the night Split by passion

The girls were openly, vocally glad to be free of the desert.

Sand was only fun for a short while. After that it was just coarse, irritating grit that worked its way into every fold, every crease, every place a woman did not want grit. The moment they found a clean, shallow river near camp they stripped without discussion and waded in.

Aether stayed by the fire, stirring a simple pot of soup, and watched the entire pride wash themselves in no particular hurry.

They knew exactly what they were doing.

Rosaria stood waist-deep and ran both hands slowly over her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they stood tight, eyes half-lidded as she glanced toward him. Dehya turned her back, bent forward to rinse her hair, and stayed bent just long enough for the water to run down the cleft of her ass and between her thighs. Ganyu simply stood there nude as always, letting the current lap at her soft pussy while she cupped water over her heavy tits. Yelan’s movements were quieter, more precise — a slow slide of soapy hands along her own inner thighs that lingered. Shenhe washed with the same blank efficiency she did everything, yet still managed to arch just enough. Cloud Retainer’s elegant hands moved like she was performing a ritual, lingering on every curve. Lisa was the worst of them; she floated on her back for a while, legs loosely parted, letting the water kiss her open sex while she watched Aether over the surface with a lazy, knowing smile.

They loved giving him the show.

They also had no intention of winding him up past the point of usefulness tonight. They needed him functional, not feral.

So when the teasing grew especially heated — when Rosaria’s fingers slipped between her own legs for a moment too long and Dehya’s low laugh carried across the water — Lisa simply lifted one wet hand and crooked a single finger at him.

Come here.

Aether set the ladle down like a man who had just been told the candy store was open and every jar was free.

He was in the water in seconds, clothes abandoned on the bank, cock already heavy and rising as the women closed around him in a warm, slippery circle of wet skin and soft laughter. Hands found him immediately. Mouths followed. Someone’s soapy fingers wrapped his shaft; someone else’s breasts pressed against his back; a thigh hooked over his hip. He kissed whoever was closest, grabbed whatever ass or tit was in reach, and let himself be pulled under the surface of their attention like a kid who had been very, very good and was finally allowed to touch everything at once.

Aether started with Rosaria because she was closest and already reaching for him.

He lifted her against the smooth river stone, hooked her legs around his waist, and sank into her in one smooth thrust. Water splashed around their hips as he fucked her with deep, rolling strokes, mouth open against her neck. She came first — sharp and sudden, nails digging into his shoulders — and he kept going until her thighs trembled and she had to push at his chest to make him ease up.

He set her down and turned. Lisa was already there, floating on her back with an inviting smile. He pulled her to the shallows, spread her legs over his shoulders, and ate her out until her back arched clear of the water and she spilled across his tongue with a long, lazy moan. Only then did he climb up her body and bury himself inside, rocking into her with slow, heavy rolls that made her laugh breathlessly between gasps.

Dehya claimed the next turn by simply wrapping her strong arms around him from behind and guiding his cock between her thighs. He bent her forward until her hands found the opposite bank, then fucked her hard enough that the wet slap of skin echoed across the water. She took it with open, hungry sounds, pushing back to meet every thrust until he flooded her and she clenched around him with a low, satisfied growl.

Ganyu received him next on her hands and knees in the shallows, soft and already dripping. He covered her completely, one hand steady on her hip, the other cupping a heavy breast, and bred her with the steady, claiming rhythm she always melted under. She came quietly, almost gratefully, and stayed in place afterward so he could keep using her a little longer.

Yelan and Shenhe shared the moments that followed — Yelan riding him while he sat on a submerged rock, controlling the pace with precise rolls of her hips; Shenhe taking him against the bank with that same blank, overwhelming intensity that still made the air feel colder. Cloud Retainer finished the circuit with elegant, deliberate control, riding him until her composure finally cracked and she came with a soft, surprised cry.

While Aether moved from one willing body to the next, a bright flare suddenly bloomed on the far horizon.

It rose between the broken teeth of distant mountains, vivid and sustained, lighting the undersides of the clouds the way a large city does when it glows against the night sky. The light washed over their stretch of river in a soft orange wash while the women were still wrapped around him, still wet and open and taking everything he gave them. The flare held for a long time, only beginning to fade once the pride finally left the water, dried off, and settled around the fire to rest.

Dehya watched the dying light with narrowed eyes.

“That’s the direction of the main city,” she said. “Didn’t know anything special was happening tonight. Festival, maybe. Or a signal.”

No one had an answer.

In the deeper shadows at the edge of their camp, an unknown figure with red eyes crouched low. Careful hands found the trap Yelan had set earlier, disarmed it without a sound, and reset it exactly as it had been — undisturbed, waiting. The figure stayed there afterward, motionless, watching the group around the fire with quiet, unbroken attention.