a bimbo, reunited with her master

Aether woke to the wet, urgent suction of a mouth that clearly had no intention of waiting for permission.

The Inazuman women were gone. In their place the Mondstadt contingent had claimed the lounge. Eula was already on her knees between his legs, both hands wrapped around the base of his cock while she vacuumed the length of it with the single-minded devotion of a knight who had finally been allowed to serve her master again. The same cock that had once broken her pride and rewritten her into something softer and far more eager now received every bit of that rewritten loyalty in the form of deep, earnest sucks and wet, sliding tongue.

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Jean stood a short distance away, looking equal parts resigned and apologetic.

“I told her to wait until you were actually awake,”
the Acting Grand Master said, one hand rubbing her forehead.
“She didn’t listen. I’m sorry for the… enthusiasm.”

Amber, Mona, and Jean herself hovered a little farther back, clearly uncertain whether simply pouncing on him the moment the previous block ended was acceptable, even though all four of them had crossed an ocean for exactly this. The hesitation sat oddly on women who had already dressed (or barely dressed) for the occasion and whose eyes kept drifting back to the sight of Eula happily choking herself on his cock.

Aether didn’t bother with a verbal answer.

He reached out, caught Jean by the waist, and spun her lightly so her back faced him. Both hands settled on the full, heavy curves of her ass and began kneading through the thin material of her swimsuit, thumbs digging in and spreading her open just enough to make the point clear. Jean’s breath hitched; the polite apology dissolved into a softer sound.

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“I need a bath first,”
he said, still working her dumptruck with open appreciation.
“Whoever wants to join is welcome.”
He left the invitation open and deliberately vague, already rising from the cushions while Eula reluctantly released his cock with a wet pop and a disappointed little noise.

The private bath attached to the bungalow was closer to a small onsen than anything as ordinary as a shower or tub — open stone, steaming clear water, and enough space for several people to sink in comfortably. Aether stepped into the heat, worked soap through his hair, and let the water wash away the layered evidence of the previous ten-hour block.

Only two of the Mondstadt girls appeared a few minutes later, each wrapped in a single towel.

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Eula and Amber hesitated at the edge of the water like polite guests unsure whether they were truly allowed to enter a stranger’s house. Aether found himself smiling at the restraint. The entire team could have piled in at once without the slightest issue; he had the stamina and the inclination for all of them. Instead the other two had clearly decided that two was already bold enough.

“Come here,” he said simply.

They dropped the towels and stepped into the water. Aether leaned back against the stone edge, still working the last of the soap from his hair, and let both women settle between his spread knees. Soft tongues found his cock almost immediately — Eula taking the shaft with the same earnest devotion she had shown on the lounge cushions, Amber licking along the underside and over his balls in warm, eager strokes. The dual worship was unhurried and thorough, more affectionate than frantic while he finished rinsing.

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Amber spoke first, voice low between long, wet passes of her tongue.

“I still regret that first day in Mondstadt,”
she murmured against his skin.
“If I’d known what you could do… I never would have let the hilichurls take me like that. I would have stayed with you instead of becoming their cocksleeve for the week.”
The words carried genuine wistfulness even as she sucked one of his balls into her mouth and hummed.

Eula, never one for complicated speeches since the day he had finished rewriting her, simply looked up at him with open, glassy-eyed gratitude while she bobbed along his length.

“Thank you for breaking me, Master,”
she said between wet strokes, the title falling from her lips with complete naturalness.
“I’m much better as your bimbo knight than I ever was before.”

Both women turned in the steaming water at the same time.

Eula and Amber braced their hands on the smooth stone edge of the onsen, arched their backs, and reached back with both hands to spread their cheeks wide. Two pairs of glistening holes — pink, wet, and openly offered — were presented to him without a single word of request. The steam curled around their raised hips; droplets ran down the clefts of their asses and dripped from the swollen lips of their cunts. It was a pure, shameless offering to the man they had crossed an ocean to serve again.

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Aether’s gaze moved between them for a moment. Eula’s familiar, well-trained body versus the still-unclaimed heat of Amber’s. The decision settled quickly. Amber had never taken him before. That alone decided the order.

He stepped in behind her, lined up, and bottomed out in one smooth, heavy thrust that drove every inch into her at once. Amber’s reaction was immediate and loud — the same full-throated scream and howl he remembered from the day the hilichurls had used her in the woods. Her cunt stretched around him with the practiced give of a size queen who had spent years taking thicker, more brutal cocks than most women ever saw. She was not the tightest he had ever felt; the long history of Mitachurl-scale meat rods had seen to that. What she lacked in vice-like grip she made up for in pure, greedy heat and the way her walls fluttered and milked him in eager, rhythmic pulses.

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Eula did not wait her turn quietly. The moment Aether sank into Amber she spread her own knees wider on the submerged stone bench beside them and began fingering herself with fast, desperate strokes, two fingers plunging in and out while her thumb worked her clit, eyes locked on the sight of her master claiming the other woman.

Amber’s voice stayed loud and broken between the wet slap of his hips against her ass.

“F-fuck— it’s better— it’s so much better than them—”
She tried to deny it at first, the words tumbling out between howls, as if admitting it would somehow erase the years of hilichurl breeding that had shaped her.
“Those thick Mitachurl cocks used to stretch me so wide I couldn’t walk, but this— your cock—
it’s hitting everything they never could—”

Then she planted her cheek against the wet stone, reached back to pull her cheeks even wider, and let the last of the denial fall away in pure, filthy honesty.

“Years of getting bred by those monsters made my womb so fucking receptive,”
she panted, voice dripping with perverse pride.
“Any sperm that reaches it takes root. Every single time. Doesn’t matter how much or how little. You dump even a drop in me and it’s staying. I’m going to catch everything you give me, Traveler— breed me, please, I take pride in this—”

That was all the encouragement Aether needed.

He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, angled deeper, and fucked her with the single-minded goal of flooding that self-proclaimed fertile womb. Every thrust bottomed out against her cervix; every pullback dragged against the spots that made her scream louder.

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He kept the pace punishing and precise until Amber’s howls turned into continuous, broken cries and her cunt clamped down in a long, gushing climax that milked him ruthlessly. He followed her over the edge, burying himself to the root and pumping rope after thick rope of cum straight into the womb she had just guaranteed would take it. He stayed locked inside her through the entire orgasm and the aftershocks that followed, grinding the last pulses as deep as they would go, until her legs were shaking too hard to hold the position and she slumped forward against the stone, thoroughly bred and temporarily useless.

Only then did he pull out.

A thick trickle of his cum followed his cock, running down Amber’s still-twitching folds and into the steaming water. Eula was already in position beside her — chest swinging in the air, both hands spreading herself open in perfect, silent submission. The bimbo knight’s eyes were glassy with need, fingers still wet from her own frantic stroking, her entire body language a wordless plea to be taken next exactly as hard as the woman currently dripping his seed beside her.

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(artist: miyu)