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There was this mysterious man that everyone in Liyue was talking about. Nobody knew his real name, only his code name, Childe. He was said to have looks that made every girl dripping wet within a five mile radius.
As you were walking in the streets at night, you bumped into a tall man. He seemed to be brooding around with a grumpy expression on his face.
“What do you want?” He snarled.
“I— nothing, sorry,” you stuttered nervously.
“You’re lying. It seems as though there’s not a single person in all of Liyue that doesn’t want something from me,” the man said.
“Well, who are you?”
“You don’t recognize me? Everyone talks about me. I’m Childe”. So this was the man. The man everyone had been talking about. It was true what they said about him, he was quite attractive.
“It’s true what they say about you,” you comment as your eyes slowly trace the shape of his body.
“That I can find the clitoris?” He said, confused.
“You can?” you gasp, “there’s only one man in all of Mond who can find it!”
“The boys in Liyue are much better, it seems,” he smirked, “but allow me to prove it”. He slams his arm against the wall beside you, imprisoning you between it’s stone surface and his body. His moist lips touch your own dry, crusty ones, rejuvenating them.
“If you like the way I kiss your lips, you’ll love the way I kiss the other ones too,” he paused to say before sliding his tongue inside your mouth. The smooth surface of your tongues rubbed against each other passionately as his moist hands cupped your breasts. He kneaded them over the fabric of your shirt, leaving it damp when he finally broke away from the kiss to slide it over your head. Right away, you were connected at the lips again as if it were your last night alive. His fingers lightly pinched your hardened nipples, tugging on them skillfully.
“Are you ready to witness the murder of your innocence?” Childe whispered in your ear, nibbling at the cartilage before slipping your skirt down to your ankles. Slowly and sensually, he slides his index finger into your entrance, feeling your warm walls envelop it. One wasn’t enough, however, so his second finger slid into your moist slit. Together they scraped at the soft bundle of nerves inside of you, causing your vocal chords to react accordingly.
“You really like that, don’t you,” he chuckled, “do you want to feel something a little bigger?”
You nod, unsure of whether or not you’d be able to speak clearly.
He unfastened his belt quickly and pulled out his aching cock. It was thick and veiny, with a 17.3° curvature to it. Surely it would hit all the right spots.
“If you want to feel it inside you, you have to get on your knees first,” he said, waving it around proudly.
You sank down low enough to be at eye level with his erection before inhaling its length into your orifice. The concrete ground against your knees as you shoved your face all the way down his shaft, far enough that you could feel the coarse hair of his pubes tickle your lips. He whimpered every time you suctioned on his taut skin.
“Let me piss all over you and then I’ll stick it in,” he demanded.
“Excuse me?” You said, taken aback.
“You want me to fuck the bone marrow out of you, right? Then let me shower you with my fountain of youth”. You reluctantly agree, sitting under him with your eyes closed expectantly.
He let out a deep, guttural moan as piss exploded from the depths of his bladder, spraying all over you. He seemed to have an endless stream, soaking your hair and the clothes laying on the ground beside you.
“Now, pussy up babygirl,” he said, lightly smacking your damp face with his still-firm member. You turn around, facing away from him, and wiggle your genitalia at him enticingly.
His smooth glans gently caress your glistening, meaty folds before sliding inside. His pulsing stick rubbed against your tight walls, filling you fuller than you’d ever been before. Your damp skin shone under the light of the street lamps, making the experience feel magical.
He grunted and huffed as his scrotum dangled and flapped around. The pressure of your body on his sensitive extremity was awakening the primal urge from within him to completely ravage your body.
“Out of all the women I’ve dicked down, you are by far the greatest,” he panted. Inhaling sharply, he took in the scent of piss and sweat around him. It was all too much for him, he almost lost himself from the intense situation. It would’ve been a disaster if he weren’t so skillful.
“Can I cum inside?” he asked, thrusting himself deeper. You moan loudly before choking out the word yes.
Childe moaned into your soul as his watery nut squirted into your womb. He pulled out, watching as it trickled down your thighs.
“So how was it like to take on Childe?” He asks, fastening his pants back up, but you’re too tired to answer. Getting up was a struggle enough, and everything was soaked, but you had a great time. You’d surely be spending a night with the famous Childe once again.