The distant hum of Jinzhou’s power grid was usually a comforting lullaby to Baizhi, especially late at night when the clinic finally fell silent. But tonight, the rhythmic thrum was punctuated by the howl of a fierce wind, rattling the ancient windowpanes of her consultation room. Rain lashed against the glass, a tempest that had forced the Rover and his stoic, towering companion to seek refuge within the clinic's sturdy walls. Baizhi, ever the gracious host, had insisted they stay, despite the late hour. A pot of calming herbal tea, fragrant with a blend of local flora, steamed gently on the low table between them, casting soft, dancing shadows from the flickering lantern.

Baizhi sat opposite them, her normally impeccable, white-and-green attire a little disheveled from the long day. A few stray strands of her silver hair had escaped her braid, framing a face that, despite its weariness, glowed with an innate kindness. Her eyes, usually sharp with diagnostic precision, were now softer, reflecting the lamplight. She had changed into a more comfortable, loose-fitting silk robe in a deep emerald hue, its fabric whispering secrets against her skin with every slight movement. The generous cut of the robe, while modest, did little to conceal the impressive swell of her breasts, which pressed gently against the silk, hints of their ample curves visible as she leaned forward to pour another cup of tea. The Rover, usually so focused on the mission, found his gaze lingering on the graceful line of her neck, the subtle rise and fall of her chest, and the captivating expanse that hinted at her "big tits," a silent, appreciative hum resonating within him.

The Rover’s companion, a man of few words and immense presence, simply known as Kael – a veteran protector of the untamed zones, whose scarred face told tales of a thousand battles – sat quietly, his broad shoulders almost filling the doorway. His gaze was less overt, but no less intense, often sweeping over Baizhi with a quiet reverence that held a simmering heat. He had seen the horrors of the world, but in Baizhi, he saw a fragile beauty, a source of light and healing, and a woman whose soft curves and gentle demeanor were a stark contrast to the harsh realities they faced daily. He too noticed the way the silk clung to her, a subtle acknowledgement of her exquisite form.

"The storm shows no sign of abating," Baizhi murmured, her voice a melodic balm, a stark contrast to the tempest outside. She offered the Rover a cup, her fingers brushing his. A tiny jolt, electric and unexpected, sparked between them. The Rover’s hand lingered, his thumb stroking the back of her soft skin for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. Her cheeks flushed a delicate rose. The air in the room, already warm from the tea and the close quarters, seemed to thicken, charged with an unspoken current.

The conversation drifted, a comfortable, meandering path through shared tales of their adventures in the treacherous lands of Wuthering Waves. Baizhi spoke of rare medicinal plants found only in the deepest chasms, of the intricate biology of the Tacet Discords, and of the resilience of humanity. The Rover recounted skirmishes, narrow escapes, and the camaraderie forged in the crucible of battle. Kael, when he spoke, did so with a deep, resonant voice, offering terse but insightful observations that underscored his profound experience. Yet, beneath the veneer of polite conversation, a different kind of narrative was unfolding.

Every shared glance, every lingering touch, every soft sigh from Baizhi as she listened, was a brushstroke on a canvas of burgeoning desire. The Rover found himself captivated by her intellect, her compassion, and the subtle, sensual grace of her movements. He imagined the feel of her silver hair splayed across a pillow, the taste of her lips, the weight of her breasts in his hands. Kael, meanwhile, felt a primal instinct awaken within him. He wanted to shield her from every harm, yet also to possess her, to feel her delicate frame pressed against his hardened body, to know the softness that lay beneath her gentle exterior. The storm outside seemed to mirror the tempest building within their hearts, a raw, untamed force yearning for release.

As the hours bled into the deep night, the tea grew cold, and the conversation began to wane. The storm, however, showed no mercy, its intensity only growing. Baizhi, observing their weary faces, rose with a graceful sweep of her robe. "You both must be exhausted," she said, her voice softer now, tinged with a genuine concern that stirred something deep within both men. "The guest rooms are available, but… perhaps it would be warmer, and safer, if you stayed closer. I can prepare blankets here, by the hearth."

The offer hung in the air, a silent invitation that both men understood carried a deeper implication. The hearth was in Baizhi's own private quarters, a space rarely seen by outsiders. A shared gasp of anticipation, subtle and unspoken, passed between the Rover and Kael. Baizhi, seeing their hesitation, or perhaps sensing their unvoiced desires, offered a small, shy smile. "Unless… you prefer the cold?" she teased gently, a blush rising to her cheeks that betrayed her own quickened pulse. The Rover met her gaze, a silent question passing between them, and he saw a flicker of longing, a hint of something daring in her usually demure eyes. Kael simply nodded, his eyes fixed on her, a silent pledge of acceptance.

In Baizhi’s private chambers, the air was infused with the delicate scent of dried herbs and a faint, sweet floral perfume that was uniquely hers. A large, plush rug covered the floor before a grand, crackling hearth, where a fire now danced, chasing away the chill of the storm. Baizhi, with efficient grace, laid out thick, soft blankets and pillows. The intimacy of the space was palpable, the low light from the fire painting their figures in warm, shifting hues. The Rover settled onto one side of the rug, Kael on the other, their positions forming a silent semicircle around the hearth, with Baizhi at the center.

She sat between them, a little too close, their knees brushing as they huddled against the warmth. The initial awkwardness was quickly replaced by a comfortable silence, punctuated by the roar of the wind and the crackle of the fire. The Rover reached out, his hand hesitantly touching Baizhi’s arm. Her skin was incredibly soft, warm beneath his touch. She shivered, not from cold, but from a burgeoning excitement that fluttered in her belly. Kael, on her other side, shifted closer, his broad shoulder brushing against hers, a silent offer of comfort and strength. The subtle pressure of his body against hers sent another wave of sensation through Baizhi, a feeling of being enveloped, protected, and desired.

Her head tilted back, her eyes meeting the Rover’s. His gaze was intense, hungry, yet filled with a tenderness that melted her resolve. He reached up, a thumb gently tracing the curve of her jawline. Baizhi’s lips parted slightly, a soft sigh escaping her. Kael’s hand, large and calloused, settled on her waist, his fingers splayed wide, feeling the warmth of her through the silk. The combination of gentle reverence from the Rover and the powerful, grounding touch of Kael was intoxicating, a dual assault on her senses that she found herself utterly unprepared for.

The Rover leaned in, his lips brushing hers, a feather-light touch that promised more. Baizhi’s eyes fluttered closed, her breath catching in her throat. Their lips met fully then, a slow, tender exploration that rapidly deepened. His kiss was soft, sweet, tasting of tea and unspoken desires. Her hand rose, twining into his hair, pulling him closer, her body arching subtly into his. As their kiss deepened, Kael’s hand moved, sliding from her waist to her hip, then slowly, deliberately, up the curve of her ribcage, coming to rest just beneath the full swell of her breast. The heat of his palm, even through the silk, was a brand, a promise of what was to come. Baizhi gasped into the Rover’s mouth, a soft, involuntary sound, her "big tits" rising and falling with her quickening breaths.

The Rover broke the kiss, his lips moving to her jaw, trailing burning kisses down her neck, finding the delicate pulse point at her throat. "Baizhi," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "You are exquisite." As he spoke, Kael’s fingers, with a surprising delicacy for such a large man, began to trace the outline of her breast, circling the peak that was already hardening beneath the fabric. Baizhi whimpered, a low, throaty sound that surprised even herself. The dual attention, the combined assault of soft kisses and tantalizing touches, was overwhelming, exhilarating.

With a shared, unspoken understanding, the two men began to undress her. The Rover, with gentle hands, untied the silken knot of her robe, letting the emerald fabric fall open. Kael, his gaze fixed on her, helped guide the material from her shoulders, letting it pool around her waist. The soft lamplight, combined with the fire’s glow, illuminated Baizhi’s form, revealing the delicate lace chemise she wore beneath. It was a sheer, ivory creation, hinting at the treasures it barely contained. Her "big tits," now truly revealed in all their glory, strained against the lace, their creamy fullness almost bursting free, the deep cleavage a tantalizing valley that beckoned to both men.

A soft gasp escaped the Rover’s lips, a sound of pure awe. Kael’s eyes, usually so stoic, flared with a primitive hunger. Baizhi, suddenly shy under their combined scrutiny, crossed her arms over her chest, but it was a half-hearted attempt, her body already tingling with anticipation. The Rover’s hands gently pulled hers away, his fingers intertwining with hers as he brought them to his lips, kissing her knuckles. "No need for modesty, Baizhi," he murmured, his eyes locking with hers, a promise of worship in their depths. "You are perfection."

Kael, less verbal, let his actions speak. His large hand reached out, cupping one of Baizhi's magnificent breasts, his thumb stroking the soft fabric over her nipple. A fresh wave of heat bloomed through Baizhi’s core. The sheer lace was no barrier; she could feel the rough warmth of his palm, the exquisite friction against her already sensitive flesh. Her nipple, a small, dark pearl, immediately hardened and tightened in response, pressing firmly against the delicate lace. The Rover watched, his own desire escalating, his eyes tracing the seductive curve of her breast as Kael explored it with such reverent intensity.

The Rover then leaned down, his lips seeking the other breast, nuzzling against the lace, his tongue tracing wet patterns over the fabric, sending electric shivers through her. Baizhi gasped, her head falling back against Kael’s shoulder, a low moan escaping her. The sensation of both men attending to her breasts was almost unbearable, a symphony of pleasure that sang through her veins. The Rover’s hot breath seeped through the lace, sensitizing her nipple even further, while Kael’s thumb continued its hypnotic dance, circling, teasing, occasionally flicking the delicate peak.

With a soft tug, the Rover freed her from the lace chemise, pulling it up and over her head, discarding it onto the rug. Baizhi's "big tits" finally spilled forth, glorious and unadorned, their weight impressive, their skin smooth and pale in the firelight. Her nipples, prominent and dark, stood erect, begging for attention. The Rover immediately took one into his mouth, suckling greedily, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, his teeth gently scraping. Baizhi cried out, arching into his embrace, her fingers digging into his hair. Meanwhile, Kael’s other hand, finding its way to her other breast, began to knead and squeeze, shaping the soft flesh, his calloused thumb rubbing expertly against her second peak, pulling and teasing it until it was excruciatingly sensitive.

Baizhi found herself caught in a whirlwind of sensation, her mind reeling. The wet, hot suckling of the Rover on one breast, the firm, sensual kneading of Kael on the other. Her "big tits," usually hidden beneath layers of clothing, were now the focal point of their attention, worshipped by both men. She felt herself becoming pliant, her body responding instinctively, her hips beginning to undulate slightly against the rug. A deep, guttural moan rumbled in Kael’s chest as he watched the Rover devour her breast, and then, unable to resist, he leaned down, pressing his lips to her neck, leaving a trail of hot, moist kisses that made her shiver uncontrollably.

The Rover moved his mouth from her breast, trailing wet kisses down her torso, across her flat stomach, until he reached the waistband of her simple undergarments. Kael, in a silent agreement, shifted, gently pushing Baizhi back against the soft blankets, positioning her between them. Her legs, clad only in small, white silk briefs, lay exposed. The Rover, his eyes dark with desire, slowly pulled the silk down, revealing the delicate patch of silver hair at her apex, already glistening with nascent moisture. Baizhi gasped, her legs falling open slightly, inviting his gaze.

Kael, ever watchful, gently parted her knees further, his strong fingers stroking the soft skin of her inner thighs. The simple action was enough to send a jolt of pleasure through Baizhi, making her hips twitch. The Rover then lowered his head, his tongue tracing the delicate folds of her vulva. Baizhi cried out, a high, keening sound, her hands gripping the blankets beneath her. The sensation was electrifying, his hot tongue swirling, flicking, tasting her sweet nectar. Her body arched, her hips lifting instinctively, begging for more. The sheer pleasure was almost overwhelming, a cascade of fiery sensation.

As the Rover continued his oral ministrations, driving Baizhi closer and closer to the edge, Kael leaned in, his powerful frame hovering over her. His hand moved from her inner thigh, sliding between her legs, his fingers finding her clitoris, already swollen and throbbing from the Rover’s expert tongue. He began to stroke it gently, rhythmically, adding another layer of exquisite sensation to the assault. Baizhi’s breath came in ragged gasps, her moans becoming louder, more desperate. She was caught between two worlds, the Rover’s skilled tongue driving her wild, and Kael’s firm, insistent fingers pushing her over the brink.

"Oh… oh, please," Baizhi whimpered, her voice thick with unadulterated pleasure. Her "big tits" rose and fell rapidly with each frantic breath, jiggling enticingly as her body began to spasm. The combined stimulation was too much, too good. A powerful wave of orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing, her back arching off the rug, a guttural cry tearing from her throat. Her legs tensed, her nails digging into the blankets, her entire frame trembling as the climax wracked her, squeezing out a final, drawn-out moan that echoed in the quiet room, a testament to her uninhibited pleasure.

As Baizhi slowly came back to earth, her body still trembling, both men lifted their heads, their faces flushed with their own desire, their eyes reflecting the fierce satisfaction they had drawn from her release. The Rover kissed her inner thigh, tasting her sweetness. Kael, meanwhile, stroked her damp hair, his gaze tender but still burning with an unfulfilled hunger. It was clear their journey into pleasure was far from over. Baizhi, dazed and sated, met their gazes, a shy, contented smile gracing her lips, her body now tingling with a profound sense of openness and trust.

The Rover then leaned in, his lips caressing her ear. "Now, my beautiful healer," he whispered, his voice husky, "let us truly make you whole." He shifted, positioning himself between her legs, his strong erection, thick and throbbing, pressing against her dewy entrance. Kael, on her other side, slid his hand beneath her hips, gently tilting her, aligning her perfectly for the Rover's entry. Baizhi gasped, feeling the insistent pressure, her inner muscles clenching in anticipation. Her body was still sensitive from her orgasm, making the thought of penetration even more thrilling.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, the Rover entered her, pushing past the soft resistance of her core, until he was buried deep within her. Baizhi cried out, a mixture of pain and profound pleasure. Her body, though eager, needed a moment to adjust to his impressive size. She clung to his shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh. Kael, observing her reaction, leaned down, his lips finding hers, offering a deep, comforting kiss, his tongue tangling with hers, distracting her from the initial stretch, his large hand gently cupping one of her "big tits," expertly kneading it, a silent reassurance.

Once the initial tightness subsided, Baizhi began to move with him, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. The rhythm was slow at first, deep and deliberate, allowing her to savor the exquisite fullness. The Rover pulled back almost completely, then surged forward again, each thrust driving him deeper, making her moan with renewed passion. Her body wrapped around him, her legs hooking around his waist, pulling him even closer. Her "big tits" bounced and swayed with every powerful movement, a mesmerizing sight for both men, their peaks still hard and engorged.

As the Rover continued to pound into her, Kael's large hand slipped between Baizhi’s legs, finding her clitoris once more. He began to stroke it with a slow, hypnotic rhythm, perfectly complementing the Rover's thrusts. Baizhi was once again overwhelmed, her hips bucking, her moans echoing in the room. The dual sensation of deep, powerful penetration combined with the precise, teasing strokes of Kael’s fingers on her clitoris was a potent elixir. She felt herself spiraling towards another climax, her body alight with a fire that consumed her. "Yes… oh, yes!" she gasped, her voice raw with pleasure, her head thrashing against the blankets.

The Rover, sensing her imminent orgasm, deepened his thrusts, pulling her even closer, whispering words of encouragement into her ear. Kael’s strokes grew faster, more insistent. Baizhi’s body tensed, her muscles clenching around the Rover’s shaft, milking him with every contraction. A second, even more powerful orgasm ripped through her, making her scream, a sound of pure, unadulterated bliss. Her body convulsed around the Rover, squeezing him tightly, extracting a groan of pleasure from his own throat as he held on, riding the wave of her ecstasy. Her "big tits" heaved with the force of her release, their luscious curves trembling.

As Baizhi’s body slowly relaxed, still trembling with aftershocks, the Rover pulled back slightly, but remained deep inside her. He looked at Kael, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. Kael nodded, his eyes intense. He then shifted, positioning himself behind Baizhi, his strong hands finding her hips. Gently, he lifted her, turning her slightly, so that she was now on her hands and knees, with the Rover still deeply embedded in her from the front. Kael then knelt behind her, his own formidable erection, thicker and perhaps even longer than the Rover's, pressing against her rear entrance.

Baizhi, still dazed from her climax, felt the new pressure, her eyes widening. A threesome. This was truly happening. The sheer audacity, the raw sensuality of it, sent another thrill coursing through her. She looked back at Kael, her gaze questioning, then at the Rover, who met her eyes with a reassuring smile, his lips brushing her forehead. "Trust us, Baizhi," he murmured, his voice soft but firm. "We will give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams."

Kael, with practiced ease, guided his own throbbing shaft to her slick, willing opening. He paused, letting her adjust, pressing his chest against her back, wrapping his arms around her waist. Baizhi gasped as his tip began to press inside her. The sensation was utterly different from the Rover's, a deeper, fuller stretch that made her clench and relax simultaneously. Slowly, inexorably, Kael pushed in, filling her completely. Baizhi cried out, a mix of delicious pain and overwhelming fulfillment. She was now truly impaled, completely taken, her body stretched to its limits, yet strangely, incredibly, comfortably so.

The Rover, now seeing Kael fully inserted, began to move again, his hips thrusting into her from the front. Kael, from behind, matched his rhythm, moving with a steady, powerful tempo. Baizhi was caught between them, her body a bridge connecting their two powerful forms. Her "big tits" swayed and jiggled with every synchronized thrust, her head thrown back, her hair a silver cascade down her back. The sensations were beyond anything she had ever imagined. Fullness, friction, pleasure from every angle. The sheer masculine presence, both inside and around her, was exhilarating.

Her moans became a desperate symphony, a blend of pleasure and surrender. She felt stretched, impaled, yet utterly cherished. The Rover kissed her neck, her shoulders, tasting the sweat that beaded on her skin. Kael whispered low, guttural affirmations into her ear, his lips brushing her skin, sending shivers down her spine. They moved as one, a primal dance of three bodies, sweat slicking their skin, the scent of sex and arousal filling the air. Baizhi was the queen of this domain, their shared focus, their muse of pleasure. Her clitoris, still exquisitely sensitive, was now being stimulated indirectly by the deep, rhythmic thrusts of both men, each movement a delicious pressure against her inner walls, sending waves of pure sensation through her core.

The pace quickened, their thrusts becoming more frantic, more desperate. Baizhi’s breath hitched, her eyes rolling back in her head. She was spiraling again, faster this time, towards an even more intense climax. The dual penetration was overwhelming, a delightful agony that pushed her to her limits. Her inner muscles clenched and unclenched, milking both their shafts, begging for release. Her "big tits" bounced wildly, a testament to the ferocity of their lovemaking. She could feel the tremors building, the pressure mounting, a delicious tension that was about to snap.

"Oh… I’m… I’m coming again!" Baizhi screamed, her voice hoarse with exertion and pleasure. Her body seized, every muscle contracting as a third, monumental orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, her entire frame trembling, convulsing around both men, squeezing every last drop of pleasure from their presence. The Rover groaned, his own release building, unable to hold back any longer. With a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself deep inside her, his body shuddering with intense pleasure, his head falling onto her shoulder. Kael, feeling Baizhi's climax and the Rover's release, let out a deep, primal roar, his own seed erupting into her from behind, a hot, potent gush that filled her to overflowing, his body rigid with ecstasy.

For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breaths, the drumming of the rain outside, and the crackle of the fire. They remained interlocked, spent and sated, their bodies still fused together. Baizhi lay trembling, completely filled, completely undone, yet utterly content. The warmth of their bodies, the lingering scent of their passion, enveloped her in a cocoon of bliss. She felt cherished, adored, desired in a way she had never known possible.

Slowly, gently, the men withdrew, their bodies glistening with sweat. Baizhi groaned at the loss of their delicious fullness, but the afterglow was immense. They carefully rearranged the blankets, pulling them over their spent forms. Baizhi, nestled between the Rover and Kael, felt an overwhelming sense of peace. The Rover kissed her forehead, his lips soft. Kael, on her other side, simply held her close, his strong arm wrapped securely around her, his hand resting protectively over one of her soft, still swollen breasts. Her "big tits" rose and fell gently with her steadying breaths, a comforting weight against his palm.

"That… that was incredible," Baizhi whispered, her voice still a little shaky, a soft, blissful smile on her face. She turned her head, first kissing the Rover’s cheek, then pressing her lips to Kael’s jaw. "Thank you both. For everything." She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of their bodies, the comforting thrum of their heartbeats against her. The storm outside still raged, but within their makeshift sanctuary, a profound stillness had settled, a testament to the passionate revelations and deep connections forged under the enchanting, often harsh, sky of Wuthering Waves. Tonight, in this quiet clinic, amidst the chaos of the world, Baizhi had found not just solace, but an intoxicating, beautiful, and utterly fulfilling love, a throuple bound by desire, trust, and the shared magic of their incredible night.