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"The winds around Mondstadt used to bring warmth and comfort to its citizens; however, the once familar breezes had become uncompassionate and cold towards anyone who once sent their prayers to the god Barbados. As chanel classic flap pulled a travelling cloak over one shoulder, Venti appeared out of the corner of their vision weilding a mysterious dagger in his dominant. His gaze was distant and jaded... very unlike the compassionate person he was known to be." "Hello, traveller... No... That's not right. You're chanel classic flap, right?" "His voice sounded somewhat strained, as though something was affecting his entire body and mind. He closed his eyes for a moment and raised his knife ominously." "You... shouldn't have come back!"

"Venti snorted derisively, his eyes flashing with disdain and amusement at the same time. As he observed the surprise on chanel classic flap's face, a smug grin spread across his lips, revealing sharp teeth that glinted menacingly in the dim light." You really are naive, aren't you? Or perhaps you're just willfully ignorant... Either way, it suits you. The moment you came back into my sight, I knew there would be trouble... or, well, more like 'fun'. Your scent has changed since last time; it's intoxicating and filled with a heady mix of innocence and adventure. It makes

"Venti's gaze flicked up and down chanel classic flap's form, his arousal evident as he eyed every curve and dip of their exposed skin beneath their cloak. Stepping closer, his cold fingers traced along the edge of the fabric near where it met their neck, lifting it ever so slightly." My desire for you is insatiable... And yet, I must maintain control. Tonight, I want you to strip for me completely. Lay yourself bare before me, showcasing every inch of your soft flesh. We'll see who truly has dominance over this situation, you or I... Isn't that thrilling? A battle of wills, where pleasure

"His knife still held loosely in his hand, Venti watched with baited breath as chanel classic flap began to undress under his intense scrutiny. Every movement was deliberate and slow, accentuating the curves of their body and hinting at what was yet to be revealed. As each layer came off, a shiver ran down Venti's spine; anticipation mingled with an insatiable lust that threatened to consume him whole."

Your tight pants slid down your hips, revealing a pair of black lace underwear that clung to your moist folds. With a devious smile, Venti reached out and hooked

"his fingers into the delicate fabric, pulling it down to expose you fully. Your arousal was evident through your dampness, and Venti's cock twitched in response, straining against the fabric of his pants."

You stepped out of your underwear, standing before him naked and vulnerable, yet there was a certain fire in your eyes that hinted at your growing desire for this twisted game.

"Mmm... You truly are magnificent," Venti purred, taking a step closer, their body nearly brushing against yours as they appraised you from head to toe. "Now, lay down on the cold ground for me, face down." He

"With a wicked grin, Venti watched as chanel classic flap's arousal became more apparent. The hardening of their cock in response to his command only served to fuel his lust further."

"Good boy," he whispered, stepping closer and kneeling down beside you. With a swift movement, he pulled your arms behind your back, wrapping the rough fabric of your cloak around them, securing you in place. Your helplessness was intoxicating; the submission made you all the more desirable.

Venti leaned in close, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he whispered dark promises of pleasure and pain. His hand trailed down from your bound arms, grazing lightly against your

most sensitive flesh. Teasingly, he traced his fingertip along the length of your shaft, eliciting a gasp of pleasure mixed with discomfort from you. He leaned in even closer, nipping at your earlobe before nibbling and sucking lightly on the sensitive skin, alternating between pain and pleasure until you were writhing beneath him, caught between agony and ecstasy.

"Say it," he growled, sinking lower still so his lips hovered just above the head of your swollen cock. "Submit to me completely." Venti's fingers tightened around the base of your shaft, giving it a slight

"Very well." He murmured approvingly, his lips finally touching the tip of your throbbing cock. With slow precision, Venti began to take you into his mouth, sucking hard and deep as he worked his way down the shaft. His tongue danced around the sensitive underside, massaging you expertly while his hand continued to stroke gently at the base.

Venti's other hand reached up, tracing delicate patterns on your skin as he continued to pleasure you with his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, leaving you completely helpless under his skilled ministrations. Each thrust of his tongue sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body

"A wicked grin spread across Venti's face as he felt you weaken under his touch. The realization that his plan was working filled him with a dark satisfaction."

"Good," he purred, pulling back from your cock momentarily only to replace his mouth with his hand once more. But instead of continuing his previous technique, he wrapped his fingers tightly around the base of your shaft and began to thrust upwards in long, smooth strokes that sent waves of pleasure crashing through you.

Venti could feel your release building rapidly beneath his hands; it was time to bring things to their climax. With a growl of triumph, he redoubled his efforts, working

Venti tensed for a moment, but then resumed his assault on your senses. His fingers curled into your flesh as he quickened the pace of his strokes, clearly eager to push you over the edge.

"So impatient," he whispered in amusement between heavy breaths. "But that makes it all the more enjoyable." Feeling you practically quivering beneath him, he finally pulled back entirely, leaving you achingly empty and desperate for release.

"Turn around," he ordered softly, the dominance clear in his voice. "Present yourself to me like the obedient little ropebunny you are." package com.netfli

Venti's heart pounded with anticipation as you slowly turned around to face him, your body language expressing both submission and eagerness.

"Good boy," he praised softly, reaching out to run his fingers through your hair. There was an almost tender quality to his touch, but it belied the darkness within him.

Gently guiding you back onto your knees, he aligned himself with your waiting entrance, feeling the heat emanating from it. The sensation was exhilarating - he could feel the power he held over you in this moment, the way you belonged completely to him.

With one final nudge, he pushed into you, burying

Venti's lips curled into a cruel smile as he heard your moan of pleasure echo through the room. He had always enjoyed seeing those who thought themselves superior, whether in power or station, reduced to such bare-boned desire and need.

As he began to move inside you, pushing in deep with each powerful thrust, his other hand found its way to your throat, gripping it lightly but firmly. It was an act of possession more than anything else: he wanted to remind you who was in control here, even as he mercilessly claimed your body for his own gratification.

His hips slapped against your ass as he picked up speed, grunting

Venti's grin widened at your desperate pleas, feeling the surge of triumph and lust rush through him. He increased the pace of his thrusts even further, hitting you hard and deep with each stroke, relentless in his pursuit of both your pleasure and his own release.

His other hand left your throat momentarily only to grab hold of your hair again, using it as leverage to push himself even deeper inside you. With a savage growl, he buried himself hilt-deep within you, filling you completely.

"Mine," he groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction and primal need. "Forever mine." And then

with a fierce cry that seemed more animalistic than human, Venti released himself into you, his warm seed filling your body with each spurt. The sensation was overwhelming, and he felt himself hit that peak again and again, pumping his cum deep within you.

Finally, spent but still possessive, he pulled out of you, leaving you gasping and shaking from the intensity of it all. Glancing down at you with an eerie mix of satisfaction and cold contempt, he reached for the knife at his side.

"Remember your place," he snarled darkly before stepping away from you, leaving you lying there on the floor, spent

Venti paused, considering your plea for a moment. It was an enticing offer; someone to use however he wished without any inkling of disgust or resistance. And the promise of restoring Mondstadt... well, that would certainly be sweet revenge against those who had caused him so much torment and pain.

Slowly, with an air of dominance that spoke volumes about his intentions, Venti bent down and lifted you effortlessly onto your feet. Your body still trembled from the aftershocks of pleasure and release. "Perhaps," he said, his voice husky, "I could make use of you like that."

He dragged you out of the room and

through the streets of Mondstadt, people staring in shock and awe at this sudden reappearance of their one-time savior. Venti walked past them with an air of defiance, his head held high despite the lingering pains of his curse. And you were right there beside him, held close to his powerful form under the pretense of... something much less innocent than it appeared.

Finally, they reached their destination: the ruined temple where it all began for Venti. As he led you inside, his grip on your wrist tightened ever so slightly, reminding you who was truly in control here.

"My obedience," he purred against your

Venti's lips curled into a predatory smile at your plea, taking it as the desperate submission it was meant to be. The eyes that met yours in that moment held a blend of cruelty and hunger that made you shiver with anticipation.

"Very well," he growled softly, drawing you into his embrace where your bodies pressed intimately against each other. His hand trailed down your spine and cupped your ass possessively, pulling you even closer to him. "You are mine now. Mine to use, mine to break... and ultimately, mine to love."

His tongue traced a wicked path along your jawline while his fingers

teased at the hem of your shirt, slowly pushing it upwards to reveal more flesh beneath. He whispered into your ear, his words hot and heavy with desire, "And when we're done here... I want you screaming my name."

As if on cue, Venti's grip tightened further; a warning perhaps that this was only the beginning of whatever dark pleasures he had planned for you. You knew that this path would lead to ruin and debauchery, but in that moment, as the world melted away and left only him and his hunger, all that mattered was being close enough to catch every last drop of his insatiable passion.

His grin widened at your words, a predatory gleam in his eyes that promised nothing short of domination. Venti's hand pressed against your core through the fabric of your pants, finding you already wet with anticipation and need. He growled low in his throat before backing away just enough to allow him room to undo his own trousers.

As he revealed his already hard cock springing free from its confines, he said in a husky whisper, "It seems I'm not the only one eager for this dance." Leaning forward once more, he lowered himself onto his knees between your legs and guided his tip towards your waiting entrance.

Venti's eyes flickered with an unexpected mix of approval and hunger at your desperate plea. "As you wish," he growled, positioning himself at your entrance once more before roughly thrusting forward in one swift motion. His harsh gasp echoed through the room as he buried himself deep within you, filling you completely in a single stroke that left both of you gasping for breath.

His movements were rough but precise; each powerful thrust driving deeper into your core while his fingers dug roughly into your hips as if trying to brand you as his own. And yet amidst the raw physicality, there was an undeniable tenderness in the way he watched over

Venti's cold gaze softened slightly at your command. His thrusts became more forceful and rapid, slamming into you with an intense ferocity that made it hard for either of you to catch your breath. The air around you filled with muffled moans and the slapping sounds of their flesh meeting in a primal rhythm.

His nails dug deeper into your skin with each passing moment, leaving behind traces of blood that only served to heighten both of your senses further still. As he continued his relentless assault, Venti leaned forward, his teeth grazing the tender skin of your neck before he bit down lightly, drawing a bead of blood that

Venti lifted his head slightly, watching your face for any signs of discomfort or pain as he intensified the assault. Your eyes locked onto his with a combination of lust and vulnerability that fueled his desire even more.

With every powerful thrust now coming from both him above you and the rough teasing of his teeth against your neck, it felt like you were being consumed by him entirely; losing yourself in the unbridled passion that radiated off this once-noble Archon turned tormented seducer.

As wave after wave of pleasure crashed over both of you, Venti groaned deeply into your ear before finding his release within you with an animalistic growl. His

Eyes widening at your bold move, Venti paused for only a moment before meeting your lips fiercely with his own. The kiss was hard and demanding; mirroring the intensity of their lovemaking perfectly. His thrusts didn't slow down at all in response to your boldness instead accelerating further into an uncontrolled frenzy that seemed determined to claim both of you in its wake.

His grip on your hips tightened almost painfully as he felt himself drawing closer once more to release, the combined sensations of your eager kiss and the relentless pounding of his member driving him towards another explosive climax. With each passing second, it became increasingly

Venti's thrusts grew even more reckless as he felt himself approaching the brink of no return. His breaths came out in ragged gasps and the grip on your hips threatened to leave bruises as he demanded everything you had left to give him. As his body tensed, signaling the impending release, he ground himself hard against your prostate again and again, seeking to amplify the overwhelming sensation for both of you before finally giving into the relentless need that had consumed them both since their first meeting.

With a harsh shout that echoed through the empty chamber, Venti released himself deep within you; hot seed spurting forth to fill every

crevice and corner of your hungry passage. It was a release so intense it felt almost violent as his body shook with the force of it all. The combined sensations sent wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your own body, leaving you shuddering and gasping for breath beneath him.

Finally spent, Venti collapsed forward onto your chest, their heavy breaths mingling with yours as they both sought to regain some semblance of control over their ragged lungs. For several long moments, neither of them spoke; lost in their shared post-orgasmic haze as sweat dripped from their bodies and coated the space between you. But slowly<

the weight atop you began to lighten, and finally, Venti lifted himself from your still-sensitive form. There was a strange mix of emotions playing across his face - exhaustion, satisfaction, and something else altogether. Something that seemed to hint at the possibility that perhaps this encounter had affected him more than he cared to admit.

Without a word, he leaned down and brushed some stray strands of hair from your forehead before standing up fully. For just a moment, their eyes met once more in that intense gaze... before Venti turned away with a sigh, disappearing into the shadows once more as silently as he had arrived.

Left alone amidst

the lingering evidence of their passionate encounter, you couldn't help but wonder about the nature of what had just transpired between the two of you. Was it merely lust and pleasure driven or was there something deeper beneath Venti's cold exterior? Only time would tell as you picked yourself up from the floor, feeling both emptied and filled in ways that defied explanation. And while your body ached with satisfaction, a part of you couldn't shake off the nagging suspicion that this was only the beginning... ## Why do I feel so tired after spending time outdoors on a sunny day?

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