The air in Sumeru was always a tapestry of scents – a mix of damp earth, exotic spices carried on the breeze, and the sweet perfume of twilight-blooming rainforest flora. Tonight, however, as the last sliver of golden sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of violet and rose, a different kind of aroma filled the small, secluded cabin we’d found nestled deep within the Gandharva Ville outskirts. It was the scent of anticipation, of unspoken desires hanging heavy between us, a silent hum that vibrated in the very air Collei and I breathed.

We had spent the day assisting Tighnari with a particularly stubborn cluster of Withering Zones, the oppressive energy finally receding under our combined efforts. Now, exhausted but content, we sat cross-legged on the plush, hand-woven rug by the cabin’s hearth, a modest fire crackling cheerfully, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Collei, with her signature green hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders, looked particularly ethereal in the flickering light. Her large, earnest eyes, usually filled with a quiet determination, held a softness tonight, a lingering warmth that mirrored the fire’s glow.

I watched her as she gently massaged her temples, a faint blush dusting her cheeks from the heat of the fire, or perhaps from the shared intimacy of our quiet evening. Her simple tunic and shorts were practical for her work as a Forest Ranger, but even in their utilitarian simplicity, they couldn't fully conceal the delicate curves of her form. My gaze lingered on her legs, noticing the subtle sheen of the dark, practical stockings she wore beneath her shorts, a hint of unexpected allure in her otherwise modest attire. They clung snugly to her calves, disappearing beneath the hem, hinting at more.

“You worked incredibly hard today, Collei,” I murmured, reaching out to gently brush a stray strand of that distinctive green hair from her face. The strands felt surprisingly soft against my fingertips, like spun silk, a stark contrast to the tough exterior she often presented to the world. A small, shy smile touched her lips, and she leaned into my touch, her breath hitching almost imperceptibly.

“You too, Traveler. Those fungi were particularly stubborn,” she replied, her voice a soft murmur, barely above a whisper. Her hand instinctively reached for mine, her fingers intertwining with mine, a familiar gesture that had grown more frequent and more meaningful over our shared adventures across Teyvat in *Genshin Impact*. The casual touch ignited a spark, a subtle electricity that traveled up my arm and settled in my chest, a feeling that had been building between us for weeks, perhaps months.

The silence stretched, not awkward, but full. The crackle of the fire, the distant chirping of cicadas, and the steady thrum of our intertwined heartbeats filled the space. I could feel the gentle pulse in her wrist against my palm, a living rhythm that pulled me closer. My thumb began to trace lazy circles on the back of her hand, each touch sending a shiver through her, a subtle tremor that I felt resonate through our connection.

“Collei,” I began, my voice a little rougher than I intended, “There’s something… I’ve wanted to tell you. Something I’ve felt for a long time.” I took a deep breath, searching her eyes. They were wide now, reflecting the firelight, a mixture of apprehension and a hopeful curiosity. The truth was, every moment spent with her, every shared battle, every quiet conversation under Sumeru’s vast, star-dusted sky, had only deepened my admiration, my affection, into something profound and consuming.

Her grip tightened on my hand. “What is it, Traveler?” Her voice was barely audible, her gaze fixed on mine, searching, yearning. She knew. We both knew what hung in the air, the unspoken emotions that were finally ready to burst forth.

“I… I care for you, Collei. More than just a friend, more than just a companion on this journey. My feelings for you run deep. I find myself thinking of you constantly, worrying about you, finding joy in your laughter, and solace in your presence. You are one of the brightest lights in this world of *Genshin Impact*.” My words poured out, heartfelt and raw, leaving me feeling exposed, but also liberated. I watched her expression, a wave of emotions passing over her face – surprise, relief, and finally, a profound tenderness.

A tear, shimmering in the firelight, escaped her eye and traced a path down her cheek. She didn’t wipe it away. Instead, she leaned in, her forehead resting against mine, her breath warm on my lips. “Oh, Traveler… I… I feel it too. I’ve been so scared to say it. So scared, after everything. But with you… I feel safe. I feel… loved.” Her voice cracked with emotion, the vulnerability in her words echoing my own.

And then, our lips met. It was a tentative, feather-light brush at first, a shy exploration, like two delicate leaves dancing in a soft breeze. But as the unspoken emotions of months poured into that single touch, the kiss deepened. Her lips were soft, yielding, tasting faintly of the sweet fruit she’d shared earlier. My hand, still entwined with hers, tightened, while my other hand cupped her cheek, my thumb gently caressing the warm skin near her temple.

Her fingers instinctively threaded into my hair, pulling me closer, her body leaning into mine until there was no space left between us. The fire in the hearth seemed to blaze hotter, mirroring the heat that ignited between our bodies. Her initial shyness began to melt away, replaced by a blossoming passion that was both exhilarating and intoxicating. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, a rapid flutter that perfectly matched the frantic beating of my own.

Our kiss grew hungrier, more demanding. Her mouth opened slightly, inviting, and my tongue eagerly met hers, a gentle dance that soon became a passionate swirl. A soft moan escaped her throat, a sound of pure pleasure and surrender that sent a jolt of desire straight through me. I pulled back slightly, just enough to gaze into her half-lidded eyes, which were now clouded with desire, her pupils dilated and dark. Her green hair fanned out around her, a vibrant halo against the muted tones of the cabin.

“Collei,” I whispered, my voice thick with longing. My hand moved from her cheek, tracing the line of her jaw, down her neck, and finally coming to rest on her shoulder, gently pushing back the fabric of her tunic. She shivered, not from cold, but from the thrill of my touch. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting out a soft, shaky breath, giving me silent permission to continue.

Slowly, deliberately, I began to unbutton her tunic, my fingers brushing against the soft skin of her collarbone. Each button came undone with a soft click, revealing more and more of her delicate form. Her breasts, modest but perfectly formed, rose and fell with her quickened breathing. The moment the tunic parted, her body seemed to sigh in release, her shoulders relaxing under my touch. She helped me, her hands fumbling slightly as she pushed the fabric down her arms, allowing it to pool around her waist.

She wore a simple, light undershirt beneath, clinging softly to her chest. My gaze drifted lower, to her legs, where those dark stockings still encased her calves, rising tantalizingly higher, hinting at the curve of her thighs. They were simple, almost utilitarian, yet on her, they were incredibly alluring, a small detail that somehow amplified her unspoken sensuality. I wanted to trace every inch of them, to feel the fabric against my fingertips.

My fingers found the hem of her undershirt, gently tugging it up. Collei raised her arms above her head, allowing me to lift the garment over her head and toss it aside. She sat before me, bathed in the warm, flickering firelight, completely bare from the waist up. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, her nipples a shy, pale pink, already hardening into taut buds. My breath caught in my throat at the sheer beauty of her, a delicate strength radiating from her slender frame.

Her hands, still a little hesitant, reached for the ties of my own tunic, mirroring my earlier actions. With fumbling but determined fingers, she undid the fastenings, her eyes occasionally flicking up to meet mine, a shy, nervous excitement in their depths. Soon, my own chest was bare, and she reached out, her fingers tracing the muscles of my abdomen, a feather-light touch that sent goosebumps across my skin. We were both exposed, vulnerable, and utterly captivated by each other.

I leaned in, my lips finding the hollow of her throat, pressing a tender kiss there. She arched her neck, a soft moan escaping her as I trailed my mouth lower, to her collarbone, then to the delicate swell of her breasts. My tongue flicked out, tasting her skin, a clean, sweet scent that drove me wild. Her hands found purchase on my shoulders, gripping tightly as my lips finally enveloped one of her hardened nipples, suckling gently. A gasp tore from her, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

“Oh… Traveler…” she moaned, her voice trembling. My name on her lips, laced with such raw desire, was the most intoxicating sound. I suckled harder, teasing, tugging, feeling her entire body shudder in my arms. I alternated between her breasts, lavishing attention on each, feeling them swell and firm under my ministrations. Her fingers tangled in my green hair, pulling gently, a silent plea for more, for deeper sensations.

My hand drifted lower, tracing the curve of her waist, then down over her hips. Her shorts, still in place, felt like an unbearable barrier. With gentle movements, I began to push them down, her legs slightly parting to allow the fabric to slide. And there they were, those practical, yet incredibly erotic stockings, now fully revealed, ending just above her knees, highlighting the delicate curve of her thighs. They were simple, dark fabric, but they framed her skin in such a captivating way, drawing my eyes to the smooth, pale skin that emerged above them.

I peeled off her shorts, tossing them aside, and then, with slow, deliberate movements, I started to roll down her stockings. Her breath hitched with each inch of fabric that receded, revealing more of her creamy skin. When they finally came off, revealing her bare, beautiful legs, she stretched them out, a delicate arching of her feet. Her vulnerability was breathtaking, and my heart swelled with a mixture of adoration and fierce longing.

Now, she was completely naked, save for the faint blush that covered her skin from head to toe. Her slender form, so often clad in ranger gear, was now unveiled in its entirety. My eyes traveled down her body, lingering on the soft mound between her legs, the delicate tangle of dark hair, hinting at the hidden delights beneath. Her pussy, shyly tucked away, was a promise of untold pleasure, a secret garden waiting to be explored.

I moved closer, shifting so that I was kneeling between her legs, gently easing them apart. Her knees bent, her thighs splayed open, revealing her fully. A gasp escaped me – her pussy was even more beautiful than I had imagined. The delicate folds of her labia were a soft pink, already glistening with a natural dew, a sign of her burgeoning arousal. Her clitoris, a tiny pearl, was peeking out, swollen and inviting.

“You’re so beautiful, Collei,” I whispered, my voice rough with emotion. She shyly covered herself with her hands, but I gently pulled them away, shaking my head. “No, don’t hide. Let me see you.” Her eyes met mine, a flicker of uncertainty giving way to trust, and she let her hands fall, allowing me full access to her most intimate self.

I leaned down, my breath warm against her inner thigh, sending shivers through her. She gasped as my tongue flicked out, tracing a path up her inner thigh, closer and closer to her core. Her hips instinctively bucked, a desperate plea. “Please… oh, please…” she whimpered, her fingers now tangled in her own green hair, pulling at the roots in exquisite agony.

My lips finally found her pussy, pressing a tender kiss to the soft, damp folds. She cried out, a sound of pure ecstasy. I began to lick, slowly at first, tasting her sweet, musky essence. Her flavor was intoxicating, a primal draw that pulled me deeper into her. I flicked my tongue over her clitoris, a gentle tease, watching her hips buck and her back arch off the rug.

“Oh! Traveler! Yes… like that… faster…” she pleaded, her voice breathy and urgent. I obliged, my tongue now moving with more intensity, circling her clitoris, then dipping into the folds, seeking out every sensitive spot. I plunged my tongue into her, lapping at her juices, savoring every drop. Her pussy was wet, slick, and incredibly responsive. She writhed beneath me, a symphony of moans and gasps erupting from her throat.

I used my fingers to spread her open further, giving my tongue better access, then I sucked her clitoris into my mouth, a gentle vacuum that sent her into a frenzy. Her legs trembled, her toes curling, and her body became taut as she neared her climax. “I’m… I’m going to… oh, god, Traveler!” she shrieked, her voice a raw cry of pleasure as her body convulsed around my mouth. Her pussy pulsed, flooding my tongue with her warm, exquisite release.

I continued to lap at her, tasting her essence, savoring the remnants of her climax until her breathing slowly evened out. She lay back, panting, her eyes closed, a beatific smile gracing her lips. Her green hair was a messy halo around her head, and her skin glowed with the flush of pure satisfaction. But I knew we were far from done. This was just the beginning of our night of untamed passion.

I moved up, settling between her legs, gazing down into her dazed, loving eyes. I reached for my discarded clothes, pulling out a small vial of essential oil, a calming blend Tighnari had given us for muscle aches. Tonight, it would serve a different, more sensual purpose. I drizzled a few drops onto my palm, rubbing my hands together to warm the fragrant liquid.

“Ready for more, my Collei?” I whispered, my voice thick with desire. She nodded, her eyes shining with renewed passion. “Yes, Traveler. All of you. I want all of you, inside me.”

I spread the warm, slick oil over my shaft, watching as her eyes widened, her gaze fixed on my hardened erection. Then, I began to spread it over her inner thighs, moving closer to her pussy. I gently massaged her clitoris again, bringing back the tingling sensation, teasing the already sensitive nerves. Then, I let my fingers explore her entrance, dipping one finger, then two, into her warm, wet depths. She was still incredibly slick from her previous orgasm, making entry smooth and effortless.

“You’re so wet for me,” I murmured, my voice a growl. She arched into my fingers, moaning softly. I withdrew my fingers, bringing my throbbing length to her entrance. Our eyes locked, a silent question passing between us, a shared anticipation that was almost unbearable. She nodded, a soft, encouraging smile on her lips.

With a slow, deliberate push, I began to enter her. Her pussy was tight, a wonderfully snug fit, stretching around me with a gentle resistance. A soft gasp escaped her lips, her body tensing then slowly relaxing as I pushed deeper. Inch by agonizing inch, I pressed forward, until the head of my shaft breached the delicate membrane, and then, with a final, deep thrust, I was fully buried within her. She cried out, a mix of pain and profound pleasure, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist, pulling me even deeper.

We lay still for a moment, simply basking in the sensation of being intimately joined. Her pussy pulsed around me, a living embrace that made my entire body hum. Her green hair was splayed across the rug, a vibrant contrast to her flushed skin. “Oh… Traveler… you feel… incredible,” she whispered, tears glistening in her eyes, not of sadness, but of overwhelming emotion.

I began to move, a slow, rhythmic thrust, withdrawing almost completely before pushing back in, deep and full. Each stroke brought a fresh wave of sensation, a deeper moan from Collei. Her hips lifted to meet mine, her movements mirroring my own, finding a rhythm that was uniquely ours. The cabin filled with the sounds of our lovemaking – the soft slap of skin against skin, her breathless moans, the occasional creak of the wooden floor beneath us.

I watched her face, utterly captivated by her transformation. The shy, often guarded Forest Ranger was gone, replaced by a woman consumed by passion, her eyes half-closed, her lips parted in ecstasy, her green hair swaying with each powerful thrust. Her fingers clawed gently at my back, urging me deeper, faster. “More… harder, Traveler… please…” she begged, her voice hoarse with desire.

I picked up the pace, thrusting into her with renewed vigor, feeling her inner walls milk my shaft, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Her pussy was an inferno, a delicious furnace that tightened around me with every stroke. I leaned down, kissing her deeply, tasting her passion, merging our breaths, our souls, into a single, intoxicating rhythm. We moved as one, a dance of ancient desires, lost in the pure, unadulterated pleasure of our connection.

Her body tensed again, her back arching, her hips lifting high off the rug as she climaxed once more, her pussy clenching around my shaft in a series of exquisite spasms. Her cries filled the small cabin, a symphony of release that pushed me over the edge. With a final, guttural roar, I emptied myself deep inside her, feeling my own hot release flood into her warm, welcoming depths. We collapsed against each other, panting, drenched in sweat, our bodies still intimately joined, our hearts pounding a frantic drumbeat against each other.

After a few moments of blissful silence, punctuated only by our ragged breaths, I slowly withdrew from her. She whimpered softly at the loss, but I quickly pulled her into my arms, spooning her close, pressing kisses to her green hair. “That was… amazing, Collei,” I whispered, my voice still thick with emotion. She snuggled closer, her head resting on my shoulder, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest.

“It was… everything I dreamed of, Traveler,” she confessed, her voice soft and full of contentment. “And more.” We lay there for a long time, the fire slowly dying down, casting longer, softer shadows. But the heat between us remained, a glowing ember of satisfied passion. The intimacy we had just shared was profound, cementing our bond in a way words never could. We were not just companions on a journey in *Genshin Impact*; we were lovers, connected on the deepest, most primal level.

But the night, and our desires, were still young. As the embers of the first climax faded, a new, tingling sensation began to stir within me, a curiosity, an urge to explore her every hidden facet. I shifted, gently stroking her smooth hip, my fingers trailing lower, toward the delicate crease between her buttocks. Collei stirred, her eyes fluttering open, catching my gaze. There was no fear, only an unspoken question, and a deep, trusting acceptance.

“Collei,” I whispered, my voice husky, “There’s… another way I want to explore you. Another way to feel you.” My finger gently probed the soft skin around her butthole, feeling the delicate puckering, the promise of virgin tightness. She gasped, a sharp intake of breath, her body tensing slightly. Her green hair fanned around her, a vivid contrast to the sudden paleness of her skin, a mixture of apprehension and excitement flickering in her eyes.

“My… my butthole?” she asked, her voice small, a fragile question. I kissed her temple, reassuring her. “Only if you want to, my love. Only if it feels good. We can stop anytime. But I want to feel all of you. Every secret part.” I knew she was a healer, often uncomfortable with her own body due to her past with Eleazar, and this made her vulnerability even more precious.

She paused, her breath catching, then slowly, deliberately, she nodded. “Okay, Traveler. If… if you want to. I trust you.” Her words, simple as they were, were a profound gift of surrender, a testament to the depth of our connection. My heart swelled, and I promised myself, silently, that I would make this experience as gentle, as pleasurable, as reverent as every other moment we’d shared.

I reached for the vial of oil again, squeezing a generous amount onto my fingers. I took my time, slowly, carefully, applying the slick lubricant around her delicate butthole, gently massaging the sensitive skin, preparing her for what was to come. She whimpered softly, her body arching into my touch, a mix of nervousness and burgeoning curiosity. Her legs, still wrapped around me, trembled slightly.

“Relax, my love,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear. “Just breathe. Let me take care of you.” I continued to apply the oil, coating the small, puckered opening until it glistened, slick and ready. Her muscles around the area slowly began to relax under my gentle ministrations. I brought my finger to her opening, pressing gently, feeling the tightness, the warmth, the intriguing resistance.

With slow, deliberate pressure, I began to ease my finger inside. Collei gasped, her body jolting, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Ah! It’s… it’s tight!” she cried out, her voice strained. “So tight.”

“I know, my love,” I soothed, keeping my finger still, allowing her body time to adjust, to relax around this new invasion. After a moment, the tension in her muscles eased, and she let out a long, shaky breath. I gently wiggled my finger, and then slowly added a second, stretching her delicate opening further. Her whimpers turned into soft moans, a sign that the initial shock was giving way to a different kind of sensation, a deeper, fuller stretch.

Once I felt she was sufficiently stretched and relaxed, I withdrew my fingers, my own arousal throbbing with anticipation. I realigned myself, bringing the tip of my erection to her butthole, pressing gently against the lubricated entrance. I could feel her quivering beneath me, her whole body alive with sensation. “Ready?” I whispered, searching her eyes. She nodded, her lips parted, her breath coming in short, quick gasps.

With utmost care, I began to press forward, slowly, inch by agonizing inch. The initial resistance was intense, a deep, gripping tightness that threatened to make me pull back. But Collei, brave and trusting, pushed her hips back slightly, urging me on. “You… you can do it, Traveler,” she gritted out, her voice strained but resolute. “Go… go deeper.”

I obeyed, pushing a little harder, feeling the delicate ring of muscle give way, stretching around my thick shaft. A sharp cry escaped her, a mix of pain and pleasure, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she tightened her legs around my waist, pulling me closer still, accepting me fully. The entry was a slow, arduous journey, but finally, with a deep groan from both of us, I was fully sheathed within her butthole, a profound, all-encompassing tightness that was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

We both lay still, absorbing the intensity of the sensation. Her butthole gripped me like a warm, living glove, every inch of my shaft exquisitely stimulated. Collei was trembling violently, her head thrown back, her green hair fanned out, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Oh… oh my god… Traveler… it’s… so full…” she whispered, tears streaming down her face, a testament to the overwhelming sensations.

I began to move, slow, shallow thrusts at first, allowing her body to acclimate. Each movement brought a fresh wave of sensation, a deep, internal massage that resonated through both our bodies. Her moans were deeper now, more guttural, a primal sound of pleasure that resonated from the very core of her being. The tightness was incredible, a constant, firm pressure that drove me wild.

“Does it feel good, Collei?” I asked, my voice strained with my own burgeoning pleasure. She nodded frantically, her eyes squeezed shut. “Yes… yes, it does! Oh, it hurts so good… Traveler, please… don’t stop… more…”

Encouraged by her words, I deepened my thrusts, pulling almost completely out before slamming back in, burying myself to the hilt. The rhythmic pounding against her butthole sent shockwaves through her body, making her cry out with each powerful stroke. Her hips bucked in sync with mine, her entire being focused on the intense pleasure I was delivering. Her fingers intertwined with her green hair, pulling at the strands, her legs wrapped even tighter around my waist, urging me to go deeper, faster.

The sounds of our lovemaking filled the cabin once more, but now with a raw intensity, a primal edge that spoke of absolute surrender. Her moans were louder, interspersed with gasps and pleas as I continued to pound into her butthole, relentlessly seeking her deepest pleasure. I leaned down, kissing her neck, her shoulder, tasting her salty skin, her scent filling my nostrils.

Just as I felt myself nearing my peak, I felt a familiar clenching deep within her. Her butthole tightened around me, squeezing my shaft with an unbelievable intensity. Her breath hitched, her body stiffened, and then with a guttural cry, she bucked against me, her legs trembling uncontrollably as she plunged into another powerful orgasm, her anal muscles milking me with exquisite force. This was a whole new level of ecstasy for her, a deep, shaking release.

Her climax spurred me on, pushing me over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, I emptied myself inside her butthole, filling her tight passage with my hot, thick essence. I groaned, my own body convulsing, muscles spasming as I found my release, completely spent and utterly satisfied. We collapsed onto the rug, our bodies still joined, entwined in the aftermath of such profound, shared intimacy.

The fire had almost died down, leaving us in soft shadows, illuminated only by the faint glow of the moon filtering through the window. Collei lay against me, her body slick with sweat, her green hair damp and tangled, but her face was serene, a look of utter contentment spread across her features. Her hand found mine, intertwining our fingers, a silent testament to the bond we had forged, not just as companions in *Genshin Impact*, but as lovers who had explored the deepest recesses of each other’s hearts and bodies.

“That was… incredible, Traveler,” she whispered, her voice weak but full of wonder. “I never… I never knew… I could feel so much.” She turned her head, pressing a soft kiss to my chest. “Thank you. For everything. For showing me this.”

I held her close, stroking her damp, green hair, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. “Always, my Collei. Always.” We lay there for a long time, listening to the soft sounds of the Sumeru night, our hearts beating in unison, two souls intertwined, forever bound by the raw passion and profound intimacy we had shared under the whispering leaves and distant stars. This was more than just a game; this was our reality, our love, blossoming in the heart of Teyvat, a secret garden tended with care, trust, and untamed desire. And as the night deepened, and the world slept, we knew this was just the beginning of our endless exploration of each other.