his companion has needs

Later that evening, they finally made it to the enormous bed.

This time it was a proper rematch. No holding back.

Rosaria pounced on him like the wild animal she was, riding him hard and aggressive at first — slamming her hips down, claws raking down his chest, growling filthy encouragement between moans.

“Come on, Traveler— fuck me like you mean it—! Show me you can still break me—!”

But somewhere halfway through, the energy shifted.

The rough, feral fucking slowly melted into something much softer. Rosaria’s aggressive bouncing turned into slow, deep grinding. Her claws became gentle caresses. Her growls turned into soft, breathy whimpers against his neck.

Neither of them planned it. It just… happened.

Aether’s hands roamed her body tenderly, gripping her hips not to control her, but to pull her closer. Rosaria cupped his face, kissing him deeply, lazily, like she couldn’t get enough of his mouth. Their bodies moved together in a slow, intimate rhythm — warm, wet, and surprisingly loving.

“Fuck… what are you doing to me?” she whispered against his lips, voice trembling with something vulnerable. Her walls fluttered gently around him, not from the usual violent orgasms, but from a deep, rolling pleasure that made her eyes misty.

She didn’t ride him like a beast this time. She made love to him — slow, affectionate rolls of her hips, kissing him constantly, pressing her forehead to his as they breathed together.

Aether filled her with a heavy, warm creampie and Rosaria shuddered beautifully on top of him, clinging tightly as she came with a soft, broken moan.

They stayed like that for a long time afterward — connected, sweaty, breathing each other in. Rosaria nuzzled into his neck, hiding her face there like she was embarrassed by how gentle it had become.

“…Don’t get used to this,” she muttered, even as she squeezed around him affectionately, clearly not wanting to move. “I’m still a lazy, violent nun… not some sappy romantic.”

But she made no attempt to pull away. If anything, she pressed even closer, legs tangled with his on the massive bed Ningguang had so generously provided.

Outside the room, the nude maids waited patiently for any command, but inside, the atmosphere was warm, intimate, and unexpectedly sweet.

Rosaria kissed his jaw softly, almost shyly.

“…Stay inside me a little longer,” she whispered.

Rosaria lay curled against Aether’s chest on the massive bed, one leg thrown over his waist, his cock still half-hard and nestled warmly inside her.

She stared at the ornate ceiling, listening to his steady breathing, and tried to make sense of the mess in her head.

...What the fuck happened to me?

She had always been the detached one. The nun who showed up to work when she felt like it, who fucked whoever she wanted and left without a second thought. No attachments. No effort. No feelings.

Then this idiot Traveler showed up.

One stupid, soft kiss after the most intense sex of her life and suddenly she was acting like a damn schoolgirl. She had cried when she couldn’t walk. Cried. In front of him. And instead of laughing at her, he still took her with him.

Rosaria buried her face deeper into his neck, inhaling his scent.

She hated how safe she felt. How right it felt to be here, leaking his cum, marked all over by his hands and teeth.

He beat me. Fair and square. No one’s ever done that before.

That fact should have pissed her off. Instead it made her stomach flutter in a way she refused to call butterflies.

And now this whole situation with Ningguang? The ridiculously extravagant mansion, the army of naked maids waiting to be bred, the open offer of the most powerful woman in Liyue throwing herself at him whenever he wanted…

Rosaria smirked against his skin.

She’s just like me. Down bad. Completely fucked in the head over him.

The difference was that Ningguang was elegant about it. Rosaria? She was self-aware enough to know she was a mess. A lazy, violent, foul-mouthed mess who had somehow become weirdly… loyal.

She gently squeezed around his cock still inside her, feeling that warm fullness.

This is dangerous.

Because for the first time in her life, she didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want to go back to her half-assed duties at the Cathedral. She wanted to follow this man across Teyvat, get fucked stupid every night, and maybe even put in actual effort for once.

Rosaria closed her eyes, a small, rare, genuinely soft smile tugging at her lips.

...Guess I’m his now.

She pressed a lazy kiss to his collarbone, voice barely a whisper in the dark.

“Don’t you dare get tired of me, Traveler… I might actually try for you.”

She didn’t say it out loud where he could hear.

But she meant every word.

Aether’s arm tightened gently around her waist.

He had heard every word.

He pressed a slow, tender kiss to the top of her head, then brushed his lips against her ear and whispered back, voice low and warm:

“I won’t get tired of you, Rosaria. Not ever. You’re stuck with me now… my fierce, lazy, beautiful nun who pretends she doesn’t care but kisses me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters.”

He stroked her back slowly, fingers tracing her spine with pure affection.

“I like this side of you. The one that gets shy after we make love instead of just fucking. The one that cried because she wanted to come with me so badly. You don’t have to hide it. Not from me. I want all of you — the wild animal, the lazy sister who skips work, and this soft girl who’s currently hiding in my neck because she’s embarrassed.”

He kissed her temple again, then her cheek, then the corner of her mouth.

“You’re mine now, Rosaria. And I’m yours. We’ll travel together, cause trouble together, and I’ll fuck you stupid every single night if that’s what you want. But I’ll also hold you like this… whenever you need it. Even when you pretend you don’t.”

He finished with the cheesiest line of all, said with complete sincerity:

“You’re my favorite person in this entire world already. And we’ve only just started.”

Rosaria froze completely.

Normally she would have smacked him so hard he’d see stars. She would’ve called him an idiot, a sap, a disgusting romantic, and probably bitten him out of pure embarrassment.

But right now?

After the slow, gentle lovemaking… after she had already been feeling raw and vulnerable… those words hit her with no defenses left.

Her face burned crimson. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest. She felt her eyes sting again.

“...You absolute fucking idiot,” she whispered shakily.

But there was no bite in it.

Instead, she clung to him tighter than ever, burying her face completely into his neck so he wouldn’t see the tears slipping out. Her body trembled slightly as she tried — and failed — to hold back the overwhelming wave of emotion.

She didn’t speak for a long moment. When she finally did, her voice was small, muffled against his skin, and dangerously close to cracking:

“…Don’t say shit like that when I’m not ready for it.”

Her legs wrapped around him even more possessively, and she squeezed around his cock still buried inside her like she never wanted to let go.

Rosaria stayed hidden in his neck for a long time, breathing him in, quietly falling a little harder whether she liked it or not.

“…Idiot,” she whispered one last time, so softly it was almost loving.

The lazy, feral nun was completely defenseless, and for the first time in her life… she didn’t mind it at all.

The two of them stayed tangled together on the enormous bed, the new mansion quiet around them except for their heartbeats.