Chapter 2 - The night before Sneznhaya

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You woke up with a groan, your head hurt and it felt a little uncomfortable to wake up somewhere so comfortable. Usually you slept sitting up and some nights you didn't sleep at all.

"Oh, you're awake!" Childe said, smiling at you.

"Thank you so much for letting me rest," you thanked him, sitting up.

You got to your feet, stumbling over to Childe.

"I see your legs are sore." He said, putting his arm under yours.

"Do you want to go for a walk? It might help your legs feel better." He suggested. You nodded, it sounded like a great idea.

Childe lead you out to the front. Greeting everyone on the way out.

The fresh air hit your face, making you feel a bit better. You followed Childe out, holding onto his shirt so you didn't fall over.

Childe lead you around to city, letting you get used to using your legs.

"Would you like to get breakfast?" Childe asked.

"Well I would like to but I don't have any mora," you sighed.

Childe laughed.

"I'll pay, but you're gonna have to pay me back later." He lead you towards a restaurant.

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After you ate you breakfast, Childe lead you around the city for a couple of hours.

You checked out the boats and talked about fish for a bit. By the end of the day you were both exhausted.

Your legs felt a lot better than before and you could limp back to the bank without falling.

Childe lead you back to your room, allowing you to rest. But again, you wouldn't let him leave.

"If you don't want me to leave, let's drink." Childe said. He headed over to the cabinets, pulling out a bottle of wine.

You sat down at a table, watching as Childe placed down the wine glasses.

You allowed Childe to pour you a glass, and then took a big sip of wine.

"So what happened with the treasure hoarders? How did you get into that situation?" Childe asked.

You took another sip of wine and then sighed.

"Well I got into an argument with my parents and told them I was leaving, I went for a walk and then woke up in a cage." You took another sip of wine, recalling the events.

"It was scary they made me do things I wasn't comfortable with and well it went on for a couple of months until you showed up, thank you for that." You smiled, finishing your glass.

Childe poured you another glass.

"That's horrible, I'm glad I got there when I did then." Childe said, taking a sip of his wine.

You nodded, drinking more wine.

After finishing a bottle and a half you were completely drunk. Childe had only drank half of what you had.

"You there sir, you're really really hot." You smiled, looking at him.

Childe laughed.

"You know what, I want to have sex with you." You said, looking at him with a pleading gaze.

"I cant do that, you're drunk." Childe said.

Within moments you were sitting on his lap.

"Please!" You whined, trying to grind yourself on his leg.

"Please Y/N, I may be a bad person, but I will never rape someone." Childe said, giving you a stern gaze.

You ignored him, continuing to grind yourself on his leg.

"Well, I guess I can let you please yourself on my leg, if you're getting yourself off, I won't get into trouble.." Childe mumbled, then sighed.

"Fine Y/N, get off on my leg." Childe sat back in his chair, you let out a pleased moan, quickly rubbing yourself on his leg.

After a couple moments, Childe started to bounce his leg so you could get off easier.

"Mmmm~" you moaned. At this point you were basically humping his leg.

You ground yourself down into his leg, his leg bouncing allowing you to reach your orgasm.

You leaned forwards, moaning into Childes neck as your orgasm ripped through you.

"Ah.. ha.. thank you.. Childe," you gasped. Your head felt completely hazy, allowing you to completely knock out.

Childe sighed.

"Dammit Y/N, you owe me for this." He picked you up, carefully taking you over to your bed. Gently, he placed you down on the mattress.

Childe needed to head into another room to take care of the boner he had received.

"You really, really owe me." Childe grumbled.

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