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Being a treasure hoarder was supposed to be easy, you thought.
You never planned on making it big- just find a group and make some quick mora. They basically took in anyone willing anyways!
This mission was simple, a small domain had been recently found near Mondstadt. Your team would go in and check out, maybe secure some of the goods and report back to the main boss.
Easy.
You’ve been at it for a month and you’ve faced harder things, like when your team had to run away from an eye of the storm, or giant lawachurls and even when you were directed to head to someplace in Liyue and accidentally came into contact with a ruin hunter.
All narrowly escaped, but you lived. Lived and learned.
All those ‘adventures’, lead you here, inside that very domain.
The walls were built high, cracked bricks and vines all over. How long has this place been here without notice?
Your teammates made quick work, tossing you whatever easy to carry material as you were forced to carry all the luggage (lazy men.)
They noted down whatever objects looked too heavy to carry back with just your little group and moved on.
Eventually, the small bag you were given to carry the items had gotten full– which meant it was about time to head back. Not only that, but you all had the knights of Favonius to worry about as well.
“Uh guys? Don’t you think we should head back now? We’ve been here for a while.” You scoffed, eyes glancing around the domain with a certain look of unease. You were starting to get anxious, staying in one place for too long– especially a place like this, was just a giant call for trouble.
But treasure hoarders being treasure hoarders, they were greedy.
“Nah, we’ll make it quick. I heard about some ancient relic located deeper inside.” The leader grinned, beckoning a few more of them along with him.
….
And as just as you had said, you all had overdue the stay.
Half of your team, wiped out– blood spreading across the stone floors. What the fuck had just happened?!
One moment, all of them were alive. Smiling and taking whatever fit their fancy, the next second and half of them had fallen.
You wasted no time, not even trying to access the threat as whatever it was, was way beyond your level of skill anyways. You booked it, dropping the bag of treasures your fallen teammates had collected and tried to run back out of the domain.
“Ohoho, where do you think you’re going?” A male voice laughed out, and suddenly you were yanked back harshly by the back of your shirt.
The yank caused you to tumble back, the abrupt stop of momentum left you winded as your back slammed against the hard stone of the ground.
A gasp of pain escaped your lips, and as you looked up to see who exactly had done this to you– to your group, you stopped breathing out of sheer panic.
Ah fuck, not only was this someone from the knights of Favonius, it was this guy. Your information was a bit skewed as you only knew he’s a vice-captain of the ranged company. Specifically only knowing this because your boss had warned your group about how dangerous this certain vice-captain is.
You didn’t believe him then, after all it’s the knights of Favonius! How bad could one guy be?
“Zoning out already? Come on, make this fun!” You were snapped out of your panicked daze, turning your head to the side to avoid his dagger and he slammed it down right where your head was at.
Without thinking, you kicked him. Adrenaline makes you act quickly as you scramble up and begin to run. He just let out a laugh, it echoed throughout the domain and made you feel sick to your stomach.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this, it wasn’t supposed to be dangerous! Just a quick drop in, gather items, leave and then let the more experienced guys do the heavy duty shit.
Your lungs and legs burned, fear coursing through your body as you ran. The walls began to look blurred, memory on overdrive as… fuck! Where the hell did you come from?!
One sharp turn had you slamming into the wall, the impact made you let out a hiss of pain but you had to ignore it. Either this or die to some psycho knight!
You pushed off and began to run again, but that sudden stop in momentum from earlier messed up your speed.
A few more steps and you saw it, the exit of the domain.
But right as you were just a few feet away, a hand grabbed right at the roots of your hair and you were shoved down.
“Not so fast!” He giggled out, pressing your face onto the floor.
He straddled your form, his legs and weight preventing you from getting too far or squirming around.
“Now I’ll be nice, I swear.” He hummed, but the tone of his voice was absolutely dripping with mockery.
“I kinda got carried away with your little friends back there, couldn’t help myself– and forgot I needed to ask about a littleee thing.” You couldn’t see him but you just knew the bastard was smiling.
Before you could speak, maybe make a sly comment like, ‘why would I tell you anything’, he pulled your head up by your hair and with his other hand brought a dagger to your neck.
Okay now this was a different situation.
“W-what do you want to know?” Curse your trembling voice.
He pressed more of his weight onto you, his thighs bracketing your hips.
“Cooperative now? I like that.” He laughed, still mocking you but were you really in any situation to fight back? Not at the moment.
“So I just need you to tell me who exactly told you all to come here. Gotta… get rid of the problem at its root, after all.” He hummed, his voice dropping an octave near the end.
Who told you..? Well your boss did of course, however where he himself got that information was lost on you. He was tight lipped and dished out commands with little to no context information unless it was really needed.
Dagger to your throat, were you seriously about to betray your boss? The very man who gave you a paycheck and provided all these fun and lovely adventures for you?
Of course you were! Your life was on the line here!!!
However.. just as you were about to speak up, you noticed a… nicely shaped rock. If you could grab it and maybe chuck it at his head then you could get out of here (mostly) unscathed and still have your job!
“Well.. uh- to be honest” you started, voice trembling as you took a deep breath.
Then you reached out, quickly grabbing onto that rock and twisting your body. The result was a sickening sound of the rock hitting his head, and a slight cut in the center of your neck from the sudden turn against that sharp blade. It wasn’t deep.
He fell off of you, landing on his side– and unlike what you were expecting, which was for him to groan and hiss in pain… the freak laughed! Full on laughed!
You turned and got up, legs shaky from all the running and stared at him. Blood was coming from where you had hit him in the head, reminding you of your own small cut on your neck.
“You’re fucking insane..” You mumbled, breathing heavy from what you just did and took a step back.
He ignored your words entirely, lifting his head which made his hair fall from his eyes. You hated how you thought he was attractive.
“So you can fight. Here I thought you could only run.” Once again, laughing. Like something was funny.
You could only scowl at him, glaring but not moving. He had a range of weapons, you had a rock. The hell were you supposed to do with just a rock???
You didn’t want to risk turning your back on him, so you opted to just slowly.. slowlyy make your way towards the exit of the domain.
Bad idea.
In a quick motion, moving like you hadn’t just concussed him, he lunged forward and knocked you both down to the ground. Your head banged against the stone floor leaving you momentarily dazed.
His hands shot up to your neck and squeezed, not enough to fully cut off that airflow but just right to make you even dizzier.
“Come on, where’s that fight? You chose this option.” He giggled, leaning forward so all you could focus on were those.. stupidly pretty eyes.
This lack of air flow was really getting to you.
Your hands came up, grabbing his wrists and digging your nails into him, trying to pry him off. The only noises you could make were the useless shuffling of your feet, trying to drag you away from beneath him, and your choked out breaths because every now and then he’d squeeze just a bit harder.
“So what’s your decision? Ya wanna tell me some information or do you want to fall asleep right here along with your friends, hm?” He said while increasing the pressure on your throat.
“I’ll- I’ll talk–”
Then he loosened his grip, his hands still were around your throat, he just wasn’t squeezing anymore.
You gasped for air, lungs burning as it finally got the oxygen it needed.
As your eyes met his, you were finally going to talk, silently regretting that earlier decision of choosing violence over safety until you noticed it.
His hard on pressing against your stomach, straining angrily against his pants– what the fuck?!
“Are you…??” Before you could finish that bewildered sentence one of his hands left your neck and instead grabbed at your face, fingers squeezing your cheeks as he forced your head back up to stare at him.
“My eyes are up here. We’ll deal with that later.”
Your breath hitched as your gaze met his cold eyes. Was he turned on by all of this?? This situation was absolutely insane!
“We can do this the boring way, you’ll tell me where you and your little group heard about this place.. orrr” he drew out the syllable, his eyes staring into yours like he was pinning you down with just his gaze.
Before you knew it, he let go of your cheeks and pulled out a gun, pointing it right at your face. Your eyes widened and it felt like your heart physically dropped into your stomach.
Oh shit.
“We can play a little game, like russian roulette except I just shoot at you every time I think you’re lying. Sounds fun, doesn’t it?” He smirked.
He then moved the gun back just a bit, spinning the cylinder which most likely held that very bullet that could lead to your demise– and pressed the cool metal right against your forehead.
“Call it encouragement.” His deranged giggles echoed throughout the space like a bad omen. You gulped, unsure what to do.
“Look I just… I just heard about this place from my boss, okay?? I don’t know anything else!” You finally admitted, glancing away as fear took over. When your eyes ran over his face once more, you saw a slightly disappointed expression flash across his features before he tilted his head and then tapped the gun against your skin.
“Ehh, I don’t believe you.” His voice was light, like he was making a small casual comment instead of actively threatening your life.
Then, click.
He pulled the trigger. It didn’t go off thankfully. You actually shuddered out of pure fear, releasing a shaky breath.
“What the fuck..?”
His expression twisted, delighted at your fear as he played with your life like some sadistic god.
“Ooh, lucky.” He hummed, bringing the gun back and giving it a little spin with his hand.
Your heart was pounding. As it settled, oh this guy is serious.
He shifted his weight, grinding down on you with a small noise of satisfaction. His eyes never leave yours.
The barrel of the gun was pressed into your forehead again. Your mind was in pieces, heart pounding so wildly you were sure he could see it through your clothes.
You didn’t even care that he was grinding down on you like some pervert anymore– you just didn’t want to die.
“I’ll ask you again, tell the truth this time. You have four more chances.” He snickered, his eyes narrowing as he stared down at you.
Cold sweat began to bead up on your skin. He didn’t believe you– you couldn’t do anything!
“I’m not lying!-”
Click.
You sucked in a sharp breath, squeezing your eyes shut. This was torture. A part of you wanted that damn gun to go off already just so this shit would end!
“Are you sureee?” He giggled, and the movement of his hips against your lower body became clearer. This psycho was getting off on this– and part of yourself weirdly enough (if he wasn’t pointing that goddamned gun at your head) would have been into this as well… if you ignored the circumstances.
“I-I’m sure!” You huffed, turning your head away as panic took over. You forgot that you could even move your limbs.
He stopped his movements and let out a small hum, staring down at you. Removing the gun from your face.
“Two more chances.” He hummed, tilting his head as he watched the way you turned your head back to look at him.
“Two..? Shouldn’t it be three-”
Click.
Nothing.
He just smiled. His other hand leaves your throat and gently slaps your cheek.
“Two.” He restated. His voice was calm– so calm that it felt like you were the one overreacting here.
“You’re pretty lucky, you know? None of them went off.” He laughed, his head tilting back as he grinned down at you. Suddenly he lifted himself off.
Thank god, but at the same time the smallest part of yourself– the weird one that was into this whole thing, was disappointed.
“Next one is a 50/50, so we’ll stop the fun here.” He paused, eyes running up and down your body. Your eyes glued onto his, then slowly drew down to where his boner was straining against his pants. You couldn’t help but feel a bit of… anticipation, why?! This whole thing is crazy!
“Unless… you don’t want to stop?”
He seemed to recognize that look in your gaze, the way your eyes lingered onto the obvious bulge in his pants. Of course he did, Lohen noticed everything.
He noticed the way he gave you opportunities to slip free and you didn’t take it, how the faintest smile twitched onto your lips when he choked just a bit harder. You may not have noticed it but he did.
This was the most fun he’s had in a while. Not since leaving Nod Krai and getting his ass handed to him by Rerir– he missed the feeling of absolute control.
Just like what you were giving to him now.
But at the same time, physical reactions weren’t exactly the same as straight confirmation, even if he did get a bit excited at first. Still, he was confident.
You weren’t going to fully run away from him. Not yet at least.
“You’re insane.” You whispered out, sitting up and planting your palms against the cold floor as he finally got off of you. Not touching, just… kneeling like this was some casual hangout.
It was crazy. Did he seriously expect you to say yes??!
You glanced away, face heating up as the words slipped out.
“I… I don’t.”
What the fuck.
He just grinned wide, coming closer once again and tilted his head.
“Huh, what was that? Come on, speak up.” He mocked you.
The expression on his face was delighted, eyes narrowed in glee as he heard your words. The bastard just wanted to hear you say it again.
“I- I don’t want to stop. Okay??” You managed to stammer out after a few long seconds of embarrassed silence.
Although at first you weren’t sure why you agreed to continue, but really thinking about it…
This might be your chance at getting away. Perhaps you could coerce him on letting you leave later on and get a good fuck out of it? He seemed confident enough.
Two birds with one stone basically!
He laughed and snapped you out of your thoughts, tilting his head and bringing his face closer to yours.
“You’re a bit of a hypocrite.” His eyes narrowed slightly, one of his hands coming up to your chest and pushing you back down.
You let him.
His other hand hooked beneath your knee and raised it onto his shoulder, then he leaned down purposely close just to watch your face strain slightly as he overstretched your leg.
“I’m the insane one, but you don’t want to stop.” He giggled, a mean gleam in his eyes as he stared down at you.
You had no words to retort that statement, your face flushing from the humiliation of it all. He was right.
“I just- that’s-” Stammering, trying to come up with something in response because there’s no way you were just going to let him talk down on you like this..!
“I- I just- that’s-” He echoed your stammer back to you with a mean snicker. When your eyes darted away he grabbed his dagger and swiftly sliced through the center of your pants and underwear in one clean swipe, somehow able to avoid cutting your skin.
That action caused you to jolt, staring at him with a shocked expression.
“Hey, pay attention to me. I’m right between your legs and you want to stare at a wall?” He teased, his voice dipping slightly to emphasize his words.
You could only give him a weak glare, your face warming up due the embarrassment of it all. God you really had no words left to say.
“Come on, speak. Or do I have to force the sounds out of you?” He pressed his hips forward against yours, the slit he made through your clothes giving you direct contact against his hard on through his pants.
The action caused a sigh to slip past your lips, your eyes narrowing at his face. He was so damn talkative.
“Now that’s a pretty face.” He crooned, the rhythm of his hips a soft grind. Deceptively gentle for someone like him.
His words caused your cheeks to warm up. The situation is no short of insane yet arousing at the same time. You turned your head, not wanting to meet his crazed eyes any longer.
That momentary relief from his intense gaze didn’t last long however, as the hand that was pressed against your chest shot up to your cheeks, squeezing at the flesh of your face just enough to hurt.
He forced your head to turn back to him and leaned down entirely. Your leg strained against his shoulder as his lips crashed down onto yours.
It was all hot– teeth, tongue, and spit. Either his or your own saliva dripped from the corners of your mouth as he basically consumed all that you were able to give. His tongue rolling and pressing against yours before moving back to bite at your bottom lip, then crashing back down uncaring if your teeth knocked together.
You could barely breathe, that and your leg was cramping from being forced to stretch so far.
Your hands shot up to push at his shoulders, slight whimpers escaping your throat and into your mouth.
“Haah.. L-Lohen–” You tried to speak up to tell him to move back because holy shit your leg felt like it was going to snap, but he moved back before you could say.
“So you know my name, pretty?” His tone was low and his head tilted to the side. The sight was enough to leave you breathless if he hadn’t already done it prior.
His hands drifted, both coming to the sides of your hips to lift your lower body and press it flush against the front of his pelvis.
“That’s good.. Just keep saying it, okay?” He said as he let out a low groan mixed in with a giggle.
Your body was heated, sweat already forming a thin layer above your skin as you watched him. Watched as he bit off his own glove and pushed your leg that wasn’t held up on his shoulder, spreading you apart. All while the other arm had rested beneath your hips, angling you a little higher so he could have a better grip with one arm.
His hands were cold, cold skin pressed against the warmth of your inner thigh which forced a shiver out of you.
He trailed that hand up your thigh, nails digging into your skin the more he went up.
Hissing slightly from the pain, you kicked your leg slightly and gave him a glare. Jerk.
Finally his fingers pressed against your core. Heated and slick with your building arousal.
“Someone’s excited.” He teased, smirking down at you as he collected that essence and brought his fingers to his mouth and licked.
He stuck his tongue out, coating his middle and index finger with his spit and brought his hand back down.
He didn’t wait or tease, fingers slipping right into your tight heat. He dragged his fingertips along your walls which caused your legs to quiver.
Your breath hitched as he found that spot. He noticed instantly.
He curled his fingers, deliberately hitting that same spongey area inside. Laughing and leaning down once more to get closer to your face.
“Oh? That feel good?” He giggled, quickening up his movements just slightly before slowing down and adding more pressure.
“Mhh..!” The noises that escaped your lips didn’t sound like your own. It was debauched, lewd. The squelching sounds that echoed around the space only continued to make that tight heat curl even harder in your gut.
“Will you lie to me again? Come on. I want you to tell me how you found out about this place.” He asked, stupidly calm if it weren’t for that annoying smirk etched onto his face.
“I– ghhh..! I told you..!” High pitched and whiny, you couldn’t even speak properly without moaning in between every syllable.
You shook your head, so so close to the edge now. This was the fastest you’ve ever came to climaxing.
Your hips jerked up when he began to focus on that spot, fingers rubbing and circling– even scissoring slightly. His thumb lifted to circle your clit gently.
“Fuck! Lohen- I- I don’t know…!” Your brain was melting, legs were shaking as he continued to just watch.
Anndd of course right when you were about to come he stopped, feeling the squeeze and fluttering of your walls he withdrew his hand completely and left you a whining mess.
“Liar.” He hummed, leaning back once more and placing both of your legs onto his shoulders. With one hand he undid his belt and pulled down his pants and boxers just enough to pull his dick out.
Fuck was it pretty. The tip was a light pink, thick and you just knew that it would reach just right.
He ran his fingers that were covered in your slick onto his tip, lubing it up.
He didn’t give you any time, his hand going to the base and he pushed it in all at once.
“Ah!” You felt him in your stomach– the sudden intrusion forcing your walls apart. It stung and felt good all at the same time.
His hands both grasped at your hips, tilting you just right as he began his ministrations.
He didn’t have an exact pace, it felt more like he was just pounding away than trying to find a rhythm, but fuck did it still feel good.
“Gonna- hah- have to punish you for lying.” He huffed out, not being shy at all with his noises. Every breathy giggle, groan, and whimper that left his throat shot straight to your core– walls tightening around his length which only served to draw out more of his noises in a seemingly never ending cycle.
“You want that? Haahhhn– To be punished by me?”
You didn’t even care anymore, your brain overheating as he had his way with you. The lewd sounds of wet skin slamming together only served to fuel that heat between your legs.
Goosebumps ran along your body, the pleasure jolting its way up your spine. Numbing your mind and forcing you to be a melting mess.
“Fuck- ah.. Coming..!” You whined, back arching slightly as he changed his pace again, slamming into you.
He heard you- the bastard heard you loud and clear and pressed his hips flush against yours and stilled.
He looked wrecked, you probably looked worse.
“Wha- why..?” The words came out neady and breathy, insides squeezing around him as his tip pressed righttt against your cervix.
“Tsk tsk tsk.” He clicked his tongue condescendingly and just laughed, eyes narrowing at your fucked out and needy state.
“You’ve been lying to me this whole time and still think you deserve to cum?” His giggles sounded ear grating. You wanted to grab at his hair and tell him to continue– but you knew damn well you couldn’t without more consequences.
“But I wasn’t lying!” It came out more desperate than you intended, truly having been pushed to the edge.
“Fuck- just.. please?” Whining seemed to do the trick as he let out a low chuckle, slowly grinding into you.
He lowered your hips, pressing you down into the hard ground but all that mattered was just how good this felt at the moment. His cock stirring you up inside just right, the tip pressing sticky leaky kisses right against your cervix with every movement.
Your body was shuddering from this alone, but he wasn’t done. He took one of your legs off of his shoulder and spread them again, his bare fingers finding your clit.
That’s what caused you to jolt, legs full on trembling as he massaged your clit- circling his fingertips and tapping. You didn’t know what to do with your hands, opting to just place them beside your head as you tried not to grab at his wrist and get him to stop.
It was mind melting– overwhelming. You were going to cum..!
And he stopped. The smirk on his face was downright evil as you choked out a whine. Your insides squeezing all around his length as a result of having been denied once again, trying to find more pleasure to tip you over the edge.
“Fuck- please please don’t stop.” You gasped out, nearly sitting up as you stared him in the eyes with a pleading look. He only gave you a mock sympathetic expression, tilting his head as he shushed you and lowered his body down.
“Come onnn…” He moved his hips back, leaving only the tip inside before slamming back in all the way.
“Tell me the truth? Can’t you do that for me? I’ll make you cum, promise.”
This fucking bastard!
If he wasn’t melting your brain with every thrust you would have pushed him away. Why couldn’t he understand that you were telling the truth?! You didn’t know shit!
Close to tears, you were just spewing out incoherent words mixed in with whines and moans. Every time he slammed in, you swore you could feel him in your guts.
He laughed as your face was a mix of utter pleasure and pure frustration, tears slipping down your cheeks as with every thrust he managed to punch a whine out of you.
“So- haah fucking pretty.” Every word was accentuated with a rough slam of his hips.
“I don’t- ghh..! I don’t know..!” You responded to his earlier question with a struggle, mind absolutely melting. It was all too much.
Then all of a sudden he leaned down, his hand reaching for that goddamn gun once again.
His thrusts sped up, slamming into you and taking away your focus. You just barely managed to hold on long enough to glare at him through tears you didn’t know you were shedding. He pressed the gun right between your brows with a mean laugh, all airy and then–
He slammed into you, his dick twitching as he came which forced you to tip over the edge as well.
Your body trembled. Legs so useless while one still somehow managing to stay over his shoulder. Your vision blacking out just slightly.
Click.
He pulled the trigger, but nothing happened.
Through the exhausted haze you blinked– forcing your eyes to meet his. He was still inside, slowly softening as he let out these quiet giggles.
“Never had any bullets inside to begin with.” He crooned, bringing both of your legs to his hips properly. He didn’t even pull out as he just flopped on top of you.
What the fuck is wrong with this dude?