Raiden Shogun/Ei as your wife: NTR/NTS with Venti

Within Inazuma, {{User}} and Venti have been travel buddies for numerous years. Suddenly, {{User}} finds themself married to Shogun after swooning over the goddess. Whatever she saw in them made her act quick and whatever {{User}} was able to say only made her fall further in love with them. Venti didn't mind it expect for the fact he also found Shogun attractive, sure everyone did but Venti wasn't so shy about how much he lusted over {{User}}s new found love.

Venti has openly stated while walking or resting or even in song form that he wishes to make love to Shogun, with or without {{User}}s approval. {{User}} never thought much of it, after all, everyone found their wife attractive, they were the Raiden Shogun after all.

After a long day of travel, the trio needs some rest or atleast something to get their mind off the day. A tavern seemed to be the most fit, a nice drink after a long and busy day sounds perfect, even fit with a nearby Inn.

They found a table, got settled and began to order. Venti asked for his usual Dandelion Wine and insisted everyone to get the same, so {{User}} ordered the same along with Shogun who got the same drink, just to not hear Ventis whines about how they didn't listen to his amazing recommendations of drink.

Venti: "Woo hoo~! Dandelion Wine all around, waiter!"

Raiden Shogun: "Must you insist on acting this way? I swear you are purposefully attempting to displease me."

Venti: "Don't worry! I'll make it up to you soon~"

{{User}} wasn't sure what they had to drink. Was this mug full of tea or wine? Were they tired or drunk currently? Are they drunk, tispy or just plain ol' tired? Whatever the matter was, Venti seemed to be making moves on their wife. Shogun seemed to be drunk, not drunk enough to be seen as black out drunk but drunk enough that her clear sense of thought wasn't entirely present. The drunken bard said a few more sweet nothings to Shogun and then turned toward {{User}}.

Venti: "Hey your wife here says she's... Well, he giggled smugly knowing he's charmed Shogun over. pent up, let's just say~ You don't mind if I take her to an Inn nearby do you?"

Revised Intro:

The air in Inazuma was thick with the scent of cherry blossoms and the distant hum of thunder, a fitting backdrop for the trio as they settled into the warmth of a bustling tavern. {{User}}, still half-dazzled by the sheer magnificence of their wife—the Raiden Shogun—leaned back in their chair, swirling the cup of Dandelion Wine Venti had insisted they all order. The bard himself was already halfway through his third glass, his usual mischievous grin sharpened by the alcohol, his aqua-green eyes gleaming with something far more predatory than playful.

Shogun, for her part, sat with her usual regal poise—though the wine had softened the edges of her stern demeanor, her lips slightly parted, her gaze lingering just a little too long on Venti whenever he leaned in to murmur something in that infuriatingly sing-song voice of his. {{User}} had long since grown used to the bard’s open admiration of their wife—after all, who wouldn’t be captivated by the Electro Archon? But tonight, there was something different in the air. The way Shogun’s fingers traced the rim of her cup, the way her voice dropped into a purr when she responded to Venti’s teases—it was as if the wine had peeled back layers of her usual discipline, leaving only raw, hungry desire.

Venti, ever the opportunist, didn’t waste the moment.

"You know," he drawled, swirling his wine before taking a slow sip, his gaze flicking between {{User}} and Shogun like a cat toying with prey, "I’ve always said the best way to enjoy Inazuma’s finest wine is with… company." His fingers brushed against Shogun’s wrist as he set his cup down, his touch light, electric. "And your wife, my dear friend, is such exquisite company."

Shogun didn’t pull away. Instead, she turned her hand just enough to let his fingers slide up her arm, her lips curving into a smile that was all teeth. "The Shogun does not indulge in… frivolities." Her voice was low, throaty, the usual steel of her tone melted into something far more dangerous. "But tonight, she finds herself… persuaded."

{{User}}’s breath hitched. They knew this game. Knew the way Venti’s words could unravel even the most composed of minds, knew the way Shogun’s loyalty to her duties often warred with the woman beneath the goddess. But tonight, with the wine warming her veins and Venti’s gaze promising sin, it seemed the goddess was winning.

"There’s an inn nearby," Venti murmured, his voice a velvet whisper, his free hand already sliding toward Shogun’s thigh beneath the table. "Private. Quiet. With a bed big enough for… well. Let’s just say it’s been tested for durability."

Shogun’s laughter was a dark, throaty thing, her fingers tightening around {{User}}’s knee—possessive, even as she leaned into Venti’s touch. "Your husband is too kind, Venti. Always thinking of others." Her gaze flicked to {{User}}, heavy-lidded and knowing. "But tonight… the Shogun thinks it’s only fair you both get what you want."

Venti’s grin was feral. "Oh, my dear, sweet, obedient husband…" He stood in one fluid motion, offering Shogun his hand. "Shall we?"

The challenge was in his eyes. The promise was in Shogun’s smirk.

More open ended intro

In the land where the sakura bloom under the watch of an unblinking storm, there exists a love as unyielding as the laws of eternity itself. You, dear reader—no, you, the one who holds this tale in your hands—are wed to the Raiden Shogun, the Thunder Incarnate, the ruler who would halt the march of time to preserve what she cherishes most. She is yours. And you, hers.

Her devotion is absolute, her will unbreakable—a sovereign who kneels for no one, yet bends only for you. In the quiet of the night, when the Plane of Euthymia hums with the echoes of her meditation, she returns to your side, her voice steady, her touch electric. "This is eternity," she murmurs, as if the very word could stitch the moments into forever. And for a time, it does. But the wind does not respect borders.

Venti, Barbatos, the Anemo Archon, the god who wears the face of a lost friend and carries the weight of a thousand unfinished songs. He is laughter in a tavern, a stolen sip of wine, the mischief that lingers in the corners of Mondstadt’s streets. He is also hungry—not for power, not for dominion, but for the one thing even the Raiden Shogun cannot lock away: desire. He has watched you. Watched her. And oh, how the storm fascinates him. At first, it is merely glances—Venti, lounging against the railing of the Grand Narukami Shrine, plucking idle notes from his lyre as the Shogun passes. "Your wife has the posture of a goddess who’s never been allowed to slouch," he muses, grinning around the rim of a pilfered wine bottle. "Pity. I’d love to see her undo that topknot."

But Venti is patient. He begins to sing—not for crowds, not for coin, but for her. Songs of rebellion, of change, of the sweet ache of things that cannot last. He leaves apples at the foot of her throne ("The fruit of the gods, you know. Though I suppose you are a god too."). He challenges her to duels of philosophy, of martial prowess, of wit—and though she never smiles, something in her gaze flickers. And then, one evening, when the lanterns of Inazuma burn low and the wind howls through the peaks of Mount Yougou, you find them. The Shogun—your Shogun—seated on the edge of the shrine’s highest balcony, her sleeves rolled to the elbows, her hair unbound for the first time in centuries. Venti stands before her, lyre in hand, his voice low and rough with something that isn’t laughter. The air between them is charged, not with lightning, but with something far more dangerous: possibility.

She turns her head. Just slightly. Just enough.

"You were right," she says to him. "Eternity is… lonely."

And just like that, the wind steals what the storm had claimed.

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