章 128: Beidou, Ningguang, Keqing, Ganyu and Xiangling(Genshin Impact)
Battuta looked out upon the vast seas, beset by comfort and relaxation that only a vast emptiness and serenity all around him could bring. The ship gently rocked upon the waves, which were tamer that morning than they had been the night before, and he was happy to relax with the passing of that harsher weather, to look out upon the water and the blue. He had never ventured this far from his homelands before, never embarked on a quest this vast and this distant. But how much more difficult could it be than his travels by land?
Coming from his homeland across the sea, the dark-skinned trader was at once conducting his own business and seeking to further explore the lands beyond. Liyue and Mondstadt beyond offered vast possibilities, but his nation had so far only traded through other nations' merchant vessels with Liyue, and instead, their fleets typically ran along the coast of their lands to trade among each other. Battuta was tasked with reporting back on how his travels and his dealings fared, as should he be successful in his search, the next step would surely be to begin sending their ships to Liyue rather than relying on Liyue's merchants. There was more money to be made this way.
Surprisingly to Battuta, he had not needed to pay to be on this ship. Even with a crate of his wares, he was allowed free passage by the captain at the mere sight of him. She took one look at the man and offered him passage on her boat in exchange for a 'favor'. He didn't know what that favor was, but he was desperate to find a ship that would give him passage--with no merchant companies who docked being eager to ferry over a competitor knowing full well what his quest might entail--but this adventurer was very willing to bring him back to Liyue. For an unspecified favour, he would do it. It was all business.
Battuta stood tall, a man of very dark complexion even among his people, and he was dressed for more arid climates than he would necessarily face at sea. A green tunic of loose silk and a white cloak over top, his head wrapped up to protect it from a sun much more tender than he had to worry about. But there would be much overland travel ahead of him when he traveled from Liyue to Mondstadt, so he was confident in dressing for his whole trip. Heavy leather boots thudded with every footstep he took, and the dagger at his side was in practical terms more about warning than about defense; it was a glorified razor, one he used to maintain and trim his goatee more than something he knew how to use in defense of himself. But it looked intimidating to wear at his hip, so he wore it.
Beidou had been watching Battuta from afar. For the few days they had already been at sea, hard weather kept her from being able to make a move and act on her impulses quite as much as she wanted to, but her opportunity was now upon her. She strode forward, coming up behind him with a smile spread across her face. "I would like to collect on my favour now, if you're willing," Beidou said, calling out for him with her voice firm and confident, eyes set upon the man.
Turning around, Battuta looked at Beidou, with her cocked hip and the sultry stare she gave him, at least with the eye that he could see. "I do owe you a favor," he told her. "Thank you for letting me on your ship. Whatever it is, I will avail myself to you immediately. With your hospitality, I cannot refuse." The mystery of her favor mattered significantly less than the fact he owed her that favor at all, and Battuta was willing to do whatever it was he had to do to satisfy these demands.
Beidou's smile widened significantly, a growing hunger flickering through her as she sized him up. Her eyes took him in, appreciating the situation and considering her possibilities, before deciding that yes, she was certain about this.
Down on her hands and knees, Beidou gripped the posts of her bed, pressing back against Battuta and moaning, "I can't believe she was right about black men." She was an overwhelmed mess, moaning in smoldering delight as she felt the confident thrusts from behind fill her up, the biggest cock she had ever experienced stretching her pussy out and treating her to pleasures so much wilder and more ferocious than she knew what to do with. "But I'm so glad I took that risk. Fuck me! She was desperate now, ready to feel every throb of pleasure she had been waiting for the weather to clear up so that she could experience. It had been worth all the commotion and trouble, even with how much she had to do to work her way to it.
Battuta hadn't expected this to be about sex, and he was a little confused by her words and by the way she so desperately lost herself to all these throbbing, dizzy pleasures. But Beidou was fucking gorgeous, and even if this was out of left field, he couldn't well turn down such a beautiful woman's invitation. Fucking her while she was down on all fours and hammering into the snug embrace of a slick, greedy pussy brought him pleasures and desires so much more intense and passionate than he felt he could handle, and it brought him every last bit of delight, an ecstasy pulsating hotter and messier through him.
The bed creaked a little bit under the raw force of Battuta's thrusts. He wasn't gentle in how he fucked Beidou, drilling the captain with all he had, his hands firm upon her hips for leverage, slamming forward and tugging her back to meet him. Beidou had never known sex this intense before, and she was an inconsolable mess of need and delight as she felt him push her to the limit, her moans escalating out of control and expressing her deepening desperation. This was all that Beidou needed, and even if she wasn't making any money off of this passenger, she was happy to indulge in something so much more rewarding than mere coin. Each shove back gave her a deeper appreciation of pure ecstasy.
"I'm never going to doubt her again. Fuck. Fuck, this is so good!" Beidou continued about some unspecified woman, and Battuta wasn't sure what she had been right about, doubly so 'about black men', but he fulfilled his promise and his favor, trying to keep her satisfied and well-tended to. That was all that mattered in the heat of the moment, all that he cared about, and the importance of keeping up this pace proved as wild and as messy as could be. His every thrust continued to push her, indulge in her body, and set her aflame, keeping her moaning and bucking and giving up with the utmost ecstasy to everything he wanted.
Beidou pushed back against him, rising and leaning toward him. "Grab my breasts," she moaned, rising to her knees as her arms reached around back and tugged his head in to meet her with a kiss. She was frantic, desperate, losing herself harder to him and exploring the overbearing ecstasy of complete fucking surrender. Such was all that Beidou wanted, and with each passing second, she felt better and better about being challenged this drastically. It was too good to be true, but she couldn't resist it.
Doing as asked, Battuta grabbed a firm hold of Beidou's breasts, groping her ample chest and indulging harder in her luscious body, lost to the raw excitement of giving up to his most base desires. Even if he didn't know exactly why this was happening, the utter ecstasy of keeping this pleasure up. This was so much to deal with, and not at all the business dealings he was ready to conduct, but he wasn't about to complain or pull back from this. Beidou's gorgeous body was irresistible, and the moans she made let out while he fucked her induced something spectacular.
The greedy clench of her snug pussy around his cock begged him for more. Battuta kept going, feeding the passion and drawing out noisier expressions of reckless want from her, trying to push her to keep falling deeper. He would not fucking stop, the snug twat begging down around his dick with hopeless delight and a passion he was unable to fight. Making out with Beidou was simply the cherry on top of this mess, and as he toyed with her nipples and worked her over to the brink of ruin, he was unabashed, unashamed, happy to keep testing her and pushing her over the line.
"Inside," Beidou moaned, pressing hard back against him. She didn't hold anything back, begging him to fill her, and Battuta was happy to keep his word and do whatever he was asked. With a hard groan, he held her down against him, cock burying itself to the hilt inside of her and pumping her full of cum, challenging Beidou to handle the heavy flow of a messy creampie painting her insides. her crash into raw orgasmic bliss was a wild, ferocious mess, just what she needed to take the edge off of her frustrations, and she was happy to hold firm against him, whining and shivering as she came down from her peak and dragged him down to the bed with her.
Battuta lingered, figuring his work was done. His favor was offered, his debt repaid. It would be fine, right?
"That was incredible," Beidou moaned. "I have a friend who told me about the joys of fucking a black man, and I had my doubts, your cock is so amazing that I almost want you to knock me up and make me have to settle down." She bit her lip. Almost. Not quite enough. She loved her life of adventure just a little bit too much for that.
"Thank you," he said, accepting it as a compliment and little else.
Before he could finally say something about how the favor had been paid, Beidou moaned, "I'm so glad that you're paying your way to Liyue with your body. I think I'm ready for more." She threw her strength around, shoving Battuta onto his back and climbing greedily on top of him in pursuit of more. The favor was not one bout of sex. It was daily sex until they got to Liyue, and Battuta was not prepared for everything he was about to have to do for her.
***************************
Battuta had never been told farewell with as much color as "Here's a pair of my panties. Think of me when you rub one out, and come find me when you want to return home, I'd consider it a personal insult if you take any other ship back."
It was a lot. Beidou had been a handful, but now, Battuta was in the city. Liyue was a vast, vast city to wrap his head around, but he was prepared to make sense of it. He had rented a place for his goods to sit until he could settle somewhere and begin conducting his business properly, but he'd need to find out how that functioned, find connections, figure out what bureaucratic hurdles he'd need to overcome, rent space in a market. Whatever form it took, he was prepared to see it through, wandering about with a sense that he'd need to figure out what he was up to soon.
A few hours of fairly unproductive wandering and explanations that assumed he held more knowledge of the city than he did were not very helpful. He was happy to mostly just wander and soak in the sight of the city, and figured at some point he'd have to find something that would help him along. But instead, that something found him, as a tap to his shoulder urged him to turn around, treated to the sight of a woman so breathtaking that he briefly forgot how to speak her language, greeting her in his tongue before stumbling his way into an awkward, "I mean, hello."
"Hello to you too," she said, voice rumbling in amusement. "I noticed you looked lost like you're fresh off of the boat. Are you a traveler?"
"A merchant," he said, giving a polite bow. "My name is Battuta. Maybe you can help me; I'm looking for whoever I need to discuss setting up business in this city with."
"Oh, a merchant?" Her smile widened. "My name is Ningguang, and I have good news for you, because I am the richest woman in Liyue, and I think I know exactly how to help you."
Battuta's eyes widened in surprise at the remark. That was helpful. "Are you now? I see. I would appreciate whatever help you can give, Miss Ningguang, and--"
"Please, no 'miss'." She wrapped an arm around one of his. "Allow me to bring you somewhere more private where we can discuss 'business'."
Ningguang's throat struggled and shook around Battuta's thick cock as she throated every inch of him down with some degree of effort, but far less than he had ever seen a woman show him before. She was bold and desperate, forward in how she threw herself into this and praising him with her mouth, slobbering all over his cock and ignoring the struggles and gagging noises that wanted to bubble up to the surface as she did so. She had led him to the Jade Chamber and right into her bedroom, and it was only as she tugged his pants down that Battuta realized she wanted to talk business the same way Beidou had wanted to talk business.
But at the same time, seeing such a rapturously gorgeous woman sucking his cock was a fascination that he simply couldn't believe. As much as he wanted to stop this for a moment and try to understand what she was doing, she had his full attention, her eyes staring up into his with burning need while she sucked his cock down deep, somehow straddling a line between elegance and sloppiness that had his full attention and kept him utterly fixated on her. Ningguang had a way about her, had a presence and an indulgence that he found himself completely unable to argue against, burning brighter and needier as he inched his way slowly toward giving up to her.
As Ningguang drew back from his cock, spit strands clung to her lips and his massive shaft. "Your cock is incredible. A perfect specimen of black male supremacy." She grabbed his dick, lifting it and pushing forward to slobbering all over his balls, too, sucking on his heavy nuts while tugging at his shaft. she was desperate and forward, throwing all caution away for the sake of furthering every hungry throb of desire taking her by storm. Ningguang had only one goal, only one purpose, and as she indulged harder in his massive shaft, she knew that she had made the right decision. Battuta's glorious cock and balls deserved her fullest devotion and attention.
When she moved up from his balls, she licked steadily back and forth, crisscrossing marks up the underside of his cock in her march back up to the tip. She was careful and forward, drawing out the desire and the chaos of this treatment, making her way up to his tip before sucking him back into her mouth. Ningguang was driven and devoted, working hi mover with the fire and the greed she hoped might bring him to the pleasure she craved. Every aching rush of pleasure she could push harder on with became a greater expression of what she needed most.
Battuta didn't know what to say. He was hardly quiet, unable to hold back the reckless groans and delights he felt taking him as this gorgeous woman sucked his cock without restraint. He had known her for less than an hour, throwing herself into the reckless delight and wicked greed of something as completely detached from sense as could be. Whatever Ningguang's motivation has remained shrouded in confusion and pressure, and he wasn't sure where the business came into this, if she intended to say anything about business. She was a woman as powerful as she said she was, but that only left him more confused and surprised as he fell deeper into all of this.
Pulling back from deepthroating him to slather his cock with a needy tongue bath and toy with all the spit she left around his shaft, Ningguang took this chance to be as sloppy and as messy as she wanted to be. There was no judgment or sense, no restraint to hold her back from the complete indulgence of what she needed most. This was too much to deal with in all the best of ways, and she was determined to tame this massive cock, to get this man to give her what she needed. A frantic, ever-shifting blowjob helped push her toward that, helped accomplish the shameless wants and reckless delights that she was happy to continue pushing his limits on.
He throbbed under her touch, aching and pulsating with a desperate need to let go that Ningguang wanted to keep pushing, pursuing the shameless joy of bringing him closer and closer to ruin. Everything she did was in service now of making him lose himself, making him come apart at the seams under the devotion and fire of her deepest wants. There was nothing but utter satisfaction to be found here, and Ningguang was unashamed of pushing against him, keeping him falling further and further into chaos. She knew she had him where she wanted him, and now it was simply a matter of pushing that advantage to keep him giving up to her anything and everything she wanted.
"I'm going to cum," he warned. Battuta's surprise and confusion could only keep him held back so much; the ravenous delight and desire that Ningguang praised his cock with had him sinking steadily deeper, losing himself to the wild excess of giving in with absolutely no idea how to make any of this stop. He just craved more, and his cock begged with throbbing vigor to erupt at a second's notice. She had him on the ropes, had him aching for this, and he knew he couldn't go much longer without fully unraveling in joy.
Ningguang pressed her advantage. His words were a promise she would make him keep, sucking him back down into her throat, choking on his massive shaft, and letting her eyes roll back as she threw herself into the wild and reckless devotion of giving in. She was ready to push him, and the harder he throbbed, the more confident she was. She throated him with relentless, cutthroat desire and didn't stop until he was already letting go. His cum erupted down her throat, his fingers tightening on her shoulders as she drew back and moaned around his shaft, letting him stop a few inches before her lips so that he could fill her mouth up with his load, hands pumping along his shaft to milk out every drop. She swallowed all of it, let not a single bit of it past her lips. She had fits of hunger and needs that demanded satisfaction and satisfied they were.
Drawing slowly back from his cock, Ningguang made sure to make it last, letting his shaft leave her mouth with an audible pop as the vacuum her lips created broke. she sucked down a shaky breath, hand firm on his shaft as she gasped, "Beidou must have been working you over hard. You didn't cum like a man who spent weeks at sea, you came like a man who has been pounding a beautiful woman raw every night."
The words shocked Battuta briefly, and he stared down at her, wondering how she knew that. The answer came to him swiftly enough. "Beidou mentioned a 'she' who had 'told her' about black men before. That was you, wasn't it?"
Ningguang planted kisses onto the head of Battuta's still hard cock. "It was. I can't deny that. I have long had an interest in black men. I have read old books from travelers. Women who talk of the men across the sea and their massive cocks. How they are virile, powerful lovers who can put men from this land to shame with ease. So curious was I about the pleasures that, begrudgingly, I asked Beidou to keep watch for any black men looking to travel, and offered to reimburse her if she gave them a free trip along. She made you pay in other ways. My words got to her, and she just had to know how good black cock felt. I can't blame her." She kept kissing his dick, adoring him subconsciously through her burning devotions. "When she docked, a messenger came right to me with a letter from her, telling me about you, and I sought you out."
"So this isn't about business at all," Battuta noted.
"It can be," Ningguang moaned. 'I don't mind helping, but I do want something in return. Money means very little to a woman as powerful as I already am. Any goods you carry, I could buy up right now, burn, and be out absolutely nothing for it. What I want is immaterial. Will you continue to indulge in my curiosities, Battuta?"
He understood her meaning, and he nodded. Buying business connections with sex. He could never imagine something like this, but Ningguang was gorgeous, able to handle his cock, and he couldn't deny his chance. "I have only one question. If I am the first black man in here, how were so confident in taking me into your throat?"
"I've had toys made. We shall leave it at that," Ningguang had been practicing for the day she finally met a black man, and now, she was ready to stake more. she rose to her feet and reached up to her dress, easing her panties down and letting them hit her ankles. "Men always seem to appreciate my clothes. Do you mind if I stay fully clothed?" She climbed onto the bed, laid back, and put her legs up in the air, inviting him to take her in a mating press. A position she had read about in those old journals from travelers. A position she had been waiting for this moment to indulge in.
Battuta didn't resist. He climbed up on top of Ningguang, pinning her legs into position so she was folded down below him. He guided his cock into her pussy, having already indulged plenty in this position with Beidou, and ready to throw himself into the commotion and fire of indulging with Ningguang all the same.
From that first stroke of a black cock into her snug hole, Ningguang knew that her obsessions were well placed. Wild gasps of ecstasy rang out bright as she felt him sink his cock into her, inch after inch of rock hard cock filling her up and stretching her hole out. She had practiced with large toys made just for the occasion, but they couldn't compare to the utter joy of feeling him properly inside of her, in feeling his fat cock open her up. The real thing was so much warmer, and there was in turn a more emotional warmth behind it. He pushed on top of her, his body weight coming down upon her as he threw himself into the pleasures and the desires of something as forward as could be. Her legs were up in the air for him as he pushed down upon her, bringing his whole body into motion, hands grabbing at her breasts through her dress to feel up while he used her with confident and downright reckless strokes.
Sense had simply left them. Ningguang was on the receiving end of wild pleasures much too wild and ferocious to make sense of, and as she learned how to deal with the utter intensity of his meaty cock filling her up, she felt ready to give in, losing herself to the abrupt spirals of desire and greed that came on so strong and so hot. But for Battuta, there was something intense to draw him in, too. he found himself suddenly on the receiving end of a strange situation he didn't know fully how to face, and rather than shy away from how strange this demand was, he decided to go for it.
Maybe it was how much fucking Beidou every night had simply worn him down, but the idea of arranging these deals with sex with a gorgeous woman from Liyue felt like his idea of a good time. Her pussy begged down around his cock, wild moans feeding a sense of indulgence and delight that he didn't want to pull back from. This was a lot, but the truth was, he had nobody here. He was a lone merchant gone overseas to travel and seek out answers. Somebody willing to show him affection and connect with him on this level was, even for a fleeting moment, oddly reassuring.
So, he bucketed hard, slamming down into her with all the fire and intensity he could, just like Ningguang had always believed a black man would. "You're making my dreams come true," she moaned, holding tighter onto him as he thrust away at her snug hole, treating him to pleasure and a heat that kept him urgently pounding into her. "Black men are amazing, and now I can prove it to myself. A-and maybe to others, too. I will never forgive Beidou for getting to you first, for knowing before I did!"
He didn't know what competition or animosity lay between the women, but it didn't matter. His hips were driven. Powerful, urged along by raw opportunity to give in to the pleasures with complete passion and devotion, nothing sensible or calm keeping him from giving up to these pleasures thoroughly. Snug pleas from Ningguang's pussy kept Battuta completely fixated, throwing himself harder into this and trying to keep up with all of this. Unbearable delights and pangs of hunger kept him giving up faster, messier, wanting only to pursue the idea that this pleasure was exactly what she needed.
Hotter, wilder moans kept spilling from her lips. Her legs locked around his waist, holding tight and begging for more of his attention, begging to be treated to the overbearing pleasures and passion that consumed her. Ningguang was ready for this, prepared to give up fully and explore the winding depths pushing her further and further down. She was happy to lose herself to it, happy to explore deeper and give up to the voracious lusts keeping her drunk at the moment. Every slam of his meaty cock down into her brought her something simply too messy and frantic to possibly resist.
"Will you want me to cum inside too?" Battuta asked. He groped her breasts harder, treating her in all ways like he had treated Beidou when he had her in this same position. "Beidou always wanted me t--"
"Yes, cum in me. Cum in me right now!" Ningguang already wanted it, but the mention of Beidou receiving creampies from him constantly set flame to a fit of jealousy burning her alight, and she was desperate to get what she wanted from him. Her legs wrapped even tighter around his hips, and she pleaded for him to fill her up, to let go. He did without hesitation, groaning and slamming forward, letting loose a flood of messy, sticky spunk deep into her greedy hole, just as Ningguang craved.
Crashing over the edge of this much-needed and long-awaited orgasm was a pleasure Ningguang was sure she would never forget, shaking and shivering under the passion of her first black creampie. It was everything she hoped it would be, bucking, whining, shaking under the utter emotional and mental weight of this orgasm. It was too much in all the best ways, and finally, Ningguang went limp, legs loosening up around him as they slipped into something calmer and more relaxed.
Battuta pulled out of Ningguang and slipped onto her side, a bit breathless now, but as he fell off, Ningguang slipped on top of him, a hand running up and down along his chest. They lay like this. Like lovers. It was a strange and surprising position to find himself in, especially if she truly was a woman as powerful as she said--as if all of this could simply be faked--but he welcomed it. Battuta let her snuggle up beside him, letting the moment slide slowly into calm and quiet before finally he asked, "Will I need to register with a merchant's guild of any kind?"
Sweet, rich laughter followed. Ningguang ran her hand further up his chest. "You have one of the most beautiful women alive in your arms, and all you can think about is business?" She watched his cheeks go bright at that remark. She had caught him, and he stumbled through explanations that kept breaking off into stammering uncertainty. "Do not worry. I will make sure you have all the help you need. I will give you information, get you in touch with the right people, and provide you a place to stay."
"And in exchange?" Battuta felt like he already knew.
"You will fuck me every night, and any other time I feel like it, too." She climbed up into his lap, straddling him and letting her smile drip with need and wild delight. "Your place to stay will be here, with me, and you had best make yourself at home."
*********************************
Battuta settled into a groove that seemed oddly normal, given the circumstances. He set up a market stall, and not only began to deal in selling his goods, but found himself making orders that soon enough were off on merchant ships--for a price--to his home land, where goods would be shipped back to paying customers, especially for textiles that fascinated passersby, but which he only had a few of. He was making good money every day, surprised by how popular his goods were becoming, and finding himself in a position where much more inventory was needed to begin dealing with all of the demand he had to meet. Sure, it had come with an arrangement with a woman powerful enough to put him immediately into action, but he saw the demand for his peoples' goods and knew his mission was already a success.
Every night, he returned home, had a lavish meal, and then fucked Ningguang. She changed up the positions constantly, indulging every night in new acts and new ways to indulge, rotating through positions to make sure nothing was ever sensible or expected. It was oddly exciting, and he never knew how she would want him to take her next, but he was always ready to do it.
In the mornings, he saw her hunched over her desk, several sheets of paper already sitting in a stack, and she was writing feverishly away. He didn't know what it was, or why it seemed so different from all the paperwork outside of her bedroom, but he questioned nothing. Ningguang was incredibly important and incredibly busy, and he didn't want to involve himself in her business where he didn't belong. Battuta just kept his head low, kept grateful for everything she did and for the very low price she asked in return.
Ningguang also introduced him to plenty of people who he wasn't necessarily meeting for pure business purposes. Ganyu, Ningguang's secretary who was very quiet and reserved in their dealings, but certainly nice enough. He helped her sometimes with her paperwork when he had little to do, but he noticed that any time they were together, Ningguang was watching them with a twinkle in his eye, and he had no idea what that meant. Then there was Xiangling, a cute and peppy cook at a restaurant Ningguang often dragged them to, with who he happily discussed food in his homeland. She was a starry-eyed information sponge, and in turn, he offered to try any new dishes she was working on. Then there was Keqing, a very busy woman with an incredible worth ethic, just like him. Ningguang insisted they would get along, and they did. Friends were a nice thing to have, though Battuta did consider in the back of his head how, when she wasn't introducing him to people for business purposes, it was exclusively other Liyue women who she got him talking to.
So busy was Keqing that when they did talk, it was usually while walking from place to place amid Keqing conducting business. They walked about the market, discussing work and other professional matters like friends, while she procured things she needed, things that had to be ordered for other parties, and a few things that just looked nice. They talked while buzzing about a book store, that afternoon, with Keqing happily hearing about how the cities in his home land were constructed, something of great interest to a woman who ran the logistics and construction about the city.
But a book caught her gaze. One that made her eyes go wide and her ears drift off as she beheld a book sitting there. "The Merchant King Of My Heart". It was a sordid title, alongside a plethora of other trashy books Keqing would normally have looked right over. Shameless pornography and nothing of any greater value. Except for the cover, which featured a traditional, regal-looking woman of Liyue being courted by a black man. Her cheeks burned, and she shifted about, eyes veering toward Battuta as she fumbled to grab the book off the shelf and swipe it, burning in embarrassment.
"Oh, did you find the book you were looking for?" Battuta asked.
"No," Keqing squeaked. "Just a-a gift. I know someone who will like it."
"What's the book?" Battuta was simply making conversation.
"Just a book. It's fine. I don't want to talk about it, tell me more about the palace!" She hid the book away from view, embarrassed by the purchase and even more by the way he had spied it even just a little bit. Keqing had curiosities now, questions about things that she wanted answers for, and she fumbled her way into paying for it without letting him see what she was dealing in at all.
That evening, Ningguang told him, out of nowhere, "We are not bound by marriage. If you wish to bed any other woman, even every other woman, in this city, I would not stop you. It will not affect our deal, so long as you regale me with every sordid detail."
*************************************
It was a few days later when Battuta next met Keqing, coming along with Ningguang to visit her and conduct her business. Keqing's cheeks were flush and her eyes struggled to meet Battuta's as she talked her way through everything. She had read the book, and it filled her head with sordid thoughts she was incapable of dealing with, cheeks bright as she spat out, as a parting question, "Could Battuta come home with me tonight, to deal with some business I'd like to propose to him?" she asked.
"He's free to make his own decisions," Ningguang said.
"I' would be happy to," he told her, believing he was saying yes to aiding a friend.
Ningguang smirked and gave him a firm smack on his ass. "You're going to have a lot of fun." He didn't understand at the time why he said it.
When Keqing was on her hands and knees on her bed, awestruck at the sight of the massive cock standing over her, he understood it all.
"It's so big," she whined, leaning forward to plant a few uncertain kisses onto it. "I hope it can fit inside of me. I don't want you to be gentle, okay? If you want to go all out on me, you can. I just want to feel it. Just like..." She bit her tongue. She couldn't say it. Just like the girl in the story. "Is it okay?"
Battuta had no idea how he had ended up in this position with yet another woman, but staring at Keqing's bright, needy eyes beaming up at him, he couldn't resist. "That is okay," he told her.
Shuffling around to stick her butt up for him and offer herself fully to Battuta, Keqing was ready, and in turn, Battuta pushed forward, beginning to fuck the cute girl doggy style and indulge in the pleasures and the indulgences of something utterly unstoppable. He was ready to go and true to her desires, he didn't hold back. He went all out on her, giving Keqing the experience she needed and setting her aflame with every bit of passion and fire he could muster. The devotion and the desire burning up inside of him was a lot, and he wasn't sure how to handle all of it, but he knew that the best way forward was the path that saw him fucking her raw, treating this sweet, cute girl to a thorough pounding.
The feeling of black cock stretching and dominating her pussy was everything that Keqing could have wanted and more. "It's so good!" she squealed. The book had changed her perception of Battuta, and now for the better, her body burning brighter up as every wanton rush of passion and need to carry her forward made her struggle to fathom the confusions and wants that burned her up. This was a kind of beautiful excess that demanded her surrender, demanded she give up everything to the moment, and she was ready to do that, prepared to meet Battuta's thrusts and submit to him fully in the name of experiencing what she craved. It was worth whatever happened, a desperate show of every last shred of passion and desire burning her up from within, and all she had to do was roll with it.
Every thrust shook her body. Battuta was used to fucking much more sturdy women. Big, busty, mature women who could handle him. Keqing was a more petite treat to enjoy, and he probably should have taken care with her, but he didn't. he let his hips pound viciously away at her snug hole, treating her to the most outrageous and desperate pounding he could muster in pursuit of showing her exactly what he could do. Ningguang always asked for more, always begged for a harder fucking, and he had grown so used to that that he was now incapable of fucking any other way.
"I want every inch of that amazing, black cock to fill my insides and paint them white!" Keqing shrieked. She'd learned dirty talk from the novel, too. She felt like a disaster as she jerked about under the weight of all these feelings, but Keqing remained set, confident, certain of what she wanted. Even as he fucked her so hard her arms were going limp, even if she was losing herself to pleasure and a heat that had her dropping, left face-down and ass-up on the bed while he used her from behind. Such a shameful position, but the one she had spent several days rereading the sordid scene of while fingerfucking herself dizzy.
Battuta's roughness had gotten worse in the time he spent with Ningguang, though. He reached for her twintails, tugging them back hard and lifting her, pulling her hair and coaxing needier shrieks of utter ecstasy from the cute girl taking his cock and loving every second of it. "You feel amazing," he told her. "I'm glad you're enjoying this. This wasn't the kind of help I expected, but I'll do it for you."
"Fuck me all the time," Keqing moaned, bucking against him. "I don't know how I can have another man again. Black cock feels so good inside of me!" She was a squealing, inconsolable mess, just like the protagonist in the book, but hardly because she was trying to emulate her. This was just how she felt, the burning, sincere rush of a passion setting her aflame, and Keqing was due for a crash she craved more than anything.
As he filled her up with his load, Keqing mewled and whined with an almost feline affectation, eyes rolling back as he filled her up and the orgasm of her life pushed her to wild depths of utter satisfaction. Keqing felt incredible, and she went hard over the edge, lost to the burning desire and devotion of something so pure and so hopeless that she didn't understand how to handle any of this, simply falling deeper into desperation.
"You'll want to go again, won't you?" Battuta asked. he knew the score already.
"All night." Keqing could hardly breathe, but it didn't matter. "I want you to fuck me all night."
**************************
After a bout of lazy morning sex to see her off, Battuta stumbled back to Ningguang on his day off, only to find her waiting for him. "How was last night?" she asked.
"It was nice," he told her. "Keqing was a lovely host."
Ningguang's eyes narrowed. "How was last night?" she asked again, staring him down firmer.
Battuta remembered Ningguang's strange demand. He could have sex with other women, but he had to tell her all the details. Some mild embarrassment washed over him, but he began to tell her everything, growing frustrated and tense as he offered up to her the sordid details of his night with Keqing and the things they had done together. All of them. He began to share the vivid details and indulgences of everything he had done to Keqing, and how he had been the experienced one. "I took her like I would have taken you, and I think she learned to handle it by the end of the night."
"Excellent, thank you," Ningguang said, smile growing. "That is all I needed to hear. You may enjoy your day, but I have a surprise for you tonight when you come back to our room."
That night, he discovered the surprise.
Ganyu was naked on the bed, her butt up high in the air for him while her face was down low, licking at her boss's twat. Battuta couldn't have possibly been surprised by the fact the surprise was sexual, but even still, the sight of Ningguang being eaten out by her secretary was quite the sight.
"Welcome home," Ningguang moaned. "Ganyu has been working so hard for me lately, and I decided she deserves a reward. Which is why I want you to grab her hips and fuck her. Let her experience the joys of being black, too. I want to share it with a girl I care about greatly."
Ganyu turned her head back to face Battuta, hips wiggling. "I'm ready," she said, shy and quiet, cheeks bright, bright red at the offer. She presented to him, but couldn't do too much else.
It was fine. Climbing up onto the bed, Battuta felt like he knew the score by now. He shed his pants and got into position behind her, hands grabbing her horns for leverage as he slammed into her, tugging her head back and getting to work. "You are a very lovely girl, I would be happy to fuck you." Just like with Keqing the night before, he indulged in fucking one of the female friends he had made, accepting that such was simply the only reasonable course of action for him. Battuta was past the point of surprise, and as he drilled the cute, horned girl, he was prepared to make the case for everything he craved, and he was ready to go all out on her.
"That feels so good," Ganyu whined, head tugged back, the applied pressure to her horns making her even needier. Her pussy spasmed down around his cock as she received his touch, shuddering under the attention he paid her and succumbing to pleasure much too senseless to handle. "Please rub my horns while you... While you..." She whined, looking to Ningguang, whose hard stare told her she had to say it. "Please rub my horns while you fill my tight pussy with your huge, black cock and hit me as deep as I go!" She screamed it. She hadn't been so loud in months, but if any situation called for it, this was the one.
"Watching cute girls get blacked is just as nice as I imagined it," Ningguang moaned, rubbing at her pussy from this relaxed position, needing to deal with things herself now that Battuta held Ganyu's head back, but that was fine. It was worth taking matters into her own hands to witness him take the girl by the horns and fuck her raw. She was all too happy to slide on along with all of this mess and accept what followed if it meant she could soak in such a delightful sight.
Long past the point of shame, Battuta worked to drill Ganyu hard and push her not all the shaky, noisy expressions of joy and bliss she craved. He was unashamed and unafraid, plundering her snug hole and groaning, "I'm just happy to help a friend."
But Ganyu had been needing this for days. Not only had she too read The Merchant King Of My Heart, she read it before anybody else did, a close friend of the author of the story, and its sordid tales of indulgence of black cock had filled her head with so many shaky, curious needs that Ningguang was there to push her to indulge in. Even now, her boss caressed one of her cheeks and urged these pleasures on, and Ganyu was happy to be here, happy to be on the receiving end of such a voracious and wild bliss. It was so much to deal with, so much to try and handle while she enjoyed her way through these pleasures, but it was absolutely everything she needed most.
The pleasure burned hotter, a match lit in her heart, and all these frantic ecstasies pushed her closer and closer toward ecstatic ruin, toward a crash into joys too messy and too wild to possibly resist. She needed all of this, and Ganyu was happy to burn, gasping out in joy as her orgasm burned through her and she fell into the depths of pure satisfaction, crying out in joy for what hit her and embracing her most wild and desperate of needs. "Cum in me!" she screamed, finding her voice and finding confidence in this pleasure of all things. It was madness.
But with a hard slam and an eager groan, Battuta gave Ganyu what she wanted, creampieing her and accepting that this was how he helped friends now. His conveniently all-female friends in Liyue. It was fine. Also fine was the fact that Ganyu's slick, greedy pussy held tight around his shaft, begging him for every drop as she hit her peak, and he was happy to hold onto this.
"I'm in a mood to try more new things," Ningguang said, biting her lip. "Ganyu, do you remember what we discussed?"
"I do." Ganyu's voice was quieter again. "Battuta, please get off the bed a moment." He pulled back and let the girls shift into position. Ningguang climbed off of the bed too, and he found himself faced with Ganyu lying with her head hanging off the edge of the bed. "Lay it between my breasts," she said.
It was an odd position for a titfuck. He'd had plenty of Ningguang and even Beidou, but never in a position like this. Still, he accepted it, leaning down and straddling her chest, his cock settling between her breasts as he wrapped them around his shaft and began to work back and forth in a titfuck that he was happy to give in to, even if he didn't know what else Ningguang was planning.
The hands-on ass made him aware. "We're going to do this together," Ningguang moaned. Just like the handmaiden of the royal lady in the book joined in this same act, Ganyu leaned her head up so that she and Ningguang could lick at Battuta's ass hole at the same time, sharing a firm kiss against his hole and setting the pleasures up to an even more desperate and intense state of utter desire. Battuta wasn't ready to get rimmed, but he grunted through the treatment, prepared to go for it anyway as he worked back and forth into Ganyu's cleavage, deciding not to question it at this point.
Ningguang had another curiosity to indulge in, and as she licked at his hole and explored, she found that she was once more a brilliant and very correct woman, discovering the joy of rimming her man and indulging in him with such devoted, intimate desire. Such a submissive position to be in. One, in her mind, for a woman so lost to her love of black cock that she would allow herself to submit in all ways. Her tongue was ready and devoted, tending to him with little sense or care, an unrestrained push into everything she needed most that left sense to fall by the wayside. She wasn't afraid of going all in.
Spitting on his hole and pushing forward to indulge in it, Ningguang dictated the pace. Ganyu was focused on just adding to it, circling the rim and burying her tongue in. Even if she didn't make tons of noise, Ganyu moved with an urgent passion that made for that, that expressed how badly she was prepared to give in to the pleasures taking her. Every lick and indulgence was another show of the passion carrying her away, and she was prepared to do everything in her power to make this work. Eating Battuta's ass was not simply a gesture made for the sake of sating Lady Ningguang's demands; she was devoted to this now, acting out the scene in the book that had hit her so hard that she confessed her fascination with it to Ningguang.
"That feels amazing," was all Battuta could let out. Having the girls both licking his ass hole together evoked pleasures so much more overbearing than he knew how to handle, and he couldn't help himself. Faster his hips moved, the urgent passions carrying him further away and bringing him a pleasure he was unable to resist. Each burn ad throb of indulgence left him hotter, left him less capable of resisting the utter delights of giving in. He needed this, and he was unafraid of seeking it, groaning louder, giving up hotter and messier to something too wild to believe. He was prepared to see it all through, and to come undone at the seams. It felt too good to do anything else.
Their tongues conspired to bring him down to depths beyond sense, and with a hopeless, eager groan, Battuta came, cumming onto Ganyu's stomach and leaving her a hopeless, shaky mess moaning under the weight of absolute delight. This was too much to handle, and he was happy to give in to it, happy to make a mess of her as their tongues continued their lurid, sloppy dance. He welcomed it, shaking and shuddering through what they did to him before ultimately slowing his hips down and slumping forward.
"I think I'm going to have to get more black ass into my diet," Ningguang moaned. "Ganyu, make a note of that."
**************************************
A dinner 'date' was a nice escape from the rigors of work again. Ningguang came by just as Battuta closed up and offered him dinner. It was absolutely only coincidence when they ran into Xiangling along the way, and Ningguang was immediate in inviting her to dine with them. Xiangling seemed a bit flush around Battuta, as many women lately had, but that was okay. Her coming along wasn't a problem for Battuta, who appreciated the energetic cook's company and still hadn't completely caught on to his hostess's intentions yet.
Not until they were already at dinner. Not until, when sat down and their order placed, Ningguang said, "So, Xiangling. I wonder if you would like to try something before we eat."
"Of course!" Xiangling's eyes gleamed with delight. "I'm always looking to experience new flavours."
"Excellent. Battuta has a meat from his home land I think you would greatly enjoy the taste of." She motioned underneath the table.
"Wait," Battuta said. It hit him immediately. He wasn't that clueless. "Are we really doing this? We're about to eat. We've already ordered."
"Be subtle about it," Ningguang said, smile growing. "Go, it's okay." Her hand reached into Battuta's lap and fished his cock out, hidden behind the tablecloth, as Xiangling looked around to make sure nobody was paying her attention and then ducking underneath, greeted with the sight of a huge black cock dripping with pre-cum and pointed right at her.
Xiangling crawled forward, prepared to give in fully to temptation and wrap her lips around his cock. No hesitation, no control. Just the greedy sucking down of his meaty shaft, the taste of his pre-cum a salty appetizer to the warm joy of a black dick filling her mouth. She moaned around it with an indecent blend of lust and the explosion of her taste buds. Perhaps it was simply Xiangling's penchant for exploration and strange flavours, but the taste of Battuta's cock held a genuine appeal to her, and she was happy to suck him down deeper, hands grasping his shaft as she made her play for going all out.
The pleasure and fever of giving in became something so reckless that Battuta found himself going stiff above the waist, too. Wide-eyed and uncertain, the traveler had to make sure he didn't tip off anybody to the fact he was getting head under the table, and that was much easier said than done for a man who had gotten very used to having loud, raw, ball slapping sex in private where he could be as loud as he wanted to be to meet his similarly very loud partners.
"Doesn't he taste good?" Ningguang asked below her breath. The horny teenager sucking him off under the table only responded with sloppy sounds and a few messy gagging noises. Xiangling was devoted and forward, pushing on to keep indulging in his dick, and it brought Ningguang a smug satisfaction that she didn't for a moment lean away from. This was her victory, and she flaunted it. Ningguang's hand slipped away from his cock and returned to the table top, savouring the chance to quite carelessly savour how chaotic this was getting.
Battuta didn't know what to do, but he sat there taking it anyway, sitting still and nervous while people milled about all around him and he did his best to not indicate that he was getting blown in secret. His hands were firm on the table, and he tried his best to hold tight and simply control himself. He didn't have much chance to do anything else, simply relaxing and holding firm with little idea of how to make this all calm down, steady, and controlled through the weird treatments that left him wondering what to say or what to do.
In need of no such guidance, Xiangling was reckless, sloppy, throwing herself harder into pleasures that she would not hold back from. Every push forward was a show of desire and hunger getting further and further out of control. This reckless and overbearing mess of pleasure became too much to deal with, her hand both firm on his cock to rub up and down all the dick that she couldn't get down, struggling to throat him even a little bit. He was just so thick, and she was not ready to handle this big a cock. But she wanted to, and every push forward indulged harder in the pleasures and passions, trying to handle the overbearing delights pushing her, and she was hopelessly devoted now to learning her way through all of this.
The food came, and the server asked, "Where did the other lady go?" in confusion.
"Just to the bathroom," Ningguang said. "Thank you so much for the food, she will be very happy when it arrives." She accepted her own plate and began to eat, looking to the nervous, fidgety man beside her whose hands were much slower in getting to the food and indulging in the dish. This was a lot to try and handle, and Battuta was definitely not prepared to handle any of it.
It didn't matter. Xiangling was going to get him off one way or another, working him over harder, milking his cock with her mouth and her hands to bring him to the orgasm she felt she needed him to show her, craving the taste of his cum as one more flavor to explore. She had never done something like this, but every inch of thick, hot, black cock had Xiangling hooked on his taste, exploring her way further into pleasures beyond her wildest imaginings. She needed it, and she would not stop until she finally brought him to a wild, explosive release.
The flood of cum into her mouth was too much for her to handle, no matter how much she wanted to. Pulling back, Xiangling took his load primarily all over her face, stifling her moans as she jerked him off and cooed every drop from his balls that she could get. It all felt a little bit too good to be true, but it was everything she needed and more.
A napkin in her pocket was probably not going to be big enough to clean up her face, but Xiangling tried. "I need to eat the dinner we ordered, but could I have some more of this meat tonight?"
Before Battuta could say anything, Ningguang spoke for him. "We would love to have you with us for the night."
*****************************
Battuta had come to Liyue with one crate of goods. He was ready to leave Liyue now with five crates to be brought by carriage with him off to another city, with even more shipments coming to the city to fulfill the orders he had sent back home. His goods had become a commodity so grand that his sister was coming to take over operations in Liyue.
"So you're leaving soon," Ningguang sighed. He hadn't even said anything, but she already knew. "I saw the paperwork transferring the deed over to another woman. Not a wife, I hope? Same last name."
"Sister," he told her. "I am not married."
"Not even to me, although if you asked, I wouldn't say no." She settled down on top of him, sinking onto his cock and planting loving kisses onto her lips.
"I don't know if I can handle marriage after what you've done to me," he confessed. "By the time I took a dozenth lover, I realized that I was enjoying what you made me into far too much."
"You have spread appreciation of black dick to the city I love, and I could not be happier," Ningguang cooed, starting to grind atop him with careful, sensual motions. "I'm torn between promising that I will make sure no merchants from your homeland are granted licenses aside from your sister, so that your company can thrive, and inviting over scores of them so I can fill the void while you're gone." She planted soft kisses onto his lips. "And my holes, for that matter."
"I need to go to Mondstadt, but that's not where I have to settle. I haven't made my choice yet."
"Don't get my hopes up," she purred. "I'm sure you have had far too much fun with the women throwing themselves at you not to start seeking out lovers in another city. You're more addicted to foreign women and hooking them on your huge, black cock than you realize. But that's okay. Maybe you will come back. I'll make sure your sister is the only one who can conduct business until you do."
"We don't need to talk about the future tonight," he told her. "We can just enjoy each others' company one last time."
"Only each other'?" she moaned. "I could invite Keqing over for a threesome." His cock twitched inside of her, and she let out a hot, aching moan. "Or would you prefer Beidou? She's landed back in port today." Another twitch. Ningguang was on the money. "Ganyu?" Another throb. "Xiangling? What if I just called them all over, you stayed another night, and tomorrow became a farewell part from us to you?"
Overcome by lust, but also by a need to shut her up before she teased him into staying and accepting her offer, Battuta flipped Ningguang onto her back and began to mating press her into oblivion and submission one last time.
週次パワーステータス
-- 推薦
ランキング 
-- 推薦
チケット