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Lumine’s Cosplay Lusts
🕑 Added 2025-04-07 20:00:07 +0000 UTCDisclaimer: All characters depicted in this story are aged up to 18 or older, regardless of their ages in the original source material. This work is a piece of fanfiction, intended for entertainment purposes only, and does not reflect the canon of the original story. Content is created for an adult audience (18+) and may include mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.
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Ethan, 48 and frayed from years of corporate drudgery, hadn’t expected this detour. He’d arrived in the city for a business trip, his suitcase untouched in the hotel room, but the convention banners in the lobby—vivid and chaotic—had sparked his curiosity. Divorced and alone too long, he traded his tie for a whiskey and stepped into the whirl of costumes and pulsing LEDs, the distant clamor of cosplay contests humming in his ears. He felt out of place in his button-down and slacks until he saw her—white tunic clinging to her curves, golden hair spilling wild, thigh-high boots sculpting her legs. He didn’t recognize the character, but she was a vision that quickened his pulse.
She caught his stare and strutted over, twirling a prop sword. “Lost, old man?” she teased, her voice bright with a daring edge. “I’m Mia. This is Lumine from Genshin Impact.”
“Didn’t take you for a gamer,” he said, smirking. “But that costume’s breathtaking.” She laughed, a sound slicing through the con’s din, her youth—college-aged, fresh and vibrant—glowing beneath her confidence. “Mia” wasn’t her real name, just a mask for the shy girl who shrank into herself at home. As Lumine, she could shed that reserve, and she’d always fantasized about an older man, someone to guide her uncharted desires.
They lingered over drinks, her fingers grazing his arm in the crowded bar, a current igniting. She pressed against him, her tunic brushing his thigh, and breathed, “Ever wondered how a Traveler feels under all this?” His chest tightened, desire flaring. “Let’s see,” he replied, voice low, leading her back to his hotel room. He fumbled the keycard, her giggle pricking his nerves as he grumbled, finally getting them inside.
The door clicked shut, and he kissed her deeply, tasting the sweet, sticky heat of her con cocktail. She faltered as he eased her tunic off, peeling it away until it pooled on the floor. No lace, no barriers—just her bare, glowing skin. “Oh, heaven,” he muttered, eyes tracing her pert breasts, the soft curls framing her slit, already slick with want. She’s half my age and all my dreams, he thought, a flicker of wonder cutting through his need. He guided her to the bed, the rough sheets rustling, and parted her thighs. His mouth claimed her, tongue sliding slow through her silken folds, her sharp, sweet essence flooding him. She sighed, “Ethan—oh, yes,” her voice shaky as he teased her clit, sucking gently. Two fingers dipped inside, stroking her velvet core, and she tensed, a timid “Mmm—please—” escaping as her thighs pressed closer. Her breath hitched, a soft moan swelling to a startled, “Oh—it’s insane—” as she unraveled, her heat coating his lips, her body jolting with a sob, the sensation vast and new.
He pulled back, wiping his chin, and paused, drinking in her flushed, shivering form—a moment to savor before more. He reached into his bag, pulling out a strip of condoms, setting them on a tray with a husky, “Ready for you.” She smiled, still catching her breath. “No need, Ethan. It’s my safe week. I want you—every drop.” Her words lit him up, and he shed his clothes, his length aching with long-pent need.
He climbed over her, pinning her wrists gently, but lingered, unwilling to rush. He’d been dry too long, and her young body—soft, eager, alive—was a feast he craved to relish. He brushed her slit with his cock’s head, tracing her wet petals slow and deliberate, grazing her clit until she pleaded, “Please—I need you inside.” But as he nudged forward, her tightness resisted—unyielding, a whisper of her inexperience. “So small, sweet girl,” he breathed, awe lacing his tone, teasing her entrance with shallow dips, easing her open. Her cheeks pinked, shyness surfacing as she bit her lip, muttering, “I—I haven’t done this much… be gentle?” He nodded, entranced, pressing in with care, her heat stretching around him, snug and molten. “You’re divine,” he murmured, swaying into her slow, the bed’s creak blending with her faint sighs. Her eyes widened, a quavering “It’s hitting me—” spilling out. Her fingers gripped his arms, body arching as the wave grew, immense and unfamiliar. She cried, “Oh—yes—Ethan!” her core pulsing, a torrent that drew him in, his groan deep as he released, a hot flood that left her shivering beneath him.
She nudged him back, climbing atop him, Lumine’s boldness flickering over her nerves. “I want to try,” she said softly, sinking down, her hips swaying tentative then sure. Her nails grazed his chest, the wet rhythm of their union sharp in the dim room. Sweat beaded on her skin, her hair a tangled halo as she moved, sighing, “Ethan—oh, it’s so good—” A shy laugh broke free, then a gasp, “I think I’m gonna cum again—” Her pace quickened, breath ragged, hands bracing as the pressure surged, deeper than before. “I’m losing it—” she whimpered, her heat tightening, her frame seizing as she broke, a high “Ahh—oh—yes!” ringing out. He steadied her hips, guiding her through, spilling into her again, a thick rush that wove with her dazed cries as she slumped against him, winded.
He eased her onto her side, spooning her close, his length brushing her tender entrance. Her wet slit, slick with their mingled glow, pressed against his softening cock, and the heat—raw, slick, electric—stirred a second wind, one last hurrah. “One more, sweet girl,” he whispered, angling her hips with care, his reviving hardness sliding in deep and slow. She exhaled, “Ethan—oh, it’s a lot,” her voice faint yet needy, shifting back to meet him. Her shy core peeked out, a hesitant “This still cool?” trembling free, and he kissed her neck, murmuring, “Perfect.” His arm circled her waist, pulling her flush, thrusts steady and deep, her silken depths yielding to him. Her breath grew uneven, a soft “Uhh, God…” turning to a frantic “It’s unreal—” as the sensation bloomed. Her skin flushed hot, a sheen of sweat on her neck, her thighs clenching as her pulse raced beneath his fingertips. He felt her tighten, her walls hugging him closer, a delicious ache building in his core. She tossed her head back, golden strands grazing his cheek, a breathless “I’m so close—” matching his own rising growl. Their bodies synced, slick and urgent, the bed’s groan a steady pulse. Her nails bit into the sheets, his hand slid to her thigh, and the tension snapped—they erupted together, her scream, “Yes!” blending with his ragged shout, a wild crescendo as he flooded her, her core spasming in relentless waves, their juices leaking out, intertwining in a warm, sticky tangle. She collapsed, weak and fucked silly, her limp frame melting into him, a slurred “You’re wild” barely audible—Lumine’s mask gone, her raw, spent self bare—her hair plastered to his damp chest, their mingled fluids pooling as sleep swallowed them whole.
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Esteban Seijo
Yummi!!! So hot and beautiful
