises perfectly, blending in with multiple other voices. "I'm sorry, Lord Tartaglia." A skittish subordinate rushed into the room towards the solid desk in the middle, the mask upon his face hiding his wide eyes. Whites carefully guarded behind the emotionless accessory. Even the pretty sight before him couldn't ease the nervousness inside. "Though you personally assigned this work to us, a problem has arisen. There has been an issue with the information we were given concerning the timing of the operation and-" The man paused, his panicked face melting away as he was interrupted by a growling moan and the whine of wood cracking in their Harbinger's grip.
Many masks looked up to watch him, with only one man shivering and uncovered between them. He quickly bowed, ducking his head down. He almost forgot himself due to the severity of the error. "I apologize, Sir. Would you like to cum first before we discuss this? It is urgent but you look to be in a more dire state, yourself. If you require my service as well, I will join our comrades first then we can discuss the plan for moving forward with the issue." His boots clicked upon the sturdy wood floor, one strike for every sharp inhale his Lord took. He gently put the report on the desk before Childe, pausing to watch the contortion of pleasure over that lovely face. Lips parted, unable to form even a sound as eyes rolled up. The subordinate could tell their young lord had been edged for hours now. Really, they should have worked harder at making Lord Tartaglia cum, though the man knew how tempting it was to make Childe keen louder and louder the longer it took.
"Indeed." The agent, whose lap Childe rested upon, moved his hands up and down Childe's bare thighs. He leaned forward to kiss just above the collar of Childe's jacket. Smiling from the shiver he felt against his lips. The flushed warmth that radiated from the Harbinger after hours of warming the agent's cock. The barely heard whimpers as Childe adjusted himself. "Cum whenever you want, Sir. It isn't good to hold it in. Remember, you need to cum as much as we do. This is for your pleasure now, not just ours." He smiled, kissing the back of Childe's neck sweetly. "You already feel so good, Sir, but it is so wonderful to have you milk my cock as you clench down in ecstasy."
Childe shook his head, brain unable to process. He had been trying to work on paperwork when the urge began to burn inside his ass. It was like an itch that traveled through his bloodstream. Only the rush of hot cum inside seemed to ease his body's new ache, but recently even his female subordinates had requested the opportunity to sexually relieve their Harbinger. Perhaps it was his status or maybe their loyalty, but no matter what it was, they offered their laps saddled with strap ons more than once. It was unfortunately not quite the same, but Childe could not deny the warmth in his chest as they soothed him gently with the rocking of their hips. More controlled than his male subordinates. He loved and appreciated them all equally in ways he could not voice. Everyone at the bank was willing to do so much for him.
Two more of Childe's subordinates already kneeled beside him, one on each side. Their mouths blew across his cock, tongues dragging up the length enough to leave it throbbing pitifully without proper stimulation. Nadia kissed against his base, her long nails lightly scratching against his balls. She pushed her hair to the side, keeping it away from Childe's messy cock. She never complained, but Childe knew she preferred not to get cum in her hair. The other, a bank teller, cared way less. His cheeks rubbed against the length of Childe's dick as he kissed and sucked down his shaft and further up. Aiming to leave marks all over Childe's abdomen, peppering visible shows of his affection. He had once caught Childe admiring a hickey left by a Fatuus upon his neck, and had since aimed to keep giving Childe similar satisfaction. Until Childe's side was littered with small bruises, lightly glistening with saliva. Matching Nadia's teeth marks which were lightly bleeding, attractively drawing attention as the dark red slid down those pale thighs.
"Hurts..." Childe groaned, and they all knew he was talking about his cock. Often, Childe came too frequently and his poor dick could not keep up with his psychological needs. Ekaterina, upon hearing about this, came up with a brilliant plan. And now, a pretty jade stem plugged up the Harbinger's cock. It made his cock look rather beautiful, like the favored concubine of a king. His intimate area would look rather lovely flushed with jewels, but the regular members did not have the means to shower their Harbinger in jewelry. Well, they knew Childe would prefer to be bathed in their cum and juices anyways. The sounding rod was not the only new addition to their daily heavy petting (and more). A handmade jade plug rested on the table, soon to be put in once Childe was filled with cum. If he didn't have half his body weight in the hot seed of his subordinates sloshing inside his stomach, he became anxious. And none of them wanted their lord to feel anxious.
"Shh, it's okay." Nadia smiled, leaning down to stroke Childe's cock. It hadn't taken long for the whole bank to learn of their Harbinger's unfortunate (or very fortunate depending on who was asked) new needs. And it didn't take much convincing for everyone to agree to pamper the Harbinger as well. In fact, most had only been hoping for an opportunity when it was finally presented before them in a very... gratifying way. Nadia swirled her finger over the flared tip of the sounding rod. Ekaterina had commissioned it just for Childe after he cried to her about how sensitive his cock was from cumming so much, but Nadia had actually been the one to make sure the merchant did it properly and discreetly. The women of the bank knew more about where to find safe toys to use, but it took some time to find what they needed. "It hurts but isn't it better to cum from behind, Sir? You cum from back there so well now. You almost cum like a girl and I love to watch you fall apart over and over. This way you can be more comfortable. You don't need to cum from here right?" She kept tapping the top of the rod until Childe agreed with a choked sob. "I know. It's okay, Sir. You're doing so well. We're so honored you let us assist with your body. We are here to serve you."
The agent slipped his hands under Childe's thighs, slowly starting to bounce the Harbinger upon his cock with a steady rhythm. Everyone smiled as Childe started to grow louder in his whimpering cries. It had taken so long for the proud Harbinger to feel comfortable showing everyone his softer side. When the small few who knew and took care of his needs continued to grow. Until Childe could give any Fatuus in the bank that needy look and they would already be finishing up their business to assist Childe. It was an honor to be so connected to their Harbinger. The fact that Childe was so pretty and looked so cute sobbing upon a cock... well that was an added benefit really.
"Can't. I can't cum..." Childe hung his head, tongue hanging out as he panted. His head bobbed up and down as his ass swallowed the agent's cock over and over. Nadia tilted her head to the bank teller, who nodded in understanding. "Mmhh..." Childe moaned into the man's mouth as he was pulled into a kiss. The agent shifted Childe forward to assist his fellow Fatuus, everyone sighing in content as the wet sucking and needy groans.
"I'm sorry, Sir." A few observers moved aside as Ekaterina walked in, pulling a disposable glove over her hand. "We truly do need your assistance this time. I will help you finish quickly. Don't worry, I'll be gentle." Nadia moved back to give Ekaterina room. The bank teller put his arm around her shoulder as they pressed their bodies closer. Both cheek to cheek as they sucked upon their Harbinger's balls. These activities had actually allowed everyone at the bank to grow closer as well. After all, they all bonded over the fact that everyone one of their mouths had encapsulated Lord Tartaglia's needy cock.
The agent shifted Childe up and Ekaterina expertly teased two fingers along her boss's puffy rim. Hours of clenching upon cock after cock had Childe's ass nice and soft. "You can cum now, can't you?" One of the watching Fatuus came forward, resting his chin upon one of Childe's shoulders that pressed up by his ears. His hand reached around, palm sliding under the open front of that maroon shirt and rubbing against Childe's chest. Erect nipples bent as he dragged his palm in slow circles. It always felt so nice to finally touch those teasing buds after they all caught glimpses of how the naughty nipples perked up under his uniform.
"Miss Ekaterina reaches your good spot so well, doesn't she? Do you need even more stimulation, Sir? So needy. A whole team has to be assembled just to stimulate your sexy body. The whole bank has seen you take cock. It is inspirational how much a Harbinger can take. More than anyone else alive, I do believe." Naughty teasing and light touches against his perked nipples made Childe suck in his breath. "But that's perfectly fine. Please be as needy as you want with us. Demand anything you desire, and we will deliver it even if it takes our dying breath. Anything to see you smile for us." Those sweet words made Childe's stomach twist. It was too embarrassing still to shoot the smile his subordinates wanted at them. To grin as he was stretched out before them. Sometimes he still couldn't believe how their relationship had progressed, but he selfishly wouldn't change it for the world. He needed them. Wanted them. All of them.
The man who could take out an army now had to be pampered by an army to get his satisfaction met. Ironic and pathetic, Childe still couldn't decide how he felt. He just knew that it felt better to give in to their sweet words and caresses. They were so gentle with him, but still were rough enough to make him cum relentlessly. Not to mention they read each of his subtle cues like they were experts on him. As his head tilted back to allow his subordinate access to his neck, he happily shivered as soft lips kissed against his throat. Just how he wanted. His legs opened wide as multiple hands pressed against his inner thighs. The agent lifted him higher, so the whole room could see how his reddened hole clung to the cock inside, trying to hold onto the large girth even as Ekaterina stretched him even wider.
After all, they all knew by now that Childe came faster with more eyes on him. More people listening to him break down into a debauched mess. More cocks to shower him with the scent of musky cum. Though the day was only about halfway through, so they all resisted icing their Harbinger like a sweet dessert. There were so many other things they could do instead anyways. Touching him. Praising him.
The two closest subordinates leaned over Ekaterina and Nadia to reach Childe's mouth as the agent bounced Childe upon his cock. Their tongues intertwined with each other as much as with Childe's. He felt a stir in his stomach as he watched everyone getting along. It was so different from the selfish fucking from those horrible times before. There was no organized cue, no payment line only focused on unloading cum down his ass and throat. Everyone wanted to please Childe and got off on how happy he was. They were all comrades and they worked together to make him cum as many times as he needed. Until that disgusting urge crawling along his spine morphed into a pleasant buzz. Ekaterina reached out to flick at the base of the sounding rod, making the metal stick shift ever so slightly inside of him. The others laughed and teased small kitten licks to make Childe squirm and gasp from the odd sensation.
"Look at you, Sir." Childe looked up at that familiar face. The Fatui member that started it all that fateful night that Childe tried to slip out. He came over, walking around the clump of people all touching upon Childe's body. He loved how his superior looked. Naked except for his shirt and coat that were unbuttoned and open in the front. That tantalizing chest strap accentuating the muscular chest that could lift a claymore with ease. And yet that same chest that looked so cute squeezed under Fatui hands, bulging between calloused fingers. "You're so beautiful."
He pressed down upon Childe's lower back to push him forward. Ekaterina moved her hand to allow him access, and who is he to deny himself this chance? Ever since that night, they all knew that Childe melted the most beneath his hands. The one who opened the doorway to their new relationship. It was so cute to see how his cock had finally won the favor of the Harbinger he admired since he was but a recruit. "More!" Childe mumbled against the two lips, not giving him a moment's rest. "More, please!"
"Of course, Sir. Please excuse me, Ekaterina." The member smiled as he pulled out his cock. Ekaterina traded her hand for his cock, focusing her attention on the sounding stick instead. It took some awkward maneuvering, but eventually he could slide his cock in beside the agent's.
Childe bottomed out on both of their cocks while he moaned, his head held up by the newest joiner of their party. Tongues flicked out towards retreating lips, but the Fatui member would not be denied his Harbinger's sweet kisses. He had been his first kiss after all. He moved the papers for Childe who kept having to close his eyes and shudder through pleasure. They didn't want them to get too messy after all. Together, the group intimately loved upon Childe's body. The member kept his hands squeezing Childe's head between them, gifting a kiss to motivate his lord with every shuddering cry that escaped swollen lips.
And archons, how Childe loved it. He truly loved kissing. He loved how gentle they were with him. It was hard for him to let go, but being utterly pampered from head to toe felt... well he felt like he was surrounded by their utter love and support. It was... nice.
And yet, he also loved how rough they allow him to be still. He was not some precious little baby. Ekaterina still expected him to properly and perfectly do his job. His many subordinates still cowered in fear when he trained with them. Though they kept a closer eye upon him, nervous to leave the sex-hungry Harbinger alone for too long, they never stopped him from venturing out of the Harbor. They would sit back in awe, watching him tear monsters apart as blood practically rained upon them all as Childe maniacally laughed with his blades in constant motion. And even as fucked up as he became, they all immediately, unquestioningly treated him just the same as before. Well, maybe they were a bit softer with him, but it was not in an infantilizing way. Moreso... in a show of complete loyalty. Asking what he needs from them. Helping clean the blood from his body as they tell him about the collection job they're heading to.
It felt like true comradery.
And it just so happened that this teamwork ended with Childe sobbing into a man's mouth while his ass was creamed to the brim. The plug was swiftly passed to the agent who, once both cocks slipped out, pushed the large plug inside. Some cum still slid out, but there was nothing they could do about it. Even a custom made plug couldn't account for how stretched out Childe's ass could get depending on who fucked him.
Childe took a moment to breathe. Just as he anticipated, a belly full of cum really did seem to ease his anxiety. "Okay. Allow me a moment to dress and then I'll come out to handle this. Even if we missed the targets, it should be simple to track them down. A bit of fresh air would be nice too. Has it been a week since I last had the time to go out?" Childe closed his eyes as Nadia wiped away his lingering tears. He didn't even comment how everyone moved in sync to help him clean up and dress. It was like this all the time now. They would tear his body apart until it felt like even his brain unraveled, and then they would put him back together like it never happened.
"Normally our agents could easily follow the trail of such a small group. However, it seems more likely that they have higher backing than we originally thought. Someone is going behind and erasing their traces."
"Hmm. Interesting." Childe still felt a bit too... sensitive and tingly to smile just yet. "We should leave out immediately." There were a lot of tasks to managing the bank in its daily running. Pantalone would not accept a decrease in profits, after all. So only a small group accompanied Childe out on their mission. Not for backup, oh no. There was little doubt that he could not only track their targets down, but that by the end of the day he would also have the heads of those who thought they could fund this betrayal with no repercussions. It was meant to be a streamlined team. The Harbinger and his supporters.
Supports for his body, that is. For if Childe started to feel too.... needy... the group could pause to fuck the Harbinger as well as he wantdd. Not until he couldn't walk, but until his stomach was nice and warm inside with the jeweled plug holding it all in. And his body, already slick with sweat, humming in residual pleasure. It made for a very happy Harbinger.
Childe fixed the problem by nightfall, before the insects buzz began to fill the emptiness that was left as the citizens of Liyue Harbor fell into a slumber. Well, most of them.
Childe truly liked it best at night. Not sex, though he had no complaints about passing out from some mind-numbing rounds of intimacy with a few of his subordinates. However, most nights that was not actually what Childe looked forward to. No, it was when one or two of them would come into his room, at his request of course, and cuddle him that he looked so forward to.
Of course, sex was still a nightly routine.
Childe... he still needed it a bit rough. Needed them to fill him up until pain peaked through the pleasure and his body finally fully submitted to them. His subordinates held his hips so tightly that Childe could still feel their fingers dig into his skin as he fell asleep. His cheeks ached as they filled with the taste and girth of their cocks. And then like the crashing waves pulls away from the many grains of sand upon the shore, Childe would shift away from them as his body came down from his orgasms. A bowl of warm water and a freshly laundered towel are quickly brought in and Childe is cleaned up.
"Is this okay, Sir?" The Fatuus asked, gently rubbing the damp cloth over Childe's stomach. The water in the bowl quickly turned murky with each dip back in. The cum soaking Childe's body was just too much for the bowl tonight. The edging from earlier that day probably had something to do with it. He was so messy... but they didn't mind. Another bowl was brought in and again the Fatui member washing him addressed Childe. "Is this too hot, Sir?"
"You could stick my body into boiling water and it would not be too much for a Harbinger like myself." Childe scoffed, even as his eye twitched when the cloth slid over the base of his cock. It did hurt. Which, given his higher pain tolerance, meant it truly was incredibly hot water. Then he noticed the glove his subordinate wore. Had they tricked him again? "Don't play games with me. It's disrespectful."
"I would never mean to offend you, Sir. Your presence is akin to my whole world. However, you agreed to share your burdens with us." Again that cloth ran over the base of his cock. The pale skin underneath grew red in protest and the lingering heat made Childe's muscles tighten. Rise. His subordinate gently ran his thumb up and down the underside of Childe's cock. "This is not a punishment by any means, but we ache to see you hold in your burdens. Won't you at least try to tell us these little things? Hmm?" He moved forward, catching Childe's lips. The hot cloth moving up and down the twitching cock in his grass. Childe hissed, clawing into the upper arms of the fatui member. "Is it so hard to just tell me the water is too hot? You are our Harbinger. We will not hate you just because you request us to adjust the temperature.
Childe hiccuped as the fatui member gripped each side of the cloth. The temperature had cooled enough that it no longer hurt, but it was still warm enough that it reminded Childe of the heat that skin held. The cloth slid over the tip of his cock. Another Fatui member took a small handful of water and sprinkled it over the tightened cloth. Only small spots were still too warm but the rapid shifting and friction made Childe unable to focus past the searing points upon his cock head. "Hot!" He gasped, though his hips rocked to keep going. "Too hot. Please."
"Is it too hot?" The Fatui member nodded to someone behind them. Childe didn't care as more hot droplets soaked into the cloth. His whole body felt too hot even as the rest of his body dried and cooled down. "We can't have that."
Childe momentarily noticed the way they pulled his hips off the bed, hanging them over the side, but he didn't realize why until a small bowl of icy water poured upon his burning cock. The temperature change was too much and Childe could not hide the horrified twist of his face as he came. Goosebumps popped up on his arms as his nipples rose. They pumped the soaked cloth upon his cock until the friction warmed it up again and all his cum was cleaned up. When they dipped it back into the hot water, it had significantly cooled and was pleasant to feel against his sensitive skin.
Childe turned his head, somehow embarrassed he even had a preference on the temperature of his water. It was like they babied him too much. "This... this feels good."
"Does it?" His subordinate smiled, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Does it feel good all over..." His hand spread across Childe's stomach, enjoying how the muscles flexed beneath his palm. "...or have I just made you feel good here?" He tapped the base of Childe's flaccid cock. His smile growing as Childe grumbled against the sheets pulled towards his face.
"Both."
"Ah, how lucky I am then, to be allowed to so thoroughly learn about and please Lord Tartaglia like this." The three men moved everything away, quickly returning to their lord's side. Shifting Childe around, one slipped underneath Childe so their chests pressed together while the other two laid on each side. Surrounded, and bundled by an extra large blanket they had specialty ordered. Big enough for even five or six men to comfort Childe. Arms intertwined over his body. Hands found rest at his shoulders, hips, waist, and thighs. Wherever was most comfortable. And perhaps this was the moment Childe truly enjoyed.
The sound of heartbeats steady in the dark. The warmth of their bodies surrounding him. The light touches as one runs their hand up and down his side, rhythmically, while the other moves up to pet his hair. Commenting on how soft he feels. Asking if Childe wants anything else. If he likes what they're doing or would like them to do something different. If they have pleased the Harbinger.
And they had. Since that night, they really always had.
"We are at your service. If you need more comfort in the night, please just awaken us." One man mumbled, already half asleep.
"Or just ride us until you are satisfied. Our bodies are at your disposal." Another chuckled, nuzzling into Childe's neck.
"Goodnight, Sir. I hope your dreams are as beautiful as you are." The one under him sighed, tightening his hold upon the Harbinger.
Childe should have been used to such displays, but even now he felt tears burn as they threatened to fall. Ducking his head down, he murmured into the man's chest. "With you all here with me, it would be remiss of your superior to have anything but sweet dreams now."
"Heh, how cute." The Fatui member chuckled, pinching Childe's cheek ever so slightly. Childe should have told him off... and perhaps he would just blame the tired weight upon his body that didn't make him feel like moving or talking back. Whatever excuse he would come up with tomorrow, tonight at least he would allow his men to think about how cute he was... as long as they kept holding him close like something precious.
This was the true sincerity of their beloved Harbinger.
For them. With all his love.
Tartaglia.