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It isn't unusual for someone other than the Traveler to call his name, but it is rare to hear Yelan's voice carried on the wind.
With a flicker, Xiao appears near the entrance to the Chasm where Yelan is bogged down by Abyssal monsters. They have the same aura as the more dangerous creatures Xiao has fought in the past and he wonders if they've been tainted by a felled god's remains.
He doesn't dwell on the thought for long, jumping into the fray to assist the woman. She's doing well to hold her own, but Xiao understands how easy it is to become overwhelmed by enemies and he's glad she called upon him for aid.
"What happened?" he calls over the din of monster roars and stomping feet.
"One moment it was clear, then next a rift opened and they all came pouring out. Even with a ranged weapon, they gained on me too quickly," Yelan explains.
"Stay out of range. I'll keep them away from you," Xiao says, and before she can complain, he enters the fray.
It's easy to get behind the biggest mitachurl, stabbing the monster through the back and making it fall to its knees with a groan. The attention pf the others snaps to Xiao and he feels relief flood his system. It's better this way. To not have Yelan worrying about getting overwhelmed. He can handle this.
But the longer this fight goes on, the more his karma flares, until he can't hold it back any longer. His movements become more erratic as he swings for the nearest monster. He flickers across the field to another mitachurl, who raises their axe, ready to swing. An arrow pierces the side of its head and its eyes go dim as it crumples to the ground.
Yelan is still protecting his back and for that he is grateful. But more than that, he wishes she would just leave. Xiao can feel the way his karmic binds wrap around his limbs, controlling him like a puppet. Every act of violence is one part his own battle prowess and two parts madness.
A swarm of enemies surround him and Xiao launches himself into the air, coming down spear first to pierce all the monsters at once. They dissipate into the night air, their ashes clouding his vision even as the scent of god remains burns his nose through his mask.
Xiao stumbles back and the next thing he knows, Yelan's hands are steadying him. She's warm and her perfume is strong. Something floral that cuts through the acrid stench of death. But his karma is too far advanced and he can't stop what happens next. Xiao turns in her hold and wraps an arm around her slim waist before flickering her away from the carnage of the battlefield.
They appear on the other side of Liyue, in a rented room at the Wangshu Inn. The one that the boss lets Xiao stay in when he's pushed himself too far and needs to rest. But with all the conflicting sensations flooding his body, the last thing he needs is rest. The fight has riled up something in him, leaving Xiao a breathless, horny mess. His cock is hard in his pants, twitching and leaking against the fabric so much that a wet spot has formed.
"Stay away," he growls as Yelan tries to reach for him. "I don't want—"
"I can help," she cuts him off. "You're overwhelmed, I know, but I'm not as fragile as you seem to think."
The woman steps closer, and this time, Xiao doesn't stop her. Yelan removes his mask, setting it on the bedside table before running her fingers through his feather soft hair. He leans into her touch, pain marring his face as it becomes increasingly more difficult to keep his hands to himself.
"You're burning up," Yelan says, her voice soft as a breeze. "Let me help."
"I can't," Xiao grounds out through clenched teeth. "I will hurt you."
"You won't."
"You don't know what I am capable of."
Yelan chuckles, her vision glowing as a string as tough as iron wraps around Xiao's wrists and pulls them taught behind his back. "I can defend myself if needed." The line goes slack and disappears as easily as mist burning up under the morning sun. "Now, let's see what I'm working with."
She circles him like a shark, eyes roaming over him hungrily, and Xiao shivers, unable to remember the last time he ever felt this way. Yelan's fingers are cool against his heated skin, her nails scratching over the base of his neck. He reaches up swiftly and captures her wrist, surprising her, but the only tell is the way her eyes widen slightly.
"No more teasing," he barely manages to get out before throwing her onto the bed.
Her weight makes the springs creek slightly but neither have the wherewithal to worry about the sound when Xiao crawls onto the mattress after her, caging her in.
Without another word, Yelan pulls at the fastenings on her dress, freeing her breasts from the confining fabric. Xiao wastes no time taking a hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly until the woman squirms beneath him. He shifts, giving the other one the same attention as he lowers onto his forearms, bringing his hips flush with hers. The hardened length of his cock drags over her inner thigh and she opens her legs wider, inviting him to come closer.
It takes a bit for Yelan to shimmy out her her dress and kick it to the floor, but once she's bare, Xiao kisses down her body, licking and nipping soft skin as he finds his way to her center.
"You're sure?" Xiao asks, barely able to hold himself back when met with the glistening lips of her pussy.
"Yes," she exhales, rolling her hips to bring her core closer to his lips.
Xiao presses his hands against her thighs to hold her down and descends upon her, tongue already outstretched to tease her engorged clit. The first point of contact pulls a high pitched whine from Yelan, and as Xiao flicks his tongue against the bundle of nerves, she moans low, squirming beneath him.
He lays one arm over her hips to keep her from moving too much and brings his other hand to her entrance, two fingers slipping inside easily.
"Oh Gods," she gasps when he curls his fingers over the soft spot inside, his tongue moving fast over her clit. "I'm close already."
Xiao keeps going, not switching up his rhythm in hopes that she will squeeze around his fingers tightly. His own desire burns hot in his gut, and he can't help grinding against the bed, seeking friction.
Yelan fists the sheets, her hips arching off the bed despite Xiao's arm pushing against her. Her voice rises in pitch as the first fluttering of her walls squeeze around Xiao's fingers. His fingers curl faster as his tongue flicks over her clit furiously. Yelan collapses against the bed with a cry, her thighs shaking as her walls clench hard around his fingers.
It's a mad dash to get his pants off , desperate to feel her heat around his aching cock. Xiao crawls up her body, his forearms flanking either side of her head. She's still coming down from her high when he pushes inside, her walls fluttering around him deliciously.
Arms lock behind his neck and pull him close. Their mouths meet in a messy kiss as Xiao begins to move, his need for his own release too great to hold back. The sharp thrust of his hips pushes a grunt past his lips. Pleasure crawls up his spine like bubbles floating to the surface of a lake and he cannot be gentle anymore.
Xiao sets a furious pace, the slap of skin on skin filling the room along with the creek of the bedsprings and the bang of the headboard against the wall. Surely there will be a noise complaint in the morning, but neither of them care. Not when Yelan wraps her legs around his hips, allowing him to thrust deeper, her cervix kissing the tip of his cock with each press in.
"Xiao, Xiao, Xiao," she chants, tucking her face into the crook of his neck.
The thrill of hearing his name of her lips sends pleasure straight to his dick. He moans long and low as he snakes ones hand between them, his fingers finding the place where they are joined and circling her clit. Yelan bucks and cries out with sensitivity and tightens her hold around him.
The way her walls hold him in a vice grip is nearly enough for Xiao to come. He's right on the edge, his mind a scramble of need. When his karma takes over, he can't think of anything other than fighting or fucking and this moment is no exception.
Yelan meets his every thrust with a roll of her hips as she chases her own orgasm, as together they crash into oblivion. Yelan cries out, throwing her head back as her pussy squirts around his cock. Xiao slams in deep, releasing in thick ropes. His toes dig into the mattress as he grinds his hips forward, desperate to push his cock as deep as possible. The rhythmic seizing of Yelan's walls around him prolong his orgasm and he thrusts fast a few more times as another round of cum leaks from the tip of his cock.
He collapses against her, his head on her chest, as they both come down from their respective highs. Yelan's heart beats like a war drum against his ear, the frantic thump thump slowing gradually and lulling him into relaxed state. His skin tingles as aftershocks of pleasure shoot through him with every clench of her pussy.
He knows he should be kind and help her clean up. That he should pull his softening length from her body, but she's warm and inviting and he doesn't want to leave. Her fingers card through his hair and his eyes flutter shut.
"Shhh, just rest," Yelan whispers. "You're safe here."
Xiao heeds her words and drifts off to sleep to the rhythmic beating of her heart and the gentle fingers in his hair.
Yelan wakes suddenly, her breath catching in her throat. She is along in a bed at Wangshu Inn, the morning sunlight peeking through the thin slats of the shutters.
Of course Xiao is gone. She is surprised he stayed at all, even falling asleep on her chest. Maybe that's why she woke in the first place. Her body recognized the weight of her lover was gone.
He's probably feeling awful about the things they did last night. Xiao has never struck her as a particularly touchy person, but she knows he doesn't like to get close to most people. Whether that is to protect himself or others, she's not sure. Maybe a bit of both.
She shifts, feeling wetness clinging to he r thighs and her nose scrunches in disgust. But when she sits up and investigates, she finds that the while the sheets are stained from their fucking, she herself has been wiped clean. Yelan smirks and shakes her head.
"He really is kinder than he believes himself to be," she comments to the empty room.
Something catches the light on the bedside table and she turns her head to find a chunk of raw noctilucous jade. As she reaches for the rock, she notices its holding a note in place. The paper is ripped, like Xiao had torn it from a notepad in a hurry.
Yelan smiles to herself as she lifts the jade and pulls the paper free. Xiao's handwriting is beautiful and she wonders if calligraphy is a skill he has some interest in.
Thank you for taking care of me last night. I should never have put you in such a terrible position as to watch over me, but I appreciate your understanding.
Should you need assistance for anything, do not hesitate to call out my name. I will appear at your side at a moment's notice.
Yelan's smile widens at his note. And then, she notices some smaller characters at the bottom on the page. They are more hurriedly scribbled, the penmanship shaky as if he thought better of his words in the middle of the sentence.
May I call upon you should I need to relieve myself of my karma once again?
Yelan laughs openly. Well, she supposes men are men, no matter how long they've been alive. She slides out of the bed and finds her clothes, pulling them on and fastening them in place. Walking around the bed, she picks up the noctilucous jade and puts it in her bag. It will make a fine piece of jewelry.
She supposes she should thank him for the gift, but thinks better of it. This is a thank you for her act of kindness. Not leaving him to suffer alone.
The sun is bright outside, the rays warming her skin as she walks down the steps to the lower floors. A breeze tousles her hair and when she looks up towards the roof of the building, she spots a familiar pair of golden eyes watching her. The yaksha disappears a moment later in a swirl of teal and black smoke.
Yelan pats the jade in he bag and keeps walking while thinking of a way she can get herself into trouble again just to get Xiao to appear by her side once more. Or perhaps she doesn't need a reason such as that. Perhaps she could make a pot of tea this evening and call out for the Conquerer of Demons. Yes, that is exactly what she will do. Xiao is, after all, a very attentive lover, and she would quite like to have him again.