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Contrary to popular believe, Eula isn’t as dumb or as thick as everyone makes her out to be (the other thing her mother instilled in her besides full, unadulterated hatred for Mondstadt and its people was how to be smart). She’s fully aware of what her actions imply, and hanging out around Angel’s Share being a Lawrence isn’t a good thing. It’s filled with people who love Mondstadt and it’s freedom. In other words, people who despise her and comment loudly about how the Lawrence wench should just go to hell already.
Eula doesn’t sigh, simply takes another sip of the dandelion wine in her glass, spine ramrod straight. She can never quite shake off the manners they taught her. Something about slouching makes her feel weird.
In Angel’s Share the knights lurk; so in Angel’s Share Eula drinks.
The loud scraping of a chair being dragged doesn’t surprise her anymore, nor does the big, tall man throwing himself on it. Diluc Ragnvindr sits in front of her, arms crossed and white shirt rolled up to his forearms, exposing the flex of his muscles.
“Master Diluc.”
She regards him first; a lady never waits to be addressed.
“Lady Eula,” he tilts his head. He’s the only one to still call her that, despite her not carrying that name anymore. “How are you doing this fine evening?”
She’s doing well, they both know. Diluc has eyes everywhere, including inside her recon company.
Nevertheless, she enjoys this silly little back and forth. How time has changed the both-- three of them.
“I am well. Thank you for inquiring,” she answers. “Yourself?”
“Rather tired, I’m afraid.” Diluc gives her one of those smiles. The one she taught him herself. “Would you accompany me back to the winery?”
“My, Master Diluc,” Eula drawls, “don’t you know it’s unbecoming for a lady and a man to be seen walking alone?” She says. “What would people say?”
Diluc grins for real, this time. It goes over her head how she could be amusing, but she echoes the smile, nevertheless. It’s rare to see Diluc smile these days.
“Oh come on, Eula,” he says, “entertain me? The wine back home is much better than the one here.”
Home . She hasn’t heard him say that in a while. “Wouldn’t that mean you were unprofessional, then? Keeping the quality goods to yourself and not your customer?”
“I wasn’t aware you’re well-versed in the hows and whys of the wine industry now,” he teases, raising an eyebrow. Diluc continues after a beat, face smoothing out into a small smile. He shrugs. “The special wine is reserved for special people.”
Eula blinks, not registering the words said to her. “I see. Well.” She clears her throat and pulls her shoulders back. “I suppose I’ll spare you some time after all.”
“How kind of you, my lady.” Diluc stands up first, grabbing his coat from another chair and slinging it over his shoulder. He opens a hand towards Eula.
“My lady.”
It’s impressive how much he retains from what Eula taught him, given that they haven’t talked much in five years or so. Not since Crepus’ death and his little brother’s consequent exile.
Eula takes his hand gladly, but lets go once she’s on her feet. She takes the lead, and he takes the flank.
It’s a classic formation, but Diluc knows to follow her, and that ’s the one that makes her shiver a little. Diluc Ragnvindr, youngest person to ever reach the title of captain following her lead.
Diluc keeps up the appearance until they’re well outside Mondstadt city gates. That’s when his shoulders sag and he lets out a long-suffering sigh.
“I swear to god,” he grumbles. “What the fuck is wrong with you.”
He quickens his pace, enough to follow her but not to outstep her.
“What’s wrong with me? I did nothing wrong.”
“Half of the people in the tavern wanted to kill you.”
“Half of them were Favonius knights.”
“That’s the point.”
Eula raises an eyebrow at him. Diluc looks older under the dim lights, almost blurry, like he’s phasing in and out of existence.
“It wasn’t safe there, Eula.”
Eula keeps nun, lets his annoyance brood. Diluc’s heavy, booted footfalls contrast against her more delicate click-clacks.
“Where am I meant to go for a drink, then?” She asks quietly. “If I can’t even be safe in the place of a friend.”
That makes Diluc stop in his tracks, even as Eula click-clacks on forward.
“Wait. Eula, I--”
Eula spins on her heels, then. She got him.
“Just kidding,” she grins. “So you do care, huh?” She wonders aloud. “Don’t worry. I made friends with that little girl in Cat’s Tail. I go there for drinks now. Non-alcoholic ones.”
“You--” Diluc’s expression shuts down faster than the swing of her greatsword. He walks ahead of her, and Eula has to run a little to follow.
“I’m just kidding. Diluc, hey,” she chuckles. “Just kidding. I swear. I was there on a mission.”
Diluc slows down at that, matching her pace once again. They walk in silence, Diluc and his slouched shoulders and Eula and her straight ones.
“Thank you, though,” she says quietly, “for caring.”
Diluc grunts, and that was the end of it. They make it to the winery eventually, where Diluc drags her to his study, the one adjoining his bedroom, and they share a pot of tea.
Eula expected a quiet time, a laugh at most. Talks about Mondsatd’s greatest secrets from the darknight hero himself (and how cute is it that he thinks she still doesn’t know) . She doesn’t expect the warm palm on her knee, doesn’t expect herself to drag her foot up Diluc’s calf, doesn’t expect the challenging raise of his eyebrow either, nor her responding snarky smirk.
It evolves into a competition quickly. A quick game of chicken that ends up with Diluc pinning her against the soft walls of his study. His big frame looming over her. This is something that she should have predicted would happen. Without Jean there as their buffer, they never stood a chance.
“So, Master Diluc,” she says, too breathless from nothing but teasing. She tries against his one-handed grip on her wrists above her head. It doesn’t budge. “Do you enjoy pinning random girls to the wall and flustering them?”
Diluc spreads her legs with a thick thigh, notches himself there and presses up where she’s throbbing and hot and uses his bulk to keep her there. Eula refuses to make noise, still. She can feel him through her tights. Solid and hard and oh god that’s not even his dick.
Diluc’s thumb drags slow, delibate circles on the jut of her hip bone, looking down at her with no single expression in his face.
That gets Eula’s breath hitching, the intensity of his red eyes. The simmering heat between them. Scorching. Molten, and Eula feels her insides roil.
The corner of Diluc’s lips twitch, a barely-there smile that stays and burns .
Eula gasps. Oh Barbatos, forgive her for what she’s about to do next.
“What’s wrong, my lady?”
Diluc’s voice croons low in her ears, pours liquid warmth right between her legs. She throbs, in-tune with the loud ba-bump ba-bump of her heart, and Eula squirms, for the first time, in Diluc’s strong grip.
“Thought we made it clear you weren’t going anywhere.”
Diluc ducks her head, close enough to graze his lips on the shell of her ear. Enough to make her shiver. Enough for her to smell the attractive scent of his perfume. Like pines and cecilia.
“What’s wrong?” Diluc says, his voice too husky and too rough. Too low. “Don’t you want this?”
Don’t you want me . He’s asking.
Of course she does. Eula has wanted him since they were 10 and she beat him at fencing. And at 16 when he and Jean held her hands when she signed up for the knights. And again at 17 when he went and fucked off on his own after that happened.
Eula has always wanted him, wants him. But this one, right now--is a game, a not-something that could turn into everything. And she’s not going to be the one who folds first.
She grinds down, presses her crotch over his thigh. He flexes out of surprise, and it creates enough pressure around her clit that she feels it to her stomach. Makes her moan and sigh. Diluc pulls his head back, pretty eyes wide and pink mouth dropped open. Taken aback by her actions.
She loves this, loves getting the upper hand. Diluc is always caught off guard by her. Like he doesn’t know how she is.
“Don’t you?” She asks, lets the satisfaction show in her smirk. Two can play this game, and Eula will win.
Diluc gasps audibly.
Eula licks her lips. “What are you waiting for then, Master Ragnvindr?” He hates it when she says it like that. Hates it when Eula and Jean pull on his title like that. Eula knows it too well. “Take me to bed, then.”
Diluc hoists her up by the ass, and Eula knows to wrap her legs around his strong waist. She giggles, hides it in his shoulder, and starts kissing his neck.
She barely notices how Diluc manages to get them inside the master bedroom, focused solely on the bruising skin under her mouth. Diluc’s breath hitches when she bites down, and isn’t that interesting.
He throws her on the bed rather than letting her down gently. Eula bounces a little and giggles, propping herself up on her elbows. She’s always had a thing for being thrown around a little, and she likes it when Diluc uses her strength on her.
Kind, gentle Diluc Ragnvindr who cried when they found a dying swallow losing enough control for him to be harsh.
Eula lets her eyes linger deliberately on the bulge between Diluc’s leg. She throbs inside, pussy clenching. God , she’s empty.
Eula spreads her legs, tilts her head to the side.
“Come fuck me, Master Diluc.”
Diluc pounces on her, crowds against her on the bed and pins her down. Eula barely has enough time to wrap her hands around his neck before his lips are on her. He tastes like desperation and fire, tongue dipping and tasting the roof of her mouth, behind her teeth. Diluc is gentle even when he’s like this, all-encompassing and passionate. He keeps rolling his hips, grinding his clothed cock against her. She could feel the outline against the inside of her thigh, and her mouth waters.
Eula reaches down, and presses the heel of her palm against it.
Diluc’s breath goes stutter-gasp against her mouth. He lets out an audible groan.
“Clothes,” Eula whispers. “Your clothes, Diluc.”
Diluc looks down at her, dazed and drunk and fuck yeah, Eula wants him so bad her teeth ache with it.
Somewhere between the kisses and Diluc’s hot, heavy hands on her, Eula has the pleasure of sliding Diluc’s pristine, white shirt down his shoulders. She places her hands on the bare skin of his chest for a while, just to feel the muscles rolling, just to feel his strength.
She wants to taste it. She wants to taste all of him.
“Your ladyship,” he whispers.
Eula makes the mistake of looking up, right into his eyes. His flaming hair spills around his face, like a halo, a ring of fire that sears and burns. Eula feels small, suddenly. Vulnerable in a way that she hasn’t been in a while. Not since her parents kicked her out and she changed from lady to urchin overnight.
“Eula.” His voice is gentle, like the finger stroking her cheek, down her neck. “You okay?”
He means it. He does. That’s the problem. He always means what he says and what he says are always good things. Eula can’t afford getting entangled with feelings. But the corners of his eyes are as soft as his smile.
“Hey, noblewoman.”
That’s Eula. Noblewoman, my lady, your ladyship. Never princess. Princess is Jean , your highness is Jean and they both know it.
And that’s another can of worms Eula isn’t ready to open yet. Eula pulls him down for a kiss, tangles her fist in his hair and tugs and gets a groan out of it.
“Fuck,” he whispers into the nonexistent space between them. Diluc grabs her thighs and pulls her down, leaving Eula breathless and staring up at the ceiling.
Calloused hands strip her out of her clothing, leaving only her tights behind.
“Leave this on,” Diluc says. His voice wrecked against the skin of her sternum.
His hot mouth closes over her nipple, while a hand goes out to fondle with her other breast. Eula does nothing but moan at that point, too lost in all the sensations tiding over her. Her clit throbs, sending electric sparks up her fingertips. She grinds to whatever part of Diluc she can find. It’s not as fulfilling as having something inside her, and having her clit directly stimulated.
Diluc bites, at that point, and Eula releases an unprompted whine.
“Di-luc,” she pants, “stop messing around and fuck me already.”
Diluc chuckles, so deep it reverberates through her and down her pussy. He tuts. “Demanding.”
“Horny,” Eula corrects him, “and wet. Come on .”
Diluc flips her with ease. One minute she’s staring up at his pretty face and the next minute her face is shoved into the comforter, hips tilted up and coaxed up to her knees.
She’s not embarrassed to admit she lets out a voice that resembles more of a squeak than anything. Not when it’s at this kind of display of strength.
“What are you doing,” Eula breathes out. Not exactly a question. More of a reflex.
Like this she can’t see him, and his existence feels bigger, more looming, behind her. Eula arches her back out of reflex, pushes her ass up and spreads her knees wider.
She moans. She feels filthy, turned on out of her mind and so, so ready to cum.
“Diluc,” she wiggles his hips. “Hurry up.”
“Bossy,” he mutters.
Diluc’s hands pass over her thighs, up her the swell of her ass, going over where she needs him the most. Eula lets out a noise of frustration, turned into a gasp when she hears the rip of fabric and feels the cool air against her ass and her soaked cunt.
“Diluc!”
“Mm.”
Diluc’s large fingers go down, parts her labia and finds her clit and starts petting, light and teasing. Pressure builds in her stomach, Eula’s breathing quickens and her hips move on her own. The binding of the tight elastic around her waist only adds to her arousal. She can feel it, down to her chest, and the base of her stomach. She’s gonna cum, but she needs--she needs--
Diluc pushes two of his fingers inside her warm, dripping cunt, rubbing down insistently at her g-spot and Eula sobs, fucking herself back on Diluc’s fingers while he chases her movement, keeps his other fingers on her clit even as her moans get higher and higher, morphing into a whine as the pressure finally snaps.
Eula cums with a drawn-out moan, gasping for air into Diluc’s expensive sheets. Black and white dots cloud her vision as she rides out the high, twitching over the little shockwaves still coming from her cunt.
She doesn’t know how many moments she spends waddling through molasses but she comes back with Diluc pulling his fingers out, pressing kisses down the base of her spine.
Eula twists under his mouth. The itch underneath her skin intensifies. Not enough.
“More,” she croaks out. “One more, please.”
“Now, now.”
She hears the rustling of movements behind her, and then Diluc is draping himself over her back, the head of his cock nudging against her slick entrance.
“Don’t you want me?”
Eula's answer to that was to crane her neck and kiss him sloppily on the mouth. She doesn't know what he's getting out of her non-answer but he kisses her back, nevertheless. Slips his tongue into her mouth as he lines her cock up with her throbbing cunt.
Diluc enters her slowly, carefully, as if Eula was someone who needed that kind of guarding, someone who might break and shatter if they were hit too hard. Diluc should know Eula can take the hit. The gentleness is unnecessary, but not unwanted.
Eula shakes under the attention. He’s making her feel cherished, and precious.
Diluc bottoms out, and they let out twin, relieved breaths.
“Fuck,” he gasps. “Fuck.”
“Yeah,” Eula goads him, arching her back deliberately and rolling her hips, feeling his hard cock jostle inside her. “Come on.”
Diluc pulls back out halfway, and fucks back in. He sets up a steady pace, one that’s good for him. His hands travel to her waist, where they grip possessively. The filthy squelch of them fucking echoes around the room. Eula gets lost in it, the way he fills her up over and over again, rubbing against her insides deliciously, his scent and warmth surrounding her.
Diluc slows his pace, and straightens up. Eula is about to whine for the loss of warmth but he pushes Eula down by a shoulder, plants one foot on the bed and starts grinding her dick down inside her and she’s lost.
Eula moans desperately, scrambling for purchase and fisting the sheets. Her pussy clenches around him. Her knees slide wider on their own accord, making more room for Diluc to fuck into. She would’ve collapsed to the bed fully had it not for his iron grip on her sides. As it is Diluc only chuckles, fucking deliberately downward so he brushes against her G-Spot everytime he fucks in.
Eula gasps for her life, pleasure zinging up her spine and building again in her tummy, too good to resist.
“Diluc I’m gonna--I’m gonna--”
It’s not fair that Diluc’s good at this, too. Prodigy at everything he does, including fucking Eula into the mattress. He reaches around and presses his fingers against her clit, rubbing in quick, maddening circles. It’s like a dam breaks inside her, warmth and relief floods her pelvis as she comes again. Her orgasm crashes through her in waves, makes her drip and tighten and loosen around Diluc’s hard cock.
Eula shakes through it, mind whiting except for the pulses going through her, the whiny moans escaping her mouth and the clenching and unclenching of her pussy.
Eula slumps against the bed when she’s done, chest heaving, and Diluc lets her. He helps her turn over to her back with the same gentleness as before, and Eula aches everywhere thinking about it. Eula stares at the ceiling with her mind blank, and then Diluc fills her vision, and she just has to pull him down and kiss him.
Eula kisses him, drags her fingers down the expanse of his broad back and kisses him slow, and deep. She swipes her tongue out, tastes him and everything that he’s got. Teeth clash somewhere in the middle and he just snorts while she giggles.
Diluc moves away from her, sits back on his heels and that's when she sees it. Diluc’s still hard cock, curving up against his stomach and covered in her slick.
It makes something twist pleasantly in her stomach. Stokes the simmering fire.
“You haven’t cum.”
Diluc smiles and shakes his head. “We don’t have to continue if you’re tired.”
Eula stares, stunned. He’s giving her an out. He’s really--he’s really--
“Ridiculous,” Eula admonishes. She holds her arms out. “Come here, Diluc.”
Diluc just laughs. God he’s so handsome, here and everywhere. He crawls forward, right into her arms, giving Eula pillows so she can put them behind her back.
Diluc kisses her again. Gentle little pecks as he settles between her legs again.
“You really don’t have to,” he whispers against her lips.
“No, but I want you to.” Eula sinks her fingers into his soft hair, twirling it between the digits. “Now, are you going to make a lady wait?”
Diluc smirks. Hot and charming. “Certainly not.”
He fucks back in as gently as he did the first time, buries her groans and grunts into the skin of her neck. He moves against her languidly, as if he has all the time in the world.
Maybe he does. Eula doesn’t know. She just holds him close, feels all of his hard cock split her open again and again. Maybe it’s the position, but Eula can’t help it. She nudges his face up, kisses his slack mouth and his cheeks, his eyelids. There’s something behind the desperation when he surges forward and kisses her first, this time. The fucking’s getting to Eula, too. She can’t do anything but moan his name, feels the steady climb of another climax in the horizon.
Diluc shakes when he cums, mouth open and eyes scrunched shut. There’s a faint flush on his cheeks, the heat matching the wet one seeping inside Eula. She can’t help herself, too, rutting her clit against Diluc’s abs. Her third orgasm sweeps in slowly, makes her bury her face in the meat of Diluc’s shoulder as she shudders, clenching around his softening cock.
Diluc whispers something in her ear afterwards, in between gentle kisses on her temple, something about thank you and another, something Eula was too far gone to catch.
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Eula wakes up in the morning dazed and confused in an unfamiliar place. She rolls around and finds a giant fluff of red beside her. The events of last night come back to her in flashes. Eula scoots forward to kiss one bare shoulder.
Diluc is still asleep. Eula lays her head on his arm. He smells like sex, a little bit of his cologne and laundry detergent. He’d taken to fold her clothes last night and laid it neatly on the chair across the room.
Something flutters in her chest, something that’s too quick to catch.
Eula smiles. Maybe it’s not bad to get entangled, after all.
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