#morax smut

[lovegasmic]

★ MONSTERFUCKING FT ZHONGLI

‘ fem!reader◞ big dick, husband, half dragon Zhongli calls himself your god and you call him Morax like twice◞ aphrodisiac◞ brief cervix fucking◞ matting cycles◞ breeding kink◞ knotting◞ oviposition ’ rewritten with my current style, my most loved fic from 2022 ( my baby )

amber. like the sunset rays going through the slightly yellow tinted windows, bathing you both in the golden light, like his eyes that devoured you whole, taking in every detail and expression of pleasure from you.

like the pair of horns that adorned his head, the support you’ve been using for a while now since there were times your husband liked to fuck hard, leaving you gasping for air and looking for any sort of support that wasn’t his back, sweat coated and filled with crescent marks of your nails, as your body jolted with each punishing thrust.

brown undertones, like the scales that adorned his body, extending over the length of his arms, neck, abdomen to finally reach the base of his cock, now wet and slippery from your slick as he continued to fuck your brains out.

like the long tail that thumped on the floor occasionally, thick on the base and slimmer in the tip, but still heavy enough to create a loud thud that matched your screams and the wet noise of skin slapping. spikes, scales, all glowing in the now dark room, just like the tips of Zhongli’s hair, rising in intensity as he was close to climax.

amber, thick and overly sweet like his words, like his praises, like the liquid that filled your mouth and dripped down your chin, drops that he was quick to lick with a serpent tongue, long and smooth, plunging inside your mouth to make you take it all.

“open your lips for me, my love” Zhongli mutters with his eyes glued on you, imponent frame towering above your body, making you feel smaller somehow, “it will help the pain” soothing, using his thumb to caress your bottom lip and help you part them further enough for the tip of the crystal clear bottle to drip it’s contents inside your waiting mouth.

watching you take the liquid at the same time the engorged tip of his cock pushed between your folds “...so, perfect”.

you whine his name, once, twice, wiggling your hips trying to get more friction from his sweet cock teasing your pussy, “stop, you will make a mess” your beloved husband whispers so sweetly, noticing how a few drops of sticky liquid slipped from your lips.

barely leaning forward to lick them, causing his cock to unintentionally slide inside your walls just lightly, just the tip stretching you apart, enough to make you whine, but not to satisfy, accustomed to his fat cock making your eyes roll, now unable to get off on your own, always waiting for your husband to keep you full.

“hah— Zhongli, please” yet another whine, hips bucking as the dual tips of his forked tongue traveled over the expanse of your neck and shoulders, fangs often scraping through the sensitive skin.

“I am here, my dear, let me take care of you” the way his husked words were spoken directly on your ear got your pussy clenching around the tip of his cock that was still nestled inside of your warm walls, stealing a loud grunt from Zhongli’s throat as his hips were now giving shallow thrusts, fucking you with his cockhead while his thumbs spread your pussy lips open, admiring the way you stretched and coated his thick grit with your slick, “oh, my beautiful wife..” starting to rub circles on your clit, fingertips wet from your fluids to make the motion easier, feeling your body shake so easily from his touch, “my mate”

and you cum just like that, trembling and panting on the bed with not even half of his grith inside, but the smirk on his face told you that was just the beginning, or perhaps, that the aphrodisiacs you drank were working already.

it wasn’t the first time you took the liquid either, it helped you to take your husband’s inhuman — quite literally — cock while on his matting cycles, normally it was huge, but on those days, he impressively grew larger and thicker.

bringing you back to the present with a little smirk and a muttered “pretty”, slipping a slick covered hand to your belly and pressing just sightly, taking advantage of your fucked out state to hold on your thighs and press them against his chest, his own body weight pushing you down further in the mattress while you bended in half in a tight matting press.

you yelp a little, “ungh fuck-” while his cock starts to sink deeper, Zhongli’s own groans growing louder as he tried to fit his massive length inside your too tight cunt, “too big—” now squeal, trying to squirm underneath him but unable to move from how tightly he held you down, only taking what he wanted to give you.

“you are taking it so well, my love, I will make you feel so good...” he says, leaning forward to kiss your lips with his long, wet tongue exploring the insides of mouth and swallowing your moans, making your whole focus on him as he moved in tiny thrusts sinking an inch deeper each time.

“you are absolutely perfect” the praise comes between needy kisses, “so good for me, my pretty wife”

small oh’s and choked out sobs where the only thing you could form while your husband filled your soaked pussy, tears threatening to fall at the intensity of everything, extremely thankful to the aphrodisiacs because otherwise, taking him to the base would have been impossible.

one last peck on your lips and Zhongli is kneeling on the mattress, with knees on each side of your thighs as his cock filled your wet hole, balls coming to rest on your ass, so fucking deep you swore you felt it in your throat.

and he wastes no time before pounding you mercilessly, his thrusts so hard and deep your body is bouncing on the mattress, mounting you almost like an animal, the wet squelching sounds from your pussy getting louder with each wave of arousal pooling in between your legs, and the knot at the base of his cock engorged starting to hit against your puffy pussy lips that eagerly waited for the moment he would bury it inside, his desire to knot you clouding his thoughts.

“a-ah, god” you moan, back arching against the mattress, sobbing out his name breathlessly.

“I am your god” he rasps out, holding your chin with a hand while the other moved to your ass, lifting you up to fuck you better, hitting on your g-spot each time, a small change on the angle and he would be fucking your cervix, “say it”

“ah, yes, yes!” you scream, pussy throbbing from the incoming orgasm “yes, yes my god, fuck— Morax!”

“that’s right, my love, your god is going to make you feel so good”

“so close” your cries music to his ears, and the sloppy picture you paint, drool slipping from the corner of your lips and pooling in your neck and pillow, making it hard to breath, hard to think, with his fat cock fucking you raw, with his handsome face twisted in pleasure and your name on his lips.

pussy clenching and throbbing as you came again without a warning, not a sound escaping your lips except for a small breathless gasp, toes curling and eyes rolling to the back of your head, not only after you have already babbled and convulsed that you manage to utter “M-morax, please...”

“what do you desire, my love?” watching your half lidded eyes with his own, glowing bright in adoration and lust.

“your cum— please, please, please, give it to me, fill me up” you choke out, the air getting knocked out of your lungs each time Zhongli’s hips smacked against your ass, hard, almost painfully.

“ah, yes, — I’m going to fill you, you’re going to carry my babies, is that what you want? to give me little adepti? to be filled with my cum until you get round and pregnant?”

you’ve always knew your husband was stunning, so handsome and composed, but there was something about him with disheveled damp hair, sweat dripping from his face down his neck and toned chest and abdomen, getting lost in the pleasure only you could bring him, mouth hanging open as he sank in your cunt and voiced his inner desires to knock you up. once again, getting lost in him so you nod your head with a squeaky “yes!”

“I am going to cum” his voice is rough, deep, a little unlike him, changing the angle to hit the entrance of your cervix with his cock and earning a high pitched “me too!” from you.

“give it to me, Zhongli, give me your cum, give me your knot, give me everything”

like electricity, his body curved forward, fucking his fat knot inside your tight cunt growing larger as it started to push his eggs inside of you, chest rumbling, the amber marks on his body glowing intensely like his eyes.

at least half dozen of eggs that left you sobbing and limp, pussy clenching and creaming after each egg pushed inside of your cervix, his balls clenching painfully before spurting a thick wave of cum right after all the eggs were resting inside your swollen belly. a hand coming to lay on the bump with a gentle smile on his lips leaning forward to kiss you again, petting your hair as he admired you with devotion, his cock still nestled between your folds trying to keep his cum inside of you as much as possible so his little eggs hatch.

[alwaystheblondeones]

ᨓ 。Laying Zhongli's infertile eggs as practice. (Inspired)

Zhongli leaned over you, eyes lidded as he gazed down at your pained face, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead, "Breathe, my heart." He says gently, moving your hair out of your face.

"C-Can't 'Li.." You whine, fingers clenching tighter around his bicep, as you feel the peak of the hard egg emerge out of your dripping pussy.

“You’re alright,” Zhongli insists, rubbing the back of your head, “You’re doing so well, just a bit more..” He coos, his free hand sliding down your stomach to hold rub your clit gently.

“Mmh—!” You bite back a pained moan, “Please get it out, ‘Li..” You beg, the egg stretching you out like crazy, possibly even more than his cock did.

"Just push, sweet thing." He responds to your pleas, and that you did.

You pushed and pushed, clinging onto Zhongli even tighter, leaving cresent shaped marks from your nails on his skin, another pained groan escaping you as the egg slipped out with a soft gush, landing on the blankets beneath you, slick from your pussy connecting you and the object still.

"A-Ah.." A soft moan escapes you as you gather your bearings, your pussy clenching around nothing now.

"Good job, sweet thing.." He coos, pressing another kiss to your forehead, feeling the beads of your sweat dampen his lip.

The egg was as big as your hand, shiny and glistening from your slick.

It was obviously much tinier than a human newborn, so how tiny would the baby be inside?

As if reading your thoughts, Zhongli speaks up, "The baby would be rather small now, but once it hatches, it grows in the span of a week to the size of a normal baby."

"Right.." You nod, still winded, picking up the egg in your hands, looking it over, eyes widening at the thought of something of this width inside of you.

Zhongli chuckles at the sight of your eyes widening, "Realistically, that's only the size of the egg when I first lay it inside your womb. It grows a couple inches when the time comes to lay it."

Your eyes widen more, mouth agape, and he just cheekily smiles, slipping out of the bed.

"You did amazingly for your first practice egg." He remarks, "I'll run us a bath."

He walked out of the room, leaving you alone, the sound of the water hitting the tub from the bathroom filling your ears, the weight of the egg having you glance back down at it.

It wouldn't be too bad to have a real baby..

[vultursvolans]

𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: OCT 17TH

— ♤ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: zhongli x fem!reader | 𝐜𝐰: established relationship but reader finds out his true identity! morax!form, draconic!form mention, human!reader, sex with a god, hair pulling, creampie, nipple play, rough sex, reader wears a nightgown, he calls you 'small in his hands', reader is implied to serve rex lapis, maybe ooc, 2.8k wc 18+ only, MDNI.

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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This was completely different from the first time you shared beds with him.

Back then, Zhongli had been soft and gentle, undressing you with such tender care until nothing remained but bare skin and bones. You remembered his warm amber eyes, his featherlight touches, and how he gave so much of himself to you that it left you dizzy and breathless. 

But this was something else entirely. 

It wasn’t that long ago when, to you, he was just a consultant at the Funeral Parlour—a Liyue nobleman who was well-versed in Teyvat’s history. He had been courting you since the last Lantern Rite (perhaps longer if you had paid attention) and you were more than content with the consultant, admiring him just as he was.

Then, after retiring his gnosis—and you still struggled to fully grasp what that meant—he finally confessed.

Overnight, he went from a funeral consultant to Rex Lapis and no matter how many times he explained that he was technically no longer an Archon, it didn’t change the fact that he was still an immortal who had witnessed Liyue from infancy.

And you slept with him!

The memory sent a shiver down your spine, though you couldn’t deny the thrill of realising how the Lord of Rock had practically begged for you to get on top that night. That same feeling returned now as you prepared to sleep with him again. 

You basically asked for it, though. 

When he revealed his identity to you, you had some questions. The first was if he had a real form, to which he replied: I have many.

Then the second question—or rather, request—was to see one of these forms. He was happy to oblige, but you hadn’t expected him to be so… forward.

I’m not being forward, he defended himself, My skin is part of my form. It just so happens that I have to adjust my attire for you to see it properly. 

But he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Zhongli—” His name now felt strange on your lips as you stared, spellbound by his new appearance. You were so captivated that anything could have rolled off your tongue and you wouldn’t have noticed… or cared.

He truly embodied every depiction of Rex Lapis you’ve ever seen.

“Is something the matter?” He asked as if his arms weren’t adorned in glowing geo patterns, as if his physique wasn’t carefully carved by millennia as a leader. He stood over you while you sat on the edge of your bed and you gulped at the vitality in his features. 

He looked larger—more youthful, even.

“What do I—” You hesitated, wondering if your question was foolish. “What do I call you?” 

He cupped your jaw the way he always did, though now with bare hands darkened by power that you could barely comprehend. “You can choose whichever name you like,” he replied. “It doesn’t change who I am to you.” 

Your mouth went dry. It was frightening how much more irresistible he seemed like this.

“Morax,” you whispered, mostly to yourself.

His brows lifted slightly, but he stayed silent.

“Morax,” you repeated, louder this time. You knew calling him ‘Rex Lapis’ would have been more respectful, more appropriate, but after seeing him in this divine form, with barely a towel wrapped around his waist, you knew that respect had already been thrown out the window. You would ask to be forgiven but what difference would it make if the god you pleaded to stood right before you, looking so compromised?

“Interesting choice,” he chuckled as he pressed his thumb to your lips, “Now, lie still and let me enjoy what belongs to me.”

Those words sank in like branding on your skin—what belongs to me.

He was slow with you at first, hovering over you as you lay back. The silk of your nightgown clung to every curve of your body which left little to the imagination and Zhongli was so engrossed with his view, that the lust in his eyes made something inside you stir. You had to look away, your arms instinctively moving to shield your flushed expression.

After all, it wasn’t every day that you found yourself at the mercy of a man so many prayed to.

Gently, he pulled your arm away, “Why do you turn from me, my love?” He tilted his head, studying you like prey, but the tenderness in his voice reminded you that the ghost of your sweet Zhongli was still there, lingering beneath this form. 

“Are you regretting your curiosity?”

“I guess… seeing you this way makes me a little… shy,” you said, though you didn’t believe your own answer.

Before you could say more, his mouth was on yours, fierce and reassuring. It took the air right out of your lungs. You barely had time to recover before he started trailing softer kisses along your jaw, then down your neck, leaving a path of warmth in their wake. 

“Shy?” he repeated against your skin, “After all we’ve done, you’re still shy?” He slid his hand up your sides, tangling his fingers between the fine silk. “You may be skilled at keeping secrets but not from me. Tell me the truth, my sweet.” 

You opened your mouth to respond but you couldn’t stop your back from arching at his touch, which was very much an invitation for him to tear off the delicate fabric from your body. When he did, it left your chest exposed to his hungry gaze, earning him a small gasp and a deep ache pooling between your legs. 

“You’re so small in my hands,” he mused, fingers tightening around your throat for a brief moment. "And yet… you offer yourself so willingly."

You had offered yourself to a god.

You had offered yourself to a god.

“Do you understand what you’re doing?”

A shudder tore through you as he took both breasts into his hands and sank his teeth between them, leaving you with little marks made from canines you had never seen before. When you suddenly felt his hard bulge pressing against your core, you realised the towel around his waist had already been discarded. How could you even respond to him?

“This excites you, doesn’t it?” He murmured into the crook of your neck, grinding against you. He didn’t give you a chance to speak when he pried your legs open with one knee. “Have I ever told you how intoxicating you smell when you’re like this?” 

Harder than before, he bit into your neck and you found your fingers tugging on his hair.

“You can… smell me—?”

“I can sense you,” he corrected, “And I know exactly what you want from me." You could certainly tell he was pleased with himself yet instead of pushing you away, it only drew you in further.

With a single motion, you hooked your finger around the pin holding his ponytail in place, and pulled—freeing his hair so it cascaded down over his toned muscles.

He looked perfect. Divine. It was your way of confirming what he already knew—that you wanted this, wanted him.

Zhongli’s eyes glowed in the dim light and there was no mistaking the godly aura of Morax residing in him. The air seemed heavier under the weight of his presence. You were suffocating.

A deep growl elicited from his chest as he pushed the tip of his cock against your underwear, teasing your entrance. You whimpered at the way he bullied you, desperately pulling him in for another feverish kiss to satisfy at least one need.

This one was hungrier, messier. His groan vibrated through your mouth as his carbon-black hand slid back to your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp for air. 

Each twist and flick of his tongue felt like a silent demand: Give in. Yield.

In this state, a picture cleared. Zhongli's hands were everywhere—tangled in your hair, between the valley of your breasts, dipping into the areas you ached the most. This side of him was primal, gluttonous, and possessive. Every touch felt forbidden—blasphemous, even. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to say you weren’t enjoying every sinful second of it.

Finally, Zhongli parted from the kiss, his breath heavy as his eyes stayed locked with yours. For once, he allowed himself to make you completely at his will. 

The head of his cock pressed harder against your entrance, the flimsy barrier of your silk underwear doing little to dull the intensity of his lust. He was desperate to feel the warmth inside you. You were already soaked, and he knew it—he could feel it, smell it, and it drove him wild.

“My dear,” he said, sound impatient now, “you know I admire you, right?”

“I do,” you replied too quickly.

“Good. Because I don’t want you to be mistaken.”

“What do you mea—”

Before you could finish, he pulled your underwear to the side and let his cock glide against your folds. Your hips moved with him, coating his shaft with your wetness, and that was enough for him to forget about taking it slow. Groaning, he shoved his blunt tip inside you and it left your thighs trembling. Your body felt like it was on fire, jerking back as his length stretched you out, your fingers gripping the sheets tightly, “Oh my—” you gasped.

Had it been that long since you last did this, or was this form accompanied by godly… benefits?

With his head thrown back in sheer pleasure, he let out a throaty grunt, almost salivating at the way your walls pulsed around him—like your body had been made just for him. Somehow, sex felt even better in this form and it had him feral enough to hold the sides of your hips, fingers digging into your flesh to anchor himself between your legs. “That’s it,” he growled, “Take every inch.” 

He started thrusting—hard—the sound of skin meeting skin echoed off the walls. Your breasts bounced in rhythm, and he was so entranced by the sight he could cum on the spot. Every second, he was ripping moan after moan out of you as he fucked you into the mattress. 

“Morax,” you called out, your voice shaking while he pumped in and out of you relentlessly, “So… good. I want more…” You ran your hands across his chest, feeling the quickening of his breath. His face shifted into a predatory look and you realised that he was losing himself as much as you.

“Then come here,” he groaned through gritted teeth, spoken exactly like someone who had never been defiled.

He didn’t wait for you to respond. Instead, he flipped you to your stomach, left your ass in the air and your legs hanging off the bed—your toes barely even touching the floor.

You braced yourself for his unyielding pace, but he surprised you with a tender kiss on your shoulder, “Tell me if it’s too much.”

The unexpected affection made your heart swell so you wiggled against his crotch, inviting him for more. He chuckled, almost pityingly, knowing full well what he was about to do next.

You couldn’t even catch your breath before he pushed back inside you, hissing as he indulged in your warmth. You swore you were well-behaved but somehow this felt like a punishment. He, who was so deceptively gentle a moment ago, found your hair and tugged it into his fist, drawing a sharp yelp from your lips.

Once he started moving at the same unforgivable pace, each thrust forced his name out of your mouth. “M-Morax— Mor–ax,” you were barely coherent and it riled him up the more you said it. It surely wasn’t the first time hearing someone call him that but in this context, he wasn’t going to make it his last—especially if it was you.

"Is this what you wanted?" he growled, his voice resonant, like the rumbling of the earth itself. 

“Y-Yes…”

Although, you weren’t sure what you expected when you asked to see his form but you knew what you were receiving now was the primal strength of something foreign to you.

His heavy cock stretched you so deliciously, filling you so completely that every nerve in your body screamed with pleasure. You clawed at the sheets as you creamed rings around his base and the wooden bedframe groaned with each erratic thrust.

His movements were undeniably getting sloppier and his breaths came in short, guttural huffs. “Feel- how- deep I am inside- you?” he rasped, punctuating each word with a sharp snap of his hips. “You’re taking it so well.” You couldn’t see it but you heard a grin dancing behind his voice as he pushed deeper.

Your feet were lifting off the ground with each thrust, leaving your ass stinging from the relentless pounding. When you felt his free hand snake around to cup your breast, fingers squeezing your sensitive nipple, you practically melted. “Thank you… Ple—,” you whined, the only words you could really manage.

But that was enough for him.

Zhongli’s grip on your hair tightened as he pulled, forcing your head back while his other hand dug into the soft flesh of your breast. The pain mixed with pleasure sent your vision into a blur of white. It shouldn’t feel this good but you could feel your orgasm coming despite being nothing but a ragdoll in his powerful hands. 

His body trembled as he chased his release, each thrust growing more urgent as he drove into your G-spot. Every stroke sent waves of pleasure through your body until finally, your climax hit like a tidal wave. Letting go of your hair, you collapsed against the mattress. It was too much so it left you biting into the sheets, a cry ripping from your throat as your pussy clenched around him, milking his cock with each spasm. “I-I’m—ahhh—cumming!”

“Just like that,” he groaned while your body tightened, savouring the way your body responded to every thrust. He was unable to think about anything else aside from the feeling of your muscle clenching and pulsating, “So tight—keep going. You’re perfect like this.”

With one final snap of his hips, you felt him pulse between your walls, his balls tightening as he emptied deep inside you. Thick ropes of hot milky cum filled you, his cock twitching as he buried himself to the hilt. Your name rolled off his lips in a low, drawn-out grunt that was raw and animalistic, a sound that made you delirious enough to go another round just to hear it again. 

Even after he finished, he stayed pressed against you, fucking his cum back into you with lazy, satisfied strokes, filling you over and over until there was nothing left to give. 

“I’m… full,” you whispered shakily, still feeling every inch of him inside you.

“Are you alright, my dear?”

Yes and no. If getting tossed around meant you were fine, then sure.

"I'm okay," you breathed.

"Good girl."

When he finally pulled out, you went completely limp, rolling onto your back while a thin layer of sweat left your skin glowing.

You could feel Zhongli doing the same, his body mirroring yours as you both lay there, chests heaving, struggling to catch your breaths. After a moment, you turned to face him, both of you blinking at each other under the light.

“This… wasn’t what I meant when I said show me one of your forms,” you managed to say. 

“Are you complaining?” 

You let out a soft sigh as you stared up at the ceiling. Even after all this, he hadn’t lost his sarcastic sense of humour. “No,” you admitted, feeling warmth creep into your cheeks. “It’s just that… well, I think I might’ve enjoyed you—the real you—a little more than I expected. A little more than what’s appropriate, perhaps.”

You couldn’t help but dance around the memory of all the offerings you’d given Rex Lapis throughout your life. Was this his gift in return?

“Oh? Pray tell, what is it that you enjoyed so much?”

You hesitated but the way he looked at you made it impossible not to answer. 

 “I liked… the way you moved…" you felt slightly embarrassed to continue but he nodded for you to go on, "You were rougher on me, but it made me want more…”

While you spoke, you noticed subtle changes in him. His pupils began narrowing into thin slits, and his golden irises seemed to glow with an ethereal light. The sharpness of his fangs became more pronounced, peeking between his lips. His fingers, which had been tracing circles on your arm, now felt a little sharper, almost claw-like.

“And… your strength,” you gulped as you watched his transformation. “It was… overwhelming. I couldn’t resist it but I didn't want to. I felt safe.”

A low, rumbling growl emanated from his chest, his hand sliding possessively to your waist. It made your stomach flip.

“If that’s the case,” his voice was deeper now, almost a purr as his newly revealed tail coiled around your thigh. He leaned closer, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. 

“Why are you trembling?”

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[tartigglez]

hiii! a little zhongli drabble for you all!

[nsfw content, under 16s dni!, dragon!zhongli, extreme power dynamics (prey/predator), maybe kind of a blood kink? and a size kink? idrk? enjoy!]

this will be the last time.

this will be the last time you ever dare to tease zhongli in public. the last time you ever flirt with another man just to get a rise out of him. the last time he kindly excuses you both as he guides you by the waist back in the direction of your home.

"does it hurt you, pet? oh you know how I adore when it hurts you"

he growls, digging his foreclaws into the plush of your thighs, just less than enough to break skin.

you nod gently, barely able to move your head; partially because his other foreclaw is putting just enough pressure on your jugular to make you see stars, and partially because you can barely move for pleasure as he fucks his cock deeper and deeper inside you with every thrust.

"you may not leave this house until I allow it, do you understand?"

all you can do is whimper pathetically under him. barely any sound, let alone any sort of coherent sentence.

"do. you. understand."

he removes his talons from your neck, just barely slowing down his thrusts enough for you to answer.

"yes, zhongli"

and then you feel it.

stabbing pain as his claws grip your hip with such sheer force all you can do is feel your vision go white before he grabs your face, his eyes turning a deep amber colour you've never seen before.

"what did you just call me, pet?"

this is not the usual zhongli.

this is morax. plain and simple. you are no longer his partner, nor his lover, in any sense of the word.

you are his prey.

[eunuchve]

tags: mdni, smut, dragon!morax, MONSTERFUCKING, rut/mating cycles, predator/prey, double dragon cocks, double penetration, CERVIX FUCKING, size kink, mentioning pregnancy, mating, bro has a worship kink, breeding kink hints (he's in a rut dont hold it against him) a.n: (what have i done) this is the first porn with plot I've written and I gotta say; it is damn long.... happy valentines my dears, enjoy! pairings: zhongli x afab!reader

Lord Morax is a god; but he is more than that, he is an adeptus. illuminated beast. this fact needs no introduction, everyone knows. 

so when he took leave to a remote part of liyue somewhere, unknown to even his retainers, no one dared to bat an eye. the rain has fallen heavy, the season has become damp, and the scheduled time is near; Rex Lapis will have his rut.

it didn't take long for people to figure out the reasons for his absence; not when the lord became increasingly unfocused during stately meetings a week prior or when his eyes would turn to slits with a whiff of a woman's perfume for a month’s time.

You, the lone herb picker of a local pharmacy, didn't know any better when you stumbled upon a large hollowed-out cave that wasn't supposed to be there. you are familiar with the terrains, hell, you know it like the back of your hand -- so imagine your surprise when you find a nesting dragon inside, heaving, grunting alone; its horns glowing with a bright amber before its head snapped to your directly, eyes instantly turning to slits.

at first, you stumble backwards, watching as the figure slowly but surely towers over your frame; your neck cranes to meet its molten bronze eyes. it didn't take you long to realise whose privacy you had so ungraciously barged into; your mouth dries and you dropped your basket full of violetgrass, your heart beating out of your chest before your feet finally got some sense and took running to the woods. 

'fuck fuck fuck.'

you are going to die- you are so sure you are going to die. when your feet stumble and trip over branches and air, when you can hear him gliding through the sky; undoubtedly searching for you. The sounds of his scaled body burst through the leaves of the ginkgo trees, or of his deep, rough growls that echo through the forest. With every heavy step you take, you can feel him getting closer and closer. The thrill and fear mix inside of you, your body stirs with blood coursing through you. Weirdly amid the fear you feel-- somehow excitement came into the mix; something about your life being in the mercy of a chase?

Why is he there again? Rut? So will he fuck you or will he kill you? You certainly prefer one to the other. 

Your legs continue to run, even as you trip and fall, or when you stumble upon a rock or two; searching for an exit to a nearby village or open path; but no matter how far you run you can't seem to find the correct way. Your eyes scanned all directions before your body was suddenly pinned down under a sudden force and unmoving weight.

The paws of a creature so large that it covers your entire back, its talons digging into your back. The smell of freshly dug earth and exotic spices violates your nostrils and your heart can't help but thump against your chest just a little faster. You turned your neck, finding the dragon’s face mere inches from yours; his hot breath grazing the exposed skin of your neck. 

“Please don’t kill me.” god your voice sounds so desperate; with a hint of a broken whimper- even you are embarrassed by that fact. but your god didn't seem disturbed, instead he let out a low grunt, before hissing back a reply.

"don't beg."

"...huh?"

"don't." he spat the word, seeming holding something back. "beg."

"b-but--"

he didn't let you finish, picking you up by the scruff of your neck before throwing you to his back. he flew you back somewhere, you didn't care to notice since most of the flight back you are scrambling for something to hold on to; whether it is the golden spines or his actual body.

by the time you both arrive at the entrance of the familiar cave, he has waited for you to get off his back. you inclined, of course, shakily getting a feel of the ground below, catching your breath whilst adrenaline courses through you. once you get a feel yourself, your eyes travel to him, catching his large form walking slowly to the back of the cave.

"you won't kill me?" you find yourself asking; his head then slowly turns to you before, a visible look of confusion etched on it.

"Why would I?" his deep rough voice replies. he is definitely holding something back, the way his lips parted a bit to let steam out of his mouth, the sharp teeth that are visible from them make you gulp the pooling saliva in your mouth.

"Because... cave..."

weak reasoning, you'd have to admit, but if he won't kill you then you'd have to be sure of the other possibility. "then would you fuck me?"

the look on his face deepened before his head hung low, and a soft whisper came to you for a reply. "what makes you think of that?"

"It's your- Rex Lapis it's your time of..."

embarrassed, incredibly embarrassed; that's the feeling you felt, with the heat of blood rushing to your cheek and thumping heart against your chest only enforcing the fact.

"it is time for my rut, yes," he confirmed, his gaze thrown to the floor, avoiding your figure, "but I am not one with lost senses; sleep, it is night, it will be safer to leave in the morning."

you nod weakly, shuffling your way to the walls and plopping down on the dirt before curling up. the heat in your cheeks refuses to prevail as you watch him walk back, his long tail moves with each step he takes, the tuff at the end resembling that of golden clouds.

"My lord why are you moving so far away?" you asked, instantly biting your lip the moment that question escaped your mind, realising how desperate you sounded with that pretence.

"your arousal," he states matter of factly. "you. I can smell it."

you look at him wide-eyed, your face now comparable in its heat to the sun, your lips agape.

"it's safer for you this way," he continues.

"do you not want to?" archons you are greedy aren't you. "your rut- I can.. help..."

"I doubt it." his voice is precise, he says it like it's a fact, not even letting you have a space to express your desire. "they are the size of your thigh and their length..."

"I can try." bold- now you are being too bold. the size of your thigh he said? now you can feel your ears getting heated up from the shame. your thigh now pressed together as you imagine him inside of you; a second pass and your arms no longer placed nicely on your lap, instead instinctively protecting your chest.

his gaze looms over you, his snout now only a hairsbreadth away from your neck; a long deep breath he takes is audible before he groans out a reply.

"Do not test me human," something inside of him is threatening undone, you know it, "I will breed you till your womb is full and your consciousness lost-- if that is not what you desire then stay quiet and sleep; I shall bring you the village in the morning but until then speak not of this."

you gulp, now your lips parted before you crane your neck and place a shaky kiss on his scaled cheek, the heat of his body contrasting the cold of your flesh. "... that is what I desire--"

with that your clothes are torn apart; the valuable silk you spend months of your wage on is gone and your naked skin is exposed. the cold air hardened your nipples and he took notice, his head travelling down, his long forked tongue lapping sweetly onto them, earning your strangle out a moan.

"getting aroused from a chase," he breathes out, almost teasing you; hot breath contrasts that of the cooling saliva on your perked buds, sending vibrations down your spine. "thinking you can take a dragon's cocks, wanting to be the mother of my offsprings -- what bold actions you possessed."

you let out a whine, his tongue now travelling down, ever so subtly closing down to your cunt. you pressed your thighs together; embarrassed, already feeling your arousal seeping out of you before his claws forced them wide open, earning your moan.

"you are pooling my dear," he almost chuckled, his eyes narrowed as he licked his lips, his breath now grazing your quivering folds, unexpected whimper broken out of you.

"please?"

with that word you can feel the air snap hotter, his eyes now meeting yours; his form towering over you before he chuckle, training down kisses, his tongue now making sure you are covered in his scent.

"didn't I tell you not to beg?" his claws hold your thigh open and he took a lap of your cunt, almost smiling at your taste. "do you know why my dear?"

"n-no--"

your moans escape, feeling his tongue entering you, fucking you, stimulating your walls, not letting you escape. you arched your back, biting your lips as another whimper persisted. you feel his hand moving, now pressing his claws to your other hole, expecting you to open up; and you let him, your holes now stuffed full of him before you feel his tongue slip out of you, your whine tells him as much about what you want.

"Because if you beg..." he now moves his hands to your ankles, folding you in half and you watch helplessly, his two golden cocks decorated with geometric lines and veins on either side, one on top of the other- he does not lie, the size of those things are comparable to your thigh, its length will most likely penetrate your womb- "I will answer."

he chuckles subtly, aligning his cocks to both of your holes, its weight now pressing down on you, precum leaks out of them, lubricating you further.

"i am a god, my dear; I always answer."

with that he presses his cock head to your holes, hoping both of them will ease up. you moan his title out, causing him to snap his head to you, making him greedy.

Your little groan and hiss only help you muster up the strength to let loose, feeling your holes easing up before they let his cockheads in, making your chest heave.

he grunts against your neck; and you feel his teeth subtly tracing your shoulder, little nips that satiate his hunger, burying his head in its crook.

"Celestia." the way you feel around the tip of his cock is incomparable; the dragon finds himself clenching down his jaw, controlling his urges to slam you down to its hilt. "you are made for me my dear."

he grabs a hold of your hips, and you feel him sliding you down. you let out a low moan, your back still arched as you feel him inside of you more and more. the burn from the stretch doesn't scare you, even if you feel like you are being split in two- you only know the pleasure that waits for you not so out of reach.

not even halfway and you already feel him brushing against your cervix, your broken moan coupled with the way you rolled your hips almost makes him snap. his other cock too now deep inside of you- almost too deep; you feel the pressure against your throat, feeling his cocks twitch, almost making you jolt, your hand searching from his arm, nails now digging into his scales.

he looks at you, his parted lips letting out steam before his uneven breathing stops to let him speak. "I shall move now."

you look at him, biting your lips and nod firmly, affirming your readiness. you feel him trying to go out of you, your cunt and hole tightening around him, almost hungry before he slams into you, earning your cry of pleasure.

it persists; he goes out of you before he slips inside, messaging your walls before they tightened around him again, hungrily seeking him, your face now fucked out with pleasure, feeling him abuse your holes.

"I'm not even all the way in my dear." he almost smirks, you can see it. before you know it, you suddenly feel him picking you up, your walls being freed from his cocks, suddenly empty and you whine; letting him flip you to your stomach and holding your ass up in the air.

he marvels at the sight, seeing both of your holes gape yet clench down on nothing, it almost made him giddy.

"my beautiful follower," he mused, his claws now digging into your flesh before you feel his cocks lining up with your holes again; embarrassingly you can feel your cunt relaxing, ready to take him in once more. "will you be my mate now darling?"

"yes!" your desperation stays, you want him inside you so bad, "please Rex Lapis please!"

you didn't know what did, but you certainly awaken something in him. he brings you up in the air before slamming you down on his cocks, your walls now taking him fully, your stomach bulging out with his shape. your breath knocks out of you; you can feel him all the way in your womb, your hand can't help but trace the raised flesh, your spine almost shivering from the sensation.

"keep begging."

that sounds like an order; even your now fucked out brain knows that. so like the good follower you are you follow that order.

"Please make me your mate," you choke out, his slow rhythms that know your breath slowly but surely going faster, brushing up against all your pleasure spots, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. "please please please please I wanna- I want--"

he chuckles, the way you mewl your pleas, the way your warm flesh tightens around him; he can even feel your walls hungrily sucking him in so nicely. in his mind he is thanking Celestia; because fuck, you are a masterpiece.

"a human could die from this," he grunts out, going in and out of you with an inhuman pace, your cunt and hole loosening with his movements. "not you my dear; you are made for me."

you whine from his statement, the bludge he created only drives you to the edge, feeling something inside of you tightening, your nails digging into his scaled flesh, your face supported by his nose. "R-rex Lapis i- my-- i'm--"

"you want to cum my dear?" he almost teases you with the question, his cock brushing, bullying your g spot, making you dig your nails further, your head could only nod desperately at his question. "hold it, you could only cum when I do."

you whine out with his order, and he lets out a subtle groaning with it, chuckling at your reaction. his hand moves down, large talons brushing against your hard clit, teasing the nub; knowing exactly what it will make you do.

you wrapped your arm around his neck, his golden mane brushing against your flesh so softly; and your tug your face on them, muffling out your long moan and desperate cries.

"fuck- please lord mo- morax- r-rex lapis please- i want- i wanna- please please please-"

he kept his word, his face moving and kissing your neck, feeling you move your pelvis to fit him better, your inside hungrily brushing against his shaft. his brow knits, he feels himself almost coming undone.

"now."

with a final thrust, he fills both of your holes with white ropes of cum, you yourself arching your back, feeling your orgasm hits you harder than ever before. he hear your pants before he coils around you, closing gaps between the two of your while still being inside of you, wrapped up by your own warmth.

"i shall make the wedding preparation after the season's over," he breath out; your mind finally able to join the sentence together before you move your head, repeating the most important word again.

"wedding..."

"of course my dear," he kisses you, his snout pressed against your jaw before he tugs his head onto your collar bone. his hand travels to your stomach, rubbing the visible buldge that only grows with his cum, almost making look pregnant.

"the little ones will be coming soon."

[zhxngii]

— ✧*̣̩⋆̩☽⋆゜Your dragon boyfriends/husbands who'll immediately feel a wave of jealousy and the need to be possessive over you as they catch a scent on you that happens to not be yours or their own... They're a little rougher than usual, changing from their soft demeanor to something more dominating as they pin you down under them.

They don't allow you to move an inch as they repeatedly pound their cock(s ;)) into your tight cunt, their lips right near the shell of your ear as they breathe ragged breaths and go on about how you only belong to them... how they'll make sure their scent can overpower whoever's was currently on you at the time.

Neuvillette, Zhongli, Dan Heng, + your faves <3

[pranabefall]

i wish you would write... hear me out

dragon!li

tongue fucking reader

HSAHASDHSAHHSDA OKIE BYE

with his giant ass tongue ykwim

(overstim? edging? punishments? brat!reader?)//smacked

EUN A GIRL AFTER MY OWN HEART HEHEHEHE. wrote this for the blurb game.

warnings. ( ZHONGLI x READER ) half ! dragon li, smut yes smut there is smut in this and as always, minors get off of my lawn! okay yes what else, monsterfucking, overstimulation, edging and a flavour of brat reader as ms. eun requests though it's very subtle, orgasm denial, zhongli is a tad bit mean. reader is written with female pronouns and anatomy in mind.

You can only feel the weight of him on your back when the haze clears a little. There's a clinical relentlessness in how Zhongli bears down, pressing your chest into the washed sheets till your open mouth tastes cotton. You want to whimper, cry, spit something out ( tear into the blankness your mind stagnates into, tear it apart as easily as you sink inside it ). You do not.

He traces the arch of your spine, the way your flesh dips beneath him, teasing his claws over the curve of your ass. You feel like you've been dropped into a furnace, calcified; tissue deep in how he touches you. It's distant, contemplative, disconcerting, so unlike him and — oh, you realise then, he's not pleased with you at all.

One hand stays between your thighs, thumbing at your clit. Your hips jolt. You bite at the sheets till your saliva pools and wets the surface. Stubborn, stubborn, stubborn with your mortal defiance and your mortal pride. Zhongli hisses in the face of your silence.

His lips are cold against the heat of your neck, then his teeth, prickling against the surface, silently prying away at supple skin. "Won't you say anything?" his voice dips into a coaxing purr, a little hungry, a little demanding. You catch sight of gold peeking through the strands of his hair. Like cor lapis, like cut topaz, so unfairly pretty in ways that make your chest hurt and turn and long ( for…for what? ) like a greedy, unsightly little creature.

Still, your lips sew itself shut. You dig your nails into the sheets.

"Ah."

He moves his hips, filling you out once more. Another cry almost forces itself out. You press your face down and Zhongli sighs, his tail winding round your thighs and forcing your legs apart further, further, further.

"Nothing to say, I suppose?" he asks, a bite edging his words. "Is this you being a disobedient brat? I have little time to entertain your bad behaviour, love." You can feel the way his tip bullies into your inside, the way he coaxes another release out of you as you try to scramble back, away from that overwhelming crest.

You're pinned back down. Zhongli is unamused tutting out a scathing "We've agreed to this." He brushes at your g-spot, one finger tapping at your clit at slow, un-endingly torturous rhythm. You want to loose yourself somewhere, disappear into white cotton and detergent and you want, perhaps, to be broken down and pieced back together.

"I know." You sob out, finally. "I know, I'm sorry."

Zhongli Huffs. "You know?" he echoes, growling at your ear, nipping against the shell of it. "And still, you insist on being so…" You crane your neck. He does not finish, watching you with blown out pupils. It's erratic, primal. You're a stone faced with a mountain — small with your victories yet unbearably heavy in the face of your defeats.

You'd like to taste some humiliation. "Is that all?" he asks gently.

You spare him no response. Zhongli lets out a short laugh.

( He doesn't mind it. He likes the chase of it; the undoing, the cajoling. He doesn't need force — force implies a brutishness he'd long shed in the skins of his exuvia. Brutishness was a past visage, long worn down and weathered and smoothed. No, all he needs now is a taste of it, his patience. Zhongli knows he can pry it out of you with stern discipline, pry it out with your own weeping face bent in supplication. )

He flips the two of you over, scrutinising your shaking body. His claws gently press at your scalp, pulling your hair till you meet his stare, the gold smoke filtering past his lips, the rise and fall of his chest against yours. "Sit up." he orders.

"What?" you manage, stock still.

"Sit up." he enunciates once more, his eyes lidded. You do just that, pleasure burning into muscle. He's still inside you, the size of him stretching you out and apart in ways that have you faltering past the tears. You sniffle, pressing your palm to your lips. Zhongli settles his hands against your hips, easing you up.

You tremble, sighing at the sudden emptiness, something between a mix of protest and relief. Then you're sat back down, a warm, soft prodding pressing at your entrance and you scream.

Zhongli stares up at you, satisfaction seeping in as a slow, deliberate lick is laved against your overstimulated bud. You blurt out a swear, then a flurry of keening whimpers as he noses into your cunt with a half groan, locking your hips against him. It's easy to fall back against him, gripping at his waist behind you in some hapless attempt to wiggle free.

You're pulled back to his mouth, that tongue slipping into your walls. The hunger seems to mount in the way he handles you now, eating away bit by bit. It's in the bite against your thighs when you try another time, the blood staining the rim of his lips, the silencing impact in molten gold.

"Zhongli — " you gasp. "Zhongli…Zhongli — " You mewl, strangled and left to pull at his horns and hair while tears sting and fall. A stray hiccup, another, he huffs, tempering your hot body with a drag of his talons across your torso. A nose is nudging your clit; it digs at a cry lodged at your chest till it slips out free.

More, more, more, he seems to quietly demand it. More, more — more of the little pleasures, more of your wanton moaning, more of the way your sweat leaves a tart aftertaste, the way you curl your back with the motions. More of this : him against the headboard and your lower body slumped against him, straining your thighs apart with a delicious ache as he makes a home between them.

( He's a greedy man in the end, collecting his spoils. )

You feel it come too fast, the snapping of that knot, the melded pleasure-pain. You wail, begging him with slurred speech for a helping of mercy.

Zhongli pulls away before you could cum. That cry in your throat grows hysterical.

"I will ask you again." He whispers, stroking your lower belly. You twitch, your teary eyes blinking up at him. You see the stirring darkness in his own.

You look away. "Please." you whisper. Zhongli smiles ta you the first time since he'd carried you to bed.

"Good girl. That wasn't so hard now, was it?"

[sashiavi]

HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT!!.....Big voy Zhongli...I MEAN-- THE Geo archon? Morax? Come on! He has to be a big boy, after all he shaped Liyue's mountains!!

♡ Genshin Impact Big Boys ♡

You're so righttt omg BigBoy!Zhongli/Morax my king ♡ I'm writing this in his prime Morax era I hope that's okay mwah ♡

My fave genre of Zhongli cough I even have two fics about it cough ◇ ◇

Warnings : 18+ Smut | Morax!Zhongli | possessive | dumbification | dom/sub & master/pet | abuse of power dynamics | Size Difference | monster cock - knotting - belly buldge- breeding | God/Mortal | potential dubcon | the more I write the more warnings come up | 'cunny' as a descriptive word for afab anatomy |

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BigBoy!Morax who towers over many. Easily over twice the size of an ordinary mortal, effortlessly tall, thick, strong, with heavy muscles coursing with omnipotent power. Carving and shaping the mountains of Liyue, with the effort of a minimal wrist flick.

BigBoy!Morax who lazes on his throne, heavy robes draped off of his body, legs spread apart, cheek pressed into the palm of his hand. His body absolutely dominates over your own, dwarfing you while you rest in his lap. His other arm practically cups you, coddling, with you napping away, head agaisnt his chest, your own pretty peppery floral robes water-falling off of his throne.

BigBoy!Morax with the sheer power of a mighty Dragon, supreme, pre-eminent, forced to take extra care and precaution with you; His pretty little pet.

BigBoy!Morax with a hand easily over twice the size of your own. His thumb longer than your jaw, swiping over your cheek and ear. He practically engulfs your face when he cups the side of it, fingers cradling the back of your head, thumb gently dancing over your closed eyelid. The soft core lapis glow of his hands illuminates your pretty, soft features, allowing him to admire you for hours on end- chanting sweet praise and compliments over and over.

BigBoy!Morax who's hands absolutely shrink your stature. Curving over your waist, gripping your hips, fingers effortlessly wrapping themselves around for frame, tickling at the soft bumps of your spine.

BigBoy!Morax who eyes you from above when you walk by his side - On the rare occasion he allows you to walk, much rather opting to carry you everywhere you went - height barely grazing up to his waist, your hand wrapped around just a few of his fingers.

BigBoy!Morax with his even bigger bed, covered in waves of soft silks, the space around dazzling in pretty little things belonging to his hoard. Archons, the treasure-hoarding being marvels at the prettiest little thing in his collection, all splayed out just for him.

BigBoy!Morax with a thick, forked tongue, perfect for hot, spitty kisses, barely battling for control, relishing at how his pretty pet just submits to him. Archons, the feeling of your little tongue sliding over his own, suckling on him obediently.

BigBoy!Morax and his appetite. Eagerly licking and lapping, tongue fucking that sweet little spot inside your cunny, swallowing down all those sweet juices. His large mouth practically engulfs you, thick fangs pin pricking gently into your cunt, lips suckling on your achey clit. His massive hands wrap around your waist, pulling your pretty self into him, forcing his lips to smush, fangs to bite, tongue to curl over and over.

BigBoy!Morax with claws all too sharp to press into your prefect pussy, forced to tongue fuck you into your first orgasm, stretching you out for him.

BigBoy!Morax with a heavy, thick cock. Standing tall despite its size, holding its own, drooling agaisnt his stomach. It was almost otherworldly, ever so slightly unhuman, with ribs and ridges, a pointed tip and a thick, fat knot right on the base of his length. He's always marvelled at your silly reaction, the awe in your eyes, swallow of your throat, eyeing the dribbly tip of his pudgy cock with a look of unease. He laughs, almost purs, soft in his chest, hand on your cheek.

BigBoy!Morax who has to go slow. Just the tip, juuust the tip. Circling your sticky clit with his thumb, rough, slow rubs forcing your cunny to gush, wetting his cock, letting him slide in bit by bit.

BigBoy!Morax who bottoms out in your cunt, cock pressing into your tummy, bulging up into your guts, leaving the lovliest indent of his cock on your front. He cuddles you, coddling his pretty pet, hushing and soothing away all the tears and hiccups with kisses and licks to your face. Oh, you're so full, aren't you? It's not easy taking the cherishing gift of a God, pretty pet doing such a lovely job.

BigBoy!Morax absolutely relishes in the sweet squeeze of your cunny on his thick, bullying length. Hugging him tight, drooly, sticky pussy lips kissing agaisnt the knot on his base, poor pink little clit grinding on his pelvis.

BigBoy!Morax who is not at all afraid to manhandle your body, giant hands latching to your waist, fingers almost intertwining with themselves over your back. Up your hips go, only your very upper back and shoulders lay on the bed as Morax sinks you down on him, himself. You're forced to wrap those legs around him, barely managing to properly anchor yourself, obediently taking him in like a perfect, little, fuck doll.

BigBoy!Morax watches that fat bump in your gut press up over and over, his thick pudgy head soothing under your belly. He can't help but press a thumb into it, massaging over that spot, listening to those insolent little whines and begs your dumb little mortal brain spews at him.

BigBoy!Morax who was still a merciful God, spitting hot globs of spit on to your cunny, keeping it nice and wet for his cock, letting that knot slip in just for a moment. His other thumb comes down, down, down, rubbing large and slow circles into your clit, forcing out those little gushes and squirms.

BigBoy!Morax, gentle as he is, still managing to to fuck you silly. Long, rhythmic slides of his cock, hands guiding those pretty hips, lifting and pulling in delicious motions- Tip to knot, thick inches squelching in and out, filling up that pretty cunny, little Pet so full, pretty dolly servicing his weepy cock.

BigBoy!Morax who can only last so long with that tight gushy squeeze on his length. Poor Morax who looses himself a little. Prettiest cunt sucking him in so, so well? Can't just dangle that sweet, juicy forbidden fruit in front of him and expect him to not take a bite.

BigBoy!Morax who let's his hips fuck into his precious, darling Pet's cunt. Meeting those hips he forces into his own, thick and slippery knot edging, pressing, slipping- The God growls, capturing your lips with his, thick tongue swirling around your own, forcing you to suckle and nip into him.

BigBoy!Morax hums low when he finally slips that thick, swollen knot into your dumb little mortal cunny, fat tip squirting and oozing thick spurts of cum into your tummy. Oh, he needs to be deeper, nestle his breeder cock up in your gut, paint your cervix white with seed.

BigBoy!Morax eggs his lovely pet on, those hands pulling your hips into his still, now grinding that juicy abused clit on his lower tummy. He feels that pretty cunny squeeze, hears those cries and moans, feels them vibrating agaisnt his tongue. He thrusts as much as he can with that locked knot in your pussy, clicking wetly with the hot pressure of him all stuck in you. His heavy balls continue to squeeze, bursting hot ropes of heavy, thick seed into you over and over. Slow and drawn out, his orgasm could last for minutes on end.

BigBoy!Morax who finally, finally gets that sweet cunt to squirt, making a mess all over his lap, gushing and pulsing, letting that buldge press in, impossibly deeper. Another hot weep of cum, milked out by that heavenly squeeze of you wrapped around him.

BigBoy!Morax laying peppery kisses over your face and neck, maneuvering your smaller-than-his frame around, hushing your sweet mewls when your poor body quivers. Poor, poor overstimulated little you, body reacting to the slighted of touches.

BigBoy!Morax who has you laid on his chest and tummy, thick cock stuck in your cunt, nestled and still drooling. His massive hands soothe over your thighs, massage into your back, pat your hair and caress your teary face. Awh, sweet girl. His lovliest, prettiest little doll. It's alright, your God is here, he'll soothe those aches and kiss away the pain. In the meantime, take a little rest, right on his chest, nice and comfy. Poor little mortal, always so tired. Keep him nice and warm now. Just like that.

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