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He woke up with a splitting headache— not enough to be a migraine, but enough to render him uncomfortable.
The first thing he hears were the faint clinking sounds of metal when he shifted his arms slightly.
In his dazed state, he tried to remember what had happened beforehand, and when his eyes focused in on the room he was currently held in, he remembered the trial, the intense feeling of anger after being falsely declared guilty by a stupid machine he didn’t bother to remember the name was.
Even with the actual culprit being found during his trial, he had to be detained anyways because everyone trusted some mechanic instead of relying on the hard evidence that incriminated the real perpetrator.
And he was supposed to believe this was the nation of justice? What a joke.
Here sat the 11th Fatui Harbinger, in a small, isolated, dingy cell with his wrists bound by handcuffs he could have easily broken out of if he still had his delusion or vision.
He sighs, his back slumped against the wall as he waited for seemingly nothing. This dull silence was enough to drive him mad with boredom, yet he couldn’t contain his excitement as he hopes the traveler would come to his aid, to break him free from this depressing prison. Their relationship had improved within the months, and though Lumine still had her doubts due to him still being a harbinger, she occasionally let him take her out on dates and even slept with him when she felt like it.
Lumine knew that he didn’t do anything wrong— not in Fontaine, anyway. So maybe there was a chance for her to..
Two sets of footsteps were heard just outside his cell, one heavier than the other.
Childe lifts his head up to see a familiar blonde walking up to his cell.
“Girlie!” He perks up as he stands up a bit too fast for his liking and walks over to Lumine, closing their distance as much as possible, “Are you here to help me break out?” He asks in an excited tone, his lust for battle still strong as ever.
“Ahem,” a deep voice interrupts, and Childe’s gaze flickers to another man who he didn’t bother acknowledging beforehand, “How presumptuous of you to talk about escape in front of a warden.”
Childe narrows his eyes at the man standing behind Lumine, “Oh? What’s this about?”
“Well, under unique circumstances, We have to keep you temporarily in custody in order to make sure there were no errors involved during the trial.” He crosses his arms, “I-“
Childe grits his teeth, “How long do I have to be here? I didn’t commit the crime! The evidence clearly points to another person!”
Lumine gave him a somewhat sympathetic look, and Childe notices there was something off about her.
“Yes, the suspect is being detained as of now, but we still need to look further into the Oratrice’s reading and why it still concluded you as guilty.” He crosses his arms, “However, I can be more lenient and try to release you early on one condition.”
He didn’t like the way his hands slip up Lumine’s waist.
The warden twitches a smile as he carefully studies his reaction.
Lumine uncharacteristically shyly turns her head away from him, as if she was ashamed of herself.
“G…Girlie?”
“Just once.” She utters, “I’m doing this for you, Ajax.”
The way her confidence falters at that moment made Childe realize she was lying, or at least not telling him the whole truth.
“Let me lay with her, and I will let you out.” The black haired man offers, and Childe figures that whatever answer he gives him, it won’t matter. Because there was nothing he could do to stop this.
He just stares in shock as he watches Lumine’s body tremble under Wrio-who-gives-a-shit’s touch.
Childe was fuming, and if it wasn’t for the bars that contained him within his cell and the fact that he didn’t have either his vision or delusion, he would jump at the warden without thinking about the consequences or the actual legal trouble he’d get himself into.
Wriothesley didn’t necessarily care if Childe did in fact consented, because Lumine was the one to offer herself to him in exchange for the harbinger’s freedom.
Of course, Lumine had originally planned on breaking into the prison and helping Childe escape, but that thought quickly perished when she remembered all the legal trouble she got into the other nations.
And Wriothesley was very attractive to her..
Lumine suddenly lets out a quiet squeak as Wriothesley pushes her bloomers down and lifts the backside of the skirt of her dress up slightly, his crotch pressing against her wetness.
The only thing Childe could do was stare in horror, watching the first girl he genuinely liked get taken by a random she had just met.
And all for what? His freedom? Was it really worth it when he was forced to watch his girl get fucked in front of him? He’d rather stay in this cell for a thousand years before letting anyone else touch her.
“I’m sorry, Childe.” She apologizes in a weak voice, her face becoming flush as Wriothesley shoves two of his thick fingers inside her dripping wet cunt, making her body jerk forward in pleasure.
Childe falls onto his knees watching the scene unfold, watching Lumine hold onto the steel bars for dear life as her legs started to fail her.
He thought he was the only one that could make her feel like that.
He watches as Lumine’s face contorts into pleasure, her breath becoming shaky as Wriothesley slots in a third finger.
He could practically see her pussy juices dripping onto the ground as Wriothesley fingers her open with a toothy grin on his face.
Childe’s instincts were yelling at him to rip that stupid smile off his face, but he knows he was helpless. He has never felt so weak, so pathetic in such a long time.
“Wri-Wriothesley..!” Lumine moans sweetly, her voice echoing throughout the corridors of the cell block.
Other prisoners could very well see what was going on, but neither Lumine nor Wriothesley cared at the moment.
Lumine whines as she suddenly feels empty upon Wriothesley retracting his fingers.
Her body jerks forward, making a loud clang noise as her body made contact with the bars.
Childe couldn’t really see since the front of her dress was covered, but he didn’t want to. Why did they have to do this in front of him? This was so cruel.
Wriothesley made eye contact with Childe as he leans down to suck a hickey into Lumine’s pale shoulder.
The loud, wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoes along with Lumine’s sweet moaning.
He thought he’d be the only one to make her moan like that.
“S-sorry.. S-sorry..” Lumine’s eyes roll back up in blissful pleasure as she let Wriothesley rearrange her guts with his massive size.
“A-Ajax.. A-Ah.. Ajax..!” She cries his name out, as if to console him; it only made him even more bitter.
“Wriothesley, p-plea- I can’t.. I can’t stand..” Drool runs down her chin as her mind starts to become numb from the incessant thrusting to her g-spot.
Wriothesley pauses for a second to grab her by the legs and hoist her off the ground.
Lumine moans louder as Wriothesley started to thrust upwards, making her skirt flap up occasionally with every rough thrust, making Childe see everything that was happening.
Childe furrows his eyebrows, feeling himself get slightly erect.
One of Lumine’s arms reached around to touch Wriothesley’s neck as the other slides down to rub her clit for more stimulation.
“Traveler, cum for me.” Wriothesley simply demands in a low growl, pushing deeper into her.
Lumine bites her lower lip to suppress her moans as she started to touch herself with vigor, desperately wanting to reach her climax.
She came hard, squirting her juices into Childe’s cell.
Childe remembered when Lumine used to be so embarrassed after finding out she was able to squirt during a one night stand at her stay in Liyue.
Wriothesley slams himself into Lumine one last time, emptying himself into her with a grunt.
His seed spilt out her wrecked cunt, and Childe couldn’t be any more pissed off. He wanted to be the one to breed her.
Wriothesley slowly puts her down, his hands supporting her as she shakily stood back up.
When Childe gets out, he was definitely going to kill this guy.