The Stars predict: Cock

Jean opened her mouth to suggest — once again — that he might want a moment to recover after the long session in the onsen.

Aether did not let her finish the sentence.

He spun her around, pushed her down over the nearest low table, and yanked the thin material of her shorts aside in one rough motion. The head of his cock found her already slick entrance and he drove in to the hilt without warning or preamble. Jean’s composed offer of rest collapsed into a raw, startled scream of his name as he bottomed out and immediately set a hard, punishing pace. Every thrust forced another broken cry out of her; the Acting Grand Master’s usual control evaporated under the sudden, forceful claim, her hands scrabbling at the table edge while her cunt clenched and fluttered around him in helpless response.

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Mona watched from the side, frozen mid-sip of the tall drink she had poured herself, eyes wide with a mixture of shock and unmistakable arousal. She had expected negotiation, politeness, perhaps a gradual invitation.

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Instead she was treated to the sight of Jean being openly deconstructed — swimsuit half-torn, thighs shaking, voice reduced to rhythmic screams — with no consideration given to rank or consent beyond the simple fact that she was there and already wet.

Aether finished with Jean in a final series of deep, grinding thrusts that left her squirting hard across the table and the floor. The moment the climax peaked he simply pulled out and let her slide off the edge. The Acting Grand Master dropped to the polished wood like a used toy, still twitching, still leaking, completely spent for the moment.

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He turned and walked straight toward Mona.

The astrologist barely had time to set her drink aside before he stopped in front of her. She sank to her knees on instinct, the little black sling of her bikini doing nothing to hide how hard her nipples had become.

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Aether let her have a brief taste — just long enough for her tongue to drag along the shaft still slick with Jean’s release — before he hooked his hands under her arms, lifted her, and sat back on the nearest couch. Mona needed no further instruction. She straddled him, guided the head of his cock between her folds, and sank down in one continuous motion until he was fully sheathed inside her.

She came undone with almost insulting ease.

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The first full stroke upward made her breath hitch; the second had her walls clamping down in a rapid, fluttering climax that left her moaning openly and grinding against him for more. Whatever residual shock she had felt at Jean’s rough treatment melted under the simple, overwhelming pleasure of finally having him inside her. Aether let her ride, hands resting on the soft curve of her ass, watching the composed astrologist fall apart around his cock with the same easy, greedy need the rest of the Mondstadt girls had already shown.

Aether discovered the trick almost by accident.

One firm, open-handed slap across the full curve of Mona’s ass made her cunt clamp down around him like a velvet vice — sudden, greedy, and almost painfully tight. He grinned, gave her the other cheek the same treatment, and watched the same helpless, ecstatic squeeze answer him again. After that he simply indulged. Every deep thrust was paired with another sharp smack until both sides of her ass glowed an angry, beautiful red and his handprints stood out in clear, pulsing relief against her skin. Mona took the rough treatment with open, broken delight, moaning louder with every slap, grinding back onto him harder, the composed astrologist completely undone by the combination of cock and impact.

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He finished her in a tight headlock, forearm locked across her throat while he emptied another thick load into her spasming pussy. Mona came with a strangled, ecstatic cry, walls milking him in rapid, rhythmic pulses that only eased when he finally let her go.

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By then the rest of the Mondstadt contingent had already recovered enough to scurry back.

Jean, still shaky from the earlier table-top deconstruction, crawled into place at his side. Eula and Amber, dripping from the onsen and from each other’s mouths, pressed in close as well, soft hands and softer mouths already reaching for him again. The hilichurl-trained endurance of the Mondstadt girls proved surprisingly durable. They rotated around him for the remaining hours in a loose, greedy cycle — one recovering while the others took their turn, bodies overlapping, mouths and cunts and asses offered without hesitation. None of them ever all collapsed at the same moment. Whenever one slumped into twitching, cum-filled exhaustion, another was already spreading herself or sinking to her knees. The nine hours after the bath blurred into a continuous, wet chain of moans, slaps, creampies, and the occasional sharp cry when he found a new way to make one of them squirt across the cushions or the floor.

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They nearly made it to the full ten-hour mark as a group.

Almost exactly on schedule the bungalow door opened and Lynette entered pushing a polished cart laden with fine, steaming dishes. A small cluster of resort employees followed her in silence. The cat-eared attendant gave Aether a brief, professional nod, then directed the staff with quiet efficiency. Soft hands and firm grips took hold of ankles; the thoroughly used Mondstadt women were dragged out one by one in a glistening, twitching line, still occasionally moaning as their well-fucked bodies left wet trails across the polished floor. Mona’s red, handprinted ass was the last thing visible before the door closed again.

Lynette set the cart within easy reach, poured him a drink, and offered a small, almost shy flick of her tail.

“Two hours of rest, sir. The next team will be here when the window opens.”