DISCLAIMER
The following is a fan-based
FICTION
Genshin Impact is owned by MiHoyo.
Please support the official release.
Chapter 37: A Cold Bang (with a Dommy Mommy Nun)
P.S. I now have a discord server! Discord .gg/ceBMM2Zz6c
A new day in Mondstadt for yours truly, the shameless monkey from Pastaland the exterminator of the illiterate 'churl fiends Bukharin.
After fucking my way through the worried and angry bitches I had been unable to please and praise through my time in Pseudo Russia [not being a prison bitch], my efforts to be a good citizen in Liyue [and playing my secret childhood fantasy of being Bob the Builder but Chinese to satisfy my CCP's Overlords], I managed to discover that peace is indeed a thing...
And it has a name.
"H-Harder, mommy."
"St-Stop it or I will break your neck, you stupid moron!" The harsh dommy tone came from ]dommy mommy nun-lady and truly perplexing miss] Rosaria.
Now, I know what many would think. 'John, did you go and try to get laid again?' and the answer to that is: 'Nyoh, but you can't stop me, brah!' and in truth, it all started with good intentions. You see, [my beloved Gulagers from outer Reddit,] I had the chance to discuss with my beloved little [cabbage plant] daughter that she wanted to check on them nerds in [Vietnam+Angola Simulator] Sumeru. It's been a while since I heard if those Wikipedia-worshiping morons have gotten their shit straight and started to actually touch the grass, of the non-dangerous kind obviously, and I agreed with her that we had to check them personally.
So, since that was going to be a long-ass path and I refused to let my beloved barefeet [and non-lewdable thank you very much] child go through that long-ass Mao-tier March through the the mountains and the bloody forest. My idea was to create a floatplane to use and get our asses hauled to Sumeru through one of its few trade port-towns. I know, creating a plane for that sounded outrageously expensive, but it was for the greater good[, plus I wanted to pull an Oppenheimer when it was time to go back to the Tsaritsa with some heat].
Some of the material was to be claimed in Dragonspire, and I refused to let poor Nahida handle the unforgiving cold climate, so I let her enjoy another playdate with Klee while I tackled this issue on my own. Or should have been dealing with this as I got stuck between two firm and thicc thighs right as I was chopping the wood for the plane's frame.
Literally an ambush, and one from someone I recognized from the Cathedral back in Mondstadt. How it happened was quite simple. I was sneaking through a few hilichurls, using my cursed appearance to get dodged by the illiterate and focus on some wood-chopping.
Turns out that, while I was being busy minding my own fucking business in the land of monkee, a certain nun thirsting for murder had found the camp and started to exterminate the churls because it was fun. As soon as I noticed that, I had started to get away. Not running, but sneaking out in the hope of not causing a situation. The only reason I hadn't switched to my human form was because I had realized I felt more the cold when I was a human than I was a monkey.
So, like hell I was going to change for that. I preferred to not risk some legit sickness for that sort of misunderstanding. Still, my hopes of a peaceful retreat from the dommy mommy proved to be misplaced. She cleared the camp soon, and spotted me right as I was turning the corner.
Thus, a lengthy chase through cold forests started, and it ended up with a monkey in a rather juicy situation. I didn't have any complaint to raise as I had shown before, but then things got weird when Dragonspire was claimed in a bit of a stormy mood.
"So... you just came here because you wanted me to talk with Barbara?" I asked, a bit perplexed by this sort of development as I saw at the edge of a cave we found nearby to keep away from the storm.
"It was the plan, yes. Sadly, I gave off the wrong impression by keeping my weapon drawn through the chase," Rosaria replied with a pseudo-apologetic tone. I couldn't tell if the bitch was sorry or not, only that she was aware she fucked up somehow. "Still, Barbara wished to discuss with you some unusual 'vision' from Barsibato- No, wait... Well, the Anemo Archon."
...
"Oh yeah, I screwed the guy. Literally," I admitted, the nun raising a surprised look as she fished out a bottle of wine from her bag- where did that one come from?
"How?"
"You know the bard?"
She frowned at this. "Of course, the God of Freedom is the freest moron in the city."
"Aww, don't call him a moron. He had a lot to go through," I argued in Venti's favor, ignoring the fact that the nun took a large sip from her bottle.
"Yet, you still found it easy to bang him- or her. Depending on the forms since Bartabos is meant to be without a clear gender."
"Both ways, Barbatos is always a bottom and a loving one," I remarked flatly. "What about you?"
"I am not a slut."
"That's not my question, Rosie," I argued flatly and she growled after another long sip. "Don't give me that, you kept the door open."
"A door you opened," She rebuked, but it was for naught as the booze had her talking nonetheless. "And I am a virgin, just not one that can be deflowered."
...
"You did it with a toy-"
"I thought it would have grown back, I was just eleven for fuck's sake," Rosaria yelled, then paused and looked around before dropping out of her panicked mood. "Oh right, we're not near any of those idiot nuns."
"I still don't get why you picked this job."
"It felt right. Plus, it throws people off," She answered curtly. "Still, when you were talking about sex, you weren't like... proposing?"
"I mean, considering the situation I would be down for it. But since it's a bit weird to ask about-"
"Eula told me."
...Oh.
"And so did that lightweight of Amber," The nun added, a hint of curiosity spreading on her face. "They can be quite chatty when drunk enough. You're lucky they usually hang out by one of the bar's corners rather in full display for others to hear their rambling."
"Very lucky, I suppose. So, you actually want me to pop your metaphorical cherry?"
"Yes," She hissed. "So, are you going to say no or-"
"Let's make a game first," I interrupted, glancing at her and the now emptied bottle of wine. "You win, and you pick the position, you lose, I pick it. Deal?"
Something twitched and glinted from her eyes as I offered the bet and, to my delight, the girl nodded.
"Deal."
Without hesitation and definitely thanks to the liquid courage of red she consumed with the eagerness of a bloody drunk Irishman, Rosaria started to undress and leave just her headpiece on. With ease, she followed my command and raised her left leg up, holding it with her arm.
"Now what?" She asked, intrigued by the challenge and I smiled, ditching my own clothes as I approached her.
"Now you have to hold out for... five minutes. I would have asked for ten, but I don't want to break your mind or anything."
Her confusion was brief despite the perplexing words I used, after all, my tongue slamming onto her welcoming pussy was quite the sudden and telling sign possible of what she had to do. She twitched a bit, surprise melting into irritation and arousal.
"T-That's all."
I held back a chuckle at that bold statement from someone that clearly had minimal experience in the matter of breeding. I spread her pussylips slightly and sniffed there in a comical scene.
"You kind of stink there."
Her body twitched, outrage flashing but failing to fully vocalize as I was soon back to smooch at that stinky sweaty cunt.
"Stinky and delicious~," I commented, her leg starting to get more troubled in keeping up due to my eager attention. She failed at the fourth minutes despite her best effort to handle it.
As much as she played as the icy cold queen, this was still a woman- one with lust and desires that had long waited to be pleased in such a manner. She was prone to be 'defeated' due to how unprepared she was to this sort of care, and soon I had my 'emergency bed' deployed.
You never know when you have to bed someone, so why the fuck shouldn't I have the main tool to make a simple and dry rutting session into something more refined, softer and warmer?
Rosaria appeared pleased by this as she took a seat by the bed and... then glanced at me quizzically.
"Which position?"
It was missionary, and she looked gorgeous as she pouted. It was, alas, a brief cute sight as she was soon hugging me and pressing my face against her wonderful tits while I gave her world the right amount of shaking she wanted and needed. Plowing her in bed while holding her hands clearly had her wrapped up tightly- just as she was tightly wrapped around my dick and squeezing all my balls could muster.
I pumped her virgin womb with the first batch of cum she could ever hope of getting, firmly staying put deep by her cervix until all that passion in her was drained and I could finally rest beside her. I would have gone for round two, but Rosaria needed a moment.
I used this opportunity to switch up to my human form, just to let all that brain insanity out of my system for a while and... Rosaria gave me a curious look as she recovered, looking quite gorgeous as she rested with her belly down, her tits squishing against the mattress and her inquisitive eyes studying my form.
"So, that's how you look like as a human?"
I nodded, uncaring of her reaction and... she didn't seem concerned of this detail either. In fact, her interest was somewhere else.
"And if you were to do it like that, I could end up pregnant."
"Yep."
...
"What about... anal?"
Her offer had me raise a brow at what she was up to, but in less than two minutes, Rosaria was soon riding my dick in a cowgirl position and slamming her wonderful butt up and down, squeezing and worshiping my cock with her virgin ass. Slapping that pale butt had her squirm and tighten that hole around my cock, milking it dry for now as I let her tire herself out bouncing on me.
The storm would draw away two hours later, just in time for lunch, and I offered Rosaria to eat at my hut with my daughter and I. Considering that she was barely standing, her body unaccustomed to how good fucking was and yet how intense it could be on a virgin like her, she opted to take it and we spent some time chatting some more.
This experience was a reminder that my rizz was still on top even in my memetic monkey mode but... I was truly unaware of how true that was until the next day as I went on to visit Sister Barbara.
AN
Next time, the Monkey and the Idol Nun have a fight (in bed or not?), a plane is created, and a certain Acting but unwanting Sage receives a letter from Lesser Lord Kusanali about a potential return.