Edited by: Priapus, Old man of the mountain, Immortal Spank

– Mona –

"I'm very sorry for waking you up in such a shameful way," Crimson said with a sigh as he sat on a newly bought chair opposite of her. "I didn't think the walls were that thin, but it should've been obvious in hindsight. I'm frankly embarrassed."

"No, no, it's completely understandable." The Astrologist waved it off, her cheeks still red as she tried to keep eye contact, subtly rubbing her thighs together. "No need to apologize. This is your home, after all."

She tried—she honestly tried so hard—but it was impossible not to stare. She didn't understand why he had decided to address her while he was shirtless, especially after what he just did, but by the gods, it drove her mad. Dirty clothes or not, after what she went through, Crimson was not doing her any favors.

Mona had seen many people with different physiques before, impressive and otherwise, but she didn't know what it was that made her eyes glued to his abs. He was well-built—a lean body with visible muscles that weren't just for show.

Was it the sweat gloss that made him so unreasonably attractive? The fact that he had been railing Lisa so hard that it made a virgin like her jealous? Whatever it was, it made her crotch burn with desire, so much so that focusing was nigh impossible.

Lisa's screams and moans of pleasure would constantly replay in her head. A calm and collected librarian, one of the most intelligent, knowledgeable, and experienced– A top Akademiya student…

Reduced to a squealing pig begging the man in front of Mona to fill her womb, even disregarding the risks it entailed. She couldn't imagine it from Lisa, of all people. It must've felt heavenly.

She knew she should stop thinking about it and try to erase it from her memories entirely, but she really couldn't. Someone young and curious like her couldn't forget about something like that. At the very least, not when it happened five minutes ago.

And with this overwhelming, animalistic need to go through the exact same thing, well, Mona was praying to every Archon that Crimson wouldn't notice the arousal and wetness she was trying to hide.

"It's not about the property, Mona." He shook his head. "It's about respect. Something I should be giving you as a person."

And now he's all nice and polite about it, which makes it infinitely worse. So not only was his mere existence arousing her, but now his words were making her heart flutter. This was becoming too much for her.

"I appreciate and value such respect for me, Crimson, but it's nothing. I mean that." Mona smiled politely. "...A-after all, the noises aren't as noticeable when I'm in my room. It's completely ignorable."

Mona knew this was her chance to end this, considering how understanding and reasonable Crimson was being. She could let him figure out this kind of problem and its solution on his own by saying nothing, but in this situation and her position, the Astrologist couldn't think well.

She knew a slippery slope when she saw one, but at this point, her dark desires were in control of her decision-making. The rational part of telling her not to say anything was drowned out by her increasingly growing horniness.

She wanted it to happen again. This thrill Mona felt was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. That's right—the Astrologist wanted Crimson to bring Lisa again and fuck her senseless because never in her life had she gotten so damned wet.

It was wrong on so many levels. So shameful that someone as proud as she would be aroused by seeing and hearing other people going at it. Mona wasn't expecting herself to be so into something as gross and deplorable as voyeurism.

But Crimson unintentionally tested her patience by showing up to apologize shirtless, driving her to her limits. Poor girl couldn't even relieve herself; she wasn't given a chance to masturbate. She just couldn't take it anymore.

Mona couldn't think normally; she needed relief.

"Really?" He blinked.

"Y-yes. I woke up on my own and only heard when I went to make myself some coffee." She nodded, telling him half-truths. "And so I thought I should wait in my room until you were done."

"I see. Well, this makes me feel much better." He smiled. "When I thought I woke you up, I felt terrible. Glad to see that's not the case."

"For sure…"

"So then, now that you're awake—" He grabbed the food bags and put them on the newly bought table between them. "Why not have our chat over dinner? Or, I guess breakfast in your case."

Chat? Oh, right, that conversation. She completely forgot about it, and honestly, she didn't think she'd be a good conversation partner in her current state. Fortunately, she had a good idea to excuse herself in the most natural way possible.

"Oh, that sounds wonderful," Mona responded, 'need for relief' still being the only thing on her mind right now. "B-but I'd like to take a shower first if that's not a problem."

"Of course, take your time," Crimson said. "I should be taking one myself, but ladies first."

"Great. Then I'll see you in a few minutes."

Mona didn't wait for a reply and stood up, heading toward the bathroom. She made sure to take her towel with her, locking the door behind her. Once the water began running, she took off her clothes and hopped into the shower.

And instantly began furiously touching herself at the thought of Crimson railing her with his probably massive cock from behind. She imagined herself in Lisa's place, letting out those loud moans and squeals as he skewered her and ruined her pussy.

Mona made sure to muffle her own moans, though, because the shower noise wouldn't be enough to hide them. However, this was the hardest she'd ever masturbated in her life, bringing herself to orgasm and squirting her fluids in mere seconds.

But cumming once wasn't enough, so she continued to pump two fingers into herself, imagining Crimson fucking her in many different positions to stimulate herself. She imagined him being rough, either using her hair as a handle or pressing her.

She imagined him cumming inside her again and again, continuously filling her womb and impregnating her with his virile semen until it started leaking out of her abused pussy. These mere thoughts drove her mad with ecstasy, nearly prompting a scream out of her.

But she only barely managed to bite it down, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull in pleasure. Mona panted, lying down on the floor as the water washed off her sweat and other fluids. She was shaking, looking at her fingers with a mixture of guilt and excitement. This was so wrong. Utterly reprehensible and disgusting…

But if merely masturbating to the thought of her housemate felt this divine, then what would the real thing feel like? One thing was for sure: she would no longer be able to hide her moans if he decided to bend her over.

And in a single thought, Mona felt aroused once again. She knew she wouldn't let it happen realistically, but if Crimson were to kick the door open and, for some reason, decide to fuck her, she'd obediently and gladly spread her holes for him to abuse as he pleased.

Perhaps she shouldn't have disregarded sex and romance her entire life. It was as much of a need as food and sleep. She should thank Crimson for making her realize it, intentionally or not.

Gods, Mona never thought she was this touch-starved.

– Crimson –

I never thought she was this touch-starved, but here I am, surprised at how things, somehow, ended up even better than I planned once again. Perhaps Carmine was right—maybe I still have luck blessings with me. Though, for some reason, I've been lucky since I was born, even before I made contact with any goddess of luck.

I expected Mona to be mad or, at the very least, mildly frustrated. Instead, she was the complete opposite. Really, I only did what I did to annoy her, not to make her horny. It honestly caught me off guard. I didn't expect this sudden turn of events at all.

But it works in my favor, so I won't complain.

Her efforts in hiding her arousal were also very much praiseworthy. I wouldn't have noticed if I didn't have as much experience in dealing with this type of thing. Unfortunately for her, I did notice. After all, she can't hide her scent.

If anything, I noticed the moment she started leaking down there. Something like that is straightforward to pick up for the likes of me.

So I made the excuse that my shirt was dirty—I lied, it was partially destroyed, not dirty—and I wondered what she would do if I pressured her more, 'unintentionally'. Once again, she surprised me by making an admittedly good excuse so she could touch herself.

She just stopped a minute ago, but unfortunately, my body responded accordingly, and Mini Crimson over here decided to stand up again. Thankfully, Lisa is still in my room, and I've given her enough time to rest a little bit.

I open my bedroom door to see Lisa hugging the blanket close to her chest, her face red in anger and shame. She must've overheard my conversation with Mona, meaning she knew that someone had heard her.

"Scum." She mutters scathingly. "Is this funny to you?"

"You'll have to be specific. I find a lot of things funny. What do you mean by 'this'?"

"Making an embarrassment out of me."

"Oh, stop it, you and your whining. I was under the impression that she was sleeping." I roll my eyes with a snort. "Plus, she knows nothing of your situation, and last I checked, other people also have sex. It's normal."

Lisa says nothing, but she visibly relaxes.

"Just act like we're in a relationship or something along those lines." I shrug. "She'll likely believe it."

"It isn't easy to fool Mona," Lisa argues as I approach her, her eyes fixated on my erection as I unbuckle my pants. "Or any Astrologist, for that matter."

"You won't have to worry about her judging you," I respond, beckoning her to come closer. She gets the message immediately, hesitantly getting off the bed and kneeling in front of me, wrapping her dainty fingers around my shaft. "Would you believe me if I told you she was into voyeurism?"

"W-what?" Lisa's eyes widen in shock. "You're lying. That can't be true."

I thought as much.

"It's the truth, but you can believe whatever you want," I tell her. "And you better have that pretty mouth working, else we'll be here forever."

Lisa bites down a snarky response but obediently does what she's told, licking the head as she strokes the base. I look at her unimpressed, but she doesn't even bother putting in the effort. Hmm, this is the first blowjob I'm getting from her. Either she's naturally bad at this or she's being intentionally terrible. Most likely the latter, seeing how unenthusiastic she is.

I could just grab her head and facefuck her, but that's boring. I have to sweeten the deal if I want her to actually try, but what should I offer someone like her? She's a mage and a librarian, so knowledge is the obvious answer.

"Tsk tsk, you're not doing anyone a favor with this weak display, dear Lisa." I shake my head in disappointment. "Aren't you afraid you might disappoint future partners?"

She visibly scowls at me, and I know she's entertaining the thought of biting down. She doesn't, of course, and instead pretends to be trying by taking half of my length into her mouth, her tongue doing decent work. Though, it's not enough.

"I know you're not even trying, Lisa," I say with a smirk, making her flinch. "Tell you what, you impress me with your head game, and I'll share some of my magical knowledge on top of the free day you'll get. Sounds good?"

She pauses and looks at me, her eyes showing interest in the offer. She doesn't say anything but accepts by giving me the slightest nod. There you go. Intimidation might've also worked, but it wouldn't have been as effective. You want people to be willing if you want good results.

Finally putting in the effort, Lisa uses the experience she has to the max, licking and suckling on my cock as her two hands are busy with worship, stroking the length she can't get to without choking and gently massaging my balls. Much better.

"Good girl."

Her face burns red at the comment, but it doesn't slow her down. She's rather good when putting her mind to it, it seems, changing her approach every once in a while, from throating to kissing to licking. I let her have this tiny sense of control out of curiosity.

And to my delight, she's gotten so into it that she gestures for me to sit on the bed, repositioning herself to be able to use her massive tits. I pat her head gently, which embarrasses her even more but, strangely enough, makes her even more motivated.

Putting my rigid member between her soft breasts, Lisa does her best to bring me to climax, enthusiastically licking the head and using her tits to squish my cock. I can feel my orgasm approaching rather quickly.

"See? This is so much better. You are good at this." I chuckle as I gently force her head to take more of my dick. "Swallow all of it."

Lisa shudders at my order but obeys as I cum in her mouth, not letting a single drop leave. She looks at me in a slight haze before visibly swallowing, then opening her mouth to show me as my still-hard cock rests on her face.

"Good job," I say. "For that, I give you one question. Ask me anything."

"O-one question?" She parrots, getting a hold of herself. "Just one?"

"Yes," I confirm as she reflexively starts stroking again. "Why?"

"One isn't enough." She frowns at me.

"Too bad."

She clenches her teeth but knows she can't argue. I did say 'some' of my knowledge, after all. Honestly, I could've been worse and told her something everyone knew, but I'm a nice and fair dragon.

"...Is there a way I can get more?"

"Of course."

"How?"

My grin widens in response, and faster than she could react, I throw her on the bed, face down, and ass up. Lisa flinches as she realizes what I'm doing—poking her backdoor with my cock. She doesn't try to stop me, though.

"I want to use this hole at last," I say, slowly penetrating her asshole. "But because I'm nice, I'll give you two more questions for it."

She shivers and bites her lips. However, I can quickly tell that this is turning her on.

"D-do what you want…"

And what I wanted, I did, burying my whole rod inside her backdoor. She gasps loudly, but like always, I don't give her a chance to get used to the feeling, viciously thrusting in and out of the tight hole.

Immediately, she starts cumming, her piercing moans returning. Though this time, I do her a favor and put a hand over her mouth. Mona is still in the shower but might hear Lisa regardless, considering her loudness.

And wow, she feels good. Not unlike the other times, I'm very rough on her. I knead and stretch her breasts with my other hand, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her massive tits. I pinch and twist her nipples, too, prompting her to spasm and twitch in pure pleasure.

Honestly, she always struck me as the type of person who takes the lead. I didn't expect her to enjoy this type of treatment at first glance, but appearances can be deceiving. And Lisa's whole body feels like it was made for sex, from huge breasts to big rear and thighs.

And now she belongs to me.

Until I get bored of her that is.

I can feel her constricting and convulsing around my cock, making me cum deep in her rectum. I've lost count of the number of times she's climaxed, but I've most definitely knocked her out with this one.

I pull my member out of her, snorting at her, trembling and quivering. Yes, definitely out cold. I suppose her questions can be answered later. Though, that's one whole week of not messing with Jean…

Oh well. It's not like I've been putting much effort into that anyway. I can tell that she's making it worse by herself without my interference at all. I suppose I'll spend some time with Lumine in the meantime. Haven't seen her in a while.

I can't hear the shower running anymore, meaning Mona was likely done. About time.

I pull my pants up and exit my bedroom, seeing Mona in a bathrobe. She blushes profusely once she meets my eyes, but I'm not picking up on any excitement from her. She's just embarrassed and probably even ashamed. I doubt she heard me pounding Lisa again.

"I apologize if I took too long." She says, glancing away.

"Don't mention it. Good hygiene is important." I wave her apologies off, walking into the bathroom.

I haven't had a drink in a bit. Might go to the tavern after my chat with her.

– Lisa –

It didn't take long for Lisa to realize she'd gotten herself in a terrible spot after accepting the bastard's deal. And it wasn't like he'd outsmarted her either—if anything, the fault entirely lay on her because of a singular oversight. Well, two oversights.

He agreed to leave Jean alone every time she made him ejaculate, and so far, he's a man of his word. He completely disappeared for the three days she got out of him prior. There was no trace of him anywhere, which sounds very good on paper—finally, some peace and quiet.

However, unfortunately, therein came the 'oversights' of hers.

When she said he disappeared, she meant it literally. He had gone utterly off the grid, like he had never existed. The only reason she'd known he was still around was because he was still accepting Eula's duels, but she was too late to catch him every time she heard about those.

This meant that Lisa couldn't get more days off him, which drove her mad in two senses of the word. Also, as the third day passed, he was immediately back to messing with Jean without missing a single beat.

That was on her—she got a little relaxed in his presence, but he was a god. A self-proclaimed god, but one with a lot of evidence to prove it. She'd gotten careless, and now it was biting her in the ass. Also fucking her there too.

To make matters worse, Crimson's disappearance only served to make Jean even more paranoid, so this didn't fucking help. It's like every path she took would still end up with her losing this 'game' of his. And he was not even trying.

Lisa honestly didn't know what to do anymore. She needed a better plan, and her best bet was to convince Jean somehow that he really just wanted to fuck with her head. That was going to fix all their problems because Lisa realized that trying to get a solution out of Crimson was both dangerous and likely impossible.

Unfortunately, until she came up with something, all she could do was continue playing this game and somehow manage to get something like a month off him or something. It was a little more than challenging, of course, but she'd gotten a week, so perhaps it was possible?

Also, as much as she hated doing it, he still made her feel like she was melting with a single touch, and it was becoming a perilous problem. When he said she was 'aching', he was, unfortunately, very correct.

Lisa couldn't focus on some of her studies whenever she started thinking about him. She didn't know if he cast some kind of divine spell on her or if it was just natural, but her libido increased threefold. She had a lot of restraint, but it was definitely doing things to her body. Things she did not consent to.

Honestly, it had also started to scare her in a way. It made her paranoid—she was either getting addicted to him, which would lead to a lot of problems, or, in the worst-case scenario, gods of his kind are capable of procreation, and this was some kind of side effect of pregnancy. She was going to have to check soon.

His apparent lack of concern about cumming inside her was one of two things. One, that he can't procreate, which was what she was praying for; or two, he simply couldn't care less about having kids and would gladly leave her saddled with a responsibility she didn't ask for.

…She'd really fucked up with this one, didn't she?

Note to self. She thought, getting off the bed after a deep sigh. Never make a deal with a god or a dragon, and especially not dragon gods.

She couldn't believe it, but she missed Stormterror. At least that dragon wasn't bending her over the bed and violating her holes. In simpler times, dragons were just violent beasts that could be defeated if you hit them hard enough.

Lisa shook her head. She needed a cold shower; whining about her stupid choices wouldn't get her anywhere. Might as well suck it up. Now that she was awake and she could hear him here, she might as well try to get at least three more days off him.

No, she wasn't thinking of getting her ass filled again. Absolutely not. That'd be ridiculous. She wasn't horny; she was clearly doing it for Jean.

As she went to open the door, she froze as she heard the Astrologist's voice. Oh, right, she was here for some reason. Did she live with him? Temporarily or permanently? She didn't know. What Lisa knew was that Mona was in the way of getting dicked down—er, saving Jean—and that was rather annoying.

It was also embarrassing because now she remembered that the Astrologist had heard them having sex. How shameful. Mona was a highly respected individual in Mondstadt, after all. Then again, Crimson had a point. She didn't know of her situation, and Lisa could just pretend they were in a relationship.

She really hoped he'd play along with her because it did sound like he wouldn't if he found it funny.

Now the main problem is somehow fucking him because it sounds like they were in a very long conversation. She couldn't just waltz in there still naked and hop on his dick, certainly not in front of Mona or any other person for that matter. No, she didn't and wouldn't believe him when he said the Astrologist was apparently into voyeurism.

Someone who can track you from across the entire world with a few spells, predict your future, and reveal your past, is turned on by something like that? That was simply absurd. It didn't make any sense at all.

Even then, Lisa still wouldn't do it. It was too disgraceful.

…Perhaps it was time to call it a day. Lisa was mentally and physically tired after fucking for, what, two hours in total? A week was good, and all she had to do in that week was convince Jean that she was being stupid.

At the same time, she could keep an eye out for him. He'd try to disappear again, but now she was aware and could prepare. Hopefully. She was still dealing with a god here, so it would be hard to outsmart him.

And she didn't forget about the three questions; it was better to carefully think about what she could ask before spending them stupidly. A broad question that might get her a lot of answers. It was wiser to do that when she wasn't drunk off his cock, though.

With a resigned sigh, Lisa calmed her burning loins and put on her clothes, knowing she desperately needed a shower. It'd feel very awkward using his, though, so she decided to return to the Knights of Favonius HQ.

She hesitated slightly but opened the door, immediately becoming red as she met Mona's gaze, who was also blushing at her appearance. Crimson was the only person who wasn't affected by the awkward atmosphere and smiled at her.

"Ah, there you are. I thought for sure you were going to sleep in."

Lisa bit down a snarky response and, instead, listened to his advice.

"I'm sorry, dear, but I still have work I should be doing tonight." She gave him a 'smile', trying very hard to hide the venom in her tone. "I'll come back early tomorrow, though."

Crimson was very obviously amused if his widening grin was anything to go by. He fortunately said nothing, though, playing along and sparing her this time. He wasn't fully out of mercy, thankfully.

Mona, thank the archons, did not notice anything strange, still blushing. Lisa looked at her, equally flustered, and bowed slightly.

"I'm sure Crimson already apologized, but I'm very sorry for bothering you, Ms. Megistus," Lisa said.

"N-no, it's alright. We've already talked about it. You have nothing to apologize for."

"You're too kind." The librarian gave her a genuine smile, approaching the front door. "Please visit me at the library whenever you're able to. I'd love a conversation over some tea."

Mona said nothing but nodded as Lisa left the house, feeling the brisk wind hitting her skin. Gods, finally, some fresh air. It had been getting stuffy in there.

She hoped she wasn't spotted as she exited because Lisa knew that the Acting Grandmaster would be incredibly insufferable with her constant questioning if she were seen casually leaving the dragon's den.

Gods, that girl would have a heart attack if she didn't calm down. Lisa was very sure that Jean was under a year-long dry spell and that a swing might end up ironically saving her life, doubly so if Crimson was the one to do it.

The librarian shook that random thought out of her head. She needed that shower to be freezing. It hadn't been that long, and her body was already missing his dick. Was she seriously going to have to deal with this for the rest of her life?

"Ah, Lisa. Fancy seeing you here." Her coworker suddenly said as she passed by him absentmindedly, and in an instant, his voice soured her mood even more. "Haven't seen you in HQ since Klee was found. Where were you?"

Lisa looked at Kaeya and scowled, making him flinch. Him… He'd caused all this shit to happen, and now he's acting all calm about it? The nerve of this bastard. If he had just shut his gods damned mouth…

"You okay?" He blinked. "You look like you're about to–"

Lisa cut him off by slapping him in the face, doing her hardest to restrain herself from electrocuting his ass.

"Don't talk to me." She growled.

Kaeya stood there, frozen, as she walked past him.

With this newfound frustration and anger at her clueless coworker, Lisa seriously regretted leaving Crimson's house.

She should've waited until Mona was gone instead.

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