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The corridors of Liyue Penitentiary had never been quiet. At least never while Childe had been an inmate there. There was always some shouting, arguing, or laughing going around. It was obnoxious. Same as the cuffs around his wrists and ankles. This was so not the situation he wanted to be in.
As he was being led to the parlor, Childe wondered who could’ve asked to see him. It wasn’t like his family even knew he was in prison— hell, his father might suspect it, but overall he made sure they steered clear from his business and everything it entailed.
It wasn’t anybody from the gang either— they’d left him to rot in his cell for his short sentence period. Sure, it was just a few months he’d have to serve for “disturbing the peace” as the Milileth had said, and it could even be less if he kept his temper under control and behaved with good conduct. Pulcinella had even said something along the lines of “it will build your character and keep you from getting caught again” after he’d spent his one and only phone call on him. Surely he was trying to “teach him a lesson”.
What a load of bullshit.
Childe scoffed to himself. So much for being a “tight-knit organization” and “having each others’ backs.” He should know better than to trust his fellow gang members.
Still, if it had been one of them on the other side of the bullet-proof glass, it would’ve surprised him less than when he realized who his mystery visitor was.
Donning a white and blue scarf that covered most of her hair, a coat that was looser on her curves than what he was used to see her wear, and a pair of dark sunglasses even though they were inside, was a member of the Abyss gang— the sworn enemies of the Fatui, always in dispute for the rule of the city of Liyue Harbor. And it wasn’t just anyone from the Abyss gang, no… it was one of their most dangerous, infamous members.
In the streets she was known as Ying— and everyone in their line of business knew that things would get ugly once she arrived at the scene. As one of the leaders of her faction, she could hold her ground and knock down five guys twice her size without breaking a sweat and do it while wearing stilettos.
Sweat gathered on the palms of Childe’s hands. Something warm pooled at his abdomen when he set his eyes on her. It almost reached up to his chest.
“Miss me already, girlie?” he smugly said the moment he picked up the phone at his end of the booth, a shit-eating grin spreading throughout his face.
“Call me girlie one more time and I’ll cut your tongue off,” Lumine threatened him, venom laced in between her words. However, Childe knew better than to take her threat to heart.
“Whatever you command, pryntsesa ,” he tried appeasing her with a switch of nickname and the most charming tone he could muster. The one he reserved just for her. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Ying pursed her lips in exasperation before answering. “I thought it was strange that I hadn’t seen you meddling around in our business for a while. So I went ahead and looked into it—”
“Aww, so you were worried about me?” His interruption didn’t faze her, but she did clutch the phone in her hand a bit stronger than necessary.
“So I went ahead and looked into it,” she continued as if he hadn’t spoken at all. “To be sure that you weren’t planning any sort of ambush or tending us a trap. Imagine my surprise when I found out that you had been left to your own devices in this shit hole.”
“You know that’s not my style, pryntsesa. I’m no backstabber, no sneak attacker. When I want to come for you and your little grunts, I will make sure you know I’m coming to get you,” he spoke without a care and with an air of superiority about him. He may be a criminal and an outlaw, but he still had his honor to maintain.
“Is that why the great Tartaglia was caught and then forsaken by his own organization? The Fatui must be doing quite well if they can afford to leave one of their higher-ups out of the game for so long.”
Her words shouldn’t have bothered him like they did. Childe should be used to Ying’s cutthroat speech. Yet, she only fueled the angry voices in his brain that were furious at his own gang for leaving him on time-out like he was just a child.
His nickname sometimes vexed him more than others.
“Cut the crap, Ying. What do you want?”
“Oh, where did all that charm go all of a sudden?” It was now Ying’s turn to tease him. She was quick-witted like that, always looking to have the upper hand no matter the situation. It was one of the many things he liked about her.
Like a cougar stalking her prey, Ying’s golden eyes peeped over the rim of her sunglasses as she took her time to examine him. She languidly popped the gum she was chewing, waiting to see his reaction to her next words.
“I could bail you out of here.”
Childe rolled his eyes. “Out of the goodness of your heart? I don’t think so. I’m not giving you shit, Ying.”
“No one expects you’ll be out of here in a couple more months, correct?”
“What, are you going to kidnap me? Take me to some remote island?” He mocked her.
“Would you like that?”
Her voice was so serious, her question asked so casually. The walls she normally had built around her cracked ever so slightly. It was so unexpected that Childe blinked a few times dumbfounded, asking himself if he had heard her correctly.
Ying sighed. But in the blink of an eye, her business-like demeanor returned as if she’d never shown any vulnerability. “I have a safehouse for myself. No one would know you’re there with me, and we could… you know. Have some fun by ourselves.”
His mouth agape, Childe was left speechless by her proposal. It was like his wildest dreams were coming true, but… was it really going to be that easy? Things didn’t normally just work out for him. He’d had to fight for everything he had obtained and accomplished since he’d been fourteen years old. No one had ever handed him anything.
This little deal of hers was too good to be true.
“How do I know you won’t kill me in my sleep?”
She popped her gum again. “Guess we’ll both have to take the risk.”
“I already told you I’m not opening my mouth, I’m not giving you anything.”
“There won’t be any Fatui nor any Abyss members inside those four walls,” she tilted her sunglasses lower on her nose, giving him a clearer view of the seductive stare she was shooting his way. “It’ll be just us— just you and me, Ajax.”
A chill ran down his spine. Childe cursed her silently. Whether she knew that his resolve crumbled to pieces when she called him by his real name or not, the effect was just the same.
The crimes he’d commit for this woman…
“So I’ll just have to spend some time confined with you? That’s it?”
She smiled a triumphant grin. “Surely it’ll be better than being stuck in this place.”
“And if I refuse?”
“I’ll be happy to walk away and take advantage of you staying off the field for a little longer,” she winked at him. “The choice is yours to make.”
Childe bit his lower lip. He was only fooling himself and attempting to fool her by making a show of weighing his options. How was he supposed to say no to those beautiful big doe-eyes? How was he supposed to resist her full lips? The feel of those perfect breasts under his palms that had plagued his dreams since his first taste of them?
His mouth was starting to water already. Childe thought of running his hands through Ying’s hair and holding her in place as he took her mouth. He imagined those mesmerizing golden eyes staring up at him as she knelt before him, sitting on those fleshy thighs of hers—
An impatient knock on the glass brought him out of his reverie. Suddenly his pants felt too tight. “I don’t have all day, playboy. Do you want out of here or not?”
“Yes!” His answer was a tad impulsive and too eager for his taste. “We have a deal.”
Childe wasn’t sure if he’d be able to not regret this decision in the future, but who was he kidding? The offer was too good to miss. However, when Ying’s red lips turned into a mischievous cheshire grin, he asked himself…
Why did he feel like he just signed a contract with the devil?
~
Due to an unfortunately bad timing on her part, Tartaglia had to wait until the next day to be released. No matter how much Lumine battered her eyelashes at the officers, even when they said they were doing their best to get the paperwork done, business hours ended and she was sent home until the next day. What a disappointment.
Not to fret, one less night with her newly acquired little boytoy was something Lumine could totally live with. She’d come this far without letting her feelings for her so-called rival come to the surface, what difference did a few more hours make?
If anything, she’d have a chance to improve her outfit. This time around, she wouldn’t have to dress undercover since she wasn’t coming inside the building.
Lumine made sure to wear her highest heels, her skimpiest skirt, and a cleavage that would have her twin brother screaming at the top of his lungs to cover up. As if she wasn’t doing worse deeds on an almost daily basis than showing a bit too much skin.
Tartaglia looked hot as ever coming out of his confinement, walking through the gated courtyard with his bad boy attitude oozing off him in his cargo pants and ribbed tank top. He carried a lone duffle bag with his belongings and the way he was eyeing her from head to toe wasn’t lost to her. It made gooseflesh take over the bare skin of her arms and back. She’d had mixed thoughts about how her proposal to Tartaglia would go before she made it, but now, watching him walking so purposefully toward her and with his hungry gaze set his prize, she was sure that she’d made the right move.
She had him eating from the palm of her hand.
Lumine’s heart skipped a treacherous beat. That was all the excitement she was willing to show for now.
Not waiting to lose even one second, Tartaglia made sure to get all in her space, his towering frame trapping her against the hood of her car. His breath was hot against her skin, his piercing gaze challenging her to close the narrow gap left between them. Lumine would’ve rejected him quicker had his scent not been intoxicating as it was— she wondered how he always seemed to carry the salty scent of the ocean with him, on top of his own alluring musk.
“Ready to get out of here, pryntsesa?”
Him and his stupid little nicknames. Rolling her eyes, Lumine pushed him away.
“Just get in the car.”
~
“Hey!”
The sound of his cell phone colliding with the ground outside Ying’s apartment reached Childe’s ears later than he would’ve liked. Actually, he’d rather preferred if it hadn’t reached his ears at all because he’d prefer to still have it in his hands. He knew then that even if he was allowed to run outside and retrieve the device, it would most likely be of no use anymore.
“What the hell—?!”
Ying’s deathly stare froze him on the spot. She had an aura about her that commanded respect, attention, and obedience. Childe was well aware of how fast she could beat him into submission. Strangely enough, that wasn’t a completely bad thought. It was hot even, as he was reminded by the twitching of his cock inside his pants.
Still, his temper got the best of him. “I was making a personal call! I wasn’t trying to break our deal straight away!”
“Oh, so you’re thinking about breaking it eventually?” Ying was unfazed by his anger. It didn’t cease to amaze him, how along with being so unbelievably tiny she was also unbelievably steadfast. And stubborn on top of it.
“That’s not what I—!”
“I’m not taking any chances, jerk,” she took a step forward, poking his chest with his firm index. “We made a deal, you agreed to it without me forcing your hand. Now you’re going to stick to your word and do as I say.”
Childe was so irritated by her, by the situation he now found himself in. He was Tartaglia, ranked 11th in the Fatui gang. He didn’t take any orders from no short-ass—!
“Sit,” Ying commanded.
His reaction was impulsive. Not a cell in his body doubted for even a second to follow her order, even if the lone chair standing in the middle of her living room seemed suspicious.
Ying nodded slightly in approval, glad to have been met with no resistance.
“We’ve got to establish some ground rules here, handsome. Just to ensure we have an understanding of what’s going on.”
Childe was so dumbfounded by her calling him handsome to manage anything else other than a nod as a response. Ying didn’t seem fully pleased with her answer, but it was more than enough to keep her appeased for the moment.
She advanced on him, her hips swaying seductively from left to right and her heavy breasts almost spilling from the tight cleavage they were barely contained in when she leaned down to level their gazes.
He audibly gulped.
“Let’s get something clear first,” from Archons know where, Ying procured a pair of cuffs. “You’re still doing time, though the custodian is different. Let’s call it a… change of administration?”
Now he was only half listening to her. Childe was so enticed by her body, her voice, and that beguiling scent of hers… it was sending the two neurons in his brain into overdrive. He opposed no resistance to what she was doing, he just let her cuff his hands behind his back.
“As long as you remember that, and as long as you behave and have good conduct, things will remain pleasant, things will remain civilized,” she dangerously sat on his lap, her skirt climbing up her milky thighs scandalously high. Ying tilted his head up, her manicured fingers caressing his chin delicately. “Are we clear?”
Childe’s voice came out breathy like it was taking it his all to form coherent words with his mouth. “Yes, ma’am.”
Ying smiled in a way that made him melt on the spot. “Good boy, Ajax.” She cooed.
Her praise lit the fire that was beginning to ignite in his belly more ardently than he’d thought possible. If she wasn’t feeling how eager he was to spend the next months with her now, he had no idea how to let her know so.
“But,” her fingers turned into claws, her tender touch transforming into a bear trap digging into his skin in the blink of an eye. “If you pull some stupid shit like trying to call your headquarters for help or run away from me, we’re going to run into deep, deep trouble. Do you understand, sweetie?”
Stunned by her sudden change of demeanor, Childe did not doubt that she meant business and wouldn’t hesitate to make good on her threat. Ying would never jeopardize her organization, same as he. They both had their own separate loyalties that drove their actions forward. And yet…
Childe was taken aback by how he didn’t seem to mind much the thought of this femme fatale roughing him up.
It might not take much to make that fucked up fantasy true. “I asked, do you understand, Ajax?”
His real name snapped him out of it. In a stupid twist of gears, he chose to defend himself.
“I was only trying to call my family to let them know I’m alright!”
“I don’t care, pretty boy,” Ying’s patience was running thin. She stood up to her full five feet and stepped on him, the heel of her stiletto digging into his manhood. “I call the shots here, I decide when and what you eat when you sleep, what you do 24/7 until your jail time is up. You won’t be able to take a piss without me saying so. Are. We. Clear?”
Childe breathed heavily, partly because of the pressure on his balls, but mostly because of the woman in front of him. Ying was everything— an authority he respected, a strength comparable to his own, a determination that could bring the whole city of Liyue to its knees. Just like an indomitable force of nature, she came and ravaged and took as she pleased, leaving destruction wherever she went through and looking devastatingly resplendent as she did.
No matter the risks it took to be in the same room as her, in the predicament he currently was in, Childe would choose her every time. Rivalry between factions be damned.
He admired her like she held the secret of the stars, the moon, and the whole universe in the palm of her hand.
“Crystal,” he let out with a hoarse voice.
~
What was it about this woman that made Childe bend to her will without a second thought? Was it the perilous danger of associating with the enemy? Was it her dominating character? Or was it the shape of her curves and the juicy handfuls of her flesh that drove him to the verge of insanity?
All of the above.
As soon as Ying made their situation clear, her demeanor changed completely. She relaxed her shoulders, cracked her neck, and smiled seductively at him, those full lips of hers enticing him immediately. With her golden eyes, she sized him up like he was nothing but a piece of meat.
She sat on his lap again, her arms snaking around his neck with ease. Childe would’ve wrapped his own around her waist if he had the chance — though for now, he could only rattle against the cuffs around his wrists.
“You should’ve called me as soon as you landed in that place,” Ying tenderly brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead, the contact feeling like electricity against his skin. Her face was so close to his, it took all his might not to close the gap between them then— he didn’t want to seem too desperate. Her voice had a slight tinge of concern, but it surely must’ve been his mind playing games on him.
“As if I would crawl to the enemy for help,” he taunted her, not believing his own bullshit. “Besides, how could I when you haven’t had the sensibility to give me your number?”
She tapped his nose with the tip of her finger. “You’d have to ask nicely. However, to do that you’d have to have some sort of manners.”
“Oh, like you know any?”
“I’d be willing to give you some lessons,” her hands explored his body, tracing the sturdy muscles of his arms and chest through his tight shirt. Childe was having a hard time keeping himself under control. Ying would surely feel his excitement soon if he didn’t. “Though I’d have to make sure I wasn’t wasting my valuable time on you.”
“I’ll be your most stellar student,” he promised, his voice low and strained. The cuffs were getting more annoying by the second.
“Will you?” A wandering hand sneaked under his shirt, tracing his stout abs and the roughened skin of the scars splayed on them.
Childe let out a grunt. There was no way she couldn’t feel his erection against her now. And she was so devastatingly close to him, dangling herself as a forbidden treasure in front of him and she still felt so damn far away because of these damn restraints…
“Ying, you’re killing me,” he practically groaned. “Get these things off me so I can touch you?”
Ying stopped her ministrations to look at him intently, her piercing gaze diverted by his pleading.
“What’s the magic word?” She teased.
Childe sighed. He’d never admit he was begging her, but… fuck it, she was too hard to resist. She was the moon and he was the ocean, his tides a willing subject to her pull.
“Please?”
Something mischievous flashed behind Ying’s smirk.
“The cuffs stay on,” she finally said after a moment of suspense. “But, that doesn’t mean you can’t touch.”
And just like that, she pulled her shirt over her head, releasing that pair of perfect breasts she possessed from their confinement. Childe was immediately mesmerized by their glory, ecstatic to discover her nipples were already hard and taut, two perfectly round pebbles that stiffened when exposed to the chilly air blown by the ceiling fan.
If only he could—
Unexpectedly, Ying grabbed a fistful of his hair and shoved his face against her bosom, arching her back to let him have better access to it. Naturally, Childe was immediately thunderstruck.
But eventually, he came to his senses.
As irritated as he was by his bindings, Ying’s alternative wasn’t something he was about to complain about. Childe nuzzled his face in between her tits like a starving man, feeling grateful to all the Atchons above for letting him be the one trapped in this situation.
Then, he turned his face to the side to pepper kisses and lovingly nibble on her porcelain skin, making his way to the tip. When his tongue felt the texture of her aureola and subsequently, her erect nipple, he got down to work on it immediately.
He knew Ying liked it rough, so he didn’t measure the sting of his first bite on it. It might’ve been too much even to his taste, but Ying moaned his name so hard in response, that he couldn’t find in him to stop and ask her if she was okay. He could only keep going.
“Oh, Ajax,” she mewled his name without letting go of his hair, returning his roughness in kind with her tough tugs. “Yes! Yes!”
Her moans of pleasure were music to his ears. He never wanted her to stop saying his name. He never wanted her to stop making those noises for him.
Only for him.
Changing his ministrations to her other breast, Childe remained as relentless in his nibbling and his sucking as he could, determination cementing in him to not disappoint her. He had to mark her as his. He had to keep her happy. Those were the only two things that mattered. If only he could hold on to her ass, lift her skirt, and fill her up with his cock…
Damn the fucking cuffs.
Satiated, Lumine tugged fiercely at his hair, forcefully separating him from her chest. While irritated by the interruption, Childe had stars in his eyes, the taste of her in his mouth as divine as the most exquisite ambrosia brought straight down from Olympus itself.
Ying’s smile was sweet and playful when she looked at him.
“You’re such a good boy, Ajax,” She cooed, biting her lip. “I think you deserve a nice reward for that.”
Childe couldn’t form any words, he could only watch her with his mouth agape as she stood up from his lap to kneel in front of him.
He gulped audibly, then started to struggle a tad more urgently against his cuffs.
“Ying… Ying, please,” he implored.
“Quiet,” she simply ordered with an impatient edge to her tone.
And yet, Childe disobeyed. “I just wanna—”
“Ugh!” she complained as she stood up again, her chest bouncing with her movements. “I can’t believe you can’t listen to a simple instruction!”
Ying made her way to a desk and produced something from one of its drawers. A ripping sound reached Childe’s ears when her back was still turned to him.
When she turned around to face him, Ying had a piece of duct tape in her hands.
“Wait! Ying, I’ll keep quiet! I’ll keep—!” His words fell on deaf ears. Making her way back to him, Ying covered his mouth with the tape before smiling devilishly at him, no trace of second thoughts about her actions in her eyes.
“There, that’ll do it,” she held his chin with a mix of tenderness and mockery. Then, she planted a kiss on the duct tape, an imprint of her lipstick painting its silver surface. He inadvertently leaned into her kiss, her touch. “You’re prettier when you’re quiet.”
Childe grunted, displeased by her assertion.
Returning to her business, Ying knelt down once more and unbuckled his belt before zipping down his pants. Finding what she was looking for wasn’t difficult at all.
Childe’s manhood spilled from his boxers in an instant, its tip already wet and glistening with precum. Ying wet her lips with her tongue at the sight of it, a starving lioness zeroing down on her target.
“Now, be a good boy and try to hold still, will you?”
He let out a muffled exclamation that she didn’t bother trying to understand.
Turning her full attention to his cock, Ying didn’t just go ahead and blow him, no— she knew better than that. She was an expert at teasing and pushing, tormenting and edging him. And he both hated and loved that aspect of her.
First, Ying held on to his shaft firmly, her thumb massaging his tip with some more force than he would’ve liked. He let out a growl that reverberated in his chest even when it was contained by his gag. She smiled to herself at the sight of him. The vixen was enjoying his reaction too much.
Then, she proceeded to lick the underside of it, languidly and slowly. Childe shuddered in his seat, a chill traveling along his spine and both his legs.
Finally, she teased his tip with hers, drawing circles as she went before she fully took him in her mouth.
Childe moaned behind the tape.
With the expertise of a skillful lover, Ying bobbed her head back and forth, her cheeks hollowing according to her sucking, and her hand stroking him in synchronicity.
He was in heaven.
Childe’s hips buckled and jerked back and forth in harmony with Ying’s mouth, her penetrating golden eyes looking up at him and meeting his pitiful gaze every time he managed to open his eyes through the lustful mist.
The little slut knew exactly what she was doing to him— she increased the pace to bring him closer to the edge of his pleasure before slowing down unexpectedly, bringing him down from his high and frustrating the living hell out of him. She reveled in the pleasure of watching his useless squirming every time she successfully kept him from cumming.
This woman would be the death of him.
He should be ashamed of himself— ashamed that he agreed to this, that he crawled into Ying’s clutches at the slightest offering, that he was willing to humiliate himself and become her pet just for the chance to be with her, to please her, to have the smallest hope of being praised by her… And while a small part of him was indeed ashamed, for the most part, he was elated to have her warmly wrapped around his fat cock. Tearing up and chocking because of the mere size of it.
Ying knew exactly what she was doing to him, the magic she worked with her mouth was ejecting him from the atmosphere and she knew. Her mouth was Eden and he was a mere mortal, blessed to be touched by Celestia itself.
Eventually, even she got tired of all their push and pull, and with expert movements, she brought him higher, higher, higher… and she finally let him have his release.
Thick strings of cum shot out of him and straight into her throat. Childe was cumming so much that he was surprised when Ying didn’t let a single drop of his seed slip from her perfect lips, the girl swallowing his entire load without blinking an eye. She even smiled at him afterward.
“You’re such a good boy, Ajax,” she praised him, and if he could’ve, he would’ve cum again just from her praise alone.
As he recomposed himself, Ying got up from her spot on the floor and retrieved her shirt, putting it back on in a couple of swift movements. Childe was sad to see her bosom covered again without being able to enjoy it a little further— but that was okay. They had plenty of time to fuck around. Literally.
Ying stepped into the apartment’s bathroom to freshen herself up. He was sure she was taking her time releasing him just to irk him, but that was alright. He could wait for her. He wouldn’t give her the pleasure of seeing him irritated by something so banal. Especially after she had treated him so nicely.
After she came out of the bathroom, rather than heading straight to him, she went for her purse. That surely must be where she kept the cuffs’ keys. Yeah, she took a small keychain out, slung her back over her shoulder… then headed for the door.
He let out a muffled gasp of incredulity.
“I’ll go ahead and get us some lunch. Liyueian food sounds good?” Ying asked as she flung the door to the building’s communal hallway open, not bothering to check if there was anyone outside who could catch a peek of him in his predicament— a bound mess with his post-sex dick out in the open.
Childe complained about his entrapment, about his limp member being left out in full display, and about her leaving him like this.
But of course, it all came out muffled by the kissed duck tape.
Ying had the audacity to wink at him. “Sounds good to me. Be back in a bit, handsome.”
He cried and complained, but Childe should’ve known that Ying didn’t care about what he had to say nor leaving him behind like that.
Turned out that his patience was going to be tested on more than one way in these coming weeks.