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Gods what was he thinking? In concept it sounded hot but now that he was actually committing to it he wasn’t sure anymore. Dahlia climbed the large statue of Barbatos with not much effort (wasn’t his first time climbing it, usually it was for more mundane things like the sights but today it was a different matter).
He sat in the hands after balancing his way over from the arms, feeling the coarse stone that tugged his gloved hands slightly… not the most comfortable place to sit in but he’s gotten used to it from many of his little trips here…
“Venti is this really what you want?” Dahlia hummed as he sat in the hands of the statue of Barbatos, feeling the wind in his ears, his hair and nipping at his nose… even after Venti told him he was all for this little fantasy, he still felt the need to ask if this was too much for Venti.
“aww don’t tell me you’re growing shy now my dear herald~” Venti’s voice purred in the wind, from where? Dahlia was unsure but he could smell wine in the air… he’s probably at a tavern.
“N-nonsense, I already convince you to indulge me, what herald would I be to shy away from my god’s blessing?”Dahlia retorts as his heart palpitates rapidly looking down from the hands as he takes in a deep breath.
He can’t be having cold feet now, it’s not like he hasn’t dreamed of these Fantasies… still dreaming is different than doing as he looks at the face of the statue.
“Are you doing okay?… you don’t have to do so if you’re feeling off by this” Venti hummed, his worry evident— it almost made Dahlia want to reconsider and just head to the tavern Venti is likely to drink and gossip…
No no he can’t, he wants to, they planned for this.
“no no- I’m okay just… preparing my heart a bit, I haven’t said the safe word yet anyways… don’t hold back on my behalf” Dahlia chuckles as he takes a deep sigh as he laid back in the statue. He really was about to do this. It goes against the rules of the church— to desecrate a statue of the anemo archon by rutting and mastrubation on it…
‘Is it really a desecration if the one telling me to do so is my god?’ Dahlia thought before he huffed.
“I’m ready…”
“Good boy… now then… strip away nice and slow… I’ll be watching” Venti purred, his voice lowering a few octaves as he offered his first command.
Dahlia shivered at the tone feeling it go down his spine and to his crotch. “Y-yes Barbatos…” he almost whines as he slowly obligues unbuttoning his blouse, slowly peeling away the clothes on his skin and placing them somewhere they won’t blow away (not that he doesn’t trust Venti, but it keep him at ease mind to do so).
He feels the wind nipping at his exposed skin, caressing his curves like a gentle lover… he isn’t sure if it’s just his imagination making him think of such scenarios or if it’s Venti’s doing.
“Did I tell you to stop?… go on, continue with your display my herald” Venti hummed, almost impatiently as the wind nipped at Dahlia’s lower back.
Dahlia couldn’t help himself but flinch as the cold air against his heated skin as he slowly pulled down his shorts, feeling the air cupping the round of his ass while he fully takes off his shorts, leaving him with his shoes and garter belt on.
Dahlia shivered both from being this exposed and because it was cold, he rubbed his hands in his legs quickly for some warmth as he took a few breaths, “am I to your satisfaction my great lord?”
“Mmm quite the sight you are, I envy I’m not there to touch you myself… maybe a quick examination will do to see if you are to my standards”
‘This tease’ Dahlia thought with a small huff of his nose before his breath hitches as he feels the ghostly touch of a hand on his chin, forcing him to lift his gaze up to the statue. Then another hand ghosted his chest, pressing his nipples and swirling them around making Dahlia gasp and bite back his whines…
“Oh my dear… why hide your songs? Why silence those prayers my herald? I want to hear you sing… unless that’s my cue for me to rip them out of you” Venti growled in Dahlia’s ears, making them twitch. Giving him two options; moan for his god or tease his god by keeping quiet as long as he can…
Keeping quiet as long as he can was the funner one of the two, so Dahlia kept his lips pressed as his chest heaved from each windy touch.
“Hmm… such a naughty deacon, making me do work to get you to sing” Dahlia almost grinned if he wasn’t attempting to keep himself quiet. He almost choked as he felt two more hands grab a hold of his dick and balls. Dahlia bites down on his lips as he feels the ghostly hands start to stroke his erect cock, making the deacon grab a hold on the nearest edge of the hands as his breathing becomes uneven and quicker.
“Awww still holding back those cries my deacon?” Venti chuckled breathlessly, Dahlia could hear the devilish smile on Venti’s face, knowing the god was merely playing at the moment and enjoying Dahlia squirming and writhing in the hands of his own statue.
Dahlia gasps as he felt a gust of wind blow him backward, laying him down on the hands, giving him a view of the face of the 50 foot statue looking down at him as he feels two hands grip his thighs and spreading him open like some obscene display to his archon. If any of the members of the clergy were to find out what he did, they would pass away in the spot at such sin he committed…
Dahlia mewled as he slaps a hand on his mouth, the thrill of it all sending electric shivers down his spine with small tears rolling down his cheeks.
‘Oh Barbatos have mercy on me…’ he prayed in his head, earning a giggle from Venti in return.
“My dirty dirty little deacon, you’re the one that so kindly gave me the idea to do this… and who am I to deny my most devoted disciple of the pleasure of indulging in their most precious desires?”
Dahlia gasped and bit his knuckles hard as he felt so exposed and watched… his god was watching him spread on his statues hands, fondling his sensitive spots, gripping his chin to look at the face of the statue.
“Now… for my next command my deacon… touch yourself”
Dahlia felt the ghost lands suddenly vanish as he is left dumbfounded, his legs shaking as he stared dazed and slightly confused, “h-huh?”
“You didn’t think I’ll do all that work did you? No no my deacon, to earn a god's favor… you have to beg for it… so… beg, beg and touch yourself so that I can see you want this as badly as you said you did… unless of course… you don’t”
Dahlia swallowed desperately as he sat up, his body fuzzy and shaky with the lack of touch of those ghost hands, “w-wait, my lord please… please don’t stop, I need it…”
“Awww… so cute… but I gave you my orders clearly… if you want it… you have to earn it”
Dahlia trembled, part of him wanted to curse out Venti for teasing him like this… but, he was given an order from his god. Who was he to say no to his god for such a reward.
His hands slowly grasp his leaking dick as he can feel how hard he was, his breathing hitching as he started to stroke himself, feeling the throbbing of his dick on his hands.
It didn’t feel the same, no matter how he stroke, something about the anemo hands felt different, better than his own hands.
“V-Venti… b-Barbatos please, please I beg… have pity… I need your touch, your love, your attention… oh my archon”
Dahlia hiccups as he continues to edge for a release that isn’t coming, his back arching as it feels he’s winding up a coil that can’t release…
He feels the wind nip his face, almost like its cupping his face as he teared up and mewled, he leaned to it desperately “s-stop teasing me… p-please I need your touch”
Dahlia didn’t hear a response but a sly chuckle in the wind, it was such simple noise that made him want to unravel more. He groans in frustration as he grits his teeth realizing rubbing himself off isn’t going to cut it as he sneaks his second hand down to press a single digit into his wet hole.
He hissed as he let out a strangled noise as he pressed deeper, curling his fingers into himself, “D-does this please y-you my lord? I’m— fuck— I’m touching myself like y-you asked…”
He didn’t wait for a second longer as his desperation for more pleasure made him sink in another digit, spreading the two finger apart inside him as he rolled his head back slightly.
The coarse rough stone caught some strands of his pink hair, tugging at them but they only serve to motivate him more. In a sense, the stone hands of his god tugged at his hair like it beckons him to keep going. He leans his head in more to that tug, imagining Venti gripping his hair as he touches himself so obscenely.
His shoes scrape against the palms of the stone like a desperate attempt to grip into something as his hands busy themselves to give a good show to his god.
Dahlia didn’t know how much time had passed, his mind was in a daze, tears sliding down as he fingered himself as fast as he could. Dribbles of pre leaked all over his abdomens, his fingers making such obscene noises which every thrust— the wet squelches as his poor ass feels raw and red from the constant pleasuring sensation that lead nowhere to a climax.
He practically cried out in surprise when he feels such cold hands on his mouth and wrists, halting his movement as he hears breathless chuckles.
“Okay okay… you’ve convinced me… my my I got you singing like a canary with just a simple command?… my poor disciple so starved for his gods undivided attention?”
Dahlia wanted to respond but the ghostly hands clamped his mouth shut as he could only breathe desperately, tears leaking down his face. He looked like a mess and he knows it, all for his god…
His mind tried to formulate words like a prayer but even his mind was too dazed to think of any retort— it was just needy cries and pleads for Venti. His ears twitched as the wind blows gently on the back of his ears, hearing the quiet teasing laughs of his god.
“My poor herald, so neglected and needy for me… I think you earned yourself a reward for such a beautiful display of devotion to me”
Dahlia’s breath hitched as he felt a number on hands pressing all over his body, making him squirm… they weren’t doing anything but the mere presence of them, knowing they were his archons hands touching him like this made him squirm in all the best ways— his stomach coiling like a spring ready to snap.
“Easy easy, I haven’t even done anything yet… be good and stay still”
Dahlia groaned again but he did his best to still as he feels the hands finally move, slow but hungry— teasing almost like they were savoring his skin and bodily spasm. He swore he felt claws on some of the hands but he couldn’t think much over how good they felt.
He could only stare at the closed eyes of the statue, feeling watched even if he can’t see… he felt so small and vulnerable in these hands, like some tiny creature that Venti is teasing to see how he unravels.
Dahlia sobbed in relief feeling the hands finally grasp his sopping dick that was just throbbing red from all his stroking, whimpering as they teased his tip. The hand on his mouth released him as it cupped his face, fingers combing into his messed up hair. “B-Barbatos, oh holy barbatos please please I c-can’t take it”
He yelped feeling a hand smack his puffy hole spreading it open as the wind tickled his ears, “Fear not my dear Dahlia, I’ll reward you soon, I’m just savoring how well unraveled you are in my hands”
Venti was such a tease, savoring how sensitive Dahlia, squirming with each breeze in the stone hands.
Soon he decides that may as well take the poor deacon out of his pleasurable misery as he makes one of the anemo hands plunge two fingers deep into Dahlia’s hole. The strangled noise Dahlia makes was all worth it as his anemo hands started to finger his deacon without pause.
Dahlia was grabbing at the tips fingers of the stone statue for dear life— his hips rocking against the ghostly hands railing him, his back tingling as they scrape slightly against the rough stone. The anemo hands hit his sweet spot almost immediately, making him cry out— he isn’t sure how loud he was being but he frankly stopped caring, it felt too good.
He kept rutting his hips against the hands that teased every part of him in a maddening daze, so much so that it didn’t take long for him to reach his limit. He sobbed in an incoherent mess as ropes of his cum shot out, drenching his stomach in his own fluid.
He shuttered and gasped for air as the hands let go of his legs, letting him close them as he trembled in the stone hands. He laid a hand over his eyes as he took a moment to recover.
“Well that was quite the fun show” Venti’s voice rang, no longer an echoing voice in the wind… he sounded closer actually—
Dahlia lifted his arm up quickly to look around before he spotted his god sitting on the top of the statue head with a grin, holding a bottle of wine.
“Should’ve done this much sooner if I knew it would have been this exhilarating”
“When did you get here?” Dahlia gasped out as he mustered the strength to sit up, grunting as he felt the sticky fluid dripping down to his inner thighs and legs.
“Oh a while ago actually… your singing got me quite heated and last thing I wanted was for diluc to have yet another reason to ban me from the taverns…” Venti chuckled as he took a swing of his win bottle, looking at the mess his deacon became.
The bard slowly hovered from his seated position and descended down toward Dahlia, who backed up slightly to give Venti some space. “Quite the mess here… mmm miracle nobody heard your cries my herald”
Dahlia whine as Venti cups his chin, the warmth of his hand making him tremble from how sensitive he was. He mewled as Venti pressed his lips onto Dahlia’s, stealing away his breath.
Dahlia was practically melting in the gods palms as he savored the sweet mirth of dandelion wine on Venti’s lips as he heard the breathy chuckles against his lips.
He feels Venti lean away, ripping out a whine from Dahlia before he sees him take a long sip of the bottle. He was going to ask him for more till Venti pressed his lips back into his own.
Dahlia’s breath hitches, feeling the cool liquid flowing down his tongue as he slowly drinks the wine out of Venti’s mouth. He didn’t even need to be asked, he simply did so without a word— their tongues swirling as they shared the sweet and slightly bitter liquid that burned the back of their throats.
As Dahlia drank the last drop, he gasped for air, whimpering as Venti nuzzled his cheek with his lips, “so needy… you cum one time and you already unravel this much? Just a kiss and a drink you become as clingy and soft as a kitten…”
“Y-you tease…”
“Very much so… now— there is a little problem you can help me with if you aren’t so wasted on bliss to do so” Venti hummed as he cups Dahlia’s chin tightly, making the deacon turn his way as he drags his tongue over the deacons lips.
“M-mmghh and that is?”
“I said earlier your noises made me have some… reactions… I don’t have to spell it out myself for you to get the picture no?”
A small press on his thigh was confirmation enough for Dahlia to know Venti was very hard— it wasn’t going away anytime soon. Dahlia shifted slightly to get on his knees, letting out small noises as he leaned in Venti’s grasp, “I w-would be honor my archon… to worship you, to devote my being to you… please… use me as you please Barbatos”
It didn’t slip Dahlia’s sight how Venti’s breath hitches, the glow in his eye more intense— he felt a thrill staring at those eyes like he should be afraid but he just felt so turned on.He felt a small prick feeling Venti’s nail now sharp as ever pressing on his bottom lip.
“You’ll truly let me? Is this what you want? For me to take you right here in the palms of my statue?” Something about Venti’s voice sent goosebumps down Dahlia’s spine, the hairs on his arms standing. Hearing the shuttering breaths and feeling the wind curl around him. He felt like he was in the maw of something, it’s fang baring on him but not biting on his flesh yet… not yet till he say so.
His lips curve into a smile, sweat dripping down his face with shaky exhale, “please, please I beg you, I want this, my lord… my heart and being i devote it all to you”
Dahlia knew he sounded so needy and horny but he truly was where he wanted to be— in his gods hands fulfilling such carnal desires and ambitions.
He gasped in surprise as Venti quickly crawled on top of him, like a coil snapped in his mind as he kissed Dahlia once more— but it wasn’t gentle or sweet at all, it was much hungrier and needier than the last two kisses. His hands gripped onto Dahlia like he wanted to keep him close, which Dahlia obliged by wrapping his own arms around Venti’s hip.
He had barely any time to take a breath, the air was being taken from him as Venti growled against his lips, tugging as his bottom lip like he needed more. He whimpered and mewled as Venti didn’t leave no area unclaimed, his tongue dragging around his mouth, claiming his tongue. He might as well have given up his soul with how feverishly vent kissed him till his lips bruised and redden.
Dahlia almost passed out, seeing little black spots around his sighed before he managed to take a gasp of air after Venti finally pulls away giving him a chance to breathe…
Which he needs desperately as Venti combs his hand into Dahlia’s hair to tug it back to bite down on his skin making him yelp.
“H-holy shit—! Venti-“
“Mmm hold still”
Dahlia wanted to say something, anything but he was still recovering from his lips being bruised. Venti seemed to want to keep Dahlia in this daze as he plunges a few fingers into Dahlia, making Dahlia jerk his hips up with a cry.
“B-Barbatos, a-ahh slow down please… s-stop—”
Venti almost stopped, almost pulling away from biting Dahlia’s neck and apologized if he got caught in the moment but then he remembered Dahlia didnt say their safe word…
After brief contemplation, he dragged his tongue on Dahlia chest before nipping at his nipple, hearing Dahlia sob overwhelmed and in utter bliss. “Wrong word darling… very wrong” The incoherent babbling made it all more pleasurable experience as he started to pump and flex his fingers in a rapid pace inside his herald to find the sweet mark in his disciple.
He recorded every jolt and spasm, every pitched noise Dahlia let out when he sucked and bit a certain way or even just blowed on a bruise he laid on his beloved deacon. Playing him like an instrument and tuning him to release the most sacred of ballads and prayers all for his ears.
Dahlia cried as he felt Venti’s fingers massage deep into him, hitting his prostate after a few curls of his fingers. His shoes scrape at the stone as his hands claw Venti's cape desperately. Damn these clothes, his skin felt so hot that Venti’s ruffled clothes bothered him.
“T-take it off… v-Venti please, I want to see you, feel you too…”
Venti hummed his eyes looking up at Dahlia while his tongue darted over the fresh marks on Dahlia’s perked nipples. “So spoiled… mm but who am I to deny such a heartfelt plea from my herald?” He hummed as he kissed Dahlia directly in the center of his chest.
Venti sat up, pulling his fingers out with a noise of protest from Dahlia— which he responded with a playful smack on Dahlia’s ass for another rather adorable noise. He hummed mindlessly as he stripped off his clothes, not bothering to tease Dahlia since the poor thing looked miserable as it was without his touch with such watery eyes.
Dahlia was in awe at the sight— the moon light trickling down Venti’s form, shining on his skin. His curves more notable with the backlight, the shadows making the tattoos he had seem more ethereal than they are.
He also noticed the fully erect cock Venti was sporting on— a bit longer than his own but not as thick, but still a sight that made Dahlia lick his lips a little.
“Enjoying the view?… good cause I’m enjoying mine… now… get on your hands and knees, I think your warmed up enough as it is…”
Dahlia didn’t hesitate as he got on his knees, grunting a bit because of the stone on his knees but it was the least of his concern as he stood eye level to Venti’s dick…
He whined as he nosed at it, sticking out his tongue for a taste— getting a chuckle from Venti as he held back on to Dahlia’s head halting him from getting more. “easy easy, there, I didn’t say you could worship just yet… so greedy…”
Dahlia desperately whined— he wanted a taste from his god that he can’t have just yet, it was so torturous. He stayed in place as Venti moved behind him, leaving him staring at the face of the statue.
Dahlia tried to look back only to feel a hand grab his jaw and keep him staring at the face, “nuh uh, you stay in this position to pray like a good deacon as I take the offerings you so desperately gave me…”
All he could do is whine so pathetically as Venti teasingly bit his pointy ears— he could feel the grin on his lips as his hands roamed down his sides. Tears slips down his cheeks, mix of being overwhelmed from all this teasing, his heated need to be taken and his devoting raging inside him.
“Yes, l-lord Barbatos”
“Good boy… such a good deacon, all for me”
Venti’s hand lazily rested on Dahlia’s abdomen as his legs settled on each side behind Dahlia, grinning as he felt the deacon tense up as he dragged the tip of his dick down the crack of his ass.
‘Oh dear lord Barbatos, I offer my humble body and being to you divine grace and pleasure—‘ Dahlia’s breathing hitched feeling the tip pressing in the rim of his hole. His nails dug at the stone as he kept his eyes on the statues face in his prayers.
“Don’t stop now… keep praying my dear” Venti murmured into his neck as he dragged his teeth through his spine. Dahlia spread his legs some more as he stared at the serene face of the statue.
“P-please cleanse me of all t-these carnal sins and t-thoughts” Dahlia hissed, arching his back feeling Venti pressing deep inside him, sliding with ease from his earlier actions. “Oh m-my archon please forgive me and bless me with y-your essence”
Dahlia could feel the smile on Venti’s lips, which are pressed against the nape of his neck, how his cock throb inside him with each gasp he let out.
He wanted to look back to see Venti but the hands on his chin held him in place as Venti kissed his nape, “good boy…” he heard him mumble as Venti started to roll his hips into him.
His hands almost slipped form how sweaty they were and the rocking thrusting from Venti but Venti held him in place, secured in his grip… he felt so safe and happy here, getting fucked by his god in the palms of a sacred statue made in his image, it should be so sinful and wrong but he loved it.
Venti sank his nails into Dahlia’s hips as he pounded into the deacon, holding him steady so he doesn’t slip. Each thrust punching moans and mewls out of Dahlia— who kept trying to continue his prayers to him to no avail.
He kept Dahlia’s head trained only the statues face as he could hear the sliver of thoughts going through Dahlia’s mind as he pounded away till his skin glowed red.
‘I love you, I love you, I adore you Venti, Barbatos, my archon’
Dahlia arches his back,shifting in such a way that Venti keep hitting his prostate with every thrust. “I-I’m… Venti— I’m gonna—“ Dahlia whimpered Loudly, sobbing as he held back; nails digging into the stone. “Please… I wanna cum… please, can I?”
Venti moaned at the sight, planting some kisses as he thrusts harder into Dahlia, reaching as deep as he can as he grunts, “y-you may… come for me dally… let me fill you”
Dahlia sobs in relief, crying as he finally lets go. His eyes roll back as he ruts against Venti’s dick through his orgasm, whimpering as ropes of white spill out onto the stone palms.
Venti groaned as he kept thrusting into Dahlia before he finally spilled, moaning as he painted Dahlia’s insides white. He held him in place by his waist, feeling his body spasm and quiver as his abdomen curved slightly from how much he poured into him… he was a lot more pent up than he thought.
The deacon held onto Venti’s arms, feeling his abdomen fill with warmth, his legs shaking with a strangled noise before he fell back limp on his arms, his stomach having a low glow emanating from Venti’s cum.
They both laid back in the palm of the statue, panting from the ordeal snuggled together for warmth as they stared at the sky.
“That was fun… we should do something like that that again” Venti chirped, planting soft kisses on Dahlia’s ears.
“M-mmgh yeah…” Dahlia sighed, tuckered out from he experience, heart full, insides full, all warm.
“You really are a cat… all clocked out, you usually have much more energy than this…”
“Mhmm…”
Venti sighs at the adorable sigh, holding Dahlia close so he doesn’t accidentally roll off with how blissed out drunk he looks.
He plants a few kisses on the deacons ears and side of his face, watching him scrunch his face slightly at the kisses before he opens his eyes to glare at Venti for not letting him rest. “You tease…” “but you like it”
Dahlia snorts as he nuzzled into the crook of Venti’s neck, “mhm… horrible influence you are…making me do blasphemy in my gods holy statue—“
“Excuse me, I recall that this idea to be ruined in the statues hands was your idea, oh holy deacon” Venti laughs as he playfully smacks Dahlia ass, making the other shriek at the suddenly action— clenching around Venti’s dick that was still inside Dahlia. Dahlia groaned, feeling Venti tense up at the reminded of still being connected before he smacked to his shoulder, both of them laughing as they traded jabs between the others before cuddling close.
“Not pulling out? You sure I’m not the clingy one?” “Is it a sin to enjoy the warmth of my most beloved? It’s cold, and you’re so very warm to pull away from in this starry night…”
“Mmm I guess not… it is a little cold” Dahlia admitted as he kept close, his fingers interlacing with Venti’s own while they looked at the skies above together.
The night was quiet, safe for the occasional night sound and the wind breezing by as they enjoyed this moment of serene silence pass. Stars twinkled occasionally, being their own witness to this full ordeal…
Dahlia turned to look as Venti before kissing his lips, which Venti happily reciprocated humming with delight.
“HEY! Who’s up there?!”
The sudden distant yell snapped both of them out of their little makeout as Dahlia tenses and Venti calmly peeks slightly to see a knight a the bottom… and a broken bottle beside the foot of the knight…
Oops, so that’s where the wine bottle went…
“Shit shit shit— they know someone’s up here! they are going to climb up and get us, I can’t lose my job-“ Dahlia hissed quietly realizing their predicament
“I got us, I got us. Hang on” Venti hummed as he grabs their clothes and gives them to Dahlia. He can hear the knight yell at them to either come down or they are coming up there.
Before the knight has any chance to make more orders, a flash of teal bursts in the hands as teal feathers gently rain down around the dumbfounded knight.
“That was awesome” Dahlia wheezed out as he laid in bed, flushed and smugly smiling.
“You were panicking about losing your job a moment ago” Venti huffed as he threw a blanket at Dahlia who easily caught it.
“Yeah but I can still enjoy the thrill” Dahlia grinned smugly as he put wrapped himself in the blankets, enjoying the soft texture. His heart was racing so much from the thrill of almost getting caught. “I have so many more ideas to try” “yeah yeah, for now, you need to sleep the soreness off” Venti huffed as he pushed Dahlia back onto the bed— getting a ‘oomf’ out of the deacon who pouted in protest.
Dahlia pouts before grinning as he reached and tugged Venti’s arm to yank him into the bed. “Now come and keep me warm, the bed is cold”
“WAH! I’m here I’m here, I’m not going anywhere” Venti sighed exasperated as he tucked Dahlia into the blankets, hugging him close. He kissed his eyelids close before nuzzling their faces together, “Sleep soundly my dear.”
“mmm I love you Ven…”
“I love you Dally”
They mumbled a few sleepy endearments before they dozed off, their energy sapped from their mischief as they slept through the night.