Feral Study, a genshin impact fanfic

Notes: Please make sure you read my tags before reading this story! I say this because of the fact there are people who thrive to police fanfiction now and days. Also, when I say future, I mean six to seven years in the future with probably ten being the maximum.

If you saw this on AO3, then that's also my account.
This is the first smut I've ever publicly posted on a site like this, but not my first time writing smut xD Hope you enjoy it!

The wooden frame of a bed rocked back and forth, dangerously close to knocking into the wall. With the vigorious force behind it, no matter the time of day, it would come to be no surprise if someone was to hear it inside or outside. With night having officially fallen an hour or so ago, guards could be alerted if near. Neighbors could even call in complaints ; it wouldn't be the first...

Couldn't they understand this was for research?

Nevermind the dangers of the bed desiring to knock a potential crack on the wall. An erotic soundtrack of heated pants, shameless moans, and throaty growls sounded it could shake the room with its vibrations bouncing against the walls. Who cares if someone hears that, right? Oh, but Sucrose cared- and she was so nervous. There was a line between caring and not caring though, and with this tall, scarred, gray haired feral man so close behind her, she'd rather let the whole world listen to her "studies". Since the very start, she's been pushing her insecurities out the window for the wolf man she fell for, just as he's been more willing to come to the city just to see her. He's always piqued her interest with the lifestyle he grew into from infancy to young adulthood. It's been a few years since he left his pack, but considering he still refuses to live in the city; he made a decent home in between Wolvendom and Brightcrown Canyon. No hilichurl or slime thinks twice on messing with him. He's become a little more knowledgeable of human customs and a tad more willing to interact with people, but like her, he's still one to keep to himself and remains awkward to too much social interaction. At the end of the day, no matter what, the people of Mondstadt continue to see him as the feral man raised by wolves.

A title he didn't mind. Feral was a fine word, but little did he know, on the outside of this room, they only use it in bad sense. Were they blind? He's learned, he's grown more accustomed to their ways! So what makes him feared? A wild threat? She knew him too well. Good-natured and honest, yes, but-

"Mmf-ahhh!" Teeth once clenched onto her pillow released upon feeling the sensation of sharp nails attempting to dig into her right thigh and the left side of her waist. The pain was only part of the study. That and...it ensured the wolf man's dick to drive itself further into her. "Nghh, Razor!" She whined with a shudder.

-Okay, behind these walls, good nature played no part in this private game for two, but still...

"Ggrr..rrrggh!" Razor lets loose a harsh snarl as muscles tighten to his own hips snapping back before swiftly thrusting forth, giving that headboard the rocking its been doing since close to the very start. He was sitting on his knees with her laying on her chest with her voluptuous rear up. Her arms were tightly hugging her pillow close, having been given that mighty need to hang on to something not long into this ride of her life, this sexual experiment as she also wants to call it. He's been in and out, probing her cervix with menacing force. Previously, she's reached her climax twice, but he's yet to release.

He may be human, but his stamina matched that of his furry family; wolves had the best stamina out of most animals in Teyvet.

She could pass out. With stars in her amber eyes, saliva escapes from the corners of her mouth as her tongue rolled out. Too much pleasure clouds the mind, and she'll gladly let it in the privacy of her own home. It was difficult for her not to lose herself in this lust filled spiral she was tumbling down. The green haired alchemist was trying to keep a thin line of sanity. Doing so may prove to make her forget what she's trying to fully confirm. So far, it was already so plain to see, that a blind slime would even be able to tell.

Razor leans over her, pressing his bare, sweating, scarred torso against her back- softer than lupical fur, but hot and trembling nonetheless. His hair. It was still as long as it always has been. Several of those long gray locks of his fall on either side of his face, a few before glowing, darkened pools of red. To be this close to her body, he had to cease from his vigorous movements, whilst removing a hand from her waist to wrap his strong arm around it. He lifts her towards him, as he sits back on his heels with knees spread out, but this position only makes his shaft push deeper in, causing Sucrose to yelp. Her insides were already raw; even a simple touch made her want to cry out. With his face now close the side of her head, it gave him access to her fluffy ears once using his face to push away her light green hair as best he could. Since the day they've met, camouflaging her ears had no effect on him.

A wolf's eyes were always sharp with observance, similar to his sense of smell- keen and quick to detect.

"Rrrrggg...mmm.." He hummed his low growls into her ear, with his tongue sticking out to lick at the outer side of her ear. A sensitive spot for her, Sucrose releases a high whine, squirming against him but only causing the head of his throbbing cock to rub up further. A sense of insecurity arises, using a shaky hand to cover her mouth suddenly, but Razor was quick to remove it with his now free hand. He grips it tight with a snarl. "There's no shame. Let me hear you..."

His tone matched his previous sounds, yet remained on the down low as he's usually like during these hot and heavy sessions.

Her breathing was hard, with her face all aglow with a dark reddish-pink tint; eyes were glossy and struggling to keep focus on what was in front of her. Her lover's ear licking only kept her words under lock and key, yet moans and breaths rose to high heights.

"Mmm...my mate...so good~" The hand used to remove her's from covering her mouth, was back to its original place on her thigh. He grips hard- hard enough where bruises would surely form. Another set to add to the few already on her body since near the beginning. She didn't mind, but what she did mind was not getting a word out. Swallowing to wet her dry throat, lips part to try and speak.

"Ahhh...hhhnn.." She shakes with hopelessness, feeling a little faint. He's begun to nip at the rim of her ear. His teeth were always sharp like wolf fangs. All those years of biting through tough, raw meat has made his canines sharp like the tip of a sword. Despite his current rough nature, he will always have a little sense in that "feral" skull of his. Her ears were sensitive, and therefore, he wished to be gentle. Sucrose felt tears forming in the corners of her eyes of her weak spot being the victim of light teething.

"Ar..chonnns...R-Razorrr..." She whimpered with feeble whines, squirming against him. At this rate, he was going to break her with ear nibbling alone! The time to find that opportunity to move must find its way. When his teeth had lifted from her ear, she moved her head away, earning a confused grunt from the wolf man. Stubborn though, he tried to move in for more, but she wasn't having it.

"Are you okay..?" He breathed. His gentle side was beginning to show, but knowing him, it's only for a moment like this. Sucrose could finally catch her breath and relax, resting a hand on her beating chest in attempts to still its frenzy, while leaning against Razor's body to enjoy this temporary cooldown. His grip on her body loosens some to ensure that.

"I-I..." She paused, tilting her head as best she could to look up at the face of her wolf-raised lover. He shifts his own head so she doesn't strain her neck, and the couple was soon looking each other in the eyes. Razor's hand from her thigh slid up her chest to place close to her breast, as close as he could to her beating heart. The subtle action made her blush even more. "I-I want...w-want you...to...bite m-me." She received silence... Short lived, at least.

"You wanted this...before. I hurt you..." Blunt with the memory, his eyes gave off a regretful glow before looking away. "I made you bleed...and it hurt me inside." A small, soft hand was quick to clasp his cheek. She remembered the last time they did this, and she requested a bite just for the sake of the moment. He obliged...over, and over, and over again. That left her in pain, as he said, bleeding, and having to hide the wounds for a week. Razor had every right to hate the idea now, but his fear to hurt his most special human lupical...

...Forget your own personal study. Now that he reminded her of that day, it made her frown softly while giving his scarred cheek soft caresses. "Ohhh...I never blamed you. I-I...wasn't thinking of your feelings..." She whispered, feeling bad for suggesting it in the first place. "I'm sorry... I'm more at fault for making you do it, and I don't want to force you... I want...m-my mate..to be happy...a-and satisfied..." Her voice like a whisper, and face growing redder than a tomato, she lean in to give his chin a little lick with the tip of her tongue. Silence ensues but before she knew, Razor, who's face looked flushed from the sound of her words, was placing both hands on her hips, lifting her off him so he could turn her body around. She breathed a shaky breath and shivered from the cool air hitting her wet, stretched heat. Chest to chest for a moment, he lays her down on her back, following suit in her direction as he hovers over her with both hands now on each side of her, reds staring heavy into ambers.

"I want..my mate happy too." He slowly tells her before giving her face a unhurried lick, like an alpha wolf showing affection to its partner. These licks were only few and never minded by Sucrose. She actually liked them, suitable for someone like him, no matter how grown he's become. It turns into a kiss the moment his lips meet her's, and doesn't cease to become heated seconds in. Tongues collide with growing lust for each other, and slowly but surely, Razor's softer side was beginning to take a turn to his previous state.

Legs wrap around the back of his waist with her right hand to caress his cheek once more, and the left lifting to grip his shoulder. Saliva drips from Razor's tongue not long into the kissing, and pulls his head away. Red hues glow with a light feverish shine, like a wolf on the prowl. He's caught his prey, and he'll gladly take it. His hand slithers in between their bodies to rub the tip of his thumb against Sucrose's clit, earning him a gasp and a swift hand to the back of his head to crash her lips further against his to keep from moaning too loud. As if she needed to keep quiet. For someone who's a recluse, she certainly doesn't sound it when alone with Razor.

He rubs in a circular motion, and keeps going until he has her trembling under his touch once more. Guiding his hand to his still hard shaft, he grabs it to rub the head against her vagina before roughly sliding in, winning another gasp in the form of a surprised squeak, followed by a shudder due to re-entry. "Sweet girl...is mostly quiet, but makes the sweetest sounds." With the kiss having been broken abruptly, he hums one of his rare, light chuckles. "Still surprises me~."

Sucrose huffs and turns her head away from him. Her ears flatten further out of embarrassment, but one could only wonder how much louder he will make her until either she loses her voice or someone ends up hearing. Again, not like that mattered now. She's been loud before and had to listen through complaints...

"A-And...wh-who's fault is that?" She managed to make a counter, but it earned a close lean to her, a hot breath against her ear- causing it to flick, and a squirm to an unexpected lick against the inner rim.

"...Yours?" He teased, but he knew the truth. Before she could answer him, he was already shifting his position to get more comfortable in between her legs. He gives her a rough thrust, then another, and another, until he maintained a slow pace of movement. Raw pink walls squeezed around him as both hands moved to his back and through his soft hair. Through his locks, she sunk nails desperately into his back.

"N-N-Nooo..." She feebly answered. Razor moves his face to the dip of her neck, giving it a lick and receiving a twitch of the body and another flick of the ears.

"You work too much. Sweet girl never rests." He told her in between licks. "Let me...take care of her." Like a good mate would. Wolves would mate for life, until one dies. Knowing Razor, he's never had a single one, until she entered his life and opened his heart. It gave him the silent encouragement to leave his pack and start another- with her. Just the two of them. He was the sweetest, but...it was hard to say how much she appreciated him when the pace of thrusting began to quicken a tad. She didn't have to tell him right now. He knew she was thankful to have him around. When there's so much work to be done and discoveries to be made, even Albedo couldn't get her to rest.

Teeth graze ever so gently across skin; both rows moved close then away, then again, until he paused to contemplate his next action for a moment. Sucrose loosens her hold by her nails to rub his back, encouraging him silently that he can keep going. Her head turns to the opposite side, revealing more skin to him as another sign to tell him so. Razor gives her neck another few licks, then a few kisses, and upon beginning to suck her skin, he uses his teeth to bite down softly at first.

Light anticipation crawled under the alchemist's skin, yet she remained caring of his decisions. No force to bite her and make him feel bad in the end. Razor's nostrils take deep whiffs of her and what he catches scent of was obvious: sweet flowers. Intoxicating enough to make him feel dizzy. Lust was overtaking the more he was breathing in, and his movements were becoming quicker and quicker by the second. This was it. Sucrose, for once, was able to mentally prepare herself until she began to cry out to digits suddenly gripping her buttocks. One hand moved to give her leverage, all just to get deeper into her as he had gotten previously, while the other remained on her waist to keep her in firm place.

Her nails were back to digging themselves into his back, earning a growl and teeth sinking further. His side was coming back in full strength, and before she knew it, his teeth were going down further with his tongue licking the space in between. With a wince, Sucrose cries out in pleasure and pain, her vision getting hazy all of a sudden as she tried not to shake. With a bite and rough thrusts, it only became like last time: hard to stay still.

And just like before, it starts with one bite, then another, then another, until Razor was making multiple marks on her neck and shoulder alone. Blood seeped through each mark but even as the wolf man was bite and licking blood, his hips were snapping back and forth, and getting closer to his climax. Amber eyes become cloudy with welling tears while her ears pin some to the pain, but the way he was overall, kissing so tenderly and wildly fucking without rhythm- it gave her overall euphoria. The biting hurt, yes, but it felt so pleasurable all at once. She powers through the injuries, through the concern the townsfolk and Knights of Favonius show- because she loves Razor so much.

Toes curl with body tensing further and further. Sucrose was as close as she could get to falling over the edge, and every tremor inside, every prod against her insides, every lick of the skin, every touch of callous hands- archons, give her the strength to survive this. She grips her mate tighter and opens mouth to cry out a keening wail. A tear escaped from the corner of her eye, and fell from her cheek down towards the invaded side of her neck. As for Razor, with snarls and growls vibrating skin, every muscle in his body contracted at once and releases his load deep inside. Heavy and overflowing, it began to leak out in from in between her pulsating walls and his throbbing but slowly softening cock.

-.-.-.-.-.-

-Exhaustion was setting in, as Razor's speed was decreased from his high, to low, then to a complete stop. The first few times they did this, despite the fact he knew he was human, he thought it was appropriate to stay inside as if he had a knot to keep there, but he had to be told otherwise... The room's atmosphere felt heavy with the scent of sweat and heat lingering with the sound of hard panting. In the moment of a cooldown, Razor finally pulls out slowly where cum leaked out from Sucrose's hole, who she in mind, gave a sigh of bliss before becoming limp to better relax.

Razor's rough hold has long since release, and moves his body in the direction it was starting to lean in: the left. Once laying there tired, strong arms were snaking their way loosely around her while summoning the strength to bring her closer. She unconsciously rolled so her back was pressed to his chest. She was exhausted and in numbed pain. The bruises on her body ached but they were only the tip of the iceberg. The bitemarks- it's what she asked for, but something she hoped Razor didn't do because she wished him to. The last thing she would ever do was force him to do something he didn't wish.

His job wasn't done yet. He needed to take care of her wounds... Raising himself from the bed some, Razor stretches his neck out toward her neck and begins to lick at the blood that beaded and trickled extremely thin lines, fated only to smear on skin instead of staining the pillow. Sucrose, in her blissful afterglow, opens eyes to the feeling of her mate licking her neck once more.

"M-Mmn...Razor..?" He doesn't stop, causing her to sigh softly. Her body ached too much to move excessively so she couldn't face him. "I-I'm...sorry..." He stops mid lick and releases a sigh of his own while moving his head to bury his face into messy green hair.

"No. I'm sorry... I hurt you again." Distressed by his actions, he goes back to licking her inflictions, while Sucrose attempts to find the energy to flip herself around. Managing with a slight wince, she was now face to face with the wolf man, her bare breasts pressed lightly against his chest.

"Please, Wolfie..." Wolfie. A pet name that was enough to bring a blush to his already hot face. "I never want to blame you for it, even if...you wanted me to." Such a soft, sweet little voice. Even Razor couldn't work up denying them... To hopefully get her point across further, she presses as close as she could against him before lifting her chin so her mouth was near his neck. She gives his throat a few licks, and a feather like kiss here and there.

Wolves lick the teeth and mouth of other wolves to show affection or show submission. This wolf receives licks to show how much he's adored.

He moves his head back from the licks to become face to face with Sucrose, where their lips could meet. Small and sweet contact, it didn't cease to make her feel lifted. Upon pulling away, there was still hints of uncertainty in his red gaze. She huddles closer to him and frowns...but an idea came to mind. "I-I want to make this up to you, if you'll let me." Razor's attention perked, pressing his chin down some on her head with a hum, a signal to let her know he was listening. "I...have to leave for Inazuma in a few days, to pick up sample packages of blossom petals for mister Albedo." Her face was turning red again. Why was she turning red? "I-If you want-no, I-I...want you to come with me." Her timidity was showing, but why so nervous asking him to come with her? "I'm not sure if this will help you feel better, and...if it doesn't, I can understand, and won't force you to stay. But...if you do come along, we could...stay for a day, o-or two. Maybe...find hot springs a-and relax together, or-"

"Sucrose." She's interrupted by the sound of her name. Razor doesn't usually use her name, but when he does, it always takes her by surprise somehow, no matter how many years they've been together. Wrapping his arms snugly around her body, he hums before pressing his lips to her head, where she felt just barely on her scalp, the corner of his lips twitching into a gentle smile. "I'll come with you." Unsure if he's saying that as a way of saying 'I don't blame you' or something, but it made her glad to hear.

"Mm...I love you." She whispered, the only way she could without stuttering or feeling too nervous. No matter how many times she can say it, it always made her heart skip a beat whenever she proclaimed her feelings.

"I..love you too." It use to be rare to hear him say it too, but he's learned for her. He thrived to say it more, to let her know with words, not just actions. "But..." But? His tone lowers itself while, a slight darkened glow in his hues. "You are my mate. I show marks, then no one...flirt with you." A soft growl rumbles in his throat, just from the bitter thought of another man with Sucrose. That being one of his reasons to wanting to go, she presumed. Her face hotter than ever, she presses a kiss to his chest, slides a leg in between his, and snakes her right hand around to his lower back, enough to both make his mood soften and assure him. Fingertips trace the scars he's got over the years. A physical answer that must of meant she understood and was okay with that...or she was beyond nervous. It didn't matter.

She was Razor's mate. There could be countless people in her life, but she knew she was his. The bite marks would only prove it, and she wouldn't have it any other way. As long as he wasn't attacking people due to jealousy, then she could be at peace.

No more words. All has been said, meaning they were ready for a proper, short rest before a bath. So, what did Sucrose learn out of this independent feral study?

-Did it matter now? If anything, the only answer she finds in the end of it all, was this wolf was still learning, but he was special in his own ways.