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Not even the birds are awake this early in the morning, but the harsh Sumeru sun still threatens to cook you when you aren’t shielded by trees. You are on your way to your next commission when you spot some beautiful flowers growing from a vine overhead. You pick them, and before you put them in your bag, you take a sniff. They smell sweet. They smell so sweet, in fact, you can’t pull your nose away. You inhale the cloying scent until you can practically taste it, until your whole head feels full of warm, fuzzy pollen. That heat spreads down your neck, over your shoulders, and beneath your collar before it occurs to you that something might be wrong.
Cursing yourself, you stumble to your feet. The first person that comes to mind who would know what is going on is Tighnari, and you are thankful to already be so close to Gandharva Ville. It takes longer than it normally would, with your legs feeling oddly tingly and your mouth becoming dryer by the minute, but finally you trudge through the door of Tighnari’s home. He sits at his desk turning a brightly colored mushroom beneath a light, and turns to you with a pleasant smile that instantly falls.
“Oh. Oh no. Please tell me that’s Luminescent Pollen all over your face.”
“No?” You rub absently at your nose and cheeks as you shake your head. With a tut Tighnari rises from his desk and yanks one of his shirts from his dresser to clear your face of pollen as quickly as possible. One of his hands cups your cheek to steady your head, his fingers are so cold in comparison to your skin that you shiver.
“How long ago? Where?”
“I don’t—“ You have to swallow mid-sentence to avoid drooling. When did your mouth go from dry as the desert to this? It draws your attention to how hot your airway has become in the short time it took for you to reach Tighnari’s home, with each breath you take feeling like fire down your throat. The cool hand holding your face gently bats at your cheek.
“Hey, focus. You can’t do this here.” He scrubs your face, careful not to let any of the pollen touch his skin, before tossing the fabric into a sample bag and closing it up. “It must not have been long ago if you’re this lucid, we might have time to get you out of here before it gets embarrassing for you.”
You swallow more molten saliva gathering in your mouth while Tighnari hustles to gather a few things into a bag that he then slings over his shoulder. He approaches you with a small, white tablet that he shoves into your mouth before immediately directing you out of the door.
“Let that dissolve, it will keep you from having a febrile seizure.”
The pill is sweet and coats the inside of your mouth within seconds. It takes the edge off of the building heat and makes breathing more comfortable, though it does nothing for the haze overtaking your mind. You do your best to follow Tighnari at his brisk pace, but your legs feel like all of the muscle has dissolved right alongside the medicine, and you stagger to the closest railing to avoid falling to the ground.
With an impatient sigh, Tighnari scoops you up and caries you with your legs astride his stomach and his hands hooked beneath your thighs. “Don’t make a sound if you want to come here again without being known as the big lummox who smelled a Frisking Flower.”
“What’d you even mea—?” Before you can finish, a feather-light moan overtakes your voice. You snap your mouth shut as a hot blush rivals the heat that was already consuming your body. Maybe it’s better to trust that he knows what he’s talking about and remain quiet for the rest of the way to… wherever he is taking you.
His boots thunk heavily on the wooden bridge as he caries you into the forest. Between the blazing Sumeru sun being blocked by thick leaves, and the cool skin of Tighnari’s neck against your face, you are finally able to take your mind off of how terribly hot you are and focus instead on the twisting pressure in your gut.
It started with a gentle pull in your stomach the moment you first smelled the sweet pollen before, and continued to balloon up with each passing minute that it took to make it to Tighnari. Now your belly rubs against his to the rhythm of his steady steps, and it feels like something inside you might fray apart and snap if it doesn’t stop soon. You try again to speak, but another pathetic sound leaks into the collar of his shirt in lieu of words.
“We’re not in earshot of anyone else, you’re okay to make noise now.” Without the stress of trying to protect your dignity, Tighnari’s voice is much softer, if a little mocking. “I would have thought a seasoned adventurer like you would know not to shove your nose somewhere you have no knowledge of.”
“Sorry, sorr—“ Your apology breaks off into a shuddering gasp when he hikes you upward to reposition his grip. Tighnari’s chuckle at your expense rumbles from your brain all the way to your pelvis, where all of the heat and pressure seem to be pooling. Not the medicine, not the shade, not the cool embrace of Tighnari’s body are doing anything for how hot you feel there.
“It’s fine, you’re not the first idiot to be drawn in by those flowers. I just can’t let you come down in Gandharva Ville, you’d scandalize everyone, not to mention yourself. But it’s spring, so here in the forest, you’ll fit right in with all the other longing creatures crying out for a mate.”
Tighnari’s words don’t reach you. Your focus is honed on the swirling ache between your legs that spreads down your inner thighs, and though this position doesn’t give you much leverage, you still try to arch your hips forward to chase the feeling into the firm plane of Tighnari’s stomach.
“Aht,” Tighnari scolds. “None of that. We’re almost there, you’ll be able to get some relief soon.”
Luckily for you, it doesn’t take long to make it to a clearing in the forest that is so shaded by the branches and leaves overhead that it could pass as dusk. Tighnari carefully places you at the base of a tree before taking the bag off of his shoulder and taking things out.
“Water. A towel. And these.” He presents a small bottle and shakes it to make the pills inside rattle. “You need to let me know as soon as that fever of yours breaks so you can start taking these. If you don’t, you’ll break out in a purple rash, and everyone who looks at you for the following two weeks will know exactly what happened. I’m going to make myself sparse for the sake of your modesty, but I’ll be close enough to hear you when you call.”
Now that you are no longer being squeezed against Tighnari’s front, some of the pressure inside of you has dissipated and you try to get a better grasp of the situation. You’ve accidentally drugged yourself, your reproductive system is on fire, and the only person who has any idea what exactly is going on and how to fix it wants to “make himself sparse”? The idea of being left alone is terrifying on top of the discomfort and embarrassment you already feel, and before you can think better of it you murmur, “Why’re you leaving me?”
Tighnari scoffs as he tosses the canteen of water and towel beside you. “Calm down, it’s not like you’re being exiled. Do you want me to just wait on the other side of the tree, then? That way I’ll still be here, but you’ll have… some… privacy…” His words dry up as you tug up your dress and push your hand into your underwear, holding fuzzy eye contact with him until your fingers brushing your clit force your eyes shut. He stammers before saying, “Right, I’ll be back here, then.”
“Don’t leave me— don’t—“ You make a soft, shuddering sound before opening your eyes again. Tighnari’s cheeks are flushed red and it makes your legs quiver as you move your fingers faster. You didn’t need your sinuses full of Frisky Pollen to know that you find him attractive, but you never would have expected this to be the way he found out about it. The ache between your legs clouds your better thinking, and you resort to acting completely on what you desire. You spread your feet apart, offering the grass in front of you for Tighnari to sit. “Here. Please.”
“I… shouldn’t.”
You cycle between closing your eyes, an involuntary move on your part, and forcing them open to stare at him. Each time you look up at him again he is a little bit closer, his expression a little bit darker, until he is finally kneeling on the grass between your legs. He places the bottle of pills to the side and pulls off his gloves before hooking his fingers beneath the waistband of your underwear. The simple contact at either side of your hips sends sparks over your skin, and you lift yourself up as best you can. What little self-consciousness that remains in your body bubbles up when your underwear is tossed to the side and Tighnari’s elbows are planted in the grass in front of you. “You don’t— you don’t have to do that.”
After only a beat of hesitation, Tighnari smiles impishly. “As your acting physician, I have to be sure that your fever is… properly quelled. And as a citizen of Teyvat, it would be near sacrilege to allow such an outstanding hero as you to suffer like this.” He urges your legs over his shoulders before grabbing your hand and licking away the moisture from your fingers. “Even if you are a moron.”
Two of his fingers press easily into you, and they immediately curl upward to press into your g-spot. As you arch off of the ground and cry out at the sudden burst of stimulation, he uses the thumb and forefinger of his other hand to spread your outer labia open and further expose your clit. “Oh, you’re so swollen,” He croons. “Just how much pollen did you get into, Traveler?”
You aren’t given time to respond with anything other than a choked gasp as he lathes his tongue over you. The sparking pleasure spreads into your belly and you buck up for more, but he pulls his head back with a malicious chuckle. “Relax, I’m not going anywhere. You be good and lie still, huh?”
“I can’t, I can’t…”
With a permissive hum, Tighnari starts in with a steady rhythm of thrusts with his fingers and matches that pace with his tongue. You yank your hips against him and practically sob, but he doesn’t scold you again, instead he uses his hand that isn’t busy inside of you to hold you down at the hips. He maintains composure and doesn’t let up with his mouth no matter how much you splutter and squirm in his grasp.
As much as you want to keep watching what is happening between your legs, climbing pressure forces your eyes closed. The fever roaring inside you is nothing compared to how hot Tighnari’s tongue is as it runs mercilessly over your clit. He pauses briefly to swallow thickly, to take a shuddering breath, before diving back in with even more vigor. He begins hooking his fingers upward, hard, slamming into your g-spot and spinning the coil in your pelvis ever tighter.
Wet lapping sounds compete with the soft noises he makes as he breathes, but they are both drown out by your mounting shouts that indicate your impending release. You can’t stop your thighs from squeezing at either side of Tighnari’s head, but he only encourages you to do so by grasping the outside of your leg and holding you closer as you topple over the edge.
The heat rises from Tighnari’s mouth all the way to your ears before it is finally released. Your clit pulses against his tongue and you cry out so loudly that the people of Gandharva Ville still might have heard you, despite his best efforts to spare you the embarrassment. You open your eyes when you feel him slowly starting to pull away to watch him lean back on his heels and lick the moisture away from his fingers. The sight of flushed cheeks, blown pupils, and his erection prominent between his legs replace all of the relief he just gave you with new desperation.
“Nari, please.”
“‘Please’ what, you needy thing?” Tighnari’s usual mischievous tone is overshadowed by his arousal. He swallows again, trying to regain some amount of decorum. His voice is softer as he asks, “What do you need, Traveller?” He makes a low sound when you grab his cock through the fabric.
“This. Inside me. Now.”
Tighnari stammers. He doesn’t stop you from untying and tossing away the sashes at his waist, or from yanking up the hem of his shirt to expose his stomach and the trail of black hair that disappears beneath his waistband. However, when you dip your fingers into his pants to pull them open and free his cock, he grabs your hand firmly. “We… really shouldn’t.”
“You didn’t have any problem with eating me out, why not this?”
Tighnari blinks at you, deliberately slow. He allows you time to think through how stupid you are being, instead of telling you outright.
“Uh, right. I don’t suppose you brought any condoms?”
“No, this wasn’t on my radar of things that might happen.”
You look from Tighnari’s face to his cock, and a groan forces itself out of you when you see the patch of fabric over his head damp with precum. “Couldn’t you just pull out?”
Whatever weak argument Tighnari was going to make turns to a low sigh when you stroke him through his pants. He arches his hips forward, and you have to fight the urge to allow it. Instead you pull your hand away and flash what you hope is an endearing smirk at him. “Nope. If you want something from me, you’ll have to get it right here.” You place your hand between your legs, pulling apart your labia to fully expose yourself. Your legs are spread wide for him, and he is already knelt between them, all he would need to do is—
“Archons,” He hisses before pushing his pants down his thighs and crowding into your space even further. You feel the heat of his cock resting on top of your mound as he positions himself, pushing his knees against the base of the tree to allow your legs to drape over his thighs. He leans back, grabs his shaft to direct his head to your slit, and gives you a final, foggy look to confirm this is really what you want.
Upon your nod, he slowly pushes inside. His hips connect with yours in an easy movement, and you both huff out a breath of semi-relief. Desire bordering on pain is packed tight inside of you alongside Tighnari’s cock, and the remedy lies within his hands holding your hips as he starts to move.
Tighnari has lost a lot of the smooth rhythm he had while eating you out, but he is no less focused on making sure your needs are being met. His fingers sink into your soft skin to tilt your hips forward and assures that with each thrust, aided by the plentiful fluid your body has produced, his pelvis rubs with sparking pleasure over your clit. Once he sees that you can handle more without experiencing any pain, he picks up the intensity by slamming his hips upward while his hands drag your body down to meet him. He leans in close to your mouth and asks, “Is kissing alright, or just this?”
You scoff, shove your fingers into the hair at the base of his skull, and drag him in for an open-mouthed kiss. It’s really just an excuse to be touching each other that much more, because the kiss only really consists of appreciative noises being made into each other’s mouth.
Tighnari hammers into you until you are shaking in his hands, until his thrusts become short and smack loudly against you. He groans and says, “I’m getting close, if I finish before you I’ll eat you again.”
Truthfully, you are bordering on the edge of your second orgasm anyway. But you can’t stop yourself from saying what instantly comes to your mind. “You could just finish inside me, that would definitely make me come.”
He shivers at the suggestion. “No, I’m gonna pull out. I’m gonna pull out, I’m—” His assurances fade away into a shuddering moan. Despite what he says, he continues to thrust mercilessly into you, his thighs starting to tremble as he clearly nears his peak. It’s finally too much for you to take, and you come with a sharp cry. Your orgasm squeezes around Tighnari’s cock and provides that much more warm, slick fluid for him to rut into, and he whimpers. “I’m gonna—!”
He suddenly stills with a choked sound. You feel his cock pulse inside of you once, twice, before he hurriedly pulls away and strokes himself over the grass to complete his orgasm. You can’t tell if his cheeks are so very red because of the intensity of his pleasure or the embarrassment of not making it out in time, and you throw him a lazy smile when he peeks at you.
“Apologies, I got carried away.”
“The only reason you would need to apologize is if you can’t get it up again.” You push him onto his back and straddle his hips before taking his half-soft cock in your hand and stroking him. He is already stiffening in your grasp, and as soon as you are able, you slip the entirety of his length inside again.
“Heh, still need more, do you?”
You respond by pinning him down at the chest and swirling your hips. His cock, slimy with cum and your fluids, slips against your g-spot perfectly. Even as you start to feel tired and sore, nothing could make you willing to pull away and stop, and Tighnari is happy to let you use him for as long as it takes to eradicate the fever from your body.