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Having mastered all different kinds of weapons, Childe was getting bored. Even though he was getting stronger every day, there was only so much he could do with weapons alone. Integrating his hydro vision in with his skillful techniques would surely make things more interesting if he could just find a way to fight with the power of water.
“Tonight is the night,” you said to yourself, staring into a full length mirror. You had just finished getting ready for Zhongli’s birthday party, dressed in your favorite clothes in order to entice anyone you were to meet there into taking you home. They were smooth and sleek, and scandalous; perfect for the elegance of the evening in which you’d seduce hot men. You were determined to get laid, for it had been months since you last felt the warmth of another’s body close to yours. Your clit had been rubbed raw by your own fingers for way too long now, and it was ready to be stroked by not a hand but the tongue of someone else. Being invited to the party was a once in a lifetime opportunity that could absolutely not be wasted.
The air felt ten degrees warmer stepping inside the grandiose ballroom in which the party was being held. Almost every citizen in Liyue was in attendance, along with many from other parts of Teyvat as well. You had arrived fashionably late, of course, in order to draw just enough attention to yourself without having to cause a real scene. You knew it was always the baddies that got the most dick.
The party was only getting started for you when a slim young man with ginger hair caught your eye from across the dance floor. He was chatting it up with a group of other women who were undoubtedly swooning over him, a glass of wine in one hand and some sort of badge in the other. It seemed everyone but you knew who he was, but that was to be expected since you were new around these parts.
His ocean blue eyes met yours, much to your surprise, as you made your way closer to him. Shoving through crowds of people, you finally reached your target destination.
“Hey, I’m Childe.” His voice sounded like warm, sweet milk. It poured from his mouth and filled your ears with its soothing sound, almost hypnotizing you.
“I’m y/n,” you answered, “nice to meet you”.
“Oh, but you haven't met me yet,” he chuckled.
“What do you mean?”
“We haven't even had a real conversation yet, and we certainly haven't had a fight yet”.
“A fight!?”
“Of course! What better way to get to know someone than to tough it out on the battlefield!” This guy was completely serious, there wasn’t even a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
“So you’re pretty strong?” You questioned
“I’ve mastered every weapon, including my own body,” he smirked.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Wouldn’t you like to find out,” he teased, “shall we move to another, more secluded location?”
You nodded and followed him through a large doorway leading into an empty hallway, and then turning left into an empty room.
“This will do,” he sighed, pulling a hydro blade out before you could even close the doors behind you.
You quickly dodged his slash, unsheathing your own sword and swinging it towards him.
“You’re going to have to be quicker than that if you want to get a hit on me,” he teased.
“Should we really be doing this?” You ask between breaths. Someone could walk by at any moment and cause some embarrassing scene for you. Something like that would result in you being left with no option but to leave the whole party without having seduced anyone.
“I’ve been working on a new way to use my vision, if you’re interested in being my test subject,” he offered, pausing to speak to you.
“Will it hurt?” You didn’t want to be too bruised up for the later events of the night.
“Hopefully”. Childe was a strange guy for sure.
“Alright, I guess you can,” you reluctantly agreed. Suddenly, the man before you grew long arms made from hydro elements.
“Woah what is that!” It was the strangest sight you’d ever seen.
“I call them my Ten Tickles!” He said, reaching them towards you. Their gooey fingers began to scratch at your body, causing you to collapse and giggle uncontrollably.
“Ah- st.. stop! I… can’t.. breath!” You manage to choke out.
“That’s not all they can do,” he smiled excitedly. With one swift movement, your clothes were completely off. The Ten Tickles’ tentacles lightly grazed your nipples, leaving them glistening with water.
“What are you-“ your mouth was covered by one of the arms. They kneaded your breasts, squeezing them and pinching at your nipples sensually. The tall man standing not too far away seemed to be enjoying the sound of your moans as he toyed with your body through the power of hydro.
“If you want me to stop, hold up peace signs,” Childe demonstrated with his own hands, “like this”. Ten Tickles continued to stroke your body with their gooey fingers, and by now your panties were completely soaked. Taking notice of this, Childe moved their watery mass down into them. The thin tip of the tentacle flicked lightly at your clit, causing tremors to shoot through your legs. They then slipped your underwear down and took hold of you from your wrists and ankles, spreading your body out like a test subject in an unethical experiments laboratory.
“You’ve played with other men too, right?” he sighed as his tentacle arm reached up into your body. It’s bulbous shape molded to fit you perfectly, filling you up and scraping your insides. All ten of them were busy pleasuring your body in one way or another until finally, your back arched and you achieved your first powerful orgasm.
He didn’t stop there, however. Childe stood over you with his erection out, using his own hand to stroke himself. His Ten Tickles relentlessly pleasured your sensitive body as you squirmed under their control. Just as you were about to explode into another orgasm, his powers retracted.
“Please.. I’m so close…” you moaned weakly, gasping for air. You longed for the sweet release, but it did not come. Every time you felt the tight knot in your stomach start to come undone, the tentacles would retract to keep your orgasm from ever reaching. The only thing keeping you from screaming in agonizing pleasure was the water schlong lodged in your throat.
“It’s not over yet, I’m still working on my technique!” The ginger said enthusiastically as he carefully and lightly caressed your aching body with his own two hands. Pulling your head up by your hair, he shoved your face into his crotch.
“I’m sure you know what to do,” he instructed, “do it well and I’ll touch you more”.
The obvious choice was to suck his dick, it was right there after all. You slobbered on his shaft with the passion and urgency of someone who’s just been told their best friend that they’ve secretly had a crush on for years was in the emergency room, only with more lust. His groans only fueled your body’s sex drive, and it was in overgear. Your throat opened up to accept Childe’s shaft’s length in full, feeling as it’s smooth skin slid further inside.
“You're.. better at this than I could have imagined,” he panted. At this point he didn’t have control of his own tentacles, they were limp and retracted at his sides like dicks that had been through Destroy Dick December one two many times.
He leaned his head back and exploded his semen into your throat with the force of a jet attachment on a garden hose, and the amount was ungodly. It was everywhere, all over your face and the floor, and especially in your mouth. It was thin and water, like a potion some 8 year old would make in their bathroom to attract fairies.
“Sorry, my hydro vision just does that sometimes,” he laughed it off. What a guy.
With one final flick to your swollen clit, you came a second time, even more powerful than the last.
Covered in cum, sweat, a little bit of blood, and some unknown watery substance, the two of you redressed. The Ten Tickles retracted once again and Childe combed a hand through his hair attractively.
“Maybe next time we hang out you can hear one of my hit singles, I’m a singer too”.
“Why didn’t you lead with that,” you chuckled as you returned to the party together.