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All of Poisson gathered to celebrate the anniversary of its rebuilding efforts. The interior of the cavernous city was bustling with revelers in a sort of carnivale environment. Outside, a sea of fancy inazuman fireworks lit up the sky. As the night wore on the festival did not abate, though the many homes and tents soon hosted the heady sounds of another type of celebration.
Tucked in a corner, in the Spina de la Rosula bosses’ hidden, private love nest…
“Ah~ Partner! So eager today~” Navia said with a pleasant gasp.
The boss’s skirt was hiked up just enough for a quickie. The world-famous Traveler held on to her hips (still firmly encased under her immaculately-woven corset) and rammed his cock right into her open and eager maidenhead.
“Mmm.” Navia hummed, eyes fluttering closed. “I love it when you – ah~ - fill me up, partner!”
The pair continued to rut, with Navia bent over a bedpost. Humping the boss of Spina Di Rosula had become a favorite pastime of the traveler from another world.
“Ah! Ah!” Navia squealed. “Mon Amor, let us not be hasty—oh, oui! Oui! Oui!!!”
Hearing Fontanian roll of Navia’s lips just made Aether fuck her harder. Despite clearly enjoying it, Navia pulled away.
“Ah, you make it hard to resist just going with the flow and riding to completion.” Navia turned around and wiggled onto her love nest’s rucksack. “But we can surely take our time, partner. Nobody’s going to notice the Boss has run off for awhile.And surely another couple enjoying themselves behind closed doors will scarcely go unremarked upon.”
Indeed, the sounds of other couples engaging in this typically Poisonnian method of celebration carried through the town’s various open windows and from out in the forests beyond the cavern.
Navia sat up on her elbows, facing Aether. Her skirt was askew, revealing that she’d tactically chosen to go without underwear. Her corset remained, perfectly containing her breasts and outlining her waist.
“Come, mon Cherie. Let’s ring in the New Y—mmpmph~”
More Fontainian. Aether barely registered his movements, closing the distance and burrowing his tongue between her lips. He pulled back with a smack, then greedily nibbled at her neck.
“Ohhh~” Navia moaned. “J'adore. J’adore. C'est tellement euphorisant.”
“Fuck~” Aether whispered. “Navia~”
The boss wrapped her legs around the Traveler. He needed no further invitation to press into her, once more joining the pair of very good partners at the thighs. Navia’s prodigious tracks of land were still contained in her black-and-gold corset. His fingers traced the fine laces.
“My love. So expensive.” Navia bit at her lips. “Mais je ne peux me retenir. Ravisse-moi, Voyageur.”
All this Fontanian spoken between the sheets just kind of caused Aether to go feral. His hands greedily tore the corset apart, leaving Navia exposed… and with no outfit to lace herself back up in to resume festivities. This was to be no mere quickie. They were in this love nest for the night.
Navia’s gloved hands drapped themselves around Aether’s neck to match her legs. Her breasts heaved as the Traveler continued his slow thrusts into her pulsing and eager la chatte. Duly, Aether noticed his hair braid had come undone. Matching blonde curtains intermixed, providing the couple with some modicum of privacy in their own intimate world.
“C'est incroyable,” the boss declared.
“You’re incroyable,” Aether managed, breathing hard.
The moan that escaped Navia’s lips surely alerted all of Poisson to the treatment its boss was receiving this night. Navia lost all inhibitions, let alone volume control. Aether was not far behind her.
The regal lady leaned up and gave a playful bite to Aether’s bottom lip. She released it after a quick moan from the Traveler, then gazed up at him. Blue eyes locked with gold.
“J'ovule, partenaire.”
Aether wasn’t sure what this meant in Teyvat Standard, but it sounded desperate and desirous. She pulled him closer.
Navia continued her bedroom eyes. “Mon plus grand désir est de perpétuer la famille Caspar. Je ne peux résister à cette envie, mon amour.”
On instinct, and with Navia’s enthusiastic moans as guidance, Aether’s hands groped and ran along her every curve. She was offering her body to him in full. Lovemaking was their language, and that language was clear as day.
“Oooooh~” Navia moaned. “S'il vous plaît, s'il vous plaît. Exaucez ma demande. J'en ai besoin. J'y aspire.”
“God, Navia, ah~ I can barely~”
Each syllable off her lips left the Traveler closer and closer to losing control.
“Allez-y. Remplissez-moi de cette bénédiction. Je désire plus que tout ce que vous pouvez pour réaliser ce miracle.”
“Navia~ yes~” Aether cried, sensing a breaking point.
The heiress’s body ached for him. He could feel her own climax about to boil over.
“Mon Voyageur, oui ! Oh, oui!”
The pair embraced, lips locking through their climaxes. They came together. Aether fills Navia up, Navia graciously receives him. Aether stayed inside her for a time, feeling the gentle pulsing rhythm of two lovers’ organs totally in sync.
The heiresses’ eyes fluttered. “Spina di Rosula est préservée pour une autre génération. Merci, mon amour. Et mon destin, je ne désire rien de plus au monde.”
Aether worked up the energy to detangle himself from his love. He kissed Navia’s eyelids, and rolled over beside her in bed.
“Tout le monde le saura,” Navia cooed. “Saura de qui je porte l'enfant. Et… je désire cela. Plus que tout. Être mère.”
“Je t'aime, partenaire,” the Traveler managed.
“… et moi, toi, mon partenaire chéri.” Navia exhaled, eyes closed.
Their hair and a change of clothes would be a problem for the next day. For now, they were spent. Navia lay on her back, completely bare to the world.
A soft snore escaped from Navia. Aether followed her soon after.
“Ton père est là-bas, quelque part.” Navia held the hands of a diminutive but cheerful blonde twin in each hand.
Together, the trio looked up to the stars.
“Maman, quand est-ce que papa reviendra?” asked the child to Navia’s right, the female twin.
“Un jour, ma petite. Une promesse est une promesse, après tout. La patience est tout ce dont nous avons besoin.”
The little ones saw their father’s face every day on the statue in the center of town. Motherhood and time had changed Navia a fair bit since the statue was commissioned. She adored every second of it. Why, the only part of her life that made Navia sad now was being separated by cosmic distances from her beloved.
A shooting star arced high over Teyvat. The children pointed to it eagerly.
“Papa! Papa!” yelled the young boy.
“En effet, c'est le cas.” Navia nodded.
The comet flew over Mondstadt, then curved, Fontaine-bound. Navia beamed with pride, knowing the Traveler had found his way home once more. Her husband. Her partner.
Mon étoile filante bien-aimée.