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Aether hummed a tune to himself. Currently, he was in Liyue transporting some goods for the Wanmin Restaurant, the heavy boxes making him struggle a little. Paimon had tried to help but considering her size she had little success, he just asked her to go over to the restaurant and tell Chef Mao he was coming.
Suddenly the weight lightens slightly as a box was pulled off the stack. Aether smiled widely at the presumed assistance. The smile turned into one of surprise, then one of fear. The Vagrant from Inazuma. Scaramouche.
“Hello Traveler, care for some help?” He says in an overly happy tone. Aether may not have been able to know his true intentions but he knew he wanted to do something bad.
“Oh thank you, I’m dropping off these boxes at the nearby restaurant.”
“Well, I’m right behind you~” Yup. Aether really didn’t trust this man but against his better judgment, he let the man help him.
They walked throughout the streets of Liyue, Aether all but forgetting the harbinger. He took nervous glances back and forth from the harbinger and the path in front of him. Thankfully Scaramouche did nothing… strange. They made it to the restaurant, dropped off the boxes, and parted ways.
Paimon had hidden from the harbinger when she saw him walk into the restaurant. “Traveler! Are you ok?” She yells scanning his entire body.
“I’m fine, just sorta… surprised? I have no idea. Let’s just go get a room at the inn,” Aether says.
The moon sat peacefully in the sky, shining brightly. Aether had woken up in a cold sweat. He felt a powerful tug in his gut, beckoning him to leave the inn. Putting on his clothes, trying not to wake his companion, he stepped out of the inn and walked away from Liyue.
“Wonderful, it worked, and to think that the supernatural would be capable of doing this,” Scaramouche says. They were in the middle of a Fatui controlled ruin, so no one would disturb them. The Balladeer sat in front of a kneeling traveler, the shine in his eyes faded.
“Now this is where the fun starts,” Snapping his fingers, Aether’s eyes suddenly shined bright once again.
“W-what where-”
“Silence.”
Aether felt his mouth shut on its own. He tried to move his arms and legs but only to find them tied to his ankles. Aether’s expression turned from confusion then to a deep sense of fear. What was this man going to do to him? Though something in the back of his head yearned for… something else.
“Oh traveler I love the expression on your face,” Scaramouche went to lean down to get closer to Aether’s face, who went to bash the harbinger with the top of his head.
Seeing this coming he leaned back and kicked Aether in the gut, causing him to cough. He suddenly grabs Aether’s braid and used it to pull his head back to stare up at the Balladeer.
“You know, brats like you really piss me off, not knowing their place,” He gives the braid another harsh tug, forcing a low moan to spill from Aether’s mouth.
“Did you enjoy that?”
“You know, I was planning on killing you, but the Tsaritsa was very vague on how I should deal with you, the more I think about it, maybe I should conscript you into the Fatui,”
Breaking through the strange spell put on him, Aether managed to yell out,
“Let go of me!”
“Why must you make things hard for me… Aether,” Scaramouche says with a wide smirk. Aether wanted to ask him, how did he find out his name, but the spell seems to have taken over his body again.
“I know you won’t go willingly, so let’s see how long your mind will last. Now succumb to my pleasure,”
Suddenly Aether felt a chill go through his body, followed by a wave of euphoria that caused him to squirm in his restraints. His mind was screaming at his body to try and resist the waves of pleasure rolling throughout his body but it was far too much for the traveler to handle.
“Stop.” All too soon the pleasure stop and his hazy mind started to clear again, he must have looked at the harbinger wrong because he was kicked once again, this time bringing him down to the cold stone floor.
“Disgusting looking at me with lust-filled eyes, it was only a mere three seconds, and look at you.” He rubbed his foot against Aether’s strained member, through his pants. Then the pleasure returned in full force, catching him off guard.
Moaning, Aether couldn’t stop his actions as he thrust up against the foot. Aether had lost his grip on his body but his mind stayed strong, at least that’s what he was telling himself.
In reality, Aether had started to rub against the Balladeer’s entire leg. Scaramouche looked at him with satisfaction before quickly covering the expression with one of disgust.
“Nasty dog. Imagine what the Knight of Favonius would react, seeing their dear hero rutting against one of their worst enemies,”
Aether was too far gone, he had given into the pleasure. He thrust again, desperate for release, but something was stopping him from reaching his peak.
“Can’t cum? This spell works wonders, I didn’t even say the command and it knew what I wanted.”
“I wonder… could I?”
Through his foggy mind, he could feel the sensation of… something beginning to stretch his hole. With another moan, Aether fell between the Balladeer’s legs, almost falling face-first into the large bulge in the shorts in front of him.
“Now look at you, you’re drooling, do you want to suck it that bad?” Aether subconsciously nodded his head, before rubbing his cheek against the bulge.
“Such a whore, but I’ll give you what you want, for a price of course,” Grabbing the traveler’s chin and pulling it enough force his eyes to look at the other.
“Join the Fatui?”
“N-never, aggh!” Another wave of pleasure.
“Huh, I underestimated you, traveler, you can still think for yourself,”
“You… won’t break, ah, Me,” Aether says breathlessly.
“Brat,” Almost too fast Scaramouche pulled down his shorts and shoved his thick member down the traveler’s throat.
Scaramouche hissed at the feeling, leaning forward to force Aether’s head farther down his cock.
“If I feel any teeth, I’ll pull them out.” Aether couldn’t have responded even if he wanted to. The Harbinger’s member filled his mouth so well and started to get even better once he felt the man begin to thrust brutally against his face, his large balls slapping against his drool covered chin.
He hadn’t even realized his eyes were closed until something forced his eyes open, the feeling of something incredibly large penetrate him. His moans vibrated the cock in his mouth. Forcing a small noise to come out of Scaramouche’s mouth. This small noise was enough for Aether’s eyes to roll in pleasure, knowing that he was doing well enough to break the harbinger’s facade, only for a moment.
“You feel that? It’s almost like your body was readying itself for me,” With another shove he pushed Aether all the way down his shaft, cumming down his throat. Aether could feel his stomach slightly bulge from the sheer amount of cum that was being poured down his throat.
Pulling out, Aether knew what was next, the Balladeer would ravage him, break his mind, force him to take the massive dick up his ass and cum on it, but to his surprise, Scaramouche sat back down and began to pull up his shorts.
“W-wait-”
“Something the matter?”
“N-no I just-”
“What don’t tell me you wanted my dick up your ass?”
A knot formed in Aether’s sore throat, this was the enemy, he was only manipulating him, but even with this truth being repeated in his foggy head, Aether wanted more, that voice in his head now in the forefront of his mind, forcing him to slowly submit to the wishes of the Fatui member.
“I can see it in your eyes. Go on. Say. It.”
“I...I-I want it,” He rubbed his knees together, a strange sense of nervousness settling in his gut.
“And what will you do for it?”
“I’ll… join,”
“What was that? Can’t hear you down there,”
“P-please, I’ll join,”
“Tsk, well I guess that’s enough then-”
“By the love of the Archons, fuck me, fuck me please, I’ll join your damn organization, anything for you to fill me every waking moment of my life, please!”
Aether felt a slap against his face and a shove hard enough to knock the air out of his lungs, his legs spread wide.
“Oh, you should have not said that,”
With a rough thrust, Scaramouche filled Aether, his tight walls clenching him tightly. He gave Aether no time to adjust to his size. He gave a particularly hard thrust right into a small bundle of nerves that sent Aether flying high into euphoria. His moans were now unrestrained and mixed with the sounds of the squelching member inside him, broke Aether.
“Please, let me cum!”
Scaramouche rolled his eyes and snapped, Aether felt his load rush through his dick and out into the air, landing onto his chest and face. Then he felt another come quickly, creating more of a mess on his body. Aether felt another come on before he realized, he wasn’t going to stop until Scaramouche finished.
“N-no,”
“I gave you what you wanted, why are you complaining?” Aether tightens up in response before another orgasm came, this one being dry. Scaramouche smirks and continues to jab Aether’s prostate, then at last cumming deep inside Aether’s guts. Warmth filling him. Another gasp was forced out of his mouth as the harbinger began thrusting again.
Throughout the night Aether came many times, whether they be dry or wet, whilst the Balladeer came very few times, but by the end of their session when Scaramouche pulled out he laughed at the sheer amount of white flooding out of his ass. If only he had a plug, maybe that was for next time, but for now.
He gave Aether a surprisingly gentle stroke against his face.
“You’ve done so well, such a good, obedient pet.” He says with a gentle voice, Aether was far to gone to even understand the true meaning behind the tone. He felt his eyelids get heavier before they fell, succumbing to darkness.
Scaramouche moved his hands to Aether’s upper back, electro energy crackling through his fingers. Letting the energy loose, it was enough for Aether to shout in pain but didn’t wake.
Scaramouche pulled back with a sigh, the burns were quickly healing and scarring over. He leaned over and whispered into Aether’s ear.
“I hope you’re ready for your new life, Aether,”
By the next day, Aether had woken up back in his bed, with no recollection of the night’s activities. When he went to start his day, he failed to notice the mark of the Fatui permanently burnt into his skin and just below in a very small text,
Balladeer