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mercydarkrose · 2 months

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Zhongli x Reader (Smut)

Pairing: Zhongli x You/Reader (Female Reader)

Sexual content under the cut.

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You have known Zhongli for a very long time now. You were with him before, after and during the Archon War. You were his, closest companion, best friend and lover. Nothing could ever seperate you. But lately you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. Currently Zhongli has a new client, his name: Childe. They had become close friends, a bit too close. You knew you had nothing to worry about, but you couldn’t help but be worried.

Today Childe was over at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor for tea, once again. You couldn’t help but glare daggers at male as you poured tea into his cup, who was taking the attention of your beloved. He chuckled nervously.

“Mr. Zhongli perhaps you could convince your fair lady to stop glaring at me so.” He pleaded with his eyes.

Zhongli lifted his face from his tea, his gold eyes observing you and Childe. You had turned your gaze away from the latter looking at the teapot.

“I was doing no such thing.” You spoke softly and moved away from Childe’s seat.

Zhongli watched you and despite your words he could sense your hostility towards him. As you approached his side he grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap. You blushed softly putting your arms around his neck.

“Perhaps a bit of discipline is in order.” Zhongli spoke, his deep voice resonating through your body. Childe choked on his tea and put his cup down.

“Well in that case, I must thank you for your hospitality and be on my way.” Childe bowed politely and stood from his chair. Swiftly he left the parlor leaving the both of you alone.

“It seems you chased him away.” You let out a fake pout. Zhongli chuckled his hand sliding down your waist to your ass.

“Isn’t that what you wanted, my dear?” He brought his lips close to your ear. You shivered feeling his hot breath on it.

“Since you seem to be jealous of him,” he continued his hand that wasn’t on your ass traveled up inbetween the slit in your golden cheongsam* and up your thigh, “I’ll show you that you have no reason to be.”

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mercydarkrose · 8 months

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when you sleep on the couch after an argument

zhongli x reader

1.6k+ words | diluc + alhaitham

warnings: hurt/comfort, no pronouns used

mayyyy be writing the same with some other boys too👀

“okay.. okay! i get it zhongli,” you express loudly when you’ve heard enough of his words, dropping your tense shoulders and letting your head hang low as you rub the bridge of your nose between your fingers to try to ease the unshed tears that threaten to make their escape. except your words are a lie, you don’t get it and don’t know why can’t he understand where you’re coming from. he was always so understanding but tonight your conversation took a turn for the worse and somewhere in the heat of it all, understanding was lost and forgotten from the both of you. your strained throat can’t take much more of this and the shakiness of your words say as much. it's been a long day and an even longer night with your beloved towering over, unintentionally making you feel small both with his stature and choice of words. his tone was so unfamiliar to you, every word feeling like he was talking down to you and the volume of your own voice was something he hardly ever heard from you. even if you felt like you could scream you didn’t want this to continue, not knowing how much more your heart could take. “i’m tired.. let's go to bed.”

zhongli sighs and rolls his shoulders, letting your words and the knowledge you now understand his own lessen his frustration. with your discussion out of the way, tiredness and the need to show you his affection is all that remains. arguments are few and far between with the ex archon, for more reasons than one but most of all, he would hate to be the cause of your sadness. all he ever wanted was to love you. after feeling so far away from you this entire discussion, laying in bed and holding you against his chest sounds like the best possible way to end the heavy night. with a tired smile he reaches for you, ready to lead you back into the bedroom and go through your nightly routine together as you normally do but his smile, and his heart, drop when you walk past him without meeting his gaze and he hears the running water as you get ready by yourself.

in the bathroom, side by side, you wash your faces, brush your teeth and change clothes all without speaking a word to one another. you hardly even look at him but his topaz gaze finds you more than a few times, each quiet moment you don’t return his loving glances making the pit of nervousness in his stomach swirl uncontrollably.

“may i?” he boldly asks when you reach for the hairbrush he recalls purchasing for you when you first started dating, thankfully the day he saw it he had remembered his wallet.

“.. i’ve got it,” you reply quietly, grabbing the brush and working it through your hair. it felt like the words were being choked out of you but you do your best to steady your racing heart and stop the tears forming in your eyes. “i’ll be a bit longer.. you.. you don’t need to wait for me.”

“y/n..”

“it’s okay, everythings fine.” but you’re saying it to yourself just as much as you are him because maybe, just maybe, if you spoke it the universe would make it so, but it doesn't; it doesn’t stop the aching in your chest, it doesn’t silence the echo of his harsh words replaying in your mind, it doesn’t make the tears in your eyes not sting any more. “i’ll be ready soon.”

gulping, and despite his better judgment, he nods and makes his way to the bedroom, preparing your side of the bed before sliding into his own. he hates how tight his stomach feels but he’s certain it’s nothing that holding you and getting some sleep can’t fix. it’s far past when you normally go to bed and now that you had come to a compromise and his body rested against the plush sheets he notices just how tired he actually is. yes, some sleep would do you both good.

he hears the bathroom door close behind you and smiles sweetly, hopefully, his heart feeling lighter the closer you get to your side of the bed.

“sh-”

the feeling of his heart dropping into the - now feeling endless - pit of his stomach stops his words from forming fully and has his smile turning into something sorrowful. but you wouldn’t have seen the pain he wore on his visage from behind the pillow you grabbed and buried the bottom of your face in.

“what are you doing?”

“i- i’m gonna go sleep on the couch..” you bite your bottom lip, hating how little of a shield this pillow made when all you wanted to do was hide from his ember eyes. sometimes you really hated how even when you can’t see them you can still feel them on you. “i’d just like some space right now..”

for the first time in a long time the ex archon felt worthless in his knowledge. zhongli thought he was getting better at grasping the entirety of human emotions but as he tries to process what is going on in your emotions, not sure of what to make of them and honestly not even sure of what the significance of sleeping on the couch is, he starts to realize he may not be as close as he thought and he’s forced to watch the distance he felt between you before grow vaster than he thought possible. the only thing he knows for certain is he would never deny you of what you needed, including space from him.

he can only watch as you grab an extra blanket from the closet and quietly, with gentleness that wouldn’t disturb a fly, close the bedroom door behind you. he wishes you’d at least slam the door behind you, yell at him, give him some physical form of indication that you’re still mad at him, that his argument wasn’t over because this is so much worse.

despite how tired he felt before, he can’t sleep a wink and for far too long he watches the door until eventually his gaze ends up focused on the ceiling above your shared bed, images of your argument replaying in his mind, guilt building higher than the mountains he’s created in all of liyue the longer he reflects on the truth of what happened; how he spoke to you as if you were a child and he a frustrated fool only trying to make sure his point comes across, not listening to your words or seeing how wet your eyes were filled with unshed tears or when your voice was strained with every word you spoke. not changing course when you hid from him and rubbed your nose in an attempt to calm yourself, a nervous habit he knows you have and normally is the only thing to help makes it better. his heart breaks realizing this argument was never truly resolved, all while he was blinded by his feelings about it and was fine with the conclusion but this he was far from fine with. whatever this sleeping on the couch custom was, he hated it, it makes him want nothing more than to hold you in his arms.

hoping you’ll forgive him for not respecting your wishes to be alone, he makes his way down the hallway, his heart stopping him in his tracks when he sees you balled up uncomfortably on the couch, your wet cheeks glistening in the light coming from the bedroom. you must have only fallen asleep a little while ago, with your heart so full of anguish he had caused. watching you now he’s never felt so small, a pebble amongst the tallest mountains that threaten to collapse against his aching chest.

he couldn’t let this continue.

“z-zhongli?” your voice croaks at the feeling of being moved, strong arms adorned in black and gold bringing you safely against the chest that holds that heart that belongs to you. you're too tired to fight it, but even if you weren’t you aren’t sure you’d resist his touch or that your hands could ever resist the warmth of his chest. “what -”

“this isn’t right.” he whispers as he takes steady steps away from the living room to where you rightfully belong; in the comfort and safety of his arms. his forehead resting tenderly against yours. the smell of him invades your senses, calms your racing heart, makes it hard to fight off the sleep you both desperately need. “forgive me, for not letting you sleep on the couch, for not realizing my actions and how they hurt you sooner.”

he’s so thankful you don’t try to get out of his arms and a wave of relief washes over him when he places you into the silky sheet and lets go of you, making his way to his side of the bed but you don’t get up to leave. still, the anxiousness- while much less than it was before - pumped through his veins at the uncertainty of if you wanted or needed to hear his apologies now, if he was allowed to touch you, if he had done the -

all of his thoughts and worries stop when the bed dips as you scoot to his side and press against him, accepting being wrapped in his arms with a tired mumble of his name that has him pulling you flush against his chest. his lips press against your forehead, the love they hold seeping into your skin with every apology and confession of his love he speaks as you drift back to sleep.

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mercydarkrose · 8 months

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 4 - The Dragon In The Heat || Zhongli x fem!reader

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Summary: There is something your beloved Zhongli is hiding from you. Your curiosity ended up being the best solution.

Warnings: smut!

Word count: 1649

Author: Cass

A/N: the prompt for today is: Breeding

It was impossible to have a better lover than Zhongli. He was understanding, loving and deeply caring. You both don't hide your pasts, which meant there were almost no secrets between you.

"Almost no secrets" was a good word to use, since despite the fact that you were honest and shared your life, there were two things that bothered you.

He loved you, but he never claimed you and sometimes he locked himself in his study, only asking that you leave his meals by the door. No matter how hard you tried, he was able to get away without directly answering your question. It was annoying.

During his time of solitude, you finally had enough of his silly behavior and forced the answer from him. In the end, the two of you were together, so his problems were yours, just as yours were his.

As you knocked on the door and waited, you became angry the longer the silence continued. In your anger, you grabbed the door handle and realized the door was unlocked. "Zhongli, my love! I love you, but I'm getting tired of your behavior."

You tried this before; the door was ALWAYS locked. You entered the study without thinking much about it.

In truth, you were only here a few times, but you could already tell the room was unkempt.

The moment you laid eyes on the bed in the corner of the room, away from any windows, your snooping was ended. Based on what he told you before you moved in, he used this room as a study and a bedroom. Although it explained the bed, it did not explain what was sitting on top.

It was your Zhongli, but he seemed bigger than usual; his limbs and clawlike nails were black and gold; his head was adorned with long horns; and his massive tail lay comfortably beside him. His nudity was barely covered by the sheets.

As you approached, unsure of whether you should even ask, you whispered, "Love?"

He raised his head and opened his eyes, which also looked different from what they usually did. "What are you doing here?"

"As always, I was worried when you locked yourself in here. I wanted to make sure you were fine."

He was quiet for a moment, then improved his position on the bed, motioning for you to follow. Once you did, his clawed hand wrapped itself around your wrist. Keeping a tight grip on your waist, Zhongli pulled you to straddle him. In a low growl, he said, "My love, I apologize for worrying you. I didn't mean to."

It was possible to see his fangs from this close up.

"It makes you wonder what's wrong with me, doesn't it?" He asked.

The only thing you could do was nod, still a little fascinated by the changes you saw in him. You moved your hand to his neck where you noticed a few dark scales, caressing them gently with your fingers.

"No need to be so gentle, I'm not in any kind of pain," Zhongli chuckled, quite amused by your curiosity. Before speaking, he let out a low growl and nuzzled your hair. "You know me, I didn't hide much from you, but this is something I'm ashamed of. I didn't want you to see it."

You smiled softly as you nodded. "You were worried I would be afraid of you?"

"That too," he nodded, and you gasped loudly at the feeling of sharp claws grazing your belly; his hands even sneaked under your shirt without you noticing.

He explained, as he nuzzled your shoulder, smelling your scent, "I was more worried that once I got you in my hands, I would not be able to let you go until I was satisfied. I need you. I need your body," his hands easily pushed your bra high enough to grip your breasts, leaving you moaning in light pain.

It would be a lie to say that you disliked it, but you never expected this from him, and it wasn't something that you could refuse, on the contrary, you felt completely differently. His touch felt good and you wanted it. Or rather craved it.

"Take it. I'm all yours."

Even though your confession was nothing more than a whisper, he still raised an eyebrow when he looked at you. As he retracted his hands from under your shirt, he cupped both of your cheeks. "Are you sure about that? Once you agree, there will be no turning back."

Nodding eagerly, you confirmed your words.

He suddenly pulled you into a deep kiss, passing his long tongue across your lips without much delay. With his hands on your cheeks, you were unable to move away, leaving you completely at his mercy. During the kiss, his fangs gently knocked against your teeth, making the kiss needy and messy. After that, he pulled away to let you breathe, the only thing that connected you was a thin string of saliva.

In an attempt to catch your breath, your cheeks were covered in a deep red blush. It didn't take much to make you blush in his arms, this was hilarious. The next thing you knew, you were naked with Zhongli between your legs, your clothes ripped to shreds by his powerful claws.

He ate you like a starving man, holding you down by your hips so you wouldn't move. As his flexible tongue explored your insides, his sharp fangs grazed your clit; he reached as deep as you could never reach on your own.

The sensation in your lower belly made you moan his name loudly.

In spite of hearing your name fall from your lips, he wrapped his lips around your clit as his fingers replaced the tongue, filling you up and stretching you out.

Your warm walls were lightly grazed by the claws, causing you to grab on to the horns, earning a growl from him.

He shook your hands off and then moved up, reaching your neck, whispering, "Look at you. Already a whimpering mess for me. My sweet, little love. How could I keep you away for so long? What a fool I was," Zhongli hummed into your ear, making you moan with a quickened pace while his finger fucked your tight hole while his thumb played roughly with your bundle of nerves.

His pace led you to come hard, whimpering his name as your hips rose.

Zhongli removed his fingers and licked them, purring loudly as he tasted your sweet flavor. In between your legs, he growled, "Enough of these games."

After you calmed down, you noticed him removing the sheets covering him. His cock stood proud against his stomach. It was the same color as his limbs and was already leaking pre-cum. When he grabbed your hips and pushed his massive cock into your tight hole, you didn't have much time to react.

You could feel his warm breath on your shoulder as he leaned over. In an attempt to somehow manage the sudden pain of the stretch, you grabbed his horns tightly; it wasn't pleasant, but at the same time you wanted more.

His hips began to move as he chuckled, thrusting deep yet slowly. "Such a good girl. "You're taking me so well," he praised, pressing his clawed palm hard into your lower belly, making you whimper. "I'm gonna breed you, fill you up until you leak. I'm gonna make you mine."

"Please," you moaned, making him laugh at your eagerness.

He grabbed your hips hard enough that his claws dug into your soft skin, which likely left a mark tomorrow; his pace became strong and fast, reaching so deep, you could swear he was hitting your cervix with every thrust; your moans filled the room, followed by the noise of skin hitting skin.

He was just as close to you as you could tell from his growls and the way his teeth wandered along your neck and shoulder.

"I'll sign that contract," He muttered lowly before biting into the crock of your neck, certainly drawing blood as he filled you up to the brim with his hot, sticky cum.

Despite being stuffed full with it, you could feel it leaking out. When you felt this pleasant sensation, you pulled on the horns desperately, overwhelmed with relief.

"My little mate," Zhongli purred as his palm caressed your belly bulge. Pulling away, he smiled, "This will be your signature."

You were speechless; so much had happened that you couldn't speak. You couldn't be happier now, you were bound till the end. Now, all you wanted was to cuddle with your lower and rest. It wasn't going to happen any time soon for you, unfortunately.

Zhongli grabbed your waist and flipped you upside down. "There is no way that I will let you go, my love. I will continue to breed you until the wee hours of the morning."

So he did - he fucked you hard and fed you his cum all night without letting you rest.

The next morning was difficult.

Somehow, your beloved decided to have some mercy on you, and let the two of you rest a little.

It was you who woke up first. There were scratches and bite marks all over your body. It was obvious that you wouldn't be able to walk today due to the ache between your legs.

When you tried to move, a warm tail fell over your waist. Zhongli's careful eyes observed you when you raised your head.

"It's good to see you awake," he nuzzled you, purring happily as his tail fully surrounded you.

"Did you miss me while I slept?" You nuzzled back to him, and the silent response came straight from him. His hard cock pressed against your belly, ready to fill you up again.

There was a reason for him to lock himself away for a few days.

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mercydarkrose · 8 months

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Zhongli x Reader (Smut)

Pairing: Zhongli x You/Reader (Female Reader)

Sexual content under the cut.

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“Mr. Zhongli perhaps you could convince your fair lady to stop glaring at me so.” He pleaded with his eyes.

Zhongli lifted his face from his tea, his gold eyes observing you and Childe. You had turned your gaze away from the latter looking at the teapot.

“I was doing no such thing.” You spoke softly and moved away from Childe’s seat.

“Perhaps a bit of discipline is in order.” Zhongli spoke, his deep voice resonating through your body. Childe choked on his tea and put his cup down.

“Well in that case, I must thank you for your hospitality and be on my way.” Childe bowed politely and stood from his chair. Swiftly he left the parlor leaving the both of you alone.

“It seems you chased him away.” You let out a fake pout. Zhongli chuckled his hand sliding down your waist to your ass.

“Isn’t that what you wanted, my dear?” He brought his lips close to your ear. You shivered feeling his hot breath on it.

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mercydarkrose · 8 months

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Dragonfucking (fr now). ft full dragon Morax + gn!reader

cw/tags: PLEASE I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH THIS IS STRAIGHT UP DRAGON/HUMAN SEXYTIMES IF YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE DON'T READ. Xeno/dragonfucking, size difference, breeding kink, breeding, oviposition, Morax has two penises, praise kink, primal play??, biting, creampie, multiple orgasms, it's tender smut tho I swear <3.

notes: Remember when I said I was a degenerate? Yeah.... I want this dragon in particular to absolutely rail me sorry not sorry, originally it was gonna be just that but then woops my ovipos kink leaked in. It's all good tho <3 Also uh for the longest time I debated on what name to use?? Rex Lapis??? Zhongli?? Exuvia??? (that's just the dead carcass tho, right?) in the end I went with Morax bc idk it's his og god name soooo //shrugs

Was there anything more exciting, more primal and lustful and wild than this? You wondered.

You honestly doubted it.

Naked and sweaty, hair a mess, face flushed and eyes half-lidded, you lie on the bed face down as you present yourself to the archon, ass up in the air and your entrance dripping. Your arms were trembling in excitement, or perhaps still in the aftershocks of pleasure as you had thoroughly prepared yourself for this.

Laying with an archon? Already preposterous, taboo, blasphemy.

But this? Oh, this was on another level entirely.

Hard scales brush at your soft skin around your back and thighs, and you shiver in anticipation. Morax, in full illuminated beast form, hovers over you as a feral dragon about to mount a mate. He presses his body to yours, flexing his front talons to further keep you down, caging you against the sheets. You grip the silk and whine as he nuzzles you a little, fluffy mane tickling your skin and raising goosebumps.

Morax pulls back after the gesture and you crave it back immediately, that is, until you feel a large, sloppy, hot tongue sliding up against your hole, tasting you.

“F-ffffuuuck.” You wail tensing, breath coming out in short gasps.

“Yes, that is what I intend to do, my dear.” His voice echoes in your head, though the dragon himself only lets out a small huff.

In this form, the dragon god is large, imposing, majestic, possibly the most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen. His golden antlers glowing softly in the darkened room, large tail curling around you and not one but two dripping lengths that poke softly at your tight, hard and hot. They look distinctly different from each other and you gulp, knowing what’s to come.

You moan and shift a little, trying to entice him with a sway of your hips “M-Morax… please, I want-”

The tip of his larger cock rubs against you, trying to find your entrance, excitement and pure pleasure runs through your veins. It is a little difficult to maneuver in his illuminated beast form but it feels so good he can’t stop himself from grinding against you again and again. Hunched over and bucking languidly. His other shaft brushes against your skin with every wet stroke sending small shockwaves of pleasure through your body at the feel of the hot ridges. He’s panting heavily in your ear, muzzle nosing lazily at the back of your neck and shoulders, inhaling your scent.

You choke up a gasp once it clumsily catches on your soft stretched hole, the bulbous head slips past before he slowly starts to sink his throbbing cock into your wet heat. He growls as he feels your walls clench and pulsate, stretching around his thick length.

Your whole body tenses at the large intrusion and you almost forget how to breathe, hands clawing at the sheets as your heart rattles in your chest, and the feeling of something too big bullying it’s way inside your tight hole makes you burn with a mix of pain and pleasure. You groan and try to spread your legs further. It’s too hot, too thick, too much…

A different flash of pain crosses you when you suddenly feel sharp fangs at your shoulder making you see stars as your eyes widen with a gasp. Morax takes the chance to finally sink up to the hilt.

“Fu-fuck! Morax!” You breathe out, voice wobbly and high pitched already.

“Oh, my dear.” The dragon coos at you, rubbing his mane on your sweaty skin and licking at the bite mark “You’re doing so well, such a perfect mate, such a treasure.”

He stays still for a few agonizingly-long moments, giving you some time to adjust. You feel so full, so impossibly full. You blink away a few tears, slowly relaxing against the intrusion, Morax’s soft underside pressed against your asscheeks as his other cock drooled precum on the small of your back.

“Mo-Morax… I think… y-you can…” You manage, dizzily turning your head towards him and nuzzling your head against his scaly maw.

“Are you ready my love?” His voice washes over you, breath hot against your face. “These instincts… they won’t stop until you’re full of my seed. Swollen and spent with my clutch.”

There’s something comforting in the idea of being so wholly consumed by him, possessed by his love and trust, and the promise of a future. You want it, you want it all.

“Y-yes… my mate.” You mumble with a soft smile.

And so, the prime of the adepti starts moving. He’s careful, reverent and taking his time as he always does, he pulls himself out until only the head of his cock rests at your hole and slowly eases himself back inside. Your brain short-circuits, feeling the huge length mess up your insides, surely puffy and ruined by now.

Again and again he slides his cock inside, you trash and whine under him as his thrusts get harder and faster “F-full-” You sob, keening and arching off the silk sheets. “So full, so good, oh-”

The dragon fucks into you with abandon, panting and growling as carnal instincts take over, his large tail whipping after him, giant claws sinking and ripping apart fabric on either side of you. You feel like you’re slowly losing your mind, muscles already sore and sweat covering your body, that tight coil of pleasure curling and twisting at your gut with alarming speed.

Then you squeal as you feel that sinful cock swell a little, stretching your hole even more and forming a bulge at the base. You choke a noise between surprise and confusion and buck your hips up. The dragon growls deep and guttural, not in warning but rather a pleased approval.

Both of you were past words and rational thoughts, pleasure blinding as you reach your climax, your juices dripping down as the dragon thrusts once, twice, and the bulge slips forward inside your warmth.

An egg.

You scream, mind blank at the combined feeling of your orgasm and the egg entering you, forcing you open and sinking deep inside, round and heavy. Morax’s hips snap animalistically again with shallow powerful thrusts, barely moving from being seated to the hilt inside you.

For a while all is quiet as you slump into the bedding, panting loudly, overwhelmed. Morax immediately nuzzles at you, licking your cheek for good measure as a comforting gesture. His low rumbling almost akin to a purr as he soothes your moaning and squirming. All the while his large cock twitches inside you from time to time and he gives aborted little thrusts depositing egg after egg in your warm heat, drowning in the pleasure of laying inside his mate.

Stuffed full, drunk on hazy pleasure. Thoroughly bred by a dragon.

Nothing registers on your mind but him and pleasure.

You’re not sure how long he pins you there, fucking his eggs into you, and you lost count long ago. It takes a while for you to come back, moaning weakly as Morax cranes his neck and whispers praise against your skin. You press a soft kiss against his muzzle.

The he mumbles. “We are not done yet my love, I still have to-”

“Mhm.” You nod slowly.

Morax pulls out gently and shifts against you, tail prying your legs open to aid himself as his other cock kisses your entrance, the drooling precum making it slide in rather easily, smaller than the first, though covered in small ridges that pull and massage at your gummy walls. He bottoms out immediately making you sigh.

He starts slow again, rocking into you, but it quickly escalates to a mindless frenzy as the dragon ruts into you. You let out obscene mewls, fucking back against him, meeting his thrusts wantonly with every rise of your hips.

“Mine.” He growls possessively. “My mate, my clutch, all mine.”

You whimper and gasp letting out little shrill noises, the tip of his cock pressing against a special spot, it presses in deep and pulls at your insides. You know you won’t last long.

And thankfully, neither does he. The illuminated beast stills after a sharp thrust and all but roars as you feel a flood of cum pumping inside you, load after load. You cum as well, intense and blissed-out, spilling all over and whimpering from overstimulation. You feel heavy, so, so full, utterly claimed, the ridged cock plugging your hole and fertilizing the eggs swelling your insides.

It feels like an eternity as you lie there rolled on your side with the dragon curling protectively around you. Your messy entrance dripping fluids onto the destroyed silks but neither of you care, sated and fucked out. Your eyes feel heavy, your whole body exhausted as you almost doze off, your hand idly caressing your lower belly, marveling at the distinct bump you feel there.

A larger hand slides over yours, rubbing soft circles together before intertwining your fingers with glowing golden ones. Morax goes back to a more humanoid form, though still half and half with his tail draped around you affectionately, horns and geo markings still glowing.

“Well done, my love. So well done.” He presses a kiss against your hair and sighs deeply, in response you can only yawn and blink slowly, teetering the edge of unconsciousness. “Rest now, please.”

And so you do, with the promise of new life swirling with elemental energy inside you.

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