[DOWNGRADE] Tartaglia/Childe TAKES HIS PRIZE (FEM PRONOUNS VER) (Patreon)

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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...

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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.”