#wr.zhongli

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Vvvv... VVVV...

... ZHONGLI MORAX SMUT... ZHONGLI/MORAX BREEDING SMUT... PWEASE

✮ cw. . (18+), breeding kink, afab reader, marking. divider creds: cafekitsune.

I think the essence of being a dragon drags with it those primordial instincts. The fact that they are such territorial and possessive creatures is something that Morax can't always fight against.

Despite being an Archon and knowing that he possesses more power than the others, Morax doesn't miss the opportunity to show his followers that you are his. That you have been chosen to be by his side, in his home, in his temple where people worship him and bring him gifts, in his chambers.

His arm always wrapped around your waist, his broad hand constantly finding space on your lower back. Teeth marks you wear as jewels on your neck or wrist.

There, where the murmur of the people who often congregate outside the temple comes as whispers and where the footsteps of the crowd sometimes make you shudder because they sound like thunder; with the candle fires dancing merrily and conjuring shadows on his face, Morax forces you to look at him. His long, slender fingers grip your jaw with just enough force to keep you from escaping.

“Eyes on me,” he commands in a husky voice, charged with pleasure.

Hearing him, your eyelashes flutter, focusing on him and him alone. You shift your hips deeper, as the silk robe that was gifted to you a few moons ago falls angelically over your shoulders and drapes like a curtain over your hips. The color highlights your skin and fits perfectly to your body measurements, after all, it was made with a fabric specially chosen by the Archon, like each of the clothes you wear.

Your breasts shudder with each new rhythm at which your bodies sway, a perfect dance that causes Morax to thrust his hips from below and grunt through his teeth. Eventually, the position you were in unravels and you end up lying on the sheets, your feet dangling on his shoulders; his hands flattened on the mattress on either side of your head.

“You're so deep inside me,” you whisper through half-opened lips. All you could feel was him, his overwhelming presence, his body crushing you to the floor.

Morax is looking at you, not directly into your eyes but where his cock comes in and splits you in two. He's drunk in the way your juices wet his cock and the way your clit peeks out from between swollen lips.

The thought of cumming inside you has his pelvis clenching warning him of his own soon release, his breath escaping heavy through his nose and his teeth grinding against each other. Morax leans back and carefully lowers your legs off his shoulders to then sit on his own feet, thighs bent as he grabs your hips, lifts you off the mattress and with his strength uses you freely to move you up and down at his whim.

The wet sounds of your pussy fill the room, your cries are silenced by your teeth biting into your own forearm.

“Mine… mine… mine…” Morax growls, his golden eyes stained with lust.

In between stroking your stomach and thighs to bring comfort after his hard thrusts, Morax cums with a grunt, thrusting so deep inside you that the curly hairs are brushing against your pussy lips. And now, he wishes, this is the time he could finally see you pregnant with his babies. There is nothing that would give him more satisfaction than to see you with swollen breasts, sensitive nipples, being adored for being the woman carrying a semi-archon in her womb.

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When it comes to Zhongli, what kind of things give it away that he's head over heels for you?

ohhh lskdkd i think zhongli is very subtle so this could go so unnoticed. like. he is so old and thinks it's so obvious the gestures he has with you that sooner or later you will notice. but he tries to "woo" you, he is super gentlemanly with you. he gives you flowers and opens doors, picks you up at home and always invites you to join him on his sunset walks, doesn't let you pay the bill (he borrows mora from hu tao) (he never pays her lskdkd), listens to you attentively without interrupting you, always serves you wine/tea, his eyes always fixed on you; slipping into your mouth from time to time. talks to you about old stories, especially involving romance and his giving you a heart-shaped rock he found while walking I think is the only "direct" clue you'll ever get that he likes you.

it's not until you talk to hu tao and she explains the exaggerated amount of mora he owes her and she tells you that he's crazy in love with you, that you start to see the little details. the wanting to keep you close, little touches of his hand on your forearm when he talks or his hand on your lower waist when you cross the street

but honestly, you never realize because zhongli is so subtle and he wonders what he is doing wrong or maybe if, his love is not reciprocated.

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⊹ ˚. MORAX (REX LAPIS) ┊ sfw, set in the archon war, gn reader. divider creds: cafekitsune.

The last drops of the drizzle drip off the roof using it as a slide, until they fall in the garden and wet the green grass and the silk flowers while you walk along the corridor bathed in an eerie silence, the yellowish opaque lights are not enough to chase away the gloom that the sunset brings and the creaking of your bare feet on the wood do not help to relax your spirit.

Your spear was stripped from you as soon as you set foot in the temple. The guards at the entrance demanded that you leave behind any weapon that could be used as a threat against Morax, patted your arms, thighs and back in sign of some undeclared weapon, finally opening the doors for you when they realized they would find nothing relevant.

Without your spear you feel naked, something that detonates your paranoia— you are suspicious of the shadows moving in the garden thanks to the branches being shaken by the wind, you are wary of the noise your ears hear coming from your own heavy footsteps.

You gather your arms and your fingers curl around your forearms slipping smoothly into the sleeves of the hanfu that was offered to you. Apparently your war soiled clothes were not dignified enough to stand before an archon. Instead, you received a beautiful blue hanfu with a qingxin flower embroidery on the bottom of the garment, the fabric is soft and falls perfectly on your body, as if it had been made for you.

In front of you is a perfectly round entrance protected with a bamboo door.

"You wanted to see me, Rex Lapis?" You add his name with a tone of uncertainty, unsure of what was the correct form with which you should address a deity.

On the other side of the door remains a long silence which is interrupted by a hoarse, "Come in."

You do not hesitate. With ease you slide the door aside to step into the room. Your gaze is immediately caught by the various details, eager to devour with your eyes how the room of a god looks from the inside. The first thing you notice is that you are in what appears to be the tea room. The room is sealed by a wooden wall, dark tones and brown splashed all over the place.

In front of you is a curtain that prevents you from seeing him, yet your eyes catch shadows behind it. The noise of glassware exposes that they are moving cups, then you realize that there was someone behind it and your instincts lead you to assume that perhaps it is Him. Morax was in his human form, his height rises above the curtain just barely surpassing it, he moves naturally in the shadows making you drown with his presence which leads you to seal your lips and lower your face until your eyes are looking at the silhouette of your feet hidden behind your attire.

"Come here." It is a direct command that you cannot refuse. His voice is husky yet soft as lilies, at first more than a command it feels like a request.

Your feet rise of their own accord and move to step through the curtain. You find him sitting on the floor with his legs crossed in an opposite way forming a triangle, he had brown loose pants, his hair was down resting loosely along his back while his chest was bare. His arms were a black color which you had mistaken for ink the first time you observed him, you were sure now that they were tiny scales (a trait perhaps due to his dragon form), laced with orange-toned markings that ran from his fingers to his shoulders.

You immediately lower your gaze as you felt unworthy to be gazing at him as if he were a painting image, he hadn't stopped to look at you, he was busy manipulating the porcelain cups.

"Sit down," he said shortly after, proceeding to fill a teacup.

With firm steps you make your way to the tiny table and drop to your knees with a stifled thud, your hands on your thighs and your back so straight it hurts.

You wander in thought about the few people who have had the chance to see him like this, in his human form and your heart flutters. Your fingers push your thighs down, droplets of sweat begin to accumulate in the palms of your hands and on the back of your neck.

Morax lays his gaze upon you for the first time and those glowing amber eyes consume you, not even in his dragon form had you ever had the chance to see him so closely so you find yourself contemplating him in detail, his eyelids dropping halfway down, retaining the authority he holds over you as he now mimics the aura of a feline.

"I received your request to return to the war… I wonder why. Didn't you just come back from it?" Morax inquired, subtly thrusting a cup in your direction.

You bow your face in thanks before taking the cup and bringing it to your mouth without adding words, you didn't know that the requests went directly to the archon. You were sure that the general in charge was the one who sealed them and sent the decree that you could go to war, so the idea that Morax had that in his hands and that he read your letter makes you swallow hard.

The tea is sweet, it runs down the rasp and burn of your throat. You distinguish the taste of honey and perhaps a few drops of lemon in it, it goes down smooth and helps you soften your next words.

"I wish to fight for my nation, there is nothing that would make me prouder than to die for you."

Something trembles in his face, and you're not sure what that expression means. His jaw tenses and the corner of his lips twitches softly, perhaps it was a smile you saw?

"For me?" Morax cooed the words near the cup, his breath creating waves in the infusion. You stir on your legs, your fingers ruffling the fabric of the hanfu. "How could that be possible when I heard your prayers in the field. You asked for a contract in exchange for me protecting your life." Then he drank, closing his eyes for a moment.

A contract… The archon was right, you had forgotten that because of the adrenaline of the moment.

Fear pumped through your system and prevented the processing of any logical thought. You were sure you were going to die in the field that day. An arrow pierced your left side grazing very close to your heart, every breath you took you could feel the splinters moving closer. The rhythm of your heartbeat was like that of a drum luring you to your death.

You were sure you were ready to die, you swore you always had, yet the moment your eyelids succumbed to the darkness your courage trembled and as your eyes closed for the last time, unable to open them again, you pleaded for your life.

"Do you remember now?" Morax's mug was on the table again, lost in the unpleasant memories that had returned you ignored the archon shifting position, now one of his knees was at chest level, his other leg still rested on the floor in a misshapen triangle while one elbow rested on top of the knee, and in turn the fist held his chin.

"I do," you swallowed. Unable to hold his gaze.

"Say it."

"I asked for a contract on my life. I asked for you to save me and in return I promised to give you the most precious thing I had…" your words hang in the air, half completed as you try to think, mentally piecing the puzzle together. "But I'm confused."

"Mm?" Morax inquired. Watching you struggle to put the pieces back in place, yet you get no more help from him. Leaving you to walk alone through that dark valley of memories.

"I have nothing that would be of value to you. I couldn't give you mora since you own every coin in existence, I have no animals to sacrifice, I have no family that survived the plague…"

"So you are unaware of your own worth." His amber eyes move over you, up and down and back and forth. There is no expression you can read on his face, the archon remains just as serene so you are not sure what he is thinking or what he is referring to. "I don't need anything material that you can give me. I already have your devotion so what could be more precious than that?"

"My body?" you added, incredulously, after a moment's thought.

Morax smiled, a grimace with an absence of teeth. "Your soul," he replied calmly. "You will always have my favor, you will always win no matter what battles you fight in. I'm going to make you the best warrior, people are going to tell stories about you." Your gaze lights up as the archon narrates the events he could make you live, or which he assures you will live. Then, he extends the hand with which he held his jaw in your direction, you watch the open palm in silence. "Just hold my hand."

It was the sign that your contract would be officially covenanted, before the celestial order, before the earth, and before the patron of contracts.

The thought makes you hesitate, shivers run through your chest making it hard to breathe. You weren't sure what that implied, what did he mean by giving him your soul?

You spread your fingers out, you can see them trembling on top of the table. Morax curls his hand around yours, his fingers are long and wrap around yours without difficulty. The texture of the scales is lumpy, barely perceptible as he tightens his grip.

The moment your gazes meet something inside you catches fire and burns. There's a bonfire at the top of your stomach and little electric snakes run up and down your arms, move inside your bloodstream.

"Don't be afraid," he assured you in that velvety voice." Your lips part to comment on something but before you can speak he pulls away from you. "I'll have your room ready for tonight."

"My room?" you repeat somewhat confused, returning your hand to your lap.

"I want to keep you close."

Something warm settles on your cheeks. Like the kiss of the first rays of the sun in the morning and the flutter of a tender butterfly makes your insides tingle.

"I want my spear back," you said suddenly.

You didn't feel like you without it, even though in a place like this you didn't need to be armed, it was necessary for you to have it close by for the emotional weight.

"You'll have it again," Morax affirmed, nodding his head.

You licked your lips as you turned your attention back to the mug in front of you, the golden liquid inside the porcelain was steady and serene, quite the opposite of your thoughts. Warm steam was escaping in the direction of the ceiling.

"Come join me for a sunset walk," Morax suggested, pricking the thought bubble that was beginning to fill in your head. "We can discuss the terms of our contract, I can answer your questions," he added. He seemed to have read your mind.

The proposal catches you off guard. Morax waits silently for your response, patient.

notes: just practicing writing again! this time I thought it would be fun to narrate and write a little bit about zhongli's (morax) personality since he is one of my fav genshin characters and i hope to write more about him in the future. thanks for reading! <3.

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Archon War Morax. Archon War Rex Lapis. Breeding kink... SOFT BUT ALSO ROUGH ARCHON MORAX 🥴🥴🥴. BREEDING KINK MORAX. GOTTA HAVE SOME HEIRS YA KNOW??!!! AND OH LOOK MY WOMB IS SO PERFECT AND SO AVAILABLE FOR HIM

i love morax so much for this :( i feel he was a bit unhinged back then, the years have calmed him down a bit and made him a more serene person. but i'm sure morax, especially, loves breeding you. cumming so deep in you. going into rut is just one more excuse for him to take you as many times as he can during the day; hard, soft, dirty, loving. all day long until your body aches, until he's sure you're going to give him an heir <3