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Lumine entered Tartaglia’s room, proudly beaming and holding her medal.
“A gold medal, I win the bet.” She declared.
A week ago during the start of the Fontaine Olympics the two athletes had made a bet, whoever gets a better ranking in their respective sport wins the bet. Lumine, a star fencer had just claimed first place in her event. She was sure that would set her ahead of Tartaglia, so sure she’d come to confront him a mere hour post event, without even going to her own designated room.
“You’re not the only one with a gold medal.” He smugly held up his own, Tartaglia had scored a medal in the 100 metre freestyle swimming race.
“So then it’s a draw? The bet is off? Shame, all the things I could’ve done with you” she palmed the side of her face in her hand and sighed. She’d planned to get him to take her to the best restaurants in every nation of Teyvat on his dime, oh how grateful Paimon would be to her, that and she’d get 7 dates out of it and he’d be non the wiser.
“Not quite.” He reached into his pocket, confidence oozing from him. From within he produced another gold medal.
“10km, open water race in Fontaine’s open water.” Nuevillette himself personally oversaw all events related to swimming, ensuring only the highest quality of water and the highest standard of safety for the swimmers.
“N-now that barely counts- we only said ranking, how does participating in many events count-“ no way, he’d thought far too ahead in this, just what did he want from her?
Tartaglia stood up from his seat, approaching her and dangling the two medals before her face, almost teasing her as he backed her into a wall.
“Two medals is better than one and you know that comrade, surely you wouldn’t break a pinkie promise, would you?” He continued taking strides towards her till he was finally towering over her, her back and hands pressed against the wall firmly now. He took hold of her chin, lifting her face to make eye contact.
“Sooo- uh…what do you want from the bet…a fight? A umm…a free meal?” She scrambled for ideas as he drew closer. He only smirked in her direction, if eyes were the window to the soul then his were a window to his inner desires, and lust filled them to the brim this very moment.
His thumb now rested on her lower lip, slightly pulling it down as his face made contact with hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth, tangling with hers as she stood in shock, accepting that she’d guessed his wish right. A kiss. Right? Right?
Lumine closed her eyes, letting the moment take over her, pleasure washing over her. His hand slid down her waist, tracing her figure and mapping it out in his mind, lower yet again he’d reached his hands below her thighs, pulling her legs up and having her wrap them around his waist. For extra grip she’d wrapped her arms of her own volition around his neck, trying to stabilise herself after the sudden change in position to prevent her fall.
“Lumine…” he groaned out her name as they parted for air briefly, a loving gaze within his eyes as he looked a little upwards towards her now that he was holding her up.
Another passionate exchange and Lumine noticed the sudden change in surroundings, she no longer felt the wall behind herself, it seemed that they might be moving. The sound of metal clanging to the floor filled the room, her medal slipped from her grasp but in the moment she didn’t really care much, Tartaglia’s two soon followed.
Her back once more felt surface, the surface of the bed, relatively uncomfortable considering the beds for the Olympics were constructed of cardboard but that wasn’t really much of a concern at the moment.
His hands slid up her thighs once more, this time to push aside her skirt and move down her underwear, two nimble fingers quickly gaining entrance and teasing her as he massaged her from within. For a moment she swore she’d felt current run through her as her walls convulsed in shock. No, she was right, Tartaglia’s outfit was now a distinctly darker shade of grey, she felt the sudden jolt of electricity coursing through her body once more, the pleasure of the electro energy flowing through her undeniable as she let out gasps.
His two talented fingers continued working at her insides, she felt that any second now she might just come undone and on his fingers alone, the great traveller reduced to a mess at the hands of a Fatui harbinger. She couldn’t just go down this easily. Not alone at least.
She reached for his belt buckle, jolting back at every shot of electricity that ran through her, she was overstimulated beyond belief.
“Oh ho, someone’s feeling a little competitive today, care for a challenge?”
And who was she to decline? To falter at his hands now would be humiliating would it not? No it probably wouldn’t, no one would ever find out about this close interaction after all. But that didn’t change anything!
She nodded in response, incapable of speaking a sentence out loud as the electro ran through her core. She screwed her eyes shut, expecting a further penetration, but something else began occurring. A flash of light filled the room, the fingers earlier embedded in her left but the body pressing against her suddenly felt a lot more like armour and quite a bit heavier.
Tartaglia’s breath seemed a lot heavier too, she opened her eyes to check that she wasn’t just imagining things. No, she was right. A monstrous figure trapped her between itself and the bed, a clawed hand ran through her hair. Her eyes widened as she ran her gaze over the now transformed Tartaglia.
This isn’t quite what she had in mind but she couldn’t quite bring herself to complain. The mask like fragment of his body opened up, a long dark tongue emerging and licking the space between her breasts. Her back arched at the feeling, allowing a clawed hand to slip beneath her, his hand was enough to keep a hold of her entire back at once in this state. She’d never felt so small compared to him but that was the last thought on her mind.
The current thought occupying her brain was the clawed finger reaching towards her, she wanted to panic but it was too late for that, her brain felt like it might melt. An unearthly moan erupted from the depths of her body as the finger curled inside of her. It was worth probably three of his normal fingers in width and the length… she feared to imagine what other ‘lengths’ he might have like this.
He supported her back with one hand as she desperately bent to his will, her body pushing against his in every way it knew how. Plunging the finger in and out, watching the juices spill out of her, pleased with his work.
Experimentally he used a second finger to see just how far he could pull her apart as he worked her open, probably enough he thought to himself as he continued working on her, monstrous tongue still working at her chest, wrapping around her curves.
Any minute now she felt that she might lose her voice to the moans she let out. He retracted his finger, watching as her expression shifted to one of displeasure at the loss of contact. He’d been savouring her moans and her faces thus far but this was certainly a new one.
“Ready for more?” A morphed voice sounded from his mouth. The main course.
Her eyes went wider than ever before and her mouth fell agape, now she’d seen it. The other ‘length’. Easily 14 inches in her mind, if not more and that wasn’t even concerning its girth, she’d grab a ruler if she could but mental scaling was all she could do.
He dipped his finger into her once more, surmising that she was probably wet enough for this to work. Frozen still she could only watch as the giant pushed within her.
She felt herself stretching apart from the inside, she could’ve sworn it made her own organs shift. Every inch further was another inch worth of crying out in the mix of pain and pleasure, there’s no way he’d fit the full way in, he’d stretch her out and rip her in two!
The motion felt ever lasting, time seemed to move at the pace of a tent tortoise, no matter how much she wept it just felt like it kept going, where was its limit?
A deep press and she finally felt him stop moving, no way she could physically grow accustomed to this. Absolutely no way, it’s just too much for her. But she didn’t want it to end either. Her walls tightened around him snuggly, she looked down to see that there was still a considerable distance between the end of his dick and her entrance.
“Be a good girl” the same twisted voice spoke out, a hand to her waist, another hand to the bed for stability and he was off.
Pounding directly into her like a madman she could only cry and gasp, it felt too much, she didn’t want him to stop because it was too good but she didn’t know how to lessen the pain either. Despite her cries she could still hear the cardboard bed crushing beneath them, at this rate she wouldn’t even be surprised if he pounded her right through the floor to the next Olympians room.
The repetitive motion drover her insane, each thrust knocking the wind out of her lungs and before she could recuperate another swiftly followed. Does his stamina double too when he’s like this? Just 4 years ago she’d seen him barely handle keeping it up for a few moments, she’d be lying if she said an inappropriate thought hadn’t crossed her mind at the time but just a few months back she’d witnessed him hold this form for weeks, he was a beast risen from the very depths of the abyss indeed. But so what?
His guttural groans echoed through the room, each one sounding more like a roar of anything. The way she tightened around him was bringing him to the very brink of pleasure, teetering on the very line.
A final roar erupted from within as he came, along with it he let his transformation fall, collapsing right on top of her.
The two could hardly catch their breaths, Lumine from the strain on her insides, him from the strain of his body as a whole. The bed beneath them had been completely compressed into the floor, hopefully there wouldn’t be a noise complaint.
“I think we’re gonna need a new bed…”
“Or I can just sleep in yours” he winked.