Germinate!

The maddening woman tittered in his ear. “Are you here to play with me?”

The Traveler wheeled around, leading with his sword as the Fatui witch blinked out of range with a spark of violet Electro. His blade sliced through nothing as she appeared several yards away, twirling coquettishly with a mocking smile on her face.

He felt his frustration mount at that nasty expression. Bad enough that he couldn’t get close enough to strike, but this particular mage was flirting with him in a way that offended his straightforward sensibilities. Her words were suggestive even as her actions caused pain.

Her grin widened to show teeth. She was enjoying his discomfort.

She raised her lantern as he dashed forward, summoning another triad of flying Cicins. One flew straight at him, quicker than he could dodge it, and he grunted in pain as it struck him, disintegrating into a blast of Electro that halted his advance and disrupted the rhythm  of his intended strike.

“How boring,” the mage called, in a voice of mock disappointment. She shifted her weight and put a hand on her shapely hip, a smooth gesture that agitated him further. “Who can I find who might amuse me?”

He regarded her from a distance, her eyes hidden beneath a mask, her green hair cut close to her jaw and feathered out to the sides in a way that highlighted her cruel smile. She flustered him in a way he didn’t like, and his impulse to catch her and teach her a lesson was stronger than ever.

But how to get close? From here, there was only one thing he could do.

“Germinate!” he cried, as he thrust his sword towards the ground and called forth a Surgent Manifestation. As it struck, a lea lotus lamp grew from the ground and spewed Dendro spores into the space around them. The Cicin Mage was caught off-guard, her smile faltering as she was caught within the radius of the attack, saturating her in Dendro energy. With a growl, she raised her hand and summoned a thunderbolt, which struck the plant and the Traveler both.

The effect on the lamp was instantaneous. The Electro catalysed the reaction and Quickened it, increasing the rate at which green spores were tossed into the air. The space around the lamp became heavy with green energy as he breathed in the Quickened spores.

All at once, his body was filled with the energy of life: the desire to protect, and create more. In fact, he felt the need to create more urgently, manifested as an intense biological compulsion that overrode every other feeling that he had. He became intensely aware of the biological material that he held within himself, and where exactly it needed to go.

Eyes wide, he looked across the hazy field of green to the Cicin Mage. Even with her eyes hidden behind her mask, he could tell from the slack way she held her mouth open that she had been struck with the same urge as him.

“Germinate,” he breathed.

He dashed for her. She didn’t resist as he swept her off her shapely legs and down to the mossy ground. Her mocking smile was gone now. She moaned in need as she grasped his hair in her hands and pulled his face down towards hers. Her lips parted as she hungrily kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth to cement their union.

Her hands went straight for his belt. His cock was erect, ready, practically bursting with desire, and his hips wriggled, eager to thrust their precious life-bearing cargo into the waiting vessel. The owner of said vessel moaned as he tore open her uniform at the navel with his bare hands, his desire to consummate giving him a bonus to strength, and freed her sex from its prison of cloth.

His eyes followed with fascination the inviting thatch of her green pubic hair as she guided his manhood – now freed from its own prison – down towards, and then into, her cradle of life.

It slid in with laughably little resistance. Either she’d been enjoying their fight as much as she’d sounded like she had, or the Dendro pumping through her system had lubricated her in anticipation.

He shivered at the unfamiliar feeling of being inside her. She broke off the kiss and cried out at the top of her lungs:

“Catalyze with me, eavesdropper! Germinate me with your seed!”

Hearing her flirtatious voice so laden with naked desire, the Traveler couldn’t help himself. He ravished her, pushing himself in to his fullest extent and then withdrawing, only to attack her slick passage again and again, as fast as he could possibly go. She screamed unintelligibly as she moved to accommodate him, pulling her hips back and stretching her legs to the sky. She locked lips with him again, not out of affection, but out of a need to fulfil her biological purpose.

The heels of her boots settled on his ass cheeks as he fucked her rapidly. Despite the rapturous pleasure clouding his thoughts, he had no desire to extend the act of copulation. His goal, the new meaning of his life, was clear: to release his sperm into her waiting womb so she could bear his offspring. The Cicin Mage, maddened by desire, did all she could to milk him in order to reach the same goal.

Her lamp lay discarded on the grass, out of reach. Every few seconds it flashed out another pulse of Electro, Aggravating the plant further and encouraging it to spew out more spores. The man and woman on the grass breathed them in with ragged gasps as they fucked with reckless abandon.

The lea lotus lamp lasted a few seconds more before it burst out of existence, the Cicin lamp going quiet, too. But even without more Dendro being pumped into them, the two lovers had enough in their bodies for the compulsion to procreate to remain.

The hills of Sumeru echoed with the sound of their rampant lovemaking.

Finally, it was time. The Traveler’s body moved in spasm, and he thrust his hips forward for one more large, hungry lunge.

“Germinate!” the green-haired woman squealed in joy as he flooded her with his seed. She gave a loud cry of satisfaction and relief as she accepted his seed within herself, the action fulfilling her craving desire.

“Propagate,” he breathed, as the life force left him, and with it the compulsion to breed.

They lay there for a moment longer, Dendro energy leaking from their systems, their bodies sheathed in sweat and mingled with each other’s scent. It wasn’t more than a few seconds before their expressions of brainless rapture turned to confusion, and their frenzied breathing slowed as, together, they came to understand what had just happened.

As just as quickly as it had come, the compulsion left them totally. They both froze, locking eyes with each other. The Taveler had the horrifying realisation that he had his cock inside a Fatui mage, and from her expression she didn’t have a higher opinion of this fact. Unfortunately, the thought of what they’d both done had the unfortunate effect of causing it to twitch, which made them both squirm uncomfortably.

She was the first to speak. “Does this mean I’m...?”

The Traveler swallowed, the understanding clear. They went quiet for a while, his penis still inside her.

Eventually, he spoke, his voice hoarse.

“Marriage?”

The Cicin Mage sighed, laying back on the grass. He could feel himself growing again inside her – and clearly she could, too.

“Fine,” she said, accepting defeat. “We go again.”

And after he spilled his seed in her again, she moved into his Serenetea Pot and they lived happily ever after, propagating like bunnies.

The End.