MI120: Prelude to Departure (Patreon)

"I'm going to miss this..."

"Haaaa....haaaa....hawuu...?"

Though her wolf-like ears twitched when Paul spoke, the mint-haired girl 'assisting' him with the extraction of his essence was too muddleheaded to make out what he had said. She just kept wagging her hips from side to side as Paul fondled her butt and kept bottoming out in her deepest parts over and over and over again...

"Please, try not to go too overboard. The last time you did something like this, she nearly destroyed an entire lab after her mind wandered during an experiment."

Instead of heeding the ashen-haired woman's advice, Paul continued to pump his hips as he countered, "If you're that worried, you could always replace her. All I'm doing is providing you with what you asked for."

"Haaa..."

Exhaling a sigh, Albedo briefly considered swapping places with Sucrose before remembering what happened the last time. They had gone to great lengths to extract twenty isolated samples of Paul's semen, but they were all but useless by the time she got around to analyzing them.

"I'll pass. As pleasurable as it might be, I don't enjoy losing my ability to think straight. Besides, this is your final few moments together for some time. Sucrose might come to resent me if I attempted to take you away from her..."

Demonstrating her point, Albedo moved a bit closer to Paul and Sucrose. As she did, the latter's ears angled backward as she bared her teeth and started to growl. It was a behavior that Paul found particularly endearing but left Albedo feeling at a loss for words. 

Feeling the pleasure building in the tip of his dick, Paul grabbed Sucrose's hips and began to increase his pace. In response, Sucrose squeezed the handles that had been installed to give her better leverage as she began to push against Paul's thrusts. Her watery eyes made it seem like she was about to break into tears, but the somewhat silly smile on her face made it clear she wasn't in pain.

"And...this...makes...ten...!"

Finishing things by pushing forward and arching his back, an action that raised Sucrose's feet from the ground, Paul's back and waist trembled as he released a supernatural quantity of semen. Unfortunately for Sucrose, the efforts of her cervix to try and lap up the viscous fluid were ultimately in vain as Albedo has developed a pliable membrane, basically a condom, to prevent the 'contamination' of her samples.

As a feeling of frustration filled Sucrose's chest and lower abdomen, Paul pulled out his penis and an almost mandarin-sized globule trapped within a thin, skin-colored membrane. Sucrose whimpered as he did so, but she quickly calmed down when Paul spread her sopping wet lips open with his thumb and returned his cock to her depths.

"Ah..."

Since she had wanted to collect even move samples, Albedo's expression morphed into a slight pout when she saw Paul insert himself into Sucrose without a collection membrane.

While his hips produced loud, wet, smacking sounds, accompanied by the chorus of Sucrose's mewling moans, Paul gave Albedo a sidelong stare as he said, "I still have other places to be before the night ends. Besides, it's been like five weeks, and you've yet to make any meaningful progress. I'm not going to tell you to give up and focus on other things, but I doubt the God of the Boundaries would have chosen this kind of method if Alchemy could have provided a solution..."

Though there were countless ways in which she could deconstruct Paul's argument, Albedo chose to nod her head, affirming, "You do have a point." while eying the body temperature globule in her hand. She actually had a working hypothesis that their dependency on Paul's 'essence' was merely a method to ensure they slept with him. It was apparent that he received 'something' from them during intercourse, but Albedo currently lacked the means to measure and ascertain what it was...

Sparing one last glance at Paul's side profile and the penis pushing in and out of Sucrose, a thoughtful glimmer briefly flashed across Albedo's eyes before she ultimately turned away to give the duo some privacy...

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Though it earned him a moderately disproving stare from Albedo, Paul ended up fucking Sucrose until she was so overwhelmed with pleasure that her speech had reverted to incoherent babbling. The only word she could properly enunciate was no, the word escaping her lips like a pitiable whine when they attempted to use Healing Magic to restore her ability to walk.

Fortunately, though it had gotten him into a fair amount of trouble, this wasn't the first time Paul had fucked a girl into a pleasure-induced state of regression. His first victim had actually been Zhongli and, a few weeks after that, Varuna. 

After it had become increasingly apparent that she was the only Archon not fulfilling her duty, Varuna sent Lyney to summon Paul to her chamber. While he hadn't been particularly bothered by Lyney basically demanding he respond to her Master's summons, Paul lost his patience when Varuna presented him with a literal turkey baster atop a silver platter. That would have been bad enough by itself, but Varuna followed the reveal by stating that her chastity was sacred, not something a 'mere mortal' had any right to claim.

Unfortunately for Varuna, Paul was under no obligation to play her games. He pretended to at first, accompanying Lyney into an adjacent room so that Varuna wouldn't have to witness their 'vulgarity.' However, when he emerged a few minutes later, he simply ignored the silver-haired beauty when she asked him if the deed was finished. When she eventually got up to check on Lyney, she found the ashen-haired girl with her ass in the air, and a turkey baster filled with warm water shoved up her butt...

Though Paul's actions caused Lynette to pout and ignore him for a couple of days, he eventually managed to coax the catgirl into forgiving him after explaining how her sister and Goddess had treated him. She didn't believe him at first, but Varuna openly admitted it when Lynette confronted her.

After Lynette, one of her most ardent supporters, gave her a piece of her mind, Varuna appeared to swallow her pride as she approached Paul of her own accord. Unfortunately, she hadn't truly learned her lesson, so while she was willing to have sex with him, she asked that his hands be bound and his eyes blindfolded. The reason she gave was that she didn't want to see the lasciviousness in his gaze or let him defile her body as he pleased.

With Paul basically telling her she could go fuck herself, Varuna ended up holing herself up in her room for several days. According to Lynette, she was in there painting surprisingly lifelike portraits of him before ultimately tearing them into tiny pieces. She knew she couldn't attack him outright, so she passive-aggressively took out her anger and frustration on Paul's likeness.

What eventually changed the dynamic between Paul and Varuna was a visit from her fellow Archons. Paul wasn't privy to what the quartet had said to her, but he was intimately familiar with the aftermath. The silver-haired Archon had come knocking on his door during the evening he was supposed to be making amends with Lyney. What truly surprised him was the fact she was wearing little more than a nightgown and, more notably, a blindfold. 

Though he was briefly tempted to send the silver-haired Goddess away, such impulses faded from Paul's mind when he noticed the leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles and the spreader bar in her hands. She also had a leather choker around her neck, complete with a thin chain serving as a leash...

As tempted as he was to tie Varuna up and engage in some BDSM play, Paul immediately concluded her outfit was a sort of test. Either that, or it was her way of making amends for suggesting she give him a similar form of treatment.

Instead of tying the silver-haired Archon up and having his way with her, Paul brought her into his room, had her lay on his bed, and spent nearly a full hour focused on eating her out with her blindfold still attached. It was only once she had instinctually grabbed his hair and began trembling with each of his movements that he eventually moved on.

While Varuna had probably expected him to rob her of her virginity right there and then, Lisa had regularly emphasized the importance of patience if you wanted to break down the walls of a woman's heart. Thus, while he did remove his trousers, Paul defied the almost instinctual urge to jam his cock into Varuna's visibly pulsating insides. Instead, he linked his fingers with hers, pressing her hands to the bed as he leaned over and began to pepper her neck, shoulders, and collarbone with kisses. Going for the lips from the start was a pretty good way of sobering a woman up, so Paul left that for later as he gently suckled her neck and rubbed his cock along her vaginal folds and clitoris.

Paul didn't know if it was because Varuna was the Hydro Archon or just incredibly sensitive, but the volume of fluids leaking from her body was enough to make it look like she had pissed the bed. Luckily, she still had her blindfold on, and though he was incredibly tempted to tease her, Paul remained silent and focused as he slowly dragged her deeper and deeper into the abyss of pleasure.

After nearly three hours of delicate yet passionate foreplay, Varuna's only response to Paul removing her blindfold was to stare back at him with an unfocused gaze and parted lips. As his face drew closer to hers, she even stuck her tongue out, fully aware of his intentions but too muddleheaded to even consider resisting.

As their lips and tongues met for the first time, Paul began putting greater force into his thrusts. Lisa had taught him that emotional correlation and positive association were the foundations upon which sexual preferences were built. Thus, by gradually increasing the amount of pleasure Varuna experienced during their first kiss, he was effectively hardwiring her brain to associate kissing, specifically him, with increased satisfaction.

By the time Paul lined up his dick with the entrance of Varuna's vagina, the silver-haired Archon was so far gone that she even spread her legs and raised her hips to make things a little easier for him. Paul wasn't even sure she was entirely conscious as her pupils had strangely vanished, the surface of her Hydro Blue irises shimmering like the surface of a reflecting pool...

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While wondering if Varuna would appear during his 'surprise' going away party, Paul nearly bumped into a petite figure with chestnut brown hair as he rounded a corner. Instead, he instinctually picked the person up by the pits of their arms before realizing his victim was none other than Yaoyao.

Before the diminutive woman could adopt a pout and complain about him picking her up like a kid, Paul seized the initiative by planting a quick peck on her lips and musing, "Well now, if it isn't Yaoyao..." as his thumbs drew circles over her clothes.

Instead of expressing anger, Yaoyao's face immediately turned a bright shade of red, her brows and jaw quivering as she whispered, "How many times...do I have to tell you? You should do these things...where people can see us..."

"Mmm...you're not wrong..."

Since his only intention had been to prevent Yaoyao from getting upset, Paul placed one final kiss on her lips before setting her down and asking, "What's up? I'm guessing you're looking for me...?"

Though she took a moment to stare at Paul with an upturned, pouty expression on her face, Yaoyao eventually replied, "Ningguang wanted to confirm the details with you one last time before your departure. You can find her in her office."

As she was still Ganyu's assistant, it wasn't uncommon for Yaoyao to act as a messenger. This time, however, Paul could see a hint of nervousness in the young woman's gaze as she attempted to send him on a wild goose chase. Klee and Esme had blabbed about the surprise going-away party when they were playing together, so he already knew someone would be waiting at Ningguang's office to send him elsewhere.

Since he had promised Klee he would play along and act surprised, Paul nodded his head and said, "Sure. I'll head right over. Thanks for coming all the way to tell me." 

Relieved that Paul hadn't been able to see through her, Yaoyao exhaled an inaudible sigh of relief. Unfortunately for her, Paul had been something of a rogue his entire second life. The moment she adopted a smile and was about to excuse herself, Paul startled her by slamming his palm against the wall, mere centimeters away from her head as he leaned over her and whispered, "Afterward, how about we meet up in my room...? Just the two of us..."

"Hawawawaaa-"

Though she wanted nothing more than to scream 'yes' at the top of her lungs, Yaoyao knew everyone was waiting to spend one last night with Paul. She couldn't just betray everyone and keep him for herself...right?

Before Yaoyoa could make up her mind, Paul adopted a smile and said, "Something to look forward to when I return, then..." as he gently traced his finger over the location of her crest. Then, as Yaoyao leaned against the wall for support, her eyes following his departure, and goosebumps covering her arms and legs, Paul began his journey towards Ningguang's office...

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