Furina | Hu Tao | Genshin Impact

The gentle glow of Liyue's lanterns cast dancing shadows across the opulent private chambers of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. Tonight, the air was thick with a different kind of anticipation, one that shimmered with unspoken desires and the heady scent of blooming night jasmine. Furina, usually a whirlwind of dramatic pronouncements and theatrical flair, sat poised on the plush silken cushions, her eyes, the color of the deepest ocean, locked with Hu Tao's mischievous gaze. The flamboyant Archon, stripped of her courtly duties and the weight of her nation, felt an unfamiliar flutter in her chest, a delightful tremor that had nothing to do with divine judgment and everything to do with the enigmatic funeral director lounging beside her.

Hu Tao, ever the playful spirit, hummed a low, jaunty tune as she meticulously arranged a small bouquet of spectral flowers, their petals glowing with an ethereal light. Her laughter, like wind chimes in a gentle breeze, echoed softly in the quiet room. “Thinking deep thoughts, Your Hydro Highness?” she teased, her voice laced with an alluring lilt. “Or are you perhaps contemplating the exquisite craftsmanship of my funeral parlor’s finest seating arrangements? They *are* quite comfortable, aren’t they?”

Furina’s cheeks flushed a delicate rose. “I… I am contemplating the… the atmosphere, Hu Tao. It is… remarkably conducive to… relaxed contemplation.” She smoothed the silken fabric of her dress, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns. The usual boisterous confidence that defined her public persona had receded, replaced by a shy, almost vulnerable warmth. Being alone with Hu Tao, away from the watchful eyes of Fontaine, felt like stepping into a secret garden, a place where the most guarded parts of her heart could unfurl.

Hu Tao leaned closer, her amber eyes twinkling with genuine amusement and something far more profound. “Relaxed contemplation, you say? That’s a rather… formal way of putting it. I prefer to think of it as a prelude. A calm before the… more invigorating storm.” She reached out, her slender fingers lightly brushing against Furina’s cheek, sending a shiver down the Archon’s spine. The touch was feather-light, yet it ignited a fire that spread through Furina’s veins like wildfire. She held her breath, her gaze searching Hu Tao’s, seeking permission, seeking… more.

“A storm?” Furina’s voice was a mere whisper, husky with burgeoning arousal. The mere proximity of Hu Tao, her vibrant energy, and her captivating aura, was intoxicating. The funeral director’s playful facade always masked a depth of understanding and a surprising tenderness that resonated deeply within Furina. Tonight, that tenderness felt amplified, directed solely at her.

Hu Tao’s smile widened, a slow, predatory curve that made Furina’s heart pound erratically. “Oh yes, my dear Furina. A storm of… delightful possibilities. We’ve spent so much time tiptoeing around certain… feelings, haven’t we? Like shy ghosts afraid of their own shadows. But tonight, the shadows are dancing, and there’s no one here but us to… admire their ballet.” She let her gaze linger on Furina’s lips, a silent invitation that Furina felt in every inch of her being.

Hesitantly, Furina leaned in, her eyes fluttering shut as their lips met. It was a tentative kiss at first, a soft exploration. Hu Tao responded with a gentle warmth, her lips surprisingly soft against Furina’s. The kiss deepened, growing bolder, infused with a shared yearning that had simmered beneath the surface for far too long. Furina’s hands, unbidden, found their way to Hu Tao’s shoulders, pulling her closer, their bodies pressing together. The silk of their garments rustled, a soft symphony accompanying their growing passion.

As the kiss intensified, a sudden, playful giggle broke the spell. Furina’s eyes snapped open, her breath catching in her throat. Standing in the doorway, a mischievous grin plastered across her face, was a third figure. It was none other than Xiangling, her usually bright and cheerful demeanor now laced with an almost electric charge. She held a steaming plate of what appeared to be a rather… experimental-looking dish, adorned with more glowing spectral flowers. “Surprise!” she chirped, her voice a little breathless. “Hu Tao said you might need some… after-dinner treats. And I brought… extras!”

Hu Tao chuckled, a low, rumbling sound of amusement. “Xiangling, you always know how to make an entrance. And yes, you are absolutely correct. This is precisely the kind of… invigorating addition we needed. Come in, dear girl, don’t just lurk in the doorway.” She gestured for Xiangling to join them, her eyes never leaving Furina’s, a silent understanding passing between them. Xiangling, sensing the palpable energy in the room, her usual boundless enthusiasm tinged with a delightful nervousness, approached them with a curious, eager gleam in her eyes. She placed the plate on a nearby table, the aroma of the spiced concoction filling the air, and then, with a hesitant but determined step, she joined them on the cushions.

The initial surprise quickly dissolved into a shared warmth. Xiangling, though often boisterous, possessed an innocent sensuality that was incredibly alluring. Furina found herself captivated by the way Xiangling’s gaze met hers, a flicker of curiosity and a hesitant invitation. Hu Tao, ever the orchestrator, settled back, her arm now draped possessively around Furina’s shoulders, her other hand gently stroking Xiangling’s arm. The atmosphere shifted, the anticipation now tinged with a delightful sense of shared exploration, a gentle descent into a more intimate dance. The "threesome" tag, once a distant thought, now felt like a natural, exciting progression.

“So,” Hu Tao began, her voice a low purr, “we were just… contemplating the finer points of Liyuean hospitality. And it seems we have a rather talented chef on hand to… enhance the experience.” She winked at Xiangling, who giggled, her cheeks flushing. Furina felt a new wave of heat rise within her, the presence of Xiangling adding a thrilling dimension to the evening. The idea of sharing this intimacy, of exploring new facets of desire with two captivating women, was surprisingly exhilarating.

Hu Tao’s fingers, still resting on Furina’s shoulder, began to trace small circles, sending shivers down Furina’s spine. Xiangling, emboldened by Hu Tao’s open embrace and Furina’s quiet acceptance, moved closer, her knee brushing against Furina’s. The spectral flowers on the plate pulsed with a soft, inviting light, mirroring the warmth spreading through Furina’s body. The scent of the mysterious dish was surprisingly potent, arousing and intriguing.

“Your dishes always have… unique effects, Xiangling,” Furina murmured, her voice still a little breathy. “This one… it makes one feel rather… bold.” She dared to meet Xiangling’s gaze, and saw a flicker of understanding, a shared blush. Hu Tao, sensing the shift, leaned in, her lips brushing against Furina’s ear. “Oh, Xiangling’s culinary creations are always… stimulating. Especially when shared amongst friends.” Her breath was warm against Furina’s skin, a tantalizing promise.

Slowly, deliberately, Hu Tao’s hand moved from Furina’s shoulder, down her arm, and then, with a gentle pressure, began to unbutton Furina’s elegant dress. Each button that popped open released a sigh of anticipation from Furina. Xiangling watched, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and nascent desire. Hu Tao’s movements were graceful, almost reverent, as she allowed the silken fabric to fall away, revealing the delicate lace of Furina’s undergarments. The soft glow of the lanterns illuminated the exposed skin, making it seem even more radiant.

“You are truly exquisite, Furina,” Hu Tao whispered, her gaze full of genuine admiration. She then turned her attention to Xiangling, her fingers finding the hem of Xiangling’s simple tunic. Xiangling, her breath catching, offered no resistance, her own desire evident in the slight trembling of her hands as she unbuttoned Hu Tao’s own elegant attire. The air crackled with unspoken desires as the three women began to shed their outer layers, revealing a tapestry of soft skin and enticing curves. The "lesbian" and "yuri" themes were now blossoming into full, vibrant reality.

Hu Tao’s gaze fell upon Furina’s delicate décolletage, the swell of her breasts peeking from the lace. With a soft sigh, she leaned forward, her lips finding the soft curve of Furina’s collarbone. Furina gasped, her hands instinctively reaching for Hu Tao’s hair, tangling in the dark strands. Xiangling, her own heart pounding, watched the intimate exchange with a mixture of fascination and a growing urge to participate. She tentatively reached out, her fingers brushing against Furina’s bare arm, sending a fresh wave of shivers through the Archon.

“You’re so beautiful, Furina,” Xiangling whispered, her voice shy but earnest. “Your skin is so smooth.” Furina, caught between the intoxicating touch of Hu Tao and the tender caress of Xiangling, felt her entire being hum with pleasure. She turned her head, her eyes meeting Xiangling’s, and offered a small, shy smile. “And you, Xiangling… you have a very… comforting presence.”

Hu Tao, ever the skilled conductor, guided the unfolding intimacy. Her lips moved from Furina’s collarbone to the delicate curve of her breast, her tongue tracing a teasing path over the lace. Furina’s back arched involuntarily, a soft moan escaping her lips. Hu Tao then gently peeled away the lace, revealing the full beauty of Furina’s breast. Her eyes, pools of molten gold, widened in appreciation as she took one of Furina’s nipples into her mouth. The sensation was electrifying, sending waves of intense pleasure through Furina.

Xiangling, emboldened by the open display of affection and the undeniable sensuality, moved to Furina’s other side. She knelt, her gaze fixed on Furina’s exposed form, her breath catching in her throat. With trembling fingers, she reached out and gently cupped Furina’s breast, her thumb stroking the already sensitive nipple. Furina gasped, caught between the skilled ministrations of Hu Tao and the adoring touch of Xiangling. It was overwhelming, divine, an experience that transcended anything she had ever imagined.

“Oh, this is… incredible,” Furina breathed, her voice thick with arousal. She felt a profound sense of surrender, of being utterly adored. Hu Tao’s mouth continued its delicious work, while Xiangling’s gentle caresses sent tremors through her body. The "paizuri" tag began to weave its way into the narrative as Furina, in a moment of shared desire, gently guided Hu Tao’s head towards her other breast, allowing Xiangling to continue her ministrations with her free hand.

Hu Tao, ever the playful one, looked up, her lips stained with desire, and met Furina’s gaze. “Are you enjoying yourself, my dear?” she asked, her voice a silken whisper. Furina could only nod, her eyes wide with pleasure. Xiangling, too, was clearly captivated, her touch growing bolder as she explored Furina’s other breast with growing confidence.

Then, Hu Tao’s gaze shifted to Xiangling. “Your turn, my dear chef,” she purred, her voice laced with an unspoken invitation. Xiangling blinked, a little surprised, then a shy smile spread across her face. She looked at Hu Tao, then at Furina, and a shared understanding passed between them. Hu Tao, with a gentle nudge, guided Xiangling’s head towards her own exposed breast. Xiangling, her heart pounding, hesitated for only a moment before tentatively taking Hu Tao’s nipple into her mouth. Hu Tao let out a soft sigh of pleasure, her own eyes fluttering shut as Xiangling’s innocent but eager ministrations began.

Furina, observing this, felt a surge of possessive desire, mixed with a profound appreciation for the shared intimacy. She reached out, her fingers gently caressing Xiangling’s back as the younger woman focused on Hu Tao. The "foursome" was no longer a distant concept; it was unfolding organically, a beautiful, passionate entanglement. The initial "threesome" had gracefully evolved into a more complex, equally exhilarating dynamic.

Hu Tao’s hands, free from their initial task, moved to caress Furina’s belly, her fingers tracing the delicate curve of her waist. Then, with a languid grace, she moved lower, her touch finding the silken fabric of Furina’s remaining undergarments. Furina’s breath hitched as Hu Tao’s fingers delicately worked at the fastenings, her touch both gentle and undeniably possessive. As the fabric parted, Hu Tao’s gaze raked over Furina’s exposed core, a low groan escaping her lips. She then leaned in, her lips brushing against Furina’s inner thigh, sending tremors of anticipation through the Archon.

Xiangling, having satisfied her curiosity with Hu Tao’s breast, looked up, her eyes wide and curious as she observed the unfolding intimacy between Hu Tao and Furina. Hu Tao, ever the enabler, smiled at her. “Come, Xiangling,” she invited, her voice husky. “There is plenty of pleasure to go around. You have shown such delightful skill with Furina’s breasts, perhaps you would like to explore… other avenues of appreciation?”

Xiangling blushed, her gaze flicking between Hu Tao and Furina. The unspoken invitation was clear. She hesitantly moved from her position, her eyes never leaving Furina’s. Hu Tao, still maintaining contact with Furina, gently guided Xiangling’s hand towards Furina’s waiting form. “Feel,” Hu Tao whispered, her voice a warm caress. “Explore.”

Xiangling, her hands trembling slightly, obeyed. Her fingers, tentative at first, brushed against the soft, sensitive skin of Furina’s inner thigh. Furina’s breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut again as she surrendered to the escalating pleasure. Xiangling, her shyness melting away with each passing moment, grew bolder, her touch becoming more intimate, more exploratory. She found herself drawn to the very core of Furina’s desire, her fingers brushing against the sensitive folds.

Meanwhile, Hu Tao’s attention was now solely focused on Furina. Her lips moved lower, tracing a path down Furina’s stomach, her tongue tasting the salt of her skin. Furina’s hips arched, a silent plea for more. Hu Tao’s ministrations became more direct, her tongue teasing and exploring the sensitive entrance to Furina’s core. The "blowjob" tag was now in full, glorious effect, as Hu Tao expertly lavished attention on Furina’s most intimate desires.

Furina cried out, her body wracked with exquisite pleasure. The intensity of Hu Tao’s skilled mouth, combined with the gentle exploration from Xiangling, was almost too much to bear. Her hands instinctively reached out, gripping Xiangling’s shoulders for support, while her other hand tangled in Hu Tao’s dark hair, guiding her deeper. The spectral flowers on the table seemed to pulse with an even brighter luminescence, mirroring the feverish glow of their shared passion.

Xiangling, witnessing Furina’s raw ecstasy, felt a powerful wave of arousal wash over her. Hu Tao, sensing this, looked up from her passionate ministrations and met Xiangling’s gaze, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “You are doing wonderfully, my dear Xiangling,” she murmured, her voice thick with shared pleasure. “Perhaps now is the time to… fully embrace the experience, wouldn’t you agree?”

With Hu Tao’s encouraging words, Xiangling’s initial hesitations completely dissolved. She moved closer, her own desires now a palpable force. She knelt before Furina, her gaze full of adoration and burgeoning lust. Hu Tao, still connected to Furina, gently shifted her position, creating an opening for Xiangling to join. Furina, her senses overwhelmed, met Xiangling’s eager gaze, a silent invitation passing between them. With a soft gasp, Xiangling’s mouth found Furina’s core, joining Hu Tao in a symphony of pleasure. The "foursome" was complete, three women united in a passionate embrace, their individual desires weaving together into a singular, overwhelming sensation.

The sounds that filled the chamber were a symphony of moans, sighs, and whispered encouragements. Furina, caught between the skilled ministrations of two lovers, felt herself spiraling towards a climax she had only ever dreamed of. Hu Tao’s tongue worked with practiced expertise, her mouth a source of intense pleasure, while Xiangling’s eager tongue mimicked her, their combined efforts pushing Furina closer and closer to the edge. Furina’s hands moved between them, caressing Hu Tao’s head, stroking Xiangling’s hair, lost in the exquisite sensations.

Hu Tao, seeing Furina’s pleasure reaching its peak, shifted her focus. With a knowing smile, she guided Furina’s hips to meet her lips more directly, while Xiangling continued her devoted ministrations. The interplay was breathtaking, a testament to their shared intimacy and burgeoning trust. Furina cried out, her body convulsing as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her. Her climax was not a singular event, but a cascading waterfall of ecstasy, amplified by the presence and touch of both Hu Tao and Xiangling. She felt utterly consumed, utterly adored, utterly satisfied.

As Furina’s tremors subsided, she lay breathless, her body sated and her mind blissfully serene. Hu Tao, her lips still glistening, looked up at Furina with a tender smile, her eyes filled with a deep affection. Xiangling, her face flushed with a mixture of excitement and shyness, leaned in and gently kissed Furina’s cheek. “That was… amazing,” Xiangling whispered, her voice still a little breathless.

Hu Tao, ever the observant one, turned her attention to Xiangling. “And you, my dear Xiangling, have proven to be a most… enthusiastic participant,” she purred, her voice warm. She then shifted her gaze to Furina, a playful glint in her eye. “Perhaps it is time for you to experience the… joys of return, Xiangling? After all, our dear Furina has given us such a delightful demonstration of her appreciation.”

Xiangling, her eyes widening slightly, looked at Hu Tao, then at Furina. A shy smile bloomed on her face. Hu Tao, with a gentle nudge, guided Xiangling’s head towards her own waiting lips. Xiangling, her shyness momentarily forgotten, eagerly met Hu Tao’s kiss. Furina, watching the intimate exchange, felt a wave of possessive warmth and admiration. She reached out, her hand resting on Hu Tao’s back, and her other hand found Xiangling’s. The connection between them was palpable, a tapestry of shared desire and burgeoning affection.

The rest of the night unfolded in a haze of whispered confessions, gentle caresses, and shared intimacy. They explored each other with a newfound boldness, their bodies entwined, their desires intertwined. Furina, no longer the guarded Archon but a woman relishing in the warmth of shared affection, felt a profound sense of peace and belonging. Hu Tao, the playful orchestrator of this passionate ballet, reveled in the joy of bringing these two beautiful women together, and Furina, the radiant star around whom their desires now orbited, was utterly captivated. The night, like the spectral flowers, bloomed with an ethereal beauty, a testament to the power of connection, desire, and the unexpected joys found in the embrace of genuine affection.