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Thinking of You

Happy Kinktober~

GENSHIN IMPACT Character x Fem!Reader Smut Stories

Continuation of @minty-stays-tired 's fic Been Thinking of You~

Word Count: 1.4k

Characters: Kazuha, Heizou, Scaramouche

Pairings: Kazuha x Heizou x Fem!Reader x Scaramouche

Warnings: ⚠️ MDNI 18+ ONLY ⚠️ Foursome, cheating(maybe), triple penetration, creampie, oral(giving and receiving), anal, sub/dom dynamics, teasing, multiple orgasms

Taglist: @stygianoir @silverwritesthings @genshinparty

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Heizou, Kazuha & Scaramouche

Feeling all three gazes on you staring at you longingly causes your face to become flushed as you allow Scaramouche to unbutton your blouse, "Y-yes…" you say breathlessly, your heart filling with fervor as the butterflies in your stomach flutter about. You assist Scaramouche's slow attempt at removing your blouse, tossing it haphazardly onto the floor, leaving you in your bra. 

Suddenly you feel hands trail down your back, causing you to shiver as the hands of Heizou unclasp your bra, letting it slide to the floor, "Incredible~," Heizou coos as the other two men stare at you with lust, licking their lips. Your erect nipples are begging to be teased as Scaramouche gets onto his knees, licking up your abdomen as you tremble. 

"S-scara…t-that tickles!" you cry out, entangling your fingers into his hair as a soft moan escapes your lips. Kazuha comes up from behind you, and with one swift movement, he pulls down your pants, revealing your mesh lace panties, and he chuckles.

"A perfect match just for us~?" He asks teasingly, grabbing your ass roughly in the process, but you are far too distracted by Scaramouche's quick work with his tongue to answer. Lusting for more, you pull Scaramouche's head up, kissing him passionately, parting your lips for his tongue. 

Heizou and Kazuha, feeling left out, look toward each other, both their cocks pressing up against their pants, begging for release. Feeling uncomfortable, they pull each other into a kiss, their hands lingering all over each other's body as they both find each other's hardened dick, and they both groan into the kiss, finally pulling away, "Come now, Scara…don't hog all of her," Heizou says, wiping his mouth from the accumulated saliva. 

You're the first to pull away; your face flushed a bright red, "S-share me…let me feel all of you," you say, panting, and Scaramouche grins wickedly, pushing you back onto the couch with force, spreading your legs wide.

"If that's what you wish, then so be it," Scaramouche growls, ushering toward Heizou and Kazuha.

Heizou promptly sits atop your abdomen, releasing his twitching cock from its prison, "Suck it, Doll," he coos, a mischievous glint sparkling in his jade eyes, and you oblige, taking his dick in your hand and giving gentle licks around its tip before wrapping your whole mouth around it. As you're sucking Heizou off, he groans, fingers pulling and twisting your nipples as you moan on his fat cock. 

Kazuha, seeing this, walks toward the armrest of the couch, "Me too, stroke my dick, Y/N," he says, voice low. His cock presses up against your free hand longingly, and you grab it gently, stroking painstakingly slow, up and down, and a heavenly moan escapes his lips, "Just like that, baby…."

Scaramouche smirks as he eyes the two men defiling you and pulling your panties away; his smile grows more prominent, seeing how wet you are for them. Getting back down onto his knees, his hands trail your thighs, grabbing hold of them roughly as you moan onto Heizou's cock from surprise. Taking a long slow lick across your slit Scaramouche pulls away, licking his lips, "Delicious~," he says as he continues to swirl his tongue around your clit. 

Letting out constant moans onto Heizou's dick, you can't take it anymore. You release yourself, a long strand of saliva hanging from your lip and the tip of his cock, "P-please…more. I want more.." you manage between pitiful moans from the constant teasing between Heizou's twisting and grazing and Scaramouche eagerly lapping up your juices, as you continue to stroke Kazuha's dick which now has his head thrown back from pleasure. 

"You heard her, boys," Heizou muses with a chuckle as he gets off of your abdomen, "Kazuha, dear, sit on the couch; let's let you have a turn~," he coos lovingly as you adjust yourself to make room for him.

As Kazuha sits on the couch, you immediately straddle him, guiding his long cock into your soaking cunt, "Mm—A-ah!" you groan from pleasure as your cunt wraps around his dick with ease as you start bouncing up and down, your breasts jiggling with each pleasurable spring, "O-oh! A-ahh~!" you continue to cry out, mixing your sounds with Kazuha's heavy pants.

Scaramouche positions himself behind you, spreading your asscheeks wide open, and he groans, "How lovely. I love the way you're riding his cock, my pet…" he murmurs as his cock twitches. Spitting on his finger, he starts circling your asshole before shoving it in forcefully, causing you to scream from overstimulation, "Easy now, baby," Scaramouche says, grinning at your reaction as he trusts his finger in and out of your ass, "You haven't felt anything yet…" he continues as he inserts another finger causing you to tilt your head back and cry out.

"More! More! Morrree~!" you scream out, and Kazuha trails his hand down your abdomen to play with your clit. 

"You're being much too noisy…let's fix that, shall we?" Kazuha says mischievously, nodding toward Heizou, who shoves his cock back into your mouth roughly, and your eyes roll to the back of your head, "Oh fuck yeah, baby…I love the faces you make," he says affectionately as he continues to mess with your clit making slow then fast circles. 

As your asshole adjusts to Scaramouche's fingers, he pulls them away, causing you to whine on Heizou's constant thrusts as your hips continue to bounce atop Kazuha's cock. Aligning his dick with your willing hole, he spits onto his hand, rubbing his cock with his saliva, and with one slow push, he thrusts into your ass, feeling Kazuha's dick thrust in and out of you as you cry out, "F-fuck. You're so tight."

Tears start welling at the corners of your eyes as your cries are muffled, "Crying already~?" Heziou coos, wiping your tears away with his thumbs, "Such a pity~."

Feeling yourself tip over the edge, you attempt to pull yourself away from Heizou's cock, but he slams your head down onto his dick roughly, holding your head there, and you groan. The vibrations of your moan cause him to tilt his head back as hot liquid coats your mouth tasting slightly salty. Heizou rips his cock away, his cum dribbling from your mouth as you swallow the rest, catching your breath, "Fuck, Dollface! That's so sexy…" he muses, slapping the side of your face with his cock, shoving his fingers down your mouth.

"I-I'm gonna cum…!" you manage to say with Heizou's fingers down your throat, slamming your sloppy cunt down onto Kazuha's dick, causing him to remove his fingers from your clit with a groan, digging his fingers into your hips as he assists in moving your hips up and down. With your free hands, you spread your asscheeks for Scaramouche, who continues thrusting his thick cock in and out of your ass, your walls beginning to clench around the two of them as you suck and lick Heizou's fingers.

Raising his hand, Scaramouche slaps your ass, causing it to jiggle, and you cry out, "Such a fucking slut you are, taking all three of us…," he growls, his thrust becoming more brutal, faster, and rough as you continue to cry out pathetically. Railing his cock into your ass, he hitches in a breath, trying so desperately not to cum, but the clenching of your asshole is too much, causing him to tremble as his hot seed explodes into your ass, "F-fuck!" Scaramouche groans, pulling his dick out of your ass, admiring the way his viscous cum drips out of the widened hole, "Such a pretty sight~," he coos, licking his lips and enjoying the sound of your cries and moans.

Becoming a bubbling babbling mess, Kazuha is in a state of euphoria, his head tilts back, "H-hng a-ah~," he groans out, now clutching onto your hips tightly as you continue to grind onto him, "Y-Y/N i-it's too much, I'm going to c-cum.." Kazuha murmurs, now bucking his own hips into you. With one final thrust he hits your sweet spot as his cock twitches, exploding inside of you. 

And feeling his cock twitch inside you, hitting your sweet spot, you near your finale. Ripping Heizou's fingers from your mouth you begin to scream in delight, "A-AH! I'm c-cumming~!" you shout out, your wet cunt gushing all over Kazuha's dick as your walls tighten. Abruptly pulling Kazuha's dick out, you collapse backwards into Scaramouche's arms as a mixture of your cum, Kazuha's, and Scaramouche's dribble out onto the couch.

"Tsk, tsk…such a mess we made," Scaramouche says, wrapping his arms around your trembling body as you ride out your high.

"You took us so well, Y/N!" Heizou beams at you, chuckling at your flushed panting expression.

"Let's clean you up, shall we?" Kazuha invites, "A nice warm bath will do~"

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Source for the gif in this please?

Hihi! It's from Ore no Yubi de Midarero!!

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Ik this random and probably not what you do but if u could could you please do sub albedo, thanks

Hihi Darlin! I would love to do this request for you, but few questions first~

Was there a specific scenario you had in mind for this fic?

Or do you just want me to wing it~?(I kinda have some idea for this, but I'd love to hear your ideas first and see which one I wanna go with)

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omg your abyss princess reader fic.. unrelease that shit 🔥🔥🔥

If you're interested in seeing me write other things, feel free to put in requests. But for now, I'm writing what I find motivating and if what I'm writing just so happens to be something you personally don't like, then just scroll and move past. Please don't waste your precious time on someone like me just to send hate. It's not worth it.

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you need work on your writing. plain criticism darling.

With all due respect, I don't really need to work on much as this is not a professional setting. This is a blog for fun, which means I get to write however I want to. Thank you for your advice, though; I greatly appreciate it, sweetie pie. 🥰

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what anime was that gif from woven secrets lmfao

That's a great question! I actually have no idea 😭🤣

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Smitten for You

GENSHIN IMPACT Character x Fem!Reader Smut Stories

Word count: 1.6k+

Continuation of my SFW version

Characters: Tighnari

Pairings: Tighnari x Fem!Reader

Warnings: ⚠️ MDNI 18+ ONLY ⚠️ breeding kink, under the influence, penetration, Tighnari calls reader "bunny", unprotected sex

Taglist: @stygianoir

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Tighnari

The sun hangs lazily in the sky as you peer up from your hand, blocking the sun's rays before you let out a long, dull sigh. Not being a skilled fighter had its disadvantages, as you couldn't see Tighnari as often. You had been expecting him to return today from one of his excursions, yet time wasn't on your side, and having been impatient, you started pacing around, cleaning things here and there. Finally, when you have been fed up with waiting, you plop yourself down dramatically across the sofa and close your eyes, feeling yourself drift into a tired slumber.

"-/N..." you hear a gentle, familiar tone, and your eyes open drowsily, "Y/N, you shouldn't be sleeping here; you'll catch a cold, silly," and wiping the sleep from your eyes, they adjust, and you smile wide, greeting your lovers twinkling hazel eyes. Tighnari crouches down, ears twitching and tail wagging, "I've missed you; I'm sorry I was gone for a few days, but really? Just what am I going to do with you, sleeping on the couch like this," he says lovingly as you simply wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him gently.

"I missed you too," you admit, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, "How was your trip?" you inquire, pulling away from the warm embrace and adjusting yourself on the couch to make room for him.

Tighnari's eyes light up as he sits next to you, his tail swishing back and forth before he finally speaks up, "Well, I discovered a new species of flora, though I don't quite know the side effects of it yet," he says pulling out his incense container. You grin mischievously, snatching it away cheekily, "H-hey now! Please be careful with that!" Tighnari asserts while a worried expression clings to his face as he lunges forward to try and grab it back from you, not even taking into deliberation proximity as his body presses up against yours, your arm extended far away from his.

Blushing furiously and out of instinct, you fling his container to the floor and gasp as it lands on the floor with a thud. Tighnari looks at you, shocked, as a purple gas begins to pour out, "O-oh no! Tighnari, I'm so sorry!" you quickly say, rushing to grab it, but you're held back by a familiar warmth.

"Don't!" Tighnari scolds, holding you back against his chest and sighing abruptly; he continues, "I told you you need to be careful; let me grab it, cover your nose and mouth, quickly!" and doing as he says, you slide off of his lap, covering up. Still, a strange tingling sensation starts coursing through your veins, and you have an insatiable yearning to kiss him, your gut growing warm, and your face flushes.

Feeling dizzy, you stroll over to him as if your body is doing it without thinking, "Hey, Tighnariii~" you muse with a smile, half skipping to him, with your arms behind your back, "I love you sooooo much, this much!" you say playfully, your arms reaching as wide as they can and Tighnari perks up, clutching the incense holder close to his chest as he turns to face you, studying your flushed expression.

As if a light bulb went off in his head, his tail sways back and forth quickly as he hears your modest yet adorable words of reverence, "Hmm, it seems this flora is relatively harmless. It causes one to become smitten; it seems like," he mumbles to himself, closing the container swiftly, stopping the fumes from accumulating further. Now focusing his attention on you, he sighs affectionately, "As always, just what am I going to do with you?" he coos as you cling to him.

Fumbling with the brim of his pants, you look up at him adorably, your breaths hitching as your face becomes flushed, "Tighnari~," you whine, "I want you…."

Catching a whiff of your sudden heat, Tighnari's ears become alert, "Fascinating…." he mutters, salivating at the scent you were producing. And swallowing his saliva, he feels his manhood harden against your touch, "Not only does this flora cause one to become smitten, but the one affected produces a most peculiar scent," Tighnari says, licking his lips hungrily, guiding your hands over the button decorating his pants. 

Feeling his hardened cock, you giggle, "Awh~ You're hard already?" you muse, and Tighnari lets out a low pleasurable growl.

"If you talk like that, I won't be able to hold back…," Tighnari says, baring his teeth, his ears drooping as his face becomes flushed. 

"Then don't," you say mischievously, grabbing hold of his dick and gently stroking upwards as it twitches against your palm; you grin.

With a ravenous snarl, Tighnari abruptly picks you up and, with a thrust, tosses you back onto the couch. Your scent drives him crazy, and leaning over you as he crashes his lips hungrily against yours, tongues intertwining, he rips your shirt off with ease. His lingering hands find your nipples as he twists them between his fingers. Finally, with a heavy breath, he pulls away as you glance up at him, panting. Your gentle moans cause his tail to swish, thinking how he wants so badly to fill you up with his pups. 

Tighnari begins trailing his hands down your abdomen, "I hope you know what you're getting yourself into," he speaks up, unable to control himself as your scent tickles his nose. Like a rabid dog, drool accumulates at the corners of his mouth as he licks across his fangs. The tightness of his pants becomes more uncomfortable as his cock longs to burst free. 

Feeling drunk from the lingering fumes, you can't help but giggle at Tighnari's reaction to you, "Please, Tiggy~," you plead pitifully, raising your hips upward, grinding your hips against his as he groans out. 

Clutching onto your skirt, Tighnari lifts it, revealing your soaking panties, the source of the sickly sweet scent that drove him crazy; he sighs affectionately, spreading your legs further. Taking a deep breath, he positions his fingers just above your clothed cunt, "You smell incredible…," Tighnari murmurs, playfully swiping a finger across your slit, and you whimper, shuddering under his brief touch. 

"N-Nari…," you call out breathlessly, hooking your thumbs under the sides of your panties, pulling them down, exposing your glistening cunt. 

Being hit with your sweet aroma, Tighnari grows dizzy from fervor and lets out a deep growl, unable to contain himself anymore; he flips you over onto your stomach, taking out his pulsating dick as it glistens with precum, "I'm going to fill you up with my pups, little Bunny," he asserts, spreading your asscheeks, to reveal your slick hole. 

Shoving your head to the pillow, Tighnari positions his cock, and with a heavy thrust, arranges your insides as you scream out, the pillow muffling your cries. Tighnari groans as his ears flatten against his head, "My Bunny is so tight~," he coos, thrusting in again. 

You whine relentlessly, moaning words of encouragement, as Tighnari mercilessly thrusts in and out of you, his balls hitting your clit each time, "Hng, fuck y-yes, Tiggy~," you manage to say between moans, now bobbing your hips along with him eagerly. 

"You like that, Bunny~?" Tighnari asks breathlessly before pulling out, much to your dismay, "Don't get too comfortable; I'm not even close to filling you up," he explains, now flipping you back over, pushing your legs up close to your head. At the sight of your messy cunt, Tighnari's tail sways back and forth, his dick throbbing for more. And aligning himself once more, he envelopes his dick around your tight folds, his thumb making gentle circles around your clit. 

"F-fill me with your pups, T-tiggy~," you plead between his relentless teasing of your clit. 

Growling between his thrusts, Tighnari leans down toward your breasts, giving gentle licks and nibbles to your sensitive buds. His ears tickle your face as you moan softly into them, causing him to thrust harder into you, and you squeal, "A-ah~!" you feel yourself reaching your crescendo as he hits your sweet spot repeatedly. Draping your arms around his shoulders, you dig your nails into his flesh, leaving a mark.

Peeking up from your breasts, Tighnari's flushed rabid expressions tip you over the edge, "Fuck, Bunny, you're getting so tight," and removing himself from your breasts; he leans back up, grabbing hold of your hips as he thrusts into you mercilessly. 

You gush around his cock as you cry out, "F-fuck, I'm c-cumming~!" feeling the tightening and squeezing of your walls as he pushes your legs further into the air, still thrusting into you, his cock throbbing for release, you cling onto his clothes, "T-tiggy~, oh fuck~," you whine as your cunt pulsates around his dick.

And keeping a steady rhythm, Tighnari beams down at you, "Well done, my sprout~," he coos as you shudder beneath him, your cum giving that all too familiar scent he enjoys. Tighnari's cock spasms as he catches a whiff of your sweet aroma, and he can no longer hold back, thrusting deeply into you as his hot seed paints your walls, "Oh, fuck, Bunny…my pups just couldn't wait~," he muses as he pants heavily, continuing his slow thrusts into you as if to save the last drop of his cum from coming out. Finally, he pulls out slowly, and a strand of your cum clings to his cock, and you lick your lips from satisfaction.

"Tighnari~," you coo, reaching toward his face and cupping it as his tail wags, "Was that enough research~?"

His ears sprout up, nearly forgetting what had gotten them in this predicament in the first place, and with a chuckle, he pulls out his notebook and begins jotting down:

New species of flora detected.

When made into incense causes one to become smitten and emit pheromones. Must try different variations of storage to gather full effects. 

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Thinking of You

Happy Kinktober~

GENSHIN IMPACT Character x Fem!Reader Smut Stories

Continuation of @minty-stays-tired 's fic Been Thinking of You~

Word Count: 1.4k

Characters: Kazuha, Heizou, Scaramouche

Pairings: Kazuha x Heizou x Fem!Reader x Scaramouche

Warnings: ⚠️ MDNI 18+ ONLY ⚠️ Foursome, cheating(maybe), triple penetration, creampie, oral(giving and receiving), anal, sub/dom dynamics, teasing, multiple orgasms

Taglist: @stygianoir @silverwritesthings @genshinparty

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Heizou, Kazuha & Scaramouche

Feeling all three gazes on you staring at you longingly causes your face to become flushed as you allow Scaramouche to unbutton your blouse, "Y-yes…" you say breathlessly, your heart filling with fervor as the butterflies in your stomach flutter about. You assist Scaramouche's slow attempt at removing your blouse, tossing it haphazardly onto the floor, leaving you in your bra. 

Suddenly you feel hands trail down your back, causing you to shiver as the hands of Heizou unclasp your bra, letting it slide to the floor, "Incredible~," Heizou coos as the other two men stare at you with lust, licking their lips. Your erect nipples are begging to be teased as Scaramouche gets onto his knees, licking up your abdomen as you tremble. 

"S-scara…t-that tickles!" you cry out, entangling your fingers into his hair as a soft moan escapes your lips. Kazuha comes up from behind you, and with one swift movement, he pulls down your pants, revealing your mesh lace panties, and he chuckles.

"A perfect match just for us~?" He asks teasingly, grabbing your ass roughly in the process, but you are far too distracted by Scaramouche's quick work with his tongue to answer. Lusting for more, you pull Scaramouche's head up, kissing him passionately, parting your lips for his tongue. 

Heizou and Kazuha, feeling left out, look toward each other, both their cocks pressing up against their pants, begging for release. Feeling uncomfortable, they pull each other into a kiss, their hands lingering all over each other's body as they both find each other's hardened dick, and they both groan into the kiss, finally pulling away, "Come now, Scara…don't hog all of her," Heizou says, wiping his mouth from the accumulated saliva. 

You're the first to pull away; your face flushed a bright red, "S-share me…let me feel all of you," you say, panting, and Scaramouche grins wickedly, pushing you back onto the couch with force, spreading your legs wide.

"If that's what you wish, then so be it," Scaramouche growls, ushering toward Heizou and Kazuha.

Heizou promptly sits atop your abdomen, releasing his twitching cock from its prison, "Suck it, Doll," he coos, a mischievous glint sparkling in his jade eyes, and you oblige, taking his dick in your hand and giving gentle licks around its tip before wrapping your whole mouth around it. As you're sucking Heizou off, he groans, fingers pulling and twisting your nipples as you moan on his fat cock. 

Kazuha, seeing this, walks toward the armrest of the couch, "Me too, stroke my dick, Y/N," he says, voice low. His cock presses up against your free hand longingly, and you grab it gently, stroking painstakingly slow, up and down, and a heavenly moan escapes his lips, "Just like that, baby…."

Scaramouche smirks as he eyes the two men defiling you and pulling your panties away; his smile grows more prominent, seeing how wet you are for them. Getting back down onto his knees, his hands trail your thighs, grabbing hold of them roughly as you moan onto Heizou's cock from surprise. Taking a long slow lick across your slit Scaramouche pulls away, licking his lips, "Delicious~," he says as he continues to swirl his tongue around your clit. 

Letting out constant moans onto Heizou's dick, you can't take it anymore. You release yourself, a long strand of saliva hanging from your lip and the tip of his cock, "P-please…more. I want more.." you manage between pitiful moans from the constant teasing between Heizou's twisting and grazing and Scaramouche eagerly lapping up your juices, as you continue to stroke Kazuha's dick which now has his head thrown back from pleasure. 

"You heard her, boys," Heizou muses with a chuckle as he gets off of your abdomen, "Kazuha, dear, sit on the couch; let's let you have a turn~," he coos lovingly as you adjust yourself to make room for him.

As Kazuha sits on the couch, you immediately straddle him, guiding his long cock into your soaking cunt, "Mm—A-ah!" you groan from pleasure as your cunt wraps around his dick with ease as you start bouncing up and down, your breasts jiggling with each pleasurable spring, "O-oh! A-ahh~!" you continue to cry out, mixing your sounds with Kazuha's heavy pants.

Scaramouche positions himself behind you, spreading your asscheeks wide open, and he groans, "How lovely. I love the way you're riding his cock, my pet…" he murmurs as his cock twitches. Spitting on his finger, he starts circling your asshole before shoving it in forcefully, causing you to scream from overstimulation, "Easy now, baby," Scaramouche says, grinning at your reaction as he trusts his finger in and out of your ass, "You haven't felt anything yet…" he continues as he inserts another finger causing you to tilt your head back and cry out.

"More! More! Morrree~!" you scream out, and Kazuha trails his hand down your abdomen to play with your clit. 

"You're being much too noisy…let's fix that, shall we?" Kazuha says mischievously, nodding toward Heizou, who shoves his cock back into your mouth roughly, and your eyes roll to the back of your head, "Oh fuck yeah, baby…I love the faces you make," he says affectionately as he continues to mess with your clit making slow then fast circles. 

As your asshole adjusts to Scaramouche's fingers, he pulls them away, causing you to whine on Heizou's constant thrusts as your hips continue to bounce atop Kazuha's cock. Aligning his dick with your willing hole, he spits onto his hand, rubbing his cock with his saliva, and with one slow push, he thrusts into your ass, feeling Kazuha's dick thrust in and out of you as you cry out, "F-fuck. You're so tight."

Tears start welling at the corners of your eyes as your cries are muffled, "Crying already~?" Heziou coos, wiping your tears away with his thumbs, "Such a pity~."

Feeling yourself tip over the edge, you attempt to pull yourself away from Heizou's cock, but he slams your head down onto his dick roughly, holding your head there, and you groan. The vibrations of your moan cause him to tilt his head back as hot liquid coats your mouth tasting slightly salty. Heizou rips his cock away, his cum dribbling from your mouth as you swallow the rest, catching your breath, "Fuck, Dollface! That's so sexy…" he muses, slapping the side of your face with his cock, shoving his fingers down your mouth.

"I-I'm gonna cum…!" you manage to say with Heizou's fingers down your throat, slamming your sloppy cunt down onto Kazuha's dick, causing him to remove his fingers from your clit with a groan, digging his fingers into your hips as he assists in moving your hips up and down. With your free hands, you spread your asscheeks for Scaramouche, who continues thrusting his thick cock in and out of your ass, your walls beginning to clench around the two of them as you suck and lick Heizou's fingers.

Raising his hand, Scaramouche slaps your ass, causing it to jiggle, and you cry out, "Such a fucking slut you are, taking all three of us…," he growls, his thrust becoming more brutal, faster, and rough as you continue to cry out pathetically. Railing his cock into your ass, he hitches in a breath, trying so desperately not to cum, but the clenching of your asshole is too much, causing him to tremble as his hot seed explodes into your ass, "F-fuck!" Scaramouche groans, pulling his dick out of your ass, admiring the way his viscous cum drips out of the widened hole, "Such a pretty sight~," he coos, licking his lips and enjoying the sound of your cries and moans.

Becoming a bubbling babbling mess, Kazuha is in a state of euphoria, his head tilts back, "H-hng a-ah~," he groans out, now clutching onto your hips tightly as you continue to grind onto him, "Y-Y/N i-it's too much, I'm going to c-cum.." Kazuha murmurs, now bucking his own hips into you. With one final thrust he hits your sweet spot as his cock twitches, exploding inside of you. 

And feeling his cock twitch inside you, hitting your sweet spot, you near your finale. Ripping Heizou's fingers from your mouth you begin to scream in delight, "A-AH! I'm c-cumming~!" you shout out, your wet cunt gushing all over Kazuha's dick as your walls tighten. Abruptly pulling Kazuha's dick out, you collapse backwards into Scaramouche's arms as a mixture of your cum, Kazuha's, and Scaramouche's dribble out onto the couch.

"Tsk, tsk…such a mess we made," Scaramouche says, wrapping his arms around your trembling body as you ride out your high.

"You took us so well, Y/N!" Heizou beams at you, chuckling at your flushed panting expression.

"Let's clean you up, shall we?" Kazuha invites, "A nice warm bath will do~"

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Woven Secrets Part Two

Happy Kinktober~

GENSHIN IMPACT Character x Fem!Reader Smut Stories

Word Count: 3.2k

Characters: Il Dottore and Scaramouch, featuring Pantalone and Childe

Pairings: Doctor!Il Dottore x AbyssPrincess!Reader x VirginPrince!Scaramouche

Warnings: ⚠️ MDNI 18+ ONLY ⚠️ Medical setting, virginity loss(Scaramouche), power play, dom/sub dynamics, oral(giving and receiving), anal, established poly relationships, double penetration, creampie, squirting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dacryphilia, ass slapping

Taglist: @stygianoir @silverwritesthings @genshinparty

Special thanks to Silver for bouncing ideas back and forth with me!

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Il Dottore & Scaramouche

Waking up, you felt familiar warmth pressed against both sides and rubbing your eyes groggily; you're met with the kind faces of Pantalone and Childe, who nuzzle you affectionately, "Good morning Princess~!" Childe muses, kissing your cheek. And blushing, you adjust, turning to the two men, but not without sudden discomfort.

"Ouch!" you cry out, making a pained face, suddenly remembering what had transpired the night before, "Dadddyyyy, Master…my body hurts," you whine to the two concerned young men.

"Oh goodness me. Were we too rough with you yesterday? Perhaps we should take you to Zandik," Pantalone says with a frown on his face, pulling you close to him and kissing the top of your forehead. 

Flinching at the thought of going to see Dottore, you shiver. Dottore was not a kind man by any means, and he always wanted to inspect you further, much to your dismay. Yet, deep down, he always made you feel good. He was always wanting more while you were begging for more. Shaking off the thought, you gulp, "Do I have to?" you ask innocently, batting your lovely lashes at the two who were now tugging you to and from each other, showering you with kisses.

"You must," Pantalone says, stroking the top of your head lovingly.

"For once, I agree with you, 9th," Childe chimes in, his fingers trailing at the hem of your night dress. 

Feeling discouraged, you sigh, "Okay…I suppose it wouldn't hurt. I am quite pained, especially after," you trail off, casting your gaze downwards shyly, "N-nevermind that!" you say quickly, waving your hands in front of your face, your face turning a rosy hue.

"Never mind, what, Princess~?" Childe tests, kissing your fingertips playfully.

Feeling your face growing warmer, you cover your cheeks up, hiding your embarrassed expression, "Please don't tease me~," you plead playfully, looking at Pantalone for help, but he merely chuckles.

"Now, now, you two," Pantalone starts, "We need to help Princess get ready," he explains, pulling the two of you apart, and giving Childe a harsh glare.

Helping you out of bed gently, the two of them help guide you to the wardrobe, sitting you down. While Childe brushes through your delicate hair, Pantalone goes through the closet, pondering what to dress you in. Taking a moment, he pulls out a modest light blue dress with cream-colored lace accents, "This shall do. It's easy to move in, and the fabric is lightweight, perfect for recovery, isn't that right, Princess~?"  Pantalone teases.

Blushing furiously, you shoot a cute glare his way, "Daddy!" you pout, and you hear a chuckle behind you, "Not you too, Master! Hmph," you huff, folding your arms across your chest. 

And finally, after a short while, you're dressed, your hair adorned with two cute braids, and admiring yourself in the mirror, you hug the both of them, "Thank you, Daddy, Master~! I feel pretty as always," you giggle happily, clasping your hands together.

"As you always should, Princess," they both chime in, kissing the top of your head affectionately, "Now shall we be off?" Pantalone asks, and you nod. 

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The walk to Dottore's office is long and arduous, so Childe and Pantalone take turns carrying you; after much bickering back and forth, you finally stop them, deciding to walk the rest of the way hand in hand so they'd stop fighting over you and finally, you arrive. 

The doors leading into Dottore's office were daunting. Swallowing hard, you turn your heels towards an expecting Pantalone and Childe, giving them a quick kiss on their cheeks, "Will you come and get me later?" you ask, batting your pretty lashes. 

"Anything for you, Princess~," they both coo, hugging you before waving you off. 

Opening the large doors, you step into the office, eyeing your surroundings. Papers and books are strewn about. Random glowing vials which you assumed were potions of sorts, lined the walls giving the room a gentle blue hue. Taking a seat on the lone chair by his desk, you wait patiently until you hear a clatter and shouting in the adjacent room. Getting up from the comfort of your chair, you head toward the muffled sounds, pressing your ear up against the door. 

"Scaramouche. The electro energy in your system is becoming entirely too concentrated. It would be best if you found a way to release this energy before it becomes uncontrollable," a muffled Dottore says with concern. 

"Enough! I was created of electro energy itself. I can control myself," Scaramouche's voice boomed as he shoved a tray of medical supplies to the floor with another loud clatter, "I'm done here," he scoffs, making his way toward the door, opening it only for you to fall into him.

"I—," you start, pushing your hands away from Scaramouche's chest, but he's quick to grab you by the waist, preventing you from falling, "P-Prince, m-my deepest apologies. I couldn't help but overhear—"

"So noisy," Scaramouche says gruffly, shoving you to the side and placing his hands in his pocket, preparing to walk out the door when Dottore chimes up.

"Ah, hello, Princess~ Is there something I can do for you? I do apologize for Scaramouche. You know he tends to get even more foul-tempered whenever you're around. Perhaps it's something I should study more of…." Dottore jests playfully. 

Stopping in his tracks, Scaramouche is about to say something when you interject, "Greetings to you, Doctor. Daddy and Master said it's time for my check-up," you say politely, curtsying toward him. 

"Well, don't just stand there; come on in, Princess~, and Scaramouche? I implore you to stay. Let me show you how to channel your excess energy," Dottore says, a mischievous glint in his crimson eyes, gesturing for the two of you to come closer.

"Come here, Princess~ Let me get a good look at you," he says as you step up onto the examination table and sit down. Dottore, reaching over, gently strokes your cheek causing you to shiver, "My, my... they really did quite the number on you, darling. Tsk tsk, it seems I may have to lecture your caretakers about how to take care of my little test subject properly," he coos, pushing you down onto the table, hoisting up your dress, "Let's start the examination, shall we~?"

Scaramouche scoffs, "Must I really be here for this?" Resting his body up against the doorframe with his arms across his chest as he eyes the two of you intently.

"This is a perfect opportunity for you, Scaramouche. Show us how well you can control yourself," Dottore says, slapping on a pair of medical gloves before he spreads your legs further apart, exposing your raw cunt, and you flinch, expecting his cold and methodical touch.

Feeling all eyes on you, you hide your face from embarrassment, and finally, you feel Dottore's gentle fingertips trail up your thigh, giving your thigh a tight squeeze, "D-Doctor…it hurts a little, p-please, I'm sensitive today," you whine, hoping maybe today he would show mercy. 

"I can't watch this," Scaramouche starts, but Dottore's voice stops him.

"Can't? Or won't~?" Dottore asks, continuing to squeeze your thighs before giving them a rough slap, causing you to cry out, "Surely you must feel something for the Princess," he presses playfully, "Look, you're even lingering when you could have left already~," Dottore chuckles, preparing two of his fingers, "Now come here, and let me show you how it's done," he says, voice dangerously low as he shoves his fingers abruptly up your cunt, immediately finding your sweet spot, causing you to let out a squeal.

"Enough of this!" Scaramouche shouts, striding over to the two of you, grabbing hold of Dottore's wrist, "I—," and noticing your flushed facial expression, his mouth begins salivating and swallowing, "I don't care about this... foolish desire of yours," he continues, feeling his gut twist and wrench over your vulnerable state as his manhood presses eagerly against his pants. 

"Could have fooled me, Mouchie~," Dottore starts, looking Scaramouche up and down, his crimson gaze lingering on the outline of Scaramouche's dick, "You say that but your body is betraying you," he says, removing Scaramouche's grasp as he thrusts his fingers in your wet cunt once more.

"Don't call me that, Doctor," Scaramouche says in disgust, swiping his hand away.

"A-ah—!" you moan softly; the discomfort of his thrusts cause your eyes to water as you glance up toward Scaramouche pathetically, "My P-Prince…please, Doctor is being much too rough," you plead with him, searching his disgusted lavender gaze, but they soften for a brief moment.

Reaching over, Scaramouche brushes a strand of your hair away from your face, "You're being much too noisy, my little Sakura," he murmurs just loud enough for you to hear, "Fine, Doctor. I'll prove to you how well I can control myself. Hold down her wrists," he commands, and you gasp, trembling.

"Excellent!" Dottore says, letting out an ominous chuckle and removing his fingers; your slick juices stick to his gloves, "Now, Princess, Darling. You best behave for us~," Dottore coos, taking off his gloves and leaning over to boop your nose affectionately before pinning your wrists above your head, leaving you completely vulnerable, "Why don't you start, slow, Mouchie~? This is your first time, after all, isn't it? Eat her out," Dottore says nonchalantly. 

Plopping himself on the chair between your legs, Scaramouche licks his lips, taking a good look at your tantalizing womanhood. Feeling a crackle of electricity course through his veins in anticipation, he props your legs up over his shoulders, scooting you closer to his mouth and feeling his breath hitch; you hold your own, "L-like this?" he asks nervously, giving your slit a gentle lick and you shudder.

"P-Prince…," you mutter, as Dottore smiles wickedly above you, "Just like that…" you say breathlessly.

Appreciating your taste, his tongue ventures deeper, grazing over your clit and getting hooked on your flavor; Scaramouche lets out a pleasurable groan, his tongue continuously flicking at your clit before he gently bites at it, causing you to whimper. He can't help himself any longer. A small jolt of electro energy shocks you, causing you to tip over the edge, cumming lustrously in his mouth as he eagerly laps it all up, like a rabid dog, pulling you closer to him, now addicted as his cock aches for more. 

"I must say, I'm impressed, Scaramouche. I didn't think you had it in you~!" Dottore muses, noticing how you tremble from pleasure as he grins down at you, his own cock longing for more, "Now, let me show you how it's done," he says, releasing your wrists, making his way toward Scaramouche and pulling him away from your messy cunt.

You cry out as Scaramouche releases his mouth from your clit as it begs for more, "No—p-please don't stop," you beg pitifully, your dainty fingers sliding down towards your slit as you start making circles around your clit, your soft, pathetic moans ringing out.

Smirking, Scaramouche wipes his mouth on his sleeve, "So needy, aren't you? Maybe we can put your mouth to good use…" he says, looking up toward Dottore, who nods at him. Getting up, Scaramouche circles around you, "Be good for me. Get on your hands and knees, now," Scaramouche commands, reaching to remove his throbbing dick from his pants.

Dottore being beside himself with glee, helps you turn around, "Be a good little patient and do as he says, my little test subject~," Dottore coos, spreading your asscheeks apart, admiring the way you're dripping with lust. Positioning himself, his long cock springs out of his pants as he releases his button, "Is my test subject ready?" Dottore asks lovingly, giving your ass a hard smack. 

"J-just give it to me already," you beg, wiggling your ass upward, and Dottore groans at your show, "I…I want to feel both your big cocks in me~," you babble, forgetting about your previous pain.

"Well, you heard her, Mouchie~! Let's give her what she wants, hmm?" Dottore says gleefully, aligning himself with your cunt as he thrusts his cock into you with a glorious groan, your walls squeezing around him.

"I told you not to call me that, Doctor!" Scaramouche seethes as you let out a small squeak, driving Scaramouche to kiss you roughly, his tongue finding your parted lips as you accept him fully and pulling away, "You best stay quiet, little Sakura…otherwise, I may not be able to control myself," he says quietly, positioning his dick towards your mouth as you eagerly grasp it. 

"A-ah—," you moan as Dottore continues his thrusts. 

You start licking around the tip of Scaramouche's dick, lapping up his precum, and he leans his head back in pleasure, hitching in a breath. Entangling his fingers in your hair, he pulls on it, causing you to groan, but he's quick to thrust his dick deep in your mouth, shutting you up, "I said—be. Quiet," Scaramouche growls as he continues his intense thrusts into your mouth. 

Feeling your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your cries are muffled. Dottore is slow with his thrusts, taking in your tight cunt with multiple groans of exhilaration, "You're so tight, Princess~!" he says delightfully as you arch your back, taking him entirely.

Using your tongue, you eagerly lick across Scaramouche's girth as he continues his rhythmic jabs, and you feel his cock twitch in your mouth, "F-fuck—," Scaramouche groans as you start moving your hips along with Dottore's thrusts. 

Dottore, grinning wildly, grasps your hips, digging his nails into your bare flesh, and slams you onto his lengthy cock, causing you to gag on Scaramouche's dick. Throwing his head back, Dottore starts laughing as he slams you repeatedly onto his cock, "What a brilliant test subject you are, Princess. You're taking us so well~!" he muses, raising his hand to slap your ass once more, leaving behind a bright red handprint. 

Your muffled cries grow louder with each thrust as tears start streaming down your face, unable to keep up with the brutality they show. Scaramouche, taking notice of this, grins wickedly, "Now that's the face I want to see!" he coos, wiping your stream of tears away, "Doing so good for us, our little slut."

Starting to feel bored, Dottore slows his thrusts and spreads your asscheeks apart, "Your other hole is looking so lonely, Princess," he says with a frown, putting a single finger to his lips as he spits on it, "Actually, I have a better idea!" he chuckles, wiping his wet finger on his shirt as he removes his cock from your slick cunt, much to your dismay, "Scaramouche, let's change things up, shall we~?" 

"At your command, Doctor," Scaramouche says with a grunt as he also removes his dick from your mouth. 

Finally being able to breathe correctly, you catch your breath, wondering what else they have in store for you, "H-how do you want me~?" you eagerly ask, wanting nothing more than to feel their cocks inside you once more. 

Dottore sits on the chair behind you, his cock still twitching, "I want you, Princess, to sit in my lap. Now be a good test subject for me and take my cock in your ass, hmm~?" he asks as he strokes his cock for you and you nod.

Sliding off the table, you take off your dress, leaving yourself utterly bare for them and positioning yourself; you spread your cheeks for him and ease yourself on Dottore's cock with a pained squeal, "I-it hurts~!" you manage to say, gritting your teeth. 

While your ass adjusts to the length of Dottore's cock, you spread your legs wide to allow room for Scaramouche, who is now looming over you, aligning his cock with your cunt, "Oh sweet Sakura…," Scaramouche murmurs, kissing you on the top of your head as he slowly pushes in his dick. Feeling Dottore's small thrusts within, Scaramouche groans as his cock hits the back of your walls. Ultimately leaning down, his lips find yours once more in a fiery display of passion, tongues intertwining as you eagerly accept him with small moans into his mouth.

Dottore snakes his hands around your chest and finds your erect nipples with ease; he pulls and twists them teasingly. You can't hold back anymore, "What a promising test subject you are! Taking us both at the same time~" he murmurs in your ear as his thrusts into your ass becomes more ruthless.

Scaramouche once again silences your cries of pleasure, his tongue swirling around your mouth as his fingers make quick work of your clit. Feeling your toes start to curl, your walls start clenching around their dicks, and they both moan simultaneously. Pulling away from the kiss, you cry out, "I'M C-CUMMING~!" you scream, clutching onto Scaramouche's shirt as your cunt sprays all over his dick.

"Oh, f-fuck!" Scaramouche groans, thrusting into you harder to keep up with Dottore, and you squeal louder, "I-I can't hold back anymore, little Sakura," he says breathlessly, and with a final thrust, his hot seed explodes into your messy cunt. 

Dottore grins wide, slamming your hips down, forcing you to take the entire length of his cock, "Take it, my little test subject... Take us," he whispers against your ear as you continue to let out loud moans, "Well done!" Dottore happily says with a groan, your ass tightening around his cock as he struggles to keep up any longer. With a few more thrusts, his dick starts dripping with precum and pulling out; he paints your ass with his cum, "Goodness me~! What a mess." Dottore confesses, eyeing your trembling body, "Tsk tsk, a shame you came first, darling!"

Pulling out his dick, Scaramouche seals his lips with yours once more before pulling away, admiring the way his cum drips out of your cunt as you collapse onto his chest, "Little Sakura is so needy. Doctor, check her out for real this time. I'm sure she's in pain after that," Scaramouche gently says, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, and all you can muster is a whimper in response, your body still shaking.

Nodding in response, Dottore scoops you up carefully, placing you back on the table gently, "How are you feeling, Princess?" he asks inquisitively, pressing his lips to your forehead lovingly. 

Not being able to hold back your tears, they bubble over, "I'm so sore, D-Doctor!" you whine, shifting yourself to find a comfortable position, "Can you help me? I promise I'll be good... It hurts!" you plead pitifully.

"Tsk, tsk, Princess. You've forgotten; you've already been so good!" Dottore praises, and Scaramouche nods in response, agreeing with him, "Here, little one, take this, and you should be good as new~," he explains, taking out a vial of glowing blue liquid and handing it to you.

Taking it in your hand, you uncork the vial, and with a quick swig, you down it, and your whole body starts to tingle. After a few moments, you feel rejuvenated and reinvigorated, "Wow!" your eyes grow wide as they sparkle happily, "I feel good as new~! Thank you, Doctor~!" you muse cheerfully, giving both Dottore and Scaramouche a kiss on the cheek.

"Now, you should be getting dressed, little Sakura. Pantalone and Childe will be coming shortly, and I'm sure you don't want to anger them, now, do you?" Scaramouche instructs, handing you your dress. 

Quickly getting dressed, you twirl around for them adorably, feeling much better, and with a teasing glance, you say, "I could almost go for a round two~!"

[albaedough]

Woven Secrets Part Two

Happy Kinktober~

GENSHIN IMPACT Character x Fem!Reader Smut Stories

Word Count: 3.2k

Characters: Il Dottore and Scaramouch, featuring Pantalone and Childe

Pairings: Doctor!Il Dottore x AbyssPrincess!Reader x VirginPrince!Scaramouche

Warnings: ⚠️ MDNI 18+ ONLY ⚠️ Medical setting, virginity loss(Scaramouche), power play, dom/sub dynamics, oral(giving and receiving), anal, established poly relationships, double penetration, creampie, squirting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dacryphilia, ass slapping

Taglist: @stygianoir @silverwritesthings @genshinparty

Special thanks to Silver for bouncing ideas back and forth with me!

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Il Dottore & Scaramouche

Waking up, you felt familiar warmth pressed against both sides and rubbing your eyes groggily; you're met with the kind faces of Pantalone and Childe, who nuzzle you affectionately, "Good morning Princess~!" Childe muses, kissing your cheek. And blushing, you adjust, turning to the two men, but not without sudden discomfort.

"Ouch!" you cry out, making a pained face, suddenly remembering what had transpired the night before, "Dadddyyyy, Master…my body hurts," you whine to the two concerned young men.

"Oh goodness me. Were we too rough with you yesterday? Perhaps we should take you to Zandik," Pantalone says with a frown on his face, pulling you close to him and kissing the top of your forehead. 

Flinching at the thought of going to see Dottore, you shiver. Dottore was not a kind man by any means, and he always wanted to inspect you further, much to your dismay. Yet, deep down, he always made you feel good. He was always wanting more while you were begging for more. Shaking off the thought, you gulp, "Do I have to?" you ask innocently, batting your lovely lashes at the two who were now tugging you to and from each other, showering you with kisses.

"You must," Pantalone says, stroking the top of your head lovingly.

"For once, I agree with you, 9th," Childe chimes in, his fingers trailing at the hem of your night dress. 

Feeling discouraged, you sigh, "Okay…I suppose it wouldn't hurt. I am quite pained, especially after," you trail off, casting your gaze downwards shyly, "N-nevermind that!" you say quickly, waving your hands in front of your face, your face turning a rosy hue.

"Never mind, what, Princess~?" Childe tests, kissing your fingertips playfully.

Feeling your face growing warmer, you cover your cheeks up, hiding your embarrassed expression, "Please don't tease me~," you plead playfully, looking at Pantalone for help, but he merely chuckles.

"Now, now, you two," Pantalone starts, "We need to help Princess get ready," he explains, pulling the two of you apart, and giving Childe a harsh glare.

Helping you out of bed gently, the two of them help guide you to the wardrobe, sitting you down. While Childe brushes through your delicate hair, Pantalone goes through the closet, pondering what to dress you in. Taking a moment, he pulls out a modest light blue dress with cream-colored lace accents, "This shall do. It's easy to move in, and the fabric is lightweight, perfect for recovery, isn't that right, Princess~?"  Pantalone teases.

Blushing furiously, you shoot a cute glare his way, "Daddy!" you pout, and you hear a chuckle behind you, "Not you too, Master! Hmph," you huff, folding your arms across your chest. 

And finally, after a short while, you're dressed, your hair adorned with two cute braids, and admiring yourself in the mirror, you hug the both of them, "Thank you, Daddy, Master~! I feel pretty as always," you giggle happily, clasping your hands together.

"As you always should, Princess," they both chime in, kissing the top of your head affectionately, "Now shall we be off?" Pantalone asks, and you nod. 

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The walk to Dottore's office is long and arduous, so Childe and Pantalone take turns carrying you; after much bickering back and forth, you finally stop them, deciding to walk the rest of the way hand in hand so they'd stop fighting over you and finally, you arrive. 

The doors leading into Dottore's office were daunting. Swallowing hard, you turn your heels towards an expecting Pantalone and Childe, giving them a quick kiss on their cheeks, "Will you come and get me later?" you ask, batting your pretty lashes. 

"Anything for you, Princess~," they both coo, hugging you before waving you off. 

Opening the large doors, you step into the office, eyeing your surroundings. Papers and books are strewn about. Random glowing vials which you assumed were potions of sorts, lined the walls giving the room a gentle blue hue. Taking a seat on the lone chair by his desk, you wait patiently until you hear a clatter and shouting in the adjacent room. Getting up from the comfort of your chair, you head toward the muffled sounds, pressing your ear up against the door. 

"Scaramouche. The electro energy in your system is becoming entirely too concentrated. It would be best if you found a way to release this energy before it becomes uncontrollable," a muffled Dottore says with concern. 

"Enough! I was created of electro energy itself. I can control myself," Scaramouche's voice boomed as he shoved a tray of medical supplies to the floor with another loud clatter, "I'm done here," he scoffs, making his way toward the door, opening it only for you to fall into him.

"I—," you start, pushing your hands away from Scaramouche's chest, but he's quick to grab you by the waist, preventing you from falling, "P-Prince, m-my deepest apologies. I couldn't help but overhear—"

"So noisy," Scaramouche says gruffly, shoving you to the side and placing his hands in his pocket, preparing to walk out the door when Dottore chimes up.

"Ah, hello, Princess~ Is there something I can do for you? I do apologize for Scaramouche. You know he tends to get even more foul-tempered whenever you're around. Perhaps it's something I should study more of…." Dottore jests playfully. 

Stopping in his tracks, Scaramouche is about to say something when you interject, "Greetings to you, Doctor. Daddy and Master said it's time for my check-up," you say politely, curtsying toward him. 

"Well, don't just stand there; come on in, Princess~, and Scaramouche? I implore you to stay. Let me show you how to channel your excess energy," Dottore says, a mischievous glint in his crimson eyes, gesturing for the two of you to come closer.

"Come here, Princess~ Let me get a good look at you," he says as you step up onto the examination table and sit down. Dottore, reaching over, gently strokes your cheek causing you to shiver, "My, my... they really did quite the number on you, darling. Tsk tsk, it seems I may have to lecture your caretakers about how to take care of my little test subject properly," he coos, pushing you down onto the table, hoisting up your dress, "Let's start the examination, shall we~?"

Scaramouche scoffs, "Must I really be here for this?" Resting his body up against the doorframe with his arms across his chest as he eyes the two of you intently.

"This is a perfect opportunity for you, Scaramouche. Show us how well you can control yourself," Dottore says, slapping on a pair of medical gloves before he spreads your legs further apart, exposing your raw cunt, and you flinch, expecting his cold and methodical touch.

Feeling all eyes on you, you hide your face from embarrassment, and finally, you feel Dottore's gentle fingertips trail up your thigh, giving your thigh a tight squeeze, "D-Doctor…it hurts a little, p-please, I'm sensitive today," you whine, hoping maybe today he would show mercy. 

"I can't watch this," Scaramouche starts, but Dottore's voice stops him.

"Can't? Or won't~?" Dottore asks, continuing to squeeze your thighs before giving them a rough slap, causing you to cry out, "Surely you must feel something for the Princess," he presses playfully, "Look, you're even lingering when you could have left already~," Dottore chuckles, preparing two of his fingers, "Now come here, and let me show you how it's done," he says, voice dangerously low as he shoves his fingers abruptly up your cunt, immediately finding your sweet spot, causing you to let out a squeal.

"Enough of this!" Scaramouche shouts, striding over to the two of you, grabbing hold of Dottore's wrist, "I—," and noticing your flushed facial expression, his mouth begins salivating and swallowing, "I don't care about this... foolish desire of yours," he continues, feeling his gut twist and wrench over your vulnerable state as his manhood presses eagerly against his pants. 

"Could have fooled me, Mouchie~," Dottore starts, looking Scaramouche up and down, his crimson gaze lingering on the outline of Scaramouche's dick, "You say that but your body is betraying you," he says, removing Scaramouche's grasp as he thrusts his fingers in your wet cunt once more.

"Don't call me that, Doctor," Scaramouche says in disgust, swiping his hand away.

"A-ah—!" you moan softly; the discomfort of his thrusts cause your eyes to water as you glance up toward Scaramouche pathetically, "My P-Prince…please, Doctor is being much too rough," you plead with him, searching his disgusted lavender gaze, but they soften for a brief moment.

Reaching over, Scaramouche brushes a strand of your hair away from your face, "You're being much too noisy, my little Sakura," he murmurs just loud enough for you to hear, "Fine, Doctor. I'll prove to you how well I can control myself. Hold down her wrists," he commands, and you gasp, trembling.

"Excellent!" Dottore says, letting out an ominous chuckle and removing his fingers; your slick juices stick to his gloves, "Now, Princess, Darling. You best behave for us~," Dottore coos, taking off his gloves and leaning over to boop your nose affectionately before pinning your wrists above your head, leaving you completely vulnerable, "Why don't you start, slow, Mouchie~? This is your first time, after all, isn't it? Eat her out," Dottore says nonchalantly. 

Plopping himself on the chair between your legs, Scaramouche licks his lips, taking a good look at your tantalizing womanhood. Feeling a crackle of electricity course through his veins in anticipation, he props your legs up over his shoulders, scooting you closer to his mouth and feeling his breath hitch; you hold your own, "L-like this?" he asks nervously, giving your slit a gentle lick and you shudder.

"P-Prince…," you mutter, as Dottore smiles wickedly above you, "Just like that…" you say breathlessly.

Appreciating your taste, his tongue ventures deeper, grazing over your clit and getting hooked on your flavor; Scaramouche lets out a pleasurable groan, his tongue continuously flicking at your clit before he gently bites at it, causing you to whimper. He can't help himself any longer. A small jolt of electro energy shocks you, causing you to tip over the edge, cumming lustrously in his mouth as he eagerly laps it all up, like a rabid dog, pulling you closer to him, now addicted as his cock aches for more. 

"I must say, I'm impressed, Scaramouche. I didn't think you had it in you~!" Dottore muses, noticing how you tremble from pleasure as he grins down at you, his own cock longing for more, "Now, let me show you how it's done," he says, releasing your wrists, making his way toward Scaramouche and pulling him away from your messy cunt.

You cry out as Scaramouche releases his mouth from your clit as it begs for more, "No—p-please don't stop," you beg pitifully, your dainty fingers sliding down towards your slit as you start making circles around your clit, your soft, pathetic moans ringing out.

Smirking, Scaramouche wipes his mouth on his sleeve, "So needy, aren't you? Maybe we can put your mouth to good use…" he says, looking up toward Dottore, who nods at him. Getting up, Scaramouche circles around you, "Be good for me. Get on your hands and knees, now," Scaramouche commands, reaching to remove his throbbing dick from his pants.

Dottore being beside himself with glee, helps you turn around, "Be a good little patient and do as he says, my little test subject~," Dottore coos, spreading your asscheeks apart, admiring the way you're dripping with lust. Positioning himself, his long cock springs out of his pants as he releases his button, "Is my test subject ready?" Dottore asks lovingly, giving your ass a hard smack. 

"J-just give it to me already," you beg, wiggling your ass upward, and Dottore groans at your show, "I…I want to feel both your big cocks in me~," you babble, forgetting about your previous pain.

"Well, you heard her, Mouchie~! Let's give her what she wants, hmm?" Dottore says gleefully, aligning himself with your cunt as he thrusts his cock into you with a glorious groan, your walls squeezing around him.

"I told you not to call me that, Doctor!" Scaramouche seethes as you let out a small squeak, driving Scaramouche to kiss you roughly, his tongue finding your parted lips as you accept him fully and pulling away, "You best stay quiet, little Sakura…otherwise, I may not be able to control myself," he says quietly, positioning his dick towards your mouth as you eagerly grasp it. 

"A-ah—," you moan as Dottore continues his thrusts. 

You start licking around the tip of Scaramouche's dick, lapping up his precum, and he leans his head back in pleasure, hitching in a breath. Entangling his fingers in your hair, he pulls on it, causing you to groan, but he's quick to thrust his dick deep in your mouth, shutting you up, "I said—be. Quiet," Scaramouche growls as he continues his intense thrusts into your mouth. 

Feeling your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your cries are muffled. Dottore is slow with his thrusts, taking in your tight cunt with multiple groans of exhilaration, "You're so tight, Princess~!" he says delightfully as you arch your back, taking him entirely.

Using your tongue, you eagerly lick across Scaramouche's girth as he continues his rhythmic jabs, and you feel his cock twitch in your mouth, "F-fuck—," Scaramouche groans as you start moving your hips along with Dottore's thrusts. 

Dottore, grinning wildly, grasps your hips, digging his nails into your bare flesh, and slams you onto his lengthy cock, causing you to gag on Scaramouche's dick. Throwing his head back, Dottore starts laughing as he slams you repeatedly onto his cock, "What a brilliant test subject you are, Princess. You're taking us so well~!" he muses, raising his hand to slap your ass once more, leaving behind a bright red handprint. 

Your muffled cries grow louder with each thrust as tears start streaming down your face, unable to keep up with the brutality they show. Scaramouche, taking notice of this, grins wickedly, "Now that's the face I want to see!" he coos, wiping your stream of tears away, "Doing so good for us, our little slut."

Starting to feel bored, Dottore slows his thrusts and spreads your asscheeks apart, "Your other hole is looking so lonely, Princess," he says with a frown, putting a single finger to his lips as he spits on it, "Actually, I have a better idea!" he chuckles, wiping his wet finger on his shirt as he removes his cock from your slick cunt, much to your dismay, "Scaramouche, let's change things up, shall we~?" 

"At your command, Doctor," Scaramouche says with a grunt as he also removes his dick from your mouth. 

Finally being able to breathe correctly, you catch your breath, wondering what else they have in store for you, "H-how do you want me~?" you eagerly ask, wanting nothing more than to feel their cocks inside you once more. 

Dottore sits on the chair behind you, his cock still twitching, "I want you, Princess, to sit in my lap. Now be a good test subject for me and take my cock in your ass, hmm~?" he asks as he strokes his cock for you and you nod.

Sliding off the table, you take off your dress, leaving yourself utterly bare for them and positioning yourself; you spread your cheeks for him and ease yourself on Dottore's cock with a pained squeal, "I-it hurts~!" you manage to say, gritting your teeth. 

While your ass adjusts to the length of Dottore's cock, you spread your legs wide to allow room for Scaramouche, who is now looming over you, aligning his cock with your cunt, "Oh sweet Sakura…," Scaramouche murmurs, kissing you on the top of your head as he slowly pushes in his dick. Feeling Dottore's small thrusts within, Scaramouche groans as his cock hits the back of your walls. Ultimately leaning down, his lips find yours once more in a fiery display of passion, tongues intertwining as you eagerly accept him with small moans into his mouth.

Dottore snakes his hands around your chest and finds your erect nipples with ease; he pulls and twists them teasingly. You can't hold back anymore, "What a promising test subject you are! Taking us both at the same time~" he murmurs in your ear as his thrusts into your ass becomes more ruthless.

Scaramouche once again silences your cries of pleasure, his tongue swirling around your mouth as his fingers make quick work of your clit. Feeling your toes start to curl, your walls start clenching around their dicks, and they both moan simultaneously. Pulling away from the kiss, you cry out, "I'M C-CUMMING~!" you scream, clutching onto Scaramouche's shirt as your cunt sprays all over his dick.

"Oh, f-fuck!" Scaramouche groans, thrusting into you harder to keep up with Dottore, and you squeal louder, "I-I can't hold back anymore, little Sakura," he says breathlessly, and with a final thrust, his hot seed explodes into your messy cunt. 

Dottore grins wide, slamming your hips down, forcing you to take the entire length of his cock, "Take it, my little test subject... Take us," he whispers against your ear as you continue to let out loud moans, "Well done!" Dottore happily says with a groan, your ass tightening around his cock as he struggles to keep up any longer. With a few more thrusts, his dick starts dripping with precum and pulling out; he paints your ass with his cum, "Goodness me~! What a mess." Dottore confesses, eyeing your trembling body, "Tsk tsk, a shame you came first, darling!"

Pulling out his dick, Scaramouche seals his lips with yours once more before pulling away, admiring the way his cum drips out of your cunt as you collapse onto his chest, "Little Sakura is so needy. Doctor, check her out for real this time. I'm sure she's in pain after that," Scaramouche gently says, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, and all you can muster is a whimper in response, your body still shaking.

Nodding in response, Dottore scoops you up carefully, placing you back on the table gently, "How are you feeling, Princess?" he asks inquisitively, pressing his lips to your forehead lovingly. 

Not being able to hold back your tears, they bubble over, "I'm so sore, D-Doctor!" you whine, shifting yourself to find a comfortable position, "Can you help me? I promise I'll be good... It hurts!" you plead pitifully.

"Tsk, tsk, Princess. You've forgotten; you've already been so good!" Dottore praises, and Scaramouche nods in response, agreeing with him, "Here, little one, take this, and you should be good as new~," he explains, taking out a vial of glowing blue liquid and handing it to you.

Taking it in your hand, you uncork the vial, and with a quick swig, you down it, and your whole body starts to tingle. After a few moments, you feel rejuvenated and reinvigorated, "Wow!" your eyes grow wide as they sparkle happily, "I feel good as new~! Thank you, Doctor~!" you muse cheerfully, giving both Dottore and Scaramouche a kiss on the cheek.

"Now, you should be getting dressed, little Sakura. Pantalone and Childe will be coming shortly, and I'm sure you don't want to anger them, now, do you?" Scaramouche instructs, handing you your dress. 

Quickly getting dressed, you twirl around for them adorably, feeling much better, and with a teasing glance, you say, "I could almost go for a round two~!"

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Woven Secrets

GENSHIN IMPACT Character x Fem!Reader Smut Stories

Word count: 3.8k+

Characters: Pantalone and Childe

Pairings: DaddyDom!Pantalone x AbyssPrincess!Reader x Master!Childe

Warnings: ⚠️ MDNI 18+ ONLY ⚠️ DD/LG, Princess play, oral(giving and receiving), creampie, double facial, threesome, multiple orgasms, masturbation, public sex, exhibitionism, squirting, fingering, power play, voyeurism, sub/dom dynamics, penetration, choking

Taglist: @stygianoir @silverwritesthings

Special thanks to Silver for bouncing ideas back and forth with me and providing some awesome quotes!

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Pantalone/ Childe

"Princess—," 

A familiar voice calls as you peek up from the solace of your blankets with a sleepy yawn, hair disheveled and sleep still lingering in your eyes. 

"Come now, let me help pick you out something to wear, or we'll be late for Daddy's meeting," the voice continues, pulling back the curtains to allow a beam of sunlight to shine into the room as you squint. 

Eyes adjusting, you're met with the gentle expression of Pantalone, who now strides over to you to sit on the side of the bed as you beam at him, "Daddy~! I had so many good dreams of you that I didn't even want to wake up," you explain, pouting, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Is that so~?" Pantalone chuckles, "Well, I'm pleased to hear that, but we really must be getting ready, come on, up you go," he says gently, swiftly picking you up in his arms and carrying you to the entrance of the wardrobe, then promptly putting you down, "Tell me, Princess, what color would you like to wear today?" 

"Pink! With lots of lace~!" you say, bubbling over with excitement at the thought of being adorned with soft pink silks and beautifully crafted lace, "And bows!" you add, picturing your dream outfit as if it was already on your petite frame.

"Oh, my precious Doll. Daddy has just the dress for you. You'll look stunning when I'm finished dressing you," Pantalone says gently, a small smile appearing across his lips as he looks down at you. Opening up the wardrobe, Pantalone rummages through the bountiful closet, pulling out the dress of your dreams. 

Eyes growing wide, you study the fine detail on the dress. A soft pink dress made of silk with golden detailing hung out in front of you. Taking hold of it, you notice how heavy it is due to the many petticoats, but upon further inspection, it was adorned with lace around the sleeves and collar, and placed directly in the back was a large bow. Giving an excited squeal, you lunge toward Pantalone as he catches you by your waist, "It's perfect~ Just what I wanted, Daddy," you state proudly, kissing Pantalone on the cheek softly. 

"Good, this one was a gift from young Master Childe, and we'll see him today. I'm sure he will be pleased," Pantalone says with a smile, and you freeze for a moment. 

Your Master, Childe, could be a tad harsher than Pantalone, yet, you didn't mind his advances or harsh words; after all, you were their toy. A plaything of sorts, one they can doll up and tease relentlessly any time they desire. Yet, Pantalone always ensures you are comfortable, for you are his precious Princess. 

"Master will be there too?!" you say, eyes twinkling, "C-can you make me extra pretty?" you ask sweetly, wanting to impress your young Master. 

"Princess, you are already stunning," Pantalone explains, pulling your night dress up over your head, "Just look at you~," he coos, guiding you toward the mirror, your bare body staring back at you. You blush deeply, covering yourself up, "Don't cover yourself up, Darling. Let me take a good look at you," Pantalone continues; a glint of hunger flashes across his eyes as he licks his lips.

"Yes, Daddy…" you say, dejected, slowly removing your arms and placing them at your side. 

Coming from behind you, Pantalone wraps one of his arms around you, grasping your chin, so you face toward the mirror, "Simply astounding, Princess," he murmurs, licking his lips, "Princess, must you always look so appetizing?" Pantalone persists, and you blush heavily, avoiding his eye contact, "I must say, Daddy knows just how you can please him today, but not now; we must get you dressed."

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Getting ready was no easy feat as you whine when he brushes through your hair to style it. With simple words of affirmation, Pantalone finally calms you down as he puts the final touches on your look. Standing proud beside you, he gives you a knowing look that his work here is done. 

Dolled up in what could only be a dress made for a Princess, you beam at him, giving him a twirl, "I feel so pretty, Daddy! Thank you so much~," you say, clasping your hands together happily. 

"As you should, Princess," he says, smiling, "Now, let's be off, shall we?" Pantalone extends his arm for you to grab on, and you nod.

The walk to the meeting hall was lively as your small heels clicked happily along the grand marble flooring as you chirped and hummed along, admiring your pretty dress along the way. When the two of you arrive, you're greeted by ten familiar figures, and suddenly, your chest becomes tight until you see a friendly firey orange-haired young man with playful sapphire eyes. Smiling sweetly at him, you curtsy adorably, "Greetings to the Harbingers, loyal and true to the Tsaritsa," you say, the young Master giving you the courage you needed to greet the others. 

"You may rise, Princess," a tall man with half a mask says, approaching the two of you, who is none other than Pierro, The Joker. He bows swiftly at your presence, and you take a step back to hide behind Pantalone, who gently squeezes your hand protectively, assuring you that everything will be okay.

"Now that we are all accounted for, take your seats and let the meeting commence," Pierro states, leading everyone into the grand meeting room. 

You take your seat upon Pantalone's lap, your favorite place to sit, and claiming a seat next to you is Childe, who grins at you mischievously. You smile sweetly at him and giggle, leaning toward him, "Hello, Master~ I wore this dress just for you," you whisper in his ear.

Pantalone, not liking the attention you were providing Childe, he squeezes your hips to keep you still as you wriggle uncomfortably on his lap, grazing his clothed manhood with your bare ass. He hitches in a breath, loving the thought of you not wearing any undergarments, "You must be quiet, Princess. The meeting is starting," he says, delivering Childe a slight glare. 

"As you all were made aware, there have been recent sightings of Treasure Hoarders attacking unarmed caravans," Pierro starts, folding his hands under his chin, "We must get to the bottom of this as they're targeting ones we have been. These materials they're stealing are detrimental to the success of the Tsaritsa. I suspect someone has been leaking information to them."

Getting antsy and drowning out the meeting, you adjust your hips once more, and Pantalone lets out a very quiet groan in your ear, and you perk up, starting to feel his hardened cock across your thigh. Covering your mouth so you wouldn't gasp, you blush furiously, "Princess; you're making Daddy very hard. ." he murmurs in your ear. 

"I-I'm sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean to," you whisper back, catching the eye of Pierro, who clears his throat and continues his discussion.

In the meantime, Pantalone grabs hold of your inner thigh underneath your dress, gently trailing his fingers across your delicate skin, causing you to make a flustered facial expression. You feel him smirking behind you, "D-daddy. ." You whine quietly, feeling your gut clench from excitement.

"Princess," Pierro's sudden voice rang through the meeting hall, causing you to flinch, "If you cannot behave, I must ask you to return to your quarters."

"My apologies, 1st," Pantalone says, "I'll be sure to keep her in check," he continues, his fingers persisting to trail upwards, lingering just shy of your wet folds, and you whimper, nodding in agreement, "Say you're sorry, Princess."

"My sincerest apologies, my Lord; I'll be a good girl," you say with a bow of your head, squirming your hips against Pantalone's dick in return, excited for more.

And lifting you briefly, Pantalone slams you back down, keeping you pinned against him, "Take Daddy's cock out for him, will you?" he says quietly, pressing his lips against your ear. 

You comply, not wanting to cause any more disturbances, subtly reaching below the table to hoist up your skirt, doing quick work to release his twitching cock, and it's fast to find itself between your thighs as it rests against your slick cunt. Pushing your hips forward, you want to whimper, but stop yourself. 

Slowly Pantalone guides his dick into your hole, and you cover your mouth as you feel the presence of his cock insert your cunt, "Best be quiet, Princess. Daddy doesn't want to get caught," Pantalone murmurs against your ear and, with a smirk, thrusts his hips into you gently, causing you to bite your lip with pleasure, wanting so badly to call out his name.

Childe, taking notice of your facial expressions, lets out a quiet chuckle, knowing precisely what's happening. And leaning toward Pantalone, he whispers something into Pantalone's ear, and Pantalone nods.

Suddenly you feel Childe's firm grip upon your thigh, and you look toward him with a confused expression, and he winks at you, smirking mischievously. Between Pantalone's gentle thrusts and Childe's grip, you want to scream. Slowly Childe's hand trails toward your clit, flicking it roughly, and you let out a tiny squeak, promptly covering your mouth, hoping no one else heard you. 

Once you realize no one paid any mind, you start to grind your hips to the rhythm of Pantalone's thrusts, feeling his cock twitch inside of you; you spread your legs further apart, giving Childe more room to ruthlessly tease your clit. Needing so badly to cry out, your breathing becomes shallow, and feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head, you close your eyes to cover up your pleasure. 

As Pierro continues the conference, the other Harbingers give their takes; all the while, Pantalone calmly lifts your hips up and roughly pushes them back down while Childe twists and flicks at your clit, over and over again.

"D-Daddy, Mas-master, I-I can't take it anymore," you manage to say quietly between heavy breaths as you continually ride Pantalone's dick. You were indebted to the dress you were wearing. Otherwise, you were sure you'd get caught.

"Easy now, Doll, you're doing so well. Remember, you can't let anyone hear you~," Childe coos quietly into your ear.

"11th. Must I ask you to leave as well?" Pierro barks; now all attention is on the three of you.

"Oh, no. Not at all~! I was just telling the Princess here that the meeting is almost over, that's all. Besides, she's looking a little antsy, no?" Childe says with a grin, his fingers continuing to run circles around your clit as you squirm.

The bastard.

And leaning toward you, Childe places a gentle kiss on your cheek and, pulling away; he gives you a knowing smile, "Yes, your Lordship, what Master Childe says is the truth," you say, trying to keep your voice steady as you bounce up and down on Pantalone's dick, all the Harbingers now looking directly at you, taking notice of your squirming as they give you a quizzical look, "I-I'm just tired is all," you state, your voice faltering.

"Very well. We'll wrap this up; the meeting is adjourned!" Pierro proclaims as the Harbingers scatter, but Pierro stays behind, "I trust the Princess will be better behaved next time, 9th; she is under your care after all," he says, placing a rough hand on Pantalone's shoulder.

"She shall get proper punishment; I assure you, 1st," Pantalone smiles as Pierro leaves the room, leaving you, Childe, and Pantalone alone. 

And finally, a moan escapes your pretty lips, "D-Daddy, Master. . .please," you plead with a willingness.

"Yes, Princess?" they both say, hunger in their voice. 

"F-fuck me good~," you murmur, and that was all Pantalone needed to lift you off his cock and place you onto the table, spreading your legs wide and hitching up your dress to expose your sensitive, raw cunt. 

"Young Master Childe has been waiting patiently for you; why don't you please him next, Princess?" Pantalone speaks, his cock still throbbing for more, but he has other plans to take care of it, "I've prepped you long enough~," he coos, moving a strand of hair from your face and behind your ear as you nuzzle into the warmth of his hand.

"Yes, Daddy~, anything for you or Master," you say eagerly, lifting your dress even further so Childe can get a good look at you.

Smiling, obviously pleased at the state of your cunt, Childe cuts in between you and Pantalone, aligning himself with your folds as he takes out his massive cock, "Be a good little Doll and scream out my name," he insists, slowly pushing in the tip of his girth, and you squeal.

While adjusting to the thickness of Childe's dick Pantalone gets onto the table on his knees, his cock still hard from the previous ordeal, and he positions himself close to your mouth, 

"You'll suck Daddy's cock, won't you, Princess?" he asks sweetly, his voice dripping like honey.

"A-ah~, M-master!" you call out toward Childe, who now picks up his pace, groaning. And nodding toward Pantalone, you eagerly wrap your hand around his cock and start making circles around the tip of his head with your tongue, tasting the mildly salty flavor of his precum and your own slick. Bobbing your head up and down on his shaft, Pantalone grabs your hair, gently pulling on it, and you moan onto his cock, causing vibrations, and he groans.

"F-fuck, Doll. I hate to interrupt, but your pussy is so tight for your Master~," Childe coos, thrusting his hips roughly into you, and Pantalone shoots him a glare.

"Don't you dare cum in my Princess' cunt or make them take that low-quality semen of yours, 11th," Pantalone seethes with a groan as you continue sucking and moaning on his cock. 

Yet unbeknownst to you, Childe was tipping over the edge from how tight you are for him, your walls clenching around his girth perfectly, as if your wet cunt was explicitly made for him, and it drove him crazy. Digging his fingers deeper into your hips, he pulls you closer to him roughly, and his hot cum spills all over your insides as you cry out onto Pantalone's dick. 

In a relaxed fit of rage, Pantalone lunges toward Childe, grabbing hold of his neck, and Childe lets out a pleasurable moan as Pantalone glares daggers at him.

Putting up his hands in defeat, he pulls his cock out of you as his cum dribbles out. With his finger, Childe shoves it back in with a smirk, "C'mon; I didn't mean it~!" he says sheepishly, continuing to thrust his fingers in and out of you, "Our little Princess just felt so good~!" he coos, allowing Pantalone to squeeze his neck harder as he lets another moan escape his lips, his cock twitching.

"I'll make you beg you never said that," Pantalone says with a menacing smile as he removes a bundle of rope from his coat, "Pardon me, Princess. I must tie this menace up for defiling you like that," he says sweetly, leaning down to kiss your forehead and removing his cock from your mouth, a strand of your saliva hanging from it. 

And hopping down from the table, Pantalone pushes Childe onto the chair, grabbing his cock and twisting it, making Childe crumble and submit as another heavenly groan escapes Childe's quivering lips, "S-sir~! Please don't be so vicious; you know I can't resist our Princess…or you for that matter!" Childe confesses with a grin, yet Pantalone disregards him, slapping his cock away from his hand in disgust, quickly tying him up, much to Childe's protests. 

"Now, Princess—, be an excellent little Doll for Daddy and make Master Tartaglia want what he can't have," Pantalone says, a ravenous glint in his eyes as he smiles sweetly at you, "Spread your legs back open, Darling," he continues. You succumb, spreading your legs wide, so your slick wet cunt is in clear view of Childe, "That's my girl, now touch yourself. Make yourself feel good for me."

"Yes, Daddy~" you coo, still riding out your own pleasurable high as you reach for your womanhood with your dainty fingers, gently starting to stroke yourself, "Daddy says you've been naughty, Master~," you say, small moans escaping your lips as you put on a show for them. 

Childe licks his lips hungrily, "Oh fuck yeah, baby, if only I could stuff my face with your pussy!" he declares, a ravenous smile playing on his lips. 

Ignoring Childe's pitiful attempts at begging, Pantalone turns to you and smiles, "That's it, Princess. . .you're doing so well~! Do you want Daddy's help?" he coos happily, obviously pleased with the show you're putting on. 

"Please, D-daddy, m-make me feel good~," you beg between breathless moans, inserting a finger into your hole.

"Gladly," Pantalone murmurs as he steps in front of you, blocking Childe's view, "Let's give him what he can't have~," he continues, getting back down on his knees, pushing your legs further apart, "Remove your precious fingers, Princess. Daddy will take care of you from here."

And doing as he says, you remove your fingers as Pantalone gives a long slow lick to your cunt, "A-ah~!" you gasp at the gentle touch of his tongue as it flicks against your clit, causing you to shudder, biting down on your knuckle. 

Pantalone digs his fingers into your thighs, his tongue giving special attention to your clit before shoving his tongue into your cunt, lapping up your juices eagerly. Using his thumb, he stimulates your raw clit, with gentle circular motions, and you groan, toes curling in delight as your hands find his head and entangle in his hair.

"Fuck me," Childe groans, struggling with the tightness of the ropes that bound him. His cock twitches at the sight before him, and he can feel himself tipping over the edge again, "M-more. Show me more. S-sir~ Please," Childe begs.

Pulling away from your dripping cunt, Pantalone sighs, "Do you truly want a taste of our beloved Princess?" and Childe nods eagerly in response, and getting up, much to your dismay, Pantalone calmly walks over to Childe, "I suppose I'll forgive you, here's your reward, young Master Tartaglia," Pantalone says mischievously, leaning down and sealing his lips against Childe's, pushing his tongue through Childe's parted lips.

Eagerly accepting Pantalone, his tongue wraps around his as he tastes a familiar sweet but bitter flavor, and Childe's cock can't stop twitching as he groans into the kiss. And pulling away, Childe beams, "Goodness, Princess~ You taste sooo good!" he coos affectionately, "Thank you for indulging me, Sir~," he says happily.

"Dadddyy~," you whine, ignoring Childe's praises, "What about my kisses?" you ask innocently, tilting your head to the side adorably. 

"Goodness me, Darling. Daddy didn't forget about you, don't you fret," Pantalone says, turning to face you. He leans down, gently kissing your lips, pushing his tongue past your parted lips, and you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him back thoroughly.

You're first to pull away, and you turn to stick your tongue out at Childe, who simply grins at you, "Shall we make our Princess cum?" Childe chirps up.

"You mean I," Pantalone states, now flipping you over on your stomach with a gentle thud, much to your surprise. And aligning his cock with your folds, he slides it in with ease as you groan, "After all, I'm the one who isn't tied up right now~," he jests awfully.

"M-master~ Daddy's cock feels so good," you tease, little moans fleeing your lips, wriggling your hips to take the entire length of his girth. Not as large as Tartaglia's, Pantalone's cock still did its job at hitting your sweet spot repeatedly, your cries starting to echo throughout the meeting hall, "Y-yes—yes! Ooh, Daddyy~,"  you whimper under him pitifully.

"That's right, Princess, you're so tight for me," Pantalone says between gasps of pleasure. Clutching onto your hips, his thrusts are more brutal and faster, and you begin to squeal as your eyes roll to the back of your head, "Good girl, tell Daddy and Master how much you love my cock!"

"I-I love it, D-daddy~," you coo in exhilaration as Pantalone continues to pound into your soaking cunt, his balls hitting your clit just right, and feeling your toes beginning to curl, you can't seem to hold back any longer, "I-I'M GONNA C-CUM~," you scream delightfully.

Grabbing a fistful of your hair Pantalone tugs your head back roughly, "Be as loud as you want, Darling. . . It doesn't matter if others hear. They'll just have to accept that they'll never have you," he states, shooting a glare in Childe's direction who had somehow freed one of his hands and is stroking his cock to this pleasing sight.

Your moans grow louder as he grabs hold of your hair, and, with one final thrust, your walls burst as your cum comes squirting out all over his cock and onto his pants. Pantalone groans at the clenching of your walls and the fact you had left a stain upon his pants, but before he cums, he pulls out abruptly, "Turn around for me, Princess~, let me paint your beautiful face," he coos, stroking his cock with his hand, nearing his edge.

"Anything for you, Daddy, but you must show Master too. Otherwise, he'll feel left out~!" you say adorably, turning around, facing Pantalone's manhood.

"Our Princess is so kind~," Childe says happily, now entirely freeing himself from his restraints as he stands next to Pantalone with a smug grin, "Let us cum on her face, shall we, 9th?" and you blink at them with your big doe eyes.

"Fine, I suppose I'll accept this time, " Pantalone complains as Childe positions his cock to your face.

But you had other plans for them; taking both cocks with each hand, you begin jacking them off slowly, peppering each one with slow sensual kisses and taking turns sucking them both off. Your tongue trails delicately over their girths as they moan together, "H-hng, P-Princess~," they say, breathless. You now have them at your mercy as you show them what a good girl you are, taking their cocks simultaneously. 

Not being able to contain themselves any longer, their cocks start twitching in your hands, and you pull away from them as their hot seed splatters all over your adorable expression. Licking your lips, all you can taste is salt and bitterness, but to you, it wasn't bad, so you beam up at them, "Daddy and Master taste so yummy~," you babble happily, your face showing how high you are off of lust. 

"Well done, Princess~," they both chime in joyfully, pulling you up to a comfortable position, and you comply, their cum still dripping down your face, and they each pull you into a sweet kiss. Childe's being rough and hungry for more, while Pantalone's kiss left you wanting more short, sweet ones as you melt into each loving kiss. 

This will be my own woven secret; you think to yourself as each of the young men before you place gentle kisses on each of your hands at a job well done, "Remember Princess, the best kept secrets are woven like lace."

End

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Itto y Al haitham

By aki2457564744

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Woven Secrets

GENSHIN IMPACT Character x Fem!Reader Smut Stories

Word count: 3.8k+

Characters: Pantalone and Childe

Pairings: DaddyDom!Pantalone x AbyssPrincess!Reader x Master!Childe

Warnings: ⚠️ MDNI 18+ ONLY ⚠️ DD/LG, Princess play, oral(giving and receiving), creampie, double facial, threesome, multiple orgasms, masturbation, public sex, exhibitionism, squirting, fingering, power play, voyeurism, sub/dom dynamics, penetration, choking

Taglist: @stygianoir @silverwritesthings

Special thanks to Silver for bouncing ideas back and forth with me and providing some awesome quotes!

Click below for more~

Pantalone/ Childe

"Princess—," 

A familiar voice calls as you peek up from the solace of your blankets with a sleepy yawn, hair disheveled and sleep still lingering in your eyes. 

"Come now, let me help pick you out something to wear, or we'll be late for Daddy's meeting," the voice continues, pulling back the curtains to allow a beam of sunlight to shine into the room as you squint. 

Eyes adjusting, you're met with the gentle expression of Pantalone, who now strides over to you to sit on the side of the bed as you beam at him, "Daddy~! I had so many good dreams of you that I didn't even want to wake up," you explain, pouting, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Is that so~?" Pantalone chuckles, "Well, I'm pleased to hear that, but we really must be getting ready, come on, up you go," he says gently, swiftly picking you up in his arms and carrying you to the entrance of the wardrobe, then promptly putting you down, "Tell me, Princess, what color would you like to wear today?" 

"Pink! With lots of lace~!" you say, bubbling over with excitement at the thought of being adorned with soft pink silks and beautifully crafted lace, "And bows!" you add, picturing your dream outfit as if it was already on your petite frame.

"Oh, my precious Doll. Daddy has just the dress for you. You'll look stunning when I'm finished dressing you," Pantalone says gently, a small smile appearing across his lips as he looks down at you. Opening up the wardrobe, Pantalone rummages through the bountiful closet, pulling out the dress of your dreams. 

Eyes growing wide, you study the fine detail on the dress. A soft pink dress made of silk with golden detailing hung out in front of you. Taking hold of it, you notice how heavy it is due to the many petticoats, but upon further inspection, it was adorned with lace around the sleeves and collar, and placed directly in the back was a large bow. Giving an excited squeal, you lunge toward Pantalone as he catches you by your waist, "It's perfect~ Just what I wanted, Daddy," you state proudly, kissing Pantalone on the cheek softly. 

"Good, this one was a gift from young Master Childe, and we'll see him today. I'm sure he will be pleased," Pantalone says with a smile, and you freeze for a moment. 

Your Master, Childe, could be a tad harsher than Pantalone, yet, you didn't mind his advances or harsh words; after all, you were their toy. A plaything of sorts, one they can doll up and tease relentlessly any time they desire. Yet, Pantalone always ensures you are comfortable, for you are his precious Princess. 

"Master will be there too?!" you say, eyes twinkling, "C-can you make me extra pretty?" you ask sweetly, wanting to impress your young Master. 

"Princess, you are already stunning," Pantalone explains, pulling your night dress up over your head, "Just look at you~," he coos, guiding you toward the mirror, your bare body staring back at you. You blush deeply, covering yourself up, "Don't cover yourself up, Darling. Let me take a good look at you," Pantalone continues; a glint of hunger flashes across his eyes as he licks his lips.

"Yes, Daddy…" you say, dejected, slowly removing your arms and placing them at your side. 

Coming from behind you, Pantalone wraps one of his arms around you, grasping your chin, so you face toward the mirror, "Simply astounding, Princess," he murmurs, licking his lips, "Princess, must you always look so appetizing?" Pantalone persists, and you blush heavily, avoiding his eye contact, "I must say, Daddy knows just how you can please him today, but not now; we must get you dressed."

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Getting ready was no easy feat as you whine when he brushes through your hair to style it. With simple words of affirmation, Pantalone finally calms you down as he puts the final touches on your look. Standing proud beside you, he gives you a knowing look that his work here is done. 

Dolled up in what could only be a dress made for a Princess, you beam at him, giving him a twirl, "I feel so pretty, Daddy! Thank you so much~," you say, clasping your hands together happily. 

"As you should, Princess," he says, smiling, "Now, let's be off, shall we?" Pantalone extends his arm for you to grab on, and you nod.

The walk to the meeting hall was lively as your small heels clicked happily along the grand marble flooring as you chirped and hummed along, admiring your pretty dress along the way. When the two of you arrive, you're greeted by ten familiar figures, and suddenly, your chest becomes tight until you see a friendly firey orange-haired young man with playful sapphire eyes. Smiling sweetly at him, you curtsy adorably, "Greetings to the Harbingers, loyal and true to the Tsaritsa," you say, the young Master giving you the courage you needed to greet the others. 

"You may rise, Princess," a tall man with half a mask says, approaching the two of you, who is none other than Pierro, The Joker. He bows swiftly at your presence, and you take a step back to hide behind Pantalone, who gently squeezes your hand protectively, assuring you that everything will be okay.

"Now that we are all accounted for, take your seats and let the meeting commence," Pierro states, leading everyone into the grand meeting room. 

You take your seat upon Pantalone's lap, your favorite place to sit, and claiming a seat next to you is Childe, who grins at you mischievously. You smile sweetly at him and giggle, leaning toward him, "Hello, Master~ I wore this dress just for you," you whisper in his ear.

Pantalone, not liking the attention you were providing Childe, he squeezes your hips to keep you still as you wriggle uncomfortably on his lap, grazing his clothed manhood with your bare ass. He hitches in a breath, loving the thought of you not wearing any undergarments, "You must be quiet, Princess. The meeting is starting," he says, delivering Childe a slight glare. 

"As you all were made aware, there have been recent sightings of Treasure Hoarders attacking unarmed caravans," Pierro starts, folding his hands under his chin, "We must get to the bottom of this as they're targeting ones we have been. These materials they're stealing are detrimental to the success of the Tsaritsa. I suspect someone has been leaking information to them."

Getting antsy and drowning out the meeting, you adjust your hips once more, and Pantalone lets out a very quiet groan in your ear, and you perk up, starting to feel his hardened cock across your thigh. Covering your mouth so you wouldn't gasp, you blush furiously, "Princess; you're making Daddy very hard. ." he murmurs in your ear. 

"I-I'm sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean to," you whisper back, catching the eye of Pierro, who clears his throat and continues his discussion.

In the meantime, Pantalone grabs hold of your inner thigh underneath your dress, gently trailing his fingers across your delicate skin, causing you to make a flustered facial expression. You feel him smirking behind you, "D-daddy. ." You whine quietly, feeling your gut clench from excitement.

"Princess," Pierro's sudden voice rang through the meeting hall, causing you to flinch, "If you cannot behave, I must ask you to return to your quarters."

"My apologies, 1st," Pantalone says, "I'll be sure to keep her in check," he continues, his fingers persisting to trail upwards, lingering just shy of your wet folds, and you whimper, nodding in agreement, "Say you're sorry, Princess."

"My sincerest apologies, my Lord; I'll be a good girl," you say with a bow of your head, squirming your hips against Pantalone's dick in return, excited for more.

And lifting you briefly, Pantalone slams you back down, keeping you pinned against him, "Take Daddy's cock out for him, will you?" he says quietly, pressing his lips against your ear. 

You comply, not wanting to cause any more disturbances, subtly reaching below the table to hoist up your skirt, doing quick work to release his twitching cock, and it's fast to find itself between your thighs as it rests against your slick cunt. Pushing your hips forward, you want to whimper, but stop yourself. 

Slowly Pantalone guides his dick into your hole, and you cover your mouth as you feel the presence of his cock insert your cunt, "Best be quiet, Princess. Daddy doesn't want to get caught," Pantalone murmurs against your ear and, with a smirk, thrusts his hips into you gently, causing you to bite your lip with pleasure, wanting so badly to call out his name.

Childe, taking notice of your facial expressions, lets out a quiet chuckle, knowing precisely what's happening. And leaning toward Pantalone, he whispers something into Pantalone's ear, and Pantalone nods.

Suddenly you feel Childe's firm grip upon your thigh, and you look toward him with a confused expression, and he winks at you, smirking mischievously. Between Pantalone's gentle thrusts and Childe's grip, you want to scream. Slowly Childe's hand trails toward your clit, flicking it roughly, and you let out a tiny squeak, promptly covering your mouth, hoping no one else heard you. 

Once you realize no one paid any mind, you start to grind your hips to the rhythm of Pantalone's thrusts, feeling his cock twitch inside of you; you spread your legs further apart, giving Childe more room to ruthlessly tease your clit. Needing so badly to cry out, your breathing becomes shallow, and feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head, you close your eyes to cover up your pleasure. 

As Pierro continues the conference, the other Harbingers give their takes; all the while, Pantalone calmly lifts your hips up and roughly pushes them back down while Childe twists and flicks at your clit, over and over again.

"D-Daddy, Mas-master, I-I can't take it anymore," you manage to say quietly between heavy breaths as you continually ride Pantalone's dick. You were indebted to the dress you were wearing. Otherwise, you were sure you'd get caught.

"Easy now, Doll, you're doing so well. Remember, you can't let anyone hear you~," Childe coos quietly into your ear.

"11th. Must I ask you to leave as well?" Pierro barks; now all attention is on the three of you.

"Oh, no. Not at all~! I was just telling the Princess here that the meeting is almost over, that's all. Besides, she's looking a little antsy, no?" Childe says with a grin, his fingers continuing to run circles around your clit as you squirm.

The bastard.

And leaning toward you, Childe places a gentle kiss on your cheek and, pulling away; he gives you a knowing smile, "Yes, your Lordship, what Master Childe says is the truth," you say, trying to keep your voice steady as you bounce up and down on Pantalone's dick, all the Harbingers now looking directly at you, taking notice of your squirming as they give you a quizzical look, "I-I'm just tired is all," you state, your voice faltering.

"Very well. We'll wrap this up; the meeting is adjourned!" Pierro proclaims as the Harbingers scatter, but Pierro stays behind, "I trust the Princess will be better behaved next time, 9th; she is under your care after all," he says, placing a rough hand on Pantalone's shoulder.

"She shall get proper punishment; I assure you, 1st," Pantalone smiles as Pierro leaves the room, leaving you, Childe, and Pantalone alone. 

And finally, a moan escapes your pretty lips, "D-Daddy, Master. . .please," you plead with a willingness.

"Yes, Princess?" they both say, hunger in their voice. 

"F-fuck me good~," you murmur, and that was all Pantalone needed to lift you off his cock and place you onto the table, spreading your legs wide and hitching up your dress to expose your sensitive, raw cunt. 

"Young Master Childe has been waiting patiently for you; why don't you please him next, Princess?" Pantalone speaks, his cock still throbbing for more, but he has other plans to take care of it, "I've prepped you long enough~," he coos, moving a strand of hair from your face and behind your ear as you nuzzle into the warmth of his hand.

"Yes, Daddy~, anything for you or Master," you say eagerly, lifting your dress even further so Childe can get a good look at you.

Smiling, obviously pleased at the state of your cunt, Childe cuts in between you and Pantalone, aligning himself with your folds as he takes out his massive cock, "Be a good little Doll and scream out my name," he insists, slowly pushing in the tip of his girth, and you squeal.

While adjusting to the thickness of Childe's dick Pantalone gets onto the table on his knees, his cock still hard from the previous ordeal, and he positions himself close to your mouth, 

"You'll suck Daddy's cock, won't you, Princess?" he asks sweetly, his voice dripping like honey.

"A-ah~, M-master!" you call out toward Childe, who now picks up his pace, groaning. And nodding toward Pantalone, you eagerly wrap your hand around his cock and start making circles around the tip of his head with your tongue, tasting the mildly salty flavor of his precum and your own slick. Bobbing your head up and down on his shaft, Pantalone grabs your hair, gently pulling on it, and you moan onto his cock, causing vibrations, and he groans.

"F-fuck, Doll. I hate to interrupt, but your pussy is so tight for your Master~," Childe coos, thrusting his hips roughly into you, and Pantalone shoots him a glare.

"Don't you dare cum in my Princess' cunt or make them take that low-quality semen of yours, 11th," Pantalone seethes with a groan as you continue sucking and moaning on his cock. 

Yet unbeknownst to you, Childe was tipping over the edge from how tight you are for him, your walls clenching around his girth perfectly, as if your wet cunt was explicitly made for him, and it drove him crazy. Digging his fingers deeper into your hips, he pulls you closer to him roughly, and his hot cum spills all over your insides as you cry out onto Pantalone's dick. 

In a relaxed fit of rage, Pantalone lunges toward Childe, grabbing hold of his neck, and Childe lets out a pleasurable moan as Pantalone glares daggers at him.

Putting up his hands in defeat, he pulls his cock out of you as his cum dribbles out. With his finger, Childe shoves it back in with a smirk, "C'mon; I didn't mean it~!" he says sheepishly, continuing to thrust his fingers in and out of you, "Our little Princess just felt so good~!" he coos, allowing Pantalone to squeeze his neck harder as he lets another moan escape his lips, his cock twitching.

"I'll make you beg you never said that," Pantalone says with a menacing smile as he removes a bundle of rope from his coat, "Pardon me, Princess. I must tie this menace up for defiling you like that," he says sweetly, leaning down to kiss your forehead and removing his cock from your mouth, a strand of your saliva hanging from it. 

And hopping down from the table, Pantalone pushes Childe onto the chair, grabbing his cock and twisting it, making Childe crumble and submit as another heavenly groan escapes Childe's quivering lips, "S-sir~! Please don't be so vicious; you know I can't resist our Princess…or you for that matter!" Childe confesses with a grin, yet Pantalone disregards him, slapping his cock away from his hand in disgust, quickly tying him up, much to Childe's protests. 

"Now, Princess—, be an excellent little Doll for Daddy and make Master Tartaglia want what he can't have," Pantalone says, a ravenous glint in his eyes as he smiles sweetly at you, "Spread your legs back open, Darling," he continues. You succumb, spreading your legs wide, so your slick wet cunt is in clear view of Childe, "That's my girl, now touch yourself. Make yourself feel good for me."

"Yes, Daddy~" you coo, still riding out your own pleasurable high as you reach for your womanhood with your dainty fingers, gently starting to stroke yourself, "Daddy says you've been naughty, Master~," you say, small moans escaping your lips as you put on a show for them. 

Childe licks his lips hungrily, "Oh fuck yeah, baby, if only I could stuff my face with your pussy!" he declares, a ravenous smile playing on his lips. 

Ignoring Childe's pitiful attempts at begging, Pantalone turns to you and smiles, "That's it, Princess. . .you're doing so well~! Do you want Daddy's help?" he coos happily, obviously pleased with the show you're putting on. 

"Please, D-daddy, m-make me feel good~," you beg between breathless moans, inserting a finger into your hole.

"Gladly," Pantalone murmurs as he steps in front of you, blocking Childe's view, "Let's give him what he can't have~," he continues, getting back down on his knees, pushing your legs further apart, "Remove your precious fingers, Princess. Daddy will take care of you from here."

And doing as he says, you remove your fingers as Pantalone gives a long slow lick to your cunt, "A-ah~!" you gasp at the gentle touch of his tongue as it flicks against your clit, causing you to shudder, biting down on your knuckle. 

Pantalone digs his fingers into your thighs, his tongue giving special attention to your clit before shoving his tongue into your cunt, lapping up your juices eagerly. Using his thumb, he stimulates your raw clit, with gentle circular motions, and you groan, toes curling in delight as your hands find his head and entangle in his hair.

"Fuck me," Childe groans, struggling with the tightness of the ropes that bound him. His cock twitches at the sight before him, and he can feel himself tipping over the edge again, "M-more. Show me more. S-sir~ Please," Childe begs.

Pulling away from your dripping cunt, Pantalone sighs, "Do you truly want a taste of our beloved Princess?" and Childe nods eagerly in response, and getting up, much to your dismay, Pantalone calmly walks over to Childe, "I suppose I'll forgive you, here's your reward, young Master Tartaglia," Pantalone says mischievously, leaning down and sealing his lips against Childe's, pushing his tongue through Childe's parted lips.

Eagerly accepting Pantalone, his tongue wraps around his as he tastes a familiar sweet but bitter flavor, and Childe's cock can't stop twitching as he groans into the kiss. And pulling away, Childe beams, "Goodness, Princess~ You taste sooo good!" he coos affectionately, "Thank you for indulging me, Sir~," he says happily.

"Dadddyy~," you whine, ignoring Childe's praises, "What about my kisses?" you ask innocently, tilting your head to the side adorably. 

"Goodness me, Darling. Daddy didn't forget about you, don't you fret," Pantalone says, turning to face you. He leans down, gently kissing your lips, pushing his tongue past your parted lips, and you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him back thoroughly.

You're first to pull away, and you turn to stick your tongue out at Childe, who simply grins at you, "Shall we make our Princess cum?" Childe chirps up.

"You mean I," Pantalone states, now flipping you over on your stomach with a gentle thud, much to your surprise. And aligning his cock with your folds, he slides it in with ease as you groan, "After all, I'm the one who isn't tied up right now~," he jests awfully.

"M-master~ Daddy's cock feels so good," you tease, little moans fleeing your lips, wriggling your hips to take the entire length of his girth. Not as large as Tartaglia's, Pantalone's cock still did its job at hitting your sweet spot repeatedly, your cries starting to echo throughout the meeting hall, "Y-yes—yes! Ooh, Daddyy~,"  you whimper under him pitifully.

"That's right, Princess, you're so tight for me," Pantalone says between gasps of pleasure. Clutching onto your hips, his thrusts are more brutal and faster, and you begin to squeal as your eyes roll to the back of your head, "Good girl, tell Daddy and Master how much you love my cock!"

"I-I love it, D-daddy~," you coo in exhilaration as Pantalone continues to pound into your soaking cunt, his balls hitting your clit just right, and feeling your toes beginning to curl, you can't seem to hold back any longer, "I-I'M GONNA C-CUM~," you scream delightfully.

Grabbing a fistful of your hair Pantalone tugs your head back roughly, "Be as loud as you want, Darling. . . It doesn't matter if others hear. They'll just have to accept that they'll never have you," he states, shooting a glare in Childe's direction who had somehow freed one of his hands and is stroking his cock to this pleasing sight.

Your moans grow louder as he grabs hold of your hair, and, with one final thrust, your walls burst as your cum comes squirting out all over his cock and onto his pants. Pantalone groans at the clenching of your walls and the fact you had left a stain upon his pants, but before he cums, he pulls out abruptly, "Turn around for me, Princess~, let me paint your beautiful face," he coos, stroking his cock with his hand, nearing his edge.

"Anything for you, Daddy, but you must show Master too. Otherwise, he'll feel left out~!" you say adorably, turning around, facing Pantalone's manhood.

"Our Princess is so kind~," Childe says happily, now entirely freeing himself from his restraints as he stands next to Pantalone with a smug grin, "Let us cum on her face, shall we, 9th?" and you blink at them with your big doe eyes.

"Fine, I suppose I'll accept this time, " Pantalone complains as Childe positions his cock to your face.

But you had other plans for them; taking both cocks with each hand, you begin jacking them off slowly, peppering each one with slow sensual kisses and taking turns sucking them both off. Your tongue trails delicately over their girths as they moan together, "H-hng, P-Princess~," they say, breathless. You now have them at your mercy as you show them what a good girl you are, taking their cocks simultaneously. 

Not being able to contain themselves any longer, their cocks start twitching in your hands, and you pull away from them as their hot seed splatters all over your adorable expression. Licking your lips, all you can taste is salt and bitterness, but to you, it wasn't bad, so you beam up at them, "Daddy and Master taste so yummy~," you babble happily, your face showing how high you are off of lust. 

"Well done, Princess~," they both chime in joyfully, pulling you up to a comfortable position, and you comply, their cum still dripping down your face, and they each pull you into a sweet kiss. Childe's being rough and hungry for more, while Pantalone's kiss left you wanting more short, sweet ones as you melt into each loving kiss. 

This will be my own woven secret; you think to yourself as each of the young men before you place gentle kisses on each of your hands at a job well done, "Remember Princess, the best kept secrets are woven like lace."

End

[albaedough]

Woven Secrets

GENSHIN IMPACT Character x Fem!Reader Smut Stories

Word count: 3.8k+

Characters: Pantalone and Childe

Pairings: DaddyDom!Pantalone x AbyssPrincess!Reader x Master!Childe

Warnings: ⚠️ MDNI 18+ ONLY ⚠️ DD/LG, Princess play, oral(giving and receiving), creampie, double facial, threesome, multiple orgasms, masturbation, public sex, exhibitionism, squirting, fingering, power play, voyeurism, sub/dom dynamics, penetration, choking

Taglist: @stygianoir @silverwritesthings

Special thanks to Silver for bouncing ideas back and forth with me and providing some awesome quotes!

Click below for more~

Pantalone/ Childe

"Princess—," 

A familiar voice calls as you peek up from the solace of your blankets with a sleepy yawn, hair disheveled and sleep still lingering in your eyes. 

"Come now, let me help pick you out something to wear, or we'll be late for Daddy's meeting," the voice continues, pulling back the curtains to allow a beam of sunlight to shine into the room as you squint. 

Eyes adjusting, you're met with the gentle expression of Pantalone, who now strides over to you to sit on the side of the bed as you beam at him, "Daddy~! I had so many good dreams of you that I didn't even want to wake up," you explain, pouting, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Is that so~?" Pantalone chuckles, "Well, I'm pleased to hear that, but we really must be getting ready, come on, up you go," he says gently, swiftly picking you up in his arms and carrying you to the entrance of the wardrobe, then promptly putting you down, "Tell me, Princess, what color would you like to wear today?" 

"Pink! With lots of lace~!" you say, bubbling over with excitement at the thought of being adorned with soft pink silks and beautifully crafted lace, "And bows!" you add, picturing your dream outfit as if it was already on your petite frame.

"Oh, my precious Doll. Daddy has just the dress for you. You'll look stunning when I'm finished dressing you," Pantalone says gently, a small smile appearing across his lips as he looks down at you. Opening up the wardrobe, Pantalone rummages through the bountiful closet, pulling out the dress of your dreams. 

Eyes growing wide, you study the fine detail on the dress. A soft pink dress made of silk with golden detailing hung out in front of you. Taking hold of it, you notice how heavy it is due to the many petticoats, but upon further inspection, it was adorned with lace around the sleeves and collar, and placed directly in the back was a large bow. Giving an excited squeal, you lunge toward Pantalone as he catches you by your waist, "It's perfect~ Just what I wanted, Daddy," you state proudly, kissing Pantalone on the cheek softly. 

"Good, this one was a gift from young Master Childe, and we'll see him today. I'm sure he will be pleased," Pantalone says with a smile, and you freeze for a moment. 

Your Master, Childe, could be a tad harsher than Pantalone, yet, you didn't mind his advances or harsh words; after all, you were their toy. A plaything of sorts, one they can doll up and tease relentlessly any time they desire. Yet, Pantalone always ensures you are comfortable, for you are his precious Princess. 

"Master will be there too?!" you say, eyes twinkling, "C-can you make me extra pretty?" you ask sweetly, wanting to impress your young Master. 

"Princess, you are already stunning," Pantalone explains, pulling your night dress up over your head, "Just look at you~," he coos, guiding you toward the mirror, your bare body staring back at you. You blush deeply, covering yourself up, "Don't cover yourself up, Darling. Let me take a good look at you," Pantalone continues; a glint of hunger flashes across his eyes as he licks his lips.

"Yes, Daddy…" you say, dejected, slowly removing your arms and placing them at your side. 

Coming from behind you, Pantalone wraps one of his arms around you, grasping your chin, so you face toward the mirror, "Simply astounding, Princess," he murmurs, licking his lips, "Princess, must you always look so appetizing?" Pantalone persists, and you blush heavily, avoiding his eye contact, "I must say, Daddy knows just how you can please him today, but not now; we must get you dressed."

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Getting ready was no easy feat as you whine when he brushes through your hair to style it. With simple words of affirmation, Pantalone finally calms you down as he puts the final touches on your look. Standing proud beside you, he gives you a knowing look that his work here is done. 

Dolled up in what could only be a dress made for a Princess, you beam at him, giving him a twirl, "I feel so pretty, Daddy! Thank you so much~," you say, clasping your hands together happily. 

"As you should, Princess," he says, smiling, "Now, let's be off, shall we?" Pantalone extends his arm for you to grab on, and you nod.

The walk to the meeting hall was lively as your small heels clicked happily along the grand marble flooring as you chirped and hummed along, admiring your pretty dress along the way. When the two of you arrive, you're greeted by ten familiar figures, and suddenly, your chest becomes tight until you see a friendly firey orange-haired young man with playful sapphire eyes. Smiling sweetly at him, you curtsy adorably, "Greetings to the Harbingers, loyal and true to the Tsaritsa," you say, the young Master giving you the courage you needed to greet the others. 

"You may rise, Princess," a tall man with half a mask says, approaching the two of you, who is none other than Pierro, The Joker. He bows swiftly at your presence, and you take a step back to hide behind Pantalone, who gently squeezes your hand protectively, assuring you that everything will be okay.

"Now that we are all accounted for, take your seats and let the meeting commence," Pierro states, leading everyone into the grand meeting room. 

You take your seat upon Pantalone's lap, your favorite place to sit, and claiming a seat next to you is Childe, who grins at you mischievously. You smile sweetly at him and giggle, leaning toward him, "Hello, Master~ I wore this dress just for you," you whisper in his ear.

Pantalone, not liking the attention you were providing Childe, he squeezes your hips to keep you still as you wriggle uncomfortably on his lap, grazing his clothed manhood with your bare ass. He hitches in a breath, loving the thought of you not wearing any undergarments, "You must be quiet, Princess. The meeting is starting," he says, delivering Childe a slight glare. 

"As you all were made aware, there have been recent sightings of Treasure Hoarders attacking unarmed caravans," Pierro starts, folding his hands under his chin, "We must get to the bottom of this as they're targeting ones we have been. These materials they're stealing are detrimental to the success of the Tsaritsa. I suspect someone has been leaking information to them."

Getting antsy and drowning out the meeting, you adjust your hips once more, and Pantalone lets out a very quiet groan in your ear, and you perk up, starting to feel his hardened cock across your thigh. Covering your mouth so you wouldn't gasp, you blush furiously, "Princess; you're making Daddy very hard. ." he murmurs in your ear. 

"I-I'm sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean to," you whisper back, catching the eye of Pierro, who clears his throat and continues his discussion.

In the meantime, Pantalone grabs hold of your inner thigh underneath your dress, gently trailing his fingers across your delicate skin, causing you to make a flustered facial expression. You feel him smirking behind you, "D-daddy. ." You whine quietly, feeling your gut clench from excitement.

"Princess," Pierro's sudden voice rang through the meeting hall, causing you to flinch, "If you cannot behave, I must ask you to return to your quarters."

"My apologies, 1st," Pantalone says, "I'll be sure to keep her in check," he continues, his fingers persisting to trail upwards, lingering just shy of your wet folds, and you whimper, nodding in agreement, "Say you're sorry, Princess."

"My sincerest apologies, my Lord; I'll be a good girl," you say with a bow of your head, squirming your hips against Pantalone's dick in return, excited for more.

And lifting you briefly, Pantalone slams you back down, keeping you pinned against him, "Take Daddy's cock out for him, will you?" he says quietly, pressing his lips against your ear. 

You comply, not wanting to cause any more disturbances, subtly reaching below the table to hoist up your skirt, doing quick work to release his twitching cock, and it's fast to find itself between your thighs as it rests against your slick cunt. Pushing your hips forward, you want to whimper, but stop yourself. 

Slowly Pantalone guides his dick into your hole, and you cover your mouth as you feel the presence of his cock insert your cunt, "Best be quiet, Princess. Daddy doesn't want to get caught," Pantalone murmurs against your ear and, with a smirk, thrusts his hips into you gently, causing you to bite your lip with pleasure, wanting so badly to call out his name.

Childe, taking notice of your facial expressions, lets out a quiet chuckle, knowing precisely what's happening. And leaning toward Pantalone, he whispers something into Pantalone's ear, and Pantalone nods.

Suddenly you feel Childe's firm grip upon your thigh, and you look toward him with a confused expression, and he winks at you, smirking mischievously. Between Pantalone's gentle thrusts and Childe's grip, you want to scream. Slowly Childe's hand trails toward your clit, flicking it roughly, and you let out a tiny squeak, promptly covering your mouth, hoping no one else heard you. 

Once you realize no one paid any mind, you start to grind your hips to the rhythm of Pantalone's thrusts, feeling his cock twitch inside of you; you spread your legs further apart, giving Childe more room to ruthlessly tease your clit. Needing so badly to cry out, your breathing becomes shallow, and feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head, you close your eyes to cover up your pleasure. 

As Pierro continues the conference, the other Harbingers give their takes; all the while, Pantalone calmly lifts your hips up and roughly pushes them back down while Childe twists and flicks at your clit, over and over again.

"D-Daddy, Mas-master, I-I can't take it anymore," you manage to say quietly between heavy breaths as you continually ride Pantalone's dick. You were indebted to the dress you were wearing. Otherwise, you were sure you'd get caught.

"Easy now, Doll, you're doing so well. Remember, you can't let anyone hear you~," Childe coos quietly into your ear.

"11th. Must I ask you to leave as well?" Pierro barks; now all attention is on the three of you.

"Oh, no. Not at all~! I was just telling the Princess here that the meeting is almost over, that's all. Besides, she's looking a little antsy, no?" Childe says with a grin, his fingers continuing to run circles around your clit as you squirm.

The bastard.

And leaning toward you, Childe places a gentle kiss on your cheek and, pulling away; he gives you a knowing smile, "Yes, your Lordship, what Master Childe says is the truth," you say, trying to keep your voice steady as you bounce up and down on Pantalone's dick, all the Harbingers now looking directly at you, taking notice of your squirming as they give you a quizzical look, "I-I'm just tired is all," you state, your voice faltering.

"Very well. We'll wrap this up; the meeting is adjourned!" Pierro proclaims as the Harbingers scatter, but Pierro stays behind, "I trust the Princess will be better behaved next time, 9th; she is under your care after all," he says, placing a rough hand on Pantalone's shoulder.

"She shall get proper punishment; I assure you, 1st," Pantalone smiles as Pierro leaves the room, leaving you, Childe, and Pantalone alone. 

And finally, a moan escapes your pretty lips, "D-Daddy, Master. . .please," you plead with a willingness.

"Yes, Princess?" they both say, hunger in their voice. 

"F-fuck me good~," you murmur, and that was all Pantalone needed to lift you off his cock and place you onto the table, spreading your legs wide and hitching up your dress to expose your sensitive, raw cunt. 

"Young Master Childe has been waiting patiently for you; why don't you please him next, Princess?" Pantalone speaks, his cock still throbbing for more, but he has other plans to take care of it, "I've prepped you long enough~," he coos, moving a strand of hair from your face and behind your ear as you nuzzle into the warmth of his hand.

"Yes, Daddy~, anything for you or Master," you say eagerly, lifting your dress even further so Childe can get a good look at you.

Smiling, obviously pleased at the state of your cunt, Childe cuts in between you and Pantalone, aligning himself with your folds as he takes out his massive cock, "Be a good little Doll and scream out my name," he insists, slowly pushing in the tip of his girth, and you squeal.

While adjusting to the thickness of Childe's dick Pantalone gets onto the table on his knees, his cock still hard from the previous ordeal, and he positions himself close to your mouth, 

"You'll suck Daddy's cock, won't you, Princess?" he asks sweetly, his voice dripping like honey.

"A-ah~, M-master!" you call out toward Childe, who now picks up his pace, groaning. And nodding toward Pantalone, you eagerly wrap your hand around his cock and start making circles around the tip of his head with your tongue, tasting the mildly salty flavor of his precum and your own slick. Bobbing your head up and down on his shaft, Pantalone grabs your hair, gently pulling on it, and you moan onto his cock, causing vibrations, and he groans.

"F-fuck, Doll. I hate to interrupt, but your pussy is so tight for your Master~," Childe coos, thrusting his hips roughly into you, and Pantalone shoots him a glare.

"Don't you dare cum in my Princess' cunt or make them take that low-quality semen of yours, 11th," Pantalone seethes with a groan as you continue sucking and moaning on his cock. 

Yet unbeknownst to you, Childe was tipping over the edge from how tight you are for him, your walls clenching around his girth perfectly, as if your wet cunt was explicitly made for him, and it drove him crazy. Digging his fingers deeper into your hips, he pulls you closer to him roughly, and his hot cum spills all over your insides as you cry out onto Pantalone's dick. 

In a relaxed fit of rage, Pantalone lunges toward Childe, grabbing hold of his neck, and Childe lets out a pleasurable moan as Pantalone glares daggers at him.

Putting up his hands in defeat, he pulls his cock out of you as his cum dribbles out. With his finger, Childe shoves it back in with a smirk, "C'mon; I didn't mean it~!" he says sheepishly, continuing to thrust his fingers in and out of you, "Our little Princess just felt so good~!" he coos, allowing Pantalone to squeeze his neck harder as he lets another moan escape his lips, his cock twitching.

"I'll make you beg you never said that," Pantalone says with a menacing smile as he removes a bundle of rope from his coat, "Pardon me, Princess. I must tie this menace up for defiling you like that," he says sweetly, leaning down to kiss your forehead and removing his cock from your mouth, a strand of your saliva hanging from it. 

And hopping down from the table, Pantalone pushes Childe onto the chair, grabbing his cock and twisting it, making Childe crumble and submit as another heavenly groan escapes Childe's quivering lips, "S-sir~! Please don't be so vicious; you know I can't resist our Princess…or you for that matter!" Childe confesses with a grin, yet Pantalone disregards him, slapping his cock away from his hand in disgust, quickly tying him up, much to Childe's protests. 

"Now, Princess—, be an excellent little Doll for Daddy and make Master Tartaglia want what he can't have," Pantalone says, a ravenous glint in his eyes as he smiles sweetly at you, "Spread your legs back open, Darling," he continues. You succumb, spreading your legs wide, so your slick wet cunt is in clear view of Childe, "That's my girl, now touch yourself. Make yourself feel good for me."

"Yes, Daddy~" you coo, still riding out your own pleasurable high as you reach for your womanhood with your dainty fingers, gently starting to stroke yourself, "Daddy says you've been naughty, Master~," you say, small moans escaping your lips as you put on a show for them. 

Childe licks his lips hungrily, "Oh fuck yeah, baby, if only I could stuff my face with your pussy!" he declares, a ravenous smile playing on his lips. 

Ignoring Childe's pitiful attempts at begging, Pantalone turns to you and smiles, "That's it, Princess. . .you're doing so well~! Do you want Daddy's help?" he coos happily, obviously pleased with the show you're putting on. 

"Please, D-daddy, m-make me feel good~," you beg between breathless moans, inserting a finger into your hole.

"Gladly," Pantalone murmurs as he steps in front of you, blocking Childe's view, "Let's give him what he can't have~," he continues, getting back down on his knees, pushing your legs further apart, "Remove your precious fingers, Princess. Daddy will take care of you from here."

And doing as he says, you remove your fingers as Pantalone gives a long slow lick to your cunt, "A-ah~!" you gasp at the gentle touch of his tongue as it flicks against your clit, causing you to shudder, biting down on your knuckle. 

Pantalone digs his fingers into your thighs, his tongue giving special attention to your clit before shoving his tongue into your cunt, lapping up your juices eagerly. Using his thumb, he stimulates your raw clit, with gentle circular motions, and you groan, toes curling in delight as your hands find his head and entangle in his hair.

"Fuck me," Childe groans, struggling with the tightness of the ropes that bound him. His cock twitches at the sight before him, and he can feel himself tipping over the edge again, "M-more. Show me more. S-sir~ Please," Childe begs.

Pulling away from your dripping cunt, Pantalone sighs, "Do you truly want a taste of our beloved Princess?" and Childe nods eagerly in response, and getting up, much to your dismay, Pantalone calmly walks over to Childe, "I suppose I'll forgive you, here's your reward, young Master Tartaglia," Pantalone says mischievously, leaning down and sealing his lips against Childe's, pushing his tongue through Childe's parted lips.

Eagerly accepting Pantalone, his tongue wraps around his as he tastes a familiar sweet but bitter flavor, and Childe's cock can't stop twitching as he groans into the kiss. And pulling away, Childe beams, "Goodness, Princess~ You taste sooo good!" he coos affectionately, "Thank you for indulging me, Sir~," he says happily.

"Dadddyy~," you whine, ignoring Childe's praises, "What about my kisses?" you ask innocently, tilting your head to the side adorably. 

"Goodness me, Darling. Daddy didn't forget about you, don't you fret," Pantalone says, turning to face you. He leans down, gently kissing your lips, pushing his tongue past your parted lips, and you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him back thoroughly.

You're first to pull away, and you turn to stick your tongue out at Childe, who simply grins at you, "Shall we make our Princess cum?" Childe chirps up.

"You mean I," Pantalone states, now flipping you over on your stomach with a gentle thud, much to your surprise. And aligning his cock with your folds, he slides it in with ease as you groan, "After all, I'm the one who isn't tied up right now~," he jests awfully.

"M-master~ Daddy's cock feels so good," you tease, little moans fleeing your lips, wriggling your hips to take the entire length of his girth. Not as large as Tartaglia's, Pantalone's cock still did its job at hitting your sweet spot repeatedly, your cries starting to echo throughout the meeting hall, "Y-yes—yes! Ooh, Daddyy~,"  you whimper under him pitifully.

"That's right, Princess, you're so tight for me," Pantalone says between gasps of pleasure. Clutching onto your hips, his thrusts are more brutal and faster, and you begin to squeal as your eyes roll to the back of your head, "Good girl, tell Daddy and Master how much you love my cock!"

"I-I love it, D-daddy~," you coo in exhilaration as Pantalone continues to pound into your soaking cunt, his balls hitting your clit just right, and feeling your toes beginning to curl, you can't seem to hold back any longer, "I-I'M GONNA C-CUM~," you scream delightfully.

Grabbing a fistful of your hair Pantalone tugs your head back roughly, "Be as loud as you want, Darling. . . It doesn't matter if others hear. They'll just have to accept that they'll never have you," he states, shooting a glare in Childe's direction who had somehow freed one of his hands and is stroking his cock to this pleasing sight.

Your moans grow louder as he grabs hold of your hair, and, with one final thrust, your walls burst as your cum comes squirting out all over his cock and onto his pants. Pantalone groans at the clenching of your walls and the fact you had left a stain upon his pants, but before he cums, he pulls out abruptly, "Turn around for me, Princess~, let me paint your beautiful face," he coos, stroking his cock with his hand, nearing his edge.

"Anything for you, Daddy, but you must show Master too. Otherwise, he'll feel left out~!" you say adorably, turning around, facing Pantalone's manhood.

"Our Princess is so kind~," Childe says happily, now entirely freeing himself from his restraints as he stands next to Pantalone with a smug grin, "Let us cum on her face, shall we, 9th?" and you blink at them with your big doe eyes.

"Fine, I suppose I'll accept this time, " Pantalone complains as Childe positions his cock to your face.

But you had other plans for them; taking both cocks with each hand, you begin jacking them off slowly, peppering each one with slow sensual kisses and taking turns sucking them both off. Your tongue trails delicately over their girths as they moan together, "H-hng, P-Princess~," they say, breathless. You now have them at your mercy as you show them what a good girl you are, taking their cocks simultaneously. 

Not being able to contain themselves any longer, their cocks start twitching in your hands, and you pull away from them as their hot seed splatters all over your adorable expression. Licking your lips, all you can taste is salt and bitterness, but to you, it wasn't bad, so you beam up at them, "Daddy and Master taste so yummy~," you babble happily, your face showing how high you are off of lust. 

"Well done, Princess~," they both chime in joyfully, pulling you up to a comfortable position, and you comply, their cum still dripping down your face, and they each pull you into a sweet kiss. Childe's being rough and hungry for more, while Pantalone's kiss left you wanting more short, sweet ones as you melt into each loving kiss. 

This will be my own woven secret; you think to yourself as each of the young men before you place gentle kisses on each of your hands at a job well done, "Remember Princess, the best kept secrets are woven like lace."

End

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Woven Secrets

GENSHIN IMPACT Character x Fem!Reader Smut Stories

Word count: 3.8k+

Characters: Pantalone and Childe

Pairings: DaddyDom!Pantalone x AbyssPrincess!Reader x Master!Childe

Warnings: ⚠️ MDNI 18+ ONLY ⚠️ DD/LG, Princess play, oral(giving and receiving), creampie, double facial, threesome, multiple orgasms, masturbation, public sex, exhibitionism, squirting, fingering, power play, voyeurism, sub/dom dynamics, penetration, choking

Taglist: @stygianoir @silverwritesthings

Special thanks to Silver for bouncing ideas back and forth with me and providing some awesome quotes!

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Pantalone/ Childe

"Princess—," 

A familiar voice calls as you peek up from the solace of your blankets with a sleepy yawn, hair disheveled and sleep still lingering in your eyes. 

"Come now, let me help pick you out something to wear, or we'll be late for Daddy's meeting," the voice continues, pulling back the curtains to allow a beam of sunlight to shine into the room as you squint. 

Eyes adjusting, you're met with the gentle expression of Pantalone, who now strides over to you to sit on the side of the bed as you beam at him, "Daddy~! I had so many good dreams of you that I didn't even want to wake up," you explain, pouting, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Is that so~?" Pantalone chuckles, "Well, I'm pleased to hear that, but we really must be getting ready, come on, up you go," he says gently, swiftly picking you up in his arms and carrying you to the entrance of the wardrobe, then promptly putting you down, "Tell me, Princess, what color would you like to wear today?" 

"Pink! With lots of lace~!" you say, bubbling over with excitement at the thought of being adorned with soft pink silks and beautifully crafted lace, "And bows!" you add, picturing your dream outfit as if it was already on your petite frame.

"Oh, my precious Doll. Daddy has just the dress for you. You'll look stunning when I'm finished dressing you," Pantalone says gently, a small smile appearing across his lips as he looks down at you. Opening up the wardrobe, Pantalone rummages through the bountiful closet, pulling out the dress of your dreams. 

Eyes growing wide, you study the fine detail on the dress. A soft pink dress made of silk with golden detailing hung out in front of you. Taking hold of it, you notice how heavy it is due to the many petticoats, but upon further inspection, it was adorned with lace around the sleeves and collar, and placed directly in the back was a large bow. Giving an excited squeal, you lunge toward Pantalone as he catches you by your waist, "It's perfect~ Just what I wanted, Daddy," you state proudly, kissing Pantalone on the cheek softly. 

"Good, this one was a gift from young Master Childe, and we'll see him today. I'm sure he will be pleased," Pantalone says with a smile, and you freeze for a moment. 

Your Master, Childe, could be a tad harsher than Pantalone, yet, you didn't mind his advances or harsh words; after all, you were their toy. A plaything of sorts, one they can doll up and tease relentlessly any time they desire. Yet, Pantalone always ensures you are comfortable, for you are his precious Princess. 

"Master will be there too?!" you say, eyes twinkling, "C-can you make me extra pretty?" you ask sweetly, wanting to impress your young Master. 

"Princess, you are already stunning," Pantalone explains, pulling your night dress up over your head, "Just look at you~," he coos, guiding you toward the mirror, your bare body staring back at you. You blush deeply, covering yourself up, "Don't cover yourself up, Darling. Let me take a good look at you," Pantalone continues; a glint of hunger flashes across his eyes as he licks his lips.

"Yes, Daddy…" you say, dejected, slowly removing your arms and placing them at your side. 

Coming from behind you, Pantalone wraps one of his arms around you, grasping your chin, so you face toward the mirror, "Simply astounding, Princess," he murmurs, licking his lips, "Princess, must you always look so appetizing?" Pantalone persists, and you blush heavily, avoiding his eye contact, "I must say, Daddy knows just how you can please him today, but not now; we must get you dressed."

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Getting ready was no easy feat as you whine when he brushes through your hair to style it. With simple words of affirmation, Pantalone finally calms you down as he puts the final touches on your look. Standing proud beside you, he gives you a knowing look that his work here is done. 

Dolled up in what could only be a dress made for a Princess, you beam at him, giving him a twirl, "I feel so pretty, Daddy! Thank you so much~," you say, clasping your hands together happily. 

"As you should, Princess," he says, smiling, "Now, let's be off, shall we?" Pantalone extends his arm for you to grab on, and you nod.

The walk to the meeting hall was lively as your small heels clicked happily along the grand marble flooring as you chirped and hummed along, admiring your pretty dress along the way. When the two of you arrive, you're greeted by ten familiar figures, and suddenly, your chest becomes tight until you see a friendly firey orange-haired young man with playful sapphire eyes. Smiling sweetly at him, you curtsy adorably, "Greetings to the Harbingers, loyal and true to the Tsaritsa," you say, the young Master giving you the courage you needed to greet the others. 

"You may rise, Princess," a tall man with half a mask says, approaching the two of you, who is none other than Pierro, The Joker. He bows swiftly at your presence, and you take a step back to hide behind Pantalone, who gently squeezes your hand protectively, assuring you that everything will be okay.

"Now that we are all accounted for, take your seats and let the meeting commence," Pierro states, leading everyone into the grand meeting room. 

You take your seat upon Pantalone's lap, your favorite place to sit, and claiming a seat next to you is Childe, who grins at you mischievously. You smile sweetly at him and giggle, leaning toward him, "Hello, Master~ I wore this dress just for you," you whisper in his ear.

Pantalone, not liking the attention you were providing Childe, he squeezes your hips to keep you still as you wriggle uncomfortably on his lap, grazing his clothed manhood with your bare ass. He hitches in a breath, loving the thought of you not wearing any undergarments, "You must be quiet, Princess. The meeting is starting," he says, delivering Childe a slight glare. 

"As you all were made aware, there have been recent sightings of Treasure Hoarders attacking unarmed caravans," Pierro starts, folding his hands under his chin, "We must get to the bottom of this as they're targeting ones we have been. These materials they're stealing are detrimental to the success of the Tsaritsa. I suspect someone has been leaking information to them."

Getting antsy and drowning out the meeting, you adjust your hips once more, and Pantalone lets out a very quiet groan in your ear, and you perk up, starting to feel his hardened cock across your thigh. Covering your mouth so you wouldn't gasp, you blush furiously, "Princess; you're making Daddy very hard. ." he murmurs in your ear. 

"I-I'm sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean to," you whisper back, catching the eye of Pierro, who clears his throat and continues his discussion.

In the meantime, Pantalone grabs hold of your inner thigh underneath your dress, gently trailing his fingers across your delicate skin, causing you to make a flustered facial expression. You feel him smirking behind you, "D-daddy. ." You whine quietly, feeling your gut clench from excitement.

"Princess," Pierro's sudden voice rang through the meeting hall, causing you to flinch, "If you cannot behave, I must ask you to return to your quarters."

"My apologies, 1st," Pantalone says, "I'll be sure to keep her in check," he continues, his fingers persisting to trail upwards, lingering just shy of your wet folds, and you whimper, nodding in agreement, "Say you're sorry, Princess."

"My sincerest apologies, my Lord; I'll be a good girl," you say with a bow of your head, squirming your hips against Pantalone's dick in return, excited for more.

And lifting you briefly, Pantalone slams you back down, keeping you pinned against him, "Take Daddy's cock out for him, will you?" he says quietly, pressing his lips against your ear. 

You comply, not wanting to cause any more disturbances, subtly reaching below the table to hoist up your skirt, doing quick work to release his twitching cock, and it's fast to find itself between your thighs as it rests against your slick cunt. Pushing your hips forward, you want to whimper, but stop yourself. 

Slowly Pantalone guides his dick into your hole, and you cover your mouth as you feel the presence of his cock insert your cunt, "Best be quiet, Princess. Daddy doesn't want to get caught," Pantalone murmurs against your ear and, with a smirk, thrusts his hips into you gently, causing you to bite your lip with pleasure, wanting so badly to call out his name.

Childe, taking notice of your facial expressions, lets out a quiet chuckle, knowing precisely what's happening. And leaning toward Pantalone, he whispers something into Pantalone's ear, and Pantalone nods.

Suddenly you feel Childe's firm grip upon your thigh, and you look toward him with a confused expression, and he winks at you, smirking mischievously. Between Pantalone's gentle thrusts and Childe's grip, you want to scream. Slowly Childe's hand trails toward your clit, flicking it roughly, and you let out a tiny squeak, promptly covering your mouth, hoping no one else heard you. 

Once you realize no one paid any mind, you start to grind your hips to the rhythm of Pantalone's thrusts, feeling his cock twitch inside of you; you spread your legs further apart, giving Childe more room to ruthlessly tease your clit. Needing so badly to cry out, your breathing becomes shallow, and feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head, you close your eyes to cover up your pleasure. 

As Pierro continues the conference, the other Harbingers give their takes; all the while, Pantalone calmly lifts your hips up and roughly pushes them back down while Childe twists and flicks at your clit, over and over again.

"D-Daddy, Mas-master, I-I can't take it anymore," you manage to say quietly between heavy breaths as you continually ride Pantalone's dick. You were indebted to the dress you were wearing. Otherwise, you were sure you'd get caught.

"Easy now, Doll, you're doing so well. Remember, you can't let anyone hear you~," Childe coos quietly into your ear.

"11th. Must I ask you to leave as well?" Pierro barks; now all attention is on the three of you.

"Oh, no. Not at all~! I was just telling the Princess here that the meeting is almost over, that's all. Besides, she's looking a little antsy, no?" Childe says with a grin, his fingers continuing to run circles around your clit as you squirm.

The bastard.

And leaning toward you, Childe places a gentle kiss on your cheek and, pulling away; he gives you a knowing smile, "Yes, your Lordship, what Master Childe says is the truth," you say, trying to keep your voice steady as you bounce up and down on Pantalone's dick, all the Harbingers now looking directly at you, taking notice of your squirming as they give you a quizzical look, "I-I'm just tired is all," you state, your voice faltering.

"Very well. We'll wrap this up; the meeting is adjourned!" Pierro proclaims as the Harbingers scatter, but Pierro stays behind, "I trust the Princess will be better behaved next time, 9th; she is under your care after all," he says, placing a rough hand on Pantalone's shoulder.

"She shall get proper punishment; I assure you, 1st," Pantalone smiles as Pierro leaves the room, leaving you, Childe, and Pantalone alone. 

And finally, a moan escapes your pretty lips, "D-Daddy, Master. . .please," you plead with a willingness.

"Yes, Princess?" they both say, hunger in their voice. 

"F-fuck me good~," you murmur, and that was all Pantalone needed to lift you off his cock and place you onto the table, spreading your legs wide and hitching up your dress to expose your sensitive, raw cunt. 

"Young Master Childe has been waiting patiently for you; why don't you please him next, Princess?" Pantalone speaks, his cock still throbbing for more, but he has other plans to take care of it, "I've prepped you long enough~," he coos, moving a strand of hair from your face and behind your ear as you nuzzle into the warmth of his hand.

"Yes, Daddy~, anything for you or Master," you say eagerly, lifting your dress even further so Childe can get a good look at you.

Smiling, obviously pleased at the state of your cunt, Childe cuts in between you and Pantalone, aligning himself with your folds as he takes out his massive cock, "Be a good little Doll and scream out my name," he insists, slowly pushing in the tip of his girth, and you squeal.

While adjusting to the thickness of Childe's dick Pantalone gets onto the table on his knees, his cock still hard from the previous ordeal, and he positions himself close to your mouth, 

"You'll suck Daddy's cock, won't you, Princess?" he asks sweetly, his voice dripping like honey.

"A-ah~, M-master!" you call out toward Childe, who now picks up his pace, groaning. And nodding toward Pantalone, you eagerly wrap your hand around his cock and start making circles around the tip of his head with your tongue, tasting the mildly salty flavor of his precum and your own slick. Bobbing your head up and down on his shaft, Pantalone grabs your hair, gently pulling on it, and you moan onto his cock, causing vibrations, and he groans.

"F-fuck, Doll. I hate to interrupt, but your pussy is so tight for your Master~," Childe coos, thrusting his hips roughly into you, and Pantalone shoots him a glare.

"Don't you dare cum in my Princess' cunt or make them take that low-quality semen of yours, 11th," Pantalone seethes with a groan as you continue sucking and moaning on his cock. 

Yet unbeknownst to you, Childe was tipping over the edge from how tight you are for him, your walls clenching around his girth perfectly, as if your wet cunt was explicitly made for him, and it drove him crazy. Digging his fingers deeper into your hips, he pulls you closer to him roughly, and his hot cum spills all over your insides as you cry out onto Pantalone's dick. 

In a relaxed fit of rage, Pantalone lunges toward Childe, grabbing hold of his neck, and Childe lets out a pleasurable moan as Pantalone glares daggers at him.

Putting up his hands in defeat, he pulls his cock out of you as his cum dribbles out. With his finger, Childe shoves it back in with a smirk, "C'mon; I didn't mean it~!" he says sheepishly, continuing to thrust his fingers in and out of you, "Our little Princess just felt so good~!" he coos, allowing Pantalone to squeeze his neck harder as he lets another moan escape his lips, his cock twitching.

"I'll make you beg you never said that," Pantalone says with a menacing smile as he removes a bundle of rope from his coat, "Pardon me, Princess. I must tie this menace up for defiling you like that," he says sweetly, leaning down to kiss your forehead and removing his cock from your mouth, a strand of your saliva hanging from it. 

And hopping down from the table, Pantalone pushes Childe onto the chair, grabbing his cock and twisting it, making Childe crumble and submit as another heavenly groan escapes Childe's quivering lips, "S-sir~! Please don't be so vicious; you know I can't resist our Princess…or you for that matter!" Childe confesses with a grin, yet Pantalone disregards him, slapping his cock away from his hand in disgust, quickly tying him up, much to Childe's protests. 

"Now, Princess—, be an excellent little Doll for Daddy and make Master Tartaglia want what he can't have," Pantalone says, a ravenous glint in his eyes as he smiles sweetly at you, "Spread your legs back open, Darling," he continues. You succumb, spreading your legs wide, so your slick wet cunt is in clear view of Childe, "That's my girl, now touch yourself. Make yourself feel good for me."

"Yes, Daddy~" you coo, still riding out your own pleasurable high as you reach for your womanhood with your dainty fingers, gently starting to stroke yourself, "Daddy says you've been naughty, Master~," you say, small moans escaping your lips as you put on a show for them. 

Childe licks his lips hungrily, "Oh fuck yeah, baby, if only I could stuff my face with your pussy!" he declares, a ravenous smile playing on his lips. 

Ignoring Childe's pitiful attempts at begging, Pantalone turns to you and smiles, "That's it, Princess. . .you're doing so well~! Do you want Daddy's help?" he coos happily, obviously pleased with the show you're putting on. 

"Please, D-daddy, m-make me feel good~," you beg between breathless moans, inserting a finger into your hole.

"Gladly," Pantalone murmurs as he steps in front of you, blocking Childe's view, "Let's give him what he can't have~," he continues, getting back down on his knees, pushing your legs further apart, "Remove your precious fingers, Princess. Daddy will take care of you from here."

And doing as he says, you remove your fingers as Pantalone gives a long slow lick to your cunt, "A-ah~!" you gasp at the gentle touch of his tongue as it flicks against your clit, causing you to shudder, biting down on your knuckle. 

Pantalone digs his fingers into your thighs, his tongue giving special attention to your clit before shoving his tongue into your cunt, lapping up your juices eagerly. Using his thumb, he stimulates your raw clit, with gentle circular motions, and you groan, toes curling in delight as your hands find his head and entangle in his hair.

"Fuck me," Childe groans, struggling with the tightness of the ropes that bound him. His cock twitches at the sight before him, and he can feel himself tipping over the edge again, "M-more. Show me more. S-sir~ Please," Childe begs.

Pulling away from your dripping cunt, Pantalone sighs, "Do you truly want a taste of our beloved Princess?" and Childe nods eagerly in response, and getting up, much to your dismay, Pantalone calmly walks over to Childe, "I suppose I'll forgive you, here's your reward, young Master Tartaglia," Pantalone says mischievously, leaning down and sealing his lips against Childe's, pushing his tongue through Childe's parted lips.

Eagerly accepting Pantalone, his tongue wraps around his as he tastes a familiar sweet but bitter flavor, and Childe's cock can't stop twitching as he groans into the kiss. And pulling away, Childe beams, "Goodness, Princess~ You taste sooo good!" he coos affectionately, "Thank you for indulging me, Sir~," he says happily.

"Dadddyy~," you whine, ignoring Childe's praises, "What about my kisses?" you ask innocently, tilting your head to the side adorably. 

"Goodness me, Darling. Daddy didn't forget about you, don't you fret," Pantalone says, turning to face you. He leans down, gently kissing your lips, pushing his tongue past your parted lips, and you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him back thoroughly.

You're first to pull away, and you turn to stick your tongue out at Childe, who simply grins at you, "Shall we make our Princess cum?" Childe chirps up.

"You mean I," Pantalone states, now flipping you over on your stomach with a gentle thud, much to your surprise. And aligning his cock with your folds, he slides it in with ease as you groan, "After all, I'm the one who isn't tied up right now~," he jests awfully.

"M-master~ Daddy's cock feels so good," you tease, little moans fleeing your lips, wriggling your hips to take the entire length of his girth. Not as large as Tartaglia's, Pantalone's cock still did its job at hitting your sweet spot repeatedly, your cries starting to echo throughout the meeting hall, "Y-yes—yes! Ooh, Daddyy~,"  you whimper under him pitifully.

"That's right, Princess, you're so tight for me," Pantalone says between gasps of pleasure. Clutching onto your hips, his thrusts are more brutal and faster, and you begin to squeal as your eyes roll to the back of your head, "Good girl, tell Daddy and Master how much you love my cock!"

"I-I love it, D-daddy~," you coo in exhilaration as Pantalone continues to pound into your soaking cunt, his balls hitting your clit just right, and feeling your toes beginning to curl, you can't seem to hold back any longer, "I-I'M GONNA C-CUM~," you scream delightfully.

Grabbing a fistful of your hair Pantalone tugs your head back roughly, "Be as loud as you want, Darling. . . It doesn't matter if others hear. They'll just have to accept that they'll never have you," he states, shooting a glare in Childe's direction who had somehow freed one of his hands and is stroking his cock to this pleasing sight.

Your moans grow louder as he grabs hold of your hair, and, with one final thrust, your walls burst as your cum comes squirting out all over his cock and onto his pants. Pantalone groans at the clenching of your walls and the fact you had left a stain upon his pants, but before he cums, he pulls out abruptly, "Turn around for me, Princess~, let me paint your beautiful face," he coos, stroking his cock with his hand, nearing his edge.

"Anything for you, Daddy, but you must show Master too. Otherwise, he'll feel left out~!" you say adorably, turning around, facing Pantalone's manhood.

"Our Princess is so kind~," Childe says happily, now entirely freeing himself from his restraints as he stands next to Pantalone with a smug grin, "Let us cum on her face, shall we, 9th?" and you blink at them with your big doe eyes.

"Fine, I suppose I'll accept this time, " Pantalone complains as Childe positions his cock to your face.

But you had other plans for them; taking both cocks with each hand, you begin jacking them off slowly, peppering each one with slow sensual kisses and taking turns sucking them both off. Your tongue trails delicately over their girths as they moan together, "H-hng, P-Princess~," they say, breathless. You now have them at your mercy as you show them what a good girl you are, taking their cocks simultaneously. 

Not being able to contain themselves any longer, their cocks start twitching in your hands, and you pull away from them as their hot seed splatters all over your adorable expression. Licking your lips, all you can taste is salt and bitterness, but to you, it wasn't bad, so you beam up at them, "Daddy and Master taste so yummy~," you babble happily, your face showing how high you are off of lust. 

"Well done, Princess~," they both chime in joyfully, pulling you up to a comfortable position, and you comply, their cum still dripping down your face, and they each pull you into a sweet kiss. Childe's being rough and hungry for more, while Pantalone's kiss left you wanting more short, sweet ones as you melt into each loving kiss. 

This will be my own woven secret; you think to yourself as each of the young men before you place gentle kisses on each of your hands at a job well done, "Remember Princess, the best kept secrets are woven like lace."

End

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Woven Secrets

GENSHIN IMPACT Character x Fem!Reader Smut Stories

Word count: 3.8k+

Characters: Pantalone and Childe

Pairings: DaddyDom!Pantalone x AbyssPrincess!Reader x Master!Childe

Warnings: ⚠️ MDNI 18+ ONLY ⚠️ DD/LG, Princess play, oral(giving and receiving), creampie, double facial, threesome, multiple orgasms, masturbation, public sex, exhibitionism, squirting, fingering, power play, voyeurism, sub/dom dynamics, penetration, choking

Taglist: @stygianoir @silverwritesthings

Special thanks to Silver for bouncing ideas back and forth with me and providing some awesome quotes!

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Pantalone/ Childe

"Princess—," 

A familiar voice calls as you peek up from the solace of your blankets with a sleepy yawn, hair disheveled and sleep still lingering in your eyes. 

"Come now, let me help pick you out something to wear, or we'll be late for Daddy's meeting," the voice continues, pulling back the curtains to allow a beam of sunlight to shine into the room as you squint. 

Eyes adjusting, you're met with the gentle expression of Pantalone, who now strides over to you to sit on the side of the bed as you beam at him, "Daddy~! I had so many good dreams of you that I didn't even want to wake up," you explain, pouting, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Is that so~?" Pantalone chuckles, "Well, I'm pleased to hear that, but we really must be getting ready, come on, up you go," he says gently, swiftly picking you up in his arms and carrying you to the entrance of the wardrobe, then promptly putting you down, "Tell me, Princess, what color would you like to wear today?" 

"Pink! With lots of lace~!" you say, bubbling over with excitement at the thought of being adorned with soft pink silks and beautifully crafted lace, "And bows!" you add, picturing your dream outfit as if it was already on your petite frame.

"Oh, my precious Doll. Daddy has just the dress for you. You'll look stunning when I'm finished dressing you," Pantalone says gently, a small smile appearing across his lips as he looks down at you. Opening up the wardrobe, Pantalone rummages through the bountiful closet, pulling out the dress of your dreams. 

Eyes growing wide, you study the fine detail on the dress. A soft pink dress made of silk with golden detailing hung out in front of you. Taking hold of it, you notice how heavy it is due to the many petticoats, but upon further inspection, it was adorned with lace around the sleeves and collar, and placed directly in the back was a large bow. Giving an excited squeal, you lunge toward Pantalone as he catches you by your waist, "It's perfect~ Just what I wanted, Daddy," you state proudly, kissing Pantalone on the cheek softly. 

"Good, this one was a gift from young Master Childe, and we'll see him today. I'm sure he will be pleased," Pantalone says with a smile, and you freeze for a moment. 

Your Master, Childe, could be a tad harsher than Pantalone, yet, you didn't mind his advances or harsh words; after all, you were their toy. A plaything of sorts, one they can doll up and tease relentlessly any time they desire. Yet, Pantalone always ensures you are comfortable, for you are his precious Princess. 

"Master will be there too?!" you say, eyes twinkling, "C-can you make me extra pretty?" you ask sweetly, wanting to impress your young Master. 

"Princess, you are already stunning," Pantalone explains, pulling your night dress up over your head, "Just look at you~," he coos, guiding you toward the mirror, your bare body staring back at you. You blush deeply, covering yourself up, "Don't cover yourself up, Darling. Let me take a good look at you," Pantalone continues; a glint of hunger flashes across his eyes as he licks his lips.

"Yes, Daddy…" you say, dejected, slowly removing your arms and placing them at your side. 

Coming from behind you, Pantalone wraps one of his arms around you, grasping your chin, so you face toward the mirror, "Simply astounding, Princess," he murmurs, licking his lips, "Princess, must you always look so appetizing?" Pantalone persists, and you blush heavily, avoiding his eye contact, "I must say, Daddy knows just how you can please him today, but not now; we must get you dressed."

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Getting ready was no easy feat as you whine when he brushes through your hair to style it. With simple words of affirmation, Pantalone finally calms you down as he puts the final touches on your look. Standing proud beside you, he gives you a knowing look that his work here is done. 

Dolled up in what could only be a dress made for a Princess, you beam at him, giving him a twirl, "I feel so pretty, Daddy! Thank you so much~," you say, clasping your hands together happily. 

"As you should, Princess," he says, smiling, "Now, let's be off, shall we?" Pantalone extends his arm for you to grab on, and you nod.

The walk to the meeting hall was lively as your small heels clicked happily along the grand marble flooring as you chirped and hummed along, admiring your pretty dress along the way. When the two of you arrive, you're greeted by ten familiar figures, and suddenly, your chest becomes tight until you see a friendly firey orange-haired young man with playful sapphire eyes. Smiling sweetly at him, you curtsy adorably, "Greetings to the Harbingers, loyal and true to the Tsaritsa," you say, the young Master giving you the courage you needed to greet the others. 

"You may rise, Princess," a tall man with half a mask says, approaching the two of you, who is none other than Pierro, The Joker. He bows swiftly at your presence, and you take a step back to hide behind Pantalone, who gently squeezes your hand protectively, assuring you that everything will be okay.

"Now that we are all accounted for, take your seats and let the meeting commence," Pierro states, leading everyone into the grand meeting room. 

You take your seat upon Pantalone's lap, your favorite place to sit, and claiming a seat next to you is Childe, who grins at you mischievously. You smile sweetly at him and giggle, leaning toward him, "Hello, Master~ I wore this dress just for you," you whisper in his ear.

Pantalone, not liking the attention you were providing Childe, he squeezes your hips to keep you still as you wriggle uncomfortably on his lap, grazing his clothed manhood with your bare ass. He hitches in a breath, loving the thought of you not wearing any undergarments, "You must be quiet, Princess. The meeting is starting," he says, delivering Childe a slight glare. 

"As you all were made aware, there have been recent sightings of Treasure Hoarders attacking unarmed caravans," Pierro starts, folding his hands under his chin, "We must get to the bottom of this as they're targeting ones we have been. These materials they're stealing are detrimental to the success of the Tsaritsa. I suspect someone has been leaking information to them."

Getting antsy and drowning out the meeting, you adjust your hips once more, and Pantalone lets out a very quiet groan in your ear, and you perk up, starting to feel his hardened cock across your thigh. Covering your mouth so you wouldn't gasp, you blush furiously, "Princess; you're making Daddy very hard. ." he murmurs in your ear. 

"I-I'm sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean to," you whisper back, catching the eye of Pierro, who clears his throat and continues his discussion.

In the meantime, Pantalone grabs hold of your inner thigh underneath your dress, gently trailing his fingers across your delicate skin, causing you to make a flustered facial expression. You feel him smirking behind you, "D-daddy. ." You whine quietly, feeling your gut clench from excitement.

"Princess," Pierro's sudden voice rang through the meeting hall, causing you to flinch, "If you cannot behave, I must ask you to return to your quarters."

"My apologies, 1st," Pantalone says, "I'll be sure to keep her in check," he continues, his fingers persisting to trail upwards, lingering just shy of your wet folds, and you whimper, nodding in agreement, "Say you're sorry, Princess."

"My sincerest apologies, my Lord; I'll be a good girl," you say with a bow of your head, squirming your hips against Pantalone's dick in return, excited for more.

And lifting you briefly, Pantalone slams you back down, keeping you pinned against him, "Take Daddy's cock out for him, will you?" he says quietly, pressing his lips against your ear. 

You comply, not wanting to cause any more disturbances, subtly reaching below the table to hoist up your skirt, doing quick work to release his twitching cock, and it's fast to find itself between your thighs as it rests against your slick cunt. Pushing your hips forward, you want to whimper, but stop yourself. 

Slowly Pantalone guides his dick into your hole, and you cover your mouth as you feel the presence of his cock insert your cunt, "Best be quiet, Princess. Daddy doesn't want to get caught," Pantalone murmurs against your ear and, with a smirk, thrusts his hips into you gently, causing you to bite your lip with pleasure, wanting so badly to call out his name.

Childe, taking notice of your facial expressions, lets out a quiet chuckle, knowing precisely what's happening. And leaning toward Pantalone, he whispers something into Pantalone's ear, and Pantalone nods.

Suddenly you feel Childe's firm grip upon your thigh, and you look toward him with a confused expression, and he winks at you, smirking mischievously. Between Pantalone's gentle thrusts and Childe's grip, you want to scream. Slowly Childe's hand trails toward your clit, flicking it roughly, and you let out a tiny squeak, promptly covering your mouth, hoping no one else heard you. 

Once you realize no one paid any mind, you start to grind your hips to the rhythm of Pantalone's thrusts, feeling his cock twitch inside of you; you spread your legs further apart, giving Childe more room to ruthlessly tease your clit. Needing so badly to cry out, your breathing becomes shallow, and feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head, you close your eyes to cover up your pleasure. 

As Pierro continues the conference, the other Harbingers give their takes; all the while, Pantalone calmly lifts your hips up and roughly pushes them back down while Childe twists and flicks at your clit, over and over again.

"D-Daddy, Mas-master, I-I can't take it anymore," you manage to say quietly between heavy breaths as you continually ride Pantalone's dick. You were indebted to the dress you were wearing. Otherwise, you were sure you'd get caught.

"Easy now, Doll, you're doing so well. Remember, you can't let anyone hear you~," Childe coos quietly into your ear.

"11th. Must I ask you to leave as well?" Pierro barks; now all attention is on the three of you.

"Oh, no. Not at all~! I was just telling the Princess here that the meeting is almost over, that's all. Besides, she's looking a little antsy, no?" Childe says with a grin, his fingers continuing to run circles around your clit as you squirm.

The bastard.

And leaning toward you, Childe places a gentle kiss on your cheek and, pulling away; he gives you a knowing smile, "Yes, your Lordship, what Master Childe says is the truth," you say, trying to keep your voice steady as you bounce up and down on Pantalone's dick, all the Harbingers now looking directly at you, taking notice of your squirming as they give you a quizzical look, "I-I'm just tired is all," you state, your voice faltering.

"Very well. We'll wrap this up; the meeting is adjourned!" Pierro proclaims as the Harbingers scatter, but Pierro stays behind, "I trust the Princess will be better behaved next time, 9th; she is under your care after all," he says, placing a rough hand on Pantalone's shoulder.

"She shall get proper punishment; I assure you, 1st," Pantalone smiles as Pierro leaves the room, leaving you, Childe, and Pantalone alone. 

And finally, a moan escapes your pretty lips, "D-Daddy, Master. . .please," you plead with a willingness.

"Yes, Princess?" they both say, hunger in their voice. 

"F-fuck me good~," you murmur, and that was all Pantalone needed to lift you off his cock and place you onto the table, spreading your legs wide and hitching up your dress to expose your sensitive, raw cunt. 

"Young Master Childe has been waiting patiently for you; why don't you please him next, Princess?" Pantalone speaks, his cock still throbbing for more, but he has other plans to take care of it, "I've prepped you long enough~," he coos, moving a strand of hair from your face and behind your ear as you nuzzle into the warmth of his hand.

"Yes, Daddy~, anything for you or Master," you say eagerly, lifting your dress even further so Childe can get a good look at you.

Smiling, obviously pleased at the state of your cunt, Childe cuts in between you and Pantalone, aligning himself with your folds as he takes out his massive cock, "Be a good little Doll and scream out my name," he insists, slowly pushing in the tip of his girth, and you squeal.

While adjusting to the thickness of Childe's dick Pantalone gets onto the table on his knees, his cock still hard from the previous ordeal, and he positions himself close to your mouth, 

"You'll suck Daddy's cock, won't you, Princess?" he asks sweetly, his voice dripping like honey.

"A-ah~, M-master!" you call out toward Childe, who now picks up his pace, groaning. And nodding toward Pantalone, you eagerly wrap your hand around his cock and start making circles around the tip of his head with your tongue, tasting the mildly salty flavor of his precum and your own slick. Bobbing your head up and down on his shaft, Pantalone grabs your hair, gently pulling on it, and you moan onto his cock, causing vibrations, and he groans.

"F-fuck, Doll. I hate to interrupt, but your pussy is so tight for your Master~," Childe coos, thrusting his hips roughly into you, and Pantalone shoots him a glare.

"Don't you dare cum in my Princess' cunt or make them take that low-quality semen of yours, 11th," Pantalone seethes with a groan as you continue sucking and moaning on his cock. 

Yet unbeknownst to you, Childe was tipping over the edge from how tight you are for him, your walls clenching around his girth perfectly, as if your wet cunt was explicitly made for him, and it drove him crazy. Digging his fingers deeper into your hips, he pulls you closer to him roughly, and his hot cum spills all over your insides as you cry out onto Pantalone's dick. 

In a relaxed fit of rage, Pantalone lunges toward Childe, grabbing hold of his neck, and Childe lets out a pleasurable moan as Pantalone glares daggers at him.

Putting up his hands in defeat, he pulls his cock out of you as his cum dribbles out. With his finger, Childe shoves it back in with a smirk, "C'mon; I didn't mean it~!" he says sheepishly, continuing to thrust his fingers in and out of you, "Our little Princess just felt so good~!" he coos, allowing Pantalone to squeeze his neck harder as he lets another moan escape his lips, his cock twitching.

"I'll make you beg you never said that," Pantalone says with a menacing smile as he removes a bundle of rope from his coat, "Pardon me, Princess. I must tie this menace up for defiling you like that," he says sweetly, leaning down to kiss your forehead and removing his cock from your mouth, a strand of your saliva hanging from it. 

And hopping down from the table, Pantalone pushes Childe onto the chair, grabbing his cock and twisting it, making Childe crumble and submit as another heavenly groan escapes Childe's quivering lips, "S-sir~! Please don't be so vicious; you know I can't resist our Princess…or you for that matter!" Childe confesses with a grin, yet Pantalone disregards him, slapping his cock away from his hand in disgust, quickly tying him up, much to Childe's protests. 

"Now, Princess—, be an excellent little Doll for Daddy and make Master Tartaglia want what he can't have," Pantalone says, a ravenous glint in his eyes as he smiles sweetly at you, "Spread your legs back open, Darling," he continues. You succumb, spreading your legs wide, so your slick wet cunt is in clear view of Childe, "That's my girl, now touch yourself. Make yourself feel good for me."

"Yes, Daddy~" you coo, still riding out your own pleasurable high as you reach for your womanhood with your dainty fingers, gently starting to stroke yourself, "Daddy says you've been naughty, Master~," you say, small moans escaping your lips as you put on a show for them. 

Childe licks his lips hungrily, "Oh fuck yeah, baby, if only I could stuff my face with your pussy!" he declares, a ravenous smile playing on his lips. 

Ignoring Childe's pitiful attempts at begging, Pantalone turns to you and smiles, "That's it, Princess. . .you're doing so well~! Do you want Daddy's help?" he coos happily, obviously pleased with the show you're putting on. 

"Please, D-daddy, m-make me feel good~," you beg between breathless moans, inserting a finger into your hole.

"Gladly," Pantalone murmurs as he steps in front of you, blocking Childe's view, "Let's give him what he can't have~," he continues, getting back down on his knees, pushing your legs further apart, "Remove your precious fingers, Princess. Daddy will take care of you from here."

And doing as he says, you remove your fingers as Pantalone gives a long slow lick to your cunt, "A-ah~!" you gasp at the gentle touch of his tongue as it flicks against your clit, causing you to shudder, biting down on your knuckle. 

Pantalone digs his fingers into your thighs, his tongue giving special attention to your clit before shoving his tongue into your cunt, lapping up your juices eagerly. Using his thumb, he stimulates your raw clit, with gentle circular motions, and you groan, toes curling in delight as your hands find his head and entangle in his hair.

"Fuck me," Childe groans, struggling with the tightness of the ropes that bound him. His cock twitches at the sight before him, and he can feel himself tipping over the edge again, "M-more. Show me more. S-sir~ Please," Childe begs.

Pulling away from your dripping cunt, Pantalone sighs, "Do you truly want a taste of our beloved Princess?" and Childe nods eagerly in response, and getting up, much to your dismay, Pantalone calmly walks over to Childe, "I suppose I'll forgive you, here's your reward, young Master Tartaglia," Pantalone says mischievously, leaning down and sealing his lips against Childe's, pushing his tongue through Childe's parted lips.

Eagerly accepting Pantalone, his tongue wraps around his as he tastes a familiar sweet but bitter flavor, and Childe's cock can't stop twitching as he groans into the kiss. And pulling away, Childe beams, "Goodness, Princess~ You taste sooo good!" he coos affectionately, "Thank you for indulging me, Sir~," he says happily.

"Dadddyy~," you whine, ignoring Childe's praises, "What about my kisses?" you ask innocently, tilting your head to the side adorably. 

"Goodness me, Darling. Daddy didn't forget about you, don't you fret," Pantalone says, turning to face you. He leans down, gently kissing your lips, pushing his tongue past your parted lips, and you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him back thoroughly.

You're first to pull away, and you turn to stick your tongue out at Childe, who simply grins at you, "Shall we make our Princess cum?" Childe chirps up.

"You mean I," Pantalone states, now flipping you over on your stomach with a gentle thud, much to your surprise. And aligning his cock with your folds, he slides it in with ease as you groan, "After all, I'm the one who isn't tied up right now~," he jests awfully.

"M-master~ Daddy's cock feels so good," you tease, little moans fleeing your lips, wriggling your hips to take the entire length of his girth. Not as large as Tartaglia's, Pantalone's cock still did its job at hitting your sweet spot repeatedly, your cries starting to echo throughout the meeting hall, "Y-yes—yes! Ooh, Daddyy~,"  you whimper under him pitifully.

"That's right, Princess, you're so tight for me," Pantalone says between gasps of pleasure. Clutching onto your hips, his thrusts are more brutal and faster, and you begin to squeal as your eyes roll to the back of your head, "Good girl, tell Daddy and Master how much you love my cock!"

"I-I love it, D-daddy~," you coo in exhilaration as Pantalone continues to pound into your soaking cunt, his balls hitting your clit just right, and feeling your toes beginning to curl, you can't seem to hold back any longer, "I-I'M GONNA C-CUM~," you scream delightfully.

Grabbing a fistful of your hair Pantalone tugs your head back roughly, "Be as loud as you want, Darling. . . It doesn't matter if others hear. They'll just have to accept that they'll never have you," he states, shooting a glare in Childe's direction who had somehow freed one of his hands and is stroking his cock to this pleasing sight.

Your moans grow louder as he grabs hold of your hair, and, with one final thrust, your walls burst as your cum comes squirting out all over his cock and onto his pants. Pantalone groans at the clenching of your walls and the fact you had left a stain upon his pants, but before he cums, he pulls out abruptly, "Turn around for me, Princess~, let me paint your beautiful face," he coos, stroking his cock with his hand, nearing his edge.

"Anything for you, Daddy, but you must show Master too. Otherwise, he'll feel left out~!" you say adorably, turning around, facing Pantalone's manhood.

"Our Princess is so kind~," Childe says happily, now entirely freeing himself from his restraints as he stands next to Pantalone with a smug grin, "Let us cum on her face, shall we, 9th?" and you blink at them with your big doe eyes.

"Fine, I suppose I'll accept this time, " Pantalone complains as Childe positions his cock to your face.

But you had other plans for them; taking both cocks with each hand, you begin jacking them off slowly, peppering each one with slow sensual kisses and taking turns sucking them both off. Your tongue trails delicately over their girths as they moan together, "H-hng, P-Princess~," they say, breathless. You now have them at your mercy as you show them what a good girl you are, taking their cocks simultaneously. 

Not being able to contain themselves any longer, their cocks start twitching in your hands, and you pull away from them as their hot seed splatters all over your adorable expression. Licking your lips, all you can taste is salt and bitterness, but to you, it wasn't bad, so you beam up at them, "Daddy and Master taste so yummy~," you babble happily, your face showing how high you are off of lust. 

"Well done, Princess~," they both chime in joyfully, pulling you up to a comfortable position, and you comply, their cum still dripping down your face, and they each pull you into a sweet kiss. Childe's being rough and hungry for more, while Pantalone's kiss left you wanting more short, sweet ones as you melt into each loving kiss. 

This will be my own woven secret; you think to yourself as each of the young men before you place gentle kisses on each of your hands at a job well done, "Remember Princess, the best kept secrets are woven like lace."

End