Mualani

Sex with Mualani was wildly different.

She talked through almost all of it — bright, breathless, completely unashamed commentary mixed with clear instructions and open praise. “Harder right there— yes, like that— keep going, don’t you dare slow down—” Her body matched the words. She was flexible, strong, and astonishingly good at taking everything he gave while still moving with him instead of just receiving. The combination was refreshing. Aether found himself grinning more than once. Even a few of the watching women looked openly impressed; Lisa’s eyes had gone thoughtful, and Dehya muttered something that sounded almost envious under her breath.

It became obvious very quickly that Mualani came from a culture where sex was not merely free the way it was in Mondstadt, or casually accepted the way it was in Liyue. In Natlan it was celebrated. She used her body on him like an enthusiastic demonstration — showing angles, rhythms, the way she could clench and roll and take him deeper while still smiling up at him like this was the best possible way to greet a stranger. Every moan, every request, every time she pulled him closer felt like a living introduction to the nation they had just entered.

Aether used her intensely.

He bent her over a smooth log, folded her in half on the bedroll, let her ride until her thighs shook, then took her again from behind while she kept up a running stream of delighted encouragement. She came hard and often, each climax louder and happier than the last, until finally her arms gave out and she slumped forward, still impaled, panting and thoroughly used.

The rest of the pride had waited politely. First time with his cock earned a certain courtesy. Now that she looked finished, several of them shifted closer, ready to claim their own share.

That was when the faint blue flames appeared.

They rose from Mualani’s skin without heat or smoke, soft and luminous, wrapping her body in a brief, gentle corona. The exhausted tremor left her limbs. Her breathing evened. When she lifted her head again her eyes were bright and her smile had returned in full force, as if the last hour of hard use had never happened.

She gave a little experimental roll of her hips, felt him still hard inside her, and laughed in pure delight.

“Oh good — it worked. The Flame of Passion likes you. A lot.”

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She looked over her shoulder at the waiting women, still fully seated on Aether’s cock, stamina completely restored, and added cheerfully:

“I can go again. Anyone else want a turn first, or should I keep him warm a little longer?”

Aether switched between them for hours.

Whenever one of his own women started to go soft and oversensitive he would pull out, let Mualani climb back on, and keep going. The blue-haired girl was dangerous in the most exhausting way possible. Every time they thought she was finally finished — collapsed on her side, thighs shaking, a thick puddle of her own slick under her and a full, contorted ahegao locked on her face — the faint blue flames would rise again. Stamina returned. Focus returned. She would blink, smile, and reach for him like the last orgasm had never happened.

It kept happening.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Slowly even Aether’s post-Inazuma endurance began to feel the strain. His own harem had long since tapped out. Rosaria was dead asleep with one arm thrown over her eyes. Lisa had curled up against Ganyu and both were breathing evenly. Dehya snored softly. Shenhe and Cloud Retainer rested in their usual quiet way. Only Yelan remained technically awake, eyes half-lidded in the dark, still keeping a loose watch while pretending she wasn’t listening to every wet sound.

With the rest of the party sleeping, Mualani went almost completely silent. No more bright commentary. No more cheerful moans. She kept every reaction locked behind tight control — only her face stayed expressive: brows knitting, mouth falling open, eyes rolling whenever he hit the right spot. The rest of her body moved with focused, soundless hunger.

Aether had no idea what to do with her.

He was used to fucking a woman until her body simply gave out — until she was limp, overstimulated, and genuinely incapable of continuing. That endpoint never arrived. Mualani recovered every single time. The concept of “until she drops” simply did not apply.

The sky began to lighten with the first thin edge of dawn before she finally spoke again, voice soft and almost shy against his ear while she still rode him in slow, deep rolls.

“We can stop whenever, you know.”

Aether blinked, still buried inside her, still moving on pure stubborn momentum.

Mualani smiled, a little coy, a little amused.

“Fucking someone into a coma isn’t really an option with a Name Bearer. The Flame doesn’t let us break that way. Sex ends when both people are satisfied… and I thought you just wanted more. You’ve been going for so long I assumed you weren’t done yet.”

She gave one more slow, deliberate clench around him and waited, completely willing to keep going or to stop the moment he said the word.For the first time since he had arrived in Teyvat, Aether was faced with a woman who could match him indefinitely.