ULTRA NSFW 91 - (Genshin) CH*LDE/TARTAGL*A TAKES HIS PRIZE!! (33 MIN) (Female & Male Pronouns!)
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Losing a fight really means much more when the winner can take whatever they want. As your sword falls away from you, you now understand - you've given yourself to him. And this unhinged, bloodthirsty man wants everything left of you...You can only tremble as he unleashes his wild ambition upon you.
Art: https://twitter.com/kinnimin
Script: Skek
tags: 3d asmr, Childe, Genshin Impact, Tartaglia, asmr, bdsm, binaural, comfort, hug, humiliation, jealous, kinky, kiss, male pronouns, female pronouns, name calling, nsfw, orgasm control, romance, rough, rough sex, sadistic, sex, tease, villain, whispers, yandere
Spoils of War (Character: Tartaglia/Childe/Ajax (Genshin Impact)
Summary: Tartaglia beats Listener in a sparring session. There are no medals to be given here, but the winner certainly gets rewarded for his efforts.
[The sound of clashing blades and Childe’s manic laughter.]
“Come now, Comrade! Surely you can do better than that.”
[Childe grunts as he sends the Listener flying. They land on their back, winded. He laughs, striding towards them. He stops by their side, kneeling to taunt them.]
“Looks like this is my victory, huh? I’ve never seen you move so slowly. I’m not even sure that’s a win I can be proud of.”
[ He pauses while Listener speaks.]
“Hm? No gloating?”
[A soft chuckle. He takes their chin between his fingers, shaking their head and talking down to them.]
“Gloating is one of the best things about winning, though. Especially when you pout like this.”
[ He kisses their forehead.]
“Mmm. Frown at me all you want. It won’t change the outcome of the fight. Now,”
[ He hums, checking over their body for wounds. His touch is gentle.]
“Any injuries? Just wounded pride?”
[ Listener grumbles and tries to shove Childe away.]
“Oh? You think I should just take my prize and get it over with? Hmm…”
[ He leans in to whisper in Listener’s ear. His smile is audible in his voice.]
“You sound angry, but I get the feeling you’re really eager for me to do as I please with you. Don’t tell me that you lost on purpose just because you were excited for what comes next, my pet.”
[ Another pause. Soft laughter crescendos into something more sinister.]
“.... So you did lose on purpose! How amusing! You really are full of surprises, aren’t you? However-”
[ He stands as if he is going to leave.]
“I’m not sure I should reward you for just giving up. Losing is supposed to be agonizing.”
Sigh.
“Maybe I should just go jerk off, yeah? Leave you wanting so you'll go all out the next time we fight.”
[ Childe begins to walk away when Listener calls after him.]
He stops. Shudders.
“... what did you just say?”
[ Listener doesn’t answer. Childe walks back, slowly. With the same agonizing pace, he kneels once more.]
“I said. What did you just say?”
[ When Childe speaks again, his voice is eerily soft.]
“... That’s what I thought, my pet.”
[There is a flurry of sound as Childe picks Listener up and forcefully pushes them back against a wall. Deep, aggressive, ravenous kisses.]
"You know I can't resist your pathetic little pleas when you call me Ajax."
[He growls and kisses them again. Eventually he relents, only to laugh ominously.]
"Fine. I'll have my reward. And I will have you repeating that name until you're whispering it even as you sleep."
[ More heated kisses. Childe begins to undo his belt. Listener goes to help him but he smacks their hand away.]
“Oh no, darling. You don’t get to touch unless I give you permission.”
[ He unzips his pants. Listener shuffles impatiently as Childe frees his cock.]
“You look so desperate for my body, pet. I might even say the feeling of watching you writhe is more euphoric than victory itself.”
[ He strokes himself. He isn’t afraid to let the Listener know how good it feels, either. His soft moans make them struggle more.]
“Ahaha. Are you jealous, hm? You want to touch?”
[ Kisses.]
“You’re so red, love. You can’t hide how you’re feeling from me. I know what you want. Mmm.”
[ His hand slows.]
“If you’re not going to use your mouth to speak the truth, then…”
[ Kiss. Pause. He replaces his lips with two fingers.]
“I will stuff it with my cock to keep it from spreading any more lies.”
[ He pushes them to their knees. Laughter.]
“Look at you, my eager little whore! No further instruction and you’ve got your mouth open and waiting.”
[ His cockhead rests on their tongue.]
“You’re more obedient than the Fatui soldiers that I’ve trained with my own blade. They fear my wrath. You, however… you just fear you will miss out on a good throatfucking.”
[ Dark laughter.]
“Be a good boy/girl and give me the prize I crave, okay?”
[ SLOPPIES SLOPPIES SLOPPIES WOOO]
“Fuck, pet. That’s fucking perfect.”
[ This man is railing their mouth.]
“Ahaha! You moan like a whore when you suck me off, you know.”
[ Slurp slurp motherfucker]
“Try saying my name with your lips around my fucking cock, pet…. Yes, like that. Oh fuck.”
[ ~smut smut smut~]
“You must enjoy this so much. Maybe you’ll ask for it even if you win next time.”
[ Childe has been worked into a frenzy.]
“Hahaha… I bet you want me to cum down your throat. Right?”
[ They nod. He laughs. ~Sloppy~]
“Too bad, sweetheart.”
[ He fucks their mouth until the last second. He pulls out and cums all over Listener’s face. Heavy breathing, panting.]
“Haha… A trophy painted by yours truly.”
[ He kisses their forehead.]
“Ready for a rematch? I haven’t even gotten to use Foul Legacy yet.”
...(rest is unscripted!)