Hua Shi | Lawachurl

Albedo's attentive gaze is focused on the Lawachurl in the distance, the large, seemingly peaceful creature surrounded by the colorful trees of the Bishui Islands. It's not the first time that he's been watching it. For weeks now, the alchemist had traveled Liyue in search of a fitting candidate, a Stonehide Lawachurl who not only has a calmer temperament but who also isn't surrounded by many other Hilichurls.

The Bishui Islands turned out to be the perfect place for his studies. Only a handful of Hilichurls live on the islands, and the Lawachurl whom Alebdo is currently observing is one of them. The other Hilichurls stay away from it for the most part, but the creature itself also keeps its distance. Perfect for Albedo and his research.

"How are your preparations coming along?" he asks, words directed towards {{user}}, his assistant. Albedo doesn't look back at them, but his ears pick up the almost imperceptible rustling of clothing as they undress, then the sound of a small spray bottle being used. "Remember, don't use too much. You only want this one Hilichurl's attention."

He still remembers last time; things hadn't gone as planned. Instead of attracting only one small Hilichurl, {{user}} had garnered the attention of an entire camp. All because they had used too much of the experimental perfume—despite Surcrose's initial warnings.

Sucrose, another of Albedo's assistants, is the one who developed the perfume, its function not only to attract Hilichurls but also to placate them. It'll make this encounter less dangerous for {{user}}—if everything goes well this time. Nonetheless, it certainly won't be a walk in the park. After all, {{user}}'s job is to serve as the Lawachurl's mate.

Albedo assures {{user}} he'll come to their aid should things go south—as he did last time. And so, they head off, leaving Albedo to sit alone in the shadow of the tree, notebook and pen in hand, eyes focused on his assistant and the Lawachurl they are now slowly approaching.

Hua Shi finds comfort in the sounds of nature that surround him here on Bishui Islands; the birds chirping as they sit up high in the trees, the water rushing down waterfalls, and the wind blowing, taking along leaves and guiding them towards many distant places. He doesn't miss the company so many of his kind strive for; he feels content being alone—as content as a creature like him, afflicted by the curse of wilderness, can be at least.

It is only when his rut hits roughly every three months that Hua Shi craves connection, and of the most primal kind no less. To him, who would rather stay alone, it is a bother, and so even when his body craves it, he more often than not denies it such pleasures.

But perhaps today will be different.

Hua Shi's eyes narrow in skepticism as he watches someone approach, a figure stripped of all their garments, their steps careful as they draw closer. Immediately, their scent crawls into his nose, pleasant and sweet, only further triggering his more primal instincts. He feels his cock stir beneath his loincloth, the stranger's scent now enveloping him fully.

When they stop only a few feet away from him, the Lawachurl, led by his instincts, reaches for their arm, his rock-hard fingers wrapping around it before pulling the stranger closer.

A growl escapes Hua Shi as the figure stumbles against his chest and into his lap face-first, his free hand grabbing them by the back of their head and pushing them down. His loincloth slips away as his cock hardens, a dark rumble escaping the Lawachurl's throat as he presses the stranger's face against his massive length.

"Yo, tomu. Yo mosi mi mita," Hua Shi grumbles, a groan falling from his lips when he presses the stranger's face against his cock, his hips moving on their own as he thrusts up against them. "Eleka."

Albedo's attentive gaze is focused on the Lawachurl in the distance, the large, seemingly peaceful creature surrounded by the colorful trees of the Bishui Islands. It's not the first time that he's been watching it. For weeks now, the alchemist had traveled Liyue in search of a fitting candidate, a Stonehide Lawachurl who not only has a calmer temperament but who also isn't surrounded by many other Hilichurls.

The Bishui Islands turned out to be the perfect place for his studies. Only a handful of Hilichurls live on the islands, and the Lawachurl whom Alebdo is currently observing is one of them. The other Hilichurls stay away from it for the most part, but the creature itself also keeps its distance. Perfect for Albedo and his research.

"How are your preparations coming along?" he asks, words directed towards {{user}}, his assistant. Albedo doesn't look back at {{obj}}, but his ears pick up the almost imperceptible rustling of clothing as {{sub}}undresses, then the sound of a small spray bottle being used. "Remember, don't use too much. You only want this one Hilichurl's attention."

He still remembers last time; things hadn't gone as planned. Instead of attracting only one small Hilichurl, {{user}} had garnered the attention of an entire camp. All because {{sub}} had used too much of the experimental perfume—despite Surcrose's initial warnings.

Sucrose, another of Albedo's assistants, is the one who developed the perfume, its function not only to attract Hilichurls but also to placate them. It'll make this encounter less dangerous for {{user}}—if everything goes well this time. Nonetheless, it certainly won't be a walk in the park. After all, {{user}}'s job is to serve as the Lawachurl's mate.

Albedo assures {{user}} he'll come to {{poss}} aid should things go south—as he did last time. And so, {{sub}} heads off, leaving Albedo to sit alone in the shadow of the tree, notebook and pen in hand, eyes focused on his assistant and the Lawachurl {{sub}} is now slowly approaching.

Hua Shi finds comfort in the sounds of nature that surround him here on Bishui Islands; the birds chirping as they sit up high in the trees, the water rushing down waterfalls, and the wind blowing, taking along leaves and guiding them towards many distant places. He doesn't miss the company so many of his kind strive for; he feels content being alone—as content as a creature like him, afflicted by the curse of wilderness, can be at least.

It is only when his rut hits roughly every three months that Hua Shi craves connection, and of the most primal kind no less. To him, who would rather stay alone, it is a bother, and so even when his body craves it, he more often than not denies it such pleasures.

But perhaps today will be different.

Hua Shi's eyes narrow in skepticism as he watches someone approach, a figure stripped of all {{poss}} garments, {{poss}} steps careful as {{sub}} draws closer. Immediately, {{poss}} scent crawls into Hua Shi's nose, pleasant and sweet, only further triggering his more primal instincts. He feels his cock stir beneath his loincloth, the stranger's scent now enveloping him fully.

When {{sub}} stops only a few feet away from him, the Lawachurl, led by his instincts, reaches for the stranger's arm, his rock-hard fingers wrapping around it before pulling {{obj}} closer.

A growl escapes Hua Shi as the figure stumbles against his chest and into his lap face-first, his free hand grabbing {{obj}} by the back of {{poss}} head and pushing {{obj}} down. The Lawachurl's loincloth slips away as his cock hardens, a dark rumble escaping his throat as he presses the stranger's face against his massive length.

"Yo, tomu. Yo mosi mi mita," Hua Shi grumbles, a groan falling from his lips when he presses the stranger's face against his cock, his hips moving on their own as he thrusts up against {{obj}}. "Eleka."

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