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“Um... It's so exciting to meet someone all the way from Liyue! Welcome, welcome!”
Varesa tugs Ganyu along by the wrist as she ushers her honored guest through the gates of her family's orchard. Ganyu stares in bewilderment at Varesa's distractingly large horns, then the unfamiliar shapes and colors of Natlan's fruits as they zip by. It was the Traveler's suggestion for Ganyu to spend her annual mandatory leave in the farm country of the Collective of Plenty. They export fruits and vegetables all over Teyvat, now that the Natlanese are able to travel beyond their borders, so – her hope is that they'll be vegetarian-friendly, in a way the rest of Natlan is decidedly not.
Varesa's enthusiastic grip is surprisingly strong. Ganyu soon finds herself overwhelmed by their breakneck pace. Varesa, if nothing else, certainly qualifies as friendly.
“Are you hungry? Do you want some puffed grainfruit bars, or saurus crackers?” Varesa is wreathed in smiles as she produces various snack foods from her bag. “You've got to keep your energy up! Don't want to pass out, now!”
Ganyu shakes her head politely as she catches her breath. “I... try not to eat that often, so...”
“Suit yourself!” Varesa cheerfully devours all of the snacks in seconds. Crumbs shower the ground around her feet. “Coach wants me to cut down on sugary stuff, but full strength starts with a full stomach! Let's go!”
Ganyu stares after her as Varesa charges down the orchard path once more. Her attitude is so carefree, it's almost childish. She doesn't seem embarrassed by her messy eating, or her conspicuously long horns, or even her bare midriff. Liyuean tradition demands so much modesty of its women that Ganyu finds herself caught between admiration and scandal by this level of personal freedom. Case in point: normally Ganyu would have to refuse food a minimum of three times before it was acceptable to say yes, and not be criticized for her greed.
Indulgence is a slippery slope, and Ganyu can all too easily lose her self-control. She can only trail after Varesa in a daze of culture shock.
“By the way, I love your horns! The way yours swoop down and back, it's so elegant,” Varesa gushes, walking backward to face her. Her bovine tail swishes back and forth with enthusiasm. “And the red stripes are like, whoosh! So cool! Like a superhero!”
“Um,” Ganyu manages, eyes averted and cheeks now flushed as pink as Varesa's braids. “Full-blooded qilin have much larger horns... Mine are quite small in comparison, so...”
“I bet yours never get stuck in doorways like mine,” Varesa grins. She cocks her head sideways to demonstrate, loudly knocking a horn against the trunk of a tree. Several apples tumble to the ground. She picks one up and hands it to Ganyu, saving another for herself. “It's handy around the orchard, though! I can bust up any fallen rocks in the way, too.”
Ganyu turns the glossy apple over in her hands as she ponders this. Her thoughts come to her slowly at times, compared to the swift and short-lived mortals around her. Time simply passes differently to the adepti.
“Doesn't that... hurt?”
“What?”
Varesa crunches down her apple in three bites, core and all.
“Your... horns,” Ganyu explains shyly, lowering her voice in case the topic is an improper one. “Isn't it painful for you to hit trees, or doorways, or... rocks?”
“I don't understand,” Varesa says, flicking her ear with a jingle of her bell. “They're made of bone, right? Like teeth. I mean, if you chip a tooth, I guess that hurts, but normally you can bite into stuff without feeling anything, can't you? I can plow through a bunch of bad guys without my horns giving me a headache, no problem!”
Ganyu's shoulders slump. “I see,” she says softly. “Qilin horns are... quite sensitive, actually. We are pacifists by nature, so I suppose our constitution reflects that – ahh?!”
Spurred by impulse, Varesa's curious fingers trace along the smooth, slightly-ridged surface of Ganyu's horn. Ganyu yelps and drops her apple. Varesa flinches, hands flying to cover her cheeks.
“Omigosh, I'm so sorry,” Varesa apologizes profusely. “Did I hurt you? I'm really sorry!”
“N, no,” Ganyu stammers. Her heart hammers rapid fire in her chest as she draws a shaky inhale. “It... it's not like... Don't worry about it.”
“You can touch mine,” Varesa says helpfully, lowering her head.
“No!” A flustered Ganyu blushes even harder. “It's-! Q, q, qilin thing! Our horns are really only used for, um, c... courtship rituals. I live among humans, so they're n-not used really at all, and, um...”
Dawning comprehension settles over Varesa's features. “Ohhh. Like two qilin touch their horns together?”
Ganyu nods, lips pressed tightly together.
“And it makes them both ready to... do it?”
Ganyu nods faster, burying her face in her hands. It's too embarrassing to have to explain that sort of physical intimacy out loud. The only way it could get more awkward is if Varesa asks how Ganyu's interspecies parents were able to mate, and she'd rather throw herself into the volcano than answer that right now.
“Well, now I'm super extra sorry!” Varesa giggles nervously, looking as flustered as Ganyu feels. Her tufted tail twists itself into knots as she dithers in place. “They're just so cute, I couldn't help myself. Guess I should ask permission next time!”
Before Ganyu's lagging thoughts can catch up, Varesa is up and running again, eager to continue the tour.
The rest of the afternoon is a blur. Ganyu follows Varesa diligently, listening and nodding when prompted, but she doubts she's going to remember any of these plant names the next day. She just keeps stealing guilty glances at Varesa. Her huge rack of horns protrude so boldly, so unabashed, even adorned with a gold ring, and strong enough to shatter stone into rubble.
Varesa is a sweet, helpful, trusting young thing, and this is so inappropriate of Ganyu to fixate on, but...
All Ganyu can think about is rubbing herself against those horns like a broodmare in heat.
She hasn't felt this needy in ages. Literal centuries. She's been focused on work, sure, but it was also convenient to not have anyone around that can trigger her qilin fertility-seeking biology. She wasn't prepared for her body to have this dramatic a reaction from a single touch. From a practical stranger, no less. Ganyu's qilin horn still tingles where those fingers so casually caressed her. As does another, more private, part of her anatomy.
If Ganyu can't control her bestial instincts, though, she's no better than an animal herself. With her mind made up, Ganyu bids her junior a firm and professional farewell at the end of the tour, and swiftly walks back to the inn with her head held high. The wise and illuminated adepti of Liyue must comport themselves with more dignity than this.
Ganyu is sworn to never bring shame upon the proud name of Rex Lapis. She will not bow to temptation, not now, not ever.
That is, until night falls over the Collective of Plenty, and Ganyu can repress the urge no longer.
Ganyu is too demure to ever impose upon someone else to mate with her, even in a state as desperate as this. However, she's equally unable to pleasure herself, since the shame of self-indulgence vastly outweighs any enjoyment she could wring out of this useless body of hers. Her hormone-addled brain has convinced her that if she waits patiently enough, Varesa will simply seek her out and decide to mount her, without needing to be asked, of course.
This is pathetic. She has to do something about this before she loses her mind.
Ganyu slips out of the inn under cover of darkness, and makes her anxious way outside of the village and towards the orchard. Her footfalls are light, scarcely dislodging a single pebble. Her preternatural eyes keep a wary vigil over her shoulder. She can feel perspiration beading on her brow that has nothing to do with her nerves.
Ganyu makes it to the gate without being caught, but freezes at the fence. Heat prickles beneath her bell collar and crawls up the nape of her neck. She trembles, worrying her lower lip between her teeth. Dare she break a rule and trespass?
It's not like she came here with any kind of plan. She doesn't even know if Varesa is available.
However – luck is on her side tonight.
Ganyu squeaks as a ray of moonlight reveals Varesa's curvy silhouette moving among the orchard trees, no doubt munching her way through a midnight fruit snack. Her wavy hair is loose in a cascade down her back, and she's changed into frilly nighty with even more bows than her previous outfit, but it's definitely her.
Varesa's ears perk up at the sound. She soon comes trotting over to the fence, tail waving a happy rhythm behind her. The Electro Vision now clipped on her bag glows to cast the scene in gentle violet.
“Ganyu? Is that you? What are you... oh. Oh, wow.”
Varesa's lips part on the soft syllable as startled heat rushes to stain her cheeks red. This is so beyond humiliating. Ganyu can only imagine the obscene picture she must make with her quivering thighs pressed together, leaning against the fence with a flushed face and pleading gaze, nothing but a pitiful whimper caught in her throat. Imagine someone from the Ministry catching her like this.
“S, sorry... to bother you... um... I know this is sudden, but... I can't... help myself...”
Ganyu doesn't know what she'll do if Varesa rejects her at this point. Curl up in the dirt and wait to die, she supposes.
“I, um, don't mind,” Varesa gulps, fidgeting with restless energy. Her shock-rounded eyes shine bright, reflecting the moon. “Y, you look so pretty like that... I, I, I wanna... um... Girls? You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen...?”
“If it isn't too much trouble, c... could you perhaps...”
“Is this because of me? I, I should apologize... I mean, I'm just a farm girl, but you, you're like a gorgeous mystical being from overseas, and I'm just so... Wow?”
“Would it be alright if we... ahh... you know? As long as it's okay with you...”
They're both posturing submissively, she realizes. Ganyu would have laughed at the ridiculous situation if she weren't just as paralyzed by politeness as Varesa is. Maybe neither of them is capable of making a first move, and they'll be stuck in a stammering, blushing stalemate until sunrise.
Varesa surprises her by making a frustrated noise and rummaging in her bag. Ganyu expects to see her pull out a protein bar, but instead, Varesa produces a colorful mask that she sheepishly affixes over her eyes like a blindfold. It's smaller than the masks of the yaksha that conceal one's immortal identity, as the rest of Varesa's heart-shaped face is still visible. It looks more like a homemade prop for theater than anything else.
Varesa clambers over the fence, and lands with a thud on Ganyu's side.
“Forgive me for needing it, but, it gives me courage,” Varesa whispers. Illuminated by the purple glow of her Vision, the painted mask gleams metallic. “Is this really okay with you? Should I carry you inside, or... do you wanna do it right here?”
Ganyu is too weak to wait. Outdoors, where anyone can see their tryst, will have to do. Ganyu answers by nuzzling into Varesa's neck, nibbling and rubbing her cheek against the sticky-sweet scent of apple blossoms, honey, and fruit juice. She wants to drown in it.
Varesa sighs eagerly into the first contact, and offers herself as a warm and solid wall to support Ganyu's unsteady weight. Hesitant at first, but gradually gaining confidence, Varesa's exploring hands run through Ganyu's fluffy hair, and pet her as though she's soothing a spooked Tatankasaur. Ganyu kisses the tattoo on her throat whilst Varesa's fingers stroke the length of Ganyu's horns, trailing light touches that send fizzy bursts of pleasant tingles down the base of her skull, and chase the curve of her spine.
She's melting. She's a puddle. She's gone.
Then Varesa's hands close into fists as she grips the horns, giving them an experimental squeeze, to test their sensitivity.
Ganyu cries out as a full-body shudder wracks through her. Finally, finally, finally. Her self-conscious thoughts evaporate into cloud vapor swirling in the empty space between her ears. Her back arches and her knees buckle, though Varesa's firm arm loops around her waist before she can collapse.
The damp patch between her legs has now soaked through the thin material of her tights. This little peak of relief isn't enough. She wants more.
“Oh, Fietena, grant me strength,” Varesa groans, even though Ganyu can make little sense of the tumbling rush of words. “You're so pretty, Ganyu... Is this good? Am I doing okay? I can't believe this is actually happening... I totally had a crush on you the moment I first saw you, but I never thought that you'd like me, and now you're letting me...!”
Two fingers shyly rub the wet fabric over Ganyu's swollen clit. Ganyu immediately ruts against that inexperienced hand, chasing the raw friction, until Varesa takes the cue. She steers Ganyu with surprising ease until her back is braced against a fence post, then obediently redoubles her efforts, rubbing hard enough to bruise.
“Nnn... Need more, please,” Ganyu pants, her breathing shallow and dizzyingly fast. “Allow me to... disrobe myself... if that's alright? Want you... inside...”
“Oh, please, please, Ganyu, yes! Let me help!”
As swiftly as she's able to, Ganyu sheds her layered garments, stepping out of her shoes and tights, then folding the bundle of fabric neatly atop them. It would not do to find grass stains on her outfit the next day. The rush of night air is chilly against her sweaty skin, evoking a rush of gooseflesh, but it's worth it to lean forward and feel Varesa's comforting body heat radiating at every point of contact.
Abandoning dignity, Ganyu presses her bare breasts against Varesa's nightgown, and revels in the silky texture against her stiff nipples.
Varesa whimpers with youthful impatience, tail lashing behind her, as three of her fingers glide easily into Ganyu's slicked entrance.
Ganyu instinctively takes both of Varesa's long horns in hand to steady herself as her treacherous knees begin to wobble. The horns are denser than her own, cool to the touch, and polished smooth as a river stone. They're not the right shape to mesh with qilin horns, but nonsensically, she yearns to lock them together anyway.
“Mate me...” Ganyu murmurs, head lolling back. “You're such a good girl, Varesa...”
“Ahh, you're so pretty, wanna be good for you, Ganyu, wanna make you feel nice...!”
As those fingers pump in and out of her, working her cunt with urgent efficiency, Ganyu sinks against the fence post, and lets the waves of pleasure carry her awareness away. It's not long before Ganyu's breathless voice breaks on a high-pitched cry. Her muscles clench down abruptly, and she comes around Varesa's fingers, hard.
Varesa stares wonderingly at the sudden spurt of wetness now dripping down her wrist and spattering the grass. There's so much of it. She withdraws her slippery fingers and holds them up to the light of her Vision to inspect them. If Ganyu had the capacity for self-awareness right now, she would be absolutely mortified. She still squirms, trying to cross her legs and hide the evidence of her messy ejaculation from view.
“That's soooo good...! You make me feel so... Ahh, it's like... It's like a whole new kind of hunger,” Varesa babbles cheerfully, eyes fever-bright. Her thick thighs are squeezed together with her tail tucked between them as a poor substitute for stimulation. “Um... There's something I want to try! Is it alright if I eat... um, you-know-what? Please?”
Ganyu, still reeling from the force of her orgasm, nods mutely. Again Varesa surprises her, dropping to her knees between Ganyu's trembling legs.
Oh. Ohh.
Ganyu's breath hitches into a squeak. She covers her face with both palms, too overcome to watch.
With a happy flick of her ears, Varesa buries her masked face into the crease of Ganyu's thighs, and begins lapping up every drop of come she can find. Her quick, hot tongue plunges fearlessly between the folds of Ganyu's cunt, licking her way deeper and deeper. Ganyu, oversensitive and struggling just to remain standing, can do little more than bite her fist to muffle her wailing. Her voice crests peak after peak despite her best efforts to remain unheard.
As her legs turn to jelly, Varesa merely grunts and repositions herself, shouldering Ganyu's thighs and supporting her full weight against the fence. Ganyu's horns clunk against the wood as her head reels back, sending a shock of sensation juddering through her very bones. She stiffens, yanking on one of Varesa's horns.
Varesa peeks out from between her legs to gaze questioningly at Ganyu. Her swollen lips and chin are shining slick with spittle.
“I'm alright, just... need a moment,” Ganyu wheezes in reassurance, her mind spinning. “Wh... How did you learn to do this so well... if this is your first...?”
Varesa giggles, blushing at praise from her senior. “Ahh, I've won a few eating competitions before... I thought if I pretended it was like slurping up a bowl of soup, or pudding without a spoon, maybe I could be of use... Is it really okay? Don't worry! I have a lot of stamina, so I can keep going! You taste nice, too, like tea leaves, or flower petals!”
Ganyu whines and averts her gaze. “Please stop talking,” she begs, wriggling her hips. “B, before I lose my nerve...”
“Okay. Here you go...” With an adoring smile, Varesa gently lowers Ganyu's small, trembling body to the ground, allowing her to sprawl out on her back and face the night sky. “Now let me take care of everything!”
Before the cold, dew-soaked grass against her nudity can make her shiver, Varesa's intense heat settles between her spread legs to keep her warm. Ganyu swallows back her apprehension and tries to stare up instead of forward. She must look awful right now. Her hair is a sweaty mess, Ganyu notes detachedly, and her horns are still pulsing with jumbled-up nerve signals. It's making her fingers and toes twitch with phantom jolts of anticipation.
She takes a deep, calming breath, and closes her eyes, making the conscious effort to relax her tensing body. Then Ganyu yelps, hips bucking reflexively, as Varesa's fingers and mouth descend upon her in tandem.
Varesa's boundless energy and sheer enthusiasm blow her away again, and again, and again - and all Ganyu can do is grab Varesa's horns and hang on for the ride.
“...Ahem.”
When Ganyu wakes, there is a disoriented moment where she thinks she could be back in Liyue. She yawns, unhurried by any sense of time passing. The sunlight is warm against her cheeks, the summer air is thick with humidity, and the grass tickling her nostrils smells sweet. It would hardly be the first time she's dozed off in a meadow after gathering flowers, after all. At her age, sometimes the urge to nap is irresistible. A sense of deep peace and relaxation infuses her limbs with a heaviness that makes her reluctant to stir.
Reality gradually trickles back to her senses, though. The bird songs are unfamiliar to her ear. The mountainous horizon she squints at through bleary eyes is shaped wrong, and...
And...
Ganyu is as naked as the day she was born.
She whispers a frantic prayer for forgiveness to Rex Lapis, her qilin ancestors, and the hallowed name of Liyue, as memories of last night's debauchery come flooding back to her. She tries to rise and search for her clothing, but a pair of strong arms pull her backward into a sleepy embrace she can't seem to resist. Ganyu whimpers, face heating with shame. This is such a vulnerable position to be discovered in.
Varesa's warm bulk is pressed against the curve of Ganyu's back, arms wrapped around her midsection, her drowsy mumbles somewhere near her ear.
“Five more minutes, Coach...”
“Ahem.”
Ganyu's horrified gaze fixes on the pair of unfamiliar spiked shoes tapping in impatience. She looks up to see a diminutive figure from the Collective of Plenty with her arms crossed, decked out in black and orange athletic gear, scowling down at the pair of them.
Varesa slowly peels herself away from Ganyu with a luxuriant, unconcerned yawn, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with her fists. She still has her mask tied on, although it's slightly askew, and her loose hair is disheveled in epic proportions.
“Coach Iansan! G'morning...”
“You're late for patrol. I thought I'd come pick you up if you overslept, but I didn't even make it to your house. Out in a field, Varesa? Really?”
Varesa giggles nervously, rubbing the back of her neck. “Don't tell my parents... pretty please?”
“If you can knock out a hundred laps around the fence before my patrol ends, I'll think about it,” Iansan barks. “Get moving!”
Varesa scrambles clumsily to her feet, tail waving in distress. Before she can bolt away, though, she leans over and presses a warm kiss to the crown of Ganyu's head. Ganyu reaches up to touch her hand, and Varesa squeezes her fingers in reassurance, a silent promise. Then she's off in a burst of pink and purple sparks, sprinting faster than Ganyu's ever seen a non-adeptus run.
Iansan turns her stormy gaze onto Ganyu. Ganyu shrinks down under scrutiny, hugging her arms over her bare chest to cover herself.
Before Ganyu's struggling brain can scrape together the words for a humble enough apology, though, Iansan's hardened expression melts into a friendly smile.
“Hey there, nice to meet you! Any girlfriend of Varesa is a friend of mine,” Iansan chirps, hand outstretched for a shake. “Pardon me for noticing, but your muscle tone is sublime, especially in your shoulders and back - do you do archery, by any chance? You can join us for a workout session, if there's a muscle group you'd like to focus on!”
Ever diplomatic, Ganyu blinks, then politely shakes Iansan's hand in return.
At least once she journeys home, Ganyu can truthfully report that the Natlan locals made her feel welcome, no matter her appearance.