[EARLY ACCESS] SHRINK IMPACT | GENSHIN IMPACT - CHAPTER 34

Panic surged through you the instant Xianyun’s hungry gaze fell upon you. You felt sick. 

What you’d just witnessed—a living person reduced to a morsel and consumed, not by accident, but for a kind of sick pleasure—turned your blood to ice. And it was pretty damn clear why she’d shown you that display.

I’m next.

You scrambled backward across the lacquered tabletop, breathless, desperate to find some crack, some way to escape.

I have to get out of here! I have to get back to Mona and Ganyu–!

But the adeptus was too swift, too used to this. 

With a rustle of silks, she extended her slender hand, snatching you up very swiftly. Her grip was firm and unbreakable, fingers wrapping around your tiny form until you were helpless, limbs pinned.

“Now, now,” she chided softly, her breath stirring your hair as she drew you closer to her lips. “One expected more composure from a Traveler. Surely you have seen much—and yet, you tremble so sweetly.”

Xianyun dangled you effortlessly, letting your tiny form twist and shiver in her grasp. There was a strange fondness in her expression—a predator admiring a rare morsel, eager to savor the anticipation. She drew you closer to her lips, letting the warm wash of her breath tease your skin, but instead of ending it, she paused to speak, her voice rich and low.

“One wonders if you truly grasp the rarity of your predicament, little Traveler,” she mused, letting her tongue flick over her lips with unconcealed hunger. “This one did not always know of her talent. In her youth, she devoted herself wholly to Liyue—constructing, protecting, striving for order. And yet, in the solitude between clouds, one sometimes grows curious. Hungry, even.”

She traced you along her bottom lip, eyes narrowing with a glint of mischief and pride.

“Long ago, while crafting a containment charm, this one discovered her power. An accident, at first—a bandit reduced to a scrap of a man by a miscalculated sigil. He begged so prettily, so small and desperate, that one found it…fascinating. And then…Well. The rest followed as naturally as rain follows thunder.”

She let out a soft, almost musical chuckle. “The first taste was a revelation. Such flavor, such trembling life—one wondered how mortals could ever live, never knowing the pleasure of devouring another whole. Once tasted, the hunger does not subside. It becomes a joy as deep as any song of the mountains.”

Xianyun rolled you in her palm, voice dropping to a whisper as her lips brushed your ear.

“You look so shocked, but truly, what is the difference? Mortals consume animals, the strong devour the weak. Even your companions—were they ever to know how exquisite this feels, how sweet the terror and how perfect the fullness—they too would abandon all protest and savor the chance, just as I do now.”

She pressed you again to her mouth, letting you feel the heat of her tongue, the humid slickness of her anticipation.

“One is not cruel by nature. This is simply what one is, and what one must do. You, little Traveler, are a blessing of fate—a delicacy to be enjoyed slowly. Scream if you must, beg if you wish…it only adds to the experience.”

Her red-glassed gaze glimmered with anticipation as she parted her lips, holding you poised above her waiting maw.

“Know this: you will be remembered, if only in the pleasure of your passing. Now, let us both enjoy what comes next.”

Her mouth opened wider, the humid darkness yawning below, and you realized with mounting horror that she meant every word—this was not a test or a threat. 

Her voice was honeyed with anticipation. She let her tongue slip past her lips, the tip glistening as she traced it slowly around you—starting with your legs, then your torso, until you were slick and shivering, every inch of you coated in warm, slippery saliva. She drew out the process, savoring your taste, her eyes fluttering closed as she moaned quietly in delight.

“So delicate,” she murmured, rolling you gently in her mouth, her saliva soaking you to the skin. “So perfectly seasoned by fear and magic. This will help you to go down easily…”

Xianyun reclined onto her bed of cloud-pale silks, her robe falling open at the collar, baring a glimpse of her sizable breasts. She lounged back, propping herself on one elbow, and let her free hand wander languidly beneath her robes, shivering with anticipation, as she ventured towards that already slick and ready place.

Her grip around you loosened just enough for her to pinch your hips between her fingers and dangle you above her parted lips again. You stared down in horror at the slick, dark mouth below. Her tongue undulating, the hot rush of her breath washing over you, her throat flexing in anticipation. This time you had a proper view of it, and it was overwhelming.

She began to lower you steadily, letting you feel the humid heat radiating from her maw. Her tongue rose up to meet you, bathing you once more in thick, viscous saliva, every touch sending shudders of sick terror through your tiny body.

She moaned, low and pleased, her voice vibrating through your bones. “Fear not, little Traveler. You will bring one such pleasure—inside and out.”

With that, she pressed you gently into her mouth, closing her lips around you, tongue coiling with expert care as she tasted you. From outside, you’d see her cheeks hollow as she suckled, her eyelids fluttering, her body tensing as her pleasure built. 

Her free hand slid beneath her robes, stroking herself with the same slow, sensual rhythm as she toyed with you. Slipping against her folds, circling her clit. A typical ritual for her.

You felt her tongue press you up, mashing you against the roof of her mouth, coating you in yet more saliva. Her moans deepened, muffled and intimate, echoing around you. Each undulation of her throat grew needier, and as her pleasure spiked, you realized with terror that she meant to savor every last moment. Drawing out your helplessness as long as she could.

Xianyun let you rest on her tongue for a few final, blissful moments, savoring the trembling, the taste of pure fear that danced across her palate. Her eyes fluttered closed, her breathing shallow as she pressed two fingers more insistently against the slick heat between her thighs, curling them at the knuckle, pushing them in.

The feeling of total control—of holding a living soul poised helpless on the edge of her pleasure—made her dizzy with delight. It was always like this, every time. It never got old. 

Her tongue flexed, pinning you to the roof of her mouth, drawing a last whimper from your shivering form. She could feel every twitch, every tiny heartbeat, and the exquisite pressure of your fragile body against such sensitive flesh sent a shudder rippling through her. Her lips parted on a gasp, hips lifting slightly from the silks, thighs tensing with need.

Then, with a slow, languid motion, she tipped her head back and let gravity claim you. With a shriek, you slid to the entrance of her throat, her muscles relaxing in anticipation, ready to take you down to your doom.

As she swallowed, her throat flexed around you, drawing you down in a series of powerful, rippling contractions.

The sensation was intoxicating—her flesh molding to you, caressing every inch as she pulled you deeper and deeper inside. A moan escaped her, low and guttural, her body arching into her own touch as the swallow triggered a rush of pleasure so intense it almost hurt. 

She pressed her hand harder between her legs, chasing that sweet, shuddering peak as she felt you descend her gullet as a little lump, the bulge in her neck vanishing with a final, triumphant gulp.

The culmination…feeling you settle inside her, the knowledge that you were helplessly trapped within, the last traces of your taste lingering on her tongue…

It sent her over the edge. 

Her whole body trembled, muscles tightening as she climaxed, a deep, throaty groan escaping her lips. 

Then, she lingered there in the aftermath, breath coming in slow, ragged waves, one hand still pressed possessively to her stomach as she relished the fullness and the faint, desperate movements deep within.

Already you were struggling, but you should have known; there was no hope.

For Xianyun, there was no pleasure more exquisite: the devouring, the dominance, the satisfaction of both hunger and desire fulfilled in one slow, shivering moment.