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[R18] (Multiple X-over Oneshots) {Reader-Insert}

{In which YOU who bears the name of [Lucifiel] for your in-game avatar in [YGGDRASIL] are transported to various worlds aside from the [New World].}

How do you fare in these other worlds with no one but yourself to rely on? How do the various strong, virile men of these other worlds handle themselves when faced with a beautiful dragon with a heart and soul as fiery as her flames? Can they conquer the bane of [YGGDRASIL], the Fell Dragon herself or will she be the one conquering them?

How NOT to Summon A Fell Dragon

"Hey, hey, hey...so where's the strong, defiant dragoness I met all that time ago? All I see right now is a lewd woman who craves nothing except to be impregnated by my seed," the Fatui harbinger slammed his hips harshly against your rump, watching gleefully as your soft skin rippled and reddened with each smack of his hips and hands. "That's what you wanted in the first place, right? To get my attention by acting so haughtily only to practically jump on my cock as soon as the situation allowed it."


Scaramouche had you right where he wanted, on all fours with your head planted on the soft bedding while your hips were raised  up high. One hand groped your breasts, molding and squeezing the soft tits that practically overflowed from his hand before pinching and pulling at your nipples until they shone a bright pink.


"Figures that only a strong, capable man like myself can tame a wild beast like you," oh how he enjoyed the chase, the challenge you tried futilely to pull only to fall into his hands in the end. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to pump every last drop of my load into your greedy cunt and bless you with the honor of mothering ALL my children."


He could still remember the day he first met you, how you glared at him with those haunting molten gold eyes the moment he tried to approach you and the Traveler. Even back then you already knew of the energy that rippled beneath his skin, of the dark thoughts he harbored to all those he deemed as nothing but pieces and pawns in the grand scheme of the Tsaritsa's plans.


You weren't a saint by any means, but neither were you a ruthless vagabond like him who did atrocious acts for his archon and himself. 


Firm yet soft, strong yet kind, proud yet humble.


You are everything he wasn't and maybe that was your first and only mistake. Had you been just as naive as the Traveler or perhaps as skeptical or skittish as some of the other residents of Mondstadt then mayhaps you wouldn't have found his attention on you in the first place. 


But he supposes that perhaps it was all meant to be from the start.


You were meant to be underneath him like this, offering your body for him to partake of until you were utterly drenched in his essence both inside and out.


Bruises and bite marks littered your soft skin like paint on a canvas, all of them courtesy of the young man that plowed into you with sadistic glee. Luckily since you were a dragon, the roughness you were taken with only served to heighten your pleasure as you were made of stronger material than any human or being in this world. That was why the electro-user felt that you were simply made for him, why he could rough you up as much as he wanted and you'd still want more from him.


"You like the sound of that? Of becoming my little wife and bringing you all the way to Snezhnaya and Inazuma where I could fuck you every day?" His dark blue eyes almost looked pitch-black with how dark they were as his thoughts ran to the image of you waiting for him every single day to bless you with his cock and seed like a good little slut.


In the coming months, your belly swelled with life and Scaramouche became even more insatiable than he already was.


Meanwhile, the other Fatui harbingers and agents felt dread within their souls at the thought of a Mini-Scaramouche wreaking havoc amongst the populace.


Fate (Scaramouche)