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The room was about as small as I expected, though even more drab than I thought it'd be. A dusty table, two chairs, and a barrel with a couple rusty weapons in a corner. There were no windows, the only light coming from an old candle we just lit, and the heavy air inside made it obvious it didn't see much use. Despite the showing of knights and guards patrolling the streets, Mondstadt City seemed a very safe town, so of course a room for sentinels by the main gate wasn't staffed on the regular.
Swan placed his boots on the table next to the rest of the gear he had already removed: his chest and shoulder plates, the vambraces, his sword belt and weapon. The man was quite young, probably in his mid twenties, and was surprisingly muscular underneath his clothes despite his lithe figure. His chiseled jawline and martial demeanor were at odds with his unkempt hairstyle only at first, just enough time to realize it wasn't really unkempt but a meticulously crafted look of unkemptness. He briefly side-eyed me through brown bangs before starting to work his way out of his riding pants.
Convincing a stickler for the rules like Swan to follow me to a more private place had been one of the easiest suggestions I had planted since coming to Teyvat. All I had to do was hypnotize him to believe there was an extra rule in his manual, one that gave other knights —including honorary knights such as myself— the right to perform surprise gear inspections.
He wouldn't remember any of this once I was done with him, of course. The arousal charm was going to make him forget pretty much everything that happened between its application until it left his body; he probably wouldn't even remember talking to me after all was said and done, and if he did, he'd probably think we just had a conversation.
Swan lightly hunched over the table as he put his pants there alongside the rest of his knight gear. He didn't quite straighten back up once he was done, probably in a desperate attempt to hide his huge erection, but he was doomed to fail; his cock pointed straight forward and made a huge tent in his loose linen underpants.
"At attention, soldier. And step back from the table." Swan flinched. I'm used to be be in control, and the knight clearly responded well to authority after however many years of training he had gone through. He took a step away from the table and stood at attention entirely by reflex, pushing his cock further forward into his underpants, pulling the tent taut. He kept his eyes level, staring into the wall behind the table, but the color on his fair cheeks made it clear he wasn't taking it as well as he was trying to project.
I stepped in between him and his gear and breathed in. The air was ripe with both his arousal and his shame. I could also smell the vague stuffiness of a well-washed crotch locked inside leather pants for hours. I licked my lips and turned my back to Swan, looking at the table. I could've had what I wanted any second, but coming up with these games and scenarios was only half the fun; the other half was actually playing them out, living and breathing the situations with all the smells and tastes and emotions that came with them.
I sighed and pretended to check his gear. I took a boot in my hands and turned it around; I checked the seams on his pants, then picked up a vambrace and closely examined it. As I did so, I switched to the Elemental Sight and took a peek inside Swan with my sixth sense without turning around. The man's white core of orgasmic energy pulsated along the same rhythm as the man's nervous heartbeat while a few streaks of teal shame lazily floated on its surface; Swan was sexually aroused and he was ashamed of it, but he was managing to keep it all under control. Not for long.
"Mr. Swan," I started without turning around, "I had taken you for a man who appreciated the importance of rules."
"S-Sir...?" The knight switched to a more reverential tone, and the dismay in his voice made me think it hadn't been a conscious choice. I didn't know the exact hierarchical structure of the Knights of Favonius, but I sure as hell wasn't his superior, and yet he started treating me as one.
I sighed, with affectation this time. "Recite the rule in question, Mr. Swan."
Swan cleared his throat and recited the made-up rule I had implanted in his mind a few minutes earlier. "Any member of the Knights of Favonious, including fellow knights and honorary knights, may perform surprise gear inspections. All gear must be removed or otherwise presented for examination for as long as deemed necessary." His voice was shaky at first but grew more and more sure as he went along, finding comfort in his beloved rulebook.
"Well, there you have it. All gear must be removed." I turned around and stared at him sternly. "All of it, soldier," I said as flicked my eyes down to his crotch. "You're still wearing some."
Swan paled, and even his forced arousal couldn't keep the color to his face. He looked at me incredulously for a moment, then swallowed while blinking a few times in rapid succession. He undid the knot at his waist and pushed his underpants down with trembling hands.
Swan's circumcised cock popped free of the linen and bobbed up and down with elastic force, and continued doing so as he bent over to step out of them one leg at a time. It was a mean-looking one, with a fat tip and bulky shaft supporting it; it was pretty long too, though it still managed to look balanced in its proportions. Its rugged beauty created an odd contrast with the man's pretty face and slim physique, as if it was a secret he was hiding from the world and only I got to see it. My own erection grew inside my pants and pushed against them. I let it swell; I didn't care if he noticed.
I took his underpants from him, examining them only in passing before chucking them on the table with the rest of his stuff. Swan fidgeted with his hands as he looked a bit down and to the side; the flush of embarrassment and excitement returned to his cheeks, and his erection gently throbbed together with his pulse; it had lost a bit of strength after her removed his underwear, but the arousal charm quickly brought it back to full.
"Salute, soldier!" My voice cracked the air like a whip, startling the knight like thunderclap in the unfurnished room. He fumbled for a moment before his training kicked in. His heels snapped together, feet perfectly parallel. His left arm bent behind his back while his right fist closed over his heart, only to then flick diagonally down to his side with an open palm along the plane of his body. His chin was high, his back straight, and his cock pushed out and forward; it throbbed harder now, the scare making his blood pump hard through his veins.
Swan held his salute as I took a slow walk around him, taking a good look at the now naked man. His ass and legs were as well-trained and toned as his upper body had been. While his proportions were far from perfect, he was still a very good-looking man.
His stance finally broke when I walked back to the front and nonchalantly palmed his shaft from underneath. The first, subconscious reaction was a pump of blood made his cock lightly swell in my fingers, followed by his hands brought before him as he tried to step back. I put him in his place before he could speak.
"Did I say at ease, soldier?" There was no ire to my tone, only the sharp edge of authority, but I did say it loud enough to drive the point home. Swan flinched, his cock throbbing desperately in my hand once he resumed the salute with his hands well away from mine. "All gear must be removed or otherwise presented for examination for as long as necessary," I repeated to him as I gave it a few slow strokes, my mouth suddenly salivating. "This is also part of your gear. This is still part of the inspection, so suck it up, soldier." Then, after a moment, "Are we clear?"
"Yes, sir!" There was almost no hesitation in his answer. Swan had put on the comfortable mantle of the good soldier, taking refuge behind it in the highly uncomfortable situation. After all, who could blame him for merely following orders and rules? And that included himself. I extended my presence and gave him another dose of the invisible particles of the charm, nudging him in the right direction by giving his arousal a boost, and took my time thoroughly examining his cock. I gently squeezed the shaft, caressed the flat of the tip and traced around the ridge; gave it a couple of firm strokes while cupping his balls. Swan trembled a bit from time to time and grunted on a couple of occasions during the most daring touches, but otherwise held his salute just fine.
I swallowed when I watched a bead of precum form at the tip, its scent joining the nervous and excited musk of Swan's sweat. There was no point in postponing it any further, he was as ready as I was, maybe even more so. I held his cock in my palm from underneath like I did when I first touched it, then gave it a long uncertain look. There was a shade of expectancy to his pulse as it throbbed in my hand now, one he couldn't possibly hide for me.
"Mr. Swan," I started pensively, my inflection leaving him room to interject.
"Sir?" His word came after a hurried swallow. He wasn't winded, but something about his breathing was troubled.
"This may need a deeper inspection after all," I said, then paused and looked up in his eyes. "Will that be a problem?" I accompanied the question with a gentle but firm squeeze of the shaft. I felt it push up against my fingertips as his muscles clenched, squeezing that bead of precum out into a viscous string that stretched down. His nostrils flared as he breathed in while his eyes remained locked forward.
"No sir." His salute wavered but held.
"Good man." I squeezed the swollen tip with my other hand and playfully twisted it, making his knees quiver. "This is a test of endurance, Mr. Swan. I hope you won't disappoint."
"I'll do my best, sir."
"Oh, I'm sure you will." I stretched my neck by rotating my head before slowly dropping to my knees. Not that it'll help you much.
Swan nearly yelped when I took the tip of his cock in my mouth. I held it there for a moment, suckling it gently to get acquainted with the texture and taste. It throbbed between my lips, the shock and pleasure depositing a little squirt of precum on my tongue; the taste instantly brought back memories of the thousands I had sucked before. Fuck, I missed this.
While I personally favored the female form, there was something that always fascinated me about male genitalia, and that translated directly into the pleasure I could get from them. Not just the physical one, though of course that existed too; riding a good cock could be as satisfying as using my own. No, I'm talking about the mental pleasure of satisfying one, of coaxing every ounce of pleasure out one stroke at a time, one lick, one suck, until it all exploded in a glorious conflagration of juices and pleasures and orgasmic energy. I cursed myself for getting so obsessed over research and the trappings of Teyvat... I ended up letting more than a month after reaching Monstadt City pass before getting a taste of local sausage.
I pushed my tongue forward and pulled Swan's cock deeper in my mouth, one hand on his thigh for support and the other still on his shaft. I flattened my tongue on the underside, wrapping it around it as I pulled out and sucked. Another gush of precum spurted in my mouth by the third repetition. His breathing was already getting ragged, but I had missed the taste so much that I was having trouble holding back... I didn't even know how hard I was working him, but it had to be pretty damn hard.
The spit in my mouth mixed with Swan's precum, making penetration nearly frictionless and every breath through my nose intoxicating. When I felt the spongy head tap against the back of my mouth, I realized I was taking it deeper and deeper. I focused my eyes and looked down. My upper lip followed the curve bulky shaft, stretched but not thinned by the girth. A couple more inches separated them from the man's hairy crotch. Let's see if I still got it.
I pulled out slowly, letting my lips slide past the ridge of the glans, then close together as the tip slipped out. For a moment it was like I was kissing it. I took a deep breath and slid it back inside my mouth, slowly, stretching my tongue out as I went. I lowered my shoulders a fraction and angled my face upwards. I could feel his quickening pulse against my palm on his thighs as well as against my cheeks as his cock pumped.
I was able to see Swan's face by the time his tip reached the back of my throat once more, where I rested for a moment. He was no longer looking forward, but staring right at me instead. It was hard to tell what he was thinking exactly, but his eyes were wide open and looked almost crazed; his pale complexion was flush with color, and his jaw was set. The man was clearly loving it, which made something warm spread inside me. Wait till you get a taste of this. I smiled as much a cock in my mouth allowed, and started slowly pushing my head forward again as I kept staring at him.
The pressure felt uncomfortable for a moment, the large tip of Swan's cock squashed against the back of my throat. Another fractional drop of my shoulders, a flick of my head upwards, and the pressure suddenly seemed to relent but really only changed places. Controlling all reflexes came as easy as breathing. My lips inched forward along his shaft and toward the base of his cock. The momentary wince of discomfort on his face at the initial pressure was quickly gone and replaced by shock first and the rush of pleasure right after, both leaving his mouth open.
Yup, still got it. Swan's wasn't the biggest I could take, not even close actually, but it was still big enough to reach down my throat and comfortably hold it squeezed open. My lips curled up against the curve of his crotch and down toward his sack. His pubes tickled my nose and the tip of my tongue, pushed down and out underneath the shaft. I squeezed my throat a couple of times, feeling his cock's throbs with every inch of my mouth.
Swan was too still and quiet though. There was no way he wasn't enjoying it considering the look of a man possessed he gave me. I turned my gaze back up at him just in time to see him close his eyes and throw his head back. A moment later I felt him shudder, then the underside of his cock swelled in a quick rhythm, pushing my tongue down. The glans swelled as well, and each pump desperately gushed a rope of hot semen halfway down my throat. Oh, you've got to be kidding me. The son of a bitch was already cumming.
I hurriedly switched to my Elemental Vision and gathered the teal-stained tendrils of orgasmic energy shooting from his core. I started pulling my head back as the first tentacles attached to my reserves, and the sweet taste of the man's shame and corruption spread in my mouth just as the head of his cock popped back inside it, and together with it, a few generous spurts of the man's thick and vaguely tart semen.
Unfortunately, Swan was already pretty much done by the time I pulled his cock free of my throat. The amount of semen left on my tongue could be barely called a mouthful; more like a morsel, a sample. I sucked half of his shaft while pumping the other with my hand, draining all that was left in it as the overworked member throbbed in my grasp. I finally pulled it out and rolled Swan's semen around my mouth a few times with my eyes closed, enjoying the variable texture and the pungent smell that filled my lungs every time I breathed in through my nose. After a few seconds, I finally swallowed with a sigh and consigned it with the rest of his load down my throat and in my stomach.
Fuck, I REALLY missed this. Pushing a man to orgasm like that, feeling his cock swell helplessly in my throat as it spilled its load because I made it happen, I forced him to let go, I turned him into a quivering mess... And Swan had to ruin it by robbing me of my first real taste of semen since crash-landing in Teyvat. I felt the tendrils dislodge as the man's orgasm finally ended, and it would be the last harvest for several days... Under normal circumstances. Attempting harvests in too close a proximity only wasted the energy, but I didn't care. I wanted more.
"That was a terrible performance, Mr. Swan," I said as I stood up and invested the knight with the full extent of my arousal charm. I could see the effect in real time on his body: his pupils growing larger, a sudden relaxation taking over certain muscles of his face, but most importantly, his waning erection regaining its full size and stiffness in a few quick seconds. "I'm sure you understand why we have to continue the inspection. I hope you won't disappoint me again."
Swan was too overwhelmed by the recent orgasm and what he felt to answer right away and simply nodded. After a few more seconds, remembering his place, he straightened up as much as he could, his erection once more jutting forward and up; he assumed the salute pose once more, but his right arm trembled now. He raised his head and pushed his chin out.
"I won't, sir...!"