Rosaria

She was leaning against the stone archway, but the usual cool, lazy demeanor was gone. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glowing with clear heat. She was breathing a little heavier than normal, thighs pressed together under her habit. The moment she saw him, her tail — wait, no, she didn’t have one, but the way her body shifted screamed in heat.

“There you are,” she muttered, pushing off the wall and walking straight up to him. She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into a sudden, hungry kiss — the second kiss of her life, and far less shy than the first.

When she pulled back, her red eyes were half-lidded, voice low and rough.

“…I’ve been wet for two days straight thinking about you. That stupid kiss you gave me ruined me more than all the fucking.” She pressed her body against his, grinding her hips shamelessly. “I tried to ignore it. Failed. I’m in heat, Traveler. And it’s your fault.”

Rosaria bit her lip, looking almost… vulnerable for a moment.

“I don’t do this. I don’t chase people. But I can’t stop thinking about you knocking me up in the Cathedral. About how you made me cum harder than anyone ever has.”

She reached down and boldly palmed his cock through his pants, squeezing possessively.

“So here’s the deal,” she growled, though her voice trembled with need. “Either you take me with you to Liyue… or you fuck me right here against the gate until I can walk again. Your choice.”

Rosaria looked up at him, flushed, horny, and more than a little in love, waiting for his answer with that wild, demonic hunger burning in her eyes.

The final “boss” of Mondstadt clearly wasn’t ready to let him leave without claiming one last piece of him.

Aether smirked, grabbing her by the collar of her habit and pulling her close.

“Deal. If you can still walk when I’m done with you, you can come with me to Liyue as my first companion.”

Rosaria’s eyes flashed with feral excitement. “You’re on.”

They didn’t even make it out of sight of the gate.

Aether pushed her up against the stone wall just inside the entrance and fucked her raw right there in the open. Rosaria moaned like a wild animal, legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded her against the ancient bricks, pumping load after load into her greedy womb.

She gave everything she had.

The lazy, half-hearted nun who never tried for anything suddenly fought with everything she had to stay standing. She rode him like a woman possessed, clawed his back, bit his neck, and kept demanding more even as her legs shook violently.

But Aether was relentless.

He took her again and again — on the grass, bent over a barrel, on all fours like a bitch, pressed face-down in the dirt. He fucked her through the night under the stars, never giving her more than a few minutes to catch her breath.

By the time the sky started turning pink with dawn, Rosaria was completely destroyed.

She lay on her back in the grass just outside the gate, legs spread obscenely, belly heavily swollen with cum. Her habit was torn open, tits covered in bite marks, pussy a gaping, overflowing wreck. She tried to stand up… and immediately collapsed back down with a broken sob.

Her red eyes filled with tears.

“I… I can’t…” she whispered, voice hoarse and trembling. “I can’t walk… I lost…”

The proud, lazy, untouchable Rosaria started crying quietly — not from pain, but from raw emotion. She covered her face with her arm, ashamed.

“I finally found someone who could actually beat me… and I let the chance slip away because I couldn’t handle your cock… I’m such an idiot…”

Fat tears rolled down her cheeks as she lay there, thoroughly bred and defeated.

Aether knelt beside her, gently brushing her messy silver hair out of her face. He leaned down and kissed her softly — the same kind of kiss that had started all of this.

Rosaria sniffled, looking up at him with wet, vulnerable eyes.

Then he smiled.

“You’re coming with me anyway.”

She blinked. “But… the deal… I couldn’t walk…”

“Fuck the deal,” Aether said casually, scooping her up into his arms like she weighed nothing. “I like you, Rosaria. Lazy, feral, dramatic diva and all. You’re mine now.”

Rosaria stared at him for a long moment… then buried her face in his chest, fresh tears soaking into his shirt. This time they were different — overwhelmed, happy, relieved.

“…Idiot,” she mumbled against him, voice thick. “Fine. I’ll be your companion. But only because you beat me fairly…”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as he carried her toward the path leading out of Mondstadt.

The lazy nun who never cared about anything had finally found something — someone — worth putting in effort for. Even if that effort was just staying by his side and getting fucked senseless every night.

“Next time…” she whispered sleepily against his neck as he started walking, “I’m tying you down first…”