That says Prostrate not prostate.


Childe rarely gets on his knees for anyone.

Lumine is pressed against a rocky outcropping, the sandy limestone jagged against her back. She doesn't think about it, though. Barely feels it. All she knows is Childe before her, his mouth latched onto her cunt as he devours her whole.

"I don't kneel," he said once, what seems like ages ago, "To anyone other than my beloved Tsaritsa."

My, how that's changed, thinks Lumine. One taste of her and he lost all hope. Became horribly addicted. And maybe it's the way that they fight and then fuck, or it's those nights spent in the quiet of shared silk sheets, instead.

Either way, she loves it, Childe below her, watching as he worships her thoroughly.

Lumine sweeps her fingers through his tangled, auburn locks, scratching at his scalp lightly. And then she pulls— not hard, just enough to burn deliciously. Childe moans against her as he laps at her folds, tonguing in deep as he drinks right from her core.

She moans, her head tipping back, eyes slipping closed as grinds against his mouth. Childe holds her by the hips, fingers tight and bruising as he thumbs over the high arch of the bone there. His tongue is wet and greedy as it circles about.

Lumine drips all over his face, evidence of how much she loves this, loves him, and Childe swallows it eagerly and without complaint.

"Ajax," she sighs softly, her touch gentle once more as she combs through his hair with reverence, "I love you like this, on the ground before me."

Childe pulls away, pressing a swift kiss to the juncture of her groin. He spreads her legs wider and she lays her weight back against the stone. He looks up at her, cheek resting against the meat of her inner thigh, his chin glistening with her desire.

Fuck, if she doesn't love it, crave it, want more and more it. Childe watches her with eyes dark and gleaming, and Lumine wonders for a wild second if this is that darker part of him— that deep grip in which The Abyss holds him so tight.

With Childe, one never really knows, but Lumine craves the feral way that he looks at her, like he wants to eat her right up as she puts herself on display.

She snakes a hand down her front, fingers ghosting over the soft fabric of her dress. Across her toned stomach and past her hips. She's bare from the waist below, underthings pulled down and hooked around an ankle, and her dress rucked up and tucked to the side.

"On your knees so obediently," says Lumine, using both of her hands to spread her cunt wide. Childe is hungry, eyes blazing with anticipation. His fingers twitch at his side, wanting to touch. "I thought you said only for your God." It's a tease, perhaps a cruel one for a once-dutiful Harbinger.

Liyue has softened Childe with the promise of laughter and friendship.

And maybe love.

"Things change," says Childe, nipping at the soft skin at the top of her thigh. He sucks a neat mark there, right near the soft dome of her mound, and Lumine delights in its pinkish hue.

"Am I your God now?"

"Yes." There is no hesitation. Childe says it earnestly as he pulls her hips closer. He spreads her folds with his thumbs and just looks and looks. Soaks up just the mere thought of her. Lumine can feel the way that she floods, slick running down the insides of her thighs as she makes a mess of herself.

It takes nothing to sink a finger deep into her. She's so wet that the glide is easy. Lumine cries out, swirling her fingers around her clit. Childe never breaks eye contact as he presses in and out. Lumine watches back as she touches herself in time.

A practiced dance, one often shared.

Childe slips in a second finger, spreading her slit, tugging at her hole. Fucks them in and out of her, wriggling about her warm insides. Delicious, she thinks, the way that he touches her. How he worships her with such need.

What utter devotion. She wonders to what lengths he'd go.

Lumine pinches at her clit before smoothing her fingers over it. Soft, circular motions as she fucks herself against his hand. Two of his fingers turn into three, and Lumine gasps his name. "Ajax, Ajax."

He leans closer, pressing a kiss to the soft and downy hair above her sex. "Allow me," he says, nosing against her mound, and Lumine pulls her hand away gratefully. His mouth is a far better alternative.

Childe licks across her clit, sucking at it. He thrusts his fingers in deeper, curling them to find just the right spot. Lumine scrabbles against him, her fingers threading through his hair and holding on.

She's tired from their spar, and now she's tired of holding herself up, but she bears it. Pleasure coils tightly in her gut, ever-growing, ever-stretching as Childe laps at her with his teasing a devilish tongue.

The foulest of legacies, a humorous thought.

"Gods," she murmurs, pulling at his hair, "Archons."

"Nothing as good as this," he says. She can feel the way that he smiles against her, how wide his grin is as he's smothered by her lust. It's so thick he could choke on it, she thinks.

Childe would probably love that.

"You're so—" Childe's tongue slips in alongside his fingers, and he fucks her with them in tandem for a long and fleeting moment. The sounds— filthy. Wet and sopping things. Lumine's heart practically bursts as she looks down and sees Ajax drowning in her cunt.

When he pulls back, his lips are swollen and slick. His eyes are alight with hunger. "Delicious," he says, nipping at her clit with the barest of hint teeth before smoothing over the bud with a swipe of his tongue. "Absolutely divine. You're— Gods, Celestia couldn't hold a candle to you."

The praise fuels the fire that burns in her as it builds and builds. Childe fucks his fingers into her faster and harder, thick and long and curling just ever so perfectly. He worships her well, truly, and thoroughly, just like the goddess he claims her to be.

Childe is her Harbinger now, not the Eleventh, but the First, so willing to be at her beck and call. They'd fought and they usually fuck afterward; but today this is what he wanted, what he craved.

This is what he begged for.

"Please," he says into her folds, sucking and slurping at them like he just might die if he stops, "Lu, please come for me."

Oh, oh, she will, especially if he keeps saying such things to her. "So good," she says, rutting against him. She fucks against his face and Childe sticks his tongue out to catch everything that she leaks.

The pressure and friction on her clit; the ways his fingers wrench themselves inside her wet and warm insides; how he moans and moans against her, his throat vibrating deep enough that she can feel it down to her toes. It's nearly too much.

Lumine's legs shake with the strain. Her fingers tighten in his hair as she rides his face until she meets her end. Her orgasm comes in a blinding flash— white-hot and sudden as she floods his face and hand.

Childe eats it up, lets Lumine pour herself right into his mouth. He whispers sweet and filthy words into her, praise after praise as he drinks straight from her core.

Her feet are numb and her fingertips sizzle. She can feel the hazy, lustful afterglow from the tips of her hair right to her toenails. Maybe embedded into the earth itself.

"Ajax." His name is the only word in her fogged brain as she tugs gently at his hair.

"Fuck," he says as he pulls back, wiping at his face. He misses most of it, but doesn't care. Childe rights himself and presses Lumine back against the stone, tucking his face in close as he tilts her chin up for a kiss.

She tastes herself on him, sweet and addicting. No wonder he can't get enough of her cunt; but Lumine would rather sip it from his lips instead, her tongue slipping into his mouth to swallow his moan.

Childe clings to her and she clings back. "What fervent prayer," she says to him, tapping his nose, teasingly. "I thought you might be on your knees all night."

"I would," he says with a chuckle, pressing his face into the crook of her neck and inhaling. Lumine knows that she smells like sex and sweat and the fight; three things that he loves the most. "I'd be on my knees all night for you."

Lumine pulls back, an eyebrow raised. "Oh?"

His grin turns from goofy into sinister, just this edge at the creeping darkness that Lumine so loves. "Oh yes," says Childe, smoothing his hand down her side. He cups her gently and her cunt throbs in response. "I'd pray to you all night and keep you right at the edge. Over and over, until you beg me to finally commit."

"And would you? Commit, that is."

Childe's gaze softens slightly. "For you? Always. I'd take you to the moon and back."

"Let's start with the bedroom. Sooner rather than later. And, perhaps if you're a good boy, I just might return the favor."

Childe lets himself be pulled along.