Breeding into Money

Ningguang needed no further instruction.

She turned on the deck, dropped onto a small folded towel one of the sailors had quickly kicked her way, and spread her knees wide. Hand reached forward to pull her slit open, presenting the flushed, dripping cunt that had already soaked through the thin golden string of the sling bikini. A clear puddle formed beneath her almost immediately, running across the warm wood in a shiny trail. She kept begging the entire time, voice low and eager and completely stripped of every political filter.

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“Please— ruin me. I’ve thought about this cock every night since you left Liyue. Use me however you want. Just don’t make me wait anymore.”

One of the crew women had already appeared at a respectful distance with a mop, expression resigned and faintly amused. Her own thighs were visibly slick; the open display and the thick scent of arousal on the deck had clearly affected more than just the Tianquan.

Aether gave Ningguang exactly what she asked for.

He dropped to his knees between her spread legs, shoved the golden string aside, and drove into her in one heavy thrust that made her back arch off the towel. The first few strokes were deep and punishing — full-length slaps of his hips against her ass that forced sharp, broken cries out of her with every impact. He fucked her in missionary right there on the open deck, hands locked around her wrists, watching her heavy breasts bounce free of the useless golden straps while she screamed his name loud enough for the upper rigging to hear.

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When her first climax left her shaking he pulled out, flipped her onto her hands and knees, and shoved her thighs even wider apart. The new angle let him sink impossibly deep. He gripped her hips and pounded into her from behind without restraint, the wet, filthy sound of their joining carrying across the water. Ningguang’s arms gave out; her cheek pressed to the towel as she kept pushing back onto him, still begging between gasps for him to fill her, to ruin her, to use the Tianquan like the needy slut she had freely admitted to being.

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White fire flickered along Aether’s arms and back. The pent-up days under Rosaria’s ban poured out of him in every thrust. Ningguang took it all with open, ecstatic gratitude, cunt clamping and fluttering around him every time he bottomed out, the golden sling bikini reduced to decorative scraps around her while the rest of the pride and half the crew watched the most powerful woman in Liyue get thoroughly, publicly broken on the Passion Claimer’s cock.

Ningguang’s voice was already wrecked, but she still managed to force the words out between heavy thrusts, a shaky, almost teasing edge clinging to them.

“I— made sure this time— doctors, tests, everything— last one didn’t take past the first week, so I fixed it— I’m fully fertile for you now— nothing can stop it—”

The confession hit Aether like fuel on open fire.

White flames flared brighter along his skin. He hauled her up off the towel, locked both of her legs up against her own shoulders so her knees pressed beside her ears, and drove back into her at an angle that forced every stroke straight against her cervix. Ningguang’s scream cracked into pure, wordless sound.

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He fucked her like that until she came hard enough to spray across his stomach, then kept going, filling her in thick, deliberate pulses while she was still locked open and trembling. The moment he softened even slightly he was hard again, the Name Bearer gift refusing to let the urgency fade. He took her through two more rounds in the same ruthless position before finally letting her legs drop.

When he stretched out on the deck she climbed on top without being told, sank down onto him, and rode through one long, shaking orgasm that left her eyes unfocused and her mouth hanging open. Her cunt kept clenching in helpless waves long after the peak, milking him while she swayed and dripped.

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That was when Aether finally registered the rest of the pride.

The ban’s sudden end and the public display had done their work. Bodies were already tangled across the nearby crates and railings. Lisa had two fingers buried in Dehya while Ganyu’s soft mouth worked between someone else’s thighs. Citlali was panting against Yelan’s shoulder. Soft, wet sounds and low encouragements filled the spaces the Tianquan’s screams had left. The entire group was flushed, restless, and clearly finished with waiting.

Xilonen stepped in close, cupped Aether’s face, and kissed him deep and thorough while Ningguang still sat impaled and twitching on his cock. When she pulled back her voice was calm, practical, and faintly amused.

“She’s gone. Properly fucked stupid. Any more exclusive focus is inefficient.”
A precise glance flicked toward the rest of the pride. “They’ve been patient long enough. Distribute the attention.”

Ningguang made a soft, incoherent sound of agreement and simply slumped forward against Aether’s chest, still full, still fertile, and completely beyond forming another complete sentence.