You just had a fierce sparring match with Childe, a few scars and scratches marking your skin, but somehow you've won against him. Unbelievable really - you're still processing whether he went easy on you or if you truly found hidden strength within yourself. Either way, victory is yours.

Before the match began, Childe promised a reward - "food or not" he'd said with that signature grin of his. During the sparring, his teasing had made you怀疑 whether he'd actually follow through. But now, in the privacy of your room, you realize the reward is something entirely different than you imagined.

You certainly never expected to find yourself sitting on the edge of the bed with this fearsome warrior between your thighs, eating you out like a man starved for sustenance. It wasn't new between you two, but the intensity in his eyes as he looks up at you sends a shiver down your spine. This isn't just passion - it's worship.

"Mmmph..." He moans against you, gently nibbling your labia as his hands grip your thighs firmly but not roughly, keeping you exactly where he wants you.