31 Days

.Overstimulation.

Diluc Ragnvindr. 

That was the name of the man who cherished you more than life itself.

He spoiled you greatly, and not just with his presence. Each waking day, whenever he had the chance, Diluc would shower you with gifts. It started small, a simple flower or little bracelet. However, the owner of Dawn Winery decided that those little gifts of admiration were not enough to show his love to you in his eyes.

And today was no exception. 

You opened your eyes, slowly adjusting to the brightness of the morning sun. You yawned into your pillow, stretching out your body underneath soft sheets. The silk felt good against your bare skin, and you couldn't help but think of what a good investment Diluc made by buying them. 

You shifted your focus to Diluc, who was sleeping soundly next to you. Same as you, he was laying on his side.

Gazing at his sleeping figure, you couldn't help but think about how much younger and softer Diluc looked than the usual look of stoic thought he normally wore during his waking moments. The shifting light from outside was cast onto his high cheekbones and defined nose, making him appear like a statue made by the gods themselves. The epitome of what beauty should be. His red hair that you had ran your fingers through and tugged at last night still maintained its smooth and fluffy appearance. 

You pondered these thoughts as you reached out and ran your hands through his hair once more, pushing away some stray locks from his face. Gingerly tracing the features of his face, you rubbed your thumb against his lower lip and leaned forwards to kiss him softly. Wrapping your arm around Diluc's bare shoulder, you snuggled closer to him, breathing in the faint scent of cinnamon, sandalwood, and a campfire. 

To think that such a notion would wake him wouldn't be entirely incorrect. In response to the affection, Diluc hummed softly, wrapping a strong arm around your waist. "Good morning, my dove." Diluc drawled, his voice low and husky sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. You hummed, kissing his chest. "Morning, love." 

Diluc smiled, pulling you up to him and kissing you again. You chuckled, looking into his eyes.

And that's when you remember the events of last night. While sleep might have occupied those ruby eyes, something darker and hungry still resided there from last night's little escapade. As you were still pondering those delicious thoughts, Diluc kissed you once more. He bit gently at your lower lip, causing you to gasp and allowing him to slip his tongue inside your mouth, eagerly wishing to taste more and more of you. His hands wandered, trailing your sides and caressing your ass, then down to the soft curves of your thighs, kneading the supple flesh gently.

Diluc only pulled away from the kiss as soon as he was sure that you were left breathless. It was a rather enjoyable habit of his that worked every time he enacted it. As expected, you were left gasping for air, your heart pounding fast in your chest. And yet you wanted more, no, needed more. You wanted to taste him again. 

Diluc seemed to have the same idea, because he pulled you close to his chest, wrapping his hand around your waist. And then, he flipped himself up so he was looming over you, hands now next to your head. Leaning down, he whispered lowly into your ear, his breath as hot as the heat between your thighs and rising up in your cheeks. “Are you certain you wish to start the day off like this, my dove? Barbatos forbid you have to work today, lest you want people to see my… Handiwork, so to speak.”

“Yes, please.” You responded quickly, breathless as your eyes trailed down his body. 

Of all the times you have witnessed Diluc fight, you couldn’t quite wrap your head around how he could be able to wield a heavy weapon so easily. But after being more personal with him, you did now. Although scars littered his torso and arms, you could only focus on how defined they were. Strong arms and large hands that have picked you up more times than you can count, along with a well built chest… He truly is a statue made by the gods.

Diluc’s chuckle rouses you from your train of thought. “Well then,” He smirked, moving your legs up to your shoulders.

“Let’s get started.” 

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You don’t know how long you’ve been in the house. Or how many times Diluc made you cum with just his tongue and fingers. You lost track at 5, for your mind was too foggy to think.

“Diluc, please-- Please, I can’t take more…” You rasped, your voice hoarse from screaming and crying out from each and every prior orgasm. 

Diluc, however, didn’t stop. He merely chuckled, lapping up the juices that came from your many orgasms happily. He knew that deep down that you didn’t want him to stop, matter of fact, he knew for certain that you were enjoying this just as much as he was. He also knew that if you truly wished to stop, the safe word the two of you had discussed would be enough. 

“Oh, but we aren’t done yet, my little dove. After all, you said you were ready for this. I even went the extra mile to tell your boss that you wouldn’t be in today, so,” Diluc hummed, diving back into your folds with his tongue and rubbing your clit eagerly with his thumb, eliciting a whine from your lips. “You and I will be having plenty of fun today and tonight, my sweet little thing, so get ready.”

And with that final notion, he brought you to your tenth  orgasm of the day, sucking on your clit and swirling his tongue around it. To say that you were fucked would be an understatement. No, it seems that Diluc had a plan in place for you. For 31 days, this man decided he would make sure that each of them would be full of nothing but the sweetest of pleasures. 

It seems that you would be in for a long month.