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“I always forget how much my head hurts doing this.” Childe grimaces as he rubs the back of his head. It has zero consequences on solving his headache, but at least it made him think he was doing something of value.
“What happened? I was walking through a portal one moment, and the next I wake up naked in a domain. I feel like I should be panicking right about now!” Childe turns his attention to the fluffy-tailed young man looking aimlessly around. His impulses made him want to see if the tail was real or just a plug. He takes a swift walk around the man he would later identify as Gorou, and completes his circle to see it’s real. Cute. The dog-boy’s body is jittery but his mind is perplexed as to why everyone else seemed so calm.
“Oh, first time? Welcome to the abyss!” Childe outstretches his arms and receives bemused looks from the men surrounding him. Scaramouche, Childe, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli, Kazuha, Gorou and Kaeya had found themselves stuck with each other’s company for now. He makes a brief attempt at identification followed by small talk, and while all are compliant, most seem bemused regarding their situation. Eight men awaking in an empty room completely naked only seemed to be a laughing matter for Childe and Kaeya.
“This place is exactly how I remember it. Though usually I’d be more, ahem, dressed for the occasion.” The familiar sight of Kaeya looks around but seems in equally as high spirits as Childe despite the nudity. The rest of the group, sans a still uncomfortable Gorou, remain simply confused. Childe’s explanation of their company eases the mind. Harbingers, Gods, Calvary Captains, Adepti, Samurai; Childe could tell that Gorou saw himself as the weak link in the group, but the quality of those around him put him at ease.
“Like you remember it, Kaeya?” Venti chimes in, knowing full well what Kaeya means, but hoping he would say it himself. He presents himself as a man of mystery, but those who have lived for thousands of years see much more than people can ever expect or comprehend.
“One must fight many battles against the toughest of opposition to be truly suitable for the role of Calvary Captain. What would a bard know about the abyss?” Despite immediately validating Venti’s questioning, he decides that two can play at this game and returns the favour with teases of his refusal to admit that he was a god.
“I have no intention of letting you mortals get in the way of whatever lies before me. Whatever is required of me, it will be done.” The groups pleasantries are cut short as Xiao struts to the large door at the end of the arena-shaped room. Childe begins to follow, and the others keep pace.
“Mortals!?” Venti gives Xiao puppydog eyes.
“And whatever it takes to get out of here, eh?” Kaeya smirks towards Childe, and gets his cheeky grin reciprocated. The pair know far too much. “Well, knowing the abyss, it’s best we split into two parties of four. The rules here won’t allow otherwise. This door most likely won’t ever open for us until it’s been decided.”
“Oh, a buddy system? I’ll take Mister Zhongli. For such an understated funeral director, he seems to have the brains to go with my brawn. I think we’ll make for a just excellent team.” Childe throws one arm around Zhongli, and Zhongli simply shoots him a disappointed glare in response.
“I have fought many a battle with General Gorou. If there is a man in this room in whom I can put my trust, it is him.” Groups begin to form as Kazuha steps aside with Gorou to match Childe and Zhongli on the opposite side.
“Well I don’t know who gave Xiao his vision, but I’d bet that guy trusted him to survive as the victory in any battle. So I’ll do the same.” Venti leans forward towards Childe and Kaeya, seemingly becoming unspoken leaders. They lean in themselves to pick up Venti’s hushed whispers, hoping Gorou and Kazuha don’t hear him. “And to be honest, I feel like those two need the help a little more than you two do. So I’ll tag along with them, Xiao can come with me, and we’ll make sure those two Inazumans don’t, y’know, die.”
“My hearing is well trained upon the wind, young bard.” The trio return their focus to the group, only to see only the daggers that Kazuha stared into them.
“Ehe, well, we’re off to a pleasant start. Either way, you have adeptal power on your side now.” With a wink that does absolutely nothing to reassure Kazuha, Venti and Xiao leave to discuss ‘strategy’ leaving Childe to return to picking his team. His options had been forced into the only two men remaining.
“Well, that leaves our mysterious and kind of annoying friend here, Kaeya, and our other mysterious and kind of annoying friend here, Scaramouche. Join the team, join the team. I’m sure we’ll get along together.” Childe does little to endear himself to his comrades.
“I have killed countless men by your side. I’ll make you be the next. 'Ally' is a temporary label. Don't push your luck.” Childe had expected a verbal battle from the always short-tempered Scaramouche. Trying to take charge in a scenario involving his senior harbinger would only lead to a negative consequence.
“Well, we’re all having fun, aren’t we?” Childe’s musings are cut off by the giant stone gate opening before them. Within it are two passages. One is signposted as ‘Party 1’ and the other as ‘Party 2’. Given the perpetually unpredictable nature of the abyss, minimal thought nor reasoning is required to aide their decisions regarding which passage each group of four would take. Nervous anticipation from some mixes with an unnatural calmness from others who knew far too much. Childe simply concerns himself with how much colder the air is against his nude body in these large stone passages.
“Well, we’ll take the left path, and you guys can take the right path.” Childe’s leadership skills lead to Gorou immediately darting down the right path, having little patience for his own nerves. If his confident and more experienced appearing demeanour was anything to go off, when Childe says to do something, it was trusted he wasn’t going to suddenly be an agent of chaos trying to backstab them. For Gorou, that was enough to quicken his reactions while his brain was a little wired.
With a few sarcastic goodbye’s, Childe prepares for the final splitting of their group. First, he witnesses Kazuha shrugging his shoulders and following after Gorou. He gets a goodbye wave from Venti as Xiao follows behind the bard, arms folded, completely apathetic. The remaining four follow up the ‘Party 1’ passage. The giant stone gate closes behind them, and their fates were sealed.
Entering Floor 1
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“Well it’s completely empty. That’s always a good sign.” Leading the pack, Scaramouche is the first to step into the arena. Childe and Kaeya follow suit, then Zhongli enters last at a leisurely pace. As he does, the door shuts behind him, and they walk to the centre.
“You know, I was expecting something a little more dramatic based on past experiences.” Childe starts to walk towards the gate at the opposite end of the room, before an invisible barrier blocks his path in his attempt to leave the arena. He grumbles, and walks back to the centre. “Well, maybe there’s still something more dramatic to come.”
“Well, gentlemen. There appears to be a cute little hydro slime over there.” Zhongli strolls towards it as Kaeya immediately senses what’s coming next. Several more small hydro slimes appear, and one large one between them. The large one immediately homes in on Scaramouche. The instant karma for his back-talking left Childe in borderline hysterics as he watched the show unfold. Once he sees Scaramouche start to slowly back away as the slime hops equally as slowly, yet menacingly, towards him, he knows the inevitability about to unfold. Eventually, Scaramouched is pounced upon, and its weight pins him down. The rest of the party watch on in amusement as they hear his struggles. A hydro slime was the densest of all slimes thanks to the water weight, and hardest to get away from thanks to how slippery they were. Scaramouche’s struggles quickly wash away as the reality of his situations sets in. The hydro slime envelops his cock while bouncing on top of him, lying there helpless. His small frame lends itself poorly to the situation. Typically he has the strength to fight the greatest of monsters in Teyvat, though in this case, it was a struggle. Perhaps a struggle that he didn't want to fight.
“I had you down as a strong enough harbinger to be able to get a hydro slime off the top of you, you know?” Scaramouche can pay little attention to his junior. Whether Childe was laughing at him, or laughing at the smaller slime trying to pounce on him, the slick, slimy texture repeatedly coating his cock made his brain refuse to focus. Childe knows the game being played, he just sits down and lets it do its thing. Kaeya follows suit, and realizing the need to oblige them to continue on further into the abyss, Zhongli does the same. Scaramouche could only wish that he had it as easy as they did.
“What an easy first floor,” Kaeya muses. “Perhaps I’ll walk out of here instead of crawling like the last time.” Scaramouche retorts with a growl. It was only easy for some. He wished he could have it as easy as Kaeya, struggling to even turn his head in his direction to watch. It was doing him no favours to be given such a show that he was forcibly made to watch. He sees Kaeya lean back and relax until all the weight he’s putting down on his palms becomes a little uncomfortable. The Cavalry Captain switches to laying down flat on the floor. He puts his hands behind his head and relaxes as he feels the slime acting like his own personal cocksleeve. Scaramouche catches a wink from his one good eye in his direction. If this was how they were treating him in a period of minor inconvenience in the very first floor, there would be hell to pay when they find themselves in a more perilous position later on.
He would never admit that Childe is right to tease him for being unable to deal with such a paltry enemy. Once caught off guard and once your limbs are pinned down from above, it becomes difficult to get the torque to sit up and get it off. That, and the fact that he isn’t so sure he wanted to fight it either. It feels so good having his cock enrobed in the slime, its heavy weight pounding itself on top of him, and the sensitivity that comes from its slickness. Despite his protests, he's the first to devolve into moans of pleasure. The helplessness of being pinned down is getting to him, and making him begin to get close. With each stroke of his cock from the bouncing of the slime, his senses begin to slip away. His mind loses focus on the show he gets from the other three men getting off. The way that every single stroke takes him right to the very base, as deep as it can, feels like the most unbelievable fuck he’d ever had. Were he in a more coherent state of mind, he’d be contemplating if baiting slimes would be a future source of entertainment and stress relief. What little thought is left in his mind wanders towards the ever building pleasure in his cock. For the others, just the sight of Scaramouche’s blissful suffering sets them off. The sweet sounds of his whines of pleasure, a typically unfamiliar noise, are enough to put anyone in the mood.
“What the fuck am I in for,” Scaramouche thinks as he feels himself being forced through the point of no return. His body instinctively makes an attempt to twitch and grab onto something, but in the end he's totally helpless. A grip on the slime simply slides away, and the panic of his struggle only adds to his immersion in losing himself to his powerlessness. All he can do is lay there and take it as he feels his cock being made to let loose inside the slime.
The sensation of the slime riding his cock doesn’t change as he climaxes. His sensitivity builds to an almost intolerable level. The completely rhythmic motions of the slime lend itself to driving him to the point of insanity in his own pleasure. His struggle resumes as he begins to become more and more overstimulated, until the slime decides it’s had its fill and stops. Scaramouche takes a moment to catch his breath, only to notice Childe chuckling at him.
The catch was that his moaning is enough to get Childe close to his orgasm. An exhausted Scaramouche diverts his attention to his comrade slipping away, not able to last much longer with his slick personal cock sleeve. He sees Childe run into the exact same problem he had moments before as he tries to grab it and grind his hips deeper into it, but can’t get any sort of grip. Instead Childe settles for just the hip movements, trying to feel himself pushing deeper into it, letting as much of his cock as possible be enveloped in the slick sensation. His attention Is drawn back to Scaramouche as he realizes himself hitting the point of no return. Hamming up his moans and whines to get his attention, his show-off game is quickly cut short. The overwhelming sensation of his cock being forced to its plateau distracts his mind. The realistic side of Childe’s pleasure kicks in, his staged moans slipping into the same whines he would always let out, before throwing his head back and letting out a resigned groan of pure joy. As he climaxes inside of it, his thighs begin to quake and his breath hitches. He manages to be spared of the few seconds of agony that Scaramouche had been subjected to from the slime taking slightly too long to release. Seeing Childe had been finished off, the slime leaves him alone.
Wobbly-legged, Childe stands up, with Scaramouche doing the same. The pair head back towards the other two. He catches the completely red faced Scaramouche trying to hide it. His purple haired comrade simply avoids eye contact in response. There would be absolutely nothing Scaramouche could do to deflect away from the fact he's just been seen to be forcibly cum while moaning like a little submissive slut. Childe sees no need to say anything and yet Scaramouche still tells him to shut up. Ironic, given Childe had so easily slipped away into the same submissive mindset. The catch was that Scaramouche was forced, and that Childe had it in his heart.
Zhongli’s laid back laughter at the scene being performed in front of him is cut off as he feels himself pushed towards the brink of orgasm. He had stayed mostly silent, both conversationally and with repressing his pleasure. He had seen it fit to lay back and enjoy the experience, as this was a novelty to him, and the real challenges had not yet begun. Childe sarcastically cheers him on. He got a little bit of a kick out of trying to play the confident and cocky guy around Zhongli. If it was his toying words that dealt the final blow and pushed Zhongli past his limit, then he would believe he had done what’s right. Whether it had a serious effect on Zhongli, or if it was just the culmination of several minutes of being ridden by what was effectively a living fleshlight, he didn’t know. He takes it as a small victory as he sees Zhongli grit his teeth and tries to stifle his moans as he feels himself come just short of his orgasm. He kneels himself down next to Zhongli and places a hand gently at his throat. It’s the tipping point required. His expectation of a submissive moment of eye contact from Zhongli is shattered he gets a confident and cocky grin back. It was almost as if he was being reminded that his attempts at taking charge over Zhongli were only allowed because he had let him. That he shouldn’t try to pull it again lest he face consequences. It was a different vibe to Scaramouche’s more direct and sadistic threats. He knew those all too well as a harbinger. The way Zhongli could let him know so much while saying so little terrified him to the point he starts really trying his best to not get hard again. It isn’t helped by the sight of him filling his thick load into the slime. The grunts and groans let out by Zhongli did little to keep Childe from getting switched back on moments after finishing his own first round.
The sight of the slime hopping away while full of cum was amusing to Childe. The sight of Kaeya still going, evidently showing himself to have the most stamina, serves only to worsen his already quickly regenerating mood. He already misses his slime. The best solution in his eyes was to get Kaeya to finish as quickly as possible so they could move on. He desperately wants more fun, and what better way to begin the fun than by helping somebody else finish the job.
“Come on Kaeya. Be a good boy and hurry up.” Childe sits himself next to Kaeya and starts petting his hair, getting up close in his ear to try and spur him on. “Come on Scaramouche, join in! Let loose for once. Enjoy the fun.”
“You don’t get to give me orders.” Childe takes great joy in the fact that despite his protests, Scaramouche follows suit and sits on the other side of Kaeya. The pair start kissing his neck. They give him the little extra kick Kaeya needs. Having a man on either side of him toying with his body as his cock is pleased, it was never a situation that he could last a substantial amount of time in. Childe is completely confident that he has at least found one person he can take full charge over without consequences. He puts one hand on the top of the slime, trying to force the slippery creature as deep as he could on Kaeya’s cock with each bounce. The extra depth he provided Kaeya began to make his newfound submissive become almost entranced in his own pleasure. So much for an easy floor one if this was how easily he was going to slip into such a state of mind.
“Finish. Now.” Scaramouche takes a tightly-grasped handful of Kaeya’s hair and lets out a sultry whisper into his ear. Kaeya’s body draws the line at his words. A few of Scaramouche’s words and Kaeya’s calm demeanour is quickly broken down. He savours the sounds of a few submissive whines escaping Kaeya’s lips as he’s made to cum. The sweet sounds he heard convinced him to tighten his grip, but Kaeya is too far gone in his pleasure to feel the pain. He lets out a few meaningless words for Kaeya to ignore while too caught up in just how good his cock felt being milked dry. Scaramouche finally gives Childe some shred of approval as he pulls Kaeya’s trembling thighs apart, letting the slime get deeper on his cock. Scaramouche keeps a handful of hair as Kaeya is been completely drained and the slime releases. Taken by surprise, Scaramouche is forced to let go as Kaeya leans back and into Childe’s arms for a brief moment, drained and exhausted. Even more surprisingly for him, Kaeya then manages to almost immediately stand up, trying to appear cool and collected in the process. Scaramouche had hoped his words would leave more of a lasting impression on Kaeya’s psyche.
“I’d bet if you run into the invisible forcefield now, you won’t take a blow to the forehead.” Scaramouche takes pleasure in seeing Childe attempt to punch Kaeya in the gut out of spite, and missing from a simple dodge. The voyeuristic leaning Zhongli joins in on the teasing of Childe as the group walk towards the stone gate at the end of the room. The first stage had been cleared, and the quartet stood before now-open door wondering what would await them beyond it. That, and whether or not they would find out what the other four had gotten up to without them.
Entering Floor 2