Imagine teasing Zhongli in his tiny dragon form...and it backfires.
"My daaaarling!" You smooch the bajeezums out of your husband, who is currently small, fluffy, and chonky for your cuddling convenience. "My precious sweetie pie!"
Tiny dragon Zhongli purrs in delight and licks your cheek, eyes blissfully closed as he enjoys the attention he's receiving. His little paws cling to your top as his chunky tail wags like crazy. On leisurely days like these, he adores lounging around like this with you. "Ah, there's not a single being softer, warmer, or cuter than you," you tell Zhongli, booping his little nose, and he gives you a mrrrrp! of agreement, wiggling.
Eventually, through all the cuddles and compliments you give him, a mischievous grin spreads across your face. You bring him closer to your face.
"Since you're smaller than me...shall I eat you?"
You laugh in delight as your fluffy little husband wriggles in dismay, but you're not letting go - you playfully chomp the air around him while he lets out soft whines, pawing and grrring in futility at you.
You can't help it; he's so much fun to tease! "So cute! I'm gonna eat you! Raaaah!"
He then decides he's had enough and morphs back into the human-form Zhongli you are most accustomed to.
"Oh! Hello my love!" You make to cuddle your now-grown man of a husband, but Zhongli adjusts his position over you so that he's practically straddling you now, his hands splayed on either side of your head. "Zh-Zhongli..?"
"Hm." He brings his thumb to caress your cheek. "I am that amusing when small, is it?"
"Well..." You squirm in embarrassment, and gasp when Zhongli nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, reveling in your scent. He then begins to make use of his teeth and tongue, making you shiver and whimper after his hot breath lingers.
"So cute." He softly bites your shoulder, a preamble for what was to come. His golden eyes gleam bright as the ghost of a teasing smirk plays on his lips.
Headcanon that Morax can flirt like CRAZY...except he's not really aware that he's flirting; he's just being sincere.
You see him seated, practicing various styles of traditional calligraphy with dexterous strokes of his brush. When you move closer you realise, as your heart skips several beats, that he's been writing your name - over and over in countless elegant styles.
When you bashfully ask him about it, he responds - with a deadpan expression, "It is a name most beautiful; one that flows from my ink as easily as water in a river."
You subsequently roll around on the floor, not knowing how else to channel your poor flabbergasted heart, as your divine lover calmly continues his calligraphic endeavors.
He'd be creating Mora from his body while you're lounging around on the bed. The deity would sigh, "Ah, all the gold I make cannot compare to this leisurely sight of you at peace."
You stare at him agog as he blinks back at you earnestly. His golden gaze is more intense than the sheen of the Mora, yet his expression is mundane. It takes everything in you not to chew up the pillows.
One day, he's telling you all about his visit to Fontaine, where he sampled some exquisite tasses ragout. He explains how the warm flavors masterfully mingled on his tongue and left him wanting more.
So you ask him, "Is it the most delicious thing you have ever tasted?"
Your god doesn't even hesitate before his answer. "Hm, not at all."
"Then what is?" You expect him to name a traditional Liyuen dish like Adeptus' Temptation, or Jueyun chilli chicken, or...
Morax maintains his beautiful poker face. "I would have to say...you have the most enjoyable taste."
You promptly head to the top of Mt. Tianheng and scream your lungs out.
Xianyun had learned that Rex Lapis was having the time of his life living as a mortal in Liyue Harbor, but couldn't figure out why.
She loved humanity, but upon moving to the harbor to emulate them herself, she quickly realised how wide the gulf was between immortal leisure and mortal struggles. Taxes...mortgages...customs that had been watered down through the centuries, morphing into ideals and practices that Xianyun could barely recognise. And as impressive as the Jade Chamber was (though the crane was too proud too admit it), there seemed to be a dearth of intriguing mechanisms and contraptions that could hope to hold a candle to Xianyun's own wondrous inventions.
And she had to find a job to be able to earn Mora to exchange for goods and services?! Surely even one as patient and accepting as Rex Lapis would find many of these day-to-day human tasks quite tedious, no? So then why...
She's pulled out of her thoughts by the unmistakable sound of Rex Lapis' laughter, ringing like ceremonial bells that could render even the most chaotic of crowds silent in reverence. Intrigued, she follows the sound and finds him sitting on some steps - but he's not alone.
You're sitting beside him, sidled up to him and chatting away animatedly, your words prompting even more pleasant laughter from the old god. He's feeding you little bites of almond jelly from a cup, keenly watching while you relish the taste. He lights up even more (Xianyun didn't think that was possible) when you give him a thumbs-up and lick your lips with a smile.
The emotion swirling in Rex Lapis' amber eyes...there is no doubt about it, it is love. Xianyun then notices the matching rings you and him wear, and suddenly it all falls into place.
It is you who makes even the mundane seem exciting to the god. When you have a beloved companion to brave the challenges of mortal life with, anything seems possible. Evidently Rex Lapis himself understands this, and that's why everyday, he comes home to you as the mortal named Zhongli, happily taking on the role of your husband.
Xianyun turns away from the scene, a newfound understanding dawning upon her. No wonder Rex Lapis always looks positively radiant these days.
Imagine shooting your shot at dragon-form Rex Lapis.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔
Rex Lapis is enjoying a tranquil afternoon in his lofty dragon form, out in the fields of Tianqiu Valley. His nation is currently at peace, so he can afford himself a day of relaxation out in the open. His fluffy tail goes swish-swish as his ever-twinkling eyes languidly take in the serenity that sweeps over Liyue's emerald fields.
He senses someone approaching, and casually rears his head to find you heading towards him. Ah, sweet-looking mortal. Rex Lapis purrs softly as a gesture of welcome. He is at rest, but should you have anything troubling you, he would be more than willing to assist. Or perhaps you would like to relax with him as well? He imagines you napping against his smooth scales and delights at the thought.
"Lord Morax Rex Lapis Yanwang Dijun Prime of Adepti, I have something to tell you!" you burst out awkwardly once you've reached him, hands on your hips.
He lets out a quiet, amused huff at the usage of the titles. He utters kindly, "I am all ears, little one."
You're wearing a cheeky but hopeful grin. "I can take you!"
Rex Lapis blinks slowly. Then, he tilts his head, intrigued. “Take me where? We shall head out at once.”
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔
Bonus:
"Why not, my lord? Why couldn't you be my dragon husband?"
"My dear, my copulatory appendage is the size of your entire body."
Imagine how curious about humanity Morax must have been when he first began ruling over them. Pre-Liyue and pre-Guili Assembly era. He probably didn't even have a human form then, so he'd lord his land in exuvia form.
"Why do you humans cover your bodies?" the draconic god asks you, eyes sweeping over the long tunic you're wearing. His elongated form coils nicely around the hilltop, with enough room still for his tail to swish around.
You're nearly sent rolling down this hill in surprise at your god's question. "Well, my lord," you squeak after a beat, "clothes protect us from the heat and cold. They also protect our modesty."
"Modesty?" he repeats.
Nodding, you continue meekly, "Our bodies are precious and certain parts are private. It's embarrassing for other people to see them..." Your face burns with every word you say.
The god mulls this over for a moment. "I see. It is a body possessed by all, yet it must be concealed...how intriguing."
Not wanting to let this drag on, you start to turn around. "I-if you'll excuse me, my lord, I need to go take a bath. It's been a long day outside..."
Morax seems to think for a moment. "Very well. Allow me to assist you." His tail wags.
Your eyes widen. "Assist with - with the bath?!"
"Yes. Why not?"
It feels like you'll explode from the mortification. "Modesty, my lord...I wish to protect my modesty!" You fret over whether he'll find it rude if you just took off and ran right about now.
Morax tilts his head, his fur whipping in the evening breeze. "But I am not a human, so you needn't protect yourself from me. And as a god, it is my duty to help my people where I am able."
"So kind of you, yes! But no thank you! Goodbye!" You practically tumble down the hill to get away, leaving a slightly nonplussed Morax behind.
Unfortunately, the river you go to bathe in is also the river Morax has decided to drink from today. He maintains eye contact with you the whole time.
Hope you don’t mind me rambling about an add-on to that idea of Zhongli’s luxury cave but like in the same vein of that imagine if in an AU where it’s ancient times (When Morax/Rex Lapis was worshipped as a god but way before Liyue Harbour was a thing) you somehow stumble upon that very cave, maybe you were trying to find shelter away from the cold, maybe you were being chased by monsters and just dived into the first hiding spot you saw, or maybe you just somehow got innocently lost and walked in, either way you’re now in this cave that is both gorgeous and somehow way ahead of its time and you’re blown away but also oh so very confused because “What the hell is all this stuff doing here???”. Oh also your dragon god REX FRIGGIN LAPIS is just in that cave and you have to face that too (most wild meet cute of all time lmao)
I don’t mind in the slightest! I’ll happily snowball this idea:
When you enter that cave, what throws you off is not just the sheer splendour of it, decorated with fine wares so eccentrically placed, but also the fact that there seem to be some kind of patterns along the walls. People around a fire, people working at the fields, people making use of the wheel for the first time…
“Do you like them?” a voice rumbles from the shadows, causing you to jump — and then nearly jump out of your skin entirely when you see that it’s Rex Lapis asking you the question, emerging from the darkness in all his draconic glory.
You immediately fall to your knees, scrambling for words. “My lord..! I didn’t mean to..!”
“Please rise.” He nudges you gently. “Forgive me if my sudden appearance has startled you.”
Gulping, you get to your feet quickly. “No, no. I…um, had gotten lost.” Fidgeting, you add, “Th-this is a beautiful cave.”
The god purrs in satisfaction. “Thank you. I have personally procured and arranged everything you see here, and those inscriptions on the walls are my doing as well.”
Before you know it, he’s taking you on a tour of the place, a story for each and every thing present within this cave. Honestly, it’s all in one ear and out the other for you – you’re more preoccupied with the thought that you’re in a secluded place with the god of your land.
“Ah, but I have gone on for far too long,” he finishes after what seems like an eternity, his gait a little more prideful after his stories. “I should be taking you home now.”
“You – you know where I live?”
“I have impeccable memory, little one. I remember where each and every human takes up residence.” He looks out the cave mouth, and you follow his gaze to the rising moon. “But it is quite late; I insist you spend the night here, and I shall have you home when dawn breaks.”
Who are you to refuse your god when he’s already placing you on his makeshift flower-woven bed? He uses his mouth to tuck you in, careful not to let his teeth hurt you. Then, he curls up around you. You look up at him, and he gives you a small nod, putting out the beautiful golden torches.
“Sleep. I shall watch over you.”
(He literally watches over you all night. Two glowing eyes just staring at you in the darkness like a figment of horror.)
Coddling Zhongli in his tiny dragon form can have quite the hilarious consequences.
Chonky dragon Li wiggles a lot when you give him treats. His whole fluffy body just turns into a noodle as he eagerly makes grabby-paws at the food - something utterly endearing.
This, eventually, seeps into his human-form behaviour. When you bring him tea in the evening, he looks up from his book and starts wiggling with a small smile on his face; you're internally cooing at this grown man and thereby nearly drop the teacups.
Belly rubs are some of your miniature lover's favourite things to receive! Whenever he sees you, he's immediately on his back, paws curled, ready to get some love.
Human-form Zhongli is lying in bed later. When you enter the room a short time later, he immediately twists his body so he's belly up, fingers and toes curled.
Suddenly having realised this, he relaxes his posture, but it's too late - you're clutching your own stomach in peals of laughter. Sighing and turning his nose up, Zhongli leaves the room.
"Wait! Come back, Zhongli! I'll still rub your belly!"
Sometimes, you like to pick Chonkli up and sway him around gently, going, “My stinky husband! My stinky, stinky husband! Stinky!” The little creature mrrrps in delight, his tail swishing like a fan.
Later that evening at a social gathering where he's your plus-one, his introductions are a little off. “I’m Zhongli, Wangsheng consultant and (Name)’s stinky husband- oh, forgive me. I mean husband.”
Zhongli sees you relishing a nice cone of ice cream one afternoon, and decides to ask, “May I have some?”
“No. I licked it, so it’s mine!” You take another big, shameless lick to prove your point, some of the cream lingering on your lips.
Hm, what a unique way of claiming something as belonging to oneself, he thinks.
On a separate occasion, you're holding this lovely-looking sandwich cookie. The two biscuits on the top and bottom are made of chocolate, and wedged between them is a thin layer of hardened vanilla cream.
"May I have a bite?" he asks, approaching you, to which you immediately open up the sandwich cookie and lick up all the cream.
When you're done, you giggle. "Sorry! Licked it, so it's mine."
Zhongli tilts his head. "You have licked the inside portion, yes? The chocolate biscuits are still open to me, are they not?"
Waggling your finger, you say, "Licking the inside counts as claiming the whole thing for myself, darling."
Ah. Interesting.
One fine night, the moon high up in the sky coaxes Zhongli to see just how divine you look bathed in its light as you sit by the window. A special kind of yearning washes over him as he makes his way to you and scoops you up, kissing you tenderly as he does so.
You melt into his touch, kissing him back, and before you've realised it you are placed on the bed and laid down as your husband plants more kisses along your lips and cheek - then, his tongue swipes the invisible trail of kisses.
"Oh! Hey!" you squeal, his hair tickling you as he begins to lick and suck your neck and collarbone, making you squirm. When he looks back up at you, his mesmerising eyes are aglow.
"I licked you, so you are mine," breathes Zhongli, head dipping down so he can taste more and more of you. His hands make quick work of your clothing, and his lips and tongue have already descended on your chest.
Moaning and writhing as his tongue explores your body (with a hint of teeth involved), you've already resigned yourself to your fate as he moves lower and lower.
"There is yet more I must claim..." he murmurs, biting your inner thigh with a small smile. "Just to make sure I cover all bases inside-out."
"Ah~! Zhongli..."
"I want the feeling of my tongue to be the only thing you can recall for a week, a reminder that you are mine." Saying so, his head disappears between your legs, and you learn firsthand just how long his tongue can be as you cry out in bliss.
...Come morning light, you've been thoroughly claimed by your lover as his.
Imagine Zhongli and you having an argument/disagreement/some minor squabble and you're a little upset with him. Zhongli, understanding that you're mad at him, immediately apologises and wants to set things right.
And when Zhongli asks you what he can do to make you forgive him, because he'll do anything, you say, "The moon. Bring me a piece of the moon." Because obviously that's an impossible task and implies you'll stay mad at him forever, right?
Wrong. You're forgetting that Zhongli is literally not human.
So he solemnly nods and transforms into his lofty dragon form, much to your shock. You try to tell him you weren't being serious, you were just trying to convey that you were really mad, but he's having none of it. He said he'd do anything, so of course he won't ever go back on his word.
And then, he takes to the skies, leaving you standing on the ground in utter bewilderment. Surely he's not going to do it, right? Outer space is impossible to navigate, and-
He's back already?!
In your husband's mouth is a chunk of gravel, a literal piece of the moon shimmering in his draconic maw. He drops it before you while you watch on, at a loss for words.
He nuzzles you, his fluffy golden mane tickling your cheek. With his deep dragon voice rumbling lowly, he asks, "Do you forgive me now, my love?"
Zhongli and you have been together for quite a long time now, to the point that you’re eligible for a Liyue citizenship.
You vehemently refuse to get one, though. Your husband fully respects that, but of course he can’t help but be curious as to the reasoning behind your firm decision.
You’re completely serious when you look him in the eye and give your answer. “They often say Rex Lapis views the people of Liyue as his own children. I don’t want to child-zone myself and make things weird :(”
This is, of course, met with raucous laughter from your beloved.
how can anyone from the crew take Zoro and Sanji serious when they're LITERALLY IN EACH OTHER'S FACES when arguing, someone just push them so they could kiss and shut up.
fuck it, i never ever do those “reblog for X, this one really works!” posts, but this one doesn’t have any of that BS, this is just straight up wishing us good things; and then the comment doesn’t even say any of that either. Zero claims on this post, all positive vibes
May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love
This is pure smut. Like literally. It's just down right dirty dicking down time. I have brain rot for Zhongli at 5am, please help me. Butdontreallylmao. With the possibility of his banner having a rerun the horny beast cannot and will not sit still anymore, so ta-dah~ enjoy this 100% smut. - Mod Diluc. (P.S: to those caring for what little plot this one shot has, basically you've been a partner in work terms with Zhongli at the funeral parlor for sometime now, constantly bickering and teasing one another, the entire friendship was formed with your unexplainable suspicion for the man, but never had the guts to act upon it, and one night after too many close calls with the back and forth teasing, his self restrain snaps with your poor choice of words, meant to provoke him into silence... but rather instead makes you choke on your words- so yea lmao)
Dragons Den.
||One-Shot||
Zhongli x Reader
Fuck, oh fuck me.
Yea it sure looked like he was going too wasn't it? Your brain was more than happy to state the obviousness to you and your current predicament you had abruptly: albeit always inevitable to avoid, landed yourself in. Your breathing was so hot and uneven now, your chest was aching with a certain twinge of hunger clawing on the inside. The sting of air being sucked from your lungs by the hungering beasts possessive kiss pressing against your lips served only to fuel your burning needy desires ever more. You raised your hand to instinctively pull at the towered figures hair in front of you, if only to find purchase from the constant falling of the darkest depths consumption- but when the figures own hand grasped your own and firmly placed it above your head you were quick to understand he was not going to aid in pulling you out of this river you were drowning in now, the lust that washed over you had clearly already drenched the man's own sanity before you and he was more than eager to suffocate you with him in this dangerous dance meant for two.
Fevered kisses being littered across your warming skin, the pressure making animalistic tendencies evident, but still soft in nature. Your eyes were at a loss of where to burn their gaze into, the books above your very head on the delicately designed shelf, the table past the tall man's shoulder that displayed the elegant China tea set- A hitch in your breath ripped through you and your desperate attempt to focus elsewhere as the man's lips before you found a particular sweet spot against your neck, the low groan that vibrated from him and danced along your now goosebump kissed skin made it clear he was aware of the noise you desperately tried to stifle down right then, and he wasn't gonna allow that. Not one bit. With a new burning vigor his lips grazed past the same spot again, painstakingly slowly, drawing out the anticipation, his hand still holding yours tightly against the wall above your head, the other had already trapped your other hand by the elbow he had pressed flat out, so his long and beautiful fingers could grasp your chin tightly, purely to prevent your thrashing and writhing as he indulges in you.
Don't, don't you dare do it.
Is what you wanted to spit out, but the ministrations this man managed to play along your body was pure witchcraft. Your eyes closed tight, was a child's hope to think clouding yourself in darkness would will him away, because then you felt it, the teeth, those perfect sharp teeth, his teeth- sinking right into that sweet spot and then-
"Zhongli!" You breathlessly moaned out.
Was it a plead? It sounded like it, but... for what? Because you sure as hell didn't know. However your almost pathetic sounding plea didn't fall on deaf ears, he certainly heard, the sudden jerk of his hips in response made you fully aware he didn't take it as a plea to stop however. Though he was still fully dressed there was no mistaking that length... the jerk forward had caused his cock to rub against your clothed sex, it left little to the imagine, you could tell from the angle he rutted into you it was pressing completely up right against his lower stomach line, was it reaching his belly button? The low groan that rattled from his throat displayed his blissful feeling to having been given the slightest bit of friction. You whimpered out softly, caught between frustration of being restricted of your own movements, and your ever growing desire inside burning to unholy temperatures- there was quite literally nothing you could do but allow Zhongli, a well known man around Liyue whose business lied within the funeral parlor, to have his way with you however he deemed fit. It was becoming insufferable though, he was pressed so close against you, the heat from his own body aiding in fanning yours even higher, the constant small rutting motions against your waist, trapped between the man who towered above you and the wall he'd conveniently backed you up against earlier.
You kept rushing to think of words, anything to just break the sound of heavy grunts and feverish pants, but you couldn't find these words you desperately wanted to cry out. The skills this man possessed were haunting, managing to take your breath away every few seconds, it was becoming overbearing. Were you already sweating? How was he able to work you up with nothing more than a few kisses planted on your neck and his animalistic humping against your clothed psyche? Just as you gained a crumb of resolve and control to utter a word he pulled his face away from the dip of your neck, having finished leaving hickeys and various other marks scattered all over your delicate skin. You swallowed down hard, your throat becoming ever so dry in that exact moment. Opening your mouth to speak- never mind. Your words fizzled and died down your throat in their short lived wake once those golden glowing orbs landed on your own eyes, it knocked you clear of any train of thought. Golden yellow with strokes of swirling orange glimmering with the intensity and ferocity of a hungry predator. A shiver cascaded down your very spine in that moment, a chill temporarily giving you relief of your steadily increasing temperature. Soft lips parted as deep grumbling pants escaped the man's throat, a single bead of sweat running down his forehead, dancing along his porcelain smooth skin before halting at the tip of his perfectly carved nose, before finally dripping off.
Was he looking for guidance? Did he want you to speak? He looked at you with a want, a need, a desperation. The whole room fell silent, as if time had ceased to exist. You couldn't help the red flush that washed across your face at that time, anyone would blush when a man of such remarkable beauty looks at you with such... love. It felt too good to be true, but this was no dream, this wasn't one of your late night fantasies you often fell victim to when alone in your sheets with only your thoughts to keep you company and spur you on to chase after your own high. His long, strong fingers finally released your hands, it was a slight let down but at the same time relief brushed over you, the tingling and prickling feeling in your hands were sign enough you were loosing circulation from having them gripped so tight and high up. Cautious to high Celestia and back you dare not move right now. His picturesque face was still inches from yours and his hungry gaze hasn't let up for a single moment. The shuffle of his formal coat burned in your ears as he slowly placed his hands either side your head against the wall, the leather of his gloves screeching out softly as his fingers splayed out. Ah, so he wasn't done with you yet, guess your break was over was it?
His eyes began to look torn with indecision, but eventually they let up burning holes into your own eyes and began to travel down your body, which only aided in making you become very painfully conscious of the position you were in right now. His back was at a slight arch over, he'd been bending his knees and arching his back through most of this to remain somewhat eye level with your small frame, then it hit you, how small he really made you feel, and... if what you felt earlier was anything to go off... how big he was. With instincts taking hold you coughed softly, awkwardly, trying to begin a shallow attempt of wriggling yourself from his overbearing presence over you. Buuuut, no. Not happening. His legs shuffled slightly, his feet swiveling out, so toes on both feet face opposite direction, firmly solidifying himself where he was, right here, in front of you, trapping you in all that his him. What had gotten into him? He's normally so calm and collected, elegant and proper, who'd have known the friendly old Zhongli could be so... ravenous and crazed. The sound of a pop noise snapped you back from your wandering thoughts yet again, your body jumping slightly.
"One could take offense, to such actions, Y/N." His deep voice bellowed out.
Fuck me he sounds so hot right now.
Is all your brain blabbered back in response, you didn't have the guts to say it, but by archons sake was it true! His voice so deep, yet so husky and dripping with lust, you couldn't even be mad with yourself when it sent heat straight down your body to your pooling core. How could any sane person remain unfazed by this man? This... trickster of a man. However when you felt the sudden cool air brush against your cleavage your eyes widened, seeing his lips in a soft 'o' shape, gently blowing against your more exposed skin. Then it hit you like a bag of bricks, that pop sound, you blushed harder and shot your eyes down, his fingers were tirelessly working on unpopping each clasp of your formal blouse that kept you modest before his burning glare. Your mouth opened to allow a soft gasp to seep out as you heard another pop sound from yet another clasp being removed, and saw the top of your black silk bra beginning to be shown on display before Zhongli. No, no, no. You felt your pride eating away at you in this insane situation you were stuck in, you wanted this, of course you did, but your embarrassment of being undressed by the hands of someone else was dizzying you. It didn't help you loved this man before you like something rotten and compared to his beauty? You might as well just go sit in a trash bin.
You didn't mean too... you really didn't. But, it was instinct yet again that took control of your coursing blood, leading you to grab his hand that was working away the offensive item before him and halting his advances from any further progress. His body didn't react in anyway however, which only made you tense up, from fear? No... from excitement. That's when you saw it, the devilish smirk that crept across his soft lips, the brow that curved and raised up in amusement to your defiance.
"Oh?" His husky tone called out to you, daring you to respond.
Your eyes darted around nervously now, suddenly air was thin and hard to come by, and your heart found it suitable to start pumping alarmingly hard once more. Your body acting on impulse now your hands pressed against his chest-
Oh fuck me, why is he so toned too? This isn't fair-
You cleared your throat, opting to rest your eyes on the floor, your feet, just away from his own. Finally you braved yourself enough to speak;
"Zh-...zhongli, I... wh- I don't understand. What's... what's gotten into?" It was an ordeal to stutter out, but incoherent as it was he managed to understand your confused muttering. His gloved fingers coming to your chin once again, softly forcing your face back up, locking your gaze back in the golden sunset that is his eyes once again.
"Don't understand?" His tone came across mockingly.
"My dear, was it not you whose been tempting me since day one?" He followed his mockery with a sincere sounding question.
However your brain couldn't make heads or tails of it. Tempting? How? Of course you aren't blind, you both have been getting more daring with your teasing jesters to one another. More risky with your choice of words. Maybe you'd allowed your feelings for him to cloud your judgement and let him get too close? Was he annoyed with it? He seemed more than happy to jump into the banter you two always shared among the long tiresome work hours, it helped the days go by faster did it not? Maybe your first impression of him was true, maybe he was too proper and posh for a simple and somewhat, rough and tumble kinda chick that you were. The warm breath that tingled across your cheek and to your right ear made you tense up even more so however. The tips of your ears now burning, no doubt he was seeing how red your skin could get there at this point.
"Was it also not you who... shall we say, hit the final nail in the coffin?" The soft but deep snicker that tore from his lips sent another shiver down your body.
Final nail in the coffin? What? What had you said tonight that was far too much than all the other risky things you've said countless nights before? You rattled your brain for answers but it quite literally said fuck you in response. You didn't have a clue what this man before you meant by his words. He'd clearly paused his further actions in possibility of your response, but after the silence drew out for too long, he gently slid his tongue out of his mouth and allowed it to lick one long, warm and wet strip against your ear lobe, a harsh suck of air was elicited from you by that stunt he pulled, but you didn't have any time to tell him off for it.
"If you ask me, if the archons are real, they don't impress me, they're never around to fix problems of their so called beloved nations of theirs." He began to speak right into your ear, in a hushed husky whisper, but your body remained dead still, your eyes locked forward and motionless, he was repeating a sentence you'd spoke out to him earlier during a simple discussion about the possibility of archons. Why was he reciting your previous conversation right now? Your brain began to throb in pain from the confused and frantic overthinking, it was boiling up inside right now, but he merely breathed in deeply and spoke the next part slowly.
"Hell, this is Liyue right? I doubt even Rex Lapis, if he were still alive, could've even made me feel good, ha... ha... they really must be incompetent." His tone had sounded ever more aggravated as the words went on, and your thighs began to squeeze and rub together from nervousness eating away your last strand of composure right now.
Why was he getting so angry over your opinion? Why did your thoughts on that topic spur... this reaction from him? It wasn't making any sense. Your brain continued to hurt and race for some sort of closure to this puzzle tossed before you, and during your hyper focused state, Zhongli had taken it upon himself to lean away, swiftly swiping his tie round and off his neck, and in quick succession rendered you immobile and vulnerable. It was only when he lifted your arms by the joint makeshift restraint he'd slipped on you and hooked your arms above you by a small sticking out coat hook beside the bookshelf that you realized the position you were in. It left you stretching on your tippy toes, the position too awkward for you to try unhook yourself free now, since when was he able to make knots so airtight? He was full of surprises tonight, a far cry from the old man you'd been taking him for the past several months. One of his hands found home beside your head once again as he leaned down and closer into your personal bubble once again.
"Like I've said already. One could take offence, to such actions, Y/N." He was intentionally pausing between his words, he knew his deep and domineering voice got to you bad and it seemed his own personal goal to make sure he made you worked up over every little thing he did to you tonight. With his other hand free to wander it casually went back to its previous task at hand, removing that pesky blouse of yours. Your face burned up once again and you began to wriggle in your hopeless state before him, a small and almost sadistic smile bursting onto him for a ghost of second.
"My dear, I implore you stop thinking there's a way out of this." As his deep voice vibrated on his eyes locked with yours yet again, his burning desire gripping your very senses now.
His patience had grown nonexistent with your blouse and its unnecessarily complex button system, hooking his fingers into to the open part of the blouse and clamping tight, he leaned closer to your face, his beautiful sculptured features in full offer for you to stare at.
"I'm going to make you damn well see Celestia tonight." He growled that sentence out with a quick tense and tug of his hand, the sounds of tearing and ripping echoed in the otherwise peacefully silent workroom. You gasped aloud but was quickly hushed by a fierce and passionate kiss invading your mouth, your air being sucked clean just like barely ten minutes ago, the sudden temperature drop was all you needed to feel to know your bra was on display now, but his eyes were closed and his mind was elsewhere growing drunk on the fevered kiss he forced upon you, your fingers stretched and then curled balling into fists that couldn't do anything to retaliate, not that you really wanted to deep down anyway. Your body was on fire with the excitement, the thrill, the hungering desire coiling around impatiently inside you once again, your burning hopes that this man finally relieve you of your months of pent up pining for him. He was your savior in the night, answering your silent prayers, because his hands slithered up your body, leaving nothing untouched by him, before landing either side your breasts from an angle.
He broke the kiss, much to both yours and his displeasure, but the stinging loss of air became to unbearable to ignore. As you panted and gasped, to desperately suck back in the lack of oxygen to your bloody brain, he gave you little time to recover, opting to immediately attack your vulnerable neck once again, littering your soft skin with kisses, licks and nibbles, so gentle in nature but possessive in action. Soft mewls flowed from your mouth with little restraint now as his fingers hooked to your silk bra at the sides and with one motion he forced it down, a sharp sliding motion, allowing your now bare breasts to come in contact with the nipping cold air. The goosebumps danced along your exposed, smooth skin and you couldn't help the involuntary whine that shortly followed, his tongue instantly slipped from his jaw almost as if having a mind of its own, his eyes fixated on your hardening nubs, you swallowed hard to attempt another futile protest to his sinister seductions to your self will, but alas, little noise apart from a gentle moan left you. His gloved fingers cupping round the supple skin of your perfect mounds of flesh, squeezing with such eagerness laced in every action.
Between his not so subtle ruts into your ever intensifying heat ridden sex, his hungry gropes laying your chest to delicious aches and his gentle feeling lips selfishly indulging into your skin and covering your skin with ever more marks, you couldn't fathom the possibility of speaking now. The blood rushing to your head, the numbing feeling tingling your ear tips and the ever obvious notion of your restrained form was simply doing nothing to you other than further pushing you off the edge of this cliff you for some reason so desperately clung to in your own mind. A particular hard yank from your spasming muscles broke the trance Zhongli was willingly sinking further and further into with every inhale of your intoxicating scent, a low gruff rumbled from him as he stretched his hand back out beside your head, casually leaning next to your half ravaged and now half naked form before him. You honestly hadn't expected that jerk of your arms to grab him back out of whatever dark hole he'd just fallen into, but, it had. So... what now?
He continued to tower over you, looming above like some sort of divine being, his animalistic golden eyes left shudders down your entire body, inside and out, your rapid paced breath slowly began to die down, reaching a faint stand point of calmness. You were nowhere and everywhere all at once right now, completely unsure of what to ask now, what question to throw to this riled up man. But answers were needed, they simply just were, why? Because it felt like the reason you subconsciously refused to let go; despite his overpowering attempts to make you fall. Was simply because you were lost on his motives toward such advances on you. Why was he so annoyed with your comments about the archons, to the point he'd well... do this? You had to know, you needed closure if you were to allow yourself to fully enjoy the chaos that was being gifted to you tonight. He could sense your confusion, for reasons you were clearly unaware of, but he obviously knew. But he wanted you to actually ask, this small game in his mind of predator with its prey was far more entertaining than he'd given it credit for. With an eyebrow raised, silence drawing in closer and an expectant look sprawled across his sharp facial features, you shakily sighed and spoke out.
"Zhongli, please, i- well, explain to me why?" Your words became shaky in tone, your soft chokes causing you to stutter steadily between frail attempts.
Once again your felt those same strong gloved fingers grasp your chin in a lovingly stern hold, angling your face up, allowing his eyes to bore judgement on you from down below him. In this angle he looked even more taller, even more manlier and dominant, and as his other hand resting lazily beside your head had him mirror the display of a man bored with his toy right now. From a faraway glance of course. Because up close in this position you could see the small smile that etched onto his lips.
"Explain what, dear?" He teasingly replied.
Bastard.
"Explain-" Your voice was raised rather high in tone with the start of the sentence there, to the point your own eyes widened in shock, while his merely flashed a brief spark of excitement. He shuffled his weight ever so slightly, allowing his hips to now press into your own. You coughed softly, feeling his large... friend, yet again press against your clothed sex. You didn't know whether to be grateful or pissed at the fact you remained dressed below your waist- but that was besides the point. You shook your head but little movement was made as he still had your chin in his grasp, forcing you to remain in his gaze, to bask in the way it made you squirm and writhe. Momentarily having forgotten your words you force your brain to remain back in control once more, this man and his cruel teasing games, it would clearly be the death of you.
"Explain, why my statement on the nations Archons, upsets you so terribly?" Your voice still shook, but you came across more assertive there, if only a tiny bit, but at this point that was a personal goal you'd felt would never be achieved in your current predicament. He remained pressed against you, painfully slowly grinding against you. His mouth dropped open as if allowing a silent moan to rush from him, before he sucked his own breath back in with a snake like hiss. His eyes had fluttered shut during that slip of bliss and you were greeted to this mans beautiful face with closed eyes, long lashes delicately dancing against the tops of his cheek bones. He was truly mesmerizing. However when his eyes slowly reopened and that short huff like chuckle shot from his lips you felt a sense of thrilling worry rattle in your stomach, why did he make your stomach flip in so many directions when he pulled that cocky and sadistic smile of his?
Annoying.
His expression didn't once falter as he leaned further down, closer and closer to your face, his nose tip almost pressing against your own, his grip on your chin not once wavering during this entire ordeal. As he groaned you felt the beast like grumble vibrate from deep within him, his hips finally coming to a stop from its constant assault on your own, again, leaving you torn between thankful and frustrated. He merely continued to stare into your eyes, watching you search deep within those golden portals to somewhere uncharted that lies deep within his own soul.
"I don't like having ill spoken of me." It sounded absolute, he didn't allow room for any hint of it being a joke. But you couldn't help but chuckle, an exasperated sigh leaving your own mouth. This man truly loved to play games didn't he? You loved mind games as much as the next person, but there were times and places for such things; this was not one of those times. Your mind was already a hot mess and you just wanted some small piece of sense, a shred of relief from this mind numbing confusion. How could you enjoy yourself with this man when you had no idea what his true motives really be behind his actions. You just wanted the closure of knowing if this was just a game entirely, or if maybe, just maybe, there was a small part of him that felt the same longing you did over all of this... you hadn't said anything in reply but your face must've worn whatever words you were failing to speak out because he chuckled lowly, still looking into your eyes.
"Don't believe me?" He questioned, feigning hurt in his tone. Of course you didn't believe him, he was basically stating he was an Archon for archons sake. Who would casually believe such a claim? An idiot maybe, but you'd like to give yourself a tiny bit more praise than that. Your face slowly went dead pan, your emotions failing to keep up the facade of this ridiculous notion. He was enjoying your reactions a bit too much you personally concluded, as he merely laughed too whole heartily right into your ear.
"My dear, you wound me and my pride with that face full of disbelief, when have I ever given you reason to not trust my words?" He continued to muse breathless nothingness in your ear, he was right, of course he had to be always right, didn't he? But what he spoke was true, he's never once lied to you the entire time you've worked by his side. But this was simply too much. Such a big stake to claim, such a title to try possess to himself, a possibility that was slim in every chance there could be. Him, friendly old Zhongli, a simple man from the funeral parlor; an Archon? Then your eyes widened, you got him! Aha!
"If you're thinking I'm going to believe you're Rex Lapis, the same Rex Lapis who several witnesses sore the fall of, you really must take me for a fool. Its me whose wounded right now, Zhongli." You stated aloud to him, not a single stutter or choke of a word. Yes! Small victory for you, but no time for celebration. As you saw something burn deep in those dangerous eyes of his now; his expression was akin to a man with determination now. For what you had no clue. But it had suddenly sprouted alive, gripped him from deep within. He removed his lips from your flushed ear tips and angled himself in front of you again and slightly towering over you once more, the strain of keeping his body bent and arched was growing to irritate the tall man, but he continued to pull through for now. He wasn't about to pass up on making you choke your words back down, seeing you defenseless and clueless was becoming too fun for him to admit. He allowed his strong jawline to flex and tense as he opened his mouth, his eyes remaining on yours the entire time, for some reason you felt those same chills of anticipation and thrill sink into you as you watched on. His tongue slowly started to slide out, however, it's entire shape looked... odd. An angled tip, too sharply curved to be a humans, and wait- how long was it?! It kept sliding out, out and out, and- you subconsciously squeezed your thighs together tightly, the need for some sort of friction to your core grew hot and heavy all of a sudden, leaving your cheeks to flush a dusted dark red, when his now slitted pupils shot down and caught full show of your involuntary thigh squeezing- wait slitted pupils?! Since when?! What? Another sadistic and amused grin spread across his face as his long and slowly wriggling lizard like tongue danced in the air right beside your cheek. This had to be a mistake, right? His eyes... his tongue, wait- his teeth? They resembled fangs now...
His human appearance was still there, still beautiful and jaw dropping, but... it felt uncanny now, mixing such beautiful features with such... beastly add ons... another hitch in your breath made you crash back to the now, feeling his oddly hot tongue press against your cheek and slide down your skin, down your neck. Dear god did it feel sublime, something about its texture, it was so delightful to feel against your skin, it felt like a pure pleasurable tingling sensation. He finally let your chin go, and you instinctively went to grab it to soothe it, but ah yes, still restrained, the tightening squeeze round your wrists was a painful reminder that you were nothing but a toy right now for this man, open and vulnerable for his own game, needs and desires to be acted out on. His tongue felt simply divine, it continued to dance along your neck, leaving a warm trail of his own saliva in its leave, it gave you such pleasant shivers, it wasn't human, it clearly wasn't... he... clearly wasn't human. But did that really mean he could be... no, it felt silly to even consider for a second. Then it crashed down into you, the hard shudder, the quick abrupt moan, that overly stimulating sensation right against your harden nub, the involuntary arch of your back and instinctive tug of your restrained hands. Gasping again from the same feeling assaulting you so pleasantly you looked down to see Zhongli had dipped further down your body during your fried over panic, his tongue had traveled along your skin till finally making contact with your exposed breasts, his warm wonderful tongue was working wonders against your sensitive breasts, flicking and rolling the nub against it, almost having coiled entirely around one of your mounds, squeezing and engulfing your skin in its warm embrace. You whined out, your arms desperately trying to get free, this sensation was dizzying, why did being licked and simply tasted feel so insanely good?! None of this was making sense anymore. Your heart had began to pump tenfold now, was it trying to escape your chest right? You couldn't blame it.
His eyes had fluttered closed some when during his decent onto your body, having truly lost himself in the joy that was teasing your body and milking such exquisite reactions and sounds from you. The shudders he kept making you feel were otherworldly, he allowed his tongue to continue its eager work as he lifted his hands to himself and slipped his gloves off, finally freeing his fingers from the gloved confines they'd been prisoners to this whole time, neatly folding them and then pointlessly dropping them to the floor beside his own feet, you mewled out weakly and the man's beast like growl in response spurred something inside you to flutter. He couldn't take it anymore, dropping to his knees and hungrily wrapping his arms around your back, his muscles flexing as he pressed you against him, allowing his face to bury into your chest, his eyes still closed as he deeply inhaled your scent, driving him to new levels of insane desperation, he was completely basking in your scent, in everything that was you, it was below him to be acting this needy, he knew it clear as the skies, but something about you made the beastly god inside his retired form keep stirring awake.
His tongue slowly uncoiled from your mound of flesh, giving you a brief second to properly breath before jolting and moaning out again as he latched onto your nub with his mouth, acting like a hungry animal rushing for its food. Engulfing your harden nub into his now incredibly hot mouth, sucking vigorously and with an unquenchable thirst. His now free hands squeezed your breasts possessively and began to knead into the gentle warm flesh. Constant low growls emitted from the man, and inside his wet mouth you could still feel that devilish tongue dancing around your entrapped nub. You could do nothing but moan and slip further into this mind-blowing pleasure he was so willing into making you a victim to.
This went on for far longer than you could have originally guessed it too, you've never met a man so infatuated with foreplay, with just teasing and toying with a body... you were still moaning desperate pleas for something, but again you had no clue as to what, it felt so good, so warm and tingly, but it just, wasn't... enough. His slender fingers continued to press and grope away at your breasts, gliding along your curves and giving your rear an assertive squeeze every now and then, he was ensuring every part of your body tonight would remember his touch, his name, his feel. Your stuttered and frenzied pants gasping from your very mouth was alarming you, you were sweating rather badly, embarrassingly so in all honesty, and it just kept swirling your thoughts into further dismay. Why was this, creature so adapt at driving you insane from such basic forms of foreplay, how was he able to rile you up inside, make your core burn for attention, drive your mind to its wits end, entrance you into this lust filled craze. He was far too knowledgeable for his own good, it would appear. Your moans soon turned to gentle sobs of surrender, begging for the burning ache between your thighs to be given treatment now. You began to harshly squeeze and rub your thighs together, your face flushed red hot as you continued to bounce between sobs and moans, pants and heaves.
His eyes still closed, his mind still utterly elsewhere as the present him is in pure bliss, hearing your adorable sounds, he knew he was driving you to an unwelcome release, the frustration and pleasure clashing within you was evident to any person who could lay eyes on you right now, not that he would ever allow that of course. When his eyes finally opened and blessed his golden orbs with your lust dazed dizzy expression he was almost the one to have the air kicked out of his lungs, he froze for only a second, caught in the beauty of your ravaged form and lost face, the way your lips were parted uncontrollably now, your face bright red, your damp hair sticking to your glistening skin, your eyes drowning in the constant ocean of pleasure. It was breathtaking, literally. The way your heart thumped so aggressively in your chest, the way saliva was beginning to build in the corner of your lips and threaten to dribble down your chin. A villainous grin mapped its way onto his face, another primal instinct inside him clawed out, and he simply obeyed its urge, eager himself to see how much further he could make you drop.
He slid your hard and now abused nub into his pointed fangs grip and gently grazed it, brushing side to side in his chiseled jawline. You let out a harsh gasp followed by a soft mewl, your body tensing, the new sensation crashing into your already near breaking limit. He looked like an animal devouring its prey and a child suckling its mother all in one, it was somewhat cute but sure as hell mind breaking. Your skin was burning all over from his constant selfish groping and squeezing, you tried to take in deep breaths but it was pointless, for every time it would choke in its attempt and come barreling back out as a hurried moan, or a soft sob. You finally heard a loud suction noise echo out and a low grumbling 'mmh' come from Zhongli as he pulled back and finally released your poor abused breasts, your overstimulated nubs perked completely up and goosebumps dancing back onto your skin once his demanding hands had also finally ceased their onslaught. You gasped and dropped your head down, allowing yourself to succumb to the sudden and extreme fatigue that plagued your body, relief and oh so much sorrow swirled inside you now. It was a slow burn, a slow chase, but your high had actually almost been reached from just those few ministrations he was carrying out alone.
He remained on his knees however, even in this position his head was nearly level with your chest, it was becoming ever more apparent just how big he truly was. it started to intimidate you, scare you even. He allowed that sinister tongue of his to slip back out and slowly swipe across his bottom lip, surely it was illegal to look so handsome? Right? He began to tap his finger against his chin as he scanned up and down your half exposed form, you were simply too tired to even poke an insult at him in your current form.
Let me go now, you sex craved mad man.
You wanted to spit those words right at his face, but somehow you knew that he would know its a lie, an act, a facade, because you yourself knew, you didn't want this stop, you didn't want him to go. You tiredly glared down at his face, seeing that ever constant amused smirk on his face, the way he examined your body, like you were just a test to him, an exercise, it kept making you painfully aware of your surroundings which you really didn't want right now. Finally he made another advance, albeit you probably were celebrating too soon in hindsight. His hands planted them self onto your clothed legs, the warmth of his skin pressing into your simple trousers and melting past the simple material till gracing your bare skin within seconds, you so selfishly wanted to feel his hands on your bare skin again, you began to hate that these clothes existed on you right now. You whimpered again as your thighs instinctively flexed and squeezed, right before his very eyes, though a lie if by some miracle he hadn't seen you behave so needy the first time, he sure as hell saw it this time. He froze his actions once again, you were blind to his face as his head was dipped down, staring right at your waist, a blush burning on your face over and over again. The way he froze, it almost seemed like he was having an idea invade his current plans, another game to play with you; one sided of course.
His hands began to move again, this time, more delicately, more planned out... dancing up your legs to your thighs, sinking his fingers into the material that wrapped round your smooth skin, the hunger inside him evident with the way he greedily groped and squeezed. It sent more tingles and shivers up and through your body, before angling all the way back down to your pooling core, your burning heat between your thighs began to spike in temperature much faster and devastatingly hotter than before. You couldn't see but you heard the short chuckle leave his mouth again, your brows furrowed as you were growing impatient with his teasing, toying, growing exhausted with this game of his, like you weren't actually a human, despite whatever creature he may be, surely he knows there is only so much teasing a human mind can take. Then it had to happen didn't it? He snapped his head up fast, entirely ensnaring your eyes with his own heated and hungry gaze. The look of sheer lust painted over his beautiful features, the way the slits of his pupils momentarily pulsed, growing in size before narrowing back into a fine line shape. Your furrowed brows has quickly dissipated and morphed in an expression of shock and embarrassment.
"I see." Is all he muttered while still caught in this stand off glare with you.
"You're growing impatient, my dear Y/N." He said it like it was an unavoidable fact, that is was almost law and to protest it would be going against said law.
With a soft hum from the man he spread his knees further apart slightly, allowing him to sink further onto the marbled floor beneath you both, you don't know why but for a split second you worried if his knees were okay? Pressing into such a hard surface for so long, surely it hurts? But your dusted worry soon blew away when you felt his hands run up and down your thighs again, increasing that same aching burn within you once again, before hearing a loud ripping and shredding noise. You couldn't help but moan out when you felt the cold air brush against your exposed thighs and womanhood, wait, exposed- you shot your eyes down and decided you surely were going crazy, because it almost looked as if you saw his fingers with beast like golden claws for only a breath, before blinking rapidly and seeing they were simply his normal nails. But that was besides the point, your clothes now dangled from you, tattered and ruined, only loosely hanging round your curves by almost snapping threads of the remains of your material. How did he? So quickly too... what? You look like fresh meat having been half devoured by its attacker. Your thighs now wore a blanket of goosebumps like the rest of your skin, having finally been greeted to the cold air nipping all over, without his hands pressed against you there was little warmth to rest in right now.
The confusion didn't stop there, silly, no way it would finish so soon. Because you felt and heard the last threads being snapped, by the man knelt before you, finishing his 'handiwork'. You were now fully exposed, your lower waist left utterly bare, your top half still adorning your blouse and pulled down bra, but exposed nevertheless. Everything you are, was now truthfully on full display before the man, your eyes were squeezed shut from embarrassment and your own pride making you feel ashamed. That same creeping thought lingered in your mind, he was beautiful, handsome, breathtaking. Whether him being an archon was true or not, his appearance could rival any of them. You simply did not come close to being in the same league as the man, creature, beast- whatever he was, knelt in front of you. It made your confidence sink and your self esteem was plummeting, surely he must find you repulsive, compared to the natural beauty that radiates from him? Those golden mesmerizing eyes, that smooth and silky brown hair that dances along his back, the bottoms of his strands having looked like they were dipped in the golden rivers of Celestia itself. His perfectly sculptured features, chiseled and toned chest, the way his eyelashes curve and grace his elegant personality. Everything about him complimented something else to do with him, hand in hand, like a tight bond; unbreakable.
"You mortals." He tutted the words out, sounding almost annoyed. You couldn't help but open your eyes with a quizzical look displayed on you, looking down at him as he simply looked up at you with nothing but a stare of pure admiration, love, adoration. It almost stung you to keep breathing with such a gaze weighing you down. His eyes narrowed softly, those dragon like eyes searching inside your very soul. A sigh slipped from him as he shook his head slowly.
"Why must you worry over such trivial things?" His voice was a low growl now, it sounded like a question seeking an answer, but for some reason you felt it more wise to just... not answer. You had remained oblivious to his movements as he spoke, for some reason his voice was always able to soothe you, relax you and calm you... made you lower guard, which was ideal for Zhongli, who was now cupping your rear in his hands and hoisting you up abruptly. A squeak left you and he couldn't help but chuckle at your innocent reaction. You wriggled though it was clearly pointless because within a few measly seconds, he had you where he wanted you. Your legs either side his strong and tough shoulders, draped over his back. You thighs encasing his head between them, his predatory gaze resting upon your fully exposed and glistening womanhood. A bubble of pride boiled in the depths of Zhonglis' chest, he felt relief deep within to know you had been enjoying this thoroughly so, the last thing he wanted was to force something unwilling onto you. Though his nose was able to detect and practically taste your arousal a mile off, it still put him at ease to having been able to see the confirmation. Without warning he pressed his lips to the inner part of your thigh, dangerously close to your needy and quivering hole. Making you jolt and yank at you restraints again, you knew it was pointless to try fight back, and deep down you desperately wanted to know what that dragon tongue of his was really capable of, but still, your womanhood was fully exposed in such a... lewd manner, it burned you up all over.
He planted soft and gentle kisses against your inner thigh, switching between sides, nibbles and licks followed shortly after. You knew he was indulging himself into his teasing games again, balancing around touching where you needed it the most purely for his own self gain of amusement, but it still felt so good, his tongue just felt, too good. His hands remained firmly pressed into your thighs, having hooked slightly round your curved rear and back round to the front, keeping you in a tight arms lock, leaving you to feel helplessly and utterly trapped within him yet again. It all felt so loving, the way he did these tricks of his, but underneath the seeded desire of lust was still hot on its heels. He breathed in deeply through his nose, a pained groan strangled out his throat, his eyes closing as you saw his muscles flex, his features tense, like he was fighting something back, trying to remain in control. He then opened his eyes and moved an inch closer into you, shuffling your back to press against the wall more, his mouth formed a slight 'o' shape once more, and then he blew gently right at your entrance. The cool air fanning over your burning heat caused your hole to wink and twitch right before his very eyes, and you were too busy glaring up at the ceiling praying to high Celestia that he cease these teasing games to see the harsh bite and suck of his own bottom lip within his pointed fangs.
"Zhongli~" Was all you could sob out as he kept teasing you.
"I must say Y/N, ever since the day I met you, your lack of social etiquette and proper lady like display only ever further perked my interest of you." His low voice muttered the words out, if not for his voice being so naturally deep and bred with the tone to listen, you would't have heard his ramblings.
"Your inept skills of social prowess and utter lack of morals were always questioning and to be straight forward, its honestly pissed me off you've managed to get under my skin so bad." He continued, he was having a one sided conversation right now. He seemed to be having his own self resolve, but with every word he let out, his face grew closer and closer to your entrance, your heat was so intoxicating, it was suffocating him, driving him mad, making the hunger inside him reach dangerous depths.
"Zh- Zhongli?" You shakily called out to him, in hopes of snapping him out of this strong predator vibe he was oozing, that was coating your senses.
His eyes never once left your twitching entrance placed so willingly before him, offering him the temptation of your sweet juices. But then the realization hit you, that he wasn't lying, he was in fact... Rex Lapis... for who else could know so much of this nations history... if not having lived through it. Who could be so wise and knowledgeable, so skilled, so ethereal looking... if not for an archon. The way he kept addressing you as a mortal... how could you have been so blind?
You swallowed down the dry lump building in your throat and the shudders of your body didn't let up once.
"R... Rex Lapis?" You spoke so timidly, as if saying the name would shatter the building around you, as if the name spilling from your lips would break this trance and none of it would really be happening, that your past several months of life have been nothing but a dream. You heard a deep and guttural chuckle from the archon seated comfortably between your thighs. Your excitement had sparked and there was an uncontrollable fire of lust burning away whatever control you had left now.
"You mean more to me than a simple child of my nation, Y/N. As hard to believe for myself as that statement is. Call me Morax." he simply stated. A look of sheer amusement almost creepily sadistically so amused, was laying brightly on his godlike features right now. He blew softly at your entrance yet again, and the way you painfully moaned out was the que he had been waiting for, your defenses were finally dropped, you finally accepted the position you were in. Finally understood what he was. There was nothing left to do now, except, claim his prize.
"As you mortals say, you've made your bed now, fucking, lie, in, it." He spat the words out with such a vicious tone, not aggressive though, more just... finally at his own wits end. And before you could even utter a protest he delved into your entrance, his jaw already open allowing his snake like tongue to wriggle and rub against your folds, coating your womanhood in his hot saliva, his added breaths of pure bliss billowing out as he groaned and grumbled, licking and slurping, the noises were so vulgar, so lewd, so animal... His hands squeezed your thighs tightly, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his tongue lapped up your juices desperately, his adams apple bobbing within his long throat. Devouring you inside and out was his goal, and by archons was he enjoying every moment of this, you tasted so sweet, honeyed treasure oozing from you, just like he knew it would. His slit pupils dilated once again as he let out a short snarling sound before his ridiculously long tongue pressed at your entrance and sunk right inside. It caused you to moan almost like a scream, it felt so weird, so different, but... so fucking good. Oh it felt so good, you moaned and cried, begging for more. His nostrils flared as his own humanity was leaving him now, the way your insides squeezed and milked at his thrusting tongue as if it were his own cock, how welcoming your slutty hole was for him and him alone.
He growled in a muffled tone, the vibrations reaching right into your deepest and sweetest spots, the tip of his pointed tongue flicking and tickling right at that spot. Causing another harsh jolt to break from your writhing body trapped in his grasp, he didn't slow down, didn't let go, only grew more intense. His eyes snaked up your body till he saw your face, that done it for him, the way your eyes were rolling back constantly, the drool leaving your mouth as you panted and fought the moans to try breathe. It was his final straw, your own juices were now dripping down his chin, racing down his neck, mixed with his own hot saliva, the slurping noises growing louder. His adams apple still bobbing, he slowly knelt up, no longer resting his own bottom half on the floor, causing your body to lift up against the wall too, he kept shuffling and pushing till he had his hands pressed against the wall, your body sandwiched between the wall and his own face. His nose now pressing flush against your womanhood, his flaring nostrils and heavy breathing that followed stimulated your sensitive bundle of nerves. He closed his eyes and continued his merciless pace, his tongue rubbing, thrusting and pressing against your insides, desperate to taste every inch of you, when he exhaled through his nose his hot breath fanned your clit, and that made you cry out. His eyebrow twitched from hearing that, his mind too far gone to actually look, but he knew, he just knew. Bringing a hand back to your entrance, his long fingers delving against your dripping folds, his lust crazed mind made his actions sloppy and misguided.
He found it though, boy did he find it. His fingers encased your clit, using his index and middle finger to squeeze and rub against your clit as his tongue continued to attack your insides. You could do nothing but moan out, scream and cry. Was he even able to properly breath with the way he pressed so needy into your core?! His pace picked up even more however when he felt your insides tightening round his tongue, continuously flicking at that certain sweet spot deep within you. It was building so fast now, it didn't take long, with his ferocity and intensity it took no time at all for your chase to be at its end, reaching your high almost instantly. You shuddered hard and cried out loudly, your entrance twitched and your insides spasmed as your juices practically squirted from you, your release barreling into you like an avalanche, your eyes rolling back, forcing you to see only white, followed by stars prickling your vision, tears spilling from your eyes from the sheer overstimulating rush. He pressed harder into you, holding his breath so he could really delve deep inside, your juices ran down his chin and neck, however the audible gulps he made caused you to squirm and only lose control harder as he was eagerly drinking you, tasting your arousal from its purest source.
Your head was spinning circles now, your eyes blinking rapidly, desperately trying to come back into focus, all you could see was blurred outlines and the world shaking around you. Your whole body was being attacked with almost violent like shivers and trembles coursing all over, the tight grip on your thighs squeezed even more, the sweet tingling sensation gently rocking you back into the now, the faint sounds of slurping and sucking becoming more audible, your high finally dissolving away, leaving you in a hazy euphoria as your sensitive entrance quivered and almost throbbed inside, you felt a strong relief blessed you all over when that monstrous long hot tongue of his finally slithered out of your hole, you gasped out, soft but audible still. It left you feeling so empty inside however, and a strong sense of want washed over you, want... for him. Now you were the one left hungry, you glanced up and saw that the slight increase of leverage allowed your hands to stretch up and unhook from the coat hook you'd been left to dangle from all this time, a soft whimper lingered from your lips, so tired, so very tired. Your arms dropped down, the rush of blood burning through you again, the prickling sensation vigorously racing through you, but all you wanted to do in that time was-
You hadn't thought it through but your hands had followed on with your desire leading the way, your tied hands found purchase in his soothingly soft hair, your fingers curled and brushed through the locks and strands delicately, you were petting him, in such a lovingly gentle manner, you loved the feel, so tender was your care that he hadn't decided to punish you for being so bold without permission. He simply purred against your thighs, resting his cheek against your inner thigh, his whole body confusingly relaxing within your touch. Your kind strokes lulled him away somewhere else, only for a minute or so, before his eyes snapped back open, clearing his throat almost embarrassed from his display of easily led astray behaviour. Lifting his head up, his golden glowing eyes entrapping yours, the stare being held between you both is nothing short of utter captivation. You longed to feel him inside you now, properly, but the nerves inside you, bubbling and frothing away made sure your words never let your mouth. He swallowed down hard and tensed up, his muscles flexing on reflex, slowly, bit by bit, he stood up, bringing you with him, your body being hoisted up even higher, your head would've hit the bookshelf, had Zhongli not grabbed the shelf itself and ripped it from the walls lock entirely.
Your eyes were squeezed shut, a gasp shooting from you as the sound of books collapsing around you both and the clunking thud of the shelf hit the ground. You swallowed down hard and waited till the ruckus hushed down entirely.
"Look at me." It was an order. His voice boomed with that tone of absolution again, the inbuilt command to listen and obey. So you did, your eyes slowly opened, your head was angled downward, showcasing the half opened books, scrunched up pages and discarded shelf, your forehead had been pressing against the crook of his neck ever so slightly, your arms wrapped round his neck tight and your legs hooked around his lower back. You breathed out slowly, relieved you didn't get hit by the shelf or knocked by an odd falling book. You'd never have guessed such outbursts of anger from Zhongli, the surprises he offered was truly taking you aback a couple steps each time. You let your eyes drift back up to his face and a breathless moan left you as soon as you saw the look on his face. He was fighting it back again, all his movements were so tender, so gentle and caring, but you knew deep down that beast wanted to roar its way back out, it almost looked like he was in pain fighting so hard to hold it back, to keep it caged deep inside. Why did he hold back? Was he afraid he'd hurt you? Afraid he was taking it too far, maybe he was, or maybe he would eventually, but either way you didn't care... you wanted to see just how bad he can get. It gave you chills, gave you so much excitement inside too.
You held the gaze with him; letting it linger as your hands slowly unhooked from round his neck, the restraints you'd been forced in were still evident, and it was partly the reason you'd been able to cling so tight to him, however you hoisted your arms up over his and began to lower them back down infront of you, his teeth latched onto the fabric of his tie that was binding your wrists, and with one yank the fabric tore apart so easily, no effort at all, it made a blush spread like wild fire across your cheeks. You'd spent the entire time yanking and writhing under him in hopes of loosening that knotted fabric with nothing to show for it, yet his incredibly sharp teeth, his amazingly strong jaws pulled it apart to nothing but tattered shreds in one swift movement... you blinked a few times as you finally let it sink in you were no longer being restrained by the wrists. As happy as you was to no longer be feeling the pinch on your skin you wasted no time and pressed your hands against his chest, you could feel his muscles flexing and tensing underneath that formal coat of his, your lip naturally forming into a gentle pout shape. Why was you stripped bare before him, or well nearly enough, and he was still entirely covered? This had been incredibly one sided since the very start, but you didn't dare to try and undress him, archons only knows how he'd react. You allowed your hands to continue their journey along his widened and broad chest, your breath exhaling from you in a shaky soft cry. He gently allowed one of your legs to place back down on the ground, or well, try too at least, your tips of your toes were the only thing that actually made contact with the marbled flooring. Your other remained tightly hooked round his lower mid back, looking close to being the reason he was pressed so needy like into you to begin with, but you both knew that was only half the story. He was wanting you just as awfully as you was craving him, it was so clear now, burning in his eyes, in his tensing jawline and clicking tongue inside that hot mouth of his.
You almost didn't realise that his hands had also began to traverse along your body, mapping out all the areas he's already previously ravished and abused in so many delightful ways. The entire time he pressed into you to make sure you didn't slip, didn't fall, he didn't want the mistake to occur otherwise it could result in this intensifying trance to break and crash you both back into reality. You couldn't stop however, correction; you didn't want to stop. Your hands continued to stroke and run along his chest, till eventually your courage built up just enough and you swallowed down dryly before gripping his coat by the slight opening and yanked it apart. The snarl that left his lips sent a vivid shudder down your body before his same lips again dipped down and forced against your own, the heat and passion that radiated from the ever deepening kiss he kept drowning you in was intoxicating, overwhelming, overbearing. You gasped out but it couldn't be heard, not while he sucked down your desperate breaths and muffled moans as his hands continue to caress and grope, the tingling sensation burning you all over and causing your already extremely abused core to heat up once again, to yearn for more attention; you didn't believe it possible but somehow he was always pressing the right spots, the best trigger points across your body like it was a boardgame he'd played and studied on for years. However with his coat now torn apart from your sudden adrenaline rush your hands were now able to feel his bare chest, feel his skin and how soft he was, warm, toned; utter perfection- just like you knew he would be.
Your nails dragged against his delicate skin, dancing around the soft nerves that caused him to tense and flex; both your hands now slipped under his coat, only then did it hit you: he'd never bothered to wear a shirt under his coat today... why would that be? Your thoughts couldn't linger too long however, as you'd accidentally brushed the tips of your fingers against his hardened nipples, the breath he inhaled was rough and hard, the jolt that came from him made you aware; he really felt that... with a mischievous grin eeking it's way onto your mouth you stroked your fingertips against his nipples again, quickly stroking small circles around the sensitive skin, a deep husky groan rumbled from deep within his throat. His heart was thumping so hard, you could feel it so thoroughly; was his chest about to break? archons sake. The small actions you elicited against his body only spurred the beast inside him more however, his coat finally having slipped down his marvelously sculptured biceps, he was beginning to look more disheveled by the minute. Somewhere amongst the sounds of lips smacking, groans and hushed moans, panting and hissing- a zipper was heard, it screeched out more louder in your burning ears than any other lust crazed noise you'd been hearing tonight. Then you felt it, felt it spring and gently smack against your stomach, your mouth dropped open as a moan broke out with no hesitation. It was so hot, it was throbbing so violently, pulsing even. Your mouth ran dry as his lips had finally left yours and found refuge between the crook of your neck again, sinking his sharp fangs back into your gentle skin, causing another moan to break from you so forcefully. He began to rut against you, this made matters so much worse, you was feeling it now press and rub so thoroughly against you, from how hard he pressed into you, you could feel a very large and prominent vein, it felt so fucking good, just feeling it rub against your stomach, feeling the smooth but spongy textured head dip and circle round your belly button. The grunts that shot from his nose as he breathed your smell in and shakily back out, the way his hands squeezed tighter round your body, your one lifted leg tightening round his lower back even more now; for archons sake you wanted it too bad!
You knew he was going to be big, when you first felt his cock pressing painfully against his own stomach in his trousers, you just knew, but now, feeling it rub and smear the sticky substance of his precum against your hot skin, almost searing you with the contrast of temperature, you felt you were going to pass away any second. It was inhumanely huge, would it even fit... it made sense why he was so vivid and thorough with his teasing of you earlier, that tongue was preparing you, training you, for when he decided to stuff you full with that thing. But as much time as he spent prepping your body, you doubted strongly whether it was still enough, your worry soon began to show on your face, and his predatory gaze never missed a second of it, he simply growled greedily as he pressed his lips back against your neck and angled himself slightly differently, so that his length, his thick length was now sandwiched into your dripping hot folds. Your hands shot from his nipples to his biceps, squeezing onto them hard, your nails digging into his skin, drawing a slight bit of blood. He merely hissed from it all, the beast inside was right there, scratching and devouring the last strings of his self restraint. He began to thrust against you, desperately so, ensuring he smeared the entirety of his shaft with your sweet juices. A strangled groan left him as he lifted his face back up, letting it press beside your cheek, his hot breath fanning over your flushed ear tip once again.
"Say it." His voice had never sounded so strained before, so overflown with need and want.
You continued to moan, continued to squeeze and shudder, your entrance quivering with excitement and selfish greed to feel that thick and long thing drive into you. But your focus had began to truly leave you now, you were being resorted to nothing but a sweating and mewling mess, his thrusts didn't let up one bit either, for added torture he kept every so often lifting his length away and letting the head slap against your swollen and abused clit, making you jolt each time. It must've looked so vulgar from an outside perspective but to you, it was just crushing your self composure more and more. You wanted it, you wanted it, you wanted it.
Give it to me! give it to me! give it to me!
Would he fit though?
Should i really surrender now?
Am i really... worthy?
"Say it."
"Morax, breed me please!" you screamed it out with every last ounce of energy you had left inside you, which was not saying much to begin with anyway.
But boy was it all he needed to hear...
You screamed out, your eyes rolling back instantly as your body shuddered, trembled and collapsed in on it self, your insides being stretched to unfathomable limits, your fingers digging deeper into his skin, your senses flipped and your stomach felt like it was swirling in constant three sixties. It keep delving deeper and deeper, stuffing you fuller and fuller, stretching you ever more, completely reorganizing your hot, tight walls to make a perfect fit for him. When the head began to kiss at the entrance of your deepest spot, a spot where naturally no man should be able to reach inside you, your eyes widened and almost bulged from your head, your pupils having completely blown out as you were violently and aggressively brought to another mind melting orgasm. You throbbed and squirted all around his length, you could feel the juices drip down your thighs and onto the marble flooring, the soft splatter noises as your release left you, your throat stinging from your brutal cries of sheer pain filled pleasure. Your vision became blurred and broken, your tears fell from you uncontrollably, it hurt so good, it stung, it felt like he was bruising your insides, but you wanted this, you wanted him to keep filling you up more and more, it hurt, but by the archons did it it feel simply divine. As you trembled and fell apart within the vice grip of this god before you he simply hushed you down, his hand stroking your damp and moist hair, your skin glistening with the sweat that continued to drip from you.
You felt his smooth skinned fingers brush through your hair so lovingly, it felt nice, but the constant bulge protruding from your stomach ached increasingly so. His hot breath continued to blanket your ear, the side of your cheek so sweetly.
"There's a good girl, Mmph, taking me so well, look at you." His voice was deep and domineering. Just like always it made your head spin.
You could not see but he marveled in the look of your fucked out face displayed before him, with your tongue lulling out of your jaw, your saliva dribbling from the corners of your lips, your eyes unable to choose where to roll to, left, right, up, down, you were truly dazed and drunk on all that was him. He was growing too addicted to this, but he wasn't about to stop. He had the slither of humanity left inside him, it was the only reason he hadn't continued to rut and thrust into you like you were his bitch in heat. He wanted to give you a moment longer to get used to his sheer size and girth, he wasn't a fool, it was obvious you'd never had someone so big, he was an archon after all, a mortal was never cut out to be so intimate with an archon, but he couldn't explain it; the way you made his heart flutter, his normally calm demeanor shatter, the way you constantly provoked the beast with in him, made him feel young and alive again, back in his glory days. All he knew for sure was he wasn't about to let the way you make him feel slip from his grasp, not now, not ever. So with this new revived vigor boiling his very blood deep inside he let another fierce hiss suck out of his lips, before giving an experimental short thrust into you, it hurt, it hurt a lot, but the way it rubbed against your aching and swollen insides that hungrily tightened around him made your body get revisits of the same intrusive shudders. He saw how much more receptive you were being for him now, how responsive you were, good, he wanted to make sure you felt it, felt it all.
You couldn't help but moan, and mewl, sob and whimper, your voice was caught between pleasure and pain, clashing against your inner senses. Your fingers tried to squeeze even harder against his blemish free skin, into the tensing muscles he was gifted with. Or was it really a gift; the way he looked? After all, he was a god, who could change form whenever he so felt it necessary, damn him, you dizzily cursed him in your own mind for having chosen to sculpt himself in such a mouth watering appearance. The gods loved to play unfair, didn't they? Your body jolted hard when you felt the tip of his head press and bulge deep inside you, again, and again, and again, each time it scraped deliciously against your rigid walls, continuously fueling the burning, aching coil nestled inside, it didn't help that you were so awfully sensitive now. Your hole quivered around his thick length, almost selfishly devouring him further inside, you couldn't stop trembling and shuddering, couldn't stop moaning and crying out, he kept pushing deeper, reaching places he really shouldn't, it was naturally illogical, it was probably psychically harmful what was happening to your poor insides right now, but you just couldn't stop wanting him to violate you further, abuse you more aggressively. Your muscles began to spasm, your body felt entirely used right now, your leg was dangling against the floor, the other was also beginning to weaken in its attempts to stay hooked round his back.
Your juices continued to drip and run down your thigh, your heat was melting around his length, smearing him all over, allowing him to continue to thrust and sink inside you at his own free gain. His hips began to roll into your own, the sensation hitting just right, in the slightest way the hair nestled around his cock began to tickle and brush against your clit, against your hot entrance, his movements were so engulfing, how he was able to blur your focus and have your senses crave only him was astonishing, but at this point, explainable, only a god could please you so well, make you feel like you were drifting, floating in a sea of warm fluffy clouds. As you dived deeper into this raging ocean of lust he merely danced in it, overcome with animalistic pride and duty to have you filled to the brim with him. With his seed. His fangs were still prominent, his tongue flinging out lazily and swiping along your neck, his nostrils flaring again as he frantically sucked more of your scent deep into his lungs, filling his brain with your angelic arousal, it was thick and it tasted better than any dish he'd ever sampled in all his years of ruling over Liyue. It was hot on his tongue as it pressed more forcefully against your skin, his hips continuing to roll and slap against your waist, which was no longer being held in place by you.
You were unsure of when but his hands had snaked down your body once again, finding purchase on your plump rear, groping harshly and pressing you into the wall, so no matter how much you thrashed or slipped, you stayed right where he wanted you. Angled perfectly to accept his length entirely inside, each time he thrusted inside his base flushed against your own entrance, your eyes were too far gone into the back of your head to notice the bulge ripple and traverse up and down your stomach, looking akin to having something alive wriggling inside you. But it wasn't far from the truth, something was alive inside you, the way it throbbed, the way it pulsed and mushed your insides around, how could you mistake that for anything other than a very alive being? The way it stuffed you so very full and ached you all over, you wanted to cry, you already were, but at this point you was unsure on if it was pain or the pleasure having finally fried your senses to nothing but a distant memory. Incoherent mumbling fell from your lips, and it made no difference whether you were intelligent with your words or not; as it hit deaf ears.
"Y/N, are you ready?" He grunted the question out to you, but how could he expect you to answer? Ready for what? You had no clue, you didn't even know where you were anymore, just that he was ravaging your insides and abusing you how he pleased, and it just kept making you fly higher and higher, almost touching that release, yet again. You felt his hips begin to snap into you harder and faster, his length punching right at that spot with zero mercy.
"Are you ready to be filled? Mmh, my sweet little breeding mortal." His growl emitted out of him slowly, reverberating into your ear. His hot breath danced on your skin, a sting was felt as he managed to bite your ear lobe and suck on it. A husky groan left him once more, the lewd slapping noises began to increase in audibility, the vulgar sounds of squelching as his hips met with yours, it was feeling so good, burning so sweetly, your aching and twisting core was tensing you up more and more. His thrusting grew sloppy and out of rhythm, his muscles flexing and tensing as he kept you pressed tightly against the wall, a snarl bubbling from him. Oh, it made sense now, with what little thought process you had left it clicked into place, what was coming, what was rising in him, your nerves suddenly began to eat away at you with a burning frenzy. You grew anxious, would it... would it be too much? Had you provoked a beast too deadly for you to go up against? After all, what lied under that disguise of a man was truly, a dragon... or at least, that was one of many forms this otherworldly being could take.
Without thinking you instinctively started to writhe against his body, wriggling and squirming, the worry over brewing inside you, you worried it would be too damaging to your poor battered insides, it had already been dealing with such an onslaught, and the way his length engorged itself while bedded deep inside you, your panic only burst out even more in all directions. Your flimsy attempt of escape was futile however, but it caused a loud chuckle to rattle from the mans lips, oh how cute you looked right now, even more cute with your frail attempts of escape. But, i am afraid that was not in store for you now. You'd said those all but deal sealing words to him before he'd dared to enter, now that he was cracking the doors to your very womb open with his intrusive and earnest thrusts he was going to finish what he damn well, no, what you had damn well started with him.
"Zhongli pl-" you yelped out as a resounding smack echoed through the room, your skin burning as his firm hand had made a swift impact against your plump rear.
"Morax, dear." He spat the words out almost in a sighed exhale, as if being a parent correcting a child for the Nth time.
You opened your mouth to speak again, but all that crawled out was more moans and cries as his thrusts picked up pace even more now, he was surely bruising your insides at this point, you were so close to to the edge, as was he, but... how long was he gonna draw this chase out?
Twenty minutes went by...
Thirty minutes,
Forty,
Forty-five.
Were you dead? Surely you were, your body had grown so numb almost twenty minutes ago now that you were pretty sure you'd already lost control of your bladder, having urinated all over his ever growing length. The squelching sounds were beginning to make a loud suction noise, slurping and splattering several fluids onto the floor now, Zhonglis trousers were utterly stained around his crotch area, and during his lust crazed thrusts his coat had slipped even further down, constricting round the ends of his arms that remained tight against your body. He looked like a disheveled mess, and you looked like a fucked out slut, he could feel himself slipping, his shoes loosing grip from how much slick was pooling underneath you now and crossing over to him. He only smiled while kicking his shoes off abruptly, his now bare feet pressing onto the marbled floor, the patter sounds of his shoes dropping behind was all that could faintly be heard amongst the slapping, squelching and slurping vulgarities.
Every moment you was about to succumb to the release you desperately cried for, his movements all but stopped entirely. Leaving you feeling wounded, ego and all, as more pitiful whimpers made their way out of your mouth. You continued to try jolt your hips, grind, create some much needed friction to finish off the chase, but every time he would simply 'tsk' and hold your hips dead still. Why was he doing this? It was brutal, first he was overstimulating you, now he was starving you of the pleasurable release. It was so cruel, so mean.
"I want you to repeat it." He barked the words out at you, your heart fluttered from it, he sounded so strict and stern, but it rushed down to your core so happily.
"Repeat, it." He ordered, his voice sounding more beastly every time, his voice began to grow almost... a second one? As if forming its own echo, but sounded more guttural and mimicking a growling undertone.
You knew what he wanted you to say again, but despite your mind at breaking point wanting to scream your lungs out and beg for your orgasm to be gifted to you, you still knew how dangerous it could be, to allow, such a beast to, well... finish, inside you.
You could very well break me, you old fool!
That's what you wish you had the guts to say. But for some reason, your thoughts tugged at you, much like earlier when he had asked you if he'd ever given you reason to not believe him, it worked likewise that he'd never given you reason think he'd hurt you. What had happened so far was painful yes, but it had all but subsided to just mind shattering pleasure, delicious and delightful pleasure, bubbling and popping inside, making your eyes prick with tears of joy that was over spilling within you.
Maybe i will be okay-
He started to thrust again, his hips starting to snap and grind, roll and piston. The force and pace was relentless, merciless, aggressive and violent, then it happened- he pushed through, ah, oh fuck, oh shit, fuck, fuck fuck fuck!
"F-fffffffuuuuuuuck Morax, just cum already!!!" you practically screamed the words out till your veins were popping out of your skin all over from tensing so much. His cock had finally breached its last obstacle, it was so deep inside, you felt like you was gonna split open any minute, your eyes had long since blacked your vision, your ears ringing, your skin shining with the sheet of thick sweat, your thighs hot and moist from the fluids swirling and running down your roasting skin, your temperature rising dangerously so.
"Good, girl!" he laughed out, his hands clutched you against him as his hips began to thrust more and more and more, harder, harder and harder, and then it was all over, your vision flashed white, electricity coursing through your blood, euphoria sinking in, melting away inside you, reaching every part of you deep all over, you shuddered, you shook violently, you felt literal waves washing over you, cascading you, drowning you, suffocating you, the searing hot sensation that filled you inside, filling you, and... still filling you, wait- oh shit!
He was finally cumming inside you, nonstop, it just kept filling you up, you could feel your belly beginning to protrude, he was stuffed so deep inside that it was allowing no space for spillage. It was hot, thick and sticky, and it was coating, spraying all inside your walls, filling your womb like a dry river finally being bought back to life, it was so hot, and even though you'd just came, the sensation of being so unbearably full and still being forced to gobble in more, physically punched a breath sucking orgasm from you, your head felt light now, you honestly felt like death was wrapping round you, how could pleasure make you feel so good yet so painful, why was the pain mixing into pleasure for you? Why was you, fucking loving this so much? It was gushing inside you now, his creamy hot cum, even in this delirious state you could feel his fingers running through your strands again. It somehow soothed you, making you stay in the now with him. Hushing gently beside your ear. He was refusing to let you leave him, he wanted you awake and aware of how well you were taking his seed, how hungrily your poor stretched and abused core was eating up every last drop of him. You looked pregnant, five times over, as if you were carrying six children not just one.
I wonder what it would taste like, pumping down my throat-
You drunkenly shook your head, how could you think of such things when your already stuffed to the brim, you really were loosing it now, you blinked slowly, your vision coming back to you. Slowly, one blink at a time the outlines of Zhongli- No Rex Lapi- Morax's face become clear in full view of you. A warm and loving smile across his lips, his golden glowing eyes filled with adoration toward you, and you only, yet again. You could still feel him inside you, how... long has it been? Your eyes grew heavy, your eyelids fluttering closed, and the last thing you heard, was a doting command seep from his lips;
"Sleep, my sweet beloved."
Darkness quickly ensued.
As you fell limp against him, his body flexing and straining to keep you upright he softly and slowly, with all the care in the world pulled out of you, a thick line of cum connected from the tip of his shaft down to your gaping and winking hole, it looked so tired and battered, beaten within an inch of its life. He ever so softly laid you onto the plush sofa that was present beside you both the whole time: probably would've been a lot easier to have placed you here from the beginning huh? He chuckled to himself in amusement, having let you cuddle up onto the sofa he stood back up, he caught a glimpse of himself in the hanging mirror on the other side of the wall and coughed in disbelief and shock. He looked so ghastly, his hair sticking out all over, his face shining with sweat, his fangs ever so evident, his glistening chest on display, his trousers damp all over the waist, and then he almost choked on his own saliva when he saw his brown horns had began to grow out of his hair, the golden hue glowing at the tips. You really did bring the dragon out in him huh? His eyes shot to you when he heard an odd squelching sound again, lingering over your body, pride brimming over the edge within him again when he sees how thoroughly hes fucked you, and then licks his lips, almost salivating from the sight of seeing his cum pour out of your twitching hole, globs of it pushing out in heaps. He breathed in and decided his attire could be fixed later, your aftercare was in dire need. As he straightened himself somewhat, tucking his length back under his stained trousers he began his task at hand to fix you up.
"I think, just maybe, I love a mortal." He hummed to himself in deep thought as he wandered off to fetch some damp towels to begin the process.
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Next morning came quickly enough, your head still spinning from what had happened before, you were amazed you even managed to wake up today. Hearing a clink gently beside you, you looked over to see Morax, The Geo Archon sat at a table sipping some tea while nose deep in a book, looking as tidy and neat as ever; a very far cry to the disheveled beast from yesterday. You could tell from the smell that permeated the room, and the shelves decorated with books everywhere this was his bedroom, you simply laughed softly, his eyes slowly glancing up at you. You itched your head before sighing.
"Remind me next time, not to speak ill of archons again, hm?" You chuckled exhaustively before allowing your head to drop and sink back into the silky plush embrace of his beds pillow.
With a clink of of his tea cup landing back on the expensive looking dish tray, flicking the page of the book to the next parchment he merely muttered.
"Oh on the contrary, I excitedly await your next remark."
My first ever one shot with Itto! ;D I find this guy funny, not so much- well, simpable for me, but for Mod Kaeya? Ooooohoooo booooy. (totally not doing this one shot just to bully them heheheheheheh) sorry if he acts a bit odd or off at times, I'm just learning how to write this hyped up guy lmao - Mod Diluc
"I cannot stress this enough, Miss L/N. He is not easy to negotiate with, nor to subdue either." The Tengu confessed to you. Her face void of energy now and her eyes forming ever so slight bags under them.
You sigh softly and wave your hand in a dismissive tone; "I appreciate your words of advice Kujo Sara, but this, Oni, has kept the Tenryou Commission distracted for long enough."
With that, all further conversation was halted as you lift from your office chair and swiftly depart from both Sara and the Tenryou Commission headquarters, making your way to the last known sighting of this, Arataki Itto.
Thirty Minutes Later; Nearing Higi Village.
Your eyes scanned along the dirt road, the crumbling structures of long since abandoned houses all around you, it was quiet. Eerily so. But you pressed forward, Kujo Sara had said this was where she had tirelessly attempted to arrest the Oni, for having caused several public incidents, various having resulted in damage to public property.
As you neared the centre of the village you couldn't shake the presence that seemed to shift all around you, it was obvious someone's eyes were on you, and you were willing to bet it was this Arataki Itto.
You let a long drawn out sigh slip from your lips as you heave your intricately designed claymore and let it sink in the dirt beneath you. Your hand still gripped tightly on the handle, your brows furrow with displeasure.
"Come out now, Oni. I'm not one for games." Your voice carries in the wind.
"Heh, could already sense me huh?" A more than energetic voice booms out from behind a wall to a decrepit building.
"Would be embarrassing if I couldn't. Show yourself, I find no amusement in talking to you with a building between us." You turn toward the building and cross your arms, waiting for the reply.
A silhouette emerged from behind the building, tall in stature, broad in figure too. Once in the light the fine details made themself apparent, long white hair, sharp crimson red horns adorned the top of his head, muscular and toned arms, legs, chiseled chest features accompanied with a six pack.
He takes care of his physical appearance that much is obvious, however as he steps toward you, sheepish smile on his face with a hand scratching the back of his neck, he nearly slips while maneuvering around rusty buckets and tumbled over barrels; physical appearance seems to be the only trait he's good at maintaining.
"So uhhhh, what can I do for ya lady?" He chirps at you, his hands awkwardly fidgeting beside him and then in front, unable to keep himself still.
"Miss L/N." You correct him, quickly. "And I'm here to see what the fuss is, you're becoming all the talk among the Tenryou Commission, and Kujo Sara is becoming less than efficient in her tasks, thanks to your constant need to seek her audience for a duel-" Your abruptly interrupted by a boisterous laugh.
You narrow your eyes and glance at the Oni, who appears to be laughing his lungs out, you fail to see where there was a joke in your sentence, but he's quick to aid you in your confusion.
"So the Tengu has finally had enough of me eh? Hahaha! I always knew I'd win some day, finally she is defeated-" he fist pumps the air in a childish manner before pouting; "ahh man, but she didn't even have the guts to tell me she calls quits? She runs to... you? Miss serious lady."
Your eyes widened slightly, how rude. You'd given him your name, yet he refuses to address you in the formal way. You were beginning to understand why Sara had given you so many prior warnings of this Oni.
"Miss. L/N." You corrected, yet again.
He finally quietens down from laughing so much, before raising a brow at you and then smiling, something you don't like the feeling of is laced behind that said smile.
"Say, you're like, higher up in the ranks right?" His eyes light up as you stand before him, a quizzical expression apparent on your face.
"What?" You question back, the fast pace of this conversation was making your head spin. How quick he was to change topics and switch subject at unpredictable times.
"I'm asking if you're strong or not, let me dumb it down for ya lady-"
"Miss-"
"Yea yea! Miss lady right? Anyway, I'm Arataki Itto, The One and Oni, Undefeated and now, as of just learning; unrivaled." He puffs his chest out in an act of prideful display, his hands resting eitherside his hips.
Your lids begin to droop in boredom, if he doesn't kill you when trying to arrest him, he's definitely going to kill you from this self made entitlement he's pinned to himself through arrogance.
"As much as I enjoy this mind numbing idle chatter, unfortunately it must end here." You now interrupt him, which he's clearly unhappy about as he pouts yet again toward you.
"Huh? How come?" He asks while tilting his head.
"I find it astonishing you think I come to you on equal ground right now, Oni." You let your neck crack as you brace yourself for whatever happens next, swinging your claymore around and readying yourself into battle stance.
"Hey! That's Arataki Itto to you Miss- ... uh... miss..." his fist was raised in an outrage till faltering in his words and actions. Your face lacking of any expression.
"Hypocritical too I see, demanding respect from those you've given none, interesting. Your criminal ways really have sullied your sense of social etiquette. Perhaps sometime in solitary confinement will actually do you some good." You finish your sentence, and you're met with an unamused look from the Oni.
"Heh, you can speak with all those fancy big words all you like lady, but I can assure you something, I don't go down without a fight." While speaking matter of factly he summons his golden and crimson claymore from the air beside him, readying himself too.
"Say let's make this duel fun huh?" His crimson eyes glow as he speaks, "I was going to ask if you'd wish to become my next rival, considering you're higher up than that Tengu, naturally speaking you should be stronger too then, better for dueling by default you see!" You huff loudly. Honestly he talks too much.
"So you really wish to play games now? Even during such situations?" You ask, in disbelief to this Oni's carefree attitude.
"Haha! Of course! Betting makes everything more fun." He chuckles filled with too much confidence for your liking, you were soothed by the fact you'll soon discard him of this self entitled confidence.
"Very well, do whatever makes you happy, one way or another you will be bought to justice." You shake your head unamused. Patience was definitely waning on you now.
"Winner, can do anything they please." He hums happily, to which you're temporarily taken aback by.
"Wait what? Such absurd terms will not be agreed on by m-"
"Hya!" The Oni strikes at you fast, his claymore crashing down at you with intense speed and frightening impact.
You raise your own claymore and shield against his attack, the clank of metal against metal rings out.
"You're quick! I like that in a rival." The Oni yells out as he flies at you with another frontal assault.
He was big, which made you think he'd be slow, but how wrong you was. This Oni was quick, precise, otherworldly with his instincts to dodge and parry, his strength was commendable too, he seemed so childish and idiotic while talking, but he was no foreigner to the conversation of battle.
Forty-five Minutes Later.
The duel had raged on for far longer than you'd expected, and Kujo Sara had managed to once apprehend this Oni's vision? You were contemplating giving her a raise in rank for that feat now, no wonder The Almighty Shogun requested her to be her right hand.
It turns out Geo and Anemo are quite even in terms of dueling, much to your utter agony. Your muscles were screaming to be given time to rest now, constantly having to dodge, counter and weave was taxing on your energy, damn this blasted Oni!
"Ushi let's go!" He yells, still as insanely energetic sounding as he was before even starting this duel. How annoying he was.
However you had little time to loathe him as a whole when you saw him lining his arm at you as if ready to throw a ball, except... wait, it was a bull! Holy shit!
Your eyes widened as a small angry faced bull flung at you, achieving the title pigs truly can fly huh? You panic, no time to dodge, your energy was near depleted now, so trying to counter with your vision was out of the option too. With all this in mind, you had only one choice-
"Hyaarrggh!" You yell out with utter frustration as you swing your claymore infront of you, shielding your entire frontal form, the bull closing in fast, your close your eyes tightly and brace-
"MMMMMMMMOOOOOOOUGH!" The bull cries out as he crashes into your blade of the claymore, the impact causes your feet to swivel and lock into place, trying to keep yourself solid, and by doing so it results in yourself being dragged along the dirt, causing the mud and grass to dig up around your feet as you claw backwards, keeping yourself tense, braced in your stance.
Once the impact leaves and you're feeling ever so slightly relieved you open your eyes and look up, seeing you've been pushed back several inches, the deep sunken tracks from where you once stood. He'd put so much force into that throw... and it was a damn bull to add to it... this Oni, he was entirely mad, he... he had to be.
The bull had already vanished back to whether the damned Oni had summoned it from however, lucky for that giant pig anyway, if you'd see it you would've fried it into bacon!
"Wow! You actually shielded against Ushi? Nice one! I'd expect nothing less from my amazing rival!" He flashes a toothy grin at you, his mood highetened to an almost scary excitement you simply refuse to make sense of in your current ordeal.
You pant softly, trying to mask your sheer exhaustion, you've given it all you have, and that last stunt from him had caused your energy to leave you entirely now, you were simply bluffing at this point.
"You can still fight? Even after Ushi?" He calls out, sounding hesitant himself. Did he doubt you? How insulting, a criminal now doubting your abilities and even showing concern to you? He should be restrained and in jail by now... infuriating.
You steal a glance at him, seeing not a single sweat break from him, casual look, smeared with a smug expression as he closed in on you, his claymore lazily slung behind his neck being held up with little effort by him.
You close your eyes sighing softly, before weakly lifting your claymore back up, a shake now apparent in your grip, your arms ache miserably, your clothes stick to you, your damp hair clings to the sides of your face uncomfortably. You were a complete mess now.
He continued to draw in closer, and you hadn't realised it yet, but you'd subconsciously been taking small steps backwards with every intruding step he made.
"Backing down are we? Heh, can't blame you, I am the great Arataki Itto after all, numero uno an all, hahahaaaa!" He bellowed out.
You scowled at him, he now toys with you too? Unforgivable. You try your best to strengthen your grip on the claymores handle, trying your best to chase away your fatigue, but everytime you tried to make an advance your body just did not allow it, you couldn't merely will your strength out of thin air after all.
"I am NOT backing down." You growl at him, to which he smirks mischievously.
"A stubborn one, that's even more fun." He snickers softly to himself.
"You will face justice Oni." You snarl out through gritted teeth.
"Riiiiiight, and... you're gonna be the one to do that huh? You sure about that lady?" He chuckled as he swings his claymore back out, aimed at you, a glow emanating from him as his claymore forges itself into a refined state, mimicking a massive club with crystaled geo spikes sticking out from all angles. Impossible- he still had this much energy left... did he even use an ounce to begin with?
"I'm waiting, mighty rival." He teased you further, the glow emitting an ethereal appearance to him now.
You took a single step forward, before dropping your claymore and collapsing into the dirt, your weapon disintegrating back into the atmosphere around you, indicating one thing, you were now unconscious.
The last words heard before darkness consumed you was; "Yea, that's about what I figured."
Unknown Amount Of Time Later.
A sharp inhale was all you were able to muster as your eyes shot open, the darkness dissipated fast, only to be replaced with a dim glow surrounding yourself. Your heart began to pick up in pace as you scanned the area before you, you were acting out of panic, frantic moves swirling you into a panicked frenzy.
You closed your eyes and breathed in slowly, gradually you began to recollect yourself and bring back your composure. The pieces of memories of what took place before you'd wound up where you were now started to slot back into place. Ah yes, The Oni.
Once everything had calmed down and your mind was thinking clearly again you had a new goal, find that damn Oni. Just as you went to lift off the rather uncomfortable chair something pinched the skin around your wrists, you let out a sharp inhale again, cussing under your breath.
"Of course." You sighed lowly to yourself as you glanced backwards slightly to allow yourself to look at your restrained wrists against the rickety old chair.
You rolled your eyes as you repositioned yourself back to facing forward and at the candle that kept the room dimly lit, you should've expected the Oni would do something like this, he's a criminal after all.
Your body still ached and the wounds of the duel were beginning to make themself known to you now, your legs hurt, and your head was spinning slightly, but you kept a stern gaze forward and your head steady on your shoulders.
You didn't know if you were being watched right now, and the last thing you wanted was to let the enemy know you felt weak and tired. So you sat there; silently, unmoving, slow rhythmical breathing. Acting completely unphased, a facade of looking disinterested and detached from the situation.
As time crawled on you opted to keep scanning the room you were placed dead bang in the centre of. It was small, cramped, a couple of torn papers scattered along the floor toward one of the corners, the candle placed on a rusty bedside table that was oddly placed beside the door.
There were windows; albeit boarded up from the outside, preventing you from seeing the outside at all. You glanced back again with minimal effort and located a basic bed with no covers on behind you, just two pillows and some mattres sheets for the basics of supposed comfort.
You turned back round and scrunched your nose slightly, the room looked trashed and barely upkept, everything looked seconds away from falling apart, so you drew the lines together and conjured up the possibility this was the Oni's hideout. It was the only plausible conclusion you could summon up right now.
You felt rather uncomfortable with the fact you had dried mud over your clothes and side of your face, from the fact you fell face flat into the mud, you must've looked so ungracious. But there was nothing you could do about it right now with your hands being tied the way they were.
You kept waiting, and waiting, and waiting. But nothing was happening, you heard no sounds, saw no movement. He was nowhere in sight. You let out an impatient sigh and then let your eyes close for just a second-
Three Hours Later
Clap!
Your eyes shot open and you jolted backward from instinct, your body weight shifted and the imbalance caused you to fall backwards.
You squeezed your eyes shut and screamed as you suddenly felt yourself falling, your arms still restrained.
"Woah there!" An overly energetic voice beamed out.
The falling feeling halted and was then swiftly replaced with the warmth of something encasing you.
You opened your eyes slowly only to then widen them abruptly as you saw the dreaded Oni hovering over you with his arms hooked around you. A concerned expression over his features.
You narrowed your eyes angrily as he stepped backwards bringing your dangling form in the chair back forward to, hearing the legs of the rickety chair plant them self back onto the floorboards beneath you.
He slumped back in the chair that was in front of you; that was not there earlier.
While doing so you glanced down to see the fact your clothes were slightly damp, half wiped clean of the dried mud, you pushed your tongue against the inner part of your cheek and as your cheek stretched the skin didn't feel covered in mud anymore; had he... attempted to clean you while you was asleep?
You sat there quietly, furious beyond belief that you'd allowed yourself to fall asleep in such a dangerous predicament, and probably allowed yourself to be touched by the enemy, and how dare he awake you in such an unfair manner! Making you jump and scream, how stupid-
"Hey-"
You flicked your eyes back to the Oni, whose hand was now stretched out towards your face, waving side to side.
"You sure do zone out alot huh Miss serious lady?" He tilted his head in that frustratingly innocent way yet again.
"I told you; my name is L/N." You practically hissed at him now. Your impatience beginning to crack through. How many times can someone avoid calling you by your name?
He returned his hand back, crossing his arms over his chest, letting his legs spread out in a very unceremoniously manner.
He huffed out childishly before speaking out again.
"So are you like this everytime you lose a fight?"
You blinked a few times shocked by the boldness in his words, though you really shouldn't be anymore at this point.
"Tsk." You rolled your eyes.
He simply snickered and leaned forward, invading your personal space yet again, his hands slapping down onto his knees.
"Strong willed. I like that in a woman." He smirked, his fangs protruding in a mishevious manner.
You narrowed your eyes yet again, your face distorting into one of disgust.
"What does that mean?" You retort angrily.
He merely let's his smirk widen. The tension of the silence making you feel uneasy, this Oni really was unpredictable and you were unfortunately at his mercy right now.
As if playing on the fact you felt uncomfortable with him constantly too close for comfort- he shuffled his chair forward, closing the gap between you entirely, his hands now firmly resting on your thighs, just above your knees.
You involuntarily shudder from the contact and then begin to feel yourself seethe with unparalleled anger.
"Get your hands off me." You spat the words at him.
He didn't follow through however. Instead he grinned and let his hands do a few pliant squeezes into your soft flesh.
"Stop th-"
"Shut up." He growled out. His tone was entirely different... it didn't sound childish, didn't sound innocent and carefree, it sounded hoarse and rough.
You swallowed down your words of rejection. Something gripped at your nerves with the way his tone had changed so suddenly, a spine chilling tingle ran through you.
He let his eyes wander back up to your own, trapping your stare with his.
"You lost the duel remember? And I did say winner gets to do whatever they want~" his tone had shifted yet again back to the childish demeanour you recognised.
"I never agreed to those terms Oni." You groaned.
"But you did continue to fight back didn't you?" He was quick to respond.
"Yes? But that's because you quite literally waved your claymore at me with all your force! Was I suppose to not retaliate and let you kill me?!"
"Kill you?! Haha! Arataki Itto may be many things but a murderer is not one of them."
You opened your mouth to proceed with another rebuttal but you were honestly dumbfounded, no words came forth and your mouth simply closed again.
His look changed, it went from defensive to earnest in a heartbeat, and the pleading look in his eyes made your stomach flip for some unknown reason that you refused to press furher on.
"Hey, lady? What do you truly know about me? Because the accusations you throw my way hurt ya know?" His voice was soft, and the way his words made you feel was different. No anger and frustration at all. You didn't know how to respond so you just remained silent.
"I see... so you barely know anything about me huh? Just the basic rumours everyone throws around about me, the big terrible Oni right? Gonna eat the babies and burn villages to the ground kinda Oni right?" He scoffs half heartedly.
"No. I wouldn't believe such nonsense." This time you were quick to respond. The earnest look in his eyes had dissolved into one of sadness, his emotions were never hard to see, he certainly didn't shy away from expressing his true feelings to anyone. That much you'd already made sense of.
"Really?" He sounded and looked hopeful now.
"Of course, I wasn't born yesterday. If there were truly a beast doing such heinous crimes out there that severely, the Shogun herself would've said something about it by now." You rolled your eyes, unbelievable that he required explanation for this.
"Oh." His face grew a solemn look. Was that not the answer he hoped for? Tough. Though not a killer he was a criminal all the same.
You breathed out slowly, awkwardly. Time felt like it had come to a grueling stop now.
"So... about this bet, that I'd had no partake in, what exactly is it you want?" You decided to reel back onto track, things were falling apart at the seams right now and this chair wasn't growing any more comfortable.
"Hm? Oh! Oh right, haha!" Suddenly the life in his eyes sprouted back in all his glory.
You started gnawing at your bottom lip as you sucked it inside your mouth, his hands had been squeezing and rubbing up your thighs, this, entire, time. Had it become a subconscious movement on his behalf? You weren't sure but you'd like it to stop, now. For reasons you yet again would rather not press further on.
"Well you lost, and I won, that much is obvious, so technically. I get to do whatever I want now." He smiled happily at you, your face showing nothing but disbelief back at him.
"That is utterly too vague. Explain yourself Oni-"
"Itto." He corrected.
"Miss L/N." You responded.
He grinned wildly at you. You nervously glanced at him.
"I really like you lady." He finished the staring contest off with a sudden confession, innocent at first glance, but what he meant was far more serious.
Slowly he began to rise, his tall stature looming over your own, reminding you once again just how tall and intimidating this Oni really is.
"Think it's about time we cut to the chase huh lady?" He mused as he walked behind you and began to fiddle with the restraints around your hands, was he freeing you? And would he please stop calling you 'Lady' for archons sake!
Your question was quickly answered as you felt the ropes that pinch around your skin suddenly release.
Before you could stand however you felt his hands grasp you into a princess bridal style carry, firmly pressed into him. Your face flushed a bright red, what was going on?
"You have a strong will, and an unbreakable fighting spirit lady, that's why I think I'm so inexplicably drawn to you." He started his own monologue to you now, though you could barely make sense of the words that left him, as he walked you behind the rickety chair and dropped you onto the bed.
You bounced slightly as your rear landed into the mattress, you huffed by instinct, you went to sit up but his hand was quick to flatten you back down.
"Or maybe its because I've met a woman who fights with strength like me, showing how tough you really are." He continued so casually as his weight pressed down onto your form, engulfing you in him.
You were lost right now and your heart began to race in pace yet again.
"What are you doin-"
He pressed his nose against yours, the cold sensation of his crimson red horns pressing gently against your forehead.
"Shh, I'm doing whatever I want, part of the bet remember?" His voice was rough again, but the way it sounded made you shudder once more.
You looked into his red eyes and saw nothing but lust staring back at you, was this his plan all along? Was his intentions really to bed you since the beginning of this whole ordeal?!
"W-wait wait, what is this the meaning of this-"
"Isn't it obvious lady? I did just say I like you did I not? The moment I saw you I was too shy to step out the shadows. You're so beautiful and strong. The thrill of fighting you got me way too pumped, and I just knew I had to make you not just my rival, but mine."
"Y- yours?"
"Mhm." He nodded slowly, his hot breath beginning to fan across your face, your own breathing becoming irregular in pace as your nerves and embarrassment climbed higher.
Was this criminal saying he had some sort of crush on you? An infatuation? Like how a child would confess? This can't be happening-
You gasped out when you felt his warm lips press against your neck in a tender experimental kiss. Your reaction gained a gentle chuckle from him however, his breath fanned across your skin like smooth butter as he whispered against your neck; "You're so cute."
Soft and gentle he was, for some reason you couldn't fight back, your will to retaliate left you so fast, the feeling inside you was too good to pass up on.
He kissed your neck again,
And again,
Again.
Each kiss softer and longer than the last, trailing his warm saliva along your plush skin.
Through his gentle kissing and timid nibbling and sucking of your skin, his large hands stroked up your body, to your arms, his hands now encasing your own in a firm embrace, guiding your hands above your head and keeping them there, his eyes closing as he began to let his kisses press more intensely against all your delicate skin.
His voice rumbled against your neck as he spoke gruffly.
"Mmh, I knew you wanted this too, I could taste your want for me before you'd even accepted it yourself." He chuckled hoarsely against your skin, before allowing himself to lick one long strip along your neck with his tongue.
You closed your eyes and whimpered against the wet sensation his tongue provided, his saliva felt so hot against your skin, before the cool air kissed and cooled it instantly, the vast contrast searing you.
Was what he said true? Did you really want this? You'd admired his physique during battle that's true, and you'd let your eyes glimpse one too many times at his toned abs and flexing muscles, but it's hard not to appreciate his masculine frame when he clearly works a great deal to maintain his form... but...
Did that really mean you'd wanted this? How shameful were you? He's a criminal for crying out loud! And he'd been bothering your subordinates for months now, you'd come to take him to prison, not let him have his way with you in some dingy house on a poor excuse of a bed.
You couldn't help but let the moan escape you when you felt his fanged canines peirce into your skin, the sharp stinging of pain was replaced with a numbing pleasure almost instantly, was you addicted to pain now too?
"Hey... come back to me lady. I want you here with me while I do this to you." Something about how possessive he sounded made the whole situation feel even more lewd than it already was.
"I... I don't understand..." Your voice wavered in tone, shaky and fragile sounding, you hadn't realised you'd even started talking before it was too late.
"Mmh... don't understand what lady?" He asked the question slowly before languidly licking another strip along your neck against the current bite mark that began to adorn a deep purple to it, a deep guttural growl reverberated from him as he did so.
You couldn't open your eyes, everytime you did the sensation tingled you and numbed your senses entirely, you felt pins and needles all over as you kept your eyed closed.
"Kujo Sara... Kamisato Ayato... they are able to fight you, win even, so why... why couldn't i- enanngh!" You moan out as you feel another slightly harsher bite sink into your neck thanks to him.
"Rude to mention another name when being intimate with someone, and you mentioned two... that's just mean..." He hummed as he lifted his face from your neck, his eyes glancing at your now abused flesh around your neck, your skin now sporting a set of marks and bruises that he took great pride in knowing he created.
You opened your eyes slowly, blinking as you did, the dim glow of the room blanketing the Oni above you, and if in some ironic way giving the demon blooded man an angelic aura. He licked his bottom lip slowly, drinking in your beautiful blushing doe eyed expression.
"Well, if you must know, the reason they win is because one of them isn't even human lady." He was feeling generous, so decided he'd give you a quick answer to your questions before you become too fucked out to weave anything audible to him.
You pouted up at him, annoyed with the answer he gave, obviously you knew Kujo Sara was a Tengu, not fully human. But... maybe that really was why she was able to hold her own for so long against him, she did master techniques in stamina endurance-
"And as for my good bro Ayato? He's mastered his fighting skills with the aid of speed techniques. Yea I pack a punch, but that doesn't account to much if the opponents too fast to land a hit on haha!" He laughed out in a boisterous manner. He seemed awfully happy to reveal his weaknesses to you right now...
But it made sense... they were both fast and agile, one not even human... you relied on your heavy hits and strong defense but he was the exact same in that field of action... and unfortunately, he's got Oni blood pumping through his veins... so a strong human stands no chance against a strong Oni huh? ... if only you'd known that sooner.
As if noticing the sad look on your face now he began to frown down at you.
"Oi lady." He groaned.
You didn't even look up in response to him now, you just turned your head to the side, looking so defeated and broken now. He wanted you submissive, and there were several faces he wanted you to make tonight but this look of hopelessness wasn't one of them.
"They win, because they can dodge out the way of my attacks." He lowers his head down right to your ear now, his voice going rough again as his hot breath brushed right against your ear. "But I assure you, they wouldn't have been able to remain standing after a head on assault from my strongest move with Ushi." You tensed slightly as he began to praise you, to which he smirked; ah, so you liked appraisal huh? This would be fun then.
"Like I said, your strength is what draws me to you lady, you don't rely on running away or dancing around attacks like a fragile bird. Your tough and experienced. I like that in a- my woman." He began to nibble around your earlobe after speaking, and you whimpered upon hearing him practically claim you. You tried to stifle the whimper but it was a failed attempt, and he'd noticed it.
"Oh? You like that, hm?" He teased you ever so slightly as he licked your ear and nibbled your lobe again, guiding your smaller hands together so one of his large hands could grasp them both, his free hand beginning to drag his black painted claws along your arm and back down to your torso, his touches feather light against your skin.
"Like being called mine, hm? My good girl." He asked the rhetorical question to you, more so trying to coax more reactions from you, and more reactions he got. You mewled softly as he called you his good girl, his hand swiftly slipping under your shirt. His fangs poking out of his lips from his pointy smirk.
You screamed internally to yourself as you felt his warm hand cup over your breast under your shirt; you'd not worn a bra today, typical for the one day you decided to not wear one something like this would happen. But you kept arguing with your inner voice, fight back, retaliate, refuse, anything!
But your body wouldn't listen, you felt weaker by the second and breathless by every little touch. He knew how to tease your body, he knew how to make you shudder, how to feel unbelievably good. Your body still ached from the prior battle but his ministrations against you was soothing and riling you up all at the same time, it was driving you insane.
His clawed fingers made quick work kneading and squeezing your mound of flesh that was encased in his large warm hand, the tips of his nails gently pinching and twisting your nipple; "No bra, Mmh." His tongue slipped out and slowly licked his bottom lip absentmindedly, it looked damn right sinful, you could see it was a habit of his.
His blood ruby eyes stared into your own and made you feel even more trapped by all that was him, you tried your best to look angry still, refusing to give in to the Oni but your face soon faltered and a whimper left you involuntarily as he pinched and pulled particularly rougher on your nipple, the stimulation your breast received became more harder to bear and upon see your reaction he merely scoffed smugly in return.
How quick he was to go from gentle and soft to intense and overwhelming, flicking between the pressure and pace of his own actions against your heated body. All attention you received fell to only your right breast, leaving your body half satiated, pining for more; against your utter morbid displeasure to the knowledge of feeling such a way.
"I could just devour you, my sweet girl." His voice bellowed out as his gaze finally lifted from you and back down to your chest that was still being toyed with but out of his sight, your clothing still obstructing his vision; which he quickly grew impatient with. Your mind was racing a hundred passing thoughts a second, but you soon got tugged back to reality when you heard the sound of tearing echo and ring against your red ears.
You lazily looked down, your eyes half lidded before widening as your blush came back with newfound vigour, your skin now littered with goose bumps as your warm flesh was exposed to the cooling nipping air that kissed along your stomach and exposed breasts, your chest fully on display for the Oni that loomed above you now.
The ripped, tattered remains of your garments clung to your arms in a final attempt to remain intact, his hands and claws were strong enough to completely shred your entire upper clothing that had kept you modest, you didn't know if it was thrill or excitement that you felt to being unsure of his true strength- or maybe it was both.
You saw something flicker in his eyes and the closest word you could label it with was; hunger. He growled as he saw your nipples standing fully erect, you looked delicious to him and he wanted nothing more but to dive right in, so that is exactly what he did. Your eyes widened for a second before squeezing shut tightly, a loud moan was squeezed from you as you felt his lips encase one of your nipples, trapping it between his pointed teeth and grazing while his tongue flicked and rubbed the very tip inside his hot mouth.
His weight slowly dipped more onto you, and the sensations of his chest pressing against you made you feel sandwiched and suffocated, in all the good ways. The cool smooth texture of his belt straps pressed into you too, all these sensations mixed with the newly intense ones from his mouth and hand toying and teasing with your breasts stimulated you more, but the true friction was needed down below now...
You squeezed your thighs subconsciously as he continued to play with your chest, your eyes still shut, your body arching into his ministrations against your own rational thinking. Releasing his grip from your restrained hands in favour of having another hand to knead and press into your soft smooth skin left you finally free, sort of.
Your hands quickly found their new home, nestled into his white soft silky hair, combing through it eagerly, the urge to pull him into your chest more beginning to gnaw at the back of your mind, but the last thing you should be doing right now is embracing him lovingly while he uses you to his fullest his desires. So instead of giving in to your more needier wants you opted in tugging and pulling his head instead, which elicited an animalistic and strained hiss from the Oni.
A shudder ran down your spine as his hiss rumbled deep within his chest, as if flicking a switch his hands snaked under your body and pressed tightly against your back, lifting you off the bed slightly and pressing you more firmly into him as he kept sucking and biting your breasts, his saliva coating your skin and making you feel more hot and bothered by the second.
Trying to keep yourself balanced and under some control you flew a hand back and pressed it into the mattress, you told yourself it was to stop you looking like meat being dangled in his vice grip, but you soon found yourself pushing yourself up more into him too. How much longer you could keep up this fight you was unsure, for it wasn't even with him anymore, just yourself.
You were no virgin to the acts of intimacy, but your so called lovers were few and far between, you'd never really shared a proper romantic relationship for your job was always put first, but from what little experience you had gained, none of your previous partners had ever spent such earnest time on these formalities, foreplay was there and then gone with in minutes, but by the way he kept lapping at your now swollen nipples, sucking hard and nibbling and grazing eagerly to add to it was making you lose focus.
No one had spent so much time on your body before, specially not your breasts, did he have a fascination with them perhaps? You hadn't realised but your thighs had been squeezing and rubbing against one another for the past several minutes now, the friction was nearly enough to elevate some of the tension from your aching sex now.
As his tongue continue to lathe along your nipples and his teeth kept sinking into your plump mounds of flesh your whimpers became pitiful and weak, eventually you were whining and you hadn't even realised it, but he had.
With a sudden flop back onto the mattress you began to pant softly like a bitch in heat, your chest covered in bite marks, hickeys and saliva. You look like you had quite literally been chewed up and spat out, the loud pop that had left him when he finally detached his mouth from your nipple was painfully loud to your now numbing senses.
You glanced up weakly to see his tongue flick across his bottom lip yet again as he looked down at you with happiness and pride bursting from the seams, so pleased he was with the mess you'd now melted into within his grip, he loved seeing the slow decline of your tough defence be replaced with the same amount of lust for him that he was constantly feeling for you.
But it wasn't nearly enough yet, he wanted to break you, ruin you, he wanted your mind to be occupied with nothing but just him now. he would not be satisfied fully till you was putty in hands and obedient to his every whim he wished to perform to your body, after all he just wanted to make you scream and writhe in pleasure as he worships his prize from his victory.
His chest heaved as he too panted softly, having felt the stinging need for air burn his lungs, he'd suppressed himself a lot just so he could keep tasting you, you was scarily addictive and he was already more than hooked to it, to you. Your reactions were sublime to him and your taste was heavenly, so it didn't take long for his hungry eyes to wander down to your rubbing and squeezing thighs, there laid his next prize.
You felt the heat spread across your face as more excitement rushed and pooled down between your thighs, right at your now aching and dripping wet sex, seeing his eyes travel down your dishevelled and ruined form till fixating at your thighs, you got so aroused from seeing his nostrils flare, his eyes fluttering slightly as he picked up on your scent almost instantly.
His pointed fangs poked from his lips once again as his expression changed to a gleeful smile, almost crazed with lust embedded fully within. You smelt intoxicating and he hasn't even seen below your waist yet, still propped on the balls of his heels while knelt above you he glanced up at you, his firm grip now latching onto the sides of your under garments.
"Hold on to something." His voice was hoarse but stern, it was advice you nearly didn't get to follow for just as your hands sunk into the headrest behind you he yanked hard, your clothing tearing and ripping just like your upper clothing, tattered and destroyed and leaving you on full exposure to him. There you laid, completely bare before him now, your enemy, a criminal who was suppose to be going to prison by your hands.
"Woah~" His voice still had such enthusiasm and life to it, while yours had been drained entirely from you, however you still dared to glare up at him, shock and horror on your face as you saw your Anemo vision snuggled tightly in his grip.
"Wouldn't wanna let this go flying off now, huh?" He chuckled softly, your heart began to race with fear and worry, your vision, how could you have been so careless, your vision was now in the hands of the enemy, but your panic soon subsided as you saw him gently toss it with ease onto the floor in your discarded clothes; if you could even call those ripped rags clothes anymore.
"Why the face?" His brow raised in question, your expression soon fizzled back to awkward and nervous, looking away instantly. You didn't have it in you to give back remarks anymore or verbally argue, not after what he's already done to you, and the fact you now lay completely naked before him while he is still fully clothed was enough to make you accept, you'd lost this fight.
He enjoyed teasing you though, he loved the look you had right now, shameful guilt for secretly enjoying everything happening to you, he wasn't gonna pass up this opportunity.
"Well? I am waiting for a response." he cooed provokingly.
The bed dipped and shifted in weight disposal as he began to lower back down above you, making you feel tiny once again against his broad and masculine frame. You opted to close your eyes to try hide your embarrassment as best as you could, he smirked as he began to lower down more, inch by inch, till he wedged himself comfortably between your thighs; You'd tried to keep them shut obviously, but your efforts were pointless, he pried them open swiftly. His fingers now squeezing into the generous and curvaceous flesh you had there.
Now face to face with your sex he flared his nostrils again to get an even stronger sniff of your mouth watering scent, he groaned as his eyes fluttered again more aggressively this time, fucking delicious. Was all he could muster up in his mind, seeing your slick coating across your lips made his eyes almost sparkle with joy, it was him who'd made you get this way, so why not bask in the knowing of it.
You whined loudly in a pathetic protest, you decided to glare down once and you'd regretted it entirely when you saw him practically sticking his nose against your wet sex to smell it, why must he embarrass you so much?! You hated this man- Oni whatever!
He squeezed your thighs again while planting gentle wet kisses against your inner thighs, all round your sex, dancing around giving you attention where you wanted it most, it was making you angry and crazy, hungry to put it bluntly.
He watched as every small touch made your slit twitch and throb in anticipation, how eager your body was to feel him, he watched as your entrance clamped around nothing, and his thoughts juggled with the imagery of your walls clamping around his thick cock, blowing cool air gently against your entrance caused you to jolt slightly, another whine softly leaving you, he couldn't help but lick his bottom lip, again.
"Where did all that bite go from earlier, Hm?" His breath fanned against your hot achy sex and you squeezed your eyes even more rightly shut, he was snapping every last thread of your nerves you had left.
"Well lady?" he hummed sweetly.
"I told you, my name is!-" you were abruptly cut off as you felt the invading sensation of his long warm tongue against your entrance, causing a wanton moan to ring from you, giving open mouthed kisses lovingly to your slick covered lips, sucking gently and almost chewing against them softly, his eyes closed as his breathing was heavy and hard through his nose.
Every breath he took he was further pushed into the haze of your arousal, so thick and disorientating, it tastes so sweet and divine to him, he couldn't pull away, your noises only spurred him on more and awoke the more animal Oni side within him. His grip on your thighs grew tighter, a bruising pressure now being applied to his squeezes.
Your hands found purchase in his hair yet again, desperate for any sort of balance, a grip to help you remain solid, worried he will whisk you away into a frenzy you'll never escape from, moans continued to leave you and his name suddenly flew from you like a chant.
"itto! I-itto, Oh f-fu-mmph." broken curses and incoherent babbles was all you were capable of now. His loud slurps intentionally burning your cheeks with a blush but the blood rushing all around you made you less effected by it right now, the friction and attention you'd been chasing after finally being given to you in such force drove you to your high at a delightfully fast climb.
Somewhen during his onslaught one of his hands had slid back up your burning skin and began to grope and knead one of your breasts again, twisting and pulling your nipple once again. still suckling and lapping at the juices that continues to pour from you, a man starved of his dinner was all he portrayed right now, his other hand still squeezing your thigh tightly, switching from your thigh to grasping over one of your hands.
Suddenly both his hands flew to your rear as he pulled back and easily lifted your smaller frame with him, his mouth never once leaving your soaking wet sex, he knelt there now with your back pressed against his chest and toned abs as he bent you into a clear C-shape, your legs being kept up and either side his head by his strong bruising grip.
In this angle you was forced to watch clearly above as he sunk into your arousal with an insatiable hunger, your hands had fallen over your face, moaning and whimpering in an embarrassed and lust filled state, it drove him mad how cute you were still being while in such a slutty position, it made him suck harder and with a burning need to make you climax, he wanted to see you fall apart in his hands entirely now.
The intensity was not let up for even a second, your high being reached quicker and quicker, your juices mixed with his hot saliva as your sex became slippery, but he didn't relent, you were clearly wanting the main course now, and from the painful strain he felt in his own boxers he was too, but he refused to give up till he reached his goal unshared with you however.
"I- engh... m'close, so close, feels s-so, mmmph good!~" your moans enticed him further, seeing you struggle to form words made a bubble swell inside his chest, it wasn't just pride and happiness anymore that kept him going on so earnestly, there was something else deeper with in, did he like you more than even he had realised...
There was no time to give it thought right now though, as your moans picked up in tone and your breathing became more erratic so did his sucking and licking become more intense and just as you tethered along the edge of the tight coil snapping inside you his middle finger deftly found your clit, his index and ring finger pressed either side as he effortlessly coaxed it from its hooded hiding spot and latched his lips to it, harshly sucking and thrashing his tongue against it.
Your eyes widened as your hands gripped his bright red horns and yanked his face down harder into you, a loud sinful moan wheezed from your lungs like a singing prayer to the archons above as your orgasm crashed into you like a violent wave against the shore. Your vision blurring to white as you was sent to Celestia, he dipped back down and on purposefully latched his mouth hungrily against your entrance where your honeyed liquid practically squirted from, his fingers still skilfully circling round your clit to keep the stimulation, causing you to shudder aggressively from overstimulation.
His eyes were closed as he lapped up all you had to offer, it was so fucking good, he couldn't get enough of it, but he wasn't that cruel, as your moans became more pained and strangled he knew you'd got nothing left to give, so finally he pulled away with one final loud suck and then lifted his head back up, his glowing eyes raking over your destroyed form, your fucked out expression was picturesque, the sheen of sweat that coated you so beautifully from the exhaustion.
"Perfect." he mumbled breathlessly.
He softly laid your body back down, seeing you still twitch slightly and your toes curling and uncurling, a smile too fond looking now lay on his face. You couldn't speak, you couldn't move, you just laid there panting, utterly exhausted. He must be a full blooded demon... how else could he do all this...
Your vision was still blurred but as you continuously blinked it soon came back to you, and what greeted you was the Oni smiling down at you, his pupils blown out entirely and his chin still soaked from before, your cheeks went red again and you turned your face and hid yourself from him.
"Ah, ah." he happily sung out as he gripped your chin and forced you to look back at him, lowering himself back down onto you, it strangely relaxed you to feel his weight against you once more.
"I think it's a bit too late to still be getting so flustered now Lady." He chirped at you and before you could even think of protesting to his use of the title lady for the Nth time he forced you into a fiery and heated kiss that suffocated you with passion and possessiveness that oozed from him. You could taste yourself so vigorously as his tongue danced with yours, he sucked on your tongue and let himself explore your mouth freely with zero retaliation from you now.
He hummed approvingly against you as he melted further into the kiss, your display of obedience making him more than happy, whether because you actually wanted to comply now or because you was simply too tired to keep fighting he didn't care, he was just pleased you were not putting up a fight to him anymore, it would make the rest of this process a lot easier for the both of you.
As the kiss grew deeper and the stinging need for air in your lungs grew more painful you felt his large warm hands dance across your skin, heat radiating from his touch as he did so. Your mumbled pleas and suffocated groans of rejection remained as lost noises in the room as his hands continued to dance and stroke, it was as if he was mapping out your body right before you as you remain trapped under his weight.
"Mmm, taste s'good...." his voice was low and barely above a breathy husk as his lips brushed against your own, allowing you to now inhale some much needed air, whether he said that specifically for you to hear or just because he was riding in his own world of euphoria you had no idea, but the one thing you did know, that you found yourself cursing at within your mind was how your body yearned for attention from him, more touching, more sensations, just... more.
As time slowly and frustratingly dragged on you thought you might finally snap and resort to begging soon, there was only so much of his feathery touches and gentle nipping you could tolerate before demanding more to satiate this burning ache inside you, against you... between your thighs. But just as you opened your mouth to speak your words were swallowed by a muffled gasp into his mouth, as he yet again wrapped you into a deep kiss, just as your eyes closed however you found your back arching hard into the air causing your breasts to press against his broad toned chest.
His finger had swiftly found your bundle of nerves yet again, it felt as if he was beginning to know your body better than yourself in such a short period of time. Just like before he attacked your clit with precise circular movements strung out by his finger, your body jolting and arching more in reaction, you were so sensitive now and as he looked down at your tightly squeezed eyes with your face flushed with arousal he couldn't help but snicker almost sinisterly.
"Is someone enjoying themselves, mmh?" His voice was drowning in a smug aura, you hated it so much but you were far from being able to give him a piece of your mind, or at least your rational side.
"I-oh, oh, oh, oh....s-st...engh." You couldn't formulate a single word now, your heart thudding against your ribcage so aggressively, your words being stolen from you with every small movement of his finger against your clit, you were so angry, but boy oh boy did it feel so damn good.
"What was that?" he leaned his head further down now, his toothy smirk more obvious to your blurring vision. He let his tongue slide out as if it had a mind of its own and lick one, long, slow, stripe against your cheek. The contrast from warm to boiling as his saliva touched your skin again, caused another whimper to fall from your quivering lips, protesting words were hot on your tongue but unable to voice them aloud resulted in them merely fizzling back down into breathy whines.
He lifted his head back up humming calmly to himself, his behaviour and face far too nonchalant for the fact he was mindlessly shoving two of his fingers in an out of your twitching sex repeatedly, causing you to writhe while under him as his onslaught never ceased on your oversensitive clit either. His fingers stretched you so deliciously but it was lacking just a tiny bit, so delicious it was but not filling enough, you just craved more.
Clicking his tongue as he watched your expressions he finally pulled his fingers away entirely and up to his lips, absentmindedly slipping them into his mouth and sucking them clean, groaning gently as he sat up on his heels now, looming over your sweaty and riled up body. You were looking at him, or through him, he couldn't really know for sure, since your pupils were so large and dilated now. He smirked while looking at your cute face.
You stared up at him, nervous but somewhat excited to know what he was about to do to you next, did the thought of being at his mercy entice you so much? Knowing he can use you as he pleased made your heart flutter and your stomach do backflips within you, for some reason it all felt wrong, but so good? So fun and freeing. You didn't want it to stop, but you did not have the guts to drop your pride to admit as much.
A problem he also seemed to pick up from you with little effort as he suddenly lowered his hands and began to unbuckle his belt from around his waist, the sight of your eyes widening and your bottom lip being sucked in as you gawked like a timid deer before a hungry lion made the beast inside him growl lowly and grow hungrier, he had you right where he wanted you now and it was a satisfying enough victory to know he himself was the one who got you to this point, where not only was your body practically begging and crying to be stuffed by him- but your mind too was growing impatient with the lack of him inside you, it was simply, delightful for him to bare witness too.
"Hope you're ready-" his voice sounded so far away, you cared not for the words he spoke to you, far too enthralled in watching as his fingers slowly and teasingly undressed his lower self, the belt finally unbuckled and hanging either side his hips, the bulge so big against his pants, and then with one final push down his monstrous cock sprang out and up.
It practically slapped his lower abdomen as it stood up right, so angry looking it was, thick, long, veiny, the girth frightened you almost instantly, but the sheer size was just... terrifying, the thought of it fitting inside you was unfathomable. There was no way it would fit, it just, wouldn't... it can't... can it?
The tip was already shiny as it leaked beads of thick precum, weeping almost from the lack of attention it had received the whole time, but as you continued to stare wide eyed you noticed something- ridges, or well bumps, not massive but enough to definitely be felt, they circled his entire length in rings, tracing all the way down to the base of his massive cock.
It went without say that such a monstrous cock was paired with equally large balls, and where the length met with the rest of him there was a wild and untamed patch of white hair nestled there, it looked unruly but also strangely complimented the rest of his size.
From the way it bobbed slightly you could tell it was also heavy, you inwardly rolled your eyes at such an obvious observation, something so big would clearly have weight to it as such, but for a cock to be heavy... just added to the fear in your thoughts of it being unable to fit. Reacting on instinct alone you naturally began to scatter against the bed, your weight shifting in the soiled mattress before a strong grip locked on your ankle yanking you back to your prior position.
"So scared." His voice was intrusive all of a sudden, and it made you finally tear your gaze from the intimidating member back to his glowing crimson eyes which were almost just as intimidating in all honesty, with the pure hunger and lust that swirled in them for you right now.
You jumped out of reflex as his clawed fingers suddenly clasped your chin tightly but not painfully, locking your gaze with his as he began to sink back down onto the bed, shuffling and moving closer to you, wedging himself between your shaking thighs.
"It will fit-" his voice was hoarse as he leaned his face down and began to kiss and lick against your cheek and reddened ear tip, nibbling and suckling gently against the very tip making you sigh out and unknowingly relax into his ministrations once more. His hot breath softly brushing your ear as he then whispered right against you; "and you're gonna be my good girl and take it all."
Briefly drunk on the praise of his little pet name to you again gave him all the distraction he needed to bring himself close enough to finally start grinding and rubbing the under part of his cock against your soaked lips, parting them easily allowing him to slide up and down effortlessly, the bumps already causing tiny tremors throughout your entire body.
You gasped and squeezed your legs tightly around his body and locked them just above his ass, your hands flung out as you tried to weakly push at his lower abdomen in a futile attempt to remove himself from you, but he was quick to scoop your hands up into his, intertwining his thick long fingers with your much smaller ones in comparison and locking your hands above your head as gently he hushed you, leaving you open and vulnerable to his mercy all over again.
"Shh, shh, come on now-" he cooed gently as he continued to thrust himself against your entrance, lubricating himself with your fluids dripping from you. "you're gonna be my good girl, right?" He tilted his head at you, giving the false impression you had an option to refuse entirely, but you knew you didn't and at the same time, you didn't want there to be an option for that either.
With another slow and devilish lick of his bottom lip, he began to prod at your twitching entrance, his tip bulging in size at it began to push further in, more and more until- your eyes widened and a strange strangled choke of incoherent babbling tumbled from your swollen red lips. Shaking your head and trying to voice aloud your panic and fear you began to writhe and wriggle underneath him, any distance from his cock was good distance at this point.
He clicked his tongue from annoyance that he'd been disrupted in his process, he groaned deeply and leaned further down till his massive and muscular arms were eitherside your head, you were effectively caged in and your fragile efforts to escape or create space went wasted. With one of his hands he stroked your cheek in a doting way, a look of understanding across his features; until it was replaced with a smirk frothing with smug and lust.
"Bite." Is all his gruffly voice whispered out in a hushed order, and as doing so his clawed thumb gently slid into your mouth, with his movements so careful he made sure he didn't nick you in anyway inside your mouth. You looked worried and confused, simply adorable but he waited for you to come back to grip and when you did he felt your teeth hesitantly sink into his thumb. He found it somewhat heartwarming that after all he's put you through you were scared to bite down too hard on him; how thoughtful.
He leaned further down till his nose brushed against yours and then locked his hand on your face by letting his fingers wrap against your cheek and under your chin, his thumb lodged into your mouth. "Harder, you'll need too." You didn't understand his words but you had next to no time to try unravel it as then you felt it, his large and throbbing cock pushing through your entrance and stretching you out painfully as he began to sink himself into you.
You began to cry out in a muffled mess and eventually you took the advice and sunk down harder into his flesh on his thumb, his eyes fluttered from the sensation of feeling your walls spasm and stretch around him as you bit him with all your might. Your hips began to buck and knowing it will only cause more harm than good for you right now he used his other hand to get a vice grip onto your flesh, bruising force added to ensure you were kept still.
Your eyes began to roll back as tears swelled up and threatened to trickle down your cheeks, your breathing utterly out of rhythm and rushed as you tensed up and sniffed over and over. Your hiccups of refusal were swallowed back down as his thumb pressed against your tongue flattening it against the inside of your bottom jaw. He was just so enormous, so thick and every inch he pushed in was greeting your quivering walls with an extra ridged bump. You could actively count every inch as the ridges acted akin to landmarks, well, you could if your mind was anything but hot mushy inchorenet mess right now
As he finally bottomed out inside you his eyes closed and his head dropped down, his crimson horns pressing gently against your forehead as he inhaled deeply before letting out a shaky sigh.
"F-fuck me Princess, you really are t-tight, Arcons have mer-cy..." he swallowed down deeply as he slowly gathered back up his composure, having nearly released inside you instantaneously; not that you were aware, your eyes were closed tightly while you gnawed on his thumb, desperately attempting to distract yourself from how insanely full you felt right now.
You don't know when he'd started, but he'd begun to do small experimental thrusts into you, each rigid bump along his shaft rubbing deliciously against your spasming walls deep within. Your eyes opened, but your vision was blurry now, tears swelling and eventually running down your red tinted cheeks, and what was that god awful sound- oh, right, it was you.
With his thumb so comfortably lodged within your mouth and pressed flatly against your tongue, he made sure to keep your mouth ever so ungracefully pried open. Your moans seeped out with wild abandon, echoing throughout the dusty and unkempt hideout. Your face remained a flushed, furious red, if only your mind could share the same furious look inside, but alas, your mind was the biggest traitor right now.
He's so big!
It feels, so... Good...
Don't stop!
Could your mind become any more traitorous?!
This was so embarrassing, and so, so- just... wrong! The fact that your mind was now buzzing with a sickly, strong, and sweet euphoria that continued to wash over your body was humiliation at the finest degree, but you could do little to actually care or even continue to fan the flames of frustration when- oh!
His thrusts began to pick up in pace now, mercilessly so, much like how he was in battle, prior to all this, he remained focused and undeterred throughout it all. Fixated on his goal, whatever it may be, you had no clue nor cared to try find out, since every thrust buzzes your brain and a staticky white flash continuously drowned your vision out.
The vulgar sound of slapping and squelching continued to ring out around the room, accompanied by your mewls and moans, which helped drown out somewhat but not entirely the low guttural grunts and huffs from the Oni above you. His biceps continued to flex as he positoned into you with no signs of slowing down, due to your vision being so blurry now and his face nuzzled into your neck you couldn't see his eyes shut tight and brows furrowed together as he continued to fight the nearly overwhelming urge to just release inside you right now.
He wanted to, more than anything, and he was going to. But not till he heard more of your beautiful melody, your singing voice that cries such beautiful notes of ecstasy and pleasure for only his ears to hear and for his ministrations alone to be the cause of. You sounded so angelic to him, beautiful and perfect, sexy as hell; if he was gonna be his brutal truthful honest self to all this.
To see you remain so strong-willed and ferocious yet still somehow exude such cute and submissive sounds and actions made his somewhat simple Oni mind melt and fizzle. God, he was so infatuated with you! You surely were meant to be his woman if you're able to rile him up so and get under his skin so damn well.
Both yours and his body began to shine with a sheat of sweat, exhaustion starting to numb your poor abused body and sex addled brain, and even he deep inside had to admit this pace he set was taxing on even his energy now. The constant piston thrusting deep inside, the rigid bumps rubbing and scraping inside as it continued to batter your walls wider for his fit, morphing your insides to better fit him, only him, only ever him forevermore.
He wanted to ruin you and ruin you he thrououghly had. For when he finally lifted his head from the soft crease of your neck and shoulder, he nearly choked on his own spit, your eyes were glossed over, shiny pearls of utter dizziness. Drunk on all that was him now, you looked so properly fucked out in a clammy hot mess with your tongue now lulling out your mouth, your saliva dribbling down your chin, his thumb was coated in your saliva too but he really couldn't care less right now.
His lips parted, actually left speechless, so in awe of your pleasure ridden facial features, he ceased all the momentum of his thrusting hips. He... did this? Your stoic and stern expression from before, gone... shattered and replaced with a moaning flush faced shy girl, your strict and icy cold words replaced with utter incoherent and stringless garbles of praise- praise?
"-ide me, p-... please." You hiccuped through heavy pants and sniffles, muffled round his thumb. He blinked several times in a daze and slowly let his thumb leave your mouth, lifting his other hand off your body too, and he really didn't expect what happened next when you suddenly whimpered in full blown out worry and weakly wrapped your legs as tightly as possible round his lower abdomen in a tired plea for him to remain.
"Lad- L/N... what did you say before?" His voice sounded uneven, and even he was taken aback by how fragile it sounded. He cleared his throat softly as the faint pink on his cheeks dusted over even more so now, you hiccuped again through your whimpers and sobs as you wiped your eyes, soft sniffles escaping as you did so.
"I..." You didn't want to repeat yourself, for it was merely a heat of the moment thing, right? Yea... that was it. You swallowed down, having had your tongue pressed flatly down for so long, and your harsh panting and moans tearing at your vocal cords your throat felt unforgivable dry right now. You turned your head fast, trying to conceal your blushing face one again.
"It doesn't matte-" You were cut off by his hand grabbing your chin softly but sternly and angling you back to meet his Ruby eyed gaze.
"Don't give me that." It came out more depeserate than he'd liked, but he was at a complete loss of well, everything right now so he didn't have time to care.
You, however, were stunned by his desperation in his voice. You'd heard the lilt in his voice weave and tangle through many tones tonight, sarcastic, playful, serious, but, desperate? This was a first. Should you really repeat your silly request? After all... are you sure you even liked this criminal now? And it wasn't just your mind dizzied on sex speaking nonsense?
Because he gave you some praise? Flashed pretty words to you and then proceeded to drown you in the most intoxicating sexual experience you'd ever had, not that you'd had many to even compare this with might you add.
"I... well... it doesn't matter! I wouldn't have even meant it." You suddenly barked at him. Your voice was weak, however, due to your wear and tear of your poor throat.
"And why's that, mh?" He retorted, fast, too fast.
"I .. because..." You fell short of excuses there... you somehow found yourself lost for words, or at least words that wouldn't result in hurting the Oni before you. Why did even matter to you if you did hurt his feelings? You'd done it no problem earlier, so why was it making a small twang of guilt ring throughout your body?
"Because?" He questioned back, again too fast, a tensing of his jawline visible. Was he getting angry with you?
"Because it's stupid, silly, and ridiculous." You calmly said back, your eyes now locked with confidence against his own.
"Really." He merely scoffed, rolling his eyes as he let out a rather not nice sounding feign chuckle. Clearly, sarcasm was not foreign to him either.
You narrowed your eyes, still glossed over with lust as you were at the peak of your most intensive orgasm yet, till he stopped and broke the beautiful glass of non thinking and feeling straight bliss.
He shook his head, though annoyed he still couldn't help but find you cute, adorable even, he really did admire you, how tough you acted, that façade of yours definitely worth praising after all, it has managed to remain intact after all, this. But his patience really was running thin now, real thin.
"Stupid, is it?" He asks you bitterly as he suddenly thrusts hard into you once, causing you to gasp and moan out.
"Silly, am I?" He asks again bitterly, followed by another sudden rough thrust, eliciting another moan from you as he hit especially deep that time.
Your frustrated narrows eyes never leave his impatient red glowing ones in your staring contest throughout this all, but as he lowers his face, fangs protruding once again, the red paint looking even more luminous from his sweat covered body that maps all over him making him almost look like a walking canvas, of breathing art; you begin to feel your quick put up defence crumbling once again.
"Wanna know what's ridiculous?" He mutters lowly to you to which you give an exhausted and quizzical look to.
"How I'm balls deep inside you hearing you cry out in pure bliss and sing my name for any living soul to hear miles away. And yet, you still insist you don't like it? Or me for that matter." He narrows his eyes at you now as you gasp in shocked horror at his appalling words, covering your mouth with your hand in disbelief to how crude he was just then.
"Mmh?" He tilts his head at you as he thrusts yet again at that spot, and you mewl.
"Psh. Yea, that's ridiculous, alright." He merely grunts yet again. Your pride was admirable, but it sure was gonna be your downfall one of these days, and he knew that, so he did what he had to. Bring it down a few pegs.
Huffing loudly and dramatically, he sat back up again, and slowly, he began to pull himself out. Ridged bump, by ridged bump.
"Well, if you really don't like this or me, then I guess this is all for nothing-" he was interrupted by your sudden needy whine.
He looked down at you, feigning disinterest to you now, which... hurt. You missed that look of hunger...want...need... you miss him showing his expressions like he wears his heart on his sleeve... you miss his well... childish and goofy attitude; this side was... cold and harsh.
"Don't leave..." You whimper barely above a whisper.
"What was that? Speak up, Lady." He replied curtly, using that damned 'Lady' again.
"Don't leave." You said clearer this time, albeit still weakly as you had taken a battering so far in all fairness.
"Why." Stupid Oni.
He knew why.
"Because... I don't want you to..." You groaned and pouted now, fuck you was acting so cute. He nearly threw caution to the wind and just continued to pound you into the mattress, but no, you need to learn this lesson now.
"Wrong answer." Is all he sighed as he began to lift off again, your eyes widened as panic wrenched inside you now, concerned he may actually fully pull out and leave you empty inside, high and dry. With sudden abruptness you sat up and latched onto his biceps which he instinctively flexed at the sudden squeeze of.
"No! Dont- don't go!" You whined loudly now. You didn't care anymore about your pride, about your rationality of this situation, and how wrong it was. You actually somehow had started to like this damn criminal, bastard Oni.
"Why!" He now smirked at you, knowing fully well he'd teased you to your prides' end, and your stubbornness has now fleed behind the shadows of your mind.
"Because i- i- ugh! I like you! Okay! I don't know how you managed to do this to me, you animalistic criminal Oni, but... I like you now okay! Happy?!" You yelled out in a high-pitched whine sounding nowhere near as angry as you'd wished.
Suddenly, he smiled at you, big and bright, beaming with... something that could only spell 'uh-oh' for you.
"Yes. Very." He replied before suddenly without warning yet again he leaned slightly into you and began to piston inside you once again, deep and unforgiving. His massive length pushes all the way back inside again, the bumps sending shivers and tremors inside you all over again. Your eyes widened, then rolled back as you'd forgotten just how sensitive you were now from the long distraction and lack of movement.
You let out a wanton moan suddenly and yelped from embarrassment of the sound as he'd pushed hard against that special spot once more. He stopped for a few mere seconds as he glared into your widened glossy lust filled and now worried eyes.
"Itto- n-no no no wa-ahhh!" You cried out through mid protest as he angled his massive throbbing length and continued to thrust hard and deep and began his relentless assault to that spot over and over. Your vision blurred almost instantly again, and you were forced back into the white staticky buzz with every thrust once again.
"For... all... it... matters... I did confess I... engh- liked you right from... the very... start... just saying, engh-argh fuck!" He growled and groaned every word out through harsh and hurried hisses of air while maintaining his brutal fast pace on you.
You couldn't even hope to reply now but merely moan over and over, you squeezed his biceps over and over, your nails digging into his skin which only further fueled his hunger to continue the chase of yours and his high now. You were close... so close and rapidly drawing closer with his unrelenting thrusts.
Your mind was reaching that fuzzy high again, and you felt like you were floating all over again in a sea of clouds and simply soaring higher. You opened your mouth and barely muttered the beginning of your sentence before you shut your mouth once again, adement on not saying something so dirty and naughty. But he noticed. He always will notice.
"No, not again L/N" he ordered.
"Y-.... Y/N." you said through hiccuped sobs of pleasurable mewls, having been resorted back to the sorry state of inchorentness again.
He smiled warmly down at you, a look too full of admiration and adoration for what the beast was currently doing to you right now.
"Very well, tell me what you was gonna say, Y/N." He grunted out as he continued to thrust hard and fast, the slapping of his waist into your plush thighs beginning to make your skin red raw.
There wasn't any way out of this now... was there? You couldn't keep hiding it from hiii-!!!!!
You cried out and shuddered violently as you suddenly felt his finger mercilessly rub and flick and squeeze against your swollen and sensitive clit, you jerked violently over and over- you really was about to cum now.
"Tell meeeee Y/N~ be my good girl, don't hide it from me now." He saw the way your face cracked its defence even more from his praising words and use of your name. He had a fair idea already of what it was you were trying to fight the urge to say, but he really, really wanted to hear you say it.
"Inside me..ah!" You moaned out again, a vast change of tone and pitch from when you try to talk.
"Say it clearly now, my good girl, use your words. After all, you are the fancy talking one here, eh?" He continued to grunt and growl, he was so close and fighting it back every devastatingly painful second this game continued on, but he refused to not have you surrendered fully to him, otherwise it wasn't a true victory.
"Itto for the love of archons s-sake!! Cum inside me!" You practically screamed it out now just as you began to fully black out from your orgasm crashing down on you, dragging you under into the starry skied abyss in your mind, tremors and shudders, accompanied with numbing and sense wracking tingles that electrocuted all over your body, it felt so intense and aggressive, you don't remember the last time you'd cummed so... hard?
But then you felt it the blissful throbbing and pulsating of his stupidly large and thick cock wedged in humanly deep inside you, the hotness of his cum as it shot out in plentiful and thick ropes deep inside, coating all your insides with his seed, making everything that is you, now his.
Both of you were too fucked out and riding high on your release that neither of you heard the door to the shabby small room open, ten minutes ago... so once he finally drooped ontop of you still being mindful to not crush you and you absentmindedly caressed his head and scalp with gentle soothing and dotting caresses you both jumped and yelled from shock and uncertainty to hear a woman's sudden curt-
"Ahem."
Oh no... you knew that voice... no... please... it can't be... not... not-
"Tengu! Haha! Hi again! Did you come to duel me again?" Ittos happy voice seemed far too loud right now as your body went weak and numb and all colour to your face drained, you felt sick.
"Arataki Itto, I beg, if you actually have any damn braincells, remove yourself from... my superior and dress yourself. Now. For Shogun's sake, this truly is disgraceful behaviour." Sara said sternly as ever, though the wavering in her tone was clearly adamant.
He groaned and rolled his eyes dramatically. "Sore looser, tsk."
Just as he went to lift up off you, he looked down and remembered, ah yea... he ruined your clothes. In some crude act of gentleman's chivalry, he quickly pressed back down you, causing you to whince as... yes, his length was still deeply wedged inside you, and your poor filled to the brim battered insides.
"About that, aha... hey, Tengu, mind stepping out for a sec? Your uh, boss here has a slight lack of... wearable clothes." He asked sheepishly.
You were dead, yes? You had to be. Please say you were. Because this... you couldn't ever live this down. How could you order Sara around now and remain serious after this ordeal.
Archons, please kill me now.
The uneasy sigh from Kujou set your cheeks ablaze with a fire red blush. Hearing the soft sound of fabrics pooling against the floor, she merely clicked her tongue in annoyance.
"You. Out now. Let Miss L/N dress in private. Show her some respect damn heathen." Is all Sara said as she must've stepped outside you assumed from the clacking of her shoes fading slightly.
Itto grumbled as he finally slowly lifted off you, pulling out gently, taking one last look at your battered and soaked sex that was now leaking his essence from it. He frowned. What a waste. But at least he'd found his woman now, so when his rut struck, he had the perfect partner to finally create a bunch of baby Ittos with!
He flashed you a goofy toothy grin as he stepped back onto the floor and crouched down, grabbing his clothes in a half assed messy heap in his arms and winking at you before leaving. Hearing his voice fade out as the door began to shut, only making out the tail-end of the conversation between the Oni and the Tengu.
"Why'd you bring your boss spare clothes?"
"Because I know duels with you don't naturally last this long, and besides, I knew she was your type. Animal. Shut up and get dressed already!"
Click
With the door finally shut, you let out a long held in whine and sigh. Pulling at your hair slightly as you sat up and inwardly cursing yourself for falling victim to... all of this!
You got up a bit too quickly, your legs wobbled, and you nearly fell flat on your ass. You ached, you were sore all over, you had a headache, and you were so damned hungry and thirsty.
Just how long had he kept you in here? Fiend.
You sighed softly and a gentle smile slowly made its way onto your face as you remember all he'd said.
I kinda like you.
My good girl.
Stop it! Ugh. Stupid woman.
You rolled your eyes as you looked down at the pile of clean spare clothes your subordinate had graciously bought along with her, and after a failed lazy attempt to give yourself aftercare you threw hygiene to the wind for now and just threw the clothes on. Comfy. At least Sara knew your size well.
Yea, definitely time for her raise, huh?
After slipping your Anemo Vision back into your back pocket, you breathed in and tried to neaten your completely sex mussed hair and dishevelled appearance. Closing your eyes at the door, you breathed in deeply once more and then dared to face the front of your consequences.
Click.
You looked down the small dimly lit hallway to this shabby cottage and saw an exasperated Kujou arms crossed and faced away from a smiling and arms flailing Itto. She clocked onto you immediately, almost begging for help to escape the Onis consistent babbling and you couldn't help but chuckle.
Making your way back down to them at the front door of the cottage, she bowed respectfully to you, grabbing Itto by his chest strap and tugging it down too much to his sudden 'Hey!' going ignored by the Tengu.
"Lady L/N. I hope you've been okay in my absence. I'm sorry I could not be here to help protect you from this brute. I should've pressed harder on the seriousness of this matter in the first place-" You lifted your hand and cut her mid apology as you couldn't bare to hear her blame herself anymore.
"Enough Sara, please, call me Y/N. You are not in any way to be blamed for this. You gave me ample warning of this Oni and his mannerisms. I chose to ignore it with my selfish pride. The fault is mine to bear alone, understood." You still sounded authoritive, which you were grateful for at least.
Upon hearing your words the Tengu blushes faintly as she began to slowly lift up with a quizzical look, Itto quick to pry himself free from her vice grip and huff crossing his arms not appreciating being spoken about as if he wasn't right there. But she merely flashed a genuine happy and grateful smile to you which you returned in full earnest.
"Thank you, lady L- Y/N." She bowed quickly, unable to completely dismiss her soldier demeanour.
Your stomach then suddenly let out a very loud and embarrassing grumble, which Sara's eyes widened too, and Itto burst out in boisterous laughter at.
"Hey! No laughing Oni! This is your fault, after all!" You snarled, trying to keep your serious tone, but it failed and came out more pouty as you crossed your arms. "Archons knows how long you kept me caged up in there." You finished.
"Psh, you wasn't complaining a little while ago- ow!" He rubbed his arm where Sara had left a perfectly time silencer punch that you nodded in gratitude to her for.
"Let's go grab something to eat Sara." You said as she smiled at you and nodded.
"Sounds lovely, Y/N." She replied as she walked beside you and then began to walk with you.
"First though, I need to head back to my chambers and... properly tend to myself." You embarrassingly whimpered to which Sara nodded in understatement.
"Hey! I'm hungry too! Can I come, ladies?" Itto sing songed beside you both, arms crossed behind his head nonchantly.
"Only if you're paying." You deadpanned to him and he flashed you a toothy smirk.
"Of course I'll pay for my woman, silly Y/N! I'm not paying for the Tengu, though." He sniffed calmly back as Sara flashed him a threatening glare.
"Amazing, you called me Lady for probably twenty-four hours straight, and somehow you now say my name so naturally like we've always known each other?" You raise a brow playfully to him, amused at his slightly taken aback demeanour to your new playful attitude, but he welcomes it fully with a daring grin as he replies;
"Was it not you who said-" he then breathes in to raise his voice in a archons awful attempt to impersonate your voice- "Maybe sometime in solitary confinement is what I need, or something like that." He stuck his tongue out at to which you stuck yours back out at him.
It felt, nice, to let go of your serious tone you always wore and just... live, after all there are times when proper etiquette and attitude will always be needed and serious moments will require serious level headed stability, but that doesn't mean... always. Certainly not in just normal day to day activities.
"It isn't solitary if you're not alone Itto." You simply huffed and shook your head, albeit slightly amused.
"Well, it was alone enough for you, so it was alone for me too, aha!" He broadly said back to which you blushed hard.
"Whatever my woman is happy with, I am happy with!" He finally concluded, before getting elbowed in the rib my Sara beside him to which he groaned at and began rubbing his skin softly.
Neither noticed or if they did they didn't respond to your blush of his name calling to you again, you let out a small smile and faced ahead as you all made your way back to Inazuma city, with their bickering keeping you amused and content the whole way.
"You will pay for me Oni. Its called being a gentleman."
"I'm an Oni."
"Your still paying."
"Am not."
"Alright, we'll arm wrestle for it. If you lose, you pay for me if I lose. I'll pay for all of us."
"Haha! You're on Tengu! You're soooooo gonna regret challenging me! Arataki The One and Oni, undefeated, unrivalled, and now taken Itto!"
"Archon, give me strength..."
Finished! Finally! Ahhhh!!!! Sobbing rn 😭 this took... so... damn .... long! I hope you lot like it because I really had to fight myself for months to not give up on this but since its near Christmas and Ittos rerun banner is out rn this seemed the perfect time to finally get it done. So. Yea. Merry Christmas, guys, lmao! - Mod Diluc
Aemond Targaryen finding out about your size kink would include :
(Woooo more prompts! Woooo Aemond! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/credit to the original owners.)
-Him realizing how flustered you get whenever he walks up so closely to you and teases you for being much shorter than him now, loving to get a rise out of you since you spent your childhood teasing him before now
-Him always purposely coming so up close to you when he needs to show you how something is done or simply to hand you something, gladly looking down at you intently and making you feel smaller
-Him having a habit of pulling you close to him out of surprise once you’re both alone, letting his hands feel and roam you to tease you and reminding you how you can’t escape him so easily anymore
-Him eagerly kissing you and proving to you how much stronger he is than you as he cups your face and has complete control
-Him gladly helping you practice how to defend yourself just so he can get to easily pin you down and tease you about needing to be stronger if you want to
-Him purposely surprising you during your baths just so he can pull you close to him and keep you all to himself, teasing your body and not letting you go so easily
-Him loving to bend you over completely or fold you as he fucks you deep, reminding you that you’re all his and you can’t easily escape him, making you feel even smaller under him
-Him always having a habit of commenting on your small hands or how big his cock looks in you or your mouth, enjoying to have you completely shy from his words
-Him eagerly pinning you to go down on you just so he can easily taste you and not going easy on you for a second reminding you that you’re all his to be toyed with
-Him purposely keeping up with his training so he can stay much bigger than you and keep teasing you about it
