Don’t bring the roof down.

He understood how far gone she was the second he took her from behind.

Ganyu did not need warming up. She braced on her elbows, ass up, and the moment he pushed into her the sound that left her throat was not a moan so much as a low, raw moo that belonged in a barn, not a beach bungalow. It punched out of her on the first stroke and again on the second, the ancient girl collapsing forward into the sheets like her spine had been waiting three days for permission to stop being human.

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Aether’s hands found her hips and the memory came with them — Liyue, the west wing, plaster raining down while she came so hard the walls gave up. A flicker of worry cut through the heat. Three days without him. The same body. The same honest, unfiltered need. If she slipped the way she had that afternoon, the bungalow would not survive it any better than Ningguang’s mansion had.

“Easy,”
he muttered, even as he drove into her again.
“Stay with me. Don’t bring the roof down.”

She tried. She really did. The effort lasted about a minute.

Then he angled up and she was a hole of need, nothing else — squeezing, pulling, dripping down his thighs, that broken animal noise punching out of her every time he bottomed out. He hooked one of her legs up and fucked her like that, half-standing, her other knee barely on the mattress, and she took it with her face turned sideways on the pillow, mouth open, eyes unfocused.

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When that was not enough he pulled her back into his lap and let her ride, hands on her horns, guiding the bounce so she could not slam herself onto him hard enough to crack the floorboards.

Ganyu still mooed. Softer, then louder, then soft again when he kissed the damp hair at her temple and told her she was good. The dependency sat right there in the way she clung. She had documents and efficiency and three hundred years of self-control and none of it mattered once he was inside her. The cow had a mate. The mate had been busy. Now he was not, and her body was collecting on the debt with interest.

Lisa watched the whole thing from the pillows, two fingers working between her own legs in lazy, precise circles, keeping the wet heat Aether had left on her tongue from fading. She looked at Ganyu the way a cat looked at something already caught — not jealous, not hurried, just waiting for the moment the prey was tender enough to take.

Barbara had covered her face with both hands and was watching through her fingers.

Ganyu came on him with a sound that rattled the window slats. Aether felt the warning in it — that old, unrestrained surge — and held her through it by the horns, grinding deep instead of giving her the violence that would have turned the room into lumber. She shook, squirted, sagged, and still tried to keep moving, still tried to stay full, as if getting off him for even a second would send her back to three days of empty waiting.

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Lisa decided that was enough.

She rose, crossed the bed, and took Ganyu’s face in both hands. The kiss she planted on the secretary’s open, moaning mouth was slow and claiming, swallowing the next moo until it died against her tongue. Ganyu blinked, dazed, still seated on Aether’s cock.

“That’s quite enough out of you, dear,”
Lisa murmured, almost fond.
“You’ve had your stall. Come here.”

She dragged the cow off him with surprising strength for a woman who spent most of her life in a library. Ganyu slipped free with a wet sound and a helpless little cry, reaching back for what she had just lost, and Lisa only kissed her again as she pulled her sideways onto the sheets.

Then the witch swung a leg over Aether’s hips, lined him up with herself, and sank down in one unhurried motion, taking the cock that was still shining with Ganyu’s need.

“My turn,”
she said, glasses slipping, dominant streak finally landing where it wanted.
“The cattle can watch. She’ll live.”

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Ganyu lay where she had been put, panting, empty, staring at the place Lisa was now filling, and Aether gripped the witch’s waist and let her have the ride she had been fingering herself toward the entire time the cow had been falling apart on him.