First story to break the thread in! My friends and I do writing prompts of differing kinds, sometimes, and a lot of the stories I'm going to post are a result of those shenanigans! This is one of them!
Tighnari from Genshin Impact is missing his lovers and is taking care of the situation in a rather unconventional manner!
-Moss Surrounds-
[Tighnari/Sunsetter/Albedo]
NSFW Content warnings!: Dendrophilia! Knotting! Mention of blood!
Loneliness wasn't usually something Tighnari let get a hold of him. He had no issues filling his alone time with various activities, and treasured those moments when he had few interruptions to his work and studies. For reasons that were of little wonder, this had proven to ring less and less true, recently.
Those reasons had names.
And, those names had faces that he was dearly missing.
Fingers loosely intertwining in the tender, tendril-like, branches of the large willow tree he had set up camp under, he forcibly brought his original purpose for this trip into the forefront of his mind.
There was a dark, rosey, blush to the soft, plump, leaves of the tree that he had never before seen in that, particular, species. It grew in scarlet intensity as it lit up in the dying sunlight, and from where he was sitting, the canopy of delicately draped foliage reminded him of locks of hair.
Long, red, hair.
"Oh, I suppose I could say the golden aura of the setting sun looks like her eyes, too. Gods, I have things to do." He muttered, immediately annoyed with himself and his sickeningly poetic longings. The hardcover notebook propped open upon his lap was shuffled through with a distracted restlessness. Not one word, not one illustration, left any sort of impression.
Eyebrows narrowing almost comically, he stared at the freshly written passages of the day to a point where the questions he posed all blurred together in a confusing, unimportant, scramble of ink.
...What would Albedo think of this? What sort of unique, eye-opening, questions would he casually throw into the hypothetical conversations about his current research, here?
Tighnari could hear him talk, inside his head, then. His softly mumbling voice answering. Commenting. Chuckling.
Smiling that signature, mysterious, Albedo smile with those impossibly supple lips, of his.
Lips he could almost feel smoothing over his own.
Smacking his forehead, he let himself fall onto his back, the impact giving his exasperated sigh a bit of oomph.
The front of his pants were becoming awfully tight.
He was quickly becoming a nuisance to himself.
"Let's deal with this, then, I suppose. I'll be able to actually focus, after, anyway." Hands moving with a careful, purposeful, hurry, they hovered over the tented crotch of his pants for a split second [just enough time to question himself and then immediately say 'drat it'], hooked the waist of his pants and unders with his thumbs, and tugged them down his hips.
Both hands secured his manhood in their warm confines, one gently squeezing his testicles, the other grasping his cock at the base.
A few, slow, half-hearted, pumps left him taking uncertain pause.
There was a piece of this lascivious puzzle that was missing and Tighnari's lame attempt at using his own, manual, means, just wasn't cutting it. Frustration translated into whole-body shivers, nails clawing into bark and moss, and shallow, fitful, whines.
He needed to bury himself into something. His hips needed to be in frenzied motion. Pumping.
Feeling almost feverish, Tighnari's eyes took in everything they could see from where he was, his mind weighing pros of cons and potential satisfaction value in anything that even seemed remotely useable.
And, that's when the fox noticed a small, elongated, hollow in the thick base of a branch of the willow tree.
Moss, curly and brilliantly vermillion, bushed around it, creating an almost uncannily familiar picture. He wasn't sure whether to be annoyed or aroused, but his pure, yearning, instinct swiftly made that decision for him.
Up on wobbly legs, Tighnari drifted closer to the arboreal object of his desire.
A hand boldly reached out as soon as he was within distance, fingers running through and ruffling the mane of curly, red, foliage with a distinct fondness.
He felt unhinged.
What was he doing?!
A groan skipped and shuddered from a deep place in his throat as his waist pressed into the tree, near where the inviting hole was. It was done slowly and sensually, as if this was a perfectly normal ritual. The plethora of sensations that followed left him near breathless. Barely hanging onto any sanity or sense, Tighnari acted.
Giving his cock a few, good, pumps with his hand - a small bit of encouragement, in case it was just as confused by his peculiar urges as his poor brain was, he lined himself up with the hollow. The length of him rested upon the moss. It was cool, full of dew, and gave him a refreshing sort of tingle. Inside, it slid.
His pulsing, aching, erection was met with the most wonderful reception. The muscles in his thighs and buttocks twitched and jolted in little shocks of pleasure as he was completely sheathed in the hollow's warm, velvety, depths.
Laying his cheek against the moss, he panted, eyes bleary and unfocused. His mouth hung open to inaudibly garble Sunsetter's name [he could swear he heard her moan his in response] before pulling his hips back and slamming them in, once again.
It was as if his very soul shook.
The noises that came from his mouth were distinctly inhuman.
Hands grasped to hold steady when legs threatened to fail him.
There was no resistance from the depths of the tree to his reckless penetration.
That sealed it.
Tighnari took only a brief moment to gather himself, organize and shelf thoughts and feelings, before simply letting go.
With tightly gritted teeth, an arched tail, and nothing but the drive to breed, he braced against the tree and began roughly, greedily, riding the almost violent, instinctual, fit, out.
Thrust after thrust, the desperation compounded. Each, hard, sharp, meeting of flesh and bark solicited grunts, moans, and cries that bordered on animalistic and rode the fine line between pleasured and pained.
Jaw opening wide, his fangs sunk into moss and gripped. A spray of citrus-esque essence flooded his olfactory senses, causing him to wrench away, grimacing and drooling.
He attempted to pull away from the tree, completely, but it very suddenly dawned on him that that wasn't happening any time soon.
The base of his cock had been swelling without his notice and he had knotted the stupid, miserable, hollow.
In a bit of a defeat, Tighnari leaned his weight against the branch, eyes drooping. Catching his breath. Down below, he felt the rhythm of his ejaculating in strong pulses, dutifully filling his arboreal mate with his seed in a bid to impregnate that was grievously in vein.
It wasn't long before the fox's mind returned to him and his situation came into clearer focus. He smelled blood. Not much, but he was bleeding somewhere. The tiny sounds of scurrying insects inside the tree gave him a momentary hit of horror until he realized that he had just given them more reason to be uncomfortable than they were giving him. That strange, citrus, taste and scent the moss had assaulted him with had an even worse after taste. Very pitchy. Not recommended. He hoped it wasn't poisonous, but compared to the embarrassment he'd have to bare if someone somehow found out about this whole 'experience', another bite would gladly be taken.
Tighnari was left cold, hungry, scratched and nicked up and feeling so, so, empty by the time the knot eased enough to free him.
He opted to lose his pants, completely, and his shirt followed. A dip in the river was in order. The shame would never wash away, but he could at least rid himself of the sweat, blood, and semen he was painted in.
Painted.
There was Al's voice, again.
And, Sunni's endearingly explosive laughter in response.
Barefoot and naked, the fox picked his shaky way down the tree and hit the ground in a crouch.
The rain forest was his home. He had grown up, there. Made his life, there. Suddenly, even being surrounded by such familiar flora and fauna, knowing his ways between the trees and being comfortable within even the deepest of the forest's depths weren't enough to fill the hollow inside of himself.
Sometimes, 'home' could be names.
And, those names had faces he was dearly missing.
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End
