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Varka liked to think he was a well-proportioned man. Strong thick thighs, a nice butt (if he does say so himself), toned abs, broad pectorals, not to mention his height. But one feature he reckoned was not proportionate. He was gifted (or cursed) with a dick too large even for the Knight of Boreas. The few casual one-night stands and dalliances he had ended with half his cock in a poor woman's cunt before he adamantly refused to push any further, settling instead for using his more-than-sufficient fingers to get her off. He would politely excuse himself and seek refuge in his own hand, no partner daring to put their mouth anywhere near the monster in his pants.
Setting out for Nod-Krai felt like a definitive time in his life. He felt more responsible than ever and it scared him. Looking back to the shores of Mondstadt, he wasn’t quite sure if he would ever see it again. And so, he forswore romance and all dalliances, knowing they would only bring unwanted sorrows and burdens. And so, as fate would have it, the time he gave up on getting any action was the time he met the first person who could handle him. All of him.
He had set out on an unofficial recon mission of Paha Isle, and was wading through ankle-deep water when a chill ran down his spine, and he knew that it had nothing to do with the ice-cold water he stood in. When had it gotten so dark out? He gazed forward, hand on his claymore. Before him lay a rugged isle, dotted with tombstones and crowned with a dilapidated lighthouse. But Varka feared nothing, not even the unsettling ice-cold tingle that filled his body, and so he made his way through the cemetery. As he neared the building he saw the source of the chill down his back. Yellow eyes stared at him, set in a pallid face, surrounded by long hair that reminded him of the dark blue waters of Nod-Krai.
The figure stood up from the bench he sat on, and bowed slightly, one gloved hand behind his back.
“Welcome to Final Night Cemetery, Sir Knight.”
And thus their– relationship began. From brief combat reports to long drunk nights at the Flagship, they found themselves falling into each other’s arms… and beds. Varka marvelled at Flins’ almost inhuman inability to stretch himself around the bigger man’s cock. The first time he was fully in Flins’ tight heat he swore he saw the gates of Celestia. Several weeks and many rough fucks later, Varka revealed his suspicions to Flins. They were in a room in the Flagship, twisted around each other in a post orgasmic haze and Varka figured it was as good a time as any.
“Hey Flins?”
The other man peered up from where his cheek rested against Varka’s firm chest, long eyelashes fluttering over yellow gleaming eyes. Varka bit back a groan (he was impossibly weak to Flins’ ‘fuck me’ eyes) and forced himself to focus on the subject at hand.
“I’ve…slept with other people, y’know,” off to a fantastic start, Varka mentally chided himself.
“And I’m infinitely jealous of all of them,” Flins replied. Curse this man (?) and his silver tongue.
“Sorry, bad way to start pillow talk.” Varka cleared his throat. “I’m uhh- pretty well endowed, if I do say so myself.”
Flins moved his thigh to gently press along the others flaccid length, still dauntingly large, even when soft.
“I’ve noticed, Sir knight,” Flins said, his cold hand tracing down Varka’s stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Though hard to choose, it may be my favorite feature of yours.”
Varka bit back a gasp as cold fingers gently stroked his cock, which traitorously twitched with interest.
“Well no one else has ever been able to- y’know, fit it inside.”
“Although I’m flattered, I fear there’s something else on your mind, Mister Varka.”
Flins chuckled, brushing his thumb along the slit of Varka’s now stiff cock, smirking as the knight jerked his hips up.
The man responded with a groan, biting the back of his hand.
“Fuck, you’ll be the death of me, Flins.”
“Don’t speak like that, I haven’t gotten your headstone picked out yet, Sir knight.” Flins joked as he moved down the bed before licking teasingly at the head of Varka’s cock.
Varka roughly grabbed the midnight blue locks, pulling a surprised gasp out of Flins as he was forced to look up into Varka's vivid eyes. Better to cut to the chase, the knight figured.
“You’re not human, are you, Flins.”
Flins’ yellow eyes widened slightly before narrowing as he looked up at Varka through dark eyelashes, pulling his head down from Varka’s hand to nose at the base of his cock.
“An astute observation, Sir Knight. Though may I point out, I am still in your bed.”
Varka laughed breathlessly.
“Don’t get me wrong,” he said, “I’m not put off or anything. I’ve met my fair share of non-humans. Hell, I think one of my adopted kids is a vampire, but I don’t know how to ask her,” he chuckled awkwardly before sobering up, bringing his hand down to caress Flins’ face. “It’s just, you’ve come to be my closest companion here. I don’t want there to be any secrets between us. I want you to be yourself around me.”
Flins was taken aback by the other man’s honesty and felt his frigid heart melt slightly into Varka’s touch. He sat up quickly before straddling the bigger man’s thighs, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. He needed him desperately, something in Varka’s words bringing his closely guarded fae instincts out.
Varka gently separated them, holding Flins’ head gently, smiling at the other’s disgruntled face.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he said gently, “I’ll give you what you want. Just tell me what you are.”
Flins grinded into Varka’s lap with a moan.
“Guess.”
“Succubus?”
Flins chuckled. “You do me a disservice, Mister Varka. I only put out for you.”
“Fuck,” Varka sounded winded. “Vampire?”
“Close, but no. I’m a fae.”
Realization dawned on Varka’s face.
“And I’m going to be the knight you devour then, eh?”
Flins thought about lecturing him on fae stereotypes but decided he couldn’t wait any longer.
“If you’ll let me, Sir Knight.”
“Gladly.”
Varka pulled Flins into a sloppy kiss as the fae reached behind to grasp the monster of a cock that was twitching against his back. He sat back onto it, reveling in Varka’s moans and whimpers that he muffled with his lips. Despite having fucked just a few minutes prior, the stretch was a lot, even for the mouldable body of the fae. No sooner was he seated on Varka’s cock then he began bouncing up and down at a feverish pace, thighs slapping on the others lewdly.
Varka truly felt like he was being devoured like the knights in his story book as a kid. Flins’ tight, hot hole was slick with cum and lube and stretched so deliciously around him. Flins’ head was flung back in ecstasy and Varka roughly grasped his locks, pulling him down into a messy kiss, all teeth and tongue. In the haze of pleasure it took him longer than it should have to realize Flins’ tongue pushed into his mouth far further than it should have. He pulled their faces apart, gasping in awe as he noticed blue light softly flickering around the fae’s eyes and mouth. An inhumanly long tongue lolled from his mouth in pleasure, dripping glowing saliva over his own chest. Varka now felt like he himself was overtaken by the instincts of the fae, wanting nothing more than to take and stake his claim on the being before him. He planted his feet on the mattress and thrust upwards into the soft wet heat surrounding him. He wrapped a hand around the pale neck of his lover, marveling at how slim it felt in his hands. Flins’ hands came up to wrap around Varka’s forearm, at first, he thought to push him away, but the greedy fae guided his arm back towards his throat. Varka squeezed and suddenly the room was filled with blue light, as two wings ruptured into the sex-filled air from Flins’ back. Varka watched in awe as his lover came undone, wings fluttering and insides clenching like a vice. The sight sent the other man over the edge, burying himself in the tight, waiting heat, pumping the fae full of cum.
Varka blinked his eyes, realizing he came so hard he blacked out. His cock was still surrounded by the warmth of the fae, who was collapsed on his chest. Varka threaded his hands through soft locks, gently scratching the other’s scalp. He was distracted by a low noise that seemingly came from the man on top of him. With a shock he realized the fae was purring. Varka never imagined himself as a marrying man, but he would willingly give up all his rank and honor to make a wife out of the man in his arms. He blinked in shock at his own thoughts, sitting up gently, trying not to disturb the other. But Flins rolled over slowly, dislodging Varka’s cock from him with a disappointed whimper. Varka noticed his yellow eyes seemed to be slightly glazed over. He laid a too-soft kiss on Flins’ forehead before turning around to grab a towel to wipe him down with. His breath caught in his throat when he turned around. Flins was laid on his side, one hand reached behind him, three fingers pushed in his still stretched hole.
“What’re you doing, sweetheart? Let me wipe you down.”
But Flins just shook his head, pushing his fingers deeper into himself and whimpering quietly. Varka ignored how his spent cock gave a pathetic twitch at the sight. His lover was clearly unsatisfied and Varka took his aftercare very seriously. He leaned over and stroked Flins’ cheek.
“What’s the matter, darlin’?”
Flins whined.
“It keeps leaking out,” he whispered, pushing his hips back towards Varka. “Put more in, please.”
Varka willed himself not to let out an unmanly noise at the sight.
“Give me a minute, sweetheart, I’m only human,” he chuckled at his half-joke.
Flins whined again pulling his knees beneath him and arching his back, looking over his shoulder.
“Please, mate, I need you.”
This time Varka did let out an unmanly noise. As much as he would love to take Flins’ again, his dick was spent and the fae was clearly not completely lucid. Instead, he settles for pushing three thick fingers into Flins’ gaping hole, trying to push his own cum back in. That action seemed to satiate the fae for the time being as he relaxed into Varka’s touch and closed his eyes. The knight rubbed soothing circles over his rump for several minutes before gently extracting his fingers, watching in awe as Flins’ hole seemed to try to suck him back in. The fae rolled over, eyes still closed, gesturing for Varka to lay beside him. The man had no choice but to oblige, pulling the unnaturally cold body to his chest. Everytime Varka held Flins he determined to permanently raise his body temperature by a few degrees. It never worked, but he never gave up trying. He fell into a gentle slumber
Varka knew not how much time had passed when he opened his eyes again, shocked to find Flins’ unnaturally pupilless eyes staring at him. Once he got over the fright, he reached up to hold the other's face.
“Hey, sweetheart. What’s up?”
“Master Varka,” he said, his tone very much opposite to how he last addressed Varka, “may I inquire what happened between us?”
Varka stared at him in confusion.
“As in the fucking? You gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“I’m glad I was satisfactory,” he replied with a slight smile. “However, it seems I let my glamour magic slip. I fear my instincts got the better of me. I have no memory of what happened after you impaled me.”
“You were the most beautiful damn thing I’ve ever seen, Flins.” Varka pulled him down into a chaste kiss and swore he saw a pallid flush climb into Flins’ face. He decided to not mention Flins addressing him as ‘mate’ and fingering his cum back into himself. That would be a secret he would keep between him and his right hand when he returned to Mondstadt.
They dressed in a comfortable silence, Flins pretending not to notice the way Varka’s eyes lingered on his back. Though he didn’t remember, Flins figured his wings had manifested. He turned to Varka, guessing his thoughts.
“Master Varka, if you have any questions about the fae, I will gladly answer to the best of my ability.”
The other man chuckled and rubbed his neck. “You read my mind, Flins.” He wrapped his arms around the smaller man. “I do have one question, darlin’. How do the fae approach the uh– subject of courtship? Asked for a friend, of course.”
Flins turned around and wrapped his arms around Varka’s broad shoulders. He peered up at the taller man.
“The fae have many and varied rituals when it comes to courtship, the process often spanning decades. However, my dear Sir Knight, thanks to your handsome face, and ahh– well-endowed proportions, I think a glass of fire-water from the bar would be sufficient.”