a cock too powerfull for mortals

The new sailor girls Beidou had staffed the Alcor with were a thoughtful gesture.

Every one of them was young, pretty, and dressed in the same deliberately inadequate parody of a uniform that left breasts and hips on constant display. They moved around the deck with the easy confidence of women who had already accepted that part of their job description involved warming the traveler’s cock. A few of them had been watching the public destruction of the Tianquan with open, eager interest, thighs pressed together, clearly hoping the Passion Claimer’s attention might spill over once Ningguang was finished.

It never really did.

Aether’s threshold had moved too far.

What once would have been a pleasant diversion now registered as almost trivial. The first girl who approached with a shy smile and an offer to “help with anything he needed” lasted less than three minutes. He bent her over a coil of rope, pushed the tiny skirt aside, and fucked her in short, precise strokes that found every sensitive spot she possessed on pure instinct. She came hard enough to cry, legs shaking, then came again when he simply kept the same angle and pace. By the time he pulled out she was a dripping, glassy-eyed mess who had to be helped to a bench by two of her crewmates.

The next one tried to take him in her mouth while he was still half-occupied with the pride. He let her. Two fingers under her chin, a gentle but unyielding rhythm, and she was choking on her own orgasm before she had even managed to take half his length. A third girl, bolder than the others, pressed her bare cunt against his thigh and ground down with clear intent. Aether turned his head, kissed her once, and slid two fingers into her with a casual curl that made her eyes roll back. She soaked his hand and the deck in a sudden, helpless gush, then collapsed against him with a broken little whimper, completely spent.

None of them required real effort.

A look, a well-placed touch, the lightest application of the same techniques he now used without thinking on women like Rosaria or Xilonen, and the ordinary sailor girls simply folded. Some lasted the full three minutes. Most did not. A few he reduced to trembling, cum-smeared wrecks with little more than a slow stroke of his thumb across a nipple or a single, precise thrust that never even required him to undress them fully. Their enthusiasm was genuine and their bodies were willing, but the gap in experience and capacity had grown too wide. They were a pleasant, disposable warmth at best — a polite nod to Beidou’s hospitality rather than anything that could hold his focus.

Two did not.

Hu Tao had boarded with Ningguang and somehow avoided immediate notice in the general chaos of reunion and public fucking. Aether only realized who the energetic, dark-haired woman beneath him actually was after he had already folded her legs to her chest and fucked her through three overlapping orgasms on a pile of spare canvas. Her eyes had crossed, her tongue was out, and the usual mischievous spark had been temporarily replaced by pure, dazed overload. Only when she managed a weak, breathless “Heh… the Traveler’s even better at sending people to the afterlife than I am…” did recognition finally click. By then she was too far gone to do anything but twitch and laugh weakly every time another aftershock rolled through her.

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Yanfei was different.

He did not know her name at first, only the distinct, familiar toughness that reminded him strongly of Ganyu — half-adeptus resilience wrapped in a body that still answered like a mortal’s. She had the same underlying density, the same quiet durability that let her take more than a purely human frame should. Aether discovered it the moment he bent her over the railing and drove into her without restraint. Where the sailor girls had folded in under three minutes, Yanfei’s cunt gripped him with actual endurance. She gasped, swore, and still pushed back for more.

Xilonen watched from a short distance, arms folded, a small, professional smile of approval visible each time Aether adjusted angle or pace and drew another helpless sound from the half-adeptus lawyer. The teacher said nothing; the silent pride was clear enough.

He fucked Yanfei mercilessly — deep, grinding strokes that forced her onto her toes, one hand in her antlered hair, the other locked around her hip to keep her exactly where he wanted her — and at the same time opened a perfectly casual conversation, as if they were sharing tea instead of an open-air breeding session in front of half the crew.

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“You’re from Liyue, right? I don’t think we properly met when I was there. Name?”

Yanfei’s answer came out broken by the impact of his hips.
“Y-Yanfei— legal consultant— ah, fuck— half-adeptus—”

“Explains the toughness. Feels a lot like Ganyu when I really lean into it.”
He shifted his angle, found a spot that made her vision white out for a second, and kept talking through it.
“What kind of law do you handle? Contracts? Criminal?”

“Mostly— commercial and civil— oh Archons— slower, no, don’t you dare slow down—”

Her experience was clearly plentiful; she knew how to move, how to clench, how to angle her hips for her own pleasure. It was also just as clearly tame by the standards of a fully awakened Passion Claimer who had already rewritten Archons and Name Bearers. Every technique she tried to use on him was acknowledged, answered, and then thoroughly surpassed. Aether took her through positions without ever losing the thread of conversation — bent over the rail, then turned and lifted so her back was against the wood and her legs wrapped around him, then down on the deck with one knee hooked high over his elbow — all while asking about her caseload, whether Ningguang was a difficult client, and how half-adepti handled the longer lifespan when most of their colleagues aged and died on schedule.

Yanfei answered every question between moans and increasingly incoherent swearing. By the time he finally filled her in long, heavy pulses she was flushed crimson from antlers to chest, eyes glassy, and laughing weakly at the sheer absurdity of receiving the most thorough fuck of her life while discussing jurisdictional precedent.

Xilonen’s quiet, satisfied nod from the sidelines said that her student was progressing exactly as the Perfected Slit preferred.