#when playing genshin for the first time I did name my traveler Ray

[siribunbun]

Twins and their wandering friend

[ventisehe]

trust and betrayal / genshin impact / gorou

best boi woof woof gets content because i love him. back when the gorou content is still scarce, i stumbled on this post where gorou used to be the lover of electro archon reader. i forgot who made the post but if you're reading this, please message if you want me to take down this post. i got inspired by your post i had to write. i am new to writing d/i/r/t/y stuff so please bear with me and my terrible writing.

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warning: unedited, not proofread, angst, and not/s/f/w

               The sun has begun its ascent, taking its rightful place in the morning skies, as the moon bid its farewell with one last withering light from a distance. The sun acknowledges your presence, cascading its warm rays upon your exposed form, prompting you to awake from your peaceful slumber. However, you dismiss its greeting with a quiet murmur of protest, opting to ignore the warmth and instead bury your face on the chest of the man lying down beside you.

      A chuckle blossoms in the silence of the bedroom, and a pair of lean arms capture you in an embrace. This disturbance, however, is welcomed, unlike the sunlight which still has its touch on your nude back. “I know you want to sleep in, my love,” A deep voice grumbles next to your ear, causing you to squirm. “But don’t you believe it’s time to wake up? Your work awaits you.” You can almost hear the amusement in his exhausted voice, and you did not have to incline your sight to meet his to see he is regarding you with a rather entertained expression. You can already imagine how the sunrays perfectly cast the caramel color of his hair and the tuft of white with light, and how his teal eyes appraise you in a heated gaze – you clenched your thighs at the mere thought.

                               The only response you can conjure in your state of fatigue is an inaudible noise of objection to his suggestion. Your fingers reach out and softly curls themselves on his tousled brown and white tresses. Another chuckle falls from his lips. You feel his hand stray to your own hair and tucks a lock behind your ear. “You must be very exhausted. You’re not usually like this.” He whispers. “Did I overdo it last night, dearest?” His voice is small and quiet, like the morning has yet to dawn upon the land of Eternity, and the dark skies littered with stars and moon still looms over.

                  A shiver weaves throughout your body as his fingers dances across your back, from the back of your neck to the dip of your back, and to the space just above your ass.

                              “I’m going to guess I’m right.”

  A squeal brushes past your lips when his digits took a bit of your soft flesh in their hold and pinches lightly. The fatigue that has once clouded your senses is dispelled at his ministration. Your hand abandons his strands and leaves a reprimanding slap on his chest, but your halfhearted action did not deter your lover. He laughs at the pout forming on your face, his tail moving left and right.

                          “Not funny, Gorou.” You chastise – although there is no venom lacing your inflection – with a mild frown.

            A broad and infectious beam is present and apparent on Gorou’s brims, and his laughter slowly came to a cease as he regains his bearings. “Sorry, sorry.” There is a lack of sincerity in his quipped apology. His arm comes to a rest around your waist and with a firm but controlled pull, your physique presses closer to him. His other arm curls around your head and brings your face closer to his own until you can see the imperfections of his features you have grown to adore. Your line of sight embarks in a journey to the softness and warmth in his eyes, to the pink hue dusting across his cheeks, to his lips which beckons you to relive the ecstasy of last night, and then lastly, to the marks and bruises marring his neck.

                                You lick your lips at the sight of them. You can vaguely recall straddling him in the previous evening, head spinning and mouth open in a moan as your hips and pussy worked wonders on his cock. You remember leaning over to his panting stature, breathing down on his neck, hearing him whimper in need as filth of your desires spewed to his ears, before sinking your teeth on his flesh. He cried out your name whenever your walls contract on his length, and his bound wrists above his head struggled against the restraints, desperate to touch you.

                A purr of satisfaction thrums against your chest as his fingers begin to toy with your tresses. The sensation is familiar and comforting, it almost brings you back to the brink of sleep until he spoke. “But it’s not like this is the first time I’ve touched your ass.”

            A stoic mask encapsulates your features, and Gorou takes pleasure in renouncing his fingers from playing with your hand in favor of taking your cheek between his fingers and tugging at it tenderly. You let out a mewl of objection to his antics, but it seems to garner the opposite reaction as he pulls your cheek a little harder the second you expressed your dislike to his innocent deed.

                                     “Gorou, stop,” You groan out as your eyes flutter to a close, but even with making known of your disapproval to his ministration, your body remains contentedly secure against his chest, doing nothing to support your statement. Early in the morning, late in the night, when the sun has risen, or the moon has reigned, you craved his attention – and he knew it too.

         You huff, and even then Gorou did not relent his pinching. “How would you like a taste of your own medicine?”

                                              A smirk appears on Gorou’s lips, and his tail, though wagging, settles in a more languid pace. “I certainly wouldn’t mind.”

            An affirmation is all you need from him. Your hands leave their purchase on his bare chest to caress his ears, and slowly, you curl your digits behind them. The effect you laid on him is instantaneous. His ears twitches at your touch and his head is thrown back, an imperceptible moan of pleasure seeping through his parted lips. His eyes close at the sensation, and scarlet hue over his cheeks became richer in color. Oh, how you wanted to witness the helplessness that you are certain to cross his eyes, to be in awe of the power you hold over this man, but you dare not to disturb this time of tranquility and intimacy between the two of you. For now, you shall spare him from the mortification.

                            This time, it is your turn to showcase your smirk. His reactions never fail to amuse you. You proceed to put your fingers into motion, scratching his dog ears as leisurely. You watch as Gorou bit his lower lip, straining from the temptation to whine at your touch. He opens an eye to look at you, and as you have expected, the vulnerability you have longed to see graces his teal hues. “Stop it, [ Your Name ],” He moans, frustration leaking on his visage. “That’s unfair. You know how sensitive I am with my ears.”

                      “Then stop pinching my cheek.”

                                “How will you make me?”

                                                  Your jeering smirk broadens at his taunting response, but it looks a bit crooked by how he was still refusing to release your cheek. “Fine, be that way.”

                        Before he can question your remark, you have already made your move. Gorou gasps in astonishment as you position yourself on top of him, your breasts pressing firmly against his chest and your forearms confining his head in between. Blood rushes to Gorou’s cheeks as he gazes up at your form, contrasting the color of his skin. You stifle a laugh at his reaction.

                            A gratified smiled appears on your countenance as you cage Gorou beneath you. You catch his left ear twitch. Your triumph is short lived, however. With the playfulness Gorou is exhibiting, the recollections of your erotic endeavors last night dissolve. Your bareness has entirely fled your mind. But everything comes crashing back as his flaccid length brush delicately against your slit. You inhale at the sensation, and a pleasured grunt exudes a delectate grunt.

                    The feeling of your sexes meeting is fleeting but arousal has begun to form in your lower region. It seems you are not alone in your growing arousal for your lover, his slowly hardening cock and steadily accelerating tail testaments to your claim. If this has been a more lighthearted situation, you know Gorou would impishly scold his tail for betraying him. But Gorou knows when to speak, and when to keep his mouth shut, like the obedient boy he is.

 Wordlessly, Gorou keeps his sights on you, eyelids partly cover his hues. You return his gaze with the similar flicker of desire in your own. None to speak a word to the other, afraid even the slightest sound of the outdoors could break the sinful silence surrounding the two of you. The mischief and mirth that once hung in the atmosphere are vanquished, the yearning for the touch of the other taking their place, growing stronger the longer you stare into each other’s eyes.

                                 It catches you by surprise when Gorou moves, circling his arms around your waist to pull you closer. You bite your lip when you feel his muscles flexing in his careful motion, but all attention to them is immediately forgotten as he prods his pelvis against yours. You smother back the shudder that threatens to cascade down your spine, but all efforts are left for naught as a breathless gasp escapes your when he rubs his cock against your soaked pussy. You feel his tip beginning to swell as he continues to play with your nether lips. You swallow as his member travels up and down your slit, tracing your opening, before costively bringing his hips off the mattress.

                      You open your mouth to question his motives, however, nothing protrudes from you but a sharp and soft exhale. Gorou tightens his hold around you and you can see the effort he exerts to keep himself from throwing his head back further against the pillow behind his head. His cock grazes against your other hole. The precum sprouting at his tip smears at your puckered entrance, the warm liquid creating an uncomfortable stickiness between your rear end and his cock.

                                              An idea surfaces in your mind. As he carries on with his gentle actions, you take this opportunity to retaliate to his less than subtle light teasing.

                                    Does he think I still haven’t caught on with his ways by now?

         You push your ass down and up, sliding your puffy pussy lips against his large cock. His reaction is as you would have expected but witnessing it firsthand is always a pleasure to you. His eyes close tightly and his fingernails dig deep and firm on your supple flesh. You can feel shapes of a crescent moon imbedding on to your body.

                 “[ Your Name ],” Gorou breathes out your name, but nothing else follows. Nothing to indicate he dislikes your treatment, and thus, you carry on. You lift and lower your rear at his hard penis, humming as his essence creams your aching holes. You can so easily slide his cock inside you, take him in and grab the upper hand, have him at the mercy of your body. It almost feels natural to have him beneath you. As the Electro Archon, the almighty Raiden Shogun, you are accustomed to power, and being in a relationship does not alter such acclimation. But you deny yourself of the pleasure to do so.

                            Letting him in is a victory for him, and this is intended to be punishment for his misbehavior.

       A forced chuckle breezes pass Gorou’s lips. “This was your plan, huh? Turn me to repeat what happened last night?” He sucks in a deep breath. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m open to the idea. I’ll be more than happy to oblige for my beautiful Archon.”

                         Redness tints your cheeks at his words. You still yourself on top of him and purse your lips.  “That isn’t my intention – ah –  ”

                                         His pelvis thrusts forward before you can finish your sentence. The head of his length slips inside your cunt for a split second, evoking a shocked gasp from you, and pulling out as quickly as he entered. The feeling of his cock poking inside of you still tingles in your hole, and it would be mortifying for you to admit that you wished he had fully sheathed himself inside of you and rail you with abandon.

           It takes you several seconds to gather your bearings at the stunt Gorou pulled. Said male grins wickedly at you, his canines showing and glinting in the soft sunrays. A scowl manifest on your brims. “You bastard,” You growl, glowering at his triumphant smile.

                       “Oh, of course.” Gorou quips. “You tease me, it’s fine. I tease you, I get sworn at.”

                                   You let out a noise of discontentment. “If you have any plans on fucking me today, do it already.”

  “Ah, right, you still have your duties to attend to.” Gorou lets out a laugh, but you can detect the hint of resentment in his tone.

                  You are familiar with Gorou’s feelings about your duties. Although he has not publicly proclaimed it, you have always suspected his disdain to your responsibilities. When you questioned him about this, he simply told you – with a small pout like a child denied of an object of his desire with arms folded over his chest – that your onuses are tearing you away from him. All he wants to do is lay down, forget the world beyond your bedroom, and drown in your presence. This had greatly bothered you for him, of all people, should know what he was getting into when he agreed to be your lover. But that notion was quickly dismissed upon further thought. Gorou never once tried to persuade you to run away from your responsibilities to be with him. He must have already understood that you have a duty you need to fulfill to your people, to your beloved Land of Eternity – but of course, that did not stop him from disliking your callings.

                                                   You can sympathize with him, however. With him being one of the Generals of the Shogunate, you too must constantly fight with yourself and stifle the temptation to use your authority to keep him stationed in your abode for him not to stray far from you.

                                 He breathes out. “But you’re the one who decided to get on top of me. If anything, you should be the one fucking me.”

                   Gorou raises a hand off your waist. You can feel his touch ghosting over your skin, traveling down on your lower back. Your throat tightens as his fingers finds your drenched opening. His touch is light, almost ghostly. You can feel his forefinger tracing your pussy with lazy strokes, but it’s not enough. You gulp – he is making a mess of your arousal, spreading your wetness in your inner thighs and ass.

          You choke back a moan. He is hardly touching you and you are responding to his touches like a whore desperate to be used and filled. Perhaps it is because you are.

                  You know Gorou is aware just how good he is making you feel. His cock has been throbbing in between your ass cheeks as his fingers rub circles on your clit. It is a miracle to you that he has not stuck his cock in yet when he could clearly do so. There is nothing stopping him from taking hold of your waist and ramming into you. It makes you wonder if you should applaud him for his strong self-restraint or curse at him for keeping you in this pathetic state, putty in his hands and trying to save face by trying your hardest not to grind against his manhood.

You opened your mouth to reprimand him, but his lips were upon you before any word can come out of you, and at the same time, his digits penetrated you easily.

            Your mouth opens to protest, but his lips seals over yours, cutting off any words that dare roll out of your tongue. At the same time, his digits pierces through your opening.

                                                A noise vibrates in your vocal tract, but Gorou’s raring lips swallows your noises.

           Your vision becomes crossed at the abrupt intrusion in your pussy. Gorou, without tearing his lips away from you, inserts his long and thick fingers in your hole without any warning. Your body turns limp. He did not give you any time to adjust and he pumps his fingers in your cunt.

                                  He withdraws from you, and you stop yourself from letting out a whimper of discontent. “You’re shaking so much, darling.” As humiliating as it is, he is far from incorrect. His fingers drag in and out of you in a painfully slow pace. Each push reaches deep inside you and every pull has you yearning for more.

        “Faster, please.” You whisper, eyes boring into his mirthful ones. Oh, you did not like that gleam in his eyes.

                              “I’ll think about it.” Gorou replies with a tone that suggest he is going to do anything but surrender to your plea and carries on with his slow movement in your pussy, feigning ignorance to the glare you send his way.

                                      His motive is as clear as day. He wants you to beg or push yourself to meet with his thrusts. His speed never changes. It’s just the right pace to slowly push you to the brink of giving him what he wants.

  You seethe your teeth, and you quietly take his fingers. You have lost count of the times you took Gorou out on a stroll around your residence. With the two of you having your own responsibilities to the people of Inazuma, you can never find enough time to prepare for an extravagant date with delectable cuisines and a luxurious room. Not to mention, those sorts of dates aren’t exactly Gorou’s cup of tea. Walks and picnic dates in your garden are frequent, and your favorite among the small number of other dates you two do. In those walks, your hand always finds Gorou’s. It is in your nature to interlock your fingers with his at that point. You often compare the size of your hand to his own, so you know just how larger his hand is, and how longer his fingers are. But it never really sunk into you until he was using them to pleasure you. It is only at these times did you hate his fingers.

    He watches your expression crumble as he fingerfucks you. A smirk arises to his brims. You wish to wipe the conceited smirk off his face but all you can do is close your eyes and moan. A drool drips from the corner of your mouth, trickling down to your chin. You silently hope for him not to notice it, but alas, he did. He chuckles at the sight of it but does not say anything, which you are thankful for.

                         He leans forward until your faces are once again inches apart. You close your eyes, preparing to feel his lips flutter over yours. Warmth and wetness laps over the corner of your lips, licking the trail of drool that escaped your mouth.

            Any inhibitions that once held you back from entertaining Gorou’s actions was thrown out of the window, and with a shaky breath, you placed your hands on his chest, pushed yourself up and rocked yourself into his fingers. With the unison of your movements, his fingers managed to reach even deeper in your cunt.

                 Any inhibitions that once held you back from entertaining Gorou’s teasing has dissolved. And a portion of self-respect went along with them. A trembling puff of air steadily streams out of your mouth, and a quiver running down your spine subsequently follows. Your hands make purchase over his chest, your fingers gliding up his collarbone – tracing the dips with thoughtful touches – and running down to take his nipples in your hold. You take silent note of how his breathing hitches.

                                  You play the nubs between your fingers. Pulling, twisting, and you listen to the moans he desperately tries to fight off. A frown adorns your countenance, displeased by his silence. You lean your head down to his chest, removing one hand from his nipple for a short moment, to swipe your locks to one side and take his neglected nipple in your wet cavern.

                     “[ Your Name ],” He stutters, but he is unable to make an end of his whisper as a moan of pleasure overrides your name. You give his hardened nub a quick suck, and watch his expression unfold right before your eyes. Your tongue runs over his nipple. His face has always been beautiful, but it is when he’s a whimpering mess with scarlet painted over his face that makes him look ethereal.

         Your tongue creates a circular motion around his nipple, and you pull away from him. His fingers have long lost their rhythm inside you, too enraptured by your ministrations on him. He attempts to glare at you, but it has done nothing to make you regret your actions. In all truthfulness, it is simply adorable how he tries to look tough as nails when he’s breathing heavily with red face, hair tousled, beads of sweat encompassing his frame, and his left nipple hard, sore, and wet from your saliva.

                                           “[ Your Name ].”

                        “Gorou,” You return with the same quietness.

              With a newfound confidence, you take his wet nipple in between your fingers, pinching it, before releasing the other one.

                                  His head lifts from the bed, a scowl carving on his brims. “Stop.” He orders.

     A mirthful smirk graces your face. Because you possess a streak of maliciousness behind the closed doors of your room, you respond, “I’ll think about it.”

              You brought your face closer to his right nipple, fully intending to do the same attention you’ve given to the other. However, Gorou is one step ahead of you. Your lips have barely grazed his digits penetrates deep inside your cunt, stunning you. A choke exudes out of your contracting throat. He did not let you adjust to the abrupt change, and he speeds up his pace, fucking you in a speed you cannot comprehend because your mind went into a haze, ridding you of your consciousness for a short second, as your hips went against you and have begun meeting his fucking by bouncing on his fingers.                        

You couldn’t see how his fingers are thrusting in and out of your drenched pussy, but you can only that they are nothing but a back-and-forth blur. You couldn’t keep your moans to yourself anymore and they come cascading down your drooling mouth.

                              “G-G-G – ah – Gor – ahhh – ou –” You try to say his name, but it comes in part. You recall saying

                                       A satisfied beam graced Gorou’s face as you let yourself get loud. You know your servants outside of your room can hear you, know exactly what is transpiring behind the doors they stood by. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

                You didn’t care if they were thinking inappropriately of you – of their beloved Archon. All that is important is the man underneath you, giving you a sort of service only he can offer.

                                 “So wet early in the morning.” Gorou mumbles. He curls his fingers deliciously inside of you, hitting an area he has always successfully reached with his fingers and with his cock. A broken scream tore from your throat and your head fell on his chest. Your breathing is erratic, intermingling with the lewd sounds Gorou’s fingers was making inside of you. He smiles down at you, chuckling at the mess he had made of you. “How cute. I suppose last night has not left you satisfied yet?”

                   “It’s your fault – oh fuck – ” You whisper, groaning when his finger come to a sudden halt, only to curl in such a manner that had you throwing your head back, and your back arching. Your tongue lolled out of your tongue like a dog would, and you knew Gorou took pleasure in seeing your lewd expression. With the countless of times you have provoked awoke his dog like characteristics,

                                   “My fault?” He hums.  “Tell me again how this is my fault?”

    You knew what he is doing. You are at the edge of delirium as you eagerly ride his fingers, hips going up and down as the tips of his digits brushed against your cervix. He knew you are rendered hopeless in conjuring any coherent response. All he wants is to see you struggling knowing he was the one making you act like this.

                    “Because you . . . you . . . ” Your velvety walls have begun contracting around his fingers. If that is not giving you away from your close climax, the way your shoulders shakes and hips stutter in their momentum, and how your moans altered to desperate whimpers of his name certainly did. Gorou, with his keen eyes takes notice of all these signs.

                                               And because he is a tease, Gorou immediately pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you in the wake of your ruined orgasm. You can feel the slickness dripping out of you stick to your inner thighs, as well as Gorou’s. Your teary eyes focused on the man below you, a glower fixating on your features. However, all Gorou did was smile a self-satisfied smile.

                        He brought his cum covered fingers to his lips and you swallowed as you watched his tongue wrap around them, lapping up your essence like it had been so long since he has tasted you.

                  “You taste good.” The rich shade of red deepens on your cheeks at his remarks, and he can only laugh as you wrap your arms around him and place your head back to the crook of his neck, hiding your flushed face from the Geo Vision Wielder.

           “Shut up.” You whisper.

                                      “My, my, the Raiden Shogun, embarrassed because of a little tease?” He chuckles. “Now that’s something you don’t see every day. Except for me, I suppose.” His fingers, damp from his spit and your cum, descends upon your locks and treaded through them, combing them as though they were fine silk. “I get to see every part of you, and only me.”

                  You lift your head up and smiled down at him. “Does that make you feel special?”

             Gorou looks up in feigned thought, ear twitching. “Let me think. A smart and beautiful woman is in love with me, and she’s Archon of the great land of Inazuma. Yes, that does make me feel special.” A soft smile graces on his features, but it was soon replaced by a teasing smirk, the kind of smirk you’ve only seen on him when he has learned something valuable. “But you know what makes me feel powerful?”

                                            You didn’t think you could get any wetter. “What?”

                                Gorou plants a kiss on your cheek. “That [ Your Name ] [ Last Name ] spreads her legs for me whenever I ask her to.”

  You are suddenly reminded of your situation when you felt his hardened cock run up and down your slit, the head once again teasing your entrance in a way that makes your head spin. Pleasure is knocking on your doors, and you are desperate to answer.

                             “Just put it inside me,” You whine. “Please.”

                       “I can’t hear you, dear. You have to be a little louder.” Gorou hums. He takes his time playing at your clit,  tapping his cock against your hole and smearing his slickness on your own.

              “Oh, why you . . . ” You raised your head from his neck, glaring at him with lust in your eyes. “ . . . just fuck me already, Gorou, please – ”

                  You are rendered useless to continue your statement when you found yourself being flipped around, your right cheek pressing against the mattress, wrists bound behind your back by a string grip, Giroud’s chest against your back, and his length slowly easing inside your pretty hole.

  Your mouth opened in a silent moan, head thrown back as he stuffed you full of his large cock. You can hear Gorou trying to hold back his groans as entered you, the squelching sound louder than it was before. Both of you simultaneously moaned when his hips bucked forward, pelvis meetings yours. It felt like an eternity before he bottomed out. He is balls deep inside you – so full of him – and the tip of his cock rests against a sensitive spot.

                            “So full.” You mumble. “Full, so . . . ”

              Gorou smirks down at you as he used his other than to wipe the drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. “Just the way you like it.”

     He began thrusting inside you. His pace started out slow, but soon, he was slamming into your cunt with abandon, hand forgetting your wrists to take hold of your waist. A series of “ah” spills out of your mouth as he fucked you.

                 He begins thrusting inside you. His pace starts slow and sure, and you feel every inch of his length stretching you out. But it did not take long until he is slamming into you with abandon, his hand forgetting your wrists to take hold of your waist. You secretly wonder if he sees your as his lover or a toy for him to release inside of. Either way, you’ll be happy to be both.

              You feel the veins of his cock dragging deliciously in your walls. Tears wells up in your eyes when the head of his length hit perfectly your most sensitive spot. Your vision crosses.

                                   The bed was creaking underneath your vigorous forms, the legs threatening to give way with how vigorous Gorou is using you. Your fingers digs into the fabric of the bed and tears pricks at the corner of your mouth as you helplessly moaned beneath Gorou’s grunting figure. Every time his cock pistons in you, your body shook and a mewl follows. You have been with Gorou for quite some time now and even until now, his girth still feels like the first time you laid with him.

           Your hole can barely accommodate his size, and it was by your sheer will – like always – to pleasure him that pushed you to take every inch of him. It didn’t matter if it was painful, it felt too good to stop. The pain came with unimaginable pleasure that only he can bring.

       A particularly hard thrust had you screaming and in the process, your walls clamped around his length. A throaty moan escaped Gorou’s lips at the sudden action and his hips stutters before coming to an abrupt halt. You whimper at the loss of movement.

              Gorou place his head, chin resting on your shoulder as he breathed in and out, trying to collect himself. He removes his hands from your hips and place them on either side of you, trapping you without any chance of escape. “Resorting to teasing me, huh?”

                        You shake your head lightly. “N-No, I wasn’t – ” You let out a soft cry when without warning, Gorou resumes pounding your sensitive pussy. Your eyes crosses again and your tongue pokes out of your mouth. You didn’t need a mirror to know you resembled like a panting dog, and you knew Gorou would love to see that kind of fucked out expression on you. But he was too focused on driving his cock as deep as he can inside you hole to make a comment about it.

                                                          You are pressed firmly against the mattress with no space for movement other than erratically grinding against Gorou’s, meeting his thrusts with fervor.

          With your face against the bed, you watch as Gorou propped his weight on his right arm, stifling a grunt as he tries to keep his balance and momentum. You feel his left arm slide down in front of you and to your crotch. His fingers found your clit and he wasted no time furiously rubbing the wet nub.                    With the added pleasure, you were thrown to euphoria. You feel his hot breath brushing against the back of your neck, and his scent was slowly filling your senses.

                  “How are you holding up?” You didn’t know how to answer his question. Your lips move but you cannot make out any coherent sentences other than your muttering of how good he felt. Each drag of his cock and each pump his hips made stole your breath and sanity away, leaving you anything but a shred of your divinity.

                     “Feel so good,” You whimper. Your walls accepted everything he was giving you, to his love and devotion for you, and the overwhelming pleasure he was serving you. No other man can make you feel as loved and as adored like Gorou did. So, you will gladly return the favor, being his hole to fuck and fill with his seed.

               “I-I’m – ”

          Gorou places a kiss to your neck, and buried himself on your warm skin, huffing. His tail swishes behind him, something you came to learn that he was as vulnerable and sensitive as you are despite his dominance. You can feel him twitching inside you, ready to explode. It seems he wasn’t too far from his release as well.

                                             “Just hold on a little longer, dear.”

                                  His pace did not falter, but you can feel his fangs grazing on your skin – a frequent sign that he does not have much long until he lets go. Wanting to be a good lover to him, you craned your neck to give him a larger space. He kissed a patch of your flesh as a sign of gratitude.

                     You close your eyes as you Gorou’s warm seed flood your insides along with the sensation of his fangs puncturing your neck. The pain comes swiftly but it dissipates just as quick as he pumps in you in a languid manner, trying to prolong the euphoria and stuffing you with his seed. The feeling of his load filling your insides forces you to climax. It’s a soft and quiet release, and you cuddle against Gorou as your cum spurts out of your pussy, dribbling down to your inner thighs and mixing with his overflowing cum.

            For a moment, there was just serenity between the two of you, your hushed breaths, and the lewd noises your union were making being the only thing heard in the room.

      After composing himself, Gorou gets off you with a grunt, and you muffle your pathetic whine against your mattress as his cock slowly drags out of you. He paused a bit when the head of his manhood slipped out of your pussy lips. After a moment of contemplations, he reenters you for a quick second, and proceeding to leave you empty completely. You look at his manhood from your periphery and your tongue darts out to lick your lips upon seeing it covered in your mixed essence.

                       A shiver runs down your spine as the cold breeze brushes against your wet nub. With the presence of the breeze, you grow more aware of the thick layer of your combined sweat all over your body. Your mind is brought back to how Gorou was pressed up against you just a few seconds ago, moaning and whispering your name hotly by your ear as he drives his cock in your pussy.

              Your train of thoughts are cut off when you feel the familiar pair of arms which had once caged you underneath him enclose around your figure and pulled you until your chest met Gorou’s. A soft smile is plastered on his face.

  The soft glow the sun cast on his face melted your heart, and you mirror his smile with one of your own. Your hands find his neck and tug him until he leans down to your height. You can hear a steady thumping sound behind Gorou, and you had to stop yourself from bursting to fits of laughter and instead pressed a kiss against Gorou’s.

               When you pull away, your smile broadens and your pride expands as you saw the redness tinting on Gorou’s cheeks went a deeper shade, and yet the stupidly gleeful smile on his face has yet to leave.

                       “I can’t believe we did it so early in the morning.” You titter.

      “This isn’t the first time we’ve done it. Don’t complain now.” Chastise Gorou in a manner that was playful, teasing.

                                      “I wasn’t complaining.” You argue.

            Gorou stifles a laugh as he glances at the closed doors across the room. He nods towards it. “Maybe your staff will.”

                                Your lips tingles at the sensation of his lips upon yours earlier. The feeling is gradually fleeting away. You place your middle and forefinger on his cheek and forced him to look at you. His squished face looked at you, puzzled by your actions but soon melts into your touch when you kiss him once more.

           You try to pull away, but Gorou caught your jaw and pulled you back, kissing you. He opens his eyes as he retracted from you but leaving only an inch of distance from your lips. You can see yourself in the warmth of his eyes.

                                                Your heart flutters. You can never get enough of how Gorou always made you feel.

                            “I want to stay like this for a little longer.” You murmur; eyes half lidded.

                  Gorou smiles. “Then let’s.”

                                 The two of you stays in the embrace, marveling in the presence of the other and the afterglow of your earlier events. The soft chirping of the birds and billowing winds creating a song through the leaves – they all sound distant as your ears focused on Gorou’s heartbeat. It is steady, calm – comforting.

                                                        “I hope we stay like this forever.” You hear Gorou mumble. You look at him, expecting to see that small yet gentle smile on his face but there is apprehension in his eyes. Your mistake was is questioning it.

        “Do not worry, my love.” You say as your hand found his and interlaced your hands together. “Once all Visions are in my hands, and remove all threats to eternity, we’ll have all the time in the world. We can stay like this longer.”

                        You lean in to share a kiss with him, and because of your love for him, you did not feel the reluctance of his reciprocation.

              Gorou exhales and reaches to run the back of his fingers on your cheek. “I’ll miss this.”

                               ***

           The day after the morning you had with Gorou is rather uneventful, yet prosperous. Your endeavor to eternity has been more than fruitful. Everyday a new Vision is seized from the hands of the ones the other Archon found favor on and embezzled on the statue. You grow closer to your goal day by day with the help of your subordinates.

  You can already see, the future you wish your nation to attain gradually falling in your palms.

              Soon. You think. I will succeed. For my people, and for Gorou.

                           You look up at the night sky and breath in the cold air. Of course, you know the consequences of what will happen when one is stripped off their Vision, but that is all but a small sacrifice for what you wish for Inazuma. Your people will hate you – they already do – but they will understand that what cruelty they see in your actions is for the sake of the greater good.

  Your gaze oversees the city from the top of your abode and slowly trails over to the statue which beheld features strikingly similar to your own. As it should. The marble statue is made to glorify you, and the glittering Visions a warning to anyone who dares defies your orders.

                     You look down at your hand and a ball of black and lightning manifests over your palm. “One day they’ll see what I’m doing, and they shall thank me for it.” You close your hands and the object disappears in a puff of spoke.

      A knock on the door disturbed your musings, and with a simple command to the interrupting individual, the door opened and closed swiftly.

                                        Without turning to meet the face of the person, you spoke. “What have you come to inform me this time, Sara?”

              “Your Excellency,” She acknowledges. “I’ve come with terrible news.”

                           With that said, you snap your head to look at her, eyebrows furrowed. “Speak.”

               Sara approaches you with quick and calculated steps. All you have ever seen on Sara’s face is her dedication to you and your vision for Inazuma. Rarely does she let a smile grace her lips. It was always solemnity and firmness gracing her face. But there is something odd in her expression. You just couldn’t quite understand it.

                                                Sara extends a hand towards you. Your sight falls to her open palm, only to find a familiar insignia in her hold. You picked it up with dainty fingers and examined the item. “The Sangonomiya . . . ” You mutter. With a quick work of your fingers, you toss the insignia up in the air and caught it in your hand quickly.

           “We found it stuck on the walls near the encampment along with a note that said to repeal the Vision Hunt Decree.” Answers Sara, frown deepening. “This is a declaration of war, your Excellency.”

                                                         You did not respond to her. You have anticipated this occurrence. You know at some point the people who oppose with your law would try to fight back. But you’ve prepared for such happening. You have calculated all possibilities that could lead to the overturning of eternity, and this is where the expertise of your lover comes to play.

                                     “Find Gorou and bring him here. I have to discuss this with him.” You look back down at the Sangonomiya insignia. “I trust he will give valuable advise as to how to approach this little setback.”

                          The oddity you had early seen on Sara’s face grew more apparent after your last statement. Uncertainty, that’s what it is.

                     “I’m afraid that is not possible.” Sara spouts.

          A frown formed on your face. “What do you mean?”

                                                              Conflict arises to her features, intermingling with the uncertainty but she composed herself and continues. “We found this in along with the Sangonomiya insignia.”

        Your heart dropped as Sara dug in her pocket to reveal a familiar looking collar. Your other hand reach for the object with trembling hands, but you do not have the courage to touch it. The collar is painfully familiar. You’ve never spent a day without admiring it around its owner’s neck. A simple yet delicately made collar meant as a sign of adoration, not possession. It’s why Gorou liked it. You can still remember the day you’ve given it to him and the smile on his face was something you would cherish for eternity.                

                                     “You mean . . . ” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it. You feel as though if you said it out loud, it would become real.

                        Sara nods stiffly. “We have that evidence to believe Gorou is part of the growing rebellion.”

               You close your eyes tightly. Your hands clench, the insignia in your hand digging into your skin. It hurt, but not as much as the betrayal of your lover.

                                           The moments you shared with him earlier soured, and the memories of him shattered, leaving you with an emptiness you knew he would leave.

                      You stare at the collar once more, the tightness in your chest worsening. He left his collar not as an act of betrayal to the Shogun, but to you, as a partner.

           “Your Excellency – ” Sara is cut off when your hand snatches the collar from her grasp. You can feel her eyes on you as your heated gaze burns on the item in your hand.

                                   It feels heavy despite the material being soft and light. With a cry of frustration, you throw the collar against the wall behind Sara. You don’t look back when the sharp and crisp crack of lightning erupting behind you as the collar met the polished walls reaches your ear.

                    “Fine.” You whisper to yourself. You venture out to you the wide terrace of your house and place your hands on the railings. The wind whips at your face harshly that you consider the possibility of the Anemo Archon mocking your pain. In a distance, you can hear a thunder rumble. The lights of the city were suddenly dull, leaving only the victories of your decree shining on your statue.

                                         “Gorou now is an enemy of the Raiden Shogun. Anyone who isn’t for me is against me.” You spit out. “Place a bounty over his head and stop at nothing to take down the rebellion.”

           You heard Sara state her compliance to your order and quickly flees the room to enact your wishes.

                    You did not let your eyes leave the Inazuma City. Everything you were doing are for your people, for the greater good of Inazuma. You’re not going to let Gorou take away the prosperous future you had in store for your nation simply because he wishes to keep his Vision.

                                                             ***

                                         You did not know why you found yourself entering your room. This is the last place you want to be in.

          You stand by the doorframe, unmoving. You scan the room with a look so solemnity and darkness. Every inch of it reeks of his scent, of the memories you shared with him. The laughter, the doting glances, the whispers in the night, the future the two of you constantly talk about, how he holds you when your dreadful thoughts looms over you – and it all ends in nothingness.

                         You take a step inside. The room is cold, too cold. It isn’t always like this. When Gorou in your room, it’s always warm, a complete contrast to the frigid coldness you emit.

  Your bed is neatly made, no trace of the events in the morning left. You did not know if you should rejoice or punish the servants who dare rid you of what possibly is the last salvation you have to becoming the ruler you did not want to be – a distant, and unfeeling Archon.

                You look at the wall opposite of your bed and your chest tightens. An empty display greets you.

                                    Gorou’s bow always rest upon the display when he comes home, to you. It is – was – a comfort to you, seeing his weapon mounted on the display. It reminded you that he’s home, that he’s with you.

                                  And now it stands empty, reminding you that he no longer finds home in you.

                                          You gaze at it, eyes losing their shine.

                              Traitor.

[welcometomy20s]

February 8, 2021

Welcome to the final part of the Introduction of Nijisanji. Thanks for going through all of them, if you did. It was pain to work with so much and so little. This part would cover everyone who has debuted in the year 2020.

Nijisanji IN 1st Gen

Aadya - The name means beautiful. 21 year old, who likes to play games and sing. Does dancing as a day job, so acts as a gaming nightingale. She has a knack for games in my cursory view, but that might be just the competitiveness.

Vihaan - The name means breaking dawn, kind of. Likes gaming very much, and plays them very loudly and complaining... which to be expected from this crew.

Noor - The name means light. Likes BL, coffee and beer, BL to the point she learned chinese from watching a BL drama. Basically a middle-aged man at heart, including a very nice husky voice. Does talks and games. Sings randomly and looks up to Rion, of all people. Ange mentioned her, Ange likes to mention foreign people.

Nijisanji KR 1st Gen

Min Suha - Knows the culture through their parents and has a nice voice. Sister Claire likes him, and who doesn’t? He’s freaking cool, man!

Shin Yuya - College student in virtual Seoul. Always has a smartphone at hand, does self-searching on a constant basis. Definitely has otaku knowledge, likes singing, drawing and cute things. Doesn’t like horror games, but played a lot on stream.

Plays a lot of different games, including FPS like Apex, and this is where she gets to collaborate with Japanese senpais, which is always fun to see.

Gaon - Originally Moarin’s brother, but Moarin left, so the lore changed. Has a twintail for attention purposes. Only member of Nijisanji KR to work as a job, but quit as the end of 2020. He’s pretty cool. Not nice, but definitely not a mean person either.

Han Chiho - He’s a time-displaced psychic, and so speaks with a high register. High register is usually seen as old, people don’t use it anymore, but it’s usually perfectly understandable... it’s an interesting quirk. Other than that, pretty normal streamer.

2020 Part 1 (Jan-Apr)

Furen E Lustario - During debut, expressed a liking choking oneself... so we know who we are dealing with. Has to add using fingers, as to illustrate her math prowess. But overall a fun person to watch, and has a pretty good variety of streams.

Melissa Kinrenka - Wants to be a songwriter, but still needs help. But she is a great singer, and can write and mix songs. Usually called Meli. Has a deep side, basically.

Ibrahim - Originally an oil prince, but now runs an onsen. Acts like a child at times due to his supposed past, and he is muslim, as the lore and name implies. But overall, fits right in with the child-like male of Nijisanji... kind of.

Nagao Kei - He’s an exorcist, but really does any job. Pretty good at all kinds of fighting. Pretty old in terms of human member at the age 26. Very much like Ibrahim, but much more bishonen, which melts a woman's heart. Oh, he’s good at learning stuff. Like he tries to learn morse code, and completely memorized the KTANE manual. Just to make Fumi, one of his seniors, happy for a while. That’s some big dedication.

Genzuki Tojiro - Works as a secretary for the gods. Has that unmatching haircut. Very good at making songs and does mixing for Nijisanji events.

Kaida Haru - A demon researcher, but too lazy. Quiet and nice voice leading the viewer to see him as a mother figure, but as you guess, he doesn’t like it due to the work. Oh, said a slur on stream but got banned less than Yumeoi, which is quite sus.

Nijisanji ID Gen 3

Azura Cecillia - An alien angel. Has a sword with a really long name, but calls it Chonsuke for short. She’s pretty cute and a little bit ditzy, from what I remember. Got mistaken as a boy, which is such an odd thing, but maybe it’s the deep voice?

Nara Haramaung - A princess of a tribe. Originally released as part of 1st gen, but got delayed here, but the gen mates fit together very well. Sings spontaneously sometimes.

Layla Alstroemeria - Time-traveling history major. Definitely more airheaded of the group and most child-like of the generation. But she’s pretty fun to watch, regardless.

Nijisanji KR Gen 2

So Nagi - Traveling virtual Japan, speaking fluent Japanese with a nice clear voice. Likes Ange Katrina, which she readily repriocates. Seen as the top seed in Nijisanji KR.

Lee Siu - A female kitsune, and yes from the same illustrator as Fubuki. Likes dad jokes and an endurance player and does speak three languages. Roha likes her. Occasionally can hear the apartment announcement, which is always a fun moment.

Chae Ara - She’s an angel, and a great singer. And likes to people-watch. Has a cute voice, and good at hosting. I really liked her in the streams that I watched. There’s something about her personality that speaks to me.

2020 Part 2 (May-August)

Sorahoshi Kirame - Made her name through twitter, and traded fan art with KR members. Has the same illustrator as Kanata. Couldn’t stream due to money purposes for four days, got his PC after a month of hard work. Overall a poor and diligent girl.

Asahina Akane - 1st year high-schooler. Very energetic and follow people well. Likes a Jpop band, and likes to travel as well. Also does a lot of collabs with senpais.

Suo Sango - The youngest member of the theater club, which is the theme of the latest generation. Has a wide range, and likes Sanrio and tomato. Very motherly calm voice.

Like girly anime, you know Pretty Cure and stuff. Likes western pop music as well.

Todo Kohaku - Third-year high schooler. Said she’s a lady, but she’s definitely just a normal girl. Had a good cover of Mela, and overall a decent streamer.

Kitakoji Hisui - Middle-school transfer student. Likes a lot of different things, but Minecraft is what she is most known for... I guess it makes sense.

Nishizono Chigusa - She’s the troublesome one of the theater group. Very frequently makes sexual quips. Also I thought she was a boy when I first saw her. Definitely my favorite of the newest group, and also did a stream with Matsuri as well.

And that actually has a history. You see this is not Chigusa’s first rodeo... as it is apparent, and during her previous life Matsuri and her did a sleepover, and was quite close as well... so this is actually a really nice reunion. I didn’t know that until now.

Nijisanji KR 3rd Gen

Nun Bora - A second-year high schooler, likes drawing and playing the recorder which she has a battle with So Nagi. Quick learner, apparently. Plays APEX and Fall Guys, but is competent in pretty much any game. Definitely top tier APEX player.

Akina Ray - Japanese streamer who streams in virtual Seoul. Does a morning talk show, likes baseball, since she’s from Hiroshima, and Shadowverse. She’s actually an art student and a meat lover. But overall, the most seiso art student of Nijisanji.

Lee Roha - Idol trainee from outer space, a mixed race. A bit of a ditz, with the appropriate thumbnails. Streams in Japanese on YouTube, in Korean on Twitch. Does a lot of League of Legend on twitch, and does evening piano stream. Likes Lee Siu.

Nijisanji ID 4th Gen

Etna Crimson - Half supernatural, likes to make everyone happy. Definitely not Amber from Genshin Impact, because Amber is Kizuna Ai. Okay, bad joke. Yeah, she’s good.

Bonnivier Pranaja - Originally a fisher, but quit after being swindled. Usually appears with KR streams, actually. Maybe likes Hana? Who knows.

Siska Leontyne - Security officer for shady company. Pretty good at games involving killing... make sense considering her profession. Pretty cool and laid-back.

Nijisanji KR 4th Gen

Ryu Hari - Likes to collect nightmares, likes reading and playing the electric guitar.

Shin Kiru - A 25-year old NEET, has an odd way of speaking and strange topics. Likes Rock and horror movies. He seems pretty laid-back as well.

Yang Nari - 19-year old girl from a different world who now lives in the countryside. Pretty good at hosting with her cute voice. Likes sewing, and talks in high status. She has a thing of suffering, and that kind of comes out from lore.

Oh Jiyu - She’s a female vtuber, although she looks and sounds boyish. Third-year college student representative. Speaks Korean and Japanese, and like gacha and also singing... so maybe a boyish Suisei? I’m sure she’s more normal, though.

Nijisanji ID 5th Gen

Nagisa Arcinia - Wannabe fashion designer, speaks a bunch of languages... but that’s normal for ID... yeah, she’s cute and might be a little psychopathic. Typical.

Derem Kado - 16 year old girl going to magical school, always looking for a cat, but a special cat that makes contracts and stuff. High pitched scares and gets lost.

Reza Avanluna - He’s a world chronicler, he visits and chronicles worlds in his dreams. Has a ship going on with Hana, I think? I’m not sure. Please correct this, if untrue.

There you go! All 139 extant members as of February 8th, 2021, which is the third anniversary of Nijisanji... that was a long post... even though it was in three parts. Sorry for filling the days with this... I have been busy with collecting data and so on. But I hope you have a good inkling of the landscape that is Nijisanji.