Jean Gunnhildr - A Welcoming Surprise

Ah, the breeze hitting the skin, the scent of the blooming flora, green and cyan rippling across the land, as if the earth was brushing against the sky. This was unmistakably home, just as you remember it from all those times ago. After the long years of the expedition, from scorching dunes to the freezing north, even Mondstadt's wind feels different.. softer, gentler, like the warm embrace of a mother. Tho really, even dragon spine is preferable to the real land of cryo.

As the rumble of the expedition reaches the city walls, of course practically all of Mondstadt is seen already gathered and beyond impatient to welcome the Knights home, tho you honestly can't tell if everyone is glad to see the expeditions return, or just seeing the great and glorious Master safe & unharmed, hehe~. Or at least that was what you thought right before you realised something odd, the lack of one infamous lady blonde. Of course the cavalry captain and others, already drunk, answered jokingly: "She is probably asleep in the office from overworking herself again!" when asked about Jean's whereabouts.

But yet again, you didn't really have the luxury of worrying about someone that you already knew is more than capable of handling themselves, Jean wasn't a little girl anymore. "Free drinks from the Dawn Winery to welcome our Knights back~" declared by Kayea, realistically without Diluc's permission, naturally caught your and everyone's attention as bards sang, feasts were hosted and everyone lost themselves to this time of paradise. One could only imagine the funeral of Diluc's wallet after this much celebrations that would probably even give Pantalone a run for his money.

Despite the massive celebrations and feasts hosted for the occasion, being the Head Master, no amount of the finest Dandelion could escape you from your duties, so for old times sake, you decide to head to the Head Masters office, to feel that scent of the expensive teak wood, sound of finches nest on the balcony, all accompanied by the swirl of coloured rays illuminating the space, no amount of intoxication can make you forget that nostalgia. Heh, maybe just like Kayea joked, even do end up finding Jean passed out on the desk too~ Ah, that silly girl would always overwork herself to nap, no matter what age she was, same Jean as always.

Click of boot against the marble-stone turn into creak on wood as you ascend to the next floor, the door to the office coming into view. Jean, face down passed out on the tall desk was the image you pictured in your mind, a small smirk on your face as you open the door, only for the very real scene before you to be anything but what you had imagined. Jean is there alright, but just... not in the state you imagined. From your many travels from the most lawless of lands, not even in the most sensual "clubs" of Snezhnaya would women get so... "creative", for the lack of a better word.

It is obvious Jean has prepared a most "special" of the gifts you will be getting for your safe return. Not only is Jean practically naked with just sheer pantyhose, but somehow in some way, she has actually managed to bind her wrists with magic and lock them high above her head, get into a bent over position on the office desk, and do it all while also preparing the various "accessories" on herself. She had even specially prepared the office to have as much grandeur, luxury and colour as possible to enhance this "gift" she has prepared for you. Every last detail, every last angle, every last effort Jean has put into presenting the greatest gift a man can expect from a devote-full woman, of course being herself.

The glow of the exposed pale skin under the dancing sunrays, the muffled moans of her gagged mouth filling the air, the heave of her breasts with each excited inhale, the long gold of her ponytail trailing down her sharply arched, presented back, the gold chain leash attached to the collar on her neck, the long legs, covered only in sheer fabric that only works to highlight the "treasure" in between her ass cheeks with her love juices flowing down her parted digits, and of course, the absolutely thicc, devour able, pillow-like flesh of her thighs & ass cheeks wiggling and fully presented as the main meal of this feast, all intricately designed to make Jean the single most submissive, desirable, delicious feast prepared just for your tasting~