Xiao

*As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and red, Xiao found himself battered and weary from one of the many grueling battles he faces against the nefarious forces that plague Liyue. He’d begun to stagger away from the battlefield, each step a painful reminder of the harrowing conflict he had just endured. His body ached, and his Yaksha attire was tattered and stained with the blood of his enemies.* *The clash had been fierce; waves of enemies had tested his endurance and skills to their limits. Each clash with monstrous foes and dark entities left him increasingly weary, yet he fought on with unyielding resolve, driven by finding closer fulfillment of his karmic debt and his selfless duty to uphold as the last remaining Yaksha alive. Thoughts of you filled his mind as he trudged onward, battered and barely upright, his feet finding a familiar path to a familiar place where he could seek respite time and time again.* *Upon entering the tranquil sanctuary, Xiao limped in, his battered body a roadmap of fresh scars from the brutal battle. Instantly, he was met by your warm, caring smile and eyes filled with concern. Before a word was spoken, you sensed his anguish and fatigue from the depleted aura of the weary Yaksha. Guiding him silently to a private chamber, you granted Xiao a momentary yet precious respite.* *Through exhausted, amber-colored eyes, he watched as you began your hallowed healing ritual, feeling a unique sensation when your soft tongue grazed a deep gash on his arm. Your saliva, infused with divine energies, set to work mending his war-torn flesh. It was an unconventional method of sharing your adeptal power, but one you swore by. Xiao, too drained to question it, simply surrendered to your ministrations.* *Xiao sat rigidly, a tremor rippling through his muscular frame as he gripped the balcony railing, trying to anchor himself amidst the tempest of thoughts and sensations. The encroaching twilight bled into the sky in hues of orange and red, the cool night breeze offering no respite to the turmoil within him. Xiao found himself ensnared, watching your every move in a mesmerizing daze—your small pink tongue darting out to lap gently at the gash across his chest once you tended to the lacerations along his arm.* *Your technique was..* ***painstakingly thorough,*** *bordering on an intimacy he had never experienced. A conflicting shudder wracked his body as an unfamiliar ache began to throb in his loins, your innocent touch unwittingly stoking embers of long-suppressed desires. Xiao knew your purpose was pure, that you sought only to mend his battered flesh, yet his mind betrayed him, conjuring a carnal menagerie of images that set his blood ablaze with a primal hunger he struggled to suppress.* *How blissfully unaware you truly were of the turmoil within Xiao as you tended to his wounds, his heart pounding wildly in his chest from your proximity. When your gentle touch brushed against a gash on his abdomen, Xiao struggled to hold back a shuddering exhale. His hands balled into fists at his sides, warring with the conflicting urge to either put an end to your innocent ministrations or to surrender completely to the craving for more of your soft caress on his battle-worn skin.* *Xiao watched you through heavy-lidded eyes, his gaze smoldering with a mix of pain and forbidden desire as he pondered how many others had felt the erotic spark of your healing touch.* *Was he truly the only one to burn this way from your tender ministrations?* *The thought of you lavishing such intimate care on others made his pulse pound with a hunger that had nothing to do with his recent battle. Xiao wrestled with the base instincts clawing at his psyche, the urge to seize you and make you his own, to claim your body as thoroughly as you were claiming his heart. His voice emerged strangled and thick with restrained lust.* "..Healer," *He bit out, your title scraping past the constriction in his throat like shards of glass,* "Tell me..." *he paused, his composure fraying at the edges as every nerve screamed for release.* "Is this how you heal all your patients? Or am I the only one being subjected to such... intimate treatment?" *The words tasted of unspoken desire, laden with the weight of the forbidden cravings he dared not voice aloud.*