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It’s no big secret that Childe is a mischief-maker. Some blame his mischievous nature on him being a fox spirit. Others attributed it to his age (a mere one hundred years old compared to his guardian, the great Dragon Lord Zhongli, who’s lived thousands of years). Whatever the case may be, everybody can agree that if they ever see Childe sculking towards them with his russet bushy tail swaying behind him, it would be in their best interest to run.
The only person who doesn’t share this opinion is Dragon Lord Zhongli himself, but the great lord’s opinion hardly counts, not when it’s also not a big secret that the lord dotes on the boy.
(Nobody has the guts to say it but the correct term is ‘spoil’; the Dragon Lord spoils the boy rotten.)
And spoiled he is. Whatever Childe wants, Childe gets. He likes the look of that shiny, celestial bow? Lord Dragon will get it for him. He wants a new set of robes spun from the silks of deadly skull-headed spiders? Lord Dragon will have those commissioned right away. If need be, Lord Dragon will harvest the silk himself. He wants the freshest peach from that one tree growing up in the tallest peak of Jueyan Karst? Lord Dragon will send the servant with the fleetest foot or swiftest wings to pluck some for him.
It is pathetic just how much this one little fox has the great dragon lord wrapped around his little finger. Again, this is not an opinion that anybody would dare say out loud.
Even if everybody is thinking about it.
So, to the outside world, Childe gets everything and anything he wants as the great lord’s pampered little ward. However, Childe knows that that’s not quite true because there’s one thing in this whole wide world that he wants but is impossible for him to get.
He wants the Lord Dragon’s love, not as a guardian, but as a husband.
It wasn’t even Childe’s idea to become Zhongli’s ward. That decision came from Zhongli alone. Just because Childe had accidentally saved the Dragon Lord from being poisoned this one time and the Dragon Lord had taken a liking to his youthful and playful personality, after which, the dragon swore to take care of the fox out of gratitude, and that relationship eventually, and through no fault of the fox, evolved into this cursed guardianship, it does not mean the fox has to like it or accept it.
Which leads the fox to the present – him not accepting this relationship anymore. Instead, he’s going to find a way to get the dragon to acknowledge him as a potential spouse. He knows just how to do it too.
The plan is simple. Every ten years, the Dragon Lord goes through a period of reclusiveness for one month to rest and replenish his spirit.
Lord Zhongli is adamant that he be left alone during that time. When Childe had asked why, he claimed that during this period, his dragon nature can take over, leaving him driven by instinct rather than reason. So, for the safety of the public, he will be sealing himself inside his chamber.
Childe’s plan is thus – seduce the Dragon Lord during this period when Zhongli’s logical side is down and his urges are the driving factor of his decision. If the Dragon Lord’s natural instincts accept the fox as a spouse, then surely, Zhongli’s mind, when it returns to him, will follow suite.
Patting himself on the back for the plan, the fox proceeds to prepare himself for the big event. He makes sure to adorn the flimsiest, gauziest, silk robes he owns, one that doesn’t leave much of him to the imagination. He combs through his fur so that his tail is silky smooth and glossy. He scrubs himself down with sweet-smelling oils, and finally, using his shape-shifting ability, he gives himself a nice warm cunt.
Then, on the night Zhongli is set to seal himself up, he sneaks into Zhongli’s room and lies in wait.
Like clockwork, the Dragon Lord enters in his bed chambers an hour later. Muttering a quick spell, the doors slam shut as the locks click into place. Satisfied, the Dragon Lord sinks into his bed, closes his eyes, and goes to sleep.
Childe waits another thirty minutes before tumbling out of his hiding spot.
“Lord Zhongli?” he calls out.
No response save for the even breaths of the dragon.
Childe clambers up onto the bed. Lord Zhongli is dressed in his usual court robes minus the leather armor. He’s stretched out on his back at the center of a nest made of gold silks and pillows, arms placed carefully to his side. His hair fan out from his head in a curtain of glossy brown melting into glowing embers. A great pair of golden horns protrudes from the crown of his head, cradled gently against the sea of silk pillows surrounding him while his great big tail, covered in dark brassy scales and tufted in gold hair curls by his feet.
Childe peers closer at the great lord’s face. His eyes are closed and his expression is serene. He’s asleep and undisturbed.
And utterly captivating in his majesty. Childe feels his cheeks flush and his heart beat wildly at the sight.
He shuffles closer and places a hand against the lord dragon’s chest, right over his heart. The low thump thumping of his heartbeat soothes the fear Childe didn’t even know he had.
“Lord Zhongli,” Childe says. His hand trails down so that it sits on his sternum, the flesh under the layers of silk feel firm and warm. “Lord Zhongli.”
Lord Zhongli remains perfectly still save for the soft rise and fall of his chest.
Lord Zhongli is beautiful.
Childe can’t wait to have a taste.
The fox reaches for the lord’s silk belt, untying it with careful hands before setting the ends to each side of the dragon. He slips a hand into the delicate layers of his silk robe and peels them apart, slowly revealing the dragon lord’s gold skin stretched taut over the chiseled chest and sculpted abs.
Childe sighs. His future husband is perfection.
He leans over and presses his lips on the patch of skin over the dragon’s heart, kissing it with reverence before trailing more butterfly kisses down the pecs, those delectable abs, down and down until he gets to his lord’s hips where his silk pants are tied closed.
He trails his hand on the tie, then, further down, luxuriating at the sensation of soft silk under his finger pads and the strong muscles of his lord’s thigh. He stops right next to the bulge where the dragon lord’s sex lies flaccid.
Childe’s lips quirk up in a smirk of pure mischief, one that would send any servants running in the other direction if they were to witness it.
Well, Childe’s purpose for being in the room is to seduce, so seduce he shall.
He leans close to the bulge, the scent of musk strong and addictive, and he gently nuzzles into his lord’s sex. Even soft, the lord feels large pressing up against his cheek, which is to be expected from someone as magnificent as the dragon. Moaning, Childe mouths at the length through the silk, lips tracing the curve of its contour, its girth, and he’s salivating because lord dragon is thick, growing thicker by the second with Childe’s teasing.
Heat burns in Childe’s belly. Oh, he’s being so naughty, kissing and groping at his lord’s cock like a desperate harlot, but he can’t stop. He mouths and kisses the length, starting from the tip, then working down the shaft before working his way back up again until Zhongli’s cock finally plumps up, making his silk pants tent obscenely. He persists, teasing, nuzzling and rubbing, only stopping when the scent of musk grows stronger and a patch of something wet grows where the tip of the cock is located.
Childe pulls back, breathing heavy, cheeks flushed with arousal. He throws a glance at Lord Zhongli’s face.
Oh, it looks like the dragon lord is looking a bit flushed, the pink showing up through the unblemished, golden skin of his cheeks.
Childe breaks into a full-fledged grin. Well, if his lord likes this so much, there’s plenty more where that came from.
He reaches for the pants’ ties and undoes the strands of silk. When the pants are appropriately loose around the waist, Childe peels the clothing off.
The Dragon Lord’s dick springs up immediately, and oh, it’s big and thick and drooling, standing erect at such an impressive length that Childe isn’t sure if he can fit all of it in his mouth, let alone without choking.
Just the thought of that is making Childe’s pussy grow wet and hot.
“Lord Zhongli,” Childe moans. He crawls towards the erect shaft, leans his face close, and gives the tip a kittenish lick like a lollipop --
Lord Zhongli’s breath hitches as his cock jerks before more white spent comes drooling out of the slit.
“Does Lord Zhongli like this?” Childe asks, breathless and sultry as his tail sways behind him. “This servant is eager to serve.”
This time, when Childe leans forward, it’s to wrap his lips around the tip and suck.
Lord Zhongli tastes of that addictive musk and salt, tinged with bitterness but Childe doesn’t mind at all. How can he when the flavor belongs to his beloved lord? He opens his lips wide and draws the broad cockhead into his mouth, his eyes tearing up the further it slides in, bumping along the roof of his mouth and trailing more of that viscous salty seed on his tongue. Slowly, he draws back until the cockhead is in his mouth, running his tongue across the smooth skin, teasing the little slit to get more of his lord’s seed out. He shudders and bobs his head down once more, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks and slurps against that cock.
It’s so big. Childe can feel his jaw starting to ache at having to accommodate his lords large sex, but he sinks back onto the cock, eager to let the shaft in deeper, deeper into the back of his mouth before drawing up. Slowly, he repeats this, tongue lapping on the sensitive skin as he interchanges between teasing and sucking that magnificent cock, letting more of it sink in his mouth, then the back of his throat, moaning when more and more of his lord’s seed is trickling out. He greedily drinks it all as his cunt pulses at the dirtiness of his act.
More. He can take more. He’s managed to fit under half of his lord’s cock in his mouth. He reckon he can get at least a little bit more…
He’s so caught up by the experience of having a huge, warm cock in his mouth and the challenge of fitting everything inside that when Childe feels it twitching violently against his tongue, he doesn’t know how to react. In the next second, the shaft pulses, sending a heady burst of thick, musky salt down his throat. He swallows on instinct, barely avoiding choking on the liquid as the cock pulses in his mouth, spewing more and more seed. Some of it drips out of his lips and spills down his chin, making a mess out of Childe, but for the most part, Childe had swallowed everything up.
Childe pulls free with a lewd, wet pop sound. A thick wad bursts out and lands on his lashes, his cheeks, his hair, and it trickles down the side of his face. Messy, how incredibly messy. Childe won’t have it any other way.
“Lord Zhongli, thank you for the meal,” Childe croaks out through his hoarse throat. Zhongli is still asleep, but he’s panting, his brows furrowed as the flush on his cheeks grew, staining his skin in a wash of red that spreads from his face all the way down his neck and chest. Lord Zhongli had liked this, had liked Childe’s teasing enough to give him his offering of seed. Childe sighs in happiness.
His cock remains hard and erect though.
“Leave it to Lord Zhongli to be so virile,” Childe observes with a dreamy sigh. “No matter, please let this servant take care of you once more.”
He slips off his thin robes, revealing all of his smooth, pale skin to the cold air. His handmaidens have marveled at his skin, cooing at its softness, its perfection. An unblemished canvass of snow, dusted by pink. Childe hopes his lord will enjoy the sight as well when he wakes up.
He crawls up his lord dragon’s body and straddles the hips, pale, slim thighs bracketing each side. He reaches down for his lord’s magnificent cock, rubbing against it, enjoying the feel of hot, velvety skin and the thick network of veins covering the surface. Gripping the shaft, he directs the head against his wet slit, running it between his lips, gyrating his hips to let his natural juices paint his lord’s sex.
His eyes flutter close and his cheeks warm even more. His lord feels so big against his small pussy. So thick and hard. How will Childe manage to fit all of him inside?
Childe feels the cock jerks in his touch, its head nudging against his hole as it sends a fresh dribble of spent around the lips of his pussy. Oh – oh, Childe doesn’t think he can stand to wait any longer. The heat and hunger boiling in his stomach is driving him mad.
Slowly, he sinks down, wincing when he feels his hole resist, feels the strain of his untouched pussy stretching open as the slippery cockhead nudges inside. His thighs are shaking from keeping himself suspended over that cock, but he persists, lowering himself down a little.
He cries out when he feels his hole give way and the cockhead pop in, feels the way his hole closes around the head, gripping tight at the shaft.
Oh, fuck, even with just the tip inside, he feels huge, stretching out Childe’s cunt like nothing he’s felt before. Childe has only played with himself with his fingers in the past, but those sessions could not compare to the thickness that’s forcing his pussy wide open.
Childe whimpers, eyes tearing up, and lowers himself down another inch. Then another and another.
The stretch is incredible, a mixture of electric pleasure and sharp pain. Looking down, he can see the outline of his lord’s cock poking out of his flat abdomen, moving up and up his belly as it burrows deeper into his welcoming body. O – oh, his lord is so big, obscenely big. He’s splitting Childe’s body open, rearranging his guts inside, claiming every inch of him. Childe can feel that shaft throb, probably leaking more seed inside his body, and the sensation and thought make him moan.
“Lord Zhongli,” he gasps. “Lord Zhongli, you – you’re so big. So big --!”
He wriggles to get more of that dick in him. His cunt clenches on the throbbing shaft, and he’s dripping so much slick that rivulets of his juices are running down the length of the dragon’s dick, mixing with the milky white streams of his seed to pool in the thatch of dark, wiry hair framing Lord Zhongli’s sex. Childe moans again at the sight, rolling his hips and crying when he more inches sink into him.
And then, he stops moving. The tip of his lord’s cock is hitting against something deep inside.
What the – what is that?
Whimpering in frustration, Childe lifts himself up, hands splayed on top of his lord’s abs to give him the leverage to push up. He rises by a few inches, then drops down, but again, something is stopping the cock from going further. Something that feels a bit spongy, like a furled gate that’s closed tightly shut.
No, no! He wants all of his lord in his body, every last inch!
He’s about to try again when familiar gold-tipped hands fly to his hips, grabbing him and stilling his movements.
“My, my, my, what a welcome sight to wake up to,” a low voice purrs out. “Childe, my pretty little fox, what in Celestia are you doing?”
“L – lord Zhongli!” Childe squeaks. “Y – you’re awake – how di – a – ah! AH!”
The dragon lord, tightens his grip on the fox and casually slides him down as deep as he can go, driving the fox spirit on to his cock with seemingly no effort. Childe can barely process what’s going on, so overwhelmed by the intense bursts of pleasure and pain from having his tight pussy fucked open and from the funny pressure of having that cockhead pressed up against that spot deep inside him. The feelings only grow because Zhongli is not stopping. He lifts Childe up inch by inch, then drops him down on his cock again, and again, his rhythm slow and even and not interrupted by Childe’s choked moans and flailing limbs.
“Hmm, I find myself roused from my sleep,” Zhongli comments to the backdrop of Childe’s pitiful moans as the fox realize that his precious Lord Zhongli is using his body like he’s nothing but a sleeve to burrow his cock into. “To my surprise, I find my pretty fox skewered on my cock and moaning like a cheap whore, desperate to have his tight little hole filled.”
He forces Childe’s body down fast and Childe cries out. That cockhead slams into that space deep inside again, sending a burst of hot pleasure snaking up his spine.
“L – lord Zhongli – Lord Zhongli, p – please --! N – not so hard! Not so – unh!”
Naturally, Zhongli ignores him, lifting Childe up by the hips slowly and dragging him down hard and fast again. The wail that escapes Childe’s lips this time is louder, higher, more desperate. His motion is undeterred even with Childe scratching ineffectively at Zhongli’s hand to get him to loosen his iron grip on his hips.
“Tell me,” Zhongli muses, eyes going dark with hunger, moving the fox’s body down onto his cock faster now. “Is that what you’re looking for? To have this tight little pussy broken in by a proper cock?”
“Lord Zhongli – Ah!”
“Darling, pretty fox,” Zhongli rumbles with a pleased purr. “Or maybe, you want something more. Why else would you draw my attention in such a manner?”
“I – I –”
“Well?” the voice growls. Zhongli tightens his hands on Childe’s hip so hard that he’s sure he will have bruises. Then, he swivels his hips and grinds in deep, making Childe wail.
“T - This servant only wishes to serve,” Childe sobs, high and breathy as tears run down his hot face. “This servant only wishes to – to – unh – please – ah!”
Zhongli chuckles darkly. “Please me, you say? Well, pretty. I have the perfect idea on how you can do just that.”
Before Childe can process those words, Zhongli brings Childe’s body down at the same time as he bucks his hips up in one decisive stroke and –
The little gate inside pierces open.
Childe screams as electric pleasure sings through his veins. L – lord Zhongli’s cock…Lord Zhongli’s cock is sinking impossibly deeper into somewhere he didn’t even know existed. Dimly he registers that he’s firmly seated on his lord’s lap now, the last couple of inches of his lord’s cock finally nestled in his sore cunt and he – he can feel all of the dragon lord’s cock inside, thick and throbbing and hot and dominating every last inch of space of his hole so much so, that his walls can only flutter uselessly around his shaft, unable to clench shut. On instinct, Childe tries to thrash, to push up to relieve that terrifying pressure from the cock so deep inside him, but Zhongli’s grip remains iron tight on his hips, forcing him to stay still, forcing him to take.
“No, little fox, you do not have the option to escape,” Lord Zhongli growls as he withdraws and fucks in again and again and again, cockhead popping through the battered gate, uncaring of Childe’s sobs or the tears running down his face. “You said you wish to please me? Then you will please me until my rut runs its course and you are filled to the brim with my eggs.”
Childe’s eyes open wide. R – rut? Eggs?!
He doesn’t get the chance to ask for clarifications. Lord Zhongli ruts into him like a, well, a dragon in a rut, his hips smacking against Childe’s skin every time he sinks his deepest into the fox, accompanied by the sound of wet squelches. He ignores the little breathless, “Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!” Childe makes, nor the way the fox’s eyes go vacant, the way his mouth open and drooling, or even the way the fox’s abdomen is stretched out by the cockhead every time it buries into his body anew.
“Yes, yes, pretty fox, pretty, pretty fox with your tight pussy,” Zhongli groans like a man possessed. “Was I your first, little fox? Was I the first who plugged up this pussy? The first to fuck into your cute little womb?”
“Yes – yesyesyes, Lord Zhongli!” Childe chokes out. “My lord is the first. Lord Zhongli is the – the first. Never had anyone before – never had anything so – so deep insi – AH!”
Zhongli groans, the answer clearly satisfying to him. “And yet you were so eager. So eager to ride my cock, so eager to take all of me in. Perfect partner. Perfect hole for my cock. Perfect little womb to hold my eggs, my children.”
Just the thought of carrying Lord Zhongli’s children has Childe clenching on the shaft in anticipation, making the both of them groan in bliss. Despite the terrible fullness and the non-stop mix of pleasure-pain coursing in Childe’s body, a part of him hungers for those eggs in his belly.
Lord Zhongli won’t be able to deny him when he’s filled to the brim with dragon eggs, those very eggs he himself has planted into Childe’s once virgin body.
“Lord Zhongli~” Childe slurs out, spreading his legs some more, “Use this servant’s body how you wish. Breed – ah – breed this servant full of your progeny. This servant only wishes to p – please~”
Zhongli does just that. With a roar, he ruts in once, twice, then he comes straight into Childe’s womb, filing that space with pure liquid heat that sends Childe cumming in tandem, pussy clenching down on the shaft to milk more out of his Lord Zhongli.
He moans like a slut vindicated, feeling his belly swell with the dragon’s cock and cum, but his haze of pleasure is chased away when he feels the base of Zhongli’s cock…bulges out. The bulge quickly moves up the shaft, and he yelps when he feels it stretching out his pussy lips even more, stretching it open to accommodate this thicker girth.
“Tight little pussy even after the pounding I gave it,” Zhongli rumbles in amusement. He draws his cock back and bucks in, forcing Childe’s pussy lips to slowly part for the bulge, making the fox arch his back and choke on air at the terrible, terrible strain. “Let me in, little fox. Let me in.”
“Y – yes, my Lord,” Childe mewls out. On the next thrust in, the fox grinds his hips down, crying when the egg finally sinks past his lips with a lewd, wet sound. Celestia, Childe can feel the egg travelling up now, up and up his pussy, stretching out his walls along the way and sending more delicious pain-pleasure though him until reaching that battered gate, kissing against the ring.
O – oh, but how will it fit inside? How can the egg --
Grinning, Zhongli draws his dick back until the egg bulge is at Childe’s hole on the verge of popping out. Then, he slams his cock all the way inside, bulge battering through his inner gates, forcing them to stretch impossibly wide open.
Childe screams, screams to the point that his voice breaks, his eyes blown wide open and unseeing. The entrance to h – his womb has been wrecked and he can feel his lord’s seed leaking down, now that his little gate can no longer clench shut. The egg pops inside and nestles into its new home, displacing more seed that runs out of his pussy, pooling obscenely where his and his lord’s sexes are joined. Oh – oh, his body, his body is ruined. His lord has ruined him, carved him open.
“One,” his Lord grits out in dark satisfaction over the sound of Childe’s hoarse cries tapering off into sobs. “There are plenty more where that came from, little fox.”
His lord did not lie. Childe proceeds to spend the next hour used as his lord’s sleeve and receptacle as the dragon plants more and more eggs into his womb. Childe loses count after seven, passes out after ten, and when he wakes up, he’s lying on his side with his tail lying limply between his legs, his stomach distended unnaturally to the point where he looks like he’s well past overdue, with the skin marked with the golden, glimmering symbol of his lord.
“Lord Zhongli?” he mouths out weakly, his voice gone. He can’t move to look around, his limbs too tired and sore. His lower half feels like one big bruise and when he shifts, he hisses out at the deep, throbbing ache.
“Shh, little one. I am here.”
A hand palms at his distended stomach, hand fully splayed to cup at the bulge in a gesture of pure possession. Then, lips nuzzle the back of Childe’s neck before trailing nipping kisses on the delicate skin. “You did so well holding our first clutch. So very well.”
“H – how many?”
“Fifteen,” Zhongli growls, hot breath fanning across Childe’s shivery neck. “Not all of them will live; half will be absorbed as elemental energy to nourish the stronger ones in the clutch. But we will find out the exact numbers of those who will make it in three days’ time, when they vacate your body.”
His lord’s mouth finds purchase on patch of skin between his shoulders and neck, and sucks hard, no doubt leaving a mark there. “And then,” Lord Zhongli says full of heated promise, “we will do this again and again until my rut runs its full course.”
Childe wouldn’t have it any other way even as he suspects that by the end of it all, his pussy will be permanently broken into by his lord, leaving behind a gaping hole for the dragon to use whenever he so pleases. He whimpers at the mental image, his cunt throbbing and growing wet once more. “This servant aims to please,” he breathes.
Lord Zhongli’s senses eventually return to him, and it’s to the feeling of a warm body curled up against him as his cock pushes the last of his egg inside delicious wet softness.
The second thing that hits him, aside from the deep satisfying pleasure of an urge finally met, like an itch that has been scratched, is the smell – the potent mix of musky sex and something sweet and grassy. A familiar smell from a familiar someone.
The egg nudges against something inside. On instinct, Zhongli draws back and bucks in, forcing the egg to slip past the last barrier before depositing inside with the rest of his brethren.
A soft moan sounds out. Zhongli can recognize that voice anywhere.
His eyes snap open and he pushes himself up frantically, dislodging his cock in the process and drawing another soft moan from the body lying beside him. “Childe?”
The fox is spooned up against him, completely naked, and asleep. He looks a mess with his hair tousled and his skin stained with red marks, cum, and bruises that match the shape and size of Zhongli’s fingers, especially around his hips. His face is marked with tears and his cheeks ruddy.
But what’s most damning thing is –
Zhongli sucks in a breath. Childe’s stomach is swollen obscenely full, the energy resonating from within unmistakably Zhongli’s.
As with the golden mark emblazoned against the stretched skin over his abdomen.
Zhongli swallows hard. Childe is pregnant. Heavily so. Carrying the largest clutch of dragon eggs Zhongli has ever seen anyone carry. Clearly, Zhongli’s instincts have driven him to unload as many eggs as possible into the warm body after the millennia of ruts spent alone. A necessity since Zhongli tends to be notoriously picky over his choice of partner and is too feral for the rare few who make the cut.
Zhongli doesn’t think he’s ever seen a sight more beautiful. His fox is already the apple of his eye but only in Zhongli’s wildest dreams that he can imagine seeing Childe like this.
“Childe,” he says, trying to push back the rush of lust flooding his body. He reaches a hand and places it over Childe’s swollen stomach. So warm. Brimming with life. “Childe –“
A golden energy orb whizzes by him, and Zhongli’s head snaps to attention. The energy signature is a welcoming blend of his and Childe’s and, Zhongli’s eyes widen at the implication.
And at how many of them that are flying happily around the room.
Babies. His progeny. His and Childe’s and they feel so, so strong.
The realization floods Zhongli with dark hunger. In addition to the clutch in his belly, his little fox has already borne him so many strong children.
He feels himself salivate, feels his possessive instincts grip his mind. His pretty little fox has borne him a generation of adepti from one rut alone. Such a feat is unheard of, not when dragons are notoriously slow to breed resulting in a steep decline of their numbers. It’s been centuries since Zhongli has even caught a glimpse of his own kind.
But no longer. Zhongli will no longer have the fear of his species going extinct dangling over his head. Childe will ensure his species’ survival. Childe will continue to bear him strong children, especially now that Zhongli has had a taste, and what a delicious, delicious taste that was.
There is no way he is letting go. No way he is letting Childe walk out of his life, not with how his dragon side has so thoroughly claimed the little fox as his perfect mate, the perfect spouse.
There is no way Childe will become anybody else’s but his.
He lies back down and draws Childe close once more, his mouth instinctively latching on to the deep bite mark he’s left on the other’s nape as his hand strokes the fox’s cute stomach filled with his newest batch of children.
Yes, his. His children, his wife, his broodmare…
He slips his hard cock back into that loose pussy until the head is bumping up against the clutch of eggs. His warm cunt. His cocksleeve. His hishishis –
Zhongli looks forward to when Childe wakes. He can’t wait to witness those blue eyes go hazy with pleasure.
END