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The Captain slowly sank into the hot springs of Natlan, letting out a sigh as days' worth of stress and anguish washed off of him into the water.

He was never one to indulge too much, both in his past life as a soldier of Khaenri’ah and his new one as a Fatui Harbinger. But even he, as stubborn and pig-headed as others claimed him to be, could see the value in small amounts of luxury and recreation.

Raising his arms to his face, he took one last glance around him for any intruders. The woman from the People of the Springs who rewarded him with this spring promised he would not be intruded on, but one could never be too careful.

The Captain removed his mask, setting it down on the rocks beside him and letting the steam and cool, gentle winds coalesce on his face. Feeling the breeze on his face was a luxury he seldom enjoyed. He knew how people felt about his face. Keeping the mask on made both his own life and the lives of other people that much easier.

Even now, whilst his naked body was nearly fully submerged in the hot springs of Natlan, The Captain could never fully relax. He kept both his eyes peeled and his ears alert for anybody who would somehow stumble across him.

He thought back to the deal he made with the Lord of the Night. The goal he had been relentlessly chasing for over 400 years was now right within his grasp. Freedom. For both himself and the myriad souls that he harboured within his heart.

Speaking of which, they were remarkably quiet tonight. Usually by now, one of the countless souls would have interrupted his thoughts with something that not even he could understand. Trauma, likely, from the painful and horrifying ways that the vast majority of them died.

"Is there room for another?" A voice asked, and his hand shot out to place his mask on his face at an almost inhuman speed.

The Captain turned his head to face the voice, orange hair and a tight jumpsuit immediately telling him who it was. He let out a sigh, heart rate still accelerated from the possibility of somebody nearly seeing his face.

“Harborym, what are you doing here?” The Captain asked her, not particularly happy that she had caught him in a compromised position. If she decided that she wanted to fight him again, he would be at a much larger disadvantage than usual.

The Pyro Archon's sun-shaped irises looked towards the Harbinger, jotting the rotting skin travelling along his arms. It wasn't rotting in the traditional sense, Mavuika had seen plenty of rotting bodies before and this wasn't it. It was unique.

Blue marks ran down his arms, which had taken on a jet-black colour and texture not too dissimilar to that she had seen on hilichurls. Although he was supposedly rotting, the muscles on his arms were still large enough to show his strength yet defined enough that - combined with his strangely hard skin - made The Captain look almost like a sculpted work of art.

Mavuika bit her lip. “I thought I’d stop by for some relaxation; today was a long day for me too.” She said flippantly. “I punched a hole in the sky.”

The Captain let out a small chuckle. "Yes, I suppose you did. Still, is it necessary for you to relax with me? I'm sure you could find any other hot spring in the nation."

Mavuika raised her eyebrow at The Captain’s words. “Any other woman would think that you’re trying to get rid of me.” She teased. She knew that teasing was his weakness - she saw and heard how flustered he got when she complimented his martial ability.

Suddenly, an idea popped into the Archon’s head, and she smirked. I wonder how far I can go with this. She approached the spring, removing her heels and sitting down on the edge opposite The Captain, letting her bare feet absorb the medicinal water of the springs.

“Would you mind if I joined you, Captain?” Mavuika asked coyly. She knew he would struggle to answer. His chivalric self would be torn between wanting to be a gentleman and refusing to share the spring with her, or being a good ally and accepting her offer.

Mavuika could almost see the gears turning within the head of The Captain, his mind scrambling to make the correct choice. Would this ever get old? Probably not.

“Would you not prefer it if I leave?” The Captain asked, doing his best to keep his voice level. He was grateful he chose to wear his mask, what little skin remained intact on his face was no doubt a blushing mess right now.

"Of course not. You deserve this chance to relax too." Mavuika said whilst leaning forward towards The Captain. She knew what she was doing, using her assets to distract the Harbinger while he tried to think of a way to weasel out of the water.

And Tsaritsa’s benevolence, did it work. The Captain prided himself on his honour code and his integrity, but even he found himself unable to draw his eyes away from the breasts barely contained within the tight leather jumpsuit, hanging there like the most forbidden fruit of all.

“Hmph, fine.” The Captain said, tilting his head to the side to try and refocus his thoughts. It wasn’t worth trying to convince her otherwise. The most he could hope for now is that somebody else wouldn’t barge in and interrupt; that would be a very difficult conversation indeed.

“Thank you.” Mavuika smiled, taking her feet out of the water and standing up. She picked up her heels and walked over to the small hamper near the entrance, Capitano’s eyes glued to her swaying posterior. Was she doing this on purpose?

Suddenly, the sound of a zipper being pulled down reached The Captain's ears, and he quickly tore his eyes away from the now-undressing Pyro Archon. His heartbeat began to quickly echo in his ears, stirring awake some of the helpless souls within him.

The Commander is bathing with an ARCHON?

Oh my, is that Lady Mavuika?

Commander, you dog!

“SILENCE” The Captain commanded, the souls quickly quietening down and retreating into the depths of his heart and mind. Their input was quite frankly the last thing he needed right now.

While The Captain wrestled with the souls within him, Mavuika fully undressed and made her way into the water, submerging herself into the water and shifting so that she sat opposite him.

“Ah, that’s much better” Mavuika sighed, letting her head fall back against the rocks and her fiery hair splay across the water. She was the perfect picture of relaxation at this moment.

The Captain had to admit, he had never seen an Archon look so relaxed before. The Tsaritsa always had an icy gaze, tinged with the most profound sadness, whilst the one encounter he had with the Raiden Shogun showed her to be an Archon of perfect poise, not a hair out of place and facial expression wasted.

Mavuika, on the other hand, looked as human as anybody else. He could see the small creases in her forehead slowly disappearing as the muscles in her face relaxed. Her breathing slowed too, chest rising and falling with her breaths.

The Captain sighed, before leaning over to grab the small towel on the edge of the spring to clear the growing condensation on his mask.

"You don't have to wear that mask here," Mavuika said, bringing her head forward again to look at the man she was sharing the spring with. "It doesn't look comfortable."

‘She’s not wrong’ The Captain thought. Hot temperatures always made the mask stick uncomfortably to his face. He had a similar problem in the Saurian captive facility, not that he'd ever tell Mavuika that. Still, he could suffer discomfort to spare others from what would be much worse.

The Captain looked towards Mavuika. “I have told you before why I wear this mask. It is better for everybody that what is underneath, stays underneath.”

Mavuika simply narrowed her eyes at the man, before scoffing. “Because you’re so rotten, right?” She sat forward. “I can see the rest of your body, you look fine.”

The Captain turned away from Mavuika, unwilling to look her in the eyes, lest he give in and remove his mask. His excuse was flimsy, he knew that, but it was all he could say to avoid giving her the real reason.

Mavuika shifted herself through the water and took a seat next to The Captain, his skin not radiating the typical warmth that a regular human would. She could only assume it was because of his curse. He was practically a dead man walking.

The Captain kept his gaze firmly planted on the hamper at the other side of the springs, where Mavuika’s clothes rested. It was much easier for him to occupy his mind with thoughts of how many teeth were on the zipper of Mavuika’s bodysuit than it was to think about how close she was to him.

Mavuika raised herself onto her knees, gently placing her hands onto the back of The Captain's neck, and feeling the tough skin that made up a large part of his body.

The Captain’s breath hitched as he felt her slender fingers caress his neck. It had been… so very long since he had last felt the touch of anybody, never mind somebody who he- well, never mind.

Mavuika’s hands glided from his neck, across his shoulder blades and along his shoulders, coming to rest upon his biceps, which at this point were now as tense as a bowstring.

“For a man who claims to be a rotting corpse, you certainly have a lot of muscle.” Mavuika teased, giving his bicep a cheeky squeeze. Not even both of her hands could successfully wrap around his whole arm. She bit her lip, she was certainly going to have fun with this.

She then pressed herself against his back as she ran her hands along his pectoral muscles. Not an inch of his frame was wasted, his chest and his abs sculpted to perfection as if he was an old Remurian statue.

The Captain felt Mavuika's breasts press into his back, soft but firm flesh spreading warmth along his usually cold back. It was also at this time, that he felt two points pressing into his back, the hardening nipples of the Pyro Archon announcing their presence. Whether her nipples were hardened because of the cold on The Captain's back, or the Archon's own arousal was difficult to say. Only Mavuika could answer that.

Not that Mavuika would answer that. She remained silent, concentrating on the feeling of The Captain’s chest beneath her fingers, the cold ridges of muscle and rough edges of his curse. She could feel her breathing growing heavier, she just had to explore more of this man.

She gently pressed her lips to the back of his neck, and she heard The Captain take a small, barely noticeable breath. She smirked to herself, disconnecting her lips from his neck to gently blow on the spot she had kissed. He was doing very well to remain so composed.

The Captain would disagree. It took a considerable amount of his willpower to not surrender to his baser urges, urges he hadn’t felt in centuries. He could feel the blood in his body rushing south, towards his now quickly hardening penis.

Mavuika kept her lips pressed to The Captain’s neck, gently sucking on it before removing them again. She then kissed the top of his shoulder, applying gentle kisses along the broad muscles of the Harbinger.

The Captain felt like he was going to explode. Centuries of suppressing his urges had led him here, in a hot spring with the Pyro Archon pressing her breasts into her back, kissing his shoulders whilst his cock threatened to breach the surface of the water.

Mavuika continued to drag her lips along the man's shoulders and arms, taking her time and indulging in pleasures she rarely chose to indulge in. None of the men or women she chose to bed in Natlan either before or after her resurrection was built like the man before her. She wanted to savour this moment.

The Captain nearly let out a small whimper, the pressure becoming too much for him to take. He moved his hand beneath the water as subtly as he could and gripped the base of his penis before giving it a slow pump.

It felt good, and certainly relieved some of the tension that had been building over the last few minutes. But he knew it wasn’t enough. Even if you divert steam through different pipes, if the problem isn’t fully resolved, then all you’re doing is prolonging the situation. This was the situation The Captain found himself in right now.

Mavuika continued to lavish her attention on the arms and shoulders of The Captain, sucking and kissing every patch of skin that her mouth could latch onto. Her eyes peered over his shoulders, watching her own hands continue to glide over and grope the man's chest.

She thought about moving her hands lower, to caress his abs, before considering if that would be going too far. She looked at the situation. Here she was, pressing her breasts against his back, with her lips pressed into his clavicle and he hadn’t once asked her to stop. The time for going too far had long passed.

She moved her hands lower, letting her fingers glide down the ridges of his abs, mapping them out and committing them to memory. She felt his abs tense beneath her fingers. ‘He mustn’t do this much’ Mavuika thought to herself.

The Archon lost herself in her exploration, hands never staying still for more than a few seconds before she moved them elsewhere. She could do this forever, the contours of this man’s battered and worn body were almost intoxicating to her.

The Captain, meanwhile, was beginning to quicken his strokes underneath the water. The brief relief that he felt when he began was now nowhere to be seen. He wanted more. He wouldn’t dare to ask Mavuika to fix the problem that she started, so it was up to him to solve it without her detecting him.

As Mavuika went to feel the abs of The Captain again, she saw a small piece of muscle poke through the water. Her mouth suddenly went dry and her heart rate skyrocketed. That was The Captain’s dick, and by the looks of it, he was as hard as the rocks that surrounded them.

She couldn't take her eyes away, how big was he? They were sitting inside the spring, and it wasn’t exactly shallow. He must be six or seven inches at the very least, according to Mavuika’s lust-fueled calculations.

As she was about to resume her exploration of his body, she suddenly noticed slight movements from The Captain's left arm. Was he...? She stopped what she was doing for a moment, watching the movements of his arm and listening to his breathing.

Mavuika let out a shaky breath of her own. The Captain was masturbating. Because of her. And how much she had gotten him worked up. She pulled away from him, eager to see if she could go any further.

“Is everything alright there?” Mavuika asked, as cool as she possibly could given the information she knew. The Captain’s hand stopped immediately and Mavuika could clearly see the growing frustration within him.

“Everything is fine, Mavuika.” She loved the way her name sounded coming from him. “Why do you ask?” He sounded anxious. Did he think she would be angry?

“I saw that your hand looked pretty busy underneath the water, Captain.” Mavuika said with a teasing tone. A flustered Captain was a sight that she rarely got to see. She could see his shoulders tighten in apprehension.

“I.. I apologise, Mavuika.” The Captain stammered, looking away. “I will leave you alone.” He went to step out of the spring, but Mavuika quickly grabbed his hand.

"Where are you going?" Mavuika asked, keeping a tight grip on his wrist. "I never asked you to leave." She said coyly, flashing him a smouldering look.

"Well... I-I" The Captain went to say, but Mavuika closed the gap and placed her finger over his mouth in a shushing motion. She let out a chuckle.

“Go and take a seat, O Captain” She whispered, pointing at the small seat at the edge of the spring, slightly elevated from the main floor.

The Captain walked through the water and approached his seat, sitting down and facing Mavuika. The Pyro Archon got to her feet, giving The Captain a lovely view of her body.

Her breasts were large, but firm, adorned with two dark nipples honed to a point. Her torso was littered with scars, as expected as a Goddess of War. The Captain thought it only complemented her beauty, the scars creating a tapestry upon the body of the Archon that told the stories of countless battles and conflicts. Her thighs were still below the water, however just before she approached him, The Captain managed to catch a glimpse of her pussy. A tuft of red hair adorned her pubis, whilst the moonlight from above reflected off of the water on her skin, making her look every bit the Goddess that she was.

She stepped in front of The Captain and knelt before him. What human man, no matter how immortal they may be, could say that they had the Divine kneeling before them?

Mavuika pressed a kiss to the mask of The Captain, her eyes looking into his with lust and… something else. She made to move down his body, planting kisses along the front of his neck before reaching his chest.

She kissed along his left breast, surrounding the nipple on his breast with kisses before she took it into his mouth. The Captain let out a sigh as Mavuika’s tongue swirled around his nipple. She let out a small giggle, looking up at The Captain as she gently took the nub between her teeth and bit.

The Captain leaned his head back, content to let the Archon do whatever she liked with him. It had been centuries, perhaps he could indulge just this once. Besides, it wouldn’t be gentlemanly to refuse her when she wanted this so bad, would it?

Mavuika stuck out her tongue and dragged it across his pecs, moving to the other breast and repeating the same actions she did beforehand. Now that she was seeing him from the front, her lust only grew. Despite this man claiming to be rotting, she had never seen a more finely crafted human being. If this was him rotting, what did he look like before he was cursed?    

Heat flowed through her body and down between her thighs. Celestia above, she wanted this man. This honourable, beautiful man who offered to help save her nation without any repayment necessary.

Mavuika leaned over The Captain to whisper in his ear, giving him an eyeful of her beautiful breasts. "You gave so much for the survival of Natlan." Her voice came out in a far huskier tone than even she thought she could manage. "For no reward? Well, this won't do at all." She whispered in a sultry tone.

She sat herself between his legs, using the crank on the side of the stone to raise The Captain's seat. She then placed her hand on his chest, pushing him down so that he rested lazily against the rocks.

"Lean back, my Captain. Allow me to thank you for your service." Mavuika whispered as the Harbinger's lower body was raised.

His cock breached the surface of the water, and Mavuika was finally at eye level with it. Her earlier calculations were certainly off, he was closer to nine inches. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and bit her lip. Still, she was Mavuika. Pyro Archon and Goddess of War. She never backed down from a challenge.

She took the thick cock in her hands. It seemed that this part of his body was relatively untouched by his curse, the only signs of his curse near his genitals at all being the small, black and blue marks at the base of his cock and near his testicles.

Mavuika’s hand began to slowly jerk his cock, whilst she put her mouth to work placing kisses alongside the inside of his thighs. She could feel the muscles in his legs beneath her lips, honed from centuries of warfare and travel.

The Captain grunted as the pressure within him began to slowly ease. He was still turned on massively, but at least something was finally being done about it. He ran his hand through his long hair, tearing through the knots as Mavuika’s lips seemed to ease the knots building within his legs over the last few hundred years.

Mavuika meanwhile, was getting increasingly drunk off of the sheer masculinity that was emanating from The Captain. ‘He smells amazing’ she thought, as she dragged her tongue across his thigh and towards his balls.

She looked up at The Captain from her position below him, doing her best to make eye contact with him as she continued to stroke his cock at a steady pace. She felt his cock tense in her hand, the vein beneath her thumb pumping blood through his shaft rapidly. The eye contact was working.

The Captain was once again grateful for his mask, as he felt the unblemished skin that remained on his face heat up with a searing blush. The Archon of Natlan was here, on her knees, servicing him.

Said Archon dragged her tongue along his sack, her nose brushing against his length and immersing itself in his scent. With her free hand, she gently squeezed his balls, before taking one into her mouth.

“Argh… Mavuika.” The Captain groaned. He brought his hand down to rest upon her cheek, and she nuzzled into it. He used his thumb to brush away a small droplet of water on her cheek, likely from the steam within the hot springs.

Mavuika sucked on the testicle in her mouth, swirling it around her mouth as she continued to stroke the cock of The Captain. She let the testicle fall out of her mouth, and began to suck on the other one, making sure to alternate between both of his balls.

Whilst she lavished attention on his balls, she also began to quicken the pace with her hand. She quickly removed her mouth from his balls for a moment, The Captain feeling the absence of Mavuika’s mouth almost immediately, and licked along the hand she used to stroke him before reapplying her mouth to him.

Her now semi-lubricated hand slid along his length effortlessly, and she used the building lubrication from the saliva on her hand and the small drops of precum that he was leaking to slowly twist her hand around the head of his penis.

The Captain wiped the sweat from his face. It had been a long while since anything could make him sweat, and yet both times in recent memory were caused by Mavuika. Different circumstances of course, but it was a funny coincidence.

The precum continued to dribble out of The Captain's solid girth, adding extra lubrication for Mavuika's strokes. Her eyes were transfixed on the head of his penis, watching the small trickles of precum fall along his cock and land on her hand.

She removed her hand from his cock, and took a look at the small amount of precum that had collected on the webbing between her thumb and index finger. It was almost like she moved on autopilot, her brain not even consciously deciding to bring her thumb to her mouth and lick it clean.

“I never knew the Pyro Archon would be so filthy.” The Captain grunted, his cock twitching at the sight of Mavuka licking her finger clean of his fluids.

"Hmm…" Mavuika hummed, pulling the thumb out of her mouth with a small sound, her lips smacking together as if she were savouring the taste of Mondstadt's wine.

“I think I’d like some more.” She said throatily, a confident smirk on her face as she pushed her hair back and brought her tongue back to his cock. She ran her tongue from the base to his tip, a warm feeling of joy spreading through her as she heard The Captain’s sharp intake of breath.

She swirled her tongue across the tip of his dick, tasting the salty remains of his sweat and his precum. His dick, similar to the rest of his body, was colder than the average human’s. It was a novel experience for Mavuika. It was like licking a popsicle, but perhaps not quite that cold.

“I didn’t expect your dick to be as cold as the rest of you.” Mavuika chuckled in between the kisses she was planting across The Captain’s shaft.

“Is that a problem?” The Captain grunted out.

"Hm… not really. I'll warm you up good, don't you worry, Captain." She said with a confident smile and then took the head of his dick into her mouth.

“Fuck… Mavuika.” The Captain sighed, letting his head fall back onto the rocks as he surrendered to the blissful warmth of her mouth. She sucked gently on his head at first, exploring the underside of his tip with experimental flicks of her tongue.

Mavuika let The Captain’s dick rest in her mouth, bulging out of her cheeks as she supplemented her sucking with firm strokes at the base. Her other hand went to massage his balls, rubbing them in between her thumb and fingers.

She took her mouth off of The Captain's cock and kissed his tip, watching as it flinched on its own. Mavuika smirked, she loved seeing the effect she had on him. She planted another kiss, watching as it jerked and shuddered with every action she took.

“Mavuika..” The Captain growled. It seemed he was getting impatient with her teasing. She simply chucked as she continued kissing along his cock.

“Patience, Captain.” She whispered. “We don’t want to end this too soon, do we? I haven’t even gotten time to show off my tricks yet?”

“Then perhaps you should give me a demonstration?” The Captain was definitely growing frustrated now, and Mavuika loved it. This was The Captain who faced her at the stadium, the one who wasn’t afraid to fight for what he wanted.

Mavuika winked at The Captain, he was right after all. It was time for her to delve into her bag of tricks. She once again pulled her hair back, before taking his cock into her mouth again.

This time, she began to suck a lot harder. The Captain could feel her lips around his cock, trapping the air inside of her mouth and creating a suction that had him nearly coming undone. However, The Captain was a man of excellent self-control. He was not letting this end yet.

Mavuika slowly pushed her head down onto The Captain’s cock, relishing the feeling of his girth sliding through her mouth. She ran her tongue across the veins of his cock, her lips massaging the ridges of the muscle.

She brought her head back up, before beginning to bob her head up and down his length.

The Captain was becoming a lot more vocal now, soft moans and curses escaping his lips. He didn’t want anybody to hear him, so he gritted his teeth and bit his tongue as Mavuika used hers to coax as much noise from him as she could.

Mavuika, still with The Captain’s dick in her mouth, frowned as she noticed him trying to suppress his moans. Deep down, she took pride in the fact that it was her who was causing this usually stoic man to slowly come undone. However, hearing it had shifted Mavuika’s objectives altogether. She no longer wanted to simply reward him, she wanted to unravel him. His moans were a drug, and she was desperately chasing her next hit.

Mavuika began to bob her head faster along The Captain’s length, loud slurping noises coming from her mouth and throat as her saliva dripped from her mouth onto The Captain’s legs. She wondered how she looked right now. Did she look every bit as depraved as the women she had seen on the nights she took both men and women? The thought of looking so… wanton did something to her. She wanted to really let go.

Her breathing began to become a struggle. Still, Mavuika knew that she could hold her breath for a while, and so she continued to suck the dick of the Harbinger. In an attempt to get the man to make some more noise, she began to focus her attention on the tip of his dick. She suckled at the tip, lavishing extra attention on the sensitive underside of his glans whilst using her hand to stroke his shaft, twisting her hand for extra friction.

The Captain’s breaths were becoming more rapid, hurriedly being rushed out through his teeth as he desperately tried to remain quiet. Mavuika wasn’t sure why he was trying so hard. She’d already heard him moan and they were far enough away from anybody who would overhear them. She supposed the why didn’t matter. All that mattered is that she had to make him moan again, one way or another.

Mavuika got off of The Captain's cock with a loud gasp, her lungs doing their best to suck in the air that they had been deprived of. She stroked her hands alongside his cock, which by now was covered from tip to base in the saliva of the Pyro Archon. Her hands slid effortlessly along his cock, the sheer amount of saliva creating a 'Schlick' sound with every motion she made. It was time for her grand finale.

“Place your hands on my head, Captain.” Mavuika purred in a manner that to anybody else would seem out of character. But The Captain had seen a different side to the Archon tonight, and simply obliged. He had a feeling that even he wouldn’t be able to resist this.

Mavuika took his cock into her mouth for the final time, sinking it deeper into her mouth before it prodded at her throat. She could feel his head stroking along the walls at the back of her mouth, desperately wanting to move into her throat. Mavuika took a deep breath through her nostrils, before sinking her head down.

His cock pushed its way through the barrier of the Archon’s throat. He could feel the walls of her throat massaging his length, his entire dick surrounded in the sinful warmth of Mavuika’s throat. The same throat that once spoke inspiring words to the people of Natlan, and defiant words to himself, was now being used to swallow the cock of the First of the Fatui Harbingers.

He took a handful of her fiery hair in his hands, clutching it in his fists as Mavuika’s lips finally touched his pubis. “Oh… FUCK, Mavuika.” The Captain growled, seemingly forgetting about the vow of silence he took in the last five minutes.

Mavuika’s goal was accomplished, but it didn’t even seem to dawn in her mind as she began to bob her head up and down on his cock, enjoying the feeling of it sliding through her throat.

The Captain was no fool. He was certainly picking up on what Mavuika was putting down. A flash of her sun-shaped irises confirmed his suspicions, as he pressed down onto her head and forced her nose into his waist.

Mavuika moaned, the humming in her throat sending shockwaves along The Captain’s cock and through his body. He wouldn’t last much longer. Both he and Mavuika knew that. She continued to deepthroat his cock, the gagging noises she was unashamedly making spurring them both on.

The Captain was now breathing like he had run a marathon, he was doing everything in his considerable power to hold back his impending orgasm. But in his lust, he forgot to consider one detail. Mavuika may have been the one on her knees before him, but by no means was The Captain the one in control, the one with the power.

Mavuika and her dirty, sinful mouth were in control. She knew she could make him cum whenever she wanted, and it seemed like she was finally making her move.

The Archon fucked her face silly onto The Captain’s cock. She was struggling to breathe at this point, but that only further encouraged her. She WOULD make this man cum, or pass out trying.

She let out a few moans, hoping that her voice would be enough to tip the Harbinger over the edge. The Captain remained strong, but Mavuika could see that his strength was failing.

Mavuika used her hands to massage his balls once again, using every trick she could think of to get this man to cum. She would later on be quite impressed with his endurance, especially given that he hadn’t had sex for centuries before this point.

Regardless, all things must come to an end.

Mavuika’s attention to his balls and the rapid strokes she added to his shaft was the final straw. Looking into the eyes of the Archon, now half-lidded from pleasure with small tears running down her cheeks, he felt a sharp tightening in his abdomen.

“Mavuika… I’m- FUCK” The Captain shouted as he pushed Mavuika’s head as far down his penis as it would go, before unleashing centuries worth of cum down her throat.

“Ah-ah… shit-” The Captain panted, groaning and shaking as his unusually heightened senses made him acutely aware of the cum shooting out of his dick and into the mouth of a Goddess.

Said Goddess was reveling in her reward, wrapping her lips tightly around his shaft to ensure nothing was lost, and swallowing down as much as she could. Even though she was a Goddess, she still had to breathe, and she removed the cock from her throat, coughing as some of the cum got caught in her throat.

But it seemed the show wasn’t over, as The Captain fired two more spurts of cum directly onto the face of Mavuika. Mavuika was taken by surprise. She tried to focus on steadying her breathing, but her thoughts were moving at a million miles a minute.

Both she and The Captain took a minute or two to recompose themselves and calm their breathing down. The Captain recovered first and grabbed the towel he had been using to wipe his face to hand to Mavuika.

Mavuika looked at the towel confused for a minute, before The Captain motioned to his face. Mavuika suddenly burst out laughing, waving him off before using her fingers to wipe away the cum on her face.

She made sure to look The Captain directly in the eyes, as she raised her fingers to her mouth and, as she did once before, licked them clean in front of him.

The Captain simply watched her and let out a short laugh, shaking his head and muttering something about ‘Natlan Women’ before using the towel to wipe away the beads of sweat from his body, and the fluids from his dick.

"I told you I wanted some more," she said with a smile on her face, laughing at The Captain's surprise. She approached The Captain again, leaning down to whisper in his ear.

“Thank you for the support, Captain.” She then pressed a single kiss to his mask, a lot more chaste than her previous ones but one that contained a much different emotion. “It means a lot to me… and the people of Natlan.”

She then grabbed the towel at the other side of the spring, threw it over her shoulder and climbed out of the water as she made for the exit, swaying her hips in a way that made The Captain consider following her.

But no, that was enough excitement for one night. He cleaned himself up, his heart still racing after his amorous activities, and exited the spring.

His clothes were still in the hamper, and he quickly got dressed back into his Fatui uniform. What was usually such a comfort to him, his second skin almost had never felt like more of a burden to him.

As he looked into his reflection, he sighed to himself. The war must go on, and Natlan must be saved. But he could admit one thing to himself. If there was anybody who would make him reconsider his deal with the Lord of the Night, it would be the Pyro Archon, Mavuika.