The mage’s fate

About 20 minutes passed and this poor fatui body of mine was dripping out of every gaped hole it had. Lumine had just finished redressing herself as I struggled to think straight. The cloak that this mage had once worn was torn up and thrown to the side and her cutely done short hair was now a mess of loose strands.

“L-lumine,” I croaked faintly, “can I thwitch back now?” The traveler smiled at my mess of a body and gave me an innocent thumbs up as I promptly vomited my fluid mass out of this body’s mouth before changing back to my original form. Transforming back to my own body was an unbelievable refreshment as the pain and pleasure that I just experienced in the other body promptly vanished. I looked down at the mage’s body, which I had just been controlling, which was **** on the grass.

“Traveler, are we gonna do something about her?”

“Oh thanks for reminding me,” she said happily as she strolled over to the body and collected the mist grass from the pockets of her torn clothing, “now that we’ve tested out your ability, let’s head back to Mondstadt.

The wild glint that still resided in Lumine’s eyes gave me an uncomfortable feeling about “heading back to Mondstadt.”