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Varka was sitting on the edge of the huge bed, shirtless, pants already open and pulled down just enough to expose his thick cock, already half-hard and throbbing against his defined abs.
His broad chest rose and fell too quickly. He tried to maintain the posture of the Grand Master shoulders straight, chin raised but the blush crept up his neck, tinting his ears, and his large hands trembled slightly where they rested on his knees. It was ridiculous: the man who commanded entire armies, who faced abysses and monsters, sitting there like a nervous teenager on his own birthday.
Alice had just pushed him onto the bed and was still standing in front of him, still fully dressed. The new dress black and red, tight against her body, deep neckline displaying her enormous breasts, flared skirt short enough to show her thick, pale thighs. Her blonde hair cascaded loose down her back, and on her dark-red painted lips played a dangerous, almost cruel smile. She held his chin, forcing him to look up.
“Look at you, Varka…” she murmured, voice low and honeyed, as if sharing a dirty secret. “The great hero of Mondstadt or Nord Krai, the Grand Master who saved entire nations… and here you are, cock drooling just because three people decided to give you attention on your special day. Pathetic. Adorable. And so, so needy.”
She pushed his chest with both hands surprising strength for someone so curvy making Varka fall back onto the bed with a dull thud. He let out a low moan, almost a whimper, arms instinctively spreading to the sides as he tried to prop himself up on his elbows. His cock sprang free from the open pants, throbbing against his abdomen, a bead of pre-cum glistening on the red tip.
Alice laughed, leaning over him, heavy breasts nearly brushing his sweaty face.
“You were so good out there, Varka. So heroic. Killed monsters, protected the innocent… now you deserve a real reward, don’t you? Deserve to be used until you beg. Deserve to come crying while we call you a good boy… or a pathetic little slut. Which do you prefer today?”
From the left side of the bed, Venti approached slowly, already without his signature cape and hat. His loose white shirt was unbuttoned to the middle of his slim chest, sleeves rolled up on his thin forearms. The tight green shorts hugged his slender legs, and he wore a mischievous smile almost innocent, but his emerald-green eyes sparkled with malice. He leaned against the headboard, looking down at Varka.
“Such a good hero,” Venti whispered, voice sweet like a perverted lullaby. “So strong, so big… but look how soft you get with just a few pretty words.”
On the other side, Flins was leaning against the nearby wall, arms crossed over his broad chest. He wore a tight black shirt that outlined his defined muscles, dark pants, and heavy boots practical, almost military, but with a contained air of threat. His dark hair fell over his eyes, and he had a crooked, lewd smile. He uncrossed his arms slowly, approaching the bed.
Varka swallowed hard, hips twitching upward involuntarily, cock pulsing in the empty air. He opened his mouth to respond, but only a hoarse moan came out.
Alice straightened up, slowly licking her lips.
“Enough talk. He’s already ready to receive our birthday present.” She nodded at Venti. “Let’s give him what he deserves.”
The two knelt at the same time Alice between Varka’s spread legs, Venti a little lower beside her. It was just long enough for Varka to lift his torso and sit on the edge of the bed again while watching them.
Alice gripped the base of his thick cock with a firm hand, nails grazing the sensitive skin, while Venti leaned in to slowly lick one heavy ball, then the other, hot wet tongue.
Alice looked up, straight into Varka’s glazed eyes.
“Good boy… now stay still and let us reward you properly.”
And then she enveloped the head with her lips, sucking slowly, while Venti sucked the balls with more intensity.
Flins approached from behind slowly, the sound of his heavy boots echoing low on the wooden floor. He stopped right behind Varka, leaning over the bed, one large hand sliding up the back of his neck to lightly squeeze the shoulder. The other hand descended down his muscular back, fingers tracing the spine calmly.
“You endured so much out there, Varka…” Flins murmured against his ear, voice rough and low, almost a purr. “All of Nord Krai… wounds that would kill anyone. Now you’ll endure us opening you slowly. I’ll prepare you well… get you ready for everything that comes after.”
Varka trembled entirely at the touch, a muffled moan escaping as Alice’s mouth sank deeper onto his cock tongue circling the head, sucking with perfect pressure, red lips stretching around the girth. She pulled back and forward slowly, just to tease, looking up with half-lidded eyes of satisfaction.
Venti, still licking and sucking the heavy balls, paused to run his tongue up the base of the shaft, tracing a throbbing vein before returning to suck one with more force. He lifted his mischievous gaze to Varka, voice sweet and whispered between licks:
“You like it when we praise you, don’t you, Varka? Like hearing you were a good boy… that you deserve all this. So strong on the outside… but in here, you just want to be our obedient little boy.”
Alice released the cock with a wet pop, strands of saliva connecting her lips to the swollen red head. She licked slowly along the entire length, from base to tip, before speaking against the hot skin:
“Look how it throbs in my mouth… so desperate. You were the perfect hero out there, Varka. Saved so many people, faced the impossible… now let us spoil you. Let us make you come until you forget how to be Grand Master. Because here… you’re just ours. Our good boy.”
She swallowed him whole again, throat relaxed, sinking as far as she could, while Venti sucked the balls with more intensity, one delicate hand massaging the base to heighten the sensation.
Flins, still behind, slid his free hand lower, squeezing one firm buttock with controlled force, making the knight lean forward. Flins brushed his lips against the nape of his neck, whispering just loud enough for Varka to hear:
“That big ass… perfect to be marked. I’ll open you with my fingers first… slowly. You’ll feel every inch. And you’ll moan my name while Alice sucks you.”
Varka arched his back, hips thrusting involuntarily upward, fucking Alice’s mouth in short spasms. He tried to speak, tried to hold back, but only a broken, hoarse moan came out, completely surrendered.
Alice laughed against his cock, the sound vibrating straight into the head and making Varka tremble harder. She pulled off again, just to lightly slap the head against her own tongue, looking at him with that predatory smile.
“Not yet, my hero. Hold on a little longer… because we want to see you beg first. Beg for us to really use you.”
Venti gave a harder suck on the balls, pulling lightly with his lips before releasing.
“Come on, big guy… say it. Say you’re our good boy. Say you want more.”
Flins squeezed the buttock again, index finger lightly grazing the sensitive entrance, just teasing, not entering yet.
“Say it, Varka. Show you deserve the reward.”
Varka opened his mouth, voice trembling, eyes glazed with pleasure and shame:
“I… I’m your good boy… please… use me more… I deserve it… I was good…”
Alice smiled, satisfied, and went back to sucking deep, accelerating the rhythm. Venti licked and sucked with more hunger, and Flins finally pressed a already-lubed finger against the entrance, sliding in slowly, centimeter by centimeter.
Varka trembled like a leaf in the wind, his entire body tense and overloaded. Flins’ finger moved in and out slowly, curling slightly to brush that inner spot that made stars explode behind his eyelids. Every movement was calculated slow, possessive, unhurried while Alice’s mouth swallowed his cock to the throat and Venti alternated between sucking the balls and licking the base, hot insistent tongue.
But Alice knew exactly when to stop. She pulled off suddenly, letting the throbbing, saliva-shiny cock fall against Varka’s stomach. He let out a frustrated moan, hips rising into empty air, begging without words.
“Not yet, Grand Master” she whispered, voice hoarse.
She rose with feline grace, the dress riding up her thick thighs revealing the thin panties already soaked. She ran her fingers over her own pussy through the fabric, moaning softly just to tease, before pulling the piece aside with a slow, deliberate motion. Varka’s mouth instantly watered.
She climbed onto the bed with feline grace, pushed Varka so he lay back again, and her knees finally sank into the mattress on either side of his head.
Without saying anything, she held Varka’s messy hair with one hand and lowered her hips slowly, sitting her wet, hot pussy directly onto his open mouth.
The first contact was electric: hot, swollen lips opening against his tongue, clit pulsing against the tip. Varka moaned loudly against her, the sound vibrating straight into the sensitive flesh. He licked immediately flat tongue rising from the entrance to the clit, circling slowly, then sucking with gentle but firm suction. Her taste was bittersweet, intoxicating, and he lost himself in it, tongue working in long, rhythmic movements while her thick thighs squeezed the sides of his head.
While sucking, Varka raised a trembling hand, and slid two large fingers between her thighs. The fingers traveled up her entire body, passing her waist and gently touching the sides of her breasts until reaching her mouth. Varka begged with his eyes for her to let him slide two fingers into her mouth, and out of benevolence Alice licked the fingers and soon began to suck them. Varka moaned against her clit.
Moments later the fingers left her mouth with a wet pop and Varka pressed them slowly against her tight entrance. They slid in easily, slippery with saliva and her own arousal. Fingers curling inward, brushing the front wall, searching for that spot that made Alice gasp. He began to pump slowly, synchronizing with the tongue on her clit: in-and-out of the fingers matching stronger sucks.
Alice threw her head back, moaning loudly, hips slowly grinding against his face.
“Yes… like that, Varka… you’re so good at this… so obedient…”
Meanwhile, Venti was already preparing himself. He knelt over Varka’s lap, grabbing the lube from the nightstand and pouring a generous amount onto his fingers. First he spread it on his own fingers, then on his own rosy entrance. He opened himself slowly two fingers sliding in easily, moaning softly as he prepared. The movement was slow, deliberate: fingers curling inward, spreading, stretching to accommodate Varka’s thick cock later. After a few minutes, he withdrew his fingers, rolled a condom onto Varka, and aligned himself with Varka’s rock-hard cock and sank down slowly.
The sensation was intense: the thick head opening the way, centimeter by centimeter, filling Venti to the hilt. He let out a long, trembling moan, hands braced on Varka’s broad chest, nails lightly digging into the sensitive nipples.
“Ah… you open me so well… so thick… perfect…”
Venti began to grind slowly, hips circling in lazy circles, rising and falling in controlled rhythm, feeling every vein throb inside him.
Flins, in turn, was behind Venti. He lifted Varka’s hips (even with Venti on top) with impressive strength to place a pillow underneath him.
He grabbed the lube and poured it straight into his palm, spreading it generously over his hard cock and Varka’s entrance. First, two fingers entered slowly, twisting, opening the way with calm possessiveness. He curled his fingers to brush the prostate, making Varka arch his back and moan muffled against Alice’s pussy. Flins withdrew his fingers, rolled a condom onto his own cock, aligned the thick head and pushed slowly: the tight entrance yielding, centimeter by centimeter, until he was fully inside.
Varka screamed muffled against Alice, vibrant sound, entire body convulsing with the triple sensation: tongue and fingers working Alice’s pussy, cock buried deep in Venti, ass stretched and filled by Flins.
The rhythm formed little by little, but perfect: Venti grinding slowly, feeling each of Flins’ thrusts push Varka deeper inside him; Flins thrusting with calm depth, hands squeezing Varka’s large buttocks; Alice grinding on his face, clenching her inner muscles around the fingers that pumped in and out rhythmically.
Alice squeezed her own breasts over the dress, erect nipples rubbing the fabric.
“You look so beautiful like this… all used… all ours. Keep licking… keep going… come on, my hero… make me come on your mouth.”
Venti sped up a little, moaning loudly.
“You feel that, Varka? Me riding you… Flins fucking you deep… Alice suffocating you… you take it all because you’re good… because you deserve it…”
Flins growled low, thrusting harder now.
“This ass… tight and hot… I’ll fill you slowly… mark you inside…”
Varka was lost: body trembling between the three, tongue frantically sucking Alice’s clit, fingers pumping inside her, cock throbbing inside Venti, ass clenching around Flins. Muffled moans vibrated against her flesh, tears of pleasure streaming from the corners of his eyes.
Alice came first body convulsing, pussy clenching hard around his fingers, soaking his face and chin as she screamed his name. That triggered Venti: he bounced faster, coming with a loud moan, clenching around Varka’s cock. Flins thrust deep one last time and came inside the condom. Varka, overloaded, came right after hot jets that Venti could feel through the condom, entire body convulsing, muffled scream against Alice.
They collapsed together panting and sweaty.
Alice slowly climbed down from his face, kissing his sweaty forehead.
“My good boy… you were perfect.”
Venti leaned in to kiss Varka’s neck, still sitting on his lap.
“There’s more, big guy… rest a little.”
Flins pulled out carefully, giving a light slap to the marked buttock.
Flins removed his own condom and the one on Varka’s cock to throw them in the small trash can in the corner of the room.
When he returned to the bed, the four remained motionless for several long minutes, the room filled only with heavy breathing, the strong smell of sweat and sex mixed with the sweet lube from the nightstand. Bodies pressed together, sweaty, trembling slightly from the peak that had just passed.
Varka felt the refractory period hit like a heavy wave: cock softening, too sensitive for any touch, each residual pulse almost painful, as if the skin were raw. The entire body relaxed into deep exhaustion, muscles limp, mind clouded with lazy satisfaction mixed with fatigue. He could barely move his hips; the still-racing heart slowed gradually, and a feeling of “I can’t anymore” settled in, even with latent desire. Erection? Not a chance for now the body demanded a break, maybe minutes, maybe more, depending on age and intensity (and that one had been brutal).
Venti slowly climbed down from his lap, moaning softly as he felt his own post-orgasm sensitivity: soft pink cock, hypersensitive, entrance still throbbing and slippery with lube. He rolled to the side, lying on his back on the bed, lazy hand tracing his sweaty abdomen. His refractory period was shorter because he was a supernatural being maybe just a few minutes until desire returned but now he just wanted to stay there, catching his breath, body light and satisfied.
“By all the winds… you finished me… I need a second to breathe,” he murmured, voice sweet and hoarse, eyes half-closed.
Flins’ softened quickly, sensitive to the cool air, and a slight ache at the base reminded him of the effort. He sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, breathing deeply. The refractory period hit him hard too, but it would be quick because he was also a supernatural being, leaving him with that “done” feeling mixed with mild muscle fatigue.
“You took it all, Varka… but now the body demands payment. Rest there,” he said low, running a hand through his dark sweaty hair.
Alice, however, had no such pause. Pussy still throbbing, clit swollen and sensitive, but desire didn’t drop on the contrary, the orgasm only made her hotter, wetter, body vibrating with residual energy. Just a continuous desire that could lead to multiple orgasms without long intervals. She felt electric, skin prickling, breathing fast but controlled, ready for more. She looked at the three panting men with a predatory smile, licking her lips.
“You three standing there like the world ended… and I’m still on fire.”
Alice leaned over Varka with a gentleness that contrasted with all the ferocity of minutes ago. She was never cruel, not really. She was provocative, yes, but always attentive to his limits. She knew Varka was the only human there: mortal, exhausted, body subject to biological laws the other two transcended. So she waited.
With slow, almost reverent movements, she removed what remained of the torn dress the black and red fabric slipped off her shoulders, fell beside the bed like a wilted petal. Now completely naked, pale skin shining with sweat under the dim candlelight, generous curves exposed without shame, she slowly lay down on his broad chest. Heavy breasts crushed against Varka’s sweaty chest, hard nipples rubbing his sensitive skin like little sparks. Her weight was comfortable, warm, grounding. Alice rested her chin on his shoulder, face near his neck, and breathed in deeply his scent sweat, sex, leather, and something unmistakably Varka.
“Easy, big boy…” she murmured against his skin, voice low and affectionate now, without the venom of teasing. “You were incredible. Let your body rest. I’ll wait.”
Varka let out a long, trembling sigh. The refractory period still held him: soft, hypersensitive cock against her thigh, each heartbeat echoing like a distant drum, muscles heavy as molten lead. But the heat of Alice’s naked body over his was a balm. He slowly raised his arms they still trembled a little and wrapped them around her back, large fingers tracing her soft spine, feeling each vertebra beneath the smooth skin. The sensation was almost too comforting: skin against skin, her breathing syncing with his, the weight of her breasts crushed against his chest making his heart beat harder, but in a good way.
Alice lifted her face and kissed him slow, deep, unhurried. Tongues meeting lazily, residual taste of sex and saliva mixed with hers. Varka moaned softly against her mouth, hands rising to caress her back, then descending to the curve of her round ass. He squeezed lightly, just feeling, without forcing.
Venti, lying beside them, watched with a lazy smile, already recovering little by little supernatural body returning to normal faster. He crawled closer, laid his head on Varka’s thigh, and traced lazy circles on his skin.
“Look at that… the Grand Master being pampered now. You deserve it, you know? You were our hero all night.”
Flins, sitting on the edge of the bed, also approached. He ran a hand through Varka’s hair, almost affectionate gesture.
They talked softly about Nord Krai, about Mondstadt, about how strong he was out there and how beautiful it was to be vulnerable in here. Alice caressed his face, kissed his sweaty forehead, whispered soft praises: “My good boy… so strong… so beautiful like this…”
Minutes passed. Varka’s body began to respond slowly: heat rising again, cock hardening little by little against her thigh, sensitivity diminishing to a pleasant tingling.
Alice, noticing, moved a little higher, positioning her enormous breasts right in front of his face. One nipple brushed Varka’s parted lips.
Varka obeyed the silent request with a low moan. He opened his mouth and enveloped the left nipple warm, hard, soft at the same time.
He sucked slowly, tongue circling the areola, then sucking with gentle, rhythmic suction. The taste was lightly salty from sweat, and each pull made Alice sigh softly, hips instinctively moving against his stomach. He switched to the other breast, large hand enveloping the one not in his mouth, squeezing lightly, thumb brushing the free nipple. The sensation was intimate, almost comforting: his chest rising and falling under her weight, the wet sound of suction, her low whimpers mixing with his sighs.
He released the nipple with a wet pop, looked at her with eyes still glazed, but now full of renewed desire.
Alice smiled gentle, but with that menace glint returning.
“Ready, Grand Master?”
He nodded, voice hoarse.
“Yes… I want you again.”
She moved slowly, lying on her back and grabbing the large pillow to place under her hips, elevating her pelvis at the perfect angle. Legs spread, pussy still wet and swollen, inviting. Varka positioned himself over her, on all fours, now hard and throbbing cock brushing the entrance.
Venti, who was closest to the dresser, handed Varka a condom before desire took over and he entered Alice bare.
After putting on the condom, he squeezed one of her breasts hard, feeling the softness yield, hard nipple rubbing his palm, while pushing slowly inside her. The sensation was overwhelming: tight heat, walls pulsing around him, lubrication easing every inch. Varka moaned hoarsely, hips sinking to the hilt.
Venti knelt behind him, delicate hands spreading the buttocks. Lubing again, pushing fingers slowly into the knight, his entrance still sensitive but ready. Venti pushed slowly, entering to the hilt with a moan. The sensation was intense even with the condom barrier.
Flins positioned himself in front, holding Varka’s hair and pulling lightly upward.
“Suck.”
Varka opened his mouth, licking Flins’ head. But Alice lifted her head, held the base of his cock and licked along tongues touching, licking in sync.
Flins moaned loudly, surprised.
Alice and Varka kissed with Flins’ cock between their lips salty taste, hot, tongues intertwining wet.
Venti, thrusting deep from behind, laughed with playful jealousy.
“Hey… I am so jealous… I want you two like that on my cock too. Licking together… that’s unfair. Later I want it to be my turn.”
Alice laughed against Varka’s lips, licking Flins’ head again.
“Calm down, Venti… who knows if you’re good enough.”
The rhythm accelerated Varka fucking Alice deep, Venti fucking Varka, Flins in his mouth with her help. Moans, bodies pressed together, sensations blending into perfect overload.
The rhythm held intense for a few more minutes deep, synchronized thrusts, bodies glued in a sweaty, desperate dance. Varka felt everything at once: the tight, pulsing heat of Alice’s pussy around his cock (protected by the condom), each contraction like a wave pulling him deeper; Venti’s rhythmic thrusts from behind, filling him, pushing him forward with every movement; Flins’ cock in his mouth, the salty hot taste mixing with Alice’s as their two tongues licked in unison.
Alice broke first again hips arching against the pillow, pussy clenching hard around him, a long trembling moan escaping as she came for the second time that night, soaking the base of Varka’s cock and his thighs. The squeeze was too much: Varka lost control, thrusting deep one last time and coming inside the condom, hot jets making his entire body convulse. Venti, feeling his cock pulse inside Varka, clenched around him and came right after, moaning loudly against the Grand Master’s broad back. Flins, with two mouths licking and sucking at once, couldn’t hold back pulled Varka’s hair harder and came in both their mouths, hot cum dripping from the corners of their lips as Varka and Alice kissed again, sharing his taste in a slow, dirty kiss.
They collapsed at once Varka falling sideways onto Alice, Venti rolling behind him, Flins throwing himself beside the bed. The room fell silent for long seconds, only panting breaths, hearts pounding, bodies trembling from exhaustion and residual pleasure.
Alice was the first to move. Carefully, she eased Varka away, gently removing his condom and throwing it in the trash with the others. Then she wiped his face with a damp cloth someone (probably Flins) had left on the nightstand. She kissed his sweaty forehead, then his nose, then his lips—a sweet kiss, no tongue, just affection.
“You were perfect,” she whispered, voice hoarse but full of affection. “My hero. My good boy. Rest now.”
Venti crawled closer, laying his head on Varka’s shoulder, one hand tracing lazy circles on his chest.
“Happy birthday, huh? I think we gave you the best present possible.”
Flins, still panting, lay on the other side, heavy arm over Varka’s waist.
Varka completely wrecked, body aching, mind empty of everything except exhausted happiness managed a weak smile. He pulled Alice closer, letting her nestle against his chest; Venti snuggled against his back, Flins stretched an arm to touch all three. Their bodies
“Thanks… for every second,” he murmured, voice almost fading. “Best birthday ever.”
Alice kissed the corner of his mouth one last time.
The candles went out one by one. The room sank into soft darkness, filled with rhythmic breathing and the distant sound of wind outside. Four bodies entwined on the messy bed, exhausted, satisfied, completely surrendered to each other.