Sometime ago:
They'd been cuddling in bed when she suddenly asked, "When we get married, what kind of ceremony do you want?" Keqing rested her head on his chest, her bare thighs touching his.
"I don't know," he said. "Personally, I'd rather elope."
"That would certainly break with tradition," she chuckled.
"I guess," he said, "I'd want something with all our friends there—at least, for the reception. For the ceremony itself, I'd want all Liyue to see us together."
"We could have a grand ceremony in the Terrace. All Liyue could celebrate, but only our closest friends would be allowed in our private party. After the reception, we would go someplace we could be alone. Who would you want at the reception?"
"Paimon, all our Liyue friends… Lumine."
Keqing stroked his cheek. He smiled.
"It doesn't really matter," he said, "So long as you're there."
Aether had a pretty good idea whose dream he was in the moment he saw Yujiing Terrace clustered with people dressed for a wedding. The Liyue Square was packed with aisles of every person: Chef Mao and Xiangling, Xinqiu and Chongyun, Uncle Tian and Yelan, Zhongli and Hu Tao, Moon Shaper, Mountain Carver, Xianyun, Shuyu, and Shenhe, Bhaizu and Qiqi, Beidou, Liu Su, Smiley Yanxiao, Yanfei, and Yaoyao.
He wore a suit and tie that hardly fitted traditional Liyue dress wear. Then again, she never was one for tradition. Madame Ping stood at the podium. Seemed she would be their priest. Beside her floated Paimon in an adorable red dress and, to his surprise, Adeptus Xiao himself.
"I didn't expect to see you here," he said to the Adeptus.
"I can't stay long," Xiao replied. "But I wouldn't miss your wedding."
"Oh yes," said Madame Ping with a chuckle, "Xiao simply insisted on being your best man."
The General averted his gaze, more than a little embarrassed.
Xinyan strummed her electric guitar, and Yun Jin sang a "Here Comes the Bride" song. Rock music blended with Yun Jin's elegant voice forming a beautiful if unconventional harmony. He turned around. His mind went blank.
Escorted by Ningguang and Ganyu, a slim, elegant woman crossed up the aisle. She wore a white wedding gown with a sweetheart neckline that accentuated the swell of her chest. An elegant white train trailed behind her fringed with violet. It framed her high-heel-clad feet like a moon. Her scandalous high-low skirt showed off her bare legs just a little past the knees. Several men stared as she walked by.
A desaturated violet bow on her waist held her Electro Vision. She wore semi-transparent sleeves and held a bouquet of purple flowers. Although she still had those "cat ears," her long violet hair was done up in a loose braid that rested on her left shoulder.
Her lips, painted red, smiled at him and his heart stopped.
"Smile, young man," whispered Madame Ping with a wink. "You're getting hitched."
Ningguang and Ganyu stopped before him. They handed off the young Yuheng to him. Both gave them encouraging nods. Then, they went to their seats. The music ceased.
Madame Ping raised her voice, "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of the Yuheng Keqing and the Traveler Aether."
Madame Ping went through the ceremony. He half-listened, casting appreciative glances at his bride. Her wedding dress defied all Liyue conventions: rather than a bright red, it was white like a Mondstadt gown. Rather than a slit dress that covered her legs, she let everything show. That wedding dress wasn't Liyue, but it was absolutely Keqing. His Keqing.
Xiao and Paimon gave him and Keqing their wedding rings which then then exchanged. The silver ring he gave her had a single purple gemstone in the middle. She in turn, gave him a wedding ring that had an amber-colored gemstone.
"Aether," said Madame Ping, "do you take Keqing as your lawfully wedded wife? In sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do," he replied.
"Keqing? Do you take Aether as your lawfully wedded husband? In sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do," she replied.
"Then, in the presence of the Adepti who serve Rex Lapis, and before all of Liyue, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
Keqing kissed him first. Applause rang out from the Pavillion. Paimon sniffled while Xiao looked on with a smile.
To the sound of Xinyan's guitar and Yunjin's opera, he and his wife departed down the aisle. Their closest friends followed them to the platform that carried them up to the Jade Chamber. There, they had a celebratory feast with their closest friends.
He and Keqing cut the wedding cake together. Then, Xiao made his best man's speech.
"Keqing is a bright young lady, and Aether is a brave warrior. Together, there's nothing they won't accomplish."
A short but succinct speech. After which, he departed. Paimon, a little miffed at Xiao's brusqueness, made a much longer speech of her own. It was a nice speech about how being with Aether all the time, she got to see him at his highs and lows. It made her happy to know he'd have another person in his life so ready and willing to ease him through all his troubles. The feast went on for a while.
Several friends came up and wished him and Keqing the best. Aether felt a little bad about leaving other people of Liyue behind on the ground, but judging by the sound of things, they were having a grand party of their own down there.
In the lull between conversations, Keqing suddenly said, "I'm sorry that I couldn't get your sister here. I tried doing everything like we wanted, but she's…well, she's beyond my reach."
"It's okay," he said, kissing her cheek. "So long as I have you, I'm happy."
As their friends gave their farewells, the celebrations petered to a halt. Keqing snapped her fingers and the Jade Chamber and Liyue vanished. In their place, was a small, homely bedroom. A second snap and their clothes vanished. Keqing stood before him in all her naked glory.
He went hard in an instant. She smirked. They went over to the bed and sat facing each other. There, Keqing took his face in her hands. They kissed. Her soft lips pressed against his, massaging his bottom lip and then his top. They opened their mouths and tongue kissed. Her perfume, that aphrodisiac scent Golden Star, stirred a hunger in his belly.
Keqing let out an adorable little moan.
They parted for breath, both feeling hot and needy. Keqing stared, starry-eyed, at him. The sensation of being so wanted, so needed, excited him.
"I'm starting out on top," she declared. "I'll do you, but you will return the favor."
Chuckling, Aether lay on his back. She crawled down to his waist, eying up his erection. Keqing poured her hot breaths on the shaft. It tickled, in a weirdly erotic way. One finger traced little circles around the head. She gave special attention to the urethra where some precum oozed.
Propping her chin up with her other arm, Keqing contentedly pinched the tip between two fingers. Aether winced.
"Keqing," he moaned, "please, don't tease…"
"This is how I do things," she said. "Play along."
She cupped his testicles in her other hand. Her thumb and forefinger massaged the scrotum, while her lips planted light kisses along the shaft. She licked up his cock in long drawn-out movements meant to edge him on.
Watching her play with his manhood was so erotic. He wanted nothing more than to watch her devour him. But he knew the drill. If he complained, she would draw this out even longer.
Keqing spat into her hand. Using her saliva, she lubricated his cock from tip to base. Her lips kissed his testicles, planting cheeky little nibbles along the skin.
Keqing locked eyes with him. Enjoying yourself? Her bemused expression seemed to say. He answered with a moan. Satisfied, Keqing stopped rubbing his cock. Hand positioned at the base, she opened her mouth and took him in.
Her head bobbed up and down, taking him in deeper and deeper until his head hit her soft palette. She grabbed his thighs, pulling them apart for better access while her fingers prodded his rectum and massaged his prostate.
"Keqing!" he moaned, "That's—"
She slurped. Her wet, damp sounds got him even more excited. The sight of Keqing orally dominating him was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen.
"I'm going to—"
He came in her mouth. Keqing swallowed it all and kept going a few seconds longer to prolong the orgasm. As soon as she released him, Aether got up and guided her to her back. Through her ragged breaths, Keqing smirked.
"That eager, are you?"
Her legs spread revealing her soaked vulva and asshole. He needed no further invitation. His finger and forefinger entered her, causing her whole body to quiver. Moving his fingers in a beckoning motion, he stroked her inner walls. Keqing's toes curled and writhed. Her mouth hung openly, tongue lolling about. She massaged her breasts, squeezing and kneading them.
Aether seized her thighs and plunged his tongue inside. He sucked her clit, delighting in her salty-sweet taste. Keqing arched her back, overwhelmed by the stimulation.
"Aether! Wait! You're going too—Oh, Gods!"
She orgasmed, spraying her nectar across his face. He kept going and going, much to her dismay. In a minute, she spurted a second time while screaming his name. As she slumped onto her side, chest heaving, Aether admired his handiwork. Keqing's nipples were stiff with arousal. Those violet eyes demanded more, more, more! Her lips whispered his name.
He stroked her belly and hair, waiting for her to catch her breath.
"So, how will we do it first?" he asked.
"M-missionary," she replied.
"You want me to do all the work? How unlike you."
"Shut up," she said. "And put it in me."
"Well, who am I to refuse my wife?"
Aether positioned himself on top of her. He guided his cock to her clitoris. Her whole body shuddered every time the head touched her lips.
"Aether~," she whined.
He slipped right in. Keqing locked her ankles around his waist. Throwing her arms around his neck, she brought him closer. Their belly buttons touched. Aether bucked, driving his cock inside her. His initial thrusts were slow, exploring every inch of her damp folds like he had on their first time. Her nails dug into his shoulder blades.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I know. I love you too."
He picked up his pace. Every thrust caused her breasts to jiggle. Her moans became louder and more insistent. Their hands found each other. Their fingers locked, squeezing each other. They kissed tenderly, lips dancing with the rhythm of their lovemaking. He felt connected to her body and her soul. With every kiss, every moan, he surrendered more and more of himself to her. He wanted her now and forever.
"Aether," she panted between thrusts, "I'll always be here for you, no matter what Teyvat throws at you."
"I know," he said, "I'm counting on you."
His cock slammed into her opening with reckless abandon. She moaned his name, muffled only by his lips pressed onto hers. Legs tightened around his waist, drawing him in deeper. Their kisses became hot and frantic. His heart was close to bursting.
"Keqing, I'm going to—"
"Me too! Let's do it together!"
Together. Like they'd always do.
He came, moaning her name while she moaned his. They rode the high a while longer before coming back to kiss one another. Keqing's lips smiled against his. Her stiff nipples ground against his chest. Her soft, luxurious skin pressed against his. They held each other, hands exploring every inch of the other's body. Her hands groped his pectorals, abs, and buttocks, while he fondled her breasts, traced circles around her areolas and lovingly stroked her cheeks.
He rested his forehead against hers.
"Keqing. Thank you. I'm so glad I met you."
She held him tighter.
"Me too. One day, when I finally make my dreams a reality…"
He kissed her fingers.
"I'll be there by your side," he finished.
He lay on top of her, basking in the afterglow.
"I want to top now," she declared.
Obediently, he got onto his back. Keqing splayed her palms across his broad chest and pumped her hips up and down.
They went all night long. Between rounds, they switched positions, alternating who was on top. Aether enjoyed going down on her as much as he enjoyed watching her go down on him. Judging by her expression, the feeling was mutual. Hardly a surprise. There was no bigger turn-on than being adored by someone you truly respected.
