(meanwhile) while, Deep inside his cow

Aether had only meant to fetch water.

Instead he had Ganyu bent over a smooth rock at the edge of the spring, one hand steady on the small of her back while he slowly fucked her from behind. The half-qilin’s nude body trembled under him, soft curves pressing into the stone with every deep, unhurried thrust. She was fighting for her life around his cock in the quietest, most devoted way — biting her lip to keep from mooing too loudly, thighs shaking, walls fluttering as she tried to stay upright and still somehow take him deeper.

He barely needed to move. Just the steady roll of his hips and the occasional firm grip on her waist was enough to keep her right on the edge.

From this slight rise he could see the rest of the camp through the trees.

Dehya’s pitiful little attempt at challenging Rosaria played out like quiet comedy. The way the mercenary had puffed up, the way Rosaria’s only answer had been that small, devastating snicker, and the way Dehya had visibly deflated afterward — it should have been tense. Instead it only made him feel warm.

He watched Lisa lounging with her usual lazy grace, already accepted as part of the crew. He watched Yelan’s calm vigilance, Cloud Retainer’s elegant stillness, Shenhe’s silent presence, and Rosaria sitting at the center of it all like she had always belonged there. Even the suitcase that still held Faruzan was just another strange, accepted piece of the picture.

Aether’s hand stroked slowly along Ganyu’s bare side as he kept the same deep, tender rhythm inside her. She clenched hard around him, a soft, desperate sound escaping despite her best efforts.

He really had been lucky.

Across nations and chaos and far too many beds, he had somehow collected a group of women who could tear armies apart, rewrite Archons, and still somehow form something that felt like a strange, functional family.

Ganyu’s body suddenly locked up beneath him. She came with a muffled, trembling cry, pussy milking him in long, greedy waves. Aether followed a moment later, burying himself to the hilt and flooding her womb with a slow, heavy load while he kept watching the distant, humorous aftermath of Dehya’s first real lesson in the pride.

He stayed inside her for a while afterward, one hand resting protectively on her hip, feeling quietly, deeply fortunate.

The water could wait a little longer.

Right now he was exactly where he wanted to be — buried in his trusted cow, looking out at the ridiculous, dangerous, irreplaceable collection of women who had chosen to walk beside him.

He leaned over her bare back, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along her spine, her shoulders, the sensitive spot just behind her ear. One hand slid under her to cup and knead her heavy breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples in slow circles while his hips kept up a gentle, relentless rhythm. Every time she clenched and whimpered he angled a little differently, finding the exact places that made her thighs shake and her breath hitch.

He scratched every itch the devoted cow had.

Long, deep strokes that filled her completely.

Short, grinding presses that rubbed against her most sensitive spots without mercy.

Soft words murmured against her skin while he kissed the corner of her mouth whenever she turned her head enough.

Fingers that drifted down to rub her clit in time with his thrusts until she was sobbing with too much pleasure.

Ganyu came again, then again, each orgasm softer and deeper than the last, until her arms gave out completely and she was left pressed flat against the warm rock, only able to take what he gave her. Aether kept going, gentle but thorough, pouring every bit of the earlier tender nostalgia into her body until she finally went completely limp around him — unconscious, overflowing, and utterly satisfied.

Only then did he ease out, gather the water containers with one hand, and hook the other carefully around her horns.

When he walked back into camp he looked almost domestic: a full water jug in one hand, and his completely spent, nude, unconscious half-qilin secretary dragged along by the horns in the other, a thick trail of cum still slowly leaking down her thighs.

The group looked up.

“Welcome back,” Rosaria said dryly, already standing to take the water from him. “I see the ‘quick trip for water’ went exactly as expected.”

Aether set Ganyu down carefully on a soft bedroll. She didn’t even twitch — just lay there with a peaceful, fucked-out expression, still dripping.