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Ever since you first fought alongside Lohen during an emergency in Mondstadt, you had grown to like his brazen and emboldened personality. You had met most of the Knights of Favonius, as Barbara had garnered quite a following of attention. Sometimes you wonder how she doesn’t collapse under the pressure.
Today was no different. You and her both opened up the church. Most of the other nuns were helping to set up for Windblume, so naturally they were very busy. It was just you and her. While dusting off some of the surfaces, you start to strike up a friendly conversation; why not gossip about boys with the church girl?
“So… Have you had crushes on anyone in this city?” You smirk at her, giggling quietly.
She immediately jumps to defend herself. “N-no!! Nothing like that! I don’t have a crush on anyone!” Frantically shaking her head no.
You chuckle at her shyness. She might have a crush on you, but you pay no mind as you continue to clean off the rails.
“Um… What about you?” Barbara turns to you, a pink hue of blush on her cheeks. Your mind jumps to one person in particular. “I think it would have to be Lohen… I haven’t seen him in a while, but he fights so well, I enjoyed running off for a bit and watching him train back when he was around more.“
“Aww, talking about me?” Someone calls out from the doors, which should have been locked.
Lohen, the Vice Captain of the Knights’ Fifth Company, was standing by the frame, twirling some of his hair in between his fingers before letting go and leaning forward.
“I came to see Barbara to ask about her sister and how her mission went since I last saw her, but it sounds like someone’s been thinking about me.” Lord Barbatos, he’s walking closer to you.
“You’re cute. I think we’ve worked together before but I never got your name.” He uses his thumb to tilt your chin up towards him. He smirks, his beautiful purple eyes staring straight into your doe-like irises. You feel your ears heat up as you nervously stutter over your words, as you tell him your name.
“You have a beautiful name, you know that?” He glances over to Barbara, who is trying to seem like she’s not eavesdropping. Not that you mind. “I think you should come with me after you’ve done your work here. I’m heading to the Tavern later.”
“I can’t drink…” You tell him.
“Ah. Wanna go to Good Hunter then? Call it a date.” No way this is happening! You always looked for him every month when he would return from his expeditions to rest at home. The most he’s ever acknowledged you was a slight glance after you had waved to him on the streets.
“Sure, what time?”
“Meet me at dawn, okay? I’ll get us a table.”
You nod and start to finish your duties as Lohen leaves, sticking his tongue out before closing the door. After cleaning up, Barbara winks and wishes you good luck as you head home to throw on something nice. You pick your brown cardigan, along with a long sleeve white shirt and some black slacks. While tying your boots, you stress about every little detail; your bangs, the back of your hair… This is your first date, after all.
As you run out the house, you quickly fix your makeup. You get to the table and he’s sitting there, waiting for you.
“Haah…. hh… I’m here.” You gasp for air having ran there seconds ago.
“Great. Here’s the menu, your water…” He trails off. “Oh, and I ordered us some appetizers, too. I hope you like bread and hashbrowns.” Lohen smiles.
You thank him for the food. As your date continues, everything goes relatively smoothly, with you two chatting about your schedules. At some point, Lohen points out a raven in the sky. You look up. “Awh, you missed it.” He sighs.
He tells you some interesting things about Nod-Krai. Lohen talks about the people he met, how he was, quote, “bored of fighting the wild hunt and winning too easily,” after him and his, quote, “useless troops,” had finished off the stronger ones already. He notes that he specifically told them to go after the smaller ones, too. Part of you wonders how he could be so carefree.
As your food comes out, you start to take small bites. You aren’t really that hungry. Something in your stomach turns, maybe anxiety? You two talk about… Something… You mutter something before losing consciousness.
Voices swirl around you. You hear one in particular, before you wake up against a brick wall? It looks like… Behind the church, but you can’t really see with the spots in your vision. Someone crawls on top of you. Mint silver hair, an ominous smirk on his face. The details are blurry but it looks like Lohen… He wouldn’t do anything harsh, right? No, no, you need to get out. This isn’t normal.
“You’re finally awake. For a second I thought I added too many pills. I know you’re a tough one so I added a few extra.” There’s a sickening tone to his voice, as if he’s really gonna do something to you. You try to crawl back into the wall but you can’t even sit up properly. Almost as if your body is detached from your mind.
“Please… what are you doing…” You managed to muster out.
“Awh, don’t cry, I’ll be gentle.” He leans in and licks the warm tears off your cheek. It feels so nice as his hot saliva coats your face.
He starts to undress you, taking off your shirt (your cardigan was removed upon fainting), and then your underwear. You manage to kick him, but he doesn’t budge, even with how much strength you put into it. You try to push him off, but he has solid ground, and your back scrapes against the concrete. He undresses himself and you try to not think about what’s going on by staring at his torso. His body is so well-sculpted it makes you… Something’s pressing against you.
“No…no, no, please, please…” You beg.
“Hmm, but your body looks so perfect. Untouched I bet, right?” He coos at you.
“I’m still a virgin… I haven’t even held hands… Please, Lohen, let me go...” He starts to line himself up with your pussy. You attempt one last move, and headbutt him. He hisses, but quickly composes himself. Terrifyingly, you’re too weak to fight back in this state; meaning Lohen is about to deflower you.
“I thought you’d be more like Rosaria; walking around in such a slutty get-up really gives off that ‘I’m a church girl but you can still fuck the life out of me in the back alley’ vibe,” Intertwining your fingers with his instinctively. You still have a crush on him, after all. You’re so wet, part of you wants to give in, to feel him inside of you, whether it’s your will or his.
Lohen brings your hand up to his lips, planting a kiss on your fingers. Part of you wants to kick your feet happily but you know you won’t be able to. Maybe you shouldn’t be giddy over someone who’s about to rape you.
Is it really rape if you like it?
He pushes the tip up to your pussy. He looks up at you, silently trying to read your feelings. As if it would matter. Still, you swallow and make no move to stop him. He forces himself inside, breaking your hymen and making you cry out in pain. You try to grip at the pavement but it doesn’t work. Blood mixes with your juices as Lohen moans, licking some of it off his finger.
“So beautiful. I’ve been waiting to do this ever since I saw you stalking me.” He snickers and starts thrusting. “I always loved how you looked so innocent… always—fuck… Always wanted to break you like this.” You involuntarily whine each time he slides into you, your walls clenching around his cock. “I wonder how you’d react if I hadn’t drugged you. I bet you’d be fighting back, maybe you’d even turn the tables on me…” He goes on, lost in his head as he destroys your cervix.
You can’t help but make pathetic noises and sounds. As much as you try to stifle them you end up moving your hand to lift yourself in order to make the position hurt less. The brick wall digging into your shoulder blades isn’t exactly what you’d call pleasant. Though, is anything here in this moment pleasant?
That question gets answered quickly as he starts to bite and lick at your neck. The sudden, weird sensation of getting hickeys has you holding onto him begging for more. Your mind almost shifts in and out of your body. It’s almost scary. Like you’re watching yourself in third person.
You hear a slap, followed by a stinging on your cheek.
“Hey, don’t pass out on me. I’m not done with you yet. I want to leave you broken and bruised.” He says with a sinister voice, starting to move inside you again.
You don’t recall most of what’s happening until you get thrown back in the moment, your cheeks glistening with sweat and tears. He’s still not done? Time can feel so long yet so short, as you come down from the effects of the drug, yet still being ruthlessly fucked into.
“Ghh—fuck… Lohen, pleaseee…. Stop, it hurts—ah!”
He giggles. You question his sanity a little bit.
“Finally waking up? I tried punching you but even then, you wouldn’t move. Though I gotta say, your sleepy moans are really hot.” He digs into your thighs with his nails. The area already felt sore, like he’s been doing it for a while. Does he ever run out of stamina?
“I really do think you should become a prostitute. Plenty of guys would pay to fuck you like this. If you’re lucky I think even the Grandmaster would give you a chance, hmm?” …Or does he ever shut up?
“….m’not a whore—Gods above—!” You cry as you climax, trying to hide it. But you know he can feel it. You can feel melting into him, too.
“C’mon, why can’t you just—give up already?” With another few thrusts he cums inside. It feels like he’s already done that already. It feels nice, and before you realize it, your fingers are toying with your clit.
“Aww, someone’s starting to like it I see? You’re so adorable.” He lets you finger yourself, instead pulling out and tongue-kissing you. His mouth is wet and warm and tastes like apple peels and almonds. Amongst other bodily fluids.
One hand pulls his neck closer, while the other is lazily fucking into yourself, making sloppy noises that only make you hornier. Lohen moans as he practically starts to devour you. You let him practically fuck his tongue into your throat as you gag and tear up. He sits on top of you as his fingertips slide up your bleeding back. It still stings, and he knows that. He probably likes it.
“Lohenn, please… I feel like I’m gonna throw up…” Anything to get off. Post-clarity has awakened something inside you. Throwing up then smearing yourself in the vomit and jacking off until you piss yourself. “Don’t stop…”
You try to guide his cock to your hole, embarrassingly letting it slip out of your hands, before he pushes it in himself and starts going real fast. Fast enough to make you scream and beg for more. Nothing matters but getting off to how slutty he’s made you in one night. Imagine how you would be after a few more nights. At this rate you’d whore yourself out at a gloryhole if he told you to.
You yell out his name as you cum. You hear footsteps, and a thud, but you can’t turn quick enough to see who it was. You only see a glimpse of blonde pigtails.
“What’s that look for? She won’t tell.” He reassures you, almost dismissively.
“No, I…I’m scared of, of…”
“Who, Barbatos? I’m sure he fucks around just as much as the other girls do.” With that, he starts moving inside again, but he’s limp. Hopefully he’s almost done.
You start overthinking it. What are you afraid of? Wasn’t this your dream? Your thoughts spiral and spiral until you’re breaking down inside your head. You’re overwhelmed. Repeated climaxes, being drugged and passed out, and raped… The answer jumps at you.
“……I don’t wanna get pregnaaant…” You whine, crying. This being your first experience has been downright terrifying. Maybe Lohen realizes that, because you catch a sympathetic glimpse in his eye. He stops.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. They make birth control, right? We’ll start you on that. If your parents get mad, you can come live in my apartment, okay?” He gently wipes your tears with his thumb, which feels oddly comforting. This is the Lohen you fell in love with. Maybe his other sides aren’t so bad now.
You pull him in for a hug. He slowly dresses you and picks you up into his arms, carrying your bag on his shoulder.
“C’mere. Let’s get you home, birdie.”
You might’ve liked it a bit too much.