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Standing in court was not what Childe had in mind when he had decided to stay in Fontaine for a while. He should be out looking for Skirk or buying souvenirs for his siblings, not cooped up in the stuffy atmosphere of the Opera Epiclese and certainly not accused of a crime that had started when Childe had been… well, a child.
“…everything he’s done, not to mention the danger he poses, are beyond ordinary comprehension and completely unforgivable!” the Hydro Archon’s egregious spiel projected loud and clear, echoing in the spacious opera house.
If Childe hadn’t been incapacitated by that mysteriously strong Chief Justice, he would have had choice words to say to their Archon, damned be the relations between Snezhnaya and Fontaine. But he only sat on his knees, too weakened from the fight to even speak, and unable to do anything, really; they had put some kind of special collar around his neck that prevented any powers.
“All shall be revealed in time! You will come to understand my noble intentions, as well as the absolute correctness of the Oratrice’s verdict,” Furina then laughed, hands on her hips. A slew of chatters from the audience could be heard.
“Makes sense to me.”
“The Oratrice could never be wrong!”
“Lady Furina is… quite the character, but she would never deliver a false verdict.”
Furina puffed her chest proudly. She then turned her attention towards Childe and cleared her throat.
“Guards! Impregnate this man,” ordered Furina. Her gloved hand pointed dramatically down at Childe while those two-toned blue eyes bore into him with great intensity.
This was it. About to be jailed in a foreign nation, no family nearby, no—
Wait, what the fuck did she just say?
“I-Impregnate?!” Childe repeated incredulously, mustering up his voice to speak out in disbelief.
The four guards that stood a few feet away keeping watch of him looked back and forth between Childe and their archon, shuffling their feet in apparent confusion. Even the Chief Justice had a puzzled expression. Hushed whispers from the audience filled the air.
“Why are you twiddling your thumbs? Get on with it!”
“Yes, Lady Furina!” they answered in unison, albeit their voices lacked the bravado a typical soldier should have.
The four came up to Childe, causing the harbinger to shift uncomfortably. “Is this some kind of twisted joke?” he spoke up, no longer dazed and was more alert than ever.
The members of the Garde ignored the question and talked among themselves.
“I don’t remember this being in the job description,” one soldier said with eyebrows furrowed, “do you, Pierre?”
“Oh, yeah, of course I remember the finely written ‘impregnate the accused when handed with a guilty verdict’—gods no Henri, of course I don’t.” Pierre shook his head, “Maybe this is something new that Lady Furina is trying out. This is a Fatui Harbinger, after all.”
“Yes, this criminal is full of sin. He needs to be punished swiftly,” chimed in another, whose voice was deep and gruff.
The Fourth Guy nodded his head, “She did say something about ‘noble intentions’, after all. Let’s get to it then. He is pretty, isn’t he?” he said, to which the others nodded hastily.
The guards that stood in front of him unzipped their pants, took their dicks out—
A noise escaped Childe. Although what should have been a noise of fear… was instead a noise filled with utmost anticipation and arousal.
How.
How did they know.
Perhaps this was all just a setup from the start, a strike at the harbinger’s lowest point, for how could they have possibly known…
…that Childe was a massive cockslut.
The harbinger’s eyes nearly bulged at the sight of the well-endowed lengths in front him. Curved, uncut, big, veiny—Childe was drooling, and unconsciously leaning closer. They only grew in size more as the guards stroked themselves to hardness.
“The results are back,” Dottore’s words rang in Childe’s memories of his diagnosis, the tone of the Doctor's was more serious than usual. “It appears you have a case of ‘cockslut’. The bigger they are, the worse you’ll succumb. It is incurable. Whatever you do, do not find yourself in enemy territory where you are presented with the enemy’s large phallus.”
And lo and behold, here Childe was in enemy territory with big juicy cocks jutting out towards his face.
Childe reacted before the Gardes could even open their mouths. As if like the pull of a magnet, his mouth latched onto one of the cocks and started sucking. His free hands made their way to two others to give long, firm strokes, coaxing out more precum and getting them nice and slick.
Henri let out a choked gasp, surprised at the harbinger sucking so eagerly and moaning around his cock shamelessly. “What’s with this guy? We didn’t even do anything, he just lunged at our—fuck,” he hissed, placing his hands as an anchor on the back of Childe’s head, gripping the soft orange locks. His hips started moving automatically, meeting Childe’s motion of when he would swallow down to the base of his length. It seemed like the harbinger had no gag reflex, not only that, but seemed unphased by the Garde’s increased pace and force of his hips. “You’re a real pro, aren’t you?” Henri spoke as the harbinger hollowed his cheeks.
“His side gig must be at a whorehouse,” Pierre groaned at the feeling of dexterous fingers working at his length.
The Fourth Guy nodded in agreement, bucking into the hand. The Garde with the deep voice, and who had the biggest dick of them, was the one that Childe had no hold of, to which he participated in his own way by rubbing his hardness onto the harbinger’s pretty face and hair, defiling him with his precum.
For Childe, he hadn’t had sex in a while, too busy with other duties, so having that nice weight in his mouth and hands, along with the taste and smell of a musky cock, put him in that familiar comforting daze. Paradise, Childe thought to himself as saliva ran down his chin, feeling dizzy with need as the back of his throat was hit repeatedly. He was in such a glow that he could ignore the heated confused whispers of the spectators and the intrigued looks from the Lady Furina and Chief Justice. He gripped the cocks in his hands tighter and quickened his up and down motion, and let the one in his mouth bury itself ever so deeply.
“Gonna paint that pretty face of yours,” was the only warning he got before the one fucking his mouth pulled out, white ribbons of thick cum landing mostly on Childe’s nose bridge. The harbinger stuck his tongue out, catching some stray droplets. Seeing how pliant and hungry Childe was for their spend made the other three shoot their load out on his forehead, eyelashes, hair, neck…
“Haahh,” Childe panted with his mouth wide open and basked in the feeling of hot cum all over him. It satiated him only temporarily, for he soon felt the need of his ass wanting to be fucked open.
“Your punishment is not done,” said Pierre as he wiped his cock off the hanging tongue, the others followed suit. It didn’t take long for them to harden up again, too eager to fuck the harbinger silly.
“Yes, sirs.” The color of those dull eyes may be blue, yet they held such a fire of burning desire in them.
Henri and the Fourth Guy moved behind Childe while the Garde with the deep voice and Pierre stayed in front of him. They jerked his pants off him and soon, Childe felt some kind of slippery substance coat his rim. Suddenly, two slicked fingers sunk inside his puckering hole, stretching his insides and occasionally brushing his prostate.
“Aaahh—” Childe moaned high and needy. He was about to bring his hand to his leaking cock, but Pierre slapped it away.
“No touching yourself. You shouldn’t get to cum in the first place, but we’ll show you some hospitality; you’re only allowed to cum if it’s hands free.”
Childe nodded as he used his tongue to worship the two stiff members in front of him. He would sink his head down on one, all the way to the base and bobbing his head gently, before switching to the other one and performing the same. It was as he swallowed around a cock that the fingers left him, soon replaced by a daunting pressure at his entrance, before it plunged in.
“Hnnghh—” Childe nearly choked around the length, the Garde fucking his ass gave him no time to adjust and used his body as he pleased. Each time he was thrown forward from a thrust, he would earn a mouthful, lips meeting the base. Sawing back and forth between them, Childe could only moan like a bitch in heat as the large cocks beat into his body and stuffed him good.
A slap to his ass made Childe squeal. “Not a scary harbinger now, are you? You’re only good for taking cock,” the man drove his hips faster in the tight heat, grunting as he felt Childe rocking his body back, trying to meet his thrusts, “Fuck, gonna impregnate you. Gonna get you knocked up.”
As far as Childe knew, he couldn’t get impregnated, but the thick cock that invaded his body had similarly invaded his broken mind into thinking that maybe he could. Childe’s walls clenched tight around the girth in his ass and his mouth suctioned hard, wanting—no, needing their cum. That did it for the soldiers, groaning as they sheathed fully inside and spilled their release. Childe, who rolled his eyes back, swallowed the load with a mewl and spurted onto the stage below him.
Cheers could be heard from the audience, and so could Furina who clapped her hands in amusement. But all that really registered to Childe’s ears was the footsteps of the Gardes switching places with the other two who hadn’t cum.
“More…” Childe pleaded as he mouthed the cock in front of him—it was the one belonging to the man with a deep voice. The harbinger idly wondered if he could even fit a cock as big as his in his mouth. There was only one way to find out, he was always up for a challenge.
“Needy slut. You‘ll be ruined beyond what you could possibly imagine once we’re through with you.” And that promise was upheld. The Gardes fucked him hard, bruising grips on his hips, not holding back on smashing their pelvis’s against his face as they made sure to stick their cocks down his throat, hair pulling, groping his tits and pinching his nipples, spanking his ass till it was bright red—Childe was in pure ecstasy, cumming multiple times, taking load after load as they never left his holes empty. His ass was so creamy that there was even a puddle on the floor from where it dripped. The soldiers used him as a cumdumpster, following their Archon’s orders of impregnating the man as best as they could.
“Mmm, hnnh, mmhh—” Staccato moans vibrated around the cock he was sucking as his prostate was being bullied by the large shaft that pounded relentlessly into him. The Garde with the deep voice was his favorite so far, as he gave his insides such a nice stretch even though he had been taken repeatedly.
“That’s it—fuck, yeah,” he growled by Childe’s ear as he smacked his hips against the harbinger’s and emptied himself, Childe’s orgasm followed quickly. The addicting taste of cum flooded on his tongue as Henri let out one final thrust into his mouth. The harbinger swallowed, making sure not to waste a single drop, and as he did, he felt more cum painting his back from the two others.
All men caught their breath for a minute, before they heard heels clicking on the floor, belonging to none other than the Chief Justice Neuvillette.
“You are dismissed, Gardes. I shall take it from here.” All four soldiers answered with a “yes, Monsieur Neuvillette” before taking their leave.
Childe was about to lament the absence of his new comrades, when suddenly, the Chief Justice took out his length that could only be described as monstrous. As thick as any man’s wrist, long, and peculiarly ribbed. It had a bluish hue coloring around the base, meeting up with a big knot that sat there intimidatingly.
Childe drooled as he watched the member grow larger from Neuvillette stroking himself.
“The Gardes did well, but only once you have received divinity from justice itself, will you have repented for your sins.” And so, the Chief Justice picked him up effortlessly as if Childe was a ragdoll, elbows hooked underneath the shaking knees, and positioned him over his cock.
Childe had a bit of a revelation then. For the most part of this “impregnation”, he had a cock his mouth, making his vision obscured. But now, he was faced towards the audience and saw all their looks of pure awe, eyes roamed his body which was humiliatingly put on display…
Childe wouldn’t have it any other way.
A scream tore out of him as he was dropped onto the massive cock. “Haahh, haah, ohh—” moans as whorish as they could be spilled out from the harbinger as Neuvillette wasted no time and bounced him up and down. The ribbed flesh, alongside its sheer size was making Childe’s vision go fuzzy. It attacked his prostrate with each thrust, causing his already worn out cock to weakly ejaculate. That view was also accompanied by the Gardes’ cum being fucked out of Childe, making obscene squelching noises.
Neuvillette groaned, not only never having a person been able to take all of him before, but it was also so damn tight yet deliciously wet too. The passage clung to his cock in a constricting manner and sucked him back in with each upwards thrust he could do as best as he could from his position. He used the harbinger as nothing but a cocksleeve, he could feel himself throbbing inside that delectable warmth.
“I-I’m sorry—haaahh—punish me harder!” Childe babbled out words as his insides felt the most intense burn, to the point where it should be painful yet what was wrung out of him was only pleasure.
“My, you’re just a sweet little thing,” plap, plap, plap. “All you need is something big inside to tame you.”
Childe nodded—well more like his head was thrown up and down from the rough fucking he received. “N-need…” the younger couldn’t even finish his sentence.
“Oh, I know.”
Childe felt the knot that met his rim with each brutal thrust grow bigger as Neuvillette’s pace quickened in a fervent fashion.
“Going to knot you. Be a good boy and take it,” Neuvillette growled. “Stay put as I breed you.” With all his mighty strength, the Chief Justice slammed Childe down on his knot, met with little resistance, and burying in deep, claiming him wholly. Gooey spend flooded endlessly, making him feel a fullness that would surely be felt for days. Childe’s broken choked moans left his lips that were in an “o” shape as his own orgasm wracked through his entire body, shuddering and twitching. His cock did its best to leak whatever cum that was left of him.
Since the position was uncomfortable, Neuvillette sat them both down, the knot still snug inside the harbinger. Grabbing the cravat from his neck, the Chief Justice used it to wipe the cum off the poor boy, who was still shaking in pleasure. He even conjured up a glass of water for Childe to take sips of. The gentle treatment was such a stark contrast to their fucking, and if Childe could muster up his voice he would have gave a hearty laugh.
Really though, how would he explain this day when he got back to Snezhnaya? Hello, fellow comrades, reporting in! I have uncovered the utmost crucial information about Fontaine: the Chief Justice is most certainly not human. How do I know, you may ask? Well, I took his massive monster dick and his knot!
Childe let out an amused huff as a thought, to which the Chief Justice noticed.
“Ah, good, you’re not completely out of it. I was—”
“Good show, good show!” the Lady Furina interrupted. She was jumping up and down as if she had been on a sole diet of Fonta, applauding wildly and giggling. Everyone in the audience was clapping too, some even cheering for an encore.
Neuvillette raised an eyebrow at her. “Lady Furina, I apologize as I’m about to ruin your good mood, but I believe you had got the terms mixed up. The words you were looking for were ‘imprison this man’ not ‘impregnate this man’.”
A pause sat.
“W-what?” Furina started slowly. “W-why didn’t you correct me before?! I thought this was supposed to happen! I just wanted to say cool words!”
“I had—”
“YOU YOURSELF HAD EVEN PARTICIPATED IN THE ‘IMPREGNATION’ OF THIS MAN!!” Furina yelled, her fists clenched.
Neuvillette had the decency to look a tad ashamed. “Well, I was a bit aroused from the earlier display put on by the Gardes. Ah, I couldn’t help myself…”
Furina closed her eyes and composed herself. She opened them, and there was that confident look back in her eyes.
“My dearest citizens, do not be fooled by this little conversation between the Chief Justice and I. It is all a part of the riveting show that has just occurred. Yes, everything is as it intended to be. Noble intentions, people! Noble intentions…” She flicked her wrist, “Dismissed.”
And thus, the audience got up from their seats and headed towards the exits, similarly there was Furina who scurried out quickly muttering something like "I guess I finally saw a real twist for once" under her breath, leaving just Neuvillette and Childe behind. The harbinger turned his head to peer at the former.
“So…” Childe’s voice began. It had regained its strength from the face-fucking and his countless moaning. “Even if this all arose from a misunderstanding, I’m still a criminal. I don’t think I’ve learned all my lessons yet.” His big blue eyes batted coyly at the Chief Justice.
But Neuvillette only tilted his head in confusion. “Pardon me?”
Perhaps his newest comrade could learn a thing or two. “Oh! Um, what I’m trying to say is that I want to keep having sex with you.”
“Ah, yes! Of course,” Neuvillette’s thumb caressed the harbinger’s thigh. “Yes, I would be most amenable to that. I will take you to my private quarters where we will not be bothered.”
“Perfect!” beamed Childe. Maybe Fontaine’s way of justice wasn’t so bad after all.