Deep Breathing
Canon: Genshin Impact.Ships: Dvalin / Diluc Ragnvindr / Venti.
Characters: Diluc Ragnvindr, Venti,
Dvalin.
Words: 6809 words.
Canon: Genshin Impact.Ships: Dvalin / Diluc Ragnvindr / Venti.
Characters: Diluc Ragnvindr, Venti,
Dvalin.
Words: 6809 words.
It was an evening like any other, the day that the bard leaned over the counter with his eyes opened wide, his expression one of shy pleading. Diluc was wiping clean and dry the last few glasses of the night - except the one in Ventis grasp and those used by the few stragglers that he would soon have to toss out - and Angel’s Share was quiet. “Master Diluc?” Venti called, drawing Dilucs gaze from the glass and rag in his hands to the small entity on the other side of the counter. “I’d like a teensy, tiny favour?” Diluc blinked down at Venti, saw his pleading expression grow even more pleading. “Unless it involves making sure you finally pay off your tab, I’m not interested.”
A pout took the place of the pleading expression on Ventis face. He sounded hesitant. “Do I wanna ask how much that is?” Probably not, but Diluc still told him the astronomical number of mora that Venti owed, that Diluc had been kind enough to put on a tab even though he wasn’t keen on letting people open up tabs in the first place, unless they were reliable in their repayment, which Venti was not. He only allowed Venti to do so anyway because the bard was somehow his god, not because he had been swayed by big, pleading eyes. If all it took were making cute expressions at him, he would already have seen himself brought to ruin. He wouldn’t even have opened a tab for Venti, he would have just let him not promise to pay at all. Venti laughed awkwardly, bringing Diluc out of that thought. The bard scratched his neck. “Nooo, um, it’s totally different. More, you know, personal.” The way that Venti glanced over at the stragglers off to the side, then back up at Diluc- his tongue darting over his lips briefly, told Diluc that ‘’personal’’ meant, in this case, ‘’sexual’’, though he didn’t know in what way. Ignoring the way that his ears heated up, Diluc turned back to the glass in hand, turning it over before moving on to the next. Once he was done, he took Ventis then empty glass. Finally, he had the stragglers ushered out, ignoring their protests that they wanted just one more glass. Venti was leaning against the wall outside once Diluc closed up, and though he reasonably should have been too drunk to walk, his footing was steady as he fell into pace with Diluc. “What exactly is it, then?”
Venti had grasped his hand once they crossed the bridge out of Mondstadt, guiding Diluc the opposite direction of the Dawn Winery, into the forest. “There’s this thing with Dvalin,” Venti started. He cheerfully said, “He needs help with his eggs!”
At the same time as Diluc stopped to stare at the petite deity, a confused “what” passing his lips, Diluc felt a sudden gust of wind from his left. Startled, he stared up at the face of the dragon that had once terrorized Mond, that was their former protector- He had seen the dragon up close before, but never this close. He could touch him, and he wouldn’t even have to reach far. Dvalin was breathing on him, drawing in his and Ventis scents.
“Are you sure?” the dragon asked. His voice was deep, rumbling, and it felt as if the very ground Diluc stood on shook with the words. “The human looks frail-bodied.” Diluc felt insulted, but he was also confused. He didn’t know what it was that Venti wanted of him, with this favour of his, but he knew to feel nervous, with the dragons warm breath and sharp attention on him. “I’m sure!” Venti chirped. His arms wrapped around Diluc, his cheek resting against his arm, one hand on Dilucs stomach and the other on his waist, as he looked up at Dvalin. Something rustled to Dilucs right, where Venti stood so, so close, and Diluc caught sight of wings. Ventis wings, which he had only seen a handful of times. Shining and white, even in the darkness of the forest. Glowing a little blue, reflecting the light from Ventis tattoos and Dvalins markings. “Besides, I’ll reinforce him, don’t worry.”
Diluc cleared his throat then, drawing both the dragons and the archons eyes to him. “I’m.. not quite clear on what it is that you are speaking of,” he said, a little hesitant to even ask. He felt Venti nuzzle his sleeve with his nose, and saw reproach in Dvalins eyes, directed too low to be aimed at Diluc himself. “Barbatos, did you not inform him?”
“I was going to! I wanted to see what you thought first. What do you think? Isn’t he pretty and strong?”
Dvalins face came even closer. Diluc could feel his breath press into his throat, could feel his scales slip against his skin, and involuntarily he shivered. Those teeth were so close. So large. Like knives. It would be so easy for the dragon to simply open its mouth and tear him apart with them. He felt Ventis arm move away, saw his hand touch Dvalins snout.
“He smells of ember and power,” the dragon said. His voice was right there, in front of Diluc, reverberating through his chest, and Diluc could see the dragons tongue as large mandibles parted, past teeth sharper and deadlier than his own sword. Diluc swallowed. “Like fire, like iron. And... sweet..?”
“That’d be the wine stuff!” Venti informed, as if ‘’wine stuff’’ was an actual term used to describe something in particular within the industry. “I know he can do it.”
Diluc scowled, and almost snapped at them both in the frustration of being left out of a conversation where he was the main topic. “Do what?”
“Host dragon eggs.” It was a simple reply. They both said it. They said it as if it was the simplest, most natural thing in the world, and not completely outlandish. Dilucs face burned, and he was not sure if it was with embarrassment or humiliation or----- or something he would never put into words. (Something akin to curiosity, yet not exactly that, either.) “Excuse me?”
“You’d do so well,” Venti said. His eyes turned up, both his hands circling Dilucs body, curving around his waist. His eyes were big, pleading, sparkling. “And be so pretty as a mama dragon.”
“I- You- That’s---”
Diluc looked away, too embarrassed by how easily he was giving in.
Maybe it wasn’t financially that Diluc was being ruined by large, pleading eyes.
“Alright.”
Venti cheered. His arms tightened around Diluc, his wings flapped, and he pressed his lips to Dilucs cheek, then found his lips, his hands grasping Dilucs face. Diluc knew Ventis feet were not touching the ground. They were face to face, because Venti was flying. He could feel the wind from his wings, could hear the sound that they made. He felt Dvalins nose press against his side. The dragon was purring, he realised, and that, combined with Ventis excitement, made the flush on his face only increase.
He was then taken by the hand, and dragged even further into the forest, the dragon lumbering along after them, careful not to brush too closely up against any tree trunks, or snap any low-hanging branches.
He didn’t know how deep into the forest they went, but Diluc hoped the answer was deep enough as Venti stood behind him, slowly stroking his stomach. Tugging gently at his shirt, pulling it free from his trousers to let him access Dilucs bare skin. He hoped more than deep enough as Dvalin nuzzled him with his beak, rubbing the length of it against his chest. He heard his belt fall to the floor of the forest, the glassy click of his Vision as it tapped against the leather and metal. Ventis hands traced cool warmth across his abdomen, and he could feel the little mans lips move against his back, though he couldn’t hear his words. Diluc could feel Dvalins rumbling purrs with his whole body, and his breath hitched when he felt the tip of the dragons tongue brush his throat. It was large, warm, and wet, and the sensation drew a keening sound out of Dilucs throat.
Venti freed Diluc of his shirt, and it fell to the ground together with his coat and belt, covering the red glow of his Vision. It gave both free access to Dilucs upper body, Venti with his hands, with his lips, Dvalin with his beak, with his tongue.
Never before had Diluc experienced anything of the sort. Had anyone? The thought that he wanted to be the only one crossed Dilucs mind.
Ventis whispers pressed like secret kisses against Dilucs skin, his hands drew patterns that might have been simple, might have been intricate. The top of Dvalins beak touched Dilucs chest and without thinking Diluc reached out, puts his hands against smooth scales. He stroked them, and even through his gloves he could feel the texture. Dvalins breath was warm against his belly, mingling with Ventis gentle touches.
It was overwhelming.
Diluc was shivering lightly, his body needing the support that his arms found around Dvalins head.
Dvalin leaned his nose against Dilucs shoulder, and Diluc felt the air of his breath wash across his back. “Not yet, not yet,” he heard Venti murmur, just a bit louder than his whispers, enough to reach Dilucs ears. “Soon.” It was a promise that he didn’t really know the meaning of, but it was one his body felt with growing anticipation.
It was in the heat of his skin, the rhythm of his heart, the murmur of blood in his ears, the ache in his crotch.
Venti placed a kiss on his back, on a spot perfectly in between Dilucs shoulder blades. “Let’s get more comfortable, Master Diluc,” he murmured in Dilucs ear.
Wordlessly, Diluc complied, let Venti pull him to a large, grass-covered rock. Venti lowered in front of him, and his skin was glowing, the tattoos on his pale skin casting his being into an ethereal visage. Dvalins head rested on the rock beside Diluc, and Diluc caressed the dragons snout with a still-gloved hand.
Venti undid Dilucs trousers, slid them down, and together with Dilucs underwear, dropped them to the ground. Diluc was left wearing only his boots and his gloves. “Ven- ti,” he groaned, as Venti placed a kiss on Dilucs lower leg. “I want my- my Vision-” he stammered. The hand not touching Dvalin clenched, unclenched. He met Ventis big-eyed gaze with his own narrow one. “Please.”
Venti gave Dilucs leg another slow, soft kiss. Then he rose, floated down from the rock, and soon landed beside him once more, carried to his side by his strong wings and a soft wind. “Here,” he said, softly, as he slid the belt, just the lower of the straps, around Dilucs waist and secured it loosely there. The Vision warmed Dilucs skin, a comforting presence and a red light painting his skin.
Settling between Dilucs legs, Venti brushed his hands along Dilucs thighs. “Spread your legs a bit more, okay?” he urged, and Diluc did as asked.
Venti placed a kiss to the tip of Dilucs cock. Diluc let out a whimper as a result, his fingers twitching over Dvalins scales. Then he let out a whine, when Venti gave his half-hard cock no further attention.
Instead, Venti dipped far, and with a stronger grip than his small size told of, he hoisted Diluc up. Diluc let out a startled cry when Ventis face buried against his ass, his tongue lapping at his anus. Diluc shivered. His arms tensed underneath him and hands balled into tight fists. Beside him, one of Dvalins eyes was locked on him, on them, on Diluc, and on Venti. It somehow heightened the feeling of the tongue that brushed over the ring of twitching muscles, the breath against his skin, the light brushes of his swaying Vision. “O-ohh--” Ventis tongue pressed past the muscles, and Diluc felt it press deeper. It couldn’t go very far in, Ventis tongue was small, just as his body was, but he knew how to use it well.
“Is he cold?” Dvalins voice rumbled, then repeated, “Are you cold?” Diluc opened his eyes, and he saw the dragon watch him, even as Venti spun his tongue inside of Diluc, his hands securely wrapped around his thighs.
Was he cold? He didn’t know. His body was shivering, but he didn’t know if it was from the sensation of Ventis tongue inside of him, or from the chill in the breeze that carried through the forest.
No answer was needed, Diluc didn’t need to figure out if that was the case or not, because Dvalins claw had hooked underneath Dilucs coat, and slightly lopsided, it was draped over his shoulders. Dilucs hands closed around the fur lining, and his body pressed into the side of Dvalins large head. He moaned against the scales, and he could feel the texture against his lips, unfamiliar and strange. A little rough, and wet with the evening damp air.
Diluc writhed into Dvalins body heat, grasped the horn toward the tip of his beak. There were vibrations below his belt- Venti had started to hum a happy melody into Dilucs asshole, around his tongue and fingers that had slipped inside. It was embarrassing, and it was a sensation running through his body that made his body clench and unclench, tighten and relax, and with the reactions of Dilucs body, Venti only made even further sounds.
When Venti finally pulled his tongue and fingers out, he made a loud, silly noise, a kiss placed on the twitching ring of muscles, wet with his saliva. “You have suuuch a pretty butt,” Venti announced happily, and he rubbed his cheek against Dilucs. “I could keep going but we’re tight on time.”
Venti bounced up to his feet, and Diluc found himself in the archons embrace, pulled against him from behind. He could feel him through his slipping coat, the contour of his slight body, the strength in his thin arms.
Dvalin moved, lifting his head off the rock, and when his head lowered between Dilucs legs, Dilucs eyes widened.
He let out a startled cry, when the tip of Dvalins tongue found his anus. Even the tip was bigger than Ventis tongue, and though he had already been prepared, it was still a shock to Dilucs body and his mind, when slowly, Dvalin started to push his tongue inside.
The dragons eyes were sharp, locked on Diluc though his eyes were placed at the sides of his head. The large tongue moved slowly, carefully, only pushing a little way inside before pulling back out again. It worked him slowly, carefully, and sometimes, Dvalins tongue slipped over the length of Dilucs cock and it was such a strange, startling sensation that the first time it happened, Diluc came hard, his seed spilling over his belly and chest, drops hitting the fur of his coat. He was unsure of when his hands were grasped by Venti, but the small dietys body surrounding him was a great support for his shivering body.
It felt as if his insides were filled to the brim, as if his ass was stretched so wide it might tear, but he also felt way better than he thought he ever had. The way his prostate was brushed against over and over by the bumps on Dvalins tongue, constantly massaged, the way the large tongue twisted inside of him, further and further. If not for the arms around him and the tongue inside him, Dilucs orgasm would have made him fall off the rock. Dilucs legs twitched, pressing against the large beak. His lungs were filled by the dragons breath, making it feel as if he was entirely filled by the dragons presence. It was almost too much to handle.
When Dvalin retracted his tongue, with wet, sloppy noises, Dilucs insides clenched in longing, the loss of the large warm appendage great. He could feel air enter him, cooling his insides rapidly. Diluc groaned, a pitiful whine drawn out of him.
Dvalin nuzzled Dilucs cheek with his beak, and his voice shook his body. “Sweet little human.” Diluc didn’t know the words was in reference to his scent, which the dragon had commented on before, or to his taste, which Venti would often praise with similar words, or if it was about something else. Dilucs hands grasped at Dvalin - Ventis arms wrapped around his torso, slowly stroking his skin - and he felt another orgasm rush through him with the vibrations of the deep voice. He didn’t know how he was supposed to last, if this was only the preparation.
The rock seemed to groan, as Dvalin put both front feet on it, his weight moving forward. His body rose above Diluc and Venti, and Diluc stared at the belly that was exposed. It was broad, scaly, and blocked out the night sky that had previously been visible through the trees.
Something thick, heavy, and large, dripping wet, landed on Dilucs stomach. The tip was near his face, and he saw Venti caress it. It dwarfed his hand something absurdly. Diluc let out a quiet, nervous whine when he realised that what was resting on his stomach, pulsing and smelling of things he couldn’t even name except that it was strong and intense, was Dvalins cock.
Venti touched it for a few moments, a minute maybe, Dilucs mind seemed to have shut off his ability to keep track of time, and then his hand, wet with the dragons moist fluids, touched Dilucs belly, smeared wetness across his skin underneath the heavy dragon cock. Dvalin raised his hips, shifted them back, and lowered them back down.
“Is that, even possible?” Diluc wondered. He swallowed, a thick, stony lump in his throat. Venti caressed his skin, fingers brushing over his navel and grazing a nipple. Dilucs belly was shivering, his nipples hard and sensitive. He whimpered quietly. “You’ll be perfect,” Venti assured him, his voice soft and safe in Dilucs ear. The tone and the touch, comforting in their familiarity, made Diluc relax, though he still nervously eyed the cock moving slowly to find its right place.
It was big, even at the tip. A tip that was slim, pointy, and should have been far too big to fit as easily as it did. The preparation had done more than wonders, Diluc felt. The cock head slowly pushed inside of him, spread him open further and further, and he could see how the bottom of his belly rounded as it somehow fit inside. Yet, there was so much more of the cock that wasn’t inside, still clearly visible to Diluc.
Dvalin stayed unmoving, for a long time. For what felt like eternity. He bent his neck, somehow reached to ruffle Dilucs hair with his breath. His chest, above, expanded and retracted, with each breath that the dragon took, slow, and steady, and comforting in a way completely different from the sure hands Venti still held him with.
The wait, as long as it seemed, was finally broken, when Dvalin slowly started to move, just a little. An excruciatingly slow in-and-out, which only brought the cock just a little bit inside, a little bit back out. It brushed against Dilucs prostate, making it feel as if that sensitive spot was pressed between the cock, with its rounded bumps, and the uneven rock beneath.
“Oh, o-- lord-- Lord Archon--” Dilucs voice came out a prayer, and he heard Ventis amused laughter, soft behind him. “I’m right here,” the anemo archon assured him, his hands drawing patterns onto Dilucs skin, over the tense stomach, the stretched skin where Dvalins cock was rocking gently back and forth. Dilucs voice fell into quiet murmurs of moaned prayers, his gods true name on his tongue, and in response, Venti pressed kisses where he reached.
Then there was a sensation of something small, but heavy, dropping inside of Diluc. He let out a startled moan, confused, as weights like large beads dropped one by one inside of him.
It was a strange sensation, one which he wouldn’t know how to put into words. One by one, the beads, like stones, added more and more weight inside of him. After a while, he could see his skin start to stretch, a bulky, bumpy pattern taking shape. He was being filled, his skin being pulled taut with the stones - the eggs - underneath it, and he could see a soft blue glow on his skin form rounded patterns. Dvalins cock head still rocked softly back and forth, stretching him open wide, rubbing against his prostate, and Ventis hands caressed any skin they could reach, his lips nipping at Dilucs ear. Sometimes, teeth grazed his skin.
He lost track of everything, time, space, the forest surrounding them. All he knew was the sensation of being further and further stretched, filled, of the overwhelming sensation of Dvalins cock bumps rubbing his prostate bruised, and his body twitching, tensing like a drawn bow-string, his cock spilling seed until it was aching and unable of releasing anything but air.
He was unsure when Dvalin pulled out his cock. Perhaps Diluc had passed out for that moment, he wasn’t sure. His mind was fuzzy, a blanket of the repeated orgasms covering his ability to form proper sentences with his thoughts.
“Barbatos,” he heard- he thought he heard- and he felt Ventis embrace loosen, then disappear. Then hands, caressing his twitching legs. A pressure agaisnt his swollen ass hole.
It was so easy for Venti to slip his cock inside, to push all the way in until his balls pressed against Dilucs ass. Dvalins tongue and cock had loosened Dilucs hole so much that it gaped wide, even more than his tongue had, dripping with Dvalins fluids that the eggs lay in until they were deposited into the host.
Ventis hands caressed Dilucs thighs as he fucked him- a firm, unrelenting pace, harsh in comparison to the pace Dvalin had set. Diluc was so loose that it didn’t hurt one bit, but the friction stimulated his nerves in a punishing fashion, to an extent where Diluc felt his cheeks grow cold and tight.
Diluc had already lost any coherency of his words, but that moment he had lost all ability to think at all, as well.
Dvalin gently nustled Dilucs cheek and throat with his beak as Venti pounded Dilucs sensitive ass. Dilucs twitching was so harsh that the dragon had to put a foot gently on top of him, one finger on his torso, to hold Diluc in place.
Diluc couldn’t even feel it as Ventis seed washed over the eggs, coating them in the sticky substance.
It wasn’t because he passed out, though he was close to it, just on the brink of unconsciousness, but because he was so enraptured by the feeling of the cocks slide in and out, the hands and scales on his sweaty skin, the stutter of Ventis hips against his rear and the bite of nails.
His last slivers of consciousness faded with rumbling words in his ear, though he was unable to understand them at that point.
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...
His body was heavy. It was the thoughts that he awoke to, some time later. Diluc lay on the ground, shielded from the night by Ventis embrace and the darkness that he realised was the dragons wing and body beside and above him.
“If he ascends, he could do this always.” Ventis words were distant, Diluc heard them as though through a fog. Always? As in, every day, every month, every year- every decade, century? Always. His cock twitched, a little spurt of dry air erupting from the tip, just a little but enough to tell him, without thinking too much about it, that at least his body would enjoy that. To be used so lovingly to carry the eggs of the dragon, to have Venti spill seed on them, to lose every rational thought to the way his skin stretched as he was filled with more and more eggs.
Diluc groaned, and he would have rubbed his head with his hand had his arms not felt so heavy. Instead, he turned his face toward the nearest surface, and found himself rubbing his forehead against Dvalins scales.
“You’re awake!” Venti said, his voice cheerful and bright. His hands were caressing the stretched-out skin of Dilucs stomach, light filtering between his fingers. Diluc felt warm, enveloped in pure softness, due to the fog wrapped around his brain. “You should seek bed-rest for some time,” he heard Dvalin say, felt him say. “Until the pups are ready to be born.”
“Yeah,” Venti agreed. Diluc blinked slowly up, but the only one he could look at was Dvalin, as from his position, he couldn’t see Venti, only feel him. “The pups...?” he wondered, and Dvalin nuzzled his cheek with his beak. “It will be a few weeks at most, then they will hatch.” It took several moments for Diluc to figure out what that meant. He heard himself ask, rather than decided to ask, of the dragon; “Will they hatch inside of me?” The dragon breathed air onto him, flooding Dilucs lungs once more with it. “Some of them surely will.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll help out,” Venti assured him. Diluc felt the world around him shift. Venti was carrying him on a gust of wind. “We should go before it gets light out,” he said, more to Dvalin than to Diluc. Light, as much as existed in the night, returned to Dilucs field of vision, as Dvalin shifted his wing away. “You will let me know when time nears?” Venti replied that of course he would. He would keep him updated.
Diluc saw the light grow dimmer as they were not enveloped in Dvalins glow any more, only Ventis soft light showing the path through the forest. Diluc realised that he was clothed, though the front of his clothes had not been buttoned up. It was impossible, as Dilucs belly was large as if he were more than heavily pregnant with multiple children, his skin obscenely stretched, somewhat lumpy and not perfectly round.
Venti brought them back to Dawn Winery, snuck him inside the manor without any of the servants seeing them. There must have been something that indicated Diluc was back, however, some sounds Venti had made, perhaps, as a knock was heard on Dilucs bedroom door as Venti was pulling his boots off for him. “Master Diluc?” Adelinde called through the door. She sounded tired, though only mildly concerned. It wasn’t the first time Diluc returned so late it was early, but he didn’t usually make way through the manor secretly, and she would always come to see if there was anything that he needed before retiring for however few hours were left until he would be up and about once more. “You can go back to bed,” Diluc said, somehow managing to sound normal, though tired. “If you would have a pot of tea brought at eight in the morning, it would be appreciated.” He could imagine her calm, as nothing seemed out of the ordinary. “Of course, Master Diluc. Good night.” Adelinde retreated, and Diluc sank back against the bed. Venti spread the blankets over him, then, once as nude as Diluc once more was, slipped under the covers beside him. Diluc watched the strange sight of the blankets raised by his belly. He hesitated, then slipped a hand over to stroke his bloated belly. He could see the blankets shift a little with the caress. Ventis arms settled around him, and the little archon pressed his lips against Dilucs shoulder. Venti murmured, “You did so well tonight.” Diluc felt his face heat up, and he glanced over at Venti. He was not glowing any more, as he had concealed the tattoos magical properties once they neared the fringe of the forest, but the patterns still pained his skin. “I know you’ll keep doing this well.” Diluc didn’t reply to that, choosing instead to dodge the genuine praise with a huff, telling the bard to go to sleep and not bother him with his ramblings.
...
Adelinde gawked, when she first saw Dilucs state, before she realised how rude she was behaving to her employer, and collected herself. She didn’t inquire about it, instead opting to ask how he wanted business to be handled while he was indisposed. As she left Dilucs chamber, he saw her send a scrutinising look Ventis way.
Dilucs relationship with Venti wasn’t anything that was widely known of. It wasn’t as if he had announced it to anyone. It was more that the staff had their suspicions, and they did not truly take into account the fact that Venti outright had told two of the maids that he was Barbatos, and that he wasn’t a child, as they so clearly thought when he had asked for wine to drink; nobody took his word for it. The speculations were kept behind closed doors, at least, and stayed on winery grounds. But Venti became a semi-permanent fixture, even before he moved in temporarily full-time to keep an eye on Dilucs state.
Which Diluc felt was a relief, though he wouldn’t tell the bard that.
As the days went by, Diluc saw his skin stretch thinner as his belly grew with the eggs. It made him worry that his skin would stretch too far, and that it would break from the strain. Ventis hands caressing him, his lips kissing him, his voice murmuring in his ear, were a comfort in that unease. Had he been alone in the current situation, he would perhaps have ended up trying to cut himself open to let them out, to control the tearing rather than let it happen without warning, even if the end result would have been the same.
The next few weeks were strange, to say the least. Diluc couldn’t exactly leave the estate, or even his bedroom, and it made him restless. He occupied himself with work, having a table placed over his legs to allow him to write as he sat in bed. His body ached from the lack of movement, particularly his rear, from all the time spent simply sitting on it. Dilucs skin ached, too, stretched taut as it was over Dvalins eggs. Lines trailed paths across his skin, spreading further with the way that his belly grew.
Plenty of the time that he wasn’t working, Venti would distract him with caresses, and his hands and tongue, as he disappeared out of sight to place his mouth on Dilucs cock, or slip it inside of him, or his own inside Diluc, legs slung across Dilucs the only thing of him that Diluc could actually see.
His window was always wide open, to let the air flow into the room. Sometimes, Venti would play music while sitting in it, his skin bathed in soft daylight, or gentle moonlight. Sometimes he would play with the wind, there, letting it gather into tangible shapes, that he would show to Diluc, let Diluc hold between his hands. He could almost touch the wind himself, could feel its edges lick at his palms, and he could almost imagine how manipulating it might feel. It was a strange feeling, though he didn’t presume to know for sure.
It was one of those afternoons, where Diluc held a tiny tornado shaped like a geo slime in the air between his hands and Ventis hands warming the back of his own, that a sudden, incredibly strange feeling came over him. Or rather, ran through him, slowly.
It was like a trickle, a crawl, and there was a cracking sound in the room, muffled. “Oh!” Venti exclaimed, when Diluc, startled, squeezed his hands together. The little storm came apart at his sudden touch, ripping tears into the skin of his palms and fingers. Venti caught his hands, turned them upward so that no more blood would spill onto the sheets, and then slipped out of the bed and the room. The feeling of something.. Something moving, cracking, made Diluc feel unpleasant to his stomach. Venti returned with bandages, salve, water smelling vaguely of alcohol, and a towel, and he cleaned the wounds, slathered perhaps too much of the salve onto the wounds, and wrapped them up in the crisp bandages. “It’s alright,” he said, his voice steady. “They’ve just started to hatch.”
Dilucs toes curled, his fingers doing the same around Ventis. “It’s unpleasant,” he confessed. Venti leaned his forehead against Dilucs, easier for him to do when they were both sitting down, Diluc on his bum and Venti on his knees. “I’ll help you take them out before they all hatch, then. Come, lie on your back.”
With a steady hand, and a strange air of reliability around him, Venti guided Diluc onto his back. He propped Dilucs rear up with pillows, his lower back as well, and knelt beside Diluc, by his legs. One of his hands found Dilucs, and their fingers tangled. “Don’t worry about how wet the bed will become, Master Diluc. It’s unavoidable.” Diluc heard a creaking sound, and the clatter that indicated the windows closing, the latch falling into place. Heard the click of the key turning in the door, locking it. He felt a sense of relief at the small gesture, surely caused by Ventis control over the element. “I need you to breathe deeply, okay?” Diluc nodded, saying not a word. He decided to focus on whatever instructions that Venti would give him, for the moment.
“Good, that’s good,” Venti encouraged. His thumb ran over Dilucs knuckles, his palm over his thigh. “Now I need you to squeeze your stomach muscles, and relax your anal muscles.” Diluc did, though it was a complicated maneuver, in a sense. A strange one.
The eggs started to slowly shift, as Diluc tensed, took breaths, squeezed both his belly muscles and Ventis hand. He saw something move just beneath his skin, and let out a keening, unsettled noise. That was definitely not an egg.
Ventis caress grounded him. “It’s a pup,” the archon said, softly. “It will find its way out with the eggs, I promise.” Ventis caress encouraged him, as did his words. “Keep going, Master Diluc. You’re doing great.”
So he did, though it felt as if he was making no progress for a very long time.
Until finally, he felt a strange pressure from the inside of his ass. A whine slipped up Dilucs throat as the first egg forced its way out. There was a heavy dull dropping sound onto the mattress. He heard Ventis voice, encouraging him. “There, see, you can do it.” His cock was twitching.
Diluc felt warm, unpleasant, and wet, as time went on. Yet strangely, his skin was tingling and his cock seemed to live its own life. One by one, he managed to press the eggs out. But it felt like it was never ending. There were so many eggs. And interspersed with the sound of an egg clacking against another as the next one fell, the cracking sound of another egg could be heard, muffled through his skin.
“You’re a lot smaller now,” Venti assured him, and had Diluc not been as exhausted and unnerved as he was, perhaps he could have seen it as well.
Then, there was another feeling, a press against the inside of his sore anus, and Diluc cried out. It was a startled sound, but whatever squeezed out, different from the hard, round eggs, was something slim and slippery, and the difference to the feeling of the eggs pressing past his abused ring of muscles made it startlingly pleasurable, caused his cock to twitch and a sticky dampness to spill onto his skin, and the sound that he made was something of a moan. He knew Venti was saying something, but couldn’t, for a few moments, grasp what it was. Then, he heard, because Venti repeated it. “One of the hatchlings came out.” Diluc was glad that his face was already heated from the exertion. He was embarrassed.
Diluc breathed, slowly, deeply, then he allowed Venti to guide him through the process of birthing more eggs. Once he was too tired to continue, even Diluc could admit that the size of his belly had shrunk considerably. It wasn’t empty yet, but it was not nearly as stretched as it had been before. The lines in his skin were much more defined.
But he needed rest. He couldn’t continue at the moment, no matter how much he might have wanted to. Venti fetched him tea, and talked about inconsequential things as his gaze followed something that Diluc couldn’t see- didn’t bother to look for. He was too tired to care, at the moment. It was surely the baby dragon that had hatched inside of him. Or one that had hatched outside. A few empty shells lay cracked open in the room, like broken, hollow stones nearly the size of Diluc and Ventis fists combined. Diluc couldn’t understand how he could have managed to press out as many of the eggs as he had, when they were of such a size. But he didn’t think much of it, as he was asleep before he had drained his cup.
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He was awoken in the night by a strange sensation within his body. He called the anemo archons name, and Venti was alert beside him within mere moments. “Oh,” Diluc heard, but there was no explanation to the sound. “It’s alright, Master Diluc, just breathe, okay? It will have passed in just a few moments.”
That felt like a lie, as time felt to drag on.
The sensation that had awoken him was something most closely described as a rippling sensation, within his stomach. He looked down, toward his belly, and saw it move. It seemed to have shrunk since he fell asleep. It looked as if it slowly boiled, almost.
And then came the shocking pleasure, immense in its feeling as long and slimy creatures pushed their way out of him. Slime painted his legs into cold streaks, and Diluc grasped Venti with both arms, clung to him desperately as the dragon pups, hatched during the night inside of him, pressed out of his ass. His sensitive muscles were kicked and grasped at with dragon feet, pressed at with soft beaks, untangled wings getting caught, and there were too many of them. It was too much. Diluc gasped his gods name into his chest, moaned and pleaded as the tiny creatures forced their way out with no regard for how Diluc was feeling. It was a desperate feeling. Venti held Diluc with one arm wrapped around him, caressed his head with his other, carded through his hair with his fingers, and murmured words of encouragement and comfort as he held him. Diluc felt his cock ache, as it tried and failed to secrete more fluids. His body was empty, his skin was soaked, with slime, sweat, urine, and cum. It felt as if it would never cease.
Until it, abruptly, did. Diluc lay twitching in Ventis arms, sobbing from the overstimulation. He could feel the slimy creatures slip across his skin, like snakes or snails, and he shuddered, pulled his legs up though it was difficult, with the weight of his body and the creatures in the bed.
It took a long while, during which Diluc realised that night-time had started to turn into morning. He took a deep, shuddering breath. He was exhausted, wet, and impossibly sore. “Venti.” His voice cracked, raspy with overuse. His throat was dry and it was painful to speak. The bard hummed, letting Diluc know that he was listening. “I don’t mind being stuffed, but don’t ever fertilise any eggs inside me again.” Venti chuckled, softly. “You did this all so wonderfully, though.” When Diluc glared past sweat-damp bangs at Venti, Venti laughed. “I promise. But you don’t mind if I share you with Dvalin again?” Diluc grumbled, and shook his head just a fraction. A small tail slapped his leg and Diluc whimpered, but the dragons had settled down. “So long as nothing’s hatched inside me.”
Venti nodded. “As you wish, Master Diluc. Do you want me to remove the shards now?” Diluc frowned, where he lay. “I’m too tired to move, even in my sleep. I don’t think they’ll cut me right now.” Venti trailed a finger along the shell of Dilucs ear. It made Dilucs breath hitch, his whole body to shudder. “In the morning, then.”
Diluc slept, far too tired to even dream, until the sun stood in zenith above the winery.