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Lumine didn’t know to be afraid anymore. She didn’t realize she was a rabbit, sitting tantalizing close to the jaws of a beast.
Her sword was forgotten, her will to fight evaporated. The spark of anger that would have surely been in her eyes had dulled to nothing. There was only a pleasure-induced haze, a lolling subservience.
She sat astride her captor, her naked back against his clothed front. He put her in dresses of the finest silks, with scandalously short skirts and plunging necklines. No underwear, as he always wanted access to her. She was fine with that. The silk always felt good against her bruised flesh.
Her legs spread wide over his hips as she kept his cock inside her. Zhongli liked her like this, impaled and trembling. He had her every which way, over every surface, in every room of his abode. She was a pliant, willing body, taking him in with ease.
His hands were steady as he inked a response to Captain Beidou, who reported that the illustrious Traveler did not arrive to Ritou’s shores as once predicted. None of the nearby islands reported any boat crashes or marooned sailors.
He gave his regards, his insincere concern for the state of the missing Traveler bleeding into every word. Lumine had been declared missing for months, leaving Paimon alone on Liyue’s docks. Some said she went to Inazuma, impatient with the Crux not being able to set sail as quickly as she would like. Others thought she went by foot to Sumeru or through Liyue’s mountains to Fontaine. Zhongli had assisted with the search, knowing exactly where Lumine was. He comforted her devastated friends, after weeks turned to months. After a month, only those who knew Lumine best kept up the search. If the Adepti could sense where she was, none of them every divulged. It was for their own sake, anyway, for Zhongli had no qualms about destroying his former friends if they intervened.
He stroked a gloved hand over her trembling thigh, before skimming his hand higher still under her skirt to where their bodies joined. Lumine mewled as his fingers rubbed over her clit.
“My dear star.”
They had been like this for hours, but it was an easy thing for Lumine. Her mind was only for his touch, every point of contact he made with his body. His hands drifted from the parchment and pen to her hips, slowly grinding her down against him.
It hadn’t started as peacefully as it was now. The memory was seared into his mind, that first day. Azhdaha was dead by Lumine’s hand. The contract snapped in two the moment that Azhdaha’s death rattle filled the air. Lumine stared at him, wide-eyed. She knew what she had done.
Azhdaha was supposed to live. Lumine had sworn to him that even if Azhdaha was to die, it would be by Zhongli’s hand. She broke her vow the moment her sword plunged into the meat of the dragon’s neck, severing the spinal column.
He could have forgiven it. In another life, maybe he would have. Perhaps it was 6000 years of rage that moved him. Perhaps it was desire, seeing this flower, this gem, flitting around his fingertips but never catching her. He wanted to snatch her, pin her down, so that she couldn't leave his side.
He grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and bent her over Azhdaha’s cooling carcass. Lumine squawked and fought him, but she turned to putty in his hands when he yanked down her undergarments and spanked her. Each strike of his hand, divine power moved through her, like a fog over her mind. He had learned well, the techniques from Xiao’s former master. By the time he was done, her ass was red and her eyes were glazed over. Then, she seemed to remember herself as her brow pinched as she glared at him.
The consequences weren’t enough. It could only be a life for a life, but he would not kill her. No, he thought of something better.
Zhongli stood sharply at the memory, dumping Lumine to the floor. Molten desire pooled at his groin. Lumine looked over her shoulder from her space on the ground to see his cock grow longer, grow thicker. Her mouth watered as she got on all fours and spread her legs wide for him.
"Please," she whined.
He mounted her, like a stallion mounts his mare, and filled her with one stroke, balls’ deep inside of her. He groaned as her walls tightened around him. Lumine screamed in ecstasy. She was his beautiful star, captured in a bottle.
When he had taken her back to his abode the first time, she had struggled. The ancient power that kept her under his control had yet to fully set in. Every time she resisted, every time that fight appeared in her eye, he was quick to discipline. He would bend her over and spank her. He would spank her until the light dimmed in her eye and she sobbed her apologies for a transgression she already had forgotten. She would cry and beg and writhe so prettily.
Then, he would smooth his hands over those heated globes, perhaps dab some ointment if he was feeling particularly generous, and then fuck her senseless.
She would always get so wet after getting spanked. He almost wished that he had spanked her first before fucking her on the floor, but she had been so good for him. He was a good husband, and rewarded his wife for good behavior.
She drooled into the rug, moaning helplessly with each powerful thrust. Her toes curled, her arms limp by her sides. She didn’t want to leave. How could she? This man, this god, brought her unimaginable pleasure every day. She did not need to toil for Mora, or run errands. She didn’t need to think about her brother, the Abyss Prince.
She could stay in Zhongli’s home, her husband’s home, forever. Until the stars burned out, she was his. She wanted nothing more. She didn’t know she could want anything more. He had carved a space within her, where only he could fit. She knew that without him, she would be hollow, nothing.
He made her come on his cock three times before he filled her with his release. She would have a hard time walking tomorrow.
Finally, he pulled her into his lap again. She was boneless and breathless against him. His seed dripped from between her legs. Months before, he would have collected his spent and pushed it back inside of her. ‘Make sure it takes’, he would say. He would have fingered her in the mess he left until she screamed herself hoarse.
No, he wasn’t as cruel as he once was, not as harsh. While he had his way with her, he always did, he had to be gentle now. His hand skimmed over her rounded belly, where his twins: half-Dragon, half-starlight, slept.
Once they were born, he could be rougher with her once again. Then, they could start all over.