#ZHONGLI || interactions

[inanthesis]

anonymous : Zhongli, if you could go back in time to not make the same mistakes you did with Neuvillette, even if it meant you'd lose what you have with Childe, would you still do it and go back?

"If a mistake was all that came between myself and Monsieur Neuvillette, such a thing could have been remedied without centuries having passed since our parting. No God, Dragon, or any being in the whole of Teyvat and beyond is perfect, mistakes are simply a part of living, but that which has Neuvillette upset with me to this day is something that was unavoidable." The old god would sigh, the burden of this knowledge still weighing heavily despite all of the time that has passed. He has been able to move on, he is content in his current relationship, but it was a true shame there simply was no choice in the matter when it came to Neuvillette.

The simple and unfortunate fact of the hierarchy of this world was that no one being can go against the will of Celestia, not even himself in his prime.

"Whether or not the future holds a chance for us to reconcile is uncertain, but for the moment... I do believe we have both found lives we are content with and company which we can cherish."

[spoopyium]

I don't know why but when he said he sampled the water of Qiaoying Village I just imagined him lapping it up on all fours when no one was looking so I doodled this up 💀💀

[inanthesis]

"No, they do not possess such a thing, they were merely debating its existence and wondering if Rex Lapis had hidden it away somewhere. In truth, even I do not know where the first of the Mora I created has wound up. Perhaps it still remains in circulation here in Liyue Harbor, carried in the purse of a local whose family has lived here for generations. Perhaps it has found a home elsewhere, like your nation of Snezhnaya, sitting in what is surely a vast collection of Mora at the original branch of the Northland Bank. Or, perhaps, it has been lost to time, having fallen into the sea or buried under hundreds of years of rocks and dirt after having slipped out of the pocket of a daring adventurer. There is truly no telling where such a thing may be, and it's whereabouts are of no importance to me." Admittedly now he did find himself mildly curious about the topic, but would shrug it off regardless as he took another sip of his wine. Wherever that Mora was now, it surely has fulfilled its original purpose many times over and with that knowledge Zhongli could be satisfied.

"Humans are quite nostalgic creatures though, aren't they? I would not claim I do not feel such a thing from time to time given the wealth of memories I possess of times long passed and how I do have a collection of many things I have ben gifted and acquired over the years, but it never would have crossed my mind that the very first Mora may be important to anyone years after it was created. Weapons wielded by great warriors or art created by masters? Of course, the very beings of those who left them behind remain intertwined with their existence, but Mora? Mora is but a tool I created to aid my people, it is not my legacy."

Regardless of whether or not they were as innocent as they were falsely claiming to be, it still brought the ginger amusement in doing so. If nothing else, it was a promise of things yet to come and discover when the time is right and the consultant finally did let Childe discover these things in greater detail. And now that more wine was freshly poured and he could get comfortable once more, his hand once again rested upon Zhongli's thigh while he sipped from his glass and listened to the musings of the old god. Regardless of whatever story Zhongli happened to settle on, he'd have Childe's full attention as he recounted it.

"In that case, let's also hear the most inaccurate or embellished story about something you did. I'm sure there's plenty of those too that were amusing for you to hear about."

A heated debate about something with such a longstanding history within Liyue didn't surprise him either, Mora was almost as old as Liyue itself and had value indisputable within the whole of Teyvat. So mortals trying to argue that the very first one ever was of paramount importance wasn't surprising in the least. Nor was them trying to discount Zhongli of all people, as if he wasn't the true wealth of correct knowledge on Liyue's history.

"So do they have what they believe was the first ever minted piece of Mora, or was it lost to trading hands in business all those years ago? That'd be quite a thing for them to keep on display somewhere to preserve it. Us humans seem pretty keen on doing that for things of great importance."

[osmanthus-wine-addiction]

15 Degradation

Zhongli x Reader / NSFW / Enemies to Lovers / Angst & past death / Set in the beginning of the Archon War / All the Yakshas and Guizhong are alive / Zhongli is called Morax in here / Reader served a god that was slain by Morax / Canon was hijacked for plot purposes

"Despicable…" You moan, back arching as he resumes tormenting you.

Your captor chuckles at your feeble attempt. "Say it with more conviction if you truly believe it to be true."

You despised this person, yet here you were, drunk on the pleasure he's been poisoning your mind with. The knife you had tried to pierce him with sat on the bedside cabinet like a harmless prop, forgotten.

He was the reason your people no longer had a home, forced to scatter like fallen leaves in the wind. Your god was one of the many that perished under his spear, leaving you to take refuge in the enemy's land. Rather than assimilate into the masses, you chose the path of vengeance. It was a fool's quest, because how could you, a mere mortal, hope to claim the life of a god? You were a fragile egg hurling itself at a boulder.

"You're nothing... ah... but a glorified killer..." You managed to say, but the words held little effect due to that pathetic moan.

How did you end up here, in a state worse than dead? Death was supposed to be the ending to your despair and the reward for your devotion. You were never afraid to die. During this brutal war, it was always lurking around the corner, stalking out its next prey. You were certain that if you failed, it would simply claim you next.

Your people were fierce and resilient, but the war had taken a toll on them. Many starved and were killed during violent clashes with other gods. Morax granted your god's dying wishes and welcomed them into the Guili Assembly with open arms. It did not take them long to forget that the livelihood and stability they currently enjoy was all because of the sacrifice their god had made. Even if every single one of them forgot, you were his high priestess. You had to remember on their behalf. How could you ever forget the humiliation on his face as he begged the enemy to have mercy on his people with his dying breath?

"Hmm…" He hums. "So much bitterness from such sweet lips."

Just like that, your mask was off. A few minutes ago, you were still uttering false praises to him, doing everything in your power to get into his good graces. Your lips were practically dripping with honey, thanking him for taking you in, so eager to repay him in the only way you knew how.

"You vile—Ah!" You cried out as he sucked harshly on your clit. The silk belt tying your wrists to the bed post dug into your skin as you struggled against it. "Just kill me, Morax!"

He paused, lifting his head from between your thighs, eyeing you with those bewitching amber eyes that seemed to glow in the dim light. His handsome face was covered in your glistening slick. Droplets of your traitorous arousal slid down his jaw, joining the sloppy mess below.

"That would be a pity. You've done nothing wrong, given that that the blood of the god you served is on my hands. In fact, I commend your courage to avenge him. The execution leaves much to be desired…" He pauses to draw his tongue along your wet slit. "But it was an honest attempt."

A moan involuntarily slips from between your lips as your body writhed from the stimulation. Why you had not yet been sentenced to death, you could only guess. A swift and bloody gash across your neck would've done it. If his goal was to coax a surrender out of you, his method was rather underhanded, but so was your approach, so you couldn't blame him.

You had tried to seduce the enemy and succeeded. Now you were just reaping the consequences of your actions.

"You…ah… You're wasting your time on me…" You managed to say in between whimpers.

The drag of his wet muscle against your sensitive walls had your back arching and toes curling. It was almost as if he was determined to return the deed, give you a taste of sweet release just as you had moments earlier. If he were not the person you were seeking vengeance on, you might’ve allowed yourself to enjoy this.

Your moans grew more desperate. There was no holding it in any longer. The pleasure was too much for you to contain. You could only let it overtake you, rushing out and right into his waiting mouth.

"The way you pleasured me, did your god teach you to do that? Did you pleasure him with this eager mouth of yours often?" He mused as he got up from between your legs.

"It was my honor to—"

You winced as he took the opportunity of you parting your lips to speak, pushing his fingers into your mouth and playing with your tongue which had nowhere to hide.

"I'm sure it was. I can see why he delighted in you." He tugged his fingers from your lips, tracing a wet trail along your neck, following with his lips.

"My loyalty will never be yours, Morax. Not now, not ever." You looked him straight in the eye.

He chuckled. "Overconfidence is a fickle thing, darling. Who's to say you won't change your mind? Do you truly believe your god would choose to leave you in the hands of someone as despicable as you say?"

You drew in a shaky breath as his lips hovered over your skin. His eyes watched you as you stubbornly averted your gaze. He was being infuriatingly gentle when you were just expecting him to treat you harshly and have his way with you. Instead, he took his time, teasing and seducing you. You drew in a shallow breath when his lips descended on your chest. His hand returned to your neglected pussy, finding your dripping folds and sinking between them. You instinctively pressed your thighs together. Moans spilled from your lips uncontrollably. Just when the surmounting pleasure was about to push you over the edge again, the god pulled away and withdrew his touch. Your mind was in tatters, shredded by the promise of pleasure that he had planted in your traitorous body. He reached down, thumb coaxing your bottom lip free from your bite.

"So reluctant." He mused, stroking the side of your face with the back of a finger. "I will hear it from you eventually, but I wonder what you will ask for. Will it be your freedom, or something else?"

"You'll set me free just because I ask?" You pant.

"If you promise not to repeat the foolish mistake you made tonight."

"I can't promise that." You replied right away.

Morax chuckles. "Understandable."

He gets up and pulls his robes back on. In a matter of seconds, the god is dressed as impeccably as before you had tugged off his belt, like you had never entered his tent.

"Untie me!" You demand him when it was clear he was about to leave.

"Have you changed your mind so soon?"

Your face grew hot as realization settled on you. Morax was not releasing you until you gave him your word. What a petty god. Your chances of succeeding now was nonexistent, not that it was ever probable to begin with. What was the point of keeping you tied up if he wasn't fearing for his life?

"I've already pledged myself to another god." You answered, unashamed.

"Your god is dead." Morax reminds you.

"It doesn't matter."

The god's brows furrowed.

"I will never serve you, Morax. You might as well kill me."

He never touched you after that day. You were still tied to that bed, but at least you were clothed. In fact, Morax had stopped visiting you altogether, probably moving his resting quarters elsewhere. The military encampment was alit with rumors of you. The soldier who brought you food and stood outside the tent tried to make conversation with you, but you refused to eat or engage with him.

Finally, after you had passed out due to lack of nourishment, Morax returned. When you regained consciousness, you were back on the bed and propped up against a stack of pillows.

"Is this how you repay the god you claim to be loyal to? By wasting your life away?" His deep voice was soothing to your ears, but you would never admit that.

"Why do you care?" You turned your head, refusing the spoon held up against your lips. "I can follow him into death if I want. Who are you to stop me?"

"The one your god, who you hold in such high regard, entrusted you to."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Don't gild yourself Morax. You're just a cold-blooded murderer."

His hand froze in midair. So you might’ve gone a bit too far with that claim, but the words had already escaped your lips and it was too late to take them back.

Morax had many supporters and allies, unlike your god, who was perhaps too distrusting and proud to join forces with another. It wasn't until his death that he finally asked for help, for the sake of the humans who followed him.

"Do you truly think that lowly of me?" He asked you gravely.

"I'm just a follower of a dead god. My opinion shouldn't hold any weight." You smirked, but the expression looked pathetic on your gaunt face. "Why haven't you sentenced me to death yet? Could it be that the great Rex Lapis enjoys being ridiculed?"

"It's certainly not pleasant to be constantly cut by such a sharp tongue, but I must admit, your dedication to your god is quite touching."

"If you think keeping me alive is going to convince me to abandon him and follow you instead, you're awfully naïve."

Morax put down the spoon, laughing heartily at your words.

"That is a first. Naïve…" He repeats the bizarre word. "As the God of Contracts, it would be unfitting of me to punish you for honoring your contract to your god, despite his death freeing you from it."

"I never asked to be freed. You murdered him!"

Morax's eyed darkened as all laughter fell from his face. He sighed.

"I will free you. You may attempt to take my life as many times as you please, but I must warn you. If you fail, there will be consequences."

Your eyes widened in shock. Even the follower of an enemy god knew what these words meant. A contract with Morax was something to be coveted, but what on Teyvat was this one?

"What… consequences?" You asked warily.

"It will not be anything you can't handle. On the contrary, a few of my adepti have been restless as soon as they caught wind of your attempt on my life. They will not be so kind to you if you were to cross them so I advise you to keep your intentions to yourself."

Something was extremely off about this contract right from the beginning. You felt like a mouse lashing out at a bored cat. Morax's Overconfidence was expected. Your vengeance was a joke in his eyes, perhaps endearing even. The way he looks at you, as compassionate as his gaze was, it only added to your crippling guilt and sense of helplessness.

Almost every other night in your bed, you would curl up and weep as you relive the day your god was slain. Sometimes, you would dream of yourself kneeling in front of him, begging for forgiveness. He was dead. You, as his most devoted priestess, should be too. If he was evil, forced you to serve him against your will, made you commit atrocities that would have you clawing at your chest at night, then perhaps you would gladly serve a new god.

After being set free, you stayed in the Millelith encampment as Morax expected. His adepti, as well as the soldiers who were aware of what you had tried to do, were reluctant to accept your constant presence, but Morax ensured that no one dared to lay a hand on you. Eventually, you managed to befriend some of them and managed to learn some lesser known things about the god they followed. One of Morax's closest friends was the god of dust, a weak god if judging by power alone. She had forged an alliance with Morax early on and managed to combine their efforts as their people mingled and settled in the Guili Plains. Even the more reclusive adepti banded together, fighting the war alongside him. Though he was a powerful god, you couldn't deny that the Guili Alliance was much stronger than he could ever be on his own. There was only so much a single god could do. You couldn't help but imagine how different things would've been if your god had considered joining forces with Morax instead of challenging him, but alas all of these thoughts were meaningless with him dead.

"Bonanus, do you think those dead gods curse the land because they're bitter for being pitted against each other in this ridiculous dogfight?"

The hydro yaksha sighed. You always asked her questions like this, but she never minded. She was perhaps one of only people who was qualified to answer them.

"Not all gods curse the land." She said. "Havria never cursed the land either. Even though some of her own people died as a result of her death, it's very different."

He also did not lay down a curse when he died.

"I was one of the Yakshas that Rex Lapis sent to monitor the area after your god was slain." She continued after your silence. "Your god… He truly cared about your people. I can't say the same for all of the gods slain during this war. It was a pity…"

Every soldier at the encampment and most of the adepti called him Rex Lapis out of respect. You were the only one calling him Morax.

It's been almost a month since your last attempt. He was expecting it at this point. Maybe he even secretly looked forward to your attempts, curious to find out how you would go about it. Would the weapon be different? Or would you try to use poison? Each time, Morax seemed to be letting you get away with more, but each attempt would predictably end with your failure. If his adepti knew what was actually going on inside his tent, they would not be so friendly with you.

"Are you a masochist? Why didn't you stop me?" You yelled at him.

The pointed end of your hairpin was embedded in his flesh. You were bent over his body, one hand against his bare chest and the other one holding the pin against his neck. Blood was still seeping out from that gash, an unnatural glimmering gold compared to the vivid crimson that yours was.

"You won't be satisfied until you have this buried in my heart, won't you?" He asked you instead of answering your question.

The expression on his face was unbothered, as if you trying to kill him time and time again was just a minor inconvenience. You had him bleeding and pinned to his bed, but it was clear by how relaxed he was underneath you, this god did not feel threatened by you in the slightest.

"If you know that, why are you still letting me get this close to you? Are you an idiot?"

You tried to withdraw, but he had wrapped his hand around yours, preventing you. His hand maneuvered yours, guiding the tip of your bloodied pin right over his chest. The droplets of molten gold glided over his skin, trailing along his muscles.

"Go on." Morax dared you.

Your eyes widened, panicking. His grip was tight, painful even.

"Madman…" You muttered under your breath as you tried to pry his hand off.

The embellishments along the pin cut into your palm. It wasn't until an unsightly drop of blood slid down your wrist that he let you go, allowing you to drop the pin. It clattered onto to floor, echoing the obnoxious beating of your own heart.

You quickly untangled yourself from him, but couldn't escape. Every time, the punishment was the same as the first. He would always make sure you faced the consequences.

"I gave you the chance, dear. You did not take it." He reminds you as he pulls you back into his arms, trapping you underneath him.

Maybe it wasn't actually the attempt on his life that Morax was indulging in, but serving the punishment he promised you each time you failed. Why did you keep on trying even though the ending was never any different? You would never succeed, no matter how many times he let you close enough.

"I have given you every chance to leave, but you insist on coming back to me each time. What is it that you truly want?" Morax asks you.

"Why do you keep sparing my life then?" You could only deflect with a question of your own, because there was no rational answer to his.

"I would love to ask you the same." He mused. According to your actions, or rather lack of actions, you didn't even want to kill him anymore.

Morax brings your bleeding palm against his lips. A tingling feeling coursed up your spine. In a matter of seconds, the fresh cut was healed, leaving only a faint discoloration. He didn't even bother to tend to his own wound, which was still dripping. Splatters of his golden blood decorated your neck and chest.

He began to stroke your thigh, carefully parting your legs and guiding one over his hip. His fingers dipped into your wet heat, immediately tugging a gasp out of you. Your pussy clamped down on his long digit, shamelessly demanding for more.

You moaned softly as Morax grinded himself against your entrance. It felt so good, you couldn't help but wrap your other leg around his waist, pulling him closer.

"If you want it, you need only ask for it, dear."

"I'll n-never… betray…" You were still stubbornly clinging onto that shred of dignity.

"Oh, I certainly don't doubt that." He chuckled. The sound vibrated against your skin. Heat stirred underneath, giving it an alluring flush.

He added a second finger, pumping in and out of your squelching hole at an increasing pace. The friction was a lit fuse eating through your rational thoughts.

"Does it make you feel wretched if this doesn't happen under the circumstances of a punishment?" His lips brush against your ear, each word piercing through your foggy mind. "A traitor. That's what you are if you sleep with the enemy."

The lascivious sounds drifting from your lips, the trembling of your body, and the copious amount of slick dripping from your hole were all undeniable evidence of your arousal.

"Your body belongs to your god. It would be treacherous of you to allow me inside, won't it? Look at how tightly you're squeezing. I'm afraid this cunt of yours is not as faithful as your lips."

"Just… get it over with… Morax!" You cried out in exasperation.

"You have your limits and I have mines. I will not take you by force." He continued to torture you, riling you up in every way short of shoving his cock inside.

"With everything you've done…" You panted. "What's the difference?"

His fingers have been inside you. His tongue as well. He's seen and touched every inch of your skin and tasted the sweat and tears on your cheeks as well as the arousal between your legs.

"Say it." Morax demands.

You press your lips tightly together as he pulls out his fingers and rubs his hardened cock against your sensitive folds. Soft whimpers escape from you as his tip catches on your slit repeatedly, but never enters.

His deep voice climbs ever so slightly in pitch as he struggles to reign in the urge to shove his cock deep into you, fill you to the brim in a single brutal thrust. His hand wanders, finding your clit.

You moaned as pleasure ripples through your body. His hands gripped your hips, keeping you firmly in place as he coats himself in your slick.

"Just Look at how wet you are. Say that you want it. Please…" His warm breath tickles your skin while his face is buried in the crook of your neck.

"Are you… begging me…?" Surely you were imagining that breathless plea.

"I too can satisfy you." He whispered.

"Morax…"

"Say it!"

"You're unbearable." You groaned.

"Is that a yes?" He asked.

You nodded, writhing as you succumbed to his persistence. "Yes!"

Immediately, you could feel his tip pushing into you. Your moans filled the air as your walls stretched to accommodate his immense girth. Morax's cock bullied its way in until it was completed sheathed within you.

After months of wavering pretense, you could no longer keep up the act. The moment your affirmation left your lips, the depravity you had been holding back spilled forth.

"Gods you're tight." Morax hissed as you clamped down on him, restricting his movement. "Relax your hold, dear. Are you trying to squeeze the life out of me?"

"Wouldn't that be… just perfect?" You teased him against your better judgment.

You cried out as he plunged his cock into you after pulling out almost completely. Raw pleasure coursed through you like a tidal wave, drowning out everything except the sound of his cock moving inside you. The sensations had you bursting at the seams. Your mind was completely blank, your lips parted, and your skin flushed.

"Careful dear. I would hate to accidentally kill you whilst trying to bring you to a finish." He whispered against your ear after calming down a bit.

"That doesn't sound… too bad." You managed to say between moans. "For someone like me."

"You would like that, wouldn't you?" He grunts as he increases his pace even more. "To die while impaled on my cock, with my cum filling your womb? Your god would surely scowl in disgust if he knew how willingly, how well you're taking me right now, wouldn't he?"

"Morax… too fast…" You sobbed, fingernails digging into his arm.

"Is this already too much for you?" He cooed, reaching down to rub your clit. Despite his words, he slowed down to a gentler pace. "I expected more from you."

You glared at him, but the tears in your eyes only made you look all the more pathetic. "Even my god was more gentle when he—"

"If you want gentle, then I will show you gentle. There's no need to compare me to someone who's no longer able to fill this needy cunt of yours."

"Who's fault is that?" You seethed.

"Mine." He replied, stroking your cheek tenderly. "So allow me…"

This time, Morax held true to his word. Every thrust was painfully gentle and slow, so slow that you began rolling your hips upward to encourage him to go faster.

"F-faster…" You whined. "Please…"

With a barely noticeable curl at the corner of his lips, Morax quickened his place. His breathing also grew shallow again. You moaned softly, the pitch and urgency of each sound escaping your lips rose as he pushed you closer and closer towards the edge.

"I'm almost there…"

"Come for me, darling. I'll be right behind you." He coaxed you in such a tender voice.

You tensed, body convulsing as your walls clamped down on him relentlessly. Your arms wrapped around his neck as your thighs tightened around his waist. The thread inside you snapped, releasing a surge of warmth that gushed around his cock. He let out a groan, also reaching his climax. Thick, hot cum shot deep into your womb, painting your insides and mixing together with your own release, finally trickling out from where the two of you were still joined. He tugged himself free of your suffocating warmth, releasing a flood of cum. Even now, your walls were still fluttering, desperately clenching onto nothing. He almost had the urge to stuff his cock back inside out of pity.

"Rest now. Leave the rest to me."

Morax pulled you into his chest, arms wrapping around you from behind. The sound of his steadying breath drifted into your ear, lulling your tired body to sleep.

"I cannot bring back your beloved god, but I can promise you this. From this day onwards, every god I defeat shall be sealed away instead of slain. This war has resulted in too much grief, too much bloodshed. I too wish for its swift end. Forgive me for the wrongs I am no longer able to undo." He sighed, voice barely audible even though you were laying there right against him.

A drop of saltiness seeped into the silk pillow underneath your head. As a mere human caught in these tumultuous times, you had always known how lucky you were to be born in a village overseen by a merciful god.

The injustice that had plagued you for the past year ever since his death finally drained out of you, tear by tear. So Morax had killed an innocent god. Perhaps he had killed a dozen even. Did he have a choice? He did not call this war into existence. Perhaps there were higher gods even he was a mere pawn to, gods who had set this land ablaze with suffering and strife. He too was simply doing what he could to protect the humans who called his domain home.

The encampment gradually warmed up to you once you put down your burdens. Even Cloud Retainer eventually let go of her urge to 'quash' you when it became clear you no longer had the desire to kill Rex Lapis. The first to notice was Yaksha Bonanus, who you often spoke to about your past. You smiled often and found ways to be helpful within the Millelith camp. You were no adeptus, neither where you brilliant like Guizhong. If you were a great warrior like Xiao and Bonanus, perhaps you'd be helpful in that way. You were only decent with a sword when forced to use one. Tending to wounded soldiers and gathering herbs were tasks you had always been adept at, so you volunteered for that post. It was one of your responsibilities as priestess, before the god you served died. These were now your people and Morax was now your god.

You still refused to call him Rex Lapis, but he did not mind it at all. It turns out, a good many of his close friends still refer to him directly by the name Morax. That was something you would've never expected of the god you previously served. He was a proud god, so proud that you were never permitted to call him by name, despite being his closest confidant.

"Morax." The name tasted familiar, sweet even on your tongue.

It certainly feels different from calling your supposed lover 'My Lord' every time he takes you to bed. You stretch as you get up from Morax's bed. The encampment was always bustling, no matter what time of the day it was. There was always something to do and you were always filled with motivation. Ever since you started getting involved, you realized exactly how purposeless your life had been in the months following the death of your previous god. Morax had not simply spared your life repeatedly. He had saved it. Those memories were bittersweet now, but you were grateful for them. You would always be, for the rest of your life, however long it would be.

Author's Note: This took way too long. Got stuck because my brain kept screaming OOC. Finally ended up with something I liked so here you go. This list is probably going to continue into 2025 at this point. I kinda like having a list of prompts to draw from. Gets my brain worms going. Except when I get stuck of course, like with this one.

[caramel-flan]

A little doodle! the new event is so sweet! 🍃⭐

[by-saiyuri]

sometimes you just need to draw a retired god being a grandpa to his nation's children

[inanthesis]

"I highly appreciate your preparedness for entering the world of Liyuen gastronomy, most likely would not consider studying the ways of locals in that particular area, but it is perfectly alright with me that you would avoid certain foods. To have preferences is natural, and even I avoid nearly an entire style of cuisine due to my own despite my appreciation for all of the work which goes into preparing any dish." Zhongli began to explain, smiling and bowing his head politely as a pot of tea was brought to their table and taking it upon himself to pour them each a cup.

"Personally, I am quite averse to seafood. The thought of ingesting those slippery, slimy creatures-..." He trailed off with a frown, quickly shaking his head of the intrusive line of thought. "If the fish happens to be chopped finely enough so that I cannot detect the texture and it lacks that particular fishy scent I can stomach it, but otherwise I would far prefer other options such as chicken, pork, or even tofu and outright refuse to even look at anything involving tentacles."

Even with the man's admission, Kaveh couldn't really see Zhongli being so set in his ways. "But your words prove you're able to bend a bit. I think that matters more, and definitely puts you in a different league from those old men."

A quick thank you is said as he takes a seat. The talk of food did make him a little anxious. As he had researched, some Liyue's best known foods were spicy. Spicy food and Kaveh's stomach didn't mix very well. Perhaps he was an old fart as well. In his own way. With a somewhat pained smile he speaks. "Truthfully I can't handle spicy foods. But don't worry about chopsticks! I've practiced." Now that he could be proud of. 

His stomach was weak but not his fingers. Kaveh practiced weeks before taking the trip over to master the utensils. He wasn't anywhere near a local's level but the architect felt he was capable of feeding himself with them. "I should've said something sooner though. You'd think since I'm from Sumeru I'd be accustomed to our spices and be able to eat it just fine."

A soft, embarrassed laugh leaves his lips. "Instead I eat like a child's never gotten over his picky eater phase. I hope it doesn't discourage you from eating with me."

[salmon4dinner]

another meme redraw

[baeshijima]

u know what would be a cool genshin fic idea? isekai/transmigrated reader, but instead of appearing within the general timeline, you come into the genshin world 500 years prior to the start of the storyline in khaenri'ah.

honestly it could be either a little before the cataclysm, giving enough time to delve into some relationship building + explore some world building with characters like dainsleif, traveller's sibling (which would probably be lumine bc i actually do like her as abyss sibling & aether as traveller), and npcs like halfdan (still crying over him to this day ;w;) and possibly the khaenri'ahn royal guards (assuming you either join them or have a good enough relationship with them), OR it could be you appear during the crisis, completely and utterly lost as to why you were brought amidst the chaos and bloodshed as you watch everything you barely knew about this nation crumble before your very eyes.

either route will still result in reader's existential crises and constant "why am i here? just to suffer?" monologues because really, who would be fine after going through that after coming from /our/ world? and not to mention you've had to endure the next 500 years wandering with no real set path because you don't know this world— this era of teyvat or of genshin. you're merely stuck, unable to die, and forced to live a life of uncertainty with no clear direction for you to go to.

despite it all, you've at least been able to see dain during this course. while your meetings pass far too quickly for your lonesome, and his solemn demeanour is something you're yet to be accustomed to after having been with him before the fall of khaenri'ah (assuming it's the route where you appear before the cataclysm), you're glad to see a familiar face every now and then. after the messy departure with the lumine who left for the abyss order, you've come to appreciate his quiet presence more and more each time.

and then you decide it might be time to settle. you soon realise it's difficult to do so when your lifespan has become far more than that of a human's — of a mortal's — and so you find yourself becoming used to staying in one place for a few years before setting off for the next. rinse and repeat. over and over. it's come to a point where you've witnessed the nations undergo various changes each time you visit. you know change is inevitable, and yet your heart stings each time you witness it; a testament to how the world is ever-changing, yet you're stuck in place as a bystander.

one thing you're grateful for, however, are the bonds you've established amid your back-and-forth over the centuries. from archons like zhongli and venti to long-life beings such as neuvillette and the adepti to regular mortals who have showed you kindness as if one of their own... you've grown to cherish those memories, often reminiscing them when the nights get too long and surroundings too quiet. it was difficult at first, and still is, but you've become used to the inevitable change and the passing of those you once knew.

and after 500 years, you find yourself face-to-face with one you haven't seen since before you appeared in this world; the protagonist of this world, and the one you eventually join in hopes of finally finding a means to an end, aether.

little side notes/extras:

from /our/ world, you would probably know the storyline from up to around current (5.0) or maybe a little after the fontaine aq conclusion. it gives a lot to work with, but you definitely won't remember a lot of the lore after so long other than some main events, especially since most of your knowledge is pretty irrelevant for the next 500 years,,,

i think it would be cool if you had an inteyvat on your person as a little homage of khaenri'ah, which may or may not invoke some opinions from certain characters (*cough* aether immediately being reminded of lumine and having an existential crisis *cough*)

post-cataclysm you would go through a, uhm, long phase of helplessness, wondering why you were even brought to this world so far back if you couldn't even make any contributions. it does eventually morph into a resolution to do what you can to help those you come across if it's within your capabilities, but the nightmares and helplessness come back every now and then as a reminder for what you can't do :D yippee :D

honestly i'm on the fence whether you would have a vision or some other type of abilities (think on the similar lines of aether/lumine's and dain's), but i think having some type of purification mechanic would be a must in your arsenal !! would definitely lead to some moments between you and characters like dain or zhongli who suffer from the erosion as you give them a slight reprieve from what rages within and corrodes them

a little self indulgent, but i'd like to think your first /proper/ meeting with zhongli happens during a lantern rite festival, wherein you're admiring the lanterns in the sky after making a wish of your own and he comes up from behind with "they're beautiful, wouldn't you say so?" and !!

also as for love interests, as much as i would love for human/mortal characters, a part of me feels like this story would be better suited for the immortal/long-life characters as love interests?? idk i feel like considering that 500 years is, well, a long time, the bonds you would have with them compared to characters like, say, alhaitham or diluc would be way too different ?? though i would definitely still add them as love interest bc i am a sucker for so many of the human characters ;w; it would also add to the angst and hurt/comfort ahahha...

anyway thank you for reading this massive brain dump of a fic bc i absolutely would put this as a long term project, and if u made it this far then i would like to say that dain solos—

[inanthesis]

@dawnscall happy bday diluc

Hiding things from a man with a wide net cast to collect information was certainly not an easy thing, but it surely was not impossible for a stubborn, ancient, ex-archon to do when he was determined to. Diluc's birthday was something he had been looking forward to for some time, and though he had been made aware it was not necessarily a cheerful occasion for the young redhead, Zhongli couldn't sit by and do nothing- and he certainly couldn't allow his beloved to be alone if he felt inclined to hide away and wait it out.

It was early in the morning that he'd arrived at Dawn Winery before the sun had even risen as he'd detailed in secret notes he'd exchanged with the head house staff he's gotten to know during his visits. They were all quite enthusiastic to help surprise their young master, and that worked to his advantage with being offered all of the help he could've ever wanted to be ready for the day. However, he chose to be left to his own devices in the kitchen for now to prepare the ingredients he'd slyly had delivered beforehand. It was a long, laborious process- longer only because Zhongli was so particular in how he wished to prepare his beloved's first meal- but one he was more than happy to do on this very special day.

When all was prepared and Diluc was supposedly going to be down in a moment, Zhongli himself also set the dining table with a modest serving of noodles steaming welcomingly at the table's head where he patiently stood waiting to greet the man he'd so come to adore.

[inanthesis]

"I consider myself very lucky, indeed." Luckier than perhaps any other being has ever felt in the history of Teyvat for there was no better way Zhongli would want to spend his time than at Diluc's side where he could ease his worries and draw out the most beautiful smiles that would steal his breath away every single time. So, naturally, once they'd arrived at their scenic destination and he allowed himself a moment to take it all in his gaze would find itself settling not on the view of the land or ocean but that of his beloved where it so often lingered.

"There is much appeal to be found in this view which encompasses nearly all of Mondstadt in the distance, but it pales in comparison to the beauty of Dawn Winery's finest treasure which I can state with confidence leaves the moon itself hiding away in shame knowing it could never hope to compete." And finally- finally- the old god allowed himself to take that which he had coveted since stepping foot in the land of freedom's borders, tugging Diluc closer by his hand so that Zhongli's other could snake around his waist and they could meet in a far-too-long-awaited kiss.

"Would it be inappropriate of me to state that I find holding onto propriety far more difficult every time I see you? I find myself envying the careless youth we come across in the city who seek approval from none but each other, but we are not quite naive children with the luxury of living in our own world apart from others, are we?"

it couldn't be helped; this wasn't the first time that diluc had considered bringing up the topic of marriage, but to have his lover address it in such a smooth, yet indirect way left him jarred and struggling to recover, no matter the state of his outward composure. fortunately, it didn't take too long, especially not when he'd been given the perfect opportunity to rebut zhongli in the way of which his employment was most useful. ' should i? a lowly mortal such as myself will tire if i'm left to endure such strenuous tasks all alone. besides; you're more than welcome to tell your stories and discuss with me whatever you'd like while your hands are otherwise put to good use. ' & while the statement remained as serious and unmoving as he'd meant it, it's punctuated by a cheeky grin as if to say nice try. zhongli would not be let off the hook so easily.

' luckily for you, i'm inclined to agree�� proceeding without you would make for an unpleasant trip, and would i would wholly forgo. perhaps i will include your future toil in the vineyard for another time. ' today, it's diluc's pleasure to tease his most favored company, even if he would never allow such a thing to transpire unless he was thoroughly displeased with the consultant.

as they pressed onward toward their destination, diluc ensured their stop in springvale, where provisions were acquired for their journey's end, which lay at the peak of cape oath, where the sky met the sea and the air was crisp and refreshing. while the journey was long and riddled with obstacles, diluc was certain that it was worth the lack of propriety they both would need to show, as not a single soul save for the pair seemed to be present. with a basket of simple ingredients in hand, the young master tugged the old god in the direction of the cliff's edge, but not close enough to worry whether or not the ground would give way and send them both tumbling over.

' i'm certain the view here was worth the wait, no? '

[osmanthus-wine-addiction]

17 Cum Inflation

Zhongli x Reader / NSFW / Reader and Zhongli are basically married / Reader is described as small compared to half-dragon form Zhongli / Mentions of pregnancy and breeding / This is degenerate smut featuring an unrealistic kink so don't expect it to make any biological sense!

Aside from the visual stimulation, there was one rather specific reason why you preferred your lover fuck you in his illuminated form. In an effort to preserve what little shame you had while having your insides tastefully rearranged by his cock, you only ever gave him the first reason and that was good enough for him.

Zhongli was already tall in his human form, but once his more draconic features make an appearance, his cock swells into an absolute monstrosity. It's not unusual for him to slip into his more primal form when he's balls-deep inside your sweet little hole. He can't help it when you fit so perfectly around him, squeezing him so deliciously that his control crumbles. You'd be sobbing and crying like the helpless cum dump you devolve into whenever he's got you wrapped around his cock, but since you never beg him to stop, he doesn't.

He's so careful with you, or at least he tries to be. With his claws digging into your plush thighs as he hold you in place, he can see just how tiny and delicate your body is compared to his, especially in this form. Your tight hole stretches obscenely around his cock. The sounds coming from your drooling lips were just as shameless as the loud, wet squelching around his base. Your mind was completely empty, all coherent thoughts forced out as if his cock was pumping air straight into your head. You wouldn't be surprised if you started to float with the way his thrusts were lifting your back off the bed.

"Z-Zhongli..." You choked on his name.

It felt so good, you wanted to say, but all you could muster were cries of ecstasy as he fucked you even harder. Loud grunts punctuated his every stroke. The air pulsated with Geo energy, vibrating in sync with the part of him that was buried deep inside you. Your ears rung as your body trembled. You could feel his every throb, hear his labored breaths. Even your hearts beat in unison, strung together in a desperate frenzy.

You stole a glance at your lover. If you had the mental capacity, perhaps you'd reach for his horns. They looked so pretty, glowing faintly in the dimmed bedroom. His striking amber eyes were also fixed on you, gaze raking down your body. The intensity in them culminated when he saw the way the tip of his cock formed a visible bump underneath your otherwise flat stomach. A furrow appeared between Zhongli's brows as he took in the erotic sight. His cock seemed to be growing in size, stretching your poor pussy beyond its capacity.

"My dear..." He swallowed thickly. "Am I hurting you?"

You shook your head, teary eyes falling on his concerned face. "I-I can take it, all of it..." You panted, gaze dropping to eye the rest of his cock.

The girth should give you second thoughts, but the rational part of your brain had been bullied into oblivion and would not be working properly while your legs were shamelessly spread for him. Although he was the one who asked, he did not anticipate the way your answer would affect him. The way you said it, like a whispered prayer, he could not deny you. He should've, but he was just as aroused as you were, far too eager to indulge your whim against his better judgment.

"Very well, you shall have all of it then." He utters into your ear as he resumed the treacherous task of attempting to fit the entirety of his cock inside of you.

You wailed as Zhongli sheathes himself deep, each thrust more urgent than the last. You could feel the tip of his cock grinding against the inside of your belly, along with the seams of your unraveling sanity. If someone where to peer down at you right now, they'd be able to see his monstrous cock moving inside of you with the way your belly heaved and sunk with his rapid movements. Every time he pulled out, you deflated. The moment he stuffed himself back inside, you were full again. He had reduced you into such a simple creature, satisfying you in the most basic way.

"Darling... oh..." He groans, unable to find words to describe how incredible you feel wrapped around him.

Your precious hole had been stretched beyond his wildest imagination. He was so afraid he'd hurt you at first, but when it was clear you could handle it, the last layer of his self restraint shed away. The sight of his tip bulging out of your belly whenever he bottomed out had him overflowing with lust. The primal urge to breed, the thought of stuffing you so full of his seed that your belly rounded gripped him in an instant.

"Ah! Zh-Zhongli!" You gasped as you felt his cock swell even more. "I'm close!"

A prominent knot had formed around his cock near the base. Your lips parted to release a decadent whine as he managed to lodge himself inside your hole just before you fell apart. Zhongli shuttered as his climax chased yours. He exploded into your womb from the sheer intensity. His seed rushed in and filled you to the brim in a matter of seconds, but there was still so much more coming.

Your eyes snapped open as your lips parted in shock. With his cock plugged up in you, the unending rope of cum shooting out of his tip had only one outlet, you. Not a drop of it could escape the seal his knot created. You whimpered as he held you still, ensuring that you received everything he was giving you.

The unmistakable sensation of bloatedness made you look down to find your belly inflated like there was already life inside it. Your lover had come so hard, emptied so much cum into you that you had inflated like a water balloon.

"Apologies, love." He panted against your ear. "It appears I have gone overboard."

You gave a feeble whimper as you struggled to adjust to the massive load Zhongli had just deposited inside you. It took a good two minutes for you to come down from the weightless euphoria your lover had sent you to.

"I did it, see?" You grinned weakly at him, a rosy flush still clinging to your cheeks. "I kept my word."

Zhongli chuckled, his deep rumble vibrating against your ear as he nuzzled against your neck. "Indeed you did, my love. You took me very well."

He let go of your thighs to tenderly stroke your raised belly, filled with his seed. Was this what you'd look like, belly swollen with his brood? The image ignited something deep inside of him. He had laid with you countless times, but this was the first time he allowed himself to indulge so unreservedly. It wasn't that you wouldn't allow him to before. He had thoroughly enjoyed himself every time he made love to you, but there was always a part of him that he had to hold back.

It was for your own good. You were human afterall and your body wasn't meant to take everything he longed to give you, including children. He would never knowingly risk you, groveling at the mere thought of putting you in harm's way. A thousand thoughts fluttered through his mind at that instant, but at this one crystalline moment, he only focused on one. Unless you ask him for children, he would not burden you with them.

With a pained groan he tugged his knot free and released the flood of cum that had been held captive inside you. Your belly deflated as his warm load seeped out from between your legs. Your eyes met his in curiosity as his palm slid down from your belly, resting against your womb. A tingling sensation bloomed underneath his hand. When he lifted it, a faint shimmering mark adorned your skin briefly before fading away. You didn't bother to ask him what it was, trusting him completely.

"What's on your mind?" You asked him instead.

He gave you a gentle smile. "How beautiful you looked just now, my dear."

"You like how I look knocked up?" You teased him. "Maybe you should bree—"

"Tut tut!" He pressed a palm against your lips, sealing them before you could finish the sentence. "I said no such thing."

"But you were definitely thinking about it, weren't you?" You said as soon as he withdrew his hand.

"That can be a discussion for another day. We should get ourselves as well as this mess cleaned up." He suggested, clearing his throat as his eyes fell on the ungodly amount of cum glazing your thighs and soaking into his silken sheets.

[dragon-ascent]

Sometimes I venture out into genshin fandom spaces, see Zhongli blatantly mischaracterised as usual, and sigh. Lemme just say an angel loses its wings every time someone says he abandoned his nation/doesn’t care for his people, is broke, used to be a cruel brute, and so on.

This is why I don’t really engage with genshin content outside of Zhongli-focused circles lmao, or else I’d have to see the 1927th post about how “Zhongli used to be a wild god who was tamed into being the man we know now.”

(If anyone still holds any of these misconceptions, I’ll be happy to debunk them!)

[suushy1]

girls shopping with their dragon pets

[inanthesis]

@dawnscall

Peaceful and enjoyable were not words Zhongli would have ever thought to associate with Mondstadt given the presence of a certain drunkard bard that he would expect to run into if he so much as stepped foot in the land of freedom, but as he found himself quietly sipping a passable cup of tea in a quieting bar late at night that is what he felt. The earlier hours had been a bit loud and rowdy, but as the night wore on the bar's patrons would find their way home leaving Zhongli to eventually be the last customer seated at a table, glancing at the bartender who was boring a hole right through him with a particularly fiery gaze.

"Is something wrong?" His head would tilt curiously as he settled the teacup on the table. "I haven't done anything to offend you, have I?"

[osmanthus-wine-addiction]

16 Lactation

Zhongli x Reader / NSFW / Zhongli's heat makes him produce dragon's milk

Your lover had a habit of avoiding you whenever his heat came around. You've always found it unnecessary, but he insisted.

"Just let me take care of you." You pouted, determined to prove you could be of help to him during these trying times. "I visited Bubu Pharmacy and asked Doctor Baizhu to give me that medicine you usually take. At least let me come in and brew it for you…"

"My dearest, I appreciate all that you do for me." He sighed. "However, I can handle this on my own. It is not something I want to burden you with. As soon as I am certain this affliction has passed, I shall make it up to you."

And so you could only stand there in his doorway. He wouldn't even open the door wider than a crack, as if swinging it open all the way would reveal something so unflattering, it would send you running.

Although the two of you had been together for some time already, Zhongli had made it a personal mission to keep this particular aspect of himself away from you. It only made you all the more curious. You've asked him many times before, what exactly happens during his heats. All you got were vague answers, like how he had less control over his impulses, which you were more than willing to accommodate. There were also physical changes that only took place during these times, things he warned you would find bizarre. You had seen him a handful of times with his draconic features out, horns protruding from the top of his head and teeth elongated to a point. Even if he sprouted a scaly tail, you would not be surprised.

"Zhongli, I'm not scared of whatever you're hiding. Even if you're not entirely yourself, I know you won't hurt me. Just let me come in. I'm already here and I'm not going home until I watch you drink this." You held up the medicine.

"You truly drive a hard bargain." He finally yields to your stubbornness. An exasperated smile is on his lips, appreciation brimming in his eyes.

You grinned, looking straight into Zhongli’s eyes. As soon as he pulled the door open all the way, your eyes immediately swept up and down his body. Sure enough, crystalline horns glinted in the dim light. A scattering of scales were visible along his neck and wrists, possibly all along his glowing arms, underneath his sleeves. He turned, allowing you to step inside. Your gaze returned to his face after he shut the door. There was a perpetual flush on your lover's face. You tried to pull him in for a hug, but he gracefully evaded you, determined to stay out of your reach even though the two of you were now alone inside his house. There was a thick tension in the air and it was getting even more apparent the longer you stayed in his presence.

As soon as you entered his kitchen, you pulled out a pot and unwrapped one of the herbal pouches, emptying it's contents followed by several cups of water. The herbal tea was covered and sat on the flame, waiting to come to a boil.

You turned your attention back to Zhongli, who was leaning against the wall beside you, arms crossed. His eyes were shut, possibly to keep them from constantly raking over your form. It was impossible to suppress his growing arousal with you so close, right within his reach, but he had to do his best. Your faint scent drifted into his nostrils, stimulating him further.

Your eyes glanced over at the pot of medicine. "Do these herbs suppress whatever's going on with your body?"

"The opposite." He replied. His voice was a bit gravelly.

"It amplifies it?" Your eyes widened. No wonder he was so on edge. "Why would Baizhu give you something that makes your symptoms worse?"

"So that it runs its course over a shorter amount of time. That way I can get back to you sooner as my usual self, darling." He explains with as much patience as he could muster. That was the main challenge during his heat. His patience was in pitifully short supply right now.

"Oh…" You fell silent as the words sunk in.

"Perhaps I should excuse myself while you brew this." He sounded almost desperate to get away from you.

"Wait!" You wouldn't let him, of course.

Zhongli let out a surprisingly loud gasp as you backed him into the wall he was just leaning against. Poor man was so jittery, you immediately stepped away to give him some space.

"I don't want you to hide from me, Zhongli. You can show me what your heat is like."

"Darling…" Zhongli breathed unsteady as if he had just gotten the air knocked out of his lungs. He swallowed thickly before granting you what you had come here for. "Very well."

First, you reached up, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to meet your lips. You could feel his body tremble. Normally, he would not have such a strong response to a simple kiss and your embrace. Your hands wandered up his chest. That was when your eyes widened.

"Zhongli…" You had to pull away to make sure what you were feeling underneath your palms wasn't just your imagination.

His face was even redder now that you had discovered the true extent of his physical changes. Haggard breaths fanned against the top of your head as you reached up to unbutton his shirt. Initially, you did not notice the soaked patches because of the dark color of the fabric. His chest also felt different from usual. It was softer, fuller than what you remembered.

"It is as you've guessed. While in heat, my body undergoes quite the rigorous change. Aside from producing eggs, it will also produce a substance which is akin to what humans nurse their young with."

You blinked at him. "Milk?"

He nodded. "Does that unsettle you, dear?"

You shook your head, a strange smirk on your face. "So you lay eggs and lactate during your heat. A bit strange, but nothing I can't get used to…"

"If unchecked, this could go on for months. All the while, I would exhibit behaviors that you may find exasperating…"

"Like horniness?" You giggled.

This had always been your suspicion as to why your lover was so adamant on staying out of your way while he was on his heat. Letting his pristine image slip in front of you occasionally was one thing, but being unable to restrain himself was an entirely different matter. A gentleman like Zhongli would predictably lock himself up before he would ever allow that to happen.

"That is among them, indeed." He sighed, relieved that you were still in a light mood. "Along with nesting tendancies, increased need for physical proximity, irritability, and a constant, voracious appetite."

"Do they feel heavy?" You asked, eyeing a trickle of creamy white that had seeped out from his engorged chest.

You reached up, brushing a fingernail against the glistening peak. He let out a soft moan as you proceeded to play with it. "A bit, yes."

"I've tried cow's milk, goat's milk, and coconut milk before, but I've never tried dragon's milk…"

"Are you suggesting that you'd like to try it?" He could hardly hold in his shock, but even moreso the anticipation from your bizarre words.

"Can I?" You asked, warm breath fanning over the sensitive skin of his areola.

Zhongli nodded slowly, as if in a trance. He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a gasp when you leaned in, closing your lips over his nipple. A shiver rippled through his body when you began suckling. A deep rumble emitted from his throat. His large hands found their way to the back of your head, cradling you against his chest, while his fingers threaded into your hair. Your own hands reached up to fondle his luscious mounds, kneading them diligently, earning you an appreciative hum from your lover.

The flavor and texture of dragon's milk was undeniably different from what you were familiar with, a mixture of sweet and metallic. It was thick and creamy, probably very nutrutious too. You were latched onto one teet for a good few seconds before drawing enough milk to swallow, moving onto the neglected one immediately after. Over your head drifted a steady stream of groans and shallow breaths while content purrs vibrated through his chest.

Once you were pleased with your fill, you let go of the abused nipple, giving it a parting lick. Zhongli panted as he met your gaze, eyes burning with muted desire. You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, gathering him into a kiss. Your lips were still glazed with his creamy excretion. He didn't mind the taste of himself on your lips. It wasn't the first time you had swallowed something of his.

"Someone's a bit worked up." You teased him, reaching down to palm his bulge through the silk of his pants.

Zhongli chuckled. "That's expected, is it not?"

You sunk down to your knees, fingers latching onto the waistband of his pants. "Do you need me to milk you down here too?"

"Darling…" He breathed, cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. "I'd be lying if I say I'm not imagining your lovely lips wrapped around my cock right now."

"See? It's not so hard to be honest with me." You grinned up at him as you tugged down his pants, revealing how needy your lover actually was underneath the collected facade.

You traced the bulging vein with the tip of your tongue before taking his cock into your mouth. It immediately throbbed with ignited pleasure. You had to hold him still with your hands as you sucked on the leaking tip. Zhongli let out a strangled moan as you toyed with his cock.

"My dear, please…" He choked out. "I cannot withstand teasing right now…"

Even though Zhongli was already bursting from the bit of stimulation you were giving him, thanks to his heat, he still wanted to afford you as much time and patience as he could muster. This manifested in breathless pleas and soft whimpers, sounds you had never imagined coming out of your lover in all the time you had known him. You couldn't possibly resist him like this.

Your lips parted wide as you eagerly shoved him into your mouth. The gagging and initial discomfort of having something so thick lodged in your throat was ignored. Your focus was solely on drawing as many of those delicious sounds from your lover's lips as you could.

Zhongli leaned against the wall, legs trembling as you knelt in front of him. His hands were once again buried in your hair as he got lost in the sensation of your mouth wrapped around his throbbing cock. You bobbed your head along his shaft, up and down, lips dripping in saliva. He freed a hand to massage his leaking teet, which spilled a cascade of milk all the way down his abdomen. You almost thought he had climaxed, but the sweetness of his milk was a welcome quencher. An unwilling groan escaped Zhongli as you spat him out to clean up the mess his milkers had made on his chest and abs.

"You did not need to do that, but I appreciate the gesture." Your lover somehow still had his manners intact even after all you had done.

"It would've gone to waste." You insisted. "Might as well let me enjoy it."

"Do you… enjoy it?"

You nodded. "It tastes quite good actually."

With that, you got back to pleasuring him, massaging the pouches at the base of his cock while swallowing him to the hilt. Zhongli arched his neck back as his senses were overwhelmed, just like how you imagined him. Seeing your reserved lover at the brink of his self control was such a treat. You gave his cock a gentle squeeze with your palms while simultaneously prodding the slit on his tip with your tongue. He immediately bucked against your lips, plunging his cock against the back of your throat. A loud groan escaped him as he exploded into your mouth, spilling his milky white cum down your throat. Perhaps his heat had something to do with it, but the sheer amount of his release was alarming. You nearly choked trying to swallow all of it. Inevitably, much of his load ended up escaping your lips and dripping unceremoniously down your jaw and chin, resulting in an unsightly splatter on the front of your shirt.

"Have you had your fill yet?" Zhongli sighed, shaking his head at your less than dignified state.

"I.. I think so." You answered as you got up.

Your lover gently wiped what he could off your face and neck, but the stains on your clothes would have to be washed off. The scent of herbal tea permeated the kitchen, mixed with hints of something heady and suggestive.

"It appears I may need to have you visit more often rather than seal myself off to you during these times." Zhongli muses as you drape your arms over his shoulders. "You do such a fine job alleviating the burdens of my heat."

"Of course." You replied proudly while turning off the stove.

---

I know some of you will be wondering how the fuck a dragon produces milk. Let's just say dragons are mythical creatures, not lizards, and he's probably related to a platypus lol. Also, he may or may not be a protandrous hermaphrodite like a clownfish in here. My brain had to do some serious cartwheels to make this brainrot make sense, so please don't speculate way too hard on the biology of this smut like I did.