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“Ah, there you are, comrade!”
You turned around, jumping a bit from the sudden noise. Liyue had changed a lot since you last left it. It was much louder, and there were a lot more people now. It both amazed you and terrified you how quickly this nation had recovered from the event 500 years ago. Even the flower shop that you had come to own had changed, now serving as a teahouse. It alarmed you, but you knew it was for the best interests of the people of Liyue.
Now, sitting by Zhongli near Wanmin Restaurant, a new figure joined the fray.
He was a tall figure, lanky with a mop of ginger hair on top of his head. Thousands of freckles dotted his face like constellations, with a pair of vacant yet somehow expressive blue eyes peering down at you. He didn’t look dangerous, but that smile of his and the way his eyes darted back and forth to the Millileth passing by made you wary of him. You would have to keep a close eye on him for sure.
“Ah, there you are, Childe, I was wondering when you might appear. Seems you are right on time,” Zhongli noted, putting down his cup of tea. “Come, sit with us.”
“Well, it would be my pleasure! I got time on my hands, and I wanna know who this cutie is right beside me.” The man in question, Childe, sat down placing his elbows on the table and clasping his hands together. “So, what’s your name, hmm? Or should I just stick to either comrade or any compliment of your choosing?” He chuckled, staring at you with interest. You cleared your throat, readjusting yourself in your seat.
“My name is Y/n, and for the record, I am Zhongli’s spouse.”
That seemed to get his attention, and thankfully you got to watch the color drain from his face as you said that. “O-Oh, I see! My mistake, honestly. Mr. Zhongli here never told me he had a spouse in the first place!”
“That is because I wished to keep them secret. It was for their own safety that I chose not to disclose that they existed.” Zhongli hummed, keeping his hand on your thigh. He may have seemed calm to those who didn’t know him well, like Childe, but you knew that his patience was being tested by how hard your thigh was being gripped by him. Even after five hundred years of being separated from your beloved, there was nothing that Morax could do to hide how possessive he could be of his treasures. In a way, it was almost endearing.
Throughout the meeting with the Eleventh Harbinger, you shared a little bit about yourself with the young Fatui. Your life, about your flower shop that has now become a teashop in your absence, and your marriage to Zhongli. He listened intently to you, your husband, hanging off every and any word you said. Even Childe was invested in what you had to say.
Eventually, Childe had said his goodbyes, claiming he had business to attend to in Inazuma. “It really was a pleasure meeting you, really! But, I have to be going now. Duty calls and all that. We should meet again sometime, I would definitely love to hear more of your spouse, Mr. Zhongli.” Childe chuckled, sending a joking wink your way and disappearing off into the crowd. If there were any word to describe the man you had just encountered, it would be “interesting.” Nonetheless, that would have to be a conversation for another day.
You had bigger things to deal with.
“My heart.”
You squeaked, turning around slowly to look at Zhongli. To an outsider gazing in on the conversation, it seemed like nothing out of the ordinary. But you? You knew better. You knew that look of hunger, desperation, desire, and ferocity better than anyone else in all of Teyvat. You have seen in countless times in countless heated moments both behind and outside closed doors. It is a look that gave you one single warning: “Run from me, or be devoured by my lust.”
“Once we are home, my bride, I fully expect you to hide from me. There will be no telling just how rough I will be with you,” Zhongli whispered to you, sending shivers down your spine as his breath hit your neck and his hand pulled you in by the waist. “That is if you can still take all of me, hmmm?” He chuckled, walking off with you hand in hand and leaving your mind to wander and think of all the pleasurable sins that he would commit on you when you were finally alone.
Zhongli was not human. And they that he had hunted you down in the house that the two of you now shared was evident of this fact.
How he prowled amongst the furniture like a wolf hunting down a sheep, how every step he took made you stiffen up, all for the sake of him not finding you too soon. It was thrilling, sure, but it has been so long since you have seen him like… This . A feral mess of a god that had nothing on his mind other than the opportunity to get another taste of you, to feel more of you. Like your body was the only thing that could bring him back from the throes of hunger and desire, which was true when you think upon it.
“Where could my little bride possibly be? Surely they do not hide from me because they are frightened, no no no. It must be because this is what brings them pure pleasure . The thrill of having the former Geo Archon hunt them down with the single intention of devouring them whole. They hide because they know that this little game is the best chance they have at being fucked senseless into a whining, drooling, moaning mess by me. By Morax .” You heard Zhongli growl, his voice coming somewhere from the right of you. Gods, how his voice made you tremble with fear and lust. How his voice made you grow more and more aroused and made you shudder with anticipation. It only reminded you of just how excited Zhongli could get when you were hiding from him like a scared little rabbit. You shifted slowly to the other side of the couch you were hiding under, praying that he didn’t hear you move.
Oh, how prayers can go unanswered.
To your despair, Zhongli had heard you. He had heard you very well, in fact. You watched as his tail came into view in front of your face, then had the breath knocked out of you as you were dragged from under the couch. You squirmed and tried to wiggle free, but the grip that Zhongli had on you was too tight for you to run away from. “There you are, my little bride. And here I thought it would take me ages to find you.” Zhongli grinned, holding you close to his chest and keeping a firm grip on your waist. No… This wasn’t Zhongli. This image before you, this god amongst men…
This was Morax. You were dealing with Morax now.
Gone was the look of gentleness and care, now replaced with lust and longing. This was not an encounter where Morax would be gentle. This was going to be a long night for you both.
Here you were, in the throws of pleasure and lust, crying out desperately for more and clawing at Zhongli’s back. He hasn’t stopped in so long, his once gentle moans and whispers now became loud growls and grunts as he sank his teeth into your flesh. His cries echoed throughout your your room, with notions about how sweet you tasted, how your blood tasted better than the greatest osmanthus wine. How tight you felt around him, how as soon as you have him the word, he would gladly fill you with his brood of eggs.
“Cum for me, my sweet bride. I want all of Liyue to hear exactly who you belong to, who has added you to his never-ending hoard of treasures. Who has made you his bride, hmm? Tell me, if you can even manage to speak proper words. Even if you can’t, I would already know the answer. Your body tells me all I need to know.” The god groaned in your ear, his hand reaching down to stroke your sex at a fervent pace. There was little you could do to keep your moans at bay from this onslaught of pleasure. And like he commanded of you, you shouted not just to Liyue, but to the high heavens themselves who you belonged to.
“Morax, I– I belong to Morax! No one else can have me, I swear it—” You cried, your nails digging into his back and tugging at his silky hair. You could barely concentrate on the two thick girths sliding in and out of you at immeasurable speed, you could barely keep up. It was like your mind and senses have become foggy, with the only clear thing being that you wanted Zhongli to break you.
And break you he did.
Not even moments later, the two of you released in sync, heavy panting and whining coming from both of you as you shared breathy kisses with each other. This is what you have missed… Blissful moments right after the fucking of your lives, being held in each other's arms as you each come down from your highs.
How you have missed this feeling oh so much.