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themissinghand · 2 years ago

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Genshin Impact: The Overworked God [1]

Part 2

Summary: In which one of the lore writers who help write the world of Genshin Impact was suddenly thrusted in the very world they created. He doesn't know how this happened and the way home seemed like a pipe dream.

Well, testing characters is one thing, but playing God?

Oh boy.

Note: SAGAU if you squint but not really. Mainly fluff and healing mainly between a tired worker and the oldest Archon.

Male OC!

Warning: Genshin themes with mentions of war, and death. And OC needs some rest.

"Good morning, your Grace."

"5 more minutes..?"

"You are the Creator."

It took approximately one hard pinch to the elbow and 55 seconds later that Kai decided (albeit begrudgingly) that this was his reality.

Always negotiate the terms and pay for any job.

Payment is obviously going back home, but also monetary compensation, enough to retire early as a billionaire. And maybe a nice villa. Or bed.

Until Kai goes home, he might as well get an easier life here.

Which clearly did not go as intended.

"I will not be the babysitter for any Archon." Kai already has countries to run, royal families to manage, and human relationships are ever so complicated. He doesn't have the time nor desire to babysit gods for goodness sake.

And besides, the 7 Archons comes so much later in time!

He's a game writer, not a politician or babysitter! It's only because he played kingdom simulation games before and read too many fictional works that he could figure things out.

Celestia is supposed to be his assistant since he's the Creator, but isn't he working too hard!? At this point, he's gonna retire early!

"But your Grace, you cannot manage the world yourself. Archons can help manage them for you!"

Yes, Celestia gave up in speaking in elegant and ambiguous ways after their first negotiation session.

Kai thought about it for a bit before agreeing, anything that spelled less work for him, he'll take it!

"But, I'm not going to be a babysitter!"

Archon war?

Stop making me do more work!

What happened? It was peaceful for such a long time!

Was it because there were too many gods or powerful creatures? Damn Celestia, you're supposed to keep it under control!

Kai has a migraine everyday, so this wasn't surprising, but did the gods have to fight each other, just so only 7 left?!

Celestia!

"It must be done your Grace! Isn't this what you and your team wrote?"

"Well I changed my mind."

"Your Grace! If you go out there now, they will use you and your powers!"

"But I can't watch people die just because some stupid god or creature that wants power!"

Celestia remained silent at his outburst.

"Tempus. It's too late, it had already begun."

"Celestia!"

"Everything is your will after all. You wrote the story, didn't you?"

It was then did Kai realize that Celestia didn't follow him, but rather the words and designs set by his team in the real world.

Celestia is like an AI robot, one that only acts in accordance to the wishes of it's Creator.

But isn't he the Creator right now?! Does this mean he needs more power to be recognized, or overthrow the set system?

Kai stomped out in fury and for the first time, not as Kai, but the God of Time and Creation.

Tempus.

Tempus never thought he would play God, but here he is, relying on his godly powers to save what's left of his creation.

"Tempus."

Kai sent his final message to his country's royal family before turning to greet the rude guest.

"Morax." One of the 7 victors of war, a newly appointed Archon, entered without announcing anything beforehand and immediately strides towards Kai.

When Morax stops in front of him, there's an awkward silence between them, and Kai knows this man is waiting for something.

"No." But Kai declines. He's got why too much things to deal with and he's not going to do something he's done too many times.

"Guizhong is dead." Kai frowns, ah, of course.

"Please." Morax pleads, and Kai is put at odds when seeing the Lord of Geo so weak, so desperate.

"Morax. You know I cannot."

"Kai." He almost hisses, and Kai could care less.

"I'll do anything to bring everyone back."

"They will die no matter what."

Because I wrote it.

"Shut up!" Kai does not flinch when the God of Contracts claws at him. He simply stares into those golden eyes of fury and desperation.

"Turn back time! Do it!" The entire world quakes at his call, and Tempus is stuck.

Stuck between pity and reality.

"If I do, what will you do? What can you do?" Tempus responds, tired of this entire show. He groans when he felt strong claws around his neck.

"I'll save Guizhong! I'll stop the Archon war!"

"You'll only suffer and regret." Like him.

"I will not." The resolve in his voice is undeniable.

"If only you had been there with me then Guizhong-"

"Will die. If not by the war, then by her people."

"What?" Morax freezes, and Kai could hear the bitter realization hit him.

"If not by her people, then by fate. If not by fate, then by Celestia, by YOU! You of all people know even Gods die, Morax. It's a war." Kai is sick of it.

Tempus tried everything, but he is a powerless, useless god against his own pen in his home world.

Morax inhales, then exhales.

"Do it. Turn back time."

Tempus sighs, a distant memory of a determined, hard-working, and adorable adepti resurfaced in his mind.

He remembers laughing and writing Zhongli's character-

"One chance." Then the Lord of Geo lets go and bows.

"Thank you." Tempus puts a hand on Morax's bloodied shoulder and closes his eyes.

This conversation turns into one of the past.

The Archon war occurs, and Tempus watches Morax fail.

If he prevents one red flag, another arises.

Everything repeats, like a never-ending cycle of torture.

"Morax."

"Tempus." The God of Time stops behind his sitting figure in front of Guizhong and many of his colleagues' graves.

Tempus puts a glazed lily on each of the graves and offers his own condolences.

"Morax. It's over now. Return."

"And where would I return?" Tempus holds out his hand.

"Then, come with me."

Morax accepted and followed.

For some reason, Morax holds onto his hand like his lifeline, and Tempus allows him.

Just like that, the two Gods made their way to Temporium, a land where time moves differently than in the rest of the world.

Temporium is a wonderful nation.

Old as time, this country is the first nation Tempus raised from the ground. It is also the country that he chose to call "home".

The royal family is the one that manages the country and Tempus is merely a guide and protector, helping them navigate the dangers of the past and the future.

His protective shield around this land slows down or speeds up time within the shield, creating a safe haven that is immune to any outside influences.

Kai wants to make this country similar to his real home.

Before he was thrown into this madness.

Tempus leads Morax into a transparent dome known as a green house and stops.

"Morax. Time is limited. So cherish it."

Surrounded by flowers and greenery, there stood a woman with a gentle smile.

"Morax?"

Tempus watches them reunite and thinks that losing sleep is worth it.

Looking up into the skies, Tempus thinks that since he was able to change fate, just slightly, it means Tempus is stronger, but not enough.

Celestia is wavering.

But he's too late.

Too many died, and too many suffered due to his hand. He can't just turn back time, for he will also revert to the past "him".

Nevertheless, Tempus swore to change the plot, and maybe, just maybe, end this never-ending madness.

Seeing as to how Morax and Guizhong are fine, Tempus disappears and reappears under a cherry blossom tree.

There was another person he saved, a sister and leader to many. There, two sisters cried in each other’s arms like no tomorrow.

Tempus watches solemnly, and repeats the same disappearing and reappearing, many times.

Tempus shouldn't be at this tea party.

"Morax. Let's rebuild Liyue."

"Guizhong. They betrayed you." Morax clearly looks like he was withholding his rage.

"I know." Guizhong acknowledges, but isn't afraid.

"But even so, I understand their reasons. To protect their land from an unwanted war."

Her kindness knows no bounds. Truly, no one deserves her.

"Thus Morax, this time, we will rebuild Liyue with the adepti, and we will stand together. As always."

"Guizhong. I...cannot afford to lose you again." She smiles wistfully, and then looks at Tempus.

"I too am afraid of disappearing, and without Tempus, perhaps I would have perished. It was he who saved me and led me to his realm to heal. For that, thank you."

Morax too bows in gratitude.

"I apologize that I cannot save everyone."

"That would be too much to ask from you, Tempus. For you are not an omnipotent, omniscient or omnipresent God."

For the first time, Tempus feels slightly relieved at someone's words.

"I'm sure you did your best and already changed so many people’s lives."

Huh. A soft smile blooms on his face and the two seemed surprised.

Truly, no one deserves her.

Eventually they leave, and Tempus, sends them off peacefully, wishing them the best.

Then, Liyue is built once again.

This time, they build the foundation and protect the city together.

But again, even the gods cannot go against time.

When Guizhong dies, she dies as she scatters her wisdom all over Liyue, to her people, to her country and to her loved ones.

This time, she dies without regrets.

This time, she dies because Celestia told her it was time.

There was no forewarning, but it looked like she knew.

She spent the last of her time with Morax and Tempus before she fades and flutters away like dust.

Again, Morax receives a stone dumbbell, challenging him to unlock.

But this time, there was one thing that changed.

"Morax, I hope you can befriend Tempus. He's the oldest of all gods, the one who has drifted the longest among all. Yet, he is perhaps the one that is the loneliest and wisest, or perhaps that is why he acts the way he acts." She says after she gives him her dumbbell.

"If I have one regret, it would be that I have never gained his trust."

"Guizhong, that's impossible-"

"Morax, he has never shown us more than courtesy and kindness. Maybe I am greedy, but I want to become a friend to all." She smiles.

"That is why, I hope you can be his friend in place of I."

"Of course. By your gift, I pledge to fulfill your will." Morax holds her hand as she disintegrates.

"Thank you Morax. I hope only happiness and prosperity follow you."

Like dust, they slip through his fingers and disappear.

Like all of his comrades, friends, and loved ones.

And Tempus could only watch from the distance like a powerless God he is.

"The loneliest and wisest huh..."

He could only laugh bitterly.

"Tempus."

"Morax." The god replies with a low hum, "What brings you here?"

"I want to give you my gratitude."

"No need." Tempus does not turn to greet him, but simply continues to write. Morax watches him write with a mysterious utensil, a pen.

Tempus truly is worthy of being called a genius amongst geniuses.

A god who built a country, and protected his realm despite the Archon War, and survived. No wonder he is heavily respected and worshiped by his people.

"Teach me."

The god stops.

"What are you talking about?"

"Teach me how to build Liyue."

"It's already built."

"How to govern as a God." Without Guizhong and his friends, Morax is incapable of running a country. His hands were made to fight and seal monsters, not to care for people.

"You do not need to govern a country. Barbatos-"

"He's a fool." Morax heard a muffled laugh.

"But his country is still functioning quite well isn't it?" Tempus turns around, his azure eyes meets his golden ones.

"Tempus."

"What will I get in return? God of Contracts?" Tempus smiles before he stands.

"What do you need?"

"Trade." Morax blinks.

"Free trade amongst civilians. No taxes or barriers." Morax doesn't quite understand his terms, but he's willing to learn.

"I accept."

"You don't even know what I said didn't you?" Tempus crosses his arms and shook his head.

"I believe you are a fair person and one who will teach me what I need to know.”

“Just like old times isn’t it?”

This was Morax's first contract, and certainly won't be the last.

Time passes quickly, and soon, Morax and Barbatos become the two of the original seven left.

Despite this, Tempus does his job as both a Creator and babysitter job well.

He ensures Gods fulfill their duty and if they need help, they can seek him out. If Tempus ever saw something worth his time (which is like...every time), he too would interfere, gaining the Archons' favour.

He realized the power of the butterfly effect. From saving Gods such as Guizhong and Makoto, even with what little power he had during the Archon War to extend their life, it played an immense part in changing the Archons themselves.

Again, too much work, and too little time.

Even if he slows down time, he could never get enough sleep.

It's also blatantly obviously the Archons are treating him too well, but he originally thought it made sense with all the effort he put in to change the plot.

But their affectionate gestures increased after they found of he was the Creator.

Tempus really shouldn't have told Morax this a while back and allowed him to tell the other Archons. Luckily, he prevented them from telling anyone else under the pretense that it was his order.

Even so, Kai finally feels a little more at ease. He could finally get some sleep.

Could he really complain about the children (Archons) when they gave him the most premium material to sleep on?

Or hear a private concert from a certain bard?

Or try out the best food in the jungles?

Or let him sleep under the giant cherry blossoms whenever he wants?

Or take him out to a hot springs in Liyue?

"Kai. How are you feeling?" Zhongli asks from behind him, who is washing his long, long hair.

"Good...Thanks...Zhongli."

Kai can finally relax a bit and it’s well deserved. Taking care of kids is hard. Much less 7 at once.

At least they’re paying him back with interest.

Zhongli couldn't help but smile proudly when the sleepless God fell asleep in his domain.

He'd be sure to brag about this at their next Archon meeting.

Not knowing it would be their last.

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inviouswriting · 1 year ago

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Dragon and Phoenix ch 4

This is smut and my self-indulgent story.

Zhongli x my oc Aserla.

Content and warning below the cut.

Just focusing on some lovely detailed stuff. I might make a later reader story with similar elements. For now enjoying what I am writing for myself.

Warnings - detailed sex, like very graphic in body parts named, functions, and fluids. Urine in talk not in kink, squirting, fingering, multiple orgasms, masturbation, aftercare, established relationship they’re married as of chapter three. Unprotected sex, afab!oc. Sexual health talk, and well being.

Side note - I honestly don’t have a pee/piss kink I swear. What I detail where it comes up is in regard to sexual health ;3;

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Aserla is first to wake up and all she recalls is a sense of mild soreness in her lower body and feeling nothing but warmth. The second thing that registers is the soft feel of skin against her own and a hand slowly rubbing up and down along her waist as if feeling her body. She feels a tenderness along her privates and her memories of the previous night echo in her head. How Zhongli and her got pass that last barrier and had made love for the first time. The hand on her hip moves to touch along her back, as if the former archon is mapping every speck of her out. Maybe tracing over the little freckles along her shoulders where she feels him making diamonds in connecting the dots. Aserla isn’t ready to see his face after being so intimate with him, she instead buries her face further into his chest as she feels vulnerable.

Zhongli has been awake for a while; he has been admiring his now wife in his arms snuggled up so close to him it is endearing to see her cling to him even in her sleep. He ghosts his fingers along her face using the back of his fingers to caress her cheek and along her neck. He is also feeling vulnerable after giving so much of himself, the next stage for both of them, they know is eventually children. He continues to glide his hands on her body grounding her to himself, and also grounding himself to her. The archon is aware she is awake but lets her sort through her head before he says anything to her.

Aserla feels fingers carding through her hair; it comforts her in the sense that he’s there trying to ease the feeling of what it meant to give herself to him in such an intimate way. She recalls the way she had clung to his body, her face making embarrassing expressions that she couldn’t help, but hearing his moans and the way he lost himself in her. She finds herself blushing and cannot wait to see him in that state of arousal again.

“Morning.” Aserla breaks the silence and pulls back to look at his face finally. Warm amber eyes regard her with such reverence and gentleness in them. He leans in to place a gentle kiss on her lips to greet her properly as his voice has a slight raspier tone from the morning.

“Morning my dear. Did you sleep well? Do you need up?” He checks with her and sees her nodding. He understands to let her get up for the usual morning rituals, he chuckles a bit seeing her on shaky legs still but watches her with mild worry in case she falls from unsteadiness. ”I slept okay, and yes. I’ll return to you.” She blushes as he knows why she needs up; he had taken care of himself well before she woke up. Aserla still feels shy about it, needing regular bodily functions when in the presence of an archon, let alone the Geo archon. She contemplates whether or not to put a robe on or something to shield her body as she walks through the house. She decides against it when walking makes her groin more sensitive to touch. When she is alone and after relieving her body, she finds herself looking over her body. She sees all the small red marks on her neck from where he had kissed and sucked on her skin. Her breasts feel tender from the way he squeezed them or how much they moved when he thrust into her.

Aserla moves her hands to look at the one spot on her body, where he had kissed and been inside of. She parts her sensitive folds to see how much of it has changed, she notes how darker pink in some spots it is from the way he rubbed against her inner walls. She spreads more of herself moving to sit in front of the full mirror to properly see herself. She doesn’t see much of a difference from before except how her thighs have mild redness from what it took to take him into her. She looks at herself in different angles even a slight embarrassing one of bending over to see how it looks that way. Aserla sees the slight indentation on her hips where his hands held her in place as he loved her. She traces her fingers over the marks and how much bigger his hands are compared to hers. She soon leaves the room to head back to their room.

Zhongli gives her time to return to him, he himself is looking over his body. The slight scratches he got from where her nails dug into his arms or hips. He looks down along his penis to see any define changes. He smooths the skin down and can feel that stir within him from touching along the side of himself. He leaves himself alone upon hearing the soft footfalls of his wife and leaves the blanket at his waist. When he sees her poke her head in, she notes how red face she is and gives her a charmed smile to get her to come to him.

Aserla approaches the bed and climbs back into it, choosing to sit on his waist and tugging the blanket up over them both. She lays on top of him and finds herself resting her face on his chest again.

“Take care of all you needed? You were in there for a while.” Zhongli looks her over, and smiles when she lifts her head to look at him. She feels bashful when she meets his gaze from seeking his arms. Feeling his body better against her own she shivers when he runs his hands on her shoulders to her back. He smiles when he feels her receptive to his touch.

“I did… I um… just wanted to look at myself a bit.” Aserla admits why she took so much longer, and Zhongli only smiles to this understanding as he did the same thing. Checking for evidence of what they have done, that they really did love each other.

“Satisfy your curiosity?” Zhongli meets her eyes seeing her blushing. He takes her face into his hand to tilt her up to look into his eyes better. She feels the same feeling of wanting to kiss him and leans in when he brings her closer to kiss. Aserla feels plush against her lips, and he tastes sweetness on his tongue. Their kiss only lasts a little bit as he parts it to let her answer him.

“Kind of satisfied, it… it feels so different. All tender and it looks the same albeit…” Aserla’s face pinks up more she had seen the remnants of his seed when she was looking at herself. She knows well what it is and he smirks at her for being so bashful.

“You are truly adorable you know that? It’s expected after the first time to see some differences and be sore.” Zhongli tugs her closer to him and cups her face into his hands better to press another kiss to her lips. Aserla feels herself getting lost in the kiss when he presses it, he’s always gentle with her and she feels his thumb tracing her cheek.

Aserla tugs the blanket around her more and moves to sit in his lap with her legs on either side of his waist. Zhongli feels her body against his own and smooths his hands down her back to pull her in closer. He feels how soft she is under his palms as he parts from their kiss and begins to lean his head down to connect his lips at her neck. A soft moan sounds into his ears and he can feel it affect him. Aserla raises her hands to her mouth to cover it with a wide blush covering her face.

“Seems you are sensitive here. If you respond like that because of just your neck. I wonder where else I can exploit.” Zhongli murmurs into her ear, and before she knows the weight of his words, she feels his hands press her to him and he tilts her back to have her lie on the bed.

Aserla attempts to keep the blanket on her body, but feels it gently tugged away from her hands. Cool air gently begins to touch her skin from him leaving her bare underneath him. Zhongli takes his time in looking over her body, he smiles to himself when he wrests the blanket from her hold, her covering her face as he begins to arrange her on her back to look over her skin. He places his first kiss on her body at her lips then follows a small path up to her forehead where her face isn’t covered by her hands.

Zhongli follows his path down to her neck and pauses there just under her jaw to take a bit of her skin into his lips and pulls gently as he sucks on it. His tongue rubs on the patch of skin between his lips as he keeps sucking on it till he hears her let go of the breath she was holding. He lets go of the skin and admires the mark he left behind, he travels his lips a little lower to another patch of skin and tests it with a lick across it.

Aserla lets out another soft moan then feels him tug at her skin again along the center of her neck. Zhongli ghosts his hands along her body, feeling her breasts under his palms and rolling her nipples beneath his thumbs. Gold eyes cast up towards his wife’s face and sees she has uncovered her face finally and beautiful blue eyes look hazy from pleasure as he teases these spots on her.

“You are beautiful.” Zhongli murmurs against her skin as he continues his path on her body; he places his hands under her breasts and pushes them together enjoying the weight he feels and how plush her skin gives into his hands. Aserla focuses on him as she sees him press his face in between her breasts and to her embarrassment hears him intake a breath drawing in her natural scent.

“I… probably don’t smell that great.” She comments feeling shyer when he seems to focus on something he likes in her skin. Zhongli’s eyes cast back up to her face as he trails a kiss from the center of her chest where he hears the faint beat of her heart to gently take a patch of skin at the side of her right breast.

“I like your scent. You have a sweetness to you that I enjoy.” Zhongli focuses on her face when she looks at him like he’s gone mad, she releases another soft moan as he travels his lips closer to the nipple after letting go of the skin in his lips leaving another hickey behind. He trails his tongue around the areola feeling it harden under his tongue till he flicks it across the tip of that nipple and leaves it alone to keep her in suspense on the pleasure he’ll give her.

“You can detect a sweetness?” Aserla stares at him almost forgetting he has keener senses than her. Zhongli raises an arm to rest his head on a fist as he stares down at his wife with an amused smile. Taking in her flustered expression at him able to smell things of her body. He blows a gentle breath across her flush skin on the breast he was teasing just to watch the relaxed flesh harden again from temperature change or excitement.

“You have such an innocence to you that is refreshing. Please never lose that side of you in our years together. I can detect a lot of things about you, your skin and scent is sweet from your arousal. Your body is honest with me for what it wants. I’m listening to it and responding to what I am finding that you enjoy.” Zhongli explains this to her while his free hand skims across her left breast cupping around it and squeezes gently till he lifts it enough, so he brings the flesh closer to his lips where he takes the tip between them and suckles gently drawing out a soft gasp from her.

Aserla stares at him as he talks to her, her face reddening under his molten gold stare. She sees him take her breast to his lips and begin to kiss then suckle on it. The woman feels heat pooling in her belly and the source of the cause is laying on her lower half casually like he’s comfortable already. Zhongli settles into taking more of her breast to his mouth latching onto the nipple fully and sucking on it as if he’s trying to draw milk from her already. His other hand tweaks the other breast, kneading the flesh under his hand with rolling her nipple between his fingers till she is letting out louder moans from his attention to her.

“Ah! Morax!” Aserla jolts up from feeling his other hand slip down along her stomach to squeeze her skin there, feeling how supple it is and gives nicely when he presses his palm in a bit.

He acknowledges her fuller form and moves both of his arms to encircle her waist to embrace her to himself when he pulls off her breast to give the other the same attention her left got. Zhongli latches onto this the same way trying to almost drink from it with how deeply he sucks on it and swirls his tongue around it. Aserla entertains the thought of how he’ll be when she might end up pregnant by him. The thought causes blood to rush to her face again and she looks away before he catches onto her blush and distracted eyes.

The archons hands move across her belly focusing on feeling her skin under his palms. Aserla is distracted when he does this with her thoughts, but when his squeeze on her abdomen includes parts of her ribs she squirms and emits a soft giggle. Immediately she covers her lips and looks down to Zhongli who catches on to a ticklish spot. Aserla’s blue eyes go wide when she sees a devilish smirk cross his lips and amber eyes lower in an “Aha~” to this knowledge he soon exploits.

Zhongli places his hands along her ribs and begins to press his thumbs in circles enough to cause involuntary laughter from her. With him lying on her legs she can’t kick her feet, but he can feel her squirming to try to get away from his hands. He’s enjoying this sound of her laughter singing through the air and for a brief moment he casts his eyes towards her face to see her eyes pleading him to have mercy on her.

“Zhongli! Please!” Aserla feels his hands stop at her frantic voice between laughs and squealing. Hard breathing comes from her and Zhongli is pressing his ear to her chest listening to how erratic her heartbeat and lungs are trying to catch her breath along with the subtle giggles still rumbling from her body.

When quiet has returned to the room itself, save for the breathing between them and subtle sighs of her finally catching her breath. Zhongli continues his descent on her body, his hands move to her abdomen, lower than her stomach his upper torso going down as well. He scoots down entirely so his face is closer to her waist and places himself on her legs for now.

Aserla sees his hands move on her abdomen and she feels him pressing along the mound of her womanhood. His fingers are feeling along the skin there, as if mapping out what is just below it for her womb. Zhongli encircles his arms around her waist and presses his face into her abdomen with a kiss to this spot in reverence. This makes his wife blush at the implication of what he could promise her in the coming years or months. It also makes her nervous to anticipate having a child with him.

Zhongli brings his hands back to her front and begins to knead his fingers into the organ just below his fingers. Aserla sits up a bit but is met with him pushing her back down gently with one hand. Urging her to relax to what he’s doing. He’s thorough as he rubs his fingers into this spot, his thumbs pressing around where he can feel a lot of her. She squirms slightly when he encounters a sensitive spot along her abdomen and leaves it alone. He focuses on the main part of her to get her to relax more and accept the massage that he’s giving to her.

“What are you doing?” Aserla questions him on why he’s focusing his massage to this delicate place, she feels heat pooling in her body and from his gentle prodding on it she lets out an erotic moan.

“That. Making you feel good. Trust my methods please. This is for blood flow and to make you more relaxed. I wanted to do this last night, but you my dear got impatient with me.” Zhongli places a gentle kiss on top of the mound of her flesh, he notes the way she keeps herself devoid of hair here. He’ll keep this preference of hers in mind and get her things to maintain her skin the way she likes for it. He places a kiss at the start of the crease to the slit and mouths hot kisses along it where she can feel his breath ghost along the sensitive skin.

Aserla watches as her husband lifts himself up enough to guide her legs apart for himself, getting her to place her legs over his broad shoulders. There is a wet heat she feels from his kisses and breath heating her folds. She feels a very distinct air flow on her skin there and feels mortified of him smelling her here. Small hands go onto his hair and begins to lightly tug at his hair for smelling her this way. He’s unperturbed at all, in fact he ignores the hands pulling his hair in favor of burying his nose in further to her skin.

“Don’t smell me like that you menace!” Aserla manages under her breath and raises one of her legs to try and scoot up only to have Zhongli catch her right leg by its thigh to push it up giving him much better access to her folds. He holds her leg at the back of her knee and presses it to hold it so she can’t accidentally kick him. She can’t believe he’s actually smelling her here.

“I like it, you smell very good, and I can’t get enough of the sounds you make.” Zhongli brings his free hand down to touch on her skin, he spreads them open and blows a hot breath across the pink he can see. He smirks seeing the way she is pushing her hips down to escape his teasing. How he’ll enjoy hearing her voice soon, he already hears her soft pleas for him to have mercy on her.

Zhongli smooths the hand holding her thigh up back down to join his other in opening her folds up to his eyes. The sides of his hands smooth her labia down with keeping them parted his eyes take in the anatomy of her most intimate and sensitive skin. His fingers gently touch around the hood of her clit and pushes it down then back up feeling the way the bundle of nerves responds to his touch.

Aserla is reduced to soft sighs feeling his fingers touching her like this, her attempts to get free of the awkward position die down as she relaxes under what she feels him doing. She rests the leg he was holding up down along side Zhongli’s side while he settles into looking at her vagina a lot closer than she wants him to. He looks content exploiting her like this, a smug fascinated grin on his lips when she accepts his touching as long as he doesn’t try to smell her there.

The small woman takes a moment to admire the toned backside of her husband, the long ponytail loose from the tugging she was doing on his hair. She notes the way he’s arranged his waist tilted to the side and she sees the peek of his erection as it strains towards his abdomen dripping beads of precum on the silk beneath where the tip brushes once in a while when he shifts closer. She sees it twitch whenever she moans out softly showing how much he’s affected by this as she is. Her eyes also note of how rounded his rear is and smirks to herself at how handsome he really is.

Zhongli hears a hitch in his wife’s breath when he ghosts a breath across her clit, he places his lips on the side of one of her labia and tugs it in-between them to suck on the skin like he did her neck. His upper lip catches along the more sensitive part of the inner side while his bottom feels the outer. He draws more of this skin into his mouth where he begins to taste the sweetness of her slick. He pulls with his mouth and very gently uses his teeth as he pulls off with a wet pop. Gold eyes dart up to his wife’s face in time to see her eyes go wide and a moan come from her.

“You like that one.” Aserla hears him and feels him repeat this action on the other side of her folds, taking the skin between his lips and sucks enough till his tongue can rub circles around the flesh then pulls off till he has left red marks on both sides in the same spots. The former archon keeps her folds open as his mouth does the same thing to the inner labia, only he doesn’t use his teeth on this super sensitive skin. He nibbles with his lips only following the contours of where the veins lead into her clit to suckle on them just along the underside of that sensitive bundle of nerves to flick his tongue here.

Zhongli avoids rubbing his tongue directly onto her clit, instead he circles his tongue around it tracing where the hood is pulled back enough to expose the small glands. He can smell more of her essence dribbling out of her at the anticipation and wet heat around such a sensitive spot. Till she feels like she could burst just from the lead up, Aserla feels pressure in her belly like something is about to come from her if he keeps doing this.

“Morax… I… I’m…. I feel… something hot in my…. AHH!” Aserla stammers out the first bit only to yelp out loud when wet heat encloses on her clit and that tongue of his swirls around it fully. She feels his thumbs move to hold the top part of her folds back to keep the hood peeled for his assault on this small bundle of nerves. Blue eyes go wide as she lets out a cacophony of moans and cries from the way his lips completely close around her clit and his tongue rapidly laps at it until she is pushing her hips closer to his face even winding her legs around his shoulders to press as close to her pleasure source as possible.

Zhongli doesn’t let up on this as he feels her push closer, his hands keep her open while he focuses on it. His eyes are closed as he sucks here, he ruts his hips against the bed to get stimulation on his erection, dragging the engorged tip to feel the silk underneath the leaking tip. He is close to moving up and plunging himself into her till she is full of his semen, till she has come from him at least three times from him fucking her into the bed beneath them like a wild animal trying to mate. He restrains himself for her pleasure and comfort, most of all there is something he is determined to get her to do for him, like he did the previous night when he first pleased her. He wants to taste her unique cum himself, that heady sweet scent he has been being driven crazy by since he smelled it.

Aserla feels more heat pooling in her abdomen she panics a little when she feels a soft spurt of fluid starting to squirt from her and dribble down his chin. She tugs his hair from it as she feels his mouth open, and he moves to close his mouth closer to where he felt that small spurt of fluid. There is a flicker of his tongue along the slit of her urethra opening and she feels that pressure in her belly tightening more.

Zhongli feels her pulling his hair, he ignores her trying to tug him away from this and urges her onto the path of her orgasm. His tongue rubs against that small spot to encourage her, then moves his tongue further down to her opening. He without a second thought presses his tongue into it and presses it up on the spongy part of her urethra better. He bumps this spot with his tongue as he closes his mouth and pulls off with another wet pop letting cool air hit her hot core. He hears her keening out in the air, her voice echoing off the walls and her thrashing underneath him.

“Let go.” Aserla hears him say this and almost doesn’t understand till she realizes she’s pulling his hair too hard; she has a firm grip of the right side of his hair in back and pulling tight on it. She does let go of his hair and he descends his mouth back onto her while she slips her hands to the bedding beneath her instead. She feels sheepish being told to let go, and Zhongli slips his right hand to her left to squeeze it reassuringly along with touching her wedding band.

Zhongli returns his attention onto her clit swirling his tongue back around it before plunging his tongue back into her pussy deeper as it can go. He pauses to suck on two of his fingers of his left hand and uses them his first and middle to press inside her cunt with his tongue lapping between the small slit to the pulsing nub beneath it. His fingers curl and she’s gone to pleasure as she feels the tips of his fingers prod something a few inches inside of her and she screams out in pleasure as that fluid she was holding back squirts out of her and hits his tongue. Instantly he is sliding his tongue inside along his fingers as his lips close on where she is streaming from. He tastes a heavy sweetness and smells a clover scent from her.

“Fuck…” Zhongli murmurs out under his breath, he rarely uses crude language, he hasn’t since his war days or the stray person who managed to irk him, but it feels appropriate in this moment as her juices coat his tongue and he greedily drinks this sweet fluid down as if it is the freshest water he has ever tasted. He presses as close as he can to get more of it ignoring the fact he has also came on the bed, dribbling his semen across the bedding in gobs of it and his thigh.

“Celestia… you taste divine.” Aserla moans softly hearing him as she feels herself intensely sensitive to any touch. One of her legs is strewn down his back while the other is kept open by his arm as he keeps his fingers inside of her pushing them further into her body to feel the depth of her where he couldn’t from her stopping his traveling fingers before out of respect of her wanting him to penetrate her with his penis first.

Zhongli pulls his mouth back and feels her essence dribbling down his chin, he looks down at her pussy to see a clear coat of her fluids onto them and slight creaminess of mild discharge on his fingers. He ignores it and sees it as a good sign of her health here, he contemplates if he wants to have sex with her today if she’s producing it so heavily as a sign she’s ovulating. He does want to spend the first year of their marriage exploring their sexual intimacy before they add children to their life just yet. He takes into the fact he could control that and closes his eyes as he withdraws his fingers from inside of her and cleans his hand by bringing them to his mouth and cleans them off.

Aserla comes down from that euphoric high as Zhongli sits up after disentangling her legs from his shoulders. She sees his eyes glow faint in his aroused state like he’s contemplating what he wants to do but focuses on her face. He takes in her glassy eyed stare, her blue eyes and dilated pupils from her orgasm telling that she is still in that sensitive state. He smooths his hands along her legs up her waist and she feels against her thigh that he’s already hard again.

“Do you want me inside you?” Zhongli checks with her for consent to keep going; Aserla looks at him as she processes his words. Her arms over her forehead as she nods to his question. Zhongli smiles down to her as he arranges her legs on either side of his waist and kneels better between them. He tugs her waist to his, while he places a hand between them to pump his erection a few times. He strokes himself firm as he sighs at the sight of his beloved in front of him with a blissed out look to her face.

“Yes… please…” Aserla answers him vocally and feels a deep ache in her body, she needs him inside of her. Zhongli pants slightly in his strokes on himself, getting himself up to where he feels she is in her aroused state so she’s not uncomfortable. She watches him as he touches himself almost caught up in his own actions, his breathier moans coming out of his lips from his strokes getting faster. He soon stops and scoots himself closer to her prone body and guides her how he wants her waist to remain still.

Zhongli moves a hand down to spread her pussy open while guiding his erection along the slick of her folds to coat himself in that cool wet slick along her thighs. He does this with soft thrusts till he is satisfied with how lubricated his penis is then presses the head in with satisfaction on his face at seeing her taking and stretching around him with keen interest. She looks down between them and focuses on seeing him guide himself into her body with a slow push that makes her bite her lip.

Aserla looks like a goddess to him, her messy brownish hair fanned around her face messed from her thrashing. Blue eyes staring with wide interest at just how he fits into her, the part of pink lips in a soft moan at when Zhongli bottoms out inside of her. He’s doing everything in his power to not ravish her here.

Zhongli regards his wife’s glossy skin from mild sweat and her brow damp from the same thing. He lowers his head to press his forehead against hers as he breathes softly to her lips to share a breath together as their bodies are connected in an intimate way. He presses a kiss onto her cheek and listens to her soft whimper at her adjusting to his size. In time he’ll be able to push in without regarding that wait, he can’t wait for that day where he can be rough with her. He wonders what kind of face she’ll make in the throes of pleasure like that.

For now, Zhongli focuses solely on his beloved’s current comfort till she has relaxed enough for him to move. Slow drawbacks of his hips, him making pleased groans at how good she feels around his aching erection. His hands find purchase around her hips tugging them into his thrusts he starts to make into her waiting body.

Aserla lets out her moans now that she feels him starting to move with her. Zhongli’s baritone voice resounds in the room at feeling her soft walls around his engorged flesh, he grips her waist a little harder and it is his wife’s turn to watch him come undone. The loose hair from his tie barely keeping his long hair together as it seems to slip down the silky locks further till she sees parts of his hair slip from the binding and curtain at the side of her face where he’s leaning over her.

Zhongli is ethereal looking, he looks still like the former god he use to be, from his toned form, down to the ombre hair dark brown to gold as it sticks to his skin or flutters around him from his thrusts. Aserla feels herself blushing at being allowed to see this normally composed gentleman look so disheveled like he’s experiencing the best thing he’ll ever feel in all his six-thousand years into such a tiny body beneath him.

Amber eyes open to look into her blue eyes, under the sunlight pouring into their room, he sees the real blue of them and can make out those gold-tinged centers of her eyes. Her cheeks flushed from exertion and fluster at watching his archon take pleasure in her body, a hand pressed to the side of her face a natural placement of her hand for her comfort. Zhongli can see the subtle rocks of her body when he pushes into her and hears her moan drawn from it. His eyes cast downwards to their joined bodies, his hands move to spread her pussy open better so he can see the way he slides in and out of her much to her dismay of him focused on that.

Aserla feels comfortable like this, just letting him thrust into her body feeling the in and out motion that makes her feel good. Her eyes start going wide when she sees him bring his fingers to his lips and sucks on them enough to wet them and lowers them to her clit to begin rubbing it in circles, slipping the tiny nub between his fingers to roll between and stroke it in tiny motions.

“Morax…” Her voice comes out as she feels him starting to get her closer to cumming for him. Aserla whimpers and feels his left hand hold her waist in place for himself to keep from missing his thrust back in when he pulls back nearly entirely out and pushes back in a lot harder and faster. Accompanied by him rolling and squeezing her clit, he drives himself into her to get her to moan louder and with purpose.

“Zhongli.” He corrects her, wanting her to use his name here. His eyes seem a little pained as he focuses on her pleasure, trying harder to get her to where he is in to cum soon. Aserla widens her eyes when he focuses on rubbing her clit rapidly now, and with his current thrusts going into her at such a harder pace.

“Zhongli~” Aserla sees him smiling after she says his preferred name, she feels him get a lot harder in his thrusts, chasing his release along with furthering her onto hers. She begins to pant his name under her breath as she feels her toes curling until she feels that sensation, she felt earlier building in her belly.

“That’s better, my love. That’s my girl! Keep going! just feel good now. Good girl! Good girl!” Zhongli begins to thrust harder; he brings his fingers to his mouth to suck on them again to get wetness back onto them as he continues to roll and rub her clit faster till she is keening out underneath him and he feels her tightening around his dick.

Aserla feels that heat pooling in her again, and her breath hitches in her lungs as she breathes out. She feels herself pushing against him as she feels that pressure inside of herself coming to a head. Zhongli watches his wife as she lets out a timed scream to what she is feeling, and he feels hot heat against his lap as she squirts out her orgasm onto him. He thrusts harder into her through her orgasm to chase his own by pushing deep, feeling the pulsing sensation of her pussy milking him of his cum as he lets it out inside of her.

“Celestia! Fuck!” Zhongli lets the swears come off his tongue as he ruts harder into her until she is done squeezing him, and he is done spurting his semen inside of her body towards her womb to maybe take root within her. He is careful as he lies on top of her, completely spent of his energy; chest heaving deep as he pants. He lowers down to kiss her deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouth and reaching for hers. There is softer moans between them both as the kiss he gives her leaves her head spinning, that she feels him drag his tongue across hers when he breaks the kiss to breathe. He circles her tongue with his before pulling it into his mouth to suck on it.

Aserla is caught up in the feeling she has through her body, a heated weightless while also being wrapped up in his arms. Zhongli cages her head between his arms to keep kissing her, till she parts from the kiss to cry out as his hips pick up again and pushes back into her. He feels her trembling as he thrusts again into her small frame, he is far from done with her, and her moans underneath him spell more for him as she feels him slide in such a way that she can’t help moaning out louder.

“One more for me… all you have to do is lie there and take it.” Zhongli kisses her face sweetly, while his hips move faster and with purpose. He drags his hips back so his cock grinds down against her bottom wall then thrusts back up into her at an angle he focuses on. He feels her quivering around him and hears her keening out from sensitivity. Zhongli’s lust is awakened for her, and he can’t stop the feeling washing through him as he ruts his hips against hers, it feels too good for him to stop and Aserla’s mind is gone to where she is unsure if she is in heaven or just in pure bliss.

Aserla lets each of her moans out as her husband rises up on his arms and grabs her legs to position them back till her feet are near her head as his thrusts become wilder. He looks down to see how stretched she is around his erection, he even smirks seeing her face so red at being held in such an embarrassing position. Her hands going down to block his view till he drapes one leg on his shoulder and grasps her hands to pin above her head.

Zhongli continues to thrust into her, his moans coming out under his breath as he tugs his lip into his teeth to watch her face so full of pleasure. Aserla keens out even more underneath him after being positioned to receive him again. She feels her hands pinned above her head while he continues to rut into her like he hasn’t had enough, and he probably hasn’t now that he has a taste for her. He takes satisfaction in watching how his cock slips from her only to slide back into her perfectly nestled within her and splitting her open around him.

Blue eyes glance up into the glowing amber ones bearing into hers, Aserla feels that same pressure in her body and before she can even say anything beyond his name she releases again in a stream against his abdomen as he groans out feeling her around him. He spills his cum inside her in an explosive orgasm of his own, he sees her blushing intensely from feeling that hot sensation in her abdomen.

Aserla feels and sees him lie back down onto her after dropping her legs down on either side of him. Zhongli emits a sigh as he pulls himself out of her warmth and moves to lie on his chest next to his wife in a satisfied thump onto the bed. Long hair sticking to his body and a lazy stare onto her face from being completely satisfied by his little wife. There is a look from his eyes as he regards her breathing hard from her own exertion.

Zhongli reaches his left hand to touch hers feeling it next to him and grips her hand tightly in his own, lacing his fingers with hers, feeling their bands together as he lays there seeing her at her most vulnerable from accepting him into her body with more ease and taking everything, he had done to her. He smirks at the faint marks he left over her body on spots she’ll remember later. For now, he sees her eyes unfocused; chest heaving and like him satisfied of the outcome of their lovemaking.

Silence between them save for the steadying pants filling the air, Zhongli is first to regain himself. He sits up to begin assessing the state of his beloved, seeing the slight tremors in her hands and feet from the over-stimulation done to her. He looks under her waist and sees a deep saturation from where she came and his own semen staining as it leaks from her. He leans over to press a much gentler kiss to her lips and begins to collect her into his arms. Her aftercare is in dire need, and he smiles when she is compliant with wrapping her arms around his neck to hold onto him instinctively.

Aserla is carried through the house back to the bathroom where she is set down on the heated floor closest to the pool of water. He leaves her there temporarily to go strip their bed of the soiled sheets to prevent further staining to the mattress and places those to where they can be washed later. He sets down fresh bedding for him to put on fully after bathing; he collects clothes for himself and his wife and returns to where she has curled up on the floor to enjoy the heat on her side and face.

Zhongli smiles warmer down to her and fills a basin of warm water to begin washing her up. He takes hers and his wedding bands off their hands, resting them in a special container he had bought for them to be safe while bathing. He focuses on her lower half most; running a washcloth over her skin to clean off drying semen and other fluids. He is careful with how he parts her folds to run cooled water along her privates to make her relieve herself and washes it away without a second thought to prevent infections. Aserla finally starts to come around after that and looks up into those amber eyes as he starts to wash her torso and neck.

“Feel better?” Aserla is drawn out of her thoughts after Zhongli empties the basin of water on her body being mindful not to get her head with it. She sees him refill it and gets her to sit up and lean against him to wash through her hair. A faint scent of coconut and mint fills the air from the soap she chose for it while Zhongli lathers it through making her sigh or moan in just how good his hands feel tending to her. She feels like she’s the luckiest woman to have him devote so much to her.

“I feel amazing. You made me feel things I thought I never could even in my wildest fantasies.” Zhongli places a quick kiss to the side of her neck where he can reach for now. Aserla feels gentle nibbling on it but quickly is relieved of being pulled into another love making session when he just kisses the side of her face in a gentle peck.

“Good, that was my aim to make you feel good. Close your eyes.” Aserla listens to him and feels the basin of water emptied over her head as he tilts her head back towards him as he combs out the rest of the soap and water from her hair. She rests her head against his chest when he rests her there looking up at his face full of concentration as he scrutinizes her body for any spots that he may have missed. She sees him tilt his head down and kiss her again; Zhongli holds her head in place to give her this kiss while she lets him.

Aserla is leaned against the edge of the pool while Zhongli takes his time to wash his own body. She brings her knees up to her chest and leans her head on her arms to watch how he tends to himself. Zhongli starts his own care with soaking his hair after setting the tie for it where he can find it later. He begins to scrub through the long hair while it’s in the basin of water using a soap that has a clove scent to it, spicy that adds a uniqueness to him. Aserla smells sandalwood, tea leaves and silk flower essence more concentrated as he uses an oil into the water to infuse the scent to his hair.

Zhongli lets his hair soak here for a few minutes while turning his head enough to see his wife watching him. He takes in her curious eyes as he goes about his routine, with rinsing the excess water from his hair and leaves it to dry without adding anything extra beyond what he infused. He uses the rest of the oil infused water to wash his body, Aserla sees how he takes care of any part of his skin. He rinses his own privates with fresher water enough to do the same thing he did with her to relieve himself for his health disguising it through the water running off. She has interest in seeing the way he peels back the skin to clean around the foreskin. He inspects himself for any imperfections or things that shouldn’t be there before leaving himself alone.

There is a calm quiet between them while he pins up his hair before collecting his wife into his arms to sit in the bath with him. Aserla fidgets with the hotter temperature of the side he chose, and Zhongli sees her show her discomfort and moves to the cooler end with her. She wades into the water with him to find that happy medium between warm for them both to enjoy each others company.

“My apologies my dear.” Zhongli says after he has her settle into his arms and on his lap. Aserla tilts her head back to him and feels him rest his chin on top of her head. A happy hum sounds from both of them as they settle into this domestic life. She has a lot of questions but isn’t sure how to ask them. He has answers and questions of his own regarding his beloved wife.

Aserla looks at her left hand and feels his hand rise underneath it to hold her hand. She feels her heart full for him, and he has his own love for her settling into his heart. Aserla fiddles with his hands till she can find her voice to ask the question on her mind. Zhongli sees her face concentrating on something and turns her so she can look him in his eyes.

“When would you like… children?” Aserla asks, and there is a surprised look to his face, he then smiles gently as he takes her hands into his to hold them. His right thumb tracing her ring finger where her band will be back on after they’re done in the bath.

“I wanted to ask you that question. I for one, do not mind when we have a child, but I’d like to wait at least a year or two. So we can settle into our married life effectively, and also enjoy our sexual explorations together.” Zhongli answers her with what he practiced in his mind when this question would pop up. Aserla blushes at this then smiles at how he has it planned out for when they should entertain the idea of having one.

“So, you can have children?” Zhongli raises an eyebrow to this question, and chuckles softly.

“Of course, I can have children. I produce semen, and you I believe are of childbearing age. So, if you want a child, I can give you one, or many.” There is a subtle bounce of his hips into hers at his meaning. Aserla feels her face heat up from his words and lowers her head till the water is at her lips as she blows a few bubbles murmuring something. Zhongli lowers his head to her ear to catch the helix of it between his lips as he nibbles on it. He breathes a hot breath onto her ear exploiting her sensitivity hearing her sputter more in the water.

“Of course, that will only happen when we are both ready. I am a little different than the normal man and can hold that aspect to give one life while we make love. Therefore… until you truly want one is when we’ll have one.” Zhongli lifts his head from kissing her ear leaving his assault on it alone to give her a much-needed rest from having sex with him.

“You mean… we can have risk free sex all we want?” Aserla hears a chuckle from him at the way she words it. A deft bite on her shoulder is placed.

“I suppose it does mean that we can do that without worrying of you getting pregnant so soon after being married. I do want to spend as much time with you as possible. I want to reaffirm that statement I made, I will never force you to do something you don’t want. This extends to pregnancy or anything you find unsavory around me.” Aserla thinks it over and moves to rest her head back against his chest. There is only one thing she can think of those that ebb at the edge of her mind.

“The only thing I can think of in that moment is, anything to do with polyamory or cheating.” Zhongli does smooth his hands on her shoulders and down her arms holding her at her elbows where he rubs his thumbs along the inside of her arms. He presses his lips to her flushed forehead for a second before he speaks to her.

“You have nothing to fear of me doing that. I took an oath and contract with you. I will never break our contract, given I am the god of contracts. So, if you say that is off limits, I will take it as a breach of our contract. I expect the same commitment from you as well.” Aserla nods to his words and agrees wholehearted.

“Then there is nothing to worry about. We should get out of the bath I don’t want you to faint.” Zhongli has her get out of the bath, but keeps her from leaving the room, guiding her to lie down on the edge of the pool for a little bit to cool off. He momentarily leaves her after noticing she was overheating for a cool cloth onto her forehead. He returns with another basin of cooled water and begins to run it slowly onto her body. She squirms from the colder water on her skin.

“Trust me.” Aserla sees him leave to refill the basin with a bit colder water than that, and runs it slowly again along her body, drizzling it slower so her core can come down gradually. When he’s satisfied with her cooled form, he applies a sweet-scented oil to her skin. It has a distinct scent of lavender with sandalwood to it. He rubs this into her body taking general care of her skin.

Zhongli sees her wriggling when his fingers trace along her sex to rub this oil into it. He teases her with pressing his fingers inside of her briefly and massages her thoroughly. Aserla lets out soft moans when he focuses on rubbing in specific spots, then sighs when he withdraws his fingers. Zhongli takes a peek at her folds to inspect her and feels a smirk tug at his lips seeing how his seed is still smeared along her. He feels himself developing a kink just to see his cum leak from his wife, as much as seeing that erotic expression she currently has when he indulges her to thrust his fingers back inside to make her feel good.

Aserla feels pleasure when he does this and focuses on what he’s doing till she squeezes his fingers in her release. He fully relents on his wife to not over-exert her through sex itself. Zhongli applies this same oil he placed onto her skin on his own body then sits next to her while it dries on his skin. He unpins his hair and takes a comb to brush through the luster of it.

“So that’s why you always smell like tea and incense.” Aserla muses aloud after seeing his hygiene habits and how he takes care of himself. Zhongli raises his head with a smile to her and nods lightly.

“Tea leaves is good for the hair along with sandalwood. Silk flower essence infuses the scent, so it stays longer. Why it’s used in so many perfumes as a stabilizer. I perfected my little blend here a few hundred years back when the idea was presented to me. The oil is of my own blend as well. I hope this means you like it?” Zhongli goes into his tangent about the history of the infusion and blending methods.

“I do like it; it makes me think of you. You smell calming, like a home.” Aserla begins to sit up once the dizzy feeling from being overheated subsides. Zhongli kneels in front of her to take her left hand and kisses her hand as he places her wedding band back onto her finger. He admires the band seeing the small Geo symbols he etched into them as his protection to her. Aserla sees this act and returns this gesture with taking his ring and places it onto his hand. When it is in its place, she sees their rings glow brief when he resonates them together. Soft humming from their rings and she looks up into his warm eyes with amazement at his ability to do this without breaking them.

“I will always watch over you so long as you wear this ring. Pray, if anything ever does happen to you. I will know and race to be beside you. I know you’ll never carelessly put yourself in danger, but remember bandits, fatui, and hilichurls do find their ways around. I’d be beside myself if anything happened to you. I love you. My little phoenix.” Zhongli sees her eyes watering from his nickname he gives her.

“I promise I won’t do anything that puts my life in jeopardy. I’ll also call on you should there be a moment like that.” His hands hold hers firmly pulling her up to her feet and presses her into himself. Aserla wraps her arms around him and feels a deep sense within her full of love for this man. Zhongli smooths his fingers through her hair seeing how it starts to wave as it dries. He feels her lift her head to look at his face, he lowers his head to place a soft kiss onto her lips. She returns his kiss and presses even closer to him till he is slowly tugging her back to put some distance between their bodies. She stares at him confused wondering why he is until she sees the pink tinge across his face and him moving a hand down to cover his manhood a little pressing it down.

“As much as I want to embrace you like this, I actually want to spend this day with you, to bond more than spending it in bed till you are too exhausted to do anything with me.” Aserla puffs her cheeks in amusement at his reasoning and sees him trying hard to control his body from what’s transpiring.

“Zhongli~ Are you getting hard? Are you thinking naughty things?” Her voice is full of amusement as the former archon stares at her wide amber eyes and face reddening more. His turn to blush for a bit as she points this out for him.

“My love… how can I not be? The love of my life is nude in front of me pressing her body against mine. It’s only natural… for me to want you.” Zhongli coughs into his hand as he moves to get dressed in the hanfu robe he brought with him. He pulls it on himself without another thought to better hide his arousal. He does his best to ebb it down but when he looks her way, he sees a sight that makes him wish he didn’t put on his robe so he can just take his wife again.

Aserla has bent down to retrieve the garment she dropped, and as she leans forward, she gives her husband a good view of her rear to her privates. He looks well at her body and feels himself responding a bit more to her nude form. Zhongli looks away before he reaches a state of aroused where he needs to take care of it and can’t ebb it off by will. He presses his fingers to his lips as he thinks about getting her into their bed later to enjoy maybe a little afternoon fun with him.

“Li?” Aserla sees her husband in deep thought, his long hair still loose and there is a defined blush to his face. She lowers her gaze to his abdomen and only sees a faint rise.

“Hmm?” Zhongli looks back to her, drawn out of his thoughts about his plans of seduction later. He notes she is fully dressed now, wearing the qipao dress he selected for her. Short deep blue dress with ginkgo embroidered into the silk on her chest and the skirt. High slits on both sides as the skirt and he admires her natural beauty when she looks up at him as she tugs the skirt a certain way.

“Underwear? Did you forget to grab any for me?” Aserla asks and there is a tug on Zhongli’s lips into a smirk.

“I didn’t forget to grab you any. You won’t be needing them, at least not for a while.” Aserla looks at him wide eyed again and blushes furiously as she tugs the skirt closer to cover her thighs.

“You are a menace…” Zhongli reaches to the counter where his hair tie is and begins to collect his hair together to tie it up. In a few swift movements of his hands, he ties his hair up, making sure the diamond gem is positioned how he enjoys it and then looks at his wife.

“I am your menace now, and you’ll forgive me for wanting eye candy around the house. You could go and grab some underwear if you really want to wear something. Be a little pointless when I’ll tug them off later.” Aserla watches him adjust his hair how he usually has it and folds his arms behind his back as he leads her out of the bathroom. Aserla follows behind him the air hitting her skin and she feels a slight embarrassment with the way she walks her thighs rub together enough and she winces a little at how tender her folds are. Maybe not wearing anything is a good idea, she sees him looking at her out of the corner of his eyes.

Zhongli goes into the kitchen to make them a late breakfast while Aserla carefully lies on her belly on the couch in the living room. She is facing towards the kitchen watching him work to make them both something. She rests her head on her arms as she observes her husband, feeling relaxed from earlier, the bath and all his attention to her, to breathing in the calming scents he had adorn her in.

Aserla finds herself drifting to sleep, turning onto her side and curling in after securing a pillow to hug in her arms. She nuzzles her face into it while hearing the light hum of her husband musing to himself about what he’s adding to make the meal he’s making taste good for them both. Zhongli turns to see that she has fallen asleep; a soft smile graces his lips seeing the way she is clinging to the pillow in her arms. He places what he’s cooking to simmer for a while, choosing to make one of his soups that takes a bit longer to boil throughout the day. He kneels down and places his head next to hers enough to steal a kiss from her. The meal he chose to make will be ready by the time she wakes up.

Zhongli runs his fingers through her soft hair, enjoying how silky it is in his fingers. He pets through her hair fully, starting at her forehead and down the back of her head. He sees her responding to his touch with light sighs. Aserla smiles more in her sleep when he places another soft kiss to her face then stands after draping a blanket, he keeps on the back of the couch over her to let her rest. She did exert herself a lot and he is proud of how much she did for him this morning.

“I’ll wake you up in a little while. Rest well my dear.” Zhongli ruffles through her hair again then goes back to the stove to monitor what he’s cooking and to place a kettle on for tea. He goes through his collection and picks out one of his favorites made from qingce flower and orange blossom. He goes about their bedroom while waiting for three things to happen. His wife to wake up, the food to be done cooking, and the kettle to boil. He fixes the bed with fresh bedding, smoothing it down and adorning it back with all the pillows and fresh blankets.

Zhongli returns to the living room to see his wife has shifting in her sleep, facing towards the back of the couch now and curled up more under the blanket over her. He admires her here, the innocence she has and can see why Barbatos sent her to him. She has something unique to her personality, a spark he hasn’t seen in thousands of years. That spark that ignited the love he had in Guizhong, only the love he feels for this small woman here. Is unlike the love he had for the God of Dust; he holds those memories in reverence as he does leave that part in his past.

That love for life they both shared is what makes Aserla and Guizhong so unique. Their charm and innocence they possessed. Zhongli finds himself smiling down to Aserla and admiring how tiny, yet fierce women seem to find their way into his heart. He’d never compare the two together, but they both have that spark he loves in people. Their drive and ambitions that set them apart while retaining their gentleness and love for those around them.

Zhongli finishes cooking and looks over to his wife to contemplate if he should wake her up just yet. He looks at the kettle he had just boiled water then sees an invitation he is taking. He can always reheat the water, and the food will keep for at least a little while, it tastes better when the flavor has settled in his opinion. So without another thought, he checks everything to make sure the fire on the stove is out before he moves to lie down with his beloved.

Adjusting the blanket enough so he can fit next to her, he lies down and feels her circle her arms around him nuzzling her face into his chest. Zhongli smiles while winding his own arms around her to pull her closer to himself. He rests his head on top of hers and feels her scoot closer to him with a happy hum from being able to smell the tea and sandalwood scent a lot clearer to comfort her mind.

“Rest we both shall have then.”

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