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Rosaria isn't drunk.
She is, at most, tipsy. Tipsy enough that the Angel's Share is woozy and dark around her, and her limbs feel loose and floppy. Tipsy enough that she is almost smiling at Kaeya's dumb jokes, and outright smirking at Diluc's annoyance over the counter as he slams down more glasses of wine for the two cryo vision holders.
Tipsy enough that she's letting her eyes drift over to the hero of Mondstadt (and wasn't that a ridiculous epithet).
By all the gods she doesn't believe in, who gave her the right to be that sexy? All gold and white and innocent. Usually Rosaria doesn't go for that kind of shit. She sees way more innocent on a daily basis than she cares to. But Lumine only looks innocent. She's been in battle beside this girl, and there's a bloodthirst to her. But not just feral bloodthirst, but a tactician's bloodthirst. The kind that sizes up the prey and calculates just how efficiently to kill it. A cool, calculating sort of ruthlessness.
Rosaria's got a cryo vision. She likes cool and calculating. But then, Lumine's miles and miles of corded muscle and golden skin don't hurt either.
"Rosaria," Kaeya says, dryly amused. "You're eye-fucking Lumine again."
"No I'm not!" Rosaria says, and it comes out too loud. All the drunkards in the bar look over, and she snarls at them. Their eyes look back to their drinks. Good. Fuck off and leave her the fuck alone.
That goes for Kaeya, too, and she's about to tell him so. But then the languid dipshit says, "Nah, it's fine. She's been eye-fucking you all night, too."
Against her better judgment, Rosaria snaps her gaze over to Lumine.
Lumine's sitting at a booth, a glass of wine in her hand. Is that her pinky out in the air? What the fuck. She sits, regal as anything, her ankles crossed like a lady. Or a queen. As usual, a slight smile plays across her face. That smile, that fucking smile, that never says anything and keeps all Lumine's feelings inside.
Rosaria's about to ask—demand, really—Kaeya how he can tell anything from Lumine's perpetually pleasant expression, when golden eyes flash over and catch on her own.
And then Rosaria sees it, clear as the sun she loves to avoid. It's brief but it's there. Hunger. Lust. It sparks in Lumine's eyes bright as anything, and Rosaria feels an answering jolt in her cunt.
She slams down the remaining wine in her glass and strides over to Lumine. (She can hear Kaeya chuckling. Dipshit.)
"Hey," Lumine says. Still smiling. "Anything I can do for you, Rosaria?"
Yeah, fuck me. But Rosaria's tipsy, not drunk, so she doesn't...quite...say that. Sort of. What actually comes out of her mouth is: "Kaeya says you've been eye-fucking me all night."
"Leave me out of this!" Kaeya hollers. "Or don't, if you get some—"
Lumine laughs, and presses a hand to her mouth. "Oh my. Kaeya did?" She sounds coy and sweet. All a lie. "Maybe I have and maybe I haven't." She takes one greyish hand and begins tracing circles upon it. Rosaria nearly loses her breath at the slight, barely-there touch. "Would you like me to have been?"
"I asked first," Rosaria points out.
"And I second," Lumine returns. Her face is flushed pink. Either it's arousal or embarrassment or drunkenness, but Rosaria has seen Lumine in literally none of those states and so can't tell. "The burden of proof's on the accuser, dear bride of Barbatos."
Diluc chokes on something, and the green-clad bard in the corner misses a note and bursts out laughing.
Is that how Lumine's going to play it? Fine. Rosaria knows how to play that game. She leans in real close to Lumine, close enough to border on indecency. Coincidentally, close enough for her tits just barely brush against Lumine.
Lumine inhales sharply. Rosaria lets her breath tickle Lumine's ear as she says, "I'm no one's bride. I'm pretty good at the wedding night stuff, though."
And then, what the hell. She blows a little cryo-infused breath on the shell of Lumine's ear.
Lumine hisses, then stands straight up. For a moment Rosaria thinks she fucked it up, she went too far, but then Lumine is snatching her hand and dragging her out of the Angel's Share. She can do nothing but hope she doesn't trip over suddenly unsteady feet, and follow.
"GET IT GIRRRRRL," the green-clad bard yells, and Lumine calls back, "Thanks for your permission, Venti!"
"Both of you shut up!" Diluc orders. The bard Venti cackles.
They don't go far, just into an alleyway hidden from view, then Lumine whirls them around and slams Rosaria straight into a wall. Rosaria doesn't have enough time to brace herself, she would have hit the brickwork and given herself crazy bruises, but Lumine somehow softens the wall—geo powers? Whatever, Rosaria doesn't care—to cushion her.
The wall hardens back into stone behind her, but Rosaria extra-doesn't-care because now Lumine's mouth is on her own, ravenous and plundering, and no way is Rosaria going to let her have all the fun. She kisses back, just as hard, and tastes the wine on Lumine's teeth and tongue. She suckles on the tongue for a moment, reveling in the slick and bumpy texture, before Lumine breaks away. A spit string connects their mouths for a moment, and it should be gross but it's fucking sexy instead.
"Yeah," Lumine breathes, "yeah, I was eye-fucking you all night. Have been since we met, actually. I can't believe Kaeya had to point it out to you, it's not like I've been subtle."
Rosaria snorts, and latches her mouth onto the smooth skin of Lumine's neck. The golden girl arches up into her bite. "Forgive me for not assuming."
Lumine's hands go to Rosaria's breasts, and Rosaria hides the smirk in Lumine's neck. "Gods," Lumine says. "I've wanted to do this since we met. You really didn't notice?" Lumine's hands knead the large mounds with sloppy enthusiasm, and Rosaria rolls her body into the sensation.
"Do it harder," she commands, and Lumine obliges, squeezing harder. Her other hand feels about Rosaria's clothes, searching for a zip or buttons to undo.
"Back of the neck," Rosaria pants, and Lumine unsnaps the closure with characteristic dexterity. Rosaria's top falls away, and her breasts spill into Lumine's eager hands.
"Hell yeah," Lumine says, eyes bright, and dives her face into the valley between Rosaria's heavy tits. Her fingers seek out the nipples, and her fingers twist and pinch the little buds with skill that Rosaria is not at all surprised Lumine possesses.
Rosaria arches into the sensation. Fuck. Perfect balance between pain and pleasure, just on that edge of eroticism. Fuuuuck. She can feel her cunt juicing, and her clit begs for something to rub against. As if reading her body's signals, Lumine presses an unclothed knee up between Rosaria's thighs. Then she says, "Fuck, Rosaria—you really only have panties and fishnets on?"
"Are you surprised?"
"Yes! I knew you were…" Lumine scrambles for a polite word. "I knew you were you, but I didn't expect there to be one, one and a half layer between you and air. Your shirt barely even covers anything!"
Rosaria smirks. "You can say slut," she whispers into Lumine's ear. She pulls the girl into her arms, embracing her tighter and crushing her face between her breasts. "I don't mind when girls I'm about to fuck call me that."
"We don't have time to unpack all of that," Lumine says, muffled by her cleavage. She latches onto a nipple, and Rosaria exhales sharply. Teeth and tongue lash against the little bud, and she grinds harder against the knee up between her thighs.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Lumine." Rosaria's hand goes up Lumine's skirt, and bumps into a very surprising length. It's covered by a rapidly dampening cloth.
Lumine pulls away from the breast she was suckling on, and this time she does look a little embarrassed. "I was going to work my way up to telling you about that," she says. "I know in this world it's kind of weird."
"You have a dick," Rosaria says flatly. "You're a girl with a dick."
"Well. Yeah." Lumine gets back to sucking on her tits, and Rosaria's mind near blanks out with pleasure.
Okay, that changes her game plan significantly. Rosaria had expected to eat pussy tonight, but whatever, she can adjust. No plan survives the enemy, or something. In this case, no plan survives devastatingly sexy blonde goddesses. She runs her hand up the length again, her fingers fumbling to free it from Lumine's bloomers. Lumine breaks away to gasp. Her breath is hot on Rosaria's saliva-covered nipple.
"Rosar—"
Rosaria slides to her knees, and everything spins around her. The entire world is hazy with booze, and she's loose-limbed with tipsiness and lust.
"You're lucky I remember how to do this," she says casually. She ducks her head under Lumine's skirt, and takes the head of her cock into her mouth.
"Rosar—ahhhh!"
Rosaria smirks around her mouthful of cock.
One hand goes around the base of the cock, stroking and twisting, as she lavishes kisses and sucks on the cockhead. Above her, obscured by Lumine's white skirt, her golden girl is moaning obscenely. Her hips start and stutter, but she's oh so gallantly holding herself back from throatfucking Rosaria. Rosaria appreciates it. To reward Lumine's thoughtfulness, she tongues the little slit on the cockhead and slides one hand down to Lumine's balls. They're cute, if balls can be cute—a little hairy, smooth-skinned, and warm. They're fun to fondle and tease, and in her alcohol haze Rosaria does just that, fondling Lumine's balls even as she slides and twirls her tongue over the length of Lumine's cock.
Why doesn't she have a third hand? She wants a third hand, so she can fuck herself as she plays with Lumine's cock and balls—
Then she's being wrenched up from the ground and kissed violently. Lumine pushes her against the wall and plunders her mouth, and Rosaria gives as good as she gets, pushing her fingers into blonde hair and tugging.
"Rosaria," Lumine pants. Her eyes are very nearly black, and the streetlights don't quite reach this deserted alley. It makes Rosaria's pussy juice even more. "Can I put it in? Please?"
Rosaria is abruptly taken back to her teenage years of boys begging to do just that.
"What, just the tip?" she teases.
"Fuck no. All the way in." Lumine grinds herself against Rosaria, and she can feel her cunt spasming around nothing, begging for Lumine's dick.
"Gonna fuck me, Lumine?" she purrs. The way Lumine looks now, wild and fuck-drunk, has Rosaria feeling heady. "Gonna get that fat girldick all up in my slut pussy?"
Lumine blinks, surprised at the sudden dirty talk. Rosaria feels herself flush in response. Maybe she should have negotiated this kink in advance? But as kinks go, this is super mild—
"Yeah," Lumine says, eyes flaring with heat and possessiveness. "Gonna carve open a space for myself in your cunt. Gonna make it mine." She pauses, and then incongruously, "With your permission, of course."
But despite her politeness, Lumine isn't playing nice, either. Her cock is up and out of her skirt, brushing against Rosaria's barely clothed body, and she's almost blank with lust right now.
Rosaria huffs out a laugh, but she is so horny now she can barely think. "Yeah, yeah, okay, fuck me, fuck me right now, I'm so wet, I don't need any preparation—"
Lumine spins her around to face the wall. It's mostly instinct that has Rosaria bending over and bracing herself on her hands. Then she feels fingers tearing a hole into her fishnets, pushing her drenched black thong aside, and something deliciously blunt and fat edging at her entrance.
Lumine moans, "Rosaria, you weren't lying, you're basically dripping—"
"Fuck me already, damn you!"
Lumine lets out a strangled laugh, and slowly, ever so slowly, her fat cock pushes in.
Rosaria'd had it in her mouth, she thought she'd had the measure of Lumine's dick, but as she lets out a ragged cry, she knows she fucked herself. (Not literally). Lumine's cock is huge, bigger than any boy she'd ever had. As it begins its inexorable slide into Rosaria's cunt, Rosaria rests her head against the wall and lets out a ragged cry.
Lumine stops. "Does it hurt?"
"Keep going or I'll freeze you," Rosaria sobs. Lumine's going to split her open. Lumine is going to tear her apart at the seams. Rosaria's clit throbs viciously, begging for a touch, but if she slides one hand down to even so much as tap it, she's going to come. She's going to come around that giant cock, Lumine's fat girldick, and she's going to prove Lumine right when Lumine said that she was gonna carve out a space in Rosaria's slut cunt—her cunt spasms around her cock, and Rosaria clenches without thinking in order to stave off the coming orgasm—
"Fuck, Rosaria, don't do that," Lumine pants, "or it'll be over before it's begun." She pauses the slow endless slide of her impossible cock to take Rosaria's breasts into her hands. Figures. Lumine fondles Rosaria's breasts, the flesh overflowing into her palms, as her hips push her cock in by centimeters at a time.
"Come on, fuck me, use that cock for what it was made f—ahhhhh."
Lumine's hips are flush against Rosaria's ass, her cock fully sheathed in Rosaria's cunt. There's no space left, there's nothing in between them. Rosaria has fully enveloped Lumine's dick. She tries to clench.
"Rosaria!" But thank all the gods she doesn't believe in, Lumine begins to move, dragging her dick out in a painfully slow movement before slamming back in. Rosaria wails and opens her legs wider, presenting her hungry cunt for her conquering god. "Fuck me, fuck me, yes, ream me," she wails, and Lumine kneads her breasts more roughly. "Rail me, Lumine. You should've fucked me ages ago." She ruts her hips backward, meeting Lumine with each wet thrust. "You should've thrown me down on the snow and torn off your skirt. I would have let you once I saw this giant dick."
"Whaaaaat, in front of Barbara and Paimon?"
"We're already fucking out, ah! In the open, hhhh. At least Dragonspine was deserted," Rosaria points out, through gasps and moans. It's so hard to breathe. It's like Lumine's giant cock has driven out all the air from her body, and her head is spinning, and there's nothing like fucking while tipsy because everything's more frenzied and delicious this way, the sensations so heightened. Lumine's fingers don't let up, kneading and massaging her breasts, her fingers twisting her nipples at irregular intervals so she never gets to brace herself. Each pinch sends jolts of arousal down to her cunt. Rosaria has never, not in her life, managed to come without rubbing her clit, but as she ruts backward and blasphemes a god she doesn't believe in, she thinks Lumine's giant cock just might make it happen.
Her orgasm builds and blazes in her lower spine, and Rosaria welcomes it, clenches her cunt as hard as she can to encourage her orgasm. She slams her hips backwards into Lumine's conquering cock, each thrust letting out a wet and obscene sound. They could be caught any minute. Hell, the Angel's Share customers could be watching from the second floor balcony. She doesn't care, all she cares about is careening toward that white-hot cliff, that perfect storm—Lumine twists her nipples in a brutal jerk—
Rosaria nearly screams as her orgasm crashes through her, her body locking up and her cunt spasming and shuddering wildly. She's dimly aware of Lumine snarling, "Come on. Come on my cock, you beautiful slut, you whore nun—" and it just makes her come harder. Lumine keeps fucking into her, fucking her through her climax, hissing those dirty words into her ear. Then just as she feels her orgasm subsiding, Lumine slides her fingers down to her poor neglected clit and pinches.
And then she's coming again, barely even finished with the first—coming and spasming and probably squirting all over Lumine's blessed cock. She's probably babbling nonsense. She's been fucked stupid. She's nothing but a mass of overstimulated nerves and horniness and it's all because of the hero of Mondstadt.
Dimly she wonders if that makes her ultra patriotic.
She sags down the wall, just barely held up by the impaling dick. She's got no strength to hold herself up now. Lumine lets out a little laugh and hauls her up, turning her around and hugging her in a surprisingly chaste manner. Her cock slips out from Rosaria, and she's left oddly bereft.
"Good?" Lumine murmurs into her hair.
"Fantastic," Rosaria responds, and swallows the urge to say Best I ever had, actually. No need to give Lumine a big head to go along with her big cock. She pulls back, and becomes aware, suddenly, of the cool night air of Mondstadt. A wind blows and it stings her cheeks.
"Oh. You haven't come yet, have you?" she realizes.
Lumine's taken her cock in hand, and giving it lazy strokes. She looks unconcerned. "I could look at you and jerk off, and it'd be enough."
Rosaria smirks. "Charming. I have a better idea, though."
Her shirt is still half-off of her, the high neck unclasped at the back. Her breasts are bare and her nipples peaked and puffy from both Lumine's attentions and the cool night air. Rosaria delves in between her thighs to get some slick, then sinks to her knees and tugs Lumine closer to her.
"Don't close your eyes," she warns. "I want you to see every second of this."
Then she slicks up Lumine's dick, presses it in between her breasts, and guides it up and down her cleavage.
Lumine lets out something between a choke and a cough. Rosaria smirks. "Come on, Lumine," she says, low and husky. "You know how this goes."
Lumine breathes out, "You're so fucking hot," and begins to fuck Rosaria's tits. It's an unbearably erotic scene. Rosaria is a nun, still dressed in her veil and crown, but she's a nun with alcohol and lust surging through her blood and a cock between her tits. A golden girl fucks the valley of her breasts, moaning with every breath, and the sound makes Rosaria's cunt juice a little bit more.
The bulbous cockhead pops in and out of Rosaria's cleavage, Lumine's hips stuttering out of rhythm, and the nun smirks. Now for the finisher.
She bends her head down and sucks the cockhead as hard as she can.
"Rosaria!"
"Keep fucking my tits," Rosaria says, smirking. She pushes them together harder. "C'mon. I know you want to."
"So hot. Fuck—Ve—Barbatos—wasted," Lumine gasps out, incoherently. She thrusts harder, losing all rhythm, and on every upstroke Rosaria captures the cockhead and sucks it like a lollipop. Lumine's fingers knot into her hair and pull, painfully, deliciously—her crown and veil fall askew—
"Rosaria, Rosaria, how the fuck are you so hot, you slut, you're right, I should have fucked you on Dragonspine—" Lumine babbles. Her hips seize up, and Rosaria laughs, recognizing the signs.
"On my face, Lumine, I want you all over me."
Lumine lets out a low, long groan, and spurts on Rosaria.
Semen splatters all over her nose, her cheeks, her forehead, her eyes, even her crown. Rosaria closes her eyes and lets the white drip down, entirely certain of the eroticism of her image.
"I can't believe how hot you are," Lumine says, finally, pulling Rosaria up and wiping the semen off her face. Rosaria smiles coyly and sucks it off Lumine's fingers.
"Thank you," she says primly. She pulls off the veil, and begins to wipe between her legs. Lumine stifles a laugh.
"C'mon," Lumine says, glancing at the moon above. "We've gone about this all wrong, but I think I can still buy you dinner before we get an inn and I fuck you in a proper bed."
"Not in the Angel's Share," Rosaria warns, her face flushing. Now that she's a little bit more sober, she can just hear Kaeya making fun of her. And Diluc might tell Jean, who might tell Barbara or some of the other sisters, and then it would just be way too much of a hassle to handle all the "Why can't you behave like a proper bride of Barbatos" stuff. She voices this to Lumine.
"Indeed not," Lumine says, smiling like she has a secret. "I think Barbatos would be very proud of you."