The sadist and the cow

The nuns were taken care of.

Barbara lay where he had left her, still blinking through the afterglow of a load that was going to do exactly what Rosaria had promised. His fiancée had taken her own ride to the edge of satisfaction and then some, rings flashing each time she had come down on him, and now she was a warm, loose weight at the head of the bed — not asleep, not done claiming him for the morning, just sated enough to let the next two have a turn without starting a fight about it.

Aether saw the rest of it in Lisa’s eyes before she said a word.

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Ganyu and Lisa had not crossed the island to show him a trick. There was no lesson, no rite, no ranking performance left to unveil. Ganyu had been waiting the way she always waited now: nude, patient, cattle-quiet, the soft animal part of her ticking over until her mate’s hands were free again. She had cleaned the bungalow because idle hands made the hunger worse. Every time she bent for a cup or a stained sheet her body had reminded her what it was for, and she had swallowed it down like a good secretary until the nuns were finished.

Lisa was hungrier in a different way. Teasing other women only ever took her so far. She could spend a morning with a book and a lazy smirk and still end up hollow behind the eyes, the dominant streak pacing the inside of her skull with nowhere useful to land. Aether recognized that look from Mondstadt — the moment the witch stopped performing amusement and started needing a mouth on her.

She did not ask.

She sat back against the pillows, drew her knees apart, and guided his head down with two fingers hooked under his jaw. No spell. No quip first. Just the quiet, precise authority of a woman who had decided where he belonged for the next stretch of time.

“Leisure,”
she murmured.
“No running now. I have been watching you work all morning. Now you watch me.”

He went.

Lisa’s cunt was already slick from the show, from the nuns, from the long wait of being the one who usually orchestrated and almost never got to simply take. Aether licked her open in unhurried passes, flat tongue first, then the point of it dragging up to her clit and staying there when her hips told him to stay. She kept her hand in his hair and used it like a leash — not yanking, just steering. When he got greedy she pulled him back to a slower rhythm. When he found the spot that made her thighs twitch she held him there and let the dominant need play all the way out, breath going thin, glasses slipping, the lazy scholar’s mask cracking into something rawer.

“That’s it,”
she said, and it was not praise so much as a command that happened to feel good.
“You don’t get to rush the woman who waited. You eat until I say you can stop.”

Ganyu did not wait for an invitation either.

She wedged herself between his legs from behind while he was still face-down in Lisa, horns brushing the back of his thigh, and took his cock in both hands like it had been hers the entire time she had been folding towels. No ceremony. She stroked him once, twice, then leaned in and swallowed him down until her nose pressed to the base, a low sound vibrating in her throat that was half moan and half the simple relief of a cow finally allowed back on the bull.

Aether groaned into Lisa. The witch’s fingers tightened in his hair.

Ganyu sucked him with the same obedient focus she brought to documents and ruined mansion wings — no flash, no performance, just a wet, devoted seal around his shaft and the occasional desperate little swallow when he twitched on her tongue. Her tits hung against his thighs. The bell she no longer needed still existed in the way she moved, in the way she presented herself even on her knees, in the way she kept his cock occupied because leaving it idle would have felt like failing a duty.

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Lisa came the first time on his mouth without announcing it. Her thighs closed on his ears, a sharp, bitten-off sound escaping her, and then she dragged him right back in and made him keep going through the aftershocks.

“Again,”
she said, voice frayed. “I told you. Leisure.”

He gave her leisure. He licked her through the second peak while Ganyu worked him from behind, saliva running, the half-adeptus taking him into her throat and holding him there until her eyes watered, then pulling off only long enough to breathe and kiss the wet length of him like an apology for the pause. Lisa’s dominant streak loved that she could see it over Aether’s shoulder — the secretary on her knees, the mate’s cock shining, the whole arrangement happening because Lisa had pointed at her own cunt and decided that was the altar for now.

“You’re dripping on the sheets, dear,”
Lisa managed, looking past him at Ganyu.
“How long were you walking around like that, waiting?”

Ganyu pulled off just enough to answer, honest to the bone.

“Since we arrived. I can wait. I just—”
She took him again instead of finishing the sentence, and the rest of it was a muffled, needy sound around his cock.

Aether’s world narrowed to salt and heat and the two different hungers stacked on him. Lisa used his mouth the way she used a library: thoroughly, selfishly, with the patience of someone who knew the collection would still be there when she was done. Ganyu used his cock the way cattle used a stall — because it was time, because he was there, because her body had been empty long enough. Rosaria watched from the pillows with a faint, possessive smirk and did not interfere. Barbara was still trying to remember how to focus her eyes.

When Lisa finally let his head up, her cheeks were flushed and her smirk had gone soft at the edges.

“Good,”
she said.
“Now you may ruin the cow. She’s been very patient. And I am not finished watching.”

Ganyu made a small, grateful noise against his shaft, already shifting as if she knew exactly how she wanted to be mounted, and Aether wiped his mouth on the inside of Lisa’s thigh and reached back for the horns of the woman who had waited like livestock for her mate to be free.