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The cold air slipped in through the half-open windows of the office.
Varka felt a shiver, not from the wind outside,but from the scene unfolding right in front of him.
The air smelled of burnt apples, dandelion wine, and something overly sweet that only Alice seemed to carry on her skin.
The Grand Master was seated in his own chair, already without trousers, his hard cock throbbing against his stomach. Alice knelt between his thick thighs, the neckline of her ever-present dress low enough to show the curve of her breasts, but today they seemed to be inviting him. She was licking slowly along the glans, soft lips tracing lazy paths over the sensitive skin, her eyes lifted with that teasing look that made his stomach twist.
Golden hair fell like a curtain of light as her mouth slid up and down at an agonizing pace, tongue curling around the swollen head with cruel patience before pulling back just enough to lick the base and start the whole process again. Every lick was precise, almost studied, as though she were cataloguing exactly which spot made the muscles of his abdomen clench.
On the opposite side was Venti, also fully dressed, lips brushing the base while letting out muffled giggles. He was careful not to lick Alice’s fingers.
The Archon didn’t ask permission; he simply leaned in and took the base of Varka’s cock into his mouth at the same moment Alice sucked on the head. Their tongues met halfway slippery, hot, twisting around each other over the sensitive skin.
Varka let out a hoarse groan, large hands trembling as he tried to decide whom to grab first.
"You look so pretty like this… all lost…" Alice murmured against his erection before sucking harder.
Venti laughed low, the sound vibrating straight through his cock.
The witch dragged her tongue very slowly, tracing a pulsing vein, then paused, blowing hot air against the wet skin to torture him. "So desperate."
"Desperate is an understatement, Alice. Look at this." Venti pressed a wet kiss to the base and slowly travelled up until he met her tongue. "Drooling more than a fountain."
He pulled Alice by the chin and kissed her, slow at first, then filthier, tongues tangling right over Varka’s glans. Threads of saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths as they licked each other and licked him at the same time. Varka let out another hoarse moan, hips jerking involuntarily.
Their mouths began to alternate again. Alice took him deeper, throat relaxed, while Venti licked the heavy balls. He laughed against Varka’s sack, the vibration travelling straight through before he climbed back up to meet her tongue again. Another wet, dirty kiss, right on top of the glans. Varka watched the shining strands of saliva stretch between their lips and nearly came just from the sight.
"Fuck… you two…" His voice cracked. He was sweating, chest heaving too fast.
Venti giggled and licked the corner of her mouth before turning toward the knight.
Alice smiled against his skin, delicate fingers squeezing the base while Venti sucked the head hard, making obscene little noises.
They kissed again, long, obscene, tongues dancing while Varka’s cock pulsed between their pressed faces.
Alice licked slowly along the base, blowing hot air before speaking, voice sweet as poison. "Look at you, Varka… so big and strong, yet shaking like a recruit on his first drill."
Venti laughed, teeth grazing the glans lightly, making Varka writhe. "You’re throbbing so much. Every day marching with a sword in hand, but here it’s another sword that gives the orders, huh? Especially with a married woman and your own Archon… tsk, tsk. What a scandal for Mondstadt’s hero."
The bard licked a stripe up the base, perfectly opposite Alice’s line, and the Grand Master gasped.
"You can taste it. Salty with remorse, guilt." Venti smiled, devilish. "You’re going to have to beg if you want to come in our mouths."
Varka nearly choked.
He squeezed his eyes shut, chest rising and falling rapidly. "...please."
Alice smiled, pleased, but still said,
"Louder. And look at us while you say it."
Venti gave his thigh a light slap.
The sight of the two of them was either heavenly or straight out of hell. Varka couldn’t decide. Both had swollen, red lips. Utterly sinful.
"…please… let me come in your mouths."
“Good boy.” Varka was so lost in pleasure he couldn’t even tell who whispered it.
They attacked again. Alice swallowing deep, throat relaxed, while Venti licked everything that was left, tongues dancing, muffled moans, saliva dripping down the entire length.
The wicked look in both their eyes was enough.
The orgasm hit like a breaking wave, violent. Varka grabbed both their hair at once, hips thrusting forward as he spilled into whoever’s mouth was closest. First Alice, then Venti, then both together, licking everything, kissing with mouths full of him.
And then…
…silence.
The heat vanished suddenly and only the cold air remained, slipping through the window cracks.
He was alone, lying on his back in his own bed, the front of his trousers soaked, cock still half-hard and twitching against the fabric.
His heart pounded so hard it hurt.
He dragged a hand over his face, breathing heavily.
"Shit…"
It was just a dream.
Just a dream.
He stared at the canvas ceiling, the phantom taste of apple and wine still on his tongue
.And, against all logic and honor, his cock gave one last weak throb just from remembering.
A damn good dream.